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I felt like drawing the neighbors

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YOU

SO

FUCKIN

PRECIOUS

WHEN

YOU

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May have an eduardo x reader where eduardo is crying and reader asks if he wants a hug or not and he does end up hugging the reader it's just that he does it far a long time and they end up cuddling

Staring out the window, Eduardo saw Edd and his friends walking by his house, laughing and high-fiving each other. They seemed to be having such a good time.

A trio of good friends who were still together after all these years, with nobody missing.

And nobody dead..unlike...

'That jerk....why does he get to be happy but I can't?' He just gritted his teeth, before he closed his eyes and tried to imagine it never happened.

That he never lost Jon and that idiot was just sitting on the sofa behind him, twirling a drumstick.

But when he turned around, the furniture had no occupant.

"Damn it.." The tears started to fall as he heard Edd's obnoxious laughter, covering his ears so he didn't have to listen to the sound of his rival's happiness.

It wasn't fair.

Why was he like this?

He should've moved on by now. He should've been out there mocking Edd. Just like old times.

"Eduardo?"

Looking up, he saw you in front of him with a concerned expression. He tensed up, thinking you and Mark had gone out shopping.

After Jon died you moved in and took his room. Of course you felt terrible to hear of his death, even though you didn't know much about him.

While Mark recovered from the loss, Eduardo seemed to be stuck in this slump for years. You didn't know a lot about his friendship but obviously they must've been close for his death to still hit him this hard.

"If you're gonna tell me I should "go outside", you can shove it." Eduardo immediately got defensive. "Cause I'm not-"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted a hug." You cut in gently, offering your arms to him. "I mean..I know you're not much of a hugger but.."

"Do I look like..I-I need one to you?" Despite his attempts at being sarcastic, his voice cracked on the last word. And the tears kept falling.

You didn't buy it. "Yes. Eddie..I know you act like you're tough shit, but it's okay. It's only us here, so you can let it all out. I won't judge."

Eventually, he caved and accepted your offer. He only wanted to hug you for a quick second, but...your hold on him was so damn comforting he couldn't help but melt into it more.

With his head pressed against your shoulder, it didn't take long for him to let himself go. All of the pent-up sadness and anger finally making him break down into a sobbing mess in your arms.

In between sobs, he rambled about why he was such a horrible person and how it wasn't fair that everyone else around him can be happy but him. He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he just needed to tell someone.

You simply listened and murmured sweet nothings, rubbing a hand up and down his back. 'Jeez..god only knows how badly he needed this.'

The hug lasted a lot longer than you expected. This man was holding onto you for dear life, but you couldn't blame him.

"You wanna move to the sofa so we can be more..uh..comfortable?" You suggested a few minutes later, heat rising to your cheeks as you didn't want him to get the wrong idea. But Eduardo just nodded, only letting go so you can lead him to the sofa.

After sitting down, you hugged him once more and he didn't resist whatsoever. Soon it turned into you both cuddling, his head resting on your shoulder again as he leaned on you entirely for support.

You hummed softly and ran your fingers through his hair this time, seeing that he was starting to calm down. "This okay?"

"Y-Yeah.." He sniffled. The hysterical crying had long passed, and he was exhausted as shit, so he didn't care about what you did.

"If it helps..I don't think you're a terrible person."

"You don't?"

"No, I mean..yeah you might've pushed Jon around a lot. But it sounds like he stayed because he cared about you...u-unless he was just stuck and had nowhere else to-"

"N-No, you're right. He could'a left anytime. But he stayed and...god I wish I never said those things to him." He was getting choked up again. "And I wish my stupid neighbor didn't a-act like...his friend didn't ruin my life."

You just nodded and listened, continuing to pet his hair. "I don't know much about that neighbor, but I'm sure Jon would forgive you if he was here."

Eduardo chuckled a little. "Yeah..h-he would be stupid enough to forgive this loser." He shut his eyes, still hugging you. "Thanks for being here, by the way."

"Of course." You smiled, glad that he realized he didn't need to bury his feelings anymore.

That he can confide in you anytime.

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Quick Hide Me!

Tom x M!Reader You enjoyed getting out of the stuffy apartment and away from your jerk roommates.

You had the day off from working at the music shop and would have spent it mindlessly going through your socials at a park bench all alone like a loser if it wasn't for Tom texting you in the morning wondering if you'd be up for a walk around the town. A chance to have a guide to show you where the hidden jems were, from good food joints to shops with cool kicks.

It's been a good three hours walking around window shopping before the unexpected happened. You left your country to get as far as away from every failed relationships you've had. If you didn't know any better you'd say you were the problem. All of them had a tendecy of ending with you dipping without a goodbye with the exception of the last one. From previous self reflection you'd put yourself down with all the reasons you are a burden but a more gentle part of you says you're only flaw was the taste in people. Your first Ex was a bit of a urban rat trying to run a small punk gang and made a few good moves under your co-supervision. The second Ex was a cult leader in a rural small town that really managed to knit together a following. To bad he wasn't keen on giving you the credit you deserved. The third Ex was less painful compared to the first two in the way that it was cut short before any sense of deep dedication could form. Probably because your Ex's attention was more on the terror group than on you. You were admittedly called somewhat of a pet than actual partner.

Oh the beautiful Clover, an Ex who was the most tamest of Ex's that gave you a sense of normality that helped you realize seem healthier but still boring.

And your last Ex; the final Ex- Honestly the best Ex you've ever had. A god send ignoring the fact that he was a serial killer.

Who would have guessed one of them would follow you all the way to across the great pond. "And then-" You were getting heated up by the story you were telling Tom. He always showed an interest in your stories, stories about your adventures, stories you didn't know if he actually believed. To be fair they were a little far fetched and if you hadn't left out so much details that could prove it's not a tall tale then maybe he'd actually be a little more concerned than entertained, "Shit"

Tom adjusted the strap to the bass that bounced against his back with every step. His void like stare blinking once in a while looking between your face and the path in front of you both. When you stopped in your tracks his contentment with life became confusion. What could make you halt to a stop and take a step back? "What?" "It's my Ex, help me hide-"You rose your hand up to cover your face and turned to be sideways on the sidewalk letting people slip past you both. Tom squinted turning back to where you could have been scanning just seconds ago. "Quick, He's already on the same block coming this way-"You place a hand on his upper arm clinging to his short sleeve trying to turn him to walk the other way for an escape. But just as you took another step back his other hand reached over to your wrist with a firm but not painful grip. With a strong force to bring you to be parallel to him and a gentle push causing your shoulders to hit the wall of the building. As fast as that happened so did his next swift movements. Both his hands, palms flat against the bricks, were on each side of your head. He hunched foward with his head tilted ever so slightly and eyes hald lidded. This behavior was one you've never seen from Tom. At the moment he was angry at all your Exes. He was angry not knowing which one could be making you feel unsafe at this moment. Angry at what little he did know about them yet not have a single clue what they look like. He already had enough of foes being threats to people he holds dear. He's not going to let someone close be a victim again- or worse. "What does he look like?" Toms whispered in your ear  as you tried to avoid making eye contact with him or your ex by looking thoughtful at the ground. Amping up the false appearence of what could easily be confused for a couple he lets a hand slip from the wall to push the lower part of your face to move upward. "He-" From the corner of your eyes you can see your Ex getting a clear view of you and Tom before making an expression of what was a cross between disgust and jealousy. He didn't think he'd find you being with a bass player. Silently and bitterly he jay walked across the street, "He's gone". "Say, you weren't lying about seeing your Ex were you?" Without seeing for himself Tom was a little skeptical about his moves. Then again there's no reason for you to lie. This wasn't the same as spinning stories. "No, Thomas, I wasn't," You only used full names when trying to make it clear you're not playing games, "You can give me space now." It took Tom a moment to figure out what you meant. He had forgotten how close he was and how he had been stroking your chin with his thumb," Oh right." Finally giving you space he kept his hands to himself now, "If you ever need backup just let me know. Edd still has our Tank parked in a storage unit." Feeling better you shook your head, "I can handle myself." You would ask to go back home but you don't think it would be a good idea to go straight back there knowing that you could be followed. Some battles you prefer to fight alone. The day went on. Author notes: Bruh, I need to stop writing close to midnight when I'm brain dead. Have this rushed piece that I've been thinking about for the past two days. There's an alt ending I'll upload later. God I'm bad at righting Canon charas but most characters are hard to put out without relying on pure visuals if there isn't a very noticable speach pattern. Critism is welcomed.

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some sketches 

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boo

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experimenting with a pixel type thing

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EW congrats😄 but wtf on you on???😐

I don't care if someone has a fetish, good for them whatever. But as along it aint harassin ppl. Even if this was a ha ha funny joke-

Why?

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farts and dies

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Eddtord - Watching TV.

Idk what I should name the topic so. Whatever. Hands are so hard to draw btw.

And Sorry Edd I won't make your coke spill again, I promise this is the last one.

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The EW gang being a mixed bag of monsters and Tord being Just A Little Man™ is probably the biggest brain idea I've had in a while.

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Aight Imma head out

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“I love you!”

“Love you too.”

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Can't believe they made Eduardo a mood.

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The cleanest pleasure would have been Eduardo catching Tord and popping off on site.