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Dad's working | Dad!Morpheus x Kid!Reader |

Summary: Morpheus has so much papper work to do...but you. His little Star demands his attention

Notes: SFW - Platonic - NON CANON EVENTSa - Maybe OOC - GN READER - Nicknamed Star - grammar mistakes -

Morpheus eyes the last letter from a Kingdom, the name of it has already leave his mind as he writes down a negative yet elegant response.

After leaving it on top of another set of pappers he moved his eyes to the left to see, two more stacks.

An Endless work never ends. And during his time in caption his Realm did suffer because of it. Between getting back his artifacts, re doing his Realm and...trying to be a better...being? His tasks as a King have been delayed.

And beyond that....

"DAD!!"

You. You were not in his plans. And honestly? He had no idea how you were even born. One day or night, difficult to say in the Dreaming you did appear. As a baby. With stars in your eyes.

It was no mistake.

You were a child of the Dreaming.

At first, he wondered if one if his own creations did something to have you. But after countless of questions, he found no answer.

He asked Lucienne to take a look around the Library. But no answer came back.

He was stuck with a child, not really willing to get on with it. After all, his past as a father was not a good one. And he did fear what could happen to you.

It took time. Nights of him with you, sometimes reading out loud, othet times just seeing you as you made small dreams without noticing it. And thinking. Lots of thinking. His first idea was to give you away to someone from the Dreaming to raise you, but at the same time. He found himself being conflicted over it.

At the end he asked Death for help. He would never call It help. And he had Lucienne basically giving him the side eye on just ask.

Death. With all her patience and kindness took you in her arms and even played with you. Morpheus saw it. And the scene made his non heart feel with...something.

"I believe Dear Brother, this kid may just be the key you need to change" Death said smiling down at you.

Morpheus made a face. Almost offended. "Change?"

Death gave him a knowing look. Taking some steps towards him.

"Hold them, see for yourself. Feel their weight, their laught, their soul"

"A kid from the Dreaming could not have one" He answers, still looking at you.

"Dream" this time it was more like an order.

And Morpheus with trembling hands took you. The feeling was...strange. Like this, this moment with you was always mean to be. To happen at some point.

His own starry eyes looked into yours, and there it was. A Spark. A connection. Something beyond time, like a mistery of why a vortex would exist.

Morpheus was...in a dream. Feeling for once like the hard task of being a Endless could be...not so nerve wracking.

"I will let you with them" Death says smiling and leaving the room. Looking up she sees a constellation forming between you two.

Back to the present.

"Dad!! You said we could go to the jumpy clouds" You pouted small arms reaching from him. 

Morpheus smiles taking you in his arms and sitting you down on his lap. Your eyes bright as the day you were born.

Behind you a tired Lucienne came. "Sorry My Lord" Lucienne apologies bowing. She was the one entrusted to take care of you when he was working. But you in all your child manners would always find a way to escape from her.

"Its fine Lucienne. You can go back. I have it from here" Morpheus responds getting another bow and a small smile from her before she leaves closing the doors.

"Dad is working my little Star" Morpheus says making you face his desk. "We cant go now"

"...can I help?" You ask already getting your small hand on a rather important papper.

"What if you draw something while I finish these. Then we can go and see the jumpy clouds" Morpheus its quick to take the sealed cart and give you some blank papper and ink.

"..can we make a new constellation?" You ask getting right into your drawing.

"Of course. I would love to see how your powers have improved" he softly responded already reading the dam letter.

"I love you Dad"

Morpheus feels like time stops. Even if thats impossible. He blinks, looks down at you, who keeps making random shapes, not knowing you just made the King of Dreams and Nightmares crumble in emotions.

"I love you too my Star" Morpheus finally responds kissing your head, getting a content sound from you.

And there for a moment, he wonders if he is allowed to feel like this. So light and happy. After what he has done, the ones he has hurt....

At the end, Morpheus its selfish, and what if not? He will not go back from this. And whatever Force tries to hurt you, mortal or even someone from his family. Then they would meet all his streght and the anger from a father.

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"Because I said so" straight up isn't as good an answer as you think it is.

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jinu’s go to friendship invitation tactic aka how the saja boys came tgt? 😂

Free petting if you join my boyband! -Jinu

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congratulations to the straw hats for adopting their first adult!

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Mob gets a hair cut :D

IDEA FROM @shoupilled

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When you draw for someone and they set it as their profile picture

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Request: 🙂

Saja boys reacting to their s/o make sucess with girls too.(you can ignore this).

When girls flirt with you too

Tags: gn!reader, established relationship, jealousy, light humor, flirting, fluff

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Jinu

He tries so hard to play it cool, but the second he sees another girl twirling her hair while talking to you, his eye twitches.

“Wow, you're popular today,” he says with a stiff laugh.

Casually wraps his arm around your waist even though you’re just standing in line at a café.

“She was just being nice,” you say.

“So am I. I’m so nice I should win an award. An award for being your very loving, very present boyfriend.”

Becomes extra clingy for the next ten minutes. Then drops it like it never happened.

Romance

Laughs it off at first, until the girl compliments your smile and asks if you're single.

“Oh, you’re bold,” he says, smiling with teeth. 

Puts a possessive hand on your back and leans in close. Whispered in your ear: “You really had to be that hot today, huh?”

You tease him, but he will absolutely bring it up again later.

“I’m not mad. Just impressed. And slightly threatened. Okay, maybe a little mad.”

Abby

Ends up in a spiral of both pride and insecurity. “You’re the hottest person I know and it’s not fair. You’re not even trying.”

Tries to one-up her with dramatic compliments for the rest of the day.

Hugs you randomly but refuses to say why.

“You wouldn’t. Right? Even if she was like... tall and mysterious?”

You reassure him. He acts normal again.

Until he sees you get another compliment from a girl a week later, and he goes, “Oh my god. It’s happening. I’m gonna lose you.”

He says it like a joke. It is not a joke.

Mystery

Barks

Stares ominously at the girl until she leaves.

“She was just asking for the time,” you say.

“She looked too long,” he replies.

Silently holds your hand the rest of the day.

The next time you go out together, you notice he’s walking closer than usual that your elbows are brushing against each other constantly.

Baby

He’s too lazy to react immediately. Just raises a brow like, “Huh. Interesting.”

But when the girl compliments your voice and giggles when you thank her? He’s suddenly sitting up straight.

“Who was she?”

“I don’t know. She said she liked my voice.”

“So she wants to kiss you. Cool. Very cool.”

Teases you for hours, but randomly cuddles you tighter like it didn’t bother him. Spoiler: It did.

“It’s fine. Girls love you. I love you. Everybody loves you. I’m not panicking.”

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When the City Sleeps

Miles Morales x Reader

Brooklyn was quieter than usual. No honking, no shouting from open windows — just the low hum of the streetlights and the wind pushing empty soda cans across the pavement.

You sat on the rooftop edge, legs dangling into the void. The city looked so small from here, like you could fold it up and tuck it into your pocket.

Miles landed behind you without a sound, but you felt the rooftop shift under his weight. His mask was off, his curls messy from the wind, his eyes shadowed with something heavier than exhaustion.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” you murmured.

“Like what?” His voice was soft, careful, like he was afraid you might shatter if he spoke too loud.

“Like I’m falling apart.”

He stepped closer, the gravel crunching under his sneakers. “You think I don’t notice? You’ve been slipping away, little by little. Not answering texts. Skipping school. You don’t laugh the same.”

You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes on the distant skyline. “And you’ve been gone. Swinging through the city, saving everyone else. What happens when I’m the one who needs saving?”

That hit him. You saw it in the way his jaw clenched. “I can’t be everywhere at once,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “But I’m here now.”

“Now isn’t enough, Miles.”

He sank down beside you, his knee brushing yours. His hand hovered near yours, trembling slightly before he finally took it. His palm was warm, steady — a cruel contrast to the cold ache settling in your chest.

“I’d give up the suit for you,” he whispered.

You shook your head. “No, you wouldn’t. And you shouldn’t. The city needs you.” You forced a small, broken smile. “I just wish I could keep a piece of you for myself.”

He didn’t reply, just rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight like he could memorize the feeling of you in this moment.

The wind picked up, carrying the faint sounds of sirens in the distance. You both knew he’d have to go soon. You both knew you couldn’t stop him.

When he finally stood, he hesitated, looking back at you as if trying to commit you to memory.

“Don’t disappear on me,” he said.

You smiled through the ache in your throat. “Only if you promise not to disappear on me first.”

He didn’t answer. He just pulled the mask back over his face, turned, and vanished into the night — leaving you with the city lights and the sound of your heart breaking.

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Eris saw Victor wandering around. He his hand he had one of those recorders, the archivists would use and it had one of the voice recordings playing on loop.

Eris notice a new door in the long hallway with a figure standing next to it.

HeLlO i WaSn‘T eXpEcTiNg To SeE aNyOnE sO sOoN.

The figure said with a raspy high pitch voice. 

(OOC: sorry if this is kind of bad, I’m not really good at this kind of stuff)

Eris emerges from its abstract surroundings, its eyes lighting up in interest.

AnOthEr DiSTortIoN, hM? HoW LovELy To mAkE YOur AcqUaiNtANcE!¡

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Saja Boys enamel pin design! Pre-order opens on July 25th 2pm est!

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No one ever questioned why baby Saja draped himself over the Saja Boys like a lazy cat.

He'd walk up behind Abby while he was doing push-ups and lay on top of him, arms wrapping around Abby like a koala, eyes half-lidded. He'd lean on Mystery in the middle of the hallway, chin on his collarbone, looking like he might fall asleep standing up. He'd even hook his arm around Romance's neck during interviews, cheek squished into the expensive pink blazer.

It was normal. It was an everyday Baby thing to do.

But with you- It was different.

Whenever you were around, it was like his body was jello, had no bones left.

One minute you'd be scrolling through your tumblr fanfictions, the next you'd feel a cool weight press into your back, Baby's arms slipping around your waist from behind. His nose would tuck into the warm crook of your neck, and he'd breathe in like he was trying to memorize you.

"You're so warm," he'd mumble, voice muffle as he nuzzled deeper.

He never did this with the others.

He never buried his mouth against their skin, never pressed little kisses, it was only ever for you.

It was instinctive, like a baby creature finding comfort in a heartbeat.

Sometimes he'd nip lightly at your shoulder-not hard enough to hurt, just a curious little bit, liem he was testing if you were real.

"Stop chewing me," you would grumble, but your hands would come up automatically to stroke his soft teal hair.

When he gets extra tired-or extra hungry for a living warmth-he'd pull you limbs wound around you like vines. His cold cheek would rest on your chest, and he'd hum in content satisfaction, that sofy, raspy little demon noise that you had grown to love.

And if you tried to get up?

"Nooooooo," he'd groan drowsily, arms tightening like a vice. "Just five more minutes. You're…comfy."

It wasn't even sexual. It wasn't even really about affection in the way that humans understood it.

It was just that-you were alive. Warm. Soothing.

And somewhere inside the layers of demon, with you, he remembered what the small human part felt like.

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Eris recognize to one of the young man to be Victor. They didn’t recognize the other young man or the older woman.

Eris notice a new door in the long hallway with a figure standing next to it.

HeLlO i WaSn‘T eXpEcTiNg To SeE aNyOnE sO sOoN.

The figure said with a raspy high pitch voice. 

(OOC: sorry if this is kind of bad, I’m not really good at this kind of stuff)

Eris emerges from its abstract surroundings, its eyes lighting up in interest.

AnOthEr DiSTortIoN, hM? HoW LovELy To mAkE YOur AcqUaiNtANcE!¡

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They will find each other in every timeline

Brief story under the cut :)

Vik was born into a poor family. Disabled since birth, her family worked tirelessly to give her a good life. They quickly noticed, however, that it was not enough. As she grew her mind surpassed those of her peers and, unbeknownst to them, she harbored a secret.

She had resented her body since she was little. She had been born a boy, but she was happiest when her mama did her hair, or when the girls in the village invited her to make flower crowns, and not when her father pat her on the back as if she was like him.

So, one day, mourning what she would leave behind, she ran.

She knew of a convent outside their town, quiet peaceful and isolated, where she could seek refuge. Under a new name and a new identity, she begged them to take her in. And they did.

She was taught their ways, given their raiments, included in their activities.

Some thought her a bit odd, but those comments were quickly shut by the others in the monastery. She was one of them.

And then, one day, another woman arrived.

She was the only daughter of a small noble family, almost the age of Vik but tall and rowdy. Her parents had caught her trying to practice alchemy and, to make her repent, had sent her to stay at their monastery.

And she had immediately latched onto Vik.

She was not interested in prayer, or scripture. And the more time Vik spent with her, she stopped caring too.

Jay was funny, and smart, and looked at her like she was a secret jewel found on the beach.

And she could not be more afraid.

She stayed night after night praying for patience. She could not fall into this...temptation was not the right word. This wasn't a temptation, this was a decision.

She knew she would leave everything behind if Jay asked it of her, but she couldn't.

She had joined the monastery for a life where she could be herself, and she doubted Jay would understand.

She just had to wait until her family deemed her time served enough, then she could forget about her. She just needed time.

And Jay, on her part, promised every night she would not leave her side. It was the only time she had met someone that could match her, and she would not let Vik go.

She would not leave without her.

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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕣𝕤 // Saja Boys & Huntr/x

// DATE // 29th of June 2025 → 30th of June 2025 // PAIRING // Huntr/x x Fem!Reader x Saja Boys // WARNING // Angst-ish?, I'm bad at writing award shows but I had to make it difficult for myself and make one anyways. // WORDS // 2.5k+ // SUMMARY // When a nervous solo artist unexpectedly finds herself seated between two of the biggest idol groups at an award show, she expects to be ignored - only to be met with warmth, curiosity, and a spark of something deeper. As the night unfolds and her past resurfaces, what began as a whirlwind of insecurity slowly transforms into unexpected support, and a silent promise from the people who were never supposed to notice her.

// Part One // Next //

If I could explain it, I would. But I can’t.

I have just been hyped up on social media, by none other than Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. And I only just met them at an award show. I was obviously my clumsy self and literally stumbled into Zoey. I felt so embarrassed. I looked up to them, still do, and just went and made a fool of myself in front of them. Later that night I was assigned a seat between the two groups.

I don’t know how I got so lucky… and so unlucky at the same time. It was so hard not to freak out. What I expected was to be ignored by both groups. I was a nobody and yet I got to sit with them.

I didn’t deserve this. Not the seat, nor the proximity to them. Hell, they didn’t deserve to be seated with someone as low as me.

But they actually talked to me. At first I wasn’t sure if they were even talking to me, but when I didn’t respond Rumi placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. It startled me.

“I’m sorry, w-were you talking t-to me,” smooth y/n. I scold myself. She only smiled sweetly, like she understood.

“Is this your first award show?” she asked again.

“I- yeah,” I stuttered, grimacing as I awkwardly pulled my shoulders up. “Is it, obvious?” she nodded, chuckling softly. Probably because of the wide eyed expression on my face. Simply because this goddess of an idol was talking to me.

“Just a little,” she says, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “We’ve all been there, but don’t worry. You’re safe. We got you. Any questions you have about events like this, we can answer them,” she gestures to herself, then the girls who were now focused on my too. “Including them, right boys?” she asks the Saja boys on my other side pointedly. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, as I turn to my left where they sat.

They’re all watching me. Relaxed, effortless, like they were born to be idols. There was a shared look between them, no words spoken. A smirk here and a smugly raised brow there.

“Sure,” Jinu replys casually, shoulders lifting in an easy shrug. Smile tugged at the corner of his mouth like he knew something I didn’t.

I returned my gaze to the front, but theres a new feeling that I couldn’t shake. Like I was being watched, though if I peeked in the corner of my eyes it wasn’t them. Or was it?

“Don’t mind them,” Zoey says, waving her hand dismissively. “Relax, I know it’s nerve-wracking to be here. But it will be okay,” she lifts her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug, then lets them drop, signaling me to do the same. Then she leans back into her seat. I nod, taking a deep breath and lowering my shoulders before sinking into the seat completely. The tension finally loosening just a little.

“By the way, who are you?” It’s Baby, the maknae of the Saja Boys. Normally the silent type, but I’d heard he can be blunt. This is apparently one of those moments.

“That alone proves to me, that I should in fact not be here,” I mutter under my breath, not knowing they heard me loud and clear. Doubt settling in my throat like it did when I first walked in. I sigh and shake my head, trying to push it down. “I’m Y/n.”

Little does she know that both bands exchanged glances, stunned for a brief moment. They couldn’t understanding why she spoke so little of herself. Sure they didn’t know who she was, but they were sure there had to be a good reason for her being here. They most certainly wanted to find out more about her.

Before any of them could say anything one of the hosts entered the stage.

“Annyeonghaseyo, everyone! Welcome to this years K-pop Rising Stars Awards!” the host spread his arm wide as he spoke. Grand gestures to capture the audiences attention. “The night where we celebrate the freshest talents, the most unforgettable songs, and the idols who’ve taken this year by storm,” the moment he stops talking his co host enters the stage enthusiastically. Joining to stand beside the first host.

“Hello, hello! I’m Seyeon and alongside Minjun,” she introduces the both of them. “I’m thrilled to guide you through an incredible evening packed with excitement, anticipation and of course amazing performances,” cheers fill the venue.

“Tonight, we’ll be honoring a whopping fifteen idols and groups with well deserved awards!” Minjun exclaims, throwing an excited gesture toward the massive screen behind him as the list of categories light up in bold glittering text. I knew the Saja Boys and Huntr/x were nominated for multiple of these categories, which they absolutely deserved.

You would think that I would be nominated for ‘Rookie of the year - Solo’, or maybe ‘Hidden gem award’. Even the ‘Fan’s choice award’ would have made more sense. But no, I was nominated for the ‘Heartfelt Voice Award’. How? I still didn’t understand. It was as much of a shock for me as it was for my manager.

“So, sit back, enjoy the show, and let’s celebrate the incredible journey of our beloved idols - both those just beginning and those shining brighter than ever!” Seyeon brings the energy down gently, her voice calm and methodical as the crowd begins to settle. Turning to her co-host with a smile. “So, Minjun… what category shall we start with?”

“Let’s start with a bang!” Minjun replies with excitement. “How about we start with ‘Album of the year’,” music starts playing as the nominated albums show on the screen. Out of the corner of my eye - bottom right, just barely - I see him. My ex, Seo Jaewon. He’s looking straight at me with that smug look on his face that might as well be a middle finger in a tux, but I ignore it. I have to. I knew his group, NOIR7, was nominated for multiple awards too, including this one.

“Why is he looking this way,” Mira mumbles, just loud enough to make my stomach twist. The stiffness returns to my shoulders like a reflex. Of course she had to notice him.

I decide to just keep quiet. They don’t need my drama in their lives. Focusing my attention back to the hosts. They are both glancing at the screen.

“Wow,” Seyeon breathes. “So many incredible albums. How could we possibly decide on a winner?”

“Luckily, we don’t have to!” Minjun replies with a grin. He pulls an envelope from behind his back, Seyeon joinin ghis as he slowly, deliverately peels it open. Stretching the tension across the room. “The winner of ‘Album of the year’ is…”

“Huntr/x!”

Zoey squeals with excitement. The three hugging while the audience including myself clap. Someone even whistles. A smile graces my face with genuine happiness for the group. They pass me and the Saja boys to get to the stairs that led to the stage.

Wow, Mystery things, she looks kinda cute when she’s this happy. But it’s more than that. It’s the way her eyes light up - not just for the win. It’s adoration, an adoration she holds highly for Huntr/x.

He watches her a moment longer than necessary, feeling a pull he can’t explain. He’s so distracted by her that he doesn’t even clap for his friends win.

Rumi steps up to the microphone, Zoey holding the award, visibly excited for the win. Even though this is far from their first win. “Thank you so much for this incredible honor,” Rumi starts sincerity clear in her voice. “We’re truly grateful to our fans, who inspire us every day, and to everyone who believes in our music and message,” my heart swells warmly at her words a content sigh leaving my lips which does not go unnoticed by the boys. “This award means the world to us, and we promise to keep working hard and growing together. Thank you!”

Soon they return to their seat, placing their award on one of the three small coffee tables arranged in front of our large couch. For a while the smile doesn’t leave my lips as the categories continue. Saja Boys win two awards before NIOR7 wins one.

Jaewon smirks at me deliberately. Clapping the rest of the members on the back as they make their way to the front. Smug and cocky.

“What is up with him?” this time it’s Romance who notices. My gaze drops, fingers curling tightly into the fabric of my dress, bunching it at my thighs.

“It’s me,” I mutter. No use pretending anymore - Jaewon’s public hatred is impossible to ignore it seems. Even for them.

“What does that mean?” Mira asks, I can feel her eyes on me as I sigh in defeat. Shaking my head, I wanna scold myself for sharing this with the people that shouldn’t have to deal with my shit.

“Jaewon is my ex,” I tell them, visibly shaking with the anxiety crawling up my spine. “He’s just trying-” I take a shaky breath. “Trying to shove it down my throat that he’s better than me. Which… he is,” I hate to admit it but I’m going on a ramble now and there’s no stopping me. “We’ve been doing this the same amount of time but my music never took off-” a bitter laugh escapes me. “Meanwhile, he’s out here winning awards, selling out arenas… and I’m just a nobody,” I lift my gaze carefully, fighting back the tears pooling at the edges of my eyes. “It’s like no matter what I do, I’m always one step behind. And he… he makes sure I never forget it.”

Their faces are soft, no judgement, just understanding. My hands loosen their grip on the fabric. Taking a shaky inhale, I glance over at Jaewon who’s still holding his acceptance speech like he is the center of attention.

“Why would he do that?” Zoey’s voice is soft and gentle, reaching across Rumi to take my hand. I shrug my shoulders, an awkward near tears smile on my lips.

“I don’t know,” it’s barely a whisper as it leaves my lips. “I guess he just wants to break me down so I don’t tell-” I stop myself from finishing. Missing the look of curiosity mixed with anger from the eight around me.

“And now, with this nomination, it’s like he’s laughing at me in front of everyone,” I swallow hard, the sting of tears threatening. “I should not be nominated-”

A protective urge flares within them. They are not just interested anymore. Now they want to make sure she gets votes. Recognition, the win.

“What are you nominated for?” Jinu cuts in, his voice serious. It confuses me but I answer anyway. Telling them know the category like it made zero sense and the song I was nominated with. Their eyes flicker with a sudden recognition. Without a word, a silent agreement passes between them.

I want to ask ‘Why?’ but before I can, Jinu takes his phone out. One by one, the others do the same. Confused I turn to Rumi, Zoey and Mira. They too have their phones out. Not wanting to be rude I don’t peek but I can’t hold in my curiosity. Tears pretty much drying up instantly with the need for answers.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Getting you more votes,” Abby says like it’s obvious.

“Wh-what?” my eyes widen, completely stunned. “But- why? How?”

“When you said the song,” Romance starts while still typing on his phone. “I realised I do know the song.”

“It is a heartfelt song,” Mira adds which surprises me. They know my song. “And your voice fits it extremely well.”

“Wait, you know my song?”

“Of course,” they all say in unison. But they don’t know me..?

“How?”

“We got it sent as an offer for our album,” Rumi says. “But we declined it because we thought it should belong to the original artist.”

“But it was always my song…,” I trail off, unsure what to believe anymore. “It was never meant for others…? I never-” realization dawns on me as my eyes search for Jaewon. “He stole it. Oh my god, it makes so much sense now.”

Silence falls over the group, heavy. There is a shift in the air that brushes over my skin, but I can’t put my finger on. Zoey’s mouth parts in disbelief. Rumi’s expression darkens, jaw tight, eyes fixed on Jaewon across the room like she could burn a hole through him with her stare alone.

“He submitted it… as his,” Baby says quietly, like he’s piecing it together in real time.

That’s bastard, Romance thinks, clutching his phone tight. Composing himself quickly before his patterns show. His fingers move fast. One post goes out. Then another. Then another. Until every account he has, on every platform has a post, pushing her song. His screen glowing with the need to fix this.

“But how do you guys even know of my song?” I ask Jinu, confused cause the song wouldn’t fit their group. In my opinion.

“We got to listen to it as well because we are signed with the same label,” Jinu replies calmly, exhaling slowly, sharp and controlled, but there is fury in the stillness of his body. He keeps to himself that he still has the demo saved. That when he feels down, he listens to it on repeat.

“You wrote that song?” Mira asks, her voice almost softer now. “Every word?” I nod, taking my own phone out to show them pictures of my physical note book.

“Look, these are the lyrics,” I show them a page with crossed out lyrics, rewritten and changed again until I thought they were perfect. They all lean in. A little too close.

“Then you’re not just meant to be nominated,” Zoey says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument, stunning me. “You’re meant to win.”

“What- no, it’s not that-” I try to protest, stumbling over my own disbelief. I don’t deserve this. Not their support. Not their attention. Not this.

But Abby speaks before I can finish. “We’re going to make damn sure you do,” his voice low and final. The others nod in agreement.

This isn’t about the award anymore. It’s about her. About what was taken from her. About giving back what belonged to her in the first place.

I sit there, stunned and overwhelmed, for the first time that night, I don’t feel so alone.

But she has no idea just how far they’re willing to go, to make sure she never feels this way again. They know not nearly enough about her yet. But they will. The song already tells them more than she realizes. Little glimpses into her heart, her fears, the way she views the world. It’s raw, honest, painful. The can’t unhear it. Can’t unsee her. She thinks they are just being kind. That it ends with some extra votes and sympathy. Doesn’t know it’s something bigger, deeper. Quiet for now, pulsing beneath the surface.

// Part One // Next //

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Rujinu🏹👹

Poly Rujinu: you guys were definitely shipped together as the most famous costume designer and being the one to make both of their bands costumes press saw you guys together often and alot of them saw how they looked at you, first it was just you and Rumi, then you and jinu but as soon as they saw their interactions it had to be all three of you.

Poly Rujinu: even know they both care about each other they definitely try to compete for you love whether it's spoiling you rotten of just to see who can have your attention more they bicker like kids until you invite them into a cuddle pile which they both immediately agree too, they always have you wait behind stage for after their shows so they can just collapse into your and relax as you run your hand through their hair.

Poly Rujinu: the dates would be you guys in full disguises going to all the touristy places because somehow jinu has never seen them, you take them fabric shopping and they love to watch you rant and squeal when you see a fabric you absolutely love and they do try buy you the whole store but you give them a look and they back off the idea (they are definitely afraid of you) they sit around and watch you work giving you input when you ask them for ideas for their next costume your a couple made in heaven (so everyone one says on social media and especially Bobby).

Poly Rujinu: when you guys finally move in together they make sure to get a place with a big room for your sewing room their job is a open space they fly around they world to perform so you deserve only the best place to sew and when they go on tour they know you get lonely sometimes so they took you too a rescue for you to choose one of them you like (jinu definitely is someone who wants to adopt them all which annoys his demon animals and Rumi almost faints at the cuteness of a kitten rolling over) so let's just say you got 4 animals, 2 cats, 1 kitten and 1 dog which you all absolutely adored.

Poly Rujinu: they fake sleepy until you fall asleep and watch how cute you are for a bit before talking about serious things like the demons and Gwi-Ma sometimes they'd sneak off to fight some off and return before you wake up, they hate having to keep this secret from you but it's just to dangerous to put you in a situation that could lead you too harm they'd never forgive themselves if anything happened to you.

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– IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

✦ Requested: No

⟡ Pairing: Rumi x Reader, Mira x Reader, Zoey x Reader, Jinu x Reader, Abby x Reader, Romance x Reader, Mystery x Reader, Baby x Reader

✦ Reader: Gender-neutral, no pronouns specified.

⟡ Genre: Romantic pairing, fluff.

✦ Warnings: Slight Zoestery in Mira's part

✦ Synopsis: You accidentally confess to your crush, believing you're texting your friend...

⟡ Author's Note: First smau...I think making these is fun but are there any free alternatives to MeMi Message that are available for IOS? It kept crashing for me and the images look stretched out. But I'm alright using it for now.

RUMI

MIRA

ZOEY

JINU

ABBY

ROMANCE

MYSTERY

BABY