bighit just announced they have around 240,000 collected evidence regarding antis spreading malicious rumors and false accusations, as well as defamation of bangtan members reputation, and will start with formal investigation to ppl involved in libel activities next week, and they’re gonna continue doing this without any intention of going soft on anyone or doing half-assed job you go bby you do that
“I’ve just been, uh…thinking…a lot lately.” “About what?” “I don’t know…everything. Can I tell you something?” “Shoot.” “I like guys, and I like girls. Pretty much anyone in between. That’s probably not news to you. But you wanna know how I first found that out?” “I dunno, do I?” “It was my parents’ fault. Well…mostly my dad’s. He was always too hard on me. They sent me to bootcamp when I was 13. To discipline the bad out of me. My first kiss was with a boy there…Charlie. He was the only thing that made that place tolerable…he made it worse, too, though. Not him, but…the bullying, getting beat up for it…getting called every possible slur, every dehumanizing thing you can imagine. I called home most nights crying…cried myself to sleep. Always crying.” “Santi…” “Sometimes I still think that was the worst time in my life…but then…” “What?” “Hey, uh…where’s Fiona? Is she here?” “No, she spends the weekends at my mother’s…why?” “You wanna take a drive? Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”
3.17.16+12:20pm // 17/100 days of productivity // i was asked by @yunii-ho to make a reference page out of one of the “two-toned fonts” i made here. i went ahead and named it the “taylor” font for my ref purposes (and bc i think it kinda fits!)
// an idea that came to me yesterday. reader and vernon eat ramen together one late night.
// warnings: omg the fluff im crying save me
// sneak peek: “You gotta admit,” You began. “Carats are pretty creative.” You took a mouthful of ramen for yourself. “And you’re not only a meme. You’re also my boyfriend.” Vernon huffed, shyly smiling as he reached for your glass of water. He didn’t take a drink - only rubbed his thumb along the glass.
// hansol x reader
// word count: 1528
The moon beamed brightly in the sky, casting its pale yellow - almost white - glow on the lake before Hansol, and he smiled as he leaned back in his seat on the bench. The midnight breeze was perfect, warm and yet somehow cool all at the same time, and Hansol watched a few ducklings follow their mother in the lake before him. He laughed, feeling his heart pound faster out of love. Vernon looked around, wanting to catch every detail of this very night - savor it. And he was completely and utterly confused when he found Seungkwan sitting next to him.
“Seungkwan?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed, and he almost couldn’t hear his own voice. “What are you doing here?” The older boy turned to look at him, a completely monotonous expression on his face.
“I am the best quality.”
Suddenly startling awake, Hansol found he was breathing heavily. He looked around, not to savor it like he had before, but to make sure he was positive of his surroundings. And he found himself loudly sighing when he realized he was still in his bedroom.
“God,” He mumbled, rubbing his face first, and then running his hand through his hair. “It was just a dream.” He looked to his left, and frowned when he saw you weren’t there. Eyebrows furrowed, Hansol stared at the empty spot in your shared bed before swinging his legs over the mattress. His feet planted firmly on the floor - it was cold, and it made him shiver before he got up, and walked out and downstairs to look for you.
He was just on the third step when he heard what sounded like clanking dishes in the kitchen, and Hansol grinned, rushing down the rest of the stairs before he found himself walking into the kitchen of your apartment. And there you were, reaching on the tips of your toes and straining high to reach a particular cup on the very top shelf of your cupboard. Vernon found himself chuckling, and you quickly snatched the cup before turning to look back at him. You protectively held the glass to your chest.
“Why are you up?” You only gripped the cup tighter in your hands - less scared when you realized it was only Hansol, but still slightly wary of his scolding tone.
“Why are you up?” You retorted, and Vernon grinned in response, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I asked you first.” Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you tried hard to fight back a smile you could already feel tugging at your cheeks.
“I asked you second.” Hansol raised an eyebrow at you, and he had this pointed expression on his face that only made you smile, shaking your head as you sighed. Turning to the sink, you turned on the tap before filling your glass with water. “I was hungry.” You nodded to the counter. “I made ramen.” Only now did Hansol see the cup on the counter, closed, and, no doubt, still cooking. “Do you want some? It should be ready in a few minutes.”
“There’s only one left.” Hansol noted, laughing as he nodded at the cupboard you had accidentally left open. The spot specifically saved for ramen was now empty, and you frowned.
“Well, we could share.” You turned back around to face him, taking a drink of your water. And then, after you’d gulped down the cool liquid, held out the glass. “Water?” Vernon laughed, shaking his head as he rubbed at his eyes. He moved to take a seat at the island in the middle of your kitchen, and sighed. Turning back around, you quickly checked on the ramen. “You know, you still haven’t told me why you’re up right now.” You heard Vernon breath out a laugh, and smiled in response - both at the fact that his laugh was always one of your favorite noises, and the fact that your ramen was ready.
Carefully carrying it back to the table, you took a seat across from Hansol, and peeled off the top, now only leaving a steaming cup of ramen and a pair of chopsticks. You began to twirl the noodles around them.
“I had a nightmare.” Hansol murmured, and you hummed, raising an eyebrow. Bringing a mouthful of ramen to your lips, you quickly chewed and swallowed before twirling more noodles around the chopsticks - this time for him.
“What about?” His breath caught in his throat, and you could only imagine the thousands of possibilities of all the nightmares he could’ve had. It made a knot tie in your stomach.
“I was… I was at a pond… or a lake? I don’t know, I can’t tell the difference. Anyway, I was watching these ducklings follow this duck, and it was all good, you know? And then, I turned around and Seungkwan was right there.” You snorted, immediately trying to stifle a laugh. “And he was just like, “I am the best quality.” And it was just really weird, you know?” You couldn’t help yourself anymore as an involuntary laugh left your lips. Reaching forward, you held your pair of chopsticks in front of Vernon’s mouth, and he happily ate the ramen, chewing hungrily.
“I ship it.” You murmured, vaguely remembering the phrase from rather one too many fans. Hansol suddenly choked, thoroughly swallowing, and you couldn’t help but loudly laugh, putting down your pair of chopsticks to fully compose yourself.
“No.” He immediately scolded, and you giggled. “Besides, we’re dating.” You playfully grinned, shaking your head as you reached to tap the tip of his nose with your forefinger.
“We won’t be anymore if you keep dreaming about Seungkwan instead of me.” He was already opening his mouth to speak before you butted in. “I’m kidding!” He huffed, and even though he was trying to act angry, there was an eye crinkling smile that spilled the truth to you all too well.
“You know who you’re talking to, right?” You raised an amused eyebrow at Hansol’s question. “I’m Vernon. Of Seventeen.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you picked up your chopsticks once more, twirling noodles around them.
“No. You’re Hansol. And you’re a meme.” He breathed out a sigh that was soon followed by a light chuckle.
“You’re still bringing that up?” Shrugging, you pushed the noodles in front of his mouth again, patiently waiting with a smile as he happily took another mouthful of ramen.
“You gotta admit,” You began. “Carats are pretty creative.” You took a mouthful of ramen for yourself. “And you’re not only a meme. You’re also my boyfriend.” Vernon huffed, shyly smiling as he reached for your glass of water. He didn’t take a drink - only rubbed his thumb along the glass.
“Not for long, apparently.” You rolled your eyes, grinning as you twirled the last of the noodles. These were for Vernon.
“Don’t be dumb.” You murmured in response. “You’re my boyfriend whether you like it or not - stuck with me forever.” Hansol grinned - he didn’t seem to mind at all. “Now, open your mouth.” He didn’t for a long moment, just staring at you instead, and when you’d raised an eyebrow was when he seemed to finally come back to his senses, licking his bottom lip before opening his mouth. You fed Vernon the rest of your ramen, and he seemed content as he swallowed, staring at you.
“Let’s go get froyo.” Your heart immediately stopped in your chest, and you laughed.
“Are you crazy? We literally just had ramen. On top of that, you have a schedule tomorrow, and I’d be the one getting in trouble if you don’t get to your things on time because you’re tired.” And while you talked, Vernon had this smile on his face - something wholehearted and pure. He shrugged.
“I’ve been up later with more things to do the next day. Soonyoung’s crazy when it comes to choreography.” You rolled your eyes, reaching across to gently push his shoulder.
“Yeah, but that’s different. Soonyoung just wants what’s best for the band. That was something you had to do. Froyo isn’t a necessity.” There was a long pause, and Hansol just stared at you. He reached across the table and took your hand in his. And then, after another pause, decided to speak again.
“It is if it’s with you.” You licked your lips, and you could feel a flush rising up your neck and to your cheeks. Even after all these months you’d been with Vernon, it still never stopped the overdramatic thumping in your chest even at the simplest of his words. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you chewed on the sensitive skin before sighing in defeat.
“I’ll go get my jacket.” And then you were off the stool you had previously been sitting on, jogging out of the kitchen and upstairs to your bedroom. You were already on the very top step when Vernon’s voice stopped you. You turned, staring back down at him. “Yeah?” Hansol was looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs, hands dug deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. He breathed a laugh, smiling.
thirst-order-confessions said: Give mod Rose a library au or whatevs where Ben sits across the desk and sends notes and dirty glares to readerchan DEWIT
WARNING: SMUTTY THINGS HAPPEN IN THIS FIC, VERY NSFW TOWARDS THE END
Readerchan gets to be studying what I’m studying rn, because why not.
University. Fuck that shit.
Y/N slammed several heavy text books onto the table. Her laptop followed, placed down more reverently. It looked like, yet again, she would spend another several hours in the library, cramming as much information into her brain as she could before the next lecture.
The other occupant on the table glared at her, and she sneered at him before sitting down and returning to work.
“The guy who came up with having to study like an asshole to get anywhere in life can go fuck himself.” she muttered angrily, tapping away at her notes on the keyboard.
A snort from in front of her made her look up.
The other occupant of the table, a tall, dark haired man, had moved to the spot adjacent of her. His own text books looked as though they could be used as foundations, heavy and large and way too expensive to buy, even though he, like everyone else, did it anyway.
“Could you possibly record that and put it on repeat? Literally the best thing I have heard all day.” he rumbled.
“No seriously, I already know half this stuff from my dad, I really do not even need to be here.” he grinned.
Three hours later, Y/N found herself and the man being kicked out of the library for “rowdy behaviour”, the behaviour having been that their discussion had gotten progressively more loud as they became more excited.
“Shit, uh, I’m Ben, by the way. Ben Solo.” Ben threw out a hand to shake.
“Y/N, nice to meet you, Ben.” she shook his hand, watching as his hand enveloped hers entirely. He grinned at her and let go of her hand.
“See you ‘round!” he waved, jogging away quickly on long legs and catching up to another tall, blonde woman, with a slightly shorted red haired man.
A week later, Y/N found herself at lunch with Hux, Phasma, and Ben, laughing as Ben imitated and irate Hux, copying all of his movements and enunciating his words with a shit British accent. Hux proceeded to pick up one of Phasma’s books and smack Ben’s arm repeatedly, but Ben later affirmed that it was all worth the look on Hux’s face.
Phasma shook her head. “At least I’m not the only female in the group anymore. Now I have someone I can actually without having to be asked to double check a ruler.”
Hux and Ben both spluttered, going red and immediately begin trying to defend themselves. Y/N laughed again.
For a law and economics student, Hux was very likely to take over the world. Perhaps the galaxy, if he could get Ben to stop “accidentally” spilling coffee all over his papers, and convince Phasma to be his primary military adviser.
She was adamant that she be called Captain and gain silver armour. Hux wanted her to wear black and red, but after being shown the chrome armour she would prefer, he was beginning to think that she may be right.
Ben decided that he would be head engineer to Y/N’s counter regime, that would at first look governmental, and then span to hostile take over after they’d amassed enough of a following.
“Silver armour, as many nerds as you need for whatever experiments, whole regiments of soldiers at your command, cookies-”
“Sold. You drive a heard bargain, but cookies solves all problems.” Phasma nodded. She turned to the other two. “I like her.”
Realising she didn’t have any one’s phone numbers, Y/N pulled out her phone and opened up the contacts, urging them each to put their own numbers and names in. Hux listed his name down as “Emperor Hux”, Ben as “Kylo Ren (better than Hux)” and Phasma down as “Phasmama”. They each got Y/N’s number into their own phones, trying to one up one another with the name they gave her.
Phasma won by calling Y/N her “Lil Nugget <3 <3 <3″
“So, who’s ‘Crylo Ren’, ‘Biggest Little Bitch’ and ‘Phasmama’?” Aina asked, staring at Y/N’s phone as it exploded with messages from the ‘Wonder Trio’.
“Some friends.” Y/N chuckled, reading Hux desperately try to defend himself as Ben sent photos of him, Phasma rapid-fire texting in all capitals about how he had just been “#REKTSON”, “FUCKING PWND”, all of which was followed by several baby emojis.
Ben had several photos, videos, and multiple snapchats sent her way.
Hux was not amused.
And suddenly three years had passed, Y/N remaining close to her friends, despite the fact that they were all in entirely different departments. By this stage, Phasma was refusing to let any of them go because they all owed her money from some of the various poker games they had drunkenly agreed to play with her.
In said games, Y/N had found out that Hux was actually Irish, and he put on an English accent so that people could “understand him better”. She thinks he said that, but no one is sure because as he became more drunk, the Irish lilt became slurred and random syllables.
Ben became extraordinarily clingy and, as he began to lose consciousness, was passed around the table. Y/N had found out the hard way what happened when he passed out on someone, the drool on her shoulder having been impossible to get off as the giant wookie of a man became part octopus and clung onto his new “bed”.
Phasma was a dirty fucking cheater, but no one knew how to point it out, let alone point it out without risking being murdered and never found.
Phasma also refused to accept any money from Y/N, her “smol child nugget” needed all the money she could get, according to Phasma.
Ben and Hux pleaded desperately to keep their money, but Phasma refused.
Ben’s parents only laughed whenever they were all around, Han and Leia both practically adopting Y/N into the fold and watching the quartet suffer the pain of university together.
‘EMERGENCY CODE FUCKING BLACK CODE BLACK SEND HELP’
Y/N sighed, standing up from her chair and stretching out, before gathering her things and trudging out the library door.
‘SEND HELP SOMEONE I NEED HELP RN’
‘Where are you?’
‘IDK JUST FIND ME’
Y/N sighed again, waiting for the onslaught of photos and private snapchat messages from Ben saying he was lost again. He literally had no sense of direction.
‘lol fuq you, scrub’Phasma helpfully supplied.‘im in memeology rn, so i cant’
Hux refused to answer, code black being the phrase to state that Ben was lost somewhere on or near the campus grounds again. At least, he thought he was on campus grounds. Sadly, Ben was useless with a map.
Omw. Calm down, dumbass. Send me some photos of the area.
Fortunately, Ben was close.
“I gotta get to the labs.” he sighed in relief, grabbing Y/N’s hand in a death grip, following along as she guided him in the complete opposite direction to where he had thought they were.
“I tried to get lunch.” He supplied helpfully when she looked back at him, his eyes looking at the ground and not meeting hers.
“You should probably look up if you want to at least see where you are and maybe learn the layout of the place.” Y/N chuckled.
Ben muttered something under his breath, following along and grumbling about how the campus was too big, too disorganised, and too “full of assholes who won’t help find the right direction”.
Y/N did not mention the fact that she knew for certain he didn’t try to ask anyone for directions once.
The exams time rolled back in, and Y/N was in full study mode.
Apparently Phasma had deemed the medical section of the library a “No Fucklord Zone”, meaning Hux and Ben could not be within 3 meters of the area, or Phasma would kill them for attempting to distract her.
Hux stayed home, mostly, avoiding all of the outside world for studying. Ben adamantly swore that 80% of what Hux was actually doing was just wanking off at his mirror.
Ben flopped dramatically into the chair next to Y/N.
“I’m so fucking bored. Oh my God, just kill me.” he whined, nudging her.
She growled, shifting back into The Study Position, and didn’t acknowledge him. This had been going on for the week that she had been studying, Ben would be annoying, she would ignore him. It would be a pretty good deal, except for the fact that Ben was an attention whore.
The first year and a half of their friendship had been proof, the fact that Ben had just about slept with every vagina bearing person in engineering, including the professors, and several males, along with multitudes from science, law, and IT. He often had bemoaned that he never asked for money, claiming his looks and skills would have gotten him “so many fuck tonnes of dosh. Get it? Fuck tonne. Because-” “Shut it, Crylo.”.
Part way through the second year, he’d suddenly become celibate. He’d had some sort of fight with Phasma, the kind that meant Hux and Y/N had to struggle to get them back together. Whatever Phasma had said to him had hurt, a lot, and he hadn’t slept around after that.
“Y/N,” Ben whined again. “Please look at me. Look at my pretty face. Talk to me, baby.” he chuckled.
She once again didn’t respond.
Spying a set of her post-it-notes, Ben took a pencil, the post-it-notes, and wrote on one, sticking it the the edge of her screen. If she noticed it, she said nothing.
“Come on. Really?” Ben huffed. Fine, he could play that game.
He continued writing notes, each one progressively sounding more whiney than the last, begging for her attention. Three of them had promises of cookies, nachoes, or some other sort of food.
He began sticking them to the books she had open.
After a long period of time with no response, he whined again.
“Baby, you’re holding out on me here.”
She remained in study mode.
“Fine. Okay. Fine then. Well… Don’t think about food.” he tried, getting close to the side of her face to whisper into her ear.
Y/N shuddered slightly.
“Oh. Oh, hello, she lives.” he chuckled. She shuddered again, cleared her throat, and continued her work.
“Oh, pretty baby, I think I know what’s up. You’re all riled up, aren’t you?” he grinned. “Sweetie, look at me. Look at me, c’mon.”
He moved a post-it-note, scrubbing off the message and re-writing, before placing it back on the screen edge.
I’ll give you a kiss if you look at me.
He wrote another.
Pretty girl like you can’t be left riled up too long. Not fair on you.
He wrote several more, becoming more and more provocative as he continued on.
Y/N snapped, pulling the post-it-notes off her screen and into the open book, slamming the book shut to hide everything he had written.
“What?!” she growled, cheeks warm with blood.
Ben grinned and leaned close. “Hey, you.”
His eyes made a bee-line to her mouth, and upon raising his eyes to look into her own, he leaned in to kiss her.
She shuddered again, lips parting to meet his, whimpering slightly when his tongue came out to caress her own. His hand reached her hair, cupping the back of her head as he kissed her, fingers playing with the thick locks he found there.
When he pulled back, he watched with glee as her eyes opened up to be blown almost black, chest heaving slightly.
“Okay. Thank you, now be a model student and study for your exam. Can’t have you failing, can we?” he smirked.
Pulling away, and leaning back, he watched her work for five minutes, letting her get back into the rhythm of studying again after his distraction.
A hand touched Y/N’s back, fingers ghosting over her spine, following it up and into her hair, moving to the side to expose her neck to the hand’s owner.
Ben leaned in close, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck. He hummed, smelling her scent, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin he found there.
“Don’t get distracted.” he murmured, other hand snaking around her stomach to her waist, settling happily on her hip and stroking the bone their with his thumb.
With that, Ben’s lips descended lightly on her neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin, tongue flicking out occasionally to taste. Bit by bit, he sank lower, bending down more and more in order to follow the line of her neck down, reaching a shoulder and pulling her shirt to kiss along as much skin as he could reveal.
Y/N keened quietly and he stopped.
“Shh. We’re in a library. This is a place of learning and quiet study. You should focus on those things.” Ben tutted, his hand in her hair moving into his own lap.
His other hand began to go downwards, reaching the end of her skirt. Slowly, as though not to spook her, he pulled the skirt up towards her hips.
Y/N moved slightly, and he froze. She exhaled loudly, shifting so that she sat slightly further back in her chair, back extended and chest puffed out slightly.
Ben grinned. “Later, baby. I love them, but you have to study.”
His fingers slowly crept up her thigh, moving from outer to inner thigh over what felt like years. He reached the apex of her thighs, brushing the tip of his finger against her folds lightly through her panties. She whimpered.
“Shhh. Study time.” Ben chuckled.
His fingers pressed against her, her thighs opening more as his questing fingers explored more of her. They brushed the edge of her panties, pulling the edge slightly off of her skin, before letting the fabric go and the elastic snapped quietly back into place.
He nibbled her ear lobe, fingers brushing against her clit as they followed the shape of her body to the uppermost part of the panties, and with a huff of laughter, he pushed his hand down to touch her skin.
She clenched her hands and held back a gasp, fingers trembling when she released them and tried to find her line on the notes she was re-writing.
“Good girl.” Ben kissed her cheek, adding the reward of his fingers swirling a circle against her clit with the praise.
With much difficulty, Y/N pretended to study, hands skittering random gibberish into the notes accidentally as he pressed against her clit, and sent his other fingers closer and closer to her entrance. As she backspaced her mistakes, he huffed more laughter into her ear, middle finger circling the tight, wet opening into her body.
“Mmm, you feel so tight, baby. Been this long?” he sighed into her ear. “Answer me, baby.”
Her hand flew to his forearm, gripping tight as she struggled to speak.
“N-No. Never… Umm.”
Ben stopped. “Never been with anyone?” he whispered.
“Fuck.” he cursed, hand moving away from her nether region.
“N-No!” she pulled his arm back towards her, his hand returning to its post between her thighs. “Please, I wanna. I want you to keep going, please, Ben.”
He groaned. “You sure, sweetheart? I don’t want this to be some sort of fling, lemme tell you.”
With a whimper, and a nod, Y/N let go of his arm, spreading her thighs to show her readiness.
His hand entered her panties again, brushing carefully against her clit, circling her opening once more.
“’S gonna feel a bit strange, but it’ll feel good too.” he kissed below her ear, finger prodding her opening softly, getting firmer as the flesh began to yield and pull him in.
He grunted, murmuring something about how she felt around his finger, pushing in slowly and prodding her walls. His other hand came to her face, resting next to her mouth.
“Hang on. “
As his finger pushed further inside her, the sensations became stronger than she’d anticipated, sensitive body responding to his ministrations.
He brushed something inside her, and with a grin pressed his hand against her mouth, and finger against the spot in her pussy. Her reaction was instantaneous, thighs closing closer around his hand and a muffled noise came from her mouth.
He grinned, mouth at her jaw, pushing his finger slowly in and out of her.
“C’mon, baby. Study.” he teased.
His hand stopped, and only when she started to “study” again, did he return to his actions, slowly prepping her for a second finger. The second became the third, three fingers thrusting in and out of her, pressing against her sensitive walls while his thumb rubbed against her clit.
Y/N whined quietly.
Ben grinned, slowly pulling his fingers out. She gasped and looked at him, begging him to continue going with her eyes.
With a huff, he lightly slapped her pussy with his slickened fingers, hiding the gasp he knew she’d make by clearing his throat.
“I felt you gush a little there, sweetie.” he murmured.
He pulled his hand out from between her thighs, bringing his juicy fingers to his mouth and sucking the juices off. His eyes rolled back and he groaned quietly. Once his hand was clean, he smirked at her.
Picking up one of her pens, he placed his hand below the table, and dropped it, watching it roll out of sight under the table.
“Oh no. I dropped a pen. Guess I’ll have to go get it.” and with that, Ben dropped down to the floor, getting underneath the table and pulling the chair he was in close to it to hide his presence.
“Oh God.” Y/N gasped, feeling Ben’s breath creep up her legs, is nose brush her inner thighs.
She felt his hands reach her panties, tugging at the fabric and coaxing her to lift her hips enough for him to pull them off. He then pulled her forwards, sitting on the edge of the seat so that he could access her more easily.
She felt the vibrations of his chuckle, and fought desperately against a gasp as his tongue brushed against her slit.
He groaned against her, tongue pressing further into her, following the path into her body his fingers had quested. His nose pressed against her clit, and he twitched his head slightly, nose brushing shapes against the sensitive flesh.
Y/N closed her eyes with a groan, feeling pleasure shoot across her body and up her spine.
“Y/N?” a voice called.
Y/N froze, trying desperately not to respond to the sensations of Ben’s tongue sliding through her pussy, his lips closing around her lower lips to draw her juices into his mouth.
“Ph-Phasma. Hey. How you doin’?” Y/N stuttered with a grin.
Phasma marched over to her, arriving at her side and pressing a hand to her forehead.
“Are you okay? You look feverish. Your temperature doesn’t feel high, but a bit higher than normal? Do you feel sick? You’re sweating bullets.” Phasma went into medical student mode, immediately caring for her favourite human, who seemed to be in distress.
“N-No, I’m fine.” Y/N felt Ben’s tongue prod a particularly tender spot inside of her, his flesh scraping against her walls. She hoped she imagined that squeak in her voice.
Phasma pulled her bag off her shoulder, rummaging through it to pull out different pharmaceuticals and a bottle of water.
“Here, read the backs of these, put everything you’re allergic to or sensitive to in one pile, everything else in the other. We’ll sort through the okay pile once we figure out what might be wrong. I’ll go get you a Coke so we can get some sugar into you, that’ll help, poor lil nugget.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, Phasma was off, marching straight for the door.
Ben chuckled again, and the moment he believed them both safe, began eating Y/N out with gusto, tongue making obscene noises against her pussy as he slurped at her juices happily.
Y/N came quickly, hands rushing to her face to block any sound coming from her mouth, suppressing a scream of pleasure from Ben’s work, especially as he licked her oversensitive flesh clean. After helping her put her panties back on, he picked up the pen, and returned back to the world above the table. He licked his lips and swiped at his lower face to clean the juices away.
He was slightly pink in the cheeks, and looking overly pleased with himself.
“Found it.” he said, a little out of breath.
Phasma marched back immediately afterwards, stopping in front of the table and glaring at Ben.
“Where’d you come from, and why are you bugging her?”
“Hey!” Ben put a hand to his chest. “The ‘No Fucklord Zone’ doesn’t extend this far. And I came to make sure she’s okay. She told me earlier she had a headache and I was busy so I couldn’t check on her then.”
Ben used the lowest trick, making Phasma return to worrying immediately about her lil nugget.
“Isn’t that right, little ewok?” Ben petted her hair.
“Fuck off, hairless wookie.” Y/N sniped, grabbing the panadol and popping two of the pills, grabbing the water and swallowing the pills down in one go.
It took Phasma three hours to find out what happened, Ben having not been able to keep his big mouth shut about how he’d eaten Y/N out, and how potentially it was going to happen again.
Hux, true to form of being the biggest little bitch, told Phasma immediately, rushing into one of her lectures, whispering into her ear what had happened, and moving out of the way immediately as she screeched “What?! I’ll fucking kill him!”
Ben had managed to see all of the campus that day, sprinting away from the blonde she-devil that was throwing threats his way.
“DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BABY GIRL, I WILL END YOU REN, END YOU!”
Hux chased after them, tears of laughter streaming down his face as he recorded every second he could.
When Phasma finally caught Ben, she kicked him several times, punched him several more, and grabbed him by the collar.
“I have access to liquid nitrogen, I will literally snap your dick off, and beat you to death with it if you throw her away. You break her heart, I’ll break your fucking skull, are we clear?”
Ben nodded, gulping to keep the bile that had risen to his throat down.
“I’ve not been with anyone since our first discussion, Phas. I’ve no intention of hurting her, ever, I swear. I care, way more about her than anyone else. I swear to God this isn’t a fling.”
With a glare, Phasma let go of him, pulling Hux by the ear away from the terrified man-baby.
Later, when Ben finally managed to stumble back to the library, having found it by using “signs! How long have they even been there for? Like two minutes, I swear.” Phasma laid down the ground rules for Ben being able to be with Y/N.
She apologised to Ben later, having seen that he was being genuine.
“Hang on. When was this, by the way?” she asked, petting her “poor, innocent lil nugget, drawn in by Ben’s disgusting charms”.
Ben snorted. “You walked over here asking her if she was sick when I was slurping the fuck out of-”
A/N: @pcybiasedHere you go, bby. This request was sweet, plus I really hope you like it, and it at least suffices. Also, wowow thank you for being so kind and for requesting.
Cuddly Kihyun is the best Kihyun.
Your cuddles would be the most serene part of your day, because his presence is such a charming point of his.
He won’t even question why you’d become so clingy. he’ll just welcome you despite what he had been doing beforehand.
Everything is dropped for you…everything and anything.
The moment you come over, clambering atop the couch and lifting his arm to drape it over your own shoulders, Kihyun would oblige.
He might laugh a little bc it’s so sudden, peering down at you with those sweet, crescent-shaped eyes.
But he might also harbor a small touch of confusion afterward, and he’ll breathe a quiet “something wrong, love?”, but rest assured that’ll fade quickly when you explain that it’s chilly and all you want is to rest in bed with him.
To celebrate hitting 200 followers, I’m doing my first follow forever🎉🎊💕👀
I would like to thank you all for those amazing 6 months🎉I met so many amazing people that I bonded over with on more than just kpop. I treasure you all so much and for mutuals, even if we don’t talk a lot I always read your tags when you reblog from me and check stalk👀 your blogs from time to time to see how you’re doing and all, ily❤️❤️
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Paladin's reaction to having an s/o whose really into books. Like a lot of their free time is spent reading or rereading their favorite books and if you ask them about their favorites they get SUPER HYPE!!!
here you go bby!!!
Lance would definitely hype up your
love for literature. He’d be asking lot of questions whenever he sees you
reading something new, asking you whether it’s any good or not. He also wouldn’t
hesitate asking you to read every once in a while; sometimes, when the mood
hits him, he would just rest his head against your lap and plead you to read
him a chapter or two, stopping only once you comply with his request.
Pidge would understand your love for
books, and she wouldn’t fail to indulge herself listening as you ramble on and
on about your current read. She would offer input every once in a while,
expressing her opinions every now and then. She would recommend you something she
knows you’d like, and she makes sure that she is present just so she could see
Hunk would definitely be supportive for
your interest in books. He’d be the type to ask lots of questions, asking you
about your most favourite parts and characters. He’s always asking you to tell
him more about the book you’re reading, and he’d definitely be smiling as he
listens to you talk.
Keith would be supportive of your interest,
though his support isn’t as evident as the other Paladins. His is subtle, and
seemingly not obvious. He would listen to you talk, would listen as you gush
about your favourite characters, smiling all the while. You would think he wouldn’t
be as attentive as he seemed, but if you would ask him about it a few weeks
later, you’d be surprised at how he could still remember every single word you’d
uttered to him that day. He would probably grin at you, and he wouldn’t let you
live the moment down, teasing you at every chance he could get about how he couldn’t
believe you’d thought of him as someone who would be forgetful of what you say.
can’t believe you thought I didn’t love you enough to remember,” are the words
he would say, his eyes glinting in mischief as he looks at you, waiting for
your reaction. When a blush slowly begins to spread on your cheeks, a smug
smile would slowly form on the corners of his lips. He wouldn’t stop teasing
you about it all day, and he wouldn’t stop until he gets you blushing once
more. Be prepared to slap some sense back into him, but only do it if it’s
Shiro, like Keith wouldn’t be quite as
showy with his support. He would sit in the sidelines, smiling as he watches you
thumb through the pages of the book, not quite aware of his presence. He would
listen as you talk about the parts you like and the parts you hate, and he wouldn’t
forget to ask questions every now and then, storing your answers away in his
memory for future references.
Dong Gab was a mature older man, physically. But you knew he was a child at heart. In front of people he was very mature, acting his own age, scolding those who act like children. But around you, he was completely different. And I mean completely different. He’d steal one of your belongings and run around your shared apartment. He’d lay in your lap and ask questions that had nothing to do with what you were talking about. Such as “Baby, do you think there is an alternate universe and humans are animals and the animals are humans?” Some of his questions were just plain weird as hell, you would just stare at him.
You met him through your old friend Dok2, you grew up in the same area. You two were best friends. You treated each other like siblings. You both hated but loved each other. When he finally made it big in the music business, you made it big in the modeling business. And everyone knew of your friendship. They said your friendship was iconic and you enjoyed it being called that. On your birthday Joon Kyung, introduced you to both of his friends, Sung Bin and Don Gab. You thought of Sung Bin just as another brother but there was something about Dong Gab, that you couldn’t just let go. After that night you started to connect with him more and more, until he admitted his feelings for you. You of course, returned the favor and told him of your feelings and you began to date. You had to keep it lowkey for awhile, for only one reason and one reason only. You didn’t know how Joon Kyung was going to feel about you dating one of his best friends. You were scared that they wouldn’t be friends anymore and they would grow to hate each other. But that wasn’t the case. Joon Kyung was the main supporter of your relationship. He was the happiest when the two of you revealed your relationship to him.
He took off work today to spend some time with the love of his life, you. But you planned on doing your shopping today so he just offered to come with you. Now Dong Gab has been shopping before, but never with you. He found it weird that he’s never been shopping with you before. When you shopped, you were there on a mission. You had no time for games. But since Dong Gab he was ruining your mission! You’ve yelled at him twice already and you’ve only been in the store for 10 minutes. You sent him to get rice and eggs. He came back with meat and cheese. Which is not what you asked for. That was the first time. The second time was when he grabbed the wrong kind of bread. You are serious about your bread! If you didn’t have the right one, you weren’t eating.
Now he was following you like a lost puppy down the candy aisle. You hated this aisle with all your heart. All those tempting candies and chocolates. You could barely ignore them. Dong Gab couldn’t at all. He was grabbing sugar, left and right as if there was only a limited supply left. He threw about 9 pounds of candy in the cart. “Stop putting candy in the cart!” You shouted at him. “But Babe!” He whined. “No! I’m not kidding, Dong Gab. Put it all back.” He only only a few bags and put them back, leaving the ones with the most sugar in the cart. You knew it would get no better than that so you left it alone. You walked out of that aisle into another aisle. Dong Gab disappeared into some other aisle. You didn’t care to look to see what aisle he went into. You grabbed a couple of extra things. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Dong Gab holding a huge teddy bear. You couldn’t do anything but smile. “I’m sorry for being an annoying boyfriend. You still love me right?” He asked.
“Of course I still love you. Come here.” He walks closer to you. You give him a small peck on his cheek. His smile warmed your heart more than anything in the world. “Now, let’s hurry up and get out of here. Put the bear in the cart.” You said. You really wanted that bear! Nothing was going to stop you from getting that bear.
Once you reached your apartment, you both put up the groceries and laid on the sofa. You both were worn out. You put your head in his chest and he wrapped his arm around you. “Wanna watch a movie?” He asked. “Yeah. No romantic shit. I’m too tired for that.” He just turned on a random movie and you both drifted off to sleep in each other warm arms.
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Lucifer explodes across reality extinguishing darkness and banishing it to the desolate corners where the fallen creatures weep.
In the end of days, Lucifer’s light will sweep the Earth and cleanse it with fire.
Michael is the silence that waits in the void. He marks the movements of the morning star and feeds it darkness to contradict it’s light and brighten the shine.
The light is swallowed whole by Heaven and it’s never ending pit.
The stars are dying.
The Morning Star is the one who sees it first and stretches out to fill the space, one after the other, another, and another, more and more until Lucifer’s own light is dying.
A final star disappears and Castiel has fallen into the pit that welcomes all comers.
With the last of his strength, Lucifer reaches out to shine in the place of his loyal brother.
In silence, Lucifer finally breaks and the light of the morning star explodes across the universe once again, cleansing all.
The lights converge and then fill every corner, racing across galaxies of thought and eons of time, wiping everything clean.
It all comes to an end with Michael. He stands at the edge of the universe where Lucifer’s light has yet to reach, but when the light is brought to him, he opens his breast and swallows it whole.
His gaping maw of blank nothingness chases the light through every nook and cranny, finding it wherever it exists and snuffing it out with the smothering blackness forever carried with the first born of God. It is the end of all, and Michael is the last to remain, swallowing and smothering light wherever it may be and extinguishing the future with his black, empty truth.
I’m going nuts over SEVENTEEN and still can’t accept how my bias is like literally 5 years younger than me so here ya go
Can you imagine a boyband AU with these precious bbys? I’d follow and sacrifice half of my savings to buy their concert tickets.
Boyband AU headcanon
Midoriya is the group’s precious cinnamon roll, a little shy and generally a sweet boy who everyone just want to protect cause he’s just so adorable. Is the mother of the group, makes sure everyone’s doing okay and is kind enough to fuss over the troublemakers’ wellbeing. He’s an all rounder, sings okay and dances okay, but doesn’t rap because he bit his tongue so hard it bled the last time he tried. He copies the girl group dances so well it’s so adorable. In charge of generally being cute in front of the fans.
Bakugou needs to be reminded constantly to not swear in front of cameras. His bad boy image attracts many fans, and his powerful dances leaves everyone breathless. Doesn’t appear much in variety shows on his own because again, he needs at least two people from the group tagging along just for precaution. Definitely one of the main dancers, and he’s very competitive in the field in the sense that when someone dances he would join and prove that he’s a better dancer, period. Wears tanktops most of the time and to be honest doesn’t really understand why people scream their heads off whenever he does (who doesn’t, look at those muscles gosh).
Todoroki, oh man, definitely one of the main vocal with that voice of his. His rarely changing facial expression in debut trailer is featured on so many magazines, everyone knew about him first before the group. Doesn’t like too much media attention and prefers to stay out of the spotlight, but it’s practically impossible with his heavenly voice. Somehow the sad songs becomes a hundred times sadder when he sings it. Dances adequately, but always ask to be in the side instead of the center except when it was his lines to sing. Can’t be trusted in interviews because he’s too honest for his own good and answers with short, clipped replies.
Kaminari is the cheerful dork who’s the vitamin of the group. He’s always the first to jump into the spotlight, the one who has the loudest cheer out of the whole group, and the nicest member who gives out fanservice for free; he would blow kisses to their fans or hug a fellow member immediately when he’s requested to. Goes out on variety shows a lot and does good at them. Knows a whole lot of celebrities, idols, and actors/actresses. Excels in rapping but is a somewhat clumsy dancer.
Kirishima is another dork member but whose character flips a hundred and eighty degree when he dances. He and Bakugou makes the best dance duo and the screams are unbelieveable whenever it’s their part to dance on their live stages. Literally slings his arm around everyone including Bakugou without hesitation. He’s that member who would strip off his shirt on stage or goes to yank other member’s shirt playfully, causing the fans to go absolutely wild. Is generally nice to his fans and he’s the best in riling them up to heat up the atmosphere on the peak of their concerts.
Iida is officially the father of the group who doesn’t hesistate to scold everyone in front of the fans. Group leader in title because his high sense of responsibility but Midoriya is the one who would start their greeting just because he can bring everyone together. Literally the one who tidies up and makes the dorm a worthy living quarter. Someone give this boy the credit he deserves. Especially quick on his feet and is the fastest at memorizing the steps, but he has a rather stiff upper body.
Satou is that member who does a lot of selfcam and wouldn’t even mind showing how his house looks on the inside to the public. Probably has a pet hamster who is just as famous as him as soon as he start to post photos of them in his Twitter. Has a blog on cake recipes that his fans follow because they’re mostly easy to make and the photos look so good. Would always whip up some sweets for some lucky fans whenever the group is on a tour and accepts lots of gifts on fansign events in return.