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jeonggukieverse · 1 year ago

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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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chxrrywxvss · 19 days ago

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now give Logan and Reader a beautiful wedding, babies and a house with white picket fence on the Canadian way of living 🤧

HELP MEE here is my sincere apology for my last post

Every Inch Of Me

“My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.”

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Afab!Reader

Word Count: 3k

NOT PROOFREAD.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the clearing nestled in the Canadian Rockies. The air was fragrant with wildflowers, their colors vibrant against the backdrop of towering pines and majestic mountains. On this perfect day, everything felt imbued with magic. You stood at the end of a makeshift aisle, heart racing, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched a bouquet of white lilies and lavender.

As you took your first steps toward Logan, time seemed to stretch and bend. Each footfall echoed with the love that had carried you both through so much. Logan stood there, waiting for you, his rugged features softened by the gentle light and a look of pure adoration on his face. He wore a simple dark suit, but the way he held himself—strong, yet vulnerable—made him look more handsome than ever.

Friends and family surrounded you—some you had known for years, others who had traveled from far and wide to witness this moment. Among them were familiar faces from the X-Men, each one smiling, their eyes glistening with happiness. You could see Storm, dressed in an elegant gown, her joy radiating like the sun; and Scott, adjusting his tie nervously as he exchanged glances with Jean, who beamed with pride.

As you walked down the aisle, every gaze felt like a warm embrace, but it was Logan’s eyes that captured you completely. They were a storm of emotions—love, joy, and a hint of disbelief. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you, a blend of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach.

When you finally reached him, the world around you faded into a blur. The officiant’s voice was a distant hum as you and Logan locked eyes, the connection palpable and electric. “Do you, [name], take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The words washed over you, and with a breathless nod, you responded, “I do.”

Logan’s expression softened further, and you could see the man who had fought so hard against his past, now standing before you, ready to embrace a future filled with love. “And do you, Logan, take [name] to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

His voice was steady, but you could feel the depth of his emotion. “I do,” he said, his gaze unwavering, as if he were promising you the very world itself

With vows exchanged and rings slipped onto fingers, the officiant pronounce you husband and wife. The moment was surreal, and as you leaned in for your first kiss, the cheers from your friends and family erupted around you, echoing through the mountains like a joyous song. It felt as though the earth itself rejoiced with you.

As your lips met, you melted into him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. This was it—the culmination of countless battles, both external and internal, that had brought you here. In that kiss, you tasted the promise of forever, the union of two souls who had weathered storms together and emerged stronger.

When you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes. “I can’t believe we did it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We did it together, Logan.”

With laughter and tears mingling, you turned to face your loved ones, their faces beaming with joy. The celebration began, filled with music, dancing, and heartfelt speeches. You and Logan shared the first dance, surrounded by twinkling lights strung overhead. As you swayed to the music, he held you close, his heart beating in sync with yours.

“I never thought I could feel this way,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you tightened your grip around his neck. “You’ve always been worth it, Logan. You’ve always been worth fighting for.”

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The day had finally arrived. After weeks of searching, you and Logan stood in front of your new home, a quaint white picket house nestled against the backdrop of the majestic Canadian Rockies. The sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow, and the air was crisp with the scent of pine and fresh earth. You could hardly believe it; this was the place where you would build your life together.

Logan turned to you, a mix of disbelief and joy on his rugged face. “Can you believe we actually did it?” His voice was husky, filled with emotion as he took in the sight of the house. “This is ours.”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, feeling a rush of excitement. You stepped forward to touch the white picket fence, running your fingers along the smooth wood. It felt like a promise of all the memories you would create here.

As you walked toward the front door, Logan’s hand found yours, and together you opened the door to your new life. The inside was a blank canvas, the walls waiting to be filled with laughter and love. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the wooden floors, and you could almost hear the echoes of future footsteps.

“What do you think?” Logan asked, glancing around the living room, where a fireplace stood at the far end, its mantle waiting for family photos and decorations.

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, imagining how cozy it would be during the winter months, the two of you snuggled up by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa. “We could put a big, comfy couch here,” you suggested, pointing to a spot just opposite the fireplace. “One where we can all sit together.”

“Yeah, a big one,” he said, nodding thoughtfully. “And maybe a couple of armchairs. We could have a reading corner for the kids.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. “And a bookshelf filled with stories. I want to read to them every night,” you added, picturing Logan sitting in that corner, reading to your future children as they nestled against him, their eyes wide with wonder.

“Definitely,” Logan agreed, his expression softening. “I want them to know all the stories I loved as a kid. And maybe some of the ones I never got to hear.”

You took a moment to soak in the atmosphere, a sense of permanence washing over you. “This is where we’ll have our family,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “Can you imagine? Kids running around in the yard, playing in the snow, climbing the trees…”

His eyes sparkled as he pictured it, too. “I can see it now. A little girl with your smile, and a boy who’s just as stubborn as me,” he said with a chuckle.

You laughed, the sound light and airy, but it quickly turned into a heartfelt sigh as you thought of the future. “I want them to have adventures, Logan. To explore this beautiful place, to play in the mountains, to know that they’re safe and loved.”

Logan stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. “They will be, darlin’. You and me? We’ll make sure of it.” His voice was low and sincere, the weight of his words resting comfortably in your heart.

With a gentle squeeze, he pulled back and surveyed the empty room once more. “What about the kitchen? We need a big table. Somewhere we can all gather for meals.”

“Yes! A big, rustic dining table where we can have family dinners,” you said, your excitement bubbling over.

Logan chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “And I’ll be the one cooking, right?” He raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Of course!” you laughed, picturing him in an apron with flour dusting his cheeks. “You’ll be the best chef ever. Just don’t burn the pancakes.”

“Hey, I can handle pancakes,” he said, feigning offense, but the warmth in his eyes told you he loved the idea. “And I can teach them to chop vegetables. We’ll have a whole cooking crew.”

You stepped back to take in the space more fully, your mind racing with possibilities. “What about the backyard? We could have a swing set, maybe a little garden. I want the kids to learn how to plant flowers and vegetables.”

“Definitely,” he agreed, his enthusiasm matching yours. “I can build a treehouse, too. Just like I always wanted when I was a kid.”

You could see it clearly—a wooden structure nestled in the branches, a place for your children to escape to, to dream and play. “They’ll love it. Just imagine them up there, playing pirates or explorers.”

Logan’s expression turned serious as he looked at you. “You know, I never thought I’d want a family. Not with everything I’ve been through,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But with you, I see a future. I see them.”

The two of you stood in that empty room, the weight of your dreams and aspirations swirling around you. You could almost hear the laughter of children, the footsteps echoing through the halls, the warmth of family dinners filling the air with love. In that moment, you felt a profound connection—not just to Logan, but to the life you were about to build together.

As you stepped out onto the porch, the mountains stood tall in the distance, a silent witness to your journey. You turned to Logan, your heart brimming with hope. “This is just the beginning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he replied, pulling you close. “The beginning of everything.”

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Logan stood outside, the crisp mountain air filling his lungs as he swung the axe down, splitting the log with a satisfying thud. Each strike resonated with a rhythm that mirrored the steady beat of his heart, a heartbeat that felt more alive than ever since you had come into his life. The chill of the approaching winter nipped at his skin, but the warmth of home—and you—drove him to keep working.

He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow and glancing back at the house. The white picket fence surrounded a place that had become a sanctuary, a home where laughter echoed through the halls. He could hear you inside, probably preparing lunch or tidying up, the sound of your movements a sweet melody he had come to adore.

Just as he was about to lift the axe again, he heard the front door swing open. He turned to see you rushing toward him, a sparkle in your eyes that sent a rush of warmth through him. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you in such a hurry, darlin’?”

Before he could even process your words, you launched yourself into his arms, knocking him backward onto the soft earth. The impact was unexpected, and he landed with a thud, the air whooshing from his lungs. He looked up at you, a mix of surprise and joy flooding through him.

“Logan! I’m pregnant!” you shouted, your face lit up with excitement, eyes sparkling like the stars above the mountains.

For a moment, time froze. The world around him faded, and all he could focus on was you—your smile, the way your hair caught the sunlight, the sheer joy radiating from you. The enormity of your words sank in, and a rush of emotions crashed over him like a wave. He felt the weight of the past lift, replaced by a joy he had never imagined possible.

“Pregnant?” he echoed, disbelief mingling with elation. He blinked several times, trying to absorb the reality of what you had just said. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, a vulnerability he hardly ever allowed himself to show.

You nodded enthusiastically, your laughter bubbling up like a spring. “Yes! We’re going to have a baby!”

Unable to contain himself, Logan pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. The scent of you—warm, comforting, and utterly intoxicating—filled his senses. “Oh, God,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is… this is incredible.”

He could feel the tremors of his own body as he held you, the strength of his arms contrasting with the fragility of the moment. You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, and he saw the glistening joy reflected in yours. “I didn’t know how you’d react,” you confessed, your voice softening.

“React?” he said, a laugh escaping his lips, a sound he hadn’t made in what felt like ages. “I’m… I’m just so damn happy.”

Tears began to flow freely down his cheeks, and he didn’t care. He was overwhelmed, raw with emotion, the weight of his past, of his fears, melting away in the face of this new life you were bringing into the world. “You’re serious?” he asked again, his heart racing.

“Absolutely,” you said, your voice cracking slightly as you grinned down at him. “I’m going to be a mother, Logan. We’re going to be parents!”

With a sudden surge of energy, he flipped you over, pinning you playfully beneath him in the soft grass. “You’re not just saying this to get out of chores, are you?” he teased, though the joy in his eyes betrayed the lightness of the moment.

You laughed, a sound that filled the air with warmth. “No way! This is the real deal!”

Logan’s heart swelled as he stared into your eyes. In that moment, he understood the depth of the love you shared. This wasn’t just about the two of you anymore; this was the beginning of a family, a legacy that would carry your love forward. The thought filled him with a fierce protectiveness.

With a sudden seriousness, he leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll do everything I can to protect you both,” he vowed, his voice low and steady. “You have my word.”

“I know you will,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “And I’ll be right there with you.”

As he pulled you into his arms again, the weight of the world felt lighter. The mountains stood tall around you, a testament to the strength of your love. In that moment, Logan knew that he would face anything for you and the life you were about to build together.

“Let’s go inside,” he said eventually, pulling you to your feet and planting a kiss on your forehead. “We’ve got a lot to plan.”

“Like what?” you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Like what color to paint the nursery,” he replied, grinning. “And how to keep this little one from turning into a troublemaker like their old man.”

You laughed, and as you both walked back toward the house, hand in hand, Logan felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. He wasn’t afraid anymore; he was ready to embrace the future. Together, you would create a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet.

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Life in the mountains wasn’t without its challenges. Logan’s past often cast long shadows over your bright days. He struggled with the demons of his history, moments when his temper flared or when the weight of his past threatened to pull him under. But through it all, you stood by him, reassuring him with your love.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan sat on the porch, staring into the distance. You could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he said, his voice heavy.

You sat beside him, taking his hand in yours. “You’re my husband and the father of our children. That’s all that matters.”

“But I’ve done things… seen things that haunt me,” he replied, anguish lacing his words.

“I know,” you said softly. “But that doesn’t define you. You’re here now, and you’re doing your best. Our kids don’t see the past; they see the man who loves them.”

His gaze softened as he looked at you, the turmoil in his eyes slowly giving way to understanding. “I don’t want to hurt you or them.”

“You won’t,” you promised. “We’re a team. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.”

“Now, come on. The kids want you inside for dinner.” you smiled and stood, taking his hand.

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As the years rolled on, the mountains witnessed the growth of your family, each day filled with new adventures and cherished moments. You built snowmen in the winter, hiked through vibrant autumn leaves, and spent lazy summer days by the lake. The love that filled your home was palpable, a warm glow that could weather any storm.

One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves danced in the wind, Logan pulled you aside. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady.

You looked up at him, heart racing. “About what?”

“About us. About everything we’ve built together.” He paused, his eyes searching yours. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

Those words hung in the air, a promise and a confession. You felt tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the journey you had taken together.

“Logan…” you whispered, your heart swelling.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m not afraid of my past. I’m not afraid of losing you or our kids. You’ve shown me what love really is, and I’m ready to embrace it all. I’m not afraid anymore.”

In that moment, you knew that whatever trials lay ahead, you would face them together. The mountains stood tall behind you, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead as you shared a kiss, sealing your promise of love. With Logan by your side, you were ready to conquer the world.

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Years passed, and your children grew, but the love between you and Logan remained as strong as ever. You often found yourselves reflecting on the journey—a wedding in the mountains, a home filled with laughter, and the beauty of family.

As you and Logan sat together on the porch, watching your daughter and son play in the leaves, you leaned against him, feeling content. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” you asked, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s been a hell of a ride,” he replied, his arm pulling you closer.

“And I wouldn’t trade a single moment,” you said, your heart full.

“I love you,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Logan. Always.”

And as the sun set behind the mountains, you knew that everything would be alright.

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izvmimi · 8 months ago

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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.”

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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trsrina · 10 months ago

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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 😨

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cal-flakes · 1 year ago

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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…”

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avis-writeshq · 2 years ago

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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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ribbonsaikeaux · 27 days ago

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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."

#empty spaces #doll #writing #horror #sentimental #love

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teadari · 28 days ago

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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.

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drpriya · 1 year ago

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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.

#women health #pancreatic #pancreatic cancer #chronic pancreatitis #acute pancreatitis #pancreas #health #surgery #cancer #chemotherapy #radiation #external radiation #internal beam radiation #hospital #full body health checkup #health checkup

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delta-gambit-au · 2 months ago

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[[BREATHING IN — BREATHING OUT]]

"When I close my eyes, darkness is all what I see. When I take a breath, you fill up my lungs. If my mind worked backwards just for a minute, I'd hold onto you before the memory is gone. I remember you. You always made me stronger. You always lifted my spirit… I remember how we felt alive together… I remember… remember…" — A broken puppet

I had this image stuck in my head since I returned from the hospital the other day. Just Spam going through his nightmares.

The lotus flower was always considered as "the incorruptible soul" because it could grow on the most mucky of ponds and still stand tall over all the surrounding filth without a single blot marring its beauty. The blue lotus in particular was considered a conduit to communicate with the gods above and beyond, with a brilliant sun-like burst radiating from the centre of the flower.

That's how Spam regards Sears in his mind, his star in the middle of the abyss, a saint that has adopted a largely broken toy loaded with a heavy burden of internal pathos that not even Spam can comprehend himself. Why is he so broken? Why he deserves the pity of others? Why darkness will never leave him in peace? Why he is in love? Why he even exists?

((sharing some prototype script loosely related to the picture, if anybody is interested -- it's long and you don't need to read it to enjoy the picture anyway -- please tell me if you like it or not if you decide to read it; feedback or your impressions are always appreciated))

Sears: You are shaking, Spam. Come here, don’t fret, don’t let the glitching to get worse… *embraces him*

Spam: I-I f-eel so awful-l inside — I-I can’t [brEaThe]- - *glitching and shedding graphical artefacts*

Sears: Hush, focus on my voice. *holds him firmly as if fearing he would disappear like those glitchy images* Now… After me... Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out… *slowly*

Sears: Cut the strings…

Spam: That hold me down…

Sears: Breathing in...

Spam: Breathing out...

Sears: The walls are falling…

Spam: No more pressure…

Sears: Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out…

Sears: *releases him softly* Better? *smiles*

Spam: *blinks* Thank you again. The glitching… *soughs* Is gone *relieved smile*

Sears: So we see. *pats him on the shoulder* Next time, when you get another of your crisis, just recite the mantra, all right?

Spam: I always do, but… It’s not the same when you are not here… *looks away*

Sears: I can’t be at home always, Spam. You need to make the effort to calm down the glitching bouts on your own.

Spam: I know… *feeling admonished*

Sears: Hmm… *thinking* Did you try to combine the mantra with your memory of me embracing you?

Spam: *blushes* In reality? No, never.

Sears: Then next time mix that mental feeling with the mantra, and I’m sure it will help you improve your efforts at calming down. *does a thumbs-up towards him*

Spam: … *looking embarrassed*

Sears: I got another idea to reinforce the mantra! *beams and graciously produces a clean blue handkerchief from their suit’s breast-pocket and hands it to him*

Spam: *taking the gift from them* Are you sure, Sears? Isn’t this yours?

Sears: *smiling* This thing is merely a decoration for the uniform, don’t think the others at the office will miss it. You can bet it will help you reinforce your focus on me while you control your anxiety. *holds his hands in a reassuring manner* I don’t want for you to feel so alone when I’m out working. Think of this item as an extension of myself if your glitching gets uncontrollable like recently. *taps friendlily the brow of their partner*

Spam: I’m grateful for this gift, Sears, really am. *gingerly feels the blue soft fabric between his fingers* Please, do not concern yourself too much for me while at work. I don’t wish to be a hindrance against your performance.

Sears: *beams* Not to worry! I know you have everything under control, and thus my mind is at peace while at the office. *arms crossed* By the by, what manner of event triggered this crisis? It’s been a long long while since you had something this bad. Did anything out of the ordinary happen?

Spam: Well… *rubs the back of the neck nervously*

Sears: At ease, Spam. I’m here, you can tell me everything and we’ll solve it together, as we always do. *winks*

Spam: Actually, I don’t think we will be able. *loosens the neck of his sweater with a finger* The chief was apprehended and the business we had together, was dismantled overnight… We lost everything… Nobody is picking up the calls... Everyone is gone and shut all communications… And it's already all over the newspapers... *defeatist expression*

Sears: Is that so? *surprised* That’s so awful… *pats his shoulder reassuringly* Don’t worry, I can provide for both of us even if you are jobless at the moment. *smiles*

Spam: N-no! I-I mean… I don’t want to be a burden to you. I must find a new job as soon as possible! *determined expression*

Sears: Of course, relax. You are free as well to find another one if that pleases you, but don’t you worry about our current budget. My promotion can cover for both of us, and enough to get some extra savings to boot. You really don’t have any need to work any more while under my roof. Take this day to relax, OK? You have been going through too much stress lately, and if it builds up you are going to get glitchy again.

Spam: Aye, I know, but… *frowns* I also want to give you something in exchange. It’s always you giving me stuff, but I can’t give you anything back if—

Sears: *interrupts him with a tender embrace* Your company is enough for me in this exchange, Spam. As long as you are provided, free and happy to do whatever you want, you don’t need to get out of your way to please me back with gifts. Your happiness has more value to me than 100 material gifts. Though, that doesn’t mean I dislike gifts, mind you. *winks and laughs*

Spam: *soughs* You are too kind to me, Sears… Too much… Still… I want to someday gift you something, for rescuing me from the Conglomerate. I owe you that one, to you and Joel and the others who pitched in to get me out of there... *folds the handkerchief carefully and tucks it in a pocket* It feels heavy inside of me to only receive and not be able to give something in return. It goes against my code of delivery... Makes me feel... Selfish…

Sears: At ease. *flicks his pointy white nose softly to snap him from his self-absorption* No more brooding. Let’s focus on the solutions. If finding a new job will allay your anxiety, what you had in mind? Something similar to the last one?

Spam: *phew* No. Don’t think an opportunity like that will ever present itself again. The Suburbs are no place to find something stable that doesn’t incur the wrath of the feds…

Sears: Indeed, their industry is very volatile nowadays, unfortunately. *shrugs* But you could try to find something similar within the boundaries of Cyber City proper. There must be a vacant out there that could take advantage of your "logistics", you know?

Spam: Actually… *ponders* I meant to take on a new trade. *hides face shyly with the postman hat*

Sears: Whatever it is, you know you have my full support and those of the others. If you want to aim for something new, I think Merit or Lafay can help us find you the material you need for your education. *nods encouragingly* What took your fancy?

Spam: *tosses the postman hat onto the sofa, landing it on top of the cat* I want to become a salesman, like you all! *happy grin*

Sears: *speechless*

MIKE: Mau? *waking up with the head covered by the hat*

#delta-gambit #[DG!Concept-Art]#[DG!Spam]#[DG!Sears]#[DG!Prototypes]#blue addison #addispam #addison oc #spamblue #deltarune au #I wanted to write a little...#and make something abstract again...#practicing art #artists on tumblr

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miguelswifey04 · 1 year ago

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wait a riff off of the universal POC household experience:

miguel is helping gabi with her math hw (who’s STRUGGLING, she did not get the STEM genes) and he’s desperately trying not release his inner dad because he’s trying to break the cycle of children crying due to their dads getting mad at them for not being able to do math.

YES THIS!! but my moms too because my mom literally made me break down 😭

miguel o’hara and gabriella o’hara

breaking the cycle of being emotionally abusive to your children while helping them with their homework.

it was heartwarming yet slightly challenging situation as he assisted gabriella with her math homework. he understood her struggles and empathized with the frustration she felt, but he was determined to break the cycle of parental pressure and children's tears. with a patient and gentle demeanor, miguel leaned over gabriella’s desk, his eyes scanning the equations and numbers she was wrestling with. “alright, let's take this step by step. don’t worry, mija, math can certainly be a bit tricky at times, but with some practice and a positive mindset, you'll get the hang of it."

gabriella sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. she felt a sense of relief knowing that miguel wasn't going to lose his temper over her difficulties. “thanks, papa. it just feels like my brain isn't wired for this stuff. i feel so dumb."

miguel shook his head, his face filled with sincerity and encouragement. “hey now love, none of that negative talk. you’re not dumb, gabriella. everyone has their strengths, and we all learn differently. it just takes a little extra effort sometimes, but i know you can do it." miguel guided his daughter through the problems, breaking them down into more manageable parts. he utilized different teaching techniques, ensuring he tailored his approach to her specific way of understanding.

in moments where gabriella’s frustration threatened to overtake her, miguel provided encouraging words, reminding her of her potential. “remember, we're not aiming for perfection here. progress and understanding are what matter. take a deep breath, you've got this."time ticked away as they persevered through the math problems. there were a few struggles, a couple of incorrect answers, but miguel smiled reassuringly after each challenge, showing gabriella that mistakes were merely part of the learning process.

as they finally wrapped up the last problem, gabriella looked up at miguel, a mix of relief and gratitude in her eyes. "thank you, papa. i couldn't have done it without your patience and support. you really helped me understand this."miguel beamed, proud of gabriella for persevering and pushing through the difficulties. “you did the hard work yourself, gabriella. i was just here to guide you. remember, math is just one aspect of your incredible journey. your worth is not defined by numbers. you are intelligent, creative, and capable in so many ways."

gabriella's face brightened with a newfound confidence as she internalized her dad’s words. she felt a sense of empowerment, knowing that her worth extended far beyond her struggles with math. in that moment, miguel knew he had succeeded in breaking the cycle of pressure and anger that had haunted his own childhood. he filled the room with a warmth that radiated a genuine love and understanding, reminding his own daughter that her worth was immeasurable.

a/n: dad miguel 🔛🔝(of me)

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can you pretty please do more maggie greene🙏 literally anything. i am STARVING!!! FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!!!!! ROLLING AROUND IN THE STREET LIKE A RACCOON WITH RABIES!!!!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

— pairing: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

— era: modern au/small southern town au

— summary: you were a normal church going girl: you graduated high school with good grades, read the bible and prayed, but that was all shattered by the time you met the brunette enigma by the name of maggie greene.

— warnings: depictions of toxic religious practices, toxic religious small towns, homophobia, internalized homophobia, the reader is lesbian coded but can be read by any wlw :], porn with feelings, sex in a hayloft, kissing, a crazy amount of dirty talk, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, teasing, maggie is a tease, bisexual maggie greene, homosexual sex.

— wc: 3384

⋆ a/n: WOW, so welcome to the 3k religious small-town au of maggie that no one asked for!!! this is deeply inspired by 'once more to see you' by mitski, and honestly i've been stewing on this idea for a while before i actually got the nerve to upload it. in no way am i slandering religious/religions of any kind, and honestly i didn't even give the reader and maggie a specific religion, everything is just kind of vague for imagination purposes.

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A small southern town, a church, a pretty girl, and a predestined bad ending.

You often recall the beginning of the rest of your life. The young woman you had a crush on was peering over at you from the pew next to yours, a playful grin threatening to take over her face when it looked like she had finally gotten your attention.

You remember your face heating, a faint blush spreading from your ears to your cheeks as you quickly looked away. Your hands that were once lightly clasped in prayer tightened, the palms of your hands pressing together with no space left between them. You had gulped nervously before looking back at her again to find that she was still looking at you, intrigue tugged at your gut.

It was temptation, and that was a sin; and yet… you couldn’t really find it within yourself to care. You held her gaze, before allowing yourself to smile at her shyly. The only word you could use to describe her was beaming. She radiated everything that was good, she encompassed the stars and moon in her eyes.

You didn’t know it then, but you’d learn to crave her intense stares, her attention, more than a normal girl in a normal female friendship would. You hated the sickening feeling of jealousy that would encompass you when she’d send that signature playful smile to, well… anyone really.

Your parents approved of her – not in the way you wanted them to – a nice church going girl that wanted to come over so you could read the bible together? Why, she was better than those heathens you called friends (the ones with dyed hairs and outspoken opinions).

In your small town, anyone who spoke out against the narrow-minded ideas of your extremely conservative community were alienated. They were wrong. Sinners. And God forgive those who others perceive as queer.

Now that was the worst sin of all.

Your throat would close up whenever your parents would bring up those “damned queers” and how they’re indoctrinating the poor, fragile minds of the growing youth.

You knew, how could you not know? You knew the way you felt and admired women was different from those around you. Other girls didn’t get the urge to kiss other girls, they didn’t feel that horrible, nasty feeling of lust whenever another woman would even show a mildly suggestive sliver of skin on TV.

Suddenly, dinner didn’t sound that good anymore.

But then there was Maggie. Sweet, beautiful, playful Maggie.

And the devil in disguise.

She wasn’t all she had made herself out to be to those around her; she wasn’t the mild mannered, polite southern girl, she was mischievous, and playful, and… and tempting kind. She was your rock, the one that kept you grounded to the earth when the gravity of your thoughts threatened to take you away to somewhere far away.

She also pulled you out of your comfort zone, daring you to do something you had never even dared to do before. One of those things being sneaking out to the Hayloft of her father’s barn.

It was a smelly old thing, humid and hot and everything wrong with Virginia, but most importantly it was your spot. Something that you shared with her. Even though you will always want more, being there with her was enough. It had to be enough.

You shivered at the warm air that entered your now opened window, which completely contrasted the cold air circulating through your house. Your parents had just gone down not even an hour before, but your mother, bless her heart, was so wine drunk that your father had to whisk her away to save her further mortification due to her drunken rambling.

In a strange way, knowing your mother had her flaws was comforting.

You split out quietly through the gap you had left, though due to the house being old, the thing was fidgety, so you shoved a book through the bottom to keep it open. It didn’t take you long to make it to that signature white wood chipped barn, butterflies swirling around in your gut at the thought of her being there.

“Howdy.” Maggie greeted from the top of the barn.

You jumped in surprise, clutching your chest over your speeding heart.

“Gosh Mags! You scared me! I wasn’t even halfway through the door yet!” You exclaimed quietly, but nevertheless made to climb up the ladder leading to the Hayloft above.

“Sorry hun, jus’ couldn’t wait.”

Ah, the nicknames.

Warm giddiness flowed through your veins as you set your backpack down, pulling out a blanket and a chip bag or two.

“How’d you get these?” Maggie questioned at the sight of the fattening food. You just shrug with a shy smile, “I bought ‘em when I offered to go get the groceries.”

The thing about being a fat girl in a small town is that your mom had to control it, you represented her after all. You were supposed to be the exact reflection of her, and she was most definitely not your size. So your weight was another thing she had to keep in line (aside from your sexual virtue of course.)

“Whew,” She blew out a whistled breath. “Yer growin’ darin’, girl, arent’cha?” You blushed, casting your gaze to the open part of the roof – a hole her father and brother hadn’t been able to patch yet.

It was a clear view of the darkened sky, the stars glaring despite the heat of the night.

“I guess I learned from the best.” You said cheekily. “Real darin’.” She bit back.

The tension was palpable between the two of you, but you could never – couldn’t – allow it to grow, to reach its peak. You looked away first, scrambling to try and act natural as you adjusted yourself on top of the blanket Maggie had already put down. You let the airy blanket you had brought drape over your jean covered crossed legs, almost acting as a barrier between you and your forbidden want.

Your heart was racing and your lungs were aching but God, nothing compared to the pang of longing that shot through you like a bullet had shattered into fragments.

Maggie had allowed you to slip away from her grasp once again, which you were grateful for.

She settled beside you, her own crossed legs bumping into yours, not a sliver of space between you. She had let you go, but not for long. The push and pull was beginning to grow shorter and shorter on her end, it was up to you to keep extending her more length. You had to.

After a beat of silence she said, “You ever dream of gettin’ outta here?”

You look at her, startled. “All the time.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

If she was shocked by your confession, she didn’t say anything. “Why?” Was all she asked. “Because…” Because I always feel like my family’s constantly breathing down my neck, because I feel suffocated, because I can’t truly be who I am without being called an abomination.

Because I love you.

“Because I’ve always wanted to see the city.” You finally say with another half-hearted shrug.

“What if I could take you there?”

“What?” You breathed out in confusion, whipping your head around to look at her with furrowed brows.

“What if I could take you to the city, would you come with me?”

“I…” Yes, you want to say, I’d go anywhere with you. “It’s not good to entertain thoughts like this.” A loaded statement and you know it.

“Oh please, don’t hit me with that bullshit.” She scoffed. “I’m not, I’m being serious! We have our family to think about. We can't just… we can’t just leave. We have a life here, we can… we are growing a life here.” With each other.

“You don’t want that.” She says. It’s a statement not a question. “You don’t want that. I know it and you know it. And trust me, I don’t want whatever future you’re thinking of either.”

“Oh, yeah? And what future am I thinking of that’s so bad that even the big bad Maggie Greene can’t see a way out besides leaving?” You snapped. The question was ugly, and it was meant to hurt.

“The one where we grow old and act like we’re not in love with each other! Where we practically damn ourselves to hell everyday just by seeing each other, and yet we choose to condemn our lives to those with men and children we both would never truly love.” She takes your now trembling hand in hers.

“You’re envisioning a nightmare, and I am imagining a dream. A dream where we’re together in the city in a big, stupid penthouse that we both love, where we can both be free without some bible thumpers knocking at our door telling us that our love is wrong.”

You stare at her with glassy eyes, shined over with tears that threaten to pool over the edges like an unsealed jar.

“Maggie…” Was it a plea? A whimper? A beg? A beg to stop her from getting your hopes up.

“We… we can’t.” The devastation is clear in your voice and you try to pull your hand away but she won’t let you. Her grip tightens, her voice tight. “No, no more. Stop runnin’ away from me, from us. I know yer scared but… but we could do this. Are we not allowed to want this one thing to ourselves? Why can’t we just be a little selfish?”

Your eyelids flutter shut but she knows your resolve is crumbling bit by bit.

“We…” You sob. “We can’t.” It’s weak, even to your own ears. You don’t believe it, not anymore. She was right. Why couldn’t you be selfish? Your whole life you had just given and given and given until you were left wringing out a towel that was already dry.

“We can.” Was all she could say to counter your tears.

The Hayloft was silent, as if the world had heard the confession of two girls in love and captured it, tucking it away to remain safely under the stars, the moon the only one bearing witness to the raw and exposed emotions.

“Maggie?” You said after a short amount of time of her thumb stroking across the soft skin of your knuckles. “Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me?”

Her eyes widened at your request, but she didn’t hesitate to lean in closer, her lips brushing up against yours for a sweet moment.

“I love you.” Maybe you could blame it on being in the heat of the moment, or maybe a slip of the tongue, but no, you were tired of pushing her away, you were tired of running.

It felt like for the past two years you’ve known her all you’ve done is run; run from yourself, run from the expectations of your family, run from the church, run, run, run. You wanted to sit down and enjoy life for one detrimental moment.

“I love you too.” The confession brought a smile to both of your faces before she finally pressed your lips together.

It wasn’t magical, there weren't bells or an explosion of colors behind your eyelids. No, this was her, the warmth of her body, the silent creaking of the old wood under you as she shifted closer into your space, the sound of crickets and frogs making noise in the creek next not even a few feet away hidden by the treeline.

You created this kiss. This was yours and Maggie’s. No one else's.

It was sweet at first, the feeling of heartache being replaced by the indistinguishable emotion that was relief. Pure relief. Relief to finally have her in your arms. To feel her.

Your lips parted in a gasp in order to try and catch your breath, but traced the seam of it with her tongue. You shudder despite the heat. She was pressing against you, like she was trying to shove you back.

“Lay down fer me?” She questions softly. Your stomach twists for a moment in fear before dissipating. This was Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.

You follow her ask, the woman slipping a thigh through your legs so she can balance the other one on the outside of you. Her hand never left its cradling form on your face, the other holding herself up above you.

When the muscle of her tongue finally slipped inside your mouth, that’s when her leg twitches forward, like she was trying to swallow you whole. Her knee brushed against your pant covered heat and you whined.

“Maggie…” You whimper, your hands that are placed timidly on her shoulders tighten a bit, the dull pads of your fingers digging into her shoulder blades.

“How far do you wanna go?”

You knew what she meant.

Sex was already such a taboo subject, but homosexual sex between two women? That was enough to give any old conservative woman a heart attack. You knew you should tell her to stop, to say that kissing and planning your future together was enough, but it wasn’t. Now that you finally allowed yourself to let go, you want everything you’ve deprived yourself of.

“As far as you want.” You confess breathlessly. “No promise I have any idea of what I’m doing but I – but I want everything with you. Whatever you want. I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Her heated expression turned soft before it turned salacious.

“You don’t need to do anything sweetheart, jus’ let me do all the work, ‘kay? Gonna make you feel so good.” She all but purred. “Whatever you want.” You gasped as she placed kisses down the sensitive and unexplored part of your neck.

“Mags no marks…” You moan as she travels lower. “I know what ‘m doin’ sweet girl, stop worrying that pretty little head of yours and let go, yeah?”

You breath hitches at the feeling of her nimble, deft fingers working at the buttons of your jeans, her lips cradled at the shell of your ear. The puff of air sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah.” You agreed easily.

“Good girl.” She cooed and your cheeks bloomed a pretty heat in embarrassment.

Maggie hooks her fingers in the material at your pants and tugs them down your thick thighs, getting caught over the curve of your ass.

“Lift your hips up.” She demands softly, and you eagerly oblige.

She tugs them the rest of the way down, discarding them carelessly off to the side.

“You good?” She questions. “Yes, yeah, yes – please just… please don’t stop.” You all but beg. “I won’t honey, I got you.”

She works your panties down your legs, leaving you exposed to her hungry gaze.

“Don’t stare.” You mumble shyly. “How can I not? You look so pretty.” You huff at the teasing tone in her voice. “Shush.” You bite without any malice, closing your legs to disrupt her view of your soaking cunt.

“Aw, baby, don’t be like that.” She laughs leaning her body into your space to separate your legs with her own body. Her eyes are trained on you and you gulp. “Hi.” You breathe. “Hey yourself.” She giggles.

The tender moment continues when she leans down to join your mouths together softly. You close your eyes and lean into her, arms wrapping loosely around her neck oblivious to the wandering hand that slithers its way between the two of you.

When her fingertips brush against your wet slit you gasp, mouth falling open and inviting to assault as her tongue weaves its way into it again. Your tongues fight for a moment before you submit to hear, tiny whimpers piercing the serene and murky atmosphere.

Maggie’s finger dips into the wetness, searching along before stopping on top of your clit, which she gives an experimental rub against.

“Oh!” You cry out, your hips stuttering. “‘M sensitive.” She coos, continuing now in fast circles. They’re just two finger pads pressed against the bud, but it feels like everything. Your breath gets caught in your throat once more and your eyes flutter shut.

“That feels… so…” You can’t find the words because it feels like your brain is shutting down. “Good, amazing, fantastic?” She lists out through a shit-eating smirk. You can’t find it within yourself to chide her, not when she stops and sinks one of her fingers into your heat.

“Ah – gosh, Maggie!”

“Shh, beautiful girl. I know we're outside but you gotta lower it, alright?”

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You said dazedly. Your head fell back when her thumb began drawing figure-eights on your clit. She laughs fondly, placing a heated kiss on your lips.

“Gonna add another one, ‘kay? It’ll feel a bit weird but I swear it’ll get better.” She warns. “It’s okay, I trust you.” You reassure despite the pleasure cloud in your mind. “Good.”

A second finger slips in, and though it’s a bit uncomfortable it’s quickly overridden by the proper wrist work of her hand. Something coils in your stomach, and it’s so tight and it makes you feel so desperate, like your nerves are on fire.

“Another one.” You demand breathlessly. “I gotta – I need another one. I’m so close and I don’t know – I…”

“Sh, sh, sh. Alright, baby. Three fingers already? Wow, what a good girl, always knew you could take it.” She coos and you tremble. “You’ve thought of me like this?” You ask through pinched brows. “Uh huh. Thought of you when I was alone in my room at night with a hand shoved down my pants, thought of you when those pretty little lips of your spoke or smiled, thought of you when you wore those nice flowing skirts and those tight dresses.” She rambled.

“Could go on and on ‘bout how crazy you make me.”

Her dirty words all but shoved you to your end.

“You ever think ‘bout me?”

“Huh?” You asked intelligently. “You ever thought ‘bout getting fucked by me? Oh, better yet, you ever thought about fucking me?”

“God – Maggie! Yes, yes, I!” It all happened too fast. One moment all of the fantasies of her had crossed your mind; her bare breasts, the taste of her, how she would sound. It was all too much, and you clenched down on her fingers like a vice, but she didn’t seem to mind, only curling them fast against your g-spot, her thumb relentless on its quest to give you a mind blowing orgasm.

“That’s it, get my hand messy, uh huh…” Maggie sounded dazed herself as she watched you squirm and clench and tremble, transfixed on the space between you. Your back arched into her, your own digits tangling in her now sweat soaked hair, drips of the liquid falling on your face.

Maybe any other time you would care, but not when she was deep in you.

You came down with a sigh, back finally flattening from its twisted up position. Your thighs fell apart and her fingers left you, the woman wiping them on the blanket below.

“Holy. Fuck.” Maggie laughed and you couldn’t help but join her, your already burning lungs struggling to contract to the new emotion.

“That was… wow.”

“A little bit better than wow, but I’ll take it.” She teased, falling to lay next to you.

As you came down, you placed your hands over your full stomach, fingers interlacing together as you turned to stare at her. “What about you?” You asked. Your eyes trailed down to the spot between her legs.

“What about me? We’ve always got next time, ya know? In the big city, in a nice plush bed and ac. Maybe even with a few candles lit compared to horse shit.”

You laughed again, but your stomach didn’t curl when she mentioned going to the city together. If anything, it was filled with excitement and hope. Hope hasn’t been something you felt for a long time.

You reached over and gripped her dirty hand.

“I love you, you know?” You questioned quietly into the air.

“Yeah,” She began, lifting to bring your palm up so she could kiss the back of it before letting it fall back on your stomach carelessly.

“I know.”

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state of mind

You wince as you squeeze your eyes shut, forgetting about the growing black eye you have from fighting the people that attacked you and Din. As you open your eyes, another sob threatens to spill over. You look straight at Din and see his chest just barely moving up and down, a signal that he was holding on for dear life. “—‘m coming Din, just…give me a sec” you grumble as you attempt to twist your wrists free of the rope.

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warnings: canon typical violence

“Let him up!” you cry out hoarsely as you tug on the rope wrapped tightly around your wrists with all your strength.

“You’re going to kill him” you choke out, eyes widening with horror. You feel like you’re suffocating, pain filling every crevice of your being.

Venanzio Scrivens, leader of an undercover spice ring, stands tall over Din. He looks over from where his two cronies were roughing Din up from a failed attempt to take them down. Scrivens had too many reinforcements, too many strikes surrounding the both of you. Ultimately, threats were made, and here you were now, watching Din get beaten up. Din was fighting against the unforgiving grip one of the men had around his neck, his muscles flexing against the rope that rendered his hands immobile.

“Ah ah, how do you ask properly, little girl?” Scrivens questions, taunting and manipulating your jumbled emotions.

“Please!” you beg desperately as you notice Din’s body starts to still and fall limp. “I’ll do anything you want, just please let him breathe” your lip trembles as a sob wracks your chest, the corner of your eyes pricked with tears.

Scrivens glances over at you with a smirk on his face before signaling to his men to cease Din’s suffering. He pulls Din up by the neck of his chestplate, smirking once more before letting Din fall to his side on the floor, gasping for breath. You can tell he’s slipping in and out of consciousness, his chest rising and falling slowly. His hands twist weakly behind his back, unable to free himself from his constraints.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad” Scrivens cackles, wiping his hands down the front of his pants. He stalks over to you, a sinister energy radiating from his form.

You press your back up against the cool stone wall and your heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of your chest. He swoops down and roughly grabs your shoulder, heaving you up to stand on your feet. You struggle against him, grunting, trying to peel yourself away from his iron grip.

“Maker, just let me—go you–” you grunt out, wriggling against his grip.

“Stop moving you little creature, you’ll only make things worse for him” he sneers. You immediately stop, reluctantly complying to his threat.

He drags you over to a support beam holding up the creaky old ceiling before shoving you back down towards the ground. You tumble down with a huff and peek up at him before he bends down once more.

He flashes a sinister grin towards you before untying your hands, bunching your wrists in a death grip as an attempt to subdue any arising aggression from you. He quickly pulls your hands back and around the support beam before tying your hands once more. Your breath picks up, feeling too constrained, too restricted in the rope, and Din was probably unconscious in front of you and Maker you hope he’s still breathing.

“Now you just sit here and look pretty for me. I’ll be back” his eyes roam slowly down your body, clearly undressing you with his eyes. You tense under his unashamed assessment of your body, gagging internally at his despicable actions. He nods his head to his two cronies before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room and up the stairs on the other side of the wall, vanishing from sight.

“—‘m coming Din, just…give me a sec” you grumble as you attempt to twist your wrists free of the rope.

You feel the rope around your wrists loosen slightly, a spark of hope igniting in your chest. The support beam behind you feels rough on your back so you resort to rubbing the rope on the edge of the beam. In your peripheral vision, Din begins to stir slightly, letting out a groan and a half-hearted mumble of incoherent words. You pick up the pace as you feel the ropes begin to fray against your skin, repeating the motion. With an audible creak, the rope snaps open, successfully freeing your hands. You stand up with a start, fully prepared to get Din and escape. Your head throbs and bile threatens to spill out of your stomach as you grip onto the wall, letting the smooth touch of the stone ground you.

Quiet, hoarse coughs spill out of Din, reminding you of your limited time. You rush over to his side, nearly throwing yourself on top of him before pushing Din onto his stomach. Your hands shake as you untie his coarse hands, anxiety rushing through your system. Once you free his hands, you roll him over onto his back. You run your hand over his chest softly before grabbing his large hand in yours. You take your two fingers and press them firmly against his wrist, checking his pulse. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you start to feel dizzy, heart racing at the endless outcomes ahead of you.

You feel his pulse, just barely, and let out a dramatic sigh of relief, squeezing his hand.

“Thank the Maker,” voice breaking, the dam of pent up emotions spilling out with relief. You fold in on yourself, forehead hitting his chest as you take a sharp inhale as an attempt to subdue your emotions. You’ll have time for them later.

You spring up off the floor, assessing the room for any possible escape routes. Your eyes flit across the room until you come across a splintering wooden door, little beams of light pouring through its cracks and crevices. You run up to it and strain your vision through one of the holes in the door. All you see outside is rainforest and a few sparse buildings. You take a deep breath and decide to take the risk of running into potential crossfire. The door is locked although unstable on its hinges. You frantically look around the room for anything you could use to knock it down before landing on a crowbar. You recognize that was the crowbar Scrivens was holding as a weapon when you two were dragged down the stairs. You pick up the heavy object and twist it in your hands, adjusting it until your grip is steady.

You approach the door and take one good swing, the door cracking from the impact. You swing it twice more and the door falls off its hinges. You congratulate yourself internally, thinking how surprised Din would be to see you just demolish that door. You spin on your heel and head straight to Din, prepared to do whatever it takes to get you two to safety.

You bend over next to the top of his head, grasping onto his tunic underneath his shoulders. You shudder over how cold his body is. You take a deep breath in an attempt to shake any feelings of doubt, and you start pulling him, very ungracefully, across the floor.

Please please please wake up Din because you’re too big and tall and heavy and I can’t drag your ass across the galaxy you think, reaching the threshold between the bunker and the earth. You turn your head around to check for any cronies patrolling the area. Your eye catches four guarding the sides of the lonesome buildings around the edges of the compound, but otherwise the coast was clear.

Just as you were about to drag Din across the dirt, he starts coughing again.

“Oh my god” you croak out.

“Din, can you hear me?” you press, trying to arouse his subconscious.

You quickly drop his shoulders in shock, snapping him out of his sleep-like state. His head begins to stir, a groan crackling over the voice modulator. He stills and looks directly at you, seemingly trying to make out your face. All of a sudden he throws himself forward, nearly knocking his helmet into yours. “Din, are you okay? Where are you hurt?” you question him stupidly, unsure what to say in the moment. Your eyes search his body language for any sign of discomfort. You grab onto his chest to feel his heartbeat, a silent prayer escaping your lips as you feel his heart beating.

“Augh– oh my god. What happened” he croaks, rubbing his hands over his helmet as if to shake off any dizziness.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah I think so? Was I choked out–?”

“I’ll tell you everything later, we have to go now” you commanded, urgency and fear cutting through the air. “Can you stand?”

“Were you dragging me across the floor?” he pressed, voice delirious. “Wait, your eye…who did that to you?” his tone of voice drastically shifts to something darker.

“Din. This isn’t a good time. Please” you practically beg him, eyes flitting around to ensure that no one can see you two. You are so afraid, ready to leave.

“Can you stand?” you repeat.

“I…I think I can” his voice tight in his throat.

You shoot up to a standing position and offer your hands down to him. His eyes narrow before clasping your hands. You lean backwards and pull him up with all your strength as he rocks himself onto his feet. As he reaches his full height, he stumbles over you, trying to keep his balance on your smaller form. He grabs your shoulders, hand hanging low as he fights dizziness and exhaustion. Your arms wrap around his torso as an attempt to steady him.

“Careful, Din. Let me help you” you sigh, reassuring him in his moment of physical vulnerability.

He stays silent for a moment, allowing you to move him with your hands.

“...Thanks” he mumbles out before taking a labored inhale.

“Just hold onto me and run” you whisper, looking up to his eyes before focusing on the world outside of the doorway. His eyes remain planted on you, mesmerized by your aura in this very moment. You quickly check your datapad for the location of the Crest. The device buffers a moment, then displays the coordinates of the ship. You let out a sigh of relief when the coordinates are only a few hundred meters away. You shove the device away and turn to Din one last time, giving his hand a tight squeeze and a small nod.

The next thing you know, you’re bolting out of the threshold and into freedom. You’re practically dragging Din behind, his feet unsteady over the soft mud of the forest floor. The sweltering heat of the humid jungle envelops you like steam from the fresher. You sprint as fast as your feet can carry you to the edge of the compound, refusing to turn around, heart nearly pounding out of your chest. You tug on Din’s hand, beckoning him to move faster as you both cross the threshold between entrapment and freedom.

You send a silent prayer of gratitude into the universe for a safe escape from the compound as you run deeper into the jungle. The buildings fade behind you both and the tree trunks are growing larger, thicker. Long vines and foliage hang in your vision, endless shades of green reflecting off every dewey surface. You nearly forget what you were running from until you hear Din wheezing behind you, gasping for breath.

“I think we’re safe. Slow down” he says in between breaths, gulping in the humid air.

You come to a stop abruptly, whipping around to face Din. His voice snaps you out of the hazy daydream, filling you with concern. He regains his posture, breath shallow and barely moving. Inexplicably, he removes his helmet and you look at him with surprise. He’s never taken off his helmet outside, let alone in a place where anyone could stumble upon you both and see his face. He only takes it off in the safety of the Crest. You stand there dumbfounded, unsure what to say. He’s staring straight at you with an indescribable look plastered on his face.

“Din, please, we’re only a few hundred meters away from the Crest, we can make it if we–” you’re silenced as Din smashes his lips onto yours.

You take a sharp inhale at the unexpected motion, wrapping your arms around his neck out of instinct. He cups his hands around your face, swiping his thumb over your cheekbone. A sigh escapes your lips and he deepens the kiss, pulling you in closer, chests meeting in the middle. His shirt is drenched, sticking to his skin, but you don’t care. Din slowly pulls away as if he’s trying to ingrain this moment into his memory forever.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck as his strong arms wrap around your torso. You hear him sniffle for a moment, a pang of hurt flares from your chest. You card your hands through his damp hair, repeating the motion. His wet eyes flutter against the ridge between your shoulder and your neck, his hot breath spanning the area. You wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

“It’s ok…I think we’re safe now” a nearly inaudible whisper rolls off your tongue.

He pulls away, lifting a hand to your face. You never want to leave this moment. You feel inexpressibly at peace with him, like nothing else in the world mattered and it was just you and him in the galaxy.

“Let’s go back to the ship” he whispers, taking your hand in his.

- - - - -

On the way back to the ship Din stumbled a few times, prompting you to sit him down on the floor next to the fresher the moment you entered the ship. Of course, he argued with you at first, protesting that he was fine, I just need to sleep it off. You shot him an icy look which apparently was enough for him to plop down on the floor with no further complaints.

You never truly took a moment to assess the beating he took from the criminals, too wrapped up in ensuring that you both escaped the compound alive. Now, you’re gently slipping off his grimy leather gloves and dropping them to the floor. You lift up his damp shirt to inspect for any hidden injuries. He leans up casually against the metal wall of the ship, eyebrows raised as he watches you work. A few bruises started to blossom around his abdomen and chest, but there were a few nasty cuts littered around his arms.

“So, you gonna tell me why I was on the floor earlier?” he questions playfully as you pull out bacta spray and bandages to cover up a deep gash running from his shoulder to his bicep.

A tense sigh escapes your lips. You take the bacta and start applying it to the gash.

“You nearly drowned. And I was forced to watch it all” you deadpan, not making eye contact, too afraid to meet his eyes. “I really thought you were going to die.”

His body freezes, tensing under your touch as the bacta spray hits the gash. He winces a little from the contact, eyes shutting closed. You set the bacta gently on the floor and pull out fresh bandages before working them around the cut. Your hands deftly wrap the bandage around his bicep and over his shoulder before tying it off.

You don’t know when the tears began rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh” he says stupidly, tensing up as he seemingly remembering the torture he endured.

“…But I’m fine now,” he grits out, struggling to find the right words. “I’ve survived plenty of violence and danger before you came along.”

He reaches out to hold your forearms, rubbing gentle circles around your grimy skin.

“I’m fine now” he reassures you, squeezing your arms.

“But you’re not” you sob out, letting down the barriers, tearing down the dams that held up your composure. “You’re not and you know it, and I know it, and I can’t—” your say between sobs, chest burning like a hot knife is cutting through it.

“I can’t ever see you like that again,” you sob out, hot tears rolling down your face.

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, his voice trembling. “I— I know. I wouldn’t have made it without you.”

Your heart tugs at your chest and you ignore the feeling, but you wish you could embrace him, kiss him again, let him have every aspect of you.

He brushes stray hairs out of your face, hand lingering after tucking it behind your ears.

“Listen…I’ve been through a lot of things. Seen a lot of things. Did a lot of things I regret,” he says quietly, dazed by his uncharacteristic vulnerability in the moment.

“I’m not new to violence like this. This has been my lifestyle for years. It’s my job, my profession.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, voice labored with emotion. His eyes make contact with your watery eyes and he shudders at the sight. He pulls away from you, a hand trails down his face.

“What if you end up like that again” you manage, and then his hands are back on your body. “I can’t see you that close to death ever again. You stopped breathing Din. I— I just…I can’t see you that close to death.”

“It’s my job,” Din argues gently. “Trust me, I’ve encountered worse before. You’re too good for me” he says.

“Don’t say that, Din” you feel another sob wrack your chest.

“But it’s true. I’ve never had someone care for me like this before” he answers honestly. His response pierces your heart, increasing your heart rate. Your hands snake up to the sides of his face, holding his face like it was glass.

“I just want you to be safe” you whisper, quiet sniffles piercing the still air.

“‘M safe with you,” he murmurs, arms encircling you as he pulls you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

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