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thoughtwriter · 2 months ago

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multitudes [part 1] - a. tv

summary -> your first pub golf and you meet the one and only arthur tv who is infatuated from the moment he lays eyes on you

PART -> 1, 2, 3, 4

wc -> 1k

WARNINGS -> disgustingly cute ig, may have spelling mistakes i havent proof read, fast paced

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it started as a joke in the group chat.

chrisMD: pub golf this griday. full 9 holes. no excuses. dress accordingly.

the response from the usual crowd was a flurry of gifs, “in”s, and someone - probably willne just sending a voice note of a burp. classic.

you weren’t even supposed to be on the list. a late addition, someone pulled out - maybe cal had a brand deal in dubai, or niko was off plotting political domination (again) - but your name was thrown in, and before you could type “uh sure i guess,” you were in.

and that’s how you found yourself, five pints in, standing in the middle of the pub picked for hole 4 - a sticky-floored Camden bar with neon lights and suspiciously cheap jaegerbombs - trying to explain to max fosh why flamingos are pink.

“it’s the shrimp!” you half-shouted, arms animated like you were pitching a bbc wildlife documentary after three tequilas. “they’re born grey. the pink comes from carotenoids in the shrimp and algae they eat. it’s not even natural pigment, it’s diet-based. technically, they’re diet-pink.”

there was a half-second of silence. then chaos.

“you what?” laughed george, nearly dropping his pint. ”‘diet-pink’? that’s not a real colour.”

“sounds like a crayola pack for posh kids,” chimed in theo.

but you weren’t even listening to the laughs anymore. because across the group, leaning against a bar table and mid-sip of a cider, was arthur tv - and his eyes were doing that thing.

that unreadable thing. where his usual warmth paused, quieted, and shifted into something a bit more… present.

he stared for a beat too long. his brows rose - just slightly - but it was enough to clock. a pause in motion, like a tape reel halting mid-scene. when he blinked back into it, he was smiling again, but it was different. curious. intentional. almost reverent.

he stepped closer. not enough for anyone to notice - but you noticed.

“you just casually carry around flamingo trivia?” he asked, voice low enough that it cut through the other conversations. his tone had a thread of amusement but lacked mockery. it wasn’t small talk. it was… interest.

“i contain multitudes,” you said smoothly, maybe too smoothly, which only made him laugh. a proper laugh - not the polite kind, not even the teasing kind. a real one.

you hadn’t properly talked all night. just polite nods when you were introduced at hole 1, the occasional clink of glasses when someone shouted “cheers.” but now he was here. engaged. focused.

“you’re not like the rest of them,” he said, glancing briefly at the group, now halfway through arguing whether or not jaeger counts as a ‘hazard’ drink. “don’t get me wrong, they’re great - love them. but… you’re something else.”

you didn’t know what to say to that. not because it flustered you - though it definitely did - but because it didn’t feel like a line. it was said plainly. like a truth he hadn’t expected to find tonight.

you tilted your head, cautious. “something else how?”

arthur leaned a little closer, beer bottle resting against his ringed fingers. “smart. funny. somehow making pink birds sound attractive.”

you laughed, trying to cover the sudden flush on your cheeks, but he didn’t let you hide there long. he was already pivoting, nudging you toward the dartboard in the back.

“tell me more useless facts. i’m collecting them now. consider it your initiation.”

so you did. through the next two “holes,” you bounced between your tables and drinks and new little world with arthur - talking about how octopuses have three hearts and die after mating, how wombats poop in cubes, how a strawberry isn’t technically a berry, but a banana is. he was fascinated. like, genuinely fascinated.

and not in a performative “camera’s on, gotta be quirky” way. no cameras here. no script. just the two of you, quietly carving your own pocket of the night.

at one point, chris passed by, half-drunk and grinning, giving arthur a playful shove. “you’re a goner, mate.”

arthur didn’t even look up. just smiled to himself and nodded. “yeah. think i might be.”

you heard it. you weren’t supposed to. but you did.

and something about it sat heavy and warm in your chest

the night stretched on - karaoke at hole 7 (you and arthur did a ridiculous duet of “balerie,” which you both butchered, gloriously), someone lost their phone in the toilets (still unresolved), and at least three people got “de-golfed” (aka, thrown into a bush by cal).

but by the time you hit hole 9, a quieter pub on the river, the group had thinned slightly. energy had waned, and so had the noise. the table was scattered with half-empty pint glasses, and the conversation had turned soft.

arthur was sitting beside you now. not across. not near. beside. shoulder to shoulder.

“you know,” he said, voice gentler now, “i’ve watched your videos. before tonight.”

you blinked. “seriously? you never said anything.”

“didn’t want to be weird,” he said. then, with a crooked grin: “too late now, obviously.”

you laughed, but he didn’t let it go. he turned toward you a bit more.

“i liked you then. i like you more now.”

you opened your mouth, but nothing came. because how do you respond to that without either running away or marrying him on the spot?

instead, you said, quietly, “i’m glad i came tonight.”

arthur nudged your leg under the table, a secret gesture between the two of you. “me too. you’re exactly what this group needed. and maybe… exactly what i didn’t know i needed either.”

and yeah - maybe everyone else saw it too. maybe that’s why chris winked when he handed you your final scorecard. maybe that’s why max whispered “called it” when he passed by. maybe even the barman saw it, because your drinks were suddenly on the house.

but you weren’t thinking about them anymore.

you were thinking about arthur. and how, somewhere between pink flamingos and pub karaoke, something real had started.

part one of four, next part released tomorrow!!

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caxde · 1 year ago

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bright eyes | eddie munson x reader

summary Eddie runs into his ex while he's out in a date with you and his little girl, and you try to deal with his unresolved feelings (5.3k)

warnings fem!reader, girl!dad Eddie!!!!, fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, first ily, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

a/n: thank you guys for the support, this was based on a request by @althea-tavalas and @callsignraver thank you both, and sorry it took a while! part1 part2 part 3 part 4 (they can be read seperatly)

“They’re pink!” Lua screamed as she saw the flamingos, standing still on their delicate legs.

“Yes, they are!” You added with glee, matching her energy as she found her way near the enclosure. You crouched beside her, holding her carefully by her waist, just in case she felt like running again.

“I thought they were yellow…” Eddie said as she crouched behind you, teasing his little girl with his colour confusion.

“That’s pink” She mumbled as her finger pointed to the animals, her head looking back at him, a shy smile on her lips.

“No, this is pink” He continued as he grabbed his shirt, a faded ochre tinted the fabric, and you heard Lua giggle as she shook her head no.

“Yellow?” She asked, looking at you while she grabbed her dad’s shirt. You nodded as you smiled, finding the whole scene overwhelmingly pure.

She whined as she rolled her eyes, you stiffed a laugh. She was copying Eddie to perfection, you had seen that same eyeroll a few moments ago when you told him you had to go to the merry go round before you leave, even if the sun was going to set soon.

He caught you doing so, and gave you a smirk, a look of recognition you both shared.

You stayed at her level, both of you pointing out what else she could see, while Eddie slowly stood up, his eyes not leaving the both of you as giggling escaped both of your lips.

“Bug, can you stay with princess for a second?” He asked with a soft touch on her shoulder. She nodded enthusiastically, her hand holding yours, just like he taught her to do so when he leaves her with you.

“Where’re you going?” He smiled as soon as he saw how your head tilted to the left, Lua was picking on that too. He gave you a quick look, the same smirk as you realised what he meant invaded your face.

“You’re going to need tickets…” He responded, not loud enough so the surprise could still work whilst he nodded to the carousel.

You smiled up at him and he took that as you giving him the all clear, distracting Lua with more questions, guiding her to the opposite site of where he was going.

He was a bit busy, thinking about you and how thoughtful it was, you buying the tickets for the zoo. It’s summer solstice! you had cheered as you tried to make it seem like it wasn’t too much, that you were excited to go and that you needed to celebrate. He had only agreed to do so, if he drove the three of you to Indianapolis, and he could take you out to dinner later that week. He had called it a real date, the promise of such made you blush.

Eddie was deep in his thoughts, he knew he couldn’t really afford Enzo’s -it was too fancy anyway- so he was trying to decide if the dinner was a better idea than a picnic by the lake. He was too focused, he bought two tickets instead of three.

But as soon as he saw the strawberry blonde hair his stomach dropped, closed and turned around all of a sudden. He hadn’t seen her since she called saying she couldn’t do it, that he had to do it alone, that she was leaving.

Now Paige's hand was wrapped around another boy he didn’t know the name of.

Her eyes widened as soon as she made eye contact with him, a shy smile appeared on her face as she waved at him, slowly raising her hand. He returned the gesture, not sure what to do, or why his feet felt so heavy.

He stood in place, looking back at where you were, scratching the back of his head in a nervous manner, he relaxed his breathing as soon as he saw you picking Lua up, walking a bit closer to the flamingos so she could see them better.

He started worrying right away though, he hadn’t told Lua anything about her mother, and she was right there.

What would he say? He figured he had more time, that he would be able to tell her about her once she’s grown up and asks for her. Hell, she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word mom, she had never heard of it. And even if she did, Eddie knew you had been acting like one ever since you met, he hadn’t even told you anything about it, because you hadn’t asked out of respect. The only thing he did tell you was that you could ask about it, and the only thing you said back was just how much you care about Lua, and how you’d never wanna make things awkward by asking too much. He had kissed you after that, and he could feel the sensation on his lips now, even when panic was invading his body, the thought of you seemed to relax him enough.

“Eddie?” Paige’s voice snapped him back with a painful stab at the memory, one where it didn’t hurt hearing her say his name.

“Hi.” He didn’t expect his own voice to sound that cold, but he didn’t care if it did if he was honest with himself.

“How are you? It’s been a while.” She tried to keep the conversation friendly, but Eddie pursed his lips, and she remembered enough to know that he did that when he was uncomfortable.

“Yeah, two years and five months.” He spitted out, reminding her how old her daughter was.

“Is she here?” She asked back, her eyebrows slightly raising as she looked for her near Eddie.

“Yeah. She’s with my partner, they wanted Lua to come.” He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing her lip quiver as he said those words made him smile internally, knowing that it was a small victory.

“Could I see her?” She tried again, Eddie noted the regret in her eyes. He also saw just how much they looked like Lua’s.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He barked back, slowly and calmly. “You made it very clear that you didn’t want to be involved.”

“She’s still my daughter.” Paige added with shame in her words, Eddie felt bad once he saw her eyes crystalize.

“I think I remember you saying a very different thing.” He was going in for the kill, he could taste the anger dripping out of every word, though it was anger but protection.

“That…” She tried to gather herself. “I know you’re pissed off but I… C’mon Eddie, I was a child!”

“I was one too!” He finally snapped back, raising his voice to match hers, he saw heads turning, but he didn’t mind, he never had. “And I stayed. You left.”

“I just… I wanna see how she’s doing, I thought about calling you but I didn’t know… I don’t know where you are, now that I know you live in the city I could-'' Eddie had to cut her off, he thought maybe someday he would want her back -for Lua’s sake- but this proved, he just couldn’t stand her and her selfishness.

“We don’t live here, and if she decides she wants to meet her, i’ll let her. Nothing else matters to me but her.” Eddie admitted, he could feel the vein on his neck growing larger as he became more agitated.

He looked back for a second, rubbing his chin. A moment of silence that he used to check on both of you, and he was glad he did once he saw you walking with Lua in your arms, as she cheered seeing the merry go round light up. He smiled for a second, it wasn’t a full one, but a half upside down smile, his lips still slightly pressed.

“I know I didn’t… I am sorry Edds.” She tried to apologise, rubbing her hands together in an anxious manner he knew too well.

“Eddie.” He corrected her. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this right now, sorry.” He ended up apologising, excusing himself, needing a way out once he heard the particular chuckle of his little one.

He desperately needed to hold her.

You noticed something was wrong as soon as you saw him stomping his way back to you.

You noticed the way his breathing was troubled, going up and down faster than needed.

You noticed the way his lips were pressed against each other, and the way his hands shake.

Before you were able to ask anything, you looked back at where he was coming from, it wasn’t that hard to understand. She really did have Lua’s bright eyes.

The scrunch in between his brows asked for permission to hold her, and you let your head hang on the left as you nodded slowly, leaving a kiss on his cheek as he bent down to grab her, holding her tightly.

“Do you need to talk about it? Later?” He didn’t say anything, he just gave you a kiss back, right where your hairline started. You knew it was a yes.

“Should we go, bug?” He asked Lua, pointing at the fast yellow lights turning, a soft melody emerging from it as it turned.

“Can we?”

“Anything you want” He promised, as he held her tightly, hugging her as he walked over, leaving you behind as you watched both of them.

You saw that girl, walking by you, with a strange mix of melancholy, nostalgia and jealousy in her eyes. You could swear she stopped as she passed you by, looking at you in an analytic manner. Even if her eyes were lost deep into her own thoughts, you could feel the way she judged you, and how her fingers twitched for a moment, wishing she got to hold her as closer as you did, even if she said she couldn’t all those years ago.

You decided to just avoid her sight, enjoying the way Lua was smiling, being held by her dad, who was enjoying more than ever having her that near.

“Is she asleep?” Eddie asked, his eyes not leaving the empty road.

“Yeah” You answered with a quick glance backwards. You noticed the way her eyes were shut highly, her long lashes and a bit of drool falling from her parted lips. “Her neck will hurt” You noted, Eddie kept his lips pressed, nodding slowly. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe”

“Moon?” You pleaded, your hand reaching for his, holding the pedal shift softly as his fingers melted to your touch.

“Are you sure she’s asleep?” His voice was trembling now, impotence clear in his tone. “She’s more clever than you think” He added as he grinned to himself.

“Edds she’s drooling, I’m quite sure.” Your thumb petted the back of his hand, he smiled at the gesture.

“I do want to talk about it… I just… I think… you might know?” He tried to make you say it, as if admitting it outloud was just as painful as having lived it.

“I think I do.” He just nodded, his lower lip quivered in anticipation to hear you say it, he needed to be you to break the ice, he needed you to be the one to ask it. You knew he would never impose such a hard topic onto you, just as well as you knew he needed to talk about it. “So… That’s her mother?”

“Mmmh” He answered, his head nodding as he tried hard to contain his disdain for her. “Paige.”

“How long have- When was the last time you-” You didn’t finish asking yet he was already answering.

“Since she decided to leave Lua with me. Right after having her.” You could feel how hurt he had been in the past, and just how seeing her for such a short moment had reopened the wound. “You know she decided she didn’t even want to hold her? She never gave a fuck about her now she wants to see her? Why!? Because you ran into us and thought you had to ask? Why!? It makes no sense at all. She hasn’t asked in two years and five months she can wait until bug asks it herself.” Eddie’s eyes narrowed, as he tightened his fingers around the wheel, his jaw clenched. Poison dripping out of his lips. You let him breathe, your hand now on the back of his neck, caressing him softly.

“Better?” You asked, a shy smile found its way on your tone. You saw a chuckle escaping him.

“Kinnda.”

“How did you meet her?” You were genuinely curious, and he could tell with just a glance at you. Your eyes shined up to him, while your free hand played absentmindedly with the hem of your dress.

“I uh… Old customer” He winked at you, hoping you would understand.

You confirmed it with a short chuckle.

“Soft stuff?”

“The softest.”

“And how did… that happen?” You added with a nod at Lua’s direction. He laughed at the question, his eyebrows raising.

“I think you know how that happens” He answered with a grin on his lips, teasing you a bit, his shoulders more relaxed now.

“Eddie…” You flickered his ear in a playful manner.

“We were bored. Honestly. Maybe a bit high.” His confession started as he slowed the car, pulling into Hawkins now. “She came over for some uh… stuff. I fancied some so we smoked in my room, one thing led to another and… A couple of months later she came back, scared to hell. She said she didn’t know what to do. I held her, I told her we could figure it out. She said she didn’t love me, I said I knew. I didn't love her either for the record, not that it really matters but uh… We told Wayne. He was pissed but didn’t show it to her. He said I had to step up, and I did.” He gave a quick glance to the sleeping girl on the backseat through the rearview mirror. His eyes softened as soon as he saw her dreaming. “As soon as I held her I… I knew'' He took a deep breath in, bracing for what he wanted you to hear. You continued the soft caresses into his skin that he was so thankful for. “Nothing would hurt her, and if that meant I had to get my shit together… I did. I graduated, I got a job… a legal one.” You chuckled at that at the same time as he did. “I vowed to take care of her, and to do that I had to take care of myself, so I did.” His hand finally reached for your thigh, reciprocating the caring touch you had been giving him. “I also vowed to not fall for anyone again, not until I was sure anyway. It was all going well… Until I met you I thought I could keep that promise but I… I’m kinnda glad you proved me wrong though.``

The car stopped, and suddenly the silence grew louder. His words resonated stronger. And your smile grew wider.

“I should put her down. Thank you for listening.” He concluded, giving your wrist a slow kiss, his lips sent goosebumps through your skin.

“Moon…” You got his attention, not too sure what to say next. “I… I um… Do you wanna come?”

“I’m tired.” He admitted, hoping you wouldn’t get offended by his answer.

“I know, me too I just… I think you could use the company. Nothing has to happen just, I’m here if you want to, you know that. Right?” He tilted his head, his lips curving in the usual smirk he gave you. You swear you could draw it if you had to by now, it was a magical feeling.

“I don’t- I can’t leave her alone, not today.” The sincerity in his voice grew bigger as his eyes flicked to her little one, sleeping soundly on the back of the car, unaware of everything that had happened.

“Yeah I know I just… You deserve someone to take care of you too.”

Something inside Eddie clicked.

Maybe it was the way your voice had sounded, soft and full of care and meaning behind every word you enunciated. Maybe it was the way your eyes looked up at him, as if he was a bright night sky, filled with stars and no clouds. Or, perhaps, it had been the way he noted how you had chosen the words so meticulously, your fingers going over the same spot on the end of your dress, as your lip quivered before finally deciding what to tell him.

It didn’t matter, not to him anyway, what the cause had been, but he was sure now that he was ready to let himself fall hard for you.

Deeply, madly and truly.

But then again, maybe he already was and was just now realising.

But from your point of view, you just saw a lovesick smile with puppy dog eyes looking down at you. Half closed lids hiding his sight as his head tilted slightly, a soft rush of blood invading his cheeks. You nodded slowly, closing the distance between the both of you just so you could leave a short kiss on his cheek, the warmth of it clashing with the coldness of your unkissed lips. You opened the door on your side, mouthing a short and wordless ‘bye’ as you left. He was left looking at you, his smile turning into a big grin as he looked deeper into you.

Wayne waited for Eddie to put Lua down, before he asked him what's wrong.

He could tell something had happened by the way his nephew took off his shoes. He didn’t take them with the top of his heel and left them there for him to put away. He took them with his heel and left them out of the doorway neatly with the exterior of his foot. And Eddie only did that when he was overthinking something

So Wayne waited, a cigarette burning in between his fingers, an unburned one waiting for his boy layed next to him. He raised his brows at him as soon as Eddie closed the door pointing at it with his head, Eddie’s face relaxed in a soft thank you way Wayne knew way too well.

He waited a bit more. For Eddie to open the window so the smoke would clear out and for him to light his cigarette.

He gave him a hard long look and Eddie folded immediately, with a short chuckle precinidng his words, a way of telling him to fuck off for knowing him too well.

“Long day, Wayne.” His eyes were lost into the horizon, looking at the dull wall in front of him.

“I gathered.” He spoke nonchalantly as smoke escaped his lips.

A short beat of silence occurred as Eddie thought about how to tell him what had happened, in the end, it was best to just say it.

“We ran into Paige.” Eddie finally said, over enunciating every vowel, with a hint of irony masked as rudeness.

“Shit.” Wayne’s surprised tone was genuine, just as much as his head whipping around to meet his eyes. Eddie just nodded slowly, taking a drag out of his fag, enjoying the numbing feeling the smoke left in his tongue, as if would make it easier to speak. “How did that shitshow go?”

“Horrible.”

“Did you overreact?” Wayne raised his brow at the question, as his eyes finally met Eddie’s.

“I don’t overreact!” He opened his eyes even more at the squeak in his voice, he waited to speak after he let out the smoke. “Maybe I do.” He admitted.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I said maybe.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing!” Eddie was getting flustered with the quickness in which his uncle caught up to his bullshit. Wayne had only let his arm rest on his thigh, resting his head on the palm of his hand, looking deeply into him. “I just… She wanted to see Lua, and she made it very clear how much she didn’t want anything to do with her, so I told her no.” Wayne scoffed, dropping the accumulated ash off. “What?”

“Even if she’s a shit person, she’s still the kid’s mother.” Eddie couldn’t quite believe his words. “She’s got a right to meet her.”

“When Lua asks about her, I’ll tell her. Not now.” He pleaded, his eyes crystalizing at the idea of Wayne not having his back for the first time in his life.

“Okay kiddo, but you’ll have to tell her” Wayne pointed out, moving his hands as he spoke, smoke trailing after them.

“I know. I had to tell princess too.” Wayne’s eyes widened at the information as Eddie just nodded in confirmation, taking one more drag, seeing the smoke travelling off the window, finding its way to you.

“You did?”

“Yeah”

“How did she take it?” Wayne feared the answer. It being a negative one and therefore it being the answer as to why Eddie had a gloom over him.

“She told me if I needed company? And that I deserve to be taken care of too…” He trailed off, the soft look on your face coming back into his mind.

“She��s a good girl…”

“I know”

“And she knows you better than you do.” Wayne added, patting his thigh as he stomped the cigarette out on the ashfilled plate.

“What do you mean?”

“You do need company.” Wayne told him, standing up as he whipped his hands on his jeans. He clocked Eddie’s quick glance to the closed door, and shook his head. “I’m here, nothing will happen. And you deserve to be with someone that cares.” It sounded as if Wayne was scolding him off, as if he was telling him how big of a douche he was by not allowing himself to be vulnerable for once. “Go!” He added, opening the door for him.

“She wakes up in a big mood when I’m not here…” He tried to fend off for himself, some sort of excuse that would justify him.

“And I know you enough.” He pointed out, nodding to your trailer. “You’ll be here for breakfast.”

“Dick” He joked, giving him the winning point of the argument.

Unaware of it all, you stood on your toilet floor, washing your face whilst the kettle whistled on the stove.

The same oversized shirt you always used, the fabric had become soft and with the same wrinkles falling perfectly in the same spot after so many years. You didn’t mind it, you just shushed the whistling, as if it could actually hear you whilst you mouthed along a jingle that came out of the telly, the ad brake had given you the excuse to actually stand up the couch and snapped you out of feeling sorry for yourself.

You had been brave, he hadn’t. And that wasn’t your fault.

Maybe he had been a little brave, you now thought, after all, he did answer everything you had asked him, even if he seemed rather anxious about it. And that was him being brave.

You shook your head, as you saw yourself spiraling again. You splashed water in your face, trying not to go down the same overthinking abyss you seemed to frequent. So maybe it was the water that made you not hear the soft knocks on your door, and that prompted a somehow worried Eddie to let himself in, looking around with curious eyes unable to find you anywhere, spotting the noisy kettle on the stove that was now burning the lower end of it, he walked over the kitchen, turning it of in a quick movement.

Before he even realised it, he was already preparing your tea the way he knew you liked.

When you emerged out, you left your body rest on the wall, arms crossed over your chest as you just looked at him.

You liked looking at him when he was unaware of it. He was beautiful, and you did tell him so constantly and he’d play it off with a funny face that made you chuckle, yet it was true.

His eyes softened when he was busy doing something, yet his sight seemed to harden as concentration invaded his body. You started to notice these little details long ago, now they were your favourite things about him. If you had to, you could list them all, if only the world had enough paper, you thought.

“I can brew my own cup, y’know?” You broke off his concentration and dedication with a soft chuckle, he turned around with a pinkish hue already invading his cheeks.

“I know, yet you always seem to prefer the ones I make for you” He tried to force his lips not to curve upwards, falling miserably as he handed you the cup.

“Since I taught you how to make one” You added before taking a short sip, careful not to burn your own tongue.

“My coffee still tastes like shit” He remarked, making you both snort a laugh, while you shook your head, the hand that wasn’t busy holding your tea found its way to your forehead.

“It kinda does actually.” You laughed as you spoke, one of the many details Eddie loved about you.

Love, as it turns out, is not one particular thing, but a conglomerate of them. Eddie was now realising that, as he put that laughter on the bottom of the things he could not live without.

“You said it was good!” Eddie raised his tone as he playfully bumped your shoulder with his, your head resting on it now.

“I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No, you asked, do you like it? and I said yeah…” You replicated the downward tone, replicating the irony you had used in the past.

“Oh, fuck off.” He was the one laughing with you now, holding into you tightly, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I’m sorry I left myself in, I kinda needed to talk to you actually.”

“Shoot” You said as you nodded to the couch, knowing it was better if the both of you were sitting down, able to look at each other.

Eddie’s steps followed you closely, strangely enough his words didn’t worry you. Not if his hand was intertwined with yours.

“What’re you watching?” He raised his brow at the T.V, still playing nonsensical ads.

“I don’t really know honestly” You added in an embarrassed hushed tone as you turned it off. The silence of the moment makes the bubble feel smaller. “What do you uh…”

“Right.” He took a sharp breath in, enjoying this moment even if he wasn’t sure what he actually wanted to tell you, you looked too beautiful not to take in. Even if your hair was put away in a messly manner, flyaways framing your face as you tilted it, looking deeper into him. Even if the only thing you were wearing was that faded shirt, it still let him look at your legs, and the softness your skin promised if he were to touch them.

“Moon?”

“Sorry, got distracted.” He muttered, shaking his head as his eyes left your legs, linking back with yours. “I uh… I realised I may have been a dick earlier, as Wayne pointed out.”

“Wayne?”

“Yeah he uh… He really does know when I get into my head”

“I could kinda tell.” Your eyes now avoided making contact with his, focusing solely on the way your fingers wrapped around the end of your shirt.

Eddie had your nervous movements learnt by now. If you held his sight he knew you weren’t overthinking, just trailing off so you’d play with whatever you had at hand so you would stay focused, but if your eyes landed elsewhere, he knew that your brain was going a mile a minute.

So his hand grabbed yours, pulling you back to him.

A tilt in his head as he scotched himself closer to you was all it took for your heart to stop racing.

“Not your fault, my love.” He reassured now, his words trailing off in that softened tone he only had for you. “I just didn’t know how you’d take it, the whole Paige thing and I freaked out.”

“If you freak out, I freak out.” You pointed out as your gaze finally met his.

“I know, I’m sorry” You gave into the palm of his hand as he cupped your cheek, the other one was still interlocked with your fingers. “I’m just really scared.” He confessed, whispering now.

“What for?” You looked at him through your eyelashes, you had never looked more angelic, pure, a clashing look with the concern on your tone.

“That the more you know about me, the easier it will be for you to find a reason to run off. And I’ll stay here, heartbroken over you” You could feel the sincerity leaking through, the earnestness in which he spoke was truly admirable, you had never seen someone be as open as he was being.

Brave.

You could be brave too.

“I’m not leaving, Moon.” You kissed the tip of his nose before letting your forehead touch his.

Eddie could feel his lips curving upwards even if he tried for them not to.

“How can you be so sure?” If you weren’t as close as you were, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard it, or the warmth he emanated with his vulnerability.

Brave.

You had to be brave for once, even if you could feel your heartbeat on the back of your throat.

“Because… You don’t run away from the things you love.”

Eddie froze on the spot. A sense of complete glee washed over him, and he could swear he just felt his heart miss a beat, as if it had answered before he was able to. He widened his eyes before separating your foreheads, just so he could look at you.

You and your flushed red cheeks, you and the way the sincere smile turned into a flirtatious and nervous one, while you tried to mask it by biting your lower lip.

“I knew you’d say it first” He cave in with that stupid grin in his face, his dimple making an appearance on his cheek.

“Fuck off” You chuckled as you scotched in even closer, your legs finding their way over his.

“I couldn’t run away from you either” He pointed out, the hand he had on your cheek now on the back of your neck, fingers tangling with your hair.

“Why’s that?” You played dumb now, pushing your body into him, as you sat on top of him, your arms resting on his shoulders, your gaze deep into his.

“Because I might love you too” He played too, following your lead as he pulled you in even closer, your noses touching again.

“MIght?”

“I do”

“I thought so, idiot”

You were both grinning, smiling and laughing all at once.

A weight had been lifted, as you had finally been brave for once, and actually spoke your mind.

It was even better now that he was finally kissing you, his lips gracing yours with that slowness that marked a good meaningful kiss and moment. Only made better by both of your lips curving upwards, still processing what had been said.

It had been more than the first i love you.

It had been a promise.

One that you both intended to keep.

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endofthelinegang · 2 months ago

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a beautiful day in the neighborhood

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ john walker x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ #90 from the prompt list "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏ��°•*⁀➷ angst, flamingo based issues

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The night had already started to cool, the air carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass and the buzz of distant streetlights flickering in the stillness of the neighborhood the two of you decided to walk through wanting to avoid the center of the city. The mission had gone smoothly, in fact it was barely a mission at all just some simple information retrieval, but something between you and John felt off. You could feel it, that tightness that had been building for days now you had not been talking to him as much, not hanging out as often, and it really was not for any particular reason. There was still tension though, and it hung in the air like static before a storm. It wasn’t just about the mission. It was about you two. And in John’s mind it was time to talk about it.

You were walking side by side along the sidewalk, each step punctuated by the sound of your boots hitting the pavement unless you managed to step in one of the little piles of cut grass that had gotten there earlier in the day. The world around you was calm—too calm, almost. A perfect suburban evening, the kind of peacefulness that only made the silence even worse, there was no distracting noise or ominous vibe that something bad was going to happen.

"You don’t get it, do you?" John’s voice was the only sound as he now started walking even closer to you, his words holding more an accusation than a question. He glanced at you sideways and saw that you weren’t even paying attention to him, you were just looking around at the scenery and this made his jaw tighten as if his frustration had built up even more.

You looked at him, brow furrowed. You really couldn’t think of what he was talking about, nothing had happened that would warrant this kind of anger from him. You had a good day, and you had seen him killing it in the workroom before this so you knew he had to be having a half decent day. "What? What don’t I get?"

His shoulders tensed, like he was about to snap, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was trying to keep his cool. "This. Everything. Us."

You rolled your eyes, letting out a breath that sounded more exasperated than you meant. "Great. That clears it up." You kicked a stone off the sidewalk, watching it bounce into the grass.

"You know what I’m talking about," he said, voice lowering, now tinged with frustration. "You’ve been shutting me out. You’ve been—" He broke off, his gaze sharpening. "I’m trying to make things right, but every time we’re together, it’s like you’re a million miles away. Like you're not even here."

That hit harder than you expected. You blinked, trying to keep your face neutral, but the sting of his words crawled under your skin. "I’m here. I’m always here. What do you want from me, John?"

He exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at his sides. "I want you to stop acting like I’m the one who can’t handle this. Like I’m the one who’s always making the wrong choice, always the one who’s too much, too intense, too—"

You cut him off before he could finish his thought, the sharpness of your words surprising even you. "Well, maybe you are too much sometimes! Maybe I’m tired of trying to walk on eggshells around you, trying to figure out whether you’re going to blow up on me, or if you’re just going to disappear into whatever mission or duty or... whatever the hell it is that keeps you from being here with me!"

John froze mid-step, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something darker, like a storm cloud gathering. "That’s what this is about? You think I’m avoiding you? That I don’t want to be with you?"

"You keep shutting me out, John!" Your voice cracked just enough to betray the rawness you’d been keeping buried. "I don’t even know who you are anymore. And I don’t think you do, either."

The words hit the air with a force that left a burning silence in its wake. You were both standing still now, inches apart but worlds away. His jaw clenched, and you could see the muscles in his neck tighten as if he were trying to hold back something—something dangerous, like he was keeping the floodgates shut.

"You think I don’t know who I am?" He stepped toward you, his tone softening just a fraction. "Maybe I’ve been trying too hard to be the guy you want, instead of the guy I am. I—"

You shook your head quickly, anger flaring again. "I don’t want you to change, John. I just want you to be real."

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of the tension building between you. The words were barely formed before they exploded. "So that’s it? You don’t want me to change, but you don’t want to deal with me the way I am either?"

You were so close now, the heat of his frustration radiating off him, but you couldn’t back down. "I can’t do this anymore, John. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not." You threw your hands up in the air, frustration seeping out in every gesture. "I’m not some prize you can just—"

That was when it happened.

His boot hit the plastic flamingo, and with the snap of its neck, the moment of rage shifted in an instant. His fists were already flying, tearing into the flamingo like it was some kind of rival. The ridiculousness of it took a second to register, and before you knew it, you were standing there, watching John, the man you’d been arguing with for the past few minutes, destroying a lawn ornament.

"Jesus Christ, John!" You gaped at him, not sure whether to laugh or shout.

He didn’t answer, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on the inanimate object, a look of pure frustration and anger on his face as he ripped the flamingo from the ground. The plastic gave way with a loud crack, and in that moment, it felt like the world itself stopped spinning.

You took a step back, your breath caught in your throat as neighbors—drawn by the ruckus, by the sound of a grown man literally attacking a lawn decoration—began emerging from their houses. Their faces hovered in the windows and doorways, some even stepping outside, eyes wide, jaws slack in confusion and amusement.

John didn’t seem to notice. He kept swinging, turning the flamingo this way and that as if it were his personal enemy. Every strike echoed down the street, the crunching of plastic a bizarre soundtrack to the building tension.

And then, amid the chaos, a strange calm settled over you. It was quiet. Almost painfully so. The neighbors had all gathered, watching in stunned silence, their faces half-hidden in shadows as they stood just outside their front doors, unsure of whether they were witnessing some kind of therapy session or a crime scene.

It was so ridiculous. So John.

And just like that, the fight—your personal fight—faded into the background.

You stood there for a moment, arms crossed over your chest, staring at him. And without warning, you said it—loud enough for the neighborhood to hear, and loud enough for him to feel every ounce of it.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

John froze. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, the world around you went completely still. The neighbors—the ones watching you, gossiping behind half-closed curtains—seemed to pause with you, their eyes darting between you and John as if the situation couldn’t possibly get more ridiculous.

Then, in a swift motion, he stopped attacking the flamingo, dropped it to the ground like it was suddenly unimportant, and turned toward you. His gaze softened just a fraction, but there was a flicker of something that you couldn’t place.

"You think this is funny?" he asked, voice low, unsure.

"Maybe," you said, your smile teasing, despite the emotions that had been building between the two of you for god knows how long. "Maybe I do."

He took a step toward you, his jaw tight but his eyes searching yours. "You sure about that?"

Your pulse raced in the quiet that followed, the neighbors still watching, probably waiting for the next move, like this was some kind of reality show. They were silent now, waiting, like they were holding their breath.

But you weren’t the one to wait. Without another word, you stepped forward, closing the space between the two of you, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him close.

"You want me to do it in front of everyone?" you said, voice barely above a whisper. "Then I will."

And just like that, the ridiculousness of the situation faded into something else entirely. The kiss was slow at first—awkward, as if neither of you knew how to handle the weight of what had just happened. But then it deepened, almost like it had been building for years, like the moment you two had been fighting against for so long had finally arrived.

You could hear the neighbors gasping, whispering, the sound of their phones clicking as they surely started to record. It wasn’t just a kiss anymore; it was a spectacle. And yet, somehow, it felt like the most intimate thing you’d ever done.

The world blurred, everything else falling away as John’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer, his kiss growing more urgent, desperate. You felt his heart race against yours, his breath hot against your lips as the moment seemed to stretch on, pulling you into something that neither of you could quite explain.

When you pulled back, it was slow, too slow for the circumstances, but you didn’t care.

John’s eyes were still locked on yours, lips parted, chest rising and falling. His voice was rough when he finally spoke.

“Well,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “That was something."

The neighbors were still there, frozen in place, some with their mouths hanging open, others looking away awkwardly, unsure if they should clap or just pretend this wasn’t happening. You barely noticed them as you slid your hand down John’s arm, your fingers tracing his jacket like you were grounding yourself in the moment.

"Yeah," you replied softly. "Something."

That was the last time the flamingo ever saw the light of day.

#john walker x fem! reader #john walker fanfic #john walker imagine #john walker x reader #john walker #us agent x reader #john walker positive post #thunderbolts x you #thunderbolts x reader #thunderbolts #marvel

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scribbledghost · 2 months ago

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Hi!!! I just want to say i am obsessed with your work!! I love all the polyvessels fics ahd the headcanons about each vessel!! I was wondering if you are open to this particular idea i have for vessel and reader.

What if vessel has to go away for a bit for whatever reason (maybe sleep sends him on some kind of mission or he goes in search of something, I'll leave that bit up to you) and reader is super upset and misses him so bad. And when vessel finally comes back to the manor, reader runs into his arms and is so happy he's home but at the same time is like, "What took you so long? I was worried sick!" And there's so much cuddles and kisses and clinging to each other. I would LOVE to read something like that.

Thanks for all that you do!!

Note: are you kidding reunion tropes are some of my favorite I am SO down for this. Also, side note: how we feelin' about Even in Arcadia my dears?

He has been gone for too long.

Sleep had tasked him with a journey, something that would take him far beyond the boundaries of the manor and far from the rest of the vessels.

Far from you.

His travels took him away from the forest, but not beyond its borders. Another pocket in reality, much the same as where the manor resided. However, this one was larger, filled with various chasms, waterfalls, and buildings.

Sleep told him it that was named "Arcadia". That, despite its massive size and structures, there were no people. Only echoes of war between soldiers and creatures long gone.

Vessel's task had been to go and tend to the few nonhuman residents that remained: the flowers and the flamingos. Chief among the latter being a large black flamingo with pink eyes that commandeered the place.

It had taken him longer than expected - at least, that's the impression he was under. Time seemed to work differently in Arcadia than it did in the manor; it seemed less linear. Night would fade into day, only for it to return to night in a matter of minutes, and vice versa. The light seemed to simply change based on what was beneficial to those who were present there.

Through his time in Arcadia, he found himself disquieted by... well, the quiet. His thoughts were solely his own, only sometimes accompanied by Sleep itself giving him guidance or reassurances that you and the others were still well. He desperately missed the background noise of having the connection between himself and the other inhabitants of the manor.

But his mission has been completed. The vegetation is healthy, as are the birds. Sleep informs him that it is time for him to return home, and Vessel is all too eager to comply.

As soon as he steps foot back onto the manor grounds, he feels the shift in the others. He can feel that they sense his presence, and his chest constricts with affection as he senses their elation at his return.

And, as fate would have it, it is you that finds him first.

You run to him, nearly knocking him over as you crash into him. Your arms envelop him in a constricting hold, though the pressure matters little to him as he reciprocates.

"Where have you been!?" you say, no anger to your voice. "I was worried sick!"

"I apologize, beloved," Vessel says softly. "Unfortunately my tenure in Arcadia lasted longer than I had anticipated."

"Yeah, no kidding," you say with a laugh. You pull away from him slightly, just far enough for you to move your hands to his jaw as you bring him in for a kiss.

The others find him (and you) not long after, joining in the embrace until there is one large circle of them on the manor lawn. III has extended his arms to wrap around the entire group, further squeezing the five of you together.

As the day extends on later, the others make many inquiries as to his time away. He hides nothing from them - he has no reason to - instead choosing to answer as best as he is able. Through it all, you are tucked into his side. The two of you cling to each other, grateful for his safe return.

That night, as all of you pile into the same large bed, Vessel shares quiet conversation with you once the others fall asleep.

"Words cannot describe how much I missed you, my heart," he whispers in the dark. "Had it not been for Sleep's reassurances that you were alright, I don't know how I could have managed."

"We worried about you, too," you reply. "Sleep kept telling us you were okay, but you were gone so long..."

"I know. It was not my intention. I simply kept finding things that needed to be uncovered and tended to before I could return."

"I understand. Still, I'm really glad you're home."

"As am I, my love."

Vessel kisses you again, drawing you close to him among the resting bodies of the others. Daylight will find the two of you still entwined, with neither of you making any move to change that.

#vessel x reader #sleep token x reader #ghost scribbles

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thanksbutno98 · 2 years ago

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hey I just wanted to say I absolutely love your stories and you're an amazing writer!

I saw you're having a hard time finding inspiration so maybe something like a really hot and young guy flirts with the reader, John gets really insecure because he's older and reader decides to remind him just how hot he is ;) doesn't have to be nsfw if you're uncomfortable with that.

Anywho, hope you have a wonderful day and can't wait to read anything you come up with

Jealousy

John Price x fem!reader

Authors Note: thank you so much for your wonderful idea! I used a bit of inspiration form another request to write this. It’s a bit of a dive back into the start of John and Indy’s relationship. This post was giving me such a hard time to post so it’s not my best quality purely based off frustration.

Summary: A day of shopping with your children turns awry when John Price meets your ex for the first time.

Warnings: sexual themes, mention of cheating, insecurities, severely not edited.

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Silky fabric slipped through your fingers as you continued to pushed clothes aside. The hangers scraped against the cool metal hanging racks as you searched for the appropriate size. Pulling out the white Hawaiian shirt that was decorated in pineapples you turned to your husband with a bright smile. Holding it up and seeing if it suited him.

You could see John was trying to light the shirt ablaze with his fiery gaze. He knew better than to argue with you over clothes since you constantly told him how poor his fashion sense was. Begging him to branch out a bit from flannels, quarter zips, and plain t-shirts and jeans.

Looking him over with the shirt still in hand you shook your head and frowned. It wasn’t the right one so you continued your search for some pleasant beach attire for your husband. John sighed in relief not having fallen victim to you dressing him up. Although those obnoxious light blue swim trunks with flamingos on them were going to find there way back on a hanger when you weren’t looking.

Today was the day you had dragged your whole family out to go shopping. The kids needed new clothes and you needed a few odds and ends. The department store had everything you could think of and your husband was dreading it along with his son. This meant you would end up with things that weren’t even on your list, like a shirt for John. He had half a mind to go look at the power tools since you were getting out of hand.

John was dressed in jeans and a fitted black quarter zip that he had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. His facial hair was freshly manicured and he smelled of cedar and spearmint. Lily was strapped into the baby carrier on his chest and babbling away, occasionally tugging on John’s facial hair which would make him wince but he didn’t do much about it.

Evelyn and Jj had been subjected to try on outfit after outfit. Evelyn loved every second of it. Strutting around and modeling the clothes for you all. Jj on the other hand was entering into an age where he hated everything you picked out for him. Deciding to let him choose his own clothes which you and John were internally cringing at. He was getting his sense of style from his father which wasn’t saying much. So far Jj insisted on camouflage cargo pants, a jean jacket and kept looking through hats unable to find one he loved.

The tapping of small feet caught your attention as you watched your daughter zoom through the clothing racks. She had her favorite red sweatshirt on and galaxy leggings. You had let her and Jj roam around the toy and video game section while you and John finished up the shopping.

“Can I get this?” Evelyn was holding up a small Lego set.

It was the Harry Potter hospital set that your daughter had been eyeing for months. You thought about it for a moment seeing no problem with spending the money since you had gotten a hefty bonus at work. The word ‘yes’ was on the tip of your tongue but before you could say a word your husband interjected.

“No. You hardly pick up your legos as is.” John had a straight face and you knew exactly what was on his mind.

The previous night John had stepped on a stray Lego in the living room. You could have sworn he had gotten shot with how he hollered in pain. The man complained so much he claimed they were more effective than landmines or he could start using them as shrapnel in grenades. You could only roll your eyes at his dramatics and asked in a condescending way if he needed a med evac. You two ended up bickerimg about it until you both realized how childish you were being. Ending up cuddling on the couch and making up from the silly spat by taking turns rubbing the others feet.

“But it would be so cool if Danny came over and put it together with me.” Evelyn pleaded with her father. Taking the box and showing him and then babbling about how cool it looked.

You watched as John’s eye twitched in annoyance. Evelyns new best friend was a boy named Danny who just moved in down the street. They had become thick as thieves and played every day they could and rode their bikes around together. It was cute because the boy had the biggest crush on your daughter and the first two times he had come over he had a flower for you and one for Evelyn. It was common to see him a few times a week he even had dinner with you from time to time and Evelyn would at his house too.

Dannys father joked about young love which John did not appreciate. Shooting the comment down and saying his daughter wasn’t in love. You later lectured John to stop being overprotective the two kids were seven it was an innocent crush that you weren’t even sure your daughter reciprocated. It had gone so far Jj was becoming skeptical of Danny and you were convinced John told your son to keep an eye on the young boy so there was ‘no funny buisness’ as John liked to say.

“Why don’t you put it in the carriage for now. We’ll think on it. Look at me Evie that doesn’t mean yes.” You were bending down to her level to make it clear to your daughter. She smiled sweetly then gave you her signature puppy dog face.

“Okay, mummy! Can I keep looking at the toys?” She asked, her small hands clasped as she swayed back and forth looking incredibly cute.

“Go for it.” You laughed and watched as she skipped away from you and your husband, leaving the clothing section and going off to explore.

“You’re spoiling her.” John reminded you.

“I know but I can’t help it. We both grew up with so little don’t you want to see them have the things that we could never have?” You asked batting your eyes up at your husband. It was now your mission to get him to agree with buying this Lego set.

John’s stern expression faltered for a moment. Seeing you all doe eyed and looking up at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars had his heart rate picking up slightly. You were so pretty with your hair tied back and in the scoop neck, long sleeve sweater dress, that hugged your body perfectly. John loved being as tall as he was because it gave a perfect vantage point to see right down your dress and admire your cleavage. That’s when John realized what you were doing and his eyes narrowed. Your arms were pressing your breasts together in an attempt to seduce him. You were trying to play him and get what you wanted by using your feminine charm, and it almost worked.

“You’re tricks aren’t going to work on me today.” John quipped. You pretended to be disappointed, pouting slightly and sighing in a pathetic way as if you’d been beaten.

“Am I wrong though?” You asked in mock sadness. John could only chuckle at your display. A smile peaking through your charade.

“No, you’re not. But if we buy it she should do some extra things around the house to earn it.” Wrapping his arm around your shoulders John pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. You smiled brightly up at him.

“Fair enough.” Your words were chipper. Standing on your toes and kissing John’s cheek sweetly and giving him a seductive wink. You giggled as your husband slyly grabbed a handful of your ass.

“I’m going to go look at a few more things if you wanna take a walk.” With a smile you pointed in the direction of beauty department.

“Yeah, hopefully a walk will put this little one to sleep.” John peered down at Lilly who was staring at him and blinking slowly, her eyes clearly heavy.

You and John walked out of the clothes section and parted ways. John took the carriage and looked over his shoulder so he could check out your ass as you walked away. That’s when John noticed a group of about five university aged boys pointing at his darling wife clearly enamored by you. One of the boys gestured in a way that made it seem like your ass was perfectly round, which John agreed it was but still he didn’t like anyone else noticing. Another shoved a tall lanky kid as if to get him to go up and talk to you but you were already gone. John memorized their faces in case he needed to do anything about their crude behavior. When they saw John staring they were quick to shuffle away.

It always made John incredibly angry when other men ogled you or acted in a perverted way. The fact you were beautiful and sexy as hell was one of the reasons John couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He benefited from it greatly and you were just as enamored by him. That didn’t stop the wariness John felt.

There had been multiple occasions when men had cornered you or made you feel threatened and it sickened John. Your sweet nature usually got you into a bit of trouble with gross men and your feisty attitude could only go so far. It was concerning at times.

By the time you made it to the beauty section your phone had dinged. Opening the new text message from your husband you laughed out loud.

‘Those uni boys were checking out your ass. Let me know if you need back up.’

‘Only you can handle all this ;)’ You texted back.

You giggled as you typed away on your phone. John responded with a simple ‘ok’ which wasn’t surprising. That man was a horrible texter and couldn’t be bothered to learn how tone works through text. You went back to searching for the brand of deodorant you liked and then makeup wipes. It didn’t take long before you were heading to the toy section to gather both your children and go find John.

“Y/N?” A distantly familiar voice called your name. You knew that voice you just couldn’t quite place who’s it was. Turning your eyes immediately fell to your husband about 15 yards away who was waving and pointing down at Lily to signal she had fallen asleep. But it wasn’t John’s voice you heard. Turning slightly your eyes became as big as saucers. In front of you stood Hugh your ex boyfriend from right before you met John.

Hugh looked almost exactly the same only aged a bit. His curly jet black hair was gelled back, a single curl coming loose and falling just above his eyebrow. He was dressed in jeans, work boots, and a leather jacket. That’s when you remembered he rode a moter cycle. It was strange seeing bits of grey in his hair and lines on his forehead. His green eyes were still bright and he still stood much taller than you. With outstretched arms he motioned for a hug, his body still looking toned and athletic. It had you feeling strange that he was still so handsome. That’s when the thought of who he was as a person came flooding back.

You couldn’t help the sour face you gave him. The smile on his face dropping as he realized you weren’t happy to see him after so many years. With an awkward laugh Hugh slowly dropped his arms to his side.

“You’re still a knockout, Y/N. I’m sorry for how shitty things ended. I was a real prick.” The way he complimented your appearance with his thick Yorkshire accent didn’t come off crude and that was his type of charm. Flirting in the most innocent way that could be misconstrued as friendliness. It made your skin crawl.

“Honestly I’m happy you were a prick. I wouldn’t have met my husband if you weren’t.” You gave him a forced smile. It felt better to show off your happiness than to show how much you didn’t want to see him.

“Oh, woah. Congrats, that’s amazing for you. He’s a lucky guy.” Hugh looked you up and down again his eyes lingering a second to long on your chest. You didn’t know it but he was wondering how your breasts had gotten so much bigger.

“I am.” John’s thick voice cut in, a bit more gravely than usual. He sounded like he did after chain smoking or when he first woke up in the morning.

John wasn’t too sure how intimidating he looked with a sleeping baby strapped to his chest or a carriage filled with pink and purple clothing for Evelyn and a breast pump since yours broke the previous day.

When John saw you look this guy up and down, frown and then give a snarky expression so openly, he was hustling over. John had no clue who this man was or what he said but John was still on guard from the university boys from earlier. It also didn’t help this man is what he thought most women would consider conventionally attractive.

“Holly shit. You’re a mum?” The look of surprise made John’s grip tighten on the carriage.

“Yeah, John and I have three. John, this is Hugh. Hugh, John.” You gave John a simple smile eyes communicating everything as you held contact for a second longer than usual. John had heard the name before having told about this long ago while you two were only first dating.

“Nice, to meet you mate.” You watched as they shook hands and you knew they were both death gripping the others. John was instantly pissed off to have this prick trying to grip his hand so tightly. Maybe you had a type. Over protective, calm and collected, tall, British men. Sprinkle in a little bit of a prideful ego and a need for dominance.

“Seem surprised, Y/N’s a mum.” John couldn’t help but challenge Hugh’s former comment. His eyes were narrowed and you could see them both standing a bit straighter and sizing the other up. You wanted to roll your eyes at these two who were getting into a pissing contest. You were married for Christ sake it’s not like there was anything to worry about. John had his ‘claim’ over you, it was sitting on your ring finger and strapped to his chest.

“Ah, she just didn’t want kids I thought.” Hugh said a bit hesitantly. It was a rude thing to say in front of your husband. If violence was an option you would have smacked him. You always wanted kids just not with him.

“You didn’t want kids?” Jj’s voice interrupted you all. A cold shiver ran up your spine and your skin felt hot. Turning you saw your boy with a baseball cap on backwards.

“No, no. Of course I wanted you.” There was no hesitation as you went to hug your son.

“Ew, not in public mum.” Jj stepped away giving you an annoyed look. Then giving the random man you were talking to a dirty one since his father looked like he wanted to kill the guy.

“Well, it was-“ you paused for a second trying to find the right word.

“Surprising, to see you.” You shot a forced smile over your shoulder. Hugh caught the hint and nodded with a tight lipped smile to John, then you and walked away.

“Who was that?” Jj asked giving you a pointed look.

“An old uni friend of your mums.” John explained. It was a round about way of saying it. You had met Hugh at the end of your doctoral program and dated for awhile. The break up happened the week before you went on that dig where you met John.

It was a messy break up and you were ready when it ended. The constant fighting, lack of trust, and his controlling nature was why you ended things and Hugh didn’t react in a way you were expecting. Immediately sleeping with the girl he told you there was no need to worry about out of spite. Then begging for you two to get back together and give him another chance.

It lasted a few years before he stopped reaching out at random times. He would wish you happy birthday or ask if you were free for dinner. You had answered a few times at the very beginning when John was dragging his feet about wanting to date you and be single due to his job. Once you realized you had fallen in love with John you stopped answering any phone call, email, or text. Ending with Hugh showing up at your door a week after John ended things with you and that was the last night you saw him. Choosing to ignore any form of communication after that in hopes to get yourself to stop going down the self destructive path you ended up on.

“Lets get Evie it’s time to go.” John gave Jj a reassuring look but wouldn’t look you in the eye.

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“John, please stop giving me the cold shoulder.” You were standing at the foot of your bed blocking your husbands view of the tv.

“I’m not.” John said simply with a shrug. Then grabbing his book off the nightstand so he could read since you were blocking the tv.

“John, what’s bugging you?” You asked knowing for a fact it had to be running into Hugh.

“Nothing.” John muttered in a clearly annoyed tone.

“Fine.” You sighed. Getting into bed you laid on your side with your back turned to your husband.

Since you ran into Hugh at the department store John had wanted little to do with you. Jj asked if you were fighting and John told him ‘no’ and then continued to keep his distance. It had been one word answers and a complete lack of eye contact. John sat outside for the majority of the evening smoking cigars.

John stared down at the book in his hands, not actually reading. His mind had been racing since the name Hugh came out of your mouth. John knew you had slept with Hugh once after you met John. It was when John told you he didn’t want anything serious and you should see other people; breaking your heart and leaving you devastated and lonely. You hadn’t done anything wrong but John was incredibly self conscious that you sought out male affection during your three month break up while he couldn’t get you out of his head.

John was incapable of looking at another woman sexually let alone romantically during that time and he never understood why you did what you did, but now it made sense. Hugh was leagues better looking than John thought he was and time seemed to not affect him as drastically as it did John. Insecurity and jealousy had found its way into John’s mind as he questioned if he was as attractive as you said he was.

The thing that continued to naw at John’s brain was how much older he looked standing next to you and your former lover. John didn’t feel inadequacy often but tonight he was plagued by it. Thoughts of you once in that man’s arms and how he looked at you, all these years later as if you had seen each other only a week ago. If John hadn’t been such a fool Hugh would have never found his way into your bed that last time.

“So you really only slept with him that once while we were broken up?” John asked the question before realizing he was speaking. John cringed as he watched you sit up rapidly giving him a shocked and clearly hurt expression. John wanted to take the question back as soon as he realized he was talking.

“You think I’d lie about something like that?” A pain clanged in your heart at your husbands question. After being married for as long as you were did he really have that little trust in you.

“No, I just. . . Don’t see why you continued to wait for me when he’s clearly a very attractive man.” John tried to reason as if his question was appropriate. You were even more offended that John was thinking you were that shallow.

“Well first off I wasn’t waiting for you like some lost puppy. I was trying to get over you because you ended things between us. Secondly, I was and continue to be in love with you. I chose to tell you what happened because full honesty is important to me. I didn’t tell you so you could question my loyalty years later.” The words came spilling out and you were far from nice as you practically hissed them at John; who was staring back at you as stoic as ever. Normally you could get a read on him but you had no clue what was going on in his head.

“I’m not questioning your loyalty or calling you a liar.” John rolled his eyes making your blood boil.

“Well it sure feels like it. Then what are you asking?” You snapped, face flushed with anger. You were embarrassed to even be talking about this. The only man you thought about in that way was your husband and you didn’t want to drag up that old humiliating memory. You were still mortified that you allowed your self respect to get that low and allow Hugh into your apartment that night let alone your body.

There was a long lapse of silence as you watched the gears turn in your husbands head. It was clear John was stewing over something else and going this roundabout way to get there. John tended to do this when he really had some strong or hurt feelings about something. It was as if he was incapable of just spitting it out and being straightforward about whatever was on his mind. Which you assumed was that he thought you might have cheated all those years ago. Only that wasn’t the case for John.

“Why me? Over him? He’s good looking enough, clearly smart since you met through uni, and isn’t in the god damn military. And he certainly doesn’t look as worn and aged as me.” John practically barked the words out at you. It was clear he was angry, you weren’t sure with who, as he told you what was on his mind.

“Wait.” You held you hand up and closed your eyes trying to gather your thoughts. This was not about John thinking you were unfaithful all those years ago. John actually though Hugh would have been a better romantic choice for you over him; and that stunned you.

“Why did I choose you over Hugh?” You asked again to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yeah. And be honest. I want the whole truth.” John said forcefully. He was holding his breath not sure if he actually wanted to hear the truthful answer. Maybe you had just settled for John because Hugh got the shag he wanted and then disappeared after. Maybe you were filled with regret and wondered what your life could have been.

“Because Hugh is a condescending, manipulative, asshole. Who never actually cared about me. He just wanted to control what I wore, who I was friends with and never once supported my career.” You took a deep breath before you spoke again. Laying the angry words to rest so you could really get John to listen to you. Taking John’s hand you turned so you were facing him and sitting criss cross, your eyes locked on his sad baby blues.

“I fell so hard and madly in love with you that day you took me to our first football match. I never stopped loving you even when you broke up with me. I loved you far longer than you did me and I don’t regret it for a second. When you ask why I didn’t end up with Hugh it’s simple. He wasn’t you. I’ve only ever wanted you, John.” You couldn’t help the emotion that came pouring out of you as you told your husband something you thought he already knew. Those times in your early relationship were always so uncertain yet you took the chance and loved him whole hearted. Even when he didn’t do the same for you.

“I love you, darling.” John sighed out the breath he was holding. Squeezing your hand and feeling the insecurity begin to wash away at you pouring your heart out for him. You were right. You had loved him far longer than he deserved and now he was questioning that all because he was self conscious of his greying hair.

“You’ve got me for life. And I want you to know I have yet to meet a man that is half as perfect for me as you.” Your honeysuckle words had John visibly relaxing. A small smile dusting across his lips.

“I’m sorry for questioning you. Just don’t know how you like sleeping with a prune like me.” John admitted. Finally able to tell you in his own way he was self conscious due to his appearance.

“Like? I love getting to have a sexy bear of a man like you all over me. Have you seen yourself naked?” You brought your fingers to your mouth and did a ‘chefs kiss’ so signify how delicious John was. John couldn’t help but laugh knowing you really did mean it.

“Facial hairs still not too much?” He asked.

“How could I have a mustache ride without it?” You flirted shamelessly. The ego boost you were giving your husband had something stirring awake in his sweatpants. You could see the confidence coming back to your husband so you pushed just a little bit more. Moving in closer you rested your chin on John’s toned and broad shoulders.

“Or maybe it’s your huge cock.” You whispered seductively into John’s ear.

“I am pretty lucky aren’t I?” John turned his pupils blown and all former insecurity forgotten.

“I think the same thing about myself.” You said smugly. Only a few centimeters separating the pair of you.

“You’re really going to feel the same when I’m a crotchety old man?” John asked sincerely getting a wicked smile form you in return.

“You’ll be my old man. I’ll love you until the day I die. Walker and all.” The sweet tone and honest nature of your words had John falling even more in love with you.

“Get over here.” John’s arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close. You took the opportunity to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. With splayed hands on your back you held each other in a tight embrace.

“Now, how about I show just how good looking you are.” You purred kissing down John’s bare neck.

“Oh really?” A gruff groan left John’s throat as you began to grind down on his stiffened length.

“Think you can keep up old man?” You teased. A squeal leaving you as John quickly flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress.

“Oh no, darling. I’m going to have my way with you until all you can say in my name.”

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skeletalheartattack · 9 months ago

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whatta heall? mwho are you? im going o atackk you fortevetr

you think you can survive?

#ask #anon #this was a lot funnier in my head for some reason #context is just that my flamingos name is based off Gelato Beach from Mario Sunshine #and ive only got the one sketch of him right now so the entirety of Gelato Beach will have to fight in his steed #can you survive my onslaught of red and blue cataquacks? or my pungelos? or my big giant wiggler?#anyway thank you for the ask anon :) not the violence part that's not very nice....#this is just my flamingo sona. Gelato. i mainly wanted to see how good he looked as an icon and tumblr was another of my testing grounds #first discord. then steam. now tumblr.

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yanderecrazysie · 8 months ago

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Twisted Zoo Ending Three: Flying the Coop

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

I am no longer doing tags. Tumblr hates me and I’d rather not waste my time when there are so many! You can keep up to date on Twisted Zoo on Tumblr, Quotev, Wattpad, or AO3.

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Note: For Tumblr, the mature version of the endings (the afterendings) will begin sometime after I finish all the normal endings.

Note 2: Tumblr was originally told that all the birds would have one ending, but I have decided to split them up into three endings (The Price of Beauty and Birds of a Feather alongside this one)

The sky was overcast today, your sunny mood not matching the dark gray, cloudy sky. As you approached the dome where the birds resided, you decided to check on the damage.

You still found it hard to believe the birds had made any damage to metal. But surely Mr. Crowley wouldn’t lie to you.

There were guards stationed outside the area of the dome that had been damaged. A white tarp fluttered in the cold breeze, making it impossible for you to see the extent of what the birds had done.

The guards gave you a respectful nod as you passed by. Their eyes didn’t seem to leave you, even as you walked farther and farther away. You shook off the thought, assuming you were imagining things after everything Mr. Crowley had said.

You opened the door to the dome and immediately noticed the difference in the air. Tense, as though something was coiling tightly around you, ready to snap. You looked towards the damage but another white tarp covered the entire area. The rest of the enclosure was the same- the marsh where the flamingos lived, the bright green grassy expanse for the peacocks, and the individual cages for the-

Where was Deuce, Ace, and Trey? The raven, parrot, and owl’s cages were all empty, the doors ripped off their hinges. The bird houses were covered in deep scars, as if talons had scratched every inch of the wood.

And then you spotted them.

Ace gave you an enthusiastic wave, but Deuce and Trey remained serious, all three staring at you. Even from a distance, you could see their pupils were blown wide. Something was wrong with them.

With a gulp, you tried to force your legs to move, but you were frozen between approaching them and seeing what was wrong or fleeing. The trio began approaching you and your heart stopped in your chest altogether.

“Hey, (Y/n),” Ace said with a wide grin, his sharp eyes locked on you without blinking even once, “Did you come to check out the damage?”

You nodded despite your fear, feeling a shiver run up your spine as Trey and Deuce split off and began to circle you. Their wings were tucked tightly to their bodies, but occasionally twitched as though they wanted to spread them.

“Have you done any more damage?” you managed to ask.

Trey smiled pleasantly, “Would you believe us if we said ‘no’?”

Deuce, who was normally quiet, spoke up, “No harm meant. We want more space.”

“Space?” You looked at them curiously, trying to ignore the twisting in your stomach, “Why would you need more space?”

As soon as the question left your lips you felt stupid. Ace laughed, “Birds aren’t meant to be in cages. Do you think we’re supposed to stay in the little spaces Crowley and his goons made for us?”

“Isn’t that what you agreed to?” you asked.

“We were happy with it… until now,” Ace explained, “But we’ve grown restless ever since you arrived.”

You glanced back at the enclosure door and instead was met with the sight of a smirking Trey. He had positioned himself between you and the only exit. Before you could truly panic, Deuce was wrenching your arms behind your back and clapping a hand over your mouth.

Trey gave you a closed-eyed smile, “We want to talk.” He opened his eyes, his smile twisting into a devious smirk, “About you coming with us.”

Deuce’s thumb brushed circles against your cheek, trying to soothe you, while Ace gave you an earnest look, “What’s the point of escaping if you aren’t with us?”

So it wasn’t really about escaping- it was about claiming you. Mr. Crowley’s speech came back to you. “They will especially latch on to anyone who shows them true kindness.”

You tried to pull your wrists free and began to frantically shake your head. You managed to slip from Deuce’s grasp over your mouth and wailed, “Come with you? Are you crazy? I can’t just-”

“Actually, you can,” Ace snickered, “After all, you don’t have a choice in the matter.” He leaned in close, his voice a conspiratorial whisper as a hunger swirled in his overblown pupils, “We’ve been working on this escape for a while, and guess what, sweetheart? Today’s the day.”

You began to squirm in Deuce’s ironclad grip, “I’m not going anywhere with you guys! I’m just a researcher- I didn’t sign up for this. Help! Security! Please! HELP!”

Ace laughed loudly, “They won’t help you, trust me.” His stare became a bit more gentle, “Look, you’ve been taking care of us for so long, now it’s our turn to care for you.”

Deuce’s wings twitched with barely restrained excitement, “Don’t fight. Be a good girl.”

“Yeah,” Ace agreed with a wicked grin, “We went through all this trouble because we love you! Isn’t that sweet?”

“Sweet?” you wailed, “It’s insanity, that’s what this is! Now let me go before you get in trouble!”

“Trouble? In trouble with who?” Ace tilted his head, pretending to be confused, “No, no, you have it wrong, silly. We’re not the ones who will be in trouble.”

“Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” A tear trickled down your cheek as you began to thrash in Deuce’s grip, “I’m really sorry!”

Deuce leaned in to your ear, “You not need to be sorry.”

Trey spoke up behind you, “We’ll be free. All of us.”

Ace picked up a vine from the floor and motioned for Deuce to hand you over. You let out a scream for help, but when you looked towards the guards outside the dome, you realized they hadn’t so much as flinched.

No one was coming to save you.

As soon as your wrists were bound tightly, Trey took flight, his talons quickly curling into your shoulders and under your arms. Ace and Deuce joined him in the air and you were lifted off the ground.

There was no point in screaming anymore and your voice hurt. Instead, you cried softly to yourself as the bird halflings blew through the white tarps like they weren’t even there. The damage was so extensive that it was basically a giant hole for them to fly easily through.

From the ground, Mr. Crowley waved goodbye to you, a smile on his face as though he was pleased to see you being dragged into the sky.

The gloomy sky finally matched your mood.

#yandere #yandere x reader #twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #deuce spade #yandere deuce #yandere ace #ace trappola #trey clover #yandere trey

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bamgyuuuri · 6 months ago

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⤷ perfectly strange ┈ cyj.

sypnosis. your boyfriend, yeonjun, was weird—not in a joking way, no, the man was genuinely strange. even so, you wouldn’t want him any other way.

pairings and tags. boyfriend!choi yeonjun x fond!reader (f/m) . established relationship . fluff . yeonjun is straight up weird but in an adorable way . domestic fluff. humor (i tried)

word count. 1.1k

short note … based off of that one trend from twt hehe,, also okay maybe it's not exactly a Drabble drabble but still ^_^ just an appreciation fic for this man because i genuinely love him and his little quirks so much sigh yeonjun please never ever change your ways

your boyfriend, yeonjun, was weird. no, not the kind of weird you’d casually call quirky or charming, but genuinely strange in a way that made you both laugh and wonder how on earth he ended up in your life. it wasn’t just his random acts or the way he would suddenly burst into song at the most unexpected times; it was his whole vibe.

yeonjun had a knack for making even the most mundane moments feel like an adventure, turning every day into something full of surprises. his oddball antics made life with him feel like a never-ending comedy show, and somehow, you found yourself completely in love and utterly smitten with his unpredictability.

it wasn’t unusual to find him in the middle of the living room, wiggling his body like a noodle to some beat only he could hear. the music was in his head, but you could see it in the way his shoulders jerked in a rhythmic dance, the way his legs would shuffle like he was about to break into a full-on jig. you couldn’t help but stare, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to figure out whether he was serious or not. but yeonjun? he was dead serious, as if this impromptu performance was the most natural thing in the world.

“jjunie,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “what on earth are you doing?”

without missing a beat, he’d stop mid-dance, flash you a goofy grin, and respond with utter confidence, “oh, you know, just... feeling the beat.” then, he’d continue his weird little dance, making it seem as if the world around him didn’t exist. but despite how odd his little dance was, he still somehow made it look good.

the fun didn’t stop there, though. yeonjun’s talents extended to something as simple as charades. while most people would act out words with subtle gestures or nods, yeonjun’s version of charades was nothing short of a one-man theater performance; his facial expressions were exaggerated, his body movements outlandish, and the absurdity of it all was contagious. you would watch as he pretended to be a flamingo trying to fly or an octopus attempting to play basketball—his face contorting in the silliest of ways.

“you’re an absolute menace,” you’d tease him, struggling to hold back your laughter. and he’d just grin like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked, yet not minding one bit as long as he sees you break into a smile.

there was a time, though, when he completely outdid himself.

the time he decided to “spice up” your evening by transforming the living room into a “romantic candlelit dinner.” it wasn’t that he lacked the intention; he’d thoughtfully placed a dozen candles around the room, but it was the way he did it that had you in stitches.

instead of lighting them properly, he’d taken the easy route and used a lighter, resulting in one candle that was slightly lopsided, another that had wax dripping down in bizarre angles, and a third that was already flickering out. the best part? yeonjun was sitting cross-legged on the floor, smiling and watching in complete seriousness as if he’d just planned the most sophisticated, luxurious dinner.

“you know,” you said, fighting a smile, “i’m surprised the place hasn’t burnt down yet.”

yeonjun’s face lit up with his trademark smile. “hey, it looks good! and that’s the charm of it! i thought it was… avant-garde.”

you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, giggling fondly as you sat next to him. “don’t worry. i think it looks amazing.”

it was in moments like these, when you were sitting on the floor with him, laughing about his latest dinner date experiment, that you realized just how much you absolutely adored him; his quirks, his goofy nature, and his ability to make even the simplest things feel special—all of it was what made him, him.

yet, as goofy and strange as yeonjun was, there was so much more to him. beneath his ridiculous exterior was a person full of warmth, kindness, and tenderness. yeonjun had this rare ability to balance his silliness with the kind of love that made you feel completely seen and heard.

when you were feeling down or exhausted, he would always know exactly how to cheer you up—whether it was by making you laugh with one of his absurd antics or by simply sitting beside you, holding your hand, and letting you know that everything would be okay.

whenever you had a bad day, yeonjun would show up with your favorite snack, a cup of tea, or even just a comforting smile. he’d sit next to you, ask what was bothering you, and listen intently without judgment. he had this incredible way of making you feel understood, of making you feel like you mattered in ways that few others could. there was no need for grand gestures. sometimes, just the way he looked at you was enough to make you feel loved.

and when you didn’t feel your best, yeonjun would never rush you or make you feel like a burden. he’d quietly wrap you in his arms, letting you know that he was there for you no matter what. he was patient, always willing to listen, and never pressured you to talk if you weren’t ready. but when you did talk, he always listened with the utmost attention, validating your feelings and offering support in the gentlest way possible.

you’d often find him surprising you with little things—making you a cup of hot chocolate on a cold evening, sending you a playlist of songs that reminded him of you and your time together, or even tidying up the apartment just because he knew it would make your day easier.

it was in those moments, when you least expected it, that you saw how deeply he loves you and cares for you. yeonjun was constantly thinking of ways to make your life a little brighter, and it made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“do you need anything?” he’d ask, his voice soft but full of concern. and you’d smile, knowing that you didn’t just have a boyfriend in him—you had someone who loved you wholeheartedly, someone who made your happiness his priority.

even though he could be so ridiculously strange, in the most endearing way possible, there was never any doubt in your mind that yeonjun was the person you wanted by your side. his kindness, his humor, and his ability to make you laugh through the toughest times were gifts you cherished deeply. he made the ordinary extraordinary, and his love made every day a little brighter.

you would chuckle, the sound warm and full of affection. “you really are a weird one.”

he’d smile so brightly that your heart would swell with love for him. “i’m your weird one,” he’d say, as if that was the best thing he could be.

and he was. he truly was your weird one. your sweet, goofy, thoughtful, and incredibly loving yeonjun.

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