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sosa2imagines · 4 months ago

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Undercover model.

Warning- Drunk reader, pure fluff.

The bar hums with laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft thrum of music. You settle into your seat, surrounded by friends who’ve coaxed you out of your usual routine.

You sip your drink, the taste more comforting than you expected. One drink turns into two, then three. It’s easy to lose count after a while, to lose yourself in the warmth spreading through your veins. The night is a soft blur of faces, stories, and the glow of neon lights outside. You laugh too loud, talk too much, but tonight, you're too carefree to care.

As the night stretches on, your thoughts begin to blur with the alcohol in your system. You stand up, feeling the familiar wobble in your legs. You tell yourself you're fine, giving yourself a confident nod in the reflection of the bar's window. You’ve got this. You can make it home.

The cold air hits you like a slap in the face as you stumble out of the bar and into the street. You laugh at the way the ground seems to sway beneath your feet. Your body tells you it’s time to go home, but your mind can’t quite process how to get there.

You take a step forward, but the world tilts too far. Before you can even register what’s happening, a firm hand grips your arm, pulling you back just as a car speeds past, its headlights blinding.

“Careful there.” a voice says, low and steady.

You blink, trying to focus on the man who’s just saved you from a messy accident. His jaw is sharp, his eyes intense beneath the shadow of his brow, his body built like he could’ve crushed the car that almost hit you. A figure of power and authority, but also… something more. Your head spins.

“Thanks,” you mumble, your words slurring, your lips curving into a smile that feels a little too flirtatious given the circumstances. “You’re…uh…you’re a lifesaver.”

The man raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching, but it’s clear he’s not impressed. “I’m Detective Walter Marshall.”

You frown. “A detective? Huh.” You giggle. “You look more like a Greek model than a cop!”

He blinks, clearly thrown off by your slurred words, but he doesn't let go of your arm. “You’re drunk, miss. I’m going to take you to the station.”

“No need,” you say with a grin, trying to stand taller but wobbling instead. “I’m fine. I’m just, uh, walking home. Really, I’m okay?”

Walter doesn’t seem convinced. He shakes his head and sighs, leading you toward his car, your feet barely keeping up with his steady pace. The lights of the station blink in the distance as you both arrive.

Inside, things get even more amusing, or at least, to your drunk mind, they do.

Walter sits you down on a bench, trying to ask your name, your address, something to help him figure out how to get you home. You, on the other hand, can’t stop smiling at him, your words tumbling out in a haze of flirtation.

“Are you sure you’re a detective?” you ask, leaning a little too close, your voice low and teasing. “You’re far too good-looking for that.”

His jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think you might’ve actually flustered him. But he doesn’t back down. “Please, Miss…”

You laugh. “No, seriously. Who are you trying to fool? I think you just wandered in here from a runway somewhere. Do you model on the side?”

And it does not stop, you go on a drunk ramble.

“Do you want my address, to come to my place?” “You are asking my number to sext me?”

“Versace? Hugo Boss? Come on, I know you are a model…”

The officers around you exchange glances, some chuckling softly. Walter looks exasperated but still incredibly composed, which only makes him more attractive in your eyes.

You continue to flirt, oblivious to the serious conversation Walter’s trying to have with you, until a familiar voice cuts through your haze.

Just then your flatmate and best friend enters the station.

“Damn, dear...” Tyler says, shaking his head as he steps into the station. “What did you do this time?”

You blink at him, smiling widely, happy to see a familiar face. “Tyler! You know this guy? He’s a detective! A model detective!”

Tyler just sighs, walking up to Walter. “Yeah, that’s my best friend. Sorry about her, she’s had a little too much to drink. Thanks for looking out for her.”

Walter looks at Tyler, and for a moment, you swear there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He nods, his demeanor still professional, but there’s an unspoken understanding.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safe!” Tyler adds.

You blink again, realizing that the spell of flirtation is wearing off. You try to stand but fail, your knees buckling beneath you. Tyler catches you with a laugh, guiding you out of the station with Walter watching from a distance.

“Goodnight, Walter! You sexy undercover model!!!!” you call back, waving with a sloppy grin.

You hear a low chuckle in response, and though you’re too drunk to fully understand it, something tells you that won’t be the last time you see him.

And with that, Tyler helps you out into the cool night, the memory of Walter’s sharp gaze lingering in your foggy mind.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the pounding in your head. It’s like a jackhammer drilling into your skull, and your mouth feels as dry as the desert. You squint against the sunlight streaming through the curtains and groan, wishing you could crawl back under the covers and forget everything that happened the night before.

But as the fog of sleep clears, the memory starts creeping back in, and your eyes snap open.

Oh God.

You remember Walter. You remember the way you’d drunkenly flirted with him, the way you’d practically melted in his presence, calling him a “Greek model...” and teasing him in front of everyone at the station. Heat floods your cheeks, and you bury your face in the pillow, groaning. How could you have been so… embarrassing?

“Tyler,” you mutter, still half-dazed, “Please tell me it was all a dream. Please tell me I didn’t actually flirt with a detective.”

Tyler’s voice comes from the doorway, the same teasing tone he always uses when he’s about to spill a little too much information. “Oh, no, that was real. You definitely flirted with Detective Marshall. The whole station heard it.”

Your body stiffens, and you push yourself up into a sitting position, eyes wide in horror. “What?!”

Tyler walks in, grinning like he knows exactly how mortified you are. “Oh yeah. You had a whole routine. I had to come in and bail you out before you started asking him to take his shirt off or something.”

“No!” you gasp, trying to remember the specifics. “Did I… did I really say that?”

He shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, you did call him a model. And you told him he was too good-looking to be a detective.”

Your face turns crimson, and you bury your face in your hands. “This is a nightmare. I can’t believe I did that.”

Tyler chuckles and pats you on the back. “Hey, you’re not the first person to flirt with a cop, but you’re definitely the first to do it while wearing a drunken smile like you’re auditioning for a rom-com.”

You groan again. “I’m so embarrassed. I have to fix this. I have to apologize to him.”

Tyler raises an eyebrow. “You’re really going to go after him after that? Bold move, dear. Bold move.”

You ignore him, grabbing your phone to look up the police station's number. The plan is clear! You’re going to make things right. You can’t just leave things like this, not after acting like an absolute fool.

Later that afternoon, you find yourself standing outside the police station again, clutching a tin of homemade cookies you’d baked in an attempt to smooth things over. You’re nervous, your palms sweaty, but you tell yourself this is the right thing to do.

The officers at the front desk look at you with a knowing smile when you walk in, clearly recognizing you from the night before. They exchange amused glances, clearly enjoying the spectacle that was your drunken escapade.

One of the officers, a woman with short, spiky hair, leans forward, eyeing the cookies in your hands. “You here for Detective Marshall?” she asks, a little too cheerfully.

You nod, trying to stay confident despite the gnawing embarrassment in your stomach. “Yes. I, uh… I wanted to apologize. I… uh… wasn’t myself last night.”

She smirks. “I think we all noticed that. But don't worry, he’s around. I’ll point you in his direction.”

With a wink, she leads you down a narrow hallway to where Walter’s office is. You feel the butterflies in your stomach flare up again as you approach the door. This is it. This is your chance to make things right.

You knock softly before pushing the door open, your heart racing in your chest.

Walter’s sitting behind his desk, his back to you as he reads through a pile of paperwork. When he hears the door open, he glances over his shoulder, his sharp gaze locking onto yours.

“Miss…” he says, his voice as calm as ever, though you can sense a faint amusement behind his words. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

You swallow hard, stepping forward with the cookies. “I, uh, I just wanted to apologize for last night. I was… drunk. And embarrassing. I’m really sorry about all the flirting and the ridiculous comments.”

Walter studies you for a moment, his eyes softening just the slightest bit. “You don’t need to apologize. You were… amusing.”

Your cheeks redden again. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess.”

He chuckles, finally standing and walking over to you. “Well, in that case, thank you for the cookies.” He takes the tin from your hands, his fingers brushing yours just for a second, making your heart flutter.

Before you can say anything else, the door to his office swings open, and a few of his fellow officers step in, including the spiky-haired woman who guided you here.

“Oh, look who it is,” one of them teases, a grin on his face. “Marshall, I didn’t know you had a fan club.”

Another officer smirks. “I guess you’re more popular than we thought, huh?”

Walter’s face tightens, but his lips twitch slightly as if he’s suppressing a smile. He glances over at you, and you’re sure you can see a flicker of something behind his eyes.

You turn to leave, feeling like you’ve done the best you can to fix things, but just as you step out of the room, you hear one of the officers tease Walter again.

“You’re not going to tell us you’re really just a detective, are you? We all saw how she looked at you.”

Walter’s voice is low and controlled when he responds, though you can hear the subtle edge to it. “Keep it up, guys. Keep it up.”

You exit the station, a small smile playing on your lips. Things weren’t as bad as you thought, and as much as you had tried to avoid it, something tells you that this won’t be the last time you cross paths with Detective Walter Marshall.

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screamofdespair · 2 months ago

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Heiji Hattori as a Symbol of Creative Paralysis in the Detective Conan Franchise

For over two decades, fans of Detective Conan have watched Heiji Hattori grow from a charismatic rival to one of the series most beloved characters. And yet, even after more than 1000 episodes/chapters and 28 movies, Heiji remains treated as a side character, a "special guest" brought in occasionally to keep things going, but never fully integrated into the narrative core. This long-standing neglect is not just a missed narrative opportunity, it is a symptom of a deeper issue : the systematic creative paralysis caused by corporate control and capitalistic logic within the anime industry.

Heiji's Narrative & Wasted Potential

Heiji Hattori was introduced as a bold and brilliant counterpart to Shinichi Kudo, the perfect rival, partner, and narrative foil. He had all the potential to become a co-protagonist : two detectives in different regions solving cases in parallel, crossing paths, exchanging ideas, and deepening the world-building of the series. His charisma, his dynamic with Conan, his investigative style, everything was in place. Fans expected growth. Instead, Heiji became a glorified guest star. One or two episodes/chapters per year. No central role, no major investigations, no real evolution, nothing 'meaningful' since the end of his actual guest star phase, and all of it framed under the banner of a character written mainly to serve a forced romantic purpose. It’s gotten to the point where even the voice actors were tired. Despite the potential, he's used like a collectible taken off the shelf for an event, then put back into storage. They had a second ace detective in their hands and chose to keep him in the background, often by undermining his defining traits, reframing him as comic relief rather than allowing him to grow as a central figure. Takahiro Okura, the scriptwriter for some of the Detective Conan movies, stated that Heiji and Kazuha should be integrated into the main cast. Their absence, he implied, weakens the possibilities for deeper world-building. And ironically, now that the romantic subplot between Heiji and Kazuha has finally been resolved, their presence in the story risks shrinking even further if you ask me. Gosho and the writers might face a "what do we do with them now?" dilemma, instead of expanding their role meaningfully. From now on, Heiji could, alone, really take the spotlight, with Kazuha kept in the background or left out, out of fear that the story might move too fast and exhaust their new narrative potential too soon. And honestly? Why not. But that’s exactly the issue, it’s narrative cowardice. Having Heiji show up in more cases from now on, on his own, only proves they could’ve done it way earlier, and more naturally.

Corporate Logic Over Character Development

Heiji’s sidelining isn’t a creative accident. It’s a structural decision. The anime production committee composed of Yomiuri TV, TMS Entertainment, TOHO, Shogakukan etc, operates under a system where storytelling is subservient to profit optimization. Every narrative change is weighed not for artistic merit, but for its impact on merchandising, ratings, and continuity. Allowing Heiji to evolve into a regular would mean more writing, more arcs, and the risk of narrative progression. But that goes against the system’s core priority : endless repetition. This gives the anime/movies (especially the movies), and by extension the committee, a real influence over the manga’s pace, tone, and long-term direction. Aoyama may hold the pen, but the committee holds the cage. Lately, even some of Aoyama’s editors, under possible pressure, have either changed their stance or started aligning with the corporate mindset behind the series. This is not creativity, this is content management. And when your movies are making over ¥15 billion annually, why bother investing in a character like Heiji? Why develop new narrative structures, when you can keep him shelved as a “special guest” card. If you resolve arcs or elevate side characters, you bring the story closer to its natural ending and shortening a profitable franchise’s lifespan is commercially unacceptable. Even worse : while it would be entirely possible to use Heiji in non-canon filler episodes, giving the spotlight to his character without touching the core narrative, the producers still refuse to do it. Not because it would be difficult, but because it contradicts their conservative, product-oriented philosophy. They could plan episodes in advance, hire talented guest directors, build something fresh around Heiji but they won't. Because in this philosophy, innovation is not a priority. Stability is. What’s even more funny is that this could actually make people want to get back into the anime, and it would probably work really well. You’d get a bit of everything : a break from the usual artistic routine, different scriptwriters/directors/animators than usual, like i said earlier. A good example of that is the mini-series of Eri’s Courtroom. By limiting Heiji’s appearances through quotas, they’ve turned him from a character into a controlled asset, something to be managed, not developed.

The Endless Loop : Why the Story Can’t Move Forward & Its Creative Limitations

Detective Conan isn’t built to evolve. It’s built to circulate. The anime and movies generate billions of yen annually. Shogakukan, a major player in the Japanese publishing industry, has a clear economic interest in maintaining Conan as a permanent fixture, not as an evolving story, but as a cultural product. This isn’t just a franchise. It’s a dependency. The series fuels manga sales, spin-offs, licensing deals, and annual blockbuster films. The spin-offs, ironically, show how low the creative bar has fallen : despite fresh angles (Zero's Tea Time, Hannin no Hanzawa), they are underfunded and underanimated. The production circle is tightly controlled, with a limited pool of animators and almost no injection of new artistic energy. There’s no new blood injected in, just veterans like Yasuichiro Yamamoto (the series director), who have been carrying the weight of Detective Conan’s production since the very beginning. Animation Producers like Keiichi Ishiyama admitted in interviews that the system is so rigid that missing a single delivery deadline can jeopardize the entire production and push the studio to the brink of collapse. Another issue is the lack of creative freedom for the movie directors : even when someone tries to bring something fresh, like the director of Movie 27, Chika Nagaoka, who wanted to portray Heiji in a more mature way in the movie, the idea was swiftly overridden by Gosho Aoyama himself. Not necessarily because he disagreed, but because the philosophy demands consistency over innovation. That said, some animation producers, distinct from the executive producers or committee stakeholders, of course, do try to bring in talented animators, scout the competitive freelance market, and elevate the quality of key sequences. Without them, Detective Conan would be visually dead. These individuals still fight to inject life into a tightly controlled environment. But they operate under a passive restriction : the 'best' animators rarely want to work on a project so artistically suffocating (the shift to digital in Gosho’s drawings, or the gradual redesign of the anime’s character models = creative limitation, which became increasingly bound by consistency over experimentation). There’s almost no space for personal style. Even when talented directors are hired, like the director of Movie 22, Yuzuru Tachikawa (formerly of Mob Psycho 100) or Movie 25, Mitsunaka Susumu (from Haikyuu!!), their unique directorial style is barely visible. The films are cleanly produced, but the soul of the director is absent. Anyone can direct a Detective Conan movie. The role has become factory work, everything is controlled from start to finish, and the director no longer has access to any real source of creative input. The brand overrides the artist. Popularity of the manga > More money to be made > More content to be produced > Tighter deadlines and overworked studios (Gosho inclued) > Drop in quality but the money keeps coming in > A system of ultra-comfort settles in, no risk, no urgency to evolve > A never-ending cycle.

Capitalism Embedded in the Narrative

This is what i mean when i say capitalism over storytelling. Characters like Heiji are not written, they are managed. Narrative arcs are not planned, they are rationed. The goal is not to tell a story but to preserve a revenue stream. Even the script decisions are shaped by what’s safest for the committee. In contrast, look at Toei’s handling of One Piece. Despite being a massive commercial franchise, it invests in high-caliber animators, embraces experimental visuals and respects the momentum of the source material. It doesn’t just protect the brand, it elevates it. Conan does the opposite : it freezes its own world out of fear.

A Point of No Return?

Is it too late for Conan to change? Realistically, yes. The franchise has become a full-loop economy. The story can’t end, but it can’t move forward drastically either. Heiji Hattori, a character who should have been a second protagonist, remains trapped in guest status, even as his storylines are technically resolved. The worst part? That resolution doesn’t open up new narrative space. It shuts it down. The couple is canon now. It's great, but It’s hard to expect anything surprising going forward. I keep a sliver of hope, but honestly, it feels unlikely.

So yeah, Heiji Hattori is more than a sidelined character. He’s the symbol of everything the franchise could have become, and refused to. In trying to protect the illusion of a never-ending world, Detective Conan has built a prison for itself. Not out of lack of love. But out of fear of loss. The fear of losing control over a profitable system, fear of disrupting a carefully maintained commercial balance, fear of ending the formula that guarantees returns.

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svt-luna · 3 months ago

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hii can i request luna calling the svt members by the wrong name and seeing their reaction

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SVT REACTS TO LUNA ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── Accidentally calling them the wrong name

synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s reaction to Luna accidentally calling them the wrong name.

wc: 6.7k

new format for the new tier (?) i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one and ever since i have posted the masterlist for svt reacts, a lot of you have been submitting the prompts you want to see next and i am super excited to get started on those! happy reading my lovelies and see you soon 💛🤍

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt reacts

⍣ ೋ🍒 [S.COUPS]

The practice room was peaceful, which should have been his first warning. Nothing in SEVENTEEN’s world stays peaceful for long.

He was lounging comfortably, minding his own business, when Luna, unknowingly signing her own death certificate, handed him a drink and casually muttered, “Here, Soonyoungie.”

Froze. Blinked once. Twice. Processing… still processing… ERROR 404: LEADER’S EGO NOT FOUND.

ERROR. CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.

His entire body stiffened on impact, as if she had just drop-kicked his dignity off a cliff. His brain short-circuited so violently that, for a brief moment, he was no longer Seungcheol, leader of SEVENTEEN— he was just a man betrayed in the cruelest way possible.

Slowly turned his head toward her with the disappointment of a father who just found out his child failed a math test despite having a tutor. His eyebrows knit together in betrayal, his lips slightly parted in sheer disbelief.

This was not just a mistake— this was a scandal.

The sheer weight of his disappointment could have crushed an entire nation.

“Soonyoung?” he repeated, voice so calm it was actually terrifying.

Blinked three times in complete silence as if waiting for a divine explanation to fall from the heavens. He blinked again, as if giving her a chance to correct herself before he officially lost his mind.

Luna did a double take, realizing that it wasn’t Hoshi next to her.

Luna’s fight-or-flight response activated instantly. Her soul packed its bags and fled. Her eyes widened in terror, hands clumsily flailing as she tried to backpedal. “WAIT—NO, THAT’S NOT—”

S.Coups let out the biggest sigh known to mankind, one that carried the weight of ten years of suffering. Dramatically placed a hand over his heart as if she had stabbed him with betrayal, head tilting back like he was experiencing Shakespearean-level heartbreak.

“Wow. Of all people, Soonyoung?” Shook his head. Scoffed. Whispered, “Unbelievable. This… this hurts, Jiyeon.” (Used her government name. This was serious for him).

Looked away, shaking his head like he had just learned his best friend was actually the villain in a plot twist.

Stared at an imaginary camera, The Office-style, for a solid five seconds. Contemplated his entire existence.

Luna, desperate to fix her mistake, waved her hands wildly. “It was an accident! I am tired! I thought you were Hoshi—”

He sat up dramatically, eyebrows raised, fully prepared to drag her. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s not like I was the one who stayed up last week comforting you when you had a breakdown.”

Stood up. Pacing. Muttering under his breath like a man scorned. “I should’ve known. The signs were there. I ignored them. That’s on me. I didn’t know you’d be the one to betray me.”

Luna, on the verge of a breakdown herself, groaned, “OH MY GOD, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. You’re being dramatic…”

Hands on his chest, clutching his pearls.

“AN ACCIDENT? YOU SAW ME AND STILL CALLED ME SOONYOUNG!”

Collapsed back onto the couch with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Whispered to himself, “I didn’t raise you like this.”

Would never let her live this down. Ever. Would bring it up during the most inopportune moments just to see her suffer.

“Hey, remember that time you called me Soonyoung?”

“THAT WAS SIX MONTHS AGO.”

“And yet the wound is still fresh.”

⍣ ೋ🪽[JEONGHAN]

Yoon Jeonghan is the biggest menace known to man— let’s start there. He’d get even… a hundred percent.

Oh, Luna messed up. She messed up big time. But she didn’t know it yet. Jeonghan knew it, though. Oh, he knew. And the moment the words left her mouth, he had already decided that she would never know peace again.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. Luna was scrolling through her phone, multitasking between replying to messages and absentmindedly talking to Jeonghan, who was sitting next to her. It was casual, relaxed— dangerously so.

And then, like the heavens themselves decided to bless Jeonghan with the greatest gift of all time, she absentmindedly called him “Joshie.”

Jeonghan’s brain registered the betrayal instantly, but his face remained completely neutral.

Not even a twitch. No dramatic gasp, no offended expression— just pure, calculated silence.

This was an opportunity.

Slowly turned his head toward her with an expression so unreadable it was actually terrifying. Blinked once. Twice. Then, with the smoothest, most even voice known to mankind, he said, “Who’s Joshie?”

Luna froze. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, eyes darting to him as if she had just realized she was standing on a landmine with no escape. Her soul did ten backflips and crash-landed into the abyss.

“Wait—I didn’t mean— I was texting Shua—”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He smiled.

Oh no. Not the smile. The one that hid a thousand schemes. The one that meant he had already won.

“Joshie, huh? Wow. That’s crazy.”

Leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, nodding as if this was the most fascinating discovery of his life. Whispered under his breath, “Joshie… Joshie… I didn’t know we were at that stage in our relationship.”

Luna knew she was doomed. “I swear, it was just a slip—”

“No, I get it.” Jeonghan put a hand on his chest, mock hurt dripping from his voice. “Five years. Engaged. And yet, I’m just another Joshua in your eyes.”

Luna groaned, already wanting to crawl into a hole. “It was an accident! My brain lagged! I was texting Joshua!”

“Oh really? You were texting Joshua?” He tilted his head. “Or should I say… Joshie?”

Oh, he was milking this. He was squeezing every last drop of suffering out of this moment. He grabbed his phone, pretending to text.

“What are you doing?” Luna asked, voice full of dread.

“Oh, just letting Joshie know the good news.”

“WHAT GOOD NEWS?” Luna wanted smack the back of his head.

Jeonghan smirked, showing her his screen. He had typed out a message to Joshua that simply said:

“Hey, Joshie, just found out Jiyeon thinks about you when she looks at me. Any thoughts?”

Luna lunged at him. “DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW.”

Jeonghan, laughing like a supervillain, dodged easily. “Oh, no, no, no. This is my leverage now. You think I’m letting this go? Absolutely not.”

Would bring it up at the most unnecessary moments.

“Hey, can you grab me some water? Or should I ask Joshie instead?”

“Wow, you look so pretty today. Does Jisoo think so too?”

“Should I dye my hair like his? Maybe then you’ll remember my name.”

Luna knew one thing for certain: She had just given Jeonghan a lifetime of teasing material. She had lost this battle. And the war.

Oh, but Jeonghan wasn’t stopping there. No, no. This was only the beginning. The next phase of his plan? Calling her every random girl name imaginable just to see her reaction.

It started casually. Too casually. Luna had just finished brushing her hair when Jeonghan, lounging on the bed, casually glanced up and said, “Looking good, Minji.”

Luna snapped her head around so fast she almost got whiplash. “What did you just call me?”

Jeonghan, with the most innocent expression known to mankind, blinked at her. “Minji. That’s your name, right? Or is it Jisoo? Or maybe… Yuna?”

Luna’s eye twitched. “Yoon Jeonghan, I swear—”

“Oh, relax, Soojin. You’re so aggressive today.”

Luna yeeted a pillow straight at his face. Jeonghan, laughing like the menace he was, dodged it with ease.

This became a game to him. He’d throw out random names at the most ridiculous times.

“Could you pass me that remote, Jihye?”

“Wow, thanks for making dinner, Seulgi. So sweet of you.”

“Hey, Hyejin, can you scratch my back real quick?”

Luna, now fully fed up, stomped toward him with the wrath of a thousand suns. “Call me one more name that isn’t mine and I will actually smack that stupid smirk out your fucking face.”

Jeonghan grinned. “Okay, okay. I got it, babe. You win.”

Pause. A beat of silence.

And then, with a smug smirk, he added, “Sorry, I mean… babe… or should I say… Somin?”

Luna full-on lunged. Jeonghan barely escaped with his life, laughing like a villain as she chased him around the room.

At first, Luna had been playfully mad, but after the hundredth time, the joke started to sting a little. It wasn’t like she actually thought Jeonghan meant anything by it, but hearing random girl names instead of her own, over and over, started to feel a little too real.

One evening, when he lazily threw out, “Thanks for the coffee, Hani,” expecting her usual exasperated groan, Luna just… stopped. She didn’t glare. She didn’t throw a pillow at him. She just stood there, stirring her drink with her lips pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched.

Jeonghan instantly noticed. His smug grin dropped as he watched her fiddle with her mug, not looking at him.

His teasing brain might be the size of a galaxy, but he wasn’t stupid.

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned.

“Oh no…” Jeonghan muttered under his breath, moving closer. He gently poked her cheek. “Baby? Nana-ya?”

Luna pouted, looking down. “I don’t like it when you call me other girls’ names.” Her voice was soft, almost sulky, and Jeonghan felt his soul leave his body.

Immediate panic mode. “Oh, no, no, no, my love, my pretty moon, my one and only Jiyeonie, come here.” He was already cupping her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. “You know I was just messing around, right? You’re the only one I’d ever call mine.”

Luna sniffled. “Then why do you keep calling me other girls’ names?”

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned pt. 2.

Jeonghan physically recoiled. He had never felt so villainous in his life. “I am so sorry. I will never do it again, Nana-ya.”

But before he let the joke die completely, he made sure of one thing. He leaned in, locking eyes with her, tone suddenly serious. “Say my name.”

Luna blinked. “Huh?”

“Say it. I need to know you still remember it.”

She rolled her eyes, but Jeonghan was relentless. He leaned in even closer. “Say it, Jiyeonie.”

Luna sighed, but there was a small smile creeping onto her lips. “Jeonghan.”

“Louder.”

“Jeonghan.”

He tilted his head. “One more time, for the people in the back.”

Luna huffed, pushing his face away. “Yoon Jeonghan, you absolute menace.”

Jeonghan grinned, finally satisfied. “That’s right. That’s my name. I love hearing you say it. And I’ll make sure you never forget it again.” He kissed her forehead, finally letting the bit go.

Luna sniffled again, but the pout was gone, replaced by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”

From that day forward, Jeonghan never called her another girl’s name again.

And Luna? She never made the mistake of calling him the wrong name ever again.

⍣ ೋ🦌[JOSHUA]

Joshua Hong, the human embodiment of kindness and patience, did not even flinch. The moment Luna slipped up and called him the wrong name, he merely blinked, absorbing the mistake with the grace of a saint.

“Han— Oh, wait— Shua! I meant Joshua, I’m so sorry!” Luna gasped, eyes wide with immediate regret. She clasped her hands together in a desperate plea for forgiveness, already bracing herself for potential teasing or dramatic reactions.

But Joshua, ever the composed and forgiving soul, simply smiled. Not a hint of annoyance, not a single trace of offense— just pure, unbothered tranquility. It was almost unnerving how unaffected he was.

“It’s fine,” he assured her effortlessly, brushing it off. The way he said it so genuinely made her feel even worse.

Luna, still feeling guilty, shook her head. “No, no, it’s not fine. I feel terrible! I don’t know what happened, my brain just—”

Joshua held up a hand to stop her, chuckling lightly. “Really, Jiyeon-ah. It’s no big deal. I know you didn’t mean it. But—” he tapped his chin thoughtfully, tilting his head as if reconsidering.

Here it comes. The condition.

Despite being deemed “normal” he was far from that.

Luna perked up, desperate to redeem herself. “But what? I’ll do anything!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Buy me a coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

Luna blinked. “That’s it? Just a coffee?”

Joshua smiled again, this time a little amused. “Yep. That’s all it takes to heal my broken heart.”

She groaned, but she was already reaching for her phone. “Fine. But I’m getting you the most expensive one on the menu to make up for it.”

He laughed, “I won’t stop you. Oh, and while we’re at it… you do remember my name now, right?”

Luna dramatically sighed. “Joshua Hong. Hong Jisoo. I will never forget it again.”

And she didn’t… that coffee was expensive.

⍣ ೋ🐱[JUN]

Jun was mid-bite into his orange when Luna completely and utterly betrayed him.

“Hey, Shi-shi, can you— oh. Wait.”

Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. Eternal.

Jun did not speak. He did not blink. He simply put down his half-eaten orange slice, wiped his hands with a napkin, and slowly turned to face her.

His eyes? Empty. His soul? Possibly ascending.

Luna tensed, feeling the weight of her mistake. “Junnie, I—”

Without breaking eye contact, Jun calmly raised both hands… and formed Hoshi’s signature tiger claw gesture.

Luna’s jaw dropped. “God— please no.”

Jun nodded, his expression still unreadable. Then, in the most monotone voice imaginable, he said—

“KWON TI—” He cut himself off mid-sentence, exhaling sharply through his nose as if the sheer effort of speaking was too much.

Luna smacked her forehead. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS.”

But it was too late. Jun slowly, methodically, stood up. He adjusted his posture, squared his shoulders, and became Hoshi.

“TIGER POWER,” he whispered, barely above a breath.

Luna covered her face with both hands. “MOON JUNHUI. STOP.”

He did not stop. Instead, he gracefully spun in a circle, did an exaggerated tiger pose, and let out the most deadpan, lifeless “HAEYA.” the world had ever heard.

Luna was losing her mind. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Jun finally blinked, looking at her with complete and utter indifference. “I don’t know. Why is Hoshi like like this?”

Luna groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. Jun, still blank-faced, caught it with one hand and did another slow-motion tiger claw.

“Fear me.”

She did not.

But she did immediately vow to never make that mistake again.

⍣ ೋ🐯[HOSHI]

Hoshi was in the middle of passionately explaining his latest choreography idea, hands flailing, eyes sparkling with excitement, when Luna casually shattered his entire existence.

“That sounds amazing, Channie! You’re such a genius with choreo— oh, wait… SHI-SHI. I MEANT HOSHI.”

The room went dead silent. Hoshi froze mid-motion, arms still dramatically outstretched, mouth slightly open as if the betrayal physically knocked the wind out of him.

Slowly— painstakingly slowly— his arms dropped to his sides. His eyes, once full of light and passion, dimmed like a dying star.

Luna, sensing immediate danger, waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it! My brain lagged! HOSHI, YOU KNOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

But it was already too late. Hoshi placed a trembling hand over his heart, inhaling sharply through his nose as if she had physically stabbed him.

“You…” He swallowed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think… Dino made this choreography?”

Luna panicked. “NO, NO, I—”

He dramatically took a step back, clutching his chest. “AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE TAUGHT YOU. AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH.”

“SOONYOUNG-AH, PLEASE.”

“DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?” His voice cracked for effect. “AM I JUST A DANCE MACHINE TO YOU? A BACKGROUND CHARACTER? A… A REPLACEMENT??”

Luna was suffering at this point. “OH MY GOD, IT WAS A MISTAKE, STOP BEING DRAMATIC.”

Hoshi gasped like she had slapped him. “DRAMATIC?? ME?? YOU THINK I’M BEING DRAMATIC??”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Yes. Because you are.”

He threw his head back, arms spread wide. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.”

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped to the floor in slow motion, one hand reaching for the heavens like he was in the final scene of a tragic musical.

“SOMEONE CALL KWON SOO— I MEAN, LEE CHAN. SINCE HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE NEW PERFORMANCE LEADER.”

Luna let out an exasperated scream. “Kwon Soonyoung. GET. UP.”

But he did not. Instead, he rolled onto his side, curling into the fetal position. “Leave me here. I have no reason to get up. I am but a forgotten relic of the past.”

Luna, now at her limit, bent down and grabbed his face. “KWON SOONYOUNG, IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW, I AM NEVER BUYING YOU TIGER MERCH AGAIN.”

Immediate silence.

His eyes flickered with conflict. His lips parted. He hesitated.

Then, with the speed of lightning, he shot up, completely fine. “Wait, wait, let’s talk about this. Let’s not make rash decisions, our pretty Jiyeonie.”

Luna smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, now you want to listen?”

Hoshi gave her his most innocent smile, eyes twinkling. “You love me, right? You wouldn’t do this to me, right?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. But if you ever pull that overdramatic mess again, I’m actually switching performance leaders.”

Hoshi gasped, grabbing his chest again. “THE THREATS NEVER END.”

But they both knew he’d never let her live this down.

⍣ ೋ🐈‍⬛[WONWOO]

Wonwoo was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in one hand, coffee in the other, completely immersed in his own world. The atmosphere was peaceful, quiet, and perfect— until Luna unintentionally shattered the moment with her casual betrayal.

“Hey, Kyeomie, can you pass me my phone?”

There was a brief silence. A very brief silence.

Wonwoo, without even looking up from his book, reached over, grabbed her phone, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain caught up. The realization hit her like a truck. Her eyes widened. Her whole body stiffened.

“…Wait. I just called you Kyeomie, didn’t I?”

Wonwoo, still not looking up, calmly turned a page. “Mm-hmm.”

Luna gawked at him. “And you didn’t even react?!”

He finally looked up, blinking at her with his usual unreadable expression. “Was I supposed to?”

She threw her hands up. “YES?? MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE OFFENDED. OR CONFUSED. OR LITERALLY ANYTHING.”

Wonwoo simply shrugged, sipping his coffee. “It’s not a big deal. Names are just words, anyway.”

Luna stared at him in disbelief. “‘Names are just words’— DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”

He blinked again, completely unfazed. “Yes. I think I have good hearing.”

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

Wonwoo just went back to reading. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Luna dramatically flopped onto the couch next to him. “I feel like I just committed a crime, and you’re making me suffer by not even caring.”

Wonwoo smirked slightly, not looking up. “Would you rather I make a scene? Roll on the floor? Fake cry? Because I can.”

She squinted at him. “You would not.”

He turned another page, his expression neutral. “You’ll never know.”

Luna huffed. “Fine. But if I ever hear you accidentally call me by the wrong name, I’m holding it against you for life.”

Wonwoo chuckled lightly. “Duly noted, Kyeomie.”

Luna smacked his arm. Wonwoo, still expressionless, took another sip of coffee.

SERVE WELL, MY LOVE! (ok… bye.)

⍣ ೋ🍚[WOOZI]

Woozi was in the studio, hunched over his computer, headphones on, completely focused on fine-tuning the latest track. The glow from the screen highlighted the intense concentration on his face, fingers flying across the keyboard as he adjusted the sound levels.

Luna, sitting on the couch behind him, casually stretched and yawned. “Hey, Hannie, do you want me to grab you a coffee?”

Woozi, without hesitation and without even turning around, simply nodded. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

A solid five seconds passed before Luna’s brain processed what she had just said.

Her eyes widened in horror, her entire body freezing as if she had just committed the ultimate sin.

“Oh my god. I CALLED YOU HANNIE!”

Woozi didn’t react. He was still adjusting the track levels, completely unfazed. “Yeah, you did.”

Luna scrambled forward, gripping the edge of his desk. “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE??”

Woozi let out a small sigh, finally pushing his headphones down to rest around his neck. He turned slightly, giving her the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “Jiyeon-ah. I barely care about my own name, why would I care about someone else’s?”

She gaped at him. “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??”

He shrugged, already turning back to his computer. “It means names are just sounds. You could’ve called me ‘Chair’ and I still would’ve said yes if coffee was involved.”

Luna groaned, dramatically throwing herself back onto the couch. “Why are you and Wonwoo like this? Are you two in some secret society of people who just don’t care about anything??”

Woozi, clicking through his project file, didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. It’s called ‘Minding Our Own Business.’”

Luna sat up, pointing at him. “Well, you better mind this— if you ever call me the wrong name, I’m going to throw your guitar out the window.”

Woozi actually paused for the first time. He slowly turned his chair to face her, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Luna smirked. “Oh? So now names matter?”

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. I acknowledge my name. Happy now?”

She grinned. “Very.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“…So, are you actually getting me coffee, or was that just a slip of the tongue because you thought I was your boy toy?”

“Shut up.” Luna groaned, but she was already grabbing her wallet. “You’re lucky I respect you.”

Woozi simply smirked, pushing his headphones back on. “I know.”

⍣ ೋ🐸[THE8]

Minghao was peacefully sipping tea, one leg crossed over the other, while flipping through an art book.

The afternoon was quiet, the vibes immaculate, the energy balanced— until Luna casually shattered his Zen.

“Hey, Junnie, can you pass me the remote?”

Without even looking up, Minghao reached over, grabbed the remote, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain short-circuited. Her eyes widened. Her soul left her body.

“OH MY GOD. I JUST CALLED YOU JUNNIE.”

Minghao calmly turned a page in his book. “Yeah. You did.”

Luna blinked. He didn’t even flinch. “And… you’re just okay with that?”

He shrugged, taking another slow sip of tea. “I mean… I knew what you meant.”

Luna dramatically grabbed his arm. “BUT I MESSED UP YOUR NAME. AREN’T YOU AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OFFENDED? I WOULD BE.”

Minghao stared at her for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. He slowly set his cup down, closing his book with deliberate care.

And then, in the most monotone voice possible— “Wow. I’m so hurt. This betrayal cuts deep. I may never recover.”

Luna squinted. “Are… are you being sarcastic?”

He pressed a hand over his chest, shaking his head in fake sorrow. “No, no. This is real. My heart aches. The pain is unbearable. I feel lost, abandoned, nameless in this cruel world.”

Luna smacked his arm. “XU MINGHAO. BE SERIOUS.”

He exhaled heavily, looking at her with fake exhaustion. “Jiyeonie. If I got worked up every time someone messed up my name, I’d be dead by now. Do you know how many times people have called me The8 in casual conversation?”

She winced. “Okay, fair. But still! Jun and Minghao aren’t even close!”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, we’re both Chinese. We both have great fashion sense. We both—”

Luna groaned, covering her face. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE JUSTIFYING MY MISTAKE.”

He smirked. “Well, someone has to. You’re spiraling.”

Luna crossed her arms, pouting. “Fine. Then I guess you won’t care if I call you something else.”

Minghao tilted his head, intrigued. “Try me.”

She smirked. “Alright. From now on, I’m calling you ‘MingMing.’”

His entire body froze.

Luna’s smirk grew wider. “What? I thought names were no big deal?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Luna. Don’t test me.”

She grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely testing you. MingMing.”

Minghao groaned, grabbing his tea and downing it in one go. “I take back my calm. This is my villain origin story.”

⍣ ೋ🐶[MINGYU]

Mingyu was standing in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, diligently preparing a snack for himself and Luna.

His concentration was at 100%, tongue slightly poking out in focus as he carefully spread peanut butter onto a slice of bread like it was a Michelin-star meal.

Luna, casually scrolling through her phone on the barstool, absentmindedly called out, “Hey, Cheollie, can you grab me some water?”

Mingyu instantly froze.

Like— spatula still in mid-air, peanut butter dripping onto the counter— frozen.

Slowly, dramatically, he turned around. His big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were already shimmering.

“…What did you just call me?”

Luna, still oblivious, blinked up at him. “Huh? I just asked you to get me—” Her entire soul left her body as realization hit her.

“OH MY GOD. I SAID CHEOLLIE.”

Mingyu gasped so loudly it could’ve shattered glass. His giant hands clutched his chest like he had just been personally victimized.

The betrayal. The sheer pain.

He dramatically staggered backward, hand reaching out like he was in a tragic drama. “Lu-lu-ya… do you… not love me anymore?”

Luna groaned, already burying her face in her hands. “Gyu-Gyu, please—”

“DO YOU THINK I’M JUST SOME OTHER MEMBER TO YOU?” His voice cracked.

Luna lifted her head, about to argue, but was immediately silenced by the way he was pouting. The biggest, saddest, most pitiful pout she had ever seen in her life.

He pointed at himself, looking devastated. “I thought… I was your favorite tall, handsome, ridiculously talented member… But now… I’m just ‘Cheollie’ to you?”

Luna sighed, getting off the stool and walking up to him. “Gyu, you know that’s not true. It was just a mistake! I was distracted!”

“A mistake?” He whispered it like it was a personal attack.

Luna groaned. “Yes! A mistake! Do you think I don’t know who you are?! You’re the biggest person in the room at all times, how could I confuse you with Seungcheol?!”

Mingyu sniffled dramatically. “But… do you still care about me?”

Luna rolled her eyes, knowing what Mingyu needed, she placed her hands on his cheeks, squishing them. “Gyu-gyu. Look at me.”

He blinked, bottom lip still trembling slightly.

“I care about you more than life itself. You’re my favorite golden retriever. My favorite disaster chef. My favorite snack stealer. My favorite giant baby.”

He sniffed again. “Really?”

“Really.” She nodded firmly.

Mingyu’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Okay! Then I forgive you!”

Luna sighed in relief. But then—

He suddenly gasped again. “WAIT. BUT WHAT IF YOU CALL ME ANOTHER MEMBER’S NAME AGAIN?!”

Luna groaned, walking away. “I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN, KIM MINGYU.”

He followed after her, grinning. “Lu-lu-ya. JIYEONIE. Do you pinky promise it won’t happen again?”

“PINKY PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW.”

⍣ ೋ⚔️[DK]

The apartment was filled with laughter as Luna and Dokyeom battled it out in a heated game of Mario Kart.

Dokyeom had just shoved a banana peel in Luna’s path, sending her character spiraling, while he zoomed past, cackling like a madman.

Luna, frustrated but determined, leaned forward, gripping her controller. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wonie!”

Everything stopped.

Dokyeom’s character crashed into a wall. His controller slipped from his fingers. His head turned towards her so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

Luna barely had time to realize her mistake before Dokyeom let out a bloodcurdling scream. “WONIE?!”

He clutched his chest, stumbling off the couch like he had just been shot. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, face twisted in sheer agony.

“Oh my GOD. She just— she just called me wOniE— AM I NOTHING TO YOU?”

Luna blinked, still gripping her controller. “Wait, what? No, hold on—”

But Dokyeom was already rolling around on the carpet like a man in distress, hands in his hair, eyes wide with betrayal. “I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSE. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL. YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP, GONE IN SECONDS.”

He suddenly gasped, sitting upright with horror. “WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN I’M JUST A BACKGROUND CHARACTER TO YOU?”

Luna groaned, rubbing her temples. “Dokyeomie, please—”

“NO NO NO. DON’T TRY TO FIX IT NOW,” he wailed, dramatically flopping onto the couch like an abandoned Victorian bride.

Then, suddenly— “Wait… does this mean I’m as cool as Wonwoo?”

Luna sighed. “That’s what you’re taking from this?”

He immediately sat up, beaming. “You think I have Wonwoo’s energy? That means I’m cool. A RAP GOD. A LEGEND.”

Luna gave him a deadpan look. “Or it just means I was distracted and called you the wrong name.”

He gasped again, placing a hand on his forehead. “THERE IT IS AGAIN. THE DAGGER TO MY HEART.”

Luna finally snapped.

“OH MY GOD, LEE SEOKMIN, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOUR MAKNG A DEAL OUT OF THIS— NO ONE CALLS YOU YOUR REAL NAME ANYMORE! I JUST MESSED UP. YOU’RE LOUD, YOU’RE DRAMATIC, YOU HAVE THE SUNNIEST SMILE, AND YOU LAUGH LIKE YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE. HAPPY?”

Dokyeom blinked. Then grinned. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for noticing.”

Luna groaned, throwing a pillow at him.

Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, hugging it to his chest. “But just so you know… this moment will haunt me forever.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “I bet you’ll forget in five minutes.”

Dokyeom dramatically looked out the window, voice soft, melancholic. “I shall never recover from this wound…”

Five minutes later, he was giggling at a TikTok Luna showed him.

The recovery time was miraculous.

⍣ ೋ🍊[SEUNGKWAN]

Luna and Seungkwan were in the practice room, taking a break after a grueling vocal session. Seungkwan was lying flat on his back, dramatically fanning himself with a random piece of paper, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly sipping on her iced coffee.

“Hey, Hoshi, can you pass me my water bottle?” Luna asked without looking up.

The silence that followed was loud.

Too loud.

Seungkwan slowly sat up. His head turned toward Luna with the precision of a horror movie villain.

His eyes— wide. Unblinking.

The bombastic side eye that could reduce a person to dust.

Luna finally glanced up, instantly freezing when she was met with Seungkwan’s expression.

Oh. Oh no.

His voice came out deadly calm. “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?”

Luna gulped. “…Hoshi?”

Seungkwan’s hand flew to his chest like he had just been personally assassinated. “HOSHI?! HOSHI?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU CALLED ME HOSHI?!”

Luna shrank back, gripping her iced coffee like it was a lifeline. “Kwanie, I swear, it was a mistake—”

“No. NO. I SEE HOW IT IS.” He stood up, arms crossed, shoulders squared, already launching into a full rant. “First of all, how DARE you confuse me with Hoshi? Do I look like I bounce off walls 24/7? DO I LOOK LIKE A FULLY CHARGED BATTERY?”

Luna blinked. “I—”

“Second of all, if you were going to mistake me for someone, WHY HIM? WHY NOT JOSHUA? OR JEONGHAN? OR EVEN MINGYU? ANYONE BUT HIM.”

Luna, still in shock, just stared. “…Are you fighting with Hoshi right now?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Seungkwan snapped before dramatically pacing the room. “But since you asked— YES, I AM. HE ATE THE LAST BAG OF CHIPS THIS MORNING AFTER I TOLD HIK IT WAS MINE AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SMILE AT ME LIKE HE DIDN’T JUST COMMIT A CRIME. AND NOW YOU’RE OUT HERE CALLING ME HIS NAME? I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH.”

Luna looked down at her coffee, suddenly feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be part of this conversation.

Seungkwan wasn’t done. “DO I EVEN LOOK LIKE A HORANGHAE PERSON?” He did a halfhearted, barely committed tiger hand gesture. “DO YOU SEE HOW UNNATURAL THIS LOOKS?!”

Luna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Seungkwan saw and gasped dramatically, pointing a finger at her. “OH, SO NOW YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY. YOU RUINED MY DAY AND NOW YOU’RE LAUGHING?!”

Luna finally broke, wheezing into her hands. “Kwanie, I am so sorry, please, you have to understand—”

“Nope. You can’t take it back.” He huffed, grabbing his water bottle and plopping onto the floor, pouting with the intensity of a child denied a toy. “You and Hoshi can go live happily ever after. I’ll just be here. Alone. In pain.”

Luna sighed, sliding next to him. “Come on, Seungkwannis, you know I love you. You’re my favorite chaos gremlin. My sass king. The most talented, dramatic, beautiful man I know.”

Seungkwan side-eyed her but didn’t respond.

Luna nudged him. “I’ll buy you chips.”

Seungkwan immediately brightened. “Two bags. Minimum.”

Luna grinned. “Deal.”

Seungkwan flipped his hair. “Good. Now never let that happen again. Ever. Or I’m telling Jeonghannie the time you broke one of his Legos and dragged me to build it with you before he returned.”

“NO YOU WON’T!”

⍣ ೋ🐢[VERNON]

The SEVENTEEN members were lounging in Seungcheol’s place after a long day of practice.

Vernon, as usual, had his earphones in, bobbing his head to some obscure rap track, completely in his own world, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly swiping through social media.

Luna, still distracted, was trying to get Vernon’s attention. She noticed him humming along, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music. She decided it would be a good time to ask him to pass her the remote.

“Hey, Gyu—” Luna started, before quickly realizing her slip-up. She blinked, realizing she’d just called Vernon by Mingyu’s name.

Vernon, lost in the groove, didn’t hear her the first time, nor did he realize what happened. He didn’t even look up from his phone.

Luna paused mid-sentence, watching him, then tried again a little louder. “Hansol-ah? Nonnie!CHWE HANSOL!”

Still no response. Vernon was deep into his zone, tapping his foot and nodding to the beat, fully disconnected from reality.

Frustrated, Luna tossed her pillow at his head. The pillow hit Vernon’s earphones and bounced off his cheek.

Vernon, now a little startled, took off his earphones, looked over at Luna, and gave her a nonchalant wave. “Sup.”

Luna blinked, trying to figure out how to navigate this now— awkward—situation. “I was gonna ask you to hand me the remote but I just called you Mingyu by accident… but I swear it was a mistake.”

Vernon shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Cool.”

Luna stood frozen for a second, mouth slightly open, trying to process how Vernon didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that she called him the wrong name. “That’s it?”

Vernon nodded, still casually texting. “It’s cool. I mean, I didn’t even hear you. I was busy, you know, doing stuff.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “You had earphones on. You literally did not hear a word I said. You didn’t even realize it was a mistake.”

“Yeah, but you’re fine,” Vernon replied, glancing up with that same deadpan expression. “It’s cool.”

Luna stared at him for a few moments, completely unsure of what to do next. She could either laugh at how ridiculously nonchalant he was or strangle him. She chose to raise her hands in defeat.

“You know what? Fine. I’m just going to go take a nap.”

Vernon nodded once, still scrolling through his phone. “Cool.”

As Luna walked away, she turned back to see Vernon still bopping his head, completely unbothered. She muttered under her breath, “Is that the only word he knows?”

On another day, Luna would tell the members that Vernon was the king of nonchalance— he was literally unbothered by everything, no matter how chaotic.

He could sit through a hurricane and still ask for snacks afterward.

⍣ ೋ🦦[DINO]

Luna and Dino were hanging out and chatting about random things. Luna was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Dino was sitting next to her, fiddling with his headphones and occasionally laughing at something on his own.

Out of nowhere, Luna looked up, wanting to ask Dino about his upcoming solo photoshoot. In her distracted state, she blurted out, “Hansolie, when is that shoot of yours?”

Dino immediately froze, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. He turned slowly toward her, his lips forming a pout. “Excuse me? Did you just call me Hansol ?”

Luna’s face went pale. She had meant to call him by his name, but in her moment of confusion, she slipped up. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Channie, I—”

Before she could finish, Dino crossed his arms dramatically, tilting his head to the side with a theatrical flair. “Wow. Really, Noona? I can’t believe you. You’re calling me Hansolie now? The disrespect.”

Luna burst out laughing, immediately apologizing, but Dino wasn’t done yet. “I’m your baby, Noona! You can’t just go around calling me the wrong name! I am your baby, remember that!”

Just as Luna was trying to control her laughter, Jeonghan walked by, overhearing the commotion. With his usual mischievous grin, he interjected, “That’s my line, Dino-ya. You’re not the only Jiyeonie’s baby.”

Dino snapped his head toward Jeonghan, eyes narrowing. “Oh, please, hyung. I already have noona. What do you want from me?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Jeonghan laughed at his response.

Luna, still trying to calm down from laughing, now had to deal with two drama queens. “You guys are so extra! Dino, stop pouting. It was an honest mistake!”

Dino poked out his bottom lip and stared at her, unrelenting. “It was an honest mistake, but that doesn’t mean you should forget that I’m your baby!”

He then pointed at Jeonghan dramatically. “And this guy, here, needs to stop acting like he has a claim on me!”

Jeonghan, still smirking, winked at Luna. “Well, Dino, I don’t know. You’ve got that baby face, but I don’t know if you’re the real deal. I might just have to claim you back. Remind me again— who’s a baby are you?”

Dino scoffed, dramatically flipping his hair back. “I’m done!”

Luna was trying to hold back her giggles, but it was impossible now. She rubbed Dino’s head gently and apologized once more, “I’m so sorry, my Dino, really. I didn’t mean it. You are my baby.”

Dino brightened up immediately, his pout disappearing as he leaned into her touch. “I knew you’d remember eventually. But seriously, Noona, don’t forget my title again.”

Jeonghan, not one to let the moment pass without making a joke, tapped Dino’s shoulder. “Dino, you didn’t answer me. Do you know whose baby you are? I think you might need a reminder.”

Dino turned to Jeonghan, narrowing his eyes as if he had just had enough. “Are we really going to do this again, Jeonghan? Can’t you just let me have this? You don’t have to butt in every time I get some attention.”

Luna leaned back on the couch, arms crossed as she watched the two of them bicker. “You know, this is the kind of chaos I was trying to avoid. You two are literally like children.”

Dino didn’t seem to mind, though, as he grinned widely at her, now fully back in his playful mood. “Well, I’m just your baby. I can’t help it!”

Jeonghan grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “You two are going to make my head explode. Honestly, you’re both my babies. I’m claiming you both.”

Luna sighed, looking between the two. “You know what? I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to the kitchen. You both stay here and fight over who’s the real man-child.”

As Luna left the room, Dino, who had forgotten about the situation, suddenly shouted after her. “Hey! Don’t forget about me, Noona! I’m your baby!”

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(sorry in advance, I've been stewing over this for so long that this will be a long one xd)

I was re-reading your fics on ao3 again (sue me, im starved for desmond time travel content) and whilst reading Eagle of Alamut's description i realised '...wait a damn minute, it is true! all of Desmond's knowledge on past is from his ancestors!' (not everyone is as big of a nerd as shaun). Cue weeks of relentless daydreaming over Desmond in Reneisance Italy trying his damnest to lay low... but: 1) he does not know what is socially acceptable at the time (clothe and behaviour wise)

2) the animus likely shielded it's users from the more... er.. unsaviory historical accuracy (child marriage, smell, violence and mistreatment towards the poor, women, disabled)

3) politics, culinary arts, medicine and money value from that era are not common knowledge (or even fully known to todays historians)

4) Ezio was not known for his subtility...

...so while desmond may know who to strike in order to protect Ezios family from getting executed, what places he may know to avoid if he wants to avoid attention from the italian brotherhood.

He does not know what he was getting himself in to when he decided to travel back in time.

I can just imagine him thinking that he can finally retire and live his life, but then BOOM here comes the shock of sociatal injustices! religious violence! inequality! horrendous mistreatment of beggars and disabled people! and as a good man raised in the 21st century he obviously can't, in his right conciousness, just turn his back on these issues, on these people.

So here he is, in Rome of all places, doing his best to atleast stay hidden from the Auditore's, and consequesntly, the Italian brotherhood's, detection, as he stalks the bright rooftops of Roma as histories (probably) very first assasin turned vigiliante!

I can just picture him at one point or another, getting mistaken for a Spanish assasin and his only attempt at 'confirming' (read: encouraging misleading rumours), is to use the very little languistic knowledge the American education system has bestowed upon him. cue him very awkwardly trying to immitate a Spanish accent/ speak in Spanish. or just, you know, say the only words every student knows, 'Feliz Navidad'.

It would be so funny if Desmond’s Spanish are based on:

1) what little remains of Ezio’s Spanish (maybe on par or even worse than his French)

2) Basic Spanish that he learned on the Farm

3) Spanish songs he heard

So people think that Desmond is eccentric.

And Rich.

Because Desmond wants to help people but he doesn’t want to be seen as an Assassin so…

He becomes a supposed rich Spanish (Arabic would have sent a red flag to the Brotherhood) noble who came to Rome to live a life away from his ‘family’.

Why is he ‘rich’?

Well, killing nobles and other ‘evil doers’ will flag the Brotherhood as well so it would be better to just…

Leave certain incriminating evidence in the doors of their enemies and let them duke it out. Hey, if some things go missing while they’re too busy with their enemies, that’s just collateral damage.

Also…

Sometimes, things go missing when some people get into accidents.

It’s easy to buy the impoverish area in Rome. It’s a bit challenging to get doctors to treat them.

Until Desmond flashed the right amount of money, of course.

Desmond manages to stay under the radar by being part of the upper echelon.

An eccentric foreigner who helps the poor and sick out of the goodness of his heart.

Or… because he apparently believes that the way to heaven is through good will and not… paying the clergy.

Desmond knows that being seen as completely good is a bad thing as well so he lets rumors spread that he’s an opportunist who heals the sick and protects the weak to receive their loyalty. He gives them salary to become his guards (not that he needs any) and people whisper how loyal the poor are to someone who gives them bread.

And to hammer in that “no, Ezio, I am absolutely not connected to the Templars BUT I’m also not going to be a good ally, just leave me alone!” plan he has, he becomes a patron of the art.

Sexually progressive art.

The church hates him but tolerates him because Desmond does ‘donate’ (jokes on them, he donates what he stole from the church) and the artists love him because he commissions stuff with the same thing over and over again “whatever you want to paint/sculpt/work on but I want the Borgia men getting fucked in the ass while Lucrezia Borgia watches”

He’s not rich enough to actually be a threat (especially after Ezio starts wrecking shit up) and he keeps to himself most of the time.

But, of course, life always has it out for Desmond and he comes face to face with a wounded recruit at the edge of his property and…

Well…

He only wanted to heal him then send him on his merry way.

He didn’t expect Ezio to come barging in thinking said recruit has been kidnapped by the eccentric ‘possibly sexual deviant’ Lord Miles.

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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fancyfeathers · 7 months ago

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Requested in messages by @elvabeth

A scenario that lets say all the darlings were in the JL watchtower by themselves cause of some world ending event. The tower is on lockdown (courtesy of batman) to prevent them from escaping. Unfortunately, while the JL are at the other side of the planet or something, the watchtower ends up being attacked by aliens, robots, armed goons or all of them and the darlings can't escape. Doors to the outside are locked. The windows are barred or stuff Ps luthor is responsible Or some sort of high end terrorist group That wants to bring down the Justice League The worst part is that even when the darlings made to the backdoor or secret door whatnot, they can't leave cause of their shock bracelets. Plus the communication system in the tower have been hacked so they can't call for help. Worst part, the Justice league aren't aware of this until after they're done with their mission when Barry can't reach his darling's phone. But when they get there, The watchtower is in shambles and they meet this kind of scene

Minus the dead people The shock bracelets are on the floor soaked in blood but their darlings are no where to be found How will they take this and what's the aftermath Sorry it's so long Ps Hal's darling is paralyzed here

Yandere!Justice League AU Masterlist

Not including Diana’s and Arthur’s darling because I covered why they would not be in the Watchtower or the Hall of Justice here

TW// Very Slight Ableism, Miscarriage, Traumatic Injuries, Loss of Body Parts

It would have been an extremely dangerous incident, the level of Doomsday, in order for everyone to leave. Hell, normally Bruce leaves his darling back at the manor but he has no idea of when he would be returning.

Their one mistake was choosing to leave their darlings in the Hall of Justice instead of the Watchtower, it would be easier to get them all out on the ground if something went wrong.

The Hall of Justice was locked up so tight so that even a drop of sunlight would not even get in, or even oxygen from the outside, but the hall is big enough that they do not even have to worry suffocating.

At first the quiet and person space is nice for a change, especially for Hal’s darling since when he is there he practically never lets her move about on her own, she honestly misses those days as a detective more than anything, but then… she had her accident not too long ago.

Clark’s darling is really just happy to be around other people, it somewhat helps break the perfect family delusion he has made, a darling who is pregnant with his child. It reminds her of who she used to be before all of this occurred.

Barry’s darling is in the same boat as Clark, albeit a tad less delusional, at least lucid enough to know his darling does not want any children… yet, at least. Barry being Barry, I don’t think he can go complete no contact with his darling, so he lets her have phone which has one of those network monitors, so practically all she can do is text and call Barry and whoever else he lets her have contact with. So every few hours he calls up his darling to check up on her, and she does not even have the choice to hang up or ignore it because he has a setting to answer on her behalf, benign all happy and cheerful on the phone, asking how she’s been and having Batman yelling at him to put the damn phone down.

Both Oliver Queen’s and Bruce Wayne’s darlings is just kind of indifferent to it all, it does change any of their circumstances in the long run. Then thanks to Bruce none of them will even have the chance to get out of there, you know those ankle bracelets that people wear on house arrest? Ya turn that up to eleven, pulse, mics, precision point accurate tracking, and a small shock to keep them in line and out of forbidden areas. Though a few won’t let their darlings have this on, because what if something goes wrong or what if it malfunctions and it hurts them? This is namely Clark (because he can always have eyes, or ears rather, on his darling at all times), Hal (his darling was stabbed in the back, literally, when she was a detective and is paralyzed from the waist down, like hell he is going to let something go wrong and fuck her up and hurt her even more), and then Kyle just doesn’t like the vibe of it all.

Kyle Rayner’s and John Stewart’s darlings are just kinda all used to it at this point, with the things they have heard about from the Green Lanterns it’s normally just a question if they should be not worried, slightly worried, or very worried and normally this means how much they need to bunker down. When Hal’s darling comes along they just kinda form a group with how much they get tossed around from place to place for their own protection while they are away.

Then there is just J’onn J’onnes’ darling, who I see being in more of an aroace relationship with him, she is just over everything, literally nothing bothers her because well she does not have no more privacy of her own mind. Like while everyone else is slightly scared or when members of the League are leaving their darlings there, she is just sitting in an armchair, reading her book, completely unbothered by what is happening even when she gets one of Bruce’s cuffs on her ankle.

Now onto the interesting bit of things, it’s one of the nights when they are all alone, they had just finished cleaning up from dinner and everyone is settling down for the night, all of them going off and doing their own things.

And things certainly go wrong in the night.

…

When the Justice League returns they certainly do not expect what they see…

Everything is in ruins…

Blood lining the walls…

The cuffs on the ground and-

Oh god that is an arm.

The footage was bugged so they cannot even look back to see what happened, the power was cut which made everything a complete blackout.

Bruce would barely be able to track anything if it was not for the last security measure he put in place, a chip in his darling’s neck so he could track her if anything went wrong.

While everyone else is arguing about what to do, Bruce and Clark have already figured out their location, though Bruce is much more put together than Clark is.

The Superman looks mortified, just standing there in shock and staring down at the ground.

“There is only one heartbeat…”

Their unborn child never got to see life because of what happened.

It was some mass terrorist organization who the Justice League had bumped heads with before. They saw an opportunity and took it, god knows how they got the information but if they were able to hack the system of the Hall of Justice then they really should not be surprised.

They can’t kill…

But they have to rescue them first…

And then shut down what’s going on.

The Green Lanterns will get to the darlings first, use their constructs to stabilize whatever happened to them, Clark’s darling is a priority since a miscarriage can be deadly, so is Hal’s darling due to her condition, along then with whoever lost the arm. The others will clear the way and-

When they find them all they are a complete mess…

Serious lacerations on every single one of them.

Hal’s darling was clearly thrown against the wall when they arrived and she clearly had head damage and was laying in her own blood that she could not even push herself out of due to the injured state of her arms and the uselessness of her legs.

Serious damage to the left eye of Barry’s darling, cut by some sort of rusted weapon.

Kyle’s darling had broken her right ankle and left leg, along with a huge gash on her upper back. John’s darling was looking after her as the best she can with a broken foot.

Oliver’s darling is the one with the missing arm, clean sliced off along with a punctured lung and in a state of unconsciousness while Bruce’s darling looks after her since she was lucky to get off with only a sprained ankle.

Then there was Clark’s darling, a complete mess, head trauma, broken ribs, and a miscarriage causing her to bleed out. Similar to the previous, J’onn J’onnes’ darling was in well enough condition to take care of her, just enough to stabilize her.

When everything is said and done and they are safe again, there is a heavy bitterness in the air.

The kidnapped them saying that they were keeping them safe…

Hal’s darling entered a coma from her head injuries after being rescued and has not woken up yet after her surgeries.

Barry’s darling had to get her eye removed in order to prevent infection, and then minor damage to the other eye.

Kyle’s darling can’t move out of the awkward position the doctors put her in on her side, so she doesn’t put pressure on the gash on her back or the shattered leg with a metal pole in her leg because of it.

John’s darling is one of the lucky few with only a boot and crutches for a few weeks.

Oliver’s darling had gone into surgery after surgery for her injuries, her arm and lung getting her placed in severe intensive care for at least a few months.

Clark’s darling is in a state of pure emotional distress along with her injuries, her head having been braced and stitched up after a surgeries to take care of her head damage and her… her miscarriage.

Clark is just as much in a state of distress as his darling over her injuries and the fact that he was supposed to protect her and their child and now one of them is dead and the other has injuries she will never fully recover from.

J’onn’s darling and Bruce’s darling are far more focused in looking after the others since they are far more healthy than the others. They visit them all in the medical wing, Bruce’s darling leaving flowers at their bedside, J’onn’s darling reading to them (I think she would be a librarian before all of this), and either of them sitting with Hal’s darling while she is in her current state along with Oliver’s darling who is in recovery.

All of them are in extremely pain emotionally and physically, they were kidnapped, told it was to keep them safe and for their own good, and now one of them is in a coma after she was paralyzed a number of months prior, another is missing an arm along with extremely brain trauma, one of them is missing an eye along with being now legally blind in the other, and one of them is now dealing with the loss of a child.

God when Hal’s darling wakes up she will be having a field day when she was right all along.

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In a Lovesick AU, where yanderes are a known part of society, and darlings/bbys are as well, working like A/B/O with being a gender... Imagine Reader hides they're a bby.

They're this random teen or young adult who is tired constantly, does side jobs amd odd tasks to earn money, drinks coffee and sugar to stay awake and alert, and struggles to function amongst others. Reader is able to pass themself off as a yandere, just barely, due to having OCD and using that as a shield between anyone who suspects them. Reader is friends with the teens, and does their best to get along with the adults, as well as most of the school and it's students and faculty. This leads to Reader being well-liked by most, who have a respect for them, someone who seems to try and help others and has no hidden agenda, and someone who respects boundaries, and who leave everyone to their own devices...

What Reader doesn't know is this leads the yanderes and yanlings (baby/kid/teen/young adult yanderes) to really want their friendship and advice. Reader seems to know how to please others and is pretty chill, so why not try to befriend them or have them on their side? They think Reader is a pretty chill yandere, a surprise to almost everyone who meets them. Reader is funny, kind, smart, and obsesses over cute or odd topics! They'd be a lucky person to have! Except... they aren't a darling or bby. And no one can exactly touch them or make a move without getting into legal trouble unless Reader is okay with it (because they're registered as a yanling) or if they were a bby... If they were a bby, they'd have to have a yandere, or some support system, as yanderes protect darlings and bbys, they're meant to do that, they're supposed to he strong and caring and steadfast, not swerving or rejecting them, or letting anyone mess with their bby... And darlings are loving, caring beings, who give love and bring hope and provide care and comfort... Wars were started in ancient times over darlings... They're rare, usually being hidden away or dying early on, due to their diffent biology and pheromones and needs than yanderes...

Reader likes their odd friends and the school and their friends' strange mentors, but always always a distance between themself and everyone. They know they're different, they know others wouldn't let them be on their own if they knew the truth, and so many people could hurt them or abuse them or experiment on them if they found out... It keeps Reader up at night, it fuels their paranoia, it makes them add extra locks to their doors and windows and set up traps if they had a nightmare... They want connection, to have family, to be loved... darlings need that, so badly... it's why so many die, because they don't get enough, or they end up in horrible situations so young, and they simply wither away, dying... Reader couldn't stand that to happen to them. Couldn't stand to become a shell of themself. So they hide, they keep scent blockers so mutants, who have heightened senses, can't detect anything different about them. Reader even hones their mutation in secret, no matter how good or bad, controlled or destructive, they are, so they can defend themself if worst comes to worst...

It all goes to H*ll when an accident happens, perhaps a fight or getting wounded or just being caught unaware, and now the platonic yans, at least a handful, know what Reader is. And they're... shocked. Elated. Worried. Their friend or kids' friend is a bby... They've been on their own. With no yandere. No help. And they're still alive? It's a rough night for them, as they struggle struggle what to do. They can't leave Reader like that. It wouldn't be right, would it? Bbys need more love and care than yanderes, needing someone to keep giving it, constantly... Without it, they tend to get sickly, or go insane, or die... And if that happened to Reader, they wouldn't forgive themselves...

It's not much of a choice to them. They tell their team, they possibly alert the other group, and devise a way to get Reader to join them. If they can manage, they want Reader to join willingly. If not, they'd have to kidnap them or force them to stay, which could harm them or damage their trust and their instincts. They know Reader is now scared of them, even if they brush it off or try to hide it. Reader says they're fine, but they know they aren't. They see them being more alert, more wary. They see how they are more deceptive, more careful, with what they say and do. They even seem to be thinking of leaving, or hiding themself... And that behavior won't help them, or make anything easier.

They have a plan, they just need to hope Reader doesn't catch on untik they're finally somewhere safe, preferably where they can do a check-up and figure out what they need to feel better and accept them as their family...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #💔Lovesick AU

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bwobgames · 2 months ago

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They get inside and arrange sleeping partners.

Of course, the couples couple up.

Marigold and Nina get to their room

“Is it comfy?”

“Yessssss”

“Hehe, seems like we’ll actually get to relax this time”

“I could fall asleep right here… But the train experience…”

“We can sleep later, let’s have fun! In a calm pace”

“Well, what should we do? Look at the scenery pass by? Crochet?”

“Hmm…”

A fun expression passes her face

“You should be bad.”

“Oh? Should I?”

“You should be bad!!”

“Nina, we’re in a mission. The hunt of the season”

“Let’s snatch their wine”

“Ehehehe”

Talking to Nina always makes her feel younger. As if they were still college students with small responsibilities.

As if they never grew old.

As if life didn’t get in the way.

But enough of that, there’s wine to snatch.

She enters the eating area

The objective has been located, behind a devious guard. What riddles will she have to solve?

“Excuse me, can we take these?”

“Of course.”

Fool. Now they are gonna take it! AND drink it!

“And these?”

“You can take any”

He doesn’t suspect a thing

“Here here, it’s the fruit one that you like”

“Oh! It’s been a while! since I had this”

To imagine that smile was erased for so long. And Mari has no one to blame but herself.

Well. There’s someone else to blame but she’d rather not speak ill of the dead. It’s not worth her time.

She finishes her cup in one go. She can feel it in her system.

She used to be able to down coffee, beer and energy drinks like there was no tomorrow, but these days alcohol hits heavier.

Like her knees.

And back.

And various other articulations.

Sadly, for those parts, a good song just came up in her head and has injected rhythm in her blood.

“Careful with your dress!”

“We’re in vacation! Dresses don’t get stained!”

“Say that to you tailor!”

“I’ll tell him to shove it!”

“What are you even dancing to?”

“Beethoven symphony number 5”

“Really?”

“No, it was Footloose”

“Hahaha!”

She moves in a manner that would terrorize her ballet teacher. He can shove it too.

Oh right! The wine! Happiness should be shared.

“Let’s share this”

That detective is no lightweight, he’d give this drink good use.

They go back to where everyone is and have yet another cup, this time in cheerful chorus.

Until Vivi arrives with the latest news: New people are here!

A group of young adults, possibly university students. The type to hitchhike across the country.

Part of her always wondered how that would be, but she’s too used to the comforts of modern transportation and housing to brave it out in nature.

…If she were to be in an abandoned island, would she survive? Her spirit is too strong to give up, but her skills just aren’t enough. She knows nothing of that life.

Oh well. That’s not going to happen, so she shouldn’t worry.

Huh. For an objectively relaxing trip, she sure has a lot of weird things coming to mind.

One of them is the word “haunted”.

Oliver and Ángel explained it. She’s a bit… sad, that Nadia didn’t trust her with this. She said it was to not worry her, but Marigold is her mother! Worrying is what she’s here for!

He’s lucky she never found him at the house. She would’ve given him the talk of a lifetime.

Also killed him, maybe.

Anyways, train is haunted? Yeah, right. She can’t help but admire the publicity stunt, but these kids are taking it too seriously.

Great accidents, ghosts, otherworldly monsters, they’re still too young to understand where the true horror lies.

A heart full of greed.

He says her piece and leaves; she has no time for bedtime stories.

It seems that Nina decided to hang around for a bit, probably to talk about the glasses girl.

Even as much as everyone has tried, no one can truly cure Nina’s heart.

And she highly doubts if His ghost appears it would make it any better.

She walks until she remembers that she doesn't have to go anywhere

Wineless and Wifeless, she sets a new objective.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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Charge Sheet: Frank Castle x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @lamaudite @a-noni-love @oh-no-thank-u @pleasurebuttonwrites

Companion piece to:

The Day We Met - Frank reflects on the path the relationship has taken.

Slow - You and Frank share a moment in the aftermath of your attack.

Angel (NSFW) - Frank has always called you his angel.

Rough (NSFW) - Sometimes you need it a little rough from Frank.

My Girl - Frank gets pissed when he sees you're injured.

Saint Michael - Frank returns a precious gift.

Black Ice Series:

Part One: Black Ice - Frank rushes home after hearing you've been in a car accident.

Part Two: Ice Pack (NSFW) - Frank loves you for the first time in months.

Part Three: Check In - You don't respond well to Frank checking in.

Daybreak - Frank finds it hard to let go of old habits.

Frank has a problem, it comes in the form of 5’4 Homicide Detective that’s just locked his ass up in the drunk tank because he was ‘interfering’ in her investigation. The thing is you warned him about this shit, about chasing your leads, scaring your C.I’s and Frank, he didn’t listen because he’s a stubborn asshole. When he sinks his teeth into something, he’s a dog with a bone, he doesn’t let go and neither do you.

He rubs his palm across his smarting cheek, the one with the gravel still embedded in it. You’re a vengeful little thing when your pissed off, his spine can attest to that from the knee you planted in his back before you cuffed him.

Nobody gets the drop on The Punisher, no one except for his scrappy little cop from Queens. He both loves it and hates it.

“What are you writing on the charge sheet?” He calls from behind the bars of his cell as you fill out his details on a clipboard because the system is down for the third time this month.

“Unrepentant asshole.” You respond and he has to give you that.

“We really gonna do this Neve?” He mutters, grasping the bars between his hands and giving them a light shake, testing their durability.

“Sergeant Rains.” You correct him, focused on the paperwork in front of you. “You lost first name privileges when you started fucking around in my crime scene.”

He pulls on the bars even harder, rattling them to get your attention. You tilt your head towards him and he can see that fire burning in your eyes, the one he fell in love with.

“Keep testing me Castle and I’ll put you with the Saint Paddy’s day assholes, the ones that are spewing green beer and God knows what else.”

As if on cue the sound of heaving erupts from the opposite cell, followed by the spatter of vomit on concrete. Frank backs away from the bars and sits on the edge of his bunk, his gaze still fixed on you.

“Good boy.” You murmur, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile as you return to the charge forms and Frank bites his bottom lip so hard he tastes blood because it this situation, it shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does.

“You gonna at least show me the crime scene report?” He asks, watching you sign the documentation before you set it on the Duty Sergeant’s desk for his return.

“That depends.” You tell him as you approach his cell and he raises to his feet to meet you at the bars.

“On what?” He murmurs as you stand within reaching distance. His fingers hook the belt loop of your jeans, drawing you into his proximity so that the only thing keeping you apart is the bars.

“On how apologetic you are when you climb through my window tomorrow morning.” You inform him and he tilts his head, giving you that FFS expression of his.

“You’re really gonna leave me here?” He riles, running a hand through his dark hair in exasperation. “I could be out on the streets helping you-”

“I was doing this job long before you Frank, I’ll be doing the job long after too.”

Those words, they fucking eviscerate him. You know it too from the savage expression on your face as you pull away, his fingers slipping from the belt loop. That’s another thing that’s on him, he’s made it clear to you that his presence in your life is temporary, that you shouldn’t expect a damn thing from him.

“Good luck tonight Castle.” You say with a two fingered salute as the guy in the cell across from him tosses his cookies again. “You’re gonna need it.”

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dakusan · 24 days ago

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Hiii!!! Holy hell I love your Vampire!SKZ Lore ❤️❤️. I come back to reread everything when I get bored (I need help, I'm addicted. Maybe rehab or a psych ward lmao). I read your answer to that anon who asked about Vamp!Channie's baby (and it got me giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl w/ a crush). Now it got me thinking, can vampires have kids? Especially with humans? Or do they need to be turned into vampires? I've read a few stories here and there (read: Wattpad), and one said, yes humans can; other one said, humans can't. So now I don't know what to think. From what I think, I don't believe that vampires can actually have kids. Especially not the turned ones. Maybe abnormals can but not turned ones (idk what to think about the normals). I mean, if you get turned, you practically become an undead; you die and then you get reanimated. If you die, all your organs die too and that includes your reproductive system. Do vampires even have DNA? 🤔🤔 And if they can, who do you think would be the best dad? And who would end up as girl-dads, attending tea parties and getting stickers put on their faces or maybe boy-dads who just end up troubling their mother? Sorry I rambled 😅😅 I just had an entire overthinking sesh before asking you. This was a lurking question I had ever since reading about vampires (can you tell I've lost precious sleep over this?) -XOXO (P.s.: If you don't already have a 🌹 anon, can I take it? If not, can you suggest one? Love ya! And keep sinning to turn us into sinners ❤️❤️)

WELCOME, 🌹ANON. You may now consider yourself officially rose-branded and kissed by crimson chaos

Now onto your deliciously feral question:

Can vampires have kids? Especially with humans? What happens? Do they need to be turned? Do they even have DNA??

Let’s answer this scientifically, biologically, and with enough unhinged magic logic to make your bones ache.

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CAN VAMPIRES HAVE BABIES? (Blood Lore Edition: Science, Magic, & Soulmate-Sex™)

Short answer: YES — but only under specific conditions.

Long answer? Buckle the hell up.

✦ NORMAL VAMPIRES

Normals were either born vampires or turned so early their biology adapted. Their hearts still beat. Their blood still flows. They don’t rot—they evolve.

🌙 Reproduction? Possible. ❤️ But only with their soulmate. 🔗 The soulmate bond activates dormant fertility genes. 🧬 Normal vampire + Normal vampire = Normal baby 🧍‍♀️ Normal vampire + Human = Normal baby (in this pairing, the Normal gene is stronger)

Without the bond? No baby. The body rejects conception—it’s protective. They’re biologically immortal, so reproduction is a sacred rarity, not a necessity.

➤ Normal Vampires CAN reproduce if they’re bonded. No soulmate? No sperm that works.

✦ ABNORMAL VAMPIRES

These monsters are born, not turned. Their biology is an ancient mistake—too alive, too magic-charged, too hungry.

💥 They don’t just want to reproduce. ✨ They’re evolution's cheat code. 🧬 Abnormals are hyper fertile with their soulmate. 🔥 Their body detects a soulmate like prey — then rewires itself for reproduction. ⚠️ But it’s not easy: their offspring is dangerous from conception.

💣 THE BABY BOMB (Abnormal Pregnancy)

Especially with a human mate, this pregnancy is insane:

7–8 month gestation

In utero power surges

Maternal biology rewrite (immune system, hormones, magic sensitivity)

Psychic bonding during second trimester

Painful, near-deadly delivery

High likelihood of mutation if emotional sync is broken

Vampire dad must stay magically linked to human partner at all times — think: constant blood-sharing, dreamwalking, even psychic sex anchoring during later months. Otherwise, the fetus implodes the mother’s system by accident.

➤ Abnormal + Human = Abnormal baby. (pray you survive the birth.) ➤ Abnormal + Abnormal = Ultimate Abnormal baby.

✦ BLOODLINE MATH ✦

Let’s do the breakdown:

Abnormal + Abnormal = Abnormal Abnormal + Normal = Abnormal (abnormal gene is stronger) Abnormal + Human = Abnormal (abnormal gene is stronger) Normal + Normal = Normal Normal + Human = Normal (normal gene here is stronger)

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✦ THE SOULMATE BOND ✦

What is a soulmate in this universe? It's not just romance. It's not just sex. It’s a biological-mystical key that fits one lock only — you.

In this universe, a soulmate is the only person who can override a vampire’s monstrous core.

✦ HOW DOES A VAMPIRE KNOW THEY FOUND THEIR SOULMATE?

It hits like instinct + magic + a nervous breakdown:

Scent lock. They catch your scent once and it seizes their lungs.

Magic hum. Their powers pulse and pull toward you — shadows shift, blood reacts, magic flickers.

Blood response. First taste = psychic flash. It’s not just your flavour — it’s your entire emotional record.

Mirror effect. Their reflection clears in antique mirrors. Your presence calms their glitching.

Control snap. They either go completely feral or eerily still around you. Either way: they are not the same after.

Dreamwalk tangle. If they accidentally enter your dreams? They can’t leave. You anchor them even in the subconscious.

✦ THE BOND — STAGES OF CONNECTION

Stage I — The Pull 🩸 They feel you before they see you. Blood sings. Skin prickles. The world sharpens around your presence.

Stage II — The Bite 🩸 First bite = flood of memory + addiction + psychic lock. If the bond is real, they taste the future.

Stage III — The Imprint 🩸 After sex + bite combo? Your bodies sync. Your nervous systems link.

Stage IV — The Bond Burn 🩸 Separation = withdrawal.

Symptoms: insomnia, blood-lust surges, hallucinations, emotional instability, magic misfire.

Severe bonds? They physically weaken without you.

Stage V — The Lock (optional but irreversible) 🩸 If they drink from your heart (your chest, closest to your soul)? That’s it. They are bound to you until death. 🩸 No other blood will satisfy them. No other touch will soothe them. 🩸 And you? You’ll feel it when they’re in pain. When they’re angry. When they’re turned on.

✦ WHAT HAPPENS IF A VAMPIRE LOSES THEIR SOULMATE?

🩸 Normal Vampire? Breaks emotionally. Withers slowly. Becomes dangerous to themselves and others.

🩸 Abnormal Vampire? Unravels.

Magic surges out of control.

Rage states worsen.

Their reflections distort permanently.

Eventually, they either go feral or… self-destruct.

🕯️ There are entire rituals to try and anchor Abnormals after soulmate loss. None of them work.

TLDR

✨ Soulmates are biological + magical + emotional keystones. 🧬 They stabilize magic, trigger fertility, sync blood, link minds. 🩸 Vampires can’t fake it. Can’t force it. Can’t survive losing it. 🦢 Vampires soulmates are like the Swan Soulmate Theory (I believe it's real). If the mate dies, the other dies.

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✦ VAMPIRE DNA ✦

✦ THE BASELINE: VAMPIRES DON’T FOLLOW NORMAL BIOLOGY ✦

This is where the fun starts. Forget every biology textbook you’ve ever read—vampires don’t follow those rules. Their DNA is a mangled cocktail of ancient magic, bloodlust, and divine fuckery. Vampires are not born from natural processes. Nah, they’re rewritten—every damn time they’re turned.

Their biology? Shattered and remade by the hand of magic. Cells? Alive forever, but with an appetite for chaos. Forget functional cells. These motherfuckers regenerate until the world burns.

✦ NORMAL VAMPIRE DNA ✦

Regenerative Magic: Vampires don’t die—they rewrite the rules of mortality. Any injury? Gone in an instant. They don’t age like humans. Time doesn’t decay them. Their cells? They regenerate. They never die, and they never need to. It’s like the ultimate life hack. Rechargeable bodies that never quit.

Sanguimancy Code: Vampire blood is alive. It breathes. Every drop is magic-wrapped, written into their DNA. When they bite? They’re downloading your entire life—your trauma, your memories, your darkest moments. Blood becomes their memory bank. And when they drink? They sync with you. That’s how they control you. That’s how they own you.

Enhanced Senses & Speed: Vampires don’t just hear; they feel the sound of your heartbeat from across the room. They don’t just see; they see the world like a predator, like they were built to react faster than you can blink. Their instincts are a hunter’s, honed to perfection.

Feral Mode Trigger: The rage? It’s wired into them. One wrong move and they snap. Their rage is in their genes. Their DNA fires off with an animalistic need to destroy. Bloodlust triggers the beast, and once that floodgates open, there’s no stopping it.

✦ ABNORMAL VAMPIRE DNA ✦

Born to Break: Abnormals are born with too much magic. Their DNA doesn’t evolve in neat lines. Nah, it’s a chaotic mess of god-tier power and magical overload. Their bloodline is unstable—an unstable fusion of vampire and divine traits, constantly rewriting itself, constantly tearing apart what’s “normal” to evolve into something greater—and far deadlier.

Chimeric DNA: Their DNA is a mishmash of pure magic, woven together with chaotic energy. Think of it as nature's biggest fuck-up—a dangerous one. Their cells don’t play nice with the laws of biology. It’s volatile. Always seeking power. Always burning.

Soulmate Sync: Finding a soulmate isn’t just a choice. It’s destiny. Their bond hits harder than any other vampire’s. When they meet their soulmate? Their DNA reacts. It syncs. Their bloodlines fuse on a genetic level. Without that bond? Abnormals deteriorate. Their magic spirals out of control. If you’re their soulmate? You own them—body, blood, and soul.

Magic Overload: The more magic they use, the more they consume. Their DNA can’t keep up. They’re powered by chaos, but if they push it too far, their bodies start to break down. Too much power and their cells begin to disintegrate. The excess magic rips them apart from the inside. They’ll burn out, or they’ll enter full-on feral mode. Once they lose control? There’s no going back.

TLDR

Normals? 🤷‍♀️ They’re like human 2.0 but with superpowers, immortality, and magic blood. They can have babies but only if they find the right person (soulmate vibes, you know?). 👀

Abnormals? 🔥 They’re wild—born with way too much magic, chaos in their veins, and are basically too hot to handle. They need a soulmate or they’ll go feral and burn everything down.

Soulmates? 🩸 The only way to fix the mess of magic and rage inside them. They’re like a magic on/off switch. No soulmate? Yeah, they self-destruct or go full beast mode. 😬

Next generation? 💀🎉 Either a cute little disaster or chaos in a baby bottle. Either way, they're gonna ruin everything.

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🍼 BEST DADS 🍼

Let’s be honest. None of them are normal. But some of them are stupid in love.

Chan – Ultimate Girl Dad. He’s doing ponytails and patching scraped knees between running a vampire empire. Knows the baby's heartbeat from across the planet. Would kill ten people and cook you pasta before dinner. Tries not to cry during lullabies.

Minho – Pretends he’s chill but literally memorized seven parenting manuals. Talks to your belly every night. Baby copies his glare at six months. Teaches them martial arts and ballet. He's both a boy and girl dad.

Changbin – A complete girl dad, always a big softie. Will be seen spoiling his daughter with little gifts while flexing his muscles and being the proudest dad in the room. Doesn't hide his fierce love but keeps it sweet and grounded.

Hyunjin – Puts stickers on his face and speaks to the baby in poetry. Cries at every milestone. Makes fashion runways out of baby blankets. Will 100% possessively growl at anyone who touches you post-birth. Mostly a boy dad, but equally spoils his little girl.

Jisung – Girl dad through and through. Obsessed with his daughter to the point where he doesn’t let anyone else hold her. Cuddles, messy hair, and playing dress-up is his vibe. Always making her laugh with silly faces and quirky dances.

Felix – You just KNOW he’s teaching the toddler how to make brownies, his signature brownies. Calls you “Darling” and the baby “Little Star.” Probably coos in multiple languages. Softest girl dad, loving with an infectious energy.

Seungmin – Deadpan dad of the year. Builds baby-proof blood ritual charms at night in silence while you're sleeping. Refers to diaper changes as “combat rounds.” Softens so hard when the baby yawns near him. He's a girl dad through and through, gentle and protective.

Jeongin – A boy dad. Super protective and intense, with a deep love for his son. Doesn’t care about gender roles—he’ll be in the kitchen baking cookies or playing catch. He’ll make sure his son grows up knowing he’s everything.

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Thank you for the absolutely deranged ask, 🌹ANON — you cracked open a rabbit hole and I crawled in willingly, teeth bared and caffeinated. This answer took me like an hour??? I don't know... it felt longer than that.

If your brain is broken now? Good. Mine was first. 🩸

Seriously though — thank you for trusting me with your chaos. You fed me, you challenged me, and now we both live in this unholy blood-baby lore dimension together. No refunds. No survivors. Only fangs. 🖤🕯️

Stay hot, haunted, and hydrated

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