#but they're in hell so somehow the bar manages to be even fucking lower than that so I consider it a win

[xbunnybunz]

DEAR SHUTTLE (2/?) [Wolf Keum x Reader]

Summary: Some people have good luck, some people have bad luck, and some people run into Wolf Keum after breaking his motorcycle. [Weak Hero fanfiction: Wolf Keum X Reader]

Genre: Romance, Slice-of-Life, Humor

Luckily, the journey there isn't very far. About two streets later, they take a right turn into what appears to be an outdoor chicken and bar eatery. When they're not paying attention, you jerk away from their grasp.

"Geez, finally."

You shoot them a glare, annoyed as all hell when they joke about you being "a feisty one."

You stick out your hand with your palm upturned. "Give me back my map, now."

The one with the map taps his back pocket.

"Oh, this right here? You can have it after we get the food!" He pauses when you glower at him. "Come'on babe, don't be such a joykill." He lowers his voice a tad, "You're making a commotion." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder and true to his word, there are plenty of eyes (belonging mostly to older, scarier looking men) scanning you up and down.

You make a face and wrap your arms around yourself.

He grins at your reaction. "Of course, we could just leave you here right now. But do you really want that, cutie?"

Pursing your lips, you look around for an escape but there are none. Where the fuck was this place anyways? Some kind of dingy back-alley dive bar for wannabe gangsters?

One of the boys pressures you into a seat and you take it begrudgingly, somewhat relieved to see that some of the stares were fading as they realized you were with another group.

The dusk quickly fades into evening as orders are placed and food is served.

The sun has long since disappeared behind buildings, leaving the city shrouded in shadows, illuminated only with streetlights and passing cars.

The boys have somehow gotten their hands on alcohol and are jabbering loudly now, slamming the table and spilling drinks everywhere.

"See, and that's when I told her she's a fuckin' bitch! Just a little tryhard who thinks playing hard to get makes you easier to want! Bwahahaha!" Map boy slams his fist onto the table beside you and the other two join him with raucous laughter, clearly just as drunk as him.

"Fuck her!" "Ugly wench!"

You flinch away from him when he slings an arm over your shoulder, leaning heavily into you.

"Lucky us, we found someone hotter than that shitty slut." He reeks of alcohol and his breath stings at your ear when he whispers into it, "You wanna have some fun with us, right cutie?"

You stare hard at the cup of water in front of you and clench your hands under the table. As much as you wanted to put a dent in his face right now, it was going to be okay. You'd just wait for the wait staff to come over so you could ask for a phone and call a taxi. It was fine.

You told yourself this, but even after another ten minutes the wait staff hadn't shown. In fact, the last you saw them was while they were dropping off the food—and with the crowd this place drew, you weren't surprised why.

Alright, enough is enough. Map or not, you're out of here.

You stand up. "Okay. Fun's over now guys. You can keep the map if you want, I'm leaving."

You grab your bag and begin to walk away when Map boy snags you by the arm, lips twisting into an ugly snarl.

"Hey, I'm the one who decides when you can leave. Sit the fuck down."

You give him an incredulous look and tear away from him, growing uneasy with the attention he was drawing. "Fuck off, loser. Don't touch me again."

You manage to take two steps forward before he grabs at you again with enough force to bruise, nearly throwing himself in your face, spit flying as he screams: "Loser? Do you even know how badly I could fuck you up right now? Say that shit again, I dare you!" He winds a fist backwards and your eyes widen with the realization of what he was attempting.

Adrenaline pumps through your body as his fist approaches in slow motion. Body reacting faster than your mind, you give him a hard shove and send him flying off balance.

He stumbles backwards and throws his hands out, narrowly missing you and grabbing at tables and chairs to regain his balance.

Instead of regaining footing, he sends everything hurtling down with him. He falls gracelessly into a pile of trash, cutlery flying everywhere, tables and chairs upturned—and suddenly a loud crash is heard.

You flinch at the noise and realize he also fell onto a parked motorcycle, toppling it and splintering the glass, denting the frame horribly. He yanks his hand up and examines the cuts on his palm, face growing red with anger.

"ARGH, this is all YOUR fault! You better fucking hope I don't get over there before you start running!"

People begin to form a circle around the scene, including his two lackeys who help him off the floor.

You search the gathering crowd nervously, looking for an opening. No one seemed too happy you had interrupted their meal, and you doubted you'd get sympathy from them especially if they were anything like the boys you came with. Fuck.

You take a few cautious steps backwards, fear replacing adrenaline. "H-Hey... You were the one grabbing at me! I already told you I'm not interested!"

You watch as he stands, continuing to back away slowly. Hoping and praying that someone would take pity on you and let you out of the ring.

Your back collides with something sturdy and you've officially reached the boundary of the circle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You look up frantically, a pleading look fixed on your face. "Please, I don't even know where I am, I'm lost and I just want to go home-"

You stop short when you realize the person you backed into hasn't even bothered to look at you.

A shiver shoots up your spine and your blood runs to ice on the spot.

Purple hair and a Ganghak blazer. His gaze, hidden behind glasses, is fixed upon the motorcycle and the poor son of a bitch who pushed it over.

You swallow thickly, eyes wide, body trembling, staring like a deer in headlights.

"Holy fuck it's him" people in the audience whisper, "it's motherfucking Wolf Keum."

He places a large hand on your shoulder and moves you without sparing you as much as a glance.

"O-Oh," You stumble out of the way, legs feeling like jelly. "I'm sorry, sorry."

He ignores you and removes his glasses, tucking them into his blazer.

The way he approaches Map boy can't be described as anything other than predatory.

"W-Wolf Keum!" Map boy sputters while backing away, suddenly sober, "Wha- Whaddya looking at me like that for? Is that your girl I was talking to? I swear I didn't know, I swear I didn't! Or I wouldn't have even looked at her! We were just having a chat, is all. A friendly chat!"

There's a crunching noise.

The overbearing aura rolling off Wolf is tenfold as strong now. Slowly, Map boy picks up his foot and looks down at the motorcycle rearview mirror under his shoe. His face grows pale.

"Oh fuck. Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll pay you back, I have the money! I promise, please—!"

A sickening crack is heard and Map boy is on the ground faster than you can blink. A few grown men around you bite their knuckles and look away. But Wolf isn't done yet.

Wolf picks him up off the cement and holds him at face-level, another fist winded back. You can't see Wolf's expression with his back to you, but you're practically pissing your pants anyways.

"I'm showwy..." Map boy garbles, jaw loose and lips burst, "I'm showwy..."

CRACK.

"Shut the fuck up."

WHACK.

Holy shit.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

Holy shit.

This was exactly the crap you did NOT want to deal with, and apparently, you weren't the only one thinking this.

A few (previously) macho spectators departed, muttering "fuck, let's get the hell outta here" as they scurry away. Unsurprisingly, Map boy's two henchmen are nowhere to be seen either. Your limbs are slowly thawing out of their petrified state and you're starting to think walking away is the next best option to evaporating into the air.

Unfortunately, right when you get the courage to start creeping away Wolf drops his swollen and unconscious victim on the ground with a splat. You freeze immediately.

He looks over his shoulder at you. His lavender hair is askew and his pale skin is speckled with drying blood.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

You had no clue either, but pretty much anywhere but here was good. You'd even take the park bench just about now.

"You think you can wreck my belongings," He takes a step. "Ruin my night," Another step. "And drag this piece of shit in front of me, and just walk away?" He gives Map boy a kick to the ribs and you flinch at the sudden movement. There's a glimmer in Wolf's eyes, something you can't quite place but fear just the same.

The small number of onlookers dwindled down to zero as soon as Wolf dropped the body, leaving only you and him in a hushed and empty street.

He stops an arms width away. You have to crane your head up to meet his eyes and it is only now you realize they are hazel.

"Well? What's your excuse?"

Your jaw is locked in fear. You can't stop thinking about the sounds of bone splintering inside skin. You can't stop worrying how you might get a fist to your face any second. You can't stop thinking about his name, his hair, his stare. Wolf Keum, the whispers of strangers echo in your head, it's motherfucking Wolf Keum.

Still, you know what's led you here today: a series of bad mistakes that led to an even worse night. If he was going to beat the crud out of you, you might as well be truthful while he was at it.

You brace yourself and squeeze your eyes shut, words tumbling out of your mouth in one very long and very rushed jumble of words:

"I don't have an excuse! I'm sorry, I'm the one who broke your bike. I pushed him into it, but even though you beat the shit out of him I don't feel bad for him. If you do the same to me now, I'll still feel justified knowing he got his share of karma as well, and it'd be worth it!"

You suck in a breath and tense your shoulders.

A few moments pass.

Nothing.

Huh? You crack an eye open and notice he's just staring at you poker-faced. His glasses are back on, and you assume he might've slipped them on while you were monologuing in lala land.

Wolf turns off to the side and his mouth stretches out into a wide yawn, almost offending you with his bold expression of disinterest in your heartfelt confession. He turns back to you and tilts his head, peering at you through his bottom lashes.

"Justice? Karma? Who do you think I am, a fucking superhero?"

He sticks his hands in his pockets and lowers himself to your height. "I don't give a shit about you or your karma. I'm Wolf fucking Keum." A wry smile twists itself onto his lips and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. "And the next time I see you, you'll regret it."

He retracts his hand from his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He places it between his lips.

"Go."

You've never run faster in your entire life.

#weak hero webtoon #webtoon weak hero #webtoon #webcomic #weak hero #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #dear shuttle #sorry for double post! #need to get tumblr up to speed with wattpad

[anochuu]

Idol!Taehyung x Reader

⤷ Genre: angst,fluff,humour

⤷Idol!Taehyung x Reader

⤷Summary: (Y/n) thought she could make it without having the world’s most favourite boy by her side even though she can call him officially hers. This wavy relationship always had its ups and downs.

Part 1, Part 2

Being in a relationship with an idol was never easy and the whole world knows that obviously.(y/n) is anxious and terrified every time he takes her out for a date but with the paparazzis have their eyes on everywhere is harder than taking an entrance examination.In result she never got the relationship she always wanted- hold hands in public, taking on vacations together just the simple domestic lives,really. But all they can do now is just contacting through text messages, sees each other through video calls.

It was selfish of her of course to ever think of ending the relationship but she loves him too much to do it however her heart is aching so bad. This issue is always the major problem of their heated arguments,their endless fights until one day it happen again in unfortunate way.

"Be my girlfriend."

Ha?

(Y/n) almost choked on the milk tea she is having for a short break.She looks up to see Yuta staring right into her eyes with a smile but serious gaze along with it. She gulps the liquid whilst wiping her lips,

"What?" Was all she managed to choked,

"Be my girlfriend,you know i like you since months ago." The Japanese bluntly pointed out.

"Very funny,Yuta." She tries to brush it off,averting his gaze trying to play it cool.

"I'm serious,(y/n)" He leans in, propping his folded arms onto the table

"I mean-you're beautiful,funny and talented hells,you're a girl every guys wanted,this is my chance,isn't it?"

Her cheeks heated up,clearing her throat, "Thanks Yuta but you know—i uhm..."

I already have a boyfriend

With his eyes staring intently at her waiting impatiently for the answer, she grew even more nervous,she have to look for an excuse!

"I'm not really..in the time to look for a relationship right now you see.."

"Hmm.." The male nod in understanding with a hum, "If you feel like one,give me a call,yeah?" He teased but meant it at the same time causing her to burst out into laughter

"In your dreams,Nakamoto."

"It's fine to dream then if there is you in it," He shrugs, "The guys next door are going out tonight and asked me whether you wanted to join us."

"You mean Lucas and Johnny?" She blinks at the sudden change of topic but thanking God too.

He nodded once more, "Yep, Taeyong and the others will be there too."

"Uhh," Her mind began to think,will he permit her to do so? I mean it is just a harmless outing with the gangs and her close friends.

"I'll think about it."

"Alright,give me a call whenever you changed your mind okay?"

"I will,thanks Yuta!"

That night again it was only a phone call she receives from her boyfriend,the only thing that hinders her from going out with her friends was just to wait calls from him.

"How are you today?" Was the same questions all over again ever since they were apart.

"Same old same old, are you still busy?"

"Well,our comeback's just a month ago so yeah,pretty much.”

Why doesn't he sounded sorry at all? a pain ache inside her heart

"The crews and Bang PD-nim wants to get a small dine out together tomorrow night to celebrate the awards yesterday."

"A dine out?" Her ears perks up.

"Yeah,probably just another drinking night."

"Uhm," She bit her lower lip hesitantly, "Is it possible for you to take the day off then?"

"What?"

"You know—we can celebrate it just the two of us..?"

She heard him hums in thinking, "I don't know.."

Her heart sinks, "Is it a must to go though?"

"Of course it does,(y/n)" He chuckles, "It's the boys' and the crews' hard work so it's duly for us to celebrate all together."

"What about me? I supported you guys from behind too,no?" She found herself frowning,her forehead wrinkled in slow anger.

"Yes,absolutely,but i can't-"

"It's been  three months,Taehyung. Three." She sighs heavily.

The other line was quiet for a moment, "I know,baby..just hang on a bit more,m'kay?"

"Until how long Taehyung-ah?" She runs her fingers through her hair locks

"Soon,i promise."

If he doesn't have time for her now,then was it fine for her to go out too with her friends? Supposedly it will be the same too as him isn't it? Not that she is thinking this is a revenge but the fact that her boyfriend is a global superstar  stops her from doing her free activities with her friends just to wait for him for at times he is asking for an impromptu dates. But now that she knows his plans for the next few days ahead, there must be no mistake in going out for a drink at night

"I was thinking to go out tonight with my friends."

"Oh? Who?"

"Erm.."

Okay,she have to think fast!

"Jisoo and the girls from next door,probably some guys too."

"And where to?"

"I don't know,she said probably the Viking bar or Fox's she said."

The other line went quiet again and she anticipated what's to come from him next,

"Taehyung?"

"Do you have to go though?"

Instinctively she almost scoffed,

"I'm not asking for permission,Taehyung. I am contemplating with myself."

"You're a girl—you shouldn't got home so late at night."

"News flash Mister,there's this thing called taxi." She huffs.

"And what about the guys? Are you sure it's safe to drink with them?"

"Of course,they're the one who will probably takes care of us,girls instead."

"Somehow i don't trust them."

"Oh my God,are you even listening to yourself? You just said you will be out drinking too tomorrow night!"

"With the boys!"

"And so am i! I'll do whatever i want!" She admits she sounded like a little child but the fact he forbids her from going out with her friends is just ridiculous. She hangs up the phone even before he could utter another words.

She is fuming and she uses that chance to determine getting full make up on and even the bestest outfit to be out and about on weekend night.The music blaring throughout the whole dim room, flashes of rainbow lights swept across the air, the dance floor are crowded so there is no way in hell she would squeeze herself in when she can just grab drinks by the bars.

Yuta,true to his words did bring the whole crew of his friends probably not knowing she have a boyfriend either tries to be a wingman or he flirted with her himself.The girls hit the dance floor leaving (y/n) alone with alcohol drinks in her hand, chatting with the guys especially Taeyong and another one of his pal named Jaehyun. It is so obvious they tries to get under her sleeves, their rag couldn't be more clearer than a day.

"How can a girl like you still single?"

"How can a girl like you still a virgin?"

Taeyong shot a glare towards Lucas, "Be more rude why don't you?"

She laughs, "Why not? I'm saving myself for the best."

"That's fucking tempting." Hummed Yuta beside her, wrapping an arm over her waist but only for (y/n) to slap his hands away,

"Hands off,Nakamoto."

"Oooh rejected bro!" cooed Mark from the other side,.

"It was hard to believe though,she must be lying. Who's the man?" Jaehyun interjected, and she faked a gasp,

"You don't believe me?"

"Well-you're the senior we all look up to. Hells how many guys were drooling over you in our class. All they talk about how Senior (y/f/n) passes by the hallways and all went nuts."

Well, the confidence that she have the looks does have it in her but she never expresses it outwardly. That is one of the reason why Kim Taehyung caught his eyes on her on the first sight;sure he said pretty face doesn't matter but she is having them just in case.

"That's sweet, but don't get your hopes up. As you said,i might already have a boyfriend." She smirks and some of the guys lets out a dejected howl, at this point she is on the brink of her drunkenness, the vodka comes repeatedly with the whiskey and cocktails as she lost track of time with the guys.

Her head feels too heavy eventually, the drowsiness slowly overcome her body and sight, everything starts to spin in her eyes as she let her body swayed to the side to rest her head on someone's shoulder,

"You okay?" Ask the person,and she nodded with eyes closed,

"Yeah, i'm fine Taeyong.Just tipsy." That's a lie. Most part of her chooses to drown herself in alcohols was too ignore the aching feeling she have encroaches inside her heart; how sad she is when she could be spending time with her boyfriend now but he is too buys entertaining the world.

Is she making the right decision? Will this relationship last? Will he love her forever when he got all the loves from the fans countless more?

"(Y/n)," Called Taeyong, draping an arm over her back to let her fall on his chest comfortably,

"You can't be this adorable when you rejected everyone of us." She heard him sigh.

"Ouw-hey! What the hell man!?"

But his sudden outburst causes (y/n) to frown, pulling herself up to a straight sitting position and forcing both her heavy eyelids up to see what is all the commotion about. Through her half-lidded eyes, she saw a man stand right before her, trailing her sight up to see the very familiar young man ,glaring at the latter beside her. The others already stood on their horses, ready to defend their friend.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend." He growls, releasing the threatening grip on Taeyong's wrist before shoving him away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Yuta and Mark stood up defensively, their fists forms on each of their sides.

He ignores them,dropping to his knee to level the same face as her,

"I'm taking you home." He said and (y/n) frowns with a pout, trying to study the familiarity of his face,

"Excuse me sir, you look very alike with someone i know but...i couldn't quite put my finger on it." She slurred between her hiccups.

He heave out a heavy sigh, "This is why i never let you have a friends drinking night out." He grab her elbow, trying to pull her up from the couch, "Get up, we're going home."

"No!" She childishly retort, "I am waiting for my scotch!"

"You are having none,get up i said." 

She threw tantrums then, "Well,fine! I am waiting for Kim Taehyung! So bugger off,mister!" She crosses her arms across her chest with a 'hmph!'.

The male curses underneath his breath, and when that name was heard out loud and clear enough for the others,they starting to recognises him even through the dim light of this clubbing.

"Holy shit," Johnny was the first one to gasp, "He is Kim Taehyung."

"What?"

"Impossible! As in from BTS group!?"

"Dude,look at him! In front of our own naked eyes!" 

"Why..is he here though?"

"I'm here to get my girlfriend,mind to help moving her arse?"

"But, (y/n) told us she doesn't have a boyfriend." Yuta pipes in,still reeling from the shock.

"Yeah," He sighs this time, his gaze softens at her face, "I told her to."

Everyone then went silent, only took them a couple of seconds to understand the complicated situations between them.

"(Y/n)," Taehyung call her name again, she looks up sleepily, a grin then broke through her expression,

"Oh my! If it isn't Kim Taehyung! Ooooooh i must be dreaming~" She sang, poking her fingers on his shoulder.

"Alright, night's over." He hoist the drunk female up and threw her over his shoulder,

"I'm flying wheeeeeee~!" 

"She is so wasted alright." Jaehyun mutters.

"I trust you guys could keep your words here unless you want your senior's life to be doomed." He darts his eyes around, each sending them a piercing glance as an indirect threats.

"Good." With that he left.

He lie her down on the back of the passengers' seats before then drove back to the apartment they are sharing.

"The elephant's moving so fast.." He heard her mumbling at the back,

"It's flying." Which he respond nonchalantly with a flat tone.

"Like me?"

"Yeah,like you."

She burst into a fit of giggles, "I can fly! Does that mean i can fly to see my boyfriend,mister?"

Taehyung's heart drop as her giggling subsided gradually, once in a while his eyes taking glimpses of her form at the back through the rear mirror,

"I can finally see my Tae then~! Do you think he will be happy to see me?"

He didn't answer,

"But he doesn't look happy whenever i visited him," She pouted before adding more complaints, "My boyfriend is toooooo handsome so it is no surprise the whole world loves him." She giggles again through her hiccups,

"He is always away so i rarely see him,the last time we had sex was 6 months ago!" That almost made Taehyung choked on his own spit.

"I miss him so muuuuch.." She sang nonchalantly, "Hey,mister. Can you drive me to Japan? Ah,wait never miiiind.... he will hate me if i show up unannounced again.."

Why is she making these assumption herself?

"I just—" He then heard her sniffling, a drastic change, "I just wanna see him...is that bad,mister?"

"(Y/n).." he softly calls her.

"Hey..." She toss around at the back, acting strange, "I don't feel so good..."

"What—OH MY GOD, (Y/F/N)!"

He couldn't help but to mutter curses underneath his breath as he cleans the car's jock, wearing his black mask to avoid the smell wafted into his nostrils which made him almost vomiting too. He can't believe she would be throwing her last lunch out from her stomach right at the wrong timing and place!

After he was done, he made his way up to the apartment and into the room to find the female tossing on the bed with groans escaping from her lips,

"It's too hot.." She complaints, few buttons of her pyjamas where Taehyung had wiped and changed her into came off,probably pulling on them.

He sigh, "Don't take it off,you'll catch a cold."

"Hoooot~" She whines as he catches both her hands to pull her down and lay on the soft mattress beside him.

"Is it just me or the sun is looking at me?"

"Get some sleep,baby." He pull her close, securing an arm over her hips and back, his thumb caresses its length on her skin.

"Hmm.." She hums, when she bury herself onto his chest seeking for his warmth and comfort he finally relaxes. The next thing he knew was the soft snore from the girl.

He stare down at her profile, her eyelash casts shadows over her pale cheeks and he couldn't help but to run his thumb over the soft skin of hers.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes though he is sure she is sound asleep, "I thought by hiding our relationship is the best way to have it between us but..i didn't knew this'd hurt you."

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[skeletorific]

How would the grillbaes (UT/UF/US) react to an s/o who always wears one of those medical masks in their presence/in any public space? At first their excuse is that they're sick and don't want to gross anyone out, then its that they have a huge scar around the mouth. But eventually it comes out that they absolutely hate their smile. They were told early on that it "just looks wrong", so they took to restraining themselves then just covering the lower part of their face over the years.

In the end I’m not firm enough in my US!Grillby to really write for him, sorry about that, but I made these two extra long to make up for it

UT!Grillby: As per usual, the barmen is silent when you remove your mask. No real reaction beyond a slight stir in the flames on his head. Excitement? Dissatisfaction? You’re uncertain and vacillating between possibilities, many of them terrifying to consider.

You know Grillby would never cast you aside for something as superficial as this. Hell, if you weren’t sure of this you wouldn’t have taken off the mask in the first place. It wasn’t like he had ever asked you to. He’d simply accepted it as a part of you. In a way it was almost a point of similarity between you. In place of kisses there were forehead touches and affectionate nuzzles. That had been more than enough for both of you. It had been you who had decided to take the step, to try and demonstrate your trust for him in this ultimate display of vulnerability.

You tried to tell yourself that it would be fine. That if this didn’t go well, that you could go back. Put the mask back and go on as you were. But deep down you knew that after this, there would be no going back. If he rejected this, then that rejection would sit with you for the rest of your life together. It would settle in the core of your being and place him with everyone who made you cling to the mask.

“....I don’t understand.” He finally said.

“....there was never a scar.” You said quietly. “Its just....my smile.”

“....” There was an implicit question mark in his eyes.

“When I was a kid people used to tell me it was...creepy. Wrong, somehow. I just started covering it. It was easier. It was-” The words were tumbling out now, but your voice died out as his hand moved to cradle your face. There was a long silence that hung in the air, so tangible you could almost taste it.

“.....its good to see you.”

You felt a heat climbing your cheeks that had nothing to do with your boyfriend’s temperature quirks.

“If the mask makes you more comfortable then I won’t make you leave it off. But I’m glad that you trusted me. And.....for what its worth, I think you’re lovely.”

Before you can think better of it, your mouth splits open in that awful, awful grin, and as soon as you realize you find your hands itching to cover it....but he closes the gap between you. Pressing his own, peculiar mouth against your own.

You don’t know if you’ll re-cover your face before you leave. Potential fears and self-doubt wait just outside his embrace, you know that by now. But...for now, that smile doesn’t go away. And for once, you don’t try to make it.

UF!Grillby: He’d been off and on pestering you about the mask for the past few months, more so since you’d panicked and blurted out some excuse about a scar. He never pushed you too far; like most interactions with your boyfriends, it was a constant game of push and pull. He’d ask just enough times to have you fuming only to walk you back from the edge with gentle flirtation and carefully timed affection. You knew exactly what he was doing but could never make yourself mind.

For the most part you were certain he was partly joking. But it got to you. It was...stupid. It was stupid to lie to him about this, to hide this from him. After all the life-threatening situations, horrifying violence, and general magical bullshit your boyfriend had survived, you doubted a somewhat unnerving smile would send him running. But every time you tried to psych yourself up for it, rehearsing in the bathroom mirror, even trying to save it for special dates....you’d take one look at yourself and immediately snap the face mask back on.

Fellby had a taste for the finer things. Beautiful clothes, gorgeous furnishing.....and attractive people. And however often he asserted that you were more than enough to meet his standard, you were worried. That you’d be discarded. Pawned off like a chipped gem and traded in for a model without flaws. Which was....probably stupid.

Probably.

That probably hung heavy on your shoulders.

Only to slip abruptly off when, during a drunken after hours play-argument about it, you suddenly ripped it off.

The silence in the bar as you both absorbed what you had just done was the most frightening thing you’d ever heard.

His face was hard to read but by now you’d picked up the knack. And you watched, as it faded from surprise, to slightly flustered, to a softer expression, to...

“-Are you seriously looking disappointed right now?” You managed to splutter, your cheeks turning bright red

“Well...” His hand lifted gently to the side of your face. “....I was promised a horrifying scar.”

“Oh, fuck you.” You muttered, reaching to pull the mask back on, but his other hand pulled it out of your reach.

“Scars are a valuable commodity in my world. They tell stories.”

“Well, sorry, the only story you get is me.” You tried to snatch it back to no avail, and glared at him.

“So imagine my disappointment to find instead just a perfectly attractive human under all that mystery. Its anti-climactic.”

“I....you...” You looked at him, darkening more. “....attractive?”

“Now why go to all the trouble of lying about this?” He caught your chin with his hands, running his thumb over your lower lip in a way that just made you melt. You weren’t used to anything touching that area and it seemed like a shock to your nerve endings.

Focus, focus. “It...my smile....its not...great.”“Show me”“I can’t just smile on command-”“Shoooow me”

You can’t help it, your boyfriends wheedling tone and the gentle touch was making your lips twitch upwards. You gave in.

He seemed....stunned.

“....Grill-”

He covered your mouth with an abrupt, almost violent kiss. You hummed in surprise but didn’t pull back, slowly relaxing against him.

He broke off after a long moment, And was silent. Before grabbing the mask and slipping it gently over your face.

“I-....w-wait-” There was a spike of panic. Was it that bad?!

“You worry for nothing.” He kissed your forehead. “But....if its all the same I think I’m the only one down here who deserves to see something that precious.”

“......you know there’s really not a way to say that without sounding like a serial killer.”

He spluttered some attempt at an excuse, but you laughed, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. Eyes swimming a bit with happy tears.

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