I know you said you were leaving, but I’m kind of curious….. would you ever consider coming back especially with the new song and potential album coming back?
Other than that I hope all is well ❤️❤️
Hi love ~~~
So….its funny you bring this up because this blog came to my mind this morning and next thing you know, I get an inbox 👀👀👀
I can confirm that it has been on my mind, especially given the new songs that had dropped which I’m absolutely obsessed with. I have been very busy though. Work has gone very busy and I’m training people and on top of that I am starting my LSAT prep and researching law schools, but!! I do get to see BTS on Sunday so LETS GOOOOO
But! To answer your question, I believe there may be a 70% chance that I might come back 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
I have gone through my inbox and basically cleared out the entire thing cause for some reason I got this spark of inspiration for my bad omens blog.
Spring semester gave me some time to com here and say hello :)) good news, we’re nearly done, gonna take the LSAT and register for law school. Yipppiieeee
I hope everyone is doing good and staying healthy.
It has been such a long time since I have been here, worked on fanfic and in general just be in the fandom. It took me a long time to think this over and consider my option and everything I love from here.
The music, the people I have met, the support and the talent I have seen, but...
I think it may be time for us to say goodbye to this blog. My life has gotten SO busy.
I got a better job from retail, I'm moving into my first apartment, and my relationship has been amazing! But with so many good things happening I realize I have almost no time I get on here and write, and when I do I have nearly no ideas. It makes me sad but it also means, newer things are coming.
I plan to wrap up any loose ends on stories here and that may be the official end. This blog has been an amazing experience with even more amazing people here! The stories, interactions, and everything put together have really made a special place in my heart.
This may not be goodbye fully of course, I still have a love for writing, but it looks like something else has captured my attention to write for. If you'd like to check out my other work that I work on from time to time, when I have time that is, : @graywaynewriter
first things i've read when i became a bo fan was stars headcanons and fics, i loved every single one of them, just want to thank you for your writing and we’ll miss seeing your posts pop up, but i'm really happy good things are coming your way and i hope it keeps coming, you deserve it all <3 @starsomens
Hey ❤ I just read your last post and I just wanted to send you a message. First off, you should be proud of everything that is going on in your life, from your better job to moving into your first apartment. That is AMAZING ❤ Second, I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your work with us. I know that your stories, short/long, one-shots, etc were all amazing to read. My favorite was The Contract (I still go back and reread that one from time to time). So I hope that you continue to leave those so that I can go back and read them again.
I am proud of you and I hope that you continue to stay in touch 💗 You are going to continue to do amazing things. LOVE YOU!
WAAAHHH THIS IS SO SWEET MY HEART
I am going to miss you all so much omg. I'll still float around, be here and there, i'm too attached to the music hehehe. But thank you so much! I really hope things go up and up from here for myself and for you all!
It has been such a long time since I have been here, worked on fanfic and in general just be in the fandom. It took me a long time to think this over and consider my option and everything I love from here.
The music, the people I have met, the support and the talent I have seen, but...
I think it may be time for us to say goodbye to this blog. My life has gotten SO busy.
I got a better job from retail, I'm moving into my first apartment, and my relationship has been amazing! But with so many good things happening I realize I have almost no time I get on here and write, and when I do I have nearly no ideas. It makes me sad but it also means, newer things are coming.
I plan to wrap up any loose ends on stories here and that may be the official end. This blog has been an amazing experience with even more amazing people here! The stories, interactions, and everything put together have really made a special place in my heart.
Note: No warnings, just a follow up and a post after so long, I also am trying a new "style", something more refined??
The mornings were always slow in the estate now.
Not because the world had gotten softer—Noah knew better than anyone that power didn’t grant peace. If anything, it painted a bigger target on your back. But in this moment, in this house, with you and Eden, the chaos of the outside world felt like a distant memory. A lingering ghost waiting politely by the door.
Sunlight spilled into the bedroom, thin and golden, catching on the edge of the silk curtains. You were still asleep, one arm stretched toward the empty space on Noah’s side of the bed, the sheets tangled around your waist. Eden’s soft breathing came from the bassinet near your side, tiny fingers twitching in her sleep.
Noah stood silently in the doorway, freshly dressed in a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show the ink curling up his forearms. His gun sat beside his watch on the vanity—a part of the uniform, never far from reach. Becoming the new boss didn’t mean less danger. If anything, it meant learning to carry it more quietly.
He crossed the room in near silence, pressing a kiss to your forehead without waking you, then leaned over the bassinet. Eden stirred, little fists rising into the air like she was trying to fight the morning off. He smiled faintly. She had your eyes, but that stubborn set in her mouth? That was all him.
“Morning, little shadow,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle across her cheek. “Don’t give your mama hell today.”
A soft knock echoed from the hallway. Noah stepped out and shut the door behind him, where Jolly was already waiting—leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, wearing his usual tailored coat over a white shirt and gold chain, his expression unreadable but respectful.
“Cars are ready,” Jolly said. “Rossi’s people already sent their men ahead. You sure you want to handle this in person?”
Noah adjusted his cuff, nodding. “They need a reminder of who they’re dealing with. They’ve been quiet for too long.”
Jolly smirked. “Fair. You want me in the room or watching from the edge?”
“In the room. Eyes on everything. But keep it clean. We’ve got enough blood to mop from the last meeting.”
They walked together down the corridor, the polished floors reflecting the cold professionalism that had become the new standard under Noah’s rule. The estate was secure—reinforced, remodeled, and layered with defense systems—but Noah had made sure the inside was more than just steel and stone. There were touches of you everywhere. Plants. Books. Soft lighting. The faint sound of Eden’s baby mobile playing somewhere distant.
At the front door, he paused.
“Before we go,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “make sure the perimeter is locked down. No one in or out unless I clear it.”
Jolly nodded. “Got Luca staying back here?”
“No,” Noah said, glancing toward the staircase. “I’m not trusting Eden’s safety to anyone but you or me.”
There was a long pause before Jolly nodded again, this time with more weight behind it. “Understood.”
—
That night, just as the sun slipped beyond the horizon, the door creaked open again. Noah stepped inside quietly, the scent of gunpowder and cologne trailing behind him. The meeting had gone as expected—tense, bloody on the edges, but handled.
You were in the living room, curled on the couch with Eden lying across your chest in a pink sleeper, her head tucked beneath your chin. The TV played quietly in the background, ignored.
You looked up as he entered, and even through your tired smile, he saw it—the relief. The silent exhale of someone who had spent the day waiting for the worst, hoping it wouldn’t come.
He walked over and knelt beside the couch, brushing Eden’s back gently with his palm. Her tiny fingers grabbed at the fabric of his shirt like she knew him—like she knew he was home.
“You’re late,” you whispered.
“I know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I made it back. Just like I promised.”
You leaned into him, letting your head rest against his shoulder, Eden snug between you. And for just a moment, the world stopped spinning.
He had killed for this peace. Bled for it. Taken a throne that had cost him pieces of his soul. But as he sat there with you and Eden, wrapped in the only kind of silence that didn’t feel dangerous.
...
Evening fell like a velvet curtain, slow and heavy over the estate. Outside the windows, the gardens were still, bathed in pale blue light from the moon. Inside, the sharp edges of Noah’s world softened.
Dinner had long been cleared. Jolly had debriefed him in the office two hours ago—Rossi’s family wouldn’t be a problem, not for a while. And for tonight, that was enough. The rest of the world could burn outside the gates. Inside these walls, there was only one priority.
Family.
He stepped into Eden’s nursery quietly, shoulder leaned against the doorframe for a moment as he watched you sway gently with her in your arms. The lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, casting you both in gold. Eden’s little head rested against your shoulder, cheek squished, fists curled, her eyelashes fluttering as she fought off sleep.
“She’s fighting again?” Noah asked in a low voice, lips quirking in a smile.
You gave him a look over your shoulder. “Like father, like daughter. She won’t go down until she sees you.”
You transferred her into his arms easily, like passing him the most fragile treasure, and he took her with that same silent reverence. Eden blinked up at him, bleary-eyed and heavy-lidded, before settling her tiny hand against his chest. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his black henley like they always did—right over his heart.
He rocked her slowly, humming under his breath, something gravelly and quiet—half lullaby, half melody she probably already knew by now. You leaned against the doorframe this time, watching them.
“I handled the meeting,” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Rossi’s cousin won’t be stepping out of line again.”
You nodded. “And Jolly?”
“Posted an extra team on the west lot. He’ll stay late to keep watch. I told him not to bother coming in tomorrow.”
You tilted your head. “You’re getting soft.”
Noah gave a faint scoff, eyes still on Eden. “I’m not soft. I just don’t want to spill blood with baby formula on my shirt.”
A breath of laughter escaped you, tired and warm.
Once Eden was deep in sleep—head heavy, breathing slow—he walked her over to the crib and gently laid her down. Her hand twitched once, and he paused, hand hovering, waiting. But she didn’t wake. She sighed and curled toward her plush bunny.
You stepped up beside him and tucked the blanket gently under her chin. The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, watching the tiny miracle that had cracked both your armor to pieces.
“I still can’t believe she’s ours,” you whispered.
Noah slipped an arm around your waist. “I can. She’s the only good thing I’ve ever made without blood on my hands.”
You looked up at him, expression softening.
He glanced back at Eden once more, then reached to flip on the baby monitor. “Let’s get you to bed too,” he murmured, already pulling you close.
As the two of you left the nursery, he shut the door with careful hands and a heart that felt both too full and too exposed. He didn’t tell you this often, but every time he put Eden to sleep and walked out of that room—alive, safe, whole—he felt like he was cheating death.
No one told him that fatherhood would feel more dangerous than the entire underworld he now ruled.
Thank you so much for the inbox! I have been swamped now that I am in Uni and a new job! Plus, I'm fighting to get some kind of decent housing, so I don't have to drive an hour for school. I still want to come back and write, but I have just been so busy. All I want during my free time is sleep
Hello everyone! I was absent for quite some time, and it has felt like forever! Quite a few things have been happening in my life and a lot of big changes are going to happen very soon.
For one I have finally graduated in my community college with an AA in criminal justice, and in January I will be going onto uni to complete my bachelors! Overall, I just been extremely busy and very backed up with so many things finals week was insane. I was also working two jobs and I was beyond exhausted. I had absolutely no energy in motivation to write anything with all the things going on in my life. But along with the hectic schedule of the last leg of this year, I was also able to have some really good happen to me :) I’ve met someone absolutely amazing and honestly, I have been feeling the happiest I’ve been in this whole year and I have made a lot of steps forward, even though I had to step away from here for a while.
But it is safe to say I have missed you all and I have missed the page! So I guess this is a step of me coming back to tumblr and hopefully writing again!
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