#respect the privacy if you truly love them

[awionetka]

❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ❞ ft. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

with loyalty unmeasurable, strength unheard of and restraint hanging by the thinnest of threads, Sir Caleb falls victim to the simplest curse in the world – the forbidden fruit.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: fluff, suggestive (they want each other so bad it's making them look stupid). knight!Caleb x princess!reader. forbidden love. for the sake of the plot, Caleb is around ten years older than reader (who is, naturally, of age).

𝐜𝐰: mentions of weapons. flirting upon flirting with a sprinkle of some veiled seduction. all is fair in love and war.

𝐰𝐜: 3.1k

He seemed to be there always, lingering on the sidelines, observing from afar as you lived through what was meant for people like you.

When you lost your way in the garden maze outside the castle back when you were fourteen, he calmly guided you out of it, kindly allowing your hand to wrap around his forearm, knowing just how anxious you must’ve been. Or when you decided to begin riding horseback, it was him who followed you during your forest explorations, trailing behind at a respectable distance, not daring to invade your privacy. Even at the royal balls, oftentimes held in your honour, where you danced and drank freely, enjoying the good-natured fun – probably somewhere near the spiral staircase, body still clad in a full set of meticulously polished armour, with one hand placed firmly on the hilt of his sword. Silent. Solemn. Unreachable.

Yet still, always, always there.

Some would find that rather unnerving, how wherever you went, he followed, however for you Sir Caleb had always been a comforting presence. It was worth pointing out though that he was never appointed to you, not directly. He simply served under the King – your father – who treasured his sole daughter dearly, caring for you so wholeheartedly, you knew that you could ask him for anything in the whole wide world and he'd give it to you, no questions asked.

Anything except for one, gravely important matter – to marry.

In your father's eyes there hadn't yet been a candidate suitable for you – wise, doting, loyal, brave. The king believed you to possess all these qualities in magnitude and so many more, so why would he willingly give you away to those who had barely enough wit to make it to your Kingdom without falling off their horse? Such a thing could not be, not as long as your father was still alive and breathing.

Therefore, forbidden from any kind of adoration which could had been thrown your way, you spent your time with the ladies-in-waiting, practicing swordsmanship, playing with your most beloved puppy dog and, what had quickly become your absolute favourite, constantly bothering Sir Caleb with your presence.

"Will you be there at tonight's great ball, Sir Caleb?" you drawled, fidgeting with one of the arrows you'd pulled out from his quiver. "Truly be there, I mean. Not just standing menacingly in the shadows."

You'd managed to catch him during shooting practice at the training grounds near the pond and refused to let the chance slip. It was midday, the sun was partly covered by the most lovely of clouds and Sir Caleb's shirt was drenched in sweat, clinging onto his arm muscles with every precise move.

"I will be wherever I'm needed, Your Highness," he replied evasively, making you roll your eyes.

"Isn't all that just a fancy way of saying no?"

The knight didn't respond this time, focusing on his aim instead. Not like he needed much concentration anyway, you noticed. So far, each and every arrow hit the exact spot he intended it to hit. Truth be told, you preferred to observe him during hand-to-hand combat, as that seemed far more intriguing. Naturally, the fact that it usually made him much more worked up than archery had little to do with your preferences.

"What if I say I need you, then?" you said coyly, enjoying the falter in Sir Caleb's step as your bold words reached his ears. "Would you come then, Sir Caleb? I've been aching for a dance."

Hiding his fluster behind a dry cough, the knight resumed the practice, aiming for yet another target you could barely make out in the distance.

"I am more than sure that there will be many respectable gentlemen willing to dance with Your Highness this fine night."

You sighed ostentatiously, hopping off the ledge you'd been sitting on. "That I've heard, I admit..."

He just hummed, effectively avoiding your gaze as you made your way to where he stood, taut as the bowstring in between his fingers. The heat radiating off his body was palpable, even from a step away, and you couldn't help but wonder how Sir Caleb's skin would feel underneath your palms, bare and lifeful.

"But I." Tiptoeing, you leaned in, locking eyes on his current target with a wicked grin. "I wish to dance with you.

Walking away, not without a certain sway in your step, you noticed with unconcealed delight that his next shot was the first one you saw Sir Caleb miss.

Caleb was an honourable man.

At least he believed himself to be; patient and unyielding, reliable in both strength and sharp wit. He trained daily, cultivating skills of all sorts possible, raging from those used in combat to those needed elsewhere, spending hours upon hours reading and studying all that he'd deemed necessary. Caleb's social competency, conversational skill and gentlemanlike manners could be described only as perfectly immaculate, earning him a reputation of a dependable and fairly pleasant knight to His Majesty.

And yet, all those admirable qualities, accompanied by years of rigorous training and schooling could be diminished in less than a mere second, reducing Caleb to a man led by desires so carnal, he could barely acknowledge them without exiling his own damn self from the face of the Earth. For as soon as this Kingdom's most beloved princess stepped into the room, step light and playful, an epitome of joy, all he could think about was how it would feel to press you against the nearest wall and hike up your marvellous gown while confessing the most horrid, absolutely vile things right into your ear and watching as you squirmed in his grasp.

Oftentimes, he'd wonder, lose himself in all of the abominable daydreams which gnawed at his very soul each and every time you passed by, your aura enveloping him entirely, until there was no part of him that didn't belong to his delectable, brilliant princess. You were always so pristine, so impeccable. Even during combat practice, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, hair tied back revealing the lovely shape of your face, you looked positively magnificent, just as much (if not more) as caught mid twirl in the middle of the ballroom, all dolled up and giddy from excitement.

Caleb was an honourable man. However tonight, his restraint was beginning to run thin, your coy request (or demand? an order...?) from earlier echoing around his head as he grabbed another glass of wine from the table next to him.

Usually, he didn't drink much, if anything at all. Knighthood required him to stay as vigilant as one could humanly be, therefore alcohol was mostly off the table for Caleb, even during such grandiose events as this one. His mind stayed sharp always, observing the surroundings, so the others, so you, wouldn't have to. It was his duty, after all, and Caleb held great pride in knowing he could be relied on in such a way.

However tonight, he was in desperate need of some liquid courage, if he was truly to ask you for a dance. Especially tonight, when you looked just so ravishing, his eyes could barely steer off your silhouette to maintain at least some semblance of composure. And, the worst of it all, if he were to guess, he'd say that you knew of it all already.

Of course you knew. How could you not? With a mere gesture, a flicker of your finger and a promise of a smile, you could have Caleb as you wished, heart ripped out of his chest solely for your amusement. He'd kneel at your feet, go completely silent for years or speak exclusively in poetry, steal for you, lie for you, kill and die, if it only meant keeping you content. The rest was of no importance to him when you weren't present to witness or benefit from it.

And amongst these benefits, unluckily for Caleb, was a few minute waltz you wished to experience with him out of all people gathered that night in the royal ballroom. However, whatever his princess demanded, she would receive, so he uttered a brief prayer and made his way to where you stood, joking halfheartedly with your ladies-in-waiting.

"Your Highness." The cheerful chatter dimmed in an instant when he approached, bowing with precise deliberation. "If I'm allowed to be this bold, may I be granted the pleasure of a dance in Your Highness's company?"

One of the women squealed excitedly, tugging at the sleeve of your exquisite gown, as you pretended to consider his offer with an undoubtedly mischievous glint in your eye.

"Mmm, very well, Sir Caleb." Your gloved hand reached forward in a wordless invitation. "You may."

Caleb had touched you before, briefly, yes, and never in such a direct manner, but he considered himself no stranger to the weight of your palm in his. He'd aid you while exiting a carriage or help you hop on your mare of choice, skin burning underneath all the layers of cloth and leather, just aching to breach the barriers and graze your flesh.

However nothing in this world could have prepared Caleb for such a prolonged and intimate contact with the sanctum of your body, arms aligned with his own and fingers mingling as the two of you glided across the floor. He'd foolishly believed that he'd be able to endure it, this delectable torture of your proximity, but his godlike restraint had already begun to wear thin, with every step and move.

"Is my dress to your liking, Sir Caleb?" Batting your eyelashes, you smiled sweetly, clearly basking in his utter embarrassment.

Keeping his gaze as far away from your figure as possible, he attempted to swallow the growing lump in his throat. "I fear… Uhm, I fear I do not know enough to be a judge of Your Highness’s choice of garment this night."

Even with his head turned, Caleb could sense your smile grow, causing a grin of his own to flourish unwittingly.

"Well then, I suppose we’re lucky that beauty is subjective after all, no?" Your hand squeezed his a bit tighter as you toyed with him, seemingly enjoying his internal torment. "You do not need to be a seamster to have a taste in gowns. So? What would it be?"

If he were to be truthful in that moment, he'd say that he couldn't care less about the damned dress, for you'd look just as lovely without it, stripped of all the flimsy ribbons and tulle, basking in the moonlight like a nymph.

However those who love are tricksters and deceivers by nature, so he only bit back his reply and said something insignificant instead, still, somehow, managing to make you chuckle. Caleb's heart stuttered painfully in his chest at the sound, so bright and carefree, just as you were. It was then that he'd begun to truly enjoy the dance, anchoring himself in the moment and savouring these few minutes of being the one you held in your arms. And perhaps... he could get used to this after all, the feeling of your hand in his, the occasional witty comment and feisty look you'd cast his way.

Caleb knew well that he should not, by any means, allow himself to drag you down to his level, for you were so much more than he could ever possibly become, even at such a young age. But then you grabbed his arm a little rougher, squeezing in between the guests and leading Caleb somewhere far, far away from all the festivities which were taking place. Still giggling at something he'd said, something he couldn't even properly remember, and oh, so charming and full of life and whimsy, he was beginning to feel lightheaded just by looking at you.

How could he ever refuse you...?

"I am so glad you finally asked me for a dance tonight, Sir Caleb!" Clasping your hands together, you sat on the intricate wooden bench underneath one of the windows overlooking the gardens. "I must admit, I did not expect you to do so."

Encouraged by a simple nod from you, he moved closer, feeling the evening breeze on all the exposed bits of his skin.

"I go where I'm needed, Your Highness," he replied curtly, observing as you stretched out your exhausted limbs in a manner quite similar to a particularly lazy feline.

"Quite lovely, however I must say untrue," you drawled, gazing his way unapologetically.

Caleb's brows furrowed. "How so...?"

"Oh, well..." Placing your chin on your hand, you looked the knight up and down. "It is just that I need you, often, and yet... you fail to come to me, after all. Do you not hear me calling out to you, Sir Caleb?"

It was as though a dagger laced with the deadliest of poisons was held at his throat, just waiting for yet another foolish decision he would inevitably make. Backed into a corner, a delectable one, no doubt, yet a corner nonetheless. Caleb's body trembled with the sheer strength it took him not to lunge forward, falling right at your feet just to beg for forgiveness for what he was about to do to his princess.

"Come, now." Your voice was quiet, barely audible, and so entrancing he didn't even notice he began to move before he was already situated by your side like some dog.

He gulped, looking up at you from where he sat on the stone cold floor, ceremonial cape long forgotten somewhere down the corridor, hands shaking fervently at his sides.

"This… Your Highness, this is highly improper. If anyone were to see Your Highness with me, in such a compromising position–" His voice failed him then and he had to force himself to come back to his senses. "I’d be executed on the spot for tarnishing Your Highness’s innocence."

"Is that what you fear then?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his explanations. "Death?"

The way you looked at him then, brows furrowed and lips quivering with disappointment, forced him to reply without further thought, closing the distance growing between you at once.

"No," he uttered, fingers wrapping around the hem of your gown. "No, never. Not if it could prove to be of any use to Your Highness."

"And yet you hesitate still. You wish to look however that is precisely where your advances end!"

Before Caleb could process what you had just told him, he recoiled, as though burned, much like a kid caught misbehaving.

"Truly?" you laughed then, brief and mocking, sounding eerily akin to pity. "You cannot be possibly surprised that I’ve taken notice of your wandering gaze, Sir Caleb. You are not the only one who can observe."

"Your Highness, I–"

You leaned towards him, tugging at your skirt in frustration. "Who do you think I do all this for? Allowing them to dress me up like some doll! All those corsets and petticoats, sleeves so long they dip in wine and peacock feathers stuck in my hair, all of it in hopes of you granting me a single comment! And yet, you do not care at all!"

"Princess…" He reached forward, allowing his hand to ghost somewhere next to your cheek in the faintest of attempts to console you. "If you knew the extent of my care, the amount of thoughts that plague my mind each day, hour and minute, you would tremble. For they’re all of you, for you, each and every one, from the sweetest and gentlest to the most shameful, deprived desires you could possibly think of. You’re haunting my very soul, day and night, even when you’re not present. I dream of you, irrevocably, with such burning passion I can barely hold it in. You have consumed my whole life, for it has no meaning if it’s of no use to you. I beg of you, my heart, my all, allow me to keep lingering, to devote my entire being to you, do as you please, I do not care. There is no other meaning of my miserable existence than being of service to you, surely… Surely you must know that. Till the end of time itself, I will adore you with all my might, as long as you let me."

In his whole life, he had never witnessed you at a loss of words. His most beloved princess had a proper response to everything, trivial or crucial, it mattered not. Your wit was outstanding, mind nimble and admirable.

And yet, in that moment, with his fervent, pitiful confession, Caleb had rendered you absolutely speechless.

In the utter silence that enveloped the dim corridor, he could hear you swallow thickly.

"Is this…" Your voice was trembling faintly. "Are you being truthful?"

He nodded solemnly. "Wouldn’t dare to lie to Your Highness."

"Show me then."

It was Caleb's turn to be taken aback at the extent of your boldness.

"Your Highness…?"

Grabbing the front of his shirt, satin gloves tickling at his bare chest underneath, you leaned in, eyes pleading and ardent.

"You say you live to be of service." Caleb swore he caught you sneaking a glance at his parted lips. "Grant me a kiss then, my dear knight. Let us test the depths of your devotion. I wish to feel those thoughts you speak of."

He opened his mouth yet again, however no word dared to come out, only huffs of air and desperation.

You angled your head, nose grazing his in the sultriest of ways.

"A kiss," you whispered. "Don’t be gentle. No use for courtesy anymore, not when my body craves yours so. Even... even princesses have deprived thoughts."

Honourable men showed restraint. They never faltered in their duties and beliefs, serving loyally under those they had once swore to aid and protect. Their needs came last, always, as they were of no real use to anyone else other than themselves and to desire was to be filthy.

Caleb knew that, all of it, remnants of his oath echoing around his head each and every time you looked at him as though it physically pained you to stay away. Yet it appeared to be of no importance in the very end, for he fell for it, entirely, and no matter what the final outcome would be, he'd still do it all over again if it only meant keeping his princess thoroughly satisfied.

Perhaps Caleb had never been an honourable man.

And maybe, just maybe, you didn't need one in the first place.

Allowing his hands to sneak around your waist in a makeshift promise, he basked in the feeling of your body trembling underneath his touch.

"Let us see if our thoughts are a match, then." His breath enveloped you whole as he spoke, eyes locked firmly on yours. "Your Highness."

[beloveds-embrace]

Hello, I really liked your Dukedome au, and I imagine how reader would when Jhon told her about his boys and she was okay with it, but maybe, unconsciously, she doesn't want the guys to misunderstood her relationship whit Jhon, so she star treating them in a very distant/formal way(probably she doesn't even notice either, its not like she is upset or something)

Like, no more cute nicknames for them or cute giggles, she stop looking out for them as often and they notice.

I just like angst I'm sorry 😭

They would notice immediately because ever since your mind subconsciously accepted that no one here would chastise or correct you, you've basically turned the nickname into a part of their name, always said so gently. Or when you'd seek their company out yourself, simply happy to spend time with them.

But then you convince yourself that perhaps you are making them uncomfortable, that maybe you are getting between them and John especially, so you decide it'd be best to just stop. No more nicknames, no more purposely going to spend time with them, just a very calm and respectful camaraderie. It should be fine, shouldn't it? No doubt they'd even be happy, having more privacy without you encroaching on their space.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. First day, they notice that you aren't calling them with those dearly beloved nicknames in that sweet tone of yours, but they assume it might just be something distracting you. They are sure it'll get better.

Second day, they realize you haven't gone to any of them. Haven't had breakfast sitting with Johnny, haven't visited John in his office, haven't taken your walk with Kyle or checked the library to read with Simon. Going over the conversations each and everyone of them has had with you, trying to see if they’d hurt or upset you in any way only to come up empty-handed.

Third day is the last day. There’s genuine fear they might havr royally fucked up. But it doesn’t explain why you are still calm and gentle as ever, greeting them if you happen to run into them but no more cute nicknames or lingering to speak to them. It hurts more because they do hear you still use them for others, but not them.

Fourth day is the last straw. Kyle is there first thing in the morning, greeting you awake with a big bouquet from John and Simon and a tray of so much it’s surprising it even fit on the tray- made by Johnny and Kyle both.

“My lady,” he smiles at you, setting it down on the coffee table a little away. It takes effort not to frown when you just mumble a confused “Kyle?” With no nicknames like love or honey.

“My lady,” he repeats, voice soft and apologetic- almost desperate. “Whatever I’ve done- whatever we’ve done, we truly apologize for it.” He starts. And then asks for your forgiveness again, apologies falling out.

Meanwhile, you are just confused as fuck. And still in your nightgown. What is he- what are all of them even apologizing for, anyways?

[kateksmallcuteowl]

June 26: Soulmates/Soulmate Marks AU

Your mark shows how old will your soulmate be when you fall in love with them. (Meaning both romantically and sexually)

For an event by @bagginshieldweek24

More headcanons after the cut. Seriously, there’s a lot, as I developed a whole idea but had no time to write a fic because of exams.

— Dwarfs come of age in around 80 y.o., having a soulmate from another race is a very rare occurrence; throughout the history of Middle-earth, there have been at most a dozen such cases, so most dwarves are unaware of this possibility. Having a mark with a number younger than the age of majority is a lifelong shame, essentially an admission of pedophilia. Unfortunately, this happens more often than having a soulmate from another race.

— Thorin spent his entire adult life, from the moment the mark appeared, wearing an extra layer of bandages under his bracers to prevent anyone from seeing the number. Fortunately, among dwarves, it is not considered inappropriate to hide the marks, as many value their privacy.

— The mark and thoughts about it were the reason why Thorin often appeared especially gloomy when the topic of romance came up.

— He truly tried to compensate for his "defectiveness" with his virtues.

— Of course, Thorin is a virgin.

— Bilbo, on the other hand, didn't think much about this; hobbits don't see anything wrong with living without their soulmate or seeing their soulmate as a friend. They are generally a loving people and don't worry about the concept of "the one and only."

— Although the topic of soulmates is considered highly romantic in hobbit literature, Bilbo was somewhat disappointed when he realized he would likely never meet his soulmate. (Hobbits are also unaware of inter-racial soulmates.)

— I tried to make young Bilbo look more like Frodo, so here he has smaller curls and a different style of shirt.

— Thorin and Bilbo both hid their marks, so when they felt an attraction to each other, especially after the Carrock, both were initially upset, thinking they weren't soulmates. Thorin, of course, was much more upset.

— During the two weeks they stayed with Beorn (yes, I'm mixing the movie and the book, what are you going to do about it? Slow burn needs time to be slow), they managed to reach the point of kissing near the river or something like that. But when Bilbo tried to unlace Thorin's tunic, Thorin stopped him and said that, unlike hobbits, for dwarves, sexual interaction is a very serious step in emotional attachment. It wouldn't be fair not to tell Bilbo what kind of monster he was getting involved with, because after seeing what Thorin had to show him, Bilbo might not even want to look him in the eye. Bilbo was honestly frustrated. (It is implied that Thorin used some term characteristic of a pedo... ahem)

— With a terrifyingly serious face, Thorin unwrapped the bandages on his wrist, and Bilbo, with a sinking heart, prepared to see a number like 5 or 12. Instead, there was a very respectable and completely normal age. Thorin turned away, not wanting to see the disappointment in the hobbit's eyes. Bilbo spent a few seconds calculating how long dwarves live and how old Thorin actually was.

— Thorin thought Bilbo wanted to shame him for having the audacity to enter into a relationship at such an age, knowing his soulmate's extremely young age. With closed eyes, he forced out that he was 195 and knew how disgusting he was because of it.

— Instead of a slap or something worse, which Thorin wouldn't have opposed, thinking any normal person had the right to treat him like that after seeing it, Bilbo reached for his own wrist and, with suspicious enthusiasm, pulled off the leather bracelet he had worn since the Shire. On the pale skin was clearly marked Thorin's age, written in dark ink with characteristic dwarvish notches.

— Some time passed in silence as they both realized that such a coincidence simply couldn't be.

— They were in for a very pleasant evening away from the company🌚🌝

— Later, when the entire company gathered by the fire, Bilbo and Thorin would come to them, holding hands, the hobbit nearly glowing with happiness in front, and a red-to-the-tips-of-his-ears Thorin slightly behind. This would be the first time anyone in the company saw Thorin without bandages, and if not for the matching age on Bilbo's wrist, now also not hidden by a bracelet, they wouldn't have believed Thorin could be normal with such a number on his skin.

— And the dwarves would realize how young Bilbo was by their standards.

— Truly, the ways of the Valar are mysterious.

— At the very end of the night, Fili would nudge Kili with his elbow and hint that since their uncle had an inter-racial mark, he might not be so angry and yell when he finds out that his brother has a four-digit number on his wrist.

[pureastrologywisdom]

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔒𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

Today I want to talk about synastry that creates a warmth and sweetness around a connection, whether it be friendship or more. Most of these are aspects that I consider to be a good builder for a longer term relationship. Like I said these could be platonic, but these are also wonderful in romantic connections.

Venus conjunct Sun ~ trine/sextile to a slightly lesser affect

When two peoples Venus and Sun come together in a chart it shows that they inspire each other. They encourage each others creative sides. I will also say the Venus person can become somewhat of a muse for the Sun person in this connection, it can be the other way around but I have seen that slightly less. Venus is beauty and creativity, and the sun is expression. The sun person wishes to capture and express the Venus persons beauty/essence. This adds a sense of harmony to the relationship. They often have somewhat similar tastes also.

Venus in their 4th House

This is an incredibly comforting placement to have. The fourth house is one of the more private parts of a persons chart. It represents how they retreat back into themselves and their privacy. Having a benefic planet like Venus come into this house creates a beautiful connection. You want your private life to be harmonious. This person will feel at home with you, they are so comfortable around you, your presence feels so peaceful. The Venus person enjoys how the house person feels at ease around them.

Mars conjunct Mercury

These are two people who push each other. There is a lot of energy around this connection, this is a placement where two people will encourage each other to improve and work on their goals/ideas. Think of it as Mercury is the thinker who can give the Mars person a hand with the refinement of ideas, whereas the Mars person helps encourage the Mercury person to executer their ideas and put their plans into action. This s also a placement where two people have a good amount of respect for one another. Debates can be something that comes up, but in a more practical way where they are genuinely interested in one another's point of view.

Moon conjunct Sun - also applies to a lesser extent with a Trine/Sextile

There is this natural exchange between you, an understanding. What one is on the inside the other displays so effortlessly. There is a gentleness and warmth around this connection. This is truly an aspect of being seen. I especially love to see this between a man and woman, where it's the woman's Moon and The Man's Sun.

Thank you for reading,

Pure astro wisdom x

[skrunksthatwunk]

let it be known that this started as what if i became a doll collector and the answer is still that im unemployed

what if i became a figure collector (<- unemployed)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(H:SR) Firefly, Acheron, Seele, Fugue, March 7th, and Himeko seeing your phone's wallpaper is them

As in, the wallpaper is a picture of you and the lovely lady together. Had no idea how to actually title this, but you get the idea!

Firefly isn't the type to go snooping around people's belongings (unless there was something dangerous afoot), especially in regards to you!

She respects your privacy, and knows that you wouldn't do anything to betray her trust!

But when she sees your phone on a nearby table, her first instinct is to give it back to you!...Wherever you were, anyway.

As soon as she flips it over to the front, your phone flickers to life, causing her to freeze from what she saw.

It was...her! And you, smiling together, both posing for the camera.

Even after all this time, Firefly still felt camera shy, but with how bright both the smiles were, she couldn't tell. A hum of both approval and happiness escaped her lips.

(Firefly) "Hehe! You look cute in this.~"

She remembered what happened during that picture perfectly. It wasn't anything grandiose, just simply hanging out on your bed cuddling, but you had the idea of capturing the moment, and of course she had no objections.

(Firefly) "Maybe I should do the same for my phone too..."

Firefly smiled before putting your phone to sleep and going to find you, making sure to ask if you could send her the photo later.

After all, you wouldn't mind Firefly doing the same, would you?

Plus, you could have at least made her look more flattering with the angle...

Acheron sees your phone vibrate, her eyes shifting across the room and realizing that you were in the middle of something.

And knowing you didn't hear it, Acheron picked the phone up, ready to hand it to you. Though the picture she saw stopped her plan.

It was a picture of herself sitting next to you. The smile you had on your face that moment was far bigger than hers, yet she could still see her lips turning upwards.

At first, Acheron frowned. She couldn't tell exactly when this picture was taken, but it appeared to be recent.

(Acheron) "Hm. At least I look good in it."

Shaking her head, Acheron simply gives you the phone, telling you of the notification.

Though, the photo of you two sticks in her mind as she sits back down.

The feelings rising to her chest were...pleasant. Just like the photo, it made her smile too, thankful she has you in this very moment.

Maybe she should take a photo of her own, to make sure the memory truly never faded.

Seele grabs your phone to hand it over, before awkwardly realizing you were in the bathroom taking a shower.

Before she set it down...curiousity got the better of her.

She wasn't the jealous type to think you were texting other girls (mostly) , but she did wonder what your notifications looked like.

Her eyes going wide the moment she turned the phone on. The text in front of her was completely blocked out in her mind, instead focusing on the image behind them.

It was Seele herself playing with the Moles, a smile on her face.

Was her grin that big like an idiot?!

Immediately she began blushing, pouting that you took that image without her seeing it!

(Seele) "That little...!"

If you showed that image of her to the others, Seele was going to kill you.

At least get her attention so she can pose better-

...Wait, no! Don't just go randomly snapping pictures of her!

...Though the wallpaper did make Seele smile a little, remembering how happy Hook and the others were to play with you and her.

Fugue can't help but stare at your phone's wallpaper since it was left unattended on a nearby table.

It was an image of her, that was to be expected.

What wasn't expected was that it wasn't an old photo.

It was her only a few days ago, the two of you sharing a smile what must have felt like old times.

Why in the world would you choose to have a picture of her right now?

Though she was confused initially, a small tear ran down her cheek as her thumb brushed against the screen.

(Fugue) "...You still love me."

It sounded stupid when she said it aloud. Of course you still love her.

No doubt that seeing an old image would have reignited some fragmented memories that she would have struggled to recall.

Instead, you deliberately chose to have something recent, making her smile despite the tears now rapidly falling from her eyes.

Choosing to love the woman in front of you, despite everything that has happened.

March snatches your phone like a goblin, immediately snooping to see what you were up to!

Maybe she'd search up your internet history!

Or more scandalous, who you were texting!

Instead she was enamored by the photo of her kissing your cheek playfully, with you trying to shove her back (affectionately, probably).

That immediately made her pout.

(March 7th) "Of all the photos you decide to make your wallpaper, you chose that?!"

March is honestly offended!

There were so much more romantic/funnier/weirder images you could have used that you took together!

Why that one of all of them!

(March 7th) "Hmph! I'll just have to choose better!"

She immediately goes to your image gallery, furiously looking for something better to use!

March would show you how proper photo taking is done at some point!

Himeko's smile grows even bigger when she sees the wallpaper on your phone.

It was you and her, looking up into the starry night.

Courtesy of March who took the image, she had to say you looked quite dashing!

Even though it wasn't the most traditional couple photo out there, it still meant a lot to her that you even decided to have that as your wallpaper.

Chuckling, Himeko puts your phone back down. Truthfully, she was wanting to see what your lock screen had looked like, and the results couldn't have been more pleasing!

(Himeko) "Good taste, dear.~"

Though you weren't in the room when she made the comment, Himeko would be sure to bring it up the moment you came back.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎉 Thank You for 10k+ Followers!! 🎉

A big thank you goes out to @cozymochi for this beautiful celebratory commissioned artwork for this major milestone ✨ It really captures the scope of all the content that had been put out in the last 4+ years—both in terms of official Twst materials and on this blog! I think it’s very fitting that we hit this milestone in the month of Halloween too (I just held off on posting this til the month after); it’s Twst’s biggest holiday of the year, so it’s twice the cause for celebration!!

A lot has happened over the course of my time in this fandom. I’ve written many things of course, but I’ve also had many other exciting opportunities! I’ve been interviewed for a paper, met many cool people from all over the world, attended Twst meetups + events, collaborated with other talented creators, received kind gifts, contributed to various fandom projects, and finished telling the origins of my Twst OC. This blog has been with me through a lot of major changes and difficult hurdles in my life too—it’s really been an anchor for me, a comforting and safe space for me to be creative or analytical whenever I want to be.

When I first started this blog as a very casual hobby in summer of 2020, I never even considered that it would balloon to this extent. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me 😭 I don’t usually fixate on numbers (they make me anxious), but looking back on it, 10k is a LOT, and 4 years is a long time. To put that in perspective, if we were in Twisted Wonderland for 4 years then all of the students we’ve come to know and love would have graduated by now. That’s crazy to me. We’ve come so far as a group.

I feel that a large part of fandom is the community that comes with it. I would have found it so challenging to stick with Twst had I not had so many great people keeping me engaged with it. I’d now like to take a moment to thank those folks. Keeping in line with the idea of “4 years”, think of these as little messages scrawled in a yearbook. I also have a blog event planned to celebrate! More on that later.

Please note that I’ve used pseudonyms for most of the following people, as I’d like to respect their privacy (I’m very private myself) + not all of them are comfortable with being explicitly named or tagged to a large crowd. You’ll know who you are if you see yourself on here.

Without further ado:

MSS — Thank you for being the first Twst space I felt truly a part of. It’s still the place I consider my fandom “home” beyond this blog.

April — Thank you for making MSS as a place for us to share! We’re tsunderes in solidarity.

Drinking Knight — The banners wouldn’t exist without your help. Thanks for getting the ball rolling on those; I’d like to think that I’m a little more confident in designing new ones myself now, but you were the start of it all. Your endless enthusiasm for the most insane otome boys, drinks, and bullying (positive) others is truly an inspiration.

Q. Opinionated — Can’t count the number of times you ran tech support for me 💀 Thanks so much for being patient and willing to laugh at a stupid situation. I WILL grip you (escape is not an option) 🤲

Dad with his Printer — Why are you so cheeky My unofficial proofreader and fact checker. Still treasure the teeny J word and coffin magnets you sent, and, even more valuable than those, the bad dad jokes/puns advice and wisdom you give. Wishing you luck on your art adventure.

A. Cider — An unexpected friend I met very late into the fandom and happened to run into irl by total coincidence. Funny how life works. Your shitposts are great, and I appreciate having a like-minded person to talk with about the J words and story critiques. I’d also like to thank you for the many little doodles you’ve made; I know you’re very busy and have a wife to tend to at home but I appreciate that you still make time for friends.

Hana — Extroverted pink-haired magical girl representation. Your bubbly love for Disney, Diasomnia, singing, and (yes) angst lights up the entire room. Maybe you’re not too confident with yourself are right now, but I know you’ll find your way.

Swan — For being quick on the uptake and giving me the heads up about various things! We may not talk much one-on-one, but I’m thinking of you and enjoy seeing you pitch into the conversation. You’re still banned for L*ona posting though/j

Ly — My secret French twin/j Thanks for being my cultural + equine advisor and a voice of (salty) reason. Never shut up about your hyperfixations! You’re a real one.

Oys — Enabler + encourager of my Yan!Sil delusions. Sorry for making your blood pressure spike every time we talk about our food takes. But hey, at least we get a good laugh out of it :))

Mac and Bean — For being my inspirations. Bean, you have such atmospheric writing. I hope my writing style can be just as magical as yours. Mac, it was your blog that first got me into starting my own Twst writing. You never stop being so, so funny also I blame you 120% for the L*ona rot.

Peaches and Cream — To my local Twst friends, thanks for keeping me company even through the hard times. Peaches, happy to be your local Twst dealer anytime. Cream, thanks for hooking me up with new books.

Salt and Flora — I don’t know where you vanished to, but the sea brought you back to me on its tides. I’m so happy we could meet again. Salt, you’re so talented at crochet and design work; get your coin 😂 Flora, you’re the sweetest person ever. Literally cottagecore personified, even in your art.

Piano — We don’t always see eye to eye, but thank you for being my serial debater and showing me new perspectives. Your open-minded theories and analyses are such fun. And, of course, it’s always hilarious to think about how we accidentally (?) swapped oshis 🤡 You’re a star.

The Anklebiter — For having the most unhinged jokes and ideas. Seriously, THE most unhinged. I never do any of the crazy things you suggest but I’m always really entertained from just hearing them.

Te, Mi, and Ro — Thanks for organizing local events and giving me an excuse to touch grass. It’s a lot of hard work and you guys manage to pull it off every time! Mi, I was flattered to have you reach out to me to help a little with the Tweel cupsleeve event. Happy to help anytime! Te, I remember you were cosplaying as Kalim when we first met and I kept thinking about how perfectly suited you are for the role. You were very friendly and made such an effort to include everyone in the event even when I was Idia-ing in the corner. To this day, you continue to spontaneously introduce me to new people 😂 Thanks for getting me put of my comfort zone. Ro, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this. Small world! You’re learning and improving the big events. Here’s hoping to many more!

Vic — For being Ace Trappola when very few others would. It’s refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. I wish I could be as bold and as honest as you are sometimes. You have such a big heart when it comes to the characters you love; it makes me want to adore them like you do too 🫶

Kana — For being so sweet and patient. You helped me through so many rough patches and have also contributed a lot to the look of the blog. It’s so fun gushing with you about magical girls and pretty boys, sharing our favorite shows and movies… I feel as though I’ve made a lifelong friend.

Zari — Thank you for charms and art book, big fan of your stuff 😭 So honored to have worked with you on projects too. I hope to see a lot more of your Yuu and other OCs around, I love following them ^^

Lala — You understand, encourage, and validate my weird tastes in fictional men 💕 Really admire your sense of fashion and stylish nails too. Whenever I have my shrimp apron on, I think of you.

Arisu — No longer in the Twst fandom but integral in the earliest days. Wherever you are now, I wish you nothing but happiness.

P-san — You’re a lifesaver!! Thank you so much for helping me find cute little outfits and accessories for my plushies… They are forever grateful to be properly clothed.

V, Fa, Fe, Ray, Rea, Sonny, Glimmer Group, and Incognito Crew — Thanks for being so supportive of my hyperfixation on Disney villain anime boys, even if you guys have NO clue what I’m rambling about half of the time. To V specifically 🫵 I am NOT a cat boy kisser

Mango — I didn’t know I wanted you in my life until you showed up uninvited one day and chewed your way into my heart.

Azul Ashengrotto — For being the character that first convinced me into giving this game a shot. The Little Mermaid was something I always held so dear to me, so it almost seems like destiny that you’d be the one to drag me down into Twst. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that, even if my feelings have changed since then.

Rook Hunt — For being there when I needed to laugh a little. It’s scary to glance over my shoulder sometimes, but you make it easier to smile as I look back.

Rollo Flamme — For letting me know that having negative feelings is normal and human, even if we don’t always cope with them in the healthiest of ways. Let’s reflect and be better together!

Leona Kingscholar — For showing me that change and personal growth is, in fact, possible. Th-This doesn’t mean I like you or anything though, so get off your high horse—

Jade Leech — For taking my hand and guiding me back on the path when I got lost in the dark. Whatever crimes you may commit in your free time, I forgive you/j

Miss Raven Crowley — The little black bird who could, the blog muse. I made you on a whim and look at where you are now… You went from a background character to the main character of your own story. So proud of you, my child 😭

Asset compilers, fan artists, fanfic writers, fan translators, cosplayers, merch makers, editors, plushie pic takers, video essayists, theorizers, etc. — You’re all so important to keeping the fandom alive, especially during periods of official content drought. It wouldn’t be feasible for me to list out all of the content creators I enjoy (chjsbsksks and it honestly might be awkward since I haven’t directly interacted with most of them), but I hope that this message still reaches you and finds you well. Keep doing your thing; I love seeing the work you put out ^^

Anyone and everyone that I’ve ever commissioned and/or received fan works from — I appreciate that you took time and energy out of your day to create something for me. There’s so much talent in the Twst fandom and I’m honored that you would dedicate some of that to a silly little birb.

You, the Readers — For supporting this blog and and what I do here! You’re an important part of my journey too.

Thank you!! Here’s to a future unknown and a page unwritten.

- The Writing Raven

[missmadella]

Silents at Sunrise (Bonten x Reader)

Summary: You ran. Not because you stopped loving them — but because you needed to remind them what your love was truly worth. In another country, on a sunlit beach with a quiet breakfast and salty breeze, you reclaimed your voice. When they showed up, expecting to fix things with a few soft words, you made it clear: love, especially yours, can’t be mishandled and smoothed over. You didn’t let them speak. You didn’t need to. Even so, they didn’t leave.

Words: 9227

Warnings: Reader booked a one-way flight to ✨Peace & Boundaries✨, High-level sass and lethal side-eyes

The ocean stretches endlessly before you, a canvas of soft blues and morning gold. Warm sand cradles your bare feet as you sit at the edge of a beachside café, the linen cushion beneath you warmed by the rising sun. A gentle breeze brushes against your skin, tangling with your hair as you take another sip of strong, bitter coffee.

The croissant is buttery and fresh, flaking beneath your knife in perfect layers. Strawberries glisten like jewels beside your plate, and for once, no one is talking over your silence. No one is demanding anything. Just you, your breakfast, and a view untouched by chaos.

And then you feel them before you see them.

Shadows stretch across the table. Heavy footsteps halt. The air shifts. You don’t need to look up to know who it is.

He pulls the chair out slowly, settling in across from you like he owns the damn coastline. Mikey says nothing at first — he just watches you, the same unreadable look in his eyes that used to make your heart stutter. Not anymore.

“You can’t just disappear like that,” he says finally.

You don’t look at him. Not yet. You cut another bite of croissant, bring it to your mouth, and chew slowly. You’re deliberate — and in your silence, you feel their tension coil tighter.

“I can,” you say. “And I did.”

Ran’s voice cuts in from behind Mikey, sharp with disbelief. “You didn’t even tell us where you were going—”

You lift one hand without looking. Just a small, effortless motion. The effect is instant. Silence.

“This is how you deal with problems?” you murmur, eyes still on your plate. “You act like you didn’t do anything wrong, show up unannounced, then try to guilt me into coming back?”

Mikey stiffens across from you. “We were worried.”

“No. You were angry that you didn’t know where I was,” you snap, your tone still calm but now cutting with precision. “There’s a difference.”

“We were trying to protect you,” Sanzu chimes in from behind Mikey, voice low, arms crossed, face unreadable.

You finally lift your gaze. Meet Mikey’s eyes, and then glance at the others standing just out of reach. “Protect me from what, exactly? Independence? Privacy? Making my own goddamn decisions?”

“You could’ve been hurt,” Mikey mutters.

“I was hurt,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “I was hurt when I realized every conversation had become a negotiation. That my opinions were being managed. That I had to fight to be heard over the sound of your power.”

He says nothing.

You pick up a strawberry, take a slow bite, and let the silence stretch.

“You forget that I’m not just Bonten’s girl,” you say, voice lower now, quieter. “I’m me. And if you think loyalty means silence, then you’ve forgotten who I am.”

Mikey leans forward slightly, hands gripping the edge of the table. “You could’ve just told me how you felt.”

You laugh — a short, humorless sound. “I did. Again. And again. You only hear me when I disappear.”

You glance at the ocean, as if considering how easy it would be to disappear again.

“I’m not some asset,” you say. “I’m not your kept girl. You want me there? You earn it. You respect it. You listen. Or I keep choosing peace without you.”

Mikey says nothing. The others stay still, quiet like the tide.

You return to your breakfast. The sun’s a little higher now, the air a little warmer. You’ve said all you needed.

Whether they stay or not — that’s up to them.

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Mikey still sits there, silent, his jaw ticking. He looks like he wants to speak again, but you raise your hand slowly — knife in one, croissant in the other — and tilt your head.

“I said no talking, remember?” you say, voice syrupy sweet. “I’m having a very important conversation with my food right now. And unlike you, it doesn’t gaslight me.”

You go back to cutting the croissant. The layers flake apart perfectly, still warm in the center. Every bite tastes better with them watching helplessly.

Behind Mikey, Sanzu shifts his weight like he might step forward again, and you don’t even look this time.

“I swear to God, if you even breathe wrong, I’ll call hotel security and report you all for stalking.”

“We flew across the world for you,” Kokonoi mutters from the side, trying his luck.

“And I flew away from you,” you reply instantly, not even giving him the dignity of a glance. “Try to keep up.”

Mikey leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice low. “You really think silence fixes this?”

“No,” you say, eyes locked with his. “But it’s the only thing that gets through to you people.”

He looks like he’s about to interrupt again. You hold up one perfectly manicured finger.

“You’re not used to being told to shut up. I get it. But right now? You don’t get to explain. You don’t get to spin. You don’t get to turn this into some tragic mafia love story where you were just doing what’s best for me.” You tilt your head. “You get to listen. Or you get to leave.”

Ran lets out a breath, clearly irritated. “You could’ve at least—”

You slam your coffee cup down with just enough force to make him flinch. The café goes quiet. A waiter stares from the patio with wide eyes. You don’t care.

“Do not test me, Ran,” you say, voice low and sharp. “If I wanted to hear excuses, I would’ve stayed in Tokyo and let you all talk circles around me like usual.”

He backs off.

You sigh and lean back in your chair, basking in the sun like nothing just happened. “You want to make it up to me? You shut up. You sit there. You let me eat my overpriced beachfront breakfast in peace, and maybe — maybe — when I’m done, I’ll tell you what happens next.”

Mikey’s silent now. Smart enough not to challenge you further. His hands are clenched, but he nods — barely. The others shift uncomfortably behind him, watching you like you’re a storm they didn’t see coming.

You butter another slice of toast. Strawberry jam. The good kind.

For once, the table is quiet on your terms.

And damn, doesn’t that feel good?

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You place your napkin gently on the table and rise with a stretch, spine arching just enough to make Sanzu forget how to breathe for a second.

“Well,” you say, slipping on your sunglasses. “Since none of you came with an apology or even a single mimosa, I’m going to do what I came here to do — enjoy myself.”

Mikey’s eyes flicker upward, tracking your every move. “You’re leaving?” he asks quietly, like he still hasn’t fully processed that you’re not his to command right now.

You glance down at him from behind your dark lenses. “I already left,” you say. “You’re just late to the realization.”

Then you turn and start walking down the wooden path toward the lounge chairs lining the shore. Your sarong flutters behind you in the breeze, your skin glowing under the morning sun, every step radiating power that has nothing to do with violence — and everything to do with knowing your worth.

They stay at the table, watching. None of them dare follow.

“She's really not playing around this time,” Kakucho says finally, breaking the silence.

“No,” Mikey mutters, staring after you, jaw tight. “She’s not.”

Sanzu whistles low. “She’s got us by the throat and she knows it.”

Ran leans back against the railing with a smirk. “Woman disappears for two days and suddenly I’m re-evaluating my whole damn personality.”

“She looks good pissed off,” Rindou mutters, arms crossed. “Like. Dangerous good.”

“Hot,” Sanzu corrects, nodding solemnly. “She’s hot when she’s mad. I’m not even into being yelled at and I’d say thank you.”

Mikey doesn’t speak. His eyes are still fixed on you — the way you recline into the lounge chair, the way you toss your hair over one shoulder, the way you ignore them like they’re just background noise now. Like they’re the ones trying to impress you.

And for the first time in a long time, that’s exactly how it is.

She’s the only one who could’ve done this to us, Mikey thinks. The only one who could walk away from this table without a single word of regret and still have us chasing.

You close your eyes under the sun, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips.

Let them talk.

Let them stew.

You’re on vacation — and you look damn good doing it.

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The sun kisses your skin as you lean back into the lounge chair, the world blissfully distant behind your oversized sunglasses. You’ve kicked off your sandals, stretched out like royalty, and the sound of the waves is far more interesting than anything they could possibly say.

You order a drink from a waiter with a smile — something citrusy and cold. You’re already planning your next massage.

Back at the café, they’re still lingering, completely thrown off their axis.

“She didn’t even look back,” Sanzu mutters, watching you like you’re some divine punishment sent to remind them of their place. “She just… dismissed us.”

“Yeah,” Ran says, arms folded, jaw clenched. “Didn’t even blink. And now she’s sunbathing like she didn’t just drag the whole top of Tokyo’s underworld through the dirt.”

“She’s making us wait,” Rindou says, voice a little awed, a little bitter. “Like we’re the ones who have to prove something.”

“Maybe we do,” Kokonoi murmurs. “Not that we’re doing a great job of it.”

Mikey doesn’t say a word. He’s sitting exactly where you left him, hands loosely clasped in front of him, eyes glued to the shore. His face is unreadable — but his silence screams louder than any of them.

You cross one leg over the other, adjusting your chair just enough to angle yourself toward the sun. Your drink arrives, frosty and perfect. You take a slow sip, lips wrapping around the straw with lazy confidence, and let your eyes flutter closed.

You know they’re watching.

And you want them to.

Because for once, they’re feeling what you felt every time they shut you down. Powerless. Pushed aside. Left waiting.

Good.

Let them sweat under all that designer fabric while you soak in luxury. Let them whisper and argue and overthink everything you said while you relax so fully it’s offensive. Let them wonder when — if — you’ll decide to speak to them again.

Because right now?

You’re not chasing. You’re not begging. You’re the storm after the silence.

And they’ve never looked so lost.

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The sun is high now, golden and heavy on your skin, and you’re basking in it like you’ve never been burned. Your drink sits half-finished on the table beside you, condensation sliding down the glass as you stretch your arms overhead in a slow, luxurious motion.

They’re still watching. You know they are. You haven’t spared them a glance — haven’t needed to. They haven’t earned one yet.

And then he appears.

Some guy, tall and shirtless, tan like he lives in the water, wandering too close to your chair. He’s got a cocky grin and a tourist’s confidence — the kind of man who assumes every woman in a bikini is just waiting for him to say hi.

He pauses at the foot of your chair, blocking your sun. Big mistake.

“Hey,” he says, flashing his teeth. “You here alone?”

Without removing your sunglasses or even bothering to look at him, you say one word — flat, final, and dripping with the kind of cold that could shatter glass:

“No. Move.”

The guy blinks, startled. “Oh. I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” you interrupt, voice lazy and lethal. “I don’t need company, I don’t want conversation, and you’re in my sun. Five seconds.”

He hesitates.

You slowly lower your sunglasses just enough to look at him over the lenses — and the look you give him? Pure execution. He backs off like you just pulled a knife.

Smart boy.

From the café, Bonten is silent.

Sanzu nearly chokes on his own spit. “Did she just—”

“She didn’t even flinch,” Rindou says, grinning. “That guy walked up like he had a shot and she shut him down like it was muscle memory.”

“She’s still mad at us,” Ran mutters, “but she hasn’t even looked at another man.”

“She didn’t even consider it,” Kokonoi adds, shaking his head. “That’s loyalty. Cold-blooded.”

Kakucho watches you as you settle back into your chair, totally unfazed, sipping your drink like nothing happened. “That’s love,” he says simply. “Even now.”

Mikey doesn’t say anything — but something shifts in his expression. That unreadable mask cracks just slightly, revealing something fierce and desperate underneath. Regret, maybe. Admiration, definitely. That pull you’ve always had on him, sharper now that you’ve stepped fully into your own gravity.

“She doesn’t need us,” he murmurs, more to himself than to them. “And that’s why we need her.”

You, meanwhile, close your eyes again. The sun returns to your skin. The silence behind you deepens.

You know they saw it.

And that’s all the answer they need.

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Back at the café, the silence is suffocating.

None of them say it, but they all feel it — that twist in their gut when the random guy walked up to you like you were just another beach girl, and the way you dismissed him like he didn’t even exist.

No hesitation. No flirty grin. No petty revenge.

Just no. Move.

“She’s loyal,” Ran mutters, almost to himself, jaw clenched. “Even now.”

“Too loyal,” Rindou says. “And we still fucked it up.”

Kokonoi lets out a quiet sigh and stares down at the untouched espresso in front of him. “She was waiting for one of us to do something. Not say something — do something. We gave her silence, so she gave it right back. But sharper.”

“Now she’s just… done,” Sanzu says, shaking his head. “And the worst part? She still loves us. That’s what’s killing me.”

“She’s not even trying to hurt us,” Kakucho says. “That’s how you know.”

Across the beach, you haven’t moved much. Still stretched out on the chair like a damn goddess, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers lazily scrolling through your phone. But they can feel it — the way your presence wraps around them even from ten feet away. The way they’re not the center of your universe anymore.

And that is what's finally breaking them.

Mikey stands slowly, eyes locked on you. His shadow falls across the table as he speaks, quiet but firm.

“No more waiting.”

The others look up.

“She left because we treated her like a problem we needed to manage,” he says. “And she stayed gone because she needed to prove she never was.”

He glances at the rest of them.

“We’re not leaving this beach until we make it right. Not explain it. Not excuse it. Earn it.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Kokonoi nods.

“Fine,” Ran says, standing. “Let’s be men about it for once.”

Sanzu mutters, “We’re gonna get roasted,” but follows anyway.

They approach you like men approaching a battlefield — cautious, reverent, full of tension. You don’t even look up.

But you feel them.

Mikey steps forward first. The others hang back, giving space. He clears his throat.

“I know you said no talking,” he starts. “And you had every right.”

You shift just slightly, resting your cheek on your hand, brows raised behind your sunglasses.

“But we’re not here to talk,” Mikey continues. “We’re here to show you something.”

You say nothing.

He pulls something from his pocket — your favorite snack from that tiny shop in Tokyo you thought no one remembered. He places it gently on the table next to your drink, like an offering.

Ran steps up next with a rolled-up towel and a book you were reading before you left — bookmarked at the exact page. “Didn’t want you getting sand in the spine,” he says quietly, then steps back.

One by one, they come forward — not with apologies, but with actions. Quiet, intentional. Thoughtful.

Rindou leaves a note with nothing but “I hear you.”

Kokonoi places a small box — a replacement for the bracelet you left behind, custom-engraved with your initials.

Kakucho doesn’t say a word. Just bows his head before stepping back.

And finally, Sanzu. He hesitates, then places a cold can of your favorite drink beside the rest.

“I’ll shut up now,” he mutters. “For real this time.”

You finally shift, reaching for the can. You pop it open, take a sip, and let out a long, exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.

Then you lean back, completely silent — letting them wait again.

But this time?

Their waiting feels a little more like hope.

You let the silence linger like perfume. Not rushed. Not awkward. Just long enough to remind them that nothing here moves unless you say so.

The ocean waves crash softly in the distance. Gulls call overhead. And behind your sunglasses, your eyes scan each offering they left at your side.

The snack. The book. The bracelet. The drink. All memories. All apologies in disguise.

You don’t smile. But you don’t send them away either. And that—that—is the first mercy they’ve earned.

You set your drink down. Take off your sunglasses slowly and rest them beside the untouched food.

Then you speak.

“I didn’t run because I was scared.”

Your voice is calm, cutting through the air like silk over glass.

“I ran because I needed to leave something behind. And I wanted to see if any of you would bother chasing something you couldn’t control.”

They’re dead silent. You don’t look at them yet. You keep your gaze on the horizon.

“You love me when I’m useful. When I’m loyal. When I keep quiet while the world burns behind you.” You pause. “But I’m not a trophy. I’m not a secret you lock behind your power plays.”

You finally turn your head, eyes sharp, slow, unshakable as you meet theirs one by one.

“If you want me back, you don’t get to keep me.” Another pause. “You have to deserve me.”

The words hang heavy in the air.

Mikey’s gaze stays locked with yours, unreadable, but something cracks in his eyes. A flicker of the boy beneath the boss. The one who never had to earn anyone before.

Ran lets out a shaky breath, almost like relief. The rest stand still, stunned, reverent.

You sit up fully now, every movement fluid and deliberate, like you’re unfolding into your full height again — not just physically, but emotionally. Spiritually.

You slide the bracelet onto your wrist. It clicks into place. You look at it like it’s the final piece of something unfinished — then glance up.

“Now,” you say, rising from your chair with grace that feels royal, “let’s see what any of you actually plan to do.”

And just like that, you walk past them — barefoot, golden in the sun, unbothered — leaving them in your shadow once more.

But this time?

They follow.

Not as men chasing ownership. But as men chasing redemption.

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You walk slowly, letting the warmth of the sand seep between your toes, the rhythm of the waves soothing in the background. Every step you take feels like it’s moving farther away from everything that used to weigh you down. But they follow, their footsteps a little more hesitant now.

Mikey doesn’t speak, but you can feel the weight of his gaze on your back. It burns, but it doesn’t suffocate. It’s different this time — no demands, no ego behind it. Just the raw reality of someone who knows he’s made a mistake and isn’t sure where to begin fixing it.

You hear footsteps behind you. Closer. Not desperate, but intentional.

It’s Mikey who catches up first. His voice is quieter than usual. “You’re right,” he says simply, hands in his pockets. “I took you for granted.”

You don’t stop walking. But you don’t dismiss him either.

“Did you think I was just gonna wait around for you to decide I mattered?” You don’t turn to look at him, but your words pierce the space between you. “I’m not your option, Mikey. I’m mine.”

He falls in step with you, but his silence is not one of resistance — it’s a submission, a quiet realization that he has to earn this. And right now, he’s not even close.

Ran steps up next, a little more tentative than Mikey but with a sense of purpose in his stride. He doesn’t meet your eyes but speaks clearly, almost as if he’s trying to get it right for once.

“You were right to leave,” he says, voice rough. “We were never treating you the way you deserved. And it’s on us to fix it.”

You keep walking, but you nod slightly. It’s not a forgiven, but it’s the first step. And for them? It’s huge.

Sanzu is next. He comes up with that usual cocky swagger, but today there’s no smirk. No quick remark. Just a quiet apology hanging in the air between you.

“I’ve been a dick to you. I know that,” he says, looking you in the eyes for the first time today, something a little softer behind his usual bravado. “I let everything get in the way of showing you respect. I won’t do that again.”

You nod slowly but don’t respond. He watches you, waiting for some kind of sign. But you’re silent — letting him sit with the words he’s just spoken.

Rindou and Kakucho follow, each of them carrying a weight of their own.

Kakucho, with a measured tone, says, “We’re not perfect. You’re not perfect. But we can be better.”

Rindou, standing off to the side, crosses his arms but adds in a rare moment of honesty, “I can’t stand losing something I know I need. Not again.”

You stop walking, the others halting behind you, waiting. You let the words sink in for a moment, letting them stew in their own realizations.

Finally, you turn to face them — slowly, powerfully. You don’t say anything at first, letting your gaze sweep over all of them. They stand in a semi-circle now, the tension palpable, but there’s something new in the air.

There’s no game left. They’re not begging, not pleading. They’re showing you that they get it.

Your lips curl into a small, knowing smile.

“You’ve started to understand,” you say, voice calm but final. “But this isn’t something I hand out. If you want me back… you’ll have to prove it — every day.”

They all nod, understanding the weight of your words, knowing that they’ve only just begun.

And with that, you turn away from them, the sun glistening off the water as you take your next step toward the horizon.

This time, they don’t hesitate. They follow.

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You lead them toward a quiet part of the beach, far enough from the crowds to feel like you're in your own world. You stop by a small, shaded area with a few beach chairs and a hammock strung between two palms. You slide into one of the chairs with a grace that feels like a challenge to them. They stand a few feet away, unsure of how to proceed, but you can feel the weight of their gazes.

Mikey takes a deep breath, a shift in his posture as he steps forward. He’s the first one to speak this time — no excuses, no hesitation.

“I know we’re not getting it all back in one go,” he says, voice steady, “but we’re not backing down either.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, weathered notebook, the pages worn from use. “This,” he says, “is the list of things I’ve been meaning to get you. Not just stuff, but real things. The kind of things that actually matter.”

He drops the book on the table in front of you, and for the first time today, his eyes are vulnerable — laid bare. “I don’t want you to think I’m just throwing money at this. This is me... trying to show you I’ve been paying attention.”

You glance at the notebook, then up at him. Your expression is unreadable, but inside, you’re impressed by the thoughtfulness of his gesture.

You turn the pages of the notebook slowly. Each entry is personal — things he’s noticed about you. The tiny details he’s cataloged over time. Favorite foods, songs, things you’ve mentioned on random days. There’s no grand gesture, no superficial promise. Just a man trying to learn you again.

He stands there, waiting for your response.

You finally look up at him, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you give him a real, genuine smile. Not too big. Just a soft one. A rare gift.

“You’ve got a lot to make up for, Mikey,” you say. “But this? This is a start.”

He nods, a small but real grin tugging at his lips.

Then it’s Ran’s turn. He steps forward with a different kind of approach — no words this time, just action. Without a word, he kneels down in front of you, pulling something from his jacket pocket. A small, sleek bottle of sunscreen. The kind you know he picked out because he’s remembered how you always complain about burning too easily.

He starts applying it to your shoulders carefully, the gesture intimate but considerate. There’s no rushing, no joking, just him, doing something practical for you. A quiet service that speaks volumes more than any grandiose speech could.

“You never asked me to do this,” he says quietly, voice low but earnest. “But I can see now how I should’ve been paying attention to what you really needed.”

You let him work, and when he finishes, you nod. “I don’t need much,” you say softly. “Just consistency. And care. The rest is easy.”

Next, it’s Sanzu. He’s quiet as he approaches, but there’s a determination in his step. He doesn’t come with an apology or a reason. Instead, he sets a simple beach bag in front of you. You glance inside, and the sight makes you pause for a moment — inside are all the small things that have always made you smile. A book you’ve been wanting to read for months, your favorite kind of chips, a towel with your initials embroidered on it, and a bottle of cold water.

Nothing too flashy. Just practical. Just what you actually wanted.

“I know I’ve been an ass,” he says, his voice soft but unwavering. “But I’ll keep doing things like this. Small things. The things that make a difference. If you’ll let me.”

Your eyes soften. This is the first time you’ve seen sincerity from him without it being tainted by sarcasm or showmanship. You nod slowly, taking the bag. “It’s the little things,” you say, “that add up.”

Kokonoi is next. His approach is a bit different, but it’s clear he’s thought this through. He walks over with a camera — the same one you’ve been eyeing for a while, the one you’ve mentioned a few times wanting to start a project with.

“Not everyone understands the value of a moment,” he says, setting it in front of you, “but I get that this—this—is your time. I want to make sure I respect that.”

You’re silent for a moment, taking the camera into your hands. You look through it, the weight of it feeling natural in your grasp. “You’re giving me more than just a gift,” you say quietly. “You’re giving me my space back. Thank you.”

Rindou steps forward last, his movements almost apologetic. He’s holding a fresh, cold juice in his hand — something exotic, something you’ve always enjoyed on lazy afternoons. He hands it to you without a word, his expression sincere, and waits for you to take it.

You take the drink, savoring the flavor, and then look up at him. “You’re the only one who hasn’t said much,” you remark, eyeing him curiously.

He shrugs, a rare vulnerability in his gaze. “I’m not good with words. I just wanted to show you that I can be there. No drama, no games. Just… me, when you need me.”

You nod, feeling a warmth you can’t quite ignore. “Sometimes, Rindou, that’s the best thing anyone can do.”

Kakucho, who has been standing quietly off to the side, steps forward last. His hand is outstretched, a single flower, a simple gesture — a reminder of that moment you spent in a field of wildflowers together months ago. You smile slightly, accepting it, letting the flower rest between your fingers.

He doesn’t speak. But his eyes say it all.

“I see you,” he says without a single word.

You take a moment, letting everything sink in. Each action, each thoughtfulness. Every effort they made to prove they understand what it really takes to be with you, not just near you.

You take a deep breath and stand up, your presence commanding but calm. The world feels different now.

"You’ve started proving yourselves," you say softly, "But this isn’t over. If you want me to stay? Keep showing me. Every day. Not with grand gestures, but with real moments."

They nod, one by one — solemn, determined, humbled.

And this time? They’re ready.

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The next few days are quiet, but there’s a shift in the air. Every one of them makes good on their promises, each one paying attention to the smallest things — the things that matter most.

Mikey keeps the notebook updated, pulling out little gifts or reminders that show he’s been paying attention. Ran spends time with you in the mornings, doing small tasks, making sure you’re comfortable before you even ask. Sanzu, who used to be a whirlwind of chaos, now brings you coffee with a calm smile, nothing else needed but his presence.

Rindou, who was always too busy for the little things, now sends you random messages, checking in with things he knows will make you laugh or feel appreciated. Kokonoi, ever the sharp businessman, now brings you little surprises, things that show he’s not just trying to keep you happy — he’s trying to understand you. Kakucho… he’s been steady. A quiet force, but in a way that makes you realize he’s always been there, always watching, waiting for the right moment to step up.

They’re not perfect. They still have their flaws. But now, they’re making the effort, every single day.

And you? You’ve watched them. Let them prove themselves. But one thing has been nagging at you, like a question you couldn’t quite shake off.

You stand on the edge of the beach one afternoon, the setting sun painting everything in gold, the waves crashing quietly beneath you. It’s been a few weeks now, and the quiet tension you’d been holding onto has slowly dissolved. They’ve been patient, they’ve been kind, and for once, they’re showing up — not for themselves, but for you.

You feel their presence behind you. You don’t need to look to know they’re there. Mikey’s there first, as usual, his hands in his pockets, a silent understanding between you two. He knows what’s coming.

“So, what now?” Mikey asks quietly. His voice has lost that usual bravado, replaced by something deeper, something more real. “Are we… done?”

You finally turn to face him, the breeze picking up your hair, making it flutter in the wind like a living thing. Your eyes scan the group of men behind him. Each of them stands a little taller now, more grounded. Not begging, not pleading. Just waiting.

The words you’ve been holding in finally slip out, calm but powerful.

“You’ve shown me more than enough,” you say, voice carrying over the sound of the ocean. “But I’m not going back to Tokyo just to sit around. I’m going back to take control — of everything.”

There’s a collective breath held behind you.

“I’m not here to fall into the same routine,” you continue, stepping toward them with purpose. “I’m not here to be anyone’s comfort zone anymore. If you want me in Tokyo, you’ll have to meet me where I am — not where you want me to be. And if you really want to keep me? You’ll keep showing up. Every damn day.”

Mikey’s gaze softens. He nods once, the weight of your words sinking in. “We’ll follow your lead.”

You glance around at them, each man waiting, but with a flicker of something new in their eyes — respect, commitment, and a quiet understanding of what you’re offering.

“Then get your shit together,” you say, voice sharp but calm. “Because I’m coming back to Tokyo. But I’m not coming back to the same old bullshit.”

You turn your back on them, feeling their eyes on you, and begin walking toward the place you’d stayed. A small smile curls on your lips. For the first time, you feel the true power of your decision.

You hear footsteps behind you, steady and unwavering. They’re following, not out of desperation, but because they know. They’ve finally earned this.

And when you board the plane back to Tokyo, the weight of the moment is heavy with promise. You’ve never felt more in control of your own life. And this time, it’s not about playing games. It’s about holding your ground.

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You step up to the check-in counter, your heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. The attendant looks up from their screen, clearly taken aback by your presence — and the group of men who are standing just a few feet behind you, trying their best to look casual, though their protective stances are anything but.

You flash a polite, almost regal smile at the attendant as you place your passport on the counter, your posture straight and graceful. Your demeanor is confident, poised, and effortlessly powerful.

"Good afternoon," you greet them, your voice smooth and calm. "I’d like to check in for my flight to Tokyo, please."

The attendant nods quickly, still processing the sheer energy you're giving off. You can see their gaze flicker over to your men, but you’re not bothered by it — not anymore.

The attendant starts typing into the system, but then pauses, clearly unsure of something. They glance at the group of men behind you, their faces a mixture of curiosity and mild apprehension. They lean in a little, trying to ask in a polite but uncertain tone, “Are these… your bodyguards, ma’am?”

You don’t even miss a beat. Your eyes lock onto the attendant’s, calm and collected, your smile soft but firm. “Oh, no,” you say, your voice laced with that touch of humor that catches them off guard. “They’re not my bodyguards. They’re actually my boyfriends.”

You let the words hang for a moment, watching their expression shift, their confusion clear as day.

“And,” you add with a slight raise of an eyebrow, “I plan on marrying them at some point. If they stop being absolute dicks.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence as the attendant blinks a few times, caught between trying to process the bombshell you just dropped and maintaining their professionalism. They quickly look down at your passport, clearly trying to regain their composure.

You, however, are completely unbothered. You casually adjust your sunglasses, giving the men behind you a quick glance. Mikey’s eyes are narrowed with a mixture of amusement and something softer, his lips curving into a small smile as he stands tall just behind you. Ran has an eyebrow raised, his lips twitching as though he’s trying to hold back laughter. Sanzu is smirking openly, and the others are just standing quietly, clearly enjoying the fact that you're taking charge of the situation.

The attendant, still trying to recover from your comment, finally nods stiffly. “Right, of course… Thank you, ma’am. Your check-in is all set. Have a pleasant flight.”

You take your boarding pass from them, giving a gracious nod. “Thank you.” You turn toward the group, smiling inwardly as the attendant remains speechless behind you, no longer sure what to make of the powerful woman standing in front of them.

You start to walk toward the security line, your men trailing behind you. Just as you reach the first security checkpoint, you can’t help but chuckle softly, more to yourself than anyone else.

“You see?” you murmur under your breath, eyes glancing over at Mikey. “I told you, I’m not just some woman you can control. I make my own rules.”

Mikey’s smirk deepens, and he steps closer to you, keeping his voice low. “Yeah, I get it. And I think we’re all starting to see just how amazing that is.”

Ran’s voice cuts in, teasing but with a hint of admiration. “You know, babe, if you weren’t so damn hot when you’re angry, I might actually be scared of you.”

You glance over your shoulder at the group of men following you, your eyes catching each one in turn. Their expressions are a mixture of respect and something more — a quiet acknowledgment that you’re the one calling the shots here. That’s exactly how you want it. They’ve learned, or at least begun to understand, that they are not the ones who define your strength. You do.

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The private jet hums with a quiet comfort as you step inside, the interior plush, the space wide and open. You feel the subtle difference between the airport hustle and the cocoon of luxury in here — it’s a world away from the chaos, and it’s your world, at least for now. The men trail in behind you, their usual postures slightly altered, as if they understand the weight of the words you just dropped at the check-in counter.

You take a seat by the large window, your sunglasses still perched on the edge of your nose, looking out over the fading light of the horizon. You let out a slow breath, finally feeling a little of the tension slip away now that the noise of the airport and the crowds are behind you.

Mikey takes the seat beside you, sliding into the plush leather like it’s a throne, his gaze flickering over to you, still as intense as ever. He doesn’t speak at first, letting the silence hang between you, his hand resting just a little too close to yours. You catch his eye briefly, and there’s something unspoken in that look — an apology, a promise, maybe both.

"How’s the view?" he asks quietly, breaking the silence, his voice lower than usual, as though he’s unsure of what kind of tone to strike after everything that happened.

You don’t immediately answer, your gaze still on the scenery outside the window. Instead, you reach for the small glass of champagne that’s been prepared for you. You take a slow sip, savoring the bubbles, feeling the weight of the moment settle.

“It’s fine,” you reply coolly, but there’s something in your tone that suggests you’re not just talking about the view anymore. You’re talking about all of them, all the shifts in dynamics, the changes that have taken place since you boarded this jet.

Ran, who’s been sitting a little farther away, leans in, the teasing grin never far from his lips. "You’re quiet. Not like you," he observes, his voice carrying a playful edge. "You sure you don’t miss the hustle of Tokyo already?”

You glance at him, your lips curling into a slight, knowing smile. "I miss nothing."

You feel the heat of Mikey’s gaze on you, and suddenly, he leans in close, the scent of his cologne filling your senses. His breath is warm against your skin, and for a moment, you forget about the distance you’ve kept between you and them. You forget about the anger, the frustration, and the pain — at least, for just a moment.

“Don’t lie,” Mikey murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly against your leg, tracing a slow line up your calf. "You missed us. Even a little."

You let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, finally turning your head toward him. His face is close, his lips just a breath away from yours. The tension that had been building, quiet and persistent, finally snaps, but this time, it’s not anger — it’s something deeper, something more intimate.

“You want me to miss you?” you ask, your voice low, teasing, but the heat in your eyes gives away more than your words.

Ran’s voice cuts in before Mikey can answer. “We know you do,” he says, leaning forward, his hand brushing against your other leg, a silent gesture of closeness, of reaching.

Rindou, from across the room, watches with an expression that mixes amusement with something softer. He doesn't say anything, but there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes — maybe it’s admiration, maybe it’s just acknowledgment of how much you’ve made them work for this moment.

But it’s Kokonoi who, for once, breaks the silence with something serious, his voice steady as he speaks without the usual edge. “We’re here because we want to prove it to you. Not just with words, but with actions.”

You look over at him, surprised by the genuine weight in his tone. He leans forward, eyes meeting yours directly, and you can feel the sincerity in the moment.

“We don’t take you for granted. Not anymore,” he adds.

There’s something about the honesty in his voice that makes you pause. For a split second, you wonder if maybe — just maybe — they’ve learned what it means to be real with you. Not just powerful, not just possessive, but vulnerable, in their own way.

You meet each of their eyes, one after the other, and for a brief moment, you let your walls down. Mikey’s hand brushes the back of your neck, his thumb stroking gently as he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s softer than the usual fiery passion between you. But the passion is still there, underneath it all, a reminder of the history you’ve shared.

Ran follows suit, his lips finding the curve of your jaw, tracing soft, lingering kisses as if he’s trying to make up for the distance between you. He whispers against your skin, his voice barely audible. "You have no idea how much we missed you."

The moment is sweet, slow, almost tender, and yet there’s an undeniable electricity in the air. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a promise — a promise that they’ll make up for the mistakes they’ve made. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let them.

Sanzu’s eyes are locked on you, watching, but not intruding. He knows what’s happening. He knows this is the moment you’ve been waiting for, and he doesn’t need to rush it. He’s content to watch, knowing that the power dynamics are shifting, that this is no longer just about you giving in. This is about them earning you.

Rindou, his gaze still steady, reaches over and takes your hand in his, his grip warm but gentle, a subtle reassurance that he’s not here to demand anything — just to be with you. “We’re here, babe,” he says quietly. “No more bullshit.”

And then, as if the room can’t hold any more of this quiet, powerful energy, Kakucho shifts a little closer to you, his touch soft but firm on your shoulder. "You don’t have to forgive us, but we’ll keep trying until you do."

You close your eyes for a second, letting the intensity of their words sink in. And for the first time, since all the chaos began, you feel like you can breathe. They might not be perfect, but they’ve finally started to understand. Maybe this is the beginning of something real.

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The jet begins its descent into Tokyo, and you find yourself standing near the window once more. The city lights below glimmer in the night, a beautiful contrast to the quiet introspection inside the plane. You’ve come full circle. You’ve taken your time away. You’ve made them wait — but now, as the city comes into view, you can feel the pull of home, the mix of emotions swirling in your chest.

Mikey approaches, standing next to you, his voice gentle as he speaks. “Are you ready to go back?” he asks, the question layered with something deeper, more personal than just about returning to Tokyo.

You smile softly, not answering immediately, but just taking in the scene below. When you turn to look at him, you can see the subtle softness in his eyes, the vulnerability that wasn’t there before. He’s waiting for something — not just your approval, but your forgiveness.

“I’m ready,” you say quietly. “But I want to see you all prove you’ve learned.”

Mikey takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “We will. I swear we will.”

The plane touches down, and as you stand to gather your things, you feel the men shift beside you, ready for what’s next. They know now — it’s not about just coming back to you, it’s about proving they’re worth the second chance.

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You’re back in Tokyo, and the city feels different — not because of the lights, the crowds, or the usual bustling energy, but because of the shift that’s taken place within the walls of the Bonten compound and within your own heart. The men have worked hard to prove themselves. Mikey, Ran, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Kakucho — each of them has been relentless in showing you that they can be more than their past mistakes, more than the tough, cold exteriors they’ve built around themselves.

But tonight, as you stand in the center of the penthouse, the city view sparkling beyond the windows, it’s clear that this moment is different. You’ve come to see them not as the men who once controlled every aspect of your life, but as the men who’ve been working tirelessly to earn a space in yours.

Mikey stands at the front, his posture straight and unyielding as usual, but there’s a softness to his expression — an understanding that wasn’t there before. The rest of them stand behind him, equally serious, eyes focused on you, waiting.

It’s quiet. No one speaks at first, as if they’re letting the weight of the moment settle between you all.

You finally break the silence, your voice steady and powerful. “I’ve been watching you. And I’ve been waiting.”

They all hold their breath, sensing that this is the moment that will either make or break everything.

“You’ve all done something I didn’t think was possible,” you continue, your gaze sweeping over each of them. “You’ve changed. Not for me. Not for anyone else. But for yourselves.”

The men look at each other, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation. They’ve been waiting for this acknowledgment, but they’re also waiting for the next step.

You walk forward, the sound of your heels on the polished floor echoing as you approach Mikey. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, but you can see the pulse of his heartbeat in the slight tremor of his hands, the way he watches you.

Without a word, you place a hand on his chest, just above his heart. The gesture is simple but significant. You can feel the warmth of his skin beneath your palm, the steady beat of his heart beneath the coolness of his suit.

“I didn’t think I’d ever say this,” you begin, your voice softer now, the hard edge replaced by something tender, “but I’m proud of you. All of you.”

Mikey’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you see a flicker of emotion that he quickly suppresses, as if he’s trying not to let the vulnerability overwhelm him.

Sanzu steps forward then, his usual cocky grin replaced by something more genuine. “You really mean that?”

You nod slowly. “I do. I know it’s not perfect, and I’m not going to just forget everything. But I’m willing to let you prove to me that you’re more than just the men you once were.”

Ran steps closer, his usual smugness gone, replaced by a quieter sincerity. “What do you need from us?”

You look at each of them — the men who’ve changed, and the ones who still have more to prove. But in this moment, you realize that they’ve already proven more than you ever thought possible. They’ve shown you loyalty, vulnerability, and a willingness to change — all things that, for so long, they had hidden beneath arrogance and power.

“I need you to keep doing what you’ve been doing,” you say, your voice steady and final. “I need you to keep showing me that you respect me, that you’re willing to keep growing. I need honesty — no more games. No more pretending.”

Kokonoi steps forward next, his voice quieter, but no less resolute. “We’re not playing anymore, babe. This is real. All of it. Us. You. We’ll prove it, every day, if that’s what it takes.”

You look at him, nodding slightly, before turning back to Mikey. Your gaze softens as you see the silent question in his eyes. It’s clear he’s been waiting for your final answer, the one that will solidify everything.

“I’ve seen what you can be. Now show me you can be it every day,” you say quietly, stepping closer to Mikey. Your voice is calm but commanding, the authority you’ve always held firmly in place. “I’m willing to give us a chance. But I need you all to prove that you deserve it.”

A silence settles between you all. The tension is thick, but it’s different this time — it’s not filled with doubt, but with the anticipation of something new.

Mikey steps closer to you, his gaze locked on yours. Without a word, he pulls you into a kiss, slow and deep, as if sealing everything with a promise. The kiss isn’t desperate. It’s not filled with the usual fiery intensity that once marked your relationship. It’s different. It’s steady. It’s filled with the quiet understanding that this is the beginning of something new.

When he pulls away, he’s breathing heavily, his forehead resting against yours. “We’ll prove it. I promise.”

You close your eyes for a moment, your hand resting gently on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The others gather closer, each of them offering a small, reassuring gesture — a hand on your shoulder, a soft touch on your arm, a kiss to your cheek.

And as you stand there, surrounded by the men who’ve finally shown you they’re worthy of your love, you realize something. You don’t need them to be perfect. You need them to keep growing, keep proving, and keep showing you that they can be the men you deserve.

“I’m here,” you whisper. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you stop proving it.”

With that, the tension in the room breaks, and the men — Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Kakucho — all lean in, offering their love, their promises, and their devotion. The journey isn’t over. But it’s a new chapter. One where they’re no longer just fighting to win your heart — they’re fighting to keep it.

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It’s a soft morning. The sun is just starting to peek through the curtains of the bedroom, casting a gentle, warm glow over everything. The city outside is waking up, but inside, there’s a calm that has settled over you and the Bonten men.

You’re lying in bed, curled up between Kokonoi and Mikey, the soft, steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you into a peaceful state. Kokonoi’s arm is draped around your waist, his thumb gently tracing circles against your skin, while Mikey’s hand is lightly resting on your back, his fingers occasionally brushing your hair.

There’s no urgency here, no rushing to get up and face the day. You’re all just content, basking in the closeness that’s finally been achieved after so much tension and emotional turmoil. It’s a new, comforting routine, where the simple act of being together feels like everything is right.

Kokonoi shifts slightly, pulling you closer into his side, and Mikey follows, kissing the top of your head. It’s tender and soft, the kind of affection that doesn’t need words but speaks volumes. They’ve both shown you their devotion in many ways, but now it’s moments like these — quiet, simple, shared — that matter the most.

As the day moves on, the usual Bonten business begins to call, but the atmosphere is different today. You’re sitting in one of the meetings, not as an observer, but as an equal, a partner. It’s not just business anymore. It’s a family. The men have been gradually including you in their daily operations, allowing you to feel like you truly belong.

You sit at the large conference table, a cup of coffee in hand, listening to the discussions. Every so often, Rindou will glance at you, offering a small smile or a reassuring touch on your hand. Mikey, who normally commands the room with his presence, is now more relaxed, making sure you’re comfortable as you listen and participate.

Ran occasionally leans over to whisper something funny in your ear, breaking the tension and making you smile. Even Sanzu, who’s often restless, keeps his focus on the conversation while still finding ways to involve you, making sure you’re engaged with the team’s ideas. Kakucho, ever the protector, sits by your side, his quiet presence grounding you.

Through it all, you feel a sense of belonging. It’s not just about business anymore. You’ve found a space here — not as an outsider, but as someone who is valued and respected. And you’ve come to realize that this, too, is a form of love. They’re showing you, in their own way, that you matter in everything they do, not just in moments of intimacy, but in the work they dedicate themselves to.

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Later in the afternoon, the business of the day is done, and the men gather in the living room. There’s no talk of work, no discussions about the next big move. Instead, it’s just you and them, unwinding together. The room is cozy, the soft hum of the television playing in the background as you’re nestled between Mikey and Sanzu on the couch, your head resting against Mikey’s chest.

Kokonoi is lounging in a chair nearby, his eyes soft as he watches you interact with the others, while Ran and Rindou are on the floor, playing a game on their phones with Kakucho sitting right behind him on the couch, looking over his shoulder.

The energy in the room is laid-back, and for the first time in a while, you feel like you can simply be. No demands, no tension — just the peace of being surrounded by the people who have become your family. Your hand gently rests on Mikey’s, and he twines his fingers with yours, squeezing it softly.

“This,” you whisper, eyes closed, “feels nice. Just... us. No pressure.”

Mikey kisses the top of your head, his arm pulling you in closer. “Yeah. I like this too,” he murmurs softly, voice low, as if savoring the moment. “We’ve come a long way.”

You can feel the truth in his words. The journey has been long, but here, in this room, with these men, you’ve finally found a place of peace and comfort.

[nathaslosthershit]

Teen Dad (OP81)

(Part 1 of the Blind Item Series) (Part 1 of the Teen Dad OP AU)

Summary: Rumors are flying about a young driver with kids

Seeing the rumor, and various other tweets commenting on the matter, first thing this morning was like getting a bucket of ice water dumped on him. Oscar immediately sat up, frightening his fiancée who was asleep next to him a moment before.

“What? What's wrong? Are you okay?” she asked, sitting up.

“Fuck this is not good.” He mumbled as he looked through more tweets. He knew he had minutes before his PR team started messaging him on how best to proceed. 

“Osc, you are really scaring me. What is going on?” His fiancée asked again. After 5 years together and two kids, she knew him well enough to know that Oscar isn’t easily woken up. While he usually wakes up early to train or help the kids, on days like today where he has the chance to sleep in, he will usually take it. But the amount of notifications he started getting were enough to get him to check his phone and once he saw the severity of the situation he was awake and alarmed. 

“A blind item about a ‘younger f1 driver with two kids he had as a teen’ just went up. No confirmation on who but it seems they have gotten it down to only a few of us. They don’t know yet but I am sure they will know soon.” 

He was grateful they hadn’t clocked in on him but Oscar was sure with a bit more time to dig people would put two and two together. He wasn’t ashamed of the fact that he was a teen dad, not anymore at least. When he was even more so an up and coming driver, he kept it hush because he was nervous being 18 with two kids would lead teams to reconsider where his priorities were, his family or his career. That wouldn’t have been crazy of them to do though, as important as racing was to Oscar, he would always pick his family first. Luckily, though, he had a great enough support system so he didn't have to choose. 

Most people in Oscar’s life knew. Any teams apart from Prema, Mclaren, and Alpine were none the wiser but why would they need to know? Not all drivers knew either, some who he had become closer to were let in on the secret, especially Logan, who had been there the entirety of his kids' lives. Annoyingly, at least in Oscar’s opinion, he has been titled ‘the cool uncle’ from day one. 

“What do we do?” his fiancée asked, snapping him out of his spiraling.

“I imagine it is up to my team to figure that one out. I’ll message them now. Get the kids ready and I’ll be done in time to help with breakfast.” He said as he got up.

After a long, pretty impromptu, call, it was decided Oscar would make a statement about it before it was revealed to be him. He wasn’t too happy about not getting to really do it on his own terms but this is the way it worked out, and hey, Oscar would be lying if he said he wasn’t already planning which race he was going to bring his kids to first.

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri This is of course not how I wanted to do this. I had hoped to have more time before I had to let the peace of privacy go but these things happen when you are in the spotlight. So yes, I am a father of two great kids and I have been since I was 18. I am not ashamed by the fact I was a teen dad, and am certainly not hiding my kids out of anything but love. I hadn’t realized I could truly love anything or anyone more than racing but then these two came into my life and I realized I would give it all up for them. Luckily, with the support of their mother (who is my fiancée) and my family, I didn’t have to give it up. My four person family means more to me than anything and I count my lucky stars each night that I have been blessed with them. I ask that you please respect our privacy. This isn’t the end of you seeing the Piastri twins but I, being the over protective father I am, am not ready to throw two 3 year olds into the chaos of the motorsport world just yet.

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Part 2: A Much Needed Interview out now!

[todaystarot]

What Will Your Future Child Love About You?

- a pick a card.

one two three

explanation.

I always see people say that there are many forms of love, not just romantic. Which, they are correct in. Yet, they still have a narrow view on it and refer to friendship as an example, or if they are big hearted their pet… Which is completely fine, I just felt a desire to create a pick a card that’s focused on love but none of those things. I never saw a pick a card with this topic before, neither on youtube or on tumblr. Could just be me though. Felt like making it anyway. If you don’t want children, that’s cool, I chose this topic because I would like to be a mother one day. This reading also applies to the first child you will have, or you know, the next one.

disclaimer.

Remember to take things with a grain of salt, and only take what resonates. Not because I don’t trust my skills, but because several people read pacs, what’s not meant for you could mean the world for someone else. Besides, this is for entertainment and the energy surrounding you or the overall situation could change any second. Life is unpredictable.

how to pick your pile.

There is always several ways to pick a pile, and sometimes maybe multiple call for us. You can pick the one that you can’t take your eyes off, even if there’s another picture you might find prettier. You can ask your guides to guide you in choosing a pile, or go with the old regular closing your eyes and picking whichever one your eyes land on. I usually do that too.

proof read?

Unfortunately no. Please know that I would never put anything in my PAC with harmful intentions towards you or anybody else.

one

You, my dear pile one will be so loved for so many reasons! It’s truly incredible. Even though you might not think that you will be an awesome parent - maybe now, maybe in the future -, trust me, your child will think otherwise! First of all, they will have this adoration towards you staying calm even in stressful situations and knowing how to handle things, how to take care of them and provide a solution and smooth things out. This is will make them feel safe next to you, and with time calm down as they see that you yourself are calm too. Of course, you wouldn’t always be calm, but you wouldn’t show even when you are scared so there is someone grounded in the situation that can take charge even if just on an emotional level. - I am saying this because your spouse will help you out when things are hard, not because you aren’t capable. -

Another thing here seems to be that you will respect their privacy and love life, as long as they are safe you will let them love safely and explore their interests as much as they need to in order to be happy. You let them be independent all while allowing them to rely on you and come to you when they need it. They know that this isn’t something everyone has, so they are all the more grateful to have someone like you as their parent. You are not invasive, you are not judgmental but so full of love, acceptance and understanding towards them. Maybe because you had a childhood where you weren’t happy, so you will do your best to give them everything good that you couldn’t get to have. Full of love, and they will remember it for the rest of their life.

📜 nine of swords, two of cups reversed, four of cups, page of swords reversed, queen of cups side ways, knight of swords side ways - facing the other way -, three of wands

confirmation.

high school musical , adele , nelly - dilemma , ‘i will love you till the day that I die , someone in this pile had to give up on their dream to be a singer/musical artist, hamilton, ‘vanessa open the door please’, ‘ (…)running out of time’ , 777 , city girl , virgo - do you have tummy issues? - , rihanna & eminem / asap rocky , pink nails but w a lot of charms , diverse pile

two

Alright, so I will be honest with you. Your next child will have some developmental issues, but not necessarily life threatening ones. - neither in a sense of d*ath or having trouble living on their own. they will just need a bit of help. - While asking your questions I stuttered a lot despite being calm, so I honestly think your child will have speech issues. Maybe potentially this could be genetic, or anything of the sort.. They will love you because even if you will have a hard time, where your mental health or emotional state will be tested you will never ever in your life will give them a hard time for whatever it is that they are struggling with. You will be loving, kind, gentle and patient with them. Instead of forcing them to learn in a pace which will stress them out you will be the one to learn how to understand what works best for them, and do that. They will really appreciate this. Honestly, regardless of whatever this issue is, I feel sorry because they have such a sensitive heart. Even if they shouldn’t, there is just some things they take to the heart and might feel like they are the problem even though they didn’t do anything. Such a pure child, the sort that’s very well behaved, kind to adults and friendly to their peers.. so these thoughts really could just come from overhearing and misinterpreting conversations or perhaps just overthinking. The funny thing is, I do think you would be their safe haven because they know you would never judge them no matter what heartbreak they are going through. It’s like they can’t imagine a life without you.

Now, I don’t mean to be an asshole or scare anyone unnecessarily. I am not a doctor and I will never be, but the ace of cups reversed here can represent miscarriages or pregnancy complications. So please if you are a woman look after your health. I don’t mean to scare you bc at the end of the day this is a collective general reading and we don’t know each other, but it’s always nice to look after your health regardless.

On a MUCH brighter note though, they will truly appreciate whenever you support their interests. They might be a book worm, so if this is something you two have in common they could happily share their interests with you! They will do it regardless, but your baby would get so excited if you show interest in them.

You will also stand next to them and support them no matter what they go through in life, let that be good or bad, which is something they will really appreciate.

📜 six of pentacles reversed, knight of pentacles, four of wands, ace of cups reversed, the heirophant, the high priestess, seven of pentacles

confirmation.

twilight , renesme , butterflies , cross necklace , bbc , orange hair and freckles - this is for someone who will have a little boy - , ocean green eyes , what was I made for - Billie Eilish , 5sos , ‘i bet on losing dogs’ , mother mary , flashing lights , genetic , obsession with beats / drums ? - not for the child, a reader in this pile -

three

Your child, will sometimes give you headaches.. but they will really love you. If you have ever seen modern family then they sort of remind me of Hailey in the earlier seasons. Bratty, picks fights, doesn’t always understand where her mom is coming from but sees all the hard work that she does and appreciates and loves her mother - both parents really - quite deeply. Not to say I am calling your child bratty, or a brat. That’s not where I am going with this, rather your guides pulled towards letting you know this first so you don’t misunderstand the rest of the reading.

They will, first of all, love that you will give them everything that you can. Y’all will be pretty well off. Not only will you guys be able to live comfortably but they will have a few unnecessary things that they don’t even need or probably forget about in a few years after getting it. They are not ungrateful, rather the opposite. They know this is a privilege, they don’t look down on those less fortunate than you guys, they are just grateful that they have a parent that cares about them so much they would give them everything they ask for, even if things aren’t always the brightest. You also, always, without any question get them out of any trouble or uncomfortable situation and defend them. Won’t matter if they are in the wrong or not, that’s your baby and you will stand by them!

They also love to travel with you! They enjoy your company a lot and to make memories, they always look forward to exploring the world with you. They might also follow you around like a little duckling, even if you only go to the store or to do some super boring errands. Honestly, your kid is an extrovert and super clingy. In a cute way though for sure.

Your dynamic with them reminds me of a tiktok I saw months back, where the teenage kid was piggy back riding the mom and she was annoyed as she recorded saying “look what I have to deal with”, but in reality she truly just appreciated the love. Such an easy going and regular pile, love that for y’all.

📜 nine of pentacles, seven of pentacles, the hermit reversed, knight of swords, four of wands, six of swords, three of wands

confirmation.

thrift shop - macklemore , old house in the balkans/europe in summer - ?? so specific, did you travel back to your home country in summer or planned to? - , moonlight , witch craft , snake , ‘i know a place we can escape ‘ , those fluffy slippers that are like plushies & soft pjs , airplanes , power wires , lime - & cheetos ?? -

[jamsterrr]

P1HARMONY . . . IMAGINES ⭑.ᐟ

P1HARMONY ,, on the perfect date.

( OT6 ) ‘ better together.

contains ‼️ : fluff , slight kissing , ass slapping ( let me know if i’m missing something )

a/n : lowkey didn’t realize how long these are 😟 ,, intak’s is my favorite 🥹‼️ I’m sorry for how bad some of these are 😭 I’ve had this for a couple of weeks and I’ve been trying to get them done, I’ll make up for it I promise 😖💙

link to my masterlist . . . !

KEEHO ‹𝟹 | 기호

The two of you decided to go to a concert, finding the right prices to your favorite artist, sure it was in the middle, but that didn’t matter. Having only been dating for 3 months, and with his strict schedule at times, it was hard to find time. But when he came back to your shared apartment together, the two of you knowing about the concert and the tickets, it was something you could pass up.

The two of you decided to were matching outfits. Going out shopping a couple days before. Drinking smoothies, eating what some would consider ‘ fair food ‘ , sharing kisses and joking. Just enjoying time together.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke as he looked at you, adjusting your skirt slightly, pulling it a little not down your legs. You looked back at him with a smile, checking out him as well, his toned arms, muscles flexed showing through the shirt. And he swore his body wasn’t up to par. “Thank you, the skirt really brings it all together don’t you think?” You asked, he nodded. His toothy smile appearing as he walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, the cold buckle of his belt hitting your stomach.

Keeho grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to yelp, looking at him as he pressed a slight passionate kiss to your lips, you couldn’t help but to return it and kiss back. Your hands gripping onto the males shoulders.

After a couple of minutes, you pulled away as well as him so the two of you could catch your breath. “What was that for?” You asked, he laughed and shook his head. “Just kissing my girlfriend.” The male placed a soft smack to your ass, pulling away and taking your hand. Noticing your red face, but who wouldn’t?

The male opened the car door for you as he got in, starting the car and driving to the venue where the two of you would be seeing the person in concert. During the car ride, the two of you jammed to songs, laughed and told jokes. Your love language. Even though Keeho put sung you, you enjoyed hearing his voice.

“I’m just saying, $25 for some parking is so stupid.” He said, eventually finding a parking spot as you laughed, shaking your head. “I guess it’s just a way for them to make money” you shrugged, finishing the rest of your makeup, applying lipstick. “We already paid damn near $2,000 for some tickets, what do they want from me.” He finished the sentence off with a laugh, parking and shutting off the car. Of course he had to wait for you but after, the two of you held hands, swinging them as you got into the line.

V.I.P 1.

As you waited in line, the two of you talked, him back hugging you and the two of you taking pictures of each other, asking an older lady to take photos of the both of you. It was sweet and wholesome. As well as some people recognizing Keeho, but were totally respectful about the two of your privacies.

The line started to make its way inside, swiping the tickets the two of you grabbing something to drink, perhaps for your vocal cords. Once the two of you made your way to your respected place. Your heart began to fill up with excitement. Seeing your second favorite singer in concert, or just going to concerts and places in general was just so fun.

Keeho held your hand, swaying in the crowd as the stadium began to fill up, some music videos playing before the lights turned off. You looked around and to the male. Seeing such excitement in the males eyes as it was in yours.

And when the concert started it was like a sense of bliss and euphoria. The amazing sounds of the singers voices. It all was truly amazing. You sing along, got sweaty, screamed your heart out, with the male beside you. Holding your hand so the two of you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds of fans. It was all truly something. Truly perfect. Once the concert was over, the two of you made your way out of the building, a big smile on your face. “Babe..?” You mumbled as you looked at him, the male stopped in his tracks, looking at you as he hummed.

“I’m cold..” you whispered, rubbing your arms as the wind blew past you. Keeho laughed and took off your jacket. “I told you to bring a jacket.” He started and you rolled your eyes playfully. “I told you, it was either my outfit or my comfort, and I *had* to pick my outfit, it’s so nice!” You laughed and gently shoved his shoulder as he took off his jacket, allowing you to put it on. You wrapped it carefully around your arms as the jacket basically swallowed you, warming up your body in an instant.

The male softly took your hand and led you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in himself. When the two of you were ready, you both left and headed back to your shared apartment.

The two of you changed your clothes into something comfortable. Fangirling and boying about the concert as you laid comfortably on his chest and his long thin fingers rubbed shapes alongside your arm. “Thank you for today babe..” you mumbled, your eyes falling heavy. He smiled and shook his head, his chest slowly rising and falling as his eyes were closed as well. “It’s no problem, I’m glad we got to do it.” He replied. Your soft breath hitting his neck slightly as you moved your head to that area, a small kiss on his neck before you mumbled the words.

“It was perfect.”

THEO ‹𝟹 | 테오

Fishing was truly not your thing. No matter how much you tried to get used to it. Especially since it was one of your boyfriend’s favorite hobbies and past times. You still weren’t thrilled with the idea of going, but you wanted to at least experience it with him. Once. At least.

“I promise, it’s not as gross as you think!” He said excitedly. You nodded and smiled, looking at him. Doing things he loved always excited him, especially since you two always did things you liked.

“Do I have to touch the worms?” You asked. “Not unless you want to” he smiled and parked at a place. “We have to walk down from here” the male said as you nodded. Once the car was turned off, the both of you got out as Theo grabbed everything you needed. You grabbed the poles and the two of you followed a trail down to the fishing spots. A slight place covered in bush and trees. The spot was shady so the two of you wouldn’t get baked alive in the sun.

You also hauled the cooler that kept your snacks and drinks inside of it before setting the cooler down near the two chairs that Theo unfolded. It was peaceful, it was only you two so you could have some peace and this could be the perfect date for the two of you.

Sitting on the chair, you leaned back as Theo took off the lid to the worms. “I heard these always work better to catch fish, hopefully we can catch something for dinner” he laughed. Your eyes being glued to the lid. “I don’t know.. about that. But maybe” you laughed and leaned over.

Even though you were disgusted, you were still slightly fascinated with it. You watched as Theo’s skillful hands maneuvered his way through the dirt in the small can, wrapping the worm around the hook and tossing it into the water, leaning it on something sturdy so he could help you, who currently had your line tangled.

He laughed at you, helping you with the line. “Want to touch the worm?” The male asked as you shook your head fast. Did you really want to? Maybe. Were you going to? No. “Never, can you do it please~” you gently jumped as you looked at the slimy things, dig into the dirt, poor insects.

Theo laughed and nodded, doing the same thing for you he did for him. You stood up and picked up the pole once it was ready, tossing it into the water, using the techniques the male taught you. And some of the videos you watched on YouTube.

The rest of the fishing trip went okay, Theo attempting to throw some worms on you. You catching a fish. “Let’s put it back!” You shouted with soft eyes. “But we can sell him, make money~” Theo pleaded as the fish flopped around in the bucket. You shook your head and pouted.

“But he probably has a family, please.” You said, grabbing into his arm, gently tugging it before Theo gave in and let you toss the fish back into the water.

After that, every fish that Theo caught, he made sure to calculate it, take a picture and toss it back into the water after he’d look at your soft eyes. “I’m never taking you with me again” the male joked as the both of you carried the things back to the car. Setting them in their correct places so nothing would tip over. Theo shut the trunk of the car and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes staring at you. “I’m glad you at least decided to come with me..” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

“Even though everything was gross, I had the time of my life..” you started, pressing a kiss to his lips back. “But next time, I’m picking the date.”

JIUNG ‹𝟹 | 지웅

"I have nothing to wear!" You shouted, leaning your head on the closet door, puffing your cheeks. Your boyfriend, putting lotion on his body after his shower. You were currently wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping slightly as you checked around. It wasn't like you *didn't* have anything to wear. But you truthfully did need new clothes. Jiung laughed, his smile being seen even in the back of your mind.

His towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked at you. "Babe, there are so many clothes there, you can find something" he laughed. You looked at him, a slight glare. "Says the one with the best clothes" you frowned, staring at your clothes. "All of these suck.. old, old, holes, old. I have nothing!" You shouted, a slight fit being thrown by you.

Jiung hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about we go shopping for you, get some food. That way we can have a nice day and you can get clothes out of it?" The male suggested as you turned around to look at him. Thinking, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Okay!" You shouted. He smiled and stood up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Get dressed so we can go" he spoke softly and you nodded. A smile on your face.

You loved shopping, especially with Jiung. By the evident look of your outfit, you loved his clothes. His style. Truthfully everything about him. You were both now walking into a favorite store of yours. Jiung set on finding you some new clothes. The fabric of his jacket clinging to you. Picking something out he thought you might like. A black jean jacket. You looked at it and smiled. "Oh, that's cute! It would go amazing with my black skirt" you mentioned and he nodded, very well accustomed to the skirt all a little too well.

You continued looking around the store. Finding jackets, t-shirts, hats and pants to please your mind and body. Jiung was carrying the bags. Looking around the store, finding a cute and sparkly 4 leaf clover. "Oh, this is cute.." the male said with a soft smile as you looked at the clover. "It would look so good on you" you smiled, gently taking it. "I'll buy it for you" you smiled and he nodded. "Thank you" he said with a soft mumble.  The two of you continued to look around the store for a while.

Finally checking out after the two of you found everything you could possibly get. Spending at least 3 months rent on clothes. You carried a few bags even though Jiung refused to let you, smiling softly. The two of you made your way to the food court in the mall, getting some food as the two of you sat down, your head resting on the males shoulder.

"Thank you for today, you're such a sweetheart" you said softly, a soft kiss being placed on your cheek. "It's okay baby, I enjoy spending the time with you, and spoiling you" the male said as you chuckled. And it was true. You were both spoiled in love and in presents.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of your food, smiling as you took a piece of his food, taking a bite. "Hey~!" He shouted slightly, chuckling before humming. Doing the same to you.

Going back to the apartment the two of you shared, going back and trying on your clothes. Jiung leaned back and watched you try on the clothes, giving small opinions, majority of them good.

You laughed as you gently grabbed one of his bucket hats, the black one. Making your way over to him as you sat in his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. You gently placed the pin into the center of the hat, putting it on the males head before placing a soft kiss on his nose and his lips. "There you go. Something lucky for my lucky boy.." you said softly.

He looked at you, his eye smile bright before he gently pulled out a small necklace. Something you must've not noticed. "And a perfect necklace for my perfect woman." He said. Your heart fluttering as you looked at him with only love. Your heart was full, and you loved it.

INTAK ‹𝟹 | 인탁

You could see the frustration on your boyfriend's face. How his eyes furrowed, his fist clenched the pencil in his hand. He was currently in his home office, soft music in the background playing.  He had to write a song, but for some reason he'd been staring at the paper for a while. Only a few words could be seen.

Why was he having such a hard time?

He didn't even notice you leaning on the door frame before he groaned causing a frustrated face wipe to his face, hoping to relax the tension.

You didn't know if it was a good time to go to him and try to help soothe his distraught-ness, or to wait until he noticed you. In thought, Intak had already spun his chair around. His eyes softening when he saw you, his arms gently opening as you walked to him, sitting on his lap as his hands wrapped securely around your waist to hold you there. "Sorry.. I didn't want to interrupt you.." you said softly as he shook your head, dismissing your words.

"You're fine honey, I can't even think of anything to write right now.. so I'd rather spend time with you" he spoke, looking up at you before his head laid on your chest, his breath hitting your open skin as you brought your hands up and rubbed the back of the males head. To him, the feeling of you just rubbing his head, holding him or even just hearing your voice was like 1,000 pounds being lifted off of his shoulder.

"How about, we go out and do something hon?"  He looked at you. "I need to write.." he mumbled and you gently shook your head. "You can't think of anything right now, how about we just walk, get something to eat and maybe something will come to mind hmm?" You said, gently getting off his lap before he puffed his cheeks.

"I do-" he started but you shook your head and gave him a look. He reluctantly got up, nodding. "Okay, but let's be home before 8" he said and you nodded, running off to the room to put on something a little more appropriate than your ass cheek revealing shorts as Intak did the same. Spotting you getting ready and sliding on one of his shirts. "You're so cute." He mumbled as you laughed and shook your head.

Before the two of you knew it you were walking down the streets of Seoul, hand in hand as you looked for a restaurant to eat at, wondering what it was you both were in the mood for.

"How about fried chicken?" The male asked as you shook your head, a soft pout on your lips. "No.. we had that last night" you spoke as he nodded. "Yeah, but you can never go wrong with chicken." You wheezed the males hand. "Stop trying to get home, you are out here to look for your lyrics, look for a muse." Intak sighed, you were right. What would he do without you?

The two of you finally found your way to the restaurant you were heading to. You had already made up your mind on the food you were getting. Beef and broccoli. Yum~

Intak led you to a seat before he went up to order for the two of you as you watched him closely. He was so hard working, and hard on himself. Sometimes too hard on yourself and it made you sad. Watching him stress about lyrics. Erasing, deleting and having to take deep and long breathes just to come back and do it all over again.

Once Intak came back over, you made sure to do any and everything to take his mind off of writing.  You didn't want him to stress too much. Once the food got to the both of you, you ate and chatted. Mostly about random things. Things you wanted to do. And even having drawing competitions.

"No way, I'm such a great drawer!" You shouted, puffing out your cheeks. Intak laughed as he looked at your smile, gently leaning over and cupping your cheeks. "Your smile is what gets me through the day." You blushed and cleared your throat, pushing him gently. "Mmm stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." You rolled your eyes playfully. The male hummed. "You're right." You gasped and he gently pulled you close as you pushed his chest and then hugged him.

This was one of the best times the two of you have had in a while. It was perfect.

After the two of you ate, you got some dessert from an ice cream truck, making your way back to your shared apartment. Your hand on his.

( time skip )

You woke up to the sounds of humming. Getting out of bed you didn't spot Intak beside you. Feeing the empty space before you headed to where the soft hums were coming from. Intak's work space. You stood by the door. "Babe..?" Softly escaping your lips as he looked at you, a bright smile on his face. "What are you doing up at..?" You stopped to look at the clock. "3 am." You stated.

He smiled and ushered you to come and sit on his lap which you gladly did, resting your head on his shoulder, the sleepiness still evident in your movements. "After our date I got inspired.." he started, a small sleepy smile creeping on your face. "And I realized, you're my muse Y/N, I write better when you inspire me. Your smile, your voice. Just everything about you." He spoke.

You sat up to face with, a big smile on your face as your eyes opened. He looked at you and smiled. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me all month." You joked and he playfully rolled his eyes. You cupped his cheeks. "I'm glad I could help."

The male gently leaned in and kissed you, your lips connecting to his before you gently hugged him.

You closed your eyes and let the male continue to work. Not daring to move a muscle so Intak could work and you could sleep.

SOUL ‹𝟹 | 소울

You and Soul stopped by your favorite food place. "What should we get?" You asked, your head laying on his shoulder as the two of you stood in line, gently slides up whenever people would place their order.

"Potatoes.. fries" he mumbled, arms wrapped comfortably around your waist. "Fries?" "Fries." He said and you nodded. Once it was the both of your turns, you ordered a meal for the both of you. Hamburger, basket of fries and two drinks.

Once paid and given your food, the two of you headed to the car, making your way down to the Han River where they were playing music. Multiple people out enjoying their time with significant others, family, pets and even their own children. It always warmed your heart to see others having an amazing time.

Soul carried the white picnic basket that carried the food, as well as a blanket the two of you would be sitting on. After a long week of you working, Soul at practice. The two of you needed a break.

You sat down the picnic basket after taking it from him and the two of you laying the blanket out across the grass. Placing yourself onto the seat, you quickly dug the food out of the bag and set it neatly on the blanket as Soul took a seat beside you.

Gently taking out the food and evenly distributing it between the both of you, you started to eat, enjoying the scenery as you watch Soul stuff a couple of fries in his mouth before he stood up, his body grooving to the music.

"Oh? Lunch and a show?" You teased and laughed as you took a sip of the drink, watching your boyfriend groove and dance to the music. Soul laughed at you, leaning down and grabbing his burger as you stood up, grooving your body to the music that was playing. Hearing the laughter of small kids and just people having a good time in general, you truly enjoyed it.

Soul wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, taking his thumb and wiping some of the sauce from your lip. "Messy." He laughed and you rolled your eyes, gently getting out of his hold.

The two of you sat down, sung to some of the songs and finished the food. Enjoying the sunset before you both packed up and went back to your shared place. Your mind far from any type of problems you had. This day was a perfect day. One you could enjoy with Soul and you planned to keep it that way. It was perfect.

JONGSEOB ‹𝟹 | 종섭

Jongseob grabbed the coins, looking at you as he jingled the cup full with golden tokens to you. “Really, Chuck E. Cheese out of all places?” You laughed, gently ruffling his hair. He gently rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away. “I haven’t been in a while, I think it’ll be fun. Come on!”

You used to come to Chuck E. Cheese a lot as a kid, it was somewhat of a pretty fun memory. “Okay, what should we do first?” You asked as he looked around. Spotting the racing seats open. “Let’s race, if i win. I get to style your hair for a week and vice versa if you win” he says and you him, going to the seats.

Jongseob entered two tokens into the slots, you both picking your characters and starting. The male tried to cheat, reaching over and attempting to tickle you, you moving your body swiftly. But it only backfired on him, causing him to become in 5th place. “Yeah pay attention” you shouted, laughing as you continued to drive, moving slightly to the side.

The game finished and you came in first place. Gasping and laughing as you looked over at the sulking boy. “You will be okay~” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Fine, but nothing too crazy, I don’t want the guys picking on me~” he groaned and you nodded, agreeing to keep it at a minimum… maybe.

The two of you decided on another game. Basketball. Though Jongseob had a bit more of an advantage in height. The two of you continued to shoot the balls, taking your chance in attempting to distract him, but it didn’t work. Hun still beating you by 20 points.

“Ha-! You thought” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as he leaned down and collected the tickets.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his tickets, keeping them in the small purse you were carrying.

You and Jongseob played a few more games; ski ball, ticket collector, fishing, weasels hitting games. All in attempt for a big stuffed animal on the top hanging on the ceiling. “We have to get it” you would say each time your eyes glanced at it. Jongseob agreeing. “We can just put it in the middle of the bed” he smiled, and you agreed.

At the end, the two of you collected around 2,000 tickets. Being able to buy the capybara stuffed animal and a small stick of bubbles. Though you didn’t care for the bubbles too much as you clung to the stuffed animal. Once you got in the car, you tossed the capybara stuffed animal in the backseat gently. Jongseob smiled as the two of you talked about the date over the small sound of music in the background. Your head beating softly from the small headache you had.

But none the less, today was an amazing day.

[honeymark]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ㅡ

click 〔 here 〕 for the hyung line.

˗ˏˋ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 :: hi miss soojin ! could u write smth ab 127 comforting their insecure gf ? thank u so much ! ´ˎ˗

⇢ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 feels the most secure when you’re by his side, so he’s quick to notice when you start pulling away from him. at first, it was the texts — on the days you didn't see each other, you'd always text him throughout the day, even though you knew you wouldn't get a written response. it's not that he didn't read them; he was too busy with work to respond, so he'd always react with a thumbs up or a simple "haha." but then, your daily text threads stopped. he knew you had your own life, so he assumed you were too busy to send updates, but the nightly phone calls stopped, too. did he do something wrong? did you find someone else? what the fuck was going on?

he waits until the weekend to talk about it, and he listens attentively as you open up about wanting to be “less clingy and annoying.” he takes your hand in his with soft, cool fingers in a reassuring grip. “i didn’t know you felt this way, y/n,” he says softly. he presses a light kiss to your knuckles before delicately pulling you into a warm embrace. “you aren’t clingy or annoying, baby. you’re the cutest person in the world, and in a perfect world, i’d spend the rest of my life right by your side. nothing is as special as the time we spend together, and that includes reading your daily updates and watching all the tiktoks you send me and falling asleep to your soft snores on our nightly facetime calls. i love it all, and i love you, so don’t pull away from me, please?”

⇢ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎 isn’t one to ruminate on the past, mainly because he tends to overthink and overanalyze every little detail in a sticky situation. that being said, it would be a blatant lie to say that he hasn’t looked into your former relationships and partners. he’s matured enough over the years to keep his jealousy in check, but no matter how much time he spends with you, he just can’t seem to shake off a lingering insecurity that’s convinced him he isn’t fulfilling your needs…

which is why he’s all the more surprised when you bring up the same insecurities to him. he listens without judgement or interruption as you express how you’ve been feeling, his heart aching as you tearfully open up about not being enough for him. he waits for you to finish before enveloping you in a tight hug, and he thanks you for being vulnerable with him, reminding you that your feelings and concerns are valid. he gets carried away with listing all of the qualities he loves about you, and he doesn’t stop until you seal his lips yourself with a kiss. “there’s nothing to compare, my love. no one holds a candle to you. you’re the one for me, i mean it!”

⇢ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 knew from the moment you met that there was no hope for him; he was going to fall head over heels in love with you. it’s been five years since then, and his affection for you has only increased tenfold. he truly admires everything about you, from your ability to understand and empathize with others, to your independence and strength, to your resilience and readiness to bounce back from any setback, to your creativity and ridiculous sense of humor. of course, he appreciates your beauty (something that he reminds you of very frequently, especially at night 🤠), but more than anything, he loves you for who you are and genuinely cherishes the depth of your connection.

so, unsurprisingly, he’s concerned by how suddenly adamant you are about not wanting to get dressed in front of him, something you’ve been doing for years now. at first, he doesn’t think much of it; you reserve the right to privacy, and he respects that, but it goes on for over a week. he’s sure something is bothering you, and his suspicions are confirmed by how you immediately burst into tears when he asks you about it. he holds you in a firm embrace as you describe how insecure you feel because of your stretch marks and acne scars. nothing hurts his heart more than to hear you disparage yourself, and he waits until you calm down to share his thoughts.

"it's okay to feel that way, babe. but i'm going to be honest...i think you're beautiful no matter what. who cares about stretch marks or acne scars? those are just nouns. they don't mean anything, and they definitely don't take away from how amazing of a human being you are. you’re beautiful, and i can’t get enough of you.”

⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 is the first man you’ve ever met who’s been able to intellectually and humorously keep up with you, and you haven’t given him a chance to escape from your grip ever since (not that he’s ever wanted to, of course). the two of you met in college, and after months of constantly riffing off each other, you made the first move and confessed your feelings in an uncharacteristically sincere way. it’s been a few years since then, and while it’s undeniable that you two have the most fun when you’re together, you start to wonder if he really loves you. it’s not that your relationship was necessarily lacking anything; you two were plenty intimate, both emotionally and physically, but…it still couldn’t hurt to ask, right?

it’s one of those “let’s order pizza and rot on the couch for hours” kinds of nights when you finally find the courage to ask him, “do you love me?” he hears you, but it’s clear he doesn’t take you seriously; he doesn’t even bother looking up from his phone as he answers with a sarcastic “of course not.” he waits for you to respond with some sort of witty comeback, but you don’t. he glances up and nearly drops his phone on his face when he sees you tearing up. he immediately asks if you’re okay, and he solemnly listens as you make light of your insecurities. he pulls you into a rough hug and kisses you, his lips soft and sweet against yours. “shit, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t know you were feeling this way. of course i love you. y/n, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and i’m sorry that i don’t say it enough. i love you, baby. i love you so much.”

[tacticaldiary]

omg hi, i love your writing and saw requests were open for cod. i was wondering if you could write something where reader and simon are in an established relationship (can either be public to the team or a secret) and they are on a mission. reader has a scare during a mission and ghost has an “i almost lost you” moment with her.

Anyone But Her

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Their line of work has never guaranteed the assurance of coming home, but that doesn't make the fear of loss any easier to deal with, especially not when it happens right in front of his eyes.

Masterlist

If asked where one feels the most comfortable, people who respond with something like 'home' or 'the beach', something achievable and wholly normal.

Her? There was nothing more comforting than the feel of hot metal in her tight grip during a mission, the easy reloading of her sniper almost by muscle memory as she gazes down the scope. The commands, the back and forth with tasks and delegations, and the constant movement and adjustment needed to bring home a victory is what keeps her on her feet.

"In position on first building." Ghost's rough voice travels through the comms, bringing her attention away from the scope she's looking down. Laying down on the top of a hill, spotting the other members as they infiltrate a Russian warehouse, was an easy job. In and out before they realised that the team was even there.

It's an ugly thing, what the 141 deals with, but it's so far set from what normal is that she's long since accepted that there's no going back.

Part of her is glad she hadn't tried. If there was never a chance she'd have been selected for this squad, she never would have met the enigma that is Simon Riley.

Standoffish, brash, deadly.

Understanding, confident, loving.

They'd butted heads on her first day harsher than any of the others ever had, and after an order from Price to resolve their tension lest it interfere mid battle, the both of them had come to realise that they had much more in common than they thought.

The rest had been history. They already moved in sync on the field, and after a try they'd discovered they worked just as well together as something more than teammates. It was hard to keep things professional with glances so heated and words that no friend would ever offer each other.

Some of the things he's said to her in the heat of the moment and the privacy of their quarters makes blood rush to her cheeks just thinking about it.

She was just a precaution, really. A failsafe, because the odds may be in their favour but they were never always truly compliant.

"Breaching second on your command." Gaz's voice relays through.

"Sergeant, how are things from above?"

"All clear, L.T." She says, doing another final sweep of the grounds. "No visible hostiles near your vicinity." The good news is delivered with an undertone of caution.

If their intel was correct, this warehouse should be housing stolen US documents, information that could deal real damage to their operations if transported farther than it already had been.

So where were all the soldiers?

The only ones she sees are a few mulling around the grounds, three by the radio tower nearby and another few near the vehicles at the back of the compounds. Surely such valuable intel would be more heavily guarded?

Her gut speaks to attest that something is wrong, but before she can bring it to light, Ghost and Soap, and Gaz and Price breach the doors of their respective warehouses.

"Copy." Ghost rasps. "Breaching now." She pauses for a moment to fiddle with her comms unit, the voices filtering through to her earpiece crackling in a way they shouldn't be if the device was fully functional.

Looking down her scope, everything seems normal. The grass swaying in the wind, the silence that follows and-

Silence?

She stiffens at the sudden lack of noise. It was too still, the clam before the storm. Hand flying to her comms, she speaks into the device;

"Ground team, how copy?"

Static. Then silence.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she repeats herself louder, more firmly, frowning where there's nothing but muted static and crackling. She does another sweep of the facility with her sniper. All seems quiet until her gaze focuses on the radio tower.

Adjusting her scope's distance, her mouth goes dry when she realises exactly what the three at the base of the structure are holding. A device she herself has used many times during missions like these.

A jammer.

Sudden movement makes her eyes snap back to the vehicle form before. Her stomach drops as the doors to the truck swing open and soldiers armed to their necks pour out, spreading all over the facility.

An ambush. They knew they were coming. Jammed their comms to isolate them and hide their forces until the others entered the warehouses probably. Surrounded. They'd be surrounded in mere minutes if they didn't do something.

Her comms are useless, so she can't warn them, and can only watch in muted horror as they start to scatter around the building.

Fuck.

She can't take out the three men at the tower from here. That wouldn't stop the device and only act to reveal her position. Hands-on was the only way.

Slamming her sniper onto the strap on her back, she extracts her pistol, breaking into a harsh sprint down the hill. There was no time, she had to warn them herself. To hell with staying out of sight.

The 141...they were like family to her. Soap and Gaz's constant cheeky remarks and antics, Price's steadfast and reliable leadership, Ghost...Simon's patience and understanding, his muted passion and actions that when decoded conveyed more love than anybody had every offered her.

The day her team took a loss would not be today. Not like this. Not when she could help it.

Finding herself in the middle of the compound by ducking and staying out of view, she kneels behind a crate, unhooking one of her frag grenades, pulling the pin out with her teeth.

This would give away her position, a dangerous gamble while hostiles surrounded her from all sides, but what better way to alert battle-ready soldiers than with the bang of a grenade. A sounds they knew all to well.

She'd just have to hold her position until they could regroup. She's done tougher things before, and this was so or die right now. With the thought in mind, she steels herself and tosses out the grenade at the most densely packed area of soldiers, clenching her jaw and taking cover at the resounding bang that cracks through the air.

The gunfire follows soon after.

Her comms crackle, evidence that someone's trying to reach her, but with the jammer not sounds can be deciphered.

Soldiers yell, and fire at her location, the heavy thudding of footsteps on either side of her clueing her into their intentions to flank her sides and gun her down. Returning fire, she ducks between the crates to make her way to the radio tower, just a couple of metres away. Bullets clink and bang and ricchoet of fthe metal around her, but miraculously, she's mostly unscathed as dives behind a vehicle and takes down the three men aiming their rifles at her.

The jammer lays at the feet, blinking green.

Right in the middle of the open field. She had to get there, had to get it off so they could all communicate with each other and move smoothly. There was a higher risk of casualties if one moved without the knowledge of the others.

Unpredictability was the worst of enemies in the field.

Steeling herself for going out in the open under the inevitable spray of bullets, she unclips a smoke grenade and tosses it, holding her breath as acrid smoke obstructs everyone's vision. Stumbling into the mess, she keeps low to the ground to avoid the blind fire into the smoke and feels around for the device.

Her hands curl around the metal and she sprints back to cover.

She doesn't make it.

Their blind fire proves effective, as a bullet rips through her shoulder, another one through her calf wrenching out a choked scream from her. The smoke was slowly dissipating, and pretty soon visibility would be back and then any bullet wounds she'd sustain would not be as unfatal.

Panic claws up her throat, but years of practise allow her to swallow it down. She pulls herself up, but groans and collapses, her leg unable to support her weight and her shoulder unable to drag her across the ground.

Shit, shit.

Her breaths come ragged and uneven, her knuckles turning white with the harsh grip on the device. Changing courses, she brings the jammer close to her, focusing on it instead, turning knobs and pressing buttons.

If she bit the bullet here, she'd damn well do so making sure the others stayed alive.

The second the jammer switches off, voices filter through her comms, a flurry of mixed yells, gunfire and pounding footsteps.

"Sergeant?!" A familiar voice barks down the line, hoarse...worried? "Are you down?"

Lightheaded, feeling blood soak through her clothes, she can't bring herself to respond. The smoke starts to clear and the best she can do is shift herself behind a tree a few feet away, leaning against the thick trunk for cover while unable to grasp her weapon through the slippery bloody coating her hands.

Was it normal to have that much blood? Feeling a little delirious, she drops her weapons besides her and presses down hard on the wound on her leg, biting back a groan. Gunfire pings around her, gunpowder and smoke acrid in the air.

It's only when Ghost snaps her name through the comms does she come back to herself a little.

"I'm..." She squeezes her eyes shut trying to get her tongue to form words. "I'm down. Bleeding out near the radio tower. Fuckers jammed out comms. Ambush. Had to...had to warn you. Had to fix it." She coughs, spitting into the ground beside her as blood trickles down her chin.

Definitely not normal.

Swallowing is hard, her thoughts swim as the grass beneath her is stained crimson. Her body feels too heavy, head to light and she wonders if this is really the end.

Someone speaks through her comms, words to muddled in her head to make out. Gaz? Or was that Price? Maybe Soap? Or Simon?

God, what she wouldn't give to hear Simon again, just once. Her eyes flutter shut with a groan. Just once more. She just wants to hear that gruff voice one more time through the comms, saying her name. He's never told her he's loved her verbally, even when she expressed it herself, but words haven't ever been his strong points.

His actions spoke far far louder.

The ways he's memorised all her little routines, her favourite foods, her favourite activities, the particular way she likes to store and clean her weapons. the silent moments at night where he pulled her close and the shared a book together, the nights spent together in bed where he showed her that he was not lacking in love when it came to her.

Simon Riley had left a mark on her life that she wore with pride, and if this...this meant that he lived on another day. She grits her teeth, shallows pant soft breath as blood pools between her fingers.

Then it was damn well worth it.

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

An unstoppable force by nature, Ghost is the scariest anybody's ever seen him right now.

That last comms transmission from her had made his heart practically stop in his chest, even if he was as apathetic as ever from the outside. He had called out to her again, demanded she stay awake and give a precise location but no matter how much he shouted and order through the comms he was met with a deafening silence.

Silence that suggested the worst.

Fuck, no. No way. This wasn't happening, this simply wasn't something Simon would allow to happen.

Not her. Not any of them, really, but especially not her. Not her soft smiles and meaningful glances, not when she made him feel as if he might not break everything he comes into contact with.

Not when she was the only one who's ever coaxed out Simon Riley from Ghost.

His actions grow harsher, more brutal. The moment he hears she's near the radio towers bleeding out, he's a man on a mission, and none of the others make a peep of protest as he clears the way through to her, a spartan leaving a trail of blood behind as he moves.

He does not rage. Rage implies something uncontrolled and fierce. No, this is not rage. This is something much colder, much more calculating. Every throat that he slashed with his knife, every bullet that lands home in a skull is done with precision and deadly force. He means every bit of hurt he causes, hurt that stems from his own panic at her sudden silence.

This was not rage. This was icy cold desperation disguised as cool anger.

He's the one who finds her after everybody spreads out to clear the facility.

Back to a tree, eyes closed, hands limp at her side.

She might have been sleeping if not for all the fucking blood.

Dropping down beside her, he shakes her shoulder firmly, calling out her name.

"Wake up, Sergeant." He orders, eyes raking over her figure to find the source of her injuries. His jaw ticks as he notes the two fresh wounds. She doesn't move when he extracts a rolls of gauze from his belt, doesn't flinch when he tightly wraps her injuries.

Does not wake up to notice how his hands are shaking as he ties the final knots.

"Wake up." He says, voice much lower, something deeply needing. Shifting closer, he pulls her into his arms, away from the rough bark of the tree. Her head falls to his shoulder limply, making his breath hitch, true, cold fear gripping his heart. "Wake up, sweetheart, c'mon." He urges. She's still alive as per the shallow rise and fall of her chest, but she won't fucking wake up and it's killing him, making panic claw at his throat because not her, not her, not her.

Reaching around, he pinches her sternum hard, relief slamming into him when she finally groans and whimpers, a weak hand reaching up to push his away. "That's it, love. There you go." He mutters praise, hooking an arm under her legs and hoisting her up, carrying her. "Keep those eyes open for me, yeah? Don't you dare fucking close them, you hear me?" His accent is thicker than normal

"..Simon?" She groans, barely a whisper, making his heart wretch painfully.

"It's me." He confirms, clutching her tighter as he makes his way back to the exfil he'd ordered Gaz to request. The heli stand waiting near the first warehouse, a mass of dead bodies paving the path for them to step over. "I've got you, love. Stay with me, just a little longer.

He doesn't know if she can hear him let alone understand what he's saying, but it seems to work, her groggy gaze taking in their surrounding, watching but not really seeing.

She shoves at his chest suddenly, weak but firm. "No...you gotta-they're here." She rattles in a breath that makes even him wince. "Ambush, Simon. Gotta-get yourself out."

"Fucking hell woman, you think I'd leave you?" He hisses, hiking her up closer so their bodies are pressed together. He feels a rush of anger peer through the crushing panic and worry he's beating down.

"No time." She breathes. "Leave-"

"Not another word." He warns, angry at the thought that she'd even think for one moment that he'd let her die on his watch, that he'd ever leave the one good thing in his life.

Her compliance scares him to the bone.

Simon practically runs the last few meters towards the evac heli, barking out instructions for a medic as they bring out a stretcher. Gently, an action so at odds with the flames burning through his veins, he lays her down on it, staying by her side as they hoist her inside.

The jolting makes her whimper, aggravating her injuries no doubt. "Careful," Simon demands, and a single glare from him is enough to make the team move her with much more cautiousness.

The team clamours in and it's not long before they're all in the air.

A silence is passed around the space, an acknowledgment and shared anger at her state, how she was riddled with bullets like a target because of her selfless nature to save and give.

They hadn't gotten the intel, but Simon has never given less of a shit about anything before, not when she's laying next to him pale and trembling, looking up at him as if he might be the one to make her pain go away.

May God strike him dead if he doesn't try his fucking hardest.

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The steady beep on a heart monitor and the sharp smell of antiseptic is what slowly brings her back to the living world. She feels...

Well she feels like shit.

That's kind a given though, judging by how she determines by the scratchy sheets under her that she's in a hospital bed. One would be more disorientated by waking up like this, but she's seen her fare share of white bedspreads and jello cups.

Finally gathering up the courage to blink her heavy eyes open, she squints at the ceiling light, slowly getting her bearings.

They were...on a mission. She tries to recall. Warehouse. Men. Jammer...

The jammer! Were the others alright? All she remembers is passing out by the tree and-what else?

Alarm ringing through her, she moves to sit up but immediately groans at her body protesting, her limbs burning at the movement. Shoulder and leg tight with stitches, she tries to force herself to sit up when a large, warm hard pushes her back down.

"Easy does it. Lay still for me." The familiar voice washes away the alarm and when she slowly, groggily turns her head, there sits the one person she wanted to see.

Simon sits beside her bed, looking ragged and poorly even beneath his mask. She can see it by the tension in his shoulders.

"Wh-" She trails off, coughing and wincing at the pain in her dry throat. There's a rustling, and then a hand at the back of her neck, guiding her lips to a cup full of cool water. "Drink." Simon says simply, helping her swallow the liquid until she pushes on his hand.

"What happened?" She finally manages, meeting his eyes. "You look...like shit. You okay?"

Amusement may have flickered into those eyes of his, but it's next to nothing with the other concoction of worry in his eyes.

For someone so stoic, he had very expressive eyes if you knew how to read them.

"Am I okay?" He stares in disbelief. "Considering I didn't get shot twice and nearly bleed out, I'd say I'm doing better than you."

"Ever the comedian." Her joke doesn't crack a smile from him and that's when she knows something is truly wrong. "Simon what-"

The scrape of his chair cuts her off as he stands abruptly, moving over to her side. He seems hesitant for a split second, arms pausing as they reach out.

He decides to push away the doubt, however, because moments later, strong arms are wrapped around her, pulling her into him. She relaxes at the familiar scent of him, of his clothes as he tucks his chin over her head.

His heart is racing under his cheek, her fist loosely gripping his shirt.

She knows he'll speak in time, that she just has to wait for him to gather the words and decide how to express them out loud. So she does exactly that. She waits while he regulates himself, gathers his thoughts.

His arms tighten around her. "Thought I lost you." He says, and if it had been anybody but her, they might have missed the slight tremor in his voice. "When I saw you bleeding out against that tree...Fuck, I thought you were gone."

"Not that easily." She hums, pressing into him further. "Never than easily."

"Better fucking not be." It coaxes a hoarse giggle from her, what he growls in her ear.

"I'm alright, Simon." She assures him gently. "Alive and kicking."

He nods against her head minutely, his lips pressing against her head through his mask, a gesture that makes her melt because if Simon was resorting to such a thing he must have really had a scare. He hated PDA and although they were the only ones in the room, normally they reserved this kind of intimacy for their own rooms when they're alone together.

He stays like that for a while, convincing himself that she was there, that she was alive and breathing and in his arms and untouchable as of now. All the while she runs a soothing hand up and down his strong arms, mumbling assurances of their safety.

She'd do it again in a heartbeat, would put herself in harms way to save her team, but as she sits there pressed against him, the sun spilling into the room warming it with it's rays, she can't help but think of how thankful she is to have felt this again.

To have the chance to continue experiencing the protective love of Simon Riley.

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(25/06/2023)

[celesteleoves]

“YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION.”

GOJO SATORU x reader

summary: after your students invade your privacy, you realize that you don’t want anyone in your personal space but you’re boyfriend is the exception

warnings: reader is very closed off to those she doesn’t like. reader is a teacher/was a student alongside satoru!!! fluff otherwise!

a/n: not proofread. this is so bad… send over requests pls.

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teaching teenagers is NOT easy.

technically, it is your fault. you agreed to this. you’ve spent half of your life basically being a mother anyways (to megumi, of course) so you figured this would be an easy job.

so, now you’re wondering as why you find yourself in this situation.

you’re students, who are the three first years, were caught stealing old photo books and souvenirs from your office.

how you know it was them? megumi is the only one that knows the code to your office as it is always locked for reasons like this. you’re assuming the two other thieves gaslighted him into letting them into your office, they always do.

the three trouble makers sat on your office couch, wearily looking around the room and trying to seem clueless as to why they were brought here.

“i like that vase… is it new?” the pink haired boy spoke for the first time in a while, trying to change the topic.

“don’t be stupid. i saw you put it in here the other day after breaking my other one.” you scowled as he nervously rubbed his neck with an anxious smile on his face.

“i’m sorry! we truly didn’t think you valued your privacy this much!” nobara yelped and you frowned.

“it was for a experiment!” itadori yelped and you fought back a laugh at his words as the other two teenagers looked at him like he was stupid.

“you guys know i hate everyone here besides my students and co-workers. don’t say that to anyone. i don’t want any stray wanderers ending up in my office.” you hissed as you watched them shrink back into their seat.

just as you were about to scold them once more, you heard a familiar pair of footsteps loudly making their way to your office. a tiny smile almost forcing its way onto your face.

the door slammed open, itadori’s face lighting up at the sight of his other teacher (their saviour, in this situation).

“gojo-sensei!”

the white haired man froze at the sight of his students in your office, he was only expecting you to be here.

“can someone tell me why they are in here? you hate people in your office, love.” satoru whispered the pet name as he moved closer to you.

you threw up your hands in exasperation, “exactly! i hate my privacy being invaded.”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize they would cause this much ruckus.” megumi spoke quietly for the first time, making your heart clench.

he had a soft spot in your heart, they all did, but they need a little scolding every now and then. they need someone to keep them under control… and to teach them about respecting people’s privacy.

“no, don’t apologize you three. punishment’s will be necessary though.”

their heads shot up at your words, tiling almost comically to the side in sync with each other.

your boyfriend had made his way over to your desk, plopping down on his chair and grinning secretly to himself as he watched this whole ordeal go down.

you unfolded your arms, sighing softly. “go train now, 40 push ups each please.”

you swore nobara’s eyes popped out of their sockets when you said that, her hands clenching both of the boys shoulders in agony.

“i’m going to die, why did you ever suggest this you idiot!” nobara started scolding yuji whos jaw was currently dropped to the floor at her words and yours.

“ME?! YOU SUGGESTED IT TOO!”

“I DID NOT.”

megumi groaned, dragging the two of them out of the room as you rubbed your forehead. you moved towards your boyfriend at the sound of the door slamming shut much to your dismay.

flinching at the sudden quietness and no longer loud teenagers echoing off your wall’s, you looked at your boyfriend. normally, he’d be acting the same way as them but he knows you don’t need that right now.

“they’re a lot, hm?” satoru hummed while pulling you closer, you slouched against him.

“sometimes they’re too much.”

“yet, sometimes you need them to take your mind off things. they got you to stop doing your paperwork for at least 4 hours.” he grinned as you looked shocked and worried at the same time.

frowning, you snuggled against him, his infinity being off just for you.

“i hate people. sometimes.”

“oh i know, don’t know how you put up with me!”

you chuckled, looking down and noticing the 3 bags of sweets on the floor. satoru was so thoughtful, he showed his love in the simplest yet most extravagant ways.

he grounded you, kept you from losing your mind. being by his side meant a life full of laughter and sweet moments, despite your jobs. you wouldn’t trade him for the world (or your students).

“you’re the only exception, satoru.”

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a/n: bye wtf is this help. this is awful but whatever i miss my children bring them back gege.

[rebelliousneferut]

love in the spotlight | kylian mbappe x model!reader

summary; you and kylian have been dating for a while and everything is going well until he signs for real madrid and everyone thinks you broke up

genre; fluff, smau

face claim; elisa maino

note; English is not my first language

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over a year of dating kylian mbappé feels surreal. it all started at a gala – a world you stepped into with your blossoming modeling career. a chance encounter, a meeting of eyes across the room, and suddenly, the world-famous footballer seemed like just another guy, shyly hoping to impress. he knew you were the one that night, and by the end of it, you were on a date with kylian mbappé.

the rollercoaster began. the highs were exhilarating – stolen kisses under the eiffel tower, surprise visits during fashion weeks, the thrill of cheering him on from the vip box at the parc des princes. the lows were like navigating a minefield – prying paparazzi, jealous whispers, fans who seemed to think they owned a piece of his heart. but through it all, you were a team. six months in, you took the plunge, moving to paris to be with him.

keeping your relationship a secret felt strange. but kylian, ever the strategist, knew the media frenzy that would erupt. so, you flew under the radar, your love a secret whispered between stolen moments. until, of course, the bombshell signing with real madrid. the world learned about kylian's move, and then, they learned about you. the spotlight found you, but you weren't afraid. you had him by your side, and together, you were ready to face anything.

everything was out in the open with kylian. from the start, fans adored their union. they were a social media darling couple, constantly cheering each other on and attending events together. kylian's move to real madrid, however, cast an unexpected shadow. public appearances dwindled, and whispers of a breakup swirled through the tabloids.

y/nl/nuser

liked by kendalljenner, wolfiecindy, charles_leclerc and others

y/nl/nuser ✨🌼

username you're the prettiest!!!

username is she in madrid with kylian?

username i don't think so. she was attending an event in milan

username it's been a while since we last saw them together 😢

username where is kylian and why not in the likes?? 😭

username don't overreact. obviously he is busy with his move to madrid

username even so he always has been so supportive with her

username they don't owe us nothing girl. let them be private if they want

charles_leclerc beauty

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username i'm getting crazy rn

you were scrolling through your instagram when a post popped up. it was a hilarious play on the whole "celebrity couple break up" trope, and you found yourself letting out a genuine laugh. a moment later, kylian's face filled your screen on a video call. his brow furrowed in concern.

"there you are," he said, relief washing over his features. "why did you like that post, y/n?"

"oh, kylian" you sighed, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "it was just... funny. sorry, mon amour, i just needed a laugh."

kylian's expression softened. he knew the pressure you were both under. "maybe we should do something to address the rumors," he suggested.

you nodded, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "let's give them something truly unexpected."

footballwags

liked by y/nl/nuser, username, kmbappefans

footballwags possible breakup between the model y/n l/n and the soccer player kylian mbappé? it's been a while since they were last seen together publicly and they currently no longer react to his posts and there doesn't seem to be any contact between them. we assume that y/n is in milan at an event to which she was invited while kylian is in madrid. what do you think about this? we are sad to see one of our favorite couples distance themselves, in any case we wish them both many good things

kmbappefans as any other couple they deserve respect. please give them privacy and don't spread unfunded rumours

username 💀💀💀

username she is in the likes...

username i think that's enough confirmation

username @k.mbappe @y/nl/nuser please tell us something 😭😭

k.mbappe

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k.mbappe mi nueva casa 🏟️😍 #halamadrid

elisahums hala madrid baby

username and?

username who are you?????

kmbappefans 🤍🤍🤍

username she's not even here 💔

username i'm starting to believe the rumours...

realmadrid 🤍🤍🤍

judebellingham welcome mate 😆🤝

y/nl/nuser uploaded to their story;

k.mbappe mine ❤️

y/nl/nuser

liked by k.mbappe, wolfiecindy, kmbappefans, footballwags and others

y/nl/nuser from paris to madrid and to the end of the world, i love you my big boy ❤️

k.mbappe je t'aime mon amour, thank you for all your support ❤️

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username I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT I'M CRYING

username i'm literally crying too 😭

username don't scare me like that again 😡

username you are my favourites

footballwags thanks god our favourite couple is still together and happy ❤️

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[auren-zagarra]

Hello! I love your other NSFW fics, your writing is amazing! I'm not sure if you know about the Stitch's Tropical Turbulance event, but I'd like to request Lilia x female reader where they sneak off to have sex in the tropical forest away while from everyone? If you don't know the event, at Ramshackle is fine instead.

If your okay with it, pls include cream pie.

Thank you!

nimium calidum

Content Warning: Lilia x F!Reader, public sex, cream pie, MDNI

Characters Count: 4350

Author notes: I typically refrain from engaging directly with readers due reasons of privacy, but I want to sincerely thank you for your kindness. I paused working in my other projects just because you were so sweet. Thanks a lot for the support and respect, I’m grateful. I hope you enjoy such work, anon.

The feeling of the sand beneath your feet and the cool embrace of the ocean as it kissed your skin were the sensations you came to the beach for, the ones that everyone cherished. Some found joy in the laughter and energy of friends, engaging in volleyball matches until the heat left them drenched in sweat, prompting a collective retreat to the ocean's refreshing waters. Others sought solace in the shade, a book in hand, lost in the quiet serenity of the breeze brushing against their face. No matter your preference - whether savoring popsicles in the sun or riding the wild waves - one thing remained certain: sharing these moments with your boyfriend during such a festival felt like the perfect escape, a balm for the weight of everything that had transpired at NRC. Even with that strange, bluish creature from another world lurking in the back of your mind, it was this time with him you truly needed to yourselves. But what you hadn’t expected was for Lilia to lead you somewhere... more private. The tropical florest far from everyone, being more specific.

You had expected he would want some time alone with you - those sweet, quiet moments to share a kiss or two, perhaps enjoy each other’s company in peace and take a few bites from your neck… you knew him well enough to anticipate that. But you hadn’t quite expected him to grow so bold, his hands wandering a little farther than you were used to, touching places that would never be appropriate in public. Still, despite the unexpected turn of events, you weren’t surprised. Lilia had always been the kind of man who wanted to experience all that life had to offer, always seeking new moments, even if they were a little unexpected. You embraced this side of him, holding his semi nude body against yours as you drank every drop of that adorable smirk he gave you.

The minimal attire worn by both of you only served to heighten the illicit nature of your thirst for this man. Lilia's fingers gently caressed your intimate depths, his passionate kisses left you breathless, your nails dug into his back in fervent response… Everything was just perfect. Your muffled moans were swallowed by his lips, though, even if they hadn't been, you would do your best to keep them hushed – after all, you were not alone on that secluded beach. The scary thought of discovery hung heavy in the air, yet instead of dampening your ardor, the thrill of being caught added an exhilarating edge to your pleasure. The adrenaline and fear mingled with desire, amplifying each sensation until every touch felt electrifying.

The heat of the day was nothing in comparison to the passion igniting between you. Lilia's eager hands drew you near, removing the cloth barrier concealing your breasts. His attention swiftly shifted to lavishing worship upon your newly exposed flesh, red ruby eyes locked with yours, brimming with unbridled adoration. Without a moment's hesitation, he claimed you fully, his hardness sheathing itself deep within your welcoming core - which gently embraced him in lust. Waves of exquisite bliss crashed over you as he explored the heavenly sensations you offered him… and for a moment, you were so grateful to have such a man by your side who absolutely worshiped you like that.

Your legs trembled and weakened with each powerful thrust, threatening to give out entirely. Yet Lilia's strength, honed through years of loyal service to the Draconian crown, held you firmly in place. He effortlessly supported your weight, allowing him to continue his relentless pace without interruption. Each time your cries of ecstasy threatened to escape - drawing smiles of delight from your lover - he redoubled his efforts. The sight of your tears, born of overwhelming pleasure, only fueled his desire.

As the crescendo of your shared passion reached its peak, Lilia poured his essence deep within you, flooding your spasming depths with his warm release. Overwhelmed by the intensity of your mutual climax, you collapsed against him, your body melting into his embrace as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over you. He carefully withdrew, admiring the exquisite sight of his seed nearly spilling from your well-used entrance. However, the peaceful moment was short-lived - the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the tranquil moment, signaling an imminent threat to your privacy.