#internal beam radiation

[drpriya]

Palliative care for cancer patients focuses on providing relief from the symptoms and stress of the illness, regardless of the stage of cancer. It aims to improve the quality of life for patients and their families through pain management, psychological support, and assistance with decision-making.

Palliative care can be integrated alongside curative treatments or provided as the main approach when the cancer is advanced and treatments are no longer effective. It emphasizes holistic care addressing physical, emotional, and spiritual needs, aiming to maximize comfort and dignity for patients throughout their cancer journey.

Palliative care has been shown to be highly effective in improving the quality of life for cancer patients at various stages of their illness.

Here are some key points regarding the effectiveness of palliative care in cancer patients:

Improved Symptom Management: Palliative care focuses on relieving the symptoms associated with cancer and its treatment, such as pain, nausea, fatigue, and shortness of breath. Studies have demonstrated that palliative care interventions can lead to significant reductions in symptom severity and improved comfort for patients.

Enhanced Quality of Life: Palliative care addresses the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of cancer patients, resulting in enhanced overall quality of life. By providing comprehensive support and symptom management, palliative care helps patients and their families cope better with the challenges of living with cancer.

Better Communication and Decision-Making: Palliative care facilitates open and honest communication between patients, families, and healthcare providers. This communication enables patients to make informed decisions about their care preferences and goals, leading to care that aligns with their values and priorities.

Reduced Hospitalizations and Healthcare Costs: Studies have shown that early involvement of palliative care in the cancer treatment process can lead to fewer hospitalizations, emergency room visits, and intensive care unit admissions. This not only improves the patient's quality of life but also reduces healthcare costs associated with aggressive treatments and end-of-life care.

Support for Caregivers: Palliative care extends support to caregivers who play a crucial role in caring for cancer patients. By providing education, emotional support, and respite care, palliative care helps alleviate caregiver burden and stress, improving their ability to provide care and support to their loved ones.

Support through Transitions in Care: Palliative care teams help patients and families navigate transitions in care settings, such as moving from active treatment to palliative care or hospice care. This continuity of care ensures that patients receive appropriate support and symptom management throughout the illness trajectory.

Overall, palliative care plays a vital role in improving the overall well-being of cancer patients and their families by addressing their physical, emotional, and psychosocial needs, promoting dignity, and enhancing quality of life, regardless of the stage of the disease.

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[dragonkid11]

Mech should have radiators not because it makes engineering sense but because a mech fuming smoking hot coolant from its vents and its white-hot radiator struggling to keep the internal temperature down after firing off high intensity beam weapon or activating highly advanced systems is fucking hot.

[pikavani]

Day 7 - Ragatha, the sweetest little optimist. She beams with positivity and is always kind and helpful, radiating warmth that makes her a beloved figure among her colleagues.

Beneath her sunny exterior, Ragatha grapples with self-worth and existential dread, feeling she hides behind a constant smile. She fears she isn't truly special and worries that her value lies only in her abilities to make others happy. Despite these internal struggles, she never lets her facade slip, always prioritizing the needs and well-being of her friends and coworkers.

The rest of the Office members:

Caine | Zooble | Gangle | Kinger | Jax | Pomni

[ellecdc]

Helloo Elle!

I have a request for a James fic, basically in class they get to see the mirror of erised and when James looks he sees reader and goes “can you move?” Or something??

Love ur fics<33

this was such a cute idea! thanks for the prompt, lovie <3

James Potter x fem!reader who look into the Mirror of Erised [1.4k words]

CW: friends/classmates to lovers, partners on a school project, reader is not in Gryffindor

“Potter! You’re going to get us into trouble.” You hissed quietly, though you stuck dutifully behind him under the invisibility cloak as the two of you carried on down the corridors.

“You’re going to get us into trouble if you don’t keep quiet.” He countered, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted you to be quiet - he found himself to be quite fond of your voice if he was being particularly honest. 

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” You whispered, and he was sure that the point of his neck where your breath brushed against would feel tingly for the rest of the evening.

James scoffed at your question, though he knew you could tell there was no real heat behind it at the way you swatted playfully at his arm. “What’s the point of writing about the Mirror of Erised if we’ve never even seen it?”

“People write papers on things they’ve never seen all the time, James.” You responded firmly. “Merlin, the Philosopher's stone, the existence of nargles…” Your voice trailed off at the end, and James didn’t even have to turn to look at you to know that your brows were furrowed and your nose was scrunched up in confusion as you recalled Pandora Rosier’s last presentation in your Care for Magical Creatures class. 

“Would you like to do the honours?” He asked you then, pulling the cloak off the two of you now that you were stationed in front of the unused classroom that the mirror was being stored in.

You rolled your eyes at his grandeur but cast an alohomora at the door with a smile on your face nonetheless. 

The candles that lit up automatically at your arrival did nothing to quell the almost cold greyness of the room - the candles, the two of you, and the cloth covered object being the only things seemingly radiating any warmth.

“Feels like I’m about to look at a boggart, not the Mirror of Erised…” You muttered quietly, peering around the room with your arms locked around your middle as you subconsciously leaned closer to James’ side. 

“Where’s your sense of adventure, gorgeous?” James teased you, causing you to narrow your eyes at him in what he was certain was your best attempt at a sneer. 

“We tend to leave that up to your kind, Mr. Gryffindor.” You volleyed, but your attempt at an insult merely caused James to beam a smile at you. 

He might have been imagining it, but he was sure that you didn’t seem too disappointed at the outcome. 

“That’s gotta be it there, yeah?” You said then, gesturing towards the tall blanket-covered piece of furniture standing along a wall opposite of stacked chairs and desks.

“What do you say? Ladies first?” James asked as he stood beside the mirror, holding the blanket in his hands as he raised his eyebrows at you in wait.

“Alright…” You said, clearly trying for levity but James couldn’t help but notice that you rolled your shoulders in an attempt to ready yourself.

James pulled at the cloth covering the mirror with a flourish, which he immediately regretted when the room became a cloud of dust that was only enhanced by the gentle candle light.

“Merlin's tits, sorry angel.” James coughed as he tried to fan the dust away from his face. 

With a flick of his wand in an attempt to vanish the dust, James also accidentally vanished the cloth meaning whoever put it in here would be aware of someone interfering with the magical artefact.

James took off his glasses and used his shirt to wipe at the lenses (ignoring the internal berating he was receiving from both his mum and Remus for not using the cloth specifically made for just this) before returning them to his face.

With the dust gone and James’ glasses righted, he spotted you standing in the centre of the room staring at your reflection with a slightly furrowed brow and your mouth hanging open in a silent gasp.

You schooled your expression quickly in a way that James was certain had he not lived with the likes of Sirius “I don’t have feelings for Remus” Black and Remus “I don’t have feelings” Lupin for as long as he had, he wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

“What d’you see? Anything good?” He asked, leaning against the golden frame with all the blaseness he could muster; he was really quite excited to look in it himself. 

You smirked over at him and James told himself that the thump in his chest was from his excitement at getting to lock eyes on the infamous Mirror of Erised. “I see us getting nothing short of an Outstanding on this assignment.”

“With that beautiful brain of yours? There was never any doubt.” James replied haughtily. “Okay, my turn.” He continued quickly, moving in front of you to peer into the mirror. 

He waited for the image to shift; to see himself winning the Quidditch World Cup, to see himself with a partner and children in an idyllic countryside house, to see himself pulling off the biggest prank that the Marauders ever imagined.

But you wouldn’t move.

“Y/N, can you move, please?” He asked quickly, eyes not moving from the mirror as he waited for you to step out of the reflection.

“What do you mean?” You responded, voice sounding far away, and James felt his heart fall right out of his arse when he realised that your lips never moved in the reflection as you said it, and what exactly that meant for him. 

Sure enough, you appeared in his field of vision, moving to stand beside the mirror before gently leaning against it as you stared James head on; he moved his nervous gaze back to the mirror only to be accosted with much the same view in his reflection. 

“What do you see, James?” You asked quietly then, and if James wasn’t currently having a bit of an existential crisis, he may have picked up the taunting in your tone.

But the reflection of you was looking at him with nothing short of love, while the real you was looking at him with something that looked…knowing? And also full of mischief. 

“What is it that you desire most?” You continued; tone taking on a nearly sultry quality as you slowly made your way over to him.

But he wouldn’t look at you, couldn’t look at you; not when he had the image of you standing beside him with eyes full of care and admiration, not when he’d be looking away from that and towards what might be disdain, discomfort, or even disgust. 

“I think the mirror kind of said it all, didn’t it?” He whispered back, knowing he’d essentially outed himself. 

You hummed in acknowledgement as you finally made it to his side. “Why won’t you look away, James?”

“This is preferable.”

“Preferable?” 

“Right.”

“She’s looking at you with love, isn’t she?” You asked gently. 

James finally closed his eyes at that. 

“That’s how you were looking at me, too.”

His eyes flew right back open as he turned to stare at you - the real you.

And there you were, the real you, looking at him knowingly, and accusingly, and nervously, and…lovingly.

“You saw me too?” He whispered.

“I saw you too.” You agreed softly. 

“Oh thank Merlin.” James groaned as he pulled you in tightly against him and rested his forehead against yours. “I thought this whole thing was about to go tits up.”

You snorted in laughter as you linked your arms around his middle in return. “The rest of this assignment would’ve gotten really awkward.” You agreed, and the two of you stood there in front of the Mirror of Erised, neither of you looking at the mirror, but rather breathing in exactly what it was that each of you desired most. 

“Think we got what we needed, James?” You murmured into his chest, referring to your extra-credit work of actually experiencing the magical artefact that the two of you were writing about.

But as he relished the warmth of your body which was slotted against his as though the two of you were puzzle pieces created to fit together, he had no problem agreeing that, yeah, the two of you got what you needed.

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Worst Nightmare: Ra’s al Ghul’s Matchmaking Skills

It started with a mission.

Tim hadn’t expected to be sent after a new ghost anomaly, much less one that was human-shaped and strangely familiar. But when he found himself face-to-face with Danny—a teenager who radiated Lazarus energy like it was his second skin—things got weird. Fast.

Cue the League of Assassins bursting onto the scene, followed by a dramatic entrance from none other than Ra’s al Ghul himself.

And that’s when Tim learned the big, world-shattering truth: Danny was Ra’s al Ghul’s son. Not adopted. Biological.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Tim stood, slack-jawed, watching Ra’s beam with the kind of pride usually reserved for conquering cities. Danny, standing awkwardly next to him, scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah, so, uh… surprise?” Danny offered.

Ra’s spread his arms wide. “Timothy! This is a joyous day. My son, Daniel, has found you at last.”

Tim blinked. “Found me?”

Danny shuffled nervously. “Uh, yeah. You’re kind of… important to the family now.”

Tim’s brain short-circuited.

———

The Heir Situation

Because here’s the kicker: Ra’s had been trying to get Tim to join the League for years. He saw Tim as a potential heir. But now, with Danny in the picture, Ra’s had an even better idea.

“Through Daniel,” Ra’s explained, practically glowing, “I can finally bring you into the family as I always intended.”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not marrying into the League of Assassins.”

Danny choked. “Wait, what?!”

Ra’s nodded sagely. “I see you are both shy about it. No matter! Destiny has a way of unfolding as it should.”

Tim and Danny exchanged horrified glances.

———

Danny and Tim’s Relationship

Despite the chaos, Danny and Tim clicked. Danny was chaotic but genuine, a refreshing contrast to the constant stress of Gotham. And Tim? Tim was the most grounded person Danny had ever met.

“You know, you don’t have to listen to Ra’s,” Tim pointed out after one particularly tense League encounter.

Danny shrugged. “Yeah, but if I don’t humor him, he gets pouty.”

Tim snorted. “Ra’s al Ghul? Pouty?”

“You have no idea.”

———

The Batfamily’s Reaction

When Tim brought Danny back to Gotham, the batfam had questions.

Bruce: “He’s… Ra’s’ son?”

Tim: “Yep.”

Jason: “And you’re… what, his fiancé now?”

Tim: screaming internally

Danny: “I’M RIGHT HERE.”

Damian, eyes wide: “Uncle?”

Danny grinned. “Hey, kiddo.”

Damian, flustered: “I—no. This cannot be.”

———

Ra’s Is Thrilled

Back in Nanda Parbat, Ra’s couldn’t be happier. Every time Tim showed up, Ra’s looked like Christmas came early.

Ra’s: “Timothy, you and Daniel are a perfect match.”

Tim: “In what universe?”

Danny: “Technically, several.”

———

Danny Was Happy.

That was the problem.

Tim might hate making Ra’s happy, but… Danny was different.

Danny liked being part of the League. He liked the structure, the weird family dynamic. He liked the purpose. And he was thriving.

Tim couldn’t ruin that.

Tim didn’t want to make Ra’s happy—he’d rather swallow glass—but he did want to make Danny happy.

And if that meant putting up with Ra’s al Ghul’s matchmaking schemes, well…

Tim gritted his teeth and endured.

———

Tim’s Inner Monologue:

“Being with Danny isn’t the issue. The issue is that it makes Ra’s happy. And I refuse to let that man win.”

Danny: smirking “You’re fighting a losing battle.”

Tim: “Shut up.”

Danny: “Love you too.”

[irradiated-imp]

First post in a while. I have since made many things, but for now have my Godzilla work. The First King of the Monsters, The original Godzilla. He first rose from the depths in 1954. He suffered great pain from the nuclear bomb testing's in Bikini Atoll. He took his pain and wrath out on the people of Japan, or any unfortunate neough to find themselves at sea in his territory. He terrorized Japan for years, occasionally battling off other gargantuan monstrosities in his time, before his inevitable demise. He was killed by the Oxygen Destroyer, a super weapon created by the late doctor Daisuke Serizawa, who took his own life after destroying his work on the Oxygen destroyer to keep it from being recreated.

The Second King of the Monsters, Godzilla Though Godzilla perished in the 70's with the first and only ever use of the Oxygen Destroyer, his offspring survived. Godzilla Sr.'s offspring, simply called Godzilla during his time, had taken to his mutations much more easily than his father. Though he was born in his current form, and his body had adapted to its current form so he lived without pain, he knew the ones responsible for leaving him alone, without his father. In 1985, this Godzilla surfaced to unleash his own fury on Japan. Tho he was still destructive, after a few years he settled into life on Infant Island, and only came to Japan when he felt his territory was endangered. He died when his internal nuclear reactor had a melt down, irradiating all of Infant Island.

The Prince of the Monsters, Godzilla Junior The current Godzilla, and son of the previous. It's unknown where he, or his father, came from, but his presence on Infant Island was known prior to Godzilla's death. The radiation from his Father's death empowered him, allowing him to grow into a more powerful form. Jr. is notably more agile and faster than his father and grandfather were, having adapted perfectly to his new form. His atomic breath is also considerably more powerful than both of his predecessors. Unlike his family, Jr. never grew to hate humanity. Though he does not go out of his way for the express purpose of saving man kind, he doesn't actively seek its destruction.

The Golden Demise, King Ghidorah. A three headed alien from an unknown planet. He ofund his way to the Solar System landing on Venus. He eradicated all life on the planet, draining the energy from all of the beings on the planet, before moving on to the next planet, Earth. King Ghidorah however did not expect the planet to be crawling with other, equally large, equally deadly monsters, and often found himself unable to drain the life from Earth. Most often he would face either Mothra or Godzilla, the pair eventually forcing him to flee back into space, before Godzilla's death. Once he has absorbed enough energy, he plans to return to Earth and finally wipe out all life on the Planet.

Multi-Puprose Fighting System 3, Mecha Godzilla With the ever rising presence of giant monsters across the world, the people of Earth came together with a plan to deal with them. The UN formed the AMF, Anti Megalosaurus Force. This military force was made to combat any and all giant monsters that appear, when they appear. The AMF, using state of the art tech, advanced computers, and the bones of the original Godzilla as a base to work off of, created the Multi-Purpose fighting System 3, or Mecha Godzilla. It is piloted by a single person remotely. Mecha Godzilla comes with numerous armaments. On its right arm is a pair of rail guns. The base structure of the rail guns can also extend an electrically charged blade. The left arm comes equipped with the most powerful Maser Cannon ever built. Mounted on either shoulder is a more recently created weapon, high power twin plasma cannons, designed with the purpose of burning through hardened shells. Finally, the most powerful of Mecha Godzilla's abilities is dubbed the Proton Scream, a beam fired from the mouth with enough power put into it to slice many monsters clean in half. This ability is rarely used due to the amount of power it consumes. Though the machine has no life nor will of it's own, many of maintenance crew believe it to be haunted, often making reports of it moving, or activating on its own. One particular report from an engineer claims that Mecha Godzilla came online and watched the Engineer as they worked. These reports are unsubstantiated and assumed to be untrue.

Type 1 Maser Tank The original Maser Tanks invented in the late 60's to deter Godzilla Senior prior to his death. The technology has improved considerably since then, with modern Maser Tanks having a minimum power output nearly double the maximum of the Type 1's.

Size comp of Mecha-G, Ghidorah, Sr., Goji, and Jr.

[jeonggukieverse]

So I saw you were taking requests, how about writing on this idea that Jungkook is dating someone (they have been dating for a long time) who would always smile and say it's okay whenever Jk misses out on important things of y/n's life, and the boys would constantly hint that jk should give y/n more time. Jk gets super sad once she realises that he might be not making y/n happy anymore. A fluffy ending please. 💓 I hope this isn't too much ...

Mind & Music

Pairing: Composer Jungkook x Academic Female Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Absolutely Filthy Smut, Fluff, Angsty

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), mentions impregnation

Word count: 10k+

My first fic in ages! Feels good to be writing again~ This in not proofread because I was to excited to be uploading again hahah.

This request has been in my inbox for ages, thank you for being patient anon. Love ya 

Let me know how you guys like it 

- Ryeon <3

He isn’t here. You half expected him not to be. 

Still, you found yourself gazing into the audience half expecting to see that specific mop of black hair. Again, disappointment pulls at your heart as you still don’t find it.  

You hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your disheartening thoughts. You stood up and walked over to the podium and began your speech. 

“Thank you all for coming out today. It’s a privilege to be presented with this award. I am honoured to be standing here in front of you as the youngest recipient of the universities achievement of the decade award. Though I would not have been able to do this without the support and guidance of- “ 

You pause for a moment as you saw familiar smiling faces staring back at you in the crowd. Yoongi and Tae beamed at you from the back of the auditorium. Even from so far away, you could still feel the smiles radiating from their faces. You mirrored their expressions and met their proud grins with one of your own as you continued your speech. Having them here almost made all of your butterflies flutter away. Almost. Cause only the presence of one person could have caused them to disappear completely. 

After the ceremony was over, you rushed out to find your friends. You spotted them stood by the food table munching on some snacks. Your eyes locked with Tae’s first as you ran towards both men and rugby tackled them both into a giant bear hug. 

“Y/N-ah! Please, be careful! You could have knocked over my cucumber sandwich” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung ‘smocking tone. 

“Cucumber? That’s a little bland for you Kim Taehyung”

“First of all, don’t use my government name in public and second of all, it’s the best option this place has to offer. I mean, I get it, it’s Yonsei’s international focused program so it’s going to cater to foreigners but babe, you are in Korea! Where are the spices? Where is the flavour? Where is the taste?” He ranted while wiggling the pale looking sandwich in his hand. You giggled but you couldn’t deny he was wrong. 

“Hey! As a foreigner, I do not claim this cuisine” You retorted. 

“If you say so” Tae rolled his eyes. 

You shook your head at him then turned your attention to the quiet figure next to you. 

Yoongi smiled and held his hand towards you. 

“The youngest recipient of the achievement of the decade award, huh? Very impressive” 

Coming from anyone else, that sentence would have come out as painfully sarcastic but you knew coming from yoongi, it was the highest compliment he could have bestowed on a human being. You completely ignored his attempt at a hand shake and pulled him into a tight hug instead that he gladly accepted. 

Yoongi was the first friend you had made in Korea. You had met on a language exchange app. He was the only guy you had spoken to that hadn’t asked to go ‘eat ramen’ with you, go ‘see his cat’ or ask you to join a cult. But still you carried pepper spray in your bag when you agreed to meet him at the coffee shop because stranger danger is still a thing. It turns out you didn’t need it cause Yoongi was the sweetest guy you had ever met. Blunt as hell but lovely still. You recalled fondly that upon your first meeting that he had told you that your Korean pronunciation was like an elementary school kid. Did it sting? Absolutely. Was it the last time he would say something like that? Absolutely not. But he made sure you improved and got better. He decided midway through your friendship that learning English was ‘too troublesome’ for him. He had made up his mind that listening to you speak English occasionally was the best way to learn…Sure yoongs. 

It was actually Yoongi that introduced you to your boyfriend. Speaking of 

“So where is he?” 

Yoongi’s smile dropped slightly as he absorbed your change in mood. 

“He’s in the studio with Joon. They’re still working on finalising the soundtrack.” 

You forced a smile on your face, sensing the awkwardness in his voice. 

“Ah, its okay! He’s working, I’m happy he at least has a good excuse! If he was at home playing overwatch or something, I would have been super mad” you said hoping your joking tone would mask your disappointment. 

Taehyung chuckled but you know Yoongi could read you like a book. He knew how you really felt. 

“Let’s go! The rest of the guys said they’d be at the bar, right? I want to show them how cute I look in all my graduation gear. Seokjin is going to die of jealousy cause there is no way in hell he looked this good on his graduation” 

“He’s gonna murder you for even insinuating that” Tae gasped in feigned shock. 

“I’d like to see him try” you sang as you skipped in the middle of the two men. You hooked both of your arms in theirs and pulled them towards the exit. 

“There she is!” 

This was the first thing you heard before you were met with a flurry of applause and cheers as you stepped into the bar. 

You saw the gang sat at your regular booths now decorated with pink and white balloons and confetti. The table adorned with gifts and ‘congratulations banners’. Jimin, Seokjin, Hobi and Jennie stood there holding bottles of champaign. You felt your eyes start to well up, completely touched by the kind gesture. 

“Aww you guys” you spoke, voice wavering. 

“Ha! Pay up Seokjin, I told you Y/N would start crying before she even sat down! Thanks Y/N, you just won me 50000 won” Jennie exclaimed.

“No! Technically, she hasn’t cried! No tears have fallen from her eyes. C’mon Y/N keep it together” Jin begged.

“Sorry Jin, I gotta get my girl her money” You replied, blinking hard so the tears would run down your cheeks.

The group erupted in laughter as Soekjin took out his wallet. 

“That’s enough you two. Tonight, is about Y/N. Congratulations sweetheart.” Jimin said as he pulled you into a hug. You accepted his embrace but you found yourself looking over his shoulder to see if your boyfriend was amongst the crowd. He wasn’t. 

“Yeah, it’s about me! And my goal is to be as drunk as possible by the end of the night!” you proclaimed earning you more cheers from the group. Hopefully if you’re drunk, this feeling of disappointment will eventually go away. 

And it does. After 4 shots of soju, 2 vodka lemonades and a weird cocktail concoction Jimin force fed you, you were feeling better than ever. You were on the dance floor with Jennie having the time of your life. That was until you felt arms wrap around your waist. 

Oh hell no. 

You spun yourself around ready to fight whoever in the hell thought they could touch you unprovoked. Before you could administer your first blow, you were met with a pair of beautifully familiar brown eyes. 

There he was. Jeon Jungkook. 

Your fighting stance shifted as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to envelop him in a warm hold. You inhaled his scent as he began to lovingly plant soft kisses in the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar fire start to burn at the pit of your stomach. His innocent gesture in your drunken state was igniting a reaction in you that you were eager to explore. 

“I’m sorry baby” he whispered in your ear. 

And just like that, the feeling was gone. At those three words your vagina dried up quicker than the Sahara Desert. Cause as quickly as you had forgotten, you were reminded once again that he had let you down again. But could you be mad? He was working. This had been his dream since he was a little kid and they were so close to finalising this project, they just needed to finish to complete some final composition. Could you be mad at him? You decide once again, that you couldn’t. Once again, you put his needs before yours. You pulled away from his shoulder and met his face. You plastered a fake smile on and put on another show. 

“Baby, don’t be silly! Don’t worry about it, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.” 

“Thank you, baby. I’ll make it up to you” 

“I know you will” 

And he did. 

The next day, Jungkook took you out to a beautiful dinner to celebrate your achievement. You loved him and you appreciated the gesture, you always did. But you couldn’t help still feeling hurt. 

You supported Jungkook, you always had and you always would. 

It’s funny to think about how devoted you were to him considering how rocky your fist interaction was.

Jungkook was Yoongi’s roommate. You and yoongi had been friends now for about four months before he finally decided to invite you over to his apartment. You had to say, this made you very nervous because Yoongi had always been such a private guy. You knew enough about him to say that you were friends but he always kept himself to himself. This was a part of him that was refreshing to you, really. He was excellent at establishing boundaries. You’ve never had a friend like that before. He was very mature but also very kind and very sweet. So, when he invited you over to game night with his friends you were ecstatic. It’s finally felt like he let you in and that you became real friends. 

And as excited as you were, you were equally nervous. Yoongi had told you bits and pieces about his friends but he assured you they were all really nice. 

You were still on edge but you assured yourself that you were a pleasant person! You had come out of your shell so much in the last couple of months. Your introverted personality had been spun on its head and you were now someone completely different. The constant support from Yoongi and your advancements in your career had made you feel absolutely unstoppable. 

And isn’t it amazing? How months of character development can be wiped away in 2 seconds. 

As soon as you walked into Yoongi’s apartment, you wished you could walk right back out because the second your eyes met with Jeon Jungkook it was very apparent, he did not like you. Like, at all. 

The boy, who had previously been laughing and talking to his friend, made eye contact with you and completely shut down. The smile fell from his face and his body suddenly became stiff and rigid. He looked at you for a millisecond before tearing away eye contact completely. 

You tried to ignore him. You really did because the rest of Yoongi’s friends were so cool. They made you feel welcome and you felt almost at ease. But still, your consciousness couldn’t help but wonder over to the pale, inked up boy stood in the kitchen dressed in an oversized t-shirt and ripped black denim. 

As much as you tried to ignore it, his coldness didn’t alleviate through the night as you’d hoped. In fact, not only did it not get better; it got worse as the night went on. As everyone kept drinking more and more you felt yourself become a little bolder. What was this guys problem? You haven’t done anything to him, he had no reason to be this hostile to you.

You raised this with Namjoon, another one of Yoongi’s roommates, who assured you that Jungkook was always a little weary of strangers. He was a shy person that had great difficulty adjusting to new people. His advice was to give him time to warm up to you and when you felt ready, try and start a casual conversation. 

But it wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried that. You’d made several attempts through the night to try and speak to him to at least extend the olive branch but each time he refused running away from you as if you had some kind of disease. You were sick of it.

You saw him alone on the balcony a few hours later and realised that this was your chance. You marched up to the doors and slipped out to give this guy a piece of your mind. Hearing the noise behind him Jungkook turned his head to be met with you. Again, panic started to run through his body as he tried to make an escape around you but you would not let him. 

“What is your problem?! What did I do to you why are you so weird towards me? I know Yoongi and Namjoon said that you are very selective with your friends and that’s cool but I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me so much. Fucking hell, we just met today! What could I possibly have done that hurt your feelings so much?!” You yelled at him. Your words slightly slurred. Liquid courage was really on your side tonight cause there was no way in hell sober Y/N could yell at him like this. Especially hear on the balcony, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight. And the way the evening breeze ruffled through his dark locks made him look like an actual prince.  

“Woah, where did you get the impression that I didn’t like you?”

Huh?! 

His almost idiotic question quickly snapped you out of your thoughts. Was he being serious right now? Or is he just making fun of you?

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t looked at me the entire night, you haven’t introduced yourself and every time I come over to you to try and get some kind of conversation going you run off. Now tell me why are you doing all of that and not speaking to me like a normal human being !?”

“Because I think you’re pretty! And I’m intimidated by you!”

Eh? 

You remained silent for what felt like forever. Did he really just say that or did you just imagine it? No, there is no way he woul- 

“Jesus Christ, say something! Anything!” He huffed. Now putting the half empty beer bottle to his lips to stop his mouth from humiliating him even further. 

Well, Jungkook thought, if he’s going to humiliate himself may as well fully go for it. 

“You think Yoongi hasn’t told us about you? He’s told us how incredible you are. About how you’re a transfer student at the most prestigious college in Korea. About how you’re on track to be the recipient for the ‘biggest brain ever in the whole century award’ or whatever its called. He made you sound so cool; I was banking on you at least being a little bit of an asshole but again, Yoongi’s stories proved us wrong. He told us about how you willing let a random little girl sit next to you for 2 hours at a café because she wanted to practice speaking to you to improve her English. And if im being honest, the more I heard the more I wanted to meet you but when you came in today, looking as fucking beautiful as you do. Which Yoongi coincidentally forgot to mention which is funny cause he mentioned every- fucking -thing else. When you came in…”

He paused and let out a sigh. Breathing for what seemed like the first time since beginning his outburst. 

“…When you came in, I realised how far away from me you were. And I dint have any business even speaking to you. We wouldn’t have anything in common and it would make me realise how inadequate I actually am”.

There was a pause again. Slowly, you began to let out a small giggle. Your small giggle quickly erupted into a full-bodied belly laugh. Your stomach began to hurt and your eyes began to water. You had to lean on the balcony door for support as you surely felt you would pass out. 

During your breakdown, Jungkook could only stare at you his head tilted to the side like a confused bunny. His eyes fell to the floor as your laughter pierced him like a knife and was the cherry on top of his mortification. 

“And you think Yoongi hasn’t told me about you, Jeon Jungkook?” You asked as your laughter subsided. 

“Jeon Jungkook, the musical prodigy. The Jeon Jungkook that could play the piano before he could even walk. The Jeon Jungkook that everyone refers to as the Golden Maknae because you’re so good at everything. Your friends are very vocal about not just your talents in your field but also socially. Apparently, you’re the reason you guys even exist as a friend group. You were the one to make friends with each of them and bring them all together. Do you know how impressive that is?! But I’m intimidating cause I’m a little smart and I’m not mean to children? You are something else Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook paused again. A chuckle escaped his mouth as his laughter then began to mimic yours. You joined him again as both of you stood on the balcony laughing with or at each other. You must have looked like maniacs but at the time both of you were too buzzed to care. 

Either way, this broke the ice between both of you as you were both able to bypass each other’s extensive achievements and finally got to know each other as people.

You’ll never forget that night. You and Jungkook sat on that balcony from 10pm to 7am, long after the others had left or gone to bed. Just talking about anything and everything until you both reached a comfortable silence.

And as the sun was rising, welcoming a brand-new morning you nudged Jungkook’s hand. His head lazily turned towards yours and he met you with a dimpled smile. 

“For what it’s worth” You smiled back. 

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too” 

That was 5 years ago and you and balcony boy have been inseparable ever since. You had now been there for every single important moment in each other’s life. Well…Almost.

3 years ago, Jungkook and Namjoon got the opportunity to produce a music score for a short film. Despite the films small budget, it managed to exceed all expectations and ended up getting nominated for a golden globe! You were ecstatic and so fucking proud of him. You felt like his talents and hard work were finally getting realised.

Little did you know it would be a bittersweet moment for yours and Jungkook’s relationship. Naturally as more eyes were on the film, more ears were listening to the soundtrack. This had your boyfriend pulled off to here there and everywhere in front of directors and movie studios all interested in investing in the musical duo. And finally they had been hired to compose an entire score to a new movie for a huge studio! This movie in particular, Jungkook had begged and pleaded for. He said the scrip and film premise really spoke to him and were perfect and he needed to compose this movie. This was such a huge deal for them and again you were over the moon. But there were downsides. During the first year after their debut you saw Jungkook 10 times that whole year. You spoke almost every day but almost every conversation ended in an argument. It was either and argument about you feeling neglected or him not feeling supported and it sucked. It really took a toll on both of you. 

The second year was much better. This time for a bit more of a selfish reason. The film studio had its own recording studio in Seoul only a 20-minute walk from yours and Jungkook’s apartment! He was finally able to be home more and you could actually spend time together. And so you did. 

Honestly, the first 6 months Jungkook was back home all you guys did was fuck. It was constant and almost none stop. You fucked in every room of the house at all hours of the day. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

There was a day you both decided to take a break from having sex and just play some video games together. It took you both all of 5 minutes before sonic was long forgotten about and you were bent over the sofa. 

It was very romantic really. But even that joy was short lived. 

Jungkook prioritised his art. That was one thing you’d always respected and admired about him. Even the way he talked about music that wasn’t his, he painted the emotions of the music into words to explain to you the way a piece made him feel. He could describe to you in detail the way the crescendos bend in the moments before it’s about to fall. About how the vibrations of the violins is the most romantic sound ever to grace the human consciousness. He was an artist through and through. His music was him and he was his music. They were one and could not be separated. But that raised a question for you:

Where did you fit in? 

This is what made the dinner you were on now very melancholic. It was to make up for him missing your award acceptance. 

He was sorry. You knew he was but you couldn’t ignore that this was your forth make up dinner this year: First was your birthday, second was your anniversary, third was dinner with your parents (that they had specifically flown out to Korea for) and the forth was the award. The award he knew you were on track to get before he’d even met you. The award you’d poured your heart into getting and the one you’d sacrificed so much for. But he was sorry, right? Plus, he had promised to make it up to you. Next week your professor had invited you to the university to give a special lecture to other projected recipients of the award you’d just achieved. It was a high honour as these students were the best and the brightest students from countries all over the world and of all the recipients to give the lecture, they had requested you! There have been recipients before you that had gone on to win Nobel Peace Prizes but they had specifically requested you. And Jungkook was so proud of you.

“Are you okay, little mouse? You seem a little quiet tonight”. Jungkook asked, genuine concern apparent on his face. 

“I’m just thinking bunny boy.”

“About me?” He winked at you, almost cartoonishly. 

“Bunny boy, how can you cross my mind if you never leave it” you winked back at him with the same playfully cartoonish obnoxiousness. 

“Ooh that’s going on my list” 

For the past 5 years of your relationship Jungkook has been keeping a list of things you say to him that makes him smile. This list has always confused you cause it would always be the silliest stuff. Once, when he was sleeping, you went and snooped through his notes app just to see this list and you couldn’t believe it. You were expecting the most romantic phrases or compliments that fluffed his ego but instead, the top three (out of four thousand!) were:

“I’d fight a microwave for you”

“You smell like home” 

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too” 

You woke him up immediately to ask about it. But his only defence was they were phrases you said that make him smile. You’re understanding of his list was ‘irrelevant’ to him. 

God, you loved him. 

“You’re so silly. But seriously Kookie; don’t worry, I’m good. Plus, you’re the one who’s been talking my ear off all night. I’m surprised you’ve even noticed me being quite” You quipped playfully, taking a sip of your wine. 

“Ooh, someone’s feisty tonight. I forgot what red wine does to you” He quipped back; eyebrows now raised highlighting the metal bar that accented it. 

God, he was cool.

“How could you forget? The first time we met I was wine drunk” 

“Ah yes, how could I forget. You get very mouthy off of red wine. Don’t worry, I know how I can put that mouth to good use” 

“Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled at him in a whisper.  Eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard your boyfriends lewd comment. Luck for you the other couples around you’re were too infatuated with their partners to even notice you guys. 

“Well, while were in pubic, put that mouth to better use and tell me about your day” he said, now leaning back in his chair. 

“Well, my day was pretty calm actually. It makes a change. I was walking Ban and bumped into Holly and Yoongi. We were talking about next week and he asked if he could bring a plus one. Wink, wink” 

“A plus one! Is Yoongi dating?! In the 12 years I’ve known the guy he has never shown romantic interest in anyone. I can’t even imagine his type. Did he give you any information”?! 

“Nah, you know how he is. Yoongi will only let you know what he wants you to know” 

“True. What’s going on next week?” 

You paused for a second and started chuckling. He was kidding. He had to be. 

The smile then fell from your face when he didn’t share in your laughter. 

“Oh my god you’re serious? You forgot about my lecture”?!

He gasped and began coughing as the bite of steak he had just put into his mouth had just gone down the wrong pipe.

“Of course not baby, how could I forget something so important to you” he continued to splutter. 

You stared back at him. The good mood you had felt a moment ago had completely evaporated. You waited for him to gain his composure so he could explain himself cause boy he had some explaining to do. 

“Just for giggles and fun and jokes, what date is your lecture again?” 

“The fifteenth” you said, shortly. 

His face fell and his eyes stayed stuck on his plate.

“Baby…Please don’t hate me. That’s the night we have the final run through of the soundtrack with the director. I can’t miss that…I’m so s- “

“You’re so sorry. Im sure you are.” You stood up. 

You grabbed your purse and you stormed out away from him. You could hear him calling your name but the burn of your throat as you fought back the tears overpowered his calls. 

How could he? No, how could you? How could you ever expect anything different. You will always be second to his first love and that was a pain you had to learn to live with. 

The moment you left the restaurant and the cold air of the night hit your face you decided to just let the tears fall. You sobbed as you walked further and further away from him. 

You heard the rhythmic pounding of laced up docks hitting the pavement behind you. 

“Y/N please I’m sorry. Just let me explain…”

“No! There is nothing you could say that would fix this! I have always been there for you! I have supported you from the very beginning! Every piece of music you have ever played for me I have cherished as if it were my own and you used to support me too! At my first presentation you were there. Cheering at the top of your lungs in a silent room. You used to be my number one cheerleader but now when all I ask of you, is to just show up? You can’t do it. And every chance I give you to fix it. You let me down. Jungkook, I need some time away from you. I’m going to be staying with Yoongi for a few days”. 

You said nothing more. You spun around and walked the 2 minutes to Yoongi’s apartment. And true to your word you stayed with them till the day before your lecture. 

Despite being a creative Jungkook worked like clockwork. Every single day at the same 3 times a day Jungkook would try to call you. The call was always followed by an ‘I love you’ text but today was different. After the second call of the day the text that followed said:

“I know this is such a fucking reach and such a huge ask but would you mind swinging around our apartment today at around 3? Director Anderson would like to speak to you. I know you probably still need your space so I’ll be in the apartment but I’ll be in the bedroom. I’ll come out only when you’ve left, I promise. Please come” 

He really had some fucking nerve. That ‘please come’ at the end of his text almost sent your blood boiling. 

“You should talk to him,” said a familiar voice. 

Your turned your whole body around on the sofa so Yoongi could see your eyes roll at his suggestion. 

“Yoongs, I feel like it shouldn’t be me your having this conversation with. You should try telling him not to break commitments to people” 

“Oh I have! That’s why I’m telling you, you need to speak to him. I know it’s none of my business but I think you guys just need to talk it out. And even if you don’t have anything to say, at least hear the boy out” he finalised before turning on his heels and heading back into his room. 

That wasn’t the speech you were expecting but it did calm you down enough to re-read Jungkook’s text. Your boiling rage had now been replaced with intrigue and curiosity. The meeting was requested by the director of the film? This was very unusual. You had heard about the director in passing but you had never spoken directly before. But you had decided that you were going to go. You we determined to look the man who practically stole your boyfriend for years in the face and lecture him about respecting his colleagues work/life balance! Plus it will be good practice for your lecture tomorrow. Two birds, one stone. 

It would be an absolute lie to say that you weren’t missing Jungkook. You knew the apartment would smell like him and you hoped you may be able to swipe one of his t-shirts to sleep in before you leave. 

You ubered over to your apartment and stood before the oak front door feeling oddly nervous. To took a shaky breath and inserted the passcode: 5318008 (you and Jungkook were children at heart cause you both laughed for hours after agreeing upon the code).

Upon hearing the beeping of the lock to confirm the door was unlocked you pushed it open. You stepped in, removed your shoes and couldn’t help the solemn smile that crept onto your face. Jungkook’s scent hit you as soon as you entered the room. 

God, you missed him. 

You strode inside and were met with a recognisable figure sitting upright on your sofa. His back stood tall and his hair was a mousy brown colour. It was so bizarre seeing him here. There was an uncanny feeling, seeing this man you knew but had never met sat in your living room.

He must have felt you staring at him because his head soon whipped around. 

“Y/N. So nice to finally meet you.” He stood up and walked over to you shoving his hand out towards you. You shook it hesitantly. His hands were cold and clammy but his eyes were warm. He was tall and chubby but he wasn’t foreboding, in fact he seemed rather friendly Damnit. You wanted him to be an asshole, it would have made telling him what was on your mind so much easier. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr Anderson” you said as coldly as you could muster. 

“Mr Anderson is so formal, just call me James. Although its strange. We’re meeting for the first time but it feels as if I have already met you” His German accent becoming more apparent as he spoke. 

“And why is that?”

“Ah, that is why I asked Jungkook to invite you over. Although it does feel strange extending you an invitation to your home” he chuckled to himself. 

He invited you to sit down on the couch, it was only then that you noticed a laptop connected to your TV. 

“What’s all this?” you asked. Genuinely curious. 

“I have a little something for you to watch. It may make explaining why I asked you hear a little more apparent. Please, have a seat my dear” he guided you to the sofa as you plopped yourself down. Eyes glued to the screen. 

You anticipated what would happen next when a familiar tune began to play. You knew it was Jungkook’s composition as soon as you heard it. Suddenly an animated mouse popped up on the screen. She was in the wings of a stage, obviously nervous but she strolled out into the spotlight in front of a stoic audience of other animals. Just as she was about to speak there was suddenly a loud whooping from the crowd that interrupted the slow score. It was a bunny. A bunny with banners and whistles and confetti and he was cheering for her. The others in the audience told him to be quite but he exclaimed ‘That’s my girlfriend’ still as proud as can be. 

The trailer played on and you slowly started to get it. It was you. This little mouse was you. Tears welled up in your eyes as yours and Jungkook’s entire relationship began to play in front of you. All your highs and your lows. It was beautiful and the accompaniment of his music made the tears pour from your eyes until it was over. 

You turned back to James and attempted to speak but only blubbers could come out. 

“Let me explain Y/N. When Jungkook and Namjoon came out to LA to play some stuff for the studio the only thing the boy would speak about, other than music, was you my dear. Jungkook and I sat for hours speaking about you. He told these elaborate stories about how you met, who you are and about the adventures you got into together. It was indeed very fascinating to me, you almost seemed like a heroine in his very own story. He bragged about your achievements almost as if they were his own. According to him, you are the smartest woman on the planet my dear and he would not be told otherwise. Oh, congratulations on the achievement of the decade award! And the youngest recipient at that? Incredible work my dear, just incredible. Jungkook went into great detail about what a huge deal that was. Needless to say the day after the networking event I went home and began writing the script for ‘Mouse & Bunny – Mind & Music’. I had just never seen someone so passionate about another person. His passion for you far outweighs his passion for his craft, that much was apparent, it was awe inspiring and I had to bring It to the screen. I think that is why Jungkook fought so hard to be the lead composer for the soundtrack. He wanted to intertwine the two loves of his life”. 

You sat there in complete shock for a moment before jumping into James’s arms and engulfed him into a hug. His moustache tickled your shoulder as he chuckled and said he was happy to have cleared things up. As he packed up his laptop, he was asking you so many questions, probably attempting to confirm the validity of Jungkook’s stories: 

“Did you really fight a microwave” 

“I most certainly did” 

“Did you really use protein powder as flour for a cake?” 

“I most certainly did” 

“Did you really not know the earth went around the sun?” 

“That son of a-… no comment” 

He snorted as he packed up the last of his things. You walked him to the door but he turned to you before saying his final goodbyes. 

“Y/N, it seems wrong for me to give the final approval for the soundtrack. I’ve heard it and I know it’s the most beautiful accompaniment to the film but it seems only fitting that the muse gets to give the final say so. Take the afternoon to listen to it and pass your notes to Jungkook. If you like it, I’ll approve it. So there should be no need for my originally planned final listen tomorrow. Jungkook seemed like he wanted to attend something much more important tomorrow anyway” He winked at you as he closed your door. 

You didn’t even wait for the door to fully shut before you were sprinting to your shared bedroom.

The pitter patter of your bare feet slapping the wood floor could almost not be heard over the beating of your heart. You bust open the door to see the love of your live leaning over his piano. 

You must have given him such a fright as his big boba eyes were the first to greet you. 

“Y/N I-“

You crashed your lips onto his, completely cutting him off. 

“I am the stupidest person in the world.” 

Jungkook laughs, standing up beside you. 

“No little mouse, why do you say that” he said with a soft smile while he caressed your tear-stained face. 

“I don’t know why I didn’t just ask! I’m so- “

“Even if you asked, I probably wouldn’t have told you. I wanted things to be a surprise. But baby, first I needed to apologise, like really apologise” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for” 

“Yes, I do. Ever since I met you, you brought light into my world. I wanted to express to you my love in the best way I knew how and this project, to me, was the best way for me to put into the world how I felt about you. But I was selfish, I took my expression of love and put it above all the things I knew you had work so hard to achieve. In a way, I put my love above yours and I will forever be sorry and I can assure you, it won’t happen again. I love you Y/N L/N” 

You reward his confession with another kiss, pulling him into your arms soon after. 

you sighed, almost longingly. “Whatever shall I do with my bunny boy?” 

“Whatever shall I do with my little mouse?” Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear, drawing soothing circles on your hip. 

He gently placed you down against your mattress. You clung to him and giggled  

You stay quiet, appreciating the comfort of Jungkook’s presence. 

God, he smelled good. 

“Okay,” he purrs, caressing your hip as he repositioned himself more securely. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh? A week away? It felt more like a lifetime” You nodded in response. Terrified that if you spoke, your voice would fail you.

Jungkook shifted, the hand that was previously on your hip swiftly fell over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my smart girl?” he hums as his hand slipped between your thighs. “My smart, pretty, intimidating girl?” 

Your eyes flutter closed and you revel in the feeling of him running his fingers over the front of your panties. Your toes curl at the sudden pressure.

“Ah,” you hissed.

“Hmm?” he says, mouthing against the crook of your neck. His mouth feels so warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “My smart girl doesn’t have anything smart to say?” 

“N-No,” you tried to scoff back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands were getting braver now as he slipped his hand beneath your waistband, and touched your wet heat head on. “Baby.”

Jungkook chuckled at your immediate submission for his touch and took the opportunity to connect his mouth back you yours. You whimpered in surprise, legs trembling as he gets to work circling your hardening bud. Your thighs are squirming, clenching around his hand every few moments. 

You bit down a whine. “I was just…” you trailed off as he teased his index and middle fingers against your opening. 

“Just what baby? Just thinking?” he said as he finally pushed himself off of you and propped himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze became a familiar dark. He moved at a godlike speed as he snatched his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs. 

Jungkook pulled away from you and rolled his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins pulling off his shirt. You had to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of him. 

He threw his shirt off to the side of the bed, his sleeve of tattoos that wrapped around his bicep and crawled down his chest were wonderfully free now. “My eyes are up here, little mouse” he said and your eyes immediately shot back up to meet his gaze. He leaned towards you, muscled arms coming to cage you in against the headboard. 

“No one is looking at your eyes bunny boy” you attempted to quip back. Completely failing to mask the tremor in your voice. Jungkook always had a way of making you feel powerless under his gaze when he was on top of you like this. 

His hand grabbed beneath your knee and yanked you unforgivingly until you were slumped down onto your back with a squeak. You settled with his knee pressed directly against your core. Jungkook stayed towering over you. 

He placed his hand gently around the base of your neck as he leaned in to properly grind his thigh into you. “Is that right? No one’s looking at my eyes, huh?” he murmured darkly, thumb pressing a little harder into the side of your neck. You sobbed, soaked panties rubbing roughly against his leg. 

“Are you gonna touch me?” you interrupted, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook pursed his lips together in thought. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “Not too sure yet.”

You whined. “Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckled, running his hand up your waist and taking your dress with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouthed at your neck. “Cute,” he cooed. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You trembled, chest heaving into him as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gulped. “You just do it better.” Jungkook followed your admission with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

You mewled in response, determined not to give him the satisfaction of answering his question. Cause you both new the answer was yes. He made you cum so much better than you could.

“Remove your clothes for me...” he whispered gruffly yet sweet as he pulled himself from you. 

You hurriedly removed the rest of your clothes you caught Jungkook’s mouth falling open in awe at the semi-nude sight of you before him. After finally removing your bra and panties, you threw them to the floor with the rest of your clothes, you observed how he licked his lips shamelessly as he took in the view of your beautifully perky nipples that drove him absolutely insane. You looked into his deep eyes, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from palming his cock over the confinements of his pants – watching you get worked up just for him. 

“Are we that type of couple, Jungkook?” you whispered his name sweetly as you slowly climb on top of him. You straddled him, pushing your breasts flush against his chest.

“Which type are you referring to?” he murmured back as his hand moved back to between your thighs – feeling the damp patch of your essence now overflowing. You felt his cock pulsate in anticipation.

“The ones who have an argument, then have angry make up sex?” you giggled as you began pressing soft, delicate kisses along his neck. Jungkook’s eyes shut tightly as he felt your teeth nip at him – causing a breath of air to leave his lungs while you began sucking on his skin – leaving your mark on him. The next thing you knew, Jungkook pulled your mouth away from his neck and flipped you over. He was now hovering over you and began continuing on you what you had started on him

“Jungkook...” you let his name occupy your mouth and your thoughts as he suckled on your skin – alternating between kissing you, biting you and dragging his teeth further south to your boobs.

“Let us see how much of a good girl you can be for me...” you suddenly felt his breath dangerously close to the mound between your legs, before his hands began kneading and gripping at your ass-cheeks. Jungkook moved his face right into you – just shy of his nose touching your folds from behind as he took in your sweet scent. He wanted to devour you whole – but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to hear you beg and plead for your own pleasure and release. You trembled at the contact of his index finger running along your slippery lips, feeling it hastily stroke your bud before he pulled it back down again – repeating the same action over and over.

 Jungkook smirked at the noises coming from you; whimpers of frustration, want and need. He knew you were like putty in his hands with the way your lewd wetness heavily coated his finger; and he would have wanted it no other way.

“Please Jungkook...please stop teasing me – I need you so fucking badly I – “you rolled your head to the opposite side – placing your blazing cheek against the pillow in an attempt to extinguish the apparent fire that was burning your entire face. You knew he was making you wait for it – and you both simultaneously loved and hated it in a hundred different ways. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, along with moans of satisfaction as his tongue continued to explore every inch of you. The scandalous sounds from his tongue and his lips filled the room as he continued to consume you. 

“I’m so close Jungkook – fuck...” you moaned a string of further curses as he sped up his movements – his finger now wiggling heavily over your clit as his tongue probed you even deeper than before.

“Are you really?” he hummed, slowing his pace as you whined in response. “Hmm...I can’t have you coming undone on me just yet little mouse...where’s the fun in that? Plus, I had to wait a whole week for you to come back. Do you think I would let you cum so quickly?” he grinned coyly as he moved away from you – licking the remainder of you off his lips as you damn near cried out in anger at being denied your orgasm when it was seconds away.

God, he’s such an asshole. 

“You can cry and whine all you want...but you’re not getting anything unless I think you deserve it; do you understand me, baby?” he cooed with the heaviest form of sarcasm you had ever heard as he began coating his erection with your wetness – giving himself a few strokes as he smirked and watched you squirm in defeat underneath him. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, before turning onto your stomach as fast as you could to avoid his arrogant gaze. 

As you laid faced away from him, all you could feel was the thick width of his cock resting between your cheeks as Jungkook took it upon himself to slowly grind himself into you – giving him the minimal amount of pleasure and you the maximum amount of excruciating frustration.

“Yes! I understand...please...I’ll do anything, please!” you shamelessly pleaded – hearing the desperation in your own voice as you moved your ass backwards into him. Jungkook chuckled before he began sprinkling light kisses the whole way up your spine – the fleeting feeling of his lips leaving damp patches on your skin being enough to make it feel like he was burning you with desire for more of him.

“Good girl” Jungkook praised you – letting you feel the tip of his cock resting just on top your drenched entrance. And – without warning, he quickly eased himself in as far as he could go; hearing you let out breathy moans and whimpers as he pressed deeper.  

“Louder” he commanded as he leaned back – looking down to view his member leave your tight walls – much to both of your displeasures. “I want the entire world to know who’s fucking your pussy like this right now” he slammed back inside you, feeling your slickness engulf him as your screams filled the room. 

“That’s it Y/N, that’s my good girl” Jungook growled as he began pounding you into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried and sobbed feeling his cock reach deeper inside you with each time his skin smacked against yours. Jungkook relished in the look of your ass every time it bounced off his lower abdomen as he continued pummelling into you mercilessly – when he saw your hand reach back to try and hold his. Knowing that you needed to feel the security of his grasp, Jungkook leaned over your back and laced his fingers with yours – giving you fast, deep strokes of his cock while you felt it slam against your precious nerves inside you. Jungkook knew you were already on the verge of letting go from the way your voice got louder and higher – along with your walls constricting around his member so tightly that he had to almost hold his breath to not finish before you.

“Cum for me – you earned it sweetheart, let go and let me hear your beautiful voice” he cooed into your ear. And, like his words were the only thing that could set you free, you came hard around him while you closed your eyes tight as you felt your orgasm pour out of you. Jungkook coaxed you through your cries of ecstasy as he slowed his thrusts down – still keeping their depth while his groans harmonised with your own voice in the wake of your pleasure. And, just as quickly as it came, your high left your body – leaving you slumped face down into the pillow with no will to do much else other than breathe. You felt Jungkook slowly slide out of you – feeling the emptiness he left behind while he began pulling you up and back into his chest, his hands then roaming over every inch of your skin he could find.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he purred, nibbling on the bottom of your ear and letting you know that he was still standing to attention with the way his member pressed into your ass. You let out an airy chuckle, still not able to maintain a coherent train of thought.

“Mmhm” you hummed, reaching behind you to let your hand rest on the back of his neck, letting your fingers get lost in his hair as Jungkook dotted your neck with kisses once more.

“I can’t get enough of you – no matter how much you give me, no matter how much I take...” he murmured on top of your skin, making you shiver from head to toe and smile from ear to ear.

“What are you waiting for then, bunny boy?” you replied, turning around to him and coming face to face with his dark hooded eyes. “I want you to take more...take me, Jungkook” you mewled as Jungkook’s hands began caressing all his favourite parts of you – your hips and the tops of your thighs included. 

You swapped positions and you positioned yourself on top him. As you did, Jungkook quickly pulled his legs underneath your bottom before crossing them below you, while you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist so that you were both in a sort of Lotus Flower position. You looked down, seeing his head perfectly level with your tits as he began kissing and nipping at your hardened nipples – making you reel from the sensitive sensation that coursed through you. You observed his hand as it slipped underneath you – grabbing a hold of his pulsating member and angling it right before your welcoming entrance once again.

“Baby...aren’t you forgetting something?” you questioned immediately in reference to the fact that he was about to enter you whilst you both found yourself in the most romantic baby-making position known to man. Jungkook shook his head as he looked up into your eyes, his stare completely melting you from the inside out.

“I want to feel you when I cum inside you...I want to make you mine in every way possible...will you let me?” his husky voice travelled to every single part of your soul as you let your mouth hang agape. 

“But – what if...you know?” you replied, wondering how he felt about the most obvious thing that could happen from not using protection. 

“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N” he whispered softly, feeling himself press against your small opening as the tip of his cock became engulfed by your slick tightness. “’If it happens, it happens. I would want no other woman to mother my children” you both let out an intense moan in turn as he pushed his way inside you. When Jungkook thought about you carrying his first child and bringing the product of your love into the world; with him becoming a father and you becoming a mother, it filled him with delicate feelings of paternal happiness he knew he could never feel with anyone else but you. 

You bit your lip hard as you rolled your hips at a rhythmical pace into his – feeling every inch of him curving inside you. Jungkook placed one hand below your bottom, while cradling your back with his free arm as a means to let you set the pace of your love making, but still letting him have full control over your every movement. You felt wave after wave of pleasure strike you as your clit moved flush against Jungkook’s body that was tight against yours; and your moans continued to spill from your lips as he looked up into your face – his eyes full of life and love as he seemingly peered right into your soul. In contrast to Jungkook’s way of asserting himself over you just moments ago, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he let his mouth hang open – panting and groaning at the feeling of pleasure from being inside you and so close to you.

“I love you...so much, Jungkook” you managed to speak – feeling your body almost grow limp from having little to no energy left as you felt your sweat drip down your temples. Sensing your exhaustion, Jungkook helped you lay down on your back to the bed – keeping himself still lodged inside you as he rested himself between your legs. His thrusts were slow, deep and meaningful as he pressed his forehead to yours and took your hands in his – pinning them to the bed while he felt your pulse rocket as he pushed you once again to your second orgasm of the evening. You felt like the entire world was spinning as you attempted to moan and writhe in fulfilment – but unfortunately, no sound left your mouth as you produced a silent cry in the wake of Jungkook’s pleasure-filled stokes that reached deeper and deeper within you.

“And I... I love you Y/N” Jungkook’s lips found yours for the millionth time as he felt himself twitch inside of you – his entire seed mixing with your juices as he came deep within you. He tensed every single one of his muscles, letting you swallow each of his moans as he slowed down gently.

“I’m so happy that you’re mine...” he almost whimpered as his movements ceased – before letting himself collapse on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck while you raised your arms up and over his back to hug him even closer to you.

“And I’m so happy that you’re mine, too” you kissed the top of his head – still feeling his cock buried inside of you as you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. 

Jungkook raised his head a fraction to look at you – his appearance both thoughtful and endearing as he held on to you. “I really am sorry Y/N. I never want you to feel like your aren’t a priority to me” he blinked gently as you continued to listen to his heartfelt, post love making thoughts.

“I know” you replied quietly, tracing the muscles along his back with your fingers. “And I’m sorry too. I guess we both just need to communicate a little better”.

“My Y/N – You are my world. You – you are my everything. I used to not understand what people meant when they said that to someone they loved, because before you – I thought music was my only love. But every day I spend with you, you give me a hundred more reasons to adore you. I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove that.”

You felt yourself well up at his words of endearment. He really was your world and you now knew for a fact that you were his too. 

“Ooh, I forgot to say” you interrupted yours and Jungkook post love making silence. 

“James said I could approve the soundtrack for our film” 

Jungkook smiled to himself upon hearing you refer to it as your film. 

“If that’s what James said, who am I to undermine the director.” He declared. 

“The songs are on my phone in the Media Folder but im gonna hop in the shower while you listen. Cause it will break my heart if you don’t like them” he chuckled, half joking half serious. 

“I know im going to love them babe. But you go and take your shower, I’ll be right here when you come out”. 

He left with a smile. 

You scrolled through his phone to find the music files and tears began to fill your eyes once again as you read the tracklist: 

“I’d fight a microwave for you”

“You smell like home” 

“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too” 

And the list went on. It was his list. His list of your phrases that made him smile. Before you could even finish reading the tracklist, you ran to the shower you embrace your bunny boy and show him for a second round how much you loved him. 

Although, if you had taken just a few moments to read the tracklist, Jungkook is sure you would have loved the last song on the soundtrack. It was the only title that wasn’t you contribution, it was his: 

12. “I hope she’ll marry me”

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[izvmimi]

cw: repost. fluff. female pronouns for reader.

The Symbol of Peace always smiles.

Always.

It’s part and parcel of the job - All Might, the prototype of what it meant to be a Hero, taught his successor that anything worth doing can be done with a grin on his face. 

And so he follows suit. It’s not exactly difficult, because Midoriya is by nature friendly and cheerful. Plus, years of coming face to face with people who mean to do harm on a global scale has done wonders in training him to be calm under pressure. 

However, despite the fact that his do-gooder expression is both reflexive and (mostly) genuine, it doesn’t take long for his dedicated staff to realize that professional Hero Deku has many different smiles.

Today Deku sports one such smile as he makes his way through the double doors of the agency at 7:50 am, one of the newest interns immediately running up to him to hand him a coffee. Deku looks down at the eager young woman and murmurs a word of thanks as he beams at her politely, and the senior assistant on the team notices immediately.

“He’s upset,” she whispers to the intern as she walks past her cubicle. The intern cocks her head to the side and shrugs her shoulders.

“How do you know?”

“His smile isn’t reaching his eyes.”

The young woman gives the older one an odd look, then glances at her boss as he disappears into the hallway to his office without saying an additional word. Yes, he’s more quiet than usual today, but there isn’t anything that particularly implies that he’s upset.

But she can tell the difference when Midoriya emerges an hour later, cell phone pressed to his ear and beaming as he says goodbye.

“I’ll see you at home. I miss you,” she catches briefly as he approaches.

There’s a new expression of ease and contentment that seems to radiate from him head to toe, and concentrated in the arc of his lips that she hasn’t noticed before despite all her fanaticism, intense to the point that she can recite nearly all of his interviews from memory and draw the winning media shot from his greatest rescues from scratch.

Her senior approaches behind her again, nearly startling her as she stares at him walking down the office hallway from her cubicle, entranced as she wonders what it is that is so starkly different. She almost jumps a foot high when the woman behind her laughs.

“He has to have just spoken to his wife. She’s been out of town for the past week.”

“How do you know?” she asks.

“Because there’s a special smile that he keeps only for her.”

[trsrina]

not-so secret admirer h. yujin

your friends think you have a secret admirer but little did they know, all those anonymously given gifts left on your desk every morning are from none other than your secret boyfriend.

written in second person pov, gn reader, fluff, established relationship, high school au, requested !! mentions of food

“ha! it’s here again! i told you it wouldn’t be a one-time thing,” a paper bag labelled with the logo of the bakery near your school sits there on your desk with a mini heart-shaped letter clipped to it.

it was still quite early in the morning as the clock ticks half-past seven, most desks empty with the exception of a few school bags messily littered on the floor.

you smile unknowingly upon being embraced with the warm gift.

“open it! open it! this is so sweet! this whole secret admirer thing is straight out of a kdrama,” your friend jumps up and down excitedly by your side as she waits for you to unveil the gift.

“okay, okay, calm down. why are you even more giddy about this than me?” you chuckle as you delicately take the letter and hold it close to your chest as you read it secretively.

“hey! let me see it too,” she tries to peek at the handwritten letter as you hold it closely to your heart, scanning through every messily written word on the thin piece of paper.

it wrote, ‘good morning. i got this for you on my way to school. please eat it while it’s hot. i hope you like it xoxo,’ signed off with the single letter ‘h’.

the letter was snatched away from your hands before you could properly process it and soon, your ears were attacked with a dolphin-like squeal.

“oh my god, you lucky bastard! you bagged a green flag,” your friend pretended to be jealous of you as she pout and softly hit your shoulder, returning the heartfelt letter to you as you unwrapped the paper bag to be met with the sweet aroma of the strawberry flavoured dessert, warmth still radiating from the pastry, fresh out of the oven.

“he’s just a secret admirer. i haven’t technically ‘bagged’ him or anything. i mean i probably don’t even know him,” you playfully bumped your shoulder against hers.

however, while your friend was too busy in her little world fantasising about all the possibilities of your love life, you knowingly grin to yourself and internally gushed over the boy who just so seems to be the culprit.

“han yujin, what has gotten into you?” you murmured to yourself and shook your head as the morning bell rings.

after an eternity of sitting through your morning classes, lunch started and so, you and your mini friend group gathered at the halls to get lunch together at the cafeteria.

it consisted of a few friends you’ve made last year in your old class, now all having been separated in the new school year.

said friend group also included han yujin, the very boy who you fell for last summer and has since been secretly dating throughout the summer.

upon making eye contact with him as you all walk up to each other, your other friend from another class enthusiastically skipping up to you to sling an arm around your shoulders, the both of you bashfully offer a small smile to each other and hide the pink hue decorating your cheeks, looking down and avoiding eye contact.

with the rest of you friends walking up ahead and chattering away, passionately rambling on about how boring classes were, yujin sneakily took the place by your side and walked right next to you.

“hey, did you like the little gift i left for you this morning?”

you softly beamed at him, trying your best to hold back the grin peeking on your face, “thank you, yujin. i really liked it but you really don’t have to do this every day.”

“hmm, i’ll think about it,” his eyes finally looked into yours, lovestruck and just so in love, you were surprised your friends didn’t notice you two making heart eyes at each other yet.

mesmerised by the way his gaze lingered on you, you drifted away from the conversations of your friends.

you both sneaked glances at each other, looking into each others’ eyes for a millisecond before looking away. your hands did the same too, swinging by your sides and gently bumping into each other, the back of your hands touching for a millisecond and then pulling away only to do the same once again.

your newly blossomed relationship didn’t start long ago so you were both still quite shy.

setting down your plates on your table, yujin speed-walked over to your side and raced your friend to sit on your left, they only side-eyed him and snickered as they sat on your right instead, letting him have his way with a snarky smile on his face.

as soon as everyone was seated and started digging in, you felt warmth enveloping your left hand that was placed in your lap, a larger hand interlocking their fingers with yours, the intertwined hands resting on your thigh.

you almost spit out your rice upon feeling yujin boldly taking your hand in his and immediately turn your head to look him in the eye.

your wide eyed gaze meets his smiling ones, innocently grinning at you and holding in his giggles.

calming yourself down, you turn back to your previously neglected plate and continue digging in.

however, your heart still beats at 100 km/h and the pumping in your chest distracts you from the conversation of your friends.

“why is your face so red? are you alright?”

the look on your face resembles that of a deer caught in headlights, eyes shot wide open as you face the concerned gazes of your friends.

“i’m fine! it’s just a little hot in here, you know. um, let me just go get a cold drink from the vending machine real quick, bye,”

you untangle your hand from yujin’s in a rush and your chair screeches as you push it back to stand up, and you speed walk out of the cafeteria.

“it’s 2°C?” your friend questioned as you left.

reaching the vending machines area, you let out a sigh and lean on the wall near the vending machine, hand resting on your heart to feel your pacing heartbeat.

“what is wrong with you,” you speak to yourself in the empty area as your head hangs low with the lights of the vending machine reflecting off of you.

hearing footsteps nearing the area, you immediately regained your composure and tensed up.

“hey. are you okay?” it was yujin.

“yujin? why are you here? go back before they get suspicious.” your words were cut off when yujin walked closer to you, the proximity taking your breath away.

“relax. don’t worry about them for now. it kills me that i can’t be close to you when i haven’t seen you for so long.”

“it has only been a few hours, yujin,” you chuckled as he pouted at you. his hands grabbing yours.

your head tilted up to face him and his tipped down to get closer to you, lips simply hovering over each others’. “but i still miss you,” he mumbled.

you felt the air from his mouth when he spoke hit your lips, reminding you of the close proximity between the both of you. and so, yujin made a move and leaned in, eyes closed, your eyes closing too in response.

you could feel the warmth from his face transport to yours, his hand creeping up your arm to hold your chin, thumb gently grazing your flushed cheeks, you both leaned in closer and- clack!

your heads swiftly turned to the source of the sound, snapped out of your trance, only to be met with the surprised look of your friends, eyes wide open and jaws dropped, speechless at the sight of two of their friends having such an intimate moment.

the sound came from your friend dropping her belongings on the floor due to the shock and honestly, you could not blame her nor the rest of your friends for the dramatic reaction.

you and yujin exchanged awkward glances after taking a look at your frozen friends, yujin nodded his head at you as if giving you approval.

“um, well, surprise?”

i am so so sorry this took so long to write i hope you like it and this is my first work after my very long hiatus so hopefully my writing didn’t get too bad 😨

[cal-flakes]

hi lovey <33 i admire your work so much and hope life is treating you well <3

not to bug you but i was wondering if you could write this thought for me? the thought being drunk rafe and he's so touchy and sweet with you. he's like, "i'm gonna marry you one day" all saccharine sweet and you're like, "baby u have to sleep" and he's like, "okay but what flowers should be have at our wedding?" ahhhh it’s just so cute!

╰┈➤ drunk rafe gets a little emotional

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing.

summary: barry delivers y/n a very early birthday present, a very loved up, drunk rafe.

“incoming!” barry called from the front of the house, causing y/n to rush from the kitchen. she wasn’t too surprised, barry had called her not too long ago, warning her he was bringing rafe home, yet failed to mention the state he was in.

pulling the door open in a flash, she ran out hurriedly, expecting some sort of crime scene, as usual. yet was pleasantly surprised to find her boyfriend stumbling up the drive way, an arm slung around barry’s shoulder.

“bare! look! that’s my girlfriend, have you met her? awh man, she’s great!” he gushed, pointing towards her frantically. chuckling, barry shot y/n an apologetic glance, knowing she was in for a long night with this one.

“yes, rafe. i’ve met her plenty of times..” he sighed, pushing his friend through the front door, accidentally sending him crashing onto the floor.

ignoring the drunken mess behind her, she turned to barry, thanking him for bringing rafe home safely, for once.

closing the door behind her, she turned to her boyfriend, humming and harring about what to do with him. “okay, come on” she huffed, ushering him up the stairs. “where are we going?” he beamed excitedly, turning to face her, grinning ear to ear. “we’re going to bed baby”

“bed? no, i want to spend time with you angel..” he cooed, tripping over the last step, distracted by her sheer beauty. “you can, in bed” she stated, attempting to be stern with the intoxicated, six foot two giant now holding onto the wooden railing for dear life.

“fine, fineee…” he slurred, following her into the bedroom like a kicked puppy.

once she’d convinced him to get under the covers, she did the same, kicking her slippers to the side.

after a moments silence, she internally cursed at his sudden need to ramble on.

“you know, i love you so much. like, you are just so amazing, and-and so beautiful it like, honestly? it makes me want to throw up..” he gushed, turning around to face her, pressing a wet kiss to the tip of her nose.

she lay silent as he continued, talking him to herself about her as if she wasn’t there.

“when we get married, can we have a big cake? i love cake..” he sighed, his mind drifting to all types of baked goods.

“yes of course, if..you go to sleep, now” she suggested, awaiting a drunken refusal.

“yes ma’am!” he cheered, saluting her before turning back over, too far gone to go on his usual rant about her hair is always in his face.

taking the win, she rested her head on his back, appreciating the heat radiating from him. just as her mind fogged over, her ears perked up once more.

“we should get a dog…”

[drpriya]

There are no specific blood tests that can definitively detect pancreatic cancer on their own. However, there are certain blood markers and tests that can be used in conjunction with other diagnostic methods to help assess the possibility of pancreatic cancer or monitor the disease's progression.

Some of the blood tests that may be considered in the evaluation of pancreatic cancer include:

CA 19-9 (Carbohydrate Antigen 19-9): CA 19-9 is a tumor marker that is often elevated in people with pancreatic cancer. However, it is not specific to pancreatic cancer and can be elevated in other medical conditions as well. CA 19-9 is most commonly used to monitor treatment response and disease progression in individuals with known pancreatic cancer.

CEA (Carcinoembryonic Antigen): CEA is another tumor marker that can be elevated in various types of cancer, including pancreatic cancer. Like CA 19-9, CEA is not specific to pancreatic cancer and is used in conjunction with other diagnostic tests.

Complete Blood Count (CBC): A CBC can provide information about the number of different blood cells, which can be affected by pancreatic cancer or its treatment.

Liver Function Tests: These tests measure the levels of certain liver enzymes and substances in the blood. Abnormal liver function test results can be a sign of pancreatic cancer or other liver-related issues.

Note that while these blood tests can raise suspicion of pancreatic cancer, they are not definitive diagnostic tools on their own. To confirm the presence of pancreatic cancer, further diagnostic procedures such as imaging tests, endoscopic examinations, and biopsies are typically required.

For the general population, the focus of a full-body checkup or general health screening typically includes monitoring for common health issues like high blood pressure, cholesterol levels, diabetes, and early detection of more prevalent cancers such as breast, colon, or prostate cancer. While these screenings are important, they are not specific for pancreatic cancer. Get full body checkups done to detect pancreatic cancer and other health diseases early.

[avis-writeshq]

valentine – tsukishima kei

w/c: 1.5kei

a/n: written for @sugardaddyreo and her valentines day event <3 sorry for how LATE this is

genre&warnings: rated 15+ for timeskips and suggestive??? ; reader wears a dress and uses makeup

summary: “i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine.”

SERVICE

I've rejected affection/For years and years

“I think I need three years worth of sleep to get over the day I just had,” You grumble, dropping your bag on the couch and wiping your face with both hands in exhaustion. At Kei’s laugh, you shoot him a pointed glare. “I mean it!”

He snorts, gently placing a hot cup of jasmine tea on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I didn’t say anything!”

Your glare softens when you take the cup of tea in your hands, the warmth radiating from the mug calming you down. “Thanks, Kei.” You take the time to look around your shared apartment, heart bursting when you notice the tidied countertop, the neatly arranged books and the vacuumed floors. “You cleaned?”

“You could use the help,” He responds nonchalantly, picking up his book. “I know how hard it is working with the new interns. You complain about it every day and come home at ungodly hours.”

You’re so moved you feel like you want to cry. So you cry. Tears prickling and building before falling when you blink. You sniffle, wiping them away with your sleeves and Kei jumps up in alarm.

“Shit, are you okay? (Y/N), baby, why are you crying?” He’s quick to grab you tissues and he runs a hand through your hair as you blow your nose. 

“I- I- I’m,” you babble like a baby, the stress from the day and the adoration you feel for your boyfriend bubbling up to the surface. “I love you so m- mu- much!”

Kei rolls his eyes at your words, holding you close to his chest. “Mhm, love you too.”

GIFTS

Now I have it and damn it/It's kind of weird

“Welcome back!” You smile, looking up from your book. “How was practice?”

“Normal,” Kei shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m gross. Gonna take a shower quickly.”

Your eyes widen, “wait, hold on, I have something for you!”

He raises an eyebrow, your comment clearly piquing his interest. 

“Okay, you have to close your eyes.” Your grin is contagious and Kei can’t help the smile that grows on his lips. He hears the opening and closing of the fridge and a cold box being placed into his hands. “And… open it!”

He does as you say and the look of surprise on his face is undeniable as he looks at the pink, white and gold cake box. The cake box in itself was incredible with gold accents and a window to see directly what it holds. And of course, you being you, decided to buy strawberry shortcake from one of the most expensive bakeries in Sendai. 

“(Y/N)...” Kei begins slowly, eyeing you. “Why did you–”

“It’s a thank you!” You beam, taking the box from his hands and opening it up. “For everything you’ve done. I mean, you’ve done so much for me I figured I could repay the favour.”

Cheeks flushed and ears red, Kei watches you cut a slice of the cake and place it onto a small white plate. Before he realises it, a cake-clad fork is waving in front of his face, a cheeky grin on yours. 

“Don’t waste it~” You say in a sing-song voice, holding out the fork to him. “C’mon, Kei, my hand’s getting tired!”

Begrudgingly, he opens his mouth to take a bite. It’s the best cake he’s ever had.

WORDS

He tells me I'm pretty/Don't know how to respond/I tell him that he’s pretty too/Can I say that? Don’t have a clue

“Kei, c’mon, we’re gonna be late!” You yell, fixing up your hair from the reflection of the fridge. 

He lets out an audible groan from the bathroom and you roll your eyes at his antics. He emerges seconds later, eyes on his wrists and adjusting his cufflinks. “Stupid celebration dinner. Do I really have to-“

Kei freezes as he looks up, his cheeks hot and ears red as his eyes follow along your body. You smile, tucking hair behind your ear as you walk up to him.

“Yes, babe, you need to come to this celebration dinner.” He flushes harder when you take his arm to fix his cufflinks, his right arm held out towards you. You chuckle at his silence, letting his arm go. “All done! Alright, we better not keep the others-”

He cuts you off curtly with a quick kiss to the lips and you feel your head explode as you stammer. “I- what?”

Kei grins teasingly – mockingly, even – despite his face being almost as red as yours. “You look pretty.”

You feel your face heat up again and you resist the urge to wipe your face to calm yourself down, lest you ruin your lashes that you so helplessly curled to the chagrin of your eyelids. After a few moments of silence (and Kei looking anywhere but you), you respond with your own teasing glint. 

“You look pretty yourself, babe.”

His teammates tease him endlessly when they see the red lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt and the slight swell to his lips. 

TIME

With every passing moment/I surprise myself/I'm scared of flies/ I'm scared of guys/Someone please help

“This is nice,” You say quietly, hands tucked under your head as you look up at the sky. The bright stars dotting the sky as you lie on the roof of the campervan. 

It’s been too long since you were able to spend time with Kei, so the moment he had more than a weekend to himself it was decided that you’d have a short road trip around the countryside of Japan. With blankets along the roof of the van, you enjoyed the serenity and the silence that the night time came with.

Kei hums from beside you, legs folded in a crossed position, head looking up at the stars. “Yeah.”

“I’ve missed you, y’know,” You reveal quietly, eyes on the stars and not looking at your lover lest you begin to cry. “Like, a lot.”

He exhales. “I know, I’m sorry.” He mumbles something else quietly and you know better than to ask. 

“How’ve you been?”

Silence echoes through the crisp midnight breeze before, “Better now that you’re here.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you turn to look up at him. “That bad?”

He groans, throwing his head back to enunciate his point. “They’re so fucking loud.”

“Worse than Kageyama and Hinata? And Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san?”

“God, they’re a million times worse.” 

You grin teasingly, “But you love them, right?”

He scoffs, “not as much as I love you.”

It’s your turn to groan, hitting him on the thigh with a satisfying slap. “You can’t just say stuff like that! It’s so embarrassing!” 

“Alright, I’ll stop, pipsqueak.”

“Oh, my god, I’m average height you asshole.”

“I don’t think anyone’s called me an asshole since high school.” 

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Maybe not to your face.”

He’s quiet before responding, “I can’t believe you called me an asshole. And here I thought you loved me.”

“Ha, as if!” You shriek as he hits you with a pillow. “Kei!”

“Yes, my dear?” He smirks as he says it – teasingly and mockingly. 

You pout, “I hate you.”

He hums, “the feeling is mutual.”

TOUCH

'Cause I think I've fallen/In love this time

You pull away from Kei’s lips, breaths mixing together and lips cherry red from the assault. Your own cheeks are hot with embarrassment as he looks at you with all the love in the world and your heart constricts. One of his arms rest against wall your back is against and his knee between your legs as his hands rest at your waist, moving only to brush hair at your face. 

You’re drunk of his kisses as you close the gap again, desperate as he presses his lips harder against yours. His glasses are long gone, tossed haphazardly on the desk beside you. He kisses your jawline and down your neck, the grip on your waist tightening with each moment. 

“God, I love you so much,” He breathes against your skin and your breath hitches at the sudden confession. “So fucking much.”

Tears prickle your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I love you, too,” You whisper, and you smile when his amber eyes meet yours. “So much.”

He reconnects your lips to his, sucking gently at your bottom lip and you can’t hold back the satisfied hum that escapes you. He kisses you with more fervour in that moment than he has the entire week and your heart swells once more at the feeling. Breaths mixing, cheeks warm and heart full, you feel his hands cup your face. 

Another confession of I love you leaves you and you relish in the way his cheeks darken and his ears turn red. He says the same.

I blinked, and suddenly I had a valentine.

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[teadari]

The young lady, as is often the case with those whose souls are wrapped in tenderness and fragility, too frequently surrendered to night visions, failing to find joy in her waking days. Her dreams were like gray clouds hanging over a sunny sky—disrupting the harmony of her slumber and robbing her of peace, stealing precious hours that could have been spent in blissful serenity.

Before moving in with her partner, she, like a mysterious specter, concealed her torment, daring not to confide in a single soul. Yet that fateful night, when her nightmares reached their peak, finally compelled her to speak.

— At Night —

She dreamed of a dark forest where the leaves of the trees rustled underfoot like living beings, whispering unknown words with each cautious step she took. The forest, shrouded in ominous silence, created an atmosphere that pressed down on her chest, making her heart race as if sensing the approach of some sinister ventriloquist. Chills, like cold streams, slid down her spine, confirming that this emptiness was filled with something vague and threatening.

But the most terrifying sight, like a foreboding storm cloud, awaited her ahead. After walking a short distance, she suddenly stumbled upon what she feared most—a vision capable of tearing her soul apart. Her dearest person, the one whose love she had cherished in her heart, had succumbed to darkness and committed a dark deed that forever altered her perception of everything that had ever existed.

Dazai hung from the tree like a sorrowful fruit, not yet ripe for its time; the rope tightly wrapped around his neck constricted his life with the same relentless cruelty that fate showed to anyone who dared to rise against its chains. His eyes, empty and perpetually dark, radiated the same bottomless sadness as the very trees surrounding him—gloomy sentinels standing at the threshold between life and death. His body dangled like a piece of fresh meat, recently severed from the throes of passion—alive and dead at once, with drops of endured sorrow poised to fall like autumn leaves into the abyss of oblivion.

His appearance pierced her soul like an unrelenting cold, and fear, like a dark cloud, filled the insides of the observing girl, frozen in horror at the sight before her. Tears—an indistinct shadow of grief—silently rolled down her cheeks, leaving traces on her pale skin like deep, carved lines on an ancient marble slab. In that moment, she realized the truth: the world is full of suffering and merciless fates—every heart, regardless of its nobility, pays tribute to the relentless circumstances in which life and death intertwine in an endless dance.

As she gazed at this agonizing sight, she wept through her dreams, her sobs like a mournful breeze reaching the ears of the young man, stirring him from sweet oblivion. On that night, when the world seemed wrapped in a soft veil of silence, he suddenly felt his heart overflowing with unease.

— Darling? Darling!— he said, gently shaking her by the shoulders, hoping to dispel the ominous foreboding that loomed like leaden clouds on the horizon.

But she only cried in silence, tightly embracing Dazai, trying to shield herself from the storms raging within her soul. Nestling against his warm chest, she sought the comfort that only he seemed able to provide.

— Don’t leave me...— her voice, choked with sobs, carried a timid plea, piercing through the darkness like a slender beam of light breaking through dense clouds.

— I won’t leave you, I promise, — he replied, embracing her tenderly, as if those simple words could heal all her internal wounds. He ran his fingers through Ohiko's hair and gently placed a warm kiss on her forehead—one that ignited a flame capable of warming even the coldest corners of their worlds.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the curtains, illuminating the room with its morning glow, the situation became clear. She, as expected, poured out everything in tears and hysteria, like a turbulent stream breaking free from its dammed course. But, fortunately, all turned out well, as often happens in life, where the unfamiliar and the grand collide with our fragility.

Upon learning the entire story, the young man stood still in thought, bewildered by the realization that the world they lived in was filled with horrors and uncertainty. From that moment on, his heart, once overflowing with something infinitely precious, became filled with a care that, like a strong balm, soothed the wounds that caused suffering. Every gesture he made, every act of kindness, was infused with love, like the air carrying the scent of fresh greenery after the rain.

He tried to protect her from all the horrors of the world, from those unknown shadows that could loom over their happiness at any moment. His care lifted the weight of worries and doubts from her shoulders, helping her return to life once more.

And once again, she realized that she was truly needed by him, just as a flower needs the sun to grow and bloom.

The little tiger, innocent and carefree, had no idea of the heavy burden his girlfriend was carrying—a poor soul deprived of peace and healthy sleep for three long days. With sincere naivety, much like a child playing in the meadows, he embraced the world around him, oblivious to the storm brewing behind him and the reality that his role in this unfolding drama might not be as carefree as he wished to believe.

Yet, the final drop that overfilled the cup of her suffering was a single dream—vivid and alluring like the gentle dawn of the first rays of light, yet at the same time ominous enough to awaken the dormant fears in her heart. In this dream, where delicate threads of her anxieties intertwined, she faced a deep pain that pierced her chest like a knife's edge, leaving behind a gaping wound filled with dark thoughts of loss and loneliness.

This dream, which seemed to come with good intentions, turned against her, becoming a symbol of her inner struggles and anxieties.

Unaware of her torment, the little tiger continued to live in his own world, vibrant and colorful, inadvertently leaving his beloved alone with her dark thoughts. And in this contrast lay, as always, a profound truth: love is often blind, allowing us to see only superficial joys while invisible scars hide in our hearts, yearning for light and understanding.

The Dream Itself

Ohiko found herself in her parents' home, a quiet corner that seemed to hold all her darkest memories. Within those walls, steeped in the spirit of unearned suffering, she had spent some of the least pleasant years of her youth—echoes of youthful dreams fading into the heavy, gray routine of life.

In the room where she now stood, a dim twilight reigned: shadows of the past filled every corner, and only a solitary bulb illuminated her small space, intertwining memories of pain. Those faint rays resembled her hopes—they shone, but could not light everything, thus only highlighting her loneliness, repeatedly drawing her back to a time when the world seemed divided into black and white.

In the dim light, two silhouettes could be discerned, seemingly engaged in a fierce argument—their voices, echoing off the walls, resembled whirlwinds rushing through the space.

At first glance, this might have seemed like an ordinary scene typical of any family turmoil, where passions spill over into a silent standoff, creating a semblance of familiar drama.

But then something unexpectedly surfaced in her memory—a poignant feeling that awakened long-forgotten images, reminding her of moments of joy, bright dreams, and youthful exhilaration that had left her so long ago. It was as if shadows emerging from the depths of her consciousness began to whisper once more.

It was that terrible day, forever etched in Ohiko's memory as a dark stain—the day when childhood dreams turned into nightmares. Ten years ago, on a Monday evening, when the world seemed shrouded in a gentle shadow, her stepfather became a manifestation of cruel and merciless fate, more irritable than ever. His brutality and penchant for alcoholic solace merged into one soulless being, and on that fateful night, he committed an act that could neither be justified nor forgotten—the murder of her mother.

Noticing the presence of his eight-year-old stepdaughter, the man, like a beast tormented by his own demons, was once again consumed by a simple yet monstrous rage—he beat her and, unable to contain his fury, locked her in a room, as if it were an old dungeon where the darkest dreams came true. The moment the door slammed shut with a deafening bang that echoed through the corners, Ohiko felt the very foundations of her reality tremble beneath her feet. The regular pounding—desperate, brutal attempts to break free—became her sole purpose, even as she realized with each effort that this struggle was not just against the lock, but against life itself, which had no intention of releasing her from its shadows.

Barely gathering the remnants of her strength, she managed to survive like a plant pushing through cracks in the asphalt—fragile yet tenacious, reaching for the light despite the harsh winds. And when time, in its merciless march, caught up with her and she turned sixteen, fate decided to exact revenge for her unbearable suffering. Her stepfather suffered a heart attack, sudden as all misfortunes, and he died, leaving behind only emptiness and fear.

Let’s return to the dream.

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Even after many years, the fear that once gripped her heart resurfaced in the darkest corners of her mind. The same circumstances that had once scorched her youth now weighed heavily upon her shoulders—the death of her beloved mother, the horror reflected in every drop of blood that remained on the walls.

And, most importantly, the cold gaze filled with hatred pierced her soul like a chilling wind from distant lands. It was not just a look, but an entire abyss, absorbing all the pain and suffering that had once tormented her. A terrifying silhouette, like a shadow of the forgotten, slowly approached her—a reminder of fears buried deep in the past, only to break free once more.

The nightmare, confined within the tiny cage of her soul, did not end, and with horror, she realized that as it broke through the night’s darkness, it was infiltrating her reality, robbing her of comfort and peace. Suddenly, her consciousness, shattering the chains of sleep, awakened her in a cold sweat, as if life itself were breaking free from the depths of long-held traumas.

Thus, in this silent confrontation between the past and the present, Ohiko understood: fear is not just an emotion; it is an eternal shadow that follows us on the path to liberation. It becomes a part of our existence, like a scar that reminds us of the battles fought in youth, and only by facing it head-on can one find inner strength and realize that true freedom may not lie in the absence of fear, but in the ability to live with it, accepting it as an unchanging companion on the journey toward the light.

Salty tears quietly fell onto her palms, resembling raindrops cascading onto parched earth, traveling through her tormented soul. However, the sweet boy was not by her side—Atsushi was still at work, seemingly consumed by responsibilities that pulled him into their endless depths, leaving her alone with the burdens that had piled up around her.

In that endless night, when the stars, like distant companions, watched her suffering, she could not sleep; the hysteria that burned in her heart grew increasingly intrusive and scattered, like a fierce hurricane tearing through the wastelands of her mind. Time felt stretched, hateful and merciless, and every whisper in the night only emphasized her inner uncertainty.

Atsushi returned almost at dawn, as the first glimpses of light began to carve their way through the enveloping darkness. His voice, like rain, filled with confusion:

— Ohiko-chan? — he asked, wary of disrupting the fragile peace that hung between them, still unaware of the weight of her sorrow. He didn’t know what to do; his heart, brimming with love and concern, tightened in his chest.

Approaching her in bewilderment, he gently took her trembling hands in his, as if fearing he might break her, worn down by the intertwining of her anxieties and fears.

The only thing he could think to do in that tumultuous moment was to embrace her, holding her tightly as if he wished to protect her from all the storms raging outside their little world. His touch, like gentle whispers of a spring breeze, was so soft and warm that it seemed capable of melting even the coldest strings of sorrow that bound her heart. In that embrace, filled with genuine love and care, all the dark memories threatening to overwhelm Ohiko dissipated like gray clouds.

When he was near, those terrifying moments that made her tremble with fear and anxiety gradually faded away, evaporating into the void where forgotten sorrows resided.

From that day on, Nakajima, infused with the light that seemed to emanate from her very being, dedicated himself to helping his beloved, ensuring that she would never again suffer such terrifying dreams capable of tearing her from the embrace of reality and plunging her into an abyss.

She never thought that even a great detective, whose oratory skills would make even Mercury envious, could be deceived—yet Ohiko, like a brilliant actor wandering in the shadow of her questionable reputation, accomplished this to perfection. Her skilled performance left no traces, hiding her true feelings behind a mask of serenity and calm that she portrayed so masterfully.

But there was one seemingly insignificant detail, bitterly revealing all her secrets, that gave her pause—those inevitable bags under her eyes, appearing like clouds before a storm, a result of three restless days of sleeplessness. These unfortunate marks of deep, anguished nights, when her mind raced and spewed forth nightmares, would not allow her peace, whispering that life is full of dark alleys and not all secrets are worthy of discovery.

The nightmares had begun exactly three days ago, as if dark forces had suddenly descended upon her. It all started when her clever boyfriend, relying on his intuition and thoughtful reflections, solved another case and, for some unknown reason, drew his beloved into the mysterious depths of his misadventures. He shared every detail with enthusiasm, weaving her into a web of complex intrigues and enigmas, as though he had inadvertently led her behind the scenes of his world, where real passions sometimes intertwined with equally real fears.

Thus, in this grim dance within her mind, Ohiko realized that some secrets, like stubborn shadows, are meant to be buried deep. Each nightmare she experienced was not just a simple dream—it became a painful manifestation of her psyche, intertwined with unfulfilled hopes and fears of what could happen when light confronts darkness.

On yet another agonizing day, when the shadows of fatigue and irritation enveloped her, the sweet-toothed Ranpo, like a keen and sensitive detective, sensed that something was amiss in Ohiko's expression. Her eyes reflected exhaustion, much like a sky heavy with clouds, foreboding nothing good—a brewing storm and inclement weather. His heart, filled with good intentions, raced, and he decided to invite her to spend the night at his home, believing it might lift her spirits and change her mood.

— My sweet, I need you today; no refusals will be accepted, — he said with the kind of insistence that comes from youth and an inexhaustible well of inner resources, completely unaware of her turmoil. Internally, she resisted fiercely, thinking, Not this, anything but this!

Fear tightened around her heart like a painfully taut spring—within her lived the horror that if he ever discovered her secret, he would point out her weaknesses, the traumas she had stored away in the recesses of her memory like moldy pages. The dread that he would expose her essence and lay bare her tender wounds was unbearable. Like an unbloomed flower with a tight bud, she feared revealing the dark core of her soul, especially after the terror that had filled her sleepless nights with the corpse that had suddenly become the embodiment of her deepest fears.

t’s Night Again

Once more, an unpleasant fear gripped her body like a cold chain, slowly penetrating the depths of her mind, paralyzing her will and conjuring images filled with sinister figures. Every unseen rustle, every whisper of the wind seemed to harbor countless horrors, ready to break free like forgotten ghosts eagerly awaiting their turn.

But the most unsettling feeling was yet to come, creeping up on her like a shadow behind her back. Ohiko stood on the empty street, its silence ringing like a prolonged bell warning of an approaching storm. No soul was in sight—only a solitary breeze smoothing her hair, whispering dark secrets that constricted her chest.

On the gray asphalt, a pool of blood spread like a dark stain on a cleansed canvas, its scent hitting her nostrils with such force that her heart froze in the grip of terrible realization. This smell, heavy with metal and death, penetrated her senses, enveloping her in a feeling of hopelessness. And there, on the road nearby, lay a lifeless body—the embodiment of the very horror she had tried to expel from her life.

Its innards, like a sinister chalice, were turned inside out; the eyes seemed to have leaked from their sockets, like exhausted rivers of tears, while the tongue lay sprawled beside the body, forgotten in this gruesome spectacle. Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, the girl felt an involuntary urge to vomit—but this was only the beginning of the atmosphere that was building around her, like a storm before a fierce tempest.

And then, to her utter shock, the dead person suddenly rose and let out a piercing scream that awakened a blend of fear and terror within her, making her ears ring like candle holders struck by the heartbeat of mortal dread. This scream was not merely a sound; it was an outpouring of pain eager to break free from oblivion, like nameless souls longing for redemption.

Suddenly, the deceased turned to her with a mocking sneer, saying, "Coward! Are you afraid of an ordinary corpse? You will never earn the approval of the detective!" hese words were like cold arrows, piercing her soul and leaving behind bitter tears that unconsciously streamed down her cheeks.

In that moment, a surge of despair filled her, and she screamed, “No! No! NO! Stop!” Her voice echoed like thunder in the silent night, teeming with invisible demons. This cry, brimming with aggressive force and desperation, stirred anxious thoughts in Ranpo about the worst possible outcomes—he jumped out of bed, his heart pounding like a drumbeat, heralding an approaching storm filled with fears that had been growing in his soul and unease.

This scene, inspired by ominous shadows, would make anyone ponder the essence of human fear as an inseparable part of our existence. Drawn into this grim game of life, we often confront the reality that horror is commonplace and pervasive, stripping away the veil of our fragility. It then becomes clear that fear frequently transforms into the greatest obstacle on the path to self-discovery; the truth always lies hidden behind the mask of fear, and only those who dare to walk through the darkness can find the light that illuminates the way to their true selves.

But upon seeing the state his beloved was in, he immediately began to wake her, pulling away the shroud of the dark night.

— No, please, stop! — she cried out, like a soul escaping from the dark abyss of fear, still filled with distrust.

— Darling, I’m here, shh... — the brunette whispered softly, holding her close like a comforting sun that chases away the storm. His words were like a gentle breeze wrapping around her, trying to calm the raging tempest within her soul.

— I’m afraid, I… I’m afraid of him, and you’ll laugh at me and leave me now,— she replied, sobbing and still caught in a nervous hysteria, each tear rolling down her cheeks akin to shards of broken glass, reflecting her inner fears.

— Who told you such nonsense? I won’t leave you, and I certainly won’t laugh at you,— he said with a hint of reproach.— Come here, quickly.

In his embrace, like a cozy nest, she felt so warm and safe that, over time, her fear nearly evaporated, and exhausted from her anxieties, she quickly fell asleep. Ranpo, gazing at her sleeping face, pondered how, amidst the chaos of life, there are moments when the deepest fears can be healed by a single touch of love.

He vowed to himself that he would never again share the details of his sorrowful legacies with Ohiko—stories of murders and malicious deeds that left indelible marks on the soul. There should be no place for such horrors in his beloved's life, and this realization felt like the morning light breaking through a thick veil of darkness.

[trafalgarenjoyer3000]

The Captain and a story l Luffy x male reader

The sun was shining down on the strawhats’ ship. The wind was mostly absent and small waves pushed the Thousand Sunny along. It was not often the crew got to relax with their constant fights against marines and exploring islands, but there were no other ships and sight and the weather was nice. The perfect opportunity for (y/n) to lay down and read.

(Y/N) sat down on the deck of the Sunny was lost in his own little world as he read a book he borrowed from Robin. Being denied an early lunch once again Luffy decided he would find another crew-mate to have fun with. He stretched out his arm and launched himself up onto the top of the sails. Looking down he saw a blob of (h/c) hair.

Hearing a swosh of air (y/n) was brought back to reality and looked up to find his captain, whom he had a massive crush on, looking down at him. “(Y/N)!!!” his captain beamed. ‘How can someone be so cute without trying? His smile could kill me’ (Y/n) thought to himself. Everything about his captain had him head over heels, from his goofy smile to his trusting nature to his care and love for his friends. Luffy simply radiated. He was a beacon of hope and strength and (y/n) was captivated.

“whatcha reading?” Luffy asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly before jumping down in front of the other. He wasn’t all that interested in the book but if it was something (y/n) liked then he wanted to know about it. “can you read it to me?”

That caught (y/n) off guard. He didn’t think Luffy would be interested in well any book what was about pirates. Maybe he was assuming too much. Luffy can be a goofball but he can like stories like anyone else right? Plus reading to him meant spending time with him. Luffy laid down on the deck next to him.

‘calm down (y/n) he’s just laying down, it’s nothing’ he thought but Luffy readjusted and laid his head on (y/n)’s and at this point how could (y/n) not internally scream. He hoped his face wasn’t pink enough to be noticeable. “Do you want be to start at the beginning or summarize it?” he asked Luffy, doing his best to focus on the book and not Luffy’s smile or how his head rested on his thighs. ‘I swear he knows what he does to my heart…’ but Luffy was oblivious to the effect he had on his crewmate...

I may make a part 2 but for now enjoy one sided (?) pinning for Luffy

[suguren]

soft as a feather

WRD #; 836

CONTENT; tododeku, fluff!!

A/N; ermm hi first fic post, its reallyyu not JUST my fic but my gfs too, we wrote this on frantic fanfic together and i wanted to post it yayyy ^_^ gf blog @powasa go follow him anyway enjoy

A feather fell from the sky, falling off of a bird's wings that flew over Deku and Todoroki as they walked outside of UA.

"Achoo!"

Todoroki Sneezed. It was spring in Musutafu, Japan. Unfortunately this was his least favorite time because of his major feather allergies. His eyes became teary and his nose now runny quickly after.

"Ah- you okay Todo? You look like you're crying." Deku said with such a soft care in his eyes, making sure his boyfriend was okay. 

"Yeah just allergies." 

This made Todoroki blush, looking in the opposite direction of him, avoiding his eyes. All forms of affection made Todoroki shy away, he's never known something so soft until he had met Deku, and he has yet to get used to it. 

Feathers are his weakness, much like Midoriya, they are both soft. 

They've been together for almost a year now, but he still gets nervous. At every hand hold, every peck on the cheek, and especially the beaming smile that radiates off of Midoriya's face is too much for him to handle.

Concern was etched on Midoriya's face, he stared at Shoto's face, his eyes analyzing his boyfriend's face. This only made Todoroki blush even more, he was so close he could smell Izuku's shampoo. "I-I'm fine really, don't worry Midoriya." 

Todoroki avoided his gaze, completely pursed his lips, he felt another sneeze itching his nostrils but he didn't want to gross out his boyfriend by sneezing in his face. But the poor oblivious Izuku was too worried about his boyfriend getting sick, noticing his face flaring red. He grabbed Shoto's face with both of his hands to get a better look at it. 

"You're burning up! Are you sure you're not catching something? Woah what's wrong with your face?!" 

Shoto's eyes were puffy and squeezed shut, his eyebrows furrowed and he kept his lips in a thin line. This damned sneeze, he's trying so hard to keep it in but the longer he holds it the harder it gets. He shook his head away from Izuku's grasp and sneezed into his arm, his nose running completely down his face, and unfortunately some getting into his elbow. He cursed his stupid allergies internally, he's making a fool out of himself in front of Midoriya of all people. 

Midoriya jumped back at the sneeze, it was loud and abrupt, and even worse Todoroki was sick.

"Sorry... Allergies." His face was even hotter than before, who knew that was even possible.

"I was trying not to snee-" He began, hoping to redeem himself from the embarrassing stunt he has just pulled.

Deku cutting Todoroki off, started wiping his nose with a tissue he had retrieved from his bag. 

"Shhh, don't speak anymore!" Deku cupped Todoroki's face in his hand.

"Look you really are sick, you're burning up and your face is all red!" 

Todoroki was losing it, the close contact was almost too much and he swore if this continued on for any longer his brain was gonna turn to mush and he was gonna melt in Midoriya's hands.

"We have to go back to the dorms now or else you're only gonna get worse and I can't let that happen! You're an important part of our class, and if a Villain were to strike right now we need you more than anyone. I need you more than anyone Shoto!"

It was typical of Midoriya to go on short rants about how important Todoroki was, and Todoroki found it adorable, but right now was not the time, he could hear the cogs in his brain slowing down from all the affection. 

Deku grabbed Todoroki's hands in his and began leading him to the dorm rooms. He was hyper aware of the hand holding, causing his heart to race.

"It's just allergies..." Todoroki muttered, mere words being a challenge to get out.

"So we will fix your allergies!" Midoriya looked at him firmly, with such passion in his eyes making Todoroki giggle.

"Hey what's so funny? This is serious Todoroki!" Deku said with a pout.

"You're treating this like a mission."

"Taking care of you is a mission!"

Todoroki stared at his lover sincerely, he always admired Midoriya's stubbornness, in fact he admired everything about his boyfriend. His optimism, the way he was so considerate for others and especially the way he never let anything or anyone get in his way of his ambitions. 

"You're so cute." The words slipped out of Shoto's lips before he could think them over, making Midoriya stop in his tracks and his brain going blank at his words. Now he was the one blushing from ear to ear. Shoto grinned softly and decided to tease his boyfriend a little. 

"It looks like I'm contagious, now you're burning up." Midoriya babbled and stumbled over his words, trying to process the words that were being sent his way. This only made Todoroki chuckle even more, he grabbed his boyfriend's face and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead. 

"Calm down..." Midoriya mumbled an apology and took a deep breath, regaining his thoughts and focusing on his "mission". He grabbed Shoto's hand and dragged him toward the dorms in a hurry. 

"Come on, standing out here isn't gonna make you any better." Shoto smiled softly and followed closely behind him.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

Chlesea grips Agnes' dress as she falls to her knees; wincing in pain. Salty tears pour from her bloodshot hazel eyes and sting the bloody cracks in her skin. Every movement is pure agony as the cracks spread and grow; blood seeping from each creating their own makeshift representaion of lightning before glistening rubies drip to the floor, forming crimson puddles. She screams out as the cracks in the flesh of her knees deepen and expose ivory bone. The pain is too much and, no longer being able to support herself, she collapses to the floor. Another anguished scream escapes her throat, the resevoirs of blood creaking and expanding.

"Wh-why wont i-i-it stoooop?!" She wails, staring up at Agnes for answers.

Agnes frowns, kneeling down beside her. The pools of blood staining her lilac dress.

"There is a solution, but youre going to have to trust me." She says softly, tenderly resting a shaking hand on her loves' head.

Cheslea wails at the touch, spasming away from the offending hand and whimpering. Agnes quickly pulls her hand away in shock, tears forming in her soft blue eyes

"I-i do!" She manages to choke out as the blood from the cracks in her lips floods her throat.

"Last question, i promise." Agnes says as she leans down and whispers in Chelseas' ear, which is only barely attached at this moment. "Do you love me?"

Chealsea nods; choking out a weak, gurgling "Always..."

Smiling at the wretched pile of blood and pain beneath her, Agnes gingerly pokes Chelseas' forehead.

Chelsea explodes into a dazzling shower of flesh, bone, and organs. However, time grinds to a halt and the myriad of pieces start morphing and twisting. The chunks of skin taking on a marble white appearance, hardening in the air. Her organs likewise hardening, leaving glistening brass gears floating in the air. Her bones creak and crack as they become a sturdy steel skeleton.

All in an instant, each piece snaps back. The skeleton rigidly moving into place; the many gears surround it, interlocking and slowly starting to whir to life. Finally, the porcelaine shell adorns the new, mechanical internals.

However, it is imperfect. The once bloody cracks remain; leaving snaking, root like openings in her otherwise flawless body. However, streams of gold start to fill in the cracks; connecting each piece with a brilliant, golden glow.

The newly minted doll slowly sits up, trying to aclimate to its' foreign form. It looks around confused, but relieved that its' endless agony seems to have vanished.

Agness smiles, resting a hand on its' head and gently nuzzles its' cheek.

"From now on, you will be known as Daisy, my beloved." She says, relief and joy dripping from her voice like ambrosia to Daisys' ears.

In that instant, everying falls into place for it. It exclaims excitedly, unable to hold back its' elation to be named and loved and no longer enduring such torture.

Beaming, it leaps forward into the tightest embrace it can manage in its' unfamiliar body.

"Thank you my love! Thank you thank you thank you!" It exclaims gratefully, looking up at Agness with adoration radiating from its' eyes.

Agness holds Daisy tightly, resting her head on its'.

"I love you Daisy." She says, smiling reasuringly. "Now and forever."

"And i, you, my heart and soul."