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writeandsurvive · 7 months

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Author's note: this is not proofread, there are probably typos. I hope my teasing didn't get you disappointed with the finale result! Tbh, I didn't know where I was going at first, but once I was in, I just kept adding. Maybe I'll write a little sequel to it, idk. Let me know what you think ❤️

Warnings: hospital, gun shot wound, surgery, complicated family, breakup, cold!Alden, evil!Vivian, secrets and reveals (I don't mean to make Alden's parents as bad people, just very concerned parents who can not not get involved in his life?)

Words count: 5.6k

@novamariestark @mandy426 @sarakafarrah

Never too late ~ Alden Parker

Alden felt stupid. He knew it was a trap but he still went in, head first. And now, he was in a hospital bed, waking up for surgery, his arm strapped and completely useless. He felt groggy and nauseous. He opened his eyes just slightly, seeing two people in the room. He recognized his father's white hair, as it almost blinded him. And a few feet to the left, he thought he saw you. But before he could tell himself it was the anesthesia and drugs that made him hallucinate, he fell back to sleep.

"He fell back asleep, it'll take hours before he actually wakes up. Are you sure you want to stay here, sir?" You asked Roman.

"I'd prefer to talk to him before going home and sleeping."

Not that you wanted to kick Alden's father out of the room, after all he was more legitimate to be here than you were, but it made you pretty uncomfortable. Roman Parker never liked you, or at least, he never accepted you as his son's girlfriend. Clearly, he wanted his son to get back with his ex wife, and no matter who Alden was dating, he wasn't going to accept her. So, he never gave you a chance to win him over, to show him how much you loved his son and how serious the relationship was. Unfortunately, the ending and the breakup was probably the proof he needed that he was right and you were fairly sure that he told Alden 'I told you so'. You doubted Roman knew the entire truth.

You never imagined you'd find yourself in this situation, back by his side, worrying about him, caring and feeling all those things you thought were gone. But when the hospital called to inform you about Alden being rushed into surgery, you didn't think twice before getting on the road. It was a good thing Philadelphia is only three hours away from DC.

And there you were, sitting by the bed, checking up on him just to make sure he was breathing. Roman didn't have much to say and neither did you so the room was silent except for the machines attached to Alden. His team - whom you had never met - stopped by several times, one of them gave you his number so you could call when Alden was awake. Their case wasn't over just yet, so they still had a lot to do. But you could tell they really care about him, and you were happy he had some nice people around.

His eyes finally opened again. He was grumbling, and whining, and it took several attempts for him to focus on where he was. He saw his dad again, asleep in a chair across the room. "Dad," he called out with a raspy voice but Roman didn't move.

"He fell asleep not long ago," you said, getting closer to the bed and putting your hand on Alden's. He turned his face to look at you, confusion written all over it. "Hey, are you feeling?" You asked softly.

He blinked a few times, looked around, to his dad, the machines, and back to you. "I'm dreaming," he whispered. "Dad!"

"You're very much awake, Den." You pushed some hair off his face. "I'm here."

"You left." He said. You tried to figure out the emotions in his voice, but it was like there was none. It was just a plain statement, and unfortunately, it was true.

"Let's not do this now, okay? Do you need anything? Water?"

He shook his head no, and tried to move but he instantly growled in pain. "Stop touching me." He told you and you pulled your hands away.

"Want me to go get a nurse?"

"If you're insisting on doing something for me, wake up my dad and drive him home." His tone was cold, but could you blame him?

"I offered him a ride several times, he didn't want--"

"Wake him up."

You moved to Roman to wake him up. After the Parker men talked for a moment, his father finally agreed to be driven home by you. The entire ride was silent, except for his directions to the new retirement home. You didn't try to make conversation, the old man was clearly exhausted from spending very long hours in the hospital, worrying about his son's life. Before he left the car, you gave him your number and told him he could call the next day if he needed a ride. You were relieved that he took it without any hesitation.

You drove back to the hospital, but stopped to get some comfort food for Alden. He'd probably not want it, or at least not yet, but you wanted to do this for him. When you got into his room, he was drinking some water and the TV was on. He looked at you like he was seeing a ghost. "Hey," you softly said, putting the food down, "I got you some of your fav snacks."

He looked at the bag and then back to you. "Why are you here?"

"Where else would I be?" You answered, getting closer to his bed.

"Literally anywhere else but here." He paused, taking a deep breath. "How did you even know? I highly doubt my dad called you."

"I'm still your emergency contact."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll change that in the morning. Look, I'm alive okay? In a few weeks, my arm will be like new. So, you can leave now."

"Alden--" you tentatively tried to grab his free hand but stopped yourself when you heard him say, "No! You don't get to show up like this, after all this time, just because I got shot. You don't get to be nice to me, and try to take care of me. I'm a big boy. So you can do what you do, and leave. No need for a stupid note this time."

You stared at him for a short moment, tears threatening to fall. He was clearly avoiding your eyes, just looking at the ceiling. So, you simply grabbed your purse and started to walk towards the door. As your hand reached for the handle, you took a deep breath and turned around. "Believe it or not, but leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I didn't do it because I wanted to but because we were making each other miserable. All we did was fight, we couldn't agree on a single damn thing. Your parents--"

"Don't talk about my parents." He warned you.

"I'm sure they are nice people but they were mean to me, Alden. As much as you could argue with your father, you never had my back when it came to your mother."

"I said, don't." You saw the tears in his eyes at this moment.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You whispered softly, feeling for him and knowing just how much he loved his mother.

"Are you?" He finally snapped and looked directly at you. "Where the hell were you when she passed? Huh? You didn't call, you didn't send a single fucking text!"

"That's not true!" You defended yourself. "I sent you a care package and a long letter!"

"Oh, did you now? Must have gotten lost in the mail." He said, ironically. Clearly, he wasn't believing you. So you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to lock eyes with you again.

"I did." You assured him, knowing it was the damn truth. "I put some snacks in it, your fav bottle of wine, some flowers for your mom and a plant for you. I even put my Metallica hoodie that you always wanted to steal. Did you not get it?" It took him a moment to process before shaking his head no. "Well, have you moved since we--? Cause I sent it to the apartment on--"

"I didn't move."

"Then, I don't understand. I was informed it got delivered."

He stayed silent once more, and you knew he was trying to figure out what happened to that package. "There was no way I would learn about your mom and not do something, Alden. No matter how me and her didn't get along, I know she was the person you loved the most and I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you. I'm sorry you thought I didn't care or--"

"Not your fault for this one, I guess." He sighed. You noticed the tear that was rolling down his cheek and you couldn't help but to dry it with your thumb. Alden closed his eyes at the gesture, and you let your hand rest on his cheek for a moment. You leaned over and kissed his temple softly. "I never stopped caring," you whispered. "Your dad has my number if you want to reach out, otherwise I'll go back to Philly tomorrow night. Take care of yourself and please be careful next time."

You were hoping he would say something but he didn't. So you just left.

As you drove back to the motel, you wondered if you should've told him about everything that was in that care package and in your letter. You remembered every word that you wrote, how you explained why you didn't tell him about the pregnancy - cause he didn't want kids at his age and with his work, and that he was convinced you were having an affair, you were scared he'd think the baby wasn't his - but regretted it every day. Little Noah was still a tiny baby when you sent the package and the pictures, so told Alden he wouldn't remember not having his daddy the first three months of his life. Everything could be set on the right track. You'd come back to DC, do the co-parenting, or whatever. You poured your heart out in this letter, offered countless apologies, and solutions. Since you never got an answer, you figured Alden didn't want to know his son.

In the room, you found your two years old son sleeping on the big bed like a starfish, and your sister by his side, scrolling through her phone. When she saw you, she immediately got up and hugged you. "It didn't go well, did it?"

You told her everything since the last updates you gave her as she made some tea. Noah was deeply asleep, as you softly stroked his hair. "So, he still doesn't know about the little guy?"

You shook your head no, whipping your tears away. "All this time I thought he just didn't care."

"That's crazy. But what the fuck happened to the package?"

You shrugged. "Beats me." Noah moved in his sleep to get closer to you. "I guess I have to tell him again, now."

"Yeah. Face to face this time."

In the morning, Noah woke you up a little before 6am, which meant that you had barely slept for two hours. "It's too early baby, let's sleep a little more okay?"

"'Kay" he answered, but all he did was laying next to you, looking at you like you're the most wonderful thing in the world, and played with your face and hair. But eventually he asked for some milk, and neither of you went back to sleep. Around 9, you went to get breakfast to the diner with Noah and your sister. Your son was very curious about this new place, until he had some pancakes in front of him. Breakfast was going fine, until two people approached your table.

"Agent McGee, Agent Torres, hi!" You greeted them.

"Good morning, you can call us Tim and Nick."

"Alright, um this is my sister Jane, and um my--"

"Mommy! More syrup please?"

You couldn't lie, could you?

"My son, Noah." He barely said hi even after you asked him to, too focus on his food.

Tim started to tell you that they had just visited Alden and he was physically okay, while Nick added that for someone who can never shut up, he was extremely silent that morning. They also said that Jimmy Palmer went to pick up Alden's father to bring him to the hospital. You did your best to remain neutral to that information until they left with their order.

"What do you know about Nick?" Jane asked as soon as you sat back down. You laughed despite yourself, knowing that Nick Torres was exactly your sister's type.

You spent the morning walking around DC, or more specifically around the hospital where Alden was. You answered a phone call from your parents, let them talk with Noah for a bit, who was very happy about being with his mommy and his auntie and not at daycare. As you found a park for Noah to play, you and Jane sat on a bench. "They probably figured it out, you know." Jane said. "I mean, Noah is like Alden's clone. And what's the deal with the Parkers' hair anyways?"

You giggled softly, looking at your son from afar and yes, his head full of hair was all you could see.

"He's almost 3, J. They lost three damn years. Do you think Alden will forgive me? And--"

"Girl, that's not your fault that package didn't reach him! I bet some evil hands got on it!"

"What? Who? Who would do that?"

"His dad was pretty harsh with you--"

"No! I really don't think Roman would do something like this. The only way to know it was from me, was to read my letter. Roman wouldn't have opened the box in the first place."

"Fair enough. Then, was he dating someone back then?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

You looked at each other. You had to visit Alden again.

Your anxiety was so high as you reached for his room, you thought you may faint. Your heart was pounding so hard and fast, but there was no turning back now. You had to tell him, cause he never knew.

You walked into the room after Alden said to come in, breathing heavily. Alden had his bed on a sitting position, and he seemed more alert than the day before. Roman was in the chair next to the bed, and he did give you a slight nod, which you returned. You asked Alden how he was doing and he just mumbled that he was fine. You noticed some of the snacks you brought had been opened and it warmed your heart just a little.

"Why are you here again?" He asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but the door swung open - without a knock first - and the person you really didn't want to see was right there.

"Wow, I thought I was never going to make it!"

Completely ignoring you, Vivian circled the bed to give Roman a hug, before focusing on Alden. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, not earning any kind of reaction from him. You just stood there, staring until she finally looked up to you, “Oh, you.” she said. “What are you doing here?”

You tried to shut all of your thoughts and questions going through your mind and looked at Alden, “I need to talk to you,” you told him.

Before he could answer, Vivian spoke up, “Yeah well, it’s gonna have to wait. In case you didn’t notice, he got shot and–”

“Viv,” he exclaimed.

“What? She doesn’t have anything to do here, does she?”

You heard your name from Roman and looked at him, “I think you should leave.”

You looked at Alden again, hoping he’d say something, that he understood that you really needed to talk to him privately, but he just stayed silent. “Nothing changed.” you whispered before leaving.

You found the first restroom on your way and locked yourself in there to cry. Things were still as they were, he wouldn’t open his mouth to defend you, or at least ask his father to stand down and not get involved. And what the hell was Vivian doing there? Were they back together, or on their way to? You figured he’d eventually find someone, but if that someone was Vivian, that felt like a huge betrayal, as she was one of the reasons things didn’t work out between you and Alden. She was always there, his family never accepted the divorce and it always felt like she needed to have a hold on him. You remember one day when she cornered you and basically said the only reason Alden was dating you was because she let it happen, “If I ask him to get back together, trust me, he’ll leave on the spot.”

Once you had a hold on your emotions, you texted Jane to let her know you were on your way to them. Noah immediately rushed into your arms, asking if you could get some cupcakes, like his auntie promised.

“You have a serious problem with sugar, my love.”

“I love sugar!”

“Yeah, I got that.” you giggled.

It was late in the afternoon when you got a text from an unknown number. ‘You can come. -A’

You told Noah that you needed to visit your friend again, but this time, he was not having it. “Wanna come!” he kept saying, holding onto your neck with his tiny arms.

“You can’t, baby. But I won’t be long, okay?” he shook his head no in your neck. You still started to walk towards the hospital, trying to negotiate with your son.

“I got an idea,” Jane said, “What if you and I go to the shop and find a gift for mommy’s friend? And maybe you’ll find something for you too?”

Noah looked at his aunt and then you. He wasn’t very convinced about it but with one little push, he did agree to let go of you.

You were relieved to see Alden’s room empty except for him. He was standing with some casual clothes on him, a bag was at the end of the bed. “You’re being discharged already?”

“Yeah, I’ll not spend another night here.”

“Alden, are you sure it’s the right thing to do? What did your doctor say?”

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sighed and sat next to him.

“That package I sent you when your mom passed– there was a long letter with it.”

“Longer than your note?”

“Alden, please.” you looked up to him, with tears in your eyes.

“Sorry, but that–really hurt me. More than you know.”

“I can imagine,” you took a deep breath, “And I’m willing to hear all about it, even if you want to get angry at me and insult me, but right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“About that letter?”

“I told you a lot of things in this letter, including one very important thing.” You took your phone out of your pocket, unlocked it and went to the gallery. The last picture was one of Noah that you took a few hours early at the park. Eventually, you showed him the phone. He grabbed it with his free hand and stared at the picture of a moment. “Wh–who is that?”

“His name is Noah.” tears fell down your cheeks but you didn’t care. “He’s my son. And your son.” you said right above a whisper.

Alden’s head started to move left to right, tears were forming in his eyes but he didn’t take his eyes off the picture. He couldn’t believe it and you didn’t blame him. “Alden, I’m sorry.” you kissed his injured shoulder without thinking. “I was telling you in that letter about him, there was pictures too, and since I never heard from you, I thought you didn’t–”

“That I didn’t want to know my own child?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Did you seriously think that about me?”

“What else was I supposed to think?”

“My mom passed away a year after you left. Why wait that long? He was already born!”

“I know, I– I explained everything in the letter and–”

“Yeah well, I didn’t get that damn letter, okay? So why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” he stood up from the bed, and whined a bit as he uncontrollably tried to move his arm.

“You were so clear about not wanting kids and why, we couldn’t be around each other without fighting and I– I thought you were back with Vivian. Look, I made this decision out of heartbreak and I regretted it, okay? Which was why I reached out when your mom passed. I realized that anything could happen to you or to me, and Noah needed both his parents–”

Your phone, which was still in Alden’s hand, started to buzz. “Your sister,” he said, handing you the phone. As soon as you picked up, you could hear Noah crying, “SOS!” Jane said.

Alden was staring at you, and you knew he was able to hear. “I’m on my way, sis.” you hung up.

“They, um, they are down at the gift shop.”

“Your sister and–Noah?”

You nodded, standing up next to him. “Look, there’s no rush, we can–”

“Does he know? Who I am?”

You put your hand over his, the one stuck against his chest.

“He’s not asking deep questions yet, but he did ask about his daddy a few times and I couldn’t lie to him. He’s seen pictures of you, so he may recognize you.”

Alden took a few deep breaths, taking to stop himself from crying. “What did you say about me not–being there?”

“Daddy leaves away from us and can’t visit for now.”

“Better than ‘daddy doesn’t know you exist’.” he said, coldly.

“Alden,” you whispered.

“We have a lot to talk about, but– our son is crying.”

You couldn’t believe that you were on your way to your son with his father by your side. Noah was going to meet his daddy. Alden was going to meet his son. You didn’t think it would go this fast, even though you figured Alden would want to waste any more time. As you approached the gift shop, you uncontrollably grabbed his arm. “You should’ve let me hold your bag.” you said.

“My right arm is fine. Is that him?” You listened and heard little whimpers and a little kid’s voice.

“Yeah.” you breathed out.

As soon as Noah saw you, he ran. You picked him up, holding him tight in your arms. “What’s wrong, baby? What did auntie J do this time?”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” your sister interjected. “Alden,” she greeted the man who was staying a couple of feet away. He briefly looked at her but immediately got his eyes focused on his son again. His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall again.

“She said I could take just one teddy for your friend.”

“I said he didn’t need two of them. One was enough, wasn’t it, Alden?”

It was only then that Noah looked at his father. He stayed silent, just staring at him before looking at you and back at him. Then he approached his mouth to your ear, “He like daddy.”

“Cause it’s him, baby.”

Noah looked at Alden again. “You hurt, daddy?” he answered softly, like it was the most normal thing. Like it wasn’t the first time they were meeting each other.

It took a moment for Alden to answer. “I am, but it’ll be okay. Soon it’ll be like nothing happened.”

“What happen?”

“Huh, I fell and hurt my shoulder.”

“Need a hug?” He offered, since you strongly believed that hugs can solve a lot of things and it was something you were transferring to your son without doing it on purpose.

“I’d love a hug.”

Noah extended his arms, so you moved closer to Alden. “Careful with his shoulder, okay?” you warned him, but he was very thoughtful, only holding on his father’s neck. Then he kissed his cheek and rested his head on the right shoulder. You could see that Alden was fighting the urge to cry, just as you were. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there before, buddy. I’ll never leave you from now on.”

It was nearly impossible to take Noah off his dad after the initial meeting. Even in the car, he wanted to sit on his lap and only agreed to let go as long as daddy sat next to him. Your sister drove to your former apartment, but she needed to get back to Philly and work the following day. “Don’t worry, she’ll take my car if needed.” Alden told her when Jane asked how you’d get back home. You grabbed yours, Noah’s and Alden’s bags from the trunk before your sister said goodbye to the three of you before driving off.

Inside the apartment, Noah wanted to see every room. He asked a million questions to Alden about everything and nothing, and you had to translate a few times as daddy wasn’t familiar with Noah’s own language. His phone rang a few times but he completely ignored it, only focusing on his son and telling him everything he wanted to know. What you were feeling was indescribable.

When you told Noah that his dad needed to rest, he agreed to settle on the couch with him. “Is it okay if I make dinner now?” You asked Alden, “This little guy woke up at 6, and didn’t nap. Won’t take long until he gets grumpy.”

“Go ahead but I’m not sure my fridge has what you need. I can go get something?”

You looked inside the fridge as you heard your son asking his dad if they could watch Paw Patrol. You heard Alden’s confusion when he said sure, and giggled. “Where Netflix?”

“Oh, here.”

“Well, your fridge is indeed very sad. What do you want to eat, Nono?”

“Nuggies!”

“Why do I even ask?”

You grabbed your phone and settled next to Alden, placing the order while Noah explained Paw Patrol to his father.

A couple of hours later, both Noah and Alden were asleep on the couch. You obviously had to snap a few pictures, before picking up your son and bringing him to the bed in the guest room. “Put him on my bed, it’s comfier.” Alden said, half sleep.

“Okay, but I have to stay next to him, he could roll over.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

You placed Noah in the middle of the big bed, got rid of your jeans, socks and bra. Alden got in before you could get under the sheets, and clearly checked out your legs. “Could you be more subtle?”

“I know and remember your body like it was yesterday.”

You chose not to answer, “Do you need to keep the sling?”

“Yeah, for at least a week.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I took the entire week off work.”

“Doesn’t matter, since you’re gonna quit anyway. You’re not going back to Philadelphia.”

As Noah slept between the two of you, Alden asked many questions about your son; his birthday, favorite food, what he likes to do, if he has allergies or health issues, etc. You answered everything, gave him as much info as possible. “And um, does he have a father figure in his life?”

“Is this your way to ask me if I'm dating someone?”

“Maybe. Are you?”

“No. His only father figures are my dad and my uncle. Are you dating Vivian?”

Alden chuckled. “Are we doing this again?”

“Considering what I saw earlier–”

“I'm not dating her or anyone else. I'll admit I hooked up with her a few times over the last few years, but–”

“Great!” You sighed.

“You're gonna tell me that you haven't been with anyone since–?”

“The last time I had sex was probably the night we conceived this tiny human.” You looked down at Noah and played with his hair.

“Oh,”

It was silent for a moment. Alden wanted to get on his side, play with Noah's hair too, reach out for you, but with his arm, he could only lay down on his back and that frustrated him. “What was your breaking point?” He asked, eventually. “Why did you leave that day? And not talk to me?”

“I knew if I talked to you, I wouldn't go through with it. And it was something in particular that made me leave, I was–exhausted. Of the fights, the arguments, the jealousy, and suspicion. It was like we didn't trust each other anymore, for anything. And–” your voice broke. “Maybe it's stupid, but you didn't want to marry me, you didn't want to have kids with me so I just thought – I was temporary.”

“We lived together. That was a huge commitment for me.”

“Exactly. It was huge for you, while it was just natural for me.”

“Okay, I get that. And I'm sorry I made you feel this way.” He turned his face to look at you. He could only make out some of your features. “I was truly and madly in love with you. But I guess I only realized it once you were gone. And then I was so mad at you for leaving.” It was his voice that broke.

“I can't blame you for that part.” You cried. “Do you think it's too late?”

“Too late for what?”

“...Us?”

“It's never too late.”

Eventually you both fell asleep, exhausted physically and mentally.

Of course, you were both awakened by Noah. First, he cuddled and called out for you. “Hey, baby, good morning!” You said, eyes still closed, holding him against you.

“Daddy's snoring.” You listened closely and indeed Alden was snoring. Crazy as it was, you missed that sound very much. “Like pop.”

You giggled, “Not as loud as pop, though!”

“No! Wake him?”

“Hold on,” you grabbed your phone to check what time it was, 7:30am. Alden probably needed more sleep, so you convinced Noah to help you prepare breakfast for daddy and wake him up after. Luckily, there was some eggs and bacon, and pancake batter in the kitchen and in the end, you prepared breakfast while Noah logged on Netflix by himself. It was almost ready when there were some knocks at the door. You opened to find Roman and Vivian, holding what seemed to be breakfast.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, shocked.

“Making breakfast,” you gave her your best fake smile. “Good morning, Roman.”

“Is my son awake?”

“Not yet, I thought he needed–”

Vivian practically pushed you out of her way to get in. You obviously let Roman get inside too. “What is that?” She said, pointing at Noah.

“My son.” You all heard. Alden barely walked into the living area that Noah was running into his arms.

“Morning, daddy!”

“Good morning, buddy.”

“You snore!”

“I do not!” Alden laughed.

The boys didn't have more time as Vivian raised her voice, asking what was going on. You noticed Roman sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at your son, his grandson. “Go watch your show, baby, and we'll have breakfast, okay?”

Then he told everyone to follow him inside the greenhouse. “Don't act so shocked, Vivian.” Was the first thing Alden said. “You knew about Noah.”

“What? You're crazy, how would I–?”

“I remembered a few days after mom passed, you bringing me my favorite snacks, wine, a plant, and flowers.” The exact content of your package. “What did you do with the hoodie and the letter?”

“I don't– I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“The only reason I'm staying calm right now is because my son is in the next room, but look at me and listen to me. I never want to see you again, so you're gonna disappear from my life and my father's. Meaning that from the moment you walk out that door, you will not text or call him, or any other members of my family. And if I learn that you didn't respect that, I'll be far less gentle. Am I clear?”

“Alden, listen–”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

She was crying and trying to get Alden to listen to her, but he only grabbed your waist and held you close to him. When she turned to Roman, hoping he'd listen and defend her, the older man simply told her to leave. Eventually, she did, using the greenhouse's door.

Alden held you tighter, kissing your temple softly. “Dad,”

“Can I meet him? What's his name?”

Noah was very happy to have another grandpa. And it was amazing to see how Roman was doing his best to give him a very good first impression. You all had breakfast together, and you mostly stayed silent, just being overwhelmed about the Parkers boys getting to know one another. After eating, Noah wanted to show Paw Patrol to his grandfather, and Alden took this opportunity to take you to the bedroom. He didn't waste any second before kissing you deeply and intensely. You returned it immediately, holding onto his hair. Feeling like you were breathing again, you only stopped kissing when you heard him making a sound of pain. “My shoulder,” he said.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't–”

“It's okay,” he smiled. “It's worth it.”

He kissed you again, trapping you between the door and his body. “Fuck, I missed you.” He growled.

“Missed you more.”

“We can't do this right now, can we?” He chuckled, out of breath.

“Oh baby, it's gonna be tricky for us to have some privacy now.”

“It's fine. I'm taking all the pros and cons.” He kissed your forehead, “I'm taking you and our little boy. I'm taking it all.”

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husband!jungkook drabble #01

❧ pairings: jungkook x f!reader

❧ genre/warnings: fluff, established relationship, pregnant!reader

❧ word count: 541 words

a/n: i came across a post where someone overheard a couple arguing and the pregnant lady said that she's right because she has two brains and he only has one. 😭 lower case intended. not proofread.

jungkook's been taking care of you more ever since you both found out that you're pregnant.

making you drink a cup of tea before bed so you'll sleep better despite you still being able to sleep just fine, massaging your feet even though you stayed at home the whole day and didn't do much walking, doing the dishes all the time because what if you suddenly feel nauseous when washing the plates and you fall and hit your head? a bit dramatic but he argues that prevention is better than cure. it was nice at first, you love your husband very much. but you're so bored! you still go out for walks, but only when he's with you. you understand him, of course, he just wants to show you how much he values you and your baby.

and then you find out that you're not only having a baby, it's actually babies! twins! you're having twins and jungkook can't stop himself from tearing up a bit at the thought that in a year or two, you're gonna have a mini you or mini him or even better, mini both of you's wobbling around your home, trying their very best to learn how to walk with their adorable little legs.

you're 26 weeks pregnant now and just like always, jungkook's all over you. the side of his handsome face is currently pressed on your very pregnant belly, reading a book you bought two months ago. he read somewhere that talking to your babies while their still in the womb is good, you feel like your babies actually like hearing his voice. you do, too.

you want to go to sleep already but he wants to finish the book, he told you that it'll be 5 minutes more 20 minutes ago. you guess all that cooing and kissing at your stomach is delaying him much more than you like.

"jungkook~" you whine.

"what is it, love? do you want your tea now?" he asks you affectionately.

"nooooo, i wanna sleep now!"

"but you'll sleep much better if you have your tea." he argues and sits up to rub your back up and down.

"i could've been deep in my sleep already if you agreed to continue reading that story tomorrow!"

"you can't know that." he responds with a pout.

"yes, i can! i have three brains and you have one!"

jungkook stutters at your argument, mind going blank for a moment before letting out a chuckle.

"i'm sorry, love. i should've known my place. my single brain is nothing against your triple brain." he tucks a hair behind your ear and showers kisses all over your face.

content with his response, you let him tuck you in and hold you close to his chest from behind.

with your three brains, you manage to get him to back off a little, he lets you wash the dishes sometimes when you insist, you don't want to do it all the time of course. seriously, no one wants that! he divides the story he reads to your babies in two parts. feet massages are needed often now so you welcome it with no complaints.

you thank your lucky stars that you have him as your husband.

#jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #husband!jungkook #bts scenarios #bts x reader #jungkook scenarios

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 10 months

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P&C | Ch. 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight

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“Okay, that’s going to be an hour,” I say, pressing the power button. Finally, I made eye contact with Jungkook, who was now busy smelling the fabric softener in my basket.

“Hhmm, peaches, that’s why you smell so nice,” he grins softly, meeting my eyes. I hide my flustered state with a giggle and pack up. Hoping that something comes up so he can leave, I ask if he has any plans for tonight. He shakes his head.

“Nope, which reminds me, there's going to be a welcome party at one of the frat houses, you should come,” he says, his doe eyes sparkling under the basement lights. I genuinely try to give it a chance, but the mere thought of another party is making me nauseous.

“Oh no thank you, I really should just stay back and focus on school,” I reply with a soft smile, hoping he would get the hint.

“Come on Mira, it's only the second week. Plus, Jiah and Jimin will be there as well.” Jungkook says, not breaking our eye contact.

“Well, I'll think about it, but thank you again for the invitation. Anyways, why are you so determined to make me go?” I laugh, flipping my hair to the side feeling my ego rise as we speak.

“Have you become obsessed with me already?” I tease.

“Relax Kenough, I want to redeem myself from the last party. That was sleep-deprived Jungkook,” he scoffs, leaning back on the laundry machine.

“Ok ok well, can't wait to see your redemption arc,” I tease, sticking out my tongue as I make my way to the exit door. Jungkook follows behind.

When Jungkook said he didn't have any plans for tonight he really meant it. For the next hour, we just walked around campus and talked about our life before university. He was in a band with Tae and Jimin when they were in high school called, Bulletproof Boys. I had to laugh.

“And you dared to make fun of my shirt?” I cackle, trying to maintain my composure at the goofy name.

“YAH! That was the best option, be glad we didn't go with Tae's idea, The JJV” he quickly scoffs back, stuttering from frustration. I can't help but begin to hiccup from all the laughing.

“JJV? That sounds like a disease … or a cult. Did you guys even want to attract girls or …?” I giggle, looking him dead in the eyes. He pushes me gently before sitting on the bench in front of the dorm building.

“So, have you decided yet?” Jungkook quickly changes the subject as I take a seat beside him. Amid the giggles, I look up at him with confusion.

“Oh, you meant the party? I mean sure, I guess, I'm feeling better now. Anyways, who would want to miss out on the opportunity of seeing a not sleep-deprived Jungkook?” I smile at him, sticking out my tongue.

“Be careful Miraya, you might manifest something,” he leans in, giving me a grin. I pretend to puke and walk to the entrance. Again, Jungkook follows like a puppy, teeth peeking through his soft smile.

7:00 p.m.

Jiah: Hey lovely, are you almost ready? I’ll pick you up in about 15 mins.

I look down at my phone, hair still in rollers as I touch up my makeup. My body tenses up, nerves are at an all-time high. I’m still not 100% sure about going but evidently, it’s too late now. What’s the big deal? It’s just going to be me and Jiah, Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. Stop it, Mira. I dismiss the tension and quickly fix up my hairdo with a layer of hairspray.

We were at the destination within the next hour, both of us looking great as usual. Jiah wore her new mini silk dress with a sweetheart neckline. Hair in a half-up, half-down style she was giving sexy princess vibes. I was contemplating between two options but decided to go with a black ruffle mini-dress with my knee-high boots, leaving my hair down in soft curls. Borderline looking like I planned on cosplaying someone from Pirates of the Caribbean, but hey, it looked good so who am I to change?

The welcome party was set at a huge frat house. Very surreal as I’ve never seen one in real life, let alone stepped foot into it. After leaving our Uber, I could see the mob of people flowing in through the entrance door lit by bright neon lights. Jiah gives me a reassuring smile as we blend into the madness.

“Hey, girls!” I hear Jimin’s voice waving from across the room. Jiah waves back as we try to make it through the crowd of people, some of whom are already tipsy while others are too busy busting down moves on the dance floor. The whole place smells of alcohol and a mix of every perfume you can think of.

“Hi baby,” Jiah melts into Jimin’s embrace as I say hi to the rest of the guys.

“Hey Flip-flops, don’t you look nice?” I hear Tae’s tease as he salutes a hello. My eyes can’t help but roll, as I giggle at him.

“Hey Tae, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” I grin with a soft smile. We spend some time catching up before I ask about Jungkook’s whereabouts.

“He should be by the food table, said he was going to get us drinks,” Tae replies as I nod and excuse myself before heading to the said place.

It was like looking for Waldo, everyone looked identical under the dim lights. Before heading back to the group with a plate full of various snacks, I’m halted by the feel of a hand on my shoulder.

“Hi Peaches” Jungkook whispers into my ear. My eyes widen as he smiles back, his doe eyes somehow still sparkling.

“Oh, peaches?” I giggle raising my right eyebrow.

“What? Tae can call you flip-flops but you draw the line on peaches?” he grins, leaning back on the table, taking the plates off of my hands. I try to talk back but he is already walking back to the group, looking back at my appalled state.

So far the party was nice, we talked, or should I say gossiped, ate lots of food, and drank. I am not intrigued by the idea of alcohol, but it fits the theme tonight so I let loose. However, from the few instances that I did consume it, I can definitely say I’m a light drinker. The phenomenon proved itself once again, as I found myself swaying on the dance floor after two tequila cocktails. Jiah and Jimin decided to take a breather outside, while Tae was busy playing beer pong with his other buddies.

“Please don’t stop the music … music … music,” I muttered under my breath as Rihana blasted on the speaker. With my hands in the air and eyes closed my body gave into the ambience. Before I could mutter the next lyric I was interrupted by Jungkook’s presence.

“There you are, baby,” he says, his body filling the space between us. His hands pretend to rest on my waistline, cautious to not make actual contact.

“Baby?” I question, looking up at his concentrated face. My eyes are hazed, lids heavy as I try to make out what is happening.

“It was either that or some random stranger disturbing you,” he whispers into my ear, as I feel his lip ring on my skin. I was too drunk to even notice the guy in question, but something about Jungkook’s protective side made me step closer.

“I like baby more than peaches,” I tip-toe, trying to reach his ear, placing my hands on his broad shoulders. Within a split second, my sober consciousness revokes my action, backing away as my gaze lowers to the floor. I try to shake my head before letting out a soft sorry.

Jungkook steps closer and lifts my chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes meet mine as he lets out a little chuckle.

“You can be my baby for tonight,” he reassures, knowing dam well that he would be dead on a stick if I was sober. However, right now, neither of us protest the tension as our bodies groove with the music. My hands are once again on his shoulders, as he gently pulls me closer by the waist. Eyes locked on each other, the room becomes silent. For a moment, it was just the two of us.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he whispers into my ear as I lean my head on his chest, feeling the fatigue build up. I try to reply with a soft thank you before feeling my heavy lids close. Jungkook’s hold on my body becomes firmer, as I melt into his embrace, the smell of his cologne blending in with my perfume.

Before he could check on my state, Jungkook was interrupted by a bright flash coming from Tae’s phone camera. His boxy smile grows wider when he analyzes the situation on the dance floor. Pocking out his tongue he teases Jungkook with the photo, before taking a sip of water in hopes of sobering up.

“How did this happen?” Tae chuckles, trying to see if I was still awake. His hands inches away from moving some stands of hair out of my face before being interrupted by Jungkook tsk. Tae shakes his head, raises his hands and backs away with a wide smile, rolling his eyes.

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Hi, can i request Narancia Ghigra with the prompt 56?

I changed the Prompt lightly because his Stand fits very well with this. Also, studies have started once again for me so expect slower updates since I'm going to be busy.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Prompt 56

You had miscalculated. You hadn't known that he would return a whole two hours earlier than he had just told you this morning, the prospect of leaving you clearly upsetting him. Because if you would have known, you would have planned everything differently. Painstaking days of scheming how to escape from the mobster, indulging him in his delusions to earn his trust, sneaking around the house to carefully collect and hide the things you would need to break free.

Practicing how to pick open locks when he was gone so that everything would go smoothly the next time he would have to leave you for his next mission. Successfully convincing him to only lock up the doors, a minimum of security. All this hard work, all the act of being nice to him. Only for him to prove to you once again that you truly couldn't count on him.

A fleeting image of colors was all he could see from the corner of his eyes when he returned before it disappeared into the dark streets, leaving him standing there shocked for a second or two before his purple eyes shifted to your home. The door gaping wide open, a sloppy move you wouldn't have committed if he had just come back home later, only leaving you with the option to run as fast as you could.

One second of silence. Two seconds of silence. Three seconds of silence.

"(y/n)!! (y/n), please don't do this!!"

Lowly dimmed street lanters which barely allowed you to figure out where you were even going. To you that didn't matter though as long as you could get away from him and out of this town as soon as possible. It was your only goal.

At night the streets reminded you of a maze more than anything, you took countless turns left and right to shake your pursuer off, the quickening footsteps behind you and the hysteric cries ringing in your ears fueling you on. Long forgotten had been your plan to try to find the outskirts of the town as you lost count of how many times you turned left and right, running blindly around. It seemed to pay off though as eventually the footsteps behind you faded and so did his voice yet you still didn't dare to turn around. Your legs just kept on running and running until eventually you stopped, feeling nauseous and dizzy all together as you leaned against one of the walls, heart burning in your chest and your ears ringing. You couldn't allow yourself to rest though as you quickly looked around, eyes squinting together as you tried to spot even the slightest hint of Narancia around you.

Only darkness seemed to be there though. Darkness and utter silence. The silence should have been soothing but in this situation it frightened you as the abyss of any noises was nearly deafening, causing your own heartbeat to sound like thunder. Moments of silence passed by where you flinched even at the slightest of sounds yet nothing happened.

Had you lost him? If yes, would it be wiser to continue running or stay for now here and wait? What if he would find you again if you were to continue running? But he could just as well catch you if you would stay still.

Making a decision had never seemed more difficult to you than right now as you stood there, pressed against a wall and thinking about what would be the best move. Every time you were a milisecond away from making up your mind, doubts started to fill your mind again, plunging you back into the dangerous circle of overthinking. Your freedom depended on this situation, an insane pressure.

"(y/n)! (y/n), you're here, aren't you?"

Your train of thoughts was shattered when you heard his voice, sounding out of breath and indicating that he must have run around like a maniac this entire time. His voice didn't sound too far away and you knew almost instantly that if you would try to run away now, he would most definitely spot you. He was surely out of breath but you were quite tired yourself and not confident that you could outrun him.

So you did the nextbest thing to hide from him as you moved deeper into the alleyway, back pressed against the wall so you wouldn't be spotted by him. There were no lights at all and your heart dropped when you realized that you had entered a dead end, your leg bumping against something solid. When the smell hit your nose, you knew that it was a trash can. You quickly crawled around it, making yourself as small as possible to not be seen if Narancia would pass this alleyway by. It was terribly frustrating but the only thing you could do now was praying, praying that he wouldn't check out this small passage. All your plans thrown out of the window and wasted thoughts only, now all you could do was rely on luck. It was unfair.

He had gotten quieter and that scared you, you could only make out his footsteps from somewhere near you yet he didn't utter a sound anymore, focused.

"(y/n), let's-let's just talk about this all, alright? I'm sorry if I did something to anger you. But if you just tell me what made you so upset, I'll try to make you happy again and fix the problem."

Your problem was Narancia himself but you knew that he would never accept your truth as his own obsession kept him from realizing the truth. He was demented.

"Sweetheart...where are you hiding? Come out, come out, wherever you are."

He was met with the same deafening silence, one that consumed this night as not even a breeze was heard.

"Babe, please don't do this. I don't want to use ropes and handcuffs again to tie you down when I'm gone."

Your wrists throbbed upon recalling the rough material against your sensitive skin, peeling it away and leaving you with burning marks at the end of he day. Narancia had never intended to harm you but then again, he had also been the one who had kidnapped you and had tied you up in the first place so you had little sympathy when he apologized with tears in his eyes, trying clumsily to bandage your wounds and apply ointment on it to help the healing process.

You gave no answer, only made yourself smaller. You didn't want to return. You simply couldn't.

He had stopped moving, you could tell by the absence of footsteps which spiked your anxiety. He was standing in front of the alleyway, an unknown sensation crawling up your spine that caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, your hair standing just as much on edge as your nerves did in that moment.

"I'll find you anyways. I can see your breathing."

What did he mean by that? You didn't know but you felt yourself only that far away from crying when you heard him stepping into the alleyway as the feeling of defeat settled in. He had found you. You didn't know how and why but you knew he had even before he spoke up with a shaky tone.

"Let's stop this and just go home together, okay?"

You remained frozen in your position though, a wave of despair crushing you as you bit down on the insides of your cheeks infuriated. You had failed.

#yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo no kimyou na bouken #yandere jjba #yandere golden wind #yandere narancia #yandere narancia ghirga

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aleksa-sims · 9 months

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RL Simself Story

Finally arrived at home after a long day at the hospital. N. & I had planned to see each other later, but we'll catch up on our date tomorrow. I was so tired... My family was exciting waiting for me at home. My Mom made dinner. She and Ana immediately wanted to see my Baby's first Ultrasound pic.

My Mom took my Baby's pic and hung it up on the wall next to Ana’s and my photo in a empty, nice frame, where Daniel's & my pic was before.😔 A nice gesture to show me, that she is happy about my Baby. Though the situation was still a bit tense. My Dad wasn’t upset or anything, but he usually didn’t say anything, when we talked about Nico's & my Baby. He was also happy for me, supported me and all this, but he was more reserved when it came to my pregnancy. He was worried about my Baby’s development & health due to the meds I was taking.🙁

After dinner I played with my cat. Ana & I constantly took pics of Lucky. He’s so cute, he really enjoed posing for us. Lucky loved it at my parent's place. He was so happy here. Meanwhile it became his new home.

I missed my room & my bed, while I was at my grandparents. Here it's just more comfortable for me. My bedding smelled wonderful. Soft & pleasantly fresh. Idk how my Mom does it, but she, her/our home and stuff, always smells perfect. I was even often asked at work by co-workers, who sat next to me in the office, what kind of nice smell this is on my clothes? Anyway! Even though I slept well, the next morning I didn't feel good.

I realized that I usually felt nauseous in the morning after waking up since I was pregnant. I had to eat something to get rid of my nausea. I just didn't know that yet at that time. My Mom heard me in the bathroom. I coughed and choked, my stomach was empty but my body still reflexively tried to throw up. Anyone who’s ever been pregnant knows what I mean. However, after I was.... done, I was totally exhausted but I felt a relief. As I washed my hands, my Mom came to me in the bathroom. She immediately started scrubbing the toilet.😅🤦‍♀️She's such a neat FREAK!

Me: Mom? What are you doing? I was just about to clean the toilet.

Mom: It's ok. You can take a shower so you will still have enough time for breakfast before going to work. I just wanna help you... I know how you feel rn. It's.... not fair.

Me: Not fair? What do you mean?

Mom: Well, having a child... Everything always stucks with us women. Pregnancy, delivery and even later. But you're not alone, A. Your Dad are there.

Me: I know. Thanks. But N. will help me too. He wants that.

Mom: Why isn’t he with you? He promised to be there for you. But to me it seems... Nico doesn’t add anything to all this. I mean... your Baby will need a room, a bed, a stroller and many other little things. Like I said, your Dad and I will handle all this. But I think Nico or his parents should add something too. They are doing a lot better financially than us, A. I hope you don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to argue with you or him. But you should tell his Mom. They need to know you’re pregnant. He will soon have to go abroad again. His parents should also help a bit.

Me: You're right! I'm gonna talk to him later. But about N. & me, you're wrong! It was my fault.

Mom: When he was sleeping with you, he didn’t mind you being married. Now that it’s getting serious, you’re pregnant, he suddenly got doubts?

Me: Yea, that's right. He'd say I failed him. He trusted me, but I hesitated with the divorce. You know?

Mom: Look, I’m staying out of your.... relationship. But some important details, you should make clear to him!... For Nico nothing has really changed. He will continue to play soccer, live abroad and you will be here alone with your child. Make sure he will support you financially! Tell his family, A.!

And again, my Mom was right! 🙁I'll be here alone. I have to sort all these things out with him. We don’t have much time left. Only 2 months! In September he has to go back abroad.

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totallyexhausted · 4 months

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In the End, I'm Still a Loser (Snippet)

Basically holding myself accountable for doing some writing after a year and a half of silence. This is a sickfic with Kagi getting wrecked - it's definitely still in progress and rough so fyi (im sorry); im also working on that Hirano sickfic with his parents (there's this fight scene that im just *chef's kiss*). Anyway... please give me motivation Writing Gods!!

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If Kagiura were being honest, he knew he should have taken Hirano’s advice this morning and stayed at the dorms… but their first game was in two weeks, and given the teenager had just made Starter, Kagiura didn’t want to ruin his chances the rest of the season by missing practice. He should have seen it coming, really. After all, he’d exhausted himself over the last few weeks with cramming, practice, and stressing over what would happen if he wasn’t roommates with Hirano the following term. The temperature change, going from hot to freezing, hadn’t helped anything either… thus, the ever-knowing fact, blessed by big tonsils, that Kagiura got sick easily.

So, the cough that slowly built until he sounded like he smoked and the sore throat that hurt every time he swallowed, wasn’t surprising. The headache, fever and nausea, was. And then this morning, he just had to go and prove he was okay, to a roommate who seemed to know everything, and drag himself out of bed.

Morning practice wasn’t as bad as Kagiura originally thought it’d be. The brisk air felt nice against his skin as they were forced to run laps in order to “wake up” for the practice game later. And with running, Kagiura could pretty much zone out and daydream. So, morning practice wasn’t bad. Running into Hirano several times in the hallway, dodging the older’s concerned glances, wasn’t bad. Hell, even classes weren’t that bad… despite the fact that Niibashi harassed him to see the nurse, and the 16-year-old fell asleep during two separate lectures. The practice game after school, however, took a severe left turn.

Kagiura had done well for the first 15 minutes… but as it turned out, 15 minutes was all his body was willing to give. He started stumbling, throwing crappy passes, wincing every time someone yelled too loud or feeling nauseous every time someone shoved into him. Even worse, he started missing shots. His teammates kept giving him weird looks, but it wasn’t until he tripped over his own two feet, slamming into the pole when someone accidentally nudged him too hard, that the Coach pulled him out and demanded he run laps the rest of the game. It was humiliating, and if anyone had any doubts about Kagiura being selected as a Starter for the upcoming game; the teenager had sure as hell fanned the flames, so to speak.

By the time the game was called, it’d started raining, and the 16-year-old was pretty sure he was going in for a rough night. His headache had traveled across his nose and cheekbones, making the nausea and lightheadedness worse. His throat hurt to swallow, let alone, talk, and despite being an athlete, he was out of breath – which only brought about further coughing. And to top it all off, Kagiura was pretty sure he had a fucking fever because he felt hot and sweaty despite the cold air surrounding him. All-in-all, he really should have taken Hirano’s advice.

The 16-year-old groaned as he glanced up slowly as the Announcer called the next train. He really wanted to get back to the dorms and sleep off whatever the hell was wrong with him… and if any luck, he’ll feel better tomorrow – and maybe listen to Hirano this time and skip school. It was a simple enough task, getting back to the dorms. But the rain and freezing cold had made it harder, and the dizziness that faded in and out every couple of minutes, sickening. Passing out or puking again would make venturing back to the dorms so much more difficult.

Walking up the stairs to the station fucking sucked, and Kagiura still had another 15 minutes of walking before he reached the dorms. What a pain. The teenager swallowed, running hand through his sweaty hair before standing as a train approached. He stumbled slightly, closing his eyes as the it sped past before sitting back down slowly. The station tipped, and the 16-year-old pressed his forehead against his folded forearms, waiting for the dizziness to subside. Shit. He couldn’t even watch the train go by without getting dizzy. Was that even his train? What station was he even at anyway?

He took a deep breath, coughing several times into the sleeve of his coat as he heard the train leave. This really sucked. He hadn’t felt this bad earlier; sure, he felt sick, but it wasn’t this bad… then again, he had pushed himself through the day, not to mention the last few weeks because he didn’t want a new roommate. He wanted another year, one more year, with Hirano, as his roommate. One more year to convince Hirano that the teenager loved him, that they could date. One more year for the 16-year-old to get the older to fall in love with him. One more year for Hirano to think about Kagiura’s confession. One more year. That’s all he needed; that’s all he wanted. One more year with Hirano. How selfish…

Kagiura flinched as his phone vibrated in his pocket, swallowing lightly as he pulled the device, smiling softly as his roommate’s name flashed across the screen. Despite how shitty he felt right now, the older always made it better. He always made the younger happy, even seeing him, even saying his name… made everything better.

“H-hello?”

The 16-year-old grimaced as his voice came out gruff and hoarse. He could barely freaking talk and the damn cough drops he’d been going through the last couple of days had done nothing. He cleared his throat carefully, resisting the urge to cough as Hirano’s voice bled through the speaker, “Kagiura! Where the hell are you? It’s almost curfew!”

“What? I-”

Kagiura glanced up quickly, pulling the phone away as he coughed several times before scrubbing at his eyes as he waited for his vision to clear. Almost curfew!? He’d closed his eyes for a few minutes, sure… but hours? The teenager groaned loudly as he glanced at the clock on the wall. Fuck. Hirano was right, it was almost curfew. Kagiura had fallen asleep at the freaking station. Which station again?

“Kagiura?”

The 16-year-old jerked his head towards the phone again, trying to clear his throat as a shiver ran through him. Thunder clapped outside, and Kagiura glanced down at his shoes, scuff marks tearing across once white shoes. He still felt like shit, and sleeping had done nothing to ease his headache or stomach…

“Are you okay?

Kagiura winced as Hirano’s met him, low and soft… gentle. It was comforting really. And the teenager wanted nothing but to crawl into that comfort right now… to be surrounded by it. He paused momentarily, sneezing, before inhaling slowly, “H-Hirano?”

“Kagiura, what’s wrong? Your voice is rough as hell. You okay?”

All that concern. All that worry. It was overwhelming. It was familiar, warm and safe… and it made Kagiura’s heart race. He drew in another slow breath, his voice cracking halfway through, “Hirano… could you come get me? I-I mean, walk back to the- the dorms with me?”

Silence filled the other end, and the teenager scrubbed his eyes again, realizing tears were forming. God, he was fucking exhausted. He felt miserable… and to make matters worse, he was getting emotional. He always got emotional when he was overly tired. Kagiura already had a hard time getting Hirano to see him as his equal, and now, now he was going to see the 16-year-old as a child again – all Kagiura’s hard work undone by some stupid illness.

“Where are you, Kagi-kun?”

Kagi-kun. The familiar nickname the younger had come to love. The nickname reserved for Hirano’s lips only… one that made the younger special to the 17-year-old. One that almost claimed him. Kagiura wiped his face again as he kept his gaze down, his head resting against his forearm again as a train came to a loud halt and noisy passengers exited.

“The station,” the teenager coughed in his elbow again before clearing his throat as Hirano sighed, “Okay… I need more information, idiot. Which station?”

The Announcer blared overhead as the doors on the train closed, the lights flickering as rain started pelting against the windows. Kagiura glanced up, meeting several pairs of passing strangers, each giving him a worried look. Shit. Did he really look that bad? His face was probably red from leaning down, and he was definitely sweating… he probably still had tears in his eyes so that most likely didn’t help. He was a mess… Hirano was going to see him… like… this…

“Hirano, actually, I-”

The Announcer blared over the speaker as the train left slowly, and Kagiura turned his attention back towards the phone as Hirano called his name, “Nevermind, Kagiura, I heard. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

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dangandisiacs · 1 year

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“sickly sweet.” nagito komaeda + reader

cw: emetophobia, gender neutral reader, sick fic

a/n this isn’t fetish i swear :p also i’m not right in the head - sort of long? kinda gross lolz. this is depraved as hell.

- mod phenomena

The past few days had been difficult. Nagito had caught a bad case of the flu. (no matter how many times he assured you he could take perfect care of himself, you stayed anyway.) Whatever he had, you had too. Miraculously, you hadn't come down with a single sniffle. Disregarding the concerns of something more serious, he seemed to be perfectly honest.

The bedside table you shared was littered with all sorts of pharmaceutical paraphernalia. (anything but the casual KY lubricant that had been pushed to the side.) "You don't have to do that." Nagito's raw voice pitied you from your side. "I don't have to." You reasoned, tilting your head to meet your poor love. His chapped lips quivered open to speak, but you were quick to interrupt. "I want to." You smiled. (not taking any of his words too seriously.) You scooted in closer, residing just by him on the bed. Your thigh would rub against his clothed hip, unknowingly teasing him with what he had been deprived of. (only a few days?! that was far too long. even the sight of your pretty face was enough to make him worse.) Your movements were careful and slow. You hadn't rushed a thing. You put tender care into everything you were doing.

You pressed the wet cloth you had recently ringed out against his cheek, carefully patting off any of that sticky sweat. "A fever you can't sweat out, huh?" You frowned, bringing it up to his forehead. Nagito lifted his wrist to feel for your fingers, pressing it against yours.

(a soft hum from him when feeling your warm skin. the only thing separating your pretty hands from his forehead was something that would actually make him feel better.) "Why don't you leave me here? .. I'd certainly die happy. Intensely happy." He worked himself up, using whatever voice he had left to tell you that. He feebly sat up more in an attempt to continue this delirious nonsense. (it was sweet.)

"Nagito, You don't mean that." You poorly hid your smile, pulling the cloth from his forehead. It was hard to discern what was cool water and what was warm sweat. (leaving stray hairs to stick to the washed-out skin. he looked terribly feverish. but still pretty to you..) "I wouldn't lie to you. I'd be so happy to die this way ... at your hand.." He continued, wheezing out a raspy laugh. "At your care .. Out of the pure kindness within you. You pity me.." His voice softened at the end of that sentence.

"No. I don't pity you, Nagito." You assured, focusing on the thermometer you had sifted out from the bedside table. "You do pity me. You only do this with me because you look down on me. " He craned his sore neck down, groggily leaning against your arm. You patted his bare back, rubbing the palm of your hand against the sweat-drenched skin. Indefinitely burning hot. (hadn't you gotten used to this?) "I'm ruining this .. This could be the last time we ever speak?!" He leaned off of you with pure devastation striking his sickly being. (each time he sat up, he felt so nauseous! but speaking to you was more important.)

"It's not .. " You let out a hitched breath, running your fingers up his spine. (a pathetic groan from him. (rejection of your words? he was putty in your hands every time you touched him. that was nothing new.) “Sweet - You're gonna make yourself sick." You pressed your free hand to his chest, gently pushing his back to the properly set up pillows. "Hahah.. y/n is so nice to me." He giggled to himself. Though he did comply with you. He took in deep breaths, glancing down at the hand pressed against his warm chest. You didn't need a thermometer to know the extent of his fever. (healthy or not, he was like that.)

Nagito spoke your name in low words, reaching for your wrist. "You're so good to me." He bit down on his lower lip, peeling at the chapped skin. "You show me what it's like to feel cared about." He uttered, taking hold of your wrist. Enough to press his thumb against it. Enough to feel that pulse of yours. The blood coursing through your arteries. "I love you - love you so much." He paused the chewing of his lip, bringing your hand up to his face. Very warm. "I love you too Nagito." Your smile was weary. "But, you're burning up.." You were concerned, hastily pressing your palm down. (just as he had.) Weary eyes met yours and narrowed with his proclamations. (it isn't like you didn't know he loved you. he was only speaking it into existence once more. even if he wasn't feeling all that right.) "I love you dearly, I love you so, so-so much- with everything that's left of me.." He nodded, leaning against your palm, rubbing it against his cheek. It felt very nice.

"It's alright .. I love you too." You gave into his desperation, rubbing your thumb against his face. (the best you could, with his attempts to feel your palm as close as he could to his blotchy red complexion.) "I could die," Nagito sniffled hard and let out an exhausted breath. "I could die right now in this very bedroom, and I'd be luckier than I've ever been in my entire life," He hummed, uncomfortably shifting his weight before you. Rubbing. Rubbing your hand against his face. His stomach was aching. But not from the flu.

"Nagito," You glanced down to the thermometer in your hand, (which was now prodding his temple. It wasn't like he minded.) "Can you let me take your temperature?" You asked of him. "I'm sorry-" He pouted like a near child. Nonetheless, his trembling fingers released yours. "Thank you." You scooted back a little and rested a hand on his thigh. (you could feel the sting of sickly sweat from beneath the fabric of his boxers.) Even if he was feverish out of his mind, it was warming to hear. Or concerning.

He was very obedient. Blinking tear-glossed eyes right before your own steady gaze. Your hand on his thigh was so cold (compared to his skin,) and all he wanted was for you to just touch him. "Can you open your mouth for me?" You asked, teasing the stick of the thermometer before it. Those words gathered a twitch of his leg under your hand (and a twitch of cock. uncomfortably feigning friction against his boxers. at this rate, he could puke on you right now. let alone fuck you. your pretty fingers were burning right into his skin. why was this coming onto him so suddenly? it wasn't very hard to fornicate Nagito up like that.)

You didn't know his complexion could burn any warmer. No, this was his attempt at lending you his charisma. (teasing. badly.) "Oh-! You're so straightfowaa-h" You crammed the thermometer stick into his open mouth, interrupting whatever innuendo he was pulling on you. (usually, it was him begging you to open your mouth. what he would do to have the smothered cock of his inside your throat? squeezing around the lathered mucus and gags-) You tapped your finger against the end of the thermometer, eyeing down the digital numerals after each second. "Nagito, It seems the only way to keep you quiet is to fill your mouth up, isn't it?" You playfully teased, softly laughing at your own remark. (damn you!)

He didn't laugh. Instead, he only shifted his weight and leaned back further against the pillows propped up behind him. This was embarrassing. He had already pushed the covers off himself! This left only a pair of boxers on him in the cool bedroom. The amount of time waiting on that thermometer felt like hours. He wanted it to be over! He was growing nauseous just thinking of how disgusted he'd feel when desperately jerking himself off once you left the room. What made him feel even more guilty, was the fact that he wanted you to in this state.

What odd solace he found in the high-pitched beeping thermometer! You hummed, slowly drawing the stick out from his mouth. It was wet with saliva now, dribbling down his chin when you removed it. "Ah - Ah .. " You tutted, mindlessly wiping his mouth when checking the little screen. "Look at that." You turned the thermometer around for him to see it himself. "You poor thing." You frowned, glancing down to set the thermometer back to the cluttered bedside table. (to Nagito's dismay. it wasn't pleasant to see.) "Is there anything else I can get you? Do you want something to drink? Did you want to try a bath?" You asked, glancing back to meet his face. "No, No .. You don't need to do anything for me." He looked away from you. He was utterly ashamed of how badly he wanted you to touch him.

It really had been days since Nagito had stuffed you full of his cock. (or let alone, let you fuck him.) "Are you sure?" You questioned, absentmindedly rubbing your palm against his thigh when moving closer. He opened his mouth to speak, but that unwarranted friction only choked out a pleasured noise from him. "Forgive me-" He gasped, twitching in his bottoms. "Oh .. Naughty, naughty." You pressed your palm against his thigh, pushing the fabric of his bottoms up enough to feel his bare skin. "Do you want me to-?" You lowered your voice. (leaving the rest of your sentence to the wandering imagination.)

"Accommodate me," He swallowed mucus as he pulled himself up. "Ruin me. Please?" He asked of you. Desperate for your touch. (he felt so warm - and heavy - and most of all nauseous. the stirring below his waist was killing him.) "You want me to make you feel better, Nagito?" You asked, rubbing your hand in towards his inner thigh. Oh, god. Rubbing. That's all he needed! But more! Not there!

He let out a half-pleasured, half-frustrated sound, grasping at the waistband of his boxers. Yes! His stomach was in knots mixed with debauched pins and needles. He desperately tugged down his boxers. His breaths were shallow and hitched. "Please, Please-" His thighs trembled, (excited to a pathetic extent.) resisting the urge to handle his aching on his own if you wouldn't in time. “Nagito," You said his name in an airy breath, sweet and playful, rubbing those fingers of yours between his thighs. The sight of his stiffened length before you was nothing new. Desperate for some sort of friction. A pitiful groan, his hips trembled as you inched in closer to his cock. "How pretty." You smiled delightfully, lifting your fingers inches before his twitching sex. What pretty pre-cum that had drooled and tainted his boxers seconds before. "Compliments? You're so nice -" He laughed, grasping at the sheet beside him. They say to relax when you're ill. He was not relaxed in the slightest. He was tense. So painfully wound up.

You took note of his pathetic expression. He was anxiously awaiting your next move. Sweat ran down his temples, leaving an ill look on such a blotchy face. It wouldn't be long until he was whining about how good you really were to him.

With a quick salvia-drenched suckle of your fingers, you ran your fingers down his sore cock. Pressing down with every pulse you felt. "You're so good to me .. Nnmn-" He was in awe when staring at your precious fingers. Once they began properly stroking his cock, each pump squeezed out a wheezing whimper from him. "So kind. So generous-" He hissed at the 's'. You really were generous! You squeezed him with every hard pump. You were giving him exactly what he needed. His hips trembled, squirming like he had never felt the touch of another person before. He reeked a certain musk with every buck of the hips against your wrist. Something from lacking a bath. Something that always mesmerized you.

Your saliva left every stroke to be sickly smooth and slick with twitching throbs. Which you'd feel with each movement against the slit of his cock. (as well as his trembling body.)"Nagito, Stay still-" You pressed against his hips with your free hand. Your fingers spread out, rubbing up his stomach with each desperate rock of his hips against your hand. (with every pant and beg you heard) "I can't help it! I don't deserve it. I know-" His chest rose up and down with each self-deprecating rambling of words that had lost their meaning.

Your eyes watched him steadily. Never once leaving his pretty face. Even when he'd press his aching head against the headboard and quickly squeeze his tear-tinged eyes closed. "You're amazing. So good to me! Mnmm-" He hummed out, half-lidded eyes meeting yours. It wasn't hard to be in absolute amazement when watching your fingers get him off. You stared back at him, noticing how pale he was. (more than usual.) "Nagito? Are you okay?" You paused for a second, (still feeling the throbbing beneath your fingers.) He let out a dissatisfied noise, squeezing his eyes open and shut in confusion and disappointment.) "Huh?"

"You're so funny. I-I've never felt better." He nodded, keeping his focus on you. (once more.) His voice still sounded coarse and out of breath. His face was still drained of colour. In all honesty, he was nauseated beyond belief. This was when you should've stopped. Taken a breather? He wasn't very rational on occasion. Maybe in his right mind, he would've stopped you. But everything felt so good! The tightly wound knots in his stomach felt so close to coming undone. So close to allowing himself that much-needed, (filthy.) release. It was terrible. He was terrible.

The burning in his throat and the debilitating nausea were too much! Just enough to get sick. Warm, sticky vomit spilled from his quivering mouth without proper warning.

Tainting down his chest to his stomach. How unlucky must you be to be in this situation? "Oh-! Nagito-" You completely paused. (ready to grab a towel and help him clean up!) "No-!" He took in a deep breath, uncontrollably pulsating before your fingers. "I'm begging you - " He ignored the vomit pooling against his now barren stomach. This was a revolving mess. He was even worse for wanting this so badly. "Let me have this. I need it horribly.." His breath trembled just as his hips were.

Nagito's desperate whining was excruciating to refuse. Near impossible. (plus, you loved making him feel good.) You found yourself falling victim to his humiliating state. You bit down on your lip and squeezed his cock, feeling the throbs that fell in tune with his whimpering. A sultry gasp of your name! "I'm so terrible-I .. I can't -" He leaned his head back against the pillows with a debauched huff. Sure, he had gotten sick on himself, but the sickly sweet pulsing of his cock beneath your fingers was far too tantalizing.

The pathetic movements of his hips and smooth, slick pumps against his cock were enough to squeeze hard throbs from him. "Defile you-Nmn-Violate .." He choked out degradations, fighting this dizzy feeling.

Each time he leaned back, you'd thoroughly admire his collarbones drenched with sweat. As well as the sick that had tainted his chest and stomach. (He smelt musky already.) Even if he was so gross at that moment, you'd love to put your mouth anywhere he wanted. "I can't - I can't take it -" He wheezed, (fearful he may be asthmatic and die like this?! he wouldn't mind.) desperately gasping for air as the release of filthy pleasure truly violated your fingers, making an absolute mess. Horribly.

"..Hah - Nagito .. So much .." You teased, squeezing his cock once last time before lifting your fingers from his pulsing sex. A filthy mix of salvia and cum coated your fingers when spreading them out. (thankfully, he hadn't puked on his cock.) "I hope I made you feel good." You nonchalantly pushed your fingers past your lips. It wasn't like he could properly reply to that. You switched your interest back to the so-assumed masochist before you.

His deathly tight grip on the sheets released, filling the room with heavy breaths and remaining noises of absolutely reached pleasure. "I was wondering if this was the last time you'd do this to me .." He sounded genuinely concerned. "How about when you're feeling better." You smiled, giving his wet mouth a soft press of yours. "Gross." You whispered. "Uh huh .. I'll draw a bath." You bit his lip when drawing away, tasting whatever was burning in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from mercifully apologizing was the sheer loss of words. Gross. That was the world. Or good. Sickly sweet, wasn't it?

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seasaltandcopper · 1 year

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vampire hunter AU Pt 2

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Summary: Mal is handed over to Teddy by the vampire hunters.

(This one got longer than I expected, and is still mostly set up for the story and dynamics, but it's also chock full of whump, so I feel like I'm splitting the difference.)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of torture, blood and gore, violence, manhandling, nonsexual nudity, imprisonment, starvation, dehumanization, ‘it’ as a pronoun (only used by one character)

“Mal.”

One word. One name. It dropped from the hunter’s lips and snagged Mal’s attention like a fishhook through the gut. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard someone say his real name out loud.

Years, probably.

And now it spat from the mouth of this woman, this hunter, like a curse. Like some personal ax she had to grind with him.

Like she knew him.

Stiffly, Mal raised his head enough to get a better look at her. Short. Subtly curvy, but muscular. Dark skin, deep brown eyes, well-kept hair, all leather and denim and piercings with an attitude to match. The ensemble practically screamed, pick a fight with me and see what happens.

Teddy smelled like clean sweat, gun oil, and the intoxicating vibrancy of blood flowing through her veins. Life. Food.

God, he was starving. He was so fucking hungry it hurt. More than hurt. Hurt was a broken arm, a knife digging between his ribs, the burn of a cigarette put out on the arch of his foot—this was closer to losing a piece of his soul. Feeling it shredded and screaming in agony without relief.

Mal swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth before he choked on it, and tried to ignore the twisting in his gut as the smell of them permeated the cramped space. He held Teddy's gaze, sunken eyes peering out through a mess of filthy hair, but the flash of recognition he hoped for never came. She stayed unfamiliar. A stranger.

But one who obviously thought she knew him.

“Today’s your lucky day, bloodsucker,” she said, eyes flint-hard and sharp enough to cut. “You’re coming home with me.”

What?

Mal blinked. It took longer than it should have for reason to catch up and plunge icy fingers past the fog of exhaustion and pain. He’d expected—well, more of the usual. Another guest looking to blow off some steam, or getting “justice” for someone Mal had likely never laid eyes on in his life.

This wasn’t the first time the hunters had brought in a friend; honestly, the bleak-humored side of Mal was surprised they hadn’t thought to charge admission. Probably could’ve made a nice little profit on the side.

Still, the script stayed the same: they took him out to hurt him, and after they got tired or bored or felt they made their point, someone dragged Mal back to his box. Time passed, alone, in the dark—sometimes hours, sometimes days—before he was fed just enough blood to heal the worst of his wounds.

Then the cycle repeated.

Over and over and over. A horrific, never ending nightmare, but a familiar one.

Leaving with another human—no, a hunter, who knew his name, how did she know his name, who was she?—smashed every established pattern to pieces. Unease tangled like thorny brambles inside his rib cage, clawed at the back of his throat.

Mal couldn’t ask what the hell she meant; he couldn’t even open his mouth, muzzled like this. Cautiously, he glanced towards Brooks, hoping for some kind of clarification.

The hunter chuckled. Hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, and leaned back against the wall, smug as could be. The nasty glint in his eyes sent a cold tremor down Mal’s spine; he dropped his gaze back to his lap.

Brooks was one of the ones who’d taken a personal liking to Mal, early on. Back when they’d been uncommonly cruel in their attempts to wear him down, testing the limits of their creativity with techniques that still left Mal nauseous to think about.

If Mal’s heart had been capable of more than sluggish, off tempo beats, it would’ve raced.

“You got your own restraints for transport, or should I write up a slip for loaner gear?”

Reaching behind to unclip something from her belt, Teddy flashed a standard issue set of cuffs and a muzzle, then tossed it to him. “Here.”

Brooks snagged the gear out of the air. Stepped away from the wall with a sigh. Tensing, Mal pulled in a shallow breath through his nose, and watched Brooks out of the corner of his eye. The man’s black-polished boots crunched on the grit strewn floor.

The woman made a noise at the back of her throat. Derisive. “And hose him down or something before you bring him out. Smells like someone left roadkill in a hot van.”

Brooks snorted. A half-beat later, the toe of his shiny, black-polished boot slammed into Mal’s hip. It tore a pained exhale from him as he lurched to the side, the clatter of metal singing against brick. Catching himself on his forearm, Mal winced at the stripe of skin he lost for his trouble. Blood welled up in dark beads, staining the pale firebrick with more of the same.

Dead blood.

It wouldn’t satisfy like fresh, human blood would. It didn’t smell like anything at all. But the sight of it still tied Mal’s insides in knots as the instinct to feed spiked in response.

All his body understood was that it was starving, and that looked like blood, even if logic knew it was only a trick.

“Look, I don’t give a shit about the transfer order. Whatever. You want the vamp, you can have it. But we’re not runnin’ a grooming service. You want the thing washed and styled, do it on your own damn time.” Eyes still on the other hunter, Brooks tangled a gloved fist in Mal’s hair and hauled him upright. “Alright, shitsucker, let’s go. Up.”

Scrambling to get his legs under himself before Brooks left him with a bald patch, Mal twisted and choked on the words trapped in his throat. The sudden shift in gravity left his head spinning, limbs somehow both too stiff, and too wobbly to fully bear his weight.

Legs shaking, Mal planted his feet as best he could, but stayed on his feet. Barely.

Just do it. Hurry up and get it over with, I can’t—

Brooks came to the same conclusion a second later. He hissed an irritated sigh, and released his grip on Mal's hair. Unsupported, Mal sagged on his feet, brows pinched in a pained grimace.

“Lazy motherfucker,” Brooks muttered. “Told you. Give ‘em an inch…”

Yeah, and I'd tear your throat out, you fucking bastard.

Strong fingers dug into Mal’s arm as Brooks worked to unlock the manacles. Heavy iron clattered to the bricks. Then again, as Brooks stooped and did the same for Mal’s ankles.

Without the added weight, Mal felt marginally steadier on his feet. And uncomfortably naked.

Gingerly, he ghosted bony fingers over the red, raw patches of skin circling his wrists. Black humor bubbled in Mal’s chest, and he swallowed back a laugh. Now he felt naked—without the extra pounds of iron weighing him down—but not because he hadn’t worn clothes in years.

On his list of priorities, Mal's desire for pants had dropped depressingly low over the years.

At least when Brooks cuffed him again, arms behind this time, he left Mal’s ankles unshackled. The muzzle went last, and a part of Mal hated himself for the way he tilted his head without prompting, obediently offering Brooks better access to the buckles; the rest of him didn’t give a shit, as long as it got the fucking thing off faster.

Brooks tugged it, giving the muzzle a disgusted look as no small amount of crusted gunk and scabbed tissue pulled free too. Mal barely noticed. After days suffocating in the thing, he was just glad to have it off.

He sighed. Worked his jaw, and held back a groan as sore muscles twinged all the way down his neck. Dried bits of filth Mal definitely did not want to identify crumbled loose with the movement. More of it itched under his nose and around his mouth, but the worst still matted the scruffy mess of facial hair stubbornly clinging to his jaw.

Even when they deigned to leave the muzzle off, there was only so much grooming he could do without access to water or rags or full use of his hands.

At some point Mal just gave up trying.

Gloved fingers snagged his chin, pulling Mal from his thoughts. He flinched. Not enough to pull loose—even reacting blindly Mal was smarter than that—but enough to earn an amused snort.

“Maybe it could use a hose down,” Brooks muttered. He ghosted a leather-clad thumb over Mal’s chin, squinting. “Ehh.” Then shrugged, wiped his finger clean on Mal’s shoulder, and lifted the replacement muzzle to fit in place.

Mal shivered as worn leather kissed his skin again. It sat overlapping some of the bleeding lines chafed by the old one, bright stinging pain sinking into a deeper, throbbing burn as Brooks cinched the straps tight.

At least this one was purely to prevent accidental bites—just a simple, boxy wire guard and leather straps—not like the ones Mal was used to, meant to completely immobilize the jaw.

He could still open his mouth. Take a real, full breath. Run his tongue over the outside of his teeth, or lick his lips. Talk.

This was fine. Mal could deal with this. This was—better.

After double checking his handiwork, Brooks laid a heavy palm on the back of Mal’s neck. He tensed, visceral disgust tingling down his back and making his skin crawl. Touch didn’t carry many pleasant connotations these days, but being touched by Brooks left Mal feeling genuinely sick.

The hunter squeezed once, pinching with his index finger and thumb. A warning.

“Let’s go,” Brooks ordered. “Move.”

Gentle pressure turned to a vice grip, and Mal hissed. His entire body was an ugly patchwork of marks—welts, burns, the scabbed over remnants of a recent caning, bruises layered on bruises; and his neck was no exception.

Brooks’ fingers molded themselves to older blue-green imprints, pressing hard. A sharp boot-tap to the knobby part of Mal’s ankle followed, and he cringed at the pathetic, wounded-animal sound that rose in his throat. Lurching forward, he struggled to stay on his feet and limp along at Brooks’ pace.

“I’m—trying,” Mal rasped, frustrated. He tripped again on the lip of the kiln. Would’ve fallen if Brooks hadn’t literally had him by the scruff. Shit.

The world pitched. Dark spots burst across Mal’s vision.

“Quiet.”

Fuck you.

Teddy followed silently, a dark smudge in the corner of Mal’s vision as Brooks manhandled him out of the room. Up one flight of concrete stairs. And another. Past the living quarters, and then into a part of the compound Mal only remembered seeing once: a pair of heavy steel doors that led outside.

Out, to the wide, open world and a night sky Mal hadn’t laid eyes on in years. He didn’t notice he was shaking until they stopped. Blinking rapidly, his vision strobed. He felt light, fuzzed at the edges, like he was about to pass out.

The pressure vanished from the back of his neck. Replacing it, a hand curled around his upper arm. Skin to bare skin. Warm skin, and slender, strong fingers. Though Teddy's hands were smaller than Brooks’, one of them still managed to encircle the entire circumference of Mal’s bicep.

There just wasn’t anything there anymore.

Side by side, Mal figured he stood a good five or six inches taller than her, but she probably weighed more. She sure as hell could’ve picked him up if she felt inclined.

“I got it from here,” she said, to Brooks.

A nod. “Sure. An’ listen, you change your mind, you can always drop it back off. Teddy, right? No questions asked.”

“Mm.”

“Yeah, alright,” Brooks said. “You got my number if you need anything—” A pointed pause. “Y’know, anything—handlin’ advice, someone to share a drink with…”

Grimacing, Teddy shot Brooks a look that would’ve vaporized a weaker man on the spot. “Yeah,” she drawled. “I got it.”

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Brooks took the hint. “Alright, alright, Jesus.”

Eyes the color of dark amber settled on Mal’s face, and this time he visibly grimaced at the attention. Swallowing hard, he tried unsuccessfully to push back against rising anxiety as Teddy addressed him directly.

“You try anything and I’ll break both your legs, and drag you the rest of the way to the truck by your hair. Got it?” He nodded.

Yeah. Mal got it. And his tentative hopes for ending up somewhere even marginally better than here dwindled by the second.

Warm, sweet smelling night air folded around them as they stepped outside. Grumbling to himself, Brooks turned and vanished into the compound without a word, not even sparing a glance back.

He’d probably agonized more over tossing out an old pair of boots. Or getting shot down by a cute hunter.

With a sharp bang, the doors pulled closed behind them. Sighing, Teddy tightened her grip. Something Mal couldn’t identify flickered across her face. Disgust? Anger? Whatever it was, Mal blinked and it was gone.

“C’mon. I wanna beat the sunrise home.”

AN: Annnnnd we're about to start really getting into the meat of it. I actually planned for more to happen in this chapter and had to shove that in the next one, and this still ended up 3x longer

Next chapter we get to meet Will, the other half of the hunter duo

Taglist: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @thecyrulik @lookbluesoup

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pbandjesse · 5 days

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I am leaving the event. And it's only 10:00 p.m. I did not realize that this corporate event was going to end so early. So I was fully prepared to be working for another 4 hours and I am so thrilled I am on my way home. Because while I felt better than I did yesterday I did not feel very good today.

Some of the problem was I woke up really freaked out at 3:00 in the morning. I woke up and I went to use the bathroom and then when I came back I heard a sound and was convinced that someone was in our house. It turned out it was just the suction cup with my loofah falling off the bathroom wall but I was freaked out enough that I went downstairs to make sure the doors were locked. They were and I did a little peek around to make sure everything seemed okay. And then I went back upstairs and I'm laying in bed and I'm still really freaked out and then all of a sudden are closed bedroom door slams open. Because sweet pea had pushed the door open to come inside. I was so scared. He's such a little monster. But everything was okay and I was able to go back to sleep.

when I woke up at 9:00 I felt all right. I kind of had like an underlying uncomfortable feeling in my stomach today. Just a little queasy. Not exactly nauseous but not comfortable. I had a lot of like hot waves down the body at that caused me to be very sweaty. I'm pretty sure that these are side effects of just being pregnant but I still might call the nurse line if it continues tomorrow. Just in case.

I took a shower and I got dressed and I didn't feel amazing but James left me an omelet and I had that and it was very good. And I laid outside with sweet pea and had my breakfast and tried to not feel awful.

I really wanted to accomplish some stuff today but it just was not going to happen. I instead laid outside for a while and then eventually laid upstairs and decided that I would leave the house around 11:00 to go run some errands and then I would go get lunch before heading to the museum.

So I had a pretty chill morning and tried to drink water and stay hydrated because that was definitely affecting me today. Just felt a little dried out and uncomfortable.

I would do my cuticles and try to shape my nails. And I would finish getting dressed for the event and then I got myself together to head out.

I decided I would go to Towson and go to the Jo-Ann's to look for an appropriate sized nose for my bear restoration. And then I would go to savers. Haven't been to savers for a while because I've been going to value village so much. So this would be a little bit of a nice change of pace.

I got out to Jo-Ann's and I was annoyed to find that they did not carry pink noses. I did find brown that were on clearance so I'm going to paint those. And see if that works. But I think that will be fine. And since I didn't think I had cash with me I was like oh I got to buy something else so that I'm not putting 97 cents on my credit card. And so I got James a bag of Autumn flavored candy. Like candy corn and pumpkins and such. James likes candy corn. And I like James. And pumpkins.

Then I went over to savers. And while I did have an okay time it was really busy in there. I did not enjoy that. So I put my headphones in and I mostly just looked at baby clothes. And I got a good amount. Lot of neutrals. A lot of onesies. I still haven't bought any baby pants because I just think they're so silly. I'm probably going to have to buy baby pants at some point but I just have not put any focus on that. My plan at some point is to lay out all the clothes I got and figure out what I need more of because I feel like I have a lot of certain things and nothing of others. I don't even have that much yet but just something that I am considering.

They also just had so much so I felt a little overwhelmed. And there's another girl in the aisle who just like did not understand the concept of when you finish an area I'll go around the other side of you and then we'll like have a little slippy swap. And so like I just felt like I was in her way and it was not very fun for me. But eventually she went away and it was fine.

Finish looking at baby clothes once I had like $20 worth of stuff and then I went over to the things section. Like lamps and stuff and over there I found one of those big pregnancy pillows. I wasn't sure if James had gotten one of those yet because that was one of the tasks I had given them but I texted James and James said that they hadn't because they had been back ordered. So $12 for a pillow that's usually a hundred is an amazing deal. So that was a really cool find.

I also found a rug that was taped up and rolled so I'm not 100% sure it's going to be nice but if it is what I'm picturing it is going to be it was so a good deal and I was very pleased.

I would pay at the self checkout and then I decided I could go get lunch.

I really wanted to go to Southside and it was only about 20 minutes away and I had plenty of time before I need to be at the museum so I went over there.

And I was still feeling a little queasy but eating helped a lot. And the waitresses are always very nice to me. So I got my food and I watched a video and sipped my soda and I wasn't in any rush at all. And I was just having a good day. I tried not to be stressed about anything and just be chill.

I still have time so I went over to five below and I got my little calico critter. I also picked up some candy in a couple other small things that I needed. And I enjoyed wandering around the store. And then I went over to the museum and just chilled in the parking lot for a while.

The Farmers market was finishing up so I ran over to give Ann a hug. And then we chatted for a bit and she said that the event so far was behaving themselves. Which I thought was a funny way to put it. And then I would go and gather all my things that I needed for the evening and went to go sit with James inside.

I was not feeling amazing. I just kept getting these hot uncomfortable feelings but I was in a good mood. I had a nice time sitting there and I was working on some knitting and just chilling until Jesse came over because it was time to start.

He had a wedding walk through to do and we would sort of split the task of opening all of the things that need to be open and starting all the things that need to be started for the event. They were already on their way outside setting up and they wouldn't come inside for another hour. But they were making weird choices. Like this is not a caterer that I'm as familiar with but it was fine. Not a big deal. And I think I did a pretty good job. I wasn't as nervous about some of the things I had been nervous about. Specifically some of the lights and some of the questions that sometimes people have I felt pretty confident in my answers and I wasn't feeling very good so anytime Jesse didn't need me I was like 'can I go sit down' but beyond that I think it was a really successful event for me.

I think one of the problems with the event though is that it wasn't laid out in a conducive way to get people to come into the museum and we had not only three educators doing galleries we had somebody running programs. And the person running programs had 24 people come in. They paid $2,000 for those programs and 24 people came in that's crazy. But they did it and everyone seemed to be having a great time even if they were not coming in as much as I thought they were going to. Some of the problem was that the food outside was too good. They had full bushels of crabs on the tables. Like it was crazy. They put down a lot of money. And this is a chemical company so like they have more money than God so I'm not shocked. And everyone I met was really nice! And they even had a cotton candy machine. I got some cotton candy. They had bounce houses. It was a little boring for us inside, but it was fun.

And the food I had was excellent. Would recommend. And I mostly hung out at the desk and knit and scrolled in my phone a bit and was for all intensive purposes in charge. Jesse was over in his office doing emails and I was inside with Moe the security guard and I would check on the educators and I made sure that they all got something to eat and the caters were doing their thing and it was fine. It was a good event. I think everybody had fun. I had fun.

After eat dinner I did actually feel a lot better having a diet Coke helped a lot. I definitely wanted another. But I'm trying very hard to limit my caffeine. Not a ton because mostly I'm only drinking soda when I'm out so I'm not like super concerned but I am trying to be good about it. And the food was just really good. Is mac and cheese and corn and potato salad and a hot dog bun. And I was just having a really nice evening. I even had some really lovely conversations about the Baltimore harbor in the water's health. And you know how much I love doing that.

I did find myself wanting to stop every single pregnant person or person holding a baby and ask them questions but I refrained. Cuz while I am starting to get a little bit of a baby belly it just kind of looks like I'm chubby right now because it's in two segments and is not connecting in the middle. I'm hoping that it rounds out at some point in the next two weeks because I'm not a huge fan of the way that it feels. Like it's stretching weird cuz I think the middle is pulling back I don't know. It's hard thing to explain. Pregnancy is just body horror after body horror.

But then the event was over and everyone was picking up and everything was great. I was convinced that one of the tables in the lunchroom was wrong and I still am but no one agrees with me So it was fine. We did have an issue with the moon bounce people because they just came back really late so everyone else was mostly done and we're just waiting on that truck and I was in charge of turning off all the lights inside and I only forgot where like two of them were so I was pretty proud of that. And I think if I just like spend a couple extra minutes I would have figured it out anyway but Jesse helped me and everything was great. And Stan had showed me how to change the new paper pal dispensers and I knew where more of the keys were and I just felt pretty confident. I have some concerns still about different things but I think it will just come with time.

We were sitting outside as we were watching the caterers sweep up the pavilion. Dad asked me to call him so I spent like 15 minutes talking to him on the phone and that was really nice. And after I got off the phone with him we were finishing up everything we needed to do and then the other truck came and we had a few minutes of comedy when the trucks couldn't figure out how to leave because I had locked the entrance gate and we were like no you have to exit over here and they're like what we don't understand. But we got everyone out and we said good night and then I headed home.

And that's where I am now. I am parking and I'm going to go outside and I'm going to see my husband and I'm going to take a shower and wash my hair because I feel gross. It's been really humid all day and I'm itchy because of it. And then I'm hoping that I can sleep and not wake up I'll freak out and tomorrow me and James might go to loch Raven or something but I'm just hoping that we can have a nice day together and that I don't feel bad. That is the hope in the dream. I hope that you all have a great night tonight and take care of yourselves. I love you all! Until tomorrow.

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saltbind · 17 days

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tag game!!

tagged by the lovely @serpentmessmer

Do you make your bed? i will just kinda nudge the sheets back into place but its mostly for my cat. i ain't tryin' too hard tho i do not spend much time out of my bed in the first place

What's your favorite number? 7, 13, 23, Good Numbers

What is your job? i relay calls for folks who are deaf/hard of hearing/have speech issues

If you could go back to school, would you? if it was free i absolutely would i love learning. alas

Can you parallel park? bruh i cannot even drive yet. i'm. working on it

A job you had that would surprise people? i don't think any of my jobs would surprise anyone, it's all retail, hospo, admin and call centre stuff. nothing weird in there really. oh, i worked at a non-emergency police call centre once for a month. it was terrible

Do you think aliens are real? yes, but considering i have a phobia of them i would like them to stay far away til i work through that shit

Can you drive a manual car? i cannot drive any car :)

What's your guilty pleasure? i try not to feel guilty abt pleasure as my prev mutuals have said, but i do feel indulgent when i get to have a nice long bath (no bath in current unit so it's a hotels only kinda thing rn)

Tattoos? one so far and many planned. however i will have to get my one covered up bc it's to do with Magical Children's Series Whose Author Turned Out To Be Shit, and as i am trans i don't rly want it on my skin anymore lmao

Favorite color? phthalo green!

Favorite type of music? when i was younger i was a biiiiig metalhead and i am still very fond of it, but now i'm into darker sounding stuff with fun synths and basslines. spotify says dark pop and alt z is what i listen to a lot of, idk about that but it sounds correct

Do you like puzzles? i adore puzzles. i love escape rooms especially

Any phobias? just aliens rly but jokes on you if you send me any to freak me out bc i'm desensitizing anyway

Favorite childhood sport? the Autism means my hand-eye co-ordination has been shithouse my entire life, however i did martial arts for a while and started when I was like 12. so i'm counting that bc it was v fun. i was also surprisingly good at dodgeball, possibly bc being shit at sports meant i was dodging balls in all the other sports too

Do you talk to yourself? not out loud a lot but internally yeah i got a dialogue. out loud is reserved for my cat

What movies do you adore? i like horror movies and movies with whatever actor i'm fixated on. idk i don't know if i adore movies so much as they get hooked inside my brain until i've watched them enough to recite them. the movies that i have been moved by i usually only watch once and that's a different kinda love. i have movies i'm married to (inception, deepwater horizon, etc) and movies that are (as stephen king would say) a kiss in the dark from a stranger (donnie darko, the lovely bones, million dollar baby, etc)

Coffee or tea? tea 100% the smell of coffee makes me nauseous

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? as a baby baby i wanted to me a marine biologist, then a herpetologist, then a drama teacher who was also an author, then an actor, etc. this was all before age 10.

tagging @monstraduplicia @jellybracelet @hellhoundlair

#my post #tag game

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 - Day 7

Another one I've been kicking around for a bit!

TWs: fainting, (accidental) disordered eating, also hallucination mention

Numbness | Unsteady | “You look pale.”

"I just...wanted to talk to you." Mariano said, setting his phone down as he typed at the ancient computer. The video of Bastian on their couch, sketching away on his tablet, was clear and quiet. Calming. "Kept hearing footsteps."

Bastian snorted. "No one else is coming to rob that place." He paused, brow creasing as he tapped the screen a few times with his stylus before continuing to draw. "Not after you got the place in the news. People still think you're the owner."

Mariano laughed, shaking his head. "I know, I know. But you'd hear the front door bell too." The phone that Bastian had bought him was certainly good enough for the microphone to pick it up. He started printing off the reports for the night before standing and picking up his phone.

His head started spinning as he took his first steps toward the front. Mariano staggered, bracing a hand against the bookshelf that held their safe. Silver eyes flickered to the screen before narrowing.

"You good?" Bastian asked, slowly setting his stylus down. "You look wobbly."

"I'm alright, treasure." Mariano soothed as he continued walking, passing through the store room to the front. "I just need to finish locking up and shutting everything down, then I'll come home."

Mariano set his phone down by the register. He turned and knelt to turn off the ice machine, flicking the switch off. When he stood back up, he was barely able to turn back around before the world faded into a grey roar.

When the fuzz in his vision faded, Mariano realized that his head ached. He was on the floor, elbows and knees barely keeping his forehead a few inches from the tile. Distantly, he could hear Bastian.

"-iano, Mariano answer me." Bastian demanded. His voice was tense, bordering on a growl. "Dammit, you idiot, you'd better start talking to me or--"

Mariano groaned. He felt beyond nauseous. Only taking his glasses off and pressing his eyes into the darkness of his arm helped. The rest of him followed in a slow, controlled fall. The cool tile against his side felt nice. He swallowed hard. One deep breath in. Then out.

He'd fainted.

"Mariano, I heard that. Can you make another noise if you can understand me?"

"Mmmyeah." Mariano said, muffled. As he breathed, the nausea started to fade. "Yeah I...I'm okay." It felt like he was trying to talk while being multiple shots into some tequila.

Why had he fainted? He started running through the reasons, while Bastian said something else. He'd gotten enough sleep, he hadn't had trouble breathing, he ate lunch at noon, it was only midnight so he wasn't up too late--

All at once, embarrassment flared hot in his face. He hadn't eaten in twelve hours. His doctor had said something about this before. About recovery periods, and how continuous stress makes a body more fragile.

"Mariano? Hello?" Bastian's voice filled the front of the coffee shop along with the jingle of his keys. He heard the rustle of Bastian shoving his arms into his jacket, the soft growl as he struggled to get his shoes on quicker. "Hey, listen to me. If you can hear me just stay where you are. I'm coming to get you."

Mariano just hummed again, hoping that this one was loud enough for Bastian to hear. He heard the clatter of Bastian getting into his van and starting the engine, the purr soothing Mariano's thrumming, upside-down nerves. He just needed a few minutes, then he could sit up and crawl to the office to get the unopened soda he'd left there the day before.

Just a few more minutes, he thought, to lay on the steady, blessedly cold floor.

#whumpril2023 #Whumprilday7 #Unsteady #Mage of violence #Dragon of diamond #Mariano is forgetful sometimes!#He remembers the stuff that's REALLY important but you know how it is #Sometimes things happen #Hallucation ment #Disordered eating #Accidentally tho

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 1 year

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Hey , i love your matchups 👍

Can i get a The Hobbit* male ,( and if its not to much a female*Lotr ) matchup

My Pronouns are She / Her (pansexual , ace ) , i'm 5'8 and my mbti is intp-t , my zodiac is pisces , my aesthetic would be dark academia and witchy like dark colors and long skirts and plattform boots .

i'm a person who is mostly alone or with my pets than with an other person , i love comedy and trash - TV and i have almost everywhere i go my headphones on , i love podcasts and music , i'm pretty funny and can be loud and open if i know i can trust people wich is hard because i have trust issues also ADHD , but i'm insecure and need someone i can rely on . I love baking , dancing and mostly i sit on a swing in my garden while i watch the sun go down , i love all my pets ( i have 6) , i would like to travel the world sonetime with someone , i always want to help people and want a harmonic surrounding , my love language is physical touch .

I don't like people who are closed and cold all the time , or talk behind others backs . Or someone who is overly protective and controlling .

All in all i need a person who is okay with with what they have , loyal , caring , can get me to laugh and smile and loves me with all their heart .

💜💜💜💜💜

( i'm sorry it's to short , or when there are any mistakes , English us not my first language )

hey that's no problem at all, this is absolutely long enough! i hope you enjoy your matchup!!!

also can i just say. after reading through your introduction a few times i um, you are scarily accurately me. this is probably of zero interest to you but you are really terrifyingly similar to me. still i focused on who i think would fit you (me? us? sorry i'll stop) best instead of who i dream of most so yeah. whatever you know

I ship you with...

Bard!

It's harmonic and quiet and calm at home, as always. And you love that, you do. But when your brother gets a surprise visit by a company of thirteen dwarves and decides not to help (in favour of his own harmonic and quiet and calm at home), you're physically incapable of not helping in his place. Helping is your thing, plus you feel like the dwarves should be able to enjoy that same peaceful quiet in a home the way you can, and the only way that could possibly happen is with your help. So you do help.

The first time you meet Bard you're wet and worn out on some big rock in the middle of a river. You've been through literal hell and you're definitely far from your best, but he's obviously attractive and for a second there you try to wring out your skirt and comb through your hair and make yourself look presentable again. Not that that you manage in the slightest, so you do your best to shrink into the background and stay quiet the way you usually do.

What follows is worse (you reek of fish and you don't think you'll ever fully recover from swimming through toilet water) so when you finally stand steadily on both your feet in Bard's home, you feel nauseous. But you push through and you clean yourself off and when Bard comes in to see you fight against disgusting wet clothing, he addresses you directly for the very first time. And that to offer you a bath and some of his daughter's dresses (if they fit you, of course).

Your brother is the only one who actually talks to Bard. The dwarves all aren't too fond of him, but Bilbo is happy about the first cultured person on this entire journey (no matter how fond he's become of the dwarves) and since you're mostly with him... well, you're mostly with Bard now, too. He holds good conversation, he's open and honest and he's funny too, quick-witted and sarcastic and if at first glance you were already a bit in love, now you definitely are. This isn't the right place or time in the slightest, but you're dry and cozy and he's tall (or maybe you're just tiny?) and intelligent and nice and you can't help yourself after that dreadful journey you went through. You wanted to travel the world, you did, but you'd stumbled into just a few too many vile creatures until now to actually have enjoyed it, so you liked the comfort of an actual home much more.

It wasn't particularly comfortable, of course, because there were thirteen dwarves with you and one of them was deadly injured, so in that helpful manner of yours that you'd shown so many times already, you did your best to help out Kili too. It's why you miss out on a mighty few things - Thorin and Bard verbally facing off, for example, and most of the party the master of Lake Town throws for the entire company, but it does mean that when eleven out of thirteen dwarves plus your brother go out to drink, you're pretty much left alone with Bard, who would rather have thrown himself off the Lonely Mountain than join in these festivities.

So when Bard sits in a corner, with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands and all his children are asleep and Kili is in some state of delirium and Fili is staring out of the windows at the party outside (not that he couldn't have gone, but he wanted to stay with his brother), you feel the overwhelming urge to somehow comfort him. You push back the gnawing insecurity in your mind, try to ignore your growing attraction to him and do your best to remind yourself of the fact that you've had quite a few conversations already, of the fact that he's nice and funny and apparently upset. So you talk to him.

You talk to him the entire night. At first it's to ease his discomfort, then it's to talk about anything and everything - to laugh and to smile and to forget about everything bad happening for a minute. Only when you yawn for the first time do you realise that it's way past midnight already, that even Fili has fallen into some kind of slumber by now and that you're actually really, really tired, and Bard smiles and tells you to go to sleep. And after a night of talking to this lovely man in front of you, you've come to trust him a bit - maybe that's irrational and maybe it's dumb, but he feels safe - so you end up with your head on his shoulder. He's still right there next to you when you wake up in the morning, his arm wrapped around your waist safely, and at first you recoil - you're not used to anyone touching you, not anyone but Bilbo. But this feels strangely comfortable, he's warm and cozy and after a second of shock, you decide to allow this to feel exactly that way. Maybe it's all a bit quick and you're definitely stressing about it - it's hard to let someone in and let someone touch you and trust them not to try and imprison and kill you like the last few times you were grabbed and manhandled, but all of that was rough and this is soft and deliberate. You've known this man for a few days now and you decide that that's enough to let him hold you like this. For just another few minutes.

That morning you face quite a hard choice. It's relatively easy in the end, but the thing you'd worked so hard for (reclaiming Erebor) stood in direct conflict with helping Kili not to die, so it took a bit of thinking and stressing for you and Bilbo to eventually come to an agreement - he'd go with Thorin to fulfill the part of the burglar, and you'd stay with the princes to look after Kili. It wasn't like you were a skilled healer or anything of the sort, but with all the pets you'd had over the years, you'd picked up on at least some things to do when someone was injured, and that was better than most things the dwarves could do. And luckily, even though he's certainly no fan of them, Bard is a decent human being, kind and empathetic, and he doesn't want anyone to die a horrible death, so he helps where he can, makes sure to get you everything you need and generally stays by your side until Tauriel shows up.

You pretty much collapse after that (you'd gladly helped Kili out, of course, but it had been straining to say the least), sinking into a little pile in a corner of the room and breathing in and out a few times, and then Bard is there right next to you, handing you water and bread and asking if he can hug you, and you look up at him and debate it - debate whether you're going to let this man in, this man who you've been talking and laughing with for over a week now, this man who has been nothing but kind and understanding and responsible, who may have opposed your entire journey, but with good reasoning - and besides, Thorin has barely been anything other than a complete arse, so you don't mind that much that Bard isn't totally fond of him.

So? Do you let him in? This man who ticks off all your boxes? Who's compassionate and loyal and helpful and reliable?

Of course. Of course you do. It's the one time you decide to bite the bullet, to push back the insecurities and the anxiety because he's here and he's been here, he's been there for you practically more than anyone else has, and that's only been the last week or so. You decide that yes, you trust him, you trust this hunk of a man, because he's asking for your consent instead of just touching you, because he's been making you laugh and luring you out of your shell step by step, because - yes, because he's here, right now, when you need him.

Smaug's attack and the battle that follows are a blur. Afterwards, you don't remember that much about it, and you're honestly not too mad about it. You remember Bard being a hero and a leader and a saviour - your saviour, specifically. You remember fighting and screaming and blood and the desire to help out, to help as much as you can, and you remember surviving. You remember the dread, the gut-wrenching dread because you weren't sure just who had survived - had Bard died? Had Bilbo? How many of the dwarves were still alive?

But then it all becomes crystal-clear. The hazy, foggy memories turn sharp and bright from one very particular moment on: That moment that the raging battlefield clears, that the screaming dies, that Bard returns to you with blood all over and a limp and a sword in his hand but alive, well and alive, breathing and with a beating heart. That moment that you drop everything you'd been holding, throw your arms around his neck and kiss him. Because he'd made it. Because you'd been terrified for him. Because, just maybe, you'd fallen in love with him.

Your brother is alive and so is the rest of the company, which makes the whole thing a little easier to deal with. At least there's no major death problems. While you were busy with your own little romance, your brother's now engaged to a king, so your home back in the Shire is available to you and to you only - and while Bard feels a responsibility to help rebuild his town, the promises of not one, but two kings (Thranduil included, of course) and a very powerful consort (your brother, that is) plus twelve other dwarves and a wizard are quite enough for him to realise that his people are in good hands, that the town will be restored and that until then, they will have food and water and shelter and so he takes his things and his children and goes back to the Shire with you.

It's a little small (a little a lot) and you have to make quite some changes, but it does work out in the end. It's new to all of you, of course, the whole situation - you've never been in love like that, but especially not with a man who already has children of his own, and it's not always easy to manage a relationship like this. But Bard is just a little too perfect for you not to give it your all, so you do exactly that. Bard loves nature and he loves animals and his kids do too, he loves the swing in your garden and so do they, he loves your baking and he loves to dance with you and he especially loves when Bilbo and Thorin visit, or when you visit them, because his children are occupied then and he can steal you away to a tavern or an inn and dance long into the night. He holds you in his arms and carries you wherever you could possibly want to go and if it were up to him, he would never let go of you again until the end of times.

#matchup #matchups #the hobbit #the hobbit matchups #bard #bard the bowman #hobbit #bard the bowman x reader

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