Jealous phinks headcanon please!
Oooooo I love jealous Phinks! Hope you enjoy my little drabble!
You sighed as you walked to the restaurant with your best friend and her boyfriend.
"Y/N, are you sure you don't want to wait for Phinks?"
You shook your head. "I'm pretty sure he won't be coming."
Small arguments were a common occurrence between you two. There was often a lot on Phinks' plate, and he tended to take his frustration out on you. While he wasn't one to get physical with you; he often disregarded your feelings and would say things he didn't truly mean.
To you, it was just "Phinks being Phinks", most of the time. But the last argument over spending too much time at your job had crossed the line for both of you.
"Why do you need to work anyways?! If you ever need anything, all you have to do is tell me and I'll get it for you!" Phinks went to grab your hand, but you quickly slapped it away.
"By 'get it for me', you mean steal it, right?!" You pushed past him to grab your purse. "I don't know what the hell you're doing most of the time...but from now on; I don't want anything from you if it's stolen." You glared at him before walking out the door. "I can't blame you though. What kind of real job could you get with your qualifications? All you're good for is hurting people."
You replayed the argument in your head over and over as you made your way to the restaurant. Part of you knew you had to apologize eventually, but part of you knew you may have gone too far.
"Y/N!"
You turned to see the son of your boss waving as he walked towards you and your friends. He had recently moved from another country to learn under his father, as he would be the one to take over in a few years.
His blue eyes contrasted against his dark black hair and fair skin. His black suit with a slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt showed off his figure. There were several people in the office who had developed a crush on him.
"Oh, hi Charles! Grabbing dinner?"
You hit your friend discreetly on the leg as soon as you felt her nudge you. She whispered out the side of her mouth;
"Woah Y/N, who is this guy?!"
Charles smiled once he caught up to your group. "Yeah, I don't really know this area yet though. Do you have any places you can recommend?"
Your friend chimed in before you could speak.
"We're actually heading to a really good izakaya right now. You're more than welcome to join us!"
You screamed internally, praying he'd say no.
"Why I'd love to!"
You shot your friend a glare as she replied with a wink. She never really took a liking to Phinks, saying she could tell he was "no good" despite anything you would tell her. Of course she would take this opportunity.
You looked back as Charles walked beside you, hoping Phinks would show up.
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Phinks groaned as he stood outside the restaurant, his hands in the pockets of his tracksuit.
Why the hell am I here? Is this even the right place?
He was still upset over your last argument, but he hated to drag things longer than they needed to be.
He shot up slightly when he saw your friend and her boyfriend step out of the restaurant for a smoke.
Phinks went to approach them, but something told him to keep his distance. He hid behind a wall, listening intently.
"Wow Y/N's new boss is a real catch! Handsome, rich and super nice...unlike no brows." Your friend laughed as she took a puff of her cigarette. "I think he likes her too. I hope she wakes up. It's not like Phinks is the type to get married, and it's what she's dreamt of since we were kids! 3 years and not even a hint of anything happening. I don't know how she tolerates him!"
Phinks clenched his fists as his blood went cold. He pondered for a minute; debating whether or not he should bother looking.
He took a deep breath before glancing through the window.
There you were, and there he was; his arm casually draped along the back of the bench seat behind you.
Phinks had half a mind to kill him right there and then.
He peeked at the window once again, his heart dropping when he watched you laugh.
It had been a while since he had seen you smile like that..
He grit his teeth, thinking about what to do. His jealousy was beginning to grow, and he knew he would go off in a blind rage if he let it get to him..
His body instinctively began to wind his right arm, but he stopped immediately. Instead turning back home to your apartment.
Phinks remembered you mentioning your new boss in passing, but never took much notice to it.
The man was successful, handsome, well mannered and well dressed.
Everything he was not.
All you're good for his hurting people.
Phinks looked up at the sky, your words repeating in his head.
You're right, Y/N. That's all I'm really good for...
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You did your make up in the bathroom as you checked your cellphone for the time. Charles would be picking you up for a corporate meeting in 20 minutes.
It had been 3 months since your argument.
3 months since you last saw or heard from Phinks.
It drove you mad that there was no way for you to contact him. He had left his cellphone at the apartment and you didn't know anyone he worked with.
You hoped he had just been called away for a job suddenly.
But you figured that what you said was unforgivable. You knew that despite his tough and cold demeanor; Phinks was a sensitive soul.
Maybe he wasn't coming back this time.
You wanted to apologize for what you said. It wasn't true. There was so much good to him that even he failed to see at times.
You quickly packed your purse as you made your way outside, not wanting to make your boss wait.
Your heart dropped as soon as you walked out the doors of your building.
There he was.
He wore a grey suit with a white dress shirt.
You panicked when you saw his arm in a sling, and his black eye.
Your body shook as you approached him, mixed feelings of guilt, relief and worry overwhelmed you.
"Phinks..."
He adjusted a duffle bag along his shoulder as he shot you a soft smile.
"Where are you going, Y/N?"
The question took you by surprise. "I'm going to work. My boss, well the son of the boss is picking me up."
Phinks felt his blood begin to boil. The images of you laughing with Charles in the restaurant making his jaw clench. "Like hell he is!"
Phinks made his way over to you, wrapping his uninjured arm around your waist as he pulled you into a kiss. He had missed you over the past few months, his motivation being the goal of never wanting to see you with Charles or any other man again.
He finally pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath.
"Quit your job, Y/N."
You pulled away completely in a knee jerk reaction to his words. "No way! What's wrong with you?! I don't even know where you've been! I still have bills--"
"I've got enough money for us."
He placed the duffel bag in front of you.
Your heart sank, expecting to find wads of cash.
What did he do this time?!
Instead, Phinks pulled out an envelope with a book.
You took it hesitantly, your eyes widening as you read the pages. Several deposit entries filling each page. "What the... you were--"
Phinks nodded his head. "Yupp. Heaven's Arena." He laughed. "None of that money was stolen. So you can save your breath." He made his way over to you, flipping to the first page of the bank book as he held your left hand. "The account is under your name, just in case anything happens to me. I'm sure there's more than enough in there." He placed his hand on your face. "You were right-- hurting people is all I'm good for."
"Phinks..."
The blonde haired man smirked. "Would your new boss give you all this?!"
Just as he said that, Charles pulled up in his car. He got out immediately as soon as he saw Phinks. "Y/N! Is everything alright here?!"
Phinks stepped in front of you, his uninjured hand now in a fist. "Who the hell are you?" Phinks lied, knowing exactly who this man was.
Charles cleared his throat. "Well, my name is Charles and Y/N is one of my associates."
Phinks huffed. "Never heard of you." He went to wrap his arm around your waist. "And besides, Y/N doesn't work for you anymore."
Before you could say anything, Phinks pulled you in closer. "Sorry for the inconvenience, pal. If you'll excuse us; we've got a wedding to plan."
You gasped as Phinks turned you towards the apartment, holding your left hand as the large diamond on your finger shimmered in the sunlight. "I'll make sure to send you an invite, Chuck."
"Phinks, when... what..." your mind was in shambles as you tried to process everything that was happening.
Is this his way of proposing? Are we engaged?!
Phinks spanked you, snapping you out of your trance. "You know, I'm still not over what you said. You're going to have to make it up to me, like a good little wife."
The tone of Phinks' voice made your temperature rise, as you knew exactly what he meant.
Charles stood there dumb founded as he watched the two of you walk off.
"Wow, that's one hell of a man if I ever did see one."
