#the no-energy-too-much-energy-calm group dynamic

[helsensm]

they ran into each other at the mall

[tomboy014]

Tamaranean Siblings, Part 2!

After the Body Swap incident, Phantom and Starfire get close.  Really close.  Turns out swapping bodies breaks down a lot of boundaries, and unlike Raven, the two have bonded.  Starfire has always been a hugger, and she’s taken to carrying Phantom around like a teddy bear. Phantom is used to having a red-headed big sister, and ever since his parents worked the ecto-deflectors into their jumpsuits, he might maybe be a teensy bit touch starved.  He loves to sprawl over Starfire whenever they hang out together.

It’s driving Robin up the wall.  Phantom knows he’s been crushing on Starfire for a while, and he goes and does this?!  He can’t help but get more brusque with Phantom, to the point it starts to interfere with group dynamics, and it prompts even Starfire to tell him off for it.

Danny confronts Dick privately to tell him off for being a total dingus.  As far as the two of them are concerned, Kor’i and Danny are basically siblings now.  He’s knows Dick has a crush on her;  that’s why Danny has been trying to talk him up to Kor’i so she’ll give him a chance, and his attitude is not helping.  Dick needs to CHILL OUT!

Robin: … Who?

Phantom: You live with her for pete’s sake! How do you not know her first name?!

This is also where it comes to light that Robin/Dick doesn’t actually have any dating experience.

Robin is a super popular super hero, leader of his team, and supposedly smooth and charismatic.  Dick Grayson is the adopted son of Bruce frickin’ Wayne and beloved by the public. Danny’s at the bottom of the social ladder and he still got a date with the most popular girl in school. Twice!  How are you this bad at girls? 

Either way, things with Robin start to calm down and the group dynamic returns to normal (though Danny will never let him live down his lack of love life).  But things in the training room start to heat up. 

Starfire and Phantom now have a much better understanding of each other’s limits, and the gloves are off.  The whole tower shakes whenever the two of them spar together, and they’re both experimenting with new ways to use their energy powers after seeing how the other uses theirs.  Phantom even manages to give Starfire a black eye for the first time, and she’s ecstatic! It’s a Tamaranean thing.  In their culture, it’s an accomplishment when a younger sibling to visibly injures the elder sibling for the first time.  It shows how much the younger has grown and how well the elder has taught them.  Starfire is super proud and posts it all over SpaceBook.

But Phantom has ulterior motives for pushing Starfire the way he has been.  No one knows his strengths like Starfire does.  More importantly, no one knows his weaknesses the way she does.  If there’s anyone who’d know how to stop him…

Phantom asks Starfire to be his contingency plan, and explains everything that happened in The Ultimate Enemy, about his future self, what he did, and how terrified he is if he one day becomes that.  If that ever happens, he wants her to be the one to take him out.

Don’t try to talk him out of it.  He already gets it enough from his friends and sister that it won’t happen.  That he’s a good person.  He doesn’t need to worry about that, etc.  He’s heard it all before, but… None of them have actually agreed or promised to end him if it does happen.  And if it does… his friends are only human, and they couldn’t stop him before.

Starfire agrees.  She can see how important this is to him, and she won’t lose Danny to a dark path the same way she lost her sister.  The wave of relief that washes over him breaks Starfire’s heart.  These must be the horrible feelings that led him to develop the Ghostly Wail.

Still, she is confident that this future won’t come to pass because he chooses not to let it happen.  She, too, has been flung forward into a bleak future, but she knows nothing in the past, present or future is set in stone.  She fought and changed the future with her own two hands.  She’s knows Phantom is strong enough to do the same. 

While Dick and Danny were never really good at staying in contact with each other, Kor’i is and keeps up her relationship with Danny even after he “retires.”  She knew months before Dick of Jason did that he took the job at Arkham and is happy for him.  It may not be the career path he wanted, but he found a good job and a way to still help people without his powers. 

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[svt-luna]

hi! i really adore each member’s dynamic with luna 🫶 can i request for a chapter where the group’s over protectiveness comes to action when it comes to luna? it can be any member you prefer. thank you!

(pls keep on writing i really love ur blog 🤗)

ᡴꪫ ⋆ All EYES ON HER: SEVENTEEN’S ULTIMATE PROTECTIVE MOMENTS ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

synopsis: A compilation on the countless times the members have fiercely protected Luna, proving that anyone who messes with her has an entire team to answer to.

hello!! I apologize for taking so long with this request, it took a long time for me to get to it but finally, it’s here now. you didn’t specify what kind I should do, so I decided on a youtube compilation instead, I hope you don’t mind! happy reading, my loves 🤍💛

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ youtube compilations

[added captions are in brackets] ᡣ𐭩

bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

indented italics are additional voice overs ᡣ𐭩

Ah yes, folks, welcome to this episode of ‘How SEVENTEEN is Basically Luna’s Private Army at This Point.’

I mean, if you didn’t already know, our girl Luna isn’t just the 14th member of SEVENTEEN— no, no, she’s also the epitome of princess treatment.

Miss thing, is protected by her 13 bodyguards… I mean, bandmates.

I cannot stress this enough… the amount of times these guys circle around her like she’s made of glass is honestly a whole genre of content at this point.

You’d think they signed a secret contract that says, ‘Thou shalt not let Luna so much as trip on a pebble or breathe near a stalker without at least five of us nose-diving in front of her.’

I’m starting to think they all have a group chat where their one goal is: ‘Keep Luna safe. At all costs.’ I mean, the devotion is real, people.

Anyway, buckle up because we’re diving into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective moments over the years. From stage accidents to creepy fan encounters— these boys do it all. *swoons*

So grab your popcorn, maybe a tissue, and get ready to witness Luna being treated like the literal K-pop princess that she is.

LUNA’S AIRPORT SASAENG INCIDENT

I feel like this video itself just shows you how much the members are super protective of Luna.

On a side note, y’all weirdos really need to leave them the fuck alone

The airport was abuzz with the usual energy that seemed to follow SEVENTEEN everywhere they went. Fans had gathered on the other side of the barricades, screaming, phones flashing, as they tried to capture every moment of the members’ journey to the gate.

It was early— too early for most of the members to be anything but a little groggy. They had a long flight ahead to Seattle for their ‘Be the Sun’ tour concert, and it showed in the occasional yawn, tired smiles, and slow movements as they waited in line to enter their gate.

Luna stood in the middle of the line, nestled between Wonwoo, who was in front of her, and Seungcheol, who lingered protectively behind.

[In just a few seconds you guys would see how Choi Seungcheol became my bias]

[on a side note… look how hot he looks 😩 DADDY!]

Luna was chatting quietly with Wonwoo about the new show she was watching late last night, her voice calm as she ran through the reason why she got zero sleep.

Everything felt routine.

The members bowed and waved occasionally to the fans and cameras across the barricades, but it was all in the usual ebb and flow of their lives on tour. There was nothing unusual about the morning, just the soft hum of their conversations and the distant screams of their loyal Carats.

[I love how they still try their best to greet Carats despite being so tired 🥹]

And then it happened.

In the middle of her sentence, Luna was cut off by the sound of a man’s voice— a deep, rough yell from somewhere beyond the barricade. He was shouting her name, which wasn’t entirely strange. Fans often called out to her, but there was something different in the way this man shouted. It wasn’t the excited, breathless tone of a fan. It was urgent, desperate, and far too aggressive.

[guys I’m being so fr rn, this clip till this day pisses me the fuck off]

Before Luna or anyone else could process what was happening, there was a sudden movement from their side.

Out of nowhere, the man broke past security and somehow made it too close, far closer than any fan should’ve been allowed. He wasn’t behind the barricades anymore— he was there, within arm’s reach of the members.

[LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BUM]

[If I see him istg it’s on sight]

[I didn’t bother blurring his face cause… why should I?!]

The air around them shifted, the fans behind the barricades screaming in shock, but it was too late. Luna didn’t have time to turn and see him before she felt it.

A tight grip suddenly clamped down on her right arm.

It was jarring, a harsh pull that yanked her back, shocking her out of the moment. The man— eyes wild and frantic— was tugging her towards him, shouting about how much he loved her. “Luna, Jiyeon-ah! You don’t understand, I love you! I’m in love with you! I need you to know! I’m obsessed with you!”

[yeah we can tell, loser]

Luna’s breath hitched in her throat. The world around her blurred as the fans screamed louder, their voices tinged with panic. For a split second, her brain froze, and she couldn’t fully process what was happening. The man’s hand was too tight, too rough, and before she could pull away, she felt herself being dragged towards him.

[look at her face, motherfucker! look at how scared she looks]

[TWICE HER SIZE AND HE FUCKING YANKS HER]

But then, in an instant, everything shifted again.

Before Luna could even react, she felt a firm grip around her waist— a strong, grounding force pulling her back from the man’s grasp.

[IT’S THE SPEED!! IT WAS THE WAY HE REACTED!!]

[CHEOLIE’S REFLEXES ARE NEXT LEVEL]

[🫠🫠🫠]

Seungcheol, who had been just behind her, moved like a flash, his expression steely as his arm looped securely around her. His fingers pressed tightly against her waist, holding her in place, but his other hand wasn’t idle. With a swift, practiced motion, Seungcheol reached out and grabbed the man’s arm, yanking it away from Luna with more strength than the man had anticipated.

“Let go.” Seungcheol’s voice was firm, sharp with authority but calm, almost dangerously calm, as he shoved the man’s hand off her with little effort.

[GOODBYE WORLD]

[I– no words… there are no words]

[Honestly, if I were that sasaeng, I’d just tell my heart to stop right then and there]

[Choi Seungcheol is scary wbk]

At the same time, Wonwoo had spun around, his eyes dark with alarm. His hand immediately found Luna’s, grasping her left hand firmly as he pulled her back to safety, away from the chaos. The sudden switch from casual conversation to this whirlwind of confusion sent a surge of adrenaline through him. His usually stoic face was a mixture of concern and anger as he held Luna’s hand tighter, making sure she wasn’t being pulled any further.

[brb I’m gonna cry]

[Wonwoo was holding onto her for dear life]

The sasaeng stumbled backward as Seungcheol released him, but it wasn’t over yet.

The moment Seungcheol tore the man’s hand off Luna’s arm, the rest of the members immediately closed in, surrounding her like a protective shield.

[They look so worried 🥺]

[Jiyeon is so loved]

Security finally rushed in, grabbing the man and pulling him away from the members, the fans still screaming in horror and disbelief at what had just unfolded.

[Also what took y’all so fucking long 😠]

Seungcheol barely had time to check her well-being before he was pushed back into action, taking control of the situation as the leader.

As the fans continued to scream in both shock and confusion, Jeonghan was by Luna’s side in an instant, his face painted with worry. His hand hovered near her shoulder as he looked her over, asking softly, “Are you okay?” before Mingyu stepped up beside him, eyes scanning her for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay,” Luna nodded as she shook caressed the now red flesh of her right arm.

[MY PRONOUNS ARE J.E.O.N.G.N.A RAHHHH]

The members formed a tight circle around her, creating a barrier between Luna and the crowd as they took turns asking her if she was alright. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino, Wonwoo, and Dokyeom stood close, their faces unusually serious, while Minghao, Joshua, and Vernon kept a vigilant eye on the situation, making sure no one else could get close. Even Woozi, Jun, and Hoshi, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, were now alert and focused, standing protectively near her.

[they baracaded her real fast]

[THIS IS HOW THE SECRET SERVICE REACTS WHEN THERE IS A THREAT TO THE FUCKING PRESIDENT]

[WE LOVE TO SEE IT]

Luna, is still in shock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. The touch of the man’s rough hand still lingered on her skin, but the warmth and safety of her members anchored her in the present, pulling her out of the chaos and fear.

Meanwhile, off to the side, fans caught a glimpse of Seungcheol in full leader mode, visibly angry as he appeared to scold their security team.

[HE IS SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS 🥵]

[THIS👏 MAN 👏 DOESN’T 👏 PLAY 👏 WHEN 👏 IT 👏 COMES 👏 TO 👏 HIS 👏 MEMBERS]

Seungcheol’s body language was sharp and commanding, hands gesturing firmly as he instructed them on how to handle the situation. No one could hear exactly what he was saying, but it was clear from his tone and expression that he was furious. His jaw clenched, his eyes steely, he pointed toward the barricades and the area where the man had broken through, making sure there would be no more mistakes.

[blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name…]

[What I’d give to hear what he’s saying rn]

Fans watching from the other side couldn’t help but be struck by how protective and authoritative he was, silently appreciating the way SEVENTEEN took care of their own.

Once all that was taken care of, Seungcheol finally turned back and glanced down at Luna, his voice now softer but still firm. “You okay?” His eyes scanned her for any signs of distress or injury as he gently caressed her arm, his brows furrowed with concern.

[WHERE DO YOU GET A MAN LIKE THIS?!]

[I’m in love with him it’s not funny anymore 😔]

Luna nodded slowly, though her heart was still racing. “I’m okay, Cheollie… thank you,” she managed to whisper, her voice shaky but steadying.

“Thank you, Wonwoo oppa,” Luna turned to the man next to her who gave her a silent not, clearly still disturbed.

But Seungcheol wasn’t fully convinced she was fine… none of the members did. They could tell from how she twisted the rings on her fingers.

Seungcheol placed his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close as they moved forward, ensuring she was safe and that the man was well out of reach. Meanwhile, the rest of the members hovered around her. Jeonghan was beside her, now holding her hand, his grip tight and his presence still solid and reassuring.

[HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE JEONGNA]

[the way Cheol and Han kept holding her till they entered their gate 🥹]

The fans, who had just witnessed the entire event, were still in a state of shock, but now their screams had shifted. Instead of panic, there were chants of Luna’s name, filled with concern and admiration for how the members especially Seungcheol and Wonwoo had handled the situation.

It was only then, as the adrenaline began to fade, that Luna realized just how much she had been relying on them. Without them, without their quick thinking and protective instincts, she didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened.

‘FEAR’ WARDROBE MALFUNCTION IN JAPAN

The concert in Japan was in full swing, the arena lights flashing to the heavy beat of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Fear’ as they performed for thousands of cheering fans.

[Another one of my favorite clips, ladies and gentlemen]

The energy in the air was electric, the members synchronized perfectly with their intense choreography and sharp vocals. Luna was in the center of the stage, dressed in a sleek black attire that matched the rest of the members— black leather pants that accentuated her legs accompanied by a black sleeveless top with a zipper running down the back.

[MOM LOOKS HOT BTW 🥵]

The moment was flawless— until it wasn’t.

In the midst of a spin, as she did the choreography with the rest of the members, Luna felt the distinct sensation of her zipper giving way.

A chill ran down her spine as the entire back of her top unzipped, fully exposing her skin. Her black top was now hanging loose, barely held together by the fabric at the front.

But Luna, ever the professional, didn’t miss a beat. Her face remained fierce and intense, completely matching the dark, brooding mood of the song. Not a flicker of panic crossed her expression as she continued to sing, her voice steady, her movements sharp. Her body flowed with the choreography as if nothing was wrong, even though her mind was racing.

[her top was literally hanging by a thread]

[I don’t know how she does it. I would have panicked]

[It’s a good thing the zipper was at her back 🫥]

Some of the members noticed almost immediately. Being behind her in the formation, they had a clear view of her exposed back. Hoshi, who was a few steps to the side, caught a glimpse of her loose top during a turn, his eyes widening slightly in realization— however, he was a few steps too far to do anything about it.

Just as they transitioned to another part of the routine, Luna shifted her glance to the side and locked eyes with Dokyeom, who was right behind her. His eyes were filled with concern, his expression subtle but clear— her back was fully exposed, and they needed to fix it.

Luna, ever so composed, gave him a single, almost imperceptible nod. The kind of nod only someone who knew her well could catch. It was all she needed to convey her understanding.

[Again, it amazes me how fast they pulled this off]

[it took me like five times to understand how DK did it]

[Watch Dokyeomie closely]

Dokyeom, without hesitation, stepped into action while maintaining the choreography flawlessly. As they moved through the next steps, their bodies swayed and spun in perfect sync with the music, but every move was calculated.

Luna, still dancing and keeping her facial expression strong, swept her long hair from the back to the front in one fluid motion, letting it cascade over her shoulder. She exposed her bare back fully to Dokyeom, who was quick to react.

[HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵 HOT 🥵]

[maybe that’s why it’s so hard to catch DK zipping her up… Jiyeonie is too distracting]

With the precision and speed that only a professional dancer could pull off, Dokyeom zipped up the back of her top as if it were part of the routine. His fingers worked fast, pulling the zipper up in one smooth, swift motion while simultaneously stepping to the side, his feet moving in perfect time with the beat.

To any fan watching from the crowd, it would have looked like just another part of the choreography, so seamless was their execution. Luna barely flinched, continuing to sing with full power, her movements never faltering as she danced across the stage. The members around them barely blinked; they had seen what happened and knew the situation was under control.

[LIKE— WHAT?!]

[one minute her back was fully exposed and the next no skin at all!!?]

[THAT’S TALENT RIGHT THERE 👏👏👏]

The arena was still filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, but among them, some of the more eagle-eyed fans caught the moment on their phones. Every angle of the stage showed Dokyeom's swift actions and Luna's incredible poise. Twitter was already lighting up with comments about how professional they were.

As the final chorus hit, Luna and Dokyeom made eye contact once more. Luna, still keeping in character, mouthed a soft, “Thank you,” barely visible to the cameras, but enough for Dokyeom to see. He gave her a quick wink and a nod, his lips curling up into a small, reassuring smile before they both turned their attention back to the performance, moving seamlessly into the final formation.

[I want to be so good at something that I am this casual on stage]

From that point forward, no one would have guessed anything had gone wrong. The performance continued flawlessly, but fans watching from the crowd and at home couldn't help but be amazed at how fast and professional they both were. It was a moment of pure teamwork, a quiet display of trust and coordination between members that reminded everyone just how close SEVENTEEN really was—onstage and off.

THE BLANKET BLOCK ™

Now, let me introduce to you ‘The Infamous Blocks’. There are three in total— ‘The Blanket’, ‘The Body’, and ‘The Bear’. I might sound like I am joking but I’m being so serious…

Lets start with the ‘Blanket Block’

The night was electric with excitement, the air buzzing with anticipation as fans lined the barricades of the red carpet at MAMA 2017 in Japan. The event was one of the most awaited of the year, and the energy surrounding the venue was palpable. Cameras flashed wildly, fans screamed with glee, and a sea of lightsticks waved as the SEVENTEEN van rolled to a slow stop at the edge of the carpet. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the lights as if announcing the arrival of something grand. One by one, the members began to step out.

First came S.Coups, stepping confidently onto the red carpet, his sharp black suit catching the light just right. The fans erupted in cheers, phones already out and recording as each member made their way down the line. Mingyu followed, waving briefly to the crowd, and then Seungkwan, whose grin brightened as he acknowledged the fans’ excitement. Each member received their share of attention, but it wasn’t just for the boys the crowd was waiting.

[they looked too good to be true this night]

Inside the van, Luna sat, fixing her dress, her hands smoothing over the soft fabric nervously. She knew the moment she stepped out, all eyes would be on her. But more than the eyes, it was the cameras. The predatory gleam of lenses ready to snap her from every angle made her feel vulnerable, and exposed. Tonight, she was wearing an elegant, sleek black dress— classy but form-fitting— and she knew the moment she stepped out, the cameras wouldn’t be kind if they caught anything inappropriate.

Jeonghan, who had just stepped out of the van, paused at the door and leaned back inside. His pink hair gleamed under the overhead lights, but his gaze was focused entirely on Luna, not the crowd.

He noticed her slight hesitation and saw the way her hands twitched with uncertainty as she adjusted her dress. He leaned in closer, his voice soft and comforting, though the words were lost to the flashing lights and the fans’ endless chants. Whatever he said, it calmed her enough for her to take a deep breath and prepare to step out.

[I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO HER]

[I’m desperate, please]

But before she could fully exit the van, Jeonghan reached inside and swiftly grabbed a dark blanket that had been folded near the seats. With a smooth, practiced motion, he unfolded it and held it open in front of the door, shielding Luna from the prying eyes and flashing cameras that would’ve otherwise had a clear view of her legs and dress as she maneuvered out of the car.

[GOODBYE WORLD PT. 2]

[YOON JEONGHAN IS THE STANDARD]

He didn’t rush her, didn’t make a big deal of it; his movements were calm, unbothered as if this were second nature to him. The blanket draped in his hands, blocking the lower part of her from view.

[I WANT HIM]

[LORD HE’S PERFECT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE]

Luna, catching the gesture, couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude. Her face softened as she adjusted her dress under the cover of the blanket. She took a moment to gather herself, making sure every inch of fabric was in place, every crease smoothed out.

She met Jeonghan’s eyes for a brief second, and the silent exchange between them said more than words could have. A nod of reassurance. A small, grateful smile.

[she just swooned… don’t at me]

Jeonghan, still holding the blanket like a shield, waited for her signal. Only when Luna gave him the okay— a subtle but confident nod— did he let the blanket drop.

[HE– I– can’t. I need him in my life]

In a smooth motion, he tossed it back inside the van and extended his hand to her. Luna stepped out gracefully, her confidence restored as her feet touched the ground. The cameras immediately went into overdrive, capturing every inch of her, but Jeonghan remained beside her, his hand still on hers, helping her as they moved forward together.

[MOM AND DAD ARE SO FUCKING HOT]

[CAN I BE THE THIRD IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?!]

[please, I’m begging… I can be a pet… I can bark]

The cheers from the crowd doubled as Luna appeared. The fans, who had been screaming the members’ names, now turned their attention to the only female member of SEVENTEEN, and the energy shifted.

But Jeonghan never let go of her hand, guiding her with a quiet but firm presence. He knew how these events worked, how easily one wrong angle could lead to unnecessary scrutiny. And so, even as they posed together on the red carpet, his body was angled ever so slightly in her favor, offering her the subtle kind of protection that no one would notice but her.

[😩😩😩😩]

[look at them]

The fans closest to the barricades noticed it, though. They had seen the entire interaction, from the way Jeonghan covered her with the blanket to the way he never once let her fend for herself. And it didn’t go unnoticed how he tossed the blanket away only once he was certain she was completely comfortable. Luna's smile was as radiant as ever, but beneath it was the comfort of knowing that, even in a sea of flashing lights and camera lenses, someone always had her back.

[ICONIC. SIMPLY ICONIC.]

[one of the most iconic Jeongna moments]

THE BODY BLOCK ™

Next is my favorite out of the three… the ‘Body Block’

The night sky over Seoul was illuminated by the flashing lights of countless cameras, the red carpet stretching out like a sea of glamour and anticipation. It was the Cartier event of 2022, an evening that promised to bring together the city's most elegant and well-known figures.

Among them were Luna and Mingyu, two of Cartier’s most prominent models and brand ambassadors. Their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but the fact that they both wore red, in perfectly coordinated outfits, had the press buzzing.

[RED IS THEIR COLOR]

[I’m sorry– they looks so hot and intimidating]

Luna stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the smooth surface of the red carpet. She was the embodiment of grace, her tall, slender frame draped in a stunning, floor-length red dress.

The dress was an exquisite piece— a bold, deep crimson that shimmered under the camera lights. It was strapless on one side, while the other featured a delicate, thin strap that wrapped over her shoulder, highlighting the gentle curve of her collarbone. The material clung to her figure in all the right ways, its fabric flowing down to her feet like liquid silk, pooling elegantly around her ankles. A daring slit along one side revealed a hint of her leg as she moved, but it was done tastefully, maintaining an air of sophistication and class.

[I WAS DROOLING WHEN I SAW HER]

[she doesn’t look real 😭]

[like– I’m convinced she’s a hologram]

Mingyu followed closely behind her, equally striking in his tailored red suit. The suit jacket was perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, the crimson fabric complementing the sharp black of his shirt underneath.

[DOUBLE KILL]

[I AM SORRY— sir?!]

[I am loyal to Seungcheol… am I?]

Together, they made a captivating pair, their outfits harmonizing in a way that felt almost intentional, like they were meant to stand side by side on this particular night.

As they posed for the cameras, the flashes were relentless, a barrage of light capturing their every move. Luna stood tall, her chin slightly raised, one hand placed elegantly on her hip while her other arm hung loosely at her side. Beside her, Mingyu struck his own pose, the definition of cool confidence, his dark eyes locking with the cameras as they both stood center stage, an image of luxury and refinement.

[They’d be so hot together… I didn’t say that 😀]

And then it happened— so quickly that it could have been missed by anyone not paying attention. As Luna shifted her weight, turning her body slightly to change her angle, one of the thin straps of her dress slipped from her shoulder. The movement was subtle, barely noticeable at first, but as the strap fell, it revealed the bare skin of her shoulder.

[EVEN HER SHOULDER LOOKS PRETTIER THAN ME]

[DOES THAT MAKE SENSE!??]

Luna’s eyes flickered downward for a moment, a small crease of surprise appearing on her otherwise composed face.

Without missing a beat, she calmly reached up and tugged the strap back into place, her fingers grazing the cool fabric as she pulled it back over her shoulder. Her expression remained neutral, her movements composed— professional, as always. But Mingyu had seen it. The moment the strap fell, his attention snapped to her, eyes narrowing with concern for a fraction of a second.

[I’m convince every single member has spidey senses when it comes to her]

In a split-second decision, Mingyu moved. He stepped directly in front of Luna, his tall frame blocking her from the cameras with an easy, natural movement. His back was now facing the cameras, shielding her from their view as she adjusted the strap. His broad shoulders and the crimson jacket became a makeshift curtain, offering her privacy in an instant.

[🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[LORD IT’S ME AGAIN]

[JEHUENDUWGYWGEJIWUDGUWBWKAIYWGUWB]

Luna looked up at him, her fingers still smoothing over the strap of her dress as she finished fixing it. Their eyes met, and for a moment, no words were needed. A small, appreciative smile touched her lips, her eyes softening as she gave him a simple nod of thanks.

Mingyu, always effortlessly cool, returned the gesture with a brief smile of his own, his eyes flickering with a silent understanding. Then, just as smoothly as he had positioned himself in front of her, he moved back to his original spot, turning to face the cameras once more, as if nothing had happened.

[THEY ALWAYS MAKE SURE SHE’S READY BEFORE THEY FUCKING STOP 🥹]

[they are so obedient too]

The photographers continued their frenzy, completely unaware of the quiet, protective exchange that had just taken place between the two. To them, it had been a seamless transition— nothing out of the ordinary. But to those paying close attention, the subtle moment of protection from Mingyu was not only graceful but instinctual, a sign of the quiet care he had for Luna, his fellow ambassador, and friend.

Together, they resumed their poses, their red outfits glowing under the lights, and once again, they became the perfect image of poise and elegance. But those who knew— who saw the quick flash of concern in Mingyu’s eyes and the gratitude in Luna’s smile— recognized the deeper connection between them, one that went beyond their roles on the red carpet.

The event continued, but that brief moment lingered, caught by the lucky fans who were watching closely enough to see the exchange, a testament to the unspoken bond shared by the two.

THE BEAR BLOCK ™

And finally, the ‘Bear Block’

The soft glow of the hotel room’s ambient lighting bathed the cozy space in a warm hue as Minghao and Luna sat side by side on the edge of her bed, engaging with fans in their casual Weverse live. Luna’s hotel room was comfortably minimalistic—soft cream-colored walls, sleek furniture, and the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from a diffuser on the nightstand. Behind them, a plush teddy bear sat tucked into the pillows, a gift Luna had received from a fan earlier that day, its little beady eyes gleaming under the camera's light.

[IT’S THE OTHER SET OF TWINS OF SEVENTEEN]

[the 97 line twins]

It was a typical live stream for the two— comfortable and relaxed. Luna, in her soft oversized hoodie, was leaning back against the bedpost while Minghao, dressed in his usual stylish yet casual attire, lounged next to her. Their conversation flowed naturally as they laughed and answered fans’ questions. Minghao would occasionally break into Chinese, his voice smooth as he spoke in his mother tongue, and Luna, always eager to learn, would repeat his phrases with childlike excitement, though her pronunciation was less polished.

[they are so cute 🥺]

[I love this duo so much]

Minghao chuckled each time she got it wrong, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “No, no, like this,” he’d say, gently correcting her, the fondness in his tone unmistakable. He would then patiently translate the meaning into Korean for her and their fans, smiling as Luna exaggeratedly repeated the words again, determined to get it right.

[I am so soft for them]

The chat was buzzing with messages, and the number of viewers kept rising steadily as more fans joined in, thrilled by the duo’s easy-going dynamic. Luna, always full of energy, glanced at the screen, her sharp eyes catching one of the rapid comments. She leaned forward to get a better look, her long hair cascading down one side of her face as she brought her face closer to her phone.

"Wait, what does this say—" Luna began, her voice trailing off mid-sentence. Just as she was about to read the comment aloud, Minghao, who had been fiddling with the teddy bear on the bed, made a swift movement. In a fraction of a second, without a word, he gently but firmly pressed the soft bear against her chest, covering her entirely from view.

[this cracked me up 😂]

[the fact the Hao just shoved the bear in front of her was just hilarious]

Luna froze for a heartbeat, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what had just happened. Her body had leaned forward just a little too far, and in her oversized hoodie, there had been a chance she might have inadvertently revealed something on camera that wasn’t meant to be seen. Minghao, with his ever-watchful eye and sharp instincts, had noticed it instantly.

[Hao really said: “not on my watch.” 🧸]

Her breath hitched for a moment as she glanced at him, her face a mix of shock and silent gratitude. Minghao, his expression calm and collected, simply nodded at her in a way that conveyed everything without words. He didn’t make a big deal of it; his actions were smooth and almost invisible to the casual observer. His nod was one of quiet understanding, a signal that she didn’t need to worry— he had her back.

[He’s also so fucking hot, lawd]

Luna’s heart swelled with appreciation, but she played it cool. With a soft exhale, she shot him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she muttered under her breath, barely audible but enough for Minghao to hear.

He gave a subtle smile in return, his eyes crinkling slightly as he continued to idly hold the bear in place, casually moving it as though it were part of their lighthearted banter.

Luna straightened back up, her posture relaxed once more, and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Luna’s smile returned as she read through more comments, her face as calm and composed as ever, a professional through and through.

[CUTIESSSSSS 💕💕💕]

They continued answering fan questions as the live stretched on, but the silent gesture lingered in the air like an unspoken promise— proof that, no matter what, Minghao was always watching out for her, and Luna was never truly alone.

LUNA’S TRAINEE STORY IN GAME CATERERS 1-2

“It says here that you are known to cause fights.” PD Na said.

[THIS ENTIRE STORY RIGHT HERE]

The sudden statement caught everyone off guard. The members burst into laughter while Luna sat there, shocked and confused, unsure of how to respond.

“Me?” she asked, pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Fights? Where did you hear that?” She laughed, still trying to process the unexpected accusation.

[She’s just that bitch. She didn’t even know]

PD Na pointed at his paper, a teasing grin on his face. “We did our research. It says here that you caused a lot of fights when you were a trainee.”

A chorus of agreements erupted from the members, with many of them pointing at her and Jeonghan, nodding vigorously.

“That’s right!”

“He’s right!” they echoed, their voices overlapping as they teased her.

"This is amazing," Dokyeom laughed harder.

“What?” Luna turned to look at her members, her confusion deepening as she tried to piece together what they were talking about. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

Then her eyes landed on Jeonghan who was already watching her, and it all clicked. The realization dawned on her face, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding, and then to amusement. “Ah,” she laughed, finally catching on.

[SHE TOOK ONE LOOK AT JEONGHAN AND KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT]

Jeonghan, always the instigator, just grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

[he’s proud too]

As the memory clicked into place, Luna laughed harder, her laughter bubbling over as she covered her mouth with her hands. “This is amazing,” she marveled, still giggling. “How did you guys find out about that? I had completely forgotten about it.”

PD Na watched her with amusement, leaning forward slightly. “Can you tell us about it?” he asked, clearly intrigued.

Luna glanced at Jeonghan, who nodded in agreement, his smile knowing. She turned back to the group, preparing to recount the story. “It was when I was a trainee, and I was new at ‘PLEDIS’. This happened about five months after I joined,” Luna began, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. “This one time, I just had the hardest day. The training was intense, I was sick at that time as well, and I remember stressing over my exams because I was still in school.”

Everyone listened carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her members, who knew the story well, giggled quietly, already anticipating where it was headed.

Luna continued, “I hadn’t eaten the entire day. I came to the practice room, and I had an apple. Then, one of the trainees came over, and he was teasing me.”

She paused, mimicking the boy’s actions by raising her hand as if holding something up high. “He took my apple, raised it up, and teased me to take it. He kept doing it and wouldn't give it to me up to the point that I just started crying,” Luna admitted, laughing at the memory of her younger, more vulnerable self.

“Aww,” the members and producers chorused, a mixture of sympathy and amusement in their voices.

[THEY ARE SO SOFT FOR HER WTF 🥺]

Luna pressed on, “Then, all of a sudden, Jeonghannie oppa came in.” She placed her hand on Jeonghan’s leg, and though he made no move, he continued listening to her, his smirk growing as he anticipated the end of the story. “He saw me crying, took one look at the apple, and then he went…”

Luna mimicked Jeonghan’s deep, angry voice and stern expression, saying, “‘Give it back'.”

The room exploded into shrieks. The members erupted in howls and laughter, some leaping out of their seats, while others covered their mouths in teasing disbelief. The laughter was contagious, filling the room. Luna and Jeonghan remained seated next to each other, smiling as the room buzzed with the chaotic energy of their shared memories.

[only same reaction]

As the laughter in the room finally began to die down, Luna continued the story, still smiling. “The trainee still wouldn’t give it back and thought Hannie oppa was joking with him,” she said, recalling the moment. “Then he went, ‘I said give it back,’ but the trainee just laughed at him. Oppa was one of the oldest, so it was a bit disrespectful…”

PD Na, fully invested in the story, leaned in slightly. “Then… what did he do?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Jeonghan, his voice calm and deep, answered this time, his eyes still carrying that signature droopy look as he smirked lazily. “I cursed him out.”

The casual delivery of his words contrasted with the intensity of the moment, making the members erupt into a chorus of teasing.

"Ooh, he cursed!"

"He really cursed him out!"

"He cursed!" they repeated, pointing at Jeonghan and laughing even harder.

Luna nodded, trying to keep a straight face, before wrapping up the story. "Then after that, we left, and he bought me food."

[out of all the things PLEDIS could’ve fucking released in that training room it could have been this!]

Before PD Na could reply, Seungkwan jumped in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There was also this one time. Maybe a year after that incident."

PD Na raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "There's another one?"

Luna, confused, turned to look at Seungkwan, who was seated behind her. "What else is there?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

[SHE’S LOST]

"It happened a year before we debuted," Seungkwan leaned forward, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "Noona is beautiful. She's really beautiful. Even back then when she was younger, she hasn't changed at all. Not once. She looks the exact same. The only thing that changed is her height." He emphasized each word to PD Na, while Luna listened quietly, her members nodding in agreement.

[I AGREE]

"She was an extremely popular trainee," Seungkwan continued. "A lot of boys liked her."

[SAME]

With that, a chorus of agreements spilled from the mouths of the members. "That's true," Mingyu said, nodding along with the others.

[GOOD. SO WE ALL AGREE.]

"There was a time when two trainees were literally arguing about her because they both liked her, and they decided to talk to her about it and make her decide," Seungkwan added, glancing over at Luna with a grin.

"I remember this," S.Coups chuckled, his eyes lighting up with the memory.

Luna’s eyes widened as she finally recalled the story. "Oh, right! Once they saw me, they started arguing in front of me," she nodded, using her hands to illustrate the scene.

[She explained that as if it’s the most normal thing in the world]

"Right. They were literally fighting in front of her," Seungkwan affirmed. "The members present tried to make them stop, but one thing led to another, and they both grabbed Luna by each hand," Seungkwan demonstrated the movement, grabbing Wonwoo’s arm to illustrate the point.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS]

"Jeonghan… He was the angriest I've ever seen him in my life," Seungkwan said, raising his hand as if swearing to the truth.

[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS PT. 2]

Seungkwan then stood up, pulling Wonwoo to his feet to act out the scene. "Jeonghan went up to them and just…" He mimicked Jeonghan’s aggressive stance, facing Wonwoo head-on, his expression fierce.

"Jeonghan had really long hair back then, so it was swaying like this," Seungkwan added, shaking his head from side to side, imitating the way Jeonghan’s hair had moved during the confrontation. "'Let go,'" he said in a deep, angry voice, perfectly mimicking Jeonghan.

[ANGRY JEONGHAN + LONG-HAIRED JEONGHAN = 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

Another chorus of amused, teasing "Oohs" erupted from the members, while Luna sat laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

S.Coups, still seated, shook his head with a grin. "I had to get him off. It was the first time I saw Jeonghan angry as well," he confessed, looking at Jeonghan with a mixture of admiration and amusement.

[good lord. PLEDIS RELEASE THE FOOTAGE NOW. I KNOW YOU HAVE IT THERE SOMEWHERE]

PD Na directed his attention to Jeonghan, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile. "It seems like you're involved in a lot of these stories."

[He knows what’s up]

Before Jeonghan could respond, Dokyeom cut in with a knowing grin. "Jeonghan is the most protective of Luna."

[I BEG TO DIFFER BUT ACCURATE]

Luna quickly interjected, shaking her head with a smile. "No, it’s because he was the first person I became friends with when I joined. He was the person I was most comfortable with."

[🥹🥹🥹]

Jeonghan finally spoke up, his tone nonchalant as if the answer was obvious. "How else am I supposed to react during that situation?"

[right. right. right.]

Hoshi chimed in, nodding in agreement. "He’s cool."

"Very cool," Minghao said.

[He’s hot too]

Seungkwan, ever the dramatic one, couldn’t resist adding his flair. "I swear it was like a drama," he said, his voice filled with exaggerated emotion. "It was like you could hear the song play… 'Almost Paradise'…'" He sang the familiar tune, sending the room into another round of laughter.

[YESSSSSSSSSS]

PD Na, still chuckling, looked back at Jeonghan and Luna. "It’s because she’s your best friend. You two are the closest."

Both Luna and Jeonghan nodded, confirming the bond they shared.

"She's like your younger sister," PD Na added thoughtfully.

[sure]

Jeonghan, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly faltered. "N– y–yes," he stuttered, quickly changing his answer.

[HE AINT SLICK AT ALL]

The subtle exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Luna that followed didn’t go unnoticed. Jeonghan's eyes lingered on her for just a moment, while Luna remained composed, though there was a fleeting glint of something unspoken in her eyes. It was a small, almost imperceptible moment, but the hesitation in Jeonghan’s response added a strange tension to the room that only the members noticed and understood as if there was more to the story than they were letting on.

[CALL ME INSANE BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE]

[THE MEMBERS KNOW TOO]

PD Na, oblivious to the undercurrent, chuckled again. "I never thought you would be the type of person to fight," he remarked to Jeonghan, amused by the contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the stories being told.

The room burst into laughter again, and in perfect sync, both Luna and Jeonghan replied, "You’d think."

[GOD I LOVE THEM]

LUNA’S ALMOST FACE-PLANTING OFF THE STAGE

It was the encore stage of SEVENTEEN’s ‘Be The Sun’ concert in Los Angeles, the never-ending loop of ‘Very Nice’ ringing through the arena as the crowd screamed and chanted along. The energy was electric, and all fourteen members were spread across the stage, bouncing with uncontainable excitement.

[it’s always this song btw]

[shit always happens during this never-ending song]

They’d already run through what seemed like a dozen rounds of the song, yet the adrenaline kept them going, fueled by the roars of the fans.

Luna, like the rest, was in high spirits, hopping from side to side, her voice blending with the sea of cheers as she waved down to the fans in the pit.

[SPIT ON ME– w-what?!]

She had found herself at the very edge of the stage, close enough that she could see the eager faces reaching up toward her, arms outstretched and phones recording every moment. Luna smiled and waved, her fingers making heart signs as she interacted with the fans who screamed her name in delight.

[She’s adorable and hot at the same time]

[like– how does one achieve that skill]

Her hair was slightly damp from all the jumping, and she pushed it out of her face, not noticing the sheen of water accumulating by her feet. The other members had been throwing water bottles into the crowd moments earlier, and the puddles left behind were nearly invisible under the bright concert lights.

In the heat of the moment, Luna took a step forward, her foot catching the slick surface beneath her. Her sneakers slid out from under her, and for a brief, terrifying second, her body lurched forward, dangerously close to toppling off the stage. Her balance was gone, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched her stumble.

[SHE LITERALLY WAS THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO SEEING JESUS]

But before gravity could pull her down, two pairs of hands shot out— firm and fast. Dino, who had been dancing nearby, immediately grabbed her left arm with a firm grip, his reflexes kicking in as he sensed her falling. At the same moment, Vernon, who had been casually walking past on her right, caught her other arm, his hands locking around her elbow with precision. Together, the two maknaes stabilized her, each holding on tightly as she regained her footing.

[THEY BOTH LOOKED EQUALLY TERRIFIED]

[Someone bubble wrap Jiyeonie I’m so serious]

For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The three of them stood frozen, catching their breaths as the arena’s lights flashed around them.

[the way the three of them just froze]

Luna’s heart raced as she realized how close she had been to a disastrous fall, right in front of thousands of fans. She turned to look at Dino and Vernon, their hands still gripping her arms firmly. Their faces mirrored a mixture of concern and relief, and they exchanged a silent understanding in that brief, weighty second.

Luna, her chest heaving, mouthed the words, “Thank you… I almost died,” her eyes wide with mock dramatization.

Her words, though lost in the chaos of the concert, were picked up by eagle-eyed fans close enough to lip-read the exchange. Dino let out a relieved laugh, his lips quirking into a smile, while Vernon gave a subtle nod, eyes flicking toward her with a smirk, as if to say, “Yup, you almost died.”

In the span of a heartbeat, the moment passed. Dino and Vernon released their hold as she straightened herself, shaking off the near-incident. Luna turned back to the audience with a bright grin, as if nothing had happened, raising her arms and encouraging the crowd to scream even louder.

[SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😂]

The fans, unaware of just how close she’d been to falling, cheered even harder, oblivious to the small protective moment that had unfolded before their eyes.

As the three continued dancing, the members spread back out across the stage, the concert’s rhythm never missing a beat.

THIS LIVE THAT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL

Hoshi’s live had started like any other, full of laughter, easy conversation, and the familiar warmth of interacting with fans. As he sat in front of the camera, casually talking about everything from the group’s upcoming schedules to his favorite food that day, the comments section filled with excitement, fans from all over the world typing out their love and admiration for SEVENTEEN's energetic tiger.

[AH YES, ANOTHER CLIP THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF]

But then, the live took an unexpected turn as both Joshua and Luna suddenly appeared on screen. Joshua casually strolled into the room, his ever-present smile lighting up his face as he greeted the viewers. “Hey, everyone!” he said, settling down beside Hoshi.

Luna followed quietly, a soft, polite wave to the camera as she sat next to Joshua. Her presence, while usually met with joy from fans, always came with its fair share of negativity as well, something she’d long since come to terms with as the only female member of SEVENTEEN.

At first, the chat exploded with excitement.

“OMG Joshua!!”

“YAY, Jiyeonie is here too!!”

“Look at these visuals!!!”

But quickly, as always, the tide began to shift. Hidden between the floods of hearts and cheers, darker comments started appearing.

They always did.

“Why is she even here?”

“We only wanted Joshua and Hoshi, not her.”

“She ruins it as always.”

“Please leave, no one wants to see you.”

Luna sat quietly, her eyes flickering over the comments, her usual smile frozen on her face. She had grown used to this, a side effect of being the only girl in a thirteen-member male-dominated group.

[YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER ROT IN HELL]

[look at her face!]

No matter how much love she received, there were always those who couldn't accept her presence.

Over the years, she had developed a thick skin.

She knew she didn’t need to prove herself to anyone, that she was just as much a part of SEVENTEEN as any of the others, but that didn’t make it any less uncomfortable to read such words over and over again. It was as though the hate was a dark cloud that hovered just beyond the warmth of the stage lights, waiting to seep in whenever she let her guard down.

Joshua, sitting next to her, immediately sensed the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes noticed how her usual bubbly chatter had quieted down, how she glanced at the screen but didn’t engage as much as she normally would.

[I am just happy she has them 🥺]

[she doesn’t deserve the hate]

Without a word, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his touch comforting and protective. His gaze met hers in a brief exchange, asking the question without saying a word: Are you okay?

[🥹🥹🥹]

Luna looked up at him and gave a small nod, her lips curving into a soft smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. It wasn’t the hate that bothered her, not anymore— it was how people could hold so much anger and vitriol for someone they didn’t even know. Still, she remained quiet, determined not to let the negative comments ruin the mood of the live.

[BAE JIYEON WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER 💖💖💖]

But Hoshi, ever the observant one, wasn’t about to let it slide. His bright, playful expression faded as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes scanning the comments section intently.

[ngl his shift in attitude gave me fucking chills]

[Hoshi really went from 🐹 to🐯]

Luna watched out of the corner of her eye as his fingers moved across the screen, quietly and deliberately reporting the hateful messages one by one. Only she and Joshua could see what he was doing, but fans started speculating in the chat as well, noticing the change in his expression and how his focus shifted from conversation to something else entirely.

[HE REALLY SAID “TRY ME BITCH”]

[he was mass reporting the shit out of them hoes]

Then, after a few moments of silence, Hoshi sat back, his face serious, his usually playful tone replaced with something much firmer, more resolute. His voice carried an edge that left no room for argument, yet he wasn’t aggressive— just calm, measured, and unwavering. He addressed the chat directly, his eyes staring straight into the camera.

[HELP— HE IS GENUINELY TERRIFYING ANGRY]

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you should just leave,” Hoshi said, his words clear and firm. “This live is for all of us to have fun and spend time together. I won’t tolerate disrespect toward any of my members. If you don’t like it, that’s fine— but I won’t have people being rude. That’s not what SEVENTEEN is about, and that’s not the kind of fans we want. So if you’re here to spread hate, you’re not welcome.”

[SHIT– I… 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️]

[RAWR! THAT’S THE TIGER IN HIM]

He paused, his expression softening just slightly, but his message was unmistakable. “Let’s all just be kind to each other, okay? That’s the kind of energy we need.”

[AMEN TO THAT!]

[YOU LOSERS HEAR HIM?!]

The chat exploded with a mix of reactions. Supportive fans immediately flooded the comments with love for Luna, agreeing with Hoshi’s words and calling out the haters who had been leaving negative comments. But there were still others who continued to protest, claiming they had a right to their opinions, or that they hadn’t said anything wrong.

Through it all, Luna stayed quiet. She occasionally responded to a few positive comments, forcing a smile here and there, but her heart wasn’t in it. Joshua and Hoshi tried their best to lighten the mood, playfully nudging her to join the conversation, but the damage had already been done— not because she was hurt by the hate, but because it confused her.

How could people carry so much anger, so much spite, for someone they didn’t even know? It was a question she couldn’t answer and one that weighed on her more than the comments themselves.

[she looked sad the entire time]

[I’m so sorry, baby 🥺]

As the live continued, the mood eventually lightened again, thanks to Hoshi’s relentless energy and Joshua’s calm, steady presence. But for Luna, the evening felt a little heavier, her mind drifting back to the reality of her position as SEVENTEEN's only female member. She would never let the hate break her, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting.

“BAE JIYEON MARRY ME!”

The air was buzzing with excitement inside the venue as fans eagerly waited for the fan sign event to begin. The members of SEVENTEEN sat in a line, comfortably seated behind a long table on the stage, each with their markers in hand, ready to greet their Carats up close. The stage lights cast a soft glow over the group as they casually chatted amongst themselves, waving occasionally to the fans in the audience, who were waiting for their turn.

Luna, seated between Joshua and Minghao, was twirling her marker absentmindedly, her attention drifting between the other members' conversations and the distant murmur of the crowd. The relaxed energy around her was something she always cherished at fan signs— a rare chance to connect with the fans on a more personal level.

[I HAVE SAID IT ONCE AND I’LL SAY IT AGAIN… SHE IS BEAUTIFUL… AND SMOKING HOT 😍🥵]

But just as Luna was about to engage in a conversation with Minghao, a loud, booming voice from the audience broke through the steady hum of the crowd.

“BAE JIYEON, MARRY ME!”

[Honestly… valid]

The sudden, bold declaration reverberated across the room, sending ripples of surprise and laughter through the fans. Luna, completely caught off guard, froze mid-spin, her eyes widening as she looked up toward the sea of fans. Her heart jumped in her chest, not from the proposal itself, but from the unexpected shock of it all.

[She’s adorable]

[She’s also concerned]

A chorus of laughter and amused giggles rose from the audience. Luna, still recovering from the jolt of surprise, reached for the mic in front of her, her lips curving into an amused smile.

She was about to reply, maybe tease the fan back, but before she could even bring the mic to her lips, the response came— not from her, but from the thirteen members seated beside her.

[And there they go…]

A resounding, collective, and very loud “NO!” erupted from her bandmates. The word shot across the room in unison, like a protective shield around her, each member adding their own flair to the rejection.

[THEY CRACK ME TF UP 😂]

Seungcheol was the first to react, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and giving a mock glare toward the fan as he leaned back in his seat. “Absolutely not,” he added, shaking his head as if to cement the point.

Dino and Jun, sitting a few seats down, followed suit, their arms shooting up into the air in exaggerated protest. “No, no, no!” They chanted, shaking their fingers dramatically, their expression both comical and stern.

Hoshi, always one to escalate things, leaned forward in his chair, his voice loud and booming as he pointed into the audience. “You’ve got some nerve!” he said playfully, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Jiyeon’s not going anywhere, you hear me?”

The fans roared with laughter, thoroughly entertained by the group’s immediate and united defense. Even Woozi, known for his quieter reactions, shook his head silently, his lips forming a firm, resolute “no” as he glanced down the line at Luna, his protective instincts subtly showing.

Mingyu, seated at the far end, leaned into his mic. “Good try, though,” he deadpanned, earning another round of chuckles from the audience.

[MENACES]

Luna couldn’t help but laugh, her shoulders shaking as the members continued their playful scolding. It was a chaotic chorus of no’s, some loud and exaggerated, others quiet but firm. The overwhelming display of protection from her members warmed her heart, and she could see the amusement spreading among the fans as well.

[JIYEON JUST SAT THERE LIKE: “YUP 😇”]

Even the fan who had shouted the proposal was laughing along, clearly enjoying the playful banter his boldness had sparked.

As the ruckus continued, Luna finally leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a grin. The mic still rested in her hand, but there wasn’t much for her to say— her bandmates had already spoken loud and clear.

Then, amidst the fading echoes of laughter, Jeonghan, who had remained relatively quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and smooth as he brought his mic to his lips, his usual playful smirk replaced with something more composed.

“Sorry, but that question is sensitive for us,” he said nonchalantly, though there was a glint in his eyes that made it clear there was more truth to his words than his tone let on.

[Translation: “Only I get to ask her to marry me.”]

The laughter in the room softened, and for a split second, a quiet fell over the stage as Luna and the rest of the members registered the weight behind Jeonghan’s words. It was a joke, of course, but Luna knew Jeonghan better than most— and she could tell he was serious.

He always was when it came to her.

Luna’s laughter faded into a softer smile, a silent understanding passing between her and Jeonghan as their eyes briefly met across the table. He gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she returned it, appreciating the subtle way he always looked out for her. Even in moments like this, where the line between playfulness and sincerity blurred, Jeonghan’s protectiveness always shone through.

[STOP FLIRTING WITH MOM, DAD!]

The fans, blissfully unaware of the deeper meaning behind his words, erupted into laughter once again, the lighthearted atmosphere quickly returning. Luna, feeling the warmth of her members’ care, picked up the mic at last and shook her head, addressing the original fan who had proposed.

“I think you got your answer,” she said with a teasing smile, the laughter in her voice unmistakable.

[Translation: “Only Yoon Jeonghan gets to marry me.”]

The fans cheered, and the rest of the members continued to playfully banter as the fan sign officially began. But throughout the rest of the event, Luna couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the family she had in SEVENTEEN— their protectiveness, their loyalty, and their unwavering support. It wasn’t always easy being the only female member, but in moments like this, she knew she wasn’t alone.

And there you have it, folks! Just a small glimpse into SEVENTEEN’s ultimate protective instincts when it comes to their one and only Luna. I mean, if you ever had any doubts about how loved this girl is, well… think again.

Thirteen men— yes, thirteen— willing to risk it all, fight the world, and probably even dive into traffic if it meant keeping her safe. So, a quick reminder to all: Never— and I mean NEVER— mess with Bae Jiyeon unless you want these maniacs after you.

But hey, can you really blame them? Luna’s got their backs, and they’ve got hers. It’s a whole family thing at this point.

Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to comment on more wholesome SEVENTEEN content you want to see next! See you next time— unless you’re out there trying to propose to Luna… in which case… good luck with that!”

comments…

@/lunababybae • 10 months ago ╰ Luna’s sasaeng attack pisses me off but angry and protective Cheol makes up for it 🥵

@/mimilyemily • 10 months ago ╰ DID YOU SEE HOW FAST CHOI SEUNGCHEOL AND JEON WONWOO REACTED AT 1:00 GOOD LORD

@/gyusshadow • 10 months ago ╰ OUR LEADER SCOLDING SECURITY FOR LUNA 🥺 MY MAN RIGHT THERE!!!

@/moonlight_1997 • 10 months ago ╰ Jeonghan caressing Luna’s red arm 1:25 idk if I am to feel soft over him touching her like that or pissed off that her arm is red because of that sasaeng 🙃

@/saythename • 8 months ago ╰ Seokminie zipping Jiyeonie up that quick during Fear is a skill and a hot skill at that!

@/jeonwoowonwoo • 7 months ago ╰ They are all so protective of her, it’s super endearing 💖🥺

@/mrsbaebae • 7 months ago ╰ THE THREE BLOCKS ARE ICONIC!!!

@/jeongnanana • 7 months ago ╰ THESE MEN ARE THE STANDARD WTF!? JUST THE WAY THEY TREAT LUNA IS PROOF ENOUGH 💕🤭

@/gyuuuuudaily • 6 months ago

╰ YOON JEONGHAN DEFENDING LUNA DURING THEIR TRAINEE DAYS IS STILL ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I HAVE EVER HEARD TILL THIS DAY!!!

@/bbbiiibbiii • 5 months ago ╰ That exchange of looks from Luna and Hannie at 19:57 😍😍😍

@/missbitchhhh • 3 months ago ╰ note to self: “How to get Svt to notice you = ask Luna to marry you.”

@/shadowmyshadow• 2 months ago ╰ I have completely erased that Hoshi live from my mind. Seeing Luna sad and quiet like that breaks me 🥺

@/kpppopieaddict • 1 week ago ╰ They are all down bad for her wbk (I am too).

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[mya-valentine]

Headcanon: Megumi Fushiguro Dating Gojo's Little Sister

Gojo is incredibly overprotective of his little sister, so when he finds out Megumi is dating her, he’s both amused and concerned. He’s always been like a big brother figure to Megumi, but now he can’t resist making his life difficult, often showing up unexpectedly when they’re together, throwing around jokes like, "So, Megumi, when’s the wedding?" much to Megumi’s annoyance.

Unlike Megumi’s quiet and serious nature, Gojo’s little sister has a vibrant, bubbly personality. She’s outgoing and has a way of bringing out Megumi’s softer side, helping him relax and smile more often. She loves teasing him, but in a way that he finds endearing rather than annoying.

Despite all his teasing, Gojo secretly approves of Megumi dating his sister. He knows Megumi is reliable and will take care of her. However, Gojo loves to pretend he doesn’t approve just to watch Megumi squirm under his scrutiny. He’ll often remind Megumi, “You know, you have to be extra good to her, right?”

Anytime they have group training, Gojo makes things hilariously awkward by making loud comments about how Megumi needs to "impress" his little sister or how she needs to "take it easy on her boyfriend." It becomes a running joke among their friends, much to Megumi’s dismay. He’s very serious about training, and Gojo’s antics throw him off.

One of the things Gojo’s little sister loves about Megumi is how calm and quiet he is. While she can be lively, she appreciates their moments of quiet peace, like sitting together in the park, reading or watching the sunset. Megumi’s calmness balances her energy, and she enjoys having someone she can be herself with, without always having to entertain.

Gojo’s little sister feels some pressure being part of the prestigious Gojo family, especially living in her older brother’s shadow. She confides in Megumi about it, and he’s one of the few people who doesn’t treat her differently because of her family name. He sees her for who she really is, which makes her feel more grounded.

Although Gojo’s sister is more than capable of taking care of herself, Megumi can’t help but be protective when they’re on missions. He’s hyper-aware of her safety and often steps in to shield her, even though she insists she’s fine. She teases him about being overprotective, but deep down, she finds it sweet.

When Gojo goes a little too far with his teasing or antics, she’s the only one who can put him in his place. She’ll scold her brother and tell him to stop embarrassing Megumi, reminding him that just because he’s strong doesn’t mean he gets to mess with people all the time. This dynamic often makes Megumi smirk, knowing that she’s the only person who can shut Gojo down like that.

Gojo’s little sister loves animals, especially the Divine Dogs Megumi summons. She has a special bond with them, often petting and playing with them while Megumi watches quietly, a small smile on his face. It’s one of their shared interests that brings them closer together.

At first, Megumi is hesitant about dating Gojo’s sister. He knows how much Gojo means to him and worries that dating his sister could complicate things. But over time, he realizes how much she means to him and that Gojo would support them—albeit in his own obnoxious way. This realization helps him fully embrace their relationship.

While Megumi isn’t the type to shower his girlfriend with compliments, he does it in his own way. His subtle gestures—like bringing her favorite snacks after a tough day or silently holding her hand when she’s upset—mean more to her than words ever could. She loves how Megumi shows his affection without needing to say much.

Nobara initially can’t believe that Megumi is dating Gojo’s sister, but she quickly becomes one of their biggest supporters. She loves Gojo’s sister’s fun and outgoing personality, and together, they gang up on Megumi, teasing him and having fun at his expense. Nobara becomes a close friend to Gojo’s sister, even giving her advice about Megumi.

Gojo has an almost creepy sixth sense about their relationship. Even when they try to keep things private, Satoru always seems to know what’s going on. Whether it’s a date they tried to keep secret or a private moment, Gojo somehow finds out and teases them about it. Megumi can’t figure out how Gojo always knows, but it drives him crazy.

Unlike loud, dramatic romances, Megumi and Gojo’s sister have a quiet, steady love. They don’t need big gestures or public displays of affection. Their connection is subtle, built on mutual respect and understanding, and the small moments they share together speak volumes.

Gojo likes to joke that, if they get married, Megumi will officially become his brother-in-law. While Megumi brushes it off, Gojo insists on bringing it up at every opportunity, telling everyone they’ll be "family" soon, much to Megumi’s embarrassment. Gojo’s sister thinks it’s hilarious and will sometimes play along just to see Megumi blush.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Feel free to ignore this! I'm just v sleep deprived and having brain rot inspired by some things I saw in ur writing and thought it may be up ur alley. Also this brainrot thingy is mainly aimed at readers who have the ability to get pregnant so if that don't sit right with you feel free to ignore it or change aspects of it!

Hear me out right. A mix of the sex doll au and hybrid au (either fox or husky) for childe. But like in the doll au how he replaces components as a form of trying to live out the dad fantasy? Yeah that but in the hybrid au. Like reader is trying to rehabilitate this poor little baby fox kit/husky puppy that's really sickly and was abandoned. Childe basically looks at the reader playing nurse/mommy for this poor thing almost 24/7 (his attention is being deprived lol) and goes "oh yeah that little one is ours duh". He starts exhibiting protective dad behavior while simultaneously being like "look at how good of a job I can do".

Follow up to that the pup/kit either gets better and can be handed off to another conservationist who has other young hybrids and would do a better job at caring for them in a group environment with other hybrid kiddos so there's less of a risk of em becoming too domesticated. And reader is supper bummed out about it for a while bc all their attention was zoned in on this one really precious little one and now they've moved onto bigger pastures 🥲. Meanwhile childe sees this and is like "oh now I can both console my mate in their grief, I've proven I'm a capable partner, I can totally help them make new little ones!"

Take all of that inspo/brainstorming as u will. Also if you consider people submitting ideas as commissions I apologize for misunderstanding! Did not intend to overstep 🙇‍♀️

tw - implied violence, child neglect/abandonment, and obsessive behavior.

fjdkljdfksdj i think this would probably be more plausible with husky!childe, but something about this scenario with fox!childe is just,,,

it'd just be so sweet to watch him dote over the tiny, terrified kit one of your friends found shivering in a snowbank. you really aren't qualified to take care of such a young hybrid, but while you scramble to get a hold of a more experienced volunteer, childe picks up the slack. despite being old enough to walk, the poor thing barely leaves his arms. he handles their near-hourly feedings, modifies the ill-fitting clothes you pull out of storage to accommodate their tail and hind legs, even lets them crawl between you and him at night and violate his cardinal rule (no one else gets to so much as touch your bed except for him - an unspoken law that's resulted in more than a few bitten hands and bleeding guests). he does his best to put a dent in their never-ending energy, and when it's time for you to take over, he's never more than a few feet away, wagging his tail as you take the kit's temperature and try to convince them to swallow a few drops of medicine. and, when you finally contact a volunteer with a small shelter and a pack of orphaned kits, childe seems as happy as you are, rubbing his cheek against theirs as he tells them that they'll be home soon enough. it's sweet, even if fox-hybrid dynamics are, admittedly, a little lost on you. honestly, you're just relieved you'll be able to sleep through the night again.

at least, you're relieved until you get back from work the next day, until you find your door unlocked and your apartment wrecked, furniture overturned and rust-colored stains soaked into your carpeting. you find childe on the foot of your bed, bouncing a crying kit in his lap and gushing them quietly, but he doesn't look concerned. if anything, his posture is slack, the smile written across his face nothing short of ecstatic. he looks calm. he looks happy.

he looks like someone who only just found his way home.

[slytherinstories]

Resisting You PT.3

Description: Mattheo Riddle a known player and flirt has his sights on you. You two couldn't be more opposite: him only wanting casual flings and you wanting a relationship. Its a disaster when you start developing feelings and he finds out about them. You try everything in you to resist giving in to him knowing he can't be what you want, but how long until your desire consumes you?

Warnings 18+, smut

Make sure to read part one and two first!

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After the party you hadn’t talked about what happened but silently returned to your usual dynamic. You were going to break soon, he knew it, you knew it. It was just a waiting game. Him circling you like prey, a deadly calm in his eye, waiting. As much as your defiance to him at the start you can’t deny how much of a thrill these games gave you, how intoxicating the push and pull is waiting to see who is the first to give. Of course your pride doesn’t want it to be you but you can’t see him begging you any time soon.

It’s only been a couple of days but it feels like weeks with the ache consuming every moment. You can’t even study or relax all your energy spent on daydreams of him. He has awoken a part of you that you didn’t know was there and you don’t know whether you hate or love him for it. You honestly don’t know why you are holding it off he is clearly waiting for you to go to him but maybe you want to stretch it out, see how long you can deny yourself that pleasure. After all restricting yourself always did make dessert taste better.

You are currently sitting in the common room with your friends after classes, finally glad to be back with the group. To be fully honest you don’t really know what they are talking about the words are a distant noise in your head as he has your sole focus. Shamelessly his dark eyes stare into your soul, raking up and down your body. You know exactly what he is thinking about and you shift in your seat uncomfortably. You have always been good at holding eye contact but with him it’s a different level of intensity, you try to carry the conversation with the group but you are always drawn back to him. Those dark curls, that sharp jaw, how can someone even look like that. How does someone who looks like that even want you.

It’s like the world around you doesn’t exist, a telepathic bond between the two of you slowly pulling you in, and in…

‘Y/N! Helooo’ Pansy clicks your fingers in front of your face snapping you out of your daze. You draw your eyes from his and stare at the rest of them baffled as to what they are talking about. ‘Er, sorry what did you say?’

‘God you are out of it today you know Hannah from Ravenclaw don’t you?’

‘Hannah yeah why?’

‘Theo wants you to introduce him.’ You raise your eyebrows at Theo, you probably would have complained another day at another one of your friends he wants to add to his list of girls but your head is entirely elsewhere. ‘Yeah sure I will tomorrow in class.’

They carry on talking and you bounce your leg up and down fighting the feelings flowing through you. Looking back at him he silently cocks his head to join him in the space next to him. You stand up a bit too quick sitting between him and Theo. His legs are man spread, one hand on the back of the sofa so there is hardly any room, causing your body be pressed against his. ‘Hey’ comes out your mouth in a whisper and he smiles down at you. You look anything but comfortable and he sighs picking your legs up and draping them over his lap ‘relax love’ and your body listens to him. He soothingly runs a hand up and down your leg and you lean into him finding comfort instead of nervousness.

‘You seem in your own world what you thinking about?’ He asks knowing damn well what you are thinking about. How can he look so innocent sitting there twirling your hair with those warm eyes when you know just what is in those thoughts.

You look up at him giving your best doe eyes which you know drives him crazy ‘I think you know what I’m thinking about Matty.’

‘Mmm I have an idea why don’t you tell me though what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.’

‘Just how handsome you look sitting over here, how much I need your hands on me.’

He looks composed as ever but you see the glint in his eyes, always revealing his emotions. ‘You should have asked love I am always willing to give you what you want. If you ask nicely that is.’

You bite your lip nervously and his gaze drags down to it and back to your eyes ‘want to know what I’m thinking about?’ You nod your head.

He leans down to your ear ‘How fucking good I can make you feel, having you under me begging me to touch you, to let you cum.’

Your face burns up and you look around at the group hoping no one caught that but they are all entertained in a debate. You turn your gaze back to his breathing in shakily. ‘How. How would you touch me?’ This dirty talk is new to you, you have no idea what he likes to hear, what you are meant to say so you just ask what your mind needs to know.

He smirks down at you hungrily whispering again. ‘I would start fucking you with my fingers until you are clenching around me. Maybe I would use my tongue too if you are good for me.’

You look up at him eyes wide at his filthy words that only ignite the fire within. ‘That’s just the start babe. Then I would fuck you, make you mine, until you are screaming my name begging me to let you cum…’

You suck in a breathe ‘Matt’ you say half moaning. He just looks down at you eyes filled with desire ‘You like the sound of that?’ You just nod your head incapable of words right now. ‘Mhm thought so you know love you look so innocent… but I know you are just as filthy as me deep down.’ He whispers the last part in your ear sending a jolt through you.

‘Right love birds hate to break it up but me and Y/N need to go study.’

You look at Pansy opening your mouth to protest and he lets go of you waiting to see what you decide just smirking smugly. You look back at him an internal debate as you would love nothing more then to drag him to your room. ‘You aren’t cancelling on me hun you promised to help with herbology.’ She says as she watches you looking back at him.

‘Yeah yeah no I’m coming now’ you grab your stuff and head to go study as he says in front of the group ‘soon sweetheart’ causing you to blush. As you walk off Pansy asks ‘what is he on about’ and you just shake your head.

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You studied with Pansy for hours for the upcoming test last night a since she was badly failing herbology and you promised to help her. You are glad now since it kept your mind distracted for a few hours. However last night despite being shattered you bordered on a half conscious state, stuck between day dreams and sleep of all the unholy things he could do to you. It’s bizarre, you had never thought of someone in this way, you had no idea were your mind was pulling these scenarios from but they left an imprint to say the least.

Unfortunately for you though you were still tired which was not great for the exam first thing. You didn’t even venture into the great hall for breakfast knowing he would only cloud your mind even more so you studied for a bit and headed straight there. Despite the brain fog you feel you done fairly well and now you can try and relax for the rest of the day.

You make your way to your next class- potions. You sit on a table with Pansy, Theo and Mattheo often alternating partners. You guess Mattheo has decided to work with you today hence the empty chair next to him. You look at him just sitting there like he didn’t keep you up all night. ‘Hey’ he says as you sit down.

‘Hi, we working together today?’

‘Mhm thought you could use the help it’s going to be hard.’ You let out a little chuckle knowing he is right, potions you have never excelled in and he has always had a talent for it.

‘You weren’t at breakfast?’

‘Oh yeah I was just stressed about herbology it was easier to study before.’

He stares at me ‘you need to eat before an exam don’t do that again’ you go to protest about being told what to do but see the care in his eyes and just nod your head.

‘So how did you find it did you study everything that came up.’

‘I didn’t study love as always love, plus my mind was occupied with other things’ he says suggestively and you know he has the same type of night as you.

You try to ignore him and maintain a friendly conversation ‘you did okay then?’

‘Course I did you know how smart I am.’ You roll your eyes but laugh despite yourself and he just smiles back at you eyes lighting up.

Snape walks in and starts the class giving us immediate instructions to get started. For the most part you worked well together and your thoughts didn’t stray to dangerous territory. You were struggling cutting the ingredients up and he watched you trying to explain but it was no use. Suddenly you feel him pressed up against you and two hands covering yours showing you the technique. His large hands engulfed yours and despite him showing you the technique your mind lost all common sense. When he pulled away you tried again with no success and handed him the knife ‘let’s swap you do this instead.’

As he worked you stood mesmerised by his hands, the veins running through them, the thoughts of them inside you…

You notice he caught you staring and smirks over ‘like what you see?’ You just look away focusing on the potion as he chuckles to himself ‘you already know what else I can do with them just say the word.’

As you wait for the potion to brew you sit biting your nails, your leg bouncing unable to fight this feeling anymore. Has someone gave you a fucking lust potion? It doesn’t help you are ovulating which possesses your logical self with this horny side of you.

Class finishes and Mattheo grabs your hand dragging you out the classroom ‘Matt what…’

‘Shush.’ You follow him silently brows furrowed as he pushes you up against the wall in a broom cupboard attacking you in a kiss straight away. You moan into his mouth and the surprise and instantly glue yourself to him. You find yourself in a tangle of limbs, moans, forgetting where you end and he begins. You don’t want to come up for air, drinking in him and the blissful taste of his kisses.

He places sloppy kisses and bites down your neck, finding your sensitive spot pulling a deep moan from your throat. His hands roam down your body, exploring and groping exactly as he said like you are his. They touch the back of your thighs dangerously close to where you want them and you can’t wait a second longer. ‘Matt.’

He doesn’t listen in an attack on your neck ‘Matt’ you moan again pulling his hair lightly. He doesn’t stop but says against you ‘Mhmm, what is it baby?’

‘Please’ you choke out not even sure what you are asking for. He pulls back, eyes heavy and lidded with desire. ‘You want me to touch you?’ You nod your head frantically, eager for him to fill the emptiness you feel in your core.

‘Tell me use your words.’ You feel ashamed at the thought of telling him what to do and your cheeks heat up. ‘Matt please, just touch me.’

‘I am touching you now be more specific.’ You look at him with a pained expression in your face ‘I…’

‘Come on don’t get all shy on me now’ he strokes your face. You grab his hand and direct him to where you want him. But he pulls back causing you to furrow your brows. ‘Ah ah ah, I said use your words.’

He is loving this seeing you all flustered and embarrassed. You suck in a breathe gritting the words out ‘Your… fingers, I want them inside me.’

He raises his eyebrows and you instantly know what he wants ‘please.’ The look in his gaze is predatory ‘good girl, I’ll give you anything you want just use your words.’

He continues biting and sucking your neck as he dips his fingers into your nickers rubbing against your clit. Never has someone touched you there and instantly elicited such a reaction, your eyes close and head falls back against the wall ‘mhmm.’ He rubs it for awhile before venturing lower and dipping into you. He groans ‘Fuckk you are so wet, do I turn you on this much baby?’

You look at him nodding your head biting your lip ‘I have thought about this so much Matt.’

‘I know love so have I’ he pulls back and you go to protest but he just pulls your nickers down as you wriggle out of them. He pulls you back in for a kiss by your neck bringing his fingers back and teasing your entrance. You bite your lip hard in anticipation but he lingers there not moving. You open your eyes giving him that pained expression ‘please’ and he plunges them in instantly. This is nothing like that Ravenclaw boy, absolutely nothing. The ache had built to an unbearable point that your pussy craved something inside you, the second his fingers are there you clench around him moaning out. He hasn’t even started properly and it feels so good, so so good.

One hand is still around your throat the other curling in your insides. You have your head against the wall eyes closed holding onto his arm with both hands for support as he lightly squeezes you.

‘Look at me.’

You drag your gaze up fighting to keep your eyes open. You know you are inexperienced but you didn’t think it would feel this intense. ‘feel good?’

‘So good…’ you choke out. He fingers you, kisses you, your mind is spinning drunk on the reality this is happening. His hand moves from your throat and down to your clit moving small circles whilst the other one works in and out of you curling and hitting exactly the right spot. You feel the pressure building and need more ‘faster…’ you choke out hoping he understands what you mean. He does and instantly increases the pace , slamming his fingers into you.

You let out the biggest moan not able to contain yourself and your head hits the wall again, you sound incoherent words and sounds tumbling out of your mouth. ‘You are going to fucking cum on my fingers okay?’

You nod your head ‘look at me or I will stop.’ You quickly drag your gaze back to his watching as he stares into your eyes. ‘I…I think I am close.’

He keeps going sensing the shifts in your body as your moans become more frantic and your hips rock, core clenching his fingers. ‘Cum for me baby.’ And you do the second he tells you to. You try to keep your eyes open but they roll to the back of your head as you see stars. Your hand grabs his still inside of you, you don’t know what for probably for support. You never want this feeling to end. Unfortunately it does but you are still wrapped in a blanket of bliss breathing heavily. You open your eyes again seeing him watching you ‘that was the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.’ He pulls you in for a kiss and he moans into your mouth.

‘God that felt so good’ you breathe out. You don’t even recognise yourself around him who knew you could be this vocal? ‘Mhm I told you I could make you cum princess, you aren’t going to be able to stay away now.’

The worst part is you know he is right. You finally understand the obsession now, you never knew it was possible to even feel pleasure like that. He pulls his fingers out of you looking at your cum on them. He brings them to his mouth licking it off and your eyes widen and jaw drops. He just chucked at your reaction ‘need to clean up love.’

He reaches down picking your nickers up, you put your hands out but he puts them in his pocket ‘Matt!’ ‘They are mine now.’ You don’t even fight him because you know it would be futile. He pulls you in fixing your uniform to help you look more presentable and you push your hair done. ‘Told you it would be fun.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead ‘That was just the beginning wait until I fuck you.’ You swallow the anticipation eating you alive already. He grabs his stuff and I do the same and walk out the room. He looks up and down at my disheveled and flushed state and laughs. I push his shoulder in annoyance ‘Matt!’

‘Come on let’s go to lunch.’

‘Are you mad I am not going to lunch like this everyone will know and I have no nickers thanks to you.’

‘You skipped breakfast you aren’t missing another meal.’

You cross your arms ‘I am not going.’ He walks forward radiating his dominating energy that he knows makes you fold straight away. ‘Yes. You. Are.’ Ugh why does he have to have such a hold on you.

You huff stubbornly and say ‘fine I need to go the toilet first to clean up I’m not sitting there like this.’

He just holds his hand out ‘lead the way.’

What have you got yourself in for.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

19. Supernova

Note: they’re making up with…what now?

Masterlist here

Y/n’s absence wasn’t something that could be shrugged off easily. When he walked out, it left a gaping hole in the routine aespa had grown so accustomed to. He’d always been there—whether it was guiding them through their most chaotic days, managing schedules, or simply being a familiar, calming presence. But now, with him gone, they felt the full weight of just how much they relied on him.

It wasn’t that Minji, Jihoon, and Joon weren’t capable. They were more than competent and had helped Y/n on countless occasions in the past. But the dynamic had changed. Y/n understood them in a way that went beyond professionalism. He knew how to read Karina’s quiet moods, Giselle’s tendency to get lost in thought, Winter’s bursts of mischief, and Ningning’s boundless energy. He’d perfected the balance between keeping them on track and giving them the space to breathe.

Without him, cracks began to show.

It didn’t take long for the first problem to arise. The choreography rehearsal for their upcoming comeback, “Supernova,” was scheduled to start, but Karina was still tangled in a back-and-forth with one of the stylists. Normally, Y/n would have stepped in, smoothing out the disagreement with his usual diplomacy, but now the responsibility fell on Karina.

“We can’t wear these for the teaser photos,” Karina muttered, her frustration barely masked as she held up the outfit in question. “This isn’t the vibe we discussed.”

The stylist frowned. “But these were approved by the team. I can’t change them now.”

Karina sighed, glancing around the room. No Y/n to mediate. She felt the pressure of having to juggle leadership roles she wasn’t used to.

Meanwhile, Giselle was struggling with the rehearsal schedule. Y/n had always kept them on track, gently pushing them when they needed it and easing off when they were exhausted. Now, the balance was off. They were either running over time or ending practice too early, with no real direction in between.

“I don’t even know when we’re supposed to finish today,” Giselle muttered, flipping through the calendar on her phone. “Y/n would’ve had this sorted by now.”

“Can we text him?” Ningning suggested, only half-joking. “Just ask him to come back?”

“Not yet,” Karina said quickly, shaking her head. “He needs space. We can handle this.”

But even as she said the words, Karina didn’t feel confident. Every time something went wrong, she felt the absence of Y/n’s quiet guidance more and more.

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As days passed, the struggles only deepened. They were scheduled for a variety show taping, something Y/n usually prepped them for with background information, ice-breakers, and pointers on how to engage with the hosts. Without him, their nerves were high.

He might be an idiot, but Y/n did juggled with plenty of odd jobs.

“What if I say something dumb?” Winter asked, glancing nervously at the rest of the group as they waited in the green room.

“You won’t,” Giselle assured her, though she didn’t sound too sure herself. “Just stick to the script, and we’ll be fine.”

Ningning sighed. “Y/n usually helps us come up with witty stuff. I’m not good at winging it.”

The show went fine, but not great. They missed a few cues, didn’t hit the flow of banter like they normally would, and the energy wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a disaster by any means, but they knew something was missing—their manager, their anchor.

The strain of trying to hold everything together was beginning to show, particularly in Karina. Her responsibilities as leader had doubled without Y/n’s presence. She was trying to handle the logistics, manage the group’s morale, and still give her best performance in rehearsals. It was too much.

“Unnie, you’re going to burn out,” Giselle said one afternoon after practice. “You don’t have to take on everything. We can help.”

Karina ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly. “I just don’t want us to fall apart without him. I feel like I’m the only thing keeping us from...”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone knew what she meant. They were teetering on the edge of chaos. Despite their efforts, things were starting to slip through the cracks. Deadlines were missed, rehearsals felt scattered, and worst of all, their performances were beginning to suffer.

-

Late one evening, after a particularly frustrating rehearsal, the group gathered in the dorm, slumped on the couch, feeling the weight of Y/n’s absence. Karina was more distant than usual, lost in her thoughts. Winter, sensing the tension, finally broke the silence.

“Unnie, you’ve been pretty quiet,” she said, nudging her.

Karina sighed, staring at the floor. “I don’t know, I just… I keep thinking about what happened.”

Giselle glanced over from the other side of the couch. “About Y/n?”

Karina nodded, her voice soft. “I feel like it’s my fault. If I hadn’t pushed him so hard, maybe he wouldn’t have needed to leave.”

Winter sat up, her expression turning serious. “It wasn’t just you. We all contributed to it. He was under a lot of stress.”

“But I was the one who argued with him,” Karina replied, her guilt surfacing. “I should’ve known better. He’s always been there for us, even when we were struggling, and I didn’t appreciate that. Instead, I snapped at him.”

Ningning, always the voice of optimism, scooted closer. “Unnie, it’s not too late to fix this. Y/n’s still around. Maybe he just needs to hear that we miss him.”

Giselle smirked. “And what better way to reach him than a challenge?”

Karina frowned, confused. “A challenge?”

“League of Legends,” Giselle grinned, clearly amused by the idea. “He’s probably drowning in games right now to avoid thinking about all this. What if we challenge him to a match? Karina versus Y/n. If you win, he comes back.”

Winter burst out laughing. “And if he wins, we’ll leave him alone and never mention it again?”

Karina chuckled despite herself. "I'll think about it. Does sound unique, though."

-

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Karina lay awake, staring at the ceiling. She replayed the events in her mind—the argument, Y/n’s frustration, and the way he had walked out. She wanted to fix things, but how could she?

Giselle’s earlier suggestion kept coming back to her: a game of League of Legends. It was silly, but Y/n always found comfort in games, and it might be the easiest way to break the ice. But more than that, she wanted a real conversation with him, one where they could both lay everything out on the table.

The next morning, Karina gathered the girls in the practice room before the day’s rehearsals began.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started, pacing slightly. “I want to talk to Y/n. I think it’s time I apologize properly. I was too hard on him, and I didn’t realize how much pressure he was under.”

Giselle nodded, leaning forward. “Do you want us to be there?”

Karina shook her head. “I think it’s something I need to do on my own first. But once I talk to him, I’ll let you guys know.”

Winter smiled softly. “Good luck. And if it doesn’t go well, we’ll challenge him to that game. It’s impossible to stay mad while playing.”

Karina smiled “How did you know my plan?”

-

While the group was struggling to manage without him, Y/n was spending his days in solitude, reflecting on everything that had led him to this point. He replayed the fallout in his mind, regretting how he had let his frustration build up to the breaking point.

It wasn’t just the pressure of managing a comeback that had weighed on him. Over time, he had started to feel the invisible line between being their manager and their friend blur. He wanted to be there for them as a professional, but he also cared deeply about each of them, and that emotional investment had begun to cloud his judgment.

So where was he currently if he moved to live with Aespa?

Well, right after the fall out, he managed to crash at his friend's place for a few days. She didn't ask why but Y/n was glad he didn't. Otherwise, she would kick him out to apologies to them.

But he wasn't ready just yet.

He hadn’t opened their messages, still unsure of how to face them after everything that had happened. But as he sat in the quiet of his apartment, the phone buzzed again, drawing his attention.

Karina:

Hey. Can we talk?

Y/n blinked, surprised by the straightforwardness, followed by a chuckle. "Damn, I'm such a pathetic ass". After a few moments of hesitation, he typed back.

Y/n:

Sure. What’s on your mind?

It wasn’t long before a reply came through.

Karina:

It’s about everything that happened. I want to apologize properly.

Y/n sighed, already sensing where this was going, but he typed back:

Y/n:

Alright. When and where?

-

Later that evening, Y/n found himself back in familiar territory—sitting in front of his computer, loading into a League of Legends 1v1 match. He couldn’t help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation. Karina had suggested playing a match while they talked—it was, after all, how they used to blow off steam together.

“What the heck, Rina…” was the only sentence he could say at this rather unique meeting. “Oh, and she plays Seraphine, great…”

Once they both entered the lobby, Y/n started off casually. “You sure about this? I don’t go easy even when I’m playing Blitzcrank.”

Karina chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I can handle it. You’re already using handicaps.”

“Well, otherwise you will destroy your laptop after getting killed so many times.” Y/n chuckled.

As the game began, the usual back-and-forth banter started up, easing some of the tension between them. But soon, Karina broke the silence with a more serious tone.

“Y/n… about everything. I’m really sorry.”

Y/n’s fingers stopped as he thought about how to respond.

He sighed. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let things build up like that. I didn’t mean to walk out on you guys."

“You didn’t walk out on us.” Karina shook her head “We pushed you away. I pushed you away. I should’ve listened when you were feeling overwhelmed.”

For a few moments, the game was forgotten as they both took the opportunity to finally clear the air. Y/n leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath.

“You were under a lot of pressure too. I just… I didn’t want to let anyone down, and then I ended up letting everyone down.”

Karina hesitated.

“You didn’t let us down. We miss you. I miss you. And I don’t just mean as a manager. We miss you—your sarcasm, your advice, the way you always make sure we’re okay.”

Y/n stared at the screen, feeling a lump form in his throat. He hadn’t realized just how much his presence had meant to them. It wasn’t just about the work; it was about the bond they had built despite the months being short.

“I miss you guys too. It’s weird not being around a bunch of goofers like you 4”

“Hey, we’re not goofers!” Karina complained. “We’re just eccentric lads.”

The game continued, but the tension between them was slowly unraveling. Y/n could feel the weight of the past few weeks lifting, replaced by a sense of relief.

As the match neared its end, with Y/n inevitably winning, Karina asked the most important question she wanted to ask before the final push.

“So… you coming back?”

Y/n smiled, his fingers moved with certainty.

“Yeah. I’m coming back…after one more game with you.” He replied as the victory screen displayed.

-

A few days later, Y/n walked back into the practice room. The familiar scent of the dance studio, the sound of music echoing off the walls—it felt like he hadn’t been gone at all. Yet everything felt different.

The moment the girls saw him, they rushed over, surrounding him with hugs and excited chatter. Winter was the first to tackle him, practically jumping into his arms.

“You’re back!” she cheered.

Y/n laughed, ruffling her hair. “Yeah, I’m back.”

Giselle grinned from the side. “And you didn’t even give Jimin-unnie a chance in that game, huh?”

Karina crossed her arms, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless. “I knew he’d win.”

Y/n smirked. “Of course I did. Didn’t even try with her even with handicap”

But the teasing quickly faded into something more serious. Karina stepped forward, her expression soft but sincere. “Y/n, I just… I really am sorry. For everything. I didn’t realize how much pressure you were under. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

Y/n shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve spoken up sooner. I was trying so hard to handle everything on my own that I forgot I wasn’t in this alone.”

Karina nodded, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Can we start over? As a team and as good friends?”

Y/n pulled her into a hug. “Yeah. Let’s start over.”

As the rest of the group joined in, wrapping their arms around both of them, Y/n felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks. He was back, not just as their manager, but as a part of their family. And this time, they were ready to face anything—together.

“…guys, guys, tap out.” Y/n slapped their backs. “You’re squeezing me too much.”

“You’re not going anywhere this time!” Giselle declared. “We ain’t going through that again without you!”

“Yea! What she saids!” The other three followed suit, which could only bring a big smile on Y/n’s face.

[maybege]

Big Dick Energy: The Sequel

Summary: An investigation takes you to a mall but it is Aaron Hotchner who takes you to a lingerie boutique.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!Hotch, sub!Reader, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, verbal degradation, (semi)public sex, cream pie, then some unexpected fluff

Rewatching Criminal Minds has reminded me of how much I actually thirst for Aaron Hotchner. Other than that, I have absolutely no excuse for this. Read, enjoy, and pretty please leave a comment and tell me what you thought because the possibilities with this dynamic are endless and I am very excited to share it with you! (Though I will need to think of a better title.)

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Looking for unsubs truly was a task that looked different every single time. Sometimes you had Penelope work her magic until you could pinpoint them, sometimes you were in direct contact due to a kidnapping situation. Other times you felt like you were playing spies on a big playground. Like right now.

The team had determined that the most likely spot for him to strike next was at a mall and with the entire sheriff’s office playing dress up, you were posing as unsuspecting shoppers on a calm Tuesday morning.

Hotch had decided you were all to split up into little groups. Reid and Prentiss had grabbed the bookshop as their assigned spot and you were sure Derek was somewhere. But before you could choose which area of the mall you wanted to call your domain, Hotch had instructed that you join him. Pretending to be a married couple. In a lingerie boutique.

For a moment, you thought you were hallucinating.

But sure enough, a few hours later, you and Hotch were browsing through the aisles of lace and tulle and mesh and the most delicate of undergarments you had ever looked at. And his presence did not make it any easier not to drift off into any daydreams.

You hadn’t really spoken after what happened on the plan and you weren’t sure if you were glad about it or not. It is like it had never happened. But it had happened. Because your jaw was still sore and you could still hear the way his voice dropped when he had hit the back of your throat. Or how gentle his fingers had been when it was all over. How he had taken care of you.

But by the time the plane had landed, he was back to his cool professional self and you were back to your pining, needy pile of infatuation you became when he was around you.

“I don’t think he is going to show up,” Emily’s voice sounded in your earpiece, “He would’ve hit by now. Maybe we should look at other possible targets before we waste too much time here?”

“I am sure pretty boy is holding his tongue about how time in a bookshop can never be wasted time,” Derek teased and you grinned. He was not wrong.

There was a hint of a smile on Hotch’s face and when his eyes met yours he looked much lighter than before. You watched him, waiting for his decision on the matter and he looked so damn calm, returning your gaze with so much ease. As if you did not affect him at all.

Which in turn made it all the more frustrating to feel your body react to him at the slightest stare. Your heartbeat started going faster, your breath heavier and everything felt so much more heightened when he was around.

How hopelessly did you want to crush on your boss? Your body’s answer, apparently, was a resounding: Yes.

But after the airplane incident, you had no more courage left. You had (kind of, if accidentally) initiated the first time with him. Now, you had to calm yourself with the thought that it was up to him to show you if he was interested.

A ringtone brought you out of your thoughts and you flinched. The young woman at the register picked up her cell phone, not even sparing another glance at you before she started off on what sounded like a very detailed retelling of her last weekend.

Hotch cleared his throat and your eyes fell on him, still waiting for his response to Prentiss’s suggestion.

“I agree,” he finally said, standing so close to you that it looked as if he was talking to you and you only, “We should regroup in a bit. I will see everyone at the office in two hours.”

“Sir, are you giving us a break?” not even the subpar sound quality of your earpiece could hide Garcia’s excitement.

“Yes,” he grinned at you, his hand reaching out and hovering over yours. Your breath caught in your heart because how could one man be so handsome? “I am giving you a break.”

The clicks of everyone disconnecting their microphone were only overshadowed by the sound of your heartbeat in your own ears. Hotch’s intense gaze was still on you and you could not shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

“What’s your size?”

“What?”

“You have been staring at this piece for the better part of an hour,” he stated, “So I think you should try it on. And I think I should see you in it.”

Your mouth gaped open, not expecting such a blatant statement from your boss. Especially not one who was usually so tight-lipped on all things personal. You swallowed harshly, trying to find the right words that did not betray your eagerness but only ended up nodding at him.

You threw a look at the tags of the set he was holding, making an effort not to also stare at how big his hands were and subsequently wonder what his fingers would feel like inside of you.

Hoping he did not notice, you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to take care of the pulsing that was stronger than you would have liked it to be. But the way his gaze dropped let you know he certainly did notice. You swallowed again, “This, uh, this one should fit.”

Hotch nodded once, turning around while holding up the hanger.

“Excuse me, my wife would like to try –“

Before he had finished his sentence (you tried to ignore the strange skip your heart made when he had called you his wife), the cashier motioned somewhere to the back of the shop without even looking at you. Her phone was still pressed to her ear and her face was turned toward the glass front, probably observing the people milling about instead of the (in her mind) boring, business casual-wearing couple that tried to spice up their equally boring sex life.

If only she knew …

You followed the tall man to the little back room where a row of changing rooms was decorated with lush carpet and velvet drapery. If it did not look so plasticky cheap, you might’ve found it luxurious. Much like the showroom of the boutique, the rooms were completely abandoned and so quiet, the blaring mall music seemed even louder here.

Your eyes drifted to the corner of the curtained entrance.

“There are cameras here.”

“It’s not like we are going to do something inappropriate,” Hotch quipped as he strode to the end of the aisle, hanging the piece of lace into the last cubicle.

For some reason that disappointed you.

By the way he knowingly smirked at you, you knew that was exactly the kind of reaction he had wanted from you. And that gave you a little bit of hope.

You were still questioning what you were doing by the time you had reached him. Was this really happening? And what was this anyway? What was he planning?

Aaron tilted his head, his eyes mustering you up and down and just before you stepped inside, his hand landed on your shoulder. It was warm and heavy and you cursed yourself for how aware you were of him. How everything he did seemed to register in your brain as something of the utmost importance. Especially when he was touching you like it came naturally to him.

“You do not have to do this if you do not want to,” he said firmly, his eyes as serious as ever, “And if you ever want to stop, say Iceberg, understood? None of this will ever affect the way I see you at work.”

You nodded briefly, taking a moment to find your voice. “Understood … sir.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up and his hand smoothed from your shoulder to the very low of your back as you stepped into the small space. “Good girl, let me know when you are ready.”

Your pussy practically throbbed at his words but before you could do anything to embarrass you, he had left you alone, the curtain pulled between you.

When you were alone, you were highly aware that he could still hear you. Still, it afforded you a few precious moments to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that holy shit Aaron Hotchner wanted … something with you. And even if you were not sure what that specific something was, yet, you knew it would be more than worth it.

You rushed to get out of your silk dress and shoes, even going so far as to slip out of your underwear. If there was any time to be brazen it was now.

The piece Hotch had so rightly picked out was a mint green lacey two-piece with a kind of corset bra and high-waisted panties. It looked like the kind of thing one might see on a giant billboard or on a suggested Instagram post. It made you feel like you could have the kind of life where you surprised your (non-existent) boyfriend with some new lingerie or where said boyfriend would take you on a weekend trip to luxurious hotels with good food and even better sex.

Putting on the bra was easy enough but looking at that plastic sticker inside the bottoms made you hesitant. You really did not want to put them on without them having had at least one laundry cycle.

“You decent?”

Granted, he had given you enough time to get out of your clothes. But in your half-dressed predicament, you panicked and threw the panties back onto the hanger. There was no way you were going to try them on like this.

“Kinda,” you replied, feeling a little insecure but also figuring that whatever he wanted to do with you, you would not need panties for that anyway.

In the mirror, you could see the curtain moving and you turned around, facing him.

Aaron Hotchner was way too big in that little entrance of the small space. The dark colour of his suit bled into the dark velvet curtain and his hand looked way too big, the way he gripped that little piece of curtain. He was so close, you felt crowded but also like he was not close enough. Like you needed him closer still.

He did not say anything but just looked at you. His silence made you nervous and you shifted on your feet, crossing your arms in front of your chest and the apex of your thighs.

“Don’t.”

You let your arms fall again.

He remained silent but you watched as his dark eyes took you in. His mouth was in a straight line and you could spot the five-o’clock shadow setting in on his cheeks and jaw. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him like this. His brows were furrowed like he was displeased and for a moment you were afraid he was displeased by you. By your appearance.

Then he met your eyes.

“Do you have any idea how much self-control I invest every fucking day not to bend you over my desk and make you come seven ways till Sunday?”

Hearing him curse (You had made Aaron Hotchner curse, nobody was ever going to believe you.) was such a surprise, it took you a moment to register everything else he said.

“I – I am sorry?” you offered.

“Don’t be,” he murmured, taking a step towards you. The curtain fell closed behind him, leaving you two completely cut off from the world. “When I see you like this, it is more than worth it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “What happened on the plane …”

“… is definitely something I would like to repeat,” he finished your thought, “If that wasn’t clear before.”

“I – I didn’t think you noticed me like this,” you confessed.

“You’re a good profiler,” his finger brushed over your cheek and he tilted his head, “You really did not notice?”

With wide eyes, you shook your head.

He smirked, “Maybe because you were too busy hiding how needy you were.”

He leant forward, then, his breath ghosting over your face and you were sure you had never been more nervous. The scent of his cologne was in your nose, his neck was so close, all you wanted to do was to reach out and loosen his tie.

And so you did.

“I don’t think I was that needy,” you tried to protest before pressing a kiss to his jaw. The stubble scratched your lips but that only added to the excitement in you. A low rumbling sound came from his chest and you gasped in surprise when he pulled you back, keeping his hand on the back of your neck so you had to look up at him.

His mouth brushed yours in a half-kiss and you could see a twinkle in his eyes. “Well, I’d like to think there were some obvious signs.”

He let his fingers wander down your cheek to your neck before they ghosted over the lace of the bra. Your nipples pebbled at his attention, the lace just adding to the pleasant sensation, and his mouth quirked up in that half-smile again. “Like when I could see your nipples get hard when I was with you in that elevator.”

“That – that was one time,” you protested weakly, arching your back so he could touch you more.

He hummed, “Maybe. But all I wanted to do was this.” His thumb brushed over your nipple again and again until all you could do was squirm against him, trying not to beg him to finally fuck you.

But even in your precarious situation, Aaron Hotchner did not make the impression of a hurried man. His eyes flicked from your chest to your face, completely mesmerized by the reaction he got out of you. And you could tell he liked it when he rolled your nipples between his fingers and your knees buckled when he pulled on them.

“Not to mention that time you sucked my cock on a plane,” he reminded you in a low voice and you could feel the heat rise into your cheeks, both from arousal and embarrassment, “I have dreamed of all the things I could do to you. Have you warm my cock in the office, suck my cock under the desk, hell, maybe keep you in bed all weekend long and make you come until you can only say my name …”

There was a very prominent bulge pressed against your hips, confirming these fantasies turned him on just as much as you and that only fuelled your fire. You let your head fall back, your eyes closed as you tried to imagine yourself just as he had described. Sitting in his lap in his office, feeling him inside you while he worked? That sounded like a dream.

Using the exposure of your skin, Hotch dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking and sucking and just making you feel oh so good. It was so easy to just wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him.

When he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, you gasped out a moan, immediately trying to cut the sound off for fear of the chatty cashier hearing you.

His hands continued their exploration of your body and landed on your ass, effectively grinding you against his cock. Your core pulsed, everything in your body thrumming with desire. You knew how big he was, you knew what he looked like and how heavy he was. The sheer idea of feeling him inside you made you feel absolutely shameless.

Which meant there was still one thing you needed to address before there was no going back.

“There are still cameras here,” you whispered against him, panting when he rolled his hips against yours again. Gosh, he was big.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, just as quietly, and without hesitation, you nodded.

“Then I will take care of it.”

And that was all he needed to say.

Feeling encouraged, you let your hands wander and cupped him through the front of his pants. You could feel the weight and the size of him and a new wave of wetness rushed down your thighs.

Hotch groaned low in your ear, a sound that was even better when he made it just for you. His hand landed on yours, making you massage him through his clothes.

“You were so good for me on the plane,” he murmured in your ear, his other hand kneading the soft flesh of your ass, “Felt like a dream come true having you on your knees for me.”

You did not say anything. Both because you could not say anything and because you wanted to hear what he had to say. Hotch was always such a closed-off person, to hear him speak to you so tenderly and so openly … It made you feel like you needed to keep it close to your chest and cherish it.

“Always had the suspicion there was something bubbling under the surface of the good girl you were pretending to be,” he continued kissing his way down your neck until you could feel his teeth tugging on the bra strap. “But there is nothing quite like finding out you were a good girl all along … but only for me.”

He straightened up to his full height. You had always been impressed by how big of a man he really was (and how good he looked in a suit) but now it seemed even more intense.

Because Aaron Hotchner’s dark eyes were staring right into your soul when he asked, “And you are a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

And then he kissed you.

It was passionate and hard and he dominated the kiss so easily, it just made you melt into him even more. His lips were soft and a contrast to the stubble you could feel on his chin. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip, then, and you gasped, following him until he let it fall away.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your neck, “Now put your hands against the wall so I can inspect that little pussy. I bet you’re already wet for me, hm?”

Never in your life had you moved so fast.

And he was right, f course. When his fingers rubbed over your cunt, you were embarrassingly wet already. But you could not care less. Not when you were about to be fucked by the one man you had been pining after for months.

You squeaked when a spank landed on your ass, “I’m gonna buy this and so much more just to see you wear it,” he growled, his fingers rubbing over your folds, seeking out your clit, “Just to fuck you in it.”

“Will you fuck me now?”

“That depends,” he murmured, pushing a single finger inside you, “Can you be quiet for me?”

You bit your lip so hard, you were half-expecting to have drops of blood running down your chin. The truth was you did not know but you knew you could try for him. You would try everything for him.

Your eager nod was rewarded with a kiss to your shoulder blade and his fingers went back to circling your clit before dipping inside you again. He hummed, clearly pleased at that and you arched into him, wanting to feel more of him.

The man behind your continued playing with you for what felt like an eternity. Your inner thighs were smeared with your slick, you were sure, and when he pressed his crotch against your ass, you could feel his hard-on distinctly.

“Fuck,” he hissed, adding a second finger as he thrust inside you, “Can you feel how your little pussy is gripping me? It is so so empty without someone filling it, isn’t it?”

“Feels so good, sir,” you whimpered, “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, stopping is the last thing I am going to do,” he chuckled, his lips brushing over your lobe, “Don’t worry, I am going to take care of you. After all, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t take care of my little whore?”

His words echoed in your mind and settled in your core. He did not say it like an insult, he said it like an endearment. Like he was praising you. And you craved it. You wanted him to call you his, you wanted him to call you anything he wanted to as long as you would be his good girl. Because you know, you just knew, he would reward you for it.

“You really just need an older man to make you come on his cock, huh?” he asked you, his cold belt buckle digging into your ass. His fingers pulled out of you and you pushed your hips back, trying to keep him inside you for as long as you could, the loss of his touch making you whimper.

But then you could feel him undoing his zipper and the anticipation built in your core.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, pushing out your ass, “’m your whore, sir.”

Your walls squeezed around nothing and, then, finally, you could feel his hand on your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart.

“Deep breath, it’s gonna be a big stretch,” he warned you, rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. The tingling sensation spread from your core all throughout your body until you could feel it in the tips of your fingers.

Said deep breath get caught in your throat when he pushed inside you.

Hotch was big. You had known that already. But there was a difference between feeling him make your jaw go sore and feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him. He went with slow, small thrusts at first. The kind that allowed you to get used to his size and the kind that made you want him to go deeper and faster and just –

“More,” you did not recognize your own voice, “Please, sir, more.”

“You’re greedy,” he replied smoothly, his hands gripping your hips, “Begging for more as if it isn’t enough having your boss fuck you in public.”

You tried to hold back the whimper but did not quite succeed. But it was sheer impossible to remain quiet when he thrust inside you with control and such precision it made your toes curl. He was large and hit a spot you had not even known existed.

It was even better than you imagined. And you had imagined it a lot …

“C’mon smile into the camera for me,” he angled your head up, face to face with the lens of the camera in the corner. Your adrenaline spiked and despite wanting to pretend like it did not turn you on that someone could just see you absolutely getting wrecked, you could not control the way your walls clenched around him.

“Thought as much,” Hotch rumbled behind you, one hand coming around to your front and finding your clit again, “Got myself the perfect little cock slut.”

“’m gonna come,” you gasped when he tapped your clit, “Sir, please, I –“

“Please what?” he mocked you, his hips snapping against yours, “Don’t forget your manners or I’ll have to punish you.”

The thought of him punishing you almost pushed you over the edge but Aaron Hotchner was right. You were a good girl …

“Please, sir,” you gasped, “Please let me come. PleasepleasepleaseIwannacome –”

He quickened his pace, his cock driving into you again and again while his fingers circled your clit. His lips pressed against the spot under your ear and you pushed back against him, trying to meet his thrusts, trying to get closer to him.

“You can come,” he whispered, his big hand coming up to cup your jaw, “You can come on my cock, right now.”

“You too,” you gasped, trying everything to hold on to that feeling that was just out of reach, just beyond that cliff that you were hurling towards, “You come, too, sir, please, in-inside me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed behind you, his hips stuttering, “You really want that? Want me to fill you up with my come? Think that would tide you over for a while until I can have you sitting on my cock again?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded eagerly, your fingertips flexing against the wall, barely listening to a word he was saying because it only took a couple more thrusts until you came around him.

Hotch swallowed your moan with a kiss and you gripped onto his forearms, anything to keep you standing and somewhat lucid. Everything was a blur and your body felt like it was convulsing and relaxing at the same time. You had never come so hard in your life, you hardly even noticed when he groaned into your ear, his hips stilling against yours as he filled you up. Just like he had promised.

Your heart beat so fast in your chest, you could hear it in your ears and you were pretty sure Hotch could hear it too. But he did not comment on it. Instead, his hand went from your jaw to your chest, softly grazing over the green lace.

“Good fucking girl,” he rumbled, “Knew you would be such a good girl for me and only me.”

Hotch kissed you again, softer this time, and you allowed yourself to properly breathe. “You okay?” he asked you quietly, his hands smoothing over your hips, “Was I too rough?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s just … it’s a lot,” you whispered, closing your eyes to try and slow your breathing, “And – and we need to be back at the station soon.”

“That we do,” he agreed and carefully pulled out of you. You winced at the sensation, feeling his come dripping down your thighs almost immediately. Before you could even worry about leaving any evidence on the carpet, you heard some rustling and then a soft handkerchief was at the mess between your legs, cleaning you up.

You turned your head, finding Hotch kneeling behind you with that furrow between his brows again.

“You look angry a lot.”

You did not know where your words had come from but hell, you might as well run with it now.

The dark-haired man looked up at you, looking unusually amused. “I suppose it might look like that to some.”

When he pulled away and you felt somewhat taken care of, you turned around and grabbed your clothes. Hotch remained standing there with you, his

“Then what is it, really?” you asked him as you slipped your dress over your head. The fabric covered your vision and when you could see again, Aaron was standing again, looking at you with a genuine smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

Damn him for being so handsome.

“I am focused,” he replied, his hand landing on your hip to support you as you slipped back into your shoes. Your hand landed on his forearm, his hand gripping your elbow, keeping you steady.

“Focused on what?”

“On you.”

Your hand froze on his arm. “Oh.”

Suddenly, he was closer again. Standing chest to chest, you could not help but look at his mouth because it was right there and his lips looked so soft and what if this was the moment? What if you could kiss him again and –

“Yeah,” he echoed, his nose brushing against yours, “Oh.”

His mouth ghosted over yours and you closed the distance, kissing him just as softly as he had done before. He did not wait to reciprocate and with his hand still under your elbow, he pulled you flush against him.

He opened his mouth but in a cruel twist of fate, his phone rang and he pulled away. An annoyed exhale left him and you could feel the disappointment when he picked it up. “What’s up Morgan?” he asked, his eyes still on you. his thumb brushed back and forth on your hip and you smiled, feeling elated and excited and so … so …

“Yeah, we’re on our way,” he said sharply, “I thought of getting us some lunch. Have the others text me their order and I will pick it up.”

And with that, he ended the call.

“Picking up lunch, huh?” you teased him, “How very generous of you, Agent Hotchner.”

“What can I say,” he smiled, opening the curtain for you, “I am in an exceptionally good mood today.”

*

When you returned to the main room of the boutique, the woman was still talking on the phone, not paying any mind to you. Relief filled you at the realization that she really had not noticed. Thank goodness because while it was the experience of a lifetime, you would have surely died of embarrassment.

Hotch’s hand burned at the low of your back but this time it did not cause any anxiety. This time it felt like both of you knew it belonged there.

He led you to the register, the woman only interrupting her conversation long enough to glance at both of you, looking very unimpressed.

“My name is Agent Hotchner, FBI,” he said, showing his badge, “We are on an active investigation. I am afraid I need to confiscate your security footage from the last 12 hours.”

“Also,” he added, putting the two-piece on the counter, “We would like to purchase this.”

[mintsuwu]

This isn't art technically speaking but here's a Smiling Critters Relationship Chart that I wanted to try out after seeying a cool template by @valentinbelleyh505! The colors are a mess so I will try to explain it properly-

- DogDay: as the leader of the Smiling Critters, it's a must that he gets along with everyone! He has a closer relationship with Bobby and Catnap, the latter being his best friend. Though he also gets along pretty well with Bubba and Kickin' so they might gather up to be a somewhat chaotic yet charismatic trio at times.

- Bobby Bearhug: she loves everyone with no exceptions! The critter whom she gets along the most with is Hoppy and she is somewhat interested on Catnap. Not romantically, but she does care about him specially.

- CraftyCorn: despite her shy demeanor, Craftycorn manages to get along with everyone in the group, even though she and Kickin' might clash at times due to his attitude. She really admires Dogday as their leader and gets along with Catnap fairly well, given how the two of them struggle more when it comes to socializing but also enjoy their moments of peace and quiet which they spend together at times. As for her relationship with Bubba it is mostly admiration, but she also has a little crush to him which, of course, she wouldn't dare to confess herself.

- Hoppy Hopscotch: she is probably the most extroverted member out of the bunch along with Dogday, even through she has some dissgreements with her friends at times... Specially Kickin', but they have some sort of love-hate relationship. Though she is kind of oblivious when it comes to romantic feelings. However, that doesn't stop her from showing affection! As she will be there for Bobby as long as she needs, sharing a sister-like bond. And surprisingly, she gets along very well with Catnap, even if their energies and personalities are completely different. But sometimes she could use some calm and he could use some more energy and enthusiasm.

- Catnap: even though he is mostly an introverted soul who spends most of his time sleeping away, the feline doesn't fail when it comes to being in good terms with everyone. The girl whom he gets along with the most is CraftyCorn, given their similar personalities and their struggles. Even if she suggests a fashion or modeling session, Catnap will never mind to join around! He also respects Bubba greatly, seeying him as a wise and big-brother figure, his knowledge of the world will never fail to amuse him. And of course, Dogday is his very best friend, the one he can be the most open to as they understand and support each other no matter what.

- PickyPiggy: with her easygoing attitude, she has mostly good relationships with everyone! Even though her hunger can get the best out of her at times... She really admires CraftyCorn and her artistic abilities. (The neutral relationships are also based on the dynamics their Bigger Bodies versions will have, but I still have to design them so I will elaborate on her relationships later on).

- Kickin'Chickin: even if he might be too much at times, Kickin' is someone who easily gets everyone's aproval! The critters he gets along with the most are Dogday and Bubba, specially the latter as they sorta have a sibling dynamic. And even though he sometimes has a hard time understanding Catnap, they get along just fine. He has a huge crush on Hoppy, but he's too stubborn to admit it so he teases her instead and that leads to frequent arguments. Kind of like an Alvin & Brittany dynamic.

- Bubba Bubbaphant: he's pretty much like the big brother of the group, always willing to help everyone and provide the needed knowledge... Even though he can ramble at times- His closests relationships are with Kickin' and Craftycorn, and he has a secret crush on her that he doesn't speak about since he assumes that she likes Dogday instead. However, he doesn't hold any grudges against the dog for it and instead respects him dearly.

And another take with my OC LoolaLamb! (I will make a good picture and description for her I promise;;) even though canonically/in-game the only critters she would have interacted with properly would be Dogday and Catnap

BUT long story short-

- Dogday: even though she is not a part of the main Smiling Critters, Loola admires Dogday's personality and empathy, seeying him as a role model. She does have a little crush on him but she is afraid to mistake it with a simple affection at times. He does reciprocate her feelings but doesn't know how to grasp or classify such emotions to begin with.

- Bobby Bearhug: due to her loving and affectionate personality, LoolaLamb would feel great comfort around Bobby. She would definitely see her as someone she could trust.

- CraftyCorn: her and Loola would get along given their love for artistic representations. Sometimes they would sit down and write songs together.

- Hoppy Hopscotch: perhaps the energetic rabbit would be a little too much for the lamb, but she would admire her outgoing personality quite a lot.

- Catnap: their relationship is mostly neutral, though Catnap didn't like her much at first as he was afraid that she would replace him (let's just say there was an alternative universe in she didn't). But despite that Loola would be interested on meeting him further if given the chance.

- PickyPiggy: they wouldn't interact too much, but Picky is definitely fond of Loola! And perhaps would ask her to sing quite ofter, much to the lamb's dismay given their lack of confidence at times.

- Kickin'Chicken: the very first time they met and he knew that she could sing, he inmediately challenged her to a musical competition- She found it a little foward and intriguing at first, but in the end Loola ended up finding his attitude quite amusing, he makes her laugh.

- Bubba Bubbaphant: LoolaLamb would see Booba as some sort of authoritarian figure given his extensive amount of knowledge, but she would respect him a lot for that. As to him he does find interest in her musical abilities, but they wouldn't interact as much as the others.

ANYWAY SORRY FOR THE LONG POST;;

[acknowledge-reigns]

A Gorgeous Necklace | Solo Sikoa x Black!Fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Description: Solo's girlfriend is completely captivated by his newest tattoo.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Hand kink, Choking, Dom/sub dynamic, spanking, petnames (baby, babygirl.), sex, dirty talk, the usual filth.

TW// Very brief mention of some type of injury and loss of a parent.

SMUT

MDNI!!! 18+!!!!!!!

Face claim is Kat Graham.

You can find my masterlist here.

Raya found herself in an unexpected and passionate relationship with Solo Sikoa, a professional wrestler with a captivating presence when she had honestly least expected anything of the sort.

Their encounter initially took place in the emergency room where Raya works as a nurse, Solo's brothers and cousin had dragged in him after a match gone wrong to be checked out for any injuries. Even being 30 years old, he was the baby of the group and his older brothers Jimmy and Jey, as well as his cousin Roman who might as well be his older brother too, are all relatively protective of him much to his dismay.

Raya, with her caring nature, tended to Solo's injuries, and their connection sparked instantly.

As they spent time flirting playfully, Raya couldn't help but be drawn to Solo's magnetic energy and charming smile. She couldn't help but note how soft spoken and gentle he is in person.

Raya had grown up watching wrestling as she had brothers and was raised by a single dad who were all big fans. Her dad had passed away a couple of years ago and from time to time when she'd missed him she'd turn it on.

That's why she recognized the four intimidatingly attractive men sitting there in the hospital room. The bloodline. She remained cool, calm and professional though and hadn't let any of them know that she recognized them.

Eventually, after some lighthearted banter, Solo mustered the courage to ask for Raya's number. Their texts soon turned into late-night conversations filled with laughter, shared dreams, and a growing sense of intimacy. Then he when he was back in town he asked her out.

Over the course of a year, Raya and Solo's relationship blossomed into a loving and deeply passionate connection. Raya still works in the ER. Solo is doing big things in his wrestling career. The two of them had moved in together, though between his wild travel schedule and her schedule as a nurse the two felt like they were almost never home. That's why this weekend they were spending together was so very special.

Solo had recently, just a couple of weeks ago, gotten an addition to the gorgeous tribal art that covered his arms with intricate patterns, it now included a striking design on his hand. Raya, who had always admired Solo's hands anyway, was captivated by the addition, finding the tattoos to be alluring and seductive. Her mind went straight to the gutter everytime she saw it.

As they were lying in bed together, just naked cuddling essentially, Raya gently traced her fingers along Solo's newly tattooed hand, She marveled at the intricate details, her eyes filled with adoration. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered into Solo's ear, "You know, your hands would make a gorgeous necklace."

Solo's eyes lit up with desire, understanding the playful suggestion hidden within Raya's words. He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky, "Oh yeah, babygirl?"

Raya smirked, her heart racing with excitement at the thought. She nodded, biting her lip seductively.

"I'ma need you to use your words, baby." Solo said in a commanding, Dominant tone.

Raya's breath hitched at the command in Solo's voice. She could feel her body responding to his dominance, her desire intensifying with every word. She looked deep into Solo's eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, Daddy. I want your hands around my throat."

Solo's gaze darkened, a mix of desire and possessiveness burning in his eyes.

"Remember our Safeword?" Solo asked her.

"Spike" Raya said with a smile, being a play of course on his finisher, the Samoan Spike.

"Good girl" Solo responded as he gently ran his fingers through Raya's hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a firm grip, he guided her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck.

Raya's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze with pure lusting coursing through her body.

Solo's grip tightened slightly, his fingers exerting a delicious pressure against the delicate skin of Raya's neck. A surge of pleasure shot through her body as she felt the power dynamic shift, her submission fueling her desire. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being completely under his command, his strong gorgeous hands wrapped around her throat.

As the intensity grew, Solo's grip remained firm but controlled. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "This what you wanted, baby?"

"Mhmm" Raya hummed in absolute bliss as he loosened his grip and turned her around. Raya's body quivered with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he positioned her to face away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath becoming shallow with every passing second.

"Face down, ass up." Solo demands with a slap to her ass.

At the commanding tone in Solo's voice and the sharp sting of the slap, Raya felt surge of arousal course through her veins as she felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation. She quickly complied, assuming the desired position.

Her body lay face down, her round and enticing ass raised high in the air, waiting to be claimed. The warmth radiating from her skin fueled her desire, making her yearn for his touch, his control.

Solo approached her slowly, his steps deliberate and purposeful. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, intensifying the anticipation that hung heavily in the air. Raya's senses were on high alert, every nerve in her body humming with the need for his dominant touch.

Solo's beautifully tattooed hand trailed along her exposed flesh, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and possessive grips. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure coursing through Raya's body.

Solo's hands travelled lower, he runs finger through her wetness.

A satisfied smirk curved Solo's lips as he pulls away his glistening fingers. "Damn, you wet, girl. Maybe I should've gotten this ink sooner." He teased with a chuckle before sucking her juices clean off of his finger.

A gasp escaped her lips as he was suddenly inside her. Pounding her from behind.

Solo's powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through Raya's body, causing her to arch her back and instinctively press her hips back into his igniting a fire deep within her, building a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her completely.

Raya's breath became ragged as Solo's rhythm quickened, his movements reflecting a primal and passionate hunger for her. With each deep and forceful thrust, they became lost in a dance of raw desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

The room filled with the intoxicating sounds of their pleasure, the symphony of their moans and gasps mingling with the rhythm of their bodies. Raya's hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure that Solo evoked within her.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the moment, their connection deepening with each passionate thrust. Their bodies moved together, perfectly attuned to each other's desires. Raya's senses were heightened, every sensation magnified as she chased the ecstasy that awaited her.

As the intensity built, Solo's hand reached around to find Raya's swollen and sensitive clit. His touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her body. The combination of his deep penetration and his skilled touch rubbing her clit pushed her closer to the edge.

Raya's moans grew louder, echoing through the room, as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her. The exquisite tension built, her body trembling with anticipation of the impending release.

Finally, with a shared gasp of ecstasy, Raya and Solo tumbled over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crashed through Raya's body as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release. Solo continued to thrust, prolonging their shared pleasure until he too succumbed to the overwhelming bliss.

In the aftermath of their passion, Raya and Solo remained locked in each other's embrace, their bodies intertwined and their hearts filled with a deep sense of connection. They had explored the depths of their desires, basking in the intimacy that only their shared pleasure could bring.

"Yeah.. I should've gotten that tattoo sooner." Solo smirked breathlessly.

[brucewaynehater101]

I want Duke included in batfam family fics. being the older sibling Damian needs, relatable yet guiding. Tim being ‘Dukes robin’ and having lots of respect for Tim yet he’d also steal his slice of pie. Duke and Jason hanging out, and Jason appreciating how he never tries to lecture him. Duke and dick matching vibes (or as much as they can) when on patrol and somewhat in the family, and both trying to make their brothers calm tf down. Bruce trying desperately to not fuck up with Duke like he did his other sons, only serving to confuse and slightly alarm Duke. Alfred and duke being the only ones with more then *1* braincell.

he also has so much potential for angst of being a meta in a family everyone thinks hates metas, and people somehow forget him???

(I have more just don’t have the energy to write it all down)

Heck yes! I agree that Duke needs to be included in more batfam fics (and especially as a more pivotal role). I personally try to add him a bit, but I fear I do not include him enough as a key member of the batfam.

Duke is hella important and should be treated as such. I'd love to see more fics with him pissing off GCPD for fun. Just chaos and pranks against GCPD, rogues, Batman, and the Batkids. Also, he should he allowed to punch (or kick) as many JL members as he pleases (Hal was just the first).

Duke and Dick having similar fashion ideas is a cute idea I've seen in the fandom. I would also just love to see more fanart of Duke rocking some fun outfits for galas (especially if the galas follow the AU of Gotham being super weird with their social norms). Duke being featured on magazine covers, being asked to model, and being interviewed would be cool fanwork ideas to play around with. I've seen so many of the other batboys and none with Duke as a magazine cover.

Here's my ideas on how Duke could interact with different batfam members. Feel free to reblog if you have ideas yourself or think the dynamic should be different.

I feel like Duke and Cass would get along really well as chaos gremlins who get away with their shenanigans. Messing with Commissioner Gordon is a favorite pass time of theirs. For some reason, even when presented with evidence, Bruce doesn't believe that Duke and Cass would do the things they get away with. It's both impressive and annoying to the other batkids.

Duke could have a weird relationship with Tim. On one hand, Tim is Duke's Robin. The cases he's solved, feats he's accomplished, and respect Gotham has for Tim's Robin in general (for being Batman's therapy kid) are unfathomable. On the other hand, he's seen Tim walk into the same wall four times within three minutes. They both share a love for riddles, but Tim can be an idiot at interpersonal relationships.

For Damian, Duke has seen how the world picks up kids and spits them out. He's seen kids lashing out, how they merely want to defend themselves, and how fantastic they are once you get to know them. He's been angry and spiteful at the world too. For Damian, Duke's hella impressed at the kid's heart despite all the shit he's been dealt. Duke would encourage chaos, talk with the kid about how different emotions have impacted Duke's actions and life, and is an overall supportive figure. They can often be seen doing both wild stunts and "common for their age group" activities for fun (although the game Sorry is banned because of them).

Jason and Duke would probably have a complicated relationship due to Red Hood's actions. Their similar childhoods (as far as economically and location based) would lead to jokes and shared customs that they chat with Steph about (such as Creepy Toe Joe or that specific gas station or the phrase they say as they passed that one pothole). Despite that, they have different viewpoints on Bruce and murder.

Duke is probably one of the more emotionally intelligent and communicative batfam members. If Alfred is the sassy version, Duke would get a good laugh out of those remarks and the astute observations.

Bruce and Duke angst could go hard. Bruce is trying so hard not to make his past mistakes. Duke and his perception of Bruce (he holds Bruce in high regard) and how that affects their relationship.

As far as Duke being in a "perceived to hate metas" family, that could either be hilarious or angst. I imagine people trying to intervene or "save" Duke from the Bats would be infuriating and sad to see.

Duke could also laugh at the batkids' superhero friends and how they, even as adults, are banned from entering Gotham. Duke is free to live in the manor and come and go as he pleases. Any of the batkid's meta friends have to be snuck into Gotham.

[matzouls]

HC LIST ― ATEEZ CAFE !

if ateez all worked in a coffee shop what would it be like??

pairing : no set pairing, but referenced woosan, matz, woosansang, and yungi! genre : hc list wc : 854

hongjoong ― hongjoong is the cafe owner, he handles the business side of things. he's in charge of hiring, managing orders, making sure stock is okay, and making sure the cafe as a whole is running smoothly. ― with customers, hongjoong is polite and brief. he isn't one to make much small talk. he’s more about efficiency and making sure things are done right, though he’ll chat if he’s in a good mood. customers see him as the serious and dedicated boss, but regulars know he has a softer side. ― he is the ‘dad’ of the café, making sure everyone’s doing their job while secretly caring about their well-being.

seonghwa ― seonghwa is the head barista, known for his skills in crafting beautiful, detailed latte art and maintaining the café’s pristine condition. his perfectionism keeps the café running like clockwork. ― with customers, seonghwa is polite, professional, and calm, though sometimes a bit intimidating because of how serious he seems. he makes perfect drinks every time and is known for his meticulous work. customers appreciate his attention to detail, even if he comes off as a little distant. ― seonghwa has high standards for the café, so he often gently corrects the others if things aren’t up to his level. despite this, he cares deeply about the café’s atmosphere and its people.

yunho ― yunho is the customer service KING. he’s great at handling the register, chatting with regulars, and making everyone feel at home. ― yunho’s the one who remembers your name, your order, and probably your dog’s name too. his bright, sunny personality keeps people coming back. he’s got a knack for turning a customer’s bad day around with a joke or a quick chat. ― yunho’s like the big brother of the café—he’s always stepping in to help when someone’s in a rush, making sure mingi’s ok after one of his clumsy spills, and offering to cover shifts without hesitation.

mingi ― mingi is the energetic barista who’s still learning the ropes but makes up for his inexperience with enthusiasm. his main job is prepping orders, though he’s prone to spilling things. ― with customers he's a little awkward but incredibly lovable. mingi tends to fumble with more complicated orders, but he’s always quick to laugh it off, making customers feel at ease. his goofy, cheerful attitude is infectious, and regulars find it endearing when he gets flustered. ― mingi is the comic relief of the group, always bringing a lighthearted atmosphere to the café. he’s a bit clumsy but tries his best, and yunho is always nearby to help him out

san ― san doesn’t officially work at the café but is there so often he might as well. he’s the regular who knows the staff so well that they let him help out during busy hours. ― san has become a bit of a fixture at the café, chatting with new customers like he’s part of the staff. he’s always cheerful and full of energy, making people feel welcome and comfortable. ― the ultimate tease, san spends his time between teasing wooyoung and trying to break yeosang’s facade. his dynamic with wooyoung is electric, filled with playful banter, while his bond with yeosang is a bit softer, as he tries to make him smile.

yeosang ― yeosang is a barista and brewing expert. he’s a perfectionist when it comes to coffee, making sure every cup is brewed to absolute precision. ― yeosang is quiet and focused, and he doesn’t chat much with customers unless they ask him something specific about the drinks. he’s known for his dry humour, and regulars love trying to get him to crack a smile. ― while he seems aloof, yeosang cares deeply about the café and his co-workers, especially wooyoung and san. he plays it cool but secretly enjoys their antics, though he’d never admit it.

wooyoung ― wooyoung is a part-time barista and full-time flirt. he’s mainly in charge of making drinks, though he loves working the floor so he can chat with customers. ― wooyoung’s flirty, playful nature makes him a hit with customers. he’s always cracking jokes and giving over-the-top compliments, especially to regulars. he’ll wink at them while handing over their drinks, but his charm makes it impossible not to laugh. ― wooyoung loves teasing yeosang and san, constantly making them blush or laugh with his flirty comments. despite his playful nature, he takes his job seriously and always makes sure the café feels lively.

jongho ― jongho doesn’t work at the café but is a regular customer. he works at the bookstore across the street, so he frequently pops in for his usual drink – an iced americano. ― as a customer himself, jongho keeps to himself, usually absorbed in a book. he’s got a serious, calm aura, and other customers often think he’s a bit intimidating because of his focused, no-nonsense vibe. ― jongho has a reserved but friendly relationship with the baristas, especially san and wooyoung, who always try to drag him into their antics. he’s often the voice of reason when things get too chaotic.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Ateez Dynamics (Jongho Perspective)

We are now at the final member of this group's dynamics. It has been a fun ride. I will definitely try to revisit this again next year. But we end with my bias for now. They had some interesting things to say about him, let's see what he has to say.

Hongjoong (The Lustful/Page of Wands) Ya'll I ain't playing. The Lustful card came flying out! Now we know Jongho got this card a lot, and if I remember correctly, Hongjoong also gave him this card, but don't fully remember, anyway, I see them saying a lot of dirty and taboo things together lol Dirty minds here when they are around each other. These two are not afraid to embrace and talk about their sexuality. They seem pretty open to the conversation, which is not bad. They are both very curious and maybe want to explore new things and places together. I see them both wanting to try new experiences together.

Seonghwa (The Actor/7 of Pentacles) They both seems to be good at playing the part, maybe as idol. They both know how to act in certain situations. They know how to be reserved when need be. I think Jongho may learn this from Seonghwa. There is a calmness and patience to him that he may want to emulate and learn from him. There bond seems chill, maybe a bit stagnant at the moment. It is also pretty slow growing. They also both know the value of hard work as well. Not much craziness here, pretty chill, but not getting too much closeness from these cards.

Yunho (The Future/Queen of Pentacles) Yunho may be a strong caring figure in his life. Someone very giving and nurturing. He may give him advice about money and future planning. He seems like a solid and stable figure in his life. I mean Jongho can be the same for him as well. They seem to support and give to each other. There is a sense of independence they both have. They both seem pretty practical and realistic. I don't know if they both plan things together or help each other plan for the future. If they share what they plan to do with their career in the future. I can see these depending on each other for things, or Jongho depends on him for security and dependability. They both also value their career and themselves. I see Yunho being a very grounding figure in his life.

Yeosang (The Warrior/4 of Wands) There is a toughness and strength these two have. I don't know if they may clash at times. There is a strong and stubborn energy he sees in Yeosang. A toughness of will that will achieve anything he wants. He may also have this energy. He may really like this about Yeosang. He fights for what he wants. I can see Jongho being that way too, so there could be clashing with them. But with the 4 of Wands there energy together is pretty stable and happy. I see them both doing whatever it takes, if that means fight or confront things to achieve what makes them happy. They seem to relate on this level. It seems when they are together things are great. These two have fun and there are good vibes there. It seems they enjoy the company of one another. It is like they find comfort in each other.

San (The Independent/Queen of Swords) They are both kind of independent. I don't see these two depending on another that much. He may San as a good listener and a smart individual. Someone who is open-minded and willing to listen to what he has to say with no judgment. And it could be vice versa. There seems to be open dialogue and conversations with them from time to time. But I don't see them as very close. I see him gaining a lot of knowledge from San, maybe they talk about things of the mind or intellectual things. If he wants to see things from a logical point of view, he may refer to San and maybe San does the same. Although, they may not be super tight. There is a respect here.

Mingi (The Farmer/3 of Swords) Well there was some hurt and frustration here, someone got hurt, someone may have said something hurtful to the other. Was it them in Mingi's reading where I got some aggressive energy? I wish I remembered. I try not to look back on readings to be as unbiased as possible. The quote on the farmer card is, 'I enjoy being of service of those who deserve it,' Kind of speaks volumes' for me, like he doesn't want to help him or fu** with him at the moment. He will give to those who he feels deserves it. I wonder if they got into a disagreement about doing something for another. Like did Mingi ask him for something and that triggered him somehow. This one is kind of confusing, not trying to sit on this for too long. But they aren't in the best place at the moment.

Wooyoung (The Teacher/Knight of Pentacles) I say Wooyoung teaches him a lot about life and how to move through it. There is a persistence and diligence Wooyoung has that he admires and wants to follow. It is like he watches what he does and wants to follow it. There is a lot of knowledge and wisdom Wooyoung has. He may give Jongho a lot of advice about things in life and he takes that at face value. It is like he wants to follow his steps. This is interesting because I believe Wooyoung also wanted to learn from Jongho as well. This dynamic surprises me. I didn't expect this. It is like they both learn a lot from each other. There are like aspects of Wooyoung that Jongho would like and vice versa. He sees Wooyoung as grounded individual who stays the course and stays focus on what he wants to do, and he may want to learn to stay consistent and focused on his goals. Jongho may struggle to do this on his own.

This was interesting once again, surprised by Mingi and Wooyoung's dynamics. This was a fun series that I would love to revisit again like I said. But as of now I will conclude with my Ateez series. Hope you enjoyed it.

[here4tripitaka]

JTTW chapter 55: Tripitaka and the sexy scorpion spirit

The title really says it all:

So let’s recap. Tripitaka has been abducted by a demon who wants to have sex with him. He’s on his own this time - unlike last week, when all his mates were around to help him deal with the queen, who also wanted to have sex with him.

So Tripitaka is in the demon's cave, and the disciples are hanging around outside.

Sandy seems a bit over the whole rescue dynamic. He figures that Tripitaka can take care of himself, and that sex kidnapping is not that much of an emergency:

On the other hand, Wukong isn’t confident Tripitaka will pull through, and Bajie thinks it’s hopeless. The whole mission hinges on whether Tripitaka cracks and sleeps with her. Cos if he does, they're packing up and going home:

Well, Sandy was right. Tripitaka ACES it. The scorpion spirit is coming on strong, but Tripitaka just isn’t interested:

Note his forthright, stubborn attitude and conspicuous lack of crying. Contrast last week where he was turning red, looking away, physically shaking and crying:

WHAT IS THIS CHANGE OF PERSONALITY?

Either it's character growth (which has somehow occurred in the time it took for the scorpion spirit to teleport Tripitaka to her lair) or my theory (possibly based on a bit of wishful thinking) is that it’s influenced by whether Wukong is around or not.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love Tripitaka with Wukong. I love their potentially codependent relationship and the male-damsel-in-distress dynamic. Tripitaka is the most hopeless one of the group AND their undisputed leader. It’s amazing. I’ve never seen a male character lead a male group by crying and constantly requiring rescuing. I’m here for it.

But. Interestingly. When Wukong isn’t around, I feel like Tripitaka goes, “stuff it, I might as well save it,” and he calms down and just deals with stuff matter-of-factly.

I will admit he still cries ONCE:

Okay, twice:

Okay. So maybe I'm wrong. But on the whole, there is a lot less “clutching my handkerchief crying” sort of energy.

Anyway. When Tripitaka knocks back the scorpion spirit, the disciples decide he’s worth rescuing:

So basically, they deliberately abandoned him and left him alone with a demon overnight to shit test him.

They try to bust him out, but they don’t fare too well against the scorpion spirit’s sting. What are they to do? Don’t even worry: Guan Yin has got their back.

I love Guan Yin. You know where you stand with Guan Yin. There’s no praying and sitting around anxiously, wondering if she’ll come through. She’s already on it. Having trouble with a scorpion spirit you can’t conquer? Don’t worry:

And that guy is Orion.

Who turns out to be… a giant… rooster?

My reaction was, “Huh?!”

First I kind of assumed Wu Cheng’en was just having fun making up magic powers for random animals. But no! 

From my very scientific googling, it seems like maybe chicken > scorpion is actually a thing. TIL.

As a tangent, roosters got me thinking about alarm clocks, and how people used to wake up before alarm clocks were a thing. That took me down a rabbit hole, and now I’m discovering that candle clocks were a thing in ancient (ancient-ish?) China. Because apparently roosters are unreliable rogues and may crow at sunrise, but may also crow at 3am just cos they feel like it.

Behold:

So that’s that. But let’s circle back to something. I couldn’t help but notice that, in this chapter, Tripitaka calls the scorpion spirit a “powdered cadaver”:

Why so harsh? It isn’t cos of her looks. The narrator is pretty clear that she’s attractive. And it seemed uncannily like last week, where Bajie called the Queen of Women State a “powdered skeleton”:

It seemed a bit rich coming from him, when he clearly found her attractive:

I was starting to wonder if it was some kind of ancient Chinese insult for beautiful women when I found this journal article. It seems like, basically, the skeleton reference came from (separate but overlapping) Taoist and Buddhist practices of remembering that hotness is merely a superficial, meaningless property of the transient material world. Or something like that.

So, good on you Bajie and Tripitaka for sticking to your Buddhism. But… maybe just don’t say it OUT LOUD to people’s faces next time. Sure, stick to your asexuality, but no need to get personal about it!

I wonder if the queen and the scorpion spirit got the reference or if they were just like, “What the heck? I’m not that skeletal or powdery! YOU’RE skeletal and powdery!” We’ll never know.

And now, in no particular order, I wanna give a shoutout to some of my favourite miscellaneous moments from the chapter.

I love how the characters put so much emphasis on good manners, even when rushing around magically bashing people up. Wukung rocks up at Star God Orion’s place unannounced and asks him to drop everything and help him with something that is really not Orion’s problem - yet Orion refrains from telling him to get stuffed. Instead, he just worries that Wukong will think he’s rude if he doesn’t invite him in for tea:

Also, the wild swings between dramatic whining and understated stoicism. Bajie gets stung painfully on the snout, but doesn’t want to make a big deal of it to Orion:

Indeed. I, too, like to communicate my severe injuries only in a roundabout way, in the course of apologising for not being able to uphold proper etiquette.

Loved this sweet poem about Wukong as a majestic bee:

And learned that you’re not a babe unless you have spring onion fingers:

Some things went over my head, though. What do you mean, puns about meat buns and water pudding? I assure you, Tripitaka is not the only one who didn’t get it:

Even after reading Yu’s footnote about it:

As for my least favourite moments, Bajie is still being a chauvinistic so-and-so, calling women sexist words with disturbing enthusiasm. And Orion loses points for agreeing with Bajie wholeheartedly, instead of, you know, talking to him about his choice of language. But enough of that. Tripitaka has transcended the temptations of powdery skeletons, and it’s on with the journey.

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

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Credits: The images above are either AI, or random pictures from the web that I’ve captioned for this, or a Frankenstein of both. They are not original. The AI is a mix of VEED.IO and Stable Diffusion. As for the images, they should turn up with reverse googling, but ask if you’re curious and I’ll dig up sources. Disability means I can’t draw at the moment, but honestly this turned out to be pretty fun anyway. Thank you dear internet for this bounty of meme-able images.

[chimchiri]

Hii WB anon here and I'm back again!! Saw your posts about spitdash and oh my god, I love the way you actually acknowledge the unfortunate power dynamic and found a way to make it work!! I think it's very romantic how Spitfire chose to step down in order to date rainbows dash, it's adorable!! As always your art and headcanons are great. Speaking of headcanons!! Since you've mentioned soarin and spitfire dynamics a few times, can we have more about them/soarin as a whole? I do not remember if I've mentioned it in the last ask but soarin is my personal favorite, I have a closer bond to him since he's the reason I got into the wonderbolts in the first place. So I'd love to see if you have any headcanons about him (fyi I will probably go back into your ask box to ask about the others but for now we're focusing on soarin he needs his moment to shine)

You hold a special place in my heart for asking about the WB, Soarin and Spitty... Oof long text incoming about them!

One recurring hc I have is that they're childhood friends - even platonic soulmates.

I hc Spitfire to have had a lot of trouble making friends as a kid. Mainly because she had way too much energy, an insane competitive drive and quite the anger issues. She didn't have anything against other kids per se, she wasn't just mean. But her natural talent for flying and quick frustration when others wouldn't do as she wanted (like a partner not giving it their all during a race or a slower runner making it hard for her to pass them during a run/race) were a toxic combination and made her explode regularly. Hearing her shout and stomp in frustration wasn't uncommon. Naturally, kids used to avoid and/or gossip about her, even if she tried to find some friends and help others get to her level so they could do some friendly racing or sparring. Some kids may have provoked her, which would usually result in a brawl or some form of violence depending on the other kid's attitude, as soon as she felt her pride was harmed. Ultimately she didn't want to harm other per se. She was just hyper-focused on running, flying, anything adrenaline, and had a lot of trouble managing her emotions.

Insert Soarin: I mentioned that he definitely loves a good race and winning as much as the other Wonderbolts - a quality anyone has naturally in that position. But outside of a race, I hc him as the softest, most relaxed, and also most tired guy there is. He really just encapsulates this meme for me (just imagine there are also dark circles)

He's docile, friendly and (as a kid) very agreeable - which unfortunately, resulted in him having trouble finding true friends as well and getting bullied. While he got to tag along, he was often the butt of a joke due to his soft nature. Being used as a water boy or personal butler also was daily routine, which he accepted with a heavy heart. I hc Soarin to have a strong sense of justice and having very developed empathy even as a kid. He's a thinker, a strategist. He observes, notices and concludes. He's not stupid. He knows and can tell the other kids don't really like him and treat him badly, but he just wants to have some friends. Plus, he's not very courageous (as a kid) and doesn't want to face arguing and fighting. He just wants to be included.

His "friend" group doesn't like Spitfire and definitely called her a crazy devil. Soarin initially only heard bad and frankly, quite intimidating things about her. But after meeting her he quickly concludes that she's not a real threat and just has some trouble with her anger. But she's trying to be helpful and outside of any competition is actually rather calm and nice.

There's no specific hc how they met but it was definitely Soarin who tried to initiate contact and a friendship. And Spitfire who was probably wary about him due to his friend group. I love to think they connected very quickly and balanced each other out well. Soarin was the first kid who would race her no matter how often he'd lose and not get annoyed or angry at her. Which was because he immediately noticed that she doesn't like to put others down - she just loves to race, win and get better. After a while he also realized, that she loves any kind of improvement, really. Not just her own. She'd give him tips, train with him and would also get just as excited when he got better. She just loved adrenaline, training and most importantly - seeing improvement and success. For her or others. It's something Sptifire never noticed herself and it was Soarin who, years later, would mention it and ultimately be the reason why she would end up as captain of the Wonderbolts.

Kid Spitfire would be good for Soarin too: not only standing up to anyone who treated him badly, but also getting him to speak out for himself and say out his thoughts out loud.

Honestly, I just love them getting each other. Even when they're completely different in character. They look at each other and they just know. They know when the other is unwell or when there is something off. There is almost no secret they can keep from the other. They know what the other needs, wants, desires. And by adulthood, they'd trust each other with their life. UGH I really really love them as platonic soulmates.

They walk side by side in each others lives. They're a perfect match and in the Wonderbolts, as captain and deputy, they're an almost unstoppable team. Not only because they trust and care about each other like no one else, but also because they both can separate work from their personal feelings. They're both able to make decisions that may be unpleasant for their friendship but greatly benefit the Wonderbolts.

A characteristic also great in arguments btw: Just because they understand and get each other doesn't mean they always agree with each other. I imagine they definitely get into loud arguments. Soarin can be just as stubborn as Spitfire in some aspects, especially when he thinks he has the correct facts and logic on his side. (It's the stubborn, analytical science side of his.) Though for them, it's easy to not take arguing personal. They may get frustrated but they can clearly differentiate that the topic at hand is the problem and each other. So it's not uncommon for them to be arguing and shouting at each other and having casual, friendly lunch 15 min later. Something that the other Wonderbolts definitely have a hard time understanding.

Some last points: Soarin has never had any jealousy towards Spitfire, neither as a kid, nor as her deputy. And maybe it's exactly because of this why she's made him deputy and then captain after her departure. I imagine her stepping down (for romance of all things, which he later learns) is the first thing he truly, never ever saw coming. He's usually great at reading and anticipating her. But this? It takes him by COMPLETE surprise and he definitely has a very hard time accepting it. It's like a surreal fever dream. He may even have a small crisis, thinking that she'll be gone for good after - just leaving him behind. This fear probably takes a LOT of reassurance from Spitfire to calm him down again.

I've written way too much already, so I'll just end it with two short hcs:

1) He's got trouble with sleep and insomnia since teenage years. It's often a joke with friends or later on in the WBs. Jokes he usually goes along with or even initiates. Spitfire is one of the few people who know that it's more than just jokes, and that some days it really takes a hard toll on him. They used to share beds - which helped Soarin sleep - and still sometimes do in the WBs. Which also leads into:

2) In some AUs, I hc they did have some flings and physical/sexual experience with each other. But the details are too much and complex to write out and too nsfw to include into this post.

[infamous-if]

im so very curious about G + Vic + MC poly route, i want to know EVERYTHING

but i'll settle for simple dynamics. what are some OT3 dynamic the three share when theyre in an established relationship? 🥺

I actually have so many little scenarios in my head for the poly and idk why but I can imagine it soo clearly lmshooshsidb here’s some to get you a clearer image of what it’d be like

G has too much energy. V is low energy. It’s up to MC if it’s going to be “2 energetic feral cats vs one very calm owner” or vice versa 😭😭

Sharing the bed is a Process. G is a huge bed hogger so basically Vic and MC would be forced to cuddle in a corner while G is basically a star-fish on the rest of the bed. 😭 G is not much of a cuddler but Vic sure is. I can imagine MC and Vic like clutched together as if trying to share body warmth while G is just halfway off the bed, limbs spread, sleeping like a baby 😭

G often gets too drunk to function and Vic and MC would have to take them to bed. G gets super touchy while drunk so they’d throw their arms around both and pull them in trying to snuggle while they’re trying to tuck G into bed.

Vic and G are both affectionate in different ways. Vic is more like babey…squeezing cheeks and treating MC like a babie while G is more suave like sliding hands around waists and kissing the neck. MC won’t be lacking attention or affection, that’s for sure. On the flip side, Vic loves affection and to be doted on. G and MC being all over Vic would be her idea of Cloud 9 lmao

G would be the comedian of the three. Either MC joins in on the fun or is with Vic, who is usually the one to be like, “stop laughing it’s serious!!” Either way G and Vic react to things very differently lolol

The group chat between them would be just G either sending memes or sending selfies of themself pouting for attention 😭 Vic would send pictures of the sky or nice pics and G would just be like “what am I looking at” LMAODHSHDH

Birthdays would be a fight between something small and intimate (Vic) and something large and wild (G), either way G and Vic like to go all out in their own ways and insist on making the day all about MC

I like to imagine that since Vic and G have known each other longer, they’d do a tradition of showing MC all their spots and haunts, opening up MC to their world in the beginning. g would want to take them to the most obscure, immoral places where Vic is like “…here’s a beach, it’s very pretty.”

Vic is short. G is tall. If MC is short, be prepared for a lot of G using both MC and Vic as arm rests lol

I swear I have more but that’s all my brain can think of hahaha!