#Trying to complain less in my tags haha

[collophora]

More minibatch adventure I need a full show maybe too XD

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[thehusbandoden]

He Doesn't Realize How Much he Needs You Until You're Gone Part One- Dabi

A/n: 100th writing I've posted :3

I hope you like it haha.

General info:

Genre: pure angst \\ wc: 2,425 \\ female reader \\ posted: 06/06/24

Warnings!: arguing, neglect, pure angst, crying, yelling, screaming, hurt, feeling betrayed, injuries (reader gets burned- not by Dabi), pushing your partner away (both parties), feeling worthless, feelings being discarded, mention of therapy, thoughts of leaving, thoughts of death, fear of a loved one dying, numbing your emotions, Dabi raging (burning things), leaving, partner being very tsundere, mention of blood (Dabi's tears), regret, guilt, becoming a husk, I think that's all haha. Pls lmk if I miss anything! <33

I will post two endings, one with angst and one with fluff. Lmk if you want to be tagged!

Tears roll down your cheeks as you spam Dabi with texts. You had just gotten into an argument with your beloved when he stormed out, cursing you out.

"Please." You quietly plead, your voice broken with sobs. "Don't leave me."

All of your texts remain unread. All your calls declined. You were having a panic attack by now, yet nothing seemed to get the villain's attention.

Just as you're about to completely lose it, you hear footsteps. Your freeze, listening with an indescribable intensity. The window opens. Your eyes dart to the activity.

Familiar black combat boots peek through the gap, falling to the floor. Your eyes travel up the familiar torn jeans, the worn out t-shirt, the burned neck, the crooked frown, and finally to the comforting turquoise eyes.

You let out a sob of relief as you see your Dabi standing in front of you. He looks down at you, grimacing.

"What happened to you?" He scoffed.

"I-I was worried." Your voice was hoarse and broken from your sobs.

"Worried?" He grunts. "You're more idiotic than I thought." He groans, grabbing the sandwich you made before the argument.

"I-I thought you were leaving me."

"I'm not gonna leave ya. No matter how annoying you are." He scoffs.

Annoying....

Your mind repeats the word several times, your face stiffening as you numb your emotions.

"Sorry..." you mumble.

"Don't start that pouty crap." He scoffs, shooting you a glare. "I'm tired of you being such a bother. I have so much to deal with. Your pathetic emotions isn't on my list."

You quietly fold your arms, moving to the couch. You watch Dabi silently, taking deep breaths to contain your emotions.

"I'm leaving for a mission tonight. I'll be back before next week."

His voice was less harsh, but nowhere near as warm as usual.

"O-okay.." you mumble, fidgeting with your sleeves. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, stomping into your shared bedroom.

~~

"I'm leaving now, brat."

You scramble to your feet, swiftly moving to his side. You lean up, hoping for a kiss as you ever so slightly pucker your lips.

You know your husband. He will notice... won't he?

His cold eyes move down to your lips. He grunts, turning around and leaving. "See ya later, brat. Don't be pouting when I get home, you hear?" He mutters, hauling himself through the window.

He always came in and out through the back window... it would be bad if your neighbors caught a highly wanted villain in your apartment.. hence the sneaking.

You've lived together for over a year now, you've moved four times now.

"Wait-" you call out, reaching out to your husband. His cold gaze burns into you.

"Um- a-aren't you going to... going to.."

"Spit it out, woman."

"Aren't you going to.. kiss me?" You blush. Dabi scoffs.

"Don't expect needles privileges after your attitude yesterday."

"Attitude?! Do you mean our argument?" You protest.

"Here it goes again." He groans. "You're always complaining and refusing to take accountability."

"Thats nonsense." You clench your fists, trying to suppress your emotions. Tears burned your eyes, but you refused to let them shed.

"What's nonsense is your attitude. You can't even keep me around now can ya? Your attitude always drives me off! I wonder why I ever married you in the first place. You give me attitude and then act like I'm the victim. Pathetic."

Tears well in your eyes. You bite your lip. "I won't ask for anymore from you." You whisper.

"Good. Keep it that way." He lands outside, shrugging his shoulder before walking off with an nonchalant attitude.

You close the window, leaning against the wall as you try to slow down your breathing. Tears fall down your cheeks as you curl in a ball, feeling hurt, angry, betrayed, and worthless.

The days pass by as you wait for Dabi to return. You didn't hear from him, and he was gone far longer than he said he would be. Every text was left unread, every call ignored, every voice-mail left un-listened to.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You got a therapist, and ended up deciding on what was best for you. When he comes home, if he doesn't treat you better, if he doesn't even listen or try to change, its better for you to leave. Even if it was just for a little bit.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks blur into months. Many nights you lay awake, doubting yourself. Doubting your worth.

It killed you inside. Your self esteem plummeted. You stopped going to therapy. All you wanted was your husband. Your husband's love, his validation, his touch, his mere presence.

Curled in a ball, you stared at the wall with a blank expression. Horrid scenarios went through your head as you imagine your poor husband alone, injured, and dying.

Tears blur your vision as you imagine him already dead, his loving soul leaving this world without even telling you goodbye. You hadn't even gotten a kiss. Or an I love you.

The tears don't stop. And they didn't as the hours slowly pass by. You felt like ripping your hair out, screaming, hitting, throwing things- anything to get your mind off of your husband's doomed death.

The window opens. Your eyes dart towards the unlocked glass pane. Combat boots pokes through. You gasp in relief.

A worn, exhausted, injured, and in pain figure follows the boots. Revealing your beloved, Dabi. You let out a small sob, launching yourself at him.

You close your eyes in relief as you feel his warm chest, the familiar staples bringing you comfort. As you move to open your eyes you feel a hand to your shoulder, your backside hitting the floor.

You look up in shock, Dabi looking down at you in disgust.

"I thought you said you wouldn't ask anymore from me." He scoffed. You grab your arm, holding it to your chest.

"I-" you start.

"I really don't want to hear it. Just let me rest." He groans. You slowly lift yourself off of the floor, silently moving into your shared bedroom.

You curl in a ball, hiding under the sheets. You hear him walking around outside of the room, silently listening. Tears blur your vision once more. You cover your mouth, tightly closing your eyes.

You shake with sobs, doing your very best to stay quiet. You can't help but feel worthless. Tears stream down your cheeks as you listen to your husband's familiar footsteps, glad he's safe at the minimum...

Hours pass by as you cry yourself to sleep, your stray tears staining your cheeks.

~~

Dabi's POV

Dabi strolls into your shared bedroom. "Oi, make me a sandwich will ya?" He grunts. Yiu don't move, irritating him.

He moves to your side, snatching the blanket. "I said-" he stops as he sees you asleep, tears stained on your cheeks. A strange pain dtabs at his chest. Shaking it off, he drops the blanket.

Staring at you, he gently cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. He pulls away, caressing your cheek. "I've missed you. Even though you're a pain." He whispers before pulling away.

~~

Your POV

The next morning

You blink open your eyes, rubbing at the lingering sleepiness. Yawning, your eyes lazily run over the room. The curtains were hiding the small bedroom from sunlight, the entire room encompassed in darkness.

Sitting up, you rub your puffy eyes once more. Dabi was no where near sight. Sighing, you absent-mindedly trace the bruise on your arm where you fell.

Your heart aches as you remember your therapist's words. This isn't healthy. It needs to stop...

The door opens, revealing Dabi. "Finally awake, sleepy head?" His voice wasn't the cold growl like last night, but it was no where near gentle.

You nod, timidly. Afraid of upsetting him once more.

"I'm starving. Want to make breakfas..?" This was his way of asking you to. If you agreed, there would be no thank you, for you "wanted" to.

If you said no, he would be irritated for a while. He won't cook, no matter how many times you beg him to while you're away, so he will oftenly go without eating if you're unavailable or refuse to cook.

Biting your lip, you nod. He gives you a short grimace, something similar to a small smile before walking out. Standing up, you yawn, stretching your arms. Your eyes ache from all the crying, but you push that to the back of your mind.

You walk out to the kitchen, beginning to cook. You feel Dabi's eyes on you, but you don't pay much attention. You were guarded, unsure why he's acting so differently this morning. Cautious of unleashing the monster once more.

"Dabi?" You murmur. He grunts in response.

"I talked to a therapist when you were on your mission..."

"A therapist? What for? Did you leak my identity?!" He snaps.

"No, I didn't. I was really struggling for a while and needed someone to help me."

"So you relied on a stranger?!"

"You wouldn't answer. I called, texted, I left voice-mails."

"Oh so you think that your crappy attempt to get my attention justifies getting help from a stranger!? Was he a guy?! Were you sleeping with him?!"

"What?! No! I would never!"

"Then what were you doing with them?!"

"I was getting help for my mental state, Dabi!"

"Oh poor baby, you think being lonely justifies that?!"

"You're being unreasonable. Dabi she told me it was best for me to leave you if you keep treating me like this. I'm telling you this so you can wake up and change. This isn't okay." You snap, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

"Leave me?!" He laughs. "You wouldn't. You can't live without me."

"You've been making me live without you for months, Dabi. You don't tell me you love me, you don't show me affection, I'm lucky just to have you not yell at me!"

"You're being dramatic." He spits. "You're a spoiled brat. I've been working my arse off for you and you're this ungrateful."

"You've been working for revenge! It's not for me, it never was! I have my own job that pays for all or our bills Dabi!"

"You're listening to a stranger's advice and plan on leaving me?!"

"Only if you don't change Dabi!"

"You knew what you were getting into when you married me, y/n. Stop playing the victim."

"You didn't treat me like this when we first married."

"Keep telling yourself that." He spits, putting his jacket on.

"Where are you going?!" You cry, the food far from recovery, you hazardously shove the pan into the sink, burning your hand. You cry out in pain.

"Y/n!" Dabi yells, hurrying your side. He aggressively graps your hand, making you cry out once more. "Idiot! Why did you hurt yourself like that?!"

"Just leave me alone!" You try to yank your hand away but Dabi yanks it back.

"Stay still!"

"Let me go Dabi!"

"Y/n just sit still!!"

You push him back, protectively pressing your injured hand to your chest. "I said to let me go!"

Dabi's face scrunches up as he looks down at you. After a few silent moments he turns away. "I'm over you and your dramatic act." He mumbled.

Walking to the door, he pulls his combat boots on. "Don't leave!" You cry, coddling your burning hand.

He ignores you, moving to the window. "Dabi! If you leave without us finishing this I'm leaving."

"Go for it. I don't need you. I never did." He sneered.

Your heart throbbed as your beloved husband jumped through the open window, not looking back. Falling to your knees you break into sobs.

You cry over the absence of your beloved, you cry over the pain, and you cry over the dreaded feeling of being completely alone.

You don't stop for hours. It goes on and on until your completely out of tears, numb to the feeling of utter loss. Your hand aches. Your eyes aches. Your heart aches.

It all just- hurts.

You slowly drift to sleep, the cold kitchen floor being the only thing that grounds you from the pain of betrayal.

~~

Dabi's POV

Three days later.

Dropping from the window Dabi nonchalantly glances around the room. It seemed unusually cold an empty. Paying it no mind, Dabi hazardly tossed his jacket and boots towards the front door.

"Y/n, I'm home." He calls, running his hands through his greasy hair, his roots were growing out. Rolling his eyes, he opens the fridge. It was... empty.

"Y/n!" He calls once more, huffing in annoyance. "I get home and can't even eat?!"

No response. "For Pete's sake you petty brat! Get out here!"

Silence.

Anger fills his being before he remembers your words before he left. A strange pain shoots through him, his eyes widen as he runs into your shared bedroom. Everything of yours was... gone.

His heart quickens as he searches the entire house for you. Nothing. Not even a trace. His breathing quickens as he pulls at his hair. Taking a shuddering breathe, he shakes his head.

"You'll regret this y/n... you'll be back and I'll laugh in your face!" He chuckles, losing a bit of his sanity. "I DON'T NEED YOU! YOU'LL SEE!" He screams, activating his quirk as he knocks over a chair. He let's out a scream, lighting anything and everything in sight on fire.

Months pass by. Dabi has turned into a shell, simply surviving. Work, sleep, work, sleep, work... a "good" day is when he remembers to eat or drink. A shower or change of clothes is out of mind.

Walking through the streets, he walks inside the charred apartment. Stepping inside, he closes the door. He doesn't care about his identity anymore, or anything really.

His turquoise eyes scan the apartment, his eyes landing on a photo of you and him. His heart strangely aches once more. "Y/n..." he murmured, his fists clenching.

Falling to his knees, he lets out a broken sob. His eyes burn, tears would be running if they could. Blood drips from his charred tear ducts. He falls to the floor face first, nothing but his beloved wife on his mind.

How could he be so stupid?! How could he be so utterly retarted?! He lost the one thing in this world that actually loved him. Grasping his phone, he dials your number.

Please. Please pick up... please... I need you...

~~~~~

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[candy616]

Souvenir from the Battlefield 💖

~Phillip Graves x fem!Reader~

❌NSFW ❌ MDNI ❌

I wrote it because you asked me, love @xxavengingangelxx 💖 I'm sorry it's a pure disappointment though.

Y'all are invited to witness my embarrassment of a work. @bellgraves 💖 @rekakamado 💖 @phillip-graves-wife 💖 Please feel free to ignore even if I tagged you, my lovelies.

Warnings: An extremely UNSATISFYING (you've been warned) smut scene, a poor writing of a fifth grade, unsafe knife play (don't try this at home plz), not exactly about a knife play though, I don't know what is it all about to be honest… huh.. Slice of life maybe? I'm no Milton, but this isn't Paradise Lost either. Please don't throw stones at me. I wrote this instead of sleeping haha.

You've been dating for almost a year now, but you still lived in his penthouse that Graves barely could call a home before you appeared in his life and made this place much cozier. Before you've met, he practically lived in HQ, bases and hotels all over the world, not thinking much about having his own place. His place has always been on the battlefield. Graves didn't even have any hobbies, his passion laid only for one thing: making a difference in the world. And he was damn good at it. But being the Number One comes with price - he could never feel at home anywhere. Yes, Shadows were his home, but it was different... Until he met You. You changed his life completely. He found himself craving for more than battles, he started to want his own family, his own home. And You became that home for him. You've planned to buy a huge house, a mansion maybe, somewhere far away from city. A sweet secret place just for the two of you. But this was a rough and busy year. The war was everywhere, no rest for the wicked. And less he could do for now is trying to get home as soon as possible every time. Just like today.

Another quiet, lonely evening, you were sitting on the couch, wearing your nightgown, almost ready to go to sleep, staring at your laptop, mind absorbed with your boring work routine, trying not to think that you have to live without your ridiculously handsome bf for three days more, unable to even contact him this time due to the mission. You were so frustrated and immersed in the screen, you didn't hear someone approaching from behind.

“Honey, I'm home...” His hands were on your shoulders.

You shrieked and jumped, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Phil?! What the Hell?! I thought you are returning only in three days! Why didn't you call me? I would have greeted you properly! God, love... You scared me to death but I'm so happy you are home!” You immediately threw your arms around him, embracing him tightly.

He chuckled hearing your excited babble.

“Sorry, babe. I couldn't call. I came to ya as soon as I could. Besides, ya've been complaining 'bout the lack of excitement, so I thought I could deliver." He grinned, revealing his adorable little fangs. You let out a small, infatuated sigh and leaned into him. His eyes darkened, and he grunted, pulling you closer with his strong arms, holding you tightly in a bear like hug. He leaned in and began kissing you passionately, devouring your mouth as if he were a man starving, making you melt immediately and completely. He kissed you for a few minutes, filling your mouth with his tongue and saliva, not willing to let you go. Eventually, he sighed and loosened his grip, gazing into your eyes and gently stroking your hair. "Damn, babe, I missed ya so bad." His arms squeezed you tightly as he held you close.

“I missed you more... I wish you'd never leave me ever again.” You looked at him and noticed how pale his face was. He looked extremely exhausted. “Jeez, Phil, you need rest. Now.” You took his hand and led him to the couch, making him to sit down.

“Yes, ma'am.” He plopped down heavily on the sofa, leaned back, closed his eyes, stretched out his legs and sighed. You stroked his cheek affectionately, looking at him with love and sympathy. Your poor man deserved a vacation.

“What would you like to eat, love? We have everything you like.” You asked, already pouring him a glass of favorite, extremely expensive whiskey.

“I'm not hungry, sweetie. Well, 'cept for ya, as always.” He grinned showing his fangs again, making you want to drop everything and just take him. But you contained yourself and continued pouring whiskey, wanting to add some ice. “No, no. No ice, sugar, give it to me.” You handed him the glass and he downed it in one gulp.

“Wow... That tough?”

“Ya have no idea, sweetheart” He smirked, returning the glass to you for another one. “Well, I had t' push myself a li'l harder t' return to ya sooner. Definitely worth it.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you, love. But I don't want you to exhaust yourself like this...” you gave him another glass, this time with ice.

“So, ya sayin' I shouldn't come back sooner?” He takes a sip and looks at you slyly.

“What? No! You know I didn't mean it like that.”

“'Course, I know, darlin'. C'mere.” He pulled you to sit on his lap and kissed your forehead. You put your hands around his neck and started to kiss his cheek, going down to his jaw and neck, ending on his ear. You bit it and licked it, listening to his satisfied groans and feeling his hands roaming around your body, groping your butt and pulling you closer. You whined softly, nibbling on his ear harder.

“You smell like war.”

“Yeah, sorry, doll, I haven’t changed, went straight home.”

“No, I love it...”

“Ya love it, huh?” He smiled amused and, suddenly you felt something cold against the back of your neck.

“Don't move, sweetheart.”

“Phil...? What are you doing?” You froze, a bit confused.

“Just don't move, hon, alright? Ya wanted a bit of excitement, so I’m gonna give ya some. I'm just playing with ya. You trust me, right?” The tip of his combat knife started to trace down your neck, grazing your skin slightly, not breaking it.

“Of course, I trust you, love. Always. But... Are you going to cut me?”

“Ha! Cut ya? Never. I'd rather cut off my arm than hurt ya, sugar. I'm getting off on the blood of my enemies, ya know me. But seeing my sweet little girl bleed would be such a turn off. So, no, I'm not gonna cut ya, sweetheart.” He started to cut the back of your nightgown to trace your spine down further, giving you goosebumps and you shivered slightly. He stopped and put away the blade.

“Shh... I said don't move, darlin'. Not even the slightest. This thing here is extremely sharp. Don't go makin' me sad, and hold perfectly still, ya hear?” He kissed your forehead again and waited for you to nod. You relaxed your body leaning against him completely.

“Good girl.” He continued to move the knife down your spine, ripping your nightgown and pressing your body tightly to his chest with the other hand. You shut your eyes, trying to hold your breath.

“What if I want you to cut me?”

“Ah-ah. No way, sweetheart. I won't do it, even if ya beg me... Though, I'd like t'hear ya beg right now. C'mon, sugar, beg me.”

“Please...” You whined.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please, love me, Phil.”

He growled loudly.

“My fucking God, baby girl. What are ya doin' to me…” He grabbed you and lifted you, turning you around, your back pressed against his chest now. One hand was around your neck, holding you gently but firmly, the other was pulling up the edge of your nightgown, his fingers caressed your abdomen lightly, slowly going down. His mouth pressed against your ear, the hot breath burns your skin, making your squirm, as he whispered.

“Oh, I'll love ya. I'll love ya so fuckin' good, baby girl.” His fingers started to stroke you slowly.

“My, my, ya're so wet for me, babe...”

You let out a loud moan, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh, no, no, no, my darlin'. Lemme hear every sweet sound ya make...” He removed your hand from your face.

“On second thought, ya know what? Suck on it. Like a good girl, c'mon.” He put two fingers in your mouth and you started to lick and suck on it, making him growl.

“Fuck, hon, what a good, obedient girl I have here, huh? Good sweet thing...” You leaned back on him, whimpering and melting while he was stroking you with one hand and making you suck on his fingers with the other. He hadn’t touch you for two months so you were absolutely ecstatic right now, moaning loudly, your eyes rolled back.

“Good girl, good girl, my good little thing...” He stopped stroking you for a moment, shifting his hand to open up the zipper of his jeans and pull out his hard shaft. He started to grind between your butt cheeks, continuing to stroke your hot wet spot. Your breath hitched when he slid his thick finger into your core firmly and start to move it, caressing you inside. You moaned louder as he stretched you, adding the second and the third fingers, praising you, kissing your temple tenderly, his other hand groping and feeling your breasts, pinching your nipples occasionally.

“Alright, now...” He lifted you slightly and guided his length inside you, making you sit on him offhand with one swift motion. You whined and started wreathing, but he stopped you.

“No, no, sweetheart, don't you move. Stay perfectly still for me. Stay good girl for Daddy, yeah?” He held you firmly with his arm, and taking the knife again. “Now, I want ya not to move an inch, or we'll stop this. Understood?”

“Yes, love.” You whispered, out of breath.

“Don't hear ya, darlin”

“Yes, Daddy” You said louder.

“Atta girl, sweetheart.” He kissed your temple again and opened your legs wider with his knees. You both panted, moaned and sighed with every little motion of your bodies.

“Mmm... What a perfect bod ya got here, sugar. Real nice and soft, so ready for me... Close yer eyes, darlin” He murmured seductively and pressed the blade to your stomach carefully, starting to trace it slowly down your sensitive skin. You held your breath, trying not to move, as soft, muffled moans escaped your mouth.

“Do ya feel it, sweetheart? Do ya feel my hard love inside and outside? All over ya, hm? Ya like it? Ya like it, my darlin'?” The blade started to trace your inner thighs so slowly and teasingly, making it almost impossible for you to not flinch, but you managed to stay still.

“Say it.” His now rough demanding tone forced your mushed brain to focus on his voice.

“Yes, ah... Yes, I love it so much!” You whined in reply.

“My good girl.” He caressed your cheek tenderly. "Oh, my, babe, what a mess, what a perfect girl for me...”

You looked down and saw an embarrassing sticky puddle leaking from you. The sight of it made you even hotter, shutting your brain down completely. You closed your eyes again, feeling his left hand holding you across your body steadily, and his right hand slowly dragging the knife along your breasts now.

“That's right, love, ya're so good for me. Keep staying still, don't want to hurt ya even a bit. So good for me, my girl.” He grunted, bringing the knife to your neck and pressing the flat of the blade slightly against your throat. You held your breath and froze completely.

“Now. Do ya wanna say something to me, sugar?” He kissed the crook of your neck, sill pressing the blade gently. You moaned and took a deep breath.

“I love you, Phil. I love you so much.” You whined needlingly.

“Fuck, babe... I love ya more. Ya're my whole damn world, ya hear?” He took away the knife and lifted you up rapidly. His shaft slid out of you with a loud squelching sound and you let out the dirtiest moan possible. He grunted and laid you down on the couch, getting on top of you immediately. “I'm going to fuck ya so nice, babe, ya won't be able to walk for good two weeks.” He growled right in your ear, crushing you under him and nuzzling your neck. Then he stopped, his breath hot on your skin.

“Phil…? Love?” He didn't answer. “Honey...?” The only response was the sound of his calm, deep breathing. You turned your head and looked at him. Your poor exhausted love was sleeping soundly. You chuckled and hugged him tightly, letting him sleep on top of you. “Goodnight, love.” You kissed his cheek and closed your eyes. He mumbled something making you laugh a bit. You kissed the scar on his other cheek and fell asleep peacefully, your arms around him.

…………………………………………….

P.S.: Graves woke up in the middle of the night, extremely horny and fucked you silly, cumming inside you and making you cum for 3 timed in a row. Then he lifted you up from the couch and brought you to your bedroom, fucking you again in your bed. You both fall asleep in each other's arms, completely drained but satisfied. You woke up in the afternoon and took a shower together, trying hard not to start fucking again. One of the Shadow security detail brought you breakfast in bed. You were naked, covered with only a thin blanked. Both the Shadow and you were embarrassed, while Graves were grinning slyly. What a lovely bastard :c

🌸The End🌸 

[skymoral]

Bi-Han x b!reader (wife) x features. Their sons

When reader gets kidnapped while bi-Han takes his sons on their first mission. Just to find out once they get home that the grandmistress was kidnapped and him and his sons have to save the reader before it’s too late.

Your ideas hun, are literal plot fuel for me. I’m a definitely experiment with this one. It may be longer than normal 💅🏾

🩵 KIDNAPPED 🩵

Bi-Han x B!F Reader w/Children

Summary: Bi-Han is finally giving his sons a chance on the field. A mission given to them by Liu Kang. Concerning other timeline invasions. As you were at home with your daughters, although while they were gone. Someone from another timeline infiltrated the clan.

Tags: Family, Kidnapping, mission, protective, assault, death, and hurt/comfort

A/N: I know yall gonna love this one!😊

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“Noooooooooooo! Don’t go dadddy!” his daughter June shouted.

His daughters trying to baracade him, he thought it was the cutest thing. Because he still can leave the room if he have to.

He kneeled in front of his four girls, opening his arms to hug them. One ran into his chest hard, almost taking his breath away.

“I must go little ones, I’ll be back I promise. Then I am all yours.”

“That’s not fair that the boys get to go and not us.” His other daughter May pouted.

“Yea, we’re strong to daddy…” His daughter Sierra chimed in.

“Of course you are, I would expect nothing less. But your duties lie here with your mother, as ours out on the field.” Bi-Han looked at them.

They only pouted more and groaned slightly, You soon intervened pulling the girls one by one of him. Like sticky notes, one of them was a fighter. Gripping him and screaming.

Before you finally got her off, and restrained her. “You should escape why you still can baby, save yourself.” You chuckled.

“I will see my girls again when we return.” He gave you a sweet kiss, making the boys gag and girls complain.

“No! You have to give us bye bye kisses to!” Chi Chi his other daughter complained wiggling out of her mother’s hold.

They gave him another hug and kisses this time, and he returned happily. His daughters now suffice. They went in formation and bowed, “FOR THE LIN KUEI.”

He bowed before finally leaving with his sons.

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Bi-Han was with his Sons, there first mission. Was to infiltrate and obtain intel on the target.

“Now, this is your first mission as children of the Lin Kuei. You are the future of this clan, this mission will test your strength, control, and stealth. As well as to prove to me you can handle any mission alone without me and to protect your mother and sister when I am gone or not around. Do you understand?” Bi-Han explained looking at his sons

“Yes Grandmaster!”

“Good! Now An dong ni will tell us what our plan will be to infiltrate the tower.” Bi-Han said, they all looked at his son An dong ni. Who just held weapon close and slightly nervous

“Uhhhhhhhhhh…”

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You and your daughters were sitting in a straight line doing each others hair. The youngest doing her Barbie’s hair, she brushed instead of braiding like the others. She didn’t know how to do it.

You phone began to ring, the ringtone “Barbie World by Nicki Minaj ft. Ice Spice”. Y’all were shimming to it before ChiChi got up.

“I got it!” ChiChi threw her doll to the side, the phone stopped ringing and she missed the call.

She noticed it was a text from grandma, she grabbed the phone and brought it back to you.

“It’s Grandma! Is it another barbecue?”

“Haha No. I don’t think I’ll be bringing your father or uncle’s to another one.”

You looked at her message, it was kind of weird the way she typed or spoke.

But you shook it off as her being in a rush, and rushing you on top of it… That part is definitely just like your momma

You got dressed and spoke with Tomas, “Tomas can you watch the girls till I come back from momma’s house?”

“Of course Y/N, I would not mind whatsoever. The girls are a pleasure to be with.”

“Thank you. GIRLS! Uncle Tomas will watch you till I come back!” You put on your coat and grabbed your old house keys.

“Yay!” The girls shouted, running out and grabbing Tomas pulling and pushing him in the room.

“Let’s play pet shop.” Sierra recommended.

“YAY PET SHOP!” They all cheered, Tomas face turned nervous.

“Oh no… Not pet shop.”

The door closed, and already you hear chaos and you shake your head smiling.

You had your friend Liu Kang form you a portal to earth. As you headed to your house, you noticed there were no lights on which was weird.

As you got closer to the door, it was super quiet. You somehow was getting a weird feeling, the same one with the text.

You took out your keys and opened the front door, walking in. “Momma?… I came to pick up my husbands gift?…”

No response… Which was weird you put your bags and items on top of the island in the kitchen and headed straight to the living room.

You saw your family chained and tied up with water, stuck in a water sphere they saw you. Reacting strongly, they were trying to speak but there was no sound coming through the sphere.

Before you could try to go to them, you were pulled back. Mouth covered and muffled by water

“Let’s talk somewhere private, shall we?”

The mysterious man took you somewhere, the spell breaking. Dropping your parents, your parents quickly running. To see them already gone through a portal.

“THAT’S WHY I’M A HAVE MY SON IN LAW BEAT YO DEMONIC ASS! Fucking with my babygirl!” Your mother shouted before the portal close.

“Daddy, bring me my phone. I gotta make a call.”

Your father went back in the house, she worried for her babygirl.

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“I told you he was going to get all the praise.” An dong ni whispered to his brother Alex.

“I heard that.” Bi-Han said as they continued walking back home.

“You all did well, a bit sloppy but durable. A little more training could fix that.”

The boys groaned, before quickly straightening up after their father gave them the stare.

As they got closer to home, they heard commotion. Then they saw Y/N’s parents, the boys got excited running to them.

“Grandma! Grandpa!”

“Our little black ninjas! How’s our grand babies!?” There grandmother said hugging the four boys and the other four hugging there grandfather.

“Ya’ll gotten so big.” There grandfather commented. Then your mother stood up walking to hug Bi-Han, he returned. Breaking the hug, holding her close by the arms.

“How did you get here and why?” Bi-Han asked curiously, then he noticed you weren’t around anywhere.

“Where is Y/N?…” Bi-Han asked, with worry slowly rising.

Your parents looked at each other, then back at him. “How about one question at a time baby alright. My babygirl told me you have anger issues…”

“We got here with the help of Johnny boy to get in touch with this little Asian man that opened some big fire portal. To come find you, because our daughter was kidnapped.” Your father answered straight out.

“Kidnapped!?”

“By this random motherfucker, that just walked into my house. Ruining my nice clean floors, and attacked us… forced us to trick my baby to come… or he would’ve killed us, and delivered our corpses to you…” Your mother started crying, putting her hands in her face.

Your father and brother in laws trying to calm her down. “T-They t-took my baby B-Bi-Han. I w-wanted to BEAT that niggas ass… So badly… M-M-My baby…This is my fault!”

To say Bi-Han was pissed was an understatement, he grabbed his mother’s hands from her face as she was sniffling.

“You had no choice, you both are alright yes.”

They both nodded.

“Good, tell me everything. Any detail will be helpful, we will bring her back. Whoever has her, don’t know who they’re dealing with.” Bi-Han said in an intimidating tone. Then he noticed Tomas, and stared confused.

He had a dog collar on, with dog ears and face painted like a dog. “Your daughters.”

Was all Tomas said.

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“Now tell me earthrealmer, where is Sub-zero holding his warriors he is building.”

“I don’t know about anything you’re asking? I don’t dabble deep into my husband’s shit, unless he involved me in it.” You responded spitefully.

You were tied in the middle of a dry spot in the ocean. With water parted around you, if he let it go. He will drown you, and you are not a swimmer.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself earthrealmer.”

“Kiss my ass, I already told you. Whether you believe me or not, seems like a personal problem nigga.” You glared, and he returned it

“You really do have a death wish?”

“I could say the same for you Rain. I’ve had enough of sorcerers for one day.” Bi-Han replied, walking with his sons.

“Oh look… You brought your abominations with you.”

“Watch your tongue sorcerer, before I tear it out.” Bi-Han got into a stance.

“I suggest you corporate or your little pet will drown.” Rain showed him where you were at.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with. I will handle him, you boys get your mother.”

Rain slammed his staff down on the ground, forming water soldiers. As well as letting the ocean suck you in.

“Mother!” The boys yelled.

Alex was thrown into the water by one of his brothers, while the other soldier. To get you, as you swam to reach your son. You couldn’t, Alex caught you already passed out.

He formed an iceberg around you both. To float up easily. Once y’all reached the top, he pulled you both to the surface. You weren’t breathing and the boys got worried.

“DAD!” Shang your son, trying to pump your chest. Bi-Han ran to your side, moving the boys aside. They were trying to refrain from crying, as there father was pressing your chest and blowing air in your mouth.

“You will not die on me Y/N!”

After several attempts, you finally coughed up water. Bi-Han held you close to his chest as you coughed up more water in his chest. You held him tight as he rubbed your back.

“Maybe *cough* I should take swimming lessons.” You chuckled weakly. Bi-Han smiled at you, pulling you into a strong hug.

His face in the crook of your neck, “I am glad you are safe.”

The boys dog piled you both in a big ball hug. As he helped you up, you winced. He noticed your legs were scrapped and you were slightly bruised.

“Hehe… We got a bit physical before he restrained me. You know I was not going down without a fight.” You smirked at him, he loves how strong willed you are.

He then picked you up bridal style, “BI-HAN!” You blushed, arms around his neck.

“You should not walk when you are injured, and we don’t need you delaying our journey home.”

“Wow, okay… What about that water bender dude?”

“We have something special planned for him.”

You saw your boys tie up the bloody man and dragging him.

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When you made it back home, you were greeted by your worried parents, daughters, and brother in laws. Happy that you returned home safely.

Your leg was bandaged by Kuai Liang, you were exhausted from today’s events. Bi-Han ordered everyone to not disturb you while you rest.

Bi-Han made sure you had a guard by you at all times no matter what.

BONUS: Also as promised Bi-Han gave all his time to his girls. And played salon with him, doing his hair

A/N: I LOVED THIS! Such great plot fuel, and I love utilizing other characters to make things more interesting. I hope y’all love it and sorry for the long wait, I wanted it to be good💅🏾

[fairlith]

TW: Eating disorders, unaliving ideation, abuse

My experience with fandom:

I just saw this on Instagram, and again the whole Chappell Roan discourse is really making me think of when the Portal musical went viral and derailed my career by making my self-esteem so bad I considered some options too triggering to spell out here.

I was attacked for my singing voice and my acting and my ideas and my writing... unless it involved cute boys. I wrote and directed and designed the cores, but people acted like they just emerged from heaven one day. GLaDOS was my fault and people hated me. Everything else that they liked was somehow separate.

Most of all I was AND STILL AM REGULARLY attacked for my weight. I haven't done more than skim the comments on the Portal musical in years. It's really bad for my mental health. Publicly, I've been like, 'she's a computer, who cares what she weighs, haha' and waved it off, but in reality it gave me a fairly bad problem with binge-eating and stopping auditioning for literally anything. I have not auditioned for one single thing since all that happened. I gave up. My self-confidence is shot. I go to therapy, I've just never gotten enthusiastic about putting myself out there again.

If I used the word 'queer', people invasively demanded I publicly declare if I knew I was using a slur, because they knew I was a straight lady, because I hadn't featured their favourite pairing in the musical. I don't like that pairing. It's not canon. There are no canon pairings in the game. People called me homophobic A LOT.

I have an ex-wife. I am queer as Hell.

I had been in an abusive relationship with my mother, and then with a series of men, so I wrote the show as an allegory about how being abused can make you a broken person who hurts others.

In my story, I worked hard on my mental health. In GLaDOS' story, she isolates herself so she doesn't hurt anybody anymore. Sad.

I was accused of being ableist for not including Doug Rattman in the original production. HE'S DEAD in the game... But rather than keep getting hate mail, I tried to accommodate and put him in the second production.

People started trying to reach me through personal social media if I ignored their nasty/weird messages. So ignoring didn't work. If I responded when tagged in hate, then I was also in the wrong.

Don't get me wrong, plenty of people were nice, but the YouTube comments especially outweighed those voices.

The wild thing was... the Portal musical has MILLIONS of views, and very few of its fans ever supported the company with a donation or buying a cast recording I saved up to make. People stole the ONE DOLLAR cast recording and put it on YouTube. So I was famous enough for people to CONSTANTLY tag me in hate and tell me I was homophobic, that the musical wasn't good, that I'm fat, ugly, can't act, and can't sing... But I wasn't famous enough to make almost any money off it, so it felt like the only way to encourage my career to change in a way that would help me survive off it was to make myself available to people.

The viral success never translated into any sort of monetary value, and eventually I couldn't afford to do weird fandom art for 80 hours a week for waaaay below minimum wage.

I saved up to pay for that musical and paid everyone who participated out of the profits. And again, people were attacking me over a for-fun art project. I don't mean that resentfully, exactly, but Chappell Roan has riches. I had nothing. I gradually retreated from the public eye and tried to post less to YouTube and disabled comments often when I did.

When I complained about how people treated me online, I was accused of playing 'victim'. People bullied me until I deactivated the theatre company's tumblr, then bullied me for doing that, so I deleted it, so someone took it so they could make fun of me on the old url. People tagged me in hate and when I responded, they would make fun of me for that. Someone started a Twitter impersonating me and putting nasty words in my mouth.

People were harassing a person who regularly has 80 bucks or less in chequing as an independent artist as if I was a 'real' famous person with anything else going for me. My resources were VERY limited. The Portal musical had seven performances (including one concert) in two years.

That every single piece of discourse on Chappell Roan hating fame has had TONS of comments about how selfish she is has been actually weirdly/very triggering for me. I know now that giving up on my dream and not trying to push Geekenders or my personal theatre art further was the right call, because, as I am very autistic, I'm very certain I would have hated even a lick of real fame. I sure hated what happened with my silly little fanfic musical.

I don't expect anyone to really see this, but it was nice to write it. The Chappell Roan discourse is triggering. It makes me really sad.

That's all.

...I really need a journaling outlet. Maybe this tumblr'll be that.

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji would tell Ussop that he "wished Ussop was a girl" at a random tender moment, hold his cheek a little and rub his thumb slowly over his cheekbone and Ussop would give him the most strained smile imaginable and try to laugh it off. But it ended up being too awkward after Sanji more or less confessing but no homoing at the last moment, so he would make up an excuse to go to the girls' room to rant at Nami about it for 3 hours. Ussop in Robin's arms being fed chocolate cake that Sanji made and having his back rubbed (Robin the post heartbreak support mvp), extremely upset like "WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT TO PEOPLE NAMI? WHO DOES THIS?" while Nami is nodding along emphatically and plotting ways to introduce Sanji to the concept of bisexuality.

Sanji for lack of better candidates would try to vent about this to Zoro, and Zoro would just take a look at him and dryly say: "Yeah that was gay as shit Curly. Either commit to the gay or stop talking to Ussop like that." (The or I will kill u for playing with Ussop's feelings was implied.) And that's how Sanji starts his sexuality journey.

I have a Lusan fic with a similar prompt and I love it every time no matter the ship because internalized homophobia with Sanji my beloved. That being said, I think I like this better. Wayyyy better with Sanuso. Usopp panicking over it and Sanji being oh so poetic and gay. And Usopp complaining to the girls and Zoro making Sanji see that he's acting a lil bit like a jerk if he doesn't actually plan to confess to Usopp and be serious with him.

By the way. Little thing. Haha. Hahaha. Can I- Can I- Can I write this- Can I- Pleaseplease? If you want to do it yourself because it's an AMAZING prompt, please go for it!!!!! (You're legally obligated to tag me if you do because I want to read it tho). But- But if you don't plan doing anything with this I could just take it. And write it someday when I have the time. Idk. Just asking for permission.

[vintage-vermin]

I like Ongezellig, it popped up like half a decade ago on my feed randomly. Thought it was cutely done, saw Maya and was "oh no, she just like me fr fr" Waited and saw part 3 show up and then the rest.

I sometimes just have stuff that I love, but don't even bother engaging the fandom in any way. There are shows that have helped me be less of a cunty teenager decades ago that i love, but I have never gone to a fan forum or searched tags on any site. Sometimes I only search out the creative parts of the fandom and don't bother with discussions.

I love the random little things you can find on sites like Tumblr or other art-focused platforms for Ongezellig. Redraws, OC's in the shows style and fun pieces of some of the background characters Because oh, oh no, I'm not a fan of the rest of the community. But we'll hit that up later. Later. The creator made webcomics before. Had a little youtube channel with YTP's and some random reviewy stuff. Had an old Deviantart with some furry and the rare pony thing. Did an interview for a dutch comic collection ages ago that was a fun read.

(So, you only have to mail this letter) (Mailbox has a colloquial word where it's shortened to 'bus', same word as the vehicular one. "To put a letter on the bus") (... Yes, the one without wheels) He had a little comic named 'Caiasos' that was a bit of a disjointed adventure. Followed with Mayo & Curry. Simplistic 3-4 panel comics with a bit of a newspaper format.

(One day, Mayo wondered what ink tasted like) (You know that's poisonous, right?) (The box reads "Correction Fluid") A lot of the Mayo & Curry stuff is dutch snackbar puns or kinda standard early webcomic 'sleaze' as I can only describe it. Ever read like Chugsworth Academy?

(Hey Curry, it's not really clear what our relationship is in this comic. Are we family, girlfriends, roommates...) (Haha, silly Mayo. If you read the comics well it's very obvious.) (Anyway, time for walks!) Cute enough I suppose. I used to read Sexylosers when I was like 15, who am I to truly complain.

The creator did some creative & animation schooling and made a fun project. Some of you may have seen this one fly by, too!

Somewhere around the same time, he also made a little bumper for a comic festival.

He would also do little bits on dutch history, wether it be the Dutch History Iceberg video that got popular a bit ago or his more comedic Stille Willem videos. Studio Massa, the creator, was looking to get the Ongezellig show picked up. Some of the early episodes do throw in a school shooting thing and some very dutch middleschool discrimination to the Belgians. Granted, these are pilots. Would it have been picked up, I'm sure a few things here and there would get a fix up. This did not come to pass after a long time of trying to showcase it and even finishing his pilot series. However, he did land a job at a national tv station. I hope to see new projects of his over time, maybe even bring 1 or 2 of his old characters to new life in another show.

Little write-up on my experience with a subsection of it's fandom and community under the cut, feel free to ignore at your own discretion.

I went on a little deepdive to find out more a bit ago, I didn't follow the Petje-af or the Discord at the times of their inception or popularity. One of the first places you end up is imageboards and booru's. What a treat. Some of the ' documentation' of the shows reception online is very muddled. Encyclopedia Dramatica kinda stuff. Inane terms and barely understandable references to sites or people. He also has a KF thread that lists a large amount of uncomfortable information. By the time I found a few of those boards and booru's, it was already clear that they had some mass-extinction thing happen a few years ago and had to rebuild an imageboard and a booru or 2. Dragging myself to the very first page already got me greeted with "WE WILL REBUILD" sentiments. I get that there's a certain combination in the show that will bring in a specific audience. Underage characters and some historically charged discrimination. There's an underlying edginess to one of the characters that brings in a certain type of people. I have seen multiple posts and write-ups spanning a few years between eachother where people sort of announce they are done with the shows fanbase on this level. Lot's of adult art of these characters. While most places seem to be purged of this and plenty of (THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED) messages all over by this time. There's a sentiment shared across a lot of these types of fans. "fucking tr00ns ruined my fucking show" I've come across plenty of junk where some one makes a call to action because they found some one with a trans flag in their bio and posted some art of the show. I can't really find the root of this problem. All that seems to have actually happened is that a buncha people were being massive bigots in the discord, got banned for it and then they got indignant about it. There's mention that some one spammed some boards with the show ages ago and somehow invited tons of transphobia into the room. Like I said, it's all muddled and written from certain perspectives.

It's like that one part of the K-on fanbase really. I just find strange and a bit of a shame that there's such an active and hostile subsection of this little fandom. I have come across multiple write-up from people who just can't interact with their fun little show without some out-there types showing up. Even little videos that try to bring this show to a larger audience find their comments littered with bizarre callouts to the small imageboard groups. A prized possession of that snippet of the community is a game about Mymy shooting up her school. I understand this is supposed to be a niche layer of fandom that's still pretty isolated to 4/5 sites at most. I understand that there will always be outliers. I dunno, frustration about a fun little show made manifest.

[realcube]

RANDOM MATCHUPS

✦ for @4unnyr0se

✦ tw: i have no clue what i'm talking about

BAKUGO KATSUKI — my hero academia

✦ hmm i imagine his love language starts out as quality time but when you guys get more comfortable together (and he gets busier with pro hero work) it'll become physical touch

✦ and you're gift giving love language makes you so compatible with him because he's accept the gift like 'thanks.. i guess??' but inside his heart is racing and he'd keep all the trinkets you give him in a small box in his cupboard that he secretly cherishes but (unlike physical touch or words of affirmation etc) it means he gets to keep his 'tough guy' look in front of you

✦ also something i noticed is the nicknames you give lmao

✦ 'pookie princess' I'M DEAD imagining you call bakugo that 😭

✦ 'WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO !?!?'

✦ he'd be so angry yet so flustered

✦ also the fact you are a sarcastic is good but you're going to need that wit to combat bakugo's mouthiness lol

✦ omg and when something annoying happens, like a fast food place getting your order wrong or the delivery driver dropping it off at the wrong address, bakugo would be immediately pissed and you'd be like a voice of reason trying to calm him down but as soon as those workers try to get sassy with you two, chaos ensues lol

✦ like everyone else would know you are a couple not to be messed with

✦ so competitive and would try to out-spice you all the time and lose 💔

OSAMU DAZAI — bungo stray dogs

✦ i literally have not watched bsd in so long

✦ but i do think this man fits the majority of your criteria

✦ bc in terms of personality, you are kinda similar to kunikida (smart but scary at times)

✦ but with qualities that would help you and dazai get on a lot better than how he does with kunikida (like you're sarcastic and he would find that so charming. and a lot less serious, for example, how you'd rather do a casual house date than a formal one)

✦ dazai is shocked when you invite him to your house bc thats probably his first ever date that's not in a bar LOL

✦ but good idea to keep him in your house and away from other woman.. with the way that man behaves

✦ but what shocks him even more is home much he enjoys himself like??

✦ so lowkey yet so romantic and intimate, and you're so much fun to talk to so he doesn't get bored for even a second

✦ he's a changed man 😌 (kinda)

✦ the only thing is that you said you didn't want to date clown and unfortunately dazai is the ultimate clown..

✦ but you can change him!! you did it once, after all

TŌRU OIKAWA — haikyuu!!

✦ ok maybe i'm on drugs but HERE ME OUTTT

✦ you said you give good advice and TRUST this man needs it

✦ you are like the whole reason he hasn't taken a selfie with his middle finger up and tagged the whole swedish adlers team (#i'm so done with you nerds #kawa-chan out!)

✦ omg and we've seen how he is with iwa

✦ so when you get angry on his behalf (after he tells you about the audacity of first year tobio kageyama, or the whole 'should've come to shiratorizawa' thing) and you start angrily tweeting, he's like 'yes! let them have it!'

✦ you're his little demon angel

✦ that he sends off to beef with people for him

✦ and yes ofc he will listen to you bitch and complain!! literally what he was made for and he hangs on every single word

✦ i can imagine y'all doing a spa day bc you've had a shitty week , so you're complaining about it while he is applying some sort of paste mask to your face (while he's got one on too), and he's nodding along and agreeing with every single thing you say

✦ and if you have beef with a person in particular , like a specific co-worker that's annoying or a particularly terrible teacher, he automatically hates them too

✦ EVEN if you don't hate them

✦ 'and then wendy said—'

✦ 'UGH wendy. i hate that bitch. such a moron. and a loser for what she said to you.'

✦ 'haha it's okay, tōru. i'm kinda over it.'

✦ 'WELL I'M NOT'

MORISUKE YAKU — haikyuu!!

✦ the husband of all husbands. you're favourite blorbo's favourite blorbo.

✦ can't talk about this man for too long before i start foaming at the mouth so this is brief

✦ BUT i think it's funny how he's kinda the opposite of you in a sense that he's very easy to piss off , however he isn't very intimidating when he's mad

✦ meanwhile you're not as quickly ticked off , however when you do get mad, you're super scary

✦ that would make for power couple vibes

✦ also the tiny trinkets you give him will be kept in his jersey while he plays for good luck <333

✦ (but he doesn't need a good luck charm as long as you are there to support him at his games!!)

✦ his love language his probably mainly quality time or acts of service

✦but once he gets russian super league money , he will most definitely become a gift giver too

✦ he will get you one of those really expensive drawing tablets

✦ and all the cooking supplies you could ever need

KAORU HITACHIIN — ouran highschool host club

✦ of the two twins he's definitely more mature and (argubly) smart which would suit you

✦ also less psychology troubled of the two ....

✦ he's not used to girls being 'smartasses' and sarcastic but most girls at the club were very doting and not like that at all

✦ so he's charmed by how different you are

✦ he likes that you get him gifts, he thinks its cute and he treasures them

✦ and he likes to get you "lil trinkets" too except he's obscenely rich so the trinkets in question are like... swarovski crystals and antique pendants that probably cost for than a house

✦ has never been on a casual, stay-at-home takeaway date

✦ is shocked amazed by all of it , every aspect

✦ 'so you .. order the food from your phone? how does that work? does it summon a waiter to your door who will take our order?'

✦ 'the food is on it's way?? how?? it's only been twenty minutes since we placed our order.. they couldn't have made it that fast.'

✦ 'why is the sauce yellow??? is it supposed to be that colour??' he asks while dubiously prodding the chip with a fork

✦ would choke down takeaway food for your sake so you don't think he's fussy, but still prefers your cooking ;)

KAIDOU SHUN — the disastrous life of saiki k

✦ would listen to you complain about all your problems but would unlimately blame it all on dark reunion

✦ in awe of absolutely anything and everything you draw

✦ BEGS you on his hands and knees to draw him a cool pose and/or teach him how to draw as good as you

✦ and handle the heat of your cooking but would never admit it because he wants you to think he's all badass and can take anything

✦ so when he's eating your food , he's like visibly bright red and sweating but when you ask him how it is, he'll just nod and go '😁👍'

✦ bc you know him so you secretly lower the spice of the meals by a little bit , every time you cook for him

✦ so he thinks he's quickly getting used to the spice levels, but really you're just making it less spicy lol

✦ it makes him feel manly tho !!

CHOSO — jjk

✦ i've never seen jjk so this is based off of vibes + trin the weirdo skits haha

✦ so pls tell me if i'm spreading misinformation

✦ but this guys seems chill asf

✦ would appreciate a calm, takeaway and pjs date

✦ not interested in anything you're interested in but he's not interested in very many things so don't take it personally

✦ doesn't seem funny either but he's funny looking so close enough

for @4unnyr0se: so sorry i haven't seen aot, jjk or black clover (#fake anime fan 😔) so there are probably some from shows you've never seen before lol , but hopefully i introduced you to some new faves?? anyway this was fun eeee

[kiwiana-writes]

Hi MJ! I was so excited to read your new WIP snippet today, thank you for sharing it! I love it, I've missed your brand of humour!

I'm writing this because it made me sad to read that you're afraid of being lost to obscurity. Please know that not only do I adore your fics and name drop you to any of my fandom friends who'll listen to me yap— I have waxed poetic about the rockstar!Alex WIP to so many folks— but also, I think of you and what you're up to often.

Exhibit A: there have been times when I've thought of changing my url here but didn't only because I had submitted a prompt for your subscriber shindig and didn't want you to struggle to find me here in case you ever try to tag me haha! (This is not me trying to make you feel guilty about the subscriber shindig event btw! I just want to point out that I do think of you and that you're not forgotten in the least).

I also love the writer's ask games you play here and try to submit something when I notice it. I didn't know it was a big old case of writer's block keeping you away from writing; I just assumed you must be busy with Life™️. Thank you for sharing how you're feeling though, friend.

Could I do anything to help? Perhaps I'll drop in here occassionally or on ao3 comments whenever I think of you? Would that be a helpful reminder? I'm usually very shy (which is why this is anon!) but your fics have brought me so much joy and excitement in the past year, I'd really like to help you feel less sad. I don't know how to help with writer's block but reminders that you're loved? They're so easy!

💖

This was SUCH a lovely message to wake up to, anon, thank you 🥰

Practical thing first: if you (or anyone reading this) does change your username and you still have a subscriber shindig fic outstanding, just drop me a message so I can update my spreadsheet! Though I should be able to figure it out anyway, because I’m tackling them in order 😅

And I don’t know of many authors who are going to object to a reread comment/lovely tumblr message/etc—or at least I’M certainly not going to complain lmao. That is such a lovely, kind offer! I fucking love interacting with y’all so much and it sparks so much joy—I’m just having a bit of trouble fanning those sparks into an actual creative fire at the moment. If it helps, my original writing is suffering just as much if not more 😂

(Also god, rockstar Alex exes to lovers my BELOVED. One day.)

[archangel-lucerys]

green hate luke because he's the only one who can make aemond look like a complete pathetic loser without even trying very hard

*luke just breathing*

greens: look at this demon, he made fun of aemond, he hurt his heart, he was 4 years old and deserved to be punished, he took out aemond's eye and left him miserable forever

aemond: I'm such a badass knight, I'm going to kill my uncle daemon haha ​​I can do anything because I'm badass 😎 (any less dealing with a 14 year old boy because yes it's a sensitive topic

greens and aemond cry every day because of luke 😭

That and they hate lucerys who so far has really hurt any green, like physically irrevocable, and thematically I can see why both that is necessary and why it would birth hatred in someone, but the point of the book was aemond was always like that, especially knowing what he does later, but here in show its always only luke who makes him lose his head? Would they play more with that when he sees the strongs

Like a child who only picked up a knife thinking someone would absolutely murder his brother is crossing a line and hes the devil, but that 16/19 year old decides to murder him isn't, and I'm tired of the "it was an accident" defence when no it wasn't? Unless they collided unknowingly its deliberate, when he climbed his giant drgaon and chased after him, he just did not like the consequences of it.

And yeah like is show while aemond is very stoic and firm, but around lucerys he becomes a rabid dog at slightest provocation and lucerys isn't even his main source of issue, I wish to elaborate on it but that character is not someone I care enough to do so

And in book he is even more childish with ottto having to berate him before he leaves for storms end and him replying screeching is kind of funny but completely different from show.

And the tg has weird issue with us tagging characters even is were talking a out them 🤔 like I'm asked why did I add aemond tag on a post majorly talking about him in reference to luke, as I found theirs in luke tag too, I didn't complain because that's a dumb thing to do, to complain about when they tag people they're talking about 🤷🏽‍♀️

[thatgirl4815]

5 Songs Tag - QL Shows Edition

Tagged by @abstractelysium - thanks for the tag! ❤️ I had fun writing this. Sorry it's taken me a few days to do this; I've been pondering my answers, lol.

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL media that you actually listen to.

🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series.

🎶Non-western tracks only. Let’s support Asian music and languages!

🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating.

🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

Gotta add my own little disclaimer here...I've seen quite a few BLs, but I'm extremely biased towards a certain few (as you will soon see), particularly in the music/soundtrack department. That will be extremely apparent here, I'm afraid.

Also, I can't possibly order them because I love them all too much. So in no particular order...

Free Fall - This OST singlehandedly changed the course of my life. I could not stop listening to it back in my KP airing days. The Eng ver AND the Thai ver are both bangers, and I think they fit KP's vibe so well. I also have to give a special shoutout to "Free Fall (Love)" because I personally think the theme is even better on the piano. I still hum it regularly.

Why Don't You Stay - I'm a sucker for Jeff Satur's voice. He's got such a nice tone, and the song itself captures the more loving, less brutal side of KP. I also have to credit this song with turning me into a Jeff Satur fan in general.

Over the Moon - I'm afraid this is where my bias starts to show, haha. The Eclipse is such a special show to me, and like KP, I think OTM captures the youthfulness of the series with its more heavy themes. It also just reminds me of AkkAyan so much every time I listen to it, and I can't help but reminisce; they truly were a cultural reset for me. It's not a song I jam to like Free Fall, but I'd be lying if I said I don't get all in my feels while listening to it (esp with The Eclipse's anniversary just the other day)

Your World, My World - Every time I hear this, I remember just how much Our Skyy2 LOVED the guitar riff at the beginning. Seriously, the AkkAyan ep must've used that same guitar riff at least 3+ times per scene. Not that I'm complaining though. Like Over the Moon, I think it captures the AkkAyan dynamic well--and, might as well say it, it feels like FirstKhao's anthem at this point.

Let's Try - The newest addition to the list. I can't stop listening to it. Obviously I'm a fan of Khaotung's other OSTs (see above) but this is a whole new vibe for him that he matched perfectly. The high note?? Golden. Haven't seen anyone else point this out, but there's a special muffled effect they put on his voice in the last chorus that just...speaks to me. I can't explain it.

I know I'm only supposed to do 5, but I'm gonna give a special shoutout to Living For You from NLMG because it's just...so sweet. I don't know how else to describe it. Phuwin's deep voice, the piano...NuengPalm is so soft despite the brutality of their world and this song is a perfect encapsulation of that.

Ok, sorry if any of you have already been tagged, but I'll tag @nihilisticcondensedmilk, @invisiblegarters, @luckydragon10, and @aprilblossomgirl! (No pressure at all, but I'd be curious to see what ya'll's favs are ❤️)

[msmargaretmurry]

LMN! XYZ!!

l. Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

head above water for SURE. just kind of a weirdly lonely writing experience and i had some stuff going on that made it tough to believe in my own writing abilities sometimes! but i got through it 🫶

m. What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with?  Did it turn into a story?

the two that come to mind are both apocalypse-y aus, neither of which i have turned into fic — firstly this climate apocalypse au, which i still think would be wildly fun from a worldbuilding perspective, and also the ai apocalypse au based on that weird little video the canucks posted at the beginning of the season. i don't feel like finding it rn but if you know you know. mostly it would be about quinn hughes leading his little band of survivors across the desolate and dangerous canadian prairies, trying to get back to michigan in hopes that his brothers would be there, and also pining deeply for brady the whole time.

n. Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

since grad school is eating all of my time and i haven't finished writing anything substantial in ages, i unfortunately have the same answer for this as the last time i talked about wips 🥴 which is: the brady/quinn haw sequel, the girl!quinn cisswap fic, and the matthew/leon edge-of-retirement futurefic. those are still my main guys!! hopefully one day i will finish all of them so i can get some new ideas to talk about, haha.

x. How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?

i definitely go through phases where i read a lot of fic and phases where i hardly read any fic and am reading tons of published books instead. i do a LOT of fic reading off of recs from pals and rec blogs/lists because i'm lazy about going through the tags 😂😭 and i would say that i'm a little picky but open to a lot of things! pickier about long fic because it's more of a time investment, but i will forgive writing mistakes, etc, for a fun and interesting fic premise.

y - answered here!

z. Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?

honestly i don't think i can complain on any level about the amount of love my fics have gotten! people have been been very kind and generous across the board! my older fic obviously gets less attention but i am exremely fine with that because it a) is not as good as the newer stuff and b) i wrote a lot of it while deeply depressed and don't remember it well anyway LOL. so that's fine! i think maybe my most recent matthew/leon fic got a little less attention, but it's such a bite-sized little character study pwp that i really didn't expect a ton of attention, so that's also fine!

[lunapwrites]

hey!!! i was wonderi g if you know of a jegulus & wolfstar au called best friend’s brother. reg and remus are bfss and james and sirius are bffs. wolfstar meet in a bookshop and james meet and the starbs(?) reg and remus work at.

i started reading this and got really far but it fell off my radar when i got locked out of my account and now i cant find it to continue reading/mourn it being gone

i love reading your fics and hope your doing good 😊😊😊

Hello!

I feel like I have come across this fic before but have not read it just yet. I think this is the one? (Is it by bizarrestars?) Tags-wise it seems to fit your description. It looks pretty interesting actually, so I might put this on my TBR (I have a few other fics I'm trying to read first in the time I'm able to.)

And I'm doing mostly okay! Getting less writing done than I'd like since I've been feeling gross lately but overall can't really complain! Things are in general going well. I'm also going to try to get cracking on chapter 20 again today, so wish me luck haha. :)

Thank you!! <3

[yngseung]

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[marvelsswansong]

hey babesss

could you do an eddie x fem!reader fic where they have a fwb situation and they both end up catching feelings so eddie decides to break it off, not really explaining why, causing the reader to think she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough for him to feel the same, so starts to ignore him and almost all her friends (exept steve and robin). and then she goes to talk to him and sees him with chrissy, and ‘realised’ that he broke it off with her because she’s not chrissy. so she gets either really angry or drunk or something and calls him, confessing her love for him, and he just hangs up, causing her to think he is weirded out her but he shows up at her window and confesses his feelings. angst to fluff <3 tysmmmm

a/n: ayo my first Eddie request! I changed a few things but kept 95% of the request in tact because yes yes I love it, I hope I did it justice!!!

tags: semi angst, fluff though with happy ending, bit of Jason x reader, Eddie means well but he's an idiot, allusions to sex, mentions of getting drunk and throwing up, Steve and Robin are grade A best friends

☆ word count: 4.2K+ (omfg I thought I wrote less but this is what ended up happening haha) ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Eddie's not sure how it happened.

He's not one for cliches, and yet here he is: having fallen in love with his supposed 'friend with benefits'.

You'd been complaining about body aches and migraines from the stress of school - what in between college applications, extracurriculars and trying to graduate with honors - and Eddie had always found you quite attractive whenever you'd come by to pick Dustin up from Hellfire Club session as the Henderson's babysitter.

Then you two had run into each other at a random house party, neither of you really knowing anyone there except for each other. You were buzzed on a few cups of beer, Eddie was tipsy and high, and you'd been wearing a midi dress cinched right at the waist, stopping right above your knees. He was certain, that every boy in the house had been making a pass at you, but you'd been oblivious to it all.

"Don't you have a boyfriend who can... help you out with that kind of pain and stress?" Eddie had teased, taking another sip from his red solo cup. You'd groaned, leaning against the back of the bath tub with a sigh.

"I broke up with Jason two weeks ago, remember? Also-" you raised your hand, pointing an accusatory finger at Eddie. "He was lousy in bad. Real terrible."

Eddie laughed at that piece of gossip as you took another swig from your can of beer, wiping away the excess liquid poorly.

"But you're right. If only I could have someone satisfy me physically without having to get my heart broken again..." you trailed off. Eddie's senses heightened suddenly at your suggestion, his eyes narrowing in on the drop of beer that was still hanging by the edge of your lips. The bathroom you two had locked yourselves into was still quiet, the loud house music muted behind the four walls. Eddie moved to sit at the edge of the bath tub, placing his ring clad hand onto your knee, testing the waters.

"Well... I'm happy to be of service, if you know what I mean." he suggested slowly, causing you to choke and throw your half-empty can to the side.

"Seriously? Are you offering to be-"

"Friends with benefits?" he finished the sentence for you, leaning closer. You could smell his cologne as well as the cheap beer on his lips, his hooded eyes staring into yours. It was dangerous and tempting. "Absolutely, princess. Just say the word and I'm all-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before you fervously pulled him downwards, his legs tangling with yours in the bath tub, his hand reaching down to grab your ass as your dress rode up and bunched around your waist.

If Eddie hadn't been so drunk on your moans and gasps, he probably would've felt bad for the other partygoers who couldn't use the second floor bathroom for an hour straight.

The routine was rather simple. Slip in a note into each other's lockers whenever you two wanted to blow off steam. Exchange calls. Hook up whenever you had to pick up Dustin and you two were in the same place. Sometimes, Eddie even drove to Family Video, knowing that you'd be keeping your best friends Steve and Robin company, before driving you back to his place to fuck.

It was feral and physical, sure. But it was also weirdly... domestic. You were just so sweet, so thoughtful. You slipped him copies of your notes in classes where he'd fallen asleep from exhaustion. You packed him extra snacks for whenever you dropped off Dustin, insisting that you wanted to make sure Eddie was eating right too. You attended his rock shows whenever you could, sticking around long after to compliment his songs and asking when the next gig was.

It was easy to fall when you were so perfect. He made excuses for having you sleep over and stay the night. He cuddled into your shoulder, made a habit of always having his hand somewhere on you - on the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, teasing lacing your fingers with his. He barely even called you by your name anymore, opting for 'princess', 'babe' and one time (when he was high out of his mind) love.

You were one of the few people at that damn horrible school who made him feel appreciated. Like he was worth something, worth being seen, worth being more than the school's resident freak. Maybe that was why he fell for you.

All he knew was that the nail in the coffin was seeing you in the Hellfire Club shirt, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as Eddie finished up cooking breakfast in his kitchen. You'd placed your sleepy head on his chest, mumbling a quiet good morning, and his first instinct had been to reach down and place a soft kiss on your forehead. It dawned on him, then and there.

This was domestic.

This was what couples did.

And damn it, he loved you.

The realization scared him shitless. Especially when he'd been hearing rumors that Jason was making efforts to win you back. After all, why the hell would you choose someone like him - a repeat senior, school dealer, complete loser - when you could have your old boyfriend back: the star basketball player of Hawkins High.

'I just need to dial down on the affection. And maybe see her less.' was what Eddie had been telling himself for the past few days post-realization. Then, Eddie had been cornered after math class, with Jason practically shoving him into a spare supplies closet.

"Woah, buy a guy dinner first before you wanna get frisky." Eddie teased, grimacing at the force with which he was thrown into the closet.

"Shut the fuck up, Munson." Jason commanded, seething with anger. "The only reason I even came to talk to your punk ass today was to tell you to break up with my girlfriend."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at that, amused.

"Your girlfriend?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, his fist coming up to pull at Eddie's shirt.

"Yeah, you fucking dumb ass. (Y/n). Apparently, she's somehow settled for a loser like you."

"We're not together, Carver." Eddie spit out, which just caused the jock to chuckle.

"Well whatever the fuck you two are, you'd better break it off."

"And why should I listen to you again?" Eddie mocked, but Jason simply stared at him in silence. The look in the blonde's eyes was disturbingly sinister, his knuckles turning white against the door handle.

"I'm sure you're well aware that her dream school is Columbia. Well, let's just say my dad's best friends with the Dean. And if she rejects my proposal to get back together tomorrow after the game, her chances of getting in will be... absymal, shall we say."

The threat causes Eddie's heart to shatter, a phantom vice grip on his throat. You've worked so hard the past four years at a shot at that ivy league. You were extremely passionate about what you'd study after Hawkins High, and now Jason was threatening to take it all away from you just because of him.

"I'll break it off. I promise." Eddie gruffly managed to say, and a wicked grin appeared on the blonde's face.

"I know. Just do it damn quickly."

The door slammed shut, engulfing Eddie in the dark.

Eddie knew he had to make the 'break up' final. It had to hurt. It had to seem genuine. So he'd slipped you a note in your locker, asking him to meet you by his car in the parking lot immediately after school. Your eyes were still bright with joy as you bounced up towards him, your skirt flying behind you as you smiled at him.

"Hi Eddie!"

Masking his true emotions, Eddie forced a harshly neutral expression on his face, not returning your smile.

"Hi."

The smile on your face faltered for a brief second.

"So... what did you wanna talk about?" you questioned slowly, trying to gauge his headspace. But nothing could have prepared you for what he said next.

"I think we should stop seeing each other."

"W-what?" the flash of hurt on your face was unmistakable, the worst sight Eddie had ever seen, and it took all his might to not begin immediately apologizing and taking his words back. But Jason's threat still rung in his head and he knew he had to do it.

'Break her heart, Munson.'

"You're getting too clingy, (L/n). You're a great lay and all but this was never meant to be a you falling in love type of ordeal." he chuckled, leaning against the side of his car with his arms crossed. Your knees wobbled and your voice shook, your hands anxiously wrapping around your backpack.

"But... you let me sleep over at your trailer. You gave me your shirts. You were even calling me nicknames-" you try to rationalize it, had you been reading it wrong? But then you remember all the teasing remarks from Dustin and the boys, the sly comments made by Steve and Robin, the dusted red cheeks on Eddie's face whenever someone referred to him as your boyfriend.

It didn't matter now though. Especially when Eddie just rolls his eyes at your response.

"So what? I do that with all my hook ups."

Hook ups.

The phrase feels dirty. It feels harsh, too, when he's been calling you nothing but sugar, princess and babe the past few months.

"So that's it? I was just a hook up to you."

A tear escapes your eyes and you quickly brush it aside, but Eddie doesn't seem moved. His expression is stone cold, almost bored, as he begins to pick at his nails.

"Yeah. So I think it's best we break things off. You're still welcome to come pick Dustin up or whatever since that's like, your job."

"O-okay."

There's so much you want to say. You want to grab his shoulders and scream, you want to break down in his arms and cry, you want to forget any of this ever happened. But you only have the strength to walk off to your car, slam the door behind you, and drive home as fast as you can, the road blurred through your tears.

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Wednesdays used to fill you with joy.

You'd fly through your classes, attend student council meetings, hang out with your friends at lunch, before rushing to the Henderson household to pick up Dustin. You and him would exchange jokes and stories in the car, whatever song the boy wanted blasting from your car radio, before you dropped him off for Hellfire Club. You'd wait around afterwards, knowing that Eddie and you would eventually go to his trailer to hang out and have sex.

Now, Wednesdays are like any other. Most of your schedule's in tact. Except you tactfully avoid questions about Eddie and disappear as soon as you drop off Dustin.

You're back with Jason now too. You're not too sure why. He's not particularly different from the last time you two dated. But you're lonely. You're angry. You're hurt. You want some company and he's there to provide it.

You don't ever praise or join in on Jason's insults against Eddie. But a part of you is glad to hear it. Fuck him, you think. Fuck Eddie Munson. The asshole who broke your heart with no remorse.

"Baby, can you pick up my weed for me today?" Jason begs as he slams your locker shut for you, his face peering from behind. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes, biting your tongue.

"I have babysitting duties today, remember? With the Hendersons?"

Jason waves it off.

"Yeah, yeah, and that's cool and all but I promised my teammates we could get high as hell after the game this Friday and I forgot I have detention today so I can't pick it up."

You sigh, wanting to refuse, but you know there's a good two hour gap in between when you drop Dustin off and when you have to pick him up again.

"Fine. Who's your dealer again?"

"Eddie Munson."

The mention of his name makes your skin crawl, ice running through your veins, but you mask it with a brave smile.

"Ah yes, of course. Sure. I'll pick it up for you."

Jason smiles, but it's not a smile you adore like you adore Eddie's. It's just obnoxious and cruel, and you're already tuning out the rest of the conversation.

"Thanks hotstuff, you're a lifesaver. I'll see you after the game on Friday."

"Cool."

Sitting in the front seat of your car looking into the forest, you feel like a fucking idiot. All you need to do is go up to the damn trailer, knock on his door, tell him that you're here to pick up Jason's stash and then leave. But you're pinned to the driver's seat in fear and anxiety.

Letting out a shaky breath, you climb out of the driver's seat, the leaves crunching underneath your boots as you trek closer towards the trailer. What stops you in your tracks is the sound of someone giggling and Eddie's voice following soon after, and you begin to walk towards the noise.

Chrissy Cunningham, blonde bombshell and most popular girl in Hawkins High, is talking to Eddie. She has a bright smile on her face and she seems to be flirting with him, though you can't make out the specifics of their conversation. Eddie seems more than happy to indulge her in her flirting, making exaggerated movements and giving her his signature smirk.

Realization sinks into your stomach when it becomes clear to you that you really were nothing to him. You were just a hook up that got too clingy. And he's upgraded from you, it seems, in the blink of an eye. Chrissy is a good choice, you bitterly think. You can't even be mad because again, Eddie isn't yours. And he never was yours.

And Chrissy is also a really nice girl.

You can barely breath through your tears when you pick up your phone and dial Family Video, knowing that Robin is manning the counter today. Robin picks up after a few rings, her voice monotone and bored until she realizes it's you on the other side.

"This is Family Video, your number one place for VHS rentals and purchases. My name is Robin, how may I help you today-"

"Robin, I-I need a favor." you managed to croak out, your throat dry from all the tears. You can hear Robin shift in the background.

"(Y/n)? Woah, hun, what's going on?"

"I-I need you to pick up some weed from Eddie. Jason's stash. H-he needs it before his Friday game and I can't pick it up today. P-please do this for me. Please..." you can't even finish the sentence through your tears and you vaguely hear Robin yelling at Steve to cover her shift.

"I got you, okay? I'll pick up the stash, no problem. Do you want me to come by tonight and drop it off?"

"Yes please."

You hang up before Robin can ask you any further questions, as you only have one thought on your mind: drop by the gas station, flash your fake ID, get drunk and cry to whatever sad song is playing on the radio today.

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"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! HELLOOOOO-" Robin pounds on your front door loudly, anxiously looking into your front windows. Your parents are out of town and all the lights are off, despite it being night time, so Robin can't even tell if you're really home. She pulls back, defeated, before looking at Steve with a raised eyebrow, daring him to do something.

"Stay here."

Steve then climbs onto the nearby tree to scale up to your bedroom window, knocking on the glass precariously, almost falling off the roof with the force with which you leap forward and hug Steve.

"STEEEVEEEEE YOU'RE HERE!!!! MY HERO!!!" you're clearly drunk, your hair is frazzled and you smell like wine. Your room's a semi-mess, a pile of freshly done laundry scattered across your bed, your socks bunched up awkwardly by your feet.

"Hold on. Let me let Robin in first." Steve chuckles, sitting you down and closing the window behind him. Your eyes light up at the mention of your other best friend.

"ROBIN'S HERE? YAY...."

Steve hurries downstairs and unlocks the door, letting Robin in, who is staring at Steve with a confused expression. Steve sighs.

"She's drunk. Very drunk."

As the two of them walk up the stairs, you call out to Robin.

"ROBIN CAN YOU PLACE THE STASH BY THE BATHROOM? HIDE IT UNDER THE SINK PLEASE THANK YOUUUU-"

"You don't have to yell, hun, I can hear you just fine." she chuckles, before walking off to the bathroom. Steve hears you walk around the room, shuffling through some items, which puts him on high alert.

"(Y/n)? What exactly are you doing in there?"

"Oh, I'm... I'm gonna call Eddie. And tell him what an ASSHOLE he is and why I'm actually HAPPY that he's out of my life!" you lament out loud, your body thudding against the door as you accidentally slam against it, your sense of balance completely gone. Steve and Robin look at each other, panicked, before Steve's hand is on the door handle.

"Uh, I don't think thta's a good idea-" he tries to get you to change your mind, but you lock the door.

"NOPE I'M NOT LETTING YOU TWO... CHANGE MY... MIND! I'm calling him right now and you can't stop me."

You're basically slurring your words now and Steve and Robin continue to bang on the door, begging for you to open up. But you don't care, your vision is hazy and you feel fucking amazing (euphoric even), the distant ringing of the telephone keeping you company before Eddie picks up on the other side.

"Hello?" he answers, confused.

"Listen up, asshole. You know, when you first told me I was a 'hook up', I was hurt. I really liked you and I thought maybe you really liked me, so I was VERY sad for a long time." you begin to rant, swaying from side to side. You hear Eddie sigh on the other end.

"Listen-" he tries to interrupt you, but you don't let him.

"And THEN I SAW YOU WITH CHRISSY TODAY. And it totallyyyyy made sense. I'm not good enough for you."

"What?"

"Eddie, I may still hate you, but you're a catch." you hiccup. "You're hot, you're good at guitar, and you're funny. Chrissy's really pretty, she's really nice and she's not as clingy as I am. You two are really-" you have to pause, your head starting to spin with nausea. "Really good for each other. So good for you."

"(Y/n), you're clearly drunk and talking non-"

You interrupt Eddie once more.

"BUT IF YOU BREAK HER HEART LIKE YOU BREAK MINE, I WILL END YOU, MUNSON! I know where you live, don't forget that."

You hang up before throwing your phone onto your bed, setting down your glass of wine before opening up the door for Robin and Steve. Your best friends are staring at you, wide eyed and shocked, which quickly morphs into expressions of horror and worry when you look visibly sick.

"I don't... feel so good."

Robin is holding your hair away from your face as you throw up into the toilet, Steve cringing at the horrible sounds. He knows you're going to have a killer headache and stomachache afterwards, so he disappears into your kitchen, pulling out some painkillers and a warm cup of tea to soothe your stomach.

The sound of a car screeching to a halt outside, followed by hurried footsteps and fervent knocks on the front door, cause Steve to stop in his tracks before opening the door. Eddie's standing there, looking scared out of his mind, trying to look over Steve's shoulder.

"Is she here?" Eddie tries to come forward but Steve puts forth his hand, stopping the metalhead in his tracks.

"Back up, Munson. Why should I let you in to (Y/n)'s house?"

"Come on, Steve. I know she's here and I need to talk to her-" Eddie begs, trying to shove past him again, but Steve doesn't budge.

"No. You HAD all the time to talk to her. But she told us everything. You're one sick asshole, playing with her heart like that. If she was just a hook up, you shouldn't have strung her along just to dump her for someone so soon afterwards."

Steve's words pierce his heart and Eddie feels even more desperate to make things right.

"It's all a misunderstanding, I-" Eddie pauses, his hand coming up to tug at the root of his hair in frustration. "Jason. Jason threatened me and I couldn't let her chances of getting into Columbia be ruined because I love her."

The confession makes Steve blink in confusion, his words settling in slowly.

"Jason... threatened to block her chances from getting into university if you didn't break things off with her?" Steve slowly repeats, only frustrating Eddie further.

"YES! And I can't have her drinking herself to death thinking that I never loved her, please, I know I screwed up but I have to talk to her-"

"Fine."

Eddie's brushing past Steve already, practically sprinting up the steps and bursting into your bedroom. Robin opens her mouth to argue but sees Steve nodding from the background, motioning that it was okay. Glaring at Eddie, she whispers into your ear that her and Steve will be waiting outside, before she joins Steve out in the hallway to give you two some space.

"Hi, princess."

You slowly turn your head at the sight of Eddie kneeling beside you, worry etched into his beautiful face. God, even when you hate his guts, he still knows how to make your heart flutter with anticipation. You groan, the stinging headache starting to set in, before you avert your gaze forward.

"What are you doing here?" you mumble.

"You called me, remember?" he laughs quietly. You glare at him.

"Doesn't mean I wanted to see you, asshole."

It's clear that you're upset at him. Scratch that, you're furious. You're heartbroken. And he knows it's all for a good fucking reason. Sighing, Eddie sits down next to you, taking off a towel by the side to wipe your mouth.

"I know that you hate me. And you have every reason to. But I have to let you know: you aren't just a hook up for me. You were never just a hook up for me."

"W-what?"

"Jason, he... he threatened me. Said his dad was best friends with the Dean of Columbia and that if I didn't break things off with you, he'd make sure you wouldn't get in. I loved you, I still do, but... I couldn't be the reason you didn't get into your dream school." he slowly confesses, and you feel the cool touch of his metal rings against the side of your face as he strokes your cheeks lightly.

"Also, Chrissy was just there for a poorly attempted drug sale. She's a nice girl, but I don't think of her in any romantic way. Not when I have someone like you in my mind 24/7." he chuckles, throwing your towel into the laundry bin behind you. You look up at him with wonder and surprise this time, slowly taking in his words.

"So... you love me?" the question comes out hesitant and muted, as if you can't believe it. It breaks his heart again and Eddie's pulling you onto his lap, holding your face in his hands and speaking slowly, emphasizing every single word.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much. You'd never be just a hook up for me. And you never were. Please forgive me, princess."

His eyes are searching for any indication of forgiveness. Then you break into a watery smile, nodding quickly before wrapping your arms around his neck, crushing him in a hug. The force with which you embrace him causes him to fall backwards, his back hitting the bath tub.

"You know, angel, this is kind of like our first date." Eddie mentions, motioning to the bath tub. You roll your eyes.

"The first time we had sex was NOT our first date." you counter, pouting. Eddie smiles.

"You're right. We haven't had a proper first date. I'll have to take you out some time soon."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He tries to lean in for a kiss, but you scrunch up your face and push him away with a scowl.

"Eddie, I look like a mess. Not to mention I've been drinking and I just threw up."

"You look perfect." he insists, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Though, you're right. We should hold off on making out until you've brushed your teeth."

"Then we can make out?" you eagerly ask, causing Eddie to laugh. God, he's missed you.

"Yes, princess. Then I'll kiss you until your lips fall off."

-> a/n: oof besties when I tell you I have like a million projects being written for Eddie... I'm especially hyped for you all to be able to read the one I just finished writing today, not too sure when I'll post it (probs some time next week, maybe Thurs/Fri night). As always, if you liked it, please leave a like/comment/reblog so I know!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️