#f***ed up fan fiction

[hippopotamusdreamer]

The 8 Times Stray Kids Protected/Cared for You

genre. A (semi-heavy), F , C

warnings. death threat (?), mention of you should die, loneliness, allergic reactions, stalking, being followed, belittling, skin picking, feeling like you don't belong

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, reader is aged between Hyunjin and Han, includes all members of Stray Kids, Reader is allergic, Lee Know as Minho in some parts

pairing. OT8 x 9th member

w.c. 13.4K

synopsis. A few separate instances that Y/N remembers within her time with Stray Kids

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This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

Chan had always been very particular with how his members were treated. Whether it be by the staff or by fans. He’d always kept an eye out for them. A protector of the highest caliber. Always keeping his children in line and away from harm to the best of his abilities.

Of course, when you joined Stray Kids, at the behest of one Park Jin Young, it was a little rocky to say the least. He was kind to you, they all were, but there was that underlying unease when it came to having a new FEMALE member. Not like you faulted them for it either.

On the contrary, you understood completely why they kept their distance for a while after officially meeting you. There were still some hardcore stans out there that always had that weird stigma with their idols and how they interacted with the opposite sex.

You just hoped your group could get passed that speedbump. To some degree, anyways.

Going public with everyone was a hard thing for your group to do at the beginning of your personal debut. Especially since it came months and months after the whole group was already established.

The backlash was insane.

You knew it was going to be a bad situation regardless. You weren’t stupid enough to believe it wouldn’t be. Even KARD went through something similar and they started off as a co-ed group. Message trucks were sent to JYPE and around Seoul calling for your departure from Stray Kids. Flower arrangements were placed at the front of the building itself with hurtful messages on each one.

There were even a few comments on SNS and other media outlets that still stuck with you to this day years down the line.

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It came to a head at the first fan meet and greet after the company stated that the group was now officially OT9. This was maybe 3 months in as a whole group, so everyone was pretty cordial with you. Still keeping a distance but at least they would acknowledge you even at the extent of a superficial conversation…

Being a girl, you obviously wouldn’t be able to get dressed and ready with the guys so there now had to be a designated dressing room solely for you. Your stylist and makeup artist had already finished your touch ups and so had left you to your own devices as they went to check on the others in the room next door.

It was lonely.

From your seat, you could hear the ruckus coming from the other room where the members were. The high-pitched giggles of Changbin, the yelling voices of both I.N and Felix. You could even hear the dulcet tones of Hyunjin getting onto someone.

It just made the silence in your room more poignant.

You wanted to join them, but you were scared of overstepping their boundaries. You could just feel their disdain for you whenever you stood near them. And you couldn’t help but emphasize that you GET. IT.

You did!

You weren’t there at the beginning of it all. You didn’t share in the hardships that they went through. Of when Felix and Minho were eliminated on Stray Kids Survival only for Chan to bring them back. You weren’t handpicked by the leader of the group. You don’t have that BOND.

But God did you wish you did. Instead you were chosen by the one guy that they like least of all. You were the pimple on an otherwise blemish free face.

So you sat, picking at your nails as your phone lit up on the counter in front of you. Grabbing the phone, you read the notifications that pop up on the screen.

@/LEEbitsgranma: Y/N should jst leave the grp alrdy, they don’t need her!!

@/LvrGirlSkZie: it’s all just for clout right?? Y/N is just using the boys when will JYP take action??

@/HyunsBbygrillll: I’m not saying Y/N should just d**, but,,,¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Your phone was getting hounded with notifications like these daily since, basically, the beginning of your introduction. You never replied to anything that was said and you never mentioned anything to the boys. Of course they had to have seen the signs in front of the building, but they never said anything to you. You didn’t want to cause them additional stress with your problems so you just endured it yourself.

Looking around you, you could just get a sense of loneliness inside your dressing room. Everything was still neat and in its designated place. There was a single standing rack with not even a third used for your clothes for the day. There were no pile of jackets and shoes in a corner, no trash from empty wrappers or drinks. No commotion as you just sat there in your chair quietly. It didn’t have that feeling that someone’s been there, it all just felt cold to you.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes and you tossed your phone back on to the counter to step out of the room. As you closed the door, you turn and made eye contact with I.N as he was about to step into his own dressing room, arms loaded with snacks. You go to greet him and possibly help him out with the door when he hurriedly continued on his way inside. He cried out in pain as his shoulder checked the frame.

The heavy door closed in your face.

You’re left to stand in the empty hallway, mouth frozen with a greeting stuck in your throat.

You pick at your nails unconsciously as you stood there, not sure where to look. You could feel the inside of your chest hurting at the blatant rejection from the youngest member of the group. Your mental health had really declined since this all started. And there were times when you’d just second guess yourself and thought about if this was the right thing to be a part of or not. But the legal fees alone would be a nightmare to deal with if you so much as tried to break your contract.

An unknown amount of time had passed since you stepped out of your room. The hallway empty in all that time you were out there, one of your fingers stung from how long you picked at the skin around your nail. Your dissociative state being disrupted as the same door I.N walked in through had Chan stepping out of it instead.

“Oh, Y/N, ” he greeted. “I was just coming to get you. Are you alright?”

“Huh?”

He just points at your hand. Seemed you picked yourself enough to make the skin around your nail to bleed a bit.

“Oh! Um…,” you hid your hand behind your back. “Yeah, I just came out to find a Band-Aid.”

“The stylists usually have some in their box for emergencies. The guys are all done changing so you can come get one from them.”

He turned to have you follow him but you shout to stop him.

‘THIS IS A BOUNDARY.’

Your mind yelled at you. You could not step into their space no matter what. You will not bother them in their safe space.

“It’s fine. It- um, I don’t even need one really, see?” you made a show of wiping the few drops of blood on your dark pants, willing no more blood to appear. When none did, you wiggled your fingers at him, forced smile on your face to urge him to believe you. “Look see, all better.”

He glanced at your hand before looking up at your face. He stared few minutes longer before slowly nodding his head in acceptance.

“Ok. I came out to come get you anyways.”

“Me?” You swear if you had any type of animal ears, they would have perked up at being looked for.

“Yeah, the meet and greet is about to begin. We’re about to start heading down to the area right now.”

“…Oh, right. Ok.” If Chan saw the disappointment on your face, he didn’t say anything about it.

At that, the boys started filing out of the room from behind him.

“Let’s go best leader!” I.N said, trying his best to speak in English. The coos following from every one of the guys was immediate. You smile at how well they were with each other, the pang in your heart slight at their connection.

You go to follow when you pat down your pants looking for the missing weight of your phone. Quickly, you remembered that you had left it in your room. Spinning around, you almost collided with Chan as he was following right behind everyone.

“What’s wrong?” He asks looking over you to make sure you were ok.

“I left my phone on the counter, I was gonna go grab it.”

“I got it,” he waved you off. “Go on with the others, I’ll be right behind you.”

“…You sure?”

He just nodded and gently motioned for you to go on. After a few seconds of hesitation on your part, you thanked him and trail after the boys who were way ahead of the two of you.

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You were standing off to the side of everyone as you all waited for the go ahead from the staff members in charge. It was a small location, probably 350 people max allowed inside. They had decided to downscale this fan meeting “just in case”.

They never out right stated what the “in case” part was but everyone knew.

Chan came back not long after, face unreadable as he handed you your phone back. Thanking him again, you tucked it into your back pocket, not waiting to see what other messages you could have gotten while it was out of your sight. He goes off to talk to one of the managers and you’re left alone again, the boys interacting within themselves.

You begin to pick at your skin again.

“Y/N-ah,” Chan called out to you as he went back to your group by the door. Turning to him you give him a questioning look.

“You’re going to sit next to me today ok?”

Normally for fan meetings, idols were placed however they wanted. Since you were new, typically you had been at the end of the line as to not break apart any STAYs’ member pairings. A majority may not have liked you right now, but a few of them weren’t so bad so you hadn’t wanted to get on their bad side. You were told before that Chan was going to be at the edge this time around so it wasn’t really much of a difference to you.

Nodding, you both heard STAYS beginning to yell as someone on the microphone was heard introducing Stray Kids. The doors open and you fix a smile on your face as you all make your way out waving hello to the STAYs waiting.

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You don’t know what you had expected as you sat there staring down at the table before you. Chan had decided that the both of you were going to sit in the middle, him to your left and Minho to your right. On one hand, what surprised you was having your very own fan cam. It was kind of fun to see it following you like a little puppy. On the other hand, the amount of times, people just straight up skipped you in line was both humiliating and disheartening.

You’d tried to sit on your hands to keep from picking at them but subconsciously it just happened after the 5th time being skipped over. In your own little mental bubble, you didn’t notice the worried glances the older members shot each other when they noticed what was going on the first time.

A few STAYs did stop at you though. It wasn’t all rough. The first STAY you met that day would always be a fond memory for you.

“Hi, Y/N, nice to meet you!”

“Hi! Nice to meet you, too,” You, and everyone else around you, could feel yourself brighten up at the STAY in front of you as you gave them a tender smile.

“I’m nervous,” she goes on to say. “This is my first fan sign.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You say as you scoot a little closer in your seat. She leans in a little closer. “It’s my first fan sign, too.”

The both of you giggle at each other’s nervousness. The ice broken now that someone was willing to actually sit with you.

“I brought you a gift, it’s not much since I couldn’t afford anything after buying the ticket to come here. I just wanted to say that you’re doing an amazing job! Don’t listen to what people are saying online. They’re not real fans, I hope everything goes well for you this comeback and the ones after ok?”

You tried not to cry at the heartfelt words of the fan in front of you as she pulled out a little teddy bear from her bag. It was decorated with a little t-shirt that said “Bear-y Cool” on it. It had you immediately on your feet and leaning over the table to give her a hug.

The bear stayed with you throughout the rest of the meet and greet. Even when the staff would occasionally come by to clear the table of gifts that other STAYs had given the members, your bear was with you the entire time.

As time flew by it was now the ending lament and Chan didn’t hesitate to take the microphone.

“Hey guys,” his happy leader mode present as usual when sending STAY off.

“First of I just wanted to say that I’m so happy to have been able to meet and talk to so many of our fans today.” Everyone cheered and clapped, the flashing of cameras going off every now and then. “We had a great time with you all. This is the first time that we’re out meeting fans together as nine members. I do have to say though,”

The tension in the room shifted as Chan stared out into the audience. Him turning serious, watching the switch up was crazy from how happy-go-lucky he was a few seconds ago.

“I’m disappointed at how some STAYs having been acting online. What I saw today too, it really hurts my heart,” he said while grabbing at his chest. “Do you know what I hate the most? When people think that they’re trying to help but they’re actually not.

I know there are diehard fans out there that will say Stray Kids is eight members, but we’re nine now. And as long as Y/N-ah is here, we will always be nine. I know you guys are concerned about us, I understand that and we’re so grateful to you all, but you have to believe in us and what we’re doing. There’s no need to complain to the company or online, there’s no need to hate anyone for that matter. Stray Kids is nine members.”

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News of Chan defending you spread quickly the days following the meet and greet. The online bullying dropped significantly as a result. Trucks and flowers trickled until eventually they stopped showing up altogether. A few online messages still made it through but other fans quickly put a stop to it. And an official company statement was made addressing all the atrocious behaviors done to your person and the legal actions that would proceed going forward should more were happen.

Your nailbeds were looking a lot healthier nowadays, too.

Yes, Chan was definitely protective of his members. No matter who it was that was targeting them, he would stick up for them in a heartbeat. And if you or anyone else ever noticed that he usually called you Y/N-ah now, well no one’s going to bat an eye about it.

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I.N was a verbal protector. Fierce in his own right, especially for being the youngest of the group.

Months following The Fan Meeting™, as everyone now called it, the boys really tried to open up to you more and vice versa. You’d learned that I.N wasn’t disregarding you on purpose that day, he was just nervous to have a one-on-one conversation with you. With you being half foreigner, he wasn’t all that confident in speaking with you yet even though you told him you could understand Korean. Not well but certainly enough to get by. Then you had brought up the fact that both Chan and Felix were also foreigners.

He apologized promptly afterwards.

After that conversation, the maknae decided to have mini studying sessions when the both of you weren’t busy with practice or recording vocals. To help you understand the language better and for him to get better at speaking English in general. The two of you would sit near the corner of the practice room and just have a notebooks and flashcards spread out all on the floor. A few of the members would also stop by to check on you two as well.

“아침은 뭐 먹었어요?” you said as you practice your pronunciation. I.N would then correct your infliction at the end. You would repeat it three times to get it down before redoing your sentence. Him nodding as you did it right.

“Morning what I eat?” I.N in turn, to practice, his English.

Smiling slightly, you lightly shook your head no. “Very close, English and Korean switch subject, verbs, and objects around. Try it again.”

He paused to let the information sink into his brain. He concentrated for a few seconds before saying, “What did I eat for breakfast?”

You clap and grin brightly at him and as he got it down quickly. He reflected your smile as you praise him. “Yes! That was perfect!”

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It would continue like that until everyone was called back to continue practicing or it was time to leave. For weeks this went on, and the both of you got better with speaking and with each other. You still weren’t comfortable with interviews and usually you could get by without speaking too much.

It was about a month after the fan meet event when it all happened. There was this one interviewer who was just so invasive with his questions that he had directed towards you.

“Y/N-ssi,” you did not like the gleam in his eyes the entire time you all were there. Since the beginning of the interview, he just gave you a bad feeling. You were grateful you were sat in the second row behind I.N and Channie.

“Yes?”

“You’re from America, yes?” The interviewer started.

“That’s correct.”

“Are both your parents Korean?”

“…No, they’re not. My dad is though.” You were unsure where he was going with this. It wasn’t part of the usual line of questions interviewers would ask and guessing by the slightly confused faces of everyone in the room, they most likely weren’t vetted to be asked that day either.

“Ah, what a shame. Maybe that’s why you’re not as popular as your other members.”

That one took you aback. Processing was a hassle since he started to talk faster. As if making sure to trip you up.

“Uh—.”

He cuts you off.

“Does it make you angry? 당신은 STAYs에게 더 많은 attention 원합니까? Do you 그들을 원망합니까?”

He was speaking too fast for you to process his sentences at once. Though you knew enough to know he was basically talking down to you. All you could do was flounder in your seat as you had trouble mentally translating everything this man was saying to you. Basically spit firing everything so you couldn’t even get a word in even if you wanted to.

It was I.N who grabbed the microphone from Chan before the leader could step in on your behalf.

“Interviewer-nim, those are questions that are neither appreciated nor appropriate at any time. Your actions regarding one of my members is really disgraceful and rude. This is something that our managers will talk to your higher ups about. ”

“That’s—” Just as he did to you, I.N cuts him off mid-sentence.

“We expect an apology from you and your company for my noona within the next few days. This interview is now over.”

And with that he dropped the microphone onto the floor before grabbing your hand and walking out. Chan nodded his head in agreement, angry tick in his jaw, as the others follow behind the two of you, also voicing their grievances with the interviewer.

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Back in your designated dressing room, I.N was pacing back and forth fuming. You sat there, waiting for him to calm down on his own.

“He had no right to talk to you that way noona! He was being rude and hurtful and for what!?”

You couldn’t help but give a small smile at his little tirade. This was now the second time he’s called you noona and you won’t lie, it kind of makes you giddy for being honored in such a way by the maknae.

“He was,” you agreed from your seat on the couch. “And he most likely won’t be the last one to be rude to me or any of the others.”

He pulled a disgruntled face because he knew you were right.

“But,” you continued, I.N finally plopping down on the seat next to you. “I’m glad we’ll always have you there to have our backs like that. I deeply appreciate you standing up for me.”

You hesitated for a split second before you brought your hand up to pat his head softly. Delighted when he didn’t push you off.

There was a knock on your door before Chan popped his head in. Seeing both you and I.N inside, he fully stepped in.

“Hey, just wanted to check on the two of you.”

Looking at Chan then back to I.N you respond, “We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, after he apologizes,” I.N grumbled as he crossed his arms across his chest, managing to make both you and Chan chuckle at him.

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Suffice it to say, that interview never saw the light of day. You and your team also never worked with that interviewer afterwards either. And just as I.N wanted; an official letter of apology was sent to the company addressed to “Y/L/N Y/N of Stray Kids”. It sat framed in the dorm room to this day.

I.N being the one that had picked out the frame. It was there as a constant reminder of not letting anyone try to belittle you and continued to be with you for every moving day you’d had to make since then.

Yeah, you felt it in your entire being that I.N was fiercely protective of his members. And as his noona, you were just as fiercely protective of him too.

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If I.N was fierce, Changbin was silently reliable as a protector. For how loud he could be, he also knew when to just be there for you.

Though it was becoming less and less rocky with the group as time went on, you still felt like you could be in the way at times. Nothing crazy, but you did decide that to give them some space away from you at the dorm, you would either stay late in the practice room or go to the gym at night. It wasn’t for a long time, just an hour or two of extra time for yourself and that way the guys could have space to be “men” without the fear of you walking around.

It was going fine for the most part. You could arrange a Kakao taxi to drop you off at the apartment from the JYPE building if you stayed later than everyone. Or, if you happened to be at the gym you frequented, it was essentially located about 20 minutes from the shared dorm by walking.

You just had to count it as an extra form of cardio for your workout.

Chan and I.N would do a check-in if they felt you were out later than usual and you would respond back quickly as to not let them worry. Then you’d pack it up and head home.

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“Y/N-ah, are you gonna be in the practice room tonight?” Chan asked, everyone else wrapping things up for the night. He was sat in his studio chair, mixer spread behind him, lights flashing every now and then. You had no idea what any of them did.

“Not tonight Channie, it’s leg day. Gonna head for the gym.”

He nodded and told you to be careful before turning back to his abundance of buttons and dials. He was also staying late tonight.

You managed to make it outside when you got a text form I.N.

Little Maknae <3: u sure u don’t want to join gamerz night with me n Felix?

Smiling down at the screen you respond with an emoji declining his offer and told him good luck on their games.

Little Maknae <3: Noona, I’m playing w/Felix, I  need all the help I can get ㅋㅋㅋ

You rolled your eyes with a fond smile before sticking your phone away in your pocket. A sense of unease happened to wash over you though and you couldn’t help but look around to see if you spotted anything out of the ordinary. The sun was already starting to set on the day and the area looked clear for the most part.

Looking around one more time you brushed it off as your taxi arrived in front of you. Hopping inside you greeted the driver before confirming your location drop off. You hoped the feeling disappeared as he took off from the building.

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You were an hour and half into your set and that weird feeling just would not go away. The feeling in your gut caused you to bite at your lip in worry as you decided that you were done for the day. Calling it a night, you were mid-packing of your stuff when a guy you’ve never met before came up to you from seemingly out of nowhere.

Startled, you almost dropped your water bottle. An alarm bell began ringing in your head as you blinked at him. Something was not right and your instincts were screaming at you to get out of there.

“Hi,” he started, giving you a onceover. You were thankful that the leg press was between the both of you. “I’m not sure if you noticed but I’ve been working out next to you a couple of times now and I just wanna say you have such a good form.”

Sirens? Blaring. Heart? Pumping. And it wasn’t not due to the endorphins of a good workout.

“You’re so flexible when you stretch, too. I always tried to go as low as you do but I just can’t seem to manage. You make it look so easy.”

“Thank…you?” You’re not sure what to do. You know you should tell the staff about this dude’s creepy behavior but as of right now they were on the first floor and you were currently on the second. There was no one else around so you had to be even more careful because who knew just what he was capable of. You were both the same height but that could only take you so far.

“Um…well I have to go now,” reaching down to grab your bag, he put his hand over yours to stop you. Boy do you stop, practically frozen in your spot.

“Wait, you’re going now? Your sets usually last for a little bit longer don’t they?”

“Yeah but uh, I…have an early day tomorrow so I have to leave,” managing to pry yourself away from him, you took a step back.

He stared at you without blinking before he broke out into a smile. “Right, you’re probably busy tomorrow. It was so great to finally talk to you. I remember when you first started to come here, you had no idea what you were doing.” He laughed as if you two were just the best of friends sharing an inside joke. “Alright well I’ll let you head out, I’ll catch you in two days for your next session, ok?”

Before you can respond, he left with a wave and you’re finally alone. Hastily, you head downstairs to talk to one of the staff members in charge. The guy was already gone by the time you had made it to the front desk. They couldn’t do much since the guy didn’t actually assault you but they took down your statement and his description to warn the other team members to keep an eye out for him.

You didn’t feel comfortable leaving the gym immediately only because you weren’t sure if he was waiting outside for you or not. Instead, you stayed in the locker room for an extra 35 minutes, procrastinating with the sauna and a shower. Anything to keep you inside for a bit longer.

You’d tried calling Chan and I.N yet neither picked up. You knew it was a long shot with both of them being busy tonight, but you had to try either way.

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By the time you felt okay enough to leave the safety of the building, it was nearing 11 pm and you were hungry. There was a CU that you would pass by somewhere along the halfway point when you walked home, you would probably stop there for a snack to go. Surely, the guy wouldn’t still be hanging around right?

You didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary like earlier so you went on with your routinely walk home. The familiar purple and green lights of the convenience store came into your view and you released a breath you weren’t aware of holding. Heading inside, the bell alerted anyone inside that someone came into the store. Greeting the tired looking university girl behind the counter, you head to the back towards the refrigerator section that had all the kimbap varieties.

You were stuck choosing between a tuna bacon mayo and a spicy pork one when the overhead bell dinged again and that uneasy feeling came back to you with a vengeance. Slowly, you glanced to the corner security mirror and in the reflection you could make out the same guy from the gym was now there. Your hands shook as you placed both snacks back down.

The guy headed down into the next aisle over from you and you swiftly walked to the clerk up at the front. You could only hope that what you were about to do worked because your options were already slim. Taking out your phone, you typed a message and presented it to the girl while asking her a question.

“Excuse me, is there a restroom that I can use here?”

There is a man following me, could you hide me somewhere?

She looked as if to deny you before looking confused after reading the message on your phone. The desperation in your face probably helped convince her that you needed help because she started nodding and motioning for you to come behind the counter. All the while keeping an eye out for the man in case he turned the corner.

“Yes, you can come this way.”

You sent her a thankful look as you followed her. She told you to remain in there and she’d let you know if he left or not.

You took out your phone again and clicked on a random name in your contact list. Hoping beyond hope that someone would pick up this late. It rang three times before someone answers.

“Hello?”

Seo Changbin.

Finally allowing yourself to be scared, your voice was quiet and shaky as you addressed him, “C-Changbin?”

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His concern is palpable even through the receiver.

“There’s a creepy guy that followed me from the gym. I tried calling Chan and Innie but they weren’t answering their phones. A-and I didn’t know what to do or who else to call…”

He cursed quietly and then you heard the rustling of keys on his end. “Where are you? Are you safe? Share your location with me and I’ll be there soon alright.”

“I’m safe for now, I’m in the employee office of the CU that’s 13 minutes from the dorm,” you do as he says and shared your location with him.

“Good, don’t move from there until I get you ok? I’m on my way.”

“Binnie…I’m scared…”

He was silent for a moment before his serious and reassuring tone could be heard over the line, “I know you are, but I promise he’s not going to do a thing to you you hear me?”

You nodded into your phone and waited for him to come to you. He didn’t allow you to hang up, wanting to be in constant contact with you while he shortened the distance between you two.

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Just as he promised, Changbin made it to your location in record time. By the time he arrived the guy had already left when he realized you weren’t in the store anymore. From what the worker explained to the both of you, the guy had come up to her asking if she had seen his girlfriend, aka you.

That made you visibly uncomfortable and Changbin put his arm around you in comfort. Changbin made sure to get the worker’s information and a recording from the store’s CCTV of when you entered the CU to when the guy left sent to his manager’s email. Then he reached out to your gym to get their CCTV recording, as well as a copy of your written statement against the man. He was going to make sure that this guy would not be allowed anywhere near you.

On the short drive home, he kept looking over at you to make sure you were ok.

“Why do you go to the gym so far from the dorm? The one I go to is a lot closer.”

“…I didn’t want to invade into your space.”

“My…? Huh!? Y/N-ah, from now on just come to the gym with me ok. It’s better than going at night by yourself. Safer too.”

“But—”

“Y/N-ah, you don’t know how worried I was when you called me. I don’t ever want to feel like that if I can help it. I never liked the fact that you went out at night but I wanted you to have time for yourself too. So, if that means I can now take you with me in the mornings, I’m all for it, this way I know for sure that you’re safe.”

All you can do is give a watery smile, his words making you feel warm inside after the mess of the night had been. You agreed, not because he didn’t give you much of a choice, but because the sincerity of his words really hit home.

“Also, I want to enroll you in some self-defense classes. As long as I’m around, I’ll have your back but this is for just in case purposes ok?”

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Chan and I.N managed to call you back soon after arriving back at the dorm with Changbin. Both nearly had a heart attack when he explained what had happened to you. They both calmed down slightly when Changbin explained all that he was planning to do with the information he received.

He immediately made a note to cancel your gym membership and put you on his gym family plan in the morning. He doesn’t force you to go with him but you can tell he would get excited when you do decide to join him. He always asked how your class were as he would usually be waiting outside the door for you when you get done, not wanting to interrupt your session. You never did see that guy again after that, you just hoped he wasn’t doing the same thing to some other poor girl.

Changbin also started taking up the habit of walking with you after that incident, that way you never had to do it alone. Even if it was just a quick trip to the convenience store, he would be the first to get up to go with you. And you never once stopped sharing your locations with each other after that night.

Of course, that’s just how reliably protective your Changbinnie was.

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Seungmin was one of the more quieter members of the group. Not in the bad why mind you, he just brought a sort of calm to the family function that you really enjoyed. He was also the more silent of the group when it came to protecting the others. Caring in the way that he observed rather than spoke. He was subtle in his actions. Didn’t outright say anything.

Just like everyone else, you came to learn that acts of service was definitely one of his love languages. The amount of times you’d caught him being kind to the members really made your heart melt. For all that he portrayed that he didn’t get along with the members of Stray Kids, you knew it was the complete opposite.

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It was awkward at first, as you sat across from Seungmin on the little couch that the staff provided. Both of you were shooting ‘Two Kids Room’. Neither of you were used to being the only two filmed together and not with the whole group. Yet, always the gentleman, as soon as you had sat down, Seungmin handed you a pillow for your lap and a blanket for your legs since you had been wearing shorts.

The staff had provided a few tubes of pringles to snack on and he read the tube and then immediately offered you the first chip of his newly opened can. Most likely checking if your allergen was present in the food.

As you kindly accepted his offer, it caused you to smile.

“Did you know I was scared of you all when I first joined,” you started out, popping the whole chip into your mouth.

“Oh, yeah?” he smiled as he ate one and then gave you another, probably thinking you were joking. Taking the snack, you nodded your head yes.

“Yeah, I felt like I was overstepping a lot by coming into the group so late.”

“Do you still feel like that?” A cute look of concern passed over his face, realizing this was something you were serious about. Subconsciously though, he continued to give you chips alternating with himself as he took one after you.

“Mmm, not as much as I used to,” you relay, nodding to yourself as you tried to get your thoughts in order. He waited patiently for you to continue speaking, not wanting to interrupt you.

“You actually helped me feel better about being here.”

“Huh, me?” He questioned surprisingly. You couldn’t help but giggle at his stunned face. The cuteness aggression he brought out of you was so real.

“How do I put this?” you pursed your lips in thought. “Your actions speak louder than words Seungminnie. Though you may not have realized it, they really do matter to us.”

His face flushed slightly at being addressed endearingly as such.

“Do you remember mmm,” you continued on, not acknowledging his reddened face lest he get more embarrassed. “I forgot what it was for, but we had to film all day while walking around Seoul. So we were constantly on the sidewalks when they weren’t driving us to the different locations.”

He made a noise of affirmation, still handing you food.

“Of course, you know there were times when I would be walking with someone else that day, but there were also a lot of times when I would be walking next to you. You always made sure that I was walking on the opposite side of where the road was. No matter what, it was like clockwork, if I had somehow found my way next to the busy road and you were nearby; you made sure to move me to the other side of you and away from traffic.”

“Really?” He said, surprised to hear what he did.

“Yeah, and you still do it to this day,” this particular chip being extra crunchy made the end of your sentence more prominent. You couldn’t help but giggle out the next sentence to see the reaction of your second youngest member. “I always thought that that was very manly of you.”

“Noona!”

That got a laugh out of you as he scoffed in embarrassment, pouting.

“I’m serious though,” you said, once again turning thoughtful. “You take care of us in quiet ways, Seungminnie.

It’s like when we get together to eat and somehow Channie always ends up cooking at some point or another? You always make sure him and I eat a few pieces first before eating yourself because you know that we would let the others eat before we do. Which, again, stemmed from me not feeling like I fit in with the group and is just so leader of one certain Bang Chan but ugghh,” you couldn’t help as your eyes got glossy at the memories that came to mind of how Kim Seungmin took care of you all silently. “It can be so frustrating because we want Chan to take care of himself, but he’s so steadfast in putting others before himself. Which isn’t a bad thing at all!

But you make sure to look out for Channie and every one of us all the time. Just like today, you made sure that I was comfortable before we even started filming this. You even gave me the first bite of your snacks. The amount of times you’ve made sure I wouldn’t fall when I had to wear new heels for a stage, I have no words to describe how that makes me feel. All I can say is thank you Seungmin, from the bottom of my heart, for taking care of us in the way you do. I see you; we see you. And we treasure you for everything you’ve done, what you haven’t done and for what you continue to do.”

By this point he was avoiding eye contact with you and staring up at the ceiling. He was quiet for a moment before he blew air out of his mouth, taking the occasional deep breath to calm himself.

Clearing his throat twice before starting his sentence, “I think about that kind of thought always, am I doing enough for my members? Am I helpful enough. All my members are precious to me, so I want to do well for you all. I’m always…,”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as he began to cry. You brought him in for a hug and pat his head lovingly as you rocked the both of you from side to side.

“You will always be enough for Stray Kids, Seungminnie. And for Stays, too, understand?”

“You too, noona. You’re enough for Stray Kids and Stays too,” he got out around a sniffle.

You hugged him tighter after that.

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When your episode of ‘Two Kids Room’ dropped, it had become one of the most watched episodes of the entire season. The other members immediately ganging up on the two of you with hugs that you each tried to run from. There was definitely a shift for the better in the group after that.

Since then, Seungmin had made an effort to seek you out when in a group setting. Making sure you were comfortable, safe, and not alone (unless you wanted to be). His subtle ways of protecting you and the others not changing but you wouldn’t want him to be any other way but himself.

It was like that one saying went.

If Kim Seungmin had a million fans, then you were one of them. If Kim Seungmin had ten fans, then you were one of them. If Kim Seungmin had only one fan then that was you. If Kim Seungmin had no fans, then that meant you were no longer on earth. If the world was against Kim Seungmin, then you were against the world.

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Just like Seungmin, Minho was an observer. He paid attention to everyone in his little makeshift family. What they liked and what they didn’t. He was member who you would categorize as a combination of subtle and dramatic when taking care of others.

He was the type to pick something up and lock it away mentally until it was time to use that information again. You weren’t sure if that was just the dance leader in him or if he was just Like That™. Most likely both if you were being honest.

It was surprisingly, or rather unsurprisingly, him who looked out for you first when you joined. It wasn’t how most would think either. It honestly took you off guard when it happened.

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All throughout your life you had been allergic to peanuts and walnuts. It wasn’t that much of a problem since you would simply avoid them whenever possible. Like those with a severe allergy, your skin would break out into hives and your throat would tighten up. If left untreated you could go into anaphylaxis shock and die.

Thankfully, after you first encounter as a child, you and your family were pretty vigilant about what contained the little devil nuts and what didn’t.

It was pretty traumatic for your parents when it had first happened. Imagine, little Y/N bumbling into the kitchen for a snack of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. A brand new treat for you to try, except the peanut butter tried to exact some kind of unknown revenge and kill you right after the first couple of bites?? Rude.

Suffice it to say, that new jar of peanut butter was thrown out as soon as you all made it home from the hospital.

It wasn’t something you advertised, just made sure restaurants understood whenever you went to eat somewhere new. You had your main spots you frequented so much, so they were already aware of your allergies. Those were your safe restaurants to eat back home in America.

But when you had left your home country to live with your grandparents and then moved to Seoul to pursue your dream career, it was a little touch and go in the new cities. Korea didn’t take nut allergies as seriously as they should since it wasn’t as common as it was in the west.

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The first thing JYPE did when you joined was take you to meet your new group who were all out for a meal that the company had set up. You had thought that when you accepted a position as a new vocal, you’d be put into an up-and-coming girl group. When you arrived at the restaurant though, only to see an established boy group, you hadn’t known what to think. The silence in the air was deafening in the loud restaurant.

“Introduce yourself,” your personal manager, Heejin, prompted.

“Yes, hello, I’m Y/L/N Y/N, 00’ line. I’m a vocal singer, nice to meet you,” you started partly in English with a bow. The managers had wanted you to sit in the middle of the table to break the ice, but you insisted that you were fine sitting at the end. When none of the guys had made a move to introduce themselves back, the managers did it for them. As one could imagine, it was awkward at best and unbearable at worst. The food hadn’t even arrived yet as you sat and fiddled with the chopsticks for your designated seat.

You were sat next to Minho and across from Seungmin, the quieter end of the table. Not that the rest was any better with no one knowing what to say. Most avoided looking at you, more than likely pissed at your presence altogether.

‘And with good reason,’ you thought to yourself.

While staring down at your hands to avoid their possible angry gazes, you noticed a hangnail on your index finger and you begin to pick at it. You jumped as a waitress began to place the side dishes on the table. The table thanked her and this caused everyone to finally stir slightly, now having small conversations with each other.

“We don’t mean to be rude Y/N-ssi. We just didn’t expect the company to pull this kind of thing on us,” Bang Chan said from his position at the other end of the table. The first to actually talk to you.

“Oh no, it’s ok. I understand, I didn’t know it was going to be like this either...”

Kimchi and myeolchi bokkeum were placed in front of you and you had to do a double take at the stir-fried anchovy and peanut dish. You could just feel your throat wanting to close by just looking at it. Subtly, you tried to push the dish away from you as far as possible without alerting anyone.

Minho must have noticed at one point because he moved the little side dish to his right and replaced it with the gaji-namul. Egg plant was a far better dish than peanuts. The meat finally came and everyone became livelier. Once ready, you waited for the others to get their pieces of meat first, not wanting to fight them for a portion immediately after being introduced. If you were back home, nothing would have stopped you from being one of the first to reach in that grill.

You sat picking at your rice bowl and sides as you watch Seungmin take a piece from your side of the grill to Bang Chan to try. Smiling at the sweet gesture, you couldn’t help but feel guilty by watching the tender moment between members. As if it was something you weren’t supposed to see. When Seungmin returned, most of the meat on your grill was gone and you decided to wait for the next round instead. You were picking up a piece of eggplant when a piece of meat was placed on your plate, looking up at Seungmin, he didn’t make eye contact as he continued to make a ssam for himself.

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That same night, after dinner, the group decided they wanted dessert and that a food truck was the best place to get it since it was already mid-November. You kept to yourself as you followed behind them. Upon arriving at the desired destination, you noticed that there were two vendors side by side. One was selling a few items such as eomuk tang, the delicious little fish cake soup, and hotteok. The other was just selling bungeo-ppang, your favorite little fish bread with no fish inside.

The smell alone at the first stall was enough to cause an irritant in your throat, one you tried to clear quietly. Moving upwind from the smoke, you waited patently as the others began to tell Changbin what they wanted. Him yelling back how they only liked him for his money.

You smiled at the scene once more from your little corner, happy that they could still goof around with each other with you around. Jeongin came up to you then and placed a cup containing a hotteok in your hands.

“You, eat,” he said in broken English, gesturing you to eat up before turning around to the others again. The warmth is great for your fingers but the walnut powder they used for this dessert would surely kill you. You had your epi-pen with you always but you didn’t want to use it if you could help it. You were unsure of what to do as you bit your lip in contemplation. There was a trash can next to the stall but everyone was around it and you didn’t want to be outright rude.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Minho cleared his throat next to you. “You want switchie? This choux cream.”

He held out the fresh fish bread to you. Smiling brightly, you thanked him as you nod vigorously and switch your cup with his wrapper. You munched happily on the little fish-pastry as he looked at you for a second longer than normal, just observing, though you put it out of your mind rather quickly.

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There were more instances like that as time went on yet somehow Minho was always there to help you out. No one else being none the wiser. Until he eventually came to talk to you about it and made it 100% clear how bad it could be if you were to consume peanut/walnut based dishes. You also explained how you didn’t mind not telling anyone about it, Lee Know just nodded, patted you on the head and walked away.

But maybe you should have.

A week later, at the dorm was when everything snowballed. It was slightly awkward, just like everything else at first, when you all had found out that you were moving in. Someone even had to switch rooms so that you could have a room to yourself.

Of course, you felt bad for that happening.

So there you were, in the kitchen with Lee Know and Felix, sitting at the table as they were preparing lunch. Lee Know was stirring something on the stove when Felix stopped chopping vegetables to open a small yellow sleeve of an unknown treat.

“Y/N-ssi, do you want to try a kook hee biscuit?”

“Cookie biscuit?”

“Yeah a kook hee buscuit,” he pulled out a little a little sandwich cookie for you try. As you reached for it, Lee Know appeared from where he once was and snatched it from Felix’s open palm only to then shove it into his mouth. The two of you looking at him perplexed at his actions.

“Hyung…?”

He didn’t say anything as he stared the both of you down. Stared you down. But you didn’t understand. Felix went to give you another one when Lee Know smacked that one on to the floor instead.

“What are you doing?” Felix says, getting a little fed up. He tossed another one to you only for Lee Know to miss catching it in air. You cheered as you grabbed it midair and shoved it into your mouth. You chewed the cookie in your mouth as Lee Know began to panic, he gestured for you to spit it out but you and Felix looked at him in confusion.

And then you realized your mistake as your mouth started to tingle. Lee Know grabbed the yellow wrapper from Felix and thrusted it in your face. It was enough for you to read that it was a peanut cookie. You sat shell shocked; your breathing coming out faster until Lee Know took your face in his hand and squeezed your cheeks for you to spit it out into his other hand. You do as he instructed but you could already feel your skin becoming itchy and your throat constricting.

“119,” you manage out.

“Huh?” Felix said now starting to worry at the scene before him.

“Call 119!” Lee Know yelled, following behind you as you ran to your room. You slip and stumbled into the living room catching the attention of Han and Jeongin, as they were the only two inside the apartment besides the three of you. Both of them looked confused as they saw you and Lee Know running, shortly followed by Felix who was on the phone. It took them a split second to decide to go after you all.

You were wheezing and coughing as time went on. You had kept your epi-pen safely secured in your bag in case of emergencies. Shaky were your hands as you took out the familiar yellow tube. Lee Know saw and took it from you as you laid against the bed, you could just vaguely hear Felix and Han on the phone with the paramedics as Lee Know and Jeongin struggled to read the pen.

You grabbed Lee Know’s hand and mimed a stabbing motion into your leg, he noticed how weak your grasp was. Understanding, yet horrified, he took the cap off and immediately stabbed the orange side down into your thigh through the pajama pants you had on. The click and instant relief in your throat letting you know it worked.

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Lee Know stayed with you in the hospital after the paramedics arrived to take you there. The other members found out from a freaked out Felix, Han and Innie and immediately tried to visit you. Lee Know stopped them from coming, wanting you to rest and not be bombarded with everyone at once. He knew it wasn’t possible but he always double checked that the food the hospital nurses brought in for you contained no traces of peanuts or walnuts.

It would be years later during a random SKZ CODE involving food that Lee Know would go ballistic because a staff member would fill the snack table with Gilim brand honey butter peanut snacks. You hadn’t even checked yet what was available to eat when he stormed onto the set and took all the snacks out of the room and into the men’s restroom to throw away just to make sure you wouldn’t go anywhere near them.

Yes, Lee Know was quiet when he wanted to be, but when he was making sure you were safe and alive, he could get fiercely protective.

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One would think Han would be loud with his actions when it came to caring for others. Probably yelling or laughing in some shape or form. But that’s not usually the case, he was more quiet in a sense.

Jisung was not one to draw attention to himself, his anxiety didn’t allow him to do that. Not one to take credit where credit was due for those instances. Slyly as he did it, like it was just second nature for him to do.

Knowing him, it probably was, too.

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You first found out about one of the little habits the young rapper had when at a different fan sign than your first. This time you were seated at the front of the line, the first to greet STAYs and Han happily sat between you and Chan.

You’d been fiddling with a sharpie in your hand from the nerves, since they never really went away no matter how many times you’d done this, so much that it had ended up slipping from your grasp and dropping onto the floor. When you had bent down to get it and back up, the crowd of fans were awing loudly. Turning to Han to figure out what had happened, you found he was in a deep conversation with Channie.

The fan meet started soon after that so you never had the opportunity to ask what happened.

When the fan cams got uploaded later on that night, it was then when you remembered what you had wanted to ask. Pulling up the feed, you quickly found the reason why STAYs were going crazy. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene on the screen.

While mid conversation with Channie, Jisung had reached over to your corner of the table and blocked the edge for you to not hit yourself. Only to then remove it as soon as the top of your head cleared the table.

Never once did he look in your direction. Just naturally moved his hand in place and back out again. It made you giddy enough to rewatch it three times afterwards.

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The next time his protective/gentlemanly nature popped out was after a MAMA performance. The stylists had decided to put you in a skirt with new heels to dance in which made you uncomfortable to do the choreography in. Somehow though, you’d managed to give a decent performance and as you were coming down from the stage, flashes from a variety of media outlets were going off everywhere.

Hyunjin had made sure to hold your hand and arm for stability when coming down the glossy steps. Jisung was very cool as he took off his coat and stepped down in front of the two of you. In one smooth motion, he turned around and opened the cloth to block the view of your legs from the cameras gazes. It was only a few steps downward but it meant a lot. Even when on floor level, he made sure to wrap his jack around you, not that it would fit completely, Mr. 70 cm waist and all, but it was the thought that counted.

“Thank you Ji,” you chuckle out.

But as always, he didn’t say anything about his actions, just smiled brightly, eyes disappearing behind his cheeks, and continued on to your table where Seungmin stood waiting for you to give you a blanket he acquired from somewhere.

Jisung insisted you keep his coat for the remainder of the night if you happened to feel cold at some point. You never did with the blanket on your lap, but you still kept it close by.

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It was on a trip to an early morning location shoot that something happened again. Instead of separate vehicles, everyone had been piled into a big van together. You had the fortune to sit by the window with Jisung to your left by the aisle.

As you were dozing in and out of consciousness, a few of the others were talking quietly amongst themselves. You had tried to join them at one point mid-conversation but your words were slurred and they giggled at your groggy state, urging you to go back to sleep.

You were the process of shifting in your seat to lay your head on Jisung’s shoulder when the driver called back to the group. Your auditory processors were not working well to understand what was being said since you were so out of it, but in the next moment Jisung had thrown his arm over your chest to prevent you from going forward as the van came to quick halt.

You jolted awake as you all pitched forward in your seats. Stopping only because of the seatbelts.

“Ji?” you cried out, scared at the sudden disruption to your less than perfect slumber. Grabbing ahold of his arm in a panic, he quickly turned to calm you down.

“No, it’s ok, you’re ok.”

“Is everyone else ok?”

“Yeah, everyone’s fine, you’re fine.”

Obviously, you couldn’t go back to sleep after that, no matter how much Jisung tried to reassure you. Stopping like that would happen one more time on that trip, something to do with bad breaks, you weren’t too sure. It may not have been as rough as the first time, but Jisung made sure to hold you back with his arm once again.

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Han Jisung was the type of man to block the sharp corner of the cabinet so you wouldn’t bump your head and act like he didn’t do it. The type of man to use his jacket to block your lower body when in a dress at an award show. And the type of man that, if you were sitting next to him in a car, he’d stick his arm out in front of you to protect you.

Jisung was the type of protector that would want no praise nor commotion for anything he’d done. Because it was just natural for him.

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Hyunjin was funny in a way. For all the times he’s claimed he didn’t like skinship, mans was sure clingy. The amount of times he would pull a disgusted face whenever anyone was near him only to be all over them not even ten minutes later was hilarious to you.

Yet there were times, though, when he needed to grab on to you, not for skinship, but to make sure you were in his line of sight at all times. Even surrounded by bodyguards it wasn’t as safe as you thought it could be.

An incident in the past had led Hyunjin to be more aware of where you were in an airport, wanting to be on the more cautious side than anything. Hyunjin became your official unofficial airport buddy after that.

And he took his new role in your life very seriously.

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When you and the boys arrived back in Korea from visiting Chan and Felix’s families in Australia, the crowd that awaited you was not something the group was prepared for.

Later on you would all learn that someone had leaked your flight information online. Which in itself was already a scary thing to think about, but the amount of people that had been waiting for you all had just been overwhelming.

By this point in time, you had grown closer to them all, a far cry from how it was when you had first joined that was for sure. Enough to be able to fight them for a piece of meat on the first round.

Typically, when arriving at Incheon airport, you’d end up walking in the back with Chan and Hyunjin. That was just how it naturally occurred. Yet with the amount of people surrounding you, you had lost sight of them easily. You could vaguely spot the blond hair that belonged to Felix but he was too far away to reach, and no amount of yelling would do you any good since the crowd had that covered.

Looking back and forth, you were on the verge of panicking since you didn’t even see your own guard near you, another casualty to the swarm of people. When a sudden tug on your hoodie pulled at you to the right. Scared, you were about to fight for your life. Your arm was already pulled back, ready to swing at whoever tried to grab at you. Those self-defense classes Binnie had you in was about to come out. Cause baby, you were not the one.

Only, you noticed Hyunjin’s shaggy hair just in time.

He stared at you for a second, eyes going wide above the face mask that he wore, at what you were about to do.

“…Come on, let’s go,” he said eventually, incredulously shaking his head at you. You tried not to giggle at his reaction but it was just so hard not to. “Everyone’s already ahead of us.”

“Really?” you asked, now worried about what could have happened as you lagged behind. Agreeing quickly, you took a step forward until he tugged you back again. With a questioning look, you turned back to him.

“It’s this way pabo,” the amusement in his voice was clear throughout all the yelling in the area. He threw his arm over your head in a headlock and dragged you toward the direction you needed to go.

“Hyunjinnie~,” you groaned out, your head tilted at an awkward angle.

“This is for your own protection. We don’t need you getting lost right now.”

“I get lost at an airport one (1) time and everyone holds it over my head for the rest of my life.”

All he could do is cackle.

Eventually he did let go of your head once the both of you made it back with the group. The guards finally doing their job in securing a circle around you all.

“Did she go and get lost again?” Seungmin joked while trying to hide a smile.

“She was about to,” Hyun replied, making sure he still held onto a part of your hoodie.

“I was not,” you said while giving Hyunjin his own signature look of disgust.

“Aigoo, if you keep making that face, it’s gonna get stuck like that,” he teased while pinching your cheek. You swatted his hand away from your face, soothing over where he pinched, him and Seungmin laughed in response.

Following along with everyone, you could still feel his light grip on your clothing. As if he was afraid that you’d somehow disappear if he were to let go. In all honesty, his actions did bring you some form of comfort while in the throng of people. Like your own personal grounding anchor.

He continued to hold onto you until you made it out of the airport. With all the media around, you all were forced to do an impromptu press conference welcoming you back in the parking lot. Hyunjin made sure that you were next to him and that your clothes weren’t a total mess after the long ten hour flight.

“STEP OUT! ANNYEONGHASEYO STRAY KIDS-IMNIDA!,” you all shouted out and bowed to the crowd before you. The fans behind the paparazzies went wild. You all did the appropriate amount of waving and smiling but you just wanted to go home and collapse into bed already.

When a tug on your sleeve caught your attention, Hyunjin gestured that it was time to go once again. He’d pulled his face mask down to take pictures so you could tell he was really smiling this time. Pulling you along, he was sure to put you in the middle of the group so that there was no possible way of you getting lost.

And if he still felt he needed to be connected to you in some way, well who were you to deny the ferret? He was just looking out for his member, that was all. They were prone to getting lost, it had happened before, he just didn’t want to deal with the aftermath like that again.

It wasn’t good for his heart. Don’t do it again, please.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Yeah, you just didn’t understand how people could say that Hyun liked skinship and physical touch. He’s just not that type of person and there have surely been no instances whatsoever in your life as an idol where he had proved you wrong about it.

Absolutely none, and whoever said so was indeed a liar.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Being around Felix was very easy. When it was just the two of you it was a nice and cozy feeling. Nothing ever felt rushed or like you had to try too hard to be near each other, maybe it was because you were both foreigners experiencing the idol life together.

Who knows.

But when you threw in your other members, all the cozy feelings went out of the window and it was like a chaotic mess was left in its place.

And when he had to essentially play a modified version of keep away with you as the main item, well then of course all hell would break loose.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

“Noona, we have to run!” Felix yelled as he ran back towards you, giant grin on his face. You could just make out his cameraman behind him trying to catch up with the energetic sunshine boy and behind him your other members chased Felix down.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Just like BTS did, Lotte Duty Free allowed Stray Kids to use a floor for the location of the next SKZ CODE. The premise was that while all nine of you were there, only the boys were supposed to find various items that were hidden around the entire floor to recreate the names of their songs.

Once it got presented to the manager-nim in charge of the game or specific staff members, the others could no longer use that same item. You, on the other hand, were supposed to be Ghost, a wild card that made up one song entirely. Technically you could be whatever song you wanted but the points were just doubled if they had you on their roster at the end of the 3 hour mark. Just like the staff members playing, you also were to run around except your goal was to not get caught. Because of that, you had to be turned in last.

Each guy had been given specific color cloths to tie around your wrist to “claim” you as their point. Only one person could claim you at a time and stealing items from each other had been allowed. So, say you got caught by someone with a black cloth, if you had a green one on when they did, they could remove it and put their color on instead. The only rule to claim you as a point was that you had to be brought to the main manager at the end when time was called to count.

Each of your cameramen had been given a walkie-talkie so that everyone could know if and when their cloths were removed or the time remaining. You had been given a 15 minute head start to run around and hide, your own cameraman following behind you.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Time had been close to being called, about ten minutes left you had heard on the radio. You’d been caught a few times only to be able to escape not long afterwards. Changbin had found you first, securing a cute pink cloth around your wrist. Lee Know found you afterwards, purple cloth replacing the pink. It would be a long time until Innie’s white cloth replaced Lee Know’s.

Hyunjin and Chan had found you together but you managed to escape both of them before either could swap your color out. While running from them, you had made eye contact with Seungmin but were able to evade him when you ran into a darkened area. That was where you subsequently ran into Felix and scared the absolute shit out of each other.

Now the two of you listened on as your cameraman, Seoyul, announced that you now adorned the yellow team cloth. All four of you walked calmly to where the manager-nim was.

“I’m getting nervous Lix,” you said, trying to contain your energy, adrenaline kicked in your system as the game was coming to an end.

“Why?” the same giddy energy flowed out of him since he was close to winning.

“It’s quiet, too quiet. You don’t think something could go wrong?”

“Why would you jinx it!?” he shouted in exasperation, not realizing how loud he actually was. All of you paused in motion, listening to figure out if any of the others heard you. Your eyes the only thing rapidly moving to scan your surroundings as the both of you stood frozen. When nothing happened, you two continued on until you reached where the manager was supposed to be waiting.

But if video games had taught either of you a thing or two, it was what a trap would feel like.

“Ok, you wait here, and I’m gonna go check if the coast is clear. I promise, I won’t let them come near you got it?,” he whispered as you nod along to what he said.

He snuck on ahead, his cameraman trailing behind him as you stood there, waiting for his return. Not even five seconds later he came bounding round the corner at full speed, laughing maniacally.

“Noona, we have to run!” Felix yelled as he ran back towards you, giant grin on his face. You could just make out his cameraman behind him trying to catch up with the energetic boy and behind him your other members chased Felix down.

He didn’t stop as he grabbed your hand in his and took off in the opposite direction. You could just make out the others yelling for the both of you over yours and Felix’s laughter.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Felix had made sure that he kept a steady grip on your hand while running away. Never once pulling you too hard or running too fast for you to keep up. If both of you were hiding, he’d urge you forward first gently and then covered you so you couldn’t be seen.

“Noona, get down here,” he said as he made his way to hide in a department store behind a rack of clothing near the entrance. Huddling close, he gestured with his finger to keep quiet. You do as he said, grin still in place as you looked at each other, the pounding footsteps of the others not that far behind.

“They turned in here,” I.N could be heard saying close to where you were hidden.

“No, they went this way,” Changbin argued a distance away.

“I think Innie is right,” Seungmin put his two cents in.

“Let’s just split up,” Chan butted in democratically. “Half go in here with I.N and the others can follow Binnie. We don’t have a lot of time left.”

Miraculously, they all agreed and you could hear them split off.

“You sure they went this way?” you heard Chan ask.

“Like 75%...?” I.N responded.

“75%??” Seungmin shouted in response.

Felix grabbed your attention by taking a hold of your hand and gestured with his head to follow him. Quietly, the two of you scooted around the rack just as the group of boys walked by. When it seemed like the right time, you and Felix took off, his foot kicking something and alerted the others of your fleeing forms.

“Let’s go, Noona!”

“There they go!”

“After them!”

“See, I told you they came in here!”

The excitement and elation was clear in their tone of voice. You and Felix ran and screamed hand in hand to the safe zone. At one point, he had to let go to let you run by yourself so he could distract the others. Just as you made it, out of breath, Felix toppled in and crashed into you. Stummbling forward into the room, Felix could be heard yelling loudly, “I did it! I brought her in! I win!”

Groans from behind you was the response. You couldn’t help the cheesy grin on your face or the boisterous laugh that escaped you.

⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

It’s true being with Felix was easy.

But when he’s trying to protect you from the others he’s lively and was contagious for everyone involved. That’s just how your little jellybean was.

a/n. © hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

Tag list:

@elizalabs3

[captaincrumbz]

INTRODUCTION

HII!! Im always trying to make new friends, :3 especially those with the same interests as me so if you wanna be friends dont be scared to reach out!!

I go by MANYY names, heres some of them:

Arlene Felix, Raymesis, Ly, Flapjack, Harvie, Gumi, Harley, Morty

IM A MINOR. (14, almost 15)

Me real: 🇲🇽🇵🇭🇩🇪🇮🇪

Uh pronouns: He/She/Nor/Er, Also im okay with being referred as they/them but i dont reallyyy prefer it (Also i dont think anyone has referred to me as she/her ☹️)

Im bigender, Panromantic, Bisexual(?) Demiromantic, and Aroflux!!

Im a 8+ year Rayman fan, AND A SELFSHIPPER BTW (This goes for every version of Rayman.)

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Im a fictionkin and otherkin! and I have a ridiculous amount of fictionkins BUT heres some of the only ones that matter:

Raymesis and Ly (From Rayman), Bullfrog (CLH), Flapjack (From the marvelous misadventures of flapjack), BENNY (TLM!!!!) Michael afton (fnaf), Shelly Marsh and Clyde Donovan (sp), Maya (cotc), 2d/Stuart Pot (gorillaz), Jevil (Deltarune), Spinel (Steven Universe), Crimson (Tdi), Jim (Jim's Computer), Venus and Frankie (Mh), Playtime (bbieal), Gf (FNF), Amy (Sonic Adventure Dreamcast version, ++ some others), and MANY other characters.

BTW ITS COMPLETELY OKAY IF YOU DONT LIKE ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS OR DONT BELIEVE IN FICTIONKINNING OR OTHERKINS, JUST BE RESPECTFUL PLEASE!!!

(Fictionkin is believing you were a fictional character in a past life or believe you will be them in your next, fictionhearted is like a connection along with relatablity i guess)

Also im a otherkin, Of a lot of things

Im also a IRL of a few characters

(Such as, Gumball Watterson, Felix the Cat, and Orel Puppington)

sometimes i get confused if a character is a irl or fictionkin of mine

Im currently looking for media and sourcemates

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FANDOMS IM IN: Rayman, CLH, Deadpool and Wolverine, Athf, Smiling friends, Felix The Cat, Impractical Jokers, sonic, tawog, thats it right now i guess.

Current Hyperfixiations: Rayman, Deadpool, Smiling Friends, Felix the Cat, Sonic

(Also i was reallyy hyperfixiated on lost media)

I have a Rayman board on pinterest with over 1,020

Im a Punk, Goth (Deathrocker, A REAL ONE TOO.) Rudy, Psychobilly AND Juggalo.

I grew up with a lot Ska and punk music. Dni if you're a poser or you think punk, goth, ect, is the same as emo or smth😭😭, also shout out to my dad who is cool AS FUCK and has the best music taste ever.

Some bands I grew up with: The Toasters, THE ADICTS!!!!!, The Misfits, The Specials, The Selecter, The Reverend Horton Heat, The Slackers, Thee midniters, The Frightnrs

OTHER stuff i like (most which i grew up with)

Spongebob, RAYMAN (again, im 8+ year fan of it, used to hallucinate seeing him in class when i was in kindergarten) A BUNCH of gamecube and wii games, Monster high, spiderman, batman, teen titans, Happy Tree friends (Watched it when i was like a toddler), DHMIS, UNDERTALE, BALDI'S BASICS IN EDUCATION AND LEARNING), Hello neighbor, fnaf, batim, cuphead, Yokai Watch, Sonic, ed edd n eddy, tawog, uncle grandpa, Bob's Burgers, Beavis and Butthead, gravity falls, PLUS A LOTTT OF OTHER STUFF. (I still love all of these!!!)

I get REALLY excited wheb talking about my hyperfixationsb

Socials n stuff: Discord (ASK FIRST!!!!!), Tiktok, Pinterest, Spotify, Twitter (I forgot my user on there) (All the same users, except for tiktok which is captain_crumbz)

Also I have roblox and animal jam :P IM NOT REALLY ACTIVE ON ROBLOX A LOT THO

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BYI:

I have crude humor and i cuss a lot, if cussing makes you uncomfortable PLEASE tell me, ill stop when talking to you.

I(f you dont cuss while talking to me (or in general) i will most likely not cuss much around you)

Leave me alone about past drama.

=================================== DNI: Proshippers, P3dophiles, N3crophiles, Zoophiles, stuff like that.

MOTHER FUCKERS WHO SHIP RAYMAN X ANY OF THE NYMPHS THAT ARE LIKE "magic doesnt equal biology" STFUUU😭😭

Homophobes, transphobes, ect.

Ablelists, Racists (🤮),

People who make s/a jokes or say stuff like "Im gonna touch you." ect.... (Or just like, dont say that to me, That makes me uncomfortable.)

People In the tcc.

Those who are on my account just to stalk me (GO GET A LIFE JESUS CHRIST, IM NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU, GO AWAY!!!!! SHOO!!!!!!

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Also heres the best post I've ever made ever

AND HERES SOME OF MY AUS

ALSO TY IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS ITS A LOT😭, it also needs to be updated

[chocolatepot]

I've signed up for Fandom Trumps Hate! (@fandomtrumpshate)

There are two listings: one is for a fic, the other for fashion history consulting services.

Type of fanwork: Written fanwork Subtype(s): fan fiction (new) Fandom(s): Our Flag Means Death Highest rating: E Length/scope: Less than 5k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Especially interested in: Like most of us, I'm primarily an Ed/Stede shipper! I would most prefer to write that and I will probably give you a better fic if it's focused on them. I like writing everything from angst to humor to porn, but I tend to lean to the fluffier side; with hurt/comfort I tend to focus on the comfort in present tense and hurt in past. One thing I REALLY, REALLY love is genderbending. I would be so happy if you gave me a prompt for f!Ed/f!Stede fic and would really go all out to please you if you do. And I love to write about clothes and interior decorating.

Click through for more details on what I'll write!

Type of fanwork: Fan labor Subtype(s): Specialist expertise Fandom(s): Any Highest rating: E Length/scope: 10 - 20k words. Minimum Bid: $5

Fan labor details: Fashion history

Relevant experience/background: I have an MA in the history of fashion and textiles, and am a published author in the field. My specialty is European/Anglo-American dress from broadly 1400 to 1950 (more specifically 1700 to about 1930).

Other notes about labor offered: I will answer questions about what to call certain garments, how they fastened, what fabrics would be used in a particular setting, etc. and how to describe clothing or textiles in general, and I can read fics from historical fandoms to double-check clothing descriptions.

Especially interested in: I'll look over anything in a historical fandom set in Europe or North America, or a fantasy situation based on those settings.

(Will be posting this again once bidding opens. Just putting it on your radar!)

[unmarketableplushy]

Explodes and dies but in like a cute girl way <3

ID: Two Images of The Elric Brothers. They are both Edited to have cat ears, tails, and whiskers. In the first image Alphonse, in his armor form, is pointing at himself. He has a simplified squiggly face. His ears and tail match his armor.  the second image is of Ed Giving a thumbs up from the “I See No Difference Love Is Love” meme. His ears and tail match his hair./End ID

Heya! Wei’re the Superbell System.

Pronouns: It/Its, Ink/Inks, Fuck/Fucks

Call Muis Linkrot (Or Plushy. Or Bell. Or Rockstar. Or Apple.) More on En.Pronouns

18

White passing

Bigender Boygirl.

Bisexual, lesbian, and gay.

Physically Disabled and Mentally Ill

Autistic

Canary Rockfish Therian

Cat Furry

Transspecies Inkling

Agent 3 Fictionkin

Plural

Wei reclaim the f and d slur and try to tag them.

Wei reclaim Cripple and do tag it.

Interests: Fullmetal Alchemist, Pokemon, Splatoon, Vocaloid, Speedrunning, and Marine Biology.

Wei tag triggers as #[trigger] or #[trigger mention]. wei can tag most things if you ask. Wei cannot tag cursing.

PLEASE FILTER ‘#😶tag’ if you don’t want to see muis be weird and really horny

Master List of Muir Poetry

Muir Archive Of Our Own profile

More info and DNI below the cut <3

DNI:

Exclusionist

Radfem

Transmed/Truscum

Anti-Endo/System exclus

Believe in “Narc Abuse”

Fans of South Park/DSMP/Hazbin Hotel/HP

NSFW 

Anti Kin or Gatekeeper

Anti Furry

Anti-Mogai

Aspec or Mspec gatekeeper (this includes anti mspec lesbian/gay)

Pro-Ship/Anti-Anti/Pro Fiction/Pro Incest (Or refer to backlash against such content and beliefs “Purity Culture”)

Tranx/Transid (Excluding Transspecies y’all are cool)

Or allow interaction from Bold.

Please do not follow if you are over 28.

Interests (Extended):

Games: Splatoon, Pokemon, Undertale/Deltarune, A Hat In Time, Mario, Animal Crossing

Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist, Jujutsu Kaisen, Death Note, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Madoka Magica, Spy X Family, Komi Can't Communicate, Serial Experiments Lain, Pokespe, Coroika, Change 1 2 3

Movies/TV: Invader Zim, The Owl House, Fight Club

Other Interests: Speedrunning, Vocaloid, Marine Biology and the ocean in general, Nuclear waste and disposal

A bit on the System

Wei are and Adaptive system. 

Wei often use Semi-Plural Pronouns (Info Here)

Wei will not participate in any system discourse, but are inclusive of all system origins.

Some members who may use tumblr are:

Wooper (Ey/Em) (#Wooper.Scream)

CQ (He/It) (#CQ Speaking)

Ruby (He/it)

Julie (She/Her) (#Julie8)

Teresa (and Kytte) (She/He) (#Teresa Tag)

Whitney (She/Her)

Bobble (She/He) (#Bobble Babble)

Other Blogs Wei Run:

@fullmetal-accessible  (Fullmetal Alchemist Described)

@blessed-generation-verse (Our OC world)

@the-challenging-deep (blog for Ocean Hearthome and other marine things)

Feel free to ask for muir discord and Switch Friendcode <3

[yuikomorii]

Been a fan for years! :)

Recently i happened to watch the Netflix Series that its becoming viral "Monster:Jeffrey Dahmer story" and i cant help but notice similiarities between a canibbal serial killer and the sakamakis😅

A deranged psycho killer who is necrophiliac, likes to have intercourse with people that dont move, cuts the victims limbs and sometimes eats them, happens to be very quiet and gentleman at times and then has some psychotic episodes , it really reminds me of Kanato, and ive been thinking how we romanticize these characters just because theyre fictional, and i have always been aware of this, but watching an actual killer that murdered people just for fun, or just to have a sick collection of bodies reminds me again how f*ed up the sakamakis actually are😅

And i like to point out a detail that the mother played a key role in his upbringing, which again.. reminds me of the sakamaki brothers, how the parenting really affected them and shaped them to become who they are. Rejet really knew how to write characters, even from a psychological angle. Props to them! :)

TW

// I’m tempted to watch that but at the same time I can’t handle gore. I read and watch true crimes, so I'm familiar with his story, but I doubt I'd like to visualize it. Rejet's plot may be inconsistent, but I have to say that I like the way the Diaboys were portrayed. I enjoy how they're not the stereotypical vampires that are either too nice or romantic— they simply act harsh because they're demonic beings, it’s not that hard to understand. Diabolik Lovers almost accurately captures these mythical creatures and does the title justice. You can't expect vampires to be nice and sweet because being predators is in their blood; they are monsters, after all. Based on other otome games, they were surprisingly way tamer than some human love interests. If we're looking at it realistically, there are people who are significantly worse than the Diaboys. Humans are inherently complex beings, especially the mind. Childhood trauma has a profound impact on the brain, and it's the primary cause of some people acting in a heartless way. No human is born evil, they become that way, which leads me to conclude that some people simply don’t deserve to have children or be in close proximity to any.

[venus-haze]

Elvis Ask Tag

I know multiple people tagged me to do this, and I want to say thank you so much! I appreciate y’all🖤

When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? My family (especially my mom) have always been huge Elvis fans so pretty much since I was born

And what was your first impression? Annoyed😅 Some days all my mom would play was Elvis and I’d be like god can we listen to something else. To be fair I was in elementary school and was more concerned with like Backstreet Boys. Oddly enough she doesn’t listen to him much anymore

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? Both!

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be? Pink suit from the Trouble scene, it’s iconic and I want to see a drag king’s take on it so bad

C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote? “I’ll be so horny I could die” Beautiful. Moving. Eloquent. 

Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) Yes, that’s why I mention them in my fics so often!

What’s an aspect of Elvis’s character you wish people appreciated more? I think how religious and also charitable he was, but his faith meant a lot to him, like it was something that gave him hope when he needed it. As someone raised in a religious household I would have loved to pick his brain and talk with him about Christianity and his beliefs

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare "Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit" F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the jugular for that piece of trash: I would go full Andrew Garfield in The Social Network “lawyer up asshole” scene. Prada at the cleaners, fuck you flip flops, the works

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? The Vegas Rehearsal scene was magical, seeing everything come together for the opening night. Amazing work on Baz’s part!

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? I would honestly say Elvis (2022)

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here) None because he was apparently weird about having sex with women who’d given birth? Not setting myself up for that but also this is why we need accessible and comprehensive sex ed

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland? Graceland would be so fun🖤

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you… Comeback Era to when he did (what he assumed would be) his first Vegas residency, he was on top of the world then

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) Since the movie came out. Before then I only knew him as Vanessa’s boyfriend, sorry Austin

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? Vegas torrid backstage affair if I have to choose from the provided options, but I really would have liked to be there for him, even as a friend, toward the end of the career and try to seriously get him help and make him know he wasn’t alone and he mattered

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South: He’s a Cali boy and there’s nothing wrong with that

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? Y’all already know how I deal🫠

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along) Swallow but shotgun once in a while to keep him on his toes🤭

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration. I think we’d clash at first, and have a mutual tolerance for each other at best. I’m not the type to baby people so I think she’d take the most issue with that in regards to if I were in a long-term relationship with Elvis lol

Which of Elvis’s cars is your favorite? Pink Cadillac of course!

What are your odds of beating him at karate? Absolutely none

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? That his career was lasting and meaningful, and so many people still love and are impacted by him to this day. Also to hire a good lawyer and a forensic accountant

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? Travel! It seems like he went to so many places, but was so overworked he never got to be a tourist anywhere which is a shame

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it? Any time one of Elvis’ songs comes on inevitably one of my friends goes “he’s hwhite!?” because of that absolutely insane scene at the very beginning of the movie so probably that

What are your top three go-to Elvis songs? Angel, Surrender, It’s Now or Never

If you could spare him one tragedy, what would it be? His mother’s death, I think that really opened him up to being taken advantage of in his career because it seemed like she was the only one willing to be blunt with him who he’d actually listen to

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves? Bruce Springsteen! He’s cited Elvis as a huge influence on his own music which you can definitely hear, and I mean his stage presence is incredible (especially all the moments with Clarence Clemmons🥲 I wish Elvis had someone the way Bruce had Clarence, ya know?) There’s a reason his concerts are still selling out stadiums all over the world. Also during the Born to Run tour in 1975, Bruce and Stevie Van Zandt got drunk as hell in Memphis and hopped the fence at Graceland because they saw the lights on and thought Elvis was home so they could meet him…he wasn’t.

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play: A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet: B obviously!

I tag @munano-theprophet @mpmarypoppins @positivitylane112 @holy-minseok @emmymaehereeeeee @ninebluehearts @crash-and-cure and whoever else wants to do this!

[ear-worthy]

Four Of The Year's Best Podcasts From WMG's Interval Presents

 Warner Music Group launched Interval Presents in April 2022 to create multi-format, culture-forward audio content at the intersection of music, pop culture, and social impact. That sounds like a mouthful and marketing speak, but, in this rare case, Interval has delivered on its marketing hype. As we close out 2023, Interval Presents, Warner Music Group’s (WMG) in-house podcast network, has curated a selection of podcasts for you to catch up on heading into the holidays. I've reviewed these chosen podcasts during 2023 and have enjoyed all of them. It's a rare moment when a big company and me are on the same page. The below podcasts from Interval Presents are available on all major podcast platforms - hope you enjoy listening.   If you are looking to get lost in an immersive rollercoaster love story told in the form of a narrative album, featuring brand new, original music woven into the story and score - listen to Underwater, a sexy, neo-noir thriller fiction series at the cutting edge of audio entertainment, starring Jason Derulo and Alexandra Shipp. Great story, terrific acting, original music and top-notch sound design. The Last Dance [SEASON FINALE]: Nico has vowed to protect Ana… but what he doesn’t know might hurt her. When her past finally catches up to her, it’s time for them both to find out if curses are really meant to be broken.  If you are looking to be inspired by personal experiences of failure turned into personal growth with a diverse lineup of celebrity guests who have weathered their fair share of struggles and professional setbacks during their careers - listen to Yeah, I F***ed That Up, hosted by Grammy-nominated hitmaker Billy Mann. Family First (ft. Kelly Rowland): Kelly Rowland is shocked to be asked - what is your biggest fuck up? “No one has ever asked that!” Host Billy Mann, who has known and worked with Kelly for decades, talks to her about life’s bumpy transitions - going from Destiny’s Child to a solo career and what it was like to be dropped by a music label that still repped her as part of the greatest musical female trio of all time. If you are intrigued to learn about the history of Black radio through the story of those who made a long-lasting impact on the medium we know and love today - listen to Amplify Color, hosted by Ryan Cameron, a 2x Emmy winner, the host of “Voice of Atlanta,” a member of the Georgia and Black Radio Hall of Fame, and long-time Atlanta DJ. 

For music and radio fans, this show is a can't miss. Episode #13  Wendy Williams: Today we know her as a TV host, businesswoman, writer, comedian, and actress. But Wendy Williams first rose to prominence as New York City’s #1 “Shock Jocktress.” Her journey was filled with hurdles and obstacles. From being one of the few Black people in her neighborhood growing up in Asbury Park, New Jersey, to graduating almost last academically in high school, Wendy never gave up. Listeners will learn more about how, through many personal and professional trials and tribulations, Wendy Williams persevered to land in the National Radio Hall of Fame. If you are interested in a long-form podcast with a conversational art for exploring ideas, friendship and the most interesting anecdotes from the hip-hop community with special guests and celebrities - listen to Drink Champs, co-hosted by N.O.R.E. and DJ EFN. 

Now, these guys know how to hold a conversation. Episode 371 w/ Tony Yayo: N.O.R.E. & DJ EFN are the Drink Champs. In this episode the Champs chop it up with the one and only, Tony Yayo, who shares stories of working with 50 Cent, Eminem, Dr. Dre, Beyoncé and more. The Talk Of New York, shares stories of his career, the mighty G-Unit and much more. 

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These are all solid Interval shows to enjoy. 

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KILLDOZER (1974) – Episode 204 – Decades Of Horror 1970s

“How do you go about killing a machine? It’s too heavy to hang and it’s too big to put in the gas chamber.” Firing squad? Ole Sparky? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Jeff Mohr – as they return to the boob tube for another memorable, made-for-TV, horror movie from the 1970s: Killdozer (1974)!

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 204 – Killdozer (1974)

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After being possessed by a strange force in a meteorite it unearths, a giant bulldozer goes berserk and begins attacking the construction crew.

  Director: Jerry London

Writing Credits: Theodore Sturgeon & Ed MacKillop (teleplay); Herbert F. Solow (adaptation); Theodore Sturgeon (novella, Astounding Science Fiction, Nov 1944)

Selected Cast:

Clint Walker as Lloyd Kelly

Carl Betz as Dennis Holvig

Neville Brand as Chub Foster

James Wainwright as Dutch Krasner

Robert Urich as McCarthy

James A. Watson Jr. as Beltran

Look out, Duel (1971). Move over, The Car (1977). Talk to the hand, Maximum Overdrive (1986). ABC TV’s Killdozer (1974) is here to rule! Well, best intentions, eh? Based on a story by acclaimed writer Theodore Sturgeon, though he had little to do with the final script (according to the author’s account), this is the tale of a mysterious invisible force that possesses a Caterpillar D9 bulldozer to chase and mow down the cast (Clint Walker, Neville Brand, Carl Betz, Robert Urich, James Wainwright, James A. Watson Jr.) on a remote island off the coast of Africa. Originally criticized as being outlandish – not too far from the truth – the film has gained a following over time and has since become considered a cult classic. Often recommended by Patreon members and Decades of Horror fans, it’s finally time for the Grue-Crew to chime in with their thoughts.

At the time of this writing, Killdozer is available to stream from Plex. The film is available on physical media as a Blu-ray from Kino Lorber Studio Classics.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Chad, will be Death Game (1977), starring Sondra Locke, Collen Camp, and Seymour Cassel. Death Game was remade in 2015 as Knock Knock, directed by Eli Roth and starring Keanu Reeves. How does the original hold up?

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com. 

Check out this episode!

[davisexplainableart]

(apologies for some of the foul language here. An explanation will be given after the transcript)

October 27 (technically 28), 2017:

Davis: Geez, it's pretty strange being up so late. Normally, my parents would've asked me to get ready for bed hours ago.

Eniz: Well, don't worry, we've only got an hour left tonight. With that, here's a new episode of Ed, Edd n-

Davis: Wait wait wait! I thought we were ending at 3, right?

Eniz: Yeah, the crew decided to end the show an hour earlier.

Davis: A-And I thought we were airing those scary fan-made episodes of Blue's Clues that I made earlier this month.

Eniz: *sigh* For f**k's sake, Davis...

Davis: No, I made it clear that I wanted us to air my 2 episodes of Blue's Clues...!

Eniz: Davis, it's not happening.

Davis: Oh, really? Why the h**l not?? Because they're about murder mysteries? Only one of them is a murder mystery, and-

Eniz: THAT'S THE F*****G PROBLEM!!! Everyone is absolutely f*****g sick of your constant murder stories lately! That "Halloween Disaster" episode you aired earlier this week? Absolutely no one liked it! They don't want to see Blue's Clues with death and horror elements! They didn't even play Blue's Clues in that episode!

Davis: But everyone comes back to life and-

Eniz: JUST LIKE NEARLY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR MURDER STORIES!!

Davis: E-Eniz, stop! I want to be innocent, I don't-

Eniz: Give it up already! No one wants to hear another word about your CRAPPY BLUE'S CLUES FAN FICTION!!!

(after a few seconds, I quietly walk away from the living room)

Wesley: Heh, an adult Blue's Clues episode. What a piece of s**t...

Davis (offscreen): WESLEY, SHUT THE F**K UP!!!

(Eniz sits back down)

Eniz: *sigh* Sorry about that everyone. Let's just get to tonight's new Ed, Edd n Eddy Future already.

Wesley: Yeah, the show that's basically just f*****g Wobots, but with Ed, Edd n Eddy characters. So stupid...

Davis (offscreen): IT'S NOT STUPID!

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Yeah, we accidentally forgot the Fridays Halloween logo that year, blame that on me.

Also no, the argument was not scripted. She was genuinely upset with me.

Now for context, this night was hosted by me, my twin brother named "Wesley", and a character named "Eniz", instead of Tommy and Tara.

Eniz is another character from the TV show version of "PBS Kids GO!"

For this week, instead of filming in the Fridays studio, we filmed in the house of Eniz's brother. I can't remember what his name was, but I think he was called "Ned".

This was also a special week, as it was the 1st Fridays show that continued past midnight.

I had made a concept for that week's schedule, and at 1:00am were 2 fan made episodes of Blue's Clues that I created.

One of those episodes was called "The Halloween Disaster". I won't go into the plot too much, but basically, it's just a murder mystery where the house is haunted, and characters keep dying one by one.

By October 2017, my obsession with murder mystery stories was getting out of control. In hindsight, I wish I had never made those stories because almost all of them revolved around the same ideas.

And yeah, about the constant swearing. By fall 2016, me and my friends were feeling much more comfortable with saying swear words (even though we were only 13-15 years old at the time).

Again, this was mainly my fault, as it was also my idea to give the block a TV-14 rating due to the swearing. I even wanted the crew to add a warning before the intro that the block was "intended for adult audiences only", similar to TeenNick's "The Splat" (now called "NickRewind").

This went on until April 2018, when I finally realized that what I was doing to Fridays ended up making it fairly unpleasant and uncomfortable to watch for several viewers.

What caused to me to finally snap out of it was when I was caught by my mother saying the f-word. I wasn't even talking to anyone, I was just saying something with the f-word in it as if it wasn't a big deal!

Afterwards, I was grounded for the rest of the day. A day or so later, I contacted the Fridays crew and apologized for all the damage I had done as a result of making Fridays way more vulgar than it needed to be.

Thankfully, by the time we got to the next show (April 13, 2018), the cast (especially me) had finally cleaned their act up.

Also, fun fact, that 4/13/18 show involved Tommy and Tara interviewing the cast of a movie called "Sgt. Stubby: An American Hero". Obviously, due to the movie's tone, the interviews were more serious, but hey, at least they didn't contain any vulgar language!

[incomprehensiblelentils]

1, 2, 8, 15

Favorite fictional characters this year

oh this is so much lower pressure than the fictional true love question thank goodness lol. Just in the other in which they come into my brain:

Battinson

Morpheus (Sandman)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Kamala Khan (MCU)

Sundry Syndey (A Starstruck Odyssey)

Lord Squak Airavis (A Court of Fey and Flowers)

Nona (Nona the Ninth)

Queen Míriel (Rings of Power)

Em Haywood (Nope)

Waymond Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Mei Lee (Turning Red)

Margot Mills (The Menu)

Jack Russell (Werewolf by Night)

Elsa Bloodstone (Werewolf by Night)

Layla El-Faouly (Moon Knight)

Boba Fett (Star Wars)

2. Favorite ships this year

Again as they come into my brain lol, and also some repeats:

BatCat (The Batman)

Thor/Jane (MCU)

Hardwon/Moonshine (NADDpod)

Ed/Stede (Our Flag Means Death)

Oluwande/Jim (Our Flag Means Death)

Obi-Wan/Padme (Star Wars) (I went insane while watching Obi-Wan idk man!!!)

Griddlehark (Locked Tomb)

Mac/KJ (Paper Girls)

Andhera/Binx (A Court of Fey and Flowers)

Jack/Elsa (Werewolf by Night)

Nightheart/Sunbeam (Warriors) (lmfao. they're cute shut up!!!!!)

Sunny/Izzy (My Little Pony) (...what the fuck else was I supposed to take from this movie huh)

oh and a special honorable mention for Galadriel/Halbrand, which I wasn't into up when I thought he was just Some Guy, until he was revealed as Sauron and then it became HILARIOUS to me because it made so many people mad, and everyone who did ship it was having so much fun and memeing a lot, I was so happy for them!

8. First fandom of the year

lmfao I had to go look at my blog archive and I think the answer is The Book of Boba Fett specifically! I'm....bad at being a Star Wars fan because I only care about like, 30% of Star Wars probably. but I looooooooooooved the Boba Fett show so much. I don't know what happened bc I never cared about Boba Fett before but everything about it worked for me! I love that there was an entire episode about him being a horse girl, I love that he spends most of it awkwardly trying to be a human and only sort of succeeding. I loved his and Fennic's weird friendship. I loved the dumb Power Ranger team so much. This is the only Star Wars show I need tbh, all others have been fine but I adored this one.

15. Favorite f/f ship of the year

I JUST remembered that I wanted Fennic and Drash to fuck, lmao, so I'll say them. B and I are gonna cosplay these guys too.

[thejokersenigma]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader - F**ked up - Part 7

Hey guys, so here’s the next part! I think I vaguely know where I want to go with this fan fiction.... Vaguely....

Hope you enjoy it!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

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F**KED UP MASTERLIST

Loki easily dodged the knife that was slashed towards his face, immediately bringing one of his own blades up to counter the next attack. “You don’t hesitate.” He observed, completely calm despite the onslaught of attacks on his person.

“I wouldn’t in a fight.” [Y/N] pointed out as she lunged forward again, “so it’s unrealistic to do so in training.” She gasped, seeing his side now vulnerable and aiming for this. Loki easily saw her move though and caught her knife with his own, then deflected it away.

“The speed is commendable,” He noted, striking back now so the girl had to quickly bring up her weapon in defence. “But do not fight in the very moment,” He instructed, breaking the contact between the knives, “you need to be focusing what to do in two moves time.” He then somehow smoothly spun the knife in his fingers and – before [Y/N] could even comprehend what he was doing - made a sharp, striking movement towards her throat, stopping just short, the blade millimetres from her skin.

“See?” He grinned triumphantly, mischief in his eyes and still holding the knife to her.

She scowled up at him. “Do it again.” She demanded, dropping the arm she had instinctively brought up at the attack – though it had been nowhere near quick enough to stop him. Loki smirked and dropped his weapon as well.

The two continued on like this for a while in the brightly lit training room. Loki would show [Y/N] a move and then make her repeat it multiple times until he was content the action was sooth and had no hesitation. After enough of this, he would make her string everything together into a sequence.

Finally, Loki - somehow still looking pristine and unfatigued despite the many hours of work – called an end to the demonstrations and, instead, suggested a freeform fight - he would give no instructions, [Y/N] would have to make the moves she saw fit to try and win.

“Bring it.” [Y/N] panted from where she rested, crouched with her back against one of the walls of the room, a water bottle in her hand. She looked hot and tired – not surprising as it was the early hours of the morning and she had yet to sleep - but Loki could see the determination in her eye that told him she could not refuse his challenge.

“Ready?” He asked after a few moments, taking a step back into position. [Y/N] nodded, pushing herself up and drawing her knives once more, taking up a fighting stance.

“Begin.” Loki instructed.

It was clear [Y/N] was exhausted. She was slower, her stabs weaker, but Loki had to admit that for a Midgardian she was holding up well.

However, she eventually seemed to reach her limit, managing to block Loki’s attack at her waist, but a strong shove from him finally spent her falling onto her back, completely out of breath.

[Y/N] dropped her knives at her sides and held her hands up in defeat. “Ok.” She panted with a weary grin. “You win. Have mercy.”

Loki almost found himself smiling back, but his good humour drained away when [Y/N] pushed herself up onto her elbows and something caught his eye. There was a red spot on the floor just behind her.

“Can I get a hand?” [Y/N] smirked, throwing up a hand to Loki, not noticing how he had seemed to stiffen. When he showed no response to her gesture, she sighed impatiently. “Fine, I’ll get up myself.” She scowled playfully, scrambling to her feet. Loki studied her face, not missing the slight wince she gave as she moved.

“Turn around.” He commanded suddenly.

“What?” She asked in surprise.

“You’re bleeding.” He said bluntly, his eyes travelling back to the floor where the red smeared remained.  

“Oh?” [Y/N] followed his gaze, glancing back down at the floor where she had been a minute ago. “Oh.” Her face fell at the sight. “Uh – you must have just caught my back at some point I guess - I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She dismissed breezily with a wave of her hand.

“I never touched your back.” Loki stated, frowning darkly at the deceit.

“Ah…” [Y/N] hummed, “Maybe it’s just a scratch that’s reopened.” She shrugged, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Let me look.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s neces-“ Before she could finish, Loki had taken the few long strides he needed to stand right next to her. “Turn around.” He growled lowly in her ear.

She scowled but did as he said. Loki felt his throat tighten at the sight – the material covering her back already stained with a considerable amount of blood. [Y/N] didn’t protest when he reached for the bottom of her shirt, but he felt her tense - already well aware of what Loki would see when he pulled her top up .

[Y/n}’s back was horribly marred with a series of scars. They littered her skin, some small and discreet, others large and proud, many of them now sluggishly oozing blood.

“Would you believe me if I said that I’m shit at guarding my back?” She joked weakly, barely glancing over her shoulder at him. Loki’s silence told her his answer to that. “Could you – uh –“ She muttered, now stepping away from him and self-consciously pulling her shirt back down, cheeks hot.

She turned to him, his eyes holding the question that he wasn’t asking. She dropped her eyes, “Old injuries, from old jobs.” She said vaguely, bending down to pick up her knives, sheathing them as she then made her way back to the side of the room where her water bottle sat on a table that held a variety of daggers she had been trying out.

Loki watched her stained back. “Those need tending.” He pointed out rigidly.

“I’ll sort it out.” She dismissed, gulping down some much-needed water.

“They need tending now.” He stated more firmly. “Or else they will become infected.”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes at his persistence. “Fine.” She grumbled, putting the water back down and squatting down to reach under the table. Loki noted how her face scrunched up in pain until she straightened up again, a first aid kit in her hand.

She opened up the kit and examined the contents as Loki watched on. [Y/N] took a wad of gauze and poured some alcohol onto it, lifting a corner of her shirt to apply it to an open scar close to her hip. She gritted her teeth at the pain.

She continued to tend herself for a few minutes, but it was clear she was struggling and would be unable to reach most of the wounds, the contortion required only adding to the pain.

“Would you like some help?” Loki asked, suddenly seeming to appear next to her.

[Y/N] jumped slightly but then sighed, dropping her hand from her back and nodding reluctantly. “Thank you.” She mumbled.

Loki slid the kit away from her. The options available were largely foreign to him, but he recognised something similar to his idea of bandage material. “Turn.” He commanded. [Y/N] gritted her teeth but turned anyway. “Take your shirt off.” Loki instructed.

She laughed weakly, “I’ve usually had a few drinks first.”

“It will make it easier.” Loki said. [Y/N] frowned at his poor humour, but did as he instructed, glad that she was wearing a half decent sports bra.

Loki had a clear view of her back now and he studied each mark. “There’s some alcohol in the bag.” [Y/N] said, taking his silence for uncertainty, “Wash the wounds out with that and –“

“I know what I’m doing.” He growled and [Y/N] bit her lip to stop herself retorting, instead waiting for the agony of the alcohol on her back. When it came, she hissed through her teeth, cringing away from the contact.

“Old jobs?” He asked conversationally, pausing in his work until [Y/N] relaxed back again.

“What can I say – ah,” She hissed, as he continued his work, “some countries don’t appreciate my interference and – uh – ah,” She winced at a particularly painful scar, “some still have some rather – uh – primitive punishments.”

“You were whipped.” It wasn’t a question.  

“Multiple times in multiple countries.” [Y/N] confirmed, rather nonchalantly.

Loki viewed the deep wounds again, now replacing the alcohol in the kit. What she said was mostly true – Loki knew the typical signs of a whipping victim – but it still wasn’t the complete story. Some of the wounds on her back were irregular and unusual angles - odd for a flaying pattern.

Another secret of hers.

“Do you ever speak any truth?” He scowled lightly, moving to pick up the bandaging material. He almost found it humorous now.

“That is true.” She defended stubbornly.

“Parts of it.” He agreed.

She let out a short bark of laughter. “Ok, you can have this truth.” She conceded as he began to wrap the bandage around her back and chest, placing padding over the cuts that bled. “You know the night of the party? When you dropped me at the house?”

“Quite well.” He muttered as he worked.

“Well… I broke into that house…” She confessed.

Loki paused in his work, frowning. “I’m guessing that is not because you forgot your keys.” He muttered, padding out a large scar.

“No.” She snorted in laughter. “I – well I didn’t have a place to stay in the city – had no money for a hotel.” She explained, lifting her arms as he began to work further up her chest. “Didn’t take much to research a house whose occupants were currently on holiday.”

Loki reached for a new roll of bandages. There were only a few open scars on [Y/N]’s upper back, those under her sports bra already sufficiently protected by the material, so it wasn’t necessary for him to wrap that area too. “And you couldn’t just stay in this tower?” He questioned, focusing back on the conversation.

“No.” She shook her head firmly, “Not that night. I was – I – I just couldn’t.” She said, her voice sounding almost vulnerable.

There it was again. Her secret. Something that meant she couldn’t stay the night at the tower. Something that made her commit a crime and break into an empty house.

And yet she had arrived at the tower the next day seeking accommodation for an unknown period of time.

It didn’t make sense.

And it frustrated Loki.

[Y/N] worried Loki was judging her from his silence. “Tony says I’m fucked up.” She mumbled out of nowhere.

Loki’s work faltered again for a moment before he finished tying off the material at the top of her back, frowning at his fingers - he knew enough of Midgardian language to known roughly what ‘fucked up’ meant.

“With your father, I am not surprised,” Loki remarked casually. “But I’d say you’re just obtuse.” He observed with a small smirk, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

[Y/N] smiled weakly, turning to him as he finally finished the bandaging. Loki ignored this, moving back to the first aid kit, tidying the contents.

“Go rest.” He instructed, not looking at her. “Try not to move too much.”

“Thank you.” She said genuinely, and Loki wasn’t entirely sure what she was thanking him for. He glanced up at her as she headed for the door. She stepped out into the corridor, then paused, leaning back through the doorway. “You know you really are a gentleman!” She called back at him.

Loki’s glared at her, jaw tensing. He reached back, grabbing the knife nearest to him on the table and then sharply flicking it across the room. The metal blade embedded itself in the door frame next to [Y/N] but she didn’t even flinch, just continued to grin widely at him, before blowing him a kiss and then vanishing out of the door.

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[velvetstreets]

Hello, how are you?

So I had an idea for a scenario but feel free to change things up or even ignore it if you don’t like it !!

Basically, Jack is dating an influencer for a while and she gains weight, people notice and start posting negative things about her (including telling Jack that he should be with someone slimmer), so she gets a little insecure. Jack notices and makes an effort to let her know he loves her just the same slim or thicker - while they’re out together he keeps up his extreme pda, when they’re making love, he workships her and her body, and defends her publicly. Basically a scenario of Jack loving his woman 🥹

Again, do whatever you want with this! Much love 💕

A/N: this might be the best fluff request I’ve gotten 🥺🥺🥺🥺 probably cause it hits home but I loveeeee the idea of Jack loving on his girl a lil extra when she’s insecure 🥺😭🫶

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing,

I also wasn’t sure how to tag this, but there is a mention of reader’s slight struggle with food in relation to weight gain. I don’t go into detail, more of a slight hint towards readers mindset and how Jack helps out. However if this is triggering, please don’t read! ❤️

Also, I just wanna clarify as a writer that reader having insecurities in their weight doesn’t mean that the reader/character necessarily has to have an ED (reader doesn’t in this fic)! Just an FYI :)

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You and Jack had been dating for a while now, about a year and a half. He was everything you could’ve wanted in a partner. Sweet, caring, affectionate, understanding - of course you had your differences like every couple, but this had been one of the healthier relationships you had been in. The two of you kept your relationship on the low for a little over a year; neither of you wanted the hassle of being public just yet, wanting to enjoy the bubble you had created. You liked your privacy, and you also weren’t a fan of how your relationship would be attacked and picked apart once people found out; which is exactly what happened when they did.

You were nervous when Jack and you had agreed to go public; Jack was clearly more enthusiastic than you as he was mainly focused on not having to hide you anymore. You on the other hand were a little hesitant, not because you didn’t love him, but because you weren’t sure you could handle the criticism your way. This always happened to women especially, either your the famous girl and still get picked apart for choosing who to date, or you’re the regular girl who gets slandered for not looking a certain way or being in the industry.

Nevertheless, you went through with it, knowing you were ready for this step in your relationship. You received some love and some hate, which was better than expected to be honest. You were too enthralled in your bubble with Jack anyway. You and put on some happy weight being with him, which you personally didn’t have a big issue with, it was just felt a little more noticeable in your eyes. Your thighs were a little thicker and your tummy was softer, and face just a smidge fuller. It wasn’t until you had been photographed by fans and paparazzi at one point, unbeknownst to you. The pictures went viral, with people dissecting your body with vulgar comments about your weight gain. You really tried to not let them get to you, but they were everywhere. They swarmed your instagram, twitter, TikTok, all comments about your weight and how Jack should be with someone skinnier than you.

Jack saw all the comments, and hated that you were under all this scrutiny because of him. He just wanted to show off his girl, he didn’t think that far ahead that you’d be caught in the shitty mix that came with fame. You tried to play it off as if it didn’t matter, but Jack would catch you look at yourself in the mirror with shame and criticism, he hated it. You were beautiful, and so was your weight gain, he needed you to understand that. He knew you would deflect his comments, so he decided to show you in a way that he knows best.

Jack came up behind you as you were judging, poking and prodding your body. You let out a deep sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist, fitting his face in the crook of your neck.

“You know I love you and think you’re the hottest woman alive either way right? Slimmer or thicker, I’ll never stop thinking you’re insanely beautiful and sexy.” He purred into your ear, rubbing his hand on your lil belly pouch. You frowned as he rubbed your belly. It was hard to see how Jack saw you, especially when the internet - let alone society’s stupid beauty standards - was hounding you for your size and body. You weren’t gonna disagree with Jack because you knew he wouldn’t let you go until you got it through your head that you were perfect the way you were - all and any versions. As sweet as his words were, you couldn’t shake that ugly feeling of judgement and insecurity. Though you gave him a small smile and a nod, Jack knew his words weren’t enough.

During the next few weeks, Jack was extra affectionate towards you. He always had a hand on some part of you -your sides, ass, thighs, back - caressing and rubbing the skin he settled on. The PDA was turned on high as Jack would start to make out with you, any time and any where he pleased, accidentally (not so accidentally) cutting off conversations at times. He couldn’t shut up about how beautiful you were, the love for you just spilling through his lips, faster than his tongue could keep up with. It was usually you who wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, but now that you needed it more than ever, Jack was ecstatic to show you how much he loved you. Anytime you sat next to him, he’d pull you onto his lap, loving the weight on his lap as he’d kiss your neck and whisper stupid comments in your ear to try and get you to laugh. He’d litter your entire face with kisses after you’d take your makeup for the day, and softly groped and rubbed at your thighs when he ate you out in the shower. Jack would notice the little things too. He’d encourage you to eat half his meal if you got something healthy, knowing you really wanted something a little greasy. He removed the scale from the bathroom and hid it, and would leave little messages in the steam when you got out the shower - mostly ‘I love you’s and ‘no need to look in the mirror, gorgeous’, and ‘pretty mamas’, - words you needed to hear, no matter how much you tried to reject them.

He was also extra attentive during sex, especially.

“Oh god, Jack-“ you gasped, as he ate you out. He had started out by kissing up your legs, leaving hickeys here and there and moaning about how much he loved your thick thighs. That was until he was face to face with your sex. He let out a devilish chuckle before diving in. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he made a mess of your pussy with his mouth. You tried to push his head away, the sensation becoming too much, but Jack kept his grip on your thighs, pushing his face against your pussy even harder so his nose would put pressure on your clit - just how you liked it.

“F-fuck, J-Jack-“ you cried out as you came. Jack hummed, the vibration from his mouth making your toes curl and a stray tear slipped from your eye. Jack lifted his head from your thighs, and started to crawl up your body - his beard and jaw slick with your wetness. He kissed up your belly, smushing his face in it a little as he murmured out “I love your lil pooch. So soft and warm, one of my favorite things about you.” He said giving it a final peck before looking up at you. His blue eyes pierced into yours, making you shy your face away into your hands, feeling exposed at how vulnerable you were.

“You can hide all you want angel, s’not gonna make me stop loving on you. Though I’d really like to see your sweet face too.” He told you, gently removing your hands from your face. He smiled at you and you blushed as he leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you. So much y/n. Nothing will make me change my mind about that. I just want you to see yourself how I see you. Beautiful, sweet..” he said before laying kisses across your chest, taking his time with each breast.

“- so pretty, and all for me. Love these curves and the freckles on your face. Love these sweet, soft lil rolls of yours and these sexy stretch marks mamas.” He continued, and you felt your throat start to close up, recognizing the tell tale signs that tears were about to spill from your eyes. You let out a shaky breath as Jack continued his monologue, his cock slowly thrusting into you. You let out a gasp at his size, never truly ever getting used to the euphoric feeling of him stretching you out.

“You’re the most beautiful woman alive baby, and as your man, I should be making you feel like that every single day, I’m sorry I’ve dropped the ball a bit, won’t happen again. I promise sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear as he thrusted into you.

“You always make me feel beautiful Jack-“ you cried out softly, his dick nudging against that spot. “Fuck, just like that baby-“ you moaned softly.

“You’re too good to me.. you and your sweet pussy..” Jack groaned as his thrusts quickened.

“You deserve everything y/n, my good girl..” he moaned as you clenched around him. You came with a loud cry as Jack sneaked a thumb to your clit, sending you on overdrive. You whined and clawed at his back at the overstimulation, which made Jack smile.

You laid there, regaining your breath for a minute or two before Jack flipped the two of you over. He lightly tapped your ass which got him your attention.

“Sit on my face.” He said, guiding your hips over his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure about complying with Jack’s request as you didn’t want to rest you full weight on his face.

“Jack no, I’m too heavy for that-“ you started before Jack took your wrists in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N. I don’t give a fuck, suffocate me for all I care, it’d be a blessing to die like this. I know what I said. Sit. On. My. Face. Now.” he growled, his tone deep and unwavering - you knew he was serious. His arms came to circle around your thighs again, pulling you down so you fully sat on his face. You quickly forgot about your insecurities as Jack’s tongue worked it’s magic in you. His tongue swirled and suckled on your clit, making you grind your hips into his face. Once he started tongue fucking you- you were done for. The way his soft tongue moved through your folds and lapped you up as well as switching up between that and teasing your clit by grazing his teeth along it, you squirted all over Jack with a loud moan of his name, your nails digging into the headboard and Jack holding your hips against him to help you ride out your high.

Jack helped you shuffle down his body and lay on him before giving your forehead a kiss.

“You’re my favorite juice to drink y’know?” Jack said after a moment of silence. You laughed into his chest as he continued.

“I’m serious, I could put this shit in a bottle and drink it every morning with my eggs.” Jack joked, and you looked up at him, giving him a gentle sensual kiss.

“I love you.” You told him.

“I love you more.” He said holding your gaze.

“Impossible.” You whispered as huh pecked his lips.

“Oh really? Want me to keep showing you? Cause you know I will, climb back up mamas-“ Jack challenged you.

“Okay, okay. How about we agree to disagree?” You suggested.

“No, I refuse, I love you more!” Jack said before littering your face with kisses making you laugh h until you couldn’t breathe.

“Okay Jack! I surrender!” You laughed with tears in your eyes.

“Good, there’s no way you’ll ever win that fight.” He said contently as he tightened his hold on you, pulling you in closer to his chest. He gave you another sweet kiss before rubbing your back until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up to Jack eating you out again, making you cum twice before told you ‘good morning’. He crawled up and kissed you passionately before separating.

“I’m gonna go get the shower started. You come in when your ready, alright smush?” Jack softly whispered as you were still coming down from your high. You nodded and heard him chuckle before feeling his lips press against your forehead. You felt his weight dip off the bed and heard his footsteps walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on.

After a minute you opened your eyes again. Rolling over, you grabbed your phone, wanting to check a few things before heading to the shower.

You tapped the instagram icon, opening the app, you eyes widening at what you saw.

Jack had posted multiple pictures of you two in a post with a caption that brought back tears to your eyes.

jackharlow: my girl is the baddest to ever do it. thick as hell, homegrown, and all mine. Don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I’m for sure the luckiest man alive. love you, stink. (p.s. fat phobia has never been and will never be the vibe. Fuck outta here with that shit.)

You smiled to yourself. He really fucking loved you. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he did because he did love you. And you loved him. That’s all that really mattered. You locked your phone and walked to the bathroom. You heard Jack humming to himself as you undressed and opened the shower door. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he turned around in your hold, smiling. The two of you held each other like that for a couple minutes. The warm water beating down on both of you as you relaxed into eachother.

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“For what?”

“Everything. The instagram post, for loving me, for putting up with me when I’m spiraling. For being the best boyfriend.” You said looking up into his eyes.

Jack leaned down and captured your lips in a loving kiss. He parted the two of you and leant his forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s a privilege for me to love you. And me reassuring you that I love you and want you isn’t me ‘putting up with you’. You should feel loved and wanted by me all the time, it’s my boyfriend duties.” He said rubbing his nose against yours.

“Love you so much mamas, my pretty girl.”

“I love you too Jack, so so much.” You whispered as you felt him start to back you into the shower wall, hooking one of your legs around his waist, as he continued to show you how much he needed and craved you - and continued to show you for the rest of the week.

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[systlin]

I *hate* it when bad books have an honestly interest kernel. Maybe it’s a few side characters, maybe it’s some of the world building, but they had a good thing and then the author f-Ed it all up! Like, there’s a reason Harry Potter has got so much fan fiction. Actually, Harry Potter is one of the mildest examples, cause the books are moderate-to-ok kids stories, it’s just the author who’s horrible.

But if you look at things like Gor, or the Anita Blake books, or twilight? It would be honestly interesting to see bug aliens try and social engineer a bunch of humans into their caste system style, and it all going horrifically wrong. But no, it had to be weird and rapey and misogynistic.

And the world of Anita Blake stuff is actually interesting, a modernish world with public supernatural stuff, how human fear would treat these people. But then it devolves into copaganda porn after 5 seconds after encountering vamps.

And for twilight, you only need to look at any character other than the main couple to see a way better backstory/plot than the story written.

We were JUSt discussing on the Discord how Gor could actually be a really fucking cool dystopian horror with big fuckin bug things enslaving humanity and keeping us at a certain tech level so we couldn't fight back and stuff and trying to influence Earth politics, but instead went the other and worst possible direction.

[storiesforallfandoms]

tabloid bs ~ eminem

word count: 1822

request?: yes!

@imaginesforjohnnydepp​ “hi! i was wondering if you could do an age gap eminem x reader imagine where the reader is a singer and is the daughter of a very successful actor and singer and there are rumors of her parents not liking marshall making the rounds in the tabloids?”

description: in which she decides to shut down bullshit tabloid rumors regarding her boyfriend and her parents

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (totally legal though, we’ll say the reader is about 25)

masterlist (one, two)

Being the daughter of two incredibly famous actors meant you were in the spotlight from a young age. Paparazzi, crazy fans, fake friends, none of it was new to you by the time you decided you wanted to try your hand in singing.

You were nervous at first, worrying that either you’d only blow up because of who your parents were, or that everyone would shut down your career because of who your parents were. You were happily surprised to learn that everyone genuinely liked you and your music, despite your parentage.

As your career began to skyrocket, you were contacted by none other than Eminem asking to make a song with you. Apparently he was so impressed by your talent that he wanted to get in contact with you and ask you himself for a collab, something that he only did with people who ended up becoming close friends of his (Skylar Grey, Rihanna, 50 Cent, Ed Sheeran, etc. etc.).

You ended up following this trend, except in a much more extreme way. You did end up becoming close with him, but not as just a friend. Within a month of doing your collaboration you found yourself going on a date with Marshall, and within a year you were basically living with him.

The press had a field day when they found out. You were 20 years younger than Marshall, and he was only two years younger than your mom. Of course people didn’t react to kindly to this at first, but it wasn’t as hard to ignore these things as you expected it to be.

The thing that was hard to ignore, though, was the constant stories that were published about your parents hating Marshall, and hating your relationship.

This couldn’t be farther from the truth. Your parents loved Marshall, both as a musician and as their daughter’s boyfriend. Your dad and Marshall got along really well, and your mom basically viewed him as a new best friend from the moment he walked through the door.

These rumors were harder to ignore when they were brought up so often in interviews and during livestreams or Q&As. You were starting to get annoyed with it and you wanted to make it stop.

Lucky for you, the person interviewing you at that moment gave you the perfect segway to shutting those rumors down.

“I know this is a bit of a private topic,” she started, “and if you don’t want to talk about it we can just move on, but there’s something circulating in the rumor mill regarding you and your boyfriend.”

“Of course there is,” you said, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. You were trying to remain lighthearted about it all, but you were feeling the annoyance bubble up inside of you already.

“There’s a story going around that you blew off your dad’s birthday because he wouldn’t let you bring Eminem to the celebration.”

You felt your face heating up with anger. Oh, so now the media was trying to present you as a bratty singer now too? Saying you skipped your own father’s birthday due to your boyfriend?

No, they were not getting away with that one.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly opened it. The interviewer looked at you in confusion as you scrolled through your pictures before holding your phone towards the nearest camera.

“Here’s a picture of me and my dad two days after his birthday,” you said. “It was taken by Marshall, because the three of us had a special celebration alone. My flight home was delayed and I had to miss my dad’s actual birthday, in which my boyfriend was actually invited to, by the way. Dad specifically asked if Marshall would be coming, even jokingly told me that I had to take him. So no, I didn’t purposely miss my dad’s birthday because of my boyfriend, I would never miss dad’s birthday on purpose.”

“All you had to say was no,” the interviewer mumbled, regarding her notes to move along to the next question.

“No,” you said. “I’m not keeping this one short and sweet. I’m tired of all these stupid, untrue things being said about me and my boyfriend and my parents. Mom and dad don’t hate Marshall, I don’t purposely not see my parents because of him. There’s no hate at all between any of us, and it makes me angry that tabloids make those accusations without any evidence just for clicks. This is someone’s real life, not just some fiction for someone to fuck around with.”

“You sound very passionate about this.”

You scoffed. “Of course I am! Ever since Marshall and I have started dating people have been saying shit about him and my parents and I don’t understand why. There’s never been any ill will between my parents and Marshall, not even any implied ill will. People just like to make up stories so they have a good headline to get views and get people talking.”

“Well, although nothing has been ever been confirmed, you can’t say you don’t understand where those rumors came from. No one wants their kid dating someone who is basically their age, no matter how famous that person is. It’s only natural for a parent to be protective over their kid, especially from such an older person that may just be taking advantage of them.”

Your eyes were wide with shock. You could barley believe what this bitch was saying. She was really trying to spin the story and say that Marshall was trying to take advantage of you, a literal 25 year old adult?

You stood from my chair then and began trying to pull the microphone off of yourself. The interviewer looked at me with concern before trying to stop you.

“I’m done here,” you declared, pulling at the wire once I found it.

“You’re going to break the mic!”

“Send the bill to my people,” you retorted. “I’m not sitting here and having someone tell me that the guy I’m dating is trying to take advantage of me just because he’s older, or hearing you spill some bullshit about my parents. Newsflash: if someone is happy publicly with their relationship, then maybe they’re actually happy. No tragic behind the scene stories or ulterior motives, just two adults who are in love.”

You finally got the microphone off and basically threw it at the interviewer before turning and leaving the room.

~~~~~~

You stayed at Marshall’s place that night, still partially fuming from the interview. You didn’t tell him specifics (especially not that you walked out in a fury the way you did), but you told him it didn’t go well.

You were awoken the next morning to your phone ringing. When you checked it, you saw your dad’s face and name light up your screen. You groaned when you noticed how early the time was before answering. “Hello?”

“Good morning sweetie,” came your dad’s voice. “Have you been online yet?”

“I haven’t even been out of bed yet,” you responded. “Why? What’s going on?”

“You’re trending for walking out of your interview.”

You sat up in the bed so quickly that it woke Marshall. He rolled over and looked at you in confusion as you put your dad on speaker and started frantically opening your Twitter app.

“Dad, you’re on speaker. Marshall is here,” you told him as you started looking.

“Good morning, Marshall,” your dad said.

“Morning,” Marshall responded, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What’s going on that has (Y/N) wide awake at 8am?”

“She’s trending.”

“For what?”

There it was, your name at the top of the trending list. When you clicked on it, the first thing that popped up was your interview from the day before.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “I can’t believe they actually posted. It was so bad, I thought they’d just delete the footage and never think of it again.”

“You think too highly of people looking for a good scoop, honey.”

The title of the video read Singer (Y/F/N) Goes Off On Interviewer while Talking About Parents and Boyfriend Eminem. The entire interview was included, luckily enough, including everything leading up to your storm out. Marshall watched over your shoulder as your dad waited, silently, for you to see it all.

“You didn’t tell me what was said,” Marshall said. “Why didn’t you tell me they were saying that shit to you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you responded. “I mean, it did matter, but by the time I got here I didn’t think it would matter anymore. Like I said, I thought the footage would be deleted and long forgotten.”

You were nervously biting at your nails as you scrolled through Twitter to see what people were saying. You were expecting a wave of hate and people believing that you truly were a bratty singer, until you started to see how much praise and love you were getting.

“Imagine trying to frame (Y/N) as the bad one in this situation when the interviewer literally said Eminem is trying to take advantage of her”

“Never believed those rumors about (Y/N)’s parents and Eminem. They’re all too tightknit for (Y/N) to date someone her parents hate”

“The way she told the interviewer to bill her for the broken mic that’s QUEEN SHIT”

“It doesn’t seem too bad,” you said as you continued to read. “A lot of people on my side.”

“Oh, I knew no one was against you on this one,” your dad said. “I just wanted to let you know you’re trending, and let you know I’m proud of you for finally putting an end to those rumors. It was getting really tiresome to read why I hated Marshall on any given day.”

You chuckled slightly. “Thanks dad. I’ll call you and mom later. Love you.”

“Love you, too, honey.”

Your dad hung up and you decided it would be for the best to put your phone away for a while. Even though you weren’t getting any negative attention for this, you were still overwhelmed by the fact that the interview went up at all.

You settled back into bed beside Marshall, taking your place in his arms where you loved to be the most.

“I’m proud of you, too,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t realize my girl was so badass.”

“Yes you did.”

“Maybe I did.” You giggled as you nuzzled your head into his chest more. “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Of course I know, babe. Don’t let that shitty interviewer and her bullshit get to you.”

“Oh she’s not,” he said. “I’m well aware your parents love me and I’m not taking advantage of you. I just wanted to remind you.”

I chuckled and shook my head. Shortly after, I drifted off to sleep, feeling proud of myself for what I had done.

[celestialfeya]

Eremika AU Headcanon:

Everyone talks about how they f***ed in the cabin (no shit, they’re two 20 year olds by themselves in the middle of nowhere) - but what I want to talk about is my opinion that contrary to some people’s belief which is that on the night she confessed and they ran off, they immediately got into each other’s pants as quickly as possible... call me a hopeless romantic but I think that they actually took a while. And I think that build up made it cuter/better once they finally did do stuff. My theory is they only had one bed in the cabin and they’d sleep next to each other, eren would be shirtless and mikasa would be wearing a little tank top or a shirt and some pajama bottoms... eventually she got so comfortable around him she just started wearing one of his shirts and her underwear. They still hadn’t done anything yet other than have a few awkward chaste kisses. Sometimes they’d wake up tangled up in each other and nervously get up. Constantly looking each other up and down, mikasa would sometimes run her hands along eren’s abs and chest while she was asleep and eren would wake up and just watch her. He tests it “I love you” he whispers when she’s fast asleep. A moment goes by. “I-I luh you” she replies in her slumber. Eren’s eyes widen and he leans down to kiss her forehead, then goes back to sleep. I feel like after 10 years of only platonic interactions that the transition wouldn’t actually be that smooth and they’d shyly ease into the relationship that they both want. Then one day their eyes would wander a little too far for a little too long until their gazes meet and they look at each other; flustered; and then just collectively exhale “I can’t take this anymore” and start making out 🤗

(Someone write a fan fiction, it can be short 🤣)

[harcidian]

meridian

12 years since The Promised Day, Amestris reopened its gates. Ed and Al’s research became a global sensation: a new rule by the laws of the East and the West. It was their promise to help those who suffer from alchemy, one that would have spared the life of a little girl they couldn’t save. Little did they know, the world isn’t only run by alchemy. Greater threats await as their knowledge expands, and they begin to realize every promise is a debt to be paid in the future. Starting when Roy was promoted to Führer, Riza handed him an envelope. It was her resignation letter.

Chapter One: The 520 Cenz Promise

Until the day he reaches his goal

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Chapters: 1/80 (may still change)

Rating: Teen and Up (may include politics, belief systems, mentions of drugs but nothing descriptive)

Categories: General, F/M (but I will include other relationships in the future)

Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Winry Rockbell, Edward and Winry's children, Team Mustang, Olivier Mira Armstrong, Rebecca Catalina, Alex Louis Armstrong, Mei Chan | May Chang, Ling Yao, Lan Fan, Jean Havoc, Vato Falman, Heymans Breda, Kain Fuery

Relationships: Riza Hawkeye / Roy Mustang, Edward Elric / Winry Rockbell, Mei Chan | May Chang / Alphonse Elric, Lan Fan / Ling Yao

Genre: Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Medieval Science, Science Fiction

Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, Fuhrer Roy Mustang, Emperor Ling Yao, Edwin's Kids, mostly in Riza's POV, subtle romance like in FMA but a bit more suggestive, Astrology, Alkahestry, Automation

Warnings:

Canon-Typical Violence, Mentions of Drugs, Implied/Referenced Drug Addition, Politics, Belief systems

Notes:

This is my personal love letter to the series since the manga is now 20 years old, and FMA:B has first aired 12 years ago.

And this is the product of 12 months of planning (still ongoing tbh).

I have dissected the mangahood for hints and clues on what might happen after the series, and I'll be happy to share my analysis in a bit (fma mangahood predictions link)

Disclaimer: I’m not saying this is how the canon story should continue, or that this is absolutely 100% accurate in characterization, plot analyses, among other things. These are just my crazy headcanons whenever I’m in class (lmao) so take it with a grain of salt.

And if you do not like post-canon stories, you don't have to read this!

Also, based on the premise, this story focuses more on worldbuilding than romance. So, the relationships included in the tags serve as the relationships that this story includes, not the main thing this story is about. Although some of the conflicts revolve around these relationships.

Enjoy!