The 141 with an American SO who spends the entire 4th of July rubbing in their faces how America beat Britian in war.
You play the US national anthem on your phone anytime Haz, Ghost, or Price opens their mouths. Soap thinks its hilarious, follows them around playing your anthem on the bagpipes.
Gaz finally manages to ask why you're even celebrating your country at a time like this. You smugly tell him its not about today, it about beating the shit out of his country and not having to grow up eating beans on toast.
Price is affronted. Ghost watches with passive amusement. By the end of the day, everyone's at their wits end.
But they don't mind, watching as the light the sky up with colors and you and Soap run around screaming with sparklers and Roman candles.
You may be crazy, and a little mean, but your theirs.
| Polytrix collabing with reader who is the only hunter in America with a gun for her weapon ⋆˚꩜｡
All around the world, each country had a woman or a group of women. Demons didn’t only stay in one place and your voices only did so much in a specific area. The more hunters there were around the world, the stronger the Honmoon, the stronger the hunters.
You all sort of knew each other, whether it was directly or indirectly. You of course knew of Huntr/x, you loved their music, and you knew how strong those girls were.
Usually the previous generation would pick the next hunters of that country, and usually it would be a trio, but not when they picked you, you gained a insanely huge following immediately, and only while you were in training! So you were the only hunter picked for that generation in America.
Of course it got hard though, fighting demons and keeping your part of the Honmoon sealed. So you often collaborated with other hunters across the world, they would come over to America and you’d make an album together, and also fight demons. You’d also go back to theirs and help them whenever they needed it.
That’s how you got to meet the girls of Huntr/x. You reached out to the girls inviting them to America to come make an album together, and kick demon ass together.
When they arrived at your recording studio, all four of you squealed in unison, gathering into a group hug.
The girls were incredible and you loved how they came up with different ideas for lyrics and songs.
Zoey showed you some of her notebooks she packed with her. She seemed a little flustered showing someone new her many, many, notebooks. You loved them though, she had so many good ideas, you even added some in her notebook with some sticky notes. She seemed to light up seeing how you took interest in her interest.
Rumi was a little quieter around you, not that she disliked your company, but you quickly figured out she had trust issues and lots of walls built up. You never pushed her though, letting her come to you when she was ready to whether it was an idea for the album, training, anything else like that. She grew more comfortable around you when you were recording music together, warming up with different vocal techniques that often made you two sound funny, and would end up with you two laughing while you worked.
What really caught their attention with you was your weapon you used when fighting demons. You four were just out and about one night, you were showing them around the city, some normal sightseeing until some demons attacked you. The girls get their weapons at the ready, traditional blades, while you had something more traditional in the American sense, you pull out a fucking gun.
Cocking the single .22 pistol, you shoot the demons with practiced ease, clearly knowing your way with your weapon. If one of the girls was struggling, there you were to their rescue sending a shot to the demon attacking them.
Once the demons were gone, the girls came up to you out of breath.
“You’re a pretty good shot.” Mira complimented you.
“I’m an excellent shot,” you corrected with a wink, red spreading across the girls’ cheeks.
Summary: Y/N, an American half-blood witch newly arrived in Muggle London, stumbles into the warmth of the Weasley brothers after a serendipitous meeting in Diagon Alley. Drawn into their world, she finds herself at the Burrow more often than not. Meanwhile, Bill Weasley is learning to navigate life as a single father, relying on his mother’s help to care for Victoire. Though their worlds orbit each other, Y/N and Bill’s paths never seem to align—until one evening when fate finally draws them together. Will it be the start of a love story, or will they be left with nothing but heartache?
Pairing: Lee Yongbok Felix x Female!American!Reader
Fandom: Stray Kids
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⚠️NOTICE⚠️
This is not an AU. This is real life time, year 2025, and Felix is part of Stray Kids, the K-Pop band. It’s an Idol x fan relationship!
Anything and everything in this story is MADE UP, except for Stray Kids, the members, and their events.
This story does NOT portray Felix in any way. Although I’ll be trying to write his personality the best that I can, none of this means he has, or will, act/say/be those ways. Keep in mind that this is a FICTIONAL story.
This story is mostly to satisfy my lonely heart, so the reader’s personality may be going off of my own, as well as her backstory. But I’m going to try to be as vague as I possibly can, so it can be a reader-insert.
All message screenshots are FAKE. I tried my best to make them look legit lol.
Also, just a fair warning that I have become a fan of Stray kids a few weeks ago…so I apologize if any information is wrong! Don’t hurt me please…
If I ever become friends with this man in the future, please don’t tell him I wrote this…T-T
‼️WARNINGS‼️
As I had said earlier, this story is mostly for me, so there will be some things that might be triggering that the reader has gone through. THIS IS A WAY TO HELP ME COPE.
Just know that none of it will be explicit, I promise. No details, just mentions.
These triggers include….sexual harassment, discomfort, androphobia?, anxiety, self-hatred, trauma, nightmares, depression, conflicted thoughts, and fear.
If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, then please don’t read(I will make sure to put warnings in each chapter if its needed). And take care of yourself <3
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Summary:
Y/N lived a rather boring and busy life. Living in her early twenties, she had realized that now was the time she’d be really starting her journey…and a struggle it is. She learns how to be an adult, juggling jobs and learning to be independent. However, when more and more weight begins to fall on her shoulders, something from above seems to send someone right in her path, just to make things a little easier.
It’s safe to say she doesn’t regret showing off some clothing on her social media.
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Time. It was never on her side. No matter how much she tried to catch up, there was always something that held her back. And that something is what she’s been trying to figure out. How can you fight something you don’t even know? Ever since she was in high school, she feels time has been her worst enemy. Especially when she’s woken up by her alarm—blaring and alert.
Y/N stares at the ceiling above her, back pressed against the soft padding of her mattress. The alarm was shut off with a quick reflex, just by a few seconds of It breaking the silence. It’s her only day off of the week, and here she lies at 8:30 in the morning. It’s an alarm she had set in her phone every morning, no matter if she worked or not.
Why did she do this to herself? Well, her sleep schedule hasn’t always been the best. She thought it best to use an alarm to get her up at a decent time, hoping it’d fix her sleep-in routines. That doesn’t seem to be the case, since she always turns it off right away and goes back to sleep anyway.
How responsible.
On most mornings like this, especially on her day off, she’d go back to sleep, eager to dream a bit more about things that will never be a reality. Instead, she finds herself staring at the textured ceiling, her thoughts spiraling about nothing in particular. It’s her day off for the week, she should sleep in as long as she wants, eat good food, and maybe work on some art projects she thinks about constantly but is always too lazy to do.
Working three jobs isn’t easy. Granted she makes sure she’s not working more hours then she should each day, but it still takes up most of her time of the day, barely allowing her to do the things she wants to do. Which is why she ends up staying up till one or two in the morning.
A long sigh leaves her lips, her mind telling her to get up and do something. After some silent contemplation, she sits up. A wave of dizziness hits her from moving too fast, but it's gone within seconds, and she slowly pulls off her blankets to get out of bed.
Her morning routine isn’t anything special. Get out of bed, find some clothes to wear—or stick with her pajamas, go to the restroom, brush her hair and teeth, and that's about it. She’s quite lazy, so there’s not much else she finds to be important. Besides, chores, of course.
Last but not least, Y/N finally sits down to go through all of her social media. She tends to do that as soon as her eyes open in the morning. Spending about thirty minutes scrolling endlessly on her phone to give her some time to officially wake up. But this morning, she hadn’t even touched the device, besides turning the alarm off.
Running a hand over her tired face, she taps on each app she often uses, checking over notifications and seeing if any of her friends have contacted her. Not much activity, as expected. What should she expect? She only has two best friends who live in her town, while her other friends are online. Lonely, right?
Well, she finds that having a smaller circle has more connection then a bigger one.
The last app she checks is instagram. She has a couple accounts, one for art, another for personal stuff, and so on. Seeing that she has a few notifications from her personal account, she clicks on it without hesitation.
Y/N blinks at the screen, seeing the many likes on a post she did a couple days ago. Ah…she had almost forgotten about that post. It was a professional picture she got done with the new hoodie she had bought—Stray Kids merch.
Stray Kids. A k-pop group she had started to like about a few weeks ago. More like a little obsessed over. Not in a creepy way, of course, but enough that she finds herself scrolling through the many reels about the boy band till two in the morning. She’s not at fault, though. The reels just pop up on her page, and she has no choice but to endlessly watch them.
Either way, it’s a hoodie of Bbokari. A yellow chick that represents one of the Stray Kids members, Lee Yongbok Felix. Her favorite out of all of the members, to be specific.
She isn’t sure why, but she thinks it's the long hair. It does things to her. It’s that, or his deep voice. Y/N honestly finds him to be a very talented person. All of the members are. But as she watches more videos about them, she learns more and more of each member. They are kind, care about their fans, and work so hard.
It’s…admirable.
Y/N reads through the few comments, many of which are from people she doesn’t even know, but clearly fans of Stray Kids. Some are complimenting how it fits her well—even though she’s not even showing her whole outfit—and some are just talking about what merch they have.
One notification in particular grabs her attention, however. She may have woken up a few hours ago, but she must be tired, right?
Because, there is absolutely no way a verified person liked her post. No, not just any verified account—Lee fucking Felix.
Y/N had to look away from the screen for a moment, asking herself if this was actually real. Maybe it’s someone impersonating him? She knows every celebrity has one of those on social media. But if that's the case, they wouldn’t be verified, right…? Her irises glance back down at her phone, finding it to be the same it was earlier.
Yup. This is real.
A giddy grin creeps onto her features, teeth showing and all, and her feet practically kick in pure excitement. This was a dream come true. A piece of her heart that craved this.
Of course, she wasn’t expecting anything like this, not from any member. She’s one fan of a million, how could she be noticed out of all of them? Well, here it is, right in front of her face.
And now that she’s really looking, she notices she had received a message, too, during the night. Thinking it’s a scam message or something from a friend, her thumb taps on the icon.
No, that wasn’t it at all.
In fact, Y/N quite literally almost dropped her phone in pure shock. Sure, an idol liking her post was surprising and somewhat delusional, but it’s legit. However, a message from them, too?
There’s absolutely no way this is even possible. She must still be asleep.
Y/N couldn’t bring herself to tap on the message and read the whole thing, too nervous to find it to be all fake in the end. Despite moving restlessly in her seat in excitement and shock, she still felt that she was getting her hopes up.
Finally, after a long minute of contemplation…she clicks on the message.
FELIX
[Forwarded your post]
”Thank you for your support 😊It means the world to us.”
Y/N is sure she needs to go to the hospital, because it feels as though her heart stopped. Felix from Stray Kids, a very famous k-pop boy band, had messaged her, a broke young woman who happens to have found out about them recently.
Title: “Everything I Had”: BTS fanfiction ( poly )
Pairing: BTS x Reader Male ( poly relationship)
Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Slice of Life | Idol AU
Warnings: emotional hurt / heartbreak, financial insecurity, mention of isolation and self-worth issues.
Summary: He crossed an ocean with nothing but love and hope in his hands. But one unguarded moment shattered it all. When BTS’s American boyfriend overhears the words never meant for him, distance is no longer measured in miles — but in heartbreak.
You weren’t poor. Not exactly. But you had learned how to stretch things.
Grocery coupons, public transit, secondhand clothes, and budgeting apps were familiar territory. It wasn't always like that, but this past year had been tight—student loans, a job that didn’t pay enough, and a rent increase all at once. The last luxury you allowed yourself was a BTS hoodie six months ago, and even that made you feel guilty afterward.
But this trip? This surprise?
You hadn’t let yourself feel guilty about this.
You’d been saving for months. Working extra shifts, skipping weekends with friends, eating cheaper than you should’ve. You had a spreadsheet and everything. You called it the “Korea Fund,” and it sat in a separate bank account so you wouldn’t touch it, even on the bad days when you had to choose between heating and eating.
Every time they messaged you—your boyfriends—you felt that familiar ache. You missed them. You missed being with them. It was hard enough loving one person long-distance, but seven? Still, they made it work. They called you every week, made space for your texts, sent voice notes late at night just to say they were thinking about you. The time difference was a pain, and you didn’t speak Korean fluently, but love has always had its own language.
They loved you. They said it all the time.
So when your spreadsheet turned green—enough saved for a ticket, enough for a week in Korea—you planned the perfect surprise.
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“You’re really flying out there alone?” your coworker asked, wide-eyed. “On that budget?”
You just grinned. “They’re worth it.”
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You landed in Seoul exhausted, sore, and buzzing with excitement. It was your first time seeing them in nearly six months. The staffer who helped coordinate the surprise was sweet, excited even. You met her outside the HYBE building, disguised in a hoodie and a mask, your backpack slung over your shoulder.
“They’re in the practice room,” she whispered. “I left the door cracked for you. Go knock them off their feet.”
God, you couldn’t wait to see their faces.
But as you stepped into the hallway, your heart stopped.
Voices.
Not just voices—their voices. Familiar, beloved.
You froze. The door was cracked open, just like she said. But they didn’t know you were there.
And they were talking about you.
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“I know he’s trying,” Namjoon said. “But sometimes I feel… drained after our calls.”
“I get it,” Yoongi added. “He loves us too much. It’s like we’re his whole world.”
“Do you know how guilty I feel?” Jimin said, voice soft. “I can’t reply every time. He doesn’t complain, but I know it hurts him.”
“He flew out to see us last time with money he didn’t have,” Jungkook muttered. “I worry he’s not thinking about himself.”
“He doesn’t belong here,” Jin said. “This world, this pace… it’s not his. He sticks out, and we all know it.”
There was a silence so sharp, it almost made you flinch.
Then Taehyung, in a barely audible voice:
“Sometimes I feel like we’re only hurting him by keeping him.”
You didn’t hear the rest.
You couldn’t.
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You walked away without a sound. The bag of snacks you’d brought from the States—things they liked, things they said they missed—slipped from your fingers and landed against the hallway floor. You didn’t look back.
The hotel was only a few subway stops away. You kept your mask on the whole time, not because anyone recognized you, but because you didn’t want anyone to see you cry.
Your room was tiny. A box with a bed, a desk, and a window that looked out at a wall. You sat on the floor and stared at your phone. You had no money to book an early flight home. You’d budgeted to stay seven days. Your return ticket was fixed. Changing it would cost money you didn’t have.
So you stayed. In silence.
You turned off notifications. Stopped checking your messages.
You were exhausted. Not from the trip, not from the time zone—from them. From loving them so hard it hurt.
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They found out quickly.
The snacks. The note. The staffer confirming she let you in. The camera in the hallway showing you leaving.
They panicked.
Messages came flooding in. Calls. Voicemails. Emails. Even a message from their manager begging for a response.
You didn’t answer.
Because what would you say?
“You were right. I don’t belong here.”
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On the third day, there was a knock at your door.
You ignored it.
Then another. Softer.
“Y/N...?”
You froze.
It was Jimin.
“Hyung, it’s him,” another voice said behind the door. Jungkook.
“I think he’s inside,” Namjoon added. “I can hear movement.”
You swallowed. Your throat was dry. You couldn’t even speak.
Then: “I’m going to sit outside,” Jimin said. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”
You opened the door ten minutes later, because part of you—the part that still loved them—couldn’t stand to see him cry alone in a hallway.
And when you did, you weren’t just met with Jimin.
All seven of them were there. On the ground. Sitting in a row like schoolboys being punished. No security, no entourage. Just them.
Namjoon stood first.
“We deserve every second of silence you gave us.”
You looked at him, eyes wet.
“Then why are you here?”
“Because we want to fix this,” Hoseok said, stepping closer. “Even if it takes the rest of our lives.”
“You said things you meant.”
“We said things we regret,” Jin said. “There’s a difference.”
“I gave you everything,” you said, voice shaking. “And I heard you talk like I was some heavy thing you had to carry.”
Yoongi stepped forward. “We carried it wrong. You weren’t too heavy. We just didn’t lift with care.”
“I don’t have what you have,” you continued. “I’m not rich. I’m not famous. I’m not fluent. I saved everything to come here. I thought you’d be happy.”
Taehyung cried then. Not a tear—he cried.
“We were happy,” he said. “You should’ve seen our faces when we saw the snacks. Your note. We were so excited. And then we realized we’d broken something we couldn’t bear to lose.”
“I’m tired,” you whispered.
Namjoon reached for your hand, slowly, gently. “Then let us carry you now.”
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They moved you to their place that night. No cameras. No managers. Just the seven of them, arguing softly over who got to sleep next to you. (You ended up in the middle, of course.)
They booked you a return ticket—but not until you were ready. They gave you a new drawer, a toothbrush, slippers by the door.
They let you rest.
They fed you, held you, sat in silence with you when words were too much.
Okay, so I have this super crazy and never seen before idea! (●'◡'●) the title basically says it but like, I'd love to hear you thoughts about a african american hunter, or lone 'idol' who is black and maybe goes on a world tour, or is on the lineup of some sort of international music, like a lollapalooza where hutr/x and by extension the saja boys end up going to and obviously canon divergence.
Open to ideas about this, and like how you think a american musician would interact with the honmoon, or how internationally it's handled since obvious in Korea, its called the honmoon but what about elsewhere. Again, thinking about America specifically wouldn't it be called something different, would the types of demons people see be determined by their cultures understanding of demons? Like I see potential and like I want to hear thoughts about it before I decided to write about it
Anyways, you probably have had enough of me yapping to you so here are some like blurbs, drabbles, head cannons about this world I am envisioning.
In America the honmoon is definitely not maintained by one star music group, and not all pop stars are hunters. Its definitely more spread out across genres and culture groups because America is a melting pot and so many unique people live here. I would also imagine the honmoon would be stronger is different places where music is enjoyed more often with crowds that resonate with it. The honmoon is a tapestry thats weaved continuously, and if it stops it would begin unravelling, fraying and allowing demons to slip through the cracks
America would likely also not have a sort of Gwi Ma figure? I imagine the part of 'hell' or 'underworld' the demons in America are from is sort of a free for all, like yes demons can band together but there isn't a ruler, kind of like a wasteland reject demons. A place where demons are banished to for displeasing whoever is in charge where their from, and the only way out is to free themselves of their soul debts? Also some of the demons might honestly just be chill because like, their no leader or laws do whatever you want.
Since America is also primarily consists of , Christianity, Judaism, and Islam might also dictate how people view and understand demons existence and like things like warding, exorcisms, and just demonology affect's but also i don't know if I wasn't to discuss those topics or like implicate them because I honestly don't know that much about religions, and like that could like definitely be a heavy topic
black reader and zoey rapping together? that would be so cute and amazing, and especially since zoey was raised in america and, like, she'd fit right into any higher tempo rap song.
huntr/x or the saja boys being the opener at a music festival, also just like the movie being more spread out in general because the saja boys instantly became popular, and like not saying things like that don't happen because they do but girl, no entertainment company, no promoting just random debut and boom 50 million fans? no, nuh uh, they gotta do some more work than that
Summary: The last thing in the world (Y/N) wanted to do was go to England for her friend’s wedding - not when the man she’s marrying is her ex. Unable to say anything, she finds herself at a friend’s bar after the bachelorette party crying into a glass of Merlot and wishing desperately to be anywhere else. Down the bar, is Bill. Suddenly a single father after his wife left him to ‘find herself’ he’s tying - and mostly failing - to balance the demands of his career with those of raising his infant daughter. With his mother watching his daughter while he’s at work, and not wanting to worry his family, he’s found himself in an old friend’s bar more nights than not drinking whiskey until he doesn’t feel like the world is closing in around him and he can force a mostly convincing smile. When they find themselves in bed together after a night spent drinking and commiserating - and probably more given the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom - neither of them minded too much. Until what was supposed to be a one night thing turns into much more, and they have to decide what it means to be vulnerable with someone and if they can risk having their hearts broken again.
Series Word Count: TBD
Warnings: Typically responsible adults acting like drunk idiots, heavy drinking (mostly chapter one), Bill as a single dad, Fleur not being the best mom, Post Partum Depression and no one dealing with it well, VERY quick marriage, complicated family issues, PTSD, anxiety, depression, everyone needs fucking therapy in this, please don't hesitate to let me know if you find something that I’ve forgotten to add.
A/N: If you can figure out where the title comes from, you get a cookie - and yes. It’s incredibly cheesy.
Enjoy.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
Dividers by @chippedchina-teacup - created specifically for Tusedays by me
