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literaryslapshot · 2 days ago

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perv | s. crosby

summary: you keep showing up at the neighborhood pool, sidney keeps taking his evening walk. he's thankful the new iphone has a great zoom-in effect.

warnings: this is pretty freaky and dirty! no smut but 18+ ONLY.

retired!sidney crosby x younger!fem reader

at the sight of a bright red bikini- he stops dead in his tracks. airpods in, sunglasses on, sweat on his chest he stops mid-stride. he's never seen her before, who is she?

every evening at 6 pm he takes a walk. he changes the route every now and then, but he still walks 3 miles. retirement has given him new chances to get out into the world in a different way. he isn't on such a tight schedule anymore, he's not too constricted with his time. he's discovered that he's really enjoyed being out in nature, not just when fishing or hunting.

anyway- he's taken this walk at least 4 times a week for the last three weeks. it's been over 80+ degrees and he's never seen her before. but she has his attention, all of it. he finds a bench to sit on in the park, keeping his airpods in and sunglasses on while he pulls out his phone.

no. no, i can't do that.

he stares at her through the dark shades, with his phone tight in his hand. watching the sun hit her skin making it shine like gold. studying how the bright red bikini looks on her body, matching her skin tone perfectly. she's sunbathing, skin shiny from sunscreen.

no- that's fucking creepy.

he checks his surroundings once, hoping nobody is watching him stare at this young girl. he doesn't even know who she is. he doesn't even know how old she is. his vision is also getting bad, he can't even tell if she's with anyone from this far away.

fuck it.

after making sure there wasn't anyone around, the faint sounds from the gated off pool just a couple hundred feet in front of him, he pulls out his phone and opens the camera. he's never done anything like this before. at first he feels gross. turns it off, but then turns it back on again after he sees the girl prop her chair up a little bit more to get more sun on her chest.

shit.

he zooms in, all the way to 16x then stops. he's got a good view of the creases in the bikini, how it curves around her body so tight and perfect. now his mind is racing- what does her skin feel like? does she smell like the cheap or expensive sunscreen? does her hair smell like chlorine or did she even get her hair wet and it's still soft?

he moves his phone up a little more, and zooms in to 19x. from this far away he sees the top of her swimsuit making dips into her breasts. and if he pays attention he can see that just barely her nipple is slightly peeking out. click.

fuck. her body is perfect, tight too. i want her in my bed, my couch, my house. i bet she feels like heaven and tastes like it too.

he nearly crawls out of his skin when she sits up and moves the back of the chair to adjust to her new position. he glares as she adjusts the straps and cups on her bikini, watching her play with her tits has him hard as a rock in these walking shorts.

i'm gonna have to sit here a while, i can't walk back home looking like this.

she picks up her book and flips it open- but she spreads her legs. she spreads her fucking legs like she's in the privacy of her own home and not out in broad daylight. he zooms a little further in, and because of the thin fabric he gets a perfect little outline of what her pussy must look like. he can see the mound, where her clit would be, where her tight little hole would be.

he almost cums in his pants when he notices the small damp spot on the fabric.

shit, i gotta leave.

he snaps a few more pictures, then he stands up. he almost faints when he sees her get up too. she packs her bag back up, stuffing inside her book, phone, towel. she puts on her shoes and starts to walk out of the gates of the barricaded area.

she's fucking walking home?

sidney contemplates for a moment. taking the longer way home, walking off this erection he has, but then decides...why not. why not walk behind her, get a good look at a perfect tight ass. with his luck she would just be a couple houses down and he would be able to walk the two more blocks before walking in his front door.

he had no luck today.

and he especially had no luck when he saw that her bikini strap was coming undone, just like he was about to. but he was a decent man- well maybe not after taking pictures of this woman he saw at the pool and decided to take inappropriate pictures- but he wasn't going to let her walk home and have her top fall off.

"'scuse me, ma'am," he said loudly as he was still a ways behind her. she stopped in her tracks turning around, giving him a kind smile. "yes?"

"i really don't want to sound like a creep- but you're swim top is untied in the back," yeah but you are a fucking creep.

her cheeks got a few shades darker and her eyes went wide, hand covering her mouth. "omg, thank you for telling me! how embarrassing- can you tie it back for me?"

you've gotta be kidding me.

"y-yeah, i can do that." she turns around and holds up her hair. he sees a tattoo on the back of her neck and he takes a small sigh of relief. at least she's over eighteen. "too tight?" he asked, pulling the thin strings. she shakes her head, and he ties the string into a bow for her.

"there ya go, should be able to get you home." she turns around and gives him a smile, holding her bag tight. he does a quick glance down to her chest, but then up to look back at her eyes. they're gorgeous. "where is home for you? i'll walk you."

she purses her lips, "oh, no you don't have to. besides it's kinda...far." he looks her up and down.

"nah, lemme walk you. it's almost dark, don't want anything to happen to you." she nervously laughs and he can tell she's uncomfortable. "i promise i'm not weird or anything," you're such a liar, "but i just want to make sure you get home safe. how old are you anyway? 18?"

something about his demeanor and his tone made her feel at ease. she felt comfortable when she saw his soft smile and hazel eyes.

"well um, don't get mad or anything, but i actually don't live in this neighborhood. my ex boyfriends family does and i still know the code to the pool," he laughs, "gotta work on my tan y'know? and i'm actually 21, i just have a baby face."

they start to walk down the sidewalk together, "let's do this- i'll walk you to my house. just around the corner, and i'll drive you home. s'that okay?"

she bites her lip and walks next to him- really closely. "yeah, that's good. um, what's your name? i'm y/n." she gives him the sweetest smile.

"sidney, nice to meet you."

in just a few short minutes they make it to sidney's house. a beautiful two story house, green lawn, and a front porch. what looks to be a home meant for a family, is a home for a single man in his early forties. he thought by now he'd have at least a wife, but he's too much of a homebody he keeps telling himself.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom, can i get you anything before we leave?" she shakes her head no before sitting on his couch. she looks around his house and it's clear just who he is.

she didn't recognize him at first, her eyes were a little hazy from being in the sun for three hours straight, and plus he's changed a bit since his playing days ended. she feels this sudden wave of confidence wash over her when he walks out.

"um, sidney, can i ask a question?" she steps closer to him, leaving her bag on the couch behind her. he perks up, humming in response putting his hands on her hips. she takes a deep breath.

"were you, taking pics of me in the park?"

immediately his cheeks turned rose red. he bites his lip, "i don't care. i know, i've got the type of body men like, but," she reaches behind her without breaking eye contact.

he feels like he's in some porno movie.

she takes her hair out of her clip, and pulling at the strings he previously tied for her, "i was wondering if you'd wanna see the real thing?" she lets the top fall off her chest and onto the floor.

fuck me.

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cherryblossms · 1 day ago

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he should have known better than to think the conversation about darius was over, especially when he was the one to bring the other man up to begin with. but it still surprised him that angel immediately offered darius up to help install the camera. garam's brows lifted as held his breath, though only for a moment before he started nodding his head. "oh, is he handy like that?" lord knows garam wouldn't have been able to do it. his handiness came in through technology, but not that kind of installation. he definitely wasn't a builder but he'd be able to set up whatever accounts, connect the device to their wifi, and give access to both of their phones. "if you think he can, definitely ask him if he's willing to do this for us. last thing we need is me screwing it up. i'd likely end up breaking something or putting a bunch of little holes in the wall trying to get it in place." garam knew he couldn't stop the two of them from being friends nor would he ever ask that of angel, he'd just have to get over any sort of discomfort he had in regards to darius sooner than expected. "we should probably go with a smaller one, too. if you-know-who tries to come over ever, i don't want him acting all fake nicey-nice because an obvious, overly-jumbo camera is watching him. i'd rather he act on impulse so we'd have physical proof he's dangerous." even if that meant putting himself at risk. he let out a soft, childish giggle before repeating, "my room," as he looked down to the ground. even though he knew his staying with angel was a temporary situation, that it'd still feel like a guest room because it didn't house his own furniture nor decorations, having angel refer it as such made not only his cheeks flush but his ears and the back of his neck as well. garam pulled his phone from his pocket so he could get a head start on ordering the doorbell camera along with other things he would need, so he wouldn't have to be holed up for too long, only to be bombarded with dozens of texts and missed calls when he opened his phone up. he'd completely forgotten to take it off silent, granted he never thought it would have been a bad thing to leave it on. and, of course, they were all from the same person. the man he wished to avoid for the rest of his life; his ex. it made garam question what exactly was going on. axel was supposed to be at work, he wouldn't have had the time nor could he sneak away to try to contact him. he figured that's why axel's brother was there, to keep an eye on garam and angel and act as a makeshift spy where axel couldn't be. so where did all this free time to repeatedly reach out to garam come from? he looked down to see his hand enclosed with angel's, just that small squeeze being enough to calm the anxiety that starting creeping into his chest. when he looked back up to angel, he flashed a small smile— much more sincere than the previous. "i'd really like to go back home." he tried not to sound as worried as he was, he didn't want to give angel anything to worry himself over with, but it was hard to keep it all hidden. no amount of smiling could disguise how he truly felt and he hadn't even read any of the texts yet. garam quickly laced their fingers together, not waiting for angel to take the lead as he began tugging at the taller man. he lead them through seas of people, only looking back to angel once they'd put a comfortable distance between themselves and that store. he figured if they moved quick enough, didn't stop anywhere else throughout the mall, maybe they would lose axel's brother entirely.

“I’ve taken fewer shifts with everything going on…Can’t risk that idiot showing up at the bar.” Angel watched Garam closely, even as he spoke. He gave a soft chuckle, one corner of his mouth lifting. “We’ll leave in a second,” he said gently. “I know you were excited to come, so I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing out. Besides, I’m kind of enjoying the people-watching. It’s like a zoo, but with worse fashion.” Angel tried his best to make light of it as he did his best to push down his panic. He reached out and tugged Garam just slightly closer by the sleeve, guiding them both toward one of the quieter wings of the mall. The scent of perfumes and coffee faded a bit, giving way to the colder, metallic smell of the floors and distant electronics. Angel didn’t need to hear Garam say it to know he was blaming himself. It wasn’t in the words—never was. It was in the way he kept offering to leave or do the dishes. Angel appreciated the kindness. “Hey,” Angel said, pausing and looking at him, tone suddenly softer. “What about this one? It's simple and it’s one that can’t be easily removed. I could have…well, Darius could install it.” He let the words settle before smirking lightly, trying to ease the weight of them with humor, ��Or we could get this massive one. Make it as noticeable as possible.” That earned him a look, but Angel only grinned and walked on. His eyes flickered now and then, instinctively scanning the crowd for signs of Axel—or worse, his brother. Angel hadn’t forgotten the uneasy feeling from earlier, but for now, it seemed quiet. Safe. And still, even through the relative calm, Angel could feel that same desire pulsing through him—not desire for flesh, but for closeness. To protect. To soothe. Garam seemed anxious, and it sparked something primal in Angel, the need to curl around what was his and make sure nothing could touch him. What he needed was for Garam to feel safe, to feel seen. A soft laugh escaped him when he thought about Garam mentioning ordering online. If the man offered to leave, why was he trying to convince him to stay? “Amazon’s the real MVP sometimes,” Angel said gently, brushing his fingers briefly against Garam’s arm.“Let’s go. You can do your shopping in peace from your room, and I’ll make sure to prep everything while you do so.” And that was that. Angel didn’t need grand speeches or guilt-laced reassurances. Just the quiet, consistent way he stood between Garam and the world when it became too much. Angel took his hand and squeezed it, smiling, “Whatever you want, we will do.”

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fernslivers · 3 days ago

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The Marriage Game

You were raised as a boy to ensure your parents could pass on their wealth–and so far, the ruse has held. There's one little snag though… you need a wife. Lucky for you, your parents seem to have found the perfect match, the unwanted former wife of a disgraced samurai.

A/N: AHHH, whew! I hope you like this, anon!! It's going to feature a slightly sweeter Mizu, since I'm trying to write her as she was in the flashback. I figured since that bad moment with the betrayal didn't happen, she would be more guarded but not AS broken and jaded as in canon. I hope it translates correctly and not too OOC. It got a little more spiced than anything I've written so far! I know that wasn't included in the ask so I hope that's okay! :,) [Not beta'd so apologies for any errors in spelling!]

TW: Spice, loss of virginity, unpleasant parents all around, internalized self-hate, gratuitous mentions of M*kio being a dick

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“It's not going to work–she's not going to want me,” you mumble to your mother as you wait for your new bride to arrive. She hushes you.

You subside obediently, but your doubts persist. Your family might have money, plenty of it, but that hasn't stopped several fathers from looking down their noses at you as a husband. Uncommonly delicate for a man, one has said. Too short, snorted another. And the daughters, while they kept their gazes lowered demurely as they'd been taught, had let you know with one glance that they agreed with their parents’ disdain.

You hadn't wanted them anyway, no more than you wanted a man. There was something missing from them, something blank in their yielding sweetness that did not appeal to you. Is there something broken in you?

–

“This one will be different,” your mother had insisted, when she first brought home the news. “She's already been sent home by one husband for being unfit–too ugly, I heard. But strong. She'll be in no position to complain about your looks, and she'll be able to handle the chores you can't.”

You had flushed, stung by the implied insult. All you've ever really wanted to do was express yourself through art–lingering in front of painters’ displays, tracing your fingers over the wares at a pottery booth. Or perhaps to be let alone with your animals, which never wanted you to be anything but yourself. Both choices were actively discouraged in favor of menial chores that added muscle to your limbs and calluses to your hands. But nothing your parents did could make your frame taller, or your features less feminine.

–

Now, as you give her a reproachful glance, she sighs.

“Oh, don't look like that,” she waves your feelings away, as usual. “Besides, she can't refuse you. Her mother has already agreed on her behalf–this isn't a prospective meeting, it's a wedding. Your wedding. Be glad!”

Even still, that might be worse. Gods above, how humiliating would it be for your bride to walk away from the very wedding itself?

You're not even sure what your parents expect to happen here. Yes, in theory, they have a son to inherit their wealth and status.

Then what?

Again, it wasn't that you wanted a man. To be sure, your budding orientation had been a fortuitous development for your parents. But most brides are expecting you to be something that you are not. You certainly don't have the necessary parts to give your new bride an heir to follow you, and carry on the family name. Are they already assuming she'll grow dismissive of you, and take a lover to put a child in the cradle?

Probably, you think grimly. Why would they care about your feelings on the matter? They know you're too gentle to be angry with her, and they'll be happy to know there's a continuation of their name. After all, they sacrificed your happiness just to keep their wealth in the family.

There’s some commotion outside, and your stomach lurches. She's here.

You follow your parents outside, telling yourself not to trail meekly behind like a daughter; you're a son. You have to be strong, confident. Assertive. Yeah, right. Framed between them on the porch, you know you cut a small, unimposing figure, one arm nervously rubbing the other.

Two women are climbing out of the litter that's touching down in the front yard. One, the shorter one, steps forward, as the other hangs back. You hang back also, staying up on the porch, where maybe you'll look taller.

Between you and the other woman, the older folks all congregate, loudly greeting each other with exaggerated politeness and cheer. They’re happy, chatty–proud of themselves for making a deal that each person thinks benefits them the most.

Above their heads, you and your new bride lock eyes.

Oh.

You are so far out of your depths.

Strong doesn't begin to cover the aura of the woman you're set to marry. All the confidence you’re pretending to have, she truly owns, carried as lightly as a cloak around her shoulders, moving with an easy grace and smooth bearing that you could never hope to manage. Even from a distance, you can tell she's got to be at least a half a head taller than you.

At least in expression, you can tell she isn't much more confident than you are. Her eyes travel from your nervous shifting to the softness in your features, to the large amount of space between the top of your head and the doorframe above you. You both have the same trepidatious look, watching each other with the mutual wariness of cats meeting for the first time.

Your mother was wrong about the other thing, though. She certainly is strong, but she is far from ugly. You can feel your breath catch as those startling eyes meet yours… and then your heart sinks as her mouth tightens, and she looks away. Disappointed by you, no doubt. It seems impossible that she could expect you to dislike her. Something inside you folds up in defeat.

This is going to be a disaster.

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Once again, Mizu finds herself in the position of lying silently, waiting for a husband to arrive to claim his bride. This time, she feels no fear of ravishment; she knows what to expect, physically…and unlike Mikio, you were far from gruff during the ceremony and the dinner afterwards. You had carefully offered her the choicest bits of food, asked respectfully about her interests and her travels to come here. Indeed, you were shockingly kind, compared to her last experience.

In some ways, that makes this wait worse. She expected rejection already, and from you, it seems even more likely than before–and she doesn't want it. Mizu doesn't find you undesirable, not by a long shot. But next to you, she feels even less ladylike than she had with Mikio. You are the prettiest, most delicate man she's ever seen, you look like she could snap you in half one-handed. Not the kind of man that's going to go for someone like her.

No. She fears this time that her previous husband was right to call her unlovable. That you won't want her. The thought of having to go through all of this drama to be rejected again fills her with a deep depression. She recalls with horrible clarity the way Mikio had stared at her coldly when she greeted him in her bridal attire, barely bothering to form the words get out. If Mikio had been horrified by her, how much more so will you be? You're no tough old samurai.

She would love to be able to live happily with a husband as pretty and kind as you, even if it meant giving up on her demon’s path. But to do that, she'll never be able to connect with you.

She'll have to forever guard her true self or run the risk of being sent away yet again. Or worse, she wonders if unlike Mikio, you can't choose for yourself; she saw how your parents stomped all over you during dinner. What if they won't allow you to refuse? If you can't send her away, then you might hate her, leaving you both trapped.

She had argued and fought this marriage for so long; only the heavy guilt trip from her mother brought her here. Her mother… the only person ever to accept her besides Eiji; even with the woman's habits and guilting, Mizu finds it impossible to simply leave her uncared for. It’s her duty; something she would never shirk, even if it hurts. She knows from her mother’s long haggling that you've struggled nearly as much as she has in finding a spouse (though, seeing you, she can't understand why), so perhaps you feel as strong-armed into this marriage as she does. Do you resent being shackled to her by a pair of pushy mothers?

She searches every hint of your behavior today in her memory, looking for some clarity on your opinion. Unlike Mikio, you had made no comments on her appearance, but she could feel your eyes lingering shyly on her when she wasn't looking your way. Were you staring out of interest, or distaste?

The door slides open behind her. Mizu squeezes her eyes shut, biting her lip in prayer even though she feels foolish. She'll never be able to admit to herself how much it means to her that someone out there might want her. You were kind at dinner, that must mean something; please reach for her, please show interest, please let it work out this time…

Your footsteps, her new husband’s footsteps, hesitate, standing a few feet back, as though watching her. Then, with a pit of dread opening in her stomach, she hears the steps turn away, and the shuffling of another mat being set out. Her breath hitches in pain, before anger sets in.

No. Not this time. She can't do this again.

She's not going to lay in the dark like a heartsick girl because a pretty man didn't reach for her in the dark. She wants it laid out here and now. She won't deny her ember for another loveless marriage. Not even for mama.

She rolls over abruptly, brow already furrowed.

You freeze in the middle of laying out the blanket, the whites of your eyes glinting as they widen in the dark. Your heart thumps to see the scowl on your new wife's face when she pushes herself up on one elbow to look at you. You had assumed she would not want your attentions, and would pretend to be asleep to avoid them, so you wanted to accommodate her–not as though you could ever lie with her anyway, not in the way you think she's expecting.

“S-sorry, did I wake y–”

“Am I unappealing to you?”

Her voice is different, somehow, low and raspy–nothing like the softer feminine tones she'd tried to use during the day.

Oh no. You stammer for a moment, frozen, unsure what to say, even as you feel a strange flutter in your lower belly. No. Definitely not… unappealing.

“I…I…What?”

Your eyes dart away from hers; do you dare to turn away and ignore her? Instinctively, you know better than to try and command her to hush, whether you're the “man” or not. The very air of the room tells you that you're not in charge, here.

Mizu sits up, still frowning, as dogged in her pursuit of the topic as she is with every other goal.

“It's our wedding night. Why do you want to sleep over there?” She tells herself she's not afraid of failure or rejection anymore; she already believes herself unlovable. But she's bracing for the words all the same. She wants you to say it, admit it, so she can feel justified in abandoning this duty to pursue her revenge. Tell me, she thinks, her eyes boring into you piercingly. Tell me the truth so I can be set free.

For a moment, there's silence, as you meet her gaze, looking stricken. She thinks–at first–that it’s because you're too kind to want to hurt her with the truth.

Internally, you're panicking. What if the truth makes her leave, and your parents turn on you for ruining this? What if she tells her mother, who spreads it across the region via gossip? What if she simply pounds you into a pulp for deceiving her? You saw her lean, muscled arms as she carried in her luggage–she's more than capable.

You’re about to invent some excuse, some lie to buy yourself another night, when you see the barest hint of a flicker in her eyes. Old pain, buried beneath anger and bold demand. What did her last husband say to her, you wonder. You know the humiliation you felt when the word spread that multiple fathers called you undesirable for their daughters. Did she hear the similar rumors that she was somehow undesirable? You feel suddenly sorry for her, stuck with you– a husband that can't give her what a husband should.

At least you can give her the truth.

You look away, sucking in a deep breath.

“I can't… be a husband to you.” Your voice is hushed, the tone cracking at the edges. She takes it exactly the wrong way.

“Because I am ugly to you.” She says flatly, fighting to conceal the sting of hearing her fears confirmed, but then your head snaps around to meet her gaze. So she has heard the rumors, you think.

You have no idea how often she has.

“No!” You exclaim, and the earnestness in your voice disarms her, makes her believe that you mean it even when it seems impossible. “No. You're… you're not at all… you're very–…any man should be proud to have you as a wife.” Your words are a shock, making her heart speed up rapidly as you stammer. Even in the dark, she can tell that you've started to blush, and the ice building in her chest cracks ever so slightly as her own face warms. She can't meet your eyes, suddenly…but then, you’re looking away, too.

“Don't lie.” But her voice wavers uncertainly. She recalls Mikio’s revulsion, his utter refusal to ever look at her again. You're only saying that because you haven't seen the real her, yet.

You shake your head, hands trembling. She deserves to know the truth. But the confession sticks in your throat.

“You deserve better than this,” you mutter, sinking down on your sleeping mat criss-cross, putting your head in your hands. The strangeness of that response gets her attention again.

Mizu stares at you, confused. She deserves-...? She feels suddenly cold as the thought strikes her that you could be feeling an attack of a guilty conscience. Is this all a setup? Were you going to turn her in, but now you feel badly? Was this all a trap?

You’re looking down between your fingers, so a tiny rustle is all the warning you get. You yelp aloud when a sudden weight tackles you to the mat, and she claps a hand over your mouth to silence the noise, both of your other wrists grasped easily in her other hand. Pinned, you’re left staring up at Mizu’s abruptly fierce expression in shock. Despite your alarm, there's a sudden, illogical stab of something squirmy in your lower belly. Her eyes catch the moonlight through the paper windows, gleaming like clear ice in the dark, all shadows and pale blue. This-... this is what was missing from those other girls, you realize, even if you can't parse exactly what this is. She really is something amazing…you can feel your breath catch in your throat, a sudden twinge of mingled regret and desire choking you. If only you could be what a wife would want… you would be hers in truth if you could.

If she isn't about to kill you.

“Who did you tell that I'm here?” She demands, releasing your mouth to let you answer, ignoring her own mixed feelings at the way she can still feel the imprint of your mouth on her palm. Lying below her, your eyes wide and your hair spread across the pillow, you really are lovely. Almost feminine, with your delicate features and full lips. She feels an instant throb of desire, something that had never come on so suddenly or so fiercely in her last marriage. Damn it, she could have been so happy to be married to someone that looked like you. Why does she have to be who she is?

“What do you mean? Why would that matter?” you stammer, confusion dancing in the wide dark pools of your eyes. You've no idea she's got a bounty–you’re sheltered, your parents are wealthy, and don't concern themselves with tracking criminals.

There's something in your genuinely perplexed tone that makes her believe you. You're no fighter, no warrior, only something soft. She knows she would recognize a lie.

As her anger fades, she looks again from your eyes to the wrists that her fingers are wrapped around. Belatedly, with her heart seizing, she realizes that she's done it again.

Attacked her husband, frightened him. Her hands release their grip as she sits back.

Her eyes are stricken, wide with the remembered fallout; the harsh words, the silent packing up, mama’s unforgiving blame. Her heart begins to pound fast once more, certain she's ruined everything. Again.

You sit up, slowly. Seeing her wide eyes, a flicker of fear is building in your chest, too, for a different reason. Her distress seems almost like shock to you, as though she's seen something… You don't bind at night, did she see–...?

Fearfully, you tug the collar of your sleepwear more tightly together.

Mizu recognizes the motion instantly; recalls her own compulsive tugging… and why. Something clicks, cutting through her panic and steadying her. A suspicion, tiny but impossible to ignore, as she watches you look away, your face tight. Your soft-featured face, with that smooth, delicate throat–

It's not possible. The coincidence would be too…

Her expression shifts from guilt and horror to sudden focus. Again, she shoots out a hand, covering yours against your collar, gripping it tightly. You look up, prey-animal fear in your eyes.

“Don't…lie,” she says again, more softly, and the blue searches over your face like an illuminating shaft of moonlight. Your own eyes are luminous in the dim room, wet enough to reflecting the low light, even if men aren't meant to cry.

But… you aren't that, are you–and now she knows it.

—

You explain it all slowly, with your knees pulled to your chest. An instinctive shield.

“My parents… tried very hard to have a son to carry on the family line,” you whisper at the end. “But… after me…something had gone wrong. My birth made it so that there were no more babies. They only had me.” You hang your head, and Mizu recognizes her own guilt, that of a gaslit child, in your face. It stuns her, to see it in another, clarifying her own mother’s actions with sudden horror. She doesn't resent the freedom she's gained to seek her revenge, but in you, she sees that the disguise only came with more shackles. “So because it was my fault… they felt I had to make up for it.”

Anger curdles in her chest.

“It was the gods’ decision if it was anyone’s,” she says fiercely. “Not yours. You were a child.”

You look up at her, hope and hesitance warring on your face. In the silence, an owl cries outside, the haunting call drifting in through the open window. She stops, shocked by the impact of her own words on herself, hearing them said aloud in her own voice. It wasn't your fault. How long has she waited, without realizing, to hear someone say that to her?

“How do you know?” You ask, your smile growing crooked.

Mizu’s hands clench into fists in her lap. Only moments ago, she had felt certain to find herself rejected yet again, certain she would be slipping away before morning, finally feeling freed of obligation, having truly seen the proof that she could never live a normal life.

Now conflict dogs her conscience.

You see the consternation in her eyes, and though you could never know the reason, you rightly assume the situation is causing her some mixed feelings.

Hesitantly, you reach out, your hand covering hers.

“Don't lie.” You murmur her own words back to her, and she can't find a reason to fight the invitation in your gentle gaze.

—

You're astonished when she explains about her vow, about the similar disguise she adopted.

“But you're so beautiful,” you blurt out, unable to believe she could pass for a man, then flush when she meets your gaze with disbelieving surprise. A little scoff escapes her, but when you hold her gaze steadily, serious, she looks down.

“...I'm sorry,” she replies, stumbling a bit over the honesty. You smile shyly, your turn to be flustered, and she feels her heart turn over. Cute. It startles her to realize her attraction hasn't lessened now that she knows the truth.

“For what?”

“I nearly killed you just now. I frightened you.”

You remember the heart-pounding sight of her above you, her gaze glinting like a blade, teeth bared fiercely. The squirm in your belly has nothing to do with fear.

“You didn't hurt me,” you tell her reassuringly. “Startled me, only. You moved so fast. It was…”--hot–“...impressive.” You give a short laugh. “Perhaps you should be the husband. You're better at it than me.”

Belatedly, you see the flash of pain in her eyes. You have to be a boy, Mizu. Stricken at her expression, you begin to stammer out an apology, but she shakes her head, waving it away as though her moment of vulnerability is too uncomfortable to linger on. All she says is, “Being violent doesn't make a better husband.”

“No,” You agree, apologetically. “But I wish I could protect you the way you seem able to protect yourself.”

“I don't need protection,” she says, more harshly than she meant to. At your flinch, her brow softens. There's a little pause.

You draw your knees up, hugging them. “I guess you'll want to leave, now?” The thought is depressing, but hearing her speak of her vow, the spark in her eyes, you can't stand the idea of trapping her here as your fake wife.

“What?” She looks up, eyes widening.

“On your quest?” You clarify. “I would not force you to stay here, no matter what our parents say.” When she doesn't reply, only stares openmouthed, you add, “I can get you the things you need. We have money. I can get you a travel pass, a horse… whatever might help you.”

She closes her mouth, opens it–closes it again. She looks genuinely moved, the icy edge of her eyes softening as her hand convulsively grasps yours, gratitude bubbling up inside her; of the tiny number of people she has let past her walls, you are the first to ever offer even a scrap of encouragement towards her goals. To Eiji she was foolish, to her mother–selfish, to Mikio… well, even in the beginning he had laughed skeptically, and it had only gone worse from there.

But…

“I owe it to mama to make this work out,” she says with a sigh, though resentment burns in her heart. A disloyal voice mutters in her heart that Mama only wants her as a meal ticket, but she dismisses it.

“We could keep your mother here, while you get your revenge,” you offer, wanting to please her so badly, trying to hide your reluctance; already, you don't want her to go. Her hand over yours is warm, it feels so strong…it's the first time anyone besides family has touched you in any capacity.

She smiles ever so slightly, a rare moment of humor, tinged with the truth. “I could not leave you with them; you've done nothing to deserve such a fate.”

You smile gratefully, then bite your lip, thinking.

“Maybe you could…pretend to be me?”

Her brow furrows. “What?”

“On the travel pass–it would have my name. We could travel together, the husband and his new wife,” you expand on the thought, speculating as you go. “You can take up your disguise again when you want to, I can take it up when you don't… either way, all anyone would see would be a man and his wife, traveling legally.”

She's staring again. She looks so blankly dumbfounded that you begin to feel like maybe your plan really is that stupid.

“I'm the heir, remember? I can do as I like, technically.” You grin reluctantly, even as you heart thumps at the idea of your parents' reactions. You've never defied them this outrageously before, but since you're meant to be their son, it occurs to you that they can't protest without outing themselves or losing their heir. It's funny; you've never realized how much power you had, that they need you as much as you need them. Not until you had someone you wanted to help.

“I…I can make sure we have money, and I can stay out of the way…if we can afford horses, and places to stay it will be easier for me to stay out of danger. Maybe with bigger bribes, you won't have as much trouble…”

Still, she says nothing.

“...And your mother can stay here! My parents can't say you left me if we go together, not if they want to keep their son, so they will have to…care for her as an in-law…honorably…” her staring is really starting to make you nervous. “Mizu…?”

She lunges forward again and you freeze; only to feel those hands gently cup your face instead of squeezing your wrists. Softly, at odds with the quickness of her movements, she kisses you.

All your life, you had wondered what it would be like to be kissed; you had simply assumed it was a privilege you would never be allowed. You had no desire for men, and surely no wife would want to once she knew your secret…

It's everything you had never thought you would be allowed to have; her lips glide smoothly and sweetly against yours, lighting up nerve endings you didn't know existed, sending cascades of tingles down your spine. Despite the softness of it, there's an easy sense of control in the way she tilts your face with her hands, guiding you where she wants you, one callused palm sliding down to stroke over the skin of your neck, tugging you closer. You shiver at the muted strength behind that easy tug, how it pulls you forwards against her without the slightest effort.

There's a heat coiling in your belly that you've never felt before by the time she pulls back, her eyes searching your face.

There is a pause.

“...I don't want to sleep alone,” she blurts out, cheeks flushed. Your heart, already fluttering, begins to thump hard.

“Neither do I,” You say breathlessly, watching the way she smiles again, shakily.

You stare at each other, lost as to how to proceed.

“I…I don't know how to please a woman,” she says finally, her flush deepening.

“I don't know how to please anyone.” You admit.

You both stutter out a laugh, mutually nervous, but then the laughter fades to a charged silence.

Slowly, as if trying not to scare you away, she reaches out for you again, cupping the back of your head. This time the kiss is only soft for the first moments before it grows heated, hungrier, both of you relaxing into a desire you never expected to be reciprocated.

The swipe of a tongue over your lower lip startles you; it slips between your lips when they part on a gasp. At your tiny noise, you can feel her tense; she rises from sitting, to her knees, shuffling closer to you, her hand sliding down your spine. Without breaking the kiss, she guides you back to lie down on the mat.

This time when she looks down at you, the fire behind the ice has a very different burn to it, still focused like a beam of light all on you; no less of a thrill. Desire is written across your flushed features, easy to read…along with anxiety; this is all so new to you.

Long fingers stroke your cheek. The blue eyes are intent, focused as always, but determined on something more pleasant now. “I will take care of you,” comes the whispered reassurance. She presses another kiss to your lips, then another, pulling back to watch the way your eyes slowly lose their nerves and become hazy. Her gaze roves over your pretty features, down over the smaller frame beneath her. She swallows back her own nerves; she wants to make this good for you, better than what she had.

The neck. She remembers how good that, at least, had felt with-...no. She's not going to think about him anymore–not ever again.

It's easy to redirect her thoughts; the first brush of her lips against the delicate skin beneath your jaw rewards her with the sound of you moaning her name softly, sending a pulse of desire straight down through her core, more potent than she can ever remember feeling. Without thinking, she bites down, reveling in the soft skin yielding beneath her teeth. You grit your teeth to stifle your cry, desire pooling with sudden intensity between your legs at the little spark of pain.

“Too hard?” Oh by the gods, that raspy voice in your ear…

“Mm-mm,” you manage shakily, teeth digging into your lip.

“Tell me if it is,” comes the reply, firm voice breathless, lips already finding your skin again. Your fingers tighten against her shoulders as she buries her head deeper against your neck.

Her fingers are careful when they part your shirt, while you fumble nervously with the many, many layers of her kimono. She isn't exactly helpful, more interested in letting her long fingers map the contours of your body, finding places that make your fingers stumble and your body twitch. She leaves you to puzzle out her clothes, distracted and eager, so that you’re too busy to be shy…up until the moment her hands push your thighs apart.

You freeze with a gasp, your face going deep red so fast that heat prickles behind your eyes. Nobody has ever, ever seen you like this, exposed, openly desirous.

“Mizu…”

She pauses immediately, breathing hard. Her eyes are piercing, hungry. She looks…incredible. You've managed to get her down to her hadagi, with the base layer garment falling off one lean, sharp shoulder, her hair falling in a rich dark curtain around you both. She looks like a wolf crouched above you, a feast waiting within its grasp, predatory in a thrilling way. But then she looks up at you, and you can see that she's waiting–she's used to self denial. She'll wait forever for you to be ready. “We can stop–” she murmurs.

No. You shake your head, but you’re too overwhelmed to speak. I don't want to stop. Feeling desperate to make it clear, you reach out and take her hand, pulling it down to the pulsing ache at the apex of your thighs.

The touch is a shock to you, even self-inflicted. You suck in air sharply at the feeling of her hand, cool fingers against wet heat. Wide eyes meet hers; you see the predator flare again as the blue color darkens. Cute, she can't help but think, flexing her fingers against you and seeing you arch immediately, biting your lip to stifle your cry. So…sweet.

Once she's seen your face crease in ecstasy, she will take the time to disrobe, properly; she'll teach you how to touch her. She can feel herself throb at the thought of your face in flushed, shy concentration as your hands find the places on her body that ache to be touched. For now she straddles your thigh, pressing her heated core against it as her fingers press inside you, burying her grunt of pleasure in your neck as she feels you shift your muscles to press up against her more firmly. Even in the throes of losing your virginity, you respond to her pleasure.

It's nothing like what she knew before; as she brings you forward into submission, everything is soft and slick and easy, and there is nothing but a pleasure that builds on and on. She knows that for you, this is all you know, and she is determined that this is all you will ever know; easy pleasure under her possessive touch.

–

She wakes you before the sun is up, and you gape at the person above you. It’s still Mizu, but dressed as a man, her hair scraped back into a bun, only that one stubborn curl escaping. She looks sharper, more dangerous, and you feel a pulse of delighted attraction. No matter how you dress, you are stunning.

You pack as quietly as possible. By mutual agreement, you'll stay dressed as a man for now; it's easier to ride, and all of her kimonos are at least a foot too long for you. Besides, frankly, you have no idea how to dress or behave as a woman.

She looks over her shoulder at the house, seeming guilty, as you pack up.

“She'll be fine,” you murmur, taking up your reins. Internally, you think with some vindictiveness that the three of them will probably drive each other completely crazy, and they'll deserve it. But Mizu has honor, and duty, on her mind, and you want to save her the conflict.

“We can come back to visit, or stay, when you're done,” you offer, and she turns to you with a grimace. You have to laugh. You agree with the unspoken thought of how unpleasant that could be.

“Then we’ll settle somewhere new, when this is all over,” you promise her, your chest bubbling with happiness at the thought.

“Hm,” she grunts. Something about her male disguise in the light of day seems to make her more taciturn, more guarded from the soft openness you saw last night in the darkness.

But there's still a tiny hint of that same smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she glances sidelong at you from under the brim of her wide hat.

“How do you feel about raising horses?”

You smile. “How do you feel about becoming artists?”

Something about the word artist seems to brighten something in her eyes, even behind the glasses; she looks almost light for a moment at the prospect.

“An artist,” she says, low and contemplative, turning back to face the road, thinking with a pang of her sword father, how much she can't wait for you to meet him. “Perhaps that is my fate.”

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Q. I have such whiplash from the last few days. Free them please.

A. It's been a lot, lol. I'm going to kind of PR nerd brain out for a minute because these last two days specifically have been super interesting. Oliver and Ryan have clearly both been told to stick to their canned answers for the most part, but have also clearly been instructed to drop a tease or so as well. Ryan obviously gave his standard brother reply, which honestly should not have surprised anyone. Oliver dropped his standard Eddie is straight reply. They're the exact same answer just said with different nouns (or noun phrase but you know what I mean). Oliver dropped most of his teases in the podcast. It's difficult to get more teasing than 'super gay'. But Ryan also dropped a teaser/clue in his interview. I will take a moment to say that neither Oliver or Ryan benefit from print interviews because their respective approaches/personalities don't translate well in print. Oliver is super British, which means he's very dry. Super quick witted, but very dry, and that does not translate well in print at all. So he often comes across as a dick. Ryan, when he's trying not to spoil something, kind of word vomits and hopes for the best, until it comes to Buddie questions or anything approaching sexuality questions, which is what he's trying not to spoil. In those areas he gives the same canned responses. So his print interviews end up sounding dismissive because those responses don't match his other rambles. But that's not how either man really is so when videos drop of those exact same interviews the tone of the entire interview completely changes. Because the videos show their faces. Which means people get to see their smiles, and their awkwardness, or in Ryan's case his face turning bright red. They're terrible liars. Abysmal liars. It's actually hilarious how bad they are. But they're also ridiculously charming and it works completely in video form. What was amazing about the Ryan interview video in particular was you could see in real time the moment he realized he messed up. Yes he said the word brother, but almost immediately one of two things happened. He either wasn't supposed to say the word brother anymore, but is so hardwired to that answer that he slipped back into factory setting mode, and then tried to correct it; or he missed the segway where he was supposed to drop his future relationship tease and had to course correct. Because he dropped that line about his next relationship (which was clearly ummm yeah) completely out of context and not at all at the right point in the interview. His ears even got red. It was amazing to watch. They're both very conscious of not being the one to spoil it ahead of time, and in video interviews that mostly comes across as awkward and charming, but in print interviews they just sound irritated. It's wild.

Another interesting thing was Oliver's very coached answer to the Tommy question. His reaction to the Tommy stuff during the podcast was clearly spur of the moment and off the cuff, (loved it. no notes) which works on a podcast. Today he was much more diplomatic in his answer. That was not a coincidence. I think he was instructed to make sure he reiterated that that particular storyline is over for Buck, but I also think they worked with him a bit on the best way to say that. Which doesn't surprise me at all. We all love Oliver's hater game but the upfronts is not the place for that. And truth be told Oliver probably didn't require much coaching on that answer but he had clearly practiced it a few times (Aisha not so much, lol). And honestly it was long overdue to be said. There was no reason to give the impression that it's open ended when episode 15 really brought that storyline to a natural conclusion. As for all the tommies in my inbox spiraling over Tommy being reintroduced as Buck's love interest again in episode 11 only for it to go nowhere, all I can say is that's not what he was brought back for. He was brought back to be the catalyst for the GA to question Eddie's sexuality. That was it. And the episode made that clear. You pretending that's not what was happening doesn't magically make it go away. He was always going to serve that purpose. Tim just should have never dragged it out this long. So ABC officially drawing a line through him and that plot point made sense. Moving on.

Probably means nothing, I want to stress that from go, but the fact that Tim doesn't appear to have been at the upfronts is interesting. He runs the number one show on the network, and was given a 2nd show as a result, dear god every new thing that comes out about the Nashville spinoff just sounds worse and worse, but I digress, so him not being at the event was noticeable. Shandoa Rimes was always there. ABC doesn't discourage show runners from attending. Again it most likely means nothing, but it is noticeable. I don't believe for one minute he willingly passed up the opportunity to talk about himself. Tim has been pretty concerning this season, especially the back half of the season. A couple of his interviews were giant red flags, in my opinion. For example the interview he gave after episode 15 was a disgrace from start to finish. Wanting to build an episode around a helicopter chase because you want to do your take on Apocalypse Now is astoundingly stupid (no he didn't want it for Tommy. The man flat out said he wanted to play Apocalypse Now). Deciding to kill your main character off, even though it will prove to be a fake out, apparently on a last minute whim, is a fireable offense. Having zero plan amongst the cast on how to proceed with the bit until the reveal is just unprofessional. Not being willing to stick to any kind of storyboarding or plan all season long is nonsensical, exhausting and highly disrespectful to your cast, crew and audience. I'm not going to touch the Ryan thing because it's very concerning on multiple levels and needs immediate reviewing on ABC's part. There are clearly issues with Tim and I don't know if this means ABC realizes that at minimum a conversation needs to take place, but they have to do something about him. They have to address some of these things. Again I want to stress that it's probably nothing but it was weird to me that he of all people doesn't appear to have been there. My boss never misses a chance to brag about his accomplishments. And Tim's never been shy about praising himself in the past. So yeah.

All in all a most enjoyable few days. I'm having a blast, as are most of us by the looks of things. Can't do anything about people who just refuse to read between the lines on things or follow obvious clues. I'm not responding to those asks either. Oliver and Ryan are not allowed to say anything definitive yet and I will never understand why some people don't get that. Anyway, carry on.

Thank you so much Nonny! My inbox desperately needed this post.

I won't touch upon everything mentioned in this post. The Tim Minear & Ryan Murphy topic speak for itself I think. But I do want to talk about the Oliver and Ryan part.

Okay, first of all...

For all the people dooming right now:

Step away from the interviews. Don't read them, don't listen to them and just ignore them. It's obvious that they stress you out to an unhealthy degree.

Ryan and Oliver CANNOT say ANYTHING about the upcoming finale and season 9. THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED! So yes, they spin around in circles, repeating the same thing, over and over again.

Oliver refers to Eddie as 'straight' in one interview and Ryan calls them 'brothers' in another. It isn't anything we haven't heard before. 🤷‍♀️

So just focus on the show for a minute. We have had soooo many clues and hints in the show that they are going forward with Buck being in love with Eddie and Eddie discovering his 'joy' (= Buck). We have also seen that Eddie is willing to do anything for Buck. That last episode was very telling. So yes... somewhere along the line Eddie will also realise that he feels more than friendship for Buck.

It is the obvious next step at this point. There is no way back and the show and network know it.

But of course, neither of these men can talk about this yet. Because yes, Eddie is still canonically straight right now. He is immensely queer-coded, but in the text he is still straight. So what else is Ryan supposed to say? He cannot yet truthfully answer the Buddie question.

So please stop blaming Ryan for not willing to do Buddie or whatever it is you are dooming over. The man is an actor who acts out what is in the script. He has often showed support for Buddie. He is fine with it. 🤷‍♀️

But he cannot possibly hint at anything to do with Eddie's sexuality, because then the cat would be out of the bag, and it's obvious that this is supposed to be a big surprise to the GA.

I will say this though...

That one line where Ryan talks about Eddie's next relationship being a life-changing one that will throw him for a loop??? Come on you guys. We got a quote like that and you're still dooming.🙄 Puh-lease.

As I said before, Buddie is a sure thing... the timeline however? I'm not sure about. I do expect something in the finale episode. But I truly don't know what that will be.

We'll have to wait and see. I for one cannot wait to watch that finale!🤗

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

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wonnieluv · 16 hours ago

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pull the plug - s.jy

Summary: after working your connections and needing a job after graduating college, you’ve found yourself find yourself working a US Tour for one of your favorite groups, Enhypen

fem!reader x idol!Jake

warnings: suggestive, swearing, kissing, skinship, cuddling, Jake is down bad

masterlist | enha masterlist

Networking is everything. That’s what they drilled into your head the second you stepped foot into college when you decided you wanted to study Music Business.

Now just a few short years later you’re freshly graduated with a job opportunity on your plate for what feels like a dream straight out of one of your favorite tumblr fics. Working as a staff on Enhypen’s US Tour.

That’s how you’ve found yourself standing at the side of the pit while the group runs through their tech rehearsals.

You’re now on the third concert of their tour, and you're definitely settling into the role. It’s tiring at times, but you’re having the time of your life getting to travel and work with one of your favorite artists. The shows have gone smoothly for the most part, except for one minor quirk.

You’ve had to help fix a certain Australian boys microphone at least twice during each soundcheck not to mention an extra third time during the second New York show.

Your boss has overseen you fixing Jake’s mic so many times and not once has she said you’re doing anything wrong. She even made sure to reassure you that you aren’t doing anything wrong but it’s gotten to the point that you’ve officially been put on Jake duty.

Yes. Jake duty.

Your official job of essentially following him around whenever he is offstage to make sure he doesn’t damage the microphone and if he does you can fix it in time for him to go back onstage. During tech rehearsals, sound check, outfit changes, and VCR breaks.

It’s gotten to point where you swear he looked you dead in the eye as he slightly bent the receiver out of place before calling you over to fix it.

Now it wasn’t bent so bad that it was broken but he’s essentially been instructed to not touch it anymore and he’s having way too much fun making you all flustered when you come close to him.

🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

The members have now all gotten dressed and are prepping to head backstage from their green room. You’re sat in the corner with a staff you’ve befriended chatting about what you want to do on your day off in Chicago the next day before you hear the all too familiar teasing of Jay’s voice

“Y/nnnnn, Jake broke his mic. Again.” You let out a soft sigh and look over to where the pair are now standing seeing Jake’s mic wire hanging out of his jacket where it should be connected to his mic pack.

“Jake just admit it. You’ve got a crush on her and you like it when she touches you” Jay teases as he watches you walk over to Jake to fix his mic.

You’re standing behind him as you feel your face flush slightly at his comment and thank god for that because you don’t even want to imagine the stupid smirk that would adorn is beautifully sculpted face if he was facing you.

“And what if I do. At least I could pull a baddie and you’re sitting over there alone with your guitar” Jake jokes back

Luckily, his mic is back in place because, honestly, you would’ve dropped it. I mean, what else would a person do if Jake called them a baddie

“You’re all good Jake” you say stepping out from behind him but before you fully walk away you pause and face him “and by the way. If you really wanted to flirt. You could do it like a normal person instead of messing with the thousand dollar equipment” you say with a smile. As Jay begins to relentlessly tease him, you make your way back to your previous spot and continue your conversation as if your heart wasn't palpitating at a concerning rate.

Long story short, Jake’s microphone had absolutely no problems the entire show. What replaced it though, was the unnecessary prolonged eye contact, the winks, the smirks, and even the unnecessary slight brushes of his hand against yours as he passes by just a bit too close to you as he moves through the crowded backstage.

🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

With Jake no longer deliberately sabotaging his microphone, the show went on without a hitch.

Does this mean you were right? Was he really just breaking things on purpose so you'd get close to him? If so, what are you supposed to do with that? Jump his bones? Tempting offer, but you opt to be the nonchalant queen you are and ignore his existence after the show.

You don't say anything as you retrieve his undamaged microphone pack and wires from him after the encore before briskly walking away to place it where it belongs and collect your belongings before the staff car leaves for the hotel. Simple plan really.

Not so simple because a certain Australian boy decided he was going to follow you when he noticed you going off on your own. The next thing you know, your back is against the cement wall of the backstage and your eyes are locking with Jake's.

"Jake, what the hell," you say. The shock of this turn of events evident in your voice

"If you keep avoiding me, I'll start breaking my mic again," He says it so casually you almost miss exactly what he meant. By the time you comprehend any of it he's already walking back down the hallway you both came from.

"See you later pretty girl"

🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

You let out a light exhale as you relax into your seat in the car as you wait for the rest of your staff friends to join you. You guys normally leave the venue a while after the boys do as teardown takes a little bit of extra time. By the time you pull up to the fancy hotel they have you in, it's long past midnight.

You bid farewell to your friend as her room is right off the elevator on the floor BeLift rented out for safety purposes. Your room is further down at the end of the hallway, around the corner. You lucked out with a corner room with beautiful views of the city.

As you round the corner to the final stretch of hallway that feels a little more greuling after the long day, you notice a man standing outside your door looking down at his phone in his hands. He has a flop of brown hair on his head, slightly messy from the number of times he ran his hand through it, and a stupidly handsome side profile. You know exactly who he is, but you're not too sure you want to face him right now, so you continue past him without sparing him an obvious glance.

You almost exhale thinking you got past freely before you hear "y/n"

You freeze just as you're about to scan your room key. "Jake," you respond, trying to keep as calm as possible. What on earth could he want from you at nearly 1 in the morning?

You don't turn to face him but you don't enter your room quite yet. You feel him step closer to you.

"What are you doing here Jake...?" You say almost breathily as you continue to face the door

He doesn't say anything before you feel a soft hand gently turning you to face him.

As you make eye contact with him your breath nearly stops at how close his face is to yours. You can practically feel his breath on your lips as you struggle to keep your focus on his eyes.

"I'm here to do something that I've been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on you..." His voice comes out almost in a whisper as he slowly backs you up until you're trapped between him and your hotel door.

"And what might that be..." Your gaze flickers to his plump lips just has he bites his lower lip pulling at it slightly before letting it go.

"I think you have a pretty good idea already... I just need you to tell me yes"

A week ago, you would've slapped yourself at the desperation dripping from your voice, but right now in this moment, you don't even care when you reply, "Please..."

The word barely rolls off your tongue before his lips are on yours. Everything about it is soft. His plump lips that are connected to yours. The way he takes his time as he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. The soft locks that you run your hands through as he pulls you closer, if that's even possible.

You're too engrossed in what's happening to notice him guiding your hand with your room key to the scanner on the door, but the second that door opens, he momentarily pulls away to push you into your room. The door barely shuts before he's back on you.

By the time you pull away to catch your breath, your bag has long been thrown to the ground, his jacket the same, you both look a mess from the clear passion of, as you would put it, whatever the fuck just happened.

"Impatient are we". He chuckles softly as he presses his forehead against yours, with his hands resting on your waist.

You don't respond as you close your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and your heartbeat.

The two of you remain there for a moment, just silently in each other's presence, before he moves his head from yours, just momentarily before giving you a light peck on your forehead.

"You should go to bed," He says softly as he steps back. His face morphs into a soft smile noticing the light confusion in your eyes as they search his.

"It's not that I don't want to," He says, bringing your hand up to his lips, giving a soft kiss to the back of it, "Trust me if I could you'd be on the bed right now and nobody would be seeing you until we have to go to the airport" he chuckles out as he wraps his arms around your waist again. "but you look like you could fall asleep standing up, and I'm not going to rush this."

You nod as your shoulders relax slightly at his response, an unknown wave of relief washing over you.

"You can still stay... if you want," You say softly as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

"Oh? Can't get enough of me already?" He says with a tilt of his head, "I don't know... You might jump my bones." His tone is playful as he quirks his eyebrow with that stupid smile on his face.

"Hmm... I guess I'll save that for another time." You say, returning his banter as you push off the wall and head further into the room.

Jake quickly makes himself at home, kicking off his shoes and lying starfish on your bed. You chuckled at him before throwing the TV remote at him, causing him to lift his head at you quizically.

"I'm showering," you answer the unspoken question on his face before turning around to grab your clothes.

He flops his head back on your bed "you sure you don't need help?"

"Don't get any ideas" you say slapping his leg as you walk past. You barely catch his yelp in reaction as you close the bathroom door.

🤎🤎🤎🤎🤎

You step out of the bathroom, freshly showered in an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. Jake decided to make himself comfortable. His hoodie is shed and now lying on one of the chairs by your window as he sits against the headboard watching something on his phone while some random 2000's sitcom is playing softly on the TV at the foot of the bed.

When hears you exit the bathroom he turns off his phone and sets in on the nightstand and gets comfortable in the pillows patting the spot next to him.

"reserved VIP seating just for you, pretty girl" The smile on his face almost makes your knees buckle as you shuffle over to the empty side of the bed and lie down next to him.

He lazily wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you just slightly closer. You feel the warmth of his chest against your back as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, his breath tickling you as he inhales the scent of your freshly showered hair.

"tomorrow..." he starts softly "you're mine"

"Oh? And what if I made plans to go enjoy myself in this lovely city," you say playfully. Your hand reaches down to play with the rings on his fingers that were once holding your waist.

"Hmmm too bad"

You giggle softly and lean back into him as you close your eyes and relax into his hold. As you do so, you feel him relax against you, breath evening out as he mindlessly holds you just a bit tighter.

As you let much-needed sleep take over your brain, the conversation of what will happen when you inevitably blow off your friends tomorrow and what all of this means for the two of you leaves your brain. That's a problem for tomorrow's you. Tonight's you is contently snuggled up in Jake's embrace wondering what kinda voodoo shit she cast to end up in this position and what other kind of voodoo shit she can cast to make it last a little bit longer.

And when you wake up in the morning to Jake's pouty face trying as hard as he can (and succeeding) to keep you in bed for just 5 more minutes, you realize maybe you won't have to try too hard to keep him around.

authors note: sooooo what do we thiiiink? I reworked this like 20 times and i think I’m finally semi-satisfied with it so I hope you all enjoyed it!!

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[[For ease of reading, and so don't annoy everyone with more excessively long posts, I've posted the entirety of the story under the cut]]

Day 2

I feel like I'm going to want to start logging these posts. If for nothing else than a log of Things I Tried that DID NOT work. We will call this day 2 because I started writing this log yesterday. Or not yesterday, but like, last today. Yestertoday. Yestoday. This is dumb. Anyways.

My plan did not go to... Plan.

Let me explain the problem first, and then I'll explain my "plan."

A few loops ago, before I knew it was a loop, I figured I would skip my morning workout in the hopes of getting to work early, because "there was a lot of traffic on First st. these last few days" I hadn't yet realized it was always the SAME traffic.

Anyways I left early and sure enough there was no traffic. I was actually at the red when I saw the guy for the first time, he seemed distracted, he kept looking at his phone and then whipping his head around, clearly he was looking for something and, by the amount of sweat on his forehead, he had been for a while. I only really noticed the guy because every other person I could see was looking at him too. The crossing guard, the kids, their parents, the people at the cafe, everyone was looking at the dude having a really bad day. He wasn't exactly being subtle is what I'm getting at.

All of a sudden he looks across the street and gets this big relieved look, seemed to find whatever it was he was looking around for, and headed toward it. It's just unfortunate that the light had changed while he looked at his phone.

No one had time to react, to even say anything. One second twe were all watching some guy act out the 5 stages of grief at 7:35 am, the next a Ford F-150 turned him into paint.

So, my plan was this; to stop that from happening.

I'll admit it's not the most thorough plan but I figure what it lacks in steps, it makes up for in adaptability.

Today, I made it there just as the man was looking up from his phone, maybe 45 seconds later than the day before, which meant I was still early enough to get out of my car, run into the road and yell "HEY STOP" but decidedly not early enough to then avoid the fucking truck myself. Oh also, the guy still got hit. He ran onto the road, I guess to try to help me, and a BMW took his legs out. The bastard. What was he going to do? Reattach my spine?

Well I'm back in bed at home so I'll take that as suspicions: confirmed re:timeloop.

I'm going to go to work now, after that I'll figure out a plan to get to the intersection earlier.

Day 3: I'm stupid

Why the fuck was I still going to work. Yesterday I TRIED to warn my boss about his paper coffee cup having a bad seam, and when he rolled his eyes and took a sip, thus spilling coffee on himself YET again, he tried to make it MY fault. He said I somehow distracted him? I went back to my office thinking one day I should find a better way to spend my life once I'm out of this loop when it hit me, and man do I feel dumb. 9-5 for the last I don't even know how many actual days. I could have been planning. I could have been doing anything other than finance. So I quit. I mean it won't matter tomorrow but I've decided to stop going in regardless.

I'm going to spend the next few days experimenting. Currently I wake up with my alarm at 6:30, which gives me one hour to put into action my plan, my first goal is to try and extend that time as much as I can.

The morning after my brush with a pickup's grill, my neck and back were achy for about an hour, which leads me to believe that my body remembers something of the last days events, even if after a while they fade. I'm going to first try staying up all night, to see if I can just start the day at midnight, and failing that, I'm going to try the exciting plan of going to bed early and drinking loads of water, because changing my phone's alarm won't do anything as it will reset every morning anyways.

I'll make sure to keep note of anything interesting over the next few loops, but I doubt I'll make much actual progress. Still, this log ensures I remember what happened, every detail, so I can change it. why? Why not spend eternity trying to save a life.

Day 7

Okay staying up doesn't work. The second I pass midnight I pass out, waking up at my usual time, just a little more tired and sluggish than usual. I run the risk of actually sleeping through my alarm and losing precious minutes. Lacey's alarm actually woke me up the first time I tried it.

Chugging water just meant I had to rush to the bathroom when I woke up, but it was still my alarm waking me.

Weirdly, going to bed early was the the thing that did the trick. I didn't have much hope in this working, but Lacey has been going to bed early for the last 20 years of our marriage and she's always up well before her alarm, so I figured it couldn't hurt to try.

Now it's not like I'm gaining hours, but yesterday I went to bed at 9:00 pm and I'm currently writing this at 6:25 am. Is going to bed 2.5 hours early worth it for 5 extra minutes in the morning? Usually I'd say no, but this isn't a usual situation. 5 extra minutes might be the difference I need.

5 minutes does, unfortunately seem to be the max I can get though, two days ago I tried going to bed at 8:30 and all I got for it was a weird look from Lacey. If anything, It took me longer to fall asleep than at 9, and so I ended up actually sleeping in a few minutes before I realized what I was doing.

The guy steps into the path of the truck at exactly 7:35am, meaning I have 1 hour and 10 minutes to stop that from happening every day. That means prep, getting there, and execution of my plan must require a maximum of 70 minutes, including the 34 minutes it take for me to drive there.

Actually I wonder if there is a better route. I'm going to try a few different paths over the next couple loops, and keep note of which one is fastest.

Okay, my alarm just went off, I'm gonna try getting there early and just tackling the guy. Maybe I'm overthinking it and it's just that simple.

Day 8: it was NOT that simple.

So I tried just running up and tackling the guy. Apparently some people don't appreciate being, in bystanders words, "chased by a guy who ran out of his car."

So, when the guy RAN AWAY FROM THE MAN TRYING TO SAVE HIS LIFE, and INTO TRAFFIC, everyone made it seem like it was somehow MY fault, and I spent the rest of the day in a holding cell. I called Lacey to bail me out, but I couldn't reach her at work and they only allowed me one phone call. I suppose I could have sped up the wait by hanging myself in my cell or something dramatic like that but that just doesn't feel right to me.

Maybe if I keep getting arrested, sure, but it wasn't actually all that bad once the processing was done. I did what I imagine you are supposed to do in jail; I thought about what landed me in that position and how to prevent it from happening again. That left me with a few things I'm going to have to consider moving forward if I want to save this guy and also continue on with my life as normal.

Which, is still a time loop, but, again, I'm fine with routine. I'm also finding that I'm perfectly content with this situation now that I've found something interesting to do with my days. "Day". That's still annoying.

Okay here's my list of Things I Considered In Jail:

- I shouldn't resort to anything that can get me arrested, injured (or killed) or otherwise caught up in unnecessary shenanigans.

- If I get caught in a lie, remember what the person said, I can try again next time round. confidence works wonders.

- I should figure out the guys name, what he does, where he is headed etc, you are more likely to look and listen, rather than RUN INTO TRAFFIC, if the guy yelling at you is not yelling but instead calling your name, smiling and waving.

- On that note, be friendly and get there early. I was over thinking my prep and under thinking my follow through. Get up and out of bed, I can speed a little as long as I don't get pulled over, and get there and PARK your car.

Okay writing this out has given me more confidence in my next attempt. I probably won't update this log until I've made some progress.

Day 13

YES! PROGRESS!

First is that the guys name is Ben. The second, and indisputably bigger discovery, is that Ben does something different every day! Different! Meaning not looping! Or not perfectly looping at least. He’s still dying every day, which I’m not crazy about, but he definitely feels like he’s connected to the loop. It’s not anything big, but I’ve noticed he will have his phone in a different pocket from one loop to another, or he will arrive from a different direction. Recently he’s started to have this look of familiarity to me, even though before this he was a complete stranger to me.

I’ve optimised my morning routine and route to the intersection as much as possible, but Ben coming from different directions every loop means I have no way of preemptively stopping him. Just that he shows up on the south east corner looking frantic, checking his phone, he sees something, and walks across the street as the light changes. Honk boom splat and the day resets.

Actually now that I write that down it feels correct to me. I have no idea why I’m looping this one day over and over, maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe this is connected, maybe it isn’t. It doesn’t actually change anything if they are, because I still have no idea what caused this, or is saving Ben will actually do anything at all.

I’m not super proud of how I got his name to be honest. I tried to get Ben’s attention with the, “don’t I know you from somewhere?” line, but he politely excused himself from the conversation right into the path of an oncoming bus.

I was about to just run and call the cycle a bust, but I noticed that, the way the guys jacket fell, I could actually see his wallet in the breast pocket.

So… I pickpocketed a dying guy. TO SAVE HIS LIFE, still didn’t feel great. At least I didn’t get caught and end up in jail again.

Ben Morriston. He has a driver’s license and a student ID. Huh, he’s in med school. Ok doctor Ben. Nice to meet you. How do I keep you alive?

Day 21

I haven't made a log in a while because I haven't really made any progress, that is, until today. made an assumption about this that was absolutely screwing me over, but I figured out what it was and I've fixed the problem;

My mistake was being overly familiar with Ben. My first attempt at calling his name out worked to stop him, but once he asked me how I knew him he immediately sussed out that I didn't actually have an answer to that. That led him to getting really freaked out, he tried to run, he ran onto the street, and a car hit him again.

I realize now that I assumed Ben would be more receptive to someone he knew, which may be true, but I also assumed I had the ability to convince him I am someone he knows, which I don't.

So going forward I'm going to keep lying to an absolute minimum, not only because I'm bad at it, but it's unnecessary. “Hi, you look lost, can I help you?” I should also try to figure out where he's actually headed...

Day 27

Ben is going to the hospital! Not currently, I'll get to that, but that is where he is headed when I encounter him.

Ben is currently very much dead. Turns out traffic is not the only thing I need to worry about.

I had managed to both stop him from wandering into traffic and figure out his desired location, but unfortunately for both of us, we had hardly made half a block when a rogue AC unit fell out a window, filling an area of space previously occupied by poor Ben's head.

The loop before the AC unit, it was a tire that had rolled out of a mechanics shop that took him out. Before that, a falling hammer from a construction site.

The guy has fallen into the sewer because of improperly placed manhole covers, he's tripped on a rolling skateboard and broken his neck, he's been pushed into a pane of glass, and had a pane of glass fall on him. If we are both stuck in a loop he has the much worse deal. I've seen so much blood and death at this point I'm not even reacting anymore. But if I get it right even one time and he lives maybe it'll all be worth it.

Tomorrow I'm going to start wearing an ID badge I got from a conference years ago. The badge is expired but that doesn't matter, what matters is it's on a lanyard from St Joseph's hospital. The same hospital Ben is headed to.

What benefit? No one questions someone 1. With what looks like a hospital ID badge and 2. Calling them by their full legal name.

I'm not fucking around with this any more. Ben is getting in my car and I'll drive him myself to the hospital.

Day 29

Yesterday I got Ben to the hospital. He listened to me, got into the car, and I drove him there without a hitch.

He thanked me repeatedly and ran inside, and I followed him in just to make sure the whole building didn't explode or something.

Turns out Ben needed to get to the hospital because his wife was in labor. He made it just in time. Him, his wife, the baby, everyone was safe and sound.

I was in the waiting room, i didn't want to be in anyone's way but it didn't feel right leaving, so I was just sitting there when Ben ran into the hallway to get me.

Ben thanked me again, he hugged me and told me he was so happy I could be there with him. He looked at me and it was like I had known him his entire life. I told him truthfully that I was so happy I could help get where he was going, and that he should go be with his family. He insisted that he was, and asked if I wanted to meet his son.

It was an odd but beautiful moment, and I'm happy I was allowed to experience it. Afterwards, I went home to Lacey, and we went to bed.

The loop didn't end. I woke up with my alarm to find that everything was back as it was yesterday. That's fine with me. I'm going to go pick Ben up now, and I think after that I'll surprise Lacey with lunch at work. You, the thing they don't tell you about being stuck in a time loop is it's really not all that bad.

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A newspaper obituary:

Joseph Duncan Morriston, Toronto, age 89, died peacefully at St Joseph's hospital, surrounded by his family and friends. Joe was always a kind soul who, after witnessing a catastrophic car accident, left a lucrative career on finance to become an EMT, where he saved countless lives and developed several procedures himself that are now considered best practices in care and ambulance driving.

Joe is survived by his son, Dr. Ben Morriston, and his grandson, Duncan Morrison, who was delivered at Belton general just two days before Joe's passing.

Joe will interred at St James cemetery beside his wife, Lacey Morriston (1935-2023).

A public celebration of life will be held at the Etobicoke community centre, with anyone whose life was touched by Joe being welcome to come and share a story with the family.

Joe's family has kindly requested that, in lieu of flowers, those inclined may donate to the Alzheimer's Association of Canada.

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UPDATE FOR OBITUARY POSTED YESTERDAY JOSEPH MORRISTON:

DUE TO AN OUTPOURING OF FEEDBACK BY THOSE JOE HAS HELPED, THE CELEBRATION OF LIFE HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE HARBORFRONT CENTRE, WHICH HAS BEEN KINDLY DONATED BY THE CITY, TO ACCOMMODATE THE LARGER CROWD EXPECTED.

The Thing They Don't Tell You About Being Stuck in a Time Loop

The first time round the time loop was honestly fine. Same with the second and the third. Honestly I didn't even realize i was in a time loop until day 7 or 8, and that was because the statistical chances of my boss spilling his coffee on himself, while in and of itself is not low, became exceedingly strained as the days went on.

But if it weren't for that, I probably would have never realised I was looping. Mock me all you like, I enjoy routine, I thrive with it, and so, yes, it may have taken me a little longer to realize my day was looping, but I would also argue that I am much less likely to succumb to some sort of mental break due to this situation. To some, I could imagine being stuck in a loop of one day would get boring, or even horrifying, I am not one of those people. Not only that, I was lucky enough to be stuck in a loop of a day in mid May, with decent weather, in my home city, with the woman I love. If it weren't for the fact that it's a work day, It would be perfect.

That and the man who keeps getting hit by cars.

The first time it happened I didn't notice. I feel terrible saying that but the first few days I was still going through things as though it was a normal day, and normally I take about 60 minutes from wakeup to leaving the house for work, which meant that by the time I would make it to the intersection where it happened, the car had been moved to the side of the road, and all I dealt with was a bit of traffic.

It wasn't until I started testing the parameters of the loop, breaking my routine, that I figured out what even caused the accident, but more on that later. For now, I have a plan to try and save this guy. I don't know why, but I feel like that's important. That he's important.

And I mean, what do I have to lose? Some time?

#my writing #completed!#time loop #creative fiction

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deathbxnny · 16 hours ago

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If you aren't doing requests anymore, just ignore this, otherwise, thanks for the write! Mind if I request the arcane girls (yes this is coming from a bi bitch) with a reader lover who's caring for the girls when they're sick and literally cuffing the stubborn ones to the bed if they try and get out of bed and shrug off their sickness, and also making soup for them

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy this too, Anon!<33

Content: Mentions of characters having a common cold, established romantic relationships, fluff, unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

Being sick is never a possibility in her mind. She rarely ever gets sick and refuses to acknowledge it even if she did. She could be dying on the floor and still find a way to get up casually, despite all odds.

Once she gets into a relationship with you though, things suddenly change. Even the slightest sign of sickness gets her practically shackled to the bed now. Something she doesn't enjoy whatsoever, especially as she isn't used to how gentle and caring you are.

With that said, despite never daring to admit it, she really does secretly enjoy how you spoil her when you manage to keep her home whilst she's sick. From being fed delicious, warm soups to getting careful massages for her aching muscles. It truly is heaven on earth in a way.

She definitely also had to keep you from going and arguing with Silco, whenever he demanded for her to come to work anyways. Sevika was flattered you loved her so much, but please don't get yourself killed over this...

"I'm not sick." She hissed out with a frown, clearly unimpressed by you practically forcing her into bed. But you didn't let up, calmly continuing to tuck her into the soft sheets with a worried look. "Yes you are... and you're running a terrible fever too!" You muttered, quick to dodge her hand as she attempted to lightly swat you away when you took her temperature. "You're staying here whether you like it or not."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed in defeat. There was no convincing you otherwise of this and she honestly didn't have the energy for it either. "Let me get you some warm soup, actually..." You whispered mostly to yourself, yet didn't miss the way she perked up at the sound of your handmade food. She always loved everything you cooked.

"Hm... fine, maybe this isn't too bad..." She definitely ignored the victorious giggle you let out after.

》JINX

Jinx doesn't want to be a burden to you in any way, shape or form. So lying about her weakening condition, or even injuries, was common for her. Unfortunately however, she was a terrible liar and you looked right through her every time... much to her dismay.

She really didn't want to worry you and therefore usually opted to stay out as late as possible to deal with her sickness instead... but sometimes, you just are alot faster than her. Especially with Isha now as back up. Escape was impossible when you two teamed up against her.

And it's not like she really complained either! If anything, she did feel extremely grateful for the care you give her, when she's sniffling and coughing away. She loved your attention more than anything and what's better than getting extra love from you?

Now that she was tucked in tightly in bed and had her left hand unceremoniously handcuffed to a random nearby pipe, Jinx found herself simply sinking into sheets with a sigh. She wasn't fast enough to get away this time and pretending to not be sick didn't work either under your watchful eye. So surrendering was the only option now.

"Fine, fine... ya got me, okay?" You and Isha high fived eachother with victorious grins, before scurrying off to find the right medicine and something warm for the sick girl to eat. The care and love you two gave her secretly overwhelmed her, as she wasn't used to it anymore after being without it for so long... but she appreciates it by thanking you often.

She might even play sick for a bit, if it meant to get your attention for longer.

》VI

Being sick? What's that? It didn't exist in her world. And similarly to Sevika, she refused to acknowledge it, mainly because she hated admitting to any form of weakness. So she can't possibly ever be sick! You're just imagining things...

However, as expected, you did not fall for any lies or excuses. You never did, but that wasn't too surprising. You always took care of her even when it were just minor injuries, so a full blown cold would get her shackled to the bed the second she coughed a little too hard.

She gets why you do it, she really does. But come on! She has things to do, people to beat up. Vi was stuck in Stillwater for so long, a common cold was nothing to her. She has been through worse, really.

But everything stills when you take care of her so lovingly, the foreign feeling basically making her addicted for more. So that's what it felt like to be loved after so long...?

"You know... maybe this ain't too bad after all, cupcake." The woman grinned, seemingly finally satisfied after about an hour of arguing and being forced into bed to rest. Deadpanning, you sighed and shook your head, before placing another cool towel on her warm forehead. "Really now?" You asked, voice laced with a small tinge of exhaustion.

She was as stubborn as they come. But you were equally matched in that sense. And this time, you thankfully came out on top in the struggle... for now at least. Who knows when she'll find the energy to torment you again so you need to make the best of the situation and take care of her as fast as possible.

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lyssakinzzz · 15 hours ago

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Pining.

Warnings: public sex, somewhat of established relationships(like they know each other), oral (f! receiving), dumbification, Grace being a MUNCHHH, Black reader!! Degradation, p in v, threesome.

Paring: Grace x Bo chow x Reader.

TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK ANONNN

You knew Bo and Grace had shared affection for you.

When you would go to the store Bo or Grace would knock off a few dollars in order to win your favor.

You just thought they had some fantasy about you, and it wasn't even too bad to. They were both very attractive, and it wouldn't be too bad if one thing led to another...

Anyways, tonight was going to be a good night. The twins were opening a juke joint down here, and you were gonna have fun and party till the sun came up, you thought as you walked in to the hot shed, people were preforming, couples were dancing, and the air smelt good. You smiled at cornbread as he let you in and you stood up and waited for Sammie to start singing.

Everyone in the delta knew the boy was good. So, it wasn't too shocking when you heard he was preforming here, he flashed you a smile and you returned it as you sat down and got a drink. Then you smelt the deep floral and sugary perfume of Grace right behind you. You turn to be met with her gorgeous face. She was in a green dress and sat down next to you.

"Hey, girl!" You greet her smiling.

"Hey!" She smiled and gave you a hug and sneakily (or atleast she thought) gave you a good inhale and let out a little moan.

"What brings you here. I reckon you'd be home with Bo and Lisa!" You said taking a sip of your beverage.

"No, Bo's here gamblin' as always an Lisa should be home by now." she smiled her voice soft and a bit sensual, as always. She truly lived up to her name always poised with Grace. You nodded and fanned yourself down. It was always hot in the joints and especially in the south. You guys kept a conversation going for a bit, filled with giggles and acute flirting. You smirked "Well I oughta run to the ladies room!" You smiled. "Oof me too this heats spolin my makeup!" Grace smiled as you two went together as we passed the gambling room we saw Bo flash us a smile and his eyes linger on me a bit.

We powder our faces and talk, her hands strangely linger on my lower back. You couldn't really take it anymore so you said

"Now, Grace you know you married and a mama." You scolded her a bit, but you secretly wanted her to do anything and everything to you.

"I know...but Bo will never know!..." she said giving you pleading eyes while fixing your dress collar. " 'ts not like a gentleman like him to walk in the ladies room..." she muttered as she kissed your neck. You hummed in pleasure before eventually giving into her every demand. You whine as you two end up kissing, and grinding on each other like cats in heat. "Oof..." she exhaled as she kept moving, she fondled with your boobs just a bit and smiled at your little mewls. Then, you hear a loud knock on the door. "Gracie?! Come on, you and y/n decent in there?" Bo, yelled you immediately tried to get up and fix yourself, but Grace with surprising strength held you down. "Mmm...let him walk in..." she muttered while kissing your nips like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Bo walked in to see you and Grace humping and whining like bunnies in heat, and he let out a little gasp, while smirking a bit. This couple was freaky.

"Mmm..look at bo when you moan, baby..." she whispered as she kissed down your body and sucking on some spots, greedily. You mindlessly obeyed her and tried keeping eye contact with the smirking male. He stooped down next to y'all and started kissing your neck, you threw your head back and whined as you mindlessly move you hips, begging for anyone to pay attention to your lower half. Grace obviously notices this and starts to pull down your panties.

"Oh...she's wet, aren't ya, angel?" She smirked and started to kiss around your labia. You whimper and Bo chuckles, "Ooo, you're right baby, she's soaked, completely!" Bo smirked as he played with your boobs. Grace finally started lapping at you and you slowly lower your body in pleasure. "G-grace.." was the only word coming out your mouth. Like you were a young toddler who just learned a new word.

"Mmm..grace look she went all stupid..." Bo mocked you, but all you could do was moan. You tried to wiggle out of Graces grasp but she pulled you back in and lapped at your folds. You whine and huff as you creamed on her tongue.

She smirked and swallowed it. "Mmm..now that's delicious and devine, sweetheart. What's that diet of yours, hm?." She teased as Bo positioned himself inside you without you even knowing until he sank in.

"Gah!" You said as you gripped on to Grace as he sat there for a while not moving and you were still going crazy squirming. "Sh...shh baby it's alright..." she said hiding a little smile comforting you, after that he really just kept thrusting and thrusting. He was grunting as he degraded you.

"Mmmm...this slutty pussy feels so good around me...almost like you were made for me" he whispered. "I wonder what reputation you'll have in town if anyone walks in to see you fucking a married couple, at the same Damn time..." He grunted as he kept thrusting. "Oh they're would be so much rumors about you...honestly Grace should just show everyone about how much of a slut you are for us. How fucking stupid you are for my cock too, hm?" He said as he grabbed you r face and covered your mouth. "Well aren't you gonna say something you dumb, greedy bitch?" He felt his balls drawing up, he was gonna cum, real soon. "Oh this pussy is so gah tight, ain't it grace?" He grunted as he finally whimpered and Came inside you. "Imagine, being such a slut a married man's cums in ya..." He mocked you in your disheveled state. Grace smiled like Cheshire cat and licked you up clean.

This was gonna be a long night...

#bo chow smut #bo chow x reader #bo chow x black reader #grace chow #grace chow x black reader #How do we feel abt mean bo?#need that dick #sinners #ryan coogler

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mikimakiboo · 2 days ago

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Mermay day 14 - Boiled Nerves

- Megalodontale -

Dream escaped the nest, Cross is trying to catch him, the situation gets... hot. Litteraly.

First

The goldfish was fast, Cross had to admit, even if the thresher wasn't particularly slow either the Leviathan's small form allowed him to take sharper turns and go through shortcuts too tight for the megalodon to follow him, forcing him to take other paths. They were technically over this whole "escaping the nest" thing, but still the shiver didn't like letting the small ones out alone, they wanted to be here to protect them, to prevent them from tiring themselves out, so Dream fleeing like that wasn't ideal.

- Dream ! Come back please I just want to know where you're going ! Cross pleaded.

He would gladly follow him anywhere he wanted to go, if only Dream had told him, but the Leviathan had just been watching them, looking for the right moment to leave the nest and flee. He didn't know what could have caused him to do that, did they say or do something bad ? Cross didn't remember doing anything in particular, but then again, Dream was a God, something normal to them could have been offensive to him.

- I promise I won't take you back to the nest ! Cross tried again.

He really just wanted to know what was wrong and why he fled like that, where he wanted to go. He was starting to get tired too from this chase.

Dream eventually stumbled accross a ship wreck, forcing him to stop before crashing into it. Cross took this opportunity to swiftly trap him between his hands, careful not to squish him.

- Finally... ! He sighed in relief.

But the relief was short as he soon felt the water suddenly boil between his fingers, making him let out a hurt yelp as he reflexivly let go of the glowing goldfish. As he was checking his hands, Dream escaped again, Cross didn't have time to catch him. He whined, going back to chase after the Leviathan.

Cross lost him for a few seconds before spotting the glowing golden light a little farther, he didn't waste any time and followed the beacon until he reached a small rock: Dream was laying on it, looking quite mad as he stared at Cross like he dared him to try and move him. The sun was directly hitting the rock, reflecting on the golden scales of the God.

- Did you seriously make such a big scene and almost burned my hands just to go sunbathing ? He asked, a little pissed.

Cross knew Dream loved sunbathing, but he could have just asked him and Cross would have taken him to the rock without discussing it ! Dream didn't answer, clearly grumpy, as he just glared at the megalodon. Cross eventually sighed, again, and went to lay down near the rock.

- You keep saying Nightmare is grumpy but honestly you're worse.

Dream flicked his tail, but didn't answer, determined to stay silent today.

- Tell me when you're done, I don't want to chase you again to the nest.

Dream huffed, but didn't move. He did feel a bit bad about almost hurting the shark and make him chase after him, but he hadn't sunbathed in ages and his body was craving it more than anything.

He would apologize later though, for now he had a more important activity to do.

#original post #fanfiction #mermay #mermay 2025 #leviathantale #megalodontale #megalodontale cross #megalodontale dream #dream sans #cross sans #dream!sans #cross!sans

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the-pallid-king · 2 days ago

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He wants this so bad; a rekindling of what they had before. A second chance. He has wanted this for so long it felt like everything in him had shriveled up, neglected and malnourished, and was just waiting to finish dying except that he was just too stubborn to actually keel over. But he's also so deeply furious and hurt. The two are warring in the oddest, most conflicting ways.

His lip curls and he snaps, "You don't have a right to ask for it." He heaves out a heavy breath, fingers tight on the rail. "But I want it. So I'm giving you permission anyway." But he thinks better of that, and adds, "But wait a few days, 'cause if we go through this now and you change your mind when the drugs and pain and high of being alive wear off, or you leave me alone in the middle of the night again, I swear to fuck, I'm gonna kill you and probably myself." He's only half being dramatic.

Watching the city but not really seeing it, his brows furrow as he listens to Ichigo. It does sound like shit, but Shiro's so goddamn desperate for it he would have taken it anyway, like he is now. Pretend forgiveness. He wants to knock Ichigo's teeth out for that. He rolls his eyes with a self deprecating scoff. "Me, obviously, because I'm fucking stupid for you." He picks up his glass, nearly chokes on the drink he's trying to take, snarls out a raw sound and just chucks the whole glass as hard as he can out over the rail, because punching Ichigo is not an option right now. Then he turns on him all over again, practically trembling, fists clenched, "You didn't think this would hurt me?? What's wrong with you? You were the best goddamn thing I ever had. You ruined my fucking life when you left and then you waltz back in and tell me you want to pretend to forgive me and I wake up with a fucking wedding ring- But it wasn't gonna hurt me?!" He laughs, on the edge of hysteria, because the alternative is crying and he doesn't know how to do that in front of people. "You're lucky you showed up while I was so high, 'cause if you caught me with that shit while I was sober, I would have beat you to a pulp and then you wouldn't'a been able to go on your little suicide mission."

And now he needs another drink.

This has been a rollercoaster in the least fun way. He raises both hands, scrubs at his face for a moment, feeling a little physically numb from the alcohol, but not nearly emotionally numb enough. "Yeah, I still wanna know. Of course I wanna know." Because he's fucking stupid, like he already said. Maybe Ichigo was on to something, maybe he should kick him out. He wont.

He drops his hands, studies Ichigo for a long moment, trying to decide if this is all about to be a repeat of after the party. If he's going to wake up tomorrow to an empty bed. But goddammit, even if that does happen, the looming dread of it doesn't stop him from aching with want. "Yeah." His shoulders sag a little. "Yeah, you're what I've always wanted."

He turns away from the railing, heading for the stairs, but his pace is measured, and his fingers trail against Ichigo's arm as he goes by. "C'mon. I need a new glass and you need food and a chair." He can't pretend like he's not mad, but as hot and explosive as his temper is, it blows itself out quick. He'll get over it if Ichigo's actually serious. He'd forgive Ichigo for pretty much anything.

He can't believe Ichigo bought and held onto the ring all this time, but it must be the truth. Why would he go out of his way to buy one after they split up? It was a good choice, the aesthetic is spot on, but he's not willing to admit that.

Trying not to instinctively rip his wrist out of Ichigo's grip, his gaze drops to that hand for a moment, before raising back to Ichigo's face. He shakes his head, angry and a little flabbergasted. His eyes narrow. "It was always mine? What does that mean? If you want me to keep it, you better ask for a redo and do it right." He would say yes. Even right this exact moment, pissed off, a little confused, a little drunk. He'd say yes and mean it with his whole being.

He scoffs, turning his face away, back toward the city skyline. He picks up his drink again in his free hand. Didn't come here to hurt him, sure. Ichigo knew damn well what he was doing. Thinking back, after the sex, once they were in private, he can see the signs. His eyes corner to Ichigo as he takes a drink, before setting it back on the rail. "They were stupid. Why couldn't you just tell me that? I woulda understood."

It would have felt like a proposal. "So then what is it now?"

When Ichigo lets go of his wrist, his arm stays up for a second, before dropping back to his side. He turns the rest of the way toward the open sky again, hands on the rail to either side of his glass. He signs when Ichigo apologizes, not quite ready to say he's forgiven, even if he is. "I might kick your sorry ass, but I'm not kickin' you out." He looks over at Ichigo again, speculative, studying. "You look like shit. Hot, but shit. You hungry? We could go sit down."

#ichxgo #hahahahha these two are A Pair #Ichigo: i don't get it i love you so i wanted you to know #Shiro with an eye twitching: Im going to kill you #Shiro: you better propose right jackass #also Shiro: doesn't give the ring back and doesn't take it off

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heretohavenone · 2 days ago

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Okay. I've been pondering Jack Slash for a bit. Slimy basted he is, and Number Man, the weirdo HE is. I've come to a couple conclusions after reading through Worm and most of Ward (working on it you'll all be getting my dog gruel opinions on it after) and some of Jack's Backstory via Wildbow posts. First I'll talk about Jack, since he needs more piecing together, for me at least.

Jack Slash is essentially a grifter/shitty salesman when he's speaking 99% of the time. Hes trying, almost without even putting up an act to get you to believe there is some philosophical point he's reaching towards, or some reason why what he's doing means Anything greater than just plain old being a dick. He'll put on different hats to tell you Why he's killing, but in the end, the only thing he wants is to make the world worse and to cause conflict. And that's it. 100%, honestly it. He'd probably kick a puppy if he thought that'd actually help make more people do Worse things, and get him into more conflict. For almost his entire interlude he doesn't really think of himself in terms of what he gets in goals, he simply observes others and thinks of how to best pressure them to continue making things worse while under his control. I think its pretty evident from how much he throws himself into chaotic situations and tries to make things so complicated he can't keep up that Control isnt really what hes most into.

Let's now put this into the context of his past, and more importanty, what Shards want. His past is pretty interesting: locked in a bunker by abusive parents, and told the world had gone to war. They told him a story about how bad everything had gotten, kept him in there for a Long Long time, and he triggered when he left the bunker and he realized it was a lie. Specifically, the thing that broke him wasn't the fact that his parents lied to him. It was that the world was Sane, and Safe, and Not at war. Something he'd grown used to, and absorbed into himself while in that bunker. Essentially, he torn apart by the fact everything was Okay when he was convinced utterly that it had all gone to shit, and people were in senseless conflict like he thought. His worldview got flipped, everything felt wrong, and he triggered. He only thinks the world makes sense In conflict, he had the ability to really process a healthy, constructive world severely damaged to him when he was young.

Jack's desire for conflict make a little more sense with that, but his shard Loving his ass makes a hundred times more sense. He's literally trying to cause humanity to act divided, just like the Shards want, and to create conflict testing. No wonder it likes him so much, that's about as ideal a host as any shard could net, ever. Its like a weapon tester finding a group of suicidal combat junkies. Like. Exceptionally lucky. So Jack is rewarded for his instincts by things Working for him, and gets in a loop of conflicts that are their own reward by making the world as horrible as he thought it was, and making him Comfortable. It's his natural environment. Anything actual push to be constructive and grow attached probably feels alien to him, or just gets contextualized as a tool to create conflict, because he no longer really would know how to do anything but be a grifting jackass hurting people. Even his games are shows of this, every rule meant to be broken and unfair, because you're supposed to stop thinking about them as Rules and more like tools to fuck eachother over. The game Is cheating the game. The point isnt anything he says, it's trying to Kill him.

This is what makes his relationship to Number Man maybe the top five ????? Things when I first read it. He liked the person who's entire sociopathic, utilitarian goals were: Helping The World and Making Order. Seemed contradictory, but Jack did like him as a person, not necessarily his philosophy. Still. They're people who think back on each other fondly, despite what they've become. While Jack doesn't know Where Number Man went, he's not being hunted or hurt or even being pitied for not following conflict like Jack.

They seem to be like Wildbow's fucked up little views on systems and those who take them down rather than working on them, which I disagree with, but they're still fascinating. As much as Number Man is a monster like Jack, who would do everything Jack does if given reason to by finding it the best way to improve people's lives, Number Man is mature by trying to be constructive with his views on what is and is not important, while Jack is purely deconstructive of everything. Their similarity though is how they both seek out their version of thing purely for their own satisfaction, and that's the reason they both seem to admire eachother. Theyre both entirely selfish people.

They're also, hilariously, both killed by people who are both out-doing them in their field. The only Parahuman who hurt Jack Slash was Gray Boy, someone who didn't care about anything but his own selfish ideas of fun who found Jack 'boring', and a disappointment, and that Might have actually thrown Jack off enough it let Gray Boy hit him with a time loop. Number Man got factored in as an uncared for number in Contessa's plan to defeat Teacher. I'm very curious if this one of Worm's few narrative punishments for both's wrong deeds, or just coincidence. Whichever, it's pretty interesting to look at these two freaks' dichotomy in terms of the story, and what Caulron does vs what those who fight against systems in the story do.

But, I like Jack Slash tbh. Cartoonishly evil as he is, he wasn't really didnt do anything else than what he sent himself out to do, and he CLEARLY enjoyed himself while doing it. And Number Man took some time to grow on me, but I also enjoy how he's kind of the opposite in how he shows himself to be very simply then pulls some marble slingshot bullshit to lobotomize someone a mile away.... OKAY I'm still a lil shocked by that.

#ward #ward spoilers #worm #wardlr #wormblr #number man #jack slash #s9 #slaughterhouse 9 #worm spoilers

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project-sekai-facts · 16 hours ago

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what is your least favorite event in terms of story ?

sekai happy new year is the most filler event to ever filler but if we don't count the filler new year events then.... detective tenma? aside from that one conversation between daigo and tsukasa where the untrained is from it's abysmally written. like i get that that slot had to be a tsukasa event and there was no way around it, but it needed more time in the oven. like he's been shown to be pretty athletic and flexible and the fact they backtracked on that especially when he's still doing the splits and high kicks in every other 3dmv is just really lazy. the wall thing is also kinda stupid and Not That Hard but idk metaphor for him struggling to overcome walls in terms of skill, and he's the kind of character to obssess over those sorts of things. he's married to the grind it's fine.

the thing that probably frustrates me most though is that he doesn't actually learn anything. he learns how to climb a wall but that wasn't his real goal here. his goal was to be able to do stage combat in-character, and work on his core strength (actually consistent detail) and flexibility. only then this plot device thief shows up and now tsukasa's issue is that he can't run fast enough or jump walls to be able to catch them. and admittedly the parkour thing was something he needed for a role (also. he loses the audition for lead role. this is an important plot detail. it's shown in a card story) but it's just. comical that they couldn't even keep his goal consistent for more than like 2 chapters. and when he finally is able to catch the thief and do all the cool parkour, HE'S NOT ACTING. He just happens to see the thief and then chases them down. and the people in town think it's part of the show so he does some adlibbing, but that's after he did all his cool stunts and has caught the guy. so he literally doesn't learn how to do stage combat in-character but the story treats it like he did so. cool i guess.

also they immediately forget the thief and then in the last chapter they're like "oh i wonder who that guy was" which is the biggest tell this story is bad. literal writer's worst nightmare aside from it was all a dream. the best part was when tsukasa did the splits and injured his crotch because it was funny.

#asks #seibai itasu at what cost (event that hinges on a plot device and a retcon and doesn't even have a payoff)

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arrrion · 1 day ago

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Desperate

Stanxeno x female reader

Synopsis: you've been kidnapped by Stanley and Xeno because your husband had done them wrong.

Disclaimers: kidnapping, violence, insults, husband's a coward, your mind is in bad shape.

Yes I published this when it wasn't finished. You didn't see anything 👀

Every time I think of stanxeno it's always kind of dark??

Night had fallen for a moment already and here you were, in the streets, your heels hitting the ground, the only ambient noise. You had just left work, extra hours that won't change your paycheck, and were heading home. You could already hear your husband yell at you about the time.

Your life was a mess. You have a terrible dating history, the reason why you married this man. Your mom taught you how much you needed to finish your life married to someone, you never questioned her. You were never interested in that kind of relationship but had tried so many times. In the end a man proposed to you but this was never the start of your happy married life.

He doesn't work, he spends your money. It's more of a nuisance in your life. You studied hard only to have a poorly paid job, because your husband doesn't want you to "be afar from him". And you listened.

You slow down, finally stopping a little further on. Was it really your life? Living with a man that probably doesn't love you and uses you?

You clench your fist. You have to continue the play. You can't finish your life alone, right?

You take a step forward but suddenly a force pulls you violently to the side. A hand covers your mouth but you don't struggle.

·———————·

You're tired. Your phone keeps vibrating on the small table across where you're sitting. You already know who is calling like this, and a heavy sigh escapes from your lips.

You can't see a thing but you don't mind. Your eyes are always looking low so it's not uncomfortable for you. Your feet are attached to the chair, but unlike what you were expecting, your hands were actually tied with each other but they were resting on your legs. You could actually stand up but you won't do that. You didn't plan to escape. And even if you really wanted to, it was dumb to try and run with your feet tied to a chair, not forgetting the blindfolds.

You weren't calm though. Whatever was happening was stressing you out.

But by the look of it, Your attackers didn't intend to cause any harm, at least not yet.

Your shoes were missing, and your feet touched the cold floor. You actually had a pillow for your back. What kind of situation was this ?

Your thoughts were cut short when a door, that you guessed was behind you, opened and footsteps approached you. You could tell it was a tall man, probably taller than your husband. By the sound of it, he was wearing boots that were making a strong noise. He probably was indeed unpleased to be here, you could tell.

He stopped just behind you. You recognized the strong smell of cologne. The same odor that was present a millisecond before your nose was blocked by a hand.

The blindfold is removed and you can see an orange light that comes from beneath you. The room is bigger than you thought. You quickly see the table where your phone is still ringing silently. This is where the man is heading. Golden locks swings with every step he takes.

Now that you see him completely, you are right. He is indeed taller and much more muscular. His appearance tells you that he isn't in need of money. You deduce that he is not a member of some gross gang of drunkards. No you are in a bigger problem.

"Damn, this phone won't stop buzzing." Back turned, the stranger takes your phone in his hand. "What's the password, miss." He faces you this time.

"There is no password, sir" You copied his tone. You don't have a password because your husband is suspicious of his own wife.

"Uh. Boring." He unlocked it and nodded when it actually didn't have a password. You watch him go through all of your informations. You move one of your feet, you wanted to scratch it but couldn't.

Time passes like this. You look everywhere, searching for something to pick your attention while the stranger is still on your phone. It takes him lots of time to find what he wants, another man enters. You see him upside down, your head resting on the back of the chair.

"Stan." The other man raised his head. "Did you find something." This man has silver hair that doesn't move much when he walks to you.

"Nah. There isn't even something funny in here." 'Stan' let go of your phone and he too, walks to you. "So what do we do of her, Xe'?" Here it comes.

They start to argue on the topic but you stop listening. In brief, you were kidnapped by those two. It's not hard to guess who's fault it is. But what did he do? The question is picking on you.

"Excuse me, would one of you have the amiability to tell me what my husband did?" They stop talking and Stanley burst out laughing. Xeno isn't pleased at all. His fingers land violently on your chin and his face moves dangerously close. He seems to want to intimidate you, but you don't flinch.

"Your husband played a game and lost. We've been waiting for our rewards but nothing came." His voice is terribly low.

"I see. If it's money you want, his broke. He probably played with mine."

"We know that, doll. That's why you're here." Now you were fixed. Your husband did something wrong and you were gonna pay for him. You sighed. "Oh don't make that look, dear. He is the one that told us to take you if he loses." Your head raised quickly. What did he just say?

"What ?" Your husband really threw you out? And he dared to call you non-stop like he cared? For the first time, you felt anger against him. You had accepted the way he treated you but only because he was kind enough to take you as his wife. Your nails went in your skin, your teeth clenched.

So your husband used you as an exit card? He views your marriage only as something he can dispose of, right?

An idea got into your mind. A bad idea indeed. But what else can you do when you just got thrown away like this ?

"Can you guys get rid of a marriage certificate?" You asked out of the blue. Stanley was surprised by what you said. He looked at Xeno whose smile was growing wide.

"Yes. We can." Both Xeno and you looked at each other with determination, like you both understood what idea you had. Stanley, who obviously didn't get it, looked at you like a lost child.

"Wait, wait, wait. What are you guys thinking ?!" Xeno turned to look at his best friend while you smirked.

"I have a mission for you Stanley, can you do it?" Stanley nodded.

Oh god what is he diving into?!

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Like you had asked, your certificates of marriage was broken. You don't know how they did it or what connection they have to do so, but you are free from your now ex husband.

But this is only for a short period.

Unbeknownst to Stanley, Xeno and you had planned a revenge. He doesn't even know how you passed from prisoner to coworkers with his best friend.

And now he is wearing a white suit, waiting for you to get married. He really fell from his chair when you had announced to him that you will marry him next. Xeno had told him that he couldn't marry you because he was less husband material than him. Whatever that was about. He knew it was only for Xeno's entertainment.

Now that you are freshly new weds, you didn't go on vacation, instead the three of you prepared the downfall of your ex husband.

Getting married again was the first step.

You passed months with them. You would help Xeno's with his researchs. Even if they both were part of a kind of gang, they had normal activities most of the time. Only at night would they do the bad things.

You would spend all morning with Xeno, your opinion was helpful to him and having an assistant was useful. And of course you liked listening to him ramble about his results. You don't understand everything but you don't care. You love his voice, and if you really want to understand he is more than happy to teach you.

At noon, you prepare dinner. It's almost always quiet. Sometimes Stanley turns the TV on and you comment about it but usually you all don't speak while eating. It's cosy, you think.

Then in the afternoon you would go with Stanley to do some errands. He was a very good driver. You liked to look at him. The aura he has when he drives just hypnotises you. You help him to carry what he buys even if he always ends up carrying the majority. He appreciates your efforts. You are capable on your own and he acknowledges that.

When the evening comes. You follow them at different places. From what you understand, they are an organization that has different divisions. They are the bosses of one. You only saw one other division that was ruled by a guy with green weird hair. You were surprised to learn he was younger than you.

Most of the time they just patrol over the places they own. They told you they were in a peaceful year, the reason Xeno is okay to play with your revenge. You had actually thought of this. Why would they help you? Stanley told you he only does it because Xeno does. And Xeno does it because he liked your idea. You didn't ask more.

Of course, they are tracking your ex husband. Now that you are gone he is getting help from others. He told everyone how his precious wife disappeared and how sad he was. Without telling them that the money he takes from them goes to the casino.

You were really furious when you found out about his fake acting about you. How dare he pretend he is worried. He probably thinks you died by now. But you were waiting for him to fall in a deep hole.

You collected the names of the person helping him. You spread rumors in his back and some of them quit helping.

Xeno made sure he was continuing to spend time in the casino. He hired a mentalist called Gen to make sure he would never win a single bet.

And then it came. People that helped him were gone. Money he was losing never came back. He never won one of the games, Gen always told him the next one was the one but obviously it was only to ruin him.

It was time for you to enter. Accompanied by Stanley, you both walked to his table. He didn't recognize you at first. You were gorgeous in your outfit. And Stanley was even more magnificent.

But it finally clicked when he heard you talk. He yelled your name that loud and everyone turned to you.

"Oh my! If it isn't my ex husband!" You faked your surprise.

"Oh my god, name you are safe! I was so worried!" He is actually happy to see you. But only because he hopes you will come back to him. "Let's go back home now!"

"Home? Oh no no no, we are no longer sharing a 'home' dear"

"What do you mean? You have to come back with me."

"Come back with you? What nonsense are you saying?"

"We are married, you have to come with me!"

"Married ? No, we are not. Not anymore."

"What?! Since when?!"

"Since you throw me to death for your own good!" Everyone at the table was shocked. They all looked at him with disgust, whispering among themselves about this. "And don't dare pretend I'm a liar. I have all the proof that you wanna play."

"Even though. You're still married to me. I didn't sign shit ! You belong to me!" You laugh at his words.

"You see, we did actually divorce. And now, I'm married to this handsome guy over here. My pretty boy, Stanley" The last words weren't in the script, nor was the kiss you placed on his cheek.

You smiled at him with love. People here tend to love this kind of drama. With the scene you made, you were sure that your ex husband would be looked down in every casino he went to.

Stanley put his arms around your waist and smiled, your cheeks touching each other. You giggle at the feeling. It was nice. Real nice.

Your ex-husband wasn't that pleased about this. He was about to burst out of anger when Xeno appeared. He was here for the final act.

"Oh my! What do we have here! If it isn't my good client!" He faked his affection and placed himself next to him. The jerk you married before was stunned. He recognized Xeno, it was against him he lost. "I have to thank you. With your elegant loss last time, I took good care of your girl. Look, isn't she pretty with my best man?" It felt weird being talked like this by Xeno, but you knew he was only doing this for the play.

Now that Xeno himself had made the official what this man did to you, the people started to yell at him to get lost. It was satisfactory. Seeing him distressed by all the yelling at him.

"Now, now. Let's all calm down. As much as I am grateful for the gift, you are not welcomed here anymore. You can accompany yourself to the exit because my staff is better than this."

You could finally breathe. Your hand falls on Stanley's shoulder and you can't help but hug him. You know that after all this you will probably divorce him too. But you will cherish the sensation of feeling loved by this man. Him and Xeno.

Feeling you tense, Stanley hugs you bridal style and you leave the room. He enters Xeno's office and puts you on a chair. Your hand immediately clenches on the fabric of your clothes. Head down, you think you could cry. Stanley, sitting on the chair next to you, seems to have caught on what you feel.

"What is it dear. You seem kind of sad for someone that finally crushed her enemy." You open your mouth but not a single sound escapes. A minute passes before your head rises, little tears about to fall.

"I...I don't want it to stop." You feel dumb. You know they only did it because Xeno wanted some fun. But you needed to tell it before you disappeared from their life. "I never experienced this much happiness before. I felt at ease with both of you. I think...I think it's what I should've felt with my husband..." Your head goes back down, eyes closed as tears fell to the ground.

You heard Xeno rising from his chair. Stanley hand enveloped yours. You looked at him, surprised. He was smiling gently at you. Then you felt something kneeling next to you. Your eyes almost fell from your orbit when you saw Xeno, on the knee on the ground, hands showing you a little box with a ring similar to the one you have with Stan.

"Your right, name, I never felt that happy with someone else than Stanley. So won't you mind being mine too?"

And you jump on him, yelling so many 'yes'.

You may regret marrying your ex husband but, thanks to that you met your two new husbands. This time you can understand why your mom wanted you to get married.

It's been several days since I started this. I had a vague idea of the plot but had a hard time connecting my ideas. So I hope it still please you!

See you next time!

#dr stone x reader #female reader #stanxeno x reader #stanxeno #stanley snyder #stanley snyder x reader #xeno wingfield #dr xeno #xeno x stanley #xeno wingfield x reader #xeno x reader #dr stone

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