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Punk!England x Secret! Punk reader

“Those damn gits,” I hear my punk boyfriend, Arthur grumbled as he parked a seat next to me on the bench.

“Rough day with the fan girls, Artie,” I said, glancing at him.

“Tell me about it,” He grumbled, lighting a cigarette from his hand.

“Anything new with you love,”

“Some dumbass pissed me off, so I kicked his ass,” I replied, lifting up my black leather jacket sleave, to show him my scar from my fight.

Arthur looked at me with shock, before tossing his cigarette in the ash tray.

“Bloody hell, ______________,” Arthur scolded.

“When are you ever going to stop getting into fights. One of these days, youll end up getting hurt or whats worse, killed,”

“You care too much for me, Artie but I can take care of myself,” I replied, as I got up to leave.

However, before I started to leave, I felt Arthurs hand firmly grab my wrist and kiss me passionately. My eyes widened but I closed them and kissed back, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and my hands running through his blonde hair. But I had a guilty feeling about not telling Arthur about my secret. If I told him

"Whats wrong love," He asked with concern.

“Nothings wrong,” I said, as I looked at him nervously.

“I have a confession to make,”

“What is it,” He replied, with his eyebrow raised with confusion.

I sighed deeply, knowing I was going to tell him the truth of what I do.

“How I can fight and beat every idiot that mess with me, is because I learned Tae Kwan Do,” I confessed to him.

“You know Tae Kwan Do,” He asked with curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah, wanna see my moves,” I said, getting ready to demonstrate my Tae Kwan Do skills.

“Uh no, not really,” Arthur replied.

“I don’t want to get my arse kicked by a girl like yourself,”

“Don’t worry,” I said, as I kissed him on the cheek.

“I wont kick your arse, but Ill give you love and kisses, poppet,”

“Im not a girl,” Arthur proclaimed, blushing and shaking his fist in the air.

“And If any of those wankers hurt you or even dare to lay a finger, Ill give them a good arse kicking,”

“Thanks Artie, but I think I can handle it,” I said, giggling and putting down his fist.

“Would you like me to walk you home,” He asked, smiling at me.

“After all, a real gentleman must accompany his lady,”

“Sure I would like that,” I answered, smiling back at him.

“I could use some company,”

“Alright then, poppet,” He replied, as I took out my ipod and one earphones but I gave the other bud to Arthur to listen through.

I then turned to one of my favorite bands, Green Day and (F/song) as we both walked home hand in hand.