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drabbles-mc · 10 months

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Gone Soft

Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: nursed back to health

Warnings: 18+, language, blood/injury, mild angst

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I've been tossing Tak around my head like a pinball for weeks now. Eventually I will get my thoughts and feelings about him together to do some longer fics and all sorts of stuff. But this was a nice little something to start writing him 😌

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He came to with a groan and a cough, which was about what you had expected. Well, for a little while there you were wondering if he was going to come to at all. But Tak wasn’t ever the type of man who stayed dead. Might go down for a year, or a decade, or a century, but he always came back around. Lucky for you, this time he didn’t really go down, and he was only out for a week.

You looked over at him from the chair you’d set up beside his bed. Your bed, but for now it was his. You watched the way his face contorted—exhaustion, confusion, pain, all in rapid succession. He shut his eyes tight for a moment before opening them up all the way. After a few long, slow blinks he finally turned his head to look around the room. The confusion faded slightly when he saw you sitting beside him.

“You’re back,” you said as you uncrossed your legs, leaning forward.

“Didn’t realize I left,” he grunted. He braced his palms against the mattress, went to try and push himself upright just enough to lean back against the headboard. He didn’t get very far before the pain shot through him again and he dropped back down flat onto the mattress. “Fuck.”

You shook your head, a small smile on your face. “Yea I’d just stay flat if I were you.”

“Thanks for the warning,” he said, still staring up at the ceiling. He brought his hands up to his face, dragging his fingers down as he wiped the last of the sleep from his eyes. “How long?”

You laughed. “Not like you were on ice, Tak.” He turned his head so that he was looking at you. Propping your elbows on your knees, you told him, “One week.”

“And it still hurts this fuckin’ bad?”

You laughed. “Imagine if you hadn’t been out.”

He groaned, letting his eyes shut again. “I’m going back to sleep.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Sure.”

He was already awake when you came in to check on him the next morning. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, wondering what he was thinking about. He knew you were there—it wasn’t like you’d been quiet. And even though he’d been put through the wringer you knew that his senses were still going to be sharper than most, sharp enough to have heard you the second you got up off the couch in the living room.

Flicking on the light, you stepped in. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at the groan he let out. “Like you didn’t know that was coming.” He turned his head so that he was looking at you. Not that you needed a reason to be popping in to check on him, but this time you actually did have one. Holding up the pack in your hand, you said, “Bandage change time.”

He let out a deep breath. “Right.”

Walking over, you peeled the blanket down off of him before sitting on the edge of the bed. For the first few seconds, your lingering stare could be written off as checking to make sure that everything was healing alright, the bruises, the cuts. But it didn’t take long for that excuse to run its course. Then you were just staring because you could.

When you finally made your eyes look into his, you found him already looking at your face. Despite the exhaustion and the pain, he still had that same stupid shit-eating smirk on his face. “Is it everything you remember?”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile that was creeping across your face. “Shut up. Just making sure you didn’t wake up with any new injuries.”

“Yea, I can see that.”

If he wasn’t already so beat up you would’ve given him a shove or clipped him on the side of the head. That seemed a little unfair given the circumstances. Rather than dignifying it with any kind of a response, you opted to start peeling away the bandages that were secured to his side and his chest.

“Couldn’t find me a sleeve that wasn’t beat to shit?” he asked, cringing slightly at the pull against his skin.

You shrugged. “Maybe. But I actually like this sleeve.” You paused, looking up at him until he locked eyes with you. “It’s pretty enough to make me forget how annoying your stack is.”

He chuckled at that, and you could feel the movement of his muscles beneath your fingertips. Somehow you managed not to fumble at the sensation of it, managed to keep a straight face. He could still sense the shift in you, though, because of fucking course he could. Whether or not you believed in Envoy Intuition was a moot point because Tak could read you like an open book and you had faith that he would be able to do that just as easily even if he wasn’t an Envoy.

“More work than it’s worth,” he said with a shake of his head.

Your eyes were back on his wounds again. They were already much better than they were when you’d managed to get him back to your place, but he was still a ways away from being healed. You didn’t have the money or the connections to get your hands on things that would heal him instantaneously. The selfish part of you in that moment didn’t mind it too much.

“I’m always in need of a good hobby,” you answered casually. You heard him chuckle at that and you looked back over at him. “But got it—next time I’ll let them throw you back on ice.”

He shrugged, and you knew that there was part of him that really would be that flippant about the prospect of going down again. Even if he wasn’t gonna come back for another couple hundred years. “No more hobby for you, then.”

You tried your best to reciprocate the energy. “I’m sure there are plenty of other broody men out there who need patching up.” Your expression shifted and you allowed yourself a moment of honesty even if Tak wouldn’t do the same in turn. “I would’ve found you a new sleeve if I thought I had to.”

His satisfied grin made you want to take it all back.

“Don’t,” you told him with a shake of your head.

“What?” he asked and even though you weren’t looking at him anymore you could still hear the smirk in his voice.

Rather than giving him the satisfaction of saying any of it out loud, you dumped disinfectant onto the gash across his stomach that hadn’t completely closed and started to scab over yet. He pushed the air out sharp between his teeth, hands balling into fists as he clutched your bedsheets between his fingers. He wasn’t looking at your face, eyes shut tight for a moment instead. When he finally pried his lids back open, he looked at you, able to just catch from the angle you were sitting that it was your turn to have a self-satisfied grin on your face.

“Feel better?” he asked, voice still strained as he worked his way through the sting.

“Who knew you’d gotten so soft, Tak?” you taunted with a smile.

“Wouldn’t be soft if you’d grabbed me a new sleeve.”

“You’d still be soft,” you joked. You paused, taking a moment to wipe away the excess medical alcohol on his stomach. “And if you wanted someone who could just grab you a new sleeve anytime you got yourself into a goddamn shoot-out,” you locked eyes with him, “should’ve been nicer to your Meth buddies.”

“They weren’t my buddies,” he said the word like it left a physical bad taste on his tongue.

“Did you tell them that?”

“I think the shooting might’ve said it for me.”

“You assume too much of them.” You said it with a chuckle, almost like it was a joke, but you didn’t have to be looking at him to know that he heard the truth in what you were saying.

It grew quiet between you again. You were more at ease than you thought you were going to be. Up until now, swapping out his bandages had been a solitary activity since he was still unconscious. You were expecting him to try and brush you off, try and take care of it himself. It crossed your mind, you found yourself hoping, that maybe this was progress. He was still tense beneath your touch, still sidestepping almost every chance at a real conversation with a joke or a snide remark. But he was letting you help. He was sitting still and he was letting you help. That was something.

“How often you been doing that?” he asked when you were done.

“First two days it was twice a day. Once the bleeding slowed it was just once a day.”

“Why?”

“So you didn’t get blood all over my sheets.”

He huffed out a short, quiet chuckle. “No. I mean, why put in all the effort?”

“What is your problem with this sleeve?” you asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Not about the sleeve.”

You paused, lips curling down into a small frown as you turned over his previous question in your mind. “Wish I could say I just didn’t want the guilty conscience.” You shook your head. “But unfortunately, I think that I care about you now.”

It got a brief, weak smile out of him. “Very unfortunate.”

“For both of us, apparently, since it means I’m gonna make sure you stay alive.”

He let his head drop and rest against the pillow. “Looks like I’m not the only one who got soft.”

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kayhi808 · 6 months

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This was an open tag that looked fun.

2023 Character Wrapped

Pick your top 9 characters for the past year.

Besides Billy...the rest are in no particular order.

1. Billy Russo

He's been #1 for years. My favorite sociopath 🥰

2. Bucky Barnes

My obsession went into overdrive after The Falcon & Winter Soldier came out.

3. Matt Murdock

How can you not love Daredevil? 😘

4. Takeshi Kovacs

Grumpy Envoy.

5. Barbie

I've loved Barbie since I was little. Her houses. Her clothes. Her cars. The movie was full of nostalgia for me.

6. Scary Barbie

As a grown woman, I related to this bitch even more. Ugh! She was the real deal!!

7. Bumblebee

I'm not a fan of kids. But this year I've been obsessed...OBSESSED with this little girl and her family. Created by @angrythingstarlight for a Bucky Barnes mafia AU. I've read her posts & asks multiple times.

8. Sam Wilson

I love him. I do. His sense of humor. His honor. His smile and long lashes. His fucking guns! Look at him! 🤤😛

9. Steve Rogers

He's a good guy. Genuinely good for the sake of being good. And he's eye candy. 🤪💕

Open tags but also no pressure 😁 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @zz-kennedy @jvanilly @snowkestrel @k-marzolf @e-dubbc11 @dreamlandcreations @fakehappy27 @mattmurdocksstarlight @munsonownsmyass @thefairywanderer

#tag games

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Rick Flag, Stephen Holder and Takeshi Kovacs 😏❤️

Thanks Sofie! This didn't take much thinking at all. I guess I've already spent too long considering it 😆❤️

Husband - Rick Flag. Rick is 100% husband material, as soon as you get him away from Task Force X. Retired!Rick is one of my favourite fantasies. Just imagine waking up to him every morning! 😭❤️

One Night Stand - Takeshi Kovacs. The sex would be mindblowing, but any more than a one night stand and I'd probably be fearing for my life 🔥😆

Best Friend - Stephen Holder. Holder would make the perfect best friend, always there to cheer you up after a tough day at work, and threatening to arrest anyone who broke your heart.

Husband, one night stand, best friend

#husband one night stand best friend #Rick Flag #takeshi kovacs #stephen holder #ask game #ask away

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helldwells · 12 days

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#HELLDWELLS ⸻ a highly selective, slow-paced, independent blog for elias ryker from altered carbon, with reminiscences of the show & books albeit the character is not quite developed and thus will be extremely headcanon based with original characteristics and backstory. elias does have smidgens of takeshi kovacs, as the body was a sleeve for the latter. multi-verse and crossover friendly: elias does have the facility to be inserted in a variety of environments and scenarios. inspirations are taken from cyberpunk 2077, john wick, sin city, the godfather, kill bill and pulp fiction.

current verses: altered carbon, cyberpunk 2077, modern

cherished and loved by joo, she / her, androgynous, established may '24.

an in-depth study on: ethical steadfastness, vulnerability, and complex relationships. the exploration of the broader philosophical questions and moral dilemmas. the desire to seek revenge. struggling with one's own identity. substance abuse as a means to find solace.

CARRD . SETTRIGH . PSD & ICON . BANNERS

temp rules:

001. this is an independent, selective and private blog that accepts any kind of writing style except one-liners ( unless it is stated and discussed with the partner ). for my own comfort, my selectivity in following and following back doesn't depend on aesthetics, the lack of graphics nor writing style ㅡit depends on interpretations, on content that i might not feel comfortable with and if the MUN behind the blog is underage. if you are not 21+ please do not follow me

002. triggering content will be brought up and quite often presented ( violence, emotional trauma, horror, gore... ). everything will be tagged accordingly ㅡin case a tag is missing please do let me know and i will make sure to tag the post properly. i will not interact with those who explore topics that contain incest, sexual assault, sexual harassment, pedophilia, and others equally disturbing. this is a safe space for me and for others.

003. i would appreciate it if you don't reblog memes and games i post and instead use the source blog for that matter. my notifications/activity tend to get clustered because of that and i end up losing important notifications related to tags and replies to my threads.

004. always appreciated but solely when chemistry exists and when there is already a solid development or well-discussed ideas. shipping is not my priority ㅡ i would like to explore my muse from all different directions and explore their past too. there are countless bonds that i also would love to explore, not always focused on romantic feelings.

005. i will always have verses up in order to facilitate interactions with others and i'm definitely open to discussing alternate verses with my rp partners and create one if necessary.

006. all of the three are created by me unless i give the source to where i got the content. please don't use them without permission, we are all here to have fun and to be creative and imaginative.

007. it's possible that sometimes I write long replies, but never feel the pressure to match my writing nor the pressure to reply right away. it's also OKAY to drop a thread with me! however, let me know so i can remove it from my list of current threads. i too have a very busy schedule and i may take weeks to write, so please, take your time too.

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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The Raven

Takeshi Kovacs x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: murder, insinutations to smut, injuries, drinking

Author’s Note: he !!!!!!!! HE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway enjoy

I was gonna wait to post this but I feel like you guys deserve it so here you go lmao

Summary: You and Takeshi both stay at the Raven and get to know each other.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You ran your hand through your hair as you stepped into the Raven. You held your side, feeling the blood seep through your fingers. Poe materialized behind the counter, his eyebrow raised.

“What happened to you?” he asked curiously. You shrugged, a weak smile on your face.

“Nothing that won’t be fixed with a hot shower and a glass of bourbon,” you said through gritted teeth. Poe nodded and walked around the desk and over to the bar. You leaned against the counter, trying not to bleed all over it as you waited.

“Should I provide medical assistance?” he asked. You shook your head.

“I can handle myself.” Poe walked back over to you and handed you the glass. You took it and downed it in one drink. The liquid stung your throat as it always did but it was a welcome feeling after everything you had been through. “I’ll be taking that shower now,” you said as you put the glass down. You were about to turn when you noticed Poe’s face. He looked like he was trying to muster the courage to tell you something. “Are you kicking me out?”

“No!” he said much too quickly. That meant one thing. There was something that might make you want to leave. You raised an eyebrow.

“Spit it out Poe.” He let out a sigh.

“I have another guest.” You scoffed.

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t be so surprised. I run a very nice establishment.” You nodded. You had been the only customer at the Raven for months. It started as just wanting to go under the radar then you ended up liking it there. No one ever came. Poe was good company. You paid a monthly fee instead of a nightly one, he liked you so much.

“Anyone I should know?” you asked, wondering if it was one of your old enemies out to get you here. You hoped it wasn’t. You had no desire to leave. You would have to find a whole new space and you had grown comfortable here.

“No unless you keep friends with Envoys.” Your eyes opened wide and you forgot about the pain in your abdomen.

“An Envoy here? Well Poe, I can’t say you’re boring,” you said and then the pain was back. “As much as I would love to learn more, I really have to stitch this. What room are they in?”

“I can’t disclose that information,” he said. You scoffed, pushing yourself off the desk you were leaning on.

“Come on Poe.”

“I can’t. It’s in my mainframe.” You rolled your eyes.

“Are they on my floor?” He thought about it for a moment and then nodded gently, giving in.

“He is.” You smiled to yourself.

“He. Good to know.” You started to walk toward the elevator. “See you tomorrow Poe!” He waved to you, a fond smile on his face. He wondered if you would like Takeshi. He laughed quietly in the empty room. Takeshi would like you. He didn’t like many people but he imagined Takeshi would quite like you.

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You brushed through your wet hair gingerly, still in pain from the stitches you had given yourself. Thankfully it wasn’t anything bad. You imagined it wouldn’t bother you at all in a couple months. You looked out the large window in your room and put your hair brush down. You deserved a few hours of shut eye. Maybe you could even sleep in tomorrow if no one came in to try and kill you.

Your mind lingered on the Envoy you were sharing a building with. You didn’t think any existed anymore.

You were about to shut the blinds down so the night sky couldn’t be seen anymore when you noticed something. Smoke. You took your hand off the blinds button and walked to the far side of the window, squinting.

Cigarette smoke coming from the building. So close it probably came from the room next to you. You scoffed. Poe put the Envoy in the room next to you. You imagined him, trying to picture what he may look like. A deadly killer.

You smiled gently to yourself and closed the blinds.

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Takeshi shrugged on his pants. The girl Poe had sent up had left ages ago but he had just now gotten around to putting his clothes back on. Tak ran his hand through his hair, taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. He stared out into the city around him, watching the lights turn on in the buildings. The sun had just risen.

The room was so silent he heard the door open next door and shut closed. He perked up. He figured he was the only person staying in the Raven. What kind of person would stay here? Other than him.

He blew out some smoke and walked to the door, opening it without a second thought. You were walking down the hall away from him. He caught only the back of you as you turned the corner.

“Yeah, yeah I’m on my way. Let me at least eat breakfast,” you said into the phone you were holding up. Breakfast. That sounded good. He was pretty sure Poe would make him a complimentary breakfast if he asked.

He tossed on a shirt and jacket as he put out his cigarette before going to the elevator. He found you were still waiting, the door opening only as he approached. He had figured he would get a better look at you downstairs but in the elevator was fine too. You hung up the phone and stepped in. He soon followed, making you jump.

You looked over at him, meeting his eyes. The Envoy. He looked uninterested. But handsome. You had to imagine that wasn’t actually his actual sleeve but the one picked out for him had been a good one.

You hit the button for the first level. The doors closed.

“I didn’t think anyone else was staying here,” he said. Even his voice was enticing. You shrugged.

“I was here first.” He smiled a bit.

“Why are you staying at an AI-run hotel?”

“Why are you?” He nodded. He wasn’t getting an answer. That was fine. “Y/N,” you said, not offering a last name. You had to force yourself not to look at him. He thought about giving you only his last name, as he tended to do with people he didn’t trust.

“Takeshi.”

The elevator doors opened, revealing Poe on the other side waiting for you both. His eyes went wide.

“Friends already?” he asked. You scoffed.

“How many rooms does this place have Poe? You could have put us on separate floors at least,” you said, walking forward. Takeshi stepped out as well.

“I like to keep you close in case help is needed.”

“Why would help be needed?” Takeshi asked. Poe eyed him. You eyed both of them. Whatever Takeshi was here for, you imagined it was dangerous.

“Well you’re both high class people. I’m being precautious,” Poe said.

“Breakfast?” you asked Takeshi. He had things to do. He had things to do. He had to leave this place and go find answers, manipulate people, understand the world around him. He didn’t need breakfast.

“I like my eggs over easy.” Poe nodded, smiling.

He knew Takeshi would like you.

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You had been trying to just go about your day of crime, not think about some man. That wasn’t your style. You didn’t dwell on anything. You couldn’t afford to. You had jobs to do, people to get rid of.

But Takeshi and you had a nice breakfast. Neither of you gave much up about yourselves but it was nice. Talks of the weather, joking about Poe. Simple things.

You walked back into the Raven that night late, like you usually did. You didn’t have any injuries this time around, thankfully. You holstered your gun when you walked in and smiled at Poe.

“You look much better today,” he commented.

“I am. No need for stitches.”

“Your companion doesn’t look as good,” Poe commented offhandedly. You squinted.

“My com-” You scoffed. “Takeshi is not my companion. We just stay at the same hotel,” you explained.

“And share eggs.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Came back today looking awful. Though I’m not allowed to let anyone up in his room myself.”

“I never asked you to let me into his room.” You met Poe’s eyes. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

You rode the elevator up to your floor. You walked down the hallway and paused at your door. You put your hand on the handle and kept it there for a moment. Takeshi didn’t need you to help clean up his messes. Breakfast had been fine but it had been brief.

You looked over at his door.

“Damn Poe,” you whispered to yourself, sure he could hear you somehow. You walked to Takeshi's door and knocked. There was some light shuffling and then the door opened. He was standing shirtless before you, a stitching needle in his arm as it bled.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“According to Poe, it’s you I can help,” you said. You gestured to the half stitched injury. “I’m pretty good at that if you want company that isn’t an AI desperate to tear your pants off.” He thought about it for a second. You figured he would turn you down. He didn’t need your help, you knew that. He was perfectly capable. But you had to ask.

He opened the door further and you nodded once, stepping inside. You hadn’t seen any other rooms but yours. It looked like the exact same, minus some touches. He had out bandages and things on the table. He sat down at the chair and you sat down in the one beside him.

“I’ve never been good at stitching,” he admitted.

“We all have our faults,” you said quietly. You scooted the chair closer to him so you could get a better look. Your knee was between his leg and his knee was between yours. You tried not to focus on it. You ran your finger over his bicep and took the needle from him. “What happened?” He gave you a look. “Alright. I understand.” You started to work and remained silent.

Takeshi watched your focused gaze.

“You are good at that,” he said after a couple quiet minutes. You smiled, not looking at him because you were too tuned in.

“I’ve had to learn.” You finished up and leaned back, lifting your shirt enough to show him your stitched abdomen. He leaned back and nodded.

“You’re better company than the AI’s.”

“Don’t say that too loud. Poe has ears everywhere,” you whispered, laughing a bit.

“I don’t think I can hurt his feelings. He’s an AI.” You rolled your eyes.

“They have feelings,” you argued. You stood up. “I hope that heals nicely,” you said gently.

“It will,” he said.

“Goodnight Takeshi.” You started towards the door.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” You turned back to him and nodded.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

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You didn’t know much about Takeshi but he did open up over the next couple days. You had spent mornings and nights together but you always retreated to your separate rooms before sleeping. You had told him a little about yourself and he shared more about himself.

You liked him.

He liked you.

You sat on his bed, looking out the window.

“I think that building is a sleeve manufacturer,” you said, pointing to one of the tall buildings. He raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was a cosmetics place.” “Same thing Tak.” He laughed, rolling his eyes. He was laying on the bed, his hands behind his head.

“The one next to it is run by an asshole.” He poured himself a drink off the bottle on his bedside table. You took it from him before he could get a sip, taking a swig and then handing it back to him.

“They’re all run by assholes,” you muttered.

“Is that why you run around killing them?”

“Hey, I wasn’t able to fight in a war against them. It’s the best I can do,” you said honestly. He pursed his lips and shrugged.

“I’d say you’re doing a halfway decent job,” he admitted.

“I try.”

You looked over at him, meeting his eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mention the new cut over your eye but it’s bleeding and now I feel I have to mention it.” He brought a finger up to his eyebrow, looking at the blood. “This sleeve,” he muttered.

“At least it’s pretty,” you said as you got up, grabbing a bandage and coming back to him. You sat down beside him and leaned forward, wiping the blood away and put the bandage on him.

“I can do that,” he said.

“You say that every time I do something and yet you let me keep going,” you muttered. You made sure it was alright and looked him in the eye. You quickly looked away, not letting yourself linger in his eyes. He was too dangerous and he slept with the AI in the building and he killed-

He kissed you before you could finish the thought and it all went out the window because he was a really good kisser. He cupped your cheek, grabbing you around the waist. He moved you closer to him so you were practically in his lap. He sat up and his hands moved down your back.

You pulled away but he kept kissing down your neck as you leaned over the bedside table, hitting the button and closing the blinds.

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Poe had made the eggs at the same time he did every day. He had always made them for you and just decided to add Takeshi’s when he made yours. It was simple and you were always punctual.

Except today.

He waited patiently and twenty minutes after you usually came down, you and Takeshi entered the ground floor. You yawned, rubbing your neck.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m not complaining Kovacs,” you said. Poe smiled.

“How was your night? The eggs are cold, you’re both late.” Takeshi sat down, taking a drink of the cup Poe left out.

“It was a good night,” he said.

“A decent night,” you teased.

“You sleep well?” Poe asked politely. You nodded stiffly, hiding a smile.

“Very well.”

“You both know I know everything that happens in my hotel right?” Poe asked. Takeshi shrugged.

“Then you should have known when we would come down,” Takeshi said.

“And you should have known it was Takeshi’s fault,” you said.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he muttered. Poe smiled.

“I know you two would like each other.”

#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs imagines

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babblydrabbly · 2 years

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AND the Takashi angst as well!! - 🦦 anon again

Imagine living in Bay City, being the child of one of the richest men there. From the very second your father thinks you need one, you get a bodyguard named Takashi assigned to you. Despite him being indifferent to you at first, your assertiveness and quick wit quickly endears him to you, and you take pride in being one of the only people who can get a (suppressed) laugh out of Tak. The only concern about you and Tak is that you sometimes worry you’re just a job to him and nothing else, even though he says that’s not the case every time you vent to him.

You argue with your father for years over your future, and while you’re able to put it off for years, he eventually puts his foot down and forces you into an arranged marriage. Even though Takashi has been trained to never give anything away, the tic in his jaw and the way he looks at everything in the room but you gives away how he feels when you tell him this. Tak knows you don’t have a say in the matter, but when you ask if he’ll still protect you after the wedding, he just can’t help the impulse to make you feel the way he does, responding with “I guess I have to. You’re my job.”

He pretends he doesn’t see the hurt in your eyes when he says it. He pretends he can’t hear you crying in your room when you excuse yourself immediately after. And, despite feeling sick to his stomach every time the wedding comes up, Takashi pretends he doesn’t care about you, or the ache in his heart, when he sees you walk down the isle to somebody who isn’t him.

takeshi kovacs x reader - bodyguard au imagine

Imagine in the beginning you give Takeshi a run for his money. His indifference is infuriating, because you didn't want this figure quietly shadowing you everywhere you go in the first place. He never offers judgement, but you always assume it's there.

So you're always running from him, trying to get him into trouble. A chess game of out maneuvering each other, and Takeshi is obviously more than just some hired muscle. It takes almost a decade for the two of you to go from bodyguard and charge, to friends, to the mutual pining that lasts even longer.

You have your down days. You live a lonely life. Takeshi is probably your only true friend. Your games with him are sharp, but never cruel. The games other Meths your age play have often left you crying, and Takeshi has to bite his tongue and grip his fists under his folded arms whenever you tell him what they get up to.

He knows there's part of you that always wonders where he would go if he wasn't tied to you. He's assured you that he's fine with his place at your side, but there's more to it than that after awhile. He's always wanted to tell you he wouldn't go anywhere if the choice was up to him. But he stays silent on that matter, ever the dutiful guard.

Takeshi's stomach drops for the first time in centuries when he hears your shouting match with your father. It's clear the subject upsets you, but when you tell him what happened, Takeshi can already feel himself pulling away. He has to. Otherwise he might just break. He shuts down when you give him that look: Your eyes so glassy and full of so many unspoken things for him. He reminds himself and you- whatever this was, it was never going to happen. He steels up and forces himself to look away from your crumpling face.

He hopes you hate him for it. Because the alternative will get you both in trouble. Can't you see the longer you put off getting married, the sooner your father will find out the real reason why? They'll kick Takeshi right out of the Aerium. He'll fall from your grace- from you- and then he'll really never get to be with you.

But at least this way he'll still be by your side, there to protect you. Your silent shadow.

You marry, and do your best to move on from that love that never got to take root. Takeshi serves your family for centuries in silence. Serves you, first and foremost. After years and years, Takeshi Kovacs would follow you anywhere, and he wouldn't accept a single credit for it.

Because nothing's worth more than the glances. The brief touches as he helps you out of your car, or away from crowded rooms when he knows you need your space. No one, not even your spouse, knows you like he does. And when you have children, Takeshi can't even resent the way you love and care for them the way no other Meth he's ever seen does.

It's a silent torture to know you still love him, too. But after all this time, he knows neither of you will ever make a move. The game was over long ago. This arrangement will simply have to do.

#takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs x you #Joel kinnaman fanfiction #mywords*#anon #ask #imagines #takeshi kovacs imagines #[spiderman pointing meme] hoW COULD U ANON #angst

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badboysdoitbetter · 6 years

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The Hotel Room

Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs x Reader

Summary: You came with Takeshi to follow up on a lead, but there were some... complications along the way.

Requested: yes. “Okay this is my last takeshi x fem reader request lol. #109,#154, and #158 thanks love.”

A/N: I decided to make it (mostly) platonic, but I’m sorry if you wanted more romance. Also, I’m not proud of this, but I wanted to get something out for everyone who was waiting for an imagine.

Check out my prompt list here

109.“ Why are you naked? ”

154.“ There’s only one bed… ”

158. “ This is awkward. ”

A normal woman, your life was turned upside down the day Takeshi Kovacs burst into your house, demanding answers to your threatening message against Laurens Bancroft.

The moment he stepped into the small apartment and his head was bashed in with a frying pan, he knew you were different from the other women your age. He watched disoriented as you screamed at him to leave you alone, he watched as you shoved him out, slamming the door right in front of him.

He’d seen you only days after your last encounter, attempting to beat up a group of thugs who tried to take your purse. Helping you take out the last few, you guys ended up being a pretty good team.

Six months later, the two of you were close friends, residing under the same roof.

Sharing a house with an Envoy was bad enough. You couldn’t even imagine having to share a room.

°°°

“Tak,” You started, unloading your bags from the taxi, “You haven’t even told me why we’re here.”

He told you there was a lead in his case, so shrugging, you quickly grabbed onto your suitcases and made your way into the hotel, of course, managed by one of Poe’s follow AI friends.

As you walked into the dimly lit lobby, your eyes wandered to the digital clock on the right-hand side of your head, reading “12:55 am”.

You yawned, and the Envoy finally noticed your tired eyes and slow movement.

Without a sound, he grabbed your bags in one hand, placing the room key into his other as he immediately began walking towards the elevator.

“Tak!” You shouted, “Wait for me!”

°°°

Letting out a sigh of relief as you finally made it to the room, you grabbed the white key card, waiting for the red light on the door handle to turn green.

As it did just that, you twisted to the handle to the door, pushing it open.

“Ah, crap.”

Looking at the single bed in the middle of the room, surrounded by a nicely colored wallpaper and a nightstand, you couldn’t help but let your reaction show.

“There’s only one bed,” Takeshi stated, blank-faced.

Snapping back, a blush on your face you replied.

“You think I don’t see that?”

“I’ll probably be out until tomorrow morning anyway, so you can go to sleep now if you need it.”

“Thanks, Tak, but you sure you’ll be ok on your own?”

The blonde nodded, walking towards the door, and within a moment, he was gone, closing the door behind him.

°°°

Getting out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your head, enjoying the freedom of being alone for once.

You walked around the room, searching for your clothes.

Bent over, you didn’t realize someone had come in, and if you hadn’t turned around, you most likely wouldn’t have noticed the eyes raking over your body, hungrily.

“Why are you naked?”

You screamed as you threw the towel onto Takeshi, whose disembodied voice you had just heard.

In the midst of running into the bathroom in shock, you had forgotten the clothes you’d just went to grab from your suitcase.

“Um… Takeshi?” The said man came to the door, listening through the small crack of the door you had opened. “Could you uh, get me my clothes?”

He let out a hearty laugh before grabbing the pile from a nightstand.

Hearing the click of the lock, the door opened slowly.

“I’ll take the floor, you can take the bed.”

“No, it’s ok… We can share, Tak. I know this case is stressing you out enough as it is.” Again, he gave you a genuine smile, finding your empathy for others… cute.

Climbing into bed, Takeshi quickly slipped off his shirt and threw it onto the ground next him. He patted the bed, motioning for you to come over.

Doing as he nonverbally asked, you climbed in beside him closely, albeit still leaving a decent amount of room in between the two of you.

As the time passed, you laid awake, the sounds of unsteady breathing filled the room.

“This….” Takeshi started, “This is awkward.”

Replying with a ‘yes’, you leaned away further, nearing the edge of the bed, but before you could move any further two arms wrapped around you. “As long as we’re sharing a bed, we might as well be comfortable.”

“Are you sure this is ok?”

Shifting impossibly closer to you, he didn’t answer you. His lashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep.

Hearing his breath slow down, you whispered gently.

“Good night, Takeshi.”

“Night, (Y/N).”

°°°

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faebirdie · 2 years

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Bionic Exile: Chapter 12

Series Masterlist / Personal Masterlist

Summary: Takeshi goes on his first mission with the squad and you just try to cope.

Coauthor: @lacontroller1991

Warnings: canon complicit violence, mind manipulation, lots of angst, cursing

Word Count: 2,561

The ride back to the apartment is silent aside from Rick’s fingers tap, tap, tapping against the steering wheel to the soft music.

“You know he’ll be fine, right?” You glance over to him at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, I know he’ll be fine. Of course he will,” A shaky breath cuts you off, “But what if he’s not?” Rick takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, lighting kissing your knuckles.

“Why don’t we watch a movie when we get home? One of those cheesy action flicks you like.”

“That sounds great.”

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“So does she ever get confused on who’s who when it comes to sex,” Harley asks, completely unprompted, “Come on McSteamy, I’m talking to you.” “Do you do this to Rick?”

“She does it to everyone,” DuBois replies, looking over to where Harley sits, now singing along to a song playing only in her head, rocking her body to the unheard beat causing Takeshi to raise his eyebrow at DuBois, silently asking for an explanation. Robert sighs. “She does that too.”

“Great,” he grumbles, mindlessly fidgeting with the rifle Rick had given him along with the armorer. He had wanted to use his own weapons that he brought from Bay City, but Waller and Rick had immediately vetoed that. “Have you guys been briefed yet?”

“Flag normally does that while we’re on our way!” Harley yells into the mic of her headset and Tak has to stop himself from cringing.

“There’s a threat. We’re going to take it out. Simple as that.”

“That’s not much of a plan, mate.”

“Form one. I could do this by myself but Waller sent you guys with me.” Tak looks away, deep in thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe it’ll get back to Waller and she’ll pull him off the task force, but for some reason, Tak can’t bring himself to care. Until he pictures your disapproving face. “Look, we’ll form two teams, flank the combatant on either side and hold positions. Do whatever you gotta do but make sure it’s dead.”

—-------

Rick’s arm inches closer and closer around your shoulders, but he’s not really sure how to approach your still frame. He had thought that one on one time with you and only you would be fun, but the way you hug yourself as you stare mindlessly at the tv proves otherwise and he’s about had it.

“Are you like this when I’m gone?” The question stirs you out of your thoughts, pulling your attention towards the man next to you.

“What?”

“Are you like this when I’m gone,” he gestures to the way you perch yourself on the couch, your phone within a reaching distance. “Are you this cold with Tak?”

Your eye twitches. How dare he ask something like that? “You really don’t have a damn clue.”

Rick softens at your tone, a sudden reminder of how scared you’ve been each time he’s left in the past. “I’m trying to learn. Please, talk to me. Say something,” Rick begs, gripping onto your arm as you thaw with his touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“When you’re gone, I cry myself to sleep. Recently, yes. In Tak’s arms. But that doesn’t make it better. I’m afraid to fall asleep because all I see when I dream are memories of last year. Everytime I try to shut my eyes, I just see you on the stretcher in that damn hospital with those tubes and wires sticking out of you every which way and me in the background, watching helplessly as they saved your life. Not able to do a damned thing. I wake up each night you’re gone, screaming for you. Terrified. And I have only been able to just slightly calm down after Tak holds me and reminds me that you are still here. And even then, in the back of my mind, I know that can always change. Now I have to deal with that for both of you.” You pull a gasp of air into your lungs, only able to judge how long you’ve been ranting by your need for oxygen, “This, me just sitting here, not talking is nothing, Rick. So please, just try to be understanding,” you crawl onto Rick’s lap and wrap around him, burying your head in his neck as his arms wrap around you. “I just want you both to be safe.”

Rick presses a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back. “He’s going to be fine, baby. We’re both going to be fine.”

—-------

Tak is not fine. Far from it in fact. Never in all his years of training with Quell and CTAC had he seen such a disarray of chaotic fighting, but what he sees here in the streets of Havana has him questioning all sanity. “Quinn, get the fuck down!” Takeshi’s voice booms as he dives to his right, tumbling across the asphalt and just barely escaping a large truck being thrown towards them. Where the fuck did that even come from? Harley isn’t as lucky. She gets decked by the corner of the vehicle and crashes onto the hood of a nearby car. Tak watches then as one of the army rangers that had been sent along with the squad gets picked up by an unseen force and hurled against a nearby building. His body slumps to the ground limply though Tak is unable to tell whether he is dead or just unconscious.

“Fuck.” Managing to pull his bruised and sore body up from the ground, Takeshi moves quickly to position himself behind a flipped over van where he will have at least partial cover before angling his rifle towards the creator of all of this chaos. Standing in the middle of the destroyed street is a pale man dressed in completely drab clothing except for the black glove on his right hand, which glows with a bizarre purple light. Tak aims straight for the man's head, but once again can’t believe his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The bullets swerve around his adversary. Round after round somehow manages to miss their target, but they do get his attention. The man, tall and lanky, then turns to Tak and begins to take short, precise steps towards him. Tak throws the rifle down and grabs two knives from their holsters on his side. “Come on then, you motherfucker.”

With a swipe of his attacker's gloved hand as he nears, the car Tak stands behind is lifted and heaved towards his head, just high enough for the envoy to duck and avoid.

“Is that all you got?” He spits out and stands back up to his full height, before taking a step forward.

The person steps back with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with anger as he raises his arm outwards and points a finger in Tak’s direction.

“Not in the slightest.”

—-------

Rick places his card over the scanner, granting him and you access to an unused room. After much convincing on your part, Rick finally caved and agreed to let you watch the mission. Normally, it’s classified unless you were on the comms team, but how could he say no to your pleading eyes.

“These computers should still be functional. We can’t stay here for long though, darlin’. We’re only here to see how he’s holding up. Right?”

You stand behind Rick, Takeshi’s coat wrapped around your body as you nod your head. Realistically, you know your Envoy is fine, but with any mission, there is always the nagging feeling that accompanies you. And this being his first with the team makes it all the worse. “Yeah, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”

Rick nods, typing in his own code and pulling up the surveillance in the area. Shock and confusion begin to set in at the scene playing out in front of you both. “What the fuck is he doing just standin’ there?”

You easily push Rick to the side and stare down at the screen, the hacked security cam footage showing you two small figures who appear to be Takeshi and the enemy standing across from each other, a purplish light surrounding the Envoy who stands completely still in his spot. Your brows furrow together as you bang the computer with your fist, hoping the signal is simply frozen. Rick is quick to pull your hands away from the screen as he calms you and points to the corner. “This is live feed, darlin’. See?” your eyes follow his movement and see some trash rolling in the breeze, but still, Tak and the person remain still.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t he moving?”

“I don’t know, maybe it has somethin’ to do with that thing on his hand?” A shiver runs down your spine and you wish you were there with him, helping him, instead of watching him fight on a screen from thousands of miles away. Placing your hand on the screen, you lean your head on the box as a tear slips out.

“Please come back to me.”

—-------

Tak feels foggy. Like he’s out of place. He knows he’s walking down a corridor in Belle Reve, but he can’t seem to remember why or how he got there. His hands are stuffed in his jacket pockets and his head hangs low. It all feels off. As he continues to walk down the hallway, he’s quick to spot you and Rick, walking side by side and holding hands. “Hey Flag, (Y/N)!” He jogs down the hall towards the pair of you, who he’s surprised make no move to greet him. Coming to a stop in front of the both of you, a frown falls on his face when he sees the way you stare at your shoes, refusing to look at him and then Rick’s clenching jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Rick is the first to face the Envoy, pushing you behind his large frame and grabbing a fistful of Tak’s jacket, hoisting the man into the air. What the hell? Tak thinks to himself as Rick scowls. “Who the fuck do you think you are showing your face around here? You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”

Tak quickly break’s Rick’s hold on him and shoves the special ops agent back, giving them space. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” his eyes tear away from Rick and fall onto you. “Baby? What’s going on?”

You step out from behind Rick, and push your hair back; dark sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, and a pale complexion adorn your face, way different than the one that usually greets Tak. “If I’d known it would always be her, I would’ve kicked you back through the portal myself. I don’t want you around me, Kovacs. Leave me alone, you’ve already done enough damage.” You start to walk away and Tak tries to reach out but is blocked by Rick’s solid frame.

“Look murderer, she told you to leave her alone. Now leave. Her. Alone.” Rick shoves Takeshi back as Tak’s thoughts race. What the fuck is going on? What did I do? Why does this feel wrong?

“(Y/N). Don’t leave. I love you!” Tak falls to his knees, a heavy weight crushing down on him and making it impossible to breathe. His hazel eyes fall to the floor and barely catch the top of your shoes. “You ruined that, Kesh. I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.” With that, you take Rick’s hands and walk away and out of Takeshi’s life.

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Harley’s vision slowly starts to come back to her, though still hazy, as she coughs up dust, rubble laying all across her body and her javelin laying in the dirt next to her. Is everything over? Sliding off the hood of the car, she surveys the scene. It’s calm. Too calm. Grabbing the javelin, she starts to skip on the road, the metal weapon swinging back and forth in her hand and despite her joyous attitude, there was still a weird atmosphere. Rounding the corner, she easily spots the cause of the tension.

In the middle of the road their clearly not dead enemy stands over Tak who sits on his knees in a daze, a purple haze clouding him. “What the fuck?” Harley looks down in her hands to her javelin and shrugs. If she can save Flag, she can save Flag 2.0.

Sneaking around the pair, she crouches down beside a rock and peers over. “Why is he not fighting?” Her blue eyes scroll down the elongated weapon. “Should I save him? I think I should.” After a minute, she shrugs and starts creeping up to the person, keeping a low profile and clenching onto her javelin. “He betta like me after this.”

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Tak stares down at his hands covered in blood. What has he done? A hand finds a place on his shoulder causing him to look up, a familiar face greeting him. “You did good, Kesh. I knew you could do it.”

“What did you do? What the fuck did you do?” He stands to his full height and looks down at his sister who smiles with a gleam in her eyes.

“What you’ve always wanted to do. You just finally did it,” she shrugs and gestures to the hall, bodies laying across the floor. Tak’s eyes go wide and he feels like he’s going to puke. He carefully steps over each and every body until a hand sticking up among the rest catches his eyes.

“No, no, no, no.” He crashes to his knees and shoves the bodies aside until he finds yours, eyes wide and dull as blood pours from your mouth. He quickly drags you out from under the bodies and cradles your head to his chest and looks up at Reileen. “What the fuck did you do?!”

Reileen laughs and crouches down, pulling up one of Tak’s hands and showing the bloody knuckles. “I think the question is, what did you do?”

—-------

Harley stands behind the man and taps him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Hey, let go of him, he’s had enough.” She swings the javelin across the side of his face causing him to lose focus and let go of whatever hold he had Tak in. Harley races to Tak’s side and throws the javelin down. Grabbing a hold of either side of Tak’s face, she tried to shake him awake. “Come on hotstuff, wake up.”

The enemy beside them groans in pain but before he could sit up, DuBois has a foot on his gloved hand and a gun aimed at him. “Uh uh, I don’t think so.”

Harley ignores her teammates as she slaps Tak’s face a couple of times, but to no avail. “He won’t wake up! He betta not die! (Y/N) will kill us!” She continues to slap his face as DuBois pulls the glove off of the bloody faced man and places him into a pair of restraints.

“Relax, he’s probably just unconscious.”

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“You’re a monster. You know that?” Wake up, Takeshi. You’re dreaming.

“We’re the monsters, Kesh. We were designed to kill and you did what you’re best at. You killed the enemy.” This isn’t real. Wake up.

“No, I killed my love. You made me kill her. You’re the enemy.” Tak scowls at Reileen as she shrugs, picking at her cuticles.

“When will you realize that we are killing machines? It’s what we do. She was just a bystander who got in the way. Now come, brother. We have work to do.” Reileen stands up and starts to walk down the hallway but stops when she realizes that her twin isn’t following her. “Come on, now.” Tak shakes his head, his arms holding your dead body close to his. “No. I’m done following you around. I’m not going anywhere.” “Keshi, please. Please come with me,” Reileen begs, holding out her hand for him to take but he shakes his head.

“No. I’m staying right here. You’ll have to leave without me.” That’s right. Now wake up.

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Probably, but I’d rather stay here than go anywhere with you.” Reileen storms out in a blind rage as Tak continues to cradle your face to his chest. Looking down at you, he wipes some of the blood off your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

—-------

Tak jolts awake in a panic and shoots straight up. He looks around and sees the team standing around him with the target in cuffs. Without allowing himself a moment to clear his head, Takeshi marches over to where DuBois is holding the man. “Let me talk to him.” DuBois moves out of the way and hands Tak the instrument that put Tak under. Gripping onto the collar, he stares the person in the eyes. “What did you do to me?” The man chuckles, spitting in Tak’s face but Tak doesn’t flinch.

“I know your deepest fear now. It will come to pa-” Tak doesn’t let the man finish before he places his own gun - that he had in fact snuck onto the plane - underneath his chin and pulls the trigger, blowing the man’s brains to bits. The squad merely watches in shock. Flag would never do that. But then again, Takeshi is not Rick Flag. He’s Takeshi Lev Kovacs. Which no one on the team would ever doubt again after this.

“Wow, that was bad ass!” Harley comments and this time Tak gives her a nod in acknowledgement. Still shaken up, he grabs his weapons and the tech and starts toward the carrier with only one thought on his mind, to get home to you.

“Let’s go home.”

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theartofimagining13 · 2 years

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Imagine:

When Takeshi Kovacs lost you, the pain was almost unbearable, and then he learned that there was an underground scientist and manufacturer named Niander Wallace who built replicants. Niander warned Takeshi about the grave consequences he could face for doing this which was illegal, but he didn’t care, he just wanted you back no matter what.

#Jeez... worlds colliding huh?#Imagine Niander Wallace #Niander Wallace #Takeshi Kovacs #Imagine Takeshi Kovacs #Joel Kinnaman #Jared Leto #Imagine

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coconutstars · 2 years

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Jealous

Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs + reader summary: Tak finds your jealousy very charming. A/N: Ta-daa!? I don’t think I've ever published two fics so close to each other. Anywho, here’s a quick fic. As per usual it’s not proofed. Also, it’s very late so you know... the quality may be a little... ishy. ENJOY.

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“Go to hell” You pushed your way passed Tak and made your way into the luxurious bathroom at the Raven hotel. You were livid. You couldn’t believe Tak had stood there, talking to that woman, smiling, and laughing like he was seeing an old friend.

Miriam Bancroft. The woman who had single-handedly manipulated the one and only, Takeshi Kovacs into sleeping with her. She’d used him like a pawn in a twisted game of chess. She was loathsome. A piece of garbage. That’s why it’d infuriated you so greatly the way Tak had interacted with her. That he then had the audacity to act like you were the one overreacting was absolutely infuriating.

“Will you calm down?” Tak begged, following you into the bathroom, leaning his broad frame against the doorway. “I was just saying hi. That’s all”. You looked up and held his gaze in the round- framed mirror. “Just saying hi!? Give me a break. I saw the way you looked at her.” you sputtered, your eyes narrowing in anger.

Surprisingly, Tak broke out in a laugh which pissed you off even more. “The way I looked at her?” He stood up straight and walked over to you, his strong arms encircling your waist. “How exactly did I look at her?” he asked, his gaze still latched on to yours. “don’t even start” you glared, spinning around to face him. “You know what I’m talking about”

Tak knitted his eyebrows together, processing the situation, then broke out in an amused grin “Are you... jealous, angel?” “oh fuck off” You hissed through gritted teeth. Although, the truth was, you were jealous. Miriam was older, sexier, and a Meth. She had everything, and everyone, wrapped around her manicured little finger.

Frustrated, you wriggled out of his grip and made your way into the bedroom. You steered your steps towards the door but only made it halfway there before Tak grabbed ahold of your arm and spun you around. “Believe it or not” he said, walking forward with you still in his arms. You tried to wriggle out, but he quickly boxed you in towards the wall. “I have-” he searched your gaze. When you didn’t instantly look up at him, he placed a finger under your chin and made you look at him. “more important people in my life than Miriam Bancroft” There was something in his gaze and voice. A gentility and love that made all your anger and jealousy melt away. Your face softened. “Yeah?” Tak said, pressing his forehead to yours “We good?” You let out a breath and leaned your head back against the wall, nodding lightly. “we’re good.

Slowly, he moved his lips down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “good” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice ghosting against your skin, sending a warm shiver down your spine. You could feel him grin before eventually pressing his lips down softly, peppering your skin with feather light kisses. “Tak…” you whispered, curling your fingers in his hair, and pulling his head back slightly. “Yes, angel?” he asked, moving his lips up to your face, his kisses still teasingly light.

“you’re mine” it was meant to come out a statement rather than a question but there was a certain insecurity in your voice. “Right?” For a moment he pulled back, his gaze latching on to yours. Then his lips curved into a side smile. “right” he whispered against your skin.

“And you’re mine”

#takeshi kovacs #Takeshi Kovacs fanfiction #imagine takeshi #Takeshi Kovacs x reader #joel kinnaman #altered carbon #altered carbon fanfiction

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knights-of-the-glittery-table · 3 years

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs

Altered Carbon (2018)

#takeshi kovacs #joel kinnaman #altered carbon #creations from the black lagoon #'Oh is Jenny not making more Joel gifs because she's calming d-'#NO‚ HOSE NOSE #It takes mental strength to sit and slo mo my way through things like the above #there's a lot of tension #to put the tension into context #imagine a trained officer in the field trying to diffuse a bomb #a bomb they intensely want to rail them #My favourite Ikea Purchase

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junglehuntr · 2 years

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rick flag is my person

#colonel rick flag #rick flag imagine #joel kinnaman #takeshi kovacs #suicude squad #tss2021 #james gunn #peacemaker #john cena #harley quinn #margot robbie

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend I’m a sucker for these!🤗❤️

More Than Our Scars - S2 Billy Russo x F!Reader. I have 1 or 2 more chapters to this series.

Billy Mine - Billy Russo x OC (Juliet). 2 chapters in, unfinished.

Stackless - Takeshi Kovacs x Reader. Just an idea. Nothing written.

Recovery - Logan Delos x Reader. One-shot/Drabble

Priorities - Matt Murdock x Reader. One-shot/Drabble

I will tag: @sincerelyreinhardt @russosafehaven @persephonescottage No pressure tags, I just really enjoy your work.

#tag games #writing wip

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markofthewolf · 2 years

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Addicted; Part 2

Part 1

Takeshi Kovacs x Reader

Warnings: cursing, slight mentions of killing some people and pills

A/N: Finally finished the part two. I've some doubt about the storyline and how I'll manage things that I want to write. Thanks for reading, and feel free to comment.

You looked Takeshi in the eye while mirroring Ortega's stance. He eyed you up and down and a slight smile formed on his mouth. You cringed at the thought of him being…well, forward. "What did he do this time?" You asked harshly without breaking eye contact with Kovacs. You can see that his eyes aren't exactly focused on yours. They seemed glossy. Is he drunk?

"He…" started Ortega. She sighed loudly and caressed her face with her hand. You understood that what he did isn't good so you step aside to let them in. Ortega gave you a tired smile and plunged on the couch.

Tak stumbled into the room, and although he didn't fall, it was enough to crash into you. You tried to catch his arm, but he managed to walk straight to the bed. He dropped onto the bed and sighs. You walked towards the bed. Standing above Kovacs, you watched him carefully. He seemed as drunk as a skunk, and you never saw him like that before. He always holds his liquor in control. However, this time it feels different. You can't point out what it's, but your gut says something is off.

"So what exactly did Kovacs do? Ortega, I know he can be a pain in the ass, so just tell me. Did he do something that we can't get away with?" You asked calmly because you know what Kovacs is capable of, and also how stubborn he is. You turned towards the detective this time. Tucking your towel under your arm, you shifted your weight from one leg to the other.

"I killed them, Y/N. I fucking killed 'em. I found 'em, beat 'em to the death, and they fucking deserved it. You know it." Tak said, lifting his head from the bed. You turned your head to look at him, puzzled about what he said. He smirked and dropped his head. You didn't understand which people he was talking about, so you turned to the detective again.

"What is he talking about? Who the fuck did he beat?” Ortega looked at Kovacs. She bit her lip while trying to come up with an answer. You threw your hands up and walked into the bar. You eyed the pill bottle on the side table and your hands reached out to grab the bottle. You haven't been using it for a while but now, being out of your mind might be the thing you've been looking for. However, you fought the urge inside of you, and headed behind the bar to fix yourself a drink while Ortega lifted herself from the couch.

She stood in front of you and smiled at you. You took a swing from your glass. The alcohol burned your throat as it went down. You looked down at your glass and shook the glass to twirl cold stone cubes. Ortega was playing with her fingers. She looked like she didn't know how to talk to you. "Jesus, Ortega! I'm sure we can find a way to get out of this situation like others." You said with a small smile on your face to give her courage. She looked right in your eyes.

"Kovacs killed the guys who tortured and killed you. He found them near their old bunker. I guess they didn't think they needed to change their location. He also destroyed their stacks, so they can't come back for a second round. I found out what he did after Samir showed me the footage. I tried to reach him, but it said the number is unavailable." She blurted out. Your eyes widened.

"I also tried to call you but…" You shook your head and put your glass down.

"Poe restricted my phone which made it unavailable from incoming calls. I also couldn't reach Tak or anybody else all night. That stupid AI fucking forbid every fucking possible way of communication." You said and sighed loudly.

You leaned on the marble countertop and dropped your head down. You repeated the news in your head. He killed the guys... THEM! Around their bunkers… Beat 'em to the death. How did he even find them? Why didn't you think they'd be around their old bunker? Were they that dumb?

You run your hand through your hair.

“Thank you for the news detective, but I think you need to leave.” You said without lifting your head. Still looking at your glass, you scoffed. You can feel you're getting angry with every second, but you can't exactly tell why. He killed them, didn't he? So you don't need to look for them anymore. However, you don't feel like you're relieved.

"Y/N, I…"

"Detective, I'm not being polite or asking. Leave, now!" You said harshly. You know she's just the messenger and she wants to help, but you want to clear your mind. Knowing damn well, being with Ortega doesn't help.

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