#Feel the glamour in pink 💖

[svt-luna]

ᡴꪫ ⋆ WEVERSE LIVE ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── 241012: Hello!

synopsis: Catch up with Luna on her Weverse live after their ‘Right Here’ opening concert in Goyang.

this live happens right after the ‘Right Here’ day 1 concert in Goyang so if you haven’t already, please read my one-shot Him and I before this so that you’d understand some of the references made 💖

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ weverse lives

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

Luna settled back on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she cradled her phone in one hand, waiting for her Weverse Live to connect.

The soft glow from the screen illuminated her face, highlighting the remnants of her stage makeup— subtle glitters dusted across her cheekbones and a touch of shimmer on her eyelids. Her hair was loosely tied in a messy bun, with a few stray wisps framing her face, though her bangs had been meticulously smoothed into place. She wore a soft pink hoodie, its oversized fit giving her a cozy, relaxed look, in contrast to the sharp-edged glamour of her stage presence just hours ago.

For a moment, Luna simply stared into the screen, her wide, doe-like eyes scanning the early comments that began trickling in. Her lips curved into a small, almost shy smile as she watched the viewer count steadily climb. She sat quietly, occasionally tilting her head and letting her gaze flicker down to read what fans were saying.

The sight of her, still aglow from the post-concert adrenaline but in the warmth of her home, created an air of intimacy that drew fans in.

“Hello,” she greeted softly, her voice gentle, almost a murmur, as if she were speaking to each fan individually. Her gaze shifted back and forth, her eyes following the flood of comments with an almost endearing attentiveness. “I’ll start once there are a few more people here,” she said, her voice calm and sweet as if she were inviting her fans into her living room.

She waved every so often, reading out the occasional fan comment with a quick, “Hello!” or “I love you too!” Her smile brightened as she leaned in closer to the screen, her face filling up more of the frame, making it feel like she was looking each fan in the eye.

The viewer count continued to soar, each passing second adding hundreds more viewers. Within moments, it hit ten thousand, and Luna’s eyes widened in soft amazement.

“Oh, wow! That was fast,” she murmured with a laugh, her hand coming up to cover her mouth briefly before she offered a small wave to the screen. “Hello, everyone! Thank you for joining me… I know it’s late.”

She glanced off to the side, as though checking the time herself, before looking back at her fans, a mixture of warmth and slight concern in her gaze. “I just thought I’d come on here for a little while. I won’t keep you for long, I promise,” she assured them, her voice gentle yet sincere.

“I know you all probably need sleep…” she continued with a soft chuckle, “and you should definitely sleep soon!” She leaned back, glancing at the comment section, watching the flood of messages pour in, her expression growing fonder by the second. “But I just wanted to chat a little. Tonight was…” She paused, a soft, almost dreamy look crossing her face as she searched for the right words, “…tonight was really special.”

Luna’s fingers gently brushed the edge of her phone as she glanced down at the comments flowing in, her eyes shining with warmth and gratitude. She took a deep breath, the residual energy from the concert still radiating from her. After a moment, she leaned in closer, her doe-like gaze fixating on the comments that flooded her screen.

“Did everyone have fun tonight?” she asked, her voice soft but brimming with enthusiasm. Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she awaited the responses, her fingers unconsciously tracing a pattern along the edge of her pink hoodie. Her gaze darted across the screen, reading each comment with genuine interest.

The responses came pouring in.

“It was amazing, Jiyeon! Thank you for an unforgettable night!”

“You guys really put your all into it! My voice is gone from cheering so much!”

“We had the best time ever! Thank you, Luna! You were beautiful!”

A soft laugh slipped from her lips as she read each comment, her eyes crinkling at the corners with delight. “Ah, thank you,” she murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’m so happy you all enjoyed it. We really worked hard for tonight… it was the first show of the tour, so we wanted to make it extra special for you all.”

Her voice grew tender, almost thoughtful, as she spoke. “It’s such a surreal feeling, you know? I’ve been doing this for years but it never gets old. Standing on that stage and seeing all of you cheering and waving your light sticks… it feels like a dream.”

She paused, her gaze softening as she seemed to replay the concert in her mind. “And even though we were missing a couple of special people tonight… we could still feel all the love and energy from each of you.”

Luna’s eyes returned to the comments, her smile growing wider as she browsed through more.

“‘Luna, you looked so pretty! I couldn’t take my eyes off you!’” She read before laughing, bringing her hand to her mouth as her cheeks flushed a light pink. “Oh, stop! You’re making me shy,” she replied, her voice playful yet sincere. “But thank you… it means so much to hear that from you all.”

“‘I loved the new songs! You guys totally killed it!’” Luna’s eyes lit up at that, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Thank you! We were so nervous about it… but seeing everyone’s reaction made it all worth it.” She leaned back slightly, letting out a contented sigh. “You guys give us so much strength. Really.”

As she continued to read through the comments, a gentle warmth seemed to settle over her, a comfort that only her fans could provide.

“Thank you so much to everyone who came tonight,” Luna said, her voice softening with emotion. “And to those of you who couldn’t be there in person but watched the livestream… we felt your love too.” She placed a hand over her heart, her expression sincere and full of gratitude. “Every single one of you made tonight possible. Thank you for supporting us, for cheering us on, and for being there through every high and low.”

Luna paused, her gaze still locked onto the screen as she took in the steady stream of love pouring in from her fans. Her voice grew even softer as she added, “We couldn’t do this without you, Carats. You mean everything to us.”

Luna grew quiet, her gaze fixed on the screen as she scrolled through the endless wave of comments. The faint reflection of her phone glimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes, her brows furrowing slightly as she read in silence. The room, save for the occasional faint rustle of her hoodie as she shifted, was still, a comforting contrast to the chaos of the concert just hours ago.

Her lips parted as though she were about to speak, but she hesitated, letting her thoughts simmer. Some comments stood out to her as she read.

“Tonight was unforgettable. Thank you, Luna, and thank you, SEVENTEEN!”

“I can’t believe I was there for the first concert of the tour. It was magical!”

“Did everything go okay with that little fire? I was so scared for everyone!”

“The fire during the show made my heart stop, but you all handled it so well. Are you okay?”

Her expression softened as she spotted the last two comments. Taking a deep breath, she tucked her knees up onto the chair and leaned forward slightly, her messy bun bobbing as she began to address the concern. “Oh, about the fire…” she said, her voice quieter but steady, her expression serious yet calm. “I saw some of you mentioning it just now.”

She adjusted her position slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. “First of all, let me just say… I’m so glad none of you were hurt. That’s the most important thing to me, to all of us.” Her voice carried a weight of sincerity, her usual lighthearted tone replaced with a calm resolve.

“We didn’t even realize what was happening at first,” she admitted, her brows drawing together slightly as she recalled the moment. “It wasn’t until our staff told us there was a small fire caused by a light fixture that we understood what was going on. Honestly, we were all worried. Even though the staff reassured us right away that it was small and under control… it was still a fire.”

Luna’s voice grew softer, her fingers absently toying with the edge of her hoodie sleeve. “Hearing something like that… it’s scary, you know? The thought that something could’ve gone wrong, that someone could’ve been hurt.” She paused, her eyes flickering back to the screen. “But our crew… they’re incredible. They acted so quickly and handled everything so professionally. I can’t thank them enough for making sure everyone was safe.”

She offered a small, grateful smile as she continued, “And you, Carats… thank you for staying calm and waiting patiently during the delay. I know it wasn’t easy, but your understanding means so much to us.” Her voice softened even further, almost like a whisper, “You all are so amazing, really.”

Her fingers reached up to adjust her bangs, smoothing them down as she exhaled deeply, as if releasing the lingering tension from the memory. “I’m just… really thankful that it wasn’t anything bigger. And I hope you know that your safety is always our top priority.”

The comments began flooding in again, filled with reassurances and love.

“You guys did amazing. No one blames you for the delay!”

“Thank you, Nana, for worrying about us. We’re okay, don’t worry!”

“You guys were literally fire that you set the stage a blaze!!!”

“The crew deserves an award. They handled it so well!”

Luna read each comment, her expression softening further, her shoulders relaxing as she soaked in the support. “Thank you, everyone,” she said quietly, her voice brimming with gratitude. “Really… thank you.”

Luna’s fingers gently tapped the edge of her phone as she read through the flood of comments streaming up her screen. The corners of her mouth lifted faintly as she scanned each line, her eyes sparkling with quiet amusement and fondness. She shifted slightly in her seat, adjusting her position as she focused on a new wave of fan messages.

“The show was amazing, Luna! What was your favorite song to perform tonight?”

“Will you come to Europe soon? We miss you!”

“Luna, which stop on the tour are you most excited about??”

“You were glowing tonight! Thank you for everything!”

Her gaze paused on the third comment, her head tilting slightly as she read it again. A small, thoughtful smile tugged at her lips before she glanced back up at the camera. “Hmm,” she murmured aloud, her voice soft but carrying a playful undertone. “‘Which stop on the tour are you most excited to go to?’”

Luna leaned forward slightly, her arms resting on her knees, and clasped her hands together as she spoke. “Honestly?” She paused, drawing out the word with a teasing tilt of her head. “I don’t think I can pick just one. I mean… it’s hard because every city, every country, has its own vibe, you know? Its own energy.”

Her voice grew more animated as she continued, gesturing lightly with her hands. “Like, one place might feel super lively and loud, while another feels more intimate and warm. They’re all so different but in the best way possible. I think that’s what makes touring so exciting for me.”

Her eyes flickered back down to the comments, briefly scanning them before continuing. “I’m just really excited to perform and to travel in general. Meeting Carats in person, seeing their smiles, hearing their cheers— it’s something that never gets old.” She paused, her gaze softening, and added, “You guys make every city feel special.”

The comments began to flood in again, and her fans responded to her answer with enthusiasm.

“We can’t wait to see you, Luna!”

“Please rest well when you can during the tour!”

“That’s such a Luna answer! We love you!!”

“I hope you feel all of our love no matter where you go!”

Luna chuckled softly, her laugh warm and light as she read the messages. “Ah, you guys are too sweet,” she said, her tone affectionate. “And don’t worry, we’ll make sure to rest whenever we can. The members and I know how important it is to take care of ourselves so we can give you our best on stage.”

She glanced back at the camera, her smile widening. “But seriously, I can’t wait to see you all, no matter where you are. Whether you’re at the concert in person or watching the livestream, just know that we feel your love. And I hope you can feel ours too.”

Luna’s fingers lightly drummed on the table as she leaned forward to get a closer look at the scrolling comments, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to catch specific ones before they disappeared. One, in particular, caught her attention, making her lips curve into a bright, genuine smile.

“Your makeup tonight made you look like a fairy princess!”

Her laughter spilled out, soft and melodic, as she pressed her hands together in delight. “A fairy princess? That’s so sweet!” she exclaimed, her cheeks visibly glowing under the stage makeup she still wore. “Thank you so much for saying that. Honestly, I’ll never get tired of hearing things like this— you guys are so cute. You guys always know how to make me feel special.”

She straightened up a little, her tone turning more animated as she continued. “You know, this is another thing I absolutely love about concerts and my job in general— the dressing up part! Getting to wear gorgeous outfits, experimenting with makeup, and feeling like a different version of myself on stage? It’s so much fun.”

Pausing, Luna giggled, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. “You might not believe this, but I’m actually the girliest girl you’d ever meet. Like, I genuinely get so excited about sparkles, glitter, pretty clothes, and all those things.” She leaned closer to the camera, pointing to the glitter and tiny gems decorating the corners of her eyes. “Look at this!” she said with an amused grin. “My stylists always go all out to make me look pretty for you guys. Don’t you think they’re amazing?”

“They are doing Gods work, Jiyeonie!”

“Your stylists deserve a raise fr.”

“The prettiest with it without makeup.”

“Where do I apply? I don’t know anything about makeup but I’d apply for you, Bae Jiyeon.”

Her doe eyes lit up as she giggled again. “But,” she added with a laugh, “I really do need to remove all of this soon. My skin will yell at me if I keep it on too long.”

Luna tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she explained, “Honestly, I came straight on here to talk to you guys because I was just so excited. I mean, how could I not be? The concert, seeing all of you, and now getting to chat with you— how could I wait?” She laughed, resting her chin in her hand. “But yeah, lowkey… I was also too lazy to take my makeup off first.”

The comments flooded in again.

“Noooo, keep it on for a few minutes. You look so pretty, my fairy princess!”

“Girl, go cleanse your face before you regret it!”

“Relatable! I’m always too tired to remove my makeup after a big day.”

Luna laughed again as she scanned the responses. “Should I take it off now?” she mused aloud, her expression playful. “What do you think? Should I stay like this or just… remove everything right here?”

The fans were quick to chime in.

“Yes! Take it off live!”

“Let’s see the bare-faced Luna!”

“Do it! We’ll wait for you!”

“Okay, okay,” she finally said, laughing and holding her hands up as if surrendering. “I’ll remove it now. Just wait for a few seconds while I grab my makeup remover and stuff from the bathroom.”

She stood up, adjusting her pink hoodie as she turned toward the door. “Don’t go anywhere, okay? I’ll be right back!” She gave the camera a playful wave before disappearing out of frame, the sound of her light footsteps trailing off as she made her way to the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled Luna’s ears as she stepped into the bathroom, its faint echo bouncing off the pristine marble walls. The large space was immaculate, illuminated by warm, ambient lighting that reflected off the mirrors and polished surfaces.

On the far side of the room, behind the frosted glass divider, the shower ran steadily, steam curling upward and blurring the glass. The faint outline of Jeonghan’s form moved within, his arms lifting to rinse his hair under the stream of water.

Luna hummed softly to herself, busying her hands as she grabbed her makeup remover, cotton pads, and a few skincare products from the countertop. Her mind wandered briefly to the live she had left running, thinking of the fans who were probably speculating about what she was doing off-camera. She pulled open a drawer, rummaging for her cleanser when the sound of the shower abruptly stopped, the whooshing of water replaced by the soft rustle of Jeonghan grabbing his towel.

“Nana-ya,” came Jeonghan’s voice, sing-song and playful, breaking through her thoughts.

Luna paused, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she glanced over her shoulder toward the divider. “Hmm?” she replied, her tone distracted as she continued sorting through her things. “Don’t be too loud,” she warned gently, her voice light but firm. “I’m live.”

Jeonghan hummed in acknowledgment, his voice muffled as he dried himself. “I know,” he replied casually, his usual laziness evident in his tone.

Luna returned to her task, carefully arranging her products in front of her. The faint rustling behind her signaled that Jeonghan was getting dressed, though she didn’t turn around. Her focus was on the small pile she had made on the counter, ensuring she had everything she needed before returning to her livestream.

A few moments later, she felt a familiar presence behind her, warm and comforting. Jeonghan’s arms slid around her waist, pulling her gently against him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. His damp hair brushed against her skin, and she laughed softly, the sound a mixture of affection and exasperation.

“Yoon Jeonghan,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly as he moved to kiss the side of her neck. His hold tightened slightly, his actions unhurried, deliberate— his way of silently demanding her attention.

“You’re being clingy,” she teased, though her tone lacked any real reprimand.

Jeonghan rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I just missed you,” he said, his words carrying a soft smile.

Luna chuckled, reaching up to play with the damp strands of his hair. “I won’t be long, I promise,” she said softly, referring to the livestream she was about to return to.

Jeonghan shook his head, his hair brushing lightly against her fingers. “It’s alright, my pretty moon,” he replied, his tone easy and understanding. He pressed a quick kiss to her temple before patting her stomach lightly. “Go. Don’t keep them waiting.”

Turning slightly, Luna placed a soft kiss on his lips, lingering just enough to convey her gratitude before pulling away. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her smile warm.

Jeonghan’s lazy smirk returned as he stepped back, giving her space to move. “Don’t make too much noise,” she reminded him once again, her tone a mix of amusement and caution.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jeonghan drawled, his voice dripping with playful laziness as he moved to the other side of the bathroom.

Luna couldn’t help but shake her head, her smile widening as she turned her attention back to the counter. Her thoughts wandered briefly as she gathered her things.

She had been extra cautious during the livestream, mindful of the fact that her fans were already aware of her living situation with Jeonghan. Ever since their five-year relationship and engagement had been confirmed, there had been no shortage of curiosity from fans. And while they had chosen to share parts of their lives with the public, she preferred to keep certain moments— like Jeonghan’s presence during his military enlistment— out of the spotlight.

Jeonghan’s enlistment was still fresh, and though he was serving alternative duty due to his injury, he was technically inactive. Being seen in her livestream wasn’t ideal, especially with so much attention already on them as a couple.

It wasn’t about hiding— just protecting the bits of privacy they had left.

With a soft sigh, Luna turned on her heel, her arms full of skincare essentials as she left the bathroom and walked back toward the table. The phone, still perched where she had left it, lit up with the stream of comments waiting for her return.

Luna settled back down into her seat, the plush cushions sinking slightly beneath her weight as she adjusted herself comfortably in front of her phone. Her face came into view, glowing softly under the warm lighting in the room. She propped her phone securely against a stack of books, angling it perfectly so that her fans could see her as she worked.

Carefully, she placed the assortment of skincare items she had been holding onto the table beside her. The camera caught the delicate sound of glass bottles softly clinking together.

“Sorry if I took a little long,” she said with an apologetic smile, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. Her voice carried the faintest hint of a laugh. “I have a lot of skincare stuff, okay? It’s part of the job,” she joked, giggling softly before sitting up straighter in her chair.

Of course, she tactfully left out the part about being momentarily distracted by her fiancé in the bathroom.

She picked up the makeup remover and unscrewed the cap with practiced ease, her slender fingers steady as she poured the liquid onto a cotton pad. Her movements were calm and deliberate, the small act of self-care grounding her as she turned her attention back to the comments rolling in on the screen.

One comment in English caught her eye, the bold text making her pause mid-motion:

“The set list was perfect, Jiyeon.”

Her lips curved into a smile as she leaned closer to the screen, reading the comment aloud in her soft British accent. “The setlist was perfect?” she echoed, her tone warm and grateful. “Oh, thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed it.”

As she began gently removing her makeup, her tone shifted into a conversational rhythm. “Honestly, putting together the setlist is one of the hardest parts of preparing for a concert,” she admitted, her words punctuated by the hum of the air conditioner. “All of us want to accommodate as many fan requests as possible— and of course, there’s the management’s input and what we, as a group, want to do. It’s like this big jigsaw puzzle where every piece needs to fit perfectly.”

She giggled softly as she lowered the cotton pad, now smudged with traces of glitter and foundation. “If we could, we’d perform our entire discography for you,” she said with a playful smile, her accent lilting slightly on the word entire. “But we’d probably be on stage for days. None of us would survive that, would we?” Her laughter bubbled up, light and infectious, and it was echoed by the steady stream of laughing emojis and “LOL” comments flooding the chat.

As Luna moved on to removing the makeup from her other cheek, she leaned forward once more to glance at the chat. A new comment stood out to her, written in bright, enthusiastic text:

”‘Ash’ was so exciting to see live for the first time!!!”

Her eyes lit up as she read it, her excitement evident in the way her posture straightened. “Ash! Oh my gosh,” she exclaimed, setting down the used cotton pad and moving her skincare bottles slightly to the side. “You don’t understand— ‘Ash’ has become one of my absolute favorite songs to perform. Like, it’s got this energy that just…” She trailed off, miming an explosion with her hands before laughing at herself. “I don’t know how to explain it— it’s just electric.”

Her voice grew more animated as she continued. “When we were rehearsing it for the first time, I remember thinking, ‘This is going to be so much fun to perform live.’ And seeing how much you guys loved it tonight? That just made it even better.” She placed her hands on her cheeks for a moment, a gesture of pure delight. “It’s honestly so cool that we can share these moments with you.”

Her face glowed with enthusiasm as she leaned forward, bringing herself closer to the camera. “I’m really glad you all enjoyed it. It’s one of those songs that feels special every time we perform it,” she added softly, her smile lingering as she sat back.

Luna’s fingers brushed gently against the table, reorganizing her skincare bottles as she scanned the comments quietly. One after another, compliments began flooding in, bright and direct:

“Barefaced Luna supremacy!”

“Unnie, your skin is perfect, how do you do it?”

“So natural and beautiful, no makeup needed at all!”

“She STILL looks like a fairy princess!!”

She bit her lip, a soft smile spreading across her face as her cheeks flushed lightly. Looking directly into the camera, she said shyly, “Ah, you’re all too kind. Thank you. I still think makeup helps a lot, but I really appreciate it.” Her voice softened, her humility evident in the way her hands briefly fluttered before resting on her lap.

She reached forward to adjust the camera slightly, all the while keeping her focus on the chat. Her eyes darted from one comment to the next, and for a few moments, the stream was filled with the rhythmic tapping of her nails against the table as she adjusted her posture.

But from the corner of her vision, she caught a glimpse of movement— subtle but distinct— near the doorway.

Jeonghan had quietly entered the room, his presence almost ghostlike as he walked behind the camera.

Luna’s heart gave a small, familiar skip, but she forced herself to keep her gaze locked on the screen in front of her. She knew the fans would pick up on even the smallest glance, and the last thing she wanted was to stir up more attention than there already was.

Still, Luna couldn’t resist.

Just once.

Her eyes flicked upward for the briefest of moments, only to meet the sight of Jeonghan settling lazily into the chair directly across from her. His posture was utterly relaxed, his back resting against the chair as his long legs stretched out in front of him. His damp, freshly washed hair clung slightly to his forehead, now brushed back enough to reveal his smooth features.

And though his expression was calm, his gaze never wavered, locked firmly on her with that familiar, mischievous glint that always made her stomach flip.

She snapped her eyes back to the screen immediately, pretending as though she hadn’t noticed a thing. Her fingers began fiddling with a nearby bottle as if that was the most important thing in the world at the moment.

A comment caught her attention, allowing her to refocus.

“I’ll be at the concert tomorrow for Day Two! So excited to see you all again!”

“Oh, really?” Luna said, her voice brightening. Her tone was natural, but there was an edge of determination in it— an effort to ignore the pair of eyes still glued to her.

“Are you excited? Because I’m really excited for Day Two! It’s going to be so much fun.” She laughed.

The comments lit up again, and Luna seized the opportunity to dive further into answering questions. “Are there any songs you’re looking forward to seeing live tomorrow?” she asked, leaning closer to the camera.

Her tone was curious, but inside, she was trying her best to block out the man sitting just behind the lens, clearly amused by her attempts to stay focused.

Jeonghan’s gaze didn’t falter, and she could feel it as surely as the warmth of the room. But Luna pressed on, scrolling through the chat and doing her best to give each question her full attention.

Luna’s eyes scanned the flood of comments until one stood out:

“‘Very Nice!’” She let out an immediate laugh, the sound filling the room as her shoulders shook. “Oh, of course!” she exclaimed, her tone playful and knowing. “It’s always that song, isn’t it?” Her grin widened as she leaned back slightly in her chair, a hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“You all love it so much, but honestly…” Her voice dropped into a deadpan tone as she delivered the punchline. “We could be eighty years old, wrinkly, barely able to dance, and ‘Very Nice’ would still be haunting us. I’m telling you, it’s going to outlive us all.”

The comments exploded in reaction, laughing emojis and playful agreements dominating the chat. Luna’s laugh softened as she reached for her phone to adjust its position slightly, but the subtle shift in movement caught her attention.

Jeonghan leaned forward now, elbows resting casually on his knees, his chin propped on one hand as he gazed at her. The way he was looking at her— it was soft, warm, and unguarded. His eyes practically sparkled with affection, and it was enough to make Luna’s heart stumble in her chest.

Her gaze snapped up involuntarily, caught like a deer in headlights. The moment she locked eyes with him, he didn’t even try to mask the adoration in his expression. His gaze was steady, unflinching, and so full of unspoken love that she couldn’t help but smile, just a little, before quickly looking back down at her phone.

Realization hit her almost instantly, and her lips parted slightly in a subtle, shocked bunny-like expression. She tried to play it off by busying herself with scrolling through the comments again, but Jeonghan’s silent, knowing laughter was unmistakable. The faint shake of his shoulders, the way his lips curved in amusement— it was clear he found her reaction absolutely endearing.

The fans, however, were far from oblivious. The comments swarmed with a wave of chaotic energy:

“Did you see that look?!?!”

“SOMEONE IS IN THAT ROOM!!”

“IT’S JEONGHAN, ISN’T IT?!”

“THE WAY YOU LOOKED!!! HEART EYES!!! WE SAW THAT, JIYEON.”

“OMG THIS IS WHY YOU’RE GLOWING!!!”

“JUST ADMIT IT, PLEASE!!”

“Your fiancé is THERE, isn’t he?”

Luna glanced through the barrage of comments, her laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. She covered her mouth for a moment, trying to regain her composure, but the amusement dancing in her eyes betrayed her.

Without addressing the questions directly, she instead clapped her hands lightly and leaned forward. “Okay, okay, but what other songs are you looking forward to tomorrow?” she asked, her tone overly enthusiastic as she skillfully dodged the topic.

Though there were answers—song titles like ‘Fear’, ‘Super’, and ‘Water’, appeared— most of the fans were far from fooled. The chat remained relentless, teasing her mercilessly:

“Nice distraction, unnie, but we KNOW.”

“My answer is ‘Fearless’ now answer me!! IS YOON JEONGHAN THERE?!”

“You can’t escape us!”

“Breath if Jeonghan is there!”

“STOP TRYING TO CHANGE THE TOPIC!”

“We’ll talk about the songs, but FIRST—JEONGHAN?”

Luna pressed her lips together, clearly holding back laughter as her shoulders shook. Her grin was bright and mischievous as she refused to indulge the speculations.

Instead, she focused on the few non-Jeonghan-related comments, answering thoughtfully. “Oh, ‘Candy’? That's one of our new songs,” she said, nodding. “It’s such an emotional song to perform live. I love seeing everyone sing along.”

But every now and then, despite her best efforts, her eyes would dart back to Jeonghan. He was still there, still watching her with an expression that was impossible to ignore.

To him, Luna might as well have been the only person in the world.

Jeonghan’s smirk grew every time she glanced his way as if he knew exactly what she was doing and found her attempts to stay composed utterly adorable.

The comments continued to spiral:

“Go end the live and hang out with your lover at this point.”

“Ma’am, we’re right here, but go ahead, live your love story. Who are we to get in between that?”

“TELL HANNIE THAT WE MISS HIM!!”

“The way she keeps sneaking looks back…we SEE you! She knows that right?!”

“Wow even without seeing him I just know y’all flirting… first at the concert earlier now this… CARATS WE ARE OFFICIALLY THIRD WHEELS!!”

Luna bit her lip, her grin widening as she pretended to focus solely on the questions about the concert. She was clearly enjoying the fans’ reactions, even as she tried her best to ignore the chaos surrounding her and Jeonghan.

Luna’s eyes flicked over the comments as they continued their playful chaos, her expression a mix of amusement and concentration. Then, amidst the sea of teasing remarks, one question caught her attention:

“Did you know Jeonghan was gonna be watching the show tonight?”

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head immediately. “No, I didn’t know,” she admitted, her voice light but laced with a hint of incredulity. “Apparently, the rest of the members knew. They kept it a secret from me for some reason. I think they wanted it to be a surprise.”

Her answer sent the chat into overdrive.

“THE REASON IS OBVIOUS, MISS THING!!!”

“HELLO?! YOU’RE HIS FIANCÉ, THAT’S WHY!”

“You know damn well they just wanted to see your reaction, Jiyeon, don’t even lie.”

“Because they know you’re his favorite person!!!”

“Couple things, I’m gonna cry now.”

Luna’s laughter bubbled up again as she silently read through the flurry of responses, her thumb scrolling idly across the screen. Her lips twitched into a softer smile as her gaze lingered on a calmer comment, one that shifted the tone slightly.

“Is it hard when not all the members are there?”

Luna exhaled softly, nodding to herself before answering. “Yes,” she said, her voice quieter now. “It’s hard. Not just for me but for everyone. We’re a family, and when even one person is missing, it feels… different. Like something’s off.” She paused, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the edge of her phone. “Jeonghan and Jun not being with us right now— it’s tough. But we’re all doing our best to make up for it. We’re working twice as hard to fill those gaps.”

Her smile faltered ever so slightly, the sadness creeping into her expression despite her best efforts. Her head dipped a fraction, her focus dropping back to the comments, but the emotion was unmistakable.

From his seat behind the camera, Jeonghan caught the subtle change immediately. Without hesitation, he pushed himself up from the chair, the soft creak of it barely audible in the quiet room. Luna didn’t look up, too focused on maintaining her composure as she scrolled through the comments, but the movement was impossible to ignore.

Jeonghan crossed the room silently, his footsteps deliberately light as he perched himself on the edge of the table directly in front of her, still out of frame. His presence was a comforting weight, grounding her, but it was the way he reached out beneath the table— his hand finding hers with practiced ease, his fingers intertwining with hers in a familiar, reassuring hold— that made her pause.

Luna’s gaze lifted, almost instinctively, meeting his. The sight of him so close, his expression tender and unspoken reassurance in his eyes, made her heart swell. Her lips curved into a small, genuine smile, one she didn’t bother to hide this time. Let the comments think about what they wanted.

The chat, however, was already spiraling.

“HAN MOVED CLOSER TO HER.”

“There was a shadow on her face just now!!!”

“That’s him. IT’S HIM.”

“DID YOU SEE HER SMILE?! THAT WASN’T FOR US.”

“ARE THEY HOLDING HANDS???”

One particularly eagle-eyed fan had even managed to catch a fleeting detail:

“Guys, I swear I saw her hand. And she’s holding someone else’s.”

“They are holding hands! Brb… just gonna cry…”

Luna’s gaze flickered back to the screen, her smile widening slightly as she read the comments. A fan’s message made her pause, the sincerity in their words standing out amidst the chaos.

“Unnie, tell Jeonghan we miss him so much.”

Luna tilted her head slightly, her thumb brushing across her fiancé’s in a subtle gesture beneath the table. She glanced up briefly, her smile warm but tinged with a hint of teasing as she addressed the comment. “He knows,” she said softly. “And he misses you all too.”

The simple acknowledgment was enough to send the chat into another frenzy. Luna let out a small laugh, her fingers tightening around Jeonghan’s hand beneath the table as she returned her attention to the fans.

For now, the moment was hers to cherish.

Luna lifted her free right hand absentmindedly, her fingers brushing through her dark hair in a practiced, fluid motion. The movement caused the loose sleeve of her oversized hoodie to slip slightly, revealing a delicate gold band bracelet around her wrist. The light from the room caught the polished surface, making it gleam faintly against her skin.

The comments lit up almost immediately, fans’ sharp eyes catching every detail.

“Wait, what’s that bracelet?!”

“Luna, WHERE did you get that?! I want one!”

“Is that new? I don’t remember seeing it before!”

Luna blinked down at the screen, her lips twitching upward into a slight, knowing smile. She read one particular comment aloud, her tone casual: “‘Where did you get that bracelet?’”

Her response was equally nonchalant as she leaned back slightly, resting her free elbow on the armrest. “Oh, this?” she said, holding her wrist up a little higher so the camera could catch it better. “It’s from Hannie.”

Her answer was simple, offhanded even, but it was enough to send the chat spiraling into chaos.

“I KNEW IT!!!”

“Oh you mean your FIANCÉ???!!!”

“OF COURSE IT’S FROM HIM, OMG.”

“He gave it to her?! When???”

One comment in particular caught her eye, making her brow quirk slightly in amusement. She read it aloud, a faint teasing lilt in her voice: “‘Did he give it to you before he started his service?’”

Luna shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. “No,” she replied simply, glancing down at the bracelet for a moment before continuing. “After the concert earlier.”

The explosion in the comments was immediate and, frankly, unhinged.

“AFTER THE CONCERT??? THE CONCERT TODAY?! THE ONE YOU JUST FINISHED!? THAT CONCERT!!?”

“HELLO?! HE GAVE IT TO HER TODAY?!”

“GOODBYE I–!!!???”

“HE SAW HER AND GAVE HER A GIFT AFTERWARDS, I’M SCREAMING.”

“LITERALLY, STOP. I CANNOT HANDLE THE TWO OF THEM ANYMORE.”

“THIS IS SO CUTE I’M GONNA CRY.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly as she scrolled through the flood of reactions, her thumb pausing briefly on one particularly dramatic comment before continuing. She didn’t say anything more about the bracelet, though; she simply let the fans draw their own conclusions, her expression calm but amused as the chat continued to buzz.

Luna stifled a small yawn, covering her mouth quickly with her free hand while her eyes flitted back to the comments, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

The thumb of Jeonghan’s hand, still firmly entwined with hers under the table, tapped against her skin lightly. The motion was subtle but deliberate, enough to make her glance up at him instinctively.

He was watching her, his gaze warm but resolute, and he gave a single, firm nod. That was all it took for her to understand.

He wanted her to rest now.

Luna’s lips parted slightly as she processed the silent request, but she nodded back in agreement, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. Turning her attention back to the screen, she gently started to ease the live session toward its conclusion.

“I think it’s time to wrap things up, my loves,” she said softly, her voice laced with warmth but tinged with exhaustion. “It’s getting late, and we all need to sleep and rest now, don’t you think?” Her eyes flitted across the comments, watching as the fans began to respond in real-time.

“NOOO DON’T LEAVE US!”

“But we’re having so much fun, mom!! Five more minutes!!”

“Rest well, Luna, we’ll miss you!”

“SHE’S RIGHT, GUYS, WE NEED TO SLEEP TOO. I LEGIT HAVE EXAMS TOMORROW.”

“See you tomorrow, Jiyeonie!”

She chuckled softly at the mix of playful protests and agreement. “I need to rest and prepare for day two of the concert tomorrow,” she continued, her tone playful but soothing. “And for those of you who are attending, you’ll need your energy too. We can’t have you falling asleep in the audience, can we?”

Her smile brightened as she read more comments streaming in.

“We could NEVER fall asleep at a SEVENTEEN concert!”

“I’LL HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY, DON’T WORRY!!”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep from excitement!”

“I’m so excited to see you tomorrow!”

Luna’s gaze softened at the outpouring of enthusiasm. “I’m excited to see all of you too,” she said sincerely. “I hope we can make some more amazing memories together tomorrow. Let’s make it another day to remember.” She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words, before adding, “I’ll try to go live again soon, okay? But for now, I hope all of you get a good night’s sleep.”

She leaned closer to the camera, raising her free hand to wave. “Goodnight, everyone,” she said, her voice tender. “Rest well. I’ll see you all tomorrow. I love you guys so much.”

For a few moments, she stayed on screen, waving repeatedly, her fingers curling and uncurling in an affectionate gesture. Then, grinning playfully, she blew a few kisses toward the camera, making exaggerated smooching sounds that had the chat in a frenzy.

“I’M CATCHING ALL THE KISSES.”

“Stop, you’re so cute, Bae Jiyeon.”

“GOODNIGHT, QUEEN!”

“I’ll dream of you tonight.”

“SEE YOU TOMORROW, LOVE YOU!!!”

Suddenly, a large hand entered the frame, its fingers splaying briefly in a casual wave beside hers.

Luna froze mid-wave, her eyes widening in surprise as her gaze darted up toward Jeonghan, who had leaned in slightly to wave at the camera himself. Her laugh came instantly, bright and uninhibited, as she covered her mouth with her free hand.

“Yah,” she scolded lightly, her tone affectionate as she looked up at him. He didn’t reply, just smiled at her, his expression filled with the same lazy charm he always carried, but his actions had clearly left their mark.

The comments erupted into chaos.

“THAT HAND!!!”

“YOON JEONGHAN!!!”

“IT’S JEONGHAN, I KNOW THAT HAND ANYWHERE!!!”

“STOP, THAT’S THE TEAM RING ON HIS PINKY. IT’S ACTUALLY HANNIE!!!”

“JEONGNA IS MAKING ME LOSE MY MIND.”

“GOODNIGHT, MOM AND DAD!”

“JEONGHAN WAVING GOODNIGHT HAS KILLED ME, GOODBYE WORLD.”

Luna glanced back at the comments, reading the reactions with a small, knowing smile. “Okay, okay, calm down,” she teased softly, but the warmth in her eyes betrayed her amusement. She looked back up at Jeonghan briefly, her gaze tender, before turning to the camera one last time. “Goodnight, everyone. Sleep well.”

With that, she pressed the button to end the live, her smile lingering as the screen dimmed. For a moment, the room was quiet save for the faint hum of the camera powering down. Luna turned back to Jeonghan, her expression melting into one of quiet gratitude.

“You’re impossible,” she murmured, her tone affectionate as she shook her head, but the smile playing on her lips said she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeonghan’s lips curved into that familiar mischievous smirk as he leaned forward to help Luna up from her seat. His hand lingered at her elbow, steadying her as she rose, before sliding casually around her shoulder.

The movement was effortless like it had been practiced a thousand times, and she instinctively leaned into him, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. His touch radiated warmth, grounding her in the moment as the exhaustion from the day finally began to settle in.

Together, they began walking toward their room, Jeonghan’s steps slow and deliberate, guiding her with an almost imperceptible care.

As they passed the dimly lit hallway, he tilted his head slightly, his smirk only growing as he remarked with a teasing lilt, “And with that, Luna and Jeonghan trend again for the hundredth time just this year alone.”

Luna let out a soft laugh, the sound light and airy as it slipped through the quiet space. She turned her head slightly, peeking up at him with mock disbelief. “You’re insane,” she murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and exhaustion.

Jeonghan’s response was immediate. Without missing a beat, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, the gesture both tender and deliberate. He lingered there for just a moment, letting his lips brush against her skin as if sealing away all the weariness that clung to her.

When he pulled back, his hand moved to her shoulders, gently turning her to face him. His dark eyes locked onto hers, the playful glint softening into something deeper, more intimate. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words.

Jeonghan’s voice broke the stillness, low and quiet but filled with certainty. “It’s my turn to have your attention now,” he said simply, the corners of his lips quirking up in a soft, confident smile.

The words hung in the air between them, and Luna felt her heart skip in response, his meaning clear without him needing to elaborate.

They were each others’ rest after all.

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[auras-moonstone]

Hi! Ursula I hope your day is great! I was wondering if you can do Jack champion x reader them watching the Barbie movie and them like having matching cute pink outfits and like them posting about it and the routine of them getting ready!

hii! love this request, i loved barbie!! btw can we appreciate how pretty jack looks in pink?? like 😫💕🥺😭💓🥹💖 i’m in love with that man

feel the glamour in pink — jack champion

word count: 1,376

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING JACK LOVED MORE THAN SEEING HIS GIRLFRIEND HAPPY. And he would do anything to make her feel like that. So, when Y/N asked him if he would be up to have matching pink outfits to go see the Barbie movie, he instantly grabbed his keys and led them to the mall.

“You know we don’t have to buy anything, right? I have pink clothes, and so do you” Y/N laughed as he dragged her towards a shop.

“We don’t have to, but I want to buy you a new outfit” Jack told her. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he pressed his lips against hers before she could mutter a word “I want to spoil my girl”.

Y/N blushed—something she always did when he called her ‘his girl’. “Okay, fine”

They spent a few minutes seeking for pink pieces of clothes until they made a few outfits. “Now go try them on for me”.

“Yes, sir” she teased as she entered the changing room. She grabbed the first outfit—it was a checkered pink dress and a short pale pink cardigan above it.

When Jack heard the click of the door, he turned his head and with wide eyes took in his girlfriend’s figure. “Holy shit”

“It’s really cute, but the dress is too short for my liking”

“Well, certainly not for mine”

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes “I’m not getting this dress”

“That’s okay. Next”

The next one was a bit more like her. It was a white top and jeans with wide legs and a cute hot pink blazer.

“Oh, yeah. Blazers are your thing, babe. You look like a hot business woman” Jack said when she got out of the dressing room. Y/N threw her head back laughing.

“I really like this one” Y/N said, checking herself in he mirror.

“This is really hard” she heard Jack say as she changed into the next outfit. “You look good in everything, how are we supposed to choose?” Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile on her face, completely in love with the way her boyfriend was always complimenting her.

“Jack I think this is the one!” Y/N said as she opened the door. Jack fell silent, inspecting her with detail. Yes, this was indeed the one.

That deep shade of pink matched her skin tone perfectly and the clothes looked absolutely good on her. It was a white tube top underneath a hot pink vest and high wasted shorts of the same color.

“Please never take that outfit off. I’m begging you” Jack said, standing up. “You look fantastic. I’m going to look so bad next to you”.

“You could never ever look bad, and you know it” Y/N laughed, grabbing him by the fabric of his shirt to pull him down in order to give him a kiss—which was supposed to be short, but Jack had other plans. “Nuh-uh, sir. That’s completely inadequate. You have to wait outside the dressing room” she said in a playful voice when Jack tried to pull them inside.

“I hate you” Jack said, throwing himself on the couch like a little kid who had just been denied a candy.

“I love you too, you big baby”

“BABE CAN WE DO A LIVE WHILE WE GET READY?” Jack asked her, he was already dressed. He had put on a white tank top, jeans and a pink jacket—which was the same color of Y/N’s outfit. “The people are asking”

Y/N laughed “Sure, why not. You look unbelievable handsome, by the way”.

“Thanks, love” Jack kissed her nose before setting his phone on the bathroom counter, checking that they could both be seen “Hi, guys! We are seeing Barbie tonight and we are getting ready. Well, she’s going to get ready I’ll just stand here to admire her”

“Hi!” Y/N waved nervously. She wasn’t part of the media. Jack’s fans knew her as his best friend—who was now his girlfriend—, and while they all have been super kind to her, she still gets a bit anxious.

hi y/n/n!!

you look gorgeous y/n/n !!❣️

jack move away we want to see y/n😫

y/n/n if you ever dump jack hmu

“Hey, if you’re going to flirt with my girlfriend and be mean to me I’m going to end the live” Jack frowned and pouted like a baby. “And she’s not going to dump me, quit it”.

“Oh, poor Jack” Y/N said, giving him a kiss on the cheek which made him smile.

“If you’re going to kiss me everytime they insult me, then please keep insulting me guys” Jack said with a smirk.

“Stop seducing me. We need to hurry” she scolded her boyfriend “I’m going to get dress and then I’ll do my make-up”

“I can’t wait for you to see her outfit. It’s so good” Jack said when Y/N left the bathroom. “We went to the mall together yesterday to choose it”.

are u excited for the movie?

“Yeah! Y/N’s excitement is contagious. She has been talking about the movie non-stop since it was announced. She’s a huge Greta fan. Wish you guys would hear her rumbling about Barbie, she’s adorable”

awe he’s so in loveeee

“I mean, if you guys fell in love with her with only a couple of tik toks and instagram stories, imagine how head over heels I am” he laughed.

“Ta-dah” Y/N said entering the bathroom as Jack whistled. “Thank you, guys!” blood rushing to her cheeks as she read the compliments the people in the chat were telling her.

“You look beautiful” Jack grinned, eyes shining like fireworks. She smiled shyly as she embraced him in a hug. “Can I do your make-up?”

“Sure. I’ll keep it simple, though. First, eye-liner”

“Oh, this is scary” Jack said.

“If you poke my eye out, there are people witnessing it. Remember that” Y/N teased him, closing her eyes. She felt him carefully making the cat eye and the simple brush of his fingers against her skin made her feel dizzy.

“Ready” he squeezed her waist.

She looked herself on the live and made a surprise face “Jack, that’s actually cute”

Jack smiled contently “Now, what?”

“Mascara and lipgloss” Y/N said, handing him the stuff. He put the mascara first and then his favorite part—the lipgloss.

Y/N watched his face of concentration and melted. “You’re adorable. And you have the most beautiful eyelashes. So unfair”.

“Y/N! Thanks, but don’t move your lips! Now there’s lipgloss all over your face” he laughed.

“Hey, don’t you wanna check if this lipgloss lasts?” Y/N smirked.

Jack’s eyes twinkled and the corner of his mouth lifted “I guess this is the end of the live. We’ll tell you what we think… of the movie, not the lipgloss”

“Bye guys!” Y/N said as her boyfriend ended the live. Immediately, Jack’s lips were glued to hers.

“Hmm, grapes” he muttered, making her laugh.

Y/N ENTERED THE CINEMA WITH PERFECT EYE-LINER AND MASCARA AND LEFT WITH HER FACE LOOKING LIKE A RACOON. Jack rubbed her shoulder comfortingly throughout the way home. He couldn’t put into words how much the sight of her crying pained him.

“Babe, what can I do for you? Do you want a hot bath? Snacks? Ice cream? Do you want me to put your favorite Taylor Swift album on? Want me to give you massages?”

Y/N laughed and rested her head on his chest as she shook her head no “I’m fine, I promise. The movie left me a tad sensitive but I’m alright. Thank you, though, you’re the sweetest. I love you”

“I love you more” he kissed the top of her head lovingly. “Do you want to cuddle in bed?”

“Yes, please. So much crying left me exhausted” she laughed.

“You know that you’re the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous and kindest girl in the world, right? You have the purest heart and you make me so so happy” he grabbed her from the waist, lifting her from the floor.

A bright smile instantly appeared on her face, and it was physically impossible to erase. Her heart felt so full of love she was afraid it might explode “I love you so much. You’re the best boyfriend in the world and you make me extremely happy too”

jackchampion she’s everything, i’m just jack y/n.l/n

y/n.l/n you’re perfect and i love you so much

jackchampion no you are🥺❤️

jacksdaylight how was the lipgloss- i mean, the movie???

jackchampion 10/10

y/n.l/n it was the best thing ever, thanks for asking!

[greenandsorrow]

salon!Barbie🪞/ ryangosling!Ken

@xmrsrogersx -> there lovely! Is there a possible chance I could make a request for a Ken x female reader where the reader is a barbie doll and is stereotypical barbies best friend and reader Barbie is like a salon barbie 💖 she is so in love with Ken but he is so infatuated by stereo barbie. An say stereo barbie wants to help the reader win Ken’s heart as she never liked him in that way anyways. Perhaps during their travels back from the real world when they find everything’s changed to the Kendom the only way for ken to see sense is if Salon barbie confronts him and expresses her feelings in hopes he will change everything back and finally see the Barbie he is meant to be with?

PS; I hope the sweet Barbie who requested this likes the way it came out and that it's not too far away from your vision!! This fic follows the events of the movie. Also, you'll probably gonna need a snuck🍿

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~Who is Salon Barbie?~ ✨aka you✨

You, salon Barbie -referred to as B by most- are the one responsible for all things beauty related in Barbieland. Haircuts and hairstyling being your speciality. And just like your profession is to make others pretty, you are so very pretty yourself. You're not full of it though, always humble and sweet, perhaps too humble at times.

Your best friend is stereo Barbie and you two are almost never seen without each other's company. Both of you blonde and always pampered up to perfection. However, while stereo Barbie's hair is almost white, your hair is a warm blonde, fluffed up like you belong in old Hollywood, golden era. The fashion you dress yourself in, also seems to reflect that time. White fur shawls and pink, satin, slip dresses, mary jane pumps, corsets, stockings, pearls and diamonds. Obviously, that has to do with the fact you were created as a Christmas, limited edition salon Barbie, in order to honor the glittery glamour of a far away era. That being said, you do have a salon, but you do NOT have a Ken. (and we all know that your bestie does, or that's what you all initially thought 🫢)

You're in your best friend's car, sitting in the passenger seat, finally returning back home.

Gloria and her daughter, Sasha, have also joined you, since Mattel's CEO had decided to hunt the lot of you down.

You like these two, especially Sasha. Her hair is so pretty and you can't wait to style it once you get hold of your equipment.

While in the real world, stereo Barbie discovered it wasn't actually Sasha she had to find but her mother. Your friend's experience in the real world was so purposeful. She heard so many different opinions about the effects she has on young girls and society as a whole, she felt *real* emotions and gained the ability to empathize. Your bestie also told you about the beautiful older ladies she had come across.

On the other hand, you didn't have to see real humans to feel emotional. You were always very sensitive. That big city had scared you, the poisonous glances from other women and the suggestive comments from men about your clothing choices and appearance had made you feel small. But you had enjoyed some moments there as well. You had enjoyed the warmth of the sun on your skin, petting stray kittens, watching little kids have fun in the playground. You had also enjoyed visiting a real salon for the first time ever. Obviously, you didn't fix anyone's hair that time, but the vibes of the environment, with all these beautiful, hard working women, discussing their daily struggles while also dedicating some time to look after themselves, had warmed your plastic heart.

When it comes to the reasons you left Barbieland, the main one was in fact...Ken. Beach Ken is the one thought always clouding all others in your blonde head. It doesn't matter you tried to deny your feelings, suppressing them with all your might, you are infatuated by these too bright, blue pappy eyes, the slightly husky voice and.... Jeez girl! We get it, you're in love with Ken!

But it's not that simple, even though you wish it were. Stereotypical Barbie and beach Ken have been linked together since the very first day Barbieland came into existence. And just like a Ken is supposed to do, the Ken in question has no eyes for anyone but his "assigned Barbie", meaning...your best friend. The fact that she is uninterested in being ''girlfriend and boyfriend'' with him barely easies the pain in your chest. (You're not meant to feel heartbroken)

When Barbie announced her departure -to get rid of cellulite, bad breath, thoughts of death and flat feet- Ken had told you he just HAD to go with her. You just couldn't resist helping him sneak into your bestie's car and eventually coming with them to the real world.

As you stare at the sign that welcomes you to Barbieland, you can't help but think to yourself how much you miss your friends and your hot pink hair rollers.

So many drastic changes in your life had turned your perfect world upside down and you felt guilty knowing that, in the centre of them all was your longing for Ken to notice you, actually see you in the same light you've seen him since the moment you set foot in your plastic utopia.

°•°•°B's flashbacks°•°•°

°• It was the beginning of another perfect day.

You and Barbie, Barbie and of course Barbie were taking your daily stroll at the beach. You were trying to suppress the excitement that came with being in Ken's territory. If you were lucky, you'd even be able to greet him!

You weren't lucky.

He didn't even look in your direction, too focused to get your friend's attention.

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Ken."

Barbie knew you were attracted to Ken and she felt so so bad she was basically in the way between you and her oblivious friend. Because in her mind that's all Ken was to her. Sure, beach Ken was like an "add on" to her doll version in the real world, but she just couldn't see how that meant she and Ken had to be romantically involved.

"Barbie, watch what I can do!"

And with that Ken was off running towards the big plastic waves, surfing board at hand.

The discomfort your friend had felt was more than evident, maybe she was even embarrassed that Ken was going to such extents to gain her attention.

On the other hand, you had been simply standing next to her, feeling invisible regardless of the coral pink slip dress and diamond jewellery you were wearing that day. But that -familiar by then- numbness was soon replaced with worry.

Everyone gasped when Ken bounced back from the waves and landed on the beach.

You were the first to rush to him and kneel beside him, concern written on your features.

"Ken?! Oh sweet maker! Ken are you hurt?!"

He had looked at you with curiosity, for a moment forgetting he had to pout so that stereo Barbie would have to comfort him.

"Barbie...B... I'm-"

You had unconsciously placed a palm on his muscular chest, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by him, but before his brain had time to make anything out of your reaction, doctor Barbie was on her way to her "patient", stereo following close behind.

You had reluctantly removed your hand from him, avoiding his still curious gaze as you stood up and went to join the rest of your friends.

For the rest of your time at the beach, you sat silent, discreetly watching Barbie (your friend) and Ken (your crush) interact, as Ken was healing from his fall.

°• "So... is Ken going to be at the party?", your tone had shown just how nervous you were.

"Of course! I invited him just for you."

Barbie had given you one of her perfect smiles through the reflection of your salon mirror.

Whenever an occasion asks for it, you are always the one to pamper your friends. One might think that as a chore, but to you it's not just super fun, it's your purpose.

So, for the last couple of hours, you'd been doing the make up looks and hair of each Barbie, while engaging in small talk with them, which mostly consisted of compliments.

Your bestie had been the last "client" in your salon and after you were done with her, she kept you company while you busied yourself with your own make up and hair.

Taking out the last hair roller in your perfectly blown out hairstyle, you noticed Barbie was too silent for her usual talkative self.

"Beautiful, is something wrong?"

Your first guess was that she wasn't satisfied with the volume of her hair.

"B, I might have made a little decision, without asking you first."

"Oh! Please tell me you didn't choose the confetti's colour without me!!"

"No, no, no. Of course not! I would never do that to you! We agreed on purple, blue and pink. It's something silly actually..."

"Barbie you can tell me, I won't cry. I so so promise."

Stereo Barbie was aware of the melodramatic way you reacted to things. But in Barbieland not hiding your uniqueness was a brave thing to do, so she never judged you but always admired your temperament.

"I might have invited Ken to YOUR place without YOUR permission."

You had frozen in place.

"I thought you'd like to, you know, do his hair or something."

She smiled at you for the second time that evening.

You weren't sure of what you had felt at that moment. You were shocked, but in a pleasant way. Butterflies were flying in your stomach and even though you couldn't physically blush, you had felt your face grow warmer.

Your reaction was a genuine one.

"Barbie, honey, that's so very nice of you!"

You had run and hugged your friend tightly, laughing your silly girly laugh you only shared with her.

"Oh! Barbie, please tell me is my hair in place?!

Barbie! Where do you think you're going?! Is that dress shiny enough?!"

All the while you were going crazy, Barbie had been slowly making her way to the back exit.

"B, Ken's going to be here any minute now, it's best if I go."

"THANK YOU!"

°• "Hmh... B?"

That was Ken, clearing his throat before calling you from the entrance of the salon/lounge/ dream house you owned. There wasn't an actual door, since the fronts of all houses had no walls, but the place you had been standing wasn't visible from where Ken was calling you from.

"Coming!"

Stereo Barbie had just left when you made your way to Ken, with a smile so big plastered on your face that your cheeks hurt.

It was your moment to shine.

"Hi Ken!!"

"Hi B! Barbie told me that you were fixing everyone's hair for her giant blow out party with all the Barbies and a planned choreography."

That smug but also awkward smile was going to be the end of you.

"Indeed I am! Come in!"

Looking back, that had been one of the most nerve racking moments of your existence.

You of course were able to perform and fix Ken's super soft, smelling like heaven hair, but your communication skills had abandoned you.

Thanks to Ken's energetic person though, awkward silence was avoided.

"You were really brave at the beach today Ken."

"Just doing my job B"

"Especially when you told Ken to beach off, you are so brave and-"

You had stopped yourself, not daring to say anything remotely risky. But Ken's attention had been drawn elsewhere. He was inspecting his hair in the mirror. You were almost done with him but you had -obviously without him knowing- taken more time than what you actually needed to style his hair.

"Will she find me pretty?"

His voice sounded small, like he was talking to himself. You felt like exploding. How had he not noticed the way you were looking at him?! YOU found him "pretty".

"I think you're handsome"

But your own voice was merely above a whisper. You saw his shoulders' movement, which led you to believe he had heard your compliment. However, he just went closer to the mirror, making sure everything was in place and "Good enough for Barbie".

You had felt a weird sensation in your stomach, weighing you down, but it wasn't in your nature to act on envy. You always acted on support and understanding.

You had reluctantly put a hand on his shoulder, managing to keep eye contact with him in the mirror.

"I think Barbie will find you very attractive Ken"

"Thank you B! You're the best!"

And with that he was out of your place and on his way to the party. After making sure you were "good enough" for maker knows who, you had started for Barbie's dream house as well, not sure if you were in the mood for partying anymore.

°• The party went as expected. Perfect.

You were in awe of all your friends' beauty. You felt so proud of them for simply being who they are, being enough. But truth is, you didn't feel enough that evening.

You had hoped Ken would be on the dance floor for the choreography. Your bestie had promised you she'd try to get you close to him, giving you guys a chance to dance together. Nothing went according to plan. (Your life wasn't perfect anymore, something unacceptable for a doll.)

You danced and danced, having spotted Ken holding a cup and looking miserable. He never looked in your direction, not even once.

Instead, he only made a move to join the dance floor scene when he noticed another Ken was dancing with stereo Barbie.

He still hadn't noticed you till the end of the party. And after the party. And while you were standing in your friend's apartment, watching her bid him goodbye.

He hadn't left. He had insisted on staying.

You knew none of this was your friend's fault. You couldn't blame her for Ken's infatuation with her. She's the most loyal and dedicated friend you could have asked for... she's perfect. But so are you. (Turns out that night had gone very wrong for both of you. Broken hearts and thoughts of death don't belong in Barbieland)

You couldn't help wishing you were her. You had burst in tears when Ken had tried to kiss Barbie.

That night you didn't stay over for "girls' night". In fact, you decided to never have one again. You felt terrible. Like a piece of furniture in the background.

Still, you just couldn't hate Ken. You had instead decided to blame yourself for liking him in the first place. It wasn't something planned. It wasn't meant to happen. Something was wrong with you. Maybe it was your turn to join Weird Barbie (and maybe do something about her hair).

°•°•°•°back to present°•°•°•°

Barbie and you are shocked to find Barbieland is now in fact called "Kendom" and the roles have all been reversed.

It's like someone took a piece of the real world and tried to make it work in your pink paradise.

Everywhere you look there is a Barbie taking care of a Ken's every little desire. You even spot President Barbie cheering some Kens who are playing beach volley.

Barbie is driving straight to her Dream house, unsure of what all this means. You're both surprised to find Ken there. You sigh in relief to know he made it safely back to Barbieland. Your friend however looks offended to say the least as she gets out of her car and heads to her house.

You end up feeling invisible once again, staying with Gloria and Sasha as Barbie confronts Ken for taking over her Dream house that is now called "Ken's Dojo Mojo Casa House".

You suppress a smile as the name sounds so satisfying to you. No B, that is wrong!

Ken took over BARBIEland and just look at him! He's changed. What's with these clothes and the huge fur coat? How does his hair look so good with the bandana?! He is so annoying for being so full of himself all of a sudden! Why would anyone wear a fur coat so big anyway?! But then again, you do have an excessive collection of fur shawls. Confidence looks good on him, doesn't it now?

No! Teaching the Kens about that thing called "patriarchy" was a stupid decision. But you understand how he feels all too well. He said it. He felt respected and seen out there. You could have made him feel this way but he never gave you a chance.

Barbie snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Let's get out of here!"

~~

The four of you end up in Weird Barbie's house, along with Allan and some discontinued dolls.

Your friend has been going through the motions, but you're not planning to leave her side. You are currently brushing her hair with your favourite brush you always have on you for such emergencies.

"I don't remember sending *you* to the real world Marilyn."

"Haha, never Marilyn, though Mattel took inspiration from her to design me..."

"You went for him, didn't you? The hot, six pack, sapphire eyes Ken, didn't ya?"

"I thought it wasn't that obvious"

"Honey please, it's my job to notice when something is off on your pretty faces."

"Is it that bad of a thing to do?"

"He's lucky that you're so in love with him. That's all."

"Like he knows", that's Allan. Allan has always been a friend of yours. His awkward sense of humour and honesty make him the nicest company you could have ever asked for. But right now, his comment only causes you pain.

Ken is even more handsome than before leaving Barbieland, but he never felt more far away from your reach.

He had already rejected Barbie's attempt to make peace with him by becoming his long distance -and a bunch of other things- girlfriend.

~~

The situation feels so hopeless and you just can't accept that, sweet and kind Ken is now the reason Barbieland is decaying.

Thanks to Gloria's words your beloved friend is feeling much better. Gloria's words also affected you. You feel empowered and seen. You still don't hate Ken for his actions, but you know that this situation must quickly change.

Weird Barbie told you earlier today that there must be a deeper reason you went through the real world experience.

"B can I please talk to you?", that's Sasha.

"What is it honey?"

"I heard you talking with Weird Barbie before and I think I might have an idea about why you feel the way you do for... Ken."

"R- Really? You do?"

"It's a secret"

"Pinky promise"

To say the least, Sasha's secret made you see things in a much different way.

Sasha's childhood friend, Cloe, used to have a salon Barbie doll and when they were younger, they used to pair her with Sasha's Ken doll, so even though Ken had come as essentially an accessory to the standard Barbie doll, the girls had paired him with another Barbie, salon Barbie, by choice.

After thinking this over, you are determined that next time the opportunity shows itself, you'll shoot your shot with Ken.

~~

After pondering on Gloria's words, Weird Barbie's creativity and the need to set things in order before it's too late, you guys came up with a plan.

A plan to make "Kendom" Barbieland once and for all.

With the help of stereo Barbie and Sasha, Weird Barbie, Alan and other discontinued dolls, Gloria snaps all the Barbies out of their "submissive trance".

The Barbies then begin to manipulate the Kens by feeding their egos. That's when you come in the plan.

You are the one to distract Ken. That's right. Not any Ken, but Ken. Your forever crush.

After making sure you look your best with your fluffed up, curly blow hairstyle, in your favourite, silky two-piece pyjama set with matching gown and slippers, it's time to act.

You pretend to look lost, like you haven't spent your whole life in this place.

Ken is quick to notice your "helplessness" and of course rushes to offer his assistance.

"B! Long time no see, sugar."

You know he's trying too hard, you know he's putting up an act just the way you are meant to act differently as well, but you do feel your heart flutter in the sound of him calling you "sugar".

"Oh! K- Ken! Hi... handsome. I'm so glad you're here."

You try your hardest to maintain your calm and stay collected. As much as you love the prospect of finally becoming closer to him, you can't let the Barbies down.

"That's right baby. You're lucky I'm here 'cause you do look kinda lost, is that right?"

"I do...I am! Haha. It's just, you know, now that everything's changed the Barbies don't visit the salon that often and I'm so lonely."

You bat your coquette lashes at him -just as Weird Barbie had instructed you to do- and you swear you see a glint in his eyes. Ken had never actually taken the time to take you in, to notice the exact shade of your hair, your kind smile, your shyness that he hates to admit matches his own and he catches himself wondering if you like horses. He has to find the right moment to ask you.

As he stares at you, rather shamelessly, you are breathtaken by...him basically. That light washed jeans outfit he has going on is almost too much to handle. You catch Allan in the background, lookin' at you with a look that screams "Girl, are you serious?"

Allan is right, you have a mission, but it's going to be harder than what you originally thought. The good thing is that you won't have to act, you actually are that smitten with Ken.

~~

And so a few days go by, spending a lot of time with Ken and then reporting back to the Barbies by night. You are not a spy Barbie, but you almost feel like one. As you describe everything in detail, you can see Gloria shaking her head and laugh.

"What is it this time!? I told you I'm not getting distracted! I can handle myself just fine!"

It's your bestie that answers to your complaints.

"I don't think she's laughing about your behavior B, I think it's about Ken's."

You do smile at that because it's true, Ken's attitude towards you has changed dramatically. He basically never leaves your side. He talks to you about the patriarchy and horses, especially the latter and he is always ready to offer his help, to show off his "manliness" and of course keep you away from other Kens.

You haven't kissed or declared that you're a couple with him, but when it comes to the way Ken sees you, he'd like to do both. He curses himself for never taking the extra step to talk to you before you helped him go to the real world. He won't admit it, but the adoration you look at him with, as he plays his silly songs on the guitar, makes his heart melt a little. And he also feels so great and proud when he makes you laugh. You make him feel important, more than you'll unfortunately ever know.

It's "unfortunately", because the next step of the plan is to turn the Kens against each other by hurting their egos.

~~

And so it goes. You are at the beach with Ken and he's playing the same thing on his guitar, and so are all the other Kens to the rest of the Barbies. As you get your mobile out, you can already feel the guilt of using Ken.

You make a point of laughing while also staring at the phone.

"Who are texting?"

You ignore him and when he asks again you tell him "No one"

Next thing you know he's shouting at you, taking the phone from your hands.

"Ken!!!"

Before you have time to see his next reaction, you make yourself stand up and exchange positions with stereo Barbie.

It's for the best you don't see the pure betrayal in his blue eyes, but your friend does and she can also feel the sadness radiating off him.

Chaos ensues faster than any of you Barbies thought it would and by morning you are regaining the positions of power you originally held. But along the way, you realize the mistakes of the previous system and decide to make some changes to Barbieland, including better treatment for the Kens and all the deformed dolls.

You feel genuinely happy that things can go back to normal. But, for a moment you had it all, Ken looked at you and actually saw you. Now, you know better than to believe he'll forgive you for treating him like means to an end.

It's not that simple. It's not, because you weren't acting when he told you every little thing he knew about horses and you answered him you'd love to meet a real one.

~~

You go back to your salon, putting hair rollers on yours and Sasha's hair. It doesn't take much time before you break down in tears, curled up like a baby with plastic chocolate pieces all over you.

Allan, stereo Barbie, Gloria and Sasha, Weird Barbie and all your friends feel so bad for you. They had all come to realize your feelings for Ken were real and that tricking him had hurt you as much as it had hurt him.

You heard that right. After the Barbies had taken back Barbieland, Ken hadn't left from his Mojo Dojo Casa House. He was a mess of conflicting emotions. He cared for you, that was a given. You had been so nice to him, flooding him with kindness and affection beyond his imagination, but was any of it real? After all he's just Ken.

In addition to that, what about stereo Barbie? He's MEANT to be with her. To be her Ken. Isn't that his purpose?

~~

While you two are crying your eyes out, stereo Barbie is determined to set things right. (She also wants her house back)

She goes and confronts Ken a second time, but this time ends up differently.

~~

Barbie and Ken apologize to each other and acknowledge their failures.

Ken has come to the conclusion he has no identity or purpose without Barbie.

"But it's Barbie AND Ken, there is no just Ken!"

In that exact moment there you are at the door, gaze hopeful but face tear streaked.

"Ken, how could you always miss what's right in front of you?", you have no idea how you'll ever be able to thank your friend enough for this.

You can see Ken looking at you intensely. He is still crying but the realisation that overcomes him is unmistakable.

He's more than what he was made for. He can make his own choices that will define him.

One of them, is walking up at you and enveloping you in a bone crashing bear hug.

You let out a giggle before hugging him back with all your might.

This feels right, it feels like home.

~~

When you say goodbye to your dearest friend, neither can hold back the tears. You stay hugged for a while, not caring about the Mattel CEO waiting for Barbie so that they can go to the real world.

After the Barbies and Kens bid Barbie goodbye, she decides to become human and return to the real world.

It's not that you won't see her again, but it's so weird to see how much you have both evolved. You are so proud of her and you can't wait to hear about her experiences as a real woman.

Ken is right next to you. He still has a lot of work to do with himself, but with your unrelenting support he will manage just fine.

He puts his fur around you, covering you almost entirely and presses a kiss to your cheek.

This is Barbieland and now it's finally perfect.

(You're of course visiting the real world to see real horses. Also, Ken did request an actual phone he uses to call Barbie for advice about his relationship with you.)

The End

[bambisjourney]

Feeling fabulous in pink! 💖✨ On the road and turning heads everywhere I go! Loving this mix of glamour and adventure. Who else is obsessed with pink everything?

[acacia-may]

I know you're shipping Vanessa and Nozel, but I'm curious to know your thoughts on Dorothy and Nozel with the shipping bingo?

Hi there! Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰 I love Dorothy and Nozel as a BROTP without a doubt, and, honestly, I think I prefer Dorothy as a romantic partner for Nozel rather than Vanessa if I had to pick between the two ships.

Here’s the bingo card! Pink is for the romantic relationship and yellow is for their friendship:

Not a bingo, but pretty close! 💖

Thoughts and headcanons below the cut:

I love Nozel and Dorothy's unlikely friendship! I think I have talked about it a little bit before, but it's one of my all-time favourite dynamics in Black Clover. This may be a bit of an unpopular opinion, but I like to imagine they were friends before Nozel opened up to her about his mother's curse and that being vulnerable with her about that only deepened the friendship they already had as opposed to the other way around. I guess in my mind, I just don't see Nozel spilling what is arguably the biggest, heaviest secret of his life to someone random without them having had a basis of friendship beforehand. Obviously, sharing something like that deepened their bond with each other, but (in my mind at least) the fact that he can vent in her Glamour World wasn't the basis and/or the jumping off point for their entire relationship. I think it is very difficult for Nozel to be vulnerable so I think it speaks to the respect he has for Dorothy, the trust he has in her, and the closeness of their relationship that he was able to open up to her about that even if she is the only person he could tell, if that makes sense(?) It really warms by hear to think that he has someone he trusts so much as to share something that personal and painful with--especially since he has carried the truth around for a very long time, and I can't imagine Dorothy being anything but supportive and comforting when he does decide to open up to her.

I also love how opposite they are and how they have a genuine respect and appreciation for each other despite being so vastly different as people. I think I mentioned this in the bingo ask about Nozel and Vanessa, but I really think Nozel is the type of person who would benefit from having balance in a relationship--being with someone who has a brighter, more energetic, and less serious personality who can help him lighten up and not be so hard on himself. In turn, Nozel could be a grounding, steady influence on Dorothy, and she appreciates how deeply he cares and how he always strives to do the right thing.

While I adore their friendship in its own right, I could imagine that under particular circumstances a more romantic affection could develop between them. I am fond of the "friends to lovers" trope, and I think that kind of relationship would be particularly meaningful to Nozel. Dorothy knows him so well, and he doesn't need to put on airs with her like he does with everyone else. She likes him for who he is--not because he is royalty or a magic knight captain but just because he's Nozel. She sees him in a way that very few other people do. In that scene where Dorothy makes a version of him in her Glamour World for Noelle, I think we get to see that the Nozel that she knows and cares for is honestly a bit of a dork, and while she'd be the first to tease him for being a tsun about his feelings and being so uptight, she has a genuine care and affection for him and thinks he's endearing, I think. I personally like "Nozel in the theater of Dorothy's mind"--he gets to be human and not so insufferably stuffy, and I'd love the idea of her bringing out that side of him and him feeling comfortable enough to be "dorky Nozel" around her (whether their relationship was romantic or platonic). On his side, I can imagine he would be incredibly devoted to her (even if he would have trouble expressing it) and would feel he could never repay her for always being there for him and loving him for who he is. For these reasons, I think, if I had to pick a romantic ship for Nozel, I think I would pick this one.

Some headcanons about them:

Nozel and Dorothy didn't get off on the right foot the first time they met. He thought it was rude she slept through their important captains' meeting, and she thought he was stuck up and stuffy. They earned each other's respect on the battlefield though. He realized he had underestimated her, and she realized he cared more than he let on.

Dorothy was the one who resolved to make friends with him, and Nozel didn't understand why she was being so nice and friendly with him. She went out of her way to talk to him and try to make him smile, and eventually her kindness and persistence, endeared her to him and they gradually became friends.

They had been friends for a while before she took him to her Glamour World for tea. Nozel didn't spill any deep dark secrets to her on their first meeting there, but Dorothy realized that meeting in the Glamour World helped him relax and let down his guard around her a little bit more than usual so she tried to come up with reasons for them to meet there fairly regularly. He slowly opened up to her about himself and his life at these tea parties, and they became better and closer friends.

The first really personal and vulnerable thing Nozel opened up to Dorothy about was his guilt regarding how strained things were between him and his sister and how he felt he needed to treat her coldly and keep her at a distance for her own safety and protection.

Nozel hadn't been planning on telling Dorothy the truth about his mother, even though he knew the curse would have no effect in her Glamour World. However, once they happened to meet there on his mother's birthday which had always been a difficult day for him, and Dorothy realized that something was wrong. He started off just telling her about his mother and how much he had loved and looked up to her, but he let slip that he felt so guilty about her death. When Dorothy pressed her hand to his cheek and told him it wasn't it fault, he broke down and told her the whole story. She hugged him when he began to tear up and said that she sorry that had happened and that he had had to carry that burden alone for so long but he didn't have to bear it alone anymore.

Nozel is the first to realize he has romantic feelings towards her but only after they develop in an extremely slow burn. Naturally, being Nozel, he has a lot of internal panic over it.

The other magic knight captains could not be more excited for them, though it does come as a bit of a shock and surprise to some of them. To anyone who sees them together, though, it is very obvious that they are good for each other even if they are a bit of an odd couple.

Dorothy is very patient with the fact that Nozel wants to take things slow. She is the one to kiss him first though, leaving him all flustered which she thinks is adorable.

Nozel ends up proposing faster than he or anyone else expected, but only because he's so happy and so sure that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. She enthusiastically accepts and they spend about a year and a half planning the wedding.

Their wedding is very big and particularly fancy (with a bright color palate picked by Dorothy) and is held in the royal capital. Kirsch takes over helps with a lot of the planning and gets very invested in it.

Noelle is very excited to have Dorothy as a sister-in-law, and even Solid and Nebra have nothing particularly nasty to say about her. If they did, she would be very good at shrugging it off or holding her own against them, if need be.

They have four children together: twin sons, Adler and Almos, and two daughters, Acier and Aleria. Asta nicknamed Almos "Al" and much to Nozel's chagrin, it stuck. Adler and Almos get into all kinds of trouble together--though Almos's brand of trouble to usually just falling asleep in strange places he's not supposed to. Their boys were such a handful that Nozel asked if they could wait before having any more children, and Acier was born when her brothers were four. She was much less wild though she is very strong-willed. Aleria was a surprise, later-in-life baby, and she is much younger than her older siblings (much like Noelle and Nozel). Nozel nearly had a heart attack when Dorothy found out she was expecting, but he positively dotes on his daughter as he does the rest of his children.

They spend a lot of time with Noelle and her family, and their children are particularly close with their cousins.

[kaijujungle]

feel the glamour in 💖 PINK 💖

[rainybluebirdflower]

Subspace Kitten sings, dancing: "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world . Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere! Imagination, life is your creation! Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please! You can touch! You can play! I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees! Hit the town, fool around, let's go party!"

Lyrics: 

Hiya, Barbie Hi, Ken! You want to go for a ride?

Sure, Ken Jump in!

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhereImagination, life is your creation

Come on, Barbie, let's go party

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a blond bimbo girl in a fantasy world

Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky You can touch You can play If you say, "I'm always yours" (ooh, oh) I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah)Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh)

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees

Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again Hit the town, fool around, let's go party

You can touch

You can play

If you say, "I'm always yours"

You can touch

You can play If you say, "I'm always yours"

Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh)

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation

Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah)Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh)Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ah ah ah yeah) Come on, Barbie, let's go party (ooh oh, ooh oh)

Oh, I'm having so much fun Well, Barbie, we're just getting started Oh, I love you, Ken

Betcha this tune will be in your head for a while! 😸😸💋💋💖

[tom-whore-dleston]

Barbie and the 900 Followers

HOLY SHIZZZ!!! I'm freaking out in silence but I am just extremely thankful to have met so many amazing folks like y'all! I love you guys for real 🥹🫶🏽

Since the Barbie movie releases in almost a year, I thought I'd hype up the movie in advance with a Barbie themed sleepover. No sleepover is complete without our fave doll 😊 Plus, Simu is in it so I gotta give the husband my full support bahaha

*in Margot Robbie's Barbie voice* NOW WHO'S READY FOR SOME FUN????

In the Barbie world:

Starts: July 16 @ 9am (PST)

Ends: July 18 @ 11:59pm (PST)

You are welcome to send in asks before the sleepover starts, but I won’t start responding to them until the start time.

As always, please be 18+ to participate! If I do not see any indication of your age in your bio or you do not have any posts/reblogs, you will be blocked! No exceptions!!

You don’t have to be following me to participate. Everyone is welcome 😊

I disabled anon feature to avoid meanies and minors.

Please send one emoji per ask. You don’t have to worry about spamming my inbox, I will see everything 😉

I will not write/discuss anything revolving around non-con, underage, a/b/o, bathroom kinks, blood kinks (only exception is vampire AU if applicable), incest, step-cest, foot fetish, pregnancy/babies.

I only write for female reader inserts with no specific race/ethnicity, hair/eye/skin color, body type, etc.

I reserve the right to deny writing/discussing any other things that make me uncomfortable.

C'mon Barbie, let's go party!

Ken Loves Barbie 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼 - Mutuals only! ask me who I ship you with and I will write a lil sumn on your relationship with them (will only ship with fictional hotties) 

Blonde Bimbo Girl 👱🏻‍♀️ - Writer followers! send me a fic that you wrote and I will give you a good ol’ tom-whore-dleston essay review

Life in plastic 👠 - Send me a hottie and a prompt from one of lists below and I'll write a quick fic (feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc. for some flavor)

fluff/smut/physical || angst 1 & 2

You're my doll 💄 - Let’s play an ask game (cym, fmk, wyr, etc). Feel free to spice it up to your liking 😉

Dress me up👗 - Send me any scenarios or concepts that you envision for any of my AUs (Teach Me Tonight, Honey Baby, The Avengers Sweethearts) and I will write a drabble or head canon for them

Dreamhouse Adventures 🏠 - send me an AU/trope + hottie and I will make a moodboard (check out previous moodboards I have made for ideas)

Feel the glamour in pink 💖 - the floor is yours to get to know me better, thirst over a hottie, talk about your day, etc. Please just be respectful and do not send me any celeb discourse!

Oh, I love you, Ken 💘

♥ Real life hotties ♥

Simu Liu*, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, Austin Butler*, Barry Keoghan, Andrew Garfield, Harry Styles, Oscar Isaac, Michael B. Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Hayden Christensen

♥ Fictional hotties ♥

Marvel: Loki Laufeyson, Xu Shang-Chi/Shangqi*, Peter Parker (any variant), Xu Wenwu, Erik Kilmonger, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson*, Druig, Kingo, Eros/Starfox, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff (Age of Ultron), Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Moonknight (all alters)*, Stephen Strange

Star Wars: Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker*, Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron

Other: Kim Jung* (Kim’s Convenience), any of Sim Liu’s SNL characters (I am dead serious), Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), Johnathan Pine (The Night Manager), Robert Laing (High Rise), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Nathan Drake (Uncharted), Arvin Russel (The Devil All The Time)

An * indicates who I am simping for most at the moment and highly encourage asks for them!

dividers: @firefly-in-darkness

[kaleidosouls]

I love your Pearl redesign! I also love that you gave her a more motherly personality, cause Steven deserves a Mom! 💖 (I know he had Garnet in canon, but still)... But is your Pearl still an inventor and knight, like in Canon? 💜Also, what is your Pearl’s relationship with Amethyst, since they don’t argue like in Canon? 💙And how does your Pearl feel about Greg, since the crush on Rose/Pink isn’t there?

thankyou so much!!! this made my day ;w; im answer your questions so apologise that i literally am clinically like, unable to be brief. god how i wish i knew how. i ended up going into way more detail and writing than what you asked so im sorry for using your questions as writing prompts sdgkj

she's still an inventor and knight, and insecure about these traits since they were developed over thousands of years and not what she was made for. rose just thought of her as another joining her forces while pearl could only see it as a transfer of ownership, so in a way she saw learning those skills as a way to be a better servant for rose's cause but no one had really Asked her to pick up arms or technology, she was simply interested in those things without realising it herself. im sure shed be similarly enamoured with the concept of knighthood as it's a more glamourized form of servitude.

pearl and amethyst would have similar like, butting heads in canon except pearl isnt berating and diminishing amethyst like she did, but still a sort of like shes telling or trying to encourage amethyst to 'do her chores' and amethyst hates it and is dramatic about it. pearl is clearly very ocd driven but more meek so she'll tell amethyst, please pick up those things on the floor and amethyst going UGH I HATE IT HERE, its something that over time does make amethyst feel like shes improper but pearl isnt too prideful to not stop when amethyst asks her to, and amethyst learns over time to be more considerate with pearl than just make a fuss every time cause pearl takes it very seriously. pearl still tries to do things she seems helpful sometimes without asking like tidying up a few things in amethyst's room which makes her mad and pearl doesnt understand why but is actually distraught when she makes amethyst unhappy

they are very much still a sort of opposites to eachother but pearl has a more introverted personality, shes more easily embarassed by amethyst's antics than offended. she like cares deeply about her bc she and garnet basically 'raised' amethyst over the hundreds of years since they found her in kindergarden. amethyst has is jealous of both pearl and garnet being so 'put together' and it makes her question herself but shes not in suicidal depression like she is in canon (where she talks about literally not asking to have even been born)

i think further on in canon after some development with steven too theyd get a lot closer and learned to work some of their differences where pearl has learned to 'let loose' some more and amethyst has grown more responsible. pearl needs to learn to exist For herself and not depend on anyone else for her worth and amethyst wants to form an identity for her own and she needs to accept her own flaws and that relying on other people doesnt make her lesser.

wrt greg, i could see pearl initially being very awkward around him. like moments in canon where she like, ducks behind garnet around greg and such except wtihout the context of 'ew the Disgusting Useless manthing that STOLE my gf' and more like, oh no one of the alien people >< greg is such a loose chill guy and itd bump against her neat and tidy outlook, but she would grow to like him and find him fun. i believe All the gems become torn on how to feel about greg when like, rose becomes more attatched to him than them, pearl would specially not understand and feel frustrated why she cant come along on 'dates' because shes used to being around rose as much as possible, rose presumably having already had flings with humans but like, in secret from the others. greg would also be like, Greatly insistent on letting her act in servitude towards him and become upset by her trying to act like what to him is like a maid or something worse, something pearl wont be able to understand for a while until after she sorts this out with steven.

wrt the whole, giving birth to steven, im torn on how to change it in the sense it still doestn Fully make sense to me how it happened anyway but, i feel like pearl would be so shocked she wouldnt really process the depth of what was going to happen until it did. greg should bring up the living conditions for the baby and theyd probably get the house in the temple built before steven's birth, rose finds the idea of the house super endearing but amethyst is the one who suggests greg should 'just move in', and no one has really any complaints about that. (bc theres no valid reason he adn steven couldnt live in a house when they could just build one anytime anyway?? greg is litearlly homeless and poor?? i think rose wouldnt even think to consider that greg's life is difficult, but when greg brings up all his anxieties about raising a baby, the rest of the gems were definitely concerned)

when it happened pearl went throw stages of depression where shes denying rose is really gone because shes just shapeshifted into this baby thing, and unable to really reach or talk to rose or see her over time makes her frustrated and angry and upset in a way not even the gems had ever seen her, where she butts heads with greg who similarly ends up having an outburst because hes in so much grief and he didnt really Want her to be gone and they couldve jsut adopted a human baby but he felt he had no right to deny her the right to have a kid if thats what rose wanted. pearl has a similar thought to canon that if they just pull the gem out rose would come back before snapping back into herself and seeing how everyone is grieving and in pain and that like, Thud in her gut that she really is gone, for real, like she might as well have been shattered, and sinks into a very long depression where shes near catatonic similarly to how she was when losing her diamond. she floats through the motions and does whatever anyone tells her to do but doesnt really talk anymore. everyone else is going through their own like, ways of processing and coping with this and they really dont know how to support each other, and garnet doesnt want to push pearl into fighting because shes barely there mentally so she ends up spending a lot of time in the house with baby steven, with greg picking up working in the car wash like in canon bc hes broke and has a son to raise. i think this is where shed actually pick up the habit of watching steven sleep, this has just ocurred to me sdklgj idk why she does in canon other than canon pearl is a freak but while steven is like an infant and pearl is too depressed to do anything she starts to just watch steven and babies sleep most of the time. greg like, rants out loud to pearl whenever hes home, which is fairly often anyway, like walking himself through the steps of baby 101 and she kinda just watches it almost absentminded, but thanks to her gem processing she Is absorbing most of what greg is saying to her, she just doesnt react much. greg also starts to ask her for help more and let her help with chores which she greatly takes to because its like thank god something to fullfill my self worth and give me something i can do. i think this is what gets her slowly becoming more active again because of settling into a parent routine and caring for a baby gives her more than enough things to do. shes intially scared of even touching steven like he will break, and theres a lot of like, alien doesnt know how human babies work moments, but she starts to absorb herself in parent 101 books and knocking at vidalia's door with a questionaire and becoming familiarised with baby stuff. itd probably get to the point greg has to like pry steven from her bc steven is His son you know. i think pearl and greg would probably end up becoming pretty good friends through this experience, honestly. same with garnet and amethyst. greg would take a much more active role in steven's life than having to distance himself bc of 'gem stuff', he would also raise steven to love music the same way in canon.

i think while pearl and greg wont get along 100% of the time, as their personalities dont quite meld, theyd be a pretty good co-parenting duo. greg would teach pearl a lot about humans that she had no idea about and she takes his lessons to heart, often Too literally, and he has to clarify things to her later. she would share the feeling from canon that humans seem 'very fragile', speciallyafter spending time with a baby. she probably became really horrified at all the horrible ways babies could crack their skulls that contributed to her overprotectiveness of steven later. as well as her mentally transferring her servitude from rose to steven. i think many people would regularly assume pearl to be steven's nanny or maid than a mother bc thats how she acts like, which like upsets steven when hes in his teens because he wants her to be his friend, not his maid.

anyway no one is gonna read all of this but tahnk you sdlgkjs oh and to add, while i dont want pearl to have a crush on rose i believe she would idolize/admire her in a way people could interpret as crush-like but i want her to feel about rose as platonically as garnet and amethyst do. like its simply not a romantic thing bc in canon she is Literally her owner and in my au pearl thinks of her as such.

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[nixienotes]

Flower Fairy Glamour Water 🌸🧚🏼‍♀️💐

Here’s a little glamour water I made to celebrate the Pink Full Moon in April 🌸🌕💖

I intend to charge this in the moonling tonight and then keep it in my makeup bag to charge all of my beauty items. It can also be use it as an anointing potion and can be dabbed on candles, skin, charms, and more! You can change this to make it any way you like but I was inspired to make a glamour that gave off the same ethereal glow of wood nymphs or flower fae caugh dancing just beyond the wildflowers near a stream ♡

Have a small jar, bottle or vessel ready at your workspace/altar.

Choose which candles you’d like to use. I chose a large grapefruit pillar candle and a small pink ritual candle to charge with. The grapefruit is for confidence and self love, and used the pink candle for its color correspondences to love and beauty. I also wanted to keep the theme generally pink for this particular full moon🌸

Pick which scents you want to work with. I used an old tea light oil burner and a perfumey scented oil called ‘Fantasy’ gifted to me by my sister ♡

Choose which crystals and stones if any that you’d like to help charge the water. I chose quite a few and arranged them in a grid around the candles. You can pick whatever you like and whatever speaks to you the most. I used stones for their affinity in love, beauty, romance, fidelity, fertility, honesty, self empowerment, confidence, reduction of anxiety and nervousness, promotion of blood flow and energetic reception. I also chose stones that I thought were particularly pretty or spoke me. These included:

-Lapis Lazuli

-Onyx

-Blue Anhydrite

-Clear Quartz

-Pink Quartz

-Rose Quartz

-Cherry Quartz (Quartz encased Cinnabar)

-Peacock Ore

-Garnet

-Red Jasper

-Amethyst

Decide what herbs and charms you’d like to include in your water. Gather them and have them ready. I decided to go with the following:

- Magenta colored Hydrangea - Love attraction, fidelity, favor of the fae

- Dried Lavender - Encourages and strengthens pure love, sharpens the mind, peace and harmony

- Dried Rosepetals - Love, romance, beauty, fidelity, lasting relationships

- Purple Coquina Shells - Symbolize butterfly and fairy wings 🧚🏻‍♀️🦋

Set your intent and start to add the components together. I did this by lighting the candles, incense, charging the grid by ringing zills around it while I quietly meditated my intent. I also set an ambience with specific music and then started to put the herbs and seashells in one by one. Occasionally I would take a flower petal and place it in the candle’s flame. Alternatively you could make and burn sigils for this.

Let the water charge until the ritual candle finishes burning. I’m also going to charge it in the full moon light overnight. So by morning it’ll be ready to go!

That’s that! Feel free to change your recipe and theme to make it more personal to you! Let me know how this works for you, and happy full moon to you all 💕

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[jacquelinesurdellthings-blog]

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[tom-whore-dleston]

💖 - I'm way too curious (and gonna live the dream through you ,sorry). How was it meeting Simu? I would have totally died.

Feel the glamour in pink 💖 - the floor is yours to get to know me better, thirst over a hottie, talk about your day, etc.

Haha curiosity is welcome here!! But omg meeting the love of my life was an absolute dream come true 😍🥰 he was as beautiful, kind, and funny as I imagined him to be 🥹 I was so nervous to meet him that there were times where I almost started crying but the guy in line behind me was cool and kept me sane lmao

When it was finally time to meet him, I hid behind my book bc he looked right at me and I got shy 🙈🙈 and it felt like he was sizing me up I hope he thought I was sexy and wanted to gimme a 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 bahahaha so anyways he saw my shirt and he was like “oh what does your shirt say?” So I flaunted my shirt all extra and I’m pretty sure he got a kick out of it bc he was like “awww, ‘Shang-Chi’s girl’ I love it” and I was like 🥹👉🏽👈🏽❤️❤️

Then I asked him if we could do a ‘prom pose’ for our pic and he was totally down bc he was like “oh yeah absolutely!” So he was coming up behind me and I think he was about to hug me but then I grabbed his hands and pulled him closer to me. And when I tell you that everyone was shook, they were shook! The ppl in line, the photographer, even Simu was like 😳😱🤭 but Simu was into it bc he was like “oh okay we’re doing this, alright” bahahah and after taking the pic together he was all blushy and giggly and he was like “I love that prom pose 😊” and my dumbass was just so flustered I couldn’t say anything to him 😂 but then he asked me if I made the shirt myself bc he loved it and I told him no but I wish I did. Then he pulled me into a hug and said he loved the shirt 🥺👉🏽👈🏽😭 like I didn’t even have to ask him for a hug he fuckin gave me one and I just felt like I was floating on cloud 9. Tbh I still float on cloud 9 when I think about the experience 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

It’s not even funny how much I miss him. But I am at comic con this week, and he’s expected to be there! So hopefully I run into him again and I get another one of his teddy bear hugs 🥺😭💕🙏🏽

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