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happy74827 · 5 months

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Work Jitters

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Getting the job at Graves Industries was hard enough, but keeping it? That was a whole new ballpark.

WC: 3752

Category: Slight Hurt, Slight Fluff (?), Gideon being… Gideon {TW—Vomiting}.

Jason Schwartzman, my beloved.

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Gideon Graves, that smug bastard.

You'd seen his picture in the paper once, or maybe more than once; you couldn't recall exactly. The article was about his company, about how he'd been awarded several "big brain" awards in the past three years, and about how his company was looking to hire the best and brightest. The article even said how much he valued diversity.

But then, why was he working so hard to keep you from the job?

It wasn't as though you were the most unqualified person in the world to be hired at G-Man Media. You'd worked in tech for a number of years. You'd worked hard. You were smart, and you had experience. But apparently, Gideon Graves had a way of making things difficult for you. He was looking for people who were more than qualified.

"But I'm plenty qualified," you'd told him, practically stomping your foot. "And you can't make me feel like I'm not qualified. You don't have that kind of power."

You'd watched in utter amazement as he'd waved his hand dismissively at you.

"Power?" He laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I have no power over you. I have influence. I can make life difficult for you, but it's not as though I'm doing that. You've simply failed to impress me."

Your cheeks burned as you tried to think of something clever to say to that, but there was no way to deny his words.

He didn't even sound angry. He sounded so sure of himself, so absolutely positive of his own superiority. And he'd been so smug about the whole thing, too. Like you were a piece of trash, he'd just found on the street.

And that had just pissed you off so badly. You were usually a fairly even-tempered person. But when you'd walked away from that meeting, you'd felt like you were about to burst out of your skin. You'd marched straight back to your car and driven to a nearby grocery store parking lot. You'd climbed out of the car and put your hands on the hood, pressing your forehead against the warm metal, letting yourself take a few deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.

And that was how you'd met Gideon Graves…

Your boss.

Yes, boss. Despite the fact that he openly admitted his dislike for you, you decided that he was wrong, so wrong, in fact, that you stormed up to him the next day and told him so.

"I'm not failing to impress you," you told him, "You’re failing to impress me.”

You'd watched him fold his arms over his chest and scowl at you. You'd wanted to bite your tongue. He'd had an intense scowl.

But you hadn't bitten your tongue. Instead, you'd done something even more stupid.

"I know how to work a computer," you snapped.

That wasn’t as hard-hitting as you'd intended; it was honestly the stupidest thing you have ever said, but it made that tiny corner of Gideon's lip turn up. Not his usual, knowing smirk, but an actual genuine smile.

"Oh?" he said, leaning back in his chair, tilting his head back and studying you, his eyes narrowed. "That’s one impressive skill set."

Sarcasm. You could deal with sarcasm. You'd dealt with sarcasm in college. Sarcasm was almost your best friend at this point.

"I'm a quick learner," you told him, "and I can work anything with a keyboard."

He laughed again, his smile growing. You were starting to think he just smiled when he was mocking people, but there had been times when his smiles had seemed more genuine, and this one had definitely felt genuine.

"I'm sure you are," he told you, and you felt yourself smile just a little bit when he didn't say it in a mocking tone. "But there's a little more to the job than that."

"I can do the job."

His eyes narrowed, and you were pretty sure he was trying to decide if he wanted to fight you. He leaned forward, placing his arms on the desk.

"What makes you think that you have any chance of winning this position? I told you once, and I’m telling you twice. You're not all that impressive."

"No," you agreed, "not compared to you. You're an idiot savant—a genius with a cocky attitude. But the company isn't looking for an idiot. They want someone with ambition. And I have it. I'm not giving up."

"No?"

"No."

He sat back in his seat, leaning back in his chair, a little smug smile curling his lips.

He was deep in contemplation. His eyes were on you. His face was an inscrutable mask, but his eyes. Those eyes of his. You felt as though he could see straight through you. He had seen you and known, without having to be told, that you weren't like the rest of his previous employees. That you were determined and that he wasn't going to be able to stop you.

He might not like you, but he recognized that you were going to keep trying to get the job and that you were probably the only person in the world who wasn't intimidated by his smug attitude.

"You have balls," he said.

"Thank you."

"No," he said with a frown, "that wasn't a compliment."

He shook his head and held out his hand. You glanced at it and then back at his face.

"A deal," he told you. "One week. You go to work, and you try your damnedest to impress me. Fail, and you’re gone. Pass, and you'll get the job. Deal?"

Your smile was wide, and you reached out and took his hand, giving it a shake.

"Deal," you said.

And here you were, nearly two weeks later, still with the job. You were honestly so impressed with yourself.

It wasn't always easy; Gideon Graves could be a real bastard. But he was an interesting person. He always looked so sure of himself, but there were moments where you could see his doubts. You could see them on the rare occasions when he was surprised or flustered. His confidence was sometimes only a mask for the uncertainty underneath.

He was an enigma to you.

You tried to learn as much about him as possible. You absolutely hated his attitude, but you were more than willing to admit to yourself that you were genuinely curious about the man. There was just something about him that made him fascinating to you. You wanted to know what was going on inside that complicated head of his.

So, you watched.

You watched as he ate lunch. You saw how he would never take more than two bites and would only take the smallest possible amount of time to eat. He never left a single crumb on the table, never let anything get near him that might leave even the tiniest bit of food on his clothes.

You saw how he would do his own filing and paperwork. He could type up a report in no time at all. And you could swear you'd seen him go through a pile of paperwork and not so much as lose his place once. You'd tried to copy his speed a few times, but your fingers were just too clumsy. You were nowhere near his skill level.

You watched how he handled people. He was arrogant, and he had his share of asshole moments, but he was always polite. Always professional. Even if the person he was speaking to was an idiot, he still managed to maintain his composure. Sure, he belittled them, but he did so in a way that was still professional. He never made any comment that would get him sued.

He never let his composure slip, except for one time, and It was all your fault.

You felt sick. You had woken up that morning with a headache and a body that felt like lead. It had taken you forever to get out of bed. By the time you had gotten yourself together and had managed to drag yourself to the shower, you'd felt even worse. But, with how Gideon acted, you were used to getting your work done regardless of how you were feeling, so you'd gotten dressed and headed to the office.

A total of four hours later, you were starting to regret not staying home.

You were doing your best to keep your eyes open, but you just couldn't stay awake. Your mind felt fuzzy. Your body was like a heavyweight. And all you could think about was going back to your apartment and crawling into bed. You could feel your body leaning forward.

The chair tipped, and your body rolled forward, nearly falling out of the chair, only stopping when you hit the edge of the desk.

And then there were hands on you.

Gideon's hands.

He had you, his arm under your shoulders, holding you against him as he straightened the chair.

"Office. Now. Before you hurt yourself," he said, his voice cold, his expression hard.

You stood up, but your head spun. You might have been able to fight it if he had actually helped you to your feet, but instead, he let go of you, watching with a frown as you wobbled back and forth before turning around and starting for the office.

Your feet felt heavy. Your body felt as though it was moving in slow motion. You stumbled a few times before making it into the room. He came in after you, closing the door behind him. You saw him scowl at you before walking to his desk. He leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you.

"So much for impressing me."

"Sorry," you said, slumping in the chair across from his desk. You could feel your eyes drifting closed. You couldn't help it, but you knew it was because you were so tired.

"I pay you to get your work done, not to go to sleep on the job. I don't care how sick you are. This is unacceptable."

You wanted to tell him you were sorry, but your mouth wouldn't move. You were just too tired.

"Do I have to drag you out of this chair myself?"

You managed to open your eyes and look up at him. You tried to say something, but all that came out was a mumble.

He frowned, his lips a tight line. He pushed off of the desk, and then he was moving towards you. Your stomach lurched as he reached down, grabbing hold of your arm and pulling you up. Your legs wobbled underneath you. His hand was at your elbow.

"Careful," he said, keeping his grip on you until you had straightened up. "You took this job knowing that it would require effort. I will not have you losing sight of what you're doing because you're too lazy to get out of bed in the morning."

"I-”

Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. Just as he was threatening to fire you, your stomach lurched again. But instead of it just being your stomach, this time, it was the entire digestive system as a whole.

It wasn’t until his release on your arm, the wave of nausea subsiding and your head spinning so hard that you could barely stand, that you realized what had happened.

You just puked all over your boss.

You looked at him in horror. His white suit and red shirt were completely covered in a disgusting mix of stomach fluids and coffee. This was where you saw him break. His normal, professional demeanor vanished, and his eyes grew wide, his jaw-dropping.

For a moment, you thought he might say something. But then his eyes narrowed, and his expression hardened, his lips pursing together. He was shaking from head to toe. You couldn't tell if he was angry or if he was disgusted.

"Out," he hissed, his voice quiet but venomous.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Get the hell out.”

You nodded and quickly did as you were told.

Great, not only did you ruin a suit that was probably worth more than your apartment, but you managed to piss off Gideon and get yourself fired. The job you fought so hard for was just thrown out the window in an instant. You didn't blame him. If you were him, you would have fired you too.

It was a long drive home. You were still feeling sick to your stomach, but now it became more like the feeling of a hangover than actual illness. Your headache had subsided a bit, but you felt achy all over.

You pulled up in front of your apartment complex and climbed out of the car, feeling like you were made of lead. You stood there for a moment, leaning against your car, waiting for the feeling of your body to return to normal. When it finally did, you headed inside and took a quick shower before crawling into bed, not even bothering with any dinner.

Your last thought was how Gideon Graves had looked when he realized you had puked on him. You wondered if he was okay. You tried not to think about it, but his expression kept coming back to mind, over and over. He'd looked like he'd been about to explode.

Again, understandably so. But even though you'd done your best to forget it, the memory just wouldn't leave your mind.

The incident became a week’s memory, but you still couldn't stop thinking about him, about his face. About the fact that you lost your job over something so stupid.

It was another week before you saw Gideon again. Honestly, you weren’t expecting it.

Your doorbell rang, and you figured it was the pizza guy since it was just after five o'clock, and you had ordered some dinner. But when you went to the door, there was no pizza guy. Instead, there was Gideon Graves leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at you.

You glanced at him for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, your cheeks burning, and then looked back down at your feet.

"I'm sorry," you said.

"Don’t apologize. I don’t want your apologies.” He looked around, glancing at your apartment. "Are you going to let me in, or are you just going to keep standing there until you decide to ruin my suit again?"

You blinked, looking back at his face, but his expression hadn't changed.

You moved aside, letting him in. He walked past you and stood in your living room. His eyes darted around, and you could tell he was taking it all in. You had a tiny apartment, but it was nice; you'd worked hard to make it so. You had a nice couch, a few bookshelves, a TV, and a small table and chairs in the kitchen area.

"Well?" He said, turning back to look at you.

"I- What?” You asked, not knowing what to say.

"I’ve called you. No responses. I came to your apartment last week. No answer. And now that I'm here, you're standing there, looking like an idiot when I expected a fully functioning human being."

You blinked a few times, still not entirely sure what was going on. You cleared your throat.

"What do you want?"

“What do I want?” He scoffed. His face twisted into a look of disgust, his eyes narrowing at you, and his upper lip curling just the tiniest bit as though he smelled something rotten. "You ruined my suit, and then you left. You don't answer your phone when I call. Did your uncultured brain forget about the job you practically begged me for? I told you to impress me, but if you can't even be bothered to show up, I have no interest in continuing your employment."

You frowned, your jaw dropping open.

"Wait, I’m not already fired?”

His eyes snapped up to your face, his brow furrowing. His lip twitched as he fought to hold back whatever he wanted to say to you. The long pause had your mind shifting attention to him. The way he looked. The way he smelled. You took a small step forward.

"I... I thought-"

He was wearing a suit, like usual, but instead of the white suit with the red shirt, he wore a dark gray suit with a light blue shirt. The shirt wasn't buttoned all the way. He hadn't worn a tie, but he usually always had one, so you were a little shocked when you saw that he didn't have one.

And his hair. His hair wasn't slicked back the way it usually was. Instead, it was loose. It's not quite messy, but it's not perfect either.

"You thought you'd been fired?" he said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nodded.

He sighed and then shook his head. His hands made their way to his glasses, and you realized that his eyes had been fixed on the ground this whole time. He was staring at the floor like he couldn't even look at you.

"I would never fire someone for… puking on me. I’m not that cruel," he muttered. He turned his eyes on you, his fingers adjusting the frames of his glasses. "No. You're still employed here. I simply came to inform you that I'm willing to overlook this week, but the next one that you miss, you're fired."

"Oh," you said. “I- Thank you."

"Don't thank me."

He was turning to leave, and you had to wonder why he had come here in the first place.

"Gideon?"

He paused, his back still to you.

"What did you think I was doing?"

You could see him stiffen, and you had no doubt that he was clenching his jaw. But after a moment, he turned back to look at you, his eyes meeting yours, and you noticed that he had stopped chewing his gum.

"If I had to guess," he said, his tone sharp, "I would have assumed that you were either sleeping or still sick. I told you I would have you fired if you were too sick to work. The fact that you didn't even bother to respond to my calls and messages was more than enough for me to assume the latter."

“But you didn’t fire me."

He narrowed his eyes. "If you don't feel well enough, I suggest you stay home. I don't want to deal with your incompetence right now."

He started to leave again.

"Wait!" You called after him.

He stopped again and looked back over his shoulder at you. His expression was dark and foreboding.

"Do you... Do you need anything?"

"Need? What could you possibly-"

You interrupted him, cutting him off before he could say anything rude or condescending.

"I'm sorry I puked on you. I really am. If I had the money for another suit, I would replace it, but I… don't have that kind of money."

"It’s not ruined. I shipped it to be dry cleaned." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I don’t want or need your apologies, nor do I need your money. It's not worth a thousand dollars."

"Well, what do you need?"

He was silent, turning his eyes on the floor again, his fingers fussing with his glasses again. His brow was furrowed, and you could see that he was struggling with something.

"Gideon?"

"Stop saying my name like that," he snapped.

He turned around and looked at you again. You blinked in confusion, and he sighed, walking back towards you until he was standing in front of you.

You've forgotten, honestly, how short he was. You were used to thinking of him as this giant of a man. When he walked into a room, his presence made him seem larger than life. But now, you were able to see that he was really a bit shorter than you were. He was a bit on the skinny side, too, not muscular or anything like that. But he still had presence, even when he was being quiet when he was simply standing there looking at you, his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Why?"

You blinked again.

"Why what?"

He rolled his eyes, and his expression softened for a moment, just for a moment, before he got angry again.

"You're not supposed to sound so concerned about me. It's insulting. I'm your boss. I shouldn't need anything from you. That's why."

"It’s just a favor… If it will keep you from firing me, I'll do it," you said.

“Just show me you're not incompetent," he snapped, "that you can do your job without having a meltdown over it."

"Okay."

"And quit making me repeat myself. Just show me. I want you to show me that you're going to be an asset to this company."

"I will."

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he was silent for a moment, his eyes searching your face. He sighed again, his shoulders relaxing as he did so.

"I need-"

"Yeah?"

His eyes narrowed.

"Are you going to interrupt me every time I tell you something?"

"Yes," you said.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but he didn't yell at you. Gideon just sighed, looking tired all of a sudden, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"I need you to come in tomorrow. I have some… matters I need to attend to, so you need to handle the rest of the work."

"Okay. Can I ask what’s going on?"

His eyes narrowed again, his lips pursing, and you felt like you might have pushed too far, but you were determined to be better.

"Just show up tomorrow," he said, his voice a bit softer. He sounded less angry.

He turned again and headed back for your front door.

"Gideon?"

"What?" He asked, not looking at you as he turned around, his hand reaching for the knob.

"Thanks… for not firing me."

He looked up at you, meeting your eyes, and you were surprised to see that he was smiling again, albeit a tiny little smile, but he was smiling.

"Don't thank me; just get it together," he said, and he pulled open your door and left, shutting it behind him.

And you were left there, staring at your front door, wondering how the hell you were going to be able to do the work that he was going to give you and where exactly that damn pizza was.

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noanziexx · 3 months

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straight up “jorking it”, and by “it”, haha well. lets just say. my peanits

#save me jason schwartzman #jason schwartzman #jason schwartzman save me #jason schwartzman is my wife #jason schwartzman my beloved #jason schwartzman x reader

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hoe4wesanderson · 3 months

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Jason Schwartzman is my Roman Empire.

WOOF WOOF BARK I need him so badddddddd :(

I feel silly posting this but I need to express my feelings I don’t care. I wanna give him head, that sounds so bad considering he’s nearly 2 decades older than me but um who really cares?

I watched Scott pilgrim last night and when I realised it was Jason playing that stupid little emo Gideon I DIED. My last 2 hours have been spent watching edits of Jason, I printed out photos of him and stuck them on my wall, I watched 1 hours worth of interviews just for him. And in all honesty..the reason I saw the new hunger games was because he was in it.. don’t tell anybody.

Also his hands are really hot. Usually hair on men’s hands make me feel gross, but Jason? I want them is inside me. WOAH WHO SAID THAT??!

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urmomsucksfrogs · 4 months

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😻🙏

#jason schwartzman x reader

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coolgal5 · 4 months

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Forever is the sweetest con - G. GRAVES

(Guys please tell me how I can do this better I’ve never written fanfiction before and this is so bad 😭 GN reader)

Gideon Graves had always been an enigma to you. From the moment he strutted into your life with his confident strides you knew he would cloud your every waking moment. You had met him working as a bartender at the Chaos Theater. You only took the job to pay for college. Gideon had approached you one night as you were working. He had spat off a comment about your hair or outfit. You replied with something wittingly cliche. You ended up chatting with him for a bit that night. You couldn’t stand his snarky attitude or his sarcastic remarks. This of course was overshadowed by the way he said your name and the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world. He could make you feel totally alone in a room full of people yet in private assure you he loved you. He was controlling and tried to hold you down and you let him because you didn’t want to lose him. You were absolutely in love with him.

Towards the end there was a lot of arguing and things got very heated very quick between you. Most arguments ended with him leaving all night and you sobbing yourself to sleep on your pillow. He overworked himself and any attempt to help him was immediately blocked with blind aggression. He would be out all night and come home at 5-6 AM most nights. He got nearly an hour of sleep a night and even the “sleeping” was really just him tossing around the bed quietly weeping. You knew something had to happen so you took action. Dragging him home most nights. But eventually what was once him coming home late turned into him not coming home at all. You would wait by the phone all night, desperately praying for a call all night. This particular night you had called his office to make sure he was okay. He snapped at you, screaming and insulting you. He had threatened leaving you before but his attempts were typically shut down by your desperately pained cries and begging. This night however he paid no mind to your desperate attempts to coerce him into letting you continue to love him. He simply excused his leaving by stating that with the newfound success of G-man media he just didn’t have time for a relationship. You were absolutely devastated. You cried for days, not leaving your house and sobbing till you threw up. You had no idea how to live without him in your life.

But now here you are curled up on your loveseat with a glass of tea listening to the little radio sat on the coffee table as you wrote. Your world surprisingly didn’t end after Gideon had left you even though it felt like it. You stayed in Toronto, you made new friends and finished college. You didn’t know what Gideon was up to now, out of sight out of mind you thought. You had garnered a pretty positive reputation amongst readers all over Canada. You wrote for a small magazine company owned by one of your old college professors you had gotten along particularly well with, viewing her as a mother figure of the sort. You listen to the rain pounding against the window. You always loved the rain. You hopped out of your seat and decided to grab your coat before going out onto the porch with your tea.

You sat on the porch whilst the howling wind beat against your body. You closed your eyes and breathed in as your hair filled with raindrops. You gazed up at the sky, examining the stars. You glanced back dow towards the road when you noticed a figure walking. You tense up and look away from the figure. You had become nervous knowing what type of person would be out wandering the streets at this hour. The person seemed to notice you as you noticed them and as you glanced into their sunken eyes you realized who it was and a familiar feeling of dread filled your core.

“Gideon?” You breathed out, hands now beginning to shake and eyes welling up with tears. “Hey listen, before you run off I really need to talk to you” He spoke shakily. Upon looking at him further you noticed the tears threatening to spill from his eyes and the tears on his clothes, he looked like he had been beaten.“I have no interest in talking to you now Gideon, not now not ever. You really fucked me up” You said with your voice breaking due to the tears breaking through and dripping down your chin. You started into the house when Gideon grabbed your wrists. You stared into his eyes and for a second you could’ve sworn the rain stopped. “Listen to me please, the way I treated you was sick and really fucked up and I’m sorry” You were a little shocked at his sudden repentance. You never expected this, especially from Gideon. “I lost everything, the company, my money, my whole empire is all gone. I spent the last of my money on a ticket to get up here just to see the one person I ever truly cared about and hope to see a pair of kind eyes looking back at me. I truly have nothing and I just want you” When he said this the tears started to pour down his face and he immediately broke down sobbing.

You didn’t know what to do so in this moment you decided actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped you arms around his neck and pulled him down so your faces were practically touching and you just held him as he sobbed. Just you alone with him in the rain with the stars shining down on you.

#jason schwartzman #gideon graves x reader #gideon graves #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim #Spotify

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octivia1o2 · 1 month

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why can’t i draw anything normal ?

😔😔😔

#atsv #spider man #the spot #the spot spiderverse #the spot x reader #atsv spot #the spot fanfic #the spot fic #johnathon ohnn #the spot fanart #jason schwartzman #schwartzman

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mimiscappinisideblog · 8 days

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This man... i swear to god. Has single handledly ruined my life.

I can't go ONE DAY without thinking about this particular character of his. It's been exactly one month.

It's sickening.

I hate him so much.

#the look in his eyes #the eyebrows that make him look so sad and pathetic #the way he whispers that last 'no'#AGHHHH #FUCK #i shouldn't have watched this episode #it altered my brain chemistry #jason schwartzman #parks and rec #Dennis Lerpiss #he ruined my life so bad that i started a x reader fic of him-who said that!?#anyway... yeah... it's 2:26 am and am rambling now #video

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libvamp · 5 months

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Why am I in need of some Lucky Flickerman fics 😟 Jason Schwartzman is too powerful

#lucky flickerman x reader #the hunger games #jason schwartzman #lucky flickerman #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #please

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Tell me why the spot is kinda fine..

Like 😵‍💫😵‍💫 js a thought.. spot x reader

#the spot #the spot x reader #jason schwartzman #jason Schwartz man is such a good voice actor #maybe that’s why #spider man across the spider verse

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turtlebra1nrot · 6 months

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Third Time's A Charm

Johnathon Ohnn (I/ATSV) x You

The first three times you met up with Johnathon for your project, they were more than pleasant. The fourth time was complete and sudden hell. And the fifth was, unexpectedly, nothing short of libidinous.

CHAPTER 1/6: PARTNERS...

A choir of groans and sighs filled the lecture hall after the professor's thoroughly voiced announcement of their new project having to be done in pairs.

"Yeah, moan and whine all you want. You're adults. You're gonna have human interaction anyway, suck it up." The professor responded sluggishly to the class's verbal distaste. You didn't particularly mind, however. In fact you'd hoped for this. Work had been piled up for you lately and you thought maybe having someone to help with a major assignment might do you some good.

Partners were selected by surname. The professor went down the roster while roving leisurely around the lecture hall at the same time. They came to a stop at the left side of the table where you were seated, looking at them expectantly. "You're withhhh— oh." The professor's tone was still laced with boredom but a hint of bewilderment seemed to weasel its way in. A few mutters left their parted lips. "...only one left? I'm sure I called of you..." their last string of words found your ear.

After more awkward silence from the class and professor, their eyes lit up. "Ah, I missed one. You." They call, swiveling at 180 degrees to lock eyes with someone else. A messy tuft of brown hair pulled into a low-ponytail shifted a bit in your field of vision. Then a pair of squared glasses and brown, doe eyes followed. "Ohnn. You're with them, alright? Alright." The professor then simply walks back to their desk at the front of the hall just as the intercom goes off, signifying the end of the class. Students exchange numbers, emails, socials — while you watch your own partner from afar.

You knew it'd be courteous to get up on your own two feet and go introduce yourself. But you waited to see if the guy'd come to you.

He didn't.

Ohnn sat there, head practically buried in his notes. You wouldn't be surprised if he was actually making out with that damn paper. But it was clear he wouldn't come to greet you any time soon. So with a twinge of exasperation, you huff — pushing yourself up from your seat — and walk over to the table in the third row while leaning your palms against its smooth oak wood.

"Hey." You spoke up. He nearly flew with the way he jumped back in surprise. Jesus, he's tense.

His brown eyes seem to almost bulge out of his head as he eyes you with shock, glasses slipping down the bridge of his straight nose unnoticeably. Despite the initial shock of his flinch, he attempted to gather a few words. Though he stumbled over his own tongue, "Wh- I — d-did you....need something?" Ohnn murmurs. It's like he wasn't used to being acknowledged or something. You let a smile fall upon your lips and stifle a chuckle, "Looks like we're partners, Ohnn."

The look on the guy's face voiced pure confusion but he did not protest. He was quiet again before shutting his college-rule notebook, "Looks like it..." he uttered feebly while seeming to give you a once-over. Johnathon could feel your eyes studying him as well in the silence and he hated it. He hadn't really been paying all that much attention during the lecture, so he unfortunately gained a partner who he hardly knew. As if he knew anyone other than his own family in the first place. The young man stood from his seat and that was when you could read him more clearly.

Johnathon seemed to fold in on himself as he stood. Arms tightly pressed to his sides, legs together, posture extremely informal, etc. Even with his stature he was like a frail dog, unable to hold eye contact for too long and keeping himself at a low profile. He seemed to make himself appear small. It made you feel kind of bad. No wonder he was so tense...

"You want my number? I'll text you my dorm and we can get started whenever, no pressure." It was like a bid with him. Convincing him to visit your place so you could both work. You could easily tell he might feel unease at the idea, so you kept it plain and simple for him. Johnathon steadily breathed in spite of his racing heart. He wasn't good with making plans with others because he'd get sidetracked and forget about them. He'd feel terrible to do that for a first impression. "Yeah, we could do that...if you'd like, that is. I don't wanna like, force you to do it o-or whatever—" "Dude. I offered. No need to worry." You try to reassure him with words and a smile. A croaky laugh left his lips as he realized he had been on the verge of an apologetic ramble, "Right. Sorry."

"You're good, Ohnn." You reaffirm your previous words. Johnathon nods whilst bending down to grasp the handle of his tote-bag, stuffing his notes carelessly inside. Once up straight (or as straight as he normally stood), he speaks again, "Hey, I don't mind being called Johnathon or John. I think Ohnn's a little formal since we're, y'know— partners?"

Johnathon looks down at the person before him with careful eyes, trying to gauge their reaction. He hoped that statement wasn't too forward. He never really knew when to keep things casual or professional so he always just assumed. God, what if that was too much for them? Did he really have to say that? Maybe they could just call him Ohnn, it's not a big deal—

"Sure thing."

Your response was simple. He hadn't gotten the stink eye like he'd thought he would. Johnathon's smile is sheepish when he clears his throat and hesitantly nods. He didn't always have conversations longer than 20 seconds. Talking with you had been a breath of fresh air for him and he couldn't tell if the churning in his belly was excitement, anxiety, or joy.

He exchanged numbers with you before departing from the lecture hall and moving onto his next class. He had a math exam that period and with the boost of morale from last period, he felt somewhat prepared.

#turtlebrainrot #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman atsv #the spot #jason schwartzman #johnathon ohnn #spiderman across the spiderverse #spot across the spiderverse #atsv #the spot x reader #no y/n #johnathon ohnn x reader #spiderverse fanfic #spiderverse #friends to lovers #the spot spiderverse

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rdiowx · 7 months

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Kinktober day one

Kidnapping with Gideon graves.

Warnings!: Kidnapping obviously, reluctant to needy reader, reader is kind of a whore, Gideon is unstable (as if he wasnt a Little already..) and literally obsessed with you, restraints, use of derogatory names, hickeys and bite marks, nipple sucking, yea dubcon

Readers gender or parts aren’t mentioned like at all.

Opening your eyes you were met with a concrete wall, a basement wall. Trying to stretch, you were stopped by the rough rope rubbing against your wrists and ankles. Trying not to freak out, but utterly failing when a slight startled noise left your mouth as the metal door opened. Your eyes needed adjusting to the bright light that flooded into the dark space, finally focusing you were met with none other than Gideon graves. “I see you’re awake, how’d you sleep?” He smirked slightly, it was a bit off putting of course not as off putting as the fact you were tied to a chair in his basement.

“What are you doing?” You spoke up suddenly as he made his way towards you, he couldn’t help but notice the crack in your voice. You struggled against the rope but to no avail, he just laughed at your stupid attempt. “Don’t worry about getting out of thoes, you won’t need to, not for what i have planned.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to jump at the sensation of his breath against your face. You could see his smile from the corner of your eye, the light bouncing off his glasses obscured his from your view.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on your face, cheek smashed against the cold concrete before your hands were restrained once again. You made a noise of disagreement as you felt his cold hands on the exposed part of your hips, your shirt having slid up from the movement in position. “Hey don’t worry, im gonna take really good care of you.” He reassured leaning over your form from behind,his hips pressing against you. You couldn’t even deny how turned on you were, having to stop yourself from whining from the lack of touch as he moved back and took his hands away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whimpered from your place on the ground, you could feel him remove your restraints from the bottom of the chair just to redo them. He chuckled grabbing your cheeks to face him before teasing you “don’t act like i can’t tell how turned on you are honey, you’ve been squirming so much id think you’re starting to like this..” you ripped your face out of his hand, refusing eye contact with him, cause you knew he was right. “Don’t get all shy on me now, it’s okay that you like this..just didn’t take you for a slut i guess.” He teased, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Fuck you.” You spat, before getting your cheek smashed into the concrete floor again. “Honey im trying, but you can’t keep your slutty little mouth shut can you?” He spoke between clenched teeth, you tried to move away from him but he was too strong and you were still weak from having been knocked out. He used handcuffs instead of rope this thme so you couldn’t use your mouth to get the knot of the rope undone since your hands were in front of you once again. You didn’t have time to observe for much longer before you were flipped over on your back by Gideon’s hands on your hips. He sat up on his knees, he seemed to be admiring you. “I love the view but, i think it would be so much better if we got rid of thoes clothes don’t you think?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, scooting back only for Gideon to pull you back by your ankles. “Well, you can’t exactly do it yourself now can you?” He laughed at you as if you were the stupidest person alive. It didnt take him long to get rid of your shirt, your back now exposed against the cold concrete causing you to whimper at the feeling. You could tell Gideon wanted to say something. “If you have something to say spit it out.” You mumbled. Gideon laughed “i was gonna make fun of you for whimpering and i havent even touched you yet.” He said while making quick work of your pants, deciding to leave your underwear on for now.

“You’re such an asshole.” You complained, glaring at him from your spot on the ground. He grabbed your face pulling you up once again, squishing your cheeks together. “and you’re such a slut, arent you?” He growled pushing your head back. Before you knew it he was teasing your chest, catching you completely off guard causing you to let out a small whine. He smiled in response, playing with your nipples, you could tell he was set on making you squirm. Didn’t take him long to start trailing his hands down your sides, however you were starting to get impatient.

“God If You’re gonna fuck me just do it!” You moaned before he started teasing you through your underwear, making fun of how turned on you were to himself. “You know, for someone who didn’t want me to touch them you sure are impatient, or have i just gotten you that worked up?” He laughed and slipped his hand into your underwear causing you to groan. Considering your legs were still tied your pants just sat at your ankles, your underwear now joining them as Gideon got bored with teasing. You’re not sure when Gideons shirt came off let alone when he took his pants off but he was now almost in your situation, however what made him lucky in this is that he wasn’t tied up like you were.

“Don’t look so miserable i’ll make sure im inside of you soon.” He spoke, leaning between your thighs leaving bites on your chest. After a bit, Gideon looked as if he had the greatest idea in the world, you didnt have the chance to ask as he pulled you on his lap your legs behind him, your restraints and pants making it so you couldn’t get off if even you tried. “Jesus christ!” You exclaimed, a little relieved you couldn’t fall right now considering he decided to sit back up on the chair. Gideon wrapped his hands around your hips before moving them to grind against him pulling a groan out of him and a whine out of yourself. “You gonna make thoes slutty noises for me when im inside of you?” He whispered against your neck before leaving a mark there.

He moved his hips up to take his boxers off, his cock now against you making you squirm pulling a strangled noise out of him. You could tell he was getting impatient, especially as he shoved your hips down on his cock letting out a groan as you moaned rather loudly. You couldn’t help but start to move your hips as you grew impatient as well, hinting to Gideon that you wanted him to move. He simply groaned and grabbed your hips before moving them so his cock was sliding in and out of you. He pulled you into a kiss to swallow your noises before moving his face to your chest to suck marks into it, leaving teeth marks as he made his way down.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, im never gonna let you leave me.” He whispered it didn’t sound very stable, like he was gonna flip you over and start fucking your brains out, but it just added to the arousal you were feeling. “Im gonna make you love me, and i won’t even have to brain wash you.” His voice getting lower as he went on. You put your palm over his mouth before speaking, “you- talk too damn much.” Your voice cracking after your first word. Gideon only rolled his eyes a bit but you could feel his smirk from behind your hand. You could feel his mouth open as you clenched around him and he let out a muffled whine as you did so.

“God You’re so much hotter when you dont talk.” You teased, grinding against him. He groaned before taking your wrists and moving your hand away from his mouth. He slid off the chair and laid you on your back and started to fuck you himself, your hands going to push against where your hips met, feeling the pressure of him speeding up inside of you. “God..You’re gonna cum soon, i can tell.” He was right, you were but you could barley form a sentence anymore to tell him. Cursing as he played with your chest once more causing you to get closer to your release. It didn’t take but a few more. thrusts for you to let go around him, the tightening causing him to pull out and cum on your stomach and chest.

“Jesus fuck…” Gideon panted, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. “You are never, ever leaving me.”

#kinktober 2023 #gideon graves smut #gideon graves x reader #gideon graves x reader smut #jason schwartzman x reader #jason schwartzman x reader smut #kidnapping ☝🏽

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happy74827 · 5 months

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can I just say "work jitters" was mwah, 10/10 literally one of the best fics I've read is God knows how long. I hope you write more about my mean dumbass of a husband <33

This is too kind and sweet omg! 🥹🥹 I’m so honored and grateful that you enjoyed it given the chaotic mess of it all haha.

Don’t you worry about a thing about future fics because I am totally all aboard the G-Man train.

#him in the anime tho 😮‍💨😮‍💨#suddenly I’m julie #he was perfectly pathetic too lmao #the McDonald’s reservation killed me #anon <3 #anon post #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #gideon graves/readee #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #spvtw #spvstw #spto #jason schwartzman #jason schwartzman x reader

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noanziexx · 5 months

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I JUST WANNA SEE MY BABY

STANDING RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR

#gideon gordon graves #gideon my beloved #gideon graves #gideon graves x reader #jason gideon #jason schwartzman #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs. the world #scott pilgrim vs the world #seven evil exes #spvtw #spvstw #spto

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hoe4wesanderson · 3 months

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hi do you still write fanfic?

Of course I do! Send me some requests. Platonic, cutesy puppy love, angst. (I’ll write anything 😻)…I think you can guess what anything means. It means smut 🤫

#wes anderson #jason schwartzman #the french dispatch #the grand budapest hotel #wes anderson films #asteroid city #hello pookie #random #adrien brody #fantastic mr fox #fanfic #writing #wes anderson aesthetic #the royal tenenbaums #jason schwartzman x reader #scott pilgram vs the world #gideon graves

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doctor-olivia-octavius · 2 months

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His Assistant

Chapter 2:

Gideon had awoken bright and early the next morning, shutting off his alarm clock and getting out of bed. He had no problems waking up feeling well rested as he always made it a point to get a good night's sleep. Gideon’s legs dangled over the side of the bed, his hair surprisingly a ruffled mess. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his thick square black glasses, holding them down to the hem of his pajama shirt. He wiped off his glasses quickly, placing them on his face afterwards.

Gideon slipped off the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a light thud. He raised his arms above his head, stretching for a moment. He was wearing a silk red matching pajama set. The fabric just above his heart had been embroidered with his initials ‘GG’. His pajamas certainly weren't cheap and he had them custom tailored.

Gideon grumbled lowly, walking towards his closet to pick out his outfit for the day. He opened the doors, scanning over the options he had hung up. He pulled out his black button up and a matching set of gray pants and blazer. He grabbed the hangers carefully, heading off with the clothes towards his living room in his large mansion.

He approached his cleaning lady, giving her careful instructions to iron his clothes while he showered, which she understood as it was a routine they had built every morning. He headed off to his bathroom, and turned on the shower. While he waited for the steam to build he slipped off his clothes, unbuttoning his pajama top and sliding it off his arms. Next came his pants, slipping them off and after his boxers. He kept a hamper in his large bathroom, throwing his dirty clothes in there to be cleaned that day.

His feet tracked across the bathroom tiles, standing in front of the shower and then stepping in. He closed the glass door to the shower, trapping in the hot air. He ran his hands through his hair, the water hitting his back. Gideon let out a deep breath, his muscles relaxing under the hot water. After a few minutes he grabbed his cloth, wetting it before he lathered his body wash onto it. He had a multiple step shower process, he knew how important it was to be well groomed as he needed to keep up his good appearance.

Gideon cleaned off his body, scrubbing every inch. The water mixes with the soap and rinsing off any last speck of it left. Once that task was done he got a handful of shampoo, scrubbing it into his scalp. He massaged his head for a few minutes, making sure to cover all of his hair. He would proceed to rinse his hair, getting all of the shampoo out before doing the same process with the conditioner.

After an hour or so in the shower Gideon was finally ready to get out, grabbing his towel and drying himself off. He shook himself dry, his hair flicking off any drops of water. He wrapped the towel around his waist, stepping out of the shower and into his living room. He noticed the cleaning lady had finished the task he had given so he grabbed his freshly pressed clothes and headed back to his bedroom with them.

Gideon tossed the towel off and aside, it landed into a hamper. He slipped on his boxers before pulling up his pants, this whole process was just incredibly tedious but it had to look good always. He buttoned up his shirt, tucking it into the pants before slipping his blazer on. He grabbed a belt from his closet, putting it on and tightening it. He then bent down, grabbing his socks and rolling them up past his ankles.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, stepping out of his room and back towards the living room. After what seemed like an eternity his morning routine was finally complete, his hair combed and the rest of himself cleaned and he had applied cologne. His limo had already pulled up front, waiting patiently on him.

He walked out the front door, locking it behind him. He stepped to the limo, his driver opening the door for him. Without a word he climbed in, already seeming agitated despite how early it was. The driver got in on the correct side, starting up the car. “Good morning, Mr. Graves.” The man spoke cheerfully, which Gideon could only hear as a thin piece of wood separating them.

“Shut up and drive.” He ordered harshly, what was it that made him so irritated all the time? It certainly wasn't a way to live. Gideon settled himself in his seat, buckling his seatbelt as the driver took off and towards Gideon’s company headquarters.

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A loud sound could be heard, it was blaring and it started you awake. Your body jolted upwards, looking over to read the time. You were half asleep, your mind not registering that you had to get up and get ready for work. You snooze your alarm, burying yourself back underneath the covers for a few moments more.

Suddenly, it dawned on you. You weren't working a boring customer service job anymore, you couldn't afford to be late. It took a moment for your mind to process this, but you thought long and hard about it. You seemed to remember you got a new position but just couldn't place your finger on what it was.

Gideon…Graves?

Your mind repeated his name over and over again, trying to remember why exactly he stuck out in your head. You rubbed your eyes, trying to keep them open. As you started to think harder your mind recollected little fragments of what you were thinking of. You have been selected…. personal assistant..7am.

You threw the comforter off your body, knowing that even if you didn't want to go to work you had to. Gideon had always been your boss but now that you were his assistant you'd have to spend your whole work day putting up with him.

You hopped out of bed, stepping over to your closet and rummaging through your outfit choices. You had no idea what to wear, typically your outfits weren't super important but you felt as though you had to look good for your boss.

Your eyes eventually landed on something, a black pencil dress with a square neckline. You were thankful to have found something appropriate, typically you weren't much of a dress person but there wasn't much else to choose from. You grabbed the dress, running towards your shower and rushing to get in. You still had about an hour to get ready but you had more things you needed to take care of today.

You showered in about 20 minutes, getting out and quickly slipping into your undergarments. After a moment you pulled the dress up, zipping up the back of it. You let out a sigh of relief, checking the clock to see that you still had plenty of time. Your adrenaline was causing you to act irrationally, but now that you had calmed down you would take the time you needed to finish.

You brushed your teeth and then combed your hair, deciding you'd leave it down today. You went through your jewelry box, pulling out a pair of red heart shaped jewel earrings. You put them on, they dangled slightly but not enough to be noticable. They weren't real crystals or rubies but cheap replicas because that's what you could afford.

You headed back into your bedroom, sitting at your desk and pulling out your makeup. You applied all of the necessary products, giving yourself a glance over in the mirror. You were pretty proud of yourself, you looked great.

You headed back next to your bed after putting up your makeup, grabbing your phone and heading towards your living room. You quickly called the cab service, waiting for the driver to arrive at your house. You checked your phone as you waited, mentally zoning out for a moment.

The cab arrived, honking its horn which pulled you out of your trance. You grabbed your purse and jacket, stepping out and hopping into the vehicle.

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Yet again you were face to face with the large building, peering up at the logo for the millionth time. You took a deep breath, moving to approach the doors. Suddenly Gideon appeared in front of you, walking up to the doors at the same time. He turned his head, noticing you behind him. He rolled his eyes, deciding he may as well be pleasant.

He waited up for you, holding open the door in such a kind gesture which was foreign to him. When you saw him waiting and holding it open for you your heart skipped a beat, sure this was a common thing for most people but for Gideon? That was strange.

“Thank you.” You told him as you walked in, knowing you needed to wait up for him anyways. Gideon went in right behind you, keeping his distance but his gaze didn't leave you. He seemed frustrated as per usual, but his eyes were roaming over your body which you were oblivious to.

You looked back at him once more, “Mr. Graves. Will you show me to my new office?” You asked a bit nervously, hoping you hadn't pressed too far. He reluctantly agreed, these sorts of things were below him but he knew no one else would do it if he didn't.

“Follow me.” He insisted, his voice low and cold. He stepped in front of you, relying on you trailing behind him. You both headed towards the elevator, once you were both awkwardly inside he pressed the button to the seventh floor which you had only been on once before.

You continued to notice him sneaking glances at you during the silent ride up, but you couldn't make out what he was thinking. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of your voice, seemingly catching Gideon off guard. “Thank you for the job, sir.” You truly did sound grateful, this was a wonderful opportunity for you.

“Don't thank me yet, who knows how long you'll last.” Gideon snarled, he sounded almost as though he was threatening you. His assistants never lasted long, maybe a few months at best He was extremely picky, most assistants gave it their all during those months and their work ethic slowly slipped which had always made Gideon decide it was time for a new assistant.

You didn't respond to that, only nodding your head. <em> What did he mean? <em> Your hands folded in your lap, this felt so awkward, being crammed in this tiny elevator with your boss. Your shoulders brushed against one another, sending a chill down your spine.

The silence was unbearable. Before you could speak up again the elevator dinged, signaling it was time for you both to get off. He stepped out first, stopping for a brief moment for you to catch up with him. “I don't have all day, come on.” He insisted, you were too slow getting out and that angered him.

You stepped out, following close behind him towards your new office space. You had expected a cubicle, or maybe even a small desk inside of Gideon’s office but that was not the case. He led you towards his office, another one on the other side connecting them. There was no way to enter the other from the inside but the walls were connected.

He stepped up to the door of the conjoining office, unlocking it and opening the door. This time he waited for you, letting you in first. “Here, you're to remain in this room unless I ask you to leave or it's your break.” He sounded so stern, staring down at you intensely. He paused for a beat, not hearing you respond so he decided to speak once more. “I expect you to be here by 7am everyday, and I may occasionally ask you to run out and get me coffee or lunch. You will hand me a daily report of all your work at the end of the day. Do you understand?” He raised his brow, questioning you as if you were incompetent.

You nodded your head slowly, your eyes scanning over the plain office. You were certainly going to liven the place up somehow. “I understand, sir.” You stepped away from him and towards the desk that you would now call yours. Running your fingers across the wooden surface. He watched your every move curiously, his hands buried in his pockets. “Right, now get to work. If you need me you know where to find me.” He snapped, wanting to get out of here. He couldn't bear being near you, and he couldn't understand why. He hated plenty of people but you were different, he couldn't tell if he hated you or not.

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Gideon exited the room, shutting the door behind him. He stepped into his office, the door clicking shut. He sat at his desk, lifting his glasses ontop of his head. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, letting out a small yawn. He should've asked you to get coffee on your way here. He was so stressed out, he prayed you wouldn't be a total loss. He needed to find someone who could do the job he required.

His mind was racing, his head buried in his hands. Why was he like this? What was going through his mind? He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. He put his glasses back on and booted up his computer, logging into it and then beginning his work for the day.

He furiously typed away at his computer nearly all day, only taking small breaks every now and again. He hadn't thought about you in hours, but when he suddenly stopped he was reminded of you. Gideon wondered what you must've been doing right now, were you actually working?

Gideon stood from his desk, remembering something he had installed in his office years and years ago. He stepped forward towards a picture of himself, lifting the frame off the wall. He sat it down carefully, then pressing himself up against it. There was a small hole in the wall, allowing him access to see what you were doing.

He hadn't used this hole since he first installed it, only having used it a couple of times to spy on his first assistant as he didn't trust her. He knew this should've been covered up and that it was wrong, but he couldn't let you know he actually cared enough to check on you. This was a discreet way to go about it.

Gideon peered through the hole, his gaze landing on you at your desk. You sat there, the rotary phone in your hand. You were dealing with a call some other business man had about setting up a meeting with Gideon. He couldn't make out the words you were saying very well, but he didn't care about that.

He let out a hum in content, he was about to pull away when he saw you shift your position slightly. Your gaze had been straight at the wall, but you couldn't see his eye peering through. Gideon’s breath caught in his chest, a feeling spreading through his body. His eyes roamed over your face, falling on your lips.

Those lips..

He tried to pull himself away, but he continued to gaze hungrily at you. What was wrong with him? He clearly disliked you, right? Maybe he just thought of you as another woman who would kneel at his feet if he desired. Yeah..that was it. He definitely viewed you as a potential quick lay and nothing more. That eased his mind, tricking himself into ignoring his arising feelings.

Gideon felt a bead of sweat across his forehead, he was in a trance due to your beauty. Gideon quickly snapped out of it, cursing to himself under his breath. He pulled away from the hole, covering it up quickly. “She's not even that cute.” He scoffed, assuring himself there was nothing more going on.

He checked the time, seeing that it was his lunch hour. He stepped out of his office for the first time since this morning, having already decided what he wanted for lunch. He walked into your office abruptly, not knocking beforehand. He gazed harshly at you from where he stood at the doorway. He had to put up a front to hide what he had just been doing. “Go to the nearest steakhouse and order me a filet mignon, medium-well.” He ordered, putting his hands in his pocket.

Gideon pulled out his wallet, stepping in front of your desk. He opened it, pulling out his credit card and handing it to you. “You can get yourself something too. Don't pick something too pricey, I'm not a charity fund.” He scoffed, watching carefully as you took the black card in your hand. Your eyes scanned over it, it felt odd holding such an item.

“Yes, sir. I just have one last thing to finish up and then I'll go grab it.” You smiled up at him the best you could, placing the card down on the desk. He raised his brow, but decided not to question it. He left your office and headed back into his office to continue his work while he waited for his food.

You finished up your last piece of work, grabbing the card as well as your phone and purse. You were unsure about spending his money on yourself, deciding it'd be better to pay separately.

You called a cab once you got down to the first floor after taking the elevator down. Getting in the car and telling the driver the address of the place.

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You arrived at the Steakhouse shortly, clutching your purse as you stepped inside. You headed up to the hostess, talking to her briefly. You wouldn't be dining in and just wanted to get the food to go.

“I need one order of filet mignon, cooked medium well with a baked potato as the side. I also need an order of 6 chicken tenders and french fries.” You told the hostess, she placed the order and you sat down to wait for the food.

It didn't take long at all, before you knew a bag was being carried out and handed to you. You took the bag, standing up and pulling out the little black card as well as yours to pay for the meal. You paid separately as you had planned, placing the receipt inside the bag.

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You were back at your office before you knew it, taking your food inside first. You removed your food and receipt from the bag, setting it down on your desk. You grabbed the bag and hauled it over to Gideon’s office, knocking on his door.

Gideon was suddenly snapped out of his work, his ears ringing briefly as he identified the knocking sound. “Come in!” He yelled towards the door, in a familiar tone he always used. You stepped inside, holding up the bag for him to see.

He looked pleased, waiting for you to bring it up to him. You stepped forward, placing the bag on his desk. You pulled out his card as well, returning it to him.

He smirked, glad you hadn't forgotten you still had his card. “You're dismissed.” He waved his hand, rudely telling you to leave him at once. You were a bit shocked but complied, leaving him to head back into your office to eat your food.

As he was satisfied with your exit he looked down at the bag, reaching towards it. He pulled the styrofoam box out, the receipt slipping on the floor. He watched it hit the ground, scooting his chair back to pick it up. He held the paper in his hand, reading over it carefully.

His expression quickly soured, not because of the price but because he saw the lack of an extra dish. He told you to buy yourself something with his card, the disobedience you displayed frustrated him for some reason. If anything he should be grateful you didn't want to use his money but for some reason a part inside of him was boiling.

He gritted his teeth, tossing the thin paper into the trash. What an ungrateful brat. He thought to himself, why was he so fixated on you? That was something even he couldn't figure out, his emotions towards you were an utter mess. He ate his lunch absentmindedly, barely able to enjoy the taste as his mind was full of you. You were so frustratingly considerate, purposely not using his card for yourself because you felt bad. He didn't know what was going on inside of himself but he needed the feeling to dull down, he couldn't focus with you weighing on his mind.

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Before you both knew it nightfall came, reminding the both of you that it was time to exit and head home. You checked the weather forecast, seeing that it was raining out. You panicked momentarily, realizing yoy hadn't brought an umbrella with you. Shit. You groaned, knowing you'd get soaked once you stepped outside.

You stood up from your desk, pulling your jacket on and over you. It didn't have a hood which only made this all the more worse. You headed out of your office, shutting off the light and locking the door. You headed down stairs, the elevator working a lot quicker than usual.

You stepped outside of the building and into the pouring rain, your clothes getting drenched in seconds. You crossed the street, sitting down under a covered area. You pulled out your phone, attempting to dial the cab company.

Suddenly Gideon stepped outside of the building, an umbrella over him, shielding him from the rain. He looked around, seeing you across the street. He groaned, cursing to himself under his breath. He didn't want to see you now, especially not like this. He felt bad for you, seeing you sitting all by yourself in the pouring rain.

His better judgement was starting to get the best of him, his moral compass working overtime. He would regret this. He crossed the street, standing over you within seconds. He heard his limo pull up, the driver waiting for him as he looked down on you. He grumbled, taking a minute to spit out his words

“Do you need a ride home?” He snapped, his tone harsh to cover up the fact that he actually cared. You looked up at him, unable to comprehend his question. <em> Did he really ask me that? <em> You looked up at him, taking a moment to consider his question. “I..If you're willing to, then yes.” You replied, feeling suddenly nervous.

He nodded, waiting for you to stand up. He turned towards his limo, letting you stand under his umbrella to avoid getting any more wet. Your jaw dropped at the signt of the limo, not having expected to ever ride in one. This expression did not get past Gideon, he snickered to himself and led you towards the vehicle. His hand finding the small of your back, the feeling was almost electric.

He opened the car door for you, allowing you to slide in first. He closed the umbrella, sliding in after you and shutting the door. You told the driver your address, looking around the car in awe. You sat as far away from your boss as possible, not purposely. Gideon didn't care though, but he had to do his best not to stare at you.

You turned to look at him, noticing his unbothered demeanor. “Thank you so much, Mr. Graves. Is there a way I can repay you?” You asked hesitantly, but you were so eager to make it up to him that he found it adorable.

Gideon sighed, looking at your face. He grinned, that condescending look on his face. “Just do your job, that's it.” He answered, his tone stern and unrelenting. He looked away from you, resting his hand on his chin. He ignored you the rest of the way to your house, only speaking up again to tell you bye when he dropped you off.

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You shuffled into your house, going to your bedroom and shucking off your clothes. You changed into some pajamas, going into the bathroom and taking off your makeup and jewlery.

Once that task was done you plopped onto the bed, wrapping yourself up in the blanket like a cocoon. You fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the long day of work.

Gideon got to his mansion, heading into the large singular person house. He threw off his blazer as he entered his bedroom, removing the rest of the clothes with his blazer. He stood bare in nothing but his boxers, rummaging through his options of silk pajamas.

Ultimately he settled on a light blue set, which he put on quickly. He climbed into his luxurious bed, covering himself with a thin shit as his blanket. He removed his glasses, setting them on his night stand. He laid on his back, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling. He was exhausted but his mind wouldn't let him rest, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Why? Why were you so appealing to him? He just couldn't understand. Sure you were good looking but that wasn't enough for him to justify the way he felt.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes and trying to fall asleep. His mind was flooded with moments of you from the day, how gorgeous you looked in that tight dress. He definitely wanted to see more of it. His mind kept reminding himself of how the skirt hugged your ass, showing it off perfectly.

He was beginning to feel aroused, quickly snapping himself out of this trance. He shut his eyes again, finally drifting off to sleep after a long unsuccessful attempt to.

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