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Summary: You have a celebrity crush on Superwoman and a real crush on your beautiful coworker Clarke.
Notes: Superman is referred to as Superwoman, and as Clarke instead of Clark. Reader is butch/masc/etc, it's not totally specified, but definitely not femme. No pronouns used for reader but they're definitely implied to be sapphic, because Superman is a lesbian in this. I kind of rushed writing this since I wanted to be done before pride month ends so please lmk if I made any mistakes!
You really like Superwoman.
She's just so iconic. She showed up one day out of nowhere, started saving people and looking beautiful doing so. Lots of people assumed she was a man until she gave her first interview with Clarke, where she specified she's a woman and uses she/her pronouns, and also that she's an alien from a different planet. So she's pissing that misogynistic asshole Lex Luthor off on multiple fronts. It's amazing to see, especially how kind and polite she's staying despite all of the hate she (undeservedly) gets.
That is also exactly what you tell your coworkers when they assemble around you and ask why you put a framed picture of Superwoman on your desk.
"How do you even know she's butch?" Lois asks, "I mean, maybe this is what painfully cishet women dress like on her home planet?"
"Um, I'm hoping? I'm manifesting, even. She's a major dyke to me. And if it ever turns out she's not, I don't want to hear it. If Clarke ever does an interview with her where she says she loves men and isn't attracted to women at all, and also she's super conventionally feminine for a Kryptonian, nobody tell me. I want to keep living in blissful butch ignorance."
"I mean, we don't know if she even has the same concept of sexuality as us?" Jimmy adds.
"So? Whatever. None of you know what you're talking about, we should see what an expert has to say about this." You turn your head to the left. "Clarke, what do you think?"
Clarke looks up from whatever she was working on at her computer at the table next to yours. "Hm? What are we talking about?" How could she have missed your conversation, she was sitting right there the entire time!
You look at her with your head in your hands, elbows planted firmly on your table. She's so cute. "I'm of the opinion that Superwoman is a butch lesbian, Lois and Jimmy say we can't know that, because we don't know enough about Kryptonians, so we don't have any context. What do you think? As the local Superwoman expert, and, more importantly, as the best office butch of all time."
You like Clarke even more than Superwoman if you're being honest, with her suit and tie and glasses. Plus you regularly talk to her so you don't only like her for her looks, but her personality as well. Unfortunately putting a framed picture of your coworker on your desk is seen as creepy and weird, so you settled for Superwoman instead.
Besides, you don't need a picture of Clarke when you have the real one sitting next to you every day. You need to send a gift basket to whoever is responsible for this seating arrangement, especially considering you're not even a reporter like she is.
Clarke blushes. "Oh, um, well. I guess we really can't know, right? But as we are on earth, I think it makes sense to look at her from an earth perspective, at least in most regards. So, um, she does seem butch to me, for what it's worth. "
"I knew you'd have something smart to say, thank you Clarke!" You turn back to Lois and Jimmy. "See? The expert agrees with me. Case closed."
Lois rolls her eyes. "I wasn't disagreeing, I was just pointing out that we literally can't know unless we ask, which is what Clarke said as well. Either way I still think it's ridiculous you put up a picture of her on your desk!"
"I need to look at her to make it through the workday, ok? I can force myself to respond to e-mails more easily when I look at her and am reminded that someone out there is fighting the good fight. In the sense of her having superpowers and being a butch in the public eye."
"Right. Your crush is getting a bit ridiculous. Whatever, you talking about e-mails reminded me of the ones I still
still have to write, ugh, I should get back to work now. Maybe I'll get another coffee first, though... Or you could go get me one, Jimmy?"
"Uh, no way. You could get me one, though?"
They both leave in the direction of the coffee station, bickering all the while.
You realize Clarke hasn't started working again yet and is still looking at you. "You really have a picture of Superwoman on your desk?"
"You haven't seen it yet?" You slide the picture over from where it must have been hiding from her view behind your computer and turn it towards her.
"Isn't she so beautiful in this? I found it on a fanpage, apparently the owner of the blog met her in real life and asked if she could take and post this picture! She's beautiful in every picture of course, but she's smiling so genuinely in this one..." You sigh.
"If it ever turns out she's only into femmes I'm going to throw up. That would feel almost as bad as her being straight, to my fragile heart. Not as if I stood a chance either way though, I mean, hello? She's like, super nice and selfless and beautiful and has superpowers, and I'm just... well. You know." You vaguely gesture at yourself and grimace.
"Beautiful? Deserving of only the best?" Clarke responds earnestly.
Your face heats up. Is she flirting with you? No. No, she's this nice to everyone, right? "You know what I meant! I'm just a random, regular person. Not that that's bad necessarily! But she could have literally anyone she wants..."
"And I think she'd be lucky to have you. If- if she wanted, I mean. Um. What I'm trying to say is that you're definitely not beneath her in any way! She's also a random, regular person, like everyone else, just one who happens to also be an alien... Does that make sense?"
"Sorry, you said beneath her and now I'm imagining myself beneath her in another context and I might pass out."
Clarke blushes furiously and you shake your head, trying to get rid of your inappropriate thoughts and instead remember the rest of the conversation.
"But no, yes, I- I get what you're saying, I think. Not sure I agree, but thank you Clarke, that's... a reassuring way to look at it. But again, it's not like I'll ever even meet her so it doesn't really matter anyways, right?"
"...I mean, I could set you up with her if you'd like?"
"That's- That's a really nice offer, but really Clarke, it's not- I don't think I would make a good first impression. I'd be so nervous I would like, probably pass out. And it's more of a celebrity crush anyways! It's just something to fantasize about, and meeting her would make it... Too real." Plus, you're interested in someone else, who is literally sitting right in front of you. "But really, thank you, that's so sweet of you."
Clarke smiles. "Oh, yeah, I get that. I had a huge crush on the drummer of the Mighty Crabjoys for a while, but I never wanted it to turn into a real relationship or even really meet her. Also, never meet your heroes is a saying for a reason, Jimmy got to interview them at some point and apparently she was really stuck up and rude?"
She's so cute.
"I guess the 'never meet your heroes' thing doesn't apply in my case though, I mean you've met Superwoman tons of times and I trust your judgment. I like you, so I would probably like her because you like her, right?"
She grins at you. "That's so sweet. Yeah, I really think you would get along with her."
A week later, your conversation almost forgotten, you do get to meet Superwoman. Not because of an arranged meeting, but because you almost get hit by a car, distracted by a weird glowing animal plant that's floating in the sky that the Justice Gang is dealing with. Superwoman pulls you out of the way, placing you in a deserted alley where it's just the two of you.
"Are you ok? I know it's not always easy in Metropolis, but please pay attention to the traffic, even when there's something floating in the sky. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." Oh fuck, she's even more beautiful up close than you thought. And her arms are still around your waist where she grabbed you to move you out of the way.
"Uh, um, I'm sorry, I should have- I didn't- Thank you! I usually pay attention, I swear, I just didn't know if maybe that floating plant thing was dangerous or something... I guess whoever was driving that car was also looking at that instead of the street, huh? Um. Anyways. Hi? Thank you. Hello."
She smiles at you so warmly it makes your heart ache a bit. "Hi. No need to apologize, I'm just glad you're okay... You work with Clarke, right? She's mentioned you before." She finally (unfortunately) takes her hands off your waist.
"She has?" You start grinning. Clarke talked to Superwoman about you? She thinks about you when you're not around? Maybe even showed Superwoman a picture of you so she could recognize you here? Wait, this could potentially be embarrassing. Did she mention your crush on Superwoman? No, Clarke wouldn't do that... "Um, only good things, I hope?"
"Yes! Of course, only good things, don't worry. Most recently she said you were wondering if I identify as butch? Which, I guess now that you're here I can tell you in person, yes. I would say I'm butch. I prefer to look at myself through a human lense, I guess unintentionally a USAmerican lense even, since that's where I spend most of my time. And I've never been on my home planet, so I unfortunately don't really have a frame of reference on gender expression there. So, I'm butch."
Clarke told her about that? Well, it makes sense for Clarke to wonder as well, since she's a butch too, so it would be interesting to her. But why hasn't Clarke told you about Superwomans response?
"Thank you for telling me, I'm honestly really glad you're a butch. There's not a lot of butch women in the public eye to look up to, so you're really an icon. And- um- sorry about your home planet? That's- that sucks, I'm sorry. But again, so glad you're here. And a butch. Sorry, I don't want to keep you from... fighting?" All in all you're being cooler about this than you thought you'd be. You discreetly wipe your sweaty palms on your pants.
"Oh, we're not fighting, turns out it really is just a plant, and it doesn't seem to be harmful for humans, so we just have to move it so it's no longer distracting people and so it won't crash down at some point, I think the others will manage that without me."
Is this her way of saying she wants to keep talking to you? What should you say?
"...Soooo..." You stop for a second, thinking. Would this be embarrassing to ask? Probably. But maybe worth it. "Clarke talked about me? Did she say anything else? About me?"
Superwoman frowns, confused. "Oh, uh, why are you asking? Are you not comfortable with us talking about you? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't ha-"
You interrupt her before she can keep going.
"No! No, that's not what's- um... Just. Do you think she likes me?"
Superwoman blinks at you and doesn't immediately respond, so you keep talking, "Sorry. Weird thing to ask. But I really like her and I don't know if she only likes me as a coworker or like a friend or maybe... romantically? Which is what I would hope for, but I'm too much of a coward to make a move so um... I'm asking you what you think. Sorry. You probably have better things to do, even if the space plant thing isn't urgent." You're really using your only chance to talk to your celebrity crush and use it to find out more about your actual crush. So many people would be disappointed in you for this waste of an opportunity. You could have asked one of your other coworkers, but somehow that seems more embarrassing than asking a stranger.
Superwoman seems to finally gather her thoughts and responds. Is she blushing? "Oh... You like Clarke? That's... really cool, actually. I think you should ask her out, I really think she likes you back. That's my opinion as an unrelated bystander. You'd be... good together."
You're not entirely convinced. "So she's not just into femmes? She likes other butches, and mascs, and studs? I just, I really want to be sure first, I don't want to embarrass myself in case she only likes femmes."
"Yes! That's what she told me. Don't worry about that. I should- I should go now, help the Justice Gang. It was wonderful talking to you. Have a nice day! You should talk to Clarke as soon as possible!" With that, she zooms off into the sky and disappears.
What a weird experience. But also helpful.
You text Clarke, asking her if she wants to grab dinner with you, that you met Superwoman and want to talk to her about it. Clarke responds positively almost immediately.
You'll ask her out then, you've decided. How wrong could Superwoman be?
tell me why i had a dream about being in a relationship with Wilson Fisk... I didn't even like him before but now I'm thinking about being his naive s/o who has no idea what his job even is 😖
getting wined and dined in fancy restaurants, being chauffeured around in a limousine, wondering what he needs a secretary to always be following him around for...
tell me why i had a dream about being in a relationship with Wilson Fisk... I didn't even like him before but now I'm thinking about being his naive s/o who has no idea what his job even is 😖
getting wined and dined in fancy restaurants, being chauffeured around in a limousine, wondering what he needs a secretary to always be following him around for...
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Your perspectives matter. Your representation matters. You are not bothersome for demanding equal treatment in fandom. It is not your responsibility to make fandom more welcoming and inclusive to you. It is not your sole responsibility to create all of the Black-centered content. You are not "ruining" anyone's fun for demanding better for yourself, and anyone who says otherwise can go fuck themselves. Any fandom worth being a part of should have no room for racism in it.
Black people in fandom, you are wanted. You are needed. You are loved and appreciated. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
And since they don't get told it near enough, thank you, Black women especially!!!
Summary: Koji likes you, so he decides to take you home. Forever.
Warnings: Typical yandere stuff, but pretty tame imo. just some drugging and kidnapping with a side of getting tied up. Takes place in my yandere John Wick AU, which I describe more here, but it's pretty self explanatory I think, so you can just jump into this fic.
Notes: I've never written for him before and he's not in the movie for a very long time so I hope I was able to get his character right despite that!! No pronouns or y/n used for reader. No mention of Akira either, I wanted to keep the time line open except for the fact that it's taking place before the events of John Wick 4. Oh and reader can't speak Japanese and has never been to Japan...
You wake up with a slight headache, but feeling very comfortable. Maybe the most comfortable you've ever been. You turn your face into your pillow.
Wait, why does it smell so different? That's not the detergent you use. And your bed has never been this comfortable.
You slowly crack open your eyes.
This is not your bed. And not your room.
How did you get here? Did you go home with someone? But you'd remember that, right? Or you'd at least remember starting to get blackout drunk, but you don't. In fact, you don't remember much of anything after leaving work. You said goodbye to your coworkers and then started making your way home, taking the same route as always, but you don't remember ever reaching your apartment. Did you never get back, or did you leave again after making it home?
You sit up, looking around a bit more. There must be something that looks familiar... Oh, there! That jacket! It looks like the one that guy you've been flirting with at work the past week was wearing, Koji. Did you go home with him? Wait, no, not home, he said he was staying at that fancy hotel near where you work, the Continental or something? That would make sense, this does kind of look like a hotel room, just not in the style you were expecting. And more lived in.
You did enjoy flirting with him this week, so it would also make sense for you to have gone with him, even if that isn't usually in character for you. It did help that you felt so incredibly flattered that he seemed interested in you (he even let you refer to him as Koji when everyone else you saw him talk to addressed him more formally), what with him being so beautiful, elegant and, apparently, rich. He did say that he was the manager of a similar hotel back in Japan. This room looks kind of like what you envisioned for that.
Whatever. Thinking is getting you absolutely nowhere near figuring out how you got here. There must be someone around here somewhere who you can ask, right? Or, if you're right about Koji being involved somehow, he should come back some time soon, right? Unless he's back in Japan already, after all he did say he'd be flying back today, and left you and his jacket behind without saying goodbye. You hope not. You don't want to have to awkwardly sneak out of this place with no memory of what happened tonight.
Where's your phone? That should give you some answers. If nothing else, you can turn on your gps and see where you are on google maps. Unfortunately, it's not on top either of the bedside tables, nor do you find it inside of the drawers. Ugh.
You climb out of bed, noticing you're still wearing your work clothes. That means you most likely didn't make it home, you'd have changed into something else otherwise.
But it also means you didn't hook up with anyone, you'd probably have gotten naked then. Probably for the best, as you'd prefer to remember something like that. And do it when you're not blackout drunk or whatever else caused you to forget everything. Maybe not alcohol, you don't feel hungover enough for that. But what else could it have been?
While you're carefully looking around the room for your phone, the door opens, and you flinch as if you're about to be caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing, which is absurd. You're allowed to be here! Probably. Maybe. At the very least it's not your fault you're in here, also probably.
The person who opened the door and entered the room is Koji. Thank fuck. While still not an ideal situation, he should at least know how you got here. And where "here" is.
"I see you're finally awake. Good. You must have questions." His calmness makes you relax a bit.
"Right. Um. Where am I? And how did I get here? I don't really... remember last night. At all." Kind of embarrassing to admit, but if you really were blackout drunk, he must already know, right? Even if you weirdly don't feel hungover...
"You're in my hotel in Osaka. I had to drug you to be able to transport you here, and for that I apologize," he says with a completely straight face. Weird, you didn't take him for someone who would joke about something like that. You're not amused. This situation is stressful enough and he has the nerve to fool around first?
"Sure... but no, really, where am I?" you ask again.
He doesn't respond immediately this time, first he walks past you and pushes open the curtains, gesturing outside: "If you won't believe me, take a look. I haven't lied to you yet, and I don't intend to start."
Beyond the window lies... well, definitely not the city you assumed you were still in. You can't confirm that it's Osaka, you've never been there before so you don't know what it looks like, but this does make what he just said sound a lot less like a joke. Your heart drops. This can't be happening. You must be misunderstanding something. Or you're still dreaming.
You turn away from the window, facing Koji again.
"You said you—" You swallow. Your voice sounds shakier than you want it to. "—you drugged me?"
He looks way too calm for this. "Yes. Again, I apologize," he says in that smooth voice of his that you used to find attractive, but now it's freaking you out.
You take a careful step backwards, away from him, which he unfortunately clocks immediately.
He puts up his hands placatingly. "I won't hurt you, I promise. You don't have to be afraid."
Unbelievable. You take another step back. "I don't have to be afraid? You drugged me and somehow managed to get me into a different country! I'm just supposed to be okay with that?" You manage to sound more angry than afraid this time, at least.
"You don't have to feel good about what happened, but you have nothing to fear. There is a set of rules I have to follow as the manager of a Continental hotel, and while those did allow me to bring you here, they also keep me from harming you. I wouldn't hurt you even if those rules weren't in place, of course, but I hope knowing this might calm you down." He takes a step forward, and your eyes flit over to the door nervously as you step back again, careful to avoid backing yourself into a corner. Maybe you could make it out? Just make a run for it?
"The hotel rules allowed you to kidnap me? What kind of fucking hotel is this?" It just doesn't make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.
"Not just the hotel, but the organization the hotel belongs to. I will explain in more detail when you've calmed down, but for now all you need to know is that nobody in this hotel will help you escape. All of my employees have been informed of your presence here, and know you're not allowed to leave the premises unless I am by your side."
You've heard enough. He could easily be bluffing, and what better time to test that theory than right fucking now? It helps that your fight, flight or fawn instinct has firmly switched to flight.
So, panicking, you turn and run for the door, not looking behind you to see if Koji is following, reach for the door handle, manage to get the door open, and—
are immediately grabbed and then pushed back inside of the room by some tall, scary looking guy who has apparently been waiting for exactly this to happen. You make a strangled noise, spotting someone on the other side of the corridor outside of the room, but when you try to signal to them that you need help, they simply nod at the guy in the doorway and keep walking. Fuck. You turn back around and see that Koji didn't even take one step, knowing that there was no way you'd be able to get out.
He speaks up, as calm as always: "As I said, my employees have all been informed of your presence. Now, please, let's sit down and finish this conversation." He gestures at the two chairs at the table near where he's standing while the guy who has crushed your dreams of a quick escape closes the door.
Great. Fantastic. Every cell in your body is still screaming for you to run, but you just learned how futile that is. Choose your battles! Learn more about your predicament now, try to escape again later when you know more and you're calmer.
Koji waits until you begrudgingly sit down across from him at the table before he starts talking again.
"Let's lay down some ground rules."
"Rules? Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnap me and now I'm supposed to listen to you?"
He just keeps talking as if you said nothing: "As this was your first time, I'll let it slide, but if you try running away again I will tie you up in this room until I decide you can be trusted again. Understood?"
You resist pulling your legs up onto the seat and hugging your legs, you already feel enough like a child being chastised as it is. You don't nod or respond, but your silence seems to be enough of an answer for him.
"You will not leave this room without me, for now. When you have earned enough trust, the bodyguard stationed in front of the door will come with you when I am busy."
Two more things happen that freak you out that day. First, when you change your clothes because you've been wearing the same once since you'd been at work, you find that your closet here is filled with clothes from your apartment, meaning someone broke into your home and stole them. Koji even tells you that if you want anything else from your belongings, he will make sure it gets sent to you.
Second, for dinner, your favorite food is served, accompanied by your favorite drink, neither of which you told him about. So how did he find out? Stalking you in real life? Or online? Neither option sounds very good to you. You doubt it's just a coincidence.
The following days, weeks, and months, you learn more.
That first week, you try to escape one more time, mostly to figure out if he was bluffing about the tying-you-up thing. You get caught trying to climb out of the window (that, surprisingly for a hotel, is able to open completely), and end up with your hands tied in front of you and an ankle chained to the bed post. The chain is short enough that you can no longer reach any of the windows, nor the door. He wasn't bluffing, then. Interesting and unfortunate. When you try to escape next time, you'll need to be smarter about it. Maybe you'll get an opportunity if you build enough trust? Just running seems to be impossible, there's too many people working at this damn hotel, someone will always be around to see you.
You get untied after 48 hours for good behavior.
A week after that, you're allowed to go for a walk around the hotel gardens with a bodyguard for the first time. Unfortunately, he's not very talkative, only giving one word responses if he even bothers responding at all. It doesn't seem like you'll be making friends here any time soon. At least you can learn more about the place where you guess you'll be staying for the foreseeable future. You pay extra close attention to all possible exits, but you think you're being kept away from any doors that might directly lead to your freedom.
Unfortunately you learn that when going outside, you're not allowed to wear your own clothes, but have to wear something that is "befitting of the hotel managers companion", which isn't the most terrible thing, but still feels patronizing. Expensive fabric draping over you where you would usually have chosen something more comfortable and definitely a lot cheaper. And to add insult to injury, the colors of your clothes match whatever Koji is wearing that day. Probably so everyone can immediately tell who you are, and more importantly, who you belong to.
One day during your shared dinner, you ask Koji: "Why am I even here? What do you gain from it? Working all day, only to come back to someone who wants nothing to do with you?"
A slight smile plays on his lips. "I still enjoy your company. Plus, I know you'll come around. I saw how you looked at me before I brought you here, so we both know the underlying attraction is there. I can be patient."
"Well, prepare to wait until you're dead."
He smiles wider, slightly amused. "You have settled into your life here faster than expected. You've only tried to escape once, and that seemed rather half-hearted. Someone could start to think you want to stay here."
That's only because you're waiting for a good opportunity. Does he know and he's just making fun of you? You can't ask him that, obviously, but you'd also rather not respond in a way that makes it seem like you do want to stay here. That would be laying it on a bit too thick.
"Keep dreaming, old man."
You eventually tell Koji that you want everything from your apartment to be sent here. Everything. When you've been missing long enough, the landlord will clear out your apartment and rent it out again. You'd rather avoid having any of your stuff thrown away. Koji actually manages to get it all to Japan, somehow. What doesn't fit into your shared room is put in storage. It puts you at ease, to have some familiar items around you. Too much at ease. You have to keep reminding yourself that you're not here willingly, even though the space looks more and more like somewhere you'd live voluntarily.
You soon learn that the hotel belongs to some kind of secret hitman society, Koji keeps his promise about telling you about the organization in more detail. Virtually everyone working here is a trained killer. Even the guests! After revealing that to you, Koji starts taking you to the dojo with him sometimes. Not that you're allowed to touch anything there, but you get to watch him train. It makes you queasy, how elegantly and effortlessly he uses all kinds of weapons. How many people has he killed? (That's a fun question you now get to ask yourself about every single person you meet here.)
Another place that opens up to you is his office,
Koji also tells you that there's a rule about no "business" being conducted on hotel grounds. You can't hold back a snarky: "Wow, and here I thought killing was frowned upon in most hotels!"
As always, he stays infuriatingly calm. "That rule is why I do not allow you to leave hotel grounds. Your connection to me might make you a target. In here, nobody can hurt you."
"And you're not capable of protecting me? Aren't you a trained assassin yourself? Are you not good enough?" You're mostly just trying to piss him off. At some point he'll have to stop being so calm about everything and you're hoping to get him there, even if it will probably not end well for you.
You didn't succeed this time. "I am capable of protecting you, but I assume you do not wish to see me, or anyone else, kill someone. Am I wrong?"
Infuriatingly, he's right. Of course he's right. You don't answer, so he speaks again: "But I wasn't done explaining yet. I will not keep you trapped in here for the rest of your life, we will just have to make a plan before going somewhere. Besides, getting attacked while you're with me is unlikely, as they'd have to be pretty unintelligent to think they stand a chance, so you don't have to be too worried."
"...wait, so I can go outside? Didn't you just say I couldn't?"
"You can't. Not without me. Besides, that won't happen for quite some time. At this moment I can't trust you to listen to me if something did happen, however unlikely, which would put you at more risk than I am willing to take."
"What? I can listen. I'm really good at listening. Haven't I been behaving?" You say in a deceptively sweet voice. Going outside would be wonderful, even with Koji. It would be a step closer to freedom.
"Oh, yes, you've been behaving. Too well, in fact. As if you're only pretending to have adjusted to your life here, to earn my trust. You'll have to try harder than that."
You should have known he's too smart for this. What an asshole.
With your plan to wait and earn trust having failed, you try to run again. This time while on a walk through the gardens with a new bodyguard. You wait until you think she's distracted, talking to someone else, then sneak out of her line of sight, run as fast as your fancy clothes allow towards the nearest exit, only to get grabbed after a pathetically short amount of time. She immediately steers you back inside, a hand grabbing the back of your neck like you're an unruly puppy, and locks you into your room.
When your bodyguard informs him of what happened, Koji is disappointed, but not surprised. You get tied up again. This time, instead of behaving like last time, you destroy as many things as you can reach and manage to get a hold of with your bound hands, or that you can push over with your body. Not as many things as you would have liked, but the room looks very chaotic when you're done. It makes you feel a bit better.
You stay tied up for an entire week this time, trying to bite and scratch and kick everyone who gets close to you until you tire yourself out. Koji seems glad you're finally getting it out of your system, which just pisses you off more.
The first night you're untied, you throw your food at his face. Or at least attempt to, he manages to evade it with his insane reflexes. For another week, your hands are bound during meals, and you get spoonfed again, like you did the week before. It's humiliating. You'd refuse to eat, but Koji said he'd "make" you if you didn't, and you're not keen to find out what exactly he means.
The longer you're here, the more you realize that not being able to speak Japanese is an issue. Sometimes you turn on the TV when you're bored, but you can't really understand anything, so you end up aimlessly zapping through channels that don't make any sense to you until you end up turning it off again, still bored. But what's worse is when people are talking right next to you and you can't understand them. Like when your bodyguard of the day turns to another employee and says something while looking at you. Is he insulting you? Or is he saying something completely neutral? Is he being nice? Is he only talking about when his shift ends and not talking about you at all?
You'd also like to know what Koji is telling his employees, especially about you. Asking for Japanese lessons seems a bit too humiliating to you though, what if Koji says no? Or what if he says yes, but insists that he should be the one to teach you? Any teacher would be bad enough and probably make you feel like a child. You'll keep trying to watch TV and hopefully memorize a few words through that, how hard can it be?
After some time, he makes you sleep in the same bed as him. Sometimes you wake up in his arms, his body pressed to yours, but other than that he hasn't touched you in any way. He seems to be waiting for your permission. You fear it won't take long until you give it. You've even stopped moving out of his hold the second you wake up, that's how touch starved you are.
Summary: Koji likes you, so he decides to take you home. Forever.
Warnings: Typical yandere stuff, but pretty tame imo. just some drugging and kidnapping with a side of getting tied up. Takes place in my yandere John Wick AU, which I describe more here, but it's pretty self explanatory I think, so you can just jump into this fic.
Notes: I've never written for him before and he's not in the movie for a very long time so I hope I was able to get his character right despite that!! No pronouns or y/n used for reader. No mention of Akira either, I wanted to keep the time line open except for the fact that it's taking place before the events of John Wick 4. Oh and reader can't speak Japanese and has never been to Japan...
You wake up with a slight headache, but feeling very comfortable. Maybe the most comfortable you've ever been. You turn your face into your pillow.
Wait, why does it smell so different? That's not the detergent you use. And your bed has never been this comfortable.
You slowly crack open your eyes.
This is not your bed. And not your room.
How did you get here? Did you go home with someone? But you'd remember that, right? Or you'd at least remember starting to get blackout drunk, but you don't. In fact, you don't remember much of anything after leaving work. You said goodbye to your coworkers and then started making your way home, taking the same route as always, but you don't remember ever reaching your apartment. Did you never get back, or did you leave again after making it home?
You sit up, looking around a bit more. There must be something that looks familiar... Oh, there! That jacket! It looks like the one that guy you've been flirting with at work the past week was wearing, Koji. Did you go home with him? Wait, no, not home, he said he was staying at that fancy hotel near where you work, the Continental or something? That would make sense, this does kind of look like a hotel room, just not in the style you were expecting. And more lived in.
You did enjoy flirting with him this week, so it would also make sense for you to have gone with him, even if that isn't usually in character for you. It did help that you felt so incredibly flattered that he seemed interested in you (he even let you refer to him as Koji when everyone else you saw him talk to addressed him more formally), what with him being so beautiful, elegant and, apparently, rich. He did say that he was the manager of a similar hotel back in Japan. This room looks kind of like what you envisioned for that.
Whatever. Thinking is getting you absolutely nowhere near figuring out how you got here. There must be someone around here somewhere who you can ask, right? Or, if you're right about Koji being involved somehow, he should come back some time soon, right? Unless he's back in Japan already, after all he did say he'd be flying back today, and left you and his jacket behind without saying goodbye. You hope not. You don't want to have to awkwardly sneak out of this place with no memory of what happened tonight.
Where's your phone? That should give you some answers. If nothing else, you can turn on your gps and see where you are on google maps. Unfortunately, it's not on top either of the bedside tables, nor do you find it inside of the drawers. Ugh.
You climb out of bed, noticing you're still wearing your work clothes. That means you most likely didn't make it home, you'd have changed into something else otherwise.
But it also means you didn't hook up with anyone, you'd probably have gotten naked then. Probably for the best, as you'd prefer to remember something like that. And do it when you're not blackout drunk or whatever else caused you to forget everything. Maybe not alcohol, you don't feel hungover enough for that. But what else could it have been?
While you're carefully looking around the room for your phone, the door opens, and you flinch as if you're about to be caught doing something you're not supposed to be doing, which is absurd. You're allowed to be here! Probably. Maybe. At the very least it's not your fault you're in here, also probably.
The person who opened the door and entered the room is Koji. Thank fuck. While still not an ideal situation, he should at least know how you got here. And where "here" is.
"I see you're finally awake. Good. You must have questions." His calmness makes you relax a bit.
"Right. Um. Where am I? And how did I get here? I don't really... remember last night. At all." Kind of embarrassing to admit, but if you really were blackout drunk, he must already know, right? Even if you weirdly don't feel hungover...
"You're in my hotel in Osaka. I had to drug you to be able to transport you here, and for that I apologize," he says with a completely straight face. Weird, you didn't take him for someone who would joke about something like that. You're not amused. This situation is stressful enough and he has the nerve to fool around first?
"Sure... but no, really, where am I?" you ask again.
He doesn't respond immediately this time, first he walks past you and pushes open the curtains, gesturing outside: "If you won't believe me, take a look. I haven't lied to you yet, and I don't intend to start."
Beyond the window lies... well, definitely not the city you assumed you were still in. You can't confirm that it's Osaka, you've never been there before so you don't know what it looks like, but this does make what he just said sound a lot less like a joke. Your heart drops. This can't be happening. You must be misunderstanding something. Or you're still dreaming.
You turn away from the window, facing Koji again.
"You said you—" You swallow. Your voice sounds shakier than you want it to. "—you drugged me?"
He looks way too calm for this. "Yes. Again, I apologize," he says in that smooth voice of his that you used to find attractive, but now it's freaking you out.
You take a careful step backwards, away from him, which he unfortunately clocks immediately.
He puts up his hands placatingly. "I won't hurt you, I promise. You don't have to be afraid."
Unbelievable. You take another step back. "I don't have to be afraid? You drugged me and somehow managed to get me into a different country! I'm just supposed to be okay with that?" You manage to sound more angry than afraid this time, at least.
"You don't have to feel good about what happened, but you have nothing to fear. There is a set of rules I have to follow as the manager of a Continental hotel, and while those did allow me to bring you here, they also keep me from harming you. I wouldn't hurt you even if those rules weren't in place, of course, but I hope knowing this might calm you down." He takes a step forward, and your eyes flit over to the door nervously as you step back again, careful to avoid backing yourself into a corner. Maybe you could make it out? Just make a run for it?
"The hotel rules allowed you to kidnap me? What kind of fucking hotel is this?" It just doesn't make sense. None of this makes any fucking sense.
"Not just the hotel, but the organization the hotel belongs to. I will explain in more detail when you've calmed down, but for now all you need to know is that nobody in this hotel will help you escape. All of my employees have been informed of your presence here, and know you're not allowed to leave the premises unless I am by your side."
You've heard enough. He could easily be bluffing, and what better time to test that theory than right fucking now? It helps that your fight, flight or fawn instinct has firmly switched to flight.
So, panicking, you turn and run for the door, not looking behind you to see if Koji is following, reach for the door handle, manage to get the door open, and—
are immediately grabbed and then pushed back inside of the room by some tall, scary looking guy who has apparently been waiting for exactly this to happen. You make a strangled noise, spotting someone on the other side of the corridor outside of the room, but when you try to signal to them that you need help, they simply nod at the guy in the doorway and keep walking. Fuck. You turn back around and see that Koji didn't even take one step, knowing that there was no way you'd be able to get out.
He speaks up, as calm as always: "As I said, my employees have all been informed of your presence. Now, please, let's sit down and finish this conversation." He gestures at the two chairs at the table near where he's standing while the guy who has crushed your dreams of a quick escape closes the door.
Great. Fantastic. Every cell in your body is still screaming for you to run, but you just learned how futile that is. Choose your battles! Learn more about your predicament now, try to escape again later when you know more and you're calmer.
Koji waits until you begrudgingly sit down across from him at the table before he starts talking again.
"Let's lay down some ground rules."
"Rules? Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnap me and now I'm supposed to listen to you?"
He just keeps talking as if you said nothing: "As this was your first time, I'll let it slide, but if you try running away again I will tie you up in this room until I decide you can be trusted again. Understood?"
You resist pulling your legs up onto the seat and hugging your legs, you already feel enough like a child being chastised as it is. You don't nod or respond, but your silence seems to be enough of an answer for him.
"You will not leave this room without me, for now. When you have earned enough trust, the bodyguard stationed in front of the door will come with you when I am busy."
Two more things happen that freak you out that day. First, when you change your clothes because you've been wearing the same once since you'd been at work, you find that your closet here is filled with clothes from your apartment, meaning someone broke into your home and stole them. Koji even tells you that if you want anything else from your belongings, he will make sure it gets sent to you.
Second, for dinner, your favorite food is served, accompanied by your favorite drink, neither of which you told him about. So how did he find out? Stalking you in real life? Or online? Neither option sounds very good to you. You doubt it's just a coincidence.
The following days, weeks, and months, you learn more.
That first week, you try to escape one more time, mostly to figure out if he was bluffing about the tying-you-up thing. You get caught trying to climb out of the window (that, surprisingly for a hotel, is able to open completely), and end up with your hands tied in front of you and an ankle chained to the bed post. The chain is short enough that you can no longer reach any of the windows, nor the door. He wasn't bluffing, then. Interesting and unfortunate. When you try to escape next time, you'll need to be smarter about it. Maybe you'll get an opportunity if you build enough trust? Just running seems to be impossible, there's too many people working at this damn hotel, someone will always be around to see you.
You get untied after 48 hours for good behavior.
A week after that, you're allowed to go for a walk around the hotel gardens with a bodyguard for the first time. Unfortunately, he's not very talkative, only giving one word responses if he even bothers responding at all. It doesn't seem like you'll be making friends here any time soon. At least you can learn more about the place where you guess you'll be staying for the foreseeable future. You pay extra close attention to all possible exits, but you think you're being kept away from any doors that might directly lead to your freedom.
Unfortunately you learn that when going outside, you're not allowed to wear your own clothes, but have to wear something that is "befitting of the hotel managers companion", which isn't the most terrible thing, but still feels patronizing. Expensive fabric draping over you where you would usually have chosen something more comfortable and definitely a lot cheaper. And to add insult to injury, the colors of your clothes match whatever Koji is wearing that day. Probably so everyone can immediately tell who you are, and more importantly, who you belong to.
One day during your shared dinner, you ask Koji: "Why am I even here? What do you gain from it? Working all day, only to come back to someone who wants nothing to do with you?"
A slight smile plays on his lips. "I still enjoy your company. Plus, I know you'll come around. I saw how you looked at me before I brought you here, so we both know the underlying attraction is there. I can be patient."
"Well, prepare to wait until you're dead."
He smiles wider, slightly amused. "You have settled into your life here faster than expected. You've only tried to escape once, and that seemed rather half-hearted. Someone could start to think you want to stay here."
That's only because you're waiting for a good opportunity. Does he know and he's just making fun of you? You can't ask him that, obviously, but you'd also rather not respond in a way that makes it seem like you do want to stay here. That would be laying it on a bit too thick.
"Keep dreaming, old man."
You eventually tell Koji that you want everything from your apartment to be sent here. Everything. When you've been missing long enough, the landlord will clear out your apartment and rent it out again. You'd rather avoid having any of your stuff thrown away. Koji actually manages to get it all to Japan, somehow. What doesn't fit into your shared room is put in storage. It puts you at ease, to have some familiar items around you. Too much at ease. You have to keep reminding yourself that you're not here willingly, even though the space looks more and more like somewhere you'd live voluntarily.
You soon learn that the hotel belongs to some kind of secret hitman society, Koji keeps his promise about telling you about the organization in more detail. Virtually everyone working here is a trained killer. Even the guests! After revealing that to you, Koji starts taking you to the dojo with him sometimes. Not that you're allowed to touch anything there, but you get to watch him train. It makes you queasy, how elegantly and effortlessly he uses all kinds of weapons. How many people has he killed? (That's a fun question you now get to ask yourself about every single person you meet here.)
Another place that opens up to you is his office,
Koji also tells you that there's a rule about no "business" being conducted on hotel grounds. You can't hold back a snarky: "Wow, and here I thought killing was frowned upon in most hotels!"
As always, he stays infuriatingly calm. "That rule is why I do not allow you to leave hotel grounds. Your connection to me might make you a target. In here, nobody can hurt you."
"And you're not capable of protecting me? Aren't you a trained assassin yourself? Are you not good enough?" You're mostly just trying to piss him off. At some point he'll have to stop being so calm about everything and you're hoping to get him there, even if it will probably not end well for you.
You didn't succeed this time. "I am capable of protecting you, but I assume you do not wish to see me, or anyone else, kill someone. Am I wrong?"
Infuriatingly, he's right. Of course he's right. You don't answer, so he speaks again: "But I wasn't done explaining yet. I will not keep you trapped in here for the rest of your life, we will just have to make a plan before going somewhere. Besides, getting attacked while you're with me is unlikely, as they'd have to be pretty unintelligent to think they stand a chance, so you don't have to be too worried."
"...wait, so I can go outside? Didn't you just say I couldn't?"
"You can't. Not without me. Besides, that won't happen for quite some time. At this moment I can't trust you to listen to me if something did happen, however unlikely, which would put you at more risk than I am willing to take."
"What? I can listen. I'm really good at listening. Haven't I been behaving?" You say in a deceptively sweet voice. Going outside would be wonderful, even with Koji. It would be a step closer to freedom.
"Oh, yes, you've been behaving. Too well, in fact. As if you're only pretending to have adjusted to your life here, to earn my trust. You'll have to try harder than that."
You should have known he's too smart for this. What an asshole.
With your plan to wait and earn trust having failed, you try to run again. This time while on a walk through the gardens with a new bodyguard. You wait until you think she's distracted, talking to someone else, then sneak out of her line of sight, run as fast as your fancy clothes allow towards the nearest exit, only to get grabbed after a pathetically short amount of time. She immediately steers you back inside, a hand grabbing the back of your neck like you're an unruly puppy, and locks you into your room.
When your bodyguard informs him of what happened, Koji is disappointed, but not surprised. You get tied up again. This time, instead of behaving like last time, you destroy as many things as you can reach and manage to get a hold of with your bound hands, or that you can push over with your body. Not as many things as you would have liked, but the room looks very chaotic when you're done. It makes you feel a bit better.
You stay tied up for an entire week this time, trying to bite and scratch and kick everyone who gets close to you until you tire yourself out. Koji seems glad you're finally getting it out of your system, which just pisses you off more.
The first night you're untied, you throw your food at his face. Or at least attempt to, he manages to evade it with his insane reflexes. For another week, your hands are bound during meals, and you get spoonfed again, like you did the week before. It's humiliating. You'd refuse to eat, but Koji said he'd "make" you if you didn't, and you're not keen to find out what exactly he means.
The longer you're here, the more you realize that not being able to speak Japanese is an issue. Sometimes you turn on the TV when you're bored, but you can't really understand anything, so you end up aimlessly zapping through channels that don't make any sense to you until you end up turning it off again, still bored. But what's worse is when people are talking right next to you and you can't understand them. Like when your bodyguard of the day turns to another employee and says something while looking at you. Is he insulting you? Or is he saying something completely neutral? Is he being nice? Is he only talking about when his shift ends and not talking about you at all?
You'd also like to know what Koji is telling his employees, especially about you. Asking for Japanese lessons seems a bit too humiliating to you though, what if Koji says no? Or what if he says yes, but insists that he should be the one to teach you? Any teacher would be bad enough and probably make you feel like a child. You'll keep trying to watch TV and hopefully memorize a few words through that, how hard can it be?
After some time, he makes you sleep in the same bed as him. Sometimes you wake up in his arms, his body pressed to yours, but other than that he hasn't touched you in any way. He seems to be waiting for your permission. You fear it won't take long until you give it. You've even stopped moving out of his hold the second you wake up, that's how touch starved you are.
