CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS // Wonwoo one shot
DESCRIPTION: She had known her answer months before, and the answer had stayed the same as she watched the man that promised her the whole world down on one knee.
PAIRING: Wonwoo x Reader
GENRE: short angst (what more do you guys expect from me)
"Will you marry me?"
She looked down at him, her heart heavy,
She knew this was coming; accidentally stumbling upon the little velvet box just months before in search for a top she could have sworn was in one of their shared cabinets. It was tucked in between one of his work shirts – he never was good at hiding anything.
She should have ended things the day she saw the emerald cut gem sitting perfectly in the holder.
She should have left.
But instead, she chose to dismiss it – pretending she didn't see a that damn ring and went about her day thinking her answer would have changed when the time came.
He had spent months making sure this day went right – planting seeds just weeks before to ensure her nails were painted in that perfect shade of nude, asking her best friend for assistance so that she could show up to their private rooftop dinner wearing a white dress.
But she knew.
She caught on to every single one of his subtle planning. Just as she had caught on to his mistakes just months before.
They had been together for five years after all.
She thought that by now, her anger and her fears would have subsided.
She thought her answer would be yes.
"No." She whispered.
The grin on his face fell, his hands dropping down to his sides – the sound of the ring falling on the floor with a soft clink echoing in their ears.
Standing up from his position, Wonwoo licked his lips. "What do you mean?"
He knew what she meant. He just chose not to believe it.
Not just yet.
She felt her heart bury itself deep in her stomach, taking a step away from him. "No." Her voice firm, despite the tears that began to well in her eyes. "I'm- I can't."
"Honey–" He pleaded, a tear escaping his eyes.
He knew why she chose to decline his offer. He knew and yet, he had still proceeded with his plans – thinking she had forgiven him for his mistake.
Time had passed and they went back to how they once were when that god forsaken night had taken place.
He could have sworn everything was fine.
"No." She shook her head. "Please don't make me repeat it."
"I– Honey, don't do this."
Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, recalling back to the night his best friend ratted him out through a text message – proving her gut right.
He had cheated on her.
With his ex-girlfriend.
She didn't want to believe it. She didn't think he would do the unthinkable; even when he seemed do be coming home later than usual, his usual scent blending with a hint of roses and vanilla, and text messages that were accidentally sent to her.
They were so in love, they had planned a future together. They were perfect.
Or so she thought.
"I thought I had gotten over it, I thought my answer would be yes." Her voice shook as the lump in her throat grew to a size of a golfball. "But when I look at you– whenever I see you, I see her. I hear her."
"Y/n." Wonwoo whispered through his tears.
"You said you were content. You said you were happy. Why did you seek out for someone else when I was right there?"
"It was a mistake."
"No, a mistake is forgetting to turn off the stove. A mistake is you accidentally spilling wine on our couch. But God– Wonwoo you were cheating on me for four months! Four fucking months."
Every relationship goes through a rough patch, that was given.
It was during a time when almost every day ended with a fight, not a single minor inconvenience going unseen.
But that was what it should have just been. A rough patch.
He shouldn't have strayed.
"I love you." He emphasized the last word, as if he was reassuring himself.
If he had really loved her, then why did he slip away?
Why did he think marrying her would fix their problems?
"I don't." She wiped the last of her tears. "I'm- I can't do this. I'm sorry."
Wonwoo watched as she turned her back away from him, grabbing her purse from the back of her chair – heading straight to the door.
He stood in the darkness of the rooftop – the only light illuminating his surroundings were the distant city lights and the hundred of candles surrounding their table.
His fears had come to life.
She was gone.
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For the shared custody au
There’s going to be a point where Phantom is going to need a better excuse for Cujo appearing in “Danny’s” TikToks. And well….
What I’m saying is Danny would 100% fake date himself to try to be less suspicious.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH he woULD omfg
and Valerie would kick Phantoms ass for dating her ex boyfriend and then kick DANNYS ass for dating a ghost hAHA
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Does Nightmare need to get used to be in the Passive form? I mean I know he missed to be in her old form. Is there any chances that he can get beck to his old form back?
There are definitely things to get used to! For instance, he gets cold easier, and he’s a bit more sensitive to touch and textures and what not (Mentioned this before, by far one of the biggest things to get used to is his lack of tentacles- and he’s a bit shorter, which he personally finds annoying)
As far as getting his old form back goes, I’m not sure! If it is a possibility, I doubt it will be explored in this comic. There’s a chance, but I wouldn’t count on it
Anywho, on the topic of NM getting cold- have some old sketches of a cloak for him
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Can't drive HL x dangerous driver. Like imagine he's worried for her when they drift on the freeway because "no one was gonna stop me". He worries for her fragile human body as she check herself out in the front mirror while speeding
"You said you were a good driver," Homelander reminds you, one hand gripping the passenger door while the other is braced firmly on the ceiling, as if he's prepared to lift the vehicle into the air at any given second.
"I am a good driver," you laugh, looking over at him. He wishes you wouldn't. Not at the speed you're driving. Still, the way you grin at him with such love—with such reckless abandon—makes something in his gut flip.
Or maybe that's just the abrupt lane change as you swerve around a car puttering by at a measly seventy-five miles an hour.
"See? Didn't even graze them this time!" You say, casting him another giddy look. He can hear your heart pounding, but not from fear. For fucks sake, you're thrilled, pupils blown black with pure adrenaline.
Slowly, he grins. "You're fuckin' nuts."
"Well, yeah," you say, flashing him a quick grin in return. "I fell for your crazy ass, didn't I?"
Touché, he thinks, but before he can retort, he's shouting, "Look out!"
Your tires screech across the pavement as you drift, narrowly avoiding a collision as several vehicles lay on their horns in unison, the cacophony of it mingling with your near hysterical laughter.
There's no danger in it for Homelander, but he realizes that his heart is racing regardless. While there's no doubt he could save you from any accident in this exact moment, he has no fucking clue how you've survived long enough to meet him when you drive like this.
He's never known the thrill of putting himself in danger, but he feels it now for you.
"You're gonna get yourself killed one of these days," he says, the weight of the thought striking him the same time he says it. You're not like him. You're not a supe. You're precarious in the way perfectly ripe fruit is.
Easily bruised. Easily destroyed.
"Guess you'll have to stay with me forever," you counter, breathless.
He stares at you for an incredulous moment before huffing out a laugh.
"Deal."
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