yall I need help I am looking for a ni-ki fic I read while ago but I forgot its name and who wrote itđ„Čđ„Čđ„Čđ„Č but in the fic rikis like a mob or like gang leader or something and if I remember correctly he robs a bank where readers at and takes her with him and he keeps bying her stuff and I think it's multiple parts idk if anyone know what I am talking about tag me in the fic it's so peakđ„čđ„
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I am personally so tired off all the stuff that has happened to the middle East its seriously pissing me off bc no child should wake up and think it's their last day on earth or that children thinkk that the sound of bombs and gun sounds is normal and happens alot bc frankly it's not like aya said imagine having to wake up and find out your in a situation like this like what the Palestinian people and the Lebanese people and all of the middle East are going through I sincerely hope none of you have to go through something like that bc it will stick with you for the rest of your life's you will never forget but all those people are asking for is your support and kind words our enemy has long been seen and known to everyone so don't be foolish enough to believe that if he will do that to others he won't do that to you too!!
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People are still dying everyday with nowhere to go no one to turn to I hope you get reunited with your family members aziz and that you don't lose anyone in this hard time and I hope that no more people have to die and suffer before its all over!!
pls cut me some slack making titles up is not my thing okay idk how to do it đ
btw none of the images are mine got em of Pinterest
English isn't my first language I admit I did use Google translate (for most of it) đđ»đ
Simon "Ghost" Riley had faced countless missions, but this one was different. The eerie silence of the jungle was cut short when Ghost's radio crackled to life, "Ghost, we have a problem." His heart pounded. He knew that tone in Price's voice. Something was wrong.
"What's going on?" Ghost asked, already dreading the answer.
"It's... it's [y/n]. They got her."
Time seemed to stop. His significant other, the one person who had managed to break through his cold exterior, had been taken hostage. They were his anchor, the reason he fought so fiercely. The thought of her in danger made his blood run cold.
Without a second thought, Ghost grabbed his gear and stormed out of the command center, adrenaline surging through his veins. The team tried to call him back, but Ghost wasn't listening. His only thought was her safety. She had been taken during a routine reconnaissance mission, lured into a trap. And now, the enemy had her.
Ghost's mind raced as he approached the compound where she was being held. He had faced death countless times, but the thought of losing her filled him with a fear he had never known. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he scanned the area, noting every guard, every possible point of entry. There was no time for a planâhe had to get her out, now.
As Ghost moved through the shadows, his heart pounded harder with each step. His hands shook, not from fear, but from the intensity of his emotions. He wasn't just a soldier on a mission. This was personal. Every fiber of his being was focused on rescuing her, no matter the cost.
He breached the compound like a force of nature. Gunfire erupted around him, but Ghost barely registered it. He moved with lethal precision, dropping enemies before they even realized he was there. His mask, a symbol of fear to his enemies, now hid the sheer panic etched on his face.
Finally, he reached the room where they were holding her. Kicking the door open, he found her tied to a chair, a gun pressed to her head by one of the enemy's men. The sight of herâhelpless, scaredânearly broke him.
"Don't move!" the man threatened, but Ghost didn't care.
"Let her go," Ghost growled, his voice low and dangerous.
For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Ghost's finger hovered over the trigger. The man hesitated, sensing that Ghost was seconds away from pulling it.
In a flash, Ghost fired, the shot clean and precise. The man crumpled to the ground, and Ghost rushed to her side, his hands shaking as he untied her.
"It's okay," he whispered, pulling her into his arms, his voice breaking. "You're safe now."
She clung to him, tears streaming down her face. "I knew you'd come."
Ghost held her tightly, his heart finally slowing. "Always."
As they made their escape, Ghost kept one arm around her, his fierce determination now mixed with relief. He had faced death before, but nothing compared to the fear of losing her.
Lee Minho with "Heather" from Conan Gray for the fall series
genre: angst, hurt/no comfort
Warnings: crying, unrequited Love,
Wordcount: 866 w
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a/n: soo i love the song heather, and @coichii also reccomended for me to write it so yesss, tell me how yall like it. Reblogs and comments r appreciated! have a cozy fall!<333
You were staring at minhoâs sweater in your closet, the smell of his cologne and his cats that always snuggled into his sweaters, long vanished. He asked for it a multiple times, but you always said you didnât know where it was, until he forgot about it. Just like he did with you.
Everything went down after the third of december. You hoped one day you could forget and move on.
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The 3rd december: It was cold outside and you were only wearing a thin shirt. Minho and you were meeting in the park at your usual spot, with hot coffees and the latest gossip. When you were shivering he noticed, and he slipped his sweater off, giving it to you. That time, it gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling. Putting it on, you inhaled minhoâs unique, comforting scent. âIt fits you better than me anyways, smartass.â He said. You couldnât stop smiling then, as you continued telling him a story that happened to you lately. But suddenly when you were looking up at him, you stopped mid sentence. He seemed to not be listening anymore, his eyes looking somewhere in the distance. When he didnât even notice that you had stopped talking, you followed his eyes and then you saw her. A beautiful, tall girl, with long wavy hair and a doll face. You looked at minho again. He wasnât just looking at her, he was⊠mesmerized.
Suddenly the girl turned to the both of you, and she gave you a small wave, combined with a smile, pretty like the stars. Well the smile was probably more meant for him. Minho blushed deeply and turned away, starting to walk. You just followed him along, looking to the floor. You both didnât talk, him on cloud nine, and you more like on the floor. Â You knew that minho wasnât feeling the same as you did, but probably you always still had a little hope. But to see him mesmerized by another girl, in a way he never was with you, stung deeply in your heart.
Then minho went home, leaving you alone with the sinking feeling of sadness. When you got home that day, you took his sweater off, throwing it into a corner of your room.
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After that, minho seemed to grow more distant. He often didnât reply to your texts, and you wouldnât meet up at all anymore. At some point you gave up on trying to reach out. He probably wasnât doing it on purpose, but it hurt. Your best friend growing so distant to you. And not only your best friendâŠ.your love.
 You felt stupid for wondering why you grew distant, when one day you were walking to the convience store, and you saw him talking to the pretty girl wichâs name was heather how you found out. You stopped walking, just standing there and watching him. You had seen the girl around the town before, and from what you knew she was a literal angel. She was unbelievable kind, so pretty, you couldnât even describe it, and something in her personality seemed to just fascinate minho. You were ashamed for wishing she wasnât here, or anywhere in this world at all. You were thrown out of your thoughts when suddenly a shiver wrecked her body, and minho laughed. He took of his sweater, just like with you before, and gently slipped it over her head. They were both laughing, minho seemingly not even a bit cold in his short sleeved shirt. Hesitantly he laid an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. He blushed and looked away, while heather smiled and laid her head on minhoâs shoulder.
But you couldnât bare this anymore. He was never like this with you. You had never seen him so tender and shy ever before to be honest.
The warmth that seemed to embrace them wasnât reaching you though. With every move, they did, every laughter they shared, you only got colder. For a second you were glad that minho had only eyes for her, so he didnât notice a tear slipping down your cheek. He didnât notice you at all. You cried yourself to sleep that night. Lonely, pained sobs echoeing through your cold, epmty room.
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Eventually minho asked you to hangout sometime after weeks of radiosilence. You got excited, and agreed. You wished you had just said no, after. The whole time he was rambling about how pretty and smart heather was, and about her cute habits, and how he wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend. When you heard that your breath hitched. You knew sooner or later this would come, but to hear it from minhoâs lips was making it real. You faked a smile and told him what a great idea that was.
You were frustrated with yourself, for not telling him of your feelings sooner. Would it have changed anything? Maybe not, but at least you would have assurance.
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All of that didnât matter now. Nothing did, as you were sitting on the floor in your room, staring at minhoâs sweater. Cold, lonely and feeling forgotten. Oh, how bad you wished you were heather.
its miserable having online friends i would help you clean and paint your room and fold your laundry and move furniture and cook mostly edible food for you and generally do tasks for you and drink with you and smoke with you and go on walks with you and see you smile when i make you laugh. but the distance
Sorry pooks I was asleep and the pics are very bad đđđ but the last one is milođ my first child he's very grumpy when I take pics of him so don't mind the frown
