#han solo is a gift

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'At The Edge Of The Empire'

A Kalluzeb Fan Fic....

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

At The Edge Of The Empire (1398 words) by TwinSoulVisionary Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Hera Syndulla, Han Solo, Princess Leia Organa - Character, General Dodonna, Mon Mothma, Chewbacca, Mentioned Droids, The Ghost Crew (Star Wars), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: 2 ABY / before the Imperial attack on Hoth’s rebel base, Pre-Battle of Hoth (Star Wars), Planet Mytus in the Corporate Sector, Wild Space (Star Wars), Canon Compliant, Secret Mission, Sarcasm, Action/Adventure, Sercret Ashla, Gift Fic, Broken Bones, Blood and Injury

Chapter 2 - The Tin Can

Summery:

Hoth base main hanger was particularly frigid at twilight. The spot lights flickered on as the hanger bay doors converged together into a locked fortress with a heavy final clunk. All scout patrol teams had been recalled - a dead night ahead with nothing to do, they filed out to have a drink in the cantina.

...Enjoy!

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sw boys x reader (ft. luke skywalker, han solo, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, din djarin) backtrack: “rewrite the stars”, zac efron + zendaya inspiration: this is part three of my little series (pjo version here and hp version here)

luke skywalker

giving: words of affirmation / acts of service

the problem with luke is that he changes, see. in a new hope he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed. by return of the jedi the poor dude has seen some stuff. in a new hope though, his giving love language is totally words of affirmation. he called leia beautiful, and while it’s kind of weird to think about because they’re, uh, brother and sister, it was still sweet. another love language for luke--in both a new hope and return of the jedi--is definitely acts of service. in episodes four and five, it’d be in a naive, following you around like a lost puppy kind of way. he’d jump at the opportunity to do anything for you, you’re literally his goddess, say the word “water” and he’ll be sprinting to get a glass of it for you. in return of the jedi though, he likes to do things for his partner in a more mature, protective way. he’d place more importance on making sure you’re safe, and he deems himself your protector until his dying breath. a runner up for return of the jedi luke would be quality time. he and his friends have been through war, and he knows how dangerous jedi life is. so he treasures every quiet moment he can have with his loved ones.

receiving: physical touch

LOOK HOW FLUSTERED MY BOY WAS WHEN LEIA KISSED HIM (never mind that it was mildly concerning given they’re siblings!). luke absolutely melts for physical touch, moreso in episodes four and five but in six as well. his face will get bright red, he’ll start stuttering, my man does not hide it well. his friends, especially han, will tease the f-- out of him. he’ll deny it vehemently, but he’d get on his knees for you if you so much as touch his shoulder. he likes every sort of physical touch, it doesn’t have to be kisses. he’ll be bursting with joy even when you’re just linking pinkies during meetings; he’ll be constantly bouncing in his seat and will absolutely not be able to pay attention. also he definitely clings onto you while you’re sleeping like you’re a stuffed animal.

han solo

giving: gift giving

legitimately, I think sometimes when han smuggles physical materials, he’ll pick the best thing and steal it from the cargo and just give it to his partner. han’s not rich, but he wants his partner to have the best things in life, especially since he doesn’t think he can offer much else (except for his dashing good looks, of course). does it sometimes get him in trouble when his bosses notice that the biggest diamond is missing from the cargo? yeah. does he care? nope.

receiving: quality time

han’s constantly on the move with his job. he doesn’t have time to relax, since he’s often looking over his shoulder for bounty hunters. when he has free time, he’d love to play a relaxed game on the falcon with his partner. his favorite is the one with the holograms that c3po and r2d2 play versus chewbacca. he usually doesn’t go all out because he’s usually playing against chewbacca, and they’re good buddies but han doesn’t really want to find out what would happen if he won against the wookiee. but against his partner? oh he’s going all out. he’s not a gentleman. he’ll absolutely obliterate you and laugh about it. it’s kind of charming though.

anakin skywalker

giving: words of affirmation

okay, mister “are you an angel?”. mister “you are so beautiful”. mister “I’m haunted by the kiss you never should have given me”, even though that line was kind of awkward coming from nineteen year old anakin. I don’t know how he can be so terribly unarticulate, but at the same time the most romantic smooth talker in the whole star wars universe. I just know he’ll be showering his partner with all sorts of lovely, poetic compliments. he’s a charmer, he’ll swipe you right off your feet with his words.

receiving: physical touch

like father, like son, I guess. without a doubt, anakin’s also a physical touch guy (partly because I want him to be, but also because I genuinely think so). the poor dude’s had a rough childhood, so he’s starved of love. and most importantly, he’s touch starved. show him some love, please. hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, anything of the sort. he’ll constantly whine if he can’t be physically affectionate with you, even though you both know it’s because you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret. he’s also a big cuddler and would 100% be a hidden little spoon, although he’ll be kind of embarrassed about it. when you put a hand on his cheek, he’ll immediately lean into your touch. also, I just have this thought that he’d love it when you ruffle or play with his hair. please do it. he’ll even bend down so you can reach his hair if there’s a big height difference between you two. but also, I feel like I can’t gloss over the fact that anakin is in serious need of some words of affirmation. he never gets it, even though he’s done so much for the jedi order. please tell him you love him and he’s awesome. he’ll melt.

obi-wan kenobi

giving: acts of service

I mean, do I really have to explain? obi-wan would be the perfect boyfriend. he’s an absolute gentleman. he’d be the best at princess treatment, always making sure you never have to lift a finger. however, some people are not into being babied or taken care of to that extent, and obi-wan knows that. he’d completely respect his partner’s independence and competence to do things for themselves, but he’d love to just take care of his partner as well. mostly, he wants to make sure his partner is protected and safe at all times, similar to return of the jedi luke.

receiving: quality time

obi-wan’s literally dedicated his life to the jedi order. not much is known about his childhood, but it’s safe to assume he started training really young (much younger than nine, at least, since anakin was deemed to be too old at that age, which is ridiculous) and for a really long period of time. he’s been so busy with training anakin and trying to keep up with him that he doesn’t have a lot of time to rest. so when he does have downtime, he’d want to spend it with his partner trying to form a deeper emotional bond. because really, obi-wan would definitely prioritize an emotional connection with his partner, and you can’t really make that happen when you’re fighting for your lives every day. I think he’d want to either change the jedi’s practices or leave the order because he’d want to spend time with his partner and be like an actual family (ahem ahem “had you asked, I would have left the order for you”). although I also think he’s touch starved and would get easily flustered by physical touches.

poe dameron

giving: words of affirmation

poe’s a charismatic guy, kind of a charmer. he’s brash and abrasive when he’s mad, but he’s generally quite the relaxed (as relaxed as you can be when you’re fighting for your life every day, I guess), cheeky guy. you know he has a few good pickup lines in his back pocket. he pulls them out any time he wants to charm someone. half of the time it’s because he’s doing it as a joke, but other times he genuinely tries to be slick with it (heads up, he’s not). something also tells me he’d like giving gifts to his partner too, to spoil them rotten (even though I can’t imagine he has that much money, sorry poe).

receiving: physical touch

why was I kind of at a loss for this one? I guess poe is just pretty touch starved too, it’s not like he has a partner in the movies and he’s under a lot of stress every day with the resistance. I feel like he’d lowkey get migraines or muscle pain pretty often, and he’d literally melt if you gave him a massage. he just likes being close to his partner, although he’d probably let slip a dirty joke every now and then. he’ll definitely tease you if you get flustered about it, but a little slap from you and he’ll shut up.

din djarin

giving: acts of service

acts of service is basically the thing that defines din’s life, lol. he’s catching bounties for people, he’s helping npcs with their side quests (what? who said that?), and just look at how much he cared for grogu and how dedicated he was to the cutie. he literally gave up the dream life with omera for grogu. for his partner, he’d go to the ends of the galaxy. he would risk his life. he’d sacrifice his life. it takes him a while to warm up to people--he’s a slow burn romance trope, don’t even mess with me on that--but once he’s found his soulmate, he’ll give his heart, mind, body, and soul to you. he’s at your service, completely.

receiving: quality time

din’s life is constantly changing. people come and go as he floats through space, taking jobs and completing them. he really appreciates those quiet nights on his ship with his partner. it’s just the two of you floating through space, and he can almost forget his busy life and just focus on you. I think he wishes he could have a slower, peaceful life. look how happy he was with omera on that one planet that I forget the name of. he was literally so tempted to stay, and I think he definitely would have if it weren’t for grogu. similar to obi-wan, though, he’s touch starved, so he’d appreciate a little physical touch every now and then as well. nothing huge, especially in the beginning, but just simple hugs and holding hands in private.

for this post I added in han because I can’t believe I forgot him in my last sw post. this is also unedited because I'm tired and I spent like two hours writing this

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Takin' All of Their Air

Hwang Yeji, Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle), Julie Han x Male Reader, 2 original chacaters

Tags: airtight, (lots of) anal, ass stacking, bukkake, couch sex, deepthroating, double penetration, facefucking, faces turning red, floor sex, mounting on top, orgy, out of breath, party, prone bone, (lots of) rimming, rough sex, sixsome, spanking, twerking

Word count: 5696

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie had just finished recording their performance of Toxic. The girls chatted with each other until Yeji suddenly received a message. "What happened?" Giselle and Julie ask her as they see her friend blush.

"My solo just got approved; I'll be debuting soon," Yeji answers. "Oh, that's incredible," Giselle replies. "I think we should throw a party," she continues.

"But we are going on tour soon," Julie warns them. Giselle remembers that's also the case for her, so she asks her friend.

"When are you gonna debut?" Giselle asks Yeji. "March," Yeji answers. "Damn, our tours will be on the way; we won't be around," Julie says. "We need a plan; I still want her to celebrate with us," Giselle says.

"Girls, I've got a plan; let's do it tomorrow," Yeji says. "Alright," Julie replies. "Done," Giselle says as well. On the next day, the girls go to the house Yeji has indicated to them.

"Hello," Yeji greets Giselle and Julie as they arrive. Some black balloons cover the walls, matching the theme of her solo. Yeji pops a bottle of champagne, serving Giselle and Julie as well. "Our special guests will be coming soon," she tells them.

"Hmmm, what kind of special guests?" Giselle asks. "You're always curious, Gigi, just let them come," Yeji answers her. "Oh, I hope we are gonna have a good party tonight," Julie adds.

The girls chat a little bit more, waiting for the guests arrival. "It's taking a really long time," Giselle says. "Don't worry, they already texted me; they are coming soon," Yeji answers her as the girls keep playing with each other and chatting about some really naughty stuff.

The trio of guests finally arrive, you leading your two friends Danny and Johnny as the girls wait on the couch. "Show me your gifts," Yeji says. Giselle and Julie don't get it at first, as you three don't have anything in hand. "What kind of gift is she talking about?" Julie asks.

But soon, the girls get the answer as your cock pops out of your pants, and soon Danny and Johnny also follow suit. "Hmmm, so that was the gift she was talking about," Giselle says.

"Let's go, girls; there is no better way to celebrate a debut than a sex party," Yeji says as she quickly starts bobbing her head on your cock and choking on it. Giselle and Julie follow suit, gagging on Danny's and Johnny's dicks, respectively.

The party has begun; the beautiful shot of three girls bending over on the couch and sucking their partners cocks is an amazing way to start it. While Giselle and Julie take it slow at first, Yeji quickly shows her prowess as a deepthroat queen, taking your cock all as deep as possible in her mouth and moving it hard up and down your shaft, pushing you to the edge right from the get-go.

"You seem really hungry, feeling really motivated by that solo debut, aren't you?" you ask Yeji, who obviously doesn't answer as she turns her whole attention into sucking that enormous pole. "Shake that ass for me," you tell her, Yeji wiggling that tail as she bobs her head on your shaft.

"Your partners got some great asses; you really never miss when it comes to selecting your sexiest friends to join you," you tell Yeji as you take a peek from above at Giselle and Julie's butts almost popping off their pants, while Yeji gets louder and louder with her mouth.

"FUCK," the first cursing of the night comes from Giselle as Danny spanks her fat ass. If you noticed Yeji's friends packed butts, it wouldn't take long for your friends to notice it as well.

Yeji gets on her knees on the floor and sucks your cock louder than ever, harder than ever. "You really like a big microphone in your mouth, don't you? That's why you wanted to debut solo so much," you tell her. Giselle and Julie look from afar, watching her suck your cock and thinking that she must be crazy, quickly trying to follow Yeji's footsteps.

"AHHHH," Giselle loses her breath as you fuck her face while she takes your cock deep in her throat, losing her air for a bit while saliva comes out of her mouth. Julie lines up to her side, taking on Johnny's cock with her perfect dick-sucking lips but still taking it at a very slow pace, Giselle soon joining them as she takes on Danny.

"Suck my balls, slut," you command to Yeji as she makes a mess under your sack, closing her eyes and taking it all in her mouth. "Oh shit," you groan, and so does Johnny as Julie now gives him a no-hands blowjob, still very far from Yeji's sheer insanity, as the new soloist in town takes your cock literally balls deep in her mouth, you shoving your shaft and balls down her throat and making the so-called deepthroat queen gag for real for the first time.

Julie watches the mess Yeji makes on your cock, using it as motivation as she deepthroats Johnny. "It's getting so fucking wet," Julie tells him. Well, not as wet as yours, as Yeji is already turning her face into a mess full of spit. "Look at me and tell me how much you love that cock," you command to her.

"Oh, I love it so much; I can't wait to have it in all my holes," Yeji says. "Then show me," you tell her, fucking her face one more time while Julie has fun with Johnny's balls to her side. "Damn, such a hungry slut," you tell her.

Giselle soon joins the fun, letting Danny shove his cock down her mouth, him grabbing her neck and making her deepthroat it. "Take it, baby, come on," Danny tells her, trying to shove his 9-inch cock plus his balls in Aeri's hungry mouth. On the other side of the room, Yeji is so hungry she has made your pants come completely off, finding ways you didn't even know were possible to suck your cock.

"There you go, baby, take all those fucking balls," Danny says, praising Giselle's cock-sucking skills as she chokes on his dick. "You want it inside you?" he asks her, Giselle answering by nodding her head positively. "Then get it fucking wet," he tells her, shoving it even harder as Giselle's face is the next one to get full of spit.

Giselle's face turns red as Danny's cock in her mouth quickly takes all her air out. The party has just begun, yet she's already losing her senses, slapping his big cock all over her face as she dives for his balls too. "This is the best cock ever," she says, and she's definitely not saying it for the sake of it.

Yeji keeps the insanity going on as she strips you fully naked. You do the same to her, leaving only the fishnets she's wearing under her pants. Your balls are all over her pretty face as she now dives to rim your asshole, not satisfied with the mess she already made on your cock.

"Who told you to eat my fucking ass?" you tell Yeji, regaining control and pushing her face against the couch, plowing it. "I'm gonna take all your fucking air," you tell her, climbing on top of the couch and manhandling her slutty throat, making your huge sword bulge it while her perky tits jiggle with your thrusts.

"Look at her taking all that cock," Julie says about Yeji, pushing Johnny to the couch right by your side as she rims his ass and takes off his and her clothes. "AHHHH," Yeji screams as your cock pops out of her mouth for a bit, her moving her hands towards her pussy to start fingering herself.

Giselle is the last to take her clothes off, the three girls now wearing matching fishnets. Danny can't resist the urge and quickly rips her apart, unveiling Gigi's big fat butt in all its glory. "Oh yeah, look at this fucking ass," he says, marveled, as he starts fingering her anus.

The craziness continues on the other side. Julie tongues Johnny's ass deeper and deeper while you challenge Yeji to take on your cock as deep as possible. "OH FUCK, GOD DAMN IT!" Yeji screams. As Julie stays on all fours, Danny rips her fishnets too, Julie starting to do her signature twerk as soon as her ass is out in the open, while he gives her pussy a little massage.

You take Yeji's air out one more time before taking advantage of all the saliva she left on your cock to open the works by sticking it on Julie's juicy booty, sliding it with ease. "OHHHHH," the Hawaiian girl suddenly screams as she finds your meat stuffed in her asshole. "OHHH FUCKK, AHHHH, OH SHIT, OH MY GOD," she suddenly starts screaming as you drill her ass with no regard, mounting on top of the little big butt cutie while Yeji watches.

"Damn, he's really hungry," Yeji says as you pound Julie's ass. "And I bet you're hungry to taste it," you tell Yeji, finishing the quick fuck to feed your cock straight back in her mouth. "Very dirty, isn't it?" you ask as you impale her throat, Yeji only nodding.

Giselle opens the works on the other side, riding a still-clothed Danny as she sits her pink pussy on his cock, working her big ass out as she rides him. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moans as his 10-inch monster stretches her cunt out. Julie soon follows suit, taking Johnny in her pussy and twerking her ass, her fast bounces contrasting with Giselle's powerful squats.

"OH SHIT, YES, DO IT LIKE THAT," Julie screams as Johnny spanks her ass while she rides him. "OH DAMN, I'M SO FULL OF COCK," Giselle also screams as she increases the pace of her ride on Danny. Only you and Yeji stay on the throat game, but really, given her crazy cock-sucking skills, it's hard to blame you.

"Look at your friends; I think it's time for you to sit on my fucking cock too," you tell Yeji, ripping her fishnets in one go. "God damn it, you're so fast," she tells you. By her side, Julie keeps riding, her cheeks turning red as Johnny can't seem to stop spanking her fat ass.

"It's not as big as your slutty friends but still a great piece of work," you say to Yeji about her ass as she rides your cock. "OH SHIT, FUCK," Yeji moans as your massive meat impales her cunt, her and Julie bouncing side by side. "Damn girl, you're really fast with that bounce," Yeji says to Julie.

Yeji picks up the pace, you spanking her ass so you two match Johnny and Julie, both couples working hard to see who can fuck the hardest. You two spread their cheeks, pushing their bodies down and sucking their perky tits while pounding them from down low.

"OH MY GOD, HOLY FUCK!" Yeji moans as you pound her. Julie quickly moves to the next challenge, letting Johnny take her in the ass too after you opened it up first, showing why she's the next anal queen in town. Finally, Giselle is rimming the hell out of Danny, getting him ready for his turn to finally fuck her ass.

"FUCK THAT ASS LIKE THAT," Julie begs as Danny stuffs her butt. You do the same but to Yeji's pussy, pounding it harder than ever and then letting her bounce hard. "I want you to stretch that big fat ass," Giselle tells Danny, turning around as she stuffs his 10-inch monster up her butt like a pro, riding it in reverse cowgirl and giving him the best possible angle of her big fat butt getting impaled.

"YES, BABY, STRETCH MY ASS, SHIT, THAT FUCKING DICK IS SO BIG," Giselle moans as Danny pumps her ass upward. "FUCK, I LOVE IT SO MUCH, AHHHHH," she moans as Danny's pounding quickly makes her lose her breath. "FUCK, FILL ME WITH THAT BIG DICK," Giselle begs.

Yeji and Julie switch partners; the Itzy girl is now bouncing her pussy on Johnny's cock while you impale Julie's pussy, wrapping your arms around the Hawaiian girl and fucking her pussy as she twerks nonstop on your cock. Giselle lies on the couch, letting Danny pound her in her favorite position, prone bone.

"I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK IN MY ASS, PLEASE, PLEASE," Giselle begs as Danny stuffs her asshole one more time, using her big butt as a pillow while landing his hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE, USE ALL MY FUCKING HOLES, TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING SLUT, I'M THE BEST WHORE YOU'LL EVER FIND," Giselle tells him as Danny takes turns between her ass and her pussy.

"DESTROY ME, PLEASE," Giselle continues to beg as Danny keeps pounding. Back to you, Julie now deepthroats your cock, tasting her wet cunt from it and bobbing her head on your massive pole while Yeji continues to ride Johnny. Julie shows you how nasty she can be, getting down on the floor and tonguing your asshole as you jerk your cock off, sending you to the heavens. "FUCKKKK," you groan as Julie's magic tongue hits your anus, sweeping it to the fullest, her twerking her ass while eating yours.

"GIVE ME MORE OF THAT BIG FUCKING DICK," Giselle begs as her prone bone session keeps going. Yeji grabs Johnny's cock, letting him be the first to take her in the ass. Meanwhile, you pin Julie against the couch and give her a hard mating press as you top her tiny body, destroying her big butt as all three girls now compete to see who can get fucked the best in their asses.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, PLEASE GIVE ME ALL," Julie begs as you pound her ass hard. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, OHHHHH, FUCK," she keeps screaming as your balls clap her cheeks hard. Danny spanks Giselle's butt hard, choking her as he now switches to her pussy. Meanwhile, your anal destruction of Julie just ramps up, her asshole getting used like a fleshlight as your cock fucks it balls deep.

The sounds of their three butts getting spanked fill the room as the anal pounding of Yeji, Giselle, and Julie continues, each girl's cheeks turning redder and redder. Julie gets even nastier as you let her stop to taste her ass from your cock before her little body ducks under your legs and tongues your anus one more time. "You're getting good at this," you tell her, fucking her face as a reward.

Giselle squirts all over the couch as you and Johnny swap partners once again, you taking your cock right from Julie's ass back to your favorite hole: Yeji's meaty pussy. "Damn, he spanked you really good," you say to her as you notice her very red cheeks. Julie does to Johnny what she did to you, showing her evolving rimming skills on his asshole this time.

"Go fuck her," Danny tells Johnny as they swap Giselle and Julie between themselves, while you attack Yeji's cunt at full speed, sucking her perky tits while she creams all over your cock. Julie moves in Giselle's direction, sitting on her face and suffocating Gigi with her fat ass as she watches Johnny fuck her.

Meanwhile, Yeji is about to get her air taken out once again.

"OH SHIT, THAT DICK IS SO BIG!" Yeji screams hard as Danny's monster cock finds its way into her ass. You and he work in perfect sync, fucking her holes together to perfection right from the start, giving her the pounding she deserves. "Is that what you want for your party, isn't it?" you ask Yeji as she gets double stuffed.

"OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING BIG" is all Yeji can say as she gets her pussy and ass destroyed at the same time, just ducking her head and bracing herself for the wreckage your cock and Danny's impose in her holes. "OH GOD DAMN IT, OH SHITTTT," Yeji screams again as both girls enjoy her getting double penetrated. "Yes, destroy her," Julie says as he watches. Meanwhile, Johnny is having a good time just switching between Giselle's already heavily stretched-out holes nonstop, surveying to see which one he can go deeper.

Julie gets taken by surprise as Danny switches from Yeji's ass into hers, becoming the first one to take on all three assholes. You quickly fill the void, taking your cock on Yeji's ass while Julie gets spit-roasted. "Let's destroy this fucking asshole," Danny tells her. "OH FUCK," Julie screams.

"You're such a fucking bitch," Johnny tells Giselle, hitting her face as he fucks her ass. Julie gets in the couch, Danny pounding her in a spooning position while you drag Yeji around. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO HUGE, YES," Julie screams as she gets her ass pounded from behind.

"GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME," Yeji begs as she gets on all fours as you hand her to Johnny to fuck her ass next, turning your attention to Giselle for the first time. You quickly show your prowess, choking Gigi and attacking her ass with fast-paced thrusts. Johnny pins Yeji against the couch, mounting on top of her while Danny keeps drilling Julie with his big dick. "OH GOD DAMN IT," Yej screams as she gets pounded like crazy.

Back to you, Giselle kneels down and becomes the final girl to have a taste of your asshole. "If you want me to fuck your asshole more, you better taste mine," you tell her as Giselle quickly obliges and goes down that dirty hole with her tongue.

As Johnny feeds his cock for Yeji to taste, you let Giselle mount on top of yours, taking her pussy first. "Twerk on that dick," you ask her with a little spank on her big butt, Gigi obliging as she is soon riding it like a maniac, you enjoying her bouncing on your cock while Johnny drills Yeji by your side. "OH FUCK ME LIKE THAT," the party host screams as he does a number in her ass.

Giselle's hard bounces on your cock are like an earthquake; she's really strong, and her cheeks hit hard against your crotch every time she takes your full length deep in her cunt. "GIVE IT TO ME, BABY," Giselle begs, matching your thrusts with bounces of her own. By your side, Yeji turns into a squirting machine, fingering her cunt as Johnny pounds it while groping her perky tits, her legs shaking. "ME ME CUM, OH MY GOD, YEAHHHH," Yeji screams, Julie right there to taste the juices erupting from her cunt.

You and Danny decide to do more teamwork, double stuffing Giselle this time. "FUCK, TWO BIG DICKS INSIDE ME, I LOVE IT," Gigi screams as she becomes subject to the same hard DP you two gave Yeji earlier in the night. "AHHHH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, THESE COCKS ARE SO FUCKING HUGE," Giselle screams.

"Don't back down; take those fucking cocks balls deep, you big ass bitch," you tell Giselle as you and Danny increase the pace inside her fuckholes, pumping her like a pair of pistons. "USE MY FUCKING HOLES," Giselle begs as the DP gets more and more intense, both you and Danny grabbing her neck.

Meanwhile, Johnny is in heaven, having the four holes of two girls at his disposal. "Fuck her, Johnny," Yeji tells him as Julie stacks her juicy booty on top of her body; Johnny happily obliges, switching between Yeji's butt and Julie's nonstop. "AHHHH FUCK," Julie screams, shaking her ass as she gets pounded, Yeji smiling as she watches.

"Feed me that cock, let me taste that ass," Yeji says as Johnny gives her his cock, Yeji bobbing her head all over it like usual and giving him the lube he needs to fuck Julie's big ass. By their side, Guselle gets spit-roasted, impaling her face on your cock while Danny spanks her big ass and fucks her pussy, putting her arms behind her back. "Eat my ass too, you fucking bitch," you tell Giselle, moving your body for her to rim your asshole.

Julie twerks on top of Johnny, Yeji coming in to get his cock wet from time to time and get her face fucked. "GULP, GULP, GULP, GULP," the sound comes out of Yeji's mouth, Julie turning her face around to watch. "Suck that dick," she commands, enjoying Yeji's face getting impaled before shoving that prick straight into Julie's ass. "OH MY GOD," Julie screams, as Yeji doesn't go for long without a cock to play with, Danny plugging her ass next.

"You fucking cock is so fucking huge," Yeji says as Danny takes the air out of her. On the other side, you're mounting on top of Giselle, destroying her fat ass with powerful thrusts. Each girl now does what he does best: Giselle getting pounded from behind, Julie twerking on Johnny's cock, and Yeji deepthroating Danny's 10-inch meat.

"FUCK, THAT'S SO AMAZING, USE ME LIKE A FUCKING WHORE," Giselle begs as you destroy her ass with all your strength, your cock attacking it nonstop and turning her into your personal anal fleshlight, her big butt getting clapped like crazy as you top her like a raging bull. "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm," you groan. "I wanna fuck that ass for the rest of my life," you tell her.

You give Giselle a little break and watch her go insane, her taking Johnny and bobbing her head on his cock. "Looks like she's cock-drunk," you say, watching the scene unfold as Giselle suddenly lifts him up and sucks his cock up in the air before flipping him upside down. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?" Julie asks, giggling. "GIGI, ARE YOU CRAZY?" Yeji asks her, baffled at what she's seeing, the two then diving to take on his cock too.

"Oh my God, Gigi is a champ," Julie says as the girls watch her get cock-drunk on Johnny before taking some turns themselves. You feed your cock to Yeji, giving her privileged first dibs on tasting Giselle's ass while Danny goes for another round on it, taking the Japanese girl in a spooning position. "OH FUCK," Gselle screams as his big cock is back inside her sore ass.

"FUCK, FUCK, YOU'RE DESTROYING MY ASS, GOD DAMN IT, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD." Giselle screams as Danny claps her cheeks hard. On the other side, you continue your raging bull spree, mounting on top of Yeji this time. "AHHHHHH," the party host screams, your cock feeling too big for her tiny little ass sometimes despite all her experience. You take turns fucking her ass and her face, being rough at all times.

"God, I love your dick," Giselle tells Danny as he keeps fucking her. Meanwhile, you go all-in to tame the wild wolf Yeji, giving her the same anal mating press you gave Julie early on, but this time pushing even harder. "FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, IT'S SO DEEP, YOU'RE PUSHING IT SO HARD," Yeji screams, her face turning redder and redder at each thrust. "YOU KEEP TAKIN' ALL OF MY AIR, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she moans as your anal invasion of her continues, as you can't slow yourself, pumping her ass 258 times.

The more Yeji loses her sight, the harder you fuck her; she's nothing but your fucktoy, as you put her feet up in the air and let Julie use it to muffle her moans as Johnny gets back in her ass. "Smack that cock against my face; I love it so much," Giselle begs Danny as he uses his meat as a stick to shove it all over her face. "Choke me too," she continues to beg as he shoves it down her throat as well.

Yeji, Giselle, and Julie's faces turn redder and redder, but they can't stop sucking cock. You grab Julie's face now, making her deepthroat your meat. "Get on the floor," you tell her. But Julie decides to do something better, stacking her body on top of Giselle's as both girls present their big asses for your wet cock. Meanwhile, Yeji takes on Johnny, riding his cock all by herself.

Julie twerks her ass in anticipation, shaking it as she stays on top of Giselle, their holes already heavily stretched out but ready for more, as their assholes wink for you. "AHHHHH," Julie screams as you pound her butt first, attacking it relentlessly before switching to Giselle's. The two girls moan and scream, as your anal rampage makes them see stars.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Julie screams when her next turn arrives. You then go back to Giselle, clapping her cheeks hard and making her scream. Then back to Julie. "Shake your ass, slut," you tell her as Julie bounces on top of Giselle.

"OH FUCKKKK," Yeji screams as she squirts on the couch with Johnny fingering her cunt as he fucks her ass. You keep taking turns between Julie's and Giselle's fat asses, both girls begging you to fuck them even harder. Julie pleads to god while Giselle screams about the size of your dick as you keep pounding their asses.

While you keep having fun with Giselle and Julie's butts, Danny and Johnny turn their attention to Yeji, double stuffing her for the second time in the night. "OH SHIT, DON'T STOP," Yeji screams as she gets double penetrated on the couch again. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT FUCKING COCK STRETCHING ME OUT," she moans. "YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING BIG," she keeps screaming.

"Make her go airtight," Giselle tells you as you switch back to Yeji, feeding your cock into her mouth. "AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT, AIRTIGHT," the other girls clap their hands and chant as Yeji gets stuffed in all her holes. "Take all this cock, you fucking bitch," you tell Yeji.

As Yeji's DP session comes to an end, you sit on the couch, Julie going back to rim your ass. "You really like that asshole, don't you?" you ask Julie as she ducks down. "Come back up," you tell Julie, sticking your cock back in her pussy and letting her show you the power of her twerking, bouncing her ass hard on your cock.

"Come here, Danny; her asshole is begging for more cock," you tell one of your friends, who promptly obliges and sticks his cock on Julie's wide-open butthole, making her the final girl to join the DP fun. "FUCKKKK," Julie screams as both your cocks pump her like a piston, clinging to Giselle's tits in her sight while both her holes get destroyed.

"FUCK ME LIKE THAT, HARDER, DON'T STOP," Julie begs as she gets double stuffed. "How do these cocks feel?" Giselle asks her. "SO FUCKING AMAZING, Julie answers, screaming as both of you stuff your cocks all the way deep in her. "OH MY GOD, YOU FUCK ME SO HARD, I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO SHIT FOR A WEEK," she screams as the pounding only gets harder. "Take those dicks; show them you're an anal and DP queen," Giselle pushes her as Julie starts rolling her eyes, her holes getting sore as both your cocks attack them hard, more so than you ever did to Yeji and Giselle.

Julie's DP is over, but you guys still want more. "We aren't finished with you yet," Danny says, spanking her ass. "You said we aren't gonna shit for a week; how about we make it a month?" you tell her, letting Danny start first for another round of rough anal pounding. "OH MY GOD, THAT DICK IS SO FUCKING BIG, AHHHH," Julie screams as Danny sticks his 10-inch prick balls deep in her.

"She's got such a nice asshole; no wonder you guys want to fuck it so hard," Giselle says. "You want more dick in there?" she asks Julie. "Yes," Julie answers as you're next to take a turn in her asshole, giving your characteristic mounting on top of her. "OH MY GOD, FUCKKK," Julie screams. "She really wants some dick," Giselle says, as she also watches Yeji get pounded in her pussy while Johnny chokes her.

"FUCK, THAT DICK IS SO GOOD," Julie screams as you keep pounding her. "GIVE ME MORE, POUND THAT PUSSY," Yeji begs to Johnny as well. Giselle giggles as she watches both her friends get fucked hard. "AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," you turn Julie into a screaming machine, showing no mercy for her asshole, knocking her out of breath. "OH MY GOD, ALL THAT DICK IN MY ASS, IT'S SO LONG, IT'S SO BIG, OH FUCK," Julie screams as you wreck her asshole, toying with her massive gape. "FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she begs.

Giselle gets back into action as she sits on Johnny's cock. But you suddenly hit her by surprise. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," she screams as you go from one big ass to another, sticking your cock in her butthole for another round of DP. "Fuck, I was so tired to be that anchor guy; I need to pound some ass too," you tell her as you carry your hard pounding of Julie into her.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, GOD, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I LOVE GETTING TWO COCKS INSIDE ME AT THE SAME TIME," Giselle screams as you clap her cheeks hard, Johnny barely moving in her pussy as you do all the action, while Yeji watches.

"How about we do some riding competition next?" Yeji asks the girls after you and Johnny finish double stuffing Giselle. After the trio bends over on the floor a little to suck more cock and eat more ass, Yeji is the first to jump, ready to ride your cock in her ass as you spank her butt. "You really missed it, didn't you?" you ask her. "Oh definitely, she answers.

"Oh Jesus, put it in me, oh fuck," Yeji begs as she lets you pump her from down low, fingering her cunt while you grope her tits. "OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT COCK, she moans. Giselle is next, riding on Danny's pole, then Julie as she takes on Johnny. The girls alternate between bouncing on the trio of cocks and getting pumped from down low, competing to see who can move faster and squirt the hardest. Yeji takes a little time to deepthroat your cock, almost making you cum, while Julie and Giselle bounce hard on the other guys.

It's been nearly an hour, and the girls are really exhausted at this point, but you keep pumping, attacking Yeji's ass as if things had just started. Julie twerks on Johnny's cock, getting her asshole stuffed one more time. "FUCKKK," Yeji screams as she's the next girl to feel the wrath of your cock when it comes to fucking an asshole, just floating in the air while she gets her guts rearranged by your monster meat. Meanwhile, Giselle takes Danny in her pussy but lets him first in her stretched-out butthole while she rides his prick.

"OH GOD," Yeji screams as you clearly seem to be the most committed of the three guys to ass-fucking all the girls until they are sore. After a while, the girls keep taking a break, but you only transfer your wrath from Yeji's ass to her face, fucking it hard before finally letting her lick your balls. Everybody seems to be on their last legs except for you, showing formidable stamina to pound the party host's asshole, putting Yeji in a spooning position for one more round of drilling.

"MAKE ME SCREAM, BABY, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, DAMN IT, YES," Yeji screams and curses as you pound her ass nonstop, her cheeks redder than ever. You then switch to her pussy, pushing her body in your direction and continuing the fucking, her getting out of air the longer you fuck her.

"Let's go to the floor for one last round," Giselle tells the girls. Julie is the first to take it, getting on all fours on the floor as she lets Johnny fuck her ass. Giselle is next, getting on her favorite prone bone position. Yeji is busy with your balls for a bit but finally follows them.

The three girls get pounded side by side on the floor. They have taken so much cock over the past hour their entire bodies are red after screaming and moaning for so long. You three are also very close to cumming, barely able to hold it for long.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES, FUCK OUR ASSES, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" the girls scream together. "Where should we cum?" you ask them. "How about you cum all over our host Yeji?" Giselle asks.

"YEJI, YEJI, YEJI," Giselle and Julie start to chant as the guys finish fucking and point their cocks towards the Itzy leader and soon-to-be soloist. She licks Johnny's balls and soon makes him become the first to blast his load in her face. "Feed me with that fucking cum," Yeji says as he glazes her face, letting Julie and Giselle taste his cock afterward. You come next, delivering a bullseye cumshot to Yeji that spills into Julie, Danny finishing with a strong cumshot that spills into Giselle's face.

"Share with us," Giselle and Julie ask Yeji as they stare at her bukkaked face. Yeji happily obliges, letting them clean her cum-filled face while she kisses them, you guys watching and enjoying the scene between the three.

The party is finally over; each girl heads back to their home. As Julie and Giselle embark on their group's tours, Yeji prepares the final touches of her solo, not seeing you for many months until she finally gets to hold her debut showcase and spots you.

"I missed you," you tell her.

"Let's pick up right where we left off. I want you takin' all of my air," she says.

[dameronology]

Hi!! May I please request Star Wars men and love languages?

ofc!! hope u like these :)

poe dameron

physical touch + words of affirmation: poe never shuts up about how much he loves, and if he isn't talking about it, he's probably hugging you, holding you, or intertwining your fingers. seriously. the man is OBSESSED with you and he will not let you forget it. is he a bit clingy?? perhaps. but it's poe, and you fucking love it.

finn

acts of service: you suspect it might be something to do with his upbringing, but finn's main love language is acts of service. he goes out his way every day just to make your life a little easier: caff machine on in the morning, hot water bottle in your bed when it's cold, washing hung out when you leave it in the machine for too long. you always insist that it's not necessary but finn struggles with words, so he lets his actions speak for him (even though you know he loves you more than anything !!). that said, he still tells he loves every morning and every night.

obi-wan kenobi

quality time + words of affirmation: you and obi-wan don't get to see each other all that often, so he makes the absolute most of it when you do get to spend time with one another. he makes it count as much as he can, planning nice days out, or cosy ones in when he senses that you need it. he's also BIG on words -- just saying things as they are: that he loves, and you mean the world (galaxy??) to him.

han solo

gift giving + physical touch : han isn't so good with words. actually, he's terrible with them. he always accidentally says the opposite of what he means and there is some kind of permanent traffic jam between his gob and his brain. that said, his actions are so thoughtful: he always buys you little things - souvenirs, bracelets and rings, fridge magnets, post cards - on his trips. physical touch is a BIG one for him too. despite his hard exterior, han absolutely must be the little spoon at night, and when you're beside him in the cockpit, he always has a hand on your thigh.

din djarin

acts of service: and my acts of service, i mean protecting you. he pretty much lives to make sure he's protecting his family, that being you and the kid. it's genuinely what keeps him going, even though he knows you can absolutely handle yourself. still, din would lose his mind if something ever happened to you.

[victorbutnotreally]

YOU WHAT???

Four times Mn surprised the members with his ~mysterious past~

A/N: Inspired by me constantly getting told that I "randomly drop lore". My friends didn't know that I played the piano until one day I saw a piano at my friend's place (her dad is a piano teacher) and I decided to play a nocturne. Hope you enjoy!

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, sometimes it may not make sense (but we're here to have fun), chan's room (rip), google translated french

One

"What is one thing you always carry around with you?"

That question was directed towards Mn. He snapped out of his trance of staring at Minho who was looking a little too pretty.

"Me? I always carry..." he pulls out a compass from his jean pocket. It was black and gold. "...this compass."

The members have seen a compass in Mn's pocket or in his bag while rummaging through it for snacks, but they didn't know he always had it.

"Why though?" was the question of a confused Jeongin.

"My neurophysiology professor gave it to me when I graduated. It means a lot to me since I didn't really receive a lot of gifts when I was younger. And he was such a good teacher."

The answer was met with gasps and widened eyes from the members. They didn't know their goofball of a member learned neuroscience. Hell, they didn't even know he went to university.

"WHAT?"

"PROFESSOR???"

"NEUROPHYSIOLOGY? THE FUCK??"

Two

Mn appeared as a special guest in Han's live. He was ranting about Achilles Come Down which was the song he recommended to be played on Chan's room last week. That's when he noticed a comment.

"Je vous aime tellement les gars ! Tu es honnêtement le meilleur et je ne peux pas te le dire assez"

He reads it out without a struggle and replies back in French.

"Merci beaucoup! Cela signifie beaucoup et j'espère que vous apprécierez également notre prochain album"

Han's eyes widened in surprise.

"Hold up, what?"

The comments started flooding in as well, completely thrown off by the sudden language change. No one knew he spoke French. They should've gotten used to the random lore dropping from Mn, though.

"OH MAH GAWDDDD"

"LORD HAVE MERCY THIS MAN CAN SPEAK FRENCH"

"i didn't know you spoke baguette!"

"just when i thought Mn couldn't get any hotter"

"get ready for the edits, y'all"

Jisung could only shake his head in disbelief.

Three

"Come on, hyung. I'm taking you back to the dorms and you're going to bed. Now."

"Just this one-"

"I slept more in university than you do now. And that's saying something, cuz I was busy!" He really was busy, with the neurology major, but that little smirk, the slight flush of his cheeks, and the bit of regret in saying that last statement was what made Chan raise a brow. There were a lot of times were Mn held his tongue when asked about ahem...experience.

"Yeah? What were you so busy with?"

"..My major, obviously. Now, get up."

Chan chuckled, getting up from his chair. "Nothing to smirk about in neurology, I'm sure."

"No one finds out about this, or I'll use my shooting skills on you."

"Your what now??"

Double lore drop. That's new.

Four

Mn was sitting with the rest of his members to react to his first solo song's MV. He wasn't exactly overjoyed by the idea, feeling awkward about seeing himself on screen. If it was a group MV, he could at least roast the others to get rid of the embarrassment of seeing whatever the directors told him to do on screen.

The screen fades in to a beautiful stage, an empty concert hall, occupied only by Mn who was painted with beautiful makeup and doing ballet. Gracefully, but the pain and insanity in his eyes is evident. Black Swan was the song.

"I...didn't know you did ballet."

Mn shrugged. His dance trainer knew, and honestly, he was glad the members found out this way. It was funny seeing their reactions.

[miraculouslyfine]

the power of giving gifts

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

★★★

Sometimes giving a guy a Spider-Man scarf and a beanie makes him want to kiss you or something

(fluff, 2k-ish words)

Peter's schedule was always packed and pretty standard; between his Spider-Man duties, his internship and school there wasn't much time for him to explore his own interests or try out new things. Balancing his civilian and vigilante life was already hard enough without adding other stuff to the mix.

That wasn't the case for Y/n who seemed to pick up a new hobby every other month.

It was always fun for the group when she hopped on to a new thing, as she'd get hyperfixated on it and gift-give like crazy. Baking? She has done that. Photography? Of course. Scrapbooking? How could she not?

And she'd always make sure to make something for all of her friends, no matter how time consuming the activity was. This month wasn't any different.

—————

“GUYS! Y/n comes bearing gifts!”

“Why would you assume I have gifts-”

“Why else would your bag look like that? Basically stealing Santa's brand but okay-”

“And it's the end of the month meaning you're about to get “TikTok influenced” and blindly follow in on another trend-”

“Okay, yeah, I got it. Thanks for the input, MJ”, she rolled her eyes playfully as she sat down by her friends at the gym's bleachers trying to ignore the slight flush of her face when her thigh just barely brushed against Peter's.

“So whatchu got in there this time, Y/n/n?”, Peter asked with a soft smile, causing her to grin in return as she unzipped her school bag.

She took out another bag, now searching through the stuff in that one. She took out –surprise- another bag, handing it to MJ, who eyed it suspiciously before her eyes softened and a small appreciative smile made its way to her face.

The bag was a knitted book bag, woven from soft, sturdy yarn. Its surface was a landscape of intricate stitches. The color—a warm, earthy tone—hinted at quiet autumn mornings or the golden glow of sunlight.

The bag was fairly big, with enough room for three or four books to fit comfortably and perhaps a notebook for her musings. The handles, thick and secure, prompting her to carry it everywhere—just in case inspiration strikes. A single wooden button fastens the top offering a playful touch of whimsy.

“You made me a bag?”

“No, I made you a book bag.”, she corrected her teasingly.

“It's a bag-”

“For books, yes. So, y'know, you won't have to carry around your books in your hands all the time”

A moment of silence passed before MJ spoke up again.

“It's a cool bag”, she said with a small shrug. She wasn't fooling anyone; it was evident she loved the bag, especially as the days passed and she wouldn't leave the house without it

“Ned's next!”, she said excitedly as she fished out a set of two knitted figures, before handing them to him.

He gently took them in his hands, like he was handling a newborn baby. Each figurine has a distinct shape. Their forms were rounded and slightly plush, lending them a playful look. He noticed the tiny details like stitched eyes, embroidered smiles, and carefully added accessories give each figurine a unique personality, like a bandolier/ ammo belt and a blaster.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod- is that Chewbacca and... Han Solo? Thankyouthankyouthankyou- I LOVE Star Wars. How did you even know-”

The rest of the group shared a look, shaking their heads in response.

“Lucky guess”, she said eventually with a snort before finally turning to Peter.

“Um....here”

Her voice was soft, a hint of nervousness evident in her tone as she passed the bag to the boy sitting next to her.

N: “Hey! Why does he get to keep the bag-”

“I don't know. He's the last one to get something, I gave him the bag, no big deal-”

N: “Uh-uh, it is a big deal. You're clearly playing favorites. This is a classic case of favoritism and I won't stand for it!”

MJ: “Why would you even want a paper bag?”

N: “I don't know, we never have bags at home- Why does Peter need it-”

“Jeez, Ned, you can have the bag, no one cares about the bag-”

N: “That's the thing, I care about the bag-”

MJ: “Oh for fu- Peter, just give him the bag so he can shut up-”

N: "That's not a very kind thing to say, Michelle-"

MJ: “I will end you-”

“Kids, play nice”

MJ: “Yes, mom”

N: “Wait, does that make Peter our dad?

This little comment caught both Y/n and Peter off guard, making Peter blush furiously while she let out a dry, startled cough as they both avoided each other eyes like the plague, causing MJ to roll her eyes knowingly and Ned to smirk. Peter cleared his throat and shook his head before throwing a warning glare Ned's way.

“Can you like...be normal for a second?”, he muttered not taking his eyes off the bag in his hands.

He forced himself to look at the girl in front of him, giving her a small appreciative smile before he even saw the actual contents of the bag. He knew he would love whatever it was she gave him, he always did.

He gently reached into the bag, his fingers brushing over the soft, textured surface of something hidden within. A smile tugged at his lips even before he saw it—a glimpse of yarn peeking through like a whisper of winter warmth.

He reached in and pulled out the scarf first, its knitted rows of a deep, scarlet tones cascading from his hands. The weight of it felt reassuring, the stitches a delicate symphony of loops and care. He held it up, letting the soft fibers graze his fingers as he noticed the web-like pattern. The scarf's primary color was red, with a black web motif running its length, creating a striking visual contrast. The edges are outlined with a clean white trim, adding a subtle frame to the design. At the bottom, vibrant blue tassels hang neatly, adding a dynamic and colorful finishing touch.

Nestled beneath was a beanie, its rounded shape perfectly snug in his palm. He turned it over, admiring the way the yarn gathered neatly at the crown. The colors didn't really match the scarf's - instead, the beanie had a knitted design with a winter theme. It had a black base with a decorative pattern in white and red, giving it a far more subtle look.

“You made these?”, he murmured, his voice soft, almost disbelieving.

His fingers lingered over the tiny imperfections; the kind that made the gift feel more alive, more personal—more loved.

She noticed him examining it and immediately felt the need to explain herself.

“It's uhm... it's not much...I just thought...y'know... New York winter is no joke, heh...and you're out a lot. It probably gets cold swinging around and um...I don't want you to get sick or anything.”, she swallowed nervously before shrugging her shoulders attempting to play it off.

“I tried matching the colors to your suit but I couldn't find the exact shades so they're a bit off”

He shook his head and smiled softly at her, his voice coming a bit choked up as he felt deeply touched by her thoughtfulness.

“No”, he cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed from how emotional he sounded a second there, “No, it's perfect. I love y- it /yeet?seriously?/. I love it. Thank you”

She gently took the scarf, with its delicate pattern and vibrant colors, from his hands, hesitating for a moment as her fingers grazed the soft fabric. She scooted a bit closer to Peter, her breath soft as she gently draped the scarf over his shoulders, fingers brushing lightly against the skin of his neck.

Peter looked at her face, meeting her eyes for a brief, tender moment. There was something unspoken in the way their eyes locked — the quiet weight of a thousand feelings not yet expressed. She adjusted the scarf, making sure it rested just perfectly, the action both intimate and thoughtful.

The warmth of the scarf feels like a promise, a comfort, yet there’s something deeper in the gesture — an acknowledgment of all that has been left unsaid between them, a subtle confession wrapped in the threads of affection. Peter, still for a moment, tilted his head slightly, as if savoring the closeness, the softness of the gesture, and the way it feels to have someone care for him like this.

Neither of them said a word, but the silence held something electric, a quiet understanding that perhaps, just maybe, there’s more to this bond than either has dared to admit. The air between them hummed with the possibility of feelings waiting to be named.

But of course, their moment was soon over-

“cough cough are you guys about to kiss? Are we interrupting something-”

Thanks, Ned

Both of them flushed in embarrassment, what was it with Ned and his commentary today? But neither of them moved away, choosing to offer each other a small apologetic smile instead.

“Ouch! Did you just kick me-” Thank you, MJ.

“I have no idea what you're talking about”

This little scene made both of them laugh softly, amused by their friends’ antics.

“And um... the beanie's for your...less superhero-y appearances. I think you look good in blue- I mean, you look good in anything really- heh, that's really not the point I was trying to make.”, she shook her head. “It's for the cold. Obviously. Gotta protect those ears, right? Not that they're big or anything-”, Jesus Christ, just shut up already-

Peter raised an eyebrow at her words, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He could tell she was nervous -heck, a blind bat could probably tell she was nervous- and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this even just a little bit. It was a good indicator he affected her as much as she affected him, and he enjoyed the fact. A lot. A whole lot.

“I should put that one on, too. See if it fits and all”, he said casually with a playful smile, passing her back the beanie.

She stared at it for a moment, not understanding why he was giving it to her before her eyes widened slightly in realization as she took it from his hands.

“Yeah, right, right-”, she chuckled softly and moved a bit closer to him.

She gently slid the beanie over Peter’s head, adjusting it with exaggerated care —her fingers definitely lingering on his face a moment too long as she tucked stray strands of hair beneath the edge, straightening the fold of the brim.

“It looks good on you,” she said quieter this time, the words carrying more weight than she intended.

Peter tilted his head, his playful grin fading into something softer. “Yeah? Must be the craftsmanship.” Something about having her this close made him a lot more confident.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Maybe it's just your face”

“My face? First you had something to say about my ears, now my face too?”

She groaned, a small laugh escaping her lips. “Shut up. You know I didn't mean it like that”

“How did you mean it then, huh?”

“It was a compliment-”

“Oh, so you like my face? Is that what you're trying to say?”, he teased, his voice light and playful, though his heart was pounding in his chest.

She blushed a bit but didn't look away. "I guess I am," she admitted, the words escaping softly, almost as if she was surprised by her own admission.

There's a pause, both of them caught in the stillness of the moment, the years of friendship now feeling like a foundation, something unshakable, yet ripe for change. Slowly, almost instinctively, they lean in a little closer. Their breaths mingle, and the world outside seems to fade, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats and the weight of unspoken feelings between them.

And then, without another word, they close the space between them, lips meeting in a first kiss that is gentle, unsure at first, but quickly deepening as if it had been waiting to happen for years. The kiss is both a revelation and a quiet promise, one that speaks of all they've shared and everything that might come next.

“Okay, we're definitely interrupting something now-”

"Ned!"

[hanasnx]

okay so han solo has to cover your mouth when he is in deep because… a) if you are doing it in his place… he is about done with the neighbors’ complaints and b) if you are doing it in your place it’s not up to him to let your real father know you call another, equally old, man “daddy”.

- 🍒

the neighbors complaints 😵‍💫 had to know you were getting me w that one. they know you. they see you come around and they know they’re in for it. not only are you a screamer in bed but you and han are constantly at each others throats n no one wants to hear that shit! han’s heard that knock on the wall more times than he can count.

also to the other thing han knows you’re pretty messed up for wanting him when you’ve got a dad his age but 🤚 it’s not his place to judge. can’t look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak, good pussy is good pussy

[ellswritings]

Masterlist ;)

*= smut

The Hunger Games

Imagines

Finnick Odair

Wasting All These Tears On You

Don’t Be Late

Love and War

Peeta Mellark

They Don't Know About Us

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Worse Things

Cato Hadley

Marvel Sanford

Clove Kent

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

Series

none yet :(

Teen Wolf

Imagines

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Jealousy, Jealousy

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Lydia Martin

Issac Lahey

Allison Argent

Malia Hale/Tate

Liam Dunbar

Kira Yukimara

Series

Lupus Nox- S1 Cast, Prologue, S1 E1, S1 E2, S1 E3, S1 E4, S1 E5, S1 E6, S1 E7, S1 E8, S1 E9, S1 E10, S1 E11, S1 E12

S2 Cast, S2 E1, S2 E2

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Aris

Brenda

Sonya

Harriet

Series

none yet :(

Marvel

Imagines

Steve Rogers

Sparks Fly

Tony Stark

Snowflake

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Logan Howlett

Peter Quill

Misery Loves Company

Gamora Ben Titan

Peter Parker

Peter Parker (TASM)

Thor Odinson

Michelle Jones-Watson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Series

none yet :(

Once Upon A Time

Imagines

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

David Nolan/Prince Charming

Peter Pan

Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy/Baelfire

Series

none yet :(

Bridgerton

Imagines

Anthony Bridgerton

How To Be A Heartbreaker

Colin Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

King George

Simon Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Series

none yet :(

Harry Potter

Imagines

Harry Potter

About Time

Ron Weasley

Hermoine Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Like I Can

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Luna Lovegood

Bellatrix Lestrange

Series

none yet :(

Glee

Imagines

Finn Hudson

Sam Evans

Jesse St. James

Quinn Fabray

Santana Lopez

Brittany S. Pierce

Rachel Berry

Mercedes Jones

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Series

none yet :(

Criminal Minds

Imagines

Aaron Hotchner

Undercover Heat

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

No Place Like Home

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alves

Kate Callahan

Series

none yet :(

9-1-1

Imagines

Evan 'Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

I Knew You Were Trouble

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Howard 'Chimney' Han

Maddie Buckley

Series

none yet :(

Gossip Girl

Imagines

Chuck Bass

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Series

none yet :(

Pitch Perfect

Imagines

Jesse Swanson

The Flirting Game

Beca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Bumper Allen

Cynthia Rose

Benji Applebaum

Donald Walsh

Fat Amy/Patricia Hobart

Series

none yet :(

WWE

Imagines

Roman Reigns

Relinquish Control

Cody Rhodes

Fight Me

Fight Me Pt. 2

Shake It For Me

Tricky Situations

Jey Uso

Just Friends?

Jimmy Uso

Solo Sikoa

CM Punk

A Gift for the Victor

My Hero

Seth Rollins

Double-Booked*

Rhea Ripley

AJ Styles

Damian Priest

LA Knight

Sami Zayn

Bron Breakker

Dominik Mysterio

Drew McIntyre

Alex Shelley

Chris Sabin

Gunther

Series

In My Corner:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Miscellaneous

Chandler Bing

New Years Eve

We Can’t Be Friends

[janesinner]

STAR WARS One shots X GN! Reader Christmas special

How would everyone react by you giving them a christmas gift

Galactic Empire : You're here

First Order : HERE

Galactic Republic : HERE

Imperials :

Darth Vader :

At first he thoughts you were either the bravests or most foolish person in the galaxy.

Vader never got a gift, and never the one he actualy wanted.

He wanted to appear he didn't liked the gift and ordered his troopers to get rid of it. They were actualy ordered to deliver the gift to his personal quarteens but you'll never know that.

You were confused when you found a small gift on your bed the next day.

Director Krennic :

He's a Director, he doesn't need gifts. He always gets what he wants.

But when it comes to your gifts... oh boy.

He loves every single one of them

You buys him one gift? He buy you 10x more.

He loves spoiling you cuz he can afford it and cuz he like to brag about it to everyone.

He takes vacation for the entyre weekend and spend it with you, but obviously in publics.

Grand Admiral Thrawn :

He doesn't know much about the human holidays, but when you brought him a gift , he wanted to know more.

He absolutely love your gift and he cherrish it deeply.

On the very same day, he took his time and left the Chimaera to the closes planet. After hours of searching, he found a gift that described you and gave it to you.

Luckily he wasn't fighting with the rebels on the same day, so he spend the day with you.

Governor Arihnda Pryce :

She wasn't expecting a gift from you and she was rather worried.

All her friends betrayed her by using her, and she was scared for you to do the same.

So she spend the entire day with you and see what demands you'll want from her.

she was surprised when none came.

At the end of the day, she was more on ease and apologized she didn't bought anything for you.

You only shook your head and reassured you it is alright.

She's glad she finally met someone who she can trust after all those years.

Grand Inquisitor :

He stared suspiciously at the gift. He never got a gift neither he expected to get one.

But one day, when he opened the room from his querteens, and saw you standing there with gift in the hand, was the first time you saw him jump.

You were apologizing to him for the rest of the day, but in the end of the day, he forgive you.

Tho you two didn't spended the day together, you appreciated when he visited you and you two spend a nice night together.

Eli Vanto :

You woke up and saw a gift next to your head.

Iou immedietly knew it was from your Eli.

Once you foudn him, you gave him a gift and kiss on his forehead.

He absolutely loves your gift and you love his.

Thrawn was kind enough to give Eli one free day, and he rushed to spend the day with you.

Alexsandr Kallus :

It was exhausting day at work.

The rebebls managed to get away, and he was the one who got in trouble again.

He angrily, tossed his helmet at the closes wall once he entered his office and sat on his chair by the table, as he gripped his hair in his hands.

After a while, he noticed a gift on his table. He was confused and was warry to open it. Could it be another of the rebels Trap?

He was warry to open it, till he saw your name on it. It was a gift from you.

Without another second, he grabbed the gifst and unwrapped it.

He was shocked to see it was something he once saw in the markets and took liking to it.

He send you the text the very next second, saying he liked the gift and want to repay it to you.

REBELS :

Luke Skywalker :

Tatooine is a poor planet, and there isn't much that would anyone consider a gift. And yet, here you are, somehow managing to obtain something for him.

He absolutely loves your gift and scolds you for wasting your credits on him but you just shook your head and kissed his forehead.

The young boy was flattered by your words and your kiss and was determinated to make enough money and move else where where you two could have a better life.

Han Solo :

Gift? For him? Aren't you gift for him?

He's devoted to be a female man but when it comes to this holiday, he spend the day with you and you alone.

He takes you for a nice fly on his Falcon.

And while you two are enjoying your flight, poor Chewbacca is running around the ship, repairing it.

Lando calrissian :

When you brought him a gift, he absolutely loves it.

He's a bussines man, but he's not greedy.

He make sure to buy you the fines clothes

He invites you to a nice restaurant where you two spend a nice evening.

Leia Organa :

When you brought her a gift, she absolutely loves it.

She might be bossy around the others, but when you two are alone, she's a complete sweet heart.

At the night, you two take a nice walk around the garden.

When she gave you a gift, you realised it's rather expensive jewelry.

You scolded her, but she just laughed and kissed you.

The rest of the nigh your face is red as tomato.

Kanan Jarus

When you brough him a gift he was flattered.

He also had a gift for you he hoped you'll like, and you did.

He's never the one with affections, but he can(t help himself but to be giddy when he's around you.

Tho the Holiday didn't went as you expected it, but you two had lots of fun riding on speeder bike while being chased by scout-troopers.

Hera Syndulla :

When you brough her a gift, she lifted her eyebrow, not understanding why are you giving it to her, as this holiday is unknow to her.

Once you explained it to her, she gave you a warm smile and hugged you.

Once she opened the gift, she was absolutely flattered.

She scolded you for wasting money for her, but you just brushed it off, saying that she deserve it.

You also had a gift for Chopper. You're second person he tolerates.

Sabine Wren :

Your christmas Eve is different then you had expected.

While others people are celebrating at home, you two went in to Imperial territory and painted the entyre place.

You know she loves panting and enjoying this moment with her was greater then anything else.

At the end of the day, you gave her her gift.

She loves it and rewarded you with a head pet.

Garazeb Orrelios :

When you brough him a gift, he was confused.

He took the gift and shook it next to his ear.

You laughed at him and explained the holiday to him.

He was emberassed and shoo Chopper off when he laughed at him.

When he opened the gift, he didn't expected to see this.

He absolutely love his gift and he hugs you.

"You should have bought him a repellent.." "SHUT UP EZRA!"

Ezra Bridger :

There was no point in wrapping his gift.

When he held the Death Trooper helmet in his hands he was beyound shocked.

He stared at you with his eyes wide open and torated the helmet towards you.

"How did you managed to obtain Death Trooper helmet??!!" You told him not to worry about it.

He felt bad cuz he didn¨t had anything for you, but a nice evenin on Lothal was enough to make it up for you.

You liek spending time with your goofy Jedi.

Happy Christmas everyone

[iamthatonefangirl]

runaway - han solo x reader

my (INSANELY late) birthday gift for the one and only @clavedelune.

thank you Marie for supporting me and letting me rant about how much I love the tumblr community and Bucky Barnes 🤍🤍 you're so amazing and I love you.

forewarning: haven't watched the original star wars movies in a very long time and I’m not that good at star wars lore. please excuse any plot inaccuracies but I needed to make the story flow 😭😭 (also sorry no Chewy oops)

~~~

being the daughter of a senator wasn't easy.

there was a never-ending list of rules you had to follow, ever since you were a little girl:

don't speak unless spoken to. don't speak in a disagreeable manner. don't speak to strangers, especially unknown men. don't speak your opinions, never mind those regarding the political issues your father dealt with, lest you wanted to paint a target on your back.

gods, could they try to control you any more than they already did?

it irked you, yet you were in no position to argue. they wouldn't listen to a word you said unless it was what they wanted to hear.

don't even think about acting on your own desires without explicit instruction to do so.

~~~

being forced into a mental cage as a child and as a teenager did nothing but strengthen your mental fortitude, encouraging you to explore what you was supposed to be kept hidden from you.

perhaps your inability to act against your parents' wishes was what sparked your interest in the rebellion.

whenever you attended events with your parents, you were there as a showpiece. you only existed to be a token, to prove that your father had depth, that he had deeper insight that might better influence his opinions on politics. it certainly helped him forge his political ties to be seen as a family man.

although you were nothing more than a political pawn in your father's game, you were sheltered from hearing about said issues.

especially the rebellion.

perhaps your parents knew that it might pique your interest, that you might begin asking questions. so the concept, even the word "rebellion" was forbidden in your household.

unfortunately for your parents, their worst nightmares had come true right under their noses.

you weren't going to allow yourself to simply be a pawn in their game for the rest of your life. you had a brain, and intelligence enough to learn how to slip things by them.

as a young teen, you began to read. learning about the universe, the current sociopolitical climate, the state of affairs of each planet in local sectors.

you began to learn more about the empire, and the rebel alliance, and you'd never felt more alive. you began to sneak in small comms devices, teaching yourself how to use them, how to find the hidden frequencies the rebels used so you could listen in in real time.

you began to dream of a life bigger than the one you had, a life where you could be a fighter, a pilot, a rebel.

~~~

for years, you read. you learned. you stockpiled as much information as you could in your brain so that you could one day leave Coruscant for good and fight the good fight.

perhaps it was a naive belief, given that learning from your bedroom was far different than learning in the real world. but you didn't have access to learn anything from the real world.

you barely had any technological skills, let alone any technical or practical skills. you could read about hand to hand combat, you could read about piloting a ship, but that meant nothing without the ability to do it in real life.

you were confident you could learn somehow.

so over time, you began to plan your escape. you certainly were not going to sit around here forever.

you began to stow away your allowance money, pocket any change you could. your parents were filthy rich, the majority of their money coming from illicit political deals, anyway. who cared if you decided to get a jump on your inheritance?

~~~

the day eventually came when you finally reached your breaking point.

your parents had intended to marry you off for years, but they were never serious, never followed through with it.

now, at 20 years of age, they were done waiting.

you weren't going to stick around long enough for it to happen.

~~~

a week before the night you left, you'd gotten your hands on a blaster.

you had snuck out late one night, bringing as much money as you thought you might need, and then some. you somehow managed to navigate your way to the dark, trashy streets you'd been informed to never go to.

you were cautious to cover your face, keep your head down, not let anyone get a good look at you.

when the arms dealer told you the price, you were taken aback. "you can't be serious. it can't cost that much."

"I'm sure you can afford it, princess."

no way he knew who you were.

you knew for fact that he was bullshitting, but you couldn't risk it. you couldn't risk the news getting around, the fact that someone might have seen who you were, so you gave him the price he wanted.

"I was never here," you told him, giving him an extra handful of credits.

~~~

as you climbed out the window of your bedroom one last time, you told yourself this was the best thing for you. you could do this, you could.

okay, so maybe it was true that you weren't exactly sure what you were doing.

you had one goal: find a way to Alderaan. surely everything would fall into place then.

but... no. you didn't really know what you were doing.

as you walked through the same shady streets that you had walked the week prior, the reality of your decision began to weigh on you. this was your life now: no more fancy clothes, no more endless amounts of food, just you and your naive hope to make a life for yourself, one that might just bring you happiness for the first time in forever.

it wasn’t too late to turn back.

even as you considered every sacrifice you were now making, you had no desire to turn back, anyway.

you searched for vendors, not remembering much from your previous visit to this part of the city. in terms of actually getting across the galaxy, you had to stay under the radar. you'll soon be reported missing, so you couldn't take commercial transport; you'd immediately be found.

you were lost as hell, you realized, when you ended up walking down a dark alley with fewer people roaming around and next to none of the quintessential neon lights illuminating the street.

you continued walking, when suddenly, you felt hands grabbing you on either side of your shoulders from behind. you jumped, turning to face whoever had touched you, trying to reach for your blaster at your waistband.

"relax, girlie, I won't hurt you," the man taunted, raising his hands in surrender. he was shorter than you, appeared fairly shabby, and had an evil grin on his face. he suddenly grabbed your blaster from you before you could stop him, and he began inspecting it.

"my, my, a girl like you is gonna hurt herself with one of these things," he continues, his tone of voice setting off alarm bells in your head. "what are you doing around these parts, huh?"

"I'm seeking passage," you tell him, eyes watching what he's doing with your blaster. your voice shakes. kriff, what am I doing? "I didn’t mean to disturb anyone, just let me have that back and I'll get out of here," you plead with him.

"oh, but I'll make a pretty penny off of you," he says, stepping closer to you, raising your very own blaster and pointing it at you. he presses the barrel to your forehead and grins, insisting, "you're coming with me."

you shut your eyes tightly, prepared to beg him to let you go.

you flinch when you hear the sound of a blaster firing in your ears.

you take a moment, the fear you felt upon hearing the noise subsiding. you begin to open your eyes.

he didn't shoot me?

you see the man lying on the ground in front of you, dead, a single shot to the forehead.

you look behind you to see where the shot came from, wondering if you were next, if you needed to bolt-

and then a figure emerges from the shadows. tall, lean, and, woah.

he's walking towards you. you begin to step back, and of course, you trip over the dead body and onto your ass.

"relax, I'm not going to hurt you," the man says, and he sounds as though you've inconvenienced him.

you hurriedly grab your blaster out of the dead man's hands and hold it tightly, trying to decide if you can trust this new figure.

"the dipshit was right, though, you're gonna hurt yourself with that thing," he says, pointing to the blaster in your clutches and reaching his hand out towards you.

"I'm not giving it to you!" you yell at him, holding the weapon tight to your chest, embittered by his audacity.

"I'm trying to help you up!" he yells back with the same tenacity.

you feel stupid, and pause for a moment before you reluctantly take his hand so he can haul you up and away from the dead body.

"you need to go home, princess, before another idiot like this one tries to pull one over on you," he instructs, quickly stalking away.

"wait, wait!" you call out as you follow him, having to jog to keep up with his pace.

"I can't go home! you heard me tell that guy, I'm seeking passage!"

"can't help you, kid. go home." he keeps walking, not paying you any attention as he makes his way back to the busy street.

"surely you know someone with a ship! I can pay!" you plead with him.

he finally stops in his tracks and turns to face you. "you don't think I have a ship?" he asks you, jabbing a finger into his own chest, sounding insulted at your insinuation.

"then you can take me! I'll pay you!"

this is a bad idea. you can't trust anyone, shouldn't trust anyone, but you need passage. and this man, whoever he is, just saved you from being trafficked or killed.

"no way in hell, princess," he affirms, continuing his walk away from you.

you can't let him go. he's your ticket out of here.

you run out in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. "I'll pay double whatever you want!" you plead.

he looks down at your face and takes a deep breath in contemplation.

"you good for the money?" he questions you.

you pull out two large bags of credits hidden under your jacket. his eyes almost widen at the sight, but he quickly schools his expression.

"where are we going?" he asks, exasperated with your antics.

"Alderaan."

~~~

you've never seen a ship quite like this one, you don't think. you've only been off-planet a small handful of times, but never in anything like this.

"the Millennium Falcon," he announces grandly as you walk into the spaceport and toward the entry ramp.

"are you sure this thing actually runs?" you ask, turning your nose up at the sight of it. "sure, it's huge, but-"

"hey!" he yells back at you, offended. "you're the one who begged me to get you out of here. I promise you, it runs, princess."

"I am not a princess," you bite back at him as you follow him up the ramp and into the ship.

okay, so maybe it's not as much as a piece of crap as it appears to be from the outside.

"you damn sure look like one," he scoffs, looking you up and down.

you look down at your clothing. you'd chosen the most basic, dark, raggedy clothing that you owned to try and avoid drawing attention to yourself.

thinking about it now, he was right.

"you're damn lucky you didn't get caught immediately."

you sigh, holding in your frustrations. you just need to get to Alderaan, and then you'll never see him ever again.

so who cares what he thinks of you?

~~~

you follow him to the cockpit, watching as he sits down and begins to press various buttons, powering up the ship. you stand in the doorway, taking it all in, simply observing his motions.

within moments, you feel the ship jump to life, beginning to hover above the ground. you grab the wall, startled by the movement, catching yourself before you can fall.

"sit down before you crack your head open," you hear from the pilot's seat, sounding uninterested. you're sure he's more worried about not having to tend to you than your actual well-being.

you follow the instruction and make to sit in the co-pilot's seat, watching as the ship ascends from the port and into the Coruscanti atmosphere. seeing it from this angle is astonishing, you think, and you wonder if you'll ever come back home. if you'll ever see your family again.

it's bittersweet.

"it's a real short trip, princess," he informs you as he kicks his feet up on the dash and leans back in the pilot's chair, reaching a hand out to pull back on some lever-looking thing. "be there in no time."

he pulls the lever back, and-

nothing.

he quickly jumps to position, his face shocked. he presses a few more buttons, punching in coordinates, you assume, and pulls the lever back again.

nothing.

he stands, quickly pressing even more buttons scattered over the walls and dashboard, but still,

nothing.

"kriff," he mutters under his breath.

"what is it? what's wrong?" you inquire, watching his frustration build.

"problem with the hyperdrive. come on, you're helping," he orders as he walks out of the cockpit and down the hall.

"what about-"

"come on!"

you stare out into the abyss of space through the glass. it's breathtaking.

you force yourself to turn away and follow him.

~~~

that's how you end up sitting on the ground, watching him as he works below the floorboards, messing with a million different wires and machines unlike any you've ever seen before. there's a part of you that feels anxious, eager to get to your destination. the other part of you is entranced by this foreign technology, curious to know more.

you watch his every move as best you can from where you're seated, hoping you might be able to learn something.

"what's that called?"

"what are you doing now?"

"what's that for?"

your incessant questioning annoys him on the surface, disrupting him as he tries to focus on the task at hand.

"you're supposed to be helping, not interrogating me," he mutters.

but on the inside, he's intrigued by your curiosity to know more. a princess as rich and sheltered as you is actually curious about manual labor? it's a shock to him.

perhaps that's why, although reluctantly, he answers each and every one of your questions without fail.

you eventually fall silent for a time.

"what's your name?" you ask him.

his attention is divided as he attempts to unscrew a bolt that appears to be very stuck. his face is scrunched up when he tells you, "Han Solo," his voice sounding pained while he puts all his strength into the action.

you proceed to introduce yourself before he finally gets the unbolt unstuck.

"and I am no princess," you reiterate.

"if you really believe that, then you're more naive than I thought," he comments, and you scoff. you don't manage to get a word in response before he proceeds to say, "we have to go back. I need to get a part to fix this."

"what? no! I'll be found immediately, I can't go back!" you protest, your heart beginning to race as you consider the possibility. if you go back, you'll never get the chance to leave again.

"the hell do you expect me to do?" he argues back.

"take me somewhere else," you hiss at him.

he scoffs in disbelief and takes a second to consider it. he sees the determined and slightly fearful look on your face. he shakes his head to himself, surprised with himself that he's actually going to listen to you.

"fine. I can get us to Brentaal. but it'll cost you extra."

"deal," you agree.

~~~

when you discover that the trip is going to take longer than anticipated, you're almost relieved.

you've planned this for years, prepared to make a new life for yourself since you were a kid, but...

some time to pause and recuperate might not be so bad.

you sit in the co-pilot's chair once more, watching out the windshield as you make your way through the galaxy at a snail's pace on a backup hyperdrive.

you curl in on yourself to get comfortable as your eyes begin to slip shut, against your desire to stay awake.

he can't help but glance over at you.

"why don't you go get some sleep?" he suggests. his voice is softer than you think you've heard it this whole time.

"I'm okay," you whisper in your sleepy state, "I like watching." you indicate to the beautiful sight in front of you.

he wants to protest, wants to encourage you to go lay down, get some real rest.

he doesn't.

you're so peaceful as you doze off, trying your best to stay awake just to admire the beautiful hues and passing stars outside the ship. you're insanely naive, but it's almost... refreshing.

maybe you aren't so bad.

~~~

you wake up a while later, after what you assume to be a few hours. you look next to you and find Han, now that you know his name, gone.

you don't worry much about it.

you reach for your satchel at your feet and pull out the small comms device you managed to bring with you. in all the time you spent alone growing up, you'd found listening in on the static and occasional conversations to be a comfort when you felt lonely or anxious.

you listen in for a while. it's quiet at this hour, whatever hour it is, but the sound of the static alone is better than nothing.

you listen to the white noise while considering the words he'd told you earlier.

princess. naive.

just because you had been majorly sheltered your whole life didn't mean you were either of those things. you had a plan. you just needed to use your resources to your advantage to get to where you needed to go.

so what if your only resource was the money you'd stockpiled? it would at least get you somewhere.

or it would get you killed.

you thought back to when you flashed your stock of credits to the man now taking you across the galaxy. you clearly didn't think that one through. that was a really fucking stupid move, and you were lucky that he was there, even if you didn't want to believe it.

you were lucky he didn't kill you himself and just take the money off your dead body.

eventually, though, the staticky noise can no longer drown out the growling in your stomach and you're forced to confront the reality: you truly did not think this far ahead.

kriff. you'd been planning your leave for so long, but you clearly didn't plan for any of the actual logistics that would be necessary to successfully execute your plan.

up until now? you've gotten lucky, nothing more.

the next breath you take in is shaky, and you look out the window with a feeling of anxiety in your stomach.

you are naive.

and even though you may be somewhat smart, your parents made damn well sure you didn't have the street smarts you needed to survive if you were to end up in a position like this, on your own.

you ignore the thoughts of all other possibilities that come to mind. don't consider the worst case scenarios, you're safe here.

you know you shouldn't let your guard down around a man you've only just met. you shouldn't let yourself feel safe with him, especially given his reluctance to help you and his off-putting demeanor.

and yet, you feel safer than you've ever been.

~~~

you find yourself wandering through the halls of the ship, taking it all in, considering where you might find a refresher and some food. you do a lap, considering the different offshoots and hallways and doorways and where they might lead.

no matter how stupid it may be, you're enjoying this. the exploring, the chance to make a decision for yourself. it's so simple, such a small thing, but it's everything to you. it's healing to the little girl inside you that didn't get to go anywhere other than her bedroom and her classroom.

you wander down a random hallway and stumble upon what appears to be a cabinet on the wall. after a quick search, you find a keypad that you don't quite understand how to use, but you press it a few times at random.

when the doors to the cabinet open, you weren't expecting that.

a full armory, filled to the brim with many different types and sizes of blasters. you've never seen anything remotely close to it, having had very little exposure to anything of the sort as a child.

the first time you saw a blaster had been... traumatic, to say the least. you were quite little, perhaps six years of age, when your parents began bringing you to events.

you'd gone off-planet for this one, and it had been your first time getting to ride in a spaceship. it was so thrilling for you as a young child, getting to see something new, something exciting.

they couldn't have expected that the event would be attacked.

it was clearly an organized hit, which you'd heard from behind closed doors after the fact. a single senator had been targeted, for reasons you had never discovered.

you were so little. yet you saw the whole thing happen.

needless to say, you didn't go off-planet again for at least ten years after that, and even that choice was a carefully calculated decision by your parents. you had so say in such matters.

every event you went to thereafter was more heavily guarded, everything you were exposed to far more heavily censored.

the next time you actually saw a firearm was the one you'd purchased yourself. and, of course, it'd been taken from your hands so easily the first time you'd even wielded it.

there was a part of you that was taken aback by the sight of the armory in front of you; it was a shock you'd never felt before. like there had been a curtain between you and reality for so long, and now it was not only drawn, but ripped to shreds.

it scared you, and it excited you.

your first instinct should not have been to ignore the growling in your stomach in favor of reaching for the biggest weapon you saw.

your fingers touched the metal, roaming the cold alloy, before you tried to lift it, and-

it was so heavy you dropped it, causing a terrible sound to emanate through the empty halls. you winced, hoping you hadn't woken him, that you hadn't drawn his attention.

you tried to pick it up, the weight straining your back. you wondered how anybody could possibly use a firearm as heavy as this, how they could wield its weight long enough to put it to us. you sure as hell couldn't, trying to lift it yourself, but it was no use.

"what are you doing?" you hear from behind you, and you know you're in trouble. you attempt to put the firearm back where you found it, but of course, you're clumsy, and the metal is too heavy, so it once again clatters against the floor.

"damnit," he hisses as he approaches, "the hell were you thinking, princess?"

the way his voice says princess almost scares you, as though he means it to be demeaning. you knew the connotation with which he said it had always intended to be an insult, but...

you actually heard it this time.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking for something to eat," you excuse as he lifts the heavy weapon back into its rightful place in the closet and shuts the doors.

"and you mistook a rifle for food?" he bites back, turning to look you in the eyes this time.

your jaw stutters, and you can feel yourself blubbering. you want to say obviously not, you prick, but you can't. you can't find the right words, so you stand there, feeling a fool.

"stop touching things. stop getting yourself into situations where you might hurt yourself. I won't always be there to save you, princess."

"I don't need saving," you mumble.

"you sure about that? because otherwise, you'd be dead by now, and you know it!"

his words cut deep. you know he's right, he's right, he's right...

you're young, and stupid, and naive. this was a mistake.

it's too late to go back now.

you muster all the self-discipline in your body to remain calm as you ask him, "do you or do you not have anything I can eat?"

he lets out a rough sigh, partially due to his frustration with you, and partially due to his frustration with himself for getting involved with you.

the one time he elected to intervene, to not mind his own damn business, and look where it got him: worrying about you.

he wasn't supposed to worry about anyone but himself.

~~~

you were grateful he didn't reprimand you any more than he already had as you sat to eat the portion of food he gave you.

when you asked him what he planned on eating, he answered, "have to ration. we'll find a market when we land."

weird.

you watched him stare off into space while you ate, and you wondered what was on his mind. he wasn't like you, you didn't think; staring out into the galaxy might entertain you, but it certainly didn't bring him the same sense of intrigue. so you deduced that he was contemplating, considering his options. he was probably regretting saving you, regretting feeding you what little food he had onboard.

you wondered where he'd been in his life. all the amazing things in the galaxy you'd never seen, all the crazy things he's probably done. shooting that guy in the alley didn't even faze him; what else has he seen, done?

it should scare you that he killed so easily.

it excites you.

"you're Corellian," you observe, breaking the silence. you gaze upon his side profile as he stares into the distance. he's handsome, you think. the curve of his nose, his jawline... gods, no, don't think such things.

when he hears you speak up, you see his face scrunch up as though taken aback.

"how... how do you know that?" he asks, turning his head to face you in his slight confusion.

"I can tell. you speak a certain way, act a certain way," you tell him so casually, like it's common knowledge. he shifts in his seat, as though uncomfortable with the way you're able to read him.

to your surprise, he doesn't respond.

"am I wrong?" you inquire. you know you're not.

"no,” he confirms.

he sits in the eerie silence, contemplating how someone as sheltered and naive as you can be so... aware.

you really aren't what he made you out to be.

~~~

the next day goes by quietly, but slowly. you do your best not to disturb him, fearing that you've already crossed too many boundaries. once again, he hands you some rations, and goes hungry himself.

you try to argue with him, to no avail. he won't listen to you, and whenever he decides he's done with your conversation?

"yeah, whatever you say, princess," he'll tell you, and then shut his eyes or walk away from you. it's quite infuriating, if you're honest, not to mention demeaning.

this time, he changes the subject.

"care to tell me why, exactly, you're leaving your cushy little life?"

great. now you have to answer to him.

"I don't intend to live the rest of my life as a housewife and nothing more," you respond, more defensive than you suppose you needed to be.

"least you'd never have to worry a day in your life about lifting a finger, worrying about paying for anything-"

"what, you think money is the only thing worth living for?" your anger begins to rise in your chest, your anxious nerves beginning to spike. how dare he try and speak for you, about what your life must be like?

"you'd have stability, protection. what the hell is more important than that?" he barks back at you.

"you don't have to agree with my life choices, alright?" you all but yell. "but this is the first big life choice I've ever made for myself, and I'm sticking by it!"

a dull silence falls between the two of you. you compose yourself quickly, looking down at your hands as they shake gently from anxiety. you shouldn't care what he thinks, his words shouldn't matter to you. this was your decision, and he's actively aiding you in following through with your plan, but...

you don't want him to think poorly of you.

your words must have sunk in, at a certain point, because he doesn't try to argue back this time.

he couldn't possibly imagine someone as strong-willed as you being told what to do, told how to live your life. clearly, though, you knew better than to stick around and live your life as someone else's pawn.

"good for you," he comments.

"don't mock me," you respond, already feeling self-conscious. you don't need him to make it worse.

"no, I mean it. you up and left a life that no one dares leave. that's... brave."

you try not to keep the small smile on your face to yourself.

he doesn't tell you that he sees it, and he smiles to himself, too.

~~~

"alright, when we get there, you keep your head down and you stay behind me at all times, you understand?" he asks of you.

you watch as he hunches forward in the pilot's chair, holding his blaster in one hand as he carefully wipes a cloth over its surface, cleaning it of dirt and rubble. it's almost amusing to you, how easy it is for him to wield its weight as though it's nothing. your own blaster, although you've never actually used it, is incredibly heavy in your hands.

"I can handle myself," you protest.

he laughs in response. "you know you can't, princess. about got yourself killed last time."

once again, he infuriates you. not only because he's right, but because you don't even have the means to protect yourself. you can't even use...

"can you show me how to use it?" you ask him, inquisitive, pointing to the blaster in his hands.

"heavens, no," he responds, once again laughing.

"come on," you plead, "how am I supposed to be able to handle myself if I can't use a blaster?"

he lets out a sigh in exasperation. you have a point, and in another few days, you'll be on your own again, doing who knows what on Alderaan. it'd be cruel of him not to at least try and help you.

at least, that's what he tells himself.

"alright, I'll show you," he says, standing and turning to walk out of the cockpit, surprising you. what, right now?

you don't question it as you pull your blaster from your satchel and follow him into the hall.

"whatever you do, do not shoot the damn thing in here, understand? don't need you getting hurt. or, you know, hurting my ship," he instructs. he reaches for the firearm in your hands, giving it a quick lookover before standing to position.

"this thing has a lot of power behind it. and you're not going to be strong enough to hold it with only one hand. so whatever you do, use both hands, yeah?"

you observe the way he's standing, holding the weapon in both hands, feet apart.

"keep your legs shoulder-width apart. breathe out before you shoot."

you nod in understanding, looking him up and down, the way he's so effortlessly confident. he stands tall and proud, like he's got nothing to lose.

you have to take a breath when he turns to you, standing closer than you realized, pushing the weapon into your hands.

"show me," he says, stepping back and leaning against the wall.

it's almost... attractive.

you take another breath to settle the warmth in your face and turn away from him, standing as he instructed. the metal is heavy in your hands, and you're curious as to how much kickback you'll really feel when you shoot it. surely it's nothing.

"nope, no, no," he chides, stepping towards you. you turn your head towards him and complain, "I'm doing exactly what you told me to!"

he approaches you from behind and places a hand on each of your shoulders, making the heat in your face burn warmer. you're about to ask what he's doing, but then he kicks your feet farther apart, startling you.

"shoulder-width apart. like you mean it, princess," you hear from behind you.

you gulp, trying to compose yourself. what the hell is happening to you?

he steps out in front of you now, next to where you're holding the firearm up.

"come on, I just told you: like you mean it. hold it firmly, like you're actually about to shoot," he directs. you listen, adjusting your grip to hold it tighter, with more conviction. he reaches out and grabs the barrel to test your grip on it, and you hold it tightly in place. "good," he acknowledges. "now, look down the sight. aim for that cabinet, right down there."

you look down the barrel, trying to do what he's saying, and you're just left confused. "how the hell am I supposed to see anything?"

you feel godawfully stupid when he tells you, "close one eye, princess."

your face warms at the embarrassment, and he laughs a little to himself, but it's comfortable. for once, you don't think he's laughing at you so much as gently teasing.

you're still blushing a bit as you do as he says, shutting one eye as best you can, and looking down the sight. "line up the divot with the ball at the end of the barrel, and that's where you'll aim. assuming you didn't buy some knock-off piece of shit that doesn't aim properly."

you feel like you're doing something wrong as you try to follow his instructions. "I can't," you complain, dropping the position and holding the blaster at your side as you turn to face him, frustrated with yourself.

he looks at you as you pout at him, and if he's honest, your pouting doesn't annoy him like it should. it's endearing.

"you wanted me to show you, princess," he says, chuckling as he speaks. he stands there for another minute, watching your defeated expression as you make to stand in position once again.

he shakes his head as he pushes off the wall and steps behind you once more, his arms coming to lay over yours.

"see this, right here?" he whispers in your ear, pointing to something on the firearm in your hand. you're trying to pay attention, but he's right behind you, warm breath against your ear...

he continues to point at something else, and says some more words that fly in one ear and out the other. somehow, though, you manage to adjust the weapon so you can actually see properly down the barrel.

"see it?" he whispers to you, turning his face to look at your side profile.

"mhm," you say, putting your finger over the trigger.

"told you you could do it," he whispers to you, making your body shiver. and then-

you accidentally pull the trigger.

you didn't intend to, so you're not prepared at all for the kickback of the blaster as it sends you flying backwards into Han's chest. the energy bolt hits the wall across from you and ricochets back towards you, but before you it can hit you, he's grabbing you and pulling you to the floor, covering your body with his.

you hear it ricochet a few more times before it finally stops.

he's gonna be so pissed at you.

you begin to push off the floor and look to where he's sidled up next to you, grimacing, clutching at his arm.

"oh my god, did it hit you? fuck, are you okay?" you ask as you clamor to check the wound.

"just grazed me," he grits. "I'll be fine."

you see where the bolt sliced through his clothes, cutting his shoulder enough for the blood to seep out.

"do you have a med kit?" you ask frantically as you get to your feet, blaster long forgotten.

"said I'd be fine," he responds, sitting up against the wall. he pulls his hand away from the wound to see the blood smeared on his fingers.

"just tell me!" you yell at him. you shouldn't be yelling at him, not after he everything he's done for you.

but you feel terrible. that was your fault, all because you got distracted by his voice? fuck, you should've been the one to get shot, not him.

he rattles off a few directions for where the med kit is, and you run to find it, frantic. this is all your fault, you shouldn't have bothered him with this, fuck.

what's worse is walking back to him, med kit in hand, your mind distracted about the way he whispered in your ear just before it happened.

told you you could do it, he’d said to you, sounding so…

you return quickly, kneeling next to him and pulling a small bacta patch out of the kit. "this is all you have?" you ask him without thinking.

"not all of us are as rich as you, princess," he retorts, wincing slightly.

you elect to ignore his response. you know you lived a sheltered life, but…

you should know better.

you begin to inspect the wound on the back of his shoulder, surprised that he's even letting you. "I can't see it like this. you'll have to take your shirt off," you tell him softly.

another bad idea.

he huffs and begins to use his uninjured arm to untuck the fabric from his belt and begins to pull it over his head. you see him wince again, so you take the liberty to help him and push the fabric for him.

"I can do it," he murmurs, but he doesn't argue again when you don't listen to him. you finish pulling it off, revealing the tanned skin of his back, his arms, so effortlessly toned...

the wound where the bolt grazed his skin.

you wipe the blood away with an antiseptic, which causes him to hiss in pain. you proceed to reach for the bacta patch once more and gently press it onto his skin.

you hold your hand against it for far longer than you should.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, hand still resting over the wound. "it's my fault this happened, I shouldn't have..."

"don't worry about it," he grunts back. the warmth of your hand soaks through the patch and onto his skin, and he hates to admit how soothing your touch is.

you sit there for a few more minutes in quiet silence, hand still on his back.

eventually, your eyes begin to dart around the hall, noticing where the bolt hit a few spots on the wall before eventually stopping where it hit the floor.

"kriff," you mutter, and you realize just how badly you've screwed up. "I'm so sorry, I'll pay you to fix this, I swear," you begin to ramble.

he has no clue what's come over him when he tells you, "it's fine, princess. don't worry about it."

"but it's my fault this happened-"

"it's okay," he says, turning to face you over his shoulder. "don't worry about it."

you still can't place why you feel so warm and fuzzy when you’re this close to him.

you turn away, prying your hand from its spot on his back and scrambling to pick up spilled contents of the med kit. you don't want to think about what's happening to you.

he watches you carefully as you speed down the hall to return it to its place, and he can't find it within himself to be upset with you.

~~~

"so, I know when you tried to show me how to use the blaster, I kind of failed epically," you begin.

"where are you going with this?" he questions, turning to face you as you stand next to where he's seated in the pilot's chair.

"can you show me how to fly the ship? maybe don't, like, let me do anything. but just... show me a few things?" you ask hopefully.

he should say no to you. accidentally firing a weapon in an enclosed space is its own royal screw-up, but letting you pilot an entire ship?

a recipe for disaster.

you're entirely shocked when he stands from the pilot's seat and indicates to you to sit. this ship is his baby, what is he doing letting you sit here?

he begins to point to different buttons, explaining what they do, and when you're supposed to used them.

"I think you know what this one's for," he smirks, pointing to the lever-looking thing.

"activates the hyperdrive," you say. "even though it's not working." you try to hide your smile, the little giggle that escapes your lips when you bring it up.

the look on your face when you smile, when you laugh...

he can't help but smile back at you, and he feels like he's underwater.

"very funny," he taunts back. "but yes. good job."

he rattles off a few more explanations for different buttons before questioning, "now. what's this one do?"

"what?" you ask, taken off-guard.

"come on, you wanted to learn. now tell me. we're going until you get this right."

you can't help the giddy feeling building up inside you.

~~~

you watch and listen carefully as he explains what he's doing as he lands the ship in a port on Brentaal.

"stay behind me. and do not let anyone see that blaster of yours," he instructs as you deboard.

"I do know how to use it now," you tease at him, gently poking at his shoulder where the wound is covered by his coat.

"yeah, very funny," he responds. "you let me do the shooting, got it?"

"yes. yeah. got it."

you follow him off the ship and into the port, taking in the view as you go. you do as he says, sticking close by him as you walk through the streets in search of the part he needs to fix the hyperdrive. you watch as he walks past vendor after vendor, skimming through their offerings.

"now, listen to what I'm about to say, princess," he says fairly quietly, continuing to act normal, not turning his attention to you. "and trust me on this one."

"um, okay," you whisper back, confused.

he continues to keep quiet as he tells you, "while we're here, don't pull out that comms device you've got. understand?"

your face contorts in confusion, and you're ready to argue until you see the serious expression on his face. he scans the area around you before looking back to you.

"trust me."

he practically stares you down with those hazel eyes of his, as though looking into your soul, like he can read your thoughts...

you hope he can't. not when you don't even understand them.

"I trust you," you iterate with a nod of your head.

suddenly, something flashes in his eyes, but he averts his gaze away from you before you can catch it. he does yet another scan of the area behind you.

"come on. we're not going to find what I need here. let's go get something to eat."

you ignore the jolt that runs up your spine when he grabs your hand and begins to walk down the gravel pathway.

~~~

you find yourself in some small cantina further into the city, and you're glad to see him finally eating something.

"we'll have to find somewhere to spend the night," he mutters, mouth half-full of food. you roll your eyes and resist the urge to tell him not to speak with his mouth full.

instead, you begin to ponder it.

you were raised with an insane amount of rules, manners, everything you had to follow... and you didn't have to listen to word of it anymore. who would even be watching? who would reprimand you for speaking with food in your mouth, for putting your elbows on the table, for making a mess all over your face?

absolutely no one.

the freedom almost scared you.

you barely acknowledge him speaking to you, too caught up in your own thoughts. your naivity, your impulsivity...

had you made the right choice?

right now, you felt safe. you weren't on your own, and you'd grown to trust this man with your life. you could trust he'd keep you safe.

once you make it to Alderaan, you're on your own. no more protection, no more help, no more Han.

"what's going on, princess?" he repeats, as though you didn't hear him the first few times he spoke up.

you finally look up from your bowl. "sorry. just distracted, I guess."

he knows better than to do this, he should keep to himself, goddamnit, but-

"with what?"

you pause, taking a beat to consider your next words. "what I'll do when I'm on my own," you admit, avoiding eye contact with him.

he pauses eating, but doesn't respond.

he hadn't thought that far ahead.

~~~

the second you step into the room at the nearby inn, you pause.

he walks around you and flops himself down in the middle of the bed, the only bed, locking his fingers together and bringing his hands up behind his head. he turns to you and smirks, "I don't bite, princess."

you stand there for a few moments, but eventually shut the door behind you and make your way to the refresher.

finally, a real refresher.

you're grateful for the water, even though it's only lukewarm. it's been days since you've gotten to wash your hair, and the gross feeling has started to settle in your bones.

you pull on the only other clothes you brought with you, a long nightshirt and shorts. you make your way back out to see him looking out the window, at which point he hears you enter so he turns back to you. you're pretty sure he stutters, as though he's about to say something. he doesn't, instead walking past you and into the refresher.

you look around the small room, the bed smaller than what you're used to at home.

you suppose it's better than the chair you've been electing to sleep in the past few days.

you curl yourself in a ball on the side of the bed close to the refresher and reach into your satchel to pull out the comms device. the stress of what next? is still weighing heavily on your mind, and the distraction of the static will put you at ease.

except, something is different this time.

the moment you turn the volume on to listen in, it's nothing but chaos.

it's loud, yelling, a million people talking at once. all while the static continues to get louder and louder, eventually drowning out the pained screams of those on the frequency.

and then,

nothing.

you stare down at the machine in your hands, try to adjust the frequency, the volume, and still, nothing.

you restart it, even hit it with the palm of your hand a few times.

nothing.

you really don't want to freak out, especially after he deliberately told you not to use it here, but you're not in public, so what's the harm?

when he comes back out and sees it in your hands, he runs over and grabs it from you, switching it off. "I thought I told you to keep this put away," he says.

"yeah, but-"

"I told you to trust me," he says more forcefully, angrily, so you look up to meet his eyes.

"I do trust you," you hiss back.

the silence that follows is deafening. you trust next to no one in this life, and you're sure he could say the same. the words hang heavy in the air as you hold eye contact with him, a million thoughts in your head.

your force yourself to speak up again. "I felt... anxious. the noise helps," you tell him, indicating to the comms device. "but something was wrong. it sounded like utter chaos, and then the line went dead."

he just shrugs his shoulders and sets the device down on the night table. "it's probably nothing. like you said, the signal probably went dead."

you stare at the small machine, a pit still in your stomach as you think about it.

"it'll be fine, princess," he assures you, plopping down on the bed next to you.

it's only then, when you turn to face him, that you realize he's wearing nothing but his boxers. you immediately turn away, face reddening and eyes widening, and you duck under the sheets.

you'd always been told to never be alone with a man who was not your father or your husband. you were to maintain your purity, whether you understood what that meant or not.

right now, you were pretty sure this was the opposite of maintaining your innocence. you clutched the sheets tight and laid on your side, staring in the opposite direction.

"goodnight," you whisper.

"what, you bored of me already?" he teases.

when you don't respond, he gets the hint. you're not in the mood for jokes, and you probably even think he's upset with you over the comms device.

it was probably nothing, but he didn't want to draw attention, knowing that you probably had some sort of rebel ties given your desire to reach Alderaan. sending out any signals could jeopardize your safety, and he wouldn't have that.

the comms going dead was unexpected, though, even to him.

"night," he tells you gruffly before shutting off the lights.

~~~

the next morning, you are not expecting the overwhelming feeling of heat all over your skin. do I have a fever? you ask yourself, before your mind begins to catch up with your body.

in your sleep, you'd ended up rolling onto your other side, practically curling yourself around him.

you flinch back, feeling every sense of your decency fly out the window as you hear your mother scolding you in the back of your head.

he's not your husband.

you've ruined everything.

you're a disgrace to this family.

you force yourself out of the bed and into the refresher.

you almost don't recognize yourself in the mirror.

once a senator's daughter, and now, what? a helpless runaway, relying on a man she's only just met to protect her? once a symbol of your family's integrity, but now?

you don't know what to make of the girl looking back at you in the reflection.

something about Han draws you in, and the fact that you'll be parting ways sooner than later upsets you to your very core.

but you're a young woman, unmarried, and all of this is wrong. you're supposed to be strong and independent, on your own. you're not supposed to rely on anyone the way you've been doing your whole life, leaving you as helpless as you are now.

it all feels so impossible.

the pit in your stomach from the sound of the comms going dead hasn't gone away.

and the heat between your legs from waking up next to him hasn't, either.

~~~

you end up sitting quietly in the chair near the window, curled up in a ball, looking outside through the sliver between the curtain and the glass.

you hear him begin to stir, and you avoid turning to face him, intently staring down at the people roaming the streets below.

"morning," he says, his voice rough from sleep. out of your peripheral vision, you see him sitting up in bed, the sheet falling away from him, revealing his bare chest.

you try not to acknowledge your face warming, and you force yourself to turn to him.

"how is your shoulder feeling?" you ask him quietly.

"it's fine, don't worry about it," he says, standing from the bed and walking into the refresher. you steal a glance at the patch on his shoulder, which clearly needs changed, before he shuts the door.

you call out to him, "is there a med kit in there?"

"I'm fine, princess!" he calls back.

yeah, bullshit.

you stand and walk over to the refresher door, beginning to bang on it. "Han, I need to clean your wound so it won't get infected. just look for a med kit," you urge him.

when he says nothing, you knock on the door a few more times. "come on!"

the next time you bang on the door, it opens, and you about trip over. he reaches for you, catching you before you fall flat on your face.

"couldn't have waited five minutes?" he asks you, his hands still on your arms.

"I need to check your shoulder," you reiterate.

he chuckles a little, stepping closer to you. he's still half-naked, and you're not much better, really.

"sure, princess," he smirks.

you think you might melt at the sight of it. no, this is bad.

he opens the door further and pulls a med kit from under the sink. "probably a shit ton of dust in here, but let's see."

you search through it quickly. no bacta, but there's enough for you to at least clean and dress it.

you're quiet as you tend to his injury, once again brought back to the fact that it's entirely your fault that he's wounded.

"we'll get the part I need, fix the hyperdrive, and you'll be on Alderaan in no time, princess," he tells you. you don't catch the disappointed tone in his voice when he says, "by tomorrow night, probably."

"right," you reply quietly.

you finish patching up his back and pull back. "let's go get some caf."

~~~

for as clouded as your mind feels, you actually really enjoy getting to walk the streets of a new planet. it almost reminds you of Coruscant, which scares you at first. but you're not on Coruscant.

you're free of that life now.

that is, assuming nobody comes looking for you.

you follow behind him as you sip your hot caf, taking in the sights, enjoying the hustle and bustle of people. it's so foreign to you to be so surrounded. you love it.

~~~

what Han should be doing is fixing the hyperdrive right now. he's already located where he can buy the part he needs, and you'd be up in the air and on your way within the hour.

what he's actually doing is taking you to the capital, watching the excited look on your face at you sip the beverage he insisted on paying for, the way you appear to be relaxed, at peace.

so who cares if he wastes the day away just to see you happy for a few more hours?

he observes you as you stop to talk to each and every vendor at the small market you'd stumbled upon, the way you sounded so interested in learning about how they crafted the products they were selling, so invested in hearing their life stories.

he really shouldn't be letting himself get so attached.

that afternoon, as you sit on a small patio at a local eatery, you speak up. "where will you go after this?" you ask him.

"I go wherever the job takes me," he shrugs non-commitally.

"and what exactly is, 'the job'?" you question, laughing as you speak.

he loves to see you smile, he thinks.

"'the job' is whatever I can find," he smirks back at you.

a pause.

"your shoulder okay?" you ask. you still feel awfully guilty.

"I'm fine, princess, don't worry about me."

"of course I'm going to worry about you, Han," you say without thinking.

he's sure his heart skips a couple beats.

~~~

he manages to make up a few more excuses to extend the day, but once evening comes, he knows it's time.

once he's purchased the part, which looks awfully miniscule and obsolete to you, you begin to make your way back to the ship.

he carefully leads you through the crowd, far more busy than this afternoon for some reason, with his hand on the small of your back. the unexplainable fire in your body burns brighter when he touches you, and you're enthralled by the fact that you don't want him to let go of you.

you're ripped from your thoughts by the sounds of shouting from somewhere in the crowd.

after what feels like no time at all, it begins to get awfully hectic with people yelling left and right, the noise growing louder and louder. he pulls you in tighter, assessing the crowd as you both try to determine what's going on.

and then you hear it:

"Alderaan's been destroyed!"

you shake your head in disbelief. yeah, right, you think, that's not possible.

but then you begin to hear bits and pieces of the conversations around you.

"the empire-"

"some powerful new weapon-"

"billions dead-"

no.

you don't believe it.

except-

the panicking you heard through your comms last night. the chaos, the screaming, and then... the sudden nothingness.

had you been listening in at the very time that such a tragedy occurred?

your head becomes cloudier, the noise overwhelming you. your thoughts all run together, each one indistinguishable from the one before it.

this can't be happening.

those poor people.

I'm screwed.

I'm going to be alone again.

you finally perk up at the sound of your name being yelled from behind you. you turn to face Han, your eyes cloudy, thoughts running amuck.

"we need to get out of here," he tells you, grabbing your hand tightly in his and beginning to pull you through the crowd.

you're not even thinking about what he's saying. you just let him drag you.

why did I ever think I could do this?

~~~

you're not really there when you get wind up back at the same inn as the night before.

you're not entirely there when Han throws some more money at the innkeeper to get a room for another night.

you're barely even there when he guides you down the path and into the same room as the night before.

and then he's saying your name once again, catching your attention just enough to drag you back to reality.

"are you okay?" he asks you, scanning you up and down.

"what- what am I supposed to do now?" you whisper to him. your voice is cracking left and right, and you feel your eyes well up with tears. "I have nowhere to go except back to Coruscant. and- and I dragged you all this way, and you've done so much for me-"

"relax, princess, it's okay-"

"-and I've been so fucking stupid, and naive, just like you said-"

"-you're not stupid, princess, goddamnit-"

"-and I can't go home," you sob, tears finally streaming down your face. "I have nowhere to go but home, and if I go home, I can kiss my life goodbye. I'll be on house arrest until I die, and I'll be nothing but a pawn in their game for the rest of my life, and I'll be married off to some politician's son who thinks he owns me!"

you feel like your whole world is caving in on you. you felt lost before, more than you'd ever felt in your life, but at least you had some semblance of direction. even if it was nothing more than a pipe dream, you had a goal.

it's gone now. that's over. and you're alone again.

"you're not alone!" he yells, and you weren't even aware that you were rambling out loud. "you think I'm just going to leave you to deal with this on your own?"

you feel like you've been splashed with a bucket of ice water. you're more confused than ever, but your mind is finally focused.

"what?" you whisper back.

he sighs and brings his hands to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I'm not going to just strand you here, or dump you on Coruscant to go back to your shitty life," he urges. "you're not alone, goddamnit."

you blink your eyes a few times, trying to clear your blurred vision and really, truly look at him.

"you're not?" you whisper.

"heavens, no. is that what you really think of me?"

you shake your head with fervor. "no, of course not. I just thought... that this was a job for you. I practically forced you into agreeing to take me."

"yeah, well... I dunno. somewhere along the way, I changed my mind," he tells you.

"why?"

he takes a deep breath before he continues.

“look, princess, I don’t know how to love anybody,” he admits, so casually, as though the words he’s saying mean nothing. as though they’re not about to rip you to shreds, pull you apart in a million pieces. “but, gods, you…”

what?

"you make me feel like I could."

what the kriff is he saying to you right now?

"and I don't want to just let that go so easily. especially when I think you feel it, too. no, I know you feel it too," he asserts, his voice portraying far more confidence than he feels.

he watches you for a minute as your thoughts focus on what he's saying to you. you don't know what's happening to you, you don't know what it means to love someone.

you do know that you care for this man more than you've ever cared about anyone. you'd rather die than leave his side. and the heat that rises in your face, in your stomach, every time you see him...

"I don't know either," you whisper back to him. "but, I know I feel... something."

you see the visible relief on his face instantly, the way he lets out a sharp exhale and a small smile forms on his face.

his hands are still on your cheeks, wiping the last few tears that manage to escape your eyes. and then he's leaning his forehead to yours.

"I'm not going to leave you alone, princess, okay?" he whispers. "we'll figure this out together."

you nod against him, looking at the way his eyes are shut, so close to your face.

you've never felt this way before, this... wanted.

you're still hesitant, still unsure of yourself when it comes to something like this. you don't know how any of this works.

"are you... are you going to kiss me now?" you whisper.

"you want me to?" he smiles.

"yeah," you whisper back.

then his lips are on yours, and you finally don't feel alone.

~~~

so... this is going to be a two-parter (in the wise words of @clavedelune, Han Solo is a great virgin killer and I think the story must stand alone from the smut lol)

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L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 4

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

WARNINGS: mention of food/eating, one swear word, some angst

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

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SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

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“So, how does all this work?” You ask from the couch behind the set of chairs Chan and Changbin are currently sitting in, a third one is empty between the two of them.

“Like producing or all of the buttons?” Chan asks, spinning around in the chair to give you all of his attention.

“You can explain the buttons if you want,” You adjust yourself comfortably on the couch, making sure to find a way to sit so you can take notes without hurting your back later. “But I meant producing.”

The three of you are currently sitting in a recording studio that the company rented for the group to use on their last day in Sydney. One of the inclusions that everyone agreed on is a mini CD-R of each member's solo song from the tour, and one rerecorded song for the group version broken up into a special racha version. The boys wanted to get the recording as quickly as they could before they got too tired from touring, which is why you're up at the earliest time you've needed to be so far.

Chan starts to roll up the sleeve of his black hoodie, thinking for a moment. "Well, when Han gets here--"

"If Han gets here. I guarantee you that he's still asleep right now." Changbin whines, his voice still heavy from sleep.

"I'll send a text to the group chat in a second to have one of the other kids swing by his room before they come over." Chan rubs his eyes as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the table behind him. "We can do the first two songs without him right now I guess."

"They're just the solo songs so we can manage." Changbin yawns. You can't tell if he's telling you or reassuring Chan.

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway," He pulls off his cham and fixes his hair before placing it back on. "Someone will be in the recording booth with headphones that play the backing track while everyone else can hear from the speakers in here. Basically, everyone out here is listening to make sure that the recording goes well. That whoever is in the booth is keeping pitch, or pronouncing everything correctly, and so forth. Or if something doesn't sound right, we can fix it right then and there. It's not always in one go though so sometimes we have to take the best bits of each take and splice them together."

"And then you take the mostly recorded track and do whatever tweaking needs to be done in post?" You question as you write down what Chan explained.

"Exactly! Someone's been doing their homework." Chan claps once loudly in excitement, the sudden noise causes Changbin to jump in his seat.

"I've always been a good student." You smirk to yourself as you look through your questions to ask. "I've watched some of your recording sessions on YouTube. You--"

The door swings open, stealing all of your attention. On the other side, Jisung stands holding four coffees in a carrier in one hand and another, larger iced coffee in the other. He's mostly hidden away in a large beanie that falls just above his eyes, a matching black face mask, an oversized hoodie, and baggy grey cargo pants.

"I know I'm late, but I bought an apology gift." He says, holding up the drink carrier.

"More like a bribe." Chan laughs, turning the seat next to around so that Jisung can sit in it.

"Here you go, noona." Jisung hands you one of the iced coffees before taking his seat between Chan and Changbin.

"I can be bought." You joke as you take the drink.

You watch as Jisung settles into his seat, handing both Chan and Changbin their drinks before placing the remaining fifth cup on the table behind them. Chan takes a sip of the coffee and turns back to you. "Noona, you were asking us a question."

"I'll ask it later. You guys have a lot of work ahead of you. I'll be like a fly on the wall from this moment forward."

All three of them nod in agreement. Recoding nine songs in one day isn't impossible but it is a lot of work. The three of them turn around again and discuss something briefly that you can't hear. Unsure of what else to do, you recheck your notes as they talk, trying your best to give them privacy in the too-small room.

"Ah, I'm suddenly nervous to record this song!" Chan laughs nervously while throwing his head back.

"We've all seen you perform it seven times already." Jisung pats him on the back to reassure him.

"Yeah but..." His voice trails off as he slowly makes eye contact with you as he spins around.

"You're nervous because of me?" You point to yourself for confirmation.

"Well, the song is a bit..." His voice trails off again, scratching the back of his increasingly red neck.

"Oh, so you can take your shirt off in front of Stay but you can't sing the song in front of noona?" Changbin teases.

"At this point, noona is like my sister. So it's..."

"I'm pretty sure your actual sister was in the audience this weekend. Your entire family really." You remind him.

"Oh my God," He sighs, burying his head in his hands.

"Ah, Bang Chan! Just hurry up and go in the booth already!" Changbin yells, getting annoyed and dropping all formalities with his leader.

"Okay, okay!" He gets up and takes one more sip of his coffee. "It's a song about trains anyway so I don't know what I'm getting worked up about."

"Hyung, be so fucking for real right now. We're all adults here. Just--"

Smack!

"Ow! What was that for." Jisung rubs the spot on his thigh that Changbin just smacked.

Changbin doesn't say anything. Instead, he nods in your direction, warning the younger man that you're still listening. You roll your eyes and raise your hand up. "It's off the record, don't worry."

After some punches to the air, Chan finally makes his way into the recording booth. He places the large headphones over his ears and pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolds the paper and then places it on the music stand in front of him. He signals for you to turn around and cover your ears with a sheepish smile. You respond by shaking your head 'no' and snapping a quick picture of him with your camera.

Jisung gets up from his seat and takes the seat that Chan was sitting in earlier. He pats his previous seat with his hand while looking through the papers in front of him. "Noona, sit here. Come be an honorary member of 3racha."

"I promise you that your careers are safer if I sit back here." You chuckle slightly.

"Then come up here and keep us company. It feels weird sitting here with just two of us. Feels like if Cerberus was missing a head."

"That's a bit dramatic, no?" You question as you gather your things.

"It's 3racha. You need all three of us. Cerberus is just a two-headed dog without the third head. Or worse, a regular dog. 2racha isn't a real thing." Jisung says with a faraway look in his eyes. You can almost see a glint of fondness as he thinks back about something.

"Can I quote you on that?" You ask as you set your things on the table.

"Technically Vocalracha is 2racha," Changbin interjects. Without looking up from the papers he's now flipping through, he pulls out Jisung's chair for you to sit on. Without hesitation, you quietly thank him while taking the seat.

"That's not the same thing and you know it hyung." Jisung whines, stomping his feet on the floor, gently shaking the table.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All three of your heads snap up at Chan who is now mouthing something at you.

"Oh, his mic is off," Changbin says while he looks at the set of buttons spread out across the table.

"Hold on, this system is different from the one we're used to. Everything is in English too."

"They showed us how to use the equipment earlier but I forgot which one is the mic on and off button," Changbin explains.

Your eyes scan the table and find the button labeled 'microphone on/off'. Afraid of accidentally hitting something and messing with the entire system, you quietly point to it. Changbin follows your finger and presses the button without any hesitation. You hold your breath for a moment, scared that you might have found the wrong button. All three of you stare at Chan while Jisung signals for him to talk.

"Is my mic on now?" Chan asks softly.

All three of you let out a sigh of relief before Jisung presses the intercom button in front of him and leans into the mic. "Yeah, hyung. We can hear you now, loud and clear."

"Okay, good. Are we good to start now? I want to get my song over with before the other kids get here." Chan teeters back and forth on his feet and swings his arms back and forth like a child waiting for their parent to get done talking to their friend. It's an insane image of a man who is about to sing a song that is definitely not about railways.

Jisung turns to look at Changbin who is looking at a little piece of paper in front of him. You can see small diagrams of buttons and little notes on them in Korean that you're almost certain he wrote himself. He gives Jisung a thumbs-up as his finger hovers over one of the buttons.

"Yeah, we're going to start now, hyung," Jisung tells him before sliding the intercom away from him.

Chan resumes his position in front of the microphone. He flashes all three of you an innocent smile before signaling that he's ready to start. Both you and Jisung watch Changbin as he presses one of the buttons. Soon after, the opening notes of "Railway" play over the speaker in the room. Chan makes a motion pointing up which causes Changbin to scramble as he looks for another button while referring to his little cheat sheet. Changbin presses the button and Chan gives him another thumbs-up before singing the opening lines of the song.

You sit quietly between the two younger members of 3racha as they work, careful to not distract them. You've been with them for two months, but this is the most serious you've seen them. Most of the time, they're goofing off and picking on each other or the other members. Changbin quietly nods along to the music while reading the lyrics sitting in front of him. Every few seconds he writes a little note on the page. Jisung is also reading along with the lyrics. After Chan finishes the first verse, he waits patiently while drinking water as Jisung and Changbin quietly discuss among themselves what parts they should have him fix. After a few minutes, they go over what went well and what he can do to improve. Chan nods along before the three of them rerecord the first verse. After the second recording, they replay both versions of the recording for Chan to hear. This time Chan seems a bit dissatisfied and asks if he can try one more time. Once more, the opening notes play and Chan redoes the first verse. During the review of the third take, all three of them are satisfied and go to the next verse.

This process continues for each verse, chorus, and adlib until all three of them, but most importantly Chan, are happy with the final product. Afterwards, Chan switches places with Jisung and it starts all over again. Jisung's recording goes a bit faster than Chan's due to fewer notes from the other two producers in the room. While Jisung records, both Chan and Changbin are quietly explaining everything to you so you have a bit more context of what's going on. After Jisung is done, he takes Chan's seat again while Chan moves over to Changbin's seat so they can record the next song. Changbin's recording took the longest of the three because of how much he was joking around. After that, they managed to get started on the 3racha hip-hop version of "Runners," all while spending more time messing around than focusing. Still, the three of them are done in nearly two hours.

For a moment, you're left alone in the recording studio while the three men take their break outside of the room. You sit quietly on the couch, your new permanent spot now that all three producers are done recording, and add to your notes about the experience. You don't notice at first that Changbin is the first one back in the room. He's quiet for a moment as he reclaims his spot at the end of the table.

"It's not as fun and glamorous as our recording session videos, huh?" Changbin asks quietly, finally breaking his silence.

You slowly lift your head up and blink at him, confused for a moment. You don't think there's been a moment where he's spoken to you first before. At least, not unprompted. Not without another member being in the room.

Changbin continues to stare at you, waiting for your answer. You shake your head and put your notebook aside, "No, I think it's very interesting. I'm learning a lot about making music and you three in general. I really love music so seeing how it's made is really fun."

Changbin slowly nods his head as he spins back around. You roll your eyes as you pick up your notebook again. A few seconds later, Changbin turns around again. You freeze midsentence, waiting for him to say something.

"Do you want to experience the other side of it?" His expression is soft and genuine. You've only seen this expression on his face when he's with his members, never with you. Then again, you haven't been alone with him yet. Maybe the overprotective, intimidating part of him is an act.

"What?" You set your notebook aside once again, "Like, inside the recording booth?"

"Yeah," While his face is softer towards you than you're used to seeing, he still refuses to smile. "For your article. You're still writing that, right? In addition to everything else?"

"I am still writing the article. And I'd love to step inside the booth." Notebook in hand, you follow as Changbin stands up and leads you to the door you've watched all three of them go through.

You wait patiently as you watch Changbin adjust the height of the mic for you. After a few moments, he quietly leaves the room and takes his spot back in front of the soundboard. He motions for you to put the headphones on.

The recording booth is smaller on the inside than you imagined. Much more stuffy, hotter than the room you were just in. It must have something to do with all the soundproofing that needs to be done. You roll up the sleeves of your sweater while you look around the room, taking in every little detail.

"Noona, can you hear me?" Changbin's voice rings through the headphones.

"Yeah," You turn, giving your full attention to the man on the other end of the glass. You always thought that there was a speaker overhead that was connected to the intercom in the other room.

"Good," He nods as he takes a sip of his now watered-down coffee. "I'm going to play something so you can hear what it's like."

You give him a thumbs up as you watch him search through Chan's laptop. After a moment, finding what he's looking for, he turns to look back up at you. "So you're going to hear a quick-timing beat and then the music is going to start."

You wait while watching Changbin as three ticks of what sounds like a metronome play in your ear right before the instrumental track for "Runners" starts. Your head bobs along to the music as you mentally sing the lyrics of the song you've heard countless times. The music is so loud, you're almost certain your heartbeat changed to match the tempo.

Just as soon as the song starts, it ends right when the first verse should end. You quickly grab your notebook and jot down a few notes before looking back at Changbin again.

"Is it always like this? Like," You pause for a moment, trying to find the right words. "is it always just the backing track? I've heard that some artist hear their own voice too."

"You can hear your own voice if you want it that way but it can get a bit confusing so we don't. Some artists will have their guide playing if they have one or a metronome to keep the tempo. If we're layering or doing adlibs then we'll have what we've already recorded playing instead to make it easier for us and the person mixing the track."

"I see," A million more questions float into your mind as you take note of what Changbin just told you. But you decide to keep them to yourself for now. You still have a few more hours before the day is over.

"Do you want to record for real?" Changbin asks suddenly.

You pause for a moment, contemplating his question. It would be a bucket list item you would be able to scratch off the list. But the idea of performing a--song let alone performing a song in front of the original artist--is intimidating. "I can't sing,"

"We have autotune," He says as the corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk that he can't hide.

You bite your lower lip as you think about the next time an opportunity like this will happen again. With your career, it probably won't happen again in this lifetime.

"Okay, but no laughing."

"Well, not in front of you."

"I changed my mind." You go to pull the headphones off and go back into the main room.

"I'm kidding, I'll be nice. I promise." He says quickly, his infectious laughter ringing through your ears. "What song do you want to do?"

"'Runners' is fine." You breathe as you readjust the headphones on your head.

Changbin does something on the laptop for a moment, probably turning on the autotune for you, and then makes an 'okay' symbol letting you know he's ready to go.

You say a silent prayer that you don't completely embarrass yourself in front of Changbin or any of the other members who are bound to walk back into the studio at any moment as the metronome chimes in your ears again. As the song starts, your voice is a bit shakier than you hoped. It's one thing to pretend to be an idol recording a song in the shower. It's an entirely different beast standing in a real recording booth while singing in front of an actual idol.

The song goes on longer than it did when Changbin was showing you how it sounded earlier. He's probably letting you go for as long as you can before cutting you off. Unfortunately for him, and his ears, you know the entire song.

Claps erupt in your ears just as the song finishes. You turn to the side to see that Chan and Jisung have returned from their break and that both Seungmin and Jeongin have also arrived. You quickly rip off your headphones, grab your notebook, and leave the booth with your eyes on the floor so that none of the boys can see how red your face is. You're not sure when any of them came in, and for your sake, it might be better that you didn't know.

"Wow, noona, do you want to join us in Vocalracha?" Jeongin jokes as you take your spot back on the couch.

"I think Vocalracha has enough members, thank you very much."

"Just switch places with Seungmin, nobody will notice the difference," Jisung suggests as he takes his seat next to Changbin.

"I'll notice," Seungmin deadpans as he takes the spot next to you on the couch.

"Does that mean I'll be Vocalracha leader then?" Jeongin's eyes light up with a mischievous twinkle.

"I think for noona's sake, you shouldn't be the leader. You'll run it like the military." Chan laughs, ruffling Jeongin's hair. In return, Jeongin pushes him hard enough to cause him to stumble.

Jeonging climbs over both your and Seungmin’s legs to get to the empty seat near the couch in the corner. "And Seungmin hyung doesn't?"

"I'm nice to you, why are you lying? Spend a day in danceracha with Lee Know hyung and you'll be crawling back to me, begging for forgiveness." Seungmin pouts.

Jeongin him off while pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I bow for no one,"

"You bow for Stay." Chan reminded the youngest man.

"That's different. I respect Stay." He replies without missing a beat.

"You don't respect me?" Seungmin asks, his mouth drops open, feigning shock.

Jeongin turns to Seungmin and points at himself. "Maknae on top,"

"Guys," Changbin warns. Both Seungmin and Jeongin turn to the older man, confused by the sudden warning. Changbin only replies by nodding in your direction.

And just like that, he's back to putting a wall between you and the entire group.

"Noona knows that we're only joking," Seungmin says softly, turning back to you with soft eyes. Almost like he's apologizing on Changbin's behalf. "Don't you, Y/n noona?"

"I vaguely remember one or more of you saying something about how Jeongin would be scary if he was one of the hyungs so..." You tease as you pretend to flip through your notebook. You slightly glance up and make eye contact with a worried Changbin. "I'm only joking, I know Jeongin has a soft spot for each of you and to take what you guys say with a grain of salt. Like when Seungmin says he hates you, he doesn't really--"

Seungmin throws his hand in front of your mouth, not close enough to touch you, but enough to get you to stop talking. "Hey, hey, hey, no need to expose me like that, noona."

"Okay, okay, well leave the two maknaes alone." Chan laughs, as he takes his seat next to Jisung. "Which one of you wants to go first? Or did you want to start by doing Vocalracha's 'Runners,' drama version?"

"I'll go first. Someone spent the whole car ride worried about doing his sexy concept in front of noona." Seungmin sighs as he gets up and walks straight into the booth.

"Hey," Jeongin cries, looking up from his phone.

"I'd like to remind everyone that I've already seen all of your stages. Multiple times. I've already seen the belly buttons and abs and heard all of the lyrics enough times in the past two months for you to not be worried." You reassure him.

"Couldn't be me," Chan clears his throat as he turns back around. You can see how quickly his neck and ears are getting red just before he pulls his hood over his head.

"You are the biggest offender, don't lie." Jisung laughs while hitting Chan on the shoulder.

"Seungmin, are you ready?" Chan changes the subject as Seungmin pulls his headphones on. Seungmin responds by making a silly face and doing a thumbs-up.

***

The rest of the day pretty much goes how it did earlier. Seungmin got done with his recording almost as quickly, if not faster than Jisung did earlier. Jeongin took a bit longer because he nitpicked each of his takes to make sure they were perfect. By the time they were done with their solos and recording "Runners," drama version it was time for lunch and the remaining three members of the group came with food for everyone. After lunch, Danceracha got started with their version of "Runners" before doing their solo recordings.

You tried to focus as well as you could but with the room full, there was always something happening on the side that always caught your attention. The other members only got scolded by Chan, Changbin, and Jisung, who were in full producer mode, a handful of times for their volume or overall playful antics. And while the day didn't feel like it lasted that long, when you checked your phone, it was basically dinner time.

"Alright, Lee Know-ssi, you're all done." Chan yawns into the microphone. You are almost certain he didn't get much sleep last night after the two of you spent the entire day exploring Sydney for his solo zine.

"Thank god!" The second oldest yells as he quickly pulls off his headphones and joins all eight of you in the main room.

With nowhere left to sit, Minho sits on Changbin's feet. Nobody else is phased by it, and after spending time with the group, it doesn't puzzle you as much as it once did.

"Hyung, get off," Changbin whines.

Minho tilts his head back and looks at Changbin innocently. "Why?"

"Never mind," Changbin mumbles as he gently pushes Minho's head back forward.

You do your best to hide the smirk threatening you appear on your face as you pack up your equipment. You didn't use much today, just your camera and your notebook. But still, you make sure to disconnect the lens from the camera and over both of them with the appropriate caps and then slide them into your bag. You close your notebook with a satisfying tap and put the pen into the wire spiral before putting it into your bag. Satisfied that you packed everything, you stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder.

"If none of you have any plans, we can all head out to dinner for our last night in Australia?" You ask softly.

You want to treat the boys after a long day of work that you know they wouldn't have had if it wasn't for you. It's the least you can do. That is if you can find a way to pay without them knowing or trying to beat you to it.

"A little bit later? There's something the kids and I have to talk about first. If you don't mind waiting, it'll take about an hour. You can go ahead and wait at the hotel if you want." Chan says while stretching his arms in front of him.

You nod with a smile. "That's fine. We can also go another day too. No rush. Have during your meeting. Or text me if you still want to go."

Trying not to trip, you slightly knock into Felix's leg as you leave. You give them one final wave goodbye just as you leave.

You walk to the entrance of the studio, passing by a few random people entering the building. Deciding to stay cool, you wait in the lobby and dig around your bag, looking for your phone so you can call a car service to bring you back to the hotel.

Panic slowly sets in when you don't feel your phone in your bag. You check your pockets quickly before emptying your bag on the couch in the lobby. Pens, gum, your headphones, camera, notebook, wallet, and a bit of trash fall out. But not your phone. You think for a moment, you could have sworn that you put your phone in your bag. You checked the time, set it on the arm of the couch, and then...

It's still in the studio. You shove everything back in your bag. No longer panicking, you move slowly. You could wait around for the group to be done with their meeting and grab your phone so you don't disrupt them. But waiting for an hour, with nothing more to do feels a bit daunting. You could try to head back to the hotel and see if you could ask one of the staff members to message one of the members to grab your phone but the key to your room is in the back of your phone case. And with the security precautions in place for the group, you're almost certain you're not going to be able to get a spare key from the front desk.

"Here," Someone mutters furiously under their breath.

You turn around quickly, only to be met face to face with Changbin, his other hand clenched tightly in a fist. Even with his jaw clenched, you can see spasms of irritation across his face.

"T-thank you," You stutter as you take your phone from him.

Without saying a word, he turns back around and starts walking back to the studio. Halfway he stops, turns back around, and walks back towards you quickly.

"If you're going to bug us, you should learn to hide your phone better." He growls in a low voice.

"Excuse me?" You scoff in disbelief at the accusation.

You thought that you had Changbin figured out. That he's lovely in general but he's protective of the group. But now, as he stares at you with his nostrils flared and pure anger in his eyes, you fear that everything about him is an act.

Before you can explain yourself or even try to diffuse the tension between the two of you, Changbin disappears back into the hallway again.

You tightly grip your phone as you hold back your screams of frustration. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, ignoring the needle pricks of anger stabbing the back of your eyes. Once you've calmed down enough, you pull up the car service app on your phone and order a ride back to the hotel.

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2024 Han x Leia Holiday Exchange: The Reveal (part 2)

We did it!! 🎉 Today is the day we finally reveal our mystery gift-givers and two new fics! We hope everyone's had a great time participating, especially the folks who joined us for the very first time.

Thanks for helping us complete another successful holiday exchange: writers, betas, cheerleaders and readers, and our two amazing pinch hitters who made sure everyone got their gift. Cheers! 🥂

Without further ado, check out the 2024 Han x Leia Holiday Exchange Collection HERE 💖

Below, you'll also find a masterlist with all the fics, authors, and recipients for this year’s exchange 😊 Please go discover or rediscover the amazing stories we got this year, and remember to leave kudos and a comment if you liked them! 🙏

Writers, you're welcome to promote your fics and repost them anywhere you want to now.

If you haven't done so yet, please remember to read your gift and leave a comment thanking your writer!

Masterlist

A Bit Bitter, Mostly Smooth written by @walkawaytall for @sififantsyfangirl

A Sword in Silk written by @corellianangel for @graciecatfamilyband (thewritingpuss)

bring me java, bring me joy written by @yoyomarules (spinninginfinity) for @regardstosoulandromance (JediAnnieScrambler)

cinematic overture to a lifetime together written by @otterandterrier for @starry-mantle (zhiantara)

Come and Find Me Lying in the Bed I Made written by @graciecatfamilyband (thewritingpuss) for @hanorganaas

contemplating written by @ahsokatanoss for @otterandterrier

in a place that can make you change (fall in love again and again) written by @lajulie24 for @walkawaytall

Leia and Stitch written by @qualitymoonsuit (PridelandsQueen1990) for @lajulie24

Life Day’s Eve written by @phoenix-downer for @dayenurose

Moonlight Connections written by @maggzblair (MBlair) for @anonymous-scoundrel (princessofthescoundrels)

Running, Following and Staying written by @sififantsyfangirl for @qualitymoonsuit (PridelandsQueen1990)

Slow Dancing written by @starry-mantle (zhiantara) for @ahsokatanoss

Some Enchanted Life Day written by @bookishbrigitta for @phoenix-downer

Storytelling is a Solo Effort written by @dayenurose for @scratcho-mcdatcho (MrMitch)

The Twelve Days of Life Day written by @anonymous-scoundrel (princessofthescoundrels) for @diplomaticprincess

This New Year is for Us written by @theforceiswithus2 (NotoriousHRC) for @maggzblair (MBlair)

Time and Time Again written by @regardstosoulandromance (JediAnnieScrambler) for @corellianangel

Two Views written by @hanxleia (AdiGallia9) for @theforceiswithus2 (NotoriousHRC)

You are the future written by @scratcho-mcdatcho (MrMitch) for @bookishbrigitta

You're Alright written by @diplomaticprincess for @aheavenscorner

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Starburst

Chapters 3: "First Steps"

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in Spanish and to Ao3 in both Spanish and English

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

Her new house was located on the outskirts of the city center, in a less populated area where traces of countryside could already be seen. It was pretty, although it was an hour and a half drive from the company.

She drove slowly, paying attention to the shops and businesses in the area, trying to orient herself for when she needed to buy groceries or get something later on.

On the way, she played her travel playlist with all her favorite songs, but it didn’t help calm her nerves. Every time the GPS announced she was nearing her destination, she felt them spike.

Finally, after a while, she arrived. From outside, she could see a beautiful two-story house with a modern look that slightly clashed with the local aesthetic. Although she had seen many nice houses on the way, this one stood out.

She parked her car behind the company van and immediately noticed a medium-sized moving truck already stationed there. She could also see the eight boys and some other people helping unload lots of boxes, bags, and other items.

Now she didn’t feel so bad for having brought all her belongings.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Hyunjin and Han were the first to notice her. They nudged each other and seemed to say something before approaching with smiles on their faces.

“Hey, nice car,” Han greeted, eyeing the vehicle.

“Is that an MG?” Hyunjin asked, impressed, walking around it. Lia found this amusing; most people she knew reacted the same way when they saw her car.

“Hi to you too. Yes, it’s an MG4,” she replied.

Hyunjin gave her a slightly sheepish look, realizing he hadn’t greeted her, and went straight to the car.

“Sorry, I got excited. I’ve never seen an MG up close before.”

Lia laughed and waved it off.

“Don’t worry, it happens. Honestly, I don’t know much about cars. This was a gift from my dad, and I’m still getting used to how it works.”

Hyunjin stared at her for a moment, as if debating whether to say something. Lia noticed and, with a smile, handed him the keys. He looked at her in surprise but didn’t seem inclined to say no.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“Go ahead, take it for a spin if you want. You have a license, right?”

“Of course! Thank you. I’ll bring it back in a bit. Let’s go, Jisung-ah!”

Han looked at Hyunjin, then at Lia, astonished, and pointed to himself. Lia laughed and nodded, giving him permission too.

Lia walked over to the driver’s side and, after explaining some basic things to Hyunjin—like how the car started automatically when you sat down, which thrilled him—and warning them that there were things in the trunk, the two boys took off.

She watched them drive away with a big smile until she felt a presence beside her.

“Why did Hyunjinnie and Jisung-ah just leave in your car?”

Lia turned to see Changbin carrying two boxes as if they weighed nothing.

“Oh, they seemed excited, so I gave them the keys to take a spin.”

“You know they just wanted to escape the work, right?”

“I figured, but I don’t mind. As long as they bring it back in one piece and charge it after, anyone can use it if they want.”

“Where are Jisung-ah and Hyunnie?” Chan asked, approaching and looking around, confused.

“Narim-ah let them take her car,” Changbin replied.

Lia looked at him, surprised. No one called her by her Korean name, except during official matters. He noticed her reaction.

“Oh, sorry. Does it bother you if I call you that? Your Korean name is really pretty.”

“No problem,” she said, shaking her hands, a bit embarrassed. “It just caught me off guard.”

“In that case, feel free to call me Binnie oppa, if you’d like.”

Lia’s cheeks were even redder by that point. She knew living with these guys wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected nicknames to start so soon… let alone that two of them would be out joyriding in her car.

“Alright, Binnie oppa.”

Chan, who had watched the nickname exchange silently with a smile, chimed in.

“Well, I came to ask if you want us to bring your stuff inside, Lia-ya. We’re about to draw lots to assign the rooms.”

Lia nodded, and the three of them approached where Felix held a bowl with numbered slips of paper.

Felix and Seungmin explained—since they had already explored the house upon arrival—that the residence had three bedrooms on the ground floor, four on the second floor, and two spaces in the basement that could be converted into rooms. Each room had a private bathroom, except those in the basement.

After drawing lots, the room assignments were as follows:

On the ground floor: Minho, Changbin, and Han. On the second floor: IN, Lia, Felix, and Hyunjin. In the basement: Chan and Seungmin. Chan was grateful, as there was a small office he could use, and Seungmin was glad for the quiet.

They began bringing in their belongings. The movers helped unload the boxes and left them in the assigned rooms. Only the stuff in the car remained, which arrived shortly after with Hyunjin and Han laughing, blasting music, and holding ice cream and snacks.

They helped her unload her suitcases amid jokes.

When she entered the house for the first time, she was amazed. Everything was decorated in white and brown tones—elegant but not overdone. The lighting was excellent, thanks to many windows.

The entryway was small, perfect for shoes and coats. Then came a large living room with a gray L-shaped sofa, two small armchairs to the side, a round coffee table, and a big TV mounted on the wall.

Ahead was the kitchen-dining area, separated from the living room by a wide archway. The kitchen, to the left, had an island with three chairs; the dining area, to the right, had a table for six.

Between the living room and kitchen was the staircase to the second floor, and to its left, a hallway with three rooms and a guest bathroom. The basement stairs were next to the main staircase.

Downstairs was a long hallway. On the right: the dance studio and laundry room. On the left: two bedrooms and at the end, Chan’s office.

As expected, there was already a cameraman inside filming everything, and each of them was handed a small camera to film from their perspective. Even on moving day, they had to create content.

Lia climbed the spiral stairs, dragging her suitcase, while Felix carried her backpack and a box of fragile items. Hyunjin followed right behind, offering to help several times, but she insisted she was fine. She didn’t want to seem like a helpless princess on day one.

“You sure you don’t want help?” he asked, smiling and pointing the camera at her.

“Sure,” she replied, though she was already sweating. Carrying winter suitcases up stairs wasn’t as easy as she imagined.

On the second floor, IN was already inspecting his room. He had chosen the one facing the backyard, with a big window and white curtains. Lia checked out hers: it wasn’t very big, but it was bright and had enough space for a built-in closet, which she appreciated. It was across from IN’s; to her left was Felix, and opposite him, Hyunjin.

“Hey, this room’s pretty nice,” Felix commented, setting down the backpack and box. “Want help unpacking?”

“No need, thanks. You should start on your stuff too,” she replied, turning on her camera and placing it on the nightstand to capture the whole room.

Hyunjin peeked in a few minutes later.

“Can I come in? I want to see if I got the best or worst room.”

“Come in,” Lia said, laughing.

He entered and pointed to a coat rack by the window.

“You could hang your hats there. I saw in your profile that you love them.”

“You checked my profile?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not the only one,” he replied cheekily with a shrug.

Felix laughed.

“Don’t start, Hyunjin.”

The atmosphere was light, comfortable, with that excitement that comes with new beginnings.

It was the first day of many, and though they didn’t know it yet, that second floor would witness confidences, late-night talks… and more.

The boys left after chatting and comparing rooms, Felix complaining that his bathroom was smaller than IN’s, and IN laughing, saying he had the best room on the floor, sparking a debate with Hyunjin, who claimed his was better because it faced the street.

Lia decided not to get involved in the argument, even though her windows looked straight out at the sunset.

She played her playlist and started organizing just the essentials—she’d deal with the rest little by little.

After arranging her most urgent things, everyone gathered in the living room for a small, impromptu meeting. Chan, notebook in hand, began jotting down ideas to organize their co-living situation.

“We could take turns cooking and cleaning,” he said, flipping pages. “Nothing strict, just to avoid total chaos.”

“Agreed,” Minho replied, arms crossed. “But let it be clear—I’m not washing anyone else’s dishes if it’s not my turn.”

“Then don’t cook meals with a ton of pots,” Han joked, lying face down on the rug.

Lia listened intently from the couch, a warm cup of tea in hand that IN had made for her. Seungmin, who had just come up from the basement, looked at her curiously.

“Are you a little scared of all this?” he asked quietly, sitting beside her.

She hesitated for a second before answering.

“A little, yeah. I’ve never lived with so many people… let alone guys who aren’t my brothers. But I guess it’s part of the challenge.”

“You’re handling it well. Not everyone shows up to move-in day wearing heels,” he said with a small smile.

Lia chuckled softly, relaxing a bit.

Suddenly, Hyunjin appeared with his camera in hand.

“I propose a welcome challenge! Something simple to break the ice.”

“What kind of challenge?” Changbin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Everyone has to share an embarrassing or fun fact about themselves. And no lying.”

Everyone laughed, protested a little, but agreed. One by one, they began to share small stories: Felix confessed he once fell on stage, Chan admitted he slept with a nightlight, Han still had a stuffed animal he couldn’t part with, and so on…

When it was Lia’s turn, everyone turned to her expectantly.

“Let’s see…” she said thoughtfully, taking a sip of tea to buy time. “Well, when I was younger, I accidentally dyed my hair green… right before a major performance.”

“Accidentally?” IN asked, laughing.

“I bought the wrong dye, thinking it was ash. I ended up looking like a giant mint on stage.”

“Oh, I remember that performance,” Felix said like the fan he was. “So it wasn’t intentional? It looked good, the outfit helped complement it.”

Lia looked at him, half surprised, forgetting that the blonde was her fan and had probably seen most of her performances.

“Honestly, the stylists nearly fainted when they saw my hair. They had to change the outfit last-minute so I wouldn’t look like a clown.”

Laughter filled the room, and for the first time since arriving, Lia felt she was really stepping into something special.

The afternoon began to fade, dyeing the sky a warm orange. While most were resting or still unpacking, Changbin stepped into the backyard with a water bottle in hand. His feet led him straight to the small recording room behind the pool. He had heard it was well-equipped but didn’t expect this much.

He pushed open the glass door and found a perfect mix of cozy and professional: acoustic panels, a laptop with an audio interface, a pair of monitors, and a peaceful vibe that instantly inspired him.

“Knew I’d find you here,” said a voice behind him.

It was Minho, holding a notebook and headphones around his neck. He looked tired, but with that focused expression that only showed up when something creative was on his mind.

“Also escaping the chaos?” Changbin asked, making room for him on the small couch by the desk.

“More like taking advantage of the silence. A melody came to me earlier, but inside, Hannie won’t stop yelling at the microwave.”

They both laughed.

Minho sat beside him and handed over the open notebook. It held tightly written lines, chords, and scattered phrases.

“Want to work on it together?” he asked.

Changbin didn’t need to answer. He had already opened the project on the laptop and started looking for a simple base—something with piano and a soft rhythm. As they tried out sounds, words began to flow between them, mixing the melodic with something raw, almost confessional.

“Do you think Lia would want to sing this?” Minho asked, almost without thinking.

“Lia?” Changbin glanced at him. “Maybe… she has that sweet tone that would fit. Why, were you thinking of her?”

Minho took a second too long to respond.

“I don’t know. Her voice came to mind while I was writing.”

“Aha,” Changbin said, smiling as he lowered the track volume. “I see where this is going.”

“Don’t start,” Minho replied, nudging him lightly.

The song progressed for over an hour. Outside, the sun had already set, and the pool lights softly illuminated the water. Through the window, they could see their reflection, working together—surrounded by cables, ideas, and that silent chemistry only years of friendship can build.

The sun was already low when Lia stepped into the backyard. She wore a light jacket over her dress, arms crossed from the evening chill. From the sliding door, she noticed the pool glowing with soft lights, and beyond that, a small wooden and glass structure: the famous recording room.

The cameramen and staff had left a while ago, leaving them with only mini-cams to document these first days of cohabitation.

She approached, drawn by the voices and a soft melody drifting out.

“Can I come in?” she asked from the doorway, peeking her head in.

Minho looked up from the laptop and gave her that half-mocking expression she was starting to recognize.

“If you bring ideas or snacks, you’re always welcome.”

“I bring curiosity, does that count?” she said, walking in slowly.

Changbin was on the floor, surrounded by cables and an open notebook. He patted an empty chair for her to sit.

“We’re working on something… it’s not official, but we wanted to see if your voice fits the chorus. We might include it in the new album.”

Lia blinked, surprised.

“My voice?”

"Yeah," Minho replied, not looking directly at her as he played the track. "It’s a soft song, kind of intimate. It has your color. Want to try?"

Lia set her jacket aside, put on the headphones Changbin offered her, and looked at the handwritten lines in the notebook. The rhythm was slow, with a melancholic piano at the start, and a barely growing beat.

She took a breath. And sang.

Her voice, still not fully warmed up, slid over the track with a natural ease that left them silent. Lia closed her eyes as she sang the chorus, as if she were diving completely into the intimate atmosphere they had created.

When she finished, she slowly opened her eyes. The two boys were looking at her, but said nothing.

"Was I that bad?" she joked nervously.

Changbin let out a short laugh and shook his head.

"The opposite. You gave me chills."

Minho didn’t say anything right away. He just played the recording they’d just made, and they listened together in silence. Something in the room changed with that recording. It wasn’t just another song. It felt like they had touched a part of Lia no one had heard before.

"We need to finish this," Minho said at last, his voice firm.

"Today?" Lia asked.

"Today. Tomorrow. Whenever you want. But this song is yours now too," he replied.

Changbin nodded. And Lia, without thinking too much, smiled. For the first time since arriving, she felt like she wasn’t just part of the project… but part of the group.

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒pornstar (holovid star😭) Han plzplzplzzz﹒⌅

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★ sextoys (fleshlight), brief hanleia and skysolo mentions, earth curse words bc "fuck" sounds better than "kriff," detailed description of him cumming⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.03.30

Most holovid stars have themes for their content, something that's their brand. They're usually predictable based on the look of the model ─ for example, Twi'leks and Togrutas are mostly all about making sexualizing themselves and their lekku and montrals their whole personality (which is mostly true for the Twi'lek women, considering nearly the entire galaxy does the same).

Han Solo, on the other hand, does not.

Everyone is in his videos ─ men, women, alien, human ─ it doesn't matter to him. Although he does have favorites, like the brunette with the pretty rosy cheeks and the twink with the blonde hair. He'll even, no pun intended, do solo content, and an old solo live video just so happens to be his most popular.

Han sits in front of the camera, one hand behind his head, tangling in his own hair as he fucks himself with a fleshlight. The squelching echoes through the room he's in, and he's already on his third orgasm.

"Oh, my gods," he gasps, back arching. His hairy chest and stomach and thighs glisten with sweat, and a mixture of lube and cum spills down his balls, onto the seat beneath him that creaks as he bucks his hips up to meet the toy. "Shit, just like that, baby, mmh,"

The camera is panned just above his boots, and he still has his holster on, the leather feeling uncomfortable around his sticky body. Comments flood the live, little sound effects of gifts and credits coming in falling on deaf ears as he continues to fuck himself. The audience can tell he's approaching another orgasm by the way his moans become more wanton and high pitched.

"Fuck," he grunts, untangling his other hand from his hair to grab the fleshlight, giving him more control. He leans forward, stands up, braces himself with a hand on the wall and starts to thrust, his hair falling into his face, fluffy strands bouncing with the movement.

Han's abs flex, his eyes roll back, his hands tremble, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan from down in his chest as a shudder racks his entire body. The fourth and final orgasm of the night, and it's nearly suffocating ─ the hardest by far. His chest heaves, lungs desperately drawing in air after that breathtaking session. He's unintentionally giving the camera a good close up, his huge body taking up the entire frame. "Goddamn," he pants, slowly pulling out of the toy, his dick slipping free with a nasty 'plop.'

The comments beg and plead to see him. Han staggers back and sits back down, his head falling back. He runs his hands through his hair and swallows, nostrils flaring. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard," he laughs breathlessly before sitting up straight and looking at the screen. Upon seeing the chat praising him, he flashes the camera a lopsided grin. "Thank you, thank you."

After finally catching his breath, Han stands up, grabbing a towel he previously set to the side and lazily cleaning himself off. When he turns around to wipe down his chair, the live floods with more people praising him and his body, the curve of his ass, the definition in his thighs . . . it's enough to make them ─ the horny, touch starved viewers ─ salivate, and he would have it no other way.

"I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Han asks the camera. The worst part of his streams has arrived ─ the inevitable farewell. He gives a little wave and grins before ending it. He'll be back the next day, no doubt. How else will he pay off his debts?

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[otterandterrierwrites]

it's my birthday, so I get to share 10 of my favourite fics I've written (so far)!

Until we get there the first "long" hanleia fic I wrote, grappling with the aftermath of the war and what it meant for them as a couple! it has action, it has fade-to-black, it has a sort-of-proposal, it has a title that I'm not super sure it makes much sense!

Homecoming um the second "long" hanleia fic I wrote? about leia's coming to terms with an Alderaanian settlement in the Graveyard, told from different povs, with #1 supporting husband han solo!

Whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are it's a post-proposal story within a story fic that is fluffy but in the way I like, and has like, so many little cute details?

keep with me forward (all through the night) this fic… is smutty. but also, so much more, I hope, lol. filled with details and descriptions and intrigue and dancing!

Just to make happy someone like you I never thought I'd write a "secret santa" hanleia fic but somehow I made it work? the ending is something I think about sometimes

Under starless skies we are lost a post-jabba's palace fic that was many years in the making, and I'm so glad I waited because I think it's perfect tbh

the static of your arms, it is the catalyst aaand this is a smutty pre-Endor fic that is also emotional and deals with their trauma and stuff!

Night at the Grand Regent Hotel a sex pollen fic? from me? it's more likely than you think! what I like about this one tbh is that I took a trope I don't like and made it my bitch (sorry, that's sexist), and also in character I hope? and also hot, I hope!

honey don't feed me (I will come back) this is probably The smuttiest to date, maybe, which is insane… vampire!Leia AU! hot and emotional in all the ways a hurt/comfort/sick fic can be!

Courting Princess Leia my fix-it to the stupid COPL book… to be fair anyone's COPL fix-it is superior to that book, but I'm partial to my own

(comments and kudos make a perfect birthday gift, btw <3)

thanks to everyone who's followed my silly little stories so far!