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berryblissbby · 3 years ago

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Fiercest; devoted;

Pairing: Princess!reader x Guard/Warrior! Hajime Iwaizumi

Word Count: 9,500

Warnings: Use of blades and knives

A/N: Sooo this is the longest thing I've ever posted on tumblr and one of the longest fics I've ever written. Ive only even written a handful of things to completion before so please be kind (⩾﹏⩽). I'm currently reading TOG and this story was born from me trying to process HOF so if you see some parallels just look away! This is fanfic we borrow, not steal. And finally I must say, must I write a plot? Can’t they just learn to tenderly love each other in the end?

AND! AND! Here's the pinterest board i made for this fic, i'm so sorry that all the references are white people omg, pinterest has shit diversity.

Summary:

The moonlight won’t let you forget, the sunlight brightens the truth.

You are his princess, and he is your warrior. Raised together Hajime is your greatest source of comfort when he suddenly pulls away, igniting your temper and flaring animosity towards each other. Either under the light of the moon, or the rays of the sun, you’ll fight it out, just like always.

You were the princess of an empire. Heir of the kingdom that was the pinnacle of learning, healing and safety for anyone who wished to stay there. Books, music, and art were all treasured, and culture was allowed to thrive and breathe. Your court was beloved, held strong by devotion and loyalty, “the strongest court in the world” the people said. You were loved as well, by your parents and their people. Adored, you were their future.

Hajime was a lesser by his kingdom's terms. In a kingdom of magic wielders, he was unwanted nobility. So he was sent to you, to your kingdom, where compared to your human court, with a little magical blood in him, he would be strong. He was to be your guard, to keep you safe, and when you were ready to rule your bond would be unbreakable.

You were nine and he was thirteen . Delightfully shy- to adults- you lacked true friends. Hiding behind your mother, father or nursemaid, you could be found with your nose in a book. Even at celebrations it was the same, unless you convinced your mother or father to dance with you, much to everyone’s joy.

But then you had Hajime, and even though you were scared, with red rung hands and shifting eyes, he danced with you. Uncoordinated and silly, gentle smiles turning to grins and grins to giggles, you landed on the floor in a heap of laughter. Everyone could tell- when you were with him your timidness melts, and is met with ferocious quips and laughter full of love- that you would grow to be a shining queen. You didn’t worry, your child princess self, because when you were sat on your heaviest burden, your own little throne, he would be behind you. With his chest puffed up, his daggers sharpened and shining. Already your fiercest warrior and most devoted protector.

You grew together, his dark eyes were always watching you, blanketing you in warmth. When you learned how to fight and hold a dagger correctly he practiced with you, until your coordination and form were perfect. When you were strong enough for a sword he was right there as well, much to the captain of the guards dismay. You practiced together, but he never let you win. It was infuriating, his determined expression and unrelenting jabs. But “it’s for your own good” and you knew you'd best him one day.

He snuck into your room, when your chambers were too big, and the darknesses fingers too long. He stayed in the chair in the corner, and listened to you talk until your words slurred and you fell asleep. Your maids usually find him still there, curled up, in the morning.

He was right beside you when you learned how to ride a horse by yourself at ten years old, with shaky hands and gasping breaths. And when you fell off- the one and only time- he picked you right off the ground, dusted off your dress, and growled at the stable master.

He wiped the tears off your face as fast as they fell. Your little hands gripping the front of his shirt begging him not to leave.

Hajime pulled you to his chest, shushing you again. It was awkward, just two little kids clinging to each other, one barely old enough to comfort the other. But you needed him nonetheless.

He was right there the day you got it, hanging off the rails of the round pin, pumping his fist in triumph as you and your horse trotted in circles.

Looking over, a grin breaking across your face, you met his own grin. It sent shivers down your spine, blooming in your tummy. You could see it, with that feral grin on his face, you understood what type of man he would be. He truly was a warrior.

He stood behind you when you first attended state meetings with your father, against the wall with the other guards. You had been terrified. You hadn’t known, really, what they were talking about, and you had been scared that they would ask you questions you wouldn’t know the answer to. But Hajime was there, and that made your words a little more steady.

He was eighteen and you fourteen, budding into adolescence, and it seemed to be everyone’s business. He was turning into a man and you couldn’t help but notice, not that you would ever speak of it.

He was leading you horse, walking you around the gardens. He liked to pick and choose when you should be treated as a princess. With swords in your hands he tended to ignore it, but at times like these, you were an heiress and he was an indentured servant.

“I don’t understand”

“It’s a tragedy, it's supposed to make you sad!” You say. “It’s about the ‘what if’s’ and the yearning, you have to focus on the yearning.” You giggle at your words, as you drag out your syllables.

You were telling him about your latest book, and how it had left you heart broken for the two lovers. With bad timing, and greedy people stealing their chances at love, they could never be together.

You always told Hajime about your books, you couldn’t help talking about the ones that you couldn’t get out of your head. He was an amazing listener, and you appreciated him dearly for it. Even though his face would remain blank and his eyes would shift all around you, looking for threats, he would always pay attention.

He scoffed. “ Well, what if I don’t care about yearning, what if they’re just stupid? The answer was right in front of them.”

“That’s not the point Hajime,” you pout.

He scowls up at you, stopping your horse.

“What?” You can’t help but laugh at both of your dramatics.

“Just don’t let me catch you doing anything dumb like that,” he doesn’t let you answer, starting your horse walking again. ¨Idiots.¨

¨Hajime!¨

You appreciate him, in every sense, always protecting you, in body and soul.

He was twenty and you sixteen. Your temper was epic, it shook the stone walls and snapped as easily as the ribbons on your dresses. But your heart was just as easily broken. You were a slave to your emotions and you could feel it, festering in you. You would never let it show to the court, but your family knew, and so did Hajime. There was little left of the girl who used to hide behind skirts.

You didn´t know if it was a gradual process, or if you woke up to it one day, but suddenly you couldn´t stop watching him. You couldn´t stop admiring him. He was so big, and strong, and he made you laugh so hard. His hands were soft, and large. He was smart, catching things you hadn’t in meetings, and his voice would send shivers down your spine when he whispered in your ear, telling you things about the people you were surrounded by. Things that he had learned to keep you safe; precautions. You couldn't stop your cheeks from heating up anymore, they were perpetually flushed, and it was impossible to hold his gaze. Things that wouldn't have mattered before made you stutter. But what set you off, was when you would look up to him, when you expected to meet those cool eyes, they would be somewhere else.

Before, when you had been upset, you would drag Hajime to the training rooms and throw him a sword. He would let you get a few hits in, before winning, of course. But only after you got everything you needed out. He was the cool water to your raging disposition. He had a sternness to him now, even though his fiery character could rival yours sometimes, he knew when to hold back. And when he did, his easy answers and cool voice were equally frustrating as they were calming. You shared more together while in those practice rooms swinging swords than anywhere else. But now you had lost the thing that had made it better.

Now you only saw him when mandatory, behind your throne and next to you at meals. He seemed to be more interested in the guards and other warriors than you, so you ate in silence and read alone at night. You eventually requested a new guard, and your parents said no. You two were friends, and he was sent here for you, that would not be changing overnight. But he didn't feel like your Hajime anymore, your friend or defender. Because he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, not like he was supposed to. Or how you wanted him too.

It made you burn when you looked up and he wasn't looking at you. The embers in your chest that would flare when you didn't get your way, when someone disagreed with you, when Hajime said something brash, were a roaring fire. You didn't understand why things had changed, where it had come from.

You saw it, when his eyes met the older courtiers- well, older compared to you. You saw the eyes of the women on him, how they trailed over his broad back and strong arms. You knew that the lady’s had started taking their walks through the section of the palace they had previously thought of as unpalatable. They would bat their eyelashes and fan their fans in front of them as they walked past the training rooms, hoping to catch Hajime in only a thin damp shirt. It was infuriating.

You took to ignoring him, long lonely months. It was intense, the war between you both, silently throwing glances at each other, both sets of eyes holding promises of worse words to come. He was a weight behind you at all times, dragging your heart deeper into a pit of solitary despair. He left you whenever he could afford, never letting your parents or the other guards see. You were kept safe, but it wasn’t comforting like before. The walks to your rooms after dinner were the worst, the internal battle inside you was tearing you to shreds. Should you talk to him? Confront him? Bear a dagger and rough it out? But he would leave you by your door and walk away before you could decide anything at all.

You had burned too bright, the fire in you now gone. The fury that had kept you warm was nothing but a cold pit in your chest.

You were all alone, every day that knowledge split you open like a cold blade. You were determined to stay away from him, to not bother him, since he obviously didn’t want anything to do with you. But one day, it all became too much.

You had attended a dinner tonight, with a distant royal family. And they had said things to you that they had no right to say. They had spoken as if they had known you. They knew things about you that made your skin crawl. All of those things were somewhat common knowledge, but then they had started making assumptions about you, asking you things that if you were a queen you would have known the answers to. But you weren’t, you were a stupid little princess, with no one. And you felt so small.

The only thing that made it worse was when you realized you were bracing for something. After every one of their comments, you were waiting for one of Hajime's raging blows. For him let his temper go, just a little. To tell them how it was, to defend you. But it didn’t come, you looked over and he wasn’t paying attention. What happened to your warrior? Your watcher? Your protector?

You remembered a conversation between you and Hajime, before. It was late at night, Hajime was laying on the rug in front of your heart, his arm thrown over his eyes. Your book set to the side.

The candles had all burned low, but the fire stood strong. It casted a blood orange glow across half of his body, the other half a stark blue. You didn’t know if he was asleep, and took your time admiring him.

The side away from you, from your vantage point lounging on the couch, was flushed. His mouth was pulled down slightly, but it didn’t scare you. That looked like you’re Hajime, with sharp teeth and a barking laugh. Who felt everything thrown at him.

You didn’t know how he hid it so well, but he really did experience everything; he might conceal it, but it was in there.

You looked at the other side of him, the one in a cold blue light from the moon coming in your windows. You wondered if that was what other people saw, the straight backed man, who knew who he was and what he stood for.

You said his name gently, he grunted in response.

“Do you remember… that tragedy I read years ago, about the two lovers…” you explained a little more, trailing off.

He took a deep breath saying, “ yes, with the idiots.”

You don’t bother hiding your pursed lips before you say, “what… what would you do in their situation, since they’re such idiots.” You pluck at a thread on the couch, not looking at him.

From your peripheral vision you could see him turn his head to look at the flames, and suddenly a wave of anxiety hits you, you're scared to know his real answer, his honest one.

You get up and walk to the window, and the stark difference in temperature makes you shudder. It was starting to snow, just barely. The moon was so bright, causing the gardens below your window to glow. The marble walkways mirroring back the moon.

“I would…” you look back at him, with a hand still on the window sill, and almost gasp. “I would run too, because I wouldn’t know any better, just like them.” He had sat up and turned away from the fire, his whole front blue and cold.

You couldn’t stand the window anymore, and went to sit by the hearth.

You think he’s run. He’s carried himself as far away from you as he can without abandoning his responsibilities. The gap between you is the largest thing you have ever felt. A dark ravine, and on the other side was him, with his back turned to you. Everything is blue, the moon won’t let you forget, it refuses to shroud out the light, so you can’t remain ignorant. You hate it. And every day, you come closer and closer to falling into that deep crack in the earth, reaching out your arms, stretching your fingers, feeling the rocks shift under your feet, pebbles falling into the dark pit, maybe to never hit the bottom.

You couldn’t calm yourself even hours later, your mind would go back to dinner when you tried to read, and you couldn’t sleep. Sometimes, when it was too late to brandish swords or you were too young to hold one, Hajime and you would walk the palace halls. Running from guards not to be caught, jumping on chairs in forgotten sitting rooms, daring each other to grab things from the kitchen. All before putting his grumpy cool mask back on and escorting you back to your rooms. But you never dared walk the halls yourself, you were always too scared. Hajime... Hajime, he would always take you, and make you feel better.

You had been pacing your rooms, trying to find a way to fix your hurt. Trying to come up with any solution. Sitting down on your bed, you put your head in your hands, pleading with the tears not to fall. You wanted him to make you feel better again, you wanted to feel safe with him behind you, not cold and unwanted.

You didn't know what to do, really, you told yourself as you snuck your way into his rooms, holding your breath the whole way there, still scared. Closing the door behind you you leaned against it, and for a moment, it felt like before. He smelled the same and the room was so warm it made you shiver in satisfaction. But he was a warrior, so your moment of peace didn’t last long as he rolled over, almost reaching for a weapon before he realized who you were.

You tried smiling, but seeing him like that, with his dark hair messy, and cheeks ruddy from sleep just hurt you more. You couldn’t stop the quiver in your lip.

“You've been crying,” he said, pushing himself off the bed slightly. You tried not to watch the blanket fall off his shoulders.

Nodding, you turn your head, wiping away tears with your wrist, not looking him in the eyes. You took a moment, trying to calm yourself and almost took a step towards him, but you caught yourself. That made the tears come faster. If things had been like before, you would have ran to him. You won't have hesitated, you wouldn't be bracing for something foul to come out of his mouth.

But those things didn't matter, not when he finally sat up and opened his arms letting you throw yourself at him.

He rocked you back and forth, pulling you onto his lap, cooing at you. “What’s wrong, what’s the matter my princess.” The vibrato in his voice echoed through you, made you want to melt, but it was also painfully familiar.

His kind words only made you cry harder. How long had it been since you had heard him speak to you at all? And it had to have been even longer since he had been kind to you like this, only reserved for when you were totally alone, and desperately in need.

There was so much wrong, but you could only find it in yourself to shrug. He let out a scoff. Pulling you back, you tried to hide your face, but he grabbed your chin to make you look up. He swiped a thumb under your eye, catching a falling tear. You almost smiled at his frown, how you had missed it, when it only promised light scolding, not cruel disregard.

“I j-just... want you t-to m-make me feel better,” the last word comes out in another desperate sob and he pulled you to him again.

He hummed saying, “Don't tell me someone did this to you.”

You shake your head, burying your face in his chest. You didn't want to face the truth, that he had been so neglectful that he really hadn't seen what had happened at dinner.

“Let's get you to bed, okay?”

You desperately nod, you had missed this so much. You had missed his kindness so much. You almost felt like little kids again, and he led you through the dim hallways clutching your hand. Like when you had first met.

You woke up alone.

Cold, sober reality washed over you like water, slithering down your spine. Oh. Things were not back to before. You hated Before, it taunted you. It laughed at you as you broke each time the word crossed your mind. Before was better, the most shining and brilliant version of what you had lost.

He was escorting you across the castle, and you battled with yourself again. Just like always but worse, now that you knew he was still in there. The contrast ached more. You almost didn't say anything, but you passed by a set of windows and happened to look outside.

It was spring, almost summer, and everything was green again. The hills outside rippled as the green grass swayed. Beyond the grass were wildflowers. You wish you and Hajime could ride out there and lay in them. But you couldn't- or, he wouldn’t.

That makes you stop for some reason, and you walk up to the window looking out. He stops too, remaining behind you.

“Hajime,” You say quietly. He doesn't say anything, facing forward.

He wouldn’t look at you. He refused until you grabbed him as hard as you could with your little hands, not holding back when your nails dug into his wrist and forearm.

He tried pulling back, but you wouldn’t let him. Grabbing one of your wrists he made you yield.

“I’m not... we’re not going to talk about this, not yet,” he said the words with shifting eyes, not able to meet yours for too long. “I can’t.”

You had never minded him when he was his serious self, because you would always see the loving side of him eventually. When you were alone, when it mattered. But this, the firm cold shoulder, it wasn’t the protective one you were used to, it was cruel.

“Well,” you spit out, ripping your wrist from his grip, “ when you can finally tell me your secret, it better be important, because right now I don’t appreciate being ignored- ignored and...” you struggled to find the right words, your chin quivering, eyes filling with tears. Unloved? Unprotected?

“Whatever this is,” you gesture at him, the venom in your voice dissipating with each syllable. Until each blink yielded more tears.

¨You´re dismissed,¨ you tell him, you could make it to tea just fine by yourself.

You were furious, angry, livid. The only thing that dosed the ever flaming embers in your chest was the announcement your father made. You had known it was coming, but him telling everyone solidified it.

He had called you and Hajime to his private rooms a few nights before, you two had met in front of the door.

You were to decide which member of your court would take the oath to be your protector and advisor. Everyone knew it was going to be Hajime, but sometimes a ruler didn't have such loyal followers, and they would choose from a selection. But your father wanted to follow tradition and tell you properly. You had come of age, it would be time for you to take up more responsibility, and this was the first step.

You could feel him standing next to you, facing your father and mother where they sat. The emers in you were doused, replaced by a rush of freezing water that contrasted your hot tears. You couldn't imagine spending the rest of your life like this. You would be a horrible queen if this was the future that awaited you.

Before he made his oath to you, there was to be your birthday celebration. A frantic day of eating, receiving gifts and dancing. Who would you dance with?

Tight lipped, you thanked your parents and walked out. You could hear Hajime behind you, and you didn't try to quiet your ragged breathing as the tears flowed.

They had threatened to fall when your father stood up at dinner and told your court.

It was your birthday, you hadn't danced with Hajime, and you always danced with Hajime. Everytime you could, you let your face relax and your smile melted away. You were exhausted. But someone asked you to dance.

The man no older than Hajime, with fluffy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, asked you with a hypnotizing smile. He spun you around and said the most outrageous things in your ears, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face.

You would pass a couple and he would share their most treacherous secrets. Nothing too bad, just outlandish enough that you would blush and want to hit him- only lightly.

He asked you again and again, until you finally had to say no, your face was hot, your skin was covered in a layer of perspiration and you were sure that your hair had fallen out of its updo.

You made your way back to your seat on the dais, next to your parents. You didn't realize that Hajime had moved from his spot on the wall, blending in with the other guards, to stand behind you.

Taking a seat, you hear a scoff. Straightening your back you almost don't believe it. Maybe it was the exercise, or the fact that you were feeling loose after laughing so hard. Or maybe it was because you were actually having fun, but you found that tonight- tonight you had energy.

You could feel it in your chest, that scoff has blown a harsh wind over those embers, fanning them a glowing orange.

“Yes, Hajime,” you say, slightly turning your head in his direction. You tried to keep your tone light.

He grunted, not saying anything. You place your hands in your lap. He won't even give you words.

“Tell me,” you say, face blank, friendly tone gone.

“Nothing, Princess.”

How dare he scoff at you and pretend you were the crazy one.

You spun in your seat. There he was, in his nice uniform, with your kingdom's mascot and colors. Your mascot and colors. Your kingdom's mascot and colors. The kingdoms that you would rule, mascot and colors.

The blades strapped around him were intricate; polished and shrap. He looked straight forward, not acknowledging you. He looks good, something inside of your chest whispered, but was whisked away as your eyes caught on the dagger on his belt, with the same color jews as his uniform

You stood up in a flurry, so fast that he only had time to brace himself before you were grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down to your level. Nails digging into him all the while.

“Follow me,” you say through gritted teeth. Pulling back looking him in the eyes, you tell him exactly what he needed to know. It was an order, an order from his future ruler. The exchange was so fast you knew no one would see it.

Spinning on your heel you walked down the dais and straight into the crowd of dancing people as they desperately tried to not step on you.

“Princess,” Your father said from his seat behind you. You knew he was objecting at your rudeness, but you didn't care, the act of disobedience spurring you on. You hear the music halt, only for a second, but you keep moving.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you as you made your way further and further towards the doors out of the hall. Each breath wasn’t enough oxygen, and your vision spotted, but the chills rippling over your skin were addicting.

You knew Hajime was behind you.

You didn't answer any of his furious remarks as you grabbed his forearm, dragging him through the palace. You turned down a certain hall and he stopped talking.

You threw open the doors of the practice hall, letting go of Hajime’s arm. Marching down the long open space, so big it could probably hold dozens of bodies, you open one of the cabinets across from the row of tall windows. The room was dim, and you don´t think of lighting candles.

Selecting two swords, you slide one to him across the floor, to where he stood still at the door. He stopped it carefully with his boot, as it spun towards him.

Looking up from the sword, he says, ”No.”

“Pick up the sword, Hajime,” You say from across the room, sword in your hand. You’re not sure why you threw it at him, he already had one on his hip. Maybe because it was unfair, that he could always have one and you could not.

He scoffed at you, leaving it on the ground.

“Pick it up,” You growled.

He didn't have time to roll his eyes before the twin dagger to the one on his belt landed in the door frame, next to his head.

You watched his eyes flick to your hand, smoothing out your skirts, hiding the slit that led to your thigh. You switched your sword back to your dominant hand, breathing already ragged, not looking away from those sharp eyes as he picked the sword off the ground.

You stayed exactly where you were as he walked towards you.

“You are b-”

“I don't want to hear any of what you have to say about my behavior.”

He rolled his eyes, stopping in front of you, getting into his proper stance. You mimicked him.

“You are being a brat.”

You swing for him, and he easily blocks, sending your sword arcing through the air, still in your hand. He sends a shallow jab at you, which you take a step back from.

“What right do you have judging the people I spend my time with?” You say, jabbing right back at him, which he blocks with a sweep of his sword. “And when am I not?”

You go for his left, which he dodges, and as he came around spinning to face you again, he swung low at the wide skirts of your dress. You hear it rip and feel the cold air hit your calves. Taking two steps back he observes you, lowering his sword, intentions clear.

He thought that would end your little fight.

He thought that the ruining of your dress would make you stop, that you were shallow enough to ask for his mercy just because of a tear in your skirts. It made you furious, knowing he wasn't taking this seriously.

You feint lunging at him, he swung from the right, and you blocked, swords suspended in the air for just a moment.

“Stop it.” You say, voice almost a whisper.

You grunt and pull back. Circling each other, you watch as the moonlight brightens his face. The circling continues, and no words are exchanged, giving you time to think about what had been said, only making you more upset.

You had faults, in moments like these, you couldn't hide your next move, anger making you just want to act. You swing at him, and he blocks. While your sword is up, he takes the chance to roll, and shove you backwards away from him. A dirty trick.

“Stop what?” He says to you, looking at you from where you had stumbled a few steps away, face blank.

You looked at him, with his back to the windows, face shrouded in darkness, and you hated him.

Before you could think about it, before you could flinch and regret your actions, your arms were arching up, throwing your sword across the room. Watching as Hajime involuntarily followed its arch through the air, sinning blade spinning over handle, until it landed in a clatter. You watched him all the while, and saw his shocked expression before he could hide it.

“I am your princess,” You growl, his head snapping back to you.

“I am your princess!” You yell, taking a step towards him, chest pressed to his.

“I am your Princess!” You scream, shoving him backwards toward the large windows.

You pressed against him, leaning him back against the window sill. You stretch to your tiptoes, your hands clutching his shirt as you stare into his eyes. With all the venom you can manage, panting, you say, “I am your princess! I am your princess and you will do as I say!”

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed. You barely hear his words, or his sword clatter to the ground, your breathing too ragged, your heart beat too loud. You could feel it, in every part of your body, it echoed through you.

And in that moment you can almost see him. That flash in his eyes, that tone of voice, his breath fanning over your face. He was your Hajime, only for a second.

“Stop it,” you say, losing momentum with each word, “stop it.”

He finally tugs himself free, ripping your hands from him. He doesn't let go as he presses you a few steps back and leans down to look into your eyes.

His eyes were dark, and you lost him again, the Hajime you want. You yearned to bang on his chest and beg for him back, but you don't dare break the delicate dance you two were in.

“I see them,” you hiss, trying to get in his face, “I see how they look at you.”

“Who?” He spits.

“Your courtiers.” You say the words as if it's a curse.

He throws your hands down, taking steps to the door, still facing you.

“Nothing?” You ask. “You never have anything to say anymore.”

“Why does it matter?” Squaring his shoulders he looks at you straight on.

“Wh-”

“Why does it matter if they look at me?”

“It- I-”

“Tell me why it matters, Princess, and maybe we can talk. I don't want part in your tantrums.”

You watch him walk away, listening to every fading step, until you only have your breathing to fill the silence.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that night, it made you sick, haunting you with the memories of what you had said to each other.

Maybe you had been wrong. Wrong to order him to follow you, wrong to act so brash, wrong to scream at him, and to accuse him of those things.

You scolded yourself for acting that way, to let your temper control you. It had felt good, until you had crashed.

The option-less future spread in front of you. What would you do? Exhaustion was seeping into you, a new type of tired, one that you would do anything to amend.

If your temper wouldn’t fix your problems, you would have to try something else, even if it burned you from the inside out.

You called him to your rooms, something you had never done before. There was no need to call upon each other, you always knew where the other was

Hajime found you in the chair in the corner, the one he used to stay in; you rarely used it.

The last rays of evening sunlight were shining in your windows, cascading over your body.

Your face was illuminated by the sun, every beautiful line and imperfection was open in the light. It made you glow, like you should have been kept in a painting so you could be adored forevermore. You were golden, hair caught fire, glowing like a beacon of truth. The heir of an empire, the hope of thousands.

“Majesty,” he bowed, something he had only done a handful of times, for special occasions. It felt forgien and stiff doing it there.

“Iwaizumi” you said, it sounded like a song, a sigh and a prayer and a plea. But it wasn’t right.

When was the last time you had called him that? Never, a furious voice in the back of his mind told him.

“It’s almost time for me to choose.”

He stood up straighter, meeting your eyes for the first time. There wasn’t that look in them like before, of hurt and hardness. Determination that you would power through. It was just a fact.

It was almost time for you to choose the person of your court to swear a never ending bond with. To protect each other, in body and soul, to in turn protect your kingdom.

You looked down at your hands, and he was compelled to take a step forward to make sure he heard you, but not too close. He had a feeling that if he took another step he would see your red rung eyes, and he didn’t want to think about that.

“I want it to be you… I'm sorry for that night, for yelling, and trying to cut you into pieces. But…” You take a deep breath and look out the window. “ I don’t know what’s changed, and I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted, and whatever I’ve done, but I want it to be you”

With those last words you looked him in the eyes. The anger was gone, and all he saw was a tired princess. His tired princess. You didn’t break his gaze, not saying anything more .

He almost wanted to question you, the maturity in your words shocking. But he stayed quiet; that wasn’t his place anymore.

You had said your peace, he knew, as he looked into your eyes, with your face passive. It was his turn now, to come to you and bear his teeth, to gouge the hurt out of his chest in to lay it bare for both of you.

Hajime had a memory he kept close to him, right on his hip. He might have kept it on his ribs, the ones that protected his heart, if that was where you kept daggers.

It was the winter solstice celebration from years before. Hajime and you were in your parents' private rooms, giving gifts.The two of you sat on the floor next to the fire, with your parents on the couch in front of you.

“Now this one is for both of you.” Your mother explained, handing you both identical boxes. “Open them at the same time.”

You gave Hajime one look before tearing into yours. He didn’t get to see your reaction as he worked on delicately undoing the ribbons, but he heard your gasp.

Resting in your hands was an exquisite, shining dagger. You gently held it up, and both your heads turned in to stare at it.

“Oh my…” You gawked.

Hajime went back to his gift and opened it to an identical dagger. Twins.

He held his up, and you two compared.

They had blades of shimmering silver, with curved tips that looked sharp enough to split hairs. The handles were of matching silver formed into delicate patterns, inland with jewels that matched your kingdom's colors. The metal reflected the light of the fire behind you, flickering gold and orange, like the blades held the sun.

Looking up to your parents your father explained. “I had those made for the two of you.”

You waited, but that was all he offered. Hajime watched you balance the dagger in your hand, turning it over and examining it.

“They’re beautiful.” You say.

“I would hope that you don’t use them on each other, and only wear them for celebrations, but I doubt that is something that will happen.”

Hajime chuckled, looking down at his own dagger. The king might not have said it, but he had a feeling he knew what the daggers were for.

They were the two of you. Cut from the same stone, at each other with blades as sharp as diamonds, all while in your shining castle.

They were to remind you where you came from, that you two were one in the same, and that you were to work together. Much better to mar an enemy with the same blade than have the one that matches your in your gut.

“Thank you,” he said.

Hajime looked at you, and you were smiling. Leaning over, your grin was feral, and he couldn’t help the electricity that went down his spine.

“Do you know what this means?” You ask. “I need to get my dresses tailored.”

Hajime ruffled your hair, but your smile was burned into his memory. One in the same. Maybe his future queen really would be as strong as him.

Hajime could learn to like that.

Hajime was trained by your father and his men to be a warrior. Your warrior. While you were trained in how to fight men across oceans and continents, he was taught how to fight men with steel and teeth. You did give him a run for his money when you brawled, but he knew that he would never want to be facing you in a killing field, with an army at your disposal.

Your cleverness was beyond him, not that you would ever give yourself credit for it. But you were still young, and when he caught something that you had missed in meetings or conversations, the sparkle in your eye, the way he knew you were in awe of him, was addictive.

In all honesty, Hajime wasn’t your only lover, or admirer, you had many. Your parents were kind to you, your father could often be found making you giggle, especially when you were seated next to him at meetings. Your mother and you discussed books and music. You would often receive compliments from your father’s advisors and friends, which always made you blush in thanks. And your mothers lady’s loved to give you advice about clothes and any romantic endeavors you might go one. Not that there were many. The boys liked winking at you, and making you blush. Hajime tried his best to keep that to a minimum. Your court did love you, they loved the princess that was bashful and kind, but had the cleverest ideas at council meetings. You were the beautiful shining light, in your beautiful shining castle, and you would keep your court strong.

Those were all things that Hajime knew well. Painfully well. Because he was always the first to notice. He had seen how they all cared and vowed to make sure that you would stay that way, that you were protected and cared for. So your light never went out, so your kingdom was always strong. He would do what he must, he would not let your court fall.

So when he had looked at you and the light in your eyes had changed, he felt responsible.

It wasn’t a bad change, just different. It only took him a short amount of time to pinpoint what it was.

He couldn’t love you, not like that. He couldn’t let himself break you, because he knew he’d manage somehow, he was always a little heavy handed.

What protector would he be if he broke your heart? If he was the first one to weaken you? To welcome you into the cruel world you would be entering, of choosing the best of horrible options, of lying and deceiving? He would not be the one to welcome you to that.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe you could take it. He wouldn’t be the one introducing you to the hurt, he could be the one to guide you through it.

He was surprised when he found you, always too afraid to wander the place at night. You were in a sitting room, long forgotten by the court, locked away and covered in sheets.

It was one of the rooms you would play in as children, with the furniture pushed to one corner; each and every one of the walls between the tall windows was covered in paintings.

By now both of you had them memorized, whether that be by sunlight, candle light or moon light, both of you knew each of them well.

You were only looking at one, standing right in front of it, your favorite painting of them all.

Hajime watched you, in the light of the moon, stare at the picture. Your profile was perfectly outlined by the stark light.

“Tell me about her again,” he asked, voice carrying across the room.

You spare him a glance before turning back to the painting.

You take a step closer and take a breath. “Her name was Kiyoko.”

You bring your hand up, and with only a finger you delicately trace the frame.

“She was the most beautiful woman in the land, and the man who painted her was in love with her, but there were few who weren’t.”

Hajime didn’t have to see the picture to know what it looked like, he had spent plenty of time looking at it with you. The girl was beautiful, with silky black hair, pale skin, and eyes that felt like they knew all, like they were windows into the fiercest storm.

He knew the curve of her lips and the mole on her chin, and the pastel color of her dress. She was framed in a sea of greenery; plants, grass and trees all around her. Despite her pale dress and cool eyes she was surrounded by orange flowers, and in the corner of the painting, were perched crows.

He wasn’t sure what made you stare at that painting like you did. Like you could see details that weren’t there. You had always said that when you looked at it, you longed for the frame to expand, for the picture to grow wider, to see what she saw.

You also had a thousand questions for her, you wanted to know her as intimately as you knew her face. But she never answered, staring back with those eyes, until only Hajime was left to answer your questions.

“She was loved by everyone, it was said that you would be blessed if she acknowledged you, and if she spoke to you, you were destined for the most devine heaven.” You move your finger from the frame to the painting, looking like you would touch it, but you don’t, only coming infinitely close.

“She married the man she loved, and had a laugh that sounded like bells.” You bring your hand down and step back from the painting.

“You would be her most devoted admirer.” Hajime said.

“I already am,” you smile looking down at your hands, “but I think she would have deserved a beautiful friendship.”

It wasn’t a real story, her name was Kiyoko, that was the name of the painting, but each time you told it, it was different.

Looking up to reply to Hajime, you met his eyes. On his face was a smile that delicately curved, turning his mouth up.

That smile… the curve of his mouth, the sharp teeth behind it. It made your knees week, the relief of seeing it again.

He took steps towards you, until you were standing shoulder to shoulder looking at her again.

“What do the crows mean,” he asked, encouraging you to keep going.

You take a moment before answering. “They’re her other admirers, only to ever love her from afar.”

He hummed, and you swear you could feel it in your bones.

You turn to look at him, right in the eyes.

“It matters… it mattered because you weren’t looking at me.”

He tried to speak, but you stopped him. “No, listen to me.”

He wouldn’t look away from your eyes, face cool.

“I couldn’t- can’t- you just… you weren’t looking at me, and I didn’t know what to do. It’s unbearable.” Your words were so quiet, always so quiet in moments like these

It seemed like he couldn’t bear to break the silence as he said with narrowed eyes. “You think I don’t know, that I didn’t see?”

“You won’t break me Hajime,” you say with a scoff. He almost flinced, coming close but stopping. Like you had seen right through him when he wasn’t expecting.

“You don’t know that,” he hissed, “I know, saw it, everything, and I made that decision. I won’t be the one to introduce you to that, to be the first one to hurt you.”

He spoke with his hands, and you watched them as they moved. They were so wide, well taken care of, you remember them being softer than expected.

“You’re supposed to protect me,” you grit through your teeth. You don’t know if he can tell how flushed you are, but you know he can see the silver lining your eyes.

“H-how am I supposed to protect this kingdom, t-this court without you! I can’t do it without you.”

“You’ll do just fine,” he said, standing up straighter.

“Don’t say that! Why would you- why would you say something like that.”

It was getting hard to get the words out, every time he spoke you ached more and more.

He was panting, like those words had winded him. His face was hard, unyielding. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and covered your wobbling mouth. A sick imitation of a comforting embrace

He didn’t know what to do. His princess was shattering right in front of him and there was nothing he could do.

There was no one to point a blade at, no where to keep you safe. Looking at the tears in your eyes, he knew that this had been happening for a while. You were begging him to take his words back, any of them, but he wouldn’t let himself.

Hajime resisted the urge to look down at his hands. He’d always been heavy handed, that's what he had said to himself. He was trying to shield you, gods-dammit, but those hands had done more harm than good when it really mattered.

All he could do was watch you crumble in on yourself, while he stood feet away.

He was clueless. He always knew what to do. Your faithful, balanced Hajime was at a loss.

You could see it, you blinked and you were there. No longer in that moon-bathed room, but outside, children again.

How old were you? Nine? Eleven? How old was he? Thirteen? Fifteen? You were just children; the same as always. Had you even grown up, were you always clutching each other like this? So dependent yet so unaware of each other?

You had never seen him like this, he lived with a sword in his hand and a shield on his back. His upper lip stiff, his will unmoving.

But the man standing in front of you was desperate, with his hands splayed in front of him, like they would burn you if he got too close.

Why couldn’’t you just say it, why were you two always dancing around it? Your own choreography, your own sacred, unique steps.

“I’m tired,” you say, shoulders dropping, eyes lifting to the ceiling.

“I am too,” Hajime admitted.

You closed your eyes tight, feeling more tears fall from your lashes. And when you opened them again, you were met with steel. Not like the steel of blades, but unforged steel, ready to be shaped, reborn.

Looking into those eyes, the irises that framed hurricanes, it felt like those roaring winds blew right through you. Breathing life into you, fanning your flames. Maybe she could answer just one question for you.

This is the last time, you vowed to yourself, no matter how it ends.

Hajime didn’t ask questions as you dragged him through the palace, his presence giving you a little more confidence than before.

Up and up you went, just when he thought you were done taking him up stairs you found another set, and headed right to the top. You only felt him hesitate once, but you didn’t look back, and he followed. You made it to the top. A tower that was once a sentries station.

“How did you… isn’t there someone working here?” Hajime asked.

You didn’t have to look at him to see the crease in his brow. “No, there’s no need to have anyone up here.”

Your kingdom had been peaceful for years, if any attacks were to come, they would not be so often as to need guards on the lookout every day. Hajime knew that, so you followed. “I haven’t been sleeping, so I’ve just been walking around at night… and I wound up here.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew what he was thinking. You never walked alone, the fact that you had been in that sitting room tonight was shocking. But you? Wondering up here?

On one hand, you hoped that he was feeling guilty. On the other, you felt horrible for tearing him up like that. But you knew that was how he was feeling, he wouldn’t push it to the side this time. Not with it spelled out in front of him.

Crossing his arms and leaning back, he gave you a look of disapproval, but you were no stranger to those cunning eyes. You tried not to dwell on the picture before you, slowly focusing into something- someone you recognized.

You walked up to the window, leaning against it, staring at the slowly brightening horizon.

“Just tell me why.” Was all you said.

Hajime stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with you, hand on the cool window sill. The warmth that encompassed Hajime's side almost made him purr, you were so close.

He took a moment to look at the view, the mountains in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun. The dark sky was slowly becoming a splash of deep colors.

“I don’t just protect you, your life isn't your own. What I do affects you, what I see keeps you safe. What I let you do… it could change so much. If I stumble, if I overlook something- so much is at steak. And I know what you were thinking when you looked at me.” He paused as you nodded, and watched your eyes move from the horizon to the city nestled below the palace. “So I stopped, and you were pissed.”

“I’ll be disappointed if you say you didn’t see that coming.”

“Well, it worked to my advantage… until you woke me up that night…”

Your smile melted, but you didn’t say anything. Maybe he was bracing for something, that crackling irritation he was used to. But it didn’t come.

Hajime stiled. Maybe this wasn’t him talking to his princess anymore, as you listened, as he spoke, he realized it was his queen in front of him.

“You hurt me. You were mine and then suddenly you weren’t.” He sat there and listened as your voice cracked

“I’m sorry”

You turned to look at him. “You can’t break me that easy Hajime, we’re one and the same, in sword and devotion. I want you at my back, I want you protecting me. I need you to want the same. I thought- I thought we agreed on that. So please… let me choose you.”

“Please let me be your princess, please let me choose you, I want you to protect me, the right way.”

With you next to him he could see the sunlight reflected in your eyes, how it made them sparkle, how the roofs of your city seemed to wink up at you with the last slivers of moon light. Telling him how much hope they had for you, how they knew that their princess would keep them safe.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.

With that admission, you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him as hard as you could. You took a few breaths before pulling back, still keeping your arms around him, looking into his eyes.

“Let me be your princess Haji, please.” It was like you were looking for something in his eyes, not breaking the connection.

“Always,” he whispered, leaning closer, not looking away.

“But you aren’t my princess.” He watched your eyes flutter and he drew closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you right against him. “You're my queen.”

He met your lips, and you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He didn’t think he could ever forgive himself if he made you feel like you had again.

And as the sun created the mountains, and it's morning rays illuminated you and Hajime, he knew that his hands might have broken you, but they had also put you back together.

Pulling away from Hajime, you try not to look as out of breath as you felt. You stared into his slate eyes and felt like he had never left, that the time between you that had hurt you was just a memory, a distant past.

They say you can’t remember pain. Maybe its to give you the courage to forgive, to be able to try again.

You watched his mouth as he said, “I'm a fool.”

“Then that would make me a fool too,” you muse, tone playful.

“No,” he said, shaking his head slightly, furrow in his brow. “We can’t have a queen who's a fool.”

“Then what am I?”

“An idiot,” you watched his mouth as he said it. His smile was crooked, like he was trying to hide it.

“Like the lovers,” You breathe, your own smile spreading across your face.

“Like the lovers,” he repeated.

The word lovers echoed in your head when you decided you wanted to kiss him again.

With each breath, you felt the embers inside of you cool to ashes, blowing in the wind like ash.

You might have lied, that night wouldn't be your last fight, but it would never be like that ever again.

Hajime and you were once again in the practice hall, but this time things were different. You were both giddy, as the early morning sun glinted in your eyes. You tumbled and swung your swords at each other, but this time it was laughter shared between you, not savage words.

You felt like you two were dancing again. With your dress whispering around your legs, and the dagger that matched Hajimes visible around your hip, you felt like you had that night as children, when Hajime first taught you to laugh.

You weren’t upset, or nervous this time, as you gave each other bruises and sore shoulders. Because later that morning at the ceremony you knew who would be standing next to you, with his back straight and his shoulders down. Your fiercest warrior and most devoted lover.

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Pink Crayons and Pinky Promises - Part 2

Summary: Being a super cool big brother is hard work sometimes. Especially when you don’t feel as big as usual, Vee doesn’t feel as little as usual, you parents are asleep, your baby sister’s pullup needs changing, you both need breakfast, you don’t know where crayons come from, and you miss your Mommy. But Mommy always calls Roman a clever little boy, so he’s gonna try to deal with all that stuff anyway! That can’t be too hard, right?

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As much as Roman tried to enjoy colouring again, it was suddenly really hard. His head felt stuffy and his chest felt full—and not in the nice bubbly way. In the yucky balloon way. The yucky balloon always meant he was bored, and Roman hated being bored!

He threw the crayon to the carpet and pouted around his toothbrush. Not even chewing the crunchy bristles could stop the yucky balloon that was swelling in his chest. He rubbed his feet on the carpet again, but that didn’t help either. And now his fingers were feeling tingly! It was the worst feeling in the whole entire world forever and ever!

He groaned and flopped back to lie on the floor with his arms spread out. Bobbles of the carpet caught under his fingernails as he scratched it over and over again. Everything sucked!

Vee squeaked.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Roman asked, feeling a little bit… not little anymore. It wasn’t that he wanted to be big—he really, really didn’t—but it was always tricky staying so little without a grownup there to encourage it.

There was no response from Vee except some little babyish hums. Then some silence. Then an even louder sound: a chirp!

Roman raised his head from the floor just enough to see Vee’s back. Fae was wiggling around on faer butt with faer hand still held to faer mouth. Sucking sounds told Roman that fae was still eating the melon. And every couple of seconds, fae would make more squeaks and hums and chirps!

The yucky balloon in Roman’s chest deflated. “Is it yummy, Titch?” he giggled, sitting back up.

Vee always made funny sounds when she ate. Daddy called them yummy sounds, and Mommy said that was stimming too. It didn’t look much like stimming to Roman, but Mommy was super duper smart so Roman believed him. He liked this version of Vee’s stimming a lot because the noises were fun to listen to!

More chirping met Roman’s ears. Then he saw Vee’s legs kick out gently against the floor. Kick, kick, kick, quick but soft. That meant Vee really liked what she was eating.

Vee being happy made Roman feel a whole lot happier, so he picked his crayon back up to keep colouring!

The only sounds in the room were the crayon scribbles, the toothbrush bristles, Vee’s yummy sounds, and Roman’s little giggles when Vee made a particularly funny noise. He was smiling so hard and for so long that his cheeks even ached!

Then one of Vee’s squeaks got cut short by a whine. Roman looked over at his sister just in time to see faer pick a big black seed from faer mouth and drop it onto the carpet.

“You don’t like the seeds?” he asked, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth. There were a few seeds all over the carpet where Vee had apparently dropped them already.

Vee shaked faer head. “Wucky!” fae squeaked, and even stuck faer tongue out to show just how yucky fae thought they were. “Not s’posed to eat them ‘cause then Daddy can’t gwow them!”

That gave Roman a really creative and clever and funny idea! He tried to look casual, inspecting his toothbrush as if it was far more interesting than what he was about to say.

“Well they can still grow,” Roman started with a sly smile. “They would just grow in your tummy instead of the ground.”

He waited a moment—just long enough to seem cool but not dismissive—then checked Vee’s reaction.

She was frowning suspiciously, the tip of her tongue stuck out in thought. (Though she might have just been licking some melon juice from her lips. There was definitely enough dripping all over her cheeks.)

“They don’t do that…” Vee’s fingernail went back up to her sticky lips and she went quiet again. Then she whispered: “Do they?”

“Sure they do!” Roman nodded. He acted surprised and asked, “You’ve really never had a little fruit tree grow in your tummy before?”

It was pretty funny watching Vee’s eyes get slowly wider. Fae shook faer head. “No, I—Well I don’t think so.”

Roman’s lips betrayed him by pulling into a smirk, but he quickly shoved his toothbrush back in his mouth to hide it. “I fink you woulda noticed if you did. You woulda felt it for sure.”

It was less funny watching Vee’s eyes get quickly shinier. “B-because it hurts?!” Faer breathing got faster and faer eyes darted down to the seeds on the floor. Then fae pulled faer legs up into another tight hug. “I don’t wan’ a fwuit twee hurtin’ m-my tummy!” fae whimpered.

Uh oh.

“No, no, no, Vee! I didn’t—It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt!” Roman scooched on his butt to be right next to Vee and wrapped his arm around her.

“How d’you know?” Vee’s voice was really quiet. She was still scared.

Roman had to think something up real fast. And fast ideas weren’t always the bestest ones.

“I had a melon tree in my tummy once.”

It could’ve gone a whole lot worse than it did, but luckily Vee didn’t look upset by Roman’s answer. She just looked really freaked out.

“In your tummy?!” Vee squealed.

Her voice was so loud and squeaky that Roman even dropped his toothbrush on his empty plate to cover his ear! “Hey, we don’t wanna wake Mommy or Daddy!”

“In your tummy?” Vee repeated in a whisper.

A giggle bubbled up Roman’s chest and out of his mouth. His feet went brush, brush, brush. “Yeah, Titch! That’s how I know it doesn’t hurt.”

All of Vee’s attention was now on Roman. Her mouth was dropped open and she was staring at him and leaning forward. “Was it when we had the melon when it was waining?”

Roman shook his head and sat up straight with a proud smile. “Nu uh, that was only a month ago. This was way before that. Like before you lived with us.”

“Wow…” Vee gasped. “Did Daddy help you get it out?”

Roman’s eyes went wide and he hurriedly added, “No, Daddy didn’t know about it! A-and neither did Mommy, so don’t ask them ‘cause they won’t remember.” That was a close one! He didn’t wanna be in trouble for thinking of cool answers that were maybe not that true.

Vee nodded in understanding, then looked down at her fluffy socks, frowning. It looked like she was thinking hard.

After a few moments, fae hummed and nodded to faerself. “Okay, but even if they’re weally small and it doesn’t hurt, I still don’t want any twees in my tummy.” As if to prove faer point, Vee picked a seed out from one of her melon cubes and dropped it on the side of faer plate.

“Suit yourself,” Roman shrugged. Then—just to prove to his baby sister that he was a brave big boy—he picked the seed up and popped it in his mouth.

“Wo-Wo!” Vee screeched and launched herself on top of him. Her feet kicked out behind her and flung the melon and crayons all over the floor. “Don’t, it’ll gwow in your tummy again!”

Roman laughed even as Vee was crawling into his lap and getting really close up in his face. Then he stuck his tongue out to show her the seed. “I mot swawowed it yep!”

A big gasp came from Vee and her hand quickly lifted, ready to reach into his mouth! But Roman was super fast and grabbed her wrist before she could. Vee kept pushing her hand forward though, and Roman jolted back to get away from it.

With Vee’s weight in Roman’s lap, they both tumbled back onto the carpet, Vee still trying to put her sticky fingers in Roman’s mouth and Roman pushing her hands away as fast as he could.

“Eww, what are you doing?!”

“I’m gonna take it out!”

“No, don’t touch me!”

“Gimme da seed!”

“Your fingers are all sticky and—”

“We not s’posed to hab twees in our—”

“Get your icky baby hands out of my mouf!”

Suddenly, a low chuckle came from the hallway that made both of the littles freeze. They looked over at the living room door just in time to see it push open…

To reveal Nana Janus!

“You two certainly have a lot of energy this morning,” Nana said, smiling as he stepped into the room.

“Nana!” both littles squealed in unison.

“W-we didn’t know you were here!” Roman scrambled to sit up and pushed Vee off his lap. She didn’t cry or anything, she just wriggled onto her butt and held her arms up to Nana, whining. What a baby!

“Good morning to you too, little ones.” Nana looked around the floor and his smile went a bit different—like the smaller, tighter, wobblier one he had whenever Vee was throwing her toys everywhere or Roman was running around in his underwear. The tired kinda one.

“I see you’ve been busy…” he said slowly, kneeling down to where Vee was making grabby hands at him. “Looks like Nana has his cleaning work cut out for him, don’t you agree?”

Roman twisted his head round to look over the floor. There was lots of icky melon and seeds and cereal and crayons all over the carpet. He bit his lip and looked back at Nana with a giggle. “Oopsy daisy!”

That made Nana’s bigger smile come back. “Oopsy daisy indeed.” He pulled Vee into his lap and it made her stop whining. “But don’t get yourself in a fret, little prince, we can tidy up a bit later.”

What silly words! Roman giggled and brushed his feet all over again.

“M-m-m-m—”

The baby was trying to talk! Roman and Nana both looked at faer and Vee blushed under their attention. Fae wiggled and pulled at faer pyjama shirt again. “M-m-me and Wo-Wo are habin’ fun!” Faer voice went real squeaky and happy.

“You’re having fun? Without me?!” Nana gasped dramatically and held Vee’s shoulders, jiggling them a little.

Big giggles spilled from Vee, and then Roman joined in. They looked at each other with excited smiles. Nana was funny!

When they had gotten over their giggle fit, Nana spoke again. “I was listening to your conversation for a while. Roman, I never knew you were so knowledgeable on crayons and melon seeds.”

Electric excitement coursed through Roman’s veins and he bounced on his butt and brushed, brushed, brushed his feet and scribbled his fingers on the carpet! “Yeah, I-I-I teached Vee lots!”

“Yes, I know,” Nana said with a different smile. The sneaky kind of smile. He pointed at his eyepatch. “I could tell.”

Heat flooded Roman’s cheeks. Nana only ever wore his eyepatch when he was seeing lots and lots of yellow. And Nana only ever saw lots and lots of yellow when someone was doing lots and lots of lying.

“Um, Nana?” Vee whispered, tugging Nana’s waistcoat and making him look down at her instead.

Phew! Saved by the baby.

“Yes, little hatchling? Did you want to play with my watch chain?”

Vee shook her head and looked at Roman. Then she tugged Nana’s waistcoat again and leaned near his ear. Like she was tryna keep Roman from hearing it! But her whisper was too loud for Roman not to hear:

“Did you come down the chimney?”

It took a lot of effort for Roman to not roll his eyes. Ever since Christmas, Vee kept asking Daddy if anyone was gonna break into their chimney. And now it was summer! Roman thought it was a very silly thing to be worried about. Of course no one could come down their chimney; only Santa Claus could do that ‘cause he was magic!

And while Nana did know lots of magic tricks, it was a different sort of magic, Roman was sure. Although, Nana always bringed them lots of presents. And Roman saw him eating gingerbread cookies with milk one night when he was babysitting them… Maybe Roman would have to investigate if Nana had any links with the North Pole!

“No, darling,” Nana assured, tucking Vee’s bangs behind her ear. They were getting real long. “I didn’t come down the chimney.”

Vee sighed in relief.

“Did you, um, crawl through the dog door?” Roman laughed, knowing he was being silly. It was fun to be silly with Nana because he made cool jokes!

“Well yes, but that was last week,” Nana said, then winked at Roman.

That was his special way of telling Roman he was joking, because Roman was clever and he knew what sarcasm was! It made him feel super big and cool to be in on the grownup joke while Vee looked at Nana in shock, so he wiggled happily.

“I just didn’t go home last night,” Nana explained.

“Did you sleep in da apple twee?” Vee asked.

Nana laughed loudly and cuddled Vee closer to him. Roman hugged himself. He wished Mommy was here…

“That was the original plan, but then your Daddy said I could sleep in his bed. So I thought I might as well accept the offer.”

Roman gasped and got ready to speak—but Nana gave him the warning look and beat him to it.

“No, Roman,” Nana said sternly and raised his eyebrow—the one with the shiny piercing that Roman wasn’t allowed to poke anymore. “Before you accuse me of anything, your Daddy was not in there with me.”

Roman squinted at Nana suspiciously. You could hardly blame him for wanting to make sure his Mommy and Daddy weren’t cuddling anyone else!

Then Nana pulled a pack of baby wipes from his sleeve making both of the littles gasp—that’s the kinda magic tricks he did! “Now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to this morning while I clean Vee up a bit, hmm?”

The warning voice was back to a soothing voice, and Roman felt all wiggly again!

“Um, um, um!” Roman started, taking a big, stuttering breath. His chest was tight with just how much energy he had to get out, and his mind was racing with all the stuff he wanted to tell Nana!

Like about how he stopped Vee from crying and how he offered to play without his cars so his little sister could join in. Or maybe about how he was so clever in thinking of how to get downstairs and make breakfast all without breaking any rules! Ooh, or about how brave he was for not crying when his hands got yucky and how he helped his baby sister read the crayon label! Oh but he wanted to show Nana his drawing too!

“Um, um, um, uh, um, um—” Roman babbled, his tongue struggling to keep up with his brain.

“Let’s start with what you did once you were downstairs, little prince,” Nana interrupted softly. “Can you do that for Nana?”

It was weird how Nana didn’t need to raise his voice over Roman to get the thoughts to stop zooming so fast in Roman’s brain, but it worked! Roman took a deep breath to calm down. It was really hard to talk right when he was so excited.

“Um, we-we-we—I made breakfast!” he said louder than he really meant to. He was just super happy because he knew Nana would praise him!

“Oh goodness, all on your own?” Nana’s jaw dropped in surprise as he passed Roman a fresh baby wipe.

Roman giggled with a nod and took the baby wipe to clean his hands. Then he accidentally made a weird happy, throaty sound. Kinda like Vee’s yummy sounds. He bit his lip to hold any more back and wiggled his knees as he wiped his fingers clean.

Then Nana gushed, “What a smart little boy you are, Roman!”

“Eep!” Roman couldn’t hold that sound back. “Y-yeah, yeah, yeah, I am!” He felt almost dizzy with excitement! He quickly finished cleaning his hands then screwed up the wipe and dropped it into Nana’s lap. “I was so clever and-and-and big!”

“Very big indeed,” Nana agreed while he ran his own baby wipe over Vee’s hands. He swirled his finger on Vee’s palm and she squealed and kicked her feet and twisted her head to rest it on Nana’s shoulder.

Then Nana tutted and picked off a piece of cereal that had been stuck to her cheek with melon juice.

“Eww!” Roman giggled. “Vee, you got food everywhere!”

Vee just giggled back and buried her head in Nana’s neck. It looked like she was getting even more little now that they had a grownup with them. Roman was too! He just wasn’t a baby.

“Come on, sweetie, up, up.” Nana stroked Vee’s hair as fae lifted faer head back up and looked at him with a pout. “Say ahh, baby. Ahh, ahh,” Nana demonstrated, holding his mouth open and his chin up.

“A-a-ah!” Vee opened her mouth in a little circle, and Nana quickly wiped all over her sticky cheeks.

“There we are,” Nana whispered, screwing up the wipe and dropping it into Roman’s lap. (Roman squawked and flicked it off straight away!) “Well, I certainly hope at least some of the food ended up in your little tummies.” Nana’s finger swirled on Vee’s tummy this time and fae squeaked and quickly hugged faer tummy.

“Yeah, look!” Roman blurted, remembering yet another thing he needed praise for. He hurriedly grabbed his Spongebob divider plate and held it up proudly. “Look, Nana, look!”

“Yes, darling, I’m looking. And do you know what I can see?”

Roman nodded quickly, eyes tight shut with a smug smile. He was such a good boy and he knew it! “Mhm, my empty plate! Be-because I was a good boy and eated all my breakfast!”

“Oh, it’s not quite empty.”

There was no way that was true! Roman remembered, he eated all of his food! He opened his eyes, knowing there was nothing left on his plate except his—Uh oh.

His chewed up toothbrush…

“Roman, look at Nana.”

The warning voice was back and Roman bit his lip and lowered the plate back to the floor. Keeping his mouth firmly shut, he looked up at Nana with the most innocent smile he could muster.

Suddenly, Nana’s hand darted forward, his fingertips landing on the sole of Roman’s foot and scribbling over his sock.

“Aah, Nana!” Roman squealed, immediately falling into a stream of laughter.

He hurriedly pulled his feet under his butt so Nana couldn’t tickle them anymore. (It was really fun when Nana or Daddy tickled his feet, but not as fun as when Mommy did it. Mommy was Roman’s favourite tickle monster!)

But then Nana’s fingers held Roman’s chin up and gently pulled his lip down. Oh no! Nana had tricked him!

“Nanaaa,” Roman whined, scrunching his face up and squinting his eyes shut. His gums kinda hurt from his mouth being open…

Thankfully, Nana dropped his chin quickly. But it was too late. Roman opened his eyes and saw Nana giving him the you’ve-been-naughty look.

“Your gums are positively raw, Roman!” Nana tutted. Then he sighed and shaked his head. “Would you care to tell me why you’ve been chewing your toothbrush when your Mommy and Daddy and Nana have all said that that’s not allowed?”

“Uh ohhh…” Vee whispered, and Roman glared at faer. Fae hid faer face on Nana’s shoulder again.

“I not been chewing it!” Roman defended with a pout. “I was just, um, lookin’ at it!”

That was never gonna work. All Nana had to do was tap his eyepatch for Roman to scramble over an excuse.

“Um, w-well I might of chewed it a little, but only ‘cause… Um, be-because—”

Vee’s head quickly poked up from Nana’s shoulder and she squeaked, “He was chewin’ on it all mornin’, Nana.”

“Little prince!” Nana scolded. “You know you’re not allowed to do that. I’m going to have to tell your parents.”

“Vee-Vee, we had a deal!” Roman whined and kicked his feet on the carpet. What a little tattletale!

Vee didn’t look sorry at all! She even had an evil little baby smile and fidgeted with her pyjamas while she giggled. “You said don’t tell Mummy or Daddy! And Nana is allowed to tell them!”

“What a cheeky little monkey,” Nana chuckled and tickled under Vee’s ear, making her squeal. “That was very clever, baby.”

Hot, heavy stuff filled Roman’s ears and head and he clenched his jaw so tight his gums hurt all over again. Two could play at that game! He crossed his arms and argued, “Well then I’m telling Nana you didn’t change your bedtime pullup!”

That stopped Vee’s giggling. Roman even felt kinda proud at how much her face dropped and how loud she gasped.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Nana’s voice was so soft it kinda surprised Roman. His own mischievous smile dropped off his face and he looked up at Nana.

Nana was looking down at Vee’s face with a worried kinda look, and he stroked her bangs again even though they were already tucked back. “Is that true, darling?” he whispered.

Fae tugged at her pyjama top again and nodded silently. She looked like she’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it

“Can you tell Nana if it was wet when you woke up?” Nana asked gently.

It made Roman’s heart and tummy drop when he saw Vee’s eyes go wet again.

Now he probably looked like he’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it…

“Nana?” Roman mumbled, hunching his shoulders a little when Nana looked at him again. “Um… her pullup was wet but she said she didn’t wanna change it.”

Vee whined loudly. Faer body went really stiff on Nana’s lap and fae looked up at him really scared—like fae was getting ready to be told off.

“Shh, it’s alright, Vee.” Nana’s hand cupped Vee’s cheek. “You’re not in trouble.”

Even Roman sighed in relief. He never wanted to get his baby sister in trouble.

Nana continued, “But your pullups aren’t like your nappies, sweetie; we really need to change them once they’re wet. We don’t want any leaks, do we?”

All of a sudden, Vee’s wet eyes got even wetter. Fae sniffled and tugged faer pyjama shirt down. Kinda like if fae was trying to hide faer—

Oh… Roman’s tummy sinked even more.

It looked like Nana thought of the same thing, because he had a sad kinda smile now. “Can Nana please check, little one?” he asked really quiet.

Nana nudged Vee’s hands off her pyjama top and out of her lap. Then they could see a small wet patch on her pants.

Vee started whimpering and wriggling straight away.

“Oh, sweetie,” Nana cood and cuddled Vee back on his chest again, swaying her gently side to side.

She made a sad squeaky sound and choked, “Didn’t kn-know.”

“I know, Vee. Shh, it’s not your fault, darling.”

Roman’s eyes went wide. Did that mean Nana thought it was his fault?

“It’s not my fault either!” Roman quickly yelled. “She wouldn’t let me help! A-a-and she pinky promised that she wouldn’t have a accident!”

“Didn’t m-m-mean to!” Vee cried back, but it was all muffled because her face was on Nana’s shoulder again.

“Hey, hey, both of you stop for a moment.”

Both littles went quiet. Even Vee’s sniffling stopped.

Nana nodded at Roman and squeezed his arms tighter around Vee. “Very good. Now we’re all going to take a deep breath, all together. On three, ready?”

Roman’s lips twitched up at the corner and he scrunched his fingernails in the carpet again. He liked taking a deep breath with Nana, it always helped. So he nodded.

“Alright,” Nana said very quiet and soft. “One… Two… Three.” He squeezed Vee’s shoulder to let her know it was time to breathe, then they all took a big breath in.

Roman’s chest filled up, up, up with air, like a big balloon. He watched Nana and when Nana nodded with his chest puffed out really far, they all breathed out again slowly.

Once it was done, Roman’s tummy felt a lot better.

“Now—” Nana’s voice was still soft “—it wasn’t anyone’s fault that Vee had a little accident. Vee, sweetie, do you remember what we say about accidents?”

Vee’s pink cheeks puffed up like they did when she was thinking real hard sometimes. Then she looked up at Nana with her fingertip between her lips. “Um… jus’ habben.”

“They just happen,” Nana repeated with a smile. “They’re not bad or yucky or naughty. They just happen, and that’s okay.”

Once Vee nodded (and smiled when Nana kissed her cheek), Nana looked over at Roman.

“And it’s not your fault either, little prince. I know you were just trying to help your sister feel comfortable. And the most important thing is you didn’t make her do something she didn’t want to do.”

Roman’s heart felt a bit lighter hearing that. But not completely… “Fae still got wet pants, though,” Roman whispered. “I wanted to help faer stay dry!”

Nana shook his head and patted Roman’s knee. It made Roman wiggle his toes. “That’s not your job, sweetheart. And wet pants are very easy to fix, aren’t they, little one?”

For a moment Roman’s tummy flipped in excitement. Nana didn’t call him little one very much, but Roman always loved it when he did!

But then he realised Nana was looking at Vee, not him. Vee was the little one, not Roman… It made his chest feel spiky and whooshy.

“Now let’s get you in a fresh pullup and dry clothes, little love,” Nana told Vee while he reached over to pick up her pacifier from where she dropped it on her colouring. “Those ones can’t be very comfy, can they?”

“Gaga pwup?” Vee babbled with her whole thumb stuck in her mouth. She was obviously more of a baby now. Which meant she couldn’t play with Roman anymore!

“Yes, little hatchling, Nana will help you change your pullup.” He held up the pacifier and Vee gasped. “Do you want your dummy, baby?”

Vee did the grunt that meant yes please, and Nana pulled her thumb out from her mouth and put in the paci instead.

“There we are!” Nana smiled. Then he moved onto his knees like he was about to lift Vee and get up.

But Roman hurriedly grabbed Nana’s wrist to stop him from standing. “We weren’t finished colouring yet!”

Both Vee and Nana were looking at Roman surprised. He let go of Nana’s wrist and pouted grumpily to hopefully distract them from his blush.

“Little prince, I know you and your sister were having a lot of fun on your own.”

Roman nodded enthusiastically.

“But it’s time to fix a couple of things now,” Nana said slow and gentle, like he was being careful not to make Roman cry. But Roman wasn’t a baby, Nana didn’t need to be careful! “I need to help Vee change and then we’re going to tidy up.”

“No, I don’t want to! I want Vee to stay and colour and I want you to go away!”

The last bit wasn’t completely true… But if Nana was going to make Vee not play with him and make him do boring chores then Roman didn’t want Nana there!

“Listen to Nana, little prince,” Nana sighed and sat back down on the carpet, pulling Vee closer on his lap again. “I know you like to be a big boy, but today I think you’re too little to be on your own. That much is clear from the mess you’ve both made. Neither of you are in trouble,” Nana quickly added when Roman’s shoulders went tense. “I know you couldn’t help yourselves, and that’s okay. But now I think we need to give you some grownup supervision before anything else goes awry.”

“W-we’re gonna wake up Mommy?!” Roman squealed, bouncing a little on his butt. “I’m gonna show him my colouring and my plate and the cereal pieces and—”

“Not so fast, darling,” Nana chuckled. “Your mummy still needs his rest, so Nana is going to be your caregiver this morning, alright?”

It made the inside of Roman’s chest swishy and crackly and hot. Like lava! Like angry, sputtering lava!

“Now while I help your baby sister, why don’t you start by collecting all of the crayons and—”

“No!” Roman yelled.

Nana went silent while Vee whimpered. Roman knew it was bad of him to yell around the baby, and it was kinda scary to be a bad boy because he really didn’t want to be bad… But he didn’t want to clean up either! He wanted to play!

“Okay then,” Nana started, slow and gentle again. (Roman wasn’t a baby!) “Perhaps you can start by picking up the pieces of food from—”

“No!” There was no way Roman was gonna touch icky floor food! He crossed his arms tightly.

“Roman.” Nana used his strong voice. “We are not doing this today.”

The strong voice meant he wasn’t happy with Roman, and sometimes it even meant Nana would tell on him to Mommy and Daddy later. The idea of Mommy being disappointed in him made the backs of Roman’s eyes burn and his lips pull down, but he quickly scrunched his face up angrily so no-one noticed.

Nana’s voice was a bit softer when he said, “I’m sure you don’t want to clean up the mess, but I’m afraid it has to be done. If we do it together—”

��No!” Roman yelled again, his voice cracking a little.

It made Vee whine and look up at Nana, who took a deep breath.

Roman knew he was being really naughty now, and it made him feel scared and embarrassed and sad. But he was nearly gonna cry and he really didn’t want to in front of Nana, and Nana wanted to take Vee away from him, and Nana wasn’t letting Roman see Mommy! Nana was mean and Roman didn’t want to do what he said! He grabbed his toothbrush to hold it tight. It made him feel better to hold his favourite things.

“Would you like Nana to help you clean the—”

“No!” This time he even raised his foot from the carpet and stamped it back down! (It was hard because he was still on his butt, but Roman had a lot of practice stamping his feet in all kinds of situations.)

Nana ignored the foot stamp. “Well then would you like to be left alone?”

Roman’s eyes widened and he clenched his toothbrush so tight it hurt. Being left alone sounded really scary and made Roman’s throat clog, but he couldn’t let Nana know that! So he gritted his teeth and put all his strength into making his voice steady: “No, no, no!”

The look on Nana’s face wasn’t happy at all. It was tired and annoyed. “Then you’re clearly too little to make a decision for yourself. Nana is going to help you whether you like it or not.”

“No!” Roman shouted. “I don’t want Nana, I want—”

Roman gasped and closed his mouth really tight. Hot tears made his eyes wet.

Even though it was blurry from his tears, Roman could still see Nana’s face soften. Then Nana asked in a low voice, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

And that was exactly how Mommy always sounded when he was cuddling Roman and helping him to stop crying.

Without any warning, Roman suddenly felt his face crumple and his mouth made a squeaky sad sound. He quickly buried his face in his arm to try to squeeze the tears away like before, but it was too late. His sleeve was already getting wet from him crying.

“I-I—” Roman squeaked, trying to think of another clever idea. But it was too hard. He couldn’t think about anything except…

“I want my mommy!” he wailed into his arm. His tummy sinked all the way down now, and he hugged it with his free arm to try to make it feel better.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Nana cood softly.

It made Roman’s tummy swoosh so he hugged it even tighter. Then he heard some quick shuffling and suddenly a warm arm wrapped around him. Nana’s hand laid flat on his back and rubbed up and down, nice and slow. It helped Roman take a deep breath, but it was shaky and got caught in his chest. A sob broke free and he bit his lip.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, little prince.”

“I w-want Mommy,” Roman whimpered, spluttering on his tears.

“I know you do, Roman,” Nana whispered and Roman slowly leaned against him. It was warm to lean against Nana and it felt safer. “Oh, you poor thing.”

Another little squeak met Roman’s ear, and for a moment he thought it came from him. But then he felt small fingers wrap around his hand and knew it was Vee. Roman whimpered and squeezed his sister's hand gently. He hoped fae knew it meant thank you.

Fae squeezed his hand back.

Nana’s hand went circle, circle, circle on Roman’s back. Nice and slow. “You miss your mummy, don’t you, little one?”

Roman waited a moment to find out if Nana meant him or Vee. But then Nana squeezed his shoulder softly and repeated the question. Roman was the little one.

With a wet sniffle, he dropped his arm from his face. There was no point hiding anymore, Nana and Vee definitely both knew he was crying. He still didn’t wanna look up from his lap though.

“I just—” Roman cut himself off because his voice was all croaky and thick and wobbly. He whimpered and squinted his eyes shut and squeezed his toothbrush as hard as he could. This is why he hated crying, it made him sound like a baby!

“Deep breath, little prince.”

Just like Nana said. Breathe in, deep… Breathe out, slow…

That was better. Plus, Nana’s hand was still rubbing Roman’s back and Vee’s fingers were still squeezing Roman’s hand. It all felt very safe.

Roman quickly wiped his sleeve over his eyes then looked up at Nana.

It was easier to whisper when he cried, so Roman tried that instead. “I just want Mommy to see h-how clever I been.”

Nana had a sad smile. “And he will, darling. Just as soon as he wakes up.”

Roman didn’t like that. It made his tummy sink all over again just thinking of waiting even longer to cuddle Mommy.

Then Nana’s fingers gently wrapped around Roman’s other hand and lowered it. Roman had started raising his toothbrush to his mouth without even realising! He pouted as Nana tugged his toothbrush down. Chewing his toothbrush would help him feel better right now, but he wasn’t allowed.

“Don’t you think it’ll be so much more fun to tell Mummy all about—” Nana’s eyes swept over the messy room quickly before landing back on Roman “—your endeavours after we’ve tidied up a bit? Then you can brag—uh, tell him all about how you helped to clean up, too.”

“But I want Mommy now!” Roman whined, stamping his foot again. It wasn't as hard this time though, only a soft kick. “I waited all morning a-an-and I always wake up Mommy and he’s never ever mad about it!” His lip wobbled even though he was sure he was done crying now.

The hand rubbed circles on his back again, nice and slow. It reminded him to breath in, deep, then breathe out, slow.

“I don’t doubt it for a single second, Roman,” Nana said in a bouncy voice. It was the babysitting voice and it made Roman’s tummy feel lots calmer. Even Vee perked up at the sound and wiggled happily on Nana’s lap. “But your mummy wasn’t feeling very well last night. Do you remember?”

Roman’s lips twisted in thought. Last night Mommy felt sicky and he was sad and his bedtime was really early, even earlier than Vee’s. After a moment of thought, Roman nodded his head. “Mommy was feeling yucky.”

“Wucky!” Vee squeaked and bounced in Nana’s lap with a squeal.

Roman giggled at faer excitement. Fae was just a baby, so fae didn’t really know what they were talking about… Fae probably just liked that word! It was kind of funny when the baby was excited when something not very exciting was happening!

“That’s right,” Nana said, wiggling his finger on Vee’s side. She smiled and wiggled just like the finger. “And when we’re feeling yucky, we need lots and lots of sleep to feel better.”

“But… b-but if Mommy was awake and he saw what a good boy I been then he would be happy,” Roman whined. Then he added, “And maybe I can make Mommy feel better.”

Nana’s lips pulled up in a smile and he gave Roman a squeeze. “That’s very sweet, Roman, but it’s not little ones jobs to look after their parents. That’s a big grownup job…” The hand on Roman’s back lifted away, but before Roman could pout, Nana poked his nose! “And I think we might have a very little prince this morning, hm?”

It made Roman blush and fidget. “Mhm…” he agreed quietly, then felt his toothbrush stroke across his lip before Nana tugged his hand down again.

“No, darling,” Nana scolded gently, tapping Roman’s wrist. “No chewing. Unless you want me to tell your Daddy.”

Nana was beginning to sound like Vee. Apparently being a tattletale ran in the family… With a massive sigh that he hoped would make Nana feel really guilty, Roman dropped his toothbrush back to his plate. Then he stuck his tongue out, just in case Nana didn’t realise Roman wasn’t happy about it. It made Nana laugh!

Maybe Roman wasn’t that annoyed. It actually felt really nice and soft and warm and bubbly and safe that Nana was trying to help him stop chewing the toothbrush, even if Roman really wanted to. His gums were super sore now anyway. And no matter how clever Roman was, he was still only a little boy! He knew that grownups usually knew more than he did. That was okay though! It meant Roman could just play and have fun and leave the big responsible stuff to the grownups.

“Gaga?” Vee whispered.

When Roman looked down at Vee, it was obvious she was pouting behind her paci. And she was tugging at her wet pants.

Nana’s cold fingers unwrapped from Roman’s wrist so Nana could cradle Vee’s head. “Sorry, sweetie. Let’s get right on that.” His thumb stroked over Vee’s cheek and she hummed and closed her eyes. She looked kinda sleepy.

Then Nana paused and looked back at Roman softly. “I know you’re worried about your mummy, little one, but I was with him for an hour or so last night. I promise you that he’s okay.”

Normally Roman believed Nana (unless Nana winked at him, which meant it was a big kid joke!) but this was very important. So Roman needed Nana to make a very important promise.

“Pinky promise?” Roman asked, holding his little finger up.

Nana’s pinky wrapped around his without hesitation. “Absolutely. Pinky promise,” he said very clearly, and Roman believed him. Then Nana’s hand dropped and his smile was back—the happy, soft one! “And I bet once he’s all rested up, your mummy would love to play with you later.”

Obviously! Mommy always loved playing with Roman because he was such a clever and creative little boy! Roman’s legs vibrated just thinking of all the fun he would have with his mommy. “Maybe-maybe-maybe playing lots!”

“Lots and lots!” Nana gasped, then he shuffled Vee around in his lap to start getting her ready to stand up. (She whined, but she always whined when she had to use her legs.)

Roman giggled, “A-and maybe he will play cars with me!”

“Oh, I’m certain he will.”

“And Nana you’re allowed to watch us play cars!”

A big chuckle came from Nana as he stood from the floor and helped Vee stop from tumbling over. “Thank you for your generosity, little prince. I would adore being a spectator for the hundredth time.” Once Vee was standing upright, Nana unwrapped his arm from her shoulders to hold her hand

“W-well, now you get to be a vip spectre!” Roman assured Nana, bouncing up onto his own feet. He jumped up so fast his head went all spinny and he had to hold Nana’s arm to help stay balanced.

“A V.I.P. spectator, sweetheart,” Nana corrected. (But Roman didn’t like saying each letter on its own. It took too long.) “As I said, I would love to do that later. But for now—” Nana held his empty hand out to Roman “—will you please come with me and your sister upstairs?”

Roman pouted at Nana’s hand. It was nice to hold hands, but it felt like Nana thought he was a baby who couldn’t walk on his own. Like Vee.

“Um…” he muttered, wringing his hands to avoid holding Nana’s. “But I’m a big boy. I can stay here on my own and clean the mess.”

Roman didn’t want to be on his own or clean the mess, but he did want to sound like a good big boy.

“That’s very true,” Nana nodded slowly, lowering his hand. “But you see the thing is, I seem to have forgotten all of the rules to your special car game. So I need you to explain it to me all over again, otherwise I’ll be completely lost when I watch you play with your mummy.”

“Awober again,” Vee whispered.

“Nana,” Roman giggled. How silly of Nana! “You always forget the car game rules!”

“I know, it’s funny how that happens. Now could you be a good big brother and hold Vee’s other hand for Nana?”

Yay! Now Roman got to hold someone’s hand and still feel like a big boy! Roman quickly bounced to Vee’s free side and took her empty hand, very happy that it wasn’t sticky anymore.

“Wo-Wo!” Vee cheered, smiling up at him past her paci and hugging his hand to her chest.

“I’m gonna help you walk, Vee-Vee!”

“Good boy,” Nana praised from Vee’s other side. “Now, are we all ready to head upstairs?”

Roman and Vee both nodded at Nana. It was fun when they were on their own, but it felt better to have a grownup to help them with grownup stuff. At least Roman thought so.

“Alright, here we go, little ones,” Nana announced, and they all started walking toward the hallway hand in hand. As they stepped carefully to make sure Vee didn’t trip up, Nana asked, “So will you be so kind as to tell me about your cars again, sweetheart?”

Roman’s cheeks bunched in a big smile. It was good Nana kept forgetting the car game, because it was Roman’s favourite thing to talk about!

“Okay! For the billionth time!” Roman laughed, his chest bursting with excitement for the day ahead.

“For the billionth time. I think I remember a little though. It’s the blue car who always wins the race, right?”

“Nana, it’s the red one!”

“Oh, of course. How silly of me.”

“Siwy!”

“Yeah, Vee, Nana is silly!”

“I suppose I am. What else can you tell me about the red car, little prince?”

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wickedobsessed101 · 3 years ago

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"Sewing It Up" Oneshot #9: "March Madness"

Villy’s eyes shot open and she bolted up in bed. Her body told her it was still the middle of the night, but her brain told her she didn’t have much time to make it to the bathroom. She pushed herself up, and stumbled towards the door, one hand covering her mouth as the other trailed along the wall. She finally reached the bathroom, but stubbed her toe on the doorway and fell to her knees, her hands sliding across the cold tiles.

The pain shooting up her leg was the least of her worries; the only thing helping her crawl to the toilet was the adrenaline pumping through her veins and the imminent threat of her stomach forcibly expelling last night’s dinner.

She threw the lid up, not even flinching at the loud clang echoing, taking a few heaving breaths over the toilet until she started hurling.

She had just finished the first wave when she felt someone kneel next to her, placing a hand on her back. “… Geri…”

“I’m right here, Dovey,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her hips as the second wave hit her.

She finished and leaned against him, letting him wipe away the stray hairs sticking to her clammy forehead. She weakly pawed at the handle to flush the toilet, but her arm flopped down, and Geri took care of it for her.

“Was it something you ate yesterday?”

She had eaten an early dinner at the shop with Elphaba, since both of them skipped lunch. “P-Probably.” If it was the reason, she knew it wasn’t the full reason.

“Do you want some ginger tea?”

“No…”

He shifted to hug her closer, wrapping his arms around her stomach, but was quickly pushed away due to the third wave.

“Let it out,” he whispered, rubbing her back and fighting the urge to gag at the smell.

After one more wave, Villy was sure her stomach was completely empty and collapsed against her husband. She still blocked his attempts to touch her stomach, and was glad he settled for holding her hands instead.

“What… time…”

“Almost three. Are you ready to go back to bed?”

She hummed, making a face. “Can we… stay here for a bit?”

“Sure.”

The couple stayed on the bathroom floor. The seamstress felt her eyes grow heavier, but they refused to fully close. She refused the ginger water again, weakly pushing herself out of her husband’s arms.

“Did you turn the lights on?”

“I did.”

“I hope it didn't wake Nyris up.”

“That girl sleeps like a baby.”

Unbeknownst to them, their daughter had been standing in the doorway, witnessing the whole thing.

~~~

A few hours later, the family was having breakfast together. Nyris was unusually quiet, but attributed it to a bad dream she had. She refused to talk about it, but gave her stepmother worried glances at her smaller-than-normal breakfast portions.

“Papa?”

The banker looked down. “Yes, Butterfly?”

“Is Mimsey okay?”

The seamstress went upstairs to take a shower, but the little girl’s mind was still on what she had witnessed earlier that morning.

“She’s okay. Why?”

“Why was she throwing up this morning?”

His breath hitched and he lifted her into his arms. “You heard her?”

“Yeah, and I saw you two.”

He bit his lip, glad the curse word that went through his mind didn't come out his mouth. “She just ate something that upset her tummy last night.”

“That’s why she had a smaller breakfast?”

“Yeah. Her tummy can only handle a little bit of food. But she’s okay now.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He kissed her cheek and returned her to the floor. “I have to go downstairs. Let Mimsey know.”

“Okay, Papa!”

The banker left downstairs to prepare the schedules for the upcoming week, and Nyris started craving apple juice, forgetting about her father’s directions. She ran into the kitchen, pulling a chair over to the cabinet above the counter, and grabbed her favorite kitten cup. She considered jumping off the chair, then remembered that her father wasn’t there to catch her like he always did, and settled for sitting down and sliding off, instead. She sat on the couch, taking advantage of the fact that neither parents were there to correct her, but a noise from upstairs made her freeze.

She heard that noise before. Her lip quivered as she slowly climbed up the stairs, walking down the hall and stopping in front of the bathroom.

“Mimsey?” she whispered, pushing the ajar door open.

Her stepmother was kneeling in front of the toilet, her wet hair clinging to her face and neck, clad in only her fuzzy, pink bathrobe. She didn’t notice the little girl as another wave of nausea hit her, which quickly made her eject more of her breakfast.

“You can have my apple juice,” she said, gently pressing the cup into her hands once she flushed and leaned away from the toilet.

Villy wordlessly brought the cup to her lips, taking small sips while preparing for her stomach to possibly reject it. When it calmed instead, she relaxed more, reaching up and feeling for the hand towel. She wiped her mouth, but stiffened slightly when Nyris climbed into her lap. She really didn’t want to be touched, but she had a feeling the little girl needed some comfort too, but for what reason, she didn’t know.

“Mimsey?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not gonna die, right?”

“Wh-What? What makes you ask that?”

“Papa said Mama used to throw up like that, then she died. I don’t want you to die!”

Villy placed the cup on the closed toilet lid and pulled the now-hysterical girl closer, kissing her hair. “No, Jellybean. I’m okay. I just… have an upset tummy.”

“That’s what Papa said, but that was because of last night, not now. He said you were okay now.”

“I…” She didn’t want to tell her stepdaughter the real reason behind her sudden sickness. She wanted to tell her husband first, and Nyris wasn’t known for her secret-keeping abilities. She simply settled for rubbing her back, trying to console her as she cried into the fluffy robe.

“You promised you would stay with me forever,” Nyris whimpered, the first sentence Villy was able to fully understand.

“I’m not going anywhere, Nyris. People get sick, but then they rest and get better.”

“Are you gonna rest today?”

She chuckled softly. “I think I should.”

“Okay. Papa told me to tell you he’s in the library.”

“Thank you, Jellybean.”

Nyris hummed and wiggled out of her arms, skipping out the bathroom. The seamstress slowly pushed herself up and finished getting ready.

The day was fairly quiet. Geri tried to get through piles of paperwork, and Villy was taking it easy. When the banker finally emerged for a much-needed break, he paused at the sight before him.

His wife was fast asleep on the sofa, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Nyris carrying one of the blankets from the hall closet, most of it dragging behind her rather than in her arms. He silently watched as the six-year-old delicately draped the blanket over the sleeping seamstress. His heart melted when Nyris brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. She whispered something he didn’t catch, but he swore he saw his wife’s lips twitch.

“Mimsey’s sleeping, Papa,” Nyris whispered, putting her finger to her lips when she noticed him approaching.

“Okay,” he whispered back, lifting her into his arms and kissing her cheek. “I’ll be very quiet and gentle, just like you.”

“That’s how Mimsey tucks me into bed. I like taking care of her. If I take care of her, she’ll get better… and won’t die like Mama did.”

He blinked. “What?”

“If I’m gentle and help her get better, she won’t die, and she’ll be able to stay with me forever, just like she promised. She won’t throw up and be tired anymore.”

“Butterfly…” He didn’t know what to say. He knew his little girl was very perceptive and smart, and had a lot of questions, but despite what she thought, he didn’t have the answer to everything.

“Can I have a snack, please?”

Luckily for him, she could be easily distracted. And snacks always took precedent. “Sure.”

That evening, after dinner (where Villy ate slightly more), the family settled out in the garden. Nyris checked on the flower buds, and she and Villy started planting their lima beans and tomato seeds.

Villy and Geri settled on the porch as Nyris sang to the sprouts. “I’m gonna get ready for bed,” Villy said, kissing her husband’s cheek.

“Trying to get out of bath time?”

“It’s your turn, anyway. And the bedtime story. So you can stay right here and enjoy the concert.”

“The child can’t pick a key,” Geri said, wincing as Nyris hit an off-key high note.

She chuckled. “Perhaps we should consider voice lessons.” She patted his arm and stood, going back inside.

She was brushing her hair at her vanity when she heard the door open and her husband’s footsteps.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific.”

“The display you’ve set up on the table. Candles, wine, covered trays, the sexy negligee…” He paused. “You were expecting me, weren’t you?”

She chuckled. “Yes.”

He uncovered the tray, revealing an array of pastries. “We’re you still hungry?”

“No.” She stood, nervously wiping her hands on the negligee. She was startled when she felt Geri’s arms wrap around her. She hadn’t heard him cross the room.

“You look ravishing,” he whispered, tangling his fingers in her hair.

“Mmm… we need to talk,” she moaned, melting into his embrace.

“What… now?” he pouted.

“Yes, honey.”

“Why?”

“What we’re doing now is the reason we need to talk.”

He blinked. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m not following.”

She shook her head, figuring it was just better to do it. “I have a present for you,” she said.

The banker paused. “It’s not my birthday, nor Lurlinemas, nor ‘Give Your Husband A Random Gift Day’… is it?”

Villy rolled her eyes. “No.”

“Our anniversary’s next week,” he said, as if she was the confused one.

“Your present’s on your nightstand. Stop trying to figure out why and go get it.”

He went over, grabbed the neatly wrapped box, and tore off the paper like a child opening a birthday gift, while his wife waited patiently for his reaction.

“They’re… shoes.”

“Yes.”

“Baby booties. Why did you give me… I can’t fit them, neither can Nyris, and you –“ His voice died down as the realization hit him. “Dovey…”

“Hmm?”

He didn’t answer, his breath hitched, then quieted. “You… you’re pregnant?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, blinking away tears.

“We… we’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yeah.”

“That explains the morning sickness.”

She laughed. “I’ve known for a few weeks, but didn’t want to say anything until after the first trimester. But after today’s fiasco, I figured I’d held the secret long enough.”

“When?”

“I’m around twelve weeks, so late August. I know this is really soon, and we haven’t even been married for a full year yet, but –“

“But that doesn’t matter,” he said, gripping her hands. “I love you, and I’m so happy.”

“I love you, too.”

“So, tomorrow, we’re gonna tell our daughter you’re not dying, right?”

“She said that to you, too?”

“… Too? She asked you?”

“You know you have an inquisitive daughter.”

“Dear Oz…”

#sewing it up #oneshot #march madness #surprise #fanfiction #fanfics #faesflower #ocappreciation #family fluff #blind character #pregnant #series #threads of truth #oc #my ocs

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daydream-hobii · 5 years ago

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Routine | Poly!TaeGi | Part 2 [FINAL]

Genre: Hybrid!AU; Angst with some Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Taehyung x BassetHound!Reader

Summary: You were used to the routine you had: beating, cleaning, beating, bed. It was your life for months, almost a year. You became almost numb to the pain, but never the fear. You constantly lived in fear, and when your Master changed your routine, you felt almost hopeful, until you realized his motive. That’s when you met two men, who would save you from your horrible routine.

Warning: Mentions of Abuse(Physical&Emotional), Sexual Assault, Depression, and Anxiety; Read with Caution~ <3

Word Count: 1,532

Author’s Note: Here’s Part 2 FINALLY! I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive, I’m just... college man. Just college. And work. T-T BUT here we go, I posted!! It also has question marks for final because, I don’t know how to continue it, but I have SOME ideas? What do you guys think?? I’ll add links in later~ Anyways, I hope you like it!! ^_^

Their apartment was large, but not nearly as large as the house you lived in. It would be easier to clean, you thought. You looked around carefully, waiting for the two new men to tell you what to do. They stood in front of you, just staring softly.

“Come on, you can have the guest room,” Taehyung whispered, turning and walking away. You followed, holding your wrist nervously.

When you entered the room, it was so nice and clean, with a full size bed. You furrowed your brow as you looked around, Taehyung smiling gently at you.

“This is your room…?” You asked, very quietly.

“It was our guest room,” Yoongi said from behind you. “but now it’s your room.”

“My… room?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. “I don’t have a crate…?” Their eyes softened as you looked between them. They seemed to share unspoken words as they stared at each other.

“Have you ever had a bed, sweetie?” Yoongi asked, gently. He placed his hand on your back, making you wince. This caused him to pull his hand away. You just shake your head, looking at the large bed with wide eyes.

“Well… you do now…” Taehyung whispered. “We’ll give you some time to settle in….”

You watched them both leave before turning back to the room. It was very simple. There was a full sized bed, a dresser, ceiling to floor windows, and a mirror. You looked at yourself, staring at your filthy body. You didn’t suit this room at all… you didn’t even deserve it.

You took a minute to sigh before walking back to the living room. Taehyung and Yoongi were sharing a quiet conversation. When Taehyung saw you, he stood up, hands shoved into his pockets shyly. You gulped, holding your wrist once more.

“I… I’m too dirty…” You whispered. You expected them to agree, call you names and make fun of you, maybe even make you more dirty, but they didn’t….

“Why don’t we get you a bath?” Yoongi asked.

“A… bath?” You questioned, moving your head to the side, large ears flopping that way.

“Sure. Get you clean for your new bed,” Yoongi replied, standing up.

You don’t know how, but you found yourself standing in the bathroom, staring at the large tub filled with water and bubbles. You were just confused, you’d never seen anything like it. Yoongi was the only one with you, and when he turned around, you just stared.

“Alright. You just get undressed and hop in,” Yoongi said. You bit your lip nervously. “Do you want to be alone?”

When you shake your head, he just nodded and turned around. You got undressed, slowly getting in the tub. It was so warm, and the bubbles hid your body. You hummed in comfort, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back. Yoongi turned around, smiling softly.

When he knelt beside you, you opened your eyes and stared at him. There was such trust in your eyes, Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at you. He grabbed a washcloth, rubbing it on your back. You shivered in comfort, rubbing your arms to get rid of the dirt and dried blood. Yoongi noticed the thousands of scars, big and small, across your back, making him frown, but keep washing.

By the end of the bath, the tub was brown and left a ring of dirt behind but you were squeaky clean with the help of Yoongi. You cooed as he rubbed your arms with the towel, drying you off. He lent you some of his boxer shorts and a large, oversized shirt, promising that tomorrow you both would go shopping for some clothes.

You both walked out to the living room, where Taehyung was sitting eating some ramen. The smell of it was intoxicating, your stomach growling. Yoongi looked at you, but you kept your head down, fear rolling through your body. Your old owner hated that sound…. He’d say that you were begging, and would just beat you.

“Are you hungry?” Taehyung asked, quietly. They were worried they’d frighten you if they spoke any louder. You didn’t say a word, it felt like a trap.

“Come here, sit,” Yoongi said, gently grabbing your hand and dragging you to the armchair, where you sat down. His hands were very soft….

Yoongi left to the kitchen, and you just watched him carefully. When he returned, he had a bowl of the same stuff, smelling just as good. He handed it to you, but you were hesitant. This felt bad, it felt like you would get beat up if you took it, like a test.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Taehyung whispered, catching your eyes. “You’re allowed to eat….”

You still hesitated, but you reached for it, gently taking it from Yoongi. The smaller man left, coming back with a bowl of his own. They watched the television as you stared at your food, your stomach growling again, making you gulp. You didn’t know it, but the boys were still watching you in the corner of their eyes.

When you were sure neither of them would raise their hand to smack you, you took the utensils, bringing the noodles up to your mouth and placing them onto your tongue. Your taste buds practically exploded, your eyes widening slightly as you looked at the boys. They were staring at you now, smiling big in accomplishment.

“Wow,” You said, getting more and stuffing your mouth.

“Taehyung makes a mean ramen,” Yoongi said, smirking at the blushing boy. He leaned over, pecking his cheek.

You ate it at lightning speed, almost choking a couple times, but you were literally starving. Taehyung offered you some more, and when you said yes, he brought you your second bowl. Once you were all finished, your belly full, you felt warm and sleepy.

“Thank you,” You whispered, looking at the two.

“Have you had anything like it…?” Taehyung asked, treading carefully. He didn’t want to make you feel sad or uncomfortable, but he knew both him and his boyfriend were curious. You shake your head.

“Just dog food,” You replied. After tasting the ramen, the thought of dog food didn’t taste nearly as good. “Maybe twice a month.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, anger rolling through him. Your eyes widened, lip popping out in a pout as tears welled up in your eyes. What did you do to make him mad…?”

“No, shh, it’s alright,” Taehyung soothed. “Yoongi’s upset at your previous owner, not you.” This helped you relax slightly, but you were still nervous.

“It… it was okay,” You whispered, looking at Yoongi. “Difficult… but it tastes really good when you’re hungry.” You flashed a small smile, the first since meeting them. Taehyung gave a small smile back, and Yoongi looked at you with soft eyes, their trademark for you at this point.

“Well, I promise you’ll never have to eat that stuff again…” Yoongi said, nodding.

You were laying in your bed, eyes wide awake. Sure, you had felt sleepy once your tummy was full, but now the darkness scares you. Every time you close your eyes, you’d see him… angry. Mad that you ate without his permission, or that you were in a bed, or that you cleaned yourself….

The room was lit up only with the dim city lights outside, but you were still spooked. You got up, tip-toeing to your door and opening it. You hesitated, looking down at the floor. You felt there was a line there and, if you crossed it and went out into the apartment alone, Taehyung and Yoongi would be mad….

You gulped, stepping out and walking down the hall slowly. You stopped in front of their master bedroom, which you had watched them walk to earlier that night. You paced back and forth, trying to rationalize why you wanted to be there. You’d hold your fist at the door, then start pacing again. There was a slight mumble from behind the door, making you squeak softly, eyes wide and staring at the door.

“Y/n, are you okay?” It was a deep voice, very quiet, but your heightened hearing was able to understand what was said. You slowly opened the door, looking at Taehyung rub his eyes, but continue to lay down.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, not entering. “I… I just got scared….”

Taehyung’s eyes softened, making him scoot back. Yoongi was facing him, fast asleep and arms wrapped around Taehyung’s large body. The man opened the blanket, showing there was enough room for you to join.

Again, you hesitated. You looked back down the hall to your room before turning back to him. When he nodded, showing it was alright, you slowly walked over, crawling in with him. You placed your forehead to his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Yoongi, on instinct, placed his hand on the curve of your body.

“What scared you, sweetheart?” Taehyung whispered.

“I just kept seeing him…” You replied, whimpering slightly and hugging around the two boys. Taehyung sighed, pecking the top of your head before resting his chin on top.

“It’s okay, baby…. We’ve got you now. No one will ever hurt you again….”

#bts #bts reactions #bangtan boys #bangtan boys reactions #bts imagines #poly bts #poly taegi #bts hybrids #yoongi #suga #taehyung #v #routine

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tum-like-oxygen · 5 years ago

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I want you to depend on me... Part 1

Minho x Taemin Sickfick

Some mentions of Minho x Jonghyun and Key x Jonghyun

Sorry this is a lot of Exposition - the next part will have a lot more belly action.

(All my shinee fics will be a line from one of their songs - this one is Colors of the Season, respectfully.)

Trigger Warnings and all that: mention of a deceased member, stuffing, tummy aches, emeto, male x male, sexual themes (no intercourse unless specified), whump, overeating, maybe a touch of angst

Minho was on his third bowl of Japchae - he just finished his first head of Kimchi. He began to feel full. His stomach was still flat for the most part - but it was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. He had worn his tight black pants - a decision he was now regretting. The spices and rich flavor weren’t setting too well in his stomach at the moment, as he placed a hand on his tummy, wincing a bit. He didn’t want to lose this... in every aspect of the term.

“Giving up?” Shindong shot a smirk at Minho. The eating contest they had planned was something Minho couldn’t say no to. He was the flaming charisma after all - and very competitive. He still had 5 more bowls and one more head of kimchi to go.. “Not on your life..” Minho rubbed his belly and let out a small burp to make some more room for his meal. The more Minho ate, the more his tummy stretched, his button cutting into his tummy. He was eating too fast to notice the sour stomach he was getting. He wanted to win. He didn’t even notice Shindong was already losing his meal in a trash can.

He slammed the bowl down with a thud. “Done! I win” Minho laid back and set his hand on his tummy, still a bit unaware of everything that was going on inside him. He looked over to Shindong and was snapped back to reality. He looked down at his tummy, which was starting to become a bit uncomfortable for the young rapper. The last time he had an eating contest, he didn’t do very well. He lost it all at 3 bowls, and Jonghyun was there rubbing his upset belly the entire time. He longed the warm touch of a belly rub right now - but knew his current company was not going to be into that. “ooooh....” Minho began to rub his sides. He didn’t want to undo his pants, due to his status.

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Key poked Minho’s huge tummy, that was now more akin to a woman far along in her pregnancy. “A...at least I won...” Minho let up a loud burp causing Key to turn red. “Mind your manners! Do you even know where we are!?” Key slapped his tummy, causing Minho to wrap his hands around his overstuffed belly - and turned away from him, face still red from his groupmate’s behavior. “Jinki is going to get you a new shirt, we can’t have any of the news stations seeing you like that... we’ll never be able to live it down.... “ Minho nodded his head and continued to rub his sides. He shouldn’t have drank all that soju and water during this contest. It wasn’t helping his meal settle at all. He was beginning to have a bellyache. But he couldn’t really admit that to Key of all people, he would only be met with more ridicule.

Jinki returned with a shirt about 3 sizes too big for Minho, and he changed into it. It hid his ball of a tummy well. Standing up made his food shift, causing him to double over and moan. “ooooh.... I ate too much.... my tummy hurts...” Key blushed again.. “let’s just go please.. you’re going to make a scene...”

The walk home was filled with nothing but Minho’s moans and complaints from his sick tummy - and Key complaining about it. Walking through the door to their dorm, they were greeted by Taemin. “Welcome home Hyungs!” He smiled “are you hungry?” Minho just ignored him, looking down and went into his room, shutting the door. “I...is Minho hyung mad at me?” Taemin pouted. Taemin had fallen for Minho, but given the previous happenings he didn’t want to mention anything. He didn’t want to hurt Minho more than he had been after Key and Jonghyun got together. And of course after the incident.

Key scoffed and smirked, sitting down at the table. “No, he’s just probably extremely sick to his stomach...” Taemin looked to Key concerned. “He ate 8 bowls of Japchae, 2 heads worth of Kimchi and about 6 combined bottles of soju and water. I’m sure he has one hell of a belly ache. Serves him right.”

Taemin put his hands to his chin and began to think. Whenever his belly used to hurt he always got tummy rubs from his mother, and when he was younger, Jinki. If Minho didn’t feel good, he wanted to make him feel better, or the very least check on the person he cared so much for.

Jinki smiled in Taemin’s direction. “Go on then... I’m sure he isn’t feeling so good, if anything just sitting with him might make him feel better.” Taemin blushed. Key and Jinki had figured out the feelings the two had for each other - but didn’t bring it up. When the two were ready, if it was meant to happen, it would happen on its own.

Taemin nodded, opening the door to Minho’s room - he was met with darkness and the moaning escaping his crush’s lips. When he stopped moving, he could actually hear Minho’s belly gurgle and moan between moans and burps. “He.. sounds really sick...” Taemin thought to himself. His face turned red and he gulped, shutting the door unnoticed. He walked over to Minho, who had his eyes glued shut holding the top of his belly with one hand, and had his large underbelly cradled with his other. Taemin’s eyes opened as wide as possible when he saw how big Minho’s tummy was, even when he was holding his belly over the big shirt.

“H..hyung... are you ok..?” Taemin asked shyly, not knowing if Minho would be angry at him or not. Minho opened his eyes not moving his hands from his troubled tummy. The contents shifted and moaned. He felt sick. His stomach was so sour it only made him feel sicker. “Dinner... just isn’t sitting well...” Minho blushed and looked away. “That’s such a lie...” Taemin crossed his arms. “I know how much you ate and you clearly have an upset stuffed belly, you look miserable.” “Oooh....” Minho moaned and massaged the top of his tummy. “I ate too much... I don’t feel so good.” He released a sickly burp, causing his tummy to gurgle even louder. He was beginning to feel a bit nauseous. That kind of nauseous where you spend hours in agony wondering if you’ll even throw up. Minho’s tummy was certianly upset now, he could feel everything churn and shift inside his usually slim stomach. He was in agony.

He still couldn’t bring himself to look at Taemin, he couldn’t pinpoint when, but he had srong feelings for the Maknae. They both sat in silence for awhile. Their faces more red than a rose. Both had almost the same thought at the same time. “I... I want him to rub my belly...” and “I... I want to rub his belly..”

Swallowing hard, both of them blurted out at the same time. “W...will you rub my belly...” , “C...can I rub your belly?” The two stood in shock once more...after a moment of awkward silence, Minho moaned and motioned Taemin to the bed. “I feel sick Minnie, please rub my belly.”

This was going to be a long night for both of them, and Taemin wanted to do his best. Minho was so embarrassed to be seen that way by him - he was supposed to be the strong one - but his sick tummy over rode those thoughts.

Taemin walked over to the bed, blushing. “O...okay hyung.. I’ll help you feel better.”

...to be continued.

#tummy ache #upset tummy #stuffed #stuffed belly #male x male #taemin x minho #sick #emeto #emetophilia #tw: emetophobia #tw:emetophobia #shinee sickfic #whump #ishipthishard #belly rubs #overeating

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vantaestummy · 5 years ago

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Would you be able to write one where Jungkook doesn't eat all day because he's busy and he doesn't even realize because he's not that hungry so by the end of the day his stomach finally rumbles and he realizes he hasn't eaten so he decides to eat a meal before bed but then he wakes up puking everything up onto his blankets and he has to go get one of the members because he's scared and sleepy and he feels gross. Thank you so much.

A/N: okee! enjoy! another collab with my amazing friend @p3merge please show them all the love in the world!

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Jungkook didn’t realize he hadn’t eaten anything until it was far too late.

The boys’ schedules had been packed to the brim, no time to do anything else besides eat (something Jungkook forgot to do), sleep, and maybe use the restroom. Jungkook isn’t too bothered by it. He’s thankful. They’ve worked so hard to get to where they are today, being asked to perform on the top television shows and late night specials. He feels very blessed for all of these opportunities, and with their booming success in America, Jungkook couldn’t have been happier.

But he’s hungry, and he’s a growing boy. He needs to eat.

Jungkook groans as his stomach growls loudly, breaking the silence of the room. His eyes flick over to his roommate to see if Taehyung was still asleep. Thankfully he was. Jungkook sat up and stretched before standing up from the creaky bed. His vision is swimmy, his stomach gurgling in protest as it begs for food. Jungkook grips the side of the bed to keep his balance. “I gotta eat something.” He mumbles to himself just before regaining his balance. He tiptoes out of his and Taehyung’s shared room, heading towards the kitchen.

Jungkook sleuths around the kitchen, cornering the counter and slinking over to the refrigerator and the cabinets, filtering through all of the snacks he can find. He makes himself a quick bowl of ramen, reheating the beef from dinner the other night. He knows how late it is, and he knows that his body doesn’t do well with late night snacks, but he can’t go a whole day without eating a single thing. He stomach turns just thinking about it, the hunger pains so strong that Jungkook becomes lightheaded as he stirs up his food, the tantalizing smell making his stomach growl even louder.

Jungkook’s mouth watered as he finally sat down at the table. He brings his chopsticks clamped full of ramen to his lips and blew gently. He slurps up the entire bowl in less than five minutes, eating at such a rapid pace. His body begs for nourishment and his stomach aches with hunger. Once he is finished, Jungkook leans against the back of his chair to catch his breath. The food sits heavy in his stomach, his belly tingling with warmth as he slumps in his seat. His hunger is sated, that’s for sure, but there’s an odd sensation that comes with the satisfaction of finally having eaten for the first time in 24 hours.

Jungkook stands from his chair with a sigh, his metal chopsticks clinking in the empty bowl as he makes to dump it in the sink. He groans, quickly washing the dish as his brain slowly succumbs to the aching exhaustion in his bones once more.

Jungkook stifles a hiccup as he rubs his tight, rounded tummy. He manages to sneak back into bed. He lies down, grimacing as his tummy begins to gurgle and groan with digestion. Another belch crawls up his throat and he quickly smothers his face into his pillow to let it out as quietly as he can. A tiny lick of nausea tickles the back of his throat, catching him by surprise. He probably just ate too fast and now his digestive system is taking the brunt of it.

Jungkook moans, thinking that since he ate for the first time that day, his body wouldn’t be too bothered by the fact that it was at such a late hour. It didn’t make any sense. How could his stomach want food, but repel it all at the same time?

The swollen organ that he has cradled in his hands is a bit achey and throbbing with a slight pain that makes Jungkook toss and turn beneath the sheets, however it isn’t strong enough to keep him awake.

The maknae closes his eyes, allowing slumber to hold him tight in its clutches as he falls to sleep.

Two hours later Jungkook’s eyes snap open as he bolts upright. His stomach was at war with his dinner. It aches and churns, gurgling angrily at the fact that the maknae stuffed himself for nearly having starved for 24 hours. The pressure is just too much and Jungkook barely had any time to register what was going on before he was puking all over his sheets and blankets. He hiccups, fighting against a gag but losing out in the end. He pukes again, swaying a bit on the bed. “Hyung….” He gags and belches up another mouthful of sick.

It was never Jungkook’s intention to wake up his roommate, however he is delirious with sleep, vomit jetting from his lips and coating the sheets that drown him with its warm acidity. His stomach is pulsing with agony and his throat is stinging through the onslaught of bile.

Taehyung is a mere few feet away, stirring in his sheets as he groans, blinking sleep and crud out of his eyes.

“G-Ggukie?”

Jungkook can’t even answer as more vomit sprays from his lips. “Ggukie!” Taehyung exclaims as he springs to his bed to access the situation. His breath caught in his throat as he saw his best friend violently ill, along with the mess on the bed. “It’s ok love. J-just get it all up.” He gently rubs at Jungkook’s back, blindly reaching for a trash can.

Taehyung manages to grab ahold of it in just enough time to place beneath Jungkook’s chin, before another thick stream of bile pours from his lips, filling the bin with its horrid and chunky contents. Jungkook braces a hand on Taehyung’s arm, panting heavily as he guzzles in as much air as he can.

“Hyung… my stomach…” Jungkook groans. Taehyung places a hand against the maknae’s back, rubbing calm patterns in his back as he places light kisses against the nape of his sweat-soaked neck.

“What did you eat Kookie?” Taehyung asked as he gently rubbed soothing circles in Jungkook’s back. “Ramen….” He burped loudly. “Scuse me.” He mumbles, his cheeks painted red with embarrassment.

Taehyung sighs, seeing Jungkook in such a broken and pained state making his own stomach swirl in demise. “Bunny… you know that eating late upsets your stomach.”

Jungkook groans, a hand palming his tummy softly as he spits in the bin, trying to rid his mouth of the rancid taste. “I… I was hungry…”

Taehyung’s head tilts in curiosity, the look of shame upon the maknae’s face more than suspicious. “Why were you hungry? Didn’t you eat dinner?”

Jungkook sighs with a shake of his head. “No….I hadn’t eaten all day. I’ve never felt so hungry.” Tears ran down his face in shame. His stomach gurgled as he groaned. Taehyung helps Jungkook up before placing him on his own bed so he can clean up the mess.

Taehyung rids the bed of its soiled sheets, dumping them into the wash basin and making his way to his closet. He pulls out a hoodie, as well as a clean pair of sweats that are baggy and lose, so that Jungkook feels no unnecessary pressure against his swollen gut. Jungkook sits off to the side, sensing the air of disappointment that Taehyung seems to radiate. He feels so guilty for making his hyung clean up after him but, he feels like if he moves even for a second, more food will find its way to the floor.

“Hyungie…” Jungkook nearly cries, a hand cradling his stomach. “I’m sorry.”

“How can you go all day without eating Jungkook?” Taehyung asked as he shook his head and handed his Kookie a change of clothes.

Jungkook swallows thickly, still wincing at the taste in his mouth, as well as the remnants of the curdling in his gut. “I know… I’m sorry Tae-hyung.”

Taehyung sighs with a roll of his eyes, truly angry at the fact that Jungkook continues to stress the fact that he is an adult, but refuses to act like one.

“Jungkook that is not healthy. Do you know what we did all day? We had rehearsal, worked in the studio, did the skype interview, and you didn’t find any time at all to eat? That’s irresponsible!”

Jungkook sniffles, the pain he’s feeling now overshadowed by the guilt caused by Taehyung’s scolding. Taehyung is only about three years older than him, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s right.

A tear slips from Jungkook’s eye, the maknae wiping it away furiously with the back of his hand. “Tae-hyung I said I’m sorry.”

“Bunny. That’s not healthy. You could have passed out during dance practice and really hurt yourself. Remember when you got a concussion? That’s why I’m mad. Because you didn’t take care of yourself like you’re supposed to.” He sat next to Jungkook before gently rubbing his bloated, sick tummy. “I’m sorry I was harsh but, I love you that’s why I'm so upset, because I want you to be safe.” He continued to rub Jungkook’s tummy as it voiced its unhappiness. “Jeez, your stomach is really loud huh.” He jokes, his heart breaking when Kookie looks up at him with a pout and puppy eyes.

“It still hurts a little…” Jungkook mumbles. Taehyung is a bit taken aback by how adorable Jungkook looks, despite not feeling well. Taehyung’s cards a warm hand through the boys long, lusciously dark locks.

“Let’s get you into some clean clothes. We’ll change the sheets and then we can sleep, okay bunny?”

Jungkook nods, sighing deeply as his nausea seems to subside, despite the fact that his stomach is still a bit bothered. “Okay.”

Once Jungkook changes into the fresh clothes that Taehyung had set out for him, the maknae helps Taehyung to change the sheets of the bed, finally feeling useful and not so helpless. Taehyung appreciates the effort, making to kiss his head every time they pass one another to pull the comforter down.

The two get into bed, Taehyung accepting the silent and yet, sad pleading look from Jungkook. It was clear that the maknae didn’t want to sleep alone.

So Taehyung didn’t let him.

The two slip beneath the covers, Taehyung holding Jungkook tight in his arms. The next day or rather, for the next few weeks, Taehyung makes sure Jungkook eats everything off of his entire plate, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

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ausblack · 7 years ago

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RAGDOLL | p.jm. | PT.7

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 //...// PART 8 //

Genre: Hybrid!AU, College!AU; A mix of everything?

Pairing: Hybrid!Jimin x Reader

Summary: As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

Warning: TOO MUCH FLUFF YOU COULD CHOKE ON IT AND DIE

A/N: Sorry if it’s too short but I was too tired and busy today T.T

As time passed, Jimin started to feel more at ease around new people and, most importantly, around you.

It felt like you had just been accepted into his pack after what had happened, because now he was feeling more dominant and protective towards his vet.

You spent the whole evening with him, Namjoon and Taehyung wondering around shops and buying different clothes for the two hybrids.

“It’s kinda late..” You said looking at your watch.

“We should get going, I’m hungry.” Namjoon answered with a surprised tone. Time flew while you were hanging out together.

Jimin was now relaxed, with low ears and a satisfied smile on his face. His hands full of bags with items that he had picked out by himself.

“Do you want to go back home?” You turned around to Jimin who was now wagging slowly his tail.

He nodded and you said goodbye to your friends.

“Tae, I’m gonna miss you.” You laughed as the fox hybrid threw himself on you as if you were going on a trip without seeing each others.

“You’re literally gonna meet her tomorrow Taehyung, there’s no need to be so clingy.” Namjoon said, knowing that his behavior could annoy Jimin, who was now standing silently a couple of feet apart with a serious face.

“Bye.” Taehyung throw himself on Jimin after detaching himself away from you - you couldn’t help but laugh.

No one could be mad at him.

You got out of the mall along with Jimin, feeling encouraged by his good behavior while you two were out.

“Thank you so much for all of this.” He murmured with pink cheeks and a thankful look on his face. You smiled at him.

“This is the least I can do.”

You walked back home as a comfortable silence surrounded the two of you, but it didn’t take too long before arriving at the dorms.

You helped him organizing his stuff, putting his clothes in a small wardrobe that you had in your room before preparing dinner with his curious form behind you as you looked at the fridge.

“What would you like to eat?” You turned around, starting to laugh at the sight of drool coming out of his mouth.

“Poor baby, they probably gave you only canned food in that hell. Do you want some fish?” You asked him and his nose twitched.

“What about meat?” A small purr came out of his throat and you giggled, picking up a tissue from the counter of the kitchen to clean him up.

“Ok, I see that you like meat more.” You got closer to him, wiping his chin and he looked down at his feet, feeling his cheeks become redder as you stranded so close.

“You know, tomorrow he have to go to my professor.” You said and he froze on the spot.

“It’s not a big deal, really. Only a quick visit to see if I’m doing my job right.” You were quick to respond, hoping to make him feel more comfortable.

“Will you be there with me..?” He asked wagging his tail nervously.

“Of course, I won’t leave you alone not even a second. I’ll also stop him if you tell me that you are not happy about being there. We can come back home or go to the park whenever you want.” He relaxed as you spoke to him.

“O..Ok. As long as you’ll be there.” He muttered making you smile.

“Don’t worry about it. He’s not that bad.” You touched his cheek, looking at him in the eyes with a smile before turning around to the kitchen counter.

“You can go around the apartment or watch some tv if you want, I'll call you when the food is done.” He nodded, living you alone in the kitchen and wandering around the rooms.

He sniffed the furniture, rubbing his face onto the couch to scent it strongly enough, so that everyone would know that everything in that dorm belonged to him, even you.

The place was small, but he didn’t mind because it felt extremely warm and cozy, especially after living in a shelter for such a long time.

He walked around for a bit, scenting everything strongly enough before following your advice of watching a movie in your tv.

Jimin set down on the sofa, grinning to himself at the strong scent that emanating from it as he turned on the tv, waiting diligently for you to call him from the kitchen.

It took you half an hour to prepare everything before calling him to the table.

With perfect cooked meat and side dishes that only a restaurant can serve, you set everything down on the settee table, feeling pleased with what you had made.

Jimin ran to the kitchen as soon as he heard your voice, sitting down in front of you with a grumbling tummy.

You gave him a plate full of food that he finished in an instant, living you dumbfounded.

“W..Was it too little?” You asked him as you looked at your untouched plate and at his empty one.

“Oh no, it was enough!” He was quick to deny while drinking a glass of water.

“You sure? I can give you mine if you want, I mean. I already ate a lot while we were out. I won’t mind.”

You pushed your plate towards him but he refused once again.

“You should eat! Don’t worry about me-”

“Keeping you healthy it’s my job so you should eat a lot.” You insisted until he finally accepted your plate, eating the meat in less than two minutes.

“Good thing you weren’t hungry.” You said with a sarcastic tone at him before standing up to do the dishes.

“C..Can I do them for you? I want to help since you’re doing so much for me.” He stood up with you, hanging the plate to the sink with an hopeful smile on his face.

“Of course, I’ll hand them to you, you can just wipe them and put then on the shelf.” He nodded excitedly, happy to help you with something in the house.

“Later let’s cook some popcorns, I want to watch a movie.” He nodded again with a warm smile stamped on his face.

Doing the dishes didn’t took you much time, since Jimin was there to help you - He was having a good time with you thinking about nothing that could make him upset.

“Let’s wear our pajamas, then we can watch a movie on the couch.” You proposed and he accepted contently.

t was nice to see him like this, without worries or wounds that hurt him temporarily. You were actually seeing a glimpse of the old Jimin, the cat that he was before being abused.

After changing in your comfortable clothes, you both sat down on the couch with a fluffy blanket on top of you and a huge portion of popcorns in between your legs.

“It feels nice.” He said suddendly while looking at the screen.

The movie was still playing loudly in the background, so you had to lower the volume a bit to hear him out.

“What?” You looked at him with popcorns in your hand.

“To be here like this. It feels really nice.” He cuddled up on the blanket even more - resting his head on the couch pillow.

“I’m glad.” You rested your head there as well, looking at him in the eyes.

“It’s so nice to rest here right?” He nodded - answering are your obvious question.

He was slightly dozing off but you could notice that he was trying hard to stay awake.

“Are you feeling sleepy?” You asked him as he closed his eyes.

“Just a bit.” He murmured.

You chuckled at his cuteness.

“We’re not even twenty minutes in.” You said looking back at the boring movie on the tv.

“I’m sorry.” He yawned making his cute white ears twitch.

“That’s okay..” You smiled to yourself looking at the cute cat that was dozing off near you noticing how cute and beautiful he actually looked.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You asked and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m sleeping on the couch..” He said opening his eyes to look at you.

“The bed is more comfortable.” You said and he pouted.

“But the bed is yours, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“That’s why you’re sleeping with me.” You added getting up from the couch.

He raised his head, wondering if you were serious or not.

“Really?” His face was full of curiosity and tiredness as he talked.

“Yeah, c’mon let’s go. I’m kinda sleepy as well.” You walked to your room, with him following close behind and you got on the bed covering yourself with the warm blanket.

He did the same, taking the spot next to you on the bed.

You could see how content he was from the way his ears were moving.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked and he purred.

“I’m going to turn off the lights.” Your hand reached the lamp and you turned it off, letting you meet the total darkness of your bedroom.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said with slow purrs in between.

You smiled to yourself.

“Goodnight Jimin.”

You were fast of falling asleep after the tired day that you had experienced and so did Jimin.

The two of you dozed off hearing the sound of each others breaths - waking up the next day cuddled up under the covers with your head against his chest and his tail intertwined with your leg.

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tnystrk-exe · 6 years ago

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Baby Steps End

Tony Stark X Reader

Reckless and Impulsive

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 End

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Learning to Live

“What do you wanna eat this morning, sweetheart?” You asked, putting an AC/DC shirt on Ro that Tony had bought for her second birthday. He denied even remembering he owned one with a similar design.

“Can I... can I p’eas have some...I wan’ some pancakes,” she finally decided as you helped her into a pair of shorts.

“Do you want anything in them?”

“Uhm...mommy can make pancakes like daddy makes!”

“You want chocolate chips?” You attempted to figure out what she wanted.

“No, no, no” she shook her head, “Daddy likes booberries! I wanna be just like daddy.”

“Blueberry pancakes it is,” you agreed, “Just like your daddy likes.” You picked Ro up and took her to the kitchen. “Why don’t you go play on the swing and slides while I make breakfast?”

“Okay, mommy.” She kissed your cheek before you set her back down on the floor. You opened the sliding door that led to backyard and let her play before breakfast. She ran back inside, when you were finally finishing up, “Mommy! Mommy! I have a idea!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm, “What is it Ro baby?”

“Maybe,” She said nodding as she proposition, “Me and you can eat ou’side? Yes?”

“I dunno...” You were definitely going to do what she wanted, but you just wanted to play with her a little.

“Momma, momma, p’eas!” She put her hands together, pouted her lip, and looked at you with big doe eyes. A technique that Tony had jokingly taught her.

You took a second to think about it, “I guess your idea is pretty good. Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Yes!” She cheered, jumping up and down.

Handing her a sippy cup full of milk, you followed her outside. You set down the plates on the outside table. The two of you had a nice breakfast, Ro humming quietly and dancing in her seat as she ate.

“Is daddy coming home today?” She asked around a mouthful, “Or we going to our big house?”

“No, baby.” Her face fell, “I’m sorry, Ro, but Daddy’s gotta work.”

“We can go work with daddy. What you think about that?”

“We can’t,” you shook your head, “How about you call him?”

She had a pout but nodded, “Okay.”

“Finish up your breakfast and I’ll get everything cleaned up. We’ll call him afterwards.”

Your daughter started eating quickly, excited to talk to her father. The both of you started to clean your mess soon, you grabbed the dirty plates and Ro brought the cups and forks.

“Now mommy?”

“Yeah, let me grab my phone.” She followed you to your room. The phone rang a couple of times before Tony finally answered you.

“Hey, Cupcake,” Tony greeted over the sounds of Rhodey’s slurred lecture, girls, and a Ghostface Killah track. “Ever-“

“Tell Tony he’s more than he thinks,” Rhodey interrupted, seemingly having snagged the phone from Tony. “He doesn’t have to be this way, because he’s better. Here, here, tell him. Goodbye, love you.”

“You already got my Rhodey drunk?” You asked, laughing.

“It’s a skill of mine. Everything okay over there?”

“Yeah, everything is fine Ro just wanted to talk with you.”

“Does she?” His voice softened, less genius playboy and more of a dad tone, “Gimmie a sec...Cut the music! Yeah, girls all of you are great, really, but I’mma need you all to wait it out in the kitchen for a second.” Tony always cleared out the room to talk to his daughter. His little family had remained secret and that’s how the both of you liked it, “Here Sourpatch do what you want with this blind fold. How does my hair look? I’m going to hang up and video call. I wanna see her.”

You hung up, much to your daughters disappointment. “You say I could talk with daddy. Only you did,” she said, looking up at you with big tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Ro bear,” you swiped the tears from her cheeks, as soon as you did your phone went off playing Back in Black, “Who’s that?”

“It’s daddy,” she answered, sniffling. You sat Ro in the bed and held the phone for her. “Hi, daddy,” she waved meekly, still upset.

“Hi, Rugrat, why do you have those big tears?” He pouted, at her. “We don’t need those.”

“I think that- I think you no wanna talk with me,” Ro said sadly.

Tony furrowed his brow, that struck a chord, “What? No! I always wanna talk to you Ro, you’re my favorite person ever.”

“Ever ever?”

“‘Course! Where would I be without my little girl?”

“In our big house?” Ro offered, much to both of your amusement.

“Maybe,” he chuckled, “but our big house isn’t as fun without you running around in it. I’d be so bored all the time and there would be way too many snacks. I need you around.”

“I lo’ you, daddy.”

“I love you, too, Ro.”

“Daddy, sing me a song?”

“Sure, that’s an easy order. What song you wanna hear today?” He’d honestly go back home if that’s what Ro wanted. Of course he had made his kid think that he didn’t want to talk to her.

“The one you make,” she answered.

He looked confused, “I made a song? How does it go? Can you sing it for me?”

Ro thought for a second, “W’en you ‘mile. W’en you ‘mile.”

“Oh, okay, I got you Rugrat. Sinatra’s song,” he nodded, “I’m pretty sure he covered it.”

“Daddy,” Ro complained, “Sing.”

He started singing the song, Rhodey would join in every so often.

“Uncy Rho’y hi,” Ro grinned, waving at him, “You gonna come see me?”

“First thing,” he made his voice sound more sober, “I promise.”

“We’ll be back before you know it, princess,” Tony promised, “Look we’ll even do this. You can’t go to your favorite ice cream place until dad and Rhodey come back home.”

“Daddy,” Ro looked at him surprised, “But...but..but...you get home fast?”

“As fast as I can.”

“Okay. No i’ c’eam because you take me.”

“That’s my girl. I gotta go now, okay? I’ll call you again later.”

“Bye daddy,” she leaned forward and pressed the end call button before anything else could be said. “Daddy say no i’ c’eam.”

“How are we going to pull that off?”

“Cookies?”

“Wanna make some?”

“Yes!” She jumped on your bed, “We making cookies,” she said in a singsong voice. “We making cookies!”

“Come on sweetheart, I’ll give you a piggyback ride,” Ro got on your back, “We need to go buy everything at the store.” You stood up, bouncing Ro on your back playfully.

Ro giggled happily, “More mama!”

The two of you grabbed some groceries and had a relatively pleasant day with one another. After dropping off the groceries at home, you decided visiting a friend with a kid Ro’s age would be a good idea. She never got to spend as much time with other little kids so you’d take her over whenever you had a chance. The day was spent there and you left a while before dinner.

“Now we can make yummy yummy cookies,” Ro announced when the both of you walked back into your home. “Yes mommy?”

“That’s right. We’ll make the cookies first and then we’ll get dinner ready. What’s that little tummy hungry for?”

She hummed to herself thinking, “Can we get a pizza and watch Nemo?”

“Sounds good to me, Ro Bear, let’s make our cookies.”

Getting to work, you’d hand her each of the measurements of ingredients and she’d dump them into the mixing bowl. The two of you scooped up the dough and plopped it onto the cookie sheet. You put it the pan in the oven. Ro was sat on the kitchen counter singing along to the song that was playing on the radio.

“God, you’re beautiful. Aren’t you?” You picked your daughter off the counter, spinning with her in your arms.

The little girl was covered in flour. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” She giggled, her hands on your cheeks. “Is daddy pretty?”

“Your dad is very pretty,” you answered, walking her over to the bathroom, “Now let’s get you all cleaned up.”

You took Ro a quick rinse off and changed her into some cartoon pajamas. “Feel better!” She cheered, “Cookies ready?

“Should just about be,” you lead her over to the kitchen and checked, taking out the pan you set them on the stovetop, “Now we can order our pizza and movie ready.” You called in your order and Ro went off to play with her toys. Plating the cookies, you set them on the living room table and got the movie up and running. When the pizza came you put it in the living room and helped Ro put away her toys.

Ro grabbed Tony Bear, holding the stuffed animal close to her chest, “‘Ony Bear eat with us?”

“He can,” you allowed, “Want me to get a juice box for him?”

“You wan’ juice?” She asked the bear, “He day yes.”

After grabbing the drinks, both of you were sat on the floor, eating your dinner together and watching the movie.

Waking up you tuned off the TV that kept replaying the Nemo title card for who knows how long. It must’ve been late. Ro was curled up against you, a chocolate chip cookie still in her hand. Carefully, you picked up Ro. She woke up slightly when you laid her down, asking for her bear. Your daughter went out like a light as soon as the stuffed animal was back in her arms.

Once back in the living room you cleaned up the mess that had been made. After having cleared out everything, you went back to your room. Checking your phone on the charger, you groaned loudly. The damned thing had been on the cord the whole time, but it wasn’t plugged into the wall. Plugging it back into the outlet you decided a quick shower would be good before you went back to bed.

When you came back, you checked your phone again. The screen turned on, there where three missed calls from Rhodey. Thinking nothing of it, you set your phone back on the nightstand. Rhodey always called when he was away, given the time difference you thought calling back wouldn’t be best. You can wait up for him.

The phone started ringing with Rhodey’s tone almost two hours later.

“Why do you have a phone if you don’t answer?” You heard Rhodey complain as the line went through.

You yawned, “I did. What’s up, Rhodey?”

“YN, it’s Tony.”

Your mind was still foggy with sleep, “What that jerk do this time?”

“Wake up,” you finally noticed the seriousness in Rhodey’s voice, “Tony’s missing.”

“Rhodey you don’t joke like that....Please say you’re joking and put him on so I can yell his ear off,” you didn’t notice your voice breakinging, but Rhodey did.

“I’ll find him, YN. People here aren’t putting much faith in him being....but we’ll find him.”

“If there’s,” You took a second to calm down, “if there’s no body he’s around. How did it happen?”

“My thoughts exactly. He’s to stubborn for this to be it. Tony did his Jericho demonstration, he didn’t want to come with me...I should have made him come with me..I was five minutes too late, he was gone, everyone else was dead..” he was struggling, that much was clear to see.

“Rhodey, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t his fault. You’ll find him. No matter how long it takes. He knows you’re out there looking for him.”

“You’re probably right. I’m gonna go see what else I can make happen. I just needed you to know. I’ll call you if anything else happens.”

“Stay safe, Rhodey.”

“I will,” he hung up.

You put your head in your hands, everything just hitting you at once. The past two years had been great. Now everything felt as if it were crashing down. All you wanted right now was Tony by your side. He was safety personified to you. He was the world to your daughter. Tony would come home. He’d come gone. You had to believe it.

“Mommy, why cry?” Ro asked, you hadn’t notice her at the door, he bear close and her favorite blanket in hand.

You wiped the tears away, “I’m not crying, baby, I’m fine. C’mere.”

She shuffled over to you and moved to sit on your lap. “Daddy sing to make me happy. Sing for you?”

Kissing her head you moved to lay her down beside you. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Let’s get a little more sleep.”

You turned off the bedside light. Ro was humming, patting you while she did, Tony’s go to comfort method for her.

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emetoandotherthings · 7 years ago

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I don't know if you're into burping, but I find it's really hot when incorporated into illness. Eden is a soft, delicate guy it seems, but I would very much love to see him out of commission with a gassy, bloated belly, suffering some brutal indigestion, while boyfriend Jude gives him belly rubs to get the trapped air out :p

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh I need something about eden and chewing gum now! It’s too adorable!!!!

A/N: So this has taken an actual frickin’ age to actually get to posting, but here is something, finally.. I hope you enjoy...

Eden felt like a brick had settled in his gut as he tried to make himself comfortable in the auditorium seating for his lecture. Eppie wasn’t at today’s lecture as she was away to London to have a special appointment with the gender consultant. Eden squashed himself in, thinking that they never provided seating for people with as long legs as him. Symbiosis was his least favourite of this semester - he generally had to force himself to stay awake by taking notes, but today his pen had made twenty-one dots along the top of his page and nothing else.

He’d had to wolf down his cheese sandwich at lunch, as he only had fifteen minutes between his tutorial and this lecture and now he could feel it glugging away in his stomach, trying its best to digest. He shifted a little - not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to himself, yet not feeling at all comfortable in any position.

There was a burning in his chest, which he put down to indigestion from eating too quickly, but his jeans waistband was beginning to feel like it was digging into his stomach. As he put his hand to readjust it, he could feel a slight bulge of his stomach. He put it down to the speed of eating, and hoped it would go away during the lecture.

But the discomfort only grew, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as a bubbly sensation travelled the length of his chest and abdomen. He couldn’t help but squirm around as he felt his face growing warmer from the embarrassment. His gut had let out a few wailing grumbles, and though he wasn’t sitting directly next to anyone, he knew it was loud enough for others to hear. He clamped his hand to his stomach, hoping that it might muffle the sound, but all that had happened was a bubble of air pushed up his throat and he had to swallow fast to avoid burping in public. He removed his hand, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one even batted an eyelid.

By the time his class ended, he’d felt like someone had inserted a beach ball into his stomach and slowly pumped it up so it was full of air. He’d bitten back the urge to burp, feeling his cheeks go pink every time his gut let out another gurgle. He shoved his notepad into his backpack, but as he stood up, the painful brick-like weight returned to his stomach. He clutched his hands to his stomach momentarily, then remembered everyone could see him so removed them; the burn in his upper chest intensified and he blinked as his eyes watered.

He just had to get home - then he could have some water and try to get his stomach to settle. Once he was out of the lecture hall and into the street, his hand instinctively moved to his stomach again; he generally stooped a little when he walked, but now he felt like he was almost bent double.

He clung to the bannister as he climbed up to his flat; he felt lethargic now - like that short walk had really taken it out of him.

“Afternoon!” Jude’s voice came bounding from the living room, followed by his enthusiastic self, but he stopped when he saw Eden’s face. “What’s wrong?” He asked suddenly.

Generally Eden was pretty stoical - he’d shrug things off in the hope that it’d get better, but he felt so sluggish and uncomfortable that he really couldn’t hide it.

“My tummy’s really hurting,” he moaned, still feeling like he was bent really far forward.

“Oh no!” He said, looking worried; he’d crossed to where Eden was standing and wrapped his arm around him. “Why don’t you come sit down? I’ll make you some tea.”

“Okay,” Eden allowed himself to be led through to their sitting room; he shrugged off his backpack, then perched on the edge of the sofa, the weight of the bloat of his stomach feeling more apparent.

Jude brought through two cups of tea - he’d clearly been making one for himself anyway, and he sat next to Eden, worry still obvious on his face.

“When you say your tummy is hurting, what do you mean?” Jude asked as Eden leant back, still holding on to his abdomen. “Do you feel sick?”

“Not - not really,” Eden replied, trying to think of how to explain what he was feeling. “My - I feel all bloated, like…” Eden stopped himself, feeling his cheeks going a bit pink - he didn’t really want to admit that he needed to burp to Jude.

“Like what?” Jude questioned further, watching Eden closely.

“Bubbly and funny,” Eden said, waving his hands over the area of his abdomen. “I think I maybe ate too fast, or something.”

“Do you want a tummy rub?” Jude suggested. “You know how much that helps me.”

“Yeah,” Eden mumbled, he wasn’t entirely sure, but anything would be better than the discomfort he felt at the moment. “I’ll give it a try.”

“Just come, lean back in to me,” he advised, moving so Eden could sit with his back resting against Jude’s front. It was odd, as normally Jude was the one that fit into Eden - as Eden was so much taller, but now their roles were reversed. “That’s it.” Jude wrapped his arms around Eden’s waist, slipping his hand underneath Eden’s t-shirt. “Oh goodness Eden!” Jude said, shocked; pulling up Eden’s t-shirt further to reveal the bulge. “You’re really bloated!”

“I know,” Eden muttered, a little embarrassed, but the warmth and gentleness of Jude’s hand was really nice.

“Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?” He asked cautiously.

“No,” Eden said firmly. “I’m just uncomfortable.”

“Alright,” he answered, “lean back.” Eden rested back, the warmth of Jude’s hand on his stomach was soothing; and he rubbed small circles around Eden’s belly button, Eden began to relax a bit.

“Hmmm…” Eden closed his eyes.

“Is that okay?” Jude whispered slowly.

“Yeah, I-” Eden stopped abruptly as he felt the beginnings of a burp and closed his mouth to swallow it back. “It’s nice.”

“Good,” Jude agreed, continuing to rub his hand round Eden’s stomach, and everytime Eden felt air dislodging, he swallowed hard - but this only seemed to further upset his stomach. It began to whine and grumble, becoming more audible.

“Your tummy is really not sounding happy Ede,” Jude said concerned.

“Mmm…” Eden agreed, putting his own hand to his stomach; his face burning even more. He was going to have to tell Jude the truth. “I feel like… Like I need to belch,” Eden admitted, burying his head into his hands in embarrassment; but to his surprise, Jude burst out laughing. Eden swivelled round to look at him, feeling his stomach gurgle as he did so. “What?”

“Oh Ede!” Jude was having a hard time stopping laughing, and he swiped tears away from his eyes as Eden scowled at him. “Belch!” He muttered, then ran his hand up and down Eden’s spine.

“Don’t!” Eden pouted. “I don’t like it!”

“I know…” Jude nodded. “Here, it’s only natural Ede! Sometimes you just need to let the air out.”

“Yeah, but, I find it difficult!” Eden protested. “I was always taught it was rude…”

Jude bristled slightly at this - his whole family were burpy people, they just couldn't help it. “It’s rude in the wrong situations… But if you’re holding it in and it’s making you feel uncomfortable, then it’s not.”

“Hmmm…” Eden didn’t look too convinced.

“And you’re with me Ede!” Jude insisted. “How many times have you rubbed my belly to help me burp?”

“Quite a few,” Eden agreed sheepishly.

“Then let me return the favour,” he said, “and I guarantee you’ll feel better when the air is out.”

“Mmm…” Eden bit his lip, then finally he sighed. “Fine.”

“Sit up really straight,” Jude told him, Eden did as he was told, still holding at his tummy a little protectively. “Open your mouth really wide, and push your diaphragm.”

“....” Eden tried, his mouth hanging open, he squeezed his eyes shut. “Nope, it’s not working.” He shook his head after a few tries.

“Let me pat your back while you try,” Jude suggested and he placed his hand firmly on Eden’s back, then gave little pats; Eden tried again, opening his mouth and clutching at his tummy - but nothing happened.

“Ngghh…” Eden shook his head again. “I can’t…”

“Hmmm…” Jude scowled for a second, then Eden practically saw the idea flash into his head. “Oh wait! I have an idea!” He sprang up from the sofa and dashed from the room; Eden heard the squeak of a door and then Jude’s footsteps coming back. “Here…” Jude held out his hand as he returned, he was clutching a small packet, which Eden eventually saw was chewing gum.

“No, I don’t really like chewing gum,” Eden shook his head, pushing Jude’s hand away; but Jude was beaming.

“And why don’t you like it?” Jude asked.

“Because it makes me…” Eden’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh… cause it makes me burpy!”

“Exactly!” Jude nodded, squeezing out two pieces of gum and handing them across. “Now chew!”

Eden was in so much discomfort that he was willing to try anything to get rid of it - so he placed the gum in his mouth and chewed. There was an explosion of mint in his mouth which made his nose itch, but he obediently kept chewing - aware that Jude was still watching him.

“It’s really annoying…” Eden admitted, rubbing his hand across his tummy.

“Yeah - but everyone experiences it at some point,” Jude pointed out. “What did you have for lunch today?”

“Just a cheese sandwich,” Eden replied.

“And how quickly did you eat it?” Jude questioned, his eyebrows raising.

“Quite quickly…” Eden admitted sheepishly. “I’ve only got fifteen minutes in between classes!” He wailed slightly.

“That’s probably what’s making you feel rubbish,” Jude nodded.

“There’s not much I can do about - BRRUAARRP!” A sudden burp slipped from Eden’s lips halfway through his sentence, and he covered his mouth. “Excuse me!” But Jude was chuckling.

“Feel any better?” He asked; Eden stopped chewing the gum momentarily, as he felt the air shifting in his gut.

“Yea - UUUAAUUURRPP!” Another burp rumbled up and Eden covered his mouth again. “I - uuurrrpp!” He couldn’t stop them now; the chewing gum seemed to have done the trick, and the dislodged air bubbled up again. “Uurrpp!”

“Goodness Ede,” Jude grinned, giving him a gentle pat on the back which caused another burp to come free.

“Sorry - uuuaarrp!” Eden’s cheeks went bright pink as he burped again.

“Don’t worry,” Jude said, smiling; Eden was nursing his stomach still, but it did feel like the bloat was going down the more he burped. “It sounds like you really needed to get that air out.”

“RRuuuaaarRRRP!” Eden nodded his head, pushing both hands down on his stomach to force more air out. “Will you keep patting my - huurrrp! - back?” He asked Jude pleadingly, feeling like it was really working.

“Of course!” Jude agreed, rubbing his hand in between Eden’s shoulders, then patting gently. Almost instantly another burp erupted from his mouth. “Does that help?” Jude asked, patting a rhythm into Eden’s back.

“Yeah,” Eden nodded, “it really - uuuuaaAAARRPP!” That last burp was wet sounding, and Jude paused to look at Eden’s face.

“That sounded a bit… you sure you’re not feeling sick?” Jude asked concerned.

“Not really…” Eden replied, stopping pressing on his tummy so hard; he felt a stickiness at the back of his throat.

“Maybe you should stop?” Jude suggested. “Give your tummy some time to rest and see if it gets any better?”

“Mmhmm,” Eden nodded in agreement; the bloated discomfort had gone down and, although he did feel better, the unsettled sensation was still present - like an aftermath. “Will you still rub my tummy for me?”

“As long as it’s not going to hurt you,” Jude nodded, opening his arms and allowing Eden to snuggle back into him, wrapping his arm around Eden’s middle so he could rub his stomach. “You just let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” Eden murmured, “it is really nice.” He cuddled into Jude’s shoulder. “Thank you so much for helping, Jude.”

“It’s no problem,” Jude insisted, “next time just come to me.”

“Mmhmm… I will.”

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kpurereactions · 7 years ago

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Im Here | Part 5

WOW KITTY ACTUALLY FINISHED SOMETHING WOW SUCH IMPRESSED MUCH SURPRISED

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Part | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

You had woken up before Jaebum, and even though before the two of you fell asleep you two promised to do everything together, you couldn't wake him up. You smiled at the way he was sleeping; on his stomach with one arm tucked under his head while the other griped lightly to the sheet you had just crawled out of. In your mind, there was no reason to wake him, especially since this was the first time you saw him without a frown on his face.

Your hand tossed your messy hair about as you made your way into the kitchen. Might asleep surprise him with a breakfast in bed to just further his relaxed state. You got to work, quickly and quietly as you could pulling eggs, cheeses and meats from eh fridges for his favorite breakfast- out of all the things you've made him you were always surprised that scrambled cheesy eggs with bacon and biscuits was his favorite. You should have expected it though, the moment your house began to fill with the smell of bacon three heads with slowly made their way into the kitchen.

“Oh thank god your cooking, were starving.” Jackson said as he sat down along the bar. Half of you wanted to smile since it was the first time they seemed to be excited about your cooking in a good few days. But then part of you was disappointed, your breakfast for just Jaebum and you was ruined.

“Well this is for Jaebum. I didnt make enough.” You tried, flipping th bacon one last time before plating it, followed by the eggs.

“Oh thats okay, we will wait.” Mark smiled putting his arms on the table.

You sighed again, there was no way they were going to catch the hint.

“I was actually doing some research last night and there supposed to be a really good place that does breakfast down the road. You guys should go and tell me if its good.” One more attempt.

“No, wed rather eat your food. Its probably better.” Jackson said looking at a scratch that was on his arm.

“Plus, why would we go into down and pay for food when you're already cooking?” Jinyoung said after he had rounded the open floor plan of the living area.

You sighed and pressed your lips together, picking up Jaebums plate and walking around the counter, a little mad.

“Oh, Woah y/n, ever heard of pants?” Mark said looking at you up and down once with a uncomfortable gaze. You looked down and rolled your eyes, of course you would only be in the long shirt Jaebum had been wearing the night before.

“Oh im sorry, I really wasn't expecting people here this early.” You said before walking away. You hoped they'd get your attitude and just leave.

Walking back into the bedroom though you couldn't help but smile at Jaebum who had rolled over and brought the pillow you had slept on close to his chest. You sat on the side of the bed, your hand softly moving to tap his shoulder as you said his name softly.

“I made you breakfast.” You said when his eyes fluttered open and he took a deep breath in.

“You did?” He blinked. “I thought this smell was in my dream.” You smiled at him, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as his smile seemed to get even wider.

Your cheeks heated as he sat up, the sheets falling off of his bare chest and remembering that you were the one now in his shirt made it even more obvious that there was a crowd in the kitchen. You wanted to sit there and be with him while he ate, but you knew the longer you sat there with him the longer the boys in the kitchen would stay. You lent forward and kissed his cheek before moving to stand up.

“Wait stay here with me. Ill clean the kitchen after.” He said holding one hand out to you.

“We have guests waiting in the kitchen. I need to feed them so they leave.”

You knew he was going to get up and follow you into the kitchen, and though you didnt want him to be bothered by the fools, you knew he was just as upset as you were, so you walked on not waiting for him. The boys sat there with goofy grins on their faces as they laughed at what ever was on Jacksons phone, and just the fact that they were that happy and that giddy though they ruined your morning made you even more mad.

You couldnt help the banging of the pans as you cleaned and pulled more out to feed them, and you were happy to see Jaebum was just as mad as he stomped into the kitchen, his body now clothed.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded, putting his plate on the counter a little too rough.

“Having breakfast?” Mark said without looking up from the phone. Jaebum looked at you desperately before trying again.

“How about you guys go somewhere else?”

“No were good.”

“Spoiled pricks.” Jaebum whispered into your ear as he we his hands before helping you scramble the simple egg you were going to feed them.

Every time one of the boys complained about the simple breakfast you had made them Jaebum promised you something in return. At first it was just a morning walk, just the two of you. But by the time you had snatched the plates from under the three guys who may or may not have been fully done with their meal, your day had turned into a morning stroll, lunch, shopping and dinner at a fancy restaurant.

The ocean breeze was comforting as you and Jaebum walked hand in hand down the coast to the strip of stores and restaurants you planed on spending your day at. Though his dark sunglasses covered most of his face you knew his eyes were always on you by the way the corners of his mouth slightly turned upward when you started talking, and you both had to agree. Not having to talk about one getting abducted while the other killed for once was nice.

“Oh, look at that!” You said softly, squeezing his arm before pointing into the window of a bubblegum colored pet shop.

“No way uh-huh. No dogs Y/n.” He said in almost a whine. You scoffed and let go of him to take a closer look at the fat little grey and while bulldog puppy.

“Look how sweet he is though.” You pouted, watching as the little thing clumsily laid on his fat puppy tummy, his snorting being heard through the glass of the store.

“Y/n, are you really going to get it?” Jaebum said almost desperately.

“Not right now, but I'm thinking for future reference.” You said standing and stepping into his chest where you placed a kiss on his cheek before looking back over to the dog.

“You have to admit its cute.”

“No its not.” His lips were now pressed against your temple.

You groaned making him chuckle before letting your hand fall back into his. You continued your walk, stoping in random stores and picking out small beach memorabilia or knick knacks to make the house a little more homey, but nothing big since before you knew it the sun was dropping and you were being led into a small, but beautiful restaurant. The moon rising over the water gave the world around you a silver effect and you couldn't help but smile. The bump that were the guys this morning was long forgotten and the only thing you could seem to focus on was the man reading over the menu in front of you.

“We should just live out here.” You said before taking a sip of your wine glass, your eyes moving to look out the large window.

“If only life was that easy.” Jaebum said reading your mind. “I wonder if the guys at home have heard anything.” You said more on the hush side, but he just answered with a slight shake of his head to tell you this wasn't the place for that type of conversation, which you completely understood.

“Lets get that dog.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “Oh, we don't have to get the dog. I was playing around.” You said, only half telling the truth.

“No lets get it. It'll be nice to have a piece of innocent soul roaming around the house. Especially since our original innocent soul has not turned dirty.” He said winking at you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but knew exactly what he was insinuating. As he talked you began to slightly tease him with your glances, batting your eyelashes and biting your lip when he said something funny. And You could tell he knew exactly where this was going by how quickly he finalized the bill and stood from the table.

The two of you walked quickly, your arms locked with one another as you giggled your way back to the house, his lips constantly whispering things in your ears and your kissing his cheek quickly. If his life wasn't what it was, this would definitely be how you lived with him. But through the conversation you held all the way back you knew that despite everything that had happened, you wouldn't trade him or his world for anything.

You had a plan for the moment Jaebum’s hand reached for the key that was in his pocket. You watched has his hand entered the key and started to turn it to unlock the door, but it already had seemed to be opened. You watched as his brows furrowed and he looked at you, but you weren't about to let this ruin your night.

“It was probably just Jackson” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you.

He chuckled into the kiss at first, his hand making sure to pull the key out of the door before walking you in and slamming it with his foot behind the two of you. The moment you're in the darkness of your own home his hands began to move fast, dropping the key and his coat with it as you quickly stripped yourself of your shirt. His hands moved to cup your face to hold you steady while your hands undid the buttons of his shirt and his body pushed you backwards. Airy moans filled the room, your bare bodies pressed to each others.

He continued to walk you backwards, his hands desperately trying to undo the clasp of your bra, and failing when the backs of your knees his the arm of the couch and his body followed you down.

A loud gasp came from you lips as the sound of breaking porcelain filled the room, a piece cutting deal into your shoulder blade made you hit Jaebums shoulder rapidly to make him get off of you. Your hand reached over your shoulder to feel the damage as you watched Jaebum stumble for a lightswitch, a gasp sticking in his throat when he saw just how much blood was actually pouring out of your back.

“What the hell was that doing there?” Jaebum half yelled, his hand moving to push his hair back.

“Does it matter!?” You yelled, the feeling of the shards still in your shoulder making tears from in your eyes. “Help me get these out please.” You added with a hiss.

You moved to the other couch when Jaebum returned with medical supplies, and sat with your back facing him so he could pull the glass out of your shoulder while cleaning it at the same time.

“Good news you don't need stitches.” He said in a soft, sorry voice.

“Talk about a mood killer.” You mumbled making him laugh and gently place his lips on your back.

“Let me get you some pain medication.” He said coming around in front of you to kiss your nose gently as you nodded.

You sat there still in your bra as you watched Jaebum clean the smashed lamp, both of you wondering the same things but not saying anything because the reality of the door being unlocked and the lamp being there was almost too clever.

“Lets just go to bed. We have a pup to buy tomorrow.” Jaebum said helping you stand up and wrapping his arm around you gently.

You smiled and buried your face in his shoulder for half a second before pulling it back and lightly hitting him arcross the chest. “You're never allowed to lead like that again.” You said making him chuckle softly.

The next morning you weren't as mad to see the boys waiting for the two of you in the kitchen, you had slept so well that the broken lamp was far from your mind until mark pointed out the fact that you had slightly bled through your white t-shirt.

“Oh yeah, did any of you pick the door yesterday?” Jaebum asked as he lifted your shirt with the help of Jinyoung to change the bandage.

“Nope. We played video games all day.” Jackson said nonchalantly.

“Its okay if you did... just tell us.” You tried, just incase they didnt want to get in trouble for breaking in.

“I swear, none of us left the house yesterday.” Jinyoung said through a grimace at the sight of your back.

You turned to look at Jaebum, the fear you had pushed aside finally settling into the pit of your stomach. Someone had broken in, and it wasn't just a common burglar since nothing was taken from the house.

“I think we need to leave.” Jaebum said letting your shirt fall back down.

“What? No.” You said.

“Y/n,” He said coming round to face you. “Someone was in her or not and theres only one type of psychopath that would break into an empty house and not take anything.” He said.

“Well unless what the person breaking in didnt see what they wanted.” Jackson said standing up and folding his arms.

But the moment those words left his mouth all eyes turned to you, and you knew exactly what wasn't in the house.

You.

Still, you were able to convince Jaebum to not leave just yet. You convinced him to take you back into town this time with all the boys. You knew from the start it wouldn't be as fun, but you figured if you wanted to stay the best way to make that happen was to keep everyone busy. The only time Jaebum smiled during your day out was when you walked past the pet store and his hand stopped you from walking too far past the pup you had seen the day before.

“Lets get him.” Jaebum said. You knew he was trying to put on a smile for you, but it just wasn't possible at the moment.

“I don't know if we should right now.” You said looking down at the little thing who walk barking at you from behind the glass.

“Y/n, if not now then when?” This time a small smile made it.

If anything this dog would be a good distraction for you, and when all this was over a reminder that in any bad situation you always had this ray of light, who was now licking your face like his life depended on it.

“What are you going to name him?” mark said when the two of you edited the store with a few bags of goodies for the puppy.

“Bugsy.” You said holding the pup so you were once again eye to eye with him.

“Like the movie?” Jackson said with a goofy smile.

“I think its fitting.” You said making the group around you chuckle.

It turned out to be a good rest of the day, Jaebum seemed to lighten up after welcoming Bugsy, and the rest of the guys seemed to not go too far as to make him mad. But as things slowed down and you and Jaebum were left alone in the house once again you couldn't get yourself to leave the couch you had curled up on, all the fears of the day coming out at once time causing you to break down into Jaebum’s chest and cry until you had fallen asleep with your arm wrapped around both him and Bugsy.

#jaebum #im jaebum #got7 #got7 fic

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boofphil · 7 years ago

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because he loves him

2010!dan

summary: dan has been getting sick a lot recently, making phil worried (based off dan's 2010 surgery)

word count: 2090

genre: fluff, sickfic

warnings: mentions of vomiting

A/N: i can’t title help me

Dan didn’t think much of it at first. When his stomach started hurting after most meals, he brushed it off as bad university food. [add more here] He figured a weekend at Phil’s would help with food that didn’t taste questionable. After dinner, the two went to the lounge to watch a movie. Not too long into however, Dan’s stomach started feeling funny. Dan frowned, knowing what would come next. Phil noticed Dan shifting uncomfortably next to him.

“Dan? What’s wrong?” Phil asked.

Dan tried to ignore it. “I’m fine.”

Phil gave him a concerned look, but didn’t press on.

It didn’t take long before Dan’s stomach began to ache, much to Dan’s dismay. He couldn’t blame bad food on this one. He pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over his stomach, subtly trying to ease his stomachache. The pain worsened with each passing minute and Dan found himself unable to focus on the movie anymore. He didn’t want to worry Phil; it would only be a matter of time before he noticed, so Dan needed to find a way to relief the pain before Phil picked up on it.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” Dan excused himself, standing up and trying not to wince as the pain worsened.

“Do you need me to pause the movie?” Phil asked, glancing over at Dan.

Dan shook his head, then left to go to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he doubled over and clutched his stomach, face grimacing. This one felt worse than the usual stomach pains. He sat down on the floor, curling up as much as possible.

He planned to wait a couple minutes before going back out, yet he was too distracted by the pain to pay attention to how long he was in there. He only became aware of how much time had passed when there was a knock on the door.

“Dan? Are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for twenty minutes.”

Dan groaned; his stomach didn’t feel any better than when he first came in.

“What’s wrong?” Phil said, worry evident his voice.

Dan didn’t respond, hoping Phil would go away. He knew Phil wouldn’t leave, of course; he’d be an awful boyfriend if he did.

“Dan, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll have to pick the lock to get in.”

“No…” Dan whimpered, stomach cramping. Why did this stomachache have to feel so awful? Having a decent dinner with his boyfriend was supposed to help, not make it worse. Now Phil would find out about his stomachaches and force him to visit the doctor, something he couldn’t afford as a university student.

There was some noise with the door knob, signaling that Phil had resorted to picking the lock to get in. Dan hid his face against his legs, not wanting to see the worry on Phil’s face. The door swung open and nearly hit Dan. Phil stepped in, closing the door behind him and crouching down to Dan’s level.

“Dan, please talk to me,” Phil whispered, gently rubbing Dan’s back. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Dan shook his head. “My stomach hurts again.”

Phil frowned. “Again?”

Dan lifted his head. “It’s been hurting all week.”

This further worried Phil. Why hadn’t Dan told him about this sooner? “Does it come and go or has it constantly been there?”

“Only after I ate meals. I thought it was the university food, but I guess not.”

Phil could see how upset this was making Dan, so he decided to wait until later when he was feeling better to talk about it. He placed a hand on Dan’s cheek, letting the younger boy lean into it and close his eyes. “How about you go lay down in my bed while I go buy you some medicine, alright? We can talk about what to do later.” Dan nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering back open as Phil removed his hand from Dan’s cheek. He helped Dan get to his bed, where the younger boy curled up with his arms around his stomach. Phil tucked him in and pressed a kiss to his head, promising to be back in ten minutes.

Phil waited until the next day to bring up going to the doctor. The two were cuddling on the couch, Dan settled between Phil’s legs. His head was resting on Phil’s chest with Phil’s arms tight around him.

“Hey Dan?”

Dan looked up at Phil, his fringe falling into his eyes.

“Do you think you should see a doctor about your stomach?”

Phil felt Dan instantly tense. He obviously didn’t want to go to the doctor, even though it would only get worse the longer he waited. “I really don’t want to. Can we just wait another week?”

Phil shook his head. “It’ll only get worse. I don’t mean to scare you Dan, but it could be something serious.”

Dan sighed, hiding his face in Phil’s chest. “I’ll go tomorrow, if it’ll make you happy.”

Phil smiled, kissing Dan’s hair. “It would. I want my boyfriend happy and healthy.”

“Ew, you’re being sappy.”

Phil lifted Dan’s head and began planting kisses over his face, making Dan scrunch his noise. “Yes, I am,” Phil said teasingly between kisses. “Because I love you.” “Noo,” Dan giggled, face turning pink. “Stop it.”

Phil planted a kiss on Dan’s nose, then on his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Dan sigh contently. “Never.”

Dan pulled away, looking fondly at Phil. “I love you too.” He leaned back in, the two getting lost in each other.

A week later, however, the two found themselves in A&E. Dan was staring at the ground, a hand pressed against his stomach. Even with the pills prescribed from the doctor, Dan’s stomachaches became more frequent and painful. It had gotten to the point where Dan was skipping meals to avoid the pain that came after them. Phil had been worried the entire time, insisting that Dan stayed at his place until he got better. Dan hadn’t gone to class at all, instead spending most of the day curled up in Phil’s bed with stomach pains. Phil drew the line when Dan had thrown up his lunch.

“Is your stomach feeling any better now?” Phil leaned over and whispered. He was a bit conscious of the looks they were getting, considering they were two young adults with matching haircuts and skinny jeans.

Dan shrugged. “Not really. But it’s not as bad as when I threw up.”

Phil sighed. Dan was obviously upset about having to come to the A&E, not to mention how unwell he felt. The only thing they could hope for now was that they could get in and out as quickly as possible.

Eventually, Dan was called back. After some examination and discussion, the doctor concluded that Dan would need surgery. It was a simple one that wouldn’t take long, meaning Dan would be out sooner. It was scheduled for tomorrow, meaning Dan would have to stay overnight. Unfortunately, Phil wouldn’t be allowed to stay once visiting hours were over. Knowing Dan was in safe hands and he’d be called if anything went wrong, Phil kissed Dan before reluctantly leaving.

The surgery went well for Dan, and when Phil arrived, Dan was already awake and feeling much better. At least, that’s what Phil assumed. Dan was very loopy from the amount of morphine he received. It was hard to understand much of what he was saying, or even to get him to understand what was being said to him. Dan slept on and off through the day, Phil always by his side, occasionally waking up to talk gibberish. Phil didn’t mind; he thought Dan was awfully cute. Then again, when didn’t he?

In the evening, Dan was a bit more coherent, so the doctors talked to them about what was going to happen next.

“He’ll have to stay a few more days to make sure everything is going fine, and he’ll have lots of pills to take, but other than that he should be fine. The surgery was simple enough and as long as there’s no complications, he’ll be out of here in no time.”

Phil nodded intently as the doctor spoke, while Dan stared at him through glossy eyes. He understood what the doctor was saying and at the same time didn’t. He concluded that he would simply have Phil take care of whatever it was. With that thought, and no regards to the doctor who was still speaking, Dan turned back over and fell asleep.

“I’m hungry.”

Phil looked up from his phone to see Dan laying on his side, pouting. He raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t you eat two hours ago?”

Dan sighed, flopping on his back. “Yeah but that was gross hospital food. I would barely even call it a meal.”

Phil wasn’t too surprised Dan was complaining about being hungry; he had seen the meal size and it wasn’t very satisfying. Not to mention, Dan was still growing and ate a lot. Phil would know. Dan has proven that he can eat half of Phil’s food in two days. “Well, I don’t think you can get a second lunch here.”

“Not that I want any,” Dan grumbled, crossing his arms. “I miss real food. The kind you’d dress up fancy and go to an overpriced restaurant for.”

Phil rolled his eyes fondly at Dan’s dramatics. “Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to leave the hospital to visit such restaurants.”

Dan smiled slightly. “Well, there is such thing as fast food restaurants.”

Phil raised his eyebrows again.

Dan rolled over, giving Phil his best puppy eyes. “Will you be a kind boyfriend and get me McDonald’s?”

“No way, Dan,” Phil said, trying his best to sound stern. “That’s too risky.”

“It’ll be fine, you can wrap it up in a jacket. It won’t hurt me, if that’s what you’re worried about. My tummy’s fine now.”

Phil tried to stay stern, but the sad eyes and way Dan was pouting was making his heart ache.

“Phil,” Dan whined, “please?”

It wasn’t fair. Dan was too cute and Phil was too in love to say no. He stood up, giving in. “Fine.”

Dan’s face lit up into a big smile, making Phil’s heart squeeze with affection. “I love you Philly!”

Phil sighed, leaning down and giving Dan a kiss. “Love you too. But if I get caught it’s your fault.”

Dan shrugged. “Whatever, nerd. Now go get me some food.”

Phil left, shaking his head in exasperation. Dan waited restlessly for him to return, his stomach begging him for food. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, Phil returned with a jacket bundle that held the holy greasiness that was McDonald’s food. Dan made grabby hands for it, mouth watering with anticipation.

“Jeez, Dan calm down,” Phil snickered. He handed Dan the bundle, letting him unravel it to reveal a McDonald’s bag.

Dan tore open the bag and pulled out the burger container. He opened it and picked up the burger, taking a bite. He moaned. “God, this tastes like heaven.”

Phil watched with great amusement as Dan savored the preservative-packed burger like it was a five star meal. “Do you need a moment with your burger?”

“Shut up. You’d do the same thing if you tasted the hospital food here.” He practically inhaled the rest of his burger, then flopped back against the bed.

“There’s some fries in there as well,” Phil pointed out.

Dan’s eyes widened and he snatched up the bag, pulling out the fries. “You’re an angel,” he said breathlessly.

Phil snorted. “You’re welcome. Now share some with me.”

Dan held out the fries, allowing Phil to grab some. The two ate their fries in silence. Dan finished the fries off as fast as the burger, stuffing the empty container into the bag. “Seriously, Phil, thank you for that.”

Phil smiled, standing up so he could drop a kiss on Dan’s forehead. “Anything for you.”

Dan pretended to be disgusted, but his pink cheeks betrayed him.

“Now do me a favor and keep getting better, alright?”

Dan smiled softly. “I will.” He took Phil’s hand in his own, looking down like he always did whenever he said something affectionate. “I have you, after all. I know you’ll take care of me.”

And he was right. Phil would always be there for him, and Dan would do it right back. All because they loved each other.

#boofers #phanfic #phanfiction #phan fluff #phan sickfic #dap:sty #im so tired my eyes are burning

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glasgowgirl92-blog · 7 years ago

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Lullaby - The Sass is Strong with this One

So! Chapter Three is upon us and I’m not sure how it happened, however, here it is! See here for chapter one and here for chapter two! (I’m thinking about making a master post, yes or no?)

@queseraone provided me with this prompt: Taking Millie grocery shopping and this popped into my head. So if you have any prompts you’d like to see? Just drop it in my inbox, in a message, on this post and I’ll had it to the list!

@halsteadpd has been getting tortured with this fic all day, sorry bb!

@letitrainletitsnowbutdontletmego The next chapter will talk about the “incident”! So keep your eyes pealed for that.

As always a huge thank you to everyone who likes, reblogs, reviews this! You make me happy and when I’m happy, chapters happen!

Anyways, enjoy!

The Sass is Strong with this One.

Every second Tuesday they went grocery shopping. Neither Jay nor Erin are sure when this came to pass, when it became a thing but it was a thing and it was Tuesday and they were in the car heading to the grocery store. Every so often, whenever work would allow, Erin and Jay would collect Millie from the child minder early and take her with them; she had a love for the grocery store and spending time with her regardless of what they were doing always made for the best time. Even if it meant listening to her music in the car on repeat while she ‘danced’ in the backseat in her baby seat, wriggling around to the music. Erin still insisted that Millie was a better dancer than Jay and Jay would always laugh and say that she clearly didn’t inherit it from Erin.

As always, Erin drove and she would drop Jay off for him to grab a shopping cart and wait for her to bring their princess over to him to put her in the little seat. As always, Jay had dutifully gotten out of the car and grabbed a cart, waiting patiently for Erin to carry the toddler over to the sidewalk outside the store and place her down where she’d run to him and hold up her arms to be lifted into the cart.

Except today, Millie didn’t.

She followed her mother’s instructions to the letter; stay at the wall side and go straight to daddy. Erin herself was a couple of paces behind, close enough to snatch a wayward toddler as she waddled along the sidewalk, stomping extra hard to make her sneakers light up all the way to daddy. When she reached Jay, however, her little fingers simply wrapped around the metal of the cart and held on, waiting for Erin.

“Okay, Mills, let’s go.” Jay told her, looking at her; confusion on his face, Erin’s too when she eventually approached.

“I’s fine.” She sing-songed, her sweet little voice carrying even in the wind.

“Mills.” Jay warned, raising an eyebrow as his two-and-a-half-year-old daughter still didn’t look at either parent.

“Imma big girl daddy, I’s walk.” She stated determinedly, her resolution as fierce as her mother’s.

“Mills, you gotta get in the cart in the store.”

“No, thank you. I’s fine.”

“Mille.” Jay sighed and tried a different tactic, moving around and crouching down to be eye level with his daughter; she had her mother’s dimples, his dark curls and Erin’s tiny little button nose but she had his eyes. Her entire face at that moment was angelic, a picture of pure innocence and that was the face that usually meant Jay would give in. But not in a store, never in a store when anything could happen. “Millie, if you walk in here? You could get lost and mommy and daddy would be really upset. We’d cry super hard and you don’t want that do you?”

The toddler let out a long-suffering sigh and gave Jay a look that reminded him so much of Erin he had to pause for a second to remind him that it was his kid and not his wife that he was talking to. The sniggering coming from behind him to his left was enough of an indication that Erin, too, found this hilarious.

“Daddy,” Millie started, a raised eyebrow and one hand on her hip, the other with a death grip on the cart. “I’s can walk. I’s a big girl.” She told him, reaching out her little hand to pat him reassuringly on the knee, “I’s okay.”

Erin was practically snorting with laughter behind him as she tried to keep a straight-face, Jay however, was too stunned to even do anything other than continue to crouch and look at his daughter, who was now giving him such a pointed look that he was beginning to think he’d stepped into a twilight zone.

“Uh.” Jay started, blinking a few times. “You gotta go in the cart.” He mentally cursed himself because at that moment his kid had formulated a better argument that he could and it killed him.

Millie rolled her eyes and looked up at Erin, once again, her sweet little face nothing but innocence. “Mamma, tells daddy.” She stated, pointing at Jay. “I’s a big girl. I’s walk.”

“No, baby.” Erin shook her head, trying to be serious and keep the smile from her face as she debated the merits of going in a cart with her toddler. Outside of the supermarket. For everyone to see. “Daddy’s right, you gotta go in the cart so you’ll be safe.”

The look that Millie gave Erin, accompanied by the gasp of sheer betrayal almost flooded Jay. Her little eyes looked wounded, tiny little mouth forming into a pout as her eyebrows drew down into a soft V. The hand that had been on Jay’s knee fisted and moved back to her side where she continued to stare at Erin as if to say Et Tu Brutus?

Then Millie turned to Jay, once again all innocent eyes and she leaned in, “Sure I’s can walk, daddy? Sure I’s allowed.” And Jay had to fight the urge to laugh because not 30 seconds ago was she trying to get her mother to tell him that she was allowed to walk.

“No Mills. You’re going in the cart, you don’t want mamma and daddy to cry super hard because we lost you do you?” he asked, reaching out to tickle her tummy, a move that usually had her laughing, but this time he was met with a glare as he stood up and held out his hands. “C’mon Mills.”

“No, thank you.” Millie stated and Jay silently cursed Erin’s stubborn nature and that being the personality trait she got from her mom. Jay raised an eyebrow at Erin and she gave him a lopsided grin as they silently communicated how to deal with a toddler who wouldn’t let go.

Eventually Jay took her wrist, leaning down to her again, “Millie, you’re going into the cart, that’s enough.” He stated, trying to sound firm, but her fingers were going white with how tightly she was holding on and even when Erin intervened, she wasn’t for letting go easily. It took them both to pry her fingers from the metal bar, Jay slipping his hands beneath her arms and lifting her, sighing audibly when she tensed up and wouldn’t bend her legs for him.

“Camille Marie Halstead.” Erin’s firm but gentle voice was quiet and once again the toddler rolled her eyes but went lax in Jay’s arms, enough for him to slip her into the seat safely. “You’re in there because it’s safer for you than you running around. We don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

The toddler beamed at both parents, an angelic happy smile on her face, dimples in full force. “Okay.” She stated happily, as though they hadn’t spent the past half hour debating putting her into the cart in the first place.

“That’s your fault.” Both Erin and Jay muttered under their breath at the same time, raising an eyebrow as they regarded the other. Jay was the first to pull away and smirk, his grin getting bigger when Erin put her hand in his back pocket.

“Bicsuts!” Millie clapped happily as they approached the aisle with the biscuits and treats. Erin dutifully read off the list. See, Millie had a thing while she sat in the cart of the grocery store to amuse herself. She would either pick the item off the shelf or be handed it and then toss it over her head into the cart, laughing almost manically while she did so.

Naturally, they were selective about which part of the cart they put certain items in and which items they allowed her to put in the cart. Chips, biscuits, candy, paper towels. Those were the safest. Sometimes they’d let her throw in some packets of meat or fish, but that was usually it.

“Okay, get the green packet, princess,” Erin instructed and Millie made grabby hands until Jay moved the cart close enough for her to grab what she wanted, holding them up for Erin’s nod of approval before shouting “wheeeee” and chucking them over her head.

Jay winced as they crashed into the bottles of water, continuing to push the cart, sighing when the tiny human continued to pick up biscuits and throw them over her head, making various animal noises as she did so.

“SHISPS!” Millie yelled bouncing in her seat and Jay threw his head back in laughter at her excitement over chips. She’d only recently been allowed to try them; Erin terrified she’d get a sharp edge stuck in her throat. They’d fast become Millie’s snack of choice – second only to carrots and the way she’d stare at Jay as she ate them had him sleeping with one eye open, - and her excitement was always infectious whenever they came into the aisle. “CHEESE!” she yelled again and Jay blinked at the way she clapped her hands and her eyes widened almost comically when he reached up for the cheesy chips she loved so much.

Millie took them from Jay, thanking him over and over as she hugged the packet close to her, childlike love and glee all over her face.

“One day, I’m gonna find me someone who loves me as much as Millie loves cheese chips.” Jay stated, earning himself an indignant snort and a whack on the arm from Erin.

“One day, I’m gonna find someone who earns my love, the way cheese chips earned Millie’s.” She countered, smirking at him. Jay grinned back, keeping one hand on the handle bar of the cart as he pulled Erin back into him, his hand splaying over her midsection.

“I think we have actual proof that I’ve earned it.” He told her, his thumb caressing the barely-there bump hidden by her sweatshirt.

“Not the same thing.” She tried to tell him, but her raspy voice was now husky and he knew he’d affected her. “Love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek, turning back just in time to see his child kiss the bag of chips. “Baby, you don’t know where that’s been.”

“In your hands.” Millie quipped back, “an on tha shef.” And with that, the chips were thrown over her head and she made explosion noises as they hit the rest of the contents of the cart. Noises that mainly consisted with her spraying spit everywhere and Erin looking utterly disgusted.

“Never gonna need any kind of DNA test for her. She’s definitely yours.” Erin told Jay, earned a snort and a swat at her ass.

“Excuse me. Have you met yourself? It’s been three years and you finally allowed me to hang a towel rail in the bathroom.” Jay counted, his hand moving back to the handle of the cart as Erin wrapped her arm around his, leaning into his shoulder.

“Only to make you stop nagging me.”

“Three. Years. Erin.” Jay punctuated each word, looking down at her as she studied the list.

“Technically, it was more like five. Longer if you count when we didn’t date. Probably closer to about 8 years.”

“You’re not making this better for yourself.”

“It can’t get any better for me.” Erin told him as she beamed up at him, a smile on her face as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, her favorite smile of his lighting up his face just as she pulled away.

“yuck.” Millie groaned, both of her parents laughing when they pulled away to find her looking at them through her fingers. “get a woom.” She muttered and both Erin and Jay blinked at her.

“Gonna kill Ruzek.” Jay muttered to Erin as they made their way to the cashier they always seemed to encounter, ignoring the fact that Millie had stated that; knowing that if they told her off for it, she’d do it all the more, something to do with the terrible twos. Apparently, though, Ruzek was also in that category, because they’d told him repeatedly to watch his mouth around Millie.

“Mills, you wanna go to the park on the way home?” Erin asked as Millie had spotted her next victim, an elderly couple in the queue. Millie had another thing in the grocery store. Chatting to strangers. Literally anyone would do and she’d strike up a conversation and nothing was off limits for her. She had announced last week that her mom had gotten her dad boobs for his birthday, causing Jay to almost die of embarrassment on the spot and Erin to almost die of laughter. It was a cake in the shape of a bust and it had been Antonio’s idea.

“No, thank you.” The tiny human shook her head, yawning. “I’s sleepy.” She stated, looking pleadingly at Erin. Jay immediately switched places with his wife, loading the items onto the conveyor belt as Erin leaned on the cart, her elbow on the handle and holding her hand up for Millie to put her head on, letting it rest there and counting back from 10. She made it to 4 before the little girl was sound asleep, her head on Erin’s hand.

They’d tried taking her out to the car and putting her in her car seat, but it only meant she was crying and grumpy by the time they got her home for a nap and it took her forever to settle which had a knock-on effect for bedtime. So now they had this routine; which would allow for them to have her asleep and rested for her nap in the afternoon.

Jay and Erin knew as they made their way to the car to load the groceries and the child that it would take a few trips up the stairs – Jay, never Erin – to get the groceries in and put away, but the look on Millie’s face as Erin carefully lifted her into her car seat, carefree and peaceful, that it was all worth it.

#linstead #linsteadfiction #linstead fanfiction #jay halstead #jay and erin #erin lindsay #ChicagoPD #chicagopdfanfiction

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hold-my-hair-back · 7 years ago

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"Why did you let me eat that?" for your OCs

For Aiden, the best nights were the ones like these. It was just he and Emmett as Ms. Ashby was working late. Emmett was quick to invite Aiden to a date night at his house, and that’s exactly what they were doing now. They had gotten burgers and fries from a nearby fast food place and Aiden had also baked cookie for the two of them, so they were both happily munching away as they watched Lord of the Rings. Aiden sighed happily, feeling his full tummy warm his body. He stretched out on the couch, resting his head in Emmett’s lap and burying his face into his boyfriend’s stomach.

“Someone is all cuddly today,” Emmett remarked, muting the TV so he could enjoy this moment with his boyfriend.

“Just happy,” Aiden hummed, taking a deep breath. Emmett smelled of leather and smoke, a combination most people would find unappealing, but to Aiden, it was home. He felt Emmett’s arms wrap around him protectively, making him only nuzzle closer. The two of them were in the position for a while before Aiden sat up finally, pressing a kiss to Emmett’s cheek and standing up to get himself another soda. It would be his third one that night, but he never felt self-conscious eating and drinking a lot in front of Emmett. When Aiden sat back down with his soda, he took another cookie too and popped it in his mouth. “I’m so full but these are so good,” he told Emmett through a happy hum as he munched on the chocolate chip oatmeal cookie.

“Damn right they are,” Emmett agreed. “You always bake the best stuff. I wish I had room for more.” He pat his stomach for emphasis which was just slightly bloated. Both of them had eaten a significant amount of food.

“I’ll eat enough for the both of us,” Aiden teased as he finished his cookie, chasing it down with Pepsi. Aiden moaned happily as he put another cookie in his mouth, the gooey chocolate taste overpowering his full stomach.

Emmett shook his head and reached over, covering the cookies. “You’re going to make yourself sick,” he pointed out, knowing Aiden’s stomach was quite sensitive. “Take it easy, baby.”

Aiden huffed a little but didn’t argue. The cookie he was currently working on was getting harder to swallow. He eventually put it down on a napkin on the table, leaving it half-eaten. “You win,” Aiden said with a little laugh. He laid back down with his head in Emmett’s lap, this time facing forward so they could continue the movie.

Only ten minutes went by before Aiden started feeling a little uncomfortable. He shifted in Emmett’s lap, turning away from the TV so he could nuzzle into Emmett’s stomach again.

Emmett frowned and he turned off the TV in order to carefully watch Aiden. “Sleepy?” he guessed, assuming that’s why his boyfriend was suddenly getting nuzzly again. Though usually when Aiden was in the mood to cuddle, he was very vocal about it. This seemed different. Aiden shrugged his shoulders and he brought his knees closer up to his middle, letting out a soft whimper. “My tummy hurts,” he whispered.

Emmett was instantly in high alert. He knew Aiden with an upset stomach wasn’t an easy situation to deal with. Not that he minded taking care of his boyfriend of course. “You probably ate too much,” Emmett pointed out. “I mean, you had a burger, a large fry, and you just ate that cookie and half of another one. And you bake pretty big cookies, sweetheart.”

Aiden knew he did. He lifted his head off of Emmett’s lap and he looked into those beautiful gray eyes, blinking slowly. He was pouting, despite knowing there was only so much Emmett could do. He looked behind him at the half-eaten cookie and groaned, resting his head on Emmett’s chest. “Why did you let me eat that?” he complained, sniffing softly. He was now in Emmett’s lap, his arms wrapped around his boyfriend and his face buried in the comforting chest.

“C’mere, koala bear.” Emmett always called Aiden ‘koala bear’ because he would wrap himself around his boyfriend as though Emmett were a tree. Which would make Aiden the koala bear. Aiden felt himself being gently pried off which made him whine just a little bit. However, Emmett then shifted him around so they were back-to-chest.

“I was comfy,” Aiden complained, but he sunk back into Emmett’s chest anyway.

Emmett wrapped his arms around Aiden’s middle so his hands were resting on his bloated stomach. Aiden was usually chubby, yes, but his stomach was definitely rounder now after eating all that junk. “Well, I figured a good belly rub might do you some good,” Emmett explained as he began to rub in soothing circles.

Aiden nodded slowly. He had to admit the pressure was helping with the pain, but it was also causing another problem. The added pressure on his full stomach was making it churn uncomfortably. “Emmett,” Aiden groaned pathetically, even though he wasn’t sure what it was he wanted from his boyfriend.

“Hmm?” Aiden felt a soft kiss getting pressed to the top of his head as Aiden kept rubbing.

Aiden was quiet for a moment – which everyone knew was a rare occurrence for him. He just wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Eventually, he whimpered again and bit his lip. “My stomach…”

Thankfully, as always, Emmett understood what he was trying to say. “Do you need to puke?” he asked, his hands moving away from his stomach. Already, the lack of pressure was causing the cramps to return.

Aiden shrugged his shoulders. He certainly felt like he needed to. He had stuffed his stomach to full and now it needed to be emptied. “I dunno,” he whispered, tears welling in his eyes from the discomfort in his abdomen. “When you don’t rub, it hurts, when you do rub, I feel sick.”

Emmett kissed the top of Aiden’s head again in silent comfort. “Well, if you ate a lot. Throwing up would probably make the pain go away too.”

That was logical enough, and Aiden knew, it, but he couldn’t stand getting sick. Everyone who knew him knew that. “Uh-uh,” he argued stubbornly. “I don’t need to throw up.”A loud, unhappy gurgle echoed through the room, disproving Aiden’s statement. It was obvious the boy’s stomach was working hard to get rid of the amount of food that had been consumed. Aiden only groaned in response as the shifting in his stomach sent a soft hiccup to his throat. “Ow,” he whined, the action only causing more pain in his stomach.

Emmett was sympathetic as always and he placed his hand on Aiden’s stomach, more so in silent comfort than to do anything. He slid it underneath Aiden’s hoodie and gently placed it on the bare skin. Softly, he started brushing his thumb over the hard, bloated belly. “I wish I knew what I could do for you. I don’t think we have Alka-seltzer or anything like that around the house.”

Aiden swallowed thickly and nodded slowly. He would just have to fight through it, then. However, another hiccup escaped him, this was louder and more forceful. It made his whole body jump, including his aching stomach. “Oww,” he moaned again, putting his hand over Emmett’s over his hoodie. He hiccuped again, this one bringing tears to his eyes. “They hurt,” he whispered. “Emmett, what do I– HIC – do?” Emmett felt bubbles underneath his palm. With his other hand, Emmett coaxed Aiden to lean forward. Aiden did so, and he felt the pressure in his stomach increased as he leaned into Emmett’s hand on his stomach. Thankfully, Emmett removed it quickly. “What are you – HIC – doing. Em?” Aiden asked. Another hiccup shook his frame and he whimpered.

“You have gas,” Emmett told him. “We can probably get the hiccups to go away.

Aiden sniffled and then nodded, rubbing his eyes with his hand as he pouted. His stomach was still churning, even without the pressure now. Dangerously so, in fact, and he felt like he was going to be throwing up any minute now. Hopefully, Emmett knew what to do to make it all better. “M’kay,” Aiden whispered as he leaned forward. The position was more uncomfortable on his stomach and he hoped Emmett would be done quickly with whatever it was he was doing. He felt Aiden’s hand begin to rub his back as he hiccuped loudly again, putting a hand over his mouth this time as it both made his stomach churn more and cause more pain. Slowly, he removed his hand as he felt Emmett begin to pat his back in a steady rhythm. He was confused at first, but the action was loosening up the gas in his belly. A soft burp rose to his throat and escaped him quickly. “Excuse me,” Aiden whispered.

“Hopefully this will lessen the pressure,” Emmett said. “It feels like your stomach is just as full of air as it is food.”

“I did drink three sodas,” Aiden said with a small frown. He belched again softly, noticing it was all air just like the last one. “Oh. ‘Scuse me”

Emmett chuckled a little. “Yeah, and you didn’t burp once while drinking them.”

“It’s rude,” Aiden pointed out. Emmett began to pat a little harder and a much larger air bubble was rising to his throat. When he released it, it was loud and wet. “Excuse me,” he whispered, putting a hand to his mouth. He burped into his hand twice with a little grimace. “‘Scuse me.”

Emmett would tell Aiden that he didn’t need to be constantly apologizing for doing what his body needed, but he knew that would be futile. So he just let out a small chuckle as he continued to work on loosening the gas in Aiden’s stomach. “You’re excused,” he assured.

Aiden’s hand was still over his mouth. The loud wet one had sent the taste of stomach acid to his throat and he was still recovering from that. He belched into his hand, this one being even worse. ��Excuse–” Aiden cut himself off with another sick belch. “Em.”

Emmett was no longer rubbing Aiden’s back. He knew his boyfriend’s stomach was still wanting to empty itself, probably unable to digest everything that had been consumed. “It’s okay,” he whispered gently, knowing what was going to happen. He reached over and placed a bin in front of him, still coaxing Aiden to lean over it. Aiden’s frame shook with a belch and he spat out a glob of brown sick.

“Don’t feel good, Em,” Aiden whispered, even though that much was obvious. Emmett nodded and rubbed Aiden’s back. Aiden gagged and a large torrent of vomit shot out into the trash can and around the floor. “I’m so so–” Aiden was cut off by another harsh gag had more vomit pour out of him. It was coming out as though he were a faucet. Aiden never imagined he would be able to throw up so much. However, it was clear that his stomach wanted every last bite that had been consumed to be gone.

“It’s okay, baby,” Emmett whispered.

Aiden shook his head as he vomited again. It was coming out of his nose as well which made it even more uncomfortable. He began to cry, complete with tears and sobs. “It hurts,” he whispered, but now talking more so about throwing up than his stomach. His stomach wasn’t cramping anymore thankfully.

“I know, baby,” Emmett whispered.

Aiden gagged again. The vomit was filling up the bin fast, but he felt like he was going to be empty soon. Sure enough, when he puked again, it was only a small trickle which he spat out. The next gag was empty and so was the one after that. The dry heaves kicked in and Aiden wrapped his arms around his middle as tears slipped down his cheeks, landing into the bin full of sick.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Emmett whispered. “I can clean this up. I promise you I don’t mind.”

Aiden only nodded because now he felt like it he was going to pass out. His stomach muscles were sore from the force of vomiting and he felt physically drained. “Your bed?” he whispered, falling back against Aiden’s chest.

Emmett’s hand was back on his stomach. “My bed,” he said with a big smile.

Aiden turned around and wrapped his arms around Emmett, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry I was sick everywhere.”

Emmett shook his head and continued to grin as he rubbed his koala bears back. “You know you don’t need to be sorry, Aiden. It happens to the best of us. Okay, sweetheart?” There was silence. “Aiden?”

It didn’t take long to realize that Aiden was already fast asleep in his lap.

#emetophilia #OMC #puking #Aiden's sensitive tummy made this easy to come up with

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