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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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I'm sure I sent in this ask before but I think Tumblr must've eaten it 🙄🙄

you know how brown eyes glow almost gold when the sun shines just right on them? how about the obey me bros reacting to this effect when in the human world with MC?

-🐸 anon

mc's eyes appearing gold in the sun

includes: the older brothers, diavolo, barbatos x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: here it is! i hope you enjoy it! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come stop by!!

➳ lucifer is taken aback by the shift. everything is so dim in the devildom so your eyes changing like this is truly new to him. it’s beautiful. “why are you staring at me?” you ask, a bit self-consciously, and he laughs slightly. “it’s nothing, sorry,” he replies, hoping he’ll get to see your eyes look like that again. “shall we continue on?”

➳ mammon leans forward, gently grabbing your chin so het can get a closer look. “so cool,” he mumbles, as you blink up at him in confusion. “what?” you ask, and mammon comes back to himself, letting go of you quickly. “o-oh, nothing,” he says, clearing his throat. “i wasn’t admirin’ yer eyes or anything. definitely not.” you look skeptical so he hurries away, ears burning.

➳ levi thinks it’s so cool. “whoah, mc, did you know your eyes look almost gold in the sun?” he asks excitedly, thinking about how his eyes glow when he shifts forms. now yours do too! “oh, yeah,” you say, nonplussed. “i’ve been told that. pretty cool, huh?” levi nods vigorously. “super cool! we should get a picture, you know, to show everyone else!”

➳ diavolo gasps in delight, stopping suddenly to peer into your eyes. you stare back, wondering why he’s doing such a thing. “um, diavolo?” you say, and diavolo beams at you. “our eyes match,” he says with delight. “this is awesome! i didn’t know your eyes had such a depth to them.” he’ll have to get a picture- no, a portrait! of the two of you, with matching gold eyes! how awesome would that be, in his castle?

➳ barbatos notices right away. “your eyes look different,” he says.“not bad or anything- actually quite stunning, but different.” “oh, yeah,” you say, blinking. “human eyes can look different in the sun sometimes. and i guess yours can too.” you gesture to his eyes, which of course, he can’t see. “they’re really teal right now. that’s really cool!”

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turtleybeachin · 2 years

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Burnout in the Devildom: Mammon's Chapter

(re-post to share entire fic on tumblr)

Pairing: Mammon x GN MC Rating: G Word Count: 1.2k Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Cuddles

You’ve been working hard in the Devildom. Classes are intense, especially when it feels like you’re having to play catch-up just to have basic understandings of things everyone else knows innately. Add to that living with seven avatars of sin who can’t go more than six hours without some sort of catastrophe, and somehow you’re always dragged into the middle of their chaos to sort things out and be their big sibling despite being the actual baby of the entire world?

You’re exhausted. The sort of exhaustion that does not just go away after a good night’s rest and an eye mask and a glass of human-world wine. The sort of exhaustion that starts sapping the life out of everything you do, everything you touch, until you feel like you’re just going through the motions and always one inconvenience away from a complete meltdown.

MAMMON:

It starts with you slamming your bedroom door in his face.

Well, actually, it's more fair to say he started to realize this was A Problem when you slammed your door in his face.

He'd been ready for the weekend because that meant no classes and that meant it was time to let loose! He and Asmo had already picked out the best clubs and house parties for the next forty-eight hours, and lucky you that no outfit is complete without his human at his side!

So c'mon, human, THE Great Mammon is going to show you the best weekend of your life!

And you'd said no, which wasn't completely unheard of. Sometimes you need a little egging on. Humans can be like that.

But when he'd taunted and teased and pestered, instead of you sighing and rolling your eyes and giving in?

You slammed your bedroom door in his face and shouted a stinging idiot tirade loud enough to echo in the halls.

And that brings us to now, where for an instant he is pissed, because while his brothers might rail on him constantly, you'd always defended him against that. You'd always shown him proper respect and recognized his brilliance.

Which makes it weird to hear that shit come outta your mouth.

Which makes him consider how Lucifer had been making some dry commentary about your grades slipping on a few assignments recently, and Beel asking if you were going to join him at the gym this time, and Levi whining to Belphie about how his Player Two didn't want to play anything lately...

Well, crap. He isn't a human-expert, but some things are universal enough, and his family has been through enough shit that he knows a thing or two about dealing with--

Wait a minute. Dealing with what? Did someone upset you? Did he miss somethin'?!

He paces outside your door for a few minutes, debating his options here. He can text his brothers to ask who did what and when, but that will summon them all to be the one to fix the issue for you. And he's your first man, it's his duty to protect you and look after you, and he ain't about to let them try to take that away.

So he straightens, and puts a hand on the doorknob, and--

And realizes you might be changing or something in there, and you were pretty pissed, so maybe storming in isn't the right move.

He knocks, thumps his fist against your door three times. "Yo, human, open up!"

Silence, and he shuffles his feet and glances over his shoulder to make sure none of his nosy, meddling brothers are watching before he leans his brow on the door and tries again. "MC, hey, uhhh listen, ya know I got yer back, yeah? If somethin' or someone's botherin' ya, The Great Mammon will handle it."

He nearly topples when you jerk your door open and out from under him before he's fully finished speaking. Nearly. But turns it into a super smooth and totally casual slide into your room instead before you change your mind.

And you let him, because he might be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but he has had your back ever since your pact. He could have just yelled back at you and left for his party, but he stayed, because he was worried. Not that he'll say as much.

It's not anyone or anything in particular, you try to explain as he puffs himself up and peeks around your space like he'll find a bully or a neon sign of a problem somewhere. It's everything all at once. It's too much for too long and you're just-- you don't want to do any parties right now, Mammon.

"Whadda ya wanna do, then?" he presses as you drop onto your bed with a shrug.

Because that's the thing. You don't know. You want to play video games but none of them feel fun or worth the effort. You want to read a book but none of the books in the entire library capture your interest. You want to watch something on TV, except you spent forty minutes last night browsing every single streaming service and finding not a SINGLE show that sounded good. You want to feel something other than exhausted. .... You want to sleep, you guess.

He listens to you, and he sorta gets it. It's like how no amount of stuff, no amount of riches, ever fills the hole.

But you do.

So he pulls out his D.D.D. from his pocket and starts tapping on it with one hand as he walks over to your door and turns the lock. A quick message to Asmo: yo, i'll catch up to ya. got some business to handle before i can let loose.

But knowing his nosy brother, there's a chance he'll be suspicious as to sudden business and come snooping. And he ain't about to have someone come butt in now. His power flickers around him in a dark, cold aura for a moment, and there's a moment where your ears sort of pop like in an airplane and you yawn and shift your jaw side to side to release the pressure.

And then he's toeing off his shoes and tossing his jacket to land somewhere near your table, and he's strolling over to you on your bed, and without asking or explaining himself he drops onto the mattress and stretches himself out to get cozy, one arm folded behind his head so he can see the TV.

"Alright, then, c'mon." He smacks the mattress beside him. "Grab the remote and get in here."

Didn't he have parties to go to? A casino calling his name?

His cheeks definitely burn, his eyes skittering aside to avoid your knowing look. "Yeah, well, they weren't that great. I double-checked the lineup and uh, it was pretty lame. Definitely not worthy of The Great Mammon's company. So uh. Your lucky night, human!"

And you don't push him further, understanding what he won't say by the way his arm curls around your shoulders to pull you tight to his side, the way he murmurs a soft confirmation that you're comfortable with him, the way he shifts a little bit to turn slightly toward you as you cuddle together.

He turns on the TV, flipping through things for you, and settles on a cooking show that Luke had mentioned really enjoying because it had good recipes and was 'more soothing than he thought demon television could be'. It's background noise more than anything, it's the flickering of lights sending shadows dancing around your room.

And while you still don't feel like doing anything or going anywhere or focusing on anything, the heaviness feels a little softer, the hollowness a little fuller. Mammon's cologne fills your lungs, and his heat melts into you at every point of contact, and his fingers idly swirl along your arm, and you smile as he mutters about these chefs not having to cook for Beel as he scoffs at the tiny delicate pastries on the television.

As you doze at his side, he sneaks glances at your face, down your bodies at how you curl into him. The casino ain't a bad place to spend a night, but no chiming jackpot has ever felt so sweet as your slow steady breath against his neck.

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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Idk if your requests are still open, im still quite new to tumblr :,) If they are not then feel free to ignore this :D Also, i’m really fond of your work, and i hope your taking care of yourself too!

And to not waste yer time, heres a request(?)

The brothers with an angel mc (maybe with lord diavolo and barbatos too) Tho its completely up to you, just take care of yourself!!

Hi! Welcome to tumblr! And yes, my requests are open. I was actually running out of creativity so thank you from saving me. I'm happy you like my work, and it's sweet of you to care about ky well being, I hope you're doing good too!

Anyways, on with the request. I hope you like it!

the brothers, barbatos and diavolo with an angel mc

-> brothers, barbatos and diavolo x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, this is not proof read

content warnings: lesson 16 spoilers, very mild angst

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Lucifer

he never thought the day would come where he'd be interacting with angels other than simeon

you honestly remind him of his old days, and that fact made lucifer slightly unhappy to be around you

but, after he sees how strong the bond between you and his brothers is, he starts letting his walls down

you two eventually start building a strong bond, you sometimes help him out with all the paperwork, which he appreciates a ton

angel, demon or human, it doesn't change lucifer's affection towards you in the end

Mammon

you are actually able to stop mammon from any weird scemes to make money, such as gambling at an illegal casino or stealing his brothers' wallets

he will act like he's sad about this, but deep down he will be grateful for what you are doing

you encourage him to earn money in a legal way, like picking up jobs

it's still mammon, so he will be impulsively spending the grimm, but because he is stealing less, his relationship with his brothers has improved

he will show gratitude by buying you nice gifts

Leviathan

levi expected you to treat him like a gross shut-in otaku 'like everyone else'

but... you didn't, you were nice

you often have to remind him to not speak so negatively about himself though

as a result, levi became attached to you and despite his shy tendencies, he will ask you to hang out in his room

he is also kind of curious how things are up in the celestial realm nowadays, but he doesn't ask about it

Satan

unlike all of his brothers, satan has never been an angel before and he's lowkey curious what it's like to be one

sure, he's read his books, but he's more interested in hearing your experiences

you are more than happy to tell him and from what you said, satan was glad he had never been an angel

thus, you two often spend late nights together, having conversations about these topics, or really anything else

satan feels the most comfortable around you, regardless of his internalized dislike towards angels

Asmodeus

oh, he adores you

there won't be a day where asmo won't tell you how beautiful and ethereal you are

often, when you are hanging out, and you show him your wings, asmo will gush over them and start decorating them with ribbons and flowers

after the fall, he found it hard to accept his new form and he honestly still isn't 100% comfortable being a demon, but seeing you made it all easier to deal with

expect to have many impromptu photoshoots with him

Beelzebub

his first reaction was to ask you to make food from the celestial realm

he was half joking, but you actually did it and it tasted better than any of the store-brought celestial realm delicacies

every time you are on cooking duty, beel will stand outside if the kitchen waiting fir you to finish

food isn't the only thing you bond over though

you also attend a lot of his games, every time he sees you in the crowd, his mood and focus immediately improves, you're his cheerleader

Belphegor

first of all, the whole lesson 16 ordeal won't take place, so your relationship won't start off rocky like that which is good in a way

it is also bad in a way because belphie will continue hating humans

you, being the angel you are, decided to teach belphegor how to accept humans again

it was a long proces, but eventually he stopped hating them

thanks to this, he is also visibly more happy and at peace with himself

he has you to thank for that

Diavolo

the prince of the devildom and an angel in the same room? what is this, a crossover episode? (sorry I had to, please somebody get the reference so I don't look like a fool thank you)

diavolo is happy to meet you though, he wants to improve the bonds between the three worlds after all

he spends his time around you like a kid in a candy store, he's so excited to hear your stories about the celestial realm

yes, there's simeon as well, but diavolo feels more at home around you

he will often invite you to fancy dinners or parties, he likes your company

Barbatos

well, diavolo wants to improve ties with the other realms so at first he doesn't really pay attention to you outside of his lord's needs

however, he can't help but slowly start to admire you from afar

he had seen angels before, but never one as gentle and kind as you

barbatos will start interacting witn you soon enough, for example by inviting you to bake sweets with him

he will show his admiration by performing acts of service for you, like bringing you warm tea when you're tired

the more he is around you, the more his attraction grows

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theawkwardterrier · 1 year

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I posted 17,825 times in 2022

That's 6,060 more posts than 2021!

141 posts created (1%)

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Wednesday 100: Family History

Sometimes on rainy days, Bree explores the study while her father examines the ledgers.

Today she finds a box, opening it quickly before Da sees. The spoons are familiar. She keeps hers, St. John, hidden away from her cousins. Willie, born near harvest, has St. Peter.

Counting, she frowns, asks before she can think better, "Da, where's St. Andrew's spoon?"

Da sets down his quill gently. He leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he starts softly, "When yer mam and I were in Paris…"

She thinks she sees him crying, just a little.

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Wednesday 100: Telling Tales

They're happy to have all the grandchildren staying over at the Big House, although it means Jamie covering Claire's noises, the two of them hushing their laughter.

Once recovered, they get up to listen for the children, hearing Germaine's voice down the hall.

"—and they brought in a lady, wearing only her shift, looking very scared but also brave, and it was—"

"Grannie," Jem says excitedly. Joan sighs, "I love this part."

Claire leans into Jamie. "Seems that someone's inherited a certain talent of yours."

"Well, they've heard this one often enough." He smiles, and takes her back to bed.

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I think one of the reasons that the fakeout in The Long Goodbye Job works so well is also one of the reasons I love Leverage as a show. Yes, we’re so deeply invested in these characters that the idea of them coming to harm is heartbreaking, but it feels believable because we’ve been conditioned, by media, but also by our own lived reality, that no one can always win. Maybe you make a mistake, forget or overlook something, maybe you’re outsmarted, maybe your luck simply runs out, but at some point you will come to the end of the line. (”Give all of us...the strength to remember that life is so very fragile. We are all vulnerable. And we will all, at some point in our lives... fall. We will all fall,” says Coach Taylor.)

And amid the competence porn, the show doesn’t shy away from that very human aspect of it all, gives us Hardison buried alive, Parker’s childhood and its lasting effects on her, Eliot’s violent past, Sophie’s uncertainty about herself. The show gives us Nate, troubled and gray and full of hubris and flawed all to hell - couldn’t save his father, couldn’t save his son. But it also gives us this, ends with this: the hammer never drops. The villains do not win in the end, do not come close to winning. This unlikely, outcast group, this family, wins, they keep winning, and sometimes, in shows like this, we’re allowed to have faith in that.

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Back again with another Outlander fic! For those of y'all who are interested, I'll be posting on alternating Sundays over the next few months and will reblog this again when the fic is complete. For everyone else, enjoy your regularly scheduled programming!

Muscle Memory, chapter 1

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usercookie2008 · 1 year

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Welcome to the Void!

Welcome to my silly Main Blog, currently yer at my Main post, I'll call it Voidling Central, where I'll be linking my other Blogs and Linking the random stuff I got here in the void

Will be edited as time goes by fufufuruu

Idk Just thought it'd be a good Place to keep stuff Linked besides with my Carrd

Intro to me

A little side post where I kinda introduce myself a bit better and somewhat a little in what I think or whatever

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A Discord Server I've Created as a funky lil place people can chill and connect at and while I do generally Focus on UTMV stuff there's all sorts of other fandoms that are there too in the Server!

I also have an area for any of my Kofi Supporters with a channel for sneak peeks of artworks I'm working on ^^

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Ask Chee is a side blog of mine where the starting character is Chee who's a Cheetah Cross sans, Ask them stuff and see if we'll meet any friends later down the road

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The Generations AM is that of an Altertive Multiverse set sometime further in the Future to where it Focuses generally upon Nightmare and his gang. More or less, those who are the reminisce of his Gang as time passes on, Nightmare never passes but goes through the motions of taking care for his in a way Grandchildren, and perhaps more as the AM progresses.

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1-800-scaryphone · 2 years

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TUMBLR TEXT POSTS || STILL ACCEPTING! || @feralreason

feralreason asked: “I told you a joke and you’re laughing. I love you.” -- For Dad :')

[Norm took a breath, recovering from an abnormal laughing fit; it wasn't like him to prolong his laughter beyond a chuckle or an exhale, but sometimes, his son's humor shone through in ways that surprised even himself. He hadn't been this amused -- this happy -- in a long, long time.]

[William's remark after the fact earned another smile from Norm; there had been plenty of other occasions where he'd laughed at his kid's jokes, after all, but...not quite like this.]

❝ I love ya too, kiddo. ❞ [He was getting better at saying that. There wasn't any hesitation now, though he still worried every time he spoke the words -- there would always be that lingering fear that he was opening himself up to another cosmic disaster, one that would cause him to lose the only family he had left.]

❝ An' whaddaya mean? I always- well, I usually laugh at yer jokes, provided I understand 'em. ❞

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xcalibxr · 9 months

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"Ye Olde Fossil" was what the sign read.

Though the sign above the establishment was an ... interesting choice, it was the lively acoustic guitar playing being strummed in time with joyful singing of a group of patrons currently within the bar that drew you to the place.

You're new here, and the weathered, but kind-looking old man that is sitting in the corner at one of the older looking tables can see that as he waved you over with a twinkle in his remaining good eye. White sprouted between the grey peppering his wild hair which feathered out from underneath a dark brown sailor's cap to match more kept-together beard that decorated his chin, ending in a thick braid that hung in midair. He was dressed like a man of the sea, but those days seemed to be long behind him.

A wide grin split the aging lines of his face as teeth that had seen better days became the focus; one hand held onto a tumblr of alcohol that was partially drained (with an open bottle of alcohol standing by upon the table) and his other hand, fondly scratching the ear of a small dog that sat comfortably upon the bench next to him.

"Welcome to 'Ye Olde Fossil'," the old man croaked merrily, raising his tumbler as a barmaid passed with a circular tray holding ten newly made mugs of beer. "Everyone's in a good mood today so this place is in high spirits judging by all the singing going on, hehekeh! If ya've come ta drink, all yer drinks are on me tonight, so pull up a chair."

Once you were settled, the Old Man produced another tumbler from god-knows-where and topped it off for you before setting it down in your direction before continuing on.

"Name's Old Pete--used ta be just 'Pete', but 'round here in Maple they've taken ta remindin' me of how old I am all the time for some reason or another, but I don't take it ta heart, ya see? Anyway! This is a good place and safe, too, seeing as the owner can be a real beast when he's well and truly upset... but I wouldn't worry yer head about that! Ol' Drake's a good man even with his reputation of being a fossil. The men that support him here as his hands in the business are decent too, as rare as that is, but in an island were most of us are decent folk, there's gonna be a few bad eggs to be found."

Draining the glass, Old Pete poured himself another and sipped with relish before glancing down at yours.

"Mmn? Drink, drink! Don't let it age anymore than it already has--this is a good year, not the cheap stuff, don't cost an arm neither! But, ya know..."

Leaning in, the Old Man lowered his voice, as mischief flickered in his lone eye.

"It's said that there's a full stock higher priced alcohol in this place, incredibly fine stuff--worth yer weight in gold, even or somethin' like that--yet I've been 'round here for the past decade and rarely ever seen that really good stuff go out."

Sitting back as though satisfied with passing on the myth of the fabled liquor hidden away somewhere within Ye Olde Fossil to yet another person willing to listen, the Old Man sipped from his glass again as his feet began to stomp in time with the guitar tune that strummed up into a different song.

"Anyway, enjoy yerself today and try not to cause any trouble or you'll be seeing yourself out no matter what bits ya got! Try some of the grub here while yer at it so ya don't go drinkin' on an empty stomach, ya hear? It'll be on my conscience if ya do..."

Trailing off, Old Pete allowed himself to get fully absorbed into the new song ranging out in the bar, now clapping roughened hands in rhythm with his stomping foot as a cackle of delight bubbled up from his throat.

Drinks were bought and poured.

People sang (sometimes off-key) while others dined.

Laughter filled the air, and the day continued on just like that.

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plantplains · 2 years

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copycat

mammon x reader

synopsis: being around mammon has caused you to pick up on some of his habits: specifically when he covers his mouth when he talks. when he notices this, to say he’s “flustered” is an understatement.

- you know when you hang out with someone so much that you start to mimic them? that’s what’s basically happening

- mammon basically follows you around like a lost puppy so it’s not surprising when you pick up on some things he does

- he, of course, did not notice it. but all his brothers did

- when you both would do the same thing at the same time, his brothers would give eachother a look that says ‘are they serious right now’

- ur both oblivious

- untillll….

mammon smiles as he watches you laugh at another one of his jokes at the dinner table. he didn’t think to was that funny, but you seemed to have enjoyed it anyways. then, he noticed levi and satan looking at each other with a look that seemed practically unamused.

“what’s yer deal?!” mammon demanded, instantly feeling defensive. they would usually do this when he did something stupid, but he couldn’t identify what it was. levi half turned to face him, and then looked in your direction, which consequently made mammon look at you.

you weren’t laughing anymore, yet he could tell you were still thinking about what he said because he could see the way your eyes smiled. but then, he noticed something. your hand was covering your mouth, almost in the same way that he did himself when he felt embarrassed. did you get this from him? since when? him realizing this made something click; what other habits of his did you pick up?

well, he knew for one that you started painting your nails the same color because when he confronted you about it, you shyly confessed that you had asmodeus help. something about a “friendship bond” for you and him.

he also knew that you picked up how he doodled on all his schoolwork (much to lucifer’s dismay that now both of you did it). sometimes in class, he would lean over to snag some answers from you, and would notice a couple of cat faces drawn on the corners of the sheet. typically, he would add a smiley face or just start drawing on your paper instead of his own.

just reliving those moments had mammons face heating up. beel asked if he was alright and mammon immediately said he was just fine, then excused himself and ran off. this left you confused and you asked if you did something wrong. lucifer just shook his head and rolled his eyes; “you know how he is.” you nodded in understanding but you couldn’t help to keep thinking about it.

later in the night, your D.D.D. buzzed with an alert as you were about to fall asleep.

Mammon: come to my room like rn. if yer not here in the next 3 seconds imma be pissed!!!!!

you sighed and shoved off your blankets before making your way to his room. pushing open the door, you noticed him rummaging through a drawer, despite how the room was barely illuminated. uncharacteristically, he beckoned you over to stand beside him. then abruptly, he holds his hand in a fist, telling you to “open yer hand.” you hum in confusion before holding your hand out, to which a bundle of rings drops onto them.

“‘cause— yknow. we have matching nails .. so i figured—“ mammon starts, obviously flustered. he clears his throat and continues: “i figured we should both have rings then. ‘cause of the ‘friendship bond’ or whatever.”

you observe the rings in your hand, picking them up one by one and looking at them. mammon seems to get agitated with your lack of response, and says that if you don’t wanna match, to just say so.

“no mammon, these are really cute.” you slip on a few of them and the rest drop into your pocket. although the lights are dimmed, you can still see how he scrunches up his face before turning away. you smile before reaching up to fix a couple of loose hairs on his head.

“you’re really cute.”

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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long-ass thirst bUT hear me out:

you’re the college campus fuckboy and iwaizumi’s your roommate. almost every night (sometimes more than once a day), he would be kept awake by the obnoxious moans of whoever you brought home. hell, your dorm neighbors knew your name solely because of your partners. every time you walked through the door with someone, he’d wish it were him.

hajime, on the other hand, isn’t exactly popular. of course he’s a heartthrob due to his looks, but he isn’t exactly “seen” by people. he simply stays in the background and tries to get good grades.

one night, you tell him you’re leaving to go to a party, adding that you likely won’t be back until late, assuming you come back that night at all. he merely nods and hums in acknowledgement as you walk out the door. well, due to your friend drinking too much and you taking them home, you return much sooner that expected.

the second you step through the door, hajime’s moans fill your ears. you don’t think much of it, other than mentally congratulating him on finally getting laid. well.. that is until you hear him moan your name.

usually, you aren’t one to intrude and prefer to mind your own business, but curiosity takes over and you slowly push the door to “his room” open. he’s desperately rocking his hips back and forth, humping a pillow with a pitiful-looking dildo up his ass. you see he’s holding one of your shirts, sniffing it deeply while wearing a maid dress.

the embarrassment that takes over when he finally notices you standing there is unbearable. hajime’s pathetic attempts fall on deaf ears as you walk up to him. he can feel tears begin to crowd his eyes as he avoids eye contact. however, he’s shocked when he feels you flip him over, yank the skirt up and harshly shove your cock inside him.

his shiny eyes immediately roll back into his head as loud moans elicit his mouth. you’re being so careless with his sensitive, overstimulated body, he can’t help but start crying. you’re so much bigger than he expected and it hurts so much, yet he cums in a matter of seconds, dumbed out by your cock in pure ecstasy.

-wyatt <3 (i finally created a tumblr lol)

WYATT HOLY FUCK I MISS YOU AND YER THIRSTS. At first, Iwazumi fucking hated you. He couldn't sleep nor focus every time you brought in some random whore to fuck and whenever you sent them home limping you'd apologize with a sheepish smile before continuing to do it again the next day. You knew about this. How much your cute virgin roommate was annoyed with you and your antics which was why you were caught off guard when you heard him touching himself while moaning your name. You wouldn't waste the opportunity to pounce on him especially since he was sniffing your jersey in such a pretty outfit.

#iwaizumi thirsts

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kitababie · 4 years

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Headcanons of sakusa osamu and kita having crush and confessing at the end🥺(if its too much just do who you want) i love your writting 💕💕

ahhh thank you 🥺 I love sakusa, osamu and kita so much so of course I’ll do all of them! Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy 💖

He would keep the crush close to his chest, definitely thinks he’s hiding it well but considering how he dislikes most people it’s more noticeable than he thinks

He’s all about remembering the little things and bringing them up, absolutely adores the way your eyes light up when he mentions something you forgot you told him

If you mention that you forgot to eat breakfast or lunch he will definitely glare at you till you eat. It’s a little intimidating but he does it cause he cares

Will casually mention when he has games and practice matches, you catch on quickly that he was his way of asking you to come

One game in particular he throw his coat at you, quite surprising coming from him, it smelled like detergent and deodorant but it was comforting

“Just wash it before you give it back...”

Will send random articles about your interests and some of his, would blush a little when you bring them up or thank him

You offered him an earbud once when he asked what you were listening to, he cleaned it for a good two minutes but enjoyed sharing your music even if it wasn’t his taste

Will ask to share your music more often, he likes being near enough to feel your warmth but not quite touching

Absolutely has a heart attack when you gave him hand cream once

“You’re always sanitizing your hands so I figured you could use some something to help with the dryness!”

It’s that day he decides that he has to make you his

Don’t think he’d make a big deal out of confessing. It would be more of a statement. “I enjoy your company more than most, we should go out.”

Bonus! On winter dates he will definitely hold your hand since your both wearing gloves or mittens

He would definitely be flirty with his crush. Nothing obnoxious just little complements and flirty teasing

Likes to sit with you during lunch, will asks for bites of your food and offer you some of his in return. Probably will become pouting if you say no

Absolutely the type to poke your sides and tickle whenever the chance is there

Will walk you home or to the bus stop when he doesn’t have practice, when you ask why he says it’s to get a break from Atsumu but you both know there’s more too it than that

He’d take pictures of cute dogs, stray cats, frogs, anything really and send them to you with no context

He likes to invite you to study dates, mostly in subjects he’s decent in so you can space out and watch you

Fall asleep a good 1/3 of the time

Sometimes you send him recipes that you think he might like, he turns bright pink every time

Invites you to practice once, immediately regrets it when Atsumu won’t stop teasing him while simultaneously flirting loudly at you

This ends in a fight as it often does with the twins

“Get yer own s/o ya damn scrub!”

Doesn’t really mention the Freudian slip but from that day he continues to refer to you as his significant other

Occasionally brings you lunch, brushes it off as nothing but he spends lots of time perfecting them

Head empty, only Kita Shinsuke.

Kita would think he was being super oblivious about his crush but you really have to squint to see it

He would send rather bland texts like ‘did you sleep well’ or ‘remember to eat a proper meal’ but they warm your heart

You sent him a wholesome meme once and since that day he sends them a lot, makes you giggle every time

His team does notice that he smiles much more around you

When tumblr crashes after you finish and doesn’t save so you have to rewrite everything

Opens doors for you whenever he can

Brought you a whole loaf of bread once, it was because his granny made too much but it was the cutest thing

You made cookies for them both as a thank you, he felt like he was going combuste, you were too sweet

Carries those little heat packs with him all the time, along with tea bags, lip balms and tissues, he’s always prepared

You once came to one of his games wearing his spare jersey, how you got ahold of it he didn’t know and he didn’t care

Took you to lunch off campus one day, you ended up being a little late for class because of it and he insisted on helping you with homework for a whole week he felt so bad

He would make a bigger deal of confessing than the others

It would be a classic confession, probably would get flowers or chocolates and bow after asking you out

Writes you little love notes, he gives them to you during breaks since he doesn’t want to distract you from school

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arhvste · 3 years

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❝ wanna be yours ❞

miya atsumu x reader — in which atsumu can’t help himself from falling in love all over again when talking to his parents about his favourite topic; you

dt — @seijohlogy ;; jae, hottie, you’re so lovely and i’m very much in love with you, atsumu, oikawa and anyone else you wanna fall in love with <3

“tsumu’ it’s so nice to hear from ya!”

atsumu smiled at the sound of his mothers voice coming from the end of the line as he sat up in his chair properly.

“yeah, sorry i called late this week, i was busy with-”

“-we know tsumu, ya never have to apologize for that. we’re just happy you’re happy.” atsumu’s father cut in swiftly.

atsumu smiled at the reference of you. he always called his parents every wednesday at around 7PM without fail with the exception of today, after promising to take you out to the new restaurant you’d been eying.

“they looked really pretty today ya know,” the setter’s voice perked up as his heart fluttered with eagerness to talk all about you. “like, really pretty.”

“how are they?” atsumu’s mother asked, softness threaded through the tone of her voice. atsumu’s mother had taken an instant shine to you upon meeting you for the first time. her own heart filled with just as much joy listening to her son talk about you, so she’d always make sure to ask questions about your wellbeing and such whenever the opportunity arose.

“great actually, i’ve had more time off this week so i’ve been around them a lot more, oh! yesterday we cooked together for the first time in a while, we actually followed one of yer old recipes.” atsumu chatted as his eyes wandered over to the framed photos placed neatly on the desk.

childhood photos of him and osamu stared back at him through the delicate glass as well as photos from their inarizaki days. his favourite photos however, were the two he had kept preserved in frames different to the other places near the emptier areas around his sleek desk.

two frames outlined with mirrored glass always caught his attention whenever he glanced in their general direction. one photo of the two of you together on the right frame and one of you alone in the left. his eyes instantly gravitate to your face though. he’d practically burned the memory of these photos into his head and he was grateful he did. he loved the way you smiled, the expression making him tumble further and further down the road of being so in love with you. the soft crinkles as your eyes smiled with your lips, held a special place in his heart too. to know that he made you genuinely smile so brightly, it filled his heart with pride and joy and he had no intentions to ever make you stop smiling like that.

“oh really?” his mother hummed curiously on the other end of the line. “i know they would’ve done me justice, but i’m not too sure about you.” she teased as both atsumu and his father laughed.

“they always keep me in check… it was edible just in case ya were wonderin’.”

a soft expression graced the blond’s face as his thoughts stayed content in the mental territory of you.

“when the two of you marry, ya gotta make sure to learn to cook for yerself a bit more.” his father commented. atsumu’s face flushed slightly at the thought of marrying you. sure, he had obviously had thoughts on the topic before, but discussing it so rawly was something he wasn’t so used to yet. the idea of physically and legally making you his and him yours, made his heart stutter and his mind go hazy. he absolutely wanted nothing more.

“you are going to marry them aren't ya?” mrs miya pressed on. atsumu could picture his mothers scolding face and quirked eyebrow upon hearing the strict but playful tone of voice.

“well obviously.” the setter practically scoffed. “i’d be an idiot not to.”

he got up and stretched, phone still in hand and pressed up against his ear. “i wanna have a big wedding someday, for them of course.” he mused as he wandered around the spacious study, eyes scanning the walls littered with polaroids and framed photos hung up. his smile yet to be wiped off as he sighed into the phone.

“good. we already give our blessing for you to give them the surname ‘miya’, they already fit in so well.” atsumu’s father said proudly. he had also taken a liking to you after seeing the control you had over his untamable son. you were his rock and both mr and mrs miya noted this as obvious after observing their sons adoring behaviour around you. they loved you as their in-law already and atsumu still had yet to actually propose yet.

“they suit ‘miya’ don’t they?” atsumu grinned as he stopped in front of a photo of both you and him. a particular favorite of his. msby had just won an important match and you were pictured beaming proudly beside him. his own expression is what really made his heart full. his own eyes looking down at you, rather than an overwhelming look of excitement gracing his face, he looked rather in love. admiring eyes shining at your form, the soft smile tugging at his lips as he registered just how proud he could make you.

miya atsumu was a prideful man, but being a prideful man for you was his brand and he made sure that much was obvious.

dating was great, he loved the dynamic and he loved the openness between the two of you, a pair of matching rings and last names did sound nice to him though. he couldn’t wait to have pictures with those elements included someday. to have a picture of the two of you with the caption ‘the miyas’ matching wedding rings and smiling faces was his ultimate goal. no trophy, medal or title could hold a light to that prize, he wanted to chase after a stable future with you and he’d make sure to go full 100% until he got there.

“they sure do kid, so ya better get down on one knee soon okay?” his mother teased as atsumu snickered.

“i promise.” he spoke firmly.

not just a promise to his parents of course though, but a promise to himself too. he would get down on one knee the next day if he could, but there was a time and place for such a moment to occur and atsumu knew that playing the patience game was worth it sometimes.

he’d find the right moment soon and then, he’d be a step closer to reaching his ultimately desired goal; to be yours for good.

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mymelodyheart · 3 years

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Save The Date Chapter 11 ~What’s Brewing Claire?~

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Previously in Stramash ...

Jamie pulled back to look at her face and tipped her chin up to survey the cut on her lips. "He did this?"

She could only nod as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Jamie turned the gun in his hand and marched towards the door, shouting at the police ushering Jack out to wait. Before Claire could scream for him to stop, he brought his forehead down on Jack's nose in a head butt before handing the weapon to a nearby officer. The sound of cartilage crunching echoed in the tiny room, making Claire wince. Jack fell onto his knees with a loud thud, holding his bleeding nose, shouting improprieties muffled by his hands.

"Now, that was uncalled for, Fraser," an officer clucked, but his grin and the amusement in his eyes implied he wasn't too bothered over Jack's injury. "Now go and get some rest. I'll handle the paperwork and delay the statement for tomorrow morning. You both have done enough to save the day."

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Jamie studied Claire. She lay relaxed on the examination table, going through her phone and reading messages. She looked untroubled and seemed to have recovered from the ordeal this past weekend. The only tell-tale sign left of that hellish night was the tiny scab on her lower lip and bruising on her right cheek where Jack Randall had struck her. She was whole and safe, and yet here he was, having trouble letting go of that incident.

When he'd helplessly watched Jack shoved a gun against her neck and dragged her away from his sight, he'd felt the full gravity of her vulnerability and his inadequacy to secure her safety. But how Claire had handled the situation was nothing short of mind-blowing, albeit heart-stopping. She'd kept her presence of mind, aptly keeping Geneva talking while the tech specialist monitored the audio listening device. The moment they'd identified the voice on the phone, the administration in Broadmoor had been immediately alerted to make sure Geneva didn't go anywhere until the police arrived.

Geneva and Jack were in jail now, awaiting trial and most likely would stay there for a very long time. He really needed to stop fixating on what could have gone wrong and focus on the matter at hand, like their baby's condition and Claire's health.

He puffed out a breath and sprung onto his feet. "Ye comfy, Sassenach?"

"I'm good," she replied, without looking up from her phone screen.

"Ye ken, we can cancel the baby reveal for another day."

"I know, but I prepared so much food already."

They were having his family and closest friends over for afternoon tea to share the news of their baby. Claire had insisted on a celebration to invalidate the ordeal Geneva had put them through, determined not to allow recent events to cast a shadow over their upcoming nuptials. Jamie had thought it was too soon, but Claire had pressed that the sooner they moved forward from the incident, the better.

So last night, she'd spent the entire evening preparing shortcrust pastries, scones batter and making Victorian sponge cake. Apparently, she'd taken some lessons in baking and cooking from Mrs Fitz so that she could host parties like Jenny and his ma. It was as if her work, all the travelling she'd been doing, preparing for the wedding and recovering from trauma wasn't enough. She also needed to put up a brave front.

Though the doctor had given Claire an all-clear in London after a routine checkup, Jamie had insisted on another examination when she'd complain of spotting last night. He hadn't a clue what that had meant, but the concerned look on her face was enough for him to push her for another doctor's appointment. To his relief, she'd hardly put up a fight, and he'd immediately arranged a consultation with a private practice to speed things along since the NHS hospitals were notorious for long waits.

"I just want ye to be certain, Sassenach. That's all. I dinnae want this tea party putting a strain on ye."

Claire put her phone down and glanced up at him. "I'm pregnant, Jamie, not incapacitated. I know you're worried about the spotting, but I'm quite certain pregnant women gets them sometimes. I don't feel ill, but here we are, taking precautions."

Sighing, he moved to her side and took her hand in his. "It's just that I'm bothered about that bruise behind yer back. It looks vicious. I ken bruising looks a lot worse than it is, but I cannae help but wonder if the baby has been harmed when ye banged yer behind on those shelving units after Jack pushed ye. I'm concerned about any delayed complications. Or if the doctor in London overlooked something."

She squeezed his hand. "Your worries are valid, Jamie. The odds of miscarriage or complications might be highest in the first trimester, but I haven't had any issues." She shrugged. "Oh, well, except for the tiny spotting last night. I'm sure everything's fine. Try not to worry."

Easier said than done, Jamie thought. How could Claire sit there looking so calm? Now that she's pregnant, the world was suddenly full of threats: unpasteurised juice and dairy, soft cheeses that she loved so much, fish high in mercury, saunas and hot tubs, secondhand smoke, changing Adso's litterbox. Not to mention aunt Jocasta's bloody stories of baby-abducting fairies. He really needed to stop reading too much pregnancy information; otherwise, he'd go insane.

Claire gave him a look that said she could tell he was overthinking things.

He promptly kissed her on the lips. "Aye, I guess ye're right," he conceded. "I'm sorry for over-reacting."

The door suddenly opened, and in walked a friendly-looking middle-aged female doctor. "Hello, Claire! Dr Fiona Innes. How are we feeling today?"

"I'm good, just a bit nervous about the spotting," Claire breathed.

"Understandably." Then the doctor turned to Jamie. "And ye're..."

"James Fraser. The one who got her up the duff," he replied, taking the doctor's outstretched hand and giving it a firm shake.

"Jamie!" Claire gasped, her face crimsoning profusely.

The doctor laughed. "Hah! I like that! A good sense of humour will get ye through anything." She dragged the ultrasound monitor closer to the exam table and pulled up a stool. "So, let's get started so we can put both yer mind at ease, shall we?" She proceeded to put gloves on and prepare the probe that Jamie had the unfortunate luck of knowing already what it was for. "Now, Claire, I want ye to lie back and place yer feet in the stirrups."

Claire did as she was told while Jamie helped her ease down. He winced when he heard the sound of latex snapping over the probe. He looked away and took Claire's hand in his.

"Is this your first ultrasound visit, Mr Fraser?"

He glanced over his shoulder, thinking the doctor must have noticed the strain on his face. "Aye and no."

Dr Innes arched an eyebrow.

Jamie pointed at the probe and tried not to grimace. "I've seen a doctor used that thing on her when she was hospitalised a few weeks ago. I hadn't known what was going on then, so I walked away and let them get on with it."

"I see." The doctor refocused her attention back to Claire. "Now relax for me and big deep breaths," Dr Innes advised as she put lubricating gel on the blunt tip of the probe. "This will be a tad bit uncomfortable."

Claire shut her eyes and took a deep breath while Jamie whispered all sorts of nonsense in her ear. When her grip clenched into a tight vice, he pressed his lips on the top of her head.

A few seconds passed, and that's when he heard it. He stilled. It was loud, clear and steady. The unmistakable sound of a heartbeat coming from the monitor. It was their baby's. He let out a sharp exhale, realising he'd discovered something powerful in the tiny, vulnerable life form growing in Claire's womb.

His ma once said that the heartbeat was the first music that a child heard and that every bairn was born knowing the rhythm of their mother's song. To Jamie, this was the sound of their child's soul, the unspoken words already speaking volumes. It was as if it was saying, I'm alive and well, can you hear me?

"Weel, that sounds like a strong and healthy heartbeat there," Dr Innes remarked. "See right there?" Jamie and Claire stirred in their positions to take a better look at where the doctor was pointing. "That's yer baby."

Releasing Claire's hand, Jamie stepped closer to the monitor and tipped his head to the side, adjusting his eyes to discern the grainy image on the monitor. When he finally figured out the shape, mixed emotions began to bombard him in all directions. He felt the complexity of love at seeing a piece of himself and Claire on the screen, inspiring fierce protective instinct to kindle within him. Words like elation, joy and sobering responsibility were too meagre terms and did not give justice in describing how visceral all his emotions were.

"T-that ..." Jamie pointed an index finger at the image, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Is that a ..."

"It's not what ye think, Mr Fraser. That's the foot," Dr Innes responded briskly. She shifted the probe at a different angle to capture another image. "As far as I can see, everything seems to be in perfect working order. I can safely say ye have a healthy, strong baby, so ye can both rest easy."

Jamie continued to stare at the monitor, still trying to wrap the idea of impending fatherhood around his head. "The baby is no' missing any parts, is it?"

"The baby has everything it should have at this stage of the pregnancy," the doctor replied, amused. "Though I think we'll need another few weeks to be able to tell the gender."

"Thank you so much, doctor," Claire said gratefully, pushing herself upright. "We were worried about the spotting and thought it might have had to do with the stress and trauma of what happened last weekend. It was mad, really. I nearly got abducted and had a gun pointed at me."

The doctor threw the probe's latex into the waste and began peeling off her gloves, seemingly unaffected by what Claire had just revealed, making Jamie think physicians were used to hearing such stories. The doctor gave them both an understanding look. "Having a gun pointed at ye is quite jarring, so I understand why ye're both concerned. So how are ye coping mentally?"

"I try not to dwell on it and carry on as usual," Claire shrugged. "So far, I'm dealing with it fine."

The doctor looked at Claire curiously, her expression full of empathy. "Sometimes ignoring it isn't as cut and dried as you think. Try and get some counselling. Ye're going to deal enough with all the hormones impacting yer physiological, physical and mental well being. This is the time to be enjoying this exciting time in yer life, so counselling is just taking a precautionary step to ensure you are in a good place and prepared for what the next few months will throw at ye."

Jamie locked eyes with Claire, and a silent agreement passed between them. They both understood the impact of a traumatising experience, and he wanted to take the doctor's advice on board.

"I'll make sure she and the baby are well taken care of," he reassured the doctor, patting Claire's thigh.

"I'm sure ye will," the doctor smiled, pressing buttons on the monitor.

"Let's just hope he won't go over the top," Claire added. "He has a tendency to do that."

The doctor pulled out copies of ultrasound images from the printer and glanced up at Jamie. "I can understand the need to protect, but just bear in mind, us women are more resilient and stronger than we look," she pointed out. "And pregnant women aren't as frail as society perceives them to be."

Jamie laughed. "There's no question about that. After all, my wife-to-be here achieved what twenty-four specialist firearms officers could not."

"Oh?" Dr Innes looked surprised. "And what was that?"

"She single-handedly took down a maximum-security prisoner escapee, helped led the police to his psychopathic accomplice and in the process saved an innocent mistakenly imprisoned," Jamie explained. "I ken it was a foolish move with her being pregnant and all ..."

"It might have been foolish, but I happen to believe Claire's response is inherent in all mothers and mothers-to-be, and it's something almost impossible for the human brain to override."

"Och, aye?"

"It's called maternal instinct, Mr Fraser, and it's as old as life itself." Dr Innes got up and handed him an envelope containing the ultrasound images. "So woe to anyone who dares a mother-to-be or new mother harm because they're utterly more ferocious than any man wielding a gun when it comes to defending their nest." She looked between him and Claire and smiled. "Anyway, congratulations to you both on your coming parenthood." Then she faced Jamie and patted him on the shoulder. "And as for ye, congratulations on yer newly acquired bodyguard. Ye can sleep well tonight."

..........

Jamie walked in and placed the last of their shopping bags onto the kitchen counter. "Is there anything else ye need, Sassenach, before I go?"

Claire felt him approach and busied herself, placing apples in a large bowl and then lemons in another. "Umm ...I think I have everything I need." She felt his eyes boring into her back but tried her best not to get distracted. "Shall I make a sandwich to take with you?"

"No, I'm no' hungry."

"Oh, alright ...I guess I shall see you later then."

"I have a few minutes to spare. Want to talk?"

"Talk about what?"

"What ye're feeling. Ye haven't said much all morning ...since we left the clinic. And ye hardly talked to me while we went food shopping."

She took out a knife and honing steel from a drawer and went through the motion of sharpening the blade. "Oh ...I guess I must have been preoccupied with my mental to-do list. That's all."

A long silence ensued, and after what felt like an eternity, he let out an exasperated sigh. "Sassenach, can ye stop what ye're doing for a minute and look at me?"

Hot tears suddenly settled behind her eyes, but she fiercely blinked them back and breathed deeply, swallowing down conflicting emotions and refusing to let them fall. She didn't want to be the type of woman who cried at the littlest and inconsequential thing. She'd never been a crier before, and she wasn't about to become one if she could help it.

"I'm busy, Jamie."

"Please."

Bracing herself, she placed down her utensils and faced him. "What is it?"

"This ..." Jamie waved his hand at the shopping bags on the counter. "I ken what this is. Ye havenae sat still ever since we came back from our trip. Ye've decluttered our bedroom and cleaned out all the kitchen cupboards. And now an afternoon tea party? I ken what ye're doing. Ye're keeping yersel' busy to forget what happened in London instead of talking about it."

"No." She shook her head. "It's not that."

Jamie impatiently rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. "Weel, what is up with ye then?"

"Hormones."

"Hormones," Jamie echoed. "Why did you no' just say so?"

She felt her face heat up. "I don't know. Maybe I didn't know it at the time. Or perhaps, because it all seems so silly that I'm getting all worked up for nothing."

Jamie stepped closer and braced her cheeks with both hands, a calloused thumb tenderly swiping her lower lip. "Listen to me very carefully. Whatever ye're feeling or going through, hormonal or not, is never silly. Everything ye have to say is important to me. Trust me on that. I always want to know if something is bothering ye and be able to help ye fix it. Yer body is going through many changes, and it's normal yer emotions are all over the place. So no more self-deprecating thoughts about yer feelings. Am I making myself clear?"

She pursed her lips and nodded, tamping down the urge to cry.

"Very well then, tell me what's going through that mind of yers. At least we can clear the air between us before I go, and my whole family comes and start noticing that something isnae right. Today is supposed to be a celebration of our baby. I dinnae want anything to ruin this day in as much as I think we should delay this for another time."

"Fine." She shut her eyes to search for the right words, but no matter how she formulated them in her head, it didn't sound right. Saying it out loud would only make her appear pathetic. But there was no way around it once Jamie set his mind in extracting something from her.

"Sassenach?"

Her eyes flew open. "Yes?"

"Yer face is getting redder by the second. I'm beginning to worry."

"Very well, if you must know ..." She blew out a breath. "You haven't touched me since that night in London, that's what," she blurted out. "I feel like you're avoiding me. Every time it was time for us to go to bed, you always had some excuse, like you haven't walked the dog or you need to check the emails." Unable to hold it back any longer, she suddenly burst out crying. "I know it's hormones talking, and I'm acting silly. But I can't help but feel the way I feel because I'm hormonal and horny. That's why I'm keeping myself busy, so I will not overthink things. Because if I did, I'd start believing you don't want me anymore, even if logic says it's not true. Happy now?"

He blinked rapidly as if his brain was short-circuiting.

"Yeah, just the reaction I knew I was going to get. See what I mean when I said I was acting silly?"

"No," he groaned out loud. "Sweet baby Jesus! Ye cannae say things like horny when I have to go."

Claire slapped Jamie on the chest. "Jamie! You wanted to know what was wrong! Now that I've said it, you can't blame me for it!"

"Cancel the tea party, and I'll tell Willie I'll be late!"

"No!"

"Why no'?"

"Because!"

With a deep groan, he grabbed her neck from behind and gave her a hard kiss. There was nothing tender or playful about it, just a desperate act of trying to get his fill. He let out a frustrated moan as his tongue swept in her mouth, and a hand cupped her breast, his arousal hard and thick against her belly, letting her know how much he wanted her. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both gasping for air. He pressed their foreheads together, breathing harshly into her face. "How could ye think, even in yer hormonal state, I dinnae want ye any more? Damn it, Sassenach, I've been aching for ye these past few days."

"Then why didn't you touch me?"

He shook his head as he attempted to even his breath. "That night in London, after I took ye back to the hotel, I wanted to bury myself deep inside ye so I could remind myself that ye're really alive and back in my arms. But when I saw that bruising behind yer back and knowing what ye've just been through in yer pregnant state, I thought if I took ye right there and then, I might cause ye irreparable damage, physically and psychologically. I wanted to make sure ye're properly healed first and that our baby was safe. God, all those nights I was away from our bed, I've been doing push-ups to release all those pent-up frustrations of not being able to make love to ye."

"So you did want me all along ..."

He tapped her nose. "Aye, ye silly goose."

"Oh Jamie," she sighed. "You still don't get it, do you?" She placed a hand against his face and smiled for the first time that morning.

"Get what?" he asked, looking suddenly confused.

"You should know by now, lovemaking is the best stress reliever. I thought you knew that."

"Weel ..."

"Remember the times when you were all worked up and conflicted, and how much better you felt after sex?" When he nodded, she pressed on. "Whenever you and I have sex, whether it's fast, hard, long or a quickie, it always came from a place of love. And we've talked about this before ...love heals. The most wonderful thing about our lovemaking, it puts us in that intimate space where we can better connect, heal, open us to those hard conversations, helping us in the process to find closure and release. If sex worked for you to ease your stress, why should it be any different for me? I needed you most after that horrendous night, Jamie. I needed your body to ground me. But I understand now why you didn't touch me that night."

Jamie stared at the ceiling and sighed before looking at her with a mixture of wonderment and torment. He let out a pained laugh. "Weel, right now, I'm under a lot of stress and pressure." He took her hand and placed it on his bulging arousal to make a point. "How about we continue this in the bedroom and let off some steam? I'm stressed, and ye're horny. Ideal combo! Ye can use my body anyway ye want."

Claire clucked her tongue and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Oh, no, you don't, you sneaky, Scot! You're running late as it is." She placed both hands on his chest and began pushing him out of the kitchen. "How about you let me get on with food preparation, and you finish what you need to do so you can come home as soon as you can in time for the tea party?" she proposed.

"How about my stress levels?" he grumbled.

"Your stress levels are fine!" She turned him around and smacked him on the bum. "Now go. Mrs Fitz will be here any minute to bring the Battenberg cake I ordered."

At the mention of Mrs Fitz, Jamie didn't need any more prodding. He gave her another quick kiss and left the cottage, muttering something about getting a new house before slamming the door behind him.

..........

The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed by quick, and something in Claire lightened even though she was a nervous wreck hosting her first traditional English tea party.

She looked at the kitchen counter laden with several tiered plates displaying the delicacies she'd meticulously prepared. She was ready, and everything looked perfect.

She'd made four different tea sandwiches to be on the safe side: pear and stilton, cucumber and cream cheese, egg salad, and smoked salmon and dill. And then there were scones, lemon curd tartlets, fruit tarts, and shortbread and Linzer cookies she was looking forward to gorge on. On the other end of the counter were Mrs Fitz's Battenberg cake and Claire's pièce de résistance, Victoria's sponge filled with jam, berries and double cream. Her teabox was neatly packed with Darjeeling, Earl Grey, and Assam, and the pitchers of lavender and elderflower lemonade were cooling nicely in the fridge.

Perfection!

She was about to wash the sink when she heard a rap on the window. She looked up and saw Jenny waving at her. Letting her in through the kitchen back door, she was surprised to see her carrying a stack of real estate pamphlets and magazines with its pages tabbed with colourful sticky notes.

"Jen! What's all that?"

Jenny shrugged. "Weel, after what happened to ye in London and with everything going on at the moment, I thought I'd make yer life easier." She plonked down her load on a nearby stool and picked up a magazine, leafing through the pages. "I heard from Willie ye and Jamie are looking for a bigger place. So I decided to grab all these. It has listings of every available property for sale in the surrounding area. Ma and I saved the pages we thought ye and Jamie might like."

"Oh, Jen!" Claire gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.

Jenny waved a hand. "Think nothing of it!"

Feeling emotional, Claire gave Jenny a big hug. "That's very thoughtful of you. Thank you so much." When she finally broke away from their embrace, she noticed deep furrows on Jenny's forehead. "Jen? What's wrong?"

Jenny's usually brilliant blue eyes suddenly looked serious as they landed on the bruising on her cheek. "Does that still hurt?"

Claire touched her cheek. "Oh, this? No, not at all. It looks worse than it is. Poor Jamie getting all these weird looks when we're out and about. He was even accused by some granny of being an abuser. I can understand why but I had to step in and explain to the old dear."

Jenny wrung her hands and gave her a small smile. "Actually, I -I came early because I wanted to talk with ye. Just us two."

"Oh, do you want a drink first?" Claire offered, jerking a thumb in the direction of the fridge. "I have some lemonade ..."

"No! Please! I need to get this out before anything else."

Claire nodded. "Alright then, I'm all ears."

"I-I want to apologise for ..." Jenny's chin crumpled, seemingly attempting to blink back her tears. " ...for what happened to ye in London."

"Wot? Oh, Jen! Why are you apologising? That wasn't your fault."

Jenny raised a hand, which told Claire to let her talk. "It was in some ways my fault, Claire. Geneva was my friend, and I tried to push Jamie and her together. I shouldn't have told her last year there was a vacancy in the village, and then she wouldn't have come back and pursued her interest in my brother. I honestly had no idea she was capable of such horrid deeds. If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken her into my circle of friends and family."

Claire shook her head. "No one could have known, and no one knew. Even her work colleagues and peers were shocked when they found out what she's done. She's a master manipulator, Jen, and she probably manipulated you too under the guise of friendship."

"Still ..." Jenny insisted. "If it wasn't for my meddling ..."

"Stop right there!" Claire wagged a finger at Jenny. "We've locked horns on the subject before and moved on from that already. Alright? Past is past. We all make mistakes. The most important thing is we learn from it. So no more mention of Geneva."

This time Jenny's smile reached her eyes. "Fine! Just dinnae tell Jamie we talked about this."

"Whyever not?"

"Jamie has given everyone in the family strict orders, not to mention about London today."

"Really?"

Jenny nodded. "He didn't want to ruin today's celebration rehashing what happened. Unfortunately, I had to in order for me to apologise, but enough of that now." She clapped her hands. "So, how about that drink. I'm parched." She whirled around and stopped, her eyes widening when she saw the spread Claire had prepared. Walking over to the kitchen counter, she took in everything with a smile. "Goodness, did ye make all these?"

Claire smiled with pride. "I did. Except for the Battenberg cake. Mrs Fitz made it."

"Ye said, ye didnae know how to bake," Jenny said almost begrudgingly.

"Now I do, thanks to the wifey Bootcamp I attended, also known as Mrs Fitz's kitchen."

"These all look scrumptious. It's been ages since I had a proper English afternoon tea." Jenny glanced up at her and grinned. "So, what are we celebrating?"

Claire nearly blurted out the baby news, but she quickly caught herself. Sliding an arm around her soon-to-be sister-in-law, she walked Jenny to the end of the counter to show her the sponge cake. "Today, we're celebrating love, friends and family."

Jenny poked a finger into the clotted cream and licked. "I like the sound of that. That'll always be a perfect excuse for a celebration or a proper afternoon tea party."

Claire smiled. "I couldn't agree more, Jen. I couldn't agree more."

..........

Jamie came home from work and noticed all the sandwiches, tarts and cakes laid out on the kitchen counter. He was mildly astonished that Claire had been able to prepare so much in the nick of time. He glanced out the window and spied her and Jenny in the garden, busily arranging tablecloths on the long wooden table. Looking at his watch, he realised he had about fifteen minutes to get ready before their friends and family started arriving.

But first things first.

Stepping out into the backyard, he snuck behind Claire and wrapped his arms around her waist, planting a soft kiss on her neck. "Mmm, ye smell of berries, lemon and lavender," he whispered, running his lips on her bare skin and ignoring Jenny's mumbling about getting a room.

Claire turned in his hold and smiled up at him. "And you reek, mister. You won't be served tea smelling like that."

"Fancy a shower with me then?" he suggested, feeling mischievous. "Jen's here to look out for guests."

"Nice try, but I had a shower already, and Jen is our guest today."

He leaned down and nibbled her earlobe, making her squeal.

"Jamie, you're going to get my dress dirty. Oh, fiddlesticks ..." She suddenly stilled mid-laughter and made a face, her hand covering her nose. "Urgh ...what's that smell?"

Jamie let her go and took a whiff of his shirt. "Oh, it's just a bit of wood stain I was working with. It'll come off in a wash."

Her face suddenly turned pale. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick. Tell Jen I'll be right back ...and you ...you go have a shower before your parents arrive." With that, she spun around and ran back to the cottage.

Stunned, he watched her disappearing form and whistled under his breath. "What just happened?" he muttered, even though he knew the answer had to do with the dreaded pregnancy sickness. She'd been doing so well so far he almost thought morning sickness was nothing but a myth, even though Claire had revealed, she couldn't stand the smell of aniseed, star anise, fennel, and liquorice.

"Maybe, she's pregnant and suffering from sickness?" Jenny replied, walking past him with an armful of wildflowers to put into the empty vases dotted on the wooden table.

He hadn't realised Jenny had returned from wherever she'd disappeared to. He needed to be careful not to reveal their baby news too soon, or the surprise would be ruined. Jenny was simply someone who couldn't keep a secret.

"Ach, I should have known chemical smells always make her nauseous," he explained, not wanting to give too much away to his perceptive sister.

Jenny twitched her lips from side to side as she trimmed the bouquet's stems with pruning shears. "Aye, that will be right!" she smirked.

He glared at his sister. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged and gave him a knowing look. "Nothing! Now go have a shower, and I'll take care of things here until Claire feels better."

Jamie was about to say more when he heard the sound of a car parking in the driveway. As Jenny made a move to take a look, he quickly made a beeline back to the cottage before anyone saw him, hoping Claire had already recovered from her bout of sickness.

..........

Jamie leaned back on his chair and glanced around. It was a perfect summer late afternoon, and everyone seemed to be having a great time and enjoying the food Claire had prepared. The sun warmed his face and bathed the garden in dazzling light, making the different shades of green and the profusion of wildflowers more vibrant and alive. The chatter was lively, and funnily enough, no one complained about the lack of alcohol which was highly unusual for a gathering in Scotland. But, he suspected his godfather must have a flask of whisky or something similar tucked away somewhere as he was getting louder and more boisterous as time went by.

He took Claire's hand in his, and she turned his way and smiled. Her face looked pale, but there was an aura of tranquillity radiating from her that told him she was happy and content. Though her plate was full of food, it remained untouched, and if anyone had noticed, no one said anything. "How are ye feeling, Sassenach?"

She took a huge deep breath, held it in for a few seconds and then relaxed. "I'm fine," she sighed. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"

He knew she was valiantly fighting back the sickness that must be creating havoc in her body but was too stubborn to give in to it. "Shall we tell them about the surprise so you can finally have a rest?" he suggested in a low voice, so no one would hear. "It cannae be comfortable sitting here when ye feel so unwell."

She shook her head as she gulped in more air. "I want to wait for uncle Lamb. He'll be here soon."

Quentin's plane from Athens should have arrived four hours ago but was delayed because of some mechanical issues. Jamie hoped for Claire's sake Quentin was on his way and wasn't dilly-dallying somewhere, like planning a grand entrance. Jamie kissed her cheek, hoping to sweet talk her to giving up this charade of wellness. "I'm pretty sure ye're uncle will understand once he finds out about yer condition."

"I know," Claire murmured. "But I want today to be perfect and complete. I want to see uncle Lamb's face when we announce it."

"But it's already perfect."

"Not without uncle Lamb."

Jamie prayed for patience and tamped down the urge to haul this beautiful but infuriating woman in his arms and carry her to bed. He squeezed her hand and yielded to her request, knowing this get-together was important to her. "Whatever ye say, Sassenach. Just let me know if ye need anything."

"I will," she replied between sharp intakes of breath.

Jamie decided not to press anymore. He knew this was one battle he couldn't win without creating a scene in front of their friends and family. But if Claire thought she was pulling this act off, Jamie was convinced, his perceptive family had already caught on with what was passing. Claire was a terrible actress, and she couldn't even lie to save her life.

Fortunately, their intimate tea party was animated and loud, and it diverted the attention from Claire. Directly opposite them, Tom and Willie were discussing the merits of owning a mini campervan for spontaneous weekend trips around the Highlands. On one end of the table, Murtagh passionately ranted and raved to Brian and uncle Duncan about the Tories and how SNP was the solution to Scotland's political future. Next to Claire, Annalise showed Ellen and aunt Jocasta how to work the Instagram app while Jenny, Mary and Geillis cackled over some celebrity gossip they've probably read somewhere. Grannie Annie had meanwhile fallen asleep in her seat with Adso in her lap and Rollo at her feet. At the far end of the garden, Finlay, Geillis' boyfriend and Ian were having a go at playing badminton but kept hitting the shuttlecock over the hedge to both their frustration.

Though Jamie was happy the tea party had gone as planned, he couldn't relax, too worried about Claire predicament. If it got to the stage where Claire lost any more colour to her face, he was sure no one would be able to blame him for whatever course of action he would take next.

"Right, does anyone want some fresh cuppa?" Claire suddenly announced, getting up from her seat.

Annalise immediately jumped to her feet. "I can do that."

Willie got up too. "I'll put the kettle on."

"I'll clear up the empty dishes," Geillis offered, already grabbing an empty tiered plate stand. "We dinnae want this stunning antique piece being knocked over, now do we?"

Ellen reached over to Claire from her seat and patted her hand. "Everything was lovely, dear. I couldnae decide which was my favourite. And that lavender lemonade was refreshing."

"Aye," Murtagh piped in as he got up and sat directly opposite Claire. "I bet it will taste even better with gin or vodka."

Brian frowned at Murtagh. "The lavender lemonade tastes good as it is. There's nae need to spoil it with alcohol. Besides, it's good for ye to give yer poor liver a wee break. If ye're no' careful, yer gene pool will soon have a swim-up bar."

"I dinnae drink that much," Murtagh grumbled.

"Aye ye do," Aunt Jocasta pointed out. "Dinnae think for one minute I didnae notice ye've been spiking yer tea."

Before Murtagh could retort, Geillis came back in time with a steaming mug and placed it in front of Claire.

"Ooh, what's this?" Claire asked, looking into her drink.

"It's ginger and turmeric tea," Geillis declared. "It's good for ye. I brought it with me from Glasgow. It's organic, and thought ye might like it."

Jamie couldn't help but smile to himself. He knew ginger tea or any form of ginger were effective in reducing nausea. Claire probably knew too because her eyes lit up and gave Geillis an appreciative nod. If he wasn't a hundred per cent certain earlier, everyone knew about Claire's condition, now he's more convinced than ever they were playing along. Jamie appreciated the gesture, but this had gone on too far. Where the bloody hell is Quentin?

"I'm back!" boomed a voice, waking grannie Annie up. It was as if Jamie's thoughts had conjured Claire's uncle from thin air, and there he was making a grand entrance as Jamie had expected. "I hope there are some leftovers. I'm famished."

Claire laughed, twisting around on her seat to watch her uncle approaching. Ellen got up and started plating some food for Quentin.

"There's plenty of leftovers," Annalise assured as she placed another platter of sandwiches on the table. "Claire made enough for the entire village."

Quentin gave Claire a quick kiss on the forehead before greeting the rest of the party, who'd gathered back around the table. "Sorry for the delay," he apologised, finally taking a seat next to Claire. "Our plane was stuck on the tarmac without any air conditioning. We had no choice but to sit there and stew in the heat while the engineers fixed the plane."

"Well, I'm glad you're here now," Claire said, looking adoringly at her uncle.

Quentin stared at the bruising on her cheek. "I don't like the look of that. It looks ..."

Sounds of several throats clearing ensued, a signal to Quentin not to pursue the London topic any further.

"Very well," Quentin nodded in understanding. "I'm glad too that I'm here."

Claire smiled. "Alrighty, so now that everyone's here, Jamie and I have an announcement to ..."

"Hold that thought, sweetheart," Quentin interrupted as he bent down to retrieve the holdall he'd placed at his feet. "I brought a souvenir."

Jamie bit his tongue at the interruption.

"I hope it's not another ceramic plate," Claire groaned, unaware of Jamie's frustration.

"No. I got something better." Quentin waggled his bushy eyebrows as he unzipped his bag and proceeded to rummage through its contents. "Wait for it! Wait for it!" Suddenly he yanked out a bottle and held it up for everyone to see. "I got Ouzo!" he announced with satisfaction.

"Yesss, ya beauty!" Murtagh cheered happily, banging a hand on the table. "I love Ouzo."

Aunt Jocasta scowled at Murtagh. "Ye like anything alcoholic. Ye'll drink Listerine if it was placed in front of ye."

"What's Ouzo?" Claire asked as she stared curiously at the offering. "I mean, I've heard of it before, but I've forgotten what it is."

Jamie was about to fill in the information and tell her she wouldn't be able to stand the smell of it when Quentin expertly uncapped the bottle and held it under Claire's nose. Oblivious to Jamie's hitch of breath, Claire pressed her nose closer to the opening of the bottle to take a better whiff. Ah, shite!

"It's an anise flavoured liquor," Quentin described. "Mostly served as an aperitif in Greece.."

Jamie watched in awe as Claire's head jerked back and her face contorted when her senses registered the smell, and a low, gurgling sound came from deep down in her belly. He winced, half expecting any moment now a horrific scene of projectile vomiting, and the recipient would be none other than his godfather sat opposite her. But Claire jumped to her feet, startling everyone, and her hand immediately clapped over her mouth, golden eyes bright and tearing up. Quick thinking Jenny, grabbed a sprig of mint she'd put in the vase, macerated it in her hands and offered it to Claire. Everyone gasped and watched in fascination as Claire took the green leaves and stuffed her mouth with them, and began to chew, jaws working overtime, reminding Jamie of a cow feeding in the fields. Nobody said a word, waiting for the next scene to unfold or for someone to offer an explanation.

Swallowing audibly, Claire finally untensed and slumped back down to a loud hearty burp. And as if nothing had happened, she calmly drank a good measure of her ginger tea, put the mug down and then smiled. "Sorry about that. So where were we again?"

Eyes bulging almost out of his head, Quentin sputtered before he managed to string a coherent sentence together. "W-What the bloody hell was that? Was that some kind of weird side effects from what happened in London that I have no idea of?"

Claire looked at Jamie, looking suddenly exhausted. "Can you please tell them?"

"Tell me what?" Quentin bristled.

Jamie dropped his head on his folded arms resting on the table and allowed it to bounce once. Twice. Thrice. God must have taken pity of him because when he glanced up, everyone shouted in chorus. "Claire and Jamie are having a baby!"

Dear Readers,

Thank you all for the response and feedback I received for my previous chapter. I know it got a bit crazy; therefore, today's update is more subdued to allow everyone's breathing to go back to normal. Nevertheless, I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much I've enjoyed writing it for you.

Anyway, I hope you're all keeping safe and taking care of yourself and mostly taking the time to enjoy the last days of summer. Keep up the good vibes and be well. X

#melodyheart #wonderwall #savethedate #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp/jamie fraser #outlanderfanfic

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You Are Not Alone (Rupert Price with implied Stickprice)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask on my tumblr by Mourningmad, they asked what would happen if Henry stumbles upon a drunk Rupert. And after answering the question, my mind immediately came up with an idea. Thus, this story was born!

Rupert was in Brody's bar having a drink, he doesn't usually drink but sometimes he needs to drink to forget all of his problems. Usually when problems arise up in him, he smokes but this time, he didn't feel like smoking. He took a shot and he set the glass down, he then glanced down at the wooden table. He exhaled a sharp breath as he put a hand to his head.

He shouldn't be drinking tonight cause the General had work for him to do the next day, but he didn't care. He needed an escape for his troubles and dark, troubled past. Lately, he's been getting flashbacks from his childhood and he was not happy in the slightest. Memories of his dad hitting him, verbally abusing him, emotionally abusing him, and telling him he's a waste of space.

Ever since his mom abandoned him and leaving him with his dad, his life has been a living hell. And it didn't help by a certain Stickmin coming into his life, Henry Stickmin was the bane of his existing. He first encounter Henry Stickmin back when he was still a police officer, when Henry was caught, it made Rupert's life more worse. Rupert drowned another shot as Brody came over to pour him another shot, Rupert thanked him and Brody went back to the bar.

Rupert felt a headache coming in as he buried his face in his arms, he hated feeling like this. Why did he have to suffer? Who did he piss off in another life? Who's idea was it for him to get kicked down? Just then, the door to the a bar was open and someone walked past him to the bar area. The person sat on one of the stools, he asked Brody for a glass of tea.

Brody gave the person the tea, "Here you go, Henry." Brody said happily.

"Thanks, Brody." Henry replied as he grab the tea and drank it.

Rupert stiffen when he heard Henry talking to Brody, he lifted his head to glanced at Henry whom was drinking his tea peacefully. He saw Henry put his tea down as he started talking to Brody, Body replied back to him. Rupert watched them as they kept talking, he noticed Henry wasn't using sign language. Rupert only seen him using sign language cause he has selective mutism, he only talks to certain people.

Then Rupert saw Brody started flirting with Henry, Rupert never expected that. Henry's face was red as he politely turned Brody down, Rupert was oddly surprised at that for some reason. Henry drank the tea silently as Brody went to help the other customers, Rupert shook his head as he grumbled. Brody came over to him to our him another drink, Rupert stared at the drink as Henry looked over to him.

Henry's eyes widen when he saw Rupert drowned the shot, he rarely sees Rupert drinking. He only saw Rupert smoke, Henry himself never drank regularly but he only does it on special occasions. Henry wondered why Rupert was drinking, is there something wrong? Henry wanted to ask but he knew Rupert wouldn't tell him cause of their history, but...Rupert probably needed help at the moment. Henry got up from his seat and walked over to him, Rupert blinked when he saw Henry was now in front of him.

"What do ya what?" Rupert demanded as he slurred. "The last thing I want is to see yer."

Henry held up his hands as if to defend himself from Rupert, "Hey, I don't want to fight you." Henry replied. "I just want to talk."

"About what?"

"Your drinking."

Rupert stiffen when Henry told him about his drinking, he stared at Henry whom looked...concern for him. Why? Rupert has always treated Henry with disdain, and Henry always treated him with annoyance. So why is Henry acting all concern with him?

"Why are you drinking?" Henry asked softly. "You never drink."

Rupert glared at him, "None of your damn business, Stickmin." he snapped.

"I just want to help you..." Henry said as he used his voice.

Rupert blinked at him as he heard Henry's voice, now he was speaking to him with his voice then using sign language to communicate with him. Rupert's face was red as he felt the buzz of the alcohol seeping through his head, he kept staring at Henry whom looked at him with his sapphire eyes. Rupert didn't want to deal with him right now and he certainly didn't want to talk to him about his problems.

Rupert stood up quickly, startling Henry in the process. Rupert was about to walk away but felt light-headed, he was about to fall forward but didn't cause someone was holding him. Henry was holding Rupert as he was about to fall to the floor, Rupert was drunk and he was in no way in good shape to go back to the base. Henry decided to get him back to his apartment, he led Rupert out of the bar but before they left, Henry told Brody to put the drinks on his tab.

It was difficult getting back to Henry's apartment cause Henry had to drag Rupert's weight and Henry wasn't exactly the strongest guy in the military. They finally managed to get Henry's apartment but they still needed to get to the top floor, Henry finally got to his door with Rupert leaning against him. Henry got out his keys and was trying to unlock the door but Rupert's weight was making him almost fall to the floor.

"What does he eat?" Henry thought as he finally unlock his door. He led Rupert inside the apartment and put him on the couch.

Henry went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and pills for Rupert. He went over to Rupert whom was sitting up but was not looking up, he set the water and pills down on the coffee table in front of Rupert. He was about to go place a comforting hand on him when he felt a hand grab his wrist, Henry's eyes widen when he saw Rupert grabbing his wrist. Then Rupert threw a punch at him but he dodged it, he tried to get out of Rupert's grip but he was too strong.

Henry dodged Rupert's punches as he saw Rupert kept throwing them, he then was throw against a wall as Rupert stood in front of him. Rupert kept Henry from escaping by holding his neck then he held up a fist, Henry saw this and instinctively covered his face with his arms to shield himself. He was trembling in fear as Rupert noticed his reaction, Rupert blinked at Henry.

His grip on Henry falter as he realized what he was about to do, Henry felt Rupert's grip was gone as he opened his eyes. He glanced at Rupert as he saw him trembling, then he saw Rupert fall to the floor as the sounds of sobbing filled the air. Henry didn't know what to do right now, he heard Rupert sobbing which he never seen or heard him do before. Henry was about to go leave him alone but...that's would be rude.

"Daddy...why didn't yer love me..." Rupert choked out, startling Henry. "What did I do wrong?"

Henry felt immense guilt as he slowly sat in front of Rupert, he saw Rupert was shaking as he continued sobbing. "I could've been good...if you haven't give me a chance..." Rupert finished but kept sobbing.

Henry couldn't take it anymore, he shot forward and wrapped his arms around Rupert. "Breathe, Thorn." Henry whispered softly as he hugged Rupert. "Breathe...just breathe."

Rupert did as he was told, he took deep breaths. After a few minutes later, Rupert ceased his sobbing. He was breathing heavily as he finally calmed down, he sighed as he glanced up at Henry. Henry saw Rupert's face and he did not look good, to be honest. His eyes were red, shadowed, his eyes were puffy, his face had dried tear streaks, and his hair was messy...well more messy than usual.

"Feel better?" Henry asked gently as he let go of Rupert and wiped some of Rupert's tears away from his eyes.

"No." Rupert sniffled as he felt Henry wiped away his tears.

"I figured it as much."

"Sorry, you have to hear that." Rupert apologized as he looked away from Henry.

Henry softly chuckled as he gently grabbed Rupert's chin, "Hey...you don't have to apologize for anything."

Rupert blushed as he mumbled, "But I almost hit you."

"Heh. It's not the first time Thorn."

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that to you. You were just trying to help me."

"I was...a little afraid but I knew you were just depressed." Henry admitted sheepishly.

"Ya..." Rupert replied.

There was an awkward silence after their exchange, they were still sitting close to each other. Henry then glanced at Rupert as he let go of his chin, Rupert still looked at him with his glossy eyes. "Hey...I know you don't want to talk about it right now..." Henry said softly. "But if you need to talk...I'm here."

Rupert blinked at him in surprise, his face still red. "Sure, Hen." he replied as he leaned towards Henry. "Thank you."

Henry's eyes widen when he felt Rupert's forehead on his forehead as he heard Rupert called him by his nickname. "You're welcome, Thorn." Henry said softly as he closed his eyes and so did Rupert.

The rest of night was peaceful for them.

A/N: I almost cried when writing this and now feel fuzzy inside.

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admiringlove · 3 years

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scent, coffee and turtlenecks.

+synopsis: hq boys and their scent, their coffee order and the turtlenecks they wear.

+genre: fluff lol; headcanons.

+characters: akaashi keiji, miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, sugawara kōshi.

+warnings: literally just fluff man, unless you cry because of cute stuff.

+author’s notes: inspired by @neonghxst on tumblr!! go check them out, they have a great blog and i love their writing <3

— AKAASHI KEIJI.

he smells like the first rain of the monsoon. the petrichor, the atmosphere, the sole comfort it brings you by being in his arms. it reminds you of being in the rain for the first time. his arms are firm when he embraces you, yet somehow he holds you as if you’re the most fragile thing in the universe. his scent is addicting; sometimes you never want to let go of him, and you fall asleep in his arms as he’s typing up an essay for literature. he’d smile down at you, pressing a loving peck to your forehead and carry you to bed. you’d sleepily mumble against him, “keiji you smell nice. cuddle me please” of course he doesn’t resist against it, because how can he? you look adorable. being in his arms are like being an elysian—pure heaven for your mortal heart.

definitely addicted to caffeine. but he’s one of those people that calculates up a schedule so he’s making sure the caffeine is working hundred-per-cent. he orders something strong in the mornings—like a hot vienna coffee in medium size and that’s it. no sugar, because this man likes his coffee bitter. and if he’s pulling all-nighters, then cold brew all the way. everyone at the café likes him a lot; his aesthetic and his orders match up perfectly(too bad he’s yours though).

man has a lot of turtlenecks. he’s the type of person that collects them in different colors. but not something too flashy, because he is simple and elegant. he has a range of grey’s and a few beiges, some pumpkin and whites and blacks. he even has blue(his closet is basically a color wheel of turtlenecks). to be honest, you don’t know how he fits so many clothes into his wardrobe. he basically is a autumn/fall wear model in making. it’s the season he gets the most compliments from strangers(because this man wears turtlenecks even in summer).

— MIYA ATSUMU.

smells like pine and sandalwood. his scent feels like home. whenever he finishes a game and wins, he’ll run to you(who’s in the stands) and he’ll engulf you first. the scent will overcome you, the crowd behind fading away as you feel like you’ve arrived home after a long trip and simply want to rest for a bit in the comfort of your own bed. the blond will throw you the dashiest smile in front of the public, but the softest one in private. nights with atsumu are filled with his homey scent on the couch, as you read to him and he falls asleep in your arms or your lap. you’d peck him, and he’d say, “yer sniffin’ me again, aren’t ya?” only to get poked in the eye by you after. “i don’t sniff you!” you’d yell at him as he falls onto the floor after you harshly get up and go to the bedroom, but he’d follow you and lay in bed with you and embrace you, the aroma coming over you again as he says “i know ya like my cologne, dummy. i like your scent too. c’mere so i can hug ya.”

his orders are neither too bitter nor too sweet. he probably is one of those people that tries everything on the menu first before deciding what he likes. he’ll later decide on a mocha latte with the slightest chocolate drizzle on top. he likes the small bitterness and the twist the chocolate brings to the drink. it’s steamy, and it makes his throat clear up. his heart rate slows down a smidge and he just sits there and sips on the drink till he’s calm, cool and collected. it’s a drink that makes his day better for sure. and for cold drinks, atsumu would go for an iced caramel macchiato. it just clicks with him for some reason.

he has a good collection. by this, i mean that he’s a king of knowing what looks good on him and what doesn’t. he knows what exactly to pick —whether it be a sleeveless olive green turtleneck, or a beige one with an overcoat. he’s cocky, and he knows he looks good. man is definitely a king of accessories and wears the proper amount of necklaces, rings, or whatever he thinks will go with his outfit. definitely winks at you when he catches you stare at him for too long and tells you to take a picture.

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

he smells like mahogany teakwood. it’s captivating and comforting at the same time. he wakes up before you in the mornings, so when you wake up, you’re immediately engulfed by this strong yet soothing scent. he’s holding you in his arms and stroking your hair ever-so-softly, and you let out a small whine which let him know that you’re about to wake up. and when you open your eyes, he throws you a softened smile that screams, “good morning” or “i love you” and a thousand diiferent affirmations at the same time. you run your fingers through his hair, looking up with one eye closed as he mumbles, “we have to get up for class”, and your nose scrunches at those words as you pull him closer and letting out a muffled, “i’d rather stay in bed with you for eternity”.

his order isn’t too bitter, but it’s enough to keep him awake. if he’s going for something cold, it’s going to be a dark roast cold brew with sweet-salted caramel cream. it’s a little bitter—but it manages to make him stay awake through the night to finish up an assignment or two. and if it’s a hot drink he prefers, then he definitely goes for an espresso macchiato. it makes him feel at home when you’re not there by his side.

he’s definitely the type of person that tries everything for fun. you’re laughing in the background as he pulls on a neon yellow turtleneck, the only problem is that he’s actually rocking it. he looks amazing even in the most craziest choice of clothing. although you always buy him many different shades of red(he has a lot of red in his closet—maroons, scarlets, pumpkins, you name it), he looks good in almost anything. he always makes you laugh by buying abnormal things then putting them on in front of you to check if it looks good or not—and most of the times, it does.

— SUGAWARA KŌSHI.

he smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. it reminds you of winter mornings, when the two of you used to go to high-school hand-in-hand with small to-go coffees that you’d have. suga is definitely the type to snuggle into you every chance he gets after getting to know that you like his scent. it’s cute to him, and he makes you feel comfortable. every time the two of you are alone, he will inch closer and closer to you, finding solace in the fact that just his presence makes your mood lighten up. he’ll hold his hand out in front of your mouth so you can press a kiss to his knuckles, he’ll kiss your forehead and get dangerously close to you(so close that you’re practically a tomato), and he’ll mutter, “hey, come here. i wanna hug you” as you stand there with a really big blush. you’ll mumble, “you smell nice, ko” and his confidence level just rises up by fifty percent.

he’s bougie. he gets a hazelnut bianco latte, just something about it reminds him of the same winter mornings he shared with you. the way you prayed at the temple for his well-being when he was sick, or the way he stayed in his bed for days and you were sitting next to him for most of that time. it’s an over the top and extra drink, but it makes him comfortable and gives him a sense of nostalgia. for a colder preference, he gets a pistachio frappuccino. it’s soft and delicate, and the taste is really elegant.

he prefers sweaters, but his go-to color is grey. suga would look good in almost anything, but he likes sweaters and woolen vests more than turtlenecks. although, if he has to choose a color to wear, then he’d choose grey(you name it, whether it be steel grey or a nice shade of pewter). he looks amazing in an abundance of shades of greys and even black—pair it with a scarf and dickies, and he looks like an angel on earth. you always compliment him, and he always ends up looking away while blushing like a high-school kid in love(well, you can’t blame him. he was one at some point).

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jamiemackenziefraser · 3 years

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All That Was Fair

Chapter 35: What Comes Next

Summary: The day after their reunion, Claire and Jamie begin to come to terms with what happened

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A/n: *Deep breath* Surprise! 🤗🤗 I’m back :))

More a/n: Hello.... it's me :) Remember these guys?

If you need a quick "previously on ATWF"... After discovering that Claire was cut off from her energy source on the human plane, Jamie sent her back through the stones and began to face life without her. Several weeks later, Claire miraculously appeared in his garden. By giving up her place among the fair folk, she had received an opal that connects her to the fair plane, allowing her to go back through the stones to the human realm and back to Jamie. And finally, there was the reunion and long awaited wedding night.

I've missed you all and I've missed writing these two precious bbs. Thank you so much for sticking around for these past two months!! Without further ado, let's begin with the intermediary chapters before arc III picks up!

Chapter 35: What Comes Next

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Jamie Fraser’s wife was perfect. Laying beside him in bed, her features relaxed in sleep and bathed in the soft morning light, Jamie couldn’t take his eyes off of her. His gaze trailed down, taking in the softness of her bare skin covered only by the sheet. Skin like pearl.

She was exquisite. The memories of the night before flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

It took all his willpower not to reach out and touch her. Claire was a light sleeper, and his touch would certainly wake her. But after all she had been through, Jamie couldn’t possibly have disturbed her rest. He would simply wait and content himself with the image before him of his wife… his wife… safe in bed beside him. Perfect. Even the simple rhythm of her breaths was music to his ears.

The heartache of the last few weeks seemed so distant. As if he was invincible and nothing could touch him. That was all in the past, and nothing could shake his contentment at present.

He would have happily stayed there and memorized every wrinkle and freckle and divot on her perfect face, but his bladder had other plans. Gingerly, Jamie slid himself out from under the sheet and off the bed before padding his way into the bathroom. He went about his business with the lazy contentment of someone who had all the time in the world.

His heart felt so full.

As he returned to the bedroom, he stretched out his arms, feeling his muscles ache with just the slightest amount of soreness. The gardening of the previous day felt like a lifetime ago. He sighed and let his eyelid close in a contented heavy blink.

He had just rounded the corner into the bedroom when the serenity shattered around him like a balloon popping.

The bed was entirely empty.

His heart leapt to his throat and panic brought the blood rushing to his ears.

Claire wouldn’t have left his bed. There was no way. She never rose before him, and especially after the separation, she would never have left without him. There was nothing for her to do in the house without him, no possible explanation....

His stomach lurched and bile rose in his throat.

The grief that had felt so distant crashed down around his ears in an all too familiar wave. He found himself staring once again into the darkness, and it stole his breath.

Staring at his bed, the sheets tangled only on one side and no imprint of Claire on the second pillow, the tears began.

His head was shaking back and forth without conscious decision.

Panic seemed to freeze his body and steal his mind. The only thought in his head was “gone. She’s gone.”

He couldn’t survive being alone again. He’d barely survived sending her back, and to have lost her so soon after getting her back... he would simply lay down and die.

His limbs wouldn’t move beyond the tremors that had started to travel through his muscles. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze from the room, its emptiness heavy and apparent. The perfection of Claire’s light was gone, leaving the world in monotone greys and blacks once again. That brokenness in the pit of his stomach...

Alone.

He whirled on his heel, his body suddenly bursting into action with the need to do something— anything to run from the debilitating chasm that lay in front of him— when he came face to face with a wide-eyed and startled Claire at the top of the steps.

The air was punched out of him, and immediately he was in front of her and crushing her to his chest. He squeezed her to him with enough force that it was probably extremely uncomfortable for her, but he couldn’t seem to stop. His lungs were hitched in panicked breaths as his hand found the back of her head and he pushed it against his chest, holding her safe against him.

She was there. Real and whole. In his arms.

Claire was quite apparently startled. She had only just brought her hands up to hug him in return and was beginning to slide them up and down in back in confused reassurance.

He buried his teary face in the top of her curls and let out a shaky exhale, trapping her even closer to him.

“Jamie?” came her muffled voice from against his chest.

He felt her body was tense with concern, and he had to force himself to calm the raging storm of emotion inside before he overwhelmed her. Her hands were flat on his back now, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was sensing his turmoil and worried out of her mind.

“I came back to find you gone, and I…”

“You thought you’d lost me again,” she whispered in understanding, sounding sympathetic without any judgement.

They were both quiet for a second, and she melted against him, allowing him to hold her close.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” she breathed, “I just woke up and you weren’t there, so I went downstairs to look for you.”

Jamie shook his head, his face brushing against her curls. “It wasna yer fault. I jes’ lost my mind for a minute,” he chuckled breathlessly. His fear betrayed him, causing his voice to tremor.

Claire drew back, and his knee-jerk reaction was to tense in alarm.

“Come here,” she said softly, taking his hand in hers.

She led him back into the bedroom and sat him down on the edge of the bed before joining him. Claire never once let go of his hand, and her thumb brushed across his knuckles as she looked into his eyes with a searching look.

“You didn’t lose your mind,” she said, voice thick with understanding, “these last few weeks… they must have been torture for you.”

She went quiet then, intentionally leaving space in the silence, and looked at him expectantly.

“It was,” Jamie breathed in barely a whisper, dreading sending his mind back to that dark place. But he knew he needed to get it out, and she knew it too. “I... “ he couldn’t continue as his voice caught in his throat. He swallowed and tried to start again. “I was alive, but I wasna living. I didna want to go on.”

She was trying to keep herself under control, but his words had sparked fear in her eyes. And rightly so.

“I didna hurt myself...” Jamie tried to allay her worry, “but I wanted to. I wished I could end it all sometimes....”

It was like he was standing in that darkness once again, facing down his loneliness with nothing more than the memory of her to keep him going.

Her free hand moved to stroke up and down his bicep. Warm and comforting. He took a breath.

“Losing you and continuin’ on… was the hardest thing I’d ever done…” Jamie said shakily, “and I dinna ken… when I came back to the room and ye werena there… it was like I was in that place all over again. I jes’...”

“I understand,” she said gently.

Her whisky eyes were soft and warm, inviting him into a place of safety. He felt himself crumble like some ancient wall, and his body slumped forward.

She was ready for him, opening her arms and bringing him close. His face pressed against her chest and his arms came around her waist to hold on tightly. He felt her hands hold his head against her for a second before they began to card through his curls.

He cried then, releasing the pent up emotion— the heartache of her loss, the fear of going through it again, and the overwhelming relief of her presence. He let it all out as his tears stained her dress.

All the while, Claire was whispering to him and pressing intermittent kisses to the top of his head.

“It’s alright,” she was breathing, “I’m here. We’re here. And I’m not going anywhere. Nothing could take me away from you now. Nothing.”

He found himself squeezing her tighter as he relished her closeness. The scent of her— like roses under the morning dew— filled his senses. It soothed him in a way words never could because it was such a concrete reminder of the reality of her.

Holding her close, he could dare to breathe. The wall he’d hastily rebuilt in those jarring few minutes where he had thought he’d lost her came down piece by piece. He listened to her heartbeat under his ear and focused on the feeling on her hands running through his hair with such gentleness.

She was with him. She was safe.

After a long while, when his tears dried in his eyes and the darkness had faded back into only memory where it had no power, he drew back.

To his surprise, when he straightened up, he found Claire’s eyes to be red-rimmed and tears leaking down her cheeks.

“Oh, mo nighean donn.” His heart broke into a million pieces, and this time, he was the one reaching out for her and pulling her against his embrace.

“I’m alright,” she said, but her voice was choked, “I'm okay.”

“You dinna have to be okay,” Jamie replied gently as he tightened his arms around her, “ye ken that?”

She was quiet for a while, seeming like she wasn’t ready to argue with him but also didn’t agree. So, she would need a little prodding…

“I wasna the only one who had tae face the world alone…”

Claire shook her head where he had it pressed against him. “But I had something to hold on to, hope for going back. I was on a mission.”

“That doesna mean ye werena sufferin’,” Jamie countered.

He felt her resolve weakening. Her tears were wetting his shirt collar and her hands were clutching his sides, betraying the truth of her hardship that she was holding inside herself.

“I was so scared,” she whispered after a long moment, “so scared that I wouldn’t be able to do it. That it would all be for nothing.”

He let her speak, stroking his hand over her curls and trying to keep his breathing steady.

“I thought sometimes… that I wouldn’t be strong enough. And that I would just lay down and never get up again and that would be better than spending another moment without you,” she finally said.

“You did do it, mo ghraidh,” Jamie responded, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotion, “thank Christ, you did it and you made it back.” It was a wash of relief to say those words, and he hoped Claire felt the same. Or at least that she could feel his relief.

She didn’t make a move, just quietly rested in his embrace.

Jamie couldn’t help but speak aloud the guilt that was weighing down his heart. “Your people…” he whispered, his voice low and barely audible, “ye lost your place and your people too. That isna a small matter.”

“No,” Claire whispered in agreement, and Jamie could feel her heartbreak in the tenseness of her body, “but I would make the same choice over and over again. I belong with you. I wanted to come back more than anything.”

“Aye,” he had to stop himself as his tongue seem to tie itself together in his mouth, “I ken we’re meant to be together. And I’m so incredibly grateful that ye’re here. I jes’... I dinna want ye to ignore the pain jes’ because you believe it was the right decision.”

She didn’t speak, but she nodded against his shoulder and her breath began to hitch in small sobs.

“That’s it, lass,” he gently coaxed, “Let it out. It’s alright.”

As she cried against him for all she’d lost— for good this time— Jamie allowed his own heart to break with hers. He wept for the pain she’d endured and the bravery she was showing. And he wept for himself too, and for those lost days of his life where he’d lived in despair.

But in the midst of their weeping, there was a sense of comfort. Jamie no longer cried alone, but with the love of his life wrapped in his arms.

Despite everything, they both had the promise that they would never be alone again.

After a long while, after her crying had slowed, his wife looked up at him, drawing back enough to fix her eyes— still glistening with tears— on him.

“We’re a mess, aren’t we?” she suddenly laughed, reaching up to wipe the moisture from Jamie's cheeks with both thumbs.

“Aye.”

He brought his own hands up to frame her face and went to work on clearing the tears tracks.

And there they sat, clinging to each other as if they might slip away at any moment. But they were together.

Alive, whole, safe, and together.

Where the darkness had no place.

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A/n: I wanted to greet you guys with some gratuitous fluff after the heartwrenching end to the first arc, but I couldn’t move on before exploring the trauma of the separation. We walked with Jamie through an intense period of grief, and it wouldn’t be right to move on without more closure and dealing with the repercussions for them both. This is by no means the end of their coming to terms with what happened, but it is a promise that they’re moving forward together. So now… how does some fluff next chapter sound, eh?

As always, thank you so much for reading, and an extra thank you for your patience and for sticking around!

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#why does it feel like I’m posting for the first time I’m that nervous #hope you enjoy!!#all that was fair #outlander fanfiction #claire x jamie #update #fae claire #outlander fanfic

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literaltrashforeverything · 3 years

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m. osamu | good enough

》 miya osamu x fem!reader

↠ warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), soft sex, mentions of insecurity, slight blood warning

↠ word count: 6,519

↠ a/n: Putting some of my works from Ao3 onto Tumblr so if you see this on Archive don’t be alarmed lmao. This is one of my personal favorite things I’ve written so I really hope it gets some attention :)

“They’d make such a perfect couple.”

“They’re both in love with volleyball and athletics, how could they not be in love?”

“He’d be perfect for her.”

“They’re like a match made in heaven.”

Osamu almost agreed to every word the people around him spoke. He listened with a forced smile as they babbled on about how perfect of a couple they’d make. He wasn’t really a part of the conversation, but they spoke so loudly that he could hear every word.

He wished he could suddenly go deaf the more and more they babbled on.

“What about the other one?”

“You mean his twin? Oh, no, that’d never work out.”

“Why not?”

“Well. . . he just opened that restaurant and that’s just not the type of guy that would be good for her.”

Osamu clenched his fists. They must not know he’s here, or at least that he’s able to hear them. Their families had always gossiped, even when they were three young children barely able to walk.

Why wasn’t he good enough for you? What made him any worse than Atsumu?

He didn’t really want an answer, but he still got one.

“You know. . . she needs to stay fit for volleyball. Besides, it’ll look better for her career if she’s with another volleyball player.”

“Osamu is pretty fit. He used to play volleyball.”

“I know but he’s just. . . well, with that new restaurant opened it’s only a matter of time before he’ll start gaining weight. Don’t you know how much that boy eats? He can’t keep all that weight away now that he’s out of volleyball.”

“I guess that’s true. . .”

Their words played on repeat in his head over and over every time he found himself in the gym, lifting weights. He panted, arms trembling a bit as he worked on bench presses. He was determined, and he refused to let himself gain the weight they said he would.

Atsumu stared down at his counterpart, one brow raised. He was spotting for him, but Osamu looked angry and he was paranoid it was his fault.

“What’s with that look, ‘Samu?” he asked.

“Nothin’. I don’t have a look,” snapped Osamu.

He knew it wasn’t fair to take it out on his brother. Atsumu never made any moves on you, not anything beyond the realm of being best friends. Atsumu was an idiot, sure, but he knew when his brother was in love with someone. He never mentioned it to Osamu, but they both knew. You were off limits to ‘Tsumu, and neither of them were sure if ‘Samu was ever going to gather the courage to make a move on the girl he’d loved since childhood.

Osamu’s biceps flexed as he pushed the weight up again. Atsumu was quick to recognize the signs of exhaustion. Osamu had been at it for a while, pushing himself more than he usually did.

Atsumu grabbed the weight from him and set it on the holder. Osamu’s grey eyes snapped up to him.

“What the hell, ‘Tsumu?!” he sat up and glared at his twin.

“One more press and you’d have dropped it on yer head,” Atsumu scoffed, “what the hell is yer problem?”

Osamu clenched his fists. He got up and grabbed his towel and water bottle. To his annoyance, his brother followed him. He completely disregarded his question and wiped some of the sweat from his face. He took a glance down at his stomach, then flexed a little to check his arms.

“Someone call ya fat or somethin’?” Atsumu questioned.

“Shut up,” Osamu grumbled, “I’m not fat.”

Atsumu didn’t like how quickly his brother defended himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching Osamu move to another machine. He trailed after his twin and continued pushing.

“Seriously, tell me what yer problem is—”

“You’re my problem, Atsumu!” Osamu snapped.

Instantly, Atsumu stopped pressing it. They hardly ever called each other by their actual names unless it was something serious. Clearly, his brother was really, genuinely upset.

“Me? What the hell did I do?”

“Yer just so friggin’ perfect! Mister fuckin’ perfect over here can get any girl he wants! What the hell to you got that I don’t?! We look exactly the same! I exercise! I ain’t fat and I don’t overeat jus’ cause I opened my own goddamn restaurant! Why the hell am I the ‘other twin’?! Why is it Atsumu an’ the other one? Why ain’t it just Atsumu and Osamu?! What the hell do I got that makes me inferior to ya?!”

Osamu panted as he finished his rant, grey eyes glaring daggers into his shocked blond counterpart. Atsumu didn’t know what to say. Had people really been convincing his brother that he wasn’t good enough? That Atsumu was the better twin?

Atsumu made plenty of jokes about being better, but he never actually believed them. To him, Osamu was the better of the two. Osamu knew it too. He knew that if Atsumu had actually heard what people said, then he’d be the first one to stand up for him. Atsumu would beat the hell outta someone talking shit about his twin brother, and Osamu knew it.

And he still snapped it him. . .

“Who told ya all that shit?” Atsumu muttered.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter,” Osamu got up, shoving past his brother and heading to the locker room. He could barely stand the sight of Atsumu.

“You know that shit isn’t true!” Atsumu grabbed the back of Osamu’s black t-shirt.

Osamu instantly recoiled. He shoved Atsumu off him with as much strength as he could muster up, which, frankly, was a lot. He glared at his twin and adjusted his shirt. Atsumu glared back with the same amount of anger and his fists clenched.

“Guys? What happened?”

Both boys whirled around to face you. You stood not far from them, dressed in shorts and a tank top. Osamu couldn’t help but stare. No matter how many times he saw you, even after all these years, you were still so beautiful to him.

“’Samu’s being a fuckin’ prick is what happened,” Atsumu scoffed. “Said somethin’ about—”

Osamu has never punched his brother so hard in his life. It was an impulse move, a bad one. It wasn’t even the type of thing Atsumu would do, which made the dark-haired twin feel absolutely ashamed.

He flicked his wrist, heaving as he stared at Atsumu who was on the ground covering his face. You were kneeled beside him, panicking. Other people in the gym noticed the commotion and came running over. Osamu clenched his fists, then stormed to the locker room without glancing back.

He felt like the scum of the earth.

He’d never changed so fast in his life. He didn’t even bother to shower. Osamu just grabbed his things and left. He fumbled with his keys, grumbling under his breath. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Only for a hand to slam it closed.

Osamu looked at you, who stood beside him looking furious. He gulped a little.

“(Y/n)—”

“What the hell was that, Osamu!?”

Uh oh. No nickname. He really was in trouble, and he deserved it, he knows he does. You didn’t wait for an answer before you were continuing. He just watched you pace.

“You almost broke ‘Tsumu’s nose! What the hell was your fight about that you punched him out of the blue like that and in public! You and him have an image to uphold, ‘Samu! Not only that, but you’ve been acting so weird lately! It’s like you’re distancing yourself! You’re always at the gym working out, you barely eat anymore, and now you’re beating Atsumu up in the middle of a gym! And I don’t want any excuses! I want the truth, Osamu! Did something happen when we went back to Hyogo last week to see our families? Don’t lie to me!”

You were breathless when you finished talking, and staring up at his face with narrowed eyes.

You knew the Miya twins better than anyone. You’d been with them since the three of you were kids. You were their next door neighbor, and when your mother and theirs had become friends, so did you and the two boys.

You were by their side through it all. From the day they fell in love with volleyball (thus dragging you into it), to when you three attended Inarizaki, up to now with you and Atsumu being pro volleyball players and Osamu owning his own restaurant.

You were so proud of them both, and it was obvious that Osamu wasn’t proud of himself.

Now that you called him out on all his bullshit, Osamu was completely embarrassed. Luckily for him, he was really good at hiding his embarrassment. Still, he felt stupid. He didn’t think you’d notice. You were busy with volleyball, just like Atsumu, so he never expected you to see that part of him.

“You noticed all that?” he asked, gulping.

“Of course I did, you idiot!” you smacked him on the side of the head.

Osamu rubbed the side of his head, sighing. He leaned back against his car and crossed his arms over his chest. You stared at him, waiting for an answer. He had to hold himself back from laughing, both at himself and you.

You were probably the only person who had the guts to yell at him and his brother. It’s not like girls commonly yelled at two 6’3 and very muscular guys.

“I just. . .” Osamu sighed. “Well. . . yer mom said some things.”

“My mom? What the hell did she say?”

Osamu felt stupider with every word he said. He was walking a fine line. He was on a tightrope of whether or not to confess his long-time feelings for you. It would be easier to lie and say your mom thought volleyball was better than the food business. Besides, you’d see right through it. He’s not a good liar, he knows it, and he especially can’t lie to you when all you’d asked for was his honesty.

Osamu averted his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, uh, she said I wasn’t good enough for ya. She said you and ‘Tsumu would be better because ya both play volleyball,” he confessed.

It pissed him off just to say it out loud. It made that insecurity bubble up again in his chest.

“’Tsumu and I would be. . . better? For what?”

Osamu sometimes hated how clueless you could be.

“She’s been wantin’ you and him to get together fer a long time, (Y/n),” he sighed, “she doesn’t want a guy like me steppin’ between you and my brother getting in a relationship.”

Before he knew it, he was babbling.

“Can’t even blame her. Who’d want to date a guy like me? Yer a volleyball player, yer athletic, ya need to stay healthy. I’m not even playin’ sports anymore. All I do is cook food and stuff my mouth full. I just. . . I didn’t wanna get fat like she said. I didn’t wanna embarrass ya just in case I—”

He stopped and shut his mouth. You stepped forward, placing your hand on his arm.

“. . . in case you what, ‘Samu?”

Osamu turned to look at you. You were close to him now, looking like the prettiest damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on. You have always been so pretty to him and he’s so in love with every aspect of you that it hurts.

He mustered up his courage and swallowed the lump of nervousness that’d built up in his throat. He reached up to cup your cheek.

“In case I ever got the courage to tell ya I’m in love with ya. . .” he muttered.

Osamu loved the way your breath hitched. He wanted to kiss you, he wanted to pull you against his body and taste you. He wanted to do all the things he’d been afraid of doing, the things he was still afraid of doing.

“’Samu, I-“

“HEY DIPSHIT!”

Osamu lurched his whole body away from yours. He looked up to see his twin brother running at him. He choked on air, turning to dodge but ‘Tsumu was faster. His foot collided with the back of his head and sent Osamu down to the ground. He groaned loudly, gripping his head.

“Fuuuck.”

“That’s fer bein’ a fuckin’ asshole and almost breaking my nose!” Atsumu kicked him in the rib, and for once, Osamu took it because he knew he deserved it. “Next time I’ll break YOUR nose, ya fat prick!”

“I am not fat!” Osamu snapped, glaring at Atsumu.

No kidding about his nose. It was bruised and he had two bloody wads of paper stuffed up in his nostrils. His eyes were red and he was obviously in pain. Osamu felt extremely guilty. Atsumu gave him another solid kick to the ribs, before stubbornly holding out his hand for his twin. He hesitantly accepted and let the blond pull him to his feet.

You watched them, tiredly rubbing your temple. It’s hard to believe that these two are actual adults.

“Are you two done making each other ugly?” you asked, rubbing your temple.

Atsumu scoffed. He threw an arm around your neck and ruffled your hair. You whined, punching his stomach to force him to let go.

“Knock it off, ‘Tsumu!”

“Not until a admit we’re not ugly.”

“Never!”

“Admit it, brat!”

Osamu ran a hand through his tangled, dark hair. He watched you and Atsumu, jealousy tugging at him to the core. Like he always did, he put on a fake smile and leaned on his car.

“I should go,” he said.

You and Atsumu turned to him.

“Wait, ‘Samu—”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll see ya later, (Y/n). And uh. . . ‘Tsumu,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry.”

Osamu didn’t wait for an answer before he got into his car and left. You and Atsumu watched him go. The blond released you with a long, annoyed sigh. He ran a hand through his hair.

“What’a scrub. I can’t believe he thinks he’s not good enough. . .” he muttered.

You looked down at your feet, fists clenched at your sides. Osamu looked sad, distant. He looked like he wasn’t content with his life and now you knew why. He felt like he was inferior to his twin. You felt like you should have recognized it, but you always loved him for just being. . . Osamu. You didn’t compare him to Atsumu, not ever. To you they were separate. They weren’t just the twins. They were Atsumu and Osamu, separate. Because of your own view on them, you didn’t even recognize Osamu’s insecurity.

You wondered how long it’d been there.

“Atsumu. . . he. . . Osamu said he loves me,” you muttered to your best friend, “and I love him back but he doesn’t think he’s good enough for me.”

“Wait, he finally told ya?”

You looked up at him. “W-What do you mean ‘finally’? How long has he felt like that?”

Like a vice, Atsumu zipped his trap. He raised his hand in mock surrender and turned away to make his way back to the gym. You went after him. You grabbed the back of his t-shirt and tugged.

“’Tsumu, tell me!”

“Just go ask ‘im yerself!” he protested, dragging you along as he continued walking.

“What if he won’t answer me!?”

Atsumu stopped. He turned around and looked you dead in the eyes.

“He will. He won’t lie to you.”

Osamu sighed as he entered his apartment. It was down the block from his restaurant and honestly, he was wishing he went there instead. It felt more like home sometimes. He tossed his keys lazily on the coffee table, then kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bathroom for a shower.

He couldn’t believe he actually told you he loved you then left you there with the guy who’d been his competition for his whole life. What if you liked ‘Tsumu? What if you were like your mom and you thought the same way?

He grumbled, standing beneath the hot water of the shower as his thoughts ran rampant. He felt like a lovesick idiot. He was a grown ass adult and here he was acting like a lovesick teenager.

Osamu got out of the shower and got dressed. He didn’t even bother to dry his hair. He just glanced at it in the mirror, remembering back to a time when he used to dye it grey. Now it’d grown out to it’s natural dark brown color.

With a sigh, he headed to the kitchen to get started on his dinner. He’d barely pulled out the ingredients before he heard loud knocking at the door.

“I swear, if it’s Tsumu. . .” he grumbled, wiping his hands on his pants, before going to answer.

He was not expecting to see you standing on the other side of the door when he opened it. You jumped forward, practically leaping onto him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He quickly caught you in his arms, stumbling back a little.

“W-What the hell are ya doin’ here?” he sputtered.

You clung onto him like a koala, legs wrapping around his waist while your hands clung onto the back of his Onigiri Miya t-shirt. He kicked the door shut and brought you to his couch. You didn’t let go of him until he sat down with you planted right on his lap.

Your arms released him in favor of cupping both his chubby, red cheeks. He stared at you with confused grey eyes.

“How long?” you asked.

His face went blank. “Huh?”

“How long have you been in love with me? ‘Tsumu said you ‘finally confessed’ like you’ve known for a while.” you explained.

Osamu decided that the next time he saw his twin, he really was going to break his nose. That damn bastard can never keep his mouth shut. . . He cleared his throat and awkwardly averted his gaze.

“Ya seriously came all the way to my place to ask me how long I’ve been in love with ya?”

“Well. . . yes. . .”

He sighed and chuckled a little. “Wow.”

“Shut up and tell me.”

Osamu knew there was no getting out of this one. He laid his arms over the back of the couch and looked at you. You looked. . . hopeful? Excited? He wasn’t even sure what emotion could be used to describe the expression on your face.

“Probably since middle school,” he confessed.

He sounded a lot more relaxed than he really felt. Finally saying it out loud made his heart hammer in his ears, but it also lifted a weight off his shoulders that he didn’t even realize was there. He didn’t realize the impact of hiding his feelings for all these years and regretted not saying something sooner.

“M-Middle school?” your eyes were wide. “’Samu, why didn’t you—”

“Say something?” he sighed. “Because you and ‘Tsumu would have made a better couple.”

Your eyes widened even more. Osamu ran a hand through his hair.

“Ya guys both love volleyball way more than me. Plus yer both just. . . well, fuckin’ perfect. I never fit in that equation so I kept my trap shut.”

Osamu winced when your hands slapped both of his cheeks. He grabbed your wrists lightly.

“Hey, would ya quit slappin’ me?”

“No, because you’re an idiot!” you snapped.

“. . . huh. . .?”

“You’re perfect, Osamu! You’re amazing and you’re perfect to me!” you stared him dead in the eyes as you ranted. “You’re not inferior to Atsumu. Just because you didn’t stick with volleyball doesn’t make you less than us! You love making food, you love it! We would never blame you for doing what you love to do!”

Osamu was stunned, watching tears pool in your eyes as you continued. Your arms went slack in his hands where he was holding your wrists. You hunched forward, laying your head on his chest.

“I’m in love with you too, ‘Samu. You’re amazing in every way and you’re so handsome. . . I love you—I’ve loved you for years. . .”

You fell a silent, letting your words hang in the air for him to process. He could barely breathe. His heart was hammering and he felt like he was floating. You. . . love him? You’ve been in love with him for years?

Osamu let go of your wrists and grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. He was acting entirely on impulse as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You were stunned for a moment, before returning the kiss. His lips were warm and made your head spin as they moved against yours with a passion.

One arm wrapped around his neck to bring him closer against you. He caught your other hand with his and entwined your fingers. His hand was big in yours and you were reminded how much bigger and stronger Osamu was, and yet he still managed to be the softest person you knew.

His tongue swept across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. He wanted to taste all of you. He didn’t want this to end.

You parted your lips. His hand squeezed yours as your tongues danced in a fight for dominance. Naturally, he won, and took his prize by pulling you closer against him. You could feel his growing bulge press against your crotch. A small moan left your lips. You grinded against him, throwing your head back and exposing your neck to his hungry eyes. Instantly, he was on you, lips attacking the soft skin of your neck. He was soft with each kiss he placed on your flesh. He didn’t leave any marks, no matter how much he wanted to.

“S-Samu,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging lightly.

He’d be lying if he said he never imagined hearing you moan his name. Hearing it now sent his heart soaring.

Osamu grabbed you, holding you under your thighs as he stood up and began making his way to his bedroom. You clung to his broad shoulders, peppering kisses along his neck as he walked.

He laid you back on his bed. You reached to him to pull him back to you. He slipped off his shirt, before joining you in bed. You let your hands trail down his chest and stomach. He was muscular, built from years of volleyball and now from constant exercise. You loved the way he looked, but you felt bad that he’d been pushing himself so far just because he was worried he wasn’t good enough for you. . .

The pads of your fingers brushed over the dark patch of hair that trailed into his pants. Your cheeks instantly flushed and you pulled your hand back like he’d burned you.

Osamu just chuckled a little. He crawled over you, pressing his lips against yours and holding his weight up on his arms. You held his cheeks, savoring the taste of him while he all but stole the air from your lungs.

His lips parted from yours and began peppering kisses down your neck. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair. It’s so soft compared to the dyed version back in high school. He left soft kisses over your clothes chest all the way down to your waist where his hands slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt. You lifted your back off the bed as he began slipping it off your body.

It’s funny. . . you can’t remember the last time you were embarrassed in front of Osamu. But now, with him staring down at your body, you could feel embarrassment seeping in. It’s hard to believe someone as attractive as him, best friend or not, would ever be in love with you. He didn’t even know how amazing he was.

“Fuck. . .” he muttered, running his hands over your sides. “Yer so damn pretty.”

You sat up, pressing your lips to his. You didn’t let the embarrassment set in, and before you knew it, you were pulling off your bra. Osamu watched your breasts spill from the undergarment, his eyes shining.

He felt like a virgin all over again when his hands snapped up to cup them. You were on another level, so perfect and pretty and all for him. A possessive side he didn’t know he had kicked in and he imagined being the last man on earth to see this. He wanted to be with you forever.

Osamu groaned when he felt your hand brush over his bulge. He was grateful when you unzipped his pants. He helped you shimmy them off his long legs, kicking them aside somewhere with the rest of your clothing. He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted you naked. He wanted to see all of you. He wanted it all and for once he was content with being greedy like his brother.

His hands fervently tugged the shorts off your legs and threw them aside with more strength than he intended. He ran his hands along your soft legs, admiring them. He had plenty of chances to admire them when you were in shorts on the court, and he couldn’t help but get a little possessive.

“Osamu,” you murmured, snapping him from his daze.

You held his jaw and turned his head toward you. It felt like a dream when your lips were against his again. He savored the way your hands ran over his chest. You pushed him down on his back and shifted yourself so you were straddling him.

His big hands naturally found themselves on your hips. He gulped, watching you pepper kisses down his chest and abs. You looked anxious as your fingers delicately hooked on the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips off the bed as you tugged them off his legs. He squeezed your lips and let out a small sigh of relief, no longer feeling constricted.

Still, he was embarrassed to have you seeing him so exposed.

You cautiously wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. His fingers dug into your skin as you pumped his length. He couldn’t help but smirk a little because he could tell you were nervous. At least he wasn’t self-conscious about that department.

“(Y/n),” he spoke. “Don’t feel pressured.”

You could practically melt at the sound of his voice in that moment. It was deepy, raspy. It was beautiful, just like everything about him. You wanted to do this. You wanted to prove that he was good enough for you. Too good for you, even.

Instead of answering, you leaned down. You peppered soft kisses along his shaft. His breath hitched. He watched your lips wrap around his tip. You bobbed your head slowly, savoring the taste and weight of him in your mouth. Osamu groaned with each pump, throwing his head back into the pillows. Even so, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were so goddamn pretty. So fucking perfect and he was on top of the world.

And, for the first time in almost his whole life, he felt worthy.

You were so soft. Everything about you was soft. Your lips, your words, your skin, your mind. He wanted to take it all for himself and never share it with anyone. He wanted to be the last guy in your life because he wanted you with him forever.

He sucked in a breath as he watched you go down on him. Just watching you made it difficult for him to hold himself back. He would come too soon if you kept on, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Osamu sat up, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you off him. You looked at him with flushed cheeks. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, brushing away the saliva. You were breathtaking, even now, and Osamu Miya was so entirely in love.

He pushed you back on the bed, resisting the urge to kiss you so he could pull off your last article of clothing. Even such a small piece made all the difference to him. He couldn’t believe this was you. This was the same girl he’d known since his childhood. The same one who used to bathe with him and Atsumu when they were almost too young to remember.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “yer the prettiest goddamn thing.”

Warmth swelled in your chest. You couldn’t resist reaching up to wrap your arms around him. Your lips were against his in a haste, moving and tongues entwining. His hands roamed the expanse of your thighs, pushing them apart enough for his hips to fit between them.

He brushed his hand over your folds, swiping a finger through them to gather up your fluid. You moaned into his open mouth, and he drank it in like you were the last drop of water in a desert. The sounds you made were equally as pretty as you are. He slipped a finger into you, pumping slowly. Your back arched off the bed from the minor stretch. You threw your head back and bit your swollen bottom lip.

“’Samu,” you moaned.

Fuck, if he wasn’t in love with the sound of his name on your lips.

“Say my name,” he mumbled, leaning down to press kisses into your jawline, “say it.”

He needed to hear it. He wanted to hear it. If he had a choice, he’d want you to be the only person who ever got to say his name from this moment forward.

“Osamu, please,” you begged. “I need you.”

He pulled his hand away. You breathed heavily, chest heaving as his hips fit easily between your open thighs. He fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece you always needed. He lined the tip of his cock with your soaked entrance, gathering up your essence, before beginning to press in.

You back arched off the bed as he stretched you. He groaned deeply, lips crashing onto yours while his hands shot down to hold onto yours. He pressed them into the mattress at either side of your head, fingers entwining with yours and you’ve never felt so safe. Osamu was the definition of safe, you had no doubt.

You kissed him sloppily as his hips finally pressed against yours and he was fully inside you. He was warm, big. He felt so perfect. To him, you were perfect. You took him so well and he could feel the way his chest swelled with pride.

“Osamu, more,” you begged, squeezing his hands.

He pulled his hips back, before bringing them back to yours. Every thrust was slow, but hard. He loved the way you sang his name. Normally, he was quiet during sex but for you he supposed he could sing a little. It was hard not to.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, “yer so fucking perfect. I’m so in love with ya. I want more, I want all of ya.”

“Y-Yours, ‘Samu! I’m yours!” you cried for him, clinging onto his every move.

He wanted to kiss you so bad but he wanted to hear your sounds more. He wanted to keep admiring the beautiful faces you made for him as you moaned his name and let him fuck you like a man driven wild by love.

“Yer my pretty girl—fuck—I’m so fuckin’ lucky. How’d I get so goddamn lucky?” he panted.

One of his hands released yours and moved to hold your jaw. The temptation became too much. His lips were pressed into yours while his hips snapped into yours. He kept the same pace, wanting to drag this moment out for as long as possible because part of him was terrified it would never happen again. Part of him still wasn’t sure if this was a dream or reality.

He’d savor it no matter what.

Osamu groaned at the feeling of your nails scraping down his back. His hips snapped forward harshly, resulting in a squeak from you that he quickly swallowed as he pulled you into another kiss. His other hand released yours to move down between your legs and rub your clit. You were screaming for him, begging for more and he wasn’t the type of man to ignore what you want.

He picked up his pace, breathing heavily. You were close, he could feel it with the way your walls squeezed around his cock. He was close too.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he panted.

“Fuck! ‘Samu, I’m so close!” your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging rather harshly that resulted in another harsh snap of his hips.

“Come on, fucking let go for me, baby girl,” he groaned.

Your whole body trembled when he brought you over the edge. He hissed a little, continuing to snap his hips at a faster pace than before. He was chasing his own high as you screamed in euphoria for Osamu.

The arms holding up his weight flexed and wobbled as he finally reached his high. Your legs were tight around his hips, not letting him slip out as he came. He breathed heavily, giving slow thrusts as he came down. You whimpered a little with oversensitivity. He stopped, now just staring down at your face.

You and him just stared at one another, breathing heavily. A droplet of sweat slid down the bridge of his nose and dropped down onto your collarbone. You reached up, arms wobbly, and pushed his dark hair from his face. You could feel his own arms wobbling as he struggled to hold up his weight. He was exhausted, both from the gym and from this.

“It’s okay, ‘Samu,” you murmured.

He let out a long breath, before falling on top of you. You giggled a little despite his weight crushing you a bit. He rolled over before he could suffocate you. You rolled over, resting your head on his bicep as his fingers played with your hair. You ran your hands over his chest, still breathless but this time it was because of how totally in love with Osamu Miya you are.

“I love you,” he spoke first.

You smiled, looking at his face. “I love you too.”

A soft silence settled in the room. You shut your eyes, cuddling up against Osamu’s side. No official question was asked, even though it was itching at the tip of his tongue, but you both knew who you belonged to. He took pride in being yours, but had even more pride in the fact that you were his.

“Are ya hungry?” he blurted suddenly, feeling a weird need to make sure you were fed and hydrated.

You yawned a little. “Yeah, I’m pretty hungry and your cooking is always the best, Samu.”

He chuckled a little. He reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and got you and himself cleaned up. He lazily tossed it aside into the far corner of his room. You grumbled and got out of his bed. With wobbly legs, you slipped on your panties along with the Onigiri Miya shirt he’d been wearing earlier. He threw on some sweats and a different t-shirt.

Once dressed, the two of you walked to the kitchen hand-in-hand.

“Hey. Have fun?”

You and Osamu froze in the doorway, staring at the obnoxious blond twink who was sitting on Osamu’s counter eating his cereal straight from the box. Atsumu’s eyes narrowed. He had bandages over his nose now and honestly looked like a whole mess. His blond hair stuck up in every direction and he didn’t even bother to change out of his bloodied t-shirt from earlier.

Osamu’s brow twitched. Embarrassment and anger flowed through him. He wanted nothing more than to punch Atsumu’s lights out but he’d already done that earlier so he decided against it—

“I expected to come over and find ya guys wholesomely cooking food together,” Atsumu huffed. “Naturally, I had to come steal some but instead I hear ya dipshits goin’ at it like rabbits and now I have’ta eat ceral for dinner.”

“WHY DON’T YOU EAT YER OWN DAMN FOOD, ‘TSUMU!?” Osamu threw the nearest object at his brother, which happened to be a magnet from the fridge.

“Because ya owe me for breakin’ my fucking nose!”

“Can I not have some fuckin’ privacy!?” Osamu hissed.

You sighed, rubbing your temple tiredly. You walked to Osamu’s fridge and dug through for something simple to make some food while the twins continued arguing. Eventually Osamu got Atsumu out of the kitchen by bribing him with a clean, non-bloodied shirt. Now a shirtless Osamu was making you and him sandwiches.

You leaned your front against his broad back, wrapping your arms around his middle and watching him make the sandwiches.

Atsumu peeked his head around the doorway, eyes narrowing a little.

“Ya dumbasses are finally official, right?” he asked.

Osamu’s brow twitched. You grabbed his hand to keep him from throwing the butter knife at his brother.

“Yeah, we are,” you answered.

“Fuckin’ about time. I was getting real sick of watchin’ ya fawn over each other for years,” he waved his hand then left the apartment.

You and Osamu stood there in silent embarrassment for a few minutes. Atsumu’s words sank in.

“This whole time. . .” you trailed off.

“He knew it the whole time and didn’t say a word. . .” Osamu let out a long sigh. “I hate him.”

You laughed. You and Osamu sat at the dining table. He tugged you onto his lap while the two of you happily enjoyed your sandwiches. He was content, more content than he’d ever been in his whole life. He kept an arm wrapped loosely around your waist just to keep himself grounded because this wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t a dream. You were here. You were with him, his girlfriend, and you were just as in love with him as he was with you. He was good enough all along and he felt stupid for never seeing it.

. . .

“What will yer mom say when she finds out?” he asked.

“She can suck my dick,” you huffed, “I love you and that won’t change.”

“Hm. . . Well, ya know, my mom will be happy that yer finally dating one of us. She’s been begging us to marry ya since middle school.”

“Seriously?” you turned to him with a stunned expression. “What did you say?”

Even more surprising was the fact that Osamu was grinning. He propped his elbow up on the table and rested his chin in his open palm. He stared at you with all the love in the world.

“I told ‘er I was gonna be the one to marry ya.”

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