#it'sfine

[hyperdramas]

dark red | bad clue II lee seokmin

pairing: bad clue II!lee seokmin x detective!reader

warnings: mentions of murder/crime, bad clue II spoilers, dk is actually really creepy in this, just a lot of angst

The room is unbearably bright, and you stand in front of the man in handcuffs, hoping your facade is strong enough so that he can’t see through your already fragile emotions. The investigation room used to be one of your favorite parts of your job, as you always wanted to question a criminal like the crime movies did when you were a child. 

Now, you didn’t want to step foot in this stuffy room ever again.

Palms sweaty and breaths uneven, you take your clipboard from your chair and sigh, eyes threatening to tear up as you stare at the man in front of you.

He seemed familiar in so many ways—the slope of his sharp nose was illuminated by the harsh white of the lamp fixture above, and he stared at you with so much emotion in his eyes, it scared you to even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds. The man’s lips were a rosy pink, and they held a slight smirk from the time you entered the room to now. He didn’t look like the type of man to smirk either. He seemed polite, reserved—which confused you even more as to how he found himself in handcuffs on the opposite side of the questioning table.

“So…” You started, hoping your voice was forceful enough to clarify who the stronger one was in this situation. He smiled slightly, eyes sparkling with something as he straightened his back.

“Sherlock Oh.”

The name was a bit funny, a bit unusual, but for the sake of this case you would refer to him with the name the official criminal file stated for him. Glancing down at the clipboard to the left of you, you glance through his information, noticing how they couldn’t provide a picture to match the profile. That was odd. They always had a picture attached to most cases, even if the criminal went to great lengths to hide their true identity.

The man, Sherlock Oh, nodded in response—the aura around him was hard to describe to any sane person. He was so many things that made no sense to you. 

“Do you mind telling me what you’re in here for?” You always asked that question to make your suspects a bit more comfortable, hoping to ease the information out of them. You had a feeling as that didn’t matter in this specific case.

It seemed as if Sherlock Oh was already comfortable.

“I killed twelve people.” He answered simply, brown eyes locking with yours as he answered nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather. A chill went down your spine as he looked at you, and you tried your hardest to seem unfazed by his simple confession. ��And why?” You pressed: Sherlock looked to the side, as if he was trying to think of a polite explanation.

“They killed Lee Minseok. I was just doing what was right.” Sherlock’s voice drops an octave, and his eyes dance across your skin, the feeling of his gaze akin to daggers slicing through you.

The case of Lee Minseok and Park Jeongbeom—you remember the cases when they were popular in both news outlets and your personal police station. Everyone was abuzz with the amount of socialites involved in the scandal, and you could understand the reason. Seeing that half of South Korea’s upper class were involved in the murders made you lose your faith in humanity a bit more.

How was Sherlock involved with this case?

You don’t answer Sherlock’s reply, flipping through the pages absentmindedly as you glance at things like his name, age, birthday, and living history—weirdly enough, most of the boxes are blank, and you stare down at the small note at the bottom, eyebrows creasing together as you glance over it.

Note: The suspect is afraid of the dark, and abnormally so.

Abnormally so? What did that mean? Why was he even afraid?

“That case was closed months ago. Why…how are you even associated with the case?” Pressing the question, you cross your arms, watching Sherlock’s eyes darken as he tilts his head to the side, lips curving into that unsettling smirk that he wore as you entered the room.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His voice is detached, as if his mind is somewhere else, and you stop suddenly, the pieces falling into place.

The lack of his name and living history should have been an obvious nod to your realization, but the revelation had finally just hit you. Sherlock was quiet when you asked him questions about his name, age, or backstory, and he tended to ramble about it just a bit too much when you asked him, as if he was making things up as he was talking. You thought that was just how he functioned, but once you finally pressed on topics that he seemed hesitant to expound upon, and he got in this state, you realized why he acted the way he acted.

He wasn’t really an investigator. He had no idea what he was talking about—better yet, who he was talking about.

He wasn’t Sherlock Oh.

“What’s your real name?” You question, and Sherlock pauses, lips parted mid-sentence as his eyes darken even more. His eyelashes brush against his lamplit cheeks as he looks at you with murderous intent, and he leans back, head up in a cocky fashion as he laughs.

“Sherlock Oh. It’s right there on the paper, is it not?” He turns his head to the side like a scolding parent, and you glare at him, surprisingly unaffected by the little jab he made at your personal technique.

“I know you and I both know that’s not your real name.” His smile dropped at your words, and he tensed up, shoulders square as he fell quiet. The room was warm now, the tension between both you and him heating the space up. The familiar feeling of deja vu pricked your skin, and you looked at him with intent, waiting for an answer. “So, what’s your real name?”

“Lee Seokmin.”

That shattered your world even more. No wonder he looked so familiar to you. Now the pang of remembrance you felt when seeing his face and hearing his voice made so much more sense.

Lee Seokmin—your high school classmate and ex-boyfriend.

You buried the feelings you had related to this case deep inside you, especially since you were the main investigator of the crime. Due to your close relations with Minseok, you had to distance your personal life when taking charge of the case. You had forgotten about Seokmin if you were completely honest—everything changed when Minseok died. Even if it had only been about two months since you had seen him, so much was different in Seokmin that you genuinely thought years had passed between you.

It had been two months and you didn’t even recognize Seokmin anymore.

Maybe that’s what killing did to a person—change them beyond recognition.

Tears were welling up in your eyes now, and you had to sigh, turning away to grab a hold of your emotions as you returned to face Seokmin again. His face was unreadable, and he sat there with a straight face, eyes unfocused as he stared down at his handcuffs.

“Why’d you do it?” You asked again. You’re sure you hear your voice shake, but you ignore it and wait for Seokmin’s response.

“For him. And for you.” Seokmin’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion, and you knew exactly what he was talking about: Minseok, his harmless, sweet little brother, and you, of all people, the woman who supposedly hurt him.

The room was quiet, filled with the heaviness of the topic and the small sniffles currently erupting from you. Your eyes were red, and the small amount of mascara you did put on was now probably streaking and running down your flushed cheeks. You were angry, scared, and disappointed in Seokmin, but what were you to do? Cry to him and tell him how much he messed up? Plead your higher-ups to have mercy on the sweet man you once knew?

Broken beyond belief, you gather your things and spare the man one last glance before making your way out of the suffocating questioning room, breaking down once and for all as your knees hit the cold, tiled floor.

[squishyorca]

Imagine looking at the moon one night and then a gigantic soup ladle slowly scoops it away

[lovelylittlebb-8]

A guy just told me he wants to hold my chest and my little goblin brain said "just the tit?"

I think I'm fundamental broken

[bayulet]

i miss that fucking dyke

[literalite]

let's build a home, let's run away let's live our lives, in a distant place

[mymarifae]

guys what kind of animal would you say my fursona is because someone could put a gun to my head rn and ask me the same question and i wouldn’t be able to give them an answer

[lunawish]

so my og origin shadowheart file couldn't load without crashing and i decided to make nocturne her guardian </3

[vitrines]

i joined a writing server in hopes of finding others and reader there is not a single area unknown writer that i can findin this server of 2,000 or so people

DESPAIR

[softichill]

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MYEBTIRE. FUCKING KINGDOM

[annoyingfobbie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Gabe Saporta Additional Tags: Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Smut, Anal Sex, patrick wears skirts, Feminization, High School Student Patrick Stump, Corruptive Pete, innocent patrick, Bottom Patrick Stump, Top Pete Wentz, Panties, patrick is 17 and pete is 22 Series: Part 2 of skirtrick Summary:

Pete and Patrick have been officially dating for over a month now. What this consists of is as follows: Patrick doesn't take the train to and from school anymore, because Pete drives him, in his brand new car (technically it's used, actually, but for Pete it's new.) Pete invites Patrick on cute dates like to the movies or coffee shops or diners. Pete holds Patricks hand or puts an arm around his waist as they walk around town, like he's proud to show everyone that Patrick is his (this is one of Patricks favorite parts of the dating). And theres also the kissing. Lots of kissing. Sweet chaste goodbye kisses when he drops Patrick off at school. Slow searching kisses when they're on the couch in Pete's apartment and his roommates aren't home. Forehead kisses and cheek kisses and tip-of-the-nose kisses when they're being that cute annoying couple. Whipped cream flavored kisses when they share a milkshake at Pete's favorite diner. Distracting make-out kisses in the back of the movie theater when the movie turns out to be super boring. Lots of kisses.

What dating Pete does not consist of, is this: sex.

And, Patricks got to say, he's feeling pretty frustrated about it.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

               ˜”*°•.     Mundane .  Mundane  was  such  an  inadequate  word  to  describe  the  day  so  far .  With  the  Doctor  spending  time  with  his  oh  so  wonderful  earthling ,  the  past  time  activities  in  the  TARDIS  had  soon  begun  to  run  low .  Well ,  nonexistent  to  be  precise .   Books  had  been  finished  with ,  even  that  damage  in  the  TARDIS  had  been  repaired  -  funny  how  the  Doctor  had  always  judged  her  flying  skills,  and  yet  had failed  to  spot   a  malfunction  as  obvious  as  that .  Oh  the  tease  he  was  going  to  receive …

Thoughts  that  were  soon  interrupted  by  the  TARDIS door  opening ,  though .  Book  was  placed  beside  her ,  an  interest  creeping  into  her  face .  No  companion ,  no  nothing .  He  was  alone  -  quite  uncommon  coming  from  him ,  wasn’t  it  now  ?   ❝ Where’s  the  accessory ?  Did  she  die  ? ❞  Words that came casual as she finally stood up .

Starter for @takeflight

[vulpixisananimal]

[You held the knife right to Ramos' throat, ignoring Mirabelles panicked yelling. Mind craft?!? MIND CRAFT?!? WHY WAS THAT HERE!!!]

"Raaaaamoooooos~"

"I-I didn't!! I didn't do anything please!! P-please!!" [He looked between you, the knife, and Mirabelle.] "I-I came here with Mira to warn you, r-right??"

[You grin evily. Leaning closer to Ramos' face, the rain running down your cloak not helping your image.] "Oh you did~ Didn't you? And how do I know you didn't get Mirabelles mind as well~?"

"Loop!!" [Mirabelle yells.]

"I-I didn't do anything!! I p-promise I-I, I-"

"Oh you didn't do you? Oh, and I'm sure it WASN'T you who started meddling in everyones minds in Jouvente!!"

"I-I, I--"

"LOOP!!!" [Oh that was, a tone you had NEVER heard from the Housemaiden. You turn to look at her, she looked furious. You faulter.] "Let Ramos go!!"

[. . . . . You back away from Ramos. They stumble back.]

"Now say sorry."

"But Mira-"

"I said say sorry."

[You shudder, stars. You had never seen her like this. You look at Ramos, they're terrified. You sigh, and force the words.] ". . . I'm sorry Ramos."

"I-it'sfine. . ." [They mumble out, getting to their feet.] "I. . . S-sorry."

"Do not apologise, Ramos. Loop, look at me,."

[You look over to your Housemaiden. With a hand on her hip, she gently bonks you on the head.]

"Ow."

"No mind craft, see? I'm fine." [She says with a huff.] "Now can we please be productive?"

"Right. Sorry, Mirabelle." [You say, looking away. Stars. . .] "So, what happened."

[Mirabelle looked to Ramos, they took a breath before explaining.] "Alright, w-well, I got back from my jog, went inside, saw Isa in the common area, gave him a hug and felt a tingle- No no no let me finish!! I'm fine I promise!!"

"You better be." [You mumble, stepping back again.]

"O-okay, okay so, it was mind craft being spread from Isa to me, but, well, y'know, I can do some of that too! And I remember that mind craft needs some time to latch on? If that makes sense?"

"Go on. . .?" [You say, impatiently. Mirabelle gives you a look.]

"R-right. Well, I uh. . . I ran outside, found Mira practicing with her sword, and uh, a-asked her to hit me over the head."

"HA!"

"Loop!"

"It was funny! Sorry~"

[Ramos rubbed their shoulder.] "I-It's alright Mira, uh, s-so, well that kinda jumbled my head enough so I could use my own mind craft to dispell the one effecting me. Then, well, me and Mira went to grab you."

[You tap your foot. Great. Just, great.] "Why does this have to happen again."

"A-at least, we got to you first! Right?" [Mira says, trying to stay cheery.] "Now as long as you're safe we can figure this out!"

"Right you are~ Mirabelle~" [You say, like nothing ever happened.] "And Ramos, I am sorry. Thank you for getting me."

"O-oh! Uh. . . Thanks." [They say, looking away.]

"Now, shall we see how Isabeau's doing?"

"H-Huh?!?"

"Right away, Loop?" [Mira asks, concerned.]

"I want to see what's up in person. I promise, I wont let him touch me."

"If you're sure. . ."

[You weren't sure. But you had to see. The three of you walked back to the inn. Ha, don't let him touch you? What a reversal! To think he always thought you didn't want to be touched, yet, it's true now!! Ha!! Haha!!]

[Ugh. Mind craft. Why was it here again? Alright, if it WASN'T Ramos who caused it? You knew it could be spread by touch, so who would have had physical contact with Isabeau. Any of your party, realisticaly. Jan the innkeeper. . . Wait.]

[Ugh.]

[Nuuuullllll are you around at all~ My faaaavorite time looping headmate I could soooo use your help~ I KNOW you were the one in charge this morning and oh I don't remember a thing! It's quite serious you know, Mind craft~]

[. . . Stars. Stupid. Fine then be that way. You'll have to make do.]

[Coming around to the homestead, you notice that Isabeau is standing outside the front door looking down. He looked normal, if not a bit worried. You breathe in, and out.] "If I could talk to him alone? You can stay near, of course."

"I-if you're sure." [Ramos says, worried.]

"We'll jump in if there's trouble! Okay?" [Mira sounds confident.]

[You nod. And start walking to the front door. He didn't notice you untill you were a few paces away, he looked up, and smiled.] "Hey Sif!"

[You stop a few feet away.] "Hey Isa, everything alright?"

"Yeah! Well, kinda? Have you seen Ramos?" [He gets up and walks over to you.] "They were acting kinda weird earlier."

[You take a step back.] "Nope~ I wanted to talk to you about him, by the way."

"Oh? Is there something. . ." [You take another step back as he walks to you.] ". . . Uh, everything alright?"

"Not really. Could you just, stand over there?" [You say, you could hear the tension in the rain.] "Have you been feeling alright?"

"Yeah! I've been feeling great!" [He stays where he's standing.] "Though we don't wanna get a cold from the rain, right?"

[Questions, questions. . .] "I'm just worried, well, have you seen anyone else at the Inn?"

"Apart from those three this morning? Nope! There was a bonded-couple around this morning, but they left really early."

[This morning?] "Who were those three again?"

[He tilts his head.] "That traveler, remember? Silver hair? Her name was Vixul, by the way. I think she knew those two who were bickering but that's just a guess."

{That girl. Ask about that girl.}

[You twitch a little. Hello to you too, Antimatter~] "Oh? What was she like!"

"Oh she's nice! From some place far off, said I couldn't guess her country even if I tried!" [He replied with a laugh.]

{Antimatter? Really?}

[You need a nickname, Antimatter~ Hmm, couldn't guess her country?] "She didn't. . . Do anything weird, did she?"

"Weird?" [He shakes his head.] "No? Sif, are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh I'm great, Isa, don't worry about me~" [You say with a smile.]

". . ." [He looks away, clearly something on his mind.]

{. . .}

". . . What's wrong, Isa?" [You ask. Still not taking any steps forward.]

". . ." [He sighed.] ". . Do you even like me?"

[!?!??!??!!??]

{!!!!!!}

"W-what ah. . What brought this on?" [You say, trying not to panic.]

"You don't, do you. . ." [He gripped his arm.] "Not, you anyways."

"W-what, what do you-"

"You never liked me did you!" [He looks, looks REALLY upset!] "I-it's been months since I said I love you a-and you keep avoiding me!!"

[WHAT?!?!?!?]

{It's true. Siffrin did not want to talk about their relationship. They were terrified.}

[OF WHAT!!!] "T-that, I-, I'm sorry Isa I, I just have a lot going on and-"

[He yells.] "That didn't stop Mal!"

[What??]

{That's enough. He's being controlled, loop back-}

[You ignore it.] "I- What?!? What did, it. . ."

[Isabeau took a step towards you.] "The only one who's been close to me was Mal! And you all said it was scary and dangerous!! A-and I'm starting to think you were just jealous!!"

[W-what. What. Mal?? what is he talking about?!?!]

{Leave. Go away.}

[You are NOT kicking me out of front!! You take another step back.]

[Isabeau continues.] "Mal has been the ONLY one to be there for me! To really, really be there!! A-and, and I just want to know if you love me too or if it's all fake!!!"

[T-this, this isn't real. Haha. It's not. He's-]

{Effected by mind craft. Please leave now.}

[You didn't.] "I'm, Isa I'm sorry I, uh-"

[He's crying, he- his right hand is bleeding?!?] "It's fine!! Just say it!! Just say you don't love me!!"

{Go. BACK!}

[You shake, that's, that-] "I-isa, I, I-"

"It's fine!! It's fine!!! At least I know one of you has the courage to kiss me!!"

[WHAT?!?!]

{Loop back. Loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back-}

"W-what did, did, you, a-and-"

"What does it matter!!" [He's crying harder.] "I, I- I'm--"

-Loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back loop back LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK!!! PLEASE!!!!!}

[You can see him choke on his words. You smell, y-you smell-] "I-I'm, sorry--"

[You smell burnt sugar.]

{-LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK LOOP BACK-}

[seidenbros]

It's Written in the Stars

prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Pairing: Barkeeper!Eddie Munson x Reader (best friends & roommates) Summary: For your birthday, Eddie gives you your own galaxy. A jar filled with fairy lights and origami stars that have messages written on them. At the bottom there is an origami heart where he wrote his feelings for you down, because he doesn't want to ruin the friendship you have with that. He's been in love with you for ages, but never had the courage to say it out loud, especially not since you were always in a relationship, and when you weren't Eddie was just dating someone. It will take you some time to get to the bottom of the jar to find that confession, though, or will ot? Word count: 6985 Warning/Tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friend Eddie, Barkeeper Eddie, petnames (princess, honey etc), bit of sexual tension, idiot boyfriend, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES, reader gets drunk, Eddie takes care of her (let me know if I missed anything) A/N: I teaed this idea alredy, and it'sfinally here. It's also part of @newlips milestome celebration, so HUGE CONGRATS to you and thank you so, so much for hosting this event. Ever since I stumbled upon it, I couldn't stop thinking of this idea and had to write it down before anything else really. So I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it (cause who doesn't like lovesick Eddie?) 💚 Read on AO3

Living with you was the best and worst thing for Eddie. The best because he got to live with his best friend and had you around most of the time. The worst, because he was so painfully in love with you and still had to see you with someone else. What he wanted most in the world was to see you happy, and as long as you were happy with your boyfriend, he’d accept it. But God forbid, he found out that he wasn’t treating you the way you should be treated. Sure, Eddie was the kind of guy who would worship the hell out of you, but you were already treated like the most precious being as his best friend.

So many times, he’d thought about telling you about his feelings, but he’d chickened out. Or rather told himself that he was just doing what was best for your friendship, because that way he wouldn’t destroy it. After all, you always seemed to be in a relationship when he wasn’t, and the other way around, even though he was always kind of stuck in the dating phase, because his heart already belonged to you. But he tried. Tried to open it up to someone else, but they simply weren’t you.

Of course, he’d talked to Steve about it, not just once, but that wasn’t enough. He had to tell you somehow, and so he came up with an idea. He wrote it down. Sure, he’d already written his feelings down in a song, but that was more… universal. But for your birthday, he’d made something for you. A little jar that had fairy lights in it, so you could turn them on and make your own galaxy. Galaxy? Yes, because it was filled with little origami stars.

Eddie had spent a lot of time on them, and every star had a special message in it. There were jokes or tiny drawings, memories that made him smile and were bound to make you smile as well. He even made you little vouchers that you could cash in whenever you felt like it, either for a movie night, a home cooked meal, a massage… He just wanted you to take out one of those stars whenever you needed a little pick-me-up.

At the bottom of the jar, he’d placed the origami heart, made out of pale rose coloured paper that had a whole love confession written on it. He’d needed to get it out, write it down, so he’d done just that. In his mind, he’d told you about his feelings, he just didn’t know when you were going to read it.

Today was your birthday, and Eddie hadn’t been able to be there last night, because he had to work, and when he’d gotten home around four in the morning, you’d already been fast asleep. Tonight, you’d celebrate your birthday at the bar Eddie worked at. He wouldn’t exactly work, but he’d take care of your drinks, so you’d get them a bit cheaper, since none of the other barkeepers would have to tend to you.

He was nervous when he heard your door open, not sure whether you’d come out alone or with your current boyfriend Miles. You’d spent the evening with him and another couple you were friends with, but apparently, you’d come home alone, much to Eddie’s surprise - but it made him happy, because that meant that he had you to himself at least this morning.

“Good morning, princess, and the happiest of birthdays!” Eddie got up from his chair, revealing the kitchen table behind him, which was filled with pancakes, eggs and bacon. When he opened his arms for you, you all but flung yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, poking your nose into his chest and taking a deep breath. Eddie always felt like home, always calmed you down, and it was the same right now. He was your anchor when everything else was swirling around you.

“You okay?” he asked carefully, knowing by the way you clung onto him that something was up. By now, he knew you well enough. Instead of answering straight away, you hugged him a little tighter, huffing against his chest.

“Alright, no need to answer, but it’s your birthday.” Eddie smoothed a hand over your head as you slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes. “And that means, I’m gonna turn that frown upside down. Wanna see you happy today!”

That was enough already to make you soften, to make your lips curl up slightly.

“How do you do that?” you eventually say with a laugh, disbelief making you shake your head.

“How do I do what?” A smile pushed Eddie’s lips up, making his eyes crinkle.

“Make me forget what a douchebag my boyfriend is and put a smile on my face.”

“Ah, honey, it’s because I’ve known you long enough.” And because I love you so fucking much it hurts.

“Mhm… thank you.” You squeezed him once more, before you looked at the table. “All that for me?”

“Well, I was hoping you'd share that with me, but if you’re that hungry, I guess, I’ll just have some coffee.” You raised your hand to slap his upper arm, and Eddie being Eddie, tumbles back slightly, immediately covering the spot with his own hand. “Oww! The pain! I really don’t think I can serve you drinks tonight. I’ve only got one working arm.”

“Jesus, you’re a drama king.”

“You know me.” Eddie chuckled, and when you’d sat down at the table, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before he sat down as well. He poured you some coffee, then filled your plate with a bit of everything. “Eat up, you’re gonna need it if you wanna celebrate tonight.”

“What, you trying to get me drunk or what?” you asked with a chuckle, before you started eating, a moan leaving your lips at the delicious taste. You didn’t realise that Eddie’s eyes were lingering a little longer on your lips and that he seemed a little flustered, because he quickly answered you.

“Then I wouldn’t give you that much food.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, chuckling to himself. “Just trying to watch out for you so that you’ll have a good evening, love.”

“Mhm…” You knew he meant it, knew that he’d always watch out for you, and it made your heart swell. Eddie was the one person you trusted with everything, trusted the most out of all the people you knew - even more than Miles. And that was one of the reasons you’d had that argument the night before.

“We’re one person less tonight anyway.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna see Miles there.” You avoided eye-contact, concentrated on your food instead.

“Alright.” Oh, Eddie was dying to ask what had happened, what that idiot had done this time, but he bit his tongue instead. It was up to you whether you wanted to tell him or not.

“Yeah he made a huge fuss about something yesterday and there was a lot of yelling and…” You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to think about it anymore. Yes, he’d frightened you a little bit, but you knew that he’d never lay a hand on you. But the loud yelling wasn’t exactly something you  were good with. “So I told him to stay away today.”

“It’s your birthday, and you choose how to celebrate it. So we won’t see him tonight.” Eddie gave you a smile, tried his hardest not to show how happy he was about this, because it meant that he didn’t have to see Miles sucking on your throat again half the evening or anything like that.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile before your fingers traced over the glass jar next to your plate. “What’s that?”

“Your present!”

“Really? It looks amazing!” Ever so gently, you picked up the jar and turned it around in your hands, making Eddie’s heart skip a beat.

“It’s not just something to look at, though,” Eddie said with a twinkle in his eye, leaning back to cross his arms over his chest. “All of them have a little note in them.”

“What?” Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at that and you quickly undid the lid of the jar and pulled one of the stars out to carefully unfold it. “All of them? That was a lot of work, Eddie!”

“Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders. You were definitely worth it in his eyes. “It’s just something for… whenever you need something to lift your spirits, you know? When you’re having a bad day, you can take one of these stars out of there and read that note. Wish upon a star and everything.”

“Don’t let anyone dim your light. You’re the brightest star in your own galaxy.” You pressed your lips together, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Hey! No crying! It’s your birthday after all!”

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath before you quickly stood up and wrapped your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“Anything for you!” And he meant it. He would move heaven and hell for you. “And now eat up, you got a long day ahead of you.

“Harrington! Come over here and help me!” Eddie called over to his other best friend, while you were lost in conversation with Robin. You looked so happy, so relaxed, that Eddie was relieved. There was so far no sign of Miles and that made you a lot calmer. By now, you were on your third drink, and everyone was enjoying this evening. No bad conversations, just friends enjoying their drinks, the music, dancing here and there.

“Where’s her idiot boyfriend?” Steve asked, taking one of the trays with drinks from Eddie.

“They had an argument yesterday so she told him to stay away.”

“Your chance then!” Steve meant well, because he knew that the two of you would make the best couple, but he also knew that Eddie was unbelievably shy when it came to telling you about his feelings. Hence the idea with the jar, because he’d never know when you’d read it or if you would read it at all - and he didn’t really have a way of pulling out of it, since the jar was yours now.

“Steve, she didn’t dump him, so…” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, taking the other tray. “They’ve been there before.” No, he really didn’t want to get his hopes up. And even if you separated from Miles, that didn’t mean that Eddie would suddenly tell you about his feelings. You were still his best friend after all, and more than anything, he didn’t want to lose you.

“Yeah I know.”

As the two of them put the trays down on the table where the whole group was sitting, Eddie saw you tense up and followed your line of sight.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled as he saw Miles stalk over to your table, the look on his face telling everyone that he wasn’t exactly happy. But before he could get to you, Eddie stepped up to him, holding up his hand. “Miles, this is not a good idea. She doesn’t want to see you here.”

“That’s none of your business, Munson. I’m her boyfriend, and I want to talk to her!” Miles looked past him towards you, but then quickly focused on Eddie again.

Miles was about Eddie’s height, but he had broader shoulders, looked a bit more intimidating than Eddie did even with his tattoos. But Eddie would never back down when it was about you. Now, he wasn’t exactly someone who went looking for a fight, and if anything was going to happen, he knew that Steve would get him out of there and knock Miles out. After all, he’d started playing hockey a few years back and definitely knew how to fight. Still, that wasn’t what Eddie wanted to happen tonight, he just wanted Miles to leave so you could enjoy the rest of the evening.

“And I’m her best friend, so I’m looking out for her.”

“Best friend my ass. I know what you want, Munson so back off!” He took a step more towards Eddie, going toe to toe with him, and that prompted you to get up.

“It’s alright, Eddie.” You pushed your body between the two of them so they both had to take a step back. “I’ll handle that.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie studied your face, concern written all over his own, because he didn’t want you to have to deal with that, maybe even ruin the evening for you.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

You gave Eddie a smile before you turned around and pretty much pushed Miles out of the bar ahead of you. Eddie took a deep breath, watching you leave. This evening was supposed to be about you, that you were enjoying yourself and then MIles managed to make it about himself. At least that was Eddie’s opinion as he sat back down. Maybe, because he didn’t really like Miles for obvious reasons.

“You look like you need a drink,” Steve said with a sympathetic smile and pushed one of the cocktails over to Eddie.

“No thanks, I’ll stick to water.” As much as he wanted to drink right now to calm his nerves, he’d stay sober. A promise was a promise, and even though you’d told him that he could drink, that you’d find the way home together either way, he’d promised to take care of you tonight. That he’d take care of the drinks, and that wouldn’t work if he started drinking himself. Because if he started now, he’d drown his worries and feelings in alcohol.

“I’d rather have a cigarette now,” he added with a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t go outside now, because Miles and you were there. So, instead he tried to listen to the conversations around him, his left leg bouncing up and down, his eyes darting to the door again and again, until he felt a hand on his thigh.

“She’ll be alright. You know she’s tough.” Robin gave his thigh a squeeze before she straightened again.

“Yeah I know…” Eddie rubbed both hands over his face, taking a deep breath. “Just want her to have a good birthday.”

“Yeah I know. And Miles really doesn’t add to that.” Robin rolled her eyes, because she’d never been a fan of him. She just didn’t know what you saw in a guy like him when you had someone as loving and caring like Eddie right in front of you. One evening when the two of you and Nancy had had a lot of wine while watching movies, you’d told them that you’d always had a thing for Eddie, but you were apparently destined to be best friends. Wrong timing and all that.

“No, apparently not.” Eddie heaved a sigh, because he didn’t want to say too much. And he didn’t have to, because the next moment he looked up at the door, you came storming back inside. Immediately, Eddie stood up only to have you in his arms a second later, your face pressed against his chest. He felt the tears sink into his Dio shirt, the one you’d given him years ago, felt your body shake slightly. This wasn’t good, not at all, and he hated seeing you like this.

“We’ll be right back,” he mouthed to Steve over your head, before he managed to manoeuvre you into one of the backrooms. Carefully, he sat you down on the couch and crouched down in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, putting his hands on your thighs, his thumbs drawing circles into the skin exposed on your knees.

“Yeah, I…” you sniffled, lifting your hands to brush the tears away. “He’s an asshole.” A deep breath, before you shook your head. “A fucking moron really.”

“Yet… he made you cry.” It was just a fact that he stated, a fact he hated, because he didn’t want to see you cry, especially not because of Miles.

“Yeah.” Ever so slowly, you lifted your head to look at Eddie again. “Because he said stuff about you.” You quickly shook your head again, getting up from the couch. “I don’t wanna think about it anymore.”

Eddie followed you, straightening as well, his eyes on you all the time. What the hell had Miles said that had made you cry? Because of him?

“So I dumped him.”

Eddie froze. That was the last thing he’d expected at all, and he shouldn’t be happy, but his heart still did a little tumble upon the news.

“Shit, y/n… I’m sorry.” Not really, because he’d never liked Miles, but he still wanted you to be happy.

“Don’t be,” you said with a sigh, stepping up to the mirror on the wall to look at yourself and clean the streaks of mascara from your cheeks. “Miles never really… satisfied me, you know? Not a big loss.”

“Oh okay.” Eddie nodded, trying to follow your thoughts and when he finally did, his eyes widened. “Ohhh! Shit now I’m sorry you spent so much time with him. A vibrator might have made a better boyfriend then.”

You laughed, and it was the best sound Eddie had heard all day. It warmed his heart, because he’d wanted to lift your mood with his comment - even though he was half serious.

“Thank you, really, Eddie.” You stepped up to him again to give him a hug. “Do I look presentable?”

“You always look fucking gorgeous!”

“Ahh, now you’re just flattering me!”

He wasn’t, but you didn’t know. To him, you’d always be the most beautiful woman in the room, but he couldn’t tell you that right now. Not when you’d just dumped your boyfriend.

“God, I need a drink. Or a couple.”

“Drink all you want. I already told you, I’ll take care of you and make sure you get home safely.”

“Yeah… Guess I really need that now.”

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you back to the table. He took care that you always had drinks at your table, and in turn he was rewarded with your warm laugh, with a smile on your lips, and even with your singing after you’d had a couple more drinks. Especially after Miles’ appearance, he was glad that you were still able to enjoy this evening - maybe even a bit too much, because when everyone went home, you were hardly able to stand on your own two feet.

Your purse was slung over Eddie’s shoulder, and he had the other arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you upright. He’d actually wanted to carry you home, but you hadn’t allowed him to do that, telling him that you were too heavy for that. Bullshit in his opinion, because he was stronger than he looked, but he didn’t want to start a discussion with a drunk birthday girl. Well technically it wasn’t your birthday anymore, but none of you cared.

Eddie managed to bring you up the stairs without any injuries. While he unlocked the door, you were trying to take off your shoes, but failed miserably, because you couldn’t stand on one foot without toppling over.

“Just… wait a second, I’ll help you.” Eddie heaved a sigh, slowly guiding you inside and locking the door from the inside. He walked you over to the living room to sit you down on the sofa.

“So… so sorry Eds… just… ugh!” you mumbled, closing your eyes against the light that Eddie had just turned on.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologise. I told you to let loose tonight and that I’d take care of you.”

“I knooooow… still!” You leaned back on the sofa, head falling against the headrest, your eyes still closed. Eddie quickly walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He handed it to you before he crouched down to take off your shoes.

“Did you have fun, princess?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, a smile spreading on your lips. Slowly, you lifted your head again and leaned forward. Your right hand found its place on Eddie’s cheek, and he stiffened a little, leaning into your touch, because it felt so good. But he knew that it was a fleeting moment, that it would be over any moment, because this was just happening because you were drunk.

“Ready to go to bed?”

“Ya know…” you started, squinting at him as your thumb brushed over his bottom lip. “I’ve to tell you some… something.” You leaned forward a bit more. “Dumped Milo-”

“Miles,” Eddie corrected, not able to suppress a smile, because you were absolutely adorable right now.

“Yeah… that one! I dumped his ass… ‘Cause I’m in lov-” your words were cut off when you nearly fell off the sofa and spilled the water over Eddie. He reacted quickly, catching you mid fall to steady you, the glass abandoned on the floor. He hadn’t even completely realised what you’d just said, because he was too concerned about your well-being.

“Feeling better now?” he quietly asked, and when you nodded, he slowly got up, helped you up as well and led you to the bathroom, so you could wash your face and brush your teeth.

While you were busy at the sink, Eddie made quick work of his shoes, shirt and jeans and just put all of that in the bathtub, so he could put that in the washing the next morning.

“Your clothes!” You pointed at his naked chest and looked up at him.

“Yeah, I had to take them off, because they’re wet.” “‘M sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay, love! It’s just water.” He took your hand in his to reassure you, but then let go again. “Come on, sit down.” As careful as possible, he sat you down on the toilet lid and grabbed your favourite brush. In silence, he started brushing your hair, careful not to rip too many hairs out of hurt you in any way.

“You’re so sweet to me.” Your words were whispered, your eyes nearly completely shut, because sleep was threatening to pull you in. “You don’t have… have to…”

“Shh, it’s okay, alright? I told you, I’d take care of you and I am. Just let me do this and then I’ll get you to bed, alright?”

You gave the faintest nod, but it was enough for Eddie to keep going. When he was done with your hair, he took off your makeup, then put your night cream on your face, before he took your hand in his again to lead you towards your bedroom.

“Can you stand for a moment?” he asked you again, just to make sure that you were okay, and you nodded. Carefully, his fingers traced down your back to the zipper of your skirt and he slowly pulled it down. “That okay?”

“Mhm…” Right now, you just wanted to sleep, but taking off your clothes first was a good idea. You didn’t really care anymore, but you knew you were safe in Eddie’s hands, so you let him help you.

Eddie stepped around you so that you could hold onto his shoulders while he pulled down your skirt and helped you step out of it.

“Lift your arms for me please.” After you did that, Eddie gripped the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it up over your head, trying not to concentrate on the way your soft skin felt against his knuckles. Or the way your breasts pushed up because of your raised arms. Or the way the black lace left little to the imagination, because it was partly see-through. No, it wasn’t appropriate to stare or even think about you like that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Alright, time to get some sleep.” You were too drunk to pick up on the rasp in his voice, his teeth that bore into his bottom lip. Nothing of that registered for you as you turned around and pretty much flopped down on your bed, just reaching out one hand to pull the covers up over your body.

“Thanks, Eds,” you managed to mumble before you drifted off to sleep. Eddie stood there for a moment longer and just watched you, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Good night, princess.”

You woke up the next morning or rather midday with a groan. The pounding in your head only became worse when you sat up. Looking down your body you realised that you were only wearing your underwear. A really sexy set that you loved but you tried to remember when you took your clothes off, wracked your brain for that memory. And then it hit you.

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing both hands over your face and through your hair. Eddie. Eddie had taken care of you, had even helped you wash your face and take off your clothes - all that after you’d spilled water over him. This realisation mortified you even more than the fact that he’d seen you in your see-through underwear.

He was such a good friend that he’d never do anything you didn’t want. And that was the problem, he was a friend and nothing more, when your heart and body were aching for more. You’d blurted out that you were in love with Eddie last night, hadn’t you? You were pretty sure you had, but you couldn’t be sure. It was all such a blur. 

Slowly, you got up and quickly grabbed one of your oversized sweaters and a pair of leggings to pull them on before you headed to the kitchen. The smell of coffee tickled in your nose and made you quicken your pace only to find Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. At your spot, there was already a cup of coffee and two pills for your headache.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile as he looked up from the book he was reading. He had the day off today as well, but Steve was going to pick him up any minute now. “How’re you feeling?”

“My head is killing me, but I guess this will help.” You sat down opposite him and washed the pills down with some coffee.

“Oh, they will. You should just get something to eat, take a long hot bath and then watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah I will.” Nodding your head wasn’t such a good idea, because you regretted that straight away. “Look about what I said yesterday…” Better get it over now than wait till Eddie asked you about it.

“What do you mean?” Eddie squinted at you as he closed the book. “You were drunk, honey, you only told me that I was sweet for taking care of you or something.”

“Really?” You scrunched up your nose, trying to remember exactly what you’d said and when you realised that you hadn’t finished your love confession because you’d spilled water on him you were suddenly mortified, not sure if that had been better than blurting out that you were in love with him. “Oh God and then I…” You hid your face in your hands, groaning at the memory.

“It’s okay, really.” Eddie chuckled, getting up from his chair. Carefully, he pried your hand away to reveal your face to him. “I’m just glad you enjoyed your evening after everything.”

“I did!” It was the truth, even though you could have done without the throwing up part.

“That’s Steve,” Eddie said when the doorbell rang, taking his hands off your and heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Get some rest!”

“Yeah…” You would try that at least, but you’d also think about the previous night again and again.

Two weeks passed and everything was going well. To be honest, you hadn’t missed Miles at all. Sure, some nights you were longing for some company, but just the thought of Miles being there made you shiver. There was someone else whose company you wanted. Someone else whose strong hands you wanted to feel on your back holding you close, whose curls you wanted to tickle your cheeks as he leaned over you to kiss you.

Ever since the night of your birthday, those feelings were more present than ever before. For once, you were single and Eddie wasn’t actively dating anyone as far as you knew, but still, it wasn’t that simple. What were you supposed to do, just walk up to him and tell him how you felt? Thinking back to that night, you were still mortified that you’d nearly blurted it out.

“You happy now? Have you finally fucked your so-called best friend?”

You froze when you heard Miles' voice behind you. You’d just bought a couple of groceries, had left the house just for that, and you had to meet him.

“He’s not my so-called best friend. Eddie is my best friend. Something you never understood.” You turned around to look at him, fire in your eyes, because he was aggravating you so much.

“Yeah sure,” Miles scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“What is your problem, Miles?”

“He is. If it weren’t for him, we’d still be together!”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” You turned around again to keep walking, not wanting to indulge in this conversation, but Miles grabbed a hold of your wrist, stopping you in your movements.

“He won’t be able to satisfy you the way I did, baby!”

“You never satisfied me, now let me go!” You turned towards him only to glare at him. “And you’ll never satisfy anyone until you learn what and where the clitoris is!” You spat the words at him, leaving him completely stunned. Your chance to walk home, your steps getting quicker and quicker. Your heart was still beating rapidly in your chest when you closed the door behind you.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself and put the bag down in the kitchen and took off your shoes. Quick steps led you to your room, because you needed one of the stars Eddie had made for you. Something to ground you, lift your mood, because they’d managed to do that every day since you’d gotten that little gift from him. It was such a sweet gift, something so thoughtful, whereas Miles had gotten you some red roses, when you didn’t even like roses.

You practically kicked the door open, because you were still so aggravated that it hit the wall and the shelf behind it. The shelf that held the jar Eddie had given you. It happened faster than you were able to react, and it toppled over the edge of the shelf, hitting the floor and shattering into tiny pieces.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, immediately walking over and bending down to inspect the damage, but there really was no saving the jar anymore, but you could at least pick up the stars and save them, because you wanted to keep them. When you crouched down to pick some of them up, you managed to cut your hand on one of the glass shards.

“Of course,” you mumbled to yourself, quickly reaching for an abandoned shirt to wrap that around your hand to stop the bleeding. Just before you wanted to stand up again to go to the bathroom, your eyes landed on a bigger piece of paper among the stars. When you pushed the stars aside to pick it up, you realised that it was an origami heart, a pale rose coloured paper that made you smile immediately. Eddie had put that in the jar as well, and now, you were curious what this one said.

Carefully, and as best as you could with one injured hand, you unfolded the paper and started reading, but your eyes already teared up at the first couple of words.

My dearest y/n…

I don’t even know how to start this, because I’ve been carrying it with me for so long, but I feel like my heart will burst if I don’t get the words out to you. Sure, this might seem like the easy way, and maybe it is, but I just don’t want to lose you. I’ve been in love with you for so long, have seen you with other guys, always hoping that they would make you happy, when in reality, I longed to be them, to be the man by your side, the one to make you smile, the one to hold you at night and fall asleep with my nose in your hair. To wake up with you on top of me, because you toss and turn in your sleep. All the love songs I’ve written since I’ve known you were about you. About the way your eyes light up when you see something that makes you happy. About the way you try to hide your tears when we watch a sad movie and tell me that you are not crying. About the way the sun catches in your hair when you do a little twirl out of happiness. About the way your nose crinkles when you’re deep in thought. It’s the little things that always stick with me, the little things I miss the most. I’ve always wanted you to be happy, secretly hoping that you’d be happiest with me. But just being a part of your life, to be your best friend, is something that I do not want to miss, and that’s why I never told you. But I am doing that now. I love you. And not just like a friend. I love you from the bottom of my heart and you make me so happy every single day. And that’s why I want to see you happy, no matter who is by your side.

Yours, always, Eddie

When Eddie came home and walked into the kitchen, he was confused to find your bag filled with groceries abandoned on a chair. He called out to you, but didn’t get an answer. After taking off his shoes and jacket, he walked to your room to check if you were there, but when he found you, his alarm bells went off.

“Shit! Are you okay?” His eyes scanned the floor, and he saw the broken jar, the shards of glass lying around. Then, his eyes landed on the fabric wrapped around your hand, already stained with your blood. “Y/N?”

When you turned your head towards Eddie, he could see the tears brimming in your eyes. You hadn’t even heard him come in because you were so lost in the words he’d written down.

“Come on, it’s not that bad, let me just… clear that wound, okay?” Carefully, Eddie took your injured hand in his, not realising that you were holding his love confession in the other hand, because he was too concerned with the blood he was seeing.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he nearly whispered as he guided you out of your room and into the bathroom, where he carefully unwrapped your hand and tossed the shirt aside.

“That’s gonna sting a little bit, okay?” Eddie was under the impression that you were in some sort of shock because of the injury, but that was definitely not the case. It was more what you’d discovered, but so far, Eddie still hadn’t picked up on that.

“Mhm,” you answered him, wincing slightly when he poured some warm water over your hand to clean the wound.

“Doesn’t look that bad,” Eddie said with a smile, looking up at you for a moment, before he took a clean towel to put that on your hand and pressed it against the cut slightly. Meanwhile, he reached with his other hand into the cupboard to take out a bandaid.

“You’ve been a really good patient, and I’m happy to tell you that you won’t need stitches.” Eddie took the towel off your hand again, before he softly placed the bandaid on the cut. “Kisses help as well, you know?” With a smile on his lips, he lifted your hand to kiss your palm, right above the bandaid. The gesture made you shiver.

“What if my lips hurt as well?” You spoke the words before you could think better of it. “You gonna  kiss them as well?”

“What?” Eddie looked at you, eyes wide with surprise. You’d obviously flustered him with that, but he wasn’t pulling back. You eyes scanned his face, the wide-blown pupils, the parted lips, the way his breathing increased, and his hand held yours a little tighter. “Did you lose too much blood? You feel light-headed?”

Eddie couldn’t believe what you’d just said, it was ridiculous. Had he even heard you correctly? Of course, he knew that you hadn’t lost that much blood, but right now, it seemed like the only logical thing in the world to him.

“I’m fine Eddie… never been better actually, because of this.”

You held up the piece of paper and when Eddie saw what it was, recognised his own handwriting, all the colour drained from his face. God, he really wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He’d thought he’d have a lot more time before you found this.

“Did you mean all of that?” You had to make sure, had to know if he really meant it or had intended it for someone else, even if your name was at the top.

“I-” Eddie started, raising his hands to run both of them through his hair, his tongue darting out to wet his lips that suddenly felt way too fucking dry. “Yes.”

A simple question, a simple answer. What Eddie didn’t expect, though, were your lips on his. Your lips crashed together, and it wasn’t at all enjoyable for either of you, so you quickly pulled back again, absolutely horrified about what had just happened.

“I’m… fuck sorry, Eddie,” you started babbling, shaking your head, while you took a step back. “I’ve just… God, I’ve been carrying that around with me and haven’t said a word, because I didn’t think you’d feel the same way and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down!” Eddie placed both hands on your upper arms, heart racing in his chest. Had he heard you correctly? “You… feel the same way?”

“YES! And I’d thought that I had blurted that out to you on my birthday, before I…” You motioned with your hands to make him realise what you were talking about, because you didn’t want to say that out loud again. The memory was still embarrassing.

After a moment, Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, that… but you didn’t. I didn’t hear it at least.” He lifted one hand from your arm to put his pointer finger beneath your chin and lift your head so you had to look at him.

“I love you, Eddie. I’ve been in love with you for so long!” You blurted the words out faster than you could think, your heart beating so fast and hard that you were sure Eddie could hear it.

“And I love you, y/n… Can’t even remember a time when I didn’t.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off him, now that he’d finally said the words to you, now that you knew how he felt. All that was made infinitely better by the fact that you were feeling the same way.

“Now, how about we try that again, hm?” Eddie whispered, his fingers caressing your cheek, cupping it so he could tilt your head a bit to his liking, before his lips softly pressed against yours.

You felt that kiss everywhere, from your lips down to the tips of your toes, your fingertips started tingling as you dug them into his shirt for a moment. Eddie fingers moved from your cheek to your neck, the other arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. Close wasn’t close enough right now. Your own hands moved up his chest, delved into his locks, and when you tugged slightly on them, Eddie moaned into your mouth.

“Now, that was much better,” he mumbled against your lips, chuckling slightly, as he wrapped both arms around your. Eddie leaned his head against yours, taking a deep breath, as he cherished the moment.

“How long?” you quietly asked, making him open his eyes again and pull back slightly so that he could look at you. You twisted one of his curls around your finger, the other hand slowly stroking over his cheek and down to his chest again.

“Way too long.” Eddie shook his head with a sigh. “I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“Mhm… So, we could have had that years ago?”

“Pretty much.”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head, thought for a moment, before you looked up at him again. “Guess we’ve got a lot of time to make up for then.”

With a smile on your lips, you kissed him again, pressing your body against his, but you had to pull back when you moved your hand wrong and realised how much the cut actually hurt.

“Yeah, we do. But for now, I think we could just cuddle up on the sofa, hm? Watch a movie and keep doing some more of this stuff in between.” Eddie stole another kiss from your lips, grinning to himself. “How’s that sound?”

“Perfect!”

And it was. It was the perfect start to a new chapter for both of you. Your galaxy in the jar might have been destroyed, but with Eddie, you were making your own galaxy, and you both were right at the centre of it, having orbited around each other for so long, but now, you’d finally collided and were shining brighter than ever together.

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( i fucking broke the drop down menu for my links, and i can't fix it without breaking the toggle menu i just spent two days on so fuck it. if you need my links, click on the mobile nav in my description. i'd rather have the theme break than the toggle menu at this point.

anyways, the worldbuilding page is currently FINISHED!!!

what's new:

The End of Tazmily's Fake Story

The Dark Dragon and the Magifolk (much more in depth now)

The World Before Nowhere

check out all the new worldbuilding (and the fancy toggle) here!! )

( i have been... trying to get this stupid fucking toggle container to work on my worldbuilding page for a couple days. i have no coding experience so was going mad trying to figure out what i was missing. i knew the code should work because i was lifting it wholesale from an old rp group blog i used to run with a friend who had that code, but it wasn't working... but i finally got it. i finally figured out it was missing a piece of code that the blog. just doesn't have but yet it works anyways???

anyways, the worldbuilding page is under construction while i add some new stuff. expect to see a shiny new worldbuilding page soon though!! the toggle container is just nice because i know my worldbuilding is VERY intensive and thorough, so it'll make it easier to read through and jump to different subjects :] )

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"I think I caught an angel..."

Hearing about a giant winged creature stealing food from and terrorising the nearby village, hunter Jonathan takes it upon himself to capture it, and soon, he is able to take it by surprise, successfully trapping it. Much to his shock, though, the beast is unlike any creature he's ever seen before...

The question is... what is he going to do now?

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Day 1 of Jonawagon week!! Decided to combine two of the prompts (alternate first meeting & fantasy AU)

@tempest-loupnoir and I have had this AU for a while now but we still have no idea what to call it :P

How To Train Your Speedwagon -wheeeeze-

@speedstarweek

Yes it's a little late shhhhhh it'sfine-

Bonus Wingwagon without the net under the cut:

[thecurseoftailsdoll]

Every time I spend money it feels so awful, I've obtained 0 trinkets within the last half a year+, but i wasn't much of a trinkethead even before migrating.. I recently invested into a sketchbook w plain white pages cos my checkered tiny notebook is uncomfortable to draw in cause of the way the paper is attached and a4 printer paper is annoying to keep afterwards. It was like 12 euro and I was deciding whether or not to get it (and a small lego set for enrichment I decided to pass on) for like 8 minutes and was late for my bus cos of that... Feels bad. Also the sticker paper I managed to beg out is thin and isn't glossy so I don't think anybody would gaf about buying stickers on it from me *bash head against a wall*IF I HAD A WAY TO SELL THOSE. it's chill for personal use I literally just put a layer of transparent tape over it. it's fine. I said it's fine. And the fabric transfer paper I similarly begged out hasn't been used either cause I don't have the like other paper to put over fabric n image. I wondered if cooking paper ? could work but IDKKKKK IDK *grasping head* *on the floor* it'sfine. Haven't been doing anything with fabric like wanted to haven't looked into essentially any sewing things but i did make a hatkid keychain out of paper cardboard transparent tape and a thread😏 so really, I won. Also thinking about clay still. But everything I find online is baked at crazy temperature and is unfit for our humble stove. And the stove baked clay is all in tiny packets and as such crazy overpriced even if I make tiny stuff. And I don't speak French enough to traverse the internet on this topic properly. Okay it's 10pm in 9 minutes I HAVE to sleep now.Goodbye