I Tried My Best - Blog Posts

I wanted to challenge myself a little so I decided to do this study of tron! I’m proud of the lighting.😁 👾

Doodled my Fnaf plushes

don’t mention the negative space

So lets put our differences behind us. For science. You monster.

I made a promise to myself this year that I'd 1:draw my sona more and 2: commit to making a comic explaining my sona's lore

I know some of this isn't the best, but I'm pretty proud of the whole!

Also, this is only up to page 10. I got another page coming...

I made a promise to myself this year that I'd 1:draw my sona more and 2: commit to making a comic explaining my sona's lore

I know some of this isn't the best, but I'm pretty proud of the whole!

Also, this is only up to page 10. I got another page coming...

got bored and redesigned momo's hero custom

:)

HAPPY WRIGGLING DAY FOR OUR CRAB BOY!!

Welp, I caved. I tried my hand at an Ena oc, enjoy.

@onthefranch this is for you because I absolutely love your little Merasmus! 

Husk the only Hazbin Hotel character I know how to draw, I'm not sure if this is accurate. I had a screenshot open while drawing him, but he seems kinda off? I don't really care it was fun to make this

I decided to make this mainly because my last post about Hazbin hotel was very negative, but that's because I was talking about specifically the bad side of the fandom. Also any excuse to draw Husk will be accepted, he's my favorite.

Mitsuba

For @juu-su

.....

My first request :OO

Tysmmm juu-su🥹

I loved working on it

Time spent :1:50 hours ibispaint

2-3(?)hours medibang

(i m slow ok .... :')

"HEY! That mokke took all of my candy......"

I made a tumblr for the sole purpose to post/share this little fanart of @lovelyelbowleech ‘s fic War Games! I drew Zuko and Sokka on Dumpling —not any specific moment, but I did draw zuko with season 3 length hair and with earth kingdom clothing, and sokka with his wolf tail and his usual water tribe clothes

It’s definitely not the best fanart out there, but it’s the first fanart I’ve drawn of zukka and Alta overall, and I’m quite proud of it :) The All’s Fair series are the first Atla/Zukka fic I’ve read and goddamn, it’s amazing, and I’m loving it, I’ve never read a fic over 200k words before, and I’m surprised I’ve gotten through it, and I can’t wait for the rest of the fic!

hii! i'd like to request a steve x fem!reader fix please :> so it's a soulmate au fic and i've seen an idea about the first sentence they're going to say to you is written on you. maybe it will turn into gold when it's said to you with a tingling feeling so you know he's your soulmate. and as steve works at family video, for reader, it's a spoiler of a movie line about a character dying maybe, but she doesn't know that, so she says that that's what the death or dying part in her line said. so like a meet cute maybe thank youu <33

This is such a cute concept! I hope you liked it! This is the second time attempting to post this so hopefully it works this time

Requests are open

Word count: 600

When a person turns ten years old, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them appears on their wrist. Once those words are said, they turn gold. Some people say they got a tingling feeling shoot up their arm, others say they feel a warm feeling settles deep in their chest. But everyone always says they feel a massive amount of relief when they find their person.

Though some people never find their person and are destined to be alone. And that’s what Y/N thought for herself. She never thought she would find her person. Until one hot day in Family Video

~*~

Y/N walked into Family Video, sighing in relief to be out of the blistering head. July in Hawkins was like walking on the face of the sun. In short, it was hell. Wiping sweat from her forehead, Y/N walked further into the fantasy section, hearing a girl yell out,

“Welcome to Family Video. Let us know if we can help in any way.” Y/N continued on her way, picking up movies every now and then to read the description, only to put them back down. She wanted to find the perfect movie she can watch over and over so she doesn’t have to leave the comfort of her A/C-cooled apartment until this heat wave passes Hawkins, which wouldn’t be for another week. So Y/N was on a mission to find the best movie this store had to offer.

Across the store, Steve and Robin stood behind the checkout counter, each fiddling with their own fan, Steve out of anxiety, Robin out of boredom.

“I’m telling you, Rob, I’m destined to be alone for all my miserable life!” Steve said to his platonic soulmate. Steve thunked his head down onto the counter, Robin wincing at the force of the smack, running her hand through Steve’s hair.

“And this is why you’re a dingus. You’re only twenty years old, Steve. You have plenty of time to find her.” Robin replies, sighing again when Steve grunts. “Well, I’m going on break, help this customer out please.” Robin says, walking to the back.

Y/N walks up to the counter, setting her movies down and smiling up at Steve. He gives her a smile back, looking at what movies she picked out.

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.” Steve says, smiling at the tapes in front of him.

“W-what?” Y/N asks, a tingle shooting up her arm. Steve’s smile falters, looking back up from the counter.

“It’s from the movie.” Is all Steve replies with. He gets a warm feeling settling in his chest, prompting him to look down at his soulmate words, seeing them glowing gold, a slight glow lighting up his face. “It’s you! You’re my soulmate!” Steve exclaimed happily. Y/N’s smile widened, flinging her arms around Steve, and pulling him into a hug.

“I never thought I would find you. I’m so happy I finally found you!” Y/N cried, burying her face in Steve’s neck. Steve let out a joyful laugh, pressing a kiss to the crown of Y/N’s head.

“Hang on, wait right here. I’m going to see if Robin will cover the rest of my shift so I can stay with you. Get to know each other.” Steve smiled, letting go of Y/N to go find Robin and tell her the news.

Y/N thought she would be leaving Family Video with only a few movies, not with her soulmate.

Funny how life works somehow…

Loona - Helluva boss

*microwaves your Siffrin*

bone and marrow; cut and served

word count: 2.4K content warnings: i think this one works better without too specific warnings, but general content warning for heavy yandere content and everything that comes with that, including kidnapping, torture, explicit physical abuse, drugging and so on. ← NOT kidding please heed the warnings

a/n: wanted to try something a different style since i think my dialogue could use some improvement. so this is 100% dialogue and is meant to read like a dialogue script!

Ah, y-you're back… You're… finally back…

…Paid? You got… paid? Did you… are you selling me off to someone else? O-oh, you mean my ransom finally got paid… by my family…

Right, you did mention that…

…

…You're not going to hit me for disobeying you, or forgetting? N-no? Because you're… not that cruel?

Wait, does that mean that. That when you ripped off my nails o-on camera, it wasn't so you could… so you could rewatch the recording and enjoy my pathetic crying and wailing? O-oh… I see…

I… I guess that does make more sense. I mean, who would… who would want to record something like that for their own sick pleasure, right?

Hii— I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you! Of course it's—of course it's fine if you want to record something like that for yourself! Someone like me has no right to com—

Ah, a joke…

Of course I'm relieved. I'm just…

…

I'm not used to you not digging your nails into my cheeks every time I dare look away from you…

And, um, well. This doesn't. It doesn't feel real, you know? It's been five months since you, uh, p-placed me in… well, kidnapped me. B-being free again sound so… surreal…

This isn't… some sick joke, right? It's really not? You promise?

I-I'm glad. …Thank you.

…Huh? There's something seriously wrong with me if I thank you after everything you've done to me? W-well! You know!

…I don't sound very thankful? That's, um…

…

…Do you want me to get knees and kiss your shoes? You'd need to unbind me for that th—No! Of course I'm kidding! I'm—

O-oh, you're really… you're really doing it, you're really unbinding me. I, wow…

You must really trust me…

W-well, yeah, of course the handcuffs were really uncomfortable. You only ever let me out of them when you were, were t-tortu… I can't say it.

The… huh? No, rubbing them this harshly won't just make the scarring worse, l-like you're, um, saying. W-wait, please don't thro—ow!

Oh, this is… disinfectant…

Um, well, for all I know you could've put some cleaning product in here like the last time you… Even if you're insisting it safe because the ran… Right, the ransom got paid. I'm free now…

N-no! I'll use it, I'll use it! You're way too close!

Even if you put something else in here again, or it's really disinfectant and you're going to beat me again for using it because this really is just your idea of entertainment… I'll use it. You did give it to me, after all.

…Only on my wrists? Okay, only on my wrists…

…

So, uh, when's the exchange date? Or time? You're not usually this chatty. Normally you just dump food on the floor in front of me, or whip out the camera and then, well…

…Today? In… in a couple of hours? Oh… you're really early then?

You want me to… you want me to get cleaned up first? Y-you mean, in your bathroom? I'll get to… use your products? R-really?

Yeah, I'm… really happy to be clean again… I seem happier now than when you told me I'm to be free?

Well, it's just. It's just sinking in that this is for real now…

And the drive should be pretty far away from… I mean, what would I know. I was out cold for that. I just assumed… It would be kind of stupid to kidnap and hold someone close to where they live, right? You'd want to be a distance away and not get caught… right?

OW!

Ow, that really hurt! You didn't need to twist my arm like th—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't calling you stupid, I was complimenting y—ah!

You're pulling… holy shit, you're pulling my hair really hard. I won't run, so you don't have to—hng! I'm—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to backtalk.

…I knew it.

You said, earlier, earlier you said you weren't that cruel, but you really do enjoy my tea—I mean, you really do enjoy hurting me.

Ah! Don't shove me that hard, you—

Because we've… arrived? At the—wait, wait, wait but you said that was still a couple hours away? You—oh, your… your bathroom…

Y-yeah, of course I knew that. I was just…

…

The bath looks really warm… Is it really okay for me to—I should just get in already and stop wasting your time? Y-yeah, um… sorry…

—H!

You made this scalding hot on purpose, didn't you?

N-no, I'm not complaining. I'll take it, I'll take it… This is better than no bath, s-so…

…I should put my hands out? Okay…

Is this your—your bath soap?

…

…I'm! It just feels really nice to smell something so mundane again…

No, wait, wait, I'll use it! I'll stop wasting your time, please don't take it away!

…I should… I should be thankful because I finally get to clean myself?

R-right… Um, t… thank you very much…

—H-huh? I should kiss your feet to r-really prove it l-like I offered to earlier?

That's… that's so… I'll—Okay, I'll do it..

Oh it was a, it was just a joke… I'm not eager! This is just—Of course you'll hurt me less if I do as you say, even if it's—

Even if it's something like this…

…

It's… it's already time to get out?

Um, right…

…

Actually, um, could I… could I stay a couple more minutes? I just… This is my first bath in so long, I don't want it to end…

OW! You really don't have to pull on my hair every time I—ow! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't—

Wh… what are you… doing with those scissors?

If I… if I misbehave again you're going to… No, no, nonono I'm sorry! Please, please, don't—I'll behave, just don't—Please! I'm really sorry, I don't, I won't—

Aah…

Okay, thank you, I'm sorry, thank you…

…

A-ah? Change into this? You even… you not only let me use your bathroom, you even got me new clothes…

Y-yes! Thank you! I'm sorry! I'll—

Eek!—I'll be quiet now. I'm sorry.

…

S-stick out my hands again? Okay…

…Handcuffs again? No, no of course I don't mind! It's okay! Please don't get mad…

Y-you're not? Okay…

…I talk a lot? Um, I think… Maybe, I'm just kind of lonely…

You, uh, you have been my only social contact for five months now…

Or, um, roughly five months now. I'm assuming. It's kind of hard to tell how much time has passed when you've been stuck in a basement for so long.

I just…

…

I'm not—I'm not just stalling for time!

It's just… Are you, are you sure this isn't some messed up joke? You're not dangling this hope in front of me just to take it away?

This would… this would be a good time to reveal that.

…No? My family really paid the entire amount?

…They've never really… cared about me, so it's kind of surprising… Honestly, when you first mentioned it, I thought you were joking. I mean, it's true they have the money…

I'm their son, so it's only natural? Well, yeah, I guess, but…

It's… That's cruel of you to say. You had to have known what our relationship was like before you…

…Anyway, this joke isn't funny anymore. Please take me back to the basement now.

…

…It really isn't. You've done it, you've completely dashed my hopes. I hope you're happy now. I… I'm never getting out of here, I know that, okay?

It's… really cruel of you to toy with me like that.

So just… just take me back.

That's what the handcuffs are for, too, right?

…

…No?

No, you're really just going to throw me away like this?

Actually, I… when you approached me that night and told me to get into your car or else, I didn't know what to do. It made me so, so happy when I realised you must've planned this months in advance.

To think you were spending that much time thinking about me…

I was so, so certain you were finally getting revenge on me…

…Yeah. I thought… I'd been stalking you for two years, and even before that—so I thought… I thought that you'd taken me home to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson.

The last couple of months have been the happiest in my life. It's like… I was in heaven.

I mean, getting tortured in real life is a totally different ballpark than fantasising about it, that's true, but! But! Even if it was just painful, I wouldn't mind, because it's you! I could never hate or dislike anything you do to me!

You're backing away, but I promise you don't have anything to fear! Even if you go through on your promise, I don't mind! I won't struggle.

I belong to you, so anything you do is justified! You have that right!

But seeing your expression, you really didn't know about any of that…

I thought—I thought!

I thought maybe for once I was something special to someone, even if you did just hate me! I thought that with hard work and a lot of time, maybe I could be someone special to you in more ways than just the toy you keep in your basement!

I thought that…

…I guess it makes sense that you just remembered me as that rich loser you shared a class with once. But I…

…

…Why don't you just keep me in your basement again?

You wouldn't even need to keep me in handcuffs; I'd never run away! Or—or, of course, you could keep me bound the entire time, if that would make you feel more at ease!

You can… you can keep doing whatever you want to me! At any time! I won't struggle anymore! I'll cry and look cute and pitiful and pretty and whatever else you want me to!

You don't need to feed me regularly, or at all, or—Please don't back away…

I actually… I actually really like it when you pull on my hair!

I… I really love looking at my reflection in the mirror you left up in the basement, because I get to see the permanent marks you left on my face, like when you broke my nose three weeks into being home with you!

My favourite is probably when you coo at me and call me cute and condescendingly wipe away my tears—it always seemed to please you when I cried even harder… Even if—even if that was just an act, you seemed to be having fun!

And—and you really liked forcing me to look directly into the camera and.. and making me degrade myself, and repeat all those embarrassing lines, and—

What about that time you suggested getting me a shock collar? Or, or what about all those times you threatened to carve your name into my skin so I'd be ruined for everyone who came after you? You were joking but, but you seemed really into the idea! We could do that!

Am I talking too much again? You can tape up my mouth if you want, or break my arm for scaring you, or for being so arrogant, or—

Don't you—don't you want that to continue?

Nothing has to change!

Just throw me into that chair and lock the door and don't give me anything to eat for a week in punishment and raise my price and things can go back to the way they were! Or however way you want them to be!

Ack—Y-you're really pulling again, I can feel your nails really digging into my scalp—No, that's not a complaint!

I'll be good! I'll do anything! Anything—just please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease don't throw me away!

Pl—

…Really?

You'll do it? You will?

Thank you!

Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthank—

Mgh! I'm sorry, I'll be quiet now.

…Do you… do you want me to kiss your feet? Hehe, of course I'd be happy t—

Nngh! You're pulling my hair really hard…

You should… you should lead me around your house more like this. I have to bend at such an awkward angle when you pull like this…

Ah! Right, sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good.

…

…Um.

We… just passed the basement?

…

…Why are you… unlocking the front door?

…Hey?

…

…Um, um that's the—that's your car. Why are you—

Aah! Wait, no, even if you shove me into your—You're just—You lied to me!

No—wait—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get mad and accuse you of anything! Please, don't throw me away! I'll be good! I can—I can be useful!

I'm obviously already yours, but I could really b—

Stop, wait, don't close the car door! I'll—UGH!

Ow, you really… you really hit my stomach hard…

…That's what I get for not cooperating? I'm sorry…

…

Nngh…

…

W-wait, don't start driving, I—ow—Wait! Don't you want this too?

I know it wasn't just my imagination! You—hng—you enjoyed this too, didn't you? You insist you're not like that, but you actually really like having someone at your mercy, d-don't you?

I can be that for you! You don't—you don't have to do this! I'd be really happy like this, so won't it work out for both of us if you—

You can, you can, keep extorting my parents for larger and larger sums of money! I know they've set aside a fund for my inheritance—even if it's smaller than my brothers', it's still enough for you to live a comfortable life! And then I can stay with you forever, so…

Aren't I talking too much again? Aren't you… going to punish me for this? I know you want to.

So won't you—Ahh, you really kicked me hard—Won't you please recon…

…Why are you stopping? Y-yeah, this place is pretty remote, but we're in the middle of the road… W-wouldn't it be better to turn arou—

Wait, no, nononononononono please don't bring out the chloroform, wait, please, don't throw me away like this, I can be good, wait wait no wait, please—

Please don't leave me like this!

I gave her a twist of my own!

she’d take you for a sushi date

BACK IN THE SUMMER OF 69

Uhhhh messy vs clean oofuri charas? Could be in relation to rooms, clothes, or whatever idk

Tajima is defiantly the type to have a messy room lmao

hanai would keep it clean, obviously LOL

I feel like from time to time Abe would have a messy room, like normal people

Ootagawa is pretty good at keeping his room clean, since he has 3 siblings he experiences them getting yelled at about their rooms so he tries pretty hard lmao

Yoshida is kinda like Abe but he tends to only clean it if it gets really bad or if his mother scolds him

Kawais good at keeping it clean, honestly thats what I feel

Junta and Rio are horrible at keeping it clean except Junta is better at cleaning and is less messy than Rio

Poor Daichi is bad at cleaning his room and has no space for things in his room (What I would think) he would probably start crying of stress because he can't do his bedsheets😭 (we all have that struggle😞)

Ichihara and Tai-San can defiantly keep their rooms clean (Maybe Sawa too)

I just went nutz with Zarc because demon boi. I couldn't do his hair right because there wasn't any white nor grey do I went with blue

Then Ray. Also wasn't any of her hair colour so went with red but, I like this one

picrew chain but i’m too lazy to tag anyone so it may or may not go well

https://picrew.me/image_maker/22819

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 [part 4]

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

~part 1~ ~part 2~ ~part 3~

2538 wrds

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The next day was like any other day despite all the memories with Eddie. You get ready for class and head out like usual. Texting Brit all the details and promised to show her the pictures in person later for suspense. 

Simplybrit: UGH i guess ill wait for the pics!! OH but did you guys kiss yet??

You: hehehe

You: nopee and i don’t really mind it and don’t get me wrong i would love to kiss him >:)

Simplybrit: ooh slow burn get itttt!!! Im glad you guys stopped the staring and finally getting it on!!

You: you’re helpless… OH he did call me sweetheart AHHHH

Simplybrit: AHHHH WHAT HOW COULD YOU FORGET

You: oopsie :)

You laughed, amused by her enthusiasm. Going back to trying to focus on your professor despite your mind kept wandering back to last night. Eddie’s laughter, the movie banter, the easygoing way he’d looked at you—it all replayed in your mind like your own personal movie reel. 

After all the draining lessons, lunch rolls around. Heading to the “loser” picnic table you can see Brit and Kyle already there. “You better sit at this damn table and show us those pictures! No tree time.” Kyle shouts while covering Brit's ears.

You faked a gasp, “How could you take away my healing with nature time, ruthless human.” You laughed as you plopped down at the table, opening your phone to pull up the pictures.

Brit and Kyle immediately leaned in, their faces brimming with excitement. Brit practically squealed as you opened the album. You’d taken a few shots of the band mid-practice, capturing Jake’s intense focus, Sarah’s effortless rhythm on the drums, and Max absolutely lost in his bass. You share a picture of Eddie: he’s bent over his guitar, his face a mix of concentration and passion, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes.

“That one,” Brit says as nudging you, “You better get that framed. This man’s lookin’ intense.”

Kyle raises his eyebrows, looking impressed. “Oh yeah, definitely—he looks badass. Can’t believe you two finally broke past all that shy, side-glancing tension.”

"Trust me, there will be plenty of side-glances still,” you laugh, showing the last picture, one of Eddie’s cozy setup at his place—blankets, popcorn, pillows piled on the couch, a cozy nest made for two.

“Aww!” Brit squeals. “Look at that! This is, like, the official end of the ‘Will They, Won’t They’ era for you two. So cute!”

“Hold up, you’re telling me this isn’t a date?” Kyle asks, crossing his arms in mock disbelief. “Dude made a blanket fort. This is serious.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “Not a blanket fort, Kyle. Just...cozy touches. It wasn’t a date-date, but yeah, it was kinda perfect.”

Then you swiped to a candid shot you’d snapped of Eddie looking over at you during a quiet moment, his face soft and relaxed, almost contemplative. This man will be the death of me.

Brit’s eyes went wide. “Ohhhh, you caught him staring!” she exclaimed, pointing at the screen. “Look at that look on his face! It’s so… so—”

“Enduring?” you finished with a grin, already knowing exactly what she meant.

Kyle raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “And sweetheart? Man, he’s really laying on the charm, huh?”

Brit swooned dramatically, clutching her chest. “I swear if this isn’t a romance novel waiting to happen…”

Just then, Garrett strolls over with a smirk on his face. “What’s all the fuss about over here?” he asks. He immediately shoves you to sit and steals the phone. Kyle visibly struggles to keep his seat, and Brit chooses to sit on his lap. 

“Oh, so this is what I missed out on last night? Ryan said you two were up to something.” Garret said, a teasing grin on his face.  “I always thought you two had chemistry, you’re like two magnets circling each other, just waiting to collide.” He chuckled. 

You blush a little at his comment, then catch Garret up to speed. But before you can get too far, Ryan shows up, plopping down with his food tray in front of everyone. “Wait, what’d I miss?” He glances around at the little group huddled around your phone.

“It’s our girl finally sealing the deal with Eddie,” Brit announces proudly.

Ryan laughs, leaning in. “I WAS RIGHT! Almost thought you guys would be sending each other cryptic messages for the rest of the year.”

Just as the laughter settles, you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Who’s sending cryptic messages?"

Shit, he is quiet for someone so loud. 

Turning around, you see Eddie walking up with a smirk, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. Garret instantly takes a seat next to Ryan while gesturing for Eddie to take the now-empty spot.

He takes it gladly, “Back to my question, Ryan.” His voice was stern, but he still had that grin. Ryan chuckled awkwardly. 

“Well, our little tree hugger here was telling everyone about you two’s night” Kyle cuts in, winking at Ryan. 

“Oh yeah? And what kind of embarrassing stories are you sharing about me, tree hugger?” Eddie says, as you’re both shoulder to shoulder. His eyes scan your face as your face heats up. Fuck me…

“I—It’s not embarrassing stories, more awesome, super cool stories,” you say without looking back at him. Wordlessly, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and mutters a soft “Cute” under his breath. The whole group turns a blind eye and talks to each other as you two share a moment. 

It didn’t take long for Kyle and Ryan to begin debating over nonsense, this time about which superhero would win in a fight: Batman or Spider-Man.

“Look, Spider-Man’s got the speed, agility, the whole nine yards,” Ryan insists, waving his sandwich for emphasis. “He’d dodge every one of Batman’s fancy gadgets in a heartbeat.”

Kyle shakes his head. “Batman would have a plan for that! The dude practically wrote the book on ‘preparation.’ He’d just anticipate every move Spider-Man makes and shut him down.” Garrett opens his mouth but closes it after realizing how hopeless the debate was. At this point, he usually adds his thoughts...

Brit sighs, resting her chin in her hand with a dreamy look, clearly half-listening while scrolling through the pictures on your phone again. “Yup, this is my life now. My boyfriend defending fictional heroes while my best friend falls in love,” she mutters with a smirk, though her eyes sparkle with amusement.

Eddie, sitting next to you with his arm still draped casually around your shoulder, laughs, shaking his head at the debate. “Gotta say, I’m with Ryan on this one,” he says, leaning forward. “Spider-Man’s got the humor, too. Imagine Batman trying to keep up with the wisecracks—he’d tap out from sheer annoyance.” 

You can’t help but laugh, catching Eddie’s gaze as he grins at you, his brown eyes warm and full of mischief. “Yeah, you would root for the sarcastic underdog,” you say, nudging him with your shoulder. “Seems fitting.”

“Oh, so now you’re saying I’m predictable, sweetheart?” he says, quirking an eyebrow as his hand squeezes your shoulder slightly, playful but with a touch of that intensity he always seems to carry with him. 

“I’d say more… consistent,” you reply, fighting the smile that threatens to take over your face. Eddie’s grin widens, and for a moment, you’re both just locked in each other’s gaze, the rest of the group’s bickering fading into the background.

Brit leans over with a sigh, glancing between the two of you. “If I wasn’t so happy for you two, I’d be throwing something right now,” she jokes. “The pining looks are killing me.”

The whole group laughs as Kyle dramatically pulls Brit close, saying something about how he’s “keeping her warm.” Brit rolls her eyes but leans in with a smile, resting her head on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Eddie leans in closer, his voice low. "So, ‘tree hugger,’ was it?"

You chuckle, cheeks flushing a bit. "Guilty. But to be fair, I was being mocked for my precious nature time."

Eddie’s mouth quirks up in a smirk. "Right, ‘cause you’re just a total nature spirit, like a fairy or something."

Garrett jumped in, pulling you both back to reality. “Hey, you two are adorable, but can you save the rom-com stuff for after lunch?”

Eddie threw a crumpled napkin at Garrett. “Oh, shut it, man,” he grinned, then looked at you. “Guess that’s our cue.”

Lunch wrapped up, and soon it was just you and Eddie, strolling together under the trees as the others headed back. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting soft patterns on his face as you walked in easy silence.

"So," Eddie says, eyes darting over to you, "did you really tell them everything about last night?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Depends. Why, feeling self-conscious, sweetheart?”

His grin widens, and he lets out a low chuckle. “Not at all. I just hope they got the story right. Wouldn't want to mess up our image or anything."

You smirk back. “Oh, I think I described you perfectly.”

“Perfectly?” He nudges you with his shoulder. “Gotta say, I’m flattered.”

As the conversation shifts to other things—music, classes, random observations—you both slowly ease into that soft, easy rhythm you’d fallen into the night before. Eddie occasionally drops his voice, drawing you in with that warm intensity in his gaze, making it hard to look away.

After a while, you both stop near a big oak tree, its branches casting dappled sunlight on the grass. Eddie turns toward you, his expression softening. “I really enjoyed our time last night… genuinely,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I… I mean, I know we’ve been circling each other for a while, but I wish we’d done that sooner, y’know?”

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “Well, we’re talking now, aren’t we?” You tilt your head, nudging him gently with your shoulder. “Guess that’s what matters.”

His expression softens further, and he nods, his voice low. “Yeah, that’s true.” He lets out a breath, almost like he’s relieved. “And you’re right. I guess it doesn’t really matter how long it took. Just… kinda wish I’d worked up the guts sooner.”

A playful smile crosses your face. “Oh, come on. Eddie Munson, not having the guts? The guy who goes on stage and practically owns it? The guy that does anything he sets his mind to.”

He chuckles, a bit embarrassed, rubbing his arm. “Yeah, see, there’s this funny thing—turns out, being able to do all of that is somehow easier than talking to you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, his confession hitting you in a way you hadn’t expected. “Ed, that’s… honestly, that’s probably the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me.”

He shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “It’s true. You’re kinda… intimidating, you know? Not like, in a scary way, but in this way that makes me want to say the right thing. I didn’t wanna mess it up.”

You step a little closer, feeling braver now. “You’re doing just fine, Ed. Besides, you’ve had me hooked with just the glances and awesome personality”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “Damn, wish I’d known that. I thought I was being all smooth with the ‘sweetheart’ comments and little looks. Guess I was overthinking it.” He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “But… I’m really glad we’re talking now. And I wanna keep this going.”

You squeeze his hand, warmth spreading through you. “So do I.”

He smiles, his gaze lingering on you, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world fades away.

As Eddie's gaze lingers on you, his thumb lightly brushing over the back of your hand, the world around you fades into a quiet hum. The sunlight dapples across his face, casting shadows and highlights that make his expression even more intense, and you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for whatever comes next.

"I don't think I've ever told you how beautiful you look," Eddie says softly, his voice so quiet that it almost blends with the rustling of leaves above. "Not just on the outside... but the way you light up when you're passionate about something. It's kind of... breathtaking."

Your heart flutters at the sincerity in his words. You’ve always known Eddie had a way with words, but hearing him say something so personal, so tender, makes your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect.

"You're not too bad yourself…" you tease softly, trying to break the sudden tension, but Eddie doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. His eyes darken slightly, a flicker of something deeper passing through them.

"Is that so?" He steps closer, his voice dipping lower. "Maybe I’ll prove it to you."

Before you can respond, his hand moves to your face, his fingers gentle against your skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving yours. "You make me forget what I was even thinking half the time," he mutters, his thumb tracing along your jaw.

Your pulse quickens, and before you know it, his face is inches from yours, and the world seems to narrow down to just the two of you. For a brief second, you both freeze, the air between you crackling with unspoken words, the anticipation building.

And then, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses. It’s slow, hesitant at first as if he’s giving you the space to pull away if you want to. But you don’t. You stay there, your hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Eddie deepens the kiss just slightly, his hand gently cupping your face as if he’s afraid of breaking the moment. His lips are warm and soft, and they fit perfectly with yours—no rush, just the feeling of being there together, finally giving in to the connection that had been growing between you.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and his breath is shaky. "I've wanted to do that for a while," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... didn’t know if you felt the same."

You smile, a small laugh escaping your lips. "Well, now you know."

Eddie chuckles softly, his hands still resting on your face as he gazes at you, his eyes full of something deep and sincere. "I’m glad we’re doing this," he says, the words so simple, yet so full of meaning.

You nod, your fingers gently brushing against his as you stand there, basking in the warmth of the moment. "Me too, Ed. Me too."

And as you both stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, it feels like the beginning of something that’s been a long time coming—something real, something worth waiting for. The rest of the world fades away as you share a quiet, contented silence, knowing that whatever happens next, you’ve finally crossed that invisible line together.

Finally... the one I wanted.

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This is the last part of this!! It took me a while to finish this but it is finally done! (with most likely a lot of errors)

Next, I will either write about Castiel (spn) or König (cod), I'm hyper-fixated on both so we will see.

Anyway, thank you for reading! ♡♡♡

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 [part 2]

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲!𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

~part 1~ ~part 3~

1380 wrds

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Brit picked you up from your dorm and drove to her place, where the atmosphere shifted from mellow Jeff Buckley tunes to high-energy tracks meant to get you both pumped up. By the time you were ready, around 10:30 pm, you were both decked out and eager for the night ahead. Brit, embodying a dark, feminine allure, looked striking, while you donned an outfit that you weren't entirely used to but had always admired.

The door swung open with Kyle’s dramatic entrance. “My eyes are closed! I tried knocking but you’ve got the music blasting!” he announced, stumbling in with his eyes shut. Brit quickly turned down the volume. “We’re ready, you silly rabbit.”

He parted his hands a bit, then grinned widely, “Who is this beautiful creature in front of me?!” He shouts and cups Brit’s face. They laugh together, their affection palpable.

“Get a room,” I say rolling my eyes dramatically.

Brit shot back with a grin, “You’ll find your own lover soon enough, and be just like this!”

The drive to the party was a blur of metal anthems, courtesy of Kyle’s “I’M A ROCKSTAR!!” playlist. Your stuff was nestled in the seat beside you, just in case Brit or Kyle couldn’t drop you back at the dorm—comfort was always your priority.

When you arrived, there was a sea of cars outside. Kyle lets you and Brit out first to find a parking spot. Brit quickly sent a text to the group chat announcing your arrival. Not long after, Ryan and Garrett appeared, with Ryan trying—and failing—to sneak up on you with his usual noisy antics. “You’re an idiot,” Brit quipped, laughing. No sign of Eddie though. 

Ryan, unfazed, responded with his usual mischievous grin. “And you love me for it,” he shot back, drawing a chuckle from everyone. 

Kyle asked the question on everyone’s mind. “Where’s Eddie?” he asked, locking arms with Brit as they approached the entrance.

“He must be caught up inside, let’s go join him!” Ryan spouts enthusiastically and drags Garrett with him, and the rest all follow. The music gets louder and you scan the room, searching for Eddie amidst the crowd of people. The beer pong game was already in full swing, with Ryan and Garrett competing fiercely, while you and Brit went for drinks and discussed the game’s potential victor.

Amid the noise, the kitchen was slightly quieter but still busy with about ten people.“I’m glad there are still drinks left,” you say and for a moment turn around to check the area for more. As you reached for a drink, you suddenly locked eyes with Eddie. His warm, brown eyes roamed over you with a slow, appreciative gaze. He leaned casually against the wall, his iconic cropped metal shirt and silver accessories adding to his striking presence. You feel your face and ears warm up. My wish came true. 

 He’s going to be the death of me. 

“There he is! We were looking for you!!” Brit yells across the room and waves him over. He walks over, staying close. “Sorry for the delay,” Eddie said, his voice smooth. “Had to help a friend who’d overindulged. I figured one of you would be here.” He looked between you and Brit, his gaze lingering a moment longer on you. “You both look amazing tonight,” he added, giving you a wink that made your knees go weak. 

The rest of the journey back seemed to blur together. Drinks in hand, you tried to focus on the game of beer pong, where Ryan was basking in his victory over Kyle, his cocky grin in full force. Eddie stayed near, you couldn’t help but look at him. He made you feel warm inside, you can only hope he feels the same. 

The night continued in a whirl of laughter, music, and fleeting moments. With Eddie’s presence adding a spark to the already vibrant atmosphere, you found yourself stealing glances his way more often than you intended. Every time your eyes met, his warm smile and casual demeanor made your heart race a little faster.

The beer pong game raged on, with Ryan and Kyle exchanging playful jabs as they played. Kyle wouldn’t let him go. Garrett, always the observer, cheered them on with a grin. Eddie, though not directly involved in the game, was in the midst of the fun, effortlessly blending into the group. 

He would join a few rounds against Garrett when either Ryan or Kyle needed a much-needed break. Eventually, Brit and Kyle would drift into the crowd, and you were left with Eddie and the group, trying to navigate through the raucous party. 

You decided to take a break from the chaos and wandered over to a quieter corner of the house. Eddie followed, his presence a reassuring comfort amidst the crowd. He leaned against the wall, giving you a sidelong glance. “Mind if I join you for a moment?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. 

“Not at all,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in your chest. We are alone…

He moved closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he leaned in slightly. “I’m glad you came tonight. I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried a warmth that made your heart skip.

You looked up at him, surprised and pleased. “Really? I didn’t think you noticed me.”

Eddie chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Of course I did. It’s hard to miss someone as interesting as you. You always seem to be in the background, but I’ve noticed you.” 

I’ve noticed you, Eddie. With every fiber in my being. 

His compliment made you blush, and you tried to play it cool. “Well, I’m glad I’ve managed to catch your attention.” 

Eddie’s gaze softened, and he took a sip from his drink. “So, tell me more about you. What’s something I wouldn’t guess about you?” 

The question caught you off guard, but it was a welcome distraction from the party’s noise. “Hmm, well, I guess I’m really into old movies. Not just the classics everyone knows, but the obscure ones that hardly anyone talks about.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up with interest. “That’s awesome. I’m a bit of a film buff myself. Maybe you could recommend a few to me sometime?” 

You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’d like that.” A lot. 

As the night wore on, the party’s energy showed no signs of waning. You found yourself drawn into conversations and activities, but Eddie remained a constant presence by your side. Whether you were discussing your favorite movies or just enjoying the music, his attention made everything feel more special. 

The clock ticked past midnight, and the party began to wind down. People started saying their goodbyes, and the house gradually emptied. Eddie walked with you and Brit towards the door, his hand brushing against yours in a way that felt intentional. 

At the threshold, Eddie turned to you, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the early morning. “I had a great time tonight. I hope you did too.” He looked amazing, like always.

“I did,” you admitted, feeling a mix of happiness and reluctance as the night came to a close. “Thanks for making it so much fun.”

Eddie’s smile was soft but genuine. “Anytime. Let’s hang out again soon. Maybe we can catch one of those movies you mentioned.” Please!!!

You nodded, feeling a thrill at the thought of spending more time with him. “I already have one in mind.”

With a final wave and a promise to talk tomorrow, Eddie said his goodbyes and headed off to his van. As you and Brit made your way back to Kyle’s car, you couldn’t help but replay the evening in your mind. They’re luckily able to drive, as their night consisted of dancing and beer pong. Eddie’s presence doesn’t leave your mind as he turned an ordinary night into something memorable. 

The drive back was quiet but comfortable, Brit humming softly to the tunes on the radio. As you reached your dorm, the night’s events felt like a dream, leaving you with a hopeful smile and a heart full of anticipation for what might come next.

…sooo secret life huh?

Cleo’s episode was a blast.

Here’s what these things mean, pupper alliance with pearl, their secret task of building above a base (lizzies), invis potion from secret keeper and golden apples!

the two on the left are for skizz and tango while the one on the right is ethos