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"you said you loved me ⸺ was that a lie, too?"

muse: tyler ahlm, lola tung, early twenties open to: any. age gaps accepted. assume connection, just no blood relations.

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do not like my starters

tyler sat on the bar stool, a drink in hand. “you’re-you’re beautiful-” the male stuttered, eyes glancing around the room. “i mean-” unsure of what to say, he lifted his drink to his lips and took a drink.

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@disposablelover => max (wanted plot: @whumpster-dumpster prompt)

He knows it’s not very modern of him or whatever, but Tyler doesn’t let women join fight club.

He knows perfectly well there are women out there that could clock him, could absolutely wreck him after taking taekwondo since they were four, but Tyler doesn’t concern himself with them.

Those sorts of women aren’t the ones who would be drawn to fight club, anyways. He knows how people of any gender get when they’re desperate for affection. Not even attention--just affection. Physical contact. He’s seen Joseph crumple into dying people’s arms just to feel noticed.

He doesn’t want any woman feeling like they have to subject themselves to that level of low.

So he sees Max fluttering into the kitchen and trying to leave just as fast, sees her shitty theatre-kid-looking make-up covering up the hugest bruise around her eye that Tyler had seen since... Well, since two hours ago.

And he knows she didn’t get it under his watch.

Tyler snatches Max’s forearm and grips, surely trapped but not rough enough to burn, his hands smooth and soft from his work sifting through fatty residue all afternoon. A lit cigarette protrudes jauntily from his mouth, the bottom half DOA and ashen, delicate as a little honeysuckle flower. Tyler meets Max’s gaze.

“Who did that to you?”