#but they never like...explained that specifically or said how to use them specifically GIRL

[foxmulderautism]

realistically in a couple months i will look at this little acrylic mountain painting and be like wow this kinda sucks ass but i had fun and i was me and i felt connected to my best friend from my novel who is always painting little acrylic mountain scenes......tbh never liked paints as a child/teen cause art class never taught us how to actually fucking use them LOL so im also like wow i actually blended stuff in and it looks good

[shotmrmiller]

getting shot down by ghost without even asking him out or anything because he'd heard from one scottish bird that your type of guy was exactly like him and thinking back on it now, all the qualities you'd listed for your dream man do sound like as if you were describing him. yikes.

you don't take his rejection to heart, even though it does lightly sting but before you get a chance to explain that said scottish bird is an idiot and very mistaken in his assumption, ghost is telling you that it'd never work, you'd only get hurt and that you do take to heart because what does that mean, exactly? does he think you some dewy eyed farm girl looking for love? that you can't have casual sex with someone without eventually wanting for more?

"tha' ain't wha' i said. you'd get hurt, i mean look at ya." what about you? it's not like you'd let any of what happens behind closed doors affect your performance or anything, you and kyle always keep things professional while in the field.

also, is he aware that he doesn't have to have a reason to not want to sleep with you, or anyone else for that matter?

"you're small," he states, as if fact.

small? small where? your irritation dissipates, shoulders bleeding tension as genuine worry begins to set in. his vision might actually be going bad. could it be the black paint he wears under his mask? is it even safe to use on the face let alone near the eyes? did he read the instructions?

but then you realize he's looking at your legs, or specifically, what's between them and things click, and now you're wondering how someone so bloody brilliant could be this fucking stupid.

"while i appreciate your concern, lieutenant," you pointedly snap, "that's not even- i'd be just fine." he's a big guy, for sure. massive, if being honest. his neck alone is easily bigger than both your hands and you've caught him once or twice having to duck his head to enter the debriefing room but him being so endowed that it poses a threat to you is idiotic at best.

he hums, long and low in his throat, as he peers down at you through heavy lidded eyes, and raises his right shoulder in a shrug. "as you like," and that's the one and only warning you got.

simon had given you as much foreplay as needed, had lapped at your pussy until you forgot what day of the week it was, curled and scissored his fingers until his bedsheets were sodden and it still hadn't been enough. he'd only fit about a fourth of it in before he took pity on you and fucked your thighs instead until he got close, pushing his ruddy tip back into your aching cunt because "spillin' outside is a waste," and sent you on your merry way.

you're no quitter though and after some shopping online, your saving grace (dilators) will be here in a week.

(now to find soap and rip the rest of his hair right out his scalp for wagging his tongue.)

[sleepyhoon]

TWO MOONS - L.HS

pairing. plug!heeseung x reader

genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!

word count. 4k+

warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]

synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.

a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe

Never in his life did Heeseung predict he’d be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed. 

Fucking ridiculous.

It’s his own fault, really, he should’ve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people – specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails – that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for – tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.

“So,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’, “how much do you charge for edibles?”

Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, “Edibles aren’t my forte. You don’t smoke?”

“Not my forte,” you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. “It’s just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks in…not for me. But, uh, if you don’t make them I’ll stop wasting your time, then.” You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.

“Wait!” Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until you’re back to facing him. He can’t fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic you’re using on him is actually working, he’s literally pulling on your arm like a child so you won’t leave him.

You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, “Yeah?”

“Uh…are you into, like, brownies? Or…”

The smirk you gave in response said enough, you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

He’d spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadn’t even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit he’d hardly ever heard of before: blondies. 

It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldn’t bake for shit, and here you were demanding he’d make something he’d never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.

His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.

“I can’t even taste it,” Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, “you sure you’re not forgetting the main ingredient?”

“That’s the whole point,” Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, “YN doesn’t want the taste to be too strong, she likes when it’s more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.”

“Are you her wife or her plug?” Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.

“Neither,” Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, “I’m sure he wants to be both, though.”

“Fuck off,” Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. “We just met, I’m just trying to get to know her.” He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.

“You’re already her bitch, what else is there to know?” Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.

“I am not her bitch.”

He totally is, if the way he’s hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.

Heeseung * 2:47 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo

YN * 9:06 AM

omggggg  ur the fucking best how much??

You didn’t respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.

Heeseung * 10:31 AM

1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want more 

YN * 10:40 AM

no cash? :(

Heeseung’s about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.

YN * 10:41 AM 

[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i don’t trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(

It’s a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You weren’t even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.

Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.

Heeseung * 10:50 AM

Actually you know what don’t even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol

YN * 10:59 AM

omg :o are u sure?  don’t want u to lose out on money >.<

Heeseung * 11:11 AM

It’s fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky

YN * 11:12 AM

thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 i’ll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11…angel number u must be my angel :o

There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears won’t work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldn’t be you, but Heeseung’s not too sure he’d be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.

His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasn’t even the word.

Heeseung * 11:13 AM

Must be :)

After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that you’re using him, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s grateful, fully aware that if it weren’t for him being your plug, the two of you likely never would’ve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.

There wasn’t an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.

Since that night, he’s found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time he’d do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.

He still hasn’t convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe it’s for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how you’d stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard — in fact, it already has. Several times.

Enough time has passed to the point where it’s obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, he’s still convinced that you’re a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. He’s also deluded himself into having the “I can fix her” mindset that he’s been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.

However, even if he can’t “fix” you, it wouldn’t be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.

“You sound…crazy, and she sounds crazier,” Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m not crazy,” Heeseung corrects, “and YN is…I don’t know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.”

Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. “Rather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.” He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, “Wow, speak of the devil.”

Heeseung turns, following Jake’s line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.

Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoon’s birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldn’t show up tonight, assuming you’d be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.

He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.

You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, “Sunghoon! Happy birthday, king!”

Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, “I’m not…you know what? Nevermind, thanks.” He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

You shrug, “Wasn’t doing anything else, figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Yeah,” you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, “got anything for me?”

Fuck, Heeseung knew he should’ve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadn’t been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he would’ve been prepared.

He shakes his head, “Not this time, you should’ve told me you were coming; I would’ve made something.”

You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised,” his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, “why won’t you just smoke with me?”

You grimace, shaking your head in response.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Just once? I know your first time wasn’t that great, but, I really think you’d like it if you tried again.”

“I don’t know, Hee…”

“Tell you what,” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “smoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.”

It isn’t much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. “Really?”

Heeseung nods, “I swear.”

You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseung’s desperate offer. 

A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. “You’re nervous,” he comments.

You shake your head, “I’m not.”

“You are, I feel you shaking.”

“I’m fine, just kinda cold. Go on.”

Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.

Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.

“Your turn,” he says, offering you the blunt.

You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.

Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, “You’ll be fine, trust me.” 

Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.

Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, “How’d that feel?”

You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, “I don’t feel anything. Literally nothing.”

“I mean, yeah, you didn’t even inhale it.”

You roll your eyes, “Why are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.”

“I’m just showing you that you have other options, babe.”

“Yeah, well I’m sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I don’t want anymore.”

Heeseung’s well aware that you’re a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.

“Mind if I try something?”

You perk up, “Try what?”

“I do all the work but you still get high.”

You raise a brow, “That’s possible?”

He nods, “All you’d have to do is take deep breaths.”

Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseung’s offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. “Fine.”

Here goes nothing.

He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.

“How was that?” Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasn’t bad. You’re certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.

“Not bad,” you admit, “probably because you did all the work.”

He chuckles at that, “I’ll always take care of you, remember that.”

Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.

As if the night couldn’t have gotten any better, you’re asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. He’s careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.

On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseung’s bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. He’s fully hard in his jeans by now, and there’s no way you can’t feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.

You should’ve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said you’d still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.

Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and he’d surely be cumming in his boxers.

You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.

You close your eyes, mumbling, “Heeseung…”

He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.

You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.

Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth. 

You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. “Fuck,” he moans in a low voice, “keep doing that.”

You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you would’ve expected.

It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. It’s all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.

His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since he’d first met you.

He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, “YN, h-hold on,” he stutters, “slow down, please.”

You don’t listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. “Hmm? Say that again?”

“S-slow – ah, fuck – slow down for a sec, baby.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.

“Why?” You question, tilting your head, but you’re a few seconds too late.

Heeseung’s entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that you’ve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didn’t even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.

Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process what’s just happened, “Oh, Heeseung…” you mumble into the palm of your hands.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

“It’s okay! It happens! No big deal!” You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Sure it happens and maybe it isn’t a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. He’s not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.

“I’m seriously not like this, I’m just overly-sensitive when I’m high. I swear, I-”

“It’s fine, Heeseung,” you interrupt, standing from his lap, “if anything, I’m flattered! Why don’t you, uh, get cleaned up and I’ll see you later?”

“YN, come on, don’t do this.” He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door. 

“I told you, it’s fine! I’m not like,” you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, “mad or weirded out or anything.”

You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. “Let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think you have it in you to do that right now.”

“I do! Just let me, please.”

“Heeseung, please drop it. I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!”

“Heeseung!” Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, “Lower your voice! We’re in a fucking party surrounded by people!”

He smacks his teeth, “I don’t care. Please, YN.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.”

A beat of silence passes, then he says, “Then do it for me. Please.”

Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseung’s wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.

“Fuck,” he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, “been waiting so fucking long for this.”

“Yeah?” You question, your grip on Heeseung’s hair tightening.

This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, “You have no idea.”

Deciding he’s spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.

Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. You’ve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.

He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.

“H-Heeseung…hold on…”

He hums, but he’s not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.

He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. “What?” he asks.

You struggle to catch your breath, “You’re hard again?”

He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, “I guess.”

“You…don’t you wanna do something about that?”

His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, “It can wait.”

You scoff, “Well, I need a minute.”

Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. “Ready?” He asks once a minute has passed.

“No.”

He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. “Go get me a glass of fucking water.”

“Okay!” He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

[afatkidclub]

Older Boyfriend Simon Riley

Thanks to the notes on my last post, I will be posting this blurb here. It's just for shits and giggles.

Older Boyfriend!Simon Riley who has been the best boyfriend you have ever had.

Refuses to let you call a handyman. Leaky sink? He had it fixed before you even knew there was a problem. Squeaky desk chair? Suddenly completely silent. 

Gets really competitive with Mario Kart and refuses to play again after losing a couple of rounds. Gets really into Minecraft but doesn’t let you help build things because “You’re doing it wrong” even though you’re the one who taught him how to play

Does not understand girl math. 

-- “The fuck you mean it’s not real money

-- “If I use cash, it’s free because it doesn’t come out of my account. Therefore it’s not real money.” 

-- “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.” 

-- Now drops cash in your purse so that you have “fake” money to use. 

Hates girl dinner only because he knows that a bowl of popcorn or a couple crackers and cheese is not a full meal. 

A year of his life drops off every time he hears you saying “I’m doing it for the plot.” 

Refuses to download tiktok but will watch them on your phone with you for hours at a time

Went on a very long lecture about the Roman Empire and how it came to be (talk specifically about the military aspect) once you mentioned something was your Roman empire. Didn’t even notice you had fallen asleep halfway through the lecture. Still doesn’t know what you mean when you say something is your Roman Empire. 

Has absolutely no idea what you mean when you say “same.” 

-- You had to explain that it was just something you said when you found anything relatable

-- “What the bloody hell could be relatable about a plastic bag blowing across the road.” 

Has attempted to use the word slay in a sentence and it only ended with you in the longest laughing fit known to man. 

Listens to you explain celebrity beef and wonders why you talk about them like you know them personally and how you know all this information. 

Vine references, goes right over his head. 

-- One time quoted “Road work ahead, uh yeah I sure hope it does” after you had done it so many times, you nearly choked to death on air that day. 

Emojis are his worst enemy. Never gets the message when you try to hint at something using emojis. 

Learns very early on that anytime you two go out for errands, you require a sweet treat. 

-- Uses going out to get a sweet treat as an excuse to take you out on dates 

-- Also makes sure to buy you a sweet treat anytime you complete a task you didn’t want to do.

[pleasureable]

Star Shopping !

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ in which you’re asked to star in Thanos’ new music video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were a well known Instagram model, with your career being launched after you had posted a random selfie of you taken on your digital camera

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the virality of your picture practically launched you into virtual stardom with you gaining a pretty big following after that

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your followers loved you for your beauty and style, as your instagram page was littered with pictures of you posing in clothing items such as big fur coats, mini skirts, leather tops and bottoms and bikinis

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were pretty popular amongst rappers for some reason, with some even asking for permission to use your pictures in promo for their music

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you had been familiar with Thanos for a little while now as you had seen his performances a couple times—more specifically his performance at Rolling Loud fest. you liked his music and you thought he was pretty cute but you had never really interacted with him before

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Thanos was practically obsessed with you, though. he would always like your posts, even commenting “😍😍” on some of them—of course, fueling some rumors of hidden romance between you two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he had finally messaged you one day, his name popping up in your dms

@thanos

u down to be in my music video, pretty ?

@y/n

sure why not lol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ after a few days of exchanging messages you finally booked a flight (that he, of course, offered to pay for) to L.A—where the video would be filmed

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once you had landed and settled into your hotel room a bit, you and Thanos had met up for coffee—he explained the vision he had for the video, as well as telling you what he wanted from you in terms of your appearance in it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I’m thinkin’ of like, just having you as the main focus of the video” he said. you were incredibly flattered, how couldn’t you be? a big, hotshot rapper like him wanted to plaster your face all over a piece of his work. “main focus?” you asked, a touch of uncertainty in your voice. you had been in some music videos before, but just as a background character, never the lead girl. “Of course, I wanna showcase your beauty as much as I can.” he responded.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your nerves were at an all time high as you drove to the filming location the day of the video shoot. once you got there the makeup artists began to work on you, minimal makeup, just as Thanos had earlier requested (he did want to showcase your beauty, after all)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the on-set costume designer had chosen to dress you in a tight, mini white dress—a ushanka style hat being placed on your head to finish the look

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the music video idea followed two lovers who spend the night recording each other on a camcorder, engaging in stupid shenanigans around a mansion, showcasing and capturing carefree moments of each other

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ walking onto set, you could feel thanos’s eyes all over you, admiring the way your body fit your dress and how the ring lights placed on set perfectly highlighted your facial features

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once actual shooting had begun, the romantic chemistry between the two of you was undeniable

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the romantic poses you were placed in by the director and Thanos himself obviously weren’t doing anything to dampen the atmosphere

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nearing the end of shooting, you were scripted to be holding the camcorder while staring into Thanos’s eyes, an implied kiss taking place before the screen would go black, thus marking the end of video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ though, once you got close enough to his face to the point where the tips of your noses were touching, the sexual and romantic tension had gotten unbearable. you had been very much aware of Thanos’s attraction to you prior to him asking you to be in his video, and you never quite expected you and him to be in the predicament you were in now.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ without even thinking, Thanos smashed his lips against yours—to your delight. pent up frustration causing the kiss to be slightly lewd, though you both quickly pulled away before you got carried away

“that definitely wasn’t scripted mr. Thanos.”

“Of course it wasn’t, pretty.”

[afterglowsainz]

gold rush | franco colapinto

pairing: brazilian!vet!reader x franco colapinto

summary: you were used to your boyfriend’s flirty personality, but still every now and then you couldn’t help getting jealous

fc: beca oliveira

request: here

a/n: i haven’t done a written fic in so long please bear with me 😭

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There was no reason to be angry. No real reason, anyway. Deep down in your mind and at the core of your heart, you knew there was no way Franco was seriously flirting with anyone but you. Your heart on the other hand...

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since joining F1, Franco had become known for his flirtatious personality and undeniable charm; it was part of who he was, and it had never really bothered you before—you knew what he was like. So why were you suddenly so upset after watching that interview everyone was talking about on Twitter?

The answer was so obvious you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but it was staring you right in the face. The reporter was what bothered you. It wasn’t her specifically, of course—you’d seen her a few times and knew she was the picture of professionalism, not to mention charming. But she was completely different from you. It was no secret that Franco had always liked blondes.

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Damn. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with that single message.

Franco had never really stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. Of course he had seen comments online about his interviews, but he never worried about how his girlfriend might interpret them. He was simply doing his job by giving interviews to journalists. If there was someone his age he could feel relaxed around, he would do so—it was part of his personality. But he would never disrespect his girlfriend by insinuating something more. She was everything to him.

Franco quickly went to Twitter to look up the interview video he had given hours earlier. As he analyzed it, he realized how some of the things he said or the way he expressed himself could come off as insinuations on his part, and he cursed himself internally, imagining his girlfriend watching the same video.

He had to fix this, and fast.

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[hearts4pbaz]

I Think I Like Girls You

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Words: 1K

Warnings: None

Synopsis: One night, thousands of miles apart—but connected via the means of modern technology and FaceTime, Paige and Azzi have a heart to heart

Notes: i originally wanted this to be a lot longer but this is all i could squeeze out of it. honestly i lowkey hate this but i hope someone likes it

The soft glow of Azzi’s phone, propped against a water bottle on her nightstand, lit one side of her face as she lay curled beneath her blanket. Outside, the world was still, the late hour cloaking everything in quiet. On her screen, Paige sat cross-legged on her bed, hair pulled into a loose bun, her smile sleepy but attentive.

They did this almost every night now.

It had started as a post-FIBA tournament thing—acting as a means to stay in touch after the whirlwind that is USA Basketball. But somewhere along the way, the calls had stopped being about basketball. Now they were about school and stress and late-night cravings. About nothing. About everything.

And Azzi's heart had started doing something new.

She stared at Paige on her screen—how her lashes brushed her cheeks when she blinked slowly, the way her laugh was always just slightly delayed, like she was making sure Azzi heard it fully. Azzi had always liked Paige. Admired her, even. But lately, she wasn’t sure what kind of liking it was anymore.

Paige’s presence had become an ache—a good kind of ache, but one Azzi couldn’t explain.

“Umm” Azzi began, nervousness dripping from her voice. She plucked at the seam of her blanket. “Can I ask you something?”

Paige raised an eyebrow, demeanor softening when she noticed Azzi’s apparent anxiety. “Yeah, of course.”

Azzi glanced away, heart thudding. “Just…” she starts, then trailing off. Azzi takes a breath and continues, “How did you know you liked girls? Not just as friends, but like, like-like?”

Paige’s eyes widen, a flicker of something unreadable in them. She took a moment, considering her words. “Oh…” she started, realizing the weight of what Azzi had just asked. Paige takes a breath and continues, “Uhhh, that’s a big question, Az. Umm, for me I think it was always just kind of a feeling. Like, there’s this pull there that I don’t ever have toward guys you know?” She kept her voice even, almost detached, trying to give Azzi space. ���I guess I just found myself, paying attention to girls more. Like, I would get nervous if a pretty girl touched my arm but never when a guy did. And when my friends would talk about what made a guy hot, I never got it. Until I started to notice those things on girls—their hair, their lips, hands, dimples…” She says trailing off.

Azzi was quiet, breathing shallow. “Was it scary? To admit that to yourself” she asked.

Paige smiled faintly. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t wake up one day and go, ‘Oh hey, I like girls! Hooray!’ It was confusing. Sometimes it still is. But I think the clarity came when I stopped trying to label everything and just let myself feel what I was feeling.”

Azzi bit her lip. “And when you did feel it, like for a specific girl… how did it feel different than friendship?”

Paige nodded slowly. “It felt like gravity. Like they were this center point I kept orbiting, without trying to. Like I wanted to know everything about her. Even the little things. What toothpaste she used. What her handwriting looked like. Whether she’d text back in five minutes or thirty.”

Azzi blinked. That was exactly how she felt about Paige.

“Sometimes I think about you,” Azzi said before she could stop herself. “All the time, actually. Even when I don’t mean to.”

Paige’s breath caught. It was the smallest reaction—but Azzi noticed.

“You do?” Paige asked, a quiet sort of astonishment in her voice.

Azzi nodded, her voice low. “Yeah. And it feels different. It’s not like how I feel about my other friends. It’s more intense. And scarier. And… better?”

For a moment, Paige said nothing. Then she reached for her screen and shifted closer, as if closing the physical distance between them could somehow shrink the emotional one too.

“I think I know what you mean,” Paige said softly. “There are times I’ll be listening to a song and I’ll think, ‘Azzi would love this,’ or ‘I wish Azzi was here to hear this.’ And then I realize, I don’t do that with anyone else.”

Azzi’s heart fluttered. She didn’t even realize she was smiling.

“I guess… I mean—I think… I like girls then,” she whispered, lower lip threatening to break out into a wobble. “And—and I don’t know how I feel about that.”

Paige’s eyes were warm. “That’s a brave thing to say, Az.”

“It doesn’t feel brave,” Azzi admitted. “It feels like I’m jumping off a cliff. Into something that might not be real.”

“It’s real,” Paige said, firmly now. “It’s real because it’s yours. Your feelings matter. Even if you don’t have every answer yet.”

There was a pause. Not the awkward kind, but the kind that feels sacred. Like both of them were holding something delicate between them and didn’t want to drop it.

“Do you ever… wish you could just ask?” Azzi said suddenly. “Like to just go up to the person you like and say, ‘Hey, do you feel the same way?’ But you don’t. Because what if the answer changes everything?”

Paige’s eyes softened. “Every day.”

Azzi’s breath hitched. She looked directly into Paige’s eyes on the screen. “So… do you feel the same way?”

A beat. Two. Paige’s expression didn’t change—but her eyes shimmered.

“Yes,” she said, barely audible. “I think I do.”

Azzi’s chest tightened—not with panic, but with something wild and warm and unbelievable.

“I didn’t think you’d say that,” she said.

“I didn’t think you’d ask,” Paige replied, smiling shyly. “But I’m really glad you did.”

They both laughed, softly—half from nerves, half from relief.

Azzi stared at Paige’s face, every detail suddenly sharper. The tiny, barely-there freckles that dot the top of her nose in summer. The curve of her lips. The crinkle in the corner of her eye. And then she knew—there had always been more. It had always been there, tucked between phone calls and shared dreams, between their easy banter and the way they never wanted to hang up.

She just hadn’t known how to name it.

Until now.

Paige reached for her charger, her screen tilting slightly as she plugged it in. “Hey, Az?”

“Yeah?”

“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight,” Paige said, voice barely a whisper. “But… I want to keep talking about it. About us. About what this could be.”

Azzi’s smile grew slow, steady, genuine. “Yeah. Me too.”

And in an instant, even with a thousand miles between them, they felt  closer than ever.

[svt-luna]

≡;- ꒰ ° LUNA’S MEMBER FILES ꒱ ─── just svt things…

synopsis: A deep dive into Luna’s unique relationship with each member— filled with chaos, inside jokes, emotional whiplash, and all the painfully specific dynamics that only the SEVENTEEN member files can explain.

wc: 16.3k

SURPRISE!!! 🎉🥳 a little something for my lovelies since i hit 3k followers recently!! 3,017 to be exact!!!! thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart 💕 i love every single one of you, lovely human beings— whether you are a silent reader or a constant anonymous submission messager, i love, love, love you and i appreciate every single one of you equally!! thank you for constantly supporting my little blog and Luna-Verse. thank you for loving our Luna and i promise, more coming soon! i love you 3000, my 3000! (and counting) 💖

also! this is a pretty lengthy one, so grab a snack and get cosy! i am very proud of this btw— it’s too cute 🥹💕

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

S.COUPS & LUNA ─── CheolNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

an ex-admirer turned protector turned fake boyfriend turned bestie who’s lowkey still in love with you but is also rooting for your fiancé who he also has a strange relationship with… it’s complicated.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first Impression vs. now:

trainee Seungcheol was the second to approach Luna (right after Jeonghan) and was immediately taken aback by her face. Literally gawked.

“I’m not even exaggerating. I looked at her and was like… ‘oh, damn.’” – Seungcheol, on the show Goblin Who Steals Wisdom.

he used to call her ‘Visual Princess Trainee’ and teased her relentlessly— stealing her food, tugging her braids, scaring her when she entered the room, poking her cheek just because she flinched and pouted every time.

and according to Luna: “He was so annoying. I once told him to shut up and he said, ‘You’re too pretty to be mean to me.’ like— what are you supposed to say to that?”

later in a casual group live, Luna calls him out: “Cheollie was so annoying during our trainee years. He used to tease me so much during practice or during break… constantly he would annoy me constantly.”

Seungcheol (grinning): “I liked you, duh. That’s what teenage boys do when they have a crush on a pretty girl.”

cue 5-second pause and Luna choking on her water.

now, they’re almost too comfortable. like childhood best friends who flirt like exes but never crossed the line— except that one time he said “If Jeonghannie fumbles, I’m next in line.” and no one knows if he was joking or not.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

Seungcheol took his leader-of-the-pack role seriously, even as a trainee. Luna, the only girl in the room half the time, brought out his protective instincts early.

he used to walk her to the subway station whenever she needed to go somewhere. waited outside the bathroom during late practices. carried her backpack. no one asked. he just did. when Luna fainted from exhaustion once, Seungcheol was the first to sprint across the room and lift her up, bridal style. no hesitation.

“I’ve always felt responsible for her. Not because she the only girl. Not because she’s weak. Not because she’s not capable of handling herself. Because she never asks for help, and I can’t stand that.” – Seungcheol, in Hit the Road Documentary.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

weirdly not platonic. it’s giving fake marriage pact energy. it’s giving ‘if we’re single at 40, we’ll get married’ type of energy but also ‘don’t touch her or i’ll kill you’ vibes.

they’re flirty without meaning to be. Luna adjusts his collar. he ties her shoes. Jeonghan is constantly side-eyeing them like, “Should I leave??”

Seungcheol once told a staff member: “No, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her emergency husband right after her actual emergency husband.”

they’ll be mid-bickering and Luna will suddenly rest her head on his shoulder and pout. Seungcheol won’t blink. just puts an arm around her like muscle memory.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

soft. calm. gentle chaos. Seungcheol does things immediately when Luna asks.

Luna: “I’m craving iced americano.”

Seungcheol: already halfway to the café “Say less.”

Luna is the only person who can make him lie down and nap when he’s burnt out. he listens when she speaks— like really listens. Luna knows how to handle his leadership stress. She’ll say, “You don’t have to do everything. You don’t have to carry the burden alone. Take a breath, Cheollie. The world isn’t asking you to be perfect, just present,” and suddenly he’s tearing up behind his hoodie.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Seungcheol brings out: Luna’s bratty, spoiled, but also vulnerable side. she lets herself be taken care of by him— something she rarely allows with others.

Luna brings out: Seungcheol’s softest, gentlest side. she makes him drop the tough leader facade and just be… he becomes baby, actually.

he calls her out when she’s pushing herself too hard. she calls him out when he’s bottling things up. they reset each other’s nervous systems.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Seugcheol for Luna: big brother? teammate? ex-admirer? emotional support husband? guard dog? all of the above.

Luna for Seungcheol: his emotional anchor. his reality check. the only person besides Jeonghan who can tell him “no” and he’ll actually listen.

Luna says: “He’s Jeonghan’s best friend, but he’s my guardian angel.”

when Jeonghan and Cheol argue (because of course they do), Luna is Switzerland— but more powerful.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

shopping— Luna shops. Seungcheol pays. that’s the tradition. He jokes she has him under a financial curse.

“She smiles and suddenly I’m buying five shades of the same lipstick.”

eating buddies— always ordering way too much. Luna takes aesthetic pics. Seungcheol’s halfway through the meal already.

late-night drives— Seungcheol plays ballads. Luna controls the playlist after two songs.

he buys her hair clips. she picks out his cologne. they once wore matching sunglasses for a week by accident and didn’t change it when people teased them and pointed it out.

most recently pet dates— ever since Luna received Bugs, she and Seungcheol occasionally have pet dates with her bunny and his dog Kkuma.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

the nickname bit— Seungcheol started calling her ‘our baby’ in group chats just to mess with Jeonghan who didn’t mind. it stuck.

marriage pact— Seungcheol: “If Jeonghannie ever fumbles, you know I’m next in line.”

Luna (without missing a beat): “He’s not. But you can be the flower boy.”

lip balm tax— Luna always steals his lip balm. Seungcheol carries an extra now just for her.

the ‘Daddy Cheol’ jokes— born from a fan tweet, now a cursed part of their dynamic. Luna leans into it. Cheol denies it— badly (he likes it).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

Luna grabs his hand when she’s anxious. he rubs his thumb across her knuckles. Seungcheol puts her hair behind her ear when it falls into her face. she lays her head in his lap during long rehearsals. he guards her like a security system.

during comebacks, Cheol always sneaks her favorite snacks into her bag. “Eat, Jiyeonie. You’ll yell at me later if you’re hungry.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

that viral concert fancam— Luna jokingly hip-bumps Seungcheol on stage. he hip-bumps her back, she stumbles, and he catches her with one hand like a k-drama male lead. the clip? viral and everywhere.

Knowing Brothers show clip— MC: “S.Coups, who’s the most attractive in Seventeen?”

Seungcheol (without blinking): “Luna.”

Joshua (offended): “Try again.”

Jeonghan (confused): “Coups is right, why?”

that one live— Luna called Seungcheol ‘my little sugar daddy’ and then immediately carried on like nothing happened.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Seugcheol:

Cheol, Cheollie, Coupsie, Cherry Baby (for the chaotic flair), Daddy Cheol (jokingly, mostly to provoke him), My Wallet, Sugar Daddy Cheol

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Seungcheol’s nicknames for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Nie, Nie-Nie, Our baby, Our Princess, Softie, My Girl (playfully, in front of Jeonghan, to start drama)

iv. CONTACTS

cheollie baby & jiyeonie baby

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

one day Seungcheol peeked at Luna’s screen while she was texting and saw his name saved as ‘Cheollie baby’.

Seungcheol: “Wow. I get the baby suffix?”

Luna: “Don’t let it get to your head.”

Seungcheol: changes her contact name on the spot. “We’re cute like that,” he says to Jeonghan. not long after Seungcheol told Luna, “Jeonghan almost blocked me.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures

Seungcheol’s pic: taken at the practice room, Luna secretly snapped it when he was complaining about a game update.

Luna’s pic: she sent it while in full glam, captioned “matchy matchy” with a cherry emoji.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

nope. It’s been the same for 3 years. neither of them is allowed to change it. it’s an unspoken rule.

“It’s cute,” Luna says.

“We’re cute,” Seungcheol followed.

JEONGHAN & LUNA ─── JeongNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

twin flames turned lovers turned soulmates— chaotic fairytale-like royalty with a strangers-to-besties-to-lovers arc that had no business being this fated.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

Jeonghan was the first trainee to approach Luna when she joined— unbothered by her aura, totally intrigued instead. she was shy, a little aloof, and carried herself with this cool confidence, and he thought, “Well damn. Who is she?”

Jeonghan introduced himself and the rest was history.

he sat next to her one day and offered her banana milk like it was a peace treaty. he teased her for wearing her hoodie strings unevenly. she looked at him like, “Who even are you?” they were instantly on each other’s radar but pretended they weren’t. classic teen k-drama behavior.

Jeonghan: “You always sit alone. Are you like… mysterious or just anti-people?”

Luna: “I just don’t like talking people.”

Jeonghan: “…but you’re talking to me?”

Luna (giggling on the inside): “Unfortunately.”

Jeonghan once said in a Weverse live years later: “When Jiyeonie first joined, I thought she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. I was also a little scared of her. She was like a hawk in a room full of chickens. She had that ‘don’t talk to me unless you’re interesting’ vibe. So I tried to be interesting.”

Luna revealed in a magazine interview: “I was so shy at first, but Jeonghan made it easy. He kept showing up until I let him in.”

They were secretly crushing on each other for years but thought the other didn’t feel the same. best friends with sexual tension so intense their members had to separate them sometimes.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

started with late-night vent sessions in the practice room. Jeonghan would bring snacks, Luna would bring emotional damage. they trauma bonded over the pressure of being expected to be perfect all the time. Jeonghan was one of the only people who noticed when Luna would go quiet and not just assume she was fine.

“You don’t have to be okay just because you’re strong.” Jeonghan would tell her.

Luna would always seek him out when she needed grounding. Jeonghan had a calmness that wrapped around her like a blanket. their closeness was never loud— it was in the eye contact, the mirroring movements, the silence that felt full instead of empty.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

magnetic. soulmate-coded. slow-burn tension that fans thought was scripted at first but turned out to be painfully real. loud in teasing, quiet in their affection. they can bicker in front of people and no one bats an eye, but if they go quiet and soft? everyone clears the room.

the vibe between them is so ‘meant to be’ it’s genuinely eerie. their will-they-won’t-they phase was a full k-drama arc that had fans writing essays and theorizing for years.

when they’re in the same room, they gravitate toward each other like magnets. it’s involuntary. the phrase “You two act like a married couple” lost all meaning.

unlike Seungcheol , who acts as Luna’s fierce guard dog— ready to throw hands if anyone even looks at her wrong— Jeonghan protects Luna differently. Jeonghan lets her fight her own battles, stepping in only when she needs or asks him to. he sees her strength first, treats her as an equal, but God help anyone who crosses a line.

he’s the type to smile at you sweetly while ruining your life behind the scenes if you hurt her. if Seungcheol is a sword who strikes in open battle for her, Jeonghan is the silent poison slipping through your wine— undetectable, elegant, and inevitable. Jeonghan is the type to destroy your career and send you a fruit basket the next morning.

Jeonghan (sweetly): “You okay, Nana-ya?”

Luna (proud): “Yeah, I handled it.”

Jeonghan (smiling wider): “Good. I’ll handle the rest.”

when seen together in real life, fans and strangers alike describe them as feeling “unreal.” they have a royal fairy aura— as if they’re two mythical beings who slipped out of a fairytale. there’s a soft shimmer to them when they walk side by side, matching steps, sharing secret glances.

fans who meet them together say they just make sense— “Like two puzzle pieces that were carved out of the same star.” their aura together is so strong even strangers on the street pause to stare like they’ve stumbled into a fairytale.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

pure domestic softness. the type to lie in bed all day doing absolutely nothing and calling it the best day ever.

constant gentle touches— thumb strokes, hand holding, Luna braiding his hair lazily while Jeonghan scrolls through her playlist.

silences aren’t awkward— they’re intimate. they have entire conversations with just looks. “Did you eat?” “Yeah, did you?” “…No.” “C’mon.”

Jeonghan instinctively reaches for her hand or her waist. Luna unconsciously leans into him every time.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Jeonghan brings out: Luna’s playful, mischievous, childlike side. he’s the one who makes her laugh the most, who drags her out of bed to go get ice cream at midnight.

Luna brings out: Jeonghan’s calm, tender, serious side. with her, he softens. he listens. he feels safe being gentle.

she tethers him when his thoughts run too wild. he lifts her when she forgets how to. they balance each other perfectly— fire and wind. movement and stillness.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

they are each others’: best friend, soulmate, twin flame, lover. dating for five years and counting. engaged. wedding postponed till Jeonghan finishes his military service. they literally share brain cells— finish each other’s sentences, say the same thing at the same time.

they’re the first person each other calls— whether it’s for good news, bad news, or “I saw a cute cat and thought of you.”

Jeonghan is her safe space. Luna is his constant.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

Lego building nights— they once built an entire Hogwarts Castle in silence and called it a date. yes, they do have a room full of just their Legos in their house.

Sylvanian Family collection obsession. Don’t ask. They both treat it seriously and Luna even built a while neighborhood on a shelf in their room.

shopping with a twist— they ask the cashier or whoever to pick either of their cards. a game they like to play on who pays… they both hold up black cards which is hilarious as it is but whatever, right? the winner gets to pay… oh! and bragging rights.

matching jewelry. they started with rings, then bracelets, then necklaces. now it’s a full-on routine for them to get two whenever they buy jewelry.

back hugs and pinky interlocks. unabashed flirting. in front of the members. in interviews. on stage. late-night talks with soft music playing. sometimes they don’t talk. just lean on each other and listen.

hair routines— Luna braids his hair when he’s anxious. he massages her scalp when she’s tired.

voice memos— they send each other goodnight voice notes or singing voice notes when apart. Jeonghan once whispered, “Sleep well, my moon,” and Luna made it her alarm.

market rituals— sometimes they go to small outdoor markets together in masks and hoodies. they buy random antiques they absolutely don’t need but will decorate their house with anyway.

Luna (holding up a weird cat decoration): “Do we need this?”

Jeonghan: “No. But we might.”

weekly movie night— one week Luna picks (rom-coms), the next Jeonghan picks (thrillers). they argue, throw popcorn, and end up cuddled up halfway through anyway.

Jeonghan: “Why are you crying over a notebook?”

Luna (sniffling): “It’s called ‘The Notebook’ and because it’s fucking sad, you heartless demon!”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Luna’s dolphin-like hearing. Jeonghan will whisper “Dolphin mode activated” anytime she hears something suspicious from across the room.

calling each other “Your Highness” when they want something.

ever since they got engaged, Jeonghan made it a habit to pretend to propose any time he drops something.

Jeonghan: “Jiyeon-ah… I’ve been wanting to do this for years… will you—”

Luna: “If you don’t stand up, I will be returning this ring.”

playing rock-paper-scissors to settle ANY disagreement. They once played 14 rounds to decide who would turn off the light.

Jeonghan using Luna’s forehead as a stress ball. she lets him.

they made up silent signals across a room for “I’m hungry,” “Let’s go home,” and “Save me from this convo.”

Jeonghan raises one eyebrow: Save me.

Luna tugs her ear: I’m done here.

fans later noticed and theorized for years. there are videos about it online.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

constant physical touch. Luna gets clingy when overwhelmed. Jeonghan lets her wrap herself around him like a koala. Jeonghan lies on her lap and lets her hum lullabies to him when he’s overstimulated.

they instinctively find each other in crowded rooms. like clockwork.

Luna mimics Jeonghan’s breathing during anxiety attacks.

Baby talk. “Baby, tired?” “Mhm. Hannie is here though.” people find it cringy? they couldn’t care less what people think.

before any performance, they find each other backstage, touch foreheads, and breathe together for a few seconds.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

just their entire relationship in general.

their relationship getting revealed by Dispatch after 5 years of secrecy… don’t forget the engagement. fans screamed, cried, made edits in seconds.

the engagement ring reveal— Luna lifted her mic and the sparkle hit the camera just right.

Jeonghan gifting Luna her bunny on Christmas, and her crying and naming it Bugs.

Luna writing songs after songs about Jeonghan and him proudly bragging about it on Weverse.

JeongNa in its entirety is iconic.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Jeonghan:

Han, Hannie, Jeonghannie, Jeongie, Angel Baby, My Love, My Angel Boy, Baby, Yoon Jeonghan (in her ‘I’m-about-to-slap-you’ tone)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Jeonghan’s nicknames for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Nana, Love of My Life, My Moon, My Pretty Moon, Pretty Angel, Angel Baby, Dolphin (“Can you hear what the neighbor’s thinking too?”), Gremlin (when she’s annoying him for attention), Princess & Bunny (when and only when they are getting freaky)

iv. CONTACTS

my angel boy🪽 & my pretty moon🌙

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names

it is their favorite nicknames for each other. they picked each other’s contact names when they started dating, and it’s been the same since.

one time Seungkwan borrowed Luna’s phone and said, “What in the fanfiction fuck is ‘my angel boy’?!” Jeonghan saw it and changed his own to match her energy. originally he had her saved as ‘my baby’. it was either symmetry or death.

only contacts in their phone that has an emoji so they can spot each other faster.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Jeonghan’s pic: stolen photo from across the couch— Jeonghan pouting while shoving his whole face on her phone.

Luna’s pic: selfie Luna took randomly— pouting with giant puppy eyes, head tilted up. Jeonghan caught her doing it and laughed, “Wait— send me the pout. I’m changing mine.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

the contact stayed the same for years. the pictures, they have matching ones changed here and there, however, this current one stuck the longest.

both pictures show just their eyes and noses angled up at the camera. they call it “puppy vision.”

JOSHUA & LUNA ─── JoshNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

they look like elegant royal heirs but act like chaotic rich siblings in a k-drama who would prank you with a smile.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

Joshua met Luna during the trainee days through Jeonghan, who basically adopted her first. Joshua was instantly easy to talk to because foreigners unite energy. they instantly bonded over being awkward at Korean, giggling when they misunderstood simple words, and feeling overwhelmed by culture shock.

despite their demure appearances, Joshua clocked her chaos energy instantly and decided, “Yeah. She’s one of us.”

Joshua (laughing in broken Korean): “You… want… to fight?”

Luna (dead serious): “Yes. You’re first.”

Joshua: “Cool. We’ll get along.”

over time, that camaraderie turned into an unshakeable ride-or-die sibling bond.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

learning Korean together was the start— they made flashcards for each other. corrected each other’s pronunciation in the most savage ways. competed over who could memorize slang faster (Joshua always cheated).

bonding over culture shock— confused by Korean convenience store food combos (Joshua once thought tteokbokki was dessert).

Luna once bowed at a parking meter thinking it was a person.

Luna (mortified): “I just bowed to a lamp post.”

Joshua (laughing hysterically): “It probably bowed back in spirit.”

homesickness bonding— shared playlists full of songs from home. helped each other during holidays when family felt too far away. talked about their life back at their hometown to make it less lonely.

shared a secret pact: “If one of us makes it, the other has to.”

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

both secretly feral. publicly pretty; privately pretty insane. they’re the type to help you up if you trip, only to immediately mock you to tears. think mean-but-supportive-older-siblings-who-think-you’re-stupid-but-also-their-entire-world.

mutual worshippers— “We’re the prettiest.” “We’re the smartest.” “It’s us or nobody.”

their arguments sound like royal debates.

Joshua (crossing his arms): “I’m clearly the favorite child.”

Luna (smirking): “Favorite? Babe, I am the bloodline.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

Luna, despite her British roots, fits Joshua’s soft LA vibe perfectly.

long drives with indie music. froyo runs at midnight. fipping overpriced lattes while pretending they’re in a Netflix drama.

a rich, effortlessly cool aura that makes people wonder if they’re lowkey celebrities shopping undercover (they are).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Joshua brings out: Luna’s instinct to feel safe enough to be both soft and crazy.

Luna brings out: Joshua’s mischievous, sarcastic side more than anyone else can. around Luna, Joshua stops being just the perfect gentleman— he becomes playful, petty, chaotic. he spoils her like a literal princess: opening doors, carrying her stuff, paying for everything without a word. in return, Luna brings out his hidden wild side and always gasses him up like he’s a Marvel superhero.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Joshua for Luna: is her emotional buffer. (“Take a breath, Jiyeonie. You’re doing amazing.”)

Luna for Joshua: is his chaos therapist. (“It’s okay to be crazy sometimes. Who cares?”)

they are twin flames, but in the siblings who would murder for each other but also steal each other’s fries way. if Luna needs a co-conspirator for something mildly illegal (like sneaking snacks into dance practice)? Joshua’s first call.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

DIY besties— Joshua taught Luna pottery, bracelet making, sewing patches on jackets, perfume making. Luna taught Joshua how to crochet, how to knit, how to paint with acrylics without making a mess (he failed that one).

Joshua (covered in blue paint): “I’m Picasso.”

Luna: “You’re a crime scene.”

birthday craft exchange— every year, instead of expensive gifts, they hand-make each other something. Joshua once knit her the ugliest scarf known to mankind. She wore it for a week straight.

kitchen disasters— they have a standing ‘cook something hideous once a year’ tradition. their ‘rainbow pasta’ incident is still forbidden to discuss.

English gossip sessions— whenever something juicy happens, they immediately switch to English and huddle in a corner like high school mean girls.

Luna (whispering): “Did you see that?”

Joshua: “Oh we’re TALKING about it.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

speaking in English when gossiping or trauma dumping.

fake royalty titles: Joshua = Prince Joshua of Los Angeles. Luna = Princess Luna of London

they address each other as ‘Your Highness’ when being petty.

random flex battles— “I have better hair.” “My accent’s hotter.” “I’m more photogenic.”

mimicking each other’s accents: Joshua’s fake British accent = crime against humanity. Luna’s LA surfer bro impression = equally criminal.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

small acts of service™— Joshua opens doors for her without thinking. moves her chair before she sits. carries her bags if they’re heavy. unscrews tight bottle caps without being asked.

gentle checking-in— texts her “Drink water” reminders. sends her memes when he knows she’s stressed. reminds her to go to sleep when he sees she’s online, only for Luna to clap back with “Why are YOU still awake?”

“you good?” looks— cross a crowded room, one glance = full conversation.

Joshua (handing her a glass of water): “Princesses don’t get dehydrated.”

Luna (grinning): “Neither do peasants. Drink with me.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

when they both tripped on stage but styled it out like it was choreography.

their chaotic Weverse live— Luna doing Joshua’s makeup blindfolded. Joshua ending up looking like a circus clown and still smiling proudly.

their “DIY Disaster” YouTube vlog— built a crooked birdhouse. decorated it like it was a Picasso masterpiece. made it a running joke: “If this birdhouse survives, so will we.”

matching friendship rings reveal— quietly wore matching gold rings with the letter ‘J’ for years before fans noticed.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s Nicknames for Joshua:

Joshie, Josh, Shua, Shush (chaotic nickname when he’s being noisy), Your Highness (sarcastic)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Joshua’s Nicknames for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Ji-Ji, Lunie, Princess Trouble (only when teasing)

iv. CONTACTS

prince joshie & princess jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names

it’s what they naturally call each other most. also because their bond is like chaotic but affectionate.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Joshua’s pic: Ryan (Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse) looking at himself in a mirror. because Ryan is delusional, fabulous, and self-obsessed— just like Joshua at peak confidence.

Luna’s pic: Raquelle (Ryan’s twin) looking smugly at herself in a mirror. because Raquelle is beautiful, chaotic, and the blueprint for petty queens— aka Luna in a nutshell.

Luna made Joshua binge Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse on a random Tuesday night. halfway through, they paused, pointed at the screen, and screamed, “THAT’S US.” changed their contact photos immediately with zero regrets.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

nope. haven’t event thought about it. this is the best one they have set. the only time they’ll even think about changing their contacts is if they find another iconic duo they relate to wholeheartedly… then they’ll consider.

JUN & LUNA ─── JunJi

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence.

shy chaos meets loyal gremlin— the ultimate slow-burn besties.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

when they first met, it was giving painfully polite strangers at a dinner party. both shy, both lowkey introverted around new people— they bowed awkwardly like 10 times in under a minute.

Jun thought she was so cool— “Wow… she’s like… fancy,” he whispered to himself after meeting her.

Luna, meanwhile, told Jeonghan later, “He looks like a prince but stands like a terrified deer.”

for the first few months, interactions were mostly: “Ah… hello…” “Did you eat?” then cue the awkward laughing.

but once they started spending time together during Korean lessons with the other foreign line members, the awkward walls crumbled.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

their friendship blossomed during survival Korean classes with Joshua, Minghao, and Vernon and other trainees. Luna would be extra enthusiastic about Jun’s Chinese culture and ask him all kinds of questions.

Luna: “Do you miss hot pot? I looked up a place! We should go!”

Jun, absolutely touched: “You would do that for me?”

they bonded over; language struggles, their homesickness, laughing at Joshua’s Americanized Korean pronunciation. trading “strangest food from your country” stories. roasting Vernon for already being lowkey fluent while they were dying over Hangul. slowly but surely, they became the type of friends who didn’t need to talk all the time to feel close.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

Luna is quiet; Jun is also quiet. BUT Luna activates Jun like an uno reverse card— making him louder, funnier, and more mischievous when she’s around.

Luna is Jun’s designated #1 fan. if Jun breathes in the general direction of a stage, Luna is clapping like a proud soccer mom.

“GO HUI-HUI GO!!” she yells from backstage while the staff die laughing.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

a weird mix of peaceful and chaotic. they’ll be chilling in comfortable silence one second— and then the next second Luna is making Jun do TikTok dances he absolutely hates but secretly enjoys because she’s hyping him up.

Jun (learning the dance regardless): “I hate you.”

Luna: “You’re welcome. Now body roll more aggressively. Our fans would like that.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Jun brings out: Luna’s calmness— when she’s around him, she’s visibly more chill, grounded, less frantic.

Luna brings out: Jun’s playful side— the one who teases and pranks and isn’t afraid to be ridiculous.

they are each other’s emotional support weirdos.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Jun for Luna: he is her ‘judgement-free zone’ where she can be extra silly without fear of being judged.

Luna for Jun: she is his external hype squad and accidental English tutor.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

English/Chinese language exchanges (but make it chaotic). Luna trying to pronounce Mandarin tones correctly while Jun physically cringes. they regularly teach each other memes from their own countries and rate them from 1-10.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

pretending to be ‘official interpreters’ whenever someone asks them a question.

Jun: “She said she wants dumplings.”

Luna (who said nothing of the sort): “He said he’s buying us all dinner.”

calling each other by their Chinese or English names randomly for dramatic effect. “ Wen Junhui, you disappoint me.” “Luna Bae, this is why you can’t have nice things.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

Luna always sends Jun support when he’s away in China— coffee trucks, food trucks, personalized gifts, flowers, literally sending her love internationally like it’s an Olympic sport.

Jun, in return: spams her with selfies of him holding random cute objects like stuffed animals. makes her random playlists titled ‘For When You’re Sad’ and ‘Luna’s Emo Hours.’

simple and small acts of comfort: Luna reminding Jun to drink water after dancing. Jun sneaking snacks into her bag before shoots because “you always forget to eat.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

that time they got lost trying to find a restaurant in Osaka because both assumed the other knew the way.

when Jun got sick during a Chinese schedule and Luna sent him a selfie holding up half a heart— and he sent his own back completing it. “We’re the most powerful friendship duo, sorry Jeonghan hyung.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Jun:

Junnie, Hui-Hui, Moon #1, 小王子 (xiǎo wángzǐ / ‘Little Prince’)— she uses it when she’s being especially annoying or teasing.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Jun’s nicknames for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Moon #2, 小月亮 (xiǎo yuè liàng / ‘Little Moon’) — his nickname when he’s feeling soft and sentimental.

iv. CONTACTS

moon #1 & moon #2

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they both love the nicknames and never found anything more perfect for each other. ‘Moon #1’ for Jun since his surname in Korean is Moon. While ‘Moon #2’ for Luna since her name means Moon in Latin. Jun is number one since he is the oldest of the two. the names are just the right mix of cheesy, affectionate, and embarrassing (which makes it even better).

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Jun’s pic: a selfie Jun sent while sick— holding up half a heart with his hand, looking adorably tired but trying to smile.

Luna’s pic: Luna’s reply selfie— completing the heart with her hand, trying to smile the same way Jun did in his picture.

when Jun was sick during filming in China, sent the half-heart selfie. Luna who missed him, immediately sent the matching half. Luna was so emotional about it, she messaged him: “Save that forever or I’m fighting you.”

Jun replied: “Already set as your profile pic. Stay mad.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

nope. never. it’s been years and they refuse to change them. Luna claims it’s ‘friendship law’ at this point. Jun said if she ever changed it, he’d dramatically unfollow her for 10 minutes out of spite.

HOSHI & LUNA ─── SoonYeon

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

hyper-competitive dance soulmates but also mother and her overly dramatic iPad tiger child.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

when they first met, Hoshi’s aura was very serious and intimidating. as dance leader even during trainee days, he had naturally high standards and a razor sharp eye for mistakes. Luna, with her ballet background and clean movement lines, immediately caught Hoshi’s attention in the best way. he found her movements “so clean it scratched an itch in his brain I didn’t know existed.”— she rarely needed corrections. because of this, Hoshi, who could be blunt and scary, was surprisingly soft towards her. it shocked a lot of the other trainees.

first few meetings— lots of stiff, formal energy. bowing 90° to each other constantly. accidentally speaking to each other in formal speech even when everyone else dropped it.

Hoshi: (bowing furiously) “Hello, I’m Kwon Soonyoung.”

Luna: (panicking) “Oh…yes! Hi– I’m Bae Jiyeon. Nice to meet you.”

cue them doing that awkward shuffle where both people try to move out of the way but keep moving in the same direction. now? Luna casually drags Hoshi by the sleeve to fix his hoodie and lectures him like a tired mom, while Hoshi whines dramatically like a six-year-old denied a Happy Meal.

Luna: (adjusting his hoodie) “You can’t be a tiger looking like a mess, Shi-Shi.”

Hoshi: (whining) “BUT I’M A CUTE TIGER, JIYEONIE.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

dance was their ultimate bridge. Hoshi became curious about Luna’s ballet background and often asked her about certain movements, how she learned body control, etc. Luna would mirror that curiosity, always peppering him with questions about hip-hop foundations, popping, and choreo process.

they both stayed behind after practice hours a lot— stretching, freestyling, battling for who could hold a plank longer, etc. Hoshi realized that Luna learned choreography freakishly fast— she picked up footwork and hand placement in almost half the time of others, and it impressed him so much he once jokingly asked:

Hoshi: (mock serious) “…Are you even human, Jiyeonie?”

Luna: (grinning) “Just built different, Soonyoungie-oppa.”

as dance leader, Hoshi quickly realized that Luna wasn’t just good— she was performance team level good. he really, really wanted her to join the performance team when they were unofficially discussing future team divisions during trainee days.

Hoshi: (in a practice room, breathless from dancing) “You’re Performance Team material.”

Luna: (laughing) “Is this your way of recruiting me?”

Hoshi: (grinning) “You should be honored.”

he genuinely thought her ballet background and street dance fusion style would revolutionize their choreography. however, Luna was also gaining attention for her vocals— trainers constantly praised her tone and technique, and she started being pushed toward vocal team.

Hoshi, being a little dramatic but also mature about it, agreed. He knew she deserved the vocal team position because her voice was too beautiful to sideline.

years later on a Knowing Brothers episode when talking about Luna’s debut, Hoshi said proudly and dramatically: “Honestly, if Luna wanted to, she could be in every unit. She fits Performance Team, Hip-Hop Team, Vocal Team… she’s literally Seventeen itself, I’m serious.”

their inside joke forever became Hoshi pretending to dramatically “steal her back” for the performance team every time she posted a dance cover or performed powerful choreo.

Hoshi: (mock whispering in her ear) “You know you’re one of us at heart, right? Performance Team blood runs in you.”

Luna: (laughing, pushing him away) “Stay mad, Shi-Shi.”

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

absolute chaos meets motherly micromanagement— Luna is that tired mom with 3 hours of sleep managing her hyperactive toddler (Hoshi). meanwhile, Hoshi is that pet tiger who thinks he’s fierce but looks like a stuffed animal.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

surprisingly chill… for like 5 minutes. they start calm: busy on their phones, maybe stretching, discussing new dance trends.

then somehow it devolves into: TikTok dance battles at 3AM. Hoshi trying to stack random objects on Luna’s head to see how long she can balance it (she’s scarily good). Luna making Hoshi practice ballet pirouettes and almost passing out from dizziness.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Hoshi brings out Luna’s: competitiveness to new heights. he pushes and encourages her to be even sharper, faster, more daring with choreography. makes her get OUT of her perfectionist, “everything must be clean” shell sometimes and just vibe.

Luna brings Hoshi’s: softness to balance his leadership intensity. she reminds him it’s okay to laugh, to not always be in ‘Dance Teacher Mode.’ she makes him feel cared for and seen outside of his dance ability.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Hoshi for Luna: her energy booster and confidence hype man, the one who reminds her she’s unstoppable.

Luna for Hoshi: his emotional support momager + the only one who can tell him “you’re overworking” and he’ll listen.

Hoshi: (chanting dramatically) “Our Jiyeonie is the dance queen!”

Luna: (laughing) “You’re so embarrassing, stop!!”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

supporting each other’s weird interests 3000%.

Luna wears tiger print whenever Hoshi has a big event. Hoshi attends Luna’s solo dance performances schedules even if he has to sneak in with sunglasses and a hat.

gift exchange tradition— Luna must buy Hoshi anything tiger-related she spots. a tiger print bag, tiger slippers, even tiger-patterned socks. you name it, it’s his.

Hoshi must send her TikToks he thinks she can nail dance-wise and challenge her to do it first.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

‘Horanghae Nation President’ = Luna’s title.

Hoshi pretending to be an actual tiger cub, growling softly whenever he wants attention.

Hoshi: (tiny roar) “grrr” 🥺

Luna: (patting his head) “Yes, yes, my scary little beast.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

if either one has a rough day, they automatically end up in a dance studio together— no talking, just music and movement.

Luna’s major cuteness aggression towards Hoshi—randomly grabs his cheeks mid-conversation. squeals “AHH, SO SQUISHY!” and aggressively hugs him.

posting silly dance covers and challenges together like a chaotic mother-son duo on TikTok.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

a jaw-droppingly sexy dance cover they posted once to a The Weeknd song— totally caught fans off-guard because usually their content is pure crackhead energy.

fans losing their minds because “Mother and Child just ate us alive and didn’t even say sorry.”

during a group live for Luna’s birthday, Hoshi randomly got super soft and said— Hoshi: “You’re one of my favorite people, you make this team better just by being you.”

Luna (tearing up): “Is the tiger…crying?”

Hoshi: “NO, IT’S JUST MY EYE SWEAT.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Hoshi:

Shi-Shi, Soonie, Soonyoungie, My Pet Tiger, Squish-Cub (especially when he’s pouting), Baby Tiger

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Hoshi’s nicknames for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Ballerina Boss, Tiger Mama, Ji-Ji, Performance Team Member #5 (when he wants to annoy Woozi)

iv. CONTACTS

shi-shi & ji-ji

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they literally call each other these nicknames in real life all the time— it felt wrong to save each other as anything else. plus, they wanted to match like the clingy chaotic besties they are.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Hoshi’s pic: a photo of him at a fansign wearing a fuzzy bear hoodie, doing the Horanghae claw pose aggressively but cutely.

Luna’s pic: a photo of Luna also at a fansign wearing tiger ears and big cat mittens, holding her hands up like a ferocious kitten.

both photos were found randomly on fan accounts. they both sent the pictures to each other at the same time in a chaotic “OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOU” moment and decided to change their contact photos immediately.

Luna: (texting) “BRO. HOW ARE YOU A WHOLE BEAR-ASS TIGER RN.”

Hoshi: (texting) “YOU’RE LITERALLY A TIGER- KITTEN HYBRID TRYING TO BE FIERCE. STOP.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

no. they love the current names and pictures way too much. it’s a badge of honor at this point.

WONWOO & LUNA ─── WonNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

calm meets calmer. the human embodiment of ‘silent understanding’ and ‘two introverts chilling in a room five feet apart because they vibe.’

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

Luna has always been good at keeping her cool, but meeting Wonwoo? she short-circuited a little. he wasn’t loud. He wasn’t intimidating in the traditional way. it was the eyes— the sharp, catlike gaze that seemed to see straight into her soul.

Luna: (to herself, first day) “Holy shit, is he glaring at me?”

reality: he was literally just existing. he didn’t see her at all. she was a blur… literally. Wonwoo was blind and existing. ironically, Luna experienced what others often feel when they first meet her— that wall of silent intensity.

first few weeks, she’d freeze up whenever Wonwoo was around, treating him like a final boss she wasn’t ready to fight. it was funny. Luna wasn’t intimidated by Seungcheol or Woozi like a lot were. it was Wonwoo. but once she started catching him smiling at dumb jokes or catching glimpses of his laugh where his eyes would crinkle and his sharp image would completely soften?

Luna: (whispering to Joshua) “I was scared of a literal teddy bear. I deserve jail time.”

Wonwoo: (soft laugh) “You were scared of me? That’s cute.”

now, they’re so comfortable, Luna jokes that she can predict his every blink.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

it started because Wonwoo heard from other trainees that Luna had a hidden rap training background.

Wonwoo: (serious) “You used to rap? Show me.”

Luna: (horrified) “No. Immediate rejection. Try again next year.”

Luna was shy about it— rapping was the one thing she wasn’t confident in. in fact, her old trainers from her previous company only tested her on it for a few months before she joined to PLEDIS.

Wonwoo didn’t push too hard, but he never forgot. months later, during a random evaluation, trainers asked Luna to rap… and she transformed. her flow was sharp, her delivery clean— it was like seeing a whole different Luna. Wonwoo (and the other trainees lowkey) clapped without even thinking.

Wonwoo: (quiet but awed) “You’re insane. Why don’t you do it more?”

Luna: (shrugging, bashful) “It’s not my main thing…”

Wonwoo: (smirking) “It should be.”

they bonded after that— over rap, rhythm, phrasing. Luna also became Wonwoo’s unofficial English tutor when he needed help with rap lyrics. she would patiently explain slang, nuances, and tone.

Wonwoo: (after Luna explained ‘pull up’) “So it’s not… actually pulling something up somewhere?”

Luna: (grinning) “Correct, Woo.”

these quiet moments— shoulders brushing as they pored over lyrics together— built a solid, wordless trust between them.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

black cat x doberman. they’re so low energy sometimes that others wonder if they’re even alive.

Seungkwan: (mock screaming) “SAY SOMETHING! BLINK! BREATHE! MOVE!”

Luna + Wonwoo: (barely glancing up) “…hi.”

quiet comfort. a safe zone where neither feels the pressure to entertain.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

peak ‘comfortable silence’ energy. they could sit for hours, gaming or reading, exchanging maybe two words but feeling totally at peace. no forced conversation. just existing together.

Wonwoo: (passing her a controller) “Ready?”

Luna: (nodding, stretching) “Let’s go.”

it’s the most healing, non-demanding dynamic either of them has.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Wonwoo brings out Luna’s: patience and he grounds her. in the chaos of idol life, he’s one of her few ‘still points.’ with him, she doesn’t feel the need to perform or impress— she can just be. Luna becomes even softer, even more patient with herself around Wonwoo.

Luna brings out Wonwoo’s: quiet warmth shine brighter. he smiles more, jokes a little more, even initiates conversation with her.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Wonwoo for Luna: is the silent protector— he doesn’t say much, but you best believe he notices when Luna’s not feeling okay.

Luna for Wonwoo: is the gentle cheerleader— noticing when Wonwoo needs silent support and giving it without fuss.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

gaming sessions— Wonwoo taught Luna gaming 101. she was tragically bad at first— dying every 2 minutes, asking dumb questions. he never once teased her, only explaining patiently over and over again.

Wonwoo: (explaining for the 10th time) “Click B to crouch, Jiyeon-ah. B.”

Luna: (squinting at controller) “WHERE IS B?!”

now they game together all the time— she’s decent, but the moment she gets too into it, her sailor mouth comes out in full force.

Luna: (in Korean-English hybrid rage) “Ya, what the—! Bro what the fuck! Why in the flying fuck?!”

Wonwoo: (calmly laughing) “Language, Jiyeonie.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Luna dramatically ‘fainting’ every time Wonwoo wears a button up with his glasses and looks like a hot professor.

Luna: (pretending to swoon) “Somebody stop this man. It’s too much.”

Wonwoo: (adjusting glasses, deadpan) “Study harder.”

Wonwoo teasing Luna by texting her random English slang he just learned and seeing if she cringes.

Wonwoo: (text at 3 AM) “Bro, that’s lowkey bussin fr fr.”

Luna: (dying inside) “You’re banned from the internet.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

Luna wordlessly cleaning Wonwoo’s glasses if she spots even a speck of dust— he’ll just stand still and tilt his head like a cat until she’s done.

Wonwoo acting like a literal dad scolding her for bad eye habits: (serious) “You’re gonna ruin your eyesight. Stop holding your phone so close, Bae Jiyeon.”

Luna: (mocking) “Dad, it’s fineee.”

Wonwoo: (pushing her hand away gently) “Arm’s length. Always.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

that one gaming live where Luna lost badly and was clearly about to start cussing. Wonwoo, with the reflexes of a Marvel superhero, immediately wrapped one arm around her shoulders and slapped his hand over her mouth. fans lost their minds at the smoothness.

Luna: (muffled behind his hand) “MMMPH!!!”

Wonwoo: (calm, smiling at camera) “She’s fine. She’s just… expressing strong emotions.”

legendary clip. fans still edit it into meme videos about friendship trauma.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Wonwoo

Woo, Wonie, Won-Won, Woon, Woonie, Catboy (when teasing him)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Wonwoo’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Loony (Harry Potter reference), Trouble (when she curses too much gaming)

iv. CONTACTS

wonie & trouble

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

it’s what they naturally call each other the most. it just feels right. ‘Wonie’ is cute and Luna loves how it sounds. ‘Trouble’ because Luna swears like a sailor when gaming and he finds it secretly adorable.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Wonwoo’s pic: a stolen selfie of Wonwoo looking mildly confused after she shoved her phone in his face. during a gaming break. Luna attacked Wonwoo with the phone; Wonwoo was too stunned to resist. at least he was smiling (awkwardly) after he blinked like a deer caught in headlights.

Luna’s pic: areally pretty selfie Luna took using his phone when she stole it while he was distracted. she looked so happy and carefree that he kept it.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

nope. Luna knows she’s never getting another candid cute pic like that of Wonwoo unless she tackles him. meanwhile, Wonwoo is way too lazy to ever update his contacts. also, he likes that selfie too much (but he’ll never admit it out loud).

WOOZI & LUNA ─── LuZi

i. OVERVIEW:

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

musicians at heart— the composer and his melody. they aren’t loud or over-the-top. they’re those quietly brilliant kids in class you only notice when you realize they’re carrying the whole group project. Luna thrives in feeling things deeply and translating them into melodies, and Woozi— literal sound engineer of her feelings— is the one who structures and shapes it.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

during their trainee years, Woozi and Luna were in two completely different universes— not in a bad way, just… parallel. Luna had Jeonghan; Woozi had himself, he gravitated towards himself. their conversations were strictly “Hello,” “Good work today,” and “Eat well.” Very formal. Very awkward.

Luna thought he was a bit intense but respected the hell out of him. Woozi thought she was kind of intimidating because she observed too much and he was suspicious of anyone that observant.

trainee Luna: “Good morning, Jihoon-shi!”

trainee Woozi, blinking aggressively: “Y-Yeah. Morning.” (internally: why is she so… bright??? it’s 7 AM???)

now they are partners-in-(musical)-crime. Woozi’s the first person Luna wants to show her new lyric idea to. Luna’s one of the few people aside from the other members Woozi trusts enough to ask for honest feedback. they still don’t have super deep personal talks often, but when they do, it’s surprisingly raw and supportive.

Luna barging into his studio, grinning: “I wrote something new!”

Woozi, deadpan but fond: “Did you at least sleep this time or is this another 3 AM masterpiece?”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

Luna being recruited into the Seventeen project was the start. suddenly, Woozi had to actually work with her— not just awkwardly bow at the practice room door. she was curious about songwriting and producing— not just surface-level curious, but taking actual notes curious.

Woozi noticed her genuine passion and couldn’t help but mentor her a little. he appreciated that she didn’t just ask annoying questions like, “What’s your favorite chord?” but instead asked, “How do you know when a track feels finished?” over time, he started calling her into the studio with a casual, “You free? I need a second opinion.”

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

calm, focused, creative. it’s two perfectionists bonding over art, but without suffocating each other. Luna is slightly more expressive; Woozi is the cool-headed editor. he hones her wild ideas into clean executions; she pulls him into more experimental zones. in short: student and teacher turned collaborators.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

quiet music nerd energy. lots of “listen to this” and “what do you think about this hook?”

occasional comfortable silences where one is working and the other is doodling lyrics. not much small talk— mostly hyper-focused music conversations punctuated by dry jokes.

Luna tapping her pencil on her notebook: “Do you think this bridge is too cheesy?”

Woozi, sipping coffee without looking up: “You’re cheesy. It works.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Woozi brings out Luna’s: confidence in her own musical instincts. patience to refine her ideas without losing passion. a more technical, structured approach to creativity.

Luna brings out Woozi’s: slightly more playful, experimental side. ability to loosen his tight grip on perfection. she is a reminder that music is supposed to be felt just as much as it’s crafted.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Woozi for Luna: mentor, quality control manager, quiet cheerleader. the person whose approval feels like winning an Olympic gold.

Luna for Woozi: muse, chaos bringer (in a good way), someone who reminds him why he loved music before it became a job.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

sharing drafts and lyric ideas late at night.

studio jam sessions where they don’t speak much— just vibe and build. sometimes they’ll spend hours in the same room, each doing their own thing, only breaking the silence when one of them says, “Hey, listen to this real quick.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Luna constantly calling Woozi ‘President of the Sound Department’ whenever he gets too nitpicky about mixing.

Woozi teasing Luna that she writes “too many heartbreak ballads for someone who’s not heartbroken and very much in love.”

Luna threatening to make a diss track every time Woozi rejects one of her beat ideas (“I’m this close to cooking you in 16 bars, Hoonie.”)

Woozi’s fake-deadpan reaction to every one of her new lyrics: “It’s missing… ‘baby’. Put ‘baby’ in it.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

whenever Luna feels stuck, Woozi doesn’t give big pep talks. he just tosses her a spare notebook and says: “Write it out. Doesn’t have to make sense. Doesn’t even have to rhyme. Just get it out.”

that simple act— that permission to make a mess— usually pulls her out of her slump. when Woozi’s stressed, Luna slips him candy under his keyboard without a word. (Sugar = productivity.)

Luna grumbling after a rejection: “Maybe I should just quit music and become a florist.”

Woozi, dry as ever: “Florists still have to work with thorns. You’d just write sad songs about roses.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

Luna making her official producing debut with Woozi’s help— her first-ever co-produced track was born after a marathon 11-hour studio lock-in. fans still talk about the behind-the-scenes clip where Woozi muttered, “You’re a monster now. I created a monster,” while Luna cried happy tears.

Luna, teary-eyed: “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Woozi, awkwardly patting her head: “Yeah. Yeah, you could’ve. But I’m still taking 50% credit.”

their matching ‘Producer Line’ handshake (extremely complicated, overly dramatic, and ends with them fake-saluting each other like anime characters).

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Woozi:

Jihoonie, Hoon, Hoonie, Chief Lee, Boss Baby (When she’s being annoying)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Woozi’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Co-Captain, Muse-nim, Lyric Gremlin (affectionate), Melody, Siren (referring to her voice)

iv. CONTACTS

jihoonie & jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

their friendship is simple and based on mutual respect. their contacts are mostly functional and simple. the most common nickname they call each other is used because according to Woozi: “It’s too complicated to have your name something weird like you have for the other guys.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Woozi’s pic: stolen photo where Woozi’s cheeks are squished by his beanie, smiling like a dumpling baby. Luna caught Woozi off-guard at the studio for his photo. Luna refuses to change it because “it’s peak cuteness and must be preserved.”

Luna’s pic: she took a selfie holding a half-heart to her cheek with the caption “Wooahae”. she had no contact photo for a long time— until Luna physically forced him to set one. Luna spammed him with “Wooahae” selfies until she got sick of waiting and changed his contact manually. Woozi grumbled but secretly finds it adorable.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

absolutely not. Luna’s too obsessed with the dumpling pic. while Woozi’s too lazy and secretly sentimental to change hers. so he couldn’t be bothered.

THE8 & LUNA ─── LuHao

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

‘twin where have you been?’ ~ — same person, different fonts. they are the gender-bent versions of each other who will judge you openly but lovingly, no hesitation— professional ‘side-eye then sip tea’ partners.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

when Luna first met Minghao, he looked absolutely lost— big wide eyes, hovering awkwardly behind Jun like he’d been dropped into another planet. she immediately related to him, being a ‘foreigner’ herself. it was mutual confusion between them over why there was a girl in their group, but it was never rude, just puzzled.

Minghao, blinking at her: “Why…girl?”

Luna, blinking back: “Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are.”

over time, he became one of her fiercest silent defenders when people doubted or side-eyed her presence in SEVENTEEN. he wasn’t loud about it— he was silent but deadly with his shade and side-eyes at anyone disrespectful.

Minghao (deadpan): “Their opinions are invalid.”

Luna, laughing: “My knight in shiny apathy.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

Korean classes were their bonding ground. Luna knew more Korean, so she helped him a lot (with Jun’s occasional help). it started with simple study sessions, but quickly became Luna dragging Minghao by the sleeve and saying things like:“Repeat after me: ‘Hello, I am a king.’”

Minghao, confused but obedient: “…Hello, I am a king?”

Luna: “Exactly. Manifest it.”

she helped him not just with words, but with slang, humor, and reading between the lines of Korean culture which she had learned from her peers as well. in turn, Minghao would teach her Chinese idioms and phrases, making their tutoring sessions this weird fusion of cultures and chaotic humor.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

both have permanently installed Resting Judgment Faces™. when something stupid happens in the group, both will silently make eye contact— no words needed, the disdain is communicated through vibes.

Luna is impulsive and chaotic, while Minghao is the “breathe, bestie” squad.

Minghao (patting Luna’s back when she’s about to pop off): “Inhale. Exhale. Violence…later.”

they balance each other— Luna acts first, Minghao calculates first.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

strangely peaceful. they will sit in total silence for hours— Minghao painting, Luna scribbling lyrics or doodles— and it’s not awkward at all. they also exchange the occasional deadpan commentary:

Luna, staring at her sketch: “This looks like a drunk chicken.”

Minghao, not looking up: “So do you sometimes.”

Luna: “Facts.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Minghao brings out Luna’s: self-awareness and patience. she’s naturally impulsive, but with him, she remembers to slow down, reflect, and think bigger picture.

Luna brings out Minghao’s: playfulness and emotional openness. he’s naturally reserved and mysterious, but around Luna, he lets loose more easily— jokes, playful jabs, even chaotic laughter that shocks everyone else.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Minghao for Luna: her voice of reason and her unofficial ‘calm the chaos’ mentor. her emotional regulator when things get too overwhelming.

Luna for Minghao: his creative spark and emotional compass. she reminds him that it’s okay to not always be the cool and composed philosopher, that vulnerability is powerful too.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

tea time— Minghao taught Luna traditional Chinese tea rituals.

Luna: ��So no milk? No sugar??”

Minghao (judging): “Absolutely not. You weirdo.”

Luna taught him the British-style tea with milk and sugar, resulting in 10 minutes of pure judgment followed by gagging noises after he tried it.

painting sessions— very soothing. Luna’s style is chaotic and colorful; Minghao’s is minimalistic and philosophical.

fashion adventures— they are airport fashion gods. not matching exactly but matching aesthetics— same energy, different fonts. fans call them the ‘Vogue Twins’

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

pretending to be silent bodyguards for the rest of SEVENTEEN. Luna and Minghao, in sunglasses and stone faces behind Jeonghan: “Sir, this peasant tried to breathe near you.”

ranking tea quality like they’re Michelin judges.

Minghao (sniffing tea): “This smells like regret.”

Luna: “Zero stars. Would not sip again.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

when Luna’s about to go nuclear on someone, Minghao casually pats her leg or back to ground her.

Minghao (softly): “Breathe, Jiyeon-ah. You’re too pretty for jail.”

when Minghao’s stressed and closing himself off, Luna sneaks in mini snacks or sketches memes and slips them under his door. sticky note from Luna: “You’re the coolest philosophical tea-drinking king I know. Smile or I’ll tell Jun you cried at a cat video.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

synced judging reactions captured on Weverse live multiple times— the side-eyes, the collective sighs, the synchronized head tilts.

once did an impromptu ‘silent roast battle’ at a fan meeting: literally just exchanging intense stares and shrugging judgmentally while fans screamed.

Luna once roasted Minghao in English, Minghao fired back in Chinese, Luna fake-cried and they both ended up laughing like lunatics while Seungkwan screamed in the background: “I’M SCARED OF THEM.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Minghao:

Hao, Hao-Hao, Xiao Hao (Little Hao), Twinie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Minghao’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Xiao Jiyeon (Little Jiyeon), Chaos Twin

iv. CONTACTS

twinie hao-hao & twinie jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

chaotic twin behavior. nicknames they naturally fell into. they fell into a habit of calling each other ‘twinie’ when addressing each other. they have gotten so used to it, it stuck.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Minghao’s pic: a picture of James from Team Rocket (Pokémon) sticking his tongue out— chaotic, dramatic, icon behavior.

Luna’s pic: a matching picture of Jessie from Team Rocket sticking her tongue out— fiery, overdramatic, slight menace but lovable.

found during a 3AM Pinterest deep dive together.

Minghao, pointing: “This…is us.”

Luna: “No lies detected.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

YES— constantly. Past contact photos include: the Siamese twin cats from Lady and the Tramp, Little Twin Stars from Sanrio, Shinchan and Himawari from Crayon Shin-chan, Tom and Jerry. it’s a long-standing tradition to change contacts to match iconic chaotic duos every six months or so.

Luna: “This is our thing.”

Minghao: “I’m pretty sure you do this with Joshua too.”

Luna: “Yeah, well… I’m the main character of this story.”

MINGYU & LUNA ─── MingNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

golden retriever in love with his badass fairy princess— the biggest ‘what if’ Carats will never get over of.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first Impression vs now:

Luna first thought Mingyu was stupidly attractive. Like— teen heartthrob level. then he opened his mouth… and she immediately went “Oh. He’s a puppy.” he was fumbling, blushing, dropping his water bottle, and giggling like a middle schooler when she said hi.

Luna (to herself): “He’s gonna be the death of me. But like, in a sweet way.”

Mingyu (internally screaming): “I’m going to marry her. Today. Right now.”

Mingyu was absolutely floored. genuinely thought she was a fairy princess that stumbled out of a Disney movie. forgot how to breathe for a good minute. thought she ‘glowed’ in the fluorescent trainee lights (he wasn’t even exaggerating).

and till this day he still thinks she glows. still would propose on the spot if given half a chance. Luna still sees him as the world’s biggest, stupidly cute, sweetest golden retriever. but now they’re best friends too— she can boss him around, roast him, hug him, and he’ll just wag his metaphorical tail and follow her around like it’s his life mission.

Luna (teasing): “Still got that little crush, Gyu?”

Mingyu (grinning wide): “Always.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

Mingyu was paralyzed around her during their trainee years. like, deer-in-headlights levels of awkward. every time Luna even glanced his way, he would immediately: trip over thin air, blush so hard he looked sunburnt, genuinely look like he was about to explode.

meanwhile, Seungcheol and Jeonghan (also secret admirers) at least managed to act cool around her. Mingyu? full malfunction.

one break during training, Luna casually sat next to him with a snack and just started chatting about the weather.

Luna (grinning): “You think it’s gonna rain today? I hope it rains. I like the smell.”

Mingyu (inwardly combusting): “Y-Yeah! Rain smells… good in a weird way! I mean— not like, bad! I mean— you smell—GOOD— wait—”

Luna burst out laughing at his panic— not mocking, but genuinely finding him adorable. that laugh broke the ice. Mingyu fell harder.

Mingyu (internally): “Oh my god. She’s the cutest person alive. I’m dead. Goodbye.”

from then, she’d always sit with him, joke with him, pull him into group convos, and slowly he unfurled like a shy puppy finally getting cuddled.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

golden retriever x doberman dynamic to the MAX.

Mingyu: sunshine, clinginess, heart eyes 24/7. Luna: the slightly intimidating, beautiful doberman who secretly has a huge soft spot for her dumb golden retriever. he’s physically attached to her when possible — hugs, arm slings, resting his chin on her head because he’s TALL.

Mingyu: “Can I hug you?”

Luna (pretending to be annoyed but already opening her arms): “You’re already doing it, idiot.”

ater Luna and Jeonghan became a thing, Mingyu was hurt, but mostly just happy she found real love. never let the heartbreak ruin their friendship.

Mingyu (softly): “As long as you’re happy, I’m good.”

to this day, if someone asks Mingyu his ideal type, it’s Luna’s name and description that falls out without thinking.

Mingyu (panicking): “…Like…Luna. I mean—not LUNA Luna but like…someone Luna-LIKE??“

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

Luna’s gentle giant. no questions asked— if Luna’s sad, tired, stressed — Mingyu’s solution is immediate physical affection: giant bear hugs, carrying her around like she weighs nothing, stroking her hair while she vents, if Luna’s hungry, Mingyu starts cooking without even asking.

Luna: “Gyu-Gyu, I’m kinda hungry—”

Mingyu (already chopping onions): “What do you want? Spicy? Comfort food? Say less.”

they genuinely feel like home to each other— in a loud, goofy, heartfelt way.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Mingyu brings out Luna’s: softer, cuddlier side. lets her be small and protected without judgment— a rarity for someone as strong and self-reliant as her.

Luna brings out Mingyu’s: calmer, more centered side. helps him feel less self-conscious and more confident just being his genuine goofy, soft-hearted self. makes him feel seen and cherished beyond just his looks or talents.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Mingyu for Luna: emotional support teddy. the guy she can rely on to show up with hugs, food, and unconditional loyalty without asking for anything in return.

Luna for Mingyu: his fairy princess best friend who reminds him he’s worth loving even when he feels insecure. his anchor in the chaos.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

Instagram famous duo— lowkey obsessed with aesthetic selfies of each other. most of Luna’s viral candid shots? Mingyu’s handiwork. half of Mingyu’s boyfriend-core Instagram shots? Luna behind the camera, making kissy faces to make him laugh.

fashion addicts— shopping is religion. Italy Nana Tour? they were the only ones serving FITS on the last day.

trying on outfits, rating each other like judges on a reality show.

Mingyu: “11/10. Wife material.”

Luna (laughing): “You’re so biased.”

cuddle monsters— Luna randomly launching herself onto Mingyu’s lap? normal.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Mingyu is Luna’s emotional support golden retriever. they joke that Mingyu has a ‘loyalty chip’ installed for Luna only.

Luna: “Sit next to me, Gyu.”

Mingyu (sitting immediately): “Okay!”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

piggy back rides— Mingyu offers them anytime Luna looks even slightly tired.

cheek squeezes + kisses— Luna aggressively squishing Mingyu’s cheeks is a daily event. he retaliates by planting a kiss on her forehead or cheek.

official SEVENTEEN cooks— always found side-by-side in the kitchen during group trips. have a natural rhythm together— chopping, stirring, taste-testing each other’s dishes.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ most iconic shared moments:

the Insomnia Zero confession— during a Going Seventeen filming, Mingyu casually confessed— Mingyu: “Jiyeon-ah, do you know I have a crush on you?”

Luna (heart spiking): “Ya! Stop lying!! People will misunderstand!!”

the ‘Biggest What If’ of SEVENTEEN history. before JeongNa was confirmed, fans were OBSESSED with Luna x Mingyu. the ‘triangle’ era between Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungcheol is iconic. but Jeonghan, Luna, and Mingyu? Legendary.

iii. NICKNAMES:

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Mingyu:

Gyu, Gyu-Gyu, Migoo, Darling, My Giant, Puppy (to tease)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Mingyu’s nicknames for Luna:

Lu-Lu, Jiyeonie, Lovebug (when he’s being dramatic and need of attention)

iv. CONTACTS

Gyu-Gyu & Lu-Lu

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they picked their nicknames because they’re the names that they originally made for each other that makes them feel warm the fastest.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Mingyu’s pic: mirror selfie he sent her making a kissy face and flashing a peace sign.

Luna’s pic: a mirror selfie she sent back doing the same, trying to mimic him.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

a couple times. but this current setup — the kissy selfies — has stuck because it’s cute, ridiculous, and feels perfectly them.

DK & LUNA ─── SeokNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

the princess and her court jester— chaotic sunshine besties with golden vocals and even more golden hearts.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

the first time Luna met Seokmin, she cackled. not giggled, not chuckled— cackled. it was during a vocal warm-up session and he made a random comment in his overly sincere voice, something like, “Your voice sounds like a sexy GPS that would still lead me off a cliff— but I’d thank it for the ride.” and Luna, already tired from the day, just lost it. everyone turned like, What the hell just happened? but Seokmin? he lit up. from that day on, it became his life mission to keep making her laugh like that.

meanwhile, for Seokmin, the second he heard Luna sing for the first time, he froze. he wasn’t even being dramatic— he genuinely looked around like, is this an OST? are we in a k-drama right now? when she laughed at his jokes later, he considered it divine validation.

these days, they’re a full-on comedic duo. Luna looks at him and knows he’s about to say something stupid. Dokyeom looks at her and prays she reacts in the most over-the-top way.

Dokyeom: “You know you’re my favorite audience, right?”

Luna: “And you’re my favorite unpaid clown.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

their closeness solidified the moment they were paired for a trainee vocal evaluation duet. they were both already recognized for their vocals, but the moment they sang together, the room was stunned. the harmonies? illegal. their chemistry? undeniable.

after that, they started doing more lessons together with Seungkwan because of their similar ranges. but the real bonding happened when Luna, post-practice, flopped down beside Dokyeom and asked, “So do you actually warm up, or do you just wing it with those high notes?” he laughed so loud he dropped his water bottle. “I warm up! What do you think I am, reckless?” Luna, nodding— “Yes.”

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

they’re the definition of sibling chaos. Dokyeom is the dramatic, loud younger brother type who clings to Luna, pokes her side to annoy her, and suddenly breaks into song at full volume during silent moments. Luna acts like she hates it, but she doesn’t. she never has. she throws pillows at him while hiding a smile, grumbles while letting him braid her hair, and always gives in when he says, “Just one more TikTok, please.” it’s loud. it’s chaotic. it’s healing.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

when it’s just Luna and Dokyeom, it’s like being backstage at a sitcom. she laughs until she wheezes, clutching her stomach while he proudly bows after every dumb joke. but beyond that, they have moments of unexpected peace— like long car rides where they sing along to ballads, harmonizing perfectly, or quiet snack breaks where Dokyeom randomly goes, “You have the most beautiful voice, you know?” and Luna just blinks, emotional, then throws a cookie at him to avoid crying.

Dokyeom: “You gonna cry?”

Luna (teary eyed): “No, shut up, eat your rice cake.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Dokyeom brings out Luna’s: inner goofball— he makes her feel like she can let loose, be dramatic, be silly, and not care about how it looks. around him, she doesn’t need to be polished or intimidating— she can just be Jiyeon, the girl who cackles and sings off-key for fun.

Luna brings out Dokyeom’s: vulnerability. she gives his chaotic sunshine a place to land. with her, he can be deep, honest, and vulnerable. she’s his safe space when his anxiety gets too loud. she’s one of the few people who can look at him and go, “You don’t have to make people laugh all the time. Just be you.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Dokyeom for Luna: DK is her comic relief, emotional support vocalist, and part-time therapist. he knows when she needs to laugh, when she needs to sing, and when she just needs someone to sit next to her in silence.

Luna for Dokyeom: Luna is his emotional anchor, the one who reminds him he’s more than his jokes. she’s one of the first people he goes to when he needs anything. he says she’s got ‘main character energy,’ but what he really means is— she inspires him.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

karaoke nights where they battle for the highest note like it’s a literal war. random duets that always end up on staff members’ phones because “This needs to be archived.” they also have a habit of buying matching snacks at every convenience store stop and doing dramatic CF reenactments in the aisles.

Dokyeom: “You’re the singer, not the actor, remember?”

Luna: “Shh, this is Oscar-worthy.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

they have a running bit where Luna pretends to be a snooty opera singer and Dokyeom acts as her overworked, underpaid vocal coach. Another classic: if someone compliments Dokyeom’s voice, Luna immediately goes, “Wow, and to think I taught him everything he knows.”

also, anytime either of them says ‘emotional ballad,’ the other starts fake-crying while dramatically mouthing a song into a water bottle mic.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

their pre-performance ritual: quick harmonizing warm-ups and a ridiculous handshake involving three claps, a spin, and a “Let’s ruin lives vocally.” they also have a habit of pulling faces at each other mid-stage when the camera isn’t on them.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

the trainee duet evaluation where their harmonies brought literal trainers to tears. Seungkwan cried in the back, claiming it was allergies.

the time Luna lost her voice and Dokyeomspent the whole week speaking for her, complete with a dramatic falsetto. “I am Jiyeon. I demand bubble tea and a nap.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Dokyeom:

Kyeomie, Dokyeomie, Seokminie, Minnie Mouse (because of the ‘minie’ in Seokminie), and occasionally ‘King Arthur’ when she’s being sarcastic.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Dokyeom’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Ji-Ji, Royal Highness™ or Drama Queen Supreme (when she’s acting particularly bratty in rehearsals.)

iii. CONTACTS

chill guy kyeomie & drama queen supreme jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

it’s entirely bit-based. if one of them does something iconic or stupid, it becomes the contact name for a while. ‘Chill Guy Kyeomie’ came from Luna spamming him with chill guy edits. he cried laughing. ‘Drama Queen Supreme Jiyeonie’ came after a studio session where Luna was pouting about receiving the wrong coffee order with Jeonghan trying to placate her

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Dokyeom’s pic: a screenshot of Dokyeom’s in the chill guy headpiece from the TikTok he did, looking like he’s about to drop the worst mixtape of the year.

Luna’s pic: her in a giant Christmas tree headdress during a fan sign event.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

constantly. but these might stick longer because they’re ‘peak comedy,’ as Dokyeom insists. Luna agrees— plus, her contact photo of him makes her laugh every time she gets a text.

SEUNGKWAN & LUNA ─── KwanNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

If the group was a high school, they’d be the theater kids who sit in the front row of the cafeteria purely to watch drama unfold— and narrate it like it’s an Oscar-worthy film. They’re sass personified who Gossip Girl are based after

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

when Luna first met Seungkwan, she thought he was electric. his energy was loud, flamboyant, unapologetically himself— and she loved every second of it. “You’re like a human vitamin C shot,” she told him during their second vocal class together.

Seungkwan, on the other hand? terrified. “She walked in like the main character of a K-drama and I just knew I had to behave.” he confessed later that he thought Luna was going to be scary— too pretty, too composed, too cool. “She looked like she was judging everyone in the room,” he admitted, and Luna nearly choked laughing. “I was just hungry!”

as time passed, that fear melted quickly. they were assigned to harmonize together during at evaluation and Seungkwan saw the real Luna— funny, down-to-earth, a little unhinged once she warms up. “You’re literally a gremlin,” he told her after she cackled at his Mariah Carey high note impression. “A gorgeous gremlin, but still.” from that moment, they became each other’s human mic stands— always ready to back each other up with shade and harmony.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

their bond began in vocal class but was cemented in chaos. they spent hours doing warm-ups with Seokmin, and eventually made a habit of breaking into musical numbers while waiting for vocal coaches to arrive— one fateful day, while playing a chaotic round of indoor volleyball with Hoshi, Luna, and Seungkwan accidentally shattered a ceiling light. “That’s what we get for having main character energy indoors,” Luna said.

from then on, they were inseparable— singing, gossiping, and lightly traumatizing their vocal teachers with impromptu ad-libs and shameless runs. their volleyball rivalry is the stuff of legend— competitive, loud, and laced with brutal one-liners. “Try not to serve like you’re auditioning for a drama, Boo Seungkwan-ah.” “Try not to spike like you’re throwing a tantrum, noona.”

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

loud. ridiculously loud. the kind of loud that makes managers groan and other members sigh in secondhand embarrassment. they’re the sibling duo that was never related by blood but fully synced by brain cell— singular, because they share one.

Luna calls Seungkwan ‘my second child’ after Hoshi, and Seungkwan embraces the role with dramatic flair. “You mean I’m the favorite,” he says while dramatically fake-fainting into Luna’s arms while Jeonghan agrees absentmindedly.

they’re affectionate but snarky, constantly fake-bickering about who has better taste in music or who’s more booked and busy. It’s giving ‘passionate theatre kid fights in the group chat.’

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

chaotic peace. it’s still loud, but the type of loud that feels healing. you’ll find them whisper-yelling in corners, clutching iced Americanos and shooting each other side-eyes mid-conversation. If one of them hears a story, the other knows within 10 seconds. “Ya. Did you see?” “I SAW. Did you see who was tagged?!” whisper-whisper-gasp. rinse, repeat. their alone time is mostly filled with catching up on their ‘tea quota,’ impersonating the other members, harmonizing girl group songs, and screaming over whatever went viral on Twitter that morning.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Seungkwan brings out Luna’s: sassier side— the one she usually keeps under wraps to stay composed. with him, she’s wilder, louder, lets her inner theater gremlin out. he gives her permission to not always be ‘the cool one,’ and she leans into that freedom hard.

Luna brings out Seungkwan’s: sense of calm and emotional safety. she listens to his rants without judgment, encourages him to rest, and is often the one to hold his hand through breakdowns he doesn’t want others to see. “You’re the only person who lets me complain for 10 minutes and doesn’t tell me to stop being dramatic.” “It’s because I am dramatic, Boo.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Seungkwan for Luna: is the ultimate confidant. her phone call when she’s mad. her midnight FaceTime buddy when she needs to laugh. he’s the friend who lets her be messy, petty, chaotic, and still hands her tissues at the end.

Luna for Seungkwan: is the emotional rock with the mouth of a sailor. she grounds him when he spirals, but roasts him while doing it. “You’re fine. And if you’re not, at least look good while suffering.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

weekly ‘tea catch-up’ sessions— sometimes over iced coffee, sometimes at practice, sometimes under blankets on hotel beds. they also do volleyball matches (strictly 1v1), karaoke sessions where they impersonate trot singers, and impromptu live performances where they harmonize girl group songs with way too much emotion.

Seungkwan: “Let’s cover Antifragile but make it operatic.”

Luna: “Say less.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Seungkwan calls Luna ‘My Rival’ every time she sings a high note he can’t match. Luna calls him ‘Baby Boo’ when he’s being dramatic. they have a running bit where they fake audition for k-dramas in front of mirrors.

they also send each other random side-eye selfies with no context. sometimes in the middle of performances they give each other side-eyes.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

texting each other tea while sitting next to each other. literally. even if they’re on the same couch. “CHECK THIS.” “I SAW IT ALREADY.” “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

making each other laugh during performances by making funny faces at each other or changing their dance moves slightly.

They also always check on each other after long days. “Did you eat?” “No but I’m thriving on spite.” “Same.” “Eat with me.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

when they went viral for side-eyeing each other at the exact same time during an award show. “Our side-eye was synchronized like an Olympic dive,” a fan tweeted.

that legendary karaoke night where they sang Into the Unknown in full Elsa and Olaf cosplay— yes, wigs included. Luna’s was cracking up, Seungkwan fell off the stool, and they ended it with a bow like it was Broadway.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Seungkwan:

Kwannie, Seungkwannie, Kwanzilla (when he’s being dramatic), and Baby Boo. (the more extra he acts, the fancier the nickname.)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Seungkwan’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie Noona, Baby Bae, Her Royal Highness (when she’s being sassy), Queen of Side-Eye, and Mrs. Yoon (a recent one)

iv. CONTACTS

baby boo & noona bae

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they used to just be ‘Jiyeonie Noona’ and ‘Kwannie’ with selfie photos. but one day, Luna screenshotted a perfect side-eye frame from Seungkwan’s Weverse live and sent it to him with the caption “new contact pic.” he retaliated by cropping Luna’s cringing face from an interview and boom— iconic contact names and photos were born.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Seungkwan’s pic: his legendary side-eye meme from a Weverse live, mid-eye-roll, eyes squinted, giving full judgment.

Luna’s pic: her viral cringing side-eye from that one chaotic interview where she was asked a questionable question. her expression screams, “I want to evaporate.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

only a few times. from normal to chaotic. and now, these meme profiles are locked in for life. “We peaked with these,” Luna said. “There’s no going back.”

VERNON & LUNA ─── SolNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

the ‘unbothered sibling duo’— where Vernon is calm incarnate and Luna is the effortlessly cool older sister who enables him like it’s a sport. they’re like if Tumblr soft grunge and a meme account became friends and spoke exclusively in sarcastic monotone.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

Luna spotted Vernon on day 1 and immediately went, “That child is a Disney prince in the wrong country.” she was 1000% convinced he was a child actor flown in for some campaign. “He could play baby Peter Pan or, like, young DiCaprio,” she once whispered to Jeonghan. Vernon, on the other hand, just blinked at her in soft confusion. “She was cool. A little scary. Kind of like a fashionable librarian who secretly knows your secrets” now? they’re those siblings who act like they’re not close in public but absolutely have a shared Dropbox folder of unhinged memes.

Luna: “You were literally adorable. What happened?”

Vernon: “I evolved.”

Luna: “NPC energy. Love that for you.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

it started with Korean lessons— Vernon, having lived in Korea longer than most people realized, would help Luna with the finer points of grammar while she bullied him with affection. he’d be quietly correcting her intonation while she was pinching his cheeks and calling him ‘Nonnie.’ their bond strengthened through Luna’s unchecked cuteness aggression and Vernon’s quiet tolerance of it. over time, he just… let her. even leaned into it. they found rhythm in late-night practice rooms and early vocal drills, with Luna sometimes bringing snacks and Vernon occasionally sharing obscure playlists.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

imagine static noise but with swag. they are the human equivalent of lo-fi beats in AirPods during a fire drill. both are the calmest— if Hoshi is the chaos incarnate and Seungkwan is the dramatic middle child, Vernon is the too-quiet youngest they forget in the car sometimes. Luna enables his spacey behavior, sometimes joining in with a blank stare when he zones out. their shared silence is loud. their mutual confusion is telepathic.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

they talk like frat bros with unfinished liberal arts degrees. “Bro,” “Dude,” “Yo,” and “Deadass” pepper their conversations even when they’re literally discussing skincare routines. they can sit in the same room, headphones in, no eye contact, and still walk out knowing everything about each other’s day. they thrive in casual, mundane chaos. if a camera filmed them, the subtitles would just say “[Vibing in silence].” half the group’s memes are from overhearing the weird shit these two say to each other.

Vernon: “Bro, did you seen the new A24 trailer?”

Luna: “Yeah. I teared up. Didn’t even know what it was about.”

Vernon: “A vibe is a vibe.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Vernon brings out Luna’s: apathetic humor and laid-back side. around him, she doesn’t have to be the perfectionist, the older sister— she can just be. no makeup, hoodie on, glassy-eyed, laughing at some Reddit post. with him, she unplugs.

Luna brings out Vernon’s: social muscle memory— he’ll engage more, talk more, show more expression. she coaxes out that hidden playful side of him he saves for people who ‘get it.’ with Luna, he jokes more, lets himself be dramatic, lets his dry humor flourish. their dynamic is one of mutual soft-core trolling.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Vernon for Luna: is the soft reset button. the non-judgmental sounding board she goes to when she wants to scream but doesn’t want advice. he listens, offers a “that’s rough, dude” and somehow it’s perfect.

Luna for Vernon: is the older sister he never had— who doesn’t force hugs, but will threaten to fight anyone who disrespects him. she hypes him up in private, embarrasses him in public, and has no concept of personal space. and he lets her, because deep down, it’s grounding.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

late-night playlist swaps where they both try to out-hipster each other with SoundCloud finds.

watching obscure movies and rating them like they’re on Letterboxd, even though Vernon actually is on Letterboxd and Luna just bullshits reviews.

Luna: “This movie was like if depression had Wi-Fi.”

Vernon: “That’s actually so real.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

“NPC behavior” is what Luna calls it when Vernon does something suspiciously neutral. he leans into it now.

Luna once ranted to him and all Vernon replied to her was “honestly same” which strangely made her feel better and burst out laughing, so now they say “honestly same” here and there.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

they text each other memes, then proceed to not reply for three days.

Luna ‘borrows’ his hoodies constantly and he lets her because “you wear them more than I do.”

Luna: “Why do I have six of your hoodies?”

Vernon: “Idk. I assume you needed them spiritually.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

a behind-the-scenes clip where Luna is fixing Vernon’s hair mid-interview, completely deadpan, while he’s talking about something existential. the video went viral with the caption “siblings who don’t speak but know everything.”

their accidental twinning moment during a music show when they both showed up in oversized neutral outfits and the stylists told them they looked like a matched set from an H&M ad.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Vernon:

Hansolie, Sol, Nonnie, Indie Kid, “Jack. Jack, come back.” (whenever she wants to tease him)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Vernon’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie Noona, Luna Noona, My Dude

iv. CONTACTS

hansolie & jiyeonie noona

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they just stuck with what they called each other. that’s just how they are together.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Vernon’s pic: a blue monogram ‘H’ poster from the phone’s default contact settings.

Luna’s pic: a pink ‘J’ monogram poster from the phone’s default contact settings. Luna could’ve forced a funny photo on him like she did with Woozi, but with Vernon, the nonchalantness was the bit. the lack of chaos was its own inside joke. Luna demanded color coordination at the very least. it’s the only contact in his phone with anything other than the default grey.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

they’ve changed phones. changed numbers. but the contact stayed the same.

DINO & LUNA ─── LuChan

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

the ‘overinvested mom and her youngest son who can do no wrong’ — Luna spoils him senseless and Dino eats that up like it’s a five-star buffet. she mothers him without shame, he lets her without guilt. JeongNa’s eternally babied maknae.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

the first time Luna saw Chan, he was all eyes and smile. he wasn’t even the youngest trainee, but to her? he felt like the youngest— something in the way he bounced into the room like a puppy in socks made her immediately want to adopt him. meanwhile, Chan was in awe. there was something about Luna that felt larger-than-life, like she belonged on the biggest stage already. and he latched on from the jump— an eager sponge, watching her every move and mimicking her dance style in the mirrors when she wasn’t looking. she caught him once and never let it go.

now? Luna still sees him as her baby. Dino doesn’t argue. if anything, he weaponizes it. she’ll pinch his cheeks and go, “My baby dinosaur’s so cute!” and he’ll shoot finger guns and wink: “Only for you, Noona.” barf.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ now they got close:

dance was the bridge. while their styles were wildly different— Dino sharp, precise, hungry; Luna fluid, confident, storytelling-heavy— they admired each other’s craft deeply. they’d stay after training hours just watching each other dance and throwing critiques like “You hit that too hard,” or “You can melt more here.” eventually, these post-practice sessions turned into deep talks about dance inspirations, childhoods, dreams, and why they started. From there, it was over. Dino had his idol and his mentor. Luna had her favorite child.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

the definition of a loud mother and her son who uses it to his advantage. Dino is the fourth and youngest child of JeongNa, and it shows. while Luna is loud, dramatic, and endlessly affectionate, Dino matches it with a mischievous calm. he’s goofy around her, playful, constantly poking at her dramatic outbursts just to see how big she’ll go.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ the vibe when it’s just them:

it’s babying central. she’ll cook for him, fluff his hair, call him beautiful 15 times in a row, and Dino will just grin, cheeks stuffed, letting it happen. he thrives in the spotlight of her attention. they hype each other up so loudly their members have walked in and walked right out multiple times. they speak in compliments and giggles. she gets his inner child. he gets her inner nurturer.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ what each brings out in the other:

Dino brings out Luna’s: hyper-maternal instincts in ways no one else can. she’s always mothering people, but with Dino, it’s full send. she’ll rearrange her schedule just to make sure she’s at his solo stage recording. she’s cried at his dance practices like an actual proud mom.

Luna brings out Dino’s: softest sides— the childlike joy he sometimes hides under his professional persona. with her, he doesn’t have to be the ‘future of K-pop.’ He can just be Channie. the baby. the goof. the kid who dances because it makes him feel alive.

“You always make me feel like I can do anything,” he once told her. “That’s ‘cause you can, baby.” Luna replied.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ roles they play in each other’s lives:

Dino for Luna: he’s her emotional support dance child. watching him succeed feels like proof that she did something right. he’s also her eternal mood booster— his texts alone can flip her out of a spiral.

Luna for Dino: She’s part mother, part older sister, part hypewoman, part bestie, part therapist— an all-in-one emotional protein shake. he goes to her when he’s stuck, when he’s down, or when he’s proud and needs to show off. she’s his emotional safety net.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ go-to activities / traditions:

dance battles where they intentionally copy each other’s styles.

cooking together (badly). they once tried making japchae and nearly set the stovetop on fire.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Luna calls Dino’s solo dance parts “his power ranger transformation moment” every single time.

Dino once sent Luna a video of a literal baby tripping and said, “Me whenever you’re not around, just so you know.” She cried laughing and made it his birthday card.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

Luna always messages Dino “good luck” before any solo activity. Dino always replies “For Noona!” like he’s running into battle.

Dino drags Luna to check his choreo drafts. She pretends she’s going to critique harshly, but always ends up gasping and saying, “You’re a genius.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

that one viral moment during a behind-the-scenes footage where Luna screamed “THAT’S MY BABY!!!” during Dino’s rehearsal and made him turn bright red.

the time Luna threatened to fight a sasaeng on Weverse for stalking Dino. “You mess with him, I mess with your future. Say hi to your principal for me.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Dino:

Channie, Baby Dinosaur, My Baby

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Dino’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie Noona, Eomma Luna, My #1 fan, Mommy Dinosaur

iv. CONTACTS

my baby dinosaur & my jiyeonie noona

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

very self explanatory. he’s her baby, he’s Dino and she is his only Noona.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Dino’s pic: a literal baby photo of Dino with his cheeks puffed out. she refuses to change it.

Luna’s pic: a baby pic of her with her short bob and bangs and a shy smile on her face.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ have they changed their contacts over time?:

not in years. the nicknames and baby pics have remained consistent across multiple phones, even after backups. neither of them have the heart to change it. “Why mess with perfection?” Luna says. Dino just grins and replies, “Exactly.”

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[xoxoavenger]

I just read all of your Thomas Shelby x reader and i fell in love with all of it 😍

I honestly don't have any idea or specific request for you but i will send you these GIF in hope that maybe they will spark something for you to write.

Now that i have pick these i kinda realize i want some more hurt comfort 😅

thank you so so much! I'm glad you love them. I really locked in for this to try and get an idea, so hopefully you like it!

Up The Duff

pairing: Tommy Shelby x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

word count: 2536

warnings: pregnancy, hurt w/ comfort :)

"Good of you to join us." Y/N said to Ada when she finally walked into the main room. She and Polly were having tea, gossiping about practically everyone in Birmingham.

"Where have you been all day?" Polly asked in a much flatter tone than Y/N had, looking into her tea as if she were preemptively reading the leaves through the liquid.

"In bed." Y/N raised her eyebrow while Polly picked up a news paper, sharing a look with Ada. Oh, Ada had been in bed alright; in bed with Y/N's cousin. But, Y/N was in bed with Ada's brother, so she couldn't really say anything.

She kept Ada's secret well, and for awhile, Ada kept Y/N's secret. That was, until the entire Shelby lot had walked in while Thomas had her bent over the desk, clawing at the wood like an animal.

It took quite some time for her to gather the courage to look any of the Shelby's in the eye.

"Couldn't sleep. Then I couldn't wake up. Then I was cold, and then I had to go for a wee." Ada was cutting herself some bread, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she over explained everything. "Then I was with this bear on a boat, but that was just a dream. Then I was hungry." Ada sat down across from Y/N, who sipped her tea and looked at Polly. "I've never seen you read the paper, Pol." Ada said as she put jam on her toast.

"The BSA are on strike. The miners are on strike. IRA are killing our boys, ten a day." Polly gave Ada a look, the younger girl simply licking the jam off her fingers.

"What?" Ada asked, looking between Y/N and Polly.

"Stand up," Polly told Ada, making Y/N raise an eyebrow once more.

"Why?" Ada asked, and Y/N tried to follow Polly's reasoning. She wasn't getting anywhere.

"Just stand up." Polly instructed. Y/N stood with Ada, going around the table to stand behind Polly as Ada wiped her hands. "Side on," Not even a moment later, Polly was grabbing Ada's breast, Y/N and Ada both letting out a gasp.

"What are you doing, Pol?" Y/N asked, walking up beside her. The older woman paid no mind to Y/N.

"Ada, how late are you?" Y/N's eyes widened. Was Ada pregnant?

Ada crossed and uncrossed her arms. "One week." Good, not too bad. Still a chance. "Five weeks." Ada said at the silence. Y/N looked a Polly, who was still looking at Ada. "Seven if you count weekends. I think it's a lack of iron." Ada tagged onto the end, and Y/N almost lost her breath. She knew Freddy and Ada had sex, but they weren't married, and she never thought this would have been the outcome. Polly sat down, and Ada sat next to her, causing Y/N to be on the outside behind them.

"What about those tablets?" Y/N asked, hoping to help.

"They didn't work, did they?" Polly asked, a sympathetic look on her face.

"No," Ada shook her head, and Y/N sighed. "I blame Y/N for my lack of notice. We're synced, and she hasn't asked for anything in two months, at least." It was quiet in the room as they all realized what Ada was saying.

"What? I just started buying my own." She lied, crossing her arms.

"No," Polly said, looking Y/N up and down. "Not both of you. Not two Shelby's." She begged, making the sign of the cross.

"I'm not a Shelby." Y/N informed Polly, as if she hadn't already known.

"You might as fuckin' well be!" She yelled out, making Y/N look around.

"I am not pregnant!" She yelled, taking a deep breath and calming herself down as Ada and Polly stared. She looked around, glad all the men were out. "I am not pregnant." She walked around the table and sat at the space across from the Shelbys.

"At least I've come to terms with it." Ada muttered, making Y/N scoff.

"We might not be pregnant. Just," She paused as she tried to think of a reason why her and Ada would be almost two months late.

"That's it," Polly hit the table, even though no one was talking.

"What's it?" Thomas asked as he walked in. Y/N's heart basically stopped beating for a moment, and she swore she was going to throw up.

"Y/N just came up with a new idea for jam." Ada covered, reaching over Polly to grab her toast. "Nothing special."

"Right." Thomas paused, turning to Y/N and nodding. She nodded back, giving a small smile to him. "I just came to pick up Y/N so she could get ready for our date tonight." Thomas walked over to Y/N, grabbing her hand and helping her up. His hand then went to the small of her back, and she smiled up at him.

"Oh, but she just agreed to go out with us." Polly feigned sadness, and Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, we were going to go to the new pub." Ada added, causing Y/N to squint. She didn't make any plans, and they had no reason to go out tonight.

"Oh?" Thomas questioned, and Y/N licked her lips.

"Uh, yeah," She wasn't sure the reason Polly and Ada wanted to go out, but she could guess that it had to do with their recent discoveries. "Sorry. I forgot we were going out." She bluffed, looking up again at Thomas. He cocked his head slightly, looking down at her.

Oh shit. He has to know.

"Right," Thomas looked at his family then, putting his free hand in his pocket. "Well, in that case, I will just be stealing her for the afternoon." He began to usher Y/N out, the two barely able to utter goodbye at Thomas' pace.

"Tommy, slow down!" Y/N said, tripping over her heels as they stepped out the door. He caught her, continuing all the way to the car. He helped her in as fast as he possibly could, practically pushing her across to the passenger side. "What was all that?" She asked as Thomas started the car.

"I think I should be asking you the same question." He responded, pulling into the street and driving down the road to her apartment.

"Why?" She asked, leaning against the door as she looked at Thomas. His side profile was something she could admire on a daily basis, and today was no exception.

"What was Polly talking about when I came in?" He cut straight to the chase, and she licked her lips as she shifted to face the windshield.

"The jam?" Y/N questioned, trying to stall.

"I'm not buying that shit." Thomas told her, glancing at her quickly before looking back at the road. "Just tell me what you were really talking about." He put a hand on her thigh, making her insides heat up. She forgot what they were talking about for a moment until Thomas hummed in question.

"It really was jam." She said innocently, nodding as if he were watching.

"Right," Thomas nodded, licking his lips and clearing his throat. "And this jam, what's the idea?" He questioned, still not moving his hand.

"The idea?" Y/N repeated, trying to think of something, anything, to tell Thomas.

"Yes, that's what I said." He told her, turning onto her street.

"Of course," She looked out the window; she didn't know the first thing about jams.

"Do you even know the ingredients to make jam?" Thomas asked, causing Y/N to scoff.

"Why would I have an idea for jams if I didn't know the ingredients?" Yes, this was good. She was getting him off topic.

"That's what I'm asking." He told her, not even seeming angry as he pulled up outside her building. She hopped out and met him on the other side, letting him hold her hand and lead them into the building.

"D'you want some tea?" Y/N asked as she opened the door to her apartment.

"Ah, best not. Where did Pol say you girls were going tonight?" Thomas asked, taking his hat off as he entered her small room.

"Oh, ya know, out and about." She said, pouring some water into the kettle to heat it, even though Thomas had said he didn't want any tea. She had forgotten the lie that Polly had made up already, and it made her heart sink.

"Ah, the Garrison?" He asked, taking a cigarette out and putting it in his mouth. Y/N turned, trying not to let her eyes widen.

"Could you not smoke in here, Tommy? It's a small room." She requested, walking up and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, replacing it with her own lips. He responded in kind, hands traveling to her side.

"What's really going on?" Thomas asked as they parted, causing Y/N's brain to come back much faster than she would have liked.

"What do you mean?" She whispered against his lips, trying to distract him again. Thomas was unfortunately strong willed, and he stepped back slightly.

"Come on, love. I know you don't make jam, and I know you and Ada and Pol aren't going to a pub tonight. Why're you lying to me?" He looked genuinely upset, and Y/N took a deep breath, turning back to the kettle as it whistled. As she was pouring the water, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek and pressing his face close to hers.

"Tommy," She whispered, tears in her eyes. "Tommy, I'm late." She muttered, letting a tear fall from her eye as she put the kettle down.

"Late?" He asked, and Y/N could tell he didn't understand because he hadn't tightened his arms or moved away.

"Yes," She said, not able to explain further.

"For," Thomas led off, leaning into her more causing her to spill some of her tea on herself. She hissed as she put it down, taking a deep breath.

"Tommy," She turned to him, looking up and watching his face fall as he realized she was crying.

"You're late," He said in understanding, taking a deep breath. She nodded, more tears falling down her face.

"We're going somewhere tonight," She told him, not able to look at him. "To confirm it." She kept Ada's secret, knowing that eventually Thomas would figure it out and it wasn't her place to tell him.

"I see," Thomas let go of her and walked backward running his hands over his face as he looked out the window. He licked his lips, rubbing his hands together. "How, um, how long?" He asked, finally looking at her.

"I wasn't keeping track, but, um, probably two months. Maybe 3." Her voice got quieter as she said the last part, and Thomas just nodded, looking back out the window. He then grabbed his hat and wordlessly walked out of the apartment, leaving Y/N in shock. She fell softly to the the floor then, staying there until Ada and Polly came to pick her up.

~

Tommy wasn't sure what to do.

He was feeling a lot of emotions, and his heart hadn't stopped beating out of his chest for thirty minutes. He sat on his bed, his door locked, with his hands over his face as he tried to breathe. He didn't want to leave Y/N, but he didn't want to freak out in front of her either.

How could he be a father? He knew Y/N would be a good mother, but he wasn't so sure about himself. What if he fucked up this kid? He would never be able to live with himself. And his work wasn't the greatest; he wasn't sure if he would ever get to the point where kids would be a good option.

And God, Y/N. His sweet girl. It was his fault that she would go through this, that she would have to birth a child. Was she ready for it?

He should have stayed and talked with her, he realized suddenly. He ran down the stairs and back to his car, speeding to get to Y/N's. But by the time he had got to her apartment, banging on the door and begging her to let him in, he realized she had already left to go out with Polly and Ada. And he doubted they were going to a pub.

Shit.

~

He waited outside the door, sitting in the hallway and watching multiple people walk by before Y/N finally showed up, face free of any makeup and eyes swollen, probably from crying.

"Tommy?" He had his head down against his knees, and he jerked up at the sound of her voice. He took her in, wondering if she was angry at him for leaving, before hopping up.

"I am so, so sorry," He whispers, not sure what else to say.

"Let's go inside." She offers, unlocking the door before walking in. She'll definitely have to move in with him, because he doesn't like how there's only one lock separating her from someone that may want to hurt her in order to get to him. Just the thought makes him sick, and he locks the door as soon as he closes it. It's quiet as they both try to figure out what to say, neither of them looking at each other.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips and then quickly crossing his arms instead.

"What?" She questions, not sure what Thomas was asking. She wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth, especially after he stormed out.

"When you first had the idea that you were pregnant, why didn't you come to me?" He seems so hurt, so upset, and that makes Y/N even more sad. She looks away.

"I didn't know what you would do," She tells him, tears running down her face. She looks at the floor, rambling. "We're not married, and I know you're trying to build your business and I just-"

"Do you want to be?" He cut her off, stepping closer to her.

"Want to be what?" She asked, too caught up in her worries to understand what he was asking.

"Married." He told her, completely confident. She blinked at him, not sure if he was being serious or if he was drunk.

"Is that how you're asking?" She questioned, crossing her arms and smiling slightly.

"If that's what you want," Thomas told her, grabbing her left hand and getting down on one knee. "I would be honored to be your husband." Y/N took a deep breath, trying to think about her answer.

"Are you only asking me because I might be pregnant?" She muttered, tears falling fast out of her eyes. She wanted to marry Thomas, but she didn't want him to marry her just because she was pregnant. "Because you don't have to do that," She sniffles.

"I wouldn't." He tells her, shaking his head as he puts his other knee down. He pulls her in by the waist, and she lets herself be tugged toward him, her stomach reaching his face. She cards a hand through his hair, smiling slightly.

"We'll be okay." She whispers, smiling as Thomas looks up at her. He stands, wiping her tears and pulling her in for a kiss.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover @jbrownta

[fathomlessgaze]

bring your child to work day: zayne and his daughter spend a day at the hospital

fluff, dad!zayne/reader (a little bit), ~2.2k

warnings: reader only makes a small appearance it's mostly about zayne + his daughter spending quality time together tbh, allusions to zayne + mc's lore (no specific memory idt just the overarching theme of their story), zayne is a devoted girl dad bc i believe in girldad!zayne...

a/n: mc/reader + zaynes daughter is named zenith here bc i liked the idea of them sharing an initial 😭 meaning the highest point/the point right above you in the sky bc i think thats what she would be for zayne+mc like one of the best moments of their lifetimes :( anyway it's mentioned in the fic but shes the spitting image of zayne thats his mini-me fr

“good morning,” zayne says, passing by the nurses’ station without much fuss. it’s an ordinary wednesday, after all.  

“morning,” greyson echoes with a curt nod, his eyes still focused on the files he’s reviewing from an overnight patient. 

“mornin’!” a third voice calls happily. 

greyson freezes, his papers falling unceremoniously on the floor. “huh!?” he exclaims, a little too loud for a hospital corridor. 

however the chief pays his outburst no mind, and he suddenly sees why, greyson’s gaze finding the little girl perched on his boss’ hip. of course, he remembers, it’s “bring your child to work” day. but for some reason, he never thought that zayne would actually bring his child to work. perhaps that explains why he’d made sure no surgeries were scheduled for this day weeks ago. 

zayne strokes her dark hair, brushing a loose strand from her pigtails behind her ear. “this is dr. greyson,” he speaks softly, pointing in his direction. “dr. greyson, meet zenith.” 

“nice to meet you!” she exclaims, waving a chubby hand in the air, paying no mind to his wide eyes and slack jaw. 

she can’t be over four judging from her height, and, of course, greyson knew zayne had a daughter, but he didn’t really know. he remembers you mentioning her at your appointments, the photos on his desk and, of course, zayne’s paid time off actually being used at personal all time highs (which had already been on the incline after you moved in and then got married) since a few years ago, but it still feels surreal to actually see him with his child. 

if she has any opinion on greyson’s lack of response besides the cartoon birds that would appear around his head if they were in an animated tv show, she gives no hint. instead, she smiles brightly, her green eyes sparkling as she takes zayne’s glasses off his face and fists the lenses, trying to rotate them in her tiny hands and fit them on her own face. 

somehow, with the much too large frames perched on her nose, she looks even more like her father. everything, from her dark hair tied with ribbons to her hazel eyes, the curve of her brow and little nose, she is her father’s daughter to a t. perhaps the only un-zayne-like thing about her is the permanent cheeriness in her gaze and her gummy smile. that she must’ve gotten from you. while greyson has definitely noticed how his boss has become a little less taciturn and stern over the years, he would be lying to himself if he said he ever thought zayne would become even a miniscule fraction as bubbly as the daughter he holds close right now.

“i didn’t know you were bringing your daughter in today!” greyson exclaims, the realizations of today finally settling and coming together in his mind.

there’s a fondness in his eyes as he glances to zenith, his lips quirking the slightest bit upwards. “she’s been asking for weeks to come with me; i figured now would be the best time with the other kids here. i know you’ve seen the schedule for today, but—”

“oh my god!” yvonne gasps, speeding towards the trio gathered. “you brought your daughter, dr. zayne!” she extends her hand to the girl, which she happily takes. “i’m yvonne, i work with your dad.” 

“i’m zenif,” she babbles, her syllables getting caught on her missing tooth. 

simultaneously both greyson and yvonne coo at the little girl. 

“aren’t you the cutest thing? i’ve seen so many pictures of you but you’re just the dearest little one, hm?” 

and word of mouth travels fast, because, soon enough, a whole crowd has come to fuss over the most adorable little girl who looks exactly like the aloof department chair and has the sweetest smile. she graciously accepts their compliments with quiet ‘thank you's' and hides her face in her father’s neck and shoulder, causing even more ‘aww’s to fall from his colleagues’ lips. when the attention dies down, zayne finally gets to his office, nearly an hour later than he usually would have by now, but he can’t even be annoyed. his little girl is the most precious; of course, he would react in the same way. 

he shuts the door behind them and puts his bag down by his desk, moving zenith so she has a place on his lap when he sits down. “what would you like to do today, hm?” he asks, booting up his computer and finding a pile of files from the depths of a drawer. 

“what do you do?” she asks.

he hums. “well sometimes i see patients who don’t feel well, sometimes i do surgeries on them so they feel better, and sometimes i have to do paperwork. i don’t have any patients or surgeries scheduled today, so we can do whatever you want; how does that sound?”

“what about paperwork?” she exclaims. “you said that’s what you do?” 

“would you like to do paperwork with me?” 

she nods firmly. “i wanna spend time with daddy!” 

his heart softens, his already abnormally warm (at least for work standards) gaze growing even more endeared by his precious, favorite little girl. “you want to spend time with me?” 

her head bobs and she wraps her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “of course! i love you, daddy.”

pressing a kiss to her cheek, he can’t help a smile. of course he knows she loves him, loves spending time with him. when he’s home she’s practically glued to his hip. and he tries his best to make sure she knows the same. but sometimes it’s just nice to hear it from someone you love. “and i love you, princess.” 

it used to be a foreign expression on his tongue many, many years ago, before you’d returned to his life, and especially before she came into his life. but as time flew by, thanks to you and your help, he’d grown familiar, comfortable, fond with it. while he knew you didn’t mind him not saying that as much as other boyfriends and husbands might from all your conversations, knowing he expressed how much he loved you and then some through other ways, he knew she might not have understood just how her father expressed his feelings and fondness at her young age. 

so beyond his quiet actions, he makes sure to tell her. whether it’s a post-it note in her lunchbox, right next to the heart-shaped sandwich with the crusts cut off, just how she likes it, whenever it’s his turn to make her lunch, or a birthday card she’ll know how to read one day, he tries to tell her through words too. ‘i love you’ went from an expression he seldom said or heard, to one he couldn’t get enough of, whether it be from your lips or hers, and one he always wanted you both to know. 

“let’s see what kind of paperwork we can find for you, then.” coincidentally a knock sounds from the other side of the door. “come in.” 

“they brought some donuts and coloring pages out in the lobby,” yvonne says, popping her head in. “i figured you’d both be interested.” 

“thank you, yvonne.” when the door shuts, zayne leans back to look at his daughter, brushing her hair. “what do you think about that? do you want to take a look?” with her eager nods, zayne stands.

“i wanna walk,” she pouts, tugging on his once crisp button-up, and he puts her down accordingly, taking her small fingers in his. 

they make their way hand in hand down the corridor, drawing even more endeared coos from the staff until they reach the table. kneeling down to her height, he points at a smaller kids table in the corner.

“how about you get some coloring sheets and crayons? i can get you a donut and we can head back and do some paperwork,” he explains.  

she happily obliges, skipping over and inspecting the books with a familiar seriousness (which also makes the other staff coddle her just as much as her bright smiles. “aren’t you so precious!?” “she’s just like her father!” zayne can’t help the small quirk of his lips when he hears how cute they find his daughter, because she is, speaking from his personal experience.). meanwhile he grabs a strawberry donut with sprinkles and a chocolate one, both her favorites, placing them on a napkin and grabbing a few extra knowing how she takes after you in terms of her messiness. 

meeting her in the corner, he bends down, taking a quick look at the drawings she’s taken. “find anything you like?” he asks.

raising her pages to his eyes, she beams. “they have the bears!” 

he smiles softly, tucking her loose hair away. “yes, they do,” he hums. “who knew?” 

it totally wasn’t like he’d ordered specific character coloring books when it was time for the cardiology department to refill their kids’ activity section. it totally wasn’t like he’d looked for some ones he knew his daughter would love. it wasn’t like that at all; zayne maintains he’s as impassive and serious at work as ever…he’s lying to himself.

when she gathers her crayons, the duo make their way back to his office. the day flies quickly by, her babbles and light, curious questions bringing a new level of comfort and joy zayne never thought he’d get from his job. he loves what he does, of course, but everything just seems more enjoyable and memorable with his daughter by his side. or rather, with her on his lap, in her own little world of just her and her beloved dad, oblivious to the seriousness of the paperwork her father is dealing with as she busies herself with her own “paperwork” and scribbles vibrant colors all over the once black and white image.

and zayne thinks he would be perfectly content if it were to stay like this forever. even with all his prizes and awards, nothing could compare to the reward and title of being your husband and zenith’s father. 

he lowers his pen to the desk from his fingers, using his free hand to rest his head as he admires the precious life before him. “i love you, princess,” he murmurs, pinching her cheek. 

“i love you too, daddy!” she turns to face him, crumbs of donut glaze still around her lips. 

he takes a napkin and dabs at her face before checking his watch. you’d said you’d meet them around now… “how about we get lunch soon?” 

right on time, a knock sounds from the door, which opens to reveal you. “how are my favorite doctors doing?” you exclaim. 

“mama!” she cheers, hopping off zayne’s knee and running into your waiting embrace. 

kissing her head, you give her a squeeze. “how’s work with dada going?” 

“i love it here! daddy colors and eats dessert all day,” she cheers. 

glancing to your husband, you chuckle. “is that so?” 

he makes his way towards you both, giving you a peck as you stand, your daughter now on your hip. “something like that,” he mumbles. 

“then maybe i should become a doctor too,” you tease. “is now a good time for lunch?” 

he nods, opening the office door once more and allowing you to pass first. 

“i wanna become a doc-tor, too,” zenith ponders, suddenly serious with her small fingers tapping at her chin as she thinks, a habit no doubt from her father. “then daddy and i can color and eat snacks together forever!” 

“is that so?” you ask, but you can’t help the smile you shoot at your husband. 

she bobs her head, a determined furrow in her brow. “i wanna be with mama and daddy forever.” 

zayne has a warm fondness in his gaze as his eyes find his daughter. she looks up to him with wide eyes and her gummy grin, reaching her small hand out for his own, which he happily obliges. her tiny fist wraps around two of fingers, and he briefly wishes that she could stay his little girl for eternity. she doesn’t need to know how hard her dad’s job actually is, how much work he had to put in to get to where they are now, the sorrows of her parents’ past. she is a precious gem, the shining peak of all your shared lifetimes. 

this one existence, finally at peace, a happy ending for you and him, domestic bliss with the two, now three, of you, he thinks it’s worth every tear that’s been shed before. and maybe in another universe and lifetime, the you’ll get another happy ending. he thinks that even if it’s a simple life, as long as it’s with the two of you, it’d be one he cherishes and treasures close to every fiber of his existence, one he would fight all there may be to remember, for no god could tear his devotion. maybe he’d even bet every splintering past life that led to this one was worth the years he’s gotten to spend with you in this one, and the years still to come. so he hopes she stays as optimistic and bright as ever, that you stay by his side in this heavenly life he could only once dream of. after all, ice is made of crystals.

[prxncezz]

Can I rec something similar as "Good Girl For You," whereas reader is giving ethan a bj while chad tries to talk to ethan through the locked door?

Only if u want ofc, ty

study buddy

Pairing: Sub!Ethan, Dom!Reader

Summary: Y/N gives Ethan his first blowjob, but of course, Chad interrupts.

Contains: smut [mdni], oral [m receiving], no actual p in v, praising, corruption kink if you squint, fem specific terms. Lmk if I missed any!

An: I wasn't sure if you wanted Ethan as the sub or dom in this, but if you wanted Ethan to be a dom, then lmk, and I'll gladly remake it! Also, lmk if you wanna be in the taglist.

Ethan was absolutely obsessed with you.

He had been since the first day you met, and it never crossed his mind that he had a chance with you. He automatically assumed he didn't, considering he was a nerd who kept his nose shoved in books and his homework, but unbeknownst to him, you were actually fond of that very type.

You enjoyed teasing him, giving him signals, and flirting with him without making it too obvious.

It was so fun to toy with him. You couldn't help it. You were addicted to the look on his face when he got all flustered and shy.

But finally, finally, you were in his dorm room to "study."

Little did he know that you weren't planning on studying the entire time. You tried to give him subtle hints like caressing his shoulder or scooting a little closer to him, but he didn't catch onto any of them.

"Ethan," you sighed impatiently, pulling Ethan from the page he was explaining to you.

"Yeah?" His head perked up, his innocent doe eyes looking into yours.

"I was thinking about taking a break. Maybe we could... I don't know... relax?"

"Relax?" He repeated, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. God, he was so oblivious to your hints.

He never picked up on them. Ever. For a moment, you doubted his interest in you, but you skimmed past that possibility quickly since you always had such a great effect on him when you used your charms.

So what could it be? What was holding him back from making a move?

You grew impatient, and you finally realized that you might have to make the first move on your own.

"Yeah, relax." You traced your finger from his collar down to the center of his chest before your eyes flickered to his, his cheeks and nose bright pink.

"And how would we do that?" He adjusted his hips, making you want to grab his face and kiss him right then.

He was so unbelievably cute, it was ridiculous.

"I think I might have an idea," you whispered, flashing him a smirk before shuffling down and kneeling between his legs.

His breath hitched, and his face turned pinker, obviously liking the attention you were giving him.

“Y/N…?” he squeaked, his breath quickening as your hands slowly slid up his thighs.

“Is this okay, Ethan? Do you want me to stop?” You asked softly, your hands stopped about two inches away from his zipper.

"N-No, it’s not that," he said, swallowing thickly. “I just…. i’ve never….” He trailed off, looking at you expectantly. He couldn’t even finish the sentence. He was a college student and he still hadn’t had sex yet.

“That’s okay, sweetie, i’ll go easy on you,” You purr, your right hand inching upward before palming his very obvious bulge.

He let out a strangled whimper, his eyes screwing shut at your touch through his jeans.

“Can i take these off, Eth?” You whisper, continuing to palm him through his jeans. He nodded mindlessly. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment.

You unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles before wrapping your fingers around the band of his boxers. You pulled them down aswell, his pretty cock springing up and leaking an embarrassing amount of precum.

“Is it okay if i touch you?” You ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. The last thing you wanted to do was make an innocent boy uncomfortable.

He nodded, giving you a small ‘uhuh’ as he looked down at you. His cock twitched. He had the biggest crush on you for the longest time, he was surprised you hadn’t confronted him about it before.

You wrapped a hand around his base, kissing his pink, leaking tip. He whimpered, his cock giving a small, cute twitch.

Your tongue flattened on the underside of his tip, the most sensitive part of his cock. He let out a small, strangled moan. He pressed his lips together, embarrassed by the sounds leaving him.

You swirled your tongue around his tip before taking his cock in your throat.

"F-fuck, Y/N, p-please.." He gasped. "S-slow down.."

*You did, bringing your lips up a little to about two-thirds down his cock. He breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. He gave you a small nod and you inch ethan down your throat a little slower than before.

He lets out muffled moans as your hands rest on his thighs, your manicured nails soothingly trialing up and down his skin.

You bob your head up and down a little faster, watching his face contort in pleasure. His hips involuntarily rutted into your throat. You hummed around his cock, causing him to shiver and moan.

“H-holy shit, i’m s-sorry, couldn’t help it,” He babbles. He’s cut off by a moan as you take him a little faster. His doe eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth falling open with pleasure.

Your tongue swirled around his tip which made him whimper loudly.

His mouth hung open as broken moans escaped his lips, followed with fuck fuck fuck fuck's and oh shit, pleass!

"Y/N... fuck!" He whimpered and whined as his breaths became shallow. It had only been a couple of minutes and you child tell He was close.

“Are you close, baby?" You smirk and swirl your tongue around his reddened tip. All he could do was moan and nod, his hips bucking off the mattress, desperately searching for relief.

You came to a halt, removing your mouth from his cock as Chad called Ethan’s name, the sound of keys being tossed on the counter following soon after.

“Ethan?” Chad called again, footsteps approaching Ethan’s room. He knocked on the door and ethan’s head fell toward, a frustrated groan leaving his lips.

“Yeah?” He called back, trying to remember if one of you locked the door beforehand.

“I asked if you wanted some pizza, i was planning on ordering some,” He calls from outside the door.

You had a small idea, leaning forward and licking ethan’s tip.

“Uh y- oh fuck…” Ethan moaned. “Yeah that’s f-fine,” Chad paused for a moment, probably hearing ethan’s noises.

“What’s going on in there, dude…?” He asked, obviously a little suspicious. Your hand stroked Ethan’s cock quickly, mouth on his tip and your free hand on his thigh. You swirled your tongue around his tip, his moans growing breathier and higher pitched as he gets closer to his orgasm.

Ethan whimpered, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “Y-yea everything’s fine,” Ethan breathed out, his head falling back.

You took him all the way down your throat and that’s all it took, Ethan moaning your name as he cums violently down your throat, whining softly.

“Umm… okay…?” He says, walking away. You smirk up at Ethan, who bites his lip.

“We almost got caught,” He whispers.

“So?” You chuckled, furrowing your brows. “I don’t think chad will get mad, he has girls over all the time.”

“No, i know, but… i didn’t think you’d want anybody to know that…” He trails off. you smile softly.

“You’re too cute. You don’t think i want people to know about whatever this turns into?” You tilted your head. He shrugged shyly. He was suddenly very aware that he had his cock out and blood rushed to his cheeks. “You’re smart, Ethan, but sometimes you can be a little stupid.”

should i make a part 2???

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[saphronethaleph]

He's the Calm One

“Give yourself to the dark side,” Vader advised, as he stalked through the darkened areas of the throne room. “It is the only way you can save your friends. Yes, your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for…”

He paused.

“Your sister,” he said, interested. “So, you have a twin sister. If you will not turn to the Dark Side, then perhaps she will!”

“No!” Luke shouted, springing out of cover, lightsaber held ready.

Vader moved his own blade in a block, then stopped a moment later as he realized Luke wasn’t actually attacking.

“You mustn’t make her turn to the Dark Side,” Luke said, voice laced with urgency.

“I must not?” Vader asked. “That is not up to me-”

“No, father, that’s not what I mean,” Luke replied. “It’s a matter of safety. Personal and… galactic.”

Vader’s expression did not change, because he was wearing a helmet.

“You realize that I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said. “Who is your sister?”

Luke paused.

“Leia,” he said. “You should know that, father. Maybe now you’ll understand.”

Vader’s helmet tilted slightly.

“What?” he asked. “I never felt a thing. Her emotions never betrayed her.”

“She didn’t know,” Luke pointed out. “I didn’t know until you told me.”

“Still…” Vader mused. “The Force can be strange… but you seem insistent on keeping your sister from the Dark Side.”

“You’ve met her, haven’t you?” Luke asked.

Vader paused, giving that due consideration.

“...I suppose she would probably be suited to the Dark Side,” he said. “She would make a good apprentice.”

“You’re not listening,” Luke complained. “She would be a terrible person to have as an apprentice in the Dark Side of the Force, specifically.”

Vader attempted to glare at Luke. “You fail to understand the value of passion to the Dark Side.”

“Why have you stopped fighting?” Palpatine demanded, from the other side of the throne room.

“We are having a moment,” Vader called back. “I am attempting to turn Luke to the Dark Side by using his family members against him.”

“Very well!” Palpatine said. “Continue! That usually works.”

Vader inclined his head, slightly, the only sign of what was probably a frown under his helmet.

“I may need to think about that,” he said, under his hissing breath, then returned his attention to Luke.

Who was gesturing for emphasis.

“Maybe I’m not getting this across properly, Father,” he said. “But perhaps… you sent Han to Jabba the Hutt, didn’t you? You knew him?”

“I do not know Jabba the Hutt, son,” Vader retorted, his voice dark with rage. “I know who Jabba the Hutt is. But I fail to see the relevance.”

“As part of the plan to rescue Han, she got captured,” Luke explained. “Jabba chained her up and made her a dancing girl. The moment I began to fight during the rescue, she cut the lights and strangled him with that very chain.”

He stared into the eyes of Vader’s helmet, unblinking and unbowed. “Do you understand, Father?”

Vader considered that, then nodded, very slightly.

“I begin to see your point,” he said. “Damn.”

“If Leia turned to the Dark Side and was made an apprentice to you or the Emperor, it would be extremely bad for the health of everyone inside this room,” Luke summarized. “And also for the galaxy, more generally, though it would at least be run efficiently.”

“The Emperor has brought order to the galaxy,” Vader said, in a sort of distant voice like he wasn’t fully paying attention to the conversation.

“Have you seen how much he’s spent on pointless superweapons that get blown up by the Rebellion?” Luke shot back.

Vader held up his free hand, and for a moment Luke wondered if his father was about to use the Force… only for it to mean nothing more than a request that Luke be silent for a moment.

“...humour me, son,” Vader said. “What, exactly, is your plan here?”

“With surrendering myself to you?” Luke asked, and got a slight nod. “I hoped to be able to convince you that you’d done something wrong, and that you could realize that there was still good in you. That you were not trapped in the Dark Side, and could – if you truly wished it – return to the side of good.”

He paused. “...I will say, Obi-Wan and Yoda both told me it was impossible.”

“They do that,” Vader said, still sounding distracted. “And my daughter was raised by Bail and Breha, and she ended up… hm.”

“...Father?” Luke asked, after several seconds of silence had elapsed.

“I am just realizing that you are, apparently, Padme’s child of the two of you,” Vader said. “She killed Jabba the Hutt? Really?”

“Really,” Luke agreed. “Since you send Han to Jabba, we came up with a plan.”

He twirled his lightsaber. “First, I gave Jabba the droids C-3P0 and R2-D2, after concealing my lightsaber in R2. Then Leia turned in Chewbacca for the bounty, while disguised as an Ubese, and threatened to set off a bomb. Finally I came in to ask politely for Han’s release, offered Jabba one last opportunity to free us while about to be thrown into the Pit of Carkoon, and when he refused I killed… about half of Jabba’s entourage. Leia got Jabba and the other half when she rigged his sail barge to explode.”

“...this is a new feeling,” Vader said, almost to himself. “This must be paternal pride. Damn.”

“Have you turned him yet?” the Emperor called, waspishly.

“I’m working on it!” Luke called back.

Vader missed a breath, then his respirator worked overtime to recover.

“I still want to turn my daughter to the Dark Side,” he said, once he’d recovered. “But mostly to find out what would happen.”

“Fair,” Luke admitted. “I’m curious as well, but I don’t want to be in the blast radius and I’m fairly sure the entire galaxy would be the blast radius. Even if we were both trained Jedi I’d insist on being the one who came along, because I’d rather see you alive instead of a sort of faint ozone sheen in the air.”

“What is taking you so long, Vader?” Palpatine demanded, stalking over. “By this point, someone in this room should be dead. This delay is entirely tiresome!”

“All right,” Anakin replied, and pushed Palpatine off the bridge.

“...do you think that counts as dark side or not?” he added, glancing at his son. “I’m genuinely not sure, he was a very old man…”

[poppadom0912]

Hi, Would you make a Halstead!sister where she is a teen and have her very first boyfriend and when she decides to break up with him he hits her. She wants to hide it from her brothers but they found out anyway

Warnings: Abuse and violence, swearing, canon-typical injuries.

A/N: Okay, this fic will be the last one for a while and I mean it this time. Writing this was so random but I got sudden inspo when I found this half written soooo please do enjoy!!

You swear that this wasn't supposed to get as bad as it did.

You were still in high school and it might've been your first boyfriend and it definitely took too many tries to convince your brothers to give you permission to date but somehow, you got it in the end.

Several times, both Jay and Will but mainly Jay, warned you of abusive, manipulative and toxic partners which you knew existed but never thought you would date someone as such.

Joey was nice at first. After inviting him over for dinner a few times, your brothers began to be more lenient towards him though they would never admit it aloud.

Yes, they were still quite wary considering you were both still young and in school but over the course of a few months, you were finally allowed to go on a date alone without them acting as chaperones.

Then, it came to your break up.

During school, you and your best friend found Joey and another girl in your year locking lips against her locker without any shame at all. It was there and then you decided that evening you were going to break it off with him.

The two of you met up in the school car park where he would usually drive you home but unbeknownst to him, you had different plans for that today.

You hated how he was acting so nonchalant, the biggest smile on his face when he noticed you walking up to his car. You felt sick, desperately wanting to smack that smirk off his face.

"Y/N! Baby, I missed you at lunch. Where-" Joey started, opening his arms to embrace you but was cut off.

"Don't call me baby." You said sharply, your tone showing you were being completely serious. "We're done Joey."

Joey blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion before laughing. "Oh Y/N, you're hilarious! Come on, we're going to my house-"

Once again, you cut him off, harshly shoving his hand off your elbow. "No, I'm being serious Joey. We're breaking up."

His face immediately fell at your words. All of a sudden, with the flip of a switch, he changed completely. It was so fast that it started scaring you.

Before allowing him to get a word in, you turned around so you could walk away and go home on your own but you were held back. A hand was suddenly tightly gripping your wrist, pulling you back towards Joey.

"What the hell!?" You exclaimed, trying to rip your hand out of his but he wouldn't budge.

"Joey, you're hurting me. Let go." You said, trying to reason with him but nothing was working.

You tried to calm him down, Jay's voice in the back of your mind explaining step by step what to do in cases like this but you found yourself frozen, unable to defend yourself alike to how you were taught.

It was all so sudden. One moment you were angrily staring up at Joey and the next you were looking to your left, your right cheek burning as it tingled with numbness.

Both of you were shocked at his actions. Using his shock to your advantage, you pulled your wrist out of his hand, ignoring the burning sensation you felt and ran.

*****

Unfortunately for you, it was a friday night and that meant both your older brothers were at home. Typically, on the weekends, you swapped and went to Will's before going back to Jay's for the weekdays. So that meant Will was at Jay's apartment to pick you up.

You were still breathing heavily as you entered the house, unintentionally slamming the front door shut as you came to your senses.

You were home. You were safe.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Jay shouted from the living room. He heard the door slam and was confused since he knew he specifically told you to never slam doors.

"Uh- yeah." You hesitated, licking your lips as you answered. "I'm, I'm good."

"You're red and sweaty- did you run all the way here?" Jay asked after a moment of studying you, taking note of your red cheeks and sweat collecting forehead.

"Yeah I did, I'm bursting for the toilet." You quickly thought of an excuse, lying about why you ran home.

Before he could reply, you dashed past him towards the bathroom to keep up with said lie.

"Hey Y/N-Oh..." Will words were lost as he watched you disappear as quick as he saw you.

"What's up with her?" Will asked, looking confusingly at Jay and down the hall where you disappeared.

"I'm not sure."

****

Joey went back to disturbing you as soon as monday came. The weekend seemingly getting on his nerves because he was buzzing monday morning to the point that you turned back around whenever you saw him.

But you could only run so far from him because at the end of the day as you waited for your best friend, he was grabbing you way too hard.

This process only repeated itself for the next two weeks, becoming almost routine where you only missed him for two days overall.

Three weeks since he first laid hands on you, you were now covered in an amalgamation of redness, bruises and finger-shaped marks.

Today though, today something changed.

It was friday, nearly a month since you broke up with Joey and you were walking to Med. Will was supposed to pick you up but his latest patient was causing problems and asked for you to walk to the hospital only ten minutes away.

So you and one of your friends who lived near that area walked together, departing as you reached the ED doors and she walked home.

As you waved her off, your smile bright and hurting still from how much both of you were laughing, you weren't paying too much attention to your surroundings. You didn't think there would be much danger outside a guarded ED but alas.

One second your waving your friend off and the next, your on your hands and knees on the floor. It happened so fast you couldn't comprehend what even occurred.

"What the-"

Someone harshly pulling you up stopped your trail of thought, their grip so tight that you couldn't focus on the burning in your palms and knees.

"Joey! Let me go you dickhead!" You shouted at the boy as soon as you looked up at the perpetrator.

Pulling your wrists from grasp, you grunted when his grip didn't let up, instead it did the opposite and tightened to the point that your hand was starting to go pale.

"Please Joey- Please just let me go and we can talk this out, I promise." You pleaded with him, eyes going glassy when he started pulling you away from the hospital entrance, panic finally setting in.

You tried pulling yourself away, heels digging into the ground to stop him but he was too strong, his height and build giving him an advantage along with being on the football team while you barely even participated in gym.

"Joey your hurting me-" You were cut off when he shoved you up against the wall head first and then repeatedly shoved your head back when you kept talking.

"Shut up bitch!" He almost screeched, hand on your forehead to prevent your head from moving, ensuring your eyes remained on him.

Your vision blurred, head banging with what felt like the worst headache in the universe. Your reply was simply a whine, no words possible due to the pain he inflicted.

His elbow was digging into your torso, your lungs and ribs restricted from any movement because of the pressure.

"J-Jo..." Everything of his increased, his grip, his shouts, the pain he caused.

Your breathing was taken away from you when he suddenly brought his fist to your torso repeatedly.

All of a sudden, he disappeared and you were falling, your legs unable to support you.

Before you could meet the ground, you were caught and being hauled into an embrace you hadn't felt in a decade. The familiar cologne one you bought with your own pocket money and a voice you'd known since birth.

"I've got you Y/N." Will whispered to you, cradling you gently in his arms.

"Ethan, you got him?" Will called out to his colleague but you were so out of it you couldn't see the other doctor.

"I'll handle him, get her inside." Ethan replied as he restrained Joey, his past military training helping him plenty.

The last thing you remembered was Will's reassuring words before everything went black.

*****

"We have to wait for her to wake up to determine how bad the concussion is but besides that, she's okay." Will finished explaining to Jay the prognosis who arrived five minutes ago.

"She's also got old bruises." Jay finally looked up from your face to Will's, anguish clear on the latter's face. "This has been going on for a while now."

Jay was speechless.

He was at a crime scene when Will called him, something neither brother did when they knew the other was at work and despite trying to anticipate what was going to happen, he could never guess it would be this.

Will explained that he and Ethan were taking a quick breather outside together after the death of their last patient when they heard a man shouting and though they couldn't see you, Will easily recognised Joey.

While Ethan subdued Joey, Will wasted no time in getting you to safety and inside the ED where Connor treated you.

There would be no long lasting effects from any of the injuries but they were bound to stick around for a while and they would definitely hurt.

Will couldn't get it out of his memory - seeing your ex boyfriend continuously punching you with no remorse and almost strangling you with the death grip he had. Will saw it every time he blinked and felt like puking.

Jay had walked passed Joey when he entered the ED and to say he felt like throttling the boy was putting it very, very lightly.

But Jay had plans for little Joey, he was more than confident that Voight would let him have a few words with him later. Especially if it involved you - his boss seemed to have a weak spot whenever you were involved, everyone did.

"I need to find Goodwin and get off shift early, I'll be back." Will said. Maggie could only do so much for so long.

Jay hummed. "I've got her, she's not going anywhere don't worry."

Will hadn't been gone for long when you started coming back to. Jay was messaging Hailey, asking for updates on what they were doing with Joey when he felt your fingers twitch in his other available hand.

Jay waited patiently, forcing himself to let you take your time and not rush you just in case. Will mentioned a concussion that they weren't too sure on the extent on its damage.

Your whimpers had his heart in your control, a lump in his throat at you clearly in pain and his inability to cure and rid of all your ills.

Seeing your eyes, the colour so bright under the hospital lights and because of the fear you felt so vividly, Jay found himself unable to breath for a moment.

"Is he gone?" You whispered, voice hoarse as you squinted up at your older brother.

"Yes he is." Jay nodded, ignoring the burning that randomly enveloped his eyes and brushed your hair back with such a feather light touch that you didn't register the gesture. "He's never going to touch or bother you ever again, I promise."

The only response you could formulate was tears, the waterworks instant as soon as the words came out of Jay's mouth.

"Will and I will make sure nothing happens ever again, we promise."

[rosabell14]

The hunters of Artemis, Reyna, and Asexuality in Riordan's writing

I kinda started thinking about this since Reyna became a hunter. I could never articulate why I hated this Choice. I was asexual after all. Shouldn't I be happy about this rep? We Ace people barely get any after all. Then I realized that it's because I just didn't like the hunters as ace representation. And I didn't need to be grateful for mediocrity.

You want to know why the hunters of Artemis suck in general? And as Ace rep specifically? Because Riordan did not write them with that mindset.

Like people are so busy hailing this man as the king of representation in literature(blegh) that they forgot how heteronormative and white(sometimes racist) the original series was. Y'all really think this man was thinking about writing asexuals in the year 2007? Get real. What Riordan was doing was a white man trying to write feminism and failing (there's a reason most of his female characterization of female characters boils down to tough "not like other girls" characters who are dicks to the boys around them yet also to the girls around them if they're jealous)

Now onto the hunters.

The hunters when first presented in TTC are not a group of asexuals but rather religious celibates. Fantasy Pegan nuns if you may. The first problem arises when their ages are brought up.

"Then the archers came from the woods. They were girls, about a dozen of them. The youngest was maybe ten. The oldest, about fourteen..."

Remember, before ToA gave us Emmie and Jo, the hunters WERE all young girls. Now why in the world are they so young? Especially when in the actual myths, the hunters could come from any age whatsoever? Well the reason is a doozy.

"Are you surprised by my age?" she asked.

"Uh… a little."

"I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am patron, before they go astray."

"Go astray?" I asked.

"Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves."

Hooo boy. What a way to phrase it. Going astray. Losing themselves. This kinda confirms that the reason why Artemis goes after young girls specifically is because she only wants girls who have yet to finish puberty. Girls have yet to discover their own sexuality. Now I'm not a representative of Asexuals everywhere, but I'm pretty sure most of us don't discover our sexuality at the age of ten. Let alone have the maturity to decide to become celibates about it. And let me reiterate: celibacy is not sexuality. Sure asexual people CAN choose to be celibates but it's not the same thing at all. In fact Zoe and Thalia are big cases for this. Both of them had liked men before(herakles and luke) but joined for their own reasons. Thalia to escape the prophecy and Zoe out of heartbreak. Hell, Bianca herself is mostly swayed by the idea of having no responsibility and a new family.

Now Rick does another thing that goes against the myths. The exclusion of make hunters. Artemis frequently hung around or taught male hunters who respected her. Daphnis, Scamandrius, freaking Hippolytus whom Artemis greatly cared about. Oh but we need to come up with bullshit reasons why Nico can't just join the hunt with his sisters so the hunters of Artemis are all: Ewww men. Also note how at no point does Riordan mention people who fall in love with women.

Now the next point is the oath itself. Artemis says this:

"What oath?" I said.

"To forswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. "To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally."

When I tell you that Emmy and Joe were retcons . Rick was freaking INSISTENT on the hunters being kids. Also note the three points: to never fall in love, to never get married, to stay a maiden.

I mean I think I don't need to explain why obsessing over the virginity of young girls is creepy. Does Riordan think girls older than fourteen can't keep it in their pants? And let me be adamant here Riordan only cares about the virginity Clause here. He mentions falling in love and marriage because he sees them inherently intertwined with sex.

Now onto the wording of the oath itself:

'I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt.'

I mean you might be able to interpret men here as mankind and therefore excluding women as well. But I have many reasons to believe that Riordan didn't even CONSIDER women as a possibility(someone inform this man that lesbians existed smh 😞). Also note that falling in love is not mentioned in the actual oath but maidenhood is.

Now onto the next big issue. Percy Jackson's Greek gods and its chapter on Artemis. It basically confirms all of my problems.

"IT’S NOT THAT ARTEMIS HATED ALL MEN, just most of them. From the moment she was born, she knew one critical fact: Guys are kinda gross."

No mention of girls. In this chapter Percy(Rick) brings up Artemis' disdain for dudes over and over again.

“Let me be a maiden forever, Father,” Artemis said, twirling her finger in Zeus’s beard. “I never want to get married.---- But you can grant me a bunch of followers: ocean nymphs, river nymphs, wood nymphs—what the heck, how about mortal girls, too? Any girls who want to join me can become my followers, as long as they remain maidens like me. They should probably make the decision when they’re about nine years old, before they get interested in boys, because after that, they’ll be all distracted and of no use to me.”

Yikes yikes yikes. Ladies and gentlemen the age has been lowered to 9. Freaking 9. Also I guess girls older than that don't need Artemis' protection then? (the real problem is that older/married girls should be out of Artemis's jurisdiction and under the protection of other gods like Hera, Hestia, and Ares. But Hestia is barely there. Hera is terrible and the Amazons also suck)

Now when I tell you that Artemis' big point was about virginity, I mean it. This actually has mythological evidence.

The myths actually DO mention what happens when female hunters fall in love. Rhodopis and Euthynicus were two hunters who offended Aphrodite by choosing a chaste life so she had Eros make them fall in love. However note that they weren't booted out of the hunters for falling in love, but rather after having sex in a cave. THAT was what Artemis took offense to.

Another myth is the story of Aura. A huntress who offended Artemis by comparing their breasts(Greek mythology am I right?). Saying that her breast were better than Artemis' because they were smaller and hey maybe that means that Artemis isn't actually a maiden. Artemis punishes her by making her lose her VIRGINITY. She goes to nemesis for revenge. Nemesis goes to Eros who makes Dionysus fall in love with Aura and when Aura refuses his advances he ties her up and... Yeah you can guess where I'm going with this.

But hey! Those myths aren't in the Greek gods book. You know which myth is? The myth of C(K)allisto. And this one angers me so much I want to chew on the drywall.

The way Riordan writes it. Zeus turns himself into Artemis, brings Kallisto's guards down with the disguise, gets close to her and then when Kallisto REJECTS Artemis' supposed advances, forces himself on her. I need to say this again. Kallisto does not fall in love, she isn't seduced, she does not break her oath. But we still need a reason for her to be yeeted out of the hunters so her lack of maidenhood it is

“You were my favorite,” Artemis said. “If you had come to me immediately, I could have helped you. I would have found you a rich, handsome husband and let you settle into a new life in the city of your choice. I would have allowed you to retire from the Hunt with honor. You could have gone in peace. Zeus’s assault was not your fault.”

Kallisto sobbed. “But I didn’t want to lose you! I wanted to stay!”

Artemis felt like her heart was breaking, but she couldn’t show it. She had rules about her followers. She couldn’t allow those rules to be broken, not even by her best friend. “Kallisto, your crime was keeping the secret from me. You dishonored me, and your sisters of the Hunt, by not being honest. You defiled our company of maidens when you were not a maiden yourself. That I cannot forgive.”

I want to slap this man so hard he flies to the opposite side of the universe. We are not here to blame victims of assault guys! Except we are! But with extra steps. If you get attacked, it's not your fault, but If you are too scared to admit the truth then you deserve to lose your only safe space and turn into a bear. Oh nooooo Kallisto DEFILED Artemis' company by being an icky non virgin. The moment you lose your virginity even if it's not your fault you get punished. But not because I'm gross but because YOU lied. How terrible! And he expects us to feel for ARTEMIS???

But rosabell! This is how things go in the myths. What was uncle Rick (bleghhhh) supposed to do? I don't know... Choose a different version of the story? There are versions were Zeus/Hera are the ones who transform Kallisto into a bear. There are versions where Kallisto actively CHOOSES to sleep with Artemis. Granted it's still assault because she's being lied to but at least then, she'd have a degree of autonomy in the events. At least Artemis could rightfully accuse her of breaking her oath. But noooo, Riordan doesn't know lesbians exist. He actively makes Zeus into a canonical Ra*ist. Why is he on the throne again?

(the fact that this book came out AFTER HoH y'all 😭)

Once again, Riordan sees maidenhood(virginity)/love/marriage as intertwined. This is NOT what being on the aroace spectrum means. You can fall in love but not have sex. You can have sex but not fall in love. You can have sex AND still be an asexual. You can be married and still be a "maiden". Riordan doesn't get to claim to be such a progressive ally for retconning the hunters in 2017, TEN years after he first introduced the hunters because he suddenly remembered that lesbians exist.

Or more like because he doesn't know what to do with his female characters. The hunters more than anything are Riordan's heroine dumping ground. If you don't want it put them in relationships, either kill them(Bianca whose main purpose is to die) or make them eternal virgins(the hunters, Rachel). The fact that some people genuinely think that Calypso should have joined the hunters astound me. Girl suffered for years because of the gods and you all think that the best thing outside of Leo for her(not that I like Caleo) is to become a servant to the gods? Because you can't perceive a female character doing anything else if she's not in a relationship. Like with Thalia, this at least made sense on a strategic level because she didn't want to reach sixteen. Oh but we also don't know what else to do with her so she needs to want to be a hunter after the war is over so we give her a half-assed argument with Luke and now she can be all: wah wah Zoe you were totally right about boys. And the cherry on the cake is that she doesn't even get to be in the final confrontation with Luke or say goodbye to him because of a freaking STATUE. And after pjo her personality becomes Zoe 2.0 and her and Jason get ONE measly meeting.

When I first spoke of not liking Renya joining the hunters this is what I mean. Riordan had so many options with Reyna. Why did she have to leave her esteemed position which she worked so hard for? Two boys rejected her? Why couldn't she go reconnect with her sister more then? She could have joined the Amazons. But nooo Riordan was so allergic to the fans asking him wether she could be Bi or a lesbian. For the stupidest reasons too? Oh Reyna being a lesbian would come off as stereotypical because she got rejected by two guys beforehand! My dude, do you think people don't say the same thing about us who are on the aroace spectrum? That we say we are aro/ace because we got rejected before? Come up with a better excuse next time.

My brother in Christ couldn't even allow Reyna to talk about her sexuality and whatnot. It couldn't even be fully about her. No. He had to turn Reyna into his own mouthpiece admonishing the EVILLLL fans who may have shipped Thalia and Renya. He literally had her say the word "shipping". How cringe can you get? And then he had the audacity to admonish the fans by saying: Why does a strong friendship always have to progress to romance?

It's a sentiment I agree with but coming from this man, it's extremely hypocritical? I don't know Richard maybe because YOU are obsessed with shipping? No character can escape your shipping hands unless they're eternal virgins or dead. You literally turned the Argo2 into Noah's ark2. So much attention focused on shipping that the seven barely felt like friends.

Why does Reyna need to join the hunters? She can choose to not relationship without having to become a servant to female Peter pan.

This is actually a really adequate metaphor when you consider that Emmie and Jo say that they have not met Artemis in YEARS and Apollo mentions that the two of them were lucky she let them LIVE. god can you imagine joining Artemis when you are 9? At an age when you have still not finished maturimg cognitively and therefore shouldn't be trusted on taking a freaking celibacy vow(were you even given the talk yet that age) and after 70 years you decide you want to leave? If you're lucky Artemis will part with you on good terms but SIKES every person you probably knew before joining is now dead. Where is THAT angsty Bianca fic?

Speaking of Bianca. How she was handled also angers me. In another post, I've already talked about how the hunters barely gave her adequate information before letting her join.

How Zoe was the main reason for her death. Zoe KNEW that at least 2 people might die in the quest she was given and yet she decided to bring the least experienced girl to the quest and couldn't even watch her properly.

But you know what else pisses me off? The fact that THEY should have been the one to tell Nico about his sister's death. I've always hated how Chiron made Percy the CHILD tell Nico the other CHILD about his sister dying. But more than anyone, it should have been the hunters' responsibility. Bianca was THEIR responsibility. She died in a quest to save Artemis. The least they could do was tell her remaining family of her fate. The Doylist reason of course is that we need to kickstart Nico and Percy's complicated relationship and have Percy discover that Nico is a son of Hades. But in universe, the fact that they immediately fuck off from the camp upon regrouping makes them come off as extremely selfish. We don't even know if Bianca was given a funeral by them or not. We see Artemis being upset about Zoe but we never see her react to the news of losing Bianca.

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Big News

summary: Ellie and Dina have something to tell Joel. 

pairing: Ellie/Dina

rating: G (*Spoilers for S2E4* This is fluff, Joel POV, Joel being the best dad, Ellie giving Joel shit, big news, domestic fluff, AU where Joel lives, not canon compliant)

word count: 600+

a/n: *Spoilers for S2E4* Hi, I made myself really sad thinking about how excited Joel would be finding out he’s going to be a grandpa, so I wrote it to make myself feel better. Enjoy this fluff! 

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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“We need him to sit down,” Dina whispers to Ellie, but Joel can clearly hear as the pair stand in front of him. 

“Good idea,” the other girl quietly replies. “He’s old. We gotta think about his heart.” 

Joel takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes and presses his fingers to his forehead. 

Ellie and Dina had met him at the house for their weekly dinner and movie night. When they arrived, they found him in the kitchen, where they are now, and said they had something to tell him. 

“Girls,” he cuts in, and lowers his hand to look at them. “What is goin’ on? Did you get in trouble for messin’ around on patrol and not checkin’ in again?” 

“Hey,” Ellie responds. “That happened one time, and we’ve explained many times that we don’t know how the radio got turned off!” 

“Uh huh, and you smelled like weed because?” 

“There was that blizzard, and we had to hole up at Eugene’s weed-growing place, but forget about that. We have something to tell you, and you need to sit down.” 

He sighs and decides to humor them by walking the few steps to take a seat at the little breakfast table. In all honesty, his heart is pounding over what they possibly had to say. He’s thinking the worst, but he’s not quite sure what that would even be. 

“Okay,” he says. “What is it?” Ellie inhales deeply and says something so quickly on the exhale that it sounds like gibberish. His eyebrows pull together, and his attention goes to Dina. “What did she say?” 

“We’re having a baby,” Dina answers. 

Joel looks between them. “I beg your pardon, what?” 

“We’re having a baby,” Dina repeats. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Ellie adds. 

Now, Joel knows they’ve been dating for a month or so, and he loves seeing them together. He just has one question. “How…?” 

Dina uses her thumbs to point at herself. “I’m pregnant.” 

Again, he asks, “How?” 

“If you want to get into the specifics, I had sex with Jesse—”

That’s enough for him to hear, Joel putting up a palm as he interrupts her, “Okay, okay, alright. Jesse’s the father. That’s all I needed to know.” Then it dawns on him what they’re saying, and his hand drops, his eyes widening as he looks at Dina. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” 

His attention goes over to Ellie. “You said you’re gonna be a dad?” 

“Yep.” 

Now, he’s looking between them. “Does…” His throat feels tight. “Does that mean, I’m gonna be a grandpa…?” 

Both girls nod and say at the same time, “Yep.” 

He stares off behind them at the kitchen wall. 

He’s going to be a grandfather. 

After losing Sarah, and with Ellie dating girls, he never in a million years ever thought he’d be a grandfather. He figured he lost that chance when he lost his oldest. Really, it wasn’t something he even thought about until now. 

A grandfather. 

He’s going to be a grandfather. 

His girls are having a child. 

“Did we break him?” Ellie whispers. 

“Shh, he’s processing. Give him a second.” 

He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he feels the tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“I’m gonna be a grandpa,” he breathes, focusing on them. 

Dina nods, her eyes red-rimmed and teary. “Yeah, Joel. You’re gonna be a grandpa.” 

There’s no stopping his big grin, as he quickly rises to his feet. “I’m gonna be a grandpa!” he excitedly says, wrapping his arms around them. Dina giggles, and Ellie groans, but they hug him back. “I’m so happy for you kids,” he tells them. He’s already thinking about what he’ll carve the baby—maybe a giraffe. “You’re gonna be great parents.” 

And that’s not a lie. They’re good together. They'll be great.

This might be the happiest day he’s had in over twenty-five years. 

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Thanos x fem!reader PART ONE

- You assume Thanos flirts with you in an attempt to get you to vote O next round. He comes to you late at night and offers you something. At first, you think it's only so he can manipulate you. However, he asks you something that changes your assumption of him and what he wants.

- TW! Y'all both popping pills!!!

- Sad boy/ sorta soft boy Thanos :( Fluff, essentially SFW (Next part might be spicy 🤪)

- He's kinda a jerk at first (it's a defense mechanism, he's hurting)

“Why not? You think you’re better than us?” Thanos says, a sarcastic smile sprouting on his lips, “You think you’re better than Thanos, girl?”

“I don’t need a team. I don’t need friends.” You say, simply, “I don’t need a group.”

This is not your first time explaining to Thanos you didn’t want to join his team. Each time he offered, he had a different, new and improved reason as to why you had to join them.

“Last game… I saw you struggling. The bitches you’re with now won’t help you if the next game is another team game. You’re lucky you survived the Pentathlon.” Thanos replies and Nam-Gyu, his pet, bobbles his head in agreeance.

“Remind me, why do you even care?” You smile.

“We want to protect you, baby. You think such nasty things of us… We also need an extra vote for the O team and if you join us, I know you’ll vote O next round.”

“I don’t need your protection. I think you need my help more than I need yours.” I give an exaggerated, sarcastic, sad glance to the voting results- a tie until we re-vote tomorrow, “Anyhow, even if I joined your team- I’m still voting X.”

“Well, if you joined my team and voted X that’d be like betrayal to me, girl. Why can’t we both benefit from this?”

“Right, how am I benefiting?"

“Well, we’d be protecting you like I said! If you don't join us someone else will and if you’d rather die with those bitches-”

“Stop calling them that!” You interrupt but he ignores you.

“-than go right ahead.”

There’s a moment of disapproving silence- you and Thanos simply stare at each other.

He glances you up and down and stalks closer to you, closing the space to mere inches- “I could protect you and I could also get my dick wet, yeah? Make you feel good?”

“Fuck you.” You say.

“She’s just playing hard to get.” He says to his group as you walk away.

Later that night, you lay in bed, unable to sleep. A bad feeling creeps up your chest- the feeling that you might die here.

You also think about what Thanos said. He's been flirting with every girl here but he won't leave you alone specifically. He’d fuck anything that walks, surely. It sort of made you mad- but deep down- part of you liked that he chased you.

You stare at the ceiling for minutes, maybe half-an-hour. You hear movement coming from below you, only, it’s too dark to see anything. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself so you stay as still as possible.

Someone is climbing up your bed to the top bunk. You already know who it is. The sight of purple hair only solidifies what you already know to be true.

“I will kick you down the fucking bunk and laugh when you break your neck- get the fuck out of my bed.” You say.

“Woah, woah, I just saw how tense you were earlier, I figured: why not offer you something?”

“You’ve offered enough, no?” You ask, cheekily.

He says nothing, only sits himself down (uninvited), removes the necklace from his neck and opens the cross. An array of colorful tablets lay in a hidden compartment.

“You want one?” He says, a smile on his face.

He waited, expectantly. You’d never seen him this happy or this excited. Maybe only when he murdered three people during Red Light, Green Light.

You think about the consequences of taking one. He probably wanted to drug you and get you to vote O, or worse.

He notices your hesitation and states, “Look: I’ll take one, too. We could get high together, okay?”

He picks a green one and places it on his tongue, then, lingering for a moment, “What’s your favorite color, baby?”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the excessive trauma of the last few days but- fuck, he is hot. Sitting here in the dim-lit room, him in your bed, you only notice now. The tattoos; running down his neck, down his arm, to his long, slender fingers. The ear piercings, the purple hair, the colorful nails- he was sexy. Especially the way he looked at you; looked at those pills. Like a kid on Christmas. You can’t help but think about what his tattoos look like in full; what he looks like without his shirt.

“Pink.” You swallow, thickly, clearing your head.

He meticulously shuffles the tablets around, digging for a pink one, his hands hovering over the piece of jewelry.

“Open.” A simple demand- he doesn't even look at you to see if you do. 'Cocky fuck', you think but your legs feel weak from his commanding tone, anyway.

You do as he says and he places the tablet on your tongue.

“Good girl… chew it.” He purrs. Your insides feel like jelly.

“It will hit hard and fast, okay? Should I stay here?” He asks.

You remember that feeling you had, laying awake before Thanos crawled up here. The feeling that death is imminent, that you will die here, maybe in this bed.

You still didn't trust him- not as far as you could throw him- but if you may die anyway…

“Stay here with me.” You decide, quietly.

“Okay.” He lays down next to you instantly, stroking your hair.

It’s silent as he twirls your long hair between his fingers.

“Thanos?”

“Yes, pretty?”

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“I want you.”

“Why? Why not someone else?”

He thinks for a long time.

“The other people here... they treat me like an object. I'm some rapper- not even anymore- who they just want to say they met. Say they were friends with... whatever. You saw the way they all wanted a picture with me? Those people admire me but they don't like me. Plus, I always want things I can’t have. You don’t like me, either. It makes me want you more. At least you don't lie to me."

Maybe it was the drugs talking.

Maybe it’s only because he won’t give up. Maybe you liked that he wanted you so bad.

“I do want you.” You say, barely above a whisper.

“Why do you act like you don’t?”

“Because I don't agree with you in this game. I need to leave. Fuck the money, at this point. I’d rather have my life.” you say.

“I wouldn’t.” He says, glumly. You don’t ask why; you don’t say anything.

It's silent for so long, you wonder if Thanos fell asleep. You feel the drugs working through your body, your feet and hands tingling, the room spinning. You wonder if he’s feeling it by now, too. You wonder how many he takes- Do they even do anything for him anymore?

“Life sucks out there…If everyone else around me is pretending... pretending to be my friend... I want to just pretend- even for a minute- that things are okay.” He admits, sleepily, “I can't… do that out there. Here I can pretend.”

For a long time, you don't know what to say.

“I understand.” You say. Because you do.

You feel him push against you closer.

“Pretend with me?” He asks.

More silence. Is this his way of trying to convince you to vote O? He plays the sad-boy card?

“Please?” His voice desperate; he grips your shirt as he cuddles you, pulling you close. He sounds genuine.

“Okay. We can pretend, Thanos.”

“Thank you.” He says, seemingly relieved. You feel the grip on your shirt loosen after a few minutes.

“Thanos?” You whisper.

No reply- he’s asleep. You relax into his arms until you think about what he said, just earlier:

"You don’t like me, either. It makes me want you more. At least you don't lie to me."

When you recall him saying that, all you can think about is how he isn't asking to be wanted or loved- he's not even asking for the truth, whether he appreciates it or not. He's asking, desperately, to pretend.

You realize how much a person needs to have been lied to to beg to be lied to, again, only, under their own terms.

For him to beg for an ounce of kindness, sympathy, connection: even if it's not real... that must hurt.

Your stomach turns; you feel like crying. You stare at the ceiling more.

Thanos snores softly beside you.