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bunny584 · 10 months ago

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OBSESSED: GETO

A/N: Suguru is a patient, kind, wonderful, completely out-of-his-mind-insane man. I just had to capture it on paper. (The Yuuta installment is up next, this one was just crawling out of me lol)

C/W: Voyeurism (the real Shibuya incident 🤭) Mature, 18+

Suguru should stop.

He really should fucking stop.

You two are friends. Innocent. Platonic. The very best of friends.

And yet, here he is. Watching a live feed of you walking through your apartment door.

Keys to the left.

Heels kicked off to the right. You’ll come back to those later.

He drapes the bath towel around his neck. Catching the last few almond water droplets from his thick, near waist length hair. He’ll be at your place later; he wouldn’t forgive himself if he was the reason you caught a cold.

And capital punishment for anyone who rouses a single strand of hair on your head.

6:38 PM. A little late today. But it’s a Wednesday and there’s a farmers market in the town square. You always stop for chocolate croissants too late on Wednesdays. The vendor leaves before you’re out of work.

There are four of them on low heat in his oven right now.

Because Suguru now knows the vendor on a first name basis. He’s paid him well over asking price to have 4 chocolate croissants (made 2 batches later than what he sells during the day) be delivered to his place every Wednesday.

Because you’re his friend.

His best friend. And he can’t stand the thought of you going a second without anything you want in this lifetime.

Oh fucking hell.

Your (his) favorite blazer is off. As is the demure mint silk button up that it was covering. Both now wistfully draped over the corner of the kitchen island. He finds the way you throw your things around haphazardly so adorable.

But that doesn’t matter right now.

Like clockwork, Suguru’s left hand drags down his sweatpants, just enough to let his overgrown, painfully hard cock free. It bounces well past his belly button, like a fresh wire spring.

And with cinematic timing, you lean over your kitchen island. In nothing but your lacy bra and snug little pencil shirt. Mindlessly catching up on your social media.

The way your plush, pouty rose lips hang slightly open. And your fucking perfect tits spill over the top of your slightly undersized bra. The lazy S curve from your petite shoulders…tapered down to your waist…back out to the swell of your hips.

“Fuck,” a king cobra hiss escapes his lips.

You’re dizzying. Utterly fucking intoxicating.

Suguru’s chest rises and falls. The pace of his hand around his cock crescendos. Almost angrily.

How could you do this to him?

You’re his best friend for fucks sake.

Precum slicks from his thick, blunt tip. Squelching around his knuckles.

Your back arches into a mini crescent moon. And Suguru might as well have swallowed a blow torch.

“Nnnhhgh fuck, g-god…so…” Sharp drags of air mix with his poorly choked down moans.

His hand grips harder. Hips now rutting up off his desk chair. Hungry. Needy. Imprecise pumps into the slick ring of his fingers. Chasing another high he so desperately wishes you could personally give.

Because the way he feels right now?

The sheer malevolence in his mind. The depravity. You trust him completely and he can’t trust himself with you at all.

Beautiful, enchanting girl.

You reduce him to a perverted, bird brained slave to his desires.

You make him want to violate you. To fuck a cock-shaped hole through the back of your skirt to your cervix.

He wants to pick you up and bounce you along all 10 inches of his length and watch himself bludgeon through to your stomach.

He wants to pin you down and use your pretty little throat as his personal cocksleeve. And watch you garble and cry and drool around his invading length while you struggle for air. And listen to the melodic sounds of you gasping and muffled around his dick when he makes you apologize.

Apologize for being so goddamn irresistible. For bringing this depraved shell of a human being out of him.

Electricity runs the length of his manhood. His breaths are jagged, tendrils of wavey hair matted to his forehead.

The sound of your ringtone slices through the static in his brain. Tethering him back out of his criminal spiral.

“H-hey, pretty.” Suguru forces his baritone to level out. Hand still stroking his length.

Your wispy, girly giggle almost finishes him instantly.

“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, Suguru! The trail of women in your wake hate me enough as it is.”

“Ha-I c-couldn’t care less.” Talking is harder than breathing for him.

You lean up from the counter and start twirling your hair in a way that makes him want to carve out another galaxy for you. Just for you. Anything for you.

“Movie night? I’ve been wanting to—“

“Yes.” Suguru is almost embarrassed at how quickly he cut you off. Like a fucking dog.

You laugh again and stroll to your refrigerator. He knows you’re lamenting the missed croissants. And he knows you know there’s a 99.99% chance he’s already gotten them for you. Because he is silly putty for you. He crumbles to stardust in your hands.

Because he’s your best friend.

“I got them.” Suguru rasps out. Hands moving so fast up his shaft, precum surging out his tip. He’s so close. So fucking—

“God I love you.”

And he snaps. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splay everywhere. Suguru draws metallic from his bottom lip, clenching down so hard not to give himself away.

You said it so innocently. So platonically. And it shifted his entire world on its axis.

His best fucking friend.

“Love you too, I’ll be there at 8.”

PART. II

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cupsofsuga · 5 years ago

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HEART TO HEART ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

{⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers. I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{💐} ANON ASKED - “How would the Yandere boys react to Y/N be accepting to their Yandere self. Like she wouldn’t be mad at them and just be okay with it.”

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ You imagine yourself as a ballet dancer, twirling for thousands to watch in awe. You imagine yourself at a ball, waiting for your prince/princess to swoop in and turn the night into a starlit memory. On this late September evening, you dance under dead stars, resembling a cherubic swan with a curse running through its veins. Bare feet against cold grass was blissful dancing under the spotlight of the moon, adding on to the purity of this evening. There’s glitter on your eyelids and a locket draped over your neck, cursive poetry that runs along your skin and cherry wine that stains your lips. And just for this night, Jin can feel gardens bloom within his chest. You are in every means an angel.

“This ring is stunning! I couldn’t imagine a better promise”. Laughter tumbles from your lips and if Jin could record the sound and keep the tape nestled in his heart, he would. This epiphany overjoyed him for what feels like the first time in existence. You continue dancing to whatever song played in the stereo inside your head as Jin watches and marvels for. For so, so long, his heart was only fragments of dust buried deep in his chest, but now that the moon can shine on the embers of your love, Jin can feel every ounce of pain dissolve into the dirt underneath him, only to rot 6 feet under, just like it deserves. From now until he dies, he can be purified by your illuminated presence.

“Y/N, please promise me you’ll never take this ring off until we replace them with wedding rings… Promise me, love. Please…”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ Tossed and turned within sheets, you ponder over yesterday’s events as the September sun rises. The faint scatterings of tears are still stained on your shoulder and the scent of apple orchards still sticks to your form. You are alone currently, no Yoongi to awake you wearing that adoring smile, but, then again, the loneliness of the bedroom is tranquil. Why must isolation feel so euphoric? That must stay as a question for another day as you crawl out of bed, beginning your search for your lover.

The echo of the clattering of pots and pans fill your ears as you enter the kitchen through the archway. You find Yoongi, surrounded by multiple batches of sweets wearing oven mitts stitched with flowers. He hears your footsteps, looking up to you with the deep-rooted, intimate smile which you’ve grown quite used to. It was reserved for your eyes only, after all. You’ve turned the boy soft, which he learned to embrace in the early stages of his infatuation. You see, as much as Yoongi hardened his heart so much it reminisces a brick, you enter his tunnel of vision turning all of his progress to sweet strawberry jam. You turn the bitterness of dusk into the luminescence of dawn, all with a simple smile you give him. You have now turned days holy for Yoongi.

“My Y/N! You’re awake! I made you all sorts of treats! Cherry pies to brownies, whatever you’d like, my love! I wanted to say thank you for accepting me for who I am... I love you... B-But, if you’d like, I-I can scrap everything and start new! R-Really, I can start baking whatever you want, Aether/Aphrodite…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ The room seems to curl in on itself to where you can only inhale the bitterness of broken sobs and tears. It’s quiet, so, so quiet your brain can barely even fathom the horrid meaning behind the silence. You let Hoseok cling onto your form, letting him cry and beg, letting him simply embrace the unholy feelings within his chest. Tears echo liquid sunsets as they fall down his face. So melancholically beautiful, you think to yourself. He pours out his insecurities and sorrows like whiskey into a glass as you’re there to sit and listen, watch as the boy crumbles right before you. You give him unconditional support and reassurance which clears the smoky air into rays of sunbeams.

Checking in on Hoseok the next day, you find the inquisitively cheerful boy setting up to what appears to be a fort. Fairy lights and fluffy blankets (which are his favorite) coat the living room, the silent chitter-chatter of Cartoon Network characters echoing from within the fort. You watch him as he lives in his own moment for a minute before declaring your presence, cooing at the way Hoseok squeaks and jumps, right before smiling with the light of a million suns and racing to embrace your form. He keeps you at arm's length after the long lasting hug, taking the sweet moment to admire the human before him in all of their glory. Hoseok looks into your eyes like you had gifted him the stars and he has eternity to go stargazing. Hoseok looks at you like you're a human incarnation of heaven itself, and nothing feels purer than seeing the love of his life right before his very eyes

“I-I wasn’t quite finished, but, d-d-do you like it? I spent all night on it! I went to the store and picked out some snacks and… h-horror films, because I know you like those. Yes, they scare me, but I-I’ll be alright! As long as you’re right beside me… Oh! I also found some whiskey in the basement! Not sure if it’s any good, but, I can always go get some more! Anything for you, my light…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Lying in the window seat, enfolded by blankets and Donna Tartt in your hands, you let your mind walk away from the words of The Goldfinch and to wander over the events from earlier that morning. The words of self-doubt were poisoned and the embrace shared afterward was bittersweet. Namjoon's eyes were tainted with fear and his hands begged for your touch. Skin to skin, heart to heart, you hear words turn to cries in a matter of minutes. You let the vulnerable man shake in your arms and hours later, you’re now alone.

Movement from the archway sparks your attention, finding your lover there with a questionable glimmer of ecstasy within his eyes. Namjoon’s cheeks are still rosy and stained with tears from moments before, but his eyes read otherwise. He’s wearing a smile of sheer infatuation as he steps closer, sitting close enough for your hands to touch. Now, you have a clear vision of his eyes. They’re submerged in sunlight, stained with sunbeams as they stare at you. Two sheets of paper are in his hands, right before he whispers with the delicacy of a fawn, “we’re going to Paris”. Your heart picks up speed, reading the tickets word-for-word to receive some sort of confirmation this wasn’t some sort of sick joke. You cheer with excitement, throwing the man into your arms as you squeal. You thank him over and over again, watching as Namjoon marvels over your happiness. God, does he love you…

“I-I wanted to say thank you… For everything, you’ve done for me. I cannot find words to thank you enough, Y/N, so… Take this… What better place would there be for us to visit other than the city of love? Only for you, my angel..."

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Insecurities tumble from Jimin’s mouth as he sits in dusk. The man was worried if he was the sun chasing the moon, waves chasing the tide only to be pulled back, but you reassured him in that sugary sweet voice that sounds like grass rustling under the sun that those were only ugly thoughts, that they are only false. And the way you speak sounds like lullabies as you shush him and tell him you love him. His eyes have dried and his heart is no longer heavy. Dusk turns to dawn and the rainstorms have cleared. Jimin is finally the calm ocean he prayed to be. Jimin is finally himself with no judgment.

Dawn awakens, you are embraced by expensive sheets. The sunbeams kiss your skin as you’re left to wonder, where is Jimin? Every single morning he is cuddled right by your side, desperate for another inch of your skin on his. Waking up alone was more than peculiar, hence why you’ve walked out of the bedroom when you normally sleep in for much, much longer. You find the petite man in the kitchen, seemingly deep in thought as he crowds a plethora of shopping bags, all with Gucci and Chanel logos plastered on their front. You speak his name, watching him nearly snap his neck once he hears your voice. Before another second passes, you’re engulfed into an embrace, one that doesn’t need words to say “I love you more than you’ll ever know."

“Oh, Y/N… God, I love you so much… You’re so lovely and warm and completely and utterly perfect!!! My heart can’t function with you around! I love you so, so, so, so much!! Please never stop loving me…”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ With perfect harmony, perfection, and precision, Taehyung has nearly covered the once white canvas with an assortment of colors. Your cherubic face is drowned with shades of black, blue and red which all blend in one harmonious manner. The illusions and manipulations of specific colors bring out the luminescence of your eyes and the delicacy of your skin. He steps back to admire his work of art and sighs, hopefully, this will be enough to express his utter infatuation and make you accept his confession. You’ve written a letter back to him, expressing your admiration for his devotion and artwork, so you must accept him now, right?

You wait on the bench next to the Art Gallery, shown in the polaroid inside the envelope you received, waiting for his arrival. Your mind seems to reel back to previous events, fingertips tracing over the tears fallen on the written letter in your hands and the vibrant red ink which emphasizes the emotion taken place in Taehyung’s constant state of pain without you at his side. You don’t know the face of the man, only the emotions. You hear the quiet pace of footsteps and feel your heart quicken. The man who held an undying infatuation with you stands just behind you. Eventually, you turn, letting his features drown in your eyes. And, God, you’ve never seen a man that happy.

“Hello, my love... I-I had a plan for what I was going to say to you, but, it seems as if words have failed me as of now. Because of that matter, I decided to give you something. A-And I know this must be new to you and all well frightening, but I can assure you, my intentions are only pure… I love you with my whole heart, darling… Now, please join me...”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ In the parking lot of the school, the kids' chatter has simmered down and the bells have quit ringing. Class was in session, but you and Jungkook have chosen to spend the hour on the hood of your car. September winds and the last few sunbeams of Summer embrace the boy as tears fall down his cheeks. Jungkook cries and alas you can see the bruises and cracks that stain his soul. He expresses his anger, guilt, confusion, self-blame and lies them on a silver platter for you to digest, which you respond with unconditional support all whilst Jungkook is left to wonder in an infatuating harmony. God, where have you been all this time?

The scent of baked goods and lavender fill your nose, calming you from your high heart rate. Walking into Jungkook’s house in the suburbs after seeing what secrets lie under the floorboards was frightening, but, you quickly shake yourself out of the state of fearful unconsciousness and remind yourself that your friend is vulnerable and needs you at this moment. With shaky hands and hushed sniffles, Jungkook leads you up the staircase and through his bedroom door, which was coated with rusted paint. His bedroom is like no other teenage boys. Piles of laundry scattered here and there, messy bedsheets, and what’s this? In the corner lies a few scented candles surrounded by what appears to be your face. Your picture is accompanied by a plethora of items you can’t find the meaning for. Pencils, rings, gum wrappers. What was the meaning behind this?

“I-I know this might be a lot to take in, but, these are all lost items of yours! There’s a bobby pin here, chewed pencil there and, my personal favorite, a flannel of yours that you left here…! I wish I could’ve shown you this sooner, but, I just love you so much and I-I-I get so nervous and-… I just love you, Y/N… So, so much…”

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erattum · 5 years ago

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CURE Series’ first member: DONG SICHENG

Characters: Tundere!Dong Sicheng x Y/N & NCT/WAYV

Genre: NCT College AU | NCT Heirs AU

Warnings: angst, fluff

Summary:

“You’re treating love like it’s some kind of a disease”

This is my first time writing since 2012 and my first fic here in tumblr. This will going to be a series with each NCT & WayV members entitled ’CURE’. I hope you will like this!

PART 1

Round innocent eyes. Warm assuring smile. When you first laid your eyes on him, within a matter of minutes, he will have a soft spot in your heart. He’s tall but he acts like a small child that you can’t help but to give him whatever he ask. It’s like a disease, a given in an equation. You could not avoid to adore him.

That’s his persona.

Behind that innocent facade, is a cold stone hearted man. He can give you the sweetest smile and when he open his mouth, he could kill you with his sharp words. His smile, as if mocking how stupid you are to believe in him. He acts so kind to get whatever he wants.

He was the person opposite to what you could think of him.

One of the heirs of The Neo Culture Techno-med, a branch of new medicine that studies how the ‘soulmates’ is being produced. How the humanity started to have this new natural way of knowing who would be the right person that was made perfectly for them.

The Neo Culture Tech-med was founded by one batch of doctors, they call themselves Sig-Mund or also known as SM where they get their name from an Austrian neurologist and the founder of psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud. His clinical method for treating psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst was the basis and the first step of the making of NCT-med.

There are 21 heirs and counting, all came from the bloodlines of the founders, all sons who are currently living at a secluded Village with the highest security, where all of the founders live and died there. They decided to make the most secured village where the first and only soul-medicine was born, for safety purposes of their studies and their families.

Sicheng is a second child, the only son, means the only eligible of the Dong bloodline to live at the village’s grand mansion. His great-great grandfather as one of the smartest cofounder that’s why the other heir expect him to be one too and for that, they are not wrong. Sicheng graduated at the most prestigious medical school in China, coming up as the Top student of his batch from entrance exam to his graduation day. They described him as a human sculpted perfectly by God and even He, gave his knowledge that made him as the model student. His perfect image but sly personality made him to what he is today.

But for once, or for the first time, his cold eyes was shaken for a bit when someone knocked at the mansion’s door, disturbing the weekly meeting of the heirs of Neo Culture Techno-med. They exchanged looks, asking each other who on earth would disturb them when it is strictly an order to never interrupt them during friday.

Taeyong, the heir of the head doctor Lee, the leader, was the one who opened the door and behind him was the members.

In front of them was a petite lady. She was wearing civilian clothes contrast to the boys’ high ends clothing brands. She have a long brown straight hair, fair skin, sharp jawline and a big mysterious eyes. The tall guys in front never faze her and she step inside.

“ I am the soulmate of Dong bloodline.” She straightforwardly said that made them speechless. After a minute of staring at each other, Taeyong cleared his throat and she only blinked. All of them look at the Phoenix-eyed man who stepped in front to introduce himself.

“The NCT already made a way to make a unique soulmate mark for people but we really need to find a way of altering it’s natural selection of soulmates. It is to stop people like us to be paired to a commoner like you.” The NCT members chocked in their own saliva to the latter’s sharp remarks. The Dongs are really smart but they surely have the sharpest tongue.

Hurt was evident to the lady’s eyes and she look down on her soulmate’s feet.

“You’re accusing me like I made this choice.” She said and look again to his eyes. It makes her quivers in nervousness but she need to be brave like her mother was always telling her to be.

“ Your mark. For confirmation.” Sicheng told her and she hesitates for a bit. It made him arched his eyebrow.

“What? Disturbing us and now you’re not sure if you’re really my soulmate?”

“I-Its just. It placed—-“ the truth is she’s so embarrassed. The soul-symbol was carved in your body with a black ink mark. This mark will turn into silver, but for them, it will turn into a gold one when their soulmate kissed them.

“Show.Me” he said sternly and that makes her show them how afraid she was. She set aside her hair and made him see the letters on her neck. Their names on each other’s skin, made by their grandfather exclusive only for the heirs. To make them find their other half so easily. Sicheng’s eyes trailed at the letter at her neck for a second and then he grab her to close their distance.

The heirs are watching how she closed her eyes tightly when she felt his lips on her mark and a small spark traced her mark and turned it into gold. The NCT members gasped when Sicheng withdrew and touched the mark on his neck that also turned into a gold.

It’s finally happening. The first soulmate of the NCT was introduced.

I accept feedbacks if I should continue this or not. Lol

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wafflesetc · 5 years ago

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I’ll be there for you II- Chapter 4 (previously)

A/N: I know I’ve been slow at cranking anything fanfic out for quite some time. But this chapter has had so much encouragement and patience from so many different people I don’t even know where to begin to say thank you. So to anyone who has read, liked, commented, sent me an ask, or given kudos over on AO3, this is for you. I hope it was worth the wait.

And to @missclairebelle and @kkruml for always, always, being there to tell me what I need to here and what I don’t want to here, this one is for you.

The One Where Nothing Fits

Jamie

He could smell the coffee pot as it finished making the liquid gold on which he’d been running non-stop on the past few weeks. He cracked an egg gently on the side of a ceramic bowl, tossing the yolk and other contents into the rest of the batch. He added some salt and pepper, a dash of milk, and garlic powder before he started to beat the eggs.

As he turned to the stove, he heard a voice in the distance portraying nothing but vehemence at the inanimate furniture in his, no their (he corrected himself), bedroom.

“Sassenach?” He bellowed turning the heat down on the pan before emptying the scrambled mess onto the hot surface.

He waited a second and didn’t hear a response, so he turned his attention to making two cups of coffee. A few moments later another, “FUCK” rattled through the walls.

“Christ, Claire.” He picked at the eggs turning the heat down once more and then wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. What is it this time? He thought to himself.

Slowly he walked to their bedroom to find his girlfriend sitting on the edge of their bed with nearly every pair of pants she owned tossed about the room.

“What is it?” Jamie opened the door a bit more, leaning against the doorframe.

“Nothing.” She grumbled, undoing the bun in her hair.

“Tis obviously something,” He cracked a smile at her walking towards her vicinity. “Ye look like ye had a runway show in here for one.”

Rolling her eyes, she leaned her forehead into his abdomen- her hands, fingers slowing curling into fists subconsciously searching for his pockets.

“My pants…They don’t bloody fit.”

He let out a small breath and ran his hands down her back. “Sassenach…”

“I’m a human incubator. I’m growing a life. I shouldn’t be upset about my breeches not fitting, but I’ll be damned.” He couldn’t pinpoint her tone, she was slightly sad, somewhat upset, and seemingly, utterly confused.

He tilted her face up towards his, kissing the tip of her nose. “I’m a man, Claire… I ken I am no’ nowhere near a what ye’d call a doctor, but I do ken that as ye grow a child ye can expect yer belly to get bigger and yer body to change. Correct me if I am wrong.”

That earned him a half-assed laugh. He watched as she let the air out of her lungs, the tension leaving her body.

“Yes…. You are correct. I mean, I’m a doctor. I should know this.” He saw her cheeks flash red, “I think the hormones are getting the best of me.”

Jamie sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.

“Ye already were a petite woman, mo chridhe.” Gingerly he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder. “But you are growing a human, yer body is swelling with a life, Sassenach.... That just means there is going to be more of ye to love on.”

“Are you telling me that I am getting fat, you bloody Scot?”

“Dinna be twisting my words, Sassenach. Ye ken what I meant.” He kissed the top of her head. “After breakfast why don’t we go shopping, get ye some pants that fit, aye? Ye ken I have always loved yer round arse and now it’s just going to be a bit more plump.”

She rolled her eyes at him and smiled, “You have always been a fan of my arse, let’s go eat.”

“Aye, c’mon. Ye dinna even have to wear any pants.”

Claire

“Claire!” I heard my name called from around the corner. Peeking my head in that direction I saw a bright flash of red hair. “Do ye wanna go get dinner?”

“Oh bugger.” I put my pen back into my lab coat. “I would but I have to dictate these two charts and I promised Jamie we’d have some time tonight just the two of us. You’re still coming over for game night tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“Aye, I’ll be there. I just havena seen ye in a while but I’ll take a rain check for a girl’s night next week?”

“I promise… Let me check my calendar as I have a benefit dinner for the hospital next week and another doctors appointment, but I’ll text you when I get home and confirm.”

“I’ll hold ye to that, I know where ye live!”

Just as fast as she had appeared, she had gone. The next hour I spent dictating the rest of my patients I had admitted for the day and turned over the pager to the doctor who was on the night shift rotation.

In the locker room, I changed into my leggings and oversized sweatshirt I had stolen from Jamie and tossed my rain jacket over my shoulders. Pulling out my phone, my fingers tapped the screen: ‘Leaving the hospital now. Will be home in fifteen minutes.’

He texted back immediately: ‘Sounds good, see you soon. Walk safe.’

Tucking my phone into my backpack, I started the quick walk home. Though winter was ending, there still a brisk, crispness in the air. I could feel the last remnants of sunlight fading as the wind started to pick up, my cheeks turning slightly flushed and my nose rosy.

Opening the door I was flooded by the scent of my favorite candle and found Jamie sitting on the couch, a whisky in his hand and a steaming cup of tea waiting for me.

“Oh my god,” I groaned slipping my backpack off and placing it in on the floor of the entryway. “You’re the best damn person to come home to.”

“I missed ye too.” Jamie welcomed me warmly rising to his feet. I took off my sneakers, stacking them onto the shoe rack in the coat clast. His hands found my waist as I turned to face him, “Have a good day?”

I kissed him slowly, welcoming him in return. As he pulled away, I pecked him once more. “It was a long day. Nothing out of the ordinary, a few admits from the A&E and a few orthro patients needing monitoring on pain meds and checking on another in the CVICU.”

“Ye always lose me with some of the acronyms that ye use at the hospital.” He shook his head at me gesturing to the couch, “Sit, let me rub yer feet.”

“Go, sit. I have to get one thing out of my bag and then I will join you.” He turned making himself comfortable once more. I reached into the front zipper and pulled the manila envelope out of the slot and then joined Jamie on the couch.

As I as sank into the cushions, I positioned myself so my legs were draped across Jamie’s lap. His large hands started to run in circular motions along the soles of my feet.

“CVICU…” I half managed to stutter in my daze of relaxation, “Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit.”

“Ah, sounds like it’s a matter of the heart then.”

“Yes.” I took one foot and poked him with my big toe, “Don’t be a smart ass, you certainly are a Scot but you’re not as daft as you try and pretend to be.”

He gave his best attempt at a wink and kissed the back of my calf. “What’s that ye got in the folder? Ye’re clutching it like it’s a matter of life or death.”

“Oh, yes!” I started to undo the metal prongs on the folder. “Remember the genetic testing I wanted to get done?”

“Aye.” I could hear the short curtness in his tone. “Have ye looked it over then?”

I pulled my legs from his lap and swung my body around so that my head was now in his lap. “No. The office left it for me in my mailbox. I saw it on my rounds this morning, but I wanted to wait to open it with you. The damn thing has been burning in the back of my mind all day.”

“Let’s see to it, then.” His body stiffened in response. I took one hand reaching up and cupped his jaw.

"I’m not worried, I was before we did the tests… But now, you know… I’m ready for whatever these results show. IF there’s something wrong, I bloody know that I’d rather face it with you rather than anyone else.” I played with the stubble on his jawline. “I was scared before. This wasn’t planned..”

“Ye mean whatever it is between us?” I saw the film of tears rim his eyes.

“Yes, whatever it is between us. It just kind of happened.” I then felt his hand rest on the small swell of my lower abdomen.

“And that happened.” He nearly whispered down at me.

“Exactly. I was scared. I’ve been scared since I peed on that stick... But after we got the tests run and while we were waiting, it suddenly became crystal clear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered. So long as whatever we face, we face together… I knew we’d make it through. I wasn’t scared anymore, I was ready for the unknown.”

A single tear escaped down his face. He bent over placing a soft, sweet kiss to my stomach.

“There’s more, aye?” The edge in his voice was gone, replaced with excitement.

“Yes, there are the results of the genetic testing, but it also tells us the gender. I figured we could read it all together.”

He laughed as he took the folder from my hand. “Do we wantae find out?”

“I would like to,” I answered honestly, “But if you want to wait, I am happy to do that for you.”

“I dinna want to wait.” He said quickly, pulling the papers out of the folder. He was quiet for a minute. I continued to lay my head on his lap, watching him inquisitively.

Those few moments he was quiet felt like a lifetime, but then a smile crept on the corners of his mouth.

“I dinna ken what most of this means…” He gave me the papers then, “But I can read some science and know what an XX chromosome would mean.”

It was my turn to start to cry then, “A girl, huh?”

“A little lassie, mo chridhe.” He pulled me up into lap and cradled me like a small infant in his own arms, the rest of the results falling from my hands and scattering onto the floor.

I didn’t read the rest of the results but succumbed to his hold on me, having all the faith in the world that we were exactly where we were meant to be.

#Outlander #Outlander fanfic #Jamie x Claire #Jamie Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #Outlander fanfiction #I'll be there for you AU #ITBFY II #myfic!#yikes I sure hope this was worth the wait

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