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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Writing Reference: 5 Symbols

for your next poem/story (pt. 4)

CROW’S FOOT

The crow’s foot is also known as the Witch’s Foot, and was feared as an indicator of death, used in casting spells against enemies.

Crows, like ravens, were associated with the witches and warlocks who were believed to be able to transform themselves into these black birds so that they could travel unnoticed to their sabbats.

The name “crow’s feet” is also given to the lines that radiate around the outer corners of the eyes with the coming of age and the inevitable approach of death.

CRUX DISSIMULATA

In 3rd century Rome, early Christians were persecuted to such a degree that their lives were threatened and the symbols of their faith had to be disguised.

One of the ways they recognized one another was by the sign of the fish or ichthus; another way was to disguise the Cross cleverly as something else.

The meaning of Crux Dissimulata is “disguised” or “dissimilar” cross.

One of the more ingenious forms of this secret symbol, shown here, was the anchor. The top of the anchor is formed like a cross and, in addition, the anchor is plainly a symbol of stability. Because anchors are associated with the sea, too, the fish symbol could easily be incorporated into it.

The Crux Dissimulata was used as a secret symbol and a rallying call for adherents to the new and dangerous faith.

CRYSTAL BALL

Combining the sphere’s perfection and totality with the clarity and brilliance of crystal, the crystal ball is a part of the toolkit of the professional clairvoyant or seer.

The clarity of the crystal matches the “clear sight” of the psychic.

When used for scrying, the crystal ball acts as a focus for meditation, enabling the adept to access a place that is out of time in order to be able to see into the future.

This practice of scrying is carried out in various ways:

Instead of an expensive crystal, cheaper methods are apparently just as effective for the talented psychic.

A bowl of water, a mirror, a drop of blood, or a pool of ink can be used.

However, the glamor of the genuine crystal ball is hard to beat.

DOORWAY

The simple doorway—an everyday object that goes unnoticed most of the time—is symbolic of a transition between one world and the next.

Such a doorway may take different forms, as a dolmen, a torii, a gateway, but the meaning remains the same.

In C. S. Lewis’s Narnia novels, the wardrobe into which the children step to enter the magical world of Narnia is a good example of this symbol.

Both Heaven and Hell lie beyond gates or doorways, and the threshold of such a place is seen as the place where two worlds meet and sometimes collide.

Many rituals involve the initiate stepping through a doorway of some kind.

The vesica piscis represents a doorway where the world of spirit enters the world of matter.

DREAMCATCHER

The forerunner of the Dreamcatcher was a Native American spider’s web of feathers and beads, a simple little charm made from a small hoop of flexible wood, such as willow, with an interlacement of plant fibers designed to look like a cobweb.

Used particularly as a protection for babies and small children.

Hung over their cradles and beds, it was thought to entrap any negative spirits that came in the form of nightmares.

These malevolent entities, entangled in the web, were sizzled in the heat from the rising Sun.

The spider’s-web shape gave homage to Asibikaasi, the mythical Spider Woman, whose magical webs could catch anything.

The elaborate Dreamcatchers of today, an essential part of the kit for any self-respecting New Ager, were invented in the 1960s and ’70s as part of the resurgence in Native American culture and belief.

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shykpop · 2 years ago

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fetchen · 9 months ago

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Do you have any Janis headcanons?

yasssss :3 janis so silly :3

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~ janis has multiple stick and poke tattoos in various places, most of which she did herself.

~ she has a lot more piercings than just a septum but doesn’t wear jewelry in them as often (right eyebrow, various ear piercings)

~ she has synesthesia!!! the way she connects her art to her worldview is supa cool

~ most people call her she but she wouldn’t be upset if someone used they or he either

~ she bruises very easily . many bruises on her arms and legs literally all the time

~ she’s the biggest couple hater of all time. she will hate on every happy couple she sees . fetchen are her biggest victims unfortunately

~ she gets a buzzcut the summer before senior year and dyes it with fun patterns . she’s done melting smiley faces, cheetah spots, and purple flowers.

~ she and damian are absolutely goated at fortnite. they match skins and everything

~ her favourite tattoo she has is of a crow . it was very tedious do to herself and she’s really proud of it

~ she is irritatingly good at chemistry. it’s like second nature to her

~ she sketches her friends so often. damian is her top model of course but she likes drawing gretchen and cady too

~ karen put her on to kpop and she will never ever admit that she listens to it. she listens to a lot of dreamcatcher

~ she picks up drumming after junior spring fling and she gretchen and damian entertain the thought of starting a band together

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kekaki-cupcakes · 1 year ago

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hello, are you still doing requests?

if so, could i have some sibling headcanons of nico with a hades kiddo that's really peppy and into colorful things and people find it hard to believe they're siblings at first because their personalities are polar opposites of each other?

thankyou!

Heya, I'm still doing requests but I have so many so it might take a while to get an answer, feel free to request something else though! This kind of went off track but oh well <3

Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader

»»————-　★　————-««

-The minute you skipped up to the porch of the Hades Cabin with your stripey rainbow leg warmers and a tote bag with a stupid pun about a show with something called ‘carebears’, Nico winced.

-He’d need sunglasses if he had to keep looking at you, but he didn’t really want to borrow the big yellow star ones on the end of your nose, so maybe that was a bad idea. Your first interaction went a bit like this:

You: “Heya, you're the emo kid, right? I’m new! So, where’s our cabin?”

Nico: “Uh… you're supposed to go that way.”

You: “No, that’s the Iris cabin, at least that’s what Chiron said. I’m your new sibling, by the way. Chiron said we have one in Rome too!

Nico: I- well, yes, I- we do.

You: Are they as grumpy looking as you?

-Needless to say you got off to a great start. Nico proceeded to dump your bags on one of the beds, which has a zebra print doona matching one of your headbands, and then left immediately. You shrugged it off, obviously, and started stacking your things on the coffin shaped bookshelves. You ignored the candle that was supposed to smell like ‘the souls of the damned’, and put your own flowery one next to it.

-You found out you loved arts and crafts, where you made friendship bracelets with Lacy, as well as pegasi riding. You saw Nico once, and he waved awkwardly, but went back to the small child he was glaring at quickly. You quickly became attached to a creamy coloured mare called macaroni as well, but Butch wouldn’t let her sleep in your cabin. He did take a friendship bracelet, though. And he let you weave daisy chains into macaroni’s mane and tail, so you liked him.

-You had brought a musty old record player with you after finding out that there was no wifi, but you had to pause ‘Washing Machine Heart’ [by Mitski, of course] when Nico came trudging into the now bright cabin. You’d opened all the curtains and taken the spiders that fell from them outside, dumping them in the bushes behind the Athena cabin.

-Nico stared at the squishmellows on your bed and then the dreamcatcher by one of the windows, and the row of brightly coloured converse with striped laces lined up by his three different pairs of black Doc Martens.

-He shrugged his jacket off and went straight into the bathroom, leaving a little trail of muddy footsteps along the heart shaped rug you’d put down.

-He was just adjusting to a roommate, you told yourself. It wasn’t anything to do with you personally. You hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe you should just give him a bit of space. That was a good idea. Leave him alone for a bit until he was used to you, and don’t take it to heart.

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-You took it to heart.

»»————-　★　————-««

-Months had passed, and you were thankful for the Ipad Piper [she was so nice, and she let you borrow her Olivia Rodrigo records] lent you so you could facetime the family and friends you had left behind occasionally. They had seemed to adjust to you not being there anymore, now that you knew you were a child of Hades, the outside world was too dangerous to risk. You tried not to take that to heart either.

-Macaroni was getting used to the beaded bridle you’d made her, but you were still training her to get used to flying around while you used your new weapons.

-Nyssa had helped you make them, able to actually craft a design after glancing at you scribbled drawing with glitter gel pens that you really had worked hard on. Now you had a sparkly belt with three attachments, that you could click in your spray cans too. The cans were filled with different coloured paint, only the base liquid was melted down celestial bronze flakes, so when you fought a monster, which you were still learning to do, it would seep into their eyes and turn them blind, or crack through their skin and dissolve them. You loved the spray cans.

-Drew had warmed up to you as well, and you were even invited to Barbie premier night in Cabin ten. You got to wear your sparkly leg warmers and the cropped leather jacket in a light shade of pink.

-You were making your way to the arts and crafts center with a box of clay and little paint brushes in your arms to run the pottery class [you’d been elected as head of arts and crafts pretty quickly, shared with Elsa, one of the Athena kids who specialize in weaving and sewed the cutest pajama pants] when you bumped into Nico.

-Literally.

-The box may have been a few heads taller than you, so it wasn’t really your fault, but Nico still snapped at you.

-You gathered up the little tubs of paint from the grass and apologized quickly, your chest tight with anxiety. You hurried away after that, ignoring your brother as he tried to explain he hadn’t realized it was you when he hissed curse words Drew had started teaching Harley and Lacy.

-The class went well, the scrunchies Elsa was making her girlfriend for her birthday went along well, and a few more kids than usual showed up, taking lumps of clay from the tray and working it into figures on their tables. You were making beads that you’d string onto a bracelet for Nyssa, because she always broke the plastic ones with hammers and drills accidentally.

-You thought back to your interaction with Nico and regretted it dearly. Maybe if you’d just heard him out or even apologized and blamed yourself, he might’ve come to your class to see your works, or sat with you at dinner, or even just waved from across the infirmary when you went to get panadol for your headaches.

-You knew you got them from straining your eyes to read and draw in the dim cabin, but whenever you opened the curtains or switched on your blue lamp with a cloudy pattern that you hadn’t got to use yet, Nico cleared out completely.

-It wasn’t your fault, you reminded yourself, you were just… too different.

-People started filing out after putting their creations to the side, you complimented each of their idea’s even though you felt like getting some Ben and Jerry’s from the camp shop and curling up in bed to watch ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ again.

-The beads for Nyssa were nearly done, so you went to find a container to pop them in.

-When you got back, they had been ground into the bench until the delicate tracing of different things Nyssa likes were just shapeless brown blobs. An Ares kid, Grey, was standing with their arms crossed and a smirk on their face, which was mostly obscured by a nose that had been broken too many times.

-You stared down at the squashed clay and felt your eyes prickle with tears.

-Grey jeered at you, calling you things you’d rather not hear again, because they only made the tears fall. You rubbed your nose and smoothed the front of your tye-dyed camp shirt flat. Grey called after you, something about being a ‘rainbow prissy’. You stumbled out of the center.

-Nico wasn’t in your cabin when you slammed the door behind you, thankfully, and you hopped into bed, kicking your yellow converse off and pulling the doona over your head so you didn’t have to look at the skull filled walls around you.

-It was so dark, it was so dark and shadowy and there were bones you were too scared to ask about their origins lining the mirror in the bathroom you kept seeing things behind you in. Your crocheted blanket that used to sit across the black doona cover had been folded up a while ago and placed back in your suitcase, along with a few of the more multicolored posters and the fruity scented candles that seemed to annoy your half brother.

-You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves and held your hand over your mouth so Nico wouldn’t hear crying when he would eventually come back a few hours later, late enough that you could pretend to be asleep.

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-The infirmary was busy with bleeding and laughing demigods when you wandered in looking for some panadol. Your headache was making it hard to think straight, but whenever you cried too much you got one, so you knew what to do by now.

-Will waved from over from where he was pulling a ruler, a stapler, and a glue stick out of the stomach of an Iris kid who was giggling the entire time, coughing up glitter. He grimaced when a chunk of glue hit his face. You waved back and turned the corner, heading to the rooms at the back where Austin would be. He usually had the panadol.

-Someone groaned in the corner, and you spotted Grey.

-They looked like a soggy bag of a human, their mauled nose the only definable shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grotesque demigod blob.

-Austin shuffled up behind you with a grimace, passing over a few pills and a glass of water without looking away. You gulped them down quickly as Grey let out another moan and rolled a bit on their hospital bed. Austin told you that he’d been spotted on the floor of the Arts and crafts center.

-Apparently, every few minutes one of his bones would disappear.

-It was only a few fingers at the start, then most of his ribs couldn’t be found and there was something wrong with his mouth, which Austin found out meant his jaw had decided to not be there.

-A screechy sound came from the front of the infirmary, and you both looked to the door, which Clarrise was dragging Nico through, holding him up by the back of his jacket. He pummeled at the chunky daughter of Ares, but couldn’t get out of her grip. Clarrise glared around at the staring demigods and snarled, “why is this little shit de-boning Grey?”

-You didn’t know who yelled ‘that’s what she said’ from across the room.

-”Because they deserve it.” Nico hissed a bit like a cat, glaring up at Clarisse with narrowed brown eyes underneath his floppy hair.

-Will ran up to the pair, brushing glitter off his gloved hands onto his scrubs instead. He folded his arms and stared Clarrise down until she finally let go of Nico, who dropped to the ground and then sprung back up, wrinkling his nose at the daughter of Ares, who just stuck her tongue back out at him.

-Will pinched his nose, “Clarisse, more people come in here because of you then Nico, so you don’t get to talk. Nico, just fix them, they’re too annoying to be kept in here.”

-”But people deserved to be punched by me,” Clarrise argued with a scoff.

-”And Grey deserves to lose their bones!” Nico shot back, glaring up at Clarisse and balling his fists, “they stepped on my siblings clay stuff!”

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-You yawned and stretched your arms out above your head, then blinked up at the roof with bleary eyes. The skulls were gone, now it was just black concrete. You rolled over a moment later and stuffed your head back into your pillow, pulling your crocheted blanket back over your head.

-There was a ‘shing’ sound as curtains were yanked open, and you just sunk further into your comfy bed, ignoring the bright beams of early morning sunshine that streamed in and lit up the dark cabin. It made the rainbow rug in the center of the cabin even brighter, and you groaned loudly in protest. “Whaddaya even doing up so early? Go back to bed you vampire!”

-”It’s only six am?”

-”You’re more of a psychopath then I thought before,” you muttered, but made sure you were loud enough that your brother could hear you as he padded round the cabin getting changed and ready for his much too early start to the day.

-Nico huffed and the bathroom door shut as he completely ignored the hairbrush you’d given him to passive aggressively deal with his scruffy black hair. “Leo forgot the code to the safe in the big house that he changed when he was hiding those icey poles from Piper.”

-”And how are you supposed to help him remember?”

-Nico’s boots were loud on the floorboards as he trotted over. He kissed you on the forehead gently, “oh I’m not, I’m gonna go watch him suffer the consequences with Jason.”

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chibiloona · 2 years ago

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✰ dreamcatcher bonvoyage matching icons !! ◞

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todemian · 1 year ago

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#icons #matching icons #dreamcatcher #siyeon #yoohyeon #siyoo #Spotify

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51faces · 4 months ago

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Level Up in Friendship

Dreamcatcher's Yoohyeon x Female Reader

Yoohyeon, the talented vocalist of Dreamcatcher, had always enjoyed gaming, but she'd only slightly ventured into the world of League of Legends—until now. It was practically a rite of passage in Korea, where the game was a cultural phenomenon. Feeling a little adventurous, she decided to give it a go again.

Her first few games after a long time were a disaster. Losses piled up, and her teammates were quick to hurl toxic insults her way. The frustration bubbled beneath her calm demeanor, but Yoohyeon remained composed, deciding to give it one last try before calling it a day.

She queued up, this time paired with a stranger named Y/N, who was assigned to support her as she played ADC. Despite their best efforts, they still lost the game. Yet, in stark contrast to her previous experiences, Y/N was different. As the other players in the chat began blaming Yoohyeon, Y/N defended her, calmly reminding everyone that it was an unranked match and the score didn’t matter.

Yoohyeon felt a wave of relief. Someone was on her side. She appreciated the kind gesture and, on impulse, sent a friend request to Y/N. To her delight, Y/N accepted, and from that moment on, they started playing together almost every day. It became a routine—a comforting part of Yoohyeon’s otherwise busy schedule. Slowly but surely, they began to open up to each other. They shared little details about their lives, like their names, the cities they lived in, and favorite foods.

One evening, as usual, Y/N headed to the local PC bang with a grin on her face, anticipating her nightly gaming session with Yoohyeon. But just as she was settling in, a message popped up on her screen. It was from Yoohyeon: Sorry, I have a fan meeting tonight. I won’t be able to play.” Y/N’s heart sank, but she smiled to herself and shrugged. She decided to solo queue instead.

Meanwhile, Yoohyeon was at her fan meeting, greeting fans and signing autographs. But her mind kept wandering back to her regular gaming time with Y/N. Once the event ended, she glanced at the clock—only an hour and a half had passed since their usual playtime. Feeling restless, she headed to the nearest PC bang, hoping to squeeze in a quick game before the night was over.

By sheer coincidence, Yoohyeon sat down next to Y/N, though neither recognized the other. They had never seen each other’s faces, only knowing each other as voices in the game. Y/N felt the presence of someone beside her and turned her head slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. The woman sitting next to her was stunning, causing Y/N to fumble her game and unintentionally lose it for her team. Her mood sank briefly, but it instantly lifted when a message from her gaming friend—Yoohyeon—pinged on the screen.

Feeling bold, Y/N typed back, asking if Yoohyeon wanted to transition to a voice call. They had never used voice chat before, so it was a big step. To her relief, Yoohyeon agreed. At first, it was awkward, but soon, the conversation flowed naturally, and they chatted easily about everything from game strategy to life. Y/N casually mentioned how she loved grabbing fried chicken, takoyaki, and jjajangmyeon with cheese on top, when she came to the PC bang, and Yoohyeon laughed, teasing her about the amount of food. Y/N proudly declared she could finish it all.

As they continued to play, Yoohyeon began to notice something strange. Whenever she died in the game, the girl sitting next to her reacted at the same time, as if they were playing together. Her suspicions grew when she saw the same dishes Y/N had mentioned being delivered to the girl beside her. Then, to confirm her hunch, Yoohyeon casually suggested over voice chat that they take a stretch break after playing for a while. The moment she said it, the girl beside her stretched too.

Yoohyeon’s heart raced. She leaned toward the girl and tapped the girl's shoulder, "Are you playing League of Legends?" Y/N, caught off guard, nodded without thinking, her headset still on. In the next second, she heard Yoohyeon’s voice through the headset and in real life at the same time.

The realization unfolded slowly, each moment deepening their astonishment. They locked eyes, the initial shock gradually transforming into shared laughter. The weight of the coincidence settled over them, making the night feel even more special. Setting their game aside, they moved their chairs closer, immersing themselves in conversation. They talked and laughed late into the night, reveling in the remarkable twist of fate that had led them to sit side by side in that PC Bang.

When they eventually left the PC bang, they stood outside awkwardly, neither wanting to say goodbye. After a brief pause, Yoohyeon broke the silence. "Here, take my number," she said, handing her phone to Y/N. The gesture left Y/N in stunned silence. "If I’m ever around again, I’d love to meet up. Oh, and by the way…" Yoohyeon hesitated before continuing, "I realized you never recognized me. When you get home, search up what I’m about to text you."

With that, Yoohyeon hurried off, leaving Y/N standing there, baffled. The curiosity was too much to bear, so Y/N immediately checked her phone. The message read, Yoohyeon of Dreamcatcher.

Y/N stood there on the sidewalk, staring at her phone in disbelief. She had looked up Yoohyeon of Dreamcatcher just like her friend had suggested, but none of it made sense. She’d never heard of Dreamcatcher before. The images that popped up showed Yoohyeon on stage, dazzling in elaborate outfits and surrounded by screaming fans. It was hard to reconcile this with the down-to-earth gamer she’d spent so many late nights with. Still, famous or not, Yoohyeon was just… Yoohyeon.

As she made her way home, a soft smile spread across Y/N’s face. It didn’t really matter if Yoohyeon was part of some famous group; to her, she was just her gaming friend—the person who laughed at their losses and shared funny stories in between matches. That was all that mattered.

Later that evening, as Y/N sat in her room, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Yoohyeon.

Yoohyeon: “So, did you look me up? 😆”

Y/N laughed to herself, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Y/N: “I did… but I gotta admit, I have no idea what Dreamcatcher is. I feel like I’m missing something big?”

The reply came quickly, and she could almost hear Yoohyeon’s amused chuckle.

Yoohyeon: “Haha, that’s okay! Honestly, it’s kinda refreshing that you didn’t know. It makes it easier to just be me when we hang out.”

Y/N smiled, a warmth spreading through her chest.

Y/N: “Well, whoever you are on stage, you’re still the same person I carried through all those League games. That’s all I care about.”

A moment passed before her phone buzzed again.

Yoohyeon: “And that’s exactly why I’m so glad we met. Next time, let’s hang out in person. No screens, no games. Just us.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought.

Y/N: “I’d love that.”

From that night on, their bond deepened. They still played League of Legends regularly, but now they also video called after their games, chatting late into the night. Yoohyeon often called from her dorm or hotel rooms while traveling for work, and Y/N from the comfort of her home. Though they lived in different cities, these virtual hangouts felt like their way of closing the distance.

On those calls, they’d talk about everything—from small moments in their day to their dreams for the future. Sometimes they ate together too, sharing their meals over video as if they were sitting across from each other, while Yoohyeon playfully teased Y/N about her massive portions, usually with her own simpler snack in hand.

For Y/N, Yoohyeon wasn’t an idol; she was just her friend, her partner in the game, and someone she could trust. It didn’t matter that they didn’t live in the same city or that Yoohyeon was constantly busy with her Dreamcatcher schedule—what mattered was that their connection was real. Even across the miles, they had found a way to be part of each other’s everyday lives.

Months after months have passed since that fateful night at the PC bang, and Y/N and Yoohyeon continued their gaming sessions, effortlessly strengthening their bond. They became inseparable online, chatting about life, sharing laughs, and enjoying each other’s company without the pressure of Yoohyeon’s idol life looming over them. Y/N still didn’t fully grasp Yoohyeon’s fame as part of Dreamcatcher, but it never really mattered. Yoohyeon was just her friend—fun, kind, and easy to talk to.

One day, Y/N received a message that caught her off guard.

Yoohyeon: "Hey, guess what?"

Y/N:"What’s up?"

Yoohyeon: "I’m coming to your city again soon! We have a fan meeting there in a couple of weeks."

Y/N: "Oh, really? That’s awesome! Wait, is that what you meant by ‘work stuff’? 😆"

Yoohyeon: "Yep! And I have a surprise for you… I saved some tickets for the event. You should come!"

Y/N: "Me? At a fan meeting? I wouldn’t even know what to do! 😅"

Yoohyeon: "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel right at home. I promise it’ll be fun."

Curiosity tugged at Y/N, so she agreed. A couple of weeks later, she found herself standing in line at a Dreamcatcher fan meeting in her city. She felt out of place among the die-hard fans, who excitedly chatted about their favorite members and shared stories of attending concerts. Y/N, still unfamiliar with the world of K-pop, smiled nervously as she moved closer to the front.

Finally, it was her turn. When Y/N stepped up to Yoohyeon’s table, the moment felt surreal. Yoohyeon, sitting there in full idol mode, saw her and her face lit up instantly with a warm smile.

“You made it!” Yoohyeon said, her voice soft but full of excitement. Y/N couldn’t help but grin back.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to miss this,” Y/N replied, still in awe of the setup—the stage, the flashing lights, the adoring fans waiting to meet Yoohyeon. It was a world Y/N hadn’t fully understood until now.

As Yoohyeon greeted Y/N, a few of the other Dreamcatcher members, who were observing from a nearby table, couldn’t resist teasing her. Jiu, with a sly smile, remarked, “Yoohyeon, I see you’ve got a special guest today. Did you make sure to save her a front-row spot?”

Sua added, with a hint of mischief, “You’ve been talking about this one quite a bit. Is she your new favorite?”

Yoohyeon’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she laughed nervously. “Oh, stop it! She’s just a friend who’s been really supportive.”

Siyeon chimed in playfully, “Just a friend who seems to get all the insider info. I’m sure you’re not giving her special treatment or anything.”

Yoohyeon tried to laugh it off, though her smile lingered longer than usual. “I just wanted her to see what I do when I’m not gaming.”

Y/N, oblivious to the underlying teasing, felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement, her nerves easing as she saw the playful interaction between Yoohyeon and her bandmates. It added a layer of warmth to the experience, making her feel more at ease.

“I know this is probably all really weird for you,” Yoohyeon whispered, leaning in slightly. “But I’m glad you came. I wanted you to see this part of my life.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “It’s definitely different from the PC bang.”

Yoohyeon giggled. “A little, yeah. But no matter where we are, I’m still me.”

The brief interaction ended, and Y/N moved aside, watching Yoohyeon continue to greet her fans with the same warmth and energy she always brought to their gaming sessions. It was a strange feeling, seeing Yoohyeon in this setting—a world where she was a star to so many people—but Y/N still saw her as the same person she had laughed with during late-night games.

After the fan meeting wrapped up, Yoohyeon spotted Y/N waiting near the exit. With a grin, she made her way over, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“I told you it would be fun,” Yoohyeon teased.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “It was definitely an experience! I had no idea so many people loved you.”

Yoohyeon smiled, her expression softening. “It’s a little overwhelming sometimes, but it’s nice. They support me, and it means a lot.” She paused for a moment before adding, “But you… you make things feel normal, and I really appreciate that.”

Y/N’s heart warmed at her words. Even in the midst of all the fame, Yoohyeon was still just her friend.

“So, now that you’ve seen me in action,” Yoohyeon began, nudging Y/N playfully, “how about we celebrate? Fried chicken, takoyaki, and jjajangmyeon with cheese, just like when we first met.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “You remembered my order?”

“Of course!” Yoohyeon said with a grin. “Best duo, remember?”

“Best duo,” Y/N agreed, laughing. “And next time I’m in town, the food’s on me.”

As they walked out of the venue together, Y/N realized that despite the spotlight surrounding Yoohyeon, their friendship remained unchanged. It didn’t matter that Yoohyeon was a star on stage—she would always just be the friend who shared late-night games, funny banter, and their favorite meal combo.

And as they left, arm in arm, Y/N knew that no matter how many miles separated them or how busy their lives became, there would always be time for their little traditions—gaming together, laughing over their inside jokes, and deepening the bond they had built from that first match

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