#would you like to be sad? if so this is a show for you

[kxsagi]

OK LISTEN!! WHO ARE THE BLLK CHARACTERS WHO WILL SET THE WORLD ON BURN FOR YOU? BY THE WAY, I ADMIRE YOUR WORK❤️‍🔥🫶

“𝐢’𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH MWAH MWAH

btw this prompt reminded me of the song LET THE WORLD BURN by chris grey so ofc i had to use it as the title

and i interpret “i would set the world on fire for you” as extremely down bad and possessive energy… so that’s what i wrote the headcanons about

ft. kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, mikage reo, karasu tabito, kunigami rensuke

kaiser michael

kaiser is deranged in love. like “touch her and you die in 4K” deranged. 

you so much as sigh in a sad tone and he’s like “name. address. blood type.” 

would burn down an entire stadium if someone catcalled you. he won’t even blink. 

wraps an arm around your waist and stares down anyone who looks at you too long. smug as hell. 

“you see someone else? cute. they’ll be ashes by morning.” 

kisses you possessively, like he’s marking territory. dramatic. always wants an audience. 

buys you stuff just so people know someone can afford to worship you. 

jealous of inanimate objects. “that blanket gets to be around you all night? unfair.” 

will 100% tattoo your name somewhere stupid like over his heart or on his ring finger. “it’s not obsession, it’s devotion.” 

shidou ryusei

no thoughts, just “who hurt my baby???” as he sprints into battle. 

does not care about consequences. you told him that person was rude? BANG their tires are gone. 

kisses you like he’s on the verge of losing his mind. tongue, teeth, desperation. he needs you. 

death-grip on your thigh in public. leans into your neck and breathes, “mine.” 

insane levels of down bad. if you look cute, he’s on his knees barking. literally. 

you say “i want this,” and now the whole mall is yours. “baby wants? baby gets.” 

gets upset if you're too polite to people. “what’s with that smile, huh? you wanna die for them or what?” 

your name is his phone password, tattoo idea, safe word, AND ringtone. 

itoshi rin

silently simmering with rage when someone even slightly inconveniences you. 

doesn’t talk shit. just handles it. and by “handles it,” i mean permanent erasure from society. 

down bad in the scariest way. he won’t say “i need you,” but if you even joke about leaving, he freezes. 

pulls you close by the collar and whispers “don’t test me.” you’re the only softness in his life. 

his world is just you, football, and the pile of people he’s ready to fight for looking at you wrong. 

if you cry, he goes silent and leaves the room. not because he’s heartless. because he’s planning someone’s downfall. 

possessive in public. hand on your waist. glares that say “touch her and you'll lose a limb.” 

doesn’t believe in second chances for your enemies OR for anyone who flirts with you. 

“they don’t get to see you smile. not like that. that’s mine.” 

itoshi sae

dangerously calm when jealous. but you know it’s bad when he goes quiet quiet. 

his version of setting the world on fire? controlling every outcome so your life is perfect and your enemies fail publicly. 

you think he’s chill? he’s not. he’s been watching your ex’s linkedin profile for weeks. “just waiting for the right moment.” 

pulls you in by the chin when someone looks your way and gives you a long kiss on purpose so they get the message. 

“no one else touches you. you get that, right?” 

wants your lipstick on his collar and your scent on his hoodie. it’s a warning. 

he will show up to your haters' events, uninvited, just to watch their life crumble from the front row. 

low-key manipulative. makes you feel so special you’ll never want to leave. ever. 

“you’re all i have. so no one else gets to have you. period.” 

mikage reo

most unhinged part? he looks polite and composed doing it. he smiles while planning war. 

"they hurt your feelings? alright. new mission: emotionally ruin them and buy the company they work for." 

will ruin someone's financial life because they looked at you wrong. “whoops. guess they’re bankrupt now.” 

literally has a “spoiling you” budget larger than most countries’ GDP. 

possessive in a delicate way. he’s not clingy, he’s just always there. pulling you into his lap. whispering in your ear. slipping his card into your pocket like “go wild, baby.” 

kisses your hand, your temple, your shoulder – subtle marks of ownership. especially in public. 

gets jealous of people breathing near you, but keeps it cool… until he doesn’t. 

“oh, you think you can take her from me? that’s cute. security, escort him out.” 

buys the rights to your favorite book/movie/show so he can cast himself as your love interest. dead serious. 

makes everything about you. “why start wars when i can end them with your smile?” 

and god forbid you call him your “boyfriend” in public. “no, no. say ‘future husband.’ say it right.” 

karasu tabito

smart, manipulative, and terrifyingly efficient when someone wrongs you. 

smiles in public. burns people in private. 

down bad in a playful way until someone makes you cry. then it’s scorched earth. 

“you deserve better. so i became better. for you. but they? they get hell.” 

lowkey wants you dependent on him. not in a creepy way, just in a “nobody else will love you like this” way. 

hand on your thigh while he’s whispering in your ear at parties: “they’re staring. should i say something, baby?” 

makes it his business to know everyone you hate. because now he hates them too. 

will absolutely send you a selfie with your enemy crying in the background. “justice served.” 

kunigami rensuke (post-wild card)

he tries to be reasonable, he really does, but the minute you get hurt? his whole moral compass shatters. 

the definition of controlled rage. he holds it in until he’s alone, then starts punching walls and pillows. 

when he’s possessive, it’s like protective dog energy. he’s literally hovering over you. 

doesn’t even let people near you in crowds. hand always on your back, guiding you like a damn bodyguard. 

stares down people who flirt with you. doesn’t say a word, just stares. 

kisses you slow, deep, possessive, because he needs you to know he means it. 

if someone cheats or lies to you? “i’ll make them regret ever existing.” and he does. mercilessly. 

looks at you like you're the only good thing in the world. “you’re mine. and i don’t share.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cvnt4him]

okay, food for thought…Baby-making that leads to overly needy and affectionate touching, heavy panting and whining..

Izuku shivering as your legs lock tighter around him, his throbbing tip kissing your g-spot so deliciously you two cry out in pleasure <3 his whiny, desperate and sad moans makes your pussy cream to much

Katsuki would definitely have your legs on his shoulder, his lips kissing the corners of your mouth as you mumble praises as Katsuki pathetically whimpers, his hips shuttering as he continues his deep thrusts 😵‍💫

do whatcha need to dooo :P

- 🩸

Your reqs are always delectable<3

Izukuᡣ𐭩

Izuku is weak, he adores you so much and enjoys the sweet intimate time the two of you get with one another. Cherishing you and holding you fondly in his arms, placing in the pit of your neck while you feel his breath shakily fan you through his nose. His eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened to fall at the corners.

His cock was so dirty and fat inside of you, the stretch that you've come to know and love throughout your time with him never really being easy, get still such a delicious feeling to encounter. You're so lucky you get to lie beneath him and listen to his moans fall into your ear. He lifts up from previously hovering over you, sweat all over his forehead showing little streaks of green tufts sticking to his forehead.

His breathing is heavy as he still his hips momentarily to raise up and look down at you, your legs wrapped around his waist terribly tight as if you couldn't let him go, he was your lifeline and you'd be damned if you let him escape. His poor cock twitched inside of you as he felt your precious pussy spasming around him.

There was something about you beneath him like this. All disheveled and breathless yet still begging, aching for more. Your pupils looked as if they were hearts to him. You were so hungry for more of him and his cock, what else was he to do to her than slam his hips back into you. The fat tip of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly making you whine out in pleasure arching your back off of the bed, he can't help but to moan watching you writhe underneath him.

You hear him sniffle as he continues to jackhammer his cock into you, whimpers leaving out of him as he squeezes his eyes shut once more with tears beginning to fall down his red, freckled and scarred cheek(s).

Izuku was a mess in your pussy, he was having a hard time keeping himself together. His whole body began shaking as he felt his orgasm approaching, you weren't making it any easier with the way you were moaning for him to cum inside of you. Plus with how bad he wanted you to get pregnant, he wanted you to be swollen with his child, for you to ask him to help you out on your shoes or make you a snack, to cuddle you on the couch and watch silly shows you would when you were younger.

The thought of it all had his hips stuttering and his cock spilling all of his sticky cum inside of you. Thick wild ropes spraying inside of you, you sighed heavily at the feeling of his cum warming you from the inside out. So much of it filling you to the brim, you shudder at the sensation of your orgasm and his.

His moist body lying on top of yours as he breaths raggedly above you. You take a deep breath and kiss the top of his head still feeling his softening cock jolt when your pussy occasionally squeezes around it, his body shuddering at the overstimulation.

Katsukiᡣ𐭩

This asshole. I swear he loves you so bad, as serious as he takes sex and pleasing you sometimes he just has to be rough with you. He just absolutely needs to have you screaming out loud for him, and he finally has it.

Your legs hoisted over his shoulders as he roughly pounded your dripping cunny, he'd cum inside of you a few times prior you were already sensitive from your previous orgasms and you were onto your thousandth one you swore. Your eyes were rolled back and your head was numb spit dripping down your cheeks as katsuki grins wickedly above you, that stupid wobbly smile and his breathless snicker of his only causing you to tighten around him.

He groans loudly at the feeling of you squeezing him, the way you hushed around him creaming as his balls slapped against you. He had so much more to give you and he wanted you to have it all. You deserved to take everything he has to give you. Katsuki stops his thrusts to catch his breath watching you closely, admiring you beneath him and how you twitched below.

You try your hardest to look up at him through your daze, he'd fucked you dumb honestly, but you tried your hardest to muster what you could to speak to him; telling him how good he's doing, how much you love him and how strong he is for you. His eyes seem to soften at your sweet shaky and gentle tone. You were teasing him or playing around, you were genuinely and you wanted him.

Katsuki felt a shiver go down his spine and his eyes water a bit, his breath hitched as he quickly pulled out to fold your legs over yourself, your knees practically touching your shoulders. You groan at the position feeling his weight on top of you within an instant as he plunges his long cock back inside of you the girth making you choke on your spot and when out for him.

You were throwing your head back in pleasure thanking him and praying for him not to stop, another orgasm washing one you for the millionth time. You swore they were just coming whenever they felt like it, you have no control over your orgasms anymore. You were so loud that you couldn't even hear his own whimpers, sniffles leaving him as he bites his bottom lip harshly to try and sustain his own noises.

One of them so wobbly and whiney, his brows furrowing deeply as he feels his stomach turning signaling another orgasm coming. He was so close and you felt so good, making him feel so sweet and cared for. This was the best kind of sex to katsuki, even when he needed to release all of his stress onto you; you could still find a way to make it sweet and love filled.

His thrusts were still deep even as his hips shuttered inside of you. His breathing unsteady as he filled you up with his cum. Your loud moans quieting down as his hips slowed but never stopped. Small whines leaving the both of you as your forehead laid together. His breath fanning your face from his slackened jaw. He was so sweet like this, you tried your best to bring your hands to his warm, red, and sweaty face. A smile forming onto your own, nothing that he could see through his shut eyes as he lazily kisses your face.

You were happy like this. His hips still stuttering as you could finally hear his own mewls and whines. So soft but definitely there, you giggled to yourself and held him as best as you could.

[queernobi]

I hate to be the one person who disagrees with this, but man as someone who has read the books multiple times I cannot for the life of me understand how someone reads book Aragorn and thinks he is so cool and chill. Aragorn's parts in the books are easily some of the most boring, which is insane considering one of his quests involves him going to the Path of the Dead because Prophecy Reasons™️. His few moments of actual suffering and conflict in the books themselves (not in his backstory outside of the books, and not in his actual wartime conflicts, of which he is always extremely successful in Just Because™️) come almost exclusively from moments where he expects to be in control, but isn't--things like Boromir's death (it's telling he frames this as "things keep going amiss for me today" in the books), or the aforementioned prophecy of going through the Path of the Dead. You would think the guy who goes through as much as he does in the story would show any bit of characterization beyond, "Well, I guess I gotta Do This Thing for Plot And Prophecy Reasons," but he does not. Even in moments where you would think he should take a far more active interest in the things around him, he does not, and seems compelled to action mostly because of prophecies or some sort of duty to his colleagues (and I very specifically say "colleagues" because while the other characters have pretty nice moments of genuine connection with each other, I never get the impression with any of Aragorn's interactions with the others that he feels any particular affection for them, even when he bluntly states it). The most interesting thing about his character is that he has a literal "Chosen One" narrative going for him, yet when I read the books I'm still far more interested in the hobbits.

I said this on BlueSky, and someone who responded to me there put it best:

"'This character is the last in a long line of doomed heirs to the kingdom, and he has spent 80 years being miserable and alone in the woods and having beleaguering adventures with elves.'

'Oh that sounds awesome can we see any of that?'

'No. I wrote a poem about how sad elves are all the time.'"

after a lifetime of hearing about aragorn but not reading the books or watching the movies, genuinely nothing could have prepared me for his actual introduction. the hobbits picked this man out of a dumpster. he is a textbook softspoken angst prince and he is covered in dirt and he probably smells so bad. he’s the coolest man alive and is so casual about it. his number one skill is Knowing Where They Are and his number two skill is Having A Horrible Destiny That Torments Him. tolkien got it in one i’m afraid aragorn son of arathorn you are the guy of all time

[hellfire--cult]

No but I need all the fuckboy eddie thots 😩

oh sarah, i have all the thots

+18 - like for example, when you and fuckboy!eddie met for the first time. (prev eddie thot) - smut incoming btw, p in v, oral, all that

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It was a party you weren't sure who was hosting. A normal summer night away from they typical bars and same group of people you hung out with every weekend. You met a new person while grocery shopping, someone you think you've heard of before, but you moved to Hawkins just a year ago, so you couldn't be sure.

Steve Harrington seemed nice, handsome, big hazel eyes that showed desperate need of attention, of someone to hold him and reassure him that he is an amazing guy and all that. You tried to grab the same kind of beans, fingers brushing with yours like it would happen in a romantic comedy, only that you really wanted to fuck him the moment you connected eyes with his.

He asked for your name and if you had been in Hawkins for long because he had never seen 'Such a pretty face' before in this town. Cliche lines, but that made it way easier. So before paying, he asked for your number and then invited you to a party he was going to with some friends that weekend and you could bring anyone you wanted.

So there you were, but no Steve Harrington to be seen.

Nursing a drink by yourself in the corner of the living room, all the guys playing beer pong while some girls danced on the side. It looked like a high school party, and you were already in your 20's. Your patience was thinning because you were expecting to get laid tonight, and now your friend was nowhere near you.

Until you took your pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and started walking to the backyard that you spotted Steve making out with your friend in the kitchen. You groaned loudly, because you couldn't blame your friend. You explained Steve's looks to her, but there were many brown haired guys around, and you didn't spot Steve until this very moment, so you couldn't have introduced them.

You defeatedly walked to the backyard, already pissed that you were the one going home with a dry pussy. You put a cigarette up your lips only to not find your lighter anywhere, cursing through the stick, only to then have a flame lit up in front of you. Your eyes found sharp brown ones.

"Need a light?" His voice was hoarse, cheeky, a dimpled smile that could knock someone over. He had long hair, not exactly the type you always went for, but it looked good on him. He was definitely a metal head, just by looking at the get up and the accessories. All black, metal belt and chains hanging from his hips, leather jacket, a V-Cut shirt underneath and a red pick necklace adorning his collarbone.

And the glimpse of a tattoo coming out of the side of the collar, right on his left pec.

You slowly batted your eyelashes to him, leaning to light the cigarette with his help. You took a deep breath in as he lit his own cancer stick, taking a swig of it. You both exhaled the smoke at the same time before you talked.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, sweetheart." Oh, petnames. You were definitely into that. "So, what's with the angry look?"

Should you lie? What kind of story would you perform for the guy you just met in front of you?

"Well, my friend is definitely making out with the guy who invited me to this party, so." You pretended to be hurt, not angry. Pretended that your ego was crushed and you were basically a damsel in distress with a pouty lip. His grin widened, his eyebrows falling on the edges in a 'sad' frown.

"Aw, poor baby. That's not cool of your friend, or that guy."

"It's fine, it's whatever. I met him once but--" You gave a shrug as he bit his lip and you noticed the people around you looking every once in a while. They knew this guy. Interesting.

"Well, I would be delighted, if you'd like, to spend the night with you while you wait for your friend to be done." He offered, and oh, you would be the delighted one by the end of it. You gave him a sweet smile, a bat of your eyelashes and you nodded. "I'm Eddie, by the way."

You gave him your name and you learnt that he had lived in Hawkins for a long while. Then you commented on his clothes and you were right when you said he was a metalhead. He excused himself for a second to get you two a drink and waltzed back inside. You finished your cigarette and a girl approached you with a guy on her arm.

"Damn, don't get attached to a guy like that girl." And as she left, you could already guess what that meant. People had said the same shit about you. It wasn't your fault that people got clingy after fucking more than twice. It wasn't your fault so many guys had mommy issues. And that girl was obviously an Ex-Hook Up of his. No woman would give out a comment like that for nothing.

This was going to be way more entertaining than Steve Harrington.

When he came back, you continued your sweet act. That carefree girl that giggled at everything, and you wondered if this man would be the same as the others. Would he get clingy? No. He didn't look the type, and if his reputation was the same as yours, then you knew he was just there for fun.

So it didn't take long for him to get you in the back of his van in the middle of the woods, far from the residencies. His van smelled of weed, leather, and some cheap ass air freshener. But you didn't really care for it. Not when this man was finger fucking you into another galaxy.

"Sweet girl..." He moaned into your neck, his upper body naked for you to see. It had three tattoos, one of the left pec just like you've spotted, one on his ribcage on the right side, then another in the left. His arms were littered in them and you wondered if his legs were the same.

You were entirely naked, letting him scan your body, letting him pretend he was dominant of the situation as you got vulnerable for him. He was all dressed still as you spread your legs for him and he moaned at the sight of you. In the palm of your fucking hand.

You weren't prepared for his fingers to be this good, until he went down and started eating you out, talking into your pussy when you asked how was he doing that.

"I play the guitar... And I sing too." And he proved that by swirling his tongue on your clit. You could count with the fingers of a single hand the times a man went down willingly on you. And you had a big body count.

He made you see stars two times, and then it was your turn. You were desperate that night to see his cock, and he didn't disappoint. He was blessed, to say the least. His legs had some tattoos, and you made sure to kiss them and trace your tongue all over them as his hand ran through your hair.

When you put his cock in your mouth and moaned, his head went back with a groan and an amused chuckle as you started bobbing your head, making the sounds louder on purpose, spitting at the tip of his dick and dipping the tip of your tongue into the head of it.

"Damn, you aren't that innocent, huh?" Understatement of the year, pretty boy.

And then when he was finally inside, he fucked methodically but desperate at the same time. He knew when to roll his hips into you slowly and when to start slamming into you like a madman.

"Eddie-- Eddie--" He was forcing you to look at him as the van moved from side to side, shaking at his movements, his cock going in and out of your leaking cunt. His hand was gripping your chin tightly, his eyes boring into yours as he breathed heavily through his nose, in harsh huffs.

"Say my name again, say it again." And you did. You did until you both came. You were amazed about how easily he made you cum three times in a single night and fuck do you want to experience it again, but you had to test the waters.

So when he was driving back to the party so you could find your friend and leave, you bit your lip, looking at him.

"Well, this was nice Eddie. Thank you for spending the night with me." You moved to open the passenger's door until his hand came to rub onto your cheek to make you look at him.

"Give me your number and we can repeat it again, whenever you like. I loved having a sweet thing like you tonight for myself." You gave him a shy smile, and he was smirking at you, licking the inside of the bottom of his lip. "Come on..."

"Alright." He gave you a kiss on your pulse point once you handed him the little piece of paper with your number on it.

Sucker.

[softtdaisy]

love is an easy dance / Aaron Hotchner

summary. just you and Hotch celebrating your engagement and how much you love each other

words count. 2 517

what to expect. honestly nothing but love, this is just sweet

a/n. this is heavily inspired by the wedding episode in Dharma & Greg he looked so soft and cute and i thought Hotch deserved his moment too

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“Oh my god, I feel like I have to congratulate you again.”

You heard Penelope's high-pitched tone in your back right before she wrapped her arms around you. Her chin fell on your shoulder, like it did the other times she came for a hug. You cuddled your head against hers in a laugh, appreciating this new wave of love. 

She had done that four or five times already through the evening. You could blame the alcohol for her very tactile and affectionate behavior. But it would be underestimating Penelope’s capacity to show her love and her happiness for you. And that was without counting the regular congratulations she gave you through the past weeks. 

You still blame the alcohol for some of the things -plurals- she said tonight. You weren’t sure how many times she threatened to run away with you if Hotch wasn’t looking. 

Hotch, who looked at you both with a sweet smile on his face. No words could explain the wholesome feeling he had tonight, watching his now-fiancée receiving so much love from the team. It felt as though you were an integral part of their group. And you were part of this family. His family.

Penelope grabbed your hand, the one you had put on top of hers, to look at your ring again. “Aaron, you really outdid yourself with this one.” 

You smiled, seeing his cheeks take on a pink tone. You two were the only ones to know the story behind the engagement ring you had been wearing for a month already. 

For your anniversary, Hotch offered you a trip to London. No professional engagement, no kid—even though you both missed Jack—just the two of you celebrating your love. And during a walk in town, you noticed the ring in a store. You couldn’t explain it; you weren’t even a jewelry expert. You just saw it in the shop window and felt like it was made for you. But you didn’t tell Hotch until late at night, lying in his arms in the hotel bed. 

“I think I love this ring more than I love you right now,” you remember laughing. Both for your joke and for his kisses down your neck. 

You mostly remember the next hour spent with Hotch doing his best to make sure you would always love him more. And that man truly had more than one trick up his sleeve to make you fall in love with him again. And again. And, oh god, again. 

Yet, this ring stayed on his mind the whole night, and he had to convince you to look at it the next day “so I can know who’s my opponent in your heart.” You loved the way he said that, with his hand in yours, something natural and casual. 

You’ve seen Hotch come back from the field broken and sad so many times that you sometimes forgot that Aaron was still there. A good, funny, and amazing man that was the sun in your life even in your darkest days. 

Next thing, you went to see the ring. A ring that actually cost way too much for a casual buy. A ring that turned out to be an engagement ring—information you missed the first time. 

You knew Aaron was the love of your life, the man you wanted to be with for the rest of your days. Yet, you’ve never talked about getting engaged. You knew enough about his first marriage to not pressure him into another one. 

So you laughed about it, saying something about trying to trap him into marrying you and how he ruined your little game. And for you, the joke was over there.

Little did you know that Hotch never forgot about the ring, also feeling like it was made for you. And that he spent multiple months using his friend in London, Miss Emily Prentiss herself, to get the perfect ring for the woman he loved. Asking her to check the ring, sending rings of yours to get the good measure. Going back to London by himself, just to buy the ring himself. 

One night, after a romantic Friday night together, the ring was around your finger, and the name Hotchner was soon to be yours. 

And tonight, everyone was at Rossi’s house to celebrate your engagement. 

“Who thought Hotch could be a romantic?” Derek joked, which caused your fiancé to roll his eyes at the remark—one he knew he kind of deserved. And you had to fight hard to not answer that you did. They had no idea how full of surprises this man could be. 

Penelope moved from behind your back to stand next to you. “What do you know about romanticism, Derek Morgan?”

This simple question started a whole debate between Penelope and Derek about love and little attention. Mostly based on teasing each other, but that wasn’t a surprise with them. After meeting them, you had to ask Hotch about their relationship, to which he replied with a shrug and an “I’m not sure I can’t tell you much because I’m not even sure I know much.” 

You followed their conversation like a tennis game at first. 

And you would probably have kept doing that for a good moment if you didn’t feel a hand grabbing yours, softly. No matter how many hands you could shake tonight, even with your eyes closed, nothing could ever feel like Hotch’s. 

His hands weren’t the softest—you blamed his work for this. But there was something about the roughness of his skin, the width of his fingers that could cover your hand so easily, the feeling against your skin of the small scars and other marks caused by life in general, or the tenderness he always put in his touch when it was you. Aaron had always been nothing but tender with you.

Especially now, with his fingers intertwined with yours and his thumb caressing the back of your hand so casually, while his little steps guided you away from the conversation and into Rossi’s garden. 

“Are you kidnapping me, Aaron Hotchner?” You asked with a tone that was meant to be serious. But the smile you couldn’t take away from your face tonight was ruining the whole pretense.

Or maybe not. Because Aaron simply replied with the very same tone, one he used for work. One that you heard from him on the phone when he answered with his simple—but very hot—“Hotchner.” One of the many things that convinced you to take his last name.

“Yes, that’s my plan.” He said “Any problem with that?”

“None.”

Aaron turned his head slightly, enough to look at you. And the smile he gave you was just as big and sincere as the one you offered him. In these moments, you couldn’t deny JJ’s words when she said that it felt like love was invented to describe people like you.

You didn’t go far in the backyard. Enough to be alone without anyone seeing you; most of the curtains were pulled anyway. Enough to still hear the music and some of the voices from outside. Enough to have your own bubble, not too far from your friends.

“Good,” Aaron finally replied. He stood in front of you, and you took a moment to appreciate the view of the man you would marry one day.

Hotch was in a suit almost every single day for work. You knew that a part of his brain associated some ties to the awful cases he was on while wearing them. And more than that, the simple thought of wearing a suit—even if he looked absolutely gorgeous in them, your desire knew about that—was linked so tightly with his job that he couldn’t bring himself to wear one tonight.

Yet, he wanted to look good for you. Something Aaron wasn’t speaking about much but that he gave you some snippets of was his fear of not being enough for you. His age, his look, and his attitude sometimes when his job was killing him and he didn’t have the heart to pretend he was fine—something you’ve never expected from him anyway. You had learned that part of the reason he was scared of proposing to you was that he felt like he would trap you in a wedding you didn’t want with a man who wasn't worthy of your love. 

It was an everyday challenge to remind him that you wouldn’t change him in any way.

And so, because of his looks and suits problems—not that you would call that a problem personally—he had a hard time choosing what to wear tonight. He settled on a dark blue shirt with two buttons opened that showed a glimpse of his collarbone and the sleeves rolled up on his forearms—you guessed it was some kind of gift for you and your obsession with his arms. And some dark pants that you bought not long ago after his body changed. 

But to be honest, he could have come in his pajamas, and Aaron Hotchner would still be the most handsome man in the room to you. 

You brought a hand to his neck, caressing his skin, and used it as a shelf to move closer to him and kiss him softly on the lips. You didn’t kiss him enough tonight.

“I had some very persuasive arguments otherwise,” he added against your lips. 

He took a step back, only for his hands to glide down your back. Inviting you to a secret dance only for the two of you. One you didn’t have to share with the others this time.

“Oh, you did, Prosecutor Hotchner?” You replied, your fingers playing with his short hair.

“I haven’t heard that in a long time.” He laughed, being pushed back to decades ago for a second. “But yes, yes I did.” 

But Aaron didn’t give any. Because you didn’t need to hear any of them, you would follow your man to the end of the world just for the sake of seeing the beautiful smile on his face. The BAU was hard on him, and you could honestly count on the fingers of one hand the number of nights he came home with a relaxed expression. Not looking exhausted and, well, broken. 

So to see such a happy expression on him was…relieving. And a good reminder why you loved Aaron so much. Not that you didn’t love the unit chief, but you loved the man underneath more. 

When you started dating, you laughed that you felt like falling in love more and more every day with him. “I’m scared of the day you’ll stop loving me more,” he had replied with a soft smile—again a glimpse of his fear, even if this one was mostly a joke.

“I love you,” you said in a whisper tonight. Looking at Aaron. The way the moonlight was reflecting in his eyes, how he looked so magical tonight. “Still more and more every single day.”

“That’s funny,” he replied, kissing your forehead softly. “I had the exact same thought right now.” He kept giving you kisses, from your temple to your cheek and down to your lips. Tracing a love path on your face.

You got closer to him, cuddling your face in the crook of his neck. Closing your eyes to appreciate his soft and very masculine perfume and the feeling of his hands traveling on your back. And for a moment, you forgot everything. The party, the people inside waiting for you. Yesterday and tomorrow. 

All that mattered was Aaron. All that will always matter was him. 

You felt him move his head, his hair caressing your skin in a soft movement, before his mouth reached your ear. “Promise me that we will always keep loving each other more every day.” 

You waited a second or two, just the moment for your heart to embrace this promise. None of you had any doubt about this. But it was different hearing Aaron ask you for the same thing that was a permanent thought in your head. Reminding you he felt just the same.

But then, after these two seconds—or maybe three—you slowly cup his face between your hands, your thumb softly caressing his cheeks. Before moving your face closer to rub your nose against him. 

“I promise to always love you more every day for the rest of my life, Aaron Hotchner,” you whispered against his lips. 

Sharing a kiss. A simple and brief kiss. That you interrupted to say, “But you kind of ruined the surprise of my wedding vows, you realized that?”

“I plead guilty,” he laughed, his hand meeting your neck so he could keep your face against his to make the kiss last.

And this time you weren’t the one interrupting it.

“Will the two lovebirds honor us with their company?” you heard Rossi say from the opening window in your back.

You jumped at his voice but quickly joined Aaron’s laugh, who cuddled you harder against him like he was trying to protect you. And he was doing that very well, with his muscular arms tight around you. 

His lips met your temples again for a quick kiss before you said, “I think our guests are waiting for us.” 

“Remind me why we didn’t celebrate it alone, only the two of us.” Aaron asked, taking your hand to walk to the door. This became such a natural habit, to walk together with your hands tied, that you felt empty when his palm wasn’t pressed against yours. 

“Because they are our family.”

And you couldn’t even imagine what these simple words meant for him. 

The team was his family; that was for sure. Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts for Jack—sometimes they were even sons and daughters to him when they needed to be. And Hotch would be lying if he said he appreciated feeling like a father to them from time to time. 

But for you to consider them like your family too—and he knew for sure that the team had adopted you as an active member too—was…something else. Even if he had no doubt that you were the one already. These simple words kept confirming that he wasn’t on the wrong path in choosing you as his wife and a stepmother for Jack.

As an answer to that, Aaron stopped you midway. With your hand still in his, he pulled you against him one last time. The surprise made you trip and fall against his lap in a laugh that resonated in the silent garden. 

His other hand on your neck kept you against him when he whispered, “I love you,” in the most sincere and honest tone you probably ever heard from him. Like it was a need for him to say it, right here and right now. 

But at this point, and he couldn’t care less about sounding like a hopeless romantic, Aaron felt the need to share his love with you every moment you were next to him. And hopefully, you would be by his side for a very long time.

Tag List: @kiwriteswords @monzabee @raysmayhem-72 @kajjaka @pastelpinkflowerlife @winyourheartemma (if you want to be in it, ask me and I’ll be happy to add you x)

[thegoldencontracts]

Kisses

From this list:

1. Malleus—Lizard Kiss

The two of you sat there in a comfortable sort of silence. He was reading a book about fae, and you were doing schoolwork.

Suddenly, however, he stood.

"Tsunotarou—?" You asked. He moved towards your seat.

"May I kiss you?"

A gentleman, wasn't he? Malleus always did know how to say the most charming thing without even trying.

"Of course," you said. He nodded, chuckling lowly.

"Close your eyes, child of man," he whispered in your ear. You obliged, bracing for the inevitable explosion of emotions.

And then he licked your lips.

It was not a kiss, no. A kiss would imply your tongues at any point made contact. Rather, this was something different. You were deeply confused. What was he doing?

He pulled back, and you opened your eyes. He looked awfully proud of himself.

"What was that?" You asked, brow raised. "Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

Malleus looked at you confused, very much resembling a lizard, though the way he tilted his head reminded you more of a very sad puppy. Now you felt bad.

"Is that not how you humans kiss?" He asked. You fervently shook your head.

"What—?! No! That's not-" you sighed. "Here. I'll show you."

With a newfound resolution to show this foolish dragon the true implications of a kiss, you leaned towards him, pecking him on the lips. When you pulled away, you noticed he was dumbfounded.

"I take it you liked that?" You asked. He remained unmoving.

"Fascinating," he said at last. "For such a little action to feel so wonderous."

"Now that's a little far-"

"Do it again."

"Huh?"

"If you would please," he re-iterated. "Do it again."

You had a feeling you were going to be there for a while.

2. Ruggie—Palm Kiss

“What do you think of fairytales?” He asked one day.

You looked up in surprise.

“Now that’s a question I never expected you to be asking," you said. Ruggie snickered.

“Can’t blame a guy for being curious,” he said. “You can tell a lot about someone from how they answer something’ like that. Maybe they’re a dreamer, expectin’ a Prince Charming to come sweep ‘em off their feet. Or maybe they’re one of those folks who thinks anything remotely happy is stupid. But, ah, you’re definitely not the first type. You’re datin’ me, after all.”

He laughed to himself, a mix of causal and slightly self-deprecating.

“Imagine,” he said. “Me, a prince, pullin’ all sorts of cool moves to make you swoon.” In a caricature of a gruff voice, he tittered, “It’ll be alright, babygirl, I’m here.”

You laughed, both at the impression and at the words he spoke.

“It is stupid.”

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s obvious I’d be the Prince Charming. You’re the fair maiden swooning."

Ruggie snickered.

“Then maybe you should be pampering me,” he said. “Like by doing the dishes for once.”

You grabbed his palm.

“Of course,” you said. “Anything you desire.”

And then you pressed a kiss.

Watching him short circuit in real time was priceless.

“I- I was just jokin’ when I said that, y’know,” he mumbled. “I don’t need coddling-“

“Shh,” you said, pressing a finger to his lips. “You’re tired. Sleep.”

And despite his protests, he was out like a light.

You fell asleep as well. It was a lovely thing, you thought, the two of you, in peace, together.

“You’re still not gonna do the dishes, are you?”

“Ehehe, sorry…”

3. Leona—Ear Kiss

“You know,” you said. “You’re kinda like a big cat.”

Leona scowled.

“I ain’t a cat.”

“Hey,” you raised up your hands defensively. “That wasn’t what I said. I said you’re like a cat.”

“Give me one way I’m like a cat.”

“Your tails kinda flicks around when you’re happy about something,” you started. “And your ears droop when you’re sad.”

He sucked in a rapid breath, tail swishing anxiously.

“You’re making stuff up.”

“Am not!” You huffed. “Look, your tail’s doing it right now!”

He looked to it, eyes narrowed as if he were betrayed, positioning himself so his tail was hidden.

“Hey!” You said. “Don’t hide your cute tail from me!”

He just stared at you, eyes narrowed.

“I’m not showing it for your to gawk at,” he muttered, ears flattened. Cute.

You stood up, resolute.

“At least let me appreciate the other cat part of you, then!” You said.

And just as it looked like he was about to find a was to hide his ears as well, you pounced.

And kissed around his ears.

“What’re you—“

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked. Leona looked away for a second.

“Do whatever you want,” he said simply. You just snickered.

He really was a big cat.

[pontmercysamis]

unpopular interpretation? regarding bway vs west end gabe goodman.

okay, im seeing a lot of posts comparing aaron tveit and jack wolfe as gabe, and the differences in their portrayals. a lot of people are chalking it up to jacks being more of a sad ghost, and aaron’s more of a malicious manifestation, which i don’t disagree with! however, i have always regarded gabe in both lenses since i first heard the show, so it was suprising to me that this was the interpretation. instead, i thought it had to do more with how times have changed since 2008 regarding male main characters. more under cut.

because next to normal takes place in the “modern day” i don’t think most of us think of it as a dated show, but visually, it most certainly is. in the original production, gabe spends most of the show in those y2k cross shirts, diana is almost entirely in skirts and tights, natalie is DEFINITELY a by-product of the “not like other girls” era (i can make a post on this, too)

but we know the relationship between diana and gabe is played some what as oedipal, because he’s an extension of herself. gabe is like the first victim of the draco malfoy affect. he’s evil? …but he’s hot! that’s why he pole dances!

in 2008, every love interest in a rom com was six feet tall, absolutely jacked, and possessive? this is the era of chad michael murray and singing at girls. this is the era of rom coms where every couple should’ve been in therapy. because we’ll never know what gave really would have looked like, he gets to be perfect! and possesive! and on the football team! because this was what was considered hot in 2008. it’s why aaron is in his boxers.

in 2025, the family dynamic is much more relaxed. diana wears jeans, because she’s a millennial and a mom and that makes sense. natalie gets to have fun outfits, because her wearing tights has nothing to do with how smart she is. but gabe? we don’t find men pushing you around hot anymore, thank god. so what is? the white boy of the month!! gabe isn’t possesive because that would scare the audience. there’s a world, for one, would become so much scarier. instead, he’s the white boy with the curly hair and the grandpa sweaters, perfectly engineered for the fangirls to make uwu edits about him, as they already are!

in order to understand diana’s grief and depression, one has to understand why gabe is compelling. why would we want to feel sympathy, want to root for him? and the quickest subconscious way to do that is visually. in 2008, it’s aaron with no clothes on. in 2025, it’s jack and the close ups on his eyes. and yet, they both manage to do the opposite as well. jack is genuinely scary to dan in im alive and i am the one. aaron is soft to diana in i dreamed a dance/there’s a world. it’s both at the same time, and two amazing performances!!

in this house, we love gabe goodman, for all the weird and fucked up that he is.

[bloomseishiro]

LOCKED OFF — NAGI SEISHIRO

౨ৎ — after returning from blue lock earlier than expected, nagi feels emotions of anger and despair for one of the first times in his life. thankfully, he at least has you to lean on.  

nagi seishiro x reader. fluff, established relationship, not spoiler free!!, nagi is taller than reader, just a small comfort drabble

a/n. has this been done already ?? probably HAHA but we all need more comfort after ch302 AND no more episode nagi?!?!!! ;-; hugs all around

You would think that reuniting with your boyfriend after months of being apart would be a joyous occasion, but for both you and Nagi, it was anything but. 

On the screen, you cheered him on in the U-20 match, going so far as to make t-shirts that said, “Nice to meet you Japan” on the front and distributing them to your classmates in school after the Blue Lock Eleven won. 

During Nagi’s downtime, he would use his phone to play his gacha games and watch videos, but also check in on you, giving small updates about his day and asking about yours. Even through the phone, you could see how much more invested he became playing soccer. Though he wouldn’t admit it at the time, you thought Nagi was enjoying himself there with Reo and his new friends. And that made you happy. 

But now, when he was here in front of you, the rush of happiness you felt at finally being about to hug him and hold him again was crushed the moment a few stray tears trickled down his face. 

“Sei,” you murmur softly, surprised as he buries his head into his hands and grits his teeth. “I’m sorry.”

Nagi shakes his head in defeat and you reach out slowly, gently stroking his hair in a continuous motion. There are no words you can say to help him feel better, but you hope that showing Nagi you’re there for him helps ease his frustration, if only a little. 

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” he sighs after more tears stream down his face. “Cleaning up will be a pain.”

You chuckle lightly, amused that is his most pressing concern at the moment. Wiping a droplet from his cheekbone, you say, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you clean up. So cry as much as you need, okay?”

He nods, shooting you a thankful look amidst his feelings of sadness. The glassiness in his eyes makes your breath hitch— He looks like a puppy that had just been kicked. You want to wrap him up in your arms and promise him everything will be okay, that he will return to Blue Lock like he wishes, but you know better than to cheer someone up through baseless words. 

You love being Nagi’s partner, but you recognize he has a lot of growing up to do. All you can do is be patient and support him through the process. 

“I want to say I quit soccer,” he says quietly, after moments of silence pass between the two of you. “I was to give it up forever and forget about it. But…I can’t.”

Taking his hand, you interlace your fingers between his and nod encouragingly. “You had fun playing soccer over there. With Reo. With Isagi. Do you enjoy playing it on your own?”

Nagi shrugs, face rubbed red but the wetness in his eyes finally showed signs of stopping. “I don’t know yet. I think so. But right now I just want to make it back to them.”

You smile sadly as he plops his head onto your shoulder. “I believe in you. That Wild Card person was able to make it back, right?”

“Kunigami,” confirms Nagi. “Yes. But I don’t think I want to make it back like that.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you push, “You don’t?”

“No.” He straightens, no longer leaning his head on you, but making sure your hands are still interlocked. “I don’t know how yet. Is that ridiculous?”

“Of course not, Sei!” you say indignantly. “You’ll figure out a way! We can figure out a way.”

Nagi’s gaze locks onto yours. His eyes are tired and weary, but it was better than how lifeless and void of emotion they looked when you first saw him back home. Now, with you by his side, there is the hint of hope in his eyes. 

“Choki can help, too,” you chime in, giving him a small side hug. “Both of us missed you while you were gone.”

He envelopes your body into a fuller embrace, his large frame engulfing yours as he just stood there and took in your presence. “I missed you, too. Thanks for cheering me on. I’m sorry I let you and Choki down.”

“Sei!” you scold, looking up at him with a fiery glint in your eye. “You did not let anyone down. You are talented and amazing and, one day, you are going to kick Ego’s ass and make him eat dirt for all he said to you!”

Nagi lets out a noise of surprise, a grateful expression on his face. “You sound so sure of that.”

“I am,” you say confidently. “Because Japan hasn’t finished getting to know Nagi Seishiro just yet.” 

[flwrkid14]

imagine if Tim’s rogues/villains (lady shiva, cat woman, riddler, ra’s, etc) are the only ones who remember his birthday? Like they’d break into the bat cave or JL meeting to gift him smth or just to wish him happy birthday. That’d be sad and depressing but also funny and cute ig.

thank you so much for this ask, anon !! it’s the perfect mix of funny and quietly heartbreaking — which honestly just is the Tim Drake experience. like of course his villains would remember his birthday. of course Lady Shiva would casually drop into the Batcave with a perfectly wrapped gift while everyone else forgets. it’s tragic. it’s hilarious. it’s weirdly endearing. and now I can’t stop thinking about it T-T

Tim doesn’t expect anyone to remember.

And look, that’s not some martyr thing. He’s not fishing. He’s not being dramatic. It’s just—everyone’s busy. Bruce is halfway across the galaxy playing interstellar Batman. Dick’s working double shifts in Blüdhaven. Cass and Steph are off-grid. Damian is... somewhere. Probably stabbing something.

Alfred would’ve remembered, but he’s in Zurich for that symposium on bullet wound triage. Because of course he is.

So Tim spends most of his nineteenth birthday in the Batcave. Doing diagnostics. Refreshing surveillance logs. Eating cereal out of a coffee mug. Like it’s not the most depressing way to turn nineteen.

And then the lights go out.

Not all of them. Just the perimeter lights. A very specific, very deliberate power dip. Because that’s apparently how Lady Shiva says hello.

She doesn’t say happy birthday right away. She just stands there in the half-shadow, arms folded, watching him like she’s assessing if he’s taller or if she just forgot how short he used to be.

“I brought food,” she says finally, and tosses a brown paper bag onto the desk.

Inside: dumplings. From that place in Chinatown with the crab logo he used to sneak off to between patrols. It’s still hot.

She doesn’t stick around. Just says, “Don’t waste it,” and disappears back into the dark like a cryptid. No hug. No smile. Nothing soft.

There's nothing particularly nice about it.

Next is Riddler.

He sets off every alarm on his way down the cave's elevator, and Tim barely has time to disable the failsafes before Edward saunters in wearing a blazer that could double as a traffic hazard.

“I brought you a game,” he announces, like this is normal. Like they’ve done this before.

It’s a puzzle box—wooden, intricate, probably one-of-a-kind. No branding, just a spiraling Latin inscription and a note tucked beneath the lid: "You’re harder to stump at nineteen. I’m offended, but i'll keep working harder to outsmart you, watch out birdy boy."

It’s mocking. Theatrical. Annoyingly sincere in a way that almost makes Tim smile.

Tim mutters a thank-you he doesn’t quite mean, but also kind of does.

Catwoman shows up uninvited (of course). No alarm this time—just a tap on the Batmobile’s roof as she lounges against it like it’s her personal chaise lounge.

“Word on the rooftops was that it’s your big day,” she purrs. “I figured the Bats forgot.”

She tosses him a small, flat box wrapped in a ribbon he’s 90% sure is from one of Gotham’s high-end jewelry stores. Inside is a slim data drive.

“Encrypted files on the mayor’s shady offshore accounts,” she says, almost bored. “Happy birthday, bird boy.”

Then, a wink. And she’s gone, leaving a faint trace of perfume and the knowledge that she absolutely used Bruce’s garage code to get in.

And then.

Ra’s.

Because of course there’s a transmission from Ra’s al Ghul, as if today hadn’t been weird enough.

The Batcomputer beeps ominously and suddenly there he is, on every monitor, standing before some firepit like he’s about to start a Gregorian chant.

“Detective,” he begins, smooth and dramatic and so deeply irritating. “I find the anniversary of your birth… worthy of acknowledgement.”

There’s a pause. Like he’s searching for the words “happy birthday” and finding them both distasteful and beneath him.

“I have arranged for several of your enemies to experience... inconvenience today. A small gesture.”

Which is Ra’s-speak for “I kidnapped half the Gotham underworld so you could have a quiet evening.”

It’s dumb. And morbid. And weird. But he remembered. Which is more than anyone else did.

Midnight hits. The cave is dark again. Shiva’s bag is empty. The logic puzzle sits unsolved on the floor. Selina’s drive hums faintly where he’s left it connected to his laptop. The screens have long since gone cold, the remnants of Ra’s transmission fading.

No texts. No calls. No Bats.

Just a handful of villains with weird boundaries and the emotional range of a brick.

Somehow, it still means something.

Somehow, it’s not the worst birthday he’s ever had.

[husky4lyfe]

by my side [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi just broke up, and they want nothing more to be by each others side or.. an angsty fic abt azzi being at paige's table during the draft

a/n: hi guys.. this is kinda my first ever thing so be nice :') this is probably gonna be like three parts so yeah. also very angsty and kinda sad. (cus i love angst mmm)

word count: 1k ish (the next 2(?) parts r coming soon)

azzi and paige broke up just weeks before the 2025 wnba draft. everyone knew it was coming. for the better half of 7 years, they’ve been inseparable, never leaving each other's side. but paige, she was leaving uconn for good, off to play in the league. she never wanted anything more than for azzi to just be with her, like she’s always been. to be her rock, her light in the dark, they way no one was able to until she met her. but she knew that would never be possible. paige had her own life and so did azzi.

it all started 2 months before the draft. arguements after arguments arose, both wishing that the anger of the petty arguments was the only reason. not whatever reason making azzi cry every night after their daily facetimes was, or the reason paige would feel odd every time they would hug after a game. those were the times that really reminded them that their 4 year paradise with each other would soon end. and maybe they weren’t ready.

a really bad argument. just one really bad argument was all it took. a thing led to another and boom, their 3 year relationship ended. both of them never really had to tell the team. it’s like they already knew. who were they kidding? whenever they even just fought, the energy shifted so drastically, someone in the team would just end up forcing them to make up right after. they could never keep a fight, mostly because they knew that neither of them meant it. but this was different. it wasn’t a petty argument, or something that they would be able to sweep under the rug, it felt final. a final decision. 

when paige and azzi showed up to practice the next morning, they didn’t even try to hide it. not like they wanted everyone to know, of course not. not before the natty. but they knew that they wouldn’t be able to hide the sudden absence of the small glances of love across the court, or the bickering they did as if they were a married couple during practice. the uconn wbb team knew immediately, but no one wanted to accept it was truly over, so none of them pointed it out.

and so, they attended practice like usual. it hurt like hell for the both of them, but they both knew they had too much at stake to give up the natty for their relationship. they were together every single day. as teammates, though. not as lovers.

it all went by like a blur. practice after practice, press after press, ad after ad. the world wanted them together, hell, they wanted themselves together. but just as the world did, it seemed like their lives had other plans. they wanted so badly to hate each other. to forget about the past 7 years, as if none of it ever mattered. but that was impossible. how could they ever do that? 

they won the natty. it was over. the draft was in a few weeks and after everything, paige and azzi finally felt like they could breathe. paige was set to be the #1 pick, and azzi, the mop of the national championships. they both felt like they were on the top of the world. but why did it feel like something was missing? the thought that both of them could’ve been there, at the top, at the same time, holding each other's hands, exchanging looks behind the cameras lingered in their minds as they attended parties celebrating their achievements. but no, they were so far from each other. and it hurt so goddamn much.

it was yet another day both paige sulking when paige got a text from her assistant. 

assistant: hey paige, just needed an update on who’s sitting on the last chair on your table at the draft. was it drew, ryan or lauren you said?

p: hey man, i think i needa minute on that. how soon do u need confirmation?

assistant: it’s alright. take your time. just let me know before wednesday.

paige stared at her screen. she was asked this many times before. her entire family wouldn’t fit, especially with all 3 of her siblings and geno. she knew she would have to pick someone who isn’t one of her siblings. someone close. her mind drifted to azzi. it would be wrong to pick anybody but her, wouldn’t it?  all the family reunions she attended, her closeness with her siblings, the nights she’d spend in paige’s childhood room. paige only wanted one person in that seat. and it was azzi fudd.

fuck it, she thought. seriously, what’s the worst that could happen if she texted her ex of 3 years, asking her to be right there, with her family, on one of the most important nights of her life. she opens azzi’s number. old messages flood her screen, reminding her why this was definitely not a good idea. but she didn’t care. she typed out a message and sent it.

p: hey az, this is kinda an odd request coming from me n all, but i really want you to sit at my table during the draft. just this once. for the last time.

azzi had just got out of practice when she opened her phone. 5 notifications. one of them from paige bueckers. her eyes widened and she couldn’t believe it. a part of her was angry, that paige could just casually text her like that, as if the break up didn’t just destroy a part of her life. the text was paige asking her to be at her table. offering to pretend to everyone that they were fine, that they never really dated, that they’ve just been best friends these past few years. 

a: we really need to think about this first.

a: seriously, paige.

the last sentence that paige sent made it all wrong. what did she mean ‘for the last time’? was azzi the only one hoping, wishing, that they could both just make up and get back together? azzi didn’t want to sit with paige because she knew that it would mean goodbye. closure. a final sendoff. 

p: i have.

p: i don’t want anyone there except for you.

[thirdwheelravi]

Yeah, no literally it feels like when Tim Minear decided he was gonna kill off Bobby, he realized they’d need more 118 time in the two parter, and Eddie’s storyline needed to go. But they couldn’t also /not/ have Chris and Eddie’s reconncilliation before that, so episode 13 was hastily written and added as a bandaid, and then every single other storyline they had written, planned, even filmed for, this season subsequently went bye bye. I do not for a single moment believe this was the original outcome, of any of the storylines. But it’s what we got, because suddenly Tim Minear has invisible beef with Peter Krause or something.

like genuinely i think what happened was: tim had the idea for the contagion two-parter. initially this episode was supposed to be 13 & 14. the eddie and chris final reconciliation was supposed to happen AFTER the two parter. at which point eddie and chris probably would have just decided to move back to LA because literally what was keeping them in texas. nothing apparently.

but then tim decided he was gonna kill bobby. idk if this was TRULY just him thinking it was a great creative choice or it was for budget reasons (this show is expensive to make and peter is a top-billed cast member) or what. but in any case he decided to kill bobby. and then, knowing it wouldn't really work to do the eddie/chis reconciliation AFTER bobby dies, and knowing they had a one week break after easter, he shoved 8x13 in there.

and then eddie's entire storyline after this is about how sad he was that he wasnt there when bobby died and the conclusion to that is like. well turns out there was literally no reason for you not to have been there! you just like. forgot you could move back to LA whenever.

like if bobby had lived i think we would have gotten more/better exploration of eddie and chris's relationship. we would have gotten buck grappling with trying to let them go/what his feelings for eddie really are (i do think that's like. why they brought tommy back to begin with). we would have gotten more of maddie's pregnancy and maybe even an actually dramatic episode about the birth. we would have potentially even gotten more about mara's adoption process, and (this is pure speculation plucked from my dreams) a real bobby and athena dual arc about both of them contemplating a change career-wise (i do think the ingredients for this were there if only vaguely...)

and instead we got some half-baked grief plotlines and a pretty solid chimthena conflict/reconciliation which to me was the ONLY interesting thing to come out of bobby's death and it was simply because it was a real pleasure to see angela and kenny as scene partners.

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• 𝗨𝗡𝗢 - RULER

love languages: act of service 40%. gifts giving 30%. physical touch 20%. quality time 10%. words of affirmations 0%.

this person's way of showing affection is like a gun with a silencer. they may not say much but actions speak thunderous. they preferably show it rather than telling how much they love you. for example, they don't typically follow the gender-based stereotypes of like "cleaning must be for women task" no, but they are willing to do that without their partner narrating it to them. they typically someone who find ways even in small to help and makes them partner feel better on a certain task... if you like morning coffees? hell yeah they make you one or wake up earlier than you to buy outside. it's like they don't want to see you stress or sad either. felt sick? they would make you soup with a medicine on its side. don't know how to cook? they would love to make you delicious dishes. need someone to help you organize your room? got yah, you can rely on them. lack of staff in your business? lucky, they would participate in working for you. felt unsafe going home alone? they would accompany you back and forth. otherwise, their affection is also shown in buying you gifts. for example, buying you a souvenir... in the back of my mind, i vision two people----person A happily giving person B, a keychain that reminds them. it's like i bought you this whale keychain because it's remind me how big and gentle you are towards me. although, your future spouse may seem to have grown up in a household where they can't truly express themselves and voicing their opinions out. thus, this may be one of the reasons why their love language is more lean into actions and not words. perhaps, sometimes you may be caught them saying sweet words towards but don't expect too much. it's hard for them to tell someone how much they really adore it so they think the only way to show it is through giving you time, being there when you badly needed it and buying and surprising you gifts. i guess, with you they will learn how to be heard. how to volume up their voice. it's heavily giving me of "we talked like lovers and laughed like best friends". this person love language is top-tier!

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• 𝗗𝗢𝗦 - PAPER METAL CLIP

love languages: act of service 20%. gifts giving 20%. physical touch 20%. quality time 20%. words of affirmations 20%.

i must say, they don't typically have a love language in my mind but they will try their best to make you experience all of that. they think you deserve all the love. they love to make you feel heard and loved. they would make mental notes about what you like and hate. with this person you gonna experience how to be understood as individual. you may even say to yourself "dang, is this freaking love?" yes honey, it is. you can run away from it from their thunderous affection, you will experience the storms and floods of their cariño. i love this person, they would love to include you in their prayers. it's like adding you is a silent yet most powerful love language they can offer to you. perhaps, you can't really recall how many times you would fell in love with this person over and over again. this person will make an effort, it's giving me an idea of "wanting to know all the names of your plants". i think you give a fresh beginning in this individual life, something they considered perfect. in bed, they would love to snuggle with you. yes, making effort showing up again. damn it, you are lucky! 😩🤌🏻 they gonna take time to figure things out, pay attention to the details and asking you questions.this person will try their best to fit in and deal with your connections and life. it's about them, making an effort to know everything about you. that's superficial love, your interest will be their interest. anything about you and what you do is gonna be their interest and will make an effort to learn and know about it. i think your person live in a household where all people are equally loved, supported and appreciated.

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• 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦 - BALLPOINT PEN

love languages: words of affirmations 40%. physical touch 20%. quality time 20%. acts of service 10%. gifts giving 10%

i think your person is someone who grew up in a family where they usually get criticized and make them feel unworthy. they were probably seeking for someone who can appreciate their work and praise it. your person's family have cruel and heartless opinions to them, your future spouse's often feel sabotaged from these people. it's also seems like they frequently experience inhumane words from their parents where most of the time they feel gloomy and blaming themselves for coming out of this world. it's giving me "we raised you so you must give it back to us when you have work". if i'm not mistaken, you two may deal with the same experience with your family. you both deal with a household where harsh criticism are prevalent. you will heal each other, holding grip so no one will leave this connection. they will bring a soothe feeling towards your soul, they are an epitome of perfection- beautiful disaster. this person loves communication. they give you the questions that feels like a hug like "do you want us to walk together so you can clear your mind a little while". you are very talkative when you are with this person and they will actively listen to everything you say. i see that you may casually be petty jealous about random people and things that take their attention a little. i think they will value your opinion and when communicating with you, they speak with the truth. if you are dealing with low confidence and self-esteem then they will assure that you are perfect. they will be your guide and life inspiration and motivational coach.

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[forsaken-headcanons]

Everyone thinks Chance would be sad about Itrapped's betraying him and everything he stood for but what if he wasn't.

What if he made a deal...with the mafia, the devils, EVEN DEATH ITSELF..

Just to see him gone..

He betrayed him

He used him

He ruined his life by association, everyone turned away from him because they though he was with it

It will pay

If he couldn't make his plan come to fruition in Robloxia

He'll do it himself in this Forsaken place

Even if Lady Luck refuses to help him

It will suffer like he did

-Dry bones anon

and WOW, that was edgy, I just realized how agressive I am when playing Chance so I guess the reasoning was this headcanon sitting in my head for while.

But yeah

What if Chance after getting up from Itrapped betraying him, only wanted vengeance for ruining his life.

If Itrapped is in the round, Chance would agggro instantly.

btw changing Itrapped's he to it just shows Chance's obsession, only seeing Itrapped as thing rather than a person

Oooh, I like this! Also, Chance, no objectifying people even if you don't like him! /silly

I always love assigning lore reasons to little quirks I do in-game.

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Eddie Munson x Reader

+18 | smut | kisses | swearing

Steve’s little sister

or the forbidden fruit, as Eddie called you.

Eddie Munson never saw you as anything more than his best friend’s little sister. A little sister who always wanted to be involved, who annoyed them, played pranks, and tattled on them whenever Steve threw a house party. Oh, of course, he knew you had a crush on him. Your giggling, blushing, and silly little attempts at flirting didn’t go unnoticed by him. How could he?

But somehow, he missed the moment when things changed. Suddenly, you were going your own way, and it was suddenly cool and fun to hang out with you. You started showing up at Steve’s parties, sometimes even becoming the center of attention, and Eddie secretly watched you, flirting with other guys, ignoring him, and somehow just grew up. Just like that.

Shortly after your sixteenth birthday, for which Steve organized an obscenely large party, Eddie realized that he was secretly watching you more and more at school. Like some kind of pervert stalking his best friend’s little sister. He would never have made even the slightest move in the direction he secretly desired. Steve meant too much to him, and if he were honest, he was scared he’d mess you up. Unlike him, you were a good person. He dealt drugs and used them occasionally. And you had the chance to go to any college in the country. He was the rebellious and loud outsider, and you were quiet and popular.

But despite everything, he enjoyed the movie nights that Steve regularly hosted at his place. Even though you had not been to one in a long time, you always greeted Eddie warmly, and he cherished those few seconds. By now, he regretted not enjoying the time when you had that silly crush on him.

You knew that Steve was planning another movie night today. You weren’t really in the mood for a horror movie, but with no better plans, you decided to join the group. You knew that Steve loved having you around. Even if he’d never admit it, he loved spending time with you, just talking and gossiping about everything and everyone. It had been less lately because you’d been spending a lot of time with your new boyfriend. Steve wasn’t jealous, not in the traditional sense. He was just sad that his best conversation partner no longer had time for him.

„Steve,” you asked as you walked into the kitchen, „about your movie night later—”

„Hm?” he responded, putting the second bag of microwave popcorn in.

„Would it be a problem if I joined you?”

Steve grinned happily at you.

„Not at all!”

„And,” you glanced at the kitchen counter, playing with a tiny drop of water, „would the others be okay with that? Because I know Eddie doesn’t particularly like me.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

„Eddie’s my best friend and all, but listen, Bunny”—he used your old nickname—“sometimes Eddie can be a real jerk. Just ignore him.”

„Okay,” you said, glancing at the popcorn. „Put some butter on it!”

You waited patiently in your room for Robin and Eddie to arrive. Sitting in the living room the whole time wasn’t your thing. You preferred to listen to some music.

When the doorbell rang and the scent of popcorn wafted through the house, you hummed happily as you ran down the stairs. You reached the bottom just as Steve opened the door.

„So, this is the Harrington mansion,” Robin said, mockingly astonished as she looked around.

„Don’t pretend like you’ve never been here,” Steve rolled his eyes and greeted his best friend. Over his shoulder, Robin gave you a broad grin, which you returned.

„Gracing us with your presence today?”

You shrugged. „I need a change.”

„From all the guys chasing after you?” Robin asked, waggling her eyebrows. Steve pulled a face in disgust.

„Please, Robin. None of those idiots can even come close to her. I already can’t stand Jake.”

„John,” you and Robin corrected him simultaneously, „but if you’re interested, I broke up with him.”

„When?” this time, Robin and Steve spoke simultaneously.

Before you could answer, someone spoke from the door: „I would have rung the bell, but the door was wide open.”

Eddie Munson, Steve’s best friend, grinned at the two of them, then looked up at you. You were still standing by the stairs, leaning against the railing.

„Good evening, my sweet summer child,” his grin widened, „it’s been ages since we last saw each other.”

„If you call two months ages” you laughed. The last time you two had met was at your birthday party.

He waved it off. „You can’t seriously count that huge party. We didn’t exchange a single word!”

„Yeah, yeah,” Steve said, waving a hand in front of Eddie’s face, „bruised ego, blah blah. Can we get back to Jake for a moment?”

„John.”

„Whatever.”

„Which John?” Eddie asked as he hung his and Robin’s jackets in the closet. „Your John?”

„My ex-John,” you clarified, „and I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right anymore.”

„Good,” Steve said, heading toward the living room, „I never liked him.”

„How surprising,” Robin shouted after him, rolling her eyes.

Eddie chuckled and extended his hand to you. You walked down the stairs, took his hand, and he spun you around like a ballerina.

„I’m afraid we’re completely underdressed, Robin,” Eddie sighed. You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple sweatpants and a purple T-shirt.

„I look fabulous,” Robin said, shoving Eddie aside and pulling you into a tight hug. When you hugged Eddie afterward, you noticed that his hug was much more intimate than before.

„Are you coming or what?” Steve yelled from the hallway. „Or should I watch the movie alone?”

The first movie was quite funny—a silly comedy with little substance that made you giggle. Twice, you caught Eddie looking at you and quickly turning away. But you didn’t think much of it because the greeting earlier had been so sweet. Maybe he did like you after all.

When Steve got up to make more popcorn, you followed him into the kitchen.

„I think Eddie likes me after all,” you sighed with relief.

„Maybe,” Steve muttered. You could hear the anger in his voice. You could read your brother like a book.

„What’s wrong?” you asked gently. „Am I bothering you guys after all?”

He ran his hand through his hair and looked at you with raised eyebrows.

„Please. No, I’m just wondering—”

„What?”

„When did you stop talking to me?”

You looked at him, puzzled.

„What do you mean?”

„Well, the thing with John. First, I had to find out by chance that my little sister had a boyfriend, and then I find out again by chance that you broke up with him,” he turned away again, rubbing his eyes. „I’m just wondering if I’m not a part of your life anymore.”

„Stevie,” you said, hugging him from behind, resting your head against his back, „you’ll always be my brother. You’re the most important person in the world to me. I just didn’t think about how it would affect you. If it makes you feel better, I promise to talk to you about everything again.”

„H’kay,” he mumbled, but you could hear that he was already feeling better.

When you came out of the kitchen, Eddie and Robin looked at you.

„All good?” Eddie asked.

„And you, Munson?” you asked, sitting next to him now that Steve had taken the chair.

„Now it is,” he grinned and winked at you. You laughed and rolled your eyes. A year ago, that gesture would have made you giggle and blush, but you had long since gotten over your crush on Eddie.

The second movie was, of course, a horror film. While Steve, Eddie, and Robin made fun of the scenes, you sat there tense, squeezing your eyes shut during particularly bloody moments.

„You okay?”

You looked to the side and found yourself staring directly into Eddie’s concerned face. His eyes were large and dark, and you could almost see your own reflection in them.

„Yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled. You intended to look back at the TV, but Eddie’s gaze held you. With a smooth movement, he scooted closer to you and put an arm around your shoulders.

„I got you,” he grinned and looked away again. You turned your head too but swallowed dryly. Your stomach fluttered as you felt his warm hand on your shoulder. His fingertips cautiously slipped under your sleeve, gently brushing your skin. On an impulse, you leaned your head against his shoulder. His curls tickled your forehead. Eddie stayed that way, didn’t push you away, didn’t move away. Why would he? After all, you were his best friend’s little sister. It wasn’t that bad to cuddle, right?

Then why did those little butterflies flutter in your stomach?

On his way home, Eddie curses himself. How could he have let this happen? Why does he have so little control? When you sat down next to him, something in his brain just short-circuited. The urge to touch your skin was so overwhelming that he allowed you to snuggle up to him. For you, it was a completely harmless gesture, but he had to focus hard not to lean in and smell your hair.

„Fuck,” Eddie shouts into the night when he’s far enough from your house.

You’re deep in thought too, but in a different way. Eddie was incredibly kind to you today, much kinder than he used to be. You can still remember his disdainful looks and his arrogant laugh when you tried to be near him unnoticed. He’s the complete opposite of your brother, and that’s exactly what makes him so fascinating to you. His dark curls often fall wildly into his face, and the chain he wears around his neck jingles softly when he laughs. That used to drive you crazy. You’re briefly tempted to go over to Steve and talk to him about these utterly confusing feelings. But he would probably hear nothing but „Eddie. Butterflies“ and punch him directly in the face tomorrow at school. No, first you have to figure out what exactly Eddie means to you and what exactly you feel. It doesn’t make sense before that.

Figuring that out goes worse than you thought. At school, it’s hard to concentrate on Eddie on top of all the schoolwork, and during lunch, you barely see him. But then comes Thursday.

You’re standing in the hallway, packing things into your locker, when you suddenly see Eddie. He’s standing a few meters away, talking to a pretty cheerleader. He wraps one of his strands of hair around his finger, holds it to his face, and laughs at something she says. A new, extremely strange feeling starts spreading in your stomach. You stare at Eddie, and the intensity of your gaze makes him look over. His grin widens, and he lifts his hand in a wave, wiggling his fingers in a small wave. You can’t move, just staring at him as he flirts with this girl.

I’m jealous, you realize in horror, but you can’t do anything about it.

Eddie studies you, leans against the wall, and—you gasp slightly. The movement causes his T-shirt to ride up just a bit, revealing some skin on his hip. Such a damn slutty waist.

He glances down at himself, giggles, and then looks into your eyes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

That is too much for you. You slam your locker shut, turn on your heel, and hope Eddie didn’t see your flushed face.

Eddie stands outside, smoking one cigarette after another, trying to calm himself down somehow. What happened earlier in the hallway was absolutely not planned, not at all. He can’t even explain what exactly came over him to flirt with you so blatantly. That’s a no-go—an absolute disaster! If anyone had noticed. But even worse for him is your reaction. He can’t quite decipher your expression. It almost seemed like jealousy, but that can’t be, right? And why did you then run away with a bright red face? Did his exposed skin somehow turn you on? Is it possible that—

He immediately cuts off this train of thought because if he lets his mind wander any further, he’ll have to walk around school with a boner.

He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomps it out, and heads back into the building. Still lost in thought, he doesn’t watch where he’s going and bumps into you.

„Oh!” you exclaim and then laugh when you recognize Eddie, „Skipping class?”

„You know me,” he leans against the lockers, „and you?”

„Need to use the bathroom.”

„Ah,” he says, and then you both fall silent. The weird situation from earlier is still lingering in both of your minds.

„Well then,” you say slowly, ready to walk away, „see ya.”

„Hmm,” Eddie mumbles, but then you muster all your courage. You pause in your tracks, look down, and whisper, „Your tattoo is really hot.”

Before Eddie can process what you’ve just said, you’ve already disappeared. He stares after you with his mouth open. A glimmer of hope, as fragile as a butterfly’s wing, blooms within him.

Was it possible that it really was jealousy in your eyes?

While your encounter sends Eddie spiraling into a whirlpool of hope, guilt, and contradictions, you have to admit to yourself that your crush on Eddie never really went away. You just carefully suppressed it and locked it away. But his unusual kindness and his touches made it resurface. What a huge mess.

Cautiously, you knock on your brother’s door.

„Come in!” he calls, and you enter the room. Steve is standing in front of his floor-length mirror, fixing his hair.

„Steve?” you ask, and your brother looks at you through the mirror.

„Hmm?”

„Can I sit with you guys later?”

„Of course,” he looks mildly confused by your question, „you’re always welcome.”

„Thanks,” you mumble and sit down on the bed.

„There’s something on your mind,” Steve observes.

„I need to talk to you.”

Steve immediately sits next to you, giving you his full attention.

„There’s this guy…”

„Oh no.”

„Wait,” you laugh, „I think I really like him. Like, really. He flirts with me too, at least I think he does. But he also flirts with another girl.”

„Okay,” Steve says.

„And now I don’t know if I should try to get with him or just let it be.”

Thoughtfully, Steve rubs the back of his neck.

„Are there any other reasons against him?”

You laugh again, this time louder.

„Plenty. He’s an idiot. He’s absolutely childish, has terrible taste in movies, and drives me insane.”

Steve smiles knowingly.

„But you really like him, don’t you?”

„Yeah,” your smile fades, „what do you think?”

Steve sighs, looks away, and thinks.

„If you like him, then go for it. Fight for him!”

That’s not what you expected.

„What is it?” Steve asks, puzzled. „What did you think I’d say?”

„I don’t know. Honestly, I was expecting a new episode of the „Steve Harrington: No One’s Good Enough for My Sister“ podcast.”

„That’s true too,” he stands up and heads for the door, „but I’m afraid I have to give up that fight.”

That evening, Steve chose his favorite movie—a classic he’s seen a hundred times. You discreetly sat next to Eddie on the couch, as if it were the only available spot, even though you knew there were plenty of other options. You felt your heart race as he casually leaned back and made a bit of space for you. The movie had barely started, but you’d already lost interest. All you could think about was how to subtly scoot closer to Eddie. But before you could make a move, Eddie beat you to it. With a popcorn-grabbing motion, he sat so close to you that your knees touched.

„So, you picked a good spot, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he whispered with a mischievous grin in your ear. You nodded, not wanting Steve or Robin to hear your reply.

„Hmm,“ he murmured, and the sound made you turn your head towards him. Your faces were only a few millimeters apart. Your gaze flickered to his lips and back to his eyes. A realization flickered in them, and with a grin, he leaned back. You blushed and stared at the TV. Damn it. Had he been playing with you all along? Did he just want to see if you were still the lovesick kid from before? You were so absorbed in these destructive thoughts that you didn’t notice Eddie studying you. Your face suddenly became so closed off that it startled him. It had been an overwhelming feeling to see that you wanted to kiss him. At least that’s how he had interpreted your look, but then what happened? His smile afterward was pure bliss, but maybe you misunderstood? Damn it, he thought. He needed to do something to show you that he didn’t mean it that way.

He reached for the popcorn again, and by chance, his hand landed right next to yours.

Little sparks shot across your skin as Eddie’s hand brushed against yours. You glanced sideways, but he was intently watching the TV. Was it just an accident?

But then he cautiously lifted his fingers and placed them on your hand. His thumb gently stroked your skin, and you suddenly noticed a slight smirk on the corner of his mouth. So, he wasn’t as focused on the movie as he pretended.

You hadn’t misunderstood. Eddie really was flirting with you. That was the proof. The butterflies in your stomach were now darting around, crashing against the walls. Eddie liked you.

You slowly turned your hand over, allowing Eddie to touch the palm. With his fingertips, he traced tiny shapes. You looked at the others. Robin and Steve were definitely engrossed in the movie. You slowly raised your right arm and placed your hand on Eddie’s forearm. He froze, seeming to wait for what would happen next. Just as cautiously and slowly, you traced his tattoos, up and down. The urge to touch his chest or stomach was overwhelming, and you had to muster all your strength not to give in to the instinct. Eddie adjusted the position of his hand, allowing you to intertwine your fingers with his.

I’m holding hands with Eddie Munson.

The thought was so incredibly overwhelming that you had to bite your lower lip to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl.

That evening, Eddie hated himself all over again. This time, he had taken one more step too far. Jesus, he wished he could talk to Steve. But Steve would just punch his face in and do a tango with his balls.

For heaven’s sake, he’s an adult, and he’s flirting with his best friend’s little underage sister! What kind of messed-up brain wiring did he have? But you were so different. When you sat at lunch with them, making cheeky jokes and putting Eddie in his place.

He could no longer deny that he had feelings for you. No matter how hard he fought against it. And gradually, his willpower was running out. Every time he saw you and your body, whenever you sat next to him, it faded a little more.

Of course, you sensed a battle raging inside him. Every time he looked at you at school, you felt it. But you thought it had to do with the fact that you were Steve’s sister. You couldn’t know about the moral struggles waging war inside him.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you wanted—no, needed—to kiss Eddie Munson. And soon. And the chance came sooner than expected.

Eddie and Steve had to work on a boring biology project together. It was no secret that the two weren’t exactly geniuses and would probably botch the project without your help.

„What’s that supposed to be?” you asked amused, pointing to a drawing your brother had just put on paper.

„A wolf!”

„That looks like a pimpled whale,” you said, laughing, and took the pencil from his hand. „Give it here.”

„How can you draw them so well?” Steve asked, surprised.

„They’re her favorite animals,” Eddie murmured without thinking as he watched you draw. You immediately stopped and looked at Eddie, but Steve did the same.

„What?” Eddie raised his hands. „It’s true!”

„Hmm,“ Steve responded suspiciously, then jumped up. „I’ll go get us some chips and beer, and iced tea for you,“ he added when he saw your joyful expression.

„Party pooper,” you muttered. You felt Eddie lean in and whisper in your ear, „You don’t want to lose your self-control, do you?”

Your breathing quickened. The tension between you and Eddie was palpable. You knew that as soon as Steve was out of earshot, something was going to happen.

„Don’t do anything stupid,” Steve said sternly, looking at both of you before letting the front door slam loudly behind him.

„What kind of mischief could we possibly get into, huh?“ Eddie asks, turning his grinning face toward you. Before you can form a plan, you press yourself against Eddie, placing your lips on his and beginning to kiss him. He gasps in surprise, instinctively placing his hands on your hips, staring at you with wide eyes. But as he realizes what you’re doing, he leans into the kiss, closes his eyes, and moves his lips against yours. It’s not a gentle kiss; you pour all your desire into it, and Eddie eagerly responds. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring it. Gently, his tongue brushes against yours, coaxing it into his mouth. This goes on for a while until he finally pulls away, breathless.

„My sweet summer child,“ he sighs, looking at you with glazed eyes. But it’s not enough. You want more. Gathering all your courage, you place your hand on his crotch. You both inhale sharply—your breath catches because you can feel his erection, and his because you’re touching him.

„Wait,“ he says, placing his hand on yours. „We can’t—not here. Not like this.“

Disappointment washes over you as he blocks your desire.

„I didn’t say never,“ he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. „Just not right now.“

„Eddie,“ you whisper, avoiding his gaze.

„Yeah?“

„I...“ You sigh. „I really like you. You were always my favorite of Steve’s friends.“

He smirks as if he doesn’t already know.

„Can you tell me what’s different now from back then? I always thought you hated me.“

He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. Your head rests on his chest, and he presses his lips to your hair.

„I never hated you,“ he whispers. „I just found you exhausting and annoying. Like little sisters are. But then, on your birthday, you were talking and dancing with everyone—except me. I was so angry and sad, and I didn’t understand why. Then I realized I was jealous. I don’t know exactly when I developed feelings for you, but it happened somewhere along the way. Obviously.“

You freeze in his arms.

„You have feelings for me?“ you ask hesitantly, and his laughter makes your body tremble.

„I thought that was obvious by now. But yes. I’m in love with you, and it’s a huge mess.“

You pull away from his embrace and look at him seriously.

„Why?“

Eddie takes your hands in his. „I’m eighteen, and you just turned sixteen. I’m your brother’s best friend, and he’s going to kill me if he ever finds out what we’ve done.“

„If this is about Steve—“ you start, but Eddie shakes his head.

„It’s about the fact that I’m an adult, and you’re a teenager. It’s not right for us to start something. You should be dating boys your own age.“

„You mean boys,“ you say, „who are just awful and play with you?“

„At your age, all boys are dickheads,“ he admits with a sigh.

„And why shouldn’t I like someone older?“

He sighs again. „I have more experience than you, in every way. It’s not fair to you.“

„How do you know that?“, you ask, hearing the defiance in your voice, but his intense, knowing look makes you blush.

„Okay, yeah,“ you admit, „but—“

„No buts,“ he says, shaking his head. „It stands—I’m not good for you. I should keep my distance.“

„But“ you say hopefully.

„But“ he kisses your hands very gently, „I definitely don’t have enough strength to stay away from you. And I’m leaving the decision and the pace up to you. You control everything. I’ll only stop you if I sense you’re doing something just to please me.“

„Okay,“ you say, taking a deep breath. „I’ve always been in love with you, Eddie. You mean so much to me.“

He smiles softly at you, a loving expression crossing his face.

„Hearing that from you is the best thing in the world.“

He kisses you, this time much more tenderly. Shortly after, you hear the door open and Steve’s voice cheerfully announcing that he’s got everything. Eddie and you pull away from each other, but your gazes remain locked, as if you’ve just exchanged a silent promise.

„I’m going to the bathroom real quick,“ Eddie whispers, winking at you before disappearing.

When Steve returns to the living room, the atmosphere is relaxed and familiar, as if nothing happened. He looks at you, then at the untouched poster.

„You haven’t gotten much done,“ he chides you.

„It’s your project!“ you retort.

„Hm,“ he mutters, eyeing you suspiciously. „You and Eddie aren’t—“

„Jesus, Steve,“ you roll your eyes. „What do you think of me?“

„What do I think of him?“ Steve murmurs to himself.

After confessing your feelings for each other, the following weeks unfold like a secret game. The two of you try to hide your growing affection, especially from Steve. At school, there are fleeting glances, small touches that seem accidental but are full of meaning. Behind the school, when no ones watching, you make out wildly, and whenever Steve leaves you alone. It’s thrilling but also worrying, because you know everything could fall apart if Steve finds out the truth.

But Steve isn’t as clueless as you might think. He notices the subtle changes in Eddie’s behavior, the way his best friend looks at you as if you’re more than just the little sister he’s always known. One afternoon, when you’re at a friend’s house, Steve calls Eddie over. Eddie arrives to find Steve and Robin sitting on the couch.

„Hello?“ Eddie asks, confused. Steve nods toward the armchair.

„Sit down.“

„Are you two getting a divorce?“ Eddie jokes, but his laughter fades as he sees the serious expressions on his friends“ faces.

„Is someone dead or something?“

„That’s what I’m here to prevent,“ Robin says, giving Steve a nod.

„I want to talk to you about my sister.“

A lump forms in Eddie’s throat.

„Okay,“ he croaks. „What’s wrong with her?“

„A few weeks ago, she suddenly came to me and told me she had feelings for some idiot. An idiot with bad taste in movies and lousy jokes.“

„Hm,“ Eddie says, keeping his response minimal.

„I’d have to be a complete moron not to realize she was talking about you.“

„Ah,“ Eddie says, feeling like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

„I asked her directly if something was going on between you two, but she lied to me,“ Steve crosses his arms over his chest. „She’s my sister. I expected her to lie about it. But Eddie, man, you’re my best friend. I expect the truth from you!“

„It’s not what it looks like,“ Eddie whispers hoarsely.

„What does it look like?“ Steve asks, interested. „Because I have no idea what it looks like!“

Robin places a hand on Steve’s shoulder. „What Steve is really trying to ask,“ she says more calmly, „is whether it’s serious between you two.“

Eddie leans back, staring at the floor. He feels caught, as if he’s made a huge mistake, even though he knows the feelings between the two of you are real. „Steve, I didn’t want it to happen like this. You know how much you mean to me, and I’d never do anything to ruin that.“

„This isn’t about me!“ Steve hisses through gritted teeth. „It’s about my little sister! And if you weren’t my best friend, I wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain—I’d just knock you out.“

„I would never do anything to hurt her,“ Eddie whispers, looking Steve in the eyes. Steve needs to see that he’s telling the truth. And as he does, Steve’s anger begins to dissipate.

„Okay.“

„Okay?“

„Well, not okay, but better.“

Steve nods, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again.

„I’m not an idiot. I know how much she likes you. And I know you’re well aware that she’s never been this close to anyone before.“ Steve doesn’t need to say it; Eddie knows exactly what he means. „Just be careful with her.“

Eddie feels a knot forming in his stomach. The responsibility that comes with Steves words weighs heavily on him. „I would never hurt her on purpose, Steve. You know that.“

Steve nods again, this time more firmly. „I know. But this isn’t just any girl, Eddie. This is my sister.“ He pauses, looking his friend in the eyes. „You know how she is. She may seem strong, but she’s also vulnerable. I just want to make sure you know that and that you’re careful. I don’t want her to go through what some people go through when their first love falls apart.“

„I’ve left everything in her hands. She sets the pace.“

Steve nods, clearly relieved.

„But the age difference,“ Eddie begins, but Steve raises a hand to stop him.

„It’s not ideal. I’m aware of that. But you’ll figure it out. And honestly,“ a slight smile crosses Steve’s face, „if she’s going to like someone, I’m glad it’s you. You’re my best friend, and I trust you more than anyone. But that also means you’d better take good care of her. If you screw this up, I’ll never forgive you.“

Eddie's heart feels lighter as he hears his friend’s words. „I’ll do everything to make her happy, Steve. I promise you that.“

„One more thing,“ Steve adds, looking somewhat pained, „I don’t want to hear anything from her room, nothing at all.“

„I can manage that!“ Eddie replies. Though he doesn’t fully believe it, he wants to preserve the new peace.

Steve extends his hand, but Eddie jumps up and pulls Steve into a tight hug.

„Okay, that’s enough,“ Steve says, squirming. He’s never been much of a hugger.

„When exactly did you figure it out?“ Eddie asks, curious.

„Jesus, you guys were holding hands!“ Steve rolls his eyes. „It was obvious.“

„Very obvious!“ Robin agrees, laughing, but then the door suddenly closes.

„This is about to get really messy,“ she whispers, and both guys look at her, confused.

„Hello! I’m back—what?“ you say, finishing your sentence in confusion as you see the three of them in the living room. „What’s going on here?“

Eddie opens his mouth, and Robin tries to stop him, but he says, „It’s okay, sweetheart. Steve and Robin know. Steve’s given us his blessing! He just doesn’t want to hear anything about us.“

Robin lowers her hands, which she had raised to stop Eddie from saying exactly that.

„How dare you, Steve Harrington!“ you yell at your brother so loudly that Eddie steps back a bit.

„Bunny,“ Steve tries to calm you, but your glare makes him retreat.

„No Bunny,“ you shout, „what I do with my boyfriend is none of your damn business! If I want to fuck loudly with Eddie in my room, that’s my choice!“

„I think I have a say in that too,“ Eddie tries to lighten the mood, but his smile freezes as your furious expression turns on him.

„And you. What gives you the right to ask my brother for permission? Are we back in the sixteenth century? Do men decide for women again? I do what I want, for Christ’s sake.“

„And what do you want to do?“ Steve asks cautiously. You think for a moment, then walk over to Eddie and give him a deep kiss. You move your lips against his, and he automatically returns the kiss. You tangle your fingers in his curls, and he grabs your hips, pulling you closer.

You hear Steve groan in frustration at your defiant reaction and roll his eyes.

„Kinda hot, though,“ Robin mumbles appreciatively.

You break the kiss and look deeply into Eddie’s eyes.

„My forbidden fruit,“ he whispers in love.

[cherry-blossom-honey]

Love is about period baskets (Bob Reynolds x F! Reader fluff)

Bob wants to help his girlfriend when she is in pain, so he asks Yelena what to do.

Warning: Just the reader having painful periods and use of (y/n) literally two times

A/N: I suffer from terrible PMS and periods so I'm feeling soft today!

Bob was worried.

You've been dating for less than a month and it was his first time seeing you like that; usually, you were the first person from the team to wake up, cooking breakfast and making sure that nobody overslept.

This time you weren't there.

—I-is (y/n) okay? She told me she was gonna sleep for ten more minutes, but she looked sick— Bob said, with the usual hint of sadness in his eyes.

—Easy, little man. You are not going to die if you're separated for a while— Alexei chuckled, drinking his coffee.

—Don't be rude, idiot— Yelena spat to the bearded man before facing Bob— Do you know what periods are?

—I've heard of them, blood comes out of a woman's-

—YES, yes. Got it— The blonde interrumpted, her cheeks turning red.— And (y/n) has some issues with them. Hers are really painful, so she can't really leave the bed when it happens.

The dark haired man nodded shyly. He wanted to help his girlfriend, the idea of her suffering hurt him.

—Well, you know. You could make her a period basket, and I will help you with that.

—A period basket?— Bob and Alexei said at unison. Yelena sighed.

Men

After a few hours, the duo encouraged your boyfriend to knock on your door. You obviously invited him to come in and he awkwardly handed you a pretty pink box with a white bow. It was full of cute and useful things; pads, painkillers, tea bags and a hot water bottle.

—Oh, Bob— you said, wiping the tears off your eyes— This is beautiful, thank you so much, my love.

—It's for your period— he smiled, looking down— There's more under the hot water thing.

A period basket can't be completed without snacks, and he got you a perfect mix of sweet and salty stuff.

—Peanut butter chocolates?? You are the best, I love these!

—Yelena told me to get them because they're your favorite and you both eat them together— It was obvious that your best friend helped him a little.— Oh! And this is also for you

You looked at him confused as he took his hoodie off, showing a little bit of his toned abs.

—Are you gonna gift me an striptease or what?— You laughed, secretly loving the thought of it.

Bob blushed so intensely you thought he was going to explode.

��Oh, n-no. The hoodie, it's for you. I got more of them so you can keep this one.

That was the sweetest thing somebody has ever done to you. For the first time in at least two days, you got out of the bed only to hug him tight. Bob's big arms surrounded you as if you were his entire world.

—I don't feel so good. Would you cuddle with me?— you asked softly, still hugging him

—Of course I will— Now, he smiled looking directly at you

Once you both lied in bed, you fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his calm breathing.

She's so beautiful, Bob thought, kissing your forehead before closing his own eyes.

[heartyluv]

I luv luv how you write your stories. Idk if you watched the kdrama when life gives you tangerines cuz I just finished it and it made me bawl my eyes out of every episode. There was this one scene in there that husband said to his wife that when they get old he hopes that she dies first and she teases him saying why is it so you could be with another woman. He responds to her saying he wants to send her off with a beautiful and proper burial that she deserves and would eventually join her. That scene made me so sad. It got me thinking what if you said something similar to the LADS men instead of saying they die first you hope that you would die first cuz you couldn’t live without them and wouldn’t know what to do without them by your side. Specifically Zayne and Sylus cuz they are my favs. I’d believe they’d be a bit upset and they would tell you they don’t want to hear that nonsense cuz they can’t imagine when that time comes they have to be without you that’s how much they love you. Sorry if it’s a bit much and you don’t want to write it. Thank you for your time though.😭💗

Note: I think this is the cutest and saddest thing ever. I haven’t watched a drama is so long, but I’ve heard a lot of good things about this one! The last one I saw was Happiness and it’s was 1000/10, sooo good. Also, I only did Sylus and Zayne since you said they were your favs, but if you’d like the rest of the guys, just let me know! I hope you enjoy, luvly!

Creds to @/enchanthings for the dividers!

Warning: Mentions of dying

Zayne

It’s one of those rare days where your boyfriend is actually free for lunch. When he called you an hour ago to let you know that you could come by if you’d like, you instantly got ready and went out to buy some food from one his favorite places.

You always missed him, especially on days where you were off and he wasn’t. You’d take as much time with him as you could.

As you converse with him while indulging in your meals, you start to tell him about a show you’ve been watching. You even tell him you’re willing to rewatch it with him if he’s interested in checking it out. The more you talk, the more you delve into the story and tell him about a certain part that stuck with you. You found yourself wondering how could I ever do life without Zayne? It was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t, and you shared that with him.

“Whenever we die, it has to be me to go first,” you say nonchalantly as you cover your mouth after taking a bite of your sandwich.

Zayne was multitasking, completing some things on his computer while he ate his own. He froze mid type at your words. “Why would you say such a thing?”

You frown, shrugging your shoulders. “I just couldn’t live without you. I know a lot of people wouldn’t be able to go without their partners, but I really mean it. Like, I can’t even imagine a life without you in it.”

Removing his hands from the keyboard, he turns his body so that he’s facing you head on, all his attention now yours. “And you think I could? Live without you?”

“Not necessarily live without me,” you sip your water, feeling the shift in conversation turn from simple to seemingly serious. “I do think you’re stronger than me and that you could handle my absence better.”

He studies you, making you dart your eyes left and right because you don’t know what to say.

“You’re wrong,” he says simply. “I’m stronger for you. You should know that without you, there is nothing left for me to continue to be strong for.”

“Zayne, babe…” you frown. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here,” he cuts you off. You listen, standing from your chair. He pulls away from his desk as you round it, letting you stand between his spread legs. His hands caress the back of your thighs as you look down at him.

“I don’t want to hear you talk like that anymore. I know you were just sharing your feelings, and I never want you to hesitate to tell me about them. I also know that death is an inevitable thing for all of us, but it’s never something I want to ruminate on when it comes to you. Do you understand?”

“I won’t say anything like that again,” you nod, moving a black strand of his hair from his forehead. “I promise.”

“Good. Live in the moment with me.” He presses a gentle kiss to your stomach that’s covered by your dress. “Besides, I love you too much to let you leave me, no matter how you’d try.”

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his lips. He doesn’t let you pull away so soon, deepening it as his hand holds you firm by the back of your neck.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his mouth when he finally gives you a moment to breathe.

“Good,” he stares at your lips before looking back into your eyes. He pulls his glasses off, resting them on the desk. “Why don’t you go lock the door so you can show me how much?”

Sylus

You and Sylus lay in your shared bed, talking about a whole bunch of things. It’s usually how the night ends for you two.

He tells you about work, the twins, plans he has for you, even down to what he plans on making you both for breakfast tomorrow. You tell him about your progression in your hobbies, books, shows, and what you’d like to get around to doing with him soon. Sometimes when you talk, you and him will randomly start getting into deeper topics like kids, marriage, and just life in general.

You mention to Sylus how you don’t even remember what life was like for you before you met him and how now, you don’t see a future where he isn’t there.

“Living without you is not an option for me. When it’s time to go, I have to be the one to go first. I just couldn’t deal.” You shiver at the thought.

He looks over at you, his eyes narrowing. The gentle light of the lamp casts a shadow against his handsome face as it sits on the nightstand behind him. You’re resting your cheek on your knuckles, pursing your lips at his sudden silence.

“What?” you smile as he continues to stare.

“Not only are you saying nonsense, but I’m curious as to why you think there’s any instance where I’d remain here without you by my side, kitten. In the event that you’re gone because neither of us had a choice in you staying, there would be no purpose for me.” His voice rumbles and he speaks so simply, like if you were to die right now, you should expect him to be right behind you.

“But the twins—”

“I care for, yes. But you?” His hand comes up to your face, gently holding your jaw like you’re so fragile. “If I ever lost you, I’d lose myself. There is no me without you, I’m sure I’ve told you that. You are the reason I have meaning.”

Your eyes water at that. “There was a you before me though, Sy.” You place your hand on top of his.

“Unfortunately,” he smiles. “But there will never be anything after. It’s either I go first or we go together, sweetie.”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you push out a laugh, trying to suppress the emotions in your chest.

“Neither do I,” he admits, moving closer to you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I’d prefer if we don’t have it again. There will never be a world where one of us will have to survive without the other, not if I can help it. Besides, kittens have nine lives, don’t they? You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You bask in his strength, feeling grounded by the weight of him. You press a kiss to his pec, then his jaw until you reach the corner of his lips. “Oh babe, you know that was sooo corny!”

He releases that rich laugh that has dollar signs all around it, making you laugh too. “I’d reshape universes if I could ensure I’d find you in every one,” he says gently, kissing your forehead. “Nothing is too much for you.”

“You’re so sappy.” Your cheeks subtly ache from smiling so hard.

“And in love. You have yourself to thank for giving me such an experience.”

“You’re more than welcome,” you tease, knowing that he understands the sentiment is mutual.

He presses a firm kiss to the top of your head. “We have forever for me to show you how grateful I am.”

“I really love you, Sy,” you whisper.

“And I really, really, love you,” he adds. “More than you’ll ever understand.”