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Wingman Wednesday: Underrated Billy Ships ❤️
Billy x Heather (haroway)
Some people love to ship Billy with his co-worker and friend Heather Holloway. Who doesn't love a little workplace romance? This lifeguard romance has 30 fics on AO3.
Billy x Chrissy (calicheer)
This ship between the Camaro driving tough guy and the sweet, cheerleading queen of Hawkins High is adored by many, but there are only 23 works on AO3 (personally, I think it deserves more love!)
Billy x Jason (cargrove)
These two may be jocks and played for the same team, but chances are they wouldn't be the best of friends off the court. Or would they...? Perhaps enemies to lovers? Or enemies to enemies with benefits? This ship has only 14 works on AO3.
Billy x Argyle (argilly)
Two California dudes, the stoner and the surfer. Sounds like a good time, doesn't it? Sadly, this pairing has only 13 works on AO3. *knock knock* where you at, Argilly shippers?!
which underrated ship do you like the most and why?
#stranger themes#wingman wednesday#stranger things#billy x heather#calicheer#billy x chrissy#argilly#billy hargrove#billy x jason#cargrove#character of the month#chrissy cunningham#heather holloway#jason carver#argyle
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Must commend Tails
No, not for his genius or adorableness or cunning or skills or battle prowess, no
Must commend Tails for being Sonic's brother.
He deals with Sonic whenever the latter runs off to hide from feelings, he looks after the hero and does research when the hedgehog becomes a magnet for all kinds of unknown wacky energy and powers, he provides background support when Sonic needs it or when he runs off without finishing things up, he mediates petty or silly quarrels his big brother likes to start by riling up one of his friends, he takes care of Sonic when he needs rest or is sick and is being stubborn, he worries where Sonic is carefree, he learned to read the other like an open book because his big brother loves hiding his own pain and suffering, he used to edit translations when Sonic couldn't talk and would become a little too excited, he covers for his brother when the other is too tired or annoyed or overwhelmed or busy or whatever, he builds trackers and vital tracers and automatic SOS beacon into Sonic's communicator and most other gadgets to keep him safe, he strategizes the path ahead to catch Sonic if the other falls, sometimes it's like he's the parent here.
Must commend the little guy for being the hero of the world's hero
#a constant support. a partner in crime. a pillar. the wingman. the hidden sword and shield. a brother#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sth#tails the fox#miles prower#tails#sonic and tails#unbreakable bond#wstw#wsatw#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday
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Batman Incorporated #8 - "Joker Incorporated" (2023)
written by Ed Brisson
art by John Timms & Rex Lokus
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Enid: Tyler, that outfit looks great!
Tyler: Oh…thanks?
Enid: You know where it would look better?
Tyler: Um –
Enid: On Wednesday’s floor!
Wednesday:
Tyler:
Wednesday: Are you hitting on Tyler for me?
#Enid: well someone's got to get this ball rolling!#wednesday#wednesday neflix#enid sinclair#tyler galpin#wednesday addams#tyler x wednesday#wyler#weyler#funny#my post#incorrect quotes#this seems like something she would 100% do#Enid is the best wingman#Tyler is dying and Wednesday is just exasperated#I think Enid and Tyler would be bros#the best friend and the boyfriend#like season 3 or something#after Wednesday and Tyler's enemies to lovers arc in season 2
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tag @dystopicjumpsuit
Not sure if the is acceptable for a WIP Wednesday, but I tend to start my scenes with the dialogue, then I go back and add the descriptions, action, etc. So, here is the dialogue for a scene from my Rex x OC WIP... Simply because I love Fives in this and I want him to be seen.
For context: OC and Fives are besties in this Fic.
[Embrey yanks Fives into a storage closet for this convo]
“Fives, you are my best friend and I love you dearly but– why in the galaxy did Rex just ask me about kissing you?”
“Oooh! So he asked you about it?”
“FIVES!”
“EMBREY!” “Look, all I’m saying is, he has never ONCE asked me about a girl I’ve kissed and I’ve never heard him ask about anyone else either… So why would he be asking you? Hmm?”
“Because, Di’kut- we’re both soldiers on the same squad! He’s probably concerned he’ll have to transfer one of us!”
“Pft- or- OR he was asking you because he knows I say all kinds of things to mess with him, but wanted to make sure that I hadn’t kissed his girl!”
“I’m not his girl Fives- come on it’s not like he’s interested-”
“He is.”
“-in me like that. We’re just friends, okay?”
“Right.” “But if he was interested, you would also be interested. Right?”
“I’m not doing this right now, Fives!”
“Nu-uh! We’re doing this! I know you, Ems!”
“Don’t call me that. You can’t call me that when I’m angry with you.”
“You can’t stay angry at me.” “Come on, Ems! You and I both know that you’ve got a soft spot for him.” “Just let me help you. I can be your Wingman!”
“I CAN’T Fives- He’s my CO!”
“You’re a soldier. He’s a Soldier. Our lives are short enough as it is without ignoring any small chances of happiness that come our way.” “Look, Ems. I just- I think you could make him really happy.”
#is this acceptable for a WIP Wednesday?#Fanfic WIP#Rex x OC#Fives plays Wingman#It's chaotic#But also adorable#Lets hope my inspiration sticks around#Because I love them and I want to keep writing them#wip wednesday
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been working on that wenclair spiderman au kind of and hek writing dialogue between enid and yoko is actually really fun dkjgfln
#wenclair#wednesday#yoko will tease enid for her crush but will also go out of her way to be a wingman#we love versatility jkfdh#gonna try and get the first chap done today if my uni work allows it 😭#catboi rambles
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no bc i NEED to know what enid and thing’s first meeting is gonna be like
#i’m writing a mini fic where thing somehow kinda became like her wingman sorta??#so i NEED them to be friends now. i need them to be besties so badly omg#enid sinclair#thing#wednesday#mine
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It’s Lurch’s jawline 4 me tbh
me, setting you up on a blind date: so the guy had a sharp jawline, definitely the tallest person in the room, quiet sensitive enjoys cleaning. a little pale, but hey. could be a vitamin deficiency. nice smile. great job stability. he also might be………dead?
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How do I think wenclair will happen?? THIS IS HOW
Enid: *goes to Thing for advice* "I like Wednesday but I don't know how to tell her or if she even likes me back"
Thing: *signs "just be straightforward and tell her"*
Enid: "I don't know, Thing. What if she rejects me? Then it will be all awkward"
Thing: *signs "just go for it. Trust me"*
Enid: "OK I will do it after class!" *all giddy with excitement
Thing: *knows Wednesday is super gay for Enid & excited to see what happens*
#thing#would be the wingman#FOR SURE#also#enid would ask#enid#would 100% be the one#to ask out Wednesday#and Wednesday would just#deadpan agree
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and then she said "i dont miss her" you know,, like a liar
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Wingman Wednesday: Popular Billy Hargrove Ships ❤️
Harringrove 🍦🛟
(Steve Harrington / Billy Hargrove)
"Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?"
"Yeah, it's me, don't cream your pants."
If you enjoy enemies to lovers (with their own thirst quenching shower scene) you're not alone! So do the others who have drawn thousands of fan art, and written 10,436 original stories to date on Ao3!
Mungrove 🦇🛟
(Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove)
These two metalheads never met in canon, but the fan artists of hundreds of works, and authors of 704 unique stories on Ao3, believe Eddie and Billy most certainly would have gotten along! (Joseph Quinn, who portrays Eddie, thinks so too!)
Metalsandwich/Harringroveson/Steddilly 🛟🍦🦇
(Billy Hargrove/Steve Harringron/Eddie Munson)
Harringrove? Mungrove? Steddie? Can't decide? How about we take all 3 characters and sandwich them in a polyamorous relationship! This OT3 is adored by many, with hundreds of unique and fun art pieces dedicated to the throuple, and 385 unique stories on Ao3!
What are some other Billy ships you enjoy? Are you a calicheer (Chrissy/Billy) fan or even a metalcheer (Billy/Eddie/Chrissy) fan?
#stranger themes#stranger things#billy hargrove#wingman wednesday#harringrove#metalsandwich#mungrove#steddie#calicheer#metalcheer#harringroveson#steddilly#steve harrington#eddie munson
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WWW Wednesday — 7 February 2024
Hello bookworms!! Welcome to this week’s WWW Wednesday — 7 February 2024!!
WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam @ Taking on a World of Words, where you answer the three following questions:
What did you recently finish?
What are you currently reading?
And, what do you think you’ll read next?
Let’s see what I have been reading… (All images will link to Goodreads if you click on them.…
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#Abby Jimenez#Book#Currently reading#Elle Kennedy#House of Flame and Shadow#Improbable Meet-Cute#Kathryn Purdie#Meet-cute#Reading#Reading next#Recently finished#Rogue#Rosie and the Dreamboat#Sally Thorne#Sarah J Maas#TBR#The Forest Grimm#Worst Wingman Ever#WWW Wednesday
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Batman Incorporated #8 - "Joker Incorporated" (2023)
written by Ed Brisson
art by John Timms & Rex Lokus
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Lynch brothers from my Decladam fic!!!!!
Niall Lynch had paid the outrageous tuition to make sure all three of his sons went to the best school in Virginia and he’d be rolling in his grave if he knew that Ronan had been skipping class for a week. His voice in Declan’s head echoed loud; Wasting your potential, like you don’t even realize what an incredible opportunity this is–
Declan hated the way the words– Niall’s words– sounded in his mouth when he cornered Ronan after school. For once, not cast in Gansey’s shadow, but alone. Ronan wore his Aglionby uniform with contempt, his crooked tie and rolled up sleeves a rebellion, anarchic. The combat boots that drug that ground when Declan grabbed his arm, pulling him off the busy path into the grass, were not standard issue or tied correctly. Declan wanted to step on the ugly loose stings just to watch Ronan stumble, but he refrained.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Declan hissed.
“Right now?” Ronan appraised him with a lazy gaze, unfamiliar. Dark bags circled both eyes, either from lack of sleep or the remnants of a lost fight. Declan couldn’t tell but supposed both were equally possible. “Right now I’m thinking about gelato. Chocolate. With sprinkles.”
“You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
Ronan almost smiled. “Maybe you’re just not my target audience.”
#extra ordinary#decladam#adeclan#declan lynch#adam parrish#ronan lynch#ronan is going to feature in a few chapters#he's the best wingman#wip wednesday
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It was almost 10 pm, and Steve was at the point where if one more, sappy, loved-up couple came wandering through the door of family video looking for a tape for their valentines date night, (that would promptly get forgotten about as they fucked on the sofa in the sea of rose petals or whatever…), he was going to pull out the nail bat and start swinging.
Old him? He had loved all that flashy paper heart and sugar-sweet fakeness, but the new improved Steve? He was looking forward to the six-pack in the fridge and his hot date with Harrison Ford. Alone, locked away from the whole whatever of the situation.
Steve tried not to feel betrayed because Robin had abandoned him for Nancy. He couldn't ever hate her for that, not after how long it took them to get together.
But his late shift would have been a lot better if he had his co-workers by his side, yet Eddie and Robbin had abandoned him.
It was just depressing that even Eddie, the one person who said yes to almost everything, had left him to wallow in his own self-pity.
But adventure awaited, and no matter how much Steve had begged him to help cover Robin's dropped shift, Eddie had been firm about it. ' Wednesday night is Campaign night. Do you want to disappoint the gremlins?'
No amount of Steve pointing out that the gaggle of seventeen-year-olds probably had other plans on Valentine's night that he really didn't want to think about could convince him to change his mind. (Steve had thought about it, and he had made sure they were always safe. He was, after all, always the babysitter, but they were his kids… they DIDN'T do that sort of stuff! He was half a step from Hopper’s general reaction these days, sticking his fingers in his ears when they made inappropriate jokes; they were just toddlers for Christ's sake)
Not that he wanted to spend valentine's day with Eddie (he did) or that he was secretly wondering if Eddie had a date, (he was) because he had seen Max and Lucas drive past not an hour ago and they were very much not in the basement of Munson’s house playing with dice right now. (Had Eddie lied to him? Had he forgotten the number one rule of the party? Friends don’t lie? What if Eddie had a date? Why did that thought make Steve’s stomach feel as if he had just eaten some of Robin’s more questionable cooking?)
The end of the shift couldn’t come soon enough and when he finally flipped the sign to closed at 10.30 pm, it tempted him to just leave the tidying for Robin or Eddie to do in the morning.
It would serve them right for making him witness the absolute horror of other people's public displays of affection.
However, as he brushed the floors and chewed on the leftover promotional chocolates, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander again. Where was Eddie? Did he have some secret other-half that he was hiding from them all? If so, it wasn’t like Eddie to not be open about things like that, at least around the party he was unapologetically himself. Was it another man? Was that why he was being so secretive about it? Steve doubted it was that either, Eddie didn’t hide that part of himself either.
‘Were both Bisexual disasters? That’s why we couldn’t be friends in high school, Harrington. We would have seduced the entirety of Hawkins high, it wouldn’t have helped the devil worship allegations, but man, it would have been fun.’
And sure, maybe Steve had been funny with the last few people that Eddie had backed into corners after gigs, but it was just because they weren’t good enough for his Eddie. He was just being a good wingman. Eddie would, and had, done the same for him frequently. It was nothing. They were just protective of each other, that was all… (keep telling yourself that, king Steve). It just made no sense that Eddie would hide things like this from him.
Steve was just putting the broom back in the closet when he heard the bell over the door go.
“We’re closed.” Of course, someone would come in now. The people of Hawkins really needed to learn to read, but if you could ignore a multidimensional rift for several years, a closed sign might be a little advanced.
Nobody answered, but he thought he heard the bell go again. He really should start locking the door, especially when his hearing was as bad as it was.
Walking back into the front shop Steve almost jumped a mile.
“Jesus, Eddie! You know better than to sneak up!” Eddie stood in the open hatchway of the service counter, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, but at least looking apologetic.
“I shouted, but you know” he gestured vaguely toward his ears with one hand, his other holding something behind his back “I'm guessing you were facing away…”
“I was in the closet,” Eddie's eyebrows raised. “Do not make the low-hanging joke, Munson. You're better than that.”
“Oh come on Steve, it’s just there. Give me the win.” he chuckled nervously.
“Why? Did you strike out on your date?” Steve aimed for joking and missed, hoping that Eddie hadn’t picked up on the bitterness in his voice, he went about pulling the last of the novelty candy off the counter into a box behind it for Robin to graze on in the morning.
Eddie looked at him curiously. “I’m hoping I don’t.”
“Oh? So you did have a date then? I knew it was suspicious Lucas and Max drove past before. You know you didn’t have to lie, right? I would have given you the night off.” that feeling in his chest grabbed and tugged, it was almost painful.
“I need to kick both of their asses, but no Steve, I said I’m hoping I don’t…” Eddie stepped closer to him. “You know, like, future tense, you see I haven’t had the date yet? So I guess what I’m saying is no, I didn’t strike out, not yet at least.” his voice lacked its usual confidence, so unlike Eddie that it made Steve pause.
“So, why are you here, if you have a hot date?” Steve knew that this time he hadn’t kept his voice steady. He was jealous, and he knew it. And by the expression on Eddie’s face, he really hadn’t hidden it at all.
“Well, I missed an important bit of my master plan. I forgot to do something.”
“Oh, yeah?” suddenly the scuff marks on the floor left by Robin’s Converse were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
“Steve, look at me.” Eddie prompted. He had moved closer again, thrusting something into Steve’s line of vision. Gesturing for him to take it.
“Is this broccoli?” Steve was holding what, clearly, was a bushel of broccoli. Eddie was rocking from one foot to the other again at his side, hiding behind his hair in that adorable way that made Steve’s heart speed up of its own accord. His entire face was bright red and, for once, it looked like Eddie was lost for words.
“Eddie, why have you just handed me broccoli?” His confusion outweighed Steve’s jealous embarrassment. What the hell was happening?
“Be my Valentine? Or whatever? I’m not good at this, I am so not good at this…”
“Are you serious?”
“See, I told Rob’s I said you wouldn’t think I was serious if I asked you out on a date on valentines, but she was all ‘who’s his platonic soulmate Ed’s? It’s me, and he loves all this grand romantic bullshit.’ and then I listened to her like an idiot.” Steve watched him pace, hands flying everywhere. “this was a stupid idea. Can we just pretend it never happened?”
Eddie had come to a halt in front of Steve and was making grabbing hands at the Broccoli as if to take it back.
It just made Steve hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him.
It just made him hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him.
“Eddie… shut up.”
Eddie didn’t kiss back at first. Steve had caught him off guard, but soon enough, he was pressing in with gusto, and yeah, that sensation in Steve’s stomach was nothing to do with Robin's cooking. Eddie hadn’t shaved, and his stubble was rough, just as Steve always thought it would be, and he kissed in the same way he did everything else in life, full of energy and over the top. Eddie twisted his hands up into Steve’s hair, and Steve traced his hands up Eddie's neck, making for the mop of hair he had wanted to tangle his hands in since the upside down, even if he hadn’t been sure of the reason back then.
However, the vegetable in his hand hindered his progress.
“Drop the broccoli Stevie,” Eddie muttered against his lips.
“No, It's my broccoli,” He pulled it back from the kiss, cradling the greenery to his chest. “The broccoli is important, I mean, I don’t understand it, but …”
“It was all they had left in shop, I had planned on this big romantic bunch of flowers, a teddy… the full works, but then Buckley had an emergency… you know what her cooking is like… and then well by the time I escaped it was almost ten on Valentine night and I had to get you something, cause my plan obviously needed it to work, so it was the broccoli or a two-by-four with a smiley face on it courtesy of Joyce, so out of the two I think-”
“Eddie, shut up.”
“Shutting up.” he mimed zipping his mouth shut as Steve carefully placed the vegetable on the counter.
“I think a bunch of Broccoli is the most YOU thing ever, you weirdo.” he grabbed Eddie again wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, placing a small kiss on the end of his nose, Eddie went cross-eyed trying to look at him but grinned none the less.
“So do I get a win?”
“You get a win.”
And if every year the kids ask Steve why he’s got a bushel of broccoli in a vase on the fireplace on his and Eddie’s anniversary, well, it’s just another win for the man he loves.
(inspired by the old man behind me at the bus stop holding a bushel of broccoli like a bunch of roses because he was too cheap to buy a carrier bag but his wife had demanded he buys broccoli so god damn it he bought the broccoli You go you, stubborn old man. Also, I've written the word broccoli now so many times it no longer looks like a real word.)
( also give me prompts!)
#stranger things#stranger things fic#steve x eddie#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic
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— mirage ⟢
he loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. you can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. how he’s seemingly on the cusp, teetering dangerously across the knife’s edge. you're nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
★ FEATURING; wonwoo x gn!reader
★ WORD COUNT; 3.5k words
★ TAGS; strangers to lovers, lawyer!wonwoo, one night stands, smut
★ WARNINGS; graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI!)
★ NOTES; i've been studying non stop for this exam i gotta take on wednesday and instead of getting some sleep, i reworked another old fic into a svt one HEHE this was a tears of themis fic i wrote almost 3 years ago and couldn't help but imagine wonwoo in artem's place 🧍♀️
★ SMUT TAGS; no specifications abt gendered anatomy, soft sex, really vanilla, aftercare
★ TAGLIST; i'll update this when i get on my computer lol
You spot him early into the evening—lights dim and music blaring, but the sight of him is no less blinding, no less enchanting to someone like you.
He looks like a white-collar fellow, shirt buttoned all the way up as he hangs a stuffy-looking coat across one arm. Vigilant eyes, neatly gelled hair, domineering presence—everything about the man screams ‘professional’ and ‘sophisticated’.
But what is an Adonis like him doing in a place like this?
You continue observing from a distance, nursing a drink you sweet-talked a college boy into buying for you. God knows where that guy went off, so you let yourself ogle the gorgeous newcomer a few minutes longer.
He’s no regular—this you’re completely sure of. Even if you didn’t spend as much time as you did in this bar, you can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he isn’t well-acquainted with Seoul's nightlife.
The man takes the laminated menu that the bartender slides over the counter, perusing its contents like he’s ordering at a family restaurant. When he’s made up his mind, you could almost hear how polite he probably sounds while ordering the mildest drink on the list. Sparkling water, maybe.
You don’t waste any time.
Mister tall, dark and handsome becomes considerably wary the moment you slide into the stool next to his—complaining about your ghastly work life out loud. The bartender eases into his role as your wingman seamlessly, much to your amusement. He tells you how his new patron needed a break from the monotone of a nine-to-five biorhythm, too.
“No, it’s not that,” mystery man laughs softly, and God, if sex had a voice, he is most certainly the one behind it. “A friend recommended that I drop by when I have the time.”
“You’re not the type to get plastered alone, though, are you?” A tentative smile worms its way onto your face. “This your first time?”
You half-expect him to deny it, like every stingy salaryman you’ve tried to seduce in the past. But Adonis here seems more honest with himself than most.
“Kind of. And I do have my reasons,” he sighs, dark eyes piercing through yours as he holds out his hand. “I’m Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo. Beautiful name befitting of a beautiful man, but thank the gods you aren’t cheesy enough to say that out loud.
You introduce yourself out of courtesy, yet you find yourself quite fond of how the syllables of your name roll across his tongue when he repeats it. There’s nothing even remotely erotic in the way he speaks, but something about this man just pulls you in. Like the polar ends of two magnets, you’re unable to resist the attraction.
The small talk is sparse. You learn he’s an attorney in one of the city’s big-shot law firms, and you tell him about your childhood dream of opening a flower shop in return. He already lives the same cycle of corporate slavery as you do so you doubt he’ll be interested in your trivial work stories.
But…he asks anyway. About your job, your boss, even the work environment. Wonwoo seems like someone who likes to delve into the details—even if you’re no one but a complete stranger he just happened to meet tonight. He’s so catastrophically different from the idiots you settled with for a good time, and you’re afraid he might be setting the bar a little too high. No man looking for someone to warm his bed for the night can be this sincere.
Although, there is one thing that Wonwoo and the unwitting men in this place have in common.
You know the look in his eyes a bit too well. Sadness. Dejection. Resignation?
Who did he lose? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? You have no means of making sure without asking him directly, but you’ve encountered enough heartbroken souls to pick them out of a crowd with ease.
A man as prolific as he is won’t purposely visit a shoddy establishment like this. That’s if he isn’t rearing to forget whatever—or whoever—is weighing on that pretty little head of his.
Wonwoo patiently sips on a glass of bourbon (not sparkling water, thank God) as he listens to you drone about the flowers growing in your balcony. From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem like an ordinary ‘yes man’ either. He even asks for tips on growing aloe vera because he’s heard the natural gel is good for the skin. A handsome hunk that’s polite and gives a damn about skin care? You could marry him on the spot at this point.
“Do you have any favorite flowers?” you wonder.
He considers your words for a moment and you watch the way he traces the rim of his glass with his finger. When Wonwoo meets your gaze, you see it again. That hint of sadness carefully hidden beneath a kind smile.
“Roses,” he murmurs. “As cliché as the preference might sound.”
You shake your head. “Not at all. Roses are big in the market for a reason, but…”
“But?”
“You’re going to think I’m petty if I say it...”
Wonwoo laughs, bringing the glass to his lips as he takes another sip. God, why does he look so unintentionally sexy in everything he does? It’s so unfair…
“I won’t question the expertise of a veteran gardener,” he reassures, and your heart warms at his blatant sincerity. “I take it that you’re not very fond of roses?”
You nod slowly. “Yeah. They’re kind of tricky to take care of. Once, I tried to grow a rosebush but I kept pricking myself on the thorns. Roses are pretty but they hurt.”
“Pretty but they hurt,” Wonwoo repeats the words under his breath. “That’s one way of putting it.”
And then comes the silence.
For a moment, you’re seized by a twinge of panic. The atmosphere suddenly became stale the moment Wonwoo uttered those last words, and you aren’t sure how you should respond. Bartender-wingman is serving someone else on the other side of the counter, so you can’t exactly rely on him for moral support. Oh, God. What if Wonwoo thinks you’re just some pick-me person that makes growing plants a personality trait?
“It’s getting pretty late.”
You startle the moment he speaks again. Wonwoo downs whatever’s left of his drink before flashing you another heart-wrenchingly genuine smile.
“Yeah. The night just passes by when you’re enjoying a conversation,” you laugh. “Do you really have to leave so soon, attorney?”
Wonwoo shakes his head. “No, not really. It’s my day-off tomorrow. How about you? Didn’t you mention you’re from downtown Seoul? That’s a bit far from here.”
You wave away his inquiry. “Nah. I can just take a train back. I’m used to the commute.”
“But you’re under the influence.”
“But I’m not drunk.”
“My apartment is just a few blocks away,” he insists, clearing his throat. “I think it’s safer if you stay the night first. It was raining quite heavily when I got here.”
You stare at him with your lips slightly parted—the gears turning in your head when you finally realize what he was trying to do.
“Jeon Wonwoo,” you say, grinning from ear-to-ear, “are you saying you want me to go home with you?”
His face flushes so badly, even his ears turn red. “Is it working? I mean— I didn’t think I’d really meet anyone worthwhile when I decided to go here, so—?!”
“Good enough for me,” you sigh, getting up from your stool as you link your arm in Wonwoo’s—tugging him along. He sputters a little before fishing out his wallet, and you don’t comment on how he drops a fat wad of cash onto the bar without counting it.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, unfolding his coat to drape it across your shoulders. “I don’t want to be imposing.”
You scoff when he leads you to the parking lot. True enough, the rain still hasn’t pittered out when you got out of the bar. Maybe taking advantage of his offer isn’t so bad after all.
Grabbing Wonwoo by the front of his shirt, you make him lean down to your level with a smile. He makes a disgruntled noise out of surprise, but doesn’t struggle. You take it as a positive sign. The coat on your shoulders smells like fresh detergent and expensive cologne. You’d be a fool to walk away now.
“Yes, attorney, I’m sure,” you tell him sweetly. “Now why don’t you show me where you plan on growing those aloe vera, hm?”
Spoiler alert: he does not get to show you at all.
Despite how demure he looks, Wonwoo is surprisingly responsive when you jump him the moment the door to his apartment shuts. His lips are sinfully soft, molding his flesh against yours as he pushes his coat off your shoulders, onto the floor.
Though you’re very much liking the feel of his large hands slotting themselves on your hips, there's still a hint of hesitation in his touch. Like he’s unsure whether he wants to carry on with this or not. You pull away with a pout, fingers teasing the buttons on his iron-pressed shirt.
“We can just…hang out if you don’t want to,” you offer.
Wonwoo laughs breathlessly, taking one of your hands in his. You shoot him a weird look before heat starts to creep up your face as he plants a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“What makes you think I don’t?”
His hands travel south again, fitting the swell of your ass in those large palms. You sigh, slotting your lips together again as you jump—wrapping your thighs around his waist before you feel Wonwoo pressing you up against the wall.
Even the way he kisses is enough to drive you over the edge. He doesn’t have the displaced ferocity that most of your old flings thought made make out sessions hotter. You’re not particularly fond of overeager men, and Wonwoo’s pacing is tempered just the way you like it.
He licks into your mouth slowly, sensually, as if he wants you to embed the feel of him tonguing his way in your frazzled brain. You can’t help the moan that reverberates in your throat when he detaches himself from your mouth—taking the time to pepper your neck with little bruises.
But while he’s busy making his mark, your eyes end up focusing on the picture frames Wonwoo hung on the walls of his doorway.
You thread your fingers in his dark hair to distract him as you study each picture. One depicted what you assumed is Wonwoo with his colleagues at the law firm, smiling professionally for the camera. Wonwoo himself looked like a million dollars—tailored suit, unwrinkled shirt, debonair visage. You wouldn’t have mistaken him for anyone else.
But you also notice how his right hand is entwined with someone else’s. A man in a sleek gray blazer, his blond hair falling across cat-like eyes.
He’s present in the other frames, too. The first is a shot of him and Wonwoo sitting on a park bench, the other man sleeping soundly with his head on his shoulder. Wonwoo gazes at him with so much endearment in his eyes, it could only be called love.
There’s another photo with two more men in it. The blond grins brightly with one arm draped around Wonwoo's wide shoulders, while the other attempts to headlock another man whose eyes disappear when he smiles. In the background is someone much shorter than the three—equal parts annoyed and amused by their antics.
“Hey.”
You startle enough to lose your grip around Wonwoo’s legs, and you end up barely balancing yourself on the carpeted floor. Wonwoo laughs, and you shoot him a disgruntled look.
“You’re distracted,” he comments.
Well. Now that the cat’s out of the bag…
“Is he…your boyfriend?” you ask nervously, pointing at the blond in the picture frames. “I’m not committing adultery, am I?”
Wonwoo manages a sad smile, undoing the top buttons of his dress shirt before casting a sidelong glance at the frames mounted on his wall.
“He was about three years ago,” he admits. “But he’s getting married soon. You don’t have to worry about being a third party.”
The house is silent as you observe Wonwoo with keen eyes. It’s been three years, yet the grief in his gaze is still so raw. You’ve been with enough people to know if they’re only doing this with you for a good time, or to forget about someone else.
And you’re more than willing to help him with the latter.
You hook your arms around Wonwoo’s neck before bringing him down for another kiss—one with more fervor, more intensity than you would otherwise offer. He doesn’t reciprocate for a moment, seemingly astonished with your sudden vigor. But in time, he melts against your lips until one after the other, both your clothes start to litter the hall.
His mattress is soft when Wonwoo gently lays you atop the sheets, worshipping every inch of skin you’ve willingly exposed. But after he rises back to meet you in a fleeting kiss, he presses two fingers on your bottom lip. You’re embarrassingly compliant, parting your lips at the same time, inching your thighs apart somewhat subconsciously.
You get his long, dextrous digits nice and wet—tongue swirling around his skin as you cover them in a sheen of saliva. Wonwoo doesn’t say a word, but there’s an uncharacteristic glint in his eyes that you never would’ve associated with him earlier in the evening. A smolder in his usually composed gaze that makes you want to see just how far you can push him.
Wonwoo embraces you with one arm when he slides those spit-slicked fingers along your entrance, preparing you with a delicious stretch that has you keening his name into the cold air of the bedroom. He remains silent still, but you can feel those eyes on you regardless. The heat of his gaze penetrates into your being as his fingers make good work between your legs. When he kisses you again, your lungs feel like they’d been set aflame.
“Wonwoo,” you whisper, lips trembling as he rests his forehead against yours. “Please…”
He chuckles again, soft and reassuring as he lifts your thighs with strong hands, bracketing them across his hips. The cut of his abs from where you can see them look so well-defined, you wonder if he works out regularly. But once he maneuvers around to rid himself of his boxers, your thoughts drift to another impressive segment of his too-perfect-to-be-real body.
The familiar sound of a foil package being torn open snaps you out of your reverie. Wonwoo sighs as he rolls the rubber around his length—face red with lust or embarrassment, you aren’t quite sure. But when he glides the tip of his cock along your swollen entrance, you nearly sob.
“Want you…so bad,” you whimper, grinding down against him. “Wonwoo, please, please—!”
His initial preparation is all for naught, it seems. Because when the beautiful man above you finally buries himself to the hilt, you’re momentarily blinded by the pain of his entrance. You gasp out loud—tears welling in the corners of your eyes. But Wonwoo swallows the noise with an open-mouthed kiss, framing an apology on your lips as he wipes away the tears.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away from your face. “I got a little excited.”
He stays still inside you, watching you get used to the stretch. The patience is a little endearing, given that you’re accustomed to just getting fucked out of your wits. Wonwoo even takes the time to trace comforting shapes along the skin of your thighs in an attempt to calm you down.
“You can move now,” you tell him shyly, turning your head to avoid his gaze.
Wonwoo nods once, pulling his hips back slowly before easing inside you once more. You sigh, burying your face in your hands as he builds you from the ground up, stoking the flame he started inside you the moment you laid your eyes on him.
“I want to see you.”
You jolt when he pins your hips in place with one hand while seizing your wrist with the other. There’s a crease on his brow, like he’s disappointed with you hiding your face from him. But the look immediately morphs into something more captivating.
Then he makes a particularly rough thrust that coaxes a broken moan from your lips.
His sudden, unrelenting pace continues from then on out. Wonwoo grips your thighs hard, but not enough to leave bruises. His discretion makes your heart flutter, but you can’t quite bask in the sentiment given that his cock is hitting all the spots that make stars dance in the seams of your vision. You clench your walls around his length, desperate to get a reaction out of him, and it works. Wonwoo bites his lip like he doesn’t want to make any forthcoming noises, but you bring him back down again for a kiss before anything else.
“You don’t have to hold back so much,” you murmur. “I can take it.”
Those dark eyes widen with surprise, and you can almost feel his self-control snap.
But contrary to your expectations, Wonwoo doesn’t start fucking you into the mattress like a wild animal. Instead, he hoists your hips even higher, holding your body at an odd angle. You’re about to ask what he’s trying to do, but when he plunges his cock back into your weeping hole, the words evaporate on your tongue.
Deep. He’s so impossibly deep that you fear it’ll take you days to sweat him out. A trail of saliva dribbles on your chin as Wonwoo slowly guides you to the apex of an orgasm. Your toes clench, your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. His name sounds like an incantation on your lips, and you wonder if the gods would let you have this man forever.
But…
He loves with a passion that bleeds into his actions, never his words. You can see it in how he doesn’t make a sound. How he’s seemingly on the cusp, teetering dangerously across the knife’s edge. You’re nothing but a stranger to him and yet he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.
That man is lucky, you think—to be loved by someone as devastatingly devoted as Jeon Wonwoo.
Wonwoo comes down from his post-coital high a bit later than you do. But regardless, he takes it upon himself to carry you over to the bathroom despite your protests that you can do it yourself.
Even the way he washes the evidence of your sultry affair is equal parts firm and tender. He cleans you up patiently, doing the same for himself before handing you a fluffy white towel from the rack. You blush, noting how the fabric smells exactly like him as you dry yourself.
The two of you climb back into bed thereafter—not bothering with clothes, and instead choosing to bask in the heat of your bodies. It feels nice, pressing yourself against his toned chest, and Wonwoo doesn’t seem to have any complaints to raise either.
You don’t expect any pillow talk, nor does it come. After all, this is just one night. Though you’re curious about that old flame of his, you don’t really want to ruin the nighttime mirage you’ve weaved for yourself.
The rain continues to pour outside his windowpane, but the feel of your bodies slotted together can keep you warm for the night. It’s just you and Wonwoo, legs tangled underneath his expensive sheets.
Nothing more, nothing less.
When morning comes, you’re alone on the queen-sized mattress.
Last night’s rainshower has long passed, and you’re forced to squint at the sunlight filtering through a crack in the blinds. You blink groggily, fumbling around Wonwoo’s room for your clothes. You don’t know where he is, but you’re sure as hell going to see yourself out before he gives you a polite rendition of ‘please get out of my house’.
As softly as you can, you shut the door once you’ve dressed yourself—glancing around in the living room to check if the coast is clear. You remember leaving your bag somewhere on the couches last night, and it should be—
“Hmm? You’re leaving?"
You jolt like a cat thrown into a bathtub at the sound of Wonwoo’s deep voice. When you turn around to meet his gaze, you see him at the entrance to the kitchen. Like you, he’s fully dressed now, albeit in more casual clothes compared to last night’s corporate uniform. But what baffles you the most is the cat-printed apron he tied around his waist. The scent of frying pancake batter fills your senses, and your mouth immediately waters.
“Uhh, I figured you’d want to kick me out first thing in the morning,” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your neck. “Didn’t want to overstay my welcome and all.”
Wonwoo shoots you a confused look before laughing. “Kick you out? I’m not that terrible a person, you know. Come on, I’ve made breakfast.”
He marches back into the kitchen like you have no say in the matter. Like he actually expects you to follow and join him there. Your jaw drops into a semi-offended scowl…
But you stride after him anyways.
⟢ end notes: if you spot any mistakes, do forgive me. it's 3 am and my brain is mush LOL. and if it wasn't obvi enough, the ex is junhui and the dudes in the photo are the 96z 🫡
#svthub#seventeen smut#wonwoo smut#svt smut#seventeen fanfic#lovelyhan#I CNAT BELIEVE I FORGOT THE TAGS SNDJSA#full length fic 📚
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