#more dispatches from twitter

[irenydraws]

early attempt to teach myself how to use comic draw....scene from terra nova by ted tally, the stage play about the british polar party feat. roald amundsen as an avatar of death that only robert falcon scott can see. i simply think everyone should read it (and you can! here!)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

How lock-in hurts design

Berliners: Otherland has added a second date (Jan 28) for my book-talk after the first one sold out - book now!

If you've ever read about design, you've probably encountered the idea of "paving the desire path." A "desire path" is an erosion path created by people departing from the official walkway and taking their own route. The story goes that smart campus planners don't fight the desire paths laid down by students; they pave them, formalizing the route that their constituents have voted for with their feet.

Desire paths aren't always great (Wikipedia notes that "desire paths sometimes cut through sensitive habitats and exclusion zones, threatening wildlife and park security"), but in the context of design, a desire path is a way that users communicate with designers, creating a feedback loop between those two groups. The designers make a product, the users use it in ways that surprise the designer, and the designer integrates all that into a new revision of the product.

This method is widely heralded as a means of "co-innovating" between users and companies. Designers who practice the method are lauded for their humility, their willingness to learn from their users. Tech history is strewn with examples of successful paved desire-paths.

Take John Deere. While today the company is notorious for its war on its customers (via its opposition to right to repair), Deere was once a leader in co-innovation, dispatching roving field engineers to visit farms and learn how farmers had modified their tractors. The best of these modifications would then be worked into the next round of tractor designs, in a virtuous cycle:

https://securityledger.com/2019/03/opinion-my-grandfathers-john-deere-would-support-our-right-to-repair/

But this pattern is even more pronounced in the digital world, because it's much easier to update a digital service than it is to update all the tractors in the field, especially if that service is cloud-based, meaning you can modify the back-end everyone is instantly updated. The most celebrated example of this co-creation is Twitter, whose users created a host of its core features.

Retweets, for example, were a user creation. Users who saw something they liked on the service would type "RT" and paste the text and the link into a new tweet composition window. Same for quote-tweets: users copied the URL for a tweet and pasted it in below their own commentary. Twitter designers observed this user innovation and formalized it, turning it into part of Twitter's core feature-set.

Companies are obsessed with discovering digital desire paths. They pay fortunes for analytics software to produce maps of how their users interact with their services, run focus groups, even embed sneaky screen-recording software into their web-pages:

https://www.wired.com/story/the-dark-side-of-replay-sessions-that-record-your-every-move-online/

This relentless surveillance of users is pursued in the name of making things better for them: let us spy on you and we'll figure out where your pain-points and friction are coming from, and remove those. We all win!

But this impulse is a world apart from the humility and respect implied by co-innovation. The constant, nonconsensual observation of users has more to do with controlling users than learning from them.

That is, after all, the ethos of modern technology: the more control a company can exert over its users ,the more value it can transfer from those users to its shareholders. That's the key to enshittification, the ubiquitous platform decay that has degraded virtually all the technology we use, making it worse every day:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

When you are seeking to control users, the desire paths they create are all too frequently a means to wrestling control back from you. Take advertising: every time a service makes its ads more obnoxious and invasive, it creates an incentive for its users to search for "how do I install an ad-blocker":

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/07/adblocking-how-about-nah

More than half of all web-users have installed ad-blockers. It's the largest consumer boycott in human history:

https://doc.searls.com/2023/11/11/how-is-the-worlds-biggest-boycott-doing/

But zero app users have installed ad-blockers, because reverse-engineering an app requires that you bypass its encryption, triggering liability under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. This law provides for a $500,000 fine and a 5-year prison sentence for "circumvention" of access controls:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/12/youre-holding-it-wrong/#if-dishwashers-were-iphones

Beyond that, modifying an app creates liability under copyright, trademark, patent, trade secrets, noncompete, nondisclosure and so on. It's what Jay Freeman calls "felony contempt of business model":

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

This is why services are so horny to drive you to install their app rather using their websites: they are trying to get you to do something that, given your druthers, you would prefer not to do. They want to force you to exit through the gift shop, you want to carve a desire path straight to the parking lot. Apps let them mobilize the law to literally criminalize those desire paths.

An app is just a web-page wrapped in enough IP to make it a felony to block ads in it (or do anything else that wrestles value back from a company). Apps are web-pages where everything not forbidden is mandatory.

Seen in this light, an app is a way to wage war on desire paths, to abandon the cooperative model for co-innovation in favor of the adversarial model of user control and extraction.

Corporate apologists like to claim that the proliferation of apps proves that users like them. Neoliberal economists love the idea that business as usual represents a "revealed preference." This is an intellectually unserious tautology: "you do this, so you must like it":

https://boingboing.net/2024/01/22/hp-ceo-says-customers-are-a-bad-investment-unless-they-can-be-made-to-buy-companys-drm-ink-cartridges.html

Calling an action where no alternatives are permissible a "preference" or a "choice" is a cheap trick – especially when considered against the "preferences" that reveal themselves when a real choice is possible. Take commercial surveillance: when Apple gave Ios users a choice about being spied on – a one-click opt of of app-based surveillance – 96% of users choice no spying:

https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2021/05/96-of-us-users-opt-out-of-app-tracking-in-ios-14-5-analytics-find/

But then Apple started spying on those very same users that had opted out of spying by Facebook and other Apple competitors:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Neoclassical economists aren't just obsessed with revealed preferences – they also love to bandy about the idea of "moral hazard": economic arrangements that tempt people to be dishonest. This is typically applied to the public ("consumers" in the contemptuous parlance of econospeak). But apps are pure moral hazard – for corporations. The ability to prohibit desire paths – and literally imprison rivals who help your users thwart those prohibitions – is too tempting for companies to resist.

The fact that the majority of web users block ads reveals a strong preference for not being spied on ("users just want relevant ads" is such an obvious lie that doesn't merit any serious discussion):

https://www.iccl.ie/news/82-of-the-irish-public-wants-big-techs-toxic-algorithms-switched-off/

Giant companies attained their scale by learning from their users, not by thwarting them. The person using technology always knows something about what they need to do and how they want to do it that the designers can never anticipate. This is especially true of people who are unlike those designers – people who live on the other side of the world, or the other side of the economic divide, or whose bodies don't work the way that the designers' bodies do:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/20/benevolent-dictators/#felony-contempt-of-business-model

Apps – and other technologies that are locked down so their users can be locked in – are the height of technological arrogance. They embody a belief that users are to be told, not heard. If a user wants to do something that the designer didn't anticipate, that's the user's fault:

https://www.wired.com/2010/06/iphone-4-holding-it-wrong/

Corporate enthusiasm for prohibiting you from reconfiguring the tools you use to suit your needs is a declaration of the end of history. "Sure," John Deere execs say, "we once learned from farmers by observing how they modified their tractors. But today's farmers are so much stupider and we are so much smarter that we have nothing to learn from them anymore."

Spying on your users to control them is a poor substitute asking your users their permission to learn from them. Without technological self-determination, preferences can't be revealed. Without the right to seize the means of computation, the desire paths never emerge, leaving designers in the dark about what users really want.

Our policymakers swear loyalty to "innovation" but when corporations ask for the right to decide who can innovate and how, they fall all over themselves to create laws that let companies punish users for the crime of contempt of business-model.

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/24/everything-not-mandatory/#is-prohibited

Image: Belem (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Desire_path_%2819811581366%29.jpg

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/deed.en

[etherealrin]

⋆.˚ call it what you want

in which proplayer!sae could care less about what the media was calling you two, if it means being with you again

warnings: none // wc: 647

note: fem reader! badly proofread

the star midfielder of re al, itoshi sae, has a spotless reputation. there wasn't a single stain on his image, not one rumor or dating scandal. it was a matter of heated debate online; there were multiple twitter threads regarding sae's love life. was he truly single? perhaps not into women at all? did he have a secret relationship with another celebrity? if he did, he was remarkably good at never being caught.

so when a photograph of sae leading a girl to a secluded room, shot at an angle where one could only see a flash of glimmering hair, goes viral, the entire internet was wholly appalled.

sae scoffs as you read another article from your phone's news feed to him. "hey, look at this!" your tone is joking as you point towards the device's screen. "they're questioning if i'm some top hollywood celeb. is it because i dyed my hair recently?"

"love, that's stupid. you know dispatch reports more lies than truths." he replies, nose wrinkling at the thought. sure, you were beautiful, more so than any actress, but he really didn't enjoy all of the media speculation he received. was it so wrong of him to want something normal, to have a private relationship?

you'd known sae since before he went to spain, when you were just two simple kids trying to go through life the right way. when he had left, it'd caused a huge buzz in your town, japan finally receiving international attention for football. and you'd long since been regarded as sae's closest friend, so everyone was clamoring to ask you: would he ever come back? the drama queens threw their fits (sae had no shortage of admirers even then), many people called you a liar when you said that you didn't know, the pressure caused you to isolate yourself—done with how nosy the world was being. and of course, you missed sae more than anything. you'd mindlessly twist your fingers through the silver necklace he gifted you right before his flight, the 冴 character shining in the pale moonlight. no one else knew the words he'd suddenly whispered into your ears before he boarded without sparing a glance back; "i love you, i'll swear i'll see you again."

you'd kept that necklace for years, until itoshi sae appeared in japan once more, to play for a mysterious soccer match; and a front row ticket was mysteriously sent to your email. which you had never changed from before he left. nervous anticipation floods you, you were about to see your best friend who you hadn't heard from in years. when you finally spot him on the field, he looked nothing less than a daydream, dark pink locks impossibly perfect even against the wind and sweat. as he's being introduced, sae's gaze somehow found you amongst the crowd—you might have died. though he knew you would show up, he couldn't help but look for extra assurance. and you couldn't have predicted the whirl of events that happened after. his manager pulling you aside, saying that "itoshi sae needs to meet you," sae walking towards you with his head down, evidently trying to avoid the paparazzi, grabbing your hands and guiding you into an empty interviewing room; teal eyes glimmering with unsaid words.

your lips inevitably crashed into each other, you both had heard the cameras click and seen the flash of brilliant white, but none of you cared. "at least i did one thing right," is what sae had murmured after a few minutes, deft fingers tracing across your cheeks. his eyes flickered over the chain he gave you, one you'd never taken off. the media could call it what they wanted, because in that moment it was only you and sae. though perhaps it had always been that way—all it took was for one of you to see it.

a/n: dude i'm so obsessed w this song rn. also i finally stopped slandering sae who would've thought this day would come so soon!

masterlist.

[scoupsakakitty]

heyy, can you do an angst mingi x idol reader who are in a relationship and are exposed to the public?

Unspoken From the Stage | idol!Mingi x idol!Reader | angst,fluff

Y/N had always known that dating an idol wasn’t going to be easy—especially when she was one too. A rookie, barely a year into the industry, with eyes constantly watching and cameras always flashing. But with Mingi, things had felt different. Real. Quiet in the way love should be when it’s honest.

They met during a backstage encounter at a joint music show, a shared laugh over a tangled mic cable, a conversation that lingered too long after the stylists had left. Mingi, with his unpredictable energy and surprising softness, had slowly woven himself into her off-stage life.

For months, their relationship was private, protected in shadows. They’d meet after rehearsals, eat ramen in his dorm parking lot, share voice notes that became lullabies. She wore his hoodie when no one was watching, he memorized the color of her lip tint just from the edge of her coffee cup.

And then Dispatch happened.

The photos were undeniable—Y/N slipping into a black van at dawn, Mingi’s figure blurred but recognizable just steps behind her. The headlines screamed it before they could even react: “ATEEZ’s Mingi and Rookie Idol Y/N Caught in Secret Relationship.”

What followed was chaos.

Her label panicked. His agency went into crisis mode. Comments flooded in like poison—some in support, most not. Accusations, threats, harsh edits made their way into Twitter threads. Y/N's group lost brand deals overnight. The fandom war started instantly. She was “clout-chasing,” “ruining his image,” “irrelevant.”

At first, they tried to weather it.

Late-night calls with shaky voices.

Mingi whispering, “I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N replying, “Promise?”

He did. He meant it.

But time chipped away at them. The pressure wasn't just online—it bled into their professional lives. Staff became distant. Her members grew quiet. Even fans at events stopped cheering as loudly. She smiled less during schedules, laughed too quickly, blinked too much to hide the sting.

Mingi noticed. Of course he did.

They met secretly in a quiet parking garage after her comeback stage. She was still in full makeup, but her eyes were red beneath the glitter.

“Why didn’t you tell me you cried after rehearsal yesterday?” he asked.

She looked away. “You had your live. I didn’t want to ruin your energy.”

“You’re never ruining anything,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “I want to be there.”

Y/N’s lips quivered. “I know you do. But being with me is hurting you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Mingi.” Her voice broke on his name. “You haven’t written a lyric in weeks. You’ve lost weight. You flinched when I called you in front of your manager. You’re scared. Don’t lie to me about that.”

His mouth opened, but the words died.

He hated that she was right. Hated that her presence—so comforting in private—had become a battlefield in public.

“But I love you,” he whispered, like it was his final argument. “Isn’t that supposed to be enough?”

She wiped her cheek. “Not when it turns you into someone afraid.”

They stood in silence for too long.

Finally, she said it.

“Let’s... take a step back. Just for now.”

Mingi’s hands dropped from where they had hovered near her arms. The distance between them became more than physical.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“No,” she whispered. “It’s what you need.”

She turned before he could respond. Her footsteps echoed in the empty garage. She didn’t look back.

Days turned into weeks.

There were no updates from her end. No photos. No rumors. No messages.

Mingi tried to distract himself—writing, rehearsing, preparing for the tour. But every lyric he penned started sounding like her voice. Every stage felt off-balance without her watching from the wings.

He texted once.

“Still wearing your necklace.”

No reply.

She watched his comeback through a cracked phone screen and cried into her pillow.

One of her members hugged her in silence. The others didn’t ask.

The world thought the fire had burned out. But it hadn’t. It was just quiet now—smoldering under the surface, waiting.

And it waited all the way until the night of the awards.

Where everything would speak—

—without saying a word.

The lights were dizzying. Dozens of idols filled the massive stage, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in sleek black and silver tones. The MCs had just finished announcing the nominees for “Best Performance of the Year,” and all nominated groups stood in place under the sweeping camera cranes.

Y/N stood near the center with her members, their hands folded politely in front of them, expressions poised. But her heart pounded hard enough that she could hear the blood in her ears. Somewhere, just three bodies to her left, was him.

Mingi.

She hadn’t seen him in person since the night of their last conversation. But she had heard his voice, over and over—on broadcasts, radio interviews, award speeches. Never once directed at her. Never once where she could answer.

Until tonight.

Her eyes flicked sideways, unthinking. The camera was far enough away. She caught a glimpse of his profile: jaw clenched, lips set in that unreadable line he wore when he was trying to keep it together. He wasn’t smiling. He never smiled in moments like this, even before her.

The MC’s voice rang out again:

"And the winner for Best Performance is..."

Pause. Drumroll.

"ATEEZ!"

Cheers exploded from the audience. Mingi’s members clapped, exchanged quick hugs. He smiled now—briefly, automatically—as he stepped forward with his group. But as they moved, something happened.

He passed by her.

She hadn’t meant to look. But her head turned instinctively. And just as he walked past her right shoulder, his hand brushed against hers.

It was so subtle she might have imagined it. Just the faintest brush of skin. But her fingers tingled. Burned.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t say a word. But as he passed, his eyes met hers.

A second. Maybe less.

And in that second, he said everything he hadn’t in weeks.

I still see you. I still want you. I still love you.

Her breath caught. She looked straight ahead, camera-trained, but her hands trembled slightly. No one around her reacted. Only the fans with hyper-zoom lenses would ever catch it. But in that moment, she wasn’t Y/N the rookie idol.

She was just the girl who used to sit in his lap and steal fries from his plate.

ATEEZ accepted the award with practiced charisma. Seonghwa gave the thank-you speech. The members bowed, the music cued. But her eyes stayed on one person.

Mingi stood on the far right as the music played them off stage. Just before turning, he looked back over his shoulder.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. But the look lingered.

And Y/N looked back.

No one else noticed.

But the fancams did.

Later that night, clips were already circulating online.

“Did anyone see that look between Mingi and Y/N??” “I swear their hands touched on stage.” “She watched him the whole time during the speech.” “That wasn’t acting. That was heartbreak.”

Y/N sat on the dressing room bench, scrolling without reacting. Her phone buzzed once. A message preview lit up the screen.

Mingi [00:43]: If the whole world’s watching… I’d still look at you like that.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t smile.

She just stared at the words, thumb hovering over the screen.

And for the first time in weeks—

She wanted to answer.

Y/N stood in front of the glass doors of the hotel lobby, heart in her throat. The email with her agency's flight itinerary was still open on her phone, but her mind was stuck on one thing.

Mingi [00:43]: If the whole world’s watching… I’d still look at you like that.

She had read it a dozen times. And now, she was here.

The staff at the front desk recognized her immediately but said nothing—professional discretion. One of the coordinators guided her upstairs without a word. Her palms were sweating. Every step toward that room felt like walking through memories: his voice in her ear, his arm around her waist, the warmth of him beside her in silence.

She stopped outside Room 1705. Raised her hand. Knocked.

The door opened in seconds.

Mingi. Wearing a loose black shirt, hair damp like he’d just showered, eyes wide and vulnerable like he couldn’t believe she was real.

Neither of them said anything.

Then he stepped aside, wordlessly, and she walked in.

The door closed. Silence stretched. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her hoodie.

He spoke first.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I almost didn’t.”

A beat passed.

“Why did you?”

She met his eyes finally.

“Because I still love you. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

Mingi inhaled like he hadn’t breathed in weeks. He walked slowly toward her, careful, like she might vanish.

“I never stopped looking for you in every room,” he whispered. “Even when you weren’t there.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t blink them away this time.

“I thought I was protecting you by leaving,” she said. “I thought I was giving you space to breathe, to not be hated because of me.”

“I thought I was respecting you by staying away,” he said quietly. “But I think I was just scared you’d moved on.”

Her brows furrowed. “You think I could forget you?”

“You walked away,” he said, voice cracking. “I told myself you had to. But it still broke me.”

Y/N stepped closer, close enough to feel his breath.

“I cried every night. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat properly. And I watched every one of your stages like I was torturing myself on purpose.”

“I wrote you into every verse I couldn’t finish,” he whispered. “You were in every song that never got released.”

They stood in that silence, not empty—but thick with everything left unsaid.

“I needed you to come find me,” she said. “I didn’t think I was allowed to come back.”

“I thought chasing you would just make it worse,” he admitted. “I was waiting for a sign that you wanted me to try.”

“That text… the one after the award show…” she looked down. “That was the sign.”

He slowly reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.

“I still wear the necklace you gave me,” he said softly. “It’s under every stage outfit. Even when I thought you hated me.”

She looked up at him, eyes wet. “I never hated you. I hated that the world made us doubt something that was real.”

He nodded, gently tugging her closer until their foreheads touched.

“I love you,” he said. “Not the idea of you. Not the version I made up to feel less lonely. You. All of you.”

She closed her eyes. “Then let’s stop running.”

He kissed her—finally. Not desperate. Not dramatic. Just soft. Long. Healing. Like an apology. Like a beginning.

They sank onto the couch, wrapped in each other, legs tangled and limbs tucked in like they were afraid to break the moment.

“I don’t want to do this in secret anymore,” she said after a while.

Mingi looked at her. “Even if it means more hate?”

“Even then,” she said. “Because the silence between us hurts more than anything strangers could ever say.”

He smiled, for real this time.

“Then let them talk,” he whispered. “But they don’t get a say in how this story ends.”

They spent the rest of the night talking. Really talking. About everything. The hurt. The pressure. The regret. The dreams. The fear of losing themselves and each other. And then—about what they wanted next.

“I want us to write our own rules,” she said. “Not the agency’s. Not the fans’. Ours.”

He nodded. “I’ll take whatever timeline you give me. As long as you’re in it.”

She curled closer to him.

“You’re it for me,” she whispered.

A week later, a blurry photo of them laughing in a ramen shop leaked online.

Comments exploded again. Some harsh. Some supportive. Most shocked.

But this time, Y/N didn’t read them.

Because her phone was face-down. And Mingi’s hand was in hers.

And this time, they were in the frame—together. Exactly where they belonged.

[ellipsus-writes]

Each week (or so), we'll highlight the relevant (and sometimes rage-inducing) news adjacent to writing and freedom of expression. This week:

Inkitt’s AI-powered fiction factory

Inkitt started in the mid-2010s as a cozy platform where anyone could share their writing. Fast forward twenty twenty-fuckkkkk, and like most startups, it’s pivoted hard into AI-fueled content production with the soul of an algorithm.

Pictured: Inkitt preparing human-generated work for an AI-powered flume ride to The Unknown.

Here’s how it works: Inkitt monitors reader engagement with tracking software, then picks popular stories to publish on its premium app, Galatea. From there, stories can get spun into sequels, spinoffs, or adapted for GalateaTV… often with minimal author involvement. Authors get an undisclosed cut of revenue, but for most, it’s a fraction of what they’d earn with a traditional publisher (let alone self-publishing).

“'They prey on new writers who have no idea what they’re doing,' said the writer of one popular Galatea series."

Many, many authors have side-eyed or outright decried the platform as inherently predatory for years, due to nebulous payout promises. And much of the concern centers on contracts that don’t require authors’ consent for editorial changes or AI-generated “additions” to the original text.

Now, Inkitt has gone full DiSrUpTiOn, leaning heavily on generative AI to ghostwrite, edit, generate audiobook narration, and design covers, under the banner of “democratizing storytelling.” (AI? In my democratized storytelling platform? It’s more likely than you think.)

Pictured: Inkitt’s CEO looking at the most-read stories.

But Inkitt’s CEO doesn’t seem too concerned about what authors think: “His business model doesn’t need them.”

The company recently raised $37 million, with backers including former CEOs of Sony, Penguin, and HarperCollins, proving once again that publishing loves a disruptor… as long as it disrupts creatives, not capital. And more AI companies are mushrooming up to chase the same vision: “a vision of human-created art becoming the raw material for AI-powered, corporate-owned content-production machines—a scenario in which humans would play an ever-shrinking role.”

(Not to say we predicted this, but…)

Welcome to the creator-industrial complex.

Publishers to AI: Stop stealing our stuff (please?)

Major publishers—including The New York Times, The Washington Post, The Guardian, and Vox Media—have launched a "Support Responsible AI" campaign, urging the U.S. government to regulate AI's use of copyrighted content.

Like last month's campaigns by the Authors Guild and the UK's Society of Authors, there's a website where where you can (and should!) contact your representatives to say, “Hey, maybe stop letting billion-dollar tech giants strip-mine journalism.”

The campaign’s ads carry slogans like “Stop AI Theft” and “AI Steals From You Too” and call for legislation that would force AI companies to pay for the content they train on and clearly label AI-generated content with attribution. This follows lobbying by OpenAI and Google to make it legal to scrape and train on copyrighted material without consent.

The publishers assert they are not explicitly anti-AI, but advocate for a “fair” system that respects intellectual property and supports journalism.

But… awkward, The Washington Post—now owned by Jeff Bezos—has reportedly already struck a deal with OpenAI to license and summarize its content. So, mixed signals.

Still, as the campaign reminds us: “Stealing is un-American.”

(Unless it’s profitable.)

#WarForever

We at Ellipsus love a good meme-turned-megaproject. Back in January, the-app-formerly-known-as-Twitter user @lolt64 tweeted a cryptic line about "the frozen wastes of europa,” the earliest reference to the never-ending war on Jupiter’s icy moon.

A slew of bleak dispatches from weary, doomed soldiers entrenched on Europa’s ice fields snowballed (iceberged?) into a sprawling saga, yes-and-ing with fan art, vignettes, and memes under the hashtag #WarForever.

It’s not quite X’s answer to Goncharov: It turns out WarForever is some flavor of viral marketing for a tabletop RPG zine. But the internet ran with it anyway, with NASA playing the Scorcese of the stars.

In a digital hellworld increasingly dominated by AI slopification, data harvesting, and “content at scale,” projects like WarForever are a blessed reminder that creativity—actual, human creativity—perseveres.

Even on a frozen moon. Even here.

Let us know if you find something other writers should know about, (or join our Discord and share it there!)

- The Ellipsus Team xo

[wonryllis]

ENHYPEN REVEALING THEIR NON!IDOL S/O.

────────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

CONTAINS. idol!enhypen showing you GENRE. fluff, fem!reader, requested WORDCOUNT. 727 LIB?

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 everyone knows okay everyone just does. it's in his eyes, it's in the way he speaks, it's in his body language, it's in the way he dresses, it's in the little advice and messages he leaves on weverse, it's in the pictures he posts. just everything exudes that he's a taken man desperately in love. his reveal is normal, an official announcement from the company the day after their contractual dating ban is over. appearing on a talk show after all excited to tell everyone about you to be hit by the realization that people actually did have idea just not that you are non celeb.

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he does not give a fuck about anyone but you. would reveal it so nonchalantly like he's on a live and fans accidentally spot you moving around in the background and he's like,"oh yeah that's my girl, would y'all like to say hi?" he'd call you over and have you sit on his lap the entire time, though not showing your face he doesn't want your privacy getting taken away. you both would laugh and interact with the comments and answer fan questions like you've been public for years. talking about first impressions, who's more clingy, why you chose him yk.

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he's scared, not for himself but for you. baby doesn't want his baby getting those hates and threats. he takes a little safer side, writing a personal note addressing the love of his life and asking to be respected and given privacy. monitors the response and as soon as everyone seems accepting he's showing you off everywhere he can, from talking about you on lives and interviews and shows to posting little tmis on social media. fans even grow to tease him with your name challenging him to things he wouldn't otherwise do. cutesy and hot alike.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 he has no intentions of revealing it like until he has a baby with you or something. but poor guy is so bad at concealing his feelings like he's on a show to give advice on fans queries and there's this specific question about how do you know you love someone and hoon is just K.O. ed rambles on about how there's this internal feeling and you just know it when you look at them, they're the best in the entire world and everything. then later on panics when articles surface about it, "oh my god baby they know! they know!" and he ends up confirming the rumours.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 this guy can't wait to let the world know about you, his special person, his home. takes every chance he gets to reveal y'all but the manager jumps in every single time telling him it's not the 'right time' yet. he's so annoyed now, he's taking it the dispatch way. sneakily going places without cover, not necessarily to you and then when the articles are out jumping at the first opportunity to introduce his lovely partner through a message to his fans. talking about how long he's been waiting to let them know this important person and how much he loves you.

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 my boy is soft launching it. he's posting these random ass pictures of succulents and cardigans and hairpins and lipgloss and everyone is so confused until he starts with pictures of hands that are too pretty to be his, skirts with thighs that couldn't be him and lastly a picture of him twirling around someone with the caption,"everyone meet my baby! :))" and after that he's making everyone sick with lovey dovey pictures of you everyday everywhere, twitter, instagram, weverse you name it, everywhere! fans be getting every little update of your love life.

𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 leaves little hints and tricks here and there to get the fans crazy with suspicions but at the same time not enough to expose y'all. plays at it for about a year before he gets impatient and unsatisfied with just little bits and pieces wants to upload full on vlogs about his days with you. wanting to post things like 'dance challenge with my beloved' literally has it on the tip of his mouth "i love my girlfriend," begs the company to let him reveal it and they're like we never stopped you?? so he does talking about it with fans- my girlfriend does that too! my girlfriend would love that!

taglist ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie @miniature-tragedy @jayujus @nanabbg @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly

[christopherisfoive]

hellooo! for the prompt list, i was wondering if you could do bang chan x idol reader with prompts:

7. "you can't flirt your way out of this one." and

9. secret relationship reveal

can be fluffy, crack or a bit angsty (happy ending tho lol). thank you so much!!🙆🖤

Request complete 💌 Thank you so much for trusting me with this one. I had such a lovely time writing it—hope it brings a little something special to your day 🤍 Feel free to send more anytime!

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There were a lot of unspoken rules in the industry.

Smile. Be polite. Say thank you. Stay out of scandals.

And definitely—definitely—don’t get caught dating another idol.

Which made what just happened on stage a complete disaster.

The moment you stepped off the award show stage, your hands were still trembling. Maybe it was adrenaline. Maybe it was panic. Or maybe it was because Bang Chan, the leader of Stray Kids and the man you’d been secretly dating for nearly a year, had just placed a hand on your waist—on live camera.

You’d both tried to play it cool. Smile. Bow. Wave. But even you couldn’t ignore the shift in energy backstage as you re-entered the holding area. The staff had gone quiet. A monitor replayed the clip in an endless loop. And in the footage? Chan, clearly grinning, clearly touching you. And you? Clearly leaning into it.

Your group’s youngest member, Yuna, was frozen in place near the monitor, blinking at the screen like it was glitching. Then she slowly turned to look at you, jaw dropping.

“Y/N… they know.”

You whipped around, dread forming in the pit of your stomach—only to see Chan striding toward you, cool as ever in his tailored black suit, like he hadn’t just blown your carefully constructed secret sky-high.

He looked… unfairly good. Confident. Dangerous. Like he had no regrets.

“Chan,” you warned under your breath the moment he reached you. "Congrats, baby girl. Always so gorgeous on the stage monitors." “You can’t flirt your way out of this one.”

He leaned in, voice low, eyes sparkling. “Did I flirt? I thought I was just congratulating my girlfriend on her win.”

“Christopher,” you hissed.

He chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly soft. “Relax. We didn’t kiss on stage or anything.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to will your heart rate into submission.

He nudged your arm gently. “Hey,” he said, softer now. “You okay?”

You looked up at him, and for just a second, the frustration faltered. Underneath all the chaos, all the tension, there was still that stupid warmth he always gave you—like no matter what the world threw at you, he’d be there.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Chan exhaled, long and slow. Then, without another word, he reached for your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

The gesture was quiet. Intentional.

Comforting.

And that’s when it happened.

“Y/N AND BANG CHAN?!” your leader screamed from the other end of the hallway, practically throwing herself out of the dressing room. “I knew it!”

You closed your eyes. “We’re dead.”

Chan grinned, squeezing your hand. “Nah. We’re just getting started.”

It didn’t take long.

By the time you were back in your dressing room, the clip had gone viral. Twitter was flooded with theories, fancams, and unedited screenshots. Dispatch was probably sharpening their lenses. Your manager was hyperventilating in the corner.

And you? You were sitting on the makeup counter, still holding Chan’s jacket like it could shield you from the world.

Your members kept stealing glances. Some looked amused. Others looked like they were trying to figure out how to kill him without leaving evidence.

“You have to talk to him,” your leader said finally, arms crossed. “Like… really talk. This can’t just blow over.”

You nodded, already slipping off the counter. “Yeah. I know.”

Chan was waiting near the staff hallway, bouncing slightly on his heels like he wasn’t the reason half the fandom had gone into cardiac arrest.

The moment he saw you, he straightened. “Come with me.”

You didn’t argue.

He led you to one of the quieter stairwells, tucked between two storage areas. It was empty, dimly lit, and blessedly silent.

He stopped, turned to face you, and the light teasing expression on his face faded into something raw.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

“I should’ve been more careful,” he continued. “You didn’t sign up for this kind of reveal. I got caught up in the moment, and I didn’t think about what it might cost you.”

Your breath hitched. Because… he meant it. All of it.

You stepped closer. “I’m scared,” you admitted. “Not because I don’t care. But because I do. So much it makes me stupid.”

Chan smiled faintly. “We’re already stupid. May as well be in love too.”

You let out a choked laugh and finally—finally—wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you tight, no cameras this time. No pretense.

Just you and him.

It took less than a week for the internet to go wild.

#YNNIECHAN trended. Memes were made. Your agency made a statement, carefully vague but not denying anything.

And through it all, Chan didn’t let go of your hand.

Not in the car. Not in the practice rooms. Not even when fans screamed both your names during the encore stage.

When one reporter finally got brave enough to ask during an interview, Chan just grinned.

“She's someone I care about a lot,” he said simply. “And I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

Your group teased you relentlessly afterward, but it didn’t matter. You’d spent so long hiding, guarding your heart like it was breakable glass.

Now it felt steady.

Held.

Loved.

And when Chan kissed your temple backstage that night, whispering, “Still not flirting, by the way,” you rolled your eyes and kissed him back.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the fancams.”

[dokyumms]

only you know the way that i break

pairing: dk x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff?

word count: 1.4k

cw: insults are made towards reader, self hate, food/eating mentioned, dispatch are lowkey stalkers

a/n: a request done for 💌 anon! it legit took me 2 hours to find photos omg... this probably wasn’t enough fluff but oh well 😔

you know you shouldn't be on social media right now, but you can't help it.

somehow, dispatch caught you and seokmin on a date. you were sure you took all the precautions- wearing a mask and cap, seokmin posted on weverse that he was staying at home, and just about everything to make sure no one was suspicious of him going on a date.

but alas, the second you and him take off your masks to take a bite of pizza at a park, you hear a loud shutter noise followed by a lot more of them.

it wasn't really the fact seokmin was on a date itself- he'd mentioned months before he had a girlfriend- it was more so the fact no one had seen your face before, till now.

only hours later, “DK GIRLFRIEND REVEALED” is trending on twitter. you’ve been fearing the public’s opinion for a long time, and even after all the years of preparing for it, you’re still not ready for the immense amount of comments that are made about you.

it's not that you're severely insecure, your boyfriend definitely made sure of it, it's just that fans are crazy and will say anything just to get their idol to break up with anyone that's not them.

you know what they say are probably projections of all sorts and reading the comments will only hurt you for no reason, but something's pulling you, a sudden need to know if they approve of you anyway. are you objectively good enough for seokmin?

so now you're in the bathroom, sitting against the cold tile wall, and scrolling through an endless sea of posts about you. some people love you. they say you're pretty, beautiful, totally dk's type, but it's quickly overshadowed by waves of hate.

people are quick to analyze and dissect everything about you. from the way you dress to how you walk, they have something negative to point out. you didn’t even know someone could see this much just from a couple photos.

you already sense the familiar tightening of your throat, but you keep reading. one post catches your eye in particular.

“doesn’t everyone notice how ugly dk’s gf is compared to him?? LMAO… must’ve bribed him or smth 💀 but seriously, this girl is a nobody. no wonder it took so long to get a look at her, i wouldn’t show my face in public if i looked like that.”

the post has 10.5k likes, and you don’t have to look at the replies to know if others agree or not. there’s another post right after.

“OMG DOKYEOM WHY ARE YOU DATING THIS THING…???? PLS WHAT HAPPENED TO STANDARDS 💔”

for some reason, you can’t look away. you forget everything seokmin’s ever told you about haters and start to really consider what they say. who were you anyway? why did it take so long to let yourself be revealed? why was seokmin dating you?

you put a hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sobs that come out. your boyfriend’s probably on the couch, looking through these same posts. maybe he’s realizing the same things you are.

more cries come out. they’re heavier, filled with disgust and agony. you’re disgusted by yourself, not even willing to get up, afraid of what you might see in the mirror.

you start to spiral, and suddenly, you’re making up comments about yourself as well.

it’s not long before someone knocks on the bathroom door.

“babe? are you okay in there?” seokmin calls out in concern. you can imagine his face, brows slightly furrowed and lips pulled into a tight line as he impatiently waits for your answer.

you try to answer, but it only comes out as another sob. seokmin doesn’t wait again, opening the door hastily.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, embracing you, still on the floor. it’s warm, full of love, and it almost makes you sob more. why you? what did you do to deserve him?

“don’t call me that,” you mumble quietly as if it hurts to say. he almost pulls away, “what? why?”

you can’t get out a single word, but your mind fills up with every reason possible, making you sob more. the only thing you can do is hand him your phone, twitter still opened.

he doesn’t let go of you, keeping an arm wrapped around you as he takes your phone. based on his reaction, it seems like he somehow hadn’t seen these posts. he gasps, gripping you tighter.

“what… why would people say things like this?” he asks in frustration, putting the phone down. “please don’t tell me that you believe them.”

“seok,” you manage to get out. “they’re right, i don’t understand why you’re dating-”

“don’t finish that,” he cuts you off, sounding the most serious he has in a while. “y/n, i love you. i’ve loved you before this whole idol thing, okay? you’re not a nobody, you’re so much more than that. i promise,” he starts.

“you’re perfect for me, these people don’t know anything about you. they don’t see everything you do for me, your beauty, all the memories we share, but i do, okay? i see you and all the things i love about you.” he holds your face, forcing you to look at him.

“i don’t want you to listen to these people because they’re blind, y/n.”

you look at him, searching for the lie behind his eyes, but you don’t find it.

“you promise?” you sniffle.

“with my whole heart.” he promises, leaning his forehead against yours and giving you a chaste kiss.

and maybe just for a bit, your mind is quiet, absent of the comments from before, only full of love for the man who’s in front of you.

[jeremywhitley]

Now, let's talk about the rest of the stories from the Aces and Aros anthology that tumblr wouldn't let me put in the same post

Genre: Modern Fantasy

Writer: Lore

Lore (they/she/him) is a freelance writer and literary media enthusiast based in North Carolina. They utilize words to build sanctuaries for those whose voices are silenced, and teach empathy to those who're unknowing. Their philosophy is that all words, no matter how small, are powerful.

Bluesky | Instagram

Artist: India Boeckh

India Boeckh is a LA artist who works in animation, she loves DnD, comics and collaborations with other artists. They enjoy all types of media from traditional painting to making 3D figurines.

Website | Bluesky

Genre: Fairytale

Writer: Jenn K. Tidwell

Jenn K. Tidwell is a producer, writer and director working in animation. When she’s not working on spreadsheets or schedules, you’ll probably find her relaxing at the movies or curled up with a cat and a comic.

Twitter | Bluesky

Artist: Yury Guzman

Yury Guzman is a Guatemalan-American illustrator and comic artist. She loves drawing characters being silly and emotional in fantastical situations while drinking too much coffee. When not drawing, she loves gaming and reading manga. 

Instagram | Bluesky | Portfolio

Genre: Kink

Writer: Te Belak

Te (They/Them) is a comic writer living in Colorado. Coming from a prose background as a dyslexic, they found comics gave them a lot more freedom in their writing. They have had works published in ales from the Cloakroom vol 1, Containment Breach Volume 3, Tales From the Dispatch Vol. 05, Vengeance Comics New Year New Comics 2025 anthology and unSEEN/unHEARD: Disability & Neurodivergence Comic Anthology.

Instagram

Artist: Fiammetta De Innocentis

Fiammetta De Innocentis, aka Fidi, is an art teacher by day, a deranged artist by night and a singer on even days. She specializes in illustration and comics with a focus on LGBTQ+ stories and erotica.

Instagram | Twitter | Bluesky

Genre: Mecha

Writer: Tomi Trembath

Tomi Trembath is a comic writer, podcaster, and art producer with a passion for color changing artwork and stories that explore identity and sexuality. Her first comic, When We Transform, was successfully funded on Kickstarter last year, featuring the same artistic team as her story in Ace and Aros. Tomi is also the host of Transcending Comics as well as Giant Sized Violence: A Toku-Comics Podcast, where she interviews fellow creators about her two biggest interests: trans comic books and transforming superheroes!

Website | Bluesky | Instagram

Artist: Gabriel Fassina

Gabriel Fassina, a freelance manga-style illustrator and comic book artist based in Brazil.

ArtStation | Instagram

Colorist: Carlos Amorim

Carlos (he/him) is a proud trans colorist for more than 6 years, loves interesting stories in any media, is a fan of politics, games and Gundam.

ArtStation | Bluesky

Genre: Romance

Writer: Day Irwin

Day Irwin (they/she) is a queer and neurodivergent writer, narrator, and all-around storyteller based in Toronto. Day's comics have been previously published in Transphoria, The City We Chose, Wayward Kindred, and Shout Out. They enjoy games, comics, and animation.

Linktree

Artist: Emilia Strilchuk

Emilia Strilchuk is a queer Ukrainian comic artist and writer based in Canada, nominated for The Doug Wright Award for Best Small- or Micro-Press Book for her graphic novel debut, Be Yourself! Oh, Not Like That, which offers a deeply personal look at growing up undiagnosed autistic. Her fantasy comic Oriana: The Forgotten Deities reimagines Slavic mythology. She creates autobiographical, fantasy, and horror stories that explore neurodiversity, mental health, and resilience. Through her work, Emilia sparks connection, conversation, and comfort for those who see themselves in her stories.

Website | Instagram | Bluesky | Facebook

Genre: Fantasy

Writer/Artist: Tess Eneli Reid

Tess Eneli Reid is a Canadian cartoonist working in animation. They’ve contributed to award-winning anthologies and love to self publish their own zines.

Instagram | Twitter | Bluesky

Genre: Historical

Writer: J. L. Osaka

J. L. Osaka (she/they) is an asexual writer and somewhere on the aromantic spectrum (they are still learning more about this element of their being), who also happens to be an avid enjoyer of romance novels. She enjoys exploring ways to intersect aro and ace identities with the romance genre, and hopes to someday write and publish a book. Correspondence is their first published work!

Instagram | Bluesky

Artist: Michela Cacciatore (My Little Ponies)

Michela Cacciatore is a comic book author who has collaborated with IDW, Lorcana, Disney and Soleil among others. Author of Hades - I'm the end. Voracious reader and lover of buying too many books without any hope of reading them all.

Linktree

Genre: Spiritual 

Writer: Abigail Guerrero

Abigail Guerrero (she/her) is an aroace, ND, and ESL/EFL author based in Mexico. When she's not reading or writing speculative fiction, she can be found watching anime, playing video games, or petting her cats. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bloodless, Drabbledark Vol. III, Bitter Become the Fields, Short Fantasy Stories, The Skull & Laurel, Simultaneous Times, and Radon Journal, and it's been nominated for two BSFA awards.

Twitter | Bluesky

Artist: Matt Salisbury (Bi Visibility: Still Bi)

Matt Salisbury is an illustrator from Mississauga who lives in Toronto with his amazing partner and their three chaotic but lovable cats. He has a Bachelors of Illustration degree from Sheridan college. He identifies as being bisexual and demisexual and looks to tell more stories for members of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Instagram | Bluesky

Genre: Sci-Fi

Writer/Artist: Rani Sisavath

Rani Sisavath (she/they) is a Lao American author and illustrator making funny, heart-filled YA comics that explore themes of love, grief, culture, and friendship. Creator of the webcomic KAI.

Website | Instagram | Bluesky

Genre: Slice of Life

Writer: Kat Calamia

One of the Editors of Aces & Aros. Find full bio in "Creative Team" Section of the Kickstarter page.

Artist: Paree Pourmand

Paree Pourmand is a Persian illustrator and comic artist who enjoys doing queer art and telling stories inspired by her Persian heritage. In her free time she enjoys playing video games and watching action movies!

Bluesky | Instagram

Be sure to check out the previous post with all of the other stories included! https://www.tumblr.com/jeremywhitley/784711343129477120/aces-and-aros-an-asexual-and-aromantic-comic-book

And go support the anthology on kickstarter now! We're so excited for you to help us bring to life comics for, by, and about asexual and aromantic people!

[princessseeun]

Get In Line

pairings: jake x m!reader

genre: fluff

a.n. : ft. Mingyu (SVT), anon requested

Jake wasn’t stupid. He knew the rules.

Idol life was all about perfect images, pristine reputations, and controlled emotions. You can have friends, maybe even slip into playful banter with idols from other groups—but crushes? Especially crushes that you so obviously wore on your face like he did?

That was dangerous.

Yet, here he was, caught again.

“Jake, why are you watching his fancam again?” Sunghoon deadpanned from the couch, glancing up from his phone.

Jake scrambled to exit the video, locking his phone like a criminal getting rid of evidence. “What? I wasn’t—I was just scrolling.”

“Sure.” Sunghoon’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Just scrolling through the same fancam… for the fifth time this week.”

Jake’s face flushed. “Shut up.”

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop watching you.

You, the 01-liner main dancer and center of a rapidly rising four-member boy group from a different company. You, whose laugh replayed in his head like a favorite track on loop. You, who always offered him a warm smile whenever your schedules aligned—even if they only passed in fleeting seconds backstage.

Jake tried to act normal. He tried to keep his eyes to himself. But they always found their way back to you.

Fans had started to notice. Compilation videos were already floating around. Titles like "Jake's Heart Eyes for M/n" and "Does Jake Have a Crush on This Idol?!" gained thousands of views overnight. Clips of Jake’s lingering glances, his soft smiles, his tiny waves when he passed you at music shows—they were all out there.

Even their staff had started teasing him.

“You better keep your cool, Jake,” Heeseung had grinned after catching him spacing out while watching your new CF on the side of a building. “The whole industry’s noticing.”

Jake dragged his cap lower that day and muttered, “I’m just supporting him. As a fan. Like… everyone else.”

But that wasn’t the whole truth.

Jake wanted to make a move. To talk to you more. To maybe—just maybe—have you look at him the way he looked at you.

But he wasn’t the only one.

The rumor mill hit him like a truck one morning when he was scrolling through Twitter.

[Dispatch Exclusive] Seventeen’s Mingyu & Rising Star M/n Spark Dating Rumors After Multiple Interactions 😭🔥

The photos were blurry, but the smiles weren’t.

Mingyu had a hand on your shoulder in one. In another, you were laughing while Mingyu bent low, whispering something into your ear.

Jake’s stomach twisted.

His fingers gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles paled. “Of course it’s Mingyu,” he mumbled bitterly.

Park Mingyu. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly charming. It made sense—you and Mingyu had been on the same variety show lately, and your chemistry was undeniable. Fans loved it. The tags were flooding.

#MingyuM_NInteraction #VisualKings #TheyLookGoodTogether

Jake forced his phone down, his jaw tense.

But he didn’t back off. He wouldn’t.

Because he knew something those photos didn’t show—Mingyu might have your attention, but Jake was the one who truly saw you.

Every small interaction, Jake collected like fragile treasures.

Like when you bumped into him backstage once and softly apologized, eyes crinkling in a shy smile. Like when you offered him a sip of your coffee during a joint rehearsal because his voice sounded tired. Like when you remembered his birthday and casually texted, “Happy birthday, Jake! Rest well today 💙” and Jake literally stared at his phone for an hour with the dumbest grin.

Mingyu was ahead, sure. But Jake would catch up.

And maybe the universe wasn’t so cruel, because fate handed him a thread at the next joint music show.

You were standing alone near the side of the stage, scrolling through your phone.

Jake’s heart raced as he approached you, casually slipping his hands into his pockets to hide his nerves. “Hey, M/n.”

You glanced up, and that soft, familiar smile bloomed on your lips. “Oh, hey Jake.”

Jake bit back the grin threatening to take over his face. “You were great out there.”

“You too,” you chuckled, tilting your head. “I caught you watching from the side.”

Jake’s ears turned red. “You… saw that?”

“Yeah,” you teased. “I always see you.”

His throat dried. “You do?”

You nodded, your smile turning a little softer, a little more… knowing. “I do.”

The next words left his mouth before his courage could evaporate.

“Do you maybe—after your promotions—wanna grab coffee? Just us?”

You blinked, clearly surprised, but then you nodded slowly. “I’d like that.”

Jake’s heart nearly burst.

It wasn’t a race. It wasn’t about who noticed you first or who had more fans shipping the pair.

It was about who stayed. Who showed up. Who cherished the smallest moments, the quiet glances, the space between performances.

And Jake?

Jake was going to be that guy.

It had been three days since Jake asked you out. Three long, excruciating, heart-flipping days.

The coffee date was casual—just two idols hanging out off-schedule, nothing too suspicious—but to Jake, it felt like the start of something that had been simmering in him for far too long.

When you arrived at the little cafe tucked away in a quiet alley, wearing a mask and cap just like him, Jake’s nerves shot to the sky.

“Hey, you made it.” His smile was shy, but his eyes sparkled.

You pulled down your mask, revealing that familiar, warm grin. “Of course I did. You invited me.”

God, you were going to kill him.

The conversation flowed easily. You talked about upcoming schedules, complained about strict diets, shared funny trainee stories. Jake cherished every second.

But then—you brought him up.

“Mingyu-hyung texted me yesterday,” you said, swirling your iced americano with your straw. “He said there’s this new food place he wants to take me to.”

Jake’s hand tightened around his cup.

“Oh,” he managed, trying to sound light. “That’s… nice.”

You gave him a curious look. “Yeah, he’s been really sweet lately.”

Jake’s throat felt dry. “Do you like him?”

The question slipped out before he could catch it. His heart thudded loudly in his chest, practically screaming for a distraction.

You blinked, surprised. “Do I like him?”

Jake stared at you, unable to backtrack now. “Yeah. I mean, everyone’s been shipping you two, right? And he seems pretty… into you.”

You leaned back in your chair, observing him for a second too long. “Why? Are you asking as a friend… or not?”

Jake’s breath hitched. “I—”

His phone buzzed. Sunghoon. He ignored it.

You leaned forward now, elbows resting on the table, voice soft. “Jake, you’ve been looking at me like I’m your entire world. Since… forever.”

Jake’s ears burned. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew,” you laughed, but there was a gentle tenderness in your gaze. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move.”

Jake’s shoulders slumped in relief, a small laugh escaping him. “I thought I was being subtle.”

“You really weren’t.”

Silence fell between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Jake’s heart soared, but he couldn’t stop the question burning on his tongue.

“So… what about Mingyu?”

You tilted your head. “I like hanging out with him. But I’ve been watching you too, you know.”

Jake’s lips parted, breath catching in his throat.

“You’re not the only one who’s been stealing glances,” you added, your foot gently nudging his under the table.

His heart practically melted.

But of course, the universe couldn’t let him have his peace.

Later that week, at another music show, Jake ran into Mingyu in the hallway.

“Oh, Jake,” Mingyu greeted him with a friendly grin. “You’re close with M/n, right?”

Jake smiled politely. “Yeah.”

Mingyu’s eyes glimmered, teasing. “Ah, he mentioned you. He said you’ve been watching his fancams a lot.”

Jake’s stomach flipped. “Just supporting him. As a fan.”

Mingyu’s grin widened. “Well, I guess we’re both fans then. I was thinking of asking him to hang out again. He’s… really fun to be around.”

Something about Mingyu’s tone didn’t feel so casual.

Jake’s jaw clenched, but he kept his composure. “Yeah. He is.”

Mingyu’s eyes sparkled knowingly. “Guess I’ll have to get in line.”

Jake’s heart thudded in his chest.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jake smiled softly, but his voice was steady now, sure. “I’ve already made my move.”

Mingyu chuckled, as if this little rivalry amused him, before giving Jake a friendly pat on the shoulder and walking away.

But Jake?

Jake stood taller now. Because this time, he wasn’t just stealing glances. He had your attention. And he wasn’t about to lose it.

[sharkorok]

all eyes on you (enhypen)

or the moments that make everyone think you’re dating

cw/genre: idol!reader, reader doesnt have specified gender but implied to be a female, fluff, so cute bye, secret relationships, humor, u have delulu fans

requested: naurrr

a/n: ehe thx for 100 followers :) I hope my writing makes u happy because knowing people read my works makes me super duper happy! luv uuuu

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heeseung

-at an awards show your outfits were matching, like very obviously matching

-matching bracelets, you had one on your left wrist and he had one on the right, the colors matched each other, same style and aesthetic…

-he gets v nervous but also you were in some dating rumors with another idol so…he wouldn’t be mad if he was next tbh….BUT THEN UR GROUP WAS ASSIGNED NEXT TO HIM??

-dawg was sweating the whole time trying not to admire you and how cute you two looked

-but no every one of those “enhypen mma reaction” or “heeseung reaction focus” showed him very clearly staring at you 😭, twt had a field day with you two

-he can’t help it, you looked so good and how can he keep his eyes off his lovely s/o when they’re all dressed up + matching?? seriously his management was insane for putting him so close to you

-and when all groups were leaving he was seen literally sprinting to be closer to you

-ya dispatch didn’t even need to confirm anything after that awards show

the others r below!

jay

-during a live he got his guitar out and started playing all your favorite songs

-and this was literally a day after you named your favorite songs

-then to make it worse he was like “yeah these are y/n’s favorite songs don’t they have good music taste?” and then he kept talking about you and staff was sweating while watching istg

-the way he talked about you tho,,he either had a massive crush on you or you two were dating

-the ship edits the next day were insane honestly some of your fans need to get into the editing business because you genuinely believed a photo of him holding your waist was taken at inkigayo

-he doesn’t even try to hide how much he likes you istg, he goes out of his way to talk to you at awards shows and always films challenges with you, he gives the shippers so much content

-then another time jay cooked your favorite food in a vlog and specifically said it was your favorite food, name dropping and everything

-literally no one is surprised that you two are confirmed dating after a while.

jake

-accidentally went on live while talking about you

-he fully believed he closed out of the app when he was talking to jay and saying stuff like, “I’m really excited to see her at the performance, I hope we have time to hang out…” and then he hears notifications and sees that he was streaming and he nearly faints

-plays it off like he fully intended for everyone to hear that and continues like he planned on going live

-he’s also trying to hide the way his eyes flickered up to your rapid texts being like, “JAKE WHY ARE WE TRENDING ON TWITTER??”

-jay is behind the camera just trying not to laugh becuz how do you even recover from this one, literally all the comments are talking about you and him

-“y/n…? yeah ahahah I know her uh huh mhm anyways moving on” and his horrible deflecting skills are making it even more obvious

-and when you go on live?? oh u bet the comments are “did you see jake’s recent live?? are u cheating on us y/n?”

-u desperately distract by spoiling your comeback but there’s already 14k Tik toks analyzing every interaction you had with Jake and why you two are cosmically intertwined

sunghoon

-describes you to a T when asked about his ideal type

-he meant to just mention the broad details but he gets excited talking about u ok :(

-“yeah a good heart and around (your exact height), with (the hex code of your eye color) eyes, born on (your birthday), hobbies include (every single one of your hobbies) and also…(literally all the information under your kprofiles page)”

-ur fans catch on and are like “isn’t this literally y/n” and he’s like “omg nooo coincidence”

-it is NOT a coincidence bro he was fully thinking of you and only you during that interview

-anyways you don’t help the situation by describing him too when asked about your ideal type, but ur at least a tad less obvious 😭

-“yea I love guys who ice skate and stuff”

-u two definitely get scolded by management

sunoo

-sometimes he forgets to care about keeping things secret (like that lipton tea thing he did)

-so he’s showing fans his camera roll and he shows selfies you never posted before…in his camera roll…never before seen by anyone but him and you to the camera and is like

-“y/n’s visual is so perfect, right?”

-and yeah duh ur stunning and gorgeous but fans are distracted by your beauty for a second before being like “hm…how did he get those selfies and why r they in his camera roll”

-ur fans r thankful for the content tho so he kinda did everyone a favor

-but it’s a LITTLE suspicious…but neither of you address anything so it just festers a little

-until you two do a tik tok challenge together and he captions it with a heart emoji like oh my god 😭

-you’re not innocent either when you said “sunoo’s visual is so amazing” like both of you get some media training I beg

-everyone loves how obviously whipped you two are for each other tho :,)

jungwon

-accidentally exposes your polaroid in his phone case

-thankfully he has photos of his members and maeum but why were you there??

-he completely ignores it tbh he shows the photos to the camera and is like “these r the polaroids in my phone case. anyways.” n he’s playing it cool but internally he’s PANICKING

-“hopefully they didn’t see the heart I drew on the Polaroid,” he thinks foolishly

-we did.

-so you try to do some damage control on your own live when asked about why he has ur photo in his phone and ur like “oh we’re really close friends!!”

-n honestly that’s a good and healthy response because everyone has the right to their platonic relationships

-but jungwon’s heart he drew on your Polaroid was just a little bit tooooo suspicious…anyways this leads to fans over-analyzing every single interaction to the point you two weren’t allowed to be seen in a ten foot proximity at events for a while

-but at least it reminded jungwon to be more careful lolol

niki

-accidentally rizzes you up on live television

-you’re an mc for smth and you’re interviewing enhypen and you’re like, “oooh, some burning questions, what is your ideal type?”

-and Niki, with no hesitation fully goes, “you lol” and you see ur career flash before your eyes

-ur co mc is nervously laughing and niki realizes like oh wait we’re being broadcasted so he’s like “oh just kidding haha!!!” even though you two are making awkward eye contact while you’re mentally scolding him

-he’s so used to teasing and flirting with you in private so it’s a little hard to shake off in public

-anyways fans notice he’s looking at you a little too lovingly and being a little too genuine when he responded so it’s not long before you see ship edits on Twitter and tik tok

-doesn’t help when you answer the ideal type question with “someone who is playful and funny” thinking it was broad enough but ‘twas not <3

-he doesn’t really care too much but thought it was funny, even if he had to take a media training class again afterwards >:T

[love--and--venom]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter Five

Summary: Your day goes incredibly wrong after Dispatch posts a new article

Warnings: jungwon is MAD mad, assault, semi-graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, everyone is having a bad time (sorry y/n)

Series Masterlist

The schedule for today started early in the morning, meaning the boys were gone before the sun had risen. You could’ve gone to this one, but they weren’t about to wake you up at the crack of dawn just to drag you through their busy day. Time felt like it was going so fast but somehow so fucking slow at the same time. They were taking a break with everyone sprawled out on the floor of the studio, scrolling on their phones.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake cursed as he bolted upright, startling the other members. “Jungwon, you need to see this.” The young leader shuffled over to read the article pulled up on Jake’s phone.

“Shit.” 

“What? What happened?” Jay asked while sitting up. Jungwon sighed, the sound coming out closer to a growl.

“Dispatch,” Jake explained. “They have a new article, ‘more idol groups sharing a soulmate?! TXT, Xikers, and Enhypen confirmed’.” 

“Fuck, does it give their names?” Sunoo further questioned, rushing to pull up Twitter to check their tag.

“They posted more than just their names. They put in photos of them and their usernames,” Jake explained as he skimmed through the article.

“Sunghoon, call Beomgyu,” Jungwon ordered as he stood. “Does anyone have any of Xikers’ phone numbers?”

“I do,” Sunoo confirmed.

“Call him. They need to know, if they haven’t seen the article themselves. I’m getting Min–” Jungwon froze, growing paler as horror spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t like the way the younger boy just… stopped. Jungwon’s eyes snapped over to the eldest.

“Call Y/N right fucking now. She’s hurt.” He turned and ran to find Minjun, ignoring the panicked shouts from his members.

“God dammit,” Heeseung swore under his breath. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for you to pick up.

Your morning was incredibly uneventful. You gave up on applying to jobs, there were no new shows to watch, and you opened and closed tiktok at least four times. Simply put, you were bored. Which led you to where you were now: rifling through the kitchen cabinets to find something to bake. You had almost all of the ingredients for peanut butter cookies, you were just missing one thing. 

You hummed, tapping your fingers against your chin. All you needed was a bag of Hershey Kisses. Was it really worth it to order them on doordash when a convenience store was less than five minutes away? Yes, you were supposed to stay in the dorms. But seriously, you’d be there and back in fifteen minutes at most. You nodded to yourself, grabbing your keys and phone before heading out the door. What the boys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Plus there would be cookies!

You walked briskly down the street, going straight to the candy section once you reached the store. You really didn’t mean to buy more than the Kisses, but there was a new flavor of that soda you liked, and you needed more mints for your purse. Oh, and Sunghoon mentioned something about these chips, and– okay. This was definitely longer than fifteen minutes, but in your defense, you were left unsupervised. You thanked the cashier and left with a much fuller bag than anticipated. Whatever, you’d be back at the dorms soon and the boys would still be none the wiser. 

“What the f–!” You stumbled as a set of hands dragged you into an alley. You were shoved against the brick wall, blocked in by a group of three girls. 

“This is her?” The shortest girl scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “They are so out of her league.”

“Oh, definitely,” a girl with her hair in a long ponytail agreed. The last girl, one with short hair and glasses, watched in silence.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You snapped.

“Us? You think we’re the issue here?” Ponytail retorted while rolling her eyes.

“You just pulled me into an alley! Obviously you’re the fucking issue,” you continued, throwing your hands up before letting them fall against your thighs.

“Shut up!” Short girl yelled. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, fuck this,” you mumbled and tried to push past the three girls. Ponytail and Glasses stopped you with rough hands to each of your shoulders. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” Ponytail accused and harshly poked the center of your chest.

“I’m not acting!” You argued while swatting her hand away. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“Enhypen!” Glasses exploded. A sharp crack echoed down the alley as her palm made contact with your cheek. You stared at her in disbelief, brushing your fingers gingerly over the reddened skin.

“I don’t know how you did it, but I know you fucking lied about being their soulmate,” Ponytail spat. “You tricked them, you bitch!”

“What?!” You screeched. “You’re doing this cus you think I’m their soulmate?!”

“We don’t think, we know,” Glasses sneered. “It’s all over Dispatch.”

“And you really believe those assholes?!”

“Enough! Just do it, Seoah!” Short girl demanded. Your eyes widened and you flattened yourself against the wall as Ponytail invaded your space. Her foot swept into your ankle, knocking you to the ground with a yelp. You doubled over after she kicked your ribs, but that only gave her the opportunity to hit your nose. Tears blurred your vision as blood dripped down your chin.

“Stay away from Enhypen,” one of the girls, you couldn’t tell which one at that point, snarled as she stomped on your ankle. And just as quickly as they appeared, the three girls were gone. You coughed, pushing yourself to sit up against the wall. Your phone buzzed on the pavement where it had fallen out of your pocket. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Heeseung asked the second the call connected. “Jungwon said you’re hurt, what happened?”

“U-Uh,” you whimpered when you gently poked the bruise forming on your ankle. “I was just walking back from the convenience store—”

“You left the dorms?!”

“It was down the street!” You pressed the sleeve of your hoodie to your nose. “It was only supposed to be fifteen minutes! I don’t know what’s happening, Hee.” 

“Turn on your location, I’m coming to you.” There was some arguing on his end while you did as he asked. “Okay, correction. Me, Jay, and Riki are on our way.”

“Stay on the call,” Jay cut in. 

“Okay.” You took deep, shaky breaths to fight off the wave of panic. They were still talking to you, but none of it registered in your mind. 

“Oh, fuck.” You turned to the mouth of the alley at the sound of Heeseung’s voice. They rushed to your side, dropping to their knees to assess the damage. 

“Her ankle is swollen,” Jay said as his thumb brushed over the bruise. “We need to get her to a doctor.”

“Y/N, baby,” Heeseung coaxed your hand away from your face, inhaling sharply at the blood smeared under your nose and on your chin. Your resolve crumbled, collapsing into his chest while sobs wracked your body. You clung to his shirt and Riki’s hand while the three of them quietly consoled you.

“Hey,” Jay spoke into his phone, keeping one hand on your back. “Yeah, we found her. No. She went to the CU on the corner. Jungwon—” you tuned out the rest of the one-sided conversation. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” Heeseung pulled back, swiping the tears from under your eyes before turning around. “Help her get on my back.” He stood once Riki got you situated, linking his hands under your butt to support your weight. Jay took the lead while Riki walked behind you with a hand on your back. People stared as you passed by, making you drop your forehead to Heeseung’s shoulder so you could hide behind your arms. At the ER, a nurse brought in a wheelchair to bring you to an exam room. She held up a hand when the three boys tried to follow after you.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay in the waiting room,” she stated firmly. 

“But–”

“It’s policy,” the nurse interrupted Jay when he started to protest. “We can’t have more people than necessary in the exam room.”

“Can one of them come?” You asked, looking up at her with wide, glassy eyes. “Please?”

“Alright,” she sighed. “But just one.”

“I’ll go with her,” Riki said as he grabbed your hand. “You guys need to call Jungwon and the cops.” The older boys reluctantly agreed, watching you and their youngest member disappear down the hall.

You barely had a chance to settle into the patient room before your six other soulmates rushed in, although you were too tired to react much to the outburst. You stayed slumped against Riki’s side while he gently scratched your scalp. You were certain they were talking about you, but you weren’t really listening as you drifted between being awake and sleeping.

“Ms. L/N,” Minjun’s stern voice cut through the others, shaking you from your stupor. “The police are here, can you tell them what happened?” You nodded, and a young female cop stepped forward with a notepad. She dutifully jotted down the details of your report, stopping to ask a few questions here and there. Most of the boys stayed close to the bed, but Jungwon sat in a chair against the wall, glaring at the linoleum floor tiles. He waited until Minjun and the cop left the room, then pulled up Weverse on his phone.

“Are you seriously doing a live right now?” Sunoo asked incredulously, rolling his eyes when the leader responded with a single nod. Even though it was an unannounced stream in the middle of the day, Engenes immediately joined. The comments flooded with worry, especially since Jungwon sat silently rather than making idle chit-chat like he normally would. Soon, several thousand viewers were on the stream.

“Engene,” he finally began, not bothering to hide his anger. “I’m sure you can tell that I’m not in a good mood right now. I’m also sure many of you saw the article on Dispatch.

I am only speaking for Enhypen, not for TXT or Xikers. They will talk to Moa and Roadys when they’re ready. Yes, all seven of us have the same soulmate.”

“Jungwon,” Heeseung warned and was met with an icy glare. He narrowed his eyes at the young leader. “Be careful with what you say.” Jungwon chose to ignore the eldest, turning back to the camera.

“I’m only telling you this now because our soulmate was just assaulted and belittled by three girls who claim to be Engene.” The comments ranged from sympathetic to outraged, but one thing was definite: those girls were not true Engenes. 

“I’m glad to see that so many of you are showing your support. Because,” Jungwon paused to take a deep breath, hastily swiping some stray tears away. “If those girls are watching right now, just know that I felt it. I felt every ounce of fear and pain you inflicted on my soulmate.”

“Take another breath,” Jay instructed while rubbing between Jungwon’s shoulder blades. “We’re right here.”

“Engene is asking what the girls look like,” Jake spoke up to give his leader a chance to compose himself. He had the stream pulled up on his phone and was reading the swiftly-moving chat. “They want to help us find these girls.”

“Y/N, can you describe them?” Jungwon tensed at the spike of fear that came from you. “I’m not going to put you on camera. If you don’t want them to hear you, tell Ni-Ki and he can relay it to Engene.”

“Alright, one of them was pretty short,” Riki announced as you tiredly mumbled to him. “She was definitely less than 160cm. She called another girl Seoah, who was the tallest and had really long hair and a mole under her right eye. The last girl had short hair and glasses. That’s all we have.”

“It’s not a lot to go off of, but if you do find them, tell us,” Jungwon insisted. “Don’t try to fix it yourselves. We have a police report going, so we can pass any information to them.”

“This was sudden, and none of us were ready to announce it yet,” Jay sighed and crouched so he was in frame. “So please don’t overwhelm her. You all respect us and let us have our privacy. Do the same for her.”

“Bye for now, Engene,” Jungwon saluted half-heartedly. “Good luck.”

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[aetherl]

25/5/25 - If you received an email from Etsy saying your orders may have trouble being fulfilled it's because they accidentally suspended my account (without telling me)

They've restored it now so we're back on track. I will be able to dispatch orders all well and fine!!

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16/06/25: stickers arrived! Just waiting for some stock and I can start sending out

28/06/25: sent out all orders that don’t include the milk charm!

[bellastay99]

STRAY KIDS: HOW WOULD THEY...

(fem!Reader x SKZ)

Dealing with you scared even to go outside after JYP release the note confirming the relationship with him...

(Is quite big, I write a lot...)

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Hyung Line

JYP ENTERTAINMENT CONFIRMS RUMORS OF DATING!

This last two months, Dispatch released a photo of an idol having regular dates with a unknown woman. Fans confirms that is a member of the group STRAY KIDS and they made up theories that she may be dating him for at least a year, she appeared in photos at the airport, waiting rooms at events, performance events and etc. Some others, said that she may be only a staff, but most of the fans confirms that no, a staff wouldn't go out in romantic date with the idol. Look at some knetizens positive comments:

"He's lucky...she's also lucky"

"People still thinking she's a staff? They're holding hands"

"At least she's pretty"

"I actually said hi to her once...I tought it was a staff, but she's super sweet!"

"SHE'S NOT A STAFF?!"

"Oh! My baby is growing up!"

After the rumors, JYP immediately responded to the case confirming the dating between a member of Stray Kids and this girl, who the name wasn't reveled:

"Hello, this is JYP Entertainment,

This note is a response to the dating rumors that is being on internet in those last two months.

We confirmed that, a stray kids member is officially dating a woman (non public person) for at least two years. The couple didn't want their private life exposed to soon, so we agreed to wait for the right moment.

We're very happy for them! We all wish good energies and lucky to the couple, this person has been helping the entertainment and the group in the last years. We trust our members, we trust the ones who follow and love them, so please, send happy messages! :)"

Of course that the attacks would be large, but worse then we expected. Threats, locations being exposed, dangerous mailboxes and photos of lethal weapons being posted on Twitter with the hashtag: #ComingForYou, has being alerting the fandom, the JYP Entertainment and the Stray Kids group that has already showed their disappointment toward the fans behave.

After the threats started, according to the fans, the group member hasn't being posting photos as usual and his bubble message to "try me first".

Stays are in shock and trying to help banning hate users and warning the police, but also, relived that no one knows the girl's identity, that way, she can stay more safe.

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BANGCHAN

Not happy....at all.

I mean, he's happier and more chilled after starting dating you

His sleeping is much better

He still working his ass off, but...well, he's a workaholic and you understands him

That's one of the reasons he loves and protects you so much

You know Chan from Australia, a year before he went to South Korea to be a trainee.

From all that time, both changed messages

And soon, you'll be also moving to Korea

Why?

Cause you loved him

And he send it to you a voice message confessing his love before a show

Yes, he got the adrenaline and confessed.

You immediately got your saved money and moved to Korea

You couldn't handle one more year without him.

You lived in a family house

Bangchan paid your collegue

You got a work inside of JYP administration area

Thanks to him

Bangchan PAID a apartment for you

Cause he really wants you to stay

Then...soon, very soon, both were dating

He talked to the CEO and yes, he accepted, cause he knew both of you

He never had being so happy after Stray Kids formation

The boys loves you

They protect you

They help you two hide your secrets

Bangchan is a little jealous, cause they're very touchy with you and treats you like a little sister

Well, they love you!

About the threats...

Oooh man...ooohohoho! He got so pissed off!

And you know how pissed off he's when he's pissed off!

We all can imagine!

How would he deal?

Make a song...for sure. Unreleased, but he made it.

Talk about that at lives, very mad. Not happy at all.

And the most...scary one...

Delete his bubble photo...

And send a message like: "Very disappointed..."

The boys would have to chill him sometimes

He abandoned internet for days because of the threats, also for him, but...specially about you.

You're afraid to go out...

He would make sure to where his armour and sword to protect you

On live...he would also "threat the threatners"

Bangchan: Also, before end the live...I wanted to say that, I'll go see the Wonka movie soon...and yes, she will be coming with me and she will be protected by me and bodyguards, and JYP and myself, the boys, will be dealing the threats with the best way possible: Law Suit. So, we already have a team for that and she got bodyguards everywhere. I had to convince my boss to protect and prove to him how bad it was. I'm done, she's done...Stray kids and JYP are done with this...bullshit, sorry the word, but this is all bullshit, is coward, is childish, dangerous and a criminal. If you're a criminal, you're not a Stay. If you're a murderer, you're not close to be a Stay. Not even close to be human. So...with this message, I say goodbye, sorry, no hugs today...I love you Stays, you know that...but, I'm fighting against this too, we're not in the best mood. Stays! The real ones! *smiles* She love you guys so so so soooooo much! She said that will thank you guys soon as possible! And I'm so grateful too! Love you guys so much...so much. I love so much at a point I want to marry her one day, and...have a family *laughs* . You guys are our guardians... our guard angels! *giggles* See you guys soon! Bye bye~

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MINHO

He's angry, of course...very angry

But he's terrified as well

He was waiting for the hates

But not in that intensity

Fans can record him looking around all the time

He can barely focus on what's going on

The boys have to always call his attention

In the first week of threats

Minho let you stay at his mother's house

Cause he was so afraid...but so scared to lose you

By someone crazy enough to put their dirty hands on you

Do and say evil things to you

He couldn't handle that

Again... He was terrified

He would never give up on his girl

After years he finally got the chance to confess to you and talk to the CEO

That he fell deeply in love with his only girl friend...best friend

You used to be a colleague of him at the dance academy on his pre debut era

He fell in love very fast

And when he realized that they were debuting

He promised himself to write for you everyday

To not, never, lose contact

A man of word

You end up being friends with the whole Stray Kids

You're his princess, his treasure, shelter, everything

You're the only person that Minho can call: Mine

And he's jealous and protective

So... For that situation, he became a little paranoid

He let you stay in his mother's house and his dorm

Never your house, cause the crazy people were exposing location wherever you go

You're also terrified (of course) and he doesn't show what he's truly feeling about the situation

So he's always trying to calm you down and not letting you see the internet

Everyday he's ending up saying that he'll protect you and everything will be ok

And a kiss on your forehead

He would probably try to express himself on bubble app

First taking off his photo

And change the bio to: Over my dead body

And send a message in the first week, terrified

BUBBLE MESSAGES:

-Hi

-Is cute Lino here

-Of course it is me

-And I'm scared...

-I'm terrified...

-For her life...

-You guys are scaring me too

-A lot

-This is how you crazies show love?

-I don't want that...

-I really don't

-I will make a law suit for this, soon as possible

-I'm disappointed

-Afraid

-And disgusted

-Leave her alone...leave us alone

-If you're attacking her, you're attacking me!

-So I'll attack back...wait for your consequences

-JYP will soon release a note about this with a law suit

-For the innocent stays that had to read this, I'm sorry, I see you guys helping us😻

-Thank you so much, we love you and you guys deserve the world❤️

-I normally don't express myself like that, but for that situation...I'm really, really thankful...

-Rest well and SKZ love you❤️

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CHANGBIN

You have a personal body guard

He's worried to death

Unfortunately, outside, he's not trusting no one...

He let you walk only in front of him

Not even by his side

Ready to fight 24/7

Won't make you go out by force, would wait the right moment

Probably would definitely let you stay at their dorm

If he's out for work, he would, or take you with him or spam messages asking if it is all alright with you alone

You would have to calm him down sometimes

If he sees something about you (a bad comment) anywhere, he would get very, very stressed out for the rest of his day

He wouldn't be afraid to talk in public about that

He would get so stressed out that maybe would start a discussion

He would be confused by how people could do things like that to you

He is not fighting with you, he's just...trying to understand why

And not understanding a situation, makes him mad

His voice is raised, he can't stop moving around, his breath is out of control

Then...starts to cry, looking at you with desperate eyes

Scared, confused, angry...mixed feelings

You know, he's trying his best too

He probably would be so done with this...

But would never give up

Changbin breaks down in tears at the fanmeeting...

On the last fanmeeting of Stray Kids, Changbin couldn't hold back his tears of fear anymore. Apparently, a "fan" screamed out many times asking for his girlfriend's location, asking if she was there. Changbin and the boys seemed to ignore her for the past 20 minutes, but Minho stepped forward to confront and protect his two friends. Changbin can be seen walking behind the curtain and kneeling starting to cry, Chan walks to him to give him support, and only a heartbroken question could be heard far away from the mic:

"Why are they doing this with us?!"

Stays felt the pain in Changbin's voice and everybody started to cheer for him saying that it will be alright soon, and of course.. Stays couldn't hold back the tears.

A video has been posted right at the exact moment of the girl screaming at the boys, but the user soon deleted it to respect Changbin privacy

Stays at the fanmeeting, said that the girl screaming was indeed a user of the hashtag #ComingForYou and she seemed out of her normal. She was banished from the place and some other Stays confront her outside the place before the securities take them back inside.

We all hope Changbin and especially his girlfriend are well... We wish them the best and good energies!

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HYUNJIN

He's tired of injustice...

Him itself has tasted

Hide yourself because of bad people? Is it worth it?

Open more space for them to act like maniacs?

He won't hide you...

He'll show them that he loves and will protect you at all costs

He'll be at the coffee shop with you, none of you guys with masks, glasses or hats

No hiding...

No pretending that's ok

He'll post photos with you much more often

Post videos of you on the shorts of Instagram

Paint pictures of you

He'll prove to everybody that he won't give up

More hates? More reason to stay with you

He's not happy with those "Stays"

He doesn't let the paparazzi take too many photos of you

He would nicely ask to step back and put down the cameras

And if they don't hear me, he would get mad and walk away with you far away

He is a good man, golden heart and very gently

But don't mess with him

Don't make him angry... Don't provoke him

He will be taking legal actions if somebody cross the line

He will protect, he will prove his love to you and throw in their faces

He will not give up

The bubble bio is changed to: Try me first...

He is a gentleman and a warrior for his love

He'll throw his love for you on the haters faces...

"I've been feeling chased, my life is in dangerous together with my girlfriend. My feelings are mixed, angry and sad, disappointed. I'll handle that with her, we'll stay together until the end.

I really hope that changes... I'm disappointed with all of you that call yourself Stays while doing that..."

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Continue in part 2 - Maknae line

[ironworked]

911 season 8

Athena: other than a few moments in the premiere emergency, her story doesn't really kick off until Bobby's death, giving Angela Bassett material to shine and Athena a reset.

Bobby: so much wasted time in 8a especially, but his send-off was beautifully done and true to his character.

Maddie: Dispatch was pretty much a non-entity this season, and Maddie herself didn't have an arc, just a couple of episodes to showcase JLH's talents.

Buck: practically a season-long arc about him feeling/being alone... and no pay-off; even worse, he loses yet another thing. One has to believe this is also meant as a reboot for Buck, to move him from Little Sibling to Lead Male status, with my strong suspicion that the show agrees with Eddie's 'you make things about yourself'.

(Buck)Tommy: with that in mind, the lack of Tommy/reconciliation in late 8b makes some sense. I also wonder if renewal news or any bts negotiations with other cast member might have altered the timeline here. At any rate, a 4 month hiatus (ample time to check audience reaction to 8.06) and we had Tommy back; 1 month after 8.11 and he was back again, and again next episode. Every opportunity to close that door, and they didn't.

Chim: probably the Most Improved, in the sense that he's finally been given material to work with unrelated to Maddie.

Hen: what should've been her season-long arc (or at least until midseason) was deal with in 2 seconds, and after that they didn't give her, or Karen, much to do or set anything up for next season (unless she does rethink the captaincy) :/

Eddie: ...sigh. He could've spent the last couple seasons in a coma for all it would've changed things for him or the plot. Might have been better, even, because he wouldn't have lost the progress made wrt Shannon and his anger issues in previous seasons. Can't say I care to speculate where they're going with him, at this point.

Ravi: always glad to see him, and he's proved to be a good fit with the 118 and with Buck in particular. Hopefully he'll have more to do in s9.

Overall, lots of promise with a mostly poor execution and baffling time-management (BRAD??!!!), which isn't new but is especially egregious and hard to ignore when on top of that they go hard for the drama instead of the found family and/or lighter plots.

The actors were mostly on point, the couples were great, the Bravi friendship as well. Shout out to the new cinematographer too, because that has been unimpeachable. There's some good set-ups for s9, but who knows what'll happen with those *sigh*.

On the Bucktommy front, we're still in the will-they-won't-they until they say otherwise (we've recently had a front-row view to what it looks like when something is shot down). It's our choice whether and how we wait around for it to land on one or the other.

What I do reiterate is firstly that speculation isn't about being right, it's about having fun with the theories, and secondly and most important that I advise (WISH) that we enjoy what we have while it lasts because even beyond Minear's whims and faults, changeability and uncertainty are the nature of the beast (ongoing shows). So can we PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE stop bringing Twitter bullshit over here, paying attention to antis, and giving a platform to hateful/trolling asks?

Happy summer hiatus, everyone! and see you around for fic/art/events/etc!

[myleelovesfood]

Say please pt. 5

Genre: fluff, angst.

Warnings: cussing/ mentions of death/ death/

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Today was supposed to be a good day, the key word there is supposed.

After the whole situation of jey searching for me I had left my mom’s house and was back at my own, but something didn’t feel right. My stomach hurt more than usual and my contractions were killing me I gripped my stomach and sat down, in order to try to relax myself but nothing worked.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Trinitys number but before I could press call I felt it, the popping sensation then water spilling all over the floor. I looked down in shock not knowing what do next but I tried toughing it out before I felt the pain start to course through my body as I gripped my phone and called Trinity.

Back at home Trinity was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when he heard her phone ring. Josh was at their house, sitting down in the dining room with Jon as they talked about work and things like that. Trinity looked at her phone as it rang and decided to ignore it before she looked again and saw it was Tasia, making her completely stop midway through cracking an egg as she picked up the phone

“Fantasia?” She asked, making Josh look straight up and jump out of his seat. “Trinity! Call the ambulance or somebody- Fuck!” I yelled out as I tried breathing, beads of sweat rolled down my head. Trinity wasted no time in running around the house.

“Just breathe Fanny it’s ok!” She yelled into the phone. “I’m on my way!” Jey looked at her with worry and ran to the car right behind her, and so did Jon. I hung up and tried breathing again and again but the pain hurt so bad.

I felt myself getting dizzier and lightheaded as if I was about to faint. I heard my own heart beat thumping loudly in my head. Pointless to call for anymore help, just to sit, scream and cry as pain began to soar through your whole body.

Meanwhile with Jey, he was nervously twittering with his fingers as Jon drove as fast as he could, all he could think about was, how much pain you were in. While his thoughts consumed his he didn’t even hear Trinity screaming at him to call the ambulance.

“JOSHUA!” She finally called, making josh looked up from his twitching thumbs. “Call the Police!” She yelled out, making josh quickly grab his phone and start to dial the digits 911. “Yes police I need an ambulance for my baby’s mother! She’s going into labor! Address is —————-! And her name is Fantasia Nicole, just please send out someone!” Jey yelled into the phone making the dispatcher take the address, Tasia’s name, other information and quickly sent out an ambulance to Tasia’s house.

Once Josh was off the phone Jon soon made it to the hospital and the trio went inside taking a seat in the waiting room. Trinity called my mom and told her what was happening to make sure she knew.

Back with me i faintly heard the knock on the door but the constant aching in my body prevented me from opening the door, I had feel unconscious and heard the officers shuffling around to try to break open the door to get to me. The officer broke open the door and kneeled down by my unconscious body, placing two fingers on my neck feeling for a pulse, when he felt one he quickly called for the paramedics to place me on the stretcher.

They quickly but carefully grabbed my body and placed my back on the stretcher, then rolled me into the truck, before speeding off to make it to the hospital. My head was spinning, My baby’s coming a month early and the loud wailing sirens of the trunk aren’t doing anything to help it.

We soon made it to the hospital and the EMT’s were quick to roll me into the hospital, when Jey saw me he shot up and ran towards the side of the stretcher, so did Jon and Trinity.

Some staff quickly ushered the three of them away from the bed, in order to keep me calm and collected, my screams echoed through the entire hospital as the doctors told me to breathe and to push. Just as security was ushering them away my mom walked in I heard her yells and cries asking if I was ok. I also heard Joshua yelling at security that he needed to see me, make sure I was ok.

The pain in my body got even worse as I felt my baby kick with harshness. “Please sir I need to see her!” Joshua yelled and tried jumping up to see me.

The doctors then led Jon, Trinity, Josh and my mom to the back room to see me and make sure I was doing alright. My mom’s screams, doctors scrambling all around the room, and the constant thumping in my head was making me light headed before I felt doctors get situated to try and deliver the baby. “You have to push Ms Nicole!” A doctor yelled.

I pushed and pushed, throwing my head back screaming and crying with a death grip on Josh’s hand. It took a solid thirty minutes of doctors ushering me to push, screams and tears until I settled, hearing the cries of my babygirl.

Joshua looked like he had won the lottery, crying and thanking me, telling me I did so good whilst delivering a kiss to my head then he went to where the doctors were as they cleaned up my little girl then handed her to me.

I smiled as tears streamed down my face. “Hi baby girl.” I sobbed and laughed at the same time before looking up at Joshua seeing tears well up in his eyes. I smiled at him then looked at Trinity and Jon as she cried like my newborn. “Trinity! Stop crying and come hold your niece!” I laughed before I handed her to Trinity.

She looked as if someone handed her 10 million dollars in cash as she rocked my baby. I then turned to my momma who was crying as well. She walked up to me and hugged me. “My baby girl just had a baby girl.” She cried out while smiling. “Awww mommy, happy tears?” I asked to which she nodded.

Joshua looked around the room before speaking up. “Could I have a minute?” I nodded then turned to Jon, Trinity and my mom. “Could we have a moment?” I asked smiling at them. They all nodded and left, as they were leaving I heard Jon and Trinity arguing over whose turn it was to hold the baby, making me laugh softly then I turned to jey.

“Look Josh I know you’re gonna be mad with me because I didn’t tell you but I was just sc-” “I’m sorry Tasia.” I looked up at him and saw his expression. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you with your pregnancy and I’m sorry I couldn’t be a good person to you.” He apologized and wiped his face. I smiled warmly and opened my arms to invite him into a hug to which he accepted and crawled into my hospital bed with me.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have kept this a secret from you because you had every right to know.” I said and I snuggled into his chest. After a moment of comfortable silent I smirked and sat up. “Now what are we name baby girl?” I asked looking at him like a kid on Christmas, making him laugh.

“I was thinking Journey.” He said before looking at me then humming, asking if I approved. “I love it.” I smiled, as if on cue jon and Trinity walked back in with the baby but this time Jon was holding her. “I love Journey.” Jon said. “You two are the nosiest people ever.” I laughed. “Wheres my momma?” I asked. “She went to go get you some food.” Trinity said before she came and ushered Joshua away from me so she could sit, making Joshua smack his teeth then get up and go sit on the hospitals couch next to his twin.

A few moments later my mom came back with lots of snacks and food that she knew I loved but couldn’t have during my pregnancy making me groan at how good it all sounded. She set it down on the table in front of me. “Hang on momma I have to use the bathroom.” I said before I sat up slowly making jey jump up and help me.

“Careful mama.” He said before slowly guiding me to the bathroom along with my machine connected to my hypodermic needle. I was about to make it into the bathroom but stopped. Something felt off I was jerking and twitching and something felt weird. “Tay? Are you alright?” My mom asked, while she looked at me with concern. “Get the do-” I almost fell to the floor but jey caught me. “Get the doctor!” Jey yelled as he held me up. Trinity sat up and so did Jon as she tried soothing the baby as she wailed.

Doctors rushed in to try and help, taking me from Jeys arms and setting me back on the bed, then Doctor Luna rushed in. “She’s having a seizure. I need everyone out!” She yelled prompting doctors to remove my mom, best friend, brother and his twin out of the room.

After everyone was out Dr Luna worked tirelessly to try and save me, using all different medicines and drugs but nothing worked and just when she thought of a method she heard the long beeping sound then looked at my machine to see the long green line showing no signals. “No, No, No!” She yelled.

She quickly grabbed the defibrillator and rubbed them together then she pulled both of them on my chest sending a shock through my body, and another time, and another but nothing worked. She slumped down from the bed and cried. She had tried but nothing worked.

She gathered herself and walked out of the hospital room taking a look at my family. “Is she alright!?” My mom jumped up and asked and Trinity held her. “I’m so sorry.” Luna apologized and wiped her face. Jey looked as if he had seen a ghost.

That night was one of the saddest nights of Jeys life. After he left the hospital he was with Journey, rocking her back to sleep as she cried. Jey felt like he should be the one crying, Tasia was dead, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye to her, but what hurt the most was her not being able to help parent, not being able to watch Journey take her first steps or heard her first words.

While he sat and thought he didn’t realize Journey has stopped crying and fell asleep. He placed her in her crib and laid back on his bed wiping his face from the tears.

“I love you Tasia.”

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Authors note: ok fine maybe I am crying just a little. THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU BYE!

Credits to the owners of all pictures these aren’t mine!!!