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Tug

Part two of the Sway series

This time I was inspired to write for the prompt word ‘Tug’ so I did cute dad!Bellamy with some smutty Bellarke!

Hope you like it! I’ll put the link in reblog!

Bellamy woke up with a start when he felt someone tugging him by the back of his shirt.

He grunted a little when he realized his knee was still throbbing, opened his eyes lazily and the first thing he saw was Clarke curled up on herself, asleep just by his side, which of course made him smile.

The dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep lately because their four-month-old daughter Cassie kept waking them up in the middle of the night, made him furrow his eyebrows, though.

He had almost forgotten about the reason why he woke up when he felt the tug again.

“Dada-” Gus’ tiny scared whisper made him roll over and find his four year old son staring up at him with his big beautiful brown eyes and the most worried expression on his face.

He looked adorable, dressed in his little space PJs that he and Miller had dug out from a bunker a few months back and his hair was a frizzled curly mess, similar to his. From the moment he was born, Clarke always said he was a spitting image of his dad but Bellamy often argued that Gus may look like him but he was all Clarke-soft, nurturing and sometimes very, very stubborn.

He was also cute as hell and he was using this to his advantage.

“What’s up, little wolf?” Bellamy asked using his nickname for Gus but keeping his voice low, so they wouldn’t wake Clarke.

“I had a nightmare. Can I sweep here with you, mama and Cassie?” Bellamy sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

This has been happening a lot lately and it was in a big way, Bellamy’s fault, partly because he hadn’t constructed the cabin the right way when he built it, not really leaving enough room for both a nursery and a toddler’s place (mostly because he wasn’t sure when they’d get there or how many kids they’d decide to have) and then again because when Gus came crawling to them like this in the middle of the night, begging to sleep between the two of them, Clarke always said no while Bellamy relented and picked him up, pleading her with big eyes as he lay the boy between them.

Of course, she had been right. Clarke was always right.

They’ve been trying to make Gus get used to sleeping on his own from the moment they found out Clarke was pregnant again.

In fact, they had tried to start training him even before that but he ultimately patted to their tiny bedroom and snuck up on his own sometimes, not even waiting for Bellamy to pick him up.

They’ve tried to talk to him lately and explain why he had to sleep in his own room, have his own space and be in his own bed but with Cassie’s arrival, things got even more complicated, again because they didn’t have enough space and had to keep the baby in the room with them, so they could easily pick her up and take care of her when needed.

That made Gus feel left out which broke Bellamy’s heart but he knew that the kid had to learn how to do certain things. It was tough for him because they were busy with Cassie too and he loved his little sister, but Bellamy was sure he must’ve also felt left behind.

It wasn’t easy and they were trying their best but if he had to be honest it was Clarke who stayed at home more with the kids than he was.

They had decided to split their time off work and after Cassie was old enough not to wake up through the night, that Bellamy would be the one staying at home while Clarke went back to her duties as a councilwoman and medic.

It’s what they did with Gus too and what they planned on now but this year had proven to be a lot harder-Clarke’s presence in the chambers was required a lot more than before as a new treaty was being drafted between the clans and they were trying to get more help from some of the grounders that didn’t totally hate them so they could survive the winter and have more food this time around.

She had to leave for Polis once when Cassie was just a few weeks old and then again for TonDC last month.

It killed her and he knew that but she was putting on a brave face.

He was the one who worked all day long for now though, mostly because they were desperate to catch enough game and dry the meat for the winter before the first snow came.

The weather was progressively getting worse but he would go out almost every day with his hunting group that included Miller, Monty, Monroe and occasionally Jasper. They were good at it but it wasn’t the only thing he had to take care of.

Kane had put him on guard duty too and he was also in charge of the wood stocking for the coming months which meant he was physically exhausted from either standing on his feet all day, running in the woods or bending his back chopping woods.

On top of that the knee he broke last winter was making its pain known the moment they got even a scent of chilly breeze and he had started limping around the house and having trouble getting his leg to work early in the morning or late at night.

Something, which again, Clarke hated.

He wasn’t doing enough to help her with the kids and he hated it. Seeing her torn between home and work was taking its toll on her, on top of that Cassie was a particularly loud crier, nothing like Gus as a kid, so that made everything harder.

To take at least a little bit of the burden off her shoulders, he had started bringing Gus to work with him when the kid had days off daycare or after he was done with it. He wanted to give his boy more attention, remembering how he felt left out when Octavia was born and refusing to believe the same thing would happen to his son too.

He loved bonding with Gus and Clarke always got a little calmer when she saw Gus laughing and running after his dad (even if she didn’t approve of all of his shenanigans). He let him ride his horse Hermy (short for Hermes) and come on guard duty with him. They went fishing a few times and built a snowman in the backyard.

Gus adored his dad and saw him as his hero as much as Bellamy didn’t feel like it at all, so every moment he spent with him was the most precious for the boy.

Now he looked at his son and the way he was cllutching on his plush rabbit that Bellamy made him himself, his thumb pushed in his mouth, sucking on it like he always did when he was nervous, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Gus, we’ve talked about this, son-” he spoke when he thre the blanket off of him and pushed himself up in a sitting position.

His knee creaked like an old door when he bend it and Bellamy winced but shook his head and looked back on Clarke, making sure she was still asleep.

“Come ‘ere-” he stood up and picked Gus in his arms with the boy immideately snuggling into his dad and resting his cheek on his shoulder “How about we make you some warm milk with herbs, huh?” Gus nodded but remained quiet as his dad took him out of the bedroom and brought him to the small kitchen.

He shook his head and scolded himself mentally when he looked at the cabin again-he hadn’t planned that thoroughly at all and it’d only get tougher when they have more kids, which they’ve talked about but couldn’t settle on four or five. (with Clarke being the one who wanted more than him and him worrying over her own well-being.)

The one thing they both could agree on was how much fun trying for a kid was. They got their horny periods where they simply wouldn’t stop fucking each other. Before Cassie came to be, Clarke joked he always came so hard, she could get pregnant with triplets while he blushed and hid in the crook of her neck.

The one thing that always made Gus calm down after a nightmare was some warm milk with herbs and honey, the way his mama used to make it for him since he was a baby. While he was growing up, Bellamy understood that he was still a kid and needed those soft moments to help him calm down. The last thing he wanted was for Gus to grow up as fast as he had.

When he turned the light on and started taking out the cups and products, their dog Ares, who was asleep in his bed in the corner, woke up with a tiny whimper and got up on his feet.

“It’s just us, big boy.” Bellamy let him know and Gus moved his head, peaking from behind his dad’s shoulder as he saw Ares trotting by.

They had a special connection, Ares and Gus. The half-wolf dog was attatched to the boy and curled up by his cradle since Gus was born. Gus played with him a lot and Bellamy knew that as long as Ares was there, nothing bad could happen to his son.

Now he licked Gus’ bare feet and Gus giggled after which he buried his head in Bellamy’s leg, letting him know he’s here.

“Dada, Ares limps like you.”

“That’s true, little wolf.”

“Dada, why do you always call me little wolf?”

“You know why, Gus.” Bellamy said softly as he stirred the milk while it was warming up and rocked the baby left and right, swaying him a bit just like he did with Clarke when she was pregnant for the first time, carrying that very same beautiful boy in her womb.

“Please tell Gus the story again.” Gus begged and looked at him with the same pleading eyes as before. Bellamy smilled and ruffled his hair before kissing it softly and focusing on the milk again.

“It was the day your mama and I made you. We were down by the river washing clothes and trying to get cool because it was so hot when on the way back we heard some rustling in the bushes and-”

“You got scared!” Gus finished, after having heard the story a hundreth times but never getting rid of it.

“We did.” Bellamy confirmed and kissed his nose again, making him nuzzle in his chest even more.

“Dada, how did you and mama make me?” that question was a first, though and it made Bellamy blush hard and stumble with his words. Meanwhile Ares, as if feeling up his master’s confusion looked at him tilting his head as if he too wanted to ask “Yeah, master, how did you make the little rascal?”

“Well...uh...we just...loved each other a lot...so we uhh...kissed.”

“You kissed?” Gus asked confused “And mama got me in her belly?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Gus grew pale for a moment and pushed away from his dad, staring at him with new-found worry on his face. “What is it, kiddo?”

“Dada....I kisssed Janie at day care the other day too. Does this mean she got a baby in her belly?” Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh quietly at that and rub Gus’ back softly.

“It doesn’t work like this, Gus. You have to be older and...you have to really love each other and...hug a lot.”

“Oh...okay.” Gus said scratching the back of his head still quite confused “So nothing bad will happen to Janie because we kissed?”

“Not at all. Plus trust me, neither your mom and I nor Janie’s family are ready to become grandparents.” Gus smiled a little and sighed relieved “You never told me you kissed her, though?” he felt like Gus was hiding more stuff from them lately because he didn’t want to bother them and that made Bellamy and Clarke worry a lot.

They found out just last week that Dax’s kid Rex was bullying him and tripping him over when they were playing outside. He never said anything and they only found out cause they saw a big bruise on his forearm and made him talk to them.

“It’s more like...she kissed me.” Gus explains, sighing heavily as if he had the most complicated of love lives. “I didn’t really expect it.”

“Was it good? Did you like it?” Bellamy asks curiously as he finishes up making the milk and pours it in a small cup that was all Gus’ with a cute dog drawn on the outside-yet another one of Miller and his bunker rummaging adventures.

“It was nice. She’s very kind and I like playing with her and dwaling with her.”

“Drawing?” Gus nodded and watched his dad mix the honey and the herbs and stir it with the spoon.

“Keep the story up dada.” he reminded by patting Bellamy’s chest “You heawd the rustling and you went to check it out, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Your mom was a little annoyed with me for deviating from the road and possibly getting myself in danger-”

“Like you always do.” Gus said “Her words, not mine, dada.” Bellamy rolled his eyes but lifted him up in his arms and grabbed the cup, finally taking them to the table where he carefully sat on the chair and adjusting Gus in his lap before handing him the cup.

“But when I moved the leaves away I saw a little wolf with his left back leg, trapped in a snare-” Ares, upon realizing this story was about him, came closer and curled up by Bellamy’s feet, still rather sleepy. “He was crying and seemed hurt. There was blood on his back and thigh. When I tried to help him, he almost bit me-”

“But why dada?”

“Because he was scared. He didn’t want to hurt me, he just wanted to protect himself.”

“He didn’t know you yet?”

“That’s right. So I took out my knife and cut the snare. He cried out and wanted to run away but couldn’t walk, so I carefully stroked his head and let him sniffle me until he let me pick him up. Your mom came to check him out later and we wrapped him up and took care of him. Then we brought him home and he stayed with us forever.” Bellamy leans over and runs his fingers through Ares’ head as he remembered that day-he had been so tiny but now he was all grown up, at the peak of his youthful life and strength. He had recovered from his wounds but sometimes when he got too tired from running or was feeling sleepy, he limped the same way Bellamy did. It was yet another mutual trait they got.

“By the time you came out of your mama’s belly, Ares had grown up, so he became the big wolf and you, the-”

“Little wolf!” Gus finished excited and almost spilled his milk from enthusiasm.

“That’s right, my boy.” Bellamy touched his nose and kissed his head again. “My brave little wolf.”

“I’m not brave, dada...” Gus said at that and sipped on his milk “I can’t sweep alone and I should...cause I’m a big boy.”

“No-” Bellamy shook his head “That’s not the reason why your mama and I want you to be in your own bed. You can grow but you’ll always be our little boy-” he tickled under his cheek and pulled him up to his face “We just want you to have your own space, your peace. You know your sister’s still too young, she cries a lot and wakes you up when you’re with us. You need your rest and good sleep so you can grow and be healthy, okay?” Gus nodded and pressed his cheek against his dad’s chest “I know it’s hard and a lot has happened in the past few months with Cassie coming in our lives.” Gus shrugged “It probably makes you feel left out.”

“Not left out...just...different.” Gus says “It’s hard to expwain.”

“Try.” Bellamy begged by taking his little foot in his hand and rubbing it softly. The kid was getting sleepy again, he could tell by the way his eyelids were drooping, but he wasn’t there yet.

“I...don’t want you to get angwy, dada.” he said and peaked up at him briefly.

That made Bellamy wince a little, hating himself for making his kid think that he could ever get mad at him for something like this.

“Gus...listen to me, son. I never would get angry about the way you feel, okay?” Gus nodded but he wasn’t too sure so Bellamy kept rubbing his back softly “Talk to me, little wolf. Please.” Gus sighed but picked up his dad’s hand that was thrown over his middle and played with his fingers like he did when he was a baby.

“I just miss when mama you and I would go on walks on Sunday...I miss pwaying with the leaves in the backyard...and swinging. I love being with you, dada but I want us all together...mama, you, Cassie and I.”

Bellamy swallowed hard at that-it’s been through that lately they haven’t had time for their typical family Sunday days when they’d wake up early, make pancakes with Gus, play in the backyard or go on a walk in a field near camp. It’s just been too hard and on his days off, Clarke had gone to work while he stayed with the kids, so she could catch up on her stuff too.

“I know, son. I miss them too.”

“Reawwy?” Bellamy nodded.

“Your mom and I will make sure we have more Sundays like this again, okay? It’s just been a little more stressful lately with the winter coming and all the clans mama and I have to go see.”

“Is that why you work mow?” Bellamy swallowed hard again but nodded.

“Yes. There’s a lot to be done but mom and dad are trying hard, okay? And we appreciate how patient you’ve been with us.” he strokes his head again “We know it hasn’t been easy for you but you make us both very proud.”

“I do?”

“All the time, son.” Bellamy promised and kissed his forehead softly, watching as he got more drowsy “Now it’s time for bed, okay?” Gus whimpered a little and watched as his dad took away his now empty milk cup.

“But dada-”

“I’ll come with you and stay until you fall, okay?” Gus nodded and let his dad pick him up in his arms “You can do this, little wolf, I know you can. Come on, Ares will come with us too, right big wolf?” Ares immideately jumped on his feet, ready to be at service and followed the boys back to Gus’ room.

Gus trembled a little in his arms but calmed down when Bellamy put him down and moved up to his tiny bed that he had made himself last spring.

Ares curled up right under after licking Gus’ fingers, making sure the kid was fine.

“What was your nightmare about?” Bellamy asked when he tucked him in and swallowed down a groan from feeling his knee protest at the uncomfortable position he was in again.

“I was out at the market in Polis and couldn’t find you or mama.” Bellamy gripped his hand hard again and closed his eyes.

This had been a repeating dream of Gus’ ever since he truly did get lost last year once they visited Polis together.

It was a sunny warm day and Gus had been excited to go to the capital for the first time. Clarke was a little off because they had just found out she was pregnant with Cassie and was a little drowsy from the horseride there. She kept her hand on her little bump and her face was so pale that Bellamy had to put his hand on her waist and guide her through the place so she wouldn’t pass out.

Kane and her mom had been with them and when Gus asked to go see the fire players Kane had taken him only to come running back ten minutes later, saying he lost Gus.

Bellamy got so scared, he thought he’d have a heart attack. He yelled at Kane even though it wasn’t his fault and both he and Clarke rushed in to try and find Gus.

They alerted the Polis guards but at the end it was Indra who had found Gus perked up on a nearby tree by the horse stables. He was trembling and scared, couldn’t stop crying and refused to let go of them for days after.

When they asked him why he went there he said there were so many people that he knew he had to get somewhere high so he could find them and that he chose the stables cause Hermy was there and he’d keep him safe.

Bellamy spent countless of nights awake after this. He simply couldn’t fall asleep knowing how stupid they had been to leave the kid out of their sight in such a crowded place. Clarke had taken it better even if she was shaken up too but she kept coming to him, finding him on the back porch, smoking his pipe and staring into their back yard garden.

“You can’t keep blaming yourself.” she had said one night “You also have to accept that sometimes bad things will happen to our kids and there won’t be much you can do.” Bellamy sighed, knowing she was right but refusing to accept it. It was really hard for him to watch Gus get hurt or sick. He constantly worried about Clarke and him and took it as his personal mission to try and be there for them, protect them or take away their pain.

Something that he ultimately almost always failed at.

“We’re here, kiddo.” Bellamy promised “And we’re not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Gus.” the kid nodded and his limbs got a little limp in his dad’s arms “Can you check...for monsters...in the closet, dada?” Bellamy smilled and kissed his head. “I think I heard some noise.”

“Of course I can.” he promised and got up to limp to his little wardrobe that had all his clothes, opening it up and pretending to be kicking something out of it, making Gus giggle from under the blankets. “Anywhere else, kiddo?”

“Undew the bed, dada.” Bellamy’s leg screamed when he kneeled down and creaked so hard again that even Ares heard it and looked at his master confused.

“It’s all clear, kiddo.” Bellamy promised and curled up with his son again until he dozed off “I love you, little wolf.”

“Love you too...da-da” he whispered back right before he fell asleep. Bellamy stayed there for a while, making sure that the boy was in deep sleep now before getting up and patting Ares’ head saying:

“You keep my boy safe, okay, Ares?” to which the dog replied with a good messy lick of his fingers.

Bellamy slowly trotted back to the bedroom and found Clarke still in the same position she was before-curled up on herself.

It made him smile how much she looked like Gus when she was like this and argued in his head with her notion that their son was a spitting image of him. He checked Cassie’s crib, finding the baby asleep as usually on her stomach and stroked her head a little before kneeling down to kiss her cheek.

Then he gently snuck in bed with her and placed his hand on Clarke's waist, gently pulling her closer again, hoping not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

Except it seemed he already had because she groaned in his arms and wrapped her own hand around his waist,

“Where were you?” he smilled.

She always knew when he left the bed.

“Gus needed me.”

“Couldn’t sleep again?” she opened her eyes and looked at him worriedly.

He cupped her cheek, thinking how much he loved her when she was so drowsy and sleepy, so adorably cute and beautiful.

“He’s okay now, though. We had a good talk.” he kissed her forehead as a way to calm her down, knowing how much she worried about Gus too.

“You did, huh?” Bellamy hummed and let her bury his head in the crook of her neck.

She threw her leg over his ass and pressed her full breasts to his rock hard chest. He moaned a little when he felt her there, holding her up fully wrapped around his body now and looked at her sheepishly.

“Clarke-” he let out desperately and she smilled when she moved up to kiss his lips.

They haven’t really had the time to be with each other much lately and whenever they fucked it wasn’t even in their bed-they would find ten minutes in her office or in the medbay storage or even on the backporch while Gus and Cassie were still asleep inside but they hadn’t really had any time to indulge in this.

He knew Clarke eyed him a lot when he came home from work and he took off his shirt to take a shower.

Her eyes lingered on his torso and fell to his crotch with desperate want. She had also noticed how he’d lick his lips and stare at her lovingly whenever she fed Cassie and her full breasts came out of their confinment which was one of his old plaid shirts.

The best they could do sometimes at night is for him to get his fingers in her on the living room couch and get her off while Gus was brushing his teeth or for him to stroke himself lazily in the middle of the night when she woke up to feed Cassie and rocked herself on the chair he made for her.

But it’s been a while since a proper middle-of-the-night bed fuck and it felt like this would be a good time for it.

Clarke snuck her hands under his shirt and let them roam over his back while pushing her crotch to his boxers.

His dick immideately reacted and he groaned when his fingers found the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them all the while he kissed her senseless and once he found her right breast and cupped it softly, she arched her back and moaned loudly in his mouth.

“Holy shit, princess.” he whispered when they pulled away breathless and his eyes fell down to her breasts “You look so stunning.”

“No, I don’t.” she huffed like he was saying the silliest thing in the world.

“Yes, you do.” he knew she had been insecure ever since giving birth to Gus.

She had gained some weight, then lost a lot really fast. It got so bad, she started passing out from not eating and hid it from him. One of those times it happened in the middle of the night when she got up to grab some water. He woke up from her body hitting the floor and immideately rushed her to her mom. They had a talk about it and she shared all her thoughts with him.

He held her in his arms and told her she was beautiful, promising to wake her up with this every morning until she believed it.

He still did that, even now, four years later. Without a fail that was the first thing he said to her when they both woke up. If she was away, he'd radio it. If he had to be up earlier, he wrote it on a note and left it by her pillow, so it'd be the first thing she saw.

It got better over time but he noticed she still had moments of relapse, usually early in the winter or when spring came. He’d see she barely ate and casually filled her plate with food and followed her around with a bottle of water when she was working too hard.

When she felt it was getting worse, she went to her mom on her own and they worked it through together but she had been mostly well in the past year.

Being pregnant with Cassie helped her overcome some of that even when he thought it may bring back the old demons. It hadn’t.

Clarke had been proud of gaining a little weight the more her belly grew but he had still caught her staring at the mirror lately and rubbing her tummy that albeit mostly flat, still had the cute curves that her body always did.

Her thights were heavier, fuller and so was her ass but he absolutely loved it all.

He tried hard to remind her of it.

He rolled her on her back and looked down at her, stroking her head as he smiled down at her and spread her legs with his other free hand. She gasped and moved up on the pillow the moment she arched her back.

He smiled and unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, pushing it aside and revealing her beautiful chest. She moved up and helped him take it off while he simply marvelled at her.

“I love it when you look at me like this.” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“As if you see me naked for the first time ever.” he smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“That’s because every time I do, there’s something new about you. It’s familiar and unknown at the same time and I want to kiss every spot I haven’t, touch every place I didn’t before...love you in the best way I can.” he explained as he sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder and dragged his hand over her chest, stopped at her tummy and softly rubbed it there.

“I don’t think you realize how amazing you are. Carrying both our children in you...being the most badass mother there is while running this camp...”

“I don’t do it all alone.” she buried her fingers in his curls and lift her legs up, locking them on his back “I got you too.” he huffed and shook his head like it was nothing but felt his dick grow harder and she moved up and down again on him a little, desperate for friction.

He grabbed the hem of her panties and gently lifted her up as he slid them down her legs and watched her kick them out of the bed.

He giggled like Gus did sometimes and Clarke found her heart filling with love for her beautiful man.

She pulled at his boxers too and felt the excitement of having him in her so soon yet again as if it was the first time they were doing it.

He let her hands roam over his ass like he knew she liked to do and paid attention to her breasts in the meantime, sucking off her nipples and feeling some of her milk come out.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I’m quite full anyway.” she promised “Plus, it’s kind of sexy.” he blushed again and followed her eyes as they fell down to his hard dick that was now away from its confinments.

Her hands slipped to take his dick and he gasped the moment she wrapped her fingers around him, closing his eyes and grunting at his inability to prevent himself from pushing in her hand a little. She smiled too and stroked him a few times while he spread her legs wider and allowed her to guide him in.

Coming into her felt new every time. She was so good and warm, like coming home after a long day of work.

He stilled inside her for a bit and allowed them to have this minute in which they both gasped in each other’s faces and tried to catch their breaths.

“Fucking...awesome...every time.” he whispered and she laughed out while his hands moved to his shoulders and he adjusted her hips up on his back.

“I feel like you get bigger with the years.” she whispered and he blushed.

“I doubt that’s anatomically proven, princess.” he laughs as he pulls away and then comes back in with a rather sharp jolt. She gasps and he covers her mouth with his big hand “Shh, we don’t want to wake Cassie up.”

Clarke opens her eyes widely and stares up at him. He expects her to mumble something but instead he feels her tongue against his fingers and that makes him hiss.

God, his princess was kinky.

When he tried to move his hand away she stopped him and put it right back there, showing him she loved this while urging him to keep fucking her by digging her heels in his butt.

He moved in and out really fast at first, almost pounding into her, pushing her back to the wooden bedboard and removing all pillows away, throwing them on the floor. She had a really hard time keeping her gasps quiet but his hand helped and then...he slowed down because he realized they weren’t really in a rush.

Clarke took his middle finger into her mouth and sucked on him while he softly pushed in and out of her. She came calling his name then for the first time and he beamed when he saw her so happy.

When he tried to pull away, though, she wouldn’t let him. Instead she rolled them over and rode him, coming for the second time just minutes after.

He was gasping at the sight of her and when he was on the verge of his own orgasm, she rolled off of him after being on top and surprisingly fell on her left side and pushed her back and beautiful round butt into him.

“Princess?”

“Fuck me sideways.” she said and he almost came at the words alone.

“Clarke...are you sure, you came already.”

“But you haven’t and I know why.” she scolded as she looked up over his shoulder “You don’t think you deserve to. You’re so silly.”

“Clarke-” she huffed as if annoyed with him and reached her hand out, taking his dick in her fingers and tugging it a little. He gasped so loudly they both heard Cassie move in her crib and Clarke gave him another serious look.

They remained quiet for a minute, just to make sure Cassie wasn’t waking up and Bellamy couldn’t stop staring at his dick in Clarke’s hand as awful as that must’ve sounded.

“If you wake up the baby before you’ve come, I’m going to kill you.” he chuckled and carefully moved over to her, spreading her legs again and using his fingers to touch her first.

It was incredible how wet she still was despite coming twice already. He kissed her shoulder as he gently pushed into her and felt her body relax into his embrace.

“You’re right, you know?” he whispered into her ear as he started moving in and out of her again “I don’t deserve you.”

She took his hand and moved it from her stomach to her breast, asking him to cup her there again. She didn’t say anything back which he thought was a good sign that she for once agreed with him and when he finally came inside of her, feeling his cum fill her whole and almost coming again at the image of it, he gasped out and then carefully slipped out of her.

She moaned loudly too and let go of his hand which she had moved to her mouth to use as a way to silence herself, before rolling over and pressing herself to his side.

She threw her leg over his thigh and he felt her wetness spread over the skin there which almost made him hard again.

He was surprised when she cupped his cheek and turned his head to her.

“You know how every morning you tell me I’m beautiful, right?” he nodded and kissed the crease between her forehead. “It means the world to me even when I can’t show it or say anything back or even believe it. It’s the same thing as you massaging my head after a long day or putting a glass of water for me after I feed Cassie because you know I get thristy or kissing my forehead before you leave for work.” he smiles at that and stares into her deep blue eyes “It’s your heart, Bellamy.” her fingers slip to his chest and he swallows hard at that, feeling his eyes fill with tears “It’s so big.”

“Clarke-”

“It is and it scares me sometimes but it also gets me angry. I don’t want you to ever think you don’t deserve having me or Gus and Cassie in your life because you do and we’re lucky to have you and I’ll never get tired of saying it the same way you never get tired of telling me how beautiful I am, okay?”

He smiles and picks up her left hand, threading his fingers over her knuckles and taking out her ring finger on the side of which they both had small tattoos they did when they got married by the river a little before Gus was born.

Hers was a crescent moon with tiny stars. His was the sun above tiny ocean waves.

He kissed her moon and pulled her close.

“I love you, Clarke Griffin.” she found his hand and kissed the sun too as she snuggled further into his chest.

“I love you too, Bellamy Blake.”

They fell asleep and when half an hour later they were waken up by Cassie who was wailing like she had never been fed in her life, Bellamy watched Clarke get up and pick their daughter up as she came back to bed and nursed her gently.

He rest his head over her stomach and looked at her, thinking how he’s the happiest person in the universe or any other that could exist out there.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fanfic #bellarkeedit #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #clarkegriffinedit #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #fluff #dad!bellamy #smut #my writing

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The Ethan and Lilian Chronicles

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: Alex Blake brings her son to Mommy and Me class every week. It's an uneventful way to spent a few hours. At least, it is until the day Emily Prentiss and her inconsolable toddler daughter arrive...

Word Count: 1781

"Ethan, what colour is this block?" Alex asked her son, handing him the wooden toy.

"Boo!" he exclaimed, taking the block in his chubby fist and setting it on top of his pile.

"God job, Buddy," she murmured. "How about this one?"

He made a grabbing motion as he reached for the next block she held up. "G'een!"

She passed him the block with a tender smile. "You're so smart, Baby." She tousled his soft baby hair, brushing it away from his face. "I'm so proud of you."

Ethan smiled up at his mother with adoration in his eyes and a playful toothy grin in that way that made Alex want to keep him exactly like this – this perfect, loving, adorable little toddler – forever. She knew, though – perhaps better than most – that these moments wouldn't last. And, just as she was having that thought, the Mommy and Me class, in all its chaotic glory, was disrupted by even more chaos.

Because, in that moment, a young woman entered the room, a crying baby in her arms. Both mother and child looked rather distraught and Alex's heart immediately went out to the young woman, remembering what that stage (the moments that she'd wished would end immediately) felt like.

"Noisy," Ethan declared firmly, brown eyes tracking the movement as the woman frantically paced with her baby.

Alex nodded her agreement, eyes never leaving the young woman. After a few moments, during which no one moved to help her, Alex said to Ethan, "You stay here and play, okay? Mommy is going to go help the crying baby."

Ethan made neither move nor speech to protest, content that so long as she was in sight, she wasn't about to leave him.

As Alex got closer, she could clearly see the tears building in the young woman's eyes, in spite of her struggle to keep them from falling. "Everything alright?" she asked softly, offering a reassuring smile and a gentle hand on her upper arm to stop the pacing and frenzied bouncing.

"She's been crying all day and nothing I do will make her stop!" she wailed, words catching on the lump in her throat. She let out a shaky breath. "I'm a terrible mother...

"No, you're not," Alex calmly insisted. "Sometimes, babies just cry." She extended her arms to take the baby. "May I?" she offered.

The young woman handed the baby over almost eagerly. "I don't know what's wrong with her..." she admitted tearfully.

"How old?" Alex asked, bouncing the baby in her arms in a less frenetic, more soothing manner.

"Ten months."

Smoothing the baby's hair away from her tear-stained face, Alex quietly cooed, "Hello, pretty girl. Why all the fussing?" She used her thumb to push the baby's bottom lip down to inspect her gums. "I think I see a little tooth coming in... Is that why you're grumpy?"

"How do you know?" the young woman asked, brows leaping up her forehead in alarm. "I didn't notice a tooth when I tried feeding her, but she would barely hold still long enough to nurse, let alone eat anything solid."

"See the rash around her mouth and the way she's rubbing her ear?"

"I didn't even notice..." she whispered guiltily, gaze suddenly downcast.

Alex smiled reassuringly. "They're subtle signs. The tooth probably just erupted." She watched the mother's bottom lip wobble with the threat of tears. "It's okay," she assured her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. "We all have these days."

"Sorry... I'm... I shouldn't..." She stammered, then suddenly took several steps backwards, distancing herself as she realized she'd been sobbing into a stranger's shoulder. She cleared her throat. "I'm Emily, by the way."

"Alex," she introduced herself. With a nod over her shoulder, she offered, "I've got some teething biscuits in my diaper bag she can have, if that's alright? That should help until you can get some teething gel or an ice cube she can gum."

The two women settled on the floor next to Ethan who had since demolished his tower in his boredom, now that his mother was no longer quizzing him on the colours. "Mama?" he asked curiously as he eyed the strange baby bogarting his mother's lap.

She offered both children a teething biscuit. (Ethan proceeded to cram the entire thing in his mouth, in spite of his mother's reminders to take small bites.) "Ethan, this is..." Alex started to introduce before realizing she hadn't gotten the baby's name.

"Lilian," Emily supplied with a nervous little smile. "Thank you, by the way. For the help. I just felt so lost."

"We've all been there. It's part of being a mom," Alex insisted. "I don't think I slept for three days when Ethan went through his period of purple crying. It felt like he was punishing me for something, only I didn't know what it was, but I would've done anything at all to make it right if he'd just be quiet for five minutes."

Emily gave a shaky laugh that was more than a little miserable. "How did you know what to do?" she asked, eager for any insight into the blindingly confusing experience that was motherhood.

"Trial and error, honestly," Alex said with a shrug, knowing it wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "You'll figure it out too."

"Well, you've got more faith in my parenting abilities than my mother does," Emily remarked dryly, more to herself than to her newfound friend. She'd said it aloud before she had the time to consider whether that might be more information than was entirely necessary, given the newness of this friendship, if it could be considered such. But then again, she tended to make a habit of awkwardly oversharing...

Alex didn't really know how to respond do that or even if she was meant to, so she stayed silent, which was probably for the best. Instead, she occupied herself with wiping a stream of drool off Lilian's chin with the burp cloth she had slung over her shoulder for just that very purpose.

Seeming to sense the sudden awkwardness, Emily plastered on a smile she didn't truly feel and shook off the discomfort. "How old is your kiddo?" she asked, watching Ethan's determined focus as he attempted to shove the blocks into the various shaped holes they were meant to fit through.

"He just turned two," Alex said, smiling fondly at her son and offering gentle assistance as he held up a star shape in question.

Emily winced. "Are they as terrible as everyone says?"

Alex laughed. "No. Not yet anyway... But maybe he's planning to save it for the 'threenager' stage."

"Threenager?" Emily repeated, alarmed. "When does it end?"

"I'm guessing eighteen," Alex said with a shrug. "Or possibly never." Seeing the expression on her face, she offered then, "But it does get easier. Or perhaps you just get more confident in your abilities and more knowledgeable about your child. A little of both, I think."

"That's good," Emily said on a sigh, nodding slowly, thoughtfully. "Because right now, it's hard. I guess that's why everyone says to wait until you're finished college to do it..."

"From what I can see, your daughter seems healthy and happy, so I'd say you're doing quite well, no matter your age."

Emily gave a snort of what might've been laughter. "Well, you should see my grades," she deadpanned.

Alex grinned wryly. "Well, given the academic records of some of my students without children, I'd say you're not alone..."

Blinking a few times in stunned silence, Emily stammered, "You're... You're a professor?"

She nodded. "Linguistics at Georgetown," she said.

Emily suddenly blushed furiously. "That's... That's the program I was hoping to get into next year," she mumbled. "Although, now that you've seen what a wreck I am..." She trailed off, shrugging sheepishly.

"You're not a wreck," Alex promised. "And I'm sure that with a little tutoring, your grades would be more than acceptable." Before Emily had a chance to say anything in response, the assembled group of moms and tots began to tidy up for the night. Glancing back at her, still seeming so helpless and dejected, Alex offered, "Would you like to grab a coffee? Ethan doesn't fall asleep until nine, so I've got a few hours to kill..."

"Won't your husband miss you?" Emily asked.

Briefly, her face fell. "That's a long story..."

Nodding her understanding, Emily suggested, "I guess we'd best get some coffee while you tell it, then." A beat. "I mean, if you want to... Obviously you don't have to share with someone you just met, but if you'd like, I'm all ears..." she rambled.

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"...after Ethan's diagnosis, he tried for a few months, but he just couldn't handle it and I knew that sooner or later he'd leave. I wasn't surprised when I arrived home to find his bags packed." She shrugged, sighed quietly. "I have to believe that we're better off without him, if he could just leave so easily."

Emily's eyes were soft and sad at hearing the story. "That can't have been easy."

"You're doing it on your own as well," Alex pointed out, offering her a compassionate smile.

"Yeah, well, I mean...I knew that was going to be the case going into it," she admitted. "Everyone told me not to keep her, that doing it alone was going to be impossible. But she was everything I've ever wanted, right from the start, you know?"

She nodded. She did know.

"I'm glad I have her, but sometimes there's this tiny little part of me that misses what life was like before she was here," Emily admitted quietly, cheeks aflame with guilt.

"I think that's normal," Alex reassured. "I've felt that way before. It's okay to have an identity outside of motherhood, no matter what society seems to want us to think. It's okay to want to be more."

Emily gave a small humourless laugh, but said nothing.

"What's your more?" Alex asked softly.

A beat.

"I want to be a speech therapist," she admitted in a mumble as if it were somehow an embarrassing confession. "I want to help children with traumatic brain injuries. I want to help them be understood by a world that's confusing enough as it is. I want to be kind and strong and independent and I want to teach my daughter to be all those things too. I want to find happiness and maybe, eventually, love. I want to be at peace."

Another beat, during which, Alex's eyes sparkled with fondness for this young woman who had so much more power than she even realized. "I can help you with that," she whispered.

#Criminal Minds #fanfiction #Alex Blake #emily prentiss #alex blake/emily prentiss #mine

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99liners · 3 years

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opus kaiho, drabble number 1 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: detective!jeon jeongguk x trophy!wife reader

extra characters: dr!kim taehyung and tanaz (enouement)

genre: angst, hurt, yandere, smut, marriage!au, age-gap!au (7 years).

words: 4.116. (lol, it is supposed to be a “drabble”)

warnings: dark themes, yandere behaviour, threats, stalking, major invasion of privacy, gguk is angry and messed up in the head about the transgression, mentions of alcohol, mentions of hypothermia, dubious-consent, rough blow-job, mean and cruel jeongguk, hard dom!jeongguk, emotional blackmail and manipulation, reader gets slapped, way too much manhandling, unprotected sex (bls observe safe sex practices), breath play, orgasms (m), creampie, breeding kink if you squint.

request: Anonymous asked: i read about the escape ask about kaiho, can you formulate a scene on what happened after aeira got home, i don’t know why i am curious. i mean i imagine everything but i really want an official confirmation from you 😅😅😅

original one-shot: kaiho

part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series

jeongguk halted his SUV outside a mansion in the middle of gwanak-gu. if anything, jeon jeongguk absolutely despises rich, entitlement, snobbish people. he did not bother with parallel parking and left the vehicle abruptly in the middle of the porch. the slam of his car door was louder than jeongguk intended but he hardly cares at the moment. with steady and grounded steps, he rushed towards the front door, the metal of his gun clutched tightly between his fingers. if he could, he would probably punch through the doorbell but decided against it and rang the bell a few too many times.

the door opened shortly, “wow. are you crazy or what?”

jeongguk chuckled at the response, his swift fingers removing the safety from the gun and pointing it at the man stood in front of him, “i am going to ask you one more time; where the fuck is my wife?”

“like i said over the phone, i don’t fucking know. maybe she left you with someone else, for good.”

“don’t test me, kim. you won’t like it when your body will be riddled with bullets,” jeongguk replied, his nostrils flaring from the way he is seething at the thorny jabs.

kim taehyung rolled his eyes, “yeah, i am not buying that. your smith and wesson M60 revolver is a pretty little thing but it is a government mandated weapon. you are not going to fire that, not when you do not have any cause to shoot.”

“oh, don’t worry about that. i can kill you right here, right inside your precious home and then have your body disappear like you never existed. so, again, where is my wife?!” jeongguk raised his voice this time.

before taehyung could reply, another figure intercepted the pair of arguing males.

“jeongguk-ssi, what are you doing here? why are you pointing a gun at my husband?” tanaz appeared from behind to check who it was at the door and on noticing the taut environment, she speed-walked to where both the males were stood.

“you —” jeongguk lowered his gun and turned to tanaz, “where is y/n? i seriously don’t give a fuck if you helped her run, i just want her back. so just tell me where she is?”

“what do you mean where is y/n?” tanaz asked visibly confused.

“oh, so you are now going to play dumb. great. you know what, i will play along. so what happened is, my wife, my dear lamb of a wife decided to grow a pair of legs and ran away along with my six month old toddler.”

tanaz just stared at him with wide eyes as jeongguk informed her that you have, indeed, run away. the heated environment fell silent as jeongguk just stared at the woman in front of him. after conducting innumerable confession interviews, jeongguk knew that tanaz was oblivious to the whole thing, her eyes were too honest to be aware of such a conspiracy. the grip on his gun softened as he slowly retracted it and tucked it at his back.

“now, you believe us?” taehyung scoffed, “anyways, please leave.”

jeongguk sighed, still addressing tanaz, completely ignoring taehyung, “do you know anyone else, maybe another friend of yours who might know anything about her whereabouts?”

tanaz shook her head a no, “not really. she is not close with anyone else other than me and aria eonnie.”

“yeah, i asked. they don’t know. if y/n contacts you, you call me, at once. your distasteful husband has my number.”

“hey, that’s enough. cut it, jeon. i want you and the monstrosity of that car of yours out of my porch.”

jeongguk did not spare a glance towards taehyung and turned on his heels.

“yo-you won’t hurt her, right?” tanaz could not help but ask, her heart sinking to the bottom imagining the consequences that would soon follow her friend’s actions.

jeongguk stopped in his tracks but did not bother to turn around, “that depends on your friend. if she is back by my side with my son before nightfall, life won’t be that hard for her,” he replied before walking away. shortly, the couple also went inside their house after the intruder left.

no sooner had tanaz closed the main door behind her, than she rushed to her bedroom to access her phone.

tanz <3: listen

tanz <3: idk where tf you are

tanz <3: or why now of all times you chose to run from that bastard

tanz <3: but you need to run as far as any human possibly can

tanz <3: that asshole is out for blood

taehyung who walked in the room to grab his phone, noticed his wife typing frantically on her phone. worry flashing like headlights on her soft features. he stood in front of her with a quirked eyebrow, “don’t tell me you are involved in this.”

“huh? what?” tanaz locked her phone after exiting the messaging app in a bolt and kept away her phone. she meant to walk away but taehyung barred her passage.

“don’t play ignorant. you are not involved in this bullshit, right? or are you planning to run, as well?”

tanaz snickered as taehyung resembled a lion who just got his pride wounded, “what makes you think i might run away, too? or did you come upon the realization that you treat me like absolute shit.”

“oh, spare me the lecture. i don’t want to deal with that crazy asshole again so you better not be involved in this. also, you know better than to run away,” taehyung brought his hand to her face and tapped her cheek patronisingly with every word, “you are a sweet little wife.”

tanaz went to push away his hand but was silenced by his words that followed next.

“besides, no one needs to know that you killed a baby, i wonder how much your family name will be dragged through the mud when it becomes public news. so go ahead, run.”

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strapped in the driver seat, halted at the driveway overlooking the kim mansion, a mirthless smile appeared on jeongguk’s face as the messages from tanaz’s cell phone delivered to the unknown number appearing before his tablet screen. as the wife of a detective, you knew a thing or two. you had cleverly discarded your phone at your house itself so he would not be able to locate you or even have an idea in which direction you might have gone. however, as the detective himself, he knows a thing or two more than you.

you are with a six month old baby after all, you would not risk falling in trouble and having no one to turn to, hence, you must have gotten your hands on a new cell phone and subsequently a new phone number, as well. he had already been tracking tanaz’s number the moment it all became apparent to him, but there was not much traffic going on. so, all he needed was a catalyst; a stimulant to scare tanaz enough to make her run to call or text you at the earliest. and text you she did.

jeongguk brought out his phone and relayed the unknown number to the organized crimes’ telephone operator. after the operator informed jeongguk that the encryption has been intercepted, jeongguk started typing on his phone.

+82-0987654321: hey my baby

+82-0987654321: i came back home after the stakeout and found the house empty. first, i thought you had just gone for a walk or maybe even to visit your family but turns out you have gone off the radar. mhm, i wonder what that means. baby, you are forgetting what i do for a living, so how about you come back by your own by nightfall and all will be forgiven. you don’t want me on the chase cause if i start to track you down, baby, it will be a massacre. spare yourself the trouble and come back at once using your new grown legs before i come over there and break them myself :D

+82-0987654321: give my love to kento, daddy misses him :*

after the texts got delivered to the unknown number, jeongguk finally ignited the engine and drove back to his place. waiting in the dark, waiting for you to show up before acting on his promise. he is already tired as it is from staying up all night for the stakeout, he decided to replenish his energy before hunting for you first thing in the morning. he would truly enjoy the chase but a part of him knows you will be back yourself.

and he is not wrong. the moment the texts appeared on your new burner phone, it did not take you a second extra to recognize his work number. your blood ran cold as he had already tracked your number down within a few hours. tracking your location would not take more than few minutes now. kento, who was playing in your lap, froze in his ministrations and quietly stared at you as you started crying while reading the messages your husband had sent.

you already knew that he had frozen all your financial assets the moment he found out that you were missing but you held onto the hope that there still might be time till he catches up to you, time enough for you to leave the country but your actions have caught up. the consequences are knocking at the door, it is now your choice to take the easy or difficult road.

kento sneezed from the cold in the empty, deserted apartment and started crying, interrupting your thoughts.

“baby, what’s wrong?” you took off your cardigan and placed it over the blanket wrapped around your baby but the cold was way too intense for a six month old toddler to endure. he needed a comforter, a warm heater to maintain his body temperature. you had already wrapped him in a fortress of warm clothes, every last piece of warm clothing that you had brought was used to keep him warm but nothing was working. he kept sneezing, crying and refused to even feed owing to the cold stress.

you were able to calm him down the previous few times but at the moment he was inconsolable. you snuggled him, trying to rub some warmth to his body but he kept crying.

the decision which seemed difficult to take was becoming clearer and clearer as kento kept crying in your arms.

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jeongguk poured himself a glass of fine whiskey after taking a long shower. dressed in just a pair of grey sweatpants, he sat down on the couch, his feet propped on the coffee table as he took a sip of the dark poison. by the time he finished the glass and thought of pouring himself another drink, he heard a knock at the door. an amused smile made its way to his lips, he simply knew it was you. sauntering towards the entrance, he took his sweet time before answering the knock.

“took you long enough,” jeongguk spoke up when the door opened to reveal you standing on the other side, clutching kento close to your chest.

“please, just let me put down kento and we will have this conversation then,” you pleaded, trying to walk inside the house but he barred your passage, “he is cold, please!” you cried out, knowing all too well that he is blinded by anger at the moment.

jeongguk shrugged, crossing his tattooed arms over his bare chest, “not my fault. i did not take him out in this god-awful weather.”

you stood there shivering, your nose had turned red from the cold, your hands relentlessly trying to rub some warmth to kento’s back who was also shivering. tired and devoid of hope, all you could muster was mumbling out endless apologies.

“you can do better,” jeongguk replied, his eyes trained at the underbed of his nails, trying to scrape out any dust.

“i will do anything, please,” you tried to reason.

“i know you will, you have no other option,” your husband retaliated apathetically.

you knew very well that no amount of apologies would suffice but you could not waste more time to get kento some much needed warmth.

bending your knees, you kneeled down, your head bowed down completely to offer him a perfect ninety-degree bow of utmost respect. your hands holding kento protectively in your arms, making sure that not even his clothed body makes any contact with the cold floor. you quietly maintained your posture; your knees and lower body aching from the bend, your body shivering, waiting for jeongguk to provide you some leeway here. a few moments passed, the taut skin of your jeans-clad knees placed on the bricked pathway felt like it was going to crack open and ooze out fresh blood. jeongguk made no movement the entire time, his eyes boring holes on the top of your bowed down head.

a few more minutes passed before he finally let a sigh at your unbreakable resolve, “go, put him down. you know where to find me.”

your head turned up at the sound of his voice, and nodded up and down furiously before standing up, making a run for kento’s nursery.

you gently put him down in his crib, drawing all the curtains and turning the heater on. wrapping the comforter around him, you made sure no air would be able to pass through the sides. tired kento was quick to fall asleep in the warmth of his bed.

after making sure kento was comfortable, you walked out of the nursery, closing the door halfway through. without making any further delay, you made your way to the bedroom, where you knew your husband would be waiting for you, waiting to dish out whatever punishment he had in mind. subconsciously, you wanted to be punished for your actions because what exactly were you thinking? you put your baby boy in danger. kento was cold and could easily suffer from hypothermia given his tender age. you ran away in a plea to give him and yourself a better life but at what cost? you could not even do one thing correctly. you could not even keep your baby warm, let alone safe and healthy.

you walked inside the bedroom, your body moving on its own accord; on autopilot till you stood in front of the bed where your husband was sitting with his refilled glass of whiskey.

“is he alright?” he asked, taking a sip.

you nodded meekly, your eyes dare not make contact and trained at your feet.

“go on, get on your knees. you behave better that way,” jeongguk finished the rest of the liquor in one gulp and nonchalantly kept the glass away.

you lowered your aching body and got on your knees again, your hands placed carefully on your thighs, your gaze lowered.

“you know what to do, right?” he asked, a certain disdain in his voice.

you nodded, your shaky hands advancing towards the drawstrings of his sweatpants. you stood on your knees, unravelling the knot when his dominant hand took a hold of your chin. his grip was unforgiving.

“this is nowhere near being your actual punishment, keep that in mind.”

you nodded once more at the piece of information and he let go of your chin, allowing you to continue with your ministrations.

after the drawstrings came undone, you snaked your hand under his boxers to unveil his semi-hard length.

“what are you waiting for? get to work,” jeongguk sneered when you took a moment too long.

jumping at his tone, you started fisting his length between your nervous, sweaty palms. your tongue darted out to let kittenish licks on the tip before jeongguk’s hand came on the back of your head.

“you don’t learn till i have to handfeed it you, right?” he grunted, putting both his hands on either side of your cheeks to hold your lips apart like a pair of retractors, leaving your mouth open to its very limit. angling your head down to where his length was, he pushed your open mouth on his length, filling up the passage of your throat. you barely fought the urge to gag out loud, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to maintain your balance.

jeongguk fisted up your hair into one hand, tearing up some strands in the process from his brutish handling. with his free hand, he pinched down on your nose. resisting all your struggles with perfect ease, he continued to bob your head up and down on his length.

the nearer you got to breathlessness, the more saliva your mouth created, coating jeongguk’s length in it, making it easier for him to slip in and out of your mouth like a highly lubricated crevice. when he felt that you were close to your limit and would pass out if he did not let you breathe freely, he let go of the hold on your nose.

trying to inhale air, you made an attempt to pull his length out of your mouth but jeongguk held your head down, causing you to wheeze against the base of his length. in an attempt to draw in breaths, you accidentally snorted his pre-cum, burning your nasal cavity in the process.

just when you thought things could not get worse, kento’s soft cries crept up to your ears. your eyes snapped open and you tried to pull away again but jeongguk had a death grip on your head.

“he can wait, finish what you started.” jeongguk started thrusting up into your hot crevice till you could feel his cum raw on your tongue.

by the time he pulled out, you got to your feet intending to walk to kento but jeongguk had different plans. he stood up too and got a hold of your elbow, pushing you back towards the bed. his chest was to your back, tugging at the buttons of your shirt, popping them open one at a time. you held on to your slipping shirt and turned back to him, “jeongguk, give me five minutes please. let me put him back to sleep.”

jeongguk wordlessly discarded your shirt, your jeans soon followed suit as they lay on the floor unceremoniously.

“jeongguk please, he is crying, he has not eaten anything since a while,” you voiced your pleas, desperate to get away from his grip to soothe your wailing child in need.

jeongguk ripped off your panties in one jerking motion before rubbing the hot bulbous head of his length against your entrance.

“please, i won’t waste any moment more than needed. i will just feed him and come back,” you kept struggling, your head turned towards the doorway, yearning to be with your son.

“shut up,” jeongguk groaned in annoyance as he turned you around so, now you were facing him.

“jeongguk, please, you said you would let me go if i helped you release,” you reached out to touch his cheek but a tight, resounding slap on yours caused you to freeze all your movements.

“and now i want to fuck you. you have lost all the rights to make any pleas. not tonight y/n. don’t force my hand, i don’t want to hurt you.”

you whimpered from the stinging pain on your abused cheek causing jeongguk to grab your chin harshly again, adding salt to the wound.

“fucking look at me when i am talking to you,” he yelled, sending jolts to poor kento, too, who cried even louder at the roar.

you tried to move away again on hearing kento’s louder cries but jeongguk’s grip on your chin and waist was unwavering. it did not take much time for you to understand that you were just dragging this out longer than it needed to be. locking your eyes with him, you ceased all movement to escape his grip, handing over to him all control on your body.

“there. was that so hard, baby?” he cooed, lining up the tip of his length with your entrance before thrusting up. your entire body shuddered at the sudden penetration as it facilitated to take in his length.

“that’s it, baby. the cogs in your stupid little head are finally running.”

your exhausted hands made their way to his shoulders to provide support to your footing but jeongguk pushed your hands away.

“don’t even think of touching me,” he mentioned, thrusting up into you at a stable pace.

finding no solace, you lowered your hands on either side of your thighs and balled up the bedsheets between your fingers. your ass-cheeks barely holding onto the edge of the bed, on the verge of falling down.

jeongguk’s pace slowed down, his hand grabbing your neck this time, applying just the right amount of pressure to cut off your air supply again, “you are lucky,” he drawled out near your ear, licking a stripe up the skin behind the ear cartilage, “you are lucky my son still needs to be breastfed or i would have taken away your right to food and water from tomorrow onwards,” his hips snapped forward at full force. thrusting in one long stroke causing your eyes to roll back at the sheer intensity of it.

a hiccup reverberated within your chest as you struggled to breath, enduring his drawn out thrusts. closing your eyes, you tried to pace your breathing, unaware of when you would be allowed to take a full, unrestricted breath next.

jeongguk kept up with his torturous actions before bringing your body closer to his, your forehead connected to his upper chest as he thrusted up again with full force and then stilled inside.

“remind me again, to whom does this body belong to, baby?” your husband asked, letting your neck free.

you gasped for air, your upper body falling limp backwards on the mattress, your chest rising to its full capacity, clawing at any amount of air that it could fit inside.

“you,” you meant to answer in your normal voice but due to the lack of air thereof, it came out as a husky croak.

“louder,” jeongguk tch’ed, buried balls deep inside you.

“you, sir. my body belongs to you,” you spoke louder in your cracked voice, straining your throat even more in the process.

“that’s more like it,” he smiled from above you before resuming his thrusts, setting a punishing pace at that.

your fingers balled up the bedsheets again, your organs still recovering from the on and off interruption of air supply.

“fuck, you are getting so tight,” jeongguk leaned down, caging your upper body between his arms, letting his elbows on the mattress to use it as support for his hard and fast thrusts.

a string of mewlings left your lips from the insurmountable assault at your sensitive folds. the nearer he got to his orgasm, the more erratic his thrusts became, setting the headboard into a frenzy against the wall as it knocked against the solid surface synchronised with each thrust. the legs supporting the bed creaked louder, as if they were nearing their breaking point, as well.

your hands had balled up the sheets to the point where you could feel your own nails digging deeper and deeper into your flesh, threatening to cut inside if you keep up with channelling all your strength there.

“fuck, baby so so hot... tight,” jeongguk spoke out a semi-legible string of words between the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. the veins in his neck protruding out like an intricate pipeline system.

his pace quickened for the last couple of thrusts as he came out in long spurts inside of you. after he emptied his balls inside of you, jeongguk let a few soft thrusts, fucking his cum into you till his length grew soft.

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by the time jeongguk had pulled out, you scrambled to your feet. although, your legs were in no position to support your weight, you continued to throw on the discarded shirt from the floor and your husband’s boxers before limping out to kento’s nursery.

the adorable toddler’s cries had reduced to small whimpers as he sucked on his thumb.

“oh baby, i am so sorry,” you murmured, picking kento up in your arms, “mum is so sorry for being so late.”

you sat down on the carpeted floor, lying down kento in your lap to feed him. poor thing was running a fever as his small fists grabbed onto the fabric of your shirt, clutching on it.

“i am so sorry my love, it’s all my fault,” you kissed his head as he started to feed.

unbeknownst to you, jeongguk had followed you after wearing the pair of sweatpants and was standing at the door of the nursery; watching you care for his son.

your husband is aware that you are sorry, you clearly regret your actions. but you are not sorry enough, not enough to his liking, at least not yet.

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a/n:

i tagged the smut in this piece “dubious consent” as the reader did not have any issues with having sex with jeongguk, she just wanted to do it a few minutes later. for me [hence a personal opinion, correct me if i am wrong], non-con is when either of the parties expressly refuses to have any sort of sexual activity with the other party and clearly does not want to engage in any sexual activity under any circumstances. this is not to justify the actions of the fictional character portrayed in this piece hereinabove, but only explaining the reasoning of the author behind the trigger warning. if you have other thoughts regarding the dub-con / non-con conundrum [i feel like the line between the two is extremely thin], feel free to send any constructive criticism. [hate will not be tolerated.]

kento is a japanese name which means “cure for depression” / “happiness”. in a way, he is his mom’s happiness and hence the name. [also, partially inspired by nanami kento]

please refrain from requesting the same scenario or continuation. let us move on and look at other scenarios / ideas.

feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

- jaimie.

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Willow and Amity making up and becoming friends again. just the two either verbally, or nonverbally, putting the past behind them.

You bring this up & I am definitely writing it someday but I would also like to take this moment to direct your attention towards my main man Gus.

Once they mutually decide to try and put the past behind them & Amity starts to try and be a good person, they fall back into their old routine pretty easily, even with the added bonus of Luz. Granted, it’s not perfect. Amity has a fallback every now & again about showing off or being better and it doesn’t go well, but she always makes an effort to try and be better.

The whole wrench in the situation, however, is Gus.

Gus was friends with Willow for about three years at this point. He was there for a lot of Amity & her friends bullying, and heard a lot about Willow’s rants to him about how she and Amity used to be friends, and all her sorrow and anger at how she ditched her after all that.

And best friend Gus is supposed to believe that suddenly, after all the torment and tears, they were on better terms now because of one reveal in Willow’s head? Gus is a sweet kid, but he doesn’t forgive that easily.

There was a sort of interrogation period, where Gus was keeping an eye on Amity. He understood why she stopped being friends with Willow, but the bullying and blatant sneering were cruel. He had to deal with plenty of them, too.

Amity was on eggshells around him. She wanted Gus to like her, because, well, he was important to Luz and especially Willow. It was a bit of a difficultly tho, because he was 1. two years younger than her and 2. an absolute nerd. Amity was experienced with toddlers, but it would’ve been insulting to compare Gus to them. And there were no real ‘smart kids’ in her old group. Amelia (green-hair plant girl) was sort of a plant geek, but she barely talked about it. Gus was more of a nerd nerd.

So when Gus would bring up something he was interested in, Amity would have no way to relate to or understand it. She’d try to slide in something like “oh I heard about something kinda similar-” and give examples but then Gus would correct her and she’d be even more confused or feel insulted, even though Gus usually isn’t meaning to.

She figured she could try and relate to him about the illusion track, since both her older siblings were in it and she heard plenty about it from them. Gus (grudgingly) did show off some of his illusions, which straight-up impressed Amity. He was very good at realistic illusions, mainly of himself. Sure, Ed and Em were good themselves, but their illusions were more in the way of ‘so weird it distracts you’ sort of type, and they were also four years older than Gus. And that was finally something they could bond on. Amity was genuinely interested in his illusions and thought they were great. Which, considering she was considered one of the cool kids and the fact Gus is a babey boy, helped his ego quite a bit (lord knows he doesn’t need it but it’s nice).

Gus was and always will be obsessed with humans, and Amity was quick to hear from Luz how willing he was to study with her at ungodly hours. She respected his hard work and offered him spells to sprinkle into his drinks to help keep him awake. Gus was hesitant for a while but eventually caved after passing out on the floor for the fifth time in a month.

Amity also heard from Gus’s rants to Willow & Luz about the situation with Mattholomule, and since she knows the family since they’re decently well-off, she was 100% willing to kick his teeth in. Willow, being sensible, suggested that Amity probably shouldn’t since she has to be on the down-low, but Amity, of course, had to bring up the fact that her twins had taught her in the ways of trickery every now and again. Gus’s need for petty revenge outweighed his distrust and he readily agreed. It involved a lot of illusions, a few abominations, and a near run-in with Bump, but they got their revenge on the brat. Amity had never seen Gus so ecstatic while in her presence and she became just as happy as him.

Of course, they did eventually have a talk. It was after one of Amity’s accidental relapses that almost ended with all of them getting flung into the ocean, and she had been sulking on the couch bc Willow had left soon after & she felt really bad about it. Gus hated being straightforward about stuff like this but he figured it was necessary. Amity wasn’t having a good time either, but she did admit she truly wanted to be friends with Gus. He seemed like a good kid and, well, honest. Brutal honesty was something Amity wasn’t used to and she respected it, figuring she probably needed more of it in her life. Gus also admitted he did want to try and be friends with Amity. He told her how shook Willow had been when she recounted everything to him and that she seemed almost excited at the thought of being friends with Amity again, after some change, obviously. And Luz seemed to really like her, too. If she meant that much to his two best friends, he figured there must be something good about her.

It’s a long night after that, but at least the two had some closure with each other. Amity made it up to the others eventually, and her relapses slowly ceased to exist. With their departure came the intrusion Gus himself. Once he finally decided to give Amity a chance, he went all in. One simply cannot escape Gus once he’s latched onto you. Info-dumps, flags, minor tea he didn’t mean to spill because he didn’t realize it was tea, the whole Sha bam.

Which is overwhelming but also really cool for Amity?? Yeah Luz is also pretty excited about most things but that’s different. Luz talks about anything she finds interesting while Gus info-dumps on specific things, and has bits of knowledge in there he wants to share with her. Luz is seeking things to learn, Gus is giving back what he’s already knew.

Honestly, Willow is just glad they managed to get along. She didn’t need to deal with Amity’s crush and Gus’s interrogation.

#asks #the owl house #toh #four years au #gus porter #augustus porter #gus #willow park #willow #luz noceda #luz #amity blight #amity #info dumping

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supertweetycherry · 4 years

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TRAPPED || [Part 1 - The Past]

--Pairings: Jung Hoseok x Reader (You)

--Genre: Mafia au! Childhood Friends au! High school au! — Romance, Angst, Slight Fluff, Friends to Enemies.

--Ratings: Strictly Pg18

--Warnings: Slight Possessiveness, Slight Depression, Lot of Sadness, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Harassment and Mentions of School Bullying.

--Summary: Trapping a fish in a hook takes time. You have to wait for hours before the creature takes the bait. But once they are hooked, there is no un-doing it. Isn’t that what happened with you?

--Word Count: 6.2k

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Part 1 - The Past

To catch a fish, the fishermen had to set his trap from the beginning. He had to bait the fish, tempt her to take his sweet offerings and then wait for her to come to him. It’s a long process but he had to be very patient. What happens when that waiting period turns into hours? Will the fish ever take the bait?

For you, it started from the very beginning.

You first met him when you were a toddler. Your mother had placed you into the same sandbox as him. Apparently, you and your family were on a vacation in Jeju Island. Over there, your ever loving mother had found herself an invite to a Mom’s weekly play party. It was held in one of the resorts owned by the island.

Your mother being the party goer herself, instantly accepted the invitation. On that morning, she had woken up early and dressed you up in a pink frock and white sandals before making her way to the resort with you in her arms. Upon reaching there, the women had dropped you off by the play area for kids like you.

At that time, you barely had any sense of direction. Your 15-month-old toddler mind couldn’t filter what’s right and what’s wrong. Not to mention, you had a very strange habit of hugging anything or anyone that comes in your sight. So, when your mother had placed you, next to a crying chubby toddler and a group of giggling female toddlers, you had defied the laws of the society and went after the crying baby.

He had looked so cute to you that day, that you couldn’t help but stare at him for few minutes before making your move. Especially with his little beady eyes and small heart-shaped lips, you had no problem in stretching your arms out and engulfing the little elephant in your supposed hug as a way to sooth his cries. Initially, it didn’t work out but, as you continued to scoot closer to the boy, you had managed to catch his attention.

The little boy had looked at you like you had cooties. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to hug him. Your beaming smile was evident enough that you had no plans of leaving him alone, especially with his eyes puffy and red. You just wanted to shoo away all his worries. And maybe that’s why, you didn’t let go when he tried to shift away from you.

“Geee off... orff!” You remember giggling when he had made those jabs at you to leave him. But being a stubborn baby yourself, you refused to release the little elephant from your grip.

“Huggies.” You whispered the word, burying your head in his chest. It was one of the only few words you knew at that time.

And maybe that’s why, he eventually gave up and let you hug him out.

It was your little stubborn gesture that turned this meeting into a blooming start of your long friendship.

From that day on, as your mother received more and more invitations to ‘Moms Only’ clubs, you kept meeting the boy again and again. And like always, you wouldn’t let him go until he eventually grew fond of you.

“Gu Gu Ga Ga... Yu Yu Ga Ga.” Yeah, that was your toddler language when you couldn’t remember the big words.

Few weeks later, when it was time for your family to return back home in Seoul, you shared a tearful goodbye with the chubby boy. You had grown to care for him. His warming smiles, his shinning eyes, his soft soft skin... you had grown so fond of them.

You still didn’t know his name but, your mother had called him ‘Hopie’ once. Atleast that’s what you thought she said.

“Hopie... cess miss you.” You babbled at him as he hung tightly against your frame. He was a bit reluctant to let you go. After weeks of being together, the boy didn’t want you to be separated from him. Not even for a second.

And so, to calm him down, you had placed a little toddler kiss on his nose before slipping out of his slippery fingers. It was short and cute, but also satisfying.

Time passed, and you missed the toddler dearly. You missed his rare smiles, the occasion shinning glint in his brown beady eyes, and the little touches he made towards you.

And the hugs. Definitely the hugs.

You dearly hoped that you would meet him one day again.

Luckily, that day came when you started your pre-school. You found him in the same way again, sitting to the side and away from everyone else. His features were so recognisable that he stood out from all the normal ones. You had no trouble at all.

That aloof aura was still around him. He was still giving the bad vibes to anyone who came within ten feet of his vicinity. He still looked chubbier than ever, and you had no problem when you jumped at him from behind, latching onto his big back like a monkey.

“Hopie!”

The sound of your loud voice had startled him a bit, and you almost feared that he might drop you. But luckily, he had recognised the familiar vanilla scent wafting off you. And that was enough for the boy to pull you up in his arms and never let you go.

You had been so happy that day, that you ended up ignoring everyone else around you.

You paid attention to no-one except your long lost toddler friend. The two of you seemed so comfortable that most of the time, you were snuggled up against him, just enjoying the warmth from his big arms. Even when the day ended, you hadn’t left your Hopie’s hand. Not even when your father tried to bait you with an ice-cream.

As more days passed, the both of you became closer. You spent most of your time with him, alienating yourself from others just so you could make him feel comfortable. Its not like he hated everyone around him, its just no-one really looked past his chubby body. Every kid in their class would point him out for being ‘fat’ and it enraged you whenever they did.

So, to prevent any fights from happening, you only spent time with your soon-to-be best friend, Hopie.

“It’s Hoseok, Y/n. Not Hopie.” He whined for the tenth time that day as he pronounced his name with correct syllable and right sound.

“Ho-sook.” You tried. But he was nearly 15 months older than you, which means he had more experience. So, when you kept getting his name wrong, he eventually gave up and stayed as ‘Hopie’ for you.

That is until, you guys started your major schooling years and you finally got his name right.

As young teenagers, you both had matured a little. Your friendship has bloomed into an unbreakable bond. Not even the bias views from other kids around your age could deter you anymore.

“Why do you even hangout with him, Y/N? He’s so weird.” One of your elementary school friend mused when she saw you consistently bringing Hoseok into their ‘friends only’ conversations.

You had noticed a strange frown on her face.

“Because he’s my best friend.” You happily replied with a big smile before continuing to put gemstones into the friendship bracelet you had created for Hoseok.

“But I’m your best friend.” The girl had slightly hissed. “He’s just some fat weirdo with no friends.”

Her words had instantly pissed you off. You instantly gave her a heated glare before taking your pencil back from her slimy fingers.

“He’s not a fat weirdo. He’s just a cute chubby boy. And he’s a completely normal guy with a completely normal behaviour.” You retorted before gathering up your supplies. “And FYI, he does have a friend. He has me. I’m his best friend.”

And with that, you stalked off to a another table.

As the elementary schooling passed, you became more and more connected to Hoseok. He became the best friend that you never had. You both equally supported and protected each other.

Even at the high school age, you guys never felt ashamed to be hugging or seeking out each other’s touches.

You still considered him as your little elephant while he still considered you as his spoilt princess.

You both had promised to be with each other forever and to never let go.

He was special to you, because he was a ray of sunshine in your life. He brightened you up like a star.

You had grown so fond of him that when the time came... you fell hard for him.

Few years later, you reached your sophomore year and you had started to develop hard feelings for him. Every touch, every smile, every gesture that he made, became more and more prominent as your feelings heightened.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up at him in question. He had a gentle smile on his face. His shinning brown eyes were boring into your dark ones as if he was amused.

“It’s for you, princess.”

Your insides quickly warmed up with that little pet name of his. He had started using it just few months ago. It had taken you a moment, but you were able to push down that faint blush that was creeping up on your cheeks. Quickly raising the velvet box to your eye-level, you unwrapped the large ribbon on it and opened the box, to find something you hadn’t expected from him.

“Happy Birthday, Princess.”

You were stunned at the gift. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him and back at the box.

He had given you a pair of simple diamond stud earrings with blue exterior.

And they seemed fucking expensive.

“Do you like them?” He asked with a huge smile on his lips. He had somehow brought his face closer to you.

“I love them.” you whispered, feeling a little dizzy at the stare he was giving you.

“I’m glad you liked it. I had specially ordered them to be custom made for you.” You shyly smiled at him.

Hoseok has always showered you with gifts. Not because he was rich and wealthy, but because he wanted to. Atleast thats what he claimed. You just nodded and believed him every single time, because you knew he would never lie to you.

Usually his gift didn't affected you much, but these days, every one of his presents were becoming more and more important, and meaningful to you.

“May I?” He asked, holding up his fingers for permission.

You nodded and let him fix them in your ears.

“How do I look?”

“You look amazing as always.” This alone made you blush like hell. But you managed to cover it up behind your arm.

The next thing you know, he was hugging you from behind, just sniffing in on your vanilla scent. You let him.

It was a friendly gesture, right?

At the start of your Junior year, Hoseok has changed and morphed into one of the most handsome boys in your school. The sudden body weight drop was so quick that you had failed to recognize him when he came back from his summer holidays that year.

He had to physically twirl you around in his strong arms to make you realize who he was.

Apparently, during that summer, you had stayed behind to work on your extra curriculum activities while your best friend had went out for a family vacation.

It was the only vacation where he didn’t invite you in for. And the only vacation he hadn’t bothered to explain. Whatever happened during that time, it has changed him. His height has increased, his shoulders had broaden, and his features have became more sharp.

There was a new sense of style in him. He seemed more relaxed, lean and on the edge all at the same time. There were also a stack of mini muscles that he has gained. You had felt them when he had hugged you on the day of his return. You also noticed the roughness of his hands and the strong hold he now possessed.

It all seemed so strange to you. But you didn’t question it.

Instead, you used that time to focus on your feelings. They had increased in volume so much that it became hard for you to tune them out. Sooner or later, you came in terms with them. But you refused to say it out loud to anyone. Your rich family of lawyers and policemen didn’t approve of Hoseok anymore. They rejected the boy two years ago when they met his parents. They had labeled him as dangerous and immature, and had concluded that your best friend was unfit to be around you.

He was a bad influence.

And maybe he was. After all, you were ready to defy all your family’s rules for him. Your bond with him was so close that you couldn’t leave him even if you wanted to. You had given him your full trust.

And maybe, that was your first mistake.

That boy didn't deserve your trust. At all.

Things took a turn when the school year started. See, unlike previous years, Hoseok has risen up the social ladder while you had been toppled off due to your intimate friendship with your handsome best friend.

Everyone envied the bond between you two. The girls could not see their chance of grabbing Hoseok slip away to a nerd, while the boys couldn’t wait to bang the said nerd.

It was a sticky situation for you. The teasing in the halls and the leg trips here and there, has increased for you.

You became so depressed and lonely during that time, not even the three chipmunks could cheer your mood up. The three young boys who had been with Hoseok and you since the beginning. Hoseok had introduced them to you when you guys were in the 5th grade. They latched onto you like little kids, begging to have your attention from time to time.

They were babies. And they needed an older female figure in their life. You became that figure.

You loved them like your little brothers.

“Noona, you should confess to hobi hyung soon. He’s going crazy these day.”

You literally chocked on your water as the youngest chipmunk in your vicinity smirked at your reaction. You were wheezing and coughing as you tried to get the water out of your lungs.

“Ya!” You scolded the middle child, hitting him on the back of his head. “Kim Taehyung, you cheesy sneezer! Who filled your head with this nonsense?”

“Oh please, Noona.” The eldest of them scoffed, shoving his mochi hands in your face. “We’re not blind. We can see everything. You and hobi hyung has the hots for each other.”

“Yeah, just go and kiss it out.” Needless to say, you were not surprised when the younger of them also joined in. “You guys act like little toddlers on their first date.”

At those words, your cheeks were instantly dusted with a pink hue. Sighing, you slumped down your shoulders in defeat. These boys were crazy. Nothing get past them so easily.

“Hoseok and I are just best-friends, kookie. Nothing more than that.” You said quietly, hoping that they wouldn’t pry too much on it.

“Keep thinking that and one day you’ll loose him for good.” It was meant to be a joke but it affected you with a sharp stab to your heart.

“Jungkook shut up!” The other two berated the young kid. You just shrugged, refusing to show anything.

“Don’t go on the makane’s words, noona. Just confess to hobi hyung now before things get ugly.”

You didn’t know what they were talking about, but you sure knew that these three had crazy imaginations. So, you shut them up with a little ‘Shut up’ before slumping down next to them in the grass.

If only, you had taken heed to their warning....

“Listen here tramp, let me make this easy and clear for you.” Park Soo-bin, the typical queen bee of your high school has managed to corner you against the ladies toilets, once again. She was one of the most prettiest girls in the school, but she had a personality of a wicked villain. You have tried to avoid her on so many occasions recently, but that girl is so persistent at getting her message across. “Stay the fuck away from my Hobi. He doesn’t need a gold digger like you coming in his way to greatness. He’s part of the popular gang. And popular people don’t hang out with dirty little rags like you. I’m sure you are aware of the hierarchy, right?”

You didn’t reply. Your eyes were already filling up with tears at her blunt statement. The hierarchy difference between you and your best friend was too big. You had always known that.

“Speak when spoken to, nerd!” The girl hissed, taking your hair into her hand and pulling on them. You heard yourself whimpering at the sudden pain, but you hadn’t replied one word to her.

You refused to.

You maybe helpless in your love life, but you were not the one to take an order so easily. Hoseok didn’t raise you like this. All those years, he had told you to stand up against people, even if its him.

Not to mention your family line of protective lawyers and policemen, you were capable enough to handle these girls.

And that’s how you ended up in the principle’s office with your hair pulled into a mess, various scratch marks covering your arms, a busted lip and bleeding knuckles. The two other girls who joined in the fight were in a similar state while the main one, the typical bitch of this school, was crying over a broken nail and a red cheek.

If you were being honest, it was the two younger girls that were behind most of your injuries, while the queen bee had watched from the sidelines until you had managed to land a hit on her. Needless to say, you felt so satisfied when your palm had come in contact with her smooth, powdery cheek.

“She needs to be expelled! She doesn’t deserve to be here!”

“Look at my child. That girl has no manners.”

“My poor Soo-bin.”

The accusations went flying past your head like baseball. You rolled your eyes and stood leaning against the wall, glaring at the main bitch of the room. She was mouthing the words of your demise, by sliding her thumb across her neck, to show how much trouble you were in. But you didn’t care. You just raised an eye-brow at her attitude.

Maybe, listening to all the words she was saying, you could maybe smack her again, right in front of the principle and her parents. But because of your parent’s disapproval looks, you stepped back.

When all the shouting was over, you had slipped away with a small warning. All thanks to your uncle, who had used his law to corner the parents into an agreement. But even then, your own parents were not happy with you.

You had clearly seen the disappointment flashing in their eyes. It hurted you a bit, but you managed to survive it. You were more worried about Hoseok who still hasn’t returned from his week long vacation to an unknown place that only him and his family knew about.

You were a little dejected by his so called ‘special family plans’, but you had figured, it was some sort of family thing that the Jungs have. Unlike your own parents, Hoseok’s family had no problem with accepting you in the family as one of their own daughters. You were close to them from the beginning, especially to Hoseok’s older sister, Jung Ji-Wo.

“Stay away from him, Y/n. This is my last warning to you.” Those have been your father’s orders when he discovered the reason behind the whole fiasco with the school’s queen bee. As usual, he had grown angry at the revelation and had warned you before walking off.

You just shrugged at his words in return. You can never stay away from Hoseok, whether he likes it or not.

As more days passed with no news from your best friend and Park Soo-bin growing impatient with your aloof behaviour towards her, the eldest chipmunk’s warning started to ring in your head. It was clear that during those two weeks of separation from your best friend, has seemed to alert the whole school of your isolation period and they all ended up using this to their advantages.

Main one being Park Soo-bin—the ultimate dare devil in your high school life.

You wished dearly that Hoseok would come back from his vacation quickly before things gets out of hand. Even though you had successfully handled the three girls that day, fighting off the entire school’s population would definitely be almost next to impossible for you.

Especially when your three helpful chipmunks were also MIA.

It happed just a day before his return. He had finally contacted you from his secret getaway and apologised for his silence. You forgave him the moment he had called you and just relished in hearing his voice again after such a long time, is when it happened.

The fateful incident.

Some students said you slipped off by accident. Others said you had staged the whole thing. And the more older, responsible ones claimed that you were jerking off someone.

But you knew the truth.

You had been cornered and harassed by the popular gang. The males did all the unthinkable things with you while the females watched you squirm, shout and beg for them let you go. You had remembered screaming, kicking, biting—basically doing anything to avoid being touched and tainted by their grubby hands. When you had finally managed to get away from them with parts of your clothes ripped and skin filled with bruises and marks, Park Soo-bin had smirked in your face before completing the deed with a slight push.

“Bye Bye Y/N.” Those were the last words you heard before you were pushed off the edge of the stairs. You had clambered down the long staircase like a rag doll, your screams muffled by the air being knocked out of you and your limbs flying around as they hit each and every pointy edge of the concrete and steel railings they came in contact with.

You didn’t know what happened next, but you remember waking up in a hospital bed, next to your crying best friend who had his face stuffed in the palm of your right hand, producing loud aching sobs as he kissed and stained your skin with his hot tears.

The sight was only there for few seconds before your eyes fluttered shut once again due to the meds being pumped in your veins.

The next time you woke up was to see your family entering your hospital room. Judging by their depressed and downcast expressions, you had already concluded that you were in a pretty bad shape.

There was no denying in that. Even the doctors had concluded you as a lost case when you hadn’t woken up for two weeks straight.

But somehow, you have survived. And thats what mattered.

One by one, they visited you at random times of the day. First came your mother who had littered your face with sweet kisses and promises to cook all your favourite food when you return home. Next, was your father. He had cried and apologised for not taking strict actions towards the first assault that happened to you in the school. You had just waved his apology away and smiled.

Few days later, it was your older brother, Taemin, who had visited you. He was the only brother you cared about, because the rest of your cousin brothers were A-grade assholes. Taemin had taken special leave from his special op training so he could be next to you. He had serenaded you to sleep and promised to make everything better.

The next time you woke up, you found your best friend sleeping on the small couch in front of your bed. He looked disheveled from every angle. His hair were untidy, he had dark bags under his swollen eyes, his skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and he had a slumped, sad posture to his lean body.

The boy truly looked like he had been wrecked over by a bus.

You also noticed six other guys in the room, three of them being your naughty chipmunks and the other three were strangers.

“How are you feeling?” One of them asked with an angelic smile on his face. He was one of the taller ones and one of the strangers in the room. He was dressed casually, but with the way he was hovering over you, checking your vitals and readings, he seemed to know what he was doing.

“Peachy.” You answered, voice cracking at the end. He seemed to be smiling at you before going over to your best friend to wake him up. “No, don’t.” You had barely stopped the boy. He looked at you with puzzled expressions.

“Let him sleep, please. He looks like he needs it.”

He seemed surprised by your caring nature and blinked a large smile at your face.

“I’m glad to see you care about him the way he does for you.” The words were genuine. “You know, he’s been visiting you everyday. But I guess, you were sleeping most of the time.”

“I know.” You replied, looking at Hoseok with affection reflecting in your eyes. “He cares too much for me.”

“I’m glad you think the same way as us. I’m Seokjin by the way, but you can call me ‘Jinnie Oppa’.”

That might have been the mood breaker in the room because you instantly threw him a huge grin. He was sweet and charming.

“I already have an Oppa. And he’s the best one I have.” You retorted playfully, thinking of your older brother, Taemin.

“I make a very good Oppa too, sweetheart.” He winked at you with a pout.

You had giggled and thought the man was charismatic too.

If only you knew that you were talking to a killer...

“Hoseok, I’m fine.” You assured the boy as he snuggled his crying face into your bandaged arms, producing loud sobs for the other boys to hear.

As soon as he saw you awake, your best friend broke down into literal tears, crying his eyes out as he dipped low, head buried into your arms. His sudden weight on your arms increased your pain but you didn’t let it show one bit.

He was hurt and scared at your battered figure. The least you could do was let him cry. And so, you let him as he quickly changed spots and moved onto your stomach, making your skin vibrate.

“Hosoek...” You cooed the boy, running your hand through his chest-nut hair and caressing his wet face. “Please don’t cry. Look, I’m fine.”

He looked at you with a helpless look before diving against your stomach again.

“I-I thought I l-lost you.” He said through his sobs.

You just smiled and kissed the boy’s head in affection.

“I could never leave you, Hoseok. Didn’t I promise you that?”

It took some time but you were able to calm the boy down. With the help of the others in the room, all of you managed to turn Hoseok’s loud sobs into small hiccups.

“Please, just please, don’t ever leave me, Y/N.” He said quietly, still tucking onto your hand like his life is depended on it. “I need you. I-I cant l-live without y-you.”

Something warm erupted in your chest. But you didn’t let it get to you. What if he means this in a best friend way?

“I won’t ever leave you, hoseok. Your whiny ass wouldn’t survive a day without me.” You joked.

It didn’t work.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He gave you a look you couldn’t decipher. It made you flush.

“Sorry... I-I just meant—never-mind. Just don’t worry please. I won’t leave you.”

He didn’t look satisfied for some reason but none the less, he still nodded. You were about to question him, but the strangers in the room decided to throw a pizza party. A party where you didn't even get a single slice of pizza since you were on the hospital diet.

“Lucky bastards.”

“How long has it been?” You asked Hoseok one day. You were still in the hospital but a bit better than before. Hoseok was peeling off some apples for you.

“Nearly a month.” He said, digging the knife into an apple. You could see how clean and fast he was with a knife. The apple was cut into thin slices within a matter of seconds.

“How’s school going? You’re still attending your classes, right?” You didn’t want to touch the topic, but you didn’t want him to sacrifice his studies for you. He’s been spending too much time here during the day and you were simply worried. “Hoseok?”

He hadn’t replied you yet. Instead, a slice of the apple was shoved in your mouth before your best friend smiled at you.

“Don’t worry about anything, Princess. My studies are going fine. Infact—” This is where he pulled out some books from his bag. “—I brought these for you. I hope you are stable enough to go through them with me.”

Your face instantly brightened at the sight of your books.

“Yes, ofcourse I am!”

You were truly a nerd. That’s never gonna change.

“Yay.” You squealed slightly when he dropped one book into your lap. Your good arm was already onto it, feeling the hard, shiny cover before opening the book to see what you have missed.

Hoseok grinned at your enthusiasm.

“Nerd.” He teased.

“Elephant.” You retorted back, but it wasn’t that strong, because in the next second he bursted out into a fit of loud laughter, making you scowl. “It’s not funny!”

He still didn’t listen. So, with a slight irritated huff, you smacked his shoulder. He retaliated by pinning your limbs down and hovering over you.

You were surprised at how easily he kneeled over you, careful not to hurt you but also smart enough to completely pin you to the hospital bed.

“Don’t be a naughty girl, Y/N.” He teased with a slight smirk. “You don’t want to be punished by me, do you?”

Damn, his voice was seductive to you. He had never behaved this way before.

“As if!” You dryly mocked with a laugh before trying to push him off you. But he didn’t listen. Instead, he dipped lower and engulfed you into a tight hug while he laid over you.

“I’m serious.”

You scowled at him. Great, he going to be plastered to you for the whole night. God forbid, if you can survive his lean muscular body resting on top of you.

You were always a sucker for his touches.

Few days later, things became normal for you. With right medication and right therapy, you were able to walk again. It boosted up your healing process and in no time you were ready to face the hard part of this whole ordeal.

Your culprits.

When you saw them standing in court with tears streaming down their eyes, you felt satisfied. You were in the same place as them when they had touched you in every open spot on your skin. The four young boys who had dared to molest you were jailed the same day. Their actions recorded in a school’s hidden camera in the corridor.

The six girls involved were put to heavy charges, involving; community service, a criminal record for harassing, bullying and attempt to rape, expulsion from the school and for some, being abandoned from their family lines.

Out of all this, the only person you cared about was Park Soo-bin. For some reason, the girl got away with everything. She wasn’t even mentioned as her friends took the blame. And you felt more angry than annoyed.

But that anger turned into shock when you saw the news next day.

“—we’re bringing you live from the Han River. A body has been discovered during the early hours of this morning. It belonged to a school girl, named Park Soo-bin, who had been missing for the past few days from her home and was now recently discovered floating in the river. The body seemed to be tortured, sliced open in many places and its limbs broken in—”

You hadn’t listened to the whole thing. The graphic visual displayed on your TV was enough to hurl your insides in the nearest toilet. Your best friend stood over you, holding back your hair as he patted your back in assurance.

He didn’t seem fazed by the news at all.

“Don’t worry, princess. Everything will be alright now.”

If you were just a little conscious enough to focus on his words, then maybe, you might have noticed the hidden glee lacing his voice...

Life turned back to normal soon enough. You had started school again and this time no-one bothered you anymore. Not even the left over popular girls who would used to do anything to tease you. But this time, they didn’t do anything besides glaring. And when your three chipmunks came in to cheer you up, their glares had turned into fear.

As more days passed, you started to ponder on your classmates strange behaviors. They seemed almost scared of you. You had expected them to be angry and furious with you, but they weren’t. It made you question few aspects of your life, but those though were quickly driven out of your mind when your best friend decided to give you a more interesting topic to think about.

His growing closeness with you.

He seemed more touchy than ever these days, always looking out for you and glaring at any boy who walked passed. At first, you were confused, but as you observed him more, you started to notice the difference. He was growing protective of you. There was a untold affection in his eyes that you always hoped to see in him. It warmed your heart and made you happy.

Was he finally feeling something towards you?

“I’m telling you, noona. Hyung is going to propose to you soon.” The youngest chipmunk said one day, taking your sushi out of your hands. “After all, he can’t let the fish get away.”

“Fish?” You questioned but then shook your head at his stupid comparisons. “Just keep eating you dumb bunny.” You shut him up by thrusting another sushi in his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s words started to come true. Just few weeks after, Hoseok plucked up his courage and proposed to you... with a small condition.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” He asked, holding out a rose to you. Literally everyone in the corridor stared at you both. Hoseok’s eyes were shinning as he brought you slightly closer to him. “I have seen you the way you look at me. It’s the same way I look at you. If you say yes, then remember, there is no going back. You will have to accept me in every shape and size I am. Even if you start to hate me, I will never let you go.”

The words had shocked you. His confession was so sudden that it rendered you a bit stunned. But that didn’t stop you from answering him. You’ve always waited for this moment. You can’t let it get away now.

“Hoseok, why would I ever hate you? I have always loved you.” You said to him, cupping his glowing cheeks. You were so happy in love that you couldn’t see the dark intent in his eyes. “I love your lips, I love your eyes, I love your nose, I love your cheeks, I love everything about you. I have always loved you. You are still my little elephant. And you are still my ray of hope.”

As if the words that triggered something in him, he jerked you closer and met your lips with his, sealing the deal. You could hear cheering in the background, probably from the three annoying chipmunks.

“You are mine now, Y/N. Remember that. You belong to me. No matter what happens next, you cannot escape me.”

And like a foolish girl, you had nodded along to his conditions.

After all, he was your sunshine and you trusted him.

But you had forgotten one thing. He was not normal like other people. He may be your ray of hope but he was also a force to be reckon with. He may have pledge you to do his sweet biddings and trapped you in his love, but he has also permanently chained you to him.

Which is why you found yourself in this situation, over and over.

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Tentoo x Rose - Falling Leaves of Red and Gold

This is my contribution to the Tentoo Party of Love and Acceptance and Deep Denial of That One Short Story I Shall Not Mention. I’m also tagging @doctorroseprompts, as this definitely fulfils the fall/autumn prompt.

Featuring the Doctor and Rose babysitting Tony for the weekend, and being disgustingly cute and soft as they do so because this is Tentoo and Rose we’re talking about.

[Read it on AO3]

Falling Leaves of Red and Gold

They are barely through the front door that Tony is jumping onto the Doctor, clinging to one of his legs with his head thrown all the way back, looking up at him through many centimetres of height difference.

“Pleaaaase can we do climb up?”

The Doctor doesn’t even hesitate, already halfway done with taking off his peacoat when he says: “Up you go, then!”

He throws his coat on the ground, before taking position, which involves spreading his legs, lowering himself in a half-crouch, his arms bent and extended outward, his every muscles locked to make his body as stiff and sturdy as possible.

Overall, a rather awkward position.

‘Climb Up’ is not a favourite game amongst grownups. It involves a small child challenging himself or herself to ‘climb’ over the adult’s body as if it were a tree. Understandably enough, most people tend to be rather reluctant to engage in it, as it is all kind of uncomfortable and painful, the over-enthusiastic toddler’s elbows, knees and feet regularly poking into sensitive areas and leaving bruises in their wake.

The Doctor loves it – and Tony adores him for it.

“Who knew I would make such a good tree?” he’d once asked Rose, beaming at her, absolutely delighted with having a three-and-a-half-year old hanging upside down from one of his outstretched arms, an angry red mark already flaring on his cheekbone where Tony’s foot had made contact not-so-gently a couple minutes ago.

Tony doesn’t make it as far today, still trying to ascend the Doctor’s leg when a shrill gasp of disapproval rings through the air.

“Where the hell d’you think you are?!”

The Doctor’s smile immediately freezes at the sound of Jackie’s shout, while Tony slowly slides back down, having caught Rose’s eyes and seen the small shake of her head, wordlessly advising him to stop what he was doing to avoid getting caught up in their mother’s wrath.

“Uhm,” the Doctor says, carefully straightening himself up, glancing at his mother-in-law with obvious caution. “The Tylers’ mansion? Planet Earth? The Solar system?”

Rose cannot help but cringe at this poor, poor choice of reply. All these months spent around Jackie Tyler on a fairly regular basis, not to mention their many encounters back in the other universe, and the Doctor has yet to learn to keep his mouth shut around her.

Jackie’s scowl turns into a sweet smile – not a good sign, and he knows it, too, judging by the way he swallows hard – before she looks down at her son. “Why don’t you go find Daddy, sweetheart. Go tell him if he’s not off the phone and ready in the next ten minutes, Mummy’s leaving without him and probably not coming back.”

“Ok!” Tony exclaims, already dashing out of the entrance hall towards Pete’s office.

Jackie slowly extends a hand, then, pointing at the crumpled coat on the floor, her stony stare on the Doctor. “Pick it up.”

The Doctor opens his mouth, until Jackie narrows her eyes, at which point he wisely decides to close it again, bending down to pick up his coat.

Jackie is walking to him, now, head tilted back to look up at him just as her son did earlier, and yet, the Doctor is the one shrinking into himself.

“Now I’ve only agreed to this because Rose’s here, too,” Jackie tells him with an unmistakable warning note in her voice, even though she’s yet to look at her daughter. “But I want you to listen. Are you listening?”

“I am listening.”

“No. Dodgy. Experiment. You’ve got that?”

Sharp nod.

“Then say it.”

“I – ”

“Nope, not asking for your input, here, just simple parroting. Repeat after me: no dodgy experiment.”

“No dodgy experiment.”

Jackie’s finger actually pokes him sharply in the chest. “No fire either, Doctor, I mean it.”

“Now that was a genuine acci – ”

“Still not asking for your opinion, Lanky Boy,” Jackie efficiently shuts him up. “A day and a half, that’s all. He’s my only son, and I love him quite a lot. Anything suspicious, and I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to give me grandchildren, are we clear?”

“Crystal,” the Doctor chirps. “Lucent. Pellucid. Limpid. Diaphan – ”

“Oh shut it,” Jackie says with a dismissive wave of her hand, finally turning to Rose. “Now come, I’ve got everything ready for your meals.”

“We could’ve cooked,” Rose says, a bit offended.

Jackie snorts in answer, already walking towards the kitchen, clearly expecting them to follow. They do, the Doctor giving Rose a pointed look that clearly means ‘She’s your mother.’

The ordeal doesn’t last for much longer. Jackie does show them everything she prepared for them for this short weekend, going over Tony’s daily routine as well, Rose choosing to remain quiet instead of reminding her mother she’s done this before, even if it’d been pre-Doctor.

After the unavoidable chaos that comes with parents leaving their toddler behind, Jackie and Pete are off for their anniversary trip to Italy, while Rose and the Doctor remain with Tony – who is sniffling a little as he clings to Rose’s neck.

“Hey, you know what Dad told me?” she asks him, going for Distraction #1 – she has four more up her sleeve if this one fails. When she has her brother’s attention, she wiggles her eyebrows (a move she’s definitely picked up from someone). “He told me the gardeners came this morning, and they made a pile.”

Tony gasps in wonder. “A pile?” he repeats in the same conspiratorial tone.

Rose nods with a broadening grin, while behind them, the Doctor repeats it, too, a lot more confused: “A pile?”

She glances back at him with a cryptic smile. “Put that coat back on. You’re gonna love this.”

A few minutes later, all bundled up to face the late October chilly air, they exit the house, entering the back garden – which, realistically, is bigger than most inner city parks Rose has ever been in.

The Pile, although quite a distance away, is impossible to miss.

“That is humongous,” the Doctor states as he takes it in, finally understanding what they’d been talking about.

The three of them begin walking toward the impressive pile of dead leaves, Tony in the middle, holding one of their hands each.

“What’s a human Gus?” Tony asks candidly, which causes Rose to laugh wholeheartedly.

“Humongous, sweetie,” she corrects him. “It means really big.”

“It’s sounds weird,” he notes with a giggle, although he seems delighted to have acquired this new knowledge, already tugging at both their hands, silently requesting to be swung. “Tell me another?”

“Uhm, let’s see,” Rose ponders. “Gigantic.”

“Colossal,” the Doctor offers, while between them, Tony is happily being swayed off the ground.

“Enormous.”

“Gargantuan.”

They’re running out of synonyms for big when they find themselves standing in front of The Pile – which really isn’t a pile at all.

It’s a tower.

“Throw me!” Tony shouts, so excited he’s almost vibrating.

The two adults look at each other.

“It’s a really big pile,” the Doctor notes. “Properly massive.” He observes the tower of crunchy leaves, his nose scrunched up. “What if he disappears, in there? How would we explain that to your mother?”

Rose gives a shrug of her shoulder. “Worst case scenario, we’ve got thirty six hours to dig him out.”

“Throw meeeeeeeeee,” Tony begs, pulling hard on their hands.

The Doctor is still scowling at the imposing pile. “I can’t say I see the appeal of being thrown into a pile of decaying organic matter. Are you sure you don’t want us to go to the swing set instead?”

Tony is now letting out a long, high pitched whine Rose is fairly certain has been invented by toddlers just to drive adults crazy.

“All right, then, allons-y!” the Doctor exclaims, bending down to pick Tony up.

He doesn’t make to throw him at all, though, securely holding the child in his arms instead, turning towards Rose, who frowns at him.

“Your mother scares me too much, I’ll have to go into the unknown with him,” he announces, dramatically. “If I don’t make it back, remember that I love you, always. I won’t tell you not to come after us, either, Rose Tyler. I know better.”

After a wink and a tilt of his head, followed by his trademark grin, he pounces off the ground and nothing short of crashes into the giant pile of leaves, he and her brother disappearing completely for a few seconds.

The pile is so imposing that it doesn’t completely collapse from the sudden disturbance…until the Doctor stands back up, buried all the way up to his shoulders in leaves, holding out a toddler currently shrieking with delighted laughter. “Found this squirmy creature at the bottom of the pile, wouldn’t happen to be yours, by any chance?”

“I’ve been told we share some genes,” Rose admits.

“Again! Do it again!” Tony is requesting, now in his sister’s arms, who doesn’t hesitate much before diving into the pile, too.

They spend a slightly ridiculous amount of time playing in that pile of leaves, long after it’s stopped being big enough for the adults present to dive into it. The Doctor is as efficient as ever when it comes to gathering it all back together for Tony, though, admitting that he’d underestimated the ‘entertainment value’ of this activity.

(Especially after Tony ordered them both to stay there on the ground while he bravely threw tiny handfuls of leaves all over them as he tried covering them up – which obviously led to quite a bit of snogging as decaying organic matter rained over them)

When Tony’s teeth begin to chatter from cold while his lips turn blue, Rose declares their outing over, in spite of the two children’s loud protests.

She makes them hot cocoa, which instantly puts her back in their good grace, especially when she adds tiny marshmallows to it.

Tony makes the mistake of asking what marshmallows are made of, which causes the Doctor to delve into a rapid lecture about the molecular makeup of this particular food – which really cannot be called food, he stresses that repeatedly, given the minimal nutritional value it provides.

He does stop his gabbling, eventually, once he realises Rose has stopped her washing up to stare at him instead, Tony’s eyes properly glazed over as well.

“Can we make some?” Tony asks, then, unfazed.

“Absolutely,” the Doctor answers just as Rose says: “Absolutely not.”

She shuts off the tap, turning fully to lean against the sink. “Which part of ‘no dodgy experiment’ did you not understand?”

He scowls at her. “All we need is water, gelatin and sugar, I wouldn’t call it a dodgy experiment. A wild foray into the oddity that is human nutrition, maybe. ”

“Might be so, but you forget the bit where everything becomes dodgy when you’re in charge of it.”

“I feel slightly insulted.” He sounds and looks it, too.

(She doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s got more chocolate around his mouth than Tony does)

“Alright, I’ll make it up to you,” she says with a sly smile. “Wanna hear why we’re like hot chocolate and marshmallows?”

He squints at her. “Is this a trick question?”

She shakes her head, before answering all-too-casually: “’cause you’re hot and I’m on top.”

The Doctor actually manages to choke on his own saliva.

“I don’t get it,” Tony announces.

“t’s just a silly grownup joke,” Rose tells him, pushing herself off the sink to go ruffle his hair, before going around the table to do the same to her husband, whose face has become rather red.

She presses a kiss to his temple for good measures, letting her breath wander over the back of his neck before straightening up and going back to her dishes, acutely aware of his gaze on her.

They do not make marshmallows, in the end, nor do they get into anything dodgy. Tony spends a nice amount of time quietly drawing some pictures while Rose and the Doctor argue over how to get the fireplace going – once Rose convinces him that her mother’s warnings about him and fire did not include the making of an actual fire in a real fireplace.

He does manage to get it going eventually, although by then, they’ve already had dinner and Rose had time to give Tony his bath. The siblings come back down to find a lovely, roaring fire burning in the hearth, the Doctor looking simultaneously proud and a tad sheepish.

She chooses not to ask.

While the two boys snuggle up on the couch, the Doctor having just agreed to read Tony his bedtime story in front of the fire, Rose tidies up the table where Tony had been drawing earlier today. Now like any other three-and-a-half-year old, her brother’s drawing skills are not what you would call exceptional, but she’s always managed to decipher them fairly well.

She finds herself frowning at a drawing of six stick figures, all standing near what she assumes is this house. Two pairs of tall stick figures, a much smaller stick figure added between each pair.

“Who’s this a picture of, sweetie?” she asks her brother, interrupting the Doctor’s reading. They both look up from the book to look at the paper Rose is holding up.

“’t’s me and Ma and Daddy and you and the Doctor and the baby.”

There is a significant pause.

“The…baby?” the Doctor asks with a frown, giving Rose a look, obviously wondering if she knows something he doesn’t, to which she answers with a definite, categorical shake of her head.

“Your baby,” Tony does confirm a moment later, blissfully ignorant of the sudden shift in the room.

“We don’t have a baby,” Rose reminds him.

“I know that,” Tony says, rolling his eyes exactly the way Jackie would, his tone quite reminiscent of her as well. “But Ma’s always saying you and the Doctor are gonna be having babies ‘before we know it’.”

“Oh, is she now,” the Doctor says, a smile in his voice, as well as in his eyes. “What else does she say about us?”

But Tony is shrugging, already disinterested in the topic, clearly a bit drowsy, too. “Keep reading please?” he asks the Doctor in a small voice, looking up at him from where he’s snuggled up against his side.

After another pause, the Doctor nods, clearing his throat a little before resuming his reading. Rose joins them, half-sitting, half-lying on the other side of the couch. Tony is asleep before the Doctor finishes the book; he caries on reading anyway, and his low voice feels as warm to her as the thermal waves coming from the fireplace.

When he’s done, none of them speaks for a while, Rose watching the Doctor, while the Doctor watches the small human asleep against his side.

“Maybe we should make one of those,” he says at last, his voice still low and quiet.

Rose startles a little out of her reverie, not sure she’s heard him right.

“What?”

“Babies,” he says. “Mini version of people. More specifically, mini version of people I hope would inherit most of your genes, although again, I have had worse ears.”

He’s quoted something he once said to her, word for word.

She’s just as dumbfounded as she was on that night, all those months ago.

Rose stares at him, and he stares back. “Is this…us, having The Talk, then?”

He shrugs faintly, mindful of the sleeping child against him. “Even your three-year-old brother is thinking about it. If he’s thinking about it when he’s not even fully cognitive, yet, I think it means we should, too.”

Despite herself, her heart is speeding up in her chest. “Alright,” she says quietly. “Let’s do The Talk.”

Of course, no one actually talks for at least a minute after that.

“I’ll start,” the Doctor offers. “I think…” he begins, before stopping himself. “No. I know I’d like to have children with you, if I can, and…if you want. Obviously.”

Rose finds herself nibbling on the nail of her thumb, feeling her eyes prickling.

“I didn’t think you would,” she admits, her voice not much louder than a whisper.

He frowns. “Why?”

She shrugs, looking away, staring into the fire. “Dunno. Too…domestic. Too complicated. Too…human, maybe.”

Another pause.

“I’ve been a father before.”

She looks back at him, but he’s the one not meeting her eyes, now. “When?”

He breathes in slowly, his next exhale a bit wobbly. “A long time ago. A long, long time ago. It wasn’t…” He clears his throat. “Time Lords didn’t do parenthood the way humans do, from procreation to gestation to, you know, the actual raising of your offspring. Like most of everything in our species, the overall process was quite…impersonal.”

He shakes his head a little, and the distant look in his eyes disappear as he looks back at her. “It’s nothing like how it would be, to do it all with you. Watching you grow a new human. Welcoming him or her into our world. Getting to teach them. Showing them how beautiful this universe can be. Loving them, day after day. Fifty percent Rose Tyler, fifty percent me…” He shakes his head a little. “The thought of it is…overwhelming, to tell you the truth.”

Having him so far from her is suddenly unbearable.

“Come here,” she tells him quietly, having straightened up to sit up better, patting the empty space between them.

“I’m a bit trapped,” he says, indicating Tony with a tilt of his head. “I believe we have a child between us, which is rather ironic, come to think of it, considering the fact that – ”

“Let’s just move then, so I can snuggle up, too” she interrupts him softly, the way she often does, already standing up. “He won’t wake up, trust me. He can sleep through anything.”

When the Doctor looks at her dubiously, she claps her hands a couple times, quite loudly, too. Tony doesn’t even flinch.

Successfully convinced, the Doctor gathers up Tony against him more securely, before moving sideways, just enough to make room on his other side, so that Rose can fill up that void.

She does, quite happily, too, almost sighing at the smell and feel of him, his arm tight around her, their faces only inches apart. She rests her fingertips lightly upon his chin, her nails barely scratching his stubble.

“’m sorry,” she whispers. When he frowns, she adds: “I know you said it was all different and everything, but…they were still your children.”

He doesn’t say anything for another long moment, his lips grazing her forehead.

“It was a long time ago,” he eventually repeats. “This is more…in the now.”

She appreciates that he’s not pushing her, despite the fact that she’s yet to make her opinion clear.

“I didn’t think I’d ever want children,” she tells him quietly, and he moves slightly to look at her. “I grew up with a single mother,” she adds with a sad smile and a shrug. “Mum tried her best not to make me feel like I was a burden, but I could tell it was hard just…having me, you know? Even my friends who had both their parents, most of them ended up getting divorced before we were teenagers anyway. It just felt all so…complicated and…restricting.”

He doesn’t say anything, but she sees that light already dimming in his eyes. Before it completely disappears, she properly cups his face in her palm, looking at him straight on when she says: “Having children with you, though? That wouldn’t be so bad.”

He swallows hard again. “Yeah?”

She nods a little. “Yes.”

And then, aware that he deserves honesty from her, the way he always tries being honest with her, even when it hurts, she decides to fully open up to him.

“You make me feel like I can have it all,” she admits softly. “The adventuring and the full human experience. It’s a bit terrifying, actually, how safe you make me feel, which makes no sense, I know but…t’s the truth. I’m not delusional either. I know once we do have that baby, it’ll change everything, and we’ll be a mess, and we won’t get to do all the things we get to do now. But…we’ll still be together. Together with a small human that’ll be fifty percent you, and fifty percent me.”

‘Overwhelming’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.

When the Doctor kisses her, he does it slowly, almost reverently, as if they were sealing another kind of vow.

Until he pulls away, looking at her with definite alarm. “Not now, though, right?”

“Oh god, no,” she reassures him, and they both sigh in relief. “Let’s just worry about keeping Tony alive this weekend, yeah?”

“Good plan,” he nods emphatically, the two of them shifting to look at the toddler, still sound asleep on the other side of the Doctor.

“Let’s put him to bed,” she whispers in his ear, before lightly nibbling at it. “I’d very much like to try playing Climb Up with my husband.”

The Doctor lets out a sound that is between a laughter and a groan. “Rose Tyler, that is filthy,” he protests in a loud whisper, still managing to sound high pitched. “I’ll never be able to play that game with him again, now.”

Oh, she knows.

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Parent Teacher Conference

This story came about because of a 'Who In The Couple Would Be' questionaire on Tumblr. This question was 'Who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent?'

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If you had told me at the beginning of the school year that it would have turned out like this I would have told you that you were crazy.

Emma was starting kindergarten and there was a meet and greet for the parents and the teachers. I went ahead and showed up since Miss Lincoln, who had taught my brothers and I (heck, maybe even our dad), retired two years ago and this was only her replacements second year on the job. So as a responsible parent I went to check him out, I wasn’t gonna leave my lil princess in the hands of a stranger.

She is the best thing to happen to me. A surprise (I don’t see how anyone could call their bundle of joy an accident or a mistake) that happened to me a year out of high school. Her sperm donor was a guy I had met while working at dad’s lumber camp. He was a seasonal worker who had just enough charm to get my guard down but not enough smarts to keep from bragging to the guys at the camp (most of whom had known me since I was a toddler). And it got worse when my brothers heard about it. One resounding beat down and he skipped town. There was a rumor going around that dad had introduced him to the camp’s wood chipper, but it was one of my jobs back then to inspect and maintain all the camp’s equipment. It was still as dirty as usual, but completely gore free.

A couple weeks later I found out I was pregnant and eight months after that Emma was born. At three foot tall and with her strawberry blonde hair, mischievous smile, and freckled face, Emma is my leprechaun. She drives her grandfather crazy though, because she would rather draw picture of a tree than climb one. But he still spoils her rotten as his first grandchild. Besides that, Gus’ lil one is two and already trying to climb anything he can reach. So there, he can take over the family legacy. My lil girl can be an artist if she wants to, she already has been dragging me to the new craft store that opened in the mall last year.

But enough about that, let’s get back to the story. I took the last available time to meet the new teacher, had to really thanks to work. I no longer work at the logging camp, nowadays I work for the local forestry department thanks to dad’s friend the Mayor. We got there just as Tate McGuket and his son were leaving. He’s gonna be an interesting one for this teach to handle, he seems to take after his grandfather some. Smart as a whip and cuckoo for coco puffs.

Walking into the class room I looked around. While the room was still painted in the same color scheme as the rest of the school, it somehow looked warmer, more inviting. And around the room was art of various fairy tale characters. But of all the change that had happened to this old room since I was last in it, the most striking is it’s occupant. Shoulder length, wavy brown hair. Half rim glasses that just barely obscure his milk chocolate brown eyes. And an interesting taste in fashion, if what he was wearing today was an example. He had on a pair of khaki carpenter pants and a red and white floral Hawaiian shirt. I could tell they were carpenter pants because he actually had a hammer hanging in it’s loop. He apologized and explained that he was taking time in between meetings to finish up the decorating and he liked to keep his tools at the ready. I responded that I used to keep an ax on me for the same reason.

We bantered on like that for a couple of minutes before we got down to the matter at hand. He went over the daily schedules; nap time, lunch time, and snack time. He pointed to a small refrigerator in the corner and said that snacks were supposed to be provided by the parents, but he will be keeping some fruit and veggies packs and juice boxes in class for those who are unable to provide their own. He believed that no child should go hungry if there was anything he could do about it. Dude scored some major points with me right there and I asked if there would be any way to donate some goods to the cause. He chuckled and with a smile so warm it nearly melted the wax apple he had on his desk said he would be glad of any help I would offer.

He then went on to first explain that there was only three students in class from Gravity Falls proper. the rest were from Provost, the next town over. Then he went to the curriculum, talking about how he liked to read various fairy tales to the class during nap time for those who don’t want to sleep. As he went on I noticed Emma was taking an interest in the various art he had on the wall. When he got to covering the alphabet, that caught her attention and she hopped up onto her seat and belted out the alphabet song in rapid fashion. He gave her an applause and said that he may just have her help him teach that to the rest of the class. He loved her enthusiasm. This earned him a squeal of delight and hug that he readily accepted. Then she noticed he had a set of MonsterMon Plushies in one corner of the class room and asked if she could go play with them while we talk. With another chuckle he told her to go have fun.

While Emma was having a blast with the stuffed animals, he finished up on the curriculum. He then asked if I had any questions. So I asked why he chose a small town like Gravity Falls as his first teaching assignment and he explained how he had two great uncles who run a tourist stop just outside of town and how he and his sister moved up here to help keep track of them as they got older. It was my turn to chuckle then. I told him that with his last name, I should have put two and two together, I used to work at that tourist trap back when I was a teen and knew both of the Stans. Once that he mentioned it I did see a little family resemblance. He was slimmer than either of them, but he definitely had the Stans’ jaw line. Looking back on it I guess that maybe I started getting interested back then, but I always was a stubborn one. Some how though I think Emma noticed my interest before I did even.

Over the next couple weeks Emma was always happy to go to school, she had made friends with most of her class. Then one Friday morning she seemed reluctant to go to school. When I asked her why, she told me that one of the kids from out of town was picking on her over her freckles. It was getting to her. My first response was to tell her to just deck him, but I knew that would only worsen the matter. So I told her to tell him that it was bugging her and if that didn’t work to tell me later and I would set up a meeting with Mr. Pines over the matter.

Well apparently the kid started in on her as she got to class, but this time Mr. Pines caught him. He explained that words could hurt and that anyone could be picked on. When the boy exclaimed that there was no way that Mr. Pines could have been picked on, that he was too nice for that, he told them that he was picked on for most of his childhood until he decided to take his torment and wear it as a badge of honor. He brushed his bangs back and showed them that he had a birthmark on his forehead that resembled the big dipper. He told them that when his classmates had learned the name they began calling him Dipper. It wasn’t until his family started calling him that, that he not only accepted it but grew to love the nickname. He told them that except for a few places, like at school, he still went by the name Dipper to this day. The kid apologized to her and they became friends by the end of class. I got most of this from Emma when she got home, but Mr. Pines did end up calling to check up on her and to make sure I knew of the incident. We talked for a little bit after I thanked him for the report, and apparently I was watched during the conversation. I think Emma was already plotting something even then.

That Saturday we ended up getting lunch at Yumberjacks in celebration of her good report. After we sat down Emma saw that he was eating at a table on the other side of the dining area. She was about to call out to him when we saw that he was joined by a young lady that I could tell was probably the sister he had mentioned, but Emma had not heard that part of our conversation. She stopped herself from calling out to him and after a moment she went back to eating. She had recognized Mr. Pines sister as the owner of her favorite craft shop and suddenly on Sunday she needed a new jar of brown finger paint.

When we got to the store, Miss Pines was behind the counter. Emma started talking to her like normal. I could see the family resemblance now that I knew to look for it. After a couple of moments, Emma said she had drawing that she wanted to show Mabel, as he name tag proclaimed, so she could see if she liked it and if I could I go get the paint for her. I left only after Mabel said she would be glad to check out the work of another artist and swore she would not let Emma out of her sight. I recently learned Emma had showed Mabel a drawing of me and her brother and asked Mabel what her “attentions” were towards Mr. Pines. Mabel apparently loved it and had to fight to keep from laughing so loud that I would hear. She explained to Emma that she was his sister and that she liked her moxie. She then told her that she had heard about Emma from her brother. And that she had also heard about me, also. Mabel had been wanting to meet me, because her matchmaker-senses kept going off whenever her brother had talked about me. These two began conspiring to fix us up then and there.

The next thing I knew we would begin to run into Mr. Pines everywhere. He would be at the grocery store whenever we would go pick up supplies. And inevitably either he or he and his sister would be at a restaurant when we would get there or they would show up shortly afterwards. Another thing I learned recently was that Emma had put Mabel’s number in her Lil Firefly tm phone her Aunt Tambry had gotten her for her last birthday. They would text and plan these little encounters.

Eventually we started sharing tables to save the wait staff the hassle of busing two separate tables when one would do. More often than not the conversations would end up being Mabel and Emma talking about some cartoon or an art project of some type, while Dipper (he had finally told me in person to call him that during one of these meals) and I talked amongst ourselves. It was so refreshing to talk to someone my own age who was into bad cinema as much as I was. It was weird, here was someone I had not met prior to last September and it was beginning to feel like I had known him most of my life.

It was apparently so obvious that something was happening that even Lee had learned of it up in Portland. He wanted “all the details about my new beau”. I tried to tell him that we weren’t dating. We just ate dinner together a lot and had plans to watch some old B-movies while Tambry was babysat Emma. He laughed and told me that “that sounds like dating to me”. That fact that he was able to confirm it hit me, I was dating my daughter’s teacher. And you know what, it didn’t bug me as much as I thought it would. Dipper was sweet, handsome, intelligent, and a complete gentleman. I’m not sure I could do better if I tried. We started officially dating the day after Emma graduated from kindergarten. I came home from that first date to find a ‘new’ piece of art on her picture wall, it was the folded picture that Emma had shown Mabel all those months ago when they first conspired to get us together..

I still need to thank them…

#gravity falls #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #wendip #au

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