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dolcecherub · 17 days ago

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♡ pairing: oscar piastri x media manager!reader

♡ tags: social media manager reader, lowkey tension, deadpan oscar, pining oscar, frustrated reader lol, happy ending, fluff

♡ yap: this was inspired by this fic here by the lovely @papayainsectorone, they wrote this dynamic so well and the smut is *chefs kiss* i was craving more build up so here's my take on it :) honestly wasn't expecting to have another fic out so soon but i'm in the writing mood, so expect maybe some smut soon lol

♡ word count: 4.6k

Being Oscar Piastri’s social media manager sounded a hell of a lot cooler on paper.

The reality? A full-time position in pure damage control and editing.

It wasn’t that Oscar was a bad guy, quite the opposite actually. He was annoyingly likable. But in an industry of personalities so polished you could see your reflections in them, Oscar was… well, Oscar. Dry-humoured, mostly straight-faced, foreign with emojis aside from the simple smiley face. Not even a golden retriever puppy in a McLaren hoodie could crack a big smile from the man.

You had tried everything and it was quite easy to say that the last few months had been hell.

You wrote him fun captions, you scheduled posts, and briefed him before interviews. And yet he would still deadpan his way through as many interactions as he possibly could, switching up your pre-written captions for three-word ones. If you were lucky, maybe he’d add a song to it.

Once, in a fatal attempt, you had practically begged Oscar to do a TikTok trend. His response?

“I’d rather crash into a barrier and get stuck in a gravel trap.”

Still, you kept at it. You filtered photos, crafted witty tweets and captions, and edited videos for TikTok, so he at least looked 20% more charming and 100% engaged. But Oscar remained the same, calm, collected, and chronically unbothered.

It drove you crazy, and some part of you was convinced Oscar found joy in riling you up, the tension spiralling between you two.

Until one day, you just…stopped.

It was after an interview in which Oscar said, “Yeah, the car was good,” followed by a few simple remarks about the overall race and the car, even though you had specifically coached him on how to highlight the team’s efforts and the new upgrades. You sat there, watching the video on your laptop, the PR director sending you questioning looks. Something in you just gave up.

If Oscar didn’t care, why should you?

This time, instead of doubling down and trying harder to fix it, you shifted gears.

You kept running the socials, kept building out the calendar, kept coordinating cross-posts with sponsors. You threw yourself into season promos for some rookies, drafted killer captions for Lando (who did, in fact, appreciate them, often adding his own flair as well). Hell, you even helped restructure the entire engagement strategy for McLaren’s YouTube account. Your inbox was still flooded, deadlines still to be met. You were still good at your job, just focusing your attention elsewhere rather than bending over backwards for Oscar.

You still gave him the essentials. Posted his podium shots with a simple caption fit for him, uploaded interview clips without the usual fun editing. You stopped chasing him for quotes and thoughts, and generally stopped fighting for moments he didn’t want to give.

And weirdly enough, it all kept going.

Oscar didn’t change, of course, the fans still adored him, his dry wit, his blank expressions, the accidental charisma of someone who didn’t try at all, or didn’t have to. People enjoyed his slightly sarcastic comments post-race, and so what if his metrics slightly dipped? It’s not like he necessarily noticed it.

You still saw him every day, still worked around him, still made space for him on the schedule, but not in your head. Not in that quiet, careful way you used to. Perhaps you had gotten too close, you reeled. No more last-minute efforts to make him sound polished, no more staying late to re-edit his posts, not when you had better things to do for people who truly cared.

And if he noticed the shift, the quiet space you left where your effort used to live, he didn’t say a word. Which, somehow, was more than enough.

✧༺♥༻∞

It was a Thursday morning, and everything had been off.

You were running late, which, truthfully, rarely happened. A sponsor call had run longer than it should’ve, your usual transportation route taking a detour you were unaware of, and your badge wouldn’t scan at the main paddock gate. By the time you finally walked through the McLaren hospitality, your hair had been haphazardly clipped up, your phone was at 3%, and your brain was somewhere between caffeine withdrawal and a full-on system crash.

You exhaled sharply, finally getting a moment to catch your breath. You pulled open the media schedule to hopefully catch up before the day truly began, your head slightly spinning as you barely noticed the figure leaning against the wall.

Oscar.

He was dressed in team gear, the orange always sitting well with his skin tone as he had a basic black ball cap on and some shorts, his bag slung over his shoulder with a hand in his pocket. He looked casual, calm.

As per usual.

His other hand held out something to you as he walked closer. A coffee cup.

You looked up at him curiously, head tilting slightly as you lowered your tablet. “What’s this?”

“Coffee,” he said simply. “Obviously.”

You eyed it, seeing your name written on the side as your jaw twitched at his tone.

“...What kind of coffee?” You asked, his eyes roaming your face.

“Extra hot. Two sugars. Oat milk and a shot of caramel.” He said like it was nothing, as if he hadn’t just recited your exact order back to you, heart stammering against your chest.

You brought your hand up, taking it from him, fingers brushing his slightly. Your jaw nearly dropped with shock. Why hadn’t he listened like this during pre-interview briefings?

It was still warm to hold, still fresh. The lid was secured the way you always preferred, double cups, the lid pressed down tight with no drips at the seam.

You searched his face for expressions, “You got this for me?” You asked, albeit a silly question.

Oscar shrugged, arms crossing against his chest, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt, his eyes straying from yours. “You’re usually here earlier. Figured you didn’t have time to stop for one.” He said as if it meant nothing.

A beat passed, your heart skipping that exact beat.

You swallowed. “I didn’t.”

Another pause, your face flushing slightly.

“Thank you,” You said finally, voice far quieter than before.

He nodded, not smug, just acknowledging, as if that was the end of it. As if he hadn’t just undone a week’s worth of you convincing yourself that he didn’t notice you slipping away.

He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and added, “I wasn’t sure if it was oat or almond. Figured it was oat, you seem like it.”

You blinked, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. “Why?”

He gave you the faintest smirk, “Almond milk people always have something to prove.” He joked.

You huffed, surprised by the small, shaky breath of laughter it pulled out of you. Perhaps you did understand the population’s obsession with him.

Oscar turned to leave, no further acknowledgement, no comment on your attire or the lack of polish to your appearance this morning, no follow-up. Just the quietest moment between you two, the coffee in your hand warming your palm cozily, his smirk setting your pulse to quicken.

He didn’t look back.

Although it didn’t matter, because you were already watching him go, heart quietly pounding.

So he did notice.

Even when you thought he didn’t.

✧༺♥༻∞

A few weeks had passed, and you were getting yourself ready for the following race weekend. The past few weeks had been the same, doing more for others to keep yourself while keeping Oscar entertained with the bare minimum.

Now, it started with a headache.

Then came the chills, the sore throat, the kind of fatigue that sank into your bones like wet cement, weighing you down impossibly. You told yourself it was nothing, stress maybe, but by the time the race weekend rolled around, you couldn’t even sit up without your head spinning.

You did what you had to. You called in sick, feeling bad, although you had not done so before while working with the team.

Just one day, you told yourself. Just one race day. The team could surely handle it, you had pre-scheduled most of the posts anyway, as well as sending over any notes and ideas you had to the rest of the team to follow. And it wasn’t like Oscar would notice. He barely spoke to you when you were there anyway.

So you stayed in your hotel room, curtains drawn, laptop closed, and haphazardly thrown onto the armchair next to the bed. You had wrapped yourself in two blankets, your body settled with a chill that wouldn’t leave. You drifted in and out of sleep, vaguely aware of your phone buzzing a few times, your body far too sleepy to pay attention, let alone respond.

Around 6 p.m., there was a knock on the door.

You blinked, trying to figure out if it was in your room or a distant noise in the hall. You felt your stomach clench, mostly empty aside from a few pieces of toast from earlier in the afternoon and water.

Another knock sounded on the door. Firmer this time, followed by silence.

You dragged yourself up, wincing as the floor spun. You brushed your hair down slightly and wiped away any sleep from your eyes, your body shivering from the sudden chill after emerging from your blankets. You cracked the door open slowly, expecting the hotel staff, perhaps with a message from the team or even room service.

It was neither.

Oscar stood in front of you, simply dressed in a quarter zip and some jeans, his hair slightly tousled. He still looked calm, a medium sized brown paper bag in one hand and a plastic container in the other. You froze, so did he, though only for a second, just enough to make you think he hadn’t expected you to actually open the door.

“Hi,” you croaked, your throat aching and sore, raw from not speaking all day.

“You’ve sure seen better days, hm?,” he asked rhetorically, face deadpan.

You raised a brow, now feeling slightly embarrassed at the state he was seeing you in as you shamefully brushed your messy hair down as well as possible. “Thanks…”

“I meant it in a supportive way.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorway, suddenly feeling fairly light headed again, simply too tired to question what the hell was going on. “Why are you here?”

He shifted the bag in his hand, fixing his grip, eyes not meeting yours. “You didn’t show up today. You don’t not show up.”

You swallowed sorely, “I texted the team, told them I was sick.”

“Yeah,” he said, tone quiet, “but you didn’t text me.”

That shut you up.

Oscar cleared his throat, holding out the plastic container filled with soup. “It’s the one you always get when it’s cold, the one from the random organic store down the street. You know, the one with the weird green logo.”

Your chest tightened, his eyes trailing back up to yours.

“And I brought some ginger tea bags. And the gummy vitamins you always hoard in the media van.”

You stared at the bag in his hand, and then back up at him, his eyes dark, cheeks slightly pink, surely from being in the sun all day. “You walked across the paddock to get those?”

“They deliver. I’m not that heroic.” He joked. You knew as a matter of fact that they didn’t deliver, you had most definitely asked more than once before, but you supposed Oscar didn’t want to admit that he had done that for you.

You exhaled a half-laugh, quiet, slightly painful and unsteady.

Oscar looked at you, no smirk, no blank stare. Just something softer, eyes relaxed, something he could barely hold back.

“Can I come in?” he asked after a pause, “Just to make sure you don’t choke on soup or something.” He teased.

You stepped aside, far too tired to joke and too tired to pretend like you didn’t want to be taken care of.

He stepped in, toeing off his shoes, then settling the soup and the bag on the table tucked in the hotel corner. You crawled back into bed, body immediately collapsing into the fluffed sheets as you sniffled.

He walked around filling the room’s small kettle with some water before putting it to boil and opening up the soup container before bringing it and a spoon to the bedside table. You sleepily watched him quietly move around the room with a sense of ease, your heart aching at his actions. Hearing the kettle click, he grabbed a mug, opened up the tea bag case and popped one in before pouring in some water. Settling that beside you on the table, too, he finally glanced at you.

“Come on, sit up. At least eat some of the soup before you fall asleep,” Oscar spoke, voice soft and convincing as he settled down into the armchair next to the bed, making sure to move your laptop before sitting.

Pushing yourself up, you sat against the headboard, head spinning again. He passed you the soup, simply watching you eat as much as you could without feeling sick. Neither of you said anything, Oscar simply ensuring you were okay, passing you a napkin whenever you needed it.

Placing the empty container down on the bedside table, you wiped your sleeve across your mouth before sliding back down into bed. Oscar stood up, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders when you shifted with a wince as your eyes fluttered shut. His fingers brushed over your arm as he did, then simply brushing a few hairs off your forehead, your body shivering, not from the chill this time but rather from his touch.

“I’m fine,” you spoke, voice extremely rough but quiet.

He didn’t say anything. Just sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, hands now folded in his lap, his eyes flickering between you and the headboard as if he was doing anything to stop himself from looking at you for too long.

You were the one to break the silence, eyes still shut. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he said. You felt your breath catch for a second, mind drifting slowly to sleep.

“Thank you, Osc.” You mumbled quietly, words slurring from fatigue.

He hadn’t said anything after that. And so what if his gaze lingered a bit too long before he left that night? You would be none the wiser, head misty with sleep.

✧༺♥༻∞

Weeks later, at the start of a triple header, everything felt back to normal. Too normal. It grated your nerves more than ever.

Oscar was back to his usual self, low-effort captions, brushing off most interview questions with short answers, and ignoring half of your content ideas. After you had thought you’d made at least some progress, you found yourself rubbing your temple in frustration after he refused to film a “Pre-race ritual” TikTok a few sponsors had requested.

You found him in the garage, talking to a mechanic, most likely about race strats. If only he spoke to the media with such enthusiasm. You walked towards him angrily, your tablet hanging at your fingertips, face flushed with anger.

“Oscar, may I speak with you, please?” You asked, tone stern and straight to the point.

His brows knitted together with confusion, the mechanic patting his arm twice before walking away. He tilted his head, following behind you as you led him to a meeting room. You closed the door, setting the tablet down on the desk before turning back to face Oscar, arms crossing angrily against your chest. You leaned back against the desk, staring him down momentarily before speaking.

“Why do you make this so hard?” You huffed, voice cracking slightly. You hate that it cracked.

“Make what hard?” He asked, mirroring your body language.

“This!” You said waving your arms around for emphasis. “Your image, your career. I bust my ass trying to make you look even remotely engaged in sponsorships and media day, and yet you act like you’re allergic to enthusiasm.” You ramble exasperatedly, catching your breath before you continue. “And then- then you go and do these little things, like buying me coffee or taking care of me when I’m sick. I’m not stupid Oscar, I know you’re not oblivious. You notice things, you care. But you pretend like you don’t and it’s… infuriating.”

He was quiet, not blinking, eyes still holding your gaze. He walked closer, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face before returning to his crossed-arm position, just now closer to you. Your heart pounded at his proximity.

The silence between you was heavy, suffocating almost.

“I don’t let people see it because once they do, they expect more. They expect a reaction every time a little blip happens. And I’m not good at more.”

You stared up at him, lips parted slightly.

“I didn’t grow up under the impression of needing to be liked.” He spoke, eyes searching yours. “I wanted to drive. I wanted to win. But now, I’ve got people picking apart every expression, every quote, hell everything I don’t say. And you-you come into my life like this force to be reckoned with. You clean up my messes, making me look far better than I am. And it terrifies me.” He admitted truthfully.

He exhaled as though he hadn’t meant to say that last part, but it was too late now.

“You make me want to try. Even though I don’t know how. And I hate that I let you do everything alone, I’m sorry I don��t cooperate more. I hate that I don’t say thank you when I should. I hate that I barely show what I feel because I’m scared that once I do, it’ll matter too much. That people will always want that, and I won’t be able to deliver.” Oscar spoke frantically.

Your breath caught, heart aching for being mean to him originally. “Oscar…”

He continued, “I noticed when you stopped trying so hard,” He admitted, voice softer as he took a step closer. “And it scared the shit out of me because I thought that meant you were done. That I had pushed you too far. And if I lost you…I don’t know what I’d do.”

And for the first time, you felt as though Oscar hadn’t just meant in terms of work.

You stood still, heart hammering against your ribs.

He stepped forward once more, practically caging you against the desk and himself.

“I brought you coffee because I know you can barely function without it in the morning. I remember your order because you complained about the barista using a shot of vanilla instead of caramel once. I remember you like it extra hot because it keeps your hands warm while you’re out. I brought you soup because I know you hate being alone when you’re sick. I pay attention, even if I don’t always know what to say, but I do care, okay? Far more than I’ve let on.” He expressed, eyes fluttering across your face. “Maybe more than I should.” He confessed quietly, cheeks lightly flushing.

You stared at him, awestruck. The boy who never flinched on track, now looking completely exposed.

You reached a hand towards him, pulling them away from his chest and placing them next to you on the desk, his body leaning slightly forward.

And in a quiet, breaking voice, you said, “Then say it, tell me.” You plead.

His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“I care about you,” his voice hoarse with emotion. “Not just because you make my life easier, even if I don’t make yours any easier,” he joked with a sarcastic huff before continuing. “Not just because you’re brilliant at your job. Because I care about you. And I think I’ve been falling for you since the day you yelled at me for skipping media day.”

The silence returned, your body flushing at the confession and your breath hitched slightly.

“You make me want to be better. Not just for the press. For you. Because when you’re around, I don’t feel like some machine for the media to chew up and spit out. I feel like maybe I’m someone worth showing up for.” He confessed, arms encaging you against the desk as his head leaned down slightly.

Then quieter, “I know I’ve been difficult. I don’t say enough, but I’m saying it now. I care, I care about you. I want you here. Not because you fix things, but because I love having you around.” He reiterated, you felt as though you hadn’t spoken in ages, none of the right words coming to mind.

Your throat tightened.

And suddenly, the frustration, the exhaustion, the weeks worth of wondering if he even noticed you slipping away, all cracked away and spilled into something else.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment as you broke away. He took a step back, head whipping towards the door as your breath caught up to you.

Work awaited you.

✧༺♥༻∞

Days had passed, the paddock was winding down for the night.

You had migrated from your desk to one of the couches in the corner of the hospitality unit, half-heartedly editing clips from Oscar’s earlier media rounds to hopefully post the following morning. Your headphones sat around your neck, untouched. The screen glowed, but your eyes glazed over somewhere between the third and fourth timestamp.

You hadn’t talked about the confession since it happened, but your mind kept drifting back to him. The look on his face and the way his voice sounded.

You’d both gone back to work like professionals. He gave more thoughtful answers during interviews. You polished his media presence like always, job slightly easier nowadays. But under every interaction with him sat this new charged silence, one that said something happened and neither of you had figured out what it meant yet.

Then came a quiet knock from the doorframe.

Oscar.

He wasn’t in race gear anymore, not even team gear, just a hoodie, slightly damp at the sleeves, his hair tousled from his post-session shower. He looked…normal, cozy if you would. Not a headline, or a race statistic, or a social media puzzle for people to pick apart.

Just him.

“You busy?” He asked, walking closer anyway.

“A little,” you blinked, watching him intently.

He stepped closer, sitting on the couch across from you, silent for a moment, before wordlessly placing a bag on the table between you, sliding it towards you.

Your brows furrowed curiously, “What is this?”

“Some takeout, I figured you hadn’t eaten in a while since most places on the track are closed by now. It’s the fried rice you like and some of those weird seaweed chips you eat when you’re stressed.” He explained, cheeks flushing slightly pink.

You paused, still in awe of the fact that he noticed. “You remembered.” you spoke, leaning forward to untie the bag and pulling out the bag of chips, a soft smile crossing your face.

He didn’t look at you, eyes wandering the room. “It wasn’t hard.”

Your chest tightened.

You pushed your laptop aside, slowly looking at him. There was something in the way his shoulders tensed, the slight crease in his brow. As though he was trying to say something without saying it too fast, or too wrong.

“Oscar-”

“I keep thinking about what you said. About how you care and how I didn’t give you anything back.” He swallowed thickly. Your breath caught but you stayed quiet.

He looked up at you then, and for once he didn’t look guarded or sarcastic. He looked nervous.

“I kept thinking if I acted like I didn’t need anyone, I couldn’t lose anything. But I think maybe I lost a little bit of you already, and fuck, I don’t want to keep doing that.”

You felt your eyes sting unexpectedly as you blinked quickly.

“I don’t expect you to fix me up or stay just because I suddenly decided to show up. But I meant it all. I care. About all of it, about you. I was worried if I said the wrong thing, I’d ruin the only good thing I actually gave a shit about.”

“I’ve been trying to show it,” he went on, voice tighter now. “In the ways I can, but I don’t know if it’s enough. And it’s driving me fucking insane wondering if I’ve missed my chance”

Your heart beat a little too loudly in your chest.

He ran a stressed hand through his hair, “I keep thinking about how close I could’ve been to losing you. It’s not just about work, it never has been.” His eyes met yours, raw and serious. “It’s you. I don’t want to go through another race weekend without knowing if you’re mine. If this thing between us is real or if I’ve just been imagining it.”

The room went still.

You stood slowly, every nerve in your body on fire, the air between you wound so tight it could snap.

“You didn’t miss your chance,” you said, your voice barely a breath. You walked towards him, now standing next to him sat on the couch, within arm’s reach.

A pause, his jaw clenching as though something had finally broken.

He reached for you, pulling you closer with a hand on your waist as he stood up. Oscar towered over you now, arms snaking around you comfortably as your hands came up to rest on his chest.

He leaned down, breath fanning your face as his nose nudged yours. Then, he kissed you. Lips landing on yours like they had waited months.

Tension bled out of both of you like a flood. His mouth was warm and searching, far too much restraint pent up as his teeth gnashed teasingly against your bottom lip. You stood slightly on your tiptoes to reach him better, a hand sliding up from his chest into his hair, tugging lightly as he groaned.

It was far from perfect, you stumbled slightly unbalanced as his hands shook against your hip, but it was real. Honest and a little desperate. You slid your tongue against Oscar’s lip, his own poking out to meet yours. He licked into your mouth, hand tightening against your hip as you whined.

You pulled back slightly, nose still pressed against his breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that since my second week on the job,” You admitted, lips curling into a smile.

He huffed a soft laugh. “Took me that long to stop pretending I didn’t”

You smiled, brushing your fingers along the curve of his neck, lightly scratching the hair at the nape of his neck as he shivered. “So what now?”

“Now I stop pretending, full stop.” He spoke, no hesitation. “And I get to flirt with my media manager.” He joked, a small smirk settling on his face.

You giggled softly, feeling the weight of that promise, simple and sincere, You leaned into him, body warming at his words.

“Let me take you home,” He spoke softly, mouth near your ear as he whispered as if trying to keep it a secret between you two.

You shuddered at his words, biting your lip before facing him again. You nodded slowly at him, eyes lighting with excitement. He smiled at you sweetly, placing another small kiss on your lips before letting you go to pack up.

Everything seemed to be exactly where it was meant to be, and you felt your heart settle happily at how the night turned out.

✧༺♥༻∞

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svt-luna · 2 months ago

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

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

wc: 16.3k

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

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

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

S.COUPS & LUNA ─── CheolNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first Impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “I’m craving iced americano.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

Seungcheol (without blinking): “Luna.”

Joshua (offended): “Try again.”

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

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

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

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

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

iv. CONTACTS

cheollie baby & jiyeonie baby

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures

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

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

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

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

“It’s cute,” Luna says.

“We’re cute,” Seungcheol followed.

JEONGHAN & LUNA ─── JeongNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

Jeonghan introduced himself and the rest was history.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna (proud): “Yeah, I handled it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeonghan is her safe space. Luna is his constant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeonghan: “No. But we might.”

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeonghan raises one eyebrow: Save me.

Luna tugs her ear: I’m done here.

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

Luna mimics Jeonghan’s breathing during anxiety attacks.

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

just their entire relationship in general.

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

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

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

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

JeongNa in its entirety is iconic.

iii. NICKNAMES

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

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

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

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

iv. CONTACTS

my angel boy🪽 & my pretty moon🌙

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

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

JOSHUA & LUNA ─── JoshNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

Joshua: “Cool. We’ll get along.”

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

their arguments sound like royal debates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “You’re a crime scene.”

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

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

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

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

Joshua: “Oh we’re TALKING about it.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

speaking in English when gossiping or trauma dumping.

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s Nicknames for Joshua:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Joshua’s Nicknames for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

prince joshie & princess jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

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

JUN & LUNA ─── JunJi

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence.

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

they are each other’s emotional support weirdos.

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

Jun: “She said she wants dumplings.”

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Jun:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Jun’s nicknames for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

moon #1 & moon #2

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

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

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

HOSHI & LUNA ─── SoonYeon

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

supporting each other’s weird interests 3000%.

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

‘Horanghae Nation President’ = Luna’s title.

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

Hoshi: (tiny roar) “grrr” 🥺

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

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

Hoshi: “NO, IT’S JUST MY EYE SWEAT.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Hoshi:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Hoshi’s nicknames for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

shi-shi & ji-ji

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WONWOO & LUNA ─── WonNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wonwoo: (smirking) “It should be.”

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

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

Luna: (grinning) “Correct, Woo.”

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

Luna: (mocking) “Dad, it’s fineee.”

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Wonwoo

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Wonwoo’s nickname for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

wonie & trouble

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

WOOZI & LUNA ─── LuZi

i. OVERVIEW:

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sharing drafts and lyric ideas late at night.

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Woozi:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Woozi’s nickname for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

jihoonie & jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

THE8 & LUNA ─── LuHao

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

Minghao, blinking at her: “Why…girl?”

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

Luna: “Exactly. Manifest it.”

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “Facts.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tea time— Minghao taught Luna traditional Chinese tea rituals.

Luna: “So no milk? No sugar??”

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

ranking tea quality like they’re Michelin judges.

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Minghao:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Minghao’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie, Xiao Jiyeon (Little Jiyeon), Chaos Twin

iv. CONTACTS

twinie hao-hao & twinie jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

found during a 3AM Pinterest deep dive together.

Minghao, pointing: “This…is us.”

Luna: “No lies detected.”

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

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

Luna: “This is our thing.”

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

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

MINGYU & LUNA ─── MingNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first Impression vs now:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mingyu (grinning wide): “Always.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

golden retriever x doberman dynamic to the MAX.

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

Mingyu: “Can I hug you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “Gyu-Gyu, I’m kinda hungry—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mingyu: “11/10. Wife material.”

Luna (laughing): “You’re so biased.”

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

Luna: “Sit next to me, Gyu.”

Mingyu (sitting immediately): “Okay!”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ most iconic shared moments:

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

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES:

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nicknames for Mingyu:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Mingyu’s nicknames for Luna:

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

iv. CONTACTS

Gyu-Gyu & Lu-Lu

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

DK & LUNA ─── SeokNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

Dokyeom: “You gonna cry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “Shh, this is Oscar-worthy.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Dokyeom:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Dokyeom’s nickname for Luna:

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

iii. CONTACTS

chill guy kyeomie & drama queen supreme jiyeonie

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

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

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

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

SEUNGKWAN & LUNA ─── KwanNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

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

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

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luna: “Say less.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

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

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

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

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

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

iii. NICKNAMES

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

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

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

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

iv. CONTACTS

baby boo & noona bae

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

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

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

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

Luna’s pic: her viral cringing side-eye from that one chaotic interview where she was asked a questionable question. her expression screams, “I want to evaporate.”

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

only a few times. from normal to chaotic. and now, these meme profiles are locked in for life. “We peaked with these,” Luna said. “There’s no going back.”

VERNON & LUNA ─── SolNa

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

the ‘unbothered sibling duo’— where Vernon is calm incarnate and Luna is the effortlessly cool older sister who enables him like it’s a sport. they’re like if Tumblr soft grunge and a meme account became friends and spoke exclusively in sarcastic monotone.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

Luna spotted Vernon on day 1 and immediately went, “That child is a Disney prince in the wrong country.” she was 1000% convinced he was a child actor flown in for some campaign. “He could play baby Peter Pan or, like, young DiCaprio,” she once whispered to Jeonghan. Vernon, on the other hand, just blinked at her in soft confusion. “She was cool. A little scary. Kind of like a fashionable librarian who secretly knows your secrets” now? they’re those siblings who act like they’re not close in public but absolutely have a shared Dropbox folder of unhinged memes.

Luna: “You were literally adorable. What happened?”

Vernon: “I evolved.”

Luna: “NPC energy. Love that for you.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ how they got close:

it started with Korean lessons— Vernon, having lived in Korea longer than most people realized, would help Luna with the finer points of grammar while she bullied him with affection. he’d be quietly correcting her intonation while she was pinching his cheeks and calling him ‘Nonnie.’ their bond strengthened through Luna’s unchecked cuteness aggression and Vernon’s quiet tolerance of it. over time, he just… let her. even leaned into it. they found rhythm in late-night practice rooms and early vocal drills, with Luna sometimes bringing snacks and Vernon occasionally sharing obscure playlists.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

imagine static noise but with swag. they are the human equivalent of lo-fi beats in AirPods during a fire drill. both are the calmest— if Hoshi is the chaos incarnate and Seungkwan is the dramatic middle child, Vernon is the too-quiet youngest they forget in the car sometimes. Luna enables his spacey behavior, sometimes joining in with a blank stare when he zones out. their shared silence is loud. their mutual confusion is telepathic.

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

they talk like frat bros with unfinished liberal arts degrees. “Bro,” “Dude,” “Yo,” and “Deadass” pepper their conversations even when they’re literally discussing skincare routines. they can sit in the same room, headphones in, no eye contact, and still walk out knowing everything about each other’s day. they thrive in casual, mundane chaos. if a camera filmed them, the subtitles would just say “[Vibing in silence].” half the group’s memes are from overhearing the weird shit these two say to each other.

Vernon: “Bro, did you seen the new A24 trailer?”

Luna: “Yeah. I teared up. Didn’t even know what it was about.”

Vernon: “A vibe is a vibe.”

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

Vernon brings out Luna’s: apathetic humor and laid-back side. around him, she doesn’t have to be the perfectionist, the older sister— she can just be. no makeup, hoodie on, glassy-eyed, laughing at some Reddit post. with him, she unplugs.

Luna brings out Vernon’s: social muscle memory— he’ll engage more, talk more, show more expression. she coaxes out that hidden playful side of him he saves for people who ‘get it.’ with Luna, he jokes more, lets himself be dramatic, lets his dry humor flourish. their dynamic is one of mutual soft-core trolling.

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

Vernon for Luna: is the soft reset button. the non-judgmental sounding board she goes to when she wants to scream but doesn’t want advice. he listens, offers a “that’s rough, dude” and somehow it’s perfect.

Luna for Vernon: is the older sister he never had— who doesn’t force hugs, but will threaten to fight anyone who disrespects him. she hypes him up in private, embarrasses him in public, and has no concept of personal space. and he lets her, because deep down, it’s grounding.

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

late-night playlist swaps where they both try to out-hipster each other with SoundCloud finds.

watching obscure movies and rating them like they’re on Letterboxd, even though Vernon actually is on Letterboxd and Luna just bullshits reviews.

Luna: “This movie was like if depression had Wi-Fi.”

Vernon: “That’s actually so real.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

“NPC behavior” is what Luna calls it when Vernon does something suspiciously neutral. he leans into it now.

Luna once ranted to him and all Vernon replied to her was “honestly same” which strangely made her feel better and burst out laughing, so now they say “honestly same” here and there.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

they text each other memes, then proceed to not reply for three days.

Luna ‘borrows’ his hoodies constantly and he lets her because “you wear them more than I do.”

Luna: “Why do I have six of your hoodies?”

Vernon: “Idk. I assume you needed them spiritually.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

a behind-the-scenes clip where Luna is fixing Vernon’s hair mid-interview, completely deadpan, while he’s talking about something existential. the video went viral with the caption “siblings who don’t speak but know everything.”

their accidental twinning moment during a music show when they both showed up in oversized neutral outfits and the stylists told them they looked like a matched set from an H&M ad.

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Vernon:

Hansolie, Sol, Nonnie, Indie Kid, “Jack. Jack, come back.” (whenever she wants to tease him)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Vernon’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie Noona, Luna Noona, My Dude

iv. CONTACTS

hansolie & jiyeonie noona

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

they just stuck with what they called each other. that’s just how they are together.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Vernon’s pic: a blue monogram ‘H’ poster from the phone’s default contact settings.

Luna’s pic: a pink ‘J’ monogram poster from the phone’s default contact settings. Luna could’ve forced a funny photo on him like she did with Woozi, but with Vernon, the nonchalantness was the bit. the lack of chaos was its own inside joke. Luna demanded color coordination at the very least. it’s the only contact in his phone with anything other than the default grey.

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

they’ve changed phones. changed numbers. but the contact stayed the same.

DINO & LUNA ─── LuChan

i. OVERVIEW

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ dynamic in one sentence:

the ‘overinvested mom and her youngest son who can do no wrong’ — Luna spoils him senseless and Dino eats that up like it’s a five-star buffet. she mothers him without shame, he lets her without guilt. JeongNa’s eternally babied maknae.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ first impression vs. now:

the first time Luna saw Chan, he was all eyes and smile. he wasn’t even the youngest trainee, but to her? he felt like the youngest— something in the way he bounced into the room like a puppy in socks made her immediately want to adopt him. meanwhile, Chan was in awe. there was something about Luna that felt larger-than-life, like she belonged on the biggest stage already. and he latched on from the jump— an eager sponge, watching her every move and mimicking her dance style in the mirrors when she wasn’t looking. she caught him once and never let it go.

now? Luna still sees him as her baby. Dino doesn’t argue. if anything, he weaponizes it. she’ll pinch his cheeks and go, “My baby dinosaur’s so cute!” and he’ll shoot finger guns and wink: “Only for you, Noona.” barf.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ now they got close:

dance was the bridge. while their styles were wildly different— Dino sharp, precise, hungry; Luna fluid, confident, storytelling-heavy— they admired each other’s craft deeply. they’d stay after training hours just watching each other dance and throwing critiques like “You hit that too hard,” or “You can melt more here.” eventually, these post-practice sessions turned into deep talks about dance inspirations, childhoods, dreams, and why they started. From there, it was over. Dino had his idol and his mentor. Luna had her favorite child.

ii. DYNAMIC

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ energy together:

the definition of a loud mother and her son who uses it to his advantage. Dino is the fourth and youngest child of JeongNa, and it shows. while Luna is loud, dramatic, and endlessly affectionate, Dino matches it with a mischievous calm. he’s goofy around her, playful, constantly poking at her dramatic outbursts just to see how big she’ll go.

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

it’s babying central. she’ll cook for him, fluff his hair, call him beautiful 15 times in a row, and Dino will just grin, cheeks stuffed, letting it happen. he thrives in the spotlight of her attention. they hype each other up so loudly their members have walked in and walked right out multiple times. they speak in compliments and giggles. she gets his inner child. he gets her inner nurturer.

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

Dino brings out Luna’s: hyper-maternal instincts in ways no one else can. she’s always mothering people, but with Dino, it’s full send. she’ll rearrange her schedule just to make sure she’s at his solo stage recording. she’s cried at his dance practices like an actual proud mom.

Luna brings out Dino’s: softest sides— the childlike joy he sometimes hides under his professional persona. with her, he doesn’t have to be the ‘future of K-pop.’ He can just be Channie. the baby. the goof. the kid who dances because it makes him feel alive.

“You always make me feel like I can do anything,” he once told her. “That’s ‘cause you can, baby.” Luna replied.

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

Dino for Luna: he’s her emotional support dance child. watching him succeed feels like proof that she did something right. he’s also her eternal mood booster— his texts alone can flip her out of a spiral.

Luna for Dino: She’s part mother, part older sister, part hypewoman, part bestie, part therapist— an all-in-one emotional protein shake. he goes to her when he’s stuck, when he’s down, or when he’s proud and needs to show off. she’s his emotional safety net.

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

dance battles where they intentionally copy each other’s styles.

cooking together (badly). they once tried making japchae and nearly set the stovetop on fire.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ inside jokes / recurring bits:

Luna calls Dino’s solo dance parts “his power ranger transformation moment” every single time.

Dino once sent Luna a video of a literal baby tripping and said, “Me whenever you’re not around, just so you know.” She cried laughing and made it his birthday card.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ routines / habits:

Luna always messages Dino “good luck” before any solo activity. Dino always replies “For Noona!” like he’s running into battle.

Dino drags Luna to check his choreo drafts. She pretends she’s going to critique harshly, but always ends up gasping and saying, “You’re a genius.”

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ their most iconic shared moments:

that one viral moment during a behind-the-scenes footage where Luna screamed “THAT’S MY BABY!!!” during Dino’s rehearsal and made him turn bright red.

the time Luna threatened to fight a sasaeng on Weverse for stalking Dino. “You mess with him, I mess with your future. Say hi to your principal for me.”

iii. NICKNAMES

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Luna’s nickname for Dino:

Channie, Baby Dinosaur, My Baby

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Dino’s nickname for Luna:

Jiyeonie Noona, Eomma Luna, My #1 fan, Mommy Dinosaur

iv. CONTACTS

my baby dinosaur & my jiyeonie noona

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact names:

very self explanatory. he’s her baby, he’s Dino and she is his only Noona.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ stories behind the contact pictures:

Dino’s pic: a literal baby photo of Dino with his cheeks puffed out. she refuses to change it.

Luna’s pic: a baby pic of her with her short bob and bangs and a shy smile on her face.

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

not in years. the nicknames and baby pics have remained consistent across multiple phones, even after backups. neither of them have the heart to change it. “Why mess with perfection?” Luna says. Dino just grins and replies, “Exactly.”

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majikkulu · 10 months ago

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✮ libra placements are funny because they’re either super chill to the point of not moving all day, or they’re cleaning everything in sight like their life depends on it. there’s rarely a middle ground. it’s either “vibe and relax” or “everything must be perfect now.”

✮ aquarius placements are the kind of people who will casually drop the weirdest, most random thought ever and act like it’s totally normal. their brain just works in unexpected ways, and they kinda live to surprise people with the stuff they come up with whether it’s super deep or just flat-out bizarre.

✮ if you’ve got an aquarius moon in the 12th house, you probably don’t even know how to explain what you're feeling half the time or maybe you just don’t want to. you tend to keep your emotions locked away and process things alone, which can make you feel isolated. it’s hard to let people in, even when you want to.

✮ moon conjunct neptune feels like being on an emotional rollercoaster in a fog. you’re super intuitive and sensitive to energy, but it can get overwhelming real quick. sometimes you don’t even know what’s your feelings vs what you’ve picked up from everyone else. it’s a lot.

✮ chiron in the 11th house can make you feel like the odd one out in group settings. you might struggle with friendships or feel like people never fully accept you. toxic social dynamics, betrayal, and feeling left out might be a theme. but weirdly, you often attract other “outsiders” too kind of like finding your people through the pain.

✮ capricorn venus gives off “i don’t need anyone” energy, but deep down, they’re just scared of getting hurt again. they take their time with love, and you really have to earn their trust. but once they let you in, they’re all in. loyal, dependable, and will literally do anything for you.

✮ leo moons or people with their moon in the 5th are the definition of “main character energy” when it comes to emotions. they feel everything loudly. joy, anger, sadness and they usually need some kind of creative or dramatic outlet to let it all out. they can get super emotional and need validation too.

✮ jupiter in the 7th house = the “i’ve had a few situationships” placement. you might go through lots of different types of relationships. not just for the romance, but to grow and learn. you’re open to exploring love from all kinds of people and places, and that gives you a really rich dating history.

✮ mars in the 10th house people are built for careers where they can take charge and make moves. they’ve got ambition, drive, and usually end up in high-energy fields. think military, law enforcement, or anything that involves action and leadership.

✮ venus conjunct mars gives off major hot person energy. like, people just notice you. there’s something magnetic about your vibe even if you’re not traditionally “attractive,” you’ve got something that draws people in. others either crush hard on you or get lowkey jealous.

✮ venus in gemini or libra tends to get clingy. not in a bad way, just in a “i need you to talk to me 24/7” way. they thrive on connection and need that constant back-and-forth to feel close to someone. they’re big on attention and affection.

✮ gemini mars has way more sexual energy than people expect. they’re curious, open-minded, and probably have a long list of specific turn-ons. they can talk the talk and walk the walk. very flirty and into exploring all kinds of experiences.

✮ taurus venus does not play when it comes to love. they can be super protective (and yeah, a little jealous). they want loyalty and consistency, and they hold on tight to the people they love. sometimes too tight. they just need to feel safe and secure.

✮ uranus conjunct ascendant usually means you’ve got a look or vibe that makes people turn their heads. something about you stands out. maybe it’s your style, your energy, or the way you carry yourself. you’re full of surprises, and people never really know what to expect from you.

✮ when someone has planets in your 12th house, things can get... weird. sometimes they secretly dislike you or carry hidden resentment. they might pretend to be cool with you but hold onto grudges or act shady behind the scenes. not always, but it’s definitely something to keep an eye on. watch what you share. some of them could flip it on you later and play the victim.

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maenefa · 6 months ago

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So I’m thinking more about Peter Jackson and his inexplicable hatred for Gondor… I have never figured out why he (or more specifically Philippa Boyens) put this “Virgin Gondor, Chad Rohan” dynamic in the films.

It’s not just that they demonize Denethor, they also sanitize everything dubious about Theoden…

Remember the poignant funeral scene where Theoden weeps for his son and says “no parent should have to bury their child”? That was invented for the movie! Theoden never really mourns his son in the book. It’s actually quite odd and disturbing, the lack of emotion he shows. I don’t even know what Tolkien was trying to imply there.

Denethor is the one who grieves inconsolably for his sons in the book. But the movie downplays the heartbreaking, sincere nature of Denethor’s grief for Faramir. And his grief for Boromir is depicted as something harmful and self-indulgent.

We are supposed to admire movie Theoden for overcoming his terrible grief and choosing to keep fighting (unlike crazy evil Denethor) but in the book he doesn’t grieve openly at all! He shows some grief when he hears about Boromir’s death, but he is weirdly silent about his son Theodred.

Then there’s the Wormtongue issue. In the movie, Theoden is literally possessed by Saruman, which suggests that he is merely an innocent victim of Wormtongue. But in the book it’s unclear if there is actual magic involved: Theoden has chosen to listen to a bad advisor, and he bears some responsibility for trusting Wormtongue and ignoring Eomer. Book Theoden gets an actual redemption arc; movie Theoden hasn’t even done anything wrong!

Another thing that is BURNING ME UP after my latest re-read of LotR:

The infamous tomato scene.

We never actually see Denethor eating in the book. However, Denethor makes sure that Pippin and Faramir have food and wine during their meetings with him. Like… according to the fandom Denethor is supposed to be the Most Abusive Dad Ever, but after Faramir’s traumatic escape from the Ringwraiths he gets Faramir next to a warm fire and gives him wine and bread before he asks him any questions. Yeah, they have a nasty argument and say some hurtful things to each other, but their fight is bracketed with these quiet expressions of Denethor caring about Faramir.

The sheer perversity of turning Denethor, who sleeps in his armor so he doesn’t get soft—but makes sure that his guests are taken care of!—into a selfish glutton in a fur-trimmed robe who gobbles roast chicken and slurps wine in front of Pippin while he is sending Faramir on a suicide mission… um… yeah. I can’t be normal about this.

#denethor #tolkien #lotr #theoden #denethor defense

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baphometsss · 5 months ago

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I'm also going kind of insane over the romance description for Solas in the customise Inquisitor section of the CC. Like what do you mean 'even the Dread Wolf did not know what it would mean to fall in love'?? I'm frothing at the mouth!!!!

I mean, now it's had a few months to stew, it actually makes perfect sense. Solas doesn't seem to forge relationships in the same way as an elf as he did as a spirit. We know he loved Mythal and Felassan, but his relationships with both had rather different dynamics. Mythal had known him for the longest, and understood his spirit nature better than anyone. They spent a long time reflecting each others' spirits back and forth. Felassan we can assume was another Wisdom spirit (going by his eye colour), which once again tracks because Solas seems to connect with other Wisdom spirits very intensely. Nonetheless, there's a distance between them; they need each other and they share a common cause, and although Solas loved Felassan dearly, he was still able to kill him in The Masked Empire.

However, the thing that these two relationships have in common is that they both relate to Solas's spirit-self. All the dynamics are some kind of echo of how he behaved and related as a spirit. The person he is at the beginning of DAI is who he has been for a very long time. He is, despite everything, a little stagnant.

With the Inquisitor, he literally doesn't have a choice but to change, to connect not just as a spirit but as a man. Prior to that though... remember how spirits are asexual, like Cole is if you don't make him more human? Yeah. I don't doubt that Solas had physical relations with others after manifesting, but I think the feelings would've been absent as he doesn't connect romantically with them; a legacy from his spirit self, which he clings to dearly.

Weirdly enough, I think that this lack of romantic or relationship experience is what the romance in Inquisition actually hinges on. He's only able to take that chance specifically because he doesn't know what romantic love feels like. He may be a manifested Wisdom spirit, but this is something that must be experienced to be understood. He takes the chance in the end because he doesn't know how deeply it will affect him. Also as Wisdom, he can't help but be curious anyway. Clearly he underestimated how much of an impact it would have on him. He didn't expect to be known and loved so fully for who he was, after a life of being forced away from his purpose, who he truly wanted to be. To be given the space to exist as Wisdom is one thing, and certainly it would've been enough for him to maintain his love for his friends in the Inquisition alone, but to be loved for it? To be able to express these new, very earthly and yet somehow still spiritual feelings of love? Everything lining up, singing the same? Things he could never have experienced as a spirit? It's a union of the spirit and body that he likely never felt before. That has to have been overwhelming, a beautiful gift he never expected to receive. 'In all Thedas I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention from the Fade'--quite literally, 'I never thought I would want such an earthly thing'. I'm not surprised he almost threw away his plans for it. It's like a whole new world opening up.

It also makes his 'I would not have you see what I become' line more poignant. He doesn't want this beautiful, unique thing he's found to be marred by the actions he will take. He doesn't want his heart to see the wounds in his soul. So when the Inquisitor says they want to join him, it literally stuns him. When he warns them that he's got a lot of terrible things waiting for him in the Fade, it's his last, weak attempt to make them reconsider before they see the wounds on his soul laid bare. By responding that it won't be so bad if they're with him, the Inquisitor is also saying that being together will heal him, that those wounds will not be so terrible when shared.

That line from the elven poem Trick wrote from Solas to Lavellan: 'do not be sad, my heart, our love's endurance is a blessing, our love will be our joy' everything is so new to him brb crying :'<

#solas #solavellan #lavellan #dragon age

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octaneink · 4 months ago

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Could you do some dating willne headcannons or some willne smut but like in an established relationship? I’m obsessed with your fics, I swear I’ve read them so much I could recite them from memory 😭😭

Ahhh thank you so much for the kind words! I'm really happy that you like what I've written. I've never done headcannons or write smut lol so bear with me. I don't really know how to write smut ngl so I hope you like the spice (I think thats spicy? I don't know) at the end, I've never really written anything lke that before so I hope its...realistic?

Warning for some steamy stuff at the end!

Dating Will Lenney Headcanons

Playful Banter

In your relationship with Will, playful banter is the base of your dynamic, and he uses it to keep things light, fun, and endlessly entertaining. Whether you’re curled up on the couch, out for a walk, or in the middle of a mundane task, Will’s teasing is a constant—a reminder of how much he adores you.

He’s the kind of person who can’t resist poking fun at your quirks, but it’s always done with so much affection that it never feels mean-spirited. For example, if you’re watching one of your favourite romantic series for the hundredth time, he’ll lean over with a smirk and say, “Oh, this again? Let me guess—they’ll hate each other, then fall in love, and you’ll cry even though you know exactly how it ends.” But then he’ll stay right there beside you, secretly enjoying how much you love it—and secretly enjoying the series himself. He’d never admit it out loud, but he’s grown fond of the predictable charm of your go-to media.

Will’s teasing isn’t just one-sided, though. I think he’d love it if you gave as good as you get. If you catch him singing off-key in the shower, you’ll absolutely call him out on it. “Wow, I didn’t know cats could sing opera,” or something, and he’ll laugh so hard he almost slips. Or if he’s trying to fix something around the house, and it goes wrong, you’ll be there with a camera and a sarcastic comment like, “Handyman of the year, everyone.” He’ll pretend to be offended, but the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

The best part is how his teasing always comes with an undercurrent of love. He’ll joke about your “weirdly specific and unnecessarily complex” coffee order, but he’ll still remember it perfectly and surprise you with it on a rough day. And if anyone else dares to tease you, he’s quick to jump to your defence, proving that his playful jabs are reserved for him alone.

Your banter becomes a language of its own—a way to say “I love you” without actually saying it. It’s in the way he grins when you roll your eyes at his jokes, the way he nudges you gently when you’re being stubborn. The way he always knows exactly how to make you laugh, even on your worst days. With Will, every day feels like a game, and you’re both winning.

Supportive Partner

In your relationship with Will, his unwavering support is one of the things you cherish most. He’s not just your partner—he’s your biggest cheerleader, your hype man, and your safe haven all rolled into one. No matter what you’re going through, whether it’s chasing a dream, tackling a new challenge, or just having a rough day, Will is always there to lift you up and remind you of your worth.

When you decide to try something new—whether it’s skating, learning an instrument, or even something as simple as baking a complicated recipe—Will will be the first to encourage you. He’ll sit with you while you practice, offering gentle advice when you ask for it and cheering you on even when you feel like giving up. “You’re a natural,” he’ll say, even if your first attempt at playing the guitar sounds more like a cat in distress. “Seriously, I’ve never heard anyone make that chord sound so… unique.” His teasing is always light-hearted, but it’s paired with genuine admiration for your willingness to try. And when you finally nail it? He’s beaming with pride, as if you’ve just won a Grammy. “Told you! I knew you could do it. Now play it again—I need this on video for when you’re famous.”

On tough days, Will’s support is a quiet, steady force. He has an uncanny ability to sense when you’re feeling down, even if you try to hide it. Without a word, he’ll wrap you in a hug, press a kiss to your forehead, and say, “Talk to me.” And when you do, he listens—actually listens. He doesn’t try to fix everything (unless you ask him to), but he’ll remind you of your strength and resilience. “You’ve got this,” he’ll say, his voice firm but gentle. “And even if you don’t feel like you do, I’ve got you. Always.”

Will’s encouragement isn’t just reserved for big moments, either. He celebrates the small victories with just as much enthusiasm. Did you survive a particularly gruelling day at work? He’ll show up with your favourite takeout and a movie, ready to pamper you. “You’re a rock star, and rock stars deserve the VIP treatment.”

But what makes Will’s support so special is how deeply personal it is. He pays attention to the little things—your favourite comfort foods, the way you light up when you talk about your passions. He knows when you need a pep talk, when you need a distraction, and when you just need someone to sit with you in silence. And he’s always there, without fail.

His belief in you is unshakeable. Even when you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you of all the reasons you shouldn’t. “You’re brilliant, you’re kind, and you’re capable of anything you set your mind to,” he’ll say, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And if anyone says otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me.”

With Will by your side, you feel invincible. His support isn’t just words—it’s in the way he shows up for you, day after day, in big ways and small. He’s your partner, your teammate, and your biggest fan. And no matter what life throws your way, you know you’ll always have him in your corner, cheering you on every step of the way.

Car Rides

Car rides with Will are an experience in themselves. He’s always the one behind the wheel, and you’re perfectly content being his passenger princess. With you who's in control of the music, and you take full advantage of it. Whether you’re in the mood for girly pop, rock and roll, Afrobeats, jungle, reggae, or even a random playlist of your favourite guilty pleasures, Will never complains. He embraces it, turning every drive into a mini concert filled with laughter and the occasional side-eye from strangers at traffic lights.

You love how he lets you take charge of the aux, trusting your musical instincts even when your choices are… questionable. One day, you might blast upbeat pop anthems, singing at the top of your lungs as he chuckles beside you. “Okay, but why do I lowkey know all the words to this?” he’ll say, pretending to be embarrassed before joining in on the chorus. Another day, you might switch it up with some smooth reggae or high-energy Afrobeats, and he’ll bob his head along, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm. “You’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that,” he’ll tease, even if he’s secretly adding some of your songs to his own playlist.

The best moments are when you both get so into the music that you forget the world around you. You’ll be belting out a duet to some cheesy love song, completely off-key but having the time of your lives, when you catch people in the next car staring at you. Will, never one to back down from a bit of fun, will roll down the window and shout, “What? Never seen a Grammy-winning performance before?” before bursting into laughter and speeding off when the light turns green.

Long drives are your favourite. Whether it’s a road trip to somewhere new or just a leisurely cruise around town, the car becomes your little bubble of happiness. You’ll pack snacks, throw a blanket in the backseat just in case, and let the music set the mood. Will’s driving is smooth and confident, and you love how he occasionally reaches over to hold your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he focuses on the road. “You good over there, princess?” he’ll ask, glancing at you with a smile. And you’ll nod, feeling completely at ease because, with him, even the simplest moments feel special.

Sometimes, the drives are quiet, the music playing softly in the background as you both enjoy the comfortable silence. Other times, they’re filled with lively conversations, random debates, or Will’s hilarious commentary on whatever’s happening outside. “Did that guy just try to parallel park in one go? Bold move,” he’ll say, shaking his head in mock disbelief. Or, “That billboard says ‘World’s Best Coffee.’ Challenge accepted.” And just like that, you’re pulling into a random café to test their claim, laughing the entire time.

But no matter where you’re going or what you’re listening to, the car rides always feel like yours. It’s your space to be silly, to be serious, to be yourselves. And Will wouldn’t have it any other way.

Protective Side

Beneath Will’s laid-back, easygoing exterior I see lies a fiercely protective streak, especially when it comes to you. While he’s usually the type to brush things off with a joke or a sarcastic remark, the moment someone disrespects you or crosses a line, his playful demeanour is gone.

Will’s protectiveness isn’t the loud, over-the-top kind. It’s subtle but firm. He’s the type to notice things others might miss—a snide comment, a dismissive tone, or even a lingering look that makes you uncomfortable. And while he might not always call it out immediately (he prefers to gauge how you feel about it first), he’s always ready to step in at the moment you need him.

Like if someone makes a backhanded comment about you in a social setting, Will’s response is sharp but calculated. He’ll tilt his head, feigning confusion, and say something like, “Oh, I’m sorry—did you mean to say that out loud? Because it sounded like utter bullshit.” His tone is light, almost playful, but there’s an edge to it that makes it clear he’s not joking. And if the person tries to laugh it off or double down, he’ll hit them with a perfectly timed quip that leaves them speechless.

But it’s not just about witty comebacks. If someone genuinely hurts you—whether it’s a friend, a coworker, or even a stranger—he’s quick to reassure you that their behaviour says more about them than it does about you. “Anyone who can’t see how amazing you are doesn’t deserve a second of your time,” he’ll say, his voice soft but firm.

What makes Will’s protectiveness so endearing is how he balances it with respect for your independence. He never tries to fight your battles for you unless you ask him to. Instead, he understands that you can stand up for yourself and is often there offering quiet support and encouragement. “You don’t need me to defend you,” he’ll say with a grin. “You’re perfectly capable of putting people in their place. But just in case, I’ll be right here, ready to back you up.” (definitely would hold your earrings and purse if you were to scrap with someone)

And when it comes to physical safety, Will’s protective instincts kick into overdrive. If you’re walking home late at night, he’ll insist on accompanying you, even if it’s out of his way. If you’re feeling uneasy in a crowded place, he’ll subtly position himself between you and whatever—or whoever—is making you uncomfortable. And if anyone dares to threaten you, his calm, sarcastic facade drops entirely. He becomes a force to be reckoned with, his voice low and steady as he says, “You have one more chance to apologise and walk away before this gets ugly.”

With him by your side, you feel safe, cherished, and fiercely defended. And while you might not always need his protection, it’s comforting to know that, no matter what, Will will always have your back.

Surprise Dates

Between his busy schedule and the demands of everyday life, you make it a point to plan dates that are thoughtful, fun, and meaningful. You’ve made it a tradition to try something new at least once a month, while the other dates revolve around activities you both love. Whether it’s a spontaneous road trip, a nostalgic arcade night, or a fancy dinner at a place he’s been wanting to try, you always find ways to make him feel special—and he absolutely adores it.

You know how much Will appreciates surprises, so you’ve become a master at planning ahead. You keep a mental (or physical) list of things he mentions in passing—like a new restaurant he wants to check out, a movie he’s excited to see, or a place he’s always wanted to visit. Then, when the time is right, you spring the surprise on him. His face lights up every time, and the way he grins when he realises what you’ve planned is worth every bit of effort.

Another month, you might plan a random road trip to a nearby town neither of you has explored. You’ll pack a picnic, create a playlist of his favourite songs, and let him take the wheel. The excitement in his eyes when he realises where you’re headed is priceless. “You’re seriously the best,” he’ll say, squeezing your hand as he starts the car. Along the way, he’ll take detours to roadside attractions, insisting on stopping for silly photo ops and spontaneous adventures. “Look at this place!” he’ll exclaim, pulling over at a giant dinosaur statue or a retro diner. “We have to take a picture. This is peak road trip material.” And of course, you’ll oblige, laughing as he strikes ridiculous poses and insists on making the memories as over-the-top as possible (though he takes cute couple pictures as well).

And then there are the fancy dates—the ones where you pull out all the stops. You’ll book a table at that upscale restaurant he’s been talking about for weeks, or you’ll surprise him with tickets to a show or event he’s been dying to see. On those nights, you love seeing him dressed up, his usual casual vibe swapped for something more polished. “Look at you, all fancy,” you’ll tease, and he’ll shoot back with a smirk, “What can I say? I clean up nice. But not as nice as you.”

What makes these dates so special is how much thought you put into them. You know how busy Will’s schedule can be, so you always plan ahead to make sure the timing works. You’ll coordinate with his friends or coworkers if needed, and you’re not above bribing them with coffee or baked goods to keep the surprise under wraps. And when the day finally arrives, you love seeing the look on his face. “You planned all this for me?” he’ll ask, his voice soft with disbelief. “Of course I did,” you’ll reply, smiling. “You deserve it.”

But it’s not just about the big surprises. You also make time for the little things—like cosy movie nights at home, complete with his favourite snacks and a blanket fort, or lazy Sunday mornings where you cook breakfast together and spend hours talking and laughing. Those moments are just as important, and they remind you both why you fell in love in the first place.

With every date, whether big or small, you show Will how much he means to you. And in return, he makes sure you know how much he appreciates it. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he’ll say, pulling you close after a particularly memorable outing. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting you go.” And as you smile up at him, you know that these moments—these carefully planned, perfectly executed surprises—are what make your relationship so special.

Social Media PDA

I think Will is the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, and that extends to his social media presence. While he respects your desire to keep a low profile due to your job, he’s not shy about showing the world how much he adores you. His Instagram is a mix of his work, his hobbies, and, of course, glimpses of your relationship. He’s the type to post pictures of the two of you without a second thought, whether it’s a candid shot of you laughing at something he said or a cosy selfie from a date night. Or a goofy photo of you both making faces at the camera.

His captions are always playful and affectionate. “Caught this one mid-laugh. Guess I’m funnier than I thought” or “Date night with my favourite person. Don’t worry, I’ll bring her back in one piece.”. The comments are always flooded with fans gushing over how cute you two are together, and Will loves reading them, often showing you the funniest or sweetest ones with a proud grin. “Look, they’re saying we’re goals. Can’t argue with that.”

But it’s not just the photos. You occasionally pop up in the background of his videos, whether it’s a behind-the-scenes clip from one of his projects or a casual vlog. Sometimes it’s just your hand in the frame as you pass him a coffee, or your voice chiming in with a sarcastic comment that makes him burst out laughing. Fans have come to love these little moments, dubbing them “crumbs” and saying that they’re being “fed” whenever you make an appearance. “We see you back there!” they’ll comment, or “The way he looks at her when she talks… I can’t. 😭”

Will finds the whole thing hilarious and endearing. He loves how much his fans adore you, even though you’re not in the spotlight yourself. “They’re obsessed with you,” he’ll say, scrolling through the comments. “Can’t blame them, though. I’m obsessed with you too.” And while you prefer to stay out of the public eye, you can’t help but smile at the way he proudly includes you in his world, even if it’s just in small, subtle ways.

There are times when he’ll sneak in a little more PDA than usual, just to mess with you. Like the time he posted a video of the two of you cooking together, and he casually dropped a kiss on your forehead mid-sentence. The internet went wild, and you playfully scolded him for it later. “You’re such a show-off,” you said, and he just shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I like showing the world how lucky I am.”

Despite his public displays of affection, Will is careful to respect your boundaries. He never shares anything too personal or invasive, and he always checks with you before posting something that features you prominently. “You good with this?” he’ll ask, showing you a photo or video before hitting post. And if you ever say no, he doesn’t hesitate to scrap it, no questions asked. “Your comfort comes first,” he’ll say, and it’s one of the many reasons you love him.

For Will, it’s simple: he’s proud of you, proud of your relationship, and he wants the world to know it. And even though you prefer to stay behind the scenes, you can’t help but feel a little flutter of happiness every time you see one of his posts and realise, all over again, just how much he loves you.

Spicy Headcanons

Rough or soft?

Will is the kind of partner who knows exactly what you need, even before you do. Whether it’s a night of tender affection or one where he pushes you to the edge, he always makes sure you feel safe, cherished, and utterly consumed by him.

Soft Moments

When the mood calls for softness, Will is all about making you feel adored. He’ll take his time, his touches gentle and deliberate, as if he’s memorising every inch of you. His kisses are slow and sweet, starting at your lips and trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and everywhere else he knows you love to be touched.

“You’re so beautiful,” he’ll murmur against your skin, his voice a low, soothing rumble that makes your heart swell. “I could spend forever like this, just you and me.” His hands will roam your body with reverence, tracing patterns that leave you shivering. He’ll whisper praise in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, how much he loves the way you respond to him, and how lucky he feels to have you in his arms.

These are the moments where he’s all about you—your pleasure, your comfort, your happiness. He’ll hold you close afterward, his fingers brushing through your hair as he presses soft kisses to your forehead. “You’re my everything,” he’ll say, and you’ll believe him, because in those moments, nothing else exists but the two of you.

Rough Moments

But then there are the nights when Will’s more dominant side takes over. It’s not about anger or frustration—it’s about trust, about pushing boundaries, and exploring the raw connection between you. On these nights, he’s in complete control, and he knows exactly how to make you unravel.

He’ll start slow, his touch firm but teasing, building you up until you’re trembling with need. But just when you’re about to tip over the edge, he’ll pull back, his grip tightening in your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. “Not yet,” he’ll say, his commanding voice sending a thrill down your spine. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

He’ll edge you relentlessly, his hands and mouth working you to the brink over and over again until you’re a writhing, desperate mess. Tears might prick at the corners of your eyes, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you beg him for release. But he won’t give in—not until he’s sure you’ve reached your limit. “You can take it,” he’ll say, his tone equal parts challenge and reassurance. “I know you can.” Of course, you can; you haven’t said the safe word yet.

Foreplay

Will is the kind of man who takes his time, savouring every moment of intimacy with you. He’s not just interested in the end goal—he’s obsessed with the journey, with the way he can make you unravel under his touch. For Will, foreplay is an art form, and you are his masterpiece. He loves watching you moan, squirm, and barely hold onto yourself, knowing he’s the one driving you to the edge.

It starts with his hands, always so deliberate and sure. He’ll trace patterns along your skin, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake. He loves the way you shiver under his touch, the way your breath hitches when he finds that one spot that makes you gasp. “You’re so sensitive,” he’ll murmur, the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. “I love how you react to me.”

His mouth. Damn his mouth. He’ll press kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your stomach—everywhere but where you want him most, just to tease you. “Will,” you’ll whine, your hands tangling in his hair, and he’ll chuckle against your skin, the vibration making you squirm. “Patience, love,” he’ll say, his lips curving into a smirk. “I’m not done with you yet.”

When he finally does give you what you want, it’s with a slow, deliberate intensity that leaves you breathless. He’ll watch you as he works, his eyes dark with desire, drinking in every moan, every whimper, every desperate plea for more. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he’ll say, his voice rough with need. “I could watch you fall apart all day.”

But Will isn’t just about physical touch—he’s a master of words, too. He’ll whisper filthily sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a mix of praise and promise. “You take me so well,” he’ll say, his breath hot against your skin. “I love how you sound, how you feel, how you’re all mine.” His words are like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and they only make you want him more.

By the time he’s done with you, you’re a trembling, incoherent mess, barely able to form a sentence. But Will isn’t satisfied until he’s sure you’re completely undone. “Not yet,” he’ll say, his hands and mouth working in tandem to push you even further. “I want to hear you beg.”

I hope people don't mind that I only wrote two spicy scenes. Sorry, I kinda ran out of ideas lol. Anyways… how did people like the headcannons? These are headcannons right?

#will lenney #willne #willne x fem!reader #willne x reader #will lenney x fem!reader #will lenney x reader #willne headcannons #will lenney headcannons

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halflifebutawesome · 1 year ago

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BEHOLD! FOR THE SECOND TIME, THE GBVRAI LINEUP! now with another weird old dude!

waves my hands around vaguely I wanted to make a nicer looking lineup and more coherent post actually explaining the au. I've now made 2 gbvrai lineups but never a plain old hlvrai lineup. Whatever.

There's a complete AU explanation and individual character profiles (?) under the cut! check it out! ASK ME ABOUT IT !!! SMILES!!!!!

The basic gist of this au is that the science team, are a group of ghost hunting paranormal researchers. The Ghostbusters. You mightve heard of them. This isn't a 1 for 1 au where certain characters take the role of others, it's more just. What if the science team existed in the Ghostbusters universe. They're just the Ghostbusters now.

On a particularly odd case, they bust a ghost that seems... off. It's sentient, it's talking back, and it's psychokinetic energy is off the charts.

Thinking nothing of it, they return to the firehouse and prep the trap for containment disposal. Gordon's the new guy, so he's the unlucky dude who's been assigned the job of disposing of the traps. All the while the ghost will NOT shut up. It's weirdly powerful and seems mostly unbothered. It's name is Benry, and he's a little freak.

the ghost containment unit has been unstable for a while, overfilled with ghosts, but they have to dispose of Benry somehow, so they go ahead with it.

In this AU I'm kind of combining the Resonance Cascade with the Manhattan Crossrip (the Manhattan crossrip is the big scary ghost event that happens at the end of GB1). Basically what happens is that Benrys weirdly powerful ghostly energy, combined with an unstable ghost containment unit, tears a big rip in the fabric between the ghost realm and ours, letting all sorts of ghouls and specters free.

Imagine the Resonance Cascade, with all the aliens getting out and ravaging Black Mesa, but it's a bunch of ghosts getting out and ravaging New York. Gordon and the rest of the team have to fight their way through the ghost filled streets of NYC, and close the crossrip.

Heres some closeups and more individual info/thoughts for the gang!!

GORDON FREEMAN! The new guy. Again, this is less a direct 1 for 1 swap au kind of deal, and more just putting these guys in situations. Gordon's HEV suit, tho, I wanna talk about.

In Ghostbusters canon, they DO have a weird fucked up hazard suit. It first appears in the TRGB episode "Xmas Marks The Spot", where Egon uses it to travel into the ghost realm. I know it makes another appearance in the comics, in a way that's more HEV-esque, but I never finished the comics so idk. It's real tho.

I imagine here that the ghost containment unit is more like the reactor in half life, where it's hazardous to be around for too long, probably bcos of like. I don't know. Concentrated psychokinetic energy. Sure. In any case he needs to wear the HEV to use the containment unit.

My design here is taking the chest piece, helmet, gloves and belts and modifying them to look a little more HEV-esque.

Bennyyyy. Benrey benry beny. He's a ghost, as far as they can tell. It would be more appropriate to call him an entity of sorts.

He's not a ghost simply for the fact that he wasn't ever human. He wasn't ever a living person that died. He's some pure, really powerful, concentrate entity/being that leaked through from the ghost realm. He looks like. A guy, for the most part, but he's a mimic. Something pretending to be human. He's been around for a while, and has settled into this form. He's mostly corporeal, but can phase in and out as he pleases (noclipping) Switching from corporeal/incorporeal when it's funny.

He met Tommy when they were both a lot younger, Benry being fresh out of the ghost realm, and have been bestfriends ever since. ☝️ my au my weirdly specific tommybenny dynamic. Dw about it

TOMMY & SUNKIST!!!! Tommy has grown up around ghosts his whole life, and is pretty in-tune with them. This is proven with his bond to Sunkist, who's decidedly not a real dog, and his longtime friendship with Benry.

I gave him the goggles cos. Tommy's my fave and Ray's my fave and I think they're fun. Also cos if it WAS a 1 to 1 swap I would def have Tommy as Ray. Anyway. He's been a part of the Ghostbusters since he was little, like I said he grew up with them and around them. He's really knowledgeable about ghost types and physics. He knows all the ghost rules.

Sunkist isn't like. His dead childhood dog cos that seems. Kind of sad. Instead she's kind of a church Grimm or hell hound. An entity taking the form of a big huge dog that Tommy befriended when he was a kid, and has now kind of bonded to him. She's pretty corporeal as far as ghosts go, and can interact w the physical environment pretty well.

DARNOLD ^^ my friend darnold. Darnolds not usually super involved in the actual ghostbusting, and prefers to stay behind. He's more of the research and tech kind of guy, he studies the readings and takes measurements.

He's interested in psychokinetic energy and ghost residue and all sorts of like. Ghost sciences. Why some people stay behind, why some people just seem to die and disappear, the properties of the ghost realm and the ghosts themselves. Corporeality and degradation of personhood the longer someone's been a ghost.

When the Resonance Crossrip happens, he opts to stay behind and observe the effects of the insane amounts of ghost energy on the corporeal world.

Hes also a transfer over from the ghost engineers! That's a fun thing for me. I love the ghost engineers idc frozen empire gave me everything I wanted

FORZEN. Forzen is... the same thing as Benry. A mimic, something taking the form of a normal ghost to blend in or hide in plain sight.

He came through with the Resonance Crossrip, but obviously like. He knew Benry before (we WERE bestfriends..). He's not as powerful, which is why he wasn't able to sneak through when Benry did. He's also not super corporeal. He can only interact with the physical world if he's exerting a LOT of energy. Prone to flickering in and out of vision.

Upon coming thru the Crossrip, he kind of just. Decided to hang around the firehouse. Didn't wanna go much further, for fear of being ghostbusted and sent back into the containment unit. The source is the last place they'd look for him!

Darnold, who's holed up in the firehouse, is more than delighted to meet a ghost who's sentient and willing to cooperate to do some tests and experimentation to get never before documented results. They bond and they're cutesit. ☝️ DARZEN WIN. hi splash 👋

Dr Coomer and Dr Bubby are two of the three original founders of the Ghostbusters! They've been around for a looooong time. They're also married obviously but that's like a given.

They helped found the Ghostbusters, having met in college while both were studying parapsychology. I imagine their like. Parapsychology -> Ghostbusters pipeline was very in line with how GB1 starts, where they used to work in an academic environment before getting kicked out and founding the GB.

They're also both. Psychic. Because frozen empire has once again given me everything. Coomers got some like. Idk something that lines up with his self awareness in HLVRAI, maybe prophecy? Vauge visions of the future? Bubby has pyrokinesis. Duh.

and... Mr. Coolatta..... Tommy's dad...he was one of the founders along w Coomer and Bubby and at some point he. Died. And is now a reeeally really powerful ghost. maybe from the exposure to ghost energy or smth?

Now hes got gman powers and just kinda hangs around. Pretty corporeal and solid and. Present. For lack of a better word. But he IS a dead guy. Used to be human.

This is why Tommy kind of grew up around ghosts and knows alot about them :) Mr Coolatta is pretty benevolent, and mostly just kind of spooky and fucked up.

And that's. About it? I believe?? PLEAAASE ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS I have so many thoughts. I've been working on this for like 2 months now. Lol.

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child-of-the-danube · 8 months ago

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I'm still in my Lilia brain rot era and I keep thinking about her and Agatha, and their dynamic and parallels.

Like, Agatha is a dick to everyone from the start, even Teen, but she's extremely chill and even, for her being who she is, weirdly respectful towards Lilia. Maybe it's because of the age, maybe it's because Lilia was the only one to show she still had true power when they first met, maybe it's because they share experience and persecution the younger ones don't truly understand, maybe Agatha just has a soft spot for those who are very clearly outcasts and weirdos.

The only sting at Lilia I can recall is calling her "Dory" in the last trial lmao

She never once questions or mocks her gaps. Hell, she said "we came to the right place" AFTER she saw Lilia scream her head off in ep2 over, to them, nothing. "Hmm, this bitch a lil bonkers, but that's exactly what I like and need :)"

She told Lilia that she couldn't take her power unless she's blasted with it - something she was certainly aiming for if the door didn't open and that ended up saving them in ep2 when she was using her ye old technique of being a menace. She may have told it to her only to get her in, but that's a big minus to her plan B.

When everyone had their hallucinations, Agatha didn't mock Lilia when she was, once again, "being weird". She believed her and reassured her in a soft tone that it was ok.

One interaction I found really funny is in ep3 when Teen asks about a sous vide machine and Agatha turns to Lilia with that "What the fuck is that? That wasn't around in our time" look

Usually when one of them starts spewing wisdom, someone will give a snarky remark, usually Agatha, but when they were talking about summoning a new green witch, Agatha let Lilia speak and was the only one who, at least somewhat, listened to her advice (50/50 but still haha). It was Lilia after all who was the first one to, tho reluctantly, agree to Agatha's idea of summoning a back up green witch.

Also the way Agatha looks at Lilia when she calls Jen out for giving Sharon only one dose of antidote when she had two glasses of wine. It's just so "mmm 😈 I like this one"

Agatha's first choice for "who could possibly play piano" wasn't Alice. Ya know the daughter of a rock goddess who would be the most logical choice. It was Lilia and I find that sweet and a lil funny too.

Lilia didn't tell Agatha's Salem story with judgement, even if she said "when Agatha killed her original coven". It was delivered as mere fact to explain the story.

Then when Evanora showed up and Lilia looks angry and almost disgusted at what she's hearing her say to Agatha. Even after Alice's death, she didn't jump on Agatha's back and accuse her. She let her be cause she was clearly distraught.

Agatha "I'm not drinking the poison. You can suffer but I won't!" Harkness jumped on Lilia and covered her with her own body in the latest episode when the sword was about to impale her. And then she let her do her magic even if it didn't seem to work as the ceiling was still falling and even if she thought tarot was bullshit. She trusted she knew what she was doing.

And the look they give eachother when Lilia reveals Rio is Death. Lilia's face reads as terrified, but more than terrified, she seems to have a moment of compassion. It's the look of "How deeply fucked must your life have been that the only one that ever showed you love and kindness is the one who everyone else sees as the bringer of pain?". Death broke Lilia's heart many a time, but in that moment she understood, she broke Agatha's heart too in even worse ways.

AGATHA LIKED HER! SHE LIKED HER FROM THE START AND RESPECTED HER! AND LILIA LIKED HER TOO, DESPITE THE INITIAL SUSPICIONS!!!

I need to know what her reaction to finding out Lilia sacrificed herself to kill the threat that was specifically after her will be. Will she brush it off and pretend she doesn't care to keep appearing stern and emotionless or will this be the thing that finally makes her realise people care for her? Cause Agatha has never had anyone, except literal Death, show her kindness, much less sacrifice themselves so she could keep living. And I find it beautifully poetic that the one other person Death has known well for centuries, who Death has acknowledged by name in that coven, was the one to do that.

Again, I'm aware that this is just my brain rot speaking, but Lilia was truly the MVP. She's the one with wisdom, the biggest experience, the one with seemingly most patience, the hype man ("Jennifer, look what you did", "It was all for you", "Don't worry, baby. We're cool"). Her trial is the only one where the rest was in fact not needed and was of no help. Actually, all they did was make it worse. The first three trials depended on teamwork. Lilia's was truly solvable ONLY by Lilia.

Anyways, Lilia mentally adopted Agatha and realised she truly was part of her coven and therefore worth dying for and I will never fucking recover 💔💔😭😭

#agatha all along #AAA #Agatha Harkness #Kathryn Hahn #Lilia Calderu #Patti Lupone #my thoughts have been consumed by their relationship since ep7 came out #I am unable to be normal about it #I need an AU where a young Lilia first comes to the US #and finds a freshly shunned from her coven baby Agatha #and takes her in #I NEED MORE OF THEM

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the-californicationist · 6 months ago

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Cali Cali bo-bali banana fana fo-fali me my mo mali! Cali!

I'm three Budweisers in and got an itch for alpha Price with a sudden need to breed (yay! Surprise rut!), and there's his sweet smelling omega neighbor who he's been keeping at arm's length because he's a professional dammit and has complete control of his urges, thank you very much.

Honestly, I just wanna see Mr. "I'm Married to My Job" lose it and show back up on base abashed and mated, and also ridiculously proud of his lil omega's claiming bite, because "she turned into a wildcat, lads. I couldn't stop her." *wink-wink*

Or not. I'm happy with any smutty Price fic you bestow on us, really. I'm just being weirdly specific because— alcohol = horny thots. 🍺😏🥴🫠

Drunken hugs 🫂 from Random Thot

RTG!! You are the most amazing person, and every time I see your pfp on AO3 or tumblr, I just get all gooey inside. Thank you for the ask! I wrote (and fully deleted) this fic three times because I wanted to get it right. I just pray that I could deliver. <3 <3 Hope this is what you were hoping for!!

MDNI/NSFW -- TW: damsel in distress, ABO dynamics, knotting, fuck-or-die scenarios, CNC, fluids, PIV sex, female OC

Glory, Glory

It was his last beer of the night, and he was ripping it apart. Curling, soggy shards of the torn label were stuck under his thumbnail, darkening the translucent edge and making it look dirty. They littered the sticky, lacquered bartop like ugly snow, falling in a tiny, chaotic mess. His hands were more than just dirty, the captain thought to himself as he used his wide thumb to itch at the glue-covered glass, rolling little, paper shards away from the smooth surface to reveal the amber liquid swirling within. The captain’s hands; they were covered in blood. Not innocent blood, but blood all the same. They’d never be clean again.

But, that was the job, and he was good at it. His hands were a direct reflection of his hard work. Killing evil bastards kept the world safe. Some poor sob in a factory could clean out the glue-painting machine that pasted these fuckin’ labels on all of these bloody beer bottles because of one unshakable truth: John Price was good at killing evil bastards.

Unfortunately, the killing would need to wait until after the mandated leave window closed again. His argument with Kate still grated inside of his head. He could almost hear her harsh, Yank accent in his ears.

“What do you want me to tell payroll, John? You can’t be here. You’ve got too many days. Go home. See your mom.”

“I see her plenty, Katie. Let me run that ops gig with Keller. C’mon. I’ll do overwatch,” he tried his best to weasel his way back into a bit of active duty.

“You’d be the world’s most expensive overwatch. Hell no. Here’s your ticket,” she shoved an envelope in his hands, “...and your money,” another envelope, “Go the fuck home, Captain. That’s an order.”

An order. More like a toothless threat.

But, alas, here he was, staring at a freshly shaved, buzzcut version of himself in a filthy pub mirror, undressing bottles left and right.

“Another, mate?” The barkeep pointed to his almost-empty drink, making a slight grimace at the paper graveyard that was sprinkled across his bar.

“No,” John sighed, pulling out a few notes from his wallet, “I’m off.”

“Happy Christmas,” the barkeep took the bills and didn’t bother to look up again, setting himself to sweeping the torn strips off of the surface, preparing for the next paying customer.

“You, too,” John muttered, tugging his black wool beanie over his ears before braving the classic cold, wet, and windy Liverpudlian night.

He didn’t live far. John’s mum had kept up his loft down by the docks, but it certainly didn’t feel like home. Home wasn’t real. Not anymore. As he walked along the Mersey’s edge, he peered into the black water, wondering if he’d ever truly go home again.

All of a sudden, he heard a shrill scream. Every sense that had been dulled by his lager was now as sharp as a blade and set on its edge. Again, a high-pitched shout pealed through the night air, beckoning him back to his heroism. That keening was the sound of some evil that needed stamping out, and he was hungry for it.

He sprinted through the warehouse district, chasing the noise of scuffling, ducking behind alleys and abandoned garages, looking for the source. Finally, there was a flash of red that caught his eye, so he ran towards it, his mind making sense of the scene in front of him.

Voices were jumbled and mashed up together, barely registering in his mind.

“Out here in a fuckin’ heat. Dumb bitch! C’mere.”

“She’s got a knife!”

“C’mere, you little slag. Get –”

In the middle of three huge, stinking Alphas, a tiny Omega was struggling, arm outstretched, brandishing her knife at them to keep them at bay. John came up behind the biggest one, some bald fuck with a dirty coat, and dropped him, cracking his spine in two places with well-placed fists, and breaking his jaw on his way down to the ground, leaving him groaning on the concrete.

One of his mates, a older man with thick, black eyebrows, lunged at Price, a look of indignant surprise on his face. The Omega screamed, her red coat yanked back over her face by the third man, her knife clattering to her feet. Price focused on Mister Eyebrows, dodging a lazy haymaker before popping him twice in the nose, drawing out his blood and knocking out at least two of his front teeth. Then, John grabbed him by the collar, pulling his jaw into his raised knee and listening to the satisfying splash as he fell into a murky puddle.

Finally, he set his sights on the last Alpha of the pack whose ropey arm was looped across the Omega’s neck, choking the air from her lungs. He growled at Price, his scent turning to rancid fear,

“Stay back! She’s mine, you big bastard.”

The captain had nothing to say. With a practiced ease, he side-stepped her assailant, breaking the elbow that controlled her throat, making him release her immediately. The evil bastard stumbled back, hand outstretched, bargaining for his life,

“Wait, wait. I’ll share her with you, how’s that? I’ll even let you have first go!”

A deafening howl came out of his mouth as Price’s boot heel made contact with his kneecap, forcing it to snap at a terrible angle. John’s hand shot out and grabbed the man by the hair on the crown of his head, tugging cruelly at his scalp. Without mercy, John slammed his face into a nearby bollard, and the howling stopped.

It was quiet again aside from the Omega’s trembling breaths. She had recovered the knife and was now pointing it towards John with shaking hands and wide, determined eyes.

“You alright, love?” Price asked, holding his hands up in a sign of peace, edging towards her in gentle, predictable steps.

“Y-yeah… Stay! Stay right there,” her voice was bright and clear, and he could hear her strength laced through her words. He stopped in his tracks, respecting her wishes.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here, darlin’?”

“They dragged me over here from Baltic Fleet,” she straightened up, getting her bearings, wiping the blood from a small cut in her cheek, “Fuckin’ bastards. Thank you, by the way.”

“Jus’ doin’ my job,” Price shrugged, waiting for her to lower the knife even further before he continued his approach.

“Police?” She asked, a little confused.

“Not exactly,” Price smiled, offering a hand out to her, “John Price, Captain of His Majesty’s RAF service.”

“Oh,” she studied him for a moment, and then her eyes fell to the hand, ready to bite but deciding to shake it instead.

When he touched her skin, Price felt her fever. Shocked, he tightened his grip, not meaning to startle her but too surprised by her temperature to ignore it.

“Christ, love. You’re burnin’ up.”

As quick as a flash, she yanked her hand out of his grasp and retreated back towards the wall of the warehouse behind her, scooting her way towards the corner to get out of his range, ready to bolt. She didn’t respond, but John watched as she wiped her brow, dotted with sweat and covered in concern.

“Hey,” he moved forward again protectively, “You can’t be out here alone. Not like this. At least let me walk with you. I’ll stay ten paces behind. It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” she said with more strength in her voice than what she was ready to produce.

“You’re not. You’re in a bloody heat. When did it start?” He watched as her knees began to tremble, and against her obvious wishes, he helped her sit on the warehouse deck, letting her keep the knife so she could feel safe.

“Yesterday…” She closed her eyes, trying to shake it off, “It’s… I’m fine. It’s never this bad.”

Now that he was close to her, Price was smothered by the scent of her body. The Omegan glands in her neck smelled like thick, wild honey, and her heat was mixing with her aroma, turning an already sweet smell into a lucious, decadent gourmand, pulling him in like quicksand.

“C’mon,” he helped her up, “Where’s your place? I’ll get you close.”

The clang of her knife made him glance up to see her eyes closed and her mouth slack. She was out, too weak to withstand the fever and the physical exertion.

Price felt his body react to her need. He was filled with rage, white and hot, at her situation. Those goddamn monsters were trying to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. She should be home in her nest, being taken care of by her Alpha, covered in soothing oils and cool compresses, her needy little cunt stuffed full of his knot, staving off these symptoms and enduring them for her. Instead, she’d been hunted, chased, made to fight for her dignity out here in the middle of the docks. Something else inside Price’s chest curled around his anger.

Possession.

He tried to shake it off, knowing it came from being unmarked, but it had been so many years as a lone Alpha that he knew how to control it. Or, at least he thought he did.

Now, though, he found himself pulling at the neck of her coat as he held her in his arms, invading her privacy to check for a bite. He felt the shame wash over him as he covered her skin back up. He had no business searching for a mating bite. She was not his Omega, and he was not her Alpha.

After a few minutes out in the chilled wind, he made it to his apartment. Thankfully, it was late enough that his neighbors weren’t outside to witness what looked like a literal kidnapping, and he shuffled her inside without much trouble. Price lay her down on his long, leather sofa, careful to rest her head on the soft arm. He went to the kitchen to retrieve a cold rag and pressed it to her forehead, hoping to hold back the fever for as long as he could.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Wake up,” he whispered, trying to gently shed her coat and sweater, peeling her layers off to bring her temperature down to a more manageable level.

She moaned, her eyes wrenching shut even tighter, her face twisted in pain,

“My head…” She sighed, desperate for some relief.

“I know, love. C’mon,” John propped her up a bit, moving the rag so that the coldest parts would be against her skin, “What’s your name? I can find an address. Do you have your purse?”

“They… took it? I don’t… I dunno…” She muttered, obviously having a hard time stringing her thoughts together, “I don’t feel so good.”

This was not ideal. Price knew what came next. A high fever, exhaustion, fatigue, nausea, increased heart rate, and then…

“Alpha?” Her eyes were open, glassy and dark, the pupils fully blown, looking up at him with an outpouring of unfathomable need. Her scent rolled off of her in mind-altering waves, shoving Price’s carefully-built walls out of the way and sending shocks of desire straight to his heart and his fat, growing cock.

“No, baby. I’m not your Alpha. Who is he? Can you give me a name?” John asked, checking her coat pockets in a rushed panic. He was running out of time.

“Alpha, please… I need… Help me, please,” her shaking hands reached under his jacket and shirt, her knuckles rubbing against his furry belly, her strong fingers digging around for his belt buckle, getting right to the point.

Price felt the room flex around him, and he tried to breathe in air that wasn’t saturated by her vanilla spice, searching in the deepest recesses of his mind for some semblance of his self control.

“Easy, love. I can’t m–mmngh!” Her mouth slotted over his as he tried to protest, stopping his heart and his words at the same time.

She was heaven. Her smell was making his skin tingle all over his body, down his arms and up his legs, rushing to his central, sacral core. And her taste was even better. His little cinnamon roll, so sweet and warm, burning for him like a flame, hot and ready to scar him for life.

“Mngh… Love, mmm… Wait…” Price held her back, using more force than he thought he should need, surprised by her sudden power.

“John…” He met her eyes and found a particular clarity within them. She was coming out of her haze. But, it wouldn’t last. This was his final chance to keep her from doing something she would regret.

“Darlin’, I can’t. I’m not your Alpha.”

“You smell like you are,” she mewled, rubbing her wounded cheek across his engorged neck gland, spreading his scent all over herself.

“I can’t,” he moved away from her, trying to hold her in his arms for comfort rather than to bask in her expressive heat, “My work… I can’t leave you here, pretty girl.”

She sobbed out, trying to hold back from writhing against his body, doing everything she could not to make it harder for him to turn her down. Her eyes were rimmed red and pink from exhaustion, and she was staring down at her own hands, vibrating with tremors, slurring her words,

“Just lock me in the bath. I’ll run cold water. I’ll be fine…”

Something ancient and feral snarled in Price’s mind.

No.

“No,” he said, involuntarily, the voice in his head escaping from his throat.

“Please… I can’t stop myself… I want your knot, Alpha. Lock me up before I do something to you… Something you don’t want…” She could barely put two words together. Every thought was a struggle. He was losing her again.

He grabbed her and held her to his chest, clutching her like water in his palm, using all his strength to keep her with him,

“I want you, love. I want… Fuck, I need you.”

All of a sudden, the energy around their bodies stilled. That cracking, sparking electricity that bound them together was roiling just beyond John’s consciousness, ready to surge. But, he stayed perfectly still, waiting to see what she did next. She locked eyes with him and leaned in close, as if she would kiss him. But, she didn’t. She dipped her head down until she found his Alphic gland, swollen and bruised purple from him holding back his lust, nuzzling at it with the tip of her nose, rooting against him, testing his patience, checking to see if his temperament was true. Then, when he let her sniff him in his most potent spot, when she knew his soul was as pure as his scent, that he was true, she sucked his flesh between her lips, drawing his musk onto her tongue.

She’d accepted him. He reeled from it, unable to hold back a groan, his cock jerking against his zipper, thrashing to escape, flooding with hot blood and threatening to fill his knot before he’d even had a chance to taste her.

John pulled her mouth off of him and stared at her eyes again, in awe of her beauty, his mind swirling and yet perfectly sharp, begging her darkly,

“Give me your neck, Omega.”

The ritual had begun, and as she swept her hair away from her shoulder, pulling it around her back, she bent for him, arching her head down in a submissive bow, revealing her Omegan mating line. It looked like a keloid scar, the raised skin swollen and painful, like a pounding vein that ran from below her earlobe down to the top of her shoulder, full of her hormones and thick with her magic. One bite, and he would be in her thrall, pliant to her every whim, beholden to her needs until her heat had run its course.

Price had never given his bite to anyone. It had been easy to abstain. In fact, in his youth, he had a hard time understanding his mates’ commitments to their Omegas, scoffing at their lack of duty to their stations, doubting their commitment, and - moreover - doubting their loyalty. He remained a captain through and through, and he’d never made room for anyone or anything else. But, here he was, his teeth aching in his jaw, bigger and sharper than they should’ve been, his every sense heightened and taking her in like a drug, compelling him to punch through her delicate flesh and suck her nectar deep into his belly.

The feeling of her skin against his lips was enough to send a chill through his body. He was cooling from the inside out, and his body needed her heat. She was forcing a rut to take hold in him, and he could feel himself changing for her. Then, he bit down as hard as he could, breaking the thin seal of her mating line with ease, feeling the searing mixture of her oil and her blood filling his mouth and throat like a ripe plum, wet and sweet, and promising pleasure if he chose to swallow her.

He drank from her for as long as he dared, taking her in long, slurping gulps, letting her essence coat his throat, feeling the hot fluid burn inside of his chest and down into his stomach where it pooled and lingered, warming him up from the inside out.

“Alpha…” She moaned, raising her hand to cup his cheek as he sucked her life into himself, rubbing her thumb so softly over his shut eyelashes that he barely felt it.

John pulled away from her, his eyes fluttering open, her bright orange blood iridescent with her mating oil, making the red cells burn bright like a fresh-cracked yolk, gleaming, trapped between his teeth like gold. He watched it drip down her chest, staining her clothes, and he began to tear them off of her. She let him, limp and mute as he peeled her open, making her naked and pulling her into his arms.

He carried her into his bedroom, kicking open the door and busting the bolt through the strike, splintering the wood and not giving a shit about the damage. John lay her in the middle of the mattress and set to surrounding her with whatever softness he could find; his shirts, his blankets, even his scarves. Anything warm and comfortable was added to the nest, giving her as much support as he could before standing back to admire his work.

She eyed him from her recumbent throne, commanding him with her gaze. John stripped off his shirt for her, raking it up his back and over his shoulders, feeling as if he was moving his body for her and only for her. All of his motions, even his ragged breaths, were only escaping from his lungs because she wanted them to. His buckle clattered apart, and he popped open the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper in a sharp, metallic rip.

Once free, his heavy prick flagged, leaping forward and pulsating for her, proudly showing her his gleaming head. He was drooling an unrelenting stream of iridescent precome, his balls tight and full of Alphic oil, ready to coat her warm insides with his shining sex.

John climbed onto the bed, his face focused on her wet mound, admiring the plumpness of her, imagining her - in every delicious way - like a tender peach. He crawled to her, his mouth still stained neon orange from her gland, and he smeared her wet quim all over his lips and tongue. He wasn’t licking her so much as he was wearing her like warpaint, moving his nose and cheeks through her to ensure he was soaked in her heady slick, his body making wild, unbridled choices purely on instinct.

“Yes, baby, please…” Her voice went straight through him like a bullet, tightening his cockhead to an uncomfortable degree, and it jerked against the mattress in protest. Her hands were in his hair, scratching through his scalp, encouraging him to sink his tongue deep inside of her hole.

John obeyed, helpless to her desire, his mind wiping clean and being rewritten by her will. He was swimming in her scent, drenched in her slick, and gasping against her pussy, his eyes fixated on her form as it writhed above him. When she met his eyes, she bit the inside of her lip, crying out for him, rewarding him for his prostrated fealty. Then, she began to rock her hips against his jaw, fucking herself on his face, and he let her use him to her heart’s content, staying strong and sure, allowing his body to be used, objectified and glorified by it.

When she began to come, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He followed his tongue inside of her with two of his thick fingers, pressing against her walls, pushing her over the edge. She bolted upright, wrapping her thighs around his face, smothering him with her body, trapping him breathless between her legs. Her whole being trembled for him. He could feel the shimmer of her very soul, rattling and writhing with her siren-like keening. And just when he started to see spots in his vision, needing air just a little less than he needed to please her, she lay open for him, blooming outward like a flower, releasing him from a limbo he longed to return to, oozing with a stream of rainbow-tinted come, the Omegan oil within her womb escaping to advertise its promises to her mate.

Without knowing why, John found himself lapping it up from her pulsing hole like a hound, swallowing mouthful after mouthful and grunting with each pass of his broad tongue.

“John, I need... Please, put your knot inside me. I’ll be good…” She begged, tears shining at the corners of her eyes from her come-drunk bliss, her hands plucking at her nipples and trying to soothe herself down from her high.

“My pretty girl wants this knot, yeah?” John grinned devilishly, dipping his finger into her over and over and licking it clean like she was a jar of endless honey, “Wants me to breed this gorgeous cunt…”

At that comment, she spread her legs even wider for him, opening up for him like a blossom for the sun, ready to take whatever he had to give her. It was mesmerizing for John to see her like this. Everything about her was filled with intoxication and need. He was just a vessel for her pleasure, pouring himself into her to make her full again. Dizzy and drunk with adoration, he notched his girth at her entrance, struggling to fit even his cockhead within her.

“Fuck… so bloody warm…”

Her body was burning him with every millimeter he sank into her, the heat of her tight sex in such high contrast with his cool rut. It felt like he was swimming in a roiling pot of sugary caramel, clinging and cloying and sticking to every part of him, and yet it was not enough. He needed more. His hips thrust forward, savage yet steady, reaching deep inside of her like an anchor, rushing to settle himself within her darkness.

The way his Omega cried out this time was different, and it snapped him to her attention, his mind immediately sensing a new need.

“Love, tell me what you need.” He purred, his mouth kissing her lips and her neck, lapping at the now-healing wound his own fangs had made, talking to her between long licks of his tongue, “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You’re so big. I’ve never…” She sounded ashamed.

Price slowed to a creeping pace, focused fully on her face,

“Never had a knot before?”

She shook her head, her eyes full of worry. John wrapped her up in his arms, dragging himself out of her slowly before filling her up again as carefully as he could.

“Tha’s alright, baby. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

“Feels like I’m burning alive,” she sighed, her brow furrowing with distress, “John, I need… I don’t know how…”

“Look at me, alright?” He helped her focus her eyes on his, “Don’t… Just stay with me, right here. You’re gonna come for me, and then… I’ll give you what you need.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice so small.

Price set himself on a path with a purpose. He used his hand to rub small, rhythmic circles beside the rigid body of her clit, coaxing her pussy to drop even more slick around him, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to let his knot slip inside of her prematurely. His thrusts were jerky and restrained, but he felt her begin to rock back and forth with his hand’s movements, bringing her closer and closer to her glowing joy.

“Good girl,” he praised her, watching her as she began to fall apart around him, “Tha’s my good little Omega. Come for your Alpha just like that. Just… mmf-fuck! Like that! Holy fuck.”

The feeling of her slick pussy clenching and twisting around his cock’s tugid body was enough to make him see stars. He felt almost sick with pleasure, his whole core lighting up like a roaring fire, spitting and aching to bury himself within her.

At the end of her crescendo, he felt himself let go of the chain, and he rutted his knot inside of her, humping himself forward ruthlessly, his body contorting itself to fit her needs. His knot sealed him within her, and although he was not yet orgasming, he was filling her with his come, the creamy flow of it spilling out of his tip, filling her hole and coating his prick from inside of its hungry little sheath.

“Your come… I can feel it inside of me. Oh, my God,” she sighed with some sort of relief, her eyes rolling inside of her head, her arms losing their strength, and her back arching towards him, lifting up as if she would float right into Heaven.

And just like that, her fever began to abate. With his knot stuffed inside of her, locking his seed within her hole, his Alphic oils could soothe her heat, bringing her back to the realm of consciousness and delivering her from her wild state.

“John,” she lay back, her hand pressed to his cheek.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he bent forward on his elbows and kissed her mouth, chastely at first, and then languidly, exploring her taste. When he did finally pull away, she was awake and alert, sated and happy. He smiled down at her,

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, wiping her hair back from her face.

“Hey,” she smiled back at him, wrapping her ankles around his back for comfort, not knowing that it was just enough to set his cock on edge again, his Alphic instinct rejoicing at the feeling of being trapped by his mate.

“You alright?” John asked, a tinge of worry at the edge of his voice.

“I am now, thanks to you,” she sighed, tucking herself in beneath him, rubbing her hands along his ribs and the soft fur of his back and arms, feeling every bit of him as if she was seeing him with her touch, “You saved me, Alpha.”

“Aye,” he nudged her jaw with his nose, asking her wordlessly to give him the vulnerable softness of her neck. She obliged, and he spoke to her between sucking kisses, “All mine. My Omega. Innit that right, baby?”

She was practically lambent beneath the scrutiny of his possession, rolling in it like a wave in the sand, captured by it and surrendering to the riptide of his unbreakable grip. She nodded, humming her ascent, her expression turning a little rueful right at the end of his kisses. The sorrowful timbre of her voice broke his heart,

“I’m grateful. But, I know this isn’t what you wanted, and I’m so sor–”

“No,” he kissed her words away, feeling his length throb inside of her, urging him to kiss her again, “No, love.”

“I won’t bite you,” she promised, her gaze still full of apology, “You won’t be stuck with me.”

“Bite me, Omega,” he bent his head and buried his face in her shoulder, giving her his gland in total surrender, “Go on. I’m yours.”

“John…” She hesitated, but he could feel her body flood her hole, excited beyond measure at the thought of binding him to her as her mated Alpha.

“Go on,” he commanded in his smoky growl, holding her tighter and bracing for the ecstasy of her teeth.

He felt her lips first, and his balls tightened, ready to fling him into a messy orgasm as soon as he felt his gland shatter in her mouth. Her Omegan teeth wouldn’t break the skin, but he knew she was strong enough to crack the shell around his swollen node. The anticipation of her bite was wrecking his mind, and he was gasping for breath by the time he felt her jaw set itself against him.

“Baby, please…” He whined in her ear, his hips thrusting in short, jerking thrusts, unable to move much with his knot still trapped up inside of her, holding his gushing come in her hole, pushing it into her womb from the sheer volume of it.

Her teeth connected, and he could hear his unbroken shell give way beneath her strength, the hormones inside of it rushing through his system like wildfire, burning through his veins and making him scream for her. At the same time, John felt his core throw him into a raw orgasm, his whole body trembling above her, wringing himself from the inside out.

“Alpha,” she sighed, licking his neck to comfort him, “My Alpha…”

“Yours, baby. All yours.”

— — — — —

The new trainees filed out of the gym, sweaty, bloody, and eager to be out of the captain’s sight. Price had run them ragged, forcing them to spar with practice weapons, pitting them against each other in a strained, exhausting competition. Ghost and Soap sat with Gaz as they eyed their commander, their eyes glued to the fresh bite mark on his neck, shocked into a silent stupor.

“I cannae believe it. Mated? To which lassie?” Soap asked, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t think he’d ever take a mate,” Gaz marvelled.

“I thought he was savin’ himself for marriage,” Ghost quipped, earning himself a scuff from Soap.

Price made his way across the mat, pulling his sweaty shirt off his back to trade it for a clean one. The red welts and nail-marks across his shoulders and down his belly made Gaz let out a low whistle. But, his commander’s glare stopped him mid-note.

“Wha’s that, Garrick?”

“Nothin’, sir. Just… admirin’ your battle scars,” Gaz smiled, wishing his two teammates would stop snickering so loudly.

“Looks like a hell’uva fight, Cap,” Ghost added, looking everywhere but into Price’s icy eyes.

“Wha’s her name?” Soap asked outright, skipping over the double entendres and going right for the point.

Their captain sighed, zipped up his gym bag, and stood in front of his three officers, glaring down at them with a look that was on the border of dead-seriousness,

“If I told you that, lads, I’d have to kill you.”

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