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Pretty in pink
Another reason why I always knew Clairmy was never gonna be endgame.
This piece of meta has been sitting in my drafts for months. Since I watched S2 for the first time, back in January. After yesterday's teaser, I thought I just might dust it off and hang it out to dry in the sun, so here it is and actually, this is much better timing because I get to supplement it with more and newer meta I came up with later on.
So, the second I heard the first few tunes of the soundtrack I just knew.
The Bear | Pop | 02x05
Storer wasn't subtle.
I just knew that C was gonna end up with someone else, or just letting him go, and when I heard Carmy saying these words:
and they rang soooo untrue and unhinged and even forced or coaxed coming from him and in that context, so OOC, etc... I took it as all the confirmation I needed to firmly stand my anti-clairmy ground even before I got to know her.
It was obvious to me that that was not Carmen Berzatto talking, but The Bear Jr., the kid in HS who grew up isolated and under Michael's shadow.
He was coming from a place of complete and utter stuckness, a stagnant position he regressed to, the second his frustrated HS sweetheart won this battle:
He wasn't necessarily lying when he said he liked her, at least not consciously:
But the TENSE was the problem. He said "I like you so much" when it was the HS stuttery kid the one talking, the one who wished SHE talked to him more, so he didn't have to because he was too shy. He should have said liked if he was being honest with himself and her.
He should have told her something along the lines of: "I had a crush on you in HS, and when you came onto me, I choked. This is so not the right timing for me to do this because I'm tied up with the restaurant, and I just... instead of telling you all of that, I took the easy and cowardly way out and gave you the wrong number. Sorry."
BTW, that's a pattern he will have to outgrow because of Syd if he doesn't wanna lose her. He will have to start telling the woman he loves in proper timing how he feels and why and do the chasing if he must because Syd, unlike C, is NOT A CHASER, she's a walker (pattern she will have to outgrow herself too, as I mentioned â here). No more room for the shy kid, he's gonna have to man up in S4.
After delivering those lines that to me were OOC and plain blatant, he turned into Logan to fit in the party and in C's life (or make her fit into his, whatever).
So, my point is that when I heard the Pretty in Pink soundtrack I immediately drew these parallels:
Duckie is Carmy and Andy is the C person. IDGAF who was gonna play Blane, I assumed that character was gonna be introduced to us later in the series, or not at all. But Andie and Duckie do not end up together because they are not right for each other even though they grew up together. They are just not right for each other because coming from the same place doesn't determine shit in life, the choices you make do. In the movie, they didn't choose each other. PerioT. That was a hell of a musical foreshadowing and I thank the sadist for it because the second I associated that musical piece of data with ep 01x03 I was like: âOK, how much more obvious can you be, Storer? Really? Try harder, please.â
Because why would he give Molly Ringwald such important lines in S1 if Pretty in Pink was not a huge lead we needed to follow in S2 when the same plot of one of her biggest hits made a cameo on the show, right?
So, anyway... I always knew these 2 were endgame:
Waayyyy before Syd said it. Actually, Syd didn't say it bc we don't know who she was talking about, it was STORER who did that in the teaser, HE IS THE ONE WHO SYNCS UP THE MUSIC WITH THE FRAMES OR SIGNS OFF ON WHAT THE EDITORS SYNC UP AS PER HIS REQUEST AND HE'S THE ONE WHO DECIDES WHO ARE ENDGAME ON HIS SHOW. So it's Storer who yesterday told us Pretty in Pink doesn't get the guy, which was pretty obvious, if you ask me :)
Bonus track: Syd is his redemption plot. Syd is his endgame, sure, but first, he has to grow up to be the man he can be as opposed to the bear he is. I always said his whole redemption arc is Kierkegaardian:
And he even looks like him, c'mon!
Remember to follow my tag #Gingerpovs đ
#the bear#sydcarmy#carmy berzatto#sydney adamu#the bear fx#carmy x sydney#carmen berzatto#the bear season 3#the bear hulu#syd x carmen#the bear meta#claire who?#carmy is the one#sydcarmy endgame#pretty in pink#gingerpovs#the bear season 4 gingerpredictions#foreshadowing at its finest#storer was storing#foreshadowing#love story#they were never gonna end up together#syd is his endgame but first he has to grow up to be the man he can be as opposed the bear#kierkegaardian redemption arc#sydcarmy meta#sydney x carmy#carmen x sydney
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no hard feelings personally to whoever I saw but I keep seeing a take that rodya and gregor don't like and are annoyed by eachother and everyone is misreading their relationship when it's actually bullying and it baffles me to be honest
it does make me want to post about rodya and her relationship to gregor more though(Though I'm definitely not a writer and bad at getting my ideas across)(This is not that though this is more just me talking)
i feel like, it's pretty core to rodyas character to understand why she teases gregor (And how this isn't bullying or generally an act of malice)
while rodya is generally a laid back person and playful but kind to the other sinners I do think she still has issues with expressing true closeness or affection... I won't pretend sometimes her comments can come off straight up mean or that she's incapable of being kinda rude thats part of her too
but also I just think friends tease eachother and that's just a normal thing that they do. looking to how gregor and rodya are consistently pointed to and used as the example of sinners bantering/getting along or getting closer.. I can't imagine the moments where gregors a little fed up with her jokes as being what you hone in on as the core of their dynamic.
I understand rodya is a little unpopular and kind of not looked into and thus among thee most mischaracterized of the main cast and easy to get wrong, but I don't think "Gregor and rodya are friends that banter:)" is part of that
id say actual misunderstandings of their character and relationship that I've noticed are that gregor is a super cranky tsundere or that rodya is some overtly horny mommy dom. Both of these things are pretty popular in rodigor art from what I see and i think could be helped with looking more at their individual characters.. but they are friends..They are shown to be the closest on the bus from the very start id say. rodyas started using dear/darling with more of the cast but it started with gregor. I genuinely think hes important to her and vice versa
#rodigor#gregor#rodya#Umm i dont have a talking tag cuz i dont usually do it. welcome to my zone#i need to reclaim the rodigor ceo name its getting crazy in here#Long post my bad#i had to retype this a few times i didnt want to come off like a shithead and i dont want to attack and kill anyone who sees them in a way#i mentioned btw..i just wanna say my pieces
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i think while varis's main instrument is the violin, his go to instrument for downtime is the lyre
#talking abt my baldies gate character btw hfkfjdjf i think this is the first time ive mentioned his name on here#but yeah like the violin is HIS instrument but its like Serious for him hes dedicated his life to it#and i dont wanna get into the whole history but lets just say he did a lot to learn under a master and have opportunities#to play for audiences so that in addition to the fact he loves it makes him take it very seriously#so if he wants to just hang out i think hed play the lyre. and whatever i think is the truth i guess since im his creator right LMAO#just based on events and checks that happened during my playthrough i think even tho bc of the rules of the game#he can play all the available instruments his order of proficiency is violin > lyre > lute > flute > drum#wahhhh i have so many drawing ideas but im already drawing something and as always every piece takes me forever#also i was having a bit of a crisis earlier bc yknow varis is a word in finnish and i only now remembered that#names and nouns have different rules for conjugation even if theyre the same word#but then i was like did i fucking make that up bc would you rlly not just say sÀteen for sÀde for example#but then is that different bc of the d omg i just dont know
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well nvm gets scared. made a poll but now im scared bc its music based
#i have this horrible horrible fear ill mention liking a song and everyone will be like Oh no that song sucks and actually you shoild kys#for liking that song. and then i explode into 5billion pieces... sigh#N ITS NOT LIKE THIS IS EVEN A 'CRINGE' BAND OR ANYTHING. i do lidten to 'cringe'#bands but. whatever#and ik its dumb yk. like its music i like it thats fine.. but i do get embarassed t say im a lemon demon fan or whatever#bc ppl associate lemon demon fans with being So annoying (understandable)#but like. idk man i just like th songs... etc#lemon demon isnt th subject of th poll i made btw. its literally a rly well loved album and band and stuff im just so scares...#its hard being a girlie who loves music n loves talkin abt music while also being So incredibly scared of ppl making fun of my music taste#ITS SO DUMBBBBB ITS SO DUMB. IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER IF PPL THINK MY MUSIC TASTE IS ANNOYING BC IT MAKESME HAPPY!!#THATS ALL THAT MATTERS AND MUSIC IS SUBJECTIVE but still im so sensitive abt it. and its dumb as hell bc it isnt even that like. idk..#and im th same way with most of my interests likee. partially i dont post abt my interests bc i Fucking hate fandom so badly#another reason is bc likee. idk i dont consume media that much atm... I wanna start reading more books n watching more things tho#but th main reason is like. Sigh ig it ties into th hating fandom thang i dont want ppl to think of me as being In a fandom for something#not that im into anything heinous yk. but like i get scared publically being like Yeah im into cookie run. or whatever.bc theres like#already a preconceived notion of cr fans NOT THAT LIKE.. NIT THAT FANS OF THINGS R OPRESSED RJGNFJGNNG#but like yk. i get worried ppl will see that im a cr fan and think im one of Thise cr fans#not just cr..other things as well but crs th most like.controversial ig...#but even w/ fandoms that dont have baggage and stuff i dont want ppl t see that im interested in it and have that like. idk idk#i dont want ppl to think of me as A fan of a thing bc im my own person. idk if that even makes sense i think i sound dumb...#i just get rly rly rly worried abt peoples perception of me n like.every thing i do i imagine how ppl perceive that and how it changes#their view of me.yk... it freaks me out rly rly rly bad#whatttever tho. abd yes i understand i sakd Ya i wouldnt publically say im a fan of x thing..And then said it publically#but tags arent public to me.. this is my special zone for my besties only..#whatttever. if uve read this far ill judt tell you th poll is for umm. favorite song off of how to be a human being by glass animals#its likee. one of the Very few albums where i have the entire thing on my playlist.. th knly other one i cn think of that i dont Need to#get rid of JFFBHF is daft punks discovery ....#i have a couple other full albums but theyre from when i ws#15. so like..#whatever. idk . its dumb t be freaked out over a poll but its also bc Since i dont post abt my interests n stuff im like. well im nt llowed
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Ok ok but you wanna know the real tea?? I've read several beach fics at this point (which are all awesome btw, y'all are amazing writers) and it's a beloved staple to have Edwin be somehwat scandalised at everyone's beach outfits not to mention all flustered from seeing Charles in swim wear. Which is a Good Trope, don't get me wrong, I love that just as much as the next person
HOWEVER
I think actually it's Charles who should be more shooketh about Edwin in his funky lil edwardian two piece!!
Picture this. The year is 1916. You are 16 year old Edwin Payne with a bunch of repressed gay thoughts. Much unpleasantness happens, you die and get dragged to hell, even more unpleasantness happens, 70 years later you finally manage to claw your way up and suddenly women are allowed to vote. There's been not one but two world wars, several countries you grew up reading about in the news don't exist anymore and mini skirts are a thing now.
All I'm saying is, for all the teasing Edwin gets for "What is a handjob?" and "Crystal's internet", this kid was essentially thrust into a scifi world full of weird shit and gets mostly by via an attitude which can only be paraphrases as "fuck it, this might as well be a thing (maybe ask Charles about it later)". King of adaption, master of radical acceptance.
Charles on the other hand, and I say this with only love in my heart, is at his core a boomer. He was there for every tiny gradual shift from '89 to modern day. Sure, he was dead for most of that time, but that's not really relevant. All I'm saying is, seeing the bbc announce marriage equality was probably a bigger shock to Charles than it was to Edwin. That's a guy who already had to accept he will never fully wrap his head around home television.
Also consider the states of undress they've been exposed to seeing the other in. Edwin was stripped to his underwear in hell and still had his knees and elbows covered. And that was probably a more exposing outfit than he'd ever be comfortable with. His usual casual get up features a sweater vest for crying out loud! Meanwhile you have Charles going full 'ceps out in his undershirt first chance he gets. Edwin either got real cool with a lot of shit real fast or he would have combusted several times over those 30 years.
And yes yes, we've all seen Edwin "Haunted By Gay Thoughts" Payne's mental slideshow of abs n hips close ups after getting one (1) glance at the Cat King's stomach. But to his credit, the man was going through a full blown sexuality crisis at that and has since emerged victorious.
So all I'm saying is. Edwin seeing Charles shirtless at the beach? Probably not even the first time this is happening, a lil flustering for sure but just last week he saw two people making out nasty on the tube so hell if he knows. Charles seeing Edwin's kneecaps and upper arms for the first time? Incredible, show stopping, pride and predjudice 2005 hand flex level of suppressed horniness.
Anyway. I'm writing this fic now and none of y'all can stop me.
#dead boy detectives#dbda#Charles Rowland#Edwin Payne#Payneland#dbda meta#smule speaks#Please someone just tell me I am not insane and you can see it too#Charles' Beach Episode TM#smoll smule
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Terms & Conditions | Chapter 3
Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader
Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service shouldâve been simple. He is quiet, punctualâand can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. Youâve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so youâre supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?
Genre: Fluff, eventual smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au
Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongiâs alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, I might include scootergate in a future chapter but please know it will be written sensibly imo and with so much love for our Yoongi (I just wanna protecc him at all costs even thru this silly story!), some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range
Chapter Warnings: reader vs IKEA furniture, 1k words about Yoongi's hands, second-hand embarrassment, more cracktastic internal monologues, a tiny bit of angst
Word count:Â 7k (approx. 30 mins to read)
Posting date:Â October 19, 2024
Notes: Very Yoongi-coded of me to work through my sickness. So, yes, behold an update, while I am in the throes of flu. Enjoy~
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Masterlist
Sometimes, the mediocrity in this office is just unbelievable. Youâve put in a request for a filing cabinet so that you can organize the copious amount of paperwork thatâs been accumulating in your little space that has overtaken yours and Yoongiâs desks. That was two months ago. It finally arrives today, still in its flat box packaging.
Great.
Youâve been staring at the pieces of the Ikea furniture for what feels like an hour, trying to make sense of the instructions. Of course, theyâre all diagrams and singular letters and numbersâjust a bunch of arrows pointing to nuts and bolts that apparently hold this whole thing together.
Btw, where the heck is Yoongi?! Heâs usually pretty punctual. Pretty and punctual. Hmm. AnywayâŠ
Just as youâre about to abandon your unwanted task to write a strongly worded email to the procurement department, Yoongi strolls in your office, oblivious to the war inside your mind.
âYouâre late,â you blurt.
Caught off guard, and wholly unused to your raging bitch tendencies, Yoongi looks like a deer caught in headlights, mumbling, âSorry, I uh I just got this scooter and am stillââ
Is he pouting? OH godâŠ
âNo, noâŠâ you backtrack, not meaning to sound haughty at all. âYouâre fine. I donât reallyâsorry, Iâm just in a mood.â
Yoongi nods, assessing the pile of rubble you are on, as he sets his helmet and bag on the desk. He takes a spot on the floor next to you, leans over to squint at the same set of instructions, and decides, âThis shouldnât be that hard.â
You roll your eyes, picking up a random board. âYeah, says the guy who hasnât tried yet.â
Wordlessly, Yoongi pulls the screwdriver from your hand and the nearest piece of wood, starting to line everything up. You expect him to struggle, because heâs an idolâLOLâhe canât be that good at this, maybe marginally better than you, but nothing to write home about.
Boy, you are so, so, spectacularly wrong. Chae would be laughing at you later that night as you recount this gross misjudgment on your part and would proceed to send you the link to Run BTS episode 148 and as you watch it in your bed with a sheet mask on youâd be like the fuck is wainscoting??
But for now, you are decidedly a non-believer, even as Yoongi moves through the steps with surprising ease, piecing it together like heâs done this a million times before.
âHold this,â he says, passing you one of the boards to brace while he screws in the side panels. His fingers brush yours as he adjusts the position, and itâs then that you notice his hands.
Well, youâve noticed his hands before, but this time itâs different. You watch as his long fingers grip the screwdriver, veins running along the back of his hand, disappearing beneath his shirt sleeve, flexing with every twist. Itâs oddly mesmerizingâbeautiful, if youâre honest with yourself. They look perfectly balanced between grace and ruggedness, bone structure firm, but the skin warm and soft.
God, those hands⊠Your mind flashes to places it shouldnât, and you quickly look away. You clear your throat, as you wrestle with thoughts of those hands wrapping tenderly around your throat.Â
Holy shit.
Heâs completely focused on aligning the screws, while youâre completely unfocused thinking about how youâd very much like for yâall to screw.
Wow. You are a fuckinâ pervert. And so shit at double entendres.
As he continues to work, you canât help but observe his fingers as they move with precision. Long, lithe, bony in all the right places. Delicate, yet also powerful. And then there are those lovely veinsâthey pulse slightly with each motion, as his fingers curl effortlessly around the tool like itâs second nature.Â
Itâs way too easy to imagine those hands doing something else entirely. Something that has nothing to do with Ikea furniture. Everything to do with you. Naked, ideally. Now, preferably.
OK Stop. Stop right now.
With a shaky exhale, you force yourself to focus on holding the cabinet in place, but the mental image is seared into your brain now. Thereâs something unfair about how attractive Yoongiâs hands areâhow much control they have, how easily they move, how they make your brain go berserk.
âYou good?â Yoongi asks, his voice breaking through your thoughts.
âHmm?â You blink, realizing you havenât said anything for a minute.
He blinks blankly at you and doesnât say more, just passes to you a handful of screws. You take them from him, swallowing the lewd thoughts racing through your mind.
As he finishes screwing the rest of the pieces together, his thumb grazes along the edge of the board, and your eyes trail after it like youâre hypnotized. You bite your lip, trying to focus on anything else. Anything but how good his hands look. Did you seriously just discover a fetish right now?
He shifts closer to tighten something, and youâre hit with the warmth of his body, plus the faint scent of his soap. Your heartbeat picks up, but you stay silent, pretending this is all fine, like youâre not on the verge of asking him to stop and just drag you to the back office closet to fuck.
Sweat is dripping down your neck at the sheer self control you are exercising at the moment. You need him to hurry the fuck up, because thereâs already an uncomfortable wetness in your underwear and you need to deal with it stat.Â
He inspects one of the wood pieces and knocks on it as if to test its strength and you study his knuckles, slightly prominent dappled with subtle brownish-pinkish marks perhaps from boxing.
Honestly, thatâs so hot.
Yoongi finishes tightening one side and sits back, leaning on his hands, fingers splayed out on the floor. You glance down, and oof there they are againâthose damn hands, long and elegant, resting on the floor like theyâre mocking you. You wonder, just briefly, what it would feel like if those palms were pressed up against you, instead of the floor. Will those hands be gentle, rough, will he be the type to leave marksâŠ
Youâre staring. Definitely staring.
Yoongi clears his throat softly, and you snap your eyes up to his face. Heâs watching you now, head tilted slightly, lips pressed into a line that looks suspiciously like heâs holding back a smile. Thereâs a knowing glint thereâof course heâs caught you, but heâs not going to call you out for it.
âWant to hand me that last piece?â he asks, voice calm but with that little hint of amusement in it. He motions toward the final panel lying next to you, hand outstretched.
You quickly pass it to him, avoiding his gaze completely. His fingers brush yours when he takes it, slow, deliberate.Â
Oh shit, he definitely knows.
He lines up the final piece of the cabinet and starts screwing it in, but thereâs a shift in the air now. You force yourself to focus on whatâs in front of youâon the fact that youâre literally just building a cabinet and not having an existential crisis over someoneâs hands.Â
You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to read his expression, but heâs focused on the task again, his lips slightly parted as he concentrates. You catch yourself staring at his lips now and quickly look away before he can notice that, too.
Finally, he finishes tightening the last screw, sitting back to admire the completed cabinet. âThere. Not so bad, right?â
You breathe out a laugh, the tension in your chest finally easing. âYeah. Thanks for saving my ass with this.â
Yoongi shrugs, wiping his hands on his slacks. âIt was easy enough. I think you were just overthinking it.â
You roll your eyes, feeling more at ease now that the projectâs done. âWell, maybe if I had hands like yours, I wouldnât have struggled.â The words slip out before you can stop them, and your face ignites.
Fuckkkk stupid fuckk dumbass bitchhh
He glances at you, eyebrows raised, then looks at his hands, flexing his fingers like heâs just realizing what youâve said. Heâs silent for a second, and then, âMy hands?â Thereâs that barely-there smirk on his face, subtle but unmistakable.
You scramble to recover. âYou know what I mean,â you mumble, grabbing a stray screw off the floor, wishing it would just swallow you whole.
Mercifully, he doesnât push it further. Just chuckles softly, leaning back against the wall, his gaze flicking to you for a beat longer. âYouâre welcome,â he says simply.
He stretches his fingers one last time before stuffing them in his pockets. âTheyâre at your service, whenever you need them.â
Cheeky bastard.
âYes, mom, I wonât be late,â you tell Chae as you tug your high-waisted leggings into place, your phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder.
âOk. See ya!âÂ
Finally you smooth the fabric of your sports bra in the office bathroom mirror, turning slightly to check your reflection. The purple set hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your curves and giving you that boost of confidence you hadnât realized you needed. Youâre not perfect by any stretch, but something about this fit makes you stand a little taller, feel a little bolder.
Itâs after-hours, and the office is mostly deserted. Youâd told yourself itâd be fine to walk back to your desk dressed like thisâbarely anyoneâs around to notice. Yoongi left minutes ago, or at least you think he did. He never really stays after 5:30 p.m. except that one night he returned âfor his ear budsâ and even then he actually went home and just came back to get drunk with you, apparently.
As you step into the hallway, your dunks squeak faintly on the floor, echoing in the quiet. You glance around, feeling pretty damn good as you make your way back to your desk to grab your stuff before heading to Chaeâs Pilates class.
But as soon as you open the door to your office, you freeze.
Yoongi is still there.
Standing by his desk, packing up, his head snaps up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes lock onto you, and for a secondâjust a secondâthey widen, raking over you in a way thatâs anything but office-appropriate. His gaze drifts from your legs, up to your waist, lingering at the curve of your hips, then up to your chest, where the sports bra does more work than it has any right to.
You see the exact moment he tries to recover. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and he quickly looks away, busying himself with stuffing papers into his bag like theyâve suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world.
Oh. Oh.
The corner of your mouth twitches. Itâs almost funny, reallyâafter all the teasing and the subtle suggestions, Yoongi finally looks like heâs the one caught off guard. Finally. You saunter further into the office, a booty-tooch here and there, pretending like nothingâs out of the ordinary, but inside, youâre fully aware of the power shift that just happened.
âDidnât think you were still here,â you say casually, grabbing your water bottle from your desk. You make a show of bending just slightly, and when you look up, you donât miss the way Yoongiâs stare flickers toward your cleavage before he quickly averts his gaze. His ears are a little red. Gotcha.
âI thought youâd left already.â He clears his throat. âYou uh you got a class?â
âMhmmâŠâ You hum sweetly, tossing the bottle into your bag. âPilates. My best friend convinced me to go. Free trial and all.â
Yoongi nods slowly, still not quite making full eye contact, like heâs trying really hard not to look directly at you again. The sadistic part of you wants to make it worse, just for shitsâafter all, didnât you deserve a little revenge after the way he had you silently losing your mind over his hands the other day?
âSo⊠what do you think?â You tilt your head, as if the answer to that question isnât already written in big, bold letters all over his face.
Yoongi finally looks at you then, before darting back to his bag, his fingers a little too purposeful as they zip the bag shut. âAbout Pilates?â
âNo,â you say, smirking. âAbout the outfit.â
It takes him a second to process that, and when he does, you swear you see his jaw tighten. He presses his lips together, trying to keep his cool.
âItâs⊠nice,â he says, the understatement of the year, and you raise an eyebrow, daring him to say more.Â
âHuh.â You cross your arms, weight shifting to one hip, the motion drawing his eyes back to you at the sliver of skin that just revealed itself. âJust nice?â
Yoongi exhales, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time in the months youâve known him, he looks rattled. Not by much, but enough to notice. You wait, feeling a surge of satisfaction, enjoying this just a tad too much.
He catches your gaze again, this time holding it for longer. His tongue drags across his bottom lip, the gesture slow, and finally, finally, he leans back against the desk, arms crossing as he gives you an appraising look. The faintest smirk pulls at his mouth, but itâs restrained, like heâs weighing his next words carefully. You are still in office premises after all, not in some club in Garosu-gil.
âYouâre trouble,â he says softly, and the word hangs in the air between you. The same word youâve used for him more than onceânow, turned on you. âYou know that, right?â
You bite your lip, trying to suppress a grin. It feels like a straight-up W, having him flustered, even for a moment. âYeah?â
He lets out a tiny chuckle, shaking his head. âYeah.â His eyes drop to your legs again, another once-over. When they return to yours, theyâre darker, more intent. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue before replying, âDefinitely trouble.â
You pretend to mull it over, playing with the front zipper of your sports bra. âI mean, youâre the one staring,â you tease, fully aware of what youâre doing now.
Yoongiâs grin returns, a little sharper this time. âAnd youâre the one who walked in here looking like that.â His voice rasps just slightly on the last words, and itâs enough to send tingles down your spine.
âIâll take that as a compliment,â you jest, this time repeating one of his lines from the other night. He shakes his head again at you, clearly remembering it, too.
âWell,â you say, voice deliberately airy, âI should get going. Donât want to be late for class.â
Yoongi nods, and his eyes follow you as you move toward the door. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât feel a little smug in the way heâs gawking at you. Man like him is used to being surrounded by gorgeous women, being in an industry that demands being perfect, and yet he seemed enamored by a perfectly imperfect you. How you like that?
Wow heâs still watching. Well if he wants this as spank bank material tonight, then by all means, you consent for him to stare.Â
âHave fun at Pilates,â he says, his tone a little too even.
You pause at the door, glancing over your shoulder with a triumphant grin. âSee you later, Yoongi.â
You have to admit, work has been pretty inspiring since you and Yoongi started hinting at your attraction to each other. Coffee breaks now feel like mini dates. Over steaming cups of latte (americano for him) that now tastes a little less shitty, your knuckles brush sometimesâjust a quick touch, but neither of you pulls away. And even though itâs brief, itâs starting to mean everything.Â
Itâs becoming more obvious: youâre both opening up, letting each other in, swapping stories that are equal parts random and revealing. He tells you about the black cat he âborrowsâ from a friend when he feels lonely. You tell him about your complicated relationship with your dad, how itâs still a work in progress. Each conversation feels like another layer peeled back, another step toward something deeper. Hopefully.
But then, of course, your inner saboteur decides to join the party. You start wondering what this really is for him. A way to pass the time, maybe, cause heâs just bored in the house. You know the kind of life Yoongiâs used to, but since heâs forced to step away, and here you are... just there, conveniently available. A little distraction. Maybe thatâs all this is. You think about how easily he could pick you up like a little plaything and tickle you whenever he likes. Cos, damn, you know he knows that you are very much tickled.
He hasnât asked for your number. And honestly? You donât think you have the guts to ask for his. But itâs not even just about gutsâyou think youâre a plenty empowered woman. Thereâs the NDAâa whole ass contract hanging over your head, making sure you wonât cross. Youâre stuck, confined to these small, controlled moments within the four walls of work.
And thatâs what gnaws at you the most: you donât know if this could ever become something real outside of this space. Your lives, your worldsâtheyâre just too different.Â
Your Saturday looks a little different today. Tonight, you find yourself in Chaeâs place of work. Youâre wearing a pretty little dress, paired with cute heels that make you feel amazing, even if they pinch a little. Your hair is softly curled at the ends, one delicate pin securing it behind your ear on one side, leaving the rest to fall naturally. Itâs simple but enough to make you feel put together, like you belong here, even if this whole scene is a bit fancier than your usual.
The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses fill the air as you settle in at the bar, a glass of sparkling wine in hand. The lighting is low, giving the restaurant an intimate, almost cozy feel despite its sleek, upscale design. Dark wood tables, candles flickering on every surface, and the kind of velvet seating that makes you want to sink right in. Itâs posh, but not stuffyâlike the kind of place where you can have a real conversation without having to shout.
You take a slow sip of your drink, eyes drifting around the room. The bar is polished marble, gleaming under the soft pendant lights that hang overhead, casting a gentle glow on everything. The vibe is understated but undeniably chic, with just enough buzz in the air to remind you that this is a special night.Â
You imagine Chae in the kitchen, totally in her element, probably yelling at someone to get the garnish right while sheâs knee-deep in prepping plates. Too busy to talk, but thatâs fine. You didnât mind. Youâre here for the food, the drinks, and to support her.
A guy, about your age, slides onto the barstool next to you. âHey. You here for the friends and family thing, too?â he asks casually, although itâs obvious since it is a private event after all. You know heâs just trying to make conversation.
You smile politely, nodding. âYeah, my best friend works here. You?â
âCousin of one of the line chefs,â he replies. âNo idea who most of these people are, but free food, right?â
You chuckle. He seems harmless enoughâjust someone to pass the time with while you wait for the meal to start. The conversation flows easily, touching on casual topics. Nothing too deep, but enough to make you feel at ease in the unfamiliar crowd.
Then, out of nowhere, a ripple passes through the room. You notice heads turning, subtle whispers growing louder as two men were ushered to a VIP section at the far end of the restaurant. You exchange a glance with the guyâJungwon, curiosity piqued.
âWhoâs that?â Jungwon asks, craning his neck slightly. âSome kind of celebrity?â
You squint in their direction, but couldnât quite make them out. âNo idea, but they must be, with that kind of posse.â
Just then, your phone buzzes in your hand. You glance down, seeing a message come through.
Chae: fuck ur bf and my bf are here!!! OmggggÂ
Your eyebrows shot up. You quickly type back:
You: Wtf are you talking abtt?!
But before you can get a response, you are ushered into the main dining area with the rest of the guests. The low lighting and beautifully set tables were designed for an intimate evening, and you found yourself seated at a small two-person table with Jungwon due to limited seating.
As you settle in, your vision drift towards the VIP section again, this time landing directly on someone you didnât expect to see. Min Yoongi was sitting there with none other than Jeon Jungkook.
Your breath catches in your throat. Oh. Well, that explains the murmurs. The sudden shift in atmosphere. And Chaeâs message.
You werenât expecting thisâhim. Not here. Not tonight.
You tell yourself to look away, play it cool, but your eyes keep darting back, betraying you. Yoongi hasnât seen you yetâthank Godâbut itâs only a matter of time.Â
Youâre hit with a wave of somethingâexcitement? Nerves? Probably both. This was supposed to be a low-key night, a chance to support Chae and enjoy some free food and drinks. Instead, it feels like the stakes just shot up, like youâre tightroping between wanting to be invisible and being seen.
You take a steadying breath, flicking back to him one last time. Heâs still talking with Jungkook, leaning back in his seat, completely unaware of the fact that your world just tilted slightly off its axis.Â
Suddenly, Yoongiâs head turns, almost like he can feel your frantic energy. He sweeps the room, pausing when they find you. And for a split second, thereâs something thereârecognition, a softness in his expression, the kind of look that makes your heart stutter. His lips lift at the corners, like heâs about to smile, and for that brief moment, you let yourself believe in it.
But then, just as quickly, his gaze shifts. His expression cools, like a door closing in slow motion. The familiarity drains, replaced by something distant. Detached. He nods at youâpolite, formal, like heâs acknowledging a colleague at a meeting. Nothing more. Before looking away.
Wow. Thatâs cold.
That tiny, hopeful flicker youâd felt just a moment ago? Gone. You werenât expecting some grand gesture, but this? This feels like... nothing. Just a nod. Just formality.Â
You shift in your seat, fingers tightening around the stem of your wine glass, feeling like shit.
Of course. Of course itâs like this. Why wouldnât it be? Here you are, your first taste of seeing him outside your office bubble and your inner saboteur was right.
Itâs disappointing, but not surprising. This was always confined to the office, wasnât it? Thatâs where it was convenient. But out in the world, with people around and the difference of your class apparent? Just lookâheâs in the VIP section and youâre⊠not. Itâs different. Heâs different. And maybe you are too, suddenly unsure of where you stand with him.
Was he annoyed? Uncomfortable that youâre here? You replay the moment in your head, trying to decipher the brief look on his face before it shifted. Youâve always had a tendency to overthink things, but still... that coolness in his gaze lingers in your mind, and you canât shake the feeling that something has changed.
You glance away, pretending to focus on the glass in your hand, but the truth is, you donât know how to feel. You donât want to feel disappointed, but you do. And itâs hitting you harder than it should, because maybe, deep down, you wanted more.
But this is your first glimpse of what happens in the real world. And right now, it feels like youâre just two strangers in a crowded room.
The first course arrives, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you try to refocus, letting the taste of the food ground you for a while. You chat lightly with Jungwon, making small talk about the meal, the restaurant, anything that keeps your mind occupied. Every now and then, though, your thoughts drift back to Yoongi, to that cool, distant nod, and the wound in your heart expands. You try to shake it off, tell yourself itâs nothing, but fuckâit stings.
Your phone buzzes again with a message from Chae. You excuse yourself from Jungwon and pull your phone out.
Chae: If u donât intro me to Min Yoongi, friendship over!!!!!!! Also jk but ik you havent met him yet. Omg im guna freakkk
You sigh. Of course. Chae doesnât know. She hasnât seen the awkward distance thatâs already wedged itself between you and Yoongi tonight. And you definitely donât want to be the one to burst her bubble. This is her nightâa huge one for her culinary career. The last thing you want to do is drag your personal worries into it.
You type up a simple reply.
You: On it. Stand by. And pls act normal
Fuckkk how are you going to do this? You excuse yourself to the powder room. Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you adjust your lipstick and clean up the edges with the pad of your ring finger.
Yoongiâs a good person, you remind yourself, your mind running through every little moment youâve shared with him at the office. He wonât embarrass you in public. Thatâs not who he is. But still, thereâs that nagging doubt in the back of your mindâthe one thatâs been whispering ever since you saw his face earlier, the way his warmth slipped into something more distant.
And if he does embarrass you? Well... maybe thatâs your answer. Maybe tonight is the night you get the clarity youâve been secretly waiting for.Â
You come back to Jungwon wiping his mouth with the table napkin, chewing the last bits of his mains. Before you can even politely excuse yourself, he gulps his drink in one go, âHey, I think I'm actually gonna bounce.â
So thatâs that. You text Chae and make your way toward Yoongiâs table, heartbeat picking up speed.
Chae: Iâm goin in. Get your ass ready.Â
As you approach, Beefyâthe bodyguard you recognize from past run-ins inside the officeâgives you a friendly nod and lets you through without hesitation. You give him a grateful smile before turning your attention to Yoongi and Jungkook. Jungkook is mid-conversation, laughing at something Yoongi has said, but as soon as you appear, their heads turn toward you.
You give a small wave and a smile. âHey.â
Yoongiâs eyes meet yours for a split second, and he gives you a smile that reminds you of that day you first met. Forced. Awkward. Tight-lipped.
Fuck. Youâre starting to feel like such an idiot. Maybe this was a mistakeâmaybe he really doesnât want to associate with you outside of work. You shouldâve read the room.Â
But before your thoughts can spiral any further, Jungkook thankfully steps in. âIâm Jungkook, and you are?â
You give him your name, a small, polite bow. Youâre about to explain who you are, but before you can, Jungkookâs face light up with recognition.
âOhhh, wait,â he says pointing a finger at you, a grin spreading across his face, âYouâre Yoongi-hyungâs boss.â
You freeze. Boss? His grin widens, and suddenly, thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes as he flicks his gaze between you and Yoongi like heâs just connected some dots.
Yoongi shoots him a look, something caught between exasperation and warning. Itâs like you can hear the silent âDonât.â Jungkook ignores it, his smile only growing, and so is your confusion.
âThat would be me,â you say, trying to hold onto your composure, giving Jungkook a nod while feeling completely out of the loop.
âHyung, why didnât you tell me she was going to be here?â Jungkookâs tone is light, but thereâs an unspoken challenge beneath it, like heâs teasing Yoongi in a way that only someone who knows him well could. The silent back-and-forth between them is hard to miss, and it leaves you feeling both confused and embarrassed. Thereâs clearly something youâre not getting.
Yoongi just shrugs, his voice more detached than youâd like. âI had no idea.â
You furrow your brows, trying to make sense of whatâs happening. Jungkook gives Yoongi a curious look, as if theyâre having an entire conversation through telepathy. You, meanwhile, are just standing there, completely out of place and unsure whether you should laugh or back away slowly.
And Yoongi hasnât even addressed you directly in the midst of all this. God, youâre so embarrassed.
At this point, you figure itâs time to bail. You gave it a shot, and it feels like Yoongi doesnât even want you here. Sorry, Chae. âAnyway, it was nice to meet you Jungkook, but I should justââ You jerk your thumb over your shoulder, already planning your exit.
âNo, no!â Jungkook interrupts quickly, grinning like heâs enjoying this way too much. âIf youâre here, you should definitely join us,â he says, gesturing to the empty spot next to Yoongi. âThereâs more than enough room.â
You hesitate, but before you can even respond, Yoongi speaks up, his tone calm but thereâs something else beneath itâsomething strained. âSheâs with someone already.â
You blink. Someone?
Ah. Now it makes sense.
You glance at Yoongi, the pieces falling into place. He thinks youâre here with someone, like on a date. Is it really why heâs been acting distant? Hmm. Itâs almost funny now, if it wasnât so painfully awkward.
You clear your throat. âActually, I just met Jungwon here. I came alone.â You explain it to Jungkook, but really, the person who needs to hear it is Yoongi. âAnd he already left, so Iâd be down to join if itâs cool with youâŠ.âÂ
Jungkookâs grin is immediate, and he pats the seat next to Yoongi like itâs been waiting for you all along. âOf course! Sit with us.â
You hesitate for a second longer, glancing at Yoongi to see how heâs reacting. His expression shiftsâsoftensâand before you know it, heâs pulling the chair out for you, at the same time Jungkook gets a call.
âBe right back,â Jungkook says and disappears into the hall towards the back of the restaurant.
You settle into the chair beside Yoongi, feeling this strange tension. You glance at him, but Yoongi avoids you, eyes fixed on the table.
But then, just barely, you notice itâthe faintest tug at the corner of his lips. Itâs subtle, but itâs there. Heâs smiling, the kind of smile that betrays him. The kind that says, Yeah, you caught me. And it confirms what you guessed was happening: he was actually kinda jealous. Which is ridiculous, because why would he feel that?!
He breathes out a soft fuck, before he runs a hand across his scalp. Itâs almost funny now and you canât help but shake your head at him, a small pout playing on your lips. You hear a âsorryâ in the deepest register youâve heard for his voice.
Neither of you says a word after that, but the moment speaks for itself. Thereâs a quiet agreement to let it go.Â
âSoâŠâ you start.
Yoongi clears his throat. âCan I get you something to drink?â
You blink, a little surprised, but grateful for the gesture. âJust a glass of white, please.â
He nods, finally looking at you for a second before signaling the waiter. His voice is calm, easy, as he orders for you. He orders a whiskey neat.
As the waiter walks away, Yoongi leans back, glancing at you briefly before looking away again. He doesnât say much, but the small smile that lingers on his lips tells you enough. He knows he got caught acting a fool. And heâs not quite sure how to deal with it.
And honestly, you donât know what to feel about it, either. Itâs⊠madness, really.
When your drink arrives, the clouds seem to part. You extend your flute towards him, and he clinks it with his lowball and you both take a sip, peering at each other through your own glasses.
Jungkook sits back down at the table, and the conversation picks up almost immediately. Jungkook leans forward, flashing a bright smile. âSo, whatâs it like working with him?â He jerks his head in Yoongiâs direction, boba-like orbs twinkling mischievously.
Yoongi sighs, leaning back in his chair, his usual calm demeanor settling in. âStop,â he mutters under his breath, already sensing where this is going.
You laugh softly. âHeâs not so bad. Actually, heâs really helpful.â
Jungkookâs eyebrows shoot up. âHelpful? Yoongi-hyung? Are we talking about the same guy?â Heâs clearly enjoying himself, teasing while keeping the mood light.
Yoongi shoots him a look, shaking his head. âIâm right here.â
But Jungkook grins, ignoring Yoongiâs protest. âNah, you sure he isnât sleeping on the job?â
You chuckle, nodding. âWell, he does use his lunches for sleeping more than eating.â
Yoongi groans. âGreat. Love this conversation.â
âI knew it,â Jungkook laughs, before drinking the rest of his drink like a shot.
You canât help but snicker, but thereâs something in you that feels a little protective of Yoongi. âTo be fair, he is helpful. You should see him in the office. Always stepping in when I need something fixed.â
Yoongiâs lips twitch, fighting back a small smile. âSee? Helpful.â
Jungkook just raises an eyebrow at him. âWow, look at you, hyung. Gunning for Employee of the Month.â
âItâs literally just him in my department. He already wins by default.â you bump Yoongi with your shoulders to coax a tiny smile from him, and youâre successful.
Conversations flow naturally after that, going towards the meal you just had (which Chae would be happy to know got rave reviews) onto other things.
âSo, where are you from?â Jungkook asks.
âBusan,â you say with a grin, catching the flicker of excitement in his eyes.
âNo way!â Jungkook says, clapping his hands together. âIâm from Busan, too!â He leans in, his enthusiasm infectious. âDo you know that bungeoppang stall at Gukje Market?â
You blink in surprise. âThe one with the darling ahjumma with the big hair and red lipstick? I used to go there after school.â
âOh shit, really?â Jungkook lets out a laugh. âI still dream about that mmm...â
âThe ahjumma?â Yoongi asks, straight-faced and full of shit.
Jungkookâs expression sours and you giggle.
âYouâre just jealous youâre missing out, hyung,â Jungkook says, turning to Yoongi with a teasing grin. âBusan people know whatâs up.â
Yoongi doesn't say anything, just looks at both of you with amusement as you share a high five.
Before Jungkook can continue, Chae finally approaches the table, in her crisp chefâs uniform and a bright smile on her face.Â
You introduce her quickly, and she immediately fits in, shaking hands with both of them. You admire the composure, really, considering she is meeting her favorite people.
But what she says next surprises you, when she stops being âloyal ARMYâ and starts being âprotective best friend.â
âIâve heard so much about you,â Chae says to Yoongi, her tone light, but knowing.
Yoongi looks momentarily caught off guard, but before he can say anything, Jungkook jumps in, grinning wide. âOh yeah? Well, Iâve heard a lot about her too,â he says, nodding toward you.
Huh?!
You feel your face heat up, and Yoongi glances at you, clearly not expecting the conversation to turn on him like that. âWonder why you two talk about each other so much,â Jungkook muses, tapping his chin dramatically.
You and Yoongi exchange a look, both of you feeling the awkwardness creep in. You try to laugh it off, but itâs clear both of you are embarrassed.
Chae, despite starting this whole ripple, decides to shift gears to give you a reprieve, âAnyway, I hear youâre part-timing in the military kitchen, Jungkook. Iâve been dying to know what you think of our food, as a fellow professional.â
Jungkook beams, clearly thrilled to be praised for his culinary pursuits. âOh, itâs fuckinâ phenomenal. Thoughâthat,â he points at one of the dishes on the table, âthatâs way better than anything Iâve had lately.â
Chaeâs face lights up. âAh, that makes me so happy. Thatâs one of my original recipes. What did you like about it?â
As the two of them dive into an enthusiastic conversation about food, you feel a shift under the table. At first, you think itâs nothingâa stray napkin, maybe. But then it happens again, more deliberate this time. You glance down, andâoh shit, thatâs Yoongiâs hand.
Your breath catches for a second, your heart doing a little flip. You glance at Yoongi, but heâs still keeping his attention on the conversation between Chae and Jungkook. Still, thereâs something thereâsomething softerâthat he doesnât quite hide.
Heâs slow, careful, like heâs testing whether youâll pull away. You freeze for a second, your pulse kicking up. His fingers brush yours lightly before he gently takes your hand in his, slipping it under the cloth of the table like itâs a secret just between the two of you.
Your heart soars. Heâs talking to Chae, pretending everything is normal, but this? This is definitely not nothing. You glance at him, but heâs looking ahead, calm and composed as always, matching the tenderness in the way his thumb strokes over your knuckles.
You squeeze his hand back. It feels like the confirmation youâve both been waiting for, even though neither of you says anything.Â
As the night winds down, the crowd starts thinning out. You wait near the entrance for Chae to finish up, scrolling absently on your phone. Youâd figured Yoongi left through the back at some point after he and Jungkook were requested to tour the kitchens. But then you glance up and there he is walking towards you.
He stands close, gaze steady on you, like heâs been waiting for this moment. âIâll drive you home,â he says, his voice low, like itâs not even a question.
Youâre caught a little off guard. âYou donât have toâChae and I were justââ
âIâll drive you home,â he repeats, softer this time but just as firm. Thereâs something in the way he says it that makes it hard to argue. Itâs not just the offerâitâs the way heâs looking at you, like heâs already decided.
And because God knows youâre so weak for this man, itâs almost pathetic how you just nod wordlessly.
Chae appears, barely catching the tail end of the conversation. Her eyes dart between you and Yoongi, and thenâbecause of course she canât resistâher jaw drops dramatically.Â
She pulls her phone out, putting on the most ridiculous performance. âYeah? Iâll come over!â She pretends to talk to someone, then covers the phone mic, turning to you. âI wonât be home. Donât wait up. You have the whole apartment to yourself, all night.â
You shoot her a look, and she gives you a wink before making herself scarce. You groan inwardly. Way to be subtle, Chae. Really nailed it.
Yoongi chuckles under his breath, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He motions to the car waiting outside. âCome on,â he says, and just like that, youâre following him out into the cool night air.
The car pulls up, sleek and black, with a driver already waiting inside. Yoongi opens the door for you, and you slide in, nerves buzzing in your chest. He slips in beside you, the driver closing the door for him.
The city lights blur past as the car moves through the streets, and for a moment, youâre both quiet, just watching the world pass by. But then, you feel itâhis hand, creeping over the seat like itâs found a familiar place, slowly sliding over yours.
Your breath hitches as his fingers intertwined with yours again, his touch warm and steady. Thereâs no hesitation this time. His grip is a little firmer, more certain.
âCome closer,â he murmurs, his voice quiet, but the way he says it sends a shiver through you.
You hesitate, more out of nerves than anything. âItâs ok,â you mutter, half-playful, half-nervous. âIâm fine here.â
Yoongi lets out a low chuckle, the sound deep and amused. He doesnât push it, but his thumb strokes over your hand again, like heâs perfectly content with the small bit of contact for now. Still, you feel the tension simmering between youâthe quiet pull youâve been dancing around for weeks, maybe months.
The rest of the drive passes in a blur, your thoughts spinning. When the car pulls up in front of your apartment, you take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself. You know what comes next. Youâre psyching yourself up to make the move, but Yoongiâs voice echoes in the stillness inside the car.
âGood night,â he says, watching you with that look that makes your heart race. âYou look really pretty tonight.â
You feel the blush creeping up your neck, âThanks. Youâre not so bad yourself.â
He nods, a boyish grin on his face.Â
And before you can stop yourself, the words spill out. âYoongi, do you... want to come up for ramen?â
The second it leaves your mouth, you cringe inwardly. Ramen? Really? But itâs out there now, and you canât take it back.
Yoongiâs tongue skims the seam of his lips before it curves into a knowing smile. âRamen, huh?â
You clear your throat, trying to salvage whatever dignity you have left. âYeah... you know. If youâre hungry.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, then Yoongi unbuckles his seatbelt, his eyes darkening ever so slightly. âRamen sounds good.â
A/N: So....... ramen, eh???? Please lmk what you thought about this chapter <3 Any favorite parts? Personally, it was Yoongi drooling over MC's gym fit. That was hella fun to write.
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Lacy Black Pair.
"I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, split it, pull it to the side and get all up in it."
pairing:
Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.
a/n:
inspired by Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish. (freakbob called me and told me to write this btw.)
kinda proofread
warnings:
18+ smut, oral sex (f receiving,) unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy,) dirty talk, degrading, praise, choking, overstimulation, hair pulling, biting, rough sex.
word count:
2.2k
You always felt Johnnies eyes on you. When your skirt rides up a little too high and he gets a glimpse of the hot pink thong you're wearing underneath, he can never seem to look away. Not to mention the crop tops you wear that are always a little too tight or cropped, not that he's complaining. He doesn't mind the exposure of your brand new back tattoo. If he was lucky, he'd get a glimpse of how it trails down to your lower back. He couldn't prevent his mind from wandering, thinking about how it'd look if he had you bent over his bed. He'd get lost in the thought of what'd you'd taste like coming undone all over his tongue. He loved how much of a tease you were, even if you were in sweats with the lacy band of your underwear peaking out. God, he couldn't get enough of it.
He had you to himself so many times, so many of those times he could've made his move. He never did, though. He loved watching you 'struggle' to get his attention, but you always had it. As the weeks went by, more tension was starting to build; tension that anyone could feel if the two of you were in the same room, tension that you could cut through with a knife. He loved watching you stutter when all he did was meet your gaze.
it was late, and Jake and Carrington had fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. you sat at the edge of the sofa with Johnnie close next to you.He barely watched the movie, his primary focus on your smooth thighs that were exposed. He wanted to reach out and dig his fingers into your soft flesh, but kept his composure (the best he could, at least).
"i'm gonna go get another Dr. Pepper." you mentioned, pulling yourself off of the sweat pool that was the couch. "you need anything?" you asked quiet enough that only Johnnie could hear. you wouldn't want to wake up the children.
"no, i'm good. thanks, y/n." his soft voice was sweet like honey, but always had that familiar tang in his words. he glanced up at you, making brief eye contact before returning to the movie.
your face heated up, and luckily he didn't notice as you walked away, or so you thought. Johnnie watched your hips sway as you walked away, your booty shirts riding up your ass in the perfect way. He quickly adjusted his jeans that were a little too tight for comfort in that moment.
you came back short after. Johnnies eyes followed you as you sat down, moving down to the newly exposed skin as you sat down. You were wearing his favorite pair of panties of yours: a black, lacy thong with little pink bows. all he could think about was soiling them, getting them dirty with a mixture of your juices.
he noticed as your thighs clenched together, his leg was pressed against yours, after all. how could he not? as much as he wanted to keep you waiting, wanted to see how desperate you could get, it was starting to get unbearable for him, too.
he leaned over, tucking your hair behind your ear. he whispered in your ear, a low, raspy tone. "you wanna know what's been on my mind?" his hand snaked around your shoulder.
you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "hmm?" you responded. you matched his tone and he had to fight back a groan. his blunt nails traced over your bare shoulder softly.
he twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers, "how cute those fucking panties are. they're my favorite," he smirked at the end of his sentence.
he pulled away from you and stood up. you watched in shock as he walked away up to his room. you scoffed quietly to yourself and followed him up the stairs. "you can't just say that and walk away."
"what are you going to do about it?" he stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to face you. You had never heard this tone with Johnnie. it scared you in the best way possible. you took a step closer to him cautiously. you looked up at him through your eyelashes. he rolled his eyes and looked away. he made eye contact with you once more before turning away and walking into his room.
the next week after that would be the most dreadful week of your life. you and Johnnie barely spoke, you couldn't muster up the courage to say anything. his gaze never faltered though. you wanted to slap him and kiss him, tell him you hate his guts but you love him with your whole heart. you were so conflicted, and it all came to a head whenever Jake and Carrington were out recording. you and Johnnie had the whole house to yourselves.
Johnnie came into the kitchen silently, watching as you made coffee in your mini skirt and t-shirt you got from Tara. he leaned against the counter, not saying a word. you knew he was there. "uhm, can i help you? why are you staring at me?" you didn't turn around to meet his eyes.
he took a step closer to you, pushing himself off of the counter. his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you close. he buried his face in your neck, making you freeze. "you look really pretty, you always do." he muttered against your neck.
"fuck, Johnnie," you exclaimed, both extremely aroused and confused. "what do you want from me? do you want me or not?"you pushed him off of you and leaned against the counter behind you. "i'm sick of these stupid fucking mixed signals."
he placed his hand on either side of the counter, pinning you against it. "you don't know how bad i want you, ma." he bit down on his lip, preventing a smile from forming on his lips.
you stuttered, attempting to form a sentence. you gave up, grabbing a fist full of his shirt and pulling him in. he smashed his lips against yours in a needy manner. you sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. the kiss felt like fireworks, both of you had been waiting for this moment for so long. his tongue swiped your lower lip, and you opened your mouth slightly, granting him entrance. he let out a small moan, the taste of you on his tongue making him grow more desperate by the moment.
he gripped your hips and helped you sit up on the counter. as he continued to kiss you, his hands slid up your thighs, pulling up your skirt in the process. you happened to be wearing his favorite thong. he squeezed your bare thighs as he kissed down your jawline. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving light marks on the soft skin. "c'mon, let's go upstairs." he muttered against your skin.
you jumped off the counter and pressed your lips onto his again. you couldn't get enough of his taste. he began to walk you backwards towards the stairs. you walked up the stairs carefully, his hands on your waist guiding you. the two of you crashed into the wall right in front of his door. he whirled you around and took you into the room, slamming the door behind him. as your lips glided together, he pushed you back into the bed and crawled on top of you.
he pinned his hands on either side of your head, peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck. you tangled your fingers in his raven colored hair, begging him for more.
"god, so fuckin' impatient." he mumbled against your skin. his hands snaked up your shirt and took it off of you, revealing your bare chest. he ran his tongue over your pebbled nipples, making you arch into his touch. his hand gripped your neck and pulled you up to face him. "you're such a slut, you know that?" he spat.
"fuck, please, Johnnie." your voice came out raspy as his hand was wrapped tightly around your neck.
he smirked before releasing your neck. he flipped you over, making your skirt ride up just above your thighs. he groaned at the sight of you bent over his bed, it was everything he had imagined and more. he laid a light slap on your ass before pushing your skirt up around your waist, making sure he had a perfect view of your lower back tattoo. his fingers traced your tattoo, moving to the tiny pink bows on your panties.
your core was throbbing as you waited for him to touch you. you whimpered out pleas and he couldn't help but give you what you wanted. he pulled the lacy black pair to the side, licking a strip up your wet cunt. you whimpered at the sensation, reaching back towards Johnnie. his strong hand gripped your wrist, holding it against your back tightly.
he sucked your clit, applying the type of pressure that made your legs shake. strings of moans and curses flew out of your mouth as he thrusted his tongue inside of your tight hole. his tongue licked your walls, hitting all of the right spots inside of you. he moaned against your pussy as the sweet taste of your slick.
he ran his tongue through your folds at a quick pace, making you squirm under his touch. you squeeled as his diverted his attention back to your clit. "you're so sweet, baby." he grunted against your pussy, the friction his jeans were giving him wasn't enough.
his thumb moved to your clit as he lapped up your juices. he rubbed rough circled while drinking up the wetness that he had caused. he already had you approaching the edge. he let go of your arm and slapped your ass again. you jolted at the sudden sting, but it only fueled your desire further.
"oh, fuck!" you cried out, "im so close." you clawed the dark sheets under you as you buried your face into the comforter, muffling your needy moans. "shit!"
"that's it, fucking needy little bitch." he smirked against your cunt. "cum on my tongue." he admired how your tattoo twisted and turned as you writhed under him. he ate you out as if he was starving and you were the only one who could satisfy that hunger.
your walls clenched around his tongue as you came with a loud moan. thank god nobody was home. he continued to lick through your folds, collecting al of your cum on his tongue. your legs shook as he sucked your overstimulated clit, releasing it with a pop.
you heard his belt unbuckle and his pants his the floor not long after. he leaned over you, his hard cock pressing into your sensitive pussy. you grinned back onto him, your hips starting to feel more sore by the second. "what do you want, baby?" he wrapped your hair around his head, tugging it gently so you'd look at him. "you want my cock?"
you nodded quickly, choking out a yes in response. he smirked as you continued to grind onto him. he slipped his cock inside of you, groaning as your pussy clenched around him. he pulled you up so your back was pressed against his chest. he began to thrust inside of you at a decent pace without letting you adjust to his size. you let out loud moans as he hit your g-spot. his hand moved from your hair to your neck, squeezing gently as he sped up his pace.
"fuc," you grunted, "you- you feel so fu-fucking good." you stuttered, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to pleasure you.
you felt his cock twitch at your words. "yeah? you think so? who's pussy is this?" he bit down on your shoulder, calming the pain with gentle kisses. "hmm?" he hummed in your ear.
"fucking yours," you spat, "all yours."
he let out a breathy laugh as he gently sunk his teeth into your ear. "that's what i thought. i fucking love these tiny skirts you wear, always giving me such a good view. shit, mama." he grunted, losing control as he fucked into you relentlessly.
he let you lay back down on the bed, gripping your hips as he fucked you roughly. your mind was foggy, the only thing on your mind was Johnnies dick inside of you. you let out incoherent words mixed with whimpers and moans. "'m so close!" we're the only words that came out of your mouth.
"me too, fuck, me too." his thrust became more sloppy as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten once more. "you're doing so good for me." he said through staggered breaths.
with one final thrust, he shot his thick ropes of cum inside of you. your walls spasmed around his cock as you came with a loud moan. he collapsed on the bed next to you, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes. you flipped over and cuddled up into his chest, your skirt still bunched around your waist. "i really like those panties." he said with a laugh.
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hiiii!! i was wondering if perchance i could request head canons or a one shot (whichever you see more fit) of how [character] is on their first date with [reader]
the characters im rlly invested in are alastor, vox, velvette, angel & husk đ
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a/n: iâm so sorry requests have been so slow, my show is almost done (closing night is today) so iâll be able to get to requests after that!! and i tried to make this a bit longer than my normal pieces so i hope i did okay? weâre almost at 700 btw so tysm for that <3
warnings: profanity, mentions of sex in voxâs part (no smut), mentions of valentino, implied!masc reader in angelâs section â the rest are gn
proofread: no đ
tags: x reader, alastor, husk hazbin hotel, angel dust, headcanons, the vees
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vox would probably enjoy a night in the most, honestly, fans can irk him a fair bit, and he wants tonight to be about you and him alone
heâd probably get some of his more decent employees to be like waiters, and letâs be real, even if you were only in voxâs quarters, you both would still be dolled up
seeing as this is only the first date, voxâs âshow hostâ persona is still very present, heâs not ready to let his walls down quite yet, heâll sit there and boast about how fucking amazing he is for most of the date
but youâd be surprised, when you speak, vox wonât shut down anything youâd say, heâs an extremely good listener â it mainly comes from how he has to listen to boring meetings, even when he doesnât want to, but as much as he wonât admit it, he could listen to you talk anyday
when the end of the date comes, youâre either gonna end up spending the night at his, whether it ends in sex with him or falling asleep on the couch together in the middle of a movie is a bit of a 50/50
OR heâs gonna end up driving you home, mainly because he doesnât enjoy just walking about the streets of hell, because so many people come up to him, and also cause he doesnât want to risk putting you in harms way, but also because he wants to flex his fancy ass carâŠ
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like vox, heâd also probably enjoy a date in a more private settings â due to the type of fans he has, the contract heâs under, along with many other things
but angel has a preference for more relaxed dates, heâd bring you into his room the hotel and end up having a massive sleepover â movies, skincare, gossip seshs, etc. whatever you ask for, heâll give ya!!
after valentino, i can see angel only really taking interest in people who heâs known for a long time/has a strong bond with â so considering the fact that heâs most likely known you for a long time, this is probably when heâs gonna be more affectionate â possible cuddles, kisses, etc
but even with that, angel really considers first dates as a âget to know youâ sorta thing, so he wants to hear all about you, and share stories with you about him as well! you two will probably play games like 21 questions or truth or dare but with mostly truths đđ
honestly, angel will probably spend more time telling you about molly (his sister) then himself, he misses her a lot, and she was one of the biggest parts of him and he loves telling you stories about them together in their lifetime
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in contrast to vox, she would love to go out somewhere for a first date, more specifically, the mall! she may end up treating the first date as more a girls trip, but trust me, it isnât her way of friend zoning you in the slightest!!
the stores in the mall that sheâd most likely wanna hit up are the clothing stores and makeup stores (duh)
sheâd try on a bunch of fits for you in a âfashion run-wayâ kind-of manner and force outfits into your arms and rush you to do the same
and in makeup stores, sheâd grab a bunch of lip-oil testers and ïżŒswatch them on your arm and see which ones she thinks look the best â and sheâd also try to find your foundation shade match or something like that
then you goes would probably stop at a food court and she would sit there and just yap, i can see velvette as a big rambler, she can be very expressive with her words, especially when it comes to her passion topics, so she really grows to appreciate you if you decide to hear her out
and side note; if you guys run into one of her fans, sheâll make sure you see it, she needs you to know how fucking hot and famous she is
the both of you will probably stay until the mall is about to close, and then youâll walk her home, but donât worry, sheâll give you a small kiss for being so good ~
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honestly, husk would kinda be at loss a for what to do for a âdateâ â itâs been a long damn time since heâs been romantically interested in someone, so heâs not too sure where to start
heâll end up going to charlie for help, or angel, and he ends up deciding to take you out to a small diner thatâs just a stroll away from the hotel
itâs not great there by any means, but itâs not bad, but more importantly, itâs safe, and thatâs all he really wants for you
you two will spend most of the time conversing in conversation, nothing too crazy or life changing, but simple ice breakers here and there, husker is more awkward than you may think
despite the fact that he thinks itâs so fucking stupid, he takes charlieâs idea to share a smoothie with you, which ends up back-firing as he takes a sip and it goes through and up your straw and splatters onto your face
and you canât help but blush as he gets a little too close to you as he wipes the smoothie off of your face with a few napkinsâŠ
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alastor is a gentlemen, who aims to please, so he has a number of activities for you that are bound to blow you out of the water, even if the idea is simple on paper
first, he starts off by taking you out to dinner, the fanciest restaurant he could find, you both are dressed up to a tee
he makes sure to feed you every last bite of your food, treating you like a pet, its so sickeningly sweet you didnât whether to be slightly offended or swoon right then and there
then he takes you out to a nice park, even if itâs already dark out, and heâll have you on his arm and take a simple stroll with you, the attention is fully on you and he wonât shy away from giving you all the praise possible
shortly after, alastor will get his staff and play some gentle jazz music as you both sway under the hellish stars on what seems to be such a blissful night ~
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THE HATING GAME - JJK
working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.
pairing â jungkook x female reader
genre â angst, smut
word count â 7.2k
warnings/tags â lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.
paired with this edit made by yours truly đ€
a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 đ please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.
if you came from tiktok, hello and welcome to the dark side đ enjoy the long-awaited lawyer!jk au!
btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called âthe hating gameâ the name just fit this ok đ
âWe need to talk,â Jungkookâs voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.
âWe canât do this case.â
If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, âYou invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?â You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, âI donât know why youâre panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,â you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.
Mr Jeon, your boss, thought itâd be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.
Why heâd even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.
âYeah, youâre forgetting one thing,â he says.
âWhatâs that?â
âMy dad owns the fucking place.â
Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkookâs dad, and honestly, it wasnât such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.
You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.
âHeâs handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,â Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, âWe should just take the suspension.â
"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this wayâŠâ you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, âWhen you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.â
You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.
Provoking him.
âIâm sure the Jeon Jungkook doesnât wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?â you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.
Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, âFine, letâs win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? Iâm sure youâve got no plans for the weekend,â he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.
âI actually have a date this weekend,â you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. âWe can work on it later tonight, Iâm leaving now.â
A date? Thereâs no wayâŠ
Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.
He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. âA date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?â he questions, like it was the craziest thing heâd ever heard. âHeâs gotta be deaf or blind.â
Now, with shit like this, youâd walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, âListen you conceited asshole,â your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, âI donât like you. Never have, never will. Weâre all a bit different outside of work but Iâve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you donât deserve it.â
It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.
You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.
Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didnât wanna be just a âwork colleagueâ or that âannoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.
âNow if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I donât think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.â
âLikewise, Y/N,â Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.
As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were⊠gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, youâd gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.
You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesnât say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.
You thought you were seeing things.
Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? Thatâs a first.
You donât say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.
âYou didnât poison it, did you?â
As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, âSeriously? What am I, five?â
âMmm, you act like it,â you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.
Thankfully, you were still up and alive.
âHave you had a look at the case yet? Itâs a lot of information,â Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move youâd witnessed on so many occasions, youâd gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.
You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, âYeah.. I think it might be the hardest weâve gotten yet.â
You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.
It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victimâs neck.
All caused by his own father.
âSo what are we? Defence or Prosecution?â Youâd usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.
âEasy,â his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, âWeâre defence,â he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.
âWhat? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?â You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.
âI spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.â
âOh, so itâs just Jiminâs word against mine now?â you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.
From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadnât even started yet. âYou know what, weâll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.â
As long as you got what you wanted.
âSo whoâs taking you on a date this weekend?â
Jungkookâs sudden question surprised you. You couldnât think of one valid reason as to why he cared.
âUm, you probably donât know him, but his name is Jung Hoseokââ
ââI know him.â
Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.
He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.
You regretted giving away Hoseokâs name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.
âI know Hoseok pretty well, actually. Heâs not really fit to be a boss if Iâm being honest,â Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. âSurprised heâs willing to date a bitch,â he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.
âListen, youâre tired, Iâm tired, I donât wanna talk about whoâs a bitch and whoâs fit enough to be a boss⊠and itâs definitely not you.â
âOh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I donât?â
âCompassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, heâs quite the attractive man,â you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.
He could be all that and more.
âBut our relationship isnât very deeply rooted. Weâre not in love or anything, weâve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.â
Jungkook didnât ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and heâd just about heard enough, âYeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever itâs called,â he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.
âWhy would I cook for someone I hate?â
âYou donât hate me,â he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, âYou pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.â
You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.
Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.
You sigh and roll your eyes, âHmm⊠Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,â you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. âBut thatâs what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?â you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted âluckyâ for working with Jungkook, âthe most attractive guy in the firm.â
Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing heâd ever heard, âOh my god, I knew it,â he laughs, almost demeaningly, âEveryone and their mum has a thing for me, youâre no different,â he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. âSo thatâs why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? Thatâs cute, especially since itâs you.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you question, slightly offended.
âBecause itâs gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.â
God, heâs so full of himself.
As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, âOh Jeon⊠Youâre so smart, I canât believe you figured me out so quicklyâŠâ you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.
He couldnât deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing heâd ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.
Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far youâd go to keep this act up, âMhm, I bet you like where we are now, donât you?â he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.
Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you werenât expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really werenât prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.
Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..
Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you couldâve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss himâ
No, that was the tense air speaking.
Just improvise.
âMhm, this is exactly what I wantedâŠâ you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, âBut Iâm sure your hand can make-do in better places, donât you think?â
Jungkookâs brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasnât expecting you to keep up. It wasnât a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.
Not until you do.
âAnd what about yours, Y/N?â he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, âI bet youâre really skilled with your hands, arenât you?â
The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.
Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, âOf course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,â you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.
If he had the balls, heâd touch you somewhere more scandalous.
âOh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?â
Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.
Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkookâs lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.
With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, âHow about this?â you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.
âCould be better,â he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, âTry thisâŠâ
He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, âItâll be better if you touch me yourself, but Iâm sure you already know that since youâre so âskilled,â he says, his hands resting over your hips.
How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldnât you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.
With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, youâre all talk,â you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, âWhy don't you put your money where your mouth is?â
Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, âIf we continue, this won't be a game anymoreâŠâ he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, âI won't be able to stop,â he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didnât wanna do this, âIs this what you want?â
Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?
You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?â you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"
"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.
With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.
You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.
Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, âTake the shirt off for me, will you?â
You donât hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkookâs breath had hitched in his throat.
He didnât know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything heâd imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).
He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.
If he was feeling nice, heâd give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasnât in a nice mood. He didnât know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..
Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.
Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?
Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, âWhat are you waiting for?â you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.
âIâm waiting for you to beg.â
âIâm not begging youââ
As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, âYouâll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a dayâŠâ he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.
âCome on, Y/N⊠you know what you want, just tell me,â he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.
God, he loved irritating you.
Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you werenât exactly the begging type of person, âI need your handsâŠâ you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.
âThatâs not how you ask nicely,â Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, âEnlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?â He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.
"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.
You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.
Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "Iâ I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping heâd cut you some slack.
"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.
You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; heâd grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, âIâd be careful when moving, wouldnât want you to fall back,â he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.
Jungkook doesnât even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, âDonât you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying âpleaseâ when you want something?â
You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didnât seem so bad right about now.
âI fucking hate you,â you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, âPlease, JungkookâŠâ it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, âI wanna fuck myself on your fingersâŠâ
Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. âSee, that wasnât so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.â
His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"
It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.
It felt so good.
It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, âJeon, I canât..
"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.â
He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.
He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. âFuck⊠Look at that desperate pussy..â he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.
A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans youâd been keeping to a minimum now at the max.
âSoâ so good..â you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.
He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.
When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasnât gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
It stung, but it felt so fucking good.
Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, âOh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?â
Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before heâd spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.
He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didnât wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldnât deny he looked like a hot mess.
What you didnât see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.
He chuckled deeply, âShouldâve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?â He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.
Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.
âI donât know how theyâd feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,â he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, âWe should risk it and find out, huh?â he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.
âIâd rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,â you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.
âYou think youâre funny, huh?â His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.
The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.
You didnât realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.
You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.
âYou want my cock down your throat, huh?â he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.
Right where you wanted him most.
âSay it,â he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, âSay youâre a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so muchâŠâ
Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.
âIâm a cock-hungry bitch..â your words are there, but no confidence within them, âWho wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,â you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping heâd give in to you.
Jungkook shrugs, âCould be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?â He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.
You couldnât handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadnât even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.
âTight fucking fitâŠâ he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldnât bring yourself to stop him. You didnât want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.
âFucking made for my cock, arenât you? A perfect fit..â
The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkookâs groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.
"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.
âIf this is the only way to shut you up, Iâll have you on your knees more often,â he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.
Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.
âYouâre so fucking annoying,â you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.
âOh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?â he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.
You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldnât help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.
He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.
At last.
âOhâ fuck.. Jeonâ!â Youâre more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.
Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.
âPussy made just for me..â he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. âAll fucking mineââ he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, âFuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in⊠bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?â
âUhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!â
You loved the pain.
Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.
You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, heâd have fucked you way sooner.
âBet you wished Iâd come in and fuck you at some point, huh?â A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.
âGodâ yes!â Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.
Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?
Of course.
âAnd everytime Iâd leave your office, youâd sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping Iâd come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didnât I do that?â he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.
âFuck you for not making a move,â you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.
He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, âShut the fuck up, Iâm not done,â he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on meâ" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "âflaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."
He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, âNow I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"
You couldnât bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as heâd stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.
âOh youâre close, huh?â Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, âWe canât have security walk in, can we?â lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. âCome all over my cock like you were born for it.â
And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.
Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.
You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.
âFuckâŠâ he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.
Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, âCanât let it go to waste,â he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.
It was the hottest thing youâd ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.
It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell youâd both come back from this.
Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like heâd left his mark on you.
âWhat did we just do..?â you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.
Jungkook didnât know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; âThis probably wasnât ideal but I donât regret it,â he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.
You didnât know if you felt the same way, but you certainly werenât feeling bad about it.
âYou donât have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,â he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured heâd do what was safest, âWant me to clean you up and walk you to your car?â
Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, âOh no, thatâs okay, I can take it from here,â you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one heâd never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.
Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, âIâll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.â
âYeah, you tooâŠâ
He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didnât wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.
How the hell would you both ever come back from this?
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m'starting to get my groove back no emperor so here's a lil valentines day piece i wrote, hope yall enjoy ⥠! ( a lil bit more love for the hopeless romantic singles like me, ppl in a relationship yall can get that from your s/o's..still love yall tho âĄ)
fem reader, katsuki is a nervous lil thing, his friends don't help( they do end up helping him out tho), just pure fluffyness, bksquad boys are sassy towards each other but all in good fun, bkg is a softie, kirimina kinda hinted but eiji shuts it down take it how u wanna, food n takeout mentions,dude talk written by a girl trying her best, kirishima's sheets smell bad lemme know if i missed sum else ⥠!! (no friends to lovers mentioned in this one btw..starting to feel myself goin thru withdrawal already..), not rlly reader oriented like usual but i thought this was cute lol i like the idea of katsuki caring about us so much he goes out his way to ask for help from others (despite hating doing so)teehee (also i like the idea of these silly guys interacting and i like hc-ing them okay okay i'll stop rambling okay-)
the last thing kirishima expected at 9.34 pm was someone basically busting down his door with how hard they were knocking on it.
eijirou opens the door urgently and is even more suprised to see his foul mouthed best friend on the other side of the door.
"woah, bakugou, man !" he exclaims seeing the state his friend was in. his eyes looked droopy and his clothes were wrinkled up like he had done a lot of moving around. usually, he would've assumed his friend had just awoken from a good nap, but his restless expression said otherwise. "what happened to you ? you lookâ"
" 'm fine." bakugou gruffs hoarsely, taking a deep breath at his friends widened eyes, softening up his demeanor just slightly " i'm good," he rephrased "justâyou gonna let me in or what ?"
eijirou sputters out an "of course, of course" only for his friend let himself in before he could even move aside. though he immediately freezes when he sees-
"woah, kacchan's gone nutso ! " denki exclaims, face turning red from laying upside down on kirishima's bean bag for way too long.
"and he's up past 8 ? must be the apocalypse or somethin' " sero chuckles from his place on the floor near the dresser.
bakugou groans has he flops onto eijirouâs bed "of course you losers are here" his complaint is muffled against the pillows, but not muffled enough to where the rest of the boys can't hear.
"hey ! we were here before you ! 'f anythin', you're the one intrudingâ!" denki gulps, eyebrows furrowed. he quickly spins around to lay right when he feels the blood rushing to his head, taking a deep breath afterwards. sero chuckles and bakugou deadpans at kaminari for a good fourty seconds before slamming his head back down and groans even louder.
kirishima decides he's at a safe enough distance to sit down on his own bed, without making any sudden moves so as not to anger the beast that is an angry, sleepy bakugou. he places a hand near his friends leg, where he deems he's at safe to ask "what's up man ? you're usually in bed by this time.." he hears sero make a noise in agreement.
"yeah, or he's havin' kissy-kissy time with his giiiirrrlffrrieeeend.." kaminari sings, kicking his feet in the air jokingly. bakugou, to everyones suprise, flinches at the mention of you, then slams his head against kirishima's pillow harder and groaning even louder.
all three friends share a curious-somewhat worried look. kirishima nudges his head in bakugou's direction, silently begging his friends to say something. said friends adamantly shake their heads, as if synchronized, making a cross motion with their arms. kirishima sighs to himself, some friends.
yet again, he is the first one to speak up " did..did something happen between you two, didja fight or something ?" he asks carefully, his entire body is strained and the air in the room is so heavy, everybody present ready to get a big portion of the great lord explodo-bomberkill's anger.
only to be met with bakugou turning around to lay on his back eyebrows strained slightly and eyes absent, thinking about something they don't know "what ? course we didn't fuckin fight, idiot." he answers simply.
the three friends all let out an obnoxious sigh of relief, to katsuki's slight confusion.
"hoo, okay." kirishima answered relieved. he knows you and bakugou don't fight very much (which he thinks is super manly) but he knows that when it happens bakugou get's extremelyâEXTREMELYâirritable, so it's best to stay away from him while he has his heart broken for a little bit, unless he reaches out by himself, but that only happens when he feels really bad and came to ask for advice on how to get his boyfriend priviledges back. "soo.." eijirou sings "what happened then ?"
bakugou's face hardens and the group stiffens again, preparing for a latent explosion--perhaps the volcano was still dormant and was about to be set off. the three boys hold their breaths.
bakugou takes a deep breath, a sour expression on his face.
3..
bakugou huffs out a sigh.
2...
he opens his mouth to speak andâhis cheeks are turning pink ?
"valentine's day's after tomorrow and i don't know what the fuck to get her."
the three boys slump over and kaminari does so so hard his face bangs against the floor. kirishima feels like he's in a sitcom or some gag anime.
" that's it ?" sero chuckles to himself "what ? you're worried for valentine's day ?" sero mocks, gladly taking the opportunity to mess with the blond "that shit's easy man." he cackles, leaning against the dresser more comfortably.
"yeah dude, all you gotta do is get her some chocolates and likeâa teddy bear or somethin' girls love that typa stuff !" kaminari piped up, having lifted his head up from the floor. sero nods and bakugou lifts himself up to scoff at them. it feels like it comes from the deepest depth of his very being and kirishima feels a little hurt, despite not being the target of the attack.
"this is why you losers don't have girlfriends yourselves, so i don't wanna hear anythin' from you." kaminari chokes out an "ouch, dude !" " sides, i'm not just gonna settle for that boring ass shit for my girl. no chance in hell." bakugou concludes gruffly.
"yeah, yeah we get it you're the perfect boyfriend" sero quips bitterly, rolling his eyes. " why'd you come here to ask us if, according to you, we get none ?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.
"i came here for shitty hair, not you bastards." the blond spits, rolling his eyes as well before turning to kirishima, who jumps a little at his friends slightly desperate eyes on him.
"woah, i don't haveâwhat makes you think i would be any help ?" the redhead splutters, waving his hands around.
"don't you have something goin' on with alien chick ?"
"what ?! no dude, we're just friends !"
at that, bakugou's eyes widen the slightest bit before he groans for what feels like the 5Oth time tonight, and flops back onto the bed dramatically, turning his head away from his friend " your fuckin' useless too, then." his friend grumbles angrily.
"hey !" kirishima exclaims "mean ! i help you with your girlfriend troubles all the time without having one !"
bakugou turns to face his friend again with narrowed eyes, before exhaling a frustrated sigh and lifting himself up again, eyebrows furrowed. "your sheets smell like ass by the way." he chides, nose scrunched slightly.
"h-hey !" kirishima reiterates " i was gonna wash 'em !"
bakugou gives him an incredulous look, before shaking his head, sighing.
"well look, how about you just get her something you know she likes, isn't that good enough ?" sero offers, shrugging to himself.
"ou ! i saw a guy on tiktok ask his girlfriend out with wingstop, you could like-" kaminari, despite getting lightheaded before has apparently not learned his lesson as he flips around on his back again "âask her to be your valentines with some fast food chain she likes, and those cute pink heart balloons they sell at the mall, y'know !"
the boys all hum at kaminari's suprisingly helpful idea. kirishima doesn't wanna say it out loud but he really hadn't expected such a cute idea from his electric friend.
"y'know, i was gonna say you were just hungry with the wingstop thing, but that's actually not a bad idea kaminari." sero hums absentmindedly with an impressed expression on his face. kirishima sweatdrops at his lack of tact but isn't really suprised.
"fuck you, man ! you guys never trust me with this stuff." kaminari whines mostly to himself. "yer track record isn't really the best when it comes to scoring girls, is it ?" sero retorts.
kirishima shakes his head seeing his friends start to bicker. he decides to ignore them and turn to his spiky haired friend, who seems deep in thought "well, what about it ? that sound like a good idea ?" he asks.
"s'not half bad.." his friend mutters in response " it's a good start, i guess."i if he notices how kaminari presses a hand to his chest with a heartfelt look on his face, he doesn't comment on it.
"oh, maybe try the take-out and a movie, i'm assuming you're not trynna have a whole celebration, yeah ?" bakugou grunts in response, his nose scrunches as he cringes thinking about the idea. he shakes his head "no, want it to be..about just the two of us, y'know ?" he utters honestly, in a way that sounds way too out of character from him.
a symphony of awwwss resonates around the room and katsuki feels his cheeks heat up hard as he harshly tells his friends to shut up.
" but seriously i'm curious, you guys are already together right ? why would you need to ask her to be your valentine anywayâshouldnât that be a given ? " sero wonders.
"i donât fuckin know, my old hag says itâs about the principal or some shit like that." bakugou sighs, flopping back onto the bed and throwing an arm up over his eyes, it seemed like being up so late was affecting him.
"no way dude, you called your mom ?" kaminari asks, jaw practically reaching the floor (or the ceiling..?) in shock. bakugou flushes and splutters as he hears his friends reaction to this apparently shocking news.
âshut up.â he growls âshe says itâs important to show i care.. my old man does it an' they're still together right now so he must be doin' something right.
"woah man.." kirishima uttered in awe " you're goin so far to make your girlfriend happy.." he clenches his fist "s-so manly !" bakugou simply grumbles to himself in response.
"honestly..i didn't expect that from you..like at all."
"fuck off !"
"like genuinely, at all. or maybe like, 0.00003 percent cha-"
" i'll fuckin' kill you tape arms !" bakugou barked, small sparks shooting out of his palms as he kneeled at the foot of kirishima's bed in pursuit of the black haired boy. kirishima swiftly swoops in and grabs his friends arm, quickly putting his finger over his mouth
"shhhh, man !" kirishima shushes. " if we're loud, class rep's gonna hear us !" he hisses.
"or worse, mr. aizawa..." kaminari whimpered.
all four boys share a shiver.
afterwards, bakugou sighs, acting as if him almost literally blowing up at his friend a minute ago hadn't happened and gets up to sit on the side of the bed.
"well whatever, i'm satisfied." he says, a little yawn leaving him "my folks gave me some ideas so i'll use those too." his eyes zip around the room and back to the floor, then he closes his eyes and speaks so quietly kirishima barely catches it
"you guys' idea isn't horrible either so i'll keep it in mind..thanks." he utters a quick " 'r whatever." before suddenly getting up and practically sprinting to the door.
it's quiet in the room as everyone sits stunned and kirishima is the first to speak again "o-oh yeah, no problem man, anytime !" he beamed, though still slightly shocked.
"yeah, no problem..!" kaminari can't seemed to decide if he wants to smile or be stunned. his mouth stuck in an awkward half-smile-half- '°O°-' face.
" course." sero raises a thumbs up and a small smile.
bakugou grunts to himself, graces his friends with a simple "night." then pulling the door open quietly, looking around the hallway quickly before swiftly creeping out the room, closing the door behind him. the boys quickly reciprocate the goodnight quietly before he can fully close it. he stutters at the door for a second longer and kirishima knows he heard them then, so he's satisfied.
it's quiet in the room for about 5 seconds after bakugou's left.
"dude, for some reason that made me feel all warm inside..is that just me ?" kaminari hummed, pressing a hand to his chest.
"nope, me too" sero admits, sighing to himself.
"yeah, same here" kirishima says as well, smiling to himself " he really cares about yn, huh ?"
"i can give him that, yeah" sero stretches, getting up so he can jump onto kirishima's bed.
"dude" he lifts his head up "your sheets do smell like ass." sero snickers.
" I- AM-GONNA-WASH-THEM !! "
afterwards valentines day comes around. the boys don't have valentines of their own but when they see you and katsuki hand in hand, with you holding onto those cute pink heart balloons from the mall, wearing a sweater a little too big for you and a valentines day gift bag in your one hand, with bakugou holding onto a bag of take-out and offering them a single side glance and a nod with a half smirk on his lips, they feel extremely proud of themselves. bakugou reminds himself to tell his friends he owes them one.
#reader also got him sum dw maybe ill write a pt 2#writers block aint stoppin me from writing about boyfie for SHIT#nvm me being painfully single still dat dont matter.#where im at rn its literally minutes before valentines day ends so im still on time RAAAAHH#i feel like im sending in my homework due at 11:59 LFMAAOOO#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou drabble#eijirou kirishima#sero hanta#denki kaminari#not proofread but will fix later !#tysm for waitin for me !!#i luh yall#happy valentine's day !! <3
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Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys
So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc theyâre longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (thereâs two or three), and Ghostâs wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.
Also I took Keegan off this one bc I donât think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and Iâll write one and edit it so its in here.
Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies heâs here now.
Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it
Without much more hereâs:
Strength Kink with the 141
Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.
Price
Price is an âold dogâ as he calls himself. He knows heâs getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.
First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.
Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with âyou can feel if ya like, love. Go on.â just holds his arms away from his chest while heâs in his tank top.
If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.
He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.
Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.
Tells you heâs âjust practicingâ however he is very clearly showing off.
If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.
âJohn, are you sure- Iâve never seen you lift this much you look red-â
âI'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.â Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.
Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.
And Priceâs wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.
(This is what i mean btw)
Soap
The worst about it of them all.
I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like âJohnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. Weâre in the bloody gym.â
He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.
Will bench press you.
Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.
If youâre sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.
If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.
If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.
Catch him planking at the gym?
Feeling bold?Letâs shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.
âDo push ups.â
âBonnie, the fuck you mean-â
âCome down, get a kiss, and go back up?â
âAnd if I fall? Which I wonât but I gotta ask.â
âCanât feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.â
Heâs floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.
Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesnât. Not until heâs shown off. Itâs embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. Heâll just say you both need a shower.
Ghost
Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.
Oh you think he does?
If you ask him, youâre wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.
Heâll just randomly pick you up.
Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.
If he catches you staring, its over for him. Heâs blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.
If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, heâs not listening to a word of that blabbery. Heâs focused on the way you watch his legs while heâs in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you donât choke on your words.
If youâre the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he canât easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a âSimon, Iâm going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.â And just walk out. Donât elaborate.
Heâs struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. Heâs so flustered heâs down right gasping for air. If he didnât have shit to do today heâd scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.
Konig
(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))
Gaz
By the time youâve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.
So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.
And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.
If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.
âKiss for your savor?â He asks.
âSure.â You reply, pecking his lips.
But no no no.
âLove, I meant youâre actual savor.â Heâd say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.
Just roll your eyes and do it. Itâs easier.
He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.
That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you donât he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.
I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.
Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when heâs flexing extra hard so theyâre rock solid for you.
First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.
Edit: hereâs Keegan
Keegan
Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants youâve ever seen.
He had been showing off since he first met you, so Iâll tell you how it happened.
What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.
He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.
âWhat wrong, doll? Distracted?â He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.
He made sure to get real close to.
Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just⊠yk⊠casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.
And when heâs at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know youâll never be too heavy. Thereâs a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.
Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.
Hereâs Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)
Krueger:
Sebstian knows heâs already strong.
Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.
Heâs always throw around his weight with you. He knows heâs a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.
Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.
Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesnât want you to stop looking at him like heâs your savior as you rub his sore muscles.
God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.
Heâd never tell you that tho, no heâd rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away⊠wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldnât do that to you not yet.
#cod x reader#call of duty#john price#captain price#konig call of duty#konig x reader#konig#soap x you#john soap mctavish x reader#soap cod#soap x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick
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preview: ". . . Now as he stands in your apartment, he realizes that no amount of protection was enough to keep you away from Hanmaâs venomous grip. He was intoxicating and once he sinks his fangs into you, there is no way out. The rough love bites were an indication of that. . ."
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âChifuyu,â you sound out of breath. Hair disheveled and such choice of clothing confirms to the man that you hadnât intended for anyone to visit you this time of the night. You stare back at the man, hair now dyed jet black and sporting a very fancy suit, and it dawns on you how long you havenât seen him.Â
An entire decade.
Chifuyu didnât intend for the two of you to separate this way, but clearly he had no choice but to keep you away from Tomanâs nasty business (something Hanma failed to do). When he first heard that you were going to move away for your studies, he was sad and the two of you cried as you hugged at the train station with your boyfriend by your side. He remembers the man you used to date and feels his heart sink.Â
âCan we talk?âÂ
Whatâs up with men from your past showing up at your door? Not that you mind Chifuyuâs presence, a part of you was still mad that he had lied for all these years about his whereabouts. He doesnât have to tell you for you to figure it out, the way he fiddles with his thumbs and avoids your eyes as you lead him inside says it all.
âSo?â
âWhat are you doing?â Chifuyu jumps straight to the point, and youâre a bit taken aback by how alarmed he sounds. âWith Hanma what are youâ this isnât right, you know that?â
âOh Iâm sorry, did you come here to lecture me? Itâs been 10 years, Chifuyu!â you cross your arms over your chest, heat rising to your face. âYou lied about where you were and you lied about being with Tomanââ
âFor a good cause!â Chifuyuâs volume rises and you scoff. âYou had to stay away from Tomanâs business.â
âWhy does everyone think itâs okay for them to decide how I get to live my life?â you question bitterly and Chifuyuâs lips are sealed shut. âI mean reallyâfirst Ran and Rindou, then Hanma comes back and heâs acting all mysterious and now you?â
âYou can get hurt.â
âI donât care.â You spit out venomously. âYou have no idea how isolating it feels to watch everyone around you distance themselves from you thinking it will protect you. All it did was make me scared to try to make friends.â
Truth be told, it wasnât just Chifuyu or your brothers or even Hanma that you were mad about. Not their absence, or their lies or their futile attempts to shelter you from a familiar life of crime and violence âyou were bitter about where you had ended up, what you couldâve had with your previous lover that went so badly even you couldnât recover from it.Â
When you moved away for your studies, your relationship with your brothers had already been strained, broken even. They had betrayed your trust in irreconcilable ways, so you turned to the one person you loved so much. You loved and cherished him, you were ready to offer up your heart to him as he whispered promises of a happy family in the near future, with a big house and a pretty garden where you'd water the plants and harvest some vegetables. Then heâd come home and he would show you the latest piece of clothing he had designed for you. Youâd wear it happily and show it off to him as he gave you a look mixed with adoration and lust. He promised that he would fill your tummy to the brim, that he would fuck a baby into you as many times as you wanted. It was a shared dream of yours.
Perhaps it was too good to be true.Â
That man switched up on you overnightâbecause of a project that had been consuming him for a month straight, he wasnât able to spend time with you anymore. Becoming a fashion designer was everything to Mitsuya Takashi. Unfortunately, he wasnât going to let anything hold him back even if it was a partner.Â
You had been in a long, six year relationship when Mitsuya started to put more distance between the two of you, prioritizing his projects over date nights and coming home very late at night after events and gatherings. And every time you tried to talk to him about itâabout your relationshipâyou were met with nothing but a look of exhaustion and disdain. The warmth he once had for you was gone and was soon replaced by a cold, distant look. His touch no longer lingered against your skin during the early hours of the morning, sex had become a chore to the same man who would spend hours making love to you under the moonlight.Â
Thatâs when you realized that perhaps, it was time to part ways.Â
It wasnât easy at allâyou cried in his arms and he apologized for not being able to keep his promise of the perfect family the two of you were once eager to have. And before the two of you could part ways, you watched as the man reached for his neck to unclasp the jewelry wrapped around it. Stepping behind you, he wrapped the necklace around your neck and the two of you shared one last warm look, filled with the love you will always have for one another.
âKeep this. Maybe weâll meet again one day.âÂ
One day turned into six years of not seeing the lavender haired man. Six years of praying and hoping for something, anything. To no avail. You hadnât even heard of him on the news, nor were you able to find any of his works anywhere and it broke your heart at the thought of him moving out of the country completely. To think that he needed to change his entourage in order to see some growthâyou hope that you werenât the type of girlfriend to try to grab his wings and pin him to the ground.Â
Chifuyu had been watching you this whole time. He had been watching your every move, ensuring your safety without having to approach you or so much as get out of his car. He knew of your breakup with Mitsuya, and all he could think of was the last conversation you had with him before moving away for your studies.
âI canât wait to marry him,â there was a slight blush to your cheeks. Mitsuya had really been the boyfriend to you and Chifuyu could feel the love pouring out of you. âHeâll be such a good dad.âÂ
To say that you were broken after the relationship had ended was an understatement. You didnât go to work for a week.Â
But Chifuyu couldnât approach you stillâand all he could do was watch and pray that you take care of yourself and find a way to lift yourself back up.
So itâs safe to say that when Chifuyu heard that Hanma found you, he was enraged. Toman was used to Chifuyuâs calm and collected demeanorâa false facade he had learned to put up in order to get on Kisakiâs good side which helped him a lot. As he approached the manâs office, he could hear a second manâs voice and quickly recognized it to be Hanmaâs.
âSo what is this about?â Chifuyu doesnât care that he is interrupting something as he knocks. He waits for Kisaki to tell him to come in and pushes the door open. Hanmaâs back is facing him as he sits on the chair and Chifuyu stands near the door with his hands behind his back.
âKokonoi said that the report concerning his IT business is taking too long due to a bug in the system.â The dark haired man speaks in a monotone voice, his body unmoving. Heâs clearly not happy to be here, but he has to do it for his job.
Chifuyu canât see whatâs happening from his position, but he notices that Hanma places a picture on Kisakiâs desk before leaning back in his chair.Â
âYou found her?âÂ
Her. It could be so many peopleâthis girl Kisaki had been stalking, or maybe one of the strippers that had escaped Hanmaâs club due to the poor treatment by nasty and rude customers. Nothing couldâve prepared him for the bomb that was about to drop.
âSheâs back in Shinjuku.â
â(Name). What was her last name again?â Kisaki brings your picture closer to his face, inspecting and analyzing every feature on your face, down to the way you got dressed.Â
âUsed to be Haitani. Changed it after her brothers got involved in some weird, shady business.âÂ
Chifuyuâs body tenses up when the two men mention your name. Heâs managed to keep you away from this mess for years now, yet his plan was coming crashing down from a single interaction with Hanma Shuji. The dark haired man was terrified that Hanma was after you just for fun, that his attempts at protecting you would fail now that the tall, tattooed man was back in your life.Â
âAnd? What do you wanna do now?â Kisaki puts the picture away and starts to rummage through papers in his drawers, he doesnât lift his gaze as he continues. âDo you want the men to take her away or?â
No no noâChifuyu canât let that happen. He canât and wonât let anyone hurt you. His fists clench on his sides, body tensing up. Then he notices. Hanma had gone eerily silent instead of doing his usual, insane laugh.Â
Kisaki seems to realize the same thing. Sensing the tall manâs silence, Tetta raises his eyes and notices the deadly look on Hanmaâs face. Had it not been Kisaki, a man whoâs known him for years and was desensitized to his glares, he wouldâve most likely fallen from his chair. His eyes were devoid of any playfulness, and Tetta doesnât miss the way his jaw clenches.Â
âNo. I donât want any of them near her.â
Chifuyu still wasnât able to trust him. It had never been easy to do so, a man as dangerous as Hanma was as unpredictable as a wild card in the deck. Had his intentions been clear, Matsuno wouldnât feel the need to watch your every move even closer since that day.Â
Now as he stands in your apartment, he realizes that no amount of protection was enough to keep you away from Hanmaâs venomous grip. He was intoxicating and once he sinks his fangs into you, there is no way out. The rough love bites were an indication of that.Â
Flustered and perhaps feeling as though he was being creepy, he looks away from your neck and watches as you cover yourself more with your robe. You noticed.Â
âIt was to protect you.â Chifuyuâs voice is soft like butter. He doesnât have it in him to argue with you, he doesnât want to argue with you he justâÂ
He misses you so much and it was driving him crazy that he held himself back for all these years, and all it took for Hanma was to see you once at a metro station and he was back in your life. It just wasnât fair.Â
Losing Baji had taken a toll on Chifuyuâs mental and physical well being. You were worried about the boy and you voiced it out many times to Mitsuya when the two of you went out to get him a couple of snacks as well as some food for his cat.Â
It was that worry that made the two of you as close as ever even if your friendship was very short lived before you packed your things and moved away. Luckily enough, Takemichi was in the picture and you had nothing to worry about this time.Â
Still, it doesnât change the fact that everything Chifuyu has done was to protect you. Even if it meant hurting himself in the process.Â
âItâs dangerous, Toman.â He speaks lowly as he takes a seat on your couch. âItâs not like how it used to be.â
âI know.â you admit, voice as small as ever. Chifuyu doesnât want to know how you found out, but he quickly realizes it has something to do with Hanma and sighs deeply.Â
âDid you ever think it would get this bad?â you ask, taking a seat next to the man who can only sigh and run a hand through his hair.Â
âIâŠwould like to say no, but things have changed a lot. Mikey is different, people are differentâmoney made themâŠdisgusting.â You remember your first encounter with Hanma. The fancy clothes, expensive shoes and watches didnât draw a smile on his face. He looked bored out of his mind, like he wanted something to happen in his life and the expression on his face when he realized that he had finally found you after so many years of not seeing you, felt like the first time that man had used his face muscles to smile.Â
So yeah, Toman was different.Â
The two of you sit in silence. Itâs a comfortable one this time, like a silence between songsâyou get to sit and process what you had just listened to and your brain is trying to make sense of everything all at once. But it doesnât pain you, nor does it leave a heavy feeling behind. You sit there next to your friend from your teenage years and you donât feel the need to pretend to be anything else. You can be yourself around Chifuyu, even after so many years.
âSo,â Chifuyu is the first to break the silence, turning his head as he rests it on the couch. He stares at you with those eyes that mirror a winter sky. âHanma Shuji, huh?â
Despite his disappointment and perhaps even anger, the man doesnât miss an opportunity to tease you. You flush at the tone of his voice and look away, completely flustered.
âWe donât have to talk about anything.â
âIs he really that good?â he continues to tease you, narrowing his eyes at you when your jaw drops and you canât hide that your face was in flames.
âCan we not! Yes, heâs good and weâre two adults having fun.â
âYeah,â his eyes shift to the love bites on your skin and the state of your disheveled hair. âYouâre having a lot of fun.
âPlease shut up.â you sigh deeply as you sink on the couch. âHeâs actually a pain in the ass.â
âIâm sure heâs a pain in your assââ
âSeriously!â you cover your face. â...I donât care. As long as I get some action, I guess.âÂ
âNow that Iâm thinking about it, heâs been less annoying lately,â Chifuyu admits. âDonât get me wrong, he gets on everyoneâs nervesâ.â typical Hanma. â--but heâs been different lately.â
âDifferent?â
You canât deny that this has piqued your curiosity. What Hanma was to you wasnât the same to everyone elseâyouâve known the man as a teenager and meeting him again as an adult, you realize you may have missed the most formative years of his lifeâthe years that shaped him through struggles and hardships, leaving him the monotone, robotic, and emotionless man he is today.Â
Toman knew an entirely different version, so a small shift in his behavior is easily noticeable.Â
Chifuyu recalls an incident that happened three nights ago that really solidified to him that there might be something going on with the tall man. Hanma had walked inside the Toman headquarters all wet and disheveled. Not the kind that would leave you wondering if the criminal had sex. It had been pouring outside for hours on no end, and Chifuyu narrows his eyes when he sees Shujiâs wet clothesâhowever, he doesnât seem annoyed. He calmly walks towards the front desk where he asks the receptionist (and his personal assistant when he is having a good day) where his bag of spare clothes was. The assistant, clearly taken aback, leads him towards a giant closet and hands him his bag.Â
âThanks.â The tattooed man mutters to the assistant who stands there frozen and shocked.Â
Did Hanma just⊠thank him?Â
Even Chifuyu couldnât believe his own eyes and ears.Â
âYeah. A good type of different.â The dark haired maleâs hand reaches up to ruffle your hair, a habit he couldnât get rid of (not that you minded) then pushes himself off the couch.
âWellâŠIâm glad it didnât go that bad.âÂ
âIt couldâve, had I not missed you so much.â You say in a small voice and Chifuyuâs heart breaks a little.Â
âSorryâŠâÂ
âOh itâs fine, Iâm used to people leaving.â You try to lighten up the mood, but Chifuyu can tell that this wasnât a joke to you. The thought of people leaving you was terrifying, but you always managed to find a way to brush it off as nothing but an overreaction.Â
âI wonât leaââ
âDonât.â A hand rests on Chifuyuâs shoulder, and all he can do is stare at you. He feels the small tremble in your hand, and he can read your mind. He knows what you mean.Â
You donât want empty promises.
âOkay.â He whispers in return, resting his hand on top of yours. âI got it.âÂ
â
Just how busy can a criminalâs life be in a city like Tokyo? Well, it depends. If you were to ask Chifuyu, he would tell you that it was very busyâhopping from one meeting to another, helping manage businesses and attending opening nights and events. Kisaki would say the same, although with the help of his assistant, it feels less hectic and suffocating. And the same goes for every man in Toman.Â
Everyone but a certain tall man.Â
Hanmaâs specialty was torture. His skill relies on methodically, agonizingly breaking a personâs mind and body until they were reduced to an empty shell. He took pride in the way he unraveled them, a twisted thrill evident in his blown-out pupilsâenjoying the process far more than any normal person ever would. So missions were a fun part of Shujiâs job.Â
Until they arenât, and he has to request for Kisaki to push them back a day or two.
âWhat?â Kisakiâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhat do you mean you canât do it today?â
ïżœïżœExactly what it means.â Hanma says in a breathy voice, and Kisaki sighs at the end of the line.Â
âDo I even have to ask why?â
When the tall man laughs, Kisakiâs face twists with disgust. He recognizes that laugh, it was an indicator that Hanma had simply found something far more entertaining than his missionsâwhich was rare to say the least. But he continues to laugh, before heaving out a long, content sigh.Â
âOh man,â a tattooed hand brushes the skin of your exposed back, a small meek noise escapes your swollen lips at the touch. âNot sure if I can answer that.â The same tattooed hand then fists your hair and he pulls harshly until your neck is craned at an uncomfortable angle. You try to shoot him a glare, but he pushes his cock deeper and you find yourself biting down on your bottom lip to suppress your noises.Â
âBye.â You hear Kisaki hanging up on the other line and look over your shoulder.Â
âYouâre insufferable!â Shuji is amused by the glare you send him, tugging at your hair so that your back is now pressed against his chest.Â
âI get that often.â You hear the grin in his voice, lips pressed against your ear as he whispers hotly into it. After a beat of silence, Hanmaâs hips slam against your ass and your jaw falls open.Â
âF-Fuck!â you cry out. Shujiâs free hand then goes around your body to grope your boobs, slapping them as he continues to fuck into you hard. Desperately, you dig your nails into his forearm for support and gasp when the hand travels down to your clit.Â
Your head now rests fully against his shoulder, body twitching and trembling as he continues to thrust into you while rubbing the sensitive bud.Â
Hanma loved seeing you like this. Not your usual, bratty self who refused to even glance his wayâturning you into putty on his cock was something he took pride in, and he couldnât deny that the more the two of you fucked, the more addicted he became.Â
A week into your agreement with him, and you had been bent over every surface of your apartment.
First was your couch. Hanma insisted that he wanted to replace the memory of him getting cockblocked by your cat with a nice one. You forgot that the manâs sheer strength was enough to send you reeling, and he wasnât able to control himself as he snapped his hips against your ass cheeks until the couch had moved spots.
âS-Slow downâ!â you tried to beg, powerless as he held your wrists behind your back and pushed your face into the cushion of the couch. Your pussy was squeezing him too tightly for him to think of anything but letting you milk him dry.
âCanât do t-that doll.â hearing the small stutter in his voice has your stomach fluttering. His fingers dig into your skull as he pushes your face deeper into the couch, muffling any of your noises as he thrusts harder and deeper into you.Â
Your kitchen counter was next.
The small, crowded space of your kitchen was Hanmaâs least favorite spot in your apartment. You shoot him yet another one of your signature glares as he voices his displeasure, and watch as amusement paints his features.
âSmall ass kitchen you got here.â
âNot your first time being here.â You try to focus on the food youâre stirring in the pot, and not Hanmaâs body towering over yours from behind.Â
âAnybody fucked ya here before?â His hands grip your waist, pinning you in place and the hand thatâs not busy stirring the food grips his forearm.Â
âYes Hanma. I am not a virgin.â But given the redness of your face, you might as well be one.
âOh really? Who was it?â
âYou donât have to know!âÂ
âI gotta know if he was good. Did he make you cum?â You gasp when his hand slides inside your pants, fingers grazing the tuft of pubic hair covered by your panties.Â
âI-Iâm cookingââ
âDid he use his fingers like this?â You feel pathetic as your hand drops the wooden spoon to grip the kitchen counter, body bending forward when the rough pads of his fingers find your clit and start to rub it in circles. He moves further down, collecting some of your arousal before smearing it all over your sensitive bud.Â
âStop talking.â You say through gritted teeth, but your hard exterior soon melts away when he pushes his middle and ring finger into your pussy. He doesnât start slow, nor does he give you time to get used to the sheer size of him as he starts pistoning his fingers into you. Groaning at the feeling of your snug walls gripping his fingers, he buries his face in your neck and pushes you closer to him. Youâre reeling at the pleasure, unable to muffle your noises and you wouldâve melted to the ground had his arm not been wrapped so tightly around your middle.Â
As payback, you give him a handjob on your couch.Â
Itâs not that often where you donât stare at your sexual partners while pleasuring them, but eye contact with Hanma was intense. It felt tooâŠnerve racking for the two of you. So you sit next to him, blanket draped over your laps as your spit covered hand grips his cock. You move it up and down, stroking in the same motion that has the manâs head thrown over the back of the couch and his jaw going slack. From the corner of your eye, you see his reddened cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows and squeeze your own thighs. You ignore the flutter in your stomach, thumbing at his tip and removing the blanket when he starts to buck up his hips, fucking into your hand.Â
And since you donât want to make a mess, you wrap your lips around his dick and let him cum down your throat.Â
âHoly shit,â he says, out of breath. You still refuse to stare at him as you wipe your mouth and grab the remote control to press play again.Â
Friends with benefits. Thatâs what the two of you are.Â
So you donât expect special treatment as he batters your cunt with his mean cock, nor do you wait for him to caress your body and whisper sweet nothings into your ear after slapping your boobs so painfully. You like that. You like how mean he is and itâs fucking with your head.
The louder you get, the easier it is for Hanma to fuck into youâarousal is dripping down your thighs, and the sound of skin slapping bounced off the walls of your bedroom. You canât hide how horny you were, or just how good he was making you feel. All you can do in response to his hypnotizing thrusts is grip his skin and leave your own marks. A way to show that he was yours for the night, even if he were to leave after this and go fuck someone else.Â
âI-Iâm cumming,â you gasp, sounding desperate and clearly not in control of your own volume and voice. Your brain feels fuzzy from all the pleasure, Hanma lets go of your hair and pushes you down until you are on all fours. Youâre bent over so perfectly for him that a quiet curse escapes his lips. âS-Shuji, Iâm cummingââ not Hanma, not asshole. Shuji.Â
Youâre not sure what kind of noises youâre making, but it sounds so pathetic and whiny that it sends the tall man behind you over the edge. However, you make the mistake of looking over your shoulder and the sight that greets you makes your stomach flip.Â
A sweaty, red faced Hanma is fucking you so eagerly, hypnotized by the recoil of your ass that he forgets to close his mouth. Fucked out is the best way to describe him. A man who is usually either so amused by othersâ discomfort and pain, wearing such a pornographic expression makes you grip the bed sheets and moan loudly as you cum all over his cock.Â
He lets you ride out your orgasm, gripping your ass cheek and kneading the skin before delivering a harsh smack to it as he picks up his pace until he is emptying himself inside your warm walls. Leaning over, he presses his lips against the skin of your shoulders before asking.Â
âYou...You arenât fucking anyone else, right?âÂ
âYouâre asking that now?â After fucking me and cumming inside me so much?Â
Obviously youâre not fucking anyone else!
âJust answer.â He demands with a slap to your clit that has you squealing, trapped under the weight of his body.
âN-No!âÂ
âGood.â His chin rests comfortably on your shoulder, and he places both hands on either side of your bodies as he presses his body weight against yours. âGood fucking girl.â
Not sure what he wouldâve done had you said yes.Â
âWhat?â Youâre in a haze, but you still manage to catch bits of what he says and Hanma chuckles to himself.
âDonât worry.â
âNo, you said somethâah!â your jaw goes slack when he starts to fuck you into the mattress. This position allows him to trap you beneath him with so much ease, until you have no choice but to take his cock and blabber nonsense into the pillow.
âFocus baby girl,â his teeth nip at your earlobe as he sinks his cock again into your cunt âIâm not done with ya.âÂ
Guilt is a weak emotion. Fear, anger and even jealousy are much stronger and can affect someone greatly. If consumed by any of the aforementioned, youâll find out that sleep doesnât come to you easily.Â
Insomnia has followed Hanma Shuji his entire life. There hasnât been a day where he slept through the night without being woken up in cold sweat and a loud gasp, or without feeling the need to reach for the nearest weapon to him. But as he lays next to you at 3 Oâclock in the morning, he starts to question what triggers his insomnia. Heâs never felt guilty after a mission, anger only consumed him if someone betrayed himâthat leaves out jealousy.Â
His golden eyes land on your worn out, sleeping figure. He chuckles as he notices your furrowed eyebrows, and his hand starts to move towards your face before freezing. What is he doing? He pulls his hand away, eyes drifting towards your exposed chest before pulling up the covers. He sees the pendant of the necklace resting comfortably around your neck and suddenly feels the need to fix it. Before his hand can reach for the jewelry, your fingers grip it protectively and you pull the covers tightly around your body.Â
Hah. Whatâs that about?Â
âNo,â his ears perk up when he hears your sleepy voice mumble into your pillow. â..not..go.â
Not go?Â
You were obviously talking in your sleep. It wasnât supposed to make sense.Â
âDonât..go.â Sleepiness is replaced with distress. â..kashi.âÂ
Hanma scoffs. Honestly, thatâs all he can do in such a situation. After fucking you into a deep slumber, you still manage to mumble another manâs name in your sleep. Which was completely fucking fine of course, you werenât his and he wasnât yours.Â
Friends with benefits. Thatâs what the two of you agreed on.
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it's like that
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
summary: after taking on a new project at work, a figure from your past makes an appearance that doesn't sit well with frank.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of violence
word count: 8k
a/n: buckle up, sluts (I say with all the love in my heart). this part 4 & it is long (about 25 pages) so grab a snack, a drink, & get comfy. thank you to @imalittleanon for being my lovely beta reader, & thank all of you for continuing to enjoy reading this series as much as I love writing it. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
btw there's a few easter eggs from season 1 of the punisher in this. enjoy đ€
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F. Castle
Those black letters had been staring up at you for over an hour. When you walked into your office this morning, the manila folder with Frankâs name on it was waiting on your desk. A furrow formed between your brows as you quickly looked around your office, not catching anyoneâs eyes when you looked out into the hallway. You cautiously walked over towards your desk, fingertips barely tracing over the label with his name on it, as you tried to figure out who might have left it.
Your fingers paused when a name suddenly popped into your head.
Billy.
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âWhere the hellâs he goinâ?â
Billy stared down at you curiously, eyes continuously darting back and forth between Frankâs ghost and your stunned expression. You hadnât realized that youâd still been standing in the exact spot that Frank left you in, completely oblivious of all the other couples dancing around your statue. Billy gently grabbed onto your shoulder, dark brows pulling together towards the center of his forehead as he bent down slightly to reach your eye level.
âY/N?â
âI wanna go home.â
Billyâs face immediately morphed into a more serious expression, and he transitioned into full on bodyguard mode. Wrapping his arm around your waist to lead you towards the hall with the elevators, he pulled an ear piece out of his pocket to slip in and brought his wrist up to his mouth to speak into his comms.
âBring the car around front, now.â
Pressing the call button for one of the elevators, Billy turned his attention fully on your silent form.
âWhat happened?â
All you could think about was Frankâs words, echoing in your ears over and over and over as his vengeful glare bore into your eyes.
She died.
Billy grasped onto your shoulders a little firmer to capture your attention, bending down again to be level with your eyesight as he kept his voice calm.
âY/N, I need you to tell me if this is an emotional thing, or a threat thing, so I know how to direct my guys. Because Iâve got no fuckinâ idea why Frank just took off like that, and the look on your face is makinâ me nervous. Talk to me, Y/N/N.â
âI just wanna go home, Billy.â
Billyâs stare was unwavering, even as the metal doors of the elevator parted with a ding. His dark eyes scanned over your face and entire body before he gave a slight nod of his head and ushered you into the elevator, pulling his comms up to his mouth again.
âEveryone report to your vehicles. Weâre headed to the lobby. Iâm takinâ Y/L/N home.â
The glass of the window was cool against your temple when you rested your head against it, closing your eyes for a moment as you let out a shuddering breath. All you could see flashing behind your eyelids was Frankâs face.Â
Billy pulled his ear piece out as he eyed you, tucking it back into his jacket pocket.
âWhat happened with Frank?â
âI shouldnât have asked him.â
âAsked him what?â
The busy streets of New York passed by in a blur as you watched out the window, but you couldnât see any of it. All you could see was his face.
âI thoughtâŠwhen I saw the ring around his neckâŠI thought he was getting divorced. I didnât know thatâŠthat his wifeâŠâ
You couldnât even finish that sentence. Your brain was still trying to process the way Frank had said it. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Billy immediately stiffen, and his facial features became darker as you looked over at him.
âDid you know her?â
Billy clenched his jaw tightly as he stared straight ahead, only giving a slight nod of his head.
âShe was like family. She was family.â
âWhat hap-â
âNot my place to say.â
Billyâs voice was stern, with a slight edge to it, and you immediately let the endless questions bubbling in your throat die on your tongue. The rest of the ride was completely silent as you tried to wrap your brain around all of this new information. You knew that Billy and Frank had known each other for a long time, but you didnât realize just how close they were. Your heart felt heavy in your chest, overflowing with guilt for ripping open a wound not just for Frank, but for Billy too.
âIâŠIâm sorry. I didnâtâŠI wasnât trying toâŠIâm-â
âYou didnât know.â
âItâs not my business.â
Billyâs eyes were a little more sympathetic than the rest of his features as he looked at you. As soon as his car pulled up outside your home, you rushed to unbuckle yourself, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the mess you had made as possible.Â
âThank youâŠfor everything, tonight. Iâm just gonna-â
âIâll walk you.â
âYou donât have to-â
âIâm still on the clock.â
Billy didnât give you another chance to protest as he opened his door to get out, coming around to meet you on your side so that he could walk you up to your door. Whatever nerve you had struck with him had completely evaporated the playful mood he was usually in, and you found yourself missing that version of him in place of this one. Your fingers trembled as you pulled your keys from your purse, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you both stood in front of your door.
âBillyâŠIâm so sorry-â
âYou canât help it. Itâs the investigative journalist in you.â
Billy attempted to give you a reassuring smile, but it never made it to the edges of his mouth. He let out a deep exhale through his nose, adjusting his tie as he glanced around silently for a moment.
âGive him time. Frankieâs kinda like a cat. You gotta let him come to you.â
Letting out a shaky breath, you traced your thumb over your key, staring down at it for a moment as you tried to figure out what to say. You didnât want to see the hurt and disappointment in Billyâs eyes.
âThank youâŠfor coming with me tonight. AndâŠfor everything. I really appreciate it.â
âIf you wanted to go on a date with me so bad, all you had to do was ask, doll.â
When your eyes snapped up, Billyâs signature cocky smirk was back on his lips, and his eyes were softer and shining with mischief. A little bit of the weight from earlier felt like it had been lifted off your shoulders, and you rolled your eyes as you tried to fight the smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth.
âIâd never give you the satisfaction, Russo.â
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Billy had to have been the one that left it. But why? What did he want you to know?
You had spent the past hour waging an internal war with yourself over it. Part of you desperately wanted to know what was inside, especially if it had answers about Frank and his wife. A bigger part of you felt guilty at the idea of invading his privacy like that. If he wanted you to know, he would tell you.Â
Why would Frank want you to know? Why had he even brought it up at the gala? He couldâve lied. He couldâve said anything but that.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the folder and shoved it into your bag, deciding it was a problem for later since you had a staff meeting in five minutes. Grabbing your notebook and pen in one hand and your coffee in the other, you made your way to the large meeting room where everyone was gathering around, taking a seat towards the front of the long table. Your editor adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he clasped his hands together.
âAlright, Iâm sure most of you heard by now, but there was another bomb attack this morning right in front of the Royal Hospitality hotel. We donât have a lot of details right now, but we do know a car parked out front was rigged to explode. This was most likely directed at senatorial candidate Stan Ori. He was supposed to deliver a speech there for his campaign about gun control this morning. We donât have confirmation on the number of injuries or deaths yet. Ground team, I want you as close to the scene as possible. Get me everything you can: eye witness statements, pictures, anything. Internal team, I want you contacting all our sources at NYPD and Metro General for anything we can use. We need to run something today, the sooner the better. We clear? Alright, get to work. Y/L/N, stay back a minute.â
Confusion settled over your features as you stared up at your editor, watching as everyone quickly scattered out of the room. Once the two of you were alone, he let out a deep sigh and settled his hands on his hips while giving you a pointed look.
âI donât want you touching this.â
Fury instantly spread through your bloodstream as you abruptly stood up from your chair.
âYou canât be serious.â
âAs a heart attack.â
âEllison-â
âYou are already too close to this. Do I need to remind you why youâre walking around with a shadow?â
âThis is my job-â
âYour job is to write what I tell you, and I am telling you this is off limits.â
âEllison, I was with Stan when they called into that radio interview. I can get an exclusive with him-â
âSo they can threaten you?â
âTheyâve already threatened me!â
âWhich is exactly why you arenât going anywhere near this, Y/N. I am not making the same mistake with you that I made with Ben. Do you understand?â
All the fire raging within you suddenly fizzled out at the mention of Benâs name, and you slowly deflated. Ben Urich had been somewhat of a mentor to you when you started at the Bulletin. He had been an incredible writer that published some of the most groundbreaking stories the paper had ever seen, and he had begrudgingly taken you under his wing once he realized you werenât going to give him an option not to. The office you worked out of now had once been his, and you hadnât changed a single thing about it.Â
Ben had gotten too close to Wilson Fisk in the process of writing an article to expose him for what he really was, and while it was never proven in court, you knew Fisk had been the one that murdered him.
âYeahâŠI understand.â
âI know you hate this shit. Okay, I do too. But pride is not worth losing your life over.â
âItâs not pride, Ellison. ItâsâŠanger. Iâm tired and angry.â
âKind of a shame your beloved Punisher was gunned down. If there was ever a time I wished that guy was still alive, itâs now. Never thought I would ever say that, butâŠhe probably wouldâve had these assholes taken care of after the first attack. He was efficient, Iâll give him that.â
Shooting a glare in Ellisonâs direction, you crossed your arms defiantly over your chest as you shook your head.
âHe wasnât-I never said he wasâŠshut up.â
You knew Ellison was right to forbid you from covering the attacks. You had already put yourself at risk too much already. But it didnât make it any less infuriating.Â
As you stormed back into your office, you slammed your door shut so hard, it rattled the hinges. A frustrated groan fell from your lips as you tiredly rubbed your palms down your face.
âThat good, huh?â
Jumping at the sound of Frankâs deep voice cutting through the silence of your office, you quickly spun around to see him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he stared over at you, and you swore you saw the faintest of smiles threatening to spill over his lips.
âWhatâŠwhere did you come from?â
âYou want the long answer, or the short one?â
You stared at him in complete disbelief. Frank was sitting calmly in the corner of your office, giving you sass like he hadnât just told you an Earth-shattering revelation no more than seventy-two hours ago before completely disappearing again. He cocked his head to the side as he stared over at you, arching one of his dark brows quizzically.
âYaâknow, as your keeper, itâs pretty concerninâ how little regard you have for your own safety.â
âWhat?â
âI coulda shot you, or came up behind you with a knife. You wouldnât have even known I was in here. You really gotta start checkinâ rooms before you enter âem, and lockinâ your goddamn door. You even got anythinâ in here to protect yourself with?â
âYeah, you.â
Frankâs eyes narrowed at your response, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you arched one of your brows in return. If he wanted to do sassy today, you could do sassy, and you could do it better.
âI meant a weapon, smartass.â
âAgain, you. Isnât that what theyâre paying you for?â
âHow âbout when Iâm not here?â
âThen I get your replacement. At least, thatâs what Iâve been getting every time youâve gone MIA lately.â
Frankâs jaw instantly tensed at your snappy reply, and you didnât miss the way he sat up a little straighter in the chair. Lightly scoffing, you rolled your eyes as you stalked over to your desk to sit down, tossing your notebook and pen carelessly onto it.
âShould I sign up for self defense classes? Or just skip straight to buying a gun, Frank? Whatâs your professional recommendation?â
Were you being bitchy? Absolutely. Did Frank deserve it? Abso-fucking-lutey. You were not in the mood to deal with his emotional whiplash today.
âWhatâs got you in such a good mood?â
âJust seems to be National Asshole Day, and lucky me. I get to deal with all the biggest contenders.â
Frank grunted in annoyance as a sharp exhale left his nose, and you could feel his eyes staring daggers into the side of your face.
âWhenever youâre done throwinâ your fuckinâ tantrum and can talk to me like an adult, let me know. Yeah?â
You swiftly whipped your head in Frankâs direction, eyes wild with rancor and bewilderment at the audacity for him to say that to you when he was the one that consistently vanished instead of communicating. Frankâs lips were pursed in almost a pout, and there was a clear challenge shining in his eyes as he stared you down. Both of you refused to look away, or blink, like you were having a fucking staring contest. But Frank clearly hadnât learned by now that you were just as stubborn as he was.
âIâll start when you start.â
A muscle feathered in Frankâs strong jaw, and he nodded his head slowly as he leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider as he calmly crossed his arms over his chest.Â
âSo itâs like that, then?â
âYeah, Frank. Itâs like that.â
Frank stared you down silently as you narrowed your eyes in dissent, a look of irritation and complete exasperation etched onto his features. Shaking his head with a scoff, he slapped his hands on his thighs before suddenly standing, his boots thudding heavily against the floor as he marched over towards your door.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo find somethinâ to fix that fuckinâ attitude of yours.â
A scornful laugh slipped past your lips as Frank spoke to you over his shoulder, shutting your door far less than gently as he disappeared down the hallway. You slipped your fingers into your hair and ran them through to the ends in frustration, angrily unlocking your computer as you swore under your breath.
âAsshole.â
Twenty minutes later, Frank reappeared in your office, slamming a very large iced coffee along with a small brown paper bag down on your desk. A crease formed between your brows when you noticed the name of your favorite cafe on the cup, and you tilted your head back to look up at Frank in complete perplexity.
âWhatâs this?â
âKnowinâ you, you ainât ate nothinâ today, and youâre particular âbout your coffee. Figured between beinâ hangry and drinkinâ that shit they pass off as coffee in your breakroom, this would take care of at least two reasons youâre such a ray of fuckinâ sunshine today.â
Youâd been so wrapped up in watching the news coverage of the attack this morning, you had almost forgotten about your little spat with Frank earlier. You followed his large frame with your eyes as he plopped back down into the chair he had claimed as his, grunting as he stared out your window with a broody look on his face while sipping his own coffee.Â
Frank didnât normally sit in your office. He usually sat outside to get a better vantage point of all the exits, and to keep an eye on who was coming through the building. There were usually two other guards with Frank that stayed outside in a car, and you knew they were there because you had seen them on your way in. Even though you were still a little upset with him about his behavior at the gala, it was comforting having him to keep you company. Even if you two were in the middle of an argument.
Reaching for the cup, you closed your eyes and let out a quiet hum of approval as the familiar taste of blonde espresso and sweet cream cold foam hit your taste buds. Frank had a point. The coffee in your break room was terrible, but youâd been in a rush this morning and hadnât had time to make any of your own or stop by your favorite place. You had been forcing yourself to drink the break room coffee because you desperately needed the caffeine.Â
You had guzzled nearly a fourth of the cup when you finally opened your eyes, noticing that Frank was staring at you with a mixture of incredulity and entertainment on his face. He shook his head slowly as a deep chuckle sounded in his chest, lifting his own cup to take a sip as a delighted grin threatened to take over the corner of his mouth. A layer of blush instantly coated your cheeks at his reaction.
âWhat are you laughing at?â
âYou.â
âWhat? Why?â
âBecause youâre so fuckinâ easy to please.â
For some reason that made you blush even harder, and your mouth snapped shut as you looked away to find your computer screen suddenly very interesting.
âEat that damn muffin so we can call a truce.â
As nice as it was having Frankâs company, it was also pretty unnerving. You had to be hyper aware of everything you did knowing that he was watching you, which made you nervous considering you had a lot of weird fucking habits you mostly did subconsciously. Once you had sucked down half your coffee and eaten a good portion of the muffin, you looked over to find Frank already staring at you, arching one of his dark brows in question.
âYou good now?â
Capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, you glanced down at your computer screen and nodded, too embarrassed to even look at him. Now that all your anger from earlier had vaporized, you felt bad about the way you had spoken to him. You had no idea what it was like to lose someone close to you like that. You had no knowledge of how something like that could change a person.Â
Ever since Frank had told you about his wifeâs death, you couldnât stop thinking about it. You wondered how long it had been since heâd lost her, and how. You wondered if he got to say goodbye. You kept thinking about how you werenât sure if you would have the strength to go on after losing the person you loved most. To try and find another purpose in life, a reason to get out of bed in the morning, any semblance of meaning again.
Frank stood up and came over to sit in the chair directly in front of your desk, setting his coffee cup down on the edge of it. You lifted your gaze to meet his, noting the softer look in his eyes and watching as he nodded in your direction with his chin.
âYou wanna tell me whatâs goinâ on, now?â
A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you tucked your hair behind your ears, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your desk and hold onto the back of your neck with your hands.
âThere was another attack this morning.â
âI heard.â
âFifteen people were injured. Four of themâŠthey arenât sure if theyâre gonna make it through the night. Three were killed. Ellison doesnât want me anywhere near it. He told me to stay away, said it was too dangerous.â
âHeâs right.â
Frank let out a sigh when you looked at him, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he glanced around your office.
âThe more you antagonize âem, the harder theyâre gonna come for you.â
âSo I donât get to do my job because they donât like what I have to say.â
âIf it keeps you safe, yeah.â
Letting out a heavy exhale, you sank back into your chair as you crossed your arms over your chest. Frank moved his chair closer to your desk so he could place his arms on it, leaning in closer as he looked at you with sympathy.
âI know it ainât fair-â
âNo, it isnât. Itâs frustrating. This whole thing is soâŠfucked. Theyâre hurting andâŠmurdering innocent people, and for what? To terrorize people into agreeing with them? I justâŠI donât understand how they havenât been caught yet. How much longer do they get away with this?â
âTheyâre not gettinâ away with it.â
âI donât know, Frank. It seems like they are. No one knows who these people are. Thereâs no leads, no solid evidence, nothing. And now, Iâm not allowed to do my job. I donât want them to take my silence as compliance, or fear. I donât want them to think they got to me, and they won. And I realize that is a stupid thing to think right now, but this whole thing justâŠpisses me off. I just want this shit to be over. I mean, who the fuck just goes around blowing shit up like that?â
âThereâs nothinâ in this world I hate as much as a goddamn bomb. Goddamn cowards. They think theyâre gonna scare people into doinâ what they want. Theyâre wrong. It just pisses people off, yaâknow, brings âem together, makes âem stronger. New York doesnât forget. Whoever this is, theyâre in for a world of shit.â
Rubbing your palms tiredly down your face, you let out another frustrated sigh.Â
âHey, I know this shit sucks right now. But it ainât gonna last forever. These fuckers are gonna get whatâs cominâ to âem. Then you can go back to callinâ people pussies on the radio.â
A tiny smirk curled at the edge of your mouth as you looked across your desk at Frank.
âI wasnât allowed to use that word.â
âI know. But I also know itâs the one you wanted to use.â
A knowing smirk ghosted over Frankâs lips, and it only made your smile stretch further. You tilted your head to the side as you looked over at him curiously.
âYou listened to it?â
âCourse. Read your articles too.â
âI didnât know you were a fan, Frank.â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. I was debriefed on you and why I was havinâ to follow your trouble makinâ ass around. It was part of my homework.â
âWhatever you say, Castle. Just let me know if you want me to sign something, or you know, a picture.â
Frank rolled his eyes as a chuckle slipped past his lips, leaning back into the chair as he folded his arms behind his head.
âThink I liked you better when you were mad at me.â
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Frank tugged at the tie around his neck with a grunt, staring up at the looming courthouse in complete disdain.
âDonât see why I gotta get all dressed up for this shit.â
âFrank, youâre wearing jeans. Iâd hardly say youâre dressed up.â
âYou said I gotta wear a tie.â
âBecause thereâs a dress code.â
âI donât work here. The hell that gotta do with me?â
âBecause Iâm the press, and youâre with me.â
Frank let out another irritated grunt as he followed close behind you up the numerous sets of steps.
âI tell you lately I really donât like your fuckinâ job?â
A loud laugh slipped past your lips at the annoyed look on Frankâs face, placing your hand on his shoulder when he opened the door for you.
âSorry Castle, but since you and Ellison both seem to agree that I canât do my normal job, Iâm being forced to take the ones Iâm given, which apparently includes interviewing politicians.â
Frank stared down at you in contempt as he rolled his eyes, motioning for you to go inside.
âFuckinâ hate politics.â
Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, you flashed him a grin.
âYou and me both. Iâll try to make this as quick as humanly possible.â
As the elevator brought you and Frank up to the fourth floor, you took a moment to gloss over the interview questions Ellison had sent you. It was a last minute favor to him since the journalist originally doing this piece had called out sick, and you hadnât had a chance to prep like you normally do.
âWho is it?â
âIâm not sure, one of the candidates running for District Attorney. I donât normally cover this stuff.â
The elevator doors parted with a ding, and Frank followed close behind you as you made your way over towards the receptionistâs desk. There was an older redheaded woman at the desk in the center of the lobby that greeted you with a smile.
âHi there. How can I help you?â
âHi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. Iâm here for a meeting with a-â
Glancing down at the paper in your hand, your eyes searched for the name of who you were interviewing, when suddenly a familiar voice rang in your ears.
âWell well well, if it isnât the prettiest girl in all of New York.â
As you turned your head in the direction of the voice, you instantly stilled, and your eyes nearly doubled in size.
âSteven?â
âHey beautiful.â
âWhatâŠwhat are you doing here?â
âWaiting for you.â
âWhat?â
Flashing you a grin he thought came off as charming, Steven motioned towards the paper in your hand with his finger as he walked over towards you.
âYouâre interviewing me.â
Blinking a few times in dumbfoundment, your lips parted in almost shock as you stared down at the paper in your hands.
District Attorney Candidate: Steven Price.
No fucking way. There was no fucking way this was happening right now.
Twisting your face up in confusion, you cocked your head to the side as you stared at him in complete disbelief.
âWait, youâre running for District Attorney?â
âYou sound surprised.â
âConsidering you would have a wrap sheet the length of my arm if your father wasnât who he was, yeah. I am.â
Slipping his hands into his pockets, Stevenâs lips parted into a wide grin as he let his eyes shamelessly wander over your body.
âAww, you remember. Thatâs cute. Câmon, we can keep reminiscing in my office.âÂ
Stevenâs smile fell immediately when his gaze finally landed on Frank, as if he suddenly noticed his presence. How the hell he managed to miss the walking brick wall behind you that was Frank Castle, you werenât sure, but Steven was nothing if not self-involved.
âYou can wait out here.â
âThe hell I can.â
Frankâs voice was rougher than usual when it came out, and you didnât miss the way it made the Adam's apple in Stevenâs throat bob. You fought the smirk that threatened to curl at the edge of your mouth as you took a step closer towards Frank and gently rested your hand on his arm.
âThis is Frank. Heâs with me.â
Stevenâs blue eyes darted back and forth between yours and Frankâs, standing up a little straighter as he squared his shoulders in an attempt to make himself look bigger.
âDoes he have to be?â
âI go where she goes.â
As he looked at you for confirmation, you lightly shrugged your shoulders in Stevenâs direction with a playful smile.Â
âI wouldnât bother arguing with him.â
Flashing Frank a look of complete dissatisfaction, Steven quickly tried to recompose himself as he plastered a tight lipped smile on his mouth.
âAlright then. This way.â
Interviewing your ex-boyfriend from college was certainly not on your agenda for today, and you were already rehearsing all of the creative ways you were going to cuss out Ellison when you got back to your office. Frank stood stoically by the door, hand over his wrist, with his intimidating gaze focused solely on Steven.
âSo, how you been? You look great by the way. Better than great, actually. Somehow youâve gotten even prettier.â
Backhanded compliments. Classic Steven Price.
Clearing your throat, you pulled out your notebook and a pen from your bag, keeping your eyes on the interview guide that Ellison had given you. Unlocking your phone, you searched for your voice notes app.
âYou mind if I record this?â
âYou can do whatever the hell you want with me princess, you know that.â
Glancing up briefly to meet his eyes, you were met with a cocky smirk that you were all too familiar with. You always hated when he called you that, and you were certain you told him that every time he had. Completely ignoring his question, you pressed record and set your phone on his desk.
âMr. Price-â
âBabe, câmon. That sounds so formal. You know me. You can call me Steven.â
You wanted to gag at the way he made it sound like a privilege to use his first name.
âAlright, Steven. What made you want to run for District Attorney?â
âSeemed like a great gig.â
âThatâŠthatâs it?â
Steven pursed his lips as he gave a light shrug, crossing his fingers together as he laid his hands on his chest and aimlessly swiveled his chair from left to right.
âUmâŠokay. What do you feel is most important-â
âYou been to that place in uptown? New one that just opened?â
âWhat?â
âItâs a high end sushi place. You know, your favorite. Anyway, I own it-â
Narrowing your eyes slightly, you pursed your lips and gave a light shake of your head.
âThat was your favorite, actually.â
A huge grin broke out across Stevenâs face as he sank his top teeth into his bottom lip.
âYou remember.â
âI was very good at remembering things, Steven. Can we focus?â
âWe should go.â
âGo where?â
âTo my restaurant.â
âI hate sushi.â
âNo you donât, we used to go all the time.â
âBecause you wanted to go all the time. Can we please get back to the interview?â
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you willed your eyes to focus on the next question while tucking your hair behind your ears.
âWhat has been the greatest reward of running your campaign?â
âGetting to see you again.â
Slamming your notebook shut, you pressed the button on your phone to stop recording and stared over at him sharply.
âAre you going to answer any of these questions seriously? This article is about you and youâre giving me nothing to work with.â
Steven rolled his eyes as he sat up straighter, leaning his elbows on his desk as he looked over at you with another ingenuine smirk.
âWhy donât we discuss them over dinner?â
âWhy donât you answer them now so I can do my job? I have a deadline.â
âTell you what, Iâll have my assistant email those answers over by the end of the day, and Iâll send a car for you Friday. Where do you live now?â
You couldnât help but gawk at the audacity flowing from his privileged mouth.Â
âAre you fucking with me right now?â
âOf course not. Iâll come pick you up Friday, alone, and we can catch up.â
Steven glared over in Frankâs direction as he emphasized the word âaloneâ, and before you could respond, Frankâs hardened voice boomed throughout the office.
âYeah, that ainât happeninâ.â
Frank had been so quiet, you almost forgot that he was there. You were suddenly nervous to turn around and see what his face looked like. Steven glowered over at him, clearly feeling emboldened behind the âsafetyâ of his fancy desk.
âIâm sorry, I wasnât talking to youâŠJohn, was it? You know this really isnât necessary, you being here. Iâd actually prefer it if you waited outside.â
âAnd Iâd prefer if you answered her fuckinâ questions so we could be on our way.â
Steven chuckled humorlessly as he ran a hand through his neatly cropped blonde hair, looking over at you while gesturing towards Frank.
âWho is this guy? A little old for an intern, isnât he?â
âHeâs my bodyguard, and his name is Frank.â
Steven stared at you silently for a moment before his eyes trailed over to Frank, the confidence in them dissipating slowly. It seemed like he was really looking at Frank for the first time, like he was finally paying attention to him since the first encounter in the lobby, and you noticed the way he visibly tensed when his eyes wandered over his large form.
âWhat do you need a bodyguard for?â
âPissed some people off I shouldnât have.â
âYeah, wellâŠyou were always good at that.â
âThe fuck is that sâposed to mean?â
Steven rolled his eyes as an irritated expression took over his features, pointing his finger towards the door.
âCould you just wait outside, man? Sheâs safe with me, alright.â
âThat ainât for you to decide.â
âOh? And who needs to sign my permission slip?â
You heard the thunder of Frankâs boots crossing the short distance on the floor, and you instantly reached out to grab onto his wrist once he reached you to halt his angry movements. Steven scrambled all the way back in his chair, pushing away from his desk as he stared up at Frank with wide eyes.
âFrank-â
âMe. And as far as I can tell, your candyass would be fuckinâ worthless if it came down to it. Pretty sure if I came behind that fuckinâ desk right now, the only goddamn thing you would know how to do is call daddy for help, yeah?â
Rising up from your chair, you gripped onto Frankâs wrist a little tighter and moved to stand in front of him to put some distance between him and Steven. You placed your palm flat against his broad chest to capture his attention, momentarily stunned by the anger that was burning in his eyes once they snapped down to you. As your lips parted slightly, you pleaded with your eyes for him to calm down as you whispered quietly.
âEasy, big guy. Heâs not worth the trouble. Heâs just being a dick, alright?â
Frank clenched his jaw as he looked over your head at Steven, his nostrils flaring slightly as he gave him an unimpressed once over.
âAssholeâs gonna be eatinâ out of a fuckinâ straw the next couple months if he donât cut the shit.â
Sinking your teeth down into your bottom lip to stifle the giggles that threatened to slip, you gave a slight nod of your head.
âIf he acts up again, you have my full permission. But for now, please donât mangle him. We are in a courthouse.â
Frank glanced down at you, his dark eyes slightly softer as he grunted lowly, giving Steven one more angry glare before he let out a heavy exhale and took four steps back to stand directly behind your chair. It took every ounce of self control not to smirk as you turned around to face Steven, gesturing to him with the paper in your hand containing the interview questions.
âLook, I think we should just call it a day. Iâm not even supposed to be writing this article. Iâll tell my boss you couldnât make it, and the guy that was supposed to be writing this can deal with you.â
Steven suddenly shot up as you reached for your bag and held his hand out.
âWait, no. DonâtâŠcâmon, donât go. I donât want someone else writing it. I want you to. You actually know me, you can make me look good-â
âThatâs not what Iâm here to do, Steven. I came here to ask questions and get answers, and write an article based on those answers. How the article reflects you is solely up to you.â
Steven let out a displeased sigh as he settled his hands on his hips, lightly nodding his head in your direction.
âAlright. Alright, no more bullshit.â
Steven refused to look at Frank as he sat back down, his cerulean eyes nervously watching you as he flashed you a timid smile. Letting out a heavy sigh, you slowly sat back down and started recording again, clicking the top of your pen as you looked at him.
âWhy do you really want to be District Attorney?â
âItâs the next step in my career.â
âAnd what makes you think youâll be good at it?â
âI come from a long line of successful politicians that made it their lifeâs work to give back to the city and make it a better place.â
âThatâs not what I asked. What makes you think you will be good at it?â
âWell clearly you havenât done your homework, or youâd know Iâm a pretty damn good attorney. Never lost a case.â
Stevenâs wink simultaneously made you nauseous and also lit a fire within you. Cocking your head to the side lightly, you narrowed your eyes and smacked your lips together.
âI got handed this piece this morning, so no, I didnât have time to prep. You still havenât answered my question.â
âI donât understand?â
âOf course you donât. Okay umâŠwhatâs the most important issue to you? Whatâs the priority for your campaign?â
âVigilantes.â
Your eyes immediately flew up from the paper at that word, and you found yourself sitting up a little straighter as you stared over at him.
âWhat about them?â
âWell, theyâre a problem. I meanâŠisnât that why you need him?â
Steven chuckled lightly as he looked up at Frank, abruptly switching his attention back to you as he clamped his mouth shut.
âNo. I need Frank because a bunch of cowards think theyâre making a difference by blowing up New York, and I told them how I really felt about them.â
Steven rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, chuckling with a shake of his head.
âThatâs because you always have to be difficult. Always have to have the last word. You canât ever let anything go, Y/N. Itâs always a fight with you. You know, people would respect you more and like you more if you werenât always so combative. You know if you wereâŠsofterâŠnot so loud-â
âYou keep runninâ your goddamn mouth like that, Iâm really gonna enjoy puttinâ my foot up your ass. Watch how you fuckinâ talk to her.â
Dismissing Frank with a wave of your hand behind you, an incredulous scoff left your mouth as you stared at Steven with narrowed eyes.Â
âSo you think itâs okay for a group of terrorists to threaten me because I hurt their feelings?â
âWhat? No, of course not. I justâŠI mean you kinda brought it on yourself. Look, these guys, theseâŠâDefenders of Freedomâ, theyâre a problem, and one I personally plan to take care of as DA. Especially if youâre involved. But vigilantes are a bigger problem.â
A look of complete incredulity covered your features as you scoffed, digging your nails so hard into your palm, you thought you might bleed.
âHow are vigilantes a bigger problem than terrorists-â
âBecause they think theyâre above the law.â
âAnd these people donât? At least vigilantes are actually trying to help people. The Devil of Hellâs Kitchen put Wilson Fisk away, and brought down a lot of corrupt cops and politicians, some of which worked for your father, I might add. Jessica Jones brought down not one, but two powered killers. Luke Cage saved Harlem-â
âWhat about the Punisher?â
Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Frank stiffen, but you were so enraged you couldnât hardly think straight. You dug further crescent shaped indentations into your palm, sitting up even straighter as you tilted your chin up in a sign of defiance.
âWhat about him?â
âThat psycho killed over 60 people, that we know of. He turned New York into a fucking war zone, Y/N.â
âHe wiped out three of the most dangerous gangs in the city. As far as some officers were concerned, he did them a favor.â
âHe shot up a hospital-â
âNo one got hurt-â
âYou arenât seriously defending that lunatic. A killer is a killer, Y/N. He thought he was doing the city a favor, just like these guys are. Anyone can decide that theyâre the good guy that knows whatâs best. Thatâs the problem with vigilantes. There is a reason we have a justice system-â
âYou of all people know how easily that justice gets manipulated.â
Steven set his lips in a firm line as he stared at you, eyeing you silently before shaking his head adamantly.
âThere is a system, I never said it was perfect, but we have laws in place, and people to uphold them. Daredevil goes around beating the shit out of people and committing felonies every night and calls it justice. Jessica Jones has committed murder more than once, and it was excused as justice. Luke Cage is an ex-convict that notoriously assaults police officers, and calls it justice. You see the pattern here?â
Clenching your fists tightly, you tried to contain how they trembled with rage.
âI think weâre done here. Thank you for your time, Mr. Price.â
Turning off the recording, you vexingly shoved everything into your bag, abruptly standing up to pull it over your shoulder. Steven shot up from his chair to rush over towards you.
âY/N-â
Frank swiftly placed his body between yours and Stevenâs, completely blocking your view of him.
âYou take one step closer, Iâm gonna make good on my promise.â
An exhausted sigh slipped past your lips as you lightly grasped at the back of Frankâs shirt.
âCome on, letâs go.â
Another sigh fell from your mouth when he didnât budge, and you tugged at his shirt harder.
âLetâs go, Frank.â
The second the elevator doors shut, Frank turned to face you, arching one of his dark brows in question as he gave you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the wall with a quiet groan.
âDonât start.â
âHow the hell do you know that asshole?â
âI said donât start.â
âThatâs too damn bad. I need to know.â
âWhy?â
âBecause itâs my goddamn job, thatâs why.â
Rubbing at your temples as you closed your eyes, you practically sprinted out of the elevator once the doors opened.
âYour job is to protect me, Frank. Not to be in my business.â
âSorry to break it to ya, sweetheart, but your business is my business now. I gotta know who youâre gonna be around so I can-â
âIâm not gonna be around him. I had to interview him to cover someoneâs article. Thatâs it. This is a one time thing-â
âHe asked you on a date.â
âSo?â
Frank grabbed your wrist to stop you from rushing down the steps, and the force nearly pulled you directly back into his chest. You tilted your head back to look up at him in puzzlement.
âYou goinâ?â
âWhat?â
âWith him, on a date.â
âAre you seriously asking me that-â
âYes Iâm fuckinâ serious. I gotta know who youâre around. We need to know who to keep tabs on. Anyone could try to-â
âHeâs my ex-boyfriend from college, Frank. Heâs not a threat. And no, Iâm not going on a date with him. Happy?â
Frankâs jaw immediately tensed, and his eyes narrowed as he stared down at you in very clear disappointment. Letting out a dry scoff, he shook his head in disbelief before looking down at you again with an emotion in his eyes that almost looked like disgust.
âThe hell did you see in him?â
You had always known that Steven was a shitty boyfriend. That was never something you questioned. But sometimes you forgot just how shitty he was towards you. As you stared up into Frankâs deep brown eyes, Stevenâs words echoed around in your head, and it made your heart sink with dejection.Â
You always have to be difficult.
You brought this on yourself.
People would respect you more if you werenât always so combative.Â
People would like you more if you were softer, not so loud.
Steven never supported you. He never took the time to read something you wrote, even when you begged. He spoke over you when you were talking, constantly dismissed your feelings, and made it his personal mission to make you feel small. He never wanted you to shine brighter than him. He never wanted you to disagree with him. He tried to fit you into a locket of his liking and wear you around his neck like a prize. He never loved you. He loved the idea of you he had crafted in his head. And when you shattered that illusion, he despised you and tore you down with his words.
Frank would never treat you that way.Â
Frank never once made a negative comment about why he ended up being your protection. Hell, even Billy hadnât. Ellison had encouraged you to write the article. He gave the approval.Â
Frank read your work. Frank listened to your interview. Frank came to your defense every single time.Â
He treated you better than anyone ever had. Even when you were in the wrong, and you antagonized him, he was still so gentle with you in his own way. He remembered little things about you. He apologized when he raised his voice or lost his temper. He offered comfort when you needed it. He listened to you.
And now as he stood in front of you, you couldnât answer him.
âIâŠI donât know.â
Frankâs face all of a sudden softened at the somber tone of your voice and the downcast look in your eyes. For a moment, the two of you stood there on the steps, silently staring into each otherâs eyes.Â
Clearing his throat, Frank looked away and nodded with his head in an aimless direction.
âWe uhâŠshould get goinâ.â
Glancing down at your feet, you closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to compose yourself, giving a slight nod of your head as you turned around to descend the steps.
âYeah, we should.â
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Hiii hiiii I'm here requesting a rindou headcanon because I absolutely FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING skills I mean like damnnnđ I love the way you think soo could you please do a rindou headcanon on:
1. What type of women/ girls he would be interested in ( kind girls,girly girls, emo)
2.what acts or traits make him fall in love ( showing kindness to others, giving sassy replies you get what I mean right đâ€ïž)
3.what body parts are his favvvvv( of the reader obvio just wanna know if he's a boob or a ass guyđ)
4.and lastly what type of apperance would he be attracted to (cute girls, tall girls etc etc...)
And no pressure from my side take as long as you want I can wait for your reply it's really easy to get burned out even by writing for too long and take care of your self have a nice day ahead đ„čđ«¶đ»âš
-your loyal followerđâ€ïž
hihihi!!! thank you so much!! i absolutely adore rindou ,, heâs so lovely. iâm so glad to hear that you enjoy my writing :D i hope you enjoy these and i hope i answered your questions !!
what type of women would rindou be interested in?
i personality donât think rindou would have a set type. heâs the type to âlike what he likes, and doesnât what he doesnât.â i do, however, think that he does have a pattern. i think heâs drawn to the more âinnocentâ type. that doesnât go to say someone whoâs never had sex, someone whoâs never done anything wrong in their life, or someone whoâs is naive and too trusting. itâs more so someone that is the opposite of him. someone whoâs never been in a fist fight and needs him to protect them. someone who is kind and mindful of their actions. someone who he sees as âpureâ â even if that isnât actually the case at all.
i can also see him being drawn to someone who is independent, but is the clingy type when it comes to a relationship. i think he would like to feel needed. definitely not the smothering type â i think that is going too far for him, but sanzu would definitely be into that (he is the smothering type).
i also fully believe that rindou would want someone who he can come to about his problems â maybe not bonten problems since he keeps you away from that, but everything else that inconveniences him. sanzu was being a freak, mikey is always so broody and bossy, ran is a dick, this guy he was on a train with a few years ago snipped a piece of his hair off and heâs still pissed about it⊠are you seeing my image?
definitely wants a romantic type too. someone who would cook him his favorite meal just because they missed him or they remembered something small he said he liked and bought it for him. someone who spends hours handcrafting things for their anniversary.
i think rindou would also like someone who matches his eating habits. i donât think you have to be as healthy as he is, but i think he would prefer that his cabinets arenât full of junk food. i headcanon that itâs more of an effort for him to avoid it, and he dislikes it because it fucks up his physique. he definitely indulges every so often, but not frequently.
i also see him being attracted to intelligence and someone who can yap to him. i fully believe that it would be the âokokokokokokâ x âlalalalalalaâ dynamic. and the âsunshineâ x âgrumpyâ. i can also see him being into the shy type.
what acts or traits make him fall in love?
i mentioned in the last section that rindou finds kindness attractive, so definitely kindness. maybe someone who doesnât know when to give up? i think he would be very⊠standoffish when he is interested in someone â for lack of a better term. he would get very flustered (though, heâd rather die than admit it) and be very curt. so, someone who would continue to chip at his barriers would be best and i think he would really appreciate it too.
when it comes to falling in love, i think it would be very hard to make rindou fall in love with you. i headcanon that during the bonten arc, hes very detached â which is the exact opposite of my hcs for ran btw. he doesnât want connections with people because it can be a liability â people who hold grudges could use you against him. they could hurt you. god forbid that ever happens⊠heâd go off the deep end.
with that being said, i think its persistence, honesty, transparency, kindness, and initiative that makes rindou fall in love. does that make sense?
favorite body parts?
to answer your question between ass or tits, he would totally be an ass guy. you canât look at him and say tits. heâs the type to give you a hug and grab a handful or stick his hands in your back pocket. he also likes doggy and pronebone because of this too btw !! totally an ass guy.
for other parts of the body, i think lips, hands, and neck would qualify too.
he would love the way your lips quirk into a smile or tug into a pout, he way your lips feel on his, and the way your smile makes him smile. i think he would like your hands because while heâs not as touchy as some of the other bonten members, he does enjoy holding your hand â or if youâre the fidgety type, he likes it when you fidget with his fingers. i also fully believe that rindou loves when you touch him ever so softly â tracing his features, caressing his knuckles, the way you patch him up all gently while you scold him after a particularly rough mission. for neck, i headcanon that heâs fond of neck kisses and that he also likes to guide you by gripping the back of your neck. thereâs also.. more nsfw reasons that he likes these part but those are for another time!
what type of appearance would he be attracted to?
i donât think rindou would be into girls taller than him right off the bat, but if he falls in love with you , then he does really care. i think he gravitates towards people who are shorter than him â even if itâs only by a centimeter, heâll use it against you. calling you stuff like âchibiâ or âshortstackâ or âlittle girlâ (in a playful manner !! not a kink way). other than that, i donât think he would have a preference.
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OKAY SO I SAW YOURE ALSO A LATINA AND , WANT REQUESTS; IVE ALWAYS HAD THIS THOUGT, what if Satoru and Suguru were BOTH dating a foreign reader (Mexican if you wanna be specific) idk I just though itâd be kinda funny when they remember the reader has an entirely culture than them!!
((btw that âBOTHâ was about a poly relationship with satosugu, which you obv donât have to do!!))
FOREIGN LOVE - SATORU GOJO
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč notes - decided to change up my formatting a little bit, just experimenting lol. but!! unfortunately i donât write for suguru ( yet, iâm still trying to get a better sense on his personality n his character since iâm almost done w/ s2!! ) and i dont write polyamorous pieces!! so i just decided to write about gojo for now đ«¶
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč warnings - intended lowercase, mentions of japanese culture that iâm not educated on so lmk if thereâs more common stuff i could mention instead, lmk if i missed any warnings!!
â§Ë° SATORU GOJO dating a foreign reader would actually be a pretty cool dynamic to experience â anon i like your way of thinking about how gojo ( and geto ) would sometimes forget how their foreigner significant reader has an entirely culture from them because .. they probably would lol
â§Ë° if youâre not that well versed in japanese / asian culture and traditions, i feel like he would just like casually bring up certain things or events that go on in japan like obon or setsubun or maybe youâre unsure of certain common etiquette, so heâs confused when youâre like â???â
â§Ë° but!! if youâre interested in learning stuff about japanese culture then heâll be like âyouâve come to the right personâ and i can just imagine GOJO making that one tiktok emoji faceâ like the [proud] one lol. heâd love to tell you all about it though, he thinks you wanting to learn more about his culture is just another sign that you love him, and he wants to know more about you too!! heâs willing to sit with you for hours on end and ask you questions about what you do for your culture.
â§Ë° if youâre new to japan and youâre unfamiliar with certain places around town and stuff, i think one of the best things that GOJO likes to show you is the food around town. i dunno about you guys but i literally love takoyaki and yakitori and thatâs not even relevant to the headcanon i just felt like sharing that for no reason itâs so good to me. but of courseeee!! we canât forget about kikufuku, a small daifuku with mochi and we all know how SATORU recommends the edamame or cream flavor, so lord forbid you donât like it â heâll be so dramatic đ
â§Ë° howeveerrrrrâ!! since anon mentioned about shedding light on reader possibly being a latina or mexican, letâs talk about a hispanic!reader with GOJO, yeah??
â§Ë° i love the idea that he canât handle spice, and i dont even know where it came from and i feel like he probably could handle somewhat spicy foods? but i just love envisioning GOJO freaking out over like a tiny lil poblano chilĂ© or something like that. iâm sure heâd love the food but i feel like heâd be so confused watching you make foods from your culture. like, tres leches??? why are you just soaking cake in milk???
â§Ë° iâd say SATORU is a somewhat good dancer .. when it comes to certain songs đ.. heâs not the worst when thereâs some spanish music in the back but he will def try to improvise and will make both of you trip. i think heâd like dancing norteñas but i can just see him doing all these unnecessary dips in the middle of the song because heâs just seen it somewhere. he might even give you a kiss when he dips down a little lower, usually towards the end of the song. and when you call him out on it, heâs just like, âwhat? i canât give my baby a kiss?â like the bastard he is ugh i need him rn
â§Ë° donât even get me started on him speaking spanish. he swears heâs suddenly this suavĂ© latin genius once he surprises you with a few words. i think heâd be like that with any language though honestly except iâm pretty sure he knows a little bit of english since someone said he traveled abroad?? but with certain languages, heâll definitely butcher them a lot lol. in the end, you praise him for trying and that alone results in him giving himself a pat on the back.
â§Ë° i dunno about you guys in hispanic households, but growing up the way to shush someone or like a baby or something would be like âyaâ. it could also be used in like âya callatĂ©â which is like âshut up already,â? iâm not sure if thereâs a direct translation in english but i think like the closest thing to it in english is kinda like, âenoughâ, in that context?? so im just imagining you saying it to a dog barking or a baby crying and heâs just confused all âwdym ya ya, are they a horse??â
â§Ë° i think you and him would really bond when learning about each otherâs cultures, though. itâs a learning experience for the both of you and you unlock a new topic in which you guys can both learn about. you can count on your tour guide, SATORU GOJOâ!
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Not me deciding that I wanna figure out how does Macaques dojo work, cuz I couldnt seem to find any ideas of it on the internet lol
Okay so long long LONG rant:
Ik that in canon the whole place looks kinda-- moldy and shit and I get the lot of hc about how Macaque probably doesnt even live there since its in a very industrial outer neighborhood of Megaplois, and also it probably isnt really decorated or looks like someone is living in there at all, but I like to think that he has standards and they put like 272636373 nois cancelation seals on their bedroom so he can sleep camly when he actually can sleep (since in my hc Macaque suffers from insomnia (its a pretty common hc tho, but you get it)) and I think the outer circle of Megaplois is even tho industral and under constructuion on most parts, its probably more quiet than downtown
And I also like to imagine, Macaque even tho if not commited to a place will make it more homy. But looking at my reference pictures, in the dojo there were also a lot of posters and paintings (and in MKAGC Macaque did mention he might have a poster of wukong soooo~~)
For the layout I went after whatever felt right, since I had like 4 pictures to piece together a two-story house with a gallery(??) so its actually just me deciding what I want and where I wanna put it
(Here are the screenshots from lmk s1ep9 I used:)
Okay Okay if you couldnt tell, for some reason im really hyped about this stuff so im going to lead you trough my thougtprocess, when imagining this whole thing, in order from ground level to gallery
1. Ground level:
Ahh yes ground level: the problem child
(Im going to keep it somewhat brief here cuz I wrote a shit ton of explanations for it, but that somehow got deleted which I am super pissed about btw)
So I saw that a lot of hc with Macaques place are mostly that first floor is the dojo and the second floor is the living area, buuut~~ based on the screenshots of the series that doesnt make any sense. My reasoning? Simple really, its bc you can see the ceiling If you are standing in the dojo. This could lead to the conclusion that:
"Okay maybe then there is no second floor just a gallery in there somewhere and thats it".
Sure we can say that, but then you would ignore the fact that you cant see the front door of the building when Macaque slams Mk into a weaponstand.
"Okay then its on the other side of the room that we never got to see in the episode"
I mean maybe sure but to me from an animation point of view it just doesnt make sense, just why would they flipp the camera angle like that (I mean anyone can think whatever they want, everyones opinion is valid, its not like anyone would ever argue me on this one ((or read this whole brainrot trough in the first place lol)))
Haha anyways regardless of anything, let's go back to talking about the first floor, shall we?
Everything is pretty self explenatory: when you come in on the front door youll see a little shoe rack where you can but your shoes, and one stair to seperate the ante-room from the rest of the house
Then theres a long hall that leads to the enterence of the storageroom, the random room and the staircase that leads to the second floor
I couldnt decide on what to put in that big room-- I had no clue -- I was thinking maybe Macaque could let other people rent it for a few days of maybe theres a shop with an owner whos ranting the place from Macaque (I think thats an interasting concept, but I didnt explore any of them) oh well thats that tho
"""somewhat brief""""
Second floor:
This was probably the easiest, since 90% of it is the dojo
But before that when you walk up to the second floor you can see a big boubel door that opens to the dojo, and a normal door that opens to the bathroom, which is strategicly placed there by yours truely. There is big brain logic behind it,, it might be inconvinient for Macaque to walk down the stairs from his bedroom trough the dojo to the bathroom (but also he can just shadow portal there--), but when ocasionally he mentors Mk, he might have to go to the bathroom while hes at Macaques place and I dont think Macaque would apritiate someone stomping trough his personal area, and thats why the bathroom is conviniently placed next to the dojo and not that far from the bathroom I know im a genius (**read everything in the bathroom part with a lot of sarcasm**)
Anyways, we couldnt even see all four of the dojos walls so that was also a 'gamble', but I went with a simple bouble door that I mentioned before and two weapon stands (yes those are weapon stands) and other than that you can see the rest of the room on the screenshots, theres also the staircase and that has some closet underneath it, but thats about it
The gallery (my personal favorit):
Looking at my reference pictures i could see that the dojo took up a lot of space almost taking up the 1/2 of the building, which I think is reasonable and kinda cool, but that means small living area which I think is even cooler (I am a huge fan of small practical spaces, they feel so so cozy)
So Yeah the living space: mostly two rooms that I also illustrated on top of this post, (you probably saw it) with a balkony thingy before the enterence of the rooms, where you can look down and see the entirety of the dojo, good for observing.
When you go in the door (actually havent decided if I want to put a door there or curtains for style but meh who knows who cares), youll enter the small but spacious kitchen. I dont see the Six Eared Macaque as a homecook, more of a fake cooking guy (only making basic foods like eggs or toast, maybe ocasionally pancake), hints there is no built in stove or owen just a portable stove, a kettle and a toaster and a small fridge that has MKs drawing (that he drew for them at the end of season 3) magneted there :]
Other than that theres a sink and an old television, he got from the randomest place ever, maybe he fished it out of the trash idk, but he put it on top of the cabinets (rarely watches anything on it)
On the baseplan you can see that there was supposed to be a small table next to the sink with a chair, but it didn't make it to the final drawing cuz let's be honest: drawing interior in correct perspective without a reference picture is just not my strongest artskill I posess, so I got pissed and put a trashcan in there, Macaque can eat in his bed
Talking about bed, let's move on to the Six Eared Macaques room:
It is very small but pretty comfortable with a small bed but a shit ton of pillows for a good nights sleep, other than that there are a nightstand that has the Lantern on it (I know it sorta got lost/destroyed after defeating LBD but I wanted to put it there) and a drawer.
The nightstand probably doesnt have a lot innit, just some nick-nacks and tissues and maybe snacks, or a book or something, the drawer stores some of his clothes, but since I like to think that Macaque is a fashion icon that wont be able to fit most of their clothes, so maybe he stores them in a pocket dimension of shadows, and only has some esentials there when he needs to get ready quickly.
And we could talk about the posters plastered around the room, but most of them are kinda self-explanatory, but there are the poster of his shadowplaly of the hero and the warrior, some drawing, a "Hang in there babygirl!" Poster with a cat on it hanging in there, a poster of the monkey king (heh), phantom of the opera poster and a-- well--- that ones for my bestie hope she'll notice it, its a spies are forever poster (really fun musical a of spies, go watch it its on youtube), and a drawing he brought( maybe)
And thats about the bedroom
And we are still not done, how are we feeling about that?? Huh?? (You dont have to answert, this shit took me about 2 hours to write :] )
LAST PLACE: the corner of the windows opposit the kitchen and the bedroom. Its just a chill little place with pillows and blankets, where someone can bundle up and enjoy some tea or read a book or brood, whatever the monkey prefers. The special thing about it, is that you cant access the place without knowing how to levitate, fly, jump high, or use portals, not that much of a game changer since more than half of the lmk cast could get up there, but still a bit of a barrier in my opinion
AAAAAND~~~ thats it omg
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