#I love that white uniform on him 🤍

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Pete Maverick Mitchell 😍😍

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One of the best movies! 🤍🙌🏻

A FEW GOOD MEN (1992) dir. Rob Reiner

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𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. this is based in 2051, living in the future, kissing, new feelings (reader & Lo), alcohol consumption, protected sex, riding, missionary, fluff, etc.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

diver by @anitalenia 🤍

There was hardly any difference between humans and robots. In fact, humans were scared to go out in sheer daylight. The government– used humans brains to make robots be it for work, or different things like soldiers. DNA was stolen, and given away for experiments. Human kind was slowly enslaved the end of the world was approaching. So you were born.. your brain was made mostly out of wires but you looked like a human. Your body temperature was warm just like human. Your hair was thick and long and you were aware that you were alive. You were programmed to work for people who would hire you. You completed basic tasks like cooking, cleaning and babysitting children. You were a perfect example of a housewife— you were made to do these things. Of course instead of having a human heart and brain you had adamantium in you. Your eyes were different they were pitch black sclera. You had a dainty very womanly hands– nails painted in purple. Your lips were glossy, your white pearly teeth shined like diamonds. Your cheeks looked like they were blushing. You had so many skills, you loved being you. Everything about you was amazing.. even the strength you possessed. Your features resembled a young female, maybe in her early twenties. Before you left for work, you packed a suitcase. Set of uniforms and you were given clothes.

“She’s all yours. Your contract ends in two months.” The man who brought you to your new place, shook hands with someone named Logan and left you. Logan grabbed the envelope and turned you on, by touching your hand. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled softly– eyelashes so big they were touching your eyelids.

“Hi” you greeted him.

“Hi..” he mumbled back observing you. His eyes taking in your beauty.

“What can I do for you.” You looked around the apartment, slowly walking to the window.

“I don’t know.. you tell me.” He sighed softly pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Your brain automatically told you that drinking is hazardous.

“Well..I can start by cleaning for you. Where should I begin?” You cheered scanning the apartment grabbing the clothes from the sofa.

“If that’s what you want..” His words trailed off slowly, gazing at your every move. You cleaned so well.. by seconds you were washing the dishes. The next moment you were folding his laundry, the next moment you dusted in the living room.

“Well.. you’re fuckin’ made for this kid” he opened the annual you came with. Things were written down how to control you– and how to turn you off and charge you during the nights.

“I didn’t know you require to sleep.” A slight wonder painted his features.

“I do Sir. Full eight hours.” You responded wiping down the counter, moving onto the bathroom to clean.

“No wait.. ugh” Logan was about to stop you but you already started to spray the surfaces and wiping everything down.

“You didn’t have to clean up here too..” taking in your appearance again he noticed how swiftly you handled everything. The sink was covered in blood, he had a little shooting accident and forgot to clean up. His whole apartment was a mess and now it was sparkling clean.

Leaning in the bathroom doorway with the annual book in his hand, reading about rules and resets. Blinking you stopped observing the tiles, stepping inside the bathtub you scrubbed them clean.

“Yeah.. c’on kid you don’t have to do that” slight nervousness washed over his features as he watched you.

“Sir. I’m programmed to complete everything once I start cleaning it.” You responded and he rolled his eyes.

“Knock yourself out. I’m gonna hit the bar” shrugging he threw the annual on the couch and grabbed his jacket.

“Have a nice time sir!” You cheered again.

By the time he returned you had the floors polished too, every corner of his apartment sparkly clean. His bedsheets ironed, the guest room prepared for your stay. Currently you were cooking dinner– you didn’t know what he liked but you did throw out two pizza boxes so you knew the kitchen was not really used for cooking. Having an excellent sense of smell, was one of your characteristics just like humans had. You were not able to taste the food yourself but you made sure it’s very well seasoned. Did you had the groceries delivered to you? Yes you did. Hearing the key lock you straightened your apron and walked to the door to greet him but you were only greeted with a growl. “What is the matter?” You asked, your system telling you that he is injured all over the chest. “Sir!” You followed him to the bathroom watching him stand over the sink removing his jacket finding out the red liquid littered all over his chest was something called ‘blood’ hearing him growl in pain using his strength to push out the bullets which fell into the sink you touched his shoulder. “Can I give you assistance sir?” You asked him, seeing his demeanour shift features softening. “Take a seat” running your hands over the cabinets using your special feature to locate the first aid kit you heard him sink into the couch with a painful sigh.

“Hey kid.. I’m healing alright? It’s not needed.” Putting the first aid kit down you approached him again sitting down next to him zooming in onto his chest seeing the little wounds heal away. Zooming back out you suggested to have dinner.

He shook his head. “I just wanna fuckin sleep. How about later?” You were not able to tell but you felt some kind of different emotion cloud your system. It was different– usually you were not able to tell what you felt but today it felt like sadness. “Of course Sir.” You returned back to kitchen– it was bizarre that you even felt something. After Logan napped, you were sitting next to him waiting patiently. Even though it was after midnight– seeing him wake up you greeted him

“Can I make you a cup of coffee Sir?” Logan sat up eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why are you awake? I thought you needed your eight hours of sleep?” Your features resembled a small smile

“You didn’t put me to sleep Sir…”. Grabbing the annual in his hand again turning the pages quickly he groaned. “I haven’t finished reading this.. look I’m sorry. I will do better” your system was telling you he felt regret. It was amazing you were able to recognise his human feelings but you weren’t nearby ready to feel something yourself it was surprising “It’s totally okay sir.” Making him a cup of coffee while he read the annual he sipped on it. He looked so focused, as he turned to the next page— he stopped. The page was pink with hearts all over it.

“Love mode?” He raised a brow giving you a look you didn’t manage to recognise. But it was between surprised and confused for sure.

“I didn’t quite get that Sir? Most of the robots like myself.. do have love mode.” Tilting your head to take a peek at the page he closed the book.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to activate it.” He responded taking a sip of his coffee.

“Why not Sir? It’s completely safe.” You smile at him.

“I will try my hardest to satisfy your needs.”

“Oh really? My needs?”

You nodded “Of course.”

“Did anyone ever used it on you?” Curiosity rose in his voice. Your response was simple

“No Sir. I am mostly used for cooking, cleaning, and household work…I’m excellent with children.”

Logan raised a brow again “Pretty little thing like you? Just— ugh I’m sorry..” he trailed off.

A smile rose to your cheeks “Yes Sir. That’s what I’m made for” the answer alone was fair enough but he let out a soft sigh. “Right– let’s get you to sleep” offering his hand you gladly took it. It was amazing that your body temperature automatically resembled his the moment of contact. You were something extraordinary– both walking to the guest room you grabbed your pyjama. “Just a moment.” He cleared his throat turning away from you whilst you changed your uniform throwing the worn clothes in the laundry basket. Logan did take a peek at your body, human… goddamn you were all human— the curves of your body were inviting even your naked butt was nothing compared to robots. Pulling out a wire from the back of your neck turning around to face him. “I’m ready Sir. Is there anything I can do for you before resting?” Logan shook his head slowly. “No.. thank you..” he stepped closer to you. Your system was reading his face and there was softness in his expression. Maybe a hint of lust. “Sir did you look at me whilst I changed?” Logan felt embarrassment heat in his face. “I did.” You smiled. “Would you wish to turn on the love mode?” He groaned at your question. “No, I promise you I won’t touch you” he stood his ground. Nodding softly you rested yourself on the bed. Closing your eyes as he set your body to charge. —

Walking to the kitchen stretching his arms he saw how clean it was. Opening the cabinets were stocked— “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows together, refrigerator was full too. Meals prepared, labelled, and even dates written on them. “Did she mealprepped too?” Asking himself reading through the labels. The meals looked very nutritious, very healthy. Looking at the door he had beers stocked alphabetically, even sodas too. Everything set by colour and flavour. Closing his eyes he sighed softly. How could he even live like this for the next two months? And after what? He’d have to rent someone again? Natural struggles like this. Maybe you were to teach him how to live like a human being. The moment in the guest room repeated at the back of his mind, how could he be attracted to a female robot. A machine with no feelings? Was there something wrong with him? He was telling himself that he’s an idiot. Mentally stabbing himself with his claws. Closing the refrigerator after grabbing himself a beer and the opening drawers. The utensils shined, the plates too. The dishwasher was empty and everything neatly put away. He felt satisfied but also..felt bad. He wanted to do this stuff too.. have a proper home. He missed having someone doing it for him maybe having dinners with someone. Charles used to tell him to give this ‘home’ a chance. But how could he? Every love of his life was now deceased. Everyone was just gone— perhaps you could make it all go away. Maybe he was losing his mind after all… he had nothing to lose anymore.

Switching off the lights he sat on the couch again opening the annual. What was love mode?

It peaked his interests, how could possibly a robot satisfy someone? As he read further his eyes widened. Love mode allows the synth, replicate human emotions, such as touch, feelings, desires and needs– it was possible? Leaning to his right he gazed to the guest room seeing you asleep on the bed. Pushing the thoughts away, he gulped on his beer before switching on the flat screen. The news were on, and it was possible to purchase a robot too. If the two month contract would end.. he’d have to hire someone new again or rehire you again. And again, and again. Maybe purchasing you and owning you would be a better idea.. giving you a home. You were constantly rehired and brought to different homes. Like this you could stay with him until the end of time—

Days were long, Logan worked during the week and you were mostly at his apartment making sure everything is clean. You’d take his mail, pick up his calls. Standing by the window seeing the advertisements of your face on the buildings— you were getting warnings that the weather might get even worse. So you decided to call Logan

“Sir, the weather is-” you started and Logan sighed.

“I don’t have time to pick up your calls. It’s just a storm, do not call me to work.”

“But Sir” the line got dead and your system told you he disconnected the line.

Taking an umbrella you left his apartment. Wearing one of his jackets and a hood over your head. You were immune to water or rain it didn’t matter you were allowed to go outside but not alone. Calculating the location of his workplace, you walked until you reached his office. Telling the receptionist you were to see Logan she directed you to his office.

“What are you doing here?” Alarming look on his face told you that he was nothing but worried.

“Umbrella. You needed one Sir– I am programmed to keep you safe and attend all of your needs.” Logan furrowed his eyebrows together feeling his heart skip a beat. Your black eyes lowered to his pulse you could read his heart rate. It was picking up spiking higher than usual. “Sir.. are you alright?” He nodded slowly. He never had someone take care of him or worry for him. Emotions— he felt so many being in your presence and god you would never know how he really felt. Would you?

“Stay here. I have one more meeting and then we can go home.” He told you motioning you to sit down at his office chair and you did as he wished. After a long day and a drive home in complete silence you didn’t make an eye contact with him. You couldn’t read any of his emotions anymore— as if he built this indestructible wall around his feelings protecting himself…after you both entered his apartment he told you he needed a shower.

“Would you like me to warm some dinner for you sir?” You suggested and he nodded “Yes. You can leave it on the table, and brew me some coffee please I will work in my home office.” You nodded. “The coffee is freshly brewed and sweetened sir.” Straightening your ironed apron you warmed up his dinner and did everything he wanted. Hearing the shower running and seeing the door is partly open you wondered how it felt standing beneath warm cascading water. Humans.. they were complex weren’t they?

Standing straight by the kitchen counter you replayed the memories of your first meeting with Mr Howlett. Until he walked out the bathroom having a towel around his waist. You followed after him.

“Sir?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.”

Upon entering you saw him dry his hair.

“Can I help you dress?”

“No, kid. You’re doing way too much around here.”

“Sir.”

“Can I pick fresh pyjamas for you? I ironed them.”

“Knock yourself out, princess”

“But first can I dry you off, there’s water dripping off your body”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” He groaned softly. Oh he wanted it; he wanted you close. He wanted you to dress him, feed him, and be his little housewife. It has been four weeks and he couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Sir? Would you like me to turn on the love mode for you?”

You asked taking a new towel to pat dry his chest.

“Yes.”

— Love mode activated. —

“Please pick percentage for my feelings for you sir” as you dried off his body, logan wondered if this was a good decision.

“75%”

Your system programmed your feelings to 75% percent to his wish.

“Choose the percentage for my affection for you sir”

“80%”

Logan watched you slowly dry every drop off his chest gracefully holding that towel.

“Choose the percentage for my lust sir”

“90%”

“You’ve successfully activated your love mode. It has been saved and now you can use me to satisfy your needs” as you said those words Logan watched your face changing. Your lips got glossier, your cheeks reddened and your eyes hooded. That’s how it worked.. you became even more beautiful, maybe in a sexiest ways possible. So alluring.. so inviting no man could ever refuse you

Logan cupped your cheek. You dropped the towel, your own hands started to wander over his naked chest exploring his toned abdomen. Pushing him on the bed slowly so he landed on his back you climbed on top of him. Opening his towel. Your fingers touching his erection, slowly. Thumb circling the pink swollen tip. “Do we have protection sir?” Logan nodded. “Yeah.. I do” his breathing hitched as you cupped his growing aching cock. Reaching in his bedside table he pulled protection, a condom. You let out a small moan as you started to roll the condom over his cock. He watched you— you became so different with the love mode and his desire for you was deepening. He couldn’t hide it, you were everything that he ever wanted. Taking care of him so well. “Take it off..” he whispered eyes hooded with lust. Undoing your apron, then your maid dress your naked body was revealed to him. Your pussy looked so small. He tested your folds and you closed your eyes releasing a soft moan. “You were made for this weren’t you princess? Your pussy is moist. How can that even happen” he breathed sliding a finger between your folds. “Fuck..” he cursed eyes glued to your perky breasts. God your nipples were hardened, and peaked so beautifully. Just like an ordinary female “I was made for you Sir..” you lustfully breathed but before you sank down on his protected cock he flipped you over so he was on top of you. “Please Sir.. use me. I can make it all go away.. I’m yours” you spoke softly observing his protected cock. Logan lowered himself on top of you completely, your hands caressed the small of his back as he slowly found your perfect pussy and inserted his cock right inside of you.

— Love overdrive —

“Mmmm!” Your cute little moan was everything that he ever wanted to her before he snapped his hips into you. Your little whimpers and moans only spurred him on “needy little thing aren’t you bub? love mode? you were made for this cock” you nodded rapidly sliding your arms around him and your thighs around his hips. “Yes sir, made for you and your cock” repeating his words your glossy lips remained parted and moans flowing out. Your pussy is being filled and repeatedly and you never experienced love mode. It was your first time. The creamy substance which coated his protected cock was your own lubrication even though you were created only to satisfy his needs, you felt like a human. “Kiss me..” holding the back of his hair as he nuzzled his face between your breasts harshly breathing he slid his large arm behind your neck slightly prodding you up towards his lips. His mouth connected to yours in a soft kiss and you closed your eyes at the experience, clinging your whole body around him. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and your moans only increased in volume clouding his mind making him love struck. His heartbeat spiked, as he needily rolled his hips against yours putting all of his cock in and you barely withdrawing and moving back in again. Your system was pink, your vision was pink the whole while as you made love. “I love you Sir..” you mumbled against his lips and Logan growled out “You love me huh? Perfect little thing, but fuck I love you too” he watched your perfect breasts bounce to his thrusts until he flipped you right back. You were on top of him his cock buried right inside of you. Your small hands lying flat on his chest, biting your lower lip you started to bounce on his cock. Throwing your head back, your long wavy curls covering your back and logan seized your waist in his large palms exploring your breasts listening to your moans and whimpers as you took all of his length. “Shit.. I- fuck.. I’m gonna..” he gasped for breath as you rose up and down his length making sure you nestled him right in you, your hips picked up the speed as you bounced faster letting him grope your breasts letting out the loudest growls you have ever heard. Those growls were followed by soft moans as he halted your hips bucking up into you reaching his high letting out a breathless whimper. “Fuck.. ughhhh..” you cooed cupping his cheeks leaning down to give him a soft kiss and he responded softly. Sliding out of you slowly he rolled on top of you planting soft kisses on your glossy lips and you watched him dispose the use condom. You were so much at all at once that he couldn’t last as long as he planned with you. “Would you like me to switch off the love mode, sir?” Logan shook his head slowly. “No.. please.” A smile greeted your face and your hands entwined, your fingers joining. “Would you like me to run you a bath sir?” You asked him gazing up at him. “I’m exhausted..” he whispered. Noticing how your expression changed again, it was back to normal yet that hint of love remained. “Sleep Sir..” you kissed his lips watching him then roll over to the empty side immediately passing out. It was only natural that men needed sleep after sex, and you understood that so you left his bed and collected your clothes. After cleaning up in the bathroom like a woman supposed to do, your system was telling you to do it. With a damp cloth— then you changed into your pyjama getting your needed rest too charging up for the next day. Your memory replayed before sleeping, it was more then satisfying.

for both of you.

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this is complete work of fiction, any mistakes typos I apologise in advance.

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hi hi hi!! I love you work so much! I was wondering if I could request "secretly holding hands while standing beside each other at a bonfire" with eddie?? 🤍🤍

i had an idea and ran with it so it's a wee bit different from the original prompt, but i hope you like it! — you and eddie try to keep your relationship a secret at the senior class bonfire (secret relationship, cheerleader!reader fluff, 1.5k)

fictober leftovers (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Wearing your cheer uniform to the Hawkins High bonfire was a bad idea. Not ditching it to hang out with Eddie was worse.

You’re left constantly looking over your shoulder for him, eager to break away from the mindless conversations and find meaning in the autumn in the boy everyone called a freak. 

You think you’re being subtle about it until Tina Burton cuts herself off mid-sentence to ask, “What are you looking for?” She sounds annoyed with you, borderline offended ‘cause you aren’t hanging on every word she says.

She’s captain of the cheer squad, so you fluster like you’re being genuinely scolded. “Hm? Oh— nothing. It’s… It’s nothing,” you stammer and look down at your feet, toeing at the tall grass with your white sneakers.

She squints past you, unconvinced. “Okay…”

When she starts rambling again, you try hard to pay attention. None of the words make any sense, though. Your brain noise is too loud. It’s all just Eddie Eddie Eddie.

When a muffled heavy metal bass starts to blare in the distance, it feels almost like you’ve willed him.

This time when you glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s van swing haphazardly into a gravel parking spot. The music comes to a sudden halt when your boy hops out of the driver’s seat, bathed golden from the amber streetlights.

You’re grinning wide the second you see him, smiling harder than anyone ever has before. He catches you all but sparkling at the sight of him, and when he flashes you a crooked grin, you have to look away before you burst entirely.

Chrissy sees your smiling cheeks and the way you hold the expression between your teeth. She nudges you and teases, “What’s that look for, huh?”

You don’t have the words to answer her, so you just shake your head and try to hide the brightness of your beaming.

You glance back again, still trying to be lowkey about the whole thing, and find the rest of Eddie’s friends filing out of the back of his old van. He’s still looking at you, with a smile as wild as his frizzy curls.

He nods over to the empty woods in a silent plea to get you alone.

With a fluttering heart, you nod back at him. 

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna get some more cocoa,” you announce suddenly, cutting Tina off mid-sentence and scurrying off before anyone can stop you.

You make sure no one’s looking when you duck past the drink table and head towards the blackened woods. You’re not as scared as you probably should be when you step through the tree line. You figure there’s not much of a reason to be — not when you know Eddie’s out here waiting for you, anyway.

The boy grabs you suddenly from behind. You squeal into the starry night, giggling while he laughs into your shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” you scold, shoving him with a playful hand when you turn around to face him. “I’ve been waiting on you for forever.”

Eddie shrugs with a lopsided grin. “I’m a rockstar, babe. I’m fashionably late— it’s my thing.”

“Right,” you monotone with the roll of your eyes.

You look too pretty not to kiss. Eddie leans down for a swift peck, then grows quickly drunk on the hot cocoa-peppermint chapstick mixture in your mouth. He ducks down again, this time for something more languid.

His plush mouth presses and lingers against yours, innocuous still. He tastes like nicotine and diner food. If domesticity had a taste, you think it’d taste just like this.

Eddie parts from you with a drunken hesitance, wearing your blush pink lipstick on his swollen mouth. Something primal swells in the pit of your stomach. It feels almost like you own him. 

His chocolate eyes squint at your mischievous grin. “…What?”

“You have my lipstick all over your mouth.”

It makes him smile, too. He feels more like he’s yours now that he’s got evidence of you. He’d wear you all over if he could. He doesn’t ever want to wipe it off.

“Metal,” he mumbles all boyish, with your rosy lipstick smeared along his mouth.

His crooked grin ebbs when he notices you shivering. His bushy brows pinch in concern. 

“You cold?”

You shrug and cross your arms over your chest, hugging yourself for warmth. “Yeah. I’m used to it, though. Normally, I’d wear tights under my skirt, but I figured I’d get too hot during the bonfire…”

You trail off when Eddie starts to shrug off his leather jacket.

“No, Eds.”

“What?”

“You’ll be cold!”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you’ll get sick,” you whine as his arms wrap around you to put the black cloth over your shoulders. It almost fully conceals your green and white cheer uniform.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Eddie chuckles. “Here, put your arms in.”

You listen but complain the entire time. “You’ll get sick, and you won’t be able to play at your shows, and the bar will be so boring without you.”

Eddie scoffs. If Corroded Coffin couldn’t play their Tuesday night shows, it would just be another Tuesday night at the Hideout. Nothing would change except their seven-to-nine slot being empty. He loves that you think so highly of him, though.

“Well, the only other option is you getting sick and Hawkins losing their best cheerleader. And what would Jason Carver do without you cheering on his mediocrity, huh?”

You roll your eyes with a grumbled “Shut up…”

He smiles again and leans in with the intention to kiss you stupid.  A tree limb cracks sharply in the distance before he can. The two of you stumble back from each other on instinct.

Jason Carver appears from the darkened woods, scarier than any psycho-killing maniac that could be roaming these woods at this very moment.

“Speak of the devil, and the devil appears,” Eddie lilts under his breath.

“Jason,” you sigh, breathless for a reason you can’t name. “What are you… What are you doing here?”

“Tina said she saw you walking into the woods… I wanted to make sure you were alright,” the blonde boy answers with a squint to his stone-blue eyes. His gaze darts between you and Eddie, like he’s trying to make sense of the two of you.

The wild-haired boy scoffs and rolls his eyes. How fucking chivalrous, he thinks bitterly to himself.

“Is this freak bothering you?” Jason asks you, a sense of protectiveness coating his words.

He says it like you’re not wearing Eddie’s jacket. Like Eddie’s not wearing your pink lipstick on his mouth.

Still, you smile kindly and shake your head. “Nope. I’m okay.”

“Yeah,” the brunette boy shrugs with a crooked grin. “We’re just talkin’, Carver.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, freak,” Jason bites back.

“We’re fine,” you intervene, voice wavering in fear of the situation becoming bigger than you can handle. “I’ll be back in a flash. I promise.”

Jason’s eyes narrow one last time at Eddie before he ultimately decides to leave.

You let out a shaking sigh when he’s gone.

Eddie laughs. “What a fucking idiot…”

Jason’s got so much muscle in his arms that there’s nothing left for his brain. He still thinks he’s hot shit — star quarterback, free ride to a fancy school — why should the prettiest cheerleader in school be off limits? He still thinks he has a shot with you, no idea that you’re already Eddie’s.

“We should go back out there,” you announce when it gets too quiet. “If Tina’s talking, she’s already gonna give me shit for disappearing.”

“Do you wanna go first, or should I?” Eddie asks. It’s muscle memory at this point. The scheming, the hiding — it’s all the two of you have ever known.

Still, you shift your weight on your feet. Your hands wring together as you draw mindless shapes in the dirt with your sneakers. “I don’t know…” you murmur with a shrug. “We could go together, maybe?”

“Together?”

“Yeah. I mean, we don’t have to, but it beats Jason always intervening when we’re together ‘cause he thinks you’re kidnapping me or something.” 

The laugh you let out is halfway forced. You find yourself so suddenly fearful of rejection. Maybe Eddie doesn’t want to be public with you. Maybe he’s hiding because he doesn’t want people to know he likes you.

The boy melts. His features soften as he nears you, wide palms rubbing at your arms in a feeble attempt to keep you warm. “Are you sure you wanna do that, babe?” he wonders with a trembling laugh. “If people know about us— it’ll, like, fuckin’ destroy your rep.”

“I don’t have a rep.”

Eddie’s brows raise. His dark eyes sparkle expectantly.

You’re on your way to being prom queen — with Jason fucking Carver right beside you as king. Everyone knows it. And you know it, too, so you concede with a sigh.

“Well, I care more about you than some stupid reputation, okay? I deserve to spend time with my boyfriend without having to worry about what everyone else is thinking.”

Eddie grins. His heart swells with so much warmth he’s slightly fearful it might burst. He’s never felt prouder of you — prouder to love you. Despite feeling distantly undeserving of your adoration, he nods in response.

“Alright, then… Let’s go break some fucking necks.”

[tarnishedsilverjewelry]

Happy New Year! I was wondering if you could write a Smoke x reader about the reader at a New Year's party at Johnny's house and Smoke tries to get close to the reader so he could give her a kiss on New Year's?

New years kiss

A/N: Im so sorry this is so late guys I had to draft this like 7 times bc I hated the dialogue I wrote:( ALSO ugh Tomas my BABBYYY also I also made y/n chubby bc I said so. ALSO HARUMI IS HERE BC I LOVE HER🗣️🗣️🗣️

Warnings: possibly ooc smoke and use of Y/n. Don’t like Y/n? Don’t read it🤍

Johnny had invited Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Harumi to a New Years Even Party. Johnny had raved about seeing the ball drop and having a night of simple, good fun.

Harumi, who’d spent a good portion of her life in a far off corner of the world begged Kuai Liang to go, because she wanted to experience a true American New Years Eve celebration

Kuai hadn’t been able to say no to her, and agreed to go but asked Tomas to come too since the last time they’d had a celebration Bi Han had nearly killed her. They arrived in a week early and Johnny helped them put together more civilian type outfits instead of their ninja uniforms

Tomas shifted uncomfortably in his clothes, he hadn’t had many chances to wear clothes like these since his adoption. Kuai was in a similar situation, but managed to get past it when Harumi would twirl around in front of Johnny giant mirror “Do I look American?” She asked, twirling herself into his brothers arms

“I was going to say ravishing, my lotus.” Tomas walked out of the room to ignore their affectionate nature.

Kuai Liang was dressed in a plain white undershirt with a long sleeved deep navy button up with matching pants and a brown belt with a brassy-gold buckle, matching brown dress shoes. Kuai Liangs sleeves had been roiled up to his elbow and the top few buttons left unbuttoned so everyone could see his undershirt peaking out. Johnny had lent him a gold watch and a few necklaces to wear to tie the outfit together.

Harumi had been handed a tight black dress with sparkling silver straps, a pair of black high heels (which she took a few minutes to actually be able to walk in), and a sparkly headband to help keep her hair back.

Tomas had a pair of black dress pants on, with black dress shoes, a black belt with a silver buckle, white undershirt and a black long sleeved button up. He kept his shirt fully buttoned but still rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Instead of gold jewelry he had a silver watch, a few bangle bracelets on the other wrist, a few rings he saw in the mall, and some of Johnnys silver necklaces

They had helped Johnny set up the party and greet the catering staff he’d hired to bartend and to feed everyone. People started arriving in groups quickly, and the music was blaring loudly. Harumi and Kuai Liang were dancing together happily, while Tomas uncomfortably slipped out onto the balcony

The music was still just as loud, but being away from the crowd soothed him somewhat. The beer bottle in his hands was mostly full, it being a drink he didn’t even like, clanked gently against the railing.

Happily detached from the crowd he saw a small group of women being welcomed by Johnny. He greeted them with big smiles and hugs, and directed them to a coat closet. One however stuck out to him. Long hair pulled into a slicked back bun, chunky gold earrings, a tight black sleeveless dress that clung to every curve of her torso, and her thick ass. The dress ended just below her bottom, and her thighs were clad in red tights, and she wore a pair of small dark red kitten heels with pointed toes and a shiny silver buckle on the top of them

Tomas felt his mouth dry out, and his pants tighten. By the elder gods she was gorgeous. Her small but plump lips were pulled into a wide smile that bared all her teeth.

Gods even her teeth were nice. He’d seen plenty of straight and glaringly white teeth in arriving groups. But hers weren’t. They were yellowed and slightly crooked, and fit her face much better than the ‘veneers’ as Johnny called them.

He needed to be close to her. Hear her voice, her laugh. He had to. Every fiber of his being was vibrating to be near her. He needed to see the crinkles around the corners of her eyes up close, see the smile lines around her pretty mouth, feel every curve of her body with his hands, feel her hands running over his body gently

She walked over to the bar tender and was poured a glass of red wine before walking over to her friends and talking happily to them. He watched them for a half an hour from the balcony, eyes focused spilt on her when she turned her head to look at him.

Tomas felt his eyes widen and face burn in embarrassment, he dropped his eyes to the floor as the air in his body left him. He hadn’t even gathered the courage to talk to you and he’d already wasted his chances. Fuck.

Slowly he looked up, eyes zeroing in on you easily, and you smiled at him. Tomas felt the blush on his face worsen, but he smiled back. He even managed a little wave, that made you smile harder your pudgy frame shaking from laughter. But you waved back.

You on the other hand were giggling with your friends, who were trying to get you to talk to him. “Go talk to him! He’s seriously like…transfixed by you!” One said. Another joked “I knew you were secretly a siren!” You snorted. “Oh…I don’t know. You know guys don’t really like me for…me.” You admitted ashamed.

Your free hand pressed against your bulging stomach, and all the memories flooded through your mind. “Girl, I love you. But those people suck. They’re painfully insecure douches who don’t deserve the time of day! Look, Johnnys your cousin he invited everyone! Ask him about the guy, since he never invites anyone but people he knows and trusts!” Your third friend said, already waving your older cousin over.

Johnny was your rock through every guy who’d hurt you, and you’d stuck with him even before he started directing the Mortal Kombat movies and his fame skyrocketed. “Hey! What’s up?” He asked throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Who’s that guy? We’re trying to get Y/n to talk to him! He’s like…in awe of her!” Johnny followed her finger and huffed.

“That my friend Tomas, he and his brother and sister-in-law are visiting from Japan. He’s really nice, and as much as I’d like to say stay away from him..I don’t think you will.” He admitted, pressing a kiss to your head and walked back over to welcome the last group of people to arrive

You were about to go over and talk to him, when a very familiar song came on. “Come on! You can talk to him after our song!” You laughed and let them pull you on the dance floor. You laughed happily, eyes straying over to Tomas who now sat on the couch staring at you

You danced happily with your friends, unaware of Tomas who was currently wiggling his way through the crowd of dancing people. His eyes scanned you up and down enjoying the way your body moved with the music.

It seemed your friend had saw him approaching and ended up slowly pushing you back towards him as the song went on, because one half step backwards and you were standing back-to-chest with him

His face was a deep red and his hands were stiffly by his side. You admired his face, and made the choice to grab his hands and place them on your hips. Immediately his grip tightly slightly, then you leaned back into him and continued to dance with the music. Tomas followed your lead

This continued for a few songs, and not once did your leave stray from each others face. His hands however strayed from your hips, and roamed your sides, shoulders, hands, stomach. Like he was mapping out your body with his hands.

You were a bit shorter than him, being 5’4” to his 6’1, and came up to just past his shoulders in your shoes. Tomas craned his neck to face you, and he struggled to not tear you away from the dance floor and keep you for himself

His hands pulled you to be more flush against him, and your arms went up to loop around his neck. Your fingers brushed abound the back of his neck and his jawline softly. Tomas leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

Your hands continued to brush against his neck, and his continued to wander over your body. You didn’t close your eyes, instead opting to map out his face in close detail.

You two were alone in your own world, when suddenly a hand try to pull you from Tomas. Startled you looked over to see a man, nondescript and boring grinning at you. He was saying something, but you could care less. Then he tried to pull you away from Tomas (who was surprisingly strong), but Tomas smacked his hand away with a glare.

Gently, so gently, Tomas pushed you behind him and away from the man. The man took this opportunity to try and pick a fight with Tomas and when people swarmed around them you were pushed off of the dance floor.

Your friends joined you and took you to the bathroom. There, helped you fix your hair, and pelted you with questions. “We were dancing, and it was like it was just us. Alone in our own world when this guy, who’s probably been deemed the new big thing because he looked young, tried to pull me away from him!” You scoffed, looking in the mirror to fix your lipstick. “But Tomas smacked his hand away, and pushed me behind him and then he tried to like attack him! I got pushed aside by the crowd.” You huffed.

You desperately wished that you knew where he was, or that he was here with you. You wanted to feel his hands on you again, hear his voice. But instead you let your friends pull you around and socialized. Eyes swiveling around for Tomas

Tomas pushed the man off him, and blocked his punches and kickes until Johnny came over and threw the guy out. A few women then turned their sights on him and swarmed him. Uncomfortably he sent Kuai Liang a desperate glance, and was thankfully saved by his brother and sister.

He departed from them and started walking laps around the house, looking for you. His eyes were slightly frantic. What if you’d gotten hurt? What if you were mad at him.

The night continued on, 9 turned to 10 and 10 to 11 and he still couldn’t find you. He’d searched every corner of every room, every crowd, the bar the catering staff, he’d looked everywhere he could think of. He glanced at his borrowed watch, 11:36, and frowned deeper. Kuai Liang and Harumi had migrated to the back yard where it was quieter. He’d seen them on his many laps around the house.

Tomas did three more laps around the house, and growled in frustration. Had you left? What if you left with someone else? What if you didn’t want to see him again? He chilled the time again. 11:49.

Finally accepting his defeat he took his original position on the balcony, staring out at the hoard of people. A part of him hoped to see you in the crowd, and rush down to you. He deflated further and checked the time again. 11:52.

At 11:54 he thought he saw you in the crowd, but she wore blue tights not red. 11:56 he saw your friend group lingering in the backyard, but no you.

He checked his watch again. It was 11:57, when he heard a little gasp. “It’s you.” Whirling around he was met with the sight of you. “It’s me.” He nodded dumbly. “I’ve been looking for you. I thought you left or got kicked out.” You admitted, taking a step forward. “No, I’ve..also been looking for you. I thought you left.” He laughed, slightly embarrassed.

You took another step forward, and his hands regained their place on your hips. “Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You said suddenly. “Ah, my name is Tomas. I…” he trailed off, voice failing. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck again. He pulled you against his chest again. He glanced at his watch again. 11:59.

“Would…you like to be my New Years kiss?” He watched a smile stretch across your pretty face. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to do a lot more than just kiss you. But sure. I’ll be your new years kiss.” Tomas blushed red, and you snorted.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy new years!”

Distantly, Tomas was aware of fireworks exploding and people cheering. But all he could feel was bliss. Your lips were soft, and the gloss you wore tasted like cupcakes. Your lips locked onto his left Tomas feeling a feeling of pure euphoria. Pulling away, you pressed your face into his shoulder. “Happy New Years, Y/n” “Happy New Years, Tomas.”

Bonus! Dialogue between kombatants

Tomas: Thank you for inviting me to your party Johnny. I had a wonderful time!

Johnny: More like you and Y/n had a wonderful time!

Johnny: Still can’t believe you’re hooking uo with my baby cousin!

Tomas: We’re not just hooking up!…Whatever that is

Raiden: You’ll have to introduce us to your new infatuation, Tomas

Tomas: Yes I think you’ll get along very well

Tomas: Do you know what ‘hooking up’ is Johnny says Y/n and I do that

Raiden: Uhhh..ask Johnny

[chelseypprimrose]

Cheerleading Practice / Negan x Reader / Pre-Apocalypse

Warnings: daddy kink, oral (female receiving), soft!dom Negan, stepdaughter/stepdad relationship, use of one degrading name (slut), shower sex, masturbation(female), facial.

think that’s all of them, let me know if I missed any.

I wrote something similar to this many moons ago but I just can’t get enough of shower sex with Negan lol 🤍

“And five, six, seven, eight!” You called out to the rest of the girls, them following your routine down to a T. With the big game right around the corner, you’d scheduled more practice sessions with everyone, wanting to make sure you nailed this performance as the final was always the most important and had the biggest attendance numbers of all the games during the season. Your squad was made up of 10 girls including yourself, being elected the cheer captain at the start of the year. You were lucky to have such a lovely group of friends that you had made through cheer squad and they always gave you 100%.

You watched as the girls ran through the routine for about the 50th time, giving pointers on some of the moves that were a little harder to master. You gave a demonstration of a harder move that required all the girls to execute, the pyramid. Your friends, Kate and Leigh, had a hold of your legs as your feet were situated on their hands as you raised your arms, beaming smile on your face.

The music rang in your ears as you were thrown in the air being caught by your girls when you gracefully came back down. “Yes! Brilliant girls, you were all amazing! I think we are ready, next session will be on Thursday, please remember to practice at home in the mean time, get home safe!” You told everyone as they all gave each other a round of applause and grabbed their bags to head home. You grabbed your own belongings and headed towards the girls bathroom in the corner of the school hall.

Opening your locker up, you placed your gym bag inside, grabbing your white towel and toiletries bag to head towards the showers, turning the dial on as the water started to heat up. Taking off your cheer uniform, a small red tank top with the schools logo on the front and short matching skirt, you chucked them to the side, now fully naked.

Stepping into the shower, you took your hair out of ponytail you’d put it in before practice, letting your fingers run through to get out any kinks and tangles out.

With the water spraying on you, your mind wandered to your activities with Negan a few short weeks ago. You knew it was wrong, lusting over a man who not only was around 10 years your senior, but also with your mother. You let out a deep sigh, you couldn’t help but want him even more. You couldn’t deny how handsome he was, how charming he was, how he lit your body on fire just being around him. You felt your body getting hot, just replaying the way he’d made you cum all over his fingers, the feeling of nirvana when he kissed your neck, hitting that sweet spot at the base. You closed your eyes, leaning on the back of the wall in the shower, your hands running down your body until you got to your slick heat between your legs, you needed release, your fingers coming down onto your clit, moving in slow circles. Your other hand squeezing your erect nipples as you pictured Negan above you as he had been those weeks ago.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers quickening, wanting to avoid being caught in such an embarrassing predicament.

“Shit doll, is this a post training ritual?” You gasped as you opened your eyes at lightening speed, the very man that had caused you to be doing this, the one you’d been thinking about, right in front of you with a massive grin covering his features. “Negan?! What the fuck, this is the girls bathroom? What if someone saw you come in?” You shouted, trying to push past him to grab your towel that was on the top of the cubical that surrounded the shower.

“Calm down, I made sure that I was extra fucking careful. I had to come find you after watching that performance.” Your eyebrows raised in a confused look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me watching you? Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you in that tight little outfit, got me hard as a rock that shit did, doll face.” He pushed back your wet hair, exposing your breasts to him in full view. “Want to give me a little one on one performance right now?” He asked, his hands going from your hair to your breasts, playing with your nipples, your heat getting slicker than it already was, his eyes meeting yours.

You went against every better judgement in your head as you pulled him closer, your hands grabbing the bottom of his tight fit black T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His hands placed on your neck, capturing your mouth with his as you helped him step out of his gym shorts, hitting the ground with a wet slap.

“God, this is all I’ve been thinking about for days, I need you Negan.” You mumbled against his lips, you couldn’t get enough of him. “I know doll, you haven’t made it easy on me. All I wanted to do at breakfast was pull down your little shorts and take you right there on the table. Shit doll, you are like a drug I just can’t quit.” He replied, picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the shower wall, his cock now full erect, leaking with pre cum.

He slid down to his knees, you on your tippy toes focusing on not slipping over on the wet floor, the water raining down on you both. Negan’s face between your legs, he gave small kisses to the inside of your thighs, the anticipation building up right in the middle of your core. You whimpered, trying to grind your pussy into his tongue, him resisting by gripping your thighs. “Now, now sweetheart, good things come to good girls who wait.” He let out a small chuckle, turning his focus back to your clit, every stroke with his tongue feeling like heaven.

You pulled him up from his position on the floor, your mouth connecting to his, tasting yourself on his lips. “Fuck, daddy! I need you inside me now. Please.” You moaned out, as he turned you around, the front of your body smashed against the cold wall of the shower. He lined himself up at your hole, his swollen tip teasing you by running across your opening. “You always look so fucking sexy like this doll, begging me to fuck you raw.” He whispered in your ear, finally filling you up with his hard cock. You whimpered at the feeling, pleasure already taking over you before he’d even started moving.

His hips started to rotate, thrusts starting off slowly, stretching you out like no one else had been able to, like maybe no one ever would be able to do. Negan picked up the place, your hands coming out to steady yourself against the wall, his hands grabbing in your hair and yanking it back, so you were looking up to the ceiling. You tried to move one of your hands down to your clit, Negan grabbing your arm and holding it in place behind your back. “No touching yourself doll, I want your pleasure to come only from me.” He growled out, his breathing quickening, little groans and moans leaving his lips as he slammed into you. His other hand leaving your hair to come down hard on your ass, the slapping sound filling the room along with the beautiful sound of your skin slapping together as your bodies came together.

You clenched around his cock inside you, your vision becoming blurred as you let the pleasure build up inside your core. “Daddy I’m so fucking close, please!” You could feel your heart beating faster, a small sheen of sweat coating your forehead, washed away by the water still running down both your bodies. “That’s it my dirty girl, cum around daddy’s cock for me.”

That was the only permission you needed as you let your body go, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. You let out moans that would make a porn star blush, just feeling euphoric as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it had come. You gave a small push of Negan, his dick leaving you, making you feel empty. You turned to face him, willingly getting on your knees as he started to jerk his cock at a quick pace, the white, hot spurts of cum coating your face with a dozy smile on your face as you licked off the remanence off your lips, the salty taste satisfying you.

“Goddamn, that’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. You dirty little slut.”

Negan throwing his head back, closing his eyes, letting his body shake and his hands resting on the sides of your cheeks. Both your breathing came to a slower rate, your hands gripped on the outers of his thighs, standing up back to your feet, Negan looked back at you with a deep smile on his face.

“Shit doll, you! You are going to be a fucking problem for me.” He laughed, pecking you on the side of your face.

[fizzing-imagines]

Camp | Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Notes: I rly like this one, and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do 🤍

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Sexual Innuendos

"I'm so tired.", Jesse sighted while sitting down next to you around the bonfire. "Go to bed then, we're not forcing you.", you simply replied while putting your marshmallow on a stick. All week, Jesse wouldn't shut up about how tired she was and that cheer camo was so exhausting. God, she was annoying. At the same time, she still stayed.

Because cheer camp this time was grouped with the basketball camp. Since this camp was only for teams in Indiana and not many signed up, you were grouped together for financial reasons. And Jesse was desperately to get Mark Lewinski's attention with her Damsel In Distress tactic. Unfortunately, it worked when he helped her get up and brought her to her dorm.

A small "Oooh." went around the group of basketball players and cheerleaders as they looked after them. You didn't care; the marshmallow you were roasting was much more important. Chrissy got comfortable next to you and watched your candy go crispy brown before you took it out, blew on it a bit and then proceeded to eat it. "CN you make me one, too?", she asked you in her usual soft, yet cheery voice. Since your mouth was full, you nodded and put another marshmallow on your stick.

Billy was watching you through the flames from the other side. The gooey candy was leaving a white string on your lips and chin. It made his imagination go wild, just the same way it went wild when he saw a glimpses of your ass during practice earlier. The things he'd do to you, if you let him.

Steve was watching you from the side. To him, you looked adorable with your mouth full. He liked the way you enjoyed the little treat, and how you showed Chrissy how to make it the same way you did. Just how he liked the way you high-fived your teammates earlier after a pep-talk. The things he'd do to you, if you let him.

Steve fell from his glory as king when Billy stepped into the picture. Well, the actual reason was long before that, but if he can blame someone else the blow of it wouldn't be that hard. He came to camp to prove that he still deserved that title; to himself and others.

Billy was basking in the glory right now. All the girls wanted him, the team loved him. What more could he ask for? He was at camp to get girls; especially you.

You were playing hard to get, that's the one thing both would agree on if said out loud. Even if they meant it in different ways. You were amazing at cheerleading, gave good pep talks and were eager to help while also speaking your mind. Both were attracted to you, although the type of attraction was different for the two boys.

"I think if we add two cupies in the routine, we have a chance at regionals.", you said to Chrissy while she was munching on her marshmallow. She couldn't responde until she swallowed her first bite, but the raised eyebrow was a giveaway. "Do you think we can do that?", she asked you. While she was team captain, Chrissy was well aware of the fact that you also did cheerleading outside of school and had a few more years of experience than her. "I know I can do it, and I trust my base. I think Stephanie could learn it, too."

Steve listened and watched from afar in awe. Your passion was beautiful; it was what made you attractive to him in the first place. Every time you stepped onto the basketball court to cheer for the Hawkins basketball team, he fell for you more. And when you comforted his team after loosing, he couldn't be mad about the failed game. Because you were always there.

Billy only imagined you spinning in the air, seeing your ass underneath that uniform. That's why he loved seeing you on the court. He wanted nothing more than for you to show him your moves in his bed. Especial how flexible you were. The positions he could throw you in...

"I think I'll get to bed. I need to be up for practice, if we're gonna do that." You stretched while getting up; Billy had a perfect view of your hips and Steve had a perfect view of your adorably tired face. "I'll come with you, I was gonna go to bed soon as well.", Steve quickly said while getting up. You gave him a small smile and a nod. "Good, because I'm a bit scared of the dark." You two started walking towards the dorms, leaving Billy behind with a mind full of anger. How dare Harrington get between his plans?

"Well, whatever raccoons might be out there, I'll protect you from them.", he joked while walking beside you. A laugh left your lips - a beautiful sound to Steve - at his words. "Oh yeah, they might have rabies." He laughed as well. "I'd catch rabies to protect you." The fact that Steve had a crush on you was obvious to you. He flirted at any occasion, it was so clear to see like a snake jumping into your face. At the same time, his flirting humoured you. "What a cavalier.", you joked. "Don't think you can protect me for long if you have rabies, though. And the basketball team needs you." He was a good player but since his fall from glory, Steve greatly underestimated himself. It was a bit sad to see, since you saw his potential. "They'll be fine without me. I'll graduate in a few months anyways.", he stated while looking up at the stars.

You hit his side with your elbow, though not to hard. "You know why Billy is so good?" Why did you have to mention Billy out of all people? "Because he's a cocky asshole. He knows he's good, so he's good." You calling Billy an asshole actually felt good, for some reason. "You're good, but you don't know it. So be a bit cocky, just maybe not an asshole." You both laughed, shortly before he dropped you off at your dorm.

You know he's good. That's what he thought about while laying in bed.

"Looking good up there, Ms. (Y/L/N).", Billy commented while he watched you standing on the hands of your base while holding a split. "You're distracting me.", you warned him. "I think you're the one distracting me, actually.", he continued. Your base let you down and set you to the ground while most of the girls from your team made a small "Oooh." sound. With an eyeroll, you walked over to him. "Can I help you?", you asked. He was shirtless, as per usual, and looking down at you with a smug smirk. "I can think of something you can help me with.", Billy said, still smirking. "And I can think of something I don't wanna help you with.", you replied as you propped your hands on your hips. He took a step closer to you, although his smirk faltered a bit. "And I can think of something between us that you're denying." Billy leaned towards your ear and started whispering. "Harrington is just a pretty boy. I can make you see stars, baby."

It was at this very moment that you realized one thing and decided another: Billy and Steve were fighting over you, and you'd use that as entertainment for the next two weeks at camp.

"We could go skinny dipping.", Stephanie suggested while you two walked away from practice to go see the basketball team as they finished up. Her boyfriend Chance was on the team, and she loved watching him play. But her suggestion was a bit odd. "Maybe in my underwear. I'm not getting naked in front of you-know-who." She laughed a bit and nodded. "Nobody's stopping you from wearing your bikini. But some of us are gonna enjoy getting naked. Amy has been eyeing Billy for a while now." The mention of Billy made you smirk, but in a humoured way. "She can have him, I don't care." You stopped in front of the gym and put your hands in your pockets. "I need to make a call, but I'll see you at the lake later."

You decided to wear your bikini to the lake. Fortunately, nobody really felt the skinny dipping mood which meant pretty much everyone was in their underwear or quickly for their bathingsuits- or short in the meantime. "Looking good, Mrs. (Y/L/N).", Billy commented with his signature smug smirk. "Do you have any other line to flirt with? I already know that one." He took a step closer and looked down at you. But that damn smirk never faltered. "Maybe you can make me do some different sounds."

You slapped his peck lightly before walking off. "Be more creative, Hargrove!", you yelled as you strutted into the lake. Billy enjoyed the perfect view of your ass while you walked away.

The moon looked beautiful on the lake. Especially when you were so near to the reflection. Steve thought the same, which is why he now stood beside you. "She makes you look really beautiful.", he said while looking at you. It was all true - the light made your eyes shine more than the sun. He could look at them for hours. If only he could. "She?", you asked.

"The moon. She.", Steve clarified. You giggled a bit. "Thank you for the compliment." You looked him in his eyes and saw sincerity. As much as you wanted Billy and Steve fighting over you as your own comedy programme, it made you feel bad. Steve was actually serious about you. "It's really sweet of you, but-"

You were cut off by Billy approaching. "What do we have here?", he asked while putting his arm around your shoulder. You shoved it off just as quick. "Come on sugar, wouldn't you want to have a little joyride?"

"You're getting really annoying, Billy."

"You love it just as much as I do. Call it a...game." His fingers ran through your hair, which you tried to avoid. "I must admit, you do entertain me." He scoffed at your comment, followed by a smirk. "And if I do well, you can entertain me."

Steve watched quietly before speaking up. "I don't think she wants to talk to you." Billy's face changed to an annoyed one in the snap of a finger. "I think she can decide that herself."

"It's nice to have boys fight over me, but I' here to enjoy the lake, not cock." Just like that, you got under the water and swam away. For once, you humoured then with the way you left the situation.

When there was another bonfire a few days later, Billy sat down right next to you. "What a coincidence.", he said, referring to the empty space. "How can I reject you today?", you replied. It made him laugh a bit. "Wouldn't it be nice if you were just honest with me and let it happen?", Billy asked while leaning back a bit. It showed off a bit of his stomach as his shirt rolled up. "You're just...not my type, you know?" You leaned back as well, putting the both of you at the same eye level. "Ouch." He put his hand on his chest and gave you a theatrical, hurt look. "First time I heard that."

"It was ought to happen at some point in your life, no?" For the first time, you gave him a smug smirk. "I promise you, baby, I'll give you the time of your life." You couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Might have to get some reviews. Lucky me, you already went through more than half of the cheerleaders."

"You say it like experience is a bad thing." Once you looked over, you saw the smug smirk once again. You slapped his shoulder lightly and sat back up. "I'm not saying it is, but I also don't enjoy leftovers." With a swift move, you stood back up. "I gotta go make a call."

Steve and Billy kept trying. You couldn't even count on both hands how many times both fought over you, with or without you near them. And their flirting got more intense every single day. So much that you talked about it during the daily calls you made.

"I mean, it's kinda funny but I'm just really annoyed at this point.", you told the other person on the phone. A low hum was followed by "Why don't you just tell them?"

"I don't want Billy to find another poor cheerleader to play with. Can't have more heartbreak on the team, it's gonna ruin our chance at regionals.", you explained. "Besides, wouldn't it be fun if you picked me up when we return and have them find out then?" There was a laugh from the other end of the line. "I like that idea. See you tomorrow."

You slept for the most part while taking the bus back. It made the smell of sweat more bearable if you were knocked out. Being in a secluded space with the basketball team was not something you enjoyed, but at least the ride only took 3 hours.

"You need a ride home?", Steve asked you while helping you carry your bag out of the bus. "I think I'm more equipped to give her a ride.", Billy chimed in. You took your bag from Steve's hand and turned to face the both of them. "My rides here already, thank you."

Just like that, you ran off to kiss Eddie Munson. "Hi baby.", your boyfriend said with a wide grin. "I missed you."

"Did she play us for three weeks?", Steve asked Billy with a confused look. Seriously, Munson? Out of all the boys at school?

"Sometimes, a man has to accept defeat." Billy gave Steve a clap on the shoulder, then threw his bag over his shoulder. "See you Monday."

[theeccentricraven]

The 7th Day of Writemas 🛷🦌

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For Day 7, I chose the setting prompt - The Dead of Night.

I used this prompt to revise a scene in The Blood Cleaners that takes place in the dead of night. I like showing how Justin uses his blood cleaner powers in the dark.

It was the dead of night. Justin was granted a cerulean and white coat that matched his uniform. He looked over every note and map in his pack. He planned to grab the biodiesel can from the bus stop not far from the train station. No one would see him. The waning gibbous set, leaving a pitch black night sky. It was perfect. Tonight was the night.  The only problem was he wasn’t alone. When Justin arrived at the bus stop, he saw fire pits and smoke rising in the night air, some underneath the elevated tracks, and some built on top of the tracks. Justin wondered how someone got up there before remembering that one of the abandoned stations had a stairwell. The elevated tracks were good shelter for the destitute, the people who didn’t have the skills for any job and had outlived any family who could support them. They were the transient and could call any part of Corpa their home for the night. Now Justin had to figure out how to activate the locomotive without propelling it forward to the unsuspecting night guests.  As he morphed, he picked up on the space between him and the looming tracks in front. Being a liquid gave him virtual night vision. He traveled across the terrain to the rail post right below the locomotive. Justin slithered up the post and over the tracks. He located the back of the engine. There were no cars attached to the engine, making this project a lot easier. Justin returned to human form. He switched on his flashlight and found the tank where he poured down the biodiesel fuel. It was a small amount, but it would do.  Justin heard voices in the distance. He switched the light off. He morphed. Fearing that whoever was watching would spot him in the cabin, Justin carried himself out and down to the tracks. Justin hid under the engine. Justin heard voices, but couldn’t sense the words. Their flashlights illuminated the surfaces of tracks and the locomotive. Whoever they were, Justin worried they would notice the engine’s tank was full and search harder for the intruder.  Justin contemplated how to distract them. He slipped away across the moldy wood, pretending he loved the taste. He contemplated making some noise, but he would have to time it right to escape before they caught up. He detected a tall metal post standing by the tracks. It was a lamppost. He returned to human form where he sat under the lamppost. Justin made out the silhouettes of lifeless lampposts standing still and quiet in the darkness. A lightbulb inside him switched on. Justin reached over to the lamppost. He touched the base and concentrated. Can you hear me? The warmth filled him as the response spoke to him. I hear you well. The night felt less cold as Justin warmed up. He focused on the lamp. Turn the light on.  The lamppost switched on. The light that shone for the first time in decades illuminated the tracks. Justin didn’t have a second to celebrate. He was exposed. He didn’t hesitate for a fraction of a second. He morphed.  Bodies and voices ran in his direction, their footsteps vibrating across the tracks, shaking his liquid body. His liquid body raced along the side of the rail, avoiding the fast steps of the uniformed men and women. It was only as he passed the running bodies that he realized they were not transient residents of the tracks. They were law enforcement. 

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[presleyluvschris]

Wildest Dreams

pairing(s): jj maybankx fem!pogue!reader

authors note hey lovelies :) im moving away from my boy right now and its been super hard on me, sorry i haven't been posting for you guys. i thought a lil jj fanfic on wildest dreams would take me to comfort beyond levels.

poll from what it looks like- wildest dreams won. I finished the ending of this bizarre rollercoaster for you all..at 1am <3

word count ↱ 1.7k

warnings pure fluff, grammar, and i believe that is truly it. if i missed anything, please let me know.

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enjoy 🤍

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"hey!" you heard the window open beside the counter. It was your boss. "new table, 10 o'clock."

you were wearing a white dress over your usual waitress uniform. sweat glands were across your forehead, trickling down your face and into your neck. you were working an extra quick shift at the wreck today. it was the last day you would see your beautiful blonde boy before you left for your dads job in an entire new state.

you groan and finish wiping the counter, leaving your wet and white stained rag to fall to the floor.

tucking your notepad and pen back inside your pocket, you head for table 13 as your boss instructed as your last for the day.

you head out of the kitchen and back into open air as the wind brushed past your face, leaving you feeling cool from the hot and humid atmosphere of inside.

the outside was bustling with people everywhere.

despite the busy crowds, you plaster a smile on your face as you approach the table, taking orders left and right.

you write them down and go back into the kitchen to dial the orders and after a while, you go out again to serve the food.

after a while, you we're finally done with your shift.

you look down at your feet, taking your uniform off and wiping the sweat from your face.

"y/n?"

as you hear the familiar voice, you look up to see your favorite blonde standing behind the counter.

your face instantly lights up with a smile as you run over to hug him, almost so tight it makes the two of you twirl.

he puts you down gently

"you ready, pretty girl?"

you grin so wide it makes your cheeks burn a little.

he takes your hand in his as you both walk out of the wreck, heading towards john b's twinkie. you both get in with excitement, as jj starts pulling out of the parking lot and on to the main road

"lets get outta here."

the wind from the un-rolled car window beats upon your face like a fresh new beginning.

its the same feeling you got every time you and jj drove to a new spot, new restaurant, new date.

he said lets get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds.

after way too many jams to your favourite marley playlist, the twinkie stops in its tracks.

"we're here. JJ breathes, as he gets out of the van, going up on the other side to open your door for you.

you step out onto the sand and you feel warm inside. JJ takes your hand and leads you out onto the sandy beach.

you giggle as you fall into the base line of water. jj sits down in the sand and watches you laugh and smile. it was his most favorite thing ever.

he gets up from the sand after a while and reaches out his hand for you to grasp as you pull yourself up with a laugh.

he tucks a piece of your hair back behind your ear. you always loved the way he made you feel like a little girl again. you feel your throat and stomach swarm with little butterflies.

he towers over you as you rest the side of your face on his shoulder, barely being able to touch, but you do. something that never failed to make you feel un-deniably safe.

you look up in his eyes in awe of the beautiful water color feature, mixed with tan skin that radiated his blonde hair that felt like home, but excitement all at once.

i thought heaven can't help me now. nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down. he's so tall, and handsome as hell.

"you wanna do something fun?" he graps your hand and rubs it back and forth with his thumb, making you giggle a little more.

"of course." you smile, as a blush appears on your cheeks making your face feel tingly and warm.

he leads you to a little white wooden house across the shore that was filled with life guard equipment.

he takes your hand as helps you step up by the door.

he knocks twice, no answer.

he looks back over his shoulder to see you giggling, concealing your smile with your hand. he throws you a wink and pulls back the door as he steps inside.

you follow him in, carefully shutting the wooden door behind you.

the two of you lock eyes and snicker a little.

you we're already two steps ahead of what he was thinking.

he hands you a board as you try and conceal your grin spreading across your face.

the two of you leave the small shack with your boards after jj smashes the lifeguard's tips in his pockets because he couldn't resist himself.

you laugh and follow him out, sitting in the water watching your blonde boy kick back another wave.

he's so bad but he does it so well. I can see the end, as it begins- my one condition is..

after the two of you have way too much fun in the midst of saltwater, you swim back with your stomach on your board, the warmth of the sun pressing into your scalp.

you make your way back into the sand and toss your board to the side, jj catching up to you and laying his board down next to yours.

he walks with you back to the twinkie away from the water to change out of wet clothes. He shuts the car door closed as you pull on a flowy sundress, lace peaking up from the back of your white bra, stuffing your bikini in your backpack.

jj takes his hand in yours again and rubs your back with a smile as you make your way back over to the damp sand, pressed by gentle waves creeping in.

the sun begins to fade into the horizon as it paints colors of burning yellow and oranges.

the two of you sit down in the sand.

theres a silence in the air for a while, only echoed by the soft sounds of the beach.

"i don't want this night to end", he whispers, looking down into the water.

you look into his eyes as tears begin to block your vision.

"can you promise me something?" you look down again, your words stamping the air.

there was a light silence again as he begins to read your face.

he breathes in.

"of course darling," he caresses your face with his thumb, cupping your cheek in one hand.

"will you remember me when i leave?"

he plays with the strap of your sundress as he takes his hand in yours.

"oh love.." he kisses the top of your forehead gently.

tears fall from your face, that you felt like had held you captive for so long. He wipes them away with his thumb.

"we will see each other again all right? i dont care what it is.." he looks down at the sand and then back into your eyes. They sparkle from the colors that painted the sky above the sea.

you lean over to press your lips against his on your knees.

it was a long, passionate kiss. one that felt like retaining that promise.

he pulls away a little before wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you in for a gentle hug as you rest your face on his shoulder.

"forever and always, darling."

you wipe your eyes and nod, reaching for his pinky as he keeps you retained in the hug.

he locks his finger into yours.

"pinky promise." he whispers, tucking your hair away from your face.

you look into his face as warmth fills into your cheeks, matching the color of your lips.

say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. red lips, and rosy cheeks. say you'll see me again, even if its just in your wildest dreams.

after many long deep talks and staring into the stars, you both make your way to the twinkie, jj opening up the door for you as you get in.

you hold his hand as he keeps one arm on the steering wheel, driving down the road.

after a while the twinkie stops to the side again.

you breathe out shakily and stare at your front door from the van.

"you ready?"

you feel tears overtake your throat again and nod slowly, staring.

he helps you out of the twinkie, and walks you to the front of your house, following you inside.

you step into your room with him and gently shut the door behind you.

he gets up from your bed and towers over you, taking his shirt off, dropping it to the floor, revealing his toned chest.

you barely even swallow.

you press your mouth into his as you gently make out with each other against the door, the feeling of jj running his fingers through your hair.

I said no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever.

eventually the two of you make your way back over to the doorway.

he puts his hand on the wall, looking at your face.

tears fill your eyes and they drop themselves on the hard wood floor.

he pulls you into one last hug, rubbing your back into small circles.

you choke on your sobs, tears streaming down your face as he steps away from the door frame and into the cold night air.

crickets chirp in the background.

"i love you, princess", he whispers softly before kissing the top of your hand and letting it drop to your side again.

you cover your mouth with your hand as you loose your breath in your chest, tears falling past your cheeks and into the rim of your ears.

the door clicks shut.

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Pete Mitchell 😍😍

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Hiii there! I discovered your account thanks to a friend, and you're drawing so beautifully! I also saw you were doing requests, and that you currently were working on improving drawing male characters! If it doesn't bother you, I have an OC that is very androgynous (he's a man but can be mistaken for more feminine than he is) and I would love to see him in your style!

It's my TWST OC Hopper ! And here's all his outfits for references! You can draw him in any outfit you'd want to! I'll send more references below!

I know it's a bit difficult to see it but his hairstyle is just a messy bun! And he's inspired by the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland!

You can draw whatever you want with him! Just keep in mind to take care of yourself and to take your time!! 🤍

I played around with the uniform design a bit hope you like it🥰

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Ghost Of You (M.B./R.J.)-Chapter 2.3 Team

2022-Chicago, Illinois

"Hey, it's Mikey. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message, and maybe I'll get back to ya."

Whenever she was missing Mikey the most, which was almost every day, Angie would repeatedly call his phone and let the voicemail play. Today was one of those days. Well, nights.

"Hey, it's Mikey. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message, and maybe I'll get back to ya."

"Mom?"

Angie quickly hung up the phone and turned around to see her daughter half awake walking towards her. "What're you doing up, princess?"

"I heard Daddy."

"Oh." She sighed. "I'm sorry, honey. I was playing his voicemail again."

"Are you smoking?" Sophia sat on the couch next to her mother.

Angie looked down at the cigarette in between her fingers before squashing it in the ashtray in front of her. "Not anymore."

"I thought smoking was bad."

"It is." Angie wrapped her arms around Sophia and cuddled with her on the couch. "It's a nasty habit that I shouldn't be doing."

"Then why do you?"

"Because, it helps with stress, and it reminds me of your dad."

"So it's okay?"

"No, it's not. I don't want you copying the grownups. We're not very good examples. Okay?"

"Okay." She reached over and picked up the phone. "Can we listen to Daddy?"

Angie softly smiled and dialed the number again. "Sure, baby."

"Hey, it's Mikey. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message, and maybe I'll get back to ya."

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Angie had dropped Sophia off at Donna's a little earlier than usual. Not that she was anxious to get to work. It was more so that she was anxious to get out of the house.

"Did we all just decide to clock in early?" Angie asked as she walked into the office where Carmy and Sydney were standing.

"I couldn't sleep." Carmy told her. He picked up a green can of tomato sauce and held it up. "Any reason Michael wasn't ordering number tens of these?"

"What?"

"This is a twenty-eight ounce can. Why wasn't he buying number tens? They're a hundred and two ounces. They're cheaper per ounce."

"Carmen, I was married to him for fifteen years, and I still didn't get half the things he did or didn't do."

"Whatever." He sighed, setting the can down on the desk. 

"What's that?" She pointed to a large box on the floor.

"That is our new uniforms."

"Is this apart of your French thing?"

"What French thing?" Sydney asked.

"It's called a brigade."

"First the computer, and now this?" Angie crossed her arms.

"You said you liked the computer."

"I do."

"You said it makes orders easier."

"It does. It's just a lot of changes to get used to all of a sudden."

"They're just aprons." He handed one to both the women before he picked up the box.

"Hold on." Syd interrupted. "We're doing a French brigade?" 

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"He thinks it'll give them some structure."

"And we definitely need structure." Carmy responded.

"I agree, but not this way. It'll turn things into a toxic hierarchical shit show."

"I gotta go with Syd on this one, Carm. This whole thing sounds sorta..."

"Insane?"

"Nazi-esque."

"I've thought this through, chefs." Carmy stated. "I think this'll be good. Just trust me on this one."

Angie and Sydney gave each other a look before nodding.

"Yes, chef."

He grinned and walked out to the dining room.

They followed him and sighed as they replaced their old white aprons with the dark blue ones.

"The hell are these?" Tina asked Carmy.

"Aprons. Everyone grab one."

"Mine is better, Jeff."

"Okay, listen up." He spoke to the group. "I don't wanna fuck with your system, guys. I wanna harness it. I wanna organize it. But we can't keep operating like this. We got a fucking C. That can't happen again. Which is why we are gonna start operating like a French kitchen. This was developed by Escoffier, and-"

"Oh Scoffi-gay? I fucking love that guy." Richie laughed as he walked in. "What's up? I dunno what's going on."

The sudden ringing of the phone in the distance was causing Carmy's stress to go through the roof. "We're implementing a French brigade."

"Fuck that."

"Yeah, it's bullshit." Tina agreed.

"I was in a brigade once." Ebra spoke.

"What happened?"

"Many people died."

"See, Jeff?"

"Okay, I am gonna go get that phone." Carmen sighed and went back to the office to pick up the persistently ringing phone. "Ange, you're up." He handed her a stack of flash cards.

"Oh." She looked over the cards. "Okay, listen, guys." Angie chimed in. "Carmy's right. Kinda. Michael and I let you do whatever you wanted for so long, and clearly that's not working anymore. And now that I'm staying for good, I want us to be less...shitty. That being said, take it away, chef Sydney." She took the cards and held them out to Sydney.

"Why me?"

"I don't know what that shit is."

"Hey. So, uh, as you heard, we are implementing a French brigade. Carmy, he's gonna be the chef de cuisine, or the CDC. That makes Angie and I the sous chefs. Tina-"

"No inglés."

"Tina, you're the garde manger." Syd irritatedly said. "Ebra-"

"Meat prep!"

"Yes. You're now the Chef de Partie."

"I accept!"

"You really didn't have a choice, but great. I love your enthusiasm." Angie nodded.

"Okay, Marcus is the patissier, I'll be saucier, and Angie is entremetier."

"And Richie can keep doing whatever the fuck Richie does."

"I don't know about this, Ange." Tina spoke.

"I know it's a lot, and it seems kinda annoying, but Carmy, Sydney, and I have discussed this...sorta, and we think it'll be super helpful."

"It'll make things run smoother, and calmer-"

"I gotta run an errand!" Carmy yelled as he ran through the room towards the door. "Hold down the fort for me!"

"Just like that."

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'Knock, knock'

"Come in!" Angie begrudgingly shouted.

Richie opened the door to the office and leaned against the wall. "You okay?"

"Me? I'm fucking great." She sighed. "I left my job, my very good job, to run my dead husband's failing restaurant with my brother in law who makes decisions without asking me. And because of that, I have to scrap together just enough to feed my kid. Plus, and here's the kicker, I owe Cicero three hundred thousand dollars."

Richie scoffed and nodded. "That'll do it."

"Whatever." She huffed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Why'd Carmy leave?"

"He got a call from one of Michael's friends, and he started tripping out."

"What friend?"

"You don't know him. Names Nico."

"He mentioned him once or twice. How'd they know each other?"

"Uh...I dunno. He never said."

"Fuck!" Sydney cried.

Angie quickly got up and walked to the kitchen. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." The girl wrapped her finger in a napkin. "I'm fine. I just wish people would close the fucking box cutter."

"Hey, go sit on the bench."

"I don't have time to sit on the bench."

"Sydney."

She rolled her eyes at the older woman and walked over to the bench. Angie went into her locker and pulled out a bandaid and a small bottle of neosporin.

"Why do you just have that?"

"I'm a mom." Angie kneeled and unwrapped Sydney's finger, squeezing the ointment on the cut. She wrapped a bandaid around it and kissed it out of instinct. "Oh my god, I'm sorry."

"No, it's-"

"That was fucking weird." She got up and sat on the bench next to her. "I used to do that with my husband and daughter, so it's just a habit I guess. I'm sorry."

"Seriously, it's fine. Thank you for the bandaid."

"No problem. You good?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine." She hesitantly turned towards Angie before speaking again. "How can you stand it?"

"Stand what?"

"This place. No disrespect, but it fucking sucks."

Angie chuckled. "It does."

"So how do you do it day after day for over a decade?"

"Sydney, I hate this fucking place with every fiber of my being. It completely sucks the life outta you. But, it's my home. I can't help but stay."

Before she could respond, she heard her names being yelled.

"Syd! Yo!" Carmy yelled from the kitchen. "Your stock's boiled!"

"Shit!" She shot up and ran towards the stove.

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"There you are." Angie said with relief as she stepped out into the alley. "I need to talk to you."

"Okay." Carmy sighed, taking a puff of his cigarette. "Hit me."

"Why did you go to a church today?"

"Because,- wait, how do you know I went to a church?"

"I have you on Find My Friends."

"No you fucking don't."

"Bitch, yes the fuck I do."

"For how long?"

"That doesn't matter. The point is that you left me in the middle of the day to deal with this stupid brigade."

"The brigade isn't stupid. It's gonna help us."

"This is exactly my point, Carmy! You're not listening to me!" Angie huffed. "Today was a fucking shit show because we were on different pages. If we're gonna do this together, we have to listen to each other."

The blonde man sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah. You're right."

"I know I am. For this to work, we need to be partners, Carm. Michael didn't leave the restaurant to you, and he didn't leave it to me. He left it to us."

"I hear you. I'm gonna do better. I'm trying so hard to figure all this out on my own, so I guess I forget that I don't have to."

"You don't. I'm always gonna be there for you, bear."

"I know. I'm here for you too."

Angie smiled and crossed her arms. "So...why were you at a church today?"

"Um...I went to an al anon meeting."

"Did Sugar convince you?"

"She did. I like it though. I think you'd like it too."

"The last thing I wanna do is talk about it with strangers."

"Just think about it, Ange. That shit helps."

The metal door quickly swung open and hit the brick wall. "I need to talk to you." Sydney spoke.

"I already talked to him." Angie told her.

"Oh, good." She sat next to them. "Listen, the way you just kinda made a decision without talking to me-, to us, that was kinda fucked up."

"I know. And I'm sorry. I shoulda listened to you, and I shoulda ran my ideas by you. We're a team, the three of us. We should act like it."

Angie smiled. "Hell yeah we should."

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐑.𝐖💌🤍 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫-2

Ron drops your bags on the floor and turns around to look at you. “Claire there’s nothing to talk about, we said everything we wanted.” He looks at you cold. You couldn’t believe that he was so different after 3 months apart.

*flash back to the argument*

“God Ron I mean why are you so fucking jealous of Harry?!” You say as you throw your hands up in the air. “Oh fuck off I’m not jealous at all, it’s the fact that you do things that other girls wouldn’t. I mean it’s embarrassing for me to be dating a girl who’s all over my best friend!” Ron yells only inches away from your face.

*flashback over*

“Ron I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m sorry.” He leans against the wall watching you as you speak. “I just can’t anymore Claire. I can’t do you, I can’t do us. We cannot be anymore than friends if that.” He says running his hands through his hair anxiously. You stare at him in disbelief, tears forming in your eyes. “Im sorry please don’t do this to me.” You say as tears run down your cheeks. He looks at you expressionless. “Look I’m sorry but I just cannot be with you anymore for my sake. I just can’t. I have to go.” He says walking out quickly, slamming the door behind him. Your tears come quicker by the second, your makeup melting off. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, you lay back onto your bed curling up into a ball and eventually fall asleep.

You wake up slowly, your head is pounding and your makeup is all over your satin white pillow covers. You look at the clock on the side of your bed, it reads 6:26 PM.

You slowly get out of bed not caring if you were late to dinner which was at 7PM. You walked over to your dresser, grabbing your comb and brushing it through your hair. Your brush getting stuck in the knots of your hair didn’t make getting ready any easier but you didn’t care at this point. You washed your face with ice cold water and applied some mascara looking at yourself In the mirror, your eyes were puffy and your lips were paler than normal. You looked like you were sick with something. You began walking over to your dresser putting your uniform on lazily.

You put on your doc martens and checked the time 6:47PM shows on your silver watch as you place it on your wrist. You begin walking to the great hall, at this point you’re not thinking clearly. Your vision is blurry, your feeling lightheaded almost sick. Your feet stumble over each other causing you to trip slightly. You catch yourself and attempt to pull yourself together. “what is wrong with me?!” You mumble a bit too loudly to yourself. “You okay Claire?” Hermione says coming up behind you, placing her hand onto your back. She smiles at you a bit concerned “Claire im talking to you.” She says again but louder. You look at her shaking off your terrible feeling. “Yeah I’m fine I just have a headache.” She looks at you confused but lets it go as she grabs your hand leading you to the great hall.

“Come sit!” She says sitting down next to Harry. You sit next to her tucking your skirt into your lap as you look at the food infront of you. You pick at your plate of food not feeling hungry at the moment, not feeling anything. I mean why wouldn’t Ron love you anymore, we both said some fucked up stuff but I thought we were stronger than that. What is wrong with me? Am I too ugly, too fat, too dumb? What the fuck is wrong with me? Is there an another girl or maybe he’s gay? You place your head in your hands. A million thoughts hit you at once, nothing felt real it all felt like a bad dream like it was your imagination.

“Claire you okay? You’ve been acting different?” Hermione says turning to away from Harry to face you. You snap out of whatever state of mind you were in. “Yes I’m fine!” You say a little louder than you should’ve, a sense of frustration in your voice. Hermione looked at you shocked at your sudden outburst. “Something’s wrong and you need to tell me.” Hermione whispers to you. “Nothing is wrong I’m just tired.” You say forcing a tight smile. “Look, Ron told me everything, I know what happened this morning. I want you to be honest with me and tell me what you’re feeling.” Hermione says placing her hand onto your arm. “Mione I don’t want to talk about it, I’m fine and clearly he is too.” You say as you sit up and walk away. As you walk away you can see Ron looking at you out of the corner of your eye. You feel a sense of loss when you remember he isn’t there to comfort you. “Hey Claire can I talk to you for a second it’s important..” Lavender says stopping you at the corridor. You look at her annoyed “Not now lavender I’m in the middle of something.” You walk away from her as quickly as possible, knowing how reluctant she can be.

You needed something to take the edge off of whatever it is you were feeling, you needed to be numb. You were walking around frantically trying to find Fred and George, trying to see if they had anything to drink or smoke. Walking down into the Gryffindor common room you spot two tall ginger headed boys on the couch. You walk up to them quickly, sitting in front of them. “Hey guys.” They smile at you and then look at each other and then back at you. “Ron’s in the dining hall.” Fred says as he puts a handful of gummy worms in his mouth. “I’m not looking for Ron I came here to talk to you guys.” You say grabbing a gummy worm from the huge bag in-front of the three of you. “What’s up? Wanna help us with some back to school pranks?” George says smiling excitedly at you. You shake your head no.“I’m looking for something to take the edge off of my horrible fucking life.” They both reach into their bags, grabbing something out of them. “Here you go.” They both say at the same time. George pulls out some sort of joint and Fred pulls out a bottle of fire whiskey. “Oh thanks that’s perfect.” You say taking both items from the boys hands. “See you later Claire.” Fred says as him and George get up and walk away obviously planning something.

You get up as well both of the items tucked away in your bookbag. You look around trying to find someone to hang out with for the night. You look around and spot Lavender sitting on the balcony reading quietly. “Hey lavender wanna come hang out with me?” You say smiling wide. She looks up at you nervously. “Um yeah sure..” you grab her hand and lead her up to your room and you both sit on the bed. “Look what I got!” You say grabbing the items out of your bag. You grab the bottle of whiskey and chug some of it before taking large sips of butter beer. “Lavender you have to try some.” You say handing her the bottle. “Okay but only a little bit. She takes a small sip and chugs down her drink. “Godric that’s awful.” She says scrunching her face up. You both laugh at her reaction as you grab the bottle from her hand and take large sips from it.

About an hour has passed and the whole bottle is done, you both are very drunk but you’re hysterical. You get up from your bed, stumbling through the piles of your suitcases. You reach into your bag and grab the joint and a lighter. Lavender sits up against your bed frame. “Claire I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She says with a worried expression on her face. “I promise you I’m fine. I just need to forget about Ron.” Your say lighting your joint. She looks at you nervously. “What happened with Ronald?” You open the window and put the joint between your lips. “We had a big fight a few months ago and we’re on a break until this morning when we broke up.” You say looking out the window. She looks at her nails akwardly . “So you’re not over him?” You look at her shaking your head no. “I am not over him and I don’t think I ever will be.” You say groaning loudly as you put out your joint. “As fun as this was I think I better get going.” Lavender says collecting her jacket and her bag from the bedpost. You put your joint onto your desk and jump on the bed grabbing lavenders hand as she tries to walk away. “No come on stay with me!” She pulls her arm away from your grip. “Pull yourself together Claire we have school tomorrow” she scoffs and walks away hurriedly.

“Wait!” You say as she slams the door shut. You groan loudly as you get up from the bed and walk towards the door. You look around your dim light room seeing the mess you had made earlier. You didn’t think too much about it you just wanted to go find lavender. You open the door the cold stone floor making you shiver a bit. You walk around drunkenly, shaking as you walk. God why did everyone leave you, were you that insufferable? You think as you stumble around the freezing halls in nothing but a band t-shirt and basketball shorts. “Lavender!” You yell into the distance but get no response back. “Lavender!” You yell again but this time it echos around the halls. Your legs become weak and your steps become slower and softer. “Lavender…?” you whisper before you collapse onto the stairs outside the common rooms.

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“don’t let anyone change you for who you are.” :) for the prompts

Don’t let anyone change you for who you are

my first ever fic! sorry if it’s a bit rough and not amazing, i’m obviously very new to this. but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

also the prompt came from a grumpy x sunshine prompt list so I had that in my head when I wrote this, and I had to make the reader the grumpy one cause in my head Van is literally a big ray of sunshine haha.

also it takes a little while to get going, Van isn’t in it till like half way through, but the first bit is important i promise x

word count: 1703

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Opposites attract - that’s what everyone says, and it’s certainly true for Van and I, even from the moment that we met. Van told me the story of how he was born, telling me that he was a ‘test tube baby’.

‘So basically I’m a miracle!’

‘I don’t believe in miracles.’

Somehow though that didn’t deter him, instead it made him all the more determined to make the friendship work. Now here we are years later and he’s one of my best mates.

Unfortunately, however, the boys at uni aren’t so loving and understanding. If I had a pound for every time I got told ‘you should smile more’ or got asked ‘why do you wear black all the time?’ then I could move out of shitty uni accommodation.

Though I tried not the let them, the comments eventually got to me. So now I’m in the shopping centre with my friend Ruby to try and find me a new look.

‘What about this?’ she asks as she holds out what is possibly the most disgusting hot pink jumper I’ve ever seen.

‘Uh, maybe a bit too ‘Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse’ for me’ I reply with the nicest smile i can muster.

‘Are you sure? This colour could look great on you.’

‘I’m absolutely sure.’

We search through the shop for another 15 minutes when Ruby suddenly gasps.

‘Oh this is perfect!’ She says as she holds up a little red top and a white mini skirt.

‘Um-‘

‘Oh please, Y/N you’ve turned down every option I’ve suggested so far. Just try it on, I bet it’ll look amazing.’

I cave and carry the outfit to the changing room while Ruby waits outside expectantly. Once I’m changed I inspect my appearance in the mirror. It’s not terrible I suppose, but it’s just not me. However I don’t think Ruby will let me leave the shopping centre until I’ve bought an outfit that doesn’t consist of any black items. I pull back the curtain and step out to get Ruby’s opinion. 

‘Y/N I actually demand that you buy that right now.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Definitely! Are you kidding me? With your dark hair and your light eyes, red is totally your colour.’

‘It’s just so…bright.’

‘It’s just not black, is what you mean. Come on, the whole point of this trip was to get you a new look and this totally works for you! In fact, I’m buying it for as a treat.’

I try to protest but Ruby’s not hearing it. Despite our differences, she’s my closest friend here at uni, and there’s absolutely no denying her kindness.

Back at my dorm room Ruby’s decided to give me a whole makeover and is currently doing my makeup while my hair sits in rollers. The whole process is foreign to me.

‘Can you make sure you don’t go too heavy? I’m supposed to be meeting Van later and at this rate he won’t recognise me!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on the makeup. Just highlighting you natural beauty, and I’m sure Van will love it’, she says with a cheeky wink.

‘Oh come on Ruby, how many times do I have to tell you, he’s just my friend!’

‘Sure…’

I just roll my eyes and let her carry on dolling me up.

By the time she’s finished, another hour or so has passed and it’s 6:00 so Van should be here soon.

I look in the mirror to assess Ruby’s makeover and it’s like looking at a different person entirely. My hair is curled into perfect, uniform waves and my makeup is glowy and heavier than I’m used to. I notice that Ruby didn’t do my usual black eyeliner, instead trading it in for a light, shimmery eyeshadow. It’s not bad though, I guess. In fact…it looks good. Maybe this makeover was a good thing, maybe the all-black style and the sarcastic attitude should be a thing of the past.

My phone buzzes with a message from Van.

I’m outside x

Ruby goes back to her room, though not without some final tips to make sure I smile lots and maybe hold back on the sarcasm.

As I walked to the door to let Van in I was suddenly self-conscious of my new look. What if he didn’t like it?

I told my self to brush that thought off; why did I even care about that?

‘Hey Van!’ I greet him as I open the door.

‘Y/N! Shit, is that even you? I barely recognise you!’ He says as he pulls me in for a hug.

‘Oh yeah, um, I thought it was time for a change I guess’, I reply with a slightly awkward laugh.

I look up at him and his expression is unreadable. His brows are slightly furrowed in a look of confusion, but there’s something else in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher. I decide to brush it off and change the subject. I pull my face into a bright smile, just as Ruby had advised, and suggest some options for what we could do.

‘We could go out for food, there’s a good italian place down the road apparently so we could try that, or we could go to the pub I s’pose, or we-‘

‘How about we just get some drinks, order some food and stay in? I’ve barely seen you recently love, need to catch up a bit, yeah?’

‘Yeah, okay, let’s do that.’

He smiles warmly at me and walks up to my room.

A couple of hours later, we’ve eaten our takeaway and cracked open some beers. I’m trying to go slow on the drinks though in an attempt to maintain this more bubbly version of myself, and I don’t wanna ruin my new makeover. I feel as though the pressure of this new persona is pushing down on me though, and I’m sure Van has noticed. As lovely as it is to catch up with him and have a laugh, my head isn’t totally there, too focused on biting my tongue every time my attitude threatens to rear it’s ugly head, or ensuring I don’t smudge my makeup.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, ‘course I am. Why d’you ask?’

‘You just don’t seem yourself, love. I mean, you’re not takin’ the piss outa me like you normally would, or making your usual sarcastic jokes.’

Shit. I decide to just brush it off.

‘I don’t know what you mean, I’m fine.’

‘Cut the bullshit.’ His tone becomes harsher now.

‘Woah, Van, what’s with the attitude mate?’

‘C’mon Y/N. This isn’t you. The makeup, the outfit, the smiley, bubbly personality. What happened to my best mate?’

‘So what if I’ve changed a bit? I made new friends here at uni and decided I wanted to try something different. Why the fuck do you care so much?’

‘Because I know you better than anyone here! This isn’t you!’ His voice is thick with frustration and his brows are pulled together in exasperation.

‘What the fuck do you know about me? You never see me Van! A lot can change in a few months!’

He stands up now and runs his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before turning to me.

‘Y/N listen to me. You’re not yourself. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I know it’s not just ‘cause you’ve been away at uni for a few months and met new people. Your smile isn’t as bright as it usually is, your laugh doesn’t sound the same, you’re dressed in the kind of way I know you hate.’ 

His voice drops and becomes softer as he sits back down next to me and takes one of my hands in his own.

‘What happened to my best mate? My Y/N?’

I take a deep breath and look down at the floor, to embarrassed to look at him when I admit it.

‘I just … I thought I needed to change ‘cause people here said I should. They said I should smile more and dress differently and I guess I just wanted them to like me.’

Van squeezes my hand and I look up at him to find such a kind and sympathetic expression on his face.

‘Oh, love, don’t let anyone change you for who you are. You’re perfect just the way you are y’know?’

‘Why do you care about this so much?’

‘Because I care about you and I want to see you happy’, he replies without a beat.

‘But-‘

‘No buts. I’m serious. I love your sarcastic attitude and the way you take the piss outa me when I’m being stupid but still always join in on my jokes, how you’ve always supported the band, I love your sense of humour and the fact you always make me laugh. I love everything about you.’

For a second, I’m completely speechless, and Van continues.

‘This isn’t how I planned to tell you’, he says as he awkwardly laughs and runs his hand through his hair. ‘But I guess I can’t take it back now. I love you, Y/N. I love you just as you are.’

‘God Van that’s so cheesy.’

He just shoots me one of his big grins as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him, kissing the top of my head.

‘That’s more like it, that’s the Y/N I know.’

We’re both silent for a beat, enjoying each other’s company. I realise I don’t need to feel validated by everyone else at uni. I have Van who accepts me just as I am and that’s all I need. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

‘I uh, I love you too Van’ I blurt out.

He looks down at me and his eyes seem to be full of all the love and affection in the world.

‘Thank God’ he says.

Then his hand reaches up to cup my face as his thumb strokes gently over my cheek and his eyes flicker down to my lips just for just a second. Before I can say anything he presses his lips to mine and my heart feels so full so think it might burst out of my chest.

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06. white xmas

❅ pairing — soldier!nanami kento x nurse! reader

❅ summary — I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white.

❅ w/c — 8,23k

❅ warnings — WW2, mentions of death,pain, heartbreak, takes during 1940's WW2, nsfw, angst,mentions of memory loss (amnesia), fluff, smut, MDNI.

❅ a/n — honestly I don't even know where to start, this is actually such a sad sorry I thought of I was inspired by the movies called The English Patient. I immediately thought of Nanami and how the story would fit him,i cried so much writting this but I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading and please do tell me what you think!!! Merry Christmas to everyone out there!! 🎄🤍

❅ taglist — @getobitchs, @coffee-and-geto 🍰

15 December 1954

You were his everything. You still are. Yet here you sit in a stark white hospital, holding his hand, hoping that some flicker of recognition will spark in his eyes.

But his eyes. Just the weight of his gaze empty and unfamiliar, and the cruel reality that he does not remember you, not even your name.

The man you loved once looked at you as of the sun had risen in your smile. Now he looks at you as if you are a stranger. And still you remain here : wiping his brow, cleaning his burning wounds, reading him stories, trying to remind him of the life you once shared. Because if you let him forget, it would mean letting him go forever.

During

World War II - 1946

The slow rustling of doctors, nurses rushing as if a life was at stake,but you are— you stand there as your trembling figure tries to hold every little ounce of yourself together. Never have you thought the war would take such a toll on him. His body covered with bruises and burned marks, his scarring figure in pain—for you cannot bear to see him like this. Every bit of memory you have shared was not lost “My dear Kento”, as tears threatened to spill, like a snowflake falling to the ground and slowly disappearing… as if there was no trace.

“Y/N”, Mei gave you a small nudge as the tears pricked down at the corner of your eyes.

“Go sit down, we will take care of this”, your colleague helped you regain the little bit of strength you had left and set you in one of the chairs.

Never have you thought, your life would change, just by the snap of a finger.

16 December 1954

Slowly nightfall approaches as all the nurses and doctors that took care of him have been sent home, only for you to stay behind. It was your duty as nurse, to take care of him and your other patients.

“Y/N…”your friend Shoko and her husband Haibara appeared next to you. She was a doctor, and Haibara was a veteran just like Nanami. You smile softly at the two, for some reason they looked so perfect next to one another —something you wish you had in that moment.

“I'm… sorry, Y/N, if there is anything the two of us can do for you know that we are here”

Haibara pointed out and looked at his friend's lying body,as Shoko approached your frail figure in a hug.

The two of them, giving you an empathic smile as they left the hospital's doors. You stood there in your worn out uniform,as a few tears left your eyes.

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Today was the day he returned to the hospital, just as he had every year for the past nine years. And yet, despite all the time that had passed, he still hadn’t regained any memory of you—not even your name.

Heartache crept into your chest like a familiar intruder, but you pushed it aside as you always did, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Memories of the life you once shared threatened to spill over, but there was no room for such thoughts now. Not when others needed you. You moved through the hallways like a ghost, checking on each patient, ensuring they were tucked in, safe, and resting peacefully.

Finally, your feet brought you to his bed, as if by instinct. His familiar form lay still beneath the dim light, and your breath caught when you found his eyes wide open, staring into yours.

“Thirsty,” he rasped, his voice hoarse but steady enough to make you spring into action.

You hurried to his side, lifting him gently as you pressed the glass of water to his lips. Despite his weakened state, his eyes never left yours. They held a quiet intensity that made your heart ache.

The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the sound of him sipping the water. You wished, desperately, that he could say something more, something that would spark a memory—a fragment of who you were to him. But his gaze, though warm, held no recognition.

“You’ve been crying,” he said softly, his voice rough but unmistakably tender.

You froze, caught off guard by the observation.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, brushing quickly at your eyes. “Nurses aren’t supposed to show emotion. I got carried away.”

But the truth was far deeper than that. Inside, your heart burned with the need to reach for him, to take his hand and beg him to remember. You longed to hear him say that it was all going to be okay, that his memories would return, that he would return to you. But the fear of his blank stare, of the emptiness where love once was, kept you silent.

“Could you read to me?” His voice broke through your thoughts, hoarse but so gentle it tugged at something deep within you.

Your smile faltered but didn’t fade entirely. “Of course. I always do.”

You reached for the worn copy of "Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman" , the same book you had read to him countless times before, both in the past and now. The edges were frayed, the pages soft with wear, but it was a comfort to you. It was the last thread tying you to the man he used to be.

As you read, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill, your heart ached. Every word, every line, felt like a plea to a man who had forgotten you. Was there any hope left after nearly a decade?

Suddenly, a hand brushed against yours.

You froze, your breath hitching as his fingers curled slightly around yours. His gaze met yours, and though his smile was faint, it was there. It wasn’t a memory—not yet—but it was something. A flicker of connection, subconscious and fragile.

So you kept reading, your hand still in his, holding onto that flicker as tightly as you dared.

17 December 1954

The next day, the hospital was unusually quiet. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you stepped outside for a moment to catch your breath. The cold December air bit at your cheeks, but it was refreshing after the suffocating warmth of the wards.

That’s when you saw them: the Lanterns.

Hung along the hospital’s stone walls, their golden glow flickered like tiny stars against the encroaching night. The sight stole the breath from your lungs, not because of their beauty, but because of what they reminded you of.

Lanterns. The lanterns.

Your knees felt weak as the memory came flooding back.

Before the World War II

14 February 1944

Borgo Fiorito is a small, picturesque town nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany. Known for its cobblestone streets, vibrant flower boxes, olive groves, and a quiet town square with a stone fountain. It was quite small but nothing compared to its wonders it had to offer during summer and winters.

Not far from the small village—a historic hospital called Santa Maria della in Florence, an hour from Borgo Fiorito. It’s housed in a grand, aging building with high ceilings, wide windows overlooking the Arno River, and the faint smell of lavender from the surrounding gardens. The hospital rooms were simple, with a large window framing the rooftops and a hit of lavender which covered each window with its beautiful colour.

It was the little things that made this hospital bloom but during the cold midst or air that is when you clung to your cross, on— your knees begging to the heavens.

War.

War.

It poisoned everything it touched.

Every corner you turned, it was there—etched into the broken faces of soldiers, painted in the dark crimson stains on your uniform, and carved into your soul with every life you couldn’t save. The halls of the hospital were a cacophony of suffering: groans of agony, the scrape of gurney wheels against blood-streaked floors, and the faint murmur of words spoken by men too weak to cry out.

Why must there be war?

The question haunted you, an ache that throbbed with every heartbeat. You asked it as you worked, stitching wounds and holding hands, as though the answer might somehow reveal itself in the lifeless eyes of those you couldn’t save. But there was no answer. Only the unrelenting march of chaos and death.

War turned men into shadows of themselves. It robbed them of their laughter, their dreams, their limbs, and often their lives. You hated it for its cruelty, its unrelenting appetite for destruction. The sight of blood had once made you queasy; now it was as common as water, soaking into your skin, your clothes, and the deepest corners of your mind.

The hospital was no stranger to the foreign men who stumbled in, limping, shattered, and pleading. They came from different places, spoke in fractured sentences, and carried photographs of families who would never see them whole again. And you—what could you do but try? Try to patch them together, to offer comfort, to shield yourself from the unbearable truth that it would never be enough.

You wanted to scream at the futility of it all. For every man you saved, there were ten you couldn’t reach in time. For every life you mended, there were countless others torn apart. War didn’t care about your efforts; it didn’t care about anyone. It swallowed everything in its path, leaving behind nothing but ruins.

And yet, you kept going. Not because you believed it would change anything—not because you believed it would ever end—but because stopping wasn’t an option. Because in the face of something so monstrous, all you had was your hands, your skill, and your humanity.

As you walked the halls, you tried not to think about what lay beyond the hospital walls: the battlefields littered with bodies, the towns reduced to ash, the lives that would never be the same. You tried not to think about how war had taken everything from you too.

But it had.

And still, you fought back in the only way you knew how.

Despite these inner conversations and confusion of the dark side of this world there was always a way to overcome these challenges and for you that was— family, friends and your faith. Although you have lost so much, you have also gained plenty more.

Like Him, during those times

Lanterns.

It was a warm summer evening in Borgo Fiorito, and the air was alive with the hum of laughter, distant music, and the faint scent of lavender carried on the breeze. The annual lantern festival was a cherished tradition, illuminating the cobblestone streets with golden light and bringing the small Italian town together under a blanket of stars.

You stood on a rickety wooden ladder, your arms stretched high as you tied a delicate paper lantern to a post. The lantern swayed slightly, catching the soft glow of twilight, and you bit your lip in concentration.

“Careful up there,” a deep voice called from below.

Startled, you looked down to see a young man standing with his hands in his pockets, his honey-brown eyes warm with amusement. He was tall, broad-shouldered, blonde hair, and unmistakably out of place in this little town. His neatly pressed shirt and polished boots stood in stark contrast to the casual attire of the locals.

“I’ve got it,” you replied curtly, adjusting the knot on the lantern.

His smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. “Are you sure? Looks like you’re one strong gust of wind away from disaster.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the corner of your lips twitching upward. “I’m fine. Just hold the ladder steady if you’re so worried.”

He stepped closer, his hands grasping the sides of the ladder with steady confidence. “Consider it done.”

As you finished securing the lantern, you glanced down, catching his gaze for the first time. There was something about the way he looked at you—equal parts curious and captivated—that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you,” you muttered as you climbed down, brushing your hands against your skirt.

“Happy to help,” he replied, releasing the ladder and stepping back. “I’m Nanami Kento , by the way. And you are?”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “Busy,” you finally said, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you walked past him.

He chuckled, falling into step beside you. “Busy, huh? Well, Miss Busy, do you at least have time to show me around? I just got stationed here, and I’d hate to miss out on the best parts of this beautiful town.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “Stationed? You’re a soldier?”

He nodded, his expression softening. “For now, yes. But tonight, I’m just a man enjoying the lanterns.”

Something in his tone made your heart ache, but you didn’t press further. Instead, you gestured toward the square, where the festivities were in full swing. “If you’re not afraid of getting your boots dusty, follow me.”

Present

The soft glow of the lanterns outside the hospital cast long shadows across the snow-dusted courtyard. They swayed gently in the cold December breeze, their golden light reminiscent of the festival you hadn’t thought about in years.

You stood frozen, staring at them as the memory flooded your senses. For a moment, you were no longer in the hospital. You were back in Borgo Fiorito, laughing with him beneath the lanterns, your heart light and full of hope.

“Why are there so many lights?”

His voice pulled you back to the present like a tether,and you turned to find him standing in the doorway. His frail frame leaned against the doorframe for support,but his eyes—those honey - brown eyes were fixed on the lanterns.

“They’re lanterns,” you said softly, stepping closer. “They’re meant to bring light to the darkness.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze distant. “I’ve seen them before… haven’t I?”

Your breath hitched slightly, hope began to flare in your chest but yet you feared so much.

“I believe you have, yes”

His brows furrowed, in frustration flickering across his face as he rubbed his temple. “It's… familiar. But I…. can't”

“It's okay” your voice steady even though there was a storm within you.

“Don't push yourself. Just…. take your time”

He looked at you then, his eyes searching yours as if trying to grasp something just out of reach.“Were you there?”

Your heart clenched, and you forced a smile. “Yes. I was there.”

You wanted to tell him everything but you know that his recovery was frail and if you said anything it could ruin him just like that. Besides the storm that ruffles within you, you weren't going to shatter him.

“Let’s get you back inside,” you said gently, moving to his side. “It’s too cold out here, and we still have to wash you up”

He didn't protest as you guided him back to his bed, but as you helped him settle, he grabbed your hand, his grip surprisingly firm.

“The lanterns,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. “They mean something, don’t they?”

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Yes. They mean hope.”

He nodded faintly, as you started to take off his badges. For a moment you felt hopeful again and the lanterns were the one thing that gave you that.

19 December 1954

The morning light filtered softly through the hospital windows, casting a pale golden hue across the quiet ward. In your hands, you carried a simple vase of fresh flowers—white camellias and sprigs of rosemary. Their scent, earthy and sweet, filled the air as you stepped into his room.

You placed the vase on the table beside his bed, arranging the blooms carefully. The flowers were a small act of devotion, a way to bring life and beauty into a place so often filled with sorrow.

The scent lingered as you worked, subtle but insistent, and suddenly, it hit you. You froze, your hands trembling slightly as the smell transported you back.

Before the World War II

23 June 1944

The olive trees stretched endlessly, their twisted branches heavy with silvery leaves. The world felt suspended in a timeless moment as you walked beside him, your steps crunching softly against the earth. The air smelled of ripening fruit and wild rosemary, a fragrance so intoxicating you could almost forget the war that loomed beyond the horizon.

He had asked you to meet him outside the village, promising a surprise. You had gone, curiosity outweighing your hesitation, and found him waiting beneath the shade of an ancient olive tree.

“This” he murmured and he inhaled the air, “is my favorite place in the word” as he gestured towards the tall grass of the field.

The rows of olive trees surround your figure out like an ocean green sea. The scent of wildflowers and sun-warmed earth hung filled your nose as you couldn’t help but smile at the smell,the faint chirping of birds could be heard in the background.

“It's beautiful” you whispered softly as if the words were only meant for you, turning to look at him.

But he wasn't looking at the grove. He was looking at you.

“Yeah”, he said softly yet so tenderly he whispered. “It is”.

The colour crimson dashed against your skin and he only smiled at your shyness.

He held out his hand,and you hesitated for a moment before taking it. Together you walked through the grove, hands swaying and you walked. The sunlight filtering through the leaves painting patterns on the ground.

“Why did you bring me here?” you asked tenderly.

He stopped, turning to face you fully. His expression was serious, but there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart flutter.

“Because this place is special to me,” he said, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. “And so are you.”

Your breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in. He didn’t wait for a response, instead pulling you gently toward a clearing where a single white camellia bush bloomed, its flowers bright against the green.

“They only grow here,” he said, plucking one and tucking it behind your ear. “Just like you. One of a kind

You giggled softly, the sounds didn't go unnoticed by his ears. “Now you're just making things up, stop”

“And if I say no?” he asked you teasingly. You couldn’t answer,not once as his lips quietly pressed against yours. Your hands slowly wrapped around his neck as his gliding their way to you hips pulling you flush against him

And in that moment surrounded by olives trees, wildflowers and camellia, you knew.

Present

The camellias in the vase seemed to glow in the soft morning light, their white petals pristine against the sterile backdrop of the hospital room. The scent of rosemary mingled with their delicate fragrance, weaving through the air like a ghost of the past.

You stood there for a moment, your fingers lingering on the edge of the vase as the memories washed over you. The olive groves, the sunlight, the way he had looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

A soft rustle behind you broke your reverie, and you turned to see him awake, his honey-brown eyes watching you from the bed.

“They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady. “The flowers.”

“They reminded me of you,” you replied before you could stop yourself.

His brow furrowed, his gaze flickering to the vase. “The scent… it’s familiar.”

Your heart leapt, but you kept your expression calm, your voice even. “They grow in olive groves. There were camellias like these back in Borgo Fiorito.”

“Borgo Fiorito,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name. His eyes narrowed slightly, his hand twitching against the blanket. “I know that name.”

You took a step closer, your breath caught in your throat. “You do?”

He nodded faintly, his gaze distant. “It’s… it’s on the edge of my mind. The smell, the name… I’ve been there before.”

A flicker of hope ignited in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain steady. “Yes,” you said softly. “You have.”

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, they were filled with something you hadn’t seen in years: recognition, or perhaps the shadow of it.

“Were you there too?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart ached, but you smiled, keeping your voice steady. “Yes,” you said simply. “I was.”

He didn’t say anything more, his gaze drifting back to the flowers. But as he reached out and brushed his fingers against one of the petals, you saw something in his expression—a spark, a glimmer of the man he had been.

And as you stood there, watching him, you let yourself hope. Maybe, just maybe, the flowers would lead him back to you.

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The night had settled in, cloaked in a shroud of stormy gray, the faint patter of rain echoing through the halls of the hospital. The cold crept in like an uninvited guest, seeping through every crack and corner, chilling you to your bones. You weren’t beside him this time. Duty had pulled you away, leaving him alone in the quiet of his room.

You moved through the dimly lit ward, tending to the others who needed you—feeding those too weak to lift a spoon, bathing those unable to move. Your hands worked tirelessly, but your mind kept drifting back to him. Was he sleeping? Did he call out in the night?

Finally, as your tasks come to an end, you let yourself breathe. Retreating down the corridor, you nearly stumbled into Shoko. Her presence was a welcome relief, a familiar face in the ever-turning wheel of your routine.

Her tired eyes softened when she saw you, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” she said lightly, though there was an unmistakable note of concern in her voice.

You tried to smile, but it wavered. “I’m fine,” you murmured, brushing past her, but Shoko wasn’t convinced.

“Wait,” she called after you, her voice gentle but firm. “Come with me.”

You followed her, your legs moving automatically as she led you down the stairs to the small chapel nestled beneath the hospital. The tiny room was quiet, the storm outside reduced to a faint hum. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, the silence pressing down on you like a weight.

Shoko turned to you, her brows knitting together. “How are you really doing?”

For a moment, you opened your mouth to give the same rehearsed response, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, your chest tightened, and your carefully constructed walls began to crumble.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I—I can’t keep hoping, keep waiting. It’s been ten years, Shoko. Ten years, and he doesn’t even remember my name.”

The tears came then, spilling over like a flood you could no longer contain. Your body sagged under the weight of it all, and before you could collapse, Shoko was there.

Her arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into her warm embrace. “Let it out,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “You’ve carried this alone for so long. Let it out.”

You clung to her, the sobs wracking your frame as the storm within you broke free. Shoko held you without judgment, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“I know it hurts,” she said softly, her tone laced with empathy. “I see it every day. But you’ve been so strong, stronger than anyone I know. And if anyone can hold onto hope, it’s you.”

You pulled back slightly, wiping at your tear-streaked face. “What if… what if it’s all for nothing? What if he never remembers me?”

Shoko cupped your face in her hands, forcing you to meet her steady gaze. “Then you’ll have loved him enough for the both of you. But don’t give up, not yet. He’s still here, and as long as he’s here, there’s a chance.”

Her words settled over you like a balm, soothing the raw ache in your chest. You nodded, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“Always,” she said with a small smile, squeezing your hand. “Now, go to him. He needs you, even if he doesn’t know it.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you left the chapel and made your way back to his room. The storm had quieted, the halls now silent save for the soft hum of machinery.

When you opened the door, you found him awake, his honey-brown eyes meeting yours the moment you stepped inside.

“You’re back,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady.

“I am,” you replied, moving to his bedside. “Did you need anything?”

He shook his head faintly, his gaze drifting to the book on the small table beside him. “Will you read to me?”

Your heart clenched, but you managed a small smile. “Of course.”

You settled into the chair beside him, picking up Leaves of Grass. The words flowed from your lips, familiar and comforting, filling the quiet room. As you read, his gaze remained on you, and for a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope.

Finally he was asleep, you sigh with relief. Setting the book neck to you,as you open your bag to look for your dairy.

Usually, you would write in it but it's been longer than three months now. Opening the book you smiled reminiscing as you discovered little to do lists you wrote down for yourself. As you flip through, a pressed wisteria flower falls to your feet.

Your breath hitched, at the sudden sight.

The memories, of that day

15 August 1945

The village of Borgo Fiorito was in full bloom, its cobblestone streets lined with bright bursts of flowers and the scent of fresh citrus carried by the warm breeze. The war seemed like a distant shadow that day, as if the world had conspired to offer a brief reprieve from its relentless cruelty.

He had asked you to meet him in the lemon grove just outside the village. You found him there, standing beneath the canopy of trees laden with ripe, golden fruit. The sunlight dappled his face, catching the edges of his smile as he turned to you.

“You’re late,” he teased, though his tone was light.

“I’m not late,” you countered, your lips curving into a smile. “You’re just impatient.”

He laughed, the sound so rare and genuine it made your heart ache. He stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets, his expression suddenly serious.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness.

Your stomach flipped, the playful air between you replaced by something heavier, more profound. “What is it?”

He reached out then, taking your hands in his. His palms were rough, calloused from months of war, but his touch was gentle, grounding you in the moment.

“I don’t know what the future holds,” he said, his voice low. “The war, the uncertainty… It terrifies me. But the one thing I’m sure of, the one thing I’ll always be sure of, is you.”

Your breath caught, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“I love you,” he continued, his gaze locked on yours. “And I want to spend whatever time I have left by your side. Will you marry me?”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The war, the fear, the chaos—all of it faded away, leaving only the two of you beneath the lemon trees.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He smiled then, a smile so full of relief and joy it left you breathless. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you might disappear.

The scent of lemons and wildflowers filled the air, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was a perfect moment,

But the moment wasn’t over yet. When he pulled back, his gaze softened, deepened, filled with an unspoken longing that made your breath hitch.

“Do you trust me?” the question came out vaguely as he held out his hand. You tilt your head to the side as if to ask him —I literally just said yes to marry you, how can I not? —he chuckled, when you put your hand in his.

After his proposal, the two of you had walked to the little cottage at the edge of the olive grove, your hands intertwined like they were meant to fit together. You could still feel the faint weight of the ring on your finger, its presence grounding you in the surreal beauty of it all.

Inside, the room was simple yet inviting—rough wooden beams overhead, the scent of lavender from a spring tucked into the windowsill, and the faint flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. You had been nervous, but so had he. It was written in the way his hands hovered just above your shoulders, unsure of where to land, in the way his breath caught as you stepped closer.

“I…as you know I-I…” his stuttering got the best out of him as always. You smiled, as you kissed him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he found comfort around your waist.

The kiss was slow, much more tender than usual almost as if he was being careful not to overstep any boundaries but you both knew tonight, there were no boundaries. You acted on your own as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, a small giggled escaped your childish actions when he laughed while carrying you to the bed slowly.

He carried you to the bed with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“I'm sure Kento,I've always been sure about you” you said as he looked you deep in the eyes, almost looking for a sign, any sign of hesitation.

You smile. And that was all it took for him. His lips found yours soft at first, tentative, as if he were afraid this moment would shatter. But then he deepened, the kiss and everything else melted away. You forgot the world outside—the war, the uncertainty, the shadows of tomorrow. In that moment, it was just the two of you, and it was enough.

The kiss grew so much his lips started making its way down to your collarbone. Kissing the skin softly, he kissed a certain part which made your hands find home in his hair and the sound that escaped from your lips was beautiful to him—it's as if he could hear an angel. His eyes never left your features as he sucked on that certain part—the simple sounds only rushed to his pants now becoming tighter by the second.

“Kento” a hoarse moan escaped your lips while his calloused hands, traveling down to the skirt of your dress. For a moment you looked him in the eyes, almost like a silent reassurance. His hands reached the corners of your silk underwear, “May I?” his voice laced with uncertainty but yet deprived from like a man's natural hunger.

You nodded softly as you felt the air hit your bare core.

Honestly you were very shy, he was the first man to see you like this,and he will be the last. With your dress still covering you,and for a moment before you could prepare he finally kissed you.

The spot where you needed him so desperately, your hands flung to the bedsheet as you gripped them hard so your knuckles turned white. Your breathing hitched as he licked you for a second.

“Kento,my love” he gave you a little hum, to acknowledge your calling upon him. You knew that at this moment he had lost himself within your waters. One of his hands found you intertwining your fingers with his, as he prepared you for his next coming mission.

Like a starving predator, he was devouring you as if you were his last meal. You back arching slightly as his name rolled off your tongue.

Never in your life have you felt this amount of pleasure. Yes you have sneaked off many times with your past lovers:kissing, caressing and canoodling but never like this.

This was your first time, your first time making love to a man you've loved so much.

Your moans grew louder by the minute, and your grip on Kento tightened.

“Kento, oh my…. my-my” a shiver ran down your back and you heard him mutter “ you taste so sweet” his lips came into contact with your clit, and he slowly sucked on it.

You could feel it.

The feeling of erotic bliss creeping into your. You were so until you felt him enter a finger. A low gasp escaped your lips

“Forgive me my love”, the apology sounded so sincere, while he penetrated through your walls.

Slowly that feeling started to build up again. Your hands flung to his hair, begging to find a solution to this feeling.

“Relax, for me sweetheart” he whispered against your wet womanhood.

The fresh scent of lavender surrounds your state,as the wind gushes through the window.

“Oh my god, you smell amazing” the sudden compliment threw you off guard. Your walls tighten around his finger, back arched fingers between the loose strands of his hair.

You whine, as you start to move your hips against the rhythm of his tongue and fingers. You were so close—that feeling was starting to dwell within you again.

Like a bliss you felt a release, your thighs shaking as you were coming down from the pleasure. Nanami held your hips in place and he kept lapping up your waters. You squirm, at the sensations you were feeling.

“So sweet, like lavender I swear”, he whispered against your thighs kissing his way up to you,only to find your foreman against your eyes.

“My love…” he murmured softly. Trying to remove your arms and what he saw could not compare to anything in this world.

Your beauty, it was your beautiful eyes that he so adored. It was the way your lips curved into a sudden smile even though droplets of tears seem to form at the corners.

He cupped your cheeks and whispered softly “You are so beautiful”

You shy away from his gaze,but he kisses you again. It's as if you can feel the love even through every little action.

His hands wander down, to your chest. The feeling of his rough calloused hands squeezed your fully clothed breast.

“Kento… my-my god” you moans against his lips. His lips traveled down to your chest, slowly unraveling the button. His eyes never left yours, just to be sure that you were okay with this.

Your dress discarded on the floor, you fully naked in front of him was something he always imagined but never thought he could have. His eyes darted down your figure, taking in every single detail, every scar, every single birthmark. You were beautiful— laying there lips parted, half lidded eyes, nipples erected just for him. Only now he realized that you finally belong to him, and that he is finally yours.

“Kento, you know it's rude to make your fiance wait” a teasing smile spreads across your lips

How could you just lay there and look so beautiful. He smiled and took off his briefs, your eyes ranking over this masculine figure l, your eyes widened slightly at the sight of his manhood. You swallow, loudly enough for him to hear,only for him to smirk at your reaction.

Finally reaching you, he leans down framing your head with his forearms. You gasped, feeling his torso against yours,the feeling of it against your thigh was enough to make you wonder if it would even fit.

The pad of his fingertips traces patterns against your cheek , his eyes searching for any concerns.

“Kento… ” your tone is so soft and low, wondering if you'll ever get the chance to say the words. “make love to me” as you looked into his eyes.

The confession itself made it clear that you wanted just as much as he wanted you.

“I promise I'll go slow”

The weight of his words lingered in the air, and finally he kissed you. The kiss wasn't as tender as it used to be. Instead there was passion, desperation and a pleasant force of love. Your hands flung around his neck as his hands slowly ran down the silhouette of your body, settling against your hips.

You could feel his member lining towards your entrance. One push was all he needed and that's what you felt, him finally stretching you out slowly. For the first time you felt it, and it was painful, yet so pleasurable.

His eyes found yours, with such concern. He mumbled “Are you okay?” you could only nod and smile. He kisses your temple before he withdraws slowly, but then pushes again the pattern following thoroughly—but steady.

At first it was as if you were dying from pain but now as the rhythm of his slow and gentleness suppresses you could only feel pleasure seeping through and that wasn't enough.

“Sweetheart I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to move a bit faster” his half lidded eyes ranking your features.

He kisses you again as the rhythm of his strokes begins to increase.

“Kento….ahhh oh my god” you moaned loudly.

“You feel so good, god Y/N” it's as if his hips were snapping with pleasure. You could feel every bit of him so deep within you.

Your breath hitched, quickening with every movement, as he angled his firm length to press against a spot that left you trembling.

“I know, I know sweetheart” he says as he kisses your now wet skin slowly making his way to your breasts,sucking the soft flesh as he continues his ministries.

“Kento I can't - can't” you moaned loudly, the stinging sensation was there. Your hands searching for anything to grip on,he kissed you so suddenly the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Your eyes met for a brief moment as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You feel the rhythm of his hips, while his heavy member keeps pushing into you.

The feeling of his groin rubbing against your clit ws enough to send you into the stars.

“I'm so close,sweetheart” you heard him whisper “tell me you're close, oh just tell me you're almost there” he continued.

And you were, “Kento…. I…I think I'm gonna-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt him thrust against that one spot. Just like that you came, your thighs shaking to the core. Your toes curl and your hands find their way to his hair gripping onto him for dear life, not even soon after you feel long strings of ribbons follow after you,with the sounds of Kento’s groans stringing along with your name.

Moments pass, moments of silence where you both could hear the sound of birds singing. It wasn't morning but it's as if they were singing for you—after your wonderful bliss.

Afterward, you lay tangled together under the thin linen sheets, his arms wrapped protectively around you. The cicadas sang their nighttime song, and the moonlight painted silver streaks across the floor. He traced lazy circles on your back, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.

“Mia Stella” he whispered to you.

You tilted your head to look at him,you frowned and he laughed at your confusion.

“You’re my guiding light in all this darkness, my star.” he whispered to you as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Kento…” you couldn’t help but be emotional, tears started to build up again.

“You really are the light of my life, Y/N” he said again and in those final moments, you knew that you were his and he was yours.

Present

The hospital room was quiet save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You sat by his bedside, your fingers brushing against his as he slept, your mind still lost in the memory of the lemon grove—the day he proposed, the night you gave yourself to him completely. It lingered in your chest, both sweet and devastating, knowing that he didn’t remember it.

You reached for his hand again, searching for the man you once knew in the warmth of his skin. But as you turned his wrist slightly, your eyes caught the faintest mark—a thin, pale scar wrapping around the back of his neck.

You froze.

It was the scar left by the chain of the locket you’d given him all those years ago.

Your breath hitched as your heart clenched, and in that instant, you were no longer in the sterile, somber hospital room.

1 Day

Before the World War II

13 September 1945

The train station buzzed with the chaotic energy of departure. Soldiers in uniforms stood in lines, their faces hard with resolve or softened with barely hidden tears. Families clung to one another, desperate to stretch seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.

But for you, the world had gone still. All you could see was him—Kento, standing there in his olive-green uniform, his jaw tight as he avoided meeting your eyes. His hand gripped the strap of his pack, his knuckles white from the effort.

“Do you have to go?” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything unsaid.

He finally looked at you, his amber eyes softer now, filled with sorrow and love. “You know I do.”

The tears you had fought so hard to hold back began to spill as you clutched the small locket in your hand. You’d chosen it for him the day he received his orders, a tiny token to keep him grounded, to remind him of home. Of you.

“Then promise me,” you said, your voice cracking as you fumbled with the chain. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

He reached out, his rough hands gentle as they closed over yours, helping you fasten the locket around his neck. The silver pendant rested just below his collarbone, glinting in the weak sunlight.

“I promise,” he said, his voice steady even as his eyes betrayed the fear and uncertainty he couldn’t voice.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as sobs wracked your body. “Don’t let it take you,” you begged. “The war… don’t let it take you from me.”

His arms came around you, holding you tightly, as though he could shield you from the cruelty of the world. “Nothing could ever take me from you,” he murmured into your hair. “Not really.”

But as the train’s whistle pierced the air, cutting through the haze of desperation, you felt the lie in his words. The world could take him from you—just as it was about to.

When he pulled back, his hands lingered on your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that refused to stop falling. “Stay strong,” he said. “For me.”

You nodded, though your chest ached so fiercely you thought it might shatter.

The final whistle blew, and with one last lingering look, he turned and climbed aboard the train.

You stood there on the platform, clutching yourself against the cold as the train pulled away, its wheels screeching against the tracks. He leaned out of the window, his locket catching the light as he waved to you.

And then he was gone.

Present

19 December 1954

Your breath came in shallow gasps as you blinked back into the present, your hand trembling as it hovered over the faint scar on his neck.

That locket. You remembered how he’d sworn to return with it, to bring it back to you when the war was over. But he never did.

Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed hard, the ache of that day at the train station crashing into you like a tidal wave.

“Kento…” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Do you still feel it? Somewhere, do you still feel me?”

He stirred slightly, his lips parting as he murmured something too soft for you to hear. The faint motion pulled you back, grounding you, though the pain in your chest lingered.

Wiping your tears, you leaned back in the chair and opened Leaves of Grass again. Your voice wavered as you began to read, the words trembling with the weight of love, memory, and hope.

You didn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop.

Because you still believed—somewhere deep in your heart—that the man you loved was still in there, waiting to find his way back to you.

25 December 1954

The morning sun filtered through the frosted hospital windows, its weak rays casting a golden glow on the endless white expanse outside. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the heavens, blanketing the earth in a serene stillness. The halls of the hospital buzzed with quiet activity, nurses exchanging soft smiles as they wished each other a Merry Christmas. You, too, wandered through the corridors, stopping at each room to offer gentle holiday greetings to the patients.

But your heart felt heavy.

It had been days since the flood of memories had overwhelmed you, each one more vivid than the last—his smile under the lemon trees, the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace. You carried them like fragile glass in your chest, terrified that holding them too tightly might shatter you completely.

Today was Christmas, a day of hope and miracles, but for you, it was just another day to face the ache of loving someone who didn’t remember you.

With trembling hands, you approached his room, your heart thudding in your chest. The small, wrapped gift in your hand felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t much—just a token, a gesture—but you’d hoped it might bring a flicker of light to his eyes, even if he couldn’t recall why it mattered.

Pushing the door open quietly, you stepped inside. He was sitting up, his body still frail but his presence strong. His amber eyes turned toward you, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something there—something familiar, something real.

“Merry Christmas,” you said softly, forcing a smile as you approached his bedside.

He nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Merry Christmas.”

You placed the gift on the small table beside him, your fingers lingering on the ribbon as you tried to steady your breath. “It’s not much, but I thought… I thought you might like it.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “You’ve been crying again,” he said, his voice hoarse but gentle.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his observation. “I’m fine,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It’s just… the season. It brings back memories, that’s all.”

His gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the silence between you was suffocating. Then, he reached out, his fingers brushing yours as they rested on the edge of the bed. “Tell me,” he said.

“Tell you what?”

“About the memories,” he said, his voice quieter now. “About… us.”

Your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to find the words. “Kento, you—”

But before you could finish, his hand tightened slightly around yours. “Mia Stella,” he whispered.

The world stopped.

You froze, your eyes snapping to his as your heart began to race. “What… what did you say?”

“Mia Stella,” he repeated, his voice stronger this time. His eyes, once clouded with confusion, now shone with a clarity you hadn’t seen in years. “That’s what I called you. My star. You were my light, even in the darkest times.”

The tears you’d been holding back broke free, streaming down your face as a sob escaped your lips. “Kento…”

“I remember,” he said, his voice cracking as his own tears began to fall. “I remember everything. The lemon grove. The nights under the stars. The way you always smiled, even when I was too stubborn to. And I remember… how much I love you.”

You collapsed onto the edge of the bed, your hands clutching his as you wept. “I waited for you,” you choked out. “For ten years, I waited. I never gave up, even when it hurt, even when I thought you were gone forever.”

He reached up, his hand trembling as it brushed against your cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “For all the pain I caused you. For making you wait. But I’m here now. I’m here.”

You leaned into his touch, your tears falling freely as you nodded. “You’re here,” you echoed, your voice breaking. “That’s all that matters.”

He pulled you closer, his arms weak but steady as they wrapped around you. “Mia Stella,” he murmured again, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re my everything. You always have been.”

For the first time in a decade, you felt the weight of your heart lift. The man you loved had returned to you—not just in body, but in spirit.

And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in white, you held onto him, knowing that this Christmas was a miracle you would never forget.

It was the White Christmas he had always promised you.

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✂️Long Hair 🤍

Characters: Hitoshi Shinso,Shoto Todoroki,Hawks,Eijirou Kirishima x Gender Neutral Reader

What happens when the boys grow out there hair? Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support! As always feel free to leave a request!

Reader does know a lot about long hair.

🐈‍⬛Hitoshi Shinso🐈‍⬛

Shinso didn’t realize how long his hair had grown till your fingers brushed away his bangs. He couldn’t look down anymore without his violet hair blocking his eyes. He had just ignored it, not making a big fuss over something so small. But the feeling of your fingers pulling back the strands into a knot made him freeze. Then when your hands moved away and the strands stayed put he looked up.

“That should help a bit shin”

You hummed, leaning down to his hair before moving back to whatever task you had been doing before.

Shinso found himself reaching for his phone, switching to the camera, and looking at his reflection. His bangs were pulled back, and his hair reached around his shoulders. Shorter strands fell back in their place from the messy bun you made. His tired eyes peered back at his reflection, he looked so similar to him now.

You must have noticed him spacing out since you spoke out.

“It looks really nice, Shin. You look good with it.”

“Hm”

The following week the two of you had Eri over, a tradition the two of them kept. When Shinso entered the apartment after patrol, his eyes landed on his teenage sister and you. Eri was sitting at the counter, she was still dressed in her UA uniform. Her red eyes glanced at him, taking in the new hair. He watched her smile grow before she quietly spoke,

“You look like dad.”

🧊Shoto Todoroki🔥

Shoto had originally wanted to grow his hair out a bit since he wasn't really allowed to when he was growing up. But he didn’t intend for it to get so long though. It now went past his shoulders in red and white strands. Laying flat against his well-toned back. When Bakugou yelled out,

“Hey Repunizal, to your left!” He had realized just how long it had gotten.

He debated cutting it, watching himself in the mirror as his finger combed through his hair.

“Oh Sho, your home!” You had chirped, breaking him from his trance.

“Yes, I got home a bit ago but I didn’t want to wake you up.” He smiled, his arms opening to receive your hug. Yet he caught his gaze in the mirror over your shoulder. He stiffened a bit. Endeavor only ever let Fuma grow out her hair past shoulder length.

“Sho, what’s wrong?”

You questioned, brushing away his hair slightly from his eyes.

“My hair. Do you think it’s too long?” He asked, his gaze on you as you looked up at him.

“Oh, I guess it has gotten a bit long, huh?” You spoke, your fingers combing out a long strand of red. “But I like it, it looks really pretty on you Sho.” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. His face had turned pink. His ears darkened to red.

So the long hair stayed, and he continued to grow it. If it wasn't for you teaching him about how to care for it, condition, brushing, washing, etc, it wouldn’t be as healthy as it was. But now he even found himself researching hair oils off and on.

“It’s so pretty Sho.”

Even the media took notice, they started to comment on it. They talked about how shiny it was, and how well taken care of it looked. And because you had taught him to braid it, the media loved it even more. Photos of him mid-turn, his duel-colored braid levitating above his shoulder, and his pale face appearing out from long ruby strains circled around news stations. He was beautiful.

Some of your and his top picks for his hair are:

A three-strand braid. One strand of pure white, one pure red, and the third was a mix of both.

A messy bun: where his hair hangs in swooping strands. You can’t help but kiss him every time you see him like that.

High pointy tale. Looks like cascading water the way it falls and shines.

The names Bakugou gave him apparently stuck too.

At one meet and greet, his long hair was in a braid on his shoulder. No one had said anything about it till a very shy little girl holding a Repunizal doll went up to him. She was dressed as a Disney princess which wasn’t too uncommon. Sometimes hero meet and greets would also be mixed with some Disney characters. It allowed kids more options. But usually, the event didn’t mix much

“You’re like Repunizal”

She had spoken so lightly that Shotos barely caught it. But he caught your gaze, the soft look in your eyes. You were his Prince Charming in a way, his savior.

“Well, she is my favorite princess.”

The little girl got two pictures with Shoto, one of both of them next to each other and one where Shoto is holding her Repunizal doll. Her hand in his free one.

To say the least, Todoroki became the favorite hero among some little girls solely for his hair. Another event, had a little kid yell out.

“Do the magic!”

Your heart exploded the day the two of you went on a walk and these two kids came up to you both. “Can we please put these in your hair!?” They almost shouted. Their small hands holding clip-on flowers and real ones, their eyes full of stars. You had squeezed Shotos hand so tight he almost thought you were trying to break it.

To say the least, Shoto gained two more supporters that day and many clip-on flowers. You have a picture of him with flowers weaved into his now somewhat messy braid with two little kids by his side with the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen.

🪶HAWKS🪶

Hawks had started to grow his hair longer a year into your marriage, specifically, it was after the incident that happened. And marriage or not, the two of you still acted like teenagers who just fell in love. The two of you were always next to each other when you could be. Keigo did try to keep you away from the camera and lights, but things slip through. A blurry photo of your figure standing at one of the windows of the house once appeared. That freaked you out and angered him. The photo became too gossip. People trying to unblur your face, heading reading “Gold-Digger Rising?” Or “Fans have a new villain .” Yeah, that pissed him off. Keigo ended up investing in good blinds (since he couldn’t move at that moment) and made a public statement about the incident. Asking his fans and news outlets to respect your wishes. It caused some fans to actually argue against him. Stating “Well if they don’t want to get pictures of them taken, then maybe they shouldn’t have married a Pro Hero!” “Yeah, they were asking for it!”

“Are telling me my spouse was asking to be harassed by people?” It was quiet, and your bit your lip as you watched your husband through the screen. Your knee bounced up in down, the commission was going to be pissed at Keigo. The thought caused your heart to ache. He’s gonna get in trouble because of you.

“There is a reason they hide their identity, it’s because of incidents like this.” The crowd seemed to stop arguing after that.

When Keigo came home, landing on the balcony, he looked tired. With his phone in hand, you could hear a woman and two men screeching at him. You caught something about ‘Irresponsible’ and ‘if they were gonna be such a problem!’ before Keigo set it on the counter and walked over to you. The sounds of anger still rang in the room, he couldn’t hang up-less they get more pissed. His wings wrapped around you both. His arms snug around your waist, pulling you incredibly close. His lip rested on your forehead as he murmured, “I found a nice place on the opposite side of town.” He paused, waiting if you had any protest, but you hummed and wrapped your arms around him. His body relaxed slightly, the muscle in his back flexing more as his wings drew closer. “We’ll get some private movers so no one will know and I have some friends who will buy the flat with no publicity.”

It took about three months to fully settle, and thankfully the public didn’t know. One day their favorite hero was there, and the next, not. It apparently made some fans realize their intense…’ fanning’ may have gone too far. Some even spoke out about how they were the ones that drove their favorite pro hero away from his home.

In those three tense months, Keigo forgot to cut his hair. It was longer, some parts reached around his shoulders or past. He could put it in a ponytail now. But all thoughts of cutting it disappeared soon after. You both had been laying on the bed, having finally finished putting away every last box. (Hero work slows down the progress) You had been laying down on him, your back against his pelvis and head tilted upwards. Your hands reached up, fingers clumsy curved around his jaw at the messy angle. “You’re so handsome Keigo” you sighed. Your eyes suck on his gorgeous face that was framed with his honey hair. You ended up sitting up, and Keigo stayed still to allow you to move around him. Your knees went on either side of his strong legs as you faced him. Your fingers curled and played with the hair that hung around his face. “You look good with long hair,” Keigo smirked, his arms going around your waist to pull you flat against him, which almost caused you to fall over him.

“I’m glad to hear you like it chickadee.” He smiled, his hand going up to your back.

“I like it a lot” you rasped out, your lips pressing against him. To your surprise, you both lose balance, causing you both to fall back on the bed.

🪨Eijiro Kirishima🪨

Kirishima has been more focused on maintaining his hair color than the length. His hair was already long, so he didn’t think much of it going to his shoulders… then past. He was still able to spike it! So what did it matter? That was until it became too long to spike. The points starting to fall mid-patrol. If Sero hadn’t offered him a hair tie, he would have been pushing hair out of his eyes. He didn’t think about it that night, getting distracted by you, but this morning it hit him. Kirishima stood in the mirror, his hero uniform on, mask included, and stared at his face. How his hair lay limp at his shoulders and beyond. He could feel that sick feeling clawing up his gut, self-consciousness was creeping in. Did this look manly? Did he look weak like this? Did he even look good like this- would you like him like this? He self-deprecated himself mentally, wishing he got a haircut after patrol.

You passed by the bathroom, on your way to make breakfast. You were still in PJs, mid-yawn with messy hair.

“Hey uh pebble, can I ask you something.”

You paused and entered the doorway. Your body was still heavy with sleep as you walked behind your long-term boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around the back of his, your face smushed into his strong arm.

“What poppin Rocky?” You smiled lazily, your eyes meeting Kirishkmas in the mirror , you were still hazy with sleepy, and Kirishima could tell. It made him smile, watching you slowly open your eyes again. That was until he caught yours then his eyes. His hair.

“Pebble… do you think my hair looks too long?”

The tones snapped you awake. It brought your mind forward. Kiri was feeling self-conscious. No.

“Oh, I guess it has gotten a bit long.” You hummed, moving to the front of him. You stared at him, as if thinking about your responses, even though you already knew it. “But I like it, it’s nice.”

Kirishima was quiet for a moment, catching his reflection again. You watched his face fall.

“Are you sure?”

Kirishima asked, your heart lurched. You grabbed his hand.

“Rocky, you look good in everything. You look strong and scary with your hair spiked up, and you look strong and beautiful with it down. You look amazing either way.”

You smiled softly. Your fingers then trailed to his face mask, taking it off. “Plus, I like the un-spiked look. It makes it easier to play with your hair.” You hummed, finger running through a strand before your eyes caught his ruby ones. They were soft, a form of a thank you. You pecked his lips, “I’ll go make us some eggs”

“Wait pebble, my mask!” He caught your mysterious grin in the mirror before you turned the corner sharply. Kirishima could hear the sound of your feet hitting the floor as you run. He smiled brightly, you always brought him out of his mind. “I’m coming for you peddle!”