#【 han solo ❖ thread 】

[disasteracesstuff]

This just might be my new favorite Star Wars headcanon 🤣

[voluntadfuerte]

@operattic

Han didn't quite know how to answer the question. He was definitely not Misha's father biologically. Only Ben's. But that didn't mean he didn't wish to be closer to Misha, to take care of them, to raise them with Luke. Especially since they reminded him so much of Luke.

"Not in the way that Luke is yours or that I am Ben's. But that doesn't mean I won't take care of you like you were my own."

[stillsolo]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back.

CURRENT MUSES

han s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

anakin s. / vader — star wars ( canon/eu )

luke s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

obi-wan k. — star wars ( canon/eu | discord only )

WANT TO WRITE

it takes… a lot for me to pick up a primary muse lol

PAST CANON MUSES ( primary )

john shepard — mass effect ( ot canon )

kaidan alenko — mass effect ( ot canon )

kurosaki ichigo — bleach ( canon )

grimmjow jaegerjaquez — bleach ( canon )

PAST CANON MUSES ( secondary / casual )

dr. henry walton / "indy" — indiana jones ( ot canon )

elka solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

astri solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

chewbacca — star wars ( canon/eu )

leia organa — star wars ( canon/eu )

lando calrissian — star wars ( canon/eu )

padmé amidala — star wars ( canon/eu )

assaj ventress — star wars ( canon/eu )

wedge antilles — star wars ( canon/eu )

biggs darklighter — star wars ( canon/eu )

ARC/CT-8080 / liner — star wars ( oc | canon/eu )

urahara kisuke — bleach ( ss canon )

kuchiki rukia — bleach ( ss canon )

david anderson — mass effect ( ot canon )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

primary muses never leave me! e.g: han harassing me for like 10 fuckin' yrs

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[wemlygust]

probably got shanghaied into an unlikely gang of heroes to go save the world from the imminent threat that is strawberry farmers hellbent on destroying every other crop, no matter the cost.

My level 2 goblin mutual hasn't posted in a while I'm starting to worry about him. What if some adventurer got to him

[queenofhalloween94]

Master List: OotP Ch. List

Summary: Finally on the plane! **bit of smutty goodness and a bite

A/N: This is one of my favorites! 🥰

Warnings: 🔞eventual smut, slow burn, p in v sex, heats/ruts, mating bites, possessive tendencies, read at your own risk ⚠️

Ch 11 Come Fly with me Let's Fly Let's Fly Away!!

You boarded the plane before sunrise. It was quiet, the kind of stillness that comes after weeks of storms. Your body was calm. Your scent rested soft against your skin, pulsing quietly with the promise of everything ahead.

In your carry-on:

Felix’s hoodie

Minho’s marked scarf

A snack bag from Han labeled “omega snacks 🐿️❤️”

You hadn’t stopped smiling since security. This was it you were flying to your pack.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Somewhere over the Pacific, the world changed. But you didn’t know yet. You were asleep—curled against the window, breathing in their scents, dreaming of teeth on skin and voices whispering ours, ours, ours.

Your phone remained tucked in airplane mode, the WiFi SIM card they’d sent you waiting patiently in your bag. Below you, thousands of feet and miles away, the internet caught fire.

It started with a photo. A blurry image from the Dallas concert—Chan turning in the cart, nostrils flaring, Hyunjin frozen mid-wave, Han’s eyes wide.

Then another—your face partially visible in the VIP row.

Next came the receipts.

Hotel sighting in Dallas

A fuzzy photo of you standing by the elevator with Chan

Minho’s solo flight and return photos

Clinic entrance security footage

Customs record hinting a U.S. omega was inbound with visa approval

A Reddit thread appeared titled: “Stray Kids Pack Bonded? Who is the [y/h/c] Omega?”

By the time you crossed the international date line, your face had been circled in six different photos and tagged as potential pack omega in over 400,000 posts.

The pack finds out shortly before they were due to meet your plane. They were at the dorm—preparing your nest, cleaning obsessively, trying to keep calm when the first text came through. Jeongin checking his phone and being chronically online saw it first “uh… guys…” He looks up and shows his phone.

The thread. The photos. The timestamped speculation.

Minho’s jaw locked.

Felix dropped the blanket he was scenting.

Han stopped mid-song as he was humming.

“She doesn’t know,” Seungmin whispered.

“She’s still in the air,” Hyunjin said. “She hasn’t seen any of it.”

“She’s walking into it blind,” Chan growled.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The plane touched down with a soft jolt. Your heart pounded as you slid the SIM card into your phone, fingers trembling. No customs line. The boys had arranged VIP arrival and check in.

Your phone pinged, buzzed, then lit up with 92 missed notifications.

Text after text. Headlines. Mentions of Your name. Your face. Your story.

Online.

Everywhere.

You froze in the middle of the terminal.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Your Phone Screen

🐺 Chan: baby. it leaked. we’re here. come to us. don’t look yet. Let us hold you first.

💪Changbin: we’ll handle it. just breathe. ☀️ Felix: Please don’t panic. 🐿️ Han: you’re ours. This doesn’t change that. 🐈 Minho: Don’t read anything. We’re waiting for you.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You stepped through the frosted doors. Eight figures waited—hoods up, masks on, eyes wide and wild. The moment they saw you, everything else disappeared.

Minho reached you first. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

Felix grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

Hyunjin clutched your sleeve like a lifeline.

Changbin pressed his forehead to yours.

Jeongin whispered, “You smell like home.”

Han cried again.

Seungmin cupped your face and said, “Still want us?”

You nodded.

Then Chan stepped forward, lowered his mask, and kissed the crown of your head. “We’ve got you now.”

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The boys didn’t let go of you for a long time. Even after you stepped into the van. Even after your suitcase was forgotten in the trunk. Even after the driver took a long detour to avoid the press tipped off by the leak. They held you in shifts—knees pressed against yours, fingers tangled in your sleeves, hands gently brushing the side of your throat where eight bites were waiting to bloom. No one talked about the articles. No one talked about the footage or the threads or the photos. Not yet.

Felix, rested his head on your shoulder. Hyunjin traced circles on your wrist with his pinky. Chan sat directly across from you, his eyes fixed, unreadable—but warm. Steady.

Only when the doors shut behind you at the apartment did he speak.

“Nothing ruins this,” he said. “Not the leak. Not the world. Tonight is yours. Ours.”

Seven nods followed. You hadn’t realized you were crying until Han wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your own hoodie.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Soft lighting. Clean sheets. Nesting blankets in every color and texture imaginable. The whole room pulsed with pack scent. Their bond threads, already taut from distance and heat, wrapped around your chest the second you crossed the threshold.

A fresh diffuser released hints of bergamot and chai. Your scent—spiced apple cider—floated over everything like the final note in a song only the nine of you could hear. You stood in the center and turned once, slowly.

“You did all this?” you asked.

Jeongin nodded shyly. “Every piece.”

“I matched the blankets to your undertone,” Seungmin added, clearing his throat.

Hyunjin blinked fast, then muttered, “It smells perfect in here.”

You laughed softly and opened your arms. They didn’t hesitate. The first full pack embrace felt like exhaling for the first time in months.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You sat in the center of the nest, eight of them fanned around you like a tide drawing in.

You weren’t nervous, you were calm. Every eye on you was reverent. Every touch, measured. They weren’t rushing—not one of them. They were waiting, watching, letting your body lead the way.

Felix was the first to nudge your ankle. “Can I touch you, angel?”

You nodded.

He leaned in, and the others watched him as he pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“Not because we’re claiming you,” he whispered. “Because I want to show you what you mean to me.” Then his hands traced your ribs beneath your shirt.

You shivered. It was like falling under water, slow and full-bodied.

Clothing peeled away gently, layer by layer. Hyunjin undid the drawstring of your pants while kissing your shoulder. Minho laid warm hands over your thighs, spreading them slightly—not forcefully, but like he was giving you more space to bloom.

Changbin’s voice was rough in your ear. “You smell so good, I feel drunk.”

Han hummed. “I’ve been drunk.”

You laughed—but it broke on a moan when Chan’s hand settled low on your belly, warm and grounding.

“Still okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Still sure?”

You looked around the nest each one of them looked back with a kind of devotion you’d never known. “Completely.”

Seungmin knelt between your legs, guiding your hips gently as Felix kissed your chest.

Jeongin fed you whispered praise like sugar as he left soft kisses on your neck. “You’re doing so good,” Jeongin breathed. “So perfect.”

“Let us take care of you,” Seungmin said, kissing the inside of your thigh.

Han slid beside you and kissed you with so much softness and  sweetness it made your toes curl.

Minho, quiet but intent, teased your entrance with two fingers as he locked eyes with Chan across your body.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

His fingers slid in slowly, opening you up gradually working in and out of you. Once deemed ready Chan switched places with him. He kept his gaze on yours as he thrust in slowly, the stretch made you cry out—but in the best way.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Minho said, kneeling behind you and pressing his chest to your back. “We’ve got you.”

They didn’t rush. Not once. Some were ready for certain things that others were not. 

Felix used his mouth until your thighs shook. Han alternated teasing strokes with whispered filth. Minho edged you three times on his fingers alone.

By the time Seungmin curled his hand between your legs again, you were panting, crying, gasping out names like prayers. And still, they gave you more. More kisses. More touches. More of their scent soaking into your skin like ink.

Chan held you afterward—spent, wrecked, trembling from release after release��and asked again, “Are you ready?”

You nodded.

He leaned down and bit right at the base of your neck, over your scent gland leaving his bond mark. It was sharp, hot, and sacred.

Your body arched. The bond snapped into place like a door clicking open—and his scent poured in like a flood. You moaned and sobbed and held him close as he licked over the mark, murmuring, “Mine. Ours. You’re home now.”

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

**Thank you for reading!!**

[livlovesskz]

Holding his hand 💙

Pairings: You x Han Jisung

Warnings: none, FLUFFFFFF

Summary: You're holding Han's hand while he gets a back tattoo <3

Author's note: Y'all this is screaming Han's HOP solo ( HOLD MY HAND <3333 ). Ik this was on my voting and the Hyunjin one got more but I wanted to do this for the lower percent anyways ❤️

" That giant ass- I don't even know what it is.. On your back? " You'd ask, confused why he'd even want that. You were more of an innocent girl. You still didn't know nothing about drugs, sex, alcohol, that sorta stuff. But you swore a lot ( God knows why tbh 🤷 ). You still wore bear hoods, you loved your fluffy threaded crochet animals and you were so proud of doing them all by yourself.. But Han loved that.. Good girl with a guy who does cvnty moves on stage and smokes a lot? Perfect.

" It's a phoenix comin' outta fire, babydoll. " He'd reply. " Looks sick. " He'd add. But.. You already have a tattoo.. " you'd reply, referring to the one on his forearm with your name on it. " Yeah, but I wanna do this.. " He said, trying to convince you. You sighed. " I mean, I can't really stop you.. " You'd say, defeated.. " Right. Get in the car. " He'd say, grabbing his keys, phone, wallet- whatever he needed and shoving them into his pocket. " Wait.. Why do I have to come? " You'd tilt your head in slight confusion. " Uhh.. " Han suddenly got a little flustered. " To like- I dunno.. hold my hand..? " He'd whisper uncertainly. " Valid. Reason- Let's gooo!! " You'd say, getting into the passenger seat while Han got the car started.

He drove over and parked his car before going in. He grabbed your hand as a few looked at your cute style.. Your were his and only his. No one else could look at you the way he did.

" Jisung-ah!! How's it going mate? " The man at the till said in a cheerful tone. " Aye, not too bad.. " he replied. " You're down for Hwang-Ho? " The man asked to be sure. " Yep. As usual? Is he ready? " Han asked. " Yeah, he'll be out in a few. " The man replied. Then a man came out with red dyed hair and many tattoos on his arms and a gold chain. " Ay, Han, how's it goin' bro? " He'd ask, patting him on the shoulder. " Aye, alright.. " Han would reply. " And this is? " Hwang-Ho would ask, gesturing to you. " My girl, Y/n. " Han would reply, a proud grin on his face. " Nice. Hwang-Ho. " The man would say, bringing out his hand for a shake. You'd shake his hand, then saying on purpose. " The only reason I came with him was because he wants me to hold his hand.. " you'd say, trying not to giggle. Hwang-Ho would burst out laughing. " Gettin' soft mate? " He'd ask Han teasingly as he looked into Han's eyes with a playful glint. " S-shut up.. " Han would reply, looking away to hide his flushed face. " Best get to it then? " Hwang-Ho would ask. Han sighed " Might as well. "

You two were lead into a room where there was the needle and the chair. " Any preference? " Hwang-Ho asked. Han showed him the phoenix that was coming out of a flood of flames. " Where? " Hwang-Ho would ask as he looked at the Pinterest board Han just showed him. " My back. Full print. " Han replied smugly. The chair was reclined so it was kinda like a bed. Han would take off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. You'd never get enough of those. He'd lay stomach down and you'd sit next to him and the sketch was done out on his body.

Then the second the needle hit his skin, he hissed slightly, putting his face in the chair. You held his hand comfortingly the whole time and you were patient with him.

After a while, when it was cleaned up, topped up and bandaged, when you two were driving home, he'd look over to you. " Hey, love..? Thanks for holding my hand for so long.. "

[voluntadfuerte]

@operattic

He could feel somewhat of something with Luke over the years. He definitely had grown to like him. But it wasn't like with Qi'ra or Lando. Not even like with Leia. Luke was touched by starlight and you were ever so lucky to have just a glimpse of it. Han had thought about being with Luke over the years. But he never kissed him. And he was relieved that in the end that Luke kissed him. Han pulled Luke in an embrace. This was not enough. "We're not even. We are far from even," he said as he captured Luke's lips.

[stillsolo]

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[artbyblastweave]

I think about Star Wars a lot more than I post about Star Wars, and I've had some free time recently to type up some thoughts on Episode 7 that've been swirling around in my head for a couple of years. There were a few ideas and plot beats, and moments of apparent self-examination in Episode 7 which I thought were fairly compelling, even though they ultimately paid no dividends:

First was Finn’s character concept. “Star Wars as experienced from the perspective of a Stormtrooper undergoing a crisis of faith” is a rich hook; humanizing and giving a face to what's basically the platonic implementation of the faceless mook. Unfortunately, the potency of the arc was undercut by the pre-existing textual ambiguity as to what stormtroopers actually are. Star Wars extended canon has settled on the idea that each trilogy features an entirely novel cohort of white-clad mooks, each with a fundamentally different underlying dynamic. The clones and the First-Order forces are different flavors of slave army; in contrast, the stormtroopers are more frequently portrayed in the expanded universe as military careerists, stormtrooper being a thing you work up to rather than a gig for a fresh conscript. A slave-soldier who defects is a very different character from a military careerist who defects, and they invite different analysis. There's a bait-and-switch going on here, in that Finn gestures in the direction of the familiar OT stormtroopers but can't comment on or examine them because he's actually part of a novel dynamic invented for the new movies. And there's one final nail in the coffin here, signaled by the number of times I've had to invoke the expanded universe so far. When Finn debuted, the racists were of course, legion, but I also ran into a number of people who were sincerely confused as to why they'd recast Temuera Morrison. Going off the seven films that existed at the time, it wasn't unreasonable to read the prequel trilogy as an origin story for where the OT stormtroopers came from. Going only off the nine films that exist now, it still isn't unreasonable! It's muddied from so many different directions by their failure to establish the ground rules in the mainline films before they tried to put on subversive airs about it. I am still irritated by this.

Next up is how Han Solo was written. I actually liked the tack they took with him quite a bit. Because initially, right, his role in the movie is just to be Han Solo. He's back, and he hasn't changed! He's still kicking ass and taking names, he's still the lovable scoundrel you knew and loved from your childhood- and the principle cast members react to his presence with the same reverence the film's trying to invoke in the audience, they've grown up hearing the same stories about him. Except that episode 7, at least, is also very aware of the fact that if Han Solo is still recognizably the same guy thirty years on, it indicates that things have gone totally off the rails for him. We find out that the lovable rogue routine is the result of him backsliding, his happy ending blown up by massive personal tragedy rooted in communicative failures and (implicitly) his parental shortcomings. It feels deliberately in conversation with the nostalgic impulse driving the entire film- here's your childhood hero back just as you remember, here's what that stagnation costs. And it also feels like it's in conversation with what was a fairly common strain of Han Solo Take- the idea that Ep. 6 cuts off at a very convenient point, and that Han and Leia's fly-by-night wartime relationship wouldn't survive the rigors of domesticity. Obviously, that's not the only direction you can take with the character; the old EU basically threaded the needle of keeping Han recognizable without rolling back his character development gains. But it felt like they were actually committing to a direction, a direction that was aware of the space, and not a reflexively deferential and flattering one, which at the time I appreciated! The problem, of course, is that for it to really land, you need to have a really, really strong idea of what actually went down-of what Han's specific shortcomings and failures were. And given the game of ping-pong they proceeded to play with Kylo Ren's characterization, this turned out to be. Less than doable.

Kylo Ren is the third thing about Episode 7 that I liked. His character concept is basically an extended admission by the filmmakers that there's no way to top Vader as an antagonist. Instead, they lean into the opposite direction- they make him underwhelming on purpose. Someone who's chasing Vader's legacy in the same way any post-OT Star Wars villain is going to, pursuing Vader's aesthetic and the associated power without really understanding or undergoing the convoluted web of suffering and dysfunction that produced Vader. It's framed as a genuine twist that there's nothing particularly wrong with his face under that helmet. Whatever it takes to be Vader, he doesn't have it, and he knows that he doesn't have it, and the pursuit of it drives him to greater and greater acts of cartoonish villainy. The failure to one-up Vader is offloaded to the character instead of the writers, and it was genuinely interesting to watch. For one movie. The problem, of course, is that if the entire character archetype is "Vader, but less compelling," you can't try to give the bastard Vader's exact character arc. You can't retroactively bolt on a Vader-tier tragic backstory when you spent a whole movie signaling that whatever happened to him wasn't as compelling as what happened to Vader. You can't milk his angst for two more movies when it's the kind of angst on display in "Rocking the Suburbs" by Ben Folds!

There's a level on which I feel like Moff Gideon was a semi-successful implementation of Vader-Wannabe concept; he's the same kind of middling operator courting the Vader Aesthetic for clout, but he's doing it in the context of the imperial warlord era, where there's a lot of practical power available to anyone who can paint themselves to the Imperial Remnants as a plausible successor to Vader. Hand in Hand with this obvious politicking, Gideon is loathsome, which relieves the writers of the burden of having to plausibly redeem the guy; he's doing exactly what he needs to do and there'll never be a mandate to expand him beyond what his characterization can support. Unfortunately, the calculated and cynical nature of how he's emulating Vader precludes the immaturity and hero-worship elements on display with Kylo, which is unfortunate; the sincerity on display in Kylo's pursuit of authenticity is an important part of why he worked, to the extent that he worked at all, and it'd be worth unpacking in a better trilogy. As he stands Kylo is a clever idea, and that's all he is- he lacks the scaffolding to go from merely clever to actively good.

[voluntadfuerte]

"That's not an excuse to hog the blanket, Luke."

" thanks, i have separation anxiety because my twin and i were separated as babies.. "

[shutuperce]

your fall 2023 byler reading list 🍂🍂

BIG BYLER FIC REC DUMP cause i haven't been writing a lot but i HAVE been reading and y'all need to read these! hope u enjoy as much as i did <3

got your spell on me, baby - @astrobei -Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 7,919

TW: none

'To be fair, Will’s costume is great, now that Mike knows what it is. And, okay, wait-

“Oh, this is so good. This is so good.” Max points at Mike, wheezing. “Because you’re dressed as-”

Will’s still looking straight up at the sky. The length of his neck is very, very flushed. Mike can feel his entire face going redder than Vader’s lightsaber. He clenches his hands into tiny little fists, and says, around a groan: “I’m not Han Solo, guys.”'

THE halloween byler fic. the party at college, bi lucas sinclair content, halloween party shenanigans.

these nerds, using star wars to flirt 🙄

background lumax & their amazing couples costume, el & will power sibling duo!!!

bowie references to heal the soul

all in all one of my favourite getting-together fics for this time of year :)

what a match: i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet - @perexcri - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 28,150

TW: guns, blood, gore (just demodogs though no human gore)

'One month ago, if you had asked Will Byers what he’d do if Mike Wheeler threaded his fingers through his hair, looked him dead in the eyes, and started leaning in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have said this.

He wouldn’t have said he’d be staring right back into those yawning dark eyes, one hand on Mike’s waist, the other against his cheek. There wouldn’t have been any lightning in his veins or blood rushing in his ears.

He wouldn’t have said that Mike Wheeler would be tilting his head in the opposite direction, eyes widening just the slightest as if asking permission, his mouth slightly parted.

He wouldn’t have imagined it at all.'

SO SO GOOD. apocalypse post s4, background jancy and platonic stobin, interruption trope x10000 so it's SO SATISFYING at the end.

WILL WITH A GUN.

jonathan & mike solidarity <3

all in all amazingly well written mike and will being blushing messes. love them. fluff in the apocalypse.

take my hand, wreck my plans - @parkitaco - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 6,297

TW: discussion of past trauma

'"I am not taken," he says out of habit, even though he kind of is. He and Will aren't together - he blushes at the thought - but they do spend an awful lot of time together, and Mike doesn't ever find himself wishing he was anywhere else. "Will and I are-"

"Ooh, I didn't even say anything about Will!" Max crows. "Oh, this is excellent."

Mike hides his face in his hands even though she can't see him. "Oh my God. Can you put Lucas back on, please?"

Max cackles in to the receiver, the sound fading as Lucas presumably wrenches the phone out of her grip. "We gotta go, Mike," he says, laughing a little. "Max has class and I'm driving her."

"Tell her she's the worst," Mike grumbles, fiddling with the phone cord.

"Say hi to Will for me!" Lucas sings, and hangs up before Mike can protest.

Mike groans and flops back on his mattress. It's going to be a long year.'

part of a series!! byler college au, friends-to-lovers, background party friendship, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. OH MY GOD, THEY WERE ROOMMATES??

taylor swift title... do u really need any other persuasion

the whole series is just AMAZING. mike & will getting a break, living together at college and figuring shit out <3

i might be hoping about this - @astrobei - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 15,321

TW: none

'Will lets out a small squawk as Mike’s hand— his very cold, very freezing hand— finds its way around the blankets and under his sweater. “I’m sick, you weirdo,” he says, half-laughing into the side of Mike’s head, “I have a fever.” 

“I don’t care,” Mike mumbles, “you’re warm and I’m cold. This is nice.”

“You’re going to get sick,” Will tries, for the umpteenth time, but it’s pointless. Mike Wheeler is stubborn and hardheaded and he never does anything halfway— not even this.'

established byler at college!! so yeah i have a love of college byler and this is one of my top fics for sure. 2nd astrobi fic on this list because i love their writing <3

will gets sick, mike takes care of him. need i say more?

silly goofy guys living together & doing silly goofy domestic shit

this fic makes me SOFT.

accidentally on purpose - @itsromeowrites - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 5,019

TW: none

'It starts out with a kiss. An accidental kiss. Because Mike is sleepy and Will is pretty, and who can really blame him? And then there's another one, just as accidental. But the third? Well, that may be a little more on purpose.'

literally smiling so hard at this fic. like hello. soft secret boyfriends and loads of party content, all the kids are okay <3

established byler, how the party finds out. all fluff all the time. jonathan attempts the Talk. mike has no idea what's going on. et cetera.

background lumax, lucas & dustin being lil shits together, and el using her powers to cheat at splashing games. all in all a good time!

and if I get burned, at least we were electrified - anonymous - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

Words: 14,958

TW: none

'“I’ll leave you be until lunch,” Max starts negotiating, nodding at him as if that’s a good deal. Which—considering it's Max, it is, but Mike doesn’t want to give in just yet. She sighs. “I won’t laugh about the sweater anymore. Or the weak disposition that gives you stupid allergies all the time.”

Mike’s frown deepens, but she wasn’t as mean as she could have been, so he’s gonna take it. He needs to get this out anyways, or he’s going to keep running in circles as if stuck in a hamster wheeler—an accurate representation of his brain when it comes to Will, really. He presses his lips together and tries to figure out a subtle, non-funny way to say it, but he comes up blank.

Fuck, whatever: “I almost kissed Will. Again.”

Max actually has to cover her mouth with her hand, disguising a worryingly loud snort with a cough. The teacher turns their way and stares, then goes back to explaining the exercise on the board. Mike scribbles it down while Max gets herself under control.

Screw his life.'

senior year, post-vecna. the party being friends but also little shits to each other.

madwheeler bandmates!!!

will steals mike's entire closet

they are Dumb Idiots who are mutually pining from afar

and other lovable tropes. takes place in november so good fall vibes :)

[kaoriartss-blog]

Starburst

Chapter 14: "The Wave

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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 English.

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

It was early in the morning, and for once, the house was completely silent.

Lia woke up to sunlight filtering through the curtains. She had slept deeply after the hectic week of recordings, rehearsals, and the appearance on Weekly Idol. With squinting eyes, she reached out and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

156 notifications.

“Huh?” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

When she unlocked it, she saw the messages were from everywhere: group chats, social media mentions, clips from the show, and screenshots of fans commenting on her performance.

She opened Twitter out of pure curiosity.

#LiaWeeklyIdol

#LiaXStrayKids

#Connections

#OurGoldenTeam

All of them were trending.

“No way…”

There were fan threads analyzing even the tiniest moments: the way Felix looked at her while she spoke, Han’s awkward wink when he failed the random dance, the moment Lia blushed after seeing Seungmin’s aegyo.

> “She fits in SO well with them.”

“Lia is literally the 9th member.”

“Did anyone else notice how Bang Chan couldn’t stop smiling when she talked?”

“Okay but Minho’s eyes when Lia said she saw them as family…”

“She’s not just an artist. She’s an energy.”

Lia swallowed hard. She closed the phone for a moment and hugged her knees.

It was overwhelming… but also warm. Real.

She headed down to the kitchen with messy hair and an oversized sweatshirt. Seungmin was there, pouring himself cereal while yawning.

“Ah, good morning… did you sleep well?” he said without turning, recognizing her instantly.

“Kind of. Twitter exploded,” she said, grabbing a glass of water.

“I saw. The fans are obsessed,” he replied with a small smile. “Does it scare you?”

“I’m scared of how much they like me,” she admitted, sitting down at the table. “I don’t want it to be a bubble. Something that’ll burst one day.”

Seungmin set the cereal box on the table and sat across from her.

“It’s not a bubble if it’s built on sincerity. What you showed yesterday was genuine. You weren’t playing a character. You were just you.”

She looked down, tracing the rim of her glass.

“Sometimes I feel out of place. Like all of you know who you are, and I’m just… trying to catch up.”

Seungmin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned forward with a soft expression.

“Do you know what I saw yesterday?” he asked. “A confident artist. A genuine friend. Someone who made eight guys laugh on national TV.”

She looked at him in silence.

“We’re the ones trying to catch up to you, Rimi-ya. Don’t forget that.”

A comfortable silence stretched between them. Then, in a spontaneous gesture, Seungmin took her hand on the table and squeezed it gently.

“If you ever feel like you don’t belong… let us take care of that. We’ll keep pushing boundaries with you.”

Lia smiled, her eyes glossy.

“Thank you, Minnie Oppa.”

“You’re welcome, Princess Weekly Idol,” he teased. They both laughed.

---

The rest of the day moved slowly. Each member spent their time checking messages from fans, reacting to memes, sharing selfies on Bubble, and reading comments.

Minho locked himself in his room to edit a behind-the-scenes vlog.

Hyunjin did a mini live showing drawings he had done of the group.

Changbin recorded an improvised rap about Connections and posted it on Instagram.

Felix baked brownies for everyone without saying a word and left them on the table with a note that read: “For surviving Weekly Idol.”

From the studio, Chan watched one of the most-shared clips from the show: Lia talking about how this project had changed her.

He smiled.

“She’s definitely with us for a reason.”

---

That night, they all gathered in the living room to watch the full episode together. They laughed, teased each other, screamed in embarrassment during their own segments, and replayed the aegyo part like five times.

“No more! Turn it off, please!” Lia cried, covering her eyes.

“NEVER!” Han shouted, rewinding the video again.

“Oh my god, my voice sounds awful on camera!” Hyunjin yelled, though he was clearly pleased.

It was a simple night—no choreographies, no rehearsals. Just laughter, jokes, and a screen that reflected more than a variety show: it reflected how this project, which started as something professional, was turning into a shared story.

And even though no one said it out loud…

They all knew that Connections was already something more than just a song.

---

Night had already settled over the city. Outside, the breeze was gentle and the house lights twinkled warmly. While the others kept watching show clips and laughing in the living room, Lia had slipped away to the studio by the pool.

She sat in front of her notebook, a steaming cup of tea by her side, and her laptop open with the demo ready to be adjusted. She’d been working on this song for days—during stolen silences, voice memos, and verses scribbled on napkins. Now it finally had shape:

“Endless Adventure.”

An energetic rhythm, full of electronic percussion, bright synths, and a clear message: live without fear. A celebration of the thrill of diving into the unknown with nothing but a racing heart.

She hummed the chorus as she read it softly.

> “Step by step, the world unfolds / no maps, no plans, just heart and soul…” she whispered, then smiled. “It’s ready.”

She opened KakaoTalk and messaged Chan:

> Oppa, I finished a song. Can you help me record it? It’s really ready.

His reply came immediately:

> Now?

> Yes. Now.

Ten minutes later, Chan walked into the studio. He was wearing a hoodie and a cap, his hair tousled from the night breeze.

“Well?” he asked, smiling as he approached her.

Lia handed him the notebook.

“It’s called Endless Adventure. I want it to sound like… a never-ending race. Like when you run downhill and everything inside you is vibrating.”

Chan flipped through the lyrics, reading in silence. Then he looked up.

“It’s incredible. It’s got your energy all over it.”

She blushed.

“Thanks… but I don’t know how to make it sound as powerful as I imagine. That’s why I want your help.”

“Of course. Let’s record it right now.”

---

The process was unlike anything Lia had experienced before.

Chan didn’t just tell her how to adjust her voice or which key would work best for the chorus. He listened. He asked what she felt in each verse, what image she wanted to convey. They recorded each part calmly, but passionately.

“What do you feel when you sing this bridge?” he asked as she stepped out of the booth after a take.

“That I’m letting go of everything,” she replied. “Like I’m finally not afraid anymore.”

Chan nodded, serious.

“Then let’s do another take… but this time don’t think about doing it well. Just think about that.”

Lia took a deep breath, stepped back in, and sang.

It was perfect.

When she finished, silence fell between them. Chan watched her from behind the booth glass, saying nothing. Then he pressed the mic button.

“That was the final take.”

She smiled.

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke about music.”

She stepped out of the booth, her heart pounding. Chan came closer, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were shining with a mix of pride, tenderness, and something else. Something deeper.

“You made something beautiful, Lia.”

“It was thanks to you,” she whispered.

“No. I was a witness, not the author.”

They looked at each other. Close. Very close.

And for the first time, neither of them pulled back.

It was Lia who took the step. Small, trembling, but firm. And Chan met her halfway. Their lips touched with the delicacy of a shared secret. It was slow, as if both were trying to memorize every second. When they parted, Chan rested his forehead against hers.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

Lia nodded, eyes still closed.

“It’s perfect.”

Outside, the pool lights danced on the water. Inside the studio, Endless Adventure kept playing softly in the background, as if the song itself had witnessed the beginning of something new.

[lgcmanager]

HALLOWEEN 2K24 SECRET REWARDS

halloween celebrations are now long behind. legacy hope that you all enjoyed the celebrations!

REWARD 1 (MODELING GIG)

legacy has been working to strike a deal with NINTENDO, and after several months of negotiations, various legacy talents have been offered a contract. the company carefully sifted through the available artists (contract slots availabilities), looked for those with fitting images (portfolios if available), talent and some public recognition (minimum 25 notoriety, 25 acting and 50 modeling as of december 8). the chosen models have been divided in 4 groups: 

• ANIMAL CROSSING: AHN JAEHWA, CHA SORI, CHOI JUNKYU, LEE HYUNSOO, LEE JIHO, LEE YUSHIN, NAM GYURI, OH EUNHYE, PARK HYUKJAE, SEO YURA, SON NABI, WON YEONWOO, XU LILI, YOO HAEMIN

• POKEMON: CHO MINKYU, KIM CHERRY, LEE MINJI, LIU YUXI, PARK TAEHA, SUNG HANEUL, YANG AERI

• SUPER MARIO BROS WONDER: CARTER JAEJIN, HAN SEUNGHYUN, KANG MINJUN, KIM JINSEO, KIM SEYOON, KIM YUJIN, LIM SANGHYUN, YU MILAN

• SUPER SMASH BROS: CHA HYOSEOP, CHEN MAYLIN, CHOI KAI, HAN HYUNHEE, HAN NOEUL, HIRAWA EMI, KUROSAWA AKIO, MOON JINO, SEO NINA, SU PARKER

congratulations to all of you! the selected models have been privately notified that their current fees are 12 MILLION WON ( $10,000 USD ) per CF for a contract of 6 months ( meaning that from the filming of the CF to the removal of them on broadcast, there will be a total of 6 months ). due to their contract split, they will each be paid 6 MILLION WON ( $5,000 USD ).

( important note: please note that the modeling tab will be updated in the next few days. )

LET'S PLAY!

with the announcement of the nintendo switch 2, the company has decided to show off the new console. artists who have been given contracts will participate in a special 'let's play' youtube series where they will play beloved nintendo games with the new console. for this video, both the artists and their screens will be recorded. so make sure to make it lively and interesting! anybody failing at this task might get their contracts cancelled and requirement reward declined.

REQUIREMENTS:

write a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) about playing your assigned game with another person in your group +5 SKILL POINTS IN MODELING and +7 NOTORIETY. **you may do threads with up to 4 people, all participants will still need to post twice in the thread. each muse can only do one thread for this event**

use the hashtag lgc:gig025 to tag any posts or solo related to the opportunity. make sure to submit your points before MARCH 15, 2025 at 11:59PM EDT to the lgcpoints blog:

TITLE: MUSE NAME · GIG025 - THREAD: +5 MODELING +7 NOTORIETY [ LINK ]

REWARD 2 (FACTIONS WAR)

anyone who has completed both requirements but didn't meet the criteria for the first reward will receive +3 HOSTING and +3 VARIETY instead.

a tally of what has been received follows right under. for points reference, please link this post to your points sheet.

ahn cheol: +3 hosting, +3 variety

ahn jaehwa: modeling contract

ahn seyeon: +3 hosting, +3 variety

bae nathan: +3 hosting, +3 variety

bae sojin: +3 hosting, +3 variety

baek byeongkwan: : +3 hosting, +3 variety

baek seona: : +3 hosting, +3 variety

carter jaejin: modeling contract

cha hyoseop: modeling contract

cha sangwon: +3 hosting, +3 variety

cha sori: modeling contract

chae rua: +3 hosting, +3 variety

chen maylin: modeling contract

cho iseul: +3 hosting, +3 variety

cho minkyu: modeling contract

choi junkyu: modeling contract

choi kai: modeling contract

gong hyejoo: +3 hosting, +3 variety

han hyunhee: modeling contract

han jisoo: +3 hosting, +3 variety

han noeul: modeling contract

han rowon: +3 hosting, +3 variety

han seunghyun: modeling contract

hirawa emi: modeling contract

hwang minki: +3 hosting, +3 variety

ito mio: +3 hosting, +3 variety

jo eunwoo: +3 hosting, +3 variety

kang minjun: modeling contract

kang sarang: +3 hosting, +3 variety

kang yoojoon: +3 hosting, +3 variety

kim cherry: modeling contract

kim jinseo: modeling contract

kim nayoung: +3 hosting, +3 variety

kim seyoon: modeling contract

kim yujin: modeling contract

kuramoto misaki: : +3 hosting, +3 variety

kurosawa akio    : modeling contract

kwon sena: +3 hosting, +3 variety

lee hyunsoo: modeling contract

lee jiho: modeling contract

lee minji: modeling contract

lee yushin: modeling contract

lim sanghyun: modeling contract

liu yuxi: modeling contract

mae jasper: +3 hosting, +3 variety

min soyoun: +3 hosting, +3 variety

moon hayoung: +3 hosting, +3 variety

moon jino: modeling contract

nam gyuri: modeling contract

oh eunhye: modeling contract

park hyukjae: modeling contract

park seojin: +3 hosting, +3 variety

park sujin: +3 hosting, +3 variety

park taeha: modeling contract

park zoe: +3 hosting, +3 variety

seo minseo: +3 hosting, +3 variety

seo nina: modeling contract

seo yura: modeling contract

shin jieun: +3 hosting, +3 variety

son nabi: modeling contract

soo kiyong: +3 hosting, +3 variety

su parker: modeling contract

sung haneul: modeling contract

watanabe miyu: +3 hosting, +3 variety

won yeonwoo: modeling contract

xu lili: modeling contract

xue yichen: +3 hosting, +3 variety

yamashita ichika: +3 hosting, +3 variety

yang aeri: modeling contract

yoo haemin: modeling contract

yu milan: modeling contract

zhu yutai: +3 hosting, +3 variety

[thegreatfraud]

She a nice person.....

So many people are so judgy these days. Huey gotta make sure to remind Lyney to show her some leeway in future screw up. He frankly think her uniqueness to good to be changed.

(Jeez are you this compliment starve Huey?)

"Hey again. Trial period and if nothing works i have a secret hidden job just for you. Let's start you off with ser-"

Just as Huey about to clap his hand and simulate a typical monday at a resturant. Her comment about the picture cause him to pause.

The painting? He thought he....Huey scan the mess of paper pile as he found it. Bury deep under some of the plumbing permits and electricity permit.

Oh right the painting he was planning to hang private in his room. Of course he going to code lock his door once his office is set up. Since Isola don't have transferable picture from your home. Huey had to commission a painter to paint a scene from his head by memories.

Huey got a pretty good memory. Hey idiot she still looking for you to respond? Gas light or give her a half truth?

"Yeah. Every important looking place have the office hang a cool picture right? Since i can't acess to the cloud or my photo from my home world. I had to pay a guy to paint this. Tipped generously also."

It's TECHNICALLY true.

"And yeah it is me. Me and my older brother William. Our...parents kinda abandoned us as kids. We had to survive though the foster care system with people more intersted in the money then us. The Ponzi name was a curse. I had Will and Will had me. We were smarmy little scamps as kids and did all sort of crazy shit together. We know we were nobody so together we were gonna be somebody. Our first con for travel fee was knicking some spoil teenager car. Asshole been crashing his thing and keep getting mommy and daddy to pay off the cops and buy new ones. Stole it from him in the middle of the date. Dude so hooked on alcohol he didn't realize two seven year old brat got the best of him...got my first suit out the job. Foreign cars really do be worth a lot."

Unlike his other stories. This don't feel as heroic yet feel more....real. This is something he rather enjoyed. The little smirk on the corner of Huey lips as he having a flash back for just a second. The chuckle that even after all these years. It's still a bit of pride in his work. Those eyes of his look just a bit sad though. It's almost like it's a memory of joy but also sorrow. The One Who carry on....this relate back to his brother don't it?

Huey drawing the attention from the painting. He...can't fully get into it today.

"Anyway enough about me. Get a note pad and let's start. STAFF SIMULATE MONDAY! We have a new trainee with us! Be nice to her and teach her the basics of serve."

A model size number of waitress stand in a row and began to disperse as some of the workers sit down in booth.

"Well let's see how you do Ramy. And if you get over whelm you can say stop whenever okay? And don't feel bad about failing. Nobody perfect the first time."

Huey send her off as she going to get a taste of what it's like to be in the server business. A dark thought he swore he bury with therapy and a shit ton of booze resurface as he continue to watch Ramthiel trying her best.

Your not telling her the full truth are you little Huey? That you got your brother killed. The painting is you trying to bury those bad memories deep deep down because even after therapy you feel like shit. You shouldn't have been the one to be alive. William should have been here.

Intrusive thoughts. Intrusive thoughts. She don't need to worry about this. Huey a professional. He not gonna trauma dump onto Ramthiel. She probaly wouldn't care or be intersted anyway. Long as he worth something to her then she continue to bother to show up.

Isn't that what relationship is? People using each other? He using her to lived up the place and she using him to fuel her burger addiction.....he really should get her a gift card after all this.

or else what reason she have to keep visiting huh?

"And time. You just completed a hour and thirty minutes of what it like to work in the Isolan Server industry. How you feel? You okay with it?"

If Ramlethal wasn’t stunned, she would say, ‘yes, that is what you call this place, and your reasoning makes sense, but what is the name of it?’. Fortunately, she is stunned, so she never quite gets around to getting that out. Her jaw drops ever so subtly.

“Wow. I am impressed.” She goes on to say without even a smidgen of sarcasm. As if on que, a light flickers and blows out with a pathetic zzt! as she speaks, darkening where they stand even more than it already was. “It is all so dismal and dismissible. And yet you’ve made it your mission to improve everything about it despite the odds. Incredible. You really are a very driven person, Huey. And a…hm. I need to think of the word. Oh. A visionary. I cannot wait to see what is you want to show me on top of here.”

He goes on to list the different functions of the establishment, and she takes it all in, thinks it all over, never once interjecting. There is much to consider, but she is willing to try everything he suggests. Everything except the role of a mechanic, for although Mother did provide her with technological knowledge, it was neither for this kind of technology nor did it have anything to do with repairing it.

Her thoughts are interrupted when Huey pauses-his gaze distracted by something on the table. A picture of two humans. One of them very much resembles him. They looked happy. Created for Huey Makoto Ponzi. The One Who Carry On, it is written.

Quickly she answers his question. “I will try out all positions except mechanic.” And she means exactly that. Then, just as quick as that answer, she moves back to the previous subject of interest. The one that has just gone unspoken.

“What is that a picture of? Is it you?” For an indicator, she extends her bandaged up arm and points to exactly what it is she is talking about. "It looks important."

[monicalestrange4]

Hola Momo... Años sin escribirnos, intenté contactarte pero creo que cambiaste de número, y supogo que en ig sigo bloqueado, te escribo por aquí porque veo que es la única manera de comunicación contigo al parecer, ammm... Se muy bien que la última vez que nos vimos no fue en los mejores términos y que no querías una amistad (Algo que entendí perfectamente en su momento, lo tengo merecido). Han pasado varios años y me gustaría conservar una amistad, fuí un niño inmaduro, cometí un error estúpido y perdí a una gran mujer, espero que este tiempo nos haya servido a los dos para aprender muchas cosas (Sobre todo a mí) y que si el universo me ha escuchado tú tengas el perdón en tú corazón, no te pido una amistad profunda, sería el colmo de mi parte, solo un final donde me perdones y pueda seguir mi camino tranquilo y si volvemos a hablar y podemos ser amigos sería hermoso, veo que sigues siendo una fuente de luz increíble y tratas a todos igual de bien como siempre, creo que tengo el privilegio de verte enojada de verdad hahaha (Perdón, no es algo de lo cual sentirse orgulloso) Bueno, pierdo el hilo haha me perdonarías? Podemos hablar momo? Te quiero, un abrazo muy grande y feliz Jueves.

No.

English: Hi Momo… Years without writing, I tried to contact you but I think you changed your number, and I guess I'm still blocked on ig, I'm writing you here because I see that is the only way to communicate with you apparently, ammm…. I know very well that the last time we saw each other it wasn't on the best terms and that you didn't want a friendship (something I understood perfectly well at the time, I deserve it). Several years have passed and I would like to keep a friendship, I was an immature child, I made a stupid mistake and I lost a great woman, I hope that this time has helped us both to learn many things (especially me) and that if the universe has heard me you have forgiveness in your heart, I do not ask for a deep friendship, it would be the last straw for me, just an ending where you forgive me and I can go my peaceful way and if we talk again and we can be friends it would be beautiful, I see that you are still an incredible source of light and you treat everyone as good as ever, I think I have the privilege of seeing you really angry hahaha (Sorry, not something to be proud of) Well, I lose the thread haha will you forgive me? Can we talk momo? I love you, big hugs and happy Thursday.

No.

[captaingondolin]

can anyone help me find the "Han Solo accidentally becomes emperor" thread from someone misreading a line about the real life Han Dynasty? the one that inspired this, but the link from there stopped working