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[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ||

A/n: Was told to write my dad! Steve idea so here it is.

The delivery room was too bright. That was the first thing Steve noticed when he stumbled in, hair a mess, eyes wide with fear and awe. The nurse barely had time to pull a gown over his Hawkins High sweatshirt before she was ushering him closer to you—sweat-drenched, trembling, beautiful even in the middle of what looked like hell.

“Hey… hey, I’m here.” His voice cracked as he grabbed your hand.

You squeezed it so hard his knuckles popped, but he didn’t complain. He leaned close, brushing damp hair from your forehead with trembling fingers. “You’re doing so good, baby. So damn good. I’m right here.”

He didn’t realize he was crying until a tear hit your shoulder.

And then—everything happened all at once. A cry tore through the room. Not yours. Not his.

A tiny cry.

Steve froze.

The nurse held up something impossibly small, wrapped in a soft hospital blanket, still a little messy, but warm and alive and theirs.

“A little girl,” the nurse said with a smile. “She’s perfect.”

Steve’s legs nearly gave out.

The nurse asked if he wanted to hold her.

He nodded wordlessly, his hands shaking as he peeled off the gloves and held them out. His palms were sweaty. His heart pounded.

And then—she was there. In his arms.

So small. Her whole body fit between his elbows. Her face was red and scrunched, her hands balled into little fists, but when her eyes fluttered open—blue, deep blue like his—Steve forgot how to breathe.

“Hi,” he whispered, voice wrecked with disbelief. “I’m your dad. Holy shit.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry—language. Gotta work on that. God, you’re so… real.”

You watched him through bleary, exhausted eyes as he sat in the chair beside your bed, cradling her like she was spun glass. His shoulders hunched protectively. He looked terrified—but there was something else there, too.

Wonder.

Love.

Purpose.

When her tiny fingers curled around one of his, Steve made a sound—half-laugh, half-sob—and leaned down, his forehead resting lightly against hers.

“I didn’t think I’d be good at this,” he whispered. “But I swear to you, I’m gonna try so damn hard. I’m gonna protect you. Both of you.”

He looked over at you then, eyes glossy and soft. “Thank you. For her. For everything.”

You reached out, and he scooted closer so your fingers brushed her cheek, and for the first time since the test turned positive, since the panic and judgment and late-night crying—

You weren’t scared.

Because Steve Harrington was holding your baby like she was the most precious thing on Earth.

You’d barely gotten any sleep when the door burst open and a chaotic chorus of voices filled the hospital room.

“STEVE-OH MY GOD.”

“Is that her?!”

“Shut up, Dustin—don’t yell, she’s literally a baby.”

“Move! I wanna see first—”

“Max, you pushed me—”

“Guys,” Will said gently, “you’re scaring the nurses.”

“El, don’t let Mike smother her—!”

“I’m not!”

You barely had time to sit up straighter in the hospital bed before Robin marched in like she owned the place, arms full of flowers, balloons, and a tiny onesie that said “Hair Like Daddy, Attitude Like Mommy.”

Steve was already standing near the bassinet, half-smiling and fully panicked, gently rocking your daughter in his arms as the entire gang crowded around him with starry eyes and zero boundaries.

“Alright, alright—chill!” he said, laughing nervously. “Hands off unless you’re a certified baby professional.”

“Oh please,” Robin said, tossing her bag of goodies onto the chair and walking straight over. “You’ve had a kid for two days and now you’re an expert?”

She leaned in close and then froze.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “She’s real. She’s really real.”

Steve beamed. “Yeah… she’s mine.”

Robin looked between him and the baby—then you—then back again. She blinked, squinting.

“Okay. But how the hell did you end up with someone this cute?” she asked, deadpan, pointing at the baby. “I mean—don’t get me wrong—you’ve got the hair, you’ve got the arms, sometimes a personality—but this? This is peak adorableness. You peaked.”

“Robin,” Steve groaned, face turning pink. “Not in front of my daughter.”

“She doesn’t understand sarcasm yet, Steve. You’ve got time.”

El stepped forward next, holding a tiny bouquet of wildflowers she’d picked herself. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, eyes wide and glowing. “Like a doll.”

“She’s better than a doll,” Max said, peering over Steve’s shoulder. “She cries and poops and can probably already roll her eyes like Steve.”

“Max!.”

“What? It’s true.”

Will stayed close to the back, smiling shyly until you waved him forward. “You want to hold her?”

He hesitated. “I… can I?”

“Of course,” Steve said softly. “Just… support her head.”

Will took her gently, his hands careful, eyes wide. “Wow,” he whispered. “She’s so small. But warm. Like… alive.”

Everyone stared at him.

“Dude,” Mike muttered, “of course she’s alive.”

Lucas was next, pretending not to care—until she gripped his pinkie with surprising strength.

“She’s got Steve’s grip,” Lucas muttered. “Poor kid.”

Robin took a million mental photos and nearly cried when the baby yawned.

Dustin grinned so wide his cheeks hurt. “This is so weird, man. Steve Harrington? A dad? I mean—I knew you’d end up soft eventually, but this is like… baby Bjorn soft.”

“Don’t you dare buy me a baby Bjorn,” Steve warned.

“Oh, it’s already in my shopping cart.”

Mike finally stepped up, awkward but clearly trying. “She’s cool,” he muttered. “And… congrats or whatever.”

Steve gave him a playful nudge. “Thanks, dude.”

Then Eleven looked at Steve, thoughtful.

“You’re good with her,” she said simply. “Like you were with us. But even better.”

Steve’s throat tightened unexpectedly. He looked down at the baby in his arms, who blinked up at him like he was the whole world.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “She kinda makes everything better.”

Robin nudged his shoulder with a smirk. “You’re a total sap now, Harrington.”

He rolled his eyes, but his grin gave him away.

“Yeah,” he said. “I really am.”

Steve was glowing. He wouldn’t stop grinning as he held his daughter—Lila—snug against his chest like she was made of starlight. Everyone was crowding around her again, their voices hushed now, as if the awe had finally sunk in.

Robin stood behind him, chin on his shoulder. Max leaned on the edge of your hospital bed, chewing on a Twizzler and pretending not to be emotional.

“She really is perfect,” Robin whispered, peeking at the baby’s button nose and soft pout. “Like—Disney-princess baby perfect.”

Max snorted under her breath. “No offense, Steve, but she didn’t get that from you.”

“Excuse me?” Steve blinked. “Have you seen my face?”

Robin smirked and leaned in closer to Max. “Let’s be real… all the cuteness? That’s pure her.” She nodded toward you.

Max nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Hair, lips, cheeks. Total mini-me situation.”

You felt your cheeks flush, blinking between the two of them. “Guys…”

“No, no—don’t get all modest,” Robin teased, sliding her arm around your shoulder like she was presenting a prize. “You carried her for nine months and still managed to give birth to a literal cherub. We’re allowed to hype you up.”

Max tossed her candy wrapper at Steve. “Just be glad she didn’t get your weird chin dimple.”

“I like my chin dimple!”

Robin raised her brows. “Lila would like it. If she had it. Which she doesn’t. Because she’s gorgeous.”

Steve rolled his eyes but smiled helplessly, kissing the top of his daughter’s head. “Fine. You win. She gets her cuteness from her mom.”

He looked at you then, something so soft and full in his eyes it made your chest ache.

“And thank God for that.”

[kangshxrtie]

55 . my girl..friend (written)

once you read her text, you sprinted to the window—half-expecting it to be a joke. but sure enough, there daniela stood, hands behind her back and a soft glow from the porch light hitting her just right. somewhere nearby, you could hear “get you” by daniel caesar playing.

“you know,” you called down to her, “i always thought you were joking about doing this.”

“i’m so serious about everything, y/n,” daniela replied, looking up at you, completely earnest.

“i can tell,” you said, heart already beating faster.

“so um…” she cleared her throat and pulled a jbl speaker from behind her back, holding it up like it was sacred. “i didn’t have access to an actual radio or anything, so this’ll have to do.”

“actually unserious,” you said, laughing as you shook your head.

“but you like this about me,” she smirked.

“i really do,” you said softly.

she took a deep breath. “okay—so. i came here because i really, really like you. and i don’t wanna lose you to anyone else. i was literally here first, but i also hope i’ve shown you how much i wanna be with you. i waited because i wanted to prove it and make sure i deserved you before asking. so... y/n... will you finally be my girlfriend? so i can actually mean it when i call you my girl?”

you didn’t even hesitate.

“of fucking course!” you shouted from the window.

“let’s gooooo!” daniela immediately jumped up, throwing her hands in the air. 

“i’m coming down,” you called, already halfway to the door.

you burst outside with your shoes only halfway on and ran straight into her arms, crashing your lips into hers. she caught you easily, her arms locking around your waist while your hands tangled behind her neck. you kissed like it was your first and last time all at once—until the need for air forced you to break apart. you were both grinning at eachother as you looked into each other’s eyes.

“this is for you,” daniela said, reaching down to grab a bouquet of flowers that had been resting behind her speaker.

you laughed, brushing your fingers over the petals. “they’re beautiful.”

“i had a whole dance number planned, too,” she admitted sheepishly. “but you came down too fast.”

“you can still do it,” you said, stepping back with a teasing smile. “i insist.”

“wait—now?” daniela blinked.

“yes, dani. this is part of the confession.”

“you’re really gonna make me earn this, huh?” she sighed dramatically.

“i’ve been waiting for this moment.”

with a defeated laugh, she turned and gave a quick signal to someone hiding behind a nearby bush (probably manon). the speaker switched tracks smoothly to “can you stand the rain” by new edition.

daniela dramatically rolled her shoulders, pointed to the sky like she was on stage at the vmas, and began hitting moves with actual choreography—body rolls, smooth glides, a perfect spin right into a michael jackson point directly at you.

“wait. why is this good?” you blinked. 

“told you i was serious,” daniela smirked mid-dance. 

and when she hit the chorus, she brought out full-on boy band energy: chest clutching, kneeling into the ground, and throwing a wink at you during “storms will come, this we know for sure…”

she landed on her knee with her hand outstretched toward you like it was a proposal.

it was over-the-top. it was extra. it was so her.

you walked over, pretending to take her hand solemnly like she’d just finished a final performance on america’s got talent.

“damn you really show why i like you more and more everyday,” you whispered, cheeks hurting from smiling.

“i’m glad because i’m crazy about you,” she whispered back.

then she yanked you down onto the ground with her, still breathless from the dancing, pulling you into another kiss—deeper this time, slower, her hand slipping behind your neck to hold you there.

when you pulled back, foreheads resting together, she murmured, “you’re mine now, officially. i’m never letting go.”

“good,” you said. “because i wasn’t planning on leaving.”

the speaker, still softly playing r&b in the background, faded into a slower track. you both lay back in the grass, your head on her shoulder, fingers intertwined, the flowers still clutched in your hand.

“you said you were with manon?” you asked after a moment, glancing back toward the car.

“yep, she’s in the passenger seat,” daniela nodded, completely unbothered.

“and you just left her in there?” you blinked.

“she’ll be fine,” daniela waved it off.

“at least let her come and hang out with us,” you offered.

“why would we invite her?” daniela asked, genuinely confused.

“because i feel bad leaving her in the car like an abandoned child,” you said.

“i told you, she’s fine. she’s probably asleep,” daniela sighed. 

“dani. be for real.”

“she said she didn’t want to come inside!” daniela defended. “i offered. she said and i quote: ‘if you two are gonna be doing couple shit, i’d rather be alone in here.’”

“that… sounds like manon,” you admitted.

“i even cracked a window like she’s a dog or something,” daniela smirked.

“you’re the worst,” you said, but you were already giggling. “can we at least bring her snacks or something?”

“we were literally at the store before we came here, she’s fine,” daniela said.

“that’s your sister from another mother and father; you can’t treat her like that.” you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile. 

“i love her, obviously,” daniela said as she pulled you close by the waist, guiding you to lie on your side so you were face-to-face. “but right now? i just wanna be here with you, and maybe get back to that very important couple shit we were doing earlier.”

you leaned in, resting your hands on her waist. “we can… whenever you don’t have manon locked in a car.”

“ugh, fine. i’ll go get her,” daniela groaned as she sat up.

you stayed sprawled on the grass, watching the stars blink lazily above you. a few moments later, daniela returned, with manon trailing behind her.

“was taking me home not an option?” manon deadpanned.

“i’m too lazy to drive back,” daniela said, already flopping down beside you and reclaiming her spot.

manon scanned the scene: the two of you curled up together, content as hell. “i don’t know what’s worse—being locked in that car or being a third wheel on the lawn like this.”

“come lay down with us,” you patted the empty space on your other side invitingly.

“i’m not getting in the grass to be in some freaky ass threesome with yall,” manon muttered.

“nobody said anything about that,” daniela said, rolling her eyes.

“just saying, if y’all start making out while i’m down here, i’m swinging,” manon warned as she reluctantly laid down.

“we wouldn’t do that in front of you,” you said.

“ugh, speak for yourself,” daniela groaned dramatically.

“we could lowkey become a throuple,” you teased.

“absolutely not,” both girls said at the same time.

“y/n, i swear—” manon sat up, pointing a warning finger. “this is not a polycule. i’m just here to be the fun aunt.”

“group cuddle?” you offered.

“no,” she said immediately. “…fine.” and then she leaned against your shoulder anyway.

daniela groaned but didn’t argue, just tucked herself tighter into your side.

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Day 2: Chocolate

The kitchen of cafeteria was supposed to be a place of productivity. Supposed to be. The First Years had gathered with the noble intention of making chocolates for Valentine’s Day, but—predictably—things had gone south. Fast.

At first, everything was going smoothly. Yuu was carefully tempering chocolate, Jack was measuring ingredients with precision, and Sebek was grumbling about the importance of proper technique. Ortho, ever the enthusiastic helper, was calculating the exact temperature needed for the perfect consistency.

Then came Ace. "Hey, Deuce, catch!"

A spoonful of melted chocolate sailed through the air. Deuce, ever the earnest fool, turned just in time for the warm, sticky mess to splatter against his cheek.

"Ace! What the hell?!" Deuce sputtered, reaching for a handful of cocoa powder in retaliation.

Before anyone could intervene, he hurled it. Ace ducked, and instead, the cloud of cocoa dust exploded over Grim, coating his fur in a fine layer of brown.

"ACK! MY BEAUTIFUL FUR! HOW DARE YOU?!" Grim screeched, immediately retaliating with a swipe of his paw—unfortunately dunked in melted chocolate.

That was the breaking point.

In an instant, the kitchen descended into absolute chaos.

Epel, cackling like a mischief-making imp, flicked chocolate at Ortho, who merely tilted his head in amusement before engaging battle mode—activating his mechanical arms to spray whipped cream in retaliation. Ace and Deuce had devolved into an all-out war, hurling chocolate at each other with no regard for collateral damage. Jack, despite his initial attempt at maintaining order, got dragged into it when Epel jumped on his back to gain higher ground, smearing chocolate on his uniform and hair in the process.

Sebek, furious, tried to stop them. "SILENCE, YOU INSOLENT HUMA—ACK!" A rogue truffle smacked him directly in the forehead. His rage-fueled tirade was cut short as Yuu, in an attempt to escape the madness, slipped on a puddle of melted chocolate and collided straight into Sebek and Jack, taking all three of them down in a pile of sugar, cocoa, and regret.

It was at that exact moment that Professor Crewel walked in.

The room went silent.

Crewel took in the sight before him: a kitchen in ruins, cocoa powder floating in the air like smoke from an explosion, Grim furiously licking his paws clean, and his so-called “responsible students”—Yuu, Jack, and Sebek—absolutely drenched in chocolate, his eye twitched.

"Yuu, Jack, Sebek—you pups were supposed to be the responsible ones!" he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. "You're more caked in chocolate than they are!"

Sebek opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Crewel held up a gloved hand. "Not. Another. Word."

Ace, still holding a chocolate truffle covered in chocolate, turned his head toward Deuce with a smirk. "Worth it."

Deuce groaned.

Yuu, face still covered in chocolate, sighed. "So… uh. Detention?"

Crewel crossed his arms. "Oh, detention would be merciful. Congratulations, pups—you’ve just volunteered to clean this kitchen until it’s spotless. Not a speck of cocoa out of place, or else."

A collective groan rose from the group.

"Ugh… Ah should’ve just bought chocolates instead," Epel muttered under his breath.

Jack sighed, wiping some chocolate from his ear. "No kidding."

Ortho, still completely clean despite being in the middle of the chaos, tilted his head cheerfully. "This was fun! Let’s do it again next year!"

A chorus of "NO!" rang through the kitchen.

@oh-hopeless-heart

I love Platonic First Years, they have my whole heart.

[szqnxi]

OMG I NEED MORE OF NUMBER ONE FAN ITS ACTUALLY HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING ME FEET AHHH

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Your number 1 fan (Part 1)

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Patrol was exceptionally boring, much to Katsuki's dismay. Today turned out to be a quite typical day and he absolutely hated it. There were no villains to fight or anything of the sort, which had left Katsuki itching for some action.

They had just finished patrolling the area and were currently hanging out on the rooftop of a random building in Musutafu. Kirishima and Mina  were engaged in their own conversation, bickering over options for dinner, leaving him alone to his own business.

He was scrolling through his phone, when he stumbled upon your new song called Juno. It had been released a week prior, but with his busy schedule, he hadn't had a chance to listen to it until now.

Perfect timing. He thought to himself as he put on his earphones.

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing

Oh yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit

God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh

Not even a few seconds into listening and he was already certain that this would become his new favorite song of yours. The song was incredibly catchy and  he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. Katsuki was genuinely enjoying your song, finding himself unconsciously tapping his foot along to the beat.

The chorus of the song was captivating, though he wasn't really surprised by your lyricism because of your other songs.

But just when he thought the song couldn't get any better, the bridge part came along, hitting him harder than he had expected.

Adore me

Hold me and explore me

Mark your territory (Ah-ah)

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah)

He froze, muttering a curse under his breath when he pictured your pretty face singing that particular line from the song, as if you were singing it directly to him.

*Click*

Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted Mina holding up her phone, taking a picture of him. He had been so focused on your song that he didn't notice her approaching with her phone.

"The fuck are you taking a pic for?!" He scowled at Mina, who was now grinning mischievously before taking a picture, again.

"What are you even listening to?" Mina inquired.

"None of your goddamn business" He scoffed

She swiftly snatched one of his earphones, running away a little from Katsuki before listening to the song herself. "Oohh Juno? Nice song choice!" She commented, teasingly grinning at him.

Katsuki's eyes twitched.

"You... little shit!!" He growled, launching himself at Mina and started chasing her as she laughed and ran away like her life depends on it.

Coz it does.

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Number 1 Fan Masterlist

Note: This is short lol and as usual this ain't really proof read. Also, happy 100 followers to me. Feel free to drop some scenarios in my request box and I'll see if I can add it to future parts of this fic

[countrymusiclover]

3 - My Music Dream

Part 4

The Hybrids Bright Star

Tags - @melvia-ito @lover-of-books-and-tea @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @elenavampire21 @frost-queen

The fangs sank deep, a familiar, unwelcome pressure against my skin. Damon. Always Damon. He was a shadow I couldn't shake, a constant drain on my energy, both literally and figuratively. I tried to focus on the lyrics swirling in my head, the melody I needed to nail down at the recording studio. But the blood loss, the lingering compulsion he layered on me, it all made it so much harder.

"Damon, please," I managed to gasp, my voice barely a whisper. "I have to go. I have a recording session."

He pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Relax, Hallie. You're always so tense. Let Damon loosen you up a bit." He wiped a smear of blood from his chin with the back of his hand. "Besides, a little taste never hurt anyone."

Liar. He knew how much it hurt. How much it weakened me. He fed on me regularly, often leaving me feeling dizzy and depleted. And the compulsion... it was a constant mental battle. He'd compelled me to think he was a friend, a protector, but the truth peeked through the cracks in his carefully constructed facade. I knew, deep down, that he was using me.

I forced a smile, the one he expected, the one he'd woven into my very thoughts. "Thank you, Damon. I appreciate it. But I really need to go."

He waved a dismissive hand. "Go on then. Don't want you to miss your big break." He chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves.

I stumbled away, the world tilting precariously. I had to get to the studio. This was my chance, my only chance, to break free from the cycle of dead-end jobs and forgotten dreams. To escape the shadows that constantly threatened to swallow me whole. The animal shelter was a haven in its own right, a place where I could connect with innocent souls who needed love and care. But it wasn't my destiny. Music was.

I barely made it to the studio on time, rushing through the door, my hair a mess, my face pale. Mark, the recording manager, greeted me with a weary smile. "Hallie! Glad you could make it. Thought you'd stood me up."

"Sorry, Mark. Had a... situation. But I'm here now." I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure.

"Alright, then. Let's hear what you've got." He gestured towards the sound booth.

I stepped inside, adjusting the microphone, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was it.

I closed my eyes, took another deep breath, and began to sing. The melody flowed from me, the words echoing the longing and hope I held inside. It was a song I'd written about finding strength in the face of adversity, about holding onto your dreams even when the world seemed determined to crush them. "Dust devils dance on the highway's gleam, A lonely road, a broken dream. But in my heart, a flicker remains, A stubborn fire that still sustains.

(Chorus) I'll keep on singing, keep on trying, Let my voice rise, never stop flying. Though the shadows fall and the wind may blow, I'll find my sunshine, watch my spirit grow."

The song continued, a story of struggle and resilience, of hope and defiance. But as I reached the second verse, a wave of anxiety washed over me. It was like a phantom touch, bringing back a memory I tried so hard to bury.

I was ten years old, small and scared, clutching a battered guitar that was almost as big as me. This was my fifth foster home in as many years. The Millers seemed... nice. They smiled a lot, but I'd learned that smiles could be deceiving. They had two kids of their own, perfect, blonde-haired children who looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"Go on, Hallie," Mrs. Miller said, her voice sweet but firm. "Show us what you can do. We hear you like to sing."

My hands trembled as I sat on the wobbly stool in the living room. All eyes were on me, the Miller family arranged on the sofa like a panel of judges. I'd been singing for as long as I could remember, but usually in the quiet of my room, never in front of anyone. This felt different. Exposing myself like this felt incredibly vulnerable.

I took a shaky breath and strummed the opening chords of a simple folk song my mom used to sing to me. It was the only thing I had left of her, this song, this memory. My voice was small and fragile, but I poured every ounce of emotion into the lyrics. I sang about fields of gold, about a mother's love, about a place where everything was safe and warm.

But halfway through the song, my voice cracked. The Millers' smiles seemed to falter, the blonde children fidgeted, and Mr. Miller cleared his throat loudly. I lost my nerve. The words caught in my throat, the music died in my fingers.

"That's... lovely, Hallie," Mrs. Miller said, her voice a little too bright. "Maybe you can practice a bit more later."

Later never came. The guitar was soon relegated to a dusty corner, and my singing was discouraged. I learned to be quiet, to be invisible, to not draw attention to myself. It was safer that way.

The memory crashed over me, stealing my breath, paralyzing my vocal cords. The fear, the shame, the feeling of utter inadequacy – it all came rushing back.

My voice wavered, cracked. I stumbled over the lyrics, my fingers fumbling on the guitar strings. I wanted to stop, to run away, to disappear.

But then, I saw Mark's face through the glass of the booth. He was watching me intently, his expression a mixture of concern and encouragement. He gave me a small nod, a silent message that said, "Keep going. Don't give up."

I closed my eyes again, took a deep, shuddering breath, and forced myself to continue. The memory lingered, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the music, on the story I wanted to tell.

I finished the song, my voice shaky but determined. The last note hung in the air, and then silence.

I opened my eyes, bracing myself for criticism. But Mark's face was beaming.

"Hallie," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "That was incredible! You have a real gift. The rawness, the emotion... it's all there. That little stumble in the middle, that almost made it better. It was real. Human."

He came into the booth, his eyes shining. "You've got something special, Hallie. Really special. I think we could make a whole track out of this, maybe even an album."

My heart soared. This was it. This was the validation I'd been craving, the opportunity I'd been dreaming of. "Really?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Absolutely," Mark said. "Come back next week with some more songs. Let's start shaping this thing. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "Okay."

I practically floated out of the studio, the weight of my past momentarily lifted. The air felt cleaner, the sky brighter. I was finally on my way. As I walked home, lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the figure watching me from across the street. He stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

It was Klaus.

A slow, enigmatic smile spread across his face as he watched me disappear down the street. But there was something different about his expression now, something... possessive.

I reached my small apartment, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. I might still be working at the animal shelter, still haunted by the ghosts of my past, still trapped in Damon's manipulative grip, but I had hope. I had music. And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to carry me through.

Unbeknownst to me, as I drifted off to sleep, Klaus materialized outside my window, his gaze lingering on my silhouette. He knew Damon was using me. He could smell the vampire's manipulative compulsion clinging to my aura. Damon was the monster I knew, the one who drained my blood and twisted my thoughts. But Klaus... Klaus was a different kind of monster, a more powerful, more dangerous one. And I had no idea he was watching, waiting, ready to claim me as his own.

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[keroinnie]

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chan is literally the most charming person in the entire world it actually makes me want to fucking kill myself like wdym he just smiles like that all the time and talks so easily to people and is so fun and playful and silly i thought bf chan hours were long over for me but apparently not :)

felix is the most endearing annoying person ever like lmao shut up ??? i love you ???? he is so electric to watch i couldnt take my eyes off him during truman im soooo sorry jisung

JISUNG IS SOOO CUTE LIKE YEAH I KNEW HE WAS BUT IRL EVEN MORE SO like his reactions to things bc he’s always watching someone else is sooo incredible like i wish i could watch the show with him having a react cam in the corner of the screen lmfao

the length of hyunjin’s hair rn is SO GOOD like he looks so cute with it im glad i got to see it at this length irl ! he’s so sweet and talks so quietly but he’s so loud when performing he really is a sight to behold

which quickly: hyunchan giggles irl is crazy they really sound like that what the fuck

i feel like i barely saw minho but he sounded soooo good live and seeing his sclass kick live…… showstopping holy shit also whenever i feel like i saw him he always had the funniest expression whatever he be seeing is killing me personally

CHANGBIN IS SO CUTE AND PRETTY IRL he’s such a natural personality and so easy to get pulled into watching crazy how you can be hot and cute and funny all at once he also sounds insane live like god’s menu and thunderous were fucking insane

seungmin is the ultimate menace that is perfect and charming obsessed with his straight face while messing with stays lmfao he’s also just so sweet like after 2min had us sing the chorus to cinema he said into the mic in korean that we did well 🥺 like no we didnt actually but thank you for the support lmfao but wow truly a singer cover me gave me goosebumps like i was holding my breath during his parts lmao ?????? absolutely insane vocalist i feel so grateful i got to hear him live

jeongin…….. jeongin is perfect. i need jeongin to know and understand he is amazing. every single time he sang it was insanely perfect he is so stable live like ???? like i know he doesnt get a lot of lines in songs but to sound so good every time…… like this show really solidified he is my favorite 4th gen vocalist. he is so easy to watch and get drawn into he is such a natural performer. i thought he was so cute during lonely st. where he was just standing politely and looking pretty during other members parts i wish i had taken pics :( i love you so much jeongin :(

burnin tires is so much fun live….. that’s all im saying LOL

i would die for the band especially jamal im actually a jamal ult sorry skz

basically everyone sounds amazing sorry that i cant go into specifics on this bc the show is a blur and still not real to me like i feel bad that i cannot talk in length about everyone but i was also fighting for my life with two teenage girls filming themselves directly in front of me and blocking my line of sight lmfao but also fuck the camera crew i basically saw innie once during haven :) WHICH THEY DID HAVEN AT MY SHOW AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

also while watching walkin on water live i had the thought: this will be the closest i get to seeing h.o.t live…… like idk if i can explain this but that song to me is so important to skz as a whole when you think about how their cover of warrior’s descent helped get them to debut and then nearly 7 years later they drop a song that is so reminiscent of that era of h.o.t (also bounce back is v h.o.t so like two tracks) and i just think about how in general with h.o.t starting kpop idol culture as we know it and skz genuinely loving kpop and not being afraid to release music that is so referential to other kpop songs like i listen to skz and literally hear the music that inspires them and it makes me feel so happy hearing that they love and arent ashamed of kpop and love being idols like as someone that LOVES kpop and listens to so much kpop from all generations and non-idol korean music i often just feel like i /get/ skz??? like im still just in awe and i love walkin on water and it sums up so much of what i love about skz and kpop and like when i got into kpop 14 years ago kangta was so significant for my kpop journey and then when i got into skz it revitalized my love for kpop idk this is rambly and i cannot explain this well but i just love kpop as a genre and i love h.o.t and i love walkin on water and i love skz thank you

also to the girl who gave me the dirty look bc i cheered for 2pm during the silly jype ads: kill yourself

[inchidentally]

ok so I need to vent and you'll be my victim… I read your every reply about landoscar like it's the morning newspaper, you have such a healthy and cute view of their dynamic, it always makes me all warm (or giggly, when something slighty unhinged comes up)

recently I discovered Arlo Parks (amazing artist, definitely recommend) and there's this song called Pegasus that reminds me so much of them and also how you talk about their friendship, how they're so tentative, figuring each other out at their own pace without feeling the need to play it up for the cameras, how oscar orbits lando (shy but attentive, never blinking) and how lando is a little shit, poking at oscar's poorly built walls until he finds a soft spot only to get flustered or awed afterwards (like he didn't expect oscar to like him this much) but never invading oscar's personal space

this song sets an atmosphere so tender and hesitant to me, kinda like when you're going through your first crush or starting to fall for someone (and we have enough evidence lando was oscar's first "driver crush", so to speak)

the chorus instantly took me back to the famous silverstone side hug (huge landoscar milestone, can't believe it actually happened) and I just needed to scream about it cause it's so unbearably sweet:

"Loose cherries, hard breath I'm overwhelmed

I spun 'round and screamed, "I feel elated when you hold me" And you got shy and beamed, "I think it's special that you told me" I think you're special 'cause you told me"

oscar making the first move, holding lando by the waist? lando with the biggest smile after realising that, bringing him closer, inclining his head and then stubbornely putting his arm around oscar's shoulder even though he is taller? I love that moment an insane amount

to me, silverstone was a defining point in their relationship, it seems like they became much more comfortable and happy after that, maybe helped by the fact the team was actually doing well, so a burden was lifted from their shoulders, but not only that, they also managed to do well together, lando really really wanted oscar on the podium with him and there's a bunch of cute moments from that weekend

people on twitter are negative all the time, but personally, I'm excited to watch how their friendship will evolve next season, oscar talked so many times about feeling welcome and wanted at mclaren, thanking the whole team (and lando!) for creating a great space for him in his rookie year and I can't wait to see more of them (and of you), and hopefully we'll get a proper hug from them this time around

anon ;_______: this is such a beautiful ask I don't even know what to do??? I barely want to add to it bc it's so perfect <3

I had to make you a video bc I love that song and I love this moment so much and goddd you're right - this was the moment they and we knew Oscar was something special for Lando and Lando realized oh wow maybe his quiet shy new teammate might be something special that he's never had before

[harperwritesstuff]

Rarepair warning!!

Owen Harper x Norton Folgate (don't ask how we got there)

Owen had never been much of a dancer. In fact, the idea of dancing had always seemed more like a cruel social experiment than a fun activity. But there he was, with the radio softly playing in the background and Norton Folgate - Norton bloody Folgate - Holding his hand and swaying as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

The song on the radio was decidedly modern - well, modern by Norton’s standards. Nelly Furtado “Maneater” was pulsing through the tiny speaker, a sharp contrast to the elegant, mid-century vibe that Norton carried with him wherever he went. Still, it was infectious, and Norton didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his lips curled into a devilish grin as he set one foot forward and pulled Owen closer.

“Come on, Owen. Loosen up a bit!” Norton teased, his voice dripping with a playful confidence. “You’re far too stiff.”

“That’s because I don’t dance, Norton.” Owen replied, his tone exasperated but not entirely unkind. He was acutely aware of how out of his depth he was, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Norton tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, come now, Owen. You might even enjoy yourself!!”

Owen rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are.” Norton quipped, stepping back slightly to take the lead. He spun Owen - Well, attempted to spin Owen, but Owen’s feet got tangled, and the whole movement ended in a clumsy stumble.

“Oh, For- Norton, I am going to break something!” Owen protested, though he didn’t pull away.

“Not if you let me do the hard work.” Norton said smoothly, steadying Owen with a firm hand on his waist. “Just follow my lead. Trust me, darling, I know what I’m doing.”

And he did. Norton moved with the kind of practiced grace that could only come from someone who had spent hours perfecting the art. His steps were precise but not rigid, fluid but not overly showy. It was obvious he was used to dancing to a different rhythm, something more suited to the swing and jazz of his time, but he adapted with surprising ease to the modern beat of the song.

Owen, meanwhile, was a mess. His movements were jerky, his timing off, and he kept glancing down at his feet as though they were foreign objects. But Norton didn’t seem to care. If anything, he looked utterly delighted by Owen’s ineptitude.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.” Owen muttered.

“Of course I am.” Norton replied, his grin widening. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.” Owen lied, his cheeks burning.

“Hm-hmm.” Norton hummed, pulling Owen closer until their bodies were nearly flush. He guided Owen’s hands to rest on his shoulders, his own settling on Owen’s hips. “Now, stop thinking so much. Just move with me.”

To Owen’s surprise, it sort of worked. He stopped over-analyzing each step, letting Norton’s movement dictate his own. It wasn;t exactly smooth, but it was an improvement. And for the first time, Owen started to understand why people might enjoy this whole dancing thing.

The song’s chorus hit again, and Norton gave Owen a dramatic dip, eliciting a startled laugh from the usually stoic doctor.

“You’re ridiculous.” Owen said, breathless but grinning.

“And you’re falling for it.” Norton shot back, his tone light but his gaze warm.

The song ended far too soon, leaving the apartment in a sudden heavy silence only broken by the sound of their breathing. Norton didn’t let go immediately, his hands lingering on Owen’s waist.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Norton said softly.

Owen shook his head, still smiling. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are.” Norton echoed with a smile.

Owen chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Norton’s lips before pulling away. “Yeah. Here I am.”

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 12

“I’m sorry, Rose,” her father said, catching his daughter’s attention. The car ride home had been quiet. Even the usually boisterous Danny hadn’t made much of a fuss. Rose herself had been staring into the distance, not engaging anyone. Her meeting with Macauley had left her with much to consider.

“For what?”

“This whole weekend vacation was a harebrained scheme from the start,” her father said, rubbing his thick mop of hair. Because he was still recovering from a concussion, his wife had taken the wheel instead. “I’d hoped for better. You all deserved better.”

“Hey, Dad, don’t beat yourself up,” Sophia replied. “You couldn’t have known. I still had fun. We need to do this more often, without the alien part, of course. I won’t see you as much when I leave for college.”

“Yeah! I had fun too!” Rose said, giving her father an emphatic nod. “Besides, the attack worked in our favor. We’ve learned something about the enemy! Besides, I’d rather Okab attack me out in the open instead of at home or at school. ”

“I suppose.” Her father still didn’t seem that happy. “You three are growing up so fast, and I fear I’m not seeing enough of your lives. And now this Altair nonsense? I’m out of my depth! There! I admit it!”

“Oh, Dad.” Rose sympathized. She barely felt in control of anything anymore either, any sense of normalcy was slipping from her grip like wet soap.

An idea struck her. While the future remained dark and uncertain, she would enjoy today with everything she had. She refused to let that stupid Altair ruin her vacation. “How about we sing some songs?”

This earned a smile from her father. “We haven’t done that since you were in second grade, Rose.”

“I thought, what the heck?” Rose replied.

“I’m up for it,” Sophia said.

“Songs!” Danny said, enthused by the prospect.

“What about you, Mr. Gauss?” Rose asked her bodyguard, whose massive frame took up much of the van’s backseat.

“If I must,” the man said begrudgingly. Unlike Brown, he didn’t seem to like children as much. Still, he took his role as guardian seriously, willing to go the extra mile if needed.

Her mother laughed, pleased. “Should I start? ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat.’”

“We’re starting with that one?” Rose had hoped for a pop song, but she didn’t complain and continued the chorus.

They laughed, sang out of key, and made general fools of themselves, but Rose loved every moment. She wanted to end this vacation on a high note, if just to spite Okab and his monstrous kin. For this brief moment, she forgot about them and her troubles. Today was a family day.

---

“You will be most pleased,” Doctor Vasiliy Idelson said in his thick Russian accent. “We have made a major breakthrough.”

“Oh?” Sandage asked, intrigued. He’d welcome some good news. He needed it after the Minneapolis debacle.

The higher-ups were hopping mad over Rose’s close encounter with death, mostly blaming him. Not that Sandage disagreed. He’d approved the trip, after all. Still, it wasn’t a total loss. The revelation that the Altair were intelligent, thinking beings had sparked a wildfire in the scientific community. Some politicians were hopeful about a possible diplomatic solution to the crisis. Sandage himself wasn’t holding his breath.

“We’ve gained a better understanding of the Altair’s structure,” Doctor William von Fraunhofer said. “We’ve discovered the Altair are digital creatures.”

“What?” Sandage said, his voice flat. “We don’t live in The Matrix, Doctor von Fraunhofer.”

“No. But the Altair are alien beings beyond anything we’ve ever seen before. They literally come from a different reality,” von Fraunhofer replied.

“Okay, but digital beings?” It made Sandage’s head spin.

“It’s a far-out theory, but a credible one,” Idelson said. “Using a sample of their cells, we were able to digitize it, a perfect copy. It ruined the computer we uploaded it onto by becoming an unstoppable virus, but it worked.”

“What?! No one told me about this dangerous experiment!”

“We were careful,” von Fraunhofer quickly added. “The computer we used wasn’t connected to any network. Anyway, it explains much about their structure that we didn’t previously understand.”

“I suppose it explains the pixelation when they die.” Still, this revelation was beyond absurd. “Can we use this against them? Like design a computer virus, or some counter agent?” Sandage said, throwing out random ideas.

“We’re not sure,” Idelson replied. “But we’ll look into it.”

“Keep at it. Good work.” Any lead was welcome, in Sandage’s opinion, even if it was totally bonkers crazy. He paused as he noticed Cecilia watching them. “Perfect, exactly the person I was looking for.”

Cecilia gave him a stilted nod, ushering him over. “Can we talk somewhere in private?”

“Sure.” A pit gathered in Sandage’s gut as he guided the cloned girl to an office room and locked the door. “What’s wrong?”

“In the next fight, Rose will die,” Cecilia replied, her visage pale.

“You said that before, but…”

“I got another vision. My first one was brief, but this one had greater detail. This one showed a digital clock on a nightstand. It displayed 4 PM on October 9th.”

Sandage released a startled gasp. That was only six days away.

“Thanks to my time with Rose, I recognized where it will happen: right outside her house. Okab was there, standing over the ruined remains of her house.” Cecilia shuddered, clearly having seen something unpleasant.

“Okay.” But Sandage didn’t despair. Instead, it only made him more determined. He gave Cecilia a confident smile he didn’t feel. “That just gives us the perfect opportunity to ambush him. Excuse me.”

“Yes, hello. I need to speak with General Kuiper. It’s urgent.” Sandage wasn’t sure how he’d explain his future knowledge, but he’d devise something. It was best Cecilia’s odd abilities remained a secret. “Sorry to bug you at this late hour, but we have a situation.”

Convincing the general was the least of his problems. They needed an effective strategy against the Okab. Luckily, inspiration had just struck. “I have an idea how we might make Project Bird Bath more effective.”

---

“Why is everyone staring at me?” Rose asked as she passed through her school’s front door.

“You’re a double hero now. It should be expected,” Vera replied.

“Okay.” Though Rose had to admit, the looks of expectant awe were making her queasy. She’d known she’d gained a reputation since becoming Luyten V’s pilot, but this was getting crazy.

“And if I fail them, they’ll hate me!” Rose thought, fighting back panic. But she kept her expression cool, doing as Brown had advised her. If she pretended to be confident, real confidence would come.

“A lot of suited types have been hanging around here lately. One might assume you’re the president or something,” Georges said, warily eying the black-suited men scattered across the halls.

Gauss followed close behind them, eyes on constant alert. Not that Rose could blame him. They’d learned the terrifying truth that Altair could steal human form. Rose’s eyes constantly scanned faces, searching for any hint of another secret monster.

“Ignore them. Consider them as, um, wallpaper,” Rose replied. Instead of calming Georges’ worries, it only increased his anxiety.

“Cecilia!” Rose waved to the taller girl, who responded with an enthusiastic wave back. It was a major improvement from their more awkward interactions when Cecilia first joined their school. Unfortunately, they didn’t share their first class together, but they’d speak later at lunch.

It amazed Rose how calm everyone was when the latest Altair attack was only yesterday. Were they trying their best to pretend everything was fine so they wouldn’t always be afraid? Rose envied them. She didn’t have that luxury. Sandage had announced they’d do a Luyten V training session later tonight.

The day passed without much incident, though Hans had invited himself to eat at Rose’s table, most unlike him. Despite his typical silence, Rose sensed his worry for her. Despite herself, she liked his company. Shame Vera saw it differently, making insinuations that caused Rose’s cheeks to blush despite her protests. Georges was huffy the entire time, making his displeasure known. He shot Hans scathing glares the entire lunch period. Cecilia watched the scene with amusement, exchanging a few words with Hans. Despite their lack of conversation, they appeared to get along.

“Hey, Rose, mind if I join you?” Cecilia asked as she walked with Rose to the LUVOLT facility. Gauss trailed her as usual, thankfully not butting into her personal life.

“Uh, sure. But I won’t be able to hang out much tonight,” Rose replied. “Agent Sandage is having me do drills in the Luyten V all night.”

“I don’t mind,” Cecilia said. “There’s something I wish to ask you.”

“Oh?”

Instead of replying, the taller girl began to figit. Clearly, she didn’t want to ask what was on her mind.

“Is something the matter?”

“I just… please promise me you won’t freak out. That you won’t think of me differently.”

“Never. As long as you’re not secretly an Altair, or something,” Rose joked. Much to her surprise, her levity only made her friend more anxious. They walked in silence for several minutes as Cecilia gathered her courage.

“This is something serious!” Rose thought, making her more curious. She cursed as they approached the warehouse that had become LUVOLT’s makeshift headquarters. “Sorry, but here’s where we part ways. Agent Sandage isn’t patient about delays. You’ll have to be quick about what you want to say.” She waved at the guards, who greeted her with a nod.

Much to Rose’s surprise, Cecilia walked confidently forward. “Don’t worry. We can speak inside.” She gaped as the guards allowed them both inside without protest.

“Cecilia, what’s going on?” Rose asked, a million questions ready to flow out.

“It’s complicated, but I’m a member of LUVOLT, too.”

“What?!” Rose gaped, lost for words.

“It’s a long story. My past is complicated.” Cecilia paused, steeling herself for her next confession. “I was designed in a lab as a prototype super-soldier—that was the plan, anyway.”

Rose’s eyes only boggled, disbelieving her own ears. She remained speechless, her brain sluggish as she processed this information.

“Rose, Cecilia. Good,” Sandage said, walking up to them. “There’s a lot to do tonight.”

“So… Cecilia is a designer baby?” Rose finally asked.

“You told her?” Sandage said, raising an eyebrow.

“She needs to know,” Cecilia said, her tone defensive. “I’m sick of keeping secrets from Rose. And she needs to know she might die in five days!”

“Okay, what’s going on now?” Rose rubbed her temple. “Please explain from the start!”

Rose listened again, hoping her ears were working properly. “Okay, I think I understand where you’re going. It’s a lot to take in.” Cecilia was an unusual girl, but a clone? And she caught glimpses of the future? How was this her life now?

“So you’ve told her everything. Are you sure this is a good idea?” Though, Sandage hadn’t tried to stop Cecilia from spilling her secrets.

“I had to! I’m tired of keeping it from Rose,” Cecilia said defiantly. “Besides, Rose needs to know what’s going to happen!”

“Okay, just keep this between ourselves, okay?” Sandage replied. “Your origin is a national secret.”

Rose gathered the thoughts, putting everything together. She threw out a stab at the dark, but guessed it was probably the truth. “You say I’m about to die? Let me guess, in my next fight with Okab, I’m toast?” Rose said, her words calm despite the dire pronouncement. When she caught Cecilia’s surprise, Rose only laughed and shook her head. “It wasn’t hard to guess. It’s written all over your face!”

“How are you so calm about this?!” Cecilia sputtered.

“Since Luyten V arrived, my life has been nothing but one long horrible rollercoaster. It’s just another bump on the ride. Rose wanted to live day by day. Let future problems work themselves out.

Cecilia only stared at Rose, unsure she’d heard her friend properly. “But—”

“Besides, the future can change. Luyten V is proof of that. I mean, it came from the future, after all. I was the one who designed it.” It was nice to spill that secret. If her friend was going to be totally honest, so would she.”

“You designed it in the future, Rose?” Cecilia bit her lip. She muttered to herself, more confused than alarmed. “I knew Luyten V was from the future, but this…”

“Again, please keep this between us! That’s a national secret too!” Sandage said, exasperated. 

“Still, this isn’t the same thing. The Altair Records…” Cecilia tensed, biting her lip harder. “They are the archive of the universe.”

“Books can be wrong,” Rose replied.

“Not these,” Cecilia shot back, more insistent. Rose’s unimpressed huff only incensed her further.

“Girls, girls,” Sandage said, calming the tense air between them. “We can worry about changing the future later. Let’s focus on our current problems first. Okab’s coming, and we need to be prepared.”

“Right,” Rose said, nodding. While not happy, Cecilia gave a reluctant nod. “Mr. Sandage, you know more about operations than I do. Will Luyten V’s new weapon be finished before Okab attacks?” She had overheard the engineers talk about it.

Sandage flinched, pained to give bad news. “I’m not sure. We’ve finished construction, but the circuitry is complex for something of that size. The military is on high alert, but we all know their limited effectiveness.”

Rose pondered this, frustrated. There must be some way to use this knowledge to their advantage. There was Luyten V’s Full Sync mode, but its abilities were untested. Five days gave them a tight window to learn its capabilities. Worse, even Macauley was unsure if Rose’s young body could survive the process.

“I’ll just have to push harder, train harder.” If everything else was out of her control, she’d focus on what she could affect.

“Rose?” Sandage asked as his charge stood up.

“Keep thinking. I’ll be in Luyten V training,” Rose said, her voice full of determination. If she was about to die, she’d make Okab pay for it.

“Rose,” Cecilia said, her voice concerned.

“Just keep your eyes open for more visions, or however it works. Let me do my part. Five days isn’t much, but I’ll make it work,” Rose said, feigning more confidence than she felt.

“You aren’t alone in this, Rose” Sandage said. “We have some experimental weapons we plan on trying out.”

“Cecilia, we got this, okay?” Rose said to her friend’s worried expression, grabbing her hand and squeezing. “We’re changing fate. That’s why Luyten V exists.” By God, Rose swore she’d do everything in her power to save everyone. The future wasn’t written. Or at least, Rose prayed to God this was true.

[daylightaftertherain]

SEA, bestie hi

we are 12 days away from Speak Now (TV) (which i am UNSPEAKABLY excited for as it's always been at least in my top 2 fave albums) and in honor of that

i have some young royals x taylor swift thoughts.

today's rambly message is about... HAUNTED

i genuinely never realized how wilmon-coded it was until i applied it to simon during the Valentine's Ball so... let's get into it!

You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break

(even though they didn't want it to be, their entire relationship has always been shaky because of outside pressures. the wille back and forth, the sex-tape, all of season 2 leading up to ep 4 etc, however if it was up to both of them, they would want it to be simple, and they didn't actually want it to end)

Oh, I'm holding my breath Won't lose you again Something's made your eyes go cold

(thinking about Simon panicking over the idea of losing Wille after trying to push him away the entire season! like... yes he wanted space, but he also didn't. and he's not used to wille looking at him and talking to him like he's any other person. thinking about simon's pov of the wille/marcus/simon interaction and how off-guard simon is over the whole thing)

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

(just this whole chorus does such a good job of highlighting Simon's panic during this scene, how, even though he thought he wanted this space, now he can barely breathe without the comfort that wille will still be there for him)

Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you He will try to take away my pain And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

(again, most of this i can relate entirely to ep 4 of s2. like simon watching as wille leaves while still knowing he loves him, thinking he's losing him. the second part is kinda self explanatory but like... marcus as a whole was obviously such a terrible attempt at getting over wille and the entire time he was with marcus he was thinking of wille)

like..... when i had this haunted realization i knew i had to share it with you, and it's been a while since i've sent you an unhinged taylor x wilmon analysis

n e ways... thoughts??? give me all of them

genuinely cannot wait for SN (TV) and you know you'll be getting all my thoughts

-miels 💜✨

miels I'm so sorry I got to this late asbhjgfjd I saw this ask and thought I was going to answer it later but this is like several days off rip 💀💀

anyway into the thoughts!! haunted is SUCH a good song choice omg

the intro alone, I agree with all your thoughts and also "I never thought I'd live to see it break" reminds me of that one line in wille's speech in s1ep4 where he says how it should've been him and not erik standing there, and then we see him breaking it off with simon the very next scene like oh my godd

and "something's made your eyes go cold" and how cool toned s2 was when they were apart and trying to have space but not lose each other!!

and YES the chorus and how big and swelling it is like simon's panic every time wille blindsides him, especially with "I thought I had you figured out" which reminds me so much of him thinking they were going to be in it together before the denial ;-;

HOUGH THE SECOND VERSE I DIDN'T MAKE THE CONNECTION TO S2 SIMON UNTIL NOW BUT IT IS PERFECT????? simon watched wille walk away so many times AND the last two lines are basically the marcus situation boiled down to that

and then the bridge which is short but the way it goes from "I know you're not gone" to "you can't be gone" like simon's emotions after finding out about the denial and realizing he doesn't know if he can trust wille :')

those are all my thoughts for now, I might send you a story of us ask actualy bc I'm listening to it and the lyrics are s2 coded as well

-💛✨

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

They instinctively turned to face one another when the other needed help attaching a certain piece to their suit or tightening their straps. They had grown un-deniably close over the past two years, and they knew each other’s movements step by step.

Dream team 🤝🏻

“I made love to her four times last night. This morning, I got pancakes. She woke up at six to make them for me before I left. God, I fuckin’ love my wife.” Javy boasted with prideful laughter. Jake only spurred him on, with a proud slap on his back and matched Javy’s amusement. However, at Javy’s confession, Natasha snorted quietly to herself.

I love how Nat can't hold it back lol

“What’s so funny, Nat? You tellin’ me you could beat Javy’s record?” Jake questioned her with a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Ohhh I just know he is is for a treat 🤭

By this time, Mickey, Rueben, and Bradley had all filtered into the room as well. They didn’t want to interrupt the ego-boosting feud that was currently unfolding in front of them. They geared up in silence but still listened with eager ears, their eyes flicking back and forth between Jake and Natasha.

They would never admit, but they love the tea and drama 🤭😅

She took a sharp breath between her teeth and broke Jake’s questioning gaze. She purposefully didn’t look back at the guys but calmly stated, “Well, I made love to my wife six times, and yeah, I also got breakfast.”

Period 😌👏🏻 and those orgasms for sure weren't fake, I just know

The silence from them both was telling. She continued fixing her gear and calmly played off her triumphant feat. It was as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her (which wasn’t far off).

I wanna be her wife so bad 😭🤤🥰

If only they knew how good you were for him last night. If only they knew how pretty you looked on your knees and spread out on the soft linen, all for himself. If only they knew how pretty you sounded, as you whimpered and whined his name all—

Not him reminiscing, completely zoning out 🤭

“Bob!” Jake’s biting tone snapped his attention straight towards the blonde-haired man. “You’re lookin’ smug for a guy, who, as far as we know, hasn’t been laid in… two years?” He questioned with faux interest. Natasha immediately belted out an amused, “Ha!”

Once again she can't hold back and I love her for that 🤭👏🏻

Natasha also knew that no one else knew.

She knew Bob better than anyone here. She had met you, Bob’s long-time wife. Natasha and her wife had been to dinner with Bob and you. She had been to BBQs in your backyard and tried your delicious home-cooked macaroni and cheese. You were even invited to her bachelorette party when she got married.

Besties 💖

Hehe

“Well? You got a wife?” Jake asked the question carelessly and casually, making Bob squirm. He severely despised people thinking about his wife like that, as if you weren’t the moon to his sun. A beat, and Bob responded. “Yeah.” Javy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Mickey and Ruben had turned around to watch the whole thing by then. They nudged one another in the ribs and whispered, “I told you so!”

The various reactions are killing me 😂

Bradley didn’t flinch. He knew. He saw Bob and you on the beach one evening. Bob gave him a curt nod, and when he arrived at the Navy base the next morning, Bradley swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. He understood, more than anyone, why people kept their private lives away from here.

Solid 🫡 maybe he has a secret wife too? Or a husband?🤔👀

“Because…” Bob’s gaze narrowed fiercely towards Jake. “My wife was asking me not to stop.” There was a deafening silence, and then a chorus of bellowing laughter and jeers echoed throughout the room.

This is a perfect answer and that it's the truth makes it even better 👏🏻

“Don’t assume stuff like that, Hangman. Wait until you find out that he has a kid.”

Bob cocked his head at Jake, with an assured smile now etched fully onto his lips. He asked if Natasha was ready, and then they both headed out onto the tarmac, leaving Jake behind, practically frozen in shock.

Iconic👏🏻

My favorite Bob headcanon 🤭

Oh to be Bob or Nat's wife (or both), truly my dream🥰

Do you know that audio on TikTok that’s like I made love to my wife 4 times and this morning she made pancakes and whatnot? Could you do a story where it’s the daggers and this is how they find out about bobs wife?

don’t stop.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ summary: jake attempts to catch bob out, but bob has something to reveal.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ warnings: mentions of sex, smut and food.

￫ authors notes: i hope i based this off the right sound, my dear anon! 🥹 i’m sorry this took so long too 🥺 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob stood beside Natasha in comfortable silence as they dressed in the appropriate gear, ready for a test flight.

They instinctively turned to face one another when the other needed help attaching a certain piece to their suit or tightening their straps. They had grown un-deniably close over the past two years, and they knew each other’s movements step by step.

Natasha’s eyebrows raised, and she let out a small groan. “Here they come.”

Bob’s breath hitched as he heard the booming voices coming through the door.

Javy sauntered in, with Jake on his heels, both snickering about something like schoolboys.

“Oh, Jake, you wouldn’t believe it.” They both swung open their lockers in sync. At a glance, you wouldn’t think that they flew separately. They were so similar as they mirrored the movements of getting their gear on.

“I made love to her four times last night. This morning, I got pancakes. She woke up at six to make them for me before I left. God, I fuckin’ love my wife.”Javy boasted with prideful laughter.

Jake only spurred him on, with a proud slap on his back and matched Javy’s amusement.

However, at Javy’s confession, Natasha snorted quietly to herself.

Jake’s head cocked to the right of him and his eyebrows raised with a questioning glance her way. He leaned back against the lockers containing their gear and attached some to himself.

“What’s so funny, Nat? You tellin’ me you could beat Javy’s record?” Jake questioned her with a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

By this time, Mickey, Rueben, and Bradley had all filtered into the room as well. They didn’t want to interrupt the ego-boosting feud that was currently unfolding in front of them. They geared up in silence but still listened with eager ears, their eyes flicking back and forth between Jake and Natasha.

She took a sharp breath between her teeth and broke Jake’s questioning gaze. She purposefully didn’t look back at the guys but calmly stated, “Well, I made love to my wife six times, and yeah, I also got breakfast.”

The silence from them both was telling. She continued fixing her gear and calmly played off her triumphant feat. It was as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her (which wasn’t far off).

She heard Bradley’s hushed whistle of “Oof,” and she smiled proudly to herself as she looked down to see where she was fiddling with a buckle on her suit.

Bob, on the other hand, had watched the entire exchange before him, with bated breath. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, and the corner of his lips twitched into a grin as he saw Jake and Javy’s bewildered faces.

If only they knew how good you were for him last night. If only they knew how pretty you looked on your knees and spread out on the soft linen, all for himself. If only they knew how pretty you sounded, as you whimpered and whined his name all—

“Bob!” Jake’s biting tone snapped his attention straight towards the blonde-haired man. “You’re lookin’ smug for a guy, who, as far as we know, hasn’t been laid in… two years?” He questioned with faux interest.

Natasha immediately belted out an amused, “Ha!”

She knew Bob better than anyone here. She had met you, Bob’s long-time wife. Natasha and her wife had been to dinner with Bob and you. She had been to BBQs in your backyard and tried your delicious home-cooked macaroni and cheese. You were even invited to her bachelorette party when she got married.

Natasha also knew that no one else knew.

Bob was private about his life away from the naval base. He had his reasons, but more than anything, he appreciated the peace he shared with his one love. You.

Jake’s jeering and deeply imposing question made his eye twitch a little from behind his glasses. He pushed his frames up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, before looping his hands into the gear on his chest. He puffed out his chest slightly and stood confidently across from Jake.

“Well? You got a wife?” Jake asked the question carelessly and casually, making Bob squirm. He severely despised people thinking about his wife like that, as if you weren’t the moon to his sun.

A beat, and Bob responded. “Yeah.”

Javy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Mickey and Ruben had turned around to watch the whole thing by then. They nudged one another in the ribs and whispered, “I told you so!”

Bradley didn’t flinch. He knew. He saw Bob and you on the beach one evening. Bob gave him a curt nod, and when he arrived at the Navy base the next morning, Bradley swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. He understood, more than anyone, why people kept their private lives away from here.

Jake snorted, although he blinked furiously as Bob’s statement took him aback. “Okay then, Baby, how many times did you make love to them last night?”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest in an attempt to shield himself from perhaps being scolded by Bob Floyd.

“Once.”

“Once?! Oh, Bob.” Jake mocked with faux sympathy. “And did they make you anything this morning?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Bob’s gaze narrowed fiercely towards Jake. “My wife was asking me not to stop.”

There was a deafening silence, and then a chorus of bellowing laughter and jeers echoed throughout the room.

Even Javy let out a loud chuckle, gripping Jake’s shoulders and playfully shaking him. “He got you there!”

Bob cocked his head at Jake, with an assured smile now etched fully onto his lips. He asked if Natasha was ready, and then they both headed out onto the tarmac, leaving Jake behind, practically frozen in shock.

Once the rest of the guys had had enough playful jabs towards him, they all made their way out to join the others. But Jake felt a firm hand on his shoulder as the tall brunette towered over him.

“Don’t assume stuff like that, Hangman. Wait until you find out that he has a kid.”

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[yoshida-chiyo]

Ni-Ki as your boyfriend

pairing: bf!niki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: ~0.7k

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niki is the type of boyfriend who thinks he's a professional when it comes to hoodie-sharing  

seriously, his hoodie generosity is next-level

his generosity extends to the point where your wardrobe probably looks more like his wardrobe than his own does 

he just thinks you look so cute and tiny in his clothes, and he just melts 🥺

he's mastered the art of the "I'm watching you" smile whenever a love song plays.   

he has this habit of just staring at you in awe, thinking, "Is this real life, or did I accidentally walk into a rom-com again?"

constantly wants to outdo himself in the boyfriend department

texting him when you get home isn't an option; it's like the 11th commandment of dating?!? 😡  

he's basically the sitcom parent waiting for their kid's grand entrance, but in this case, he's expecting your arrival, complete with emojis that tell a whole story. 🕵️‍♂️📱😁 

he's not just your boyfriend; he's your partner in crime

and jay's your number 1 target

like that time you both executed a devious plot to cover Jay's entire car in rainbow-colored sticky notes that had him peeling off notes for days

or like that other time you were hanging out with jay and accidentally knocked over a ridiculously expensive vase in a fancy store, and jay had to pay for it 

aaaand when you teamed up on a cheeky scheme to switch Jay's phone alarm to an incessant chorus of meowing cats, creating a feline symphony that drove him insane

yep. this list could go on forever poor jay

he's the kind of boyfriend who insists on taking adorable couple selfies, complete with goofy faces and matching outfits. #CoupleGoals 

love looks best in the coordinated chaos 🤪

he's the type of boyfriend who believes in celebrating the small victories in your relationship, like remembering to take out the trash 

will tease tf out of you, cuz why not? 

but if anyone else does it, he gets superrr defensive 

laughs when you can't reach the top shelf 

pretends to help you out but actually holds things up just to make fun of your height 

what can he say? 

he likes it when you're annoyed 😒  

pays attention to all the lil details

and probably knows more about you than you do yourself 

niki is basically your living, breathing source of chaos and laughter

constantly spams you with texts and calls whenever he's bored

sends you a looot of memes and GIFs, and you end up having a whole conversation using only reaction images

niki talks about you so much with his sisters and mom

atp you're basically family

has you saved on his phone as "my favorite clumsy clown" with a goofy snapshot of you pulling a face only Riki could love.

proof that love is real 😇

gets soooo pouty when someone other than him tries to share your attention he's so precious 😭

has a thing for those annoyingly ticklish hugs that leave you squirming and giggling uncontrollably

places his cold feet on yours in bed, to which you react with a dramatic gasp before attacking him with a pillow

randomly pecks you out of nowhere

attacks you during cuddle sessions, peppering your face with quick kisses until you're both in fits of laughter

believes that spooning is a legitimate art form and insists on perfecting it every night 

niki has a soft spot for Eskimo and butterfly kisses

expects lots of forehead kisses from you 🫵

has a skill for turning ordinary moments into impromptu dance parties in the living room 

cue the kitchen utensil maracas and broomstick microphone 🎤💃

niki once tried to make a DIY fort with blankets and pillows but ended up creating a cozy nest that you both refuse to take down 

it's now a permanent fixture in the living room, and movie nights are incomplete without it 

leaves goofy doodles and love notes in unexpected places, like inside your shoe or on the bathroom mirror 🙃

niki is the kind of boyfriend who values communication, whether it's deep heart-to-heart talks or debates about the superior ice cream flavor

all silliness aside, niki would make you feel like the most loved person in the world, albeit coming with a whole package of nuisance  

beneath the playful antics and perpetual mischief, niki proves to be an attentive listener

he embraces the role of a caring boyfriend who not only shares laughter but also listens to your thoughts 

you'd feel cherished and understood every minute 🤧

in the quiet moments, he would whisper, "You know, you're my favorite person?."

in those simple yet vulnerable moments, you realize that his love, wrapped in mischief and laughter, is genuine and unchanging, and that makes every day an experience worth sharing

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[iieonarch]

Longing

No TWs or CWs, nice things here, a bit suggestive, flirting, empire setting AU, ocxcanon, jinghai

The autumn sun is gentle to whoever its light falls upon. Resting in the meadow where grass tickled his skin, he closed his eyes basking under the sun with the occasional breeze that brushed his body, like the soft touch of a thin veil that would do more harm than good against a windy season. 

There is the spontaneous yet melodious chorus of rustling grass accompanied by the choir of distant birds, but other than that there is no one but himself and nature that seemed to want to swallow him whole, wanting nothing but for him to feel. Feel the uneven texture of the ground against his back, the sharpness of the grass blades, the warmth of the sun, or the contradicting cold breeze of autumn. 

In this moment of peace, he truly started to become accustomed to the thought that everything else in the world was nothing but a dream and the reality is that he had been glued onto the earth just like this; waiting to rot and become one with nature just as they wished for him to. 

But his thoughts of peace were disrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching him, yet he did not bother to open his eyes to see who it was. “Sir, it is getting cold. This humble servant suggests that you should head back inside.” The words flew from one ear to another. Hai Chang Jun didn’t move even the slightest, but a small smile did tug at the corner of his lips. 

The servant knew that once was enough and his footsteps later grew distant. 

Silence welcomed him once more, closing its doors from the world he came from as he relaxed under the sky. 

Not long after there is another sound of footsteps. But the approaching figure did not speak nor did they stop until he felt them settle next to his body and he immediately recognized the chuckle they let out. 

“Jing Yuan,” he spoke without opening his eyes, a gentle smile on his lips as he addressed the other man. 

Jing Yuan’s hand found his, and the once cold breeze was pushed aside with Jing Yuan’s warm skin against his hand. 

“I was told that my rebellious husband didn’t listen to his servant,” Jing Yuan spoke in a low tone. He could feel Jing Yuan’s breath near his face. The sound of his robes shifting as Jing Yuan’s arms trap him. His other hand pulled a strand of his light-colored hair. 

“Will this beauty spare this longing Emperor even a glance?” Jing Yuan’s voice is nothing but an alluring whisper, much like the low sound of drums that make his heart tremble when hit. 

He opened his eyes, smiling at Jing Yuan when he saw Jing Yuan’s smile widen. 

“Beautiful,” Jing Yuan complimented, inching close to his lips as he whispered. But Jing Yuan didn’t kiss him. He could only feel Jing Yuan’s breath fanned over his lips that he so badly wanted to lean up to find that feeling of intimacy. 

He wrapped his arms around Jing Yuan, pulling himself up only to push Jing Yuan onto the ground. 

Against his husband, the Emperor’s strength was nonexistent, laughing freely as he let his husband straddle his waist. The laugh was reflected in Hai Chang Jun’s own, soft as he leaned down toward Jing Yuan’s face. His long light-colored hair flowed like water and covered the sides of his face like a veil. 

His lips met Jing Yuan’s in a soft kiss; one where it was short but Jing Yuan pulled him by the back of his neck for another and another, until he felt his waist becoming slightly sore from the position. Jing Yuan’s other hand had trailed down his back to his waist as if sensing the discomfort. 

“Hold on, let me,” Jing Yuan said as they pulled away. Jing Yuan pulled himself up, his hand on Hai Chang Jun’s waist. Now Jing Yuan’s lap was perfect for Hai Chang Jun to sit on, for Hai Chang Jun to use his torso as he leaned forward with his arms returning around Jing Yuan’s neck; the same goes with Jing Yuan’s arms around Hai Chang Jun’s waist. 

“Better?” Jing Yuan asked with an arched brow, his fingers massaging Hai Chang Jun’s waist; sometimes he teasingly trailed lower, pressing against his skin just a bit longer. The reaction barely escaped Jing Yuan’s eyes, the way Hai Chang Jun’s spine jerked slightly, or when his shoulders slowly hunched together. However, Jing Yuan has yet to make red appear on Hai Chang Jun’s cheeks. 

“Better,” Hai Chang Jun replied, smiling sweetly at Jing Yuan. 

When the sun slowly set, it highlighted the edges of Hai Chang Jun’s frame with its warm golden glow. Jing Yuan softened his gaze when he moved his hand to touch Hai Chang Jun’s cheek, pulling him closer to his chest as he went in for a kiss. 

Hai Chang Jun’s fingers combed apart Jing Yuan’s hair, sometimes they twirled on a few strands to pull on them and Jing Yuan let out a breathy chuckle in between their kiss. Hai Chang Jun hummed in return only for it to be cut off by a small yelp when Jing Yuan pinched his waist, his body jerked from the sudden sensation. Jing Yuan let out a louder laugh, his head thrown back seeing the way Hai Chang Jun’s brows furrowed in disapproval at him. Then his head was pulled back forward by Hai Chang Jun’s hands that cupped his cheeks. 

“Your Highness, you’re too rough,” Hai Chang Jun complained in a small voice, he looked at Jing Yuan with a hint of annoyance but Jing Yuan only continued to grin, his hands pulled Hai Chang Jun’s body closer to his chest to he placed his head on Hai Chang Jun’s shoulder.

The warmth of Jing Yuan’s body melded with Hai Chang Jun’s, replacing the cold from when the winds caressed him long before Jing Yuan came. They both stayed in the same position for some time, allowing the comfortable silence while each of them busied themselves with their lover’s traits; Hai Chang Jun kept playing with Jing Yuan’s hair, even with the hairpiece keeping his playful white curls from sprawling out, Hai Chang Jun did them a favor by ruffling them up. While Jing Yuan ran his fingers across the intricate design sewn onto Hai Chang Jun’s robes with beads that sparkled like crystals. 

“Will you not come to bed again tonight?” Hai Chang Jun whispered but his words were evident as he asked with his lips near Jing Yuan’s ear. 

Jing Yuan smiled, moving his focus back from Hai Chang Jun’s robes to lean back, away from Hai Chang Jun’s shoulder to properly look into his eyes. “Miss me?” 

“Your Highness, I have no one but you,” Hai Chang Jun replied, jabbing a finger into Jing Yuan’s chest with a teasing smile. “You made sure no men will have even a single word from me.” 

At his comment, Jing Yuan released another laugh. Laughter seemed to always come out of him so easily when he was around Hai Chang  Jun. How shocked would anyone be if they were to watch their Emperor in such a manner? 

“I was quite selfish years ago,” Jing Yuan admitted, his hands grasping Hai Chang Jun’s waist only for it to run up on his sides making his lips part for a sigh that Jing Yuan would miss if he weren’t this close to him. Feeling Hai Chang Jun’s figure under his many layers of robes that Jing Yuan would gladly pull apart if they were in their chambers and not the outdoors. 

“Though, I still want you all for myself,” Jing Yuan went on, a light smirk on his lips as he watched closely Hai Chang Jun’s expression when his hand slid across his stomach, pulling on the sash around his waist. That was when Hai Chang Jun let out a soft gasp and Jing Yuan hummed, feeling Hai Chang Jun’s hand stopping his. 

“I miss you,” Jing Yuan said softly, his tone genuine and Hai Chang Jun almost felt the weight of the entire empire was carried in his words, longing for a place where he could unravel. 

Hai Chang Jun’s shoulders relaxed at Jing Yuan’s confession. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss under Jing Yuan’s eye where his beauty mark perfectly adorned his already handsome features. 

“I miss you more,” Hai Chang Jun replied in the same soft tone before he let out a breathy laugh. 

His arms lazily returned to sit on Jing Yuan’s shoulders and there was an enticing look on his face, with the way his brows rose and how his eyes narrowed at his lips curve: a familiar one that Jing Yuan had grown accustomed to. 

“Shall we cure this longing?” Hai Chang Jun proposed gradually. Hai Chang Jun’s hand moved to trail down Jing Yuan’s jaw before he tilted his chin upwards in Hai Chang Jun’s direction. “Carve every inch of our skin with each other so we’ll remember and should longing strikes us both in the coming days, we’ll be prepared.” 

The invitation was not tempting and Jing Yuan will always let himself be swayed by it. Jing Yuan will let his defenses low, bear himself open, and be the most vulnerable for Hai Chang Jun to embrace, for Hai Chang Jun to love. While it was tempting, they both knew that they would return wanting more. 

Greed is something Jing Yuan is familiar with, he’s seen it in many and he is no exception. Greed is not an emotion Jing Yuan will show in front of his prime ministers because greed is something he will save specifically for Hai Chang Jun and only for Hai Chang Jun. 

“Your proposal is very tempting,” Jing Yuan finally answered, leaning up to give Hai Chang Jun a quick kiss for a reward. “This Emperor approves.”

[felixsbakingbud]

Sahar my platonic babe I need u to know this wrecked and emotionally devastated me in ways I did not know I could be wrecked and emotionally devastated like— genuinely I can never pick a favorite fic from u always ALWAYS manage to create an even more beautiful one than the last one and this????? Was???? Beautiful???????? I still have to finish the other series from u I was reading but god ik I’m not gonna emotionally last through this one (I’m still ready to have my emotions wrecked as always if it’s u bae 😫🫶).

In general, I absolutely love how this connects to Volcano. God I absolutely love that song. I mean I say that about every Han song, but I connect so deeply with that song and for you to connect it to FIC FORM?? ALONGSIDE SECRET SECRET??? ANOTHER HANNIE SONG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE??? (I love all Hannie songs). Girl ur a genius I just can’t.

Once more welcome back to the parts that changed my brain chemistry for the better and improved my life because u legitimately do that with ur wordings I absolutely can’t anymore.

“Han can't believe he ever thought you weren't human enough. You are a mosaic of every feeling that makes one human. There are lyrics writing themselves in his head and they're all about you.” I LOVED HOW THIS WAS WRITTEN LIKE 😭😭😭 Han finding inspiration already from the world around him and connecting that with y/n and just sisnekxklsklsdlodnfkedn mosaic of every feeling that makes one human idk y that’s so beautiful to me but it just IS

“"It will pass." "What if it doesn't?" Han asks faintly. Please don't let the candle die, he wants to plead. "There is always light at the end of the tunnel." "What if the tunnel is closed?" "Then you go back to the start and find a new one," you respond. "Can I find it later? I'm so tired tonight." His voice is drowsy, sleep already clinging to his achy bones. "Just rest for now. You did well," you scratch his back lightly, as he nuzzles further into the crook of your neck. There was never a candle to begin with- you were the light.” WHEN I TELL U THAT THIS???? CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY???? This whole SCENE with just y/n comforting Han I cannot. Like Han’s songs for me have always felt like a comforting hand holding urs in a dark place, ready to help pull u out of said dark place when ur ready and that’s EXACTLY HOW THIS SCENE FEELS TOO. I just love stuff that’s written like this where there isn’t a rush to immediately heal or get better cuz it’s a slow process, but instead to acknowledge the slow progress that’s been being made and to just be there like. Dkeksososolddkdk this part made me tear up and I had to take a break like this was just perfection and I give ur brain a platonic little kiss for it bc I genuinely just loved it so so so dearly ☹️☹️☹️

“You've always known that being near Han left you breathless, but this time, it felt as though he was breathing life into you. You close your eyes instinctively, as his hold tightens on you. He smells immensely nice, like pinewood and soap. You should've hugged him sooner.” This is literally what any hug with a skz member would feel like and I would like to personally thank u for putting this image in my mind now cuz I will never let it go it’s forever tattooed in my brain

“You've once read that everything in this universe sings. Every atom's vibration creates a sound, contributing to a grand celestial chorus. It's an unscientific, but lovely thought, to wonder who our hearts sing for. Right now, it's for Han.” HOW??? DO???? YOU??? WRITE THINGD???? THAT HURT ME???? SO BAD????? Again this was so incredibly beautifully written and I love the idea of how art is integrated into our every day lives and our entire being like, we r beings made of music essentially and that’s so???? Beautiful to think about??????

“When we became friends it felt like I was stepping inside a home for the first time, and yet I already knew each turn in it." "My darkness recognizes yours and my light is you and you- you think I wouldn't care if anything happened to you?” STOP WHY DOES THID ALSO HURT SO MUCH???? Just the growth the two went through this whole fic to become better people not only towards each other but towards THEMSELVES???? Finding comfort and a home in each other and being able to face the future like 😭😭😭

I sound like a broken record but I absolutely loved this and now I’m gonna go cry into my pillow once more about the ending cuz it absolutely killed me

Volcano

pairing : han x reader. enemies to lovers. slow burn.

summary : you've never gotten along with han, your mutual prejudices ruining any prospect of friendship between you both. but you slowly realize that you are more similar than what you originally thought- your darkness recognizing his, and his light yearning for yours.

"I'll take care of you. It's horrible work. Not to me, not if it's you."

cw : depiction of a panic attack, minor injury, both reader and han say mean shit to each other, cursing, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.

word count : 13.2k

a.n: highly recommend listening to "Let the light in" by Lana when Han starts playing it in the fic hehe feedback is highly appreciated as always <3

skz quotes series masterlist.

You remember being seven years old, sitting on the floor of your bedroom, while your mom brushed your hair. It was a late July night, a cold breeze swaying your white curtains, akin to the fluttering of a butterfly’s wing. Your eyes were slightly puffy, delicate red veins protruding the white of them. You had just finished watching a Disney movie- the Lion King; heavy sobs escaping your lips when Mufasa died.

There were still faint hiccups coursing through you, a slight shake in your hands as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Your mom brought you to her chest, her chin resting on your small shoulder blade. "You’re sensitive, my sweet girl" she had uttered, rubbing your arms soothingly.

It was the first time someone described you as such. You didn’t know what ‘sensitive’ entailed exactly, but it contained the word ‘sense’, so you assumed it was something good, a quality to be proud of you. You could sense, maybe more than others, maybe too deeply. That’s why you cried when you didn’t get a good grade, or when your friends left you alone in the park.

But you didn't mind back then. What was your heart made for if not to feel?

You should’ve paid more attention to the way your mom spoke, to the bittersweetness lingering in her tone. As if she knew exactly what it entailed to be sensitive- to have your heart overflow with delicate feelings for the rest of your life, with no safe destination to guard them in.

☄༄

You’ve forgotten the last time you cried in.

The tears are lodged inside your throat- you can clearly feel them, an uncomfortable weight sitting on your vocal cords, rendering them impossible to use.

You used to cry, freely, so much that you lost count of how much it happened. But you realized that every tear that escaped your eyes, made you vulnerable, weaker, in the hands of the people around you. Every tear that washed over you, only rendered you more transparent for everyone to peer at how they wounded your soul. 

So, you conditioned yourself to stop feeling as deeply, or at least to stop showing it. The sadness, the hurt, the anger were all stored within you; but your face remained placid, not betraying how you truly felt. You were like a pond, tranquil at the surface, raging from within.

But on days like this one, you miss the person you were. When the implications of being sensitive still haven’t weighed down on you. When you could get rid of your feelings in the essence of your tears. When you didn’t yet feel bad for feeling.

Chan's eyes are on you, as you type furiously on your laptop. Your vision is so blurry that you can no longer see your lit screen. But you’re afraid that if you pause then Chan would ask if you were okay, and you hated that question. Because you never truly knew the answer to it. Yes, you were okay. But you haven’t cried in six months and your friend didn’t greet you back this morning and you suddenly feel very small in a very large library.

"Hey," Chan taps your hand with his pen and you suck in a slight breath, before raising your head to meet his eyes. "Are you-" he starts but you’re quick to cut him off, knowing exactly where this was headed. "Did you answer question five? I’m stuck on what formula to use."

Chan raises a brow at you, and you blink repeatedly. His eyes travel to your feet tapping furiously against the floor, and he understands.

 "I'm still at number four," he finally says and you nod in relief. You’ve been close friends for a year and Chan has come to know you- he’s dropping the subject.

"Oh, and are you coming to the party tonight?" Chan asks, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He’s hosting it and there is hope twinkling in his eyes. You feel bad because you’re about to crush it.

"No, need to revise more for the upcoming test."

"Of course, you’ll still be buried in your books," a sarcastic voice quips up, and you stiffen inwardly. Han- one-third of 3racha, Chan’s self-made producing group, and the bane of your existence. You never liked who you were around Han, he brought out the worst in you. Made all your insecurities roar forward, plastered across your body in neon red.

He was friends with Chan, long before you came into the picture, back into their high school days when Han skipped a class and ended up in the same one as Chan’s. A genius, as everyone around you liked to call him. And they were right- excelling came easily to Han, in everything he ever did. Even tapping into each one of your tender nooks and crannies.

He knew how to expertly push your buttons, how to make his tone sound mocking, and taunting, but only to you. Because you were sensitive, and he knew it, finding it almost amusing to toy with you. 

You decide to stay silent because nothing good ever comes out of talking back to him. So, you bite your tongue, turning back to look at your screen. But Han’s elbow grazes your arm, as he leans a bit further into your face. "Come on, live a little, y/n. You’re missing out on the college experience," he makes a big show of opening his arms wide, a single red pen spinning between his fingers. "Quit being stuck up for one night." And it spins, and it spins, and it spins and something ugly inside you crumbles.

"I’m sorry I wasn’t born with a golden spoon shoved down my throat and I actually have to work for my future."

Han’s eyes widen at the raw animosity in your voice, before narrowing down promptly. He’s leaning onto your face again, and his tone is low and cold when he speaks again. "What did you just say to me?"

"Is it so hard to grasp that not everyone is as privileged as you? We can’t all afford to get wasted every fucking night and call it a life."

You’re being mean. This is the rudest you’ve ever been to someone else. You know that your reaction is disproportionate to what he said. But it isn’t just about this instant. It’s an amalgam of every moment Han made you feel small in, because you don’t go out as much as him, because you don’t understand as quickly as him. Taunts thrown your way under the guise of teasing, but you know better.

Still, guilt eats at you as your eyes lock with Chan’s. You should’ve stayed silent, as you’ve been diligently doing for the past year.

"How do you stand being her friend Chan? Is it out of pity?" Han muses, a pout pulling at his lips. You stare ahead as Han tsks lightly, before tapping your cheek with his pen, bringing your face back to him. "I think it is. Because isn’t she so fucking boring?"

Being near Han always makes you hyper-aware of things you never noticed before. Like how a breath has to travel from the depths of your body so you’d be able to release it, and how excruciatingly long it takes for you to draw in a new one. Because Han’s words are never harmless, no, they settle on the confines of your lungs, crushing down any bit of oxygen willing to leave you.

You've had enough.

"When you’re eighty, on your deathbed, and all alone. I hope you know that there is no one around to blame but yourself."

"Don’t cross the line, yn," Chan finally speaks and you scoff, as you get up to grab your things.

"What fucking line, Chan? So, he can insult me all day but as soon as I do it there is a line? Why are you taking his side?"

Chan stays silent and you chuckle dryly. "Of course, you are. You’re only friends with me out of pity after all."

"That’s not true-"

"Well, you didn’t deny it, did you Chan?"

"Yn, I-"

"Save it."

Han’s eyes are glossy as you take one final glance at him. But your heart’s bleeding too much for you to care about his minor cut.

☄༄

For how much time can a conversation haunt someone? Seventeen days, for your case. And you're still counting.

You have nit-picked your fight with Han in the library so much that it's driving you insane. His voice is drilled into your head- the coldness of it as he reeled back from the shock of your words, and then, the pure venom dripping from his tone, as he attacked you where it hurt the most. Chan.

Han chose his words carefully, stitched up the sentence perfectly to hurt you, to stick to your flesh like burnt skin, one that you peeled over and over, each time it threatened to scar.

You haven't talked to Chan in seventeen days. He tried to stop you; on your way out of class, in the line of your campus cafeteria, on the doorsteps of your dorm. But you always fleet away. His eyes were also imprinted into your brain- the disappointment in them when you clapped back at Han.

What about him? You wanted to yell. Why are you only disappointed in me?

But the tears in your pillow have dried. Then fallen again. Then dried once more. And you found the answer to question five. And you miss Chan, terribly so.

That's why you're pacing around his dorm, at 10 pm, when it's also terribly cold outside. Your fingers have gone numb from the ministrations of the wind, but you don't move from your place. You know that the chances of seeing Han- the second person you’ve been avoiding like the plague- would be higher here. But you didn't care anymore.

Your thumb hovers over the call button and you bite your lip harshly. Would Chan pick up? Would he hang up? Was he really your friend out of pity?

"Yn?" a voice calls out, and you startle, turning around to see who it is. Changbin, carrying two bags of groceries in his hand. He's Chan’s friend as well, the final member of 3racha. You like Changbin. He's always being very kind to you. You've grown much closer to him than to Han in the past few months; not that the latter has ever wanted a friendship with you. From the day you met and his eyes narrowed promptly each time you talked. You should’ve known from the start.

"Why are you out here in the cold?" Changbin asks gently, stepping cautiously towards you.

"Chan," you say simply and he nods, understanding what you mean.

"He's not here now, but he'll come home soon. Let's go inside, okay?" he smiles tentatively at you and you hum in reply.

Changbin opens the door and you follow inside. You help him take out the groceries silently, stacking them in their fridge and shelves. Lots of protein powder, and chicken packets. You'd laugh about it if you weren't so sad.

"Chan misses you," Changbin speaks up suddenly, and your heartbeat quickens at his words.

"I miss him too."

"Then you'll be okay."

You try to remember Changbin’s reassuring smile when Chan finally opens the door to the dorm, an hour later. He finds you sitting on the stool in the kitchen. His eyes light up once they settle on you.

And you unravel at the sight.

You're crying, sobs rippling from you as he brings you to his chest. He's patting your head and whispering that it's okay. And you know his shirt is all crumpled from clutching it in your hands. But he doesn't mind. He only hugs you tighter.

"I'm sorry, yn. So, so, sorry. I should've stopped him before, I just... You two are my best friends and I didn't want to add fuel to the fire by talking and-"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm the one who should apologize for ghosting you."

"I understand why you did it. I fucked up but I missed you so much. Can we please never do this again?”

“Yes please,” you giggle, but the sound withers as the door opens once again.

"What is she doing here?" a cold voice breaks you and Chan apart, as your eyes land on Han. His gaze sucks the breath out of you, and the warmth in your heart fizzles out. Your hold on Chan’s shirt tightens and he takes an unconscious step in front of your body. Han doesn't miss the protective gesture.

"Get out, yn."

"You don't get to kick my friends out of my house," Chan is angry. And you regret ever coming here.

"Last I checked it's my house too." Han doesn't even bother looking at you. He's holding Chan’s gaze as if they're silently communicating. "You know damn well what she said why-" he takes a deep breath, running a hand angrily through his hair. "Fuck this. If she's not leaving then I am."

And with that he storms out, slamming the door behind him. You flinch at the sound.

Chan’s eyebrows are knitted as he stares at where Han stood seconds ago as if trying to conjure him up once again. You never wanted to strain their friendship. You knew how much Han cared for Chan, even if he didn't bear the same sentiment for you.

"Chan, I’ll leave. Call Han and tell him I'm gone."

"You don't have to."

"I know," you reassure, placing your hand on his forearm. "We'll talk more later, okay? It's cold and he has nowhere to go. Just call him, please."

"Fine," Chan concedes. "Call me when you get home, alright?" his eyes finally soften and you squeeze his hand in reply, before heading out as well.

The walk from Chan’s dorm to yours is fairly short, but tonight, it seems like kilometers are separating you from the safety of your bed. There is a heavy weight crushing your bones, most of it being guilt at what just transpired between Chan and Han.

That's what comes with being sensitive- you bear the weight of your feelings and the one of those surrounding you.

Were you out of place with what you said to Han? Yes. Was it eating you inside to see the consequences of your words? Yes. But he was also to blame, you repeated in your head. He was also to blame. Please. You plead, you don't know to whom, maybe to the voice in your head to stop being so mean. 'But none of this would've happened if you weren't so sensitive. So easy to bruise' the voice mocks and you stumble on your feet.

It happens so suddenly it takes you off guard- the way the breath is knocked out of you. You pause, chest heaving as you bend down slightly. Your hand is on your heart as you try to breathe again, but it's shaking so much. Your legs give out under you, and you plop down on the floor, eyes tightly shut. You can't breathe. You can't breathe. You're going to pass out.

"Yn, what-" A hand rests on your shoulder but you shake it off. You don't want to be touched. Not by him.

"Let me help-" Han speaks again, and you scramble away from him, as best as you can anyway. You end up kneeling on the ground once again, your back to him. "Get-get away."

"I know you're mad but you aren't okay and I know how horrib-"

"You aren't helping!" you shout through tears, as your heart threatens to spill out of your throat. "You’ve hurt me e-enough already."

You don't remember how you got home that night, how you managed to open the door or cross the road leading to your dorm. But you remember Han leaving you on the cold ground, just like you wanted. You remember the ache in your bones as you laid on your bed; the burning desire to stop feeling for a night, to cut your chest open and tear off your bleeding heart.

☄༄

One month later

If there's one thing you've always complained to Chan about, it's the fact that his building had an elevator in it, unlike yours.

Today, you’ve come to regret this fact. Tremendously.

You’ve been avoiding going to Chan’s dorm for the past weeks since the last thing you wanted was to see Han. But, he insisted on you coming over, reassuring you that it would only be him and Changbin at home since Han supposedly had other plans.

Well, Chan was wrong. Because Han just walked into the elevator you are in, mere moments before its doors closed.

Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes lock on yours. He looks like he wants to say something but he decides against it, opting for sighing loudly instead, before pressing the button leading to the fourth floor, rather harshly.

Your need to flee has never been this strong.

You watch anxiously as the numbers slowly go up. 1… 2… 3… Then a loud voice startles you and the elevator starts to shake in place. The door is suddenly opened and you are met with a cement wall, blocking your exit.

"What the fuck?" Han groans as you press the emergency button repeatedly, hoping that the elevator will resume its course and this nightmare will be forgotten.

It doesn’t.

"You’re going to break the goddamn button," Han pushes your hand away and you stumble away from him.

"Can you shut up? I’m not in the mood for your bullshit."

"Does it look like I’m happy to be here?" Han scoffs, as a ringtone plays in the elevator, cutting you off before you could respond. 

"Hey guys, this happens from time to time, so no need to worry. Is everyone alright?" Someone speaks and you assume it's the worker charged with the maintenance of the elevator.

"Yes," you both reply at the same time.

"Great. We’ve contacted the mechanics but they said there’s a lot of traffic, so it might take a bit longer for them to get here."

"How long?" Han asks the question that’s on your mind as well.

"Two hours, at most, for you to get out."

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," you groan, as hot tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. This is the last thing you needed today- to be stuck in a cramped-up space with the one person who sucks the oxygen out of any room you’re in.

"Thanks, man," Han sighs and you turn your back to him, facing the wall. You’ve had a horrible day, scratch that, a horrible week. Hanging out with Chan and Changbin was the one thing you were looking forward to, only for the worst possible scenario to happen- being stuck in the same place with Han. You feel an urgent need to sob but you can’t cry in front of him. Not when he’s all claws and your skin is tender.

"Wait, are you claustrophobic?" He suddenly asks, seemingly inches away from your body.

"As if you’d fucking care," you scoff, before heading to a corner of the elevator and settling down.

"I'm not a monster, you know," he mutters in an almost sad tone, one that forces you to look up at him. His hands are deep into his pockets, eyebrows knitted as he gazes down at you. "Do you really think I’m that much of an asshole?"

"Yes," you reply instantly, before staring forward again. The hurt that flashes in his eyes shouldn’t tug at your heartstrings, but it does, ever so faintly, like the last wave that grazes your feet as you get out of the ocean. "I’m not claustrophobic," you add after a while and Han finally sits on the opposite side from you.

It’s hot and stuffy in the elevator, and it’s quiet, too quiet for your liking. You’ve never really liked silence for too long, it made the small voice in your head only grow bolder, louder, impossible to ignore.

Thirty-five excruciatingly long minutes go by and the tension only grows more suffocating. It’s simmering, barely beneath the surface, waiting for the person who will finally make it explode. 

It’s Han.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Come on, we have nothing else to do.”

“Have you tried being silent?”

"Yn," he says sternly and you begrudgingly concede. "Fine. Ask me."

You imagine him smirking slightly, the way he does each time he manages to push you over the edge.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“We’re not doing this right now,” you shake your head, tone adamant.

"When’s a better time for it? We’re literally never in the same place."

“And whose fault that is?” You smile too sarcastically and he frowns. “So, I’m the only one to blame?”

“Can’t you see how full of yourself you are? Fuck, Han, this is exactly what I hate about you.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“You’re so immature, you never sit back to think of how your words might impact someone.”

"What words yn? I was teasing you!" his voice grows louder and so does yours. "You were hurting me!" you yell, chest heaving. There is something utterly terrifying in this confession- to let someone know how easy it was for them to get to you.

"But I didn’t mean to," he drags a hand through his hair, exasperated. "It's not my fault you felt that way."

An ironic chuckle leaves your lips, as you point at him. "See, you're doing it again! You're blaming me for my reaction instead of evaluating how your actions might have caused it."

"Look, yn," he scrambles to you until there are only a few centimeters separating your bodies. "I really wanna fix this, okay? Can we stop screaming?"

"Why are you so hellbent on fixing it?" you question, as you lean further away from him. He notices and takes a step back, giving you space.

"Because although I don't care about you, I care about Chan. And this is hurting him. So, I want to be civil with you."

The mention of Chan feels like a cold bucket of water dousing the fire within you. You know he’s struggling to be in the middle of two people he loves. He doesn’t deserve that.

"Fine," you sigh softly. “You talk. I’ll listen.”

"I didn't... I didn't know that my words would hurt you. In truth, it looked like you weren't affected at all. That's why I kept pushing you because… God Yn you're so perfect it maddens me."

Your eyebrows knit together at his words- the last thing you expected to stumble out of his mouth. "What are you talking about?"

"You never get sad, never get angry. Your emotions are always in check. You're always smiling, always laughing. Have everything figured out from how you want to be now to where you want to be in the future. And you know yourself, you never step out of order. And this is selfish and stupid but it irked me. Because I am the opposite of you. I'm a mess and too human it terrifies me, so I wanted to see if you had a breaking point. But each time I taunted you, you remained placid. So, I kept pushing to see if you'd break one day because, selfishly enough, that would make me feel better about how broken I am."

"Han, you're so stupid. Aren't you a literal genius? You excel in everything you do and you have fun on top of it, every single night. Don't you realize how lucky you are?"

"Do you really believe I find joy in being wasted and not even remembering what happened that night? I do that because I'm in my mind most of the days and it isn't the best place to be in. So, I like to forget."

“Why do you think I always bury myself in my studies? Because it's safe and it makes me forget too. Did you really think I didn’t feel? I feel too much and that’s the problem.”

Han remains silent as you curse under your breath. "Do you even realize how selfish this is? To test a human's breaking point? All because what? I didn't shove my struggles down your nose? Would you go around and do this to everyone who looked fine to you?"

"I know, I know, I was just in a bad place, and this isn't an excuse but I... I felt as if you were just showing me everything that was wrong with me."

"That is how I felt around you," you chuckle bitterly and he hangs his head low. He’s much quieter when he speaks again. “I guess we’re more similar than I thought.”

"Doesn't excuse what you did. You targeted me and made me feel insane because no one was hearing the hostility in your tone like I did."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I really am. I never thought it'd get this bad and I deserve every name you called me."

"You do." You close your eyes, as Han’s words wash over you. There is so much more you want to say, so much you want to spit out in his face because of his selfish coping mechanism. But you also want peace, for Chan’s sake. So, you try to bury your resentment, just like you do with every other feeling. One day it’ll turn into indifference. You’ll make sure of it.

You bite your lip, before clearing your throat. Your tone is softer when you speak again. "I'm sorry for what I told you in the library. About you dying alone and whatnot. That wasn't nice of me."

"You really hit the nail with that one," Han chuckles quietly, and guilt floods your heart at the expression on his face. "And I'm sorry for calling you boring. You aren't. And for everything I said before that."

"Okay. It's okay." You reassure, a tiny smile drawn on your lips.

He nods before a sly grin grows on his face. "Should we hug it out?" he teases, cocking an eyebrow at you and you stare pointedly at him. "Don't push your luck."

"Yes, ma'am."

An hour later, the mechanics finally manage to get the elevator going, which in turn allows you both to get out. Han opens the door to the dorm, and you find Chan lying on the couch, scrolling down his phone.

"Han? I thought you would..." he starts before trailing off as he looks up. "Yn? Where were you, I’ve been calling you for the past two hours."

"I didn't have signal."

"Why where were-" Chan goes to question before stopping once again. He hurriedly stands up and walks toward you.

"You... Are standing next to one another."

"We are," Han replies, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"And you aren't... Fighting?" his statement comes out more like a question, which makes both you and Han chuckle.

"We aren't."

"We talked it out, in the elevator which we were both just stuck in," you add and Chan’s eyes grow wide, as a breathtaking smile breaks out on his face.

"Oh my god. Finally. We'll talk about the elevator bit later but it's been so hard trying not to be in the same place as the both of you."

"We know. We're sorry," you both pout in sync and Chan shakes his head, before opening his arms wide. You giggle, before walking to him and sinking into his embrace. Han follows you shortly after, and your eyes meet behind Chan’s back. He shoots you a tiny thumbs up.

Is this how a dandelion feels, you wonder, when someone blows on it in the hopes it'll grant their selfish wishes. Only to be tossed away afterward, lifeless.

You drown out the thought before smiling back at Han. It doesn’t reach your eyes.

☄༄

Befriending two-thirds of 3racha holds within it a lot of privileges. The first one is listening to unreleased music, the second is having exclusive insight into their upcoming performances.

Their gigs don't happen as often as they'd like, because they're still students who unfortunately have lots of assignments. But when a window of free time materializes, they unveil their latest productions at vibrant parties, dimly lit bars, or even the occasional club. Which attracts a lot of people, some even coming from neighboring towns to listen to them play.

Everyone can recognize raw talent, even if rap doesn't happen to be their favorite genre.

This is how you know that they'll be performing Heyday, their latest creation, at Seungmin’s party. You've met him in passing, and Chan insisted that you'd come. Not that you needed much convincing anyway, you fell in love with this song the minute you heard it.

There is an exhilarating energy in Seungmin’s mansion, a palpable anticipation preceding 3racha’s performance, as you all gaze at the makeshift stage. The place is packed, bodies pressed tightly to one another. You feel slightly uncomfortable but you swallow it down. You're here to support Chan first and foremost, you can leave if things become too much for you.

The introductory chords materialize abruptly, and 3racha takes the stage. Chan is clad in a white shirt with huge gaps on his sides, revealing glimpses of his chest each time he bends down. Changbin, on the opposite end of the spectrum, is wearing a tightly fitted black shirt, hugging each muscle of his to perfection. Han, the last one to walk in, sports a loose black shirt, with a low neckline. His nails are painted to match the color of his attire, you notice.

The song kicks off with Changbin's incendiary rap as deafening cheers ring all around you. You make sure to scream on top of your lungs too, as Changbin’s loud voice commands the attention of everyone in the room. You’ve always held a penchant for his rap style- how powerful he sounds, and how addicted you quickly become to hearing him on stage. You remember once telling him that any song that starts with his rapping is a successful hit. He playfully nudged your shoulder but his appreciative smile was hard to miss.

Chan’s part is next and you try to rap along, as best as you can anyway due to your fleeting memory. It sounds mostly like gibberish but you don’t mind, especially when your eyes meet Chan’s and he grins at you, before morphing into the mesmerizing stage persona that's peculiar to him. You clearly remember the first time you witnessed him on stage, and how enthralled you were by the sheer power he exuded. His destiny was intertwined with music, no one could deny that. 

A bed squeaking sound comes next, followed by the knocking on the door and you giggle against your will. That was Han’s ingenious touch, as Chan had shared when you'd raised a quizzical brow at him while listening. “Is this based on a real-life experience?” You asked, a knowing smirk etched upon your features, and he pretended to zip his mouth, earlobes turning a vibrant shade of crimson.

Han finally starts rapping in his inimitable style, exuding an effortless, laid-back aura. Your gazes meet at the "let's go play" line, and he tilts his head quizzically at you as he utters his confused "huh?". You raise one eyebrow at him prompting a sly smirk from him, before redirecting his attention to the opposite side of the stage. Yet, your eyes remain on him throughout his entire part.

The boys step off the stage, and you watch from the corner of the room with a wide grin as a swarm of people surrounds them. Congratulations and praise fill the air, and you can tell that 3racha thrives on this moment- it's what they live for, what makes their souls rise up from the ashes. 

Chan catches your eye, and you applaud enthusiastically, letting out a happy giggle. He blows you a kiss, and you playfully pretend to catch it, eliciting a small shake of his head. Changbin, who's standing near him, catches the exchange and winks at you from a distance, to which you respond with two thumbs up.

Even though you're a bit far from them, you're certain the boys can sense the pride radiating from you in waves. There's something truly magical about humans existing in their element, particularly people you care about.

Your gaze shifts to Han, and your smile falters slightly. He's also glowing, but signs of discomfort are starting to creep onto his face. You recognize them fairly well, as you've felt them too at times when emotions become overwhelming. So, after a brief internal debate, you decide to act and begin making your way toward him, pushing through the crowd despite the rising complaints behind you.

They fall on deaf ears.

You grab Han's forearm, pulling him with you through the sea of bodies toward the bathroom. He doesn't fight, following diligently behind you. You open the door and pull him inside, pausing as you realize you don't have a specific plan for bringing him here. This is also the first time you've been alone together since the elevator conversation.

"Thank you," Han whispers, and you nod, your eyes softening. "I'm okay, I love performing, I just needed a breather," he quickly adds, as if feeling guilty for being overwhelmed. 

"That's completely understandable. You are running on a lot of adrenaline, and the room is so crowded," you say with a smile, turning to the mirror to touch up your makeup.

Han remains silent for a while as you powder your face, before reapplying your cherry lip gloss. You can hear him taking in deep breaths, and you avoid looking at him, worried he might feel embarrassed.

"What did you think of the performance?" he finally asks, and you raise your head slightly. You lock eyes with him through the mirror, as he leans against the door, arms crossed in front of his chest. His black t-shirt falls a bit, revealing more of his bare skin, and your eyes trail down for a moment.

"It was really good. I think this song might be my favorite of all yours."

"Really?" Han grins, his words filled with an excitement that warms your heart despite yourself. He's just received heaps of compliments from hundreds of people, yet your words still seem to affect him deeply.

"Yes. I loved your rap, how it started in a laid-back manner, and then you cleared your throat and picked up the pace. It added a unique edge to the song."

"Thank you, really," his smile is genuine, and you giggle softly, shaking your head.

"What's funny?" he asks, walking up to you. You're still facing the mirror, and he's now only inches away from you.

"I didn't imagine you'd appreciate my compliment this much."

"It feels sincere," he shrugs and you nod, finally turning around and leaning against the sink.

"It is sincere."

"Good."

You hold his gaze, eyes only trailing down to go across his face. He looks far different from how he did on stage. Shier, more eager for praise.

"You have..." he steps up until the scent of his cologne tickles your nose. His hand raises ever so slowly to your face, and you hold your breath, as he picks up something from your cheek. His hands are warm.

"An eyelash fell. Make a wish."

A surprised chuckle escapes your lips. "You wish on fallen lashes?"

"You wish on everything when you need hope." his voice is low, a timber so foreign to your ears it sends shivers down your spine. So, you close your eyes, wishing for your heart to quit beating so fast.

"Done," you whisper and he blows the single lash away, his gaze still on you.

"Thank you for coming."

"Of course. I had to support Chan and Changbin." It slips from your mouth before you can stop it, and Han slightly recoils from your words.

"Right, them. Yeah. Of course," he finally backs away, and oxygen fills your lungs once again. "I'm good now. Should we go out?"

"After you," you nod tightly and he walks ahead first, his perfume trailing after him and pulling you into a dizzying dance. 

☄༄

The party Seungmin hosted was your last time having fun for a while. Your preparation for midterm exams began soon after, and you found yourself swarmed with assignments left and right. Thankfully, you and Chan were going through it at the same time, which meant you met at the library each day, revising silently near one another.

Except this time, you were joined by Han.

Goosebumps ran across your skin as he pulled the chair next to you, not the good kind of shivers. You were reminded of the fight you had right here, three months ago. Which still left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You don't hate Han anymore. He's actually funny, and you enjoy listening to his ramblings when you go over to Chan's dorm. He's also really different in his home, much quieter, and softer. Much more like you.

But you're also human, and there is still a part of your brain sending off warning signals at his presence. Maybe because the hurt was never buried properly. You just brushed it off under the carpet after your elevator conversation. Most of it was spent shouting anyway.

"Hey," he greets and you just nod in reply. You can feel his gaze linger on you a bit after that, and a pang of guilt twists in your heart. "Hi," you finally reply, but you tune out his response. Why is it that you're sensitive to everyone's emotions but your own?

Twenty minutes go by, then forty, and you can no longer take the uncomfortable feeling clinging to your skin. So, you excuse yourself, hurriedly stepping out of the library.

Han follows you; you can tell it’s him because someone's chair scraped loudly against the floor as soon as you stood up, and that couldn't be Chan because he is always careful with the silence in the library. So, you put on your headphones and walk faster.

This is childish, surely it is, but you can't control your emotions. You've apologized and so did he, you talk from time to time and you even held his arm and took him to a quiet bathroom. So where is all this bitterness coming from?

"Dammit, yn, how are you so fast?" Han grabs your arm pausing you. He's panting slightly and you just blankly stare as he takes in a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" he finally asks and you nod, turning around to walk away. He stops you again.

"I made you uncomfortable, didn't I?" he asks quietly, and you sigh, rubbing your forehead wearily.

"You didn't do anything, I just... Being in that library reminded me of certain things."

"I know. Me too. Can we please talk?"

"We are talking," you raise your brows and he stares pointedly at you. "Come on you know what I mean."

"Fine," you giggle, "we can talk."

"I didn't apologize properly to you in the elevator. Truth is, I did it because Chan was mad at me and I couldn't stand it anymore."

The bitterness- you understand where it comes from now.

"But I am sorry. Truly sorry. I was selfish and I hurt you and this will sound like a joke, but I hate hurting people. I really do. I was just too wrapped up in my problems that I didn't realize how it would affect you and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I also shouldn't have tried to kick you out that day, but dying alone is my biggest fear, and seeing you in my home made me want to lose my mind because I couldn't get what you said out of my head, but it was so cold outside and again I shouldn't have told you to go out and I am so sorry-"

"Han, breathe," you smile, cutting him off and Han sucks in a deep breath, chest slightly heaving from talking uninterrupted for a minute straight.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to apologize, properly this time. I'm doing it because I'm guilty, not because of Chan. Nothing excuses my behavior, I know. And I wish I could turn back in time and actually get to know you because you're really cool and very nice, but I can't. All I can do is apologize. So I'm sorry, Yn. I really am."

"I appreciate it," you smile, and Han exhales a little from relief. "I didn't know that was your biggest fear, but even if it wasn't, that was uncalled for. I shouldn't have said something so mean. So, I'm sorry for it too. But I'm not apologizing for being mad, you deserved that."

"I did, I did, I know." He's quick to agree. "I don't want us to be awkward around one another. I'm not telling you that you have to be my best friend but, we can be friends, right? But you also don't have to. It's enough if you forgive me and... You know what? Never mind forget I said anything, I'm just nervous and-"

"Okay."

"Okay?" he repeats.

"We can be friends. I accept your truthful apology."

"Actually?"

"Yes."

"Like we can start over?" he grins and you chuckle at the excitement in his face. "Yes."

"Can we hug it out?"

"Too soon," you pout and he nods, a faint blush dusting his cheek.

"Right. Should we go back to the library? I saw that you were stuck on a question. I can help you."

"You won't make any comments?"

"No. Pinky promise." he outstretches his pinky towards you and you muse over it for a bit, before wrapping your finger around his. You grin at Han- your first genuine smile since he's known you. His hold on your pinky falters.

"Okay. I'm in."

.☄༄

Five weeks later- 1:13 a.m.

You were still slightly cautious near Han as if you were both threading along an invisible line. You could talk, but not too much, afraid any old animosity would shine through. And you could stay together, but not too long, in case it gets awkward and you wouldn't know what to do. So, you never mixed, just like water and oil, each of you knowing their place, away from the other.

But you still didn't want to miss out on outings with your friends. So, when Chan invites you for a movie night with Han, and Changbin, you don't say no.

The night runs smoothly, the warm beer you had easing your nerves bit by bit. It was also easier to forget that you once hated Han when he brought tears to your eyes from laughing so hard.

2:56 a.m.

An unbearable heat suddenly envelopes you, your very blood boiling from within. You hesitantly look down, to find your entire body bathed in red, as if your skin had melted away, exposing you to the scorching heat embracing your tender flesh.

You are in the heart of a volcano, with lava bubbling dangerously below. Hanging by a frail thread, you dangle over the edge of death.

And then, you plummet. 

You startle awake, your heart pounding in your chest, your hand clutching it tightly. Cold sweat clings to your skin, and it takes you a few moments to realize that you're safe, far from the inside of the volcano that had threatened to consume you.

You glance at your phone- 3:43 a.m. You read. It's only been a mere hour since you went to sleep. You don't think you could drift back into slumber. 

Dragging a hand tiredly across your face, you walk into the pitch-black kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water, hoping that the icy drink will cool you down. You are safe.

"What are you-" you startle, dropping the glass and spinning around, hand pressed to your heart.

"Han, fuck, you scared me," you sigh, tugging at your hair slightly and he's quick to your side, a string of hushed apologies tumbling from his lips.

"I'm sorry, here let me clean it up," he kneels and you follow suit, grabbing his hands and gently pushing them away. "No, I dropped it, let me clean," you reassure, but your hands are trembling as you pick up the shards of glass, any bit of logic clouded by your racing thoughts.

Your heartbeat's ringing loudly in your ears, you barely register the glass cutting your skin until an uncharacteristic warmth oozes from your hand. Blood.

"Shit," you curse lowly and Han illuminates the place with his phone flashlight. "Did you cut yourself?" he asks and you shake your head, walking over to the sink.

"It's nothing, don't worry."

"Yn, let me see," he's standing behind you, the ghost of his breath grazing your exposed neck.

"Han, really it's-" he cuts you off, grabbing your forearm and walking you over to the couch. He finally turns on the lights before crouching down in front of you.

"Show me?" he asks gently and you're too tired to fight him. You open your palm tentatively, taking a look at your cut for the first time as well. It's not too deep, it won't require stitches. But it's also not shallow, blood oozing from it at a steady rhythm.

Han simply frowns upon gazing at your wound, before walking over to his room. You don't move from your spot, gaze lost into the space before you. What would happen if you never woke up? Would you feel your flesh burning? Bones melting as the searing lava-

"Here," he gently holds your wrist, as his eyes meet yours. "This will hurt a bit. Hold my arm as tight as you want and tell me if it becomes too much, okay?"

"Okay," you simply nod.

He dabs up your cut with a cotton pad soaked in alcohol. You hiss softly, as the liquid burns your open skin. Han abruptly stops at the sound. "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I just-"

"It's okay," you smile reassuringly, "I can handle it."

Han nods, resuming his treatment. He's even softer this time, if that is even possible. He's careful when he rubs a soothing gel on your cut, before wrapping your palm in a gauze. He can't find a pair of scissors so he cuts it with his teeth, his lips brushing against the back of your hand. You account the warmth you're suddenly feeling to the aftermath of your nightmare.

"Why are you even up?" he finally asks as he settles next to you on the couch, eyes looking up to the ceiling.

"Nightmare."

"You’re okay?" he asks gently and he sounds truly concerned for your well-being. You aren't used to this. To Han acting like a friend to you. But it feels nice to be cared for, so you don't mind him blurring the lines tonight.

"I'm still a little bit scared," you admit sheepishly and Han's eyes soften under the dim moonlight.

"It passed. You're okay now."

"Am I?" you drag a hand tiredly across your face and Han frowns, inching closer to you.

"Is it a recurring dream?"

"Mm. It tires me out."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I just want to forget." 'Help me forget' you want to add, but you decide against it. "Why were you up, anyway?"

"I got inspiration for lyrics so I had to write it down."

"Can you share some with me?" you ask, tone a tad too hopeful. Han catches it and smiles warmly at you.

"Sure. This is probably going to be in the chorus..." he pulls out his phone, heading to his notes app. "This is what I have so far... I let my frustrated screams out hoping that they’d be washed away in the rain. I send it off with a smiling face, down to the last drops left on my fingertips." he pauses, scrolling down a bit more. "I also wrote this; I think it'll be nice in a verse... I’m sure it’ll get better... Just like the earth hardens after the rain and flowers bloom again."

"You're such a talented lyricist Han," you whisper in awe, and Han’s cheeks warm up at your words, reminiscent of a setting sun. "But I also wish it was as easy as this. To let out all the emotions you bottle inside and for them to wash away with the rain." You bite your lip, as Han’s words echo in your head. "I think... I think that's why I get this nightmare. I don't free my emotions anymore, and they show up in my dreams to torment me."

You don't know where these bouts of honesty are coming from. Maybe because you're too weary to keep up a happy facade. Or maybe because you know that the person who wrote these lyrics must understand exactly how you feel.

"Well... It's raining." Han whispers after a while and you look at him, confusion plastered across your features.

"And?"

"Should we test it out?"

"Test what?"

"Screaming under the rain," he says as if it's the most evident thing in the world.

"What? That's insane, Han we will get sick and..." You pause, as the words dissolve in your mouth like the seafoam meeting the shore. "You know what? Let's do it!"

"Really?" he asks incredulously, a huge grin on his face.

"Yes!"

"Okay, let's go!"

You both abruptly stand up, still only clad in your pajamas. You quickly slip your shoes on before running outside. The rain envelops you in a cold hug as soon as you step outside, rain droplets trickling down your clothes. You don't mind, you have lots of bottled-up feelings to free. 

"This needs music," Han smiles as he takes out his phone, putting his playlist on shuffle. 'Let The Light In' starts playing, and you shoot him a thumbs-up.

"It fits the rainy mood," you grin and he nods, squinting his eyes to be able to look at you.

"I think if we scream here, we'll scare the neighbors."

"I know!" you chuckle, wiping away the rain droplets on your forehead. "Where should we go?"

"The empty parking lot!" Han shouts so you'll hear him over the growing rain and you nod. He takes off running and you chase after him. You're both completely drenched once you're a bit far away from the house. But you don't care. Not when there is pure adrenaline rushing through you.

You finally stop, loud giggles escaping your mouth at the thrill of what you're doing. "You should start!" you yell excitedly and Han nods, taking in deep steadying breaths.

"Okay, I'm ready!"

"On the count of three! One... Two... Three!" and Han shouts at the top of his lungs, his screams getting lost in the rain. An incredulous smile breaks out on his face as you giggle loudly, the sound of it ringing out in the downpour.

"You looked insane!"

"I feel insane!" He yells honestly and a fit of laughter takes over you both. You hold his arm to steady yourself. 

"You should try it now!" Han urges and you nod, willing yourself to calm down. 

"Okay, will you count down for me?" 

"Yes," he assures and you clap excitedly. Han can't help but smile at the excitement on your face.

"One... Two... Three!" And you shout, continuous screams spilling from the depths of your soul. Han wasn't wrong- your pain, your fear, your anger are all dripping along the rain droplets, from your bruised heart to the tip of your fingers.

You've never felt this free before.

The two of you don't notice the passage of time, the rain acting as a cathartic release to all your pent-up emotions. It was as if your pain intertwined with each rain droplet, and you were letting go of everything that had held you down. Each scream acted as a break from the burdens of the past, and the worries of the future. 

As you finally stopped, panting and soaked to the bone, you looked at each other with raw exhilaration in your eyes.

"So, how was it?" Han yells over the rain and you break out in a relieved smile. "I don't think I’ve ever been this happy my entire life," you beam at him and the sight makes the rain feel less colder to Han. 

He watches, a small smile on his face as you twirl around, face looking up toward the sky, a deluge of rain grazing your cheeks like a lover's tender touch. The smile doesn't leave your face as you spin around, happy chuckles leaving your mouth from time to time.

You look... free. As if there was an invisible weight on your shoulders that the rain washed away. A heavy burden that you carried within you, like a secret secret. He likes the sound of that. Maybe that's what he'll name his song. 

Han slightly shakes his head as he watches you skip around, clothes completely soaked. You are now standing a bit far away, right beside a street lamp.

Ooh, let the light in

Its light shines on you alone.

Time seems to slow down, as Han’s steps falter. You're smiling, not at him, but at the universe. A happiness so raw filling you that it needs to come out, even if no one's watching.

You're spinning around, delighted giggles spilling from you like the most mesmerizing chorus. Something is building up inside Han, begging for a release. It refuses to come out in a scream- violently. It's tender and soft. He thinks that if you held his hand right now, you'd be able to free it.

Look at us, you and I back at it again

Is it possible to feel something other than an emotion? Because right now, weirdly, all he feels is you.

Cause I love to love to love to love you

I hate to hate to hate to hate you

Your eyes land on Han and there is pure joy dancing in your pupils. He's glad you no longer despise him. He doesn't think he can stomach it anymore.

Cause I want to want to want to want you

You run to him, holding his hand before twirling him around.

I need to need to need to need you

Han can't believe he ever thought you weren't human enough. You are a mosaic of every feeling that makes one human. There are lyrics writing themselves in his head and they're all about you.

Ooh, let the light in

You clasp both his hands, before crossing them over. And then you're both spinning around until the world around you blurs. All he sees is you, and the light surrounding you alone.

Ooh, turn your light on

He thinks he might, if the light is you.

5:22 a.m

"There is a heater in my room, you should come," Han offers as you dry your hair with the blue towel he just handed you.

"It's okay I’ll stay here," you point to the couch but he shakes his head adamantly. "You'll die from hypothermia. Do you know how mad Chan will be if I let you pass away?" he whispers in fear, a hand clutching his heart.

"So dramatic," you giggle, before following him into his room. He goes on his bed first before tapping the spot beside him. You sigh before lying next to him, snuggling further into the hoodie he gave you to change.

"You're still shivering," he remarks, as your teeth clink together.

"It's okay."

"You shouldn't have gone out with just a t-shirt."

"I didn't exactly plan on this, you know," you smile sarcastically and Han chuckles before tapping your shoulder softly.

"Come closer."

You debate for a second before complying, the cold tuning out all the rational thoughts in your head. 

Your arm brushes against his and you can't breathe once again. But it's a different type of deprivation. Han always seems to steal the oxygen from your lungs, but for once, you don't mind. Red embers are burning within you and their flames keep you alive. You press your chest to his back, as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Maybe he'll turn you to ashes. Will you rise from them?

"You're so cold," his hand reaches behind to rub your arms soothingly, an earnest attempt to warm you up.

"I’ll be fine, go to sleep. Don't worry about me."

"I can't control it."

In the dark room, Han can't see you curling your hand into a tight fist at his words. 

"If you stay quiet then I’ll sleep," you say after a while and Han giggles softly.

"That's the goal. You need to rest."

"You should sleep too."

"I will."

"Okay. Good night, Han."

"Good night, Yn."

You think he's fallen asleep when you speak up again. "Hey, Han."

"Yes, Yn?" He replies instantly, voice slightly hoarse. 

"Can you repeat that lyric to me, about the flowers blooming again?" You ask quietly, and you feel him nodding against your chest.

"I’m sure it’ll get better... Just like the earth hardens after the rain and flowers bloom again."

His warm voice vibrates within your body. "That's a nice lyric."

"I hope you'll dream of it instead."

☄༄

Against Han’s strong belief, he's the one who fell sick after your rain-soaked outing. 

You knew of it from Chan, who texted you saying that Han caught a nasty cold, and then got food poisoning, which meant he couldn't be there for their highly anticipated meeting—after their electrifying Heyday performance, a record label expressed strong interest in signing them. 

"Can you come over and stay with Han?" Chan implores as soon as he answers your call.

“That bad?” You ask, a pout pulling at your lips.

"I don't want to leave him alone. He's been really sick for the past week now, and… it's partly your fault"

"I can’t believe you’re guilt-tripping me into coming," you chuckle even though you know he is right. Han wouldn’t have gotten out in the rain if it wasn’t for you.

"I'm sorry it’s just I don't think he's been good, apart from the illness. And I’m worried, and I don’t know I thought maybe you could talk to him. He reminds me of you, in his sadness, so you might understand what's wrong more than me."

You think it over for a second before rising up from your bed.

"I'm coming"

As soon as you step inside their dorm, Chan pulls you for a side hug, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. “Thank you so much,” he whispers, clearly grateful that you agreed to come. It worries you even more for Han.

“No problem. You can go, I’ll be with him.”

“Thank you, Yn” Changbin smiles before hastily pulling Chan outside the door. You wave them both goodbye.

You cautiously crack open the door to Han’s room, to find it completely engulfed in darkness. The stream of light from the door falls upon Han, who squints his eyes, trying to see who disrupted his fragile peace.

"Hi," you speak softly, finding it a bit odd to raise your voice in such a still room. Han attempts to sit up, before doubling over, hand tightly clutched around his stomach.

You rush to his side, kneeling beside his bed. It's the only lit-up part of the room.

"Still hurts?" you ask, your hand moving in soothing circles on his back. He nods, eyes squeezed shut, and you feel your heart crack at the sight.

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"A few hours ago. I need to eat something before I can take more, but I can't get up to the kitchen."

"Why didn't you tell the boys?"

"Didn't want to be a burden."

"You aren't. I'll make you something to eat. Okay? Try to sleep meanwhile."

"You don't have to," Han shakes his head, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"I know," you smile softly, before exiting the room.

Minutes later, you're back in the room, a bowl of sliced fruit in your hands.

"Do you guys live off protein powder and frozen chicken?" you ask, earning a quiet laugh from Han as he lays his back against the headboard.

"We do. Please save me," he jokes and you laugh, shaking your head. "Good thing I grabbed some fruit before leaving."

"Thank you," he grins, eyes slightly squinting closed. 

"Here," you grab a strawberry, bringing it to his lips. His eyebrows raise up in surprise, a sheen layer of sweat coating them. "What? Look at how tightly you're clutching the comforter," you point to his hands and Han sighs, before parting his lips slightly.

His mouth brushes against your fingertips, igniting a cascade of emotions in you. You'll think about what it means later.

You grab a green grape next, feeding it to him gently. A drop of water trickles down the corner of his mouth, and you wipe it away with the back of your finger.

"I can- I can do it," Han mumbles, voice wavering like an unpredictable storm. His trembling hands reach for the bowl, but they struggle to hold it right.

"Han, it's okay, I don't mind," you try to keep your voice gentle, sensing that there is an impending doom awaiting just below the surface.

"No, I- I need to do it. Just let me-" A tear falls into the fruit bowl. "Let me do it, please. I can- I can do it, I’m not useless, I…"

The floodgate opens.

A stream of tears escapes Han's eyes as he looks down at the bowl between his hands. He's crying, eyes tightly shut and the small whimpers escaping his lips feel like a dagger piercing your heart.

"You're sick. Let me take care of you."

"It's horrible horrible work." His voice cracks as his eyes finally lock on yours, and you can tell that his anguish isn't about his illness. These are the words of the shadows threatening to swallow him whole. You have to fight them off with the light.

"I will do it."

As Han lays on his bed, the sound of you washing the dishes resonating from the kitchen, your voice bounces off the dark walls in his head. You didn't try to convince him that it was easy work, you told him you'll do it, even if it's horrible. You'll do it because you want to, not because you can, not because it's accessible. The thought sends a warmth in his chest. It's faint, like a flickering candle trying its best to withstand the wind. But it's there. He holds on to it. He'll shield it with his cupped hands so it wouldn't fizzle out. 

"Hannie, you’re okay?" you peer into the room. Hannie- the candle's flame grows higher.

"Mm," he hums, too weak to turn and look at you.

"You're shivering," you remark, and he tightens the blanket around his body. "It'll pass."

You stay silent, and he thinks you've left the room. But then he feels the left side of the bed dip, with you climbing tentatively on it.

"This worked last time when I was cold," you smile softly at him, before bringing his head to your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He feels frail and fragile in your embrace. You hug him tighter to you.

"Warming up?" you ask and he nods against your chest. He's burning.

"Try to sleep," you urge quietly, your hand moving to pat his back. "It will pass."

"What if it doesn't?" Han asks faintly. Please don't let the candle die, he wants to plead.

"There is always light at the end of the tunnel."

"What if the tunnel is closed?"

"Then you go back to the start and find a new one," you respond.

"Can I find it later? I'm so tired tonight." His voice is drowsy, sleep already clinging to his achy bones. 

"Just rest for now. You did well," you scratch his back lightly, as he nuzzles further into the crook of your neck. 

There was never a candle to begin with- you were the light.

☄༄

Had someone told you five months ago that you'd be lying on Han's bed, watching "Howl's Moving Castle" at 2 a.m., you would've thought they were utterly delusional.

Yet, here you are now.

A lot of things had changed since your rainy outing with Han, as if the universe had shifted into alignment, two stars in the sky finally colliding and making way for something new. You saw him under a different light, understanding that no one picks up a dandelion unless they desperately need the solace it provides.

You've grown to care for him, in the course of the past two months. And funnily enough, you've started to like who you were next to him- just yourself, with no pressure of making conversation, or catering to his expectations of you.

He saw you at your worst anyway, and so did you, there was no use in filtering things anymore.

You've been there through the entire process of writing, composing, and producing Secret Secret- the song whose lyrics had captured your heart. You didn't expect him to ask you to be there with him, he just shot you a text, three days after you came over to his house. 'Wanna be there while I work on the song? I know you liked the lyrics.' It was an offer you couldn't pass up on.

You weren't, in your opinion, much help. Han was gifted in the music realm and song-making flowed naturally from him. But he noticed how interested you were in music, so he called you over each time he worked on the song, even asking for your input at times.

That's why, when the song was finally done and released on 3racha's Spotify account, you decided to celebrate by baking him a cake. You may have dropped an eggshell in the batter (you recovered it later on), and the icing's color turned out less vibrant than what you hoped for. But you managed to adorn it with a garden of little flowers, and with store-bought icing, you wrote the words "after the rain flowers will bloom again."

You showed up to the dorm and Changbin pointed you to Han's room, where he had apparently been holed up all day. You shot him a grateful smile, before pushing the door open with your foot.

"What are you doing here?" Han asked, an incredulous smile drawn on his lips.

"Surprise!" you grinned, pushing the cake his way. "Congrats on making Secret Secret."

"Are you serious?" he chuckled, jumping out of his bed. He peered at the cake, eyes softening as he gazed down at the design.

"You drew a little garden..." he whispered in awe and you nodded, a faint blush creeping up your face.

"I'm glad you recognized what it was. I'm not the best baker," you admit a bit shyly but he shook his head. "It's perfect. I can't believe you did this to celebrate our baby!"

"Your baby," you corrected, although the use of 'our' warmed up your chest, weirdly enough.

"You were here with me every step of the way. She's ours."

"It's a she?" you giggled, and he smiled proudly.

"Mm. Do you accept being her mother?" he mused; hands clasped in front of his heart like he was praying you'd say yes.

"It would be my greatest honor," you nodded solemnly, and he let out a breathy chuckle, grabbing the cake from your hands and setting it on his bed.

"Should we hug it out?" he teased, arms stretched wide but you merely stared at him, unimpressed.

"Come on," he whined, "you can't reject me for the third time. And, in front of our child. On her birthday!" his tone grew louder and you couldn't help but giggle at his mock outrage.

"Try harder."

"Our child won't know what a loving parent relationship is and then she'll seek out unhealthy love from the ones around her and-" you cut him off by finally wrapping your arms around him.

You've always known that being near Han left you breathless, but this time, it felt as though he was breathing life into you. You close your eyes instinctively, as his hold tightens on you. He smells immensely nice, like pinewood and soap. You should've hugged him sooner.

"Thank you," he said quietly, forehead pressed against your shoulder blade.

"You did well," you whisper back.

"We did. She's our child, remember?" he reprimanded and you laughed faintly.

"Yeah, ours."

Hours later, the movie's credits finally roll down, and the finished cake sits idly by Han's desk.

"I should go," you rub your eyes tiredly, and Han stares at you as if you are out of your mind.

"At this hour? Do you want our kid to lose her mom?"

"Han," you drawl, hitting his head with the pillow next to you. "You can't hold me hostage."

"I can, as your husband."

"Since when are we married?"

"Since you agreed to be Secret's mother." Another playful hit to his face.

"Stop attacking my face, how will I get laid then?"

"So, you are cheating on me?" you ask, feigning outrage.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby you're the only one I want." You falter at the nickname before hitting him even harder, matching the tempo of your quickening heartbeat.

"You're crazy," he laughs, grabbing your wrists and pinning you onto the bed. He's hovering over you, eyes hooded with a tender intensity as he gazes down at you.

"Will you stay, please?"

"The couch is uncomfortable," you reply, avoiding his eyes. He lets go of one wrist before holding your chin gently, urging you to look at him.

"You can sleep here. We've done it before."

"You were freezing both times. That's why I did it."

"I'm very cold tonight," he pouts, eliciting a surprised chuckle from you.

"Are you now?"

"Very much so."

"Fine. Only because I don't want you to die from hypothermia."

"Thank you!" he grins excitedly, finally letting go of your wrist. You bring a hand to your flushed cheeks, as he tosses a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in your direction.

"Get changed! There is a spare toothbrush in the cabinet."

You make sure to groan theatrically, before heading into the bathroom, where you splash your face repeatedly with water. You aren't used to this- being a blushy mess, because of Han, nonetheless. It was dizzying you, how things took the complete opposite turn between you and him.

At least, back then you weren't alone in your hate, you couldn't stand being alone in your affection.

So, you'd stop this, whatever feeling that's coursing through you. Tomorrow, you will firmly close the door on the blooming feelings within you. But tonight, you’d both lay on the same bed, arms brushing against one another. It's completely dark and quiet, but there is an entire symphony playing within you.

"Thank you for today," he whispers, turning around and tucking his arm under his head, this way he's facing you.

You mirror his actions, and your fingertips brush against one another. You can't see him but you can feel him. He's everywhere, wrapping around all your senses. 

"Thank you for making this song. It's very comforting to me."

"Why is that?" he questions, inching closer to you, you can feel his minty breath fan all over your face.

"I’ve always felt like I carried too many emotions within me. Like a volcano, bubbling over until the day I explode. I never liked feeling this way, so I tried to hide it," you confess softly.

"Like a secret secret."

"Like a secret secret," you repeat, glad that he understands.

"You don't have to hide with me," he says after a few silent beats, and you swallow nervously.

"I know." you lick your lips as the music inside you grows louder. "Still cold?"

"A little."

"Come closer," you beckon, and he complies instantly, wrapping his arm behind your back and drawing your chest close to his. Your legs entangle with one another, as your face lays on the crook of his neck. It's intimate, far more than any time you've done it before. You don't want to sink in his hold in fear of never resurfacing again.

"Good?" he asks, voice tinged with a newfound raspiness. 

"Mm," you hum, and he releases a relieved sigh.

You've once read that everything in this universe sings. Every atom's vibration creates a sound, contributing to a grand celestial chorus. It's an unscientific, but lovely thought, to wonder who our hearts sing for.

Right now, it's for Han.

☄༄

The music echoes through your being, an ever-present melody that refuses to fade into silence. Even with no audience to enjoy it.

Han always found his way back to your side, no matter how many times you've tried to distance yourself from him. And you couldn't bring yourself to refuse him, because you were friends, first and foremost. And friends don't abandon one another just because a mere glance at them sprouts a blush across your cheeks. 

That's how you find yourself on your way to Han's dorm, for the third time that week. Watching movies together has become your little tradition, for the past few months, and sometimes even Chan joins in. Although he mostly enjoys shooting you a knowing smile, to which you flip him off.

Your phone rings and Han's name illuminates your screen. You smile against your will.

"Can't wait to see me this much?" you singsong and Han's chuckle rings through the phone. It's rich and deep, causing you to tighten your hold on the device.

"Yes. And can you please go to the store? I'm out of snacks."

"What do I get out of it?" you muse, changing directions to the nearest convenience store.

"Snacks."

"Asshole," you giggle on your way to cross the road.

"And my eternal gratitude of course."

"Right, because I can't-" Loud tires screech right beside you and you startle, letting out a loud yelp as you drop your phone.

A hand on top of your heart, you bend down to pick up your fallen device, as the driver gets out of the car that grazed your body, mere inches away from hitting you. 

"Are you okay, miss? I'm sorry I didn't see you." The middle-aged man is quick to your side, and you glance at the small kid in his car, willing yourself to calm down for their sake.

"I'm fine. Just a bit startled. Drive more slowly, there is a kid with you."

"I know, I'm sorry," he drags a hand through his stressed features and you couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. "It's okay, don't worry about it. Just pay more attention to the road, okay?"

"Thank you so much. Thank you," he clasps his hand in gratitude before getting back to his car and you wave him off, your heart still wildly beating in your chest.

You head into the convenience store, picking up the snacks you know Han loves before paying for them. But as soon as you step back outside, you spot a disheveled Han crossing the road, sprinting toward the store. His pace quickens upon spotting you.

"What are you..." your question is cut short as his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest instantly. You can feel the frantic rhythm of his heart, and you're confused as he pulls away, hands cradling your cheeks and turning your face left and right.

"You're alright, nothing happened to you, right? You’re okay?" he inquires urgently and you let out a confused giggle, as you grab his arm to steady him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard the tires screech and you yelled and then you didn't pick up when I called and I thought-" his voice cracks. "I thought something happened to you."

"No, no. I'm okay. Nothing happened, I promise." you reassure, as he brings you to his chest once again, his hand smoothing the top of your hair.

"I was so scared," he kisses your temple, as his thumping heart resounds within your chest. "So terrified that something would happen to you. I thought I'd lose my mind."

"You don't mean that," you shake your head slowly, peeling yourself away from him.

"Can you really not see how much I care about you? How I crave being near you?" his voice raises a slight octave. The music in you picks up.

"How long do I have to pretend to be cold to have you nearby? For god's sake, I'm never cold around you, yn. When I see you, I ignite." He takes in a deep breath, pressing his forehead onto your shoulder. "And I... I couldn't have lived with myself if something happened to you. I... You drive me crazy, Yn. When we became friends it felt like I was stepping inside a home for the first time, and yet I already knew each turn in it."

He grabs your arms, shaking you slightly as his chest heaves up and down. "My darkness recognizes yours and my light is you and you- you think I wouldn't care if anything happened to you?"

He shakes his head as tears prickle in the corners of his eyes. Has his music always been this loud, were you just not listening properly?

"I'm scared because we didn't start well and I understand if a part of your heart still resents me, I do. But I don't think I can pretend anymore. Not with you," his voice softens as his gaze locks on yours.

"Were you pretending too?" He asks, hope dripping from his tone. "Do you feel it too?"

A split second goes by. A candle flickering somewhere. A dandelion plucked from the ground. The shadow of a cloud passing over the sun- and you pick.

"I feel it too. So much that my heart feels like it’s singing for you, Han."

"I'll sing for it in return," he whispers, before crashing his lips onto yours. His hand slides up the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You drop the bags of groceries as you cradle his cheeks, feeling them warm up beneath your touch. You can't believe you've ever disliked your heart for feeling too much, not when the lovely emotions flowing in your heart threaten to burst it at the seams, submerging you in a warmth you've never known before- Han. 

Two months later

You have 3 new messages from: hannie

"kept this song a secret from you baby but i wrote it for you so you can't be mad"

"i don't know if you remember but you’ve once told me that you are a volcano. as if that’s something that’s supposed to put me off. well, some people dedicate their lives to studying volcanos. and i would dedicate mine to learning you."

"Volcano.mp3."

Light.

[lesbianpikachuu]

according to the clock its not lesbian feelings saturday anymore but it still is in my heart and probably in a few other timezones

[pearlsinmyhair]

(gn!reader) - lovely, billie ellish ft. khalid

part ii is here!

✰thinking about hobie brown walking in on his s/o singing…

it was a hard day, and hobie could distinctly feel a headache coming on as he swung to your window. he undid the little lock that he had insisted you put on it, ducking into your room quietly.

you weren’t in there, so he unlaced his boots and set out to find you. he padded through your flat sneakily, using his spidey-sense to detect where you were. a soft voice reached his ears, and he smiled as he stepped around a corner to the kitchen.

and there you were, leaned against a counter, pretty eyes closed as you sung. you were facing away from him, not yet noticing his presence.

he recognizes the song, the gentle melody flowing from your lips like a siren’s call as it pulls him towards you. lovely, he remembers, recalling how he had poked at you for listening to mainstream music.

you had tried to convince him that it was good, and that he would be perfect singing the male part. he had scoffed, but in secret he listened to it, memorizing the lyrics and the tone.

he wraps his arms around your waist from behind you, and he feels you stiffen. but when he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, your muscles relax. he holds you, listening as you continue singing.

he had always insisted that you had the voice of an angel. songbird, he called you occasionally, loving how you got flustered by it. you never seemed to quite believe him, but he promised that if you were in his band, you’d have a whole group of worshippers coming to see you.

he waits for the chorus to come up before vocalizing with you.

oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here

even if it takes all night or a hundred years

need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

he keeps his voice low, matching your volume as you harmonize. his fingers trace your stomach through your shirt before dipping below the fabric to trace your skin.

the combination of the cold metal of his rings against your belly and his breath against your neck sends a shiver down your spine, and he nuzzles closer in response.

you finish the song together, and he presses a kiss to the skin below your ear. “missed you” he mumbles, breathing the scent of you in.

you turn in his grasp, placing your hands on his cheeks to pull him down to you. “missed you too.” you murmur against his lips as you press a kiss to his mouth.

hello, welcome home…

this is my first thing i’ve written for hobie! this scenario has been going on in my head for awhile, so i had to write it.