#shinee mafia

[angel-clouve]

*sighs*

I understand now...

I have found the keywords.

"Italian mafia with bombs"

... technically speaking Gokudera is only half-Italian but you get my point, right? 😂😭

pro-tip: if you ever wonder why one or two of your current fictional crushes seems to be different from your usual favorite type of fictional characters, just look at your list of past/childhood crushes and you may find some unexpected results hashsdkdkdlldl

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

I'm not the biggest fan of Oda, as many here already know. That comes from the INCREDIBLE disconnect between the fandom version of him as opposed to the canon. I see often on Twitter, Reddit, Youtube, etc etc. this treatment of Oda as some great force of pure good, and furthermore this scene as a grand bit of final wisdom. So right now, let's talk about his death scene.

The anime puts it like this:

"You told me you might find a reason to live if you lived in a world of violence and bloodshed. [...] You won't find it. You must know that already. Whether you're on the side who kills people or the side that saves people, nothing beyond what you would expect will appear. Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity. [...] Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same to you, become a good man. Save the weak, and protect the orphans. Neither good nor evil means much to you, I know... but that'd make you at least a bit better."

And the light novel puts it like this:

"You told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to find a reason to live… [...] You won't find it. [...] You should know that. Whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity. [...] Be on the side that saves people. [...] If both sides are the same, then choose to become a good person. Save the weak, protect the orphaned. You might not see a great difference between right and wrong, but… saving others is something just a bit more wonderful."

I want to break down what bothers me in these. This portion especially.

You told me you might find a reason to live if you lived in a world of violence and bloodshed. [...] You won't find it. You must know that already. Whether you're on the side who kills people or the side that saves people, nothing beyond what you would expect will appear. Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity.

You told me if you put yourself in a world of violence and bloodshed, you might be able to find a reason to live… [...] You won't find it. [...] You should know that. Whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen. Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity.

I think we often forget that Dazai is still a suicidal teen in Dark Era, and that he's one that's held on to the hope he'd find something for all this time. I dont disagree with the fact he must know he won't find anything in the mafia already. But Oda misunderstands a lot of fundamental parts of Dazai, which lead to this scene being devastating.

Whether you're on the side who kills people or the side that saves people, nothing beyond what you would expect will appear.

Whether you're on the side that takes lives or the side that saves them, nothing beyond your own expectations will happen.

The thing is, Dazai DOES find things he doesn't expect. He meets Chuuya and Chuuya surprises him! He meets Oda and Ango and they fascinate him!! He meets Kunikida and Ranpo and everyone else and he finds them interesting!!! He gets proven wrong, he gets surprised, he has NEVER been infallible. And he's incredibly hopeful too, as stated earlier. He held on to the hope he'd find something for the past 3 years despite how horrible of an environment the mafia was for him, and he still tried his hardest to save Oda. To tell him that not only would he never find anything here, but anywhere else he goes? It's kind of.... well, shitty.

And there's another thing about this line I have to point out, something from a couple pages earlier.

"But he's different. He's sharp-witted with a mind like a steel trap. And he's just a child—a sobbing child abandoned in the darkness of a world far emptier than the one we're seeing."

"He was too smart for his own good. That was why he was always alone. The reason why Ango and I were able to be by his side was that we understood the solitude that surrounded him, and we never stepped inside it no matter how close we stood."

Oda believes that it's Dazai's intelligence that isolates him. While this is true, it's only true to an extent. Look at Ranpo, who was also isolated because of his intelligence. He doesn't stay that way, despite not having any peers. Ranpo found his place with Fukuzawa at the agency, and there was nothing stopping Dazai from also finding his own.

Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity.

Nothing in this world can fill the hole that is your loneliness. You will wander the darkness for eternity.

And I don't know how to explain this to people, but telling an emotionally distressed teenager that he's going to be lonely forever is, erm, kind of bad? Especially when the person he thinks understands him the most is like... dying in his arms.

Oda tried to help Dazai in his final moments, I'm not trying to discredit that. He gave Dazai his advice and Dazai chose to take it, because he knew Oda was speaking from his own experiences. But Oda's words were still harmful to him, regardless of how well meaning they were.

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

Trigger warning: swearing ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

The warehouse echoed with an unsettling emptiness as you were roughly shoved inside. This time, it was another man—not Jun Ho—who brought you here. The familiar interrogation room chair awaited, opposite the boss's empty chair. The two men were still hanging there, the puddle of blood beneath them having grown larger. Their bodies were a gruesome reminder of what happened to those who crossed the boss. Fortunately, you didn't have to endure the sight for long before being pushed into the chair.

To your surprise, Jun Ho— whose gang name you had learned was Python—had suddenly positioned himself next to you. You had overheard one of the men addressing him by that name earlier. You looked at him, surprised since you hadn’t seen him in the hall before. He didn’t even spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the empty chair before you.

"Boss Cobra will be here soon," one of the guards announced, breaking the heavy silence.

"Cobra it is," you thought, a realization dawning on you. That name sounded familiar. You must have overheard it while waiting in H/N's office during his meetings.

Your heart raced as you contemplated what was to come. Would H/N be able to find you? Would he confront Cobra? The fear of what awaited you under that man’s rule twisted in your stomach. You turned slightly to Jun Ho, studying him, trying to gauge whether he was an ally or just another pawn in this deadly game. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask of stoicism that left you with more questions than answers.

A moment later, a figure strode into the room, radiating an aura of power and menace. Cobra. He entered the hall, clad in an immaculate white suit, walking with the confidence of a man who believed he owned everything—and everyone—in the room. He was flanked by two men who appeared to be his bodyguards, their expressions mirroring their leader's – emotionless and deadly.

His gaze locked onto you immediately, a twisted smile spreading across his face. It wasn’t the kind of smile that offered comfort or warmth. It was the practiced charm of a predator, pretending familiarity, that made your skin crawl.

"It's so good to see you, my wildcat," he purred, his voice smooth but carrying the underlying threat of a snake ready to strike. His words oozed with false affection as if he were greeting an old lover. The tone made you want to retch, the nickname he used now feeling like a brand, a reminder of your imprisonment.

"Did you miss me?" Cobra leaned in, the faint scent of expensive cologne doing little to mask the suffocating malice that clung to him. His voice was low and almost seductive, but it dripped with manipulation. You instinctively recoiled, but his lips brushed the top of your head—a grotesque imitation of intimacy. His finger traced the curve of your cheek, lingering too long. You shuddered under his touch, every nerve in your body screaming to pull away, but you forced yourself to stay still.

A flicker of movement from Jun Ho caught your eye. His normally stoic demeanor faltered for a brief second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with something far more personal than simple professionalism. His stance grew rigid, and the tension radiating off him was palpable. It wasn’t just Cobra’s theatrics getting to him—it was Cobra touching you.

Jealousy simmered beneath the surface of Jun Ho’s calm exterior. Seeing Cobra treat you like something he owned, like a plaything, was more than he could bear. His protective instinct had become harder to suppress ever since you were brought into this nightmare. Each time Cobra got close, Jun Ho felt an almost primal need to shield you from the man’s poisonous grasp.

He wanted to intervene, to pull you away from Cobra’s suffocating presence, but he was bound by his position, and it burned him alive inside.

"So, our little game is about to end, wouldn't you say?" Cobra settled into the chair opposite you, his voice dripping with arrogance.

You looked at him, puzzled. "What game?"

His grin widened, exuding an air of superiority that made you want to slap it off his face. "Well, your fiancé's death game, of course. We lured him here on our terms. He has until midnight to show up, or you..." His voice trailed off, but the unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. "Or you’ll die." He said it so nonchalantly as if human lives meant nothing to him.

"Why are you doing this?" you choked out.

Cobra’s grin stretched even wider as he watched the shock and fear flash across your face, feeding his ego.

"You see, sweetheart," he continued, his tone almost casual, "there are rules in this world, and your little fiancé decided he didn’t want to play by them. So now, he’s learning the hard way. How stupid of him to mess with me." His eyes sparkled with cruel delight. He crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap, his arrogance radiating from him like heat.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice, but the anger bubbling up inside you refused to be silenced. "You think you can control everything with your twisted games? He’ll come for me, and when he does—"

Cobra cut you off with a laugh, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in the room. "Oh, he’ll come. I’m counting on it. But what do you think will happen when he does?" He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto yours with a predatory glint. "This is my territory. He walks in, he walks into his grave. This, my dear, is the lesson he’ll learn: what it means to lose everything he loves." Cobra’s voice turned low, each word more venomous than the last. "And if he doesn’t show? Well, you won’t be around to see his regret."

You felt your hands trembling, a mix of fear and fury flooding your senses. But you wouldn’t give Cobra the satisfaction of seeing you break. "You’re underestimating him," you said, your voice steadying despite the fear clawing at you. "You won’t win."

Cobra chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "We’ll see, darling. We’ll see."

"Boss, five minutes to midnight," one of the bodyguards said, breaking the tense silence.

"Please, H/N, don’t come. This is a trap," you silently pleaded, your heart racing.

"You see, I'm not going to kill you," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "That would be such a waste. Instead, I give you the honor of becoming my bride." He smiled as if he were offering you the world on a silver platter. "You’ll still be the wife of the most feared boss. The only difference is, I'll be the man at your side. The only true boss, as it should be, after eliminating that filthy trash,

H/N." His eyes sparkled with twisted delight as if he had just delivered the most romantic proposal. But to you, it was pure madness.

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to fathom the depths of his delusion. Had he just listened to himself? Did he really think he could erase your love for H/N with a title and power? As if your bond with H/N was just about status or influence. Your stomach churned with revulsion as you realized how little Cobra understood about love, loyalty, or even basic human emotion. His idea of a relationship was a twisted power play, devoid of anything real.

"I’d rather die than be with you," you spat, your voice trembling with fury and defiance. "H/N is the only one for me, and it has nothing to do with his power or wealth."

At your words, Jun Ho shifted beside you. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His reaction was almost imperceptible, but you noticed it, the way your declaration of loyalty to H/N stoked something deep inside him. Cobra, on the other hand, had no such restraint. His smile evaporated, replaced by a snarl of pure rage.

"How dare you, you bitch!" he roared, his voice a thunderclap that echoed through the hall. "I'll teach you some manners. Like it or not, you're going to be mine."

He glanced at his watch, a cruel grin stretching across his face. "Just one more minute." His voice dropped, oozing with mockery. "What a pity. Looks like your knight on the white horse won’t be here in time to save you."

But before you could process the weight of his threat, a voice cut through the tense air like a blade. Deep, dark, and filled with unbridled fury.

"That’s where you’re wrong."

Your breath caught in your throat as your head snapped up. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.

There, standing in the doorway like an avenging force, was H/N, his silhouette sharp against the faint light filtering into the room. His presence filled the space, dominating it. His eyes locked on Cobra, but there was something more in his gaze when it flicked briefly to you—a silent promise. He had come for you.

"Here I am."

To be continued...

♡

Finally, there he is! Our hero/prince/avenger...

Stay tuned for part 15!

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Happy Birthday dear Chris/Bang Chan!

Thank you for being such a wonderfully talented, kind, and inspiring person. Wishing you all the love, happiness, and success you deserve. Thank you for existing! Big hug! 💕✨

Love, YumiYue 🌙

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[designerpuppet]

One of my favourite looks, I’ve made with the new chapter outfit pieces.

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

Unpopular take?? I guess?

I don't think many people in this fandom understand how criminal organizations work.

If I had 1¢ everytime I read something along the lines of "Gashu is a horrible parent because he chose God/Asu-Naro over his kids" I'd be a very upset billionaire(hyperbole), because no?? He didn't??

That's not what makes him a horrible parent. That wasn't something he could actually choose. What makes him the founder of the Bad Dads Club is that he chose a kid over the other, which doesn't necessarily mean "I want Sei to die" but it still loosely translates into "I want Kai to survive." and this is not exactly a best dad behavior. THIS is what he could've avoided.

The choice wasn't between God and his kids, since, and I quote, "should you defy God... their blood will surely spill.". Ultimately, he could only choose how they would've died. So he chose the "safest" option, the one that gave one of the kids the chance of surviving, he chose God (being an empath, I can sense that he wasn't all that thrilled).

"b-but!! he could've still ran away!! 🥺" how? AS is everywhere in Japan. They'd be looking for him. He could change his looks, get fake documents, and try to escape abroad, sure, but again, how? Who do you think is making the fake documents? He's trapped.

Everyone in Asu-Naro is.

[shadowbrightshine]

What are tags with many bots? I'm currently at 312 I've reported today.

I'd like to get more. It's very satisfying for me.

[delphiealmond]

Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairing ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Groups ᯓ★ NCT (127, Dream, WayV), SHINee, Astro, EXO, BlackPink

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, suggestive language, character death, revenge, fighting, blood and injury, violence, guns, five stages of grief, love/hate, depression, paranoia, comments on SU

Also posted on Ao3 under the same title!

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER ONE (3.6k) CHAPTER TWO (3.6k) CHAPTER THREE (6k) CHAPTER FOUR (5.1k) CHAPTER FIVE (3.0k) CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN : THE END

[strxnged]

i think i could face anything if vincenzo cassano grabbed my shoulder and looked me in the eyes and awkwardly told me that i can do this. and gave me one of thosse weird arm pats and a nod

[zen-zen-v]

I messed up the timeline of this AU +_+ Forget about the dancing render, you saw nothing

To explain why Vittorio looks so petrified here - this IS their first kiss AND ending of strictly boss-bodyguard relations

[eternalstarlights]

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[baby-chirp]

So basically I downloaded some adult mods for the Sims 4, mainly Basemental Drugs, Basemental Gangs, Wicked Whims (though I added the censored version), and Extreme Violence (though I have not used that YET) and I decided to make Mercury from Shining Nikki a Mafia boss/gang leader (since he kind of already is that in Shining Nikki in all but name tbh).

For Mercury's gang (I chose La Cosa Simstra since I feel like Mercury would not be Simkuza, Newcrest Thugs, or Fifteenth Street tbh) I added the following members:

Vulture (full name is Vulture Heijiu in my game) - Right-Hand Man

Misha Tomislav (TF2 Heavy) - Bodyguard

Tavish Degroot (TF2 Demoman) - Bodyguard

Walter White (yes THAT Walter White from Breaking Bad, which I decided to download from the gallery btw) - Enforcer

Mundee Mundy (TF2 Sniper) - Enforcer

Ludwig Humboldt (TF2 Medic) - Gang Member

Jeremy Scout (TF2 Scout) - Gang Member

Jane Doe (TF2 Soldier) - Gang Member

Here is the gang at the headquarters, which is supposed to be a bar as a front.

Gonna add some more screenshots below but because it kinda involves Mercury talking to Walter White about the drug market while they are at a strip club that Mercury owns (there's no nudity involved which is why it's just tagged as "Mature" and "Drug and Alcohol Addiction" for the community tags).

I know Scout is sitting with Mercury and Walter, but it's mainly Mercury and Walter White talking about the current drug market.

I think it's kinda funny that Loen showed up at the strip club that Mercury owns, orders a drink, and decides to sit at the table that Mercury and Walter White are sitting at while they are talking about drugs and gang related shit.

I also made a rival gang (chose the Simkuza since the mod says that La Cosa Simstra and the Simkuza are enemy gangs) with Zoey from Shining Nikki as the leader for that gang.

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

M/N1 = Member 1’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group) M/N2 = Member 2’s name (choose any member of your bias’ group

Trigger warning: none ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

The doctor waiting for you, known to everyone as "Saint," was more than just a skilled physician—he was a lifeline to those like H/N who walked the thin line between survival and destruction. He had earned his moniker through his near-miraculous ability to patch up wounds that couldn't see the inside of a hospital, not just because of legal complications but because they lived in the shadows. Saint had always been there when H/N or his men needed saving, his expertise a vital part of their survival.

"Quickly, over here," he urged, his voice steady and commanding. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, Saint didn’t exactly fit the stereotype of a back-alley doctor. He had once joked with H/N about becoming a model, and with his intense eyes and striking face, he easily could’ve been. H/N, half-serious, had asked him once, "Ever think of giving this all up and living the good life? Maybe on the cover of a magazine instead of covered in blood?"

"Nah, I'd rather save lives than smile for a camera. Somebody’s gotta keep you alive," Saint had replied dryly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The two had a unique bond, built on trust and a shared understanding of the risks they both took in their respective roles.

M/N1 and M/N2 helped H/N inside, where Saint had already set up his impromptu operating area. The room was well-lit and organized, equipped with everything needed to handle emergencies like this. The doctor’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just escaped.

"Lay him here," he instructed, pointing to a makeshift bed. Saint worked quickly, his hands moving with an efficiency that spoke of years spent saving lives on the fringes of society. The bright overhead light cast harsh shadows across the room, highlighting the gravity of H/N’s condition. Your grip on H/N's hand tightened as you kept the pressure on his wound, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through the cloth.

"You don’t need to be here for this," Saint said quietly as he prepared his tools. "But I can see there’s no point in arguing with you."

You hesitated, not wanting to leave H/N's side as you had promised. Saint looked at you, his expression softening slightly. "All right, but if you throw up, I'll kick you out on the spot."

You managed a weak smile despite the tension. "I’m not going anywhere. I got this."

Saint gave a slight nod, his attention already back on H/N. "Good. Then keep talking to him. Keep him grounded."

You leaned closer to H/N, brushing his damp hair away from his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and his skin was clammy beneath your fingers. "I’m right here," you whispered softly. "You’re not alone."

H/N’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "I’m glad… because I don’t think Saint’s much of a talker," he rasped, his voice weak but laced with a hint of his usual humor.

Saint snorted softly, not looking up from his work. "You’re right about that," he muttered, carefully cleaning the wound. "But if you want to keep making jokes, that’s a good sign."

"Guess you’re stuck with me again," H/N added weakly.

Saint shook his head, his expression serious but gentle. "Stay with us, H/N. You’re going to be fine," he replied, focusing on the wound.

A knot of fear loosened slightly in your chest at Saint’s words. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was hope. You leaned in closer, your voice trembling with a mix of relief and emotion. "You hear that? You’re going to be just fine. We’re going to get through this."

H/N’s eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "As long as you’re with me, I’ll always be fine," he murmured, his grip on your hand tightening for a brief moment.

Saint glanced up briefly, his expression softening for the first time since you'd arrived. "He’s tougher than he looks. Just don’t let go of him," he said quietly.

You nodded, your heart swelling with both fear and love. "Never," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to H/N’s forehead as Saint continued his work, determined to save the man you couldn’t imagine living without.

You held H/N’s hand, squeezing it tightly as Saint worked. His movements were swift and precise, each gesture a testament to his years of experience patching up those who lived dangerous lives. Every second felt like an eternity to you, but Saint's calm confidence offered a thread of reassurance. He cleaned the wound carefully, stitching it up with a practiced hand, his voice steady as he spoke.

"Just keep holding his hand," Saint said, his tone measured and controlled, designed to keep you focused and hopeful. "He’s a tough one, Y/N. This isn’t the first time I’ve patched him up, and I guess it won’t be the last."

"Will he be okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with worry.

Saint looked up from his work, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring gaze. "He’ll be fine," he said, his voice calm. "The puncture missed any major organs. He’ll need rest and time to recover, but he’ll be back to his old self soon enough. Let him stay here tonight, and if he’s stable enough by tomorrow, I’ll clear him to go home. I’ll continue his treatment there."

He paused for a moment, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Y/N, you can stay with him tonight, of course. Otherwise, he’ll probably rip my head off the second he wakes up."

A soft smile broke through your tension, a light in the midst of your exhaustion. "Thank you, Saint. I don’t know what we’d do without you."

Saint nodded, his expression shifting back to its usual seriousness. "Just doing my job. But make sure he rests—he’s been through hell, even if he won’t admit it."

Relief flooded through you as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss on H/N’s forehead. "You hear that?" you whispered, your lips brushing his skin. "You’re going to be okay." You knew the anesthesia had already pulled him into unconsciousness, but the words were for you, too—an affirmation.

Saint finished wrapping the last bandage with practiced care, stepping back to wipe his hands on a towel. "Keep a close watch on him, and if anything feels off, you let me know immediately."

You nodded, your eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Saint. We owe you."

"Now, let me quickly take care of your wound," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You had already forgotten about the wound Cobra had inflicted on your face with the knife. He assessed the injury carefully, his movements gentle and precise. After finishing, he said, "There won't be a scar. You don't need to worry about it. I'll give you an ointment to help the healing process. It's the same one you can use for H/N's wounds."

"Thanks again, Saint," you replied.

He gave you a rare, softened smile, his usual stoicism giving way for just a moment. "Take care of each other," he said gently, before turning to leave you alone with H/N.

Saint had left to update M/N1 and M/N2 about H/N’s condition, and it wasn’t long before they quietly entered the room. The tension from earlier had eased, but their expressions still held traces of concern.

"We’re so relieved that H/N is going to be alright," M/N1 said, his hand resting on your shoulder with a comforting grip.

M/N2 smiled warmly, his voice filled with sincerity. "And we’re really glad to have you back safe with us. It wasn’t the same, or should I say he wasn’t the same without you."

You smiled, feeling a wave of warmth at their words. "I’m happy to be back too. There were moments I didn’t think I’d ever see you all again." Your voice cracked slightly as you continued, "But thanks to all of you, I’m here, safe and sound."

M/N1’s expression grew serious as he bowed his head slightly, followed by M/N2. "We’re sorry you had to go through that. This won’t happen ever again."

"No need to apologize," you replied, your eyes welling up with emotion. "The important thing is that we all made it out, especially H/N." You glanced down at him, his still form reminding you how close the danger had come.

M/N2 nodded, his voice light with reassurance. "He’ll be his old self in no time. You’ll see."

M/N1 cleared his throat, drawing your attention back. "Y/N, we need to leave and handle the aftermath. Police, syndicate issues... you know the drill. But don’t worry. Saint’s got you covered, and we’ll send reinforcements soon. Is there anything you need before we go?"

You shook your head gently, your gaze soft as it rested on H/N. "Thank you, but all I need is right here beside me." Your fingers lightly brushed through his hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest calming you. "Please, go take care of everything. I’ll stay here with H/N. If anything happens, I’ll reach out to Saint."

M/N2 gave you a nod. "Alright. We’re leaving now. See you later."

With a final glance at H/N and a silent agreement between them, M/N1 and M/N2 quietly slipped out, leaving you to watch over the man who meant everything to you.

After M/N1 and M/N2 left, you settled in next to H/N, refusing to let your guard down even though the immediate danger had passed. His breathing had steadied, the deep flush of color gradually returning to his cheeks. With each gentle rise and fall of his chest, you felt a glimmer of hope grow stronger within you.

You absently stroked his hair, your fingers tracing through the strands as if reassuring yourself that he was really there, alive. The rhythm of his heartbeat, though faint, was like a steady anchor keeping you grounded.

Saint came in periodically to check on H/N, moving with the quiet efficiency you had come to expect from him. After one such check, he lingered for a moment longer than usual. "He’s a tough one," Saint said softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "But he’ll need you by his side, especially for the next few days."

You nodded, your voice filled with quiet determination. "I’ll be with him. Every step of the way."

Saint gave you a reassuring nod before slipping out once more, leaving you alone with H/N.

The night stretched on, but you didn’t feel the exhaustion that had earlier threatened to overwhelm you. Being here with him, despite everything, brought you a strange sense of peace.

With your hand in his, you sat by his side, watching over him. Even after everything you had endured, as long as you had him, you knew you could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

To be continued...

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[todouswife]

im having writers block so bad rn i need someone to send me a prompt to write please. is anyone sees this i write for:

AMP members (i write best for fanum and duke)

most WWE superstars ( u can ask if u think i don't write for someone specific)

2nd + 3rd gen kpop idols

marvel cast

jjk

demon slayer

tokyo rev

fairy tale

fire force

inuyasha

genshin impact

i will do fluff, nsfw, angst and comfort.

[somethings-diner]

*the conversation continues*

What type of lame ass would dress as an angel for Halloween?

Well if the trap works, we’ll have black wings for a demon as well.

Sick! When’s this trap happening?

Whenever the rest of angel boys friends get here, we’ve got a buncha traps set up and a big force set aside for them!

Wait... PITTWO! Oh no! I gotta do something!

[PIT smashes against the door multiple times. It breaks]

WOOHOO! I'M OUT!

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: At the Seaside

Narrated by Nikki.

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July 14

The! Seaside!

The sun was already setting when we made it to the hotel. Mom’s been busy. I watched the sea from afar.

The sunset is pink! Oh, I mean the glow, not the sun itself.

Nobody on the beach, except for a graceful lady wearing a sun hat.

~

July 15

Went to Mom’s studio as her assistant of the day.

Lots of responsibility!

The studio staff are nice. A lady asked me what I want to do when I grow up.

I want to be like Mom, an awesome designer.

Shame I didn’t see the fabulous designer they all talk about.

~

July 18

A whole day spent on the beach!

Lovely sunshine. The sea’s cool and clear, with little fish swimming around. Found many pretty shells.

Sea salt cheese ice cream! The taste of summer.

Saw the sun hat lady again, sitting in a beach chair watching the sea. Don’t know what she’s thinking.

~

July 22

Never knew the studio was so busy until I got some hands-on experience.

Feeling happy and fulfilled though, kind of like one step closer to my dream.

I want to design my own swimsuit, as the “homework” to this internship.

~

August 2

Completed swimsuit design last night. Should be happy about it, but...

Took the design to the studio for peer input. Lots of visitors showing their own work today.

Each one was splendid. Some are beyond my wildest dreams.

And my design is... so boring. How can I be better at this?

~

August 9

Mom said I should look for ideas in real life. I’m spending this whole week on the beach.

But the sea is the same every day. So is the beach.

Tried all the ice cream flavors. Had enough of sea salt cheese.

And the sun hat lady, she’s there every day! Watching something? Or waiting for someone?

Sun, sea, beach, lady. Like a painting, static... Can’t find any inspiration!

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[elsabet-writes]

Today's writing adventures: Our intrepid heroine makes her way to the city seeking refuge...only to discover that her boss's mansion has been blown to smithereens and the government has raided his office downtown.