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LOVE IS A WAR

PAIRING : Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon

SYNOPSIS : love is a war when it comes to trying not to batt an eye when cupid is knocking at your door, especially when you and your ex started to hate each other’s guts, resulting in actions which you both don’t actually mean.

THEMES: smut & lots of angst. 7.7k wc.

WARNINGS : this work is an idol x idol fic!!! more narration and less talking, originally was written in filo but i edited it to be a little more western, hints of filo culture, SMUT, NSFW UNDER THE CUT, enemies to ????, no beta!!

SMUT WARNINGS : porn w/o plot, mating press, unprotected sex (wrap that up!), implied infidelity, fucking your ex’s bestfriend who’s taken, jw kinda hallucinates, brief voyeurism ( jungwon and rei), grinding (jay and wonyoung), making out table sex, couch sex, angsty sex, jungwon and wonyoung cries and i mean a lot of that, cunnilingus multiple orgasms, multiple orgasms, multiple positions.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : requested work! thank you to my dearest anon who sent these in! 🥹 this was pretty much a rollercoaster for me so i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did! i also hope i did justice to this huhuu labyu!

“Oh– oh god, Won! Holy shit, you’re fucking– oh fuck, it’s so good!” Andrea moans underneath Jungwon who smugly smiles as he’s hurriedly thrusting into her, chasing for his and her orgasm.

It was that time of the week where all Jungwon wanted was to unwind after some troubles – or rather his Wonyoung troubles because the gal had been targeting him once again for quite some time because somehow she found out about Jungwon targeting students from her university, fucking them after a night out in The Island.

Sure, she didn’t need to interfere with whatever Jungwon was doing but Wonyoung just felt the need to do so. But why? Because she wanted Jungwon all to herself, although she can’t exactly get herself to admit all that.

Jungwon steadily holds Andrea underneath him, not letting the secretary of the student council move or attempt to change positions, he even hikes her legs up towards his shoulders, folding her in half as she moans in delight when Jungwon’s free hand wraps around her neck, just putting enough pressure on her neck for her to gasp when her airway briefly cuts off.

He watches her with prey-like eyes, watching as his meal visibly enjoys herself as he thrusts into her cunt at an animalistic pace. Jungwon's pace is relentless now that he folded her in half, hands gripping her waist tightly as he keeps her close to him as he thrusts away.

Jungwon even smiles when Andrea opens her eyes, eyes all watery from the tears that are trying to escape, one quick blink and all of a sudden her face starts to morph into someone else, her eyes start to look doll like with wispy lashes and orbs as brown as coffee, lips becoming all plump and luscious just like strawberries, her cheeks start to become flush in terms of color– just like how Wonyoung glows when she’s around her close friends, but never around jungwon.

He moans wantonly before his brows crease as he fixes his eyes on Wonyoung’s face, watching as her face distorts in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing as her mouth lets out moans of pleasure.

She bounces back and forth underneath Jungwon as he fucks her cunt roughly, he could even feel how wet her cunt was becoming, her walls pulsate around Jungwon’s cock, squeezing him tightly which has Jungwon moaning.

“W-won.. F-fuck, you’re tight.. Only I could fuck you like this, huh?” Jungwon stutters before he shuts his eyes tightly before plummeting into her warm cavern, making Wonyoung moan loudly underneath him.

Jungwon shudders when she tightens up around his cock, squeezing him tightly as her arms reach up for Jungwon’s shoulders to pull him down towards her, keeping him close as he’s crazily fucking her with her body still folded in half. He loses his words once she mutters she’s close, mind focused on the idea of making Wonyoung cum, making her remember that only he could make her feel this way.

His moans are loud and full when he plummets harder into her cunt, forcefully fucking her with such intensity that has Wonyoung moaning loudly underneath him, practically begging Jungwon to slow down and yet her actions contradicts her words as she’s pulling him closer towards her.

Jungwon grunts as he leans on her shoulder, lips pressed against her skin as he desperately tries to muffle his own moans as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung rapidly, eager to cum into the younger’s cunt. He always liked to make sure to cum inside whoever he fucked, burying it into their minds that he marked them up with his cum.

“Oh baby, you feel so damn good around my cock. I don’t think I could ever get tired of fucking your cunt.” Jungwon chokes out before he lets out a little whine before grabbing Wonyoung’s waist tightly, as he’s hurriedly thrusting into Wonyoung, his ears are satisfied once he hears her moan in delight as she scratches up Jungwon’s back as she feels herself reaching her orgasm.

Jungwon lets out a loud moan as he starts to release his cum into Wonyoung who moans before she pants, arms unravelling from Jungwon’s body. Jungwon on the other hand briefly rests his forehead on Wonyoung’s shoulder as he pants, exhausted from his and Wonyoung’s little activity.

“Wonyo–” Jungwon says as he’s getting up, pulling away from Wonyoung’s shoulders only to see Andrea lying underneath him, eyes shut closed as she’s trying to catch her breath after an intense orgasm.

She opens her eyes, eyes looking up at Jungwon’s confused ones, “Hmm? What was that?” she asked before Jungwon shook his head, quickly brushing it off before hastily getting off of Andrea and slipping his now flaccid cock out of her cunt.

She audibly hisses before getting up on her forearms, watching as Jungwon busily dressed himself up. Andrea lets her eyes linger on Jungwon's toned body, his abs flex as he’s slipping on his shirt, quickly pulling the fabric down before looking over at Andrea who’s covering herself up with the sheets.

Standing by the foot of Andrea’s bed, Jungwon even tries to envision her face as Wonyoung, desperately trying to morph her face into his ex and yet Jungwon fails to do so. Jungwon brushes it off once more before he looks away from Andrea and quickly exits Andrea's dorm despite her calling out to him.

Jungwon must've been going crazy because of the incident earlier, he must’ve been yearning to see Wonyoung more often or at least to have one proper conversation with the gal without arguing or getting on each other’s nerves.

Meanwhile Wonyoung on the other hand was in her apartment, busying herself with an array of papers, meetings, projects. She had always been the studious one in her family, always excelling in school from grade school until college. Wonyoung knew that if she excelled in school, she’d be next in line for her family’s company.

She was busy writing her thesis when her phone buzzed 3 consecutive times, making Wonyoung’s focus break as she reached for it, seeing it as a sign to take a quick break.

Wonyoung smiles slightly when she sees it was her friends sending messages in their chatroom along with instagram stories of them tagging her. She sends a reply before swiping out of their chatroom, switching apps before scrolling on instagram.

She wasn’t exactly on her social media all of the time because of how busy she was with college but Wonyoung occasionally went on her socials whenever she pleased, or only when she wants to check on Jungwon’s whereabouts despite pushing him away and angering the latter when they see each other in public.

Wonyoung and Jungwon never deleted each other’s contacts, even leaving their socials as each other’s follower and whatnot. They never intended to get riled up even through one look at the other, somehow things escalated between them two which lead to things never working out, ever.

Swiping left, Wonyoung stumbled upon one of Jungwon’s friends, Minji, who posted a story of their friend group with Jungwon nowhere to be seen.

Rolling her eyes, Wonyoung immediately knew where he’d be, most likely at some girl’s dorm, fucking her and then leaving once he’s satisfied.

Then suddenly, Yujin sent her a message.

ahnjin: why don’t you come here?

ahnjin: he just arrived.

Within seconds, Wonyoung is bolting into her walk-in closet to put on the most decent outfit she could put on. She knew she didn’t need to do much to impress anyone, even Jungwon, because the two would be quarrelling the moment their eyes landed on each other.

Nearly just 30 minutes later, Wonyoung arrives at the club and she makes a beeline towards her friends’ favorite table at the venue, far from everybody else yet close enough to see who is with who.

Wonyoung sits herself beside Heeseung who’s eyes are clearly buzzed with alcohol, constantly blinking as he reaches for another glass. She catches his gaze as he cheekily smiles back at the younger, “Last glass.” Heeseung replies to which Wonyoung simply scrunches her nose at him knowing that that isn’t real.

Turning her head to look at Yujin who’s eyes were already fixated on her, Wonyoung raises her brows at her to which the older does back, “So? Where is he?” Wonyoung asks Yujin, who points with puckered lips, “He was on the dance floor with some newbie.” the older answers to which Wonyoung nods as she leans into Heeseung’s arm that was now wrapped around her shoulder.

“Pause, why are you even here if you think he’s the absolute bane of your existence?” Heeseung pipes in before he downs a shot as if it was a glass of water, making Wonyoung shrug as a response, “Why? Am I forbidden to come here and join my friends?” she questions back as she reaches and takes away the glass from Heeseung.

“Because clearly she went here for that kid, isn’t it obvious?” Sunghoon answers for Wonyoung who shoots a annoyed facial expression at him, the older only shoots back the same expression at her, making Wonyoung roll her eyes at him.

He only shakes his head at the youngest’s antics, knowing very well that his response was exactly alike to what Wonyoung was thinking.

Sunghoon wasn’t wrong, Wonyoung was still slightly into Jungwon and yet she absolutely despised seeing Jungwon in the same room as she was, she hated how sly the older was especially those around women who took a liking to the feline-eyed man.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung only grimaced when Heeseung gave her a full glass of liquor in exchange for the empty one in her hand. Wonyoung wasn’t exactly the drinker in their group, she always liked to be the one to take care of her friends when they were shitfaced.

Thinking it was worth taking a break, Wonyoung quickly downed the shot before grimacing whilst Heeseung cheered from beside her, she shuddered when the shot of liquor burned as she swallowed, making her friends chuckle at the youngest.

A few bottles later, Wonyoung was now intoxicated as she laid her head on Sunghoon’s shoulder whilst the latter stayed still in his seat to avoid making her uncomfortable. From the moment Wonyoung became talkative, they knew she was already intoxicated from the amount of liquor she had already taken the moment she took the glass from Heeseung.

She spoke happily, rambling about different things all at once which made her friends chuckle and shake their heads as they pretended to understand what Wonyoung was saying.

Her rambling went on and on not until she stood up, swaying as she tried to walk away from their table, insisting that she needed to go dance, meanwhile Sunghoon quickly followed her after Yujin and Heeseung insisted that he went after Wonyoung. Sunghoon kept his distance as he followed Wonyoung who went down to the dance floor, letting her alter ego take over as she swayed and danced along to the music.

Her once feisty features were taken over by her dopamine, putting a smile and laughter into her system as she happily danced along to those on the dance floor, even ushering other people to dance with her.

Meanwhile Jungwon could see Wonyoung dancing on the dance floor with Sunghoon just a few steps away from her, he could feel his eye twitch when he saw Sunghoon push one of the known drunkards of the area away from Wonyoung.

Unknowingly, Jungwon was already on his way towards the dance floor, just a few steps away from Wonyoung, not until he felt someone tap his shoulder, making him falter in his steps as he turned around. Landing his eyes on whoever tapped him, Jungwon immediately recognized her to be Naoi Rei, one of Wonyoung’s sworn enemies in her university.

Letting Rei pull him, Jungwon found himself on the dance floor with her, dancing along to the music with the younger. Seemingly enjoying her time as she danced with Jungwon, Rei was oblivious to the fact that Jungwon had his eyes fixated behind her where Wonyoung was only a few steps away still enjoying her night on the dance floor.

“You don’t know who I am, huh?” Jungwon says as he leaned in towards her ear, talking over the music whilst Rei shook her head at him, “Why? Are you some type of famous guy that I should know?” Rei answered whilst Jungwon merely laughed at her response, “It’s best you don’t know.” he replies while Rei laughs at him wholeheartedly.

How oblivious, Jungwon thought as he smiled slightly at her before ushering the woman to come closer to him, swaying along to the beat as they converse.

For once, Jungwon actually forgot he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung. He was oddly enjoying her company as they conversed about each other’s interest, but then the tip of the iceberg suddenly appeared, Wonyoung accidentally caught a glance of Jungwon and Rei smiling as they talked, seemingly in a separate bubble from the rest of the people on the dance floor.

Changing auras within a second, Wonyoung found herself roaming around the dance floor, leaving Sunghoon behind who was cornered by two women who were interested in the man.

Whilst browsing the crowd, Wonyoung didn’t exactly know what her plan was and yet all she needed was one look from Jay Park and her plan was set.

Smoothly walking over to the man, she knew he was just as intoxicated as she was, his rough hands immediately made their way towards her waist, pulling Wonyoung close to him as she placed her hands on Jay’s chest.

Since the latter was leaning against the wall, it was as though they had just a slither of privacy. Wonyoung knew that even if she batted her eyes at the man, he would’ve immediately gone weak at the knees for her.

“And I thought you’d be studying for our midterms, what are you doing here?” Jay slurs as Wonyoung just smiles at him as she comes closer towards Jay’s ear, “I came here for you.” she says slyly before pulling away with a teasing smile as Jay flashes her a cocky look.

“Yeah? Thee Lasallian IT girl came for me?” Jay asks once more before Wonyoung places her pointer finger right on Jay’s plump lips to stop the man from speaking, “Can’t believe it, huh?” Wonyoung replies with such faux sultriness that had Jay whistling when the woman swiftly turns around, pressing her behind right on Jay’s crotch which has the man wincing as he pulls her closer towards him, making Wonyoung gasp out of faux pleasure as she shakes her ass against him.

Just like Rei with Jungwon, Jay was oblivious to the fact that Wonyoung had her eyes on Rei and Jungwon who were busy whispering into each other’s ears as they sat down at the nearest table from the dance floor.

All Rei could think of at the moment was Jungwon and how incredibly focused he was on her, she quite liked his company even though she’s now well aware of Jungwon’s image back at Ateneo.

Jungwon watched as Rei giggled before he shifted his gaze behind her, accidentally landing on Wonyoung that had her back against Jay’s front, clearly doing something immoral in public.

His eyes stay on Wonyoung sensually moving her hips against Jay’s whose hands are clearly on her hips, moving her in a stable rhythm as he does the same, grinding himself against her.

Jungwon sees red when Jay leans in and places a kiss on Wonyoung’s shoulder before he leans towards her ear and whispers something, making Wonyoung giggle as she covers her mouth, blushing like a highschooler at Jay’s words.

Suddenly Jungwon’s hand moves by itself, somehow landing on Rei’s jaw as he leans in, sealing his lips with hers as they kiss with such tenderness and sweetness that made Wonyoung frown at the sight, forgetting that Jay was grinding himself against her plush ass.

Somehow hesitant, Rei and Jungwon try to find a pace that works for them, slotting their lips against each other’s as they test the waters. Soon enough, Rei was pulling Jungwon closer to her before Jungwon held onto her waist as he manoeuvred her to sit on his lap, lips still pressed flush against each other’s.

Wonyoung’s eyes immediately roll when she sees Rei move her hips slightly whilst Jungwon’s hands move back towards her ass, squeezing them which makes Rei whimper against Jungwon’s lips.

Unamused with how Wonyoung stopped moving gracefully against him, Jay softly pulls Wonyoung’s wrist to make her face him, “Finding me boring already?” Jay asks the gal which makes her roll her eyes at him, “Yeah, so what?” Wonyoung replies sassily at him which makes Jay chuckle as he watches Wonyoung roll her eyes before walking away from him, eyes shooting daggers at Rei and Jungwon as she passes by them and grabs Sunghoon along with her as she hurries back to their table.

“Clearly someone’s not having fun.” Yujin chuckles when Wonyoung sits on the couch annoyingly, eyes burning with fury as she kept her eyes on Jungwon and Rei who was enjoying themselves as they now whispered sweet nothings to each other, making Rei giggle and blush as Jungwon spoke to her in a low voice.

Jungwon forgot how he was using Rei to get to Wonyoung because he was enjoying her company, he liked the fact that the younger was actually enjoying her time with him instead of dancing around or getting drunk with her friends.

“So what do you think? Let’s get out of here?” Rei slyly asks Jungwon who looks at her with a shocked expression, “That eager to have me, Miss Naoi?” Jungwon replies while Rei laughs as she slaps Jungwon’s chest.

Wonyoung scoffs when she sees this happen whilst her friends watch her grumble, she even rolls her eyes when Rei hop off of Jungwon’s lap and the two scurry out of the club, hand in hand as they whisper to each other.

“You know what, why don’t you get your revenge on him too? The one you were grinding on, that was Jungwon’s friend right? Jeremiah? Jacob? Jay? Whatever the fuck his name is.” Yujin commented as Wonyoung turned her head to look at her, Wonyoung raised a brow at her before Heeseung spoke, “Exactly, that guy is Jungwon’s friend. He leaves with your enemy, you leave with his best friend.” he says, shrugging as if he had said the smartest thing ever.

Wonyoung actually thinks about it, she hates it when people do things that go against what she likes, so she stood up with her handbag, not even bothering to bid her goodbyes to her friends as she heads down towards Jay’s table which had an array of women just batting their eyelashes at him, trying to get a turn to talk or even makeout with Jay just for tonight but Jay’s eyes were on Wonyoung as she walked up to him.

Tilting his head at her, Jay spoke with a chuckle, “Are you interested in me again?” he said to her whilst Wonyoung simply nodded at him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have left you back there, I just wanted a break, that’s all.” Wonyoung says, faux sadness kicking into her system as her lips formed into a pout as she spoke.

Jay looks at her longingly before reaching for Wonyoung’s hand, “Then come with me, hmm?” he says as he pulls Wonyoung away from the girls who whined for Jay to come back, heading straight out of the club as Wonyoung let herself get pulled as they exited the club.

Whilst Jay drove, he had his hand placed atop Wonyoung’s thigh as he spoke softly to her unlike how Jungwon spoke to her. Because of both Jungwon and her own hardheadedness, they always ended up speaking in a rough tone despite not even arguing with each other.

She liked how soft-spoken Jay was with her, speaking softly as though she’d break like fine glass if he spoke in a rough tone. Jay had the sweetest tone and smile on his face as he eyed her, forgetting she was ever Jungwon’s ex and that the younger would burn up in flames if he ever found out what was about to happen.

This isn’t a good idea, Wonyoung thought when Jay parked the car in front of the revolving doors of the apartment. Hesitantly, she unbuckled her seatbelt whilst Jay went out and even opened the car door for her, hand elongating itself for Wonyoung to hold.

He smiles nicely at the chauffeur when he shuts the door behind Wonyoung, ushering the woman to walk alongside him as they enter the lobby. She forgot how Jay was practically royal to other people because of his high status, Wonyoung forgot who she was when standing alongside Jay who walked with his chin held up high as they entered the elevator.

Watching as the elevator doors closed, it was as though a switch had flipped and Jay immediately lightly pushed Wonyoung against the corner, lips hurriedly smashing against hers as his hands roamed around her body, fingertips rough against her skin.

All Wonyoung could do was moan against Jay's lips as he nipped at her delicate ones, moaning loudly when Jay groped her ass. Her hands hurriedly moved against jay’s body, sharp nails running along the fabric of Jay’s shirt, Wonyoung wasn’t exactly sure how this would end and yet she found herself walking backwards as Jay lightly pushed her towards the door of his apartment, briefly kissing her with her back against the wood before pulling away to tap the code in.

The two hurriedly walk towards Jay’s bedroom as he pulls Wonyoung along with him, chest heavy as they chased their breaths before Wonyoung sits herself down on Jay’s bed as the man hurriedly slips his shirt off before doing the same with his slacks.

Wonyoung mindlessly tossed her handbag to the ground, hands already pushing herself further up Jay’s bed as he crawled on top of her, lips tainted with such sweetness that nearly had Wonyoung’s heart swooning.

Jay made sure that Wonyoung was comfortable with every move he did, always constantly asking her if she was okay. Wonyoung didn’t exactly like how nice Jay was because she liked being thrown around and she knew she couldn’t have that because of how gentle Jay was being with her.

Wonyoung was lying underneath Jay when the man was busily petting her clothed cunt, making the woman whimper as she threw her head back in frustration, eyes brimming with tears as she groaned, “Jay please..” she groaned as Jay smiled teasingly, he doesn’t give in because where’s the fun in letting the it-girl control him?

“Please what, baby?” Jay purrs, watching as Wonyoung whimpered once more, thighs closing in around Jay's hand that stopped moving against her cunt.

Wonyoung looks up at him with teary eyes, “Please! Please just touch me!” Wonyoung says, voice cracking at the end of her sentence which makes Jay chuckle as his other hand forces her thighs to open up, letting his hand slip underneath her panties, making Wonyoung moan wantonly as she throws her head back.

It doesn’t take long for Wonyoung to get impatient as she lightly pushes Jay away from her before taking off her dress and undergarments as she hurriedly pulls Jay towards her, making the man chuckle as he begins to touch her.

“Why are you in such a rush? Guess Miss Jang is that needy to get dicked down.” Jay smiles teasingly as he got on his knees, hand pumping his cock as Wonyoung watched him do so, her hands have a mind of their own as they began to wander around her body, touching and letting her hands run wild as she watched Jay lustfully, making the man lick his lips when Wonyoung moans as she tweaks at her nipples.

Jay lets out a little grunt when one of Wonyoung’s hands reach for his balls, fondling them briefly before Jay pushed her hand away as he held himself up using one hand beside Wonyoung’s head as he aligned his cock against her winking hole that quickly swallowed up his cock as he sunk into her heat.

Wonyoung sucked her breath when Jay went deeper and deeper into her cunt, stretching her in ways that she didn’t think would happen. It doesn’t take long for Jay to start fucking her roughly, his hands start to grip her skin tightly, making Wonyoung whimper as she clenches harder around Jay’s cock like a vice.

Feeling a little generous, Wonyoung reaches and grabs the back of her knees to pull it further up, slightly folding herself in half as Jay ploughs deeper and harder into her cunt, cock reaching deep and stretching her out.

Wonyoung lets Jay take control and do whatever he wants to do to her and that includes fucking her in multiple positions, filming her ever so often, and making her take his cock harshly.

She moans and arches her back as Jay plows into her cunt from behind, one hand gripping her waist tightly as the other hand held up his phone to film himself fucking Wonyoung.

Jay curses and slaps her ass when Wonyoung clenches her cunt around Jay’s cock, squeezing him tightly as he grunts, her ass claps against his pelvis, cunt squeezing his cock delicately like a vice. Jay’s hand moved up from her ass and up towards her waist, squeezing the soft skin as he’s eagerly fucking Wonyoung.

He grunts out random words as he’s thrusting into Wonyoung’s warm cunt, ravelling in the way that her cunt was warmly squeezing Jay’s cock, he even shuts his eyes in ecstasy when he hears Wonyoung moan loudly, whining out Jay’s name.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” Jay grunts as he’s rutting into her cunt, groaning out loud when Wonyoung cries out to Jay, calling out to him as she’s crashing down her own orgasm.

Waking up with the golden glow of the morning light peeking through the blinds was something that Jungwon didn’t expect, aside from the fact that Rei was sleeping soundly beside him, arm placed atop Jungwon’s stomach.

Reaching blindly for his jeans, Jungwon quickly took his phone out before scrolling on his phone, replying to messages before moving over to instagram, tapping on the right side of the screen mindlessly as he watched stories of his friends.

He was watching them nonchalantly not until Jay’s instagram story appeared next, Jungwon immediately saw red when he recognized who was on Jay’s story.

It was the back of Wonyoung whom he knew very well, Jungwon knew it by the arch of her back, the delicate and soft porcelain skin of hers. He knew from the back of his mind that that was Wonyoung in Jay’s bed.

Jungwon huffed as he tapped the message button, sending Jay a quick message.

yngjwn : really? this is the shit you pull?

pjay : ?

He rolls his eyes at Jay’s response before throwing his phone aside, making it land on the bedside table with a thud before swiftly unravelling himself from underneath Rei’s arm. Jungwon makes sure to leave nothing behind as he leaves Rei with no note whatsoever as he slips out of her apartment and into his car where he drives straight to Jay’s apartment.

Jungwon didn’t think that Jay would pull such a move especially when he knows very well that Wonyoung was once his ex. He also didn’t think that Wonyoung would’ve fallen for whatever Jay said to her.

Cursing the older under his breath, Jungwon makes his way up into Jay’s apartment, quickly tapping in the code before letting himself in, making a beeline towards the kitchen where Jay stood, humming to himself as he busied himself with the ingredients laid out in front of him.

Jay doesn’t even spare him a look and instead he just spoke to him, “Do you need anything?” he asks.

Jungwon’s eye twitches, “Are you really going down that road?” he asks back.

This time Jay spares him a quick look, eyes burning with fury.

“Are you fucking with me?” Jay spat while Jungwon took a step closer towards the older, “Seems like you’re the one fucking with me.” Jungwon replies as the older man's eyes turned into thin slits as he looked at the person that he considered his best friend.

“What the fuck is this about? Is this about Wonyoung because she bent over—“ Jay asked before Jungwon shoved him lightly, “Don’t talk about her like that.” he says, brows creasing in frustration.

“Talk about her, how?” The older replied, “What the fuck is your problem anyway? She’s your ex, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Or maybe you just want Wonyoung to be your personal whore. Won, see this? This is what you could’ve had if you were nicer to her.” Jay added as he quickly unlocked his phone before showing Jungwon a short video of Jay fucking Wonyoung from behind, the audio made it clear that it was her because of her loud moans, making Jungwon’s inner self engulfed in flames.

Jungwon’s fist has a mind of its own because in one quick blink, his fist hits Jay’s upper cheek and he grabs a hold of the older’s shoulders before he shoves him into the counter, then his hands grab the collar of Jay’s shirt, “Fuck you.” he says as he pulled Jay towards him before shoving him roughly, storming out of Jay’s apartment as the older cursed him repeatedly.

Stomping his way out of the older man’s apartment complex, all Jungwon could think of was how irrational that was of Jay to do especially when he knew that Wonyoung was still very dear to him despite their constant arguments and when he had a woman bearing his child elsewhere.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Jungwon thought as he thought about his friend’s infidelity.

Mind all cloudy, Jungwon drove his car like it was a race, paying no mind to those he came across in the streets as he drove to the place that his mind and heart knows, Wonyoung’s house.

Being the independent woman she was, Wonyoung lived separately from her family, always saying how it’s best for her to live in such circumstances before taking on the life of a future ceo.

Even after her brief departure, Wonyoung came back as the woman she was, independently living her life hence why she bought the house for herself and lived there, even hosting parties or hookups — including hooking up with Jungwon back when they were together.

Reaching the front of Wonyoung’s abode, Jungwon quickly stepped out of his car and went straight for the tall gates, making a ruckus as he desperately called out to Wonyoung.

Not caring if people saw him making a scene, Jungwon kept pulling and pushing at the gate, screaming like a mad man.

“Jang, Let me in! We need to talk!” Jungwon said loudly, rattling the gate back and forth as he spoke out loud.

Watching as the man repeatedly pushed and pulled at the gate as he begged Wonyoung to step out of her house. Jungwon was relentlessly and aggressively trying to get the gate to open, screaming for the entire block to hear as he begged Wonyoung to see him.

Wonyoung saw the exact moment that Jungwon pulled up in front of the house, hair all ruffled up in frustration that she knew very well because he used to do the same whenever they argued years ago.

Watching him pathetically from her bedroom window, she quickly slipped on a robe and wrapped it closed around her waist before hurrying down the stairs and towards the front door and to the gate where Jungwon was still busily screaming.

Standing a few steps away from the gate, Wonyoung stared at Jungwon’s orbs that stared back into hers, jaw jutting as his eyelids tensely narrowed at the sight of Wonyoung in all of her glory.

“Why did you come here?”

“Why'd you go with Jay last night?”

She shrugs, “Why does that matter to you? We’re no longer together, remember?” Wonyoung answers, words striking Jungwon right at the heart.

“It matters because you’re mine.” Jungwon strikes back.

Wonyoung chuckles, “Oh really? Now I’m yours?” she says as she makes quotations in the air.

Jungwon huffs as he shoves the gate with one hand, “Just let me in, we have to talk.” he says as he’s shooting daggers at Wonyoung who tilts her head at him, “Why? There’s nothing to talk about.” she answers back sassily.

“We need to talk about us, Won.” Jungwon says exasperatedly, eyes practically begging Wonyoung to give in. Meanwhile Wonyoung was arguing with her mind and heart, unsure whether to push Jungwon away or to have one decent conversation with the latter.

Walking towards the gate with heavy steps, Wonyoung’s chest is heavy as she opens the gate for Jungwon, closing it behind him before she heads into her home, not even bothering to spare Jungwon a look as she walks away.

Stepping foot in her home, Wonyoung sat on the couch as Jungwon stood a few steps away from her, feet shifting underneath him. Now, he didn’t know what to say as he stood in front of Wonyoung whose eyes bore into his, patiently waiting for him to speak.

“What’s there to talk about?” Wonyoung calmly says, making the air between them turn eerie because she never spoke that way with him.

Jungwon purses his lips, “Why’d you sleep with him?” he says, desperate for an answer.

“Why do you care? What’s in it for you anyway? Did you want to join in?” Wonyoung scoffs.

Jungwon rolls his eyes as he uncrosses his arms, “What? No!” he says, brows creasing into one line as he watches as Wonyoung’s eyes crinkle into a smile.

“Then why?”

“Just because!”

“Because what!”

“Because I love you!” A hint of surrender is evident in Jungwon’s voice as he spoke, eyes deliberately speaking for themselves as he looked at Wonyoung’s unsure ones.

She scoffs, “But why? After all these years, you chose to love me now? Unbelievable.” Wonyoung says as she shakes her head.

“Wow, unbelievable? I didn’t even complain when you left me here.” Jungwon says bitterly, “And so I left, so what?” Wonyoung rolls her eyes at Jungwon who frowns at her.

“You left and you could’ve stayed! You could’ve chosen me instead but you didn’t do that!”

“You know very well that I couldn't stay, not even you could stop me from leaving.” Wonyoung said bitterly as she wiped away a tear that was threatening to escape.

Shaking her head, Wonyoung held her head up high as she spoke, “And why would I even stay for you? You never even loved me.” she says as Jungwon gawks at her, ears refusing to believe the words that slipped out of her mouth.

“I never loved you? I love you! I love you, Jang Wonyoung! And somehow after all this time, I wish you loved me too..” Jungwon stared at Wonyoung as he spoke, eyes red with tears that he had kept in the moment that Wonyoung stepped foot into the country after her disappearance.

“How could you say that you love me when you have done nothing but hurt me? You did everything but love me!” She says as she avoids Jungwon’s eyes when she sees him wipe his tears, afraid to let another tear fall if she spoke another word.

“I loved you from the very moment you let me become friends with you! I loved you from the very moment you let me hold your hand and hug you when you got a B- on your test in Math in 4th grade! I loved y-you..” Jungwon’s bottom lip quivers as he sniffles, droplets of tears pathetically cascading down his cheeks as he cries, practically crumbling down in front of Wonyoung who’s eyes start to brim with tears at the sight of Jungwon crying.

“You know what?” Wonyoung starts to say which makes Jungwon’s eyes shake as she speaks, hand reaching up to wipe his own tears before the woman spoke once more.

“Just leave, you’re better off without me–” Wonyoung says before Jungwon quickly walks over to her, smashing his lips against hers, hands placed on her shoulders to push her against the couch, pressing her against the soft plush cushions as he kissed her, making Wonyoung whimper against Jungwon’s lips when he nibbles on her lips.

The older man’s hands move fast, quickly stripping off Wonyoung’s robe before he switches positions with Wonyoung, now sitting underneath the woman as she straddles him, lips still pressed against each other’s.

A tear pathetically drops on Wonyoung’s cheek, cascading from Jungwon’s face, making her hand reach up to cup his wet cheeks, wiping his tears off with her thumbs before she pulled away from the kiss, panting as she delicately wiped off Jungwon’s tears.

She lets her hands linger on Jungwon’s cheeks before she reaches down, pulling off his shirt before letting him do the same with her flimsy tank top, throwing the clothes down onto the floor as Jungwon got on his knees, making Wonyoung accommodate him by slightly spreading her legs for him.

“I love you, I love every bit and part of you, even the parts of you that you don’t like.” Jungwon says as he’s pressing kisses on the inner part of Wonyoung’s thighs, making the woman tear up as Jungwon sorrowfully kisses her skin, hands softly placed on her thighs before they reached up for the hem of Wonyoung’s shorts, pulling them off along with her panties.

Shuffling down to make it easier for Jungwon, Wonyoung placed her legs on top of his shoulders, letting the man inch closer towards her cunt before latching his mouth on her, making Wonyoung sigh in content as she watches Jungwon delightfully lick up her sweet juices, tongue fiddling around with her cunt, flicking at her swollen nub before moving down to Wonyoung’s winking hole.

Throwing her head back, Wonyoung couldn’t help but whine and reach for Jungwon’s hair, bunching them up in her dainty fingers as she pulled and tugged on them, making Jungwon groan in response as he went down on Wonyoung, licking a stripe along her folds.

Pulling away despite Wonyoung whining, Jungwon simply patted her hip before he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them on the ground with no care in the world before he instructed Wonyoung to lie down on the couch on her back before he hopped on the couch, placing Wonyoung’s legs on either side of his waist before kneeling down.

Reaching down, Wonyoung softly held on Jungwon’s length, she watched as the older grunts, eyes briefly closing as his mind focused on how warm the younger’s hand was around his length, forgetting how her skin felt against his.

“Hurry..” Wonyoung muttered, hand slowing down around Jungwon’s cock which made the man snap out of it, remembering that this no longer was a hallucination and that Wonyoung was actually here– underneath him.

Reaching for his own length, Jungwon aligned himself to Wonyoung’s hole that waited from him to sink in, hole quickly swallowing up the head as Jungwon slowly pushed himself into Wonyoung, making them both let out a sound of pleasure.

Wonyoung whimpers when Jungwon sinks deeper into her, reaching parts of her that only he could reach, ever since they separated, nobody could ever please her like Jungwon could— because the man knew all the places where it would make Wonyoung’s toes curl up and make her let out the loudest of moans if he touched her there.

Pursing her lips together as her eyes shut tightly, Wonyoung’s hands tightened up on the couch pillow she held onto as Jungwon started to move in and out, slipping in and out easily because of how wet they were both.

It doesn’t take long for Jungwon to push and pull out of Wonyoung in long and harsh thrusts, making the woman bounce back and forth as she held onto the pillow for leverage, Jungwon set an animalistic pace as he watched Wonyoung moan and writhe underneath him.

His lips part as he lets out moans of his own when Wonyoung squeezes him tightly, nearly tight enough to get him to stop moving, Jungwon nearly pulled out not until Wonyoung linked her ankles together, caging Jungwon in between her legs as she held onto his arms, bouncing back and forth when the man started to thrust once more, plowing into her without a single care in the world.

Wonyoung moaned wantonly as her nails scratched Jungwon’s forearms, nails digging into Jungwon’s skin which made the older wince as he thrusted into Wonyoung’s cunt that gripped around his cock like a vice.

Jungwon watched as Wonyoung moaned helplessly underneath him, hands moving mindlessly against Jungwon’s lower body as she kept moaning and pushing his shoulders ever so often.

“What’s wrong, Won? Tell me.” Jungwon grunted as his hands held Wonyoung’s forearms, pulling her towards him as he fucks her roughly.

Wonyoung only whimpers, eyes shutting closed as she moaned, head throwing back against the couch. Jungwon only thrusts faster, watching as Wonyoung moaned underneath him, eyes still shut closed as she refused to look Jungwon in the eye.

“What is it–” “I love you!” Wonyoung cried out, breaking out in sobs once more as she felt herself nearing her orgasm, pussy clenching hardly around Jungwon’s cock as he started to fuck her faster and harder, brows creasing in concentration as bullets of sweat dripped from the his temples as he eagerly fucked Wonyoung.

Wonyoung’s sobs are continuous as hiccups, feeling herself near her orgasm as Jungwon proceeded to plow into her cunt, tears falling sorrowfully as she sobbed, hands tightly holding Jungwon’s forearms to further pull her to him, making the man land on top of her with a light fall. This way, Jungwon could kiss away Wonyoung’s tears as she cried, kissing away her sadness as he thrusted away.

Jungwon hushes, closing in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to kiss her tears as he’s tearing up himself. The two whimper right at the same time when Wonyoung squeezes Jungwon and when he strikes right at the most sensitive spot of her cunt.

“I’m close..” Wonyoung gasped and threw her head back before Jungwon snuggled into her neck, sucking and marking up her delicate skin. While Jungwon was busy nipping at Wonyoung’s neck, Wonyoung kept moving her hips underneath him, moaning away as he thrusted.

Burying himself deeper into Wonyoung’s cunt, all it took was a few thrusts before she shook in his hold, thighs quivering as her pussy spasmed as she came, feeling Jungwon thrust harder into her before he shot ropes of cum deep inside, marking Wonyoung’s walls with his seed for the first time in years.

3 orgasms and a whole lot of positions later, the two were now in Wonyoung’s bedroom with Wonyoung on her knees as she bounced back and forth on Jungwon’s cock, hands roughly gripping her waist to pull her back and forth on him, listening as the woman cried out, pussy clenching hardly around his length.

The sheets underneath them were already wet with Wonyoung’s squirt after she made a mess when Jungwon got on his knees and ate her out vigorously.

Jungwon shuddered when Wonyoung picked up the pace as she bounced back and forth against him, ass slapping against his pelvis. He watches as his cock disappears into her heat, pussy clearly gripping tightly by the way she stretches around his cock.

“Oh baby.. No more please–” Wonyoung whimpers as she looks back to look at Jungwon who continued to pound her cunt, sounds of slick and skin slapping against each other was what she got in response.

Jungwon coos, “Just a little more, love.” he says as he’s thrusting harder into her cunt, hand slapping her cheek briefly before continuing with his fast and animalistic pace, ears listening to how Wonyoung’s moans sounded like music to him as she moaned his name.

Wonyoung’s hands lose strength, making her land with a thud on the pillows as she kept her ass elevated, making it easy for Jungwon to fuck into her cunt, feeling Jungwon’s hand press her harder against her bed as she arches her back, moans getting muffled as she moaned into her pillows.

Flipping Wonyoung around, her back lands on the bed with a soft thud before she feels Jungwon wrapping her legs around his waist, further closing into her cunt as he fucked her into ecstasy. Wonyoung’s hands desperately held onto Jungwon’s forearms, nails scratching his skin up as she moaned.

Wonyoung watched as Jungwon’s face contorted in pleasure, brows slowly furrowing as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, muffling his own grunts. his hands grip her waist tightly, pulling her close as he inched closer to his orgasm, “ah fuck, that’s it! right there!” Wonyoung gasped out when Jungwon strikes right at her spot, making Jungwon smirk before striking it consistently, making Wonyoung moan wantonly before she whines out Jungwon’s name, pussy quivering around his cock as she makes a mess all over herself, bits of squirt hitting Jungwon’s pelvis.

Jungwon’s jaw slacks as he grunts, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he plunges deep into Wonyoung, making sure he’s deep in her before he cums into her cunt.

It took everything in Jungwon not to start moving again before Wonyoung held onto his jaw, pushing him up for her to see his features.

Wonyoung looked godsent underneath him, as if she didn’t get fucked ‘til she cried. Her hair was perfectly placed on the pillows, her doll-like eyes gliding all over Jungwon’s features, plump lips looking as though they wanted to say something to Jungwon.

Jungwon closes in towards Wonyoung’s cheek to place a soft kiss before he moves them both, quickly sliding out of Wonyoung before making himself lie on his back with Wonyoung lying on her stomach above him.

“What.. What now?” Jungwon asks as he loosely wraps his arms around Wonyoung’s waist, holding the younger tightly as she catches her breath.

“I don’t know, Won. I don’t know.” Wonyoung responds, slightly looking up at Jungwon who was looking down on her, orbs of brown full of uncertainty as they held each other tightly, blissfully unaware of their fates.

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asahicore · 9 months

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hiding in plain sight - sh, js, jy, jw

pairing. enhypen x gn!reader (sunghoon, jay, jake, jungwon)

genre. fluff, s2l or f2l, headcanons/scenarios

word count. 1.7k

author’s note. after a month of hibernation i give you this instead of any of my planned wips <3 i got inspired by the tiktok trend w this song so credits to whoever started that ig? also dw i’m not a heesunriki hater i just only had ideas for 4 of the mbs lmao and thank u to @zreamy for beta reading without u i’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.. ok have fun reading lmk what u think !!

You and Sunghoon had known about each other long before you’d met, let alone got together. Well, known about each other might be a bit of an understatement - you both had huge crushes on the other in high school but, of course, had never considered that your feelings might be reciprocated. Sunghoon was the handsome figure skater whose good looks everyone gushed over, but because of his shyness, not many had the privilege of calling him a friend. You, on the other hand, were the captain of your school’s beloved soccer team. and were popular among the student body for your outgoing and friendly personality. You definitely weren’t blind to Sunghoon’s good looks, and you not only admired his grace and elegance on ice but also envied his small friend group and apparent lowkeyness. Little did you know how cool Sunghoon thought you looked leading your team on the field and how he wished he could befriend people as easily as you. Grass is always greener on the other side, as they say, and you and Sunghoon were both jealous and admiring the flowers in the other’s garden. It wasn’t until later that you met again, when you started attending the same sports university. Your roommate was a figure skater and invited you to their Welcome party - even if you and Sunghoon hadn’t known each other well, seeing a familiar face was comforting (especially for him), and so you spent the better part of the evening talking and actually getting to know each other beyond the surface-knowledge impressions you had of the other. You were amazed at how much you shared and how well you got along and you couldn’t help but think what a shame it was that you were finding out about this now, and not years earlier when high school had started. You exchanged contact information at that party, gradually got closer, and the rest is history.

Jay is usually an extremely patient man, but even he gets tired of waiting for you to recognize his feelings for you sometimes. Most of the time, he’s happy to essentially treat you like he’s your boyfriend without the actual label. Cooking you your favorite meals, picking up coffee and a pastry for you in the morning, carrying your bag for you, tucking your hair behind your ear - you name it, he’ll do it. You just think he’s a really sweet and caring friend, while he wonders when you’re going to realize he’s hopelessly in love with you. If you were anyone else, he’d have no problem straight up asking you out, but because you’ve been friends for so long, he’s afraid of making you uncomfortable or of risking your friendship. So he does what any other normal, sane person would do, and decides to become your secret admirer. If he’s too scared to confess his feelings to you, his anonymous alter ego isn’t. Over the next few weeks, he slips love notes or song lyrics that remind him of you in your bag and places snacks on your table before you get to class, all while he gets to watch your reactions and your growing fondness for this “secret” admirer. He’s filled with pride every time a wide smile blooms on your lips as you read his notes, every time he catches you listening to a song recommendation of his, and every time you gush about your admirer or wonder who he is, not knowing he’s right in front of you, looking at you with nothing but affection in his eyes. After a little under a month, he writes a time and place for you to come meet him on the note he sneaks in your bag. The way your expression as your eyes find Jay goes from giddy, to confused, to disbelieving, to giddy again is absolutely priceless, and Jay stands there through your stages of realization, watching you with a wide grin on his lips and a bouquet in his hands. It all makes sense now - his attention to you over the years, the way your secret admirer seemed to know exactly what you liked. After he confesses, you tell him you might need some time to transition from your friendship into a relationship, but let’s be honest, your feelings for him only need mere days to grow - and you now realize that they might have always been there, waiting for you to notice them.

Your first encounter with Jake may be described as ‘right person, wrong time.’ It was halfway through your first year of college - you’d just gotten dumped by your high school boyfriend who you’d been dating for three years and had had to go long-distance with, while Jake had just found out his girlfriend, whom he’d started dating in the first week of college, had been cheating on him basically the whole of their relationship. Let’s just say that when you went to a party organized by the student association of your department, neither of you were in a great place. He’d found you by the counter of the bar that had been rented out, downing a shot of tequila on your lonesome. By that time, you were already so wasted that the memories of him coming up to you, hitting you with some random one-liner and ordering a drink of his own were fuzzy. You’d kept on drinking with him as you told each other about your recent heartbreaks, so you could not at all recollect those moments - but getting into an Uber with him was somewhat clearer. It wasn’t until the next day, when you woke up with a terrible headache naked in his bed, that you realized what you’d done. Jake was still completely passed out, and you managed to dress and slip out of his room without waking him up. Thankfully, you were part of a big department in a big university, so you only very scarcely ran into each other after that. Having no classes and barely any friends in common meant that the only times you saw him after your one-night stand were from afar at the library or at a club every now and then. You’d exchange a quick hi, maybe some small talk, but nothing more than that. You did wonder about him sometimes - what it’d have been like if you hadn’t met when your mutual breakups weren’t so fresh, what might’ve happened had you not left so sneakily in the morning, how he’d react if you approached him once more and actually talked to him. Then, in your third year, not only do you share a class, but your professor also partners you up for the whole semester. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you and Jake have more in common than having gone through a bad breakup in your first year of university, and you hit it off. You really hit it off. He makes you laugh, and he takes the uni work you have to do seriously, and obviously, he’s very good-looking. A few dates later, you realize how thankful you are for meeting the right person again - and now at the right time, too.

Had luck been on your side, you and Jungwon could have fallen in love much earlier than you did. You’d met at the Arts & Crafts club of your university, of all places. Between assignments, attending class, having a decent social life, and worrying about the amount of instant ramen you’d consumed that week, activities like scrapbooking or knitting were a welcome addition to your life. It let you turn your mind off for a while and just focus on making something pretty, or at least fun, for a while. When you found out your university had a club for it, you immediately joined - you’d have access to more supplies and could befriend people with the same hobby as you. Your first time there, your eyes immediately settled on a broad-shouldered boy at the end of the table that seemed very focused on gluing bits of paper to a beat-up notebook. What caught your attention was how familiar he looked - not like you met a long time ago, but like you’d seen him around a few times. You’re not sure what it is, all you know is that you find yourself walking across the room and taking the seat right in front of him. He looks up as you sit down, and his dimpled smile immediately makes your heart skip a beat. That first day, you just make small talk, asking the other about their courses and showing each other your progress on whatever art you’re crafting. But now that you know him, it feels like you see him everywhere - in the campus café, at the library, in line at the grocery store, it’s like you can’t escape him anymore. Not that you’d want to, anyway. You’re always happy to run into him, but the best part is that he seems to feel the same way, if his wave and wide grin upon seeing you are anything to go by. On one of those days where you randomly run into each other, he grabs his courage with two hands and asks you if you’d like to get coffee with him - you accept right away, of course. It’s this rainy afternoon, as you sit in a cozy café with a warm cappuccino in your hands, that you find out why Jungwon had looked so familiar the first day. You had lived in the same town, one where it was unlikely you’d know everyone but possible to run into anyone, had attended the same middle school, and even when he’d moved away for high school, you’d kept mutual friends, which meant that you had attended the same wild parties of more than sixty people. You’d lived in the same uni dorm in your first year, so you’d probably seen each other in the laundry room or during fire alarm tests. Even crazier, your parents had had the same vacation spot for years, and when you were fifteen you’d actually been there at the same time. You searched through your gallery and found pictures taken at the same place, mere hours apart. And yet, it was only at the Arts and Crafts club that you finally met. If you didn’t believe in soulmates before, meeting Jungwon had surely convinced you of the opposite.

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writingbyshiloh · 10 months

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Cautious Yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 3 (20/7 new ending)

PART 3 (edited with new ending)!!!! (part 1 and part 2)

CW: FEM!Reader, Morally gray Reader, JW universe, Beer, gambling, food, Killa appearance, kissing, soft(er) Vincent, mutual pinning, no beta, Possibly OOC Vincent, we never see him flirt in the film unless you count the stuff w Mr. Nobody, Suggestive content, confessions of feelings

Summary: The Marquis du Gramont invites you over for a thank-you dinner. You try to stay sane.

AN: Link to the poem here!!!! TBH I like the second translation of the poem more but that's just me. (the poem has 1 physical descriptor but I just ignored that). Added more to the ending which I think sums it up better! TY to those that chimed in on how to add the ending

You wouldn’t know what to expect when he handed you the letter, let alone the fact that you almost kissed him but ended up with a burn.

Holding your hand under running water you examine the letter more. The gold wax seal bears his coat of arms but the envelope is made of thick white paper, meaning you can’t see any words through the envelope. It’s flattering that he wrote your full name.

It’s a dinner invitation. He wants (maybe not anymore) to have you over to his home as a thank-you for your help the other night. You immediately RSVP yes to the number he included as if he's going to yank the offer out from under you. Knowing him, he might.

You don’t get to spend much time obsessing over the dinner, normal work challenges and fires that you have to put out, memorizing new names and faces to the scene, shipping some markers back to New York.

It's a relief when Killa calls you to tell you he's going to be in Paris for a few days. You spent a few years working under Killa, you feel that's where you gained some of your reputation.

Killa suggested the bar. It's a nice change of pace, to be in a bar where people can kill each other. It's a big fear of yours, that someone ignores the rules and decides to kill while on your property. Here, people almost expect it. The bar is dark and smokey, but drinks are relatively cheap. Plus your reputation exceeds you, meaning no one is trying to chat you up.

You rest your chin on your hand, and elbow on the sticky table. You see Killa at the bar, getting two more beers.

You jump at the warm hand on your shoulder, your body jerking around before stopping at the soft voice behind you.

“Mademoiselle.”

“Marquis de Gramont,” you reply. You haven’t seen him since the almost kiss, and you still had a few days before going to his mansion. You had started to mentally prepare for the dinner, but this caught you off guard. “This doesn’t seem like your usual company.”

He cranes his head to observe the crowd scattered out at tables and the bar. You follow his gaze and see a few of his guards behind you. You twist back to your original sitting position and find him looking at you.

“I’m excited about the dinner. Did you want me to bring anything?”

His eye catches Killa's frame, dressed in a purple suit at the bar, getting the new round of drinks.

“You're here with Killa.” He deduces. He's more observant than you always think.

“Yeah. He’s like a mentor to me.” You say affectionately.

“He was the one to suggest you for the manager job.” You can’t help but stare at Vincent, surprise on your face. “I know you think I did, but I thought you were ill-suited.”

You can't describe your emotions. Crushed that your crush said he didn't want you for the job you're in? Glad that Killa thinks so highly of you? You decide to tease him to cover up your wounded ego.

Nudging your shoe against his you ask “Is that why you invited me over? To tell me how bad I am at my job?”

“Cleary, I don’t hold the same position. Paris would not be the same without you.”

Your brain freezes for the third time. The gentle tone tells you that he probably means it to be affectionate.

You both turn to the table as Killa sets down two steins on the table, saving you from replying. You pull your close to your seat while Killa and the Marquis shake hands. You briefly wonder how much the gold on their fingers is worth when combined.

It makes sense that they know each other, both are the High Table representatives for their country, but you never put it together.

“Sit, please. Enjoy a game with us, ja?” Killa asks, reaching into a suit pocket for cards.

You balk at his suggestion. “No poker. It took me ages to work off my debt from the last game.”

You can see Killa's four gold teeth as he grins at the Marquis.

“Please excuse me. I have business to attend to. Killa, Mademoiselle.” Vincent says. You watch him disappear into the crowd.

On the day of the dinner, you get ready early, probably a bit too early but you need to make sure there is not a hair out of place. Even if he thinks you rejected him during the cigarette you shared, you don't see him having any interest if you reject him twice.

You need to make sure that you are ready for anything. Your most preferred situation would be ending up in his bed, finally having something positive come from the crush you’ve been nursing. If things went badly, you can always try to avoid him. The city was large, plus you could always let Camille deal with him.

Even though he told you not to bring anything you still got him something. Obsessive googling of what to give as a host gift to a rich person, as well as just asking some people you chat with in your hotel gave you an idea.

You got him lilies, seven of them to be exact. Some websites advised against gifts that make the host work to put them away but someone who had a friend who worked for him assured you that he has a dozen household staff who would take care of that.

His hand is warm between your shoulder blades as he guides you into his dining room. You try not to stare at the emperor-style around you. Everything is large, gold, and expensive.

The table is set for two, with shiny silverware marking your seats. You’re on edge, trying to figure out if this is a date under the cover of a thank-you dinner, or just that. A dinner thanking you for doing your job.

He pulls out your chair for you and waits for you to sit before going over to his

“How are you?” he asks while waiting for the food to be served. The table is long, but you sit on opposite sides of the length so you can speak easily to each other.

You shrug, before remembering your manners.

“I’m fine, I'm just struggling to find,” you pause, moving your hand around as if you could grab the words from the air,” some aesthetic to sum up Paris for the hotel.”

“City of lights, city of love, art, culture, food…” The examples roll off his tongue, clearly showing off what he knows about his home.

“That's why they filmed The Bad Touch video here.” you reply without thinking.

You can tell you have his interest even if he won't say it. You pray he thinks it's funny and that you’re not an idiot.

“The video has shots of the Eiffel Tower and Champ de Mars in the background.” you elaborate as if that would make your point smarter.

The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement as he makes a small sound of amusement.

“I have a book that will help you. Remind me after our dinner. How is your hotel?” He takes a sip of his wine.

“Amazing, as usual. We have a mafia man staying for the week, he booked two rooms. One for him and his wife, the other for his mistress! On different floors, of course.”

This made him laugh, finally allowing for a comfortable conversation to start to flow.

His library is gorgeous. As with him and everything in his home, it's grand and highly decorated in hues of gold. Books are arranged neatly on shelves around the room, and a few scattered chairs and tables for reading or taking notes. It looks like it's hardly used, or just kept in very pristine condition.

His excitement was obvious in the way he held himself, his hands not inside his pockets, but instead held tightly by his arms. He scans his bookshelves on a mission, ready to find you a specific book. You take in the titles at a more leisurely pace, looking for something you may have read.

The Marquis makes a noise of excitement, long legs carrying him over to where you are still looking at fiction.

“Les Fleurs du Mal. I think you will find it helpful,” he says, placing a thick hardcover in your outstretched hand.

You run a finger of your free hand over the cover, the title and the image of a flower embossed in gold on the hardcover.

“It’s a bilingual version. You can keep it.”

Now he's giving you gifts, you think. If he does see you as a friend it must be a good one

“This is,” you pause to search for a word. A pity gift? Flirting? “Very kind” you finish.

He hums and steps closer until his chest rests against your back while he gently takes the book out of your hands, leafing through the poems until he sees the one he wants.

You feel like you're going to combust. All you can smell is his cologne and feel him. You pray he didn't notice how your breath hitched as his arm brushed yours to get the book.

Vincent holds the page open in front of you. It's lowered to your height, but he can still see over your shoulder. You can't help but stare as his nimble fingers flick through the pages.

“The introduction explains the industrialization of Paris. The rest are poems. Some were banned for immorality when first published.” His voice is quiet, not needing to be loud given how close his lips are to your ear.

You glance down, thankful to have something to focus on other than how close he is to you and how badly you want him. One page has the original French version, Ciel Brouillé and its sister page has an English translation, Cloudy Sky. It's just four stanzas. You can get through this without making a fool of yourself. It's a short poem about a gray day.

Until it's not. He reads the French version slowly as if he wants to savor the words. The English translation is making your face hot, as the poem describes a seductive but harsh woman, and what it would be like to be intimate with her.

The poem finished, he looks at your side profile, trying to judge your reaction.

“What do you think?” he asks, voice softer since he is right at your ear.

All you can think about is your crush. You twist in his hold, now standing face to face. His arms cage you in, and Les Fleurs du Mal now digs into your back. He's looking at you while waiting for your answer.

“It's a poem.” you manage.

“Yes.”

Amusement is written over his face, you could only dream of being that composed. You bring your arms to hold onto his biceps. You fucked your chance to kiss him before you’re not doing to do it again.

You make a show of eyes flicking down to his lips and back up to meet his eyes in a silent notice of what you want. You feel his arms move under your hands then feel relief at the book no longer digging into your back. One of his hands moves to your face, giving you flashbacks about the last time you two were in a similar position.

With nothing around to burn you, it's the right time to make the final move. You quickly press your lips to his, probably a bit more forceful than you intended.

He pulls back slightly, using his hand to maneuver your face for a better angle.

“Finally.” he breathes into your mouth.

You don’t know why he called you graceful over dinner all those months ago. Now you’re all excitement mixing with nerves and incredibly turned on.

Vincent is more smooth, walking backwards with his hands pulling you by your hips. He's telling you how pretty you look, and how much he likes your perfume while settling into the plush couch. He pulls you down so your legs are bracketing his. Each complement makes your face burn hot.

Resting all your weight on your knees you hesitate to fully sit in this lap. As badly as you want this, you don’t think that you could put your heart back together if this was a one-time thing.

“Vincent, I uh” you elect to use his first name not his title. “I can’t do this if it's a one-time thing.”

He brings a hand to your face, moving your chin so you’re looking into his eyes.

“Cherie, do you know how often I visited the Continental before your management?”

You frown slightly, unsure where he is going to go with this.

“Never. I can do everything the hotel offers myself.”

His hand moves to your lower back as he sits upright to take off his suit jacket. You help as he switches hands, always have one of your lower back. You gingerly lay it over the back of the couch before resting your hands on his shoulders, having fully settled onto him.

“Do you know how often I go to that fucking disgusting bar before you started going?”

“Never?” you venture.

“Once,” he admits. “But when I was younger.”

You want to pry on what he means by that but it's not the time.

“You’re smart. Why would I do all of this?”

You want to have a good answer, to not seem like you’re full of yourself. From what you heard about him, he would appreciate your directness more.

“For me?”

“Oui.”

It's a massive boost to your ego. The most powerful man in Paris, probably all of France, says that he goes to a bar he hates just to see you.

“What about you? Did you wear this for me, mon amour?” he asks, hand moving over your thigh.

Your emotions are running high. Between his confession and actions, you’re more confident than normal.

“You should see what's underneath.”

His eyes snap to your face, delighted in your boldness.

The Marquis hooks a finger in your shirt, pulling the collar away from your body. He peers down the front of your shirt before looking back at your face.

“Pretty.”

You make a mental note to reclassify how you thought he would act in a romantic context. Still a bit annoying but charming too.

#marquis de gramont x reader #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #the marquis de gramont x reader #whhoooo okay new ending #I think its better anyway it starts right after R kisses him

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ashleyfanfic · 9 months

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Jonerys prompt please

29) just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

49) I do not have an answer for you

I've gone over and over this one in my head and even written it out twice. I can only come up with angsty things. I don't like writing angst most of the time. Only with JW. So, let's see what we get.

Not betaed. We die like Eddie Munson.

Jonerys fic

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Jon watched her at the feast, laughing with the Dothraki leader. Her hand rested on his forearm and he turned away, hating the ache that sat in his chest. He did this to himself, caused his own bloody heart break, all because of a secret that was better left buried.

He felt a hand slap on his shoulder and a horn of something pressed into his hand. He looked up at Tormund who had probably had more to drink than the entire country. "What's got you looking so fucking sad, Little Crow? We stand in a feast of victory."

He shook his head. "Nothing. You know me. Not known for smilin'."

"True. You're a sour fucker. But not since that queen came around and started fucking you regularly. What's the matter? She stop?"

He heaved a sigh. "I stopped."

Tormund stared at him for a moment then stood and swiped a hand over his tangled hair. "You mean she's available?" Jon yanked on his heavy furs and the man laughed and resumed his seat beside him. "She's not available."

"You just said..."

"I know what I said."

Tormund sighed. "What's the problem. You're both young, beautiful, unmarried rulers. Isn't that the usual thing your lot does? Unite your kingdoms and all that?"

"Usually."

"I fail to see the problem."

Jon was quiet, knowing if there was one person he could tell that wouldn't bat an eye at the revelation, it was probably Tormund. "An unexpected problem has presented itself."

"She is married?"

"No."

"She tried to kill you?"

"No," he answered as he rubbed a hand over his face.

"Then tell me, Jon Snow, why you're being so fucking stupid."

Jon leaned closer to him. "I found out that she's my aunt."

Tormund looked at Dany and then back at Jon. "And?"

"And... we're related."

"Did you know that when you started fucking her?"

"No. I didn't find out until a few days ago."

Tormund nodded. "I see. For a man who died and was brought back to life, you really take the long way around to get somewhere."

Jon drank down his own drink and grimaced in Tormund's face. "What does that mean?"

"Do you love her?"

"Yes," he answered without question.

"Do you want to lay with her?"

"Yes, but--"

Tormund cut him off with a raised hand. "Can you live with the idea that she might someday marry someone that isn't you? That might not love her, but only use her for her title?"

"No."

"What about you? Your people would require you to marry a woman eventually. Produce an heir." Jon shook his head. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Jon Snow. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should put distance between the two of you. A woman like her... I don't know that there's actually been a woman like her through out all of history and time. And she loves you, you stupid fucker."

Jon looked up to find Dany staring at him, and she raised her glass to him. He raised his back and bowed his head. "It's only a matter of time before the lords start circling around her, each one wanting to use her for something. Her dragons, her arms, her title. None of them seeing her the way you do. Loving her the way you do. What you feel for her is very rare and you should relish it. So many of us are unfortunate that we never find it or we do and lose it. So she's your... family. From what I've heard from Arya, that's sort of what Targaryens do, isn't it?"

He took Tormund's drink from him and finished all of it. "You're right."

"I know. So get up and go claim your queen."

Jon stood on wobbly legs and grimaced at the taste in his mouth. He held his goblet up for a boy passing with wine, had it filled, and drank all of it in one swallow. He stumbled around his chair but righted himself and took slow steps towards her. She dismissed those standing near her and soon they were standing alone.

"How drunk is Tormund?"

He glanced back at his ginger friend who was now in a drinking game with Tyrion. "I don't have an answer for you," he replied and turned back to her. Her smile was bright, even if it didn't reach her eyes. "Dany, I want--"

"I plan to have my armies march south starting tomorrow morning," she interrupted. "It's in everyone's best interest, I feel, if my people and I are no longer in your country."

"So soon?"

"There are people who aren't happy about our presence, and to be honest, I don't like it here."

He sat on the table in front of her and cautiously took her hand. "There's still things you haven't seen."

She nodded. "I agree. Many things you promised to show me. But I'll not pressure you, Jon Snow. I've loved and lost and lived through it. I'm fairly certain I could do it again, if I must."

"What if you didn't have to?" he said softly.

She shook her head, confusion marrying her pretty face. "I don't understand you. You've avoided me for days and when you finally do acknowledge my presence you shake everything I've ever known to its very core. And now, I'm supposed to be happy that you've made up your mind?"

He stood. "Come with me."

She sighed. "Jon, I'm tired. I'm tired of games played with leaders and I'm tired of getting my expectations up only to then be disappointed."

He squeezed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. "Come with me," he prodded.

She reluctantly allowed him to lead her out of the room and through the lit corridors out to the courtyard. He pushed open the gates and they trudged through the sloshy snow together toward the heart tree. She looked up at the tree that appeared to be crying, along the white bark and up to the red leaves.

"The Night King died here," he said softly. "Bran was just here," he said, facing her, "and Arya came in from this end. She had made it past all of his guard and actually got the drop on him, from what Bran said."

She folded her hands in front of her and stared at him. He could feel her eyes on his skin as well as the eyes of countless others, always watching. "I've heard all of this, Jon. We were briefed this very morning, in fact."

He took a deep breath and lowered his head. "I never expected to survive the fight. I thought my destiny was to kill the Night King and that was the reason I was here. Once my purpose was finished, that would be it. I'd go back to wherever Melisandre pulled me from. To be very honest, Your Grace, Dany, I never allowed myself to look past that."

Dany's frown deepened. "So, am I to understand that you fully believed you'd die and yet you never thought to share this information with me, the person you claim to love who very clearly loves you?"

Jon shifted his weight to his other foot and lowered his head. "Yes. And now, I can only ask your forgiveness for my foolishness."

"What foolishness is that? That we became involved or that you're ending the involvement now that the world is no longer in peril."

"Neither," he answered quickly. "Dany, I never said I wanted to die. I only said that's what I thought would happen. It kept me from hoping beyond the battle for anything more."

She walked past him to the tree and he watched her placed her gloved hand over the bark and look up at the leaves. "Jon Snow, you're the most insufferable man," she said with a shake of her head. She then turned her frustration on him. "What is this? Why bring me out here? Are you telling me that you'd like to explore other options now that you're alive? That you want to stay in this Gods forsaken wasteland for the rest of your life with your sister, excuse me, cousin, constantly doubting every decision you make?" He shook his head and she stepped forward. "I've never taken you for a coward."

His jaw clenched and his hands tightened into fists at his side. But she continued as if he hadn't had any reaction to her words. "You came into my throne room and demanded my help. You defiantly refused to bend the knee. You dared to pet a dragon when neither of us knew what would happen." She huffed out a breath. "You took my hand and offered me your heart. You openly declared your allegiance to me when it would have been far easier to lie. You knocked on my door, Jon Snow. You rode a dragon into battle. But in front of me, faced with the possibility of a beautiful future together, you're cowering away?"

"I'm not cowering away."

"You could have fooled me. I ask you again. What do you want?"

"You," he said softly and her shoulders slumped. "I'm torn up about it, Dany. Bran and Sam telling me all they have... I still want you. I can't think about you with someone else because it makes me want to destroy the world," he said as he cupped her face in his hands. "I don't give a damn about the Iron Throne, but I'll fight until my dying breath to see you upon it."

She grasped his wrists and shook her head. "You have to live, Jon. You have to." She whispered gently against his lips. "You're the one who told me that the witch wasn't a good source for information. You were right," she guided his hand down to her belly and he looked up at her in surprise. "I had gone to the crypts to find you and tell you. But I found you so lost and sad that I didn't get the chance. And then the dead were here. But we've both lived and I believe we're both here to bring peace to this world. Both of us together. And our children after us."

He kissed her, his lips pressed against hers desperately. His arms looped around her waist and he lifted her to swing her in a circle. "You're magic, Dany."

She laughed and swatted at him. "Put me down before you make me sick." He placed her back on her feet and kissed her again. "Stay with me tonight," he whispered to her. "Let me... celebrate you."

Dany brushed her finger over the cut on his cheek. "I suppose I can allow that. I'll count it as your apology for being stupid."

He laughed and caught her around the waist. "No. Don't. Let my apology be separate."

She furrowed her brow. "Why?"

"Any reason to get on my knees for my queen."

"What if I told you that you didn't need a reason? I'd accept anytime you'd like to kneel for me."

He smiled and kissed her again. "Then I shall start in my chambers, Your Grace. Tonight. If you'll have me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest. "I'll have you, Jon Snow. Until the end of my days."

#jonerys #jon x dany #jon x daenerys #fan fic asks #fanfic asks #ashleyfanfic

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jancy-central · 6 months

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Welcome to another edition of Spotlight Saturday! Today we are spotlighting all the fabulous Jancy fics that were created for Jancy Week. They are all amazing so check them out below the cut then please leave kudos, comments, etc.

(If we are missing anything, please send us a message and we’ll get it added ASAP… this includes if you write something in the future based on JW prompts.)

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And as always, feel free to message us with any questions, whether you are a fic reader or a fic writer. Both of us write fanfic so we are open to helping however we can. Need a beta? Message us and we’ll either help you or put out a call for beta help! Hit writer’s block? Maybe we can help? Or maybe you just want to recommend a fic? SEND US AN ASK OR A DM!

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Jancy Week Fic List

chem trails over the country club -- a shot in the darkest dark -- i worry for you, you worry for me and it's fine if we know we won't change -- had me in the palm of your hand -- we come back every time -- Viscous -- come inside and be with me, alone with me, alone with me, alone with me shroomyystar

Reach Out Your Hand To Mine -- what is gender really? faithfulcat111

Cold Steel SnowButterfly

signed, sealed, delivered i'm yours -- we'll be a fine line, we'll be all right Musicalchaos07

Drive All Night maddie_grove

you belong with me -- intertwined -- bad habits -- safe & sound -- This Love gnarly_love

Just Us theprincessandtheoutcast Jancy Week 2023 -- Stranger Realities Slytherclawqueen

#jancy spotlight saturday #spotlight saturday #writer spotlight #soulmates <3 #jancy fanfic #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jancy

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Stumbled across these today. Old TML combo videos posted on a user by the name of Yun's angelfire site that I converted to a working video format. These date back to 2000 at the latest

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Comments on these videos from the orignal site below.

Note: This combo's way too long, so I'm just gonna list the moves in the combo.

Chipp:

My final Guilty Gear combo. Enjoy....

Dash forward jump Turn around(default: L1 button) Sakugan-kyaku JP JS Double jump(straight up) JPx2 JW JS Triple jump(back) JP JS Alpha JP JS Level 3 Beta DnS Gamma Dash-version Gamma JP Alpha Double jump(straight up) JK JP JK JP JK JS Alpha JS Triple jump(straight up) JK Sakugan-kyaku JP Jump(forward) JS Alpha JS Alpha Air dash Turn around JW DnP DnS Gamma Dash tackle S Banki-messai Charge(a little over level 2) Dash-version Gamma DnS W S DnS DnS Alpha Jump(forward) JK JP JK JS Alpha JS Double jump(forward) Sakugan-kyaku JP JW JS Alpha Sakugan-kyaku (Move forward, then) Charge(Level 3) DnS Gamma K W W S DnS Jump(forward) Sakugan-kyaku DnP DnS Alpha P P K K W S DnS Gamma Low air dash JW JS Level 3 Beta Charge(Level 2) Alpha DnS Ten-i Gamma Alpha (Move forward, then) DnPx2 DnS Gamma Alpha Backdash Dash tackle DnS Charge(Level 3) Chase jump Air dash(forward) JK JW Alpha JP JK JS Alpha (JK JP)x4 JS Sakugan-kyaku JP JS Level 3 Beta

Note: Make sure you move forward just a tiny little bit after the initial JW JS air chain. The dash-version Dragon Install is there pruely for the looks; you can just do a DI, then dash forward and hit Justice from behind with W S chain. One more thing: I dash forward right after I jump up in the air following the dust attack.

Sol:

Perhaps my ultmiate Sol combo. Enjoy!

Note: First of all, I pull off the dash charge immediately after the motion of S ends. The DnS into DnP / dust attack are also done by executing the attack at the right timing (no charge canceling involved). I do use charge cancel to connect dash version Ride the Lightning from S; the command is S 41236+R1 46+S (facing right). And for the air chain after the dust attack, do not perform the chase jump; make sure you jump forward, do JS, jump forward agin, do another JS, then finish with Vapor Thrust.

Ky:

This would be my ultimate Ky combo. Took a while to put everything together....

#03 #guilty gear #video #Youtube

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clawen-forsurvival · 2 years

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Owen, Claire and Maisie having a campfire s’mores at their cabin

okay i’m back! i’m on my way to the airport but I whipped this up so enjoy!!

contains spoilers for jw: dominion

Things at the cabin are normal.

Too normal.

They reunite Blue and Beta, but once the raptors are gone there’s a stunned silence that permeates the air.

Maisie is curled into Owen’s side, Claire mirroring her actions as the forest around them stands still. The three of them take the moment in stride and let themselves breathe freely for a moment.

Then Claire begins to laugh.

Then Maisie joins in.

And Owen lets out the loudest laugh of them all, an unspoken agreement between them that this situation they keep finding themselves in is absolutely ridiculous.

“Do you think that my mom could’ve saved herself?”

The question startles Owen into dropping his marshmallow onto the ground and makes Claire look up from where she was meticulously assembling her s’more. When it’s clear neither of them are going to speak, Maisie begins again.

“Wu said that my mom changed my DNA, so couldn’t she have changed her own? Couldn’t she have saved herself and me?”

Owen lets out a deep sigh and turns to Claire.

How in the hell had they ended up parenting a teenager?

“Well Mace, I’m not a geneticist so I can’t answer that question. But I do consider myself an expert on all things Maisie and I can tell you with a lot of certainty that if I was in your mom's shoes I would want to save you too, even if it meant risking my own life.”

Owen watches Claire with fascination, as if wondering how she knows exactly what to say and when. She looks to him momentarily before turning back to Maisie and grabbing his hand.

“Your mom found a miracle when she created you, Maisie, and she knew that. She did everything she could to protect you and everything you stood for. And it might not seem like it now but I don’t think you realize how valuable you are to the world. You’ve already saved millions of people by helping Wu with the locust infestation.

“I’m not telling you to dedicate your life to benefiting others but you are a gift to the world Maisie Lockwood, altered DNA or not. I know that, I’ve seen that. And I truly believe that, so I get why your mom was willing to put everything on the line to make sure you survived.”

Claire barely gets the last few words of her speech out before Maisie is in her arms, squeezing her tightly as Claire sucked in a deep breath. She didn’t fight the tears that flowed from her eyes as she held her daughter to her chest.

“I wish my mom was here… But if I had to have anyone else, you’re the best mom I could’ve picked.”

“Oh.”

Her tears fall freely now, Claire’s cheeks red and wet as Maisie continues to hug her. She meets Owen's eyes over her head and smiles.

They’ve got a good kid.

#clawen #jurassic world #owen grady #owen x claire #claire x owen #claire dearing #fanfic #clawen fanfic #prompts

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brycedearings · 2 years

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I’m obsessed with the new Jurassic movie! I’ve been sobbing over Beta and Blue (I am slightly disappointed that we did not get more Blue screentime) and the OG cast and the Jurassic world cast we did not get enough of them together. Clawen and Maisie have me in a vice grip. Anyway what are your thoughts?

I loved it so much! [sp*lers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen it] this turned out really long lol

I was actually really surprised there were negative comments about the movie- but then again I thought the same thing happened with Fallen Kingdom. I genuinely loved it and would rank it above FK although it's very close. I'm just such a sucker for the Jurassic movies that there's not one I don't like.

I went into it with 0 expectations or spoilers so my only wishes for the movie were 1. Claire doesn't die (I doubted she or any major character would bc Jurassic has never done that before but I was paranoid lol) 2. Claire and Owen would still be together and not another breakup/complicated thing. I worried for a second when Franklin mentioned them being 'weird' but someone pointed out to me how it made sense bc with Claire and Owen being in hiding all those years protecting Maisie, they wouldn't have seen him and Zia a lot or at all so they're not seeing the daily dose of affectionate/in a healthy stable relationship clawen.

Which points me to something else- I read some people saying they didn't like how Claire wasn't really working or seeing her career driven but imo that wouldn't have made sense in this movie. In the first JW she was working at the park, then she was handling the DPG. Now she's got to take care of Maisie so it wouldn't have made sense for her to be risking her and doing something concrete. She was helping the dinosaurs so she still very much had a purpose outside of Maisie and I didn't see any problem with it. The film also ended before we could see what she would do next but 1. There's only so much they could fit into this already jam packed movie and 2. I liked that a lot was left for interpretation.

Claire had SUCH a beautiful progression in these 3 movies. Her arc was the most prominent and it made me tear up. I also love that clawen were finally in a healthy relationship without any unnecessary drama. They communicated, they were partners. All those beautiful moments!! I hoped we would get another kiss like in the other movies but I wasn't expecting one- and then we got that long kiss moment, all those hugs! The worrying, the reunions. Sigh. That perfect plane scene with his "i love you".

I loved their reunion with Maisie as well, that hug + that other hug later with Claire and Maisie warmed my heart. If I had to get picky with anything in this movie was that I wish it had been longer lol had a Dominion part 2 but that's not that easy and they already had issues with COVID back then so I was impressed with all we got.

I wished Maisie called them "mom" and "dad" but I can also understand why they didn't. It could have been perceived as corny or too easy. Her calling them her parents was a lot already- which I loved. Even an apology scene with her and Claire would have been nice but it's not something that overly bothered me. And yeah it would have been nice to get more Blue, but again there was already so much happening in the movie.

I loved seeing Owen saving Claire for once in this movie. It didn't make her look weak, it was just realistic I mean they're surrounded by dinosaurs. They're all saving each other at some point and it was nice to have that. And I mean Claire was still really badass in this movie. That opening sequence and the jungle scene? oof.

I almost cried when the OG 3 met clawen and Maisie. The callbacks to JP were great without being cheesy. The script was smart without being corny. I'm just still on a high from it and can't wait to see it again. Normally with movies you don't really get great character writing and progression for a female character (claire) and an amazing love story without over the top drama. The most we saw was in FK post breakup but even then we got a lot of great moments between them. I just wasn't expecting all the clawen we got. At all. I was on cloud 9 repeatedly.

#ask #clawen #jurassic world #dominion #text

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jw, is the real solution to just tag someone each time you reply? like instead of leaving their url up at the top of the reply we should just @ them? but for beta users we can’t do that, so.......... wtf

#ooc. txt #i am gonna take a hiatus until this is all over

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Jurassic World: Dominion - Movie Review

JWD was my most anticipated movie of the year. As a dinosaur nut, there was no movie that excited me more than Dominion. On top of that, news of the OG cast returning for this film along with Pratt and Howard, with Trevorrow returning after doing an excellent job in Jurassic World imo, made me even more excited. However, once the reviews started coming in, I tempered my expectations because the reviews weren't just ordinary, like with Fallen Kingdom, they were pretty abysmal across the board. So I went in with with low expectations, hoping to be surprised. Having seen the movie on Sunday, I will say that while it has definitely major issues, its not the dumpster fire that the critics have labeled it. There is definitely some enjoyment to be had. Its definitely nowhere near JP, and below JW and TLW. Its pretty much on par with JPIII and JW: FK.

The film has a pretty great setup. In fact, I would argue that the opening first hour or so is pretty strong. The new world that is set up in this movie is fascinating. We have visuals of the Mosasaurus attacking fishing boats, Brachiosaurus in snowy environments, and montages of Dinosaurs in different environments and situations. We see Claire along with Zia and Franklin, trying to prevent Dinosaur trafficking, we see Owen trying to herd Dinosaurs to safety, we see that Maisie is someone for whom people are looking for and Owen and Claire are essentially acting like overprotective parents. Meanwhile, Ellie is investigating BioSyn and the locust spread, we see Alan is still doing what he loves, but we get new context that there is no more funding for digging for fossils and they are forced to open to tourists for money, because presumably there is no interests in digging for Dinosaur fossils when there are Dinosaurs running around in real life. The film moves at top speed for the first hour, juggling two simultaneous storylines, one with Alan and Ellie meeting up with Ian and trying to find evidence of BioSyn, and one with Owen and Claire trying to track down Maisie's location by following the trail of the kidnappers. It does feel a bit too hectic at times but the first hour culminates with a terrific action sequence set in Malta. The chase sequences with Dinosaurs are all pretty awesome and we get a glimpse of the underground trade of Dinosaurs and how the CIA is attempting to track and dismantle the trade. We see Omar Sy's Barry, now working for the CIA, as is Franklin.

The second hour of the film is where the film started to get into trouble. We see all the characters basically converge at the BioSyn facility. At this point, it really feels like Trevorrow is throwing everything but the kitchen sink at the screen and hoping it sticks. Some of it does, some of it doesn't. The entire plot around the Locusts, the re-entry of Henry Wu, and how it ties to the Charlotte and Maisie Lockwood, and Bu's baby Raptor Beta, is explained in a very haphazard manner which is difficult to understand. Its difficult to buy this sudden change in character of Wu when he is clearly set up as the villain in the previous 2 JW movies. What is also fairly perplexing is that the film's driving plot is nothing about Dinosaurs. Its about prehistoric Locusts, manufactured by BioSyn and Wu. The only real plot related connection to Dinosaurs is the involvement of Beta and its a very loose connection. Otherwise, the Dinosaurs are essentially the background of the movie. Constantly weaving in and out of the movie.

That is not to say that Dinosaurs aren't present in the film. In the second hour, we basically get plenty of Dinosaur sequences starting from the Malta chase sequence. That is followed by Quetzalcoatlus attack on a plane, followed a suspenseful sequence with Claire and Therizinosaurus, then Owen and new character Kayla facing off with a Pyroraptur, followed by Dilophosaurus sequence. In the midst of this, Alan and Ellie unite with Maisie and have their own share of Dinosaur sequences, until both sets of characters unite and then they have to deal with Giganotosaurus. The Dinosaur sequences are all great and you can tell that more effort has been taken to have more animatronics be used, especially in close shots. It does get a bit overwhelming because there are so many Dino sequences packed together one after another without much time in between. There is also no sense of danger to our main characters, which is a shame. I wish the film had been more bold to give any of our leads a brave death.

The film also takes some oddly convenient plot twists, like the attempt at killing the Locusts just going completely wrong and burning the BioSyn facility. It all leads to a showdown between the T-Rex and Giaganotosaurus, with an assist from the Therizinosaurus. This sequence is oddly short and not nearly as cool as the T-Rex and Raptor vs I-rex sequence in JW which was also made by Trevorrow. This sequence could have been more epic, even though its always fun to see Rexy throw down with another Dinosaur. I did enjoy seeing the old and new cast of characters interact with each other. Certainly Ellie and Claire together and Owen and Alan together was a hoot and I wish we had more of it.

The cast is fairly assured. I think its air to say that the two leading ladies are the highlights. Its great to see Laura Dern back as Ellie and she really drives her part of the movie. She's still great and has not missed a beat. Bryce Dallas Howard is excellent as Claire and she is the character who has had a very distinct transformation from JW to Dominion. Seeing Sam Neil back with his Fedora is wonderful. The film doesn't really justify why the character is involved in the story but seeing him with Ellie is amazing and I grinned at their romantic reunion after being heartbroken with how they ended up in JPIII. His exasperation and jealousy at Ian is pretty fun. Goldblum does what Goldblum does. He's not in the movie as much as I would have wanted but its always great to see him, particularly with Alan and Ellie. His frustration at seeing Wu again and his amusement at Owen carrying Beta and making a promise to Blu is funny. Chris Pratt is a bit more subdued this time around and not given character moments to allow some of his trademark humor. He is involved in a lot of the action and the connect between him and Blu is still sweet and makes for a nice ending scene. DeWanda Wise as Kayla is a nice addition. Mamoudou Athie is solid as Ramsay but I'm not sure why that character was needed. Isabella Sermon as Maisie is solid and gets a fairly central role. BD Wong as Wu is fine although his character change doesn't make much sense. Its nice to see Omar Sy, Justice Smith, and Daniella Pineda back, albeit briefly. Cambell Scott though is a bit off as Dodgson. Its supposed to be the same Dodson that we saw in JP but he doesn't really seem the same. Although I guess 27 years can change a lot in a person. But the performance just seems odd, as if he was not given direction in certain scenes. I'm not sure Trevorrow really had an idea on what type of villain he wanted him to be.

All in all, I do want to watch the film again. Having seen it once, with expectations now lifted, I want to see if I just enjoy the movie for what it is, or do the flaws weigh it down. I definitely don't think its as awful as the critics have made it out to be. And granted, I am a lot softer on the Jurassic movies than a lot of people. I do feel a bit disappointed because Trevorrow did an excellent job in JW and I feel he missed what was an easy and appealing concept, set up by Fallen Kingdom. The cast and the Dinosaurs keep the film fun for me, but it definitely could have been better. I have this currently at a 6.5/10, like Fallen Kingdom and JPIII. That could go higher or lower, based on rewatch.

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Hewwooo i just watched dominion todayyy

Spoilers below btw

THE MOVIE'S A MESS, SERIOUSLY.

Plotwise? Absolutely. Characterwise? Sorta. And i'm still mad that the prologue didn't make it to the movie LIKE WHAT THE FUCK-

Before watching it i already had a feeling it'd be a mess and yep. I didn't care about lewis dodgson (dogson??) he's super boring to be a villain, the same with uhhh eli mills (is that was his name in fk?) and that guy who wanted dinos to be a weapon in jw

I like hybrid dinos to be the threat much more like the previous jw movies because it felt more.....natural (p ironic cause hybrids aren't natural lol)?? I just like how i can feel the tension as the characters running away from em, it's the whole survival aspect yk?

But that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable tho! I love seeing dinos and dominion absolutely delivers!!! I wanna see the old trio back and yepp i love them having that shenanigans in the adventure, then owen and barry's friendship aaaaaaa, then blue and beta (wishing there's more of blue tho), and imo kayla is one of the best feature dominion ever had, i wasn't that interested (skeptical even) when i saw her in the promo/posters cause i had a feeling she'll ended up like zia (who in my opinion is pretty boring and bland) but nope! The way she loved flying and her plane and just trying to mind her own business? Yeah i love that lol. And maybe because i'm tired with the whole "dinos are worth saving kind of motivation" from the charas so that i found her character more interesting

Then the camp cretaceous tie ins eh? My heart fucking dropped when i knew that the dinos in biosyn are already getting chipped LIKE WHAT THE FUCK 😭 i swear the whole firecracker getting chipped by kash is already disturbing enough and now those dinos got thst treatment again i- 👁👄👁

AND EUGH THOSE CRICKETS (uh grasshopper?) WHAT THE FUCK. I gotta admit i don't really like em being a main threat tho, it doesn't feel jurassic to me tbh. But wow i love them too cause they're horrifying >:)

Oh and and and that a scene when someone called alan as dr grant will never not made my brain stopped working for a sec i thought it was steven grant from moon knight lmaoooo 😭 (i've been way too far and desperate for more mk stuff asjkshkss)

AND FINALLY BIG DINO BATTLE WOOOOOOOOO

I was dissapointed that there's no blue in there tho but goddamn the therizino and rexy team up against that bitch giga is so good 😩🤌

But again i'm sorry BUT the battle itself is the least enjoyable final battle i've ever seen compare to the previous jw movies. It's because the set up tho, the final battle in jw always had a special place in my heart cause i rex itself is already being the biggest threat there is and i am rooting for the heroes to save the day. But in this one? Is giga really a threat? I don't feel like it is, for the humans yeah but the other dinos? That's just the nature....there's no feeling to see giga as this unnatural being cause it's not a hybrid. I think it'd be more interesting if giga attacked rexy and therizino cause the chip, okay you know what they should've made that chip to be the main focus like in cc s5 😔

But in the end i still love it eheheheeee

Warning : dimetrodon slander lol

Lastly when those dimetrodons appeared uGhH, why them tho 😭 I HATE THIS MF WITH MY WHOLE FRIGGIN HEART. They're just ugly and annoying and i don't like em 😔

Okayy that's all i got baiii

#jurassic world dominion #also #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous

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writingbyshiloh · 11 months

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I Love as Madly as I Hate

CW: JW universe (blood, reader kills and gets stabbed), ANGST!, Reader wears a dress, verbal fighting, dead marrage, Vincent being a dick and no beta (and Grammarly gave up halfway through), One sentence in French which means “leave us alone”, implied smut

AN: I hope this is angst, I don't really read angst myself. I overthought the tense this is in so much that words don't make sense anymore. FUN FACT! The title is from Les Fleurs du Mal which I want to have made an appearance in the other Marquis fic but I thought the title was fitting.

The bounty amount is in the sweet spot. High enough that it’s worth the effort, but not too high that half the world would also be trying to bag them with you. The only problem was with who set the bounty. That would be your ex, of six months. Well technically he's still considered your husband, and you were still legally married.

That was your fault, bringing up the idea of a divorce, and waiting for him to sign. Wanting to get one last dig in while still married, you act surprised, reminding him he can’t get a second marriage, second changes are for men who failed the first time, remember? He took the papers from your hand, never for you to see again. Sometimes you think he burned them.

The hit was for a mob member - Lukas Matthews, young and new to the underworld, not sure how things worked. He stole from one of his bosses, an acquaintance of Vincent. The younger mob man was distracted by all things flashy, expensive, and pretty.

You didn’t have any trouble donning a sparkly dress, paying admittance to some dive club to stalk the man. As long as you push down the feeling that you were really just doing this to get a glimpse of Vincent, it was okay. Great even. Maybe if you were a normal person you could just call him.

You watch the target for a while, sipping on soda from the bar so you could blend in. The man was still with his friends, and you figured it would be easier to take him when he was alone, probably outside, away from the other members of his group or innocent partygoers.

—.

Lukas ultimately lost, but he fought nasty. Maybe you were still rusty. The rest of your night now consisted of trying to patch up yourself or trying to find a black market doctor to fix you, depending on how bad your shoulder gets.

You were littered with scrapes, small cuts and sore muscles, but your shoulder got the worst of the battle. Lukas managed to cut quite deep with a broken beer bottle. Once it heals it will be a reminder of all the things you do to try and convince yourself that you’re over your husband.

Pain flared every time you moved your shoulder, the wound being an inch or two below your collarbone left you trying to keep half your body still. You settle on taking Lukas’s hand, with the mob tattoo. You and Vincent know members of that mob would rather die than cut off their symbol.

With the body shoved against a trash can, you place a few garbage bags to cover the mess. The hardest part of the evening was still to come. With your good hand, you fish out your phone from your bag.

—

You assume he is attending some ballet dance or performance. You felt a bitter twist of jealousy. Was he there with someone? Has he moved on that fast? You think mind racing. When you texted the Accountants that you completed the bounty, you received a call from Chidi.

“I hear you collected the bounty. Do you have proof of death?” he questioned.

“I do. I have the hand with the tattoos, but the body’s here I can get something else” you rambled down the line, suddenly much more nervous than before.

“Please hold.”

The line was quiet, you watched people come and go from the club, secluded from the side street you were in. Backtracking into the club, hand in your bag you returned your coat check ticket. At least the jacket will cover up the bleeding, you can get the bounty and go home.

“Hello?” Chidis's voice returned.

“Yeah, I'm here.”

“Tell me your address, the Marquis de Gramont will be sending a car.”

—

The Marquis de Gramont looked amazing. He tried to always look his best in his suits, complete with an incredibly complicated knot, chains, and his signature pin. You still have your pin, hidden in a shoe box in your closet. Tonight was no exception to his looks.

His suit was reflecting the lights in his mansion. You knew from the glitter, this was a suit he would were at a cultural outing. Bitter jealousy bites at your insides. Was he there with someone? Did he move on that fast? Is it a mistress? You think. The jealousy dies when you still see his wedding ring on his left hand. Your wedding ring feels heavier on your right.

You both look at each other, his gaze lingering on your exposed legs, no doubt covered in blood. You felt exposed standing in the center of the large room.

Vincent was the one to break the silence first “Did I buy you that dress?”

“No. I’ve had it for a while”

He nods, stepping closer.

“Proof?”

You frown thinking he was asking about the dress, before remembering the severed hand.

“It's here. Tattoos and all.” you struggle to get the appendage out of your bag without moving your bad shoulder. At least you had the sense to wrap the hand in a plastic bag.

“Come to my office. We can talk in there”

You do not want to “talk in his office”. The last time, you went to “talk in his office” about a bounty it ended up with you naked on his desk, the cold chain from his suit vest and his ring pressed against you.

“I should go. You can just wire me the money or something” You reject.

You can tell you surprised him before his face shifts back to a more neutral expression.

“I have a nasty scratch so…” you trail off, hoping he leaves the issue.

His gaze almost softens. The separation was less than a year ago, you guess that he still cares for you. He still keeps tabs on you, your neighbour works for him you’re almost certain of it.

“Where?”

You gesture with your chin to your shoulder.

The pressure from his stare makes you break down and shrug off your jacket, the inside sticky with blood.

Already he is in front of you, pressing a cloth against your wound.

“You need to see the doctor, mon amour.”

You hate yourself for leaning into his touch, but at least he has good contacts for an underground doctor. It won’t be that hard to get in and out right?

—

The doctor arrived fast, not wanting to piss off the Marquis. You knew him from your early days of dating, long before your marriage, when Vincent insisted you quit. You wonder if the doctor remembers you. If he does, he doesn’t show it.

You just didn’t think Vincent was going to join you. He watches the doctor tend to your shoulder first, sewing neat rows of stitches to hold your flesh in place. You stare at your jacket on a spare chair, no doubt forever stained in blood. The good doctor already gave a warning about closing your eyes, so you keep your gaze on the jacket, your nails on your good hand leaving imprints on the chair arm from the tension between you and Vincent.

The doctor moves on to more minor wounds, mostly cleaning them, and patching them up if needed. Ignoring your soft hiss when the cleaner he is using hurts more than you expected.

Vincent is watching the doctor, scowling when you flinch in pain.

The instant the doctor pushed the tray with his tools and bloody tissues away, Vincent speaks for the first time since the three of you sat down.

“Laissez-nous seuls”

The doctor protests, wanting to give you instructions on caring for his work, making sure you don’t rip anything open.

Vincent glares at the doctor, who places down some gause for you to take home and leaves without another word, closing the door behind him.

The Marquis drops to his knees for a better look at your injury. One hand cups the back of your shoulder blade to keep you still, as he inspects you. You’re sure you smell disgusting, the smell of the bar soaked into your dress and your hair. The doctor cleaned up most of the blood, but Vincent never really cared about literally getting his hands bloody if the time was right. He would just wipe them on a cloth and toss it aside for one of his housekeepers to pick up.

You turn your whole face away, as much as your shoulder will let you, sure he can feel how hot your face is across the distance. The feel of his eyes is heavy, and almost magnetic, pulling you to look at him. His other hand is on the armrest of your chair.

“Don’t,” you said softly, trying to preserve any of the dignity that you had left.

“Don’t what, mon amour” he whispered, still looking at your shoulder.

“This.” You were mostly saying this to yourself, knowing that you only had seconds to get out of his personal space before you give in. You’re tired and hurt and he's right there, acting how he did when you first fell in love with him.

You tilt your head back almost automatically to give him more access to your throat. He moved slowly, pressing kisses against your jaw like it would be the last time, before working his way to your mouth and kissing you properly.

—

It’s like a bomb waiting to go off, not only having sex with him but also having to navigate yourself out of his bed without one of you making a gripe at the other.

Well, not technically his bed. This was yours, in a guest room you made your own while being married, now empty. You moved your stuff out during the separation. Sometimes you regret not taking the bedclothes with you, but now you’re thankful you can feel them, cool and soft against your skin.

You had no choice but to stay lying on your back, trying to keep your injury still. He was next to you in the same fashion.

“You are still wearing your ring.” He speaks quietly. As if to prove his point, he toys with your wedding band.

“I helped design it, of course, I’m going to show it off,” you reply not being able to look him in the eye.

He kissed the back of your hand.

“I believe I designed it, you just suggested the stones.”

Hand flexed to fully show off the stones, you had to agree.

The stones were suggested by you, on a date to le Musée de Minéralogie. It was just the two of you, and you had been taken with the rubies. Vincent walked alongside you, filling you in on information you might not have known. It was an off-handed comment from you, how red is a colour for both blood and love, very fitting in your line of work.

“You have good taste,” he says while you think had instead.

His hand skimmed your bare side, nimble fingers finding a small bump that was not there before your flight with Lukas.

You flinched at the dull pain, not surprised if he “accidentally” poked it.

“You should let me take care of you, mon amour.”

That was it. The same words that started and ended your marriage. Being taken care of by Vincent made you feel like a doll, sitting on a shelf, never allowed to do anything.

“Vincent,” You spoke with caution, the pain slowly seeping back into your body.

He held your chin gently, commanding your gaze to look at him. You softened looking at him.

“It is true. Do you think I like seeing you like this?” he asks.

“I don’t know what you like” you retort, steeling yourself for the argument to come.

“I like you.”

“Oh, you do? Is that why you made me quit bounty work?” you snap.

“I asked you to stop because you're not very good at it and I did not want a dead fiancé.”

Ouch.

“If you were a better fighter, you would take higher bounties.”

You don’t look at him as you leave the bed. You know he's sneering at you.

But you’re not going to shrink away even though you’re naked. You know you have to get dressed in front of him but you can put on a brave face.

“Thanks for this lovely reminder of why our marriage failed.” You spit out. You know the failed comment will piss him off.

You leave without a second look, cheap shoes squeaking against the floor.

—

You felt the lock slide open under the key, your apartment slightly cold and quiet. You still smelled like his cologne, only now the smell reminds you of the recent bitter memories. You discard your bag as you make your way to your bed in your apartment. Away from Vincent.

As you take off your dress for the second time you feel your phone buzz.

[Unknown number: Wire Transfer Sent. Deposit for Lukas is confirmed.]

Seeing him mixed with the rush of adrenaline after the fighting was too much, especially with the separation so fresh. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should go after higher bounties, especially not those set by him.

Taglist: @heartrot666, @soraya-daydreams

#I will add nice dividers later but for now #I can finally grocery shop #marquis de gramont x reader #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #john wick movie x reader

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