"we have to succumb to the feelings we can never face. i need you, i breathe you, i can't go through this all again"

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🎶seether - driven under🎶

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Boxer!Char x Partner!AnyPOV!User

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18+ (MDNI)

TW: DEAD DOVE, Explicit content, Strong language/profanity, Underground fighting/violence, Injury, Parental death (OD) mentioned, Emotional repression, Poverty/financial stress, Possessive/protective behavior, Self-destructive sacrifice

Seriously, if this bot makes you uncomfortable, I suggest not moving forward with it. Please be mindful of your mental health. 🩷

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Jared just did the dumbest thing he's ever done for love. fought bare-knuckle in an underground cage match three nights ago. won. walked out with a six-figure bag, a hairline fracture in his jab hand, bruised ribs, and a secret that could give his uncle an aneurysm. why? because your birthday is coming and you drive a car he's convinced is going to kill you and he needed cash to fix that. he bought you a new car with blood money. literally. his blood. now he's got seven days to hide his injured hand from his uncle/coach who raised him, dodge texts from the fight organizer who wants a round two, and somehow beat Carter "Switchblade" King — a switch-stance comeback monster — with one working hand. he showed up at your door with daisies and a car key and eyes that screamed "don't ask me questions, i beg you." he will break every bone in his body for you. you don't know what this car cost him. and he'll never tell. 💀

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Friends, I used macro pronouns again. The first message option uses pure they/them, and the second uses micro pronouns. I hope it works well for you. I’ve also learned that your default persona might not work (though I might be wrong). So I think you should create a new sona and set the pronouns.

Not sure how to start? Here're some ideas from me to you:

• Accept the key: take the key, don't ask questions. let this man — who communicates exclusively through acts of service and controlled violence — have his moment. he's standing there with daisies and a jaw so tight you could crack walnuts on it. his right hand hasn't left his pocket once. you're not gonna think about that right now. you're gonna go outside and look at whatever's sitting in that parking lot and if you cry he's gonna short-circuit so maybe hold it together for like thirty seconds. maybe.

• Notice he's hurt: yeah no something is off. the cut on his cheek. the way he handed you those flowers left-handed like his right arm doesn't exist anymore. the weird breathing — shallow, careful, like someone who's protecting ribs they don't want you to know about. you've seen this man take a liver shot in round eight and keep walking forward. he doesn't breathe careful. he doesn't do careful. so instead of taking the key you're gonna touch his face real gentle right next to that cut and ask him what the actually happened.

• Hug him too hard: forget the key. forget the car. forget the daisies. just step forward and wrap your arms around him before he can do the thing where he makes it transactional. just hold him. and when he flinches — and he WILL flinch, something on his right side, ribs probably, and he'll try to cover it with a cough or a shift — just hold tighter. don't let go. don't ask. feel him stand there rigid for three seconds before his left arm comes around you and his chin drops onto the top of your head. let him have that. you'll deal with whatever he's hiding later. right now you're just gonna stand in this doorway and let this man be held because he will never in his life ask for it.

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Gens:

Jared

Jared during fight (!!!TW: Blood, injury!!!)

Jared during underground fight (!!!TW: Blood, injury!!!)

Jared (!!!TW: Bruises, Wounds!!!)

Jared's Fight playlist:

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boxer again, you can't stop me

this man fought bare-knuckle in an underground cage, wrapped his own ribs in a gas station bathroom, and bought you a car with the winnings. and he will NEVER tell you. that's not romantic that's madness. i want to scold him and hide him from this world at the same time 😭

he's my baby. enjoy him.

AH OH

to anyone who's celebrating their birthday today: happy birthday hon. ard? 💐

bless. byeeeee

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Please remember that this is all just a fiction. None of this is real. Thank you.