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bonny-kookoo · 1 month ago

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋♡𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 [Tension]

You're both not who you pretend to be.

Tags/Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Fuckgirl!Reader, Angst, Misunderstandings, Friends/Enemies to lovers, Very suggestive, adult, hurt and comfort, smut, did I mention angst? It's worth it in the end tho promise,

Length: 4k Words + Next Chapter preview

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A/N: Idk anymore I'll write what I want.

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While Jungkook isn’t pushy, he definitely isn’t letting go either.

Any chance he can get at spending time with you, he takes- just like now, as he’s kneeled on the floor, currently taking apart some of your furniture for you since you’ve cut one of your hands by accident a day prior, Yoongi having spilled the info of that accident to Jungkook. You’ve made it very clear that you take this as an act of betrayal- but Yoongi didn’t seem to really care.

“I don’t think you can really put this up another time.” Jungkook mentions, tapping the hinge connecting to one of the doors of the small dresser with the screwdriver. “It’s been glued a couple of times already. I don’t think it’s gonna survive another try.” He tells you, and you just shrug.

“Well, then we’ll throw it away.” You just sigh, having watched him from the sidelines ever since he started working.

Jungkook suddenly moves, back of his shirt a bit damp from having worked admittedly pretty hard to take down your bigger furniture earlier. He sits in front of you, legs crossed, looking right at you- and you instantly cross your arms defensively.

You know what he wants. You won’t give it to him. “talk to me.” He says again, and it’s not really a demand, but more so him pleading. Asking.

Trying to get through.

“Nothing to say.” You shrug, and his eyes narrow at that, before he gets up and takes a hammer, offering it to you. “what?”

“Smash it.” He nods towards the small dresser, and you hesitate. “Come on.”

“I can’t.” You deny, pointing at your bandaged hand, and he nods, taking the hammer from you.

“Right. I’ll do it then.” He admits, arm lifting to gain momentum to deliver the hit to the side of the dresser, when you call out in panic, having gotten up as if to protect it-

But jungkook clearly never intended to really do it, instead just looking at you now with an unreadable expression.

“Listen.” He gets down again, setting the tool aside as he watches you look at the wooden furniture, decorated with faded stickers. “just.. at least tell me if you’re in any trouble?” He asks, and you look up at that. “do you owe someone money? Or is someone stalking you?” He worries, and you shake your head.

“No- God no, none of that.” You deny, and he sighs.

“see, that I believe.” He tells you. “your whole body language, the way you answered- that’s believable. But everything else is bullshit.” He denies you, and you get up at that, walking out of the room. “and now you’re running away- again!” He calls out defeated, getting up himself to follow you into your bathroom where you put all your skincare products into a box. “I’m trying hard to figure out what the fuck I did. Am I being too pushy?”

“No..” you mumble, putting more stuff away, avoiding interaction with him as much as you can. But much to your dismay, he’s got the audacity to take items out again. “Jungkook-“

“are you scared you’ll hurt my feelings if you shut me down?” He asks, and you roll your eyes. “stop that and talk to me-“

“as if anything could scratch your ego!” You tell him, feeling too pushed into a corner right now. “There’s nothing anyone could say that would ever really hurt a guy like you.!” You huff, not noticing the way he froze up for a good moment until a few seconds later when you’ve noticed him no longer reaching for anything.

“ouch.” He comments. “care to explain what you mean by that?” He asks, arms crossed.

“You’ve got like, everything!” You rant, folding your towels, avoiding eye contact. “you’re hot, you got the looks, great at flirting, you-..” you cut yourself off before you can ramble too much, accidentally revealing anything that could blow your cover, but it’s clear from his next words that his suspicions have been awoken.

“if I’m all of that, why not be with me?” he asks, watching you like a hawk now. “you’ve fucked Jimin, and stayed friends. So don’t come at me with that ‘Our friendship will be ruined’ bullshit.” He calls out, and you swallow.

He’s onto you.

“Thats different.” You say, avoiding the topic now, pushing past him out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t let go.

Following you around into the kitchen, giving you no chance to escape or even somehow make up new excuses in your head as he suddenly speaks again.

“Because it didn’t happen?”

You’re frozen, standing in front of the opened fridge, staring right at a bottle of water and a pack of shredded cheese as you feel your blood cool down- and it’s not from the temperature inside the device. Not even the beeping of the big device telling you to close it to save energy wakes you out of that trance, as your thoughts go wild.

How does he know?

How much does he know?

Does he even know at all or is he just bluffing?

“I knew you’d never fuck him.” He chuckles, closing the door for you, arm over your shoulder slowly retreating as he sits down at your small kitchen table, waiting for you to turn around. “and his story was always inconsistent. So was yours.” He explains how he caught the lie. “if you want to make shit up, at least agree on a Version to tell everyone.”

“so what?” You sigh, trying to keep up your act as you turn around- taken aback by the horribly soft look on his face, head leaning on his hand while his elbow rests on the table.

“Exactly. So what?” He asks you, visibly relaxing now that he’s got the confirmation he needed to know that what he’s been thinking. “But that’s not the only lie, is it?” He questions, and the way your eyes move away from his gives him an answer already. “Is that it? You lied and now you want to run away from it?” He questions, and you just let yourself go, sitting down on the floor in front of the fridge, defeated. You don’t care if you act like a child right now, it’s not like there’s any dignity left to cling to anyways.

You’re tired. You can’t keep this shit up anymore, you can’t deal with the stress of leaving even though you don’t want to, you can’t take the whole situation any longer.

“Yeah go on now. Laugh.” You mumble, hugging your knees. “close the door on your way out.”

“Now why would I do that?” He shakes his head as he sighs, moving to sit down in front of you again, on the floor, though he keeps some distance. “what made you... create this whole charade? Was it me?” he asks, visibly interested.

You shrug. You just want to vanish right now.

“I don’t.. it’s stupid.” You mumble, avoiding his gaze as you feel yourself begin to cry from the embarrassment.

“Hm yeah, kind of.” He admits. “how much of it was a lie? I mean, I have an idea, but I just.. would like for you to come clean yourself.” He shrugs, carefully tapping your knee with his finger, careful not to push you too far.

“everything.” You say. “I’ve.. the parties. And jimin. And everything else.”

“So you don't find me hot?” He teases, trying to lighten the mood a little, seeing you glare at him with watery eyes. “Hey, come on. Yeah it’s stupid, but we all did stupid shit sometimes.”

“Not as bad as me.” You deny. “I literally lied.. just to get your attention.” You say quietly, and he tries hard not to grin.

“Which is kind of cute, I have to admit..” He teases, but you don’t seem up for the joke. “But why did you think you had to make up that stuff?”

“Because.. You’re you. And I’m just.. an awkward virgin who acts a lot more confident than she is.” You say.

Jungkook falls quiet at that. While he knew to some extend that a lot of your stories were lies- mostly because the finer details didn’t add up or made any sense- he didn’t know how far exactly it went, so this info definitely changes some things.

“I’m sorry you.. fell for a fraud.” You mumble, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t think I fell for a fraud-“ he denies, “-because I never fell for any of that anyways.” He shakes his head. “I fell for the way you basically recite your dreams to me whenever something interesting happened in them. How you helped me find a good present for my mom’s birthday when I almost forgot it, even though you don’t even know her. Your laugh, your sense of humor, fuck, the way you greet me with a hug even when you’re pissed at me.” He sighs. “What made you think that sex was all I cared about?” He complains, and you feel even worse now.

“I just.. we don’t have anything in common.” You sniffle. “nothing. And I wanted you to like me so bad..” you confess, making him shake his head.

“we love Disney movies.” He responds. “we both love banana milk. We collect stickers. We like the same scents. We’re both dog people.” He gives as examples, before he runs a hand over his face. “so that’s it? That’s the big thing?” He asks, and you nod. “I mean.. yeah. This isn’t.. I hope you can understand me too here. I’m going to be a bit suspicious of stuff in the future until I know you’re not making stuff up again.” He says, and you look at him at that. “but that’s no reason to run away from me.”

“it is.” You deny. “I don’t.. I have a horrible crush on you.” You admit freely now, hiding your face in your knees. “I really like you.” You confess, and he moves closer at that, hands on the sides of your head gently forcing you to look at him.

“and that’s a bad thing?” He wonders, wiping your cheeks. “show me the real you. I’d love to fall for that instead.” He offers.

“There’s nothing to fall for.” You deny.

“Well, I’ll decide that for myself.”

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“Did you ever have your first kiss?” Jungkook asks randomly, hands shaping the pizza dough into the- somewhat- appropriate shape. Your a little hypnotized by the way his hands move, fingers digging into the soft dough to move it around, turn the outside corner in for the crust to later rise, having made it his mission to somehow figure out how to put cheese in the crust like your favorite delivery service. Suddenly though, one of the hands move, inked fingers snapping in front of your face. “Hey, I asked something.” He laughs, making you look at him.

“I- Oh, yeah.” You nod, before you shake your head. “what was the question?” You correct yourself, and he laughs more at that, shaking his head.

“I asked you if you’ve ever kissed anyone.” He repeats himself, moving to put the sauce on the bare dough now.

“I uh.. yeah. But it’s, I don’t know. Awkward.” You shrug. “not really my thing.” You admit, and he nods.

“Not really your thing, or, just had weird experiences?” He wonders, and you think for a bit.

Most of the time, you’ve been kissed, but you yourself have never kissed anyone. It was ever really.. asked if you wanted to be kissed- the moment had just been chosen by your partners back then, and it had put pressure on you to just go with it as to not make it awkward.

“I mean.. I’ve never made out or anything.” You admit. “and I never kissed anyone. I always got kissed.” You say.

“so you can ask for it at least, that’s good.” He nods to himself, before he notices you being quiet. “you.. did ask for it, right?” He questions with an oddly serious tone, and you shrug.

“the timing was always right I guess.” You answer. “I never asked, no. It just.. you know, when you’re being driven back home from a date, that’s when you kiss.” You tell him, and Jungkook shakes his head.

“No, hold on there, wait.” He denies. “They asked you though, right?” He questions, but you shake your head.

“Like I said when you-“ you start, but he shakes his head, hands on your shoulders now.

“No, none of that.” He presses. “You’re not obligated to do anything just because someone took you out. You’ll never be obligated to do me a favour just because I take you out. Got it?” He asks, and you nod, a bit taken aback by how serious he is. “if you don’t want something, you’ll have to say it. Please, promise me that.”

You nod. “I promise.” You say, and he sighs, relieved, before he brushes off the faint marks of flour on your skin.

“I’m sorry, it’s just..” he shakes his head as he resumes his task of preparing food for you both. “..nothing. Anyways- never kissed then, got it.” He nods to himself. “so we’re basically starting from scratch.”

“we’re?” You ask, unsure as he nods.

“We’re. I know of your secret, I know you like me, I like you too- so, what’s speaking against it?” He wonders, before he looks at you. “Do you want to be with me?” He asks, and you think for a second, before you nod.

“I’m just-” You start, but he just laughs.

“Not what I thought you were, I know. That’s why I’m saying we’re starting from scratch- I'm basically going to get to know you for real this time.” He tells you, putting the toppings onto the pizza that you both agreed on earlier.

He’s taking this so lightly. Like it’s nothing.

“I’ll still leave.” You remind him however, but again, he only nods to himself, sprinkling the shredded cheese onto the pizza he’s preparing. “And you’ll.. If we’re like.. Together, you can’t hook up with anyone else anymore.” You say, and he sighs, moving the food into the oven.

“I don’t know when that thought grew in your head, but let me get something straight.” He starts, setting up the right temperature and time before he braces himself against the kitchen counter you sit on, face turned towards you with a serious expression. “Yes, I enjoy sex. Yes, I have had it a lot.” He explains. “No, it’s not everything I always think about. Neither is it something that I absolutely need every day of the week.” Jungkook tells you, and you feel a bit guilty with the way he phrases it. “What made you think that’s all I’d want from you?” He wonders.

“Nothing, just..” You shrug, looking down at your knees. “I guess it was the easy way.”

“Let’s just start over then. Entirely.” He proposes. “I’ll get to know you- and you’ll get to know me. Because its pretty obvious you don’t know me either.” Jungkook says, and you nod, a bit ashamed.

“Sorry.” You apologize, but he instead puts a handful of shredded cheese in his mouth, before he offers it to you-

Laughing when you stuff your cheeks with it as well, finally breaking free.

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“what’s wrong, hm?” Jungkook says, entering your apartment after you’d texted him that you didn’t feel good.

He first thought it might be sickness- but from your tearful eyes and the blanket around your shoulders, he now realizes that you’re not feeling mentally good. And he’s happy that you reached out for him, that you finally jumped over your shadow and sought him out, proving that you seemed to be truthful in trying to be more honest with him.

“I don’t want to leave.” You say, crying again as you sit down on your living room couch, the only thing still left untouched.

“Oh baby..” jungkook laughs a little to himself, sitting down next to you to run a comforting hand over your back. “didn’t you say that you could just work for the office here?” He asks, and you nod, though shrug too.

“they’ll be mad when I say.. that I wanna switch back again..” you mumble, hiccuping still here and there. It breaks his heart a little to see you this upset- but he also knows that you dug yourself into this mess all by yourself. This is just the consequences of your own actions.

“Well, that’s going to just be the punishment you’ll have to take.” Jungkook tells you, and while his tone is teasing, his gaze is still kind and comforting. “I’ll have your back too- you can stay at my place until you found something else, since you’re already supposed to be out of this apartment by next week.” He reminds you, and you sigh.

“But I’ll impose, don’t tell me I won’t.” You argue looking at your feet. “I’ll just have to go through with it-“.

“I wouldnt be offering my place if i wasnt comfortable with the idea of you around all the time.” He playfully denies. “maybe try and not run around in your underwear and I’ll keep my hands to myself too as a bonus.” He flirts, and you can’t help but giggle a bit at that.

“Maybe I don’t want you keeping them to yourself?” You ask, making him grin a little.

“Careful there. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He teases, before he moves into a more comfortable position, pulling you closer. “Well figure this all out. You’re not alone, alright?” He tells you, and you nod.

“Jungkook?” You wonder randomly after a good moment of just silence, and he hums as a reply before you talk again. “how do you ask for.. a kiss? Or like.. I don’t know. Forget it.” You mumble more or less to yourself making him chuckle.

“No can do. Now you’ve got my attention.” He teases a little, hands on your arms running up and down in reassurance. “You want a kiss right now?” He wonders, and you shrug.

“I’ve never.. like, made out with anyone.” You admit.

“And you want to do that with me?” He wonders, making you nod- before you shake your head.

“Yes? I don’t know.” You admit. “I don’t know what it’s like, so I don’t know if I like it. What if I don’t?” You worry, and he sighs.

“Then you don’t. Simple as that.” He shrugs. “What if you just gave me a kiss? See how that feels?” He offers as an option, and you bite at your lips for a second, before you move around to face him, eyes moving from his lips to his eyes for a moment.

“right now?” You wonder, and he smiles.

“If you want to.” He answers, still relaxed as ever. It reassures you, the fact that he’s so at ease- you don’t want to fuck this up, and you also don’t want to seem dumber than you actually are. His experience is a little intimidating to you- what if he thinks you’re lame? You most likely are. Anything you both will do will be boring to him, you realize. “hey- talk to me.” He snaps you out of your thoughts, and you pull your attention back to the situation at hand. “what’s worrying you?” He wonders.

“I want to impress you I guess.” You huff impatiently. “I want you to be like, ‘wow’ at something I do but I don’t have any idea what to do to like, get that reaction from you.” You explain, making his eyes soften.

“What makes you think that you need to impress me?” He wonders, and you look down at his chest.

“I don’t.. Taehyung once said that.. you know, you get bored easily..” you mumble, and Jungkook’s eyes widen for a second, before he clocks his tongue.

“you know, I envy you a little bit because of that.” He tells you, and that answer catches you off guard. “once you.. have a lot of sex, and have kissed a lot of people, it all loses its spark, you know?” He explains almost melancholic. “it’s like a book. You can only read it for the first time once- after that, you’re always prepared for what’s to come. It’s no longer new. Nothing exciting. Only.. maybe comforting at best.” He shrugs. “I wish I could have those early experiences back. That spark.” He admits. “i don’t want or need to be impressed. Not like this, at least.” He offers you. “I just.. want something permanent. Something real.”

“Why.. havent you been in a relationship before then?” You wonder. “if you want something permanent.”

“because no one wants that with someone like me.” He explains to you. “I’m exciting. I’m wild, and adventure. But I’m nothing someone wants to stay with.” He shrugs.

You frown at that. What?

Suddenly, a sentence jimin said years ago slaps you right in the face, full force.

“He falls in love easily, with everything around him. I wish the world around him would do the same for once.”

“Jungkook?” You ask, and he nods, looking at you. “can I kiss you?” You wonder, and he nods.

“Sure.” He teases, and you feel like it’s more of a defensive mechanism at this point. “impress me.” He jokes.

But he quickly seems caught completely off guard when your hands hold his face, before you put your lips on his. He’s truly surprised in that moment- because this is, indeed, new. He’s never been kissed like this before- with so much gentle care and attention, with such warmth that he feels like he’s actually melting right into your hands. It’s one kiss, another, and a third- and his eyes are suddenly only half-open, all words lost as he stares you down. You’re not sure if that was something he liked- but the moment his own hand finds your cheek as well makes you wonder if you really did it right.

“can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, almost a whisper, and you’ve never heard him so fragile before. But you nod- and the moment you do, his lips are on yours- a lot more confident in himself, but slow, soft. He’s taking the lead, easily so- but it’s not overbearing, instead simply an act of adoration. “You know-“ he laughs, out of breath even though this wasn’t ‘steamy’ or heated at all. “-I was joking when I asked you to impress me.”

“You dont have to lie.” You giggle, but he shakes his head, pecking your lips once, twice, again just for good measure.

“I’m not.” He denies. “this is the first time I’ve been kissed like that.”

“like what?” You wonder, unable to look away from that unique expression he’s got on his face.

“like someone's in love with me.”

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“I’m sorry, but I won’t just let myself be some body you can practice on so you can know how to drive and move on to someone that interests you more.” He barks out, agitated, and you’re completely caught off guard, staring him down in disbelief. “I won’t let myself be used like that..” again, he wants to say, but he can’t bring himself to expose this like that. He doesn’t feel safe, he feels like a cornered animal, and the worst part is that he knows he doesn’t even need to say it, because you know what he’s hinting at.

“I’m sorry.” You say, and again, there it is; this stinging pain in his chest at your gentle tone, trying to soothe his wounds with salt it seems like.

“Why are you sorry?” He wants to know, tone dangerously low as he expects you to reveal your intentions to him, at last. “ What are you sorry for?” He wants to know, and you just shake your head.

“I’m sorry I never really looked at you properly.” You admit, and he frowns again, once more left without any control over the situation. “I’m sorry I never noticed you were hurting.” You tell him, and he swallows hard, turning away from you. “I’m sorry I can’t help you.” You say, defeated, and he slaps his kitchen counter in agony, turned away from you.

“Stop apologizing.!” He gets out between clenched teeth, agitated over the fact that he’s got no grasp of the situation.

“I don’t know what else to do.” You say, the soft whine in your tone making it clear that you’re hurting just as much as he is. “I’m.. I’ll stay with jimin-“ you offer, thinking he might want space- but he just groans out, and holds his head, marbled kitchen counter doing nothing to cool his temperature.

“I don’t want you to leave-!” He almost growls, before he braces himself against the counter top, sighing loudly. “fuck.. That’s the last thing I want, ’m just- I’m the one who should say sorry.” He says. “I just.. God I’m so fucked up..” he laughs bitterly, and you do whatever you feel like might help him- leaning against his back, arms wrapped around him. And for a moment, as he lets himself be held for just a moment, you can feel him shake a little under the weight of his own emotions finally seeping through the cracks-

And you’re determined to put his pieces back together, however long it’ll take you.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 months ago

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Day 3: favorite scent

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When you entered the conference room, the first thing you noticed was the strong scent filling the place. It was men's cologne, and as soon as it hit your nose, it completely overwhelmed you. But it wasn't an unpleasant dizziness; on the contrary, the woody artificial scent drove you wild. You loved autumn simply because of that.

“Sorry for the delay,” you apologized to the team, dropping into the last available seat. Next to Spencer.

You quickly grabbed the file that was on the table in your spot and took a glance at your colleague, who gave you a shy smile. You were a bit lost with the specific part your colleagues were reviewing, and he, noticing your confusion, leaned in to help you. That’s when the scent you had noticed earlier intensified, and when you turned to him, you realized it was coming from his body.

You registered your colleague’s light-colored shirt with a neatly tied black tie around his neck. His golden hair slightly brushed his cheek as he helped you, and suddenly you felt nervous, without really understanding why.

Reid found the file you were working on and then placed the folder in your hands. You whispered a small thank you, and he gave you a nonchalant expression, trying to tell you it was no trouble at all.

You had a rule you always tried to stick to, and that was not dating colleagues at work. Simply because it always complicated things. Morgan flirted with you all the time, but that was something he did indiscriminately, so you never took it too personally. As for the rest of the team members, they knew how to keep things professional, plus they were old enough to be your dad. However, that day you wondered if it would be worth ignoring that rule for someone like Spencer.

He was a broken guy, no doubt, and somewhat different from the others. But he was also sweet, polite, so intelligent, and humble that sometimes you found it hard to believe that so many good qualities could fit into one person. And the guy wasn’t bad-looking, to be honest. Although he wasn’t really your type, since you’d always dated more muscular men with a different lifestyle, exceptions could always exist.

And honestly, maybe his scent had something to do with your sudden fascination with him, because every now and then you sneaked glances at him as if you wanted to admire him with other intentions, not just as your colleague.

“Are you okay?” he asked once JJ finished presenting the case. That swollen belly from pregnancy was already starting to show, and you wondered when she would take her maternity leave.

“Yes, why do you ask?” you exclaimed absentmindedly.

“Oh, it’s just that you were late. You’re never late. And besides, you were looking at me a lot during the meeting, so I thought maybe you were worried about something and wanted to tell you that if you need to talk, you can tell me.”

Oh, sweet, sweet boy.

“I’m perfectly fine, Reid,” you laughed. Everyone had already left the conference room. “It’s just that I was so tired last night that I forgot to set my alarm, and then I overslept. But it’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“Maybe you should buy an alarm clock. Did you know the first alarm clock was invented by watchmaker Levi Hutchins in 1787? But it was for personal use only because he made it to wake himself up at 4 a.m. to go to work.”

“I didn’t know that. I’ll probably take your advice and get one,” you smiled at him, already used to hearing him have facts about practically every subject.

“Well, you know that if something’s bothering you… you can tell me whenever you want, okay?”

The sweetness and kindness of this man touched you, and you stretched out to hug him, hoping it didn’t cross the line of trust, as it was well-known that the doctor wasn’t too fond of physical contact. However, he gladly received you in his arms, making sure to hold you as close as possible.

“I know. You’re a good friend, Reid,” you thanked him softly. Once you broke the hug, you didn’t completely pull away, taking a moment to lean toward his clothes and inhale deeply. “Is your cologne new?”

“Uh, yeah. A gift from Morgan. But I think it’s too strong. I don’t know if I should keep using it…”

“I completely love the smell of wood,” you blurted out. “And it suits you very well. It matches you.”

Upon receiving that compliment, the boy blushed just a little, and still with his hands on your waist, he tried to suppress a smile.

“Well, in that case… if you like it, I’ll keep wearing it.”

“No! I didn’t mean that, it was just an observation. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“My concern was bothering people with the scent. But now I see that’s not the case.”

A giggle escaped your lips, and then you pulled away, thinking that if you stayed in that position any longer, it could be considered inappropriate contact.

“I’ve always believed that a handsome man should wear good cologne. We women love that.”

The words left your mouth before your mind could reflect on them, and although you were embarrassed, you weren’t going to take them back. Spencer didn’t know which was worse: the fact that you had just implied he was handsome or that you were suggesting you were charmed by it.

“I’ll keep that in mind from now on,” he murmured playfully, almost bordering on a flirtatious tone.

The two of you walked out the door, chatting about a few other things so you could fully focus on analyzing the case once you got on the jet. During that time, he was thinking about two things he definitely didn’t want to forget: thanking Morgan and making sure to put on cologne every morning without fail.

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edenmemes · 1 year ago

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asoiaf: a dance with dragons starters

❝ i fear i make you uneasy. ❞ ❝ knowledge is a weapon. arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. ❞ ❝ go on. show your steel. give me cause to do the same. ❞ ❝ fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit. ❞ ❝ these woods are not as empty as you think. ❞ ❝ promise me that you will never turn against me. i could not bear that. promise me. ❞ ❝ the only time a man can be brave is when he is afraid. ❞ ❝ if i must die, i will die with an axe in my hand and a curse upon my lips. ❞ ❝ tales are told of you. i hear them everywhere. people fear you. ❞ ❝ go too far down that road, and mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful. ❞ ❝ you mistake me. that was a command, not an offer. ❞ ❝ sorcery is a sword without a hilt. there is no safe way to grasp it. ❞ ❝ prophecy is like a half-trained mule. it looks like it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head. ❞ ❝ it is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. ❞ ❝ i rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. i tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. ❞ ❝ they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. ❞ ❝ tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. remind me that there is still good in the world. ❞ ❝ one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. ❞ ❝ this is what i was made for. the dance, the sweet steel song, a sword in my hand and a foe before me. ❞ ❝ my enemies have told you i am dead. those tales are false, as you can see. ❞ ❝ not all that a man does is done for gain. ❞ ❝ i know that you believe me weak, frightened, feeble. ❞ ❝ it takes a man to rule. kill the boy, and let the man be born. ❞ ❝ do you mean to spend your whole life running away? ❞ ❝ kingdoms are at hazard here. our lives, our names, our honour. this is no game we’re playing for your amusement. ❞ ❝ however gentle the words, there are always darker motives underneath. i do not trust you. ❞ ❝ a good honest face, but you should smile more. ❞ ❝ my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. ❞ ❝ you are so radiant today i fear to look on you. ❞ ❝ prove yourself more trouble than you are worth, and you can go your own way. ❞ ❝ you need not look so pale, i was only playing with you. ❞ ❝ this is not the day i die, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i wanted you from the first time i saw you. ❞ ❝ was i so blind, or did i close my eyes willingly, so i would not see the price of power? ❞ ❝ men should not go wandering in this place. ❞ ❝ hold your tongue and do as you are told, or you will soon wish you had. ❞ ❝ you won’t try. you will obey. ❞ ❝ kneel and live. or go and die. it’s your choice to make. ❞ ❝ are you so blind, or is it that you do not wish to see? ❞ ❝ that is not a place you want to go to. ❞ ❝ i will not go back without doing what i came for, no matter how hopeless it may seem. ❞ ❝ the fairest woman in this world...i am drunk with the sight of you. ❞ ❝ secrets are worth more than silver and sapphires. ❞ ❝ we have come too far to turn back now. ❞ ❝ what have i done to make you hate me so? ❞ ❝ you meet so few men who value friendship over gold these days. ❞ ❝ it is true, i am a bolder man than most. ❞ ❝ i cannot go home. but i dare not stay here much longer. ❞ ❝ foes and false friends are all around me. ❞ ❝ the fewer folk who will know of this, the better. ❞ ❝ all you have i gave you. remember that. ❞ ❝ will you make me say it twice? go and do as i commanded you. ❞ ❝ love is madness, and lust is poison. ❞ ❝ i feel safe when i’m with you. ❞ ❝ have you no smile for me? am i as fearful as all that? ❞ ❝ why did i ever allow myself to be talked into this farce? ❞ ❝ don’t think i don’t see what you’re doing. ❞ ❝ i will tell you nothing. do me the same favor. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ a crown should not sit easy on the head. ❞ ❝ we must show a little trust, you and i. ❞ ❝ trust only your companions, and do your best to avoid attracting notice. ❞ ❝ you’re not going to try to kill me again, i hope. ❞ ❝ if you will forgive me for saying so, you look...weary. are you sleeping? ❞ ❝ your clothes are stained with blood. take them off. ❞ ❝ every fool loves to hear that he’s important. ❞ ❝ my father used to tell me that a man must know his enemies. ❞ ❝ you are a harmless creature, to be sure. as innocent as a lamb. ❞ ❝ till then, let us drink and dream. ❞ ❝ you will be tempted to betray me. to run or fight or join our foes. i’ll not hear you deny it. ❞ ❝ soon enough you may have grave need of me. do not refuse my friendship. ❞ ❝ it is best that no man knows that you are here. ❞ ❝ i kill kings, haven’t you heard? ❞ ❝ should any ill befall you, this world would lose its savor. ❞ ❝ some will look at you and see only another doomed pretender. ❞ ❝ i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyone’s. ❞ ❝ i will forgive those words...once. but never presume to threaten me again. ❞ ❝ your father would be so proud if he could see you. ❞ ❝ just once you might try to give me an answer that would please me. ❞ ❝ they love me well. none would betray me. ❞ ❝ i have sins enough to answer for; i’ll have no part of this one. ❞ ❝ i mean you no harm, you know. ❞ ❝ i do not trust you, but i need you. ❞ ❝ we’ll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. close your eyes. ❞ ❝ since you ask so nicely, how can i deny you? ❞ ❝ no wine is half so intoxicating as your beauty. ❞ ❝ why should i beg for what is owed me? ❞ ❝ a lord may love the men he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them. ❞ ❝ let them try and trouble us, we’ll show them what we’re made of. ❞ ❝ a leader should be feared, by friend and foe alike. if men think me cruel, so much the better. ❞ ❝ the enemy of my friend is my enemy. ❞ ❝ a book can be as dangerous as a sword in the right hands. ❞ ❝ i am an old man, grown weary of this world and its treacheries. ❞ ❝ these are desperate days, and like to grow more desperate. ❞ ❝ we need to find shelter before nightfall. ❞ ❝ there are footsteps behind us. we are being followed. ❞ ❝ this is no common fog. it stinks of sorcery. ❞ ❝ i am glad you came to me. it is good to see you again, my friend. ❞ ❝ the man who does nothing also takes a risk. ❞ ❝ the women are the strong ones. ❞ ❝ afraid, are you? i would be if i were you. ❞ ❝ tell me a tale. some tale of valor with a happy ending. ❞ ❝ i’ll have a cup of wine as well. to clear my head. ❞ ❝ we may lose our heads, it’s true...but what if we prevail? ❞ ❝ keep your swords sharp. we’ll have us a real fight soon. ❞ ❝ this is going to end badly. ❞ ❝ what are you doing here? how did you get past my guards? ❞ ❝ it is so hard. to be strong. i don’t always know what i should do. ❞ ❝ let us instead speak of love, of dreams and desire. ❞ ❝ you wound me, wandering off like this. have you grown tired of my hospitality so soon? ❞ ❝ with this sword i defend my subjects and destroy those who menace them. ❞ ❝ it is too late for such misgivings. you made your choice. ❞ ❝ in times as confused as these, even men of honor must wonder where their duty lies. ❞ ❝ why? what did i ever do to you? ❞ ❝ we must be certain that we do not choose the losing side. ❞ ❝ dream sweet dreams. there are no monsters here. ❞ ❝ i know who you are. i know what you are. ❞ ❝ a little honest loathing might be refreshing, like a tart wine after too much sweet. ❞ ❝ a bloody sword is a beautiful thing. ❞ ❝ a ruler belongs to their people, not to themself. ❞ ❝ if the ones i killed come haunt me, i will kill them all again. ❞ ❝ you shine so brightly, you will blind every man who dares look upon you. ❞ ❝ a fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy, i’ve heard it said. ❞ ❝ there’s blood on your hands, aye, same as mine. ❞ ❝ i have done wicked things, i know, but i could not bear for you to hate me. ❞ ❝ it is good to see you smiling again. ❞ ❝ i have doubts enough without you throwing oil on the fire of my fear. ❞ ❝ blood pays for blood, a life for a life. ❞ ❝ go home, if that is what you want. i am staying. ❞ ❝ a man’d think there’s no trust between us. ❞ ❝ i would choose freedom over comfort every time. ❞ ❝ you are even lovelier than i was told. ❞ ❝ stay. i do not wish to be alone. ❞ ❝ treachery on treachery. is there no end to it? ❞ ❝ dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? ❞ ❝ one wrong word, and this could turn to blood in half a heartbeat. ❞ ❝ you lie. i can see the truth in your eyes. ❞ ❝ throw down your steel and stand aside, and no harm need come to you. ❞ ❝ you are supposed to be my friend. why must you mock my hopes? ❞ ❝ it is better to die with honor than to live without it. ❞ ❝ it does no good to brood on lost battles and roads not taken. ❞ ❝ i see you are deaf to sense. ❞ ❝ you are no better than me. we’re just the same. ❞ ❝ a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it. ❞ ❝ you kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday. ❞ ❝ close your eyes. close your ears. turn away. you do not need to see this. ❞ ❝ the sooner we are gone from this place, the better. ❞ ❝ i am sorry my actions have displeased you. i did as i thought best. ❞ ❝ you do not need to trust a man to use him. ❞ ❝ if you cannot do this thing, you need only say so. there is no shame in that. ❞ ❝ never wound a foe when you can kill him. dead men don’t claim vengeance. ❞ ❝ this is what i wanted, what i worked for. so why does it taste so much like defeat? ❞ ❝ honest men should never need to hide their faces. ❞ ❝ i am not the trusting fool you take me for. ❞ ❝ men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths. ❞ ❝ he’s dead. he won’t bite. ❞ ❝ if this is the price for peace, i pay it willingly. ❞ ❝ it makes me wonder whose side you are on. ❞ ❝ dreams and prophecies. why must they always be in riddles? ❞ ❝ i will not say that you are welcome. nor will i deny that i have hoped that you might come. ❞ ❝ you have the eyes of a wolf and a taste for blood. ❞ ❝ men are mad and gods are madder. ❞ ❝ one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere. ❞ ❝ not all risks lead to ruin. ❞ ❝ is there some place with fewer eyes and ears? ❞ ❝ i need you now as i have never needed you before. ❞ ❝ tell me, is there any fight left in you? ❞ ❝ it was the wind that you heard screaming. ❞ ❝ crying? i was not crying. why would i cry? ❞ ❝ are you some butcher of the battlefield, hacking down every man who stands in your way? ❞ ❝ rain. a storm is coming. ❞ ❝ that was simple. simpler than i dared hope. simpler than it should have been. ❞ ❝ see that you do not speak of this. i’ll not have this tale spread. ❞ ❝ how could i be so blind for so long? ❞ ❝ you had a bad dream, that was all. ❞ ❝ are you prepared to defend that boast with sword or lance? ❞ ❝ i will do it. i said i would. i will. ❞ ❝ think that. believe that. tell yourself it’s true. ❞ ❝ you have more enemies than you know. ❞ ❝ i have no heart. i only have a hole. ❞ ❝ it has been too long since i’ve killed a man. ❞ ❝ words are wind. words cannot harm me. ❞ ❝ have you forgotten who i am? ❞ ❝ too many good men died that day. ❞ ❝ it is so good to see your face, your sweet face. ❞ ❝ it is still not too late to abandon this folly. ❞ ❝ i will not stay here to be insulted. ❞

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 9 months ago

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Hi Fen! Hope you're doing well <3

I've been having such a hard time going to sleep lately and I was wondering if the moon boys ever have that problem - when they're not trying to stay up that is. So what do you think? Do any of them have trouble falling asleep? What do they do when that happens? And how do you think they'd help a Reader who couldn't fall asleep?

I’m so sorry you’re having trouble sleeping! (And that it’s taken me so long to reply) I hope you're doing better now <3

Rating: PG Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: brief mention to sex

Steven

Doesn’t have trouble sleeping, and can go to sleep quite easily when he’s not fighting it AND when Marc isn’t co-fronting (Marc’s sleeping issues bleed over into Steven).

When you can’t sleep though Steven is more than happy to stay up with you.

“Spend most of my adult life on 2 hours of sleep a day, didn't I? Yes. So this isn’t even water off a duck’s back, this is air off a duck’s back, this is not even noticeable love.”

Will suggest lots of different things to do: reading (he will read to you if you want to try to sleep), watch something, listen to music, go on a weird London at 3:30am walk, “the night tube is running and we could go to 24 hour karaoke in Soho?”, “did you know these libraries are open at 4am?”, “I know a 24 gym that has a pool, we could go swimming!”, “Beckenham Place Park actually has open water swimming, I bet we’d be the only ones there! But I’m gonna wear a nose clip because I don’t want possible brain-eating amoeba up my nose, do I? No.” Proceeds to tell you a documentary's worth of information about Naegleria fowleri and how it was found in 1978 in Bath, so “yes it is in the UK Marc.”

Basically he’s full of ideas about where to go in the middle of the night that’s open because that’s what he used to do when he was trying not to sleep. (Also it’s nice to do things when there’s not so many people about.)

Will suggest driving to a spot he knows outside of London where there’s less light pollution to look at the stars. Will wake up Jake to do the driving. Will bully the hell out of Khonshu if the sky isn’t clear. (And will make him get rid of the cloud.)

100% would ask if you would like him to fuck you to sleep.

Marc

He’s not asleep either.

Usually gets Steven or Jake to fall asleep for him.

However, if they’re already asleep, or not available, he goes with the ‘I am laying down with my eyes closed, because it’s still resting’ philosophy.

He tries not to toss and turn a lot, but he does bless him.

Has tried to drink himself to sleep on several occasions.

Doesn’t like to see you having trouble sleeping at all and spends ages fussing over you.

Fluffs the pillows, gets extra blankets, gets less blankets, turns the heating on, gets the fan out, will run you a bath and put all the lavender stuff in and make you 500 herbal teas, then change the bed covers.

Will offer to sleep on the sofa or the floor so he doesn’t disturb you while you’re trying to sleep. (Then apologies when you obviously hate the idea of him being away from you.)

Is giving ALL the cuddles, however you want them. Will lay in the most uncomfortable position for himself for you to be comfy (will not tell you the position is uncomfortable for him.)

Tells you the most outrageously made up stories in quiet hushed tones to help lull you to sleep and then acts mock offended if you doubt that anything he says didn’t really happen.

Makes you cum on his mouth repeatedly until you’re so exhausted you have no choice but to fall asleep.

Jake

Can actually fall asleep anywhere at any time.

I still firmly believe that before Steven and Marc know about him he would front just to go to sleep because they are so bad at getting some shut eye and constantly run the body into the ground.

Has melatonin tablets and a whole pharmacy's worth of sleeping aids to share.

Will 100% take you for a drive to try to get you to fall asleep (or just to take you somewhere if you want, or if Steven has woken him up to drive.)

“Jake, I need you to drive to-”

“Steven… It's bedtime, time for sleep. No driving.”

“Oh, but S/O is having trouble sleeping and-”

Jake is already out of bed with his car keys in hand.

Will offer to be your weighted blanket and lay all over you.

Says he will threaten Khonshu to keep the sun down so you can rest if it takes you a while to get to sleep.

Tries to (lovingly) bore you to sleep by counting sheep out loud and in detail. “This one is a Merino sheep, the ones that are very fluffy. Her name is Harold. She likes grass, but not clover. Which is unusual for a sheep. So that’s one so far, one sheep. Now this next one is…”

Doesn’t offer sexy times because he doesn’t want to be pushy, however if you suggest it he’s happily all over you.

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lovebugism · 2 years ago

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EDDIE MUNSON MASTERLIST !

MASTERTAG | DRABBLES | HEADCANONS | ONESHOTS

☄. *. ⋆ ┄ SERIES

✶ THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT: eddie munson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). but you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.

✶ PART OF THE BAND: a collection of drabbles documenting the trials and tribulations of being in corroded coffin with eddie munson

☄. *. ⋆ ┄ ONE SHOTS

✶ DRUNK IN LOVE: "you're drunk, eds" / "yeah, super drunk. and in the morning, when i'm sober, you’ll still be beautiful… i’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you."

☄. *. ⋆ ┄ DRABBLES

✶ I LIKE YOUR FACE: eddie and his cynical eyes have a confession to make.

✶ SHE'S SO UNUSUAL: eddie's pretty sure he's loved you since the day he met you. you're pretty sure love is a neurochemical con job.

✶ TEACH ME HOW TO BE SOFT: in which you have a hard time believing that eddie loves you and he has no trouble proving you wrong.

✶ THIS IS GONNA STING: eddie finds out that jason's been tormenting you and figures a couple black eyes are worth defending his best friend.

✶ OW, NOT THAT MUCH: in which you're first time having sex with eddie he loves on you a little too hard

✶ FUNK: you tend to get a little down sometimes, but eddie will always see you out of it. otherwise known as, the eddie munson comfort fic to end all eddie munson comfort fics

✶ TRACE: eddie's post-sex inner monologue

☄. *. ⋆ ┄ HEADCANONS

✶ EDDIE MUNSON'S FINGERS: a short lil drabble about sucking on his fingers for the first time because i think it's something we all need in our lives

✶ THE GLASSES DEBACLE: eddie thinks his glasses are the least metal thing ever. you prove him wrong.

✶ BROKEN BEDS: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne.

✶ PRETTY BOY: eddie munson was yours. so it was only right to fuck him like he belonged to you.

✶ “babe virgin!eddie has my heart and pussy fr when he cums inside you for the first time you KNOW that mf is shaking and whimpering...”

✶ "i desperately need an eddie headcanon about him eating pussy 👀"

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shirefantasies · 10 months ago

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Hiiii hru? Can I request like the fellowship with a reader who is like a total push over? Like could be stabbed in the leg and would apologize to the attacker or like could literally be freezing but would offer their blanket so somebody who has slight chills. If you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine 😊 thank you ❤️

Yes you can! As someone who struggled with people pleasing for a long time & am still unlearning a lot, I really feel this! I didn’t go full apologizing for getting stabbed but hopefully this is a good representation of people pleasing behaviors 😅 Warnings: some blood/violence mentions, mental struggles implied

The Fellowship + People-Pleaser

Aragorn

“Why are we stopping,” you ask, “did you not say make haste?” “It cannot have escaped your notice that you were just stabbed,” Aragorn replies, gently urging you down and dabbing with stinging but necessary force around the bloody tear at your leg. His voice is hard to read- colored with wry amusement, perhaps, concern most definitely. His eyes shine at the sight of you and his gentle touch has heat rushing to your face. “Why do you think we would force you to bear a burden like this?” Struck. That is the only way you can describe the feeling, what his words do to you. You fear so greatly being a burden that the others see it as a poor reflection upon themselves. Like you think them heartless. You shake your head. “I’m sorry. I just- I didn’t want to slow us down since you said what you said. Never would I believe you capable of any great cruelty, Aragorn.” He nods. “That is not my intent.” His words are barely above a whisper now. “Now rest, please. We all could use it.”

Legolas

Shuffling behind you alerts you to another presence cutting like lightning through the spiraling clouds overtaking you. Panicking, you sniff and wipe frantically at your face with your sleeve, unglamorous as the gesture is. Straightening, you try your best to shakily apply the mask again, lips curving upward as much as you could will them. “What troubles you?” Legolas. Somehow it has, until this moment, escaped you that climbing into the trees was no promise of solitude when a woodland elf called your company temporary home. “Oh, nothing,” you say, cursing the waver of your tone, “nothing.” Brows furrowing, he stares pointedly as his dark eyes are soft and does not let his gaze leave. “Please. No burden is ever truly solitary.” Gaping, you try to come up with a rebuttal, feel too broken and melted to speak. Legolas sits at your side, leg brushing yours. “When you are ready, I will listen. There is no shame here. If you wish not to speak, I will simply stay.”

Boromir

Boromir's brows knitted at your repeated apologies. Breathy words of regret passed through your lips between waves of pain. Boromir's arms were around you, his steps shifting to guide you onto your back. Your leg was possibly broken, trampled in the last skirmish to great pain, and he had taken up the task of aiding your steps. “You did not ask for this,” his reply cut into your stream of words, “how can you apologize for actions beyond your control? You fought well, now come and rest.” “Thank you,” you manage, gritting your teeth as he lowered you onto a bedroll. “You are so like my brother sometimes,” Boromir chuckled deeply, smiling down upon your form as he unlaced your boots, “you need not prove your worth, you know. I care about you solely for what is in your heart.”

Gimli

“You can do anything! A great warrior lies within you! Every hit you take makes you stronger!” You had opened up to Gimli about the harsh words spoken to you in your past. The way you had subconsciously learned to live by them. Stay the desire to let people in lest they hurt you. It was exhausting, but you had been called a burden before and did not wish to be one again. Thus you told him to use those words again. You were used to them, after all. But all you received from the dwarf was staunch refusal. Kind words. Rousing words. “You remind me of my own kin,” he continued, “no challenge ever stops a dwarf for long. The fact that you spoke anything at all, naturally, is your first act of resistance. Thus now as you realize your own strength you can practice spitting it back in their face!” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, but in the flash of joy something else pierces your heart. Gimli immediately took those words as hogwash. Maybe those lessons had not been lessons at all, but hits just as he said. Maybe there was something to be said for rising better from them instead of lying down.

Frodo

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” you give your characteristic response the moment the others check in on you, unwilling to become the burden they could surely see you as. Seeing as how you gave no strong opinions the others nod and continue on. Taking a deep breath, you walk on as well, at least until an arm falls gently across you in restraint. “Why do you always do that?” Frodo asks, eyes imploring. “Do what?” You reply, unsure what you have done to bother him. “Put yourself down so,” he answers, “act like your say has no value. They would stop for you, you know.” “I…I do not wish to be the reason we slow,” you stammer out, voice quieting. Frodo just shakes his head at your words, hand reaching up to grasp your shoulder reassuringly. “Do not doubt our love for you,” he tells you with a small smile, “after all, it is not a thing that is bought and sold.”

Sam

“Oh, Sam,” you hold back a sneeze, “I love them!” “Really?” He doesn’t look convinced, starting to retract the hand holding the flowers giving you the unfortunate reaction. “Of course, why would I not?” Cocking a brow, Sam shot back “Because my mother was always having a bad time with these lot and you just gave the same twinge of your nose as she did. No need to lie over it, I’d love to find you some new ones.” Your face and head fell. “Sam, I am so sorry, truly I-” “You can’t control it,” he chuckled, “besides, the apology is mine if you felt like you needed to lie. You never have to lie to me, ok? We can work it out together.” His eyes shone and all you could do was smile and nod.

Merry

"No, no, really, take it.” Insisting, you hold out your blanket in a shaky hand as you peer beseechingly into Merry’s eyes. His brows furrow faintly, but no annoyance or even confusion crosses his face, only…concern, a look as though you held out your very soul. “You really don’t need to do that, you know.” Now it is your turn for an expression fading into concern, brows knitting at more than just the chill wind whipping the trees. “Do what?” The hobbit places one hand upon his hip, the other giving an accusing little wave. “Offer up your blanket and think to leave yourself none. I thank you, but really. You have needs, too, you know.” Both his face and tone soften upon those words, punctuated with one step closer. “And they’re no less important.” No one said such things to you. Perhaps they even came with some disbelief, a grate on the way down like a wrongly swallowed pill. But the way Merry said it: it was clear to you he believed it, and that fact alone gave you pause. “O-oh. Alright. Thank you,” you replied softly. “Of course. And if you’re really so concerned,” he gave the rakish smile that always had your heart leaping, “we could always share. If you were comfortable, of course.”

Pippin

“Oh, Pippin, I’m so sorry.” “What ever for now?” No malice colors his voice, only pure amusement and its usual jolly lilt. He peers at you with brows raised and green eyes wide as you glance down. “I’ve got to reach over you really quickly here.” “That’s it?” “Well, I was getting in your way and-” “If that is getting in my way, do your worst. In fact, you don’t have to be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry for accidentally stepping in front of me, either, or not realizing you spoke at the same time as me… wait,” stopping., Pippin gapes at you, “do you think I don’t like you? I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth!” Your heart flipped. How could he even consider that you would think that? You just felt like you were in the way all the time. Apologizing was something you always had done. Just in case. “Oh, no, I just…. Well, I suppose it’s silly,” you trailed off. “Oh, no,” Pippin grabbed your faltering hand with a shake of his head and a grin on his face, “no more apologizing on my watch, alright?”

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isak-dot-gov · 3 months ago

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hello um so i saw that your out of requests so i thought maybe i’d try it out i’ve never really requested anything before so if you don’t like it you can just ignore this

may i request jealous rhea x reader

maybe rhea over hears some locker room talk and they are talking about how much they’d love to get into readers pants. rheas not having any of it it upsets her. she goes of to find reader only to find them talking and giggling with Raquel gonzales. Raquel ask reader if they want to do some training together over the weekend. rhea steps in tells her reader is not interested then fluff/comfort ensues. reader asks rhea what that was all about rhea tells reader everything and reader comforts and reassures rhea that they only have eyes for her and nobody else. next show reader shows up in a i <3 mami shirt just to make rhea smile and to let everyone know that they don’t have a chance. nobody compares to mami<3

Only Mami For Me

Pairing: Jealous Rhea Ripley x Reader

Word count: 1549

My masterlist :)

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The WWE locker room was buzzing with its usual pre-show energy. Superstars were getting ready for their matches, trainers were moving about, and the general hustle and bustle filled the air. Rhea was tying up her boots, her mind focused on her upcoming match. But a conversation happening a few feet away caught her attention.

A group of male wrestlers was huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. Rhea’s curiosity piqued when she heard your name mentioned.

“I’m telling you, Y/N is the hottest on the roster,” one of them said, his tone filled with admiration.

“I’d give anything for a night with her,” another chimed in, causing the others to chuckle.

Rhea’s jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists as she listened. The more they talked about you in that way, the more her blood boiled. She couldn’t believe the audacity of these guys to talk about you like that, as if you were just some object for their entertainment.

“I bet she’s amazing in bed,” another one added, a suggestive grin spreading across his face.

That was the final straw for Rhea. She stood up, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the group. Her vision tunnelled with anger, and she felt her heart racing in her chest. She was about to storm over and give them a piece of her mind, but Damian grabbed her arm just in time.

“Rhea, don’t,” Damian said in a low voice, trying to calm her down. “It’s not worth it. You know how these guys are. They talk crap all the time.”

Rhea took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew Damian was right, but the jealousy and anger coursing through her veins were hard to shake. “They have no right to talk about her like that,” she muttered, her voice tight with frustration.

“I know,” Damian replied, releasing her arm once he was sure she wasn’t going to start a fight. “But you’ve got to be smart about this. Don’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they got under your skin.”

Rhea sighed, nodding reluctantly. She knew Damian was right. Picking a fight with the guys wouldn’t solve anything. It would only make things worse, drawing unwanted attention and possibly getting her into trouble with management. Still, she couldn’t just let it go. She needed to see you, to make sure you were okay, even though she knew you probably hadn’t heard any of what was being said.

As she made her way down the hallway, she spotted you up ahead, leaning against a wall and laughing with Raquel González. Raquel was standing close, her eyes sparkling as she chatted with you. Rhea’s stomach twisted at the sight. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust you—she trusted you with her life. But after what she had just heard, her emotions were running high, and seeing you with someone else, even if it was just Raquel, stung more than she cared to admit.

She slowed her pace, watching as Raquel leaned in closer to you, her expression friendly but with an edge of something more. You were giggling at something Raquel had said, your smile bright and genuine, and it made Rhea’s heart ache with a strange mixture of love and insecurity.

“So, Y/N,” Raquel said, her voice carrying over to where Rhea was standing, “how about we do some training together over the weekend? I think it’d be a lot of fun.”

Before you could respond, Rhea stepped forward, her presence commanding as she inserted herself into the conversation. “Actually, Y/N’s not interested,” she said, her tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Raquel looked taken aback, her brows raising in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t realise—”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted quickly, sensing the tension. “Maybe another time, Raquel.”

Raquel nodded, giving Rhea a curious look before stepping back. “Yeah, sure. I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” She gave you a small wave and walked away, leaving you and Rhea standing in the hallway.

You turned to Rhea, your brow furrowed in confusion. “What was that all about?”

Rhea sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. She suddenly felt a little foolish for how she had reacted, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, love,” she muttered, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I just… I overheard some guys in the locker room talking about you, saying some really inappropriate things. It pissed me off.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “What were they saying?”

Rhea looked up, her eyes meeting yours. “They were talking about how much they’d love to, you know… get in your pants,” she admitted, her voice tight with frustration. “And then I saw you with Raquel, and I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you listened to her. You could see the insecurity and worry in her eyes, and it tugged at your heart. “Rhea,” you said softly, stepping closer to her, “you don’t have to worry about anyone else. I only have eyes for you. Nobody else compares to you, Mami.”

Rhea’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, but she still looked uncertain. “I just… I don’t want to lose you,” she admitted, her voice almost a whisper.

You reached up, cupping her face in your hands and gently stroking her cheeks with your thumbs. “You’re not going to lose me, Rhea. I’m yours and yours alone. I don’t care what anyone else says or does. I love you, and nothing’s going to change that.”

Rhea closed her eyes, leaning into your touch as she let out a slow, relieved breath. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

Rhea chuckled, a genuine smile breaking through her previously tense expression. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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The Next Show

The following week, you decided to do something special to show Rhea just how much she meant to you. As you arrived at the arena for the next show, you had a secret plan in mind. You had commissioned a custom shirt just for this occasion, and you couldn’t wait to see Rhea’s reaction.

As you made your way through the backstage area, you spotted Rhea talking with Damian Priest and Finn Bálor. She hadn’t seen you yet, and you took the opportunity to pull on the shirt, making sure it was clearly visible.

The shirt was simple, black with bold white letters that read: “I ❤️ Mami”. The design was cheeky but sincere, a perfect representation of how you felt about Rhea.

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves, and walked over to where Rhea was standing. As you approached, Damian and Finn noticed you first, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of your shirt.

“Oh, wow,” Damian said, smirking as he nudged Rhea. “Looks like someone’s got a fan.”

Rhea turned to look at you, her expression initially confused before her eyes landed on your shirt. The moment she read the words, her face broke into a wide, disbelieving smile. “Are you serious?” she asked, her voice filled with laughter.

You grinned, doing a little spin to show off the shirt. “What do you think? Figured it was time to let everyone know that they don’t stand a chance. Nobody compares to you, Mami.”

Rhea’s smile softened, and you could see the genuine happiness in her eyes. She reached out, pulling you into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You looked up at her, your heart swelling with love. “I just wanted to make you smile. You deserve to know how much you mean to me.”

Rhea kissed your forehead, her arms still wrapped around you. “You make me the happiest person in the world, Y/N. Thank you.”

As the two of you stood there, wrapped up in each other, you could feel the eyes of everyone around you watching. But you didn’t care. You wanted the whole world to know that you were Rhea’s, and she was yours.

As you broke apart from the hug, Rhea took your hand, her thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. “You know, wearing that shirt out there is going to stir up a lot of talk,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You shrugged, a playful grin on your face. “Let them talk. I’m proud to be yours, and I want everyone to know it. Besides, it’s about time I showed off my favourite person.”

Rhea’s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare sight that made your heart flutter. “You always know just what to say to make me feel special,” she murmured, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

The moment was interrupted by Finn, who cleared his throat dramatically. “As much as I love seeing you two all lovey-dovey, we’ve got a show to put on, remember?”

You laughed, pulling back from Rhea but still keeping your hand in hers. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming. Can’t keep the fans waiting, right?”

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Isak speaks: ngl downplaying a request this good is crazyyyyyy

#rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #wwe #mami rhea

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da-rulah · 11 months ago

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The Mayor's Daughter - Mary Goore x f!Reader [Part 3]

Summary: With the whole town coming out to celebrate the Bicentennial, you're back to playing Daddy's good little girl. Still, the lingering hurt from your last encounter with Mary simmers away inside you. But the festivities carry on, and you have to act the part.

All eyes are on you; including Mary's...

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcohol and drug usage, unwanted advances, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill as mentioned in part 2), quickie

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

A/N: Another big thank you to the wonderful @angellayercake and @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading and workshopping parts of these chapters with me. I adore you endlessly, and cannot thank you enough.

"Mare, c’mon man, that girl is practically undressing you with her eyes!” One of Mary’s friends, Davey – only named as such since his surname was Jones and he did indeed look like a pirate with a kraken for a best friend – slung an arm around Mary’s shoulders where he sat at their usual spot by the bar. Mary almost choked on the sip of beer he was taking, shoving his friend from him with an eye roll and leaning back on the bar.

“Told ya, I’m not into her,” he warned, taking another sip from the bottle neck.

“Why the fuck not? She’s hot as hell...” Davey screwed his nose up in disgust at Mary, shamelessly looking towards the beautiful girl in motorcycle leathers at the end of the bar who only seemed to have eyes for Mary.

“Leave him alone, Davey... You know that ain’t his type!” Forrest – also a nickname, given to him to take the piss out of his talent in track in high school – elbowed Davey in the ribs in jest.

“Nah, Mare only likes that ‘princess pussy’,” laughed Jed – no nickname, that actually was his name.

“Shut the fuck up, Jed,” Mary spat, not bothering to turn his head back to his friends.

To those around him, it was obvious he was sulking. But what wasn’t obvious, was why.

His friends weren’t aware of his second night with you, nor did they know why he had been in such a foul mood the last few days. But Mary’s mind was constantly occupied with re-enactments of the heated exchange on your rooftop.

He flitted between feeling hard done by, like he had done nothing wrong, and digging his heels in, telling himself it was you being the brat and giving him a hard time over nothing. More often than not, he settled on the latter – he was just too damn stubborn to admit any sort of wrongdoing, too quick to be defensive of his actions and opinions as he had to be all of the damn time.

“What, did she ghost you, Mare?” Jed taunted with an exaggerated pout and a puppy dog voice, “the Queen of Shiba didn’t call?”

Mary span on his bar stool, glaring at Jed. “Nah, I told you guys; not interested. Good lay, bit of excitement, but I don’t go back for sloppy seconds.”

And there it was; the male bravado, the toxic masculinity he’d learned as a product of his environment. Frankly, he hated it. He knew what he sounded like to his own ears, and that wasn’t him. But surrounded by the only people in this town to share his interests, he had to fit in. He was so desperate to fit in somewhere.

This Mary wasn’t a reality; this was the stereotype that he was forced to live under to get by. And that was just the problem; Mary, just like you, lived according to how people believed he should live. But even Jed didn’t believe him, his tone monotonous and his face unwavering from the stormy little look that had been perpetually carved into it since that last night with you.

“Listen man, if she stood you up or whatever, she ain’t worth your time anyway. Girls like that are nothin’ but trouble...” Jed leaned against the bar next to Mary, who looked down at him with disgust.

“She didn’t stand me up, you fucking ape. I’m just not a repeat offender,” he shrugged.

“Only ‘cause no girl in their right mind would fuck you twice, Goore,” Forrest teased. He meant nothing true by it, only intending to have a laugh, some banter with his friend over a beer. But it struck a nerve with Mary.

“Fuck you, man,” he growled, slamming his beer on the bar behind him and standing up, grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the bar stool.

“Oh come on, I was joking!” he tried to back-pedal, but Mary had heard enough.

“Whatever, I’m out.” Mary slunk his arms into his jacket as he pushed through his friends crowding around him, past the girl at the end of the bar who, with a sparkle in her eyes, had thought he was finally coming to talk to her – only to be disappointed when he didn’t even look at her – and out into the street where the slight chill of a late-night breeze bit at his skin.

Mary sighed to himself, fishing in his pockets for his pack of smokes and lighter, inhaling a long drag to calm his simmering rage in his chest. As he began to walk, his mind raced ahead, down tangents he hadn’t ventured in quite some time. He’d pushed them down, ignored them and continued the facade for too long, but they were bound to come back eventually – and Forrest may just have triggered that.

Because sure, he hadn’t ever had a long-term relationship of any kind. Flings that lasted a month tops, yes, but nothing substantial, nothing with anything real. Mary was everybody’s dirty little secret, the guy they could never take home to mother and so no one ever did. His reputation preceded him; the angry little metal head punk who got into trouble, started fights, dicked about all the time. Who on earth would want to be with a delinquent?

But that wasn’t him. That was just what people saw when they looked at him.

Perhaps that’s why your dismissal of him cut as deep as it had. When you looked at him, that was all you saw too. He knew he’d never given you any reason to believe he was anything otherwise – he’d screwed you in a bathroom stall and snuck into your bedroom when your parents were downstairs, for fuck’s sake – but part of him always hoped someone might see through that, read between the lines, maybe get to know him a little.

He’d certainly been intrigued by you...

Daddy’s little girl, the apple of his eye, the town sweetheart... How dumb had he been to think a girl like you would ever see him as anything different than the rest of the world. Mary was nothing but a token fuck, a notch on your bedpost. You were experimenting, looking for a thrill in your drab little life; that’s what he told himself. He’d never be more than a dirty little secret to you.

The more he thought about you, the more stupid he felt. It bordered on angry, realising now that while you spewed that bullshit about being put in a box, stereotyped and forced to live what essentially was a lie, you were doing exactly the same thing to him. Oh, you wanted the chance to prove you were more than your reputation?

Well, so did Mary. But you wouldn’t give that to him, so why should he give that to you?

Mary shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked through town, practically deserted at the late hour. He smoked and thought, mind whirring over you. He shouldn’t be stuck on this, but it bothered him. You bothered him.

He thought there was some kind of connection there, if that last encounter was anything to go by. The way you’d held him close to you as he drove his hips into you, the way you gave in to him, trusted him... He thought you might give him a chance to show you there was more to him than just a good lay and a residual bad-boy image from his teenage years. But you gave him no such chance.

Mary scoffed into the night, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he walked himself home. If he was going to wallow in self-pity and loathing, he wanted to do it in the comfort of his tiny little apartment with a cold beer and perhaps a joint.

But most importantly, he wanted to do it alone.

You were dreading tonight, as you dreaded every major event in this town that your perfect little family had to attend or host.

The town’s bicentennial celebrations had been prepared for weeks ahead of today, and now today was the ‘big day’, as your father had been reminding you.

“This town will remember who their mayor was on occasions such as this. It’s important, darling. You must look your best on the ‘big day’!” he had told you. You’d just nodded and smiled along, resorting to default ever since the night Mary had left.

That reputation was so important to him. His political career was his first born, you were simply the second, less significant baby in his life. But, as the good little girl he saw you as, you dressed in the pretty red sundress you’d bought to match the red, white and blue of the occasion, did your simplistic, pretty make up and put on that dazzlingly sweet smile for the biggest event of the celebrations; the Bicentennial Fair.

A couple of the farmers on the outskirts of town had graciously given up some of their land to host the fair, setting up a bandstand stage, fairground rides and games, some food stalls... There was to be a firework display, live music, and of course, a big speech by the reigning Mayor; a speech you would have to be on stage for, paraded as part of Daddy’s little trophy family.

The thought of the town’s eyes on you made you feel sick. You wish no one knew you, that you were invisible. Well, not totally invisible... There was only one set of eyes you wished would see you; truly see you.

“Darling, the car is here. Are you ready?” your father called up the stairs to you, impatience in his tone. You glanced in your mirror, one final fluff of your hair and smack of your glossed lips before you called back.

“Coming, daddy!”

“Ladies and gentlemen! Two centuries ago, a small settlement nestled on this land, and over the years, it has flourished into the vibrant, diverse, and thriving community we proudly call home...”

You had to fight the scoff that threatened to rise in your throat, instead standing beside your mother with your well-practised smile in front of the crowds that flocked to the stage for your father’s opening speech. There was nothing ‘diverse’ about this community that shunned and bullied anything it deemed different.

“As we commemorate this momentous occasion, let us take a moment to acknowledge the resilience and dedication of every individual who has played a role in shaping our town's story. From the pioneers who first set foot on this soil to the generations that have followed, each has left an indelible mark on the tapestry of our shared history!”

While your father droned on about the achievements of the town throughout his lifetime and time in office, your eyes drifted over the crowd gathered at the stage. Near the front, you could see your friends, flirting with some of the college lacrosse boys they’d invited to hang out with you all. If you weren’t here by the demand of your father, you would slither on home the second his speech ended; no part of you wanted to hang out with the fake friends you’d never felt so disconnected from, nor the group of jock boys they were drooling over.

If it were up to you, you’d no longer be friends with these people at all. Throughout school, they had been the ‘right’ people to hang out with, the ones that held up your image and you hung out with based on forced proximity alone, but you’d grown up since high school and college and these people were not your people. They were fickle, shallow and had no depth to them. You wanted interesting people in your life, people with substance, stimulating conversation, even something weird about them.

Like him.

Upon scanning the crowd past your friends, you caught sight of him near the back. He was ignoring the speech, as you’d expect, instead chatting and laughing with his friends, can of beer in hand.

Your practised smile faltered slightly, chest tightening as you replayed how you’d left things with him the last time you’d met.

“Don’t think we’re exactly compatible...” you’d told him. “Now you have no reason to come back.”

You had put a hard stop on whatever was going on that night, and boy, did you regret that. Although only hooking up with him twice, you couldn’t deny the weird feeling of safety he gave you. He didn’t seem as shallow as the abundance of people in your life; he had substance, stories to tell. The first night at the bar, you’d heard a few of them... He had been trying to impress you with stories of band shenanigans or stories of pranks and borderline criminal activity but it was more interesting than hearing your ‘best friend’ Amelie droning on about how she’d let a guy spank her once – the height of excitement in her vanilla little life.

The point was, Mary was interesting. Despite the tales he’d told you and the excitement he brought to your sexual exploits, there was more to him to unpack. You so desperately wanted to know him, even the dark parts of him.

But you'd ruined any chance of that.

You plastered the winning smile back onto your face, squeezing your mother’s hand as you shared a bright smile.

“And so, tonight we celebrate the wonderful town we call our home. Please, enjoy the music, the good food, good company,” you father turned back to you and your mother with a loving smile before turning back, the crowd letting out a resounding ‘awwww’ at the ‘family man’ act, “and the fair! Please join us at 8:00pm for the fireworks!”

The crowd clapped and cheered for him as they were programmed to do; for a moment it reminded you of that stupid movie with the minions screaming for their evil genius who wanted to steal the moon. Their loyalty to him certainly echoed that... But soon they dispersed, taking advantage of the fair, grabbing drinks and food and readying themselves for the fireworks due to start in just 20 minutes.

“Mare, pass your lighter! Mine’s outta juice,” Jed outstretched his hand, and Mary – who had been lighting a cigarette – rolled his eyes, slapping it into his palm.

“You brought sparklers? What are we, fucking 8 years old?” Mary laughed, expelling his first lungful of smoke.

“Since when did we become miserable bastards? Go on...” Jed waved an unlit sparkler in Mary’s face, “you know you wanna...”

Mary snatched it with a smirk, his cigarette flopping between his lips. He held the sparkler up, aligning the end of his cigarette and lighting the sparkler far too close to his face and yet somehow managing to do so smoothly without a burn.

“Pretty...” he said, waving it about.

“En-garde!” Jed shouted, pulling a ridiculous fencing pose and holding his own lit sparkler in Mary’s direction.

“You fuckin’ idiot...” Mary laughed, joining Jed in a battle of sparklers as the first of the fireworks shot into the sky, lighting up the faces of the crowd gathered to watch.

You stood and watched them, loud and beautiful as they coloured the dark sky. Beside you, one of the lacrosse guys was getting a little too close for comfort. He’d slunk an arm around your shoulders, your body language remaining closed off with arms folded over your chest. You think his name was Devon, and he’d been flirting with you since you stepped off the stage.

“Pretty aren’t they, princess? Like you...” he mused, smirking down at you. You just smiled, unwilling to deny him the thought that he stood a chance with you in case it caused a scene. You’d rather all eyes were not on you tonight – at least as much as you could control.

Your gaze wandered though, away from the firework display and over to the other side of the field, where you spotted Mary and his friends, goofing around with sparklers like unsupervised children. The smile on his face infected your own, seeing him enjoying a carefree moment of stupidity. You watched as the group battled each other like kids pretending to be pirates.

“So fucking immature...” Devon scoffed beside you, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Trust that punk and his creepy friends to spoil a classy evening.”

You looked at him with a scowl, already pissed off with his presence but now also by his attitude. “Oh, I don’t know. Looks like they’re having fun, at least,” you defended as you turned back to look at the group of them.

Mary dodged a swipe from Davey, fake-stabbing Jed who stumbled over his feet and dropped to the grass feigning death. He laughed at his friends, taking another drag of his cigarette before he looked up, and his eyes fell on yours...

Time froze. You couldn’t hear the bangs of the fireworks anymore, nor the gasps from the watching crowd. Your stomach dropped along with the smile you’d caught from Mary, your arms tightening to hug yourself and make yourself smaller, cowering from his gaze.

Mary had been worried he’d come across you here tonight... He almost hadn’t come, but he’d been met with resistance when he tried to back out. Now he’d seen you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you... Stood there in a red dress that mocked his memories of that red lingerie you’d worn for him, another guy’s arm around your shoulder. A jock, no less.

It stung him more than he would like to admit. Not just with another guy barely two weeks after he’d last had you, but a guy like that; one clearly better suited to your lifestyle than himself, one you weren’t ashamed to be seen with. The anger he’d been working to diminish stoked into a flame of jealousy, as if you’d committed some kind of betrayal. He wanted so desperately to look away, but while your eyes were on his, he just couldn’t do it...

The fireworks ended, the crowd clapping but the two of you stayed locked onto each other, until Devon squeezed your shoulder, snapping you from your trance.

“We’re gonna go on the waltzers, babe,” he grinned, the premature use of a pet name infuriating you. You’d met the guy a few hours ago, and already he believed he had some moronic claim to call you that? It didn’t feel right, didn’t sound right. You much preferred ‘doll’ anyway...

“O-oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll go...” you stuttered weakly, turning your gaze back to Mary who still stood there, watching as Devon guided you away with a look of disgust on his face, sparkler long since extinguished in his hand.

Mary turned back to his friends, rejoining his group and ignoring you as best he could with so much unsaid between you. Defeated, you allowed yourself to be dragged into an evening you most certainly would not enjoy.

Mary made up every possible excuse in the book to follow you from a distance throughout the evening. At first it had been out of jealousy, yes. He wanted to know what the fuck you saw in a guy like the one constantly finding ways to keep his hands on you. As he watched your interactions from afar, he saw this guy kept inserting himself into your conversations with your friends, finding new ways to come between you and them. His hands had moved from your shoulders, to your upper arm, to your waist and down to your hips, and Mary was practically vibrating with fury.

His friends were none the wiser, still dicking about, going on the rides and playing the fairground games. With every can of beer they consumed, they became less and less aware of Mary’s intentions, to the point where they didn’t notice when he slipped away from the group to follow yours.

The final straw had come when you were playing one of those rigged shooting games. Rows of ducks would pass by with targets on their backs, and you had to shoot them with little pellets in order to win a prize. Your aim wasn’t very good, not that you were really trying. You could give less of a fuck about any of this, only partaking at the miserably whiny complaints from your friends about being ‘no fun’ anymore. Out of five shots, you had missed the first two.

“I got you, babe,” Devon stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and enveloping your hands around the gun, lifting them as he lowered his chin to your shoulder to take aim for you.

“I can do it, thanks,” you tried to tell him, but he just laughed, invading your space as he whispered into your ear.

“C’mon, I’ve never seen a worse shot. Let me help...”

You could feel him pressing against your back, his hips into your ass with the subtlety of a clown with air horns for shoes. Internally, you panicked... Telling him no and being adamant would cause a scene... a scene in a public place around everyone from your town. But you wanted nothing more than you shove him away from you, tell him to go fuck himself with a slap.

Instead, you focussed on the game; the quicker you played, the quicker it was over.

But from Mary’s perspective, his advances looked more than welcome; and it boiled his blood.

Now alone and watching from beside a hot dog cart, Mary’s gaze had followed every tiny little move Devon had made, and seen the smug little smirk on his face when you hadn’t pulled away from him. Oh, how he wanted to smack it from him... But from where he stood, you didn’t exactly look like the ‘damsel in distress’ either. And he was no knight in shining armour...

He felt more like a twat in tin foil, taken in by your wiles and flirtations, hoodwinked into believing for a second a girl like you would be attracted to a guy like him. Maybe that’s why you got so defensive when he asked what you saw in him? Because he’d rumbled your little game. Barbie had just been bored, and he was a new little troll doll to fool around with.

You won, unsurprisingly. You made the last three shots with the unsolicited help of Devon, enough to earn you a small prize of a stuffed plushie resembling a lilac unicorn. You pretended you were excited, jumping about to get Devon off you and squealing with your girlfriends to divert the attention back to the group and not on you anymore. It worked, Devon folding his arms over his abnormally large chest and watching with a smug smile as you celebrated your win.

“Uh, babe, think you forgot to thank the person who helped...” he interrupted, bending at the waist and presenting his cheek, tapping it with a finger. He expected a kiss... Your friends stopped cheering with you, now whispering excitedly at the clear flirtation they saw as a win. You, on the other hand, could barely keep the smile on your face, a sense of dread hanging over you.

Once again, you were forced into a situation that backing out of would have more consequences than not.

And so, hesitantly, you stepped back towards him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and mumbling a quick “thank you, Devon...”

Mary’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning whiter than his face paints and threatening to crack like old leather from the force.

“C’mon, I’ve got another idea...” Devon smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder again. “Let’s see which of you girls is the biggest scaredy-cat...”

He was met with snickers from his friends, and some giggles from yours but ultimately, he got his way, and you were being dragged towards the walk-through House of Horrors to the edge of the fairground, lit up with flashing lights and pumping out organ music and evil laughter sound effects.

Inside was filled with poorly made-up actors, cheap scares, tricks of the eye and dead-ends; exactly what you had expected. Devon let go of you to run ahead, in the hope he might find a hiding spot to jump out and yell ‘boo’ from, as was customary of primates of his low intelligence.

You wandered through the mazes and puzzles slowly, losing the majority of your friends and hearing their screams as animatronics or actors jumped out at them ahead of you. You rolled your eyes, sick to the back teeth of their pathetic overreactions to get the boys to fawn over them.

So, you purposefully headed in a ‘wrong’ direction, through a dizzying array of draped plastic sheets covered in dirt and fake blood, getting lost in them. The strobe lights flickered quickly, making any movement around you appear like stop-motion animation. You struggled to see much of anything at all, brief flashes illuminating the sheets around you. You thought you saw figures passing you, actors trying to scare and disorient you; frankly, it was working. As you pushed sheets out of your face, you span in every direction, losing your way and feeling more and more trapped the deeper into the sheet maze you stumbled.

You were just starting to panic, when a hand wrapped its way around your throat from behind you, long fingers and cold metal circling your neck.

You knew the actors in this place could touch you, but not like this...

The rising panic in you exploded, limbs thrashing against the body behind you and squealing until a second hand slapped itself over your mouth and dragged you back through a flurry of plastic sheets until you were pushed up against a wall, your captor spinning to stand in front of you. You dropped your little unicorn plushie, gripping their wrists tightly like a knee-jerk reaction to being manhandled.

Through the strobing lights, you couldn’t make them out in your panic, but you saw the fake blood first, as the actor leaned into your space and hovered by your ear to whisper into it.

“Enjoying your date, Barbie?”

Your eyes widened, your hands letting go of the wrists the held you and slapping against his arms and chest until he removed the grip on your mouth to allow you to speak. But he still had a hold of you... your neck, just like the last time...

“Mary?!” you whisper shouted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The panic that had risen inside you subsided, but only slightly. You were still pinned to a wall in a house of horrors by your neck at the hands of someone you believed to be pretty fucking pissed at you after the last time you spoke. Still, an anger rose in you, triggered by the humiliation of allowing him to overpower and scare you like that.

“Ken seems to be enjoying it,” he smirked, biting his lip, eyes watching you with mischief in his irises.

“Not your fucking business, Goore,” you spat, “Get off me!”

Mary backed off immediately, never one to hold you against your will. If you told him not to touch you, he wouldn’t touch you; a rule he lived by. So, his hands dropped to his pockets, and he took half a step back – still enough to keep you backed against the wall, but enough distance you could leave if you really wanted to. So far, though, he noted you made no such move.

“Just find it funny, is all...” he scoffed, kicking his feet against the floor, lights still flickering around you both. You couldn’t get a clear look at him for longer than a split second under these strobes.

“What?” you were getting more aggravated with every word that left his mouth.

“You...” he looked back up at you, his face contorting into one of indignation, an anger that had been simmering away all evening. “Thought you weren’t ‘that kind of girl’. You look real comfortable in that box they’ve put you in, Barbie.”

You wanted to be angry, but instead, hurt flashed through you like a white-hot branding iron had been shoved down your throat.

“You don’t get to judge me on appearances, Mary...”

“Oh, but you do? That seems fair, doll. Sitting up in your ivory fucking tower, looking down at me...” he hissed, slapping a palm to the wall beside your head and leaning over you. In the flashing lights, he looked more menacing than you’d ever seen him... His body was so close to yours, the heat of his anger emanating from him and working its way across you. You could smell cigarettes, leather and beer as his face hovered above you, that cologne from last time missing from his skin.

“I didn’t ask for this, my frie-” Mary didn’t let you finish.

“You looked pretty cosy to me, Barbie.”

“Fuck you...” you spat, defiant and trying to appear as if his words weren’t affecting you, but how could they not? He was doing exactly what you had accused him of, judging you like everybody else. And with him looming over you, so close, so furious, it was hard to think straight at all... Caught between the instinct to slap him and run, or to pull him closer until you could feel all of him again.

Mary threw his head back in almost maniacal laughter, slapping the wall from the hilarity of a joke you seemed to have missed.

“Yep, fuck me. That’s all I'm good for...” he howled, making your brow furrow. What the hell did he mean by that? “I bet you still think about it, huh?” His eyes fell back onto you, running down your features, your neck, your body and back up again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” you denied. And it was denial, because yes, you did. Of course you did... Mary was the first and only guy to pay any attention to the fact you had any needs at all besides his own, the first to make you feel that strange, unwavering safety...

“Sure you do. Those thoughts that linger in that pretty little head of yours... Daddy’s little girl, rebelling against him to fuck the town screw up,” he taunted, leaning down to exaggerate every syllable. “You still think about me, darlin’. I can tell.”

You wanted to protest, to smack him and tell him he was being vile, no better than any other man who laid any kind of claim to you. The only issue was, a part of you had let him claim you. Part of you was his the very first time you let him in. Even now, the blush on your cheeks and the fluttering in your groin were indisputable. You thought of Mary every time you had a moment alone, every time you wanted to talk to someone with a personality, every time you touched yourself since...

You’d driven yourself wild with the desire to have him again, let alone the desire to talk to him, to scream at him or apologise to him or something, anything. But no matter out of hatred, lust, longing or loneliness, he’d been there; a constant figure in your mind.

You squirmed under him, thighs pressing together and body sinking against the wall as you dared to look him in the eye. His gaze felt like that of a predator stalking its prey, made all the more foreboding by the intermittency of light.

“Tell me you don’t want that fucking cocksucker...” he growled. You hesitated, chest rising and falling in anxiety.

“I-I... don’t want... that cocksucker,” you stuttered. You’d forgotten how to breathe, how to blink. Mary. Mary. Mary. That’s all your mind knew.

“Tell me you want me, doll...” Your heart raced in your chest as Mary’s lips hovered above your exposed neck, warm breath fanning over the skin and raising goosebumps that he most certainly noticed.

If you refused to say it, he’d back off. If you truly didn’t want him, he would walk away and never approach you again. And you knew that.

The thought terrified you.

“I... Mary,” you whined, laying your head back against the wall. How badly you wanted to say it, to tell him you wanted him. You did, so much. But that anger lingered in you, that hurt... He only saw you as the Mayor’s Daughter, the princess in her ivory tower – he'd said it himself.

“Say you want me, doll...” His lips had moved to linger above your collarbone. “Please...”

Above the sound effects of the house of horrors – the creaking of doors, the screams and rips of chainsaws, the ghostly cackles and ghoulish taunts – you barely heard him, hardly above a whisper. But the way he begged... If you dared to look down at him, to see the visible pain on his face, it might have broken you. You didn’t know why he sounded so strained, so full of despair, but you were sure you were not meant to have heard that.

“Mary... look at me...” you told him, your hands cupping his cheeks as he took a deep breath in, raising his head. There was a strange vulnerability to him, one that you’d only seen brief flickers of in the past. “I-I want... I want you.”

Mary’s face hardened, a rumble travelling up from his chest, his throat, and ripping from his lips with a snarl; the predator catching its prey.

His body pinned yours to the wall behind you, his lips crushing yours in a frenzied kiss. No longer in the safety of your bedroom, you were forced to resort to desperate measures, unable to take your time with each other tonight. If you wanted each other, here and now, it had to be quick. It had to be quiet.

But neither one of you could deny you needed each other, your bodies both so reactive. Mary’s free hand instinctively found your thigh, lifting it to his hip to press his heavy erection to your core so you could feel how much he needed you. Your muscles tensed at the feeling, your core clenching as if beckoning for him. Your fingernails dug into his hair, pulling him so tightly against your lips that they could bruise.

The hand that kept him balanced against the wall behind your head dropped to push between you both, flattening against your mound beneath the skirt of the sundress you’d chosen tonight. Mary felt the damp stain against his skin and growled into your mouth, his tongue swiping against yours in time with the way his palm ground down into your clit.

With no time to waste, he shoved the fabric to one side, sliding his fingers through your arousal and circling your clit as he bucked his bulge into the back of his hand. He parted his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and groaning quietly as his jaw went slack from the friction in his jeans. You hooked your leg around his hip tighter, pulling him against you to encourage him to push those damn fingers inside you already.

He obliged eagerly, slipping two inside – his rings only adding to the sensation – and curling instantly, meeting minimum resistance. You curled in on yourself, biting your lip to hush the moan that so desperately wanted to slip past. Despite the horror track on repeat around you, you really, really didn’t want to be caught like this... mostly because you didn’t want this to end yet.

Mary worked you open expertly, having learned your body and what made you tick, committing you to memory. With every thrust of his hand and curl of his fingers, your chest barrelled forwards into him, forehead pressing into his as your lips chased his – except neither of you were coherent enough to kiss the other, jaws slack with heavy breaths taking over as your minds clouded with lust.

“M-Mary... oh fuck, please...” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Mary just nodded dumbly, retracting his fingers and sucking them into his mouth without hesitation, needing to clean them off quickly. He fumbled with his belt and zipper, pushing them down just barely enough to release his weeping cock, so painfully hard his tip glistened a deep red shade.

“I’ve got you, doll...” he muttered, quickly lining himself up with your core and pushing himself inside until his hips lay flat against yours. So much thicker than two of his fingers, the stretch burned a little, both of you moving too fast to take your time with foreplay but you could care less; you needed him now, and you weren’t willing to compromise.

You gripped the lapels of his leather jacket – the very same you’d stolen and given back to him – and held on tight as his hips began rocking against you. Both of his hands fell to your thighs, gripping you so tight you figured he would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Fuck, you hoped he would.

With his hips he pinned you to the wall, lifting both thighs to wrap your legs around his waist and drive home over and over again while you held on tight. He buried his head in your neck, kissing, sucking, licking, biting at the skin as he lost himself in you. You felt like you were being mauled by a starving animal, the heat of your bodies and the swell of pleasure in your core only adding to the rabid way in which you let Mary take you. The way you grabbed at each other, held each other as close as possible proved how utterly entranced you were, and it frightened you.

It scared you how much you seemed to need him, like he was the most addictive drug on the face of the earth. It scared you how much you had missed him, like a gaping wound had been left when you’d pushed him away and now that he was here, and he still wanted you, it was finally healing. It scared you to think that it could all disappear again, that if you let your death grip on him go, he would walk away for good.

You couldn’t focus on that right now; you couldn’t focus on much of anything, in fact. All you could do was thread your fingers in Mary’s hair, gritting your teeth to stop the moans and screams that threatened to permeate the sound effects repeating from the speakers around you. Through the flashes of the strobe lights, you could just make out Mary’s expression of pained bliss. His eyes were screwed shut, features etched into a permanent growling expression. He pounded into you mercilessly, finding an angle that had the both of you losing your minds.

“Fucking hell, I can’t... I won’t last, doll...” he warned, out of breath but unwilling to slow his hips. He was too far gone, needing release just as badly as you.

“Don’t care, just... don’t stop!” you whined, pulling him by his hair to kiss him violently again. You just needed him.

Mary wasn’t having it though; he would not be responsible for just his own orgasm tonight. He didn’t follow you in here to take what he wanted from you. Truthfully, he had no idea what had fuelled him to follow you in here except a burning desire to confront you, a force propelling him to get some sort of answers out of you. But the only question he needed answering was ‘do you want me?’ And now he certainly knew that you did.

Securing your legs around his waist, his snuck one of his hands between you and pressed his fingertips to your clit as he fucked into you. In the position you both were, it was awkward and difficult, his fingers pressing to your sensitive clit hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain, but it was what you needed, and soon enough, you felt yourself hurtling towards a powerful and uncontrollable orgasm...

“M-Mary!” you cried, trying so damn hard to keep your voice down, “d-don’t go...”

“No, no no no I’m right here. Goin’ nowhere, doll. I’m here,” he assured you. “Come on, finish for me. I got you.”

You let go, crashing your lips back to his if only to muffle your cries, too much pressure to allow your lips to move together at all. Your orgasm hit you violently, limbs spasming and muscles contracting as your mind sparked and short circuited. If Mary hadn’t been holding you up, you’d have slid down the wall to the hardwood floor beneath you, gasping for air.

But Mary wouldn’t let you go, especially not when he was seconds away from climax himself. Your body contracting around him and the clenching of your walls on his cock had him losing any composure he’d mustered. Before he knew what he was doing, he was cumming inside you, filling you so full of his essence.

He pushed his body to lean against yours, propping you both up on the wall as you came down together from the powerful high. The speakers muffled your heavy breaths as you both learned to control them, the flashing lights offering some kind of privacy amongst the plastic sheets that concealed you against the dead end to the maze.

When the fog began to clear, you allowed yourself to look at Mary in front of you, dripping sweat from that spike of hair he called a fringe, his make-up patchy and shining with each flash of light. Unsure of what to do or say now, you opted for awkwardly tracing your fingers over his make-up, avoiding his eyes that watched you intently.

“Are you, um... You okay?” he asked, gently setting your feet on the floor and moving his hands to your waist as he pulled his hips away from yours, leaving you feeling empty. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had stuck to your forehead from the humidity of the both of you, before adjusting your panties back to where they should sit, and tucking his softening length back into his jeans.

“Yeah... I’m okay,” you half smiled, awkwardly readjusting your dress and feeling the uncomfortable feeling of Mary leaking from you... “You?”

“Y-yeah, I mean...” He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. “Guess I got carried away.” You reached up to take his wrist from behind his head, entwining your fingers with his instead. He watched you closely, unsure what to say.

“I don't mind,” you smirked, “I’m glad, even. I think... maybe we both needed that.” Mary smiled, avoiding your gaze again and nodding while he fiddled with your fingers between his.

“We should, um... probably get out of here. Before your friends come looking for you, I mean.” He was right, eventually they’d come back for you, thinking you’d got lost in one of the mazes in the house of horrors. You’d rather they didn’t catch you holding hands with Mary Goore; you weren’t willing to try and explain that to them. “You hungry? There’s like, a hot dog cart out there and some taco trucks, maybe if you-”

“I can’t...” you interrupted him, your smile faltering. You couldn’t walk out of here with him. You couldn’t be spotted at the damn bicentennial fair with Mary. Your father was here somewhere, his goons, people from the town... If they saw, it would be bad. It would be so bad. “We can’t, Mary.”

An uncomfortable silence settled over you, Mary’s expression turning to one of hurt, his face paling. He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hand only to run it over his face as he shook his head.

“Wow. Yeah, okay.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“No, no, I get it,” he held his hands up, taking a step back from you. “I wouldn’t wanna be seen with me either.”

“Mary, please-” you stepped towards him, but he took another step back.

“No, y’know what? You’re... you’re unbelievable,” he sneered. “You wanna claim you’re stereotyped, you’re so fuckin’ hard done by? Maybe if you don’t wanna be judged on appearances, you should learn not to do it to other people.”

His face was one of thunder, quickly defensive again. But you saw why now... It took Mary spelling it out for you to see; you were doing to him the very thing you’d accused him of. Your own medicine certainly tasted bitter...

“Mary, I’m sorry, but my father is here!” you tried to protest, only managing to rub salt into the wound. Tears stung at your eyes, the panic that Mary was slipping away again setting in. You didn’t feel lonely with Mary. You could be in a crowd of people who all knew your name, and still feel alone. But not with Mary. Yet he was slipping away again.

“This ain’t fair. You can’t just... pick and choose when it’s acceptable to be around me!” he raised his voice, and you stepped toward him again to shush him, worried someone might hear and find you... Mary saw this as further confirmation you were ashamed to be seen with him, lifting his arms out of your grasp and stepping back another step. “No! I’m tired of being everyone’s dirty little secret.”

Before you could make another move or think of anything to say in your defence, Mary turned and walked through the plastic sheets, swatting them harshly out of the way until he disappeared from your view, leaving you stood alone in the flashing lights and special effects, tears staining your cheeks and a sob caught in your throat.

You were alone again.

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cafecourage · 1 year ago

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feral twilight feral twilight feral twilight

or, i am once again simping for feral twilight

Everyone likes a Feral Link. ☺️

- hard to get twilight to even be feral. You have to have that man let go of the metaphorical leash he has on his wolf instincts. Even then it won’t ever be pointed at you since he doesn’t want to get violent by accident and hurt you.

- If you did talk him into getting to that point there will still need to be some time before you see it. When you’re lucky he could wake up and in his morning brain let his body take control and just lazy lay on you. Nippling at the nape of your neck maybe leaving a few kisses. He isn’t going to let you go once he gets started but it’s going to be very sweet.

- Now on the flip side Feral Twilight when he is at that state of no thoughts or little thoughts just wolf brain. He is super protective which isn’t saying much since it’s Twi. But I’m talking about having you in his arms and not letting you go sort of protective. He isn’t going to let even other links near you if you were in that much trouble. He basically guard dogging you.

- Feral Twilight might also be a bit… weird because Twilight in such a state of no thoughts that he would start doing things he wouldn’t normally do. He is still a good boy! He will listen to if you say no. But he is gonna only listen to you and like Time or Wild. So handling him might just be up to you in the long haul. As again him getting to an animistic state means probably a lot of danger. So you’re really the only one that can look after him, also being the fact that he is clinging on to you most of the time anyway.

- Most likely Feral twilight would be the result of two things. A monster battle that results in you getting hurt. Which god speed for that poor soul. They will be dead in minutes. Twilight when this happens will almost be unstoppable since all reservations are gone. They hurt you. They will perish.

- The second is if Twilight is Wolfie for too long. If he stays in wolf form he is going to have a hard time breaking habits he did before. So it’s not feral as its wolf brain going BRRRRRRRRRRRR.

- Lastly and this is the most extreme case. FD Twilight is dangerous. He is probably the most feral Twilight can get and will chase you down if you run away. It’s a hunt and your his prey.

- I fully believe Twilight won’t even remember what happened when he was put under that much pressure. Nor should he know, he will get guilty and ashamed of it. Being a wolf isn’t something he really sees as something worth boasting about. So Feral Twilight might be a secret until someone asks about it. Then he will piece the pieces together and have to explain in better details.

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here4kpopfics · 2 years ago

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Lose My Mind | Wonwoo

Pairing: Wonwoo x (f)reader

Genre: angst, smut

AU: established relationship, biker!au

Wordcount: 5,722

Summary: you can only deal with your fiancé’s antics for so long before you finally give up.

Warnings: Language, fighting/violence, blood, cleaning of wounds, wonwoo gets slapped, much angst, smut, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), creampie, cum eating.

Rating: M/18+

AN: Happy Birthday to my soulmate @playmetheclassics! I love you so very much, I'm so happy to have met you and can't wait for the day I can hug you for real and I hope you enjoy this lovely pile of angst with a dash of smut. First time writing from someone not reader’s POV so I apologize in advance if it’s eh at all. Trying to improve my skills. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta-reading, and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Enjoy!!! 💜

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“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live this life with you if this is how you’re going to be, Wonwoo.”

The memory plays back in his mind clear as day as he spins the engagement ring around on the sticky counter.

“I love you so much, I’m sorry.” Your voice breaks as the tears stream down your cheeks. He wants to wipe them away, wants to change your mind. But he can’t. He knows he can’t. So he lets you take his hand in yours, setting the engagement ring he worked so hard to find just for you in his palm and letting go.

How could he have fucked this up so badly?

He met you four years ago at some party he couldn’t remember the host of if he tried. You were in skin tight jeans, a lacy bodysuit leaving very little to the imagination, boots, and a motorcycle jacket on top.

The definition of perfection in Wonwoo’s eyes.

Alcohol brought you two together quickly, and soon after sobering up while talking to you, had you on his motorcycle as he drove through the city to his place where you two had sex into the early hours of the morning. The way you moaned his name, nails scraping down his back as you clenched around him had him seeing stars and finally believing in something, anything, because you existed.

You ghosted him for a month and he was going insane. Just one night with you was addicting enough that he needed more. He needed you around him at all times. He needs you on the back of his bike, your arms tight around his waist as you clung to him for dear life.

He finally found you at another party, cornering you in a room and demanding you explain why you ghosted him.

“Had to see if you were worth it. If you really wanted me or if you were just drunk and horny.”

He cut off any further explanation with his lips against yours, roughly fucking you against the wall when you said the word please.

Two years later, he’s hopelessly in love with you and you are with him. He had introduced you to his biker gang, which you thought was adorable at first, but soon grew to have a love/hate relationship with. You became friends with the other significant others of the gang, all of you often worrying about your men getting into trouble. The others treated it like a joke, but you genuinely worried every day and night for him.

He often came home with bruises or a cut lip. He wouldn’t tell you what happened. He couldn’t. It always led to a fight. Which would then lead to angry makeup sex. He’d promise to lessen the fighting and you’d stupidly believe him. Every. Time.

The third year, he wound up in the hospital you worked at after a car merged into him when he was in their blind spot. You told him to get rid of the bike, to just get a car and be safe. He refused. You were mad, but you loved him enough to stay home with him and help him get better.

The day he proposed, you two were at a bar, surrounded by his crew. Mingyu handed you a shot, saying congratulations, not realizing Wonwoo hadn’t proposed yet. When you looked at him, it made Wonwoo want to tear Mingyu apart for spoiling it. He took you away from the group, taking you outside where it was snowing. He stood you next to his bike, getting down on one knee and showing the ring, asking you to be his forever.

He swore he understood the entire universe when you said yes and put the ring on.

That stupid ring.

That stupid ring he can't stop playing with as he fights the urge to throw it against the wall with the liquor bottles.

“Wonwoo? It’s three in the morning, where have you been?” Your voice is laced with exhaustion, worry, fear, and anger.

He hates that tone. But it’s nothing compared to the tone that always follows next.

“I got sidetracked with the guys.”

“Sidetracked? Are you serious?” There it is.

He tries to sidestep you in the dark living room, hoping you don’t see his face. But you do.

Because you know.

You always know.

You’ve known since the beginning.

He fights. Late at night in the back room of a dirty bar. He fights.

And he wins.

Usually.

Your hand reaches for his forearm as he tries to move past you. You’re smaller than he is, but you have a control over him that he’ll never understand. He puts it down as either you being in the medical field or simply his love for you and the way he’d walk on fire for you.

He winces when you drag him to the bathroom, flicking on the light and making him sit on the edge of the tub while you acquire the first aid kit. He watches you move, you still haven’t looked at him. Your body moves around the bathroom like it’s done this a hundred times before, setting up the counter with everything needed to clean wounds and stitch up the hits he received.

When you finally turn back to him, putting on the disposable gloves, your eyes avoid his, grabbing his hands and assessing the damage. You let go of one of them, keeping his dominant hand in yours as you turn back to the counter to grab what you need.

“Y/n…”

He’s cut off by your perfectly timed and nowhere near gentle application of rubbing alcohol. He takes it as a threat to be quiet, so he does. He watches you work, cleaning his knuckles before adding medication to them and bandaging him up. You quietly repeat the action on the other hand, this time a little gentler with the alcohol.

“Jacket.” You mutter it softly, and he’s quick to obey, shedding the leather jacket that reeks of beer, liquor, and a dirty room, without making much movement. You inspect his arms, seeing only hints of bruises forming, but no blood or dislocations. Not this time at least. As if routine, he removes his shirt too, letting you access the hits he got to the chest and back. Nothing this time.

Your hands delicately hold his face, your eyes continuing to avoid his gaze. His eyes follow yours as you analyze his injuries, preparing in your mind what you need to do. All part of the routine, he thinks.

You turn back to the counter, hesitating.

“Where are your glasses?” You ask, turning back to him, pouring some alcohol on a pad.

“I…I lost them.”

You sigh, dabbing the alcohol harshly against his eyebrow, letting him wince in pain.

“Where are your glasses?” You ask again, with a hint of anger in your voice. He knows he can’t get away with lying.

“They broke.”

“How’d you get home?”

“My bike.”

He wasn’t prepared for the sharp slap across his face.

All the punches he’s received in his fights, all the hits and kicks and cuts and bruises, all felt like nothing in comparison to that slap.

But he doesn’t react. He sits and he waits for whatever’s next because this isn’t part of the routine. When he fights, his glasses are tucked away somewhere safe and he puts in his contacts, tearing them out once he’s done and the glasses go back on when he’s back on the bike so he can see on his way home.

Your eyes finally meet his, and it feels like the earth is about to swallow him whole. The betrayal and the sadness in your eyes just enhance the pain from the slap. You say nothing, and neither does he as you turn back to the counter to quickly put everything together.

You silently get back to work, cleaning up the rest of the injuries, turning back to the counter to open up the little tube of glue he knows you hate using. He’s seen you at work doing this, you’re great at it. But that’s because it’s your job and you’re good at your job. And it’s also in a perfectly clean and sanitary place. But in your bathroom, at three in the morning, patching up the man you love? It’s a complete one-eighty. And he sees the fear in the way your hands shake, the way a single tear falls from your eye as you turn back to him.

He closes his eyes as you take a deep breath, trusting you completely.

His nails dig into his knees the moment the tube makes contact, the glue seeping into the wound, forcing himself not to move or react to the pain of you pinching his skin together to help the adhesive do its job.

When you’re done, applying a gauze pad over the adhesive stitches to keep them safe, his eyes follow you as you put everything away, throwing away your gloves and washing your hands. You don’t spare him a glance as you walk out of the bathroom, turning the light off and leaving him in the dark. He stays seated for a moment, trying to figure out how to fix this until he hears a door close.

He heads to your shared bedroom, only to find the door closed and locked, two pillows and a blanket sitting in a pile on the floor. He leans his pained forehead against the door in defeat, sighing.

“Y/n. Let me in, please?”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I need to end this. And I will. There’s just one more and if I win, we’ll have enough for us, for the wedding, and for our future.”

He thinks he hears a faint sob on the other side of the door and has half a mind to kick the door down to be with you. But he can’t. You have every right to be mad, every right to be hurt and to cry and to lock him out.

He grabs the pillows and blanket and heads for the couch.

The next morning, Wonwoo wakes to the sound of your medical kit being placed on the coffee table. You silently wait for him to sit up, quickly brushing his hand away when he goes to rub his eyes. You turn around, grabbing the required materials to clean up his wounds again.

His hand subconsciously grabs your thigh when you wipe an alcohol wipe across the laceration in his eyebrow. He feels the way your hands still, your body turning into a statue at the contact.

You push through, finishing it up and turning back to your bag, pulling out the things needed for a week of taking care of his wounds.

“You only need to keep the gauze over the stitches for a day or two. It’s the glue kind of stitches so there won’t be anything to remove, just keep it closed or you’ll have to go to urgent care to have them fix it. The rest are all superficial. Just don’t touch them and they should be fine.”

You speak at such a rapid pace, but still manage to sound professional like you do with your patients. But it’s nothing in comparison to how fast Wonwoo’s mind is racing.

“Y/n…?”

“I’ll leave some extra gauze, polysporin, as well as just regular bacitracin. The ice packs are all in the freezer if you feel any soreness. Drink water and electrolytes and you’ll be fine. Your backup pair of glasses are on the kitchen counter.” Your voice fails you and you try to hide the sniffle it causes.

“Fuck, I’m going to be late.” You murmur, grabbing your medical bag and heading to the front door where you have two suitcases. How did he not hear them being brought down?

“Y/n, where are you going?” He slowly moves off the couch as you stuff the bag into the suitcase.

“Ari’s for now. She can only let me stay a few days, though. I’ll figure the next place out when I get there.”

“Why?” His voice cracks and you finally turn to look at him.

“Because I give up.” You shrug, voice breaking at the admission. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live this life with you if this is how you’re going to be, Wonwoo.”

All at once, he feels his world crashing around him.

“Baby, please. Don’t…don’t go. Just sit down and we can discuss this.”

“There’s nothing to discuss, Woo. You’re going to stay in that silly biker gang. You’re going to keep going to that bar. You’re going to keep going to that back room. You’re going to keep fighting and coming home battered and bruised with broken promises of stopping and living a better life.”

“I…I’m serious this time, though. It’s just one more fight next month and we’ll be set.”

“We’re already ‘set’! We’re more than set, Wonwoo! I don’t need designer clothing, a nice house, fancy car, or jewelry. I don’t need any of it! You are literally the only thing I need and you can’t give me that while fighting.”

You take a few steps toward him, your fingers playing with the engagement ring that he had to win three fights to be able to afford.

“I love you so much, I’m sorry.” Your voice is broken, you’re crying and he can’t do anything about it as you take his hand in yours, setting the engagement ring in his palm and letting go. You say nothing more as you drag your suitcases out the front door, refusing to look back at him.

Time stops as he sits there, the faint sounds of you getting in a car and driving away in the background as he tries to process.

You left.

You left him.

You gave him the ring back.

The pain from the wounds on his face doesn’t even come close in comparison to the way his heart shatters when he looks at the ring in his hand.

He pockets the ring in his wallet, downing his drink in one go and slamming it down on the counter, almost crushing it.

It’s been a month since you walked out. A month since he last spoke to you. A month since he heard your beautiful voice. You were gone. No longer his and he no longer was yours.

However, you never came by to get your stuff, never sent someone else to do it either. A month and you haven’t set foot in the house you shared with him. Half of that stuff is rightfully yours, so there had to be a reason for you to not come back for it, right?

There has to be.

“Wonwoo? You ready?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands before he turns to his best friend, Changkyun.

“Yeah. I just need to put my contacts in. How much time do I have?”

“Eh. You know there’s no real start time. But we’ll say like forty-five minutes? Take your time. Get focused. Seungcheol doesn’t give up easily. He’ll kill you if it’s an option.” Changkyun laughs, but Wonwoo knows his friend is serious. He’s seen the way Seungcheol fights. It’s brutal and one guy he fought was put into a coma and has been for the past eight months.

“‘Kay. I’ll be ready soon.” Wonwoo slowly gets up, walking past his best friend and towards the bathroom. He takes half a second to look around the bar. It’s become a habit the past month he’s been hiding here. Hoping and praying you’ll walk through those grimey doors. But you never did. You never will.

Except he swears he sees you sitting in the back corner with Changkyun’s girlfriend. But before he can confirm if it’s you or not, one of the newer members with the nickname Dino, is drunkenly yelling his name and wishing him good luck. By the time Seungkwan ushers him away, you’re no longer in the back corner. You’re nowhere. Just another illusion there to haunt him.

After spending a good amount of time in the dimly lit bathroom, the blue light flickering in and out. He removes his glasses and puts in his contacts that he hates wearing, he sets his jacket down on the counter, glasses sitting to the side and tucking all his important shit in the pockets, including the wallet with your ring.

Your ring.

“Fuck, why am I still doing this?” He silently questions himself, fist slamming down on the counter in anger. He looks up at his reflection in the mirror and he’s sick of himself immediately. What he’d give to punch himself in the face for driving you to leave him.

The thought to punch the mirror quickly appears and disappears in his mind when there’s a quiet knock on the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute, Changkyun. Just— I need a moment.” He states, trying to mentally prepare himself for this last fight. The knocks return, but louder.

“I said I’ll be out soon!” He shouts, trying to resist the urge to open the door and punch his best friend just for annoying him. He heavily considers it when suddenly the door opens and he feels like he has been punched in the face.

It’s you.

You’re right there.

In that fucking dress he bought you after one of his first wins.

You’re really there.

“Y/n? What…? What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you.” You state calmly, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your dress.

Did you cut your hair? Color it? It looks nice. He wants to tell you how gorgeous it is. How gorgeous you are.

God, he wants to crush you in a hug, keep your lips against his until either of you can’t breathe, have his hands everywhere on your skin and cause goosebumps. He wants to be close to you, but the growing fear that you’ll run away from him again is too much.

“You love me, right?” You ask quietly, staring at the disgusting ground. You already sound like you’re about to cry and it’s making coming closer to you even more difficult for Wonwoo.

“More than anything.” He breathes out quickly.

“More than fighting?” Your brows knit together as you slowly start to look up. “More than the money and the ‘better life’ you seem to think I need? More than your gang or your bike?” Your eyes find his gaze at the mention of his bike and he wants to scream at the world for the tears building up behind your beautiful eyes.

“Of course, more than any of that, baby. I’d give it all up for you.” He takes a small step forward and you take one back, closer to the door.

“Yet here you are, a month after I walk out, ready to fight someone Changkyun says is actually dangerous and requesting my medical assistance.”

“You’ve been talking to Changkyun?” He’s been talking to you? And Changkyun didn’t tell him he was in contact with you? All while, spending hours at the bar with him drinking himself to sleep, wondering where you were and if you were okay.

Did he tell you about him? About how much he missed you? How it felt like his soul had died without you?

“Of course I’ve been talking to him! I needed to make sure you were okay.”

His mouth opens, but he can’t speak because you’re speaking again.

“We’re supposed to get married, Wonwoo. And live a life together. Have a family some day, get a cat or something, go out and come home early because we’d rather be together than out there socializing.” Your voice falters with a small laugh, the tears silently falling.

“But I can’t marry someone who’s risking their life every night, not just with the fights, but driving a motorcycle without glasses or contacts. I can’t marry someone who causes me to be in a constant state of anxiety every time you leave the house.”

“I’ll get rid of the bike. I’ll leave the gang. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” He steps towards you again, and you take another step back, back meeting the door.

“I don’t care about the bike, Woo!” You finally yell, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I don’t care about the gang. I don’t even care about the bar! I care about you and your safety and how little you care about it.” You pause to take a breath, hands shaking as you try to reform your thoughts.

Wonwoo’s heart cracks at the sight. He takes two steps back, giving you the space he knows you need. He wants to say something, anything, to make the tears stop falling, but you’re right and he couldn’t defend himself if he tried.

“Do you know how many people I’ve seen come into my emergency room half beaten to death? Do you know how many I’ve seen die from those injuries? Or put into induced comas because the brain injuries are so severe? I don’t want to be there one day and have them roll you in on a cart half alive. My heart would break if I did. I mean, fuck, I wanted to fall apart when you got in that hit and run and brought in.”

He looks down to the floor, memories of how upset you were when you came into the emergency room and found him lying in a bed. With a broken leg and scratches everywhere from being dragged down the road by his bike.

He kept reassuring you it was never going to happen again, as if he could predict the future, but you were still upset and pushed him to sell the bike that was trashed and get a car.

He ended up buying a better bike and you barely reacted when he brought it home. He promised to be safer and fucked you senseless after.

“I… what do you want me to do?” He hesitantly asks, “Do you want me to back out of the fight?” You scoff, crossing your arms.

“We both know you can’t do that. Joon would have your head on a spike if you lost him all that money.” You close your eyes, stepping forward and away from the door. “I want you to do two things for me. Win and never fight again. Keep the bike, hang out in the dirty bar with your friends, drink all you want. But never go in that back room again.”

Your eyes lock onto his and he feels smaller in comparison to you. Your hands reach out for his as you step closer and his gaze falls to the contact.

“I promi—”

“No.” Your hands tighten around his, “your promises mean nothing now. You’ve promised me hundreds of times. Don’t use your words, prove it with your actions.”

He doesn’t hesitate when he pushes forward, pressing you back against the wall as his lips crush into yours. His tongue easily slides past your lips when your mouth parts in shock.

Your arms snake their way around his shoulders and his hands drop to your thighs, lifting you up to wrap them around his waist, pressing you further into the door.

“I’ll do it. I’ll win for you, and I’ll never step foot back there again.” His lips leave yours, quickly finding their way down the space between your neck and shoulder. “I’ll do anything if it means never having to go a month without you again. I miss you so fucking much, y/n.”

You respond with a whimper, hands tangled in his hair as he feels your hips try to roll forward. Wonwoo pins your hips down, stopping them from moving and rolls his hips instead, eliciting another whine from you.

“Woo, baby, please.”

His lips make their way up to just under your ear when he whispers, “what is it, baby? Please what?”

“I need you.”

“Yeah?”

“Missed you. So much. Want you.”

He pulls away from your skin to look at you.

“You have me. Always and forever. Just you and me.” He places a small kiss on your forehead, a small grin forming, “and maybe a small kitten. We can name it Snuggles.”

“I like that.” You sniffle, the tears pooling in your eyes again. “But I need more right now, Woo. Please.”

“I got you, baby.” He kisses your lips once more, standing you back up momentarily to pull his jeans down to his ankles, cock springing free from his underwear. You reach down and give his cock one stroke before his fingers wrap around your wrist, placing it by your head, grinning at your pout.

“We don’t have time.” He chuckles when you’re about to complain, kissing your pout away as he wraps one of your legs around his waist. Your free hand reaches down to pull your underwear to the side while his free hand lines himself up before slowly pressing past your folds.

“So fucking tight.” Wonwoo rasps, watching his cock slowly disappear as he sinks you down on him, grabbing your other leg to wrap around his waist as well. Your ankles lock together and he grunts at the feeling of your heels poking his skin.

Wonwoo shudders when he’s fully inside, cock twitching every time you involuntarily clench around him after almost every breath you take.

His hand sneaks down between you two, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing small and slow circles, watching your face contort into that of pure pleasure.

“My girl. My beautiful baby.” The praise and pet names quietly fly past his lips as he leans forward, lips latching onto your neck, “gonna marry you and make you so damn happy. Gonna love you every fucking day and night.” You don’t respond with anything but whimpers and whines, your hands tangling back into his hair and pulling him up to kiss him.

Everything about this is sloppy and heated and neither of you can last more than a few moments as you’re both coming undone around the same time, his hips stuttering you further into the door as he fills you up.

He keeps you against the door for a minute, but before you can ask to be put down, he’s bringing you to the counter, laying his jacket out enough for you to sit on so you can avoid the grossness of the dirty bathroom. He grabs some paper towels and cleans himself up, bringing his underwear and jeans back.

He catches you just in time when you’re readjusting your underwear, moving to stand up to fix your dress. He stops you, placing his hands on both of your knees, keeping them spread apart.

“Hold on.” He whispers, getting on his knees and scooting you closer to the edge, “let me clean you up.”

“Woo…” you try to speak but he picks that as the perfect moment and licks up between your folds, collecting what he can of both his and your orgasms. His lips latch onto your clit, switching between sucking harshly and softly blowing on it. He can feel how close you are, his actions a little more chaotic until there’s a hard banging on the bathroom door.

“Wonwoo! I know I said there’s no time on this, but there’s a fucking time on it. Let’s go.”

“Two minutes, Changkyun!” Wonwoo snaps back, anger quickly taking over his voice.

“You have one minute before I come in there. Whatever you’re doing with y/n, make it fast.”

You look down at Wonwoo in horror, but that just eggs him on, “you heard the man, baby. I’ve got one minute.”

Your eyes widen at the evil smile he gives you before diving back in. Only this time, he doesn’t hold back; licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue until your hips are bucking upwards and you’re trying desperately not to scream his name out as you come.

You have to push his face away from your center, much to his dismay, before he causes a third orgasm. He fixes your underwear, helping you stand up as his lips find yours again, hands adjusting your dress. He reaches behind you, grabbing his jacket and opening it for you to slip your arms into.

He pulls away from you, eyes locking on yours as his hand dips into a pocket, grabbing his wallet and pulling the ring out, dropping the wallet back in the pocket.

The ring fidgets in his fingers as he looks down at it before glancing back at you.

“…I give up the fighting, the money, the lack of caring about my safety. I’ll be better, I’ll do better. As long as it means this ring stays on your finger forever.”

The tears form in your eyes again as you slowly reach for the ring, delicately taking it from his fingers. You slowly put it back where it belongs on your ring finger, Wonwoo letting out a dramatically heavy breath that he didn’t think he was holding.

“Deal.” You whisper quietly, pulling him back down for a kiss that’s perfectly interrupted by the door opening.

“I gave you three minutes. Let’s go. Sorry, y/n.” Changkyun shares a look with you that Wonwoo can’t quite read, choosing to ignore it as he reaches for his glasses on the counter, placing them in your hand.

“I’ll win.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and walking out after his best friend, your ring wearing hand in back in his.

The fight is, as expected, brutal and bloody. Seungcheol never holds back, throwing punch after punch like it was his only goal in life to beat Wonwoo down to a pulp the moment the two of you stepped into the back room. Seungcheol gave you both one glance, chuckled, and looked away before the fight began.

Wonwoo was able to dodge a good amount of the punches, but the ones that did land sent him straight to the ground, trying his best to stay conscious.

He can feel the blood dripping down his face from a cut between his eyebrows. His nose feels broken. He's pretty sure his leg is bruised from Seungcheol kicking him down and kicking harder when he’s not responding.

“Get up.” Seungcheol grumbles, circling Wonwoo, “unless you want your girl to watch you get pummeled.” He shrugs, a smug grin across his face as Wonwoo lifts himself onto his hand and knees.

“I don’t mind. Maybe she can tend to my wounds after.” He smirks, watching Wonwoo try to steady himself as he stands up. “She can kiss them better. That what she do with you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes dart to you, in the corner or the room, holding Changkyun’s girlfriend’s hand tight. Your eyes are wide and you’re trying not to react to anything happening, trying to stay neutral in case either of you needs immediate attention. You can’t hear the salacious slander Seungcheol is taunting Wonwoo with, and for that, he’s thankful.

Seungcheol speaks again, but Wonwoo doesn’t bother listening, instead bringing his fist back briefly before punching Seungcheol in the jaw, sending him backwards.

He wastes no time taking advantage of Seungcheol being even slightly disoriented, knocking him to the ground and punching one after the other. It takes you shouting his name to pull him out of his mind and stop punching the man beneath him. He sits back on his feet, mindlessly watching as Changkyun checks on Seungcheol before Wonwoo is declared the winner.

He’s shoved aside by his best friend as you’re brought to the losing participant, checking his wounds and determining what needs to be done, instructing Changkyun how to do it before turning around and doing the same with Wonwoo.

“Anything feel broken?” You whisper, cradling his face in your hands, analyzing the injuries. He tries not to wince as you gently move his head side to side. The nitrile gloves feeling oddly cool against his sweaty skin. “Tilt your head up for me, baby.” He obeys your murmur, teeth gritting as he does so. His eyes find your sad ones and he finally understands it.

“I won.” He whispers, a battered hand reaching to wrap around the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his. “Never again.”

You nod, flashing a soft smile as you pull away from him, letting go of his head, checking his hands quickly before grabbing a towel and covering his knuckles. “We should go home. I can treat you better there.”

You stand him up slowly, your name being called by Changkyun as he has someone else sitting Seungcheol up, wiping up any blood. You turn just in time to catch the keys being thrown at you.

“Here. I’ll take Wonwoo’s bike. Take the car.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Don’t let him get on that bike like that.”

Wonwoo doesn’t miss the smile that appears on your face as you nod. You’re not the only one that cares about his safety.

After you say your thanks, you help Wonwoo into the passenger seat of the car and get in the driver’s seat, taking him home.

“I mean it.” His raspy voice pierces the silence in the car after a moment, “No more fighting. No more riding without my glasses. I’ll take better care…I’ll be better…for both of us.” He unwraps his hand from the towel, wincing slightly, and moves his hand over to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Good. Because I’ll throw an actual fit if I walk down the aisle to you in a tux with fresh cuts and bruises all over your face.”

“I think you’d kick my ass.” He jokes, but you just smirk.

“Baby, I’m medically trained and have been taking self-defense classes for years. I know how to stop the blood flow to your brain and stop you from breathing with one hit. Don’t fuck with me.”

“I love the image of you in a wedding dress just beating people up.”

“Don’t compare me to the bride in Kill Bill, Woo. Please.” You groan and he laughs.

“It’s hot. That’s all I’m saying.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

There’s a long pause before Wonwoo finally speaks again.

“That I am…”

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