#he’s bubbly giddy like a school kid

[the-bensolos]

Tim Bradford is literally glowing. That’s the Lucy Chen effect baby.

[shushmal]

rating: G tags: getting together, fluff prompt: Love is what makes you brave. @steddielovemonth

Knowing Steve, Eddie's decided, has been one of the greatest things to ever happen to him. All the shit he put up with a kid growing up, all the stupid high school bullcrap, the hell dimension of government conspiracies laying dormant beneath his feet: all of that doesn't matter because now Eddie has Steve.

Well... Has Steve in his life. Has Steve's friendship. Has him in casual touches, in inside-jokes, in silly matching friendship bracelets that Robin made them.

Steve isn't Eddie's. Even though Eddie is Steve's. Because Steve does have him, in every possible way. And Eddie doesn't mind that it's unbalanced—he could be happy like that for the rest of his life. He would be best friends with Steve until they're old and sitting in the nursing home and playing with Steve's grandkids.

It doesn't stop Eddie from wanting though. From dreaming. From pretending about some unreachable future where he gets to wake up to Steve, gets to eat meals with Steve, gets to drive Steve around and complain about his music and eat all the food Steve cooks and tell him how handsome he is each time he smiles.

Eddie's not a kid anymore though. Dreams don't fuel him like they used to, don't drive him to reach for bigger and better things.

Instead, Eddie has something else that makes him braver.

"Hey," Eddie says, a little breathless, hands sweating around the horribly expensive roses he's got clutched to his chest.

"Hey!" Steve echoes, surprised and flustered and confused.

"Is this a bad time?" Eddie might be an idiot. Steve's in sweat pants and a lumpy sweater, a handmade thing that Eddie recognizes from one of El's hobby experiments. He looks so cozy, and Eddie would be happy being Steve's friend the rest of his life, but that doesn't stop Eddie from wanting.

"N-No, not at all," Steve says, and his eyes are caught up on the roses in Eddie's hands. "Wha— Is everything okay?"

Eddie might be an idiot, but he still knows Steve, knows all his tells: the way his ears are pink, his eyes wide and hopeful, his hands running though his hair nervously.

"Yeah," Eddie breathes, the tension releasing his spine, leaving him instead with a growing bubble of warmth in his chest. Eddie's only felt this brave a few times in his life. He grins, giddy, and asks, "Can I come in?"

Steve's answering smile is just more wind beneath Eddie's wings. "Of course," he says in a breathy whisper. "I always want you here, Ed."

Eddie leans in close, too close still for a darkened doorway in the middle of Hawkins, Indiana. But Eddie is Steve's and Eddie will always be caught in Steve's gravitation, will always want to be as close as Steve will let him.

And Steve rewards Eddie's bravery by leaning in just as close, meeting him halfway, so that Eddie can whisper in the shared air between them. "Good, because there's no where I want be, unless it's with you."

[sweetnothingtm]

teachers pet// simon riley x reader

pairing simon riley x reader

word count 1200

content warnings none - entirely fluff and self-indulgence

authors note domestic simon. domestic simon. domestic simon. domestic si-

summary simon notices you leave your lunch at home, and what better way to meet your second-grade class than to surprise you?

truthfully, simon riley had never considered having children.

it’s a lot of time, commitment, and patience that he didn’t have. simon thought he’d live the rest of his life comfortably alone and worry-free.

until the day he met you.

you taught him how to smile. gentle, patient and kind, you became the home simon thought he’d never have. with a voice soft like honey, and eyes sparkling with adoration, simon fell head first and hopelessly in love with you.

he doted on you - spoiled you rotten to the core and did so without a moments hesitation. he never saw himself as the type to be so smitten, so pathetically entangled with the idea of you being his, but you clicked together like a puzzle piece.

you’re an elementary school teacher, with a class full of twenty-two little rascals who were too curious for their own good. you had a job at the same school johnny’s little boy attended, a second-grade teacher with a bubbly personality that attracted even the worst of people. like him.

he met you on an august afternoon, your hand intertwined with his best mates kid, arms swinging in unison as the little boy laughed excitedly. johnny had been tied up with work, neck deep in paperwork and drowning in meetings.

simon begrudgingly agreed to do pick-up, and had he known your smiling face would greet him for the very first time - he’d do it every damn day for the rest of his life.

the first thing you said to him, with a little coy smile plastered across your face, had him bleeding out and begging for mercy.

“simon, right? i’ve heard so much about you,”

“only the good things - i hope.”

“i’d like to think so - but you’re more then welcome to correct me if i’m wrong.”

you left your lunch at the apartment you shared - the one he invited you to stay at after only four months together. your jacket is hung up on his door, your shoes left underneath his bed and the paperwork with your curved handwriting sitting on the kitchen counter. remnants of you stick to him like glue, and simon just doesn’t have the heart to wash you off.

he stalks through the school corridors, eyes scanning for the familiar blushing face he’s come to adore. the mask is left in his center console - he didn’t want to scare anyone, as amusing as it may be. your classroom is down the hall, the door propped ajar as a silent invitation for him.

he’s never seen your class before - always preferring to meet you in the parking lot with a toothy grin spread across his face at the sight of you leading kids to their parents.

lately, simons been thinking of a life with you. a two story home, white picket fence and a ring around your finger with a smile that’s made just for him. there’s a backyard, a little hammock you can swing in as he cooks for you.

hell - maybe even a little one that clings to your side. his eyes. your hair. his stubborn nature. your curiosity. it’s a thought, one that he’s never considered until you.

simon wasn’t thinking straight when he drove to your work, your lunch bag sitting in his passenger seat as he grew giddy at the idea of seeing you. always the fool.

he heard your voice from across the hall, gentle and smooth alongside a symphony of energetic kids who shouted your name and gathered their things. simon felt the familiar quicken of his heartbeat, chest tightening with excitement as he knocked gently on the door and popped his head in.

you leaned against the white board, dragging your gaze away from the class and landing on simon. at the sight of him, you blushed crimson red and gnawed on your lower lip. he extended an arm outwards, your lunch dangling from his fingertips.

twenty-two pairs of eyes focused on him in an instant. their little heads snapped to him, voice shrill with curiosity as simon blinked in bewilderment. you parted your lips, voice falling silent in the background of the class going wild.

“who are you?” “you look old.” “do you know my dad? he’s big like you.” “i think that’s teachers friend-“ “teacher doesn’t have friends!”

“teacher said it’s rude to stare, mister.”

“sorry, kids - someone forgot their lunch,” he states, looking to you expectantly. god help him. simon’s never been the one to get along with children - much less an entire classroom full of them. but you were right there, with eyes sparkling full of happiness as you watched him.

those eyes - they tell him the same thing you’ve said every waking moment you spend with him. i love you.

“he’s a delivery driver!” someone shouted, causing a chorus of argument, your shoulders shaking as you held back laughter. simon entered the room, gently placing the bag on your desk and giving you a subtle wink.

clearing your throat, you grabbed the children’s attention with ease, a hand on your hip as you gestured to him. “this is my friend simon. class - say hello,” you state, voice slicing through the chatter as they quieted down to listen.

simon stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do as nearly two dozen shouts rang out to greet him. you look over to him, a smirk on your lips as he rubs a hand behind his neck.

“is he your best friend, teacher?”

you can’t help but laugh, the sound ringing like a sweet melody in his ears. simon adores you, heart slipping a beat at the way you nod your head innocently in agreement. “we’re the bestest of friends,” simon whispers loudly, a hand cupped around his mouth as those little eyes widen with excitement.

you think he’s the one, the very explanation of your existence. the pearly gates of heaven could greet you outside and you’d run straight to him. it’s got you thinking there’s a life worth living if it’s with him.

“thank you,” you say softly to him, opening the paper bag and rifling through it. “you’re off early today.”

he actually called out after he found your lunch left behind. he spent the morning looking over shiny rings at the jeweler, brows furrowed as he thought only of you. he got the pretty one, swiping his card without hesitation and keeping the velvet box in his pocket. it sits there even now.

“things are slow,” he states, eyes casting over the classroom with little pieces of you across it. there’s posters hung up on the wall, your handwriting scrawled in large letter and photos of all the trips he’s taken you on. you’ve labeled them all, and there’s a picture of him that sits on your desk.

“i think he works at a restaurant.” someone whispers amongst the sea of young faces. “no, he looks like a secret agent.” another pipes up.

simon laughs, the sound deep and reverberating through the room. he shakes his head in amusement. glancing over to you, he feels himself falling effortlessly for you all over again. you hold his gaze.

“caught red-handed.”

[tfmerc]

Just want to expand a little on Artist!Konig as hinted towards in my camera roll series

Like he's just a cutie pie :((( coming home from long missions with his sketchbook filled with little doodles, enthusiastically explaining all the little details :<

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Loud thudding footsteps echoed throughout your small apartment, soft huffs and groans bouncing off the hallway walls; Konig was home.

The thought of seeing him made you giddy, a pink hue brushing across your cheeks; giggles already bubbling in your throat. It was an adorable sight for Konig to come home to, his partner sprawled out on their shared bed - cooing and dotting over him as if they had some school kid crush.

“Schatz… what’re you doing awake?” For such a large and intimating man, he was the epitome of a sweetheart. Voice soft and almost as though he was talking to a child, fingers brushing across your cheek; lips ghosting over your forehead.

A soft shake of your head had him sighing, pulling away gently as he slowly packed away his gear. A very particular routine that he followed almost religiously each time he returned home, “Kleiner Liebling, you should be asleep.”

“I was waiting for you,” Tilting your head slightly you tried to get a good look at his, now unclothed, face. Each scar and divot of his body on full display, nothing but a pair of boxers now covering his body, “Any new sketches to show me?”

Konig’s eyes lit up within seconds, reaching for a leather clad sketch book; hidden in the side pocket of his duffle bag. A wide smile spreading over his lips as he made quick work to lay beside you.

Having you tucked under his left arm, bicep flexing as he flicked through countless pages of drawings, poorly written poetry in Austrian and flowers being pressed between pages.

His thumb brushed over certain drawings and words, translating and whispering soft explanations of what everything meant; why he felt the need to write or draw them. His sketchbook was practically second skin to him, a window of who he truly is.

The hushed whispers continued for what seemed like hours, your lashes batting against his chest; tracing gentle patterns over his scars and tattoos, relishing in his muscular frame. You were eager to have him fed, for a soft layer of fat to cover his toned body; to look loved and cared for.

“Zeit zum Schlafen, mein süßes.”

✧･ﾟ: translations were made through google translate, apologies if grammar isn’t correct *✧･ﾟ:*

Schatz - sweetheart

Kleiner Liebling - little darling

Zeit zum Schlafen, mein süßes Mädchen - time to sleep, my sweet

[harrysfolklore]

Bubba's first day of school!!

4th day !! thank you for sticking by we’re almost done <3 i have to be honest, this is my favorite written piece i’ve done so give it some loooove

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"Are we sure he needs to go?" Harry's whiny voice echoed through your ears, you were currently in the kitchen packing your baby boy's lunch, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with crackers and star shaped kiwis and strawberries, just how he liked it.

"We talked about this, H, he's four now he needs to go to school," you told your whiny husband, turning around to look at him and noticing the prominent pout on his face "Oh come on, stop being dramatic, It's just going to be a few hours and he'll be back home." you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and looking up at him, he gave you the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen and you internally chuckled thinking about how he was being more dramatic than his four year old.

"But what if he feels lonely? What if- what if it's hard for him to talk to the other kids and he feels sad? Besides, you've been doing a great job educating him, you know, he's way smarter than other four year olds, he doesn't need school, baby, we can homeschool him together, yeah we could do that and- " you listened to his rambling with a small smile on your face, before he continued on, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and pecked his lips firmly.

"First of all, breathe," you told him when you pulled away, you watched him do as you said and let out a small 'done' right after "Second of all, this is your son we're talking about, honey, he's going to befriend every single kid as soon as he walks into the classroom, he has your extroverted demeanor and bubbly personality, he'll be fine," he grabbed one of your wrists and kissed your palm that was still holding his face, you could tell that he was still anxious about the entire thing, "And as tempting as having him at home all day sounds, he needs to go out there and interact with other kids, and learn from actual teachers and not just me and my parenting books." he continued pressing kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before he brought you in for a hug, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and scratched his scalp. He just needed to be baby-ed for a while and he would be fine.

"I know, I know. You're right, I'm just being a dramatic, overprotective dad who wants his boy to stay little forever." you couldn't help but melt at his words, watching Harry become a dad made you fall in love with him all over again, there was something about him teaching your son how to brush his teeth, tie his shoelaces, how to respect others and treat people with kindness, you wouldn't change that for anything.

"You truly are an overprotective dad, I can't even imagine how bad is going to get when we have a little girl." you said with a little smirk, and one made its way to Harry's face at your words, already feeling giddy about what you were implying "Are you suggesting It's time for baby #2?" he pulled you closer and connected your lips together, you let him grab the back of your neck to deepen the kiss but a little voice calling for you made you stop.

"Mummy, daddy, I'm ready for school!" your little boy squealed, his voice laced with excitement and the pitter-patter of his tiny feet dragging him all the way to the kitchen.

"We'll continue this later," he whispered against your lips before pecking them one last time and letting go of your waist to pick his son up from the ground. "There's my baby bubba, because you're still my baby, right? You might go to big boy school but you're still a baby" he obnoxiously pecked your baby's cheek and tickled his belly, making him squeal and laugh "Come on, say bye to mummy before we head out" he passed the little boy to your arms and you couldn't help but get a bit emotional, even though you were giving a lecture to your husband about it just minutes ago.

"Remember to have lots of fun and be kind, okay?" you softly told him, pecking his forehead and smiling at the cheery "Okay!" he let out.

You put him down and watched as he jogged to you husband who was waiting for him by the front door, with his little backpack hanging on his broad shoulder, and with a final wave and a flew kisses blown your way, they were out of the house.

You found yourself getting a bittersweet feeling over your son starting school, you felt emotional and a tad bit sad over you baby not being so baby anymore, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel excited about the tiny human that was growing inside your belly that would be the new baby of the house in a few months. And of course, you couldn't wait to tell your husband.

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[jeanboyjean]

DOES HE KNOW? - ft takashi mitsuya. sfw. 

he'll never know the way you lie when you look at me so keep trying but you know I see all the little things that make you who you are

an: short one loosely based on the song does he know by one direction!! do i make every one of my faves lovesick in every fic? yes. sue me. reader's a lil messy in this ngl.

cw: alcohol, possible allusion to cheating but nothing explicit eek

1.4k words

@milky-aeons @arlerts-angel 1d chokehold solidarity ✊ hehehe

Mitsuya saw you before you saw him. 

The club was packed tonight, filled to the brim with bodies gyrating against each other as music pumped around them. It was so loud he could feel the ground shaking under his feet as the bass vibrated in his bones and rattled his teeth. Mitsuya shook his head - this was going to give him a migraine in no time. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone clubbing, having long outgrown the scene in the years following his youth, but he had come out tonight because you had asked him to... and unfortunately he would do anything for you. 

You had replied to his text earlier saying you were at the dance floor and Mitsuya craned his neck to look over the crowd in search of your face. When it parted slightly, he saw you there in the middle, dancing with one of your girlfriends. He watched as your body moved like liquid honey, your hips swaying in circles that hypnotised him. Entranced, he began walking toward you, weaving his way until he was standing right in front of you. Just as he was about to call your name, you spun around and your eyes locked with his.  

“Takashi!” Your voice rang in his ears, floating toward him over the music. Your eyes shone and your face brightened with a thousand watt smile which triggered a warmth that spread throughout his body.  

He grinned wide and spread his arms out in response. Drunken giggles bubbled out of you as you raced toward him and he caught you as you stumbled into his arms.

“Hey,” he laughed, hugging you tight in greeting. “Careful.” 

He released you from his arms after a moment and held you out at arms length to get a good look at you. As he took you in, his breath caught in his lungs and a lump formed in his throat. You were stunning - as always - and it made his hands itch. With all of his being, he wished he could claim you as his muse. He yearned to dress you in the finest fabrics designed for you and you only, if only you would let him.

From the moment he had first seen you as a kid in primary school, he had been pulled to your side as if by an invisible magnetic force that had drawn him in and never let go. Years had passed and there had been moments when he thought he would lose you while he went about getting in fights and wreaking havoc. You were adults now though and here you still were by his side. It felt right and yet it didn’t... because you were by his side, yes, but not in the way he wanted. The two of you were inseparable, twin flames you could say, but it wasn’t enough. No, it couldn’t be enough because he wanted you, badly, and he needed to have you in a way that surpassed any friendship. 

For years, he had waited for the right moment to tell you. He had watched as you cried over stupid boys that didn’t deserve you, as you flitted around falling into random strangers and just easily fell out of them, knowing that there was a void in you that only he could fill. Why couldn’t you see what was right in front of you? 

Mitsuya was nearing his breaking point. How much longer would he have to watch you be with someone else, when he knew he was exactly what you needed. Just last week, you had texted him all giddy and excited over your most recent fling. Well... your boyfriend he guessed he should say now, but his brain refused to acknowledge it. The picture of you with another man sickened him to the bone.

He’s so nice! Your messages had read. He knows me so well :) I was late to our coffee date today and he had already ordered because he remembered what I usually drink. We’re officially in a relationship now!!

Mitsuya had scoffed when he had read your words. He couldn’t understand what you were so thrilled about - anyone could remember somebody’s coffee order. This was the bare minimum, something not even worth gushing over. Not when he knew everything about you. Surface level things like your favourite colour, your favourite songs, your favourite bands. Other things as well, your secret tattoo, the way you changed moods and the songs that you sang when you were all alone. Did that guy know as well? Whatever. Even if he did, it still wouldn’t be enough. 

Regardless Mitsuya had wanted to seem supportive, so he had texted back a nice! i’m glad you’re happy. And it was true. He was willing to wait. At the end of the day, he would stand to the side no matter what, if it meant you would still look at him the way you were now. 

“You came!” You exclaimed happily, gazing up at him through your lashes. Your face was lit with the glow of one to many drinks and flushed from the exertion of dancing. Your hands wrapped around his arms as you held onto him in barely contained excitement. 

“Of course I did,” he replied, grinning down at you. “Someone’s gotta keep you in line. Looks like you’ve already been having fun without me.”

You nodded enthusiastically in complete agreement. You grabbed his wrist and pulled hard in the direction of the dance floor. “Soooo much fun. Come on, let’s dance!”

He laughed, shaking his head. He let you lead him to a free spot and didn’t stop you when you wrapped your arms around his neck and rocked to the music. His hands found their way to your waist and he held you there, his body burning with a fever as he contained himself from roaming further. He dipped his head down so you could hear him speak in your ear.

“Where’s that guy?”

“Which guy?” 

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “You know. That guy. Your boy… friend.” He tried not to let his voice catch on the last word but he stumbled slightly, a horrible taste lingering on his tongue. “Does he know you’re out?” Does he know I want you so bad? 

“Oh!” Your lips tilted in a small smile as your eyes flitted away for a moment. “He said he couldn’t make it tonight, said he was busy. It’s just you and me today.” 

Your words were music to his ears. He would take what he could get. 

His hands tightened around your waist, his heart racing in his chest. A new song came on and you yelped in excitement, twisting around in his grasp so that your back was pressing against his chest. Your arms stayed raised to interlock behind his neck as you started grinding up against him. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he watched you move. His eyes fixated on the fluid movement of your body, and they almost rolled to the back of his head when he felt your ass brush against his hips. By reflex, his dick stirred in his pants and he had to move back to give himself some room to breathe.

You turned to look over your shoulder at him and a cheeky smile played on your lips. Surely you knew what you were doing to him. Fuck, if you didn’t stop he was going to do things he wouldn’t be able to take back. There was a fire raging so hot within him and he was so close to burning everything down with him, boyfriend be damned. 

“You sure he would be fine with us dancing like this?” Mitsuya asked, his lips grazing your ear. With how close you were standing in front of him, he could feel the shiver run down your body, your back arching ever so slightly.

“He knows we’re just friends,” was all you said in response, before you turned your head away with mirth in your eyes. 

“Just friends, huh?” 

Something about the words you had both said countless times over the years bit at him and the final remaining grasp on his self control withered away. His hands slid down to your swaying hips and he pulled you in closer to his body. Your lips parted as you took in a sharp intake of breath and your eyes fluttered wide in surprise as he rocked his hips flush against you. If you didn't know his feelings already, you would know now with the way his hardening cock pressed against your ass.

Tonight, you would be his… and he was going to make sure that you never went back to anybody else.

🫢🤭

[giuliadesu]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | bang chan

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chasing that feeling by tomorrow x together

if it wasn’t for the giddiness you felt bubbling inside you, you wouldn’t have believed in the turn of events the last few days brought.

it was the last day before christmas holiday in the school where you taught english. the day was slowly moving towards a cool yet pleasant evening, with kids scurrying around to bid goodbye to teachers and friends before heading home, and faculty members stopping by a bit longer to chat before the long awaited break.

snow had started to coat the streets of seoul a couple of hours prior to your exit from the premise of the building. a smile crept over your face, as you enjoyed the feeling of the cold flakes gently landing on your skin, making your way to the metro station to head home.

after that, it was a flurry of events: chan had visited your apartment (thanks to the spare key you gave him) and left a small envelope on the console table near the door; it contained train tickets for a small skiing location in the gangwon-do prefecture, along with a tiny note handwritten by him.

“hey pookie! the guys and i have rented a cabin in this small village for the holidays, come join us! and no, we don’t accept a negative answer ♡ i’ll pick you up at the station”

you had just enough time to change into more comfortable clothes, pack a suitcase with warm clothes and your skiing gear, grab the presents for the boys and off you were towards the train station! 

you and chan had a bit of something going on, it was clear to everyone. the fine line between friendship and romance had started to get more and more blurred, with both of you making clear moves and statements that made it obvious you were in love with one another — despite not having confessed yet.

it was easy, considering you were both big on physical affection; hugs, naps together, holding hands whenever, soft kisses placed over cheeks or foreheads, tons and tons of cuddling… the kids were almost exhausted of hearing you say that you were just friends. friends didn’t behave like that and didn’t look at each other like that.

they were just hoping that the amounts of mistletoe hanging around the cabin and the festive atmosphere would give you the final push.

the 25th was a very sunny day, the majority of which was spent outside in the snow — whether skiing, snowboarding or simply chilling together.

then, after dinner, you all gathered on the carpet to exchange gifts, a warm glow coming from the lit fireplace. unsurprisingly, you and chan were sitting one next to the other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, while your hand would occasionally come to rest over his thigh.

while the other kids were busy opening the matching sweaters you’d gotten them (and throwing a tantrum over who wore it better), you took the chance to give chan his very own christmas present.

it was a small box, and just from the outside he realised it must have come from a very expensive jewellery brand. he sent you a glare, to which you replied by sticking out your tongue.

the black ribbon came off together with the lid, revealing the equally dark inside of the package. resting on a velvety cushion was a silver dog tag, engraved on both sides. the first thing chris noticed was how it perfectly matched the style of his chain bracelet. then, the quote on the front caught his attention: together forever, never apart; maybe in distance, but never at heart. the back also had something etched on it — the korean names of his friends.

his eyes shot up to meet yours, and you swore they were almost glossy.

“i don’t even know what to say… it’s just perfect.”

then he lifted you up from the floor and put you on his lap, hugging you tightly. you returned the hug immediately, your arms going around his neck.

“you don’t have to say anything. just know that the sentence speaks the truth and you are so, so loved.”

his grip tightened even more around your mid and you smiled in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. he found himself willing to chase the feeling of your lips, although he knew it was not the moment.

“put it on for me, please?”

later that night (or was it the wee hours of the morning?), well past the time everyone had gone to bed, chan found himself in the kitchen, trying to make a hot chocolate. he regretted not wearing a shirt over the short, grey sweats he used to sleep the second some hot milk droplets landed on his chest.

“you should be more careful when cooking, mister bang.”

he jolted in surprise, and you couldn’t hide the giggles that left your mouth.

he was about to retort, but when he turned around and saw you wearing his very oversized hoodie over your definitely-not-wintery pyjamas, the words died in his throat.

“do you want some hot chocolate?”

the way your eyes lit up pulled a chuckle out of him, and he went to grab a second cup from the shelf. while he had his back turned to you, you went and hugged him from behind, your arms snaking around his waist and resting on his abs.

“thank you for inviting me here. i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun over the holidays.”

one of his hands came over your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, don’t mention it! that’s what… friends are for, right?”

you felt a slight tinge of weariness in his voice, and you couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment in your chest.

“right, friends…”

a relatively comfortable silence fell over the small kitchen of the cabin. while chris finished preparing the beverage, you stayed glued to his back. you could feel his warm skin, the way his muscles moved with every action, the faint sound of a song he was humming.

chocolate now safely poured inside the mugs, the boy turned around.

“wait here a second for me, yeah?”

without even waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter; then he disappeared in the living room, where faint lights from the christmas tree created shadows over the walls.

he came back a few moments later, a small box in his hand. it was very similar to the one you presented him a few hours earlier.

“i know i should’ve given this to you before, but i didn’t want the guys to make fun of me.”

he laughed while coming closer, and you instinctively parted your legs to allow him to stand right in front of you. the dog tag caught on the dim kitchen light. you smiled.

he started humming a tune again, probably to ease the nerves. you recognized it as chasing that feeling by txt.

you couldn’t contain the giddiness bubbling inside you while carefully unpacking the present. the white box contained a bracelet, whose very thin chain matched that of the necklace you’d gifted him, and the small charm dangling from it was of two hands making a pinky promise.

wordlessly, yet with a warm smile across your features, you moved your arm in front of chris, the bracelet in your other hand. while he was hard at work at unclasping it and wrapping it around your wrist, you caught a glimpse of the two words etched on the back.

“… is it a confession?”

“only if you want it to be.”

the smiles on both of your faces were already enough of an answer, yet the moment needed something more.

one of his hands cupped your cheek, while one of yours gently took a hold of the dog tag.

chris stopped one millimetre away from your lips, still giving you the chance to turn down both his confession and the kiss.

“na sungmyeonga, come and kiss me, i just keep on chasing that feeling.”

with a slight tug on the necklace his soft lips landed on yours.

it was a sweet kiss, all smiles and giggles. your hands came over his wrists while both of his were now holding your face.

and boy, did you both chase each other’s feelings with your mutual pining!

the next morning, no one was surprised to find the both of you sleeping on the couch, necklace and bracelet on full display. apparently, the smiles on your faces were enough for everyone to know that you finally belonged to one another.

© giuliadesu. please do not copy, translate, use in videos or reupload on other platforms and sites. it is strictly forbidden to feed any part of my content to ai.

[abibliophobiaa]

can i get childhood friends to lovers, angst/smut, “but friends don’t look at each other like we do” and “shut up and kiss me already” with steve harrington please!

thank you! steve harrington x fem!reader. (700 words)

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It wasn’t the group's brightest idea. In all honesty, it was a truly silly one. You realized that now, but you’d each had a couple beers and shared a joint before a roaring fire pit, when suddenly Argyle threw out the brilliant—or not so brilliant—suggestion of ‘spin the bottle.’

The group groaned collectively, a mixed blend of “Are you serious?” with Eddie throwing in, “What are we, five?” into the midst.

It was how you ended up sitting breathlessly on your lawn chair in the backyard of Steve’s parent’s place, heart pounding in anticipation as the bottle spun around and around for the umpteenth time. You’d all taken turns by that point. Nancy kissed a giddy Argyle, you kissed Robin, all cherry chapstick sweetness lingering on both your lips. Eddie had jovially barked out a laugh when he’d spun and landed on Steve. Shouted into the fold, “Plant one on me, big boy,” as Steve stretched an arm across the space between them and tugged him forward for the briefest press of lips.

But nothing prepared you for the awkward silence when Steve spun and landed on you. Heat arose in your belly. Your palms, splayed across your thighs, moved to fiddle with a frayed edge on your jean shorts. Curious eyes flickered about the group, awkward laughter bubbled.

“You two are going to just stare at each other or get to the lip smackin’?” Argyle asked, and dropped back against his chair, the neck of his beer bottle pressed to his lips to take a sip.

“Steve?” Your voice sounded small.

Steve didn’t speak. Didn’t say a word, really. Only stared at you, face illuminated by the fire in an orange glow, with a look on his face you couldn’t quite place. Growing frustrated and increasingly uncomfortable under the wide-eyed stares of your friends, you tutted, muttering impatiently, “We going to just…get on with it?”

Steve glanced around the group, palms up and shaking in the air. “I can’t kiss her. Not right now and definitely not right in front of you all—”

Rejection settled in your gut. Worry and upset swirled over the thought that Steve must have thought a kiss with you would be the worst thing in that moment—that he couldn’t even fathom doing so to settle the bunch.

He floundered once more, letting out a garbled, “I just—”

It happened quickly after that. Fingers pressed into a broad chest as he lifted from his lawn chair and curled an arm around your waist. As he tugged you flush against his form. He tasted like beer, too many sugary snacks and popcorn. Smelled like smoke, that signature honey shampoo he’d used since high school, and beneath all of that, the cologne you bought him for Christmas. But he felt like home, like running through the front door after school to jump in his pool as kids, like first heartbreaks where he’d held you when you cried and you did the same for him, like ice cream dates, mall trips, movie nights and Family Video hangouts.

Steve.

Your Steve.

The realization sparked fire against your skin as you reared back and looked into those dark eyes. The horror of the looks on your friends' faces all around you had your lungs tightening, throat hitching, because you’d kissed your best friend.

But friends don’t look at each other like we do, a voice in your mind whispered. Friends don’t kiss friends like we do.

Because Steve’s kiss felt like leaping off the edge of a cliff into a river below. Steve’s kiss felt like jumping into your favorite book, watching your favorite movie, listening to a favorite song. It felt like butterflies brushing against your stomach, like the drop when you drive down a hill, like a plane taking off a tarmac.

“Come with me for a minute?” Steve’s voice broke into silence, cursing when the group broke out in kissy noises and drawn out ‘oooohs.’

You slipped in through the sliding glass door of his home, your hip brushing against the kitchen counter when he dragged you further away from proving eyes, closing the curtains for added measure. And then it was a rapidly babbled mess of words pouring from his lips, “You felt something, right? Like it wasn’t just me? I just—we’ve been friends forever—and I—”

“Steve?”

“Yeah,” he asked, all soft features and pouty lips that had your head spinning.

“Steve, just shut up and kiss me already.”

[goldengleams]

can i have this dance? | jamie drysdale x reader

In which you and Jamie become Troy and Gabriella.

Missing Jamie Drysdale and all of his cuteness, so enjoy this HSM3 inspired blurb!!

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You couldn’t help but feel overly excited at the dark clouds that were starting to cover the sky. After living in California for a year, you had grown accustomed to the lack of rain, but it still made you aggravated. You grew up in a place that had rain on a regular basis and had always loved it.

“Jamie, it’s looking like rain!” You shouted down the hall to your boyfriend. You were curled up near the edge of the couch so that you could look out the window.

Jamie had just woken up from a nap, the loud thunder drawing him from his slumber. He opened his bedroom door and trudged over to the couch, dramatically falling on top of you.

“Yeah, and your rain just woke me up,” he grumbled. You started to poke at his shoulder, which was now uncomfortably in your side.

“Well you can’t miss the rain! This is the most exciting moment of my week, J. I can’t understand how nothing here ever needs rain, it’s so weird,” you trailed off, focus on the window.

Jamie looked up at your hopeful face and smiled at you. He found it so adorable that you were so passionate about the rain. One time up on the roof of his and Trevor’s apartment, he had listened to you describe the way you saw the rain. You saw it as a cleanse, everything becoming drenched in water. It was calming to you, the thunder and lightning only making the spectacle more interesting and attention grabbing.

A soft gasp left your mouth as rain started to fall. You clambered up from the couch, running to the large window to watch it like a little kid.

“Jamie, look!”

Jamie eagerly followed you. You were practically bouncing by the time the rain started to pick up and the lawn outside Jamie’s apartment got wet.

“Now this, this Jamie Drysdale, feels normal,” you laughed. “This feels like home.”

Jamie, a fair bit taller than you, rested his head atop yours and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s beautiful,” Jamie offered. He couldn’t quite see what you saw when it rained, but he loved trying to understand you, so he was willing to stare out the window a little longer.

You wriggled free from his grasp and spun around the kitchen. “We have to rain dance, Jamie!”

Your eyes were bright as you stared at him. You were sure you looked a little wild-your hair was half tucked in a bun and a large Anaheim Ducks t-shirt covered your body. What you didn’t know was that Jamie thought you looked just as beautiful as ever.

“A rain dance?” He questioned.

You nodded emphatically. “Yes, Jamie. And it means that we have to go outside and be absolutely obnoxious and have the time of our fucking lives, do you understand?”

You didn’t give Jamie any time to really understand before you were tugging on his arm. You both slipped on sandals and before Jamie knew it, you were leading him out his front door, down the steps.

“You’ve seen High School Musical 3, right?” You questioned, slowing your movement to look at Jamie.

He nodded, looking confused as to where you were going with this.

“Well, there’s a scene where Gabriella and Troy sing this song and they dance in the rain and have the best time ever, and I’ve always wanted to do it with someone special,” you said, the giddiness bubbling inside of you.

You ran ahead of him, arms wide to feel the cool water hit your body. Jamie could practically see the happiness radiating from your frame.

“Dance with me, Jamie!”

While this wasn’t Jamie’s preferred activity, he ran out to meet you in the middle of the lawn, abandoning the covering of the doorway. You were in your element.

You found Jamie’s shoulders as you pulled him close to do a pretend slow dance in the rain. You both erupted in giggles at the absurdity of your actions, not caring who could see you outside like fools.

Jamie spun you around and dipped you effortlessly. You danced for a few minutes, practicing your best couple moves with each other.

“Thanks for being crazy with me and pretending we’re the main characters in a teen movie,” you laughed. You smiled as you and Jamie were now quite close, only a few inches separating you from his lips.

“I’d dance in the rain with you any day, Y/N,” Jamie said, kissing you in the middle of the storm.

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This was a random little idea that came to me when it rained the other day!! Hope you enjoyed it!☔️

[thescriptorian]

a list of copia headcanons

- copia feels most comfortable on stage in his full papa makeup/mask, it helps him with his self esteem, and he feels anonymous in a way, like he can let go and embrace the performer side of him

- copia struggles with telling the difference between platonic and romantic attraction (or any kind of attraction really) since he didn’t have too much luck in the romance department due to being sheltered by sister imperator

- copia wears his heart on his sleeve, he’s very expressive and giddy almost with his emotions, and isn’t afraid to let it out both in daily life and when performing

- copia likes to touch other people where he initiates the touch (with proper consent ofc), but when other people do the same to him, he gets bashful and withdraws

- copia does best in the sexual department, it’s something he understands completely, and it’s become a part of the performing version of him (“dark sexual energy”)

- copia enjoys making people happy

- copia isn’t very sporty or athletic, he prefers to get his exercise out in the form of dance, which he really enjoys doing

- sister kinda raised copia, she hired a permanent nanny for him and only came by a few times (when she could) to visit and catch up with him, he saw her as his “aunty” but didn’t consider his nanny as his mother

- copia was homeschooled by his nanny, and he took ballet classes after he expressed that he liked dancing, but he stopped going after some of the kids made fun of him for his eye and socially awkward self :(

- TERZO AND COPIA ARE HALF BROTHERS STOP MAKING SHIP ART OF THEM

- copia likes rats, and he had a pet one with markings on his eyes when he was younger before it died of old age, so he has a very soft spot for rodents

- copia didn’t have too much of a real childhood aside from the dance classes, his schooling and the few hours of outside play he had, so he decides to let his inner kid out in his adulthood by playing games and enjoying things for children, like blowing bubbles and riding his tricycle :D

- he would visit the clergy with sister and that’s how he got introduced to the other papas (around 13-14 years old when the visits started)

- eventually he moved full time with the clergy and became a cardinal

- makes random noises involuntarily, it’s kind of a stim sometimes, especially when he can’t think of anything to say

- feels guilty that the other papas had to die for him to become the new frontman, but buries those feels very deep

- genuinely didn’t know that the other papas had to die

- is a little obsessed with cleaning, cannot bear to be around a mess for long, can ignore stuff on stage but it starts to get uncomfortable after a while

- likes to go on massive spending sprees and calls it self care

- watches videos of terzo performing cause he looks up to him and wants to do as well as he did (does the hand outstretched thing as a result)

- likes saying “tesoro” as a petname

- rarely gets angry, he has a fuse longer than human intestines, but once his anger is triggered, it’s hard for him to control and can quickly turn into rage (yes he is the type to jump to violence in this state)

- since secundo was a boxer, this is what got him interested in the sport (that + seestor’s insistence he be more “manly” and stop trying to do ballet) and he and the second papa fought and trained together

[aetherbound]

Sunshine on a Rainy Day

Eddie Munson x Trans!Reader

Summary: Today at school, the seniors were required to take the ACT and the test makes Eddie's mental state plummet. He's never known how to ask for emotional support, but with you by his side, he's brave enough to voice it. And cuddling you is the best medicine Eddie can think of.

AO3

The rainy morning of the ACT always weighed Eddie down like a chained cement block, making him pick at his food and tiredly bury his face inside his hand in dread. You hated to see him so defeated before the test had even started, but you knew it ran deeper than that. Being held back for two years bothered him more than he admitted, but this year would be his year. When he was in the mindset to study, you two would sit down for a good hour or however long to help him. 

And his grades have improved so much since!

Eddie promises that he will shower you with gratitude after graduation, and you insist he didn't need to pay you back, but he was dead set on following through. You still had another semester to left before freedom and you were certain you'd walk the stage with Eddie come May. 

But until then, you had to keep your boyfriend motivated.

During lunch, Eddie had quietly asked you if you wouldn't mind staying with him after school. He was always nervous about asking for emotional support, afraid of being too clingy or overly emotional. It was never a problem and you made sure he knew he wasn't being "too much." You met his needs the best you could by squeezing him tighter than he was you, whispering assurances when he was too drained to speak, and everything under the moon for him. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him and you knew without a doubt Eddie would do the same. 

Because he’s told you countless times before, all said with a sincere smile or a giddy grin. 

Once the bells rang and relieved you of educational obligations for the day, Eddie practically dragged you to his van. Not aggressively or obviously, but with silent urgency. His fingers laced tightly with yours, feeling the familiar indent of his rings press into your skin. You offered squeezes and rubbed his hand with your thumb in response, knowing that it would help ground him. Sometimes that’s all he needed, a simple reminder that he could take a moment to breathe. Other times it wouldn’t solve his distress, but at least alleviate the weight on his chest. 

When you arrived at his trailer, it was like you blinked and he had already fallen into your arms in the safety of his bedroom. You studied the plethora of objects lining his walls to occupy your eyes as Eddie practically buried his head in your shoulder, quietly performing the breathing exercises you taught him. You matched your breathing to a calming pattern, smiling when the uneven hitches to his back dissipated into relaxed rises and falls. Once you sensed the tension leave his aura, you rubbed his back while Eddie absently played with the hems of your shirt. 

"Half of that shit I'll never use. Like, Science is Greek to me and Math is just mental abuse to humans." Eddie groaned, sharing his thought process. "But the English and Reading portions? They're easier, but the questions read like riddles. I overthink it, panic, and bubble it in so I don't run out of time. I was lucky enough to get an eighteen last time, I thought I'd do worse."

"The ACT is literally the shittiest test known to mankind; it doesn't even test intelligence." You reply, frustrated with the education system. "It tests your test taking skills. Even the smarter kids 'score poorly' because of the anxiety that comes with it."

You bite back the urge to go on a rant about how broken the education system truly is, but you remember your original point–and more important one. 

"Don't sell yourself so short, babe. You're a god working with your hands." You praised as he meekly peered up at you. "I've seen you fix lights and pipes like it was a five piece puzzle. Remember when your fridge went out? You made a cooler out of a tote, bubble wrap, and tin foil. And nothing spoiled either!"

You smile and rub his back, watching him blush and avert his gaze. Eddie had a difficult time accepting praise, but with you saying it, it seemed like he processed it better. 

"You don't need booksmarts to be considered smart. And you're in no way ignorant." You insist. "You're so much more brilliant than you think. You have creative solutions to your problems, plus they work much better than a typical answer. You look at things from unconventional angles and see the tiny details. You can fix anything with your hands! You're awesome, babe."

"You always know what to say, Sunshine." Eddie thanked, feeling him smile wide against you. 

He fell silent afterwards to process your words, maybe even attempt to rewire his negative thoughts towards himself. Eddie never expected you to play therapist, but you know he deeply appreciated the attention when needed. When you had rambled off ways to help him rewire his negative thoughts, Eddie listened. His self-esteem still needed work, but he believed in himself more than he had before your relationship began.  

After a long period of silence, you sensed that Eddie was carefully crafting his next words. It was strange how the two of you knew when the other was silent out of comfort and silent out of composition, but you loved it. You loved how synchronized the two of you are.

"I don't mean to bring it up, but you know when you're down about your dysphoria? Saying that your clothes don't fit right or your voice doesn't match?" Eddie quietly spoke, cautious not to spark your discomfort. You nod with a hum, encouraging him. "It's easy for me to say this, but I think you're perfect already. And I'm honored to be a part of your journey."

He always, always, had to return your generous words with heartfelt ones of his own. It was out of fear of seeming selfish, that he was taking more than he should, so he made sure you knew how much he appreciated you. You did the same, but it always made your heart flutter as if it was the first time he gushed over you.

"Eddieee," You shyly groan, prompting him to sit up and hover over you. Your eyes meet loving brown ones, enjoying the quiet moment between you before he continued.

"You are the most [beautiful/handsome] human I have ever met." Eddie warmly smiled, lifting his hand as if being sworn in at court. "Hand to Dio."

You giggle and affectionately swat him, grinning as he seized the opportunity to kiss you. 

"You're getting better at accepting compliments." You praise.

"Am I?" Eddie cocked his head in confusion. 

"Mhm. I think, from the outside looking in, you're doing a lot better mentally." You answer, tipping his nose with your finger. "And I'm glad you trust me enough to let me inside that twisted brain of yours."

"Thank you for letting me into your twisted Wonderland, my dear Cheshire." Eddie smiled, kissing you again. He pressed your foreheads together, briefly losing himself in your eyes. His expression was soft, but firm with sincerity. "I love you."

"I love you too, my maddest Hatter." You return with a grin, catching his lips again before he laid his head back over your chest. 

He loved curling up to you, laying his head your shoulder, and holding you close. It was a nice reversal from the times Eddie held you, losing your fingers inside curled locks as your other arm laid over him. Silence seeped its way back into the room, but you didn't need to speak. As lovely as your conversations can be, you two could exist in comfortable silence. No pressure to break the ice or awkwardly fill the space–just reflecting off each other's energies. 

The light shower of rain had begun to pour harder, striking the roof with a fiercer melody. Hearing the rain bounce off the roof was more intimate than the sound it makes back home, but it was soothing. The only time it caught you off guard was during severe storms, where the water droplets sounded like bullets sprinting out of a gun, as if it could pierce the ceiling. Thunder rumbled overhead, a passive greeting instead of loud explosions in the clouds. It was a soothing ambiance that made it easy to drift off into a peaceful mindset, basking in the serene atmosphere. 

It didn't take long for quiet snores to accompany the rainfall, finding comfort that Eddie could rest after a mentally demanding day. That you could provide a safe space for him to confide in, to hold him in your arms until he felt content leaving the affection. 

You smile and carefully shift your position, leaning your head into the pillow as you followed your beloved in a peaceful sleep.

[reikunrei]

Uhhh can I get Sfw 2 and 11 and Nsfw 1 and 4 for creelclark <3

oh boy let's see if we can figure out what my version of creelarke is like with these ghsjdfkd thank you!!!

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

i feel like they're both pretty clean but scott is much more of like. a normal level of clean. like he has some light clutter, maybe gets class test papers strewn about when he's grading, maybe accidentally lets plates stack up in the sink for a few days, but more or less, he's a pretty tidy person. like nothing is a mess, necessarily, but he's not way over the top in his organization. he's an average joe! if anything, he might be slightly more organized than your average person, what with being a teacher and having to clean up after middle schoolers, but also his hobby of making miniatures requires some level of tight organization!

henry i'm not entirely sure about! i think growing up, his household was relatively strict, and he was allowed to have a tiny bit of normal kid clutter and mess, but when his mom wanted it cleaned up, it had to be cleaned up instantly, and it couldn't be half-assed either. no shoving things under the bed or tucking it far back on a shelf, it has to be properly tidy. and then at the lab, he didn't really have anything to keep clean because... he didn't have anything. so i think when he's living with scott, he maybe doesn't entirely know how to regulate his tidiness? like, he's either 100% spotless, to the point that scott has to tell him it's okay to loosen up a bit, or a mess is created and he doesn't know how to fix it so it just gets worse and worse for a little while until he can actually break it down into baby steps. that never lasts for more than a day though. he seems like the kind of guy that, after his upbringing and his time at the lab, any sort of major clutter totally wigs him out.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

oooh this has my brain ticking a bit... my gut instinct is that they're both shower guys. they prefer showers, it's easier, it's faster, it's simply a task they're trying to complete every day, or every other day.

however, i just got incredibly giddy (and a little sad) about the idea of henry never really having the experience of indulging in a relaxing bubble bath. like, not a bath to make himself clean, but as a way to unwind and just chill for 30 minutes or until the water gets too cold and his fingers prune. scott seems like the kind of man to set aside one day a month or something where he draws a hot bath with some nice scented bubble bath and maybe lights some candles and reads a book (very karen wheeler of him, yes). so when henry divulges that he's never really done that before, scott makes a whole thing out of it, even going out to get specific bubble bath and candles that henry likes the scent of. he makes sure henry has a book to read and maybe even a little glass of wine if he feels so inclined.

i could totally see henry being unsure at first. not because he's put off by it, but because he's sort of like "and i'm just... allowed to relax in here without worrying about getting clean?" and scott's like, yessir!! in the end, henry has a great time and ends up making baths a regular thing when he's not in a rush. and i imagine he and scott have nice baths together sometimes, but they're both a little too lanky for it to be an easy thing every time :p

and i'll put the notsfw ones under the cut!!

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

as much as i want these 40 year old men to fuck nasty all the time, i think it would be really funny if they were the kind of couple to like. schedule their sex. "not on a school night, henry!" that's not to say they don't have spontaneous sex whenever the mood hits, or get a little handsy (or mouth-y) from time to time, but it's more like they want to make a moment out of it, to make sure they have time to do whatever they want, so they set aside hours to be able to do it without being cut short or rushed. in the end, i think they're relatively intimate with one another. like, several times a week, but a decent session of love-making is always marked off on the calendar first.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

the first place that jumped to mind is in scott's garage where his little miniature set is LMAO. putting on quite the show for all the little soldiers!! the first time it happens, scott's a little nervous about it because he doesn't want to break anything and certainly doesn't want to end up making a mess, but ultimately he finds it quite endearing when henry corners him in there and asks for a handy

[labyrinth-runner]

Forged in Fire, Ch 2

Summary: Its the morning after the explosion that destroyed the firehouse and Thorin decides there's more than one explosion that needs to be accounted for.

She was working a double, technically. A dreadful double broken up by a two hour nap on her apartment couch, knowing full well that if she'd slept in her bed she'd never be able to pull herself out of it. Still, she doubted Thorin was sleeping soundly, so she shouldn't either. It was a strange thought, thinking about a man she'd only known of peripherally before that morning. Now he occupied her thoughts as if it was his job.

Part of that was because she was thinking about him, and part of it was because Detective Skywalker kept texting her about how annoying the fire chief was. Padmé rolled her eyes. She was sure he wasn't that bad. Ani was just bad with authority figures who actually acted like authority figures, and at his core, Thorin exuded authority. There was a difference, though, between Thorin and the authority figures at the police department. Thorin was young. Every ounce of respect was earned, not given. Not like Police Chief Yoda who had simply been there the longest.

Tell him to meet me at the crime lab in 30, she texted Ani.

Do you want me to rescue you? I can send him to the wrong one, he replied.

Unlike some people, I don't quite have an issue with authority.

That's because you ARE authority ;p

Padmé blushed, shoving her phone in her purse. Ani always made her feel giddy, kind of like a school girl. Then again, she used to hang out with him when she was younger the summer she'd come to stay with some family and he was just turning ten. He'd been a cute kid then, and he'd grown into an even more handsome man. She tugged on her purple blazer and slung her bag over her shoulder. It was nice out this morning and she hoped the fresh air would wake her up a bit more than the coffee Sabé had given her did. Her heels clicked along the sidewalk as she walked down Main Street. The bus was early, and she just made it on before it pulled away.

The bus was Padmé's secret haven. No one knew who she was on the bus, and everyone on the bus was wonderfully weird. There was the man talking into his sleeve towards the back. The teenager popping ridiculously large bubbles on his nose two rows back. There was the woman with the ugliest poodle in a bag across the aisle. And then there was Padmé, admiring them all and reminding herself that they were the reason she got into her field, to protect them. To find justice for them. To make sure bad things didn't keep happening.

Her stop was approaching, so she stood, her hand clasping around one of the bars suspended from the ceiling. Regardless of how hard she prepared for it, she could never quite keep her balance as the bus stopped.

Ahead of her, the police department loomed. She hated going through the front. She'd make it two feet before getting stopped by everyone trying to curry favor with her and get their cases worked faster. As if the crime lab wasn't already understaffed and underfunded as it was. No, she wasn't dealing with that today. Hiking her purse up further on her shoulder, she rounded the back of the building to the morgue entrance. JarJar was odd, but he was more bearable than the others. Even if he was always injuring himself around the lab. What Padmé wasn't expecting to see back there, though, was a certain fire chief waiting by the back door, two cups in his hand.

He'd showered. That much was evident. He smelled less like acrid smoke and more like balsam and cedar. Like the woods Padmé used to walk in as a child. His hair was pulled into various braids, looking more put together than when she'd seen him earlier.

"Amidala," he said, straightening as soon as he caught sight of her.

"Chief Oakenshield," Padmé said, her brow furrowing. "I hope you haven't been waiting long. I was sure we weren't supposed to meet for another twenty minutes."

"Oh, no, not at all," he said, offering her a cup. He hesitated. "I wasn't sure what you'd drink, but I hope this is okay."

"Bribery will not get your scene processed faster," Padmé said, taking the drink.

"It's more of a peace offering," Thorin admitted. "I had... a rough night and I happened to take it out on you. My nephews told me I have to be better about my temper."

She took a sip, shocked when the liquid coated her tongue. It wasn't what she was expecting. He'd gotten her a gingerbread dirty chai latte. It was so good. The spices were warming and the espresso had enough of a zing that she could already feel the caffeine pumping through her veins. Or maybe that was just the sugar high talking. Either way, she wasn't complaining.

He waited patiently for her verdict, an eyebrow raised.

"Peace offering accepted," she told him, taking a moment to look at the cup. "Where did you get this from?"

"A friend owns a coffee shop book store combo," he said with a shrug.

"It's very good," she said, badging into the back door and holding it open for him.

He followed her through the lab towards her office. He looked around the lab curiously, watching the various experiments with fascination. For a smaller lab, it was busy. He'd dodged out of the way on a handful of occasions as Rabé rushed around gathering supplies for whatever she was trying to simulate. Padmé gently guided the fire chief into her office. Her desk was a hot mess, she realized with a cringe. She placed her drink on the one clear corner and worked to quickly organize all the files open across the desk.

Thorin took no notice of it, instead looking at the various degrees and awards on the wall. "You're quite accomplished."

Padmé shrugged. "I've been given a lot of opportunities in life. I've been very fortunate." Once her desk was clear, she sat down and logged into her computer.

"Amidala--"

"Padmé," she corrected. "If you're going to be working with me closely, please call me Padmé."

He rubbed the side of his cup with his thumb, a little unsure of himself. "Padmé... I see that you're hurting for help. Perhaps I could assist more with the investigation? Science was once of my favorite subjects in school, although I was mostly fascinated by the lectures on combustion-"

"That's not necessary."

Thorin's fist curled at his side. "I don't think you understand what the impact that explosion was."

"Oh, but I do," she replied. "You're too close to it to be objective. No, I called you here to inform you that I've already sent an email to Legolas to help. I was hoping you'd give me a list of potential suspects."

"Legolas?!" He raised his voice. Padmé raised her brow at him and he took a deep breath, trying again in a normal volume. "Padmé, these are my people. That was my home. I will be the one to solve this and bring us back."

"I believe the term you're looking for is conflict of interest," she shot back.

"And what of the bribe?"

"Oh so it was a bribe."

"You are the most frustrating woman."

"That is not the first time I've been told that, and I doubt it will be the last."

"I will be on this case."

"Well I don't know who you're going to talk to about it, but you won't get any farther with me."

"Unbelievable," he muttered, turning to leave.

"Should you feel the need for a peace offering for this outburst, this drink would suffice. I expect an email of potential suspects by tomorrow," she said with a smirk, watching him leave. Part of her felt a little bad about riling him up, but it was so easy, and he had done the same thing to her earlier. Still... that blue fire in his eyes had gripped her chest and held her in place. She'd almost wanted to give in just to spend more time with him. Almost.

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 58

The sound of the pouring rain outside and the inaudible chatter of customers in the background felt like home as she stared at the slow spinning of the brown bubble on her coffee. Some people were dismayed about the gloomy weather, but a few in that cafe were blissful, taking a break from their hustles outside.

Jiwoo, like the others around her, was taking her time to breathe from work by staring at the busy street under the pouring rain. With a cup of joe on the golden brown mahogany table in front of her, she indulged herself in a mini photoshoot of the subject: the lone coffee cup.

Satisfied with the shots, Jiwoo had the feeling to snap a photo of herself sitting on the gray cushioned couch. Tilting her phone to a certain angle to hide her unflattering aspects, she got to see a beautiful her. She was proud as she checked her photos until she heard the music playing all over the place.

She couldn't help but feel giddy about the song. It had been years since she heard that song. She read in a post that there are things in this world that unlock a person's core memories—whether it's a smell, taste, sound, look, feel, or hear. With a single thing, she began to remember all the feelings she had when she was younger.

She began to wonder all the what-ifs and all the things she could have done in the past with the wisdom and knowledge she has now. Will she be able to experience those things still? Or will everything change and be forgotten?

Jiwoo woke up from a light tap on her shoulder. It was the server at the cafe. She didn't notice that she fell asleep after thinking so much. What surprised her was that she had her coffee not too long ago. She looked outside, and the rain had already ceased. She thanked the server and even gave her a tip before she stood from her seat.

"Leaving so soon?" Her uncle Wooseok was sitting at another table, looking as handsome as he did during his prime. She smiled and greeted him with a hug. "You could have given me a call if you're out here spending time alone," he said.

"I'll make sure to do that next time," Jiwoo smiled. "This cafe somehow reminds me of the old one I used to work at," she commented.

"Well, there are things we have to keep and things we have to let go. It was a great place, to be honest," Wooseok sighed, remembering the good old days. He quietly looked at Jiwoo with fondness the same way he would look at her when she was little. Wooseok, a bachelor still, always saw Jiwoo as his own no matter what. "Have you visited your mom?"

"I actually plan to spend the weekend at home, for Woojae's birthday," she smiled. "You must be there. You really have to be there," she said, holding her uncle's hand.

"Alright. I will be there," he chuckled. Jiwoo gave him a big tight hug before she left the cafe. Her uncle Wooseok had given up the cafe for commercial property reasons, but he was able to pull himself back by moving it to another location and successfully constructing a couple more branches in the city.

Jiwoo's parents were very healthy and happy now that her father had retired from work. They were able to purchase a piece of land in his hometown, where he grew vegetables for the local market. Woojae had grown into a wonderful high school student at Segye High School. He was still the sweet, thoughtful kid that Jiwoo always loved.

~

It was a spring day in the year 2023. Jiwoo received an invitation from the school's president about the high school homecoming of all graduates from Segye High School. A mix of excitement, anxiousness, and curiosity dwelled in her mind as she read the details and immediately confirmed her attendance. She began to wonder how her friends were now. It had been so long since they last met. They were together for a year after graduation, but university life had taken a toll on each of them until they no longer met. It was like an untold goodbye for Jiwoo, who remained still for her friends to come back anytime, until she too had to leave.

"Noona," her train of thoughts were cut when Woojae knocked on her door. "Dinner's ready."

"I'll be there," she replied and closed her computer. She then followed Woojae downstairs. Woojae had prepared bibimbap, her favorite for dinner. "Wow, looks good."

"Well, I had to make it because you seemed down these days. Is everything okay?" He asked. Jiwoo still couldn't accept the fact that Woojae had become a teenager who was so thoughtful and not rebellious. He had been so good at taking care of her despite being young.

"Hmm, I went to Uncle's cafe," she said while stuffing her mouth with food. "And it somehow reminded me about my friends back then."

Woojae sighed, "Don't tell me you miss them?"

"Of course, I do," Jiwoo replied. "You'll get there when you grow old."

"You're not that old, noona," he replied. "It's just that every time you think about them, you get sad, especially when you remember Euns—" He stopped halfway, realizing that he should not mention the man who became his sister's world but disappeared. "Dad wanted us to sell this house and move to a better apartment," he changed the topic.

"What's wrong with this house?" she asked. "It's well-maintained and could use a little renovation."

"Dad wants us to find a better place, noona," he tried to explain to his sister without telling her that she should move on.

"Hmm, I'll stay here, Woojae. If dad needs money, I can give it to him. I am doing well at my job," she assured her younger brother. "I've made a couple of investments too, so we don't really need to sell this house."

"Noona, I want you to be happy. I can take care of myself here," Woojae began to cry. He watched his sister sacrifice her adolescent life working to the bones when their dad got into an accident. Her savings in high school, which were supposed to be for her college fees, were all spent on the medical fees for her dad until he recovered. She did a lot of odd jobs and barely slept. She barely had time for herself, which made her lose the person she cherished. "Noona, we are okay now. You really should be living for yourself, not for us."

Jiwoo works as an art and humanities assistant professor at Sejong University. She is still pursuing her doctorate degree, which keeps her busy. Her job is fulfilling, and the students are all pleasant. Despite working there for three years, she hasn't encountered any familiar faces. During lunch with her coworkers, her phone rang, reminding her about the reunion later in the evening. She almost forgot about it, shocking her. She hadn't prepared anything, not even a dress. The reunion would take place in Segye High School's gymnasium, with an elite catering service managing the food and decorations. She wondered who planned such an extravagant event. With just two hours to prepare, she quickly finished her meal and sought permission from her boss to leave work early.

Being one of the favorite professors at Sejong University, Jiwoo's boss granted her permission to leave early.

She rushed to an upscale fashion store in the city, embarking on a treasure hunt for the perfect outfit. As an art major, Jiwoo had learned the basics of mixing and matching clothes and had interned as an assistant fashion coordinator for a famous magazine. Despite her introverted nature, Jiwoo had come a long way, learning how to prepare for an event like a reunion. She aimed to make a lasting impression.

After shopping, she headed to the salon to have her long hair styled. She had gorgeous black hair that reached her waist, but due to her busy schedule, she decided to cut it a few inches down her shoulders for the event. She also opted for a full glam makeup look that would complement her outfit, drawing inspiration from photos on her phone.

To give herself space and privacy as she prepared, Jiwoo booked a hotel room for the night. Standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, she gave herself affirmations. She felt anxious, not knowing who would be at the reunion. The thought of seeing Eunseok embarrassed her.

The memory of the night when everything seemed too hard haunted her. Her dad hospitalized, finances dropping, and her mind falling apart. Jiwoo didn't know if her life's difficulties would be temporary, and Eunseok, who loved her deeply, wanted to help. But she refused, feeling small and ashamed. She decided to break up with him and push him away. Since then, she never saw him again.

A tear fell as she remembered the pain she caused him. Despite the passage of time, Jiwoo still loved him. She hadn't dated anyone else. If she could turn back time, she would have held onto him and faced life's challenges together. If only she could.

The Segye High School was buzzing with activity, filled with cars in the parking spaces, and the gymnasium alive with music and people dancing. It felt like a school festival reminiscent of the old days, with laughter, sharing life's journeys, and a happy atmosphere.

Anton and Suyoung arrived at the venue, drawing attention as they linked arms. The crowd's focus shifted to them as they witnessed world-class cellist Anton Lee walking with Suyoung. Sohee, who was talking with Hanbin and Minseul, recently married, noticed them.

"I thought you two aren't together," Hanbin remarked upon seeing Sohee give Suyoung a kiss.

"We kinda remained lowkey and kept everything to ourselves. Our wedding wasn't grand, just a few friends and family," Suyoung explained.

"So, Jiwoo knew?" Minseul inquired. "I haven't seen her in ages."

"We haven't heard from her in a long time," Anton replied, his tone tinged with sadness. Anton deeply loved Jiwoo, and her sudden disappearance without a trace affected him profoundly. He didn't know what happened and couldn't find her.

"Oh my god, is she—" Minseul began to speculate the worst, but Suyoung immediately stopped her. "What about Eunseok?"

"Hmm, they broke up? I am not sure. Haven't heard of him in years," Suyoung shared.

"Well, I can sense the sadness here. We all miss each other, but it's not the end of time," Sohee tried to comfort them. "Anton, can you keep Suyoung company here? You can sit at that table," he gestured. "I have to meet Seunghan and Wonbin."

"Oh my gosh! They're coming?" Suyoung gasped in excitement.

"I'm not sure if Ji's phone number is still the same. I haven't really seen her for such a long time. Ever since her dad got into an accident, she had been so busy trying to make ends meet. I couldn't even have time to check on her because it was my finals…" Seunghan explained as he walked with Wonbin to the gymnasium. Wonbin had just arrived from New York, dressed all in black with his hair reaching his shoulders and thin-rimmed specs completing his look for the evening. Seunghan, on the other hand, worked as a general manager in a huge food company. "I am actually worried about not seeing her."

Wonbin stopped, "Don't you think she will hate us?" He asked, turning to Seunghan, who immediately shook his head sideways. "That's Jiwoo. If we are worried about it, how much do you think she will do? I mean, I wouldn't miss this opportunity if I were in her shoes. And I.. I wouldn't miss this opportunity too. So, she'll be fine. I am sure she will be here.." Wonbin assured.

"Wonbin! Seunghan!"

The two men turned their heads to see Sohee waving at them. Their faces lit up, and they instantly forgot that they were not teenagers anymore, running to each other and hugging.

"What the hell! How come you didn't invite us to your wedding?" Seunghan asked as he ruffled Sohee's hair.

"Whoa, easy with the hair! My wife took hours to fix that." Sohee chuckled, pulling away from his friends' hands. "Anton and Suyoung are inside. Did you know Minseul and Hanbin got married too??"

"Whoa! Really?" Wonbin asked, eyes widened in shock. He remembered the time Minseul pretended to flirt with him when they were younger. "Wow, sure time flies fast." He laughed.

"I am so glad you came here," Sohee sighed and ushered his friends to go inside.

~

Sungchan and Miyoung broke up after high school. Sungchan decided to take a break for a year while Miyoung pursued her studies, but they remained great friends. However, Miyoung found new love and was already engaged, while Sungchan remained single. He was waiting for Shotaro at the school front gate. He became closest to Shotaro, feeling like they were on the same level, and Shotaro had been his best friend during the tough times. His smile appeared when he saw Shotaro riding his motorcycle. He stopped and had Sungchan hop on before driving inside the school.

"I heard everyone's there. Eunseok's not really coming?" Shotaro asked and only received a shrug from the latter. "Well, I am in charge of the RSVP, and Jiwoo confirmed her attendance. You better tell him that she's coming. I am sure your friend has been waiting for her…"

~

Eunseok was inside his car stranded in the traffic along the main road. He had an appointment at 7 at the Hyatt Hotel, one of the blind dates his mom set up for him. Tired of meeting different girls every month, he rubbed his temples to ease his headache from the stagnant flow of the road when his phone rang.

It was Sungchan calling about the reunion.

"Hey, I have an appointment. I don't think I can—" He stopped when he heard Sungchan's news.

"Everyone is here," Sungchan said from the other line. "I mean, everyone will be here. Shotaro confirmed the RSVP."

Eunseok's heart began to race when his thoughts started to think about Jiwoo, seeing her again. "Wait… Is she there?"

"Well, you have to come here and see," Sungchan replied and immediately ended the call. Eunseok was left dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Are they pulling a prank on him? If they do, this isn't a good prank at all. He began to think of a lot of possibilities that Jiwoo might be there. He didn't want to miss this opportunity; he didn't know when he would see her again.

"Sir, we are at the hotel now," his driver announced after stopping the car in front of the entrance gate. Eunseok paused for a moment and thought. He had to reject the blind date he had tonight for the unsure opportunity of meeting Jiwoo again at Segye High School. He doesn't know if she is going to talk to him, but all he knows is that he will give up everything he owns just to be with her again. He stepped out of the car and fixed his suit before walking into the hotel. He went straight to the lobby where he saw his date. He was about to take steps towards her, but his eyes caught a familiar face.

It was Jiwoo in the flesh, holding onto the arms of a man while walking out of the elevator. His entire world stopped when he saw her again after all these years looking so happy and beautiful. He couldn't control his emotions and even himself. He walked past his date and went to grab Jiwoo's hand that was holding onto the other man's arm.

"Shim Jiwoo," he spoke, as if her name was the only reason he breathed.

Jiwoo, surprised to see Eunseok in the hotel she was staying at, couldn't form a word to say to him. The way he looked at the man she was with, she could see the pain in his eyes.

"Eunseok-hyung?" the man spoke, making Eunseok get back to his senses and looked at the man who spoke his name. "Eunseok-hyung…"

"Hyung?" Eunseok stammered, turning to Jiwoo for answers. She looked hesitant, but she was able to pull her hand away from his hold.

"It has been a long time since we last saw each other," she smiled, "This is Woojae now."

"Woojae?" Eunseok stammered once more and realized that the little brother Jiwoo loved had become a young man he barely recognized. "Woojae!" He smiled as he pulled the boy for an embrace. "I'm sorry I did not recognize you."

"I heard a lot about it," Woojae chuckled, returning the embrace to his older friend. "What are you doing here, hyung?" Woojae seemed to have taken the conversation with Eunseok after seeing his sister's reaction to seeing him all too sudden.

"I was—" Eunseok was about to speak when a woman dressed in white, with orange wavy hair, tapped his shoulder. She looked sophisticated and was totally in the same league as Eunseok.

"I thought you saw me," she said, linking her arm with Eunseok. "I can't believe you are ignoring your date!" she huffed.

Jiwoo smiled; she felt the woman was trying to make a point with those words that she quietly tugged onto her brother's arm. "It seems we caught you in the middle of something, hyung. We'll be going to the reunion," Woojae said and slowly excused themselves.

Eunseok watched Jiwoo walked away without saying a word to him. He knew he would never have a chance to speak to her again if he let this slip.

"Shall we have dinner, Eunseok?" the woman asked as she was still holding onto his arm, but Eunseok gently pulled his arm from her hold.

"I'm sorry Hana, I came here to tell you that I am sorry. I really do," Eunseok said and was ready to follow Jiwoo, but Hana grabbed his hand once more.

"This is the 4th time our parents planned this date, Song Eunseok." She frowned. "Is she the one you've been waiting for?" she asked.

"I'd rather die than miss this chance to talk to her," he replied, on the verge of tears when he looked at her. Hana's hold slowly loosened and finally let go of him. He thanked her and ran after Jiwoo, but it was too late. She had already left.

[ladysunamireads]

New Kid

New Kid by Lulatic

As usually happened after seeing Shou, Ritsu would find himself wishing there had been... more to it. That he could call Shou, or text him or something. Ask him what the hell he was doing with the staff room's coffee machine, or talk about the gross meat... thing they'd had at the school's cafeteria. But hanging out with Shou was always something definitive; Ritsu had no way to contact Shou, to talk to him or see him without Shou himself just... showing up.

Then, laying in bed half asleep, Ritsu realized he'd see Shou tomorrow. And the day after that, and after that. Something giddy bubbled up his chest and into his lungs, keeping him awake way too late.

Words: 2537, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of School Days

Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kageyama Ritsu, Suzuki Shou

Relationships: Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou, Kageyama Ritsu & Suzuki Shou

Additional Tags: Pining, Fluff, Anxiety, Ritsu being. possessive?, but in that kid way that's like 'Shou is my friend why isnt he paying attention to me :(', Middle School, Shou's first day at school, ritsu babysits him without realizing it, soft and sweet, Kageyama Ritsu-centric

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42462603

[nxmeolvides]

starter for @selfless-desires starring the kids, wrestling, and a whole bunch of happiness.

Ana could barely believe that she’d almost missed this. 

To be fair, it wasn’t as if she’d really seen the appeal in wrestling before. It was a lot of boys, a lot of egos, and a lot of sweat, all packed into one gymnasium. Not to mention even watching it required time that she wasn’t sure she had to spare. Every school event got treated the same way, a mental calculation on if she had the spare hours, and if she’d even enjoy it enough to be worth being there. Even now, from the moment she’d first sat down on the bench, a familiar clock had been ticking down in the back of her head. There was just still so much to do. Helping out at home, because her mother was on a night shift again. She still had to catch up on schoolwork, and there was Maria to try to call- wasn’t it stupid of her, to do silly things like this instead?

But then she’d met Leland’s eyes, and all of that had melted away. 

There was just something about him. 

He always had this way of making her feel better, like she was right where she was supposed to be. He’d smile at the sight of her, his entire face seeming to light up as if it could barely contain it, and an answering burst of warmth would flutter within her chest. Ana knew it didn’t mean anything too special, had seen his grins and laughter directed at just about every one of his friends. But logic didn’t seem to change how her heart worked - not that she was even remotely close to understanding that part of herself.

The wrestling matches themselves, however, had been like a whirlwind to witness. Terminologies and tactics had kept blowing over her head, leaving Ana scrambling to understand what was right and wrong, when to cheer and when to disapprove. The bodies around her became as much of a guide for that as the referee - though she still ended up missing at least a couple of cues.

But, most often, she found herself looking at Leland. First because of… well, her own reasons. But also because he was the best person to watch in the room. His expressions were like a textbook for her on the do’s and don'ts: each little scrunch of his nose or widening of his eyes tucked away in her memory. He could light up the room, the way he got when one of his teammates was close to winning- and maybe she found herself wishing that she’d come to see these matches much earlier.

The minutes just slipped away after that. Little grains of sand through her fingers as Ana let herself get wrapped up in the atmosphere. She clapped, she cheered, and when Leland finally got his chance to shine, she was louder than everyone else in that room. Finally, she could see him in motion, see every moment he’d spent talking to her about the sport paid off, and when the referee raised his hand Ana had shot out of her seat like a primed slingshot.

Yes, the glances she’d gotten from classmates for it had been a little embarrassing. But she hollered for him anyway. It was worth it, seeing him that happy. 

And the elation within her just kept building up, after that, fuelled by a concoction of feelings Ana couldn’t quite name. It felt like she’d drank too much soda, the bubbles fizzing in her gut, the nerves and excitement and happiness growing to a type of crescendo that she rarely experienced. Ana excused herself from her spot on the bench, inching on over to the side of the bleachers, working her way down the side of the gym as she tried catching Leland’s eye again.

She just wanted to congratulate him. Face to face, instead of from all the way up there on the bleachers. That same giddy energy kept radiating from her, all the way up until she finally managed to reach him - the other competitors surrounding them be damned.

“You did it! You really – Leland, that was amazing.”

The praise falls from her lips so easily, the happiness radiating from her face a far cry from her usual, more reserved smiles. “I can’t believe I didn’t come and see this earlier. I mean, I still don’t quite get all of it, but the way you took him down there? Amazing.”