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The Wall and the Baby (DC)

Amanda Waller, AKA the wall was known for many things. Her hard nose attuide, her belief that she knew right and damn everyone else, and her big baby husband Bruce Wayne. They had met at a gala, where Bruce had been head over heels with her despite well, less the striking figure but it didn't take long to figure out a few things about the Billionaire playboy. One, he was a chubby chaser who had actually kept drooling as they chatted, blushing and saying sorry when she had pointed it out with a smirk. Two, Due to his parents passing away in a skiing accident when he was 12, he had a VERY strong attraction to ladies who gave off a semi mommy energy. Now normally anyone who worked under the wall would of told you that the last aura she projected was that of a mommy, but since she had been there to suck up for some more founding for task force X, she'd had on a kinder face then normal. She did have to admit that it was cute seeing this handsome young man stumbling over his words and clearly love stuck, and so had come home with him that night. And the next night and the night after that. They had barely dated for a bare four months before they were walking down the aisle, Waller in a dashing white dress and Bruce in a pair of short alls and a puffy butt as by that point he was living as her big baby, 24/7. She assumed control of Wayne enterprises and put the corporation to work for Task force X, though most of the day to day was handled much as before, by Mr.fox. Bruce's days meanwhile were filled with making pretty pictures for mommy, playing with his toys and playing in mommies office, and of course, making mommy presents.

It was 7:30 am as Waller came into Bruce's nursery, wrinkling her nose a little at the smell that filled the room but it was all part of the mommy game and she forced the look off of her face as she made her way over the plush carpet that filled the room. Technically she could of sent Alfred in to wake Bruce up but she still felt bad about making Bruce sleep in his nursery last night instead of in bed with her, she'd been up late monitoring a mission to take out a drug cartel in San Baquero. For the most part Bruce just thought she had a very special job with the government and didn't ask too many questions, and in a way he wasn't wrong. but that still didn't mean she wanted him to see the ugly side of her work. shaking those thoughts out of her head, and hat a pain it was gonna be to replace Knockout on the team, she leaned over the side of Bruce's crib railing and smiled. here was a fit young man who could of been a star athlete, and instead he was sucking on a pacifier wearing a light grey onsie that helped keep him from wiggling out of the custom made extra bulky diapers that made it a chore for even Bruce to waddle, and let him stew in his messes for hours on end just like he wanted. 'Sometimes I wonder what I did to end up so lucky~' Waller gushed mentally, then gently patted the bugling (and not just from natural bulk) seat of Bruce's pamper butt. "Hey there sleepy head, time to get up~" she called softly. She of course had been up since 5 am, but unlike Bruce she thrived on little to none sleep and actually was more grumpy when she got a full 8 hours in. Bruce gurgled behind his paci and opened one eye, then grinned and let the paci slid out of his mouth. "Nggggh five more minutes mommy~" He giggled playfully. the big baby knew Waller let him sleep in as long as she could if he wanted to come in with her to work, and he'd been VERY clear that he got to come into the office today. "Sorry my adorable little stinker, if you wanna be mommies cute widdle secretary you have to get up now. for one thing, SOMEBODY needs a diapie change." "-GASP- Did Alfred poop himself!" Bruce asked and giggled like he'd told the funniest joke ever. "heh, you're such a goof ball~ come on Bruce Sweetie, let's get you changed before you make mommies nose fall off."

One smelly diaper change later (which had left Waller seeing just how 'happy' he was to see and regretful they didn't have time for a quick roll in the sack) and Bruce was dressed in triple thick diapers and a black diaper shirt with light grey overall's on, Black and grey being his favorite colors. His bottom was puffed out and he was forced to crawl to the dining room where he was helped into his high chair, and while Waller had her normal steak and egg's with black coffe,she would pasue now and then to spoon anther mouthful of apple cinnamon oatmeal into the mouth of her big baby who gurgled and coo'ed, gushing about how much 'artz' he was gonna do for mommy t'day. "I'm gonna draw you a duck, and a bat, and and a fire truck and and and-" he babbled, only shush as mommy got anther mouthful in in mouth, taking care not to get any on his clothes. "Mhhm I bet you are, and they'll join the rest of your pretty pictures on my office wall, though I might bring some home for the fridge. what do you think Alfred?" She asked, amused and turning to look at the butler. The older man gave a smile. "well i for one would be VERY much honored if I could have some of Master Wayne's artwork on the fridge. But I didn't wanna speak up." he said. Waller had been worried the seemingly stuffie old butler would of been a stick in the mud when she and Bruce had first started dating, but in fact the old Englishman had helped give her pointer for dealing with his immature employer. "oh! I sowwy Alfred! I didn't even think bout that!" Bruce said, looking guilty. "Think nothing of it Master Wayne, I was just saying." "Nooo I'ma draw you a super cool picture!" Bruce promised, then grinned impishly. "Butttt not gonna tell ya what it is, it'll be a surprise!" he added with a giggle. "I shall be waiting with baited breath." Alfred chuckled and cleared the dishes away as Waller helped Bruce out of his high chair. "We should be back around 5:30ish Alfred, and I'm thinking me and Bruce would like some-" Waller started, but was cut off by her little guy as he wiggled his massive diaper butt back and forth. "Grilled cheese and fries! grilled cheese and fries!" He chanted. "heh..Grilled cheese and fries apparently." Waller said and ruffled Bruce's hair.

One half hour drive later and Bruce was crawling next to mommy as they made they're way though the hall's of Cadmus, getting amused looks and waves from staff who knew all about him, and baffled looks from those who had just been transferred. (and in one case the new head of genetics looked at her coffee she had been drinking from and dumped it in the nearest waste basket.) Getting into her office, it was almost exactly what you would expect for the head of a secret branch of the government charged with policing meta-humans and nipping problems in the bud. A high tech desk with a built in computer that could connect Waller to any database she might need, a direct line to the president him, a selection of hand guns in protective cases that only Waller could open (the glass had been installed after Bruce had mistakenly believe they were toys, thankfully no one had been hurt). The office would of had a cold and sterile feeling to it, if not for the corner of it that was dedicated JUST to Bruce. there was a patch of extra plush carpet, a small toy chest with just stuffies, a little desk (fisher price but bigger for the big baby) for him to make his drawing at and of course lots of crayons for him, and the walls were plastered with all the pictures he had made so far. Of course justifying having her big baby in the office hadn't been easy, even for Waller, at least till she pointed out just how much Wayne enterprises helped with the budget for the last line of defense against say, a rouge justice league. add in the expense of his little space was coming right from the Wayne/Waller fortune and well, The president had dropped the topic fairly quick. Bruce took his seat at his drawing table, and getting out some paper got right to work making arts, after getting a pair of headphones on that would be playing nursery music. marveling at just how god damn cute her widdle Brucie was, then brought up a chat with Rick flag so they could go over options for replacing the decreased Knock Out.

Bruce was humming away, rocking to his favorite song, 'the wheels on the bus' when he felt a cramp in his tummy. Looking up at the clock he was a little shocked, he mostly had a soiled schedule for his BM's but he knew when a poopie was brewing and it was a full 2 hours early, with it only just going onto 9:30. He looked over and Mommy was still making a call with one of her friends, and while she mostly dotted on him she had asked him to try and refrain from 'playing the butt trumpet' when she was on a call. He tried to focus on the picture he was making for Alfred, he was drawing his own superhero he had come up with, even though he knew for the most part mommy didn't like them. This superhero actually had no powers, and was like a ninja with a whole bat theme going on, and Bruce called him Bat Dude. he knew the name could use a little work but for now, it would work. As he colored in Bat dude's cape, all black of course, the cramps got worse and he leaned forward to try and help with the pressure. all that did however was bring thing to a boil and he could hear himself, even with his music playing loudly in his ear's let out a massive roar of a fart. if mommy hadn't of been on a call, and giving him a glare, Bruce almost would of been proud of it. Instead he gave a meek smile and lisped out a sorry, then made a face and stuck out his touage as the smell reached him. Looking over at mommy, who normally could take on his smelliest diaper with a bare reaction, he watched her nose twitch and she reached into her desk and brought out a scented handkerchief and pressed it to her face. "S-Sowwy.."

Rick flag did his best not to react to the sound that interrupted their call, but he was only human and the corners of his mouth were twitching as Waller was forced to grab a scented handkerchief and pressed it to her face. "Ma'am, If you need to call me back, I understand you may have other pressing concerns." He said. "I'm Muting my end of the call, but stay on for a few colonel, and I'll let you know." Waller said, hitting the button and muting Flag before he could reply. He was a good soldier and she knew he'd follow his order's anyways. Getting up from her desk she walked over to Bruce who was hunched over, holding his tummy. "are you ok sweetie?" She asked, leaning down and rubbing his back. "I..I don't think so.." Bruce said, of course having slid his head phones off as she walked over. "what's wrong Bruce?" she asked, putting a hand to his forehead and noting a slight fever for the first time. "Tummy hurts. gonna go uh-oh any second. I sowwy." Bruce whimpered, tearing up. "Shhh it's ok Bruce. you can go ahead and go uh-oh, and while you do that Mommies gonna arrange for one of her work friends to take over for her. I think somebody needs to go home, he's under the weather." she said warmly. She of course wouldn't of gone home if it was just her who was sick, having famously stayed at her desk and suffering though a Thangarian flu last year, but she wasn't gonna make her little guy suffer here when he could be looked after in the comfort of their home. As she moved back over to her desk to let Flag know he could make the final selection for the new member of task force X himself, as she trusted his judgement, as well as trying to decide between Eiling or Hamilton for taking over for her, a long booming blast came out of her little guys butt. Turning around she was almost transfixed on the site of the rapidly growing seat, and for a second wondered if maybe just maybe, if this wasn't some sorta meta human power manifesting. Sure, super human pooping would be a first but who knew with some of these freaks? She banished that thought almost right away even as the fumes from Bruce's diapers filled the office, so powerful she almost swore for a second she could SEE them. One because she had secretly had Bruce tested for the meta gene, and Two because she could never consider her little guy a 'freak'. "Guess it's a good thing we triple diapered you huh?" She asked, as Bruce was standing now, the back of his overalls straining as he grunted and groaned, but he nodded lots. "Oh god mommy, Hurts!" he whined and then sucked on his thumb, finishing his uber mess off with a last few weak sputtering farts. Alarms went off in the office as air quilty dropped, and Waller made the command decision to just make her calls from the car..as well as change Bruce outside.

After a check up with a trusted family doctor, one Leslie thompkins, Bruce was diagnosed with just a bad tummy bug..and being guilty of having been sleep waking in the middle of the night and raiding the fridge. Alfred had just assumed that Waller had been doing it since between his diapers and the high railing.. In any case there were changes to be made around the house, more baby proofing to be done, and Waller just spent the day field testing a new set of nose filters that would keep one save from toxic gasses and did a decent job with bad smells. Snuggling with he big baby on their bed, and watching tv, Waller again thought about what life might of been like with out the little stinker..and decided it wasn't worth thinking about before planting a kiss on his forehead.

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thran-duils · 4 years ago

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Doll Me Up (P.1)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,322 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

Introduction || Part Two || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

There were three voicemails when you turned your phone back on in the airport terminal.

Voicemail, 12:22am

“Y/N, I swear to GOD if you don’t answer your fucking phone the second you land, I’m going to make sure you don’t walk right for a fucking week when I get you back in my hands!”

Voicemail, 12:57am

“I am tempted to leave you stranded without any fucking money! How the fuck would you like that? Having to call me to come bail you the fuck out? I’ll make you get on your goddamn knees and beg. Call. Me.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you snickered.

Tony would never though; you found it impossible. He could not stand the thought of you not having money to shield yourself from the world if he was not there. You needed to be inside, pampered.

You snorted before listening to the next message.

Voicemail, 1:27am

“When I find out where you’ve gone, you bet your ass I’m going to be right on the plane there and you’re not going to like it when I find you! Do you understand me! So, make this easier on yourself and call me back!”

You took the opportunity to text him back.

Y/N, 3:29am

Don’t waste your time or jet fuel. Just leave me alone for a bit. God.

You dialed your friend Xavier, it going to voicemail the first time. Annoyed, you called him again, taking note it was after 3:30am. On the fourth attempt, he answered.

“What the hell do you want, Y/N? If you’re drunk and woke me up—”

Brightly, you told him, “Come get me.”

There was a moment’s pause, before he asked perplexed, “What?”

“I’m at SeaTac.”

“The hell do you mean you’re at SeaTac?”

“I flew here,” you told him nonchalantly as you could. “On a whim. And I don’t want to take an Uber alone. I’ll give you gas money! Promise.”

“Where… what?” He was groggy still.

“I’ll stay at your place for a couple nights?”

He was quiet again for a few moments before asking, “You don’t wanna get a hotel room…?”

“Of course you want to do that.”

“Bitch, I live in a studio. Why would I not want to take advantage of some more space?”

“Point taken. But ugh, hurry!” You whined, leaning against the wall. “I’m in really tall heels and I don’t have a coat. I’m cold.”

“Are you outside?”

“No, in the aiport. The dress is just really short.”

Xavier snorted at this. “Of course it is. Where’s Tony?”

“At home. We got into a fight,” you told him shortly.

“So, you flew here…?”

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna go home and see his stupid face. So, I came here. Straight from the party really. Hold on, let me check hotels in the area.” You pulled your phone down to google and scroll through options. “Ugh, I don’t wanna be downtown though. But that’s where all the nice hotels are at… Oh, this place has a renaissance Brad Pitt photo on a pillow.”

“Please. Get that. Just on principal.”

“Okay but this other place has a better bathroom set up.”

“Is that really important?”

“Yes, I want a relaxing bath. And it has a great view of the sound. There’s two-bedroom suites that don’t require extended stays. But, love, I don’t want to sleep alone… and I trust you for that.”

Xavier chortled, “Scout’s honor. Your pussy does not interest me in the slightest. What’s the name then?”

“Thompson. Get here!”

“I’m moving, I’m moving,” Xavier told you and you heard shuffling in the background of the call.

You added before he could hang up, “And bring your phone charger. And some sweats and a shirt. I meant it when I said I left directly from the party. All I’ve got is my purse.”

“You are ridiculous,” Xavier laughed. “It’s going to take me at least a half hour. Don’t let your phone die!”

Tony was calling again, and you sighed annoyed, sending him to voicemail. By now he would know your phone as at least back on and know you sent him to voicemail yet again.

Y/N, 3:41am

My phone is getting low and I need it to contact a hotel so I’m not going to answer.

Your anger was beginning to subside, but you were not ready to give in just yet.

Dialing the hotel, you waited for the front desk to answer. “Yes, I would like to set up a two-bedroom suite if there are any available? There are? Perfect. Oh, right now, please. I’ve just landed at the airport. Yes, yes of course. My card number is….”

Tony would not even have to call the credit card company at this rate with this new charge showing up.

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Two years ago…

“Are you sure that’s what you want me to do, Y/N? I could really mark you up that way,” Tony purred.

You peered over your shoulder, giving him a pleading look. You had just asked him to hit you again, wanting him to get your ass good and red before he fucked you unbridled. The clincher was that he had a nine tails he was spanking you with. He had dipped into spanking the first time he had taken you and you would be lying if you said you did not like it. You had been interested in the powerful man and had seen him take girls from the service before. When he had shown up last time, you had made sure to be in his sights and he had taken the bite. Figuratively and literally. He had left some nice little marks along your shoulder and atop your breasts that had eventually faded. You wanted more and it seemed he did too.

“Yes, please,” you said coyly.

“If you keep sounding that cute, I am not going to be able to help myself.”

You stuck out your bottom lip and he gave a throat chuckle before swinging his arm back and landing another blow across your cheeks. You made a strangled noise, jolting forward with the hit. Tony’s fingers came to your ass, dipping between your thighs.

“You like me marking you up?” he asked, his fingers playing. You nodded again. “Bite marks and all?” Another nod and he had had enough foreplay.

Tony groaned salaciously, his fingers leaving your sex and coming to tear your dress down off your breasts. The bra was gone next, your breasts bouncing free. Your dress was stuck around your middle, leaving your bottom and top half exposed.

You whimpered, feeling empty.

“Aww, princess,” Tony mockingly cooed. “Do you want me to fix it?”

You breathed, “Yes, sir.”

His cock pressed against your entrance. “I have such a desire for you… to inhale every part of you.”

“I want you to, sir.”

Tony chuckled against your neck before nipping, causing you to whimper at the pinch. “I know, princess. And that’s what I crave. I’m just simply obsessed with you, kitten.”

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You woke up to tapping on your face.

Xavier chortled when you startled awake. “Hello, darling,” he crooned.

You slapped his hand away, “Jesus, you creep. Couldn’t you have just gotten out of bed quietly and ordered breakfast?”

“Oh, I did that,” Xavier told you and you scowled, grabbing the blanket to try to yank it over your head. “But I also ordered you some blueberry pancakes!”

At the mention of them, you stilled. Muttering angrily, you threw the blanket back and grabbed your phone, checking the time. It was only 9:30am. You had only been asleep for a few hours at best. When Xavier had picked you up, you had turned your phone back on airplane mode to prevent seeing whatever texts Tony was going to be sending and any calls. You switched it off and surprisingly saw there was only one text from him. He had tried to call a couple of times but he had not left any more voicemails. He was probably testing to see if your phone was back on or not.

Tony, 4:42am

I don’t know what you’re hoping to accomplish from this other than pissing me off.

You sighed as you got out of bed, padding to the bathroom, taking your phone with you.

Xavier called from the bed, “They said less than a half hour!”

“Noted,” you returned coming to the tub and turning it on. You placed your phone on the counter and began getting undressed.

Kicking your feet up, you relaxed back into the tub. It was so warm, and you settled back in further, a smile coming across your face. There was nothing a hot bath could not soothe. You had been bruised up on your ass too many times to not know that.

Your phone rang and you groaned, knowing who it was. You sunk beneath the water, holding your breath. You could not even have one damn bath…

Footsteps echoed into the bathroom and you opened your eyes seeing Xavier peering at your phone on the counter.

You were out of the water in a second, telling him before your ears had even cleared, “Xavier, don’t—”

He had already pressed answer and held the phone up to his ear much to your horror. You could only hear his side of the conversation.

“Hello? Who’s this? Oh, you must be Tony. A friend.”

“Xavier!” you hissed. “Hang the fuck up!”

“Hmm, no. I don’t think you can talk to her. She’s busy.” Xavier paused and then shrugged as if Tony could see him. “I don’t know. She handed me the phone and she left when she saw it was you calling.”

You mouthed, “Too much!”

Xavier ignored you. “I told you she left. She doesn’t want to talk to you. Are you deaf? I already told you that.”

You were leaning halfway out of the tub damn near at this point, your hands gripping the side of the tub. “Too. Much!” you hissed at him.

“Again, I told you. She left. Don’t know where. She was wearing something pretty skimpy though.”

You were crawling out of the bath by this point and Xavier took a few steps back, a playful smile on his face. He had no idea what he was doing. And it was your damn fault by not explaining anything about who Tony was to him before this. All he knew of Tony was that he was a billionaire and your husband. He did not know his mafia ties or the nature of your relationship with him.

“Hmm, apparently I’ve overstayed my welcome. Anyways, if you want to have this convo again, let me know!” Xavier said into the phone, speaking louder with every word practically. As if Tony was trying to yell over him and Xavier was ignoring him. “Bye now!”

A pet peeve of Tony’s was being spoken over. Another was having someone else play with his toy, which was no doubt the thought going through his mind right now because he had no idea who Xavier was. Great.

“Xavier!” you exploded, standing in front of him naked, water dripping onto the floor.

“Yes? And can you put a towel on?” he asked as he placed your phone down on the counter.

You exclaimed, “That was too much! Why didn’t you listen to me and hang up the phone?” You really were worried.

He was unperturbed by your outburst though, shrugging as you snatched a towel and wrapped it around yourself. “As you told me multiple times! And cause it was funny.”

“Do you know what he would do to you if he knew who you were? No one talks to him like that!” You added for good measure. “Especially when it comes to me.”

“Well, he hasn’t let you see me in over a year!” Xavier pouted. You exhaled sharply. It was true… you only traveled when Tony permitted it. You had not been back home in such a long time. “He deprived me of you. He deserved being left behind. Didn’t you say so?”

“That I did. But next time, let me answer,” you poked him roughly on the nose. To give some insight into your relationship, you told him, “Daddy likes hearing my voice, especially when he’s in the state he’s in. Do you understand me?”

“’Daddy’?” Xavier asked, looking put off.

“Yes, he’s quite good at keeping me in line.” Xavier cocked an eyebrow and then burst out laughing. You shrugged, “Most of the time. I’m usually well behaved for him. He just made me mad.”

“I’m getting some very… dom/sub vibes here.”

“Correct.”

“Hmm, that does shed some light on why you’re so mad about that call then.”

“Yeah, you fuck!” you told him, slapping his arm.

“Well, you’ll just get some spankings.”

“I hope that’s the only thing that happens, you dick,” you snapped, seriously.

“Maybe some orgasm denial for his little… babygirl? Princess?” Xavier grinned broadly when he saw your eyes widen at the name. You slapped his arm again, harder this time, and he laughed, pulling away from you. “Is that what he calls you?”

You huffed as you got back into the tub and admitted, “Maybe.” You leveled him with a glare and said, “I’m serious though. Don’t answer the phone again. He’s already mad at me.”

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Tony had cracked his phone protector with how hard he had slammed it down on the counter after that little prick – whoever he was – had hung up on him. A million, jealous thoughts were running through his mind. Y/N was off with some other man up in Seattle – he had seen the hotel pending charge this morning when he had woken up from his short sleeping stint. She was pregnant with his goddamn kid for fucks sake, and she had the audacity to sleep with someone else.

That was something he could not abide. This was too far.

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yiqiie · 4 years ago

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wangxian fic rec list pt. 3

you can find pt. 1 here and pt. 2 here!

i think it’s about time for another update so here we are again! i have to keep reminding myself to update the notion page every time i bookmark something new so if anyone sees that the notion page is a little quiet for a few days just shoot me an ask and yell at me to update!

i have so many recommendations this time so long post ahead i am sorry! pls reblog if you can! tumblr is always iffy about links and tagging posts so this might not appear in the tags ;;

notion summary page: here (i only put my favourites in this tumblr list, so if you would like even more recommendations, please read the notion summary for basically all of my bookmarks on ao3)

something to make your heart ache

in all my dreams i drown by @idrilka

fluff, light angst, smut, post-cql

trigger warning: mentions of some graphic nightmares

will i ever stop recommending idrilka’s fics? no. this was so perfect bc while i love seeing domestic wangxian just being y’know domestic i love reading fics that examine the consequences being yllz has on wwx and the crucial journey to self-recovery it’s always so beautifully explored in each fic

sweet chaos by @eachandeverydimension

fluff, light angst, cql au, multi-chapter

this was so PERFECT it takes a lot to get me hooked into a slow burn fic bc i’m usually so impatient so when i see anything more than 12 parts i’m already backing away slowly but this had me hooked so FAST and it’s just such a beautiful story of how two people fall in love and the attention to detail is just stunning i love it when people just get chinese heritage and tradition right

the best of you by @fozmeadows

fluff, smut, light angst, modern au, multi-chapter

trigger warning: only for some chapters so pls check the tags and the notes!

lwj looking after wwx is my kink okay and i just wanna wrap him up and give him a kiss in this fic bc he’s just :(((( the domestic wangxian popped OFF here and we are all not ready i just remember binging this fic so fast bc it reads so smoothly and the dialogue between lwj and jzx? fcking comedy gold

花无百日红; the flower that withers by yiqie

fluff, angst, post-cql

trigger warning: please check the tags!

once again, is there any fic of yiqie’s that hasn’t made it onto my list? no. guys the description? the premise of this fic? everything about this fic is so beautiful and it’s just stunning execution this is a fic i come back to again and again so please read it, i don’t think any explanation will ever do it justice

build me no shrines by @wanlangji

fluff, angst, smut, post-cql, multi-chapter

the case fic to end all case fics GUYS THE DETAIL IN THIS i remember seeing it making its way around twitter and i saw case fic and immediately went :O and i read all of it in one sitting it’s SO good and wwx is just SO dumb but the wangxian pops off as usual and they kick ass while they’re at it

and they have escaped the weight of darkness by cosmicmilktea

fluff, light angst, cql au

an amnesia fic BUT NOT this fic is so beautiful and so heart-clenching i finished it so fast bc i literally could not stop the writing is just so captivating and it’s just such a soulful ending

spring days of my life by @besanii

angst

trigger warning: i read this and literally felt like i was having a heart attack bc it hurt me That Much

beth has done it again :))))) she has murdered my heart and now i’m just a lump on the floor; i needed SEVERAL days to recover from this i am not exaggerating i was literally sweating bc i felt my heart squeeze so painfully it’s literally just pure angst

something to soothe your heart

where the chaos is by darkredloveknot

fluff, smut, post-cql

guys GUYS domestic wangxian without the husband bit yet is just *squeal* this was the fic i forgot to bookmark and then i came across it again by chance and i was so RELIEVED i literally just remember this as ‘the fic where lwj carves wwx’s name into a bowl’ and it’s just so wholesome and cute and i love it

our heart beats, intertwined by xuantime

fluff, light angst, modern au

wangxian being doctors is a fic i will always stand by and get behind and this is just some pure married content i love them so much wwx is such a dumbass and we are all just like lwj, fondly looking on as he is a complete idiot but we love domestic wangxian in any form so we love this fic

a little bit everyday by w_wxsparkles

fluff, smut, light angst, modern au

lwj is so dumb and wwx is a mess we love them so much this was such a GOOD premise for a fic and now i can’t get the image of lwj wearing lip gloss out of my head but there’s just so much wangxian being wangxian here and lots of making out so YES it has mai’s stamp of approval

as you like it by cosmicmilktea

fluff, post-cql

DOMESTIC WANGXIAN let lwj be pampered agenda this was so cute and wwx just wants to love his husband thank you very much so we are all a captivated audience as domestic wangxian proves to be even MORE wangxian than usual

puzzle pieces by @yuisakii

fluff, modern au

guys yui is actually one of my favourite fic writers and this is PEAK yui content pls follow her on twt bc she makes the best twt fic threads but this is just such GOLD content bc wwx is trying so hard to be a slut and lwj is just *horny grip*

new york, i love you by @yuisakii

fluff, modern au

the gossip girl au we never thought we needed but YUI STRIKES AGAIN Y’ALL this is perfect bite sized wangxian pining for each other to each other’s faces and we just love them so so much

we sit in the sunset glow by moonsteps

fluff, light angst, rapunzel au

i have made a promise to read every single rapunzel au out there and this is the PINNACLE of rapunzel fics guys it’s so perfect i love it so much wwx is just so chaotic in his every rendition and i love him so much

an invisible string by @wangxiians

fluff, modern au

IS THERE ANYTHING TEDDII CANNOT DO? guys the description?? wangxian finding each other in every single lifetime no matter what? fck the feels popped off with this one the writing is EXQUISITE

something to make you laugh

a lot’s gonna change by etymologyplayground

fluff, modern au

i LOVE this fic bc wen qing and lwj being best friends is literally the best concept i love seeing wwx flirt and be a mess in lwj’s presence and this is all of that beautiful stuff all wrapped in and sprinkled with some mutual pining (for like 5 minutes then they make out)

save a sword, ride a socialist by @fozmeadows

fluff, smut, modern au, multi-chapter

LWJ IS SUCH A BITCH IN THIS AND I AM HERE FOR IT guys i love the fics with a stoic lwj bc yes canon continuity but pls modern lwj is 100% a bitch, esp if jzx is friend so this is just so good and every thing i never thought i needed in a fic

bodega love by @nothing-but-colour

fluff, modern au, multi-chapter

SOME WHOLESOME GROUP TEXT SHENANIGANS guys if you don’t read any other fic pls read this one it’s just so cute and so good and wangxian going on their first date and respectively FREAKING OUT about it is just so good

#mai's fic rec list!#the untamed #fytheuntamed #mdzsnet #chen qing ling #wangxian #wangxian fics #mo dao zu shi #pls reblog if you can!#i made this instead of studying cranial nerves :)))))

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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The wall and the baby (DC Universe, AU)

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anotherdayforchaosfay · 5 years ago

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I fell in the shower today.

I’m okay. Got a solid grip on the grab bar and it softened the landing. Husband is getting a shower/bathing chair for me because this isn’t the first, nor shall it be the last, time it’s happened. As for the why...

I’ve mentioned before I have an old back injury that has flared the fuck up recently. Been going on for months.

I acquired this injury from sledding when I was 14. My mother forbade me from going sledding with friends. I was 14, the hill was fantastic and so many kids were sledding. Why the fuck would I wanna miss out on something like that? I was on a disc sled, hit a rock, flew a good distance, and landed on another rock less than two inches from my spine. Wind was knocked outta me, and it took almost ten minutes for me get my legs moving. Cell phones weren’t common then; they were huge and often had to be carried in bags. No one thought to call for an ambulance. One of the friends I was sledding with suggested I sleep over because I didn’t want to get in trouble. Not even 12 hours later her dad drove me home (because I could barely walk due to pain) and told my mom to take me to the hospital. She said no, that I deserved this, it’ll be a reminder of what disobedience costs. That’s when I learned no matter how much I get hurt, she won’t care.

A large portion of my back was black and purple. Massive bruise and all kinds of ugly. Moving hurt, breathing hurt, I couldn’t lay down or sit up. My mom insisted I do chores because I went sledding when she said not to go, that this is a lesson I need to remember.

I fucking remember. Every fucking day for 22 years. Blowing on that spot causes spasms and pain so severe I can’t even breathe. There are clothes I can’t wear because they touch that spot in such a way that I’m damn near unable to move. When I was 16 I threw my back out carrying all my school books because two minutes isn’t enough time to get to my locker and then to class. The specialist I saw did an exam that hurt like fuck, had me crying and my mother calling me a wimp. He told her this is a nerve cluster that’s like a scar but rather than being visible it causes me pain. He told her I need surgery, that getting it done while I’m younger is safer and better for me because recovering is easier when young. She said no because I’m just being wimpy. I was given muscle relaxants, a board to lay on, a note saying I can’t go to school for at least a week, and another note telling my teachers I need more time between classes and need to use a wheelie bag (those were forbidden back then and really expensive).

The pain has gotten worse every year. My mother still thinks I deserve it, that I’m just wimpy. My father had no say because he was in another country at the time the injury happened. Military thing called TDY.

I’m seeing my doctor on the 27th; it’s the earliest appointment I could get. I’ll be requesting a referral to a physical therapy clinic that also has a massage therapist (the only way my insurance will cover this at all), a muscle relaxant, and a referral to a specialist to get this taken care of.

When the pain spikes, so does my vertigo. I have constant vertigo, frequent dizzy spells, and recently both have gotten worse. Hence falling in the shower. We have all furniture corners cover with baby-safe cushioning because I bump into things a lot. While looking at apartments (we’re moving in July) I’m looking for places without stairs. A few years ago I fell down the two steps we had in our home and gave myself a concussion. No idea how long I was out, but stairs are not good for me. Especially now.

Sitting at my computer for more than half an hour hurts like hell. My recliner is the only place I get any relief, however minor it is. Quilting is slower because various movements make the pain shoot up. Normally the pain is sitting at a constant 6; I’m used to it, no big deal. It’s now sitting at an 8 and spikes to a 9.5. I pass out at a 10, and have experienced that 10 when my IUD broke in 2010. That’s another story for another day.

The only thing my mother taught me is that no matter how much pain I’m in, no matter the severity of my injuries, telling her won’t mean a damn thing. My pain tolerance is insanely high, but she calls me a wimp anyway. I fell asleep when I got my tattoos, one of which covers the majority of my left ankle and goes up to my knee. The endorphins release had me really sleepy and I napped for the three hours of the tattoo work. I fall asleep during most dental appointments because the pain and discomfort release endorphins and make me sleepy. I have injured myself during seizures, been hit by three cars, suffered a concussion, tore a ligament in my wrist after a bad fall down a set of stairs (and suffered it for 5 years before proper diagnosis and surgery), and a whole hell of a lot of other injuries. Not to mention the self-harm I inflicted on my legs (no one questions small cuts when I shaved my legs) for over a decade.

I’m dealing with severe vertigo, extreme pain that has actually made me cry, and I’m pissed the fuck off. It’s taken me THIS FUCKING LONG to realize my parents weren’t only neglectful of me but also abusive. It was little and big things, and only with the help of my current counselor have I been able to face what has happened to me. My sisters were pampered and given all the positive love and affection. I’m the eldest and “should be setting an example”. Constantly asked “why can’t you be more like your sisters” and punished when I got anything lower than a B. Though the neglect they threw at me when I got a B certainly fucking qualifies.

I don’t know how I can ever bring this up with my parents. They will never believe they did anything wrong. I will never get an apology. Nothing will change other than a massive rift in the family for which I’ll be blamed.

For those who are unaware of a small detail, I rarely cry. I was shamed for crying, for being emotional, wimpy, too sensitive, etc. I learned how to cry silently. Having severe allergies made my sniffling nose easy to mask. When something makes me cry, it’s an event. I’m getting better at crying, but when it’s pain that’s setting it off, it’s bad. My husband is mad with worry because he’s seeing me cry from pain that I’ve been masking for years. He hates that I hold all this in. He cries openly, he’s sensitive, sympathetic, empathetic, and has none of the toxic masculinity (he claims it’s due to being raised in a house of women). I’ve been enjoying edibles for several weeks now to help deal with the pain, but I can’t have them daily for many reasons. I’m allergic to nearly every pain medication, and the one I’m not allergic to (aleve) has no effect on this. It helps with migraines, fevers, and my wrist, but not my back.

I know my doctor will help me. She’s an amazing doctor, she listens to me, hears me, asks the right questions and never shames me for the ones I ask. She’ll likely insist on me seeing a specialist because this isn’t something I ought to be forced to live with for the rest of my life. She’ll also mark the massage therapy as medically necessary, which is the only way Medicare will cover it (I’m disabled and on SSDI).

Please don’t reblog this, but you can reply. I’m full of pain and anger and hurt right now. JFC I’m gonna cry again. The more sugar coating I remove from my past, the more I really look at my childhood and growing up, the more I realize how horrible things were for me. Like many victims of childhood abuse and neglect, I’ve pushed a vast amount of it away. Don’t want to look at it, don’t want to think about it, but 2019 was the year I began to heal. Now the ugly part is finally coming around. The worst part of moving in July will be losing my counselor and doctor.

#Chaosfay Talks #not for reb@gelling #do not reb00gle

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kristallioness · 6 years ago

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Blanket fever

Summary: Katara spends the morning in bed while Aang takes care of her.

Word count: 3,555

Author's note: A collaboration between me and @thecaroliner, which turned out really nice and fluffy (I hope!). She helped provide me with some headcanons for this story, along with the ideas I originally had and wanted to write this time. I imagine it takes place shortly after the events in "Imbalance". The ending is dedicated to this scene from "Call the Midwife", where Barbara passes away as Tom (her husband) and Phyllis (her best friend) recite a psalm. I happened to watch this episode the evening after I'd started writing this story and I knew that this would be a perfect ending. Except that Katara doesn't pass away, she just falls asleep in Aang's arms while he reads a book to her.

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Katara turned on her other side, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sun shined through the window of their temporary apartment, provided by the owner of Earthen Fire Industries, Lao Beifong himself. She propped herself up against the luxurious pillows to have a look outside.

"Brrr!"

She gritted her teeth and fell back in bed, pulling the blanket around herself like a cocoon. Her shivers had only gotten worse by the morning.

She noted the empty side of the bed next to her. Aang had probably got up a long time ago. Not to mention that from the short glance she managed, she'd spotted several nonbenders buzzing around outside the factory. What time was it anyway?

The door leading to their shared bedroom opened with a creak and her boyfriend tried to stumble inside as quietly as he could, all while walking backwards and carrying a tray of food. His face lit up once he spun around.

"Oh, Katara! You're awake."

"M-morning, Aang. What t-time is it? And h-how long did I sleep?"

He put the tray on the small nightstand next to their bed, then perched himself on the edge and scooted closer to her. She hummed when he combed a few loose strands of hair off her face and gave a peck on her temple. His presence alone helped her feel better.

"It's 10 in the morning-"

"Already!?" she panicked, almost wanting to jump out of bed. But his hands came to her shoulders to restrain her and calm her down.

"..and you slept for 12 hours. You seemed so poorly when I woke up early this morning, so I thought I'd let you get some rest."

Katara sighed and shut her eyes again in an attempt to block out the bright daylight shining through the window. She sensed his fingers caress her cheek and, shortly after, a much cooler palm landed on her forehead.

"You still have a fever."

"Really? What was your first clue?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Let's see.. You're burning up, your cheeks are flushed.. I can see you shaking like a leaf underneath that blanket."

"Well, you don't look too hot yourself," she remarked, having noticed the slight bags under his eyes.

"That might be because I stayed up half the night watching you toss and turn and moan through your sleep."

Her face dropped.

"I.. I did? Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie! I didn't mean to keep you up all night," she said, wriggling a hand out of the cocoon to grab his own and offer an apology. Aang chuckled, tucking her back in since he could see shivers run down her bare arm.

"That's okay, Katara. I couldn't sleep anyway. I was worried and wanted to keep an eye on you."

She smiled, sitting up for a second to let him fluff the pillows behind her back.

"Thanks! I appreciate it."

After he'd helped her lie back down in bed, Aang reached for the spoon and plate of jook, breathing on the steaming dessert to cool it down.

"I made you some jook for breakfast. I hope you like it."

He blew on each spoonful, adding a sliver of jam to the side before feeding it to her. Katara licked her lips clean of the sweet red jello, peeking at the center of the plate. He'd dropped a rather huge pile of it in the middle.

"Mmm! Is this strawberry jam?"

"Yeah, I figured that eating plain jook might make you sick, so I added some jam to make it even sweeter. Just like you."

She giggled when he pinched her cheek, after which she allowed him to feed her the rest of the rice porridge. Aang offered her a glass of cold, refreshing juice to drink.

"Can someone let me in, please?"

She quirked an eyebrow when she heard her brother's voice behind the door. Aang scurried across the room to pull it completely open so Sokka could enter. He carried a rather large basin filled with water inside and put it down near the foot of the bed.

"Here you go, sis!"

"Uhh, what's this for?" she wondered, pointing a finger towards the basin. Sokka snaked a hand around the airbender's neck.

"Aang asked me to boil some water on the kettle for your foot bath."

"But.. don't you remember what mom said? Wouldn't that make my fever worse?"

The boys shared a knowing look.

"Not if I control the temperature with my firebending. Sokka and I already thought about that. I won't let the water get too hot. So, you can take the bath as soon as you feel up for it and when your fever isn't rising.."

He ran his hand over her clammy forehead for a second. She wasn't visibly shaking under the sheets anymore.

"Which, I'd say, is right about now. What do you say, sweetie? Do you wanna take a foot bath?"

Katara nodded and let Aang grab her arms to help her sit up. She shifted closer to the basin near the edge of the bed while Sokka walked over and helped adjust the blanket so it'd cover her back and shoulders.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome, sis. Oh, one more thing! I almost forgot to bring this.."

He pulled her comb out of his pocket and handed it into Aang's hands instead. When she tried to take it back, he wouldn't let her get her hands on it.

"Nuh-uh! Just sit back and enjoy the pampering, Katara. I wanna comb your hair today."

"Sweetie, I'm more than capable of combing my own hair. You don't have to do that-"

"But I want to. You're not feeling well and, as long as I'm here, I'm gonna do everything I can to ease your suffering."

She couldn't argue with that. She locked her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into her boyfriend's tummy, letting out a content hum.

"And that's my cue to leave you two lovebirds alone."

She didn't pay attention to her brother's teasing until he stepped beside her, stroking her head a couple of times and whispering into her ear.

"I'll come check on you later, okay?"

"Sounds good, Sokka," she murmured to him in a similarly caring tone, after which he really left the two of them alone.

Katara leaned forward and dipped a finger into the water before she felt certain that she could carefully lift her feet in there, too.

"Is it hot enough?"

She lowered them into the water bit by bit, supporting her heels against the bottom of the basin first, then letting the rest of the sole in and finally her toes as well. She sighed in relief.

"Yeah, my feet just need to get used to it."

Aang sat next to her and scooted closer to help her freshen up. She let him pull the beads off her hair loopies and unclip the clip holding the rest of her hair together on the back. It wasn't serving its purpose after such a rough night's sleep. Her brown locks were all over the place.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, making sure that her bare arms would remain covered with it while Aang worked on untangling some knots. She never understood how he could run the comb through her hair so smoothly. And he was much more patient with handling knots than she was on a bad hair day. Was it in his nature to be careful with these kind of things, because he was afraid of hurting her if he pulled too hard?

"Do you need me to heat up the water now? It's been a few minutes since we started."

She stirred the nearly lukewarm water around with her feet.

"Yes, but how are you gonna do that?"

"Keep your feet apart and tell me when to stop."

Aang took a deep breath and, as soon as she'd spread her legs to either side of the basin, he puffed out a stream of steam in the center. Katara let him go on for a couple of more seconds before it became unbearable.

"Okay, that's enough!"

Once the remaining steam had cleared, she met her reflection in the still water. She watched Aang's fingers dance through strands of her hair near her temples with the utmost care. He curled a thicker bunch around his finger to slip the bead through it, forming both hair loopies that way. He brought them together at the back of her head and fastened them with the clip.

Her attention turned back to her own reflection when he began brushing her loose hair as a finishing touch. Her fever had fallen, but she could spot a faint tint of red on her cheeks. Her baggy eyes from the restless night seemed even worse than his. She really did look terrible.

"Don't worry, Sokka's gonna cover for us in the council today.. Want me to heat it up again?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. One more time. I don't wanna keep my feet in for too long when I'm feverish."

Aang did like she asked, then placed her comb on the nightstand and got up from bed.

"I'm gonna go get you some clean water, and a towel for drying your feet. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks, sweetie. I'm good."

He hurried out of the room for a minute to fetch the stuff he'd prepared. Katara stirred the warm water with her feet while she still could in the meantime. She had to pause for a moment when a sudden coughing fit hit her. Great, now she was developing a cough, too.

"Katara? Did you say something?" the airbender exclaimed from the corridor.

"Nah! It was just a cough," she answered as he returned to his seat beside her, tossing the towel on the mattress.

"You weren't coughing before."

"I guess I must be getting sicker," she shrugged.

"Well, in that case, I just have to take care of you twice as good."

He planted a kiss in her hair to cheer her up, then held a bowl filled with water in front of her nose.

"Here, you can wash your face with this. Maybe it'll help you feel a little better."

Katara heeded his advice, splashing her face with the cold water to clean every inch. She paid extra attention to the corners of her mouth, still sticky from the jam she'd licked off earlier. She patted her cheeks and wiped her forehead several times to help bring her fever down.

Aang handed her the towel once she was done, waiting until she dried her face and then both her feet. While she was busy, he reached inside his sash and revealed a pair of yellow woollen socks.

"I brought you something, too."

"The socks I knit for you during our first winter together as a couple? Aww, sweetie! You shouldn't have.."

He squatted down and grabbed her left foot first, still red from staying in the burning water for so long, and helped her pull them on her bare feet.

"It took me a while to find them among our luggage on Appa's saddle. But I thought these would be perfect for keeping your feet warm after the hot bath. At least that's what Sokka said that you should do."

"He's right."

Katara wiggled her toes in her new fuzzy footwear, admiring the familiar patterns she'd spent hours working on. Aang grabbed her shoulders and coaxed her back into bed.

"And now, bed rest. Healer's orders."

"Who's the healer around here?" she asked with a sly smile while he flipped the blanket over and tucked her in with the dry side.

"You are. But Sokka also said that you should stay in bed and cool down after a foot bath."

She pouted, knowing far too well that her brother was right again. That was the way her mother used to treat colds when she was a little girl.

"Besides, I'm not going anywhere. Next up, a mandatory cuddling session!"

"A what now?" she barely uttered before Aang was already climbing into the bed and snuggling up to her left side.

She started laughing when his arms snaked around her torso, unintentionally tickling her near her ribs. But her own hands moved along a trail she'd treaded several times before, enveloping him in her embrace so naturally once they'd both settled down.

"Are you cosy?"

"Yeah, except that my feet are itching like crazy," she claimed, rubbing them against each other to fight the tingling sensation. It wasn't helping much.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Katara, but could you stay still for a minute? Maybe two?"

"Why?"

"I wanna check how bad that cough of yours is, but I can't concentrate if you're fidgeting."

"Oh, let me help you out a little.."

Aang obliged by lifting his head so she could tug at the straps of her lilac tunic, slipping them over her shoulders to bare her skin a bit more. She helped guide his right ear back onto her chest, above her heart, to be exact.

"Is this better?"

She took the silence, along with the approving hum and nod, as a 'yes' and remained quiet for a while. Her fingers traced a path across the wrinkles of his sash, over the hump of his shoulder, up his neck and stopped on his warm cheek. She tilted her head to get a better look at his face.

"Aang?.. I think you might've caught my fever."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're blushing."

At first, she started giggling when he patted his cheek to check. But then her giggling turned into a coughing fit and she had to take a moment to catch her breath.

"Sorry! I'll stay quiet now.."

He smiled at that. Aang laced his fingers with her own, resting their entwined hands in front of his lips to give hers a gentle kiss. Katara sensed how he slowly let go, sliding his hand down to her wrist and softly pressing two fingers into her skin to take her pulse.

"How is it?" she whispered, tenderly running her free hand over his head.

"Do you want an honest answer?"

"Mhmm," she said, nodding.

"Okay. Even though you have a cough, you're still a pretty good airbender."

She chuckled.

"Is that your way of saying that my breathing is okay?"

"Yes. It's even, you're not gasping for air.. I don't see anything wrong with your breathing. At least nothing worth worrying about for now."

"What about here?" she wondered, slipping a finger under his chin and scratching near the spot where his ear was pressed to her chest. The tickling made the airbender laugh.

"Your heart has a nice little beat to match your pulse."

Katara released another short giggle as Aang laid his hand on top of hers, pressing it flat against her chest. She became a lot more self-conscious when she could feel her heart flutter against her palm.

"You're right. It's going pretty fast. Probably because of the fever."

"True. But it's strong, like a shield protecting a warrior from blows during a battle. It's steady like a Southern Water Tribe boat sailing through sea during a calm, swayed in the rhythm of the slow waves.."

"Oh, Aang.."

"But most importantly, it's full of love.. and kindness.. and compassion.. and hope. I can hear it. It's kind of contagious."

Katara kissed Aang's head while he listened to her chest and poured her over with compliments. Her hands locked around him and gave him a good squeeze.

"Mmm.. Thank you, sweetie. That means a lot."

"You're welcome, Katara. Do you know what would make this morning even better?"

"No.. what?"

He propped himself up on his elbow and planted a kiss above her heart, pulling the straps of her tunic back up on her shoulders. She hummed as he rolled over and reached for the top drawer of the nightstand, shuffling inside until he picked up a book.

"Something to read."

"Where'd you get that?"

"I found it on the bookshelf in the living room. It's a book about legends from hundreds of years ago," Aang said as he fluffed two of his pillows before he sat up a bit and snuggled up to Katara's side again, locking one arm around her to hold her close.

"I started reading this one story last night when I couldn't sleep and waited until you weren't so restless anymore."

"What's it about?" she wondered, lacing her fingers with his on her shoulder and nuzzling the side of her face against his chest.

"This particular story talks about some sort of an all-powerful spirit who befriended a human. I don't know what happens in the end since I fell asleep halfway through. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes, please," she murmured. Aang gave her a kiss on her sweaty temple and began flipping through the pages to find the place where he left off last time.

"Okay, here it is.. Over the span of a year, the all-powerful spirit walked the same path as the human. She followed him everywhere he went, to all the four corners of the world. Just so you know, the spirit's supposed to be a woman and the human was a young man."

"Mmm.." Katara merely hummed, letting him continue after he'd clarified.

"She learned about the ways of human beings, of their darkest desires and lightest dreams. Being so close to one, she saw far more than any other spirit ever could.

She witnessed the beginning of life and the joy of a young child's laughter. The hardship of love and the fortune that came from starting a family. The great sorrow of a mortal's spirit coming to an end in their world and passing on to her own realm. One might say the all-powerful spirit lived through an entire lifetime of a human in just a year.."

Katara let out a quiet yawn and closed her eyes, pricking up her ears until slumber would eventually conquer her.

"..The human she was travelling with stumbled upon communities who proved to her how they could overcome times of crisis if they worked together. How well humans could protect each other, others around them and preserve their natural surroundings at the same time. Destruction and rebuilding worked hand in hand. She felt their inner struggles and took pride when justice prevailed.

In time, her black-and-white prejudice of their species had completely blurred into different shades of grey. There was never an easy solution to any kind of problem that the humans had to face. Much like the spirits, who had shared this world with them for centuries.."

Aang paused when he felt Katara's hand slip out of his and fall down onto her tummy. She could sense him staring at her, pondering whether he should say something or not.

"Katara?"

"Hmm?" she hummed in return, but she didn't open her eyes to look at him.

"Are you sleeping?"

"Almost."

He decided not to bother her anymore and let her get some rest. He dropped the book in his lap and caressed her slightly less flushed cheek with the back of his hand, waiting for her to fall asleep.

Katara didn't say another word for the rest of the morning, after she'd whispered her last request.

"Keep reading. I like listening to your voice. It's so.. serene. And soothing."

And he did. Aang grinned and kissed the top of her head, then tucked her under the blanket so she wouldn't feel cold.

Provided she didn't start shivering again and more beads of sweat formed on her face, he felt sure that her fever wasn't rising. He dipped the towel into the bowl of leftover cold water and pressed the damp spot against her forehead every now and again, which helped keep her temperature down.

He picked up the book and continued reading until he finished the story of this legend, long after she'd fallen asleep in his arms, her mild snores being the only sound that accompanied his voice.

"..And as long as the all-powerful spirit was within him, he didn't need to fear no evil. Because she was his protector. She became a part of his conscience, shining her guiding light towards peace and harmony, helping him return balance to the world.

She was his inner fire when he needed the energy to accomplish his goals. She was his breath of fresh air when he was struggling to find his way out of the smoke. She was his ocean that helped him drift to shore when he felt like drowning in worries. She was his steady rock when his entire world came crashing down.

To defend her was to give him strength. To love her was to give him breath. Through years of training and practising the four bending disciplines, the all-powerful spirit and human formed an unbreakable bond and they could never ever be separated again.

The ancients have spoken her name, but it has since been lost in history books. Now, the human, who shall forever carry her along within their soul from one lifetime to another, is the sole reminder of her existence in our mortal world. The great bridge between humans and spirits. The Avatar."

#the original Gaang #Kataangtag #Kataang #Aang #Katara #Sokka #ATLA #Imbalance #my fanfiction #mine #shards of Kristal

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hookedonapirate · 6 years ago

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To Play the Game (and win your heart)

Summary: Some people would call it a job, but to Emma and her sister, Milah, it’s a game of the heart. Play by the rules and you’ll never get hurt.

Whatever you call swindling wealthy men out of their money, this con-artist duo has it down to a tee. Milah sets up an available, rich man and gets him to marry her. Emma seduces and lures the husband into having an affair so he’ll get caught in the act. He then loses his money in the ensuing divorce.

The sisters wear a coat of armor around their hearts to keep them intact, but when they set their sights on their next mark, professional golfer Killian “Hook” Jones, Emma never imagined how hard the game could be and how easily her heart could be stolen—especially when she switches roles with Milah and becomes the one exchanging vows with the gorgeous multi-millionaire. Heartbreakers AU.

Artwork by: @distant-rose

Rating: Mature for connivery, vixen behavior and sexual themes.

Content Warnings: This story deals with conning and manipulation and also mentions/includes children with various disabilities, and also .

Author’s Notes: There's two more chapters after this, and I'm so sad this story is coming to end soon but I've had so much fun reading all of your reviews. Because someone had mentioned this, I wanted to clarify that Killian's character is in no way based on Jack in Heartbreakers, in case you've seen the movie and haven't already figured that out, and I love that one of you mentioned it! Killian may be a fool in love, but he's certainly not a hopeless spineless sap, so please don't expect Emma to be let off scot-free - but you will see how things turn out very soon. Here we go!

Thank you @captainswanbigbang and all of the moderators for organizing the event and for all of your help throughout the process.

A huge shout out goes to @ilovemesomekillianjones for all of her help with this fic. She really kicked some butt while beta reading, and if not for her, this story would not be what it is. And thank you @wellhellotragic for pointing out a few dumb mistakes as well.

Thank you @distant-rose for stepping in as my artist. She is so talented and I can’t wait for everyone to see all of the art she has planned for this fic. She even made me a playlist for this story including Emma’s and Milah’s theme song, Homewrecker by Marina and the Diamonds, and some other great tracks that fit well with the theme of the fic.

Thank you @onceuponaprincessworld for all of her feedback and for her constant support and for letting me bounce ideas off of her during the process. Thank you @teamhook for her help and ideas with scenes I was struggling with.

There are 12 chapters, and I will be posting every Tuesday, so let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Chapter 10: Final Round

~Rule #10: Keep your eyes on the finish line. You're about to rip the rug from underneath his feet, flip his world upside down and destroy everything he’s worked so hard for, so whatever you do, don’t let anything or anyone get in your way, no matter what. Put on the show of your life, but your heart must remain of steel when you rip his out and let it crumble in between your fingers.~

The early morning light illuminates softly through the bedroom windows, creating a warm glow in the room. Killian is lying on his stomach as he starts to stir in the tangled blankets and sheets, the delicious aroma of coffee intriguing his senses. Turning his head away from the intrusive light, he instinctively reaches out towards the other side of the bed, but instead of finding his wife, he finds her side empty. Gradually opening his groggy eyes, he lifts his head to confirm his Swan is not there.

Mustering the energy from his tired bones, he slowly makes his way out of bed, pulls on a pair of boxers and goes in search of her.

He once again finds Emma sitting out on the terrace, this time in a light blue nighty, staring out over the ocean and nursing a coffee. He doesn't blame her though. The sound of the waves and seagulls are soothing, and the gentle breeze feels quite perfect.

Killian grins at the sight and comes up behind her, wrapping her up in his embrace. “Aren't I the one who's supposed to be the early riser?” he teases playfully.

Emma shudders in his hold, turning her head and offering a smile smile. “I just woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep.”

“How come, darling? What's on your mind?”

Emma shrugs softly. “I just realized last night how little we really know about each other.” She turns around in his arms, looking up at him. “I mean, aren't married couples supposed to know every little thing, like the tattoos they have and what the other likes in bed? We've never even seen each other naked until last night.”

Killian’s features fall in disappointment. Was he not adequate enough for her? He thought she’d enjoyed their lovemaking as much as he had, but maybe he was mistaken. “Was I… did I do something wrong?” he asks, worry lacing his tone.

Emma shakes her head, a smirk curving her lips. “No, of course not. You were... incredible.”

Killian sighs in relief, his expression relaxing a bit. “Then what's the problem, sweetheart?” he asks softly. “Not all couples have sex before marriage.”

“I know… but those people normally know everything else about their partner. And we didn’t. We still don't.”

“Emma, we have from now until the end of time to get to know each other,” he points out in a hopeful tone. “Are you regretting getting married too soon?”

Emma shakes her head, pursing her lips in contemplation, her eyes full of conflict. “No, I'm not, I just... there are some things I need to tell you.”

Killian places the pad of his index finger on her lips to stop her from saying anything more. “It can wait. Our honeymoon is supposed to be relaxing, not stressful,” he reminds her.

Emma looks like she still wants to tell him something, but right now he has other ideas as he takes the coffee cup from her hand and places it on the outdoor table.

“I want my wife to feel pampered and loved appropriately, not worried or discouraged.” Before she can respond, Killian is running his hands down her exquisite curves, following the trail down her clothed body with his lips. She shows him no resistance and is already responding with a soft moan, her body molding into his touches.

He kneels down in front of his sweet goddess, lifting her leg over his shoulder. She braces back against the railing as he sneaks his head underneath her gown and uses his mouth and fingers on her, caressing her folds and enjoying her sweetness on his tongue. Hearing her soft curses above him, he eagerly explores his wife, devouring her in his mouth and pumping his fingers into her heat. It's not long before he’s pulling her into the abyss, her walls fluttering around his tongue as she offers all of her essence to him, crying out into the open, morning air.

Licking his lips, he picks her up and carries her back to bed where they display their affections with gentle caresses, satisfying strokes and sweet kisses. They explore every inch of skin, every line and every curve, memorizing and getting to know each other’s body more thoroughly. They stay in bed long into the late afternoon until they finally remove themselves to shower and make breakfast together.

$*$*$

Emma wants to stay on the island with Killian forever, but alas, real life forces them to go back. After getting back from their honeymoon very late, Emma drives to work early in the morning, while he visits the driving range.

She has this foreign feeling blooming inside her. She’s never been this happy before, and can’t say she hates the feeling. There’s just a tiny problem of having to tell Milah to call off the con, though, but she hopes to quickly rectify that.

She dials Milah’s number during her drive to work and it rings a few times before her sister answers.

“Hey?” Milah’s words are laced with confusion. Emma really has no reason to call her, because the plan is already set in motion. They never talk to each other between the wedding and the carefully planned affair, so neither will get doubts or mixed feelings, and neither one will be influenced by the other to back out. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…” Emma takes a deep, shaky breath, not sure how to form in words what she wants to tell her sister. “Actually, no, not really,” she confesses, the inside of her stomach twisting with nerves, like it’s filled with snakes.

“What is it? If you’re worried about how things will go, please don't. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

“It’s not that,” Emma begins, and she’s feeling conflicted. She knows she has to fess up and tell Milah the truth, but at the same time she doesn’t want to disappoint her sister. She also doesn't want to hurt Killian. It’s a lot like she’s choosing between them, and her loyalty should be leaning towards Milah, but her heart is going off in an entirely different direction. “I’m calling off the con,” Emma blurts out loud, and the silence on the other end of the line is deafening. Emma starts to panic, not knowing exactly how Milah is reacting to this.

“You wanna what?” Milah questions finally, after an eternity, or so it feels, her tone hinting towards anger and irritation.

Emma’s heart is hammering so fast, she’s not sure if she can tell her sister how she really feels exactly. “I… I can’t go through with it.”

Milah emits a strangled noise and Emma has to hold the phone away, her features twisting in confusion. Is Milah really laughing?

Holding the phone to her ear again, Emma can still hear her laughing for several more seconds before the sound finally dies in Milah’s throat.

“Oh Emma, that’s a good one. You really had me going for a sec.”

“No, I’m serious, Mi. I can’t go through with this.”

“And why not?” Milah’s tone is much more serious, and Emma can tell she is not thrilled by this revelation.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Emma throws around the idea of telling her the truth because isn’t that the whole point of this conversation—to tell Milah the truth? “Because I’m in love with Killian.”

Again there is silence, and it’s completely overwhelming. She needs something; any sort of response will do, really, but there’s nothing for what feels like several minutes.

“Milah?”

“I cannot believe this. You’re the one who begged me to go along with this. Ever since you saw that damn golfer, you have nothing but insisted that he is the one who will get us to Hawaii.”

“Milah—”

“No, let me finish.” Her tone is sharp, full of fire as she continues. “You swore up and down you could do this. You said ‘trust me, sis. I won’t let you down, I promise,’ so I agreed, even though I knew it wasn’t the best decision.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help the way I feel. Do you really think I wanted this? I mean after everything we’ve done so far, do you think I wanted to let you down? It hurts like hell knowing I did,” Emma admits, her voice cracking with apology. “I really wanna make this up to you, but right now I just need to know you won’t go through with this.”

Mialah sighs through the phone, and Emma can sense her resolve is weakening. “Fine, I won’t. Your feelings are more important than the con.”

Emma is flooded with relief, and she takes a deep breath, releasing all of the stress she had felt from thinking about Milah going through with the plan. “Thank you Mi. I really owe you one.”

“Big time,” Milah agrees with a laugh.

Emma smiles, knowing that everything will be okay. Or at least she hopes. She still has to tell Killian the truth, as much as it will hurt. She cares for him too much to not tell him. She just hopes she doesn't lose him after she does. “How about I start off with a thank you meal from TooJay’s Deli after I get out of work,” Emma offers, knowing their corned beef and pastrami sandwich is Milah’s favorite.

“I’ll take it,” Milah accepts rather quickly, her words edged with excitement. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

Emma looks at the clock below her dashboard. It normally takes fifteen minutes to get from Marco’s to her house, but since she has to stop at the deli first, she knows it will be longer than that. “Well, based on the traffic, I wanna say two, two thirty is that too late?”

“No it's perfect. Can’t wait.”

$*$*$

Entering the driving range he’s grown so familiar with, Killian wipes the sweat from his brow. He’s prepared for a morning of practice in the sweltering heat, reflecting on the honeymoon and the wonderful time he’d had with Emma.

Killian knew he’d be taking a risk proposing so soon and getting married not long after, but he doesn’t regret any of it. He’s incredibly happy, and he never thought he could be—not until Emma had entered his life.

He’s looking forward to the future awaiting him and his wife—a future of Emma being by his side, both of them supporting each other in any possible way, a future of loving Emma until his heart no longer beats in his chest. He’s also looking forward to telling the whole world he’s married to the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“Hook, I should’ve known you’d be back here practicing for the next game right after your honeymoon.”

Regina’s playful words surprise him before he can hit the ball in front of him, and he looks over, seeing her striding over to him holding a manilla envelope in her hands. Still gripping onto the club, he greets her with a blushing smile before returning his focus to the range in front of him. “So you’ve heard?” He swings and hits the ball, letting it cut through the air, and he watches it land before turning around to face Regina once more.

The woman nods, closing the distance between them and standing in front of him. “Did you really think you could hide it from me?”

“And let me guess who told you—Mary Margaret?”

Regina laughs. “Come on Hook, you know she can’t keep a secret to save her life.”

Killian nods in agreement. He likes to give his agent the benefit of the doubt, but she’s been known to let things slip out once in a while when she gets too excited. “So, what can I do you for?”

Her face becomes more serious, concern washing over her features. “Look, Killian, I really wish you would have told me you were getting married to Miss Swan, because then I could’ve warned you.”

“It’s Mrs. Swan-Jones now,” he corrects, lifting a brow as his smile dims; he suddenly has a bad feeling in the pit of stomach. “Warn me about what?”

Regina sighs and peers down at the folder in her hands. “Well you know whenever I have a bad feeling about something, I can’t let it go. I end up turning to Sydney to gather information and ease my mind.”

“Regina, who did you spy on?” he demands, growing irritated. He hates when she uses Sydney to do her dirty work. Hell, he hates that she always has to go digging up dirt in the first place. Everyone has a thing or two from the past they want to keep buried, so what gives this woman the right to go and uncover those things and stir up trouble?

“Killian, I don’t know how to tell you this. Maybe we should go inside so you can sit down for this?” she suggests, glancing up at him.

“I’m fine right here. Just tell me,” he says, agitation lacing his words. He doesn’t like to be interrupted during his practice, to be messed with, and Regina has a really bad habit of doing that.

“Alright fine, I’ll be up front with you then. Emma Swan is not who you think she is.”

Anger bubbles under his skin. This woman had the audacity to go and dig up information on his wife? “Bloody hell, Regina, I don’t wanna hear this.”

“Oh believe me, you need to know this. The woman is playing you.”

Killian’s already heard enough. He turns around, sliding his club into his bag. “I don’t believe this. I’m finally happy, and you have to go and try to spoil it for me. I’m leaving.” He picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Wait, please Killian,” she begs, and he can sense the concern and urgency in her voice, but he doesn’t want to hear about it.

“If you had concerns about her, you should’ve come talk to me, not go behind my back and—”

“I know, but I didn’t. Instead I do what I do best. I panicked and had to find out more information. I’m sorry Killian, but none of that changes the fact that Miss Swan is a gold digger and Miss Byrd is not an interior decorator. Her real name is Milah Raven, and she's going to try and get you to have an affair. It’s all part of their scheme. They’re only trying to screw you over so they can run off with your money.”

“Just stop,” he begs sharply. “I’ve heard enough. How can you just waltz over to me and accuse my wife of such things?”

“Because I care about you. And I can prove to you that Miss Swan and Miss Raven have done this many times before.”

He scoffs and looks her dead in the eye as he steps close to her with a threatening glare, speaking in a more quiet volume. “You don’t give a bloody damn about me. All you care about is your precious country club. Whatever you think you have on her, I want you to burn, or I will never come back to this place ever again, you got it?” he demands, his eyes clouding with rage.

Regina nods, swallowing thickly. “Got it.”

With that, he turns and walks away, angry and irritated and wanting to get into his vehicle and drive away as fast as he possibly can.

Back at home, he can’t stop thinking about what Regina has told him. He peers down at his wedding ring, moving it around his finger. Is it possible Emma has been playing him this whole time?

No, it can’t be true. His amazing Swan would never do that.

Or would she?

When he'd first met her, she wouldn't even go on a date with him. A month later, she's agreed to marry him? There's falling fast and hard for someone, but this was too fast, wasn't it?

No, he refuses to believe his lovely Swan is anything other than who he knows her to be. Regina has all of her facts wrong.

Killian guzzles down a bottle of water and goes upstairs, charging his phone which is only at five percent. He and Emma had engaged in some incredible morning lovemaking before she’d left, and he’d forgotten his phone battery was almost dead. Once his phone is connected to the charger, he takes a refreshing shower to rid the sweat from his skin after being out in the heat.

As the hot water cascades over him, his wife floods his thoughts, and he looks forward to her coming home in the evening after she's packed some more of her things to bring over. He’d asked if he could help with anything, but she’d refused. Come to think of it, every time he’s asked about going over to her house, she always supplies him with an excuse, saying her apartment is messy or that she prefers being at his place. Now Regina has him thinking she’s living with this Milah person she had mentioned, but Killian refuses to let her words get inside his head.

After his shower, he goes downstairs, catching the PGA at the Quicken Loans National on the telly when he hears a knock on the door. Turning off the game, he stands from his comfortable spot on the sofa, wondering who could be at the door. He knows it's not Emma because for one, she’s at work, and two, he's told her several times she doesn't have to knock when she comes over. They're married now, and she’s got a key, so why would she?

He answers the door, seeing Trixy on the doorstep holding up a bottle of champagne. She’s also wearing a long sleeved blouse with her skirt, and he can’t believe she’s not too warm in this heat. It’s over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside.

“Howdy!” she greats brightly.

He scratches behind his ear, not recalling ever setting up an appointment with her today. “Oh uh, hi, Trixy. I wasn't expecting you...”

Her mouth falls open a bit, and she lowers the bottle appearing to feel bad about dropping by. “Oh, didn't Emma tell you I was stopping by to show you some samples? She wanted you to decide which design to go with.”

Killian shakes his head. “No, she must have forgot.”

Trixy makes a gesture with her hand, waving off his words. “Well that's not a problem, I can come back another time. Sorry for botherin’ you,” she says, her words full of regret as she starts to turn around.

“No, that's okay. Please come in.” He steps aside, allowing her to come into his home.

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.”

“Please, call me Killian.”

Trixy smiles at that. “Alright. Thank you, Killian. And congratulations on getting married. Mrs. Jones told me over the phone. I brought you both a wedding gift.” She holds up the bottle of champagne again.

“Thank you, lass, and actually it’s Mrs. Swan-Jones, but you can call her Emma.”

Trixy flashes a coy grin. “Will do.”

$*$*$

Emma arrives at the apartment, carrying a bag of takeout from TooJay’s.

“Milah, I brought food!” She sets the bag on the table and heads for her sister’s bedroom. “I really want to thank you for being understanding.” She reaches Milah’s room, opening the door. “I never planned on falling for—” Emma’s words die in her throat when she steps inside, finding the room empty. “Milah?”

She leaves the bedroom and searches the rest of the apartment, including the balcony, but Milah’s nowhere to be seen. Her features fall, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Where the hell did she go?

Emma came home just after two, like she'd promised.

Maybe Milah went to the gym or to treat herself to a Swedish massage or Sanctuary Jewel facial spa. If so, why the hell didn't Milah invite her to go with?

Emma walks over to the table and opens the bag, deciding she's too hungry to wait for Milah’s return. She removes her sandwich and picks up the bag to put Milah’s food in the refrigerator, but when she drags it from the table, a piece of paper slides off the surface, falling to the floor. Lifting a brow, Emma kneels down to pick it up and rises, turning the slip of paper over to see what it is.

Her eyes instantly widen, face draining of blood when she reads Milah’s writing.

Sorry sis. I have to finish the con. This is for your own good, so don't be mad. You’ll thank me later, trust me. You know where to find me.

Love, Mi

“Son of a bitch!”

$*$*$

Killian takes the bottle and makes his way to the kitchen, Trixy following behind him. “So I have to ask, how are you not burning up in long sleeves. I don’t care if you used to live in the dessert—it’s bloody hot outside,” he comments casually as they enter the kitchen.

“Oh well, I put this on before I knew it was so hot,” she tells him with a laugh. Trixy starts to unbutton her blouse, but Killian reaches out, placing a hand on her arm to stop her. “Whoa, lass, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just cooling off a little. I shouldn’t have worn long sleeves,” she says, unfastening the first few buttons of her blouse. “The air conditioning in here feels nice, but the heat outside had me sweatin’ like a pregnant nun in church.” With the fourth button undone, Trixy reveals a little too much of her cleavage, so he averts his eyes from her and puts the champagne away. “Anywho,” Trixy begins, clearing her throat and getting down to business, “I've brought some sketches of different décor styles for you to look at.” Her eyes wander the room, spotting the kitchen table.

“Aye, you can lay them out on the table," Killian says, pointing towards it and they make their way over.

Offering a grin, Trixy takes out the first design from her black leather work bag, placing it on the surface. She sweeps her dark hair to one side, leaning over the table.

Killian is only interested in the work she is doing, but he can’t help but notice her cleavage is being presented to him, and he starts to think about what Regina had said to him. He wonders if maybe she was right and if this is all a part of Emma’s and Milah’s ploy.

Is this woman’s name actually Milah?

No, he refuses to believe that. He refuses to believe his beautiful Swan would lie to him.

“This one is a contemporary style.” The sketch is for the main room as she describes the features. “It gives the room more of a family feel, but it’s still simple and opens up the space without having too much of it.” The room is full of neutral colors, ranging from beige to brown, a wooden floor and a large area rug and sofa pillows with curvy lines and shapes.

$*$*$

“Dammit!”

Emma hangs up the phone after her third attempt at calling Killian. She throws her phone in the passenger seat with a huff, wondering why he’s not answering.

Keeping her eyes on the road, she’s seeing red as she drives faster than she has ever driven in her entire life. She's so stricken with fear and anger her knuckles are turning white as she grips the steering wheel. She shouldn't be worried. She knows Killian won't cheat on her; she has faith. She's more angry at Milah than she’s afraid of Killian having an affair.

Emma waits at another goddamn red light, her patience wearing extremely thin. She’s still clutching to the steering wheel like it's a lifesource, hoping she can make it before Milah tries anything.

How can her own fucking sister do this to her?!”

Looking at the clock, she tries to steady her breathing, knowing she should be at Killian’s in ten minutes.

The light turns green and Emma presses on the gas pedal, peeling out so fast she's sure to be there much sooner.

$*$*$

Trixy takes out the second design, placing it next to the other one. “This next one I think will fit the home you’ve invested here by the ocean, but it doesn't have as much of a family feel. It’s more of a coastal style or what we also refer to as the Hampton's style.” The sample is also for the living room and includes blacks and whites paired with blues and greens. The furnishings include a sleek, black and white sectional sofa, a simple, black coffee table and fireplace with a dark green rug, and blue and white striped patterns for pillows. “The room contains elements of wood, and the accessories are inspired by the sea to create a relaxed, comfortable environment for your family. So what are your thoughts?” Her words pull his eyes up from the samples and he looks up to see her smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye.

“Hmm.” Killian nods, scanning the designs, and running a hand along his stubbled jaw. “They’re both brilliant, and I think each of the designs are stunning in their own way. I do like the idea of the family design, although I’m leaning more towards the coastal design for obvious reasons,” he chuckles. “But I want to go with what fits more with my wife’s style.”

Trixy nods in understanding, pursing her lips in thought. “You really love her don’t you?”

“Of course I do. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have married her.”

“Of course.” She stares into his eyes, speaking softly. “It’s really a shame though.”

“Why do you say that?” He swallows thickly, praying to the gods above that Regina was not right.

“Because another great guy is off the market. Emma’s a very lucky gal to have snagged a man like you, Mr. Jones,” she says sincerely, reaching out to place a hand on his arm.

He looks down at the gesture and lifts a brow, unsure of how to respond to that.

Trixy’s eyes widen when she realizes what she’s done, and she quickly removes her hand. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jones, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s alright, lass,” he assures, seeing the red in her cheeks; he knows the gesture was unintentional and that she’s embarrassed about it. “And I told you, it’s Killian.”

“I'm sorry,” she repeats sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and biting her bottom lip, looking away. “Anyway, I agree with your choice, and yes, you also have to be considerate of what Emma will like, too. This shall be a couple’s decision, so I’ll tell you what, even though Emma trusts your judgment, I think I should come back when both of ya’ll are here to decide together.”

She leans over the table and picks up her samples a little too quickly. When she spins around, the sketches fall from her hands, one sliding away from her. “Oh mah, I’m such a clodhopper!” She bends over, trying to kneel down to pick up the one within her reach, but her skirt is too tight and she ends up falling to her hands and knees to gather up the sample. If he were any less of a gentleman he probably would’ve looked as the fabric rode up her arse, but he is only interested in his wife.

“It’s not a problem, Trixy.” He bends down to help her pick up the other sketch as she apologizes profusely.

“Oh lordy,” she grumbles as he rises and returns to her, extending his hand. She takes it, using him as an anchor to stand up. “Thank you so much, Killian.”

“It's not a problem,” he assures, noticing she’s still clutching onto his hand.

“You’re a lifesaver.” Her eyes meet his and he can hear the hitch in her breath. This whole time he’s tried to convince himself that her touches were accidental. Now he’s starting to see that everything she has done since she's arrived, and even during their first meeting when she'd tried to rub his crotch, has been intentional. “Well, I should get goin’ now.”

Killian peels his eyes away and peers down at their joined hands. She takes the hint and starts to release her grip, but when she does, he can’t help but notice the sleeve of her blouse slipping past her wrist, part of a tattoo peeking out. He tugs the cuff away from her wrist to get a better look.

It's just as he suspects—a raven tattoo.

“Killian!” he hears Emma call from the front door, but before he can process what is actually happening, Trixy is launching herself at him and smashing her lips into his.

He quickly pushes Trix—Milah (or whoever the bloody hell she really is) away from him, anger burning inside of him as he rips himself from the thralls of her arms.

“How could you do this to me?!”

He turns his head to catch Emma witnessing the entire scene, complete devastation in her features.

“Oh Mrs. Jones, I'm so sorry,” Milah says in her fake Texan drawl.

Killian tightens his jaw, eyes fleeting between these two vixens who have set him up. He is heated. “Oh please, spare me the act. I know this is all part your scheme,” he snaps at both of them.

“I wasn't talking to you,” Emma says to him and steps up to the other woman. “I told you the con was over, but you didn't listen to me!” she hollers at the brunette, a ferocious storm brewing in her emerald depths. “I trusted you!”

Killian is completely baffled as he glances between them. Why is Emma angry at Milah if this was all a set up?

“And I trusted you to make this work, but you failed!” Milah shouts back at her, just as furious and no longer using the fake accent.

“I told you I can't help how I feel, but you put the con before your own sister! You're nothing but a selfish—”

“Excuse me,” he cuts her off briskly. “I don't mean to interrupt this sisterly squabble, but what the devil is going on?!” he demands, breaking up their feud.

Emma looks at him, regret and tears swarming her eyes. “I'm sorry, Killian. I wanted to stop it, but she went behind my back.” Emma points at her sister accusingly, and she's about to say something else, but her eyes blow wide in realization, and she glances back at Killian. “Wait, how did you know?”

“Regina told me,” he snarls and sets his death glare on the brunette.

Emma closes her eyes, breathing out, “Regina,” through clenched teeth.

“And I didn't want to believe her, but she said your name was Milah Raven, then I saw that the tattoo on your wrist is a raven, and it's on the same spot where Emma has a tattoo of a swan. Plus, you tried to kiss me when Emma bursted inside, so it wasn’t difficult to put the bloody pieces together,” he mutters spitefully.

“Killian, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to go through with it, but Milah wouldn't listen.” Emma tries to approach him and touch his shoulder, but he backs away. “Killian, you have to believe me.”

That's when he explodes with the rage he feels inside. “You lied to me and tricked me into marrying you! Why the fuck would I believe you?!’

“Because my feelings for you are real!” she tries to reassure him in a pleading voice, her words cracking as tears slide down her cheeks.

He looks at her with a steely glare. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“Yes, you do, Killian! My name is Emma Swan, I used to be an orphan like you and I work at Marco’s Italian Tuxedos. I've been more real with you than any other man I've ever met!”

“No, to me you're nothing but a gold-diggin’ charlatan.”

She swallows audibly, her lips trembling and another tear escaping her eyes. “Not anymore,” she vows, but Killian can’t listen to another word.

His heart is shattered into a million pieces, anger and rage replacing the love he’d held for her. She is not the beautiful Swan he thought he knew. “I want you both out of my home,” he speaks quietly, but his words are just as deadly.

Milah doesn't hesitate, and grabs her bag, storming out quietly, but Emma stays, trying to convince him she actually loves him.

“Killian, please, I'm so sorry.” More tears are streaming down her face, and he can't help but still see her as his wife who's in pain, but he has to stay strong.

“I said leave,” he tells her again, pointing towards the door, as much as it hurts. “I don't ever want to see you again.”

“But we’re married,” she chokes out, the fear of losing him evident in her voice, but he couldn't care less. She’s hurt him badly and he can’t find it within him to have sympathy for her.

Killian’s eyes darken as he stares into hers, wondering how she could do this to him? How could someone be so cruel? “Our wedding was a sham,” Killian states, his words heavy with the hurt and pain he feels. He storms past her, rushing to the front door and yanking it open, his voice growing louder and harsher as she follows behind him. “Now get the fuck out!”

His booming voice makes her jump, but she complies, her head down as she makes her way towards the entrance, sniffling and wiping her tears. She digs into her purse and grabs her keys, taking off the one for the cabin and holds it up for him. He snatches it from her grasp as she looks up at him one last time before she goes. “I'm truly sorry, Killian,” she whispers softly.

“You can get your belongings later when I'm not here,” he says flatly. “I'll have someone here to let you in. But don't be surprised if your things are floating in the ocean when you come back.”

Emma simply nods and proceeds sluggishly out onto the porch. She walks down the steps and heads towards her car, looking back at him once more, eyes red and puffy and cheeks stained with tears. She enters her car as he steps inside, flinging the door shut, his heart aching and his breathing crippled, emotions washing over him like a tidal wave.

He can't believe in one day his world has completely crumbled apart between his fingertips. He can't believe the love of his life was never really his love at all. The entire thing was a bloody joke. He feels like such a bloody fool; he should've just listened to Regina. He should've never rolled the dice on Emma.

He should've never followed his heart in the first place.

A/N: Okay, you can throw things at me now

Tagging: @mayquita @freakassbuthunter @libbcoxnet-blog @goldengirlschildhood @courtorderedcake @florenzu @marcella2727 @veryverynotgood @i-would-cross-realms-4-her @hooklineandswan @wonderfullycarriedaway @0swald-c0bblep0t @cs-forlife @andiirivera @snotelek @capswantrue @nikkiemms @capswantrue @swansong12 @lg-campbell @lassluna @followbatb @harshini01 @betchesgetshitdone @coliferoncer @ultraluckycatnd @resident-of-storybrooke @kinkyhiddlesgirl @teamhook

#cs ff #cs ff au #cs heartbreakers au #cssb #captain swan #cs smut #to play the game (and win your heart)#my fic

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guccikhj · 4 years ago

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Hwang Hyunjin - 12 Days

Where you and Hyunjin prepare for your big day

→ genre: romance

→ pairing: hwang hyunjin x black!reader (gender neutral)

→ word count: 2,365

warnings: mentions of a panic attack, mentions of fetishization, time skips and some grammatical errors.

Day 1:

“Hyunjin, what are you doing?” He held the camcorder in your direction as you cooked dinner.

“Videotaping my fiance cooking, do you have a problem with that?” He said teasingly. Though you held a small smile on your face, you did have a slight problem with it seeing that you were only in a bonnet and an over-sized T-shirt.

You turned the stove down to let the food simmer and faced him. Hyunjin turned the camcorder around so that it was facing the both of you and walked closer to you. It almost reminded you of one of those cheesy youtube couples.

“So” he began, “how do you feel about our big day is less than two weeks from now.”

A small smile broke out on your face as you looked at the love of your life. You poked the mole under his eye, his cheek then his nose as you tried to avoid the question. You were excited but you were also so afraid of things going wrong. Rather than answering him and ruining his moment, you tip-toed and kissed him on the cheek then resumed cooking.

He let you be and recorded you from the kitchen island.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered into the camcorder.

Day 5:

This week should’ve been one of the most hectic weeks since your wedding is only a few days away but you and Hyunjin had other plans.

“Let’s go to the movies,” He suggested.

“Shouldn’t we be focusing on the wedding...it’s so close and I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

“Trust me, everything will go smoothly. You have been stressing about this non-stop since the day I proposed and you deserve a break. Now get ready I want to take my lovely spouse on a date.” He ripped the wedding schedule out of your grasp and shoved you into the bathroom.

Grudgingly, you did exactly as he wanted because he had you wrapped around his finger and because he was right. When you finished brushing up, you caught him lying in the bed with the camcorder but it looked like he was filming a confessional. You didn’t want to impose since it looked a bit serious but you couldn’t but to chuckle because it reminded you of a reality show. Hyunjin immediately broke out into a smile when he heard the pretty sound leave your mouth. He always loved it when he heard you laugh.

“My baby is finally out of the bathroom I see...are you ready to go?” He sat up and watched you. No matter how simple the action, he always managed to gain a reaction from you.

“Yes, my love but are you seriously bringing the camera?” Noticing the red light still blinking. He turned the camera on you and shook it in a nodding manner. A deep sigh left your lips. He’s been using this camera for about five days now, what exactly is he doing?

Alas, he got up from the bed and strode towards you, camera in hand.

“Wait stand just like that for the camera. You look so beautiful right now.” You weren’t doing anything in particular so you just stood there gazing at him and the camera, “Perfect.” He said.

Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and pulled out the door to begin whatever he had planned for the night.

“The simplest things you do make me fall deeper every time.”

Day 6:

You were always the most adorable when you were sleeping to Hyunjin. Your face pressed up into the pillow with your mouth slightly agape and a peaceful expression overshadowing your features. He loved it when you would finally take time to relax. He knew you would kill him for this but he just had to get at least one clip of you sleeping. He grabbed the camcorder from his bedside and pressed the power-on button.

“It’s sleepy little Y/N,” his voice rasped still laced with sleep. “Yesterday we went to the movies then for some dinner. You looked so happy last night. There’ll be many more nights like that when I can officially call you mine.”

You stirred in your sleep at the sound of your fiance’s voice but remained asleep. He turned the camera so it was facing both him and you and pampered your face in kisses. He knew he woke you up when he heard you giggling at his small ministrations. His favourite sound.

Day 7:

“Chan what do you mean I can’t see the love of my life this entire week,” Hyunjin sighed as he gaped at his older best friend.

“Do you not understand how the build-up to a wedding works?” Jisung butted in.

“Obviously not if this is my first time getting married, Jisung” He rolled his eyes and turned to the other groomsmen to finalise their suit fittings.

Changbin spun around to ask Hyunjin if he finalised his vows but he noticed the nervous look that overcame the younger boy’s features. He sauntered towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Hyunjin broke out his intrusive thoughts and peered up at the older man.

“Go outside and get some air Hyunjin or at least do something to calm your nerves. Everything will be fine.” He smiled then went back to the other men.

Hyunjin got up from his seat, grabbed his camcorder and went outside. He pressed the on button and began rambling about any and everything.

“Hey baby, so we’re preparing for the big day and I just got so nervous. I can’t stop thinking about if things go wrong because I don’t want to disappoint you and I know how much you’re looking forward to this day. I don’t really mind if anything goes wrong because I’ll be fine as long as I have you in my life, I don’t really care about titles but I’m so anxious about not living up to your expectations. What if I get so nervous I forget my vows? What if I get so nervous I can’t bring myself to speak? I’m foolishly rambling at this point but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to hear you rant how much you love your hair but hate wash days. I want to be the one to put the bonnet on your head when you’re too tired to do it yourself. I want to be the one to make you your favourite food and get you your favourite snacks. Despite the hardships of living here like being fetishized or hated just for your skin, you try to power through it so I don’t worry about but I do Y/N. Every day should not be a day where you need to be strong, especially not for me. I want to be there on your down days to cheer you up, to give you the love you deserve, to be your support and your rock. I want to be your home Y/N. I’m afraid that I’ll freeze up on the big day and you’ll never get to hear me say this but I love every little thing about you Y/N Y/L/N. You are my beginning and end, my sun and moon, my everything.”

Hyunjin turned off the camera and wiped the corner of his eyes as his vision became blurry. Everyone knew the love he had for you was overwhelming which is why he always showed it physically. Writing his vows was probably the most difficult thing for him because he didn’t know how to start or finish. Would it be enough or is it too much? The love he had for you was enough to make him cry for hours because you really are everything to him. Hyunjin finally got up and dusted his pants, he picked up the camera and headed back inside.

Everything will be fine.

Day 10:

You looked at yourself in the extravagant wedding attire your best friend picked for you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like royalty. The nerves in your stomach grew more and more as your special day came closer. You wondered what would Hyunjin be doing right now. You giggled as you realised he would probably be filming his friends with that new camcorder for what you assumed memories.

Though you’ve worked so hard with the wedding planner to ensure everything runs smoothly in the next two days you couldn’t help but worry about if things go wrong. Both you and Hyunjin agreed to not see each other until the very day of the wedding which meant you both had to attend separate rehearsals. You were regretting so much right now and became even more nervous than before. You grasped your chest as it began to feel restricted. Your breaths became more laboured and the room spun around you.

“Y/N sweetheart you need to breathe,” You faintly heard. Someone sat you down in the nearest chair ad tried to do breathing exercises with you but you just couldn’t focus or breathe.

You needed to pull yourself together for both you and your husband. You knew if he heard about this he would forget everything about your agreement and keep you in his sight at all times. You tried to follow the breathing of the person in front of you but it became more difficult as you tried to focus.

“In...out….in...out,” The instructions slowly began to work as the person next to you rubbed you back soothingly. When you finally calmed down, you realised it was your best friend helping you through the panic you just endured.

The wedding planner came into the room with a phone and held it out to you, “It’s for you.”

You took the phone from her grasp and answered shakingly.

“H-hello?”

“Y/N,” Hyunjin breathed “you had me so scared. What happened?”

“Hyun I’m so scared,” You began “I’m so scared I might mess up and ruin everything we ever planned and worked for. That I’ll get too scared like I did today and end up not showing up to the altar at all. What if we’re making a mistake and getting married too early Hyun? What if we end up going through a tough divorce like every other early marriage? I feel so guilty for even thinking like this. I don’t ever wanna lose you Hyun. I-i can’t picture my life without you-”

“Y/N, listen to me” Hyunjin cut you off, “Your thoughts and feelings are just as valid as mine and you have every right to feel what you’re feeling. Of course, we don’t know the future but I know that I love you with my entire being right now and nothing will ever change that. Nothing I say will make you feel better right now but baby I need you to understand you are my everything, okay? I can’t stay long because I need to finish getting ready but I love you, my love.”

Though he couldn’t see you, you nodded at the sweet words your soon to be husband said to you. You have no idea how you managed to be paired with someone as great as him who made you feel supported and deserving all the time.

“See you at the wedding?” you sniffed into the phone.

“See you at the wedding baby.”

Day 12:

Everything moved in fast and slow motion at once. You woke up in the suite your lovely maid of honour and bridesmaids rented for the week then you were shoved into the hair and makeup chair. There was to be no mistake in today’s schedule and everything had to be on time.

The wedding planner slipped up and mentioned how Hyunjin had something important planned for today which made you curious. What the hell did he have up his sleeve? He truly was something else but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The day flew by in a flash and before you knew it, it was time for you to be given away. The butterflies in your stomach went rampant as you stood outside the double doors with your bouquet in hand. This was it, you were really going to do this.

The grand piano began playing the traditional giving away song, ‘Here Comes the Bride’. The double doors opened and the audience stood at attention. Giving it your best, you held your head high and began walking down the aisle. Proud and happy expressions graced everyone’s faces as you passed by every aisle but the most important one to you was Hyunjin’s.

“Hi,” you breathed when you got in front of him.

“You look beautiful,” he gawked.

Before you got the chance to reply to him, you notice that hair was a new shade of blonde, courtesy to Jisung probably, and that he was wearing a different mic than the one the wedding planner said we’d be using. Just as you were about to question it, a familiar tune began to play. You recognised it as Bruno Mar’s ‘Locked Out of Heaven’. Was Hyunjin about to serenade you in front of everyone?

He noticed the panic on your face and just spun you around to face the altar. Behind the altar was a projection that showed both you and Hyunjin. The video played and slowly you began to realise that this was a compilation of all the videos Hyunjin took of you both during the past two weeks. The clip that really got to you, though, was the one where he panicked about the wedding. It was almost endearing to see that you both had almost the exact same worries.

Tears pricked your eyes as you listen to every little whisper he says to the camera because he’d be too shy to say it to you himself. When the video finished, you faced the love of your life and smiled brightly at him. You were prepared to spend the rest of your life with him and nothing will ever change that.

The priest began the ceremony and thus you prepared to connect as one with your everything.

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lolbtsaus · 8 years ago

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Drabble List

So I decided to post this so everyone who has requested can make sure their requests were sent in, it is fully updated!! These are the drabbles I will be doing for this game, thank you to everyone that sent some in!

Undecided

Mafia!BTS #15 and #37 (#15: “I thought you were dead!” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

Jin

62 and 76 with florist!Jin (#62: “Look! Fireflies!” + #76: “How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?”)

Cat boy!Jin with 49 + 47 + 51 (#49: “He’s pampering me, let him be.” + #47: “Can I do your hair?” + #51: “You fell asleep in the tub?!”)

#15 and #75 w/ Teenager!Jin (#15: “I thought you were dead!” + #75: “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.”)

13/14/20 with vampire!Jin (#13: “You look pretty hot in plaid.” + #14: “They got you a present. Isn’t that sweet?” + #20: “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”)

Jin, assassin au and 15 (#15: “I thought you were dead!”)

92 and Chef!Jin (#92: “Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it’s okay?”)

33,34 and 37 with Mafia!Jin (#33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + #34: “Trust me.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

96 and 100 with father!Jin (#96: “Shh…they’re asleep.” + #100: “Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”)

38, 43, 45 w/pocket size!jin (#38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” + #43: “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” + #45: “I let you win.”)

Yoongi

10-52-67 w/ ceo!yoon (#10: “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.” + #52: “Are you doodling?” + #67: “I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.”)

Yoongi + CEO AU 98 (#98: “Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”)

33, 22, and 46 with street racer!Yoongi (#33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + #22: “How do I even put up with you?” + #46: “I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”)

#20 and #97 for classical musician!father!Yoongi (#20: “He thinks he’s a mind reader.” + #97: “Mondays are your diaper days.”)

shapeshifter! Yoongi for 29 (#29: “I lost our child.”)

37 and 51 with hybrid!Yoongi (#37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” + #51: “You fell asleep in the tub?!”)

Youtuber!Yoongi with #67 and #79 (#67: "I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot." + #79: “Get back here and put on some pants.”)

Idol couple with Yoongi 34+37 (#34: “Trust me.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

#55, #37, #33 Assassin!Yoongi (#33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” + #55: “You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”)

30, 37, 38 with roommate!bfYoongi (#30: “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” + #38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”)

3, 36, 58 + Yoongi's record store owner!AU (#3: “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.” + #36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.” + #58: “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”)

96 with Idol/husband!Yoongi (#96: “Shh…they’re asleep.”)

82 and 53 with skater/punk!yoongi? (#53: “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.” + #82: “Wanna runaway?”)

Vampire!Yoongi #2,18, 37, and 44 (#2: “Quit it or I’ll bite.” + #18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” + #44: “You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”)

27, 28, and 29 with prince/king!Yoongi as a father (#27: “He’s four years old!!” + #28: “You’re a dork, just like your father.” + #29: “I lost our child.”)

60 and 61 with rival!Yoongi #60: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” + #61: “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”)

youtuber!yoon with 80 + 74 (#80: “You switched our pillows, savage.” + #74: “You love me and you know it.”)

68 with cat boy!Yoongi (#68: “You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…”)

1,9,18 with arranged marriage Yoongi (#1: “Forget it. You fucking suck.” + #9: “Oh, fuck off.” + #18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”)

#18 & #39 for vampire!Yoongi (#18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + #39: “You got a cute butt.”)

Hoseok

94 and father!hobi!! (#94: “I could really use a foot rub right now.”)

49 and father! hobi (#49: “He’s pampering me, let him be.”)

6 - 23 - 33 and mermaid hobi (#6: “Stop it! It tickles!” + #23: “I said get rid of it.” + #33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.”)

#47, #49 and #52 for idol!hobi (#47: “Can I do your hair?” + #49: “He’s pampering me, let him be." + #52: “Are you doodling?”)

42 with bad boy!hobi (#42: “…or we can chill in our underwear.”)

14 and husband!hobi (#14: “They got you a present. Isn’t that sweet?”)

25 for doctor!hobi #25: “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”)

19, 25, and 45 with vampire hobi (#19: “You just wanted them because they light up.” + #25: “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” + #45: “I let you win.”)

14&30 w/drummer Hoseok (#14: “They got you a present. Isn’t that sweet?” + #30: “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”)

15/58 with racer hobi (#15: “I thought you were dead!” + #58: “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”)

51 & 18 with werewolf hobi (#18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + #51: “You fell asleep in the tub?!”)

37-33-26 with hobi mafia!au (#26: “I won’t let you get hurt.” + #33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

36 w J-hope and idol!reader (#36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.”)

#47, #49 and #52 for idol!hoseok (#47: “Can I do your hair?” + #49: “He’s pampering me, let him be.” + #52: “Are you doodling?”

Namjoon

#2 and #37 with Assassin!Namjoon (#2: “Quit it or I’ll bite.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

#56 and #29 Vampire!Namjoon (#29: “I lost our child.” + #56: “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”)

5 - 35 - 30 with Mafia!Namjoon (#5: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” + #30: “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?” + #35: “Scoot over a little bit, please.”)

19 & 26 with bad boy Namjoon (#19: "You just wanted them because they light up.” + #26: “I won’t let you get hurt.”)

65+83 for waiter!Namjoon (#65: “It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.” + #83: “I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?”)

37 & 48 w/single dad!Namjoon (#37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” + #48: “I told you not to jump on the bed!”)

Young!Namjoon with 50, 62 (#50: “Ready or not, here I come.” + #62: “Look! Fireflies!”)

Book store owner!Namjoon for 72 (#72: “They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.”)

2 and 4 for bad boy!Namjoon (#2: “Quit it or I’ll bite.” + #4: “Take. It. Off.”

13+57 for wizard!Namjoon #13: “You look pretty hot in plaid.” + #57: “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”)

19 & 26 with bad boy Namjoon (#19: “You just wanted them because they light up.” + #26: “I won’t let you get hurt.”)

Jimin

36, 47, 74 + bad boy!jimin (#36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.” + #47: “Can I do your hair?” + #74: “You love me and you know it.”)

6, 35, 64 with father!Jimin (#6: “Stop it! It tickles!” + #35: “Scoot over a little bit, please.” + #64: “You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.”)

Hybrid jimin: #36+#37 (#36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

prince jimin for 33,34, and 37 (#33: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + #34: “Trust me.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

98 & father!Jimin with 2 bbys au (#98: “Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”)

72 and tattoo artist!Jimin please (#72: “They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.”)

89 and bad boy!Jimin as a dad (#89: “If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”)

57 and model!Jimin (#57: “Is this our closet? Or your closet?”)

Young!Jimin, 61 & 62? (#60: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” + #61: “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”)

24 + father!Jimin w/2 bbys au (#24: “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”)

29 + CEO!Jimin as a father au (#29: “I lost our child.”)

32 and 36 with hybrid!Jimin (#32: “Come on, baby, up to bed.” + #36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.”)

Baker!jimin for 43 and 52 (#43: “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” + #52: “Are you doodling?”)

#32 and #37 with vampire!jimin (#32: “Come on, baby, up to bed.” + #37: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”)

#21 with hybrid!Jimin (#21: “I don’t do hugs.”)

Taehyung

model!tae +14 (#14: “They got you a present. Isn’t that sweet?”)

13 + 16 for Prince!Taehyung (#13: “You look pretty hot in plaid.” + #16: “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”)

56/71/100 with werewolf!tae as a father (#56: “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.” + #71: “I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.” + #100: “Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”)

26 and 58 with Teacher!Taehyung (#26: “I won’t let you get hurt.” + #58: “If I win, you do dishes for a week.”)

16, 18 and 29 bad boy!Taehyung as a father (#16: “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…” + #18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + #29: “I lost our child.”)

22, 23 and 25 with Husband!Taehyung (#22: “How do I even put up with you?” + #23: “I said get rid of it.” + #25: “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”)

5 and 15 for superhero!Taehyung (#5: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” + #15: “I thought you were dead!”)

10 and 12 with barista!Taehyung (#10: “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.” + #12: “Frost the damn cupcakes.”)

#39 w catboy!Taehyung (#39: “You got a cute butt.”)

Jungkook

#1, #65 and #75 with hybrid!jungkook (#1: “Forget it. You fucking suck.” + #65: "It’s not that hard…that’s what she said." + #75: “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.”)

Piercer!jungkook with 38, 41, 54, 69 (#38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” + #41: “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” + #54: “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” + #69: “Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.”)

#89 Bad boy!Jungkook (#89: “If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life.”)

10 & 14 for Father!Jungkook #10: “Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.” + #14: “They got you a present. Isn’t that sweet?”)

15&34 with Guard! Jungkook (#15: “I thought you were dead!” + #34: “Trust me.”)

29 and 53 father!jungkook (#29: “I lost our child.” + #53: “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”)

42 with prince!jungkook (#42: “…or we can chill in our underwear.”)

87 and 88 with Youtuber!Jungkook #87: “There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.” + #88: “Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.”)

Barista!Jungkook (#42: “…or we can chill in our underwear.” + #61: “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”)

1 and 2 with badboy!jungkook #1:“Forget it. You fucking suck.” + #2: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”)

40 and 52 with reverse idol!jungkook (#40: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” + #52: “Are you doodling?”)

27 + 70 for father!Jungkook #27: “He’s four years old!!” + #70: “Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.”)

39,40,&85 for Greek God Jungkook (#39: “You got a cute butt.” + #40: “I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?” + #85: “The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.”)

#36 with hybrid!jungkook? (#36: “You’re so clingy, I love it.”)

#18 with vampire!Jungkook (#18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”)

5 & 75 wish Assassin!Kook (#5: “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” + #75: “Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.”)

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abdlbdsmstories · 8 years ago

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The Setup

This story involves sexual encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.

Part 1

The girls at work had finally persuaded me to tag along with them on there Saturday night out around town. I hadn't really had a proper night out since I divorced from my husband over a year ago. We never really did much together so he left me for a younger model. I was 34, he was 34, his new girlfriend was 21! Like I said, I was 34, a good fuller figure, curvy boobs and bum. I wasn't stunning, but then again I wasn't ugly. An in-betweener I liked to think, maybe even a milf. I had medium length brown hair, lovely brown eyes and a cute little smile. I spent all Saturday afternoon scrimmaging through my wardrobes for something to wear. Most of my outfits were jeans, boob tubes, t-shirts or office suits. After a while searching, I found an old outfit at the back of the wardrobe that hadn't seen the light of day for years. It was a short, black dress. Every girl has one, unfortunately I had slightly outgrown mine but as I slipped it on, it sat quietly nicely an inch or 2 above my knee, accommodating my boobs nicely, enhancing my 36D figure beautifully. I wasn't a massive of my body. I had a bit of a wobbly bum, thighs and tummy but nothing to be too worried about. Anyway, the drinking started early. A couple of the girls turned up at my house with a few bottles of wine and we steadily consumed them. We chatted about where we were going and how they wanted to set me up with man. To be honest, I didn't envisage finding my perfect man in some grotty nightclub but I played along with them.

After a few drinks, a taxi arrived to pick us up and took us into town. There was a good group of 7 or 8 of us venturing from pub to pub consuming endless cocktails and dancing. We decided to finish the night off at Oceana nightclub. The place was packed full of people, in particular youngsters. I felt so old being in that place, but hey they had an 80's room so we were well away dancing the night away in there. The drinks flowed continuously and towards the end of the night I was feeling very drunk. Most of the group had headed off home leaving just me and another girl who disappeared off with her fella. They had left me on the dancefloor surrounded by youngsters, but I wasn't fazed, mainly down to the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed. Whilst dancing my way through 'I'm in the mood' by The Nolans I felt a pair of hands grope my backside. I turned round shocked to see this young lad, with a cheeky smile throw his arms around me and boogie me. Then I felt another pair of hands on my backside and as I glanced over my shoulder another young lad had fondled me, leaving me squashed between the pair of them. They started whispering dirty messages in my ear, 'I'd love to fuck you' and 'Wanna suck my dick, slut.' Now to any normal girl this would just be disgusting and degrading but I had a soft spot for dirtiness. I loved it when my husband talked dirty to me and it made me so horny. I didn't resist there advances, I continued to bump and grind against them. I could feel their hard cocks through there jeans, and they were rubbing my body up and down. Without even consulting me, they both dragged me off the dance floor and out of the club and into a taxi. One of them spoke to me,

"Come on then Missy, lets go back to your place and we can show you what we're made off!" These boys must have thought all there Christmases had come at once as I reluctantly told the driver where I lived. I made light conversation with the 2 lads, finding out they were called Ryan and Steve and that they were both 19 and at college. They both looked quite intimidating, both with shaved heads, quite well built and both over 6 feet tall. We arrived at my house and they paid the driver, bundling me out of the taxi. As I made my way up the front garden path, Ryan grabbed me by the arm, spun me round and started kissing me passionately. He tongued me deep, kissing my lips, cheeks, neck, all over. Then Steve took over, doing the same whilst removing the straps off my dress from my shoulders. It dropped to the floor, leaving me standing there in my black lacy lingerie whilst the lads stood back and admired there catch. I looked up at them, slightly embarrassed at the fact I was standing semi-naked in my front garden in front of 2 total strangers. But the drink hid any sense of morality I should have had. But that didn't last long as Ryan, took a step towards me, put his arms around me and unclasped my bra. It fell forward assisted by the weight of my breasts and they sat there. my nipples erect from the cold air wafting across them. Steve picked up my bag, rummaged around for the keys and then let himself into my house where I followed accompanied by Ryan who gave me a playful spank on my backside. Once inside the two lads quickly dragged me up the stairs to my bedroom, tossed me on the bed then stripped down to there boxers. Then they began spit roasting me. Ryan controlling my head, burying it deep into his crotch whilst Steve took me from behind. That night, they shagged the life out of me. I had never done so many dirty things or been so used like that before. They had me in every position imaginable, gagging on there cocks till I nearly passed out, bent over the bed, table, bathtub, everywhere. I was used so much yet I felt so good. They had there crowning moment, when they both shot there loads over my face and photoed my cum drenched face for there friends to see. I was left laying on the bed, absolutely knackered whilst they took it in turns to shower in my en-suite.

"So you're good in bed. Take it you have never had it from a youngster like us before?" Ryan asked me whilst getting dressed.

"No, this is the first time I've had sex since my husband left me. He used me like his sex slave, guess that's why I let you 2 use me like you did." I replied, whilst wiping away the cum from my face.

"So, what have you got planned for the rest of the day?" Ryan asked, pulling his boxers up and redressing himself.

"Nothing really. Just stay in and chill out for the day. Might have a bath and pamper myself." I replied with a wry smile knowing full well the thought of me in the bath was arousing Ryan.

"Do you want to do what we discussed last night?" Ryan replied, but all I could do was look at him with an inquisitive mind. I had no idea what he was talking about and could only look at him puzzled. I asked him what he meant and he said,

"You offered to be our slave for the day. Clean our flat, make us dinner and satisfy in exchange for the money we gave you. Watch this."

He showed me a video from his phone of me, looking very drunk and worse for wear declaring what I would do in exchange for the 500 pounds the lads were giving me. I offered to clean there flat from top to bottom including the bathroom naked except for an item of clothing to be arranged. i also agreed to make there meals and offer my body for there services for 24 hours from 12 noon sunday till 12 noon monday. As the consequences of what I had agreed began to take shape I knew I couldn't really turn the money down, 500 in cash was nice. Ryan questioned whether I was still up for it or not,

"Ok, I will do it still. But please don't do anything that will hurt me." I begged with him to be lenient and we agreed on some rules: No punching, no choking, only spankings on backside allowed. I was happy with that, I mean my husband spanked me everyday at least 20 times without fail. So I stood up and began to get dressed. I was hastily stopped by Ryan and Steve who had emerged from my shower fully dressed.

"You won't be needing any clothes my dear. The taxi will be here in a minute." Ryan told me. I stood there, fully naked without an ounce of modesty. I kept my hands down by my side and just waited. There was a car beeping his horn from outside, Steve peered out of the window and notified Ryan it was the taxi driver. Ryan threw me over his shoulder, fireman lift style and carried me down the stairs and out of the front door, my ass on show to all the nappys. I looked up and could see Steve locking my front door, shoving the key in his pocket and smiling at me. He also posted an envelope through the door which contained the payment for todays activities. I was unceremoniously dumped in the back of the car and Ryan sat down next to me, with Steve in the front. The taxi driver kept looking at me throughout the journey, in particular at my breasts. He seemed to know the lads well, chatting to them about me and how I compared with the other girls they had done this with. The journey was short, maybe 10 minutes to one of there houses which looked disgusting compared to mine. It was a flat in a tower block in a rough part of the neighbourhood. I was carried out of the car again by Ryan and into the tower block and into a lift. The lifts were covered in graffitti and were dirty with rubbish strewn everywhere. We went up to the floor at the top, where in the corridoor were a group on teens smoking weed. As I was defenceless over Ryans shoulders I felt a couple of light spanks on my backside from the kids which they seemed to enjoy. Steve unlocked the door and we walked in to a flat which was pretty tidy in comparison to the rest of the tower block. Ok, there was quite a bit of rubbish strewn around the front room and kitchen, empty take away boxes, newspapers, wrappers and such.

"Theres some black bags and cleaning stuff for you to use under the sink. Get this place tidied up then we will have a fry up, everything you need is in the fridge." Steve told me pointing towards the kitchen.

"But before you start, this is for you. Lie on the floor and I will sort you out." I turned around to see Ryan behind me, holding what looked like a babys nappy in his hand.

"You can't make me wear that. It won't fit for a start." I begged with him not to make me wear it but it was no use. Steve dragged me by my hair down to the floor and forced me to lie spread eagled on the floor. Now I was getting a bit worried and wondered what I had let myself in for.

"If it doesn't I have plenty more that will fit you. Now be a good girl and do as you are told otherwise you will get another spanking. Understand?" Ryan asked me. I nodded my hand, whilst Steve rammed a dummy into my mouth. It had a little clip on the end which he clasped on to my nipple. It caused me a slight bit of pain but that went down after a few seconds. Now Ryan took over, sprinkling a load of baby powder over my shaved pussy and lifting my legs and rubbing it into my backside. Then, without asking he shoved something up my backside, I had no idea what it was but Ryan wouldn't tell me either. Then he slipped the nappy under my legs and pulled them back down. He spread them, pulled the nappy front over my powdered pussy and taped the tapes either side. It fitted just about perfectly, it was quite comfy but a little itchy. Ryan smoothed out the leg cuffs and patted it, looking pleased at his handywork. I stood up, adjusted the nappy slightly and stood there, Steve giving me a little pat on the backside.

"Right, there you go dear. All sorted. Now make a start on the fry up, then you can clean the place. I will be inspecting your work when you think you are finished. Ok?" Ryan asked me. I nodded my head in agreement and went back into the kitchen. I lit up the hob and began the fry up. I was a dab hand at cooking, as I worked in a local cafe a few years ago. I decided to give them huge portions, bacon, egg, beans, sausage, fried bread, toast, mushrooms, tomatos and a cup of tea. It took me a good 15 minutes to get everything sorted and find things but the end product looked amazing. I was actually quite hungry myself and sneakily ate a few bits before carrying the plates into the front room where the men were sitting. I laid the plates down on the tables in front of them. They both thanks me for what looked a nice meal and I departed back into the kitchen to begin the uneviable task of cleaning up. The walls were quite dirty, covered in fat and mould, the cooker was caked in food and the sink full of dirty pots. I started on the pots, scrubbing and scrubbing away then did the oven and the walls. I must have been cleaning that for over an hour or so when I got a shout from the front room. I walked in and the lads had polished off there plates and were smiling.

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