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d4isywhims · 1 year
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hello friends! 🌷
recently i got an ask on how i edit my instagram screenshots and here in gemville, all you have to do is ask and you shall receive my child
fun stuff under the cut!
this guide will be divided into two parts: how i take & edit my gameplay screenshots and how i edit my simstagram posts
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before we get into the actual tutorial, here are a list of things that i use to help me take better screenies :)
gshade
i'm using an older version of gshade because - thanks to my procrastination - i never updated the version before everything went to shit.
2. presets!
i switch around between presets a lot lmao but for the most part, i use ellcrze's gshade preset for my family dynamics save, sunset n vinyl for my globetrotter save & sim download pictures and a modified boho dreams for my tjol legacy save (first post coming up soon!) sometimes i use lithium for cas pics too :p click here for a somewhat detailed explanation lol
3. tab mode camera mod
this camera mod is a godsend and makes taking screenshots soooooo much easier! 😌 i highly recommend getting this mod!!!
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i think i mentioned this before in an ask - i edit my screenshots in photoshop before posting them on tumblr :D i don't really do much, just running a few actions and cropping my screenies. gshade does most of the work for me lol
this tutorial by @buglaur is insanelyyyy helpful omg i based my entire editing process on her tutorial, except for the colouring part because i'm lazy hehe
here's an example of my screenshots before and after editing (cropping the screenshot and running some actions)! there’s not much difference because as i said earlier, gshade will basically carry your entire editing process 💀
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sometimes i put text in my pics like these screenies below :) i mainly use these two fonts - winkle and lemon milk :D
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and that's about it for part one! now it's time for
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here's what you neeeeeed
1. photoshop
i'm using a 🏴‍☠️ version of photoshop that i got from a somewhat sketchy website but it runs great so i'm not complaining 💀
2. instagram post template and instagram story template
a HUGEEEE thank you to @windslar for sharing the instagram story template link 😭 she is such an inspiration to me 💛
3. the actual instagram app
this is how i add text and emojis to my simstagram posts lol
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disclaimer: i am NOT a photoshop expert. there's probably an easier way to do what i'm about to show you, but this works for me and i don't really mind the steps hehe
first things first, you're gonna want to open the psd files on photoshop and it'll look like this, depending on which file you opened
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i usually just hide the layers that i don't need so in this case i'll hide the tagged users layer from the story psd and the bg layer from the post psd.
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these are the layers that i hide but you can also leave them on if you want hehe totally up to you my dude. then you'll end up with something like the pics below
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now we move on to the profile pictures! so what i do is i click these layers (shown below) and go 'file > place embedded > selected picture'
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once you do that, you'll end up with something like this (below)! use 'ctrl + t' to resize your picture to fit into where the profile picture would go.
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right click on the layer of your selected picture and click 'create clipping mask'. then you can hit 'ctrl + d' to adjust the picture to your liking!
now for the actual pictures for the posts. click on these layers (shown below) and go 'file > place embedded > your selected picture'
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now all you have to do is 'ctrl + t' to resize your pictures, right click on the layer of the selected picture and click 'create clipping mask' then 'ctrl + t' again to adjust the pics!
after this whole process, i'll export my pics to my family dynamics folder on my desktop and queue it up on tumblr! :D sometimes my simstagram story posts have text and emojis like these ones below
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all i did was upload the pics to google drive, download it to my phone, add text/emoji on the actual instagram app then saving the story to my phone... a lot of work but i don't really mind <3
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aaannnnddd that's it!!!! i can't believe i made this guide 😭 hopefully this helps :D english isn't my first language so apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes i've made in this post 🙈 feel free to ask any questions and i'll try my best to reply to you asap!!
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keirawantstocry · 26 days
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wait i just saw your prev fitpacbo post with tony and molly
may i propose fitpac noticing tubbos been possessed by three (demons?) krow, owen and bek
peepoShy <3
ah yes tony. my favorite streamer. also i once again made the possession even worse then originally asked
Tubbo slept for hours after the gods and goddess finally left his body. Fit and Pac made sure to watch over him while he slept.
They were talking quietly to each other, flirting gently when he finally woke up with a loud gasp. Tubbo shot up from his place on the bed and stared at them with unnerving eyes.
"I am Tubbo," said a androgynous very much not Tubbo voice.
"No you're not," Fit said with a quiet laugh. "Are you one of the ones we've met before?" It didn't sound like anyone they had met but he was unsure.
"Yes, I am. I do gay roleplay. Typical Tubbo behavior."
"Aimsey!" called a deeper voice, still not Tubbo, from Tubbo's mouth.
A lighter voice cut in. "Nope, that's Tubbo. We are Tubbo. Egg. Parenthood. Where is my daughter Sunny?"
The amount of voice fighting for dominance was overwhelming at this point.
"Hey, hey," Pac said, sitting down beside Tubbo's body on the bed. "Can we get some actual introductions so we can keep track of who's speaking?"
"And," Fit cut in. "Is Tubbo there right now?"
The first voice, Aimsey, shook Tubbo's head. "It's funnier this way isn't it?"
"I'm Krow!" said the masculine voice that revealed Aimsey's name in the first place.
"I'm Izzy," the light voice said.
"I'm Tubbo," Aimsey continued to insist while laughing.
A new voice, one that reminded them of Molly, a voice of reason, joined the mix. "Tubbo isn't here right now," they said. "He should be back soon. But for now you have us." She grinned with Tubbo's mouth, and once again it looked so strange, so unlike anything Tubbo would smile like. "Call me Becky. Owen is here as well but he's being a bit quiet. Tubbo's tired. The revival has taken a lot out of him so we're taking care of him for now."
"Where's Sunny?" Izzy asked. "I want to meet the child."
"Sunny is asleep," Pac explained. "How much longer are you guys gonna be here?"
Almost as if on queue his eyes flickered strangely and all the voices made pained noises. "Not much longer," Becky said. "His body is struggling. Revival isn't easy you know and neither is..." they paused. "Five gods and goddesses possessing your mind. It doesn't do any physical damage, our immortal spirits are actually helping heal him but it's a lot to wrap your mind around."
Aimsey cut in. "Which is why he isn't here right now. Too many voices, it would be overwhelming for his mortal mind."
"That's fascinating," Pac said breathlessly. He had always been curious how exactly possession worked after the few times he had met Mine and even Mumza through Phil. Adding Tubbo to the mix just peaked his curiosity even more. "Is there anything we can do to help?"
Not Tubbo considered it. "Just... take care of him, yeah?" It was hard to tell who was speaking, it seemed like they all agreed on this statement as their voices blended into one. "Take care of him in the ways that we can't."
"Of course," Fit said immediately. "We'll do everything we can."
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drfoxweyman · 7 months
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State of personal affairs (IMPORTANT)
(TL;DR will be towards the bottom for those who don’t wanna read my ramblings, but I’d prefer you did since this is important.) Hey everyone, hope you’re all doing well, I’ll cut to the point by saying that I am not. For the past… We’ll say couple of months I’ve been on something of a mental health spiral, and it hasn’t really gotten any better save for my time at the Con. Which was a nice, but very brief reprieve. The whys of this dip in my well being are pretty varied, and some of it I’m not really able to talk about, whether for personal reasons or respect for others. But to put it broadly, work has been stressful, home has been stressful, my health has been stressful, everything has been stressful, and as it stands I don’t think I can keep up with things right now. So I’m taking a small break from working on commissions, and allowing myself a bit more breathing room when it comes to my streams (which is to say the next few streams may be much smaller scale, more chill chatting streams.)  
Now before any of you who commissioned me recently panic: With my current comms I will still be updating you guys, just at a slower rate than normal, I don’t intend to leave you guys in the lurch. But if by the time I’m done with them I still feel this bad, I probably won’t reopen my queue like I’ve been doing nonstop for the past while now. At least if I can financially help it… Streams like I said are gonna be a bit more lax. I’ll probably finish Pinkie Tower, but after that? I dunno, chatting and maybe some light doodling. Dunno how this will affect Sinner’s Saturday since some kind of income would be nice, but this week we’re definitely doing something different, just have to figure out what.  And yes, I still owe you guys that Discord movie night, we’ll be doing that soon. As for how long this time off is gonna be? No clue, it might only be a few days honestly, but the longest I’m giving myself is two weeks cause I just can’t afford any longer than that. And speaking of “affording”, it’s time for literally my least favourite part of the job. The shilling™️. I probably won’t really be making much if any money during this period, so if you ever wanted to support my work with a nice tip. Now would be the time. You have no idea how much even a small tip of a few dollars can help.https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman I’m not gonna sugar coat this folks. I make peanuts on my work. That’s no one’s fault, it's just the nature of being both a small artist and streamer, it’s something I’ve come to peace with as a fact of my career choices. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t stress me out. Part of why I can never usually take breaks at all is because I literally can’t afford to.
I have rent to pay, phone bills, internet, electricity bills, hormone pills, pet expenses including; food, potential vet visits, toys, poo bags, cat litter, etc. I have to have money saved up incase of an emergency whether personal or work related (computer parts need replacing, tablet needs replacing etc), then there's house expenses; food, toilet paper, cleaning supplies; replacing anything we need etc. It’s a lot, even with our packed house.
The only reason I'm able to go to Furnal Equinox or Canfurence is because I start saving up money month after month after month as a treat to myself, and even when there I tend to bring my work so I can get my commission queue done faster and reopen them again as soon as the con is done.
I’ve been told to raise my prices but let’s be honest, I’m not at the level where I can charge hundreds upon hundreds of dollars for pieces, and while this may be a pessimistic view of my work, I probably won’t be able to any time soon. Same with stream goals, I don’t feel like there’s much I can offer right now that would be worth $500 goals or something.
I’d open a merch shop or something but that would be even more stressful upkeep, and again let’s be real. My reach isn’t big enough for that and you can only sell the same merch to the same customer base for so long.
I apologize if it seems like I’m ragging on about the money, but of all the things I’m dealing with it’s the easiest to talk about because it’s something I think at least a few of you can relate to. That and the more personal troubles cut a bit deeper and I’m not sure I even really wanna talk about them because I don’t like dragging you guys down with me. We’ve made an awesome little community and I don’t need to be hurting you with my problems. Is that the healthiest way of looking at it? No probably not but there it is.
Above all that though I just want some more time to myself and the people I care about, not fretting every second that “I could be working” or “I could be monetizing this”, instead of focusing on improving my mental health so I can be a better creator for you guys, and a better person for me. I wanna draw for myself again,even if it’s just low stakes doodles or barely cohesive comic pages, or hell even just to work on my poor draftwomanship .I wanna let myself play some games and not think “Oh I have to stream this”,  every time I do. I wanna be able to go out with my loved ones and not constantly be thinking “WHY AM I NOT WORKING ON COMMISSIONS???”
So TL;DR taking a light break, not sure how long exactly, will keep current customers in the loop, streams aren’t going anywhere but may be a bit different, please tip to the ko-fi so I can stay afloat during this time https://ko-fi.com/foxweyman
For those that read through, thank you so much, it means the world that you care enough about my mental health to drudge through my ravings. You’re truly the best part of this job. A wonderful community that I can just chat and be honest with, I can laugh and joke with you all without fear or anxiety. That’s exceedingly rare these days and I couldn’t be more appreciative of you lot.
That in mind, this took awhile to write, my hands are hurting, and I wanna go lie down, maybe allow myself a good cry. Thanks everyone. <3
- Blaire,“Drfoxweyman” 
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thewollfgang · 2 months
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A little update before I proceed to babble: The vibes are no longer vibing. A couple days ago I had just completely packed everything away (besides the essentials) when I got the news that my new place won't be ready till (maybe) April. There's no problem with staying a while longer at my current place but it's a majorly infuriating inconvenience as you can imagine. Why say it was "move-in ready" when it's not? Anyway, I haven't slacked on practising drawing our fangy boy. The sketches are coming out better than I thought they ever would (though I'm sure if I tried to draw a different face it would look like shit XD).
Babble: Seeing your Lucifer reblogs makes my heart ache, in a good(?) way. Does it sound stupid to say, though, that no matter how much I love Lucifer, I don't think I can watch it again? I can watch clips and stuff but I can't exactly explain the feeling I get when I think of rewatching it, especially concerning season 6. I guess I want to memorialize those feelings I got watching S6 when it came out, to not... overwrite them by watching it again I suppose. I dunno, it's a bit hard to articulate any better than that. It sounds dumb, even to me but at the same time, it makes sense? I really don't know lol. I don't feel this way with any other show I've watched, and I think it has something to do with how beautifully it ended (I cannot hear MCR without thinking about the end). They wrapped it up with such care and with so much thought behind everything, it's almost like they set out to completely ruin me for any other show. Lucifer set the bar too high, and someone superglued it in place.
Aw man, just when you've got your ducks in a row the pond's dried up. Well, at least April isn't that far away. Is there any place you can voice your complaints to? Sometimes it helps to give the wheels a push. I haven't been drawing much, but I did set aside some monies to commission one of my fav artists for some bg art which i am pleased by immensely. I'm gonna get it printed and place it on my shelf.
I've really been enjoying the resurgence of Lucifer love, so I figured I would do my part and reblog some sets. Plus i have like 7k likes and need to get those in a queue dear god. I was bracing myself when you mentioned s6! It seems all I see these days is negatively to it was a breath of fresh air to read your feelings about it. I'm fairly neutral when it comes to the final season. There were things that worked for me and things that didn't, but in the end, Chloe and Lucifer are together forever and that's what I wanted. The absolutely ridiculous nonsense on twitter gives me an apoplexy.
Anyways, I'm glad you sent an ask in, I have been thinking of you lately! Hopefully things will work out with the new place soon (fingers crossed) and always feel free to pop in and chat about life, bg, or lucifer! I'm all pointy ears, my love.
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tennessoui · 2 years
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kit's silly little hiatus
hey besties, don’t panic. it’s just for a little bit.
i’m facing like…a pretty busy next few....days? weeks?. with a lot of obligations and annoyances and things that meet in the middle. but some moments that promise to be really great too. and i think it’d be best for me, for y’all, for irl people, if i took a small break from tumblr to give everything the attention it deserves. i’m temporarily stepping up hours at work to save for a new laptop + i recently got a promotion with zero pay raise but basically i’m the singular task manager for over 200 people so that’s a big oof. i’ve got family and friends in and out of town starting soon, and the weather is supposed to get really, really nice really, really soon. and i absolutely love the sun.
so: cut to the point, what does this mean?
i figured i can probably guess some important faqs, so here’s my best shot:
This feels like a pretty serious announcement for something that’s supposed to be small.
i know. i figured it’s better safe than sorry. i get that when someone just stops posting for a bit, it’s easy to get worried. That’s the crux of internet friendships/internet people. sometimes you don’t know what happens to blogs and that is understandably worrying. i don’t want y’all to be worried. so even if it’s just the one person who would have noticed, i’m making a very long post about it. just in case.
People who take hiatuses never come back. Look at ao3 abandoned stories.
i understand the confusion. but i am not one direction.
Is this not fun anymore?
no, it absolutely is fun. it is so fun i have forgotten how to have other hobbies. last week i told my friend i couldn’t go to a concert with him because i was in for the night on tumblr.
When will you start your hiatus?
april 4th. i know, i’m jumping the gun on this """announcement""" a bit, but i also didn’t want to just spring this on you. i’m going to spend the rest of the week setting up a tiny queue (maybe) and answering asks/writing the tiny prompt fills i’ve been putting off since june 2021 (definitely).
When will you come back?
may 5th. it really will just be a month.
What are you going to do during your hiatus?
maybe start watching all those movies on my list that y’all have been telling me for like a year i need to see?
Most people can watch movies and have a tumblr/time for tumblr.
it’s a LONG list.
What are you seriously going to be doing?
i don’t know! isn’t that exciting?? maybe i’ll learn to parallel park. maybe i’ll finally buy another laptop. maybe i’ll get back into cooking, assuming i can budget well enough to do something nice. i know i’ll write. i can’t wait to write. i have one commission i will probably finish and post sometime during april because that’s an important commitment i won’t forget.
Will you keep your commissions open? Your ask box?
so. commissions, yes. i can’t…really afford anything else at the moment. as for my ask box, i don’t think so. i don’t want anyone who doesn’t catch this hiatus message to send me an ask and then think i’m ignoring them. it’d be better just to close it, so i think i will on april 4th.
You could just pin this hiatus message.
i could. i don’t want to. i think people think of blogs on hiatus as dead blogs, not worth the follow. and it’s so very vain of me, but i would like to think come may 5th, i’ll be just as worthy of a follow as i am now (which, you know. you decide what that worth is). but a pinned hiatus message? imo it scares people away.
So what happens now?
it’s march 30th. i’ve given myself five days ish to get everything set up, and in that time i’m just gonna be kit as normal. if you wanna send me an ask, please do! or a reply on a post! or a fic comment! i absolutely do not want to leave anyone hanging or waiting, and i absolutely don’t want you to…think i won’t miss you or this blog. it’s just a month because a month is all i can think i can do because i’ll miss y’all so much. but this is important i think. for me to do.
see you may fifth, bless 💙
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hopefulstarfire · 1 year
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i promise the drabbles are coming soon i wanna write a bunch of em and queue them up im just slowly drowning from work and everything else i promise tho im gonna get them out and start working on art again so i can get good at it and the podcast is still coming out this week just bare with me guys i am so sorry
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reddeadreference · 2 years
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Blog Progress Update (Travel Blog Style #18)
I’m working on filling up the queue, which is why right now it posts once a day at noon my time until I can get a lot more in there then I’m thinking maybe 5 a day? (lemme know what you think is a good number. I’m gonna get at least 50 posts in the queue before starting the bigger number I’m at 15 now.)
I am up to date with the audio clips, so now I’m adding as they’re added now until they’re all up.
Working my way through the story so I can soon free roam without worry (though honestly I’ve spent days in Lemoyne where I’m wanted and have had no Pinkertons or law show up…)
My main focus will be completing mission posts and Lemoyne. (Starting Scarlett Meadows, Bayou Nwa, then Bluewater Marsh.) If there’s a place you want me to focus on after that just let me know.
Doing one of my favorite missions Goodbye, Dear Friend. I love that lil wave Arthur gives from the roof. 
“Arthur, here’s a ladder.”
Yeah thanks buddy I’ll take the stairs…
I know it’s just a fictional villain… but the satisfaction of seeing Colm realize he’s not getting out of this one… This is for Kieran you fuck… (I mean and Jake Adler, and Annabelle of coure.)
FUCK I FORGOT ABOUT MARY’S LETTER FUCK
Okay going to the reservation and I’m getting all those photos out of the way
Greeted Javier
“Won’t even sit next to me no more?” (wasn’t said in a questioning way but the captions had a “?” … like BRUH I just walked over, gimme a chance. “You just worry about that cough” Javi pls…
*Arthur sits*
“Some mess this is”
“yUP.”
*4 seconds later Javier gets up*
DUDE
Ya know.. I never really cared for Trelawny when I first played this, but the guy’s grown on me and it hurts to see his goodbye with Arthur because he knows he won’t see him again (Trelawny knows he won’t see Arthur I mean). 
“I’ll be back.”
“No you won’t. Let’s not pretend no more.” Arthur pls…
Music as you escape with Charles and Monroe is very good fleeing music. (There’s a lot of soundtrack music I need to add to playlists)
“I’m afraid.”    *inhuman noises* T_T
Okay only chapter 6 missions I have left are the bridge and everything after the EF one where we knock down trees.
So APPARENTLY at some point they added a 6 gold bar treasure hunt. I’m going through the maps, got to the turtle… looked at it… and shouted “CHELONIA” while pointing at my screen but no… it’s the mysterious hill home (Hobbit home) because that drawing is on the top of it... does that mean that’s a Chelonia thing? Anyway John’s gonna have 7 gold bars.
I also never mentioned I like the addition of seeing NPCs out in the world like napping or reading by a tree with their horse nearby and the ones at camps that let you sit with them and tell you about stuff..
So I barely touched the exotics quest and I need to because I need the cutscene screenshots with ARTHUR first. Anyway Arthur been wandering the swamps of Lemoyne wary of nite folk, he met the Soothsayer that he totally forgot existed. 
These birds are a pain in the ass.. And not just because it’s terrifying whenever the screen starts shaking cause there’s a fucking gator nearby even when it’s a little one that won’t kill me. If you shoot a bird and it lands out in the water be prepared for terrifying gator munching sounds that make you think you’re about to die. (though now I’m using the save and load method. So I’m getting there…)
I had a bunch of photos for multiple places and I KNOW I didn’t delete them and I remember putting them in the folders with their labels… but now they’re all gone… *inhale* FU-
I’ll probably be able to finish chapter 6 once I finish the exotics quest… cause I’m pretty sure that’s the only non-story thing I have left to do that Arthur CAN do (though i do need to find 3 more william encounters...). So far I got a fuck ton of Heron plumes which is good cause I’ll need 20 but not enough spoonbill which is bad cause I’ll need 30 and I need 2 more of each of the other plumes… ugh
I’m also trying to get any places I KNOW will look different in the epilogue cause I want two posts for those.
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velvetsgigs · 2 months
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Bring Me the Horizon - 21/01/24
next gen tour in the o2 arena, london
i went to this gig alone and i was pretty nervous since it was a rather big venue. i was up seated in the stands but it gave me a really good view of everything!! unfortunately the view allowed me to see one of the deadest crowds i had ever seen.
for a gig with pretty heavy music, you would expect more movement from the crowd. in the section i was, i could hear myself when i sung along to the songs - i wasn’t screaming either, i was actually rather quite. there were only a handful of people in my section who actually got up and danced - i’m so glad people got up tho cause for the first song everyone was just there sitting like 😐😐.
but enough about the crowd!!!
the music!! the band!! absolutely amazing omg!!
i might be biased as they‘ve been one of my favourite bands since they started high school - i remember reading percy jackson and listening to “diamonds aren’t forever” in my free lessons. the set list was amazingly put together, opening with Darkside and finishing the encore off with Throne, and of course we got classics like Can You Feel My Heart, Obey, Shadow Moses and Drown. i will say that the music felt a little quiet but i was further away than i am usually am and i was against the wall so i suppose that can block some sound. (idk if that’s a real thing lol i might sound really stupid saying that)
the band themselves were breathtaking though - yes breathtaking, i can’t believe oli skyes is real that man is BEAUTIFUL. the stage presence was through the roof, and i was pretty close to the roof so i would know. oli knows how to work a crowd, although i think he seemed a bit disappointed by the lack of movement in the pit. there was multiple times he yelled for people to move more, and i know artists do this all the time but he did it A LOT, he also called the crowd pussies after their mosh pit lol. however if there were injuries, people needing water or anyone who needed to get out of the crowd for safety reasons, he was quick to point it out and get security to help them out.
i’ll stop yapping (typing) soon but only after i talk about merch!!
i skipped the long ass line to get merch right outside the o2 - here’s a little hack for u - there’s a shop on the second level, if u head up the escalator by the weatherspoons there’s a shop to the left with a plain blue sign that reads “Merch Shop” they have merch from a bunch of artists but they will also have tour merch there for whoever is performing. the stock is lower so i do recommend trying to get there earlier but it’s usually empty there so if you head over like 2hrs before the gig u should be able to grab some merch without waiting for an hour in that queue.
unfortunately i did get there pretty late and they had sold out of the tour shirts (i went on a hinge date before this that lasted longer than i thought it would lol my bad - dude was cute though). they did however only have my size left in the grey zip-up jacket which is what i had my eye on so it was a sign that i had to drop that much money on it. it was £80- i don’t wanna talk about my bank account- it is so comfy though!! it’s fleece and soft af on the inside and the print on it is very pretty. it’s got the bands name on the front, patterns down the sleeve and graphic covering the whole back. i’m gonna live in that jacket until i buy more over priced merch - and then i will live in that lol. i may have a spending problem.
anyways!! this post is hella long so i’ll stop now but if you did read all of this for some reason then ty!! i appreciate it 🤭 decided to do this silly little blog thing about the gigs i can to so i can look back at it at some point and reminisce lol. ❤️‍🩹
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ask-marios-apprentice · 7 months
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The Hit
I don't know how to say this but...
There was a bounty on my head.
Well technically all of me.
It all started out as roughly a normal day. The flowers were blooming, Yoshi was still on the castle roof trying to avoid taxes. And I was in the gardens trying to perfect my wall jump technique.
Mario: Garth. you Don't slide on the wall. You might cut your hand on a brick or something.
Garth: But that's how it works in the games.
Mario: we went over this already. Not everything in the games reflects real life.
Garth: Keywords being "Not Everything" Mario Brothers 3 was a play in real life. Hotel Mario was based on a true story. And Clu Clu Land is one of the most accurate adventures on the KES.
Mario: We're all aware of the weird avant-garde play based on my life.
Garth: Based on the years of 1985
Mario: Just get down here so I can show you how to properly get it done.
I landed back on the ground. And not a moment too soon.
An arrow ended up hitting where my head would have been.
That would have made me loose like... a unit of health.
Then suddenly two more arrows followed.
That would have done me in.
Or least send me to the infirmary.
Mario: Mamma Mia. Who attacks someone like that.
Garth: I'm unsure. I'm just glad that they missed me.
We decided to head inside. Ending training for the day.
I decided to stay in the castle's throne room where Peach was having her weekly audience. It felt safer to be in a room with more than 10 people.
Unfortunately I had to leave after the audience ended.
I walked across the bridge to get to my home.
I felt a bit of Peace considering I probably could find sanctuary at my abode.
That wasn't till I saw frickin shirikens on my door.
I decided maybe it's best if I stick to crowds right now.
I would queue a montage. but I don't exactly have animation Studio on call
So I'll just bullet point the rest of the day.
Arrows at Astros
Shurikens at Burger Sync
Arrows at the comic shop
shurikens at warp org.
A tomahawk at Dreadpoint (that was unrelated)
Arrows at HEBuddy Grocery's
BOTH Arrows And Shurikens at my parents house.
I decided I would get to the bottom of this after having an arrow be shot in the Pollo of my Caldo and a shuriken cut the limes...
I met with them in a dark Agridulcian location
The Flamenco Bowl.
There i saw two people. A Starchild in a ninja get up. And a Niji dressed as Robin Hood.
Garth: so... Which one of you put the hit on me?
Ninji and Starchild: Neither.
Niji: That's not how it works.
Starchild: People will put a bounty on a person's head. And then bounty hunters will usually go and get that person.
Garth: wait are you assassins or bounty hunters?
Ninji: Bounty Hunter
Starchild: It depends on the job.
...
Garth: I want to know who put the hit on me.
Ninji: Fine. Let me get the laptop.
Both of them then set said laptop and put me on a video call with someone.
The caller ID said: Shiveria Max Security Penitentiary.
Pianta in prison suit: Is it done yet?
Garth: Um...no.
Pianta in prison suit:... Why is the target speaking to me.
Garth: "The Target" would like to have a word with you. For starters why did you want to send me to the afterward.
Pianta in prison suit: Do you seriously not know who I am.
Garth: No. Should I?
Pianta in prison suit: I am Pluto Ulpt. Son of S.K. Ulpt. Or should I say "the man whose dream you ruined"
...
Garth: wait. Like the creator of that giant teapot.
Pluto: It was called [a name I forgot].
Garth:It was gonna hurt people.
Pluto:...Screw it. Attack him.
Then they started attacking me with arrows and shurikens at me. And granted it was probably a bad idea to come to a meeting with two people hired to destroy you without any form of defense.
Thankfully my real plan came to action.
I got there a bit earlier and informed the owner to call for help.
It turns out you can actually call a bounty hunter on them they're Bounty Hunter.
After some tear gas and got dropped in.
I managed to avoid it by finding behind the pins.
That Bounty Hunter ended up taking the other two in for a hefty reward of 5,000 coins. Or at the very least hefty for modern day bounties considering these two.
Apparently Pluto might have an extended sentence due to hacking the computer lab computers at the penitentiary in addition to bring a hit on a future hero.
But he will probably get some new cell mates to keep him company.
That's pretty much all I have to say.
Garth signing off.
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zygreys · 1 year
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he loves it when you get turned on by him being a little meaner than usual.backs you against the couch, into a corner, against the wall and then asks in the sweetest tone with such faux sympathy "what's gotten you all red, darling?".he will tease the absolute living shit out of you.but on days where he feels a little bold.will walk up to you, stroke your cheek with gentle touches and peck your lips a couple of times before letting it turn into a deeper kiss.Note: it's a miracle I didn't go to the bathroom and use the shower head half way through writing this. Keep reading draken x reader ken ryuguji x reader ryuguji ken x reader tokyo revengers x reader drakendaydreams kinktober kinktober 2022 keisuke baji x reader baji keisuke x reader baji x reader hanma x reader shuji hanma x reader hanma shuji x reader manjiro sano x reader sano manjiro x reader mikey sano x reader sano mikey x reader kazutora hanemiya x reader hanemiya kazutora x reader kazutora x reader takemichi hanagaki x reader hanagaki takemichi x reader takemichi x reader kinktoberįeaturing : mitsuya, chifuyu, kakucho, draken and kisaki.Ĭ.w: pussy worship, clit worship(?), pussy drank tr men. I’ll link them here as they release as well. 👇 If the date looks like this then that means that the piece is in the queue and waiting for your viewing pleasure. Now take a peek at what’s to come in October. If you don’t want to see the Kinktober stuff for this year then simply blacklist the tag : drakendaydreams kinktober 😉 Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist. Can’t wait for everyone to see what we’ll be getting up to this year. 🙌 I can add you to only certain characters, the whole thing, or only certain kinks. 😈 If you want to be added to the taglist simply DM me, shoot me an ask, or even reply to this post. 👏 Enjoy 31 days of pure smut this October. If you don’t want to be involved with the fun in the 8k event then go ahead and blacklist the tag: #mainstream sellout event or #bakubabes celebrates 8k 19 pieces in all! Some of them are already labeled NSFW because of the context of the songs, but others may change as I get them written. These pieces will start rolling out as soon as 8k hits and will continue to roll out every other day for the next three or so weeks after we hit the mark. It’s first come first serve for who gets the pick for characters! Simply send me an ask with something as simple as “Ken Ryuguji with track 3” or “Eren Yeager and Drug Dealer” and if that track hasn’t been selected then that will be the character I choose! Character repeats are fine, but I encourage everyone to try to pick different characters, just to spice it up a little bit since I do tend to write for the same people over and over. And I’ll obviously be tagging everything accordingly, but just some disclaimers before they come out. As always my writing will be x fem!Reader because that’s what I’m most comfortable doing, but any of them that I am able to I will be trying my hardest to keep GN. Some of these pieces will be NSFW and some of them will contain some content that not everyone will enjoy so if you’re familiar with the songs please make sure you choose wisely. You’ll find the tracklist underneath the cut and each piece will quite simply be named after the song. Each of the songs off of his new album has found a way to inspire a piece for me. You guys are in charge of who these pieces will be involving, but I’ve already got an idea for what is going to be in each of them, it’ll just be molded to whomever is chosen for that day.įor anyone that isn’t already aware I’m a huge Machine Gun Kelly fan and what better way to bring him into my work than by using his latest album as a milestone event. Another milestone is upon us and for 8k we’re gonna change it up and do something that we’ve never done before.
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shojinfire · 3 years
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//Lee Sin, but for all his grand ideas and predisposition to violence
  He’s the first to comfort someone in an emergency situation.
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freakynct · 3 years
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「 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 」
— 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 —
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: church boy!mark, exhibitionism, degradation, praising, fingering and masturbation
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“you really had to wear such a short dress, y/n?” your mom said with an angry look to her face as she rubbed her hand through the dress, trying to fix it and pull it down.
“mom will you stop? it's not even that short.” you fought back, pushing her hand away from you with an annoyed grunt, rolling your eyes.
the sky was blue and clear but the air felt dry and intensely hot, burning on your legs and arms. luckily that was the last thing bothering you right now as you scanned through all the people waiting outside of the church, engaging in cheerful conversations and adorning big smiles on their faces. all but you. you had been waiting for approximately 10 minutes but you couldn’t seem to find mark anywhere. you even noticed some of the friends he normally hung around with talking next to the stairs but he wasn't anywhere near. you were starting to get disappointed since the only thing that made these masses interesting was mark. and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t been extremely horny these past few days thinking about last time you were with him.
“y/n!” your mom called ahead of you. “you always got your head in the clouds, c’mon, the mass is starting.” you rolled your eyes and walked behind your family, dragging your feet until you were inside of the tall cold building where everyone was taking their seat. “you’re sitting with us today.” your mom spoke again, grabbing your arm but you were quick to set it free.
“no! i always sit with my friends.” you talked back, annoyance evident in your voice but your attitude was pushed back as soon as you saw your dad appear behind your mom.
“that’s exactly why. you always sit in the back and you spend the whole time talking and never pay any attention to what the pastor is saying.” his voice was low but stern and all you could do was cross your arms in disagreement and divert your gaze away from him. “so drop that attitude and don’t talk to your mother like that. now sit.” was the last thing he said before he sat down on the wooden bench but suddenly a familiar voice interrupted the heated family discussion.
“y/n can sit with me.” you almost froze at the voice right behind you, feeling his body dangerously close to yours. “i’ll make sure she pays attention and listens to everything my father says.”
you finally had the courage to look and face the boy standing behind you. his eyes that were once focused on your parents slowly looked at you and you noticed a small smile forming on his lips.
“oh lord, no.” your mom said, her expression completely changing and a nervous laugh falling from her lips. “that’s not necessary and we don’t want our daughter to cause you any trouble, mark” she patted his arm friendly but he just continued smiling at her.
“it won’t be any trouble at all, mrs. y/l/n. i insist.” you noticed you had been silent this whole time, quite frankly not even knowing what to do or say and you decided that was probably the best thing to do.
“well... if you insist then i guess there’s no problem. right y/d/n?” she turned to your dad for his opinion and he just nodded and smiled back at mark.
“sure. mark is a good kid and he’ll make sure she listens this time, won’t you son?” your dad said vividly.
“of course, sir. and i already know what sermon my father will give today so i can explain and help y/n if she doesn’t understand something.” you almost jumped when you felt mark’s hand on your lower back, and despite the simple touch, shivers went down your body all the way to your core.
“then go ahead, son. the mass is about to start.” was the last words your dad spoke before both your parents sat back down and mark pulled you with him by your waist. 
he kept his hand firmly against your back and at this point none of you had spoken to each other yet and the silence was killing you. he brought you all the way to the back and to the last benches, away from everyone, and you finally set down as his dad took the stand in front of the church and the loud angelic music started echoing through the thick walls. you finally found the courage to look at him but his gaze was fixed on the ceremony, however you still noticed the slight smirk on his lips. you looked down at your hands that played nervously with the hem of your dress until your attention was brought back to mark.
“you’re not gonna say anything?” he spoke low, his eyes still not looking at you and although the temperature inside the church was cooler, you still felt your body burning inside.
“why did you wanna sit with me?” you whispered, focusing your gaze on the small little mole on his neck.
“you always make the most obvious questions, baby.” he chuckled and you felt your heart beating faster at the sound of the petname but you couldn’t help but look away embarrassed. it was obvious. you kept your eyes down and suddenly his hand appeared in front of you, a piece of white fabric sitting between his fingers and your eyes widened as you realized what that was. “you still want this?” you quickly looked at him and this time he was staring back at you, the smirk on his lips more prominent this time and you could tell he found this amusing. you tried to grab your panties from his hand but he was quicker to move them away, shoving them back inside the pocket of his jeans. “they’re mine now.” he licked his lips and gave you a cocky smile, staring back at you. “and i’ve been having a lot of fun with them.” you felt your cheeks burning and you were suddenly too shy to look at him. you heard him softly laughing to himself at your reaction and you couldn’t help but feel your core throbbing at the thought of mark using your panties to help him masturbate which only added more to your embarrassment. 
you focused on the pastor but not on his words, you tried paying attention but all you could hear were mark’s words echoing inside your head. you almost jumped when you felt his hand being placed on the inside of your thigh, warm and soft.
“did you think about me too?” you felt goosebumps all over your body as mark whispered in your ear, so close that you could hear his breathing, a lot more steady than yours at this point. you felt his hand moving higher on your thigh. “did you touch yourself thinking about me?” his voice was raspy and his lips that were once close to your ear now moved lower to place a wet kiss on your neck and you couldn’t help but close your eyes at the feeling. “i know you did.” he placed another kiss on your cheek. “you’re a little slut and that’s what sluts do.” he whispered back in your ear and you clenched your thighs together in impulse, subsequently causing him to chuckle, his hand now squeezed between your legs.
“mark…” you whispered and it was obvious how weak your voice was compared to his, and you still couldn’t force yourself to look at him.
“shhh.” was all he said. “open your legs, baby.” he whispered and you looked around you first. everyone was still looking ahead, too focused on the mass to even notice anything going on between you two, the closest people to you sitting about 2 benches over.
you felt nervous with so many people around you but you couldn’t ignore the burning feeling between your legs any longer and something about this was exciting and new. you felt mark’s hand squeezing your thigh and that was your queue to slowly part your legs.
“open more.” he whispered again and you nervously looked at him but his smirk was gone and a more stern expression now took place in his face. “do it. now.” his voice was steady and strong although his words were only audible to you. you did as he said and you parted your legs even more, your dress coming up with it. “good girl.” it didn’t take long till his smirk was back on his lips, his hand moving slowly up your thigh and getting dangerously close to where you wanted him more. your eyes closed for a second as his fingers brushed over the fabric of your panties ever so slightly but it was enough to make you crave even more. 
“please…” you begged quietly, your hand now holding his arm.
“please what?” he asked as his fingers brushed against the fabric one more time.
“please touch me.” you were starting to feel impatient, your fingers squeezing his bicep in frustration but he just laughed it off and you almost let a moan escape your lips as he started working circles on your clit through the fabric.
“i am touching you, princess.” he said back, his face still close to you, his breath warm against your ear.
“no.” you whined. “i want your fingers… inside me.” you whispered, your head falling on his shoulder as you kept your eyes shut, focusing on not moaning out from the pleasure but your breathing was starting to get heavy.
“right here? you want me to finger you in front of all these people, hm?” you didn’t need to look at him to know he had the cockiest smirk on his face right now. his finger pushed your panties aside and you almost whined as you felt him finally touching your skin, going back to drawing circles on your clit. “you’re so wet, baby. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” 
you quickly nodded your head, whispering an almost inaudible “yes” as he started moving his fingers down your core and soon enough he was pushing two of his fingers inside you. you moaned against his shoulder and your thighs clenched around his hand which made him stop his movements.
“you have to be quiet. you don’t want people finding out how much of a slut you are, do you princess? or is that what you really want? people to see you cum around my fingers? hm?” even tho you shook your head no, mark could still feel you clenching around his fingers and that amused him. “look at me.” you slowly raised your head and your eyes stared back at him shyly, almost closing as he started moving his fingers inside you again, a gasp falling from your lips. “are you gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?” you nodded your head and your teeth sank into your bottom lip and this time you couldn’t look away from him, his brown eyes hypnotizing you somehow as his fingers picked up pace, and without even noticing your own hand went down to circle at your clit which caught even mark by surprise but he wasn’t disappointed. “fuck, you’re so hot.” he whispered and at this moment it was as if even mark lost control of things, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and messy kiss, causing you to let go of a quiet moan and it was as if that brought mark back to life again, his eyes scanning the room to see if anyone was looking.
“m-mark... i’m gonna c-cum.” he looked back at you again, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth and he moved his fingers faster, looking down and watching as you moved yours on your clit and he couldn’t ignore the pressure in his pants anymore, but that would have to be dealt with later. 
soon enough you were throwing your head back on mark’s shoulder and he was quick to place his free hand over your mouth, preventing you from moaning out as you came around his fingers, your body squirming from the pleasure. when he saw that it was safe he removed both of his hands from you and you gasped for air, your head still resting on his shoulder and your eyes still closed. mark took a piece of paper from his pocket and cleaned his fingers. you were startled when you heard the loud bells of the church ringing and all the commotion from people getting up and picking up their stuff. you lifted your head from mark’s shoulder and quickly fixed your messy hair, panties and dress as you heard mark chuckling beside you. you noticed some people looking at both of you as they walked by but no one seemed to know what had happened. that didn’t prevent you from blushing though, as you realized what you had done in such a holy place. mark got up and so did you. your legs felt a bit weak but you had to pull through, especially as you saw your parents approach you.
“we’re not done yet.” was the last thing you heard from mark before he greeted your parents again.
“how did she do?” your dad laughed but mark’s expression seemed serious.
“actually i noticed y/n has some difficulties.” your eyes widened at what he was saying and you looked at him in surprise but he didn’t return the look, continuing the conversation with your parents that now looked really upset and really concerned which was never good for you. “don’t get me wrong, your daughter is a very nice girl but she struggles to understand some of the concepts and gets distracted easily.” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. was he trying to get you in trouble or something? you were fuming inside and you were already preparing the speech you were gonna give him after all this, but the look your mom gave you made you more concerned about the one you were gonna get instead. “i was thinking that maybe i could have some bible study sessions with her. i already do it for some of the younger kids but i wouldn’t mind doing it with y/n, if that’s something you’re interested in.” it baffled you how polite he spoke in front of your parents when he had been calling you a slut just minutes before.
“mark that’s so nice of you, you’re such a good kid.” you rolled your eyes at the big smile your mom gave him. “but we don’t wanna bother you with our daughter.” you frowned as your mom gave you a disappointed look.
“not at all. it would be my pleasure to help her and it would make my father happy as well.” he gave them a warm smile that was quickly returned.
“if i had a son like you i would be very proud too.” your dad laughed, squeezing the back of mark’s neck in a playful way but the look of horror in his face almost made you burst out laughing.
“y/d/n, let the kid go.” your mom intervened, pulling your dad by his arm. “mark, how much would you want for the sessions?” she asked with a big smile on her face.
“oh nothing mrs. y/ln. i do it for free.” he replied but he was quickly interrupted by your dad.
“nonsense! we must pay you something.” 
“it really isn’t necessary, i don’t charge any other parents for it. i’m simply doing it to spread knowledge and to help out.” you almost puked at so much politeness. 
“why don’t you come over to lunch with us at our house today? you could start your lessons after.” your mom suggested and that was the first time mark looked at you, a smirk on his face as he saw the angry look on yours, turning back to your parents proud of what he had achieved.
“i would love to.”
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sapphire-strikes · 2 years
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Over The Weather: Chapter 2
Seeing as I am still incapable of predicting my own pacing, there is probably gonna be one more little chapter after this, probably just fluff though.
Chapter 1
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Y/n: {Got the stuff!}
{On my way now!}
You typed out the message with one hand as you strode out of the store and down the sidewalk with purpose.
Boris: {Perpfect! Plz let yrself in!}
The response was almost instant and you smiled, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Your other hand hung low, the handles of the two plastic grocery bags around your wrist tempting you to swing them slowly back and forth, but you resisted, not wanting to damage their contents.
It felt good to be outside, the cool air doing wonders for your foggy head even if you still felt a bit nauseous. There was still snow on the ground even if it was beginning to turn to slush at this point and the wet dreary atmosphere was almost depressing. It would snow at least a couple more times before March so hopefully, it wouldn't last for long, but the muddy season would be inevitable soon enough once the ground began to thaw.
The change in weather always brought something with it and not often was it good. Especially in Kamal's case. The way that guy bundled up, you'd think he was safe from catching anything close to a cold, but that was probably one of the downsides of working as a dentist, you get to work up close and personal with the most contagious part of the human body.
You sniffled; on your end, it was probably just carelessness. You almost felt inclined to give Boris a heads up that you had come down with something yourself if he wanted to keep his distance, but the way he'd so desperately messaged you about Kamal, you couldn't even imagine piling on to that worry.
You almost doubted your ability to pull this off without attracting suspicion, and as you approached the front door of their house, you definitely hesitated. You "looked" fine, if not a bit red around the nose, talking would be the issue, you definitely sounded hoarse and quite inconveniently, you were sure if you breathed in the wrong way, you'd go into a coughing fit. Maybe you were simply too paranoid, Boris was probably so preoccupied right now he wouldn't even notice, and if he did he would most likely just brush it under the rug, right? You were just a little congested is all.
Deep down, you were positive the anxiety in your gut was because you weren't nearly as confident in that reasoning as you told yourself you were, but you opened the door regardless, letting yourself in as he'd asked you to.
You probably looked even more suspicious the way you initially stepped around the door as if you were sneaking inside, but you instantly grew more comfortable once you were in, realizing how silly you were being.
You didn't bother to hang up your coat as you entered the living room, turning your attention to the sound of boisterous stirring coming from the kitchen. It was cartoonishly chaotic and you snickered to yourself.
"Boris?" You called out, only able to assume him as the culprit behind it and on queue, he stepped out of the kitchen curiously; his hair was tied back in a ponytail and he wore a frilly, blue apron, smiling ear to ear as soon as he saw you.
"Ah, Y/n, you are here, thank you!" Not giving you much time to act he closed the distance between you quickly, wrapping you in a quick one-arm hug. "So good of you to come, you brought everything, yes?"
"Sure did!" You assured him, handing him the grocery bags. "Chicken stock, fresh rosemary, ibuprofen, and ice pops." You listed off the items inside as he peered into them quickly.
"Excellent! Come come!" He said, ushering you to follow him as he made his way back into the kitchen. Setting the bags on the table he pulled the ice pops from them first, putting them in the freezer before focusing on the rest, pulling the stock and herbs out to set them on the counter beside the stove.
There was a rather large pot on the stove that caught your attention, and he lifted the lid to stir it gingerly before lifting the ladle to take a small taste, cocking his head and humming to himself as he looked quite unsatisfied with the result. It was actually impressive the way he rushed around so focused, adding things to the steaming pot and prepping the ingredients you'd brought.
"I can take a guess with the ibuprofen, but can I ask what the popsicles were for?" You asked taking a seat at the table to watch him work
"I remember Kamal saying that he used to eat ice pops when he was sick as a child and that they would make him feel better. So I wanted to have some in case the soup ees too much for him right now..." He answered and after a few minutes, he took another taste of the soup, perking up quite happily this time at the result. "Ooh, that ees good!" He cheered, scooping up a little more and stepping around the kitchen island over to you, holding the spoon to your lips for you to try it as well. "Tell me what you think?"
You flinched in surprise as he approached eyeing the ladle for a moment. He even held his other hand under it and your chin as he smiled at you expectantly, so with a small laugh you excepted, immediately humming at the taste.
"That is actually pretty good!" Tasting wasn't your strong suit at the moment, but even you could agree, its warm aroma breaking through your stuffiness with just one taste and he looked overjoyed at your response.
"Oooh, I am so glad you think so! At least something is turning out right today!" He said that last part with a bit of sadness as he went back to stirring. "You and Kamal have quite similar tastes, so I just know he will like it. I am sorry for not taking the time to welcome you more properly. It has been..." He paused looking for the right word. "lacking something all day and you brought me just the things to finish it so I could not wait! Now it just needs to stew for a while and it will be perfect!"
"I'm sure Kamal's gonna love it. Speaking of which...how's he doing? Is it okay if I go say 'Hi'?" You asked and Boris paused again, turning the heat down on the stove and undoing his apron to hang it off one of the kitchen chairs.
He pursed his lips, glancing to the side. "He is in his room but please be careful, I do not want you to get sick too now!"
You cringed, his words bringing that nauseous feeling in your head back to your attention. You'd gotten so caught up here that you'd almost forgotten about it and you realized how lucky you were that he hadn't noticed anything yet. "I don't think you need to worry about that, I'll be just fine."
Boris hummed, nodding in agreement, then in a motion you were sure was only supposed to be symbolic, he rested a hand on your forehead. "Of course you will :-) Please do be quiet if you find him asleep."
"Sure thing." But there his hand lingered and for a second your confident smile twitched downward into a much more nervous one when his brow furrowed ever so slightly as he looked at you with what was about to be concern. "Here! I'll bring these to him as well!" Quickly changing the subject, you jumped away from his touch, snagging the bottle of ibuprofen off the table, and began walking back into the living room.
"Oh, okay!" Caught off guard by your sudden movement he just went back to smiling cheerfully. "Thank you, that would be helpful, and...." While you were eager to put some distance between you, Boris only stepped closer, pulling you into a hug once more. "Thank you again for coming all this way, you were a beeeg help."
"No problem, I'm always happy to help." You said, patting his back as he'd crouched down to better hug you. Ibuprofen still in your hand you felt bad at how worried you knew he really was. That scare with Kamal had done a number on him for sure, you knew that just by the way he'd hugged you when you first walked him.
And this time, after only a few seconds of this embrace, you realized something was off as well, in a much different way at that. You were no stranger to drawn-out hugs from Boris but he was being especially quiet and you knew in an instant what he was getting at when he moved his head from your shoulder and pressed his ear against your chest, not yet letting go.
"Boris?" You questioned nervously, but he only responded with narrowed sockets as he was completely focused on your breathing. You were half tempted to hold your breath, but you knew there was a reason he opted to trap you in a hug, he was already onto you and there was no hiding it now. As you let out a sigh of defeat, he heard it; that same thick heave of congestion accompanying each breath just as it had with Kamal when he'd been listening for a heartbeat.
"Flower...."
"Come on, what's.....what's that look for?"
His head felt heavy, that was the best way to describe it, but his tired body had grown used to the feeling enough that he was actually able to get some rest with that metaphorical weight keeping his head anchored to the pillow. It wasn't consistent, as he nodded in and out of it with each cough but it was actually surprising how unbothered he was by it, simply dozing right back off again seamlessly.
The ibuprofen had done a great deal for his headache, and the ice pack Boris had left him was a welcome relief to the heat, at this rate Kamal knew he was in for a smooth recovery.
"Kamal, make some room!"
Even in his drowsy state, the loud slam that accompanied his bedroom door being kicked open sent him skyrocketing up in bed and immediately regretting it as that sudden motion sent his head spinning all over again.
"Boris, put me down I am fine!"
Thankfully it only lasted for a second, mellowing back down to a numb stuffiness as he rubbed his eyes and finally focused on what was going on. Coming clamoring towards his bed was Boris currently struggling to keep you in his arms as you struggled equally to get back on your own two feet. This instantly garnered a laugh from him, even if it did faze into a cough; a cough that you unintentionally parroted after yelling as you just had, giving Boris the perfect opportunity to get a better hold on you while you were distracted with it.
"Just listen to you, you are in no condition to be out of bed either! I can not believe you walked the whole way here!" As Boris approached the left side of his bed, Kamal scooted over on queue, even flipping the covers back as he knew exactly where this was going, having decided this situation was as amusing as it was absurd.
"Boris, I'm serious I am- " another string of coughs and Boris set you down on the side of the bed, kneeling beside you and resting a hand gently on your back as you finished. He fell so naturally into the caretaker role it was funny how much it contrasted your resistance of it. "I'm okay, just a little congested." You were finally able to finish, not doing a good job at all at hiding the fact you were barely holding in another fit.
" 'Okay' my rump!" Boris huffed. "You people are so difficult sometimes, you know that? So intent to be up and about with one foot in the grave! You will be 'okay' after you get some rest." He ranted as he worked to try to tuck you into bed beside Kamal.
"Come on, I am not just gonna-!" Your protest was cut short as Boris pulled your leg up, making you lay back as he yanked off your shoe and then the other. Defensively this time you backed up into bed before he decided to take your socks as well. "Dude!"
"Welcome to the infirmary, kid." Kamal chuckled and you finally seemed to have noticed him, turning to him in surprise.
"Kamal, I'm sorry, can you please tell him this is silly. You need space to recover and I need to go home."
"Heck, I don't mind none." Kamal commented rather unhelpfully, finally laying back with his arms behind his head. "Get some rest, kid, we're in this for the long run, and don't worry, I promise I'm an easy roommate." He joked.
"That you are!" Before you could voice your frustration Boris returned to the bedside. "Neither of you are getting up until you are back to 100% and not a smidgen less! But worry not, you have got the best doctor in town to see you through it." He remarked proudly, setting the doctor's bag he carried at the foot of the bed.
"You're a dentist." You commented dryly but he didn't seem fazed.
"Eh, I went to medical school." He waved you off as he rooted through his bag, pulling out a small thermometer. "Here we go! Kamal, it is time to check your temperature again."
"Hmm?" Kamal cocked an eye open. "Oh sure give it here." He extended a hand and Boris handed it over to which Kamal casually popped it in his mouth. It definitely seemed like these two had a routine down.
"Ah ha!" Boris cheered once more, pulling something else from the bag. It was a strange-looking device that you couldn't immediately recognize with the way his large hand hid most of it and he stepped up beside you. You just kind of stared at him, but before doing anything, his eyes darted down to the blanket that up until now, had been in tangles on your side of the bed and slowly pulled it up over your legs and lap. "There we go." He nodded, satisfied to have you at least somewhat covered.
You were tempted to say something, but you weren't oblivious to how sweet he was actually being, even if it was initially kind of intrusive being scooped up and plopped into bed.
Catching you off guard, he placed a hand under your chin and you flinched eyeing him suspiciously. His response was to give you a small smile before he angled your head up slightly. Just a little taken aback you let him.
"This may be a little cold." He warned, and you were about to question what he meant but before you were able, the end of whatever he had been holding was gently placed in your ear and you let out a small surprised huff. You didn't immediately push him away but you raised a hand to grip the wrist of the hand he had currently probing your ear. "Whaaat are you doing?" You asked, eyes wide with concern.
"Checking your temperature, it is an ear thermometer." He answered, with a cheery tone of voice.
"O-oh...okay." You responded, slowly removing your hand.
"They are usually used for babies!" He followed up, and while you were sure he wasn't making any kind of fun on purpose, you still frowned when you heard Kamal snicker.
"Gee...thanks."
"Would ya rather share?" Kamal joked, pulling the thermometer out of his mouth to hold it out to you. You couldn't exactly glare at him from the awkward position you were currently in but you did roll your eyes.
"It ees good to see you are feeling better, Kamal." Boris commented and you heard a small beep sound from the device in your ear, prompting him to finally remove it. "Hmmm..." He hummed as he looked at its reading. "101.8°, you definitely need to get some rest..." He commented sadly, resting a hand on your forehead, affectionately this time.
"What? No way." You said in mild disbelief and he handed you the thermometer, the numbers clear on the reading. You didn't pay much mind to his touch at first, but after looking at the thermometer you glanced up at him and you felt some red rushing to your cheeks at the comforting touch. Turning away, you handed him back the thermometer wordlessly and he removed his hand almost melancholically.
"What about you, Kamal?" He asked, his former cheer returning somewhat as Kamal handed over his thermometer. "102°, that is better than this morning!" He said hopefully.
"Course it is, got the best doctor in town remember?" Kamal laughed and you turned to him in surprise. Although he seemed to have been in relatively good spirits this whole time, you finally noticed that he really did seem in rough shape. His cheeks were flush, his voice was hoarse and he looked tired as all hell. You were beginning to feel even worse now for having been the disturbance that you had.
"Oh my! The soup, I had almost forgotten!" Boris quickly wiped down the thermometers and set them aside. "The stove is still on I need to go check it." He remarked, setting his doctor's bag back down on the floor by the bed but kneeled beside you once more. "Would you like me to get you an ice pack too? If you are feeling hot it might help."
"Boris...." You were prepared to speak up again but stopped yourself. "No, I'm okay, thank you.
"Well, I will bring one back with me just in case, you can use it if you start to feel too hot." He reasoned and finally stepped away, heading for the door. "I will be riiight back, you two sit tight!" And with that, he disappeared around the door.
You sat in silence for a moment, glancing to your left at Kamal who laid back with half-lidded eyes, giving you a small grin when he saw you looking at him, then you finally spoke.
"Alright!" You yelled but quickly shushed yourself when you realized you didn't want to attract Boris' attention again, and threw off the half of the blanket covering you. "Alright, I'm outta here." You continued in a hushed voice as you threw your legs over the side of the bed.
"You sure that's a good idea?" Kamal spoke up, rolling over to prop his head up on his hand and watch you stand up. "Big guy's got a point, you ain't lookin too hot. Or rather, you are and that's the problem." He joked once more and you rolled your eyes again but his voice did soften as he continued. "Wouldn't hurt to get some shut-eye, kid."
"I didn't..." You paused, crouching to look under the bed in search of your stolen shoes. "I didn't come over to take it easy, I was just worried about you and wanted to help, but I've got things to do at home so I....Okay, where did he put my shoes?!" You huffed in frustration, continuing to search the room as you talked with Kamal.
"I get that, I do, sorry to poke fun." He apologized, rolling back over in a more relaxed position. "But you really shouldn't be pushing it. I know you, kid, you won't take care of yourself unless someone makes ya." He said that last part very matter-of-fact, confident that he was in the right and you didn't even respond, just avoiding his gaze.
"Screw it, if you find my shoes, message me please." You said in defeat and began making your way across the room to the window.
"Alright, you do you, kid." Kamal relented with a shrug and rolled back over, closing his eyes.
"See you around." You heaved open the window and stepped on the windowsill, gripping the sides and began climbing outside.
"Take it easy." Kamal flashed you a thumbs up as a goodbye.
"I'm outy five-thoudy." You remarked proudly, but before you'd managed to take your first step off the windowsill and into the grass, something dropped from above in a small flash of green with a shrill yell."
"AaAAAaAAAaaaAAHHhhh."
"Whuu-?!" You instinctively stumbled backward, falling back through the window and onto the floor of Kamal's room with a thud. With a small wince of pain, you rubbed the back of your head and scooted away from the window as you sat up. "What the heck was-"
"LoOks lyke weave gOt a patiEnt on da Run!" Answering your question, hopping up onto the windowsill from outside came Pabit, arms crossed with a serious expression on his little felt face as he glared down at you.
"Pabit?! What are you doing?" You asked, raising a brow at the puppet from your place on the floor.
"Oh, so that's where he went...oops." Kamal commented quietly, and you sighed.
"WhAt am eYe doin?!" Pabit parroted your question, hoping down from the window onto your lap to poke a finger into your chest accusingly "I shyouLd bee askin U da sAme ting! You's syupposed 2 bee gettin better!"
"Did...did Boris have you staking out the window?"
"Nyope! I's was ouT looking 4 birds and heard the hOle ting! Ur nyot feelin well and nyeed 2 get sum resties!"
"You know we told you to leave those birds alone." Kamal commented once more, sounding half asleep at this point, but neither you nor Pabit paid him any mind.
"Pabit, I'm fine, nothing I can't handle on my own, I promise. There's no reason for you guys to be so worried". Locked in a staredown with the puppet on your lap, you picked him up and set him aside, standing up once more. "Now I gotta head home before Boris gets back, do me a favor and tell him not to worry and that I was looking better, okay?" You asked and began climbing through the window once more.
"Nyope!" Only for Pabit to cling to the leg still straddling that side of the windowsills. "WEEEWOOO WEEEEWOOO, PATIENT ON DA RUN, PATIENT ON DA RUN! REQWUESTING BACKUP!" He was yelling as loud as he could and you took a deep frustrated breath, reaching down to pull him off your leg.
"Would you be quiet?!" You knew he was trying to alert Boris and when you tried to shush him he just began to nom your hand furiously, continuing to make a scene. "You little weirdo, knock it off!" Yelling yourself finally, you grew extremely light-headed, enough so that you almost dropped him and leaned back against the frame of the windowsill. "Crap..." You whispered, raising your free hand to press it to your temple.
Pabit, who had been preoccupied nomming his way up your arm, stopped when he noticed, hopping to sit in front of you and tug on your shirt. "U OK? Sea, what did eyE tells ya? U need 2 Get baCk in bed!" He jumped to the floor griping your pant leg and trying to pull you back inside. "Pweeeaase!" He finally begged, hugging your ankle and looking up at you with big, somehow teary eyes.
"I...", taking a deep breath, you did your best to steady yourself. "You know that's, that's probably not such a bad idea." You'd put yourself through far more than your body was ready for in this last hour and it was finally catching up to you. Maybe you weren't as okay as you'd thought, because right now, just keeping yourself upright on the windowsill was beginning to be a challenge. "Yeah, I'm not..." You froze, your words catching in your throat as your mouth began to water.
"Kid, you okay?" Kamal asked, sitting up in concern.
"Y/n?" Pabit questioned quietly.
"Crap..."
"I heard yelling is everything okay?!" Boris burst in right on time, walking in on quite the sight in his hurry.  The sound of vomiting was unmistakable as you kneeled leaning out the window as Kamal stood at your side, holding your hair back.
"It's okay, kid, take it easy." Another round of gagging was followed by deep breaths as he began rubbing slow circles on your back. "Pabit, go find me a hair-tie, will ya? Kamal asked quietly, bringing Boris' attention down to his puppet that sat on the floor beside you, hugging your thigh.
"S-sure ting!" The little guy looked nervous but he hopped away with purpose to search through one of Kamal's dressers.
Having stood there staring enough, Boris finally sprang to action, coming up on your other side and resting a hand on your back as well. "Oh dear..." He commented quietly, meeting eyes with Kamal who gave him a tired but knowing smile before they both turned back to you. You spit, pulling your head back inside and slumping against the wall under the window.
"S-sorry..." You apologized breathlessly, wiping the side of your mouth with your sleeve.
"Don't even start, kid." Kamal remarked, alluding to the fact that you had nothing to apologize for as he plopped down beside you. "Phew...I stood up to way too fast back there...." He laughed to himself, leaning against your shoulder. "Let's not do that again, okay?"
"Yeah...yeah, good call."
Boris eyed you cautiously, wrapping an arm around your back and under your knees as he lifted you from the floor, when you didn't look uncomfortable, he carried you back to the bed, setting you down gently before doing the same with Kamal. "Where you up and about while I was gone?" He asked and you smiled sadly, rubbing the back of your neck.
"You could say that." Kamal snickered at your response then laid back down with a sigh of relief.
"U bEt they Was!" Returning in the nick of time to be a snitch, Pabit jumped onto the bed, hair tie in hand as he hopped beside his maker.
"Hmm?" Boris looked at him curiously but you and Pabit were once again locked in a staredown, but this time you surrendered quite easily, gripping the blanket on your lap and staring downward at your hands. You really felt like you'd messed up. You'd wanted to prove you were fine but just made everyone worry about you that much more, so needless to say you'd kind of lost the will to fight, mentally as well as physically this time. Boris would probably be upset with you if he found out, but the formerly narrow-eyed glare of the puppet softened when he saw your sad expression, and instead of continuing he let out a little huff and hopped in your direction, stopping in front of you, lifting up your hands in his little ones and sitting between your legs as he pulled your arms around him.
"Hmph, nyever mined." He replied grumpily but his little frown didn't last long when you wrapped your arms around him yourself hugging him back against your chest as you leaned forward.
Boris raised a brow initially but smiled softly at the sight of you finally relaxing somewhat and placed a hand on your shoulder.
"I...know I can come off a bit strong," he began and you looked up at him. "But I really am worried about you, so ees Kamal, and Pabit too." He reasoned. "If you really feel better by tomorrow morning, I will not bug you anymore, I promise, but...I do not want you pushing yourself because you do not think it is worth it to take that time to help yourself feel better. Because I assure you it is!"
"It's not that, I just don't want you to have-"
"Oh, You do not want me to waste my time?" He held a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Well, I assure you I will waste my time however I wish. And right now that happens to be seeing you healthy",  Before you could stop him, one of his hands was squeezing your side gently, "and happy again!"
You nearly used Pabit as a shield, but Boris pulled away as quickly as he'd attacked, not wanting to temp fate considering your current condition, but it was just enough to pull a smile out of you. "Okay, okay!" You relented, pulling the blanket up to better protect yourself in case he tried again, but instead, he stepped back and stood up straight, looking hopeful as he smiled down at you.
"Will you get some rest, for me please?"
You glanced to Kamal who was already curled up asleep right behind you then down to Pabit who had made himself comfortable in your arms and you nodded, your voice coming out strained and quiet, true to how you were actually feeling. "Y-yeah, okay." You finally agreed and scooted down, resting your head against the pillow and squeezing Pabit to your chest.
Boris' expression perked up once more, "Oh, here!" Plucking something from the nightstand, you closed your eyes as he placed it on your forehead and you recognized it immediately as the cool pressure of an ice back. The bewildered expression on your face must have been obvious because he adjusted it gingerly. "Ees that okay?" He asked once it was better in place.
You weren't sure what got into you to reject his offer for one earlier, because you instantly breathed a comfortable sigh at the coolness. "Mmmhmm..." You nodded ever so slightly, nestling into the blanket that had now been pulled up to your chin.
"Good. Is there anything I can..." Boris stopped his question, cut off by what was now a pair of soft snores coming from the bed. "Ah, never mind." He raised a finger to his mouth to shush himself with a smile. Gently patting your head and then Kamal's, he made sure the two of you were thoroughly tucked in before turning to Pabit. "You be sure to keep an eye on them now." He whispered and Pabit responded with a salute, making him chuckle proudly.
"Now...." Boris whispered once more, flicking off the light as he stepped out into the hall. "That soup is not going to finish itself!"
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~ Labyrinth
Pairings: Eric x reader
Genre: fuckboy au!
Warnings: angst, slightly suggestive, slow burn, swearing
Based on this AU! Highly recommended to read it before you start the series, but can be read alone.
1/? Masterlist
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-“… And remember! The deadline for the essay is in three weeks.”- You hear your History teacher’s voice but no one listens to him. The bell just ringed and that meant freedom.
-“ It’s Friday!!! Let’s do something fun.” You hear Kevin’s voice next to you. You thank the heavens and stars to have him in your life, you don’t know what you would have done without him all this time.
-“ What are you thinking?”
-“ Well… You know, everyone’s been on the edge these past months with the exams and all. So Juyeon thought I’d be fun to do a small gathering, only close friends.” He says with the smallest voice and you feel all your body tense up. If you knew one thing is that you couldn’t go to parties, not yet. Not when it’s been so long since you’ve seen him and you’re actually starting to move on. To wake up and not think of him.
-“ It sounds fun! But I think I’m gonna pass this time, I better start working on this assignment.”
-“ Cmon (Y/N), it’s been a month. You gotta go to your old self, I miss you. I miss us having fun.” It pains your heart to hear Kevin, you’d love to have the balls to go to their dorms and be yourself, to dance again till you can’t stand up, to laugh freely but you feel that the spark inside of you has died and you’re afraid that if you go, it won’t light up anymore.
-“ I promise you I’ll go back to my old self. You’ll get back your partner in crime, my little moon.” You say hugging him and exiting the class. -“ Just give me a little bit and you’ll get back your star.”
-“ The world better get ready once the moon and star duo comes back.” He says giving you one of his best smiles and you feel a little bit better. You’ve known him for so long and clicked since then. One day you two were in class and someone said you looked like the team rocket from Pokémon, always together being mischievous. And since then you baptized your friendship as the moon and star duo.
As you walk outside you feel his comment nag you in the back of your head. “Why do I have to feel so bad when he’s doing fine? Was everything a lie? Did he truly love me?” These thoughts have been bugging you lately and you’re starting to get annoyed. You thought you were doing fine but sometimes these dark clouds will come and shake you down. And it seems like today was one of these days.
“ So… Juyeon is doing a gathering huh? Do you realize that it means half of the campus is going, right?”
-“ Yeah… We told him only close people and Changmin said that meant around 50 friends.” He says, rolling his eyes. -“ Thank god we have Sangyeon and Jacob to keep him in check or else It’d be a nightmare.” And that makes you laugh because it’s true, you remember one night you were staying the night in their dorms and suddenly Sunwoo and Chanhee started arguing about the smallest thing. Sangyeon only needed to look at them to make them stop. It was so funny, you don’t want to mess with an angry Sangyeon to be honest.
-“ And… Here we go. I knew it.” You hear Kevin’s annoyed voice. -“ They’re asking me to buy drinks, it seems like more people are coming tonight. I have to go now bubs, but we should do something fun this weekend okay? Just the two of us.” He says while hugging you and you nod. Maybe that’s what you need, to start slowly coming out of your cave.
You start making your way to your dorm thinking about the million things you have to get done in these two weeks and you can feel your anxiety already coming. The pressure you’ve been feeling these past few days it’s getting worse everyday. And the worst of it, it’s that you don’t have anyone to talk about it. Unconsciously, you touch your necklace, feeling a little bit better. You look down to the tiny shiny star and remember the night he gave it to you.
-“ I’ll be your star, ready to guide you even in the darkest times, even when there’s no moon shining.” He said softly in your neck. You smiled at him and looked at the charm. It was a little star filled with crystals. Stunning.
-“ When you feel like giving up, remember that I’ll be here with you. Faintly.” Eric said, touching your necklace.
“Where are you now? Where are you now when I need you the most?” You think for yourself, It’s not like you weren’t starting to move on from him, which you are doing. But you were not forgetting him, and you wish you could.
You wish you could erase all these sweet moments, act like nothing happened. Act like him, cold and unbothered. Why did him have to play you? Was everything a lie? Everything he said, was just a trap to only have fun with you? You couldn’t trust your memories, it seems like you only could remember the good ones.
But what about that night you two had a fight on a party because he was with this girl, laughing and talking the whole night while you were alone? You still remember his words: “ Stop being a pain in the ass, if I wanted to hook up with her dont you think I would have already done it?”. And you being a silly naive girl in love, acted like it didn’t hurt you. Like he didnt had the power to destroy you in matter of seconds if he wanted.
And that was the reason you broke up with him.
Everyone knew you were his girl and god forbid anyone who dared to touch you. But that’s it, you were only that, his girl. He didn’t bother to put a label, you were there for him and that was enough.
-“ Eric what are we doing?”- You asked him the night you two broke up.
-“ What do you mean?”-
-“ What are we doing together? What is this? Are we exclusive? Are we truly in a relationship?”- You asked trembling, you weren’t ready to hear his answer.
-“ Not this again (Y/N). I told you I don’t want to talk about it and you keep bringing this up. I said you are my girl and that should be enough.”-
-“ But it isn’t. It isn’t when there’s a queue of girls waiting for you to get tired of me and drop me like a toy. And I had enough, I need to know what I am to you.” You said sitting in his bed.
-“ You are making me tired with all these questions. I said drop it, (Y/N). You know how I am and still chose to be here with me.”-
-“ I chose you bc you said that you couldn’t do this without me, Eric! You told me that I was special and-.”
-“ So? That gives you the right to be called my girlfriend?”- And that was the last straw. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, it’s like someone snapped you back to reality. Like you just woke up from a beautiful dream and got hit with the true world.
He loved you, but not in the right way.
He cared about you, but not enough.
You got dressed and started to pick yoiur things while crying. You needed to get out as soon as possible, even if it was 3 in the morning.
-“Cmon (Y/N) don’t be like this. I got mad and you know I say things I regret later. Please let’s talk in the morning when we are calm, okay? Babe please-“
-“ Don’t touch me, Eric. I’ve had enough. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep falling in love with you more and more when we are not in the same page. Not even in the same book.”- You said putting on your sweatshirt, well, his sweatshirt now yours.
-“ Are you serious? Are you going to be like this? After all we’ve been through?”-
-“ Exactly, after all we’ve been through you still think I don’t deserve to be your girlfriend. And let me correct you, you’re the one who doesn’t deserve to be my boyfriend. I’m tired of your shit.”
-“ I know you’re angry (Y/N) but I swear if you leave this room that’s it.”- He said staring at you. You gave him one last smile and closed the door. It was so late at night and you decided to bring this topic up… That was a stupid move of you to be honest, but it needed to be done.
You can feel your vision getting blurry with all the tears falling but you don’t care anymore.
-“ Star? Is everything ok?”- you feel Kevin’s sleepy voice coming from the other side of the hallway and you let out a sob. -“ Hey, Hey. What happened bubs? Why are you crying? Where’s Eric?”-
-“ I… I- I think we just broke up.” You said hugging him and starting to sob even harder.
- “ Oh gosh…” He said quietly while stroking your hair.
And after that everything was a blur, you only remember him and Haknyeon taking you to your dorm and sleeping there. Everyone knew what happened because they heard you two arguing but no one could bring the topic up. It was typical of you two to argue, but in a matter of hours everything was cleared. But this time was different and both of you knew it.
This time the damage was done and there was no going back now.
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A/N: So it’s finally here!! The first chapter of this little series. Thanks to all of you for liking so much the AU and for telling me what you preferred to see on this series. It’ll be after the break up, but I thought it’d be nice to have a little context of why did the discussion happen and to see the dynamic of the relationship. Honestly speaking, I love Eric’s fuckboy vibes so much.. But still it pains me to see him acting this way :( I apologise for any typo or mistake! And remember you can ask in the comments or dms to be tagged and that requests are open!!
TAGLIST: @asherbl @fairycob @givememunjang
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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series
• Ch. 12: Changes •
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A/N: The missing gaps in time are on purpose since they will be in book 2 as flashbacks, which will include references to events you have not read yet. All fluff and shenanigans this chapter to make up for last, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: brief mention of nausea and gore towards the very end, but otherwise, tooth-rotting fluff!
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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧
𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
              - David Bowie, Changes
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- 𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -
    "I still can't believe you went after Bowers," Richie scoffs.
    As he steps off his porch and onto his lawn he looks over at his best friend and takes another gander at the bruises and welts littering her skin. Her lip was still busted and despite his and his mother's efforts to clean her bottom lip of blood, it must have started bleeding again sometime during the night as more had crusted over.
    "Yeah, well," she shrugs. "It felt good,"
    "Yeah," he snorts. "It looks like it,"
    "You know what I mean," She elbowed him and he nodded with a little laugh.
    "What d'ya want to do? I mean, we could keep standing around here like a bunch of idiots, but-" he shrugs, hands falling into his pockets, and Y/n smiles.
    "I dunno," she shrugs. A wince falls over her face, a painful-looking one at that. "But I don't think I'm gonna be welcome back at the Capitol Theatre any time soon."
    Richie nodded, a ghostly look falling over his face at all that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours alone. He still couldn't believe she had done that. He still couldn't believe a lot of things but her being in his corner after what she had found out seemed a little harder to believe right now. Especially after the junkyard... But - Jesus, that was already a week and a half ago, it felt like only hours.
    He could hear her words from the park the other day in his ears and he suddenly felt the urge to pay her back. He smiled his charming crooked smile and hoped for the best.
    "You still craving fries?"
    "Always," she answered, a look of suspicion written in her features. "Why?"
    Y/n didn't know why she kept asking these questions when she knew the answer. She didn't at all like the look growing in his eyes or the stupid feeling of guilt growing in her stomach.
    "Cause I'm prepared to make a deal with ya toots,"
     "Oh, yeah?"
    "Sure am," he says, patting his hand over his left pocket. "I'd been saving up for a long weekend at the arcade but that's a bust. And I just got a raise on my allowance ━ that's again, toots. Allowance. It's the money you get when you do stuff for people, you might never have heard of it--"
    "Is there a point here, Rich? Cause if so, you better get to it faster,"
    "Point is, I'm packing and I'm also craving milkshakes. So how's about I treat you to the biggest pile of fries your staved ass has ever seen--"
    Y/n shoots him a knowing look, ready to detest when he holds out a finger.
    "If," he continues. "you take me there."
    "Take you there?"
    "Take me there," he nodded. "By piggyback."
    Y/n gave thought to this, all while hiding behind an unimpressed look. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starving.
    Richie shrugged. "Hey, you're the one always saying you don't want to feel like charity. Well, this ain't charity, this is work with a reward. Take it or leave it,"
    Her unimpressed look grows stronger in an attempt to buy her time. But it's useless, her stomach answers for her with a long growl and a smile sneaks up on her.
    She steps forward, crouching down a bit for him to jump on her back. "Alright, let's get this over with."
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    "You know, I was really worried about carrying you, but dude, you weigh like nothing. You're a fucking bean pole," Y/n says.
    She comes to a slow before straightened her back letting him slide off her back and onto the ground. The two of them had arrived at the nearest diner in the town square where they now stood.
    "Well, not to brag or anything, but," he fluffs his collar. "I took a massive shit before we left,"
    "Ugh!" a shocked and uncomfortable laugh breaks loose from Y/n and she sticks out her tongue in disgust. "Regretting this already."
    She threw open the doors and the two found themselves inside one of Derry's lesser diners.
    It smelled like sausage and coffee beans, and it had a vibrant red and black theme. There were maybe nine or ten people there, little kids included and they could hear the jukebox blasting a David Bowie song. Y/n had a hard time enjoying it with the combination of a full bladder and an empty stomach so she turns to Richie and nudges him with her elbow.
    "I'm gonna run to the restroom. Get us a booth?"
    "Do your thing," Y/n nods and disappears around the corner. As his eyes follow her, they land on the corner in question she had disappeared around where there sat the jukebox.
    He wanders over, eyeing the machine as Changes reaches a crescendo. A mischievous smile blooms as the lights from the window illuminated his face.
    "Three plays for a dollar, huh?"
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    When Y/n returned from the restroom, she had expected to find Richie lounging in a booth somewhere, feet up and bugging the employees. She did not expect to turn the corner and nearly collide with the boy as he stood at the Jukebox and feeding all his money into it.
    "Dude! I carried you here, you owe me fries!"
    "And you shall get them my liege," answered Richie in a Shakespearean tone. "But first!" He dropped the act and looked away from the Jukebox for the first time, wearing an almost evil grin. "A social experiment,"
    Y/n's brow furrowed as she watched Richie punch in the same Tom Jones song over and over and over. It was then she caught on to what he was doing. She held out a hand as her eyes watched the Jukebox.
    "Hey, hey, hey, wait," she said, stopping Richie in his tracks.
    He looked up at her with a pout. "Relax, toots. I saved just enough for their biggest basket of fries, you'll get them." Then Richie saw the look on her face. He could practically see the gears turning.
    "No, not that. It's just..." she said, eyes never leaving the list of songs. "Before you put in more, you should throw in one It's Not Unusual,"
    And that's when the afternoon went from good to great.
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    By now, the duo had ordered and waited. They now sat tucked into a corner booth with a great view of the street corner and the passers-by of Derry. Changes had long since ended, and the remaining songs in the queue had trickled out. Richie memorized the song queue and was silently counting down until the big moment as he sat across from his battered-up best friend.
    Her busted lip poked out in a bored pout, her chin propped up on her palm as she balanced her head on the table while looking out at the graying town landscape. It always escaped her how Derry could possibly look so gloomy on even the hottest, brightest days of summer. Until recently that is, the truth all too clear to her and her friends now.
    The thought of the Losers scattered all over this hellhole only added to the gloom. They should all be here, together. Pointlessly debating which condiment goes best with fries, not fighting over... Over what they had fought over.
    Y/n's eyes finally broke away from the manhole at the center of the little intersection outside and wandered over to Richie. He had stolen the salt and pepper shakers from a few empty (and not so empty) tables and was currently doing his best to construct a salt and pepper shaker tower. His tongue was sticking out from between his curled lips and his glasses were sliding to the end of his nose at the angle he looking. The tower was nearly three shakers high and Y/n could hear him muttering, 'where's Haystack when you need him?' under his breath.
    The gloom Y/n had been thinking so intently on was suddenly ebbed away at the sight, and the corners of her lips hooked into a small smile.
    At least she had her favorite Trashmouth.
    "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold," said Richie, never once looking up from his tower.
    Y/n snorts. "You're unbearable,"
    Richie shrugs defensively. "Hey, you're the one who said we're stuck with each other," he clicks his tongue and winks. "No going back on that kind of deal,"
    "Oh, I meant what I said," Y/n releases her chin and folds both arms on the table. She hated getting all serious again, but she just needed to be sure. Her voice softens, trying to catch Richie's eye. "All of it, okay?"
    Richie's hand around the salt shaker stops, and he pries his eyes off the tower and to his best friend. Despite her intentions and promises, everything that transpired the day before -- good and bad -- flooded over him and made him tense.
    She suddenly offered him her pinky and a small smile.
    "Stuck forever?"
    Richie rolls his eyes. He didn't quite know who to blame, maybe just the losers in general, but he was going all soft and lame.
    "Like my ass and a toilet seat, toots,"
    He locked his pinky with hers and the deal was sealed forever.
    Y/n leaned back on her side of the booth and took a large swig of the complimentary water as her eyes returned to the streets. The chatter of the diner had died down a little. There weren't as many people since they got there, but they were still filtering in and out. But when Y/n had a hard time shaking off the images she had of her best friend in the state he had been, she deems it safe enough to lean forward and lowered her voice.
    "You know," she began picking at her napkin, making slow and tiny tears here and there. "I--" she sighs, not knowing how or where to begin. "I wouldn't blame you."
    Richie, having abandoned his shaker tower, frowns.
"I wouldn't blame you if maybe, it was -- or is hard to be..." she shakes her head again and rubs her forehead trying to find the words. "I wouldn't blame you if it was hard to be around me and Eddie," She blurts.
    "I'm gonna stop you right there," Richie says. "We're not gonna do that, okay? You have exceeded your sappy meter and you're gonna need to wait about 48 hours for it to charge up again. I think we've both had enough, right?"
    Y/n swallowed her words. She swallowed any promise she was holding out to him that their feelings for Eddie wouldn't change anything. That she wouldn't ever want to stand in their way, however true it was. And instead, she made a new one.
    "Let's just agree, whatever happens, happens. Let that be whatever it needs to be. Even if that means neither of us gets to see that adorable, asthmatic pipsqueak ever again. Deal?"
    Y/n fought the bittersweet smile threatening to appear. She could see it now. Richie knew what he needed to know about himself now, and that was already a lot for him to handle. She could see in his eyes he wasn't ready for the possibility of whatever was his feelings for Eddie Kaspbrak.
    Y/n's stomach turns to knots when the thought crosses her mind, but that only confirms to her it was time.
    She looks around the diner, looking for prying eyes and she still finds none. She leans in, voice lowered as she fiddles with her napkin again. "I'm uh--," she clears her throat. "I've never told anyone this, but..."
    She lets out a sharp breath. "Well, let's just say Eddie isn't the first Loser I've ever had feelings for,"
    Richie shakes his head, making a "what am I supposed to do with that?" face at her sudden shyness. She only gives him a solid stare until it finally clicks.
    Richie collapses against the seatback with a gaping, triumphant look.
    "No. Fucking. Way," Richie slaps his hands on the table and leans forward, and an ugly excited laugh comes barreling out of his chest. "You big homo!"
    "Would you fucking shut up?!" Y/n hisses, reaching over and shoving him back against his seat by his forehead. She looks around the diner and determines no one had heard that. Maybe except one guy in his forties, but that was most likely about him knowing they did something to the jukebox. He was sat with his young kids, looking tired and all too suspicious of their laughter at the jukebox. Finally, she laughs a little. "Beep, beep you moron."
    "You telling me you and Little Orphan Annie...?"
    "I'm saying," Y/n sighs, shrugging her shoulders. "I meant it when I said you're not alone, alright?"
    The look in Richie's eyes hardly changes.
    "No!" She answers. "No, nothing's happened but..." Y/n shook her head. "I had feelings for a really long time, up until about two years ago."
    "Wowza," Richie sighs, leaning back into his seat and plopping one hand on the table. He sighs. "We sure know how to pick em,"
    "Yeah, you could say that," Y/n laughs.
    In fact, that's all she could say. A million things ran through her head, things she wanted to say to Richie but couldn't. Cause when she looked in Richie's eyes at that moment she -- they both -- knew everything unsaid could remain that way. With one look they knew. They knew that they could both count on each other, have each other's back. And that included Eddie too. They knew that no matter who held Eddie's heart, they could both agree that Eddie's happiness -- and each other's -- was most important.
    The sound of brass instruments invaded the atmosphere, pulling the duo's eyes to the jukebox across the diner. Their faces lit up in matching grins, both of them nearly forgetting the psychological horror they had just unleashed upon the diner.
    "What's new pussycat? Woah, wo~ah,"
    And thus began the best meal they ever had.
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    Y/n relished at the demanding burst of cool air that bombarded her sweaty skin as she stepped inside Keene's pharmacy. The grip on the money she had scraped together tucked tightly in her right palm grew tighter when the shopkeeper's bell announced her arrival. Her eyes fell to her injured leg, and by now her feet have already begun their journey forward towards the first aid supplies. The last of the bandages secured around her leg, and she winced at the faded and stained cloth that was in dire need of a change.
    Her eyes pick up from the ground when she hears a choked gasp only to find the boy that had been occupying her thoughts standing before her.
    "Y/n," His voice is meek and heavy with sadness, and you can hear the absence of breath in his lungs that she always seemed to create.
    Despite the staggering stampede of emotions she felt, she found herself releasing a chuckle. "Hey, shrimp."
    The name itself would have been strong enough to send hooks into the corner of his lips, tugging them into a half-smile had it not been for the sight before him; she was a wreck. Looked as if she had been put through an actual wringer and his heart stops for a moment, in fear. At that moment he is grateful he has his inhaler, Y/n had a talent for taking his breath away but he never would have dreamed of it happening this way. Already his mind is going at twice its speed, a mad swarm of thoughts that dizzy his head, and as quickly as he can he tries to pluck one - just one - thing to say to her. When he finally speaks, he is thankful that his voice has returned to him.
    "How's your leg?"
    He doesn't have to ask, the first thing he saw - the very feature that tipped him off about her - was the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around her left calf. He couldn't imagine why it would still be bleeding, much less this profusely given how long ago it had been. Perhaps it had opened back up. And Eddie felt it best not to address the new set of scrapes and bandages that were scattered across her arms and legs, though each one filled him with worry. But her eye... it was completely swollen, and several shades darker than a usual bruise.
    She grew rather sick looking at the question and instantly he was filled with dread. Had It gotten to her again? Was it something new entirely? Either way, he felt a great deal of guilt he hadn't been there, and more than anything he wanted her safe. Maybe, if it wasn't too crazy, be the one to look out for her. To protect her.
    "I just," she swallows thickly, eyes darting around to avoid his eye line.
    Eddie tilts his head, encouraging her to continue. She looks as if she's about to unload a great deal off of her chest, but after a moment she shakes her head.
    "Nothing," she lies. "Just need new bandages."
    Eddie's horrified expression does not waver, but only intensifies, zeroing in on her. He just simply can't ignore the state she's in. And while every instinct inside him screams to jump in and help, he knows that's not his call nor his place. But he had to ask, he had to know.
    "Are you okay?" He blurts suddenly. He mentally slapped himself. Of course she wasn't. "What happened...? You're leg? You're eye? Are you in trouble at home? Was it...?"
    She grows tense, and Eddie scolds himself once more when he sees her walls rebuilding themselves. He hated his stupid word vomit sometimes.
    "No, Eddie!" she says tiredly, sighing at her slight outburst. "I'm..." she sighs again, staring at the floor, looking almost... calculated.
    Finally, she picks her head back up, her expression flat, but her tone a bit softer. "Just Bowers. The usual."
    Eddie couldn't help but feel like she was lying. And that hurt him. But he understood. If she had pressed him about things at home he probably would have done the same. Eddie sighed deeply as well.
    He missed the way things were.
    He missed Y/n.
    He missed the feeling he got around her, the storm of butterflies and mind-numbing fits of laughter they'd bring out in one another. He missed the way his skin would tingle like every blood cell was on fire when their skin accidentally brushed together. Eddie missed the way he'd lose himself in thoughts about her like he was now.
    Eddie didn't realize it until that last thought crossed his mind, but this was the first time in weeks he felt something other than anxiety and fear. And maybe he was crazy, but when he looked in Y/n's eyes now he thought he saw it too -
    "I'm sorry, Eddie," she says, breaking him from his daydream, sending him falling back down to earth. "But I really need to take care of this."
    He glances down at her leg, the bandage still soaked with blood and he feels fear squeeze his chest again. She was leaving. And that meant he had to, as well. He would have to say goodbye and go back home to his mother. He could hear her haunted cries, whining at him and wailing. What took you so long, Eddie? Don't you know what you're doing to my heart?
    Eddie goes rigid at the thought when he realizes; the last time he saw Y/n... Those horrible things his mother had said to her and he... Jesus, what she must think.
    "Y-Y/n," he sputters desperately as she begins to limp around him. She had gotten no answer for once again he had gotten lost in his thoughts. But he couldn't have it end like this. He just couldn't. "Y/n, I'm sorry."
    She stops in her tracks and looks back at him, thoughtfully. A sad smile graces her face.
    "I know, shrimp,"
    Her eyes hold a thousand words, a million things she wants to say to him as he wants to say to her. But they die out, and she turns away.
    "Y/n!"
    He couldn't let her go, he just couldn't. Then why was this so difficult? He always had a mouthful to say, but around Y/n L/n, Eddie was always speechless.
    "I wanna..." he gulps, a pleading, sincere look in his eyes. "I wanna see you again." He admits.
    Y/n smiles sadly. Like she doesn't want to let him go either. But still, she gives him a pleading look after gesturing to her leg.
    "Eddie, I gotta take care of this,"
     His head sunk to the floor and he nodded, embarrassed. Of course, what the hell was he thinking? She didn't need him coming in and messing things -
    Her sudden sigh broke his thoughts. "Meet me outside in five? I could use some help,"
     A nervous smile broke out, stretching and hurting his cheeks and Eddie nodded when he met her eye. He was out the door without another word, back in the alley where he had first bandaged her up all those months ago.
    His mind raced with possibility and more unanswered questions. What would he do, what would he say? What had happened to her, and could he have been there to stop it? His face still burned with embarrassment when he thought of the things he let his mother say to her, how livid he was with himself.
    It was all he could do not to bounce off the walls from the jitters. The crates from the last alley visit, or at least some like it, remained and so Eddie eagerly took a seat. His knee bounced up and down at unnatural speeds as his mind raced, his eyes wandering the alley as the wind swept in a familiar summer breeze against his cheeks.
    "I really need to focus right now," he orders, his hands making delicate work of the bandage over the new kid's stomach.
    "You need to focus?" Richie snorts over his shoulder, causing Eddie's cheeks to burn.
    "Yeah, can you go get me something?"
    "Jesus! What do you need?"
    "Go get my bifocals. I hid 'em in my second fanny pack."
    Y/n leaned forward, balanced on her knees with a crooked smile that would with Eddie for days. "You have a second fanny pack?"
    The burning in his cheeks grew, and Stan joined in. "Yeah, why do you have two?"
    Eddie didn't dare meet anyone's eye, let alone Richie or Y/n's.
    "I need to focus right now and it's a long story. I don't want to get into it."
    Besides! He was telling the truth! He needed to focus. Who knows what kind of shit has gotten into this kid's system by now?
    Eddie had nearly finished with the new kid's bandages when he heard the jingle of the store bell.
    "Yep. Thanks." Came the hardened voice of Y/n backing out and towards the alley with a pressed and forced smile before turning for the alley and away from whoever she had been talking to. Eddie was the only one to have caught the small whispered words under her breath from the silence of the alley. "-for nothing, I guess..."
    Eddie shot up from his seat, subconsciously straightening out his shirt.
    "Everything okay? What was that all about?" He asked as Y/n finally joined him. Eddie sputtered, mentally kicking himself for prying. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything, it's just you seemed frustrated. You know what never mind, you probably want to get your leg fixed up, right?"
   Eddie stopped again, shifting on his feet when he realized Y/n must be waiting to talk. "Sorry," he mumbled. And to his great surprise, she smiled.
    "Don't be. I've missed your word vomit," she joked.
    Eddie could feel the corners of his lips twitching up in a smile, and something happened to him he hadn't felt in a long time; flutters invaded his chest, making the air he breathed feel lighter and his stomach was doing flips. And he would have fallen harder had he known Y/n's stomach was doing flips right along with him, and a burning sensation lighting up her neck and ears.
    "Well, here-" Eddie said, snapping out of his daze, no longer able to stand by and ignore the gash in her leg. He supposed it really was like old times. He stepped aside, gesturing for the crates and taking the bag of supplies Y/n had handed over.
    "For real though," Eddie began, eyeing her nervously as he unzipped his fanny bag and begun fishing inside for hand wipes. "What happened, Y/n?"
    Her smile fell, and her eyes dropped to her lap where her fingers fiddled together. To Eddie, it felt like a long time before she finally answered.
    "A lot's happened since Niebolt, I'll leave it at that,"
    Eddie nodded, and stepped forward, lowering himself to his knees before her injured leg, and began unwrapping the first of the supplies from her grocery bag. "It feels like years ago,"
    "Yeah, it does," Y/n croaks.
    There's another small silence and Eddie feels a tug in his chest when her eyes linger over him. He only spares a moment to meet her eyes back before taking a deep breath and holding it. With a wince, he unraveled the cloth and quickly discarded it. He tried not to linger on the injury; the edges of her claw-like scars remained, but it looked as if they had been messily pried back open.
    Like deja vu, Eddie found himself battling to keep his lunch in his stomach, but the overall worry in his system for one of his best friends triumphed over it this time around. He dismissed the urge to gag and instead darted his eyes to Y/n in between his work.
    "So..." he asked, realizing he didn't really know where to start. "how have you been? Other than, you know," he laughed nervously.
    To his relief, Y/n smiled.
    "It's hard not being around the losers. I only ever see Richie anymore. Even Bev and I haven't really spoken since the fight, which has been really hard. We've been in each other's lives for so long,"
    As Eddie finishes cleaning the wound, his heart sinks a little at her words. True, he missed Beverly very much. But he also knew all too well what Y/n spoke of, and judging by the look in her eye as she softens at him, she knows it too. She gives him a gentle nudge with her foot.
    "He misses you too," she says, growing another small smile. "Won't shut up about you, in fact. Which is saying something... Guess I'm one to talk, though," she adds, watching him nervously out of the corner of her eye, and Eddie's heart skipped another beat.
    "What about you, shrimp? Dare I ask?" She says with a smile.
    Eddie, Y/n noticed, had been unusually quiet. By now, on any other occasion, he would have talked laps around her by now but something was keeping him. Maybe he just feels a bit out of step, she thinks, as she did. It had been far too long since things had been normal for either of them. But something told her he was now particularly quiet perhaps because he wasn't all that eager to share how things had been for him since the losers split. She couldn't imagine things had been well at home with his mother given everything that had transpired.
    So she didn't pry. She changes the subject, hoping to get his mind off of whatever might be bothering him. Her mind returns to his previous questions, and she bites the bullet.
    "Quitting my job." She says finally, stunning Eddie enough to pull his attention away for a split second. "You wondered what I was doing there. And aside from restocking, I was um... I was quitting my job."
    "You got a job at Keene's Pharmacy? When?" Eddie asked, reaching for a strip of gauze.
    Y/n seemed to think about it for a minute, counting the days in her head before shrugging. Leaning forward, she holds the gauze in places Eddie begins applying the bandages. "I guess a little over two weeks after Niebolt. I did little things around the store, this and that really,"
    "How come I never saw you?" Eddie asked, and Y/n shrugged.
    "He had me running errands most of the time," and she smiled a little. "But sometimes I'd stick around a little longer. I'd offer to sweep or restock the shelves or something. It's stupid, I know, but... I don't know, I guess I was hoping to see some admittedly cute... shrimpy little dude come walking in to refill his inhaler. Is that stupid?"
    Eddie paused, unable to hide the smile or the raging blush taking over his face. Y/n smiled to herself when she saw it, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a little bit of it too. Finally, Eddie spoke. Or at least, he tried to. His voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat, quickly shaking his head as he secured the bandages in place and began disinfecting his hands.
    "No. No, that's not stupid at all. I mean, I don't know if I'd say shrimpy, necessarily, maybe a little skinny but-"
    Y/n laughed, smiling hard at the boy she hadn't stopped thinking about for weeks. Like Eddie, she hadn't realized just how much she had missed him until now. But, she hoped, maybe she could change that.
    Eddie trailed off, his ears burning at her laugh but a smile on his face all the same. At this moment, everything was perfect. Or seemingly so, at least. And then...
    "Thanks, Doctor K,"
     He smiled, a sinking feeling in his chest knowing what was coming next as she hoisted herself back on her feet. "Yeah, of course."
    A silence falls over the two, a silence they know won't last.
    "I guess I should get going," Y/n says finally, gesturing down the alleyway. "I'm meeting up with Richie later, he's swinging by my place." And for a moment, she looks hopeful and Eddie already knows what she's going to ask. "You're welcome to come. We both really miss you,"
    Yet again, Eddie Kaspbrak finds himself with a million thoughts racing in his head, but no words on his tongue. What could he say that wouldn't hurt her? What could he say that wouldn't essentially admit he was still a coward who couldn't stand up to his own mother? What could he say?
    But evidently, he doesn't have to. Y/n can see it in his eyes, and any trace of hope deflates with her. She nods sadly, eyes now on the ground and her freshly bandaged leg. "I get it, Eddie. It's fine. You don't have to say anything."
    "Y/n..." He didn't know what felt worse; knowing he let her down, or the sound of her using his real name.
    "Really, it's okay,"
    But it wasn't okay. And Eddie knew that. Today he had been given a second chance with Y/n, and already he had fucked it up. Or so he thought...
    A smile returned to her face just before she left; it wasn't nearly as bright as it had been moments ago, but it was as real as any other he had seen all summer. And then she spoke. She spoke the three words over her shoulder as she disappeared out of view that returned a familiar spark to his chest.
    "I'll call you."
    There was hope yet.
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Hello! Take my Salam :) could you please write a Yandere Trey x Reader x Yandere Jade? Idk but that got me interested :)
Not as yandere as I hoped to make, but my mind was literally going on about me two vice leaders cooking with the reader... and feeding them.
Me: I’m gonna answer this request, but what should I write about
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Me to me: Write about the two overfeeding reader
Me: but I’m sure the readers don’t want to read that, plus there's a lot of topics I could do of them, what about *Slapped*
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Me to me: JUST DO IT
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Fatten me up
Yandere Trey Clover x Reader x Yandere Jade Leech
"I'm sure you can eat more, Prefect."
Trey gave a small smirk as he worked on cutting your meat into bite-size pieces. You turned your head away when he brought the fork up, trying to place the delectable Salisbury steak to your lips but you moved back.
"Hey now, we still have dessert after all of this."
He chuckled, entertained at how you tried escaping.
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Another afternoon at Night Raven College and classes had ended. After being told that school dismissed, Trey packed his belongings, heading out but being stopped by a presence that blocked his way. A smile was placed on the figures lips as his eyes were closed and had a hand pressed against his chest.
"Good day, Trey-san. May I have a word with you?"
Jade Leech, one of the infamous Octavinelle students asked, his expression remaining the same. Trey raised a brow at the second year but agreed, both leaving soon afterwards to an isolated area.
"So? What is it you wanted to talk about?"
Trey crossed his arms, eyeing the taller male.
"My apologies for bringing you out here but I need assistance. It's about the upcoming event."
'Ah, the Food competition.'
Trey thought, remembering the Headmaster announce that soon a taste testing competition would commence. It was a chance for each student to showcase their cooking talents while earning a large sum of money if they happen to be the winner.
"Hmm, are you planning on joining?"
"Yes, Azul told me that I was to join since he will be busy attending to the event itself and Floyd wouldn't be a good participant due to his... moods."
Jade sighed solemnly, reminding the Heartslabyul Vice how he once believed Jade was a victim to the two. Trey eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he gave an apologetic smile.
"I would imagine. So what is it that you need from me? Do you need fresh strawberries again?"
He chuckled, but Jades denied.
"I would like some help with baking cakes."
It was a surprise to Trey as he knew, Jade was well known for his delicious recipes, even in baking.
"May I ask why?"
Trey asked, looking at Jade now.
"While I am confident in my skills, I do believe I could improve much more, and who better to ask than a pâtissier?"
"You give me too much credit."
The olive haired male laughed but hadn't refused.
"If it's something like this, I'm sure I can give some tips, though I'm not one who does things for nothing, remember?"
The eel man nodded, remembering the time he had to stand in the early hours of the morning in a queue, waiting to buy a strawberry tart that Heartslabyul Vice requested.
"Name your price."
Jade smirked, to which Trey returned. However, before Trey could say his conditions, a voice called out to the two, making them turn to the source.
"Oh my, if it isn't the Prefect. What brings you here?"
Jade asked, smiling down at you. You panted, trying to catch your breath as you had been searching for the two all over.
"Cooking..."
You huffed out, making the two look at you in confusion.
"Please teach me to cook!"
You finally said, surprisingly loud that might've caused the males to jump slightly.
"What's the occasion? Are you participating in the contest too?
"The what?"
You asked, lost until you remembered.
"Oh! Oh, no! I'm not joining. I want to improve my cooking, that's all!"
You explained, blushing while waving your hands to help converse. The two continued to look at you, silently telling you to continue.
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"Ah those two, always up to something."
Trey sighed, facepalming at the behaviour of the two Heartslabyul first years.
"Fufufu, so you've come to us to help, have you?"
Jade inquired to which you nodded.
"Yes! I'm so tired of Ace complaining that my cooking is not up to his standards and Grimm agreeing."
You pouted, not noticing the two males eyes darken.
"I tried asking Jamil for help, but he told me that he was too busy handling Kalim so..."
"So you came to us."
Trey finished to which you smiled, nodding your head like a kid.
"While I'm honoured that you want us to teach you, I'm saddened we were not your first choice."
Jade joked but pretended to wipe a tear away.
"Oh, how you wound me, Prefect."
"Haha, well, I'm not opposed to helping, but you know that my assistance comes with a price."
Trey crossed his arms, smiling.
"High-grade cocoa beans that cost over 100,000 Madollars would be enough."
"EHHH!!!"
"And finding one of those mystical mushrooms I've been dying to see on the highest mountain near here, would be my price."
"EHHHHHHH!!!!!????"
You couldn't help but look shocked, making the two chuckle at your response.
"I'm, just, kidding, you know? There's no way I'd ask that much from you."
Trey petted your head to which you pouted at his jokes.
"But what you can do for me is to help taste-test."
Jade eyed Trey as he continued speaking.
"After talking with Jade, I decided that I'll be joining the contest too, though, I'll be needing someone to give helpful criticism. So do you think you can do that?"
Your eyes sparkled, as not only was the term somewhat easy to help with, but you also got to taste some delicious food, so without a second thought, you nodded your head enthusiastically.
"Good girl."
Trey praised, his hand lightly petting your head. Though it was such a simple act of affection, Trey could feel a dark aura, surrounding the male behind him.
"If you are taste testing for Trey-san, I would like you to do the same for me."
"Really?"
You looked over to Jade,  who closed his eyes and nodded.
"I-I'll do my best!"
You held your fists high, eyes fueled with a determination that made the two laugh lightly.
"Well then, tomorrow is Saturday so come by at 8 am to my dorm so we can start, okay? You too, Jade."
The two of you agreed, and with that, you gave a final 'thank you' before skipping away. Once out of sight, the smiles of the two dorm leaders disappeared. Jade stared at his seniors back, so much that if he could burn holes with his vision, the male would incinerate. Trey turned around, looking at the tall male, both their orbs not straying from each other.
"May the best man win."
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Time has flown, the three of you had been spending time in the kitchen together, as both took the day off to help you. When evening approached the two males decided to have a cook-off. Recreating the recipe's they were taught from each other and have you taste them.
"And here it is, my take on  Crisp-tender Chicken with Creamy Mushroom Sauce."
"Fufufu, and my attempt for a baked cheesecake."
The two dishes lied in front of you, both wafting with the mouthwatering smells and the appearance begging you to take a bite.
"Wow, you both outdone yourselves, hey."
You commented, wiping the bits of drool leaving your mouth while Jade comes up to you from behind.
"Indeed, I do hope it tastes as good as it looks, my dear.'
He bent down to whisper in your ear.
"After all, I tried following Trey-sans instructions."
You gulped as Trey began dishing his dish out first, laying the meat on the plate and pouring the mushroom sauce over.
"Go ahead."
He smiled, to which quickly you pick up the utensils, your knife carving into the meat before bringing it up to your lips, blowing a bit and then plopping into your mouth.
The taste was magnificent. All the flavours complemented each other. The tender-crisp, yet melting meat of the chicken, to the creaminess of the mushrooms sauce, all made you crave more.
"Do slow down, Prefect. You don't want to fill yourself up before you can even taste my meal."
Jade warned you. He was smiling at you though unknowing to you he clenched his jaw. A jealous feeling rising, as he watched you enjoy Trey's cooking.
"But ish delisiousssss!!!"
Your mouth was full, and your face brightened, showing how much you were enjoying yourself.
"Now, now."
The taller man began, pushing your plate to the side much to Trey's disapproval. Jade placed a second plate in front of you, cutting into his dish before serving.
"Take a bite, Prefect."
The eel lifted the fork that had the cake on it, making you open your mouth to take it in.
"HMMMM~!!!!"
You swooned, loving the cakes texture and how the amount of sweetness and sour was just right. While you were busy in your world, Jade glanced at Trey, a smirk plastered on his face as the other smile darkened, twitching at the corners of his lips.
"How was it?"
The teal-haired male asked when you finally came down from your high, to which compliment after compliment came out of your mouth.
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The two knew from the beginning that you were not the type of person to give constructive criticism, and even if their dishes were to taste terrible, sugar-coated words would leave your mouth instead of a disgusting response.
Despite all of this, they couldn't help but let you stay. Continuing to spend time with you and give you the best of the dishes they made, not caring anymore for the competition. All they wanted was to hear you praise them, talk to them, notice them.
I mean, wouldn't you want the person who caught your eye to do the same?
Yes, the two had grown feelings for you, the way you carried yourself and your behaviour towards others was pleasant, heart-warming and pure. Something that everyone else was not, making the two want to protect you but also break you.
Both males wanted you to see them in a positive light, considering everything else as evil, even if they caused it. But though they were like-minded, neither wanted to share, selfish were the two to have you all over them.
"So who makes the best food?"
Ace would ask, smirking as he had his head resting on the palm of his hand, awaiting your answer. The two awaited to hear your response as well, though they were at a distance when they hear the conversation.
"Who do you like best?"
They took the question as, eyeing from the side your thinking face.
"I really can't choose, I love both!"
A disappointing answer, the two thought, hands clenching in irritation that they hadn't done enough and that you were too inconsiderate of their attempts.
"What I do know is they both make the best dishes, and if I could, I would always eat their food, no matter how much!"
Ah, you should really, be careful of your words. Because, after that, the two gave each other a knowing glance.
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"That's a good girl. See? All is gone."
Trey cooed, rubbing your swollen tummy as you sat on his lap, sick and unable to take anymore.
"Please, I'm too full."
You cried, feeling someone lightly run their finger on your back in circles.
"But my, dear."
Jade said, coming closer to nip your ear.
"We haven't started the main course."
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