#protect felix

[chaotic-world-of-the-j]

STRAY KIDS- CALLING YOU CLINGY

PART 1

a] HYUNG LINE

b] MAKNAE LINE

PART 2

b] MAKNAE LINE

a] HYUNG LINE

NO warnings really, boys are real sweet. Suggestive if you squint..implied fem! reader

Han

The first messege is : "What are you doing in the GUEST ROOM?"

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

Thank you for waiting this long!

I never had the time to Finnish this since I'm working on series on Tumblr and wattpad along with studies.

I'll try to be more frequent

[chansburgah]

#protect felix

They are planning to do this during the china fan sign event

JYP PROTECT YOUR ARTISTS‼️‼️

Note stays please dont tell skz about this on 🫧 this will only do more harm

[chuuyasboner]

There is a so called “fan” planning to blind Felix at a fan sign event in china with a laser pointer.

This is fucked up for a bunch of reasons. You don’t point laser pointers at people, no matter who they are. Spread awareness of this.

Jyp protect your artists.

[be-t-s]

JYP is joining the “We won’t protect our artists” bandwagon and it’s fucking frustrating.

[miirohs]

protect felix, he did absolutely nothing to deserve the hate he gets

[buggachat]

obviously. he should've guessed.

bonus:

[edorazzi]

Page 42 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix might have lost his magic, but everything he learned from balancing Misfortune could just pay off... ☯️✨

Also, I'm aware there's a slight layering issue with the text in the first panel - unfortunately my tablet broke this week so short of delaying the page there's nothing I can do right now! I hope it's not too distracting and I'll replace the image when I have it sorted! 💕

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[jinikaris]

FELIX on Synchro U

[harbingersecho]

READY AIM FIRE

[ninadove]

Hello there.

[Slides elegantly into the tags]

Do you ever think about Emotion?

Of course you do. How could you not. But do you ever think about this exchange specifically:

“You’re not Adrien!”

Because Adrien is sweet, and forgiving, and kind. In fact, kindness is his defining quality — Marinette herself made sure of it:

“I’ll never tell another boy I love him before I know everything about him! Whether he’s kind or not, thoughtful, what he does outside of school and with who… I’ll know everything.”

But.

Do you ever think about Adrien’s development in S4 and especially S5?

Overtime, he has grown resentful of a system that exploits him relentlessly.

Of the people he gave countless chances to, only to be let down over and over again.

Of the web of lies and half-truths he constantly finds himself tangled into. A web that is only growing bigger, stickier, and trickier to escape.

And the Senticousins. Do you ever think about them?

Do you ever think about how they are each other’s reflection, identical and opposites all at once?

“When you bring a living being into this world, you have a responsibility towards them. Your duty is to protect them, love them, help them discover the true meaning of their existence. To deprive them of that… is monstruous.”

“To have a child is to help them blossom, to grow, to find themselves and to be free!”

Do you ever think about their opposite character arcs in S5 — one learning mercy and trust, the other developing a rage so strong it could destroy the world?

Do you ever think that if Felix can now have this exchange with his mum, and mean it:

“They’re all monsters!”

“Not all of them.”

Then there’s nothing stopping Adrien from saying this:

“Look closer, Marinette. They’re the monsters.”

[hartwign]

it will be diptych i guess

Felix | Adrien

[kpop---scenarios]

Monster (8)

Pairing: Chan x Reader x Felix

Warning: Violence, Mentions of Blood etc

Word Count: 1.2k

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Previous Chapters

“Please!” You cry out. “Please don't!” Panic sets in as Seojoon walks closer to you, his hand gripping onto something. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing as you watch him get closer with each step, Mia standing off to the side giggling while she watches you trying to rip the chains from the ceiling. You're not strong enough, your shoulders ache so badly as you struggle, trying to swing your legs up to kick him as he stands in front of you. You look down, seeing a long whip in his hands and your stomach sinks.

“Please.” You whisper. “Don't. What do you want from me!?” You scream.

“Well.” Mia starts. “I'd like for you to start minding your goddamn business. If you're told to stay out of something, that doesn't mean keep meddling!” She shouts. Her fists clench as she stares at you. You look between her and Seojoon, he stands there chuckling, looking down at her hands.

“Hit her.” He says. “It'll help relieve stress. You'll feel better.”

Mia looks at him, she's surprised he even suggested that. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it, instead, pulls her arm back, swinging at you, hitting you directly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.

You hang there coughing, trying to catch your breath as she cocks her arm back again, this time hitting your face as you're gasping for air.

“Wow.” Mia chuckles. “It's working.” She smiles, raising her hand, slapping you hard across the face. Your stomach and face burn, you can feel blood dripping from your lip or nose, you have no idea which one.

“You gotta let me have some fun too.” Seojoon chuckles, setting down his whip. “This is gonna be for the three absolutely agonizing years I had to fucking suffer through with you.” He says, hitting you with a closed fist, directly in the nose. You scream out loudly as you begin to cry. You desperately prayed that Wonho told Chan what had happened, he was your only chance at getting out of here.

“God. So many times I had wanted to do this to you. Being with you was so insufferable.” He chuckles, grabbing a chunk of your hair, pulling your head up. “Look at me when I'm talking to you.” He scoffs. You try to focus your eyes but you struggle to look at him or Mia, your head is spinning.

“Please stop.” You whisper, spitting blood from your mouth.

“You know you wouldn't be in this position had you just listened to us.” He laughs. “I wish your father had asked me to be with you.” Seojoon smiles, looking over at Mia.

“You are now, that's all that matters.” Mia giggles, walking closer to him.

“That's right, baby.” Seojoon says, pulling Mia in for a sloppy kiss.

“He's fucking married.” You cough.

Seojoon hits you harder than last time. “Do you ever fucking learn?” He snaps. “Try minding your goddamn business.”

“I know he's married. I don't care.” Mia tells you.

“What about Felix?” You whimper.

“What about him?” Mia scoffs. “He's part of a job, nothing fucking more. Once Chan, Felix and Mr. Lee are out of the picture, Seojoon will leave his wife.”

Seojoon coughs, stepping back from Mia, looking through the tools laid out on the table. “Right?” She asks.

“Now's not the time for this bullshit, Mia.” He snaps. “Are you gonna let the wedding happen Y/N and stop getting in the fucking way?” He asks.

“You think…I'm gonna let Felix…marry that cunt?” You gasp. “Think again.”

“I say we just fucking kill her.” Seojoon spits, reaching in the waist of his pants, pulling out a gun. He cocks it, pointing it at your head.

“Mia?” You hear your dad calling.

“Don't say a fucking word.” Mia says to you.

“Coming daddy.” She yells, looking between you and Seojoon. “Don't do anything until I get back.”

You watch as Mia goes up the stairs, leaving you alone with the psychopath.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Seojoon huffs. “Clearly beating you isn't getting the message across…what is it gonna take?” He sighs. “Maybe…” He trails off, turning around. He grabs a knife from the tray, turning back to you. He grins as he jabs the knife into the fabric of your shirt, cutting it all the way up until it hangs open, exposing your bra. “You know, these really were the only good things about you.” He chuckles. “You've always had great tits.” He says, his hands resting on your waist.

“If you don't take your fucking hands off her, I'll blow your goddamn brains out.” You hear from the stairs. Your head snaps up, seeing the shadow of Chan through your blurry and swollen eyes.

“The fuck are you gonna do about it?” Seojoon scoffs, turning to look at you before back at Chan.

“You think there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect this girl?” Chan asks. “I've been to prison.” He chuckles, walking closer to Seojoon. “And I'm not fucking afraid to go back.”

Seojoon runs back the way he originally came out but Chan doesn't chase after him. He rushes towards you, grabbing a chair for you to stand on before he starts working on breaking the chains around your wrists. You sob as he releases one wrist, the relief and the pain was too much.

Chan gets your other wrist free, causing you to collapse onto him. He holds onto you tightly, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs.

“The wedding is in a few weeks…” You barely hear your father say before trailing off. “Y/N? Chan?” He gasps, rushing towards you. “What the fuck happened?”

“Why don't you ask your other daughter?” Chan growls.

Your father looks at Mia, who sits there trying to act innocent. “I told you a little bit!” Your father snaps.

“It was mostly Seojoon.” You mumble.

“Seojoon did this?” Your dad asks. His voice was calmer than it had ever been, and that was always so much scarier.

“Daddy… I can…” Mia trails off.

“My office, now.” He says.

Chan doesn't say anything, instead takes your limp body out of the house, placing you in the backseat of the car and peeling out of the driveway.

You must have passed out, when you came to, you were back in Chan’s arms, being taken into his house.

“What happened?” You hear a deep familiar voice.

“You're future fucking wife happened.” Chan snaps, taking you upstairs to his room. He walks in, closing the door behind him before laying you down on his bed.

“You saved me.” You mumble.

“Of course I did.” He laughs.

“Thank you.” You whisper, groaning as you try to get comfy in his bed. Your body ached and throbbed.

“I'm going to get you some medicine.” He whispers as you doze off, finally feeling safe.

Over the next week, Chan never left your side, bringing you everything you needed and wanted to help your body heal. Your bruises had almost faded, and the rest of your body was close to being fully recovered.

“How are you feeling?” Chan asks.

“So much better.” You smile. “I can't thank you enough.”

“For what?” He asks.

“For everything. For saving me…taking care of me, nursing me back to health… for it all.” You smile. “I've never had anyone care this much for me.” You say, as he comes and sits next to you on the bed.

“I'd go to the ends of the fucking earth for you.” Chan says. “I'd do anything you asked of me.”

“Why?” You whisper.

“Because I'm so fucking in love with you.”

[phygoth]

starting rn a mathias support group bc that boy is about to go through it fr

[moonlightphos]

I thought, "Must be lonely loving someone" Trying to find their way out of a maze

[miyamiwu]

THEY ARE SO 💖💖💖💖

[n0vazsq]

Here with me | Joao Felix x Reader

pairing . . . joao felix x gf!reader

summary . . . When you're scared about the swarm of fans outside the stadium, Joao comforts you and lets you know it's going to be alright

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!!!!!! this took me way longer than it should've

. . . The stadium loomed ahead, its towering lights cutting through the evening sky as fans gathered in droves, their excitement buzzing like electricity in the air.

Joao held your hand firmly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. Despite his calm demeanor, he could sense your unease as you approached the entrance.

"Hey, you’re quiet," he said softly, glancing at you. His eyes, warm and attentive, searched your face for any sign of what was troubling you.

You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "Just a little nervous. That’s all."

He stopped walking, gently pulling you aside so you weren’t caught in the flow of fans rushing toward the gates. "Nervous about what? Talk to me," he urged, his voice low and steady.

You hesitated, glancing around at the crowd. Fans were decked out in jerseys, scarves, and painted faces, their energy visible as they chanted and cheered. While Joao thrived in this atmosphere, it was overwhelming for you.

"It’s just… a lot of people," you admitted. "And I’ve seen how fans can get sometimes. I don’t want to ruin your focus before the match."

Joao’s brows knitted together, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "You could never ruin anything. And if this is too much, we don’t have to do it like this. Let’s figure it out together, okay?"

You nodded, comforted by his sincerity. "I’ll be okay. I just need a second."

He scanned the area and spotted a quieter corner near the entrance, away from the bustling crowd. Without a word, he guided you there, positioning himself so his body acted as a barrier between you and the arena of fans.

"Better?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah," you said, your voice soft. "Thanks, Joao."

"Don’t thank me. I’m here for you," he said, his lips forming into a small smile. He tilted his head, studying you with that familiar, thoughtful expression that made your heart ache in the best way.

"You know, you’re my priority," he continued. "Not the fans, not the match. You. Always."

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him that his career was important and you didn’t want to get in the way, but he shook his head as if reading your mind. "I mean it," he said firmly. "If you’re not okay, nothing else matters."

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You felt a lump rise in your throat, and you swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "I just don’t want to be a distraction," you murmured.

"You’re not a distraction," he said, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was warm, grounding you in the moment. "You’re my support. My love. You think I could do all this without you?"

His words hit deep, and the weight on your chest began to lift. You placed your hands over his, leaning into his touch. "Thank you," you whispered.

"For what?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Loving you? That’s the easiest thing in the world."

A soft laugh escaped you, and Joao’s smile widened at the sound. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Come on," he said, lacing his fingers with yours again. "Let’s get inside. If anyone bothers you, I’ll handle it. Okay?"

"Okay," you said, feeling a new found sense of reassurance as you walked toward the gates together.

As you approached the VIP entrance, a small group of fans noticed Joao. Their faces lit up, and they began calling his name, waving and holding up jerseys for him to sign. You tensed, instinctively stepping closer to him.

Joao noticed immediately. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to the fans with a polite but firm smile. "I’ll sign a few, but please give us some space," he said, his tone calm yet stern.

The fans nodded eagerly, and Joao quickly signed a couple of jerseys and took a few pictures. Throughout it all, he kept one hand on your back, a silent reminder that he was there for you.

Suddenly, as Joao was finishing up with one fan, another fan, who was a man with a phone outstretched, pushed toward you aggressively.

The fan’s actions startled you, and you stumbled back slightly, your back hitting the wall quite aggressively, heart racing. Without hesitation, Joao stepped in front of you, his body shielding yours completely.

"Hey!" Joao’s voice was sharp, cutting through the havoc. He gave the fan a glare that could freeze fire. "That’s enough! Back off!"

The fan looked taken aback, his phone still in hand. "I just wanted-"

"No," Joao interrupted, his tone firm and unwavering. "You’re making her uncomfortable. Show some respect."

The surrounding fans fell silent, watching the exchange. The man hesitated before lowering his phone and retreating into the crowd, muttering an apology. Joao turned to the rest of the group, his protective stance never faltering. "Thank you for understanding. That’s it for now."

He then turned back to you, his hands immediately finding your arms. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I’m okay," you managed, though your voice wavered slightly. The adrenaline and shock of the moment had left you shaken.

Joao’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I’m so sorry you had to deal with that," he murmured against your hair. "I won’t let anyone treat you like that again."

You clung to him, his embrace grounding you. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"Always," he replied, his tone full of love. "Let’s get inside."

Once inside the stadium, the noise of the crowd was muffled, and the atmosphere felt less overwhelming. Joao led you to a private lounge, where you could watch the match in comfort and relative quiet.

"This is better, right?" he asked as you settled into the plush seats.

"Much better," you said, reaching for his hand. "Thank you."

Joao sat beside you, his arm draped over the back of your seat as he pulled you close. "You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you," he said softly.

After the match, Joao found you in the longue. He ran up to you, a huge grin on his face, and pulled you into his embrace.

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and content for the first time that evening. As the minutes passed, you found yourself relaxing more and more, Joao’s presence a constant source of comfort.

The whole time, Joao was staring at you, his eyes full of warmth and love. When you two pulled back, he turned to you with a grin, the excitement lighting up his face. "Did you see that goal?" he asked, his joy contagious.

"I did," you said, laughing as his enthusiasm pulled you further out of your trance.

By the end of the night, your earlier anxiety felt like a distant memory. Joao had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world who mattered, and tonight was no exception.

"See? We survived," he said, his tone teasing.

"Thanks to you," you replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Joao’s smile softened, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Always," he murmured. "I’ll always take care of you."

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