#melodie is a saw fan real

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meme dump 😿

i personally think melodie would be a jigsaw apprentice if she was given the chance

[seraphdreams]

DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he’s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6’0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

tags - @meena-in-a-nutshell @imkumichan @messofavs @aotdump @saaraunicorn @cloudnitee @saffronity @aasouthteranoswife @kageyama-i-want-tobiors @anahryal @withlovetengen @zuuki @keooooothings @bunnyyamor @koucaine @bluerskiees @ready2readagain @sarnghoe

+ a great big thanks to my moot ! @lovelysho thank you so much for beta reading my love !

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[peanutpinet]

BABE!!!! We absolutely need a second part to Little Things, we need to know how their relationship develops and see Sylus fall in lover with reader's soul. PLEASE BABE PLEASE!!!

Welcome to My World - Sylus x Fem Reader (Sequel to Little Things)

Request: Craving for a sequel to this w/ reader actually going back to her world and sylus just defying all odds shshshshs these kinds of fics are so interesting love em <3

A/N: Just a lil something for those who wanted to see what would Sylus be like if he were to actually come out of the screen and into our world (still having his evol but is not addressed). Also if anyone is a Kpop fan, I just want to say, do have a listen to Aespa’s Welcome to My World. It embodies this fic so much and am putting some of the lyrics into the story! I hope you guys enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

Also, if you haven't read Little Things, the "first part" of the story, do have a read. Will be link here. But you don't have to read it and can just read each of these fics seperately

Warnings: Fluff but mainly ANGST, Isekai Theme, Will be Going back and Forth between LADS universe and our universe, slow burn because Sylus is tryna find you :))

Funfact: I remembered the TV Show: Westworld and how the characters of the game gain conciousness when writing this fic

Songs to listen to: NCT Dream - Broken Melodies, Aespa - Welcome to My World, NCT Dream - Like We Just Met

N109 Zone - 01:48 AM

It was in the middle of the night. When all are asleep, people in the N109 zone, those in the shadows have only started to wake up and get on about their day, including Sylus. Slowly awakening from his slumber, Sylus saw the girl that was beside him, fast asleep. Her chest was rising and falling in a steady motion; indicating that she was in a deep sleep.

Smiling to himself, Sylus decided to scootch a bit closer and caressed the girl’s cheek. But as he did, the girl immediately grabbed his wrist tightly and jerked awake. “Who the fuck…w-where am I?!”

Hearing the girl’s words, Sylus knew. “You’re not her…”

Real World - 09:28 AM

You woke up with a pounding headache but slowly regained your consciousness, you noticed how the bed wasn’t as big nor was it as warm as when you were used to. Jerking up, you took in the room you were in. The bright white ceiling was the first thing you see, the smell of alcohol and blood was faint but you could smell it, and then you heard a beeping noise which made you turn and saw that your hand was hooked onto a monitor and an IV drip.

Whipping your head around, you search for your phone until you find it and immediately look at the date when you suddenly get a notification from both Instagram and Twitter mentioning the new update for Love and Deepspace.

“I’m back…” you sobbed yet your fingers glided across the screen of your phone, pressing the game that you swore you were in

As the game loads, you see the cutscenes of all of the characters and can’t help but feel emotionally overwhelmed whenever you see Sylus’ cutscenes.

Once the game loaded and you could hear that cafe jingle along with those familiar red eyes, you tried to see whether or not anything had changed in the game other than the new updates but when you clicked on his tall figure, the lines he said were nothing out of the ordinary. Even in the text message icon, you couldn’t text him like you did when you were in the game.

“Was it all just a dream?”

“Y-you’re awake!!” you heard someone talk and as your eyes looked at the doorframe, it was the nurse

You soon found out that you had been in a coma for a little over 2 weeks yet it felt like you were in the game for 2 months, maybe even more. Your best friends came to visit you every day and now that you’re awake, they were bombarding you with food, life updates, and all.

For once, you actually didn’t feel as lonely as you were when you appeared in the game.

Maybe it truly was all just a dream…

From a distance, a black crow was watching your interaction with your friends from a tree that was just outside of your window. After some time, the crow eventually fled and flew away from the tree.

N109 Zone - 04:18 AM

Sylus was beyond pissed. He took MC to where he took you in the beginning to get your evol and aether core checked but additionally, he wanted to know if you were truly not in the MC’s body. Sylus’ worker questioned as to why he brought MC again to check her evol and aether core, confusing the Onychinus’ leader.

Even when the two came home, the twins didn’t notice any difference from MC. What’s wrong with everyone? You’re not MC and it goes the other way as well. Why were the twins pestering MC who to Sylus, was not you.

“But boss, Miss Hunter and you have known each other for over 2 months now. What do you mean she’s not her?” Luke questioned, genuinely confused at his boss’ attitude

“She’s not. Have you forgotten who taught you both how to cook the simplest meal? The one that bought you those bulletproof vests?” Sylus demanded, something, anything about your sudden disappearance or at the very least, anyone other than him remembering your existence

“It’s Miss Hunter, though?” Kieran replied, making Sylus groan. “Just, leave me alone for the next few days” Sylus left the room and walked past MC who grabbed his wrist, making his brow arch in confusion.

Sighing, Sylus turned to see MC. “What is it that you want?”

“Where are you going? I went through all the trouble to get the N109 zone and I want answers regarding the aether core” MC demanded but Sylus just chuckled and used his evol to remove MC’s hand from his wrist

“You already have the aether core you’re looking for. Why don’t you go back and ask your doctor about that? I have other matters to attend to. Like why are you here instead of her” Sylus mentioned, walking away until MC talked to him

“You’re always mentioning her but you never mentioned her name. Who are you exactly talking about and what does it have to do with me?” MC questioned and this time, Sylus grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the nearest wall

“Don’t tempt my patience. I only have so much left ever since your attitude shows up instead of something else I want. From here on out, I could care less about your little quest. You can even have that brooch you’re wearing to get in and out of the N109 zone without getting harmed. But I want you to leave. Go back to your doctor, that fish man of an artist, or fake hunter for all I care. When I come back to this place, I hope that you’re not here anymore. Or you’ll hurt even more” Sylus warned, releasing MC as he went who knows where.

Sylus went into his car, the car that you love to drive in. Though you were just a soul in MC’s body, he could immediately tell the two of you apart. What scent do you like, the small trinkets that you would buy to keep his things more organized, some small keychain plushies that he would put on his keys which is in contrast to his scary look.

You might just be a soul that just so happens to be in MC’s body, the body of a person he should’ve been interacting with, the one he should’ve been bound to. But why does his heart feel incomplete? Why does his soul long for your own.

Gripping onto the steering wheel, Sylus looked at the plushie you put in this car. It was a koala, one of your favourite plushies, because you told him that you looked like a koala when Sylus carried you around. “I swore to you that if this were to happen, I would find you. Regardless what happens, I will find a way to get back to you. Our stories’ unfinished, sweetie. Wait for me. I’ll do anything to get back to you”

Real World

It’s been several months since you woke up. You still played the game but not as often anymore. You got a job at your friend’s office as a secretary. It pays well, you and your friend are roommates, life has been going fairly well that you barely played the game that provided you comfort.

One day, however, there was a bouquet of red Carnations mixed with pink Camillas on your desk with a note attached to it. “I hope this gets to you. If this ever reaches you, it means that I’m another step closer to seeing you again. There’s this uneasy feeling I’ve been feeling since you were gone. I promise I won’t stop finding you”

Confused, you asked everyone, including the delivery man who delivered the flowers to you but no one knew where it came from. It didn’t even mention your name and only a description of you.

Brushing it off, you thought it must’ve been some kind of prank until several more flowers reached you. One after another, there were notes along with the flowers which all made your heart clench because whoever this person was, it seemed that either you left a very deep impression on them or this was some sort of stalker.

“Did the first one reach you? I’m getting closer”

“I hope that you’re eating well. Wait for me”

“It seems that you’ve forgotten about me once more. No matter, I’ll be sure to jog your memory once we meet again”

Another year has finally passed and the bouquet and notes kept on coming until you saw the flowers and notes that came in. Instead of the usual red Carnation or pink Camillas or even sometimes Forget me nots, this time it was a bouquet of black and red roses with a note of a familiar handwriting and scent.

“I’ve finally found you. You said that you were worried about me finding the real you but to me, you’re just as perfect as your soul. Your face, your body, it matches your soul perfectly. And even though you might’ve forgotten about me, I assure you that my love for you is still the same like we just met. Perhaps in the game, I would allow you to go live your life without me because it’s safer for you. But here, looking at you, I can feel myself coming alive once more. Whether you try to move on, I know that there’s a lingering feeling behind your pretty head thinking of the possibility. And you would be correct, sweetie. I’m fulfilling my promise to you. For there is no love greater than mine.

P.S: we should thank Mephisto for always managing to find you when I couldn’t

-Sylus”

You were in shock. Sure, there was a small voice, hidden behind all your to-dos, your schedules, your wants, likes, needs. A faint voice telling you of the possibility that perhaps Sylus was the one to send you all those flowers and notes but you were in your world, the real world. You would lock that faint voice and never think about it again. You were realistic. There was no way that a fictional 3D man would send you all of that.

And Mephisto? He’s a bird. A mechanical bird that is tied with Sylus. Everything seemed ridiculous. You couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day until your boss called you for a sudden meeting outside of the office and at a restaurant.

The restaurant was filled with high-class people, some were doing business with another while others were simply finding ways to spend their money. Suddenly, it reminded you of the time when you were in MC’s body and Sylus would take the two of you out to dinner.

Remembering Sylus, the flowers, and the note, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom but in reality, you decided to log into the very game you downloaded to seek comfort. The nostalgia was coming back. They made a new update and introduced a new male character. Once your game loads, Sylus is still in the game and when you poke him, thinking that he’ll respond like how he would when a player hasn’t logged in for so long, he surprises you.

“You’re probably wondering why am I not responding to you in a way that you expect. Well, why don’t you check my messages on the message feature, sweetie?” Sylus mentioned and immediately, you went to open the message feature in the game and once again, you were shocked with what you read on the screen that you had to cover your mouth.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, kitten? I’m sad that you’ve forgotten about me but I’m genuinely happy with how you’re living your life so far”

“But if I were to tell you that I want to be apart of your life here, would you accept me?”

You were given the chance to answer him, to reply to this sudden message but your boss had already called you back and unfortunately, you had to go back to the table and sit beside your boss.

As you were about to sit down, you heard that familiar soothing voice that always calms your nerves; especially when you’re in the N109 zone. “Is this your secretary that we’ve been waiting for?”

Immediately, you looked up and met with those soft bright red eyes behind small glasses. The white hair you’ve gone through with your fingers was styled like how you first met him. The figure sitting in front of you was wearing a soft grey sweater and black jeans.

And that smile, that smile that you’re so used to seeing everyday is now showing in front of you again. “Pleased to meet you, sweetheart. Shall we begin the meeting?”

Throughout the meeting, you tried your best to pay attention and jot down all the notes you needed. You struggled for a moment and even towards the end, you stutter your thank you and goodbyes until the white-hair man called you.

“Waiting for someone, sweetie?” you heard that damn voice as you could feel all hairs on your skin stand up

Turning around, you finally got a good look at him. All of his 190cm height was towering over your figure. Your actual real-life self and not the MC you created in the game.

On one side, you wanted to talk, to question him if all of this was just another one of those visions you used to have. On the other, you wanted to jump at the man in front of you. To cry in his arms as he holds you close. But nothing. You were frozen in your spot as this Sylus look-alike smirked at you and held his index out which suddenly a black crow rest on.

“Is, is that…” you managed to utter, making the man in front of you chuckle

“Mephisto. An actual crow this time” he said, extending his hand out so the black crow was within your reach

Extending your own index out, the black crow, Mephisto went onto your index and you instinctively stroke its head. “We never stop looking for you, you know”

You look up to see those eyes that once were filled with rage now filled with sadness. Sighing, you tried to remind yourself that this is the real world, not your game.

“I'm sorry, sir. You must've gotten the wrong person. I don't think we’ve met before this meeting today. Your bird must be very friendly to have gone on another person’s hand” you mentioned, intending to return the black crow, still not believing that the man and bird in front of you are who you think they are

But instead, the man in front of you turned and took something from his pocket. “Is that so? Well then either you don’t want to remember what we’ve been through or Mephisto might’ve gotten the wrong person. Then how about we reintroduce ourselves to one another?”

“I’m Sylus, this is Mephisto. We were from a faraway land called the N109 zone. For the past year, I've been building my multimillion security tech company” Sylus mentioned, extending his hand out, revealing the brooch that you once wore as a promise to Sylus to stay by him

Shocked to see the brooch, you stutter at your words but Sylus noticed this and gently took one of your hands which you didn’t deny. “I meant what I said and I’m keeping my promise. My only regret is I couldn’t come find you sooner”

“H-how? This has got to be a joke. You’re not real. You’re not actually here. I must be dreaming again. I’m going mad” you started to lose your mind but Sylus pulled you into a hug

“Tell me this isn’t real then. Tell me that you don’t see me. Tell me that you don’t feel this warmth we both have wanted for a long time. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll gladly walk away from you so that you can continue to live your life as is but don’t expect me not to want to be a part of your life. Don’t think that even if I walk away today, I won’t try my best to still keep an eye on you” Sylus stated, whispering into your ear, kissing right below your ear

Taking in his calming leather scent, you slowly sob in Sylus’ chest as he strokes your head, calming you. “You’re such a stubborn crow” you finally hug Sylus, indirectly accepting him back into your life

“I know. But it’s worth it. I finally get back to you. Though I can’t offer you as much as I would when we were in the N109 zone, I do promise you that I will be here this time. I’m not letting you go that easily. So, you’re willing to let me back?” Sylus asked, making you chuckle

“Welcome to the real world, my world, Sylus” you said, getting on your tiptoe to give his cheek a kiss but instead, Sylus turned his head, held your neck and leaned for an actual kiss

A/N: Ngl, I was simping over my own writing of this. Where can we find an irl Sylus T^T

[bigglywiggly]

The day had finally come, you were finally going to meet the girl of your dreams, in person! Her name was Honey, she was a beauty streamer you had been watching for ages. Try-on hauls, pool streams, workout videos, all of it, you'd been here number 1 fan since day 1, donating thousands of dollars over the years to fund her lavish lifestyle, sending skimpy clothes and outfits for her to try on during her streams. To say you were smitten was an understatement. You would've done anything for even a minute with her, and luckily, that day had finally come.

One day, as you're tuning in to her stream, she posts a link on her page for "boyfriend applications." She wants to let her fans submit credentials and headshots for a chance to get more intimate with her, in a more personal way. You were astounded by this and instantly clicked the link and submitted an application. Seemed like pretty basic questions: height, weight, income, a headshot, basic things to understand the attractiveness and practicality of a person she deemed dateable. After filling it out to the best of your ability, you sent it in, a flutter and a hope in your chest. After, you tuned into the rest of the stream for the night.

The next week didn't go by quickly. Every day, you would sign in, check your inbox, emails, in hopes to see a response. As the end of the week neared, you lost all hope until you heard that melodious ding on your phone. At the top of your mailbox, you saw a new, unread email from who else, but Honey.

"Wow, you're super cute! I'd love to get to know you better, we should totally meet up!"

You almost dropped your phone, the air left your lungs and you were astounded, you punched and kicked yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming.

Nope. This was real. This was happening.

After that, time flew by to this very day. You had hopped aboard a plane, flew across the country, took an Uber to her house and were now standing on her doorstep. The reality of it all was finally hitting you. What if this was a scam? You'd heard about these fake streamers that lure unsuspecting fans out to these abandoned homes and robbed them, leaving them with nothing. This surely wasn't one of those times, right? Maybe you should text someone to let them know where you were? No, there's no way your parents would understand, and your friends would just mock you for being some sort of pathetic weirdo. You'd gotten this far, you were gonna see it through.

You walked up to the door, with a pit in your stomach, and shaking, reached up to press the doorbell.

*RING*

Silence. You sat there for a few seconds, but nobody showed. Was this all fake? You went to ring again, out of hope, when you heard footsteps from behind the door. Fairly heavy footsteps. You could almost feel it, and...were the sidelights shaking? Must've been your imagination. 3 more thuds and you heard the lock click. Then another lock. 3 locks? That seemed odd, but who knows, she's pretty famous, can't have enough security right? The door swung open, and the first thing you saw made your jaw drop.

"Hey cutie~!"

You looked up and there she was. As stunning as the day you first tuned into her stream. Face first with the most incredible curves you'd ever seen, if you weren't so entranced with her body, you may have also picked up on the sheer height of her. You weren't short by any means, you stood at a comfortable 5'11, but this woman was something else. As she filled the door frame, you were face to face with a trench of cleavage that could strangle an elephant.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Honey! I see you've met the rest of me already! *Giggle*

You blushed, quickly snapping your head up to meet her gaze. As you locked eyes with her, it was like the whole world vanished. Pale, blue swimming pools stared straight into your soul, piercing through you.

"Umm..sorry. Yeah, hi, ma'am, I'm-"

"Oh sweetie, I know who you are! And what's with the ma'am? It's Honey!"

She playfully pushed your shoulder, slightly for her, but you felt there was some gusto as it almost made you step back.

"Well come on in! No use standing outside gabbin!"

She stepped to the side and gestured you in, you carefully stepped into the house, walking light footed as if you needed to be delicate or careful, like what you were doing was lascivious.

"Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable!"

She spoke behind you, closing the door and doing up the 3 locks.

"I don't often get visitors here, so apologies if the place is a bit messy!"

As you walked into the house, something already felt odd. Like there was a chill in here of sorts, but you figured it was just from standing with the door open so long. You heard her thuds from behind and she walked past you, beckoning you to follow her into the main area. Following her, you started to take in your surroundings. Pictures on the wall of just Honey, all above your head though, if she lives alone it makes sense though, but to only have pictures of yourself up seemed a bit odd, no?

Stepping into the main area, you encountered another odd feeling as you took it all in. The furniture was surprisingly tall, taller than you'd seen. The couch looked like it came up to your waist. Stools at the kitchen counter were almost shoulder height to you. Had she custom ordered all this furniture? Some of it almost seemed even too tall for her?

"I see you noticed the furniture, don't worry, I'm still growing into it myself!"

Growing into it? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just a figure of speech? You pondered this as you saw her walk over to the couch and plop down. She shot you a glance and patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit! We should get to know each other better, this is our first time after all."

You awkwardly smiled back at her as you walked over to the couch. As you got closer to the furniture, your observations weren't unfounded, this couch was truly massive. Her sitting on it made it look like a normal sized piece of upholstery, but next to you, it made you feel like a kid again.

"Sorry, couch is a little high, I gotcha though!"

"What do you-?"

No sooner did the words come out as she put two hands under your arms and lifted you up, with ease, and plopped you down on the cushion beside her.

"Wow, you feel a lot lighter than you listed on your application! Granted, maybe this growing girl just doesn't know her own strength yet!"

Growing girl? Twice now she's referenced growing and still it made no sense. This girl was already massive and clearly approaching 30, how in the world was she growing?

"So, before we start, I wanted to thank you. I've noticed you in my streams for the last couple years. I see the donations you send and the clothes you ask me to try on. No doubt these gals have caught your eye." She shimmied her shoulders and gestured to the heaving shelf of breast hanging from her torso.

"I appreciate the clothes a lot, it's never easy covering these puppies up, believe you me. I swear, they eat up whatever I cover myself with and then some."

You blushed, she was clearly very comfortable in her skin, I mean hell, she shows herself off online for millions of people to see, why were you surprised. You kept darting glances down to her chest as she spoke. God they were huge, unrealistically so. How could something so massive come into being? Something so warm and inviting yet erotic and arousing all at the same time.

"Ahem. Did you hear anything I just said?"

"What? Sorry, I was jus-"

*Giggle*

"I'm just messing with ya! You clearly are having a little trouble paying attention, almost like somethings...caught your attention?"

She slowly rose from the couch and crawled towards you. Her heaving chest swinging from even the slightest motion as she closed the distance between you. The closer she got, the more of your vision was obscured by that inviting trench in front of you. God what you wouldn't have given to dive right in there.

"Ya know...these girls really have a mind of their own sometimes...they get hungry, and when that happens, there isn't much I can do to calm em down. They just keep growing, year after year, bigger and bigger as time passes."

Inches from your face now, you can smell the sweat from her skin as her cleavage floods your vision. Swinging, back and forth, pendulously in your face, they're all you can see.

"Would you like to...see them get even bigger?"

Oh god. You're on the brink, you feel your faculties leaving you, almost as if you're regressing to a more animalistic state. You need to touch them, feel them, taste them, you need to be between them now. In an instant you throw up your hands on either side and dive face first into that canyon.

*Giggle* "You're not one to mince words, are ya? Just going headfirst, well don't let me stop ya, explore to your heart's content."

You mash your face in between them, pressing down on either side, burying your face more and more. The more you explore these mighty breasts of hers, the more you seem to lose yourself, the less the world around you seems to matter. Squeezing, smushing, licking, this has become your world now.

"There's a good boy, you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

Her voice invades your mind and almost snaps you out of your trance, you start to notice little changes. When were you on her lap? Was she always caressing your back? Wow, these breasts truly are enormous, it's incredible how your hands just...sink into them like pudding. It's almost like...the longer you caress and squeeze, the bigger they get...

As these thoughts flood in, you notice that you're struggling to breathe a little. You haven't come up for air in a while. You try to pry the breasts back a little bit to let yourself some air but...they won't budge? In fact, they feel so heavy, you're hardly even squishing into them anymore. You place your hands on the front of her breasts and start pulling back, trying to pry your head free, until you finally released yourself with an audible *POP* and tumble backwards.

The world all slowly comes back into view, your surroundings start to become more clear, but something's off now. You start to pull yourself up to stand, but feel the couch beneath your feet? Your senses start to come back rapidly as you see you're standing on the couch, but the back of the couch is towering over you. You gulp, shocked and start to panic.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Shhh, sweetie, relax."

You hear her low, sultry voice as you look back on her and almost fall back by what you see. There she is, on the far side of the couch, vastly looming over you. From your vantage point, she must be at least 35ft tall.

"What's going on?! What did you do to me?!"

"Aww, baby, can't you tell yet?"

She reaches out to you, you quiver as you see her gigantic hand approaching you, each finger bigger than a summer sausage. You try to push her hand away, but to no avail, she's far, far stronger than you. She wraps her fingers around your torso, lifts you up and carries you over to her face.

"Sweet pee, I wish you could see how cute you are right now. You're like a little bitty toy. You've done so much for me already, I wanted to thank you. You've really made an excellent donation."

"Donation?? What do you mean? Why am I so small? Change me back!!"

"Oh hon, I wish I could but your size is going to somewhere much greater. Just watch."

You see her bite her lip as the changes slowly take effect. You hear a subtle groaning as you witness her transform before your very eyes. You first notice the fingers holding you in place start to thicken, covering more and more of your torso. Then you see her thighs slowly plumpen, growing thicker and lusher. Then you notice the biggest part: her chest. Each breast begins to balloon, almost as if inflating, growing outwards and upwards, you can hear her bra beginning to creak and snap under her newfound weight. Her tank top straps strain and spaghetti before snapping and falling limply down her torso.

By the time it's all done, you see her take a deep breath as the tatters of her old outfit start to slip away.

"Wow, that was the best one yet! I just knew you'd be my biggest supporter. Apologies for these old rags though" as she gestures to her clothes, "allow me to slip into something more...fitting."

In a flash, you see the clothes on her body begin to morph, a black tank slowly forms from her old rags and lines up to hoist up her immensely enhanced bust. The straps, incredibly thin, squish down into her soft, pliable flesh.

"There, that looks better on me, dontcha think?"

"What the hell is going on?? How are you doing this? Why are you doing this?!"

She lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Hon, how do you think I got like this in the first place? How do you think I got this incredible body that lead to all these followers and all this fame? Donations of course! The sweet, perverted masses like yourself that so kindly add to, well, these masses!" She says as she honks her left breast, it's girth pouring out between her fingers.

"But, why? You don't even know me! I loved you and your content, I was happy to make those donations if they made you happy!"

"Hon, you and I both know why you made donations to begin with. You haven't been able to look at anything else since you got here, that's why you came here in the first place. You don't care about me as a person, you care about this body. Well, now you've made a contribution to the maintaining and improving of this body! You're almost there!"

You feel a sinking feeling in your chest as you swallow deeply.

"Almost?"

She flashes you a devious grin.

"Of course, hon." She speaks in a deep, sultry tone. "There's still so much of you left."

Your eyes open wide as you start kicking and flailing in her grasp, doing anything you can to get away from this monster, but to no avail.

She lets out a low, echoing chuckle, "You'll have to try harder than that, hon! I can hardly feel your weight, let alone your struggles! And as much as I LOVE watching your little flailings, Mama's got a stream to do tonight, so."

And with that, she slowly brings you closer to her chest, dangling you above the gully that is her cleavage, and flashes you one last smile.

"Thanks for the donation, hon!"

With that, she stuffs you down between her breasts, deep, deep down, almost as if into the core of some desolate planet. As she reaches the centre, she releases her grip on you and retracts her hand. What little light you see from above vanishes as her hand leaves your prison and the crushing weight of her bust surrounds you. You try to move, try to kick, punch, scream, bite, anything, to no avail. You feel a vibration echo around you, clearly she's laughing at your struggles. The pounding of her heart starts to fill your ears, it's low, resonating rumble almost calming you as you miserably accept your fate. You close your eyes, awaiting the inevitable.

-Hours later-

You slowly awaken, hot and sweaty, a dry scratchy feeling in your throat, no doubt from your screaming. You're not sure where you are though, your eyes are hazy and struggling to adjust to the darkness, but you see a small sliver of a silvery haze far, far, far above you. Moonlight? You reach out for it, only to feel a warm, moist mass beside you. What is this? It almost feels like-

Your heart starts racing. You start to panic and snap your head around to acquaint yourself with your surroundings, until you hear a loud, roaring rumble echo around you. A snore. You find yourself plastered to the side of her breast, deep within her bosom, the sliver of light a small amount of moonlight peaking into her cleavage. You try to yell out, but you're still hoarse. You can hardly move your limbs as you try to scratch her breast. You feel a sudden movement as you think you've gotten her attention. Your hopes are instantly crushed as the light vanishes and you start to feel the weight of her other tit come crushing down on you. Your incredibly mild annoyance only caused her to roll over in her sleep, crushing you further down as the goddess around you rests. All that's left to hear is the subtle beat of her heart all around you.

You close your eyes and let out a single tear as you accept your fate, the irony of the situation finally settling in.

You always wanted to contribute to those beautiful breasts, and now, you finally have.

[wethotcrazy]

GIVE IT A CHANCE

pairing: Ollie Bearman x Fem Driver! K-pop Fan! Reader

word count: 2495

this idea came to me in a prophetic vision as i was listening to ETA by NewJeans, yk he just has that face idk how to explain it.

The early morning simulator room was dim and quiet as Ollie stepped in, rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the light. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there at this hour, which is why he was surprised when he heard upbeat music pulsing softly through the room, lyrics in Korean threading through a catchy beat.

It didn’t take him long to spot Y/N, her head bobbing to the rhythm, her eyes focused on her screen. She was wearing her headphones halfway, one ear open, giving her full control of the simulator’s settings—and, evidently, the speakers.

"Didn’t think anyone would be up this early,” Ollie said with a smirk, hoping to catch her off guard.

But Y/N didn’t even flinch. She simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with a playful look. “Oh, yeah… first in gets speaker rights, haha…,” she replied, turning up the volume just a little. “You don’t mind, right?"

Ollie shrugged, a little charmed by her confidence. "Doesn’t look like I have much of a choice.”

With a laugh, Y/N launched the next song, not hesitating to dive into a quick explanation of how NewJeans had taken over the K-pop world lately. Ollie listened, half-amused, half-impressed. She talked about girl groups like they were close friends, like they were just as important to her racing routine as the car itself. As she continued to gush, he found himself caught up in her excitement, almost convinced by her infectious enthusiasm.

She noticed his curious glances and laughed, nudging him. "You know, it’s actually quite nice, Ollie. You should give it a chance."

Ollie just smiled, making a noncommittal noise. He didn’t know much about K-pop, and he didn’t think he’d ever see himself adding it to his playlist. But then he caught himself humming one of the melodies later that day—an upbeat tune from Twice that he’d heard during the simulator session. It kept popping back into his head when he least expected it, like a pleasant earworm he didn’t want to get rid of.

Over the next few weeks, something shifted.

Ollie found himself scrolling through her social media in his downtime, watching the TikToks of Y/N’s “pre-race rituals” she posted. She’d film herself doing girl group choreography in her racing suit, top half hanging around her waist as she danced to songs that were clearly meaningful to her. Fans loved it, and so did he. There was something endearing about her passion, and the way she didn’t hesitate to share it with the world. Somehow, it made her feel even more real, like there was a part of her that was untouched by the pressure and intensity of racing.

One day, he came across a clip of her dancing to a song by Le Sserafim. She was focused, but her expression was soft, full of joy, as if nothing else existed in that moment but the beat and the moves. It made him smile, watching her in her element like that. Without even realizing it, he saved the clip, something he’d catch himself watching on repeat whenever he needed a moment of calm.

He didn’t notice the change right away, but slowly, his playlists began filling up with the songs she loved. He’d go to sleep with the catchy hooks of K-pop songs playing in his head, and he’d wake up humming them, much to his own surprise.

The next time they met for simulator training, Ollie arrived a little earlier than usual. He saw her slip into the room with her headphones on, smiling to herself as she tapped her fingers to a beat he couldn’t hear. Instead of waiting for her to notice him, he took out his phone, tapping to play one of the songs she’d shown him before. The room filled with the familiar sound of a NewJeans track, and she whipped around, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Ollie!” she gasped, laughter bubbling up. “Did you just put on K-pop?”

He grinned, feeling a strange thrill at her reaction. “Well, it grows on you, I guess.”

Y/N looked at him with a mix of pride and amusement. "I never thought I’d see the day! So… favorite group?”

“Don’t make me choose,” he joked, but he was a little flustered by her excitement. “But if I had to, I’d say… maybe Twice? Or, you know, New Jeans.”

She clapped her hands, beaming. “See? I told you! K-pop’s addictive.”

The two of them shared a quiet laugh, and Ollie couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest. It was more than just the music now—it was the way they’d found this new connection, something that felt personal and easy, a side of Y/N that he felt lucky to know.

On race day, Ollie arrived a bit earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse of her “pre-race ritual.” He didn’t have to wait long. Y/N was in her own little world, music playing on her phone as she moved through the steps of a quick choreography, fluid and confident. She didn’t see him at first, and he took a moment just to watch, a smile tugging at his lips. She was magnetic, her energy infectious, and he found himself tapping his foot along to the beat.

Finally, she looked up and caught him watching, cheeks pink as she laughed. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he said, stepping closer. “You know, maybe if racing doesn’t work out you could debut as an idol.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah right, okay…”

They shared a grin, a quiet moment of understanding passing between them. Ever since that first K-pop-filled simulator session, their dynamic has changed. He’d go out of his way to make their training schedules align, just so he could listen with her, maybe pick up a new song or two to tease her about later.

And though he’d never say it out loud, watching her dance, knowing these little rituals were her way of staying grounded… it felt like his own way of connecting with her. A small piece of her world that she’d let him into.

As the season went on, fans began to notice Ollie’s subtle transformation. In interviews, he’d mention her more often, usually with a smile when asked about their friendship. Some eagle-eyed fans even caught him humming a few K-pop melodies during Prema videos, and speculation spread across social media like wildfire.

When someone finally asked him about it, he shrugged with a grin. "Guess Y/N has good taste," he said, leaving it at that.

But in truth, it wasn’t just about the music. Every song reminded him of her laugh, her energy, and the way she found joy in something so different from racing. It was a little ritual, a small way to stay close, even during the busiest days. And though he didn’t know exactly when it had happened, somewhere along the line, Ollie realized that maybe K-pop wasn’t the only thing he’d grown attached to.

Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing bits of choreography he’d pick up from YN, his own private tribute to her.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Dino, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “She would be more than happy to teach you guys too,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season rolled on, Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing the moves Y/N had taught him, his own private tribute to the friend who’d somehow changed his life with her love for K-pop.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Max, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “If you want to keep up, maybe you should get on the trend too. Y/N would be more than happy to teach you guys some moves,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season progressed, he found himself leaning into it, not just to keep up with Y/N but because he genuinely enjoyed it. He started keeping tabs on comebacks, messaging her when a new song dropped, sending her clips and asking which choreography she was going to master next. Y/N would respond with enthusiastic voice notes, her excitement filling his inbox with laughter and inside jokes.

One night, during a particularly tense week before a race, Y/N shot him a message just past midnight.

Y/N: Can’t sleep. Found this new song from a girl group I think you’ll love. Wanna come around to listen?

Ollie didn’t think twice, slipping out of his flat and finding her in her own dimly lit living room, her phone ready with a new track queued up. She played it softly, the two of them listening together in the quiet, just sharing a moment of calm before the chaos of the upcoming race. It became their routine—a new song here, a dance there, small moments that only they shared.

One rainy afternoon at the track, while they were waiting for a rain delay to clear, Ollie watched Y/N from a distance, bouncing slightly on her toes, moving through the motions of a dance routine that was clearly second nature to her. She didn’t have the music on this time, but she didn’t need it; every beat, every move was etched into her memory. Her racing suit was half off, hanging around her waist, her fireproofs slightly damp from the humidity, but she was lost in her world.

Kimi sidled up next to him, noticing where his attention had drifted.

“You’ve got it bad, mate,” he said, crossing his arms, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Bet you know more K-pop routines than any of us now.”

Ollie shrugged, unable to keep the warmth from spreading across his cheeks. “It’s… fun. And it’s kind of relaxing, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s not just about the music, though, is it?” Kimi shot him a pointed look, which Ollie pretended not to notice. “Come on, we all see the way you look at her. Even my mum could pick up on it.”

Ollie laughed, trying to brush it off, but deep down, he knew Kimi was right. It wasn’t just the music that drew him in anymore—it was the way Y/N shared it with him, like she was letting him into a part of herself that was untouched by the pressure of racing. Every song was a glimpse into her world, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that she’d let him in.

Finally, it all came to a head one evening after a particularly intense race. Y/N had performed spectacularly, finishing on the podium, and the team celebrated with a late dinner at a nearby restaurant. There was laughter, cheers, and, of course, someone brought out a portable speaker to keep the energy up.

Y/N, still buzzing with excitement, nudged Ollie, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, Bearman,” she said, her tone playful but challenging. “You’ve been following K-pop all season, so it’s about time you proved yourself. How about a little dance-off?”

Ollie blinked, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “You’re joking.”

“Come on!” she urged, and the others at the table started chanting his name, egging him on. “Show us what you’ve got!”

With a reluctant grin, he got up, and she queued up one of her favorite songs from Le Sserafim, the opening beats pulsing through the room. They started off slow, her laughter contagious as she showed him the steps. To everyone’s surprise (and Kimi’s endless amusement), he actually kept up with her (though timidly), moving through the choreography they’d practiced during one of their late-night sessions in her flat.

The team erupted in applause when they finished, a little breathless, a little flushed. Y/N beamed up at him, her hand squeezing his arm. “You’re not half bad, Bearman,” she said, her voice soft, only loud enough for him to hear. “Guess I really did a good job with you, huh?”

He looked down at her, the noise around them fading to a hum. “Yeah,” he replied, voice low. “You definitely did.”

For a moment, they stood there, surrounded by their friends but entirely in their own little bubble. He felt like saying something else, something about how her music had come to mean so much more to him than just catchy beats and routines. But he didn’t need to say it; the look in her eyes told him she understood.

And in that shared, unspoken moment, Ollie realized that the season wasn’t just about racing anymore. It was about every song, every laugh, every quiet moment they’d stolen away to be themselves. Maybe K-pop had been the start of it, but what it had led to was something he wouldn’t trade for anything.

K-pop might’ve been her world first, but now, in some small way, it felt like their world too.

[sebscore]

hey lovely! i love how u write and i’ve just had this idea for a request for a while and it’s with charles and u know how he plays the piano 😁 so the reader loves to sing and has a really nice voice so he loves to play like an adele song and let her just singgg. I think it’s so sweeet, have nice day/night ily!!🫶

PIANO PRINCE | CHARLES LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: this is heavily inspired by taylor swift and joe alwyn's relationship!

author's note: this is probably the first and only time I'll ever complete a request the day it was requested lol- I'm proud of myself. I know it is not exactly like how you suggested it, but I still hope you enjoy it! thanks for the support and I hope you have a nice day!

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''There is this one name that comes up a few times in the song credits,'' Jimmy puts the cover art of her new album down, ''Jules Perceval.'' He reads out loud, a humorous grin on his face.

Y/N nods her head, already knowing where this was going. ''Yes, Jules Perceval.'' She confirms.

''Your fans are quite confused on who this person is, because it's the first time they've shown up in your album credits and they have a lot of theories so can you confirm who Jules Perceval is?'' Her publicist had already confirmed with Jimmy's team that they had permission to ask about the mystery person that had producing credits on her new body of work.

The singer laughs as the audience reacts enthusiastically. ''Yes, I can,'' she mischievously smiles at Jimmy who claps his hands, ''Jules Perceval is a pseudonym for my boyfriend.'' As soon as the words left her mouth, the crowd started applauding and making 'ooh'- noises.

''Your boyfriend? Is he a composer or?'' The host grows more curious at the revelation that it's her significant other.

She shakes her head. ''No, he's actually a, uh, race car driver.'' Y/N chuckles, Jimmy's surprised face amusing her greatly.

''A race car driver? Wow, that's quite a contrast,'' he laughs, the audience giggling along with him, ''how did you guys end up working together? Because your jobs are vastly different.'' He asks, putting his cards down.

''It wasn't planned, but Charles- my boyfriend- he loves playing the piano and he's been doing that for years, and one day he was just playing around on it and not taking it very seriously, but he played this certain melody that caught my attention,'' she explained, ''I asked him to play it again, recorded it on my phone and I send it to my producer that I usually work with.''

''He sent a more worked out version of the melody back and that's how it came about.'' She finished her explanation.

Jimmy and the audience looked impressed. ''That's amazing! And why did he decide to use a pseudonym and not his real name?''

''We wanted people to listen to the song without having any higher expectations simply because he was in the credits.'' Y/N answers, diplomatically.

''Jules Perceval sounds very fancy,'' Jimmy smiled, gathering some laughs from the crowd, ''did you come up with that or did your boyfriend?''

''That was all him,'' she grinned, ''his godfather is named Jules and one of his middle names is Perceval so that's how the name came about.'' Y/N remembers clearly how proud Charles looked as he told her and her team which name he wanted to be credited under.

''I love that! Well, if the racing doesn't work out, he has another profession he can get right into.'' Jimmy teased, leaning his arms on the desk.

Y/N giggled, hiding her face in her hands. ''I'll tell him that.''

''So… I can quit racing, huh?'' Charles' tired voice sounded over the phone, the mischief still present.

Y/N snorted at his greeting. ''You watched the interview then, I thought you might be too busy to watch it.''

''Of course I saw it, it was your first time on the show- I couldn't miss it.'' His words melted her heart, touched by the fact that he still took the time to watch her interview despite being busy in Italy with simulator work.

''I really appreciate it, honey- I hope you're doing well, you sound very tired.'' His voice was a bit deeper than usual, indicating just how exhausted he was.

She could hear him chuckle on the other side. ''I'm fine, chérie,'' he assured her, ''it was just a long day, that's all.''

Y/N was about to reply, but her manager waved her hands in front of her face. ''I'm sorry, we have to go now.'' She whispered, pointing at the door of the dressing room.

''You have to go, huh?'' Charles sighed.

''Yeah,'' the singer pouted, disappointed the couple didn't get to call for at least a few more minutes, ''I'll call you later, though.''

''It's okay, mon amour,'' despite not seeing him, she was sure he was smiling, ''I'm always proud of you, okay? I'm thinking of you.'' The driver let her know the words in his heart.

''I'm thinking of you too- I love you.'' Y/N bid him goodbye.

''Je t'aime.''

[theultimatenonbinarynerd]

Epic Fandom We Need To Talk! (An Open Letter)

As a former survivor of severe Cyberbullying and harrasment I can no longer stay silent anymore. You have forced my hand.

This has gone way too far and I am massively disappointed. All I ask is that you listen to what I have to say. This is no longer a joke as a survivor of Cyberbullying and harrasment I can say that a misunderstanding has turned into The Epic Fandom putting the livelihood and well being of artists in danger. I ask you to be respectful and understand I am speaking from old wounds and experience. Please don't twist my words, I don't support 🍇 or Antinous he is a horrible character.

Tw: Mentions of Cyberbullying, 🍇 and harassment

Dear Epic Fandom,

You are better then this, I know you are. Polites taught us to greet the world with open arms and accept when people make mistakes and stop holding onto are anger. The fandom is growing and we can't stop it but I'm really disappointed in the people letting hate win and turning the fandom venomous and toxic

We are all Epic Fans but behind the glass on your screen there's a person, a person with feelings who you know nothing about. You all don't know the real Melody typing this but your all probably gonna make assumptions based on what you dont know and that is the danger of being online. The person who posted fanart of Antinous and Telemachus you didn't like, they have real feelings. Complicated messy feelings that aren't able to be articulated enough online.

As a survivor of bullying myself my motto is block or scroll. I myself am very uncomfortable with a lot of the ao3 tags shipping Odysseus with Poseidon or Zeus but do I go angrily type on my keyboard? No I don't cos it's none of my damnn business. When I saw that art, I was confused and uncomfortable but instead of being reckless and sentimental I asked for clarification. Taking Polites advice I used open arms and talked about what was bothering me without attacking the artist. Instead of being like Polites you all became Poseidon. Ruthlessness Is Mercy is not the way to go, it's a toxic way to go about life. Did you all not listen to that Thunder Saga and see how it destroyed everything Odysseus had known for the past thirteen years.

You should all be absolutely ashamed of yourself. This is not what the Epic Fandom should be. You don't like someone's fan art ask for clarification and or block. There is no need to be Ruthless and cruel. The fact two genuine heartfelt Apologises have been made and you still can't let it go very much clearly shows your character. You are very much like Poseidon and Zeus and should be ashamed. In Ares words you are all sick cowards. Not only that but you are clearly projecting. I suggest you go to therapy if you think your time in the Epic the musical fandom should be spent bullying and harassing people then leave. The number one rule is that there is always a person behind the screen and that you should think before you type.

I'm still not over the fact how you have twisted and triggered someone's truama. I also can't believe hate is being given after the artist mentioned her experience. 🍇 is not a thing to weaponise. I feel like the Wisdom Saga has made you far too comfortable in how you handle and discuss 🍇. The artist forgot her trigger warnings and wasn't even trying to imply the twisted image you put on her. Also I pointed out she shouldn't have tagged it Epic and apologied. Jorge has made adaptations to The Odssey a piece of fiction. What Jorge has done with Antinous is his own creative liberties. If you can't have sensitive and respectful conversation about something that is still happening to people I don't know what to say. Accusing someone of supporting 🍇 is not okay at all. The artist wasn't attending that way and understands she shouldn't have done what she did but it goes both ways. Look for context before you slam. Judging someone based on an honest mistake and huge misunderstanding is dangerous and cruel. Do you not understand the dangers this could put the artist in in real life. Please have open arms and think before you type. This is a serious topic and not a joke.

Moving on I want to talk about why I think this blew up so bad. It's because Elian was commissioned to do an animatic for Jorge. Listen you all would have blocked if it wasn't for that. I read comments saying they idolised her and that is a really f**** dangerous thing to do. Idiolising someone because they've been noticed or hired by Jorge isn't healthy at all. At the end of the day we are all human beings. Elian is allowed to make mistakes and grow. Outside of Epic this is becoming a massive problem in genuine.

Worse I've seen and heard about Artists like Mirscy and AnniFlamma getting attacked just for defending their friend. I'm sorry are we not allowed to defend our friends now from bullying? I can't speak for them but if I saw my friend getting hated and harassed on I'd be angry too, it's like a natural emotion to feel. Then again you are the same fandom that mocks Eurylochus for sticking up for his crew so I'm not suprised. These artists are human beings and not God's because Jorge noticed and appreciated their work. Stop twisting these artists into people there not.

I'm not Tiresias but I can see Jorge stopping collaborating with artists on animatics if you keep this disgusting behaviour up. Constructive criticism is okay but falsely twisting the image of an artist is not okay at all by doing this you are dehumanising artists and doing exactly what Hollywood does. Jorge will have to stop commissioning people it you keep using the fact he noticed them against them when they make mistakes like all human beings do.

Please do better and stop being Poseidons. An 8 year grudge was unhealthy and got him nowhere. Be more like Polites and Greet The World with open arms. Not everything is black and white. Tik Tok built the Epic Fandom up and you hold all the power.

Stay kind and great the world the world with open arms.

Yours Sincerely,

Melody

They/Them

Ps: If you send me hate and twist my words be warned I have friends as well. One particular friend was there when a lot of my Cyberbullying truama happened and is aware why this has triggered me so badly and caused an episode.

Attack you will be blocked. I'll also remove reblogs.

Attack and you will be reported.

You don't scare me.

Be nice Epic Fandom and don't become The Monster. I'm willing to have civil conversations but that's it.

[serendipityf1]

Masked : Charles Leclerc x Reader

REQUESTS for any F1 driver are OPEN!

The grand ballroom was adorned with  scintillating decorations, with the soft glow of the grand chandeliers reflecting off the intricate masks of the guests. It was a charity masquerade ball in Monaco, a night filled with the promise and triumph of mystery and elegance. As the Princess of Monaco, you moved gracefully through the crowd, your identity veiled by an exquisite mask. The evening’s entertainment included a dance lottery, where pairs were chosen at random to share a dance. It was the first grand event of your life, as you had just returned home from your years of life abroad. That you were eager would be an understatement.

When your name was called, you were paired with Charles Leclerc. As you approached him, your heart raced, knowing who he was behind the mask. The F1 fan in you would always recognize him, no matter what the conditions were.  but he only saw your captivating eyes. The orchestra began to play, and you found yourselves dancing in perfect harmony to the melody.

Charles, mesmerized by your eyes and the grace with which you moved, felt an instant connection. “You dance beautifully,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Thank you,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips, you heart slightly fluttering at the appreciation.

As the dance continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly. He found himself more and more intrigued by the mystery of your identity. He felt an unusual pull towards you, a feeling that went beyond the usual charm of the masquerade.

But as the dance came to an end, you knew it was time to leave, maintaining the mystery. “Thank you for the dance,” you said, bowing curtly, stepping back and slipping away into the crowd before he could ask your name.

Charles watched you disappear, a sense of longing and curiosity overwhelming him. Determined to find you, he began to ask around, hoping someone could help him uncover the identity of the enchanting woman he had danced with. But nothing was in his favor.

The rest of the night, Charles’s mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He replayed the dance in his head, your eyes, your voice, the way you moved. He knew he had to find you, not just because of the mystery, but because he felt something special, something real.

Despite his best efforts, the night ended without him finding any answers. But he was resolute, knowing that he wouldn’t give up until he discovered the identity of the woman who had captivated him so completely.

The Monaco Grand Prix was in full swing, and the air buzzed with excitement. As the Princess of Monaco, you attended the prestigious event, your royal presence adding to the grandeur. Dressed elegantly, you moved through the crowd with practiced grace, your heart racing with nerves at the thought of seeing Charles Leclerc again.

Charles, focused on the race and the excitement surrounding it, didn’t recognize you immediately, or else he would have been rendered nuts after finally getting hold of that woman who had captivated every inch of his. He greeted you with the same respect he would any dignitary, performing a formal curtsy. You returned the gesture, trying to keep your composure, all the while feeling a flutter of nerves inside. You were scared of getting your cover blown to him.

The day progressed, the race reaching its thrilling climax. Charles, performing brilliantly, crossed the finish line first, securing a well-deserved victory. As the celebration began, you were tasked with presenting the winner's trophy. The crowd cheered as you approached the podium, the trophy in hand, with your heart pounding erratic in your chest.

The moment Charles saw you up close, the recognition dawned in his green orbs. He remembered the captivating dance at the masquerade ball, your eyes hidden behind the mask. “It’s you,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and realization.

You handed him the trophy, you hands trying to be in composure. “Congratulations, Charles,” you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Before you could step back, Charles reached out, gently touching your arm, away from prying eyes and cameras. “Wait,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “I need to talk to you.”

But the ceremony continued, the noise and excitement overwhelming. You managed a polite nod before slipping away, disappearing into the crowd. Charles, determined not to lose you again, quickly handed off the trophy and chased after you.

He wove through the crowd, his heart racing as he searched for you. Finally, he spotted you near the edge of the podium, taking a moment to catch your breath. “Wait!” he called out, jogging over to you.

You turned, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear a being seen by everyone. “Charles,” you began, but he cut you off with a gentle smile.

“I’ve been looking for you since the masquerade ball,” he said, his voice earnest. “I didn’t know who you were, but I couldn’t forget your eyes. And now that I know... I can’t let you slip away again. I just can't.”

Your heart swelled with emotion as you looked into his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d remember,” you admitted, your voice soft.

“How could I forget?” he replied, taking your hand. “Would you give me a chance to get to know you, beyond the masks and the formalities? As to what you are? As just Y/N?”

You smiled, feeling the weight of your nerves lifting. “I’d like that, Charles. I’d like that very much.”

And so, amidst the cheers and celebrations of the Monaco Grand Prix, a new chapter began. 

[zoropookie]

SWEET MELODY

☆ characters — balladeer and the cult

wanderer: the main vocalist and guitarist of the group, 'balladeer and the cult', usually shortened to balladeer or the balladeers. it used to just be a garage band when they were in high school, until aether's sister got them a contract under teyvat entertainment. him and his band blew up on tiktok just recently because she got them a gig to perform on saturday night live. 'murder on the dance floor' by sophie-ellis bextor was their choice, and a week later, teenage girls were flooding all their socials demanding a tour. it was a shitstorm, even for him, having never been good with attention.

venti: background vocals and keyboardist for the band, but he usually alternates depending on the song. he was ironically a recent addition to their band, as they needed someone else who was able to keep up with their hectic schedule. he auditioned with a harmonica, two mora in his name, and a dream. lumine felt bad for him for a little bit before realizing he was actually really good.

xiao: the bassist and sometimes background vocals for the band. for some reason, their fans was always very comfortable simping for xiao in particular. mainly because he doesn't say anything to protest it, he just ignores the comments and goes about his day. but then they started getting really feral? to the point where the ceo had to make a statement discouraging inappropriate comments regarding their artists. safe to say, he and scaramouche were the golden boys.

heizou: drummer for the band. he initially wanted to go to college, but that plan never stuck with him. he started causing a lot of trouble when he met wanderer. but he realized that he was indebted to him when wanderer took the fall for him when he crashed into another vehicle one night, and he got off clean from the entertainment staff. he knew he owed it to him to stick by his side, even though he wasn't the nicest person to be around.

aether: he was background vocals that slowly turned into second guitarist. he was one of the first people in the band, having even been there for all of the logo changes they went through. he wasn't good at guitar at first, so he offered minimal, but wanderer was willing to teach him. he's actually a pretty good teacher, even though sometimes he walked out when he lost his patience. he never yelled at him, though, so there was that.

lumine: manager and agent for balladeer and the cult. she saw a lot of potential in them when she was in high school and watched their practices after school. she immediately knew what profession she was going to pursue, and that kickstarted her majoring in communications. she was technically only fit for public relations, but she wouldn't accept anyone else being their manager except for her. so she kind of paid teyvat entertainment to get them in, but you can't tell anyone.

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THERE ARE not many things that can sway your interest ever since the "accident", but in spite of that, you pushed forward. you are now the owner of the biggest bakery chain in your city, consistently seeing couples and catering to them as such. you've been a big host at weddings, events for celebrities, and even a big support for your friends and family. you've even earned yourself a niche following as well by how sweet you are to everybody around you. but, even with your kindness, you don't have a particular spark that keeps you going anymore these days. that is until one of your employees starts suggesting you write love letters to customers who request your services. at first you thought it was a horrible idea that could easily turn into trouble, but that was until you were tasked with writing one to your own (very very famous) ex-boyfriend.

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Eddie my love

Hello everyone!

This is my first fic of eddie here so i really really hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

Summary: you decide to make a surprise for Eddie on his birthday by telling how much you love him!

There is no warnings just pure fluff

It was Eddie's birthday! You were so excited. It was the first time, since you started dating, you’re with him for his birthday. Eddie was never a huge fan of them. It didn't felt like a day to celebrate.

As a little kid, his dad didn't wake up super early to make him a great breakfeast with nice presents. Maybe his mom did, but it was too long ago. Insted, his dad would wake up late, not going to work , or even just forgetting about it.

But when you started dating, he felt like his world would be turned upside down! Never in his wildest dreams he would have thought that a girl like you would appear in his life and make changes like you did.

You talked and agreed that it would be ok to celebrate it. You've been planning to go out and it happen to be right on the day he have a show at the hideout. "Thats perfect. You guys can play and when you finish, we can just stay there and hang together. What do you think?" you said, playing with your rings, a thing that you would do when felling nervous. You didn't want to make him do anything he didn't wanted to. The thing was that, you had a surprise for him and were really hoping it would work.

"I think" he kissed you "It is perfect" another kiss "Just like you". You just stood there with your cheeks red and a stupid smile. He had that effect on you

*******

The day arrived and you were there, watching your man play his guitar with his friends, taking pictures in your camera that he got you as a present. You were with friends as well. As Robin and Steve were friends with Eddie you thought it would be ok, and Eddie already assumed you would bring them.

You were talking to Robin as Steve came to you with your drinks

"Here, for you and you. There you go." They were finishing their last song of the night. The small bar was filled with people tonight. It was like it was a present for him, and honestly, it was your favorite performance of his. The band were just so connected and sending a great energy for everyone that stood there, waching them.

He came to you when he finished, not looking back, to give you a great hug "Did you just saw that? Wasn't it amazing?! I think i've never seen this place so crowded before. I'm feeling like a rockstar, a real one now"

"You were amazing my love! I saw how people got excited with you" you said giving him a tight hug "And don't say that, you are a real rockstar"

He looked at your face with a growing smile on his lips "I don't know what to say i'm..." he was giggling, nervous under your loving look.

"Don't tell me i got you all shy on me" you tesed him just making him laugh more "I guess that i'm just really happy to see you here tonight. Now we can hang..." He stoped talking looking around. His eyes were stuck on stage "Why are they still up there? Did i forget a song?" He said worried with wide eyes, walking in their way, but you stoped him.

"No, silly, you didn't forget anything. You stay here and watch your surprise, ok" You said laughing at his confusion. Even being super shy of crowds, you got up on stage saying hi to the guys "Good evening everyone! I came here to give you a little extra" the people applaused you giving you courage to keep going "Well you don't know but, today is the birthday of a really special person to me, the singer and guitarrist you just saw, which is my boyfriend by the way" A bunch of people cheered you just making you laugh "Well, the thing is that i'm going to sing for you, but especially for him! It's not metal, i'm sorry, but is a beautiful love song. I hope you enjoy"

You couldn't see much, just the crowd hyping you up. The guys started to play and the slow melody started to echo on the bar.

Eddie my love, I love you so

How I've wanted for you, you'll never know

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Since Eddie told you that he would play here, in his birthday, the ideia came into you head. At first, you thought that it would be too much, too corny, or maybe he would hate it. But you wanted to make that surprise. And it was also a chance to finnaly tell him, after months, that you trully loved him, and whats better then tell him through a song, right? Especially when there's his name on it!

Eddie, please, write just one line

Tell me your love is still only mine

Please, Eddie don't make me wait too long

You asked the guys if you could meet to rehearsal with you, but without telling Eddie. They agreed but it didn't took them too long to learn it and for you to sing it well. It was a little hard to lie to him though because every time he would call you, telling you he wanted to see you, you would be on your way to Gareth's house to rehearse.

You left me last September

Since that time I've been so alone

Now, all I do is wish and wait for you

Eddie, since you've been gone

People were slow dancing with their lovers or just aprecciating the song when you saw Eddie coming in front of the stage. His face were in shock. His eyes were shining more then ever, just looking up at you.

Eddie my love, I'm sinking fast

The very next day might be my last

Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long

Eddie my love, I love you so

Everyone aplauded you -Thank god i didn't sound horrible- you thought to yourself. You turned around to thank the guys and when you were about to get off the stage, you saw Eddie climbing up towards you. When he stood in froont of you, speachless, you placed your hands on his cheeks. The place was so quiet, you could hear his rappid breathing.

"So? What do you think?" You asked nervous by his silence. It took a few moments for him to respond, as if he was studing you face, every little detail. "What? What do i... You're as... How..." You just laughed at his reaction

"Happy birthday." you whispered and smiled at him, very passionate. He gave you the same smile and then gave you a kiss in front of everyone. The way his lips touched yours and his hands around your body, holding you tight , you wish he could be there forever, just kissing you like that.

He stoped the kiss, unfortunately, and put his hands on your cheeks "That was the most beautiful, meaningful, wonderfully amazing thing someone did for me in my entire life... I couldn't be more greatful and happy to have you. I love you too" at this point you were crying and hugging each other. You even forgot you weren't alone when you heard the crowd cheering you again.

You got of the stage and now Robin was showing proudly the pictures she took from you and Eddie, fighting with Steve, as always, as he said it was his idea.

"I want to know every single detail about this plan of yours missy" Eddie said to you in a way that only you could hear  "And babe, DAMN, how come i didn't know you sang like an angel? That was so beautiful"

"So beautiful that he cried" Robin said and he flipped her the bird

"Really? You cried? It wasn't supposed to make you cry" you said putting a lock of hair behind his ear

“Don't worry sweetheart, they were happy and proud tears" You gave him another kiss.

You spent the rest of your night like this,  laughing with your friends, kissing and loving Eddie as much as you could.

[jeonscatalyst]

https://x.com/twinskookmin/status/1854803362166063372

I've said it 7000 times and I will continue to. I don't know the relationship status BTS have with one another - I join in jokes about almost every ship (only excluding one not bc it's unlikely but bc the content was ruined imho) - but how can anyone deny that Jikook honestly love each other. Friendship can be just this beautiful - and honestly, I subscribe to Yoongi's view on how differentiating between platonic and romantic love is not necessary - but how blind do you have to be to see this video and not think "maybe it's more". I'm not a jikooker who claims that Jikook is the only possible couple in BTS, or for whom it being true decides about me having a good day (I don't even care about cut moments. Jikook aren't the main characters of BTS, and editors are gonna do the best they can when there's 7 overexcited puppies rolling through the frame 1000 times a second). I'm just an observer who loves the music these 7 talented people have put out, who feels seen in their lyrics and understood in their melodies. I'm an observer who saw love between Jikook and thinks that maybe no other love can truly compare. I see them in those moments, or when they share something on stage, and that's enough.

We're fans. We're not entitled to their time and words, we're only entitled to what they would like to share. And after seeing how many "armys" fall down the anti rabbit hole because it fits their narrative (e.g. infantilising 30 YEAR OLD INDUSTRY VETERANS bc whatever view they had of their bias doesn't fit with reality), and how often that starts and ends with putting BTS under a microscope of unrealistic expectations, I want them to put themselves first.

As a last little just thing I'd like to say: Please, dear Jikookers, let's not fall down the anti slope. BTS are one unit, they share more than a band name - they're friends, partners for life and they'd walk through hell and back for each other. And, in a way, them making it to chapter 2 IS them having gone through hell.

As a shipper you may see anything that is done by the company that you don't like as them undermining your ship, or mistreating Jimin and/or JK. You may interpret the actions of another member, in this space often Taehyung and Yoongi, as harmful cowards them. But, please, take a step back from shipping when it comes to this. To kinda quote a TikToker whose famous for debunking conspiracy theories: "Why invent something to be mad at, if you can just be mad at the things that are actually real."

In short, be mad at the way idols and Yoongi have been treated for literal minor incidents by the media. Be mad at the continued sexualisiation of minors, both girls and boys. Be mad at the journalists that have given up their integrity to click bait fans with fake information. Be mad that stans in kpop, who claim to be all about inclusivity and body positivity, regularly resort to homophobic and simply vile language.

But don't get mad at BTS for not conforming with your personal idea of how they should act, what songs to produce and who they spend their time with. Don't forget, you're here for the music, not the drama.

ALL OF THIS!!!

Thank you anon💜

[sapphiresgarden]

summary ☾⋆⁺₊ you are the real star of the show, and furina wants your attention only to herself. notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina x gn!reader, this work is meant to be read as sapphic. drabble set in a unspecified royalty au. furina is down bad for you, a pretty stranger she saw... she's so dramatic i love her!! and this is my first time writing for her and frankly i'm a little stressed but it is what it is. not proof read. men dni.

It was unfair how beautiful you were, dancing away and being showered with affection by others. If the ballroom was full of riches and golds, then you were the prettiest diamond one could find in Tevyat. Your smile– the way your lips curved at people's words, wrinkles barely visible from under your fan– it seemed to shine brighter than any of the stars could.

She wondered, how did your laugh sound? Was it a melody so pure, that she would fall asleep to it? Or was it like the birds' song, making her own lips curve in a smile?

Despite all, you were not paying attention to Furina.

That… annoyed her, to say the least. Why talk with them, when you could chat away and dance with her? What made them better than her? Frankly, she only knew your name and that was only because she went over the guest list Neuvillette prepaped, but nonetheless!

Why?

The more she stared at you, the more she started to notice about you. The gestures you made, the little gasps at the gossips, the deadpan look you gave to a man next to you and your laugh right after it, she didn't even realize when her cheeks started to prickle with warmth, dusting with pink.

Why was she so infatuated with you, a stranger, on her own ball?

"Neuvillette!" she called suddenly and pointed rudely at you, something akin to a pout on her lips, "Why are they not talking to me?!"

And why did she want you to pay attention to her so badly?

The man blinked and looked at you, before looking back at Furina and replying, "It appears that they are busy, lady Furina. Perhaps if you go and talk to them, they might start paying attention to you."

"Fine!" She got up from the fancy chair, her dress bouncing with the sudden movement. She grabbed the glass from the table and cleared her throat, smiling and catching people's eyes.

"My dearest guests! I am so grateful for your coming! This ball would not be the same without all of you!" After hearing her words, everyone around started clapping in agreement, including you.

You closed the fan with a flick of your wrist and smiled, your attention now on her and Furina was sure her heart just skipped a beat or two.

"So please, let us celebrate this further and dance, once again! Orchestra!" She pointed her glass in the direction of the musicians, and soon, the ballroom was filled with tunes of piano and strings, inviting everyone to dance.

Furina herself put the glass back on the table and almost skipped in your direction, once again catching yours and the people's around glances.

"May I have this dance?" she asked and you blinked at her, surprised to hear her words. And yet you gave your fan to a woman nearby and smiled at her, and Furina had to fight the urge to giggle, in happiness that you didn't reject her.

"It would be my pleasure, lady Furina." You bowed elegantly and put your own hand in hers.

And now, finally, your eyes were on her and her only.

[starskq]

AWARD SHOW / C.H

Pairing ◊ idol!reader x idol!hyunwoo

Genre ◊ fluff

Warnings ◊ none (tell me if you see one!)

Word count ◊ 5k

Summary ◊ : Hyunwoo has always been a big fan of your group and finally met you in real life at the MAMA awards. He had always been the confident and cool guy, but why, when it came to you, was he a nervous wreck ?

The grand hall of the MAMA was filled with the buzz of excitement and anticipation. Glittering lights danced across the ceiling, reflecting off the sequined dresses and sharp suits of the attendees. Every major K-pop group was present, and the atmosphere was electric.

Hyunwoo was known for his confident, sometimes cocky demeanor, but tonight was different. His heart raced in anticipation, and not because of the potential awards his group might win. It was because he knew that you, a member of his long-time favorite idol group, would be attending. You had been his bias since you first debuted, often stating you as his ideal type, and the thought of seeing you in person made him feel both exhilarated and anxious.

"Hyunwoo, you okay?" Junmin nudged him. "You look like you've seen a ghost.’’

"I'm fine," he replied, forcing a smile. "Just excited for the show.’’

As they approached the red carpet, the cameras started flashing, capturing every move and expression. Hyunwoo put on his best confident face, but his eyes kept darting around, searching for a glimpse of you and your group. The other members of Xikers were busy waving and posing for the cameras, unaware of Hyunwoo's internal turmoil.

And then, he saw you.

You and your group stepped onto the red carpet, your presence commanding the attention of everyone around you. You all looked stunning, your coordinated outfits shimmering under the lights, your smiles bright and infectious. Hyunwoo's breath hitched, and he tried to maintain his composure as his gaze locked onto you.

"Hyunwoo, look at the camera," said Minjae, gently tugging at his sleeve. Hyunwoo reluctantly tore his eyes away from you and turned to face the sea of flashing lights.

Fuck, she looks amazing, he thought. How was he supposed to not stare at you when you looked like that a few meters from him? He knew he had to stay professional and not act like a complete fanboy, but it was hard. 

As your group moved closer, posing for the cameras just a few feet away from Xikers, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to approach you, to tell you how much your music meant to him, but the swarm of paparazzi and the strict decorum of the event made it impossible. Instead, he stole glances at you, admiring your elegance and grace from a distance.

You laughed at something one of your bandmates said, the sound clear and melodious. Hyunwoo's smile widened involuntarily. He noticed your eyes scanning the crowd, and for a brief moment, your eyes met. Hyunwoo's breath caught in his throat, and he quickly looked away, pretending to adjust his suit jacket.

What he did not know, was that you had the same struggle. You adjusted your dress, ensuring everything was perfect, and took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. This was one of the biggest nights of the year, and you were determined to make a good impression. As you walked, you exchanged smiles and waves with your groupmates—Minji, Yura, and Sooyoung—each of you radiating confidence and poise.

But there was a secret flutter of excitement in your heart tonight. You knew Xikers would be here, and among them, Hyunwoo. You had followed Xikers since their debut, admiring their talent and hard work. And Hyunwoo... well, there was something about him that always drew your attention. His confidence, his stage presence, and, yes, his undeniable good looks.

As you approached the main photo area, you scanned the crowd discreetly, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And then you saw them—Xikers, standing a few feet away, posing for the cameras. Your breath hitched as your eyes locked onto Hyunwoo. He looked even more handsome in person, his features sharp and his smile dazzling under the lights.

‘’Y/n, smile!" Minji whispered, nudging you gently. You quickly composed yourself, turning towards the cameras and flashing your best smile. But you couldn't help it; your eyes drifted back to Hyunwoo. He seemed just as charismatic off-stage as he did on.

As you and your groupmates posed for photos, you stole glances at Hyunwoo. He was talking with his bandmates, but his eyes flickered in your direction every now and then. Your heart raced. Was he looking at you, too? The thought sent a thrill through you, but you forced yourself to stay professional, keeping your focus on the cameras and your groupmates.

"Did you see them?" Yura whispered excitedly as you moved further down the red carpet. "Xikers are right there!"

"Yeah, I saw," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "They look great."

"They really do," Sooyoung added, her eyes twinkling. "Especially Hyunwoo."

You blushed, grateful for the dim lighting that might hide the color in your cheeks. "Yeah, he does.’’

The atmosphere inside the award venue was electric as you and your groupmates made your way to your assigned booth. The venue was grand, with intricate chandeliers casting a golden glow over the elegantly decorated space. You walked with Minji, Yura, and Sooyoung, trying to maintain your composure despite your excitement.

As you approached your booth, you noticed Xikers was stationed right beside you. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Hyunwoo, his figure unmistakable even in the crowd of idols. He was chatting animatedly with his bandmates, but the moment his eyes met yours, time seemed to slow down.

"Look who’s next to us," Yura whispered, nudging you with a playful grin.

You forced a casual smile. "Just act normal," you muttered, though your heart was racing.

Hyunwoo, from his perspective, felt a similar rush of adrenaline. He had hoped for a chance to be near you, and now it seemed like fate was playing into his hands. He tried to stay cool, engaging in conversation with Junmin and Minjae, but his eyes kept drifting towards you.

"Hyunwoo, you're spacing out," Junmin teased, noticing his distraction. "Who are you looking at?"

"No one," Hyunwoo replied quickly, his cheeks reddening slightly.

"Sure, sure," Minjae smirked. "We all know you're a fan of y/g/n »

"Especially y/n’’ Hunter added, earning a mock glare from Hyunwoo.

"Shut up," Hyunwoo mumbled, though he couldn't help but steal another glance at you.

As you settled into your booth, Minji leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, y/n, seen anyone interesting?"

You rolled your eyes, trying to act indifferent. "Just focus on the show, Minji."

"But look at him," Sooyoung whispered, nodding subtly towards Hyunwoo. "He keeps glancing over here."

You couldn't deny it. Every time you looked his way, Hyunwoo seemed to be looking back at you. It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, knowing you had to maintain a professional demeanor in front of everyone.

Throughout the evening, the teasing from both sides continued. When y/g/n name was announced for an award, you felt Hyunwoo's eyes on you as you walked up to the stage. You accepted the trophy with your groupmates, smiling for the cameras and the cheering audience. As you returned to your booth, you caught Hyunwoo clapping, a proud smile on his face.

"Did you see him?" Yura whispered as you sat down. "He looked so happy for us."

"I did," you admitted, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks.

Hyunwoo, meanwhile, couldn't stop grinning. "They won. That's awesome," he said to his bandmates, unable to hide his genuine excitement.

"Yeah, and you looked like you were ready to jump up there with them," Yujun teased.

"Give him a break," Minjae laughed. "It's cute.’’

The award show continued in a whirlwind of performances and presentations, the energy in the venue electric. You and your groupmates had just settled back into your booth after accepting your award, the trophy gleaming under the lights. You were still buzzing with excitement, but there was another reason for your heightened anticipation—Xikers was about to perform.

When the lights dimmed and the announcer introduced Xikers, you felt your heart race. The opening notes of their song "Tricky House" filled the air, and you instinctively leaned forward, your eyes glued to the stage.

As the beat dropped and the stage exploded with lights, Xikers appeared, their presence commanding the entire venue. Hyunwoo was at the center, his movements sharp and precise, exuding confidence and charisma. You bit your lip, trying to keep your reaction in check.

"Oh my god, they're amazing!" Yura whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.

"I know, right?" Minji added, her voice barely contained. "Look at Hyunwoo go!"

Sooyoung elbowed you gently. "Your bias is killing it up there, YN."

You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush. "He's always been an incredible performer," you said, trying to sound casual. But inside, you were screaming. Every move Hyunwoo made, every glance he threw at the camera, sent shivers down your spine. He was just so handsome and charismatic.

Xikers' performance was a spectacle—high-energy choreography, flawless vocals, and a stage presence that demanded attention. As the song progressed, you found yourself caught between wanting to fangirl openly and needing to maintain your professional composure.

When they hit a particularly intense dance break, you couldn't help but gasp softly. "Wow," you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.

Minji noticed and grinned. "You can fangirl a little, y/n. We all are."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm trying to stay professional here."

"Good luck with that," Yura teased. "Look at Sooyoung, she's practically bouncing in her seat."

Sooyoung stuck her tongue out playfully. "I can't help it. They're just so good!"

As Xikers moved into the chorus, the entire venue seemed to pulse with the energy of their performance. You clapped along, feeling the rhythm course through you. Hyunwoo's charisma was magnetic, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"They're definitely going to win something tonight," Minji said, nodding appreciatively. "This performance is next level."

When the song ended with a dramatic finish, the audience erupted into applause and cheers. You found yourself clapping enthusiastically, a huge smile on your face. Hyunwoo and the rest of Xikers took their bows, their expressions triumphant and proud.

"That was incredible!" Yura exclaimed, still clapping.

"I can't believe how good they are live," Sooyoung added, shaking her head in amazement.

You nodded, your heart swelling with pride and admiration. "They really outdid themselves," you said, stealing one last glance at Hyunwoo as he left the stage. He looked up at the audience, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, and for a brief moment, you felt like he was looking directly at you.

It was now your turn to perform. You stood backstage, trying to calm your nerves. The energy in the venue reached new heights as the announcer introduced your group for your performance. Hyunwoo and the other members of Xikers, seated comfortably in their booth, turned their attention to the stage. Hyunwoo's heart raced with excitement, his anticipation barely contained. He knew this was the moment he had been waiting for all night.

As the lights dimmed and the stage was set for you, Hyunwoo leaned forward, his eyes glued to the stage. The opening notes of your song echoed through the venue, and you appeared, leading your group with confidence and charisma.

"Here we go," Hyunwoo muttered, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

From the first beat, your performance was a spectacle. The choreography was sharp, the vocals powerful, and the energy electric. Hyunwoo couldn't help but cheer, his enthusiasm spilling over.

"Let's go, y/g/n,’’ he shouted, jumping up and down. His eyes were locked on you, the main rapper, commanding the stage with your presence.

"Hyunwoo, calm down," Minjae, Xikers' leader, whispered urgently, grabbing his arm. "Remember the cameras."

"Sorry, sorry," Hyunwoo said, trying to contain his excitement. But it was impossible to sit still. You were incredible; your rapping was flawless, and your stage presence was magnetic. He felt like a fanboy at his first concert.

"Wow, they're really good," Yechan said, nodding in approval. The other members murmured their agreement, clapping along to the beat.

When your rap verse came up, Hyunwoo leaned even closer, his eyes wide with admiration. Your flow was impeccable, each word hitting with precision and power. He was completely mesmerized, unable to look away. He cheered, earning funny looks from other idols nearby, but Hyunwoo was beyond caring. He watched in awe as you executed a particularly difficult part of the choreography, culminating in a flawless flip. The move was perfectly timed and executed, leaving the audience stunned for a moment before erupting into cheers.

"Did you see that?!" Hyunwoo exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. "She's amazing!"

"We saw it," Hunter said, chuckling. "You're not the only one here, you know."

"You need to calm down," Minjae insisted, though he couldn't hide his own smile. "You're going to give us away."

As the performance continued, Hyunwoo kept cheering, his enthusiasm infectious. The other members clapped and nodded along, clearly impressed by Seraphine's talent and energy, but Hyunwoo's reactions were on another level.

When the performance ended with a powerful finale, the audience erupted into applause. Hyunwoo was on his feet, clapping and cheering loudly.

"Alright, fanboy, sit down," Minjae said, chuckling, pulling Hyunwoo back into his seat. "You're making a scene."

"Sorry, I can't help it," Hyunwoo said, grinning from ear to ear. "They were just so good."

"They really were," Junmin agreed, giving Hyunwoo a playful nudge. "But you need to dial it back a bit."

As you and your groupmates took your bows and left the stage, Hyunwoo couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Knowing how hard you must have worked to deliver such an incredible performance, he felt a swell of pride and admiration for you.

"Hyunwoo, you looked like you were about to run up there," Yujun teased, laughing. "I thought Minjae was going to have to tackle you."

"I wouldn't have gone that far," Hyunwoo protested, though he couldn't hide his excitement. "But seriously, they were amazing."

Minjae shook his head, though his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "Just remember, we're here as professionals. Try to keep it together."

"I'll try," Hyunwoo said, still buzzing with excitement. "But it's not easy when you're watching the best group out there.’’

The ceremony continued, the atmosphere filled with excitement and celebration. As you sat with your groupmates, you couldn't help but steal glances at Hyunwoo. Every time your eyes met, it felt like a jolt of electricity. He was so close, yet so far, his presence almost magnetic.

Hyunwoo, meanwhile, was doing the same. Despite his confident demeanor, he couldn't stop himself from looking in your direction. Each time your eyes met, he quickly looked away, trying to maintain his composure or clearing his throat to keep his thoughts in check. His bandmates noticed and began to tease him, making it even harder for him to focus.

"Hyunwoo, you're staring again," Minjae whispered, nudging him. "Get it together."

"She's looking at me too," Hyunwoo muttered, his voice low. "I can't help it."

‘’Hyung, just talk to her after the ceremony," Hunter suggested, smirking. "You're always so confident. What's stopping you now?"

"Yeah, Hyunwoo," Junmin added with a grin. "Where's that cocky attitude when you need it?"

Hyunwoo glared at them but couldn't hide his blush. "Shut up, guys"

On your side, Minji leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘’Y/n, he's totally into you."

"Yeah," Sooyoung agreed. "You keep staring at each other. Just go talk to him after this."

"I can't," you whispered back, feeling your cheeks heat up. "It's not that easy."

"Come on, y/n’’ Yura teased. "You're always so confident on stage. Use some of that now."

The ceremony eventually concluded, and everyone went to the grand ballroom for the after-party. The room was beautifully decorated, with sparkling lights and elegant decorations creating an enchanting atmosphere. The music was lively, and idols mingled, congratulating each other and enjoying the celebration.

You found yourself standing near the edge of the room with your groupmates, a glass of sparkling water in your hand. Across the room, you saw Hyunwoo with Xikers, his presence impossible to ignore. He looked as confident as ever, but you could tell from his occasional glances your way that he was just as nervous.

"Now's your chance," Minji said, gently pushing you. "Go talk to him."

"I can't," you protested, shaking your head. "What if he doesn't want to talk to me?"

"Are you kidding?" Sooyoung laughed. "He's been staring at you all night. Of course, he wants to talk to you."

Meanwhile, Hyunwoo was getting similar encouragement from his bandmates. "Hyunwoo, go talk to her," Minjae said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "You've been acting like a lovesick puppy all night."

"Yeah, go," Jinsik  added. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"I don't know," Hyunwoo mumbled, trying to look nonchalant. "I'm just...waiting for the right moment."

"The right moment is now," Junmin said firmly. "Stop overthinking it."

Despite the encouragement, neither of you made the first move. Instead, you continued to steal glances at each other, the unspoken connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The teasing from your groupmates only made it more difficult, but you couldn't muster the courage to cross the room.

"You're hopeless," Minji sighed, shaking her head. "Both of you."

As the night went on, the music slowed, and a more intimate atmosphere settled over the ballroom. Couples and groups began to drift onto the dance floor, swaying to the soft, melodic tunes. You stood with your groupmates, watching as people danced and chatted. You and your groupmates from Seraphine were making your way across the room towards the bar, chatting and enjoying the celebratory atmosphere. You were in high spirits, still buzzing from the excitement of the evening.

As you walked, you noticed Xikers gathered in a small circle, talking and laughing. Hyunwoo stood with a drink in his hand, looking as confident as ever, though you could see the occasional glances he threw in your direction.

Sumin, one of Hyunwoo’s bandmates, noticed your group approaching. He saw an opportunity and decided to act on it. "Hey, Hyunwoo-ya’’ Sumin said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"What?" Hyunwoo asked, turning towards him, but Sumin gave him a firm push before he could react.

Caught off guard, he stumbled backward, and his drink flew out of his hand, splashing all over you. You gasped in surprise, the cold liquid soaking through your dress.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" Hyunwoo exclaimed, his face flushing with embarrassment. He immediately grabbed some napkins from a nearby table and started dabbing at the stain on your dress. "I didn't mean to—"

You looked down at your dress and up at Hyunwoo, your heart racing. "It's okay, really," you said, trying to reassure him. ‘’It was just an accident."

Hyunwoo shot a glare at Sumin, who was standing a few feet away with a satisfied grin. ‘’I hate you," Hyunwoo mimed to Sumin.

Sumin just gave him a thumbs up with his signature smile and mouthed, "Your chance to talk to her."

Minji, who had been walking beside you, quickly came to your aid. "Are you alright, y/n?’’

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, taking the napkin from Hyunwoo and continuing to dab at the stain. "It’s just a little spill."

Hyunwoo was clearly mortified, his usual confident facade cracking. "I'm really sorry," he repeated, his voice earnest. "Let me help."

"It's okay," you said again, smiling to show you weren't upset. "I appreciate it."

You could see the genuine remorse and embarrassment in his eyes, and it made you feel a strange combination of sympathy and excitement. Here was the confident Hyunwoo, looking flustered and nervous because of an accidental spill.

"I'm really sorry," Hyunwoo said, his voice earnest as he continued to dab at your dress with a napkin. "Let me make it up to you. Can I get you a drink?"

You smiled, appreciating his effort to fix the situation. "Sure, I'd like that. A sparkling water, please."

As you walked together to the bar, your heart pounded with a mix of nerves and excitement. You stole a glance at Hyunwoo, noticing how handsome he looked up close. His usually confident demeanor seemed slightly shaken, and it made him even more endearing.

At the bar, Hyunwoo ordered your drink and handed it to you, his fingers brushing against yours. The brief contact sent a shiver down your spine. "Thanks," you said, taking a sip. "So, enjoying the party?"

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes meeting yours. "It’s been great, but it definitely got more interesting."

You laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Interesting is one way to put it."

As you continued to chat, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Hyunwoo. There was something about the way he looked at you, his gaze intense yet soft. It made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t experienced before. You could tell he was attracted to you, and the feeling was mutual.

"Your performance tonight was amazing," Hyunwoo said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You’re an incredible rapper."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "I was really impressed with Xikers too. You always bring such great energy to the stage."

Hyunwoo smiled, a bit of his confidence returning. "We try our best. Actually, I’ve been a fan of y/g/n for a long time. Ever since I saw you, I was hooked right away-‘’

The words slipped out so naturally that it took a moment for both of you to register what he had said. Hyunwoo's eyes widened slightly as he realized his confession, and he quickly added, "I mean, I really admire your work."

You felt a thrill of delight at his admission. Playing it cool, you raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh? So I’m your bias, huh? That's quite an honor."

Hyunwoo blushed, but he couldn’t help but smile. He nervously scratched the back of his neck, trying to regain some composure. "Yeah, I guess I kind of let that slip."

Feeling a surge of confidence you hadn’t expected, you leaned in a bit closer. "Well, I’m flattered. It’s not every day I hear that from someone as talented as you."

Hyunwoo chuckled nervously, clearly flustered. He was not used to being flustered. "I just... I think you’re amazing, YN. Not just as an artist, but as a person."

"Is that so?" you said, enjoying how he was stumbling over his words. "You don’t know me that well yet, though »

"I’d like to change that," he replied, his voice gaining more confidence. "If you’d give me the chance."

You couldn’t help but smile at his determination. "Maybe I will. But you have to work a little more for it."

Hyunwoo grinned, his cocky demeanor starting to show. "I’m up for the challenge. I always get what I want."

"Oh, do you now?" you teased, feeling the playful banter energize you. "We’ll see about that."

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "I guess we will,’’ he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, Hyunwoo," you began, leaning in slightly, "do you always make such a strong impression on everyone you meet, or am I just special?"

Hyunwoo chuckled, though you noticed a slight tremor in his voice that betrayed his nerves. He wasn't used to feeling this way, especially not around women. Normally, his cocky confidence carried him through any interaction, but something about you made him feel different—more vulnerable, more real.

"Well," he said, his smile widening, "I like to think I have a certain charm. But with you, it’s different. I actually feel a bit...nervous."

You arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "Nervous? You? That's hard to believe."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, it's not something I’m used to. But you have this way of making me feel like I have to step up my game."

You felt a thrill at his admission. Knowing that you had this effect on him made your confidence soar even higher. "Well, I’m glad to know I’m not the only one feeling that way."

Hyunwoo's eyes softened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "So, what else makes you nervous, y/n? Or is that a secret?"

You laughed, enjoying how he was trying to dig deeper, to get to know you beyond the surface. "I guess you’ll have to find out, won’t you?"

"I’m looking forward to it," he replied, his gaze intense. Despite his nerves, he was doing a good job of hiding it, projecting the same charismatic confidence that made him so captivating on stage.

The conversation flowed easily, with both of you exchanging playful banter and subtle flirtations. Each line, look, and touch of your hands as you received your drinks felt charged with an electric tension that neither of you could deny.

"I have to say," you said, sipping your drink and meeting his eyes over the rim of your glass, "you handle being flustered pretty well. Are you always this good at hiding your nerves?"

Hyunwoo smiled, his confidence shining through despite the butterflies in his stomach. "Let's just say I'm good at keeping my cool. But you...you have a way of getting under my skin."

"Under your skin, huh?" you teased, feeling a thrill at the way he was opening up to you. "Maybe that’s a good thing."

"It definitely is," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "You're not like anyone I’ve ever me.’’

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks, but you chuckled and shook your head. ‘’Smooth talker.’’

He lift his hand in mock surrender. ‘’Hey, it’s true.’’ 

As the evening wore on, the room around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own world. The initial nervousness had given way to a genuine connection, a sense of mutual respect and attraction that felt both exciting and comforting.

You continued to flirt, the playful banter turning into deeper, more meaningful conversation. Hyunwoo's cocky exterior softened, revealing a more genuine, earnest side that drew you in even more. And as you talked, you felt your own confidence growing, fueled by the knowledge that someone as incredible as Hyunwoo saw something special in you.

Hyunwoo had grown more confident as the evening progressed, his usual arrogance slipping back into place. Yet, as the moment to part ways approached, he found himself battling a new wave of nervousness. He wanted to ask for your number but felt an unfamiliar knot of anxiety in his stomach.

"So," he began, trying to sound casual, "I've had an amazing time talking with you tonight."

"Me too," you replied, smiling warmly. "It’s been really great getting to know you."

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "I’d love to stay in touch. Maybe we could hang out sometime, you know, when our schedules aren't so crazy."

You felt a flutter of excitement at his words. "I’d like that," you said, your smile widening. "I really would."

Hyunwoo hesitated for a moment, then took the plunge. "Can I, uh, have your number maybe? I mean, if that’s okay with you."

Just as he asked, Minji appeared, a playful smirk on her face. "There you are, y/n. We need to get going. Early schedule tomorrow, remember?"

You nodded, feeling a bit disappointed that the night was coming to an end. "Of course, Minji, I'm coming."

Turning back to Hyunwoo, you saw the hopeful, slightly nervous look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at how genuine he was being. "Here," you said, taking out your phone. "Let’s exchange numbers."

Hyunwoo’s face lit up with relief and excitement. He quickly handed you his phone, and you both typed in your contact information.

As you handed back each other’s phones, he gave you a confident smile, though you could still see the lingering nervousness in his eyes. "I’ll text you," he said, his voice steady but soft.

"I hope you do," you replied, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks.

Minji watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying seeing her friend so happy. "Alright, lovebirds, time to wrap it up."

Hyunwoo laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Goodnight, y/n. And Minji," he added with a respectful nod.

"Goodnight, Hyunwoo," you said, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. "Talk to you soon."

As you walked away with Minji, you felt a surge of happiness. The evening had turned out better than you could have ever imagined.

Once you were out of earshot, Minji couldn’t resist teasing you. "Look at you, getting all cozy with Hyunwoo. I never thought I'd see the day."

You laughed, nudging her playfully. "It just sort of happened. He’s really sweet."

"And nervous," Minji pointed out. "Did you see how he fumbled asking for your number?"

"But that was adorable, though," you admitted, feeling your heart flutter at the memory.

Meanwhile, Hyunwoo watched you walk away, a triumphant smile on his face. Despite his initial nerves, he had managed to ask for your number, and it felt like a huge victory. As he rejoined his bandmates, they immediately started teasing him.

"Look at that grin," Junmin said, laughing. "Did you get her number?"

"Yeah, I did," Hyunwoo replied, his confidence returning in full force. He had a slight smirk on his face.

"Nice job, man," Sumin said, giving him a thumbs up. "Told you it was your chance."

"Thanks, guys," Hyunwoo said, still basking in the glow of the night. "Now, let's get back to the party."

[ginxyy]

Steal the show

You'll be one and baby I'll be two Would you mind it if I said I'm into you?

The gentle hum of the plane’s engines mingles with your racing heart as you descend back to familiar ground after another whirlwind of shows. The familiarity of lingering airport smells, mingling with the excitement of overseas travel, wraps around you like an old coat as you navigate the terminal. You could barely contain the swirl of emotions that churned within you. It felt electric, a tingling awareness that something monumental was about to happen. Little did you know, destiny was about to weave a tapestry of moments that would shift the very fabric of your life.

You think of Hoshi, your childhood best friend whose laughter is as infectious as the sun’s rays on a summer’s day. You can still remember the first time you two sang together, the way his voice effortlessly harmonized with yours. Over the years, the two of you carved paths through the music industry, despite the inevitable distance that fame constructed between you. Hoshi, with the charm and stage presence of a true star, became an irreplaceable member of SEVENTEEN while you blossomed as a solo artist. Though your schedules often found you tangled in commitments, your friendship remained steadfast, a lighthouse in life’s tumultuous seas.

You chuckle softly at memories of inane jokes shared between you; jokes that hinted at an undeniable chemistry. “You two should just date!” fans would tease, their laughter echoing through social media and looming in the background of your interactions. You and Hoshi would laugh it off, dismissing the idea lightheartedly, but deep down, the mountains of unspoken words piled quietly between you like dust on a forgotten bookshelf.

But love, as you’ve learned, has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. A few weeks ago, your world tilted ever so slightly when rumors spread that Hoshi was dating someone. You’d tried to brush it off, convinced that his happiness was all that mattered. Yet, every time you saw pictures of him smiling with another girl, it felt like tiny shards of glass in your heart, each photo a painful reminder of what might have been. The acknowledgment of your feelings was overwhelming; you’d been so busy denying your heart’s whispers that you hadn’t even noticed its steady crescendo.

In a moment of vulnerability, you turned to your music, pouring the tumult of emotions into a cover of "Steal the Show" by Lauv. The lyrics echoed your feelings of devotion and longing, of wanting him to shine, even if it was without you. With shaky hands and a hopeful heart, you recorded the video, pouring your soul into the melody and posting it on Instagram, a silent confession to him, an expression of everything you hadn’t yet had the courage to say aloud.

And then, you landed. You felt the earth solidify beneath your feet, yet your heart raced, a wild stallion awaiting its master. You stepped through the airport gates, filled with anticipation and worry. Had he seen your cover? Did he know how you felt?

That’s when you see him, standing at the arrival gate, his familiar silhouette instantly igniting warmth within you. Hoshi’s eyes, those dark pools filled with laughter and love, lock onto yours, and for a brief moment, the world feels still. Your breath catches in your throat as he rushes toward you, his grin electrifying the air between you. You can hardly believe this moment is real, a sweet alignment of cosmic forces designed to bring you two back together.

And then, before you can conjure any words, before you can even think about how to filter this burgeoning love into a gentle confession, Hoshi is upon you, his arms wrapping around you tight, grounding you in a way you only thought possible in dreams. The kiss comes unexpectedly, yet feels inevitable, soft yet fervent, as if the world around you melts away, leaving just the two of you intertwined in a space of togetherness.

“I love you,” he breathes against your lips, pulling back just enough for you to see the intensity of his gaze. “I’ve loved you this whole time.” The admission hangs in the air, shimmering with the promise of everything yet to come.

Your eyes widen in shock, and an avalanche of feelings crashes over you; joy, relief, and the thrill of acceptance flood your heart. All those times you’d dismissed the teasing comments, all those decades of friendship have led to this moment how could you have missed it?

“Hoshi, I—”

But he cuts you off, a finger on your lips silencing your need to explain, to unravel the threads of your emotions. “Just let me say what I couldn’t during all those years,” he softens, his features transforming with sincerity, and you feel the walls between you collapse. “You’ve always been my star. I’ve watched you shine, and there was never anyone but you. You don’t understand how much it hurt to see you with someone else, even if it was just a thought. I want us to be more than best friends.”

Every heartbeat feels like a punctuation mark in this newfound connection. You nod slowly, absorbing the reality of his words, of your own feelings now flooding your consciousness like a river breaking its banks.

As laughter spills from your lips, warm and bright, Hoshi’s gaze softens. “So, what do you say? Let’s steal the show together.” He takes your hand, fingers interlacing comfortably, a promise etched in the gentleness of his touch.

You squeeze his hand tightly, your heart filled with an incandescent joy. “Okay, let’s do it.”

In that crowded airport, where strangers pass like waves brushing the shore, you find your voice, your rhythm, harmonizing perfectly with his amidst the chaos of the world. You had both come so far, yet here you stood together, ready to face the world, no longer just friends but something far greater a love story waiting to bloom.

[skzhua]

BESTIE SJSJSJ FIRST IMMA SAY YOUR ANGST WITH THE HAPPY ENDS? ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL LIKE IVE READ PLENTY AND NEVER COULD FIND ONE THAT SCRATCHED MY ITCH (or whatever they say)😭 SOOOO I SAW UOUR REQUESTS WERE OPENED AND I RAN HERE😭😭😭 i don't have a very ... Particular request like idk the exact word but it's basically just a smol thought you can write if you like💀

So basically stumbled upon a video of Binnie talking about how memebers are when angry and him sayin all it takes for him to calm down IS ANY SORT IF PHYSICAL TOUCH

Simply shakes me to the core every time I think about him being putty in my hands 🫦🫦 (no calling me out for being delusional i will police and jail)

Idek know how to base an entire one shot around just this tiny thing so let's just pretend i was gushing if you can't either 💀💀💀

The Three Times Changbin Got Mad, and the One Time He Didn't

MASTERLIST

Pairing Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: Like you said, extremely hard to base off an entire imagine just from this so I'm sorry if this is shitty. I tried real hard for inspiration to come but Changbin is such a soft person in my mind that I genuinely can't wrap my head around him getting angry lmao. I hope this does the trick!

In the few years you had been dating the man, Changbin liked to consider himself as a calm person. In fact, he only got angry a few times. But those few times were intense.

one.

JYP criticized his song. By then, it was no surprise to anyone that Changbin had some dislike towards his big boss. However, it was not the first time he got some harsh reviews on a demo. So why did this one in particular made him especially pissed? Because he wrote it about his lover, you.

When he wrote it, he hadn't seen you in days and missed you terribly. He gave his all to this song as he arranged and composed it only a few days after writing it. Once you finally found the time to see each other, he was so proud to show it to you. Of course you loved it and almost cried because, come on, how sweet is it that your boyfriend loves you so much that he makes a song about you?

Apparently, it was not enough to be released as an SKZ-RECORD.

"Is it the melody? I could change the hook for-" Changbin started, but Chan put his hand on his shoulder as to stop him from speaking any more.

"It's not just the melody. The lyrics are very explicitly directed to a significant other and some fans might react poorly to it. Plus, it doesn't sound like the kind of music you'd release. Your tone is too soft unlike usually."

Changbin was baffled. "Too soft? What about it? Do you expect me to sing about the love of my life while growling?"

Chan felt the tension growing. "Bin, it's not-"

"You think it's bad too?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say that but-"

"No, I get it." he cut him off again. "Thank you both for the feedback."

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, heading straight to the gym. It was the only he thought of letting out the build up rage his coworkers had caused. Music blasting in his headphones, doing his nth squat, he still couldn't calm down. As he dropped his dumbbell in front of him, his attention was drifted to the door opening to his left. Jisung stood there with a small smile. Changbin removed turned off his music and greeted the younger man with a wave. Jisung dropped his things in the corner of the room where the lockers were located before he joined him.

"You started without me?"

Changbin nodded, sweat dripping on his face. "I left the company early."

"Chan told me."

Not wanting to discuss about what had happened, he turned his music back on and went on with his workout. Jisung got the message and didn't bother him any further. They exercised together in silence.

An hour later, they left to go back home. It was no surprise for anyone when Changbin didn't take the time to greet Chan when he walked in the dorm as he went straight to his room. He pulled out a bag and then dialed your number.

On your side, you were doing nothing but watching a movie. Not having gotten the proper sleep for a while, you were dozing off easily. The ring coming from your phone woke you up immediately. Recognizing the contact picture of your boyfriend, you wasted no time to answer.

"Hey." you answered with a yawn.

"Hey." Changbin said softly. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." you chuckled. "What's up?"

He sighed in hesitation. "Can I come sleep at your place tonight? Something happened at work and I can't seem to calm down."

"Of course you can, but I might be already asleep when you come."

"It's fine with me, I just need a break from the guys for a bit."

Although he couldn't see, you smiled sadly. If he needed a break from the boys, it meant something really bad happened. Otherwise, he would try to fix things instead.

"Alright. If I don't answer the door, just come in, okay?!

And that's what he did. He did argue a bit with Chan whether it was a good idea sleeping at your place when they had an early practice the next day. Still, he left harshly and went to your apartment.

As you had predicted, you had fallen asleep already. His heart did get lighter at the sight of you, but he still had this knot inside of his stomach. In silence, he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

two.

Changbin was already having a bad day. Not having slept much the night before, he was most definitely exhausted. So when Minho pointed out that he did not do a move the right way, it only fed his anger.

"We've been doing this choreography enough times, you should be able to do it properly." Minho sighed. "Can I see it again?"

Changbin suppressed any sign of annoyance and did as told. And he made the same mistake again.

Minho shook his head. "Try again."

And again, same thing.

"I'm sorry." he apologized in a small voice.

"We have a showcase tomorrow, you are supposed to master the choreography." Minho exhaled. "Again."

And it was the same. Maybe having called you until late at night was not a good idea after all.

"What is it with you today? Stop think about Y/N and focus."

That reached Changbin's limit. He would take any criticism or even insults, but he would never accept someone bringing you up for no reason.

"You know I can do this move normally, can't we just move on?"

"I'm just saying if you weren't so distracted with her-"

Changbin scoffed. "Don't go there, Minho."

"Am I wrong, though? I get you have your own little adventure with her, but I still expect you to be doing this properly."

"We're only practicing."

"And we visibly need practicing here."

Chan walked to stand between the two men. "Alright, I think this is enough."

"Tell that to him." Changbin nodded his head at Minho.

"I'm sorry for wanting us to be at our best."

"So the best would be for me to break up with Y/N and miserably work non-stop here?"

Minho's jaw clenched, Changbin could see it. The lack of answer was his cue that he had enough of the day. With a decided walk, he took his belongings and didn't forget to slam the door behind him.

He would have called you, but you had gone back to your parents' home for the weekend and he knew how much you missed them. So he went to the studio and drowned himself in his music. Oddly enough, he had enough inspiration to write a song. It was mostly spiteful so he would never actually put it out, but it did help. Still, even after hours submerged in sound mixing and some recordings here and there, he could get rid of the anger Minho had grown in his core.

He really wished you were there.

three.

Jeongin stole his protein shake. For anyone else, this was not an issue at all. However, Changbin took his workout very seriously. So much so that it was almost to the point he'd pass it before the members. In this case, it was definitely that.

"It's half empty." he said through the phone.

The younger man having left to start his day already, he tried his best to justify his action from afar. "I stayed over last night and woke up late, this was the only thing I could digest quickly for the day. Anyway, you told me you'd make me one at some point."

Changbin scoffed. "I told you I'd make you one on the day you stop being a little shit."

"Hey, I have been nice for quite a while now."

"Congrats? What do you want me to say? Jeongin, this was perfectly mesured for me to get through the day and I was running out of protein powder so I was kind of counting on this one for my diet."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"You could've asked at the very least."

"I said I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah right."

And he hung up, steam coming out of his ears as he stared at the shaker.

four.

The slam of the hotel room's door made your heart stop for a second. When your eyes laid on your boyfriend coming in, you calmed down immediately. Still, the look on his face didn't scream happiness and that perked some worry in you.

"Hey, baby." you said softly while he was taking his shoes off.

"Hi."

He didn't speak any more and dropped down on the chair opposite to where you were. You knew him better than anybody else but the expression on his face was unreadable. It was negative for sure but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"How was the concert?" you finally broke the silence.

"The usual." he answered boringly.

"The fans?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The usual."

Something was off and it annoyed the shit out of you. "Alright, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not taking this as an answer."

He sighed, already feeling defeated. He couldn't hide anything from you, even the slightest thing. He went up to you and sat on the bed.

"It's not that big of a deal but my mic was cut and I missed a whole rap verse."

You let out a breath. "That's a shame... They fixed it at least?"

"Yeah but I got nervous after and messed everything up. Chan was on my back for the rest of the night and it pissed me off. Like, I don't know, I was trying."

You shushed him quick by stroking his hand with your thumb. Instantly, you could see his whole body relax a little. You didn't need to ask for him to crawl next to you, allowing you to engulf him in a cuddle. Rubbing the sides of his body, you kept quiet as your sole goal was to comfort him.

Changbin felt his heart pound less and less as he melted under your touch. Affection has always worked on him as a way to relax but you were a special one. Your presence could be enough for him to forget about anything remotely frustrating. You were his safe space and he felt so much love for you, no shit he would calm down so fast.

"Thank you." he whispered with a smile.

"It's nothing. Now, how about I order us some food and we go to bed?"

He moved around so he could see your face and smirked. "Are you paying?"

"Don't push your luck, Seo."

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[undiscovered-horizon]

i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

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