#⎿ HAN WOOKIE: ABOUT. ⏋

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

The difference between Chewbacca and Yoda’s longevity is that wookies are responsible adults for most of their lives but Yoda spent so much time in the jedi creche in perpetual babyhood that he has a deeply ingrained youngest sibling energy despite technically always being the oldest and he never really grew out of it for as long as he lived. He was The Baby for so long but all of a sudden he was supposed to be the wise elder? His silliness in ESB is him reverting to his truest self.

[casp1an-sea]

This is one of the scenes I completely memorized!!!!

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

[hwangism143]

𓆩♡𓆪 nicknames. 𓆩♡𓆪

hyung line.

han jisung.

"good morning my pookie wookie snuffle bear."

you look at jisung in confusion, wondering what the hell just came out of jisung's mouth. he was hunched over his cereal when he said, "oh. i couldn't think of one nickname, so i decided to give you them all!"

soon, what seemed like an irritation, became another thing for you to look forward to during your day. you woke up every morning wondering what crazy nickname jisung was going to give you the next day.

the prize however, went to 'better than felix's brownies and any lemon meringue pie.' you really regretted introducing jisung to baking reality tv.

"you do-" jisung hesitated, "you do like these nicknames, right? like they don't annoy you?"

"no," you giggle, "they don't."

placing your forehead on jisung's, you ease his tensions by saying, "i like them. but not as much as i like you."

lee felix.

felix paced around in agitation. "okay, now i feel bad," you whined, "i didn't even put this much thought into a nickname for you. everyone called you sunshine, so i did too!"

"aw, don't feel bad," felix called out in his restless stupor.

you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. initially, he is tense until he relaxes against you and lets out a sigh.

"hey," you say softly, "it's ok."

"no," replies felix, "it's not. it's like a relationship rite of passage."

you roll your eyes at him. "felix. you help me grow and bring out the best in me. that's proof enough of you love. you don't need a nickname to show it as well."

but felix is lost in thought. he mutters something under his breath and he turns to face you, visibly lighting up.

"that's it! i'm sunshine and i help you grow, so that means that you're my..."

you initiate a little drumroll with your feet.

"sunflower!" he finishes triumphantly.

kim seungmin.

"we need to talk."

your heart sunk into your stomach the moment he voiced those four words. nothing ever good came from a conversation succeeding that ill-fated sentence.

"what is it," you ask, hoping he doesn't notice the nervousness in your voice.

"we have to talk about the terms and conditions of our relationship."

"we had a contract?" you ask in confusion.

seungmin looks at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, "an unspoken one, yes. as per what's prescribed, i need to have a nickname for you. i do not, however, have a nickname for you."

relief washes over you, soon replaced by a little bit of exasperation. who on earth would start a conversation so simple with a sentence so daunting? kim seungmin, that's who.

ah, you were in love.

"well," you ask promptly, "what's my nickname?"

"i have thought a lot and," seungmin smirked, "you don't deserve one."

"hey," you laugh, "that's not fair!"

"but you love me either way, sweetheart."

yang jeongin.

"i have made an extremely important decision," jeongin announced promptly. he walked over to you and sat down, a wide smile adorning his face.

"innie, you said that yesterday when you finally decided between glazed or barbecued chicken after pondering over it for twenty minutes," you reply endearingly. jeongin had a bit of a... indecisiveness problem.

"but, honey, really," a smirk started to play on his lips.

"honey? that's new," you ask in confusion. the way he said it with a low tone made warmth (and ungodly thoughts) seep into your body.

"exactly, yeobo," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

"so. what was the decision," you're beginning to get slightly impatient, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"from now onwards," he haughtily proclaims, "you are no longer to be referred to as y/n. you are now christened as honey or yeobo, depending on my mood."

you laugh into his chest, mocking his extremely poor british accent and blushing at his newfound names for you.

[lixie-phoria]

listen. I know this may seem weird but I've been thinking about how the boys would save their gfs name in their phone and it has me feeling soft :( chan is for sure the type to put something adorable like darling or sweetheart. What do you think about the others?

it's not weird at all dw!! it's quite adorable actually. thank you so much for requesting :)

ੈ✩‧➛ how bf!skz would save your contact

🎧 ┆ CHAN : he's the sweetest :( like you said, he'd probably save it as my love <3, sweetheart :), loml <3 or something along those lines :')

🎧 ┆ LEE KNOW : he loves annoying you so he probably has it saved as smth like money leech or menace. but he would definitely change it if you don't like it into something worse !!

🎧 ┆ CHANGBIN : he changes your name on his phone very often because he cannot decide which one he finds cuter. the type to give you an adorable nickname and then put a bunch of heart and flower emojis beside it

🎧 ┆ HYUNJIN : this man is such a hopeless romantic :( watch him change your name to my muse before y'all even started dating. he's adorable and gets super shy when you find out he referred to you as that even before you were together

🎧 ┆HAN : he's like changbin! will give you the most adorable nickname and add a bunch of emojis that remind him of you &lt;3 sometimes he might change it to embarrassing stuff like my little pookie wookie bear 🐻🥺 hahaha

🎧 ┆ FELIX : the type to match contact names!! if you save him as my sushine he'd probably save you as my starlight. its so adorable and vv felix-core

🎧 ┆ SEUNGMIN : yn ln. uses your birth name with a full stop and everything. he will do anything to get on your nerves.

🎧 ┆ JEONGIN : the type to put some adorable name like chan but he'd be a lot more secretive about it :( will get so flustered when you first notice what your name is saved as. and don't even get me started on how shy he'd get if the members ever find out HAHA

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @laylasbunbunny (send an ask to be added/removed)

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[charliedawn]

Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

[scalematey]

can i say something really funny about nerdy prudes must die. i'm sure i'm late to the party on this one but there's a very funny star wars thing going on with pete seeing himself as han solo ("i know"/"kiss a wookie"), coupled with the way that he's ready to sacrifice himself in the framing of said "i know" scene. if pete is han then steph is leia, because pete's love interest + "brawn and the brains" + princess = mayor's daughter. and to round off the trio this therefore implies by elimination that grace chastity is luke skywalker. which also further implies that becoming a pawn of the lords in black is kind of like the twisted evil hatchetfield version of becoming one with the force. now another significant point in this musical is that in the choreography for nerdy prudes must die the song, max picks up richie and force chokes him, implying that max fulfills the darth vader role in the musical (evil sith lord + everyone thought he was dead but he wasn't i guess). anyway what i'm saying is wouldn't it be really funny if grace chastity had a freudian psychosexual relationship to max jagerman because of the star warsian implications

[miel-ji]

All I Ask

Genre: fluff 

Pairing: Han x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3k

Warning: lots of (cheesy) pet names, lots of kissing, suggestive, some language, Han makes a couple innuendos 🤷‍♀️, appearances from some of the members

Summary: Jisung had planned to go out on a date with you, but you both decided you’d have more fun together just staying in. 

A/N: based on this request!! Hope you enjoy this one just as much 🤍

Dating an idol certainly came with its quirks, but you knew that it was worth it for Han Jisung. You had to get used to his schedule which meant that sometimes you’d get to spend everyday together while others you’d go a week or more without hanging out, but you were willing to deal with it for your star boy. Jisung certainly tried his best to make up for the times that you didn’t get to spend together even though you reassured him that you didn’t blame him for it. No matter how many times you told him that just being together was enough, he still insisted on making sure you felt as special as you made him feel. 

It had been a long week without him, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him terribly. He was busy doing some promotion in a different country, and you were both counting down the days until you’d be reunited. Whenever your relationship would have to be long distance, Jisung would incessantly text you and ask for updates on what you were doing. Some would think this clingy, but it always brightened your day when you got another silly selfie from him doing even the most mundane of things. 

As the time got closer and closer to when he’d be back, he excitedly planned out a date with you that he wanted to take you on as soon as he returned. On your phone call after his fan meet when he still had adrenaline coursing through him, he lively babbled about taking you out into the city and doing something exciting. You entertained all of his ideas and even offered some of your own like karaoke or even clubbing, hyped up on his energy. Soon you had both settled on a plan and felt restless to see each other again. 

However, as your plan sunk in, you started thinking about if that would actually be enjoyable. With Jisung, you always had a good time, but after a long week, you weren’t so sure you wanted a night out in the city. You were worried to tell him this since he sounded so excited on the phone, but once you were together again, he could tell something was on your mind. What you weren’t expecting was for him to be relieved that you wanted to change your date idea, and you both agreed that a night in together sounded much more fun. 

“Hey my pookie wookie,” Jisung cooed at you while wrapping himself around you and nuzzling his nose further into the crook of your neck as he said each pet name. 

You squealed at the ticklish feeling and tried to shy away from him, but he held you firmly, “Sungie!” You giggled when he looked up at you, his face mere inches away and your noses brushing. 

He wore a sweet smile as he questioned you innocently, “what?” You quirked a brow at him that explained you knew what he was doing, and you turned your head to where you felt a disgusted Hyunjin’s eyes on you. 

“Do you have to be that whipped for each other right here? In the kitchen?” He gave you a long side eye before digging through the preworkout containers in the cabinet to find his snack. 

“Sorry but I won’t feel bad for showing my baby boo the love she deserves.” Han grinned widely at the even cheesier pet name before giving you a loud peck on the lips. 

Hyunjin groaned and covered his face while cringing even harder. Changbin walked out of his room a second later, “Binnie, where are you going? I need to get away from the love birds!” Hyunjin asked urgently while rushing to his side.

“The gym-” 

“Ew, nevermind. I’ll go see if Yongbok or Seungmin want to hang out.” 

Hyunjin squeezed past the two of you and left a dumbfounded Changbin behind. “What did I just walk into? Is Jisung using those sappy names again?” He narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at him. 

“Yes, and he’s holding me hostage!” You jokingly tried to climb out of his arms again, but he was quick to pull you back in each time. 

Changbin just shrugged, “He’s your boyfriend.” He answered before also slipping past you two and heading to the gym. When the door closed behind him, you were met by a silence that meant you were the only ones in the apartment now. 

You playfully swatted at his arms that were still around your waist, and he finally let you go with a pout. “Why do you love annoying your members so much?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to shower you with all my love and attention all the time.” He replied as if this argument had been rehearsed and used many times. He let that answer hang in the air for a moment before speaking up with a twinkle of mischief shining in his eyes, “... and it’s funny. I mean, did you see Hyunjin’s face.” He laughed loudly at this, and his contagious laughter caused giggles to also spill from your lips. 

“It is kinda funny,” You relented. 

“I knew you thought so, honey bunny,” he smiled proudly at you. You didn’t even have time to show your teasing disdain for the latest cheesy pet name because he caught you off guard by picking you up. You squeaked and hooked your arms and legs around him, and Jisung’s hands supported you with a firm grip on your ass. 

It’s easy to forget how strong your boyfriend is with his oversized baggy supreme t-shirt and cute squishy smile, but he always found a way to remind you. “What are you doing?” You asked flustered, but he ignored you and carried you into the living room. He dumped you on your back so you were lying across the couch. 

He climbed on top of you and settled himself between your legs, cradling your face in his hands, “We have the whole apartment to ourselves.” He reminded you with a smirk, his smooth thick voice having dropped a couple octaves. “You know what that means…” his voice was dripping honey as he flashed you a wicked smile. 

“Oh, I do?” You played innocent, tilting your head up in a thinking gesture, but he just shook his head and leaned down to capture your lips in a long kiss. 

You gripped his t-shirt as he tried to deepen the kiss, but you couldn’t contain the manifestation of all the giddiness you were feeling inside in the form of a smile against his lips. He pulled away whining, but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips too “babeee, let me kiss youuu.” 

“Then come here,” you teased. Your hands found purchase in his soft hair as he nipped at your bottom lip and soothed over the sting with his tongue before coaxing your mouth open. You sighed breathily as his tongue licked into your mouth, and your heart was pounding in your chest as things were heating up. He lowered his weight fully on you as he explored all of your mouth, and with him being so close, your body felt on fire. 

You gently pulled on his long locks which elicited an involuntary and delicious groan from him. He tugged at your abused lower lip in response to hear your whimpers which spurred his hands to explore as well. He propped himself on one elbow to give him the room to slide one hand down your body agonizingly slow as he traced over every curve. When he reached the hem of your shirt, he changed course as he slid his palm over the smooth expanse of your skin. 

You arched into his touch, and he moved his mouth to trail hot kisses along your jaw. “Jisung,” you gasped and gripped his bicep as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck. “Wait, babe, wait,” you pushed at his shoulders to get his attention and took a moment to catch your breath as he halted his ministrations.

He looked down at you through hooded eyes, his swollen lips shiny and a light flush creeping up his neck to his cheeks, “what’s wrong, baby?” You suddenly felt shy under his lustful gaze. His hand had snaked down to grip your hip, and his thumb was drawing light circles on your exposed skin. Every touch of his brought you goosebumps, and you tried to think clearly through the haze that was Jisung. 

“We need to build our cozy fort for our date,” you reminded him once you found the words, and he looked at you bemused. 

“That’s what you’re worried about,” his siren eyes quickly turned back into his soft doe ones as he giggled. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, and explained matter of factly, “It’s what we had planned, yes. And I need to kick your ass in Mario Kart.” 

Jisung scoffed at that response and playfully rolled his eyes, “yeah, okay. You’re on, sweet cheeks.” He kissed you on your cheek before climbing off of you and helping you up from the couch. 

You and Jisung had found every blanket, pillow, and cozy thing that you could in order to put together your fort, but the construction unsurprisingly took longer. You and Jisung would successfully get one blanket up just to accidentally topple over your previous progress which would then prompt a pillow fight, knocking over any success. You couldn’t complain when it left you both in stitches, laughing so hard over it that your sides hurt and there were almost tears in your eyes. You were both still recovering, little aftershocks of giggles leaving your lips as you settled into the finished fort tucked into Jisung’s side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap as he set up the game. 

You admired the way the bright colors from the screen splashed on his smooth skin, and the reflection in his eyes made them look like they held the galaxy. Your eyes fell on his lips that were slightly parted in concentration, but suddenly pulling into a smirk as he caught you staring. “It’ll be easier to win than I thought if you’re just staring at me like that the whole time. Are you sure you’re going to be able to focus, baby?” He teased, his eyebrows furrowing with fake concern. 

You playfully scowled at him, trying to ignore the light pink that dusted your cheeks, “I wasn’t staring… you just have something on your face.” You quickly recovered. 

His smug look was gone as he wiped at cheeks, “what? Where?” 

“Riiight there,” you pretended like you were going to point to a spot before throwing popcorn at his face. 

“Hey!” His shout of surprise dissolved into a chuckle as he held his hands up to block the attack. He quickly snatched the bowl from your lap while you were busy laughing before raising an eyebrow at you in challenge. “Don’t start something you can’t finish babe.” 

“I always finish.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest coolly. 

“Oh, I know.” He said suggestively and winked at you before you widened your eyes and gaped at him. 

You huffed and asked exasperatedly “can we just play the game?” You reached for your controller and focused your attention on the screen, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks once again. 

Jisung leaned over and kissed your cheek before you both prepared your characters and karts for the race. You were good at this game having played it many times with friends, but so was he as you spent most of the game neck and neck. You couldn’t help but giggle each time he would curse under his breath being hit by one of your shells or bananas until he returned the favor. He pulled ahead into first when a blue shell hit you out of nowhere, so you had to think quickly to get back in first. 

You toppled over into his lap, momentarily distracting him as he tried to race with one hand and adjust you in his lap with the other. “Trying to play dirty, huh?” He whispered in your ear, arms wrapping around you to hold you in place on his lap, and he rested his controller in yours. You ignored the shivers down your spine his breath fanning against your ear caused, and you both resumed your competition. 

Jisung quickly recovered in the last lap, much to your amazement, and you were right back to where you started, fighting hard for first place. The finish line was in sight, and you leaned forward in anticipation as you held on to your first place spot. You were just about to win when his perfectly timed banana peel caused you to spin out, and he claimed victory.

“Nooo!” You shouted out, but it was drowned out by his voice at the same time. 

“Yesss! I did it!” He wrapped his arms tightly around you and gave you an excited squeeze as he buried his face in the crook of your neck to leave little kisses there. 

You tensed up in his arms even though you were thoroughly enjoying his affection, “how did my plan not work?” You whined. 

Jisung laughed as he pulled away from your neck to look at you, arms still securely around your middle. “What’s wrong, pouty baby?” He cooed at you teasingly. “Need me to kiss it better?” 

You pretend to think it over before facing him again to be met with a bright smile that lit up all of his features. His eyes sparkled with love and amusement as he looked you over, and you couldn’t help your own smile forming on your face. “Mm, that might help…” 

At your words, he didn’t hesitate leaning over and slotting his lips against yours in another kiss. His hand cupped your jaw to tilt your head as he kissed you slowly, taking his time with you. You relaxed against his firm chest as his hand traveled to the back of your head, acting as a pillow as he flipped you over onto your back before you could even register it. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips, and he smirked as he leaned over you, causing your heart to momentarily flutter from the way his hair framed his devilishly handsome features. 

He dipped his head wanting to kiss you again when the sound of the front door opening and two of the members walking in caused him to freeze. He brought a finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture to which you rolled your eyes, and he pulled away to sit next to you. 

You recognized the voices as Hyunjin and Felix, and when they entered the living room, Felix let out an excited squeal while you could practically hear Hyunjin rolling his eyes. “Of course there’s a blanket fort in the living room.” He said with a scoff, but there was a playful lilt to his voice. 

You looked over at Jisung, and you both had to cover your mouths with your hands in order not to burst out laughing. Everything was silent for a second except for the boys’ footsteps as they approached the fort, and a second later, Felix’s head was peeking in at the entrance. You and Jisung jumped at his sudden appearance before falling over in laughter as Felix just lifted a confused eyebrow at you and crawled the rest of the way in. 

“Woah, this is a cool set up,” Felix admired the fairy lights and cozy atmosphere. 

“Hey! You’re not allowed in here. This is for Y/n and me only,” Jisung tried to state firmly, but Felix and Hyunjin were already settling into the fort beside you. 

“Aw, come on Jisungie. Look how cute he is. Can’t we keep him,” you gave him your best pleading eyes, and Felix nuzzled into you as a cat would. You laughed softly and threw your arm around his shoulders, scratching the top of his head. 

Jisung eyed the two of you before he dramatically let his hands flop down at his sides as you continued showing them attention, offering them popcorn and talking with them animatedly. “But this is our date,” he whined. 

Felix giggles at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he does so. “Ooo, he’s jealous.” 

“Oh look, he’s pouting.” Hyunjin joined in on the teasing. 

You looked over to see Jisung’s plump lips formed in an exaggerated pout, and his cheeks looked even more squishy. “Aw, now who’s the pouty baby?” You mewed at him, and you leaned over to playfully pinch his cheek. 

He narrowed his eyes at you all as his lips pulled into a thin line, now rounding his cheeks. “I’m not jealous,” he mumbled. 

“Oh, so you don’t mind if we stay,” Felix said casually with a wave of his hand. 

“Absolutely not,” he immediately answered, causing you and the other two boys to raise your eyebrows at him. 

He huffed, “Okay, whatever. Can I just have my girlfriend back, please?” 

“All you had to do was ask,” Hyunjin said with a smirk. You saw the familiar glint of mischief flash in Jisung’s eyes, and for a second, you thought he might try to tackle Hyunjin. However, they were already starting to make their way to the exit of the fort. 

“Hey Felix…” Jisung called out right before he could fully leave. Felix turned around, eyes wide in questioning. “...Could you bring us the snacks?” He asked. Felix picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at him, and he yelped as he dodged it. 

“Snacks?” You heard Hyunjin excitedly question somewhere outside. “Quick Lix, to the kitchen!” 

“Noo, not the snacks!” You exclaimed but couldn’t actually be bothered to leave the confines of your comfy fort to go defend them. 

Jisung sighed, but he was grabbing your hand and pulling you back into him. “It’s okay. I can think of something that’s better anyway,” he said. You let your eyes flutter closed as his lips brushed yours once again.

[iliumheightnights]

Han solo x m! Reader

Reader is fixing something on the ship while Han is tinkering with something on the upper level. Reader finishes a lot faster than Han thought he would. Han was already done with his. He was just walking around whistling throwing and catching a wrench. They start talking about their pasts *Reader is a hired hand* Han takes Reader under his wing and they fall in love ❤️

Han's whistling stopped real quick when he saw M/n stand up. He turned around and wiped the sweat off his brow. Leaving a grease stain behind. "There! Done." Han lifted a finger and pointed at him. "How'd you get that done so fast?"

M/n shrugged. "I've been on ships most of my life. Parents were mechanics on board republic ships since before the Clone Wars. Empire came around and kicked them out. Now I just travel looking for work." Han nodded, taking in the information. "Hmmm." "What about you? What's your deal? Obviously a smuggler. I'm guessing life sucked and you wanted to get out of it? Looked for anything to escape."

Han crossed his arms and looked annoyed. "Really? What kind of Bantha herder do you take me for? Maybe I just like flying."

It was M/n's time to cross his arms. He then pointed his wrench at Han. "You're best friends with a Wookie who owes you a life debt, running from a Hutt you owe money too, and your ship is barely holding together. yeah, that all fits someone who wanted to escape. Am I wrong?"

Han looked anywhere but him. "Maybe. But is that so wrong?"

At that M/n smiled. "Not at all actually. I can respect that. I like a man who takes charge of his destiny. Now excuse me. I need to fix that part YOU pretended to fix."

Han watched M/n walk off and let out a whistle. "Wow."

[jebewonmorelike]

Whatever You Say, President-nim

Part Two of "So You Can Do Yours"

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part one: "so you can do yours" wc: 2.6k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: mentions of food-- specifically gunwook saying he skips lunch to get to work quicker (he's fine, he's just in love), lots of fluff, reader is a bit angsty bc they are missing out on being a kid/young adult/student summary: younganddumbCEO!reader offers to pick up assistant!gunwook at his university one afternoon to "help get him to work on time" ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ so after you read this... you will notice its still open-ended. i really liked this little story i'm crafting for wookie so i think i'll have one more part to it! i really wanted to write this; i definitely got a lot of intrinsic joy out of it and that is what i've been missing from my writing recently. it was super fun to write-- i hope the couple of friends who have asked about a part 2 enjoy this too!! thanks for supporting me on this quasi-break, it means a lot. please give me any feedback you have no matter how small; i just love hearing that you liked it. :)

“It’s almost there, but...” You whisper to yourself, carefully dotting your paint brush to the canvas to touch up the mossy bank in the bottom right corner. Creating a deeper shadow in the greenery, you smile as you imagine what your assistant will say when he sees your progress.

Gunwook typically requests that you save your painting for when he’s working so that he can adequately cover all your job-related duties for you. You know you should be responding to your emails or reviewing the paperwork he finished for you yesterday to better familiarize yourself with it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. The idea of adding deeper shadow to the green areas of the painting had come to you last night in a dream and you’d been bursting at the seams to follow through on it since you woke up this morning.

What time is it? You wonder, glancing up at the clock above your doorframe to find that it’s almost 1 P.M. On Thursdays, Gunwook clocked in at 1:30 P.M. after finishing his classes at his university for the day. Just a little bit longer...

“President-nim?” The voice of Secretary Lee over the intercom breaks your focus from your painting. The small brush you're holding tumbles from your hand, a dot of dark green landing onto the perfect pale blue sky. You close your eyes, inhaling for four seconds and exhaling for six-- the breathing exercise that your assistant had introduced to you last month to cope with your frustration and anxiety at work.

With the amount of times you’d had to use it to keep yourself from impulsively firing his own mother, you’re sure Gunwook was glad he’d found the right one for you.

You pick up your paintbrush calmly and place it into the mason jar of water on your desk before leaning over to the intercom and pressing the microphone button. “Yes?”

“Could I come have a word with you, President-nim?” She asks politely, but hurriedly. “It’s a bit urgent.”

“Come in, Secretary,” you agree, shutting the top of your desk quickly to conceal your artspace. You throw some papers that Gunwook had completed yesterday for you across your desk in an attempt to make yourself look busy. 

With a soft knock at the door, Secretary Lee enters as you pretend to study some of the papers-- tapping the base of a ballpoint pen to your chin in faux concentration.

“President-nim,” Secretary Lee greets with a bow as she makes her way up to your desk. She glances down at the papers you’re pretending to fill out, eyes lingering a bit too long. “Are you very busy with paperwork?”

“Oh, um,” you start, nodding a bit too hastily. “Yes, but please share with me what you need to.”

After a moment of continued suspicion, Secretary Lee finally moves on, responding, “I have to leave now to get the plans you approved from the Engineering Sector this morning to Board Executive Han in Incheon. He requested they be delivered immediately to his office.”

“That sounds great,” you reply with a nod. “Thank you for letting me know. I’ll get back to work now.”

“Well, there’s--,” Secretary Lee says quickly, bowing slightly in apology for the continued interruption. “There’s a slight problem that I have to make you aware of.”

You frown, an eyebrow raising expectantly. 

“The drive isn’t too long and I don’t mind making it,” she prefaces, clasping her hands together. “But it will interfere with my lunch break and... That's when I pick up my son from his university and bring him to work. He can take the bus, but there've been long delays recently so I’ve been driving him to and from school so he isn’t late.”

“Ah,” you reply, placing your pen down on the table. 

“So I wanted to apologize and warn you that Gunwook could be very late today,” Secretary Lee says, fidgeting with a button on her coat. “I’m sorry about this, President-nim.”

To your embarrassment, a flood of disappointment hits you. You’d been really looking forward to showing your assistant the new additions to your painting.

And drinking his expertly-made coffee. And being both offended and impressed by at least one unavoidable and perfectly crafted new insult. And seeing that genuine, absolutely magnetic smile...

“I can pick him up.”

The offer slips out impulsively. Looking up at Secretary Lee, you notice that she’s somehow much less surprised by it than you are.

“Are you sure, President-nim?” She asks with a small smile. “That’s a lot of trouble to ask of you. You’re so busy right now with all of this paperwork!”

“I am so busy with paperwork, yes," you nod, putting on your most convincing performance. "But I... I actually was going to run something over to my mother’s office, so...”

“Ah,” Secretary Lee affirms with a nod. “Then if it’s no trouble, I’m sure Gunwook would love that, President-nim.”

Your face flushes slightly at her words. You wish she hadn’t told you that her son had finally agreed to be your assistant after he’d seen a picture of you. It was wildly unprofessional.

But even worse, it sometimes made you... think things.

Like maybe when Gunwook smiled at you, he wasn’t just trying to please his boss. Like maybe he actually liked you. Even just as a friend. Maybe he really meant all of his niceties. That wasn't something you often experienced in your life.

“Right,” you reply finally, shaking your head a bit to stop the thought spiral. “Well, have a safe drive, Secretary Lee.”

“You as well, President-nim,” she says, glancing at your paperwork one more time. “Do you need new pens to be ordered for you?”

You tilt your head to the side confusedly. “Why do you say that?”

“Your writing isn’t as neat as it usually is, President-nim,” Secretary Lee says; the hint of a smirk appearing on her lips. “You’re starting to write chicken scratch... just like my son!"

“Very funny,” you deadpan, shooing her towards the door with your hand. “I do my own paperwork, Secretary Lee.”

“Of course, President-nim,” she allows with a laugh as she opens the door to your office and steps outside. “Whatever you say, President-nim!”

Like mother, like son.

__________________________________________

Pulling into a parking spot in front of Yonsei University’s Yonhee Hall, you quickly notice a small group of students in front of you ogling your car. In your high hopes to feel nostalgic and comfortable on a university campus again, you’d completely forgotten about the spectacle that is your baby blue 2024 Porsche 911.

Grabbing your phone and keys and stuffing them into your back pockets, you open the car door and climb out-- a chorus of excited whispers when the three students in front of you see your face.

“Whoah,” one boy says in disbelief. “Expensive car AND good-looking? That's just not fair."

“A student could never afford that car,” the girl next to him whispers back as you start to walk over to where they’re standing in front of the steps to the building. 

“I’m not a student,” you reply, which visibly shocks the girl and her friends. “Did you guys just get out of class?”

“At 1:15, yeah. Public Policy Analysis,” a shorter boy next to her replies. With a timid smile, he continues, “We’re heading to eat. Do you wanna join us?”

The girl hits his arm. “Don’t be so desperate.”

“Sorry,” the boy says quickly.

“Let’s just go,” the taller boy says. “Gunwook never comes to eat with us anyway-- I don’t know why you continue to insist that we invite him.”

You notice how the girl looks away in what appears to be embarrassment. Had this girl fallen for Gunwook, too?

You did not just think ‘too’.

You clear your throat, quickly repeating, “Gunwook?”

“Yeah, he’s our friend, sort of, who--...” The shorter boy starts to explain for you (which is very kind of him, considering you’re a total stranger), but his attention suddenly shifts to the top of the building steps behind you. “Oh there he is. Gunwook-ah!”

You turn around slowly to find Gunwook staring back at you wide-eyed. Noticing his black university hoodie and his Adidas joggers, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and his un-styled hair falling into his eyes... you have to physically swallow down the lump of anxiety that’s formed in your throat.

“(Y/N)?” Gunwook asks, running down the building steps to you. “What are you doing here?”

“Y-your mom had to deliver something in Incheon,” you reply nonchalantly as your downright adorable assistant flops his way down to you; towering over you from the step above and smiling.

"So you came to rescue me?" He asks with a smirk.

“Gunwook-ah,” the girl beside you calls, the slightest air of annoyance in her voice. “Is this your friend?”

“Yeah-- or... Um,” Gunwook stumbles as he grins at you. “My boss, actually.”

“You’re Gunwook's boss? I thought you worked for the President of KCTech Company,” the taller boy replies, eyeing you up and down suspiciously.

Gunwook nods-- not once taking his eyes off of you. “I do.”

“The President of KCTech Company is a teenager?” The girl scoffs, folding her arms in front of her chest.

“I turned 20 last month,” you correct with a grimace.

“Whoah,” the shorter boy whispers in awe. “So are you part of a chaebol family?”

Both of his friends issue a punch to his arms. “Sorry,” he says quickly.

“It’s okay. I am,” you say, shaking your head dismissively. “But I anxiously await you political science majors striking my family down with new policies in the future.”

“Okay, and we’re leaving,” Gunwook says, taking your arm and dragging you the rest of the way down the stairs with him.

“But I meant it,” you protest, trying to keep yourself from fully processing that Gunwook has now engulfed your hand in his gigantic one and seems to have no plans to let it go.

“I know you meant it, but we don’t need three university students selling a story to a tabloid about how the President of KCTech challenged them to economic warfare after class,” Gunwook explains with a sigh. As he pulls you towards your car, you hear the group of friends still mumbling about the interaction they just witnessed.

“Am I going crazy or is Gunwook... holding his boss’s hand?” The taller boy asks, wiping his eyes with his fists to make sure he’s seeing clearly.

The shorter boy laughs. “I'm pretty sure he also used informal speech.”

“Whatever,” you hear the girl huff sadly as Gunwook opens your car door for you and gestures for you to get in.

Once you’re inside your car, Gunwook shuts the door for you and makes his way to the other side. That’s when you realize... you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat.

Gunwook opens the driver’s side door and hops inside; watching as his classmates talk amongst each other-- debating whether or not to start to head to lunch. Your assistant waves to them happily through the front window.

“What are you doing?” You ask, shocked at your assistant’s actions.

“Waving to my friends,” he answers dumbly.

“Why are you acting like you’re about to drive my car!?” You exclaim, hand flying to his shoulder to shake him a bit.

Gunwook smirks at you. “Because I am.”

“No, no, no, no,” you squeeze his shoulder harder. “No, you are not.”

“You wouldn’t embarrass me in front of my classmates,” Gunwook challenges, batting his eyelashes cutely. “Would you, President-nim?”

Every time you think your assistant’s gone as far as he can go, he always pushes you a bit further. And you’d be bold-faced lying if you said you didn’t love it.

“Gunwookie,” you whine rather unprofessionally. “Ugh, fine. But if you crash this car, I swear I’m gonna--.”

Gunwook presses the start button on the car excitedly, fastening his seatbelt before pulling out of the parking space without looking both ways.

“Please, Gunwookie,” you beg, fastening your seatbelt frantically. “I really like this car. It’s the only present my father’s ever gotten me that I actually liked.”

The boy tenses a bit, meeting your gaze and nodding quietly in agreement before pressing the gas pedal with his foot at a responsible velocity. Gunwook drives through the campus and out onto the main road diligently, stopping for 3 seconds at stop signs, minding crosswalks, and breaking gradually. He’s a good driver-- which shouldn’t come as much of a shock to you, considering he’s good at pretty much everything he does.

He’d even painted some pretty convincing trees last week when you’d shown him the brush technique before you left work. 

“How come you don’t drive more often?” You ask, reaching to your back pocket and pulling out your phone. “Your mom has to drive you to work every day.”

“I don’t have a car,” Gunwook answers, signaling a turn. “Or a license.”

Your phone drops from your hands into your lap. “WHAT!?”

“Relax! I have a permit,” he says with a laugh as your hands fly to cover your face in despair. “You’re supervising me, President-nim. I know you won’t let anything bad happen to your favorite assistant.”

“The ice is so thin, Wookie.”

The nickname leaves your lips before you can consider its implications. Gunwook clears his throat awkwardly, focusing back on the road. You continue in silence for a bit, looking out the window as Gwanghwamun approaches. But there’s something you still want to say before you reach the office building.

“Gunwook-ah?”

The boy glances at you expectantly. “Yes, President-nim?”

“Those kids,” you start, watching as his grip on the steering wheel slips gradually to a more comfortable position. “They said they keep asking you to go to lunch after class with them.”

“Oh,” he replies, nodding as he sucks his teeth. “One, they're not kids-- they're literally a year younger than you and so am I. And, two, I don’t really have time. I have to get to the office by 1:30 to--”

“One, you're two years younger than me. And two, come at 2:30 from now on,” you interject. Gunwook’s eyebrows knit with confusion, but you continue, “Eat lunch with your classmates while you can.”

Your assistant’s expression softens as he meets your gaze, but you think you would prefer that he didn’t look at you with this much pity again any time soon.

“You’ll regret not spending more time doing fun things like that when you can’t anymore,” you explain, tugging at the skin around your nails. “You should be doing things you enjoy, is what I mean.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Gunwook says with a smile. “I’ll eat lunch with my classmates more often. But...”

You raise an eyebrow as Gunwook pulls into a parking spot on the street-- one that luckily doesn’t require him to parallel. He’s a good driver, but you’re not ready to test his skills that much. Pushing the engine button to turn the car off, Gunwook leans back in his seat and turns to look at you.

“I hope you know I also enjoy working, too,” he says; a cheeky grin lighting up his face as he adds, “With you.”

You pout at him to combat the smile that’s desperately trying to creep onto your face. “Who wouldn’t enjoy working with me?”

“Literally every person you’ve ever hired,” he throws back at you.

There’s not much you can say. He’s right. Which begs the question...

“Why do you like working with me?”

Gunwook hums contentedly. “There’s a lot of reasons.”

“Huh,” you reply, still admiring him in his street clothes. Unfortunately picking up Gunwook after class had only made your desire to be normal grow stronger. If things were different, maybe you would’ve met Gunwook in the dining hall on campus-- stared at him in his round glasses until one day you finally worked up the courage to speak to him. You’d have friends instead of employees. Art classes instead of meetings. Parties instead of paperwork. “They must be pretty good reasons to ditch lunch with your friends.”

“I actually usually skip lunch altogether so I can see you quicker,” he rebuts; eyes widening in panic as soon as he realizes what he’s just said. “I--... I mean, get to you quicker. You know... For work. And stuff.”

Gunwook was not known to throw an “and stuff” around very often-- he’s usually more eloquent and thoughtful when he speaks. The way his cheeks start to flush as he blinks at you; lips pouted like a baby chick... It's enough to make you wonder if his words might not have been a simple misspeaking, but rather a truth that slipped out accidentally.

“Come on,” you call, unfastening your seatbelt and opening the car door-- stepping out onto the sidewalk and waiting for your assistant to follow. Gunwook hops out of the car before sheepishly joining you on the sidewalk. You head towards the doors of your office building, but then, much to Gunwook’s surprise, continue to walk past them.

“President-nim?” He calls after you. “Where are you going?”

“To lunch,” you answer over your shoulder. “My assistant’s been going hungry in order to report to his boss on time! We don’t want a headline about that, do we?”

Hearing footsteps pounding against the pavement to catch up with you, your arm brushes against Gunwook’s as he falls into step beside you. “He does it willingly, though, (Y/N).”

“Not anymore, he doesn’t,” you reply, eyes focused on the road ahead of you in an effort to ignore his use of your name. “From now on, my favorite assistant will eat well and he’ll like it.”

Gunwook laughs next to you and you make the deadly mistake of looking up at him. He smiles at you fondly through the fringe that’s falling in his eyes and says softly:

“Whatever you say, President-nim.”

[la-colombe-noire22]

Oh damn, so we posting OCs in this fandom? Lemme just drop this here

This is Maria Melendez, or if you guys remember in episode 7 when Marcel was talking to Gaston about "that airhead Marinette?"

Here she is!

Maria is from Mexico and the daughter of landowners in the central state of Jalisco. Maria is 17 at the beginning of the show, born on July 23, 1922. Her Uncle, Professor Eufemio Cervantes is a former WW1 vet who fought for France, and his son Carlos Cervantes fought in the Spanish Civil War on the side of the Republic.

Maria had escaped a rather bad situation back home in Mexico, and is now under the care of her uncle and older cousin. At first, while reserved and curious, she later opens up and finds a lot in common with Pierre. Both being older siblings who had to shoulder the burden of running the house as teenagers. Pierre keeps his crush for Maria a bit more subtle, while Maria is already ready for the wedding and the kids.

That is, until the German occupation rears its ugly head. Not to mention Hans has also taken a shine to Maria, mostly to spite Pierre for attempting to stand up to him. I got way more to say, but I'm busy writing a silly fanfic about it.

Art above is made by my beloved pookie wookie bookie @sebwayboi 🥰😚💖

Bonus content because:

[antianakin]

Funny thing about the Mandoclone idea is that the Clones are in a unique position to experience a ton of different cultures as well as having their own on Kamino.

Via the Clone Wars they'd have the chance to experience the culture of the Jedi, Ryloth, Courusant, Kashyyyk and any other allied planet where they may have spent an extended period period of time. As compared to Mandalore which was an unaligned system that didn't interact much with them.

Like imagine if instead of "vode" the 212th used the word "nera" after Waxer and Boil introduced it to them from their time on Ryloth.

A group of Clones spend a long time living with the Wookies and adopt some of their behavior.

They spend a bunch of time on Courusant and get used to big city living.

There're limitless possibilities for the different divisions to branch out into their own miniature cultures based on who their Jedi is and the kind of people they meet out in the Galaxy. I don't know why people fixate on Mandalore.

I imagine people fixate on Mandalore because there's a lot of EU content and lore describing what Mando culture might look like which has spawned a lot of fandom engagement sort-of expanding on what Mando culture is and could be. Mandoclones are just... simple and easy. You never have to put a ton of work or thought into them, tbh, because everyone who goes for it just copy/pastes some variation on Mando culture onto the clones and calls it a day: armor means everything, they say riduurok vows or whatever, they speak Mando'a and call each other vod/vod'e, they exchange gauntlets as a form of courtship or marriage ritual, they adopt everything that moves, they like spicy food. I don't even CARE about Mandos and have never sought out fics about them or read a single book from the EU that focuses on them, but I feel like I know basically everything there is to know about them because I've read a lot of fics with clones in them that repeat the exact same things over and over.

Whereas having to go for, say, Wookie culture or even Twi'lek culture via Ryloth means having to be a lot more creative with your headcanons because you're likely going to have to come up with most of it yourself since they're VASTLY less examined in Star Wars than the Mandos have been (at least, so far as I'm aware of). It just takes more work and not everybody wants to go for that in fanfic when the easy simple obvious route is right there for the taking and it's probably in your head via osmosis anyway (despite the fact that canon doesn't showcase almost any of these traits).

But I am immensely tickled by the idea of a bunch of clones bonding with wookies during the war and learning how to understand the language the way Han does and absolutely loving the idea of living in trees and stuff and in a happy fix-it AU they just move to Kashyyyk and get adopted by a wookie family.

I'd love to see more stories of clones getting invested in various different cultures. Clones who go to Pantora because they love the cold snowy weather and the various different festivities Pantora has involving winter and snow and ice and the pretty fuzzy clothing they wear to keep warm. Clones who love Tatooine or Jakku because it might be a hive of scum and villainy in some of the towns, but deserts have their own beauty. Clones joining the community on Kiros after the war as they recover from the trauma of Kadavo and find peace. Clones who figure out a way to live alongside aquatic species like Mon Cala and Nautolans because they're still drawn to water worlds even years after leaving Kamino and they're drawn to the large ocean worlds even though they can't breathe underwater like the native inhabitants.

The options are truly endless once you break away from Mandoclones and they're all great and nobody talks about any of them ever.

[maytheforcebetickle]

Star Wars Tickle Fic Ideas

I'm just going to make a list of 20 star wars tickle fic Ideas that either I or someone else can write! It's to get my creative juices flowing!

Jedi Lyn Rakish and Apprentice Barriss Offee grow their friendship through sparring and a surprise tickle attack.

Padme admits a little playful secret to Anakin Skywalker and he falls deeper in love with her and her laugh than he ever thought possible.

Qui-gon teaches Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi the importance of meditating through distractions.

A book is discovered detailing the ancient secrets of force tickling, and just how powerful of a method it can be.

Luke Skywalker finds Ahsoka Tano to ask about his father and her's history. Turns out Luke has the same tickle spots as Anakin did.

After getting Ezra back, Sabine can't help but make sure he's in her line of sight at all times. Ezra finds a sneaky way to let her know that he'll be alright and she doesn't have to worry so much.

Chewey discovers he doesn't have to rip people's arms off to get what he wants. Or Han Solo is being chased around the Falcon by a wookie who has found out that his friend is ticklish.

Darth Sidious decides to punish Count Dooku for failing him, but instead of the regular force lightning, he has a different tactic in mind.

Rey discovers Kylo Ren's true weakness. Now it is him running for his life.

Cad Bane hardly ever shows his affection for TODO 360, but when he has no one else to piss off or get the upper hand on, he supposes he can make do with his barely adequate droid companion.

Chopper finds young Hera sulking in a corner and decides to cheer her up.

While Obi-Wan and Anakin team up to do a two-man stealth mission, it leaves Captain Rex and Commander Cody to engage in friendly competition.

Nala Se teaches Omega about medical practices. Or Nala Se is finally honest with Omega about how much she means to her.

Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress are two shattered people, but that doesn't mean they don't show their softest edges to each other.

Savage Opress and Darth maul express their deep concern for each other by threatening to end the other's life. Do they mean it? Probably not, but one of them will be tickled mercilessly.

General Grievous recounts a time when he was not all metal. His late partner Kummar was able to invoke emotions within him that no one else could.

R2D2 is tired of C3PO's overuse of big words. It's time to find out if droids can giggle.

Lando Calrissian and L3-37 have a small argument. Luckily for Lando, droids are ticklish.

Set in a universe where Shmi isn't sold off by Watto and instead freed, Anakin brings Obi-Wan, Padme, Ahsoka, and his 501st to visit his mom. He never expected such embarrassment and betrayal by his own mother much to the amusement of everyone else involved.

Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor somehow survive the explosion. They find solace and comfort in each other.

[minhosimthings]

Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

[theboost]

I’m putting off rewatching the Star Wars but I can’t stop watching clips which will of course devalue the inevitable rewatch but I have to say this. I think the reason Jabba lets Han get away with so much is that he must find Han just. absolutely hilarious. like sure he’s a decent pilot and he’s pretty hot and he has a wookie sidekick which is fun but he also apparently owes Jabba money like. all the time due to the fact that he’s a rogue with a heart of gold. And the only reason I can think of for letting it slide so much is that when they’re three quarters of a bottle of corellian ale deep and Han is slurring his way through a joke about a twilek, a zabrak, and chancellor palpatine walking into a bar, while everyone else is more or less straight faced, Jabba is just like

[generalkenobee]

how about a fic set after the wampa attack where luke is insecure about his scars and y/n comforts him

Tehehe this is super cutee-

Warning: fluff, insecure! Luke, Luke x gn! Reader

"Luke you're back!" You looked over to your boyfriend, excitement filling your whole body. You ran over to him squeezing him as tight as you could

Liea and Han wouldn't tell you when he had initially gotten back because he had requested you not see him in such a state. So you would be sitting in your room waiting for him to get back while he waited in his room for weeks, letting the scars and bruises heal.

Even if they would heal even the slightest bit, it was better than you seeing him in such a gruesome manner.

"I'm so happy you're back, I've missed you" but something was off, Luke had his whole face buried on the top of your head, and when you tried to pull away to get a good look at your beautiful boyfriend he wouldn't budge

At first you thought it was just him being stubborn, well he always had been. So you stayed there in his arms for a good minute.

"alright Luke that's- Luke-" you tried pulling away but he wouldn't let you. He thought he was ready for you to see him new scars but he was wrong..

"Luke! I want to see you-" when you finally got out of his grasp you saw what he was trying to hide. He had long, fresh looking scars running down his face, one down his left eye and one through his lip.

In fact, when he first saw the scar running through his top and bottom lip he was scared you wouldn't kiss him anymore.

Your hand was placed gently on the side of his face running your thumb up and down his scar

"baby...w-what happened? Are you okay?" You were fighting back tears at this point because all you could think about was how badly this must've hurt. You didn't even know what it was from...but the scars were so big and drawn almost all the way down his face.

"it was a wompa, no big deal" Luke looked away from you down to his boots embarrassed.

"Luke I-" you wrapped your arms around him again "I'm so sorry"

Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and now he was squeezing you too "I'm sorry you have to see them. T-The scars I mean" your eyes met and you wanted to slap him

How could he ever think that a few wompa marks would ever change your feelings toward him

"I'll always love you"

And at that sentence he felt so small. The way you loved him made him so soft, he felt like a teenage boy in love

"I love you too"

-

Thank you for the request pookie wookie bear

[jedidryad]

WIP: Absolutely none of this had been a good idea...

The climactic battle sequence in Champions of the Force involves an abundance of superweapons including a reappearance of The Death Star (I guess The Force Awakens had to get that plot point from somewhere). Mara, Han, and Lando watch in horror as it destroys the Garrison Moon over Kessel. While Han and Lando are experts, this is the first time Mara has witnessed a Death Star in action, and it's tough on her. When they decide they need to fly inside it to destroy it, all does not go as planned...

“She’ll hold together.” Solo insisted although it sounded more like an affirmation than a statement of fact. He agreed he needed to check on the engine and do repairs but we couldn’t do that while actively flying.

“We’re going to have to settle in for the ride.”

“Settle in?” Settle in how, where? Being buried in the middle of this Imperial nightmare was getting to me. I should have done something years ago to stop this thing. What, I didn’t know, but I hadn’t imagined it could do this.

“Don’t get all bent out of shape" Solo continued, misinterpreting my shock as disapproval. He demonstrated his landing claw then and attached us to one of the stable girders so he could power down and go investigate the damage.

Frozen in place, I  gazed down at the power core below us. Everything about it suited Palpatine: ultimate destruction at a whim, the mere tug of a lever.

I smiled tightly. At least this power core had killed him in the end, with some help from his “loyal” enforcer. I’d been no help.

I took a deep breath trying to find my own stability again. Like this ship to the girder, I needed to anchor myself to something. No, I hadn’t prevented the existence of the Death Star, but we could do something about this one now. So long as I held myself together enough to come up with an idea.

Solo seemed far more sanguine about the whole thing than I was.

“We’re secure here for now,” he informed me. He eyed me closely as he headed for the rear, “but if  they plan to go back inside the black hole cluster, we could be in for one wild ride.”

He wasn’t kidding. We were bumped and jostled so much, it made it hard to do the diagnostics and repairs Solo needed the time to do. 

Absolutely none of this had been a good idea. And I had no better ones, just worse ones. I stared out at the reactor core, glowing like Palpatine’s evil heart, infinitely worse ones.

Solo’s news was also bad. The hyperdrive was a mess and the damage to the auxiliary thrusters meant our maneuverability had taken a hit. Even if we did blow the core, we wouldn’t be able to get away from it fast enough or be able to make it back through the Maw.

“Not to mention we don’t know the way out.” I glanced around at the various, unsound passageways around us. Panels had caved in and girders had collapsed with every rattle this half built mess had made, “My Jedi instincts aren’t strong enough for a job like that.” 

And with the damage Solo was talking about, we would need a straight run at it to make it out in time.

“We’ve got to do something.” Calrissian insisted, “If the Death Star’s come back to the Maw installation, it’s bound to be up to no good.”

And that’s when Solo dropped the information that Chewbacca was in the Maw with a Republic occupation team. Instinctively I sent my Force sense out to scan the area and picked up on the presence of not just the Wookie, but also Luke Skywalker. As his presence brushed against mine, I could sense a wave of relief that we were alright.

For now.

His sense seemed to shimmer in agreement.

Great, everyone was in danger and we had no time.

“So it’s obvious,” I said, getting to my feet and choosing the worst of the terrible ideas  that had come to mind in the last few  hours, “we’ve got to deactivate that super laser, as long as we’re here.”

“But the hyperdrive engines - “

I cut Solo off and announced my plan to buy him time by using our portable detonators to destroy the power core. We could place them strategically and then use the timer settings to give us a chance to get away. Classic sabotage. 

It was unbelievably risky and entirely unlikely to work, but we were running out of options.

Calrissian’s jaw hit the floor as I volunteered the two of us to don enviro suits and set the charges while Solo fixed his ship.

“You want me –?”

I swayed my hips just a bit and let my eyes flash as I asked him if he had any better ideas.

He looked me up and down and I suppressed the desire to tug my neckline up again as  he grinned suggestively.

“It would be my honor to escort you.”