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Class 1-A really wants to meet Katsuki’s mystery girl, and it happened in the most unexpected way possible! #katsuki bakugou x neighbor!reader

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Without a doubt, Class 1-A really wants to meet this mystery girl that Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero claim they saw. And it’s painfully obvious—because every single day after that, they (very unsubtly) spy on Katsuki. Peeking through doorways, lurking around corners, and randomly popping into conversations just to fish for hints.

They even resorted to interrogating Midoriya for clues, but he shut his mouth tight—too terrified to slip up. He knew all too well what Kacchan might do if he said a word too much. So, with no answers and zero subtlety, the rest of the class went back to their (very obvious) spying.

Unfortunately,  if their future missions involved stealth, they’d fail miserably—because Katsuki noticed immediately. Annoyed, he switched up his entire routine just to throw them off. Not because he cared that much—he just found it incredibly annoying.

“Those extras don’t have anything better to do?!” he snapped, slouched beside you on the bus, arms crossed and eyes narrowed out the window.

You just chuckled, unbothered, as you started digging through your bag. “I think it’s pretty normal for them to be curious,” you said casually. “After all, you are Katsuki Bakugou. I bet they just wanna know you better.”

You paused mid-rummage, frowning slightly.

“…Hold on,” you muttered, “my headphones are probably swimming at the bottom of this thing.”

A moment later, you triumphantly pulled out your wired earphones, a little tangled and battle-worn. With a soft grin, you held one of the buds out to him.

“Wanna drown them out with me?”

He scoffed, like it was a stupid offer—but he took the earbud anyway.

Didn’t give it back, either.

The music was good, the scenery on your way home was soft and golden through the bus windows, and the temperature inside was the perfect kind of chill—the kind that made you subconsciously scoot closer to Bakugou. The warmth radiating from his side was comforting, and with everything so calm, your eyelids began to feel heavier.

Bakugou, who’s been by your side your whole life, barely reacted. He just let out a quiet breath, then wordlessly raised a hand to gently guide your head to rest against his shoulder.

You didn’t resist. In fact, the moment your cheek touched him, your body relaxed completely.

Within seconds, you were fast asleep.

The ride was peaceful, the bus humming softly as it rolled along, casually stopping at yet another station. Bakugou kept still, your head resting on his shoulder, the shared earphones still playing quietly between you.

He told himself he wasn’t going to look. 

But he did.

Just a quick glance.

And then another.

You looked so warm, so unguarded—completely at ease beside him. Like you knew, without a doubt, that you were safe with him. The thought made Katsuki’s heart stumble in his chest. Just a little.

He pried his gaze away from you, glancing absentmindedly at the bus stop outside—where a small crowd had gathered near the bench.

What the actual fuck.

What met him was the entire Class 1-A… staring straight at him.

Kirishima looked way too pleased with himself, beaming like this was the proudest moment of his life. Kaminari was pointing directly at you, whisper-shouting something that was definitely not subtle. Sero was mouthing “I told you!” to Mina, who already had her phone out, camera app open and ready. Midoriya wasn’t even trying to get involved—he turned away immediately, eyes wide, clearly refusing to meet Katsuki’s gaze. Todoroki looked genuinely confused, as if he’d missed the memo entirely. And the rest? A chorus of shocked expressions ranging from slack-jawed disbelief to barely contained grins.

They didn’t expect to actually see you—after all, Katsuki had been acting like a half-feral guard dog about it all. A somewhat domesticated animal, sure, but still one that would absolutely bite if provoked.

And now here you were, asleep on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at the crowd outside as the bus pulled away.

Dead. They were all dead.

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Ary’s Note: School has officially started (╥﹏╥) but don’t worry—I’ll still sneak in some fics for y’all when I can! Hehe~ This one was inspired by a real-life moment: I saw my friend sitting next to the girl he swears he doesn’t like (◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜) Suspicious, right? 👀 Anyway, I’ve been getting so much inspiration from school lately, so expect more fun, chaotic little moments to show up in my stories soon! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) Thank you for patiently waiting for part 3!

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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.

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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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3 - My Music Dream

Part 4

The Hybrids Bright Star

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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.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[keroinnie]

250610 thoughts

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.

[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.”

[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.

[whoartthoueventhough]

@moon-the-delusional OK I LISTENED TO THE SHOW MUST GO ON AND I GOTTA BE REAL I RLLY LIKE IT AS A KQ SONG AFTER KASHOGGIS DEATH!! Also you have made me insane about it so ty

I ALSOOOO GOT A TON OF SONG RECS FROM MY FRIEND AFTER THIS POST SO I HAVE MORE

MARCH OF THE BLACK QUEEN: "I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right / I'm lord of all darkness I'm queen of the night! / I've got the power / now do the march of the black queen / my life is in your hands, I'll do and I'll die / I'll be what you make me, I'll do what you like [...] I'll do the march of the black queen" THIS IS SO themmmm. Also KQ should get a song where she's actually ruling and doing stuff instead of just chilling yk. And Kashoggi as backup with the ensemble?? Perfect

LILY OF THE VALLEY: "messenger from seven seas has flown / to tell the king of Rhye he's lost his throne" this is obviously a sad Kashoggi song, mainly put it in here bc it opens with "baby you've been had" in the same melody as in "flick of the wrist" AND there's a seven seas of rhye mention, so obviously it has to be in wwry

IN THE LAP OF THE GODS: "leave it in the lap of the gods / I live my life for you / think all my thoughts with you and only you" I think this should be a like. Gaga kids worshiping KQ song, feat Kashoggi singing the prevalent melody while the gaga ensemble backs him up? Like I want random gagas to say "I live my life for you" and stuff but Kashoggi to hop in with "anything you ask I do for you" to show he is at heart just as smitten as any other globalsoft resident, he just plays it cool (or tries to)

MISFIRE: "your gun is loaded and pointed my way / there's only one bullet, so don't delay / got to time it right / fire me through the night" Oz and Kashoggi battle duet while they try to kill eachother post Brit-death but pre Oz-brainwash!!!!

YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY: "so please don't go / don't leave me here all by myself / I get ever so lonely from time to time" Sad Oz/Brit duet as he dies!!! Specifically him singing at the beginning and her slowly taking over as he dies!!! Like imagine Brit singing "I lose control and shiver deep inside, you take my breath away" as he's struggling to breathe, and Oz responding with "you can reduce me to tears with a single sigh" and Brit singing the backup "please don't cry" ??? Do you see my (one) vision

THE SHOW MUST GO ON: I really want this one to be like. Kashoggi on the floor being dead, and the whole stage goes black except for a spotlight on KQ, and her expression is unreadable. Another spotlight comes up on Scara at the back of the stage and she sings the "Empty spaces, what are we living for? / abandoned places, I guess we know the score / on and on / does anybody know what we are looking for" and her light goes down and opposite her a light comes up on Gaz singing "another hero, another mindless crime / behind the curtain, in the pantomime / hold the line / does anybody want to take it anymore?" And his light goes out like Scara. The whole time KQ is still and Kashoggi is like probably sneaking offstage in the darkness lol. Finally KQ sings "the show must go on" and the stage lights up on "on", as she paces back and forth, calling for gagas, which do come but leave very quickly (like someone comes out from the wings and 180s right back into em), leaving KQ in solitude as she sings "inside my heart is breaking / my makeup may be flaking / but my smile / still stays on". Throughout the song, every chorus there's more gagas onstage and they stay for longer, following her orders and stuff. Also the backstage gagas are singing the backup the whole time ofc. Uhhh sorry for going crazy on this one I hope you like it ^_^

SEASIDE RENDEZVOUS: "I love you madly / let my imagination run away with you gladly / a brand-new angle / highly commendable / seaside rendezvous!" Reverse au crazy little thing!! Seaside of rhye <3 feat Oz, Brit, Kashoggi, and KQ. Mainly Oz and Brit.

There's honestly so many queen songs I love but can't think of scenes for yet, so here's some of those: Son and Daughter, She Makes Me, White Queen (As It Began), You're My Best Friend, and Nevermore. If you have ideas for these guys or other queen songs I should listen to, PLEASEEEE lmk!!! I love writing these stupid paragraphs and if you give me an ounce of positive feedback I will die for you :]

uhhh I think that's it. I ♡ #globalsoft. Also we are friends now Moon The Delusional you have interacted with me enough times. So friends now. Sorry :/

@moon-the-delusional

you've enabled me into posting my full "Queen songs that could be in wwry but aren't ig" :]

DREAMERS BALL: Kashoggi death scene fr fr

FLICK OF THE WRIST: "flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby! Blow him a kiss and you're mad!" In my mind this is a Scaramouche Kashoggi duet, where they sing about their respective love interests with different perspectives. Also to be clear they aren't like aware they're singing together yk. Like the opening to Into The Woods

DEATH ON TWO LEGS: "feel good? Are you satisfied? Do you feel like? Suicide? Is your conscious alright? Does it plague you at night? Do you feel good? Feel good?" Killer Queen has a funky little morality crisis? Maybe? Tbh this song is really wwry but I can't quite pin it down, lmk if you have ideas

SWEET LADY: "you call me up and treat me like dog, you call me up and tear me up inside, you've got me on a lead" Kashoggi <3 I am aware I'm killershoggi trash but hey they put Another One Bites the Dust on there not me

LOVE OF MY LIFE: "love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me because you don't know... what it means to me" Oz post-brainwash unable to remember Brit but still mourning in a way she can't understand ^_^ if this was actually in there, I would probably only put one verse in, and have the accompanying piano only kinda following her as she confusedly attempts to figure out what she's singing, before she gives up and goes to do some globalsoft stuff.

MORE OF THAT JAZZ: "rock n roll just pays the bills, only our team is the real team. Bring out the dogs, get on your feet, lay on the floor. Can't help thinking that I've heard that line before." This one is the villain song in my reverse au hehe >:] Galileo and Scaramouche hop in for a few lines, but it's mainly ensemble (including KQ)

MACHINES (BACK TO HUMANS): "it's a machines world! Don't tell me I ain't got no soul. When the machines take over, it ain't no place for rock n roll" reverse Kashoggi intro song? 👀

IM GOING SLIGHTLY MAD: "it finally happened, oh yes, it finally happened! I'm slightly mad!" Reverse Oz and Brit bein' cute romance song. This hypothetically replaces I Want It All

PLAY THE GAME: "open up your mind and let me step inside, rest your weary head and let your heart decide" Killer Queen song!! Is it reverse au? Is it normal? Yes :]