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onsomenewsht · 3 months

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》 Alexia Putellas x Reader, Barcelona Femeni x Reader

》 words count: +2.8k

》 I don't know if you see us how I do in my head

Four years of studying all the finest details of the ways she acts and moves

“She does it on purpose”

Ingrid smiles at your whining, enjoying the easy banter growing day by day between you and her girlfriend.

But yes, she’s doing it on purpose. All the girls know, and the ones currently in the parking lot with the three of you aren’t even trying to hide their laughs. You recognise Alexia’s soft one without taking your eyes off the defender.

María is going on a rant about all the places you need to see in Madrid since the team is going to play Atlético on the weekend. As if you’re not gonna be free there for a couple of hours and you still understand close to nothing of what she’s saying in the first place.

You have no doubt she insists on speaking exclusively in Spanish just to annoy you, she’s perfectly aware you can’t even order a coffee without the barista trying to hide a giggle at your scrambled words.

“You have to practise, she’s helping”, it’s cute she’s trying to defend her girlfriend.

“She’s a broken record”

As a matter of fact, or just to prove her point, the Spaniard’s voice is a constant background noise - from the walk toward the training centre, all the way through the changing room, and till the first stretching exercises.

You will never accept a ride from the couple, ever again.

“Mapi, give the girl a break! I’m exhausted and I’m not even listening”

You like Keira, Keira is funny in a comfortable way. Ingrid and her are the only ones able to buffer María’s enthusiasm when they notice you get overwhelmed by the language or you’re just too tired to deal with her energy.

“¡Y ni te entiende!” (And she doesn’t even understand you)

“Necesita practicar su Español” (She needs to practise her Spanish)

“She’s still here”, you try to calm your teammates’ excitement as soon as you notice more girls are gathering around you.

They planned a movie night at your place anyway, they will have time and space to bother you all they want later.

You need to focus on your exercises right now, despite the elegant and defined movements that keep catching your attention on the small training area.

Alexia is stretching just a couple of metres away from you, talking with Marta and Irene while casually controlling a ball with her foot. Somehow, there’s always a football around her.

The punch Mapi directs at your ribcage - powerful, and quite frankly uncalled for - manages to knock the wind out of you, drawing attention and a laugh from your teammates, but a glare from Jonatan.

The red all over your face is surely due to the blonde’s hit, nothing else.

“Just hit her back”

“And add fuel to the fire?”

“¿Qué?”, Alexia’s eyebrow rises.

She’s closer to you now, you both like to be at your manager’s left side when he’s explaining the tactics he wants to review as his hands’ gestures are clearer.

You’re going to start the next game, he made an all scene the previous day to let you know that, so you should listen to what he’s saying.

“Nothing. I tried, she gets more annoying”

“María Leon masterclass”

She’s distracting, her smile is lighting up the whole training centre. You definitely have to listen to your manager.

You’re slowly but securely finding your place in this new club. The press is still talking about the fact you came out of nowhere, and the online comments are still questioning if you deserve to be here in the first place.

Your last season in Italy was fun to say the least, managing to stand up against the big ones and earning with your team a place for the Champions League group stage. You were a little disappointed when a loan was hanging over your head once again, but when Barcelona knocks at your door you open the windows too.

Games spent warming the bench, minutes after minutes, your confidence grows. Your positioning around some of the best players in the world is getting better and easier, the balls you play moving faster and flawlessly.

You’re finding your place, both on and off the field.

“¿Estás en la luna?”

“Eh?”

The Catalan has to fake a cough to hide her laugh at your confused face, immediately fixing her stoic one and nodding at what Jonatan is saying as if nothing happened.

No need to say you’re matching the red training top, her smile is contagious.

The rest of the session goes on without any more accidents, you need to avoid Mapi and pair with Ingrid or Irene to survive but you manage. Even if most of your passes somehow end up finding a certain blonde in the final scrimmage.

The field is now free of all equipment, your teammates heading toward the changing room.

All but one.

Alexia’s hanging back, not leaving the training ground with the excuse to collect some of the balls left behind. She doesn’t need to do that, obviously. But she does. She takes the time with each ball, feeling it around her feet and controlling them as second nature.

You know because you leave the balls around for her.

As the one and only newcomer, you take upon yourself the task of helping the trainers to put the equipment away after each session. You’re happy to do that, it’s a way to become familiar with the place and the people working here.

You noticed her habit of looking around for some balls before leaving the field so you started to hide a few for her to find.

If she knows, she doesn’t say anything or care.

Three years of falling asleep with your hand on her chest, her heartbeat as the only lullaby that can make you rest

Your house is filled with loud Spanish girls, gathered around the living room and screaming at the TV like the people inside the box can actually hear their strong opinions.

This particular dating show is getting largely famous among your teammates, some of them organising watching parties to live comment together.

It’s Alexia’s turn to host and, surprisingly to no one, she’s actually hosting at your house.

You’re not even into this show in the first place, they talk too fast for you to understand and you don’t really get who is actually flirting with who. But the relationship with the Catalan is growing so naturally and strongly, also around funny misinterpretation in Spanish and tender touches that linger a bit too long and a bit too frequently to be just friendly, so it feels meant to be.

“¡No me lo creo, cuando le dio un beso?!” (You’re kidding, when did they kiss?!)

You offered the place without really thinking about it, she’s supposed to spend the night here anyway. How bad could it be to have half a dozen of your friends around for a bit?

“¡Joder, qué cabrón!” (What a fucking asshole!)

“Tiene más cuernos que un rebaño”

“¡Llepaculs!”

Really bad, apparently.

Jana and Ona are literally jumping on your sofa over something a broad guy just said, definitely the wrong thing given their reaction. Claudia is muttering under her breath all night, you have no idea what she’s actually on about but Patri, sitting on the floor next to her, sometimes bursts out laughing so you let them be. Mapi is on the far side of the sofa, a frown between her eyebrows when she’s not making her opinion loud and clear - Ingrid is out with Frido tonight, that must be it. Even Marta is getting more and more involved in the shenanigans.

It must be a great episode.

Alexia, on the other hand, is paying no attention to the screen.

You try to let the girls be, entertaining yourself in the kitchen making snacks for them, but every time you excuse yourself the blonde is ready to drag you back, fitting your body between her legs.

All things considerate, you’re enjoying the show your friends are putting on in your living room. They’re loud and funny and passionate, but they’re also loyal and warm.

Your girlfriend’s hands are warm too, finding their place under the royal blue hoodie you are wearing. Her fingers are drawing patterns on your ribcage, sometimes letters and sometimes abstract figures. She’s not even watching the TV, she’s smiling at the way you’re taking the scenes around you in, and how your body reacts when she’s caressing a particular spot.

Hosting this watching party was such a bad idea.

When another yawn catches you unprepared, you hide your face in the hollow of her neck, a grin spreading on Alexia’s face. You can feel her lighting up.

“Cansada?” (Tired?)

“Too late for Spanish”

“Nunca es un buen momento para ti” (It’s never a good time for you)

“Watch your silly little soap opera and let me sleep, Putellas”

Alexia has to suppress her laugh, catching on to the stress in the room since the episode is coming to an end and no one is happy with the outcome.

She turns your body closer against hers, your friends too distracted to realise you now take most of the couch and you’re practically lying on top of her. The blonde doesn’t mind though, holding you firmly.

When she feels your hand grips her shirt’s front, she knows you’re gone for tonight.

You don’t hear your teammates leaving your house, their disappointment about the episode is easily replaced by teasing of the lovely scene. The Catalan doesn’t need words to scold them, not moving from her position but promising revenge in the next training session.

Mapi is the last one to leave, taking her time to tease her friend and silently admire how happy and comfortable the two of you look.

“¡Vete María!” (Leave!)

“Estás actuando como el dueño de la casa, ¿lo sabes?” (You’re acting a lot like the owner of the house, you know?)

The red on Alexia’s face is starting to spread and her friend needs to leave before she says something that’s gonna be stuck in the captain’s head.

“Un mal dueño también, no acompañar tu invitados a la puerta” (A bad host too, not even walking your guests out)

It’s a pillow that escorts the defender out, hitting the closing door all the way through your living room.

Two years of heading to a future that appallingly looks a lot like the same for the both of you

“¿Quieres un bebé?” (Do you want a kid?)

At Alexia’s question, you almost choke on the glass of wine you’re drinking.

It’s the off-season, it’s such a beautiful sunny day, it’s a dreamy vacation you gifted each other with. Why is she trying to kill you?

“Right now?”, you manage to find your words, red wine now spread all over your linen shirt.

She better buy you a new one.

“No, mi amor, not right now”, she hands you her jacket, failing to hide her amusement and her blush.

Her smile is soft and full of affection, and you never loved someone like you love her - even if she almost killed you.

“¿Sólo por curiosidad?” (Are you asking just out of curiosity?)

“You were cute with those girls at the beach”

“I’m always cute with kids”

“Sí, tienes razón” (Yeah, you’re right)

“But?”, you’re getting nervous about where this conversation’s heading.

You just wanted to enjoy a nice date out with your beautiful girlfriend in a fancy restaurant on the other side of the world.

You both deserve some time for each other, last season was exhausting and you both played more minutes than you were supposed to due to her bothering knee and your extra hours both for club and country.

You didn’t see such a conversation coming, you still feel sand on your skin and the sun sparkling in Alexia’s eyes.

“I’m not asking to make a kid tonight”

“We could definitely try though”

“I’m asking if you want kids in the future”, she smiles and she’s playing with her hands like she just confessed stealing candies from said kids.

“Quiero un bebé un día, ya lo sabes” (You know I want a kid one day)

“¿Conmigo?” (With me?)

You reach for her across the table, holding her hand between yours like your entire existence depends on it, on letting her understand how important she is in your life and how much your life together meant for you.

Alexia looks so insecure you’re almost scared of what’s happening in her mind, she knows you want kids once your career comes to an end and she knows you are in for the long run with her.

“Mírame, mi corazón” (Look at me)

“Mamá y Alba made jokes y noー”

“Quiero un bebé contigo, Alexia” (I want a kid with you)

“Sì?”

“To be honest, I dreamed about a little you running around and kicking a ball barefoot, but then the ball was your Ballon d’Or, and turned into a rocket destroying the entire house, so I didn’t feel like mentioning it”

The waitress interrupting you must sense there’s an important conversation happening, the blonde is giggling with tears in her eyes and you are barely sitting on your chair. He clears the table and nicely suggests the house’s dessert, you nod but ask for a couple of minutes.

“We can start trying tonight”

You love her open laugh.

One year of trying to tell yourself that nothing changed about the way you feel of your life here, of your life here with her

Every time you close your eyes you see the ring Alexia’s hiding in a fucking shoe box.

One time, when she’s away for a photoshoot with a magazine you don’t even remember the name of, you find yourself digging into the closet for the velvet box, unsure of everything.

It fits perfectly, it’s the perfect ring.

You take it off so fast you’re scared you ripped your own finger too.

It’s getting all too much.

You’re sleeping less and when you do, you’re restless and anxious. It doesn’t matter what you cook, it all tastes wrong in your mouth. You’re ignoring your friends and finding lame excuses to avoid nights out that don’t involve all the team.

The only thing you’re able to focus on is football.

You’re training harder, playing faster and decisively, spending more and more time on the pitch and in the gym, picking up extra training sessions.

You can ignore your mind if your body is louder.

But you love Alexia too much to ignore her.

When she speaks about a contract extension, about how happy she’s to captain the team for another three years and to be recognized for her pivotal role, you listen and match her enthusiasm. You’re so proud of her. You’re proud of what she achieved in Barcelona, what she means for the club and for the city and for the future of the game.

Even if you’re thinking your time wearing the Blaugrana colours is fading, seeking a new challenge elsewhere to prove you learned from the best ones and you can now play against them.

You’re extending your stay in Barcelona just to be close to Alexia.

When she points out you need to start practising your Catalan too, because she wants your kids to speak her first language and understand her culture, you think it is admirable how strong she feels about her home and her roots. You want that for your kids too.

Even if you miss your home country and sometimes you have to remember you have your own roots and culture and memories, ending up speaking to yourself in the bathroom mirror just to make sure you didn’t forget your own language.

You’re ignoring your homesickness just to be where Alexia’s heart is.

When she shows you how much she loves you and the life you’re living and the future you’re building together, you take all the affection and support and care because you’re so happy you’re still able to give her it all.

Even if you know you’re loving her more than you’re loving your life.

You’re hating yourself just to be in love with Alexia.

There’s not a single doubt about your love for Alexia. You love her the way writers seek the right words for their poems, and sailors fight the worst storms just to get back home, and kids pick the brightest colours for their drawings.

You love her so much that there’s no way you can leave her.

However, you can’t pretend anymore that Barcelona is your future, this city is not your home and this culture is not yours to feel.

That’s how you find yourself with a one-way flight ticket, running away from the only place you can leave without guilt.

You leave Barcelona because that’s how you’ll find yourself again - how you’ll love yourself again.

You don’t regret leaving Barcelona, you regret losing Alexia in the process.

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sleepynegress · 8 months

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THIS ISN'T COMMON KNOWLEDGE BUT SHOULD BE...ABOUT MEDICAID....

If you ever find yourself in the position of living in the home of a parent who is disabled and requires full-time care and you are their primary caregiver for at least 2 years, and they intend to leave their assets to you after they pass, make sure to transfer ownership of their assets, home/land in your name ASAP...or they will require you to pay back any benefits received and claim those assets even out from under you, as soon as your loved one passes. This is yet another way that generational assets /wealth are easily taken out of marginalized communities. It is a loan.

And the sharks circle as soon as your loved one passes. Here's an article about it:

Decided to add context. I don't like to talk about it here, because ehh, social media is for my vapid entertainment thoughts for me. It's a hobby/getaway/ place to get semi-social with strangers and online friends with shared interests, but I don't want anyone else to go through what I am... Of course, this applies specifically to the U.S.'s broken healthcare system. So, for those who don't know, my mom passed recently. I am an only child with no siblings or children. My whole life during that time was 24/7 care. She had insurance, but it wasn't enough to cover everything that she needed, so Medicaid was the obvious solution, right? The government takes care of our disabled elderly who have worked until retirement, right? It seemed like the routine thing to do, I had never heard anything during the process about having to pay it back,but sure enough, less than 12 weeks after her passing, I was hit with a warning (which I followed up on and was told I would NOT be charged because of my caregiver status) and then 2 weeks later the "bill". The lady I spoke to, totally changed her attitude from the first time I spoke to her to the point where I felt scammed. Out came a patronizing voice certain people use with children, that measured whiny thing (it's always a red-flag to me and makes me instantly dislike you if you do this even with kids, btw... speak to kids like PEOPLE). I feel like an idiot. I have been doing this for over a decade and didn't think to transfer any assets of hers during that time because it *was* hers. I wanted her to feel as empowered about that as possible.

Not a single soul said I should transfer those assets to keep this from happening and now I'm facing down what feels like some kind of weird conspiracy to take the land and house.

FYI, there have been weird inquiries, the census came to mark down my mother's death literally *immediately* after she passed...and odd timing called the day of the notice to "help", with all the southern Christian signifiers (bless your heart we'll be praying for you).... It feels so seedy. Anyway, all this to say if you find yourself in a similar position....

TRANSFER THOSE ASSETS INTO YOUR NAME 2 years into caregiving or they will take them from you, house etc..

#medicaid #currently dealing with this #hoping to get a waiver #I'm doing what i can to navigate the system...I hope to negotiate a lower settlement or something... I can pay part since I did save some #I am terrified and coming off some illnesses myself #I am working on it with someone (s) who has some knowledge of the system #whatever happens I'll keep you updated...again if/when there's a solution I'll share to help others PASS ALONG this knowledge #to all you know this could potentially effect

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kyra45 · 9 months

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Keys guide to scam spotting (v2)

Hi! I’m Key (Or Jess depending on which blog you know me from) and I’ll be telling you some better information and detail on how to spot a scam account be it a pet scam or a donation scam. All information is based on my own experiences and I’ll try to keep this post accessible so the only big text is the title. This information should help in understanding how these scams work and how to spot them without having to do too much work. As always, if you appreciate what I do and want to show it, sharing these info posts helps other users see it and learn about blogs that might send them asks.

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What is a donation scam? - A donation scam is when someone is being deceptive to get money by claiming they need mutual aid or support. For example, they are using the story from someone else’s fundraising post in order to get donations and won’t tell anyone their lying. This is called a donation scam. While the story may be legitimate, it is a story stolen off someone else and means the real person isn’t getting the support they asked for because someone else is using it. These stories are often stolen off Facebook/GoFundMe or even Instagram and could come from a private account or group so searching wouldn’t come up with a source. The images may also be stolen from somewhere else too.

How do you spot a donation scam? - Donation scams are usually easily spotted if you take a closer look at the information being given. Stolen stories will often have certain parts removed and replaced with the information the scammer added themselves. Sometimes the post may be composed of two different parts and won’t sound right if you pay close attention. For example, part of the story sounds fine but then the second part of the story seems out of place and doesn’t match up with the beginning. Another thing to check is how old the account is and if you have timestamps on you can see if an older post is backdated. You can also check to see if the account has tagged certain blogs in their post though this isn’t always a sign of a scam.

What is post backdating? - Post backdating is changing the dates of a reblogged post to look older then it really is. While this can be used with good intentions, scammers often use this to trick people into thinking their account is years old or even a few months old. The one way to find this is by turning on timestamps in dashboard settings and checking ‘other notes’ in reblogs. This is the only way to see the true date something was shared. Accounts who backdate posts will often claim someone told them to do it or they’ll say they didn’t know it was bad. However, you can not accidentally backdate a post.

Did the account contact you first? - A common occurrence is that you will get scam asks if you share a popular or trending post. Usually these accounts send asks to anyone they find without care of who it is and might lie as well if you ask them how they found you. In general, a brand new account shouldn’t easily find you unless they were watching the notes of popular posts. Occasionally these new accounts will even send asks to certain accounts they shouldn’t know about unless they have seen the account before. If your DMs are closed, the ask may ask you to message them because it’s urgent but all they will do is ask for money or ask you to loan them some money.

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What is a pet donation scam? - A pet donation scam is where someone has went and looked around for vet fundraisers online and then took it for themselves by saving the images and story while erasing any links that would lead to the real pet getting support. They will then repost it to tumblr and say it’s actually their pet needing urgent care with the post title being very large and in red text for a sense of urgency. Sometimes they’ll say they can’t use GoFundMe because it has a fee or something else. This is a scam because they are not the owner of the pet and have stolen everything meaning no funds sent will be towards the actual pets care.

How do you spot a pet donation scam? - A common way of a pet donation scam is by how old the pinned post is and how many posts are reblogged on the account. Usually there is only a few posts shared and always shared around the same time and then no more. These posts all come from a trending topic, a fandom, or are popular posts. Another thing is checking the bio in Google search and seeing if it’s been took from someone else as the scammer never makes their own bio. Reverse image search their pfp to see who it really belongs to in case they stole it. Another important thing is to check their link and see if it matches up with the vet bill. Since most pictures are stolen off a private group, reverse image search won’t find them. The name they may have is likely not their real name and is stolen.

Did the account send you an ask? - Regardless of what the ask says, it usually requests you to answer it privately or message them so they can tell you thanks. These asks may have several emojis in them as well but their always just copy/pasted and sent to multiple users all at once on a daily basis. The private answer is so the ask won’t show up if someone is looking it up. If their post is public, there shouldn’t be a reason to need a private response to an ask you have sent to many people unless you are trying to hide it. Messaging these accounts is useless because they’ll lie to you when you ask them questions back or just ignore you.

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What is a fake check scam? - A fake check scam is when a generally blank account with no pfp will message you after you used certain tags and ask you if you still need help. Even if you have links to send support, these accounts will ignore that in order to ask for your personal information such as phone number or banking details. They will then offer to send you a check. This is a fake check and cashing it won’t be scamming the scammer. You will lose money instead and the scammer will already move on to someone else. Never give them your private information.

Are there any other scam types? - When you tag posts, you’ll often get messages from accounts claiming they can help you get more attention on your campaign but you have to pay them money or go off-site to contact them. These are fake support accounts and they always use stock images while pretending to be officially affiliated and act like their Digital Marketing title means their not trying to scam you. They get defensive when called out and may start insulting you when they figure out you are already aware they aren’t legitimate.

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What is a funeral donation scam? - A funeral donation scam is when an account posts saying someone has passed away but the images they used are actually took from someone else and may be photoshopped. Bills may be edited to suit their story and names may be changed to someone else’s. This isn’t a real common scam! But it’s happened a lot lately but the basics are the account will steal someone’s pictures and pass them off as theirs and when caught will say they were forced to or know it’s wrong but did it anyway.

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In closing, this is information regarding common scam types you’ll find on tumblr. It’s always suggested to pay close attention to asks you get it they fit the criteria of being sent from a scammer. Answer the asks publicly and call out the blog. The scammer may block you as a result, but it’ll help your ask be seen it someone has looked it up. I suggest never spamming asks to share your pinned aid post because unfortunately scammers do this and you shouldn’t ignore people saying to please stop spamming. Always check to see if someone is comfortable getting these kinds of asks too because it won’t look too good if you have sent them an ask when they say please don’t.

As always, not everyone asking for support is a scammer! Legitimate people are out there. It’s just unfortunate scammers have made it harder for them to get help. You can always do your own research and compare it to what others have given and come to your own conclusion.

#scam #donation scam #pet donation scam #how to spot a scam blog #psa #important information #long post #longpost #pet scam

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jinwoosungs · 1 year

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{ 96 }

kill bill.

rei suwa x fem.reader

10 stages of love

warnings: mentions of a neglectful father; v-olence and bl-od mention; soft depictions of intimacy; minors don’t interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

{ i did it all for love... }

1. first sight

you had to be the unluckiest woman in the world, that you were certain of. at the ripe age of 23, you were forced to take on the debts left over by your horrid father left in the wake of his death as you found yourself surrounded by copious amounts of unpaid bills.

despite how much you loved him, and how much his death had left quite a lingering ache within your heart, you knew that he was everything but an ideal father to you. after all, it was his vices and need to experience the more exhilarating type of life that lead him down numerous dark paths.

for starters, he had the most abhorrent gambling addictions, more often than not blowing off any amount of money he earns from the jobs he could manage to keep through pachinko machines. and when he wasn’t spending his free time gambling his earnings away, he would be caught up with indulging in various illicit substances, simply to feel alive and whole again.

such tragedy befell of your father the moment your mother had passed away when you were young. all you had ever known was the deep void your father felt as he struggled day in and day out to take care of you. during your teenaged years was when you forced yourself to grow up as you tended to him while taking care of yourself to the best of your abilities.

you knew of most of his vices, and loved him unconditionally as a daughter should. his death had truly broken your heart-

but more so than that was the deep sense of freedom you felt.

however, such feelings of freedom was bound to be ephemeral-

it all came into a shattering crash when you came home one day and saw that your apartment had been ransacked. you had just returned from your late hours spent working at your job. all around you were strange men dressed in suits, all of them concealing a weapon of their own the fear was felt coursing through your veins when you saw a scarred man in a suit with a gun safely within the confines of his pockets.

he takes one look at you and grins, slamming down a few sheets of papers that you recognized as being written in your father’s own handwriting. “looks like your worthless old man was such pussy he went ahead and died before paying me the debts that he owes.”

his eyes gleams at you, eyeing at you with such a lustful hunger that you felt your heart drop down to the confines of your abdomen.

“and he has given you to me, to do as i please as part of his payment.”

you were trembling, already feeling the cold sweat travel down the nape of your neck as the nausea begins to settle. it takes you a herculean effort to prevent yourself from dry heaving, watching with a terrified gaze as the man steps forward, a glint seen within his dark brown eyes as he places a calloused hand behind your neck. “it’s a good thing you’re easy on the eyes, unlike that piss-ant excuse for a father.”

as you were surrounded by those men, you were given little choice but to pack what belongings you wished to take with you as you were escorted out of your apartment by the men. it was only then that you found out that your father had somehow involved himself with the japanese mafia, the yakuza, managing to take several loans from them as he dug himself even deeper into the depths of their claws-

leaving you behind to deal with the mess.

for the following weeks, your days were spent beneath deep scrutiny of the yakuza, living within their grand mansion as the boss ends up growing a fondness for you. he forces you to quit your job all while donning you in heavy amounts of makeup along with low cut and revealing dresses. you were nothing more than a piece of eye-candy for the bastard to admire and behold.

“you’re damn lucky you’re so fucking beautiful. i don’t even wish to have you writhing beneath me, at least, not yet.”

it was one of those nights where you were forced to take a seat against the boss’ lap, surrounded by his luxurious furniture as he kept tracing his disgustingly chapped lips over your features. each time you felt his caress, you look away from him, making him grow even more frustrated with you when he tosses your form against the ground.

the wind was knocked out of your very lungs as you struggled against him, using every bit of your strength to get him off of you-

but to no avail.

his brown eyes were wild, filled with fury and lust as he worked on tearing away at your dress. “the more you keep defying me, the more i will wish to dominate you. i changed my mind, perhaps i will take you after all.”

just as his hands reach down to the skirt of your dress as a scream was felt lodged in your throat-

the sounds of gunshots and a door slamming open was what stops him from going any further as you tilt your gaze to your right to see the sight of a young man, the mere visage of his sharply handsome features taking your very breath away.

his dark hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth undercut from beneath its soft strands as his dark eyes were slanted in a scowl. he was dressed in a suit, with black gloves covering his hands as he aimed the gun directly at the man hovering above you. the yakuza boss was given no chance to react when he aims his gun towards the man, shooting him directly against his head as your screams finally echoed throughout the room.

2. introduction

the adrenaline was felt coursing through your very veins, and you swore you were close to gagging upon feeling the warm sensation of blood beginning to stain the fabric of your dress. despite how the rich scent of iron fills your senses, you couldn’t find the strength to move as you were left frozen on the ground with a dead man slumped over you.

your heart was pounding, sending rushes of ice cold blood to rush through your veins as your breaths came out as uneven and labored.

“oi, can you hear me? OI!”

with a gasp, you felt the man with the gun, your savior, pick the dead body off of you before tossing him aside. your eyes briefly meet with his, and you found yourself admiring the deep shade of sable settled within his stern gaze, comparing the color of his eyes to a deep, moonless night. you watch as his thin lips move, and you were aware of him speaking to you, but the blood rushing through your ears was making it difficult for you to understand him.

he lets out a string of curses, muttering some word pertaining to you being traumatized before leaning down to pick up your trembling form. he doesn’t seem to mind the blood that stains at your dress, nearly drying as your breathing slowly began to calm down its rapid beats.

while you were held in his arms, you were aware of his brisk pace when he takes you out of the room, allowing you to see just the sheer amount of damage he had caused as many of the yakuza members had a bullet wound gracing their chests. the sheer sight of it all was enough to make you tremble once more-

“....name?”

you were aware of the way he continues his trek out of the mansion, calling out to you when you divert your attention back to him, “p-pardon?”

he doesn’t return your questioning gaze, eyes remaining honed in on the exit settled several feet away. but...perhaps it was your imagination, but did your savior press your form even closer to his chest in hopes of shielding you from the gruesome image of the fallen yakuza members?

the man lets out a gentle huff, “i asked you what your name was.”

finding yourself clinging to him, you could feel your face heat up in response to his close proximity. wetting your lips, you take in a deep breath before exhaling, softly murmuring your name to him.

he tilts his gaze downwards, meeting your gaze while softly repeating the syllables that made up your name. his brushes against your skin was soft, achingly so, before his tone becomes softer, “are you alright? did that bastard hurt you?”

you shiver at the memory, letting out a whimper before folding yourself even closer to him. “h-he was going to hurt me, nearly beyond repair; b-but, you saved me.”

a sound reminiscent of a pleased hum was heard coming from the confines of his throat, his strides taking him out of the mansion as the cold night air was felt hitting against your skin. his gaze lands on a vehicle settled near the mansion’s gates, ready to walk towards it when he was suddenly stopped, feeling a soft sensation gracing his jaw.

looking down, he meets with your shimmering gaze, filled with gratitude for saving you as you whisper, “what’s your name?”

a sudden shyness was felt coursing through him, causing him to avert his gaze all while letting out a cough.

“it’s suwa, suwa rei.”

a smile was seen gracing your features, and you found yourself repeating the syllables that make up his name, thinking to yourself how much the name suits him before allowing your body to succumb to its exhaustion. the moment rei feels your form slump within his arms, he frantically calls out your name, patting at your face in hopes of getting you to awaken-

but with you completely unconscious, in a deep sleep even, the young assassin knew that he could not leave you alone.

3. interaction

the moment kazuki saw rei return back to their shared home with you in his arms, he knew something major had happened during his solo mission. nearly forgetting that he still had miri in his arms, he hears her let out a gasp all while asking, “papa rei brought home a princess!”

rei gives his partner an exasperated expression, feeling his own exhaustion coursing through his veins, “can you put miri to bed? i promise, i’ll explain everything later.”

understanding the look settled deep within rei’s eyes, kazuki gives him a nod before carrying miri away, doing his best to calm the young girl’s tantrums and curiosity pertaining to the woman settled within rei’s arms.

he sighs, making his way toward his bedroom, allowing the light from the hallway to light up the dark corners of his room. with his bed in sight, he gently settles your sleeping form on top of the covers. running a hand through his dark hair, he releases them from the confines of his ponytail, allowing them to fall freely across the back of his neck.

rei’s gaze continues to linger on your form, unsure of what he planned to do with you. your dress was a complete mess, the front of it being dyed a deep burgundy due to how he had immediately taken out the boss, spilling his blood all over your form.

a surge of guilt courses through him, hating the fact that he had to make an innocent person like yourself bear witness to such bloodshed. his hands itch with the need to reach out to you, to brush back the strands of your hair while cleaning your form of any spilled blood-

he coughs, banishing such strange thoughts from the confines of his mind. his face felt oddly heated when he finally convinces himself to deal with this all in the morning, already having plans to sleep in his bathtub and allow you to rest within the safety of his room.

he turns around, only to nearly jump back in response upon coming face to face with kazuki. his brown eyes were filled with concern when he tilts his gaze over to your sleeping form. “was this another one of watanabe’s women?”

“yeah, the bastard was close to tearing her apart had i not arrived sooner.”

“heh, and is that why your fair maiden is covered in blood?”

rei winces upon hearing kazuki’s teasing words, rolling his eyes as he was ready to prepare his bed from within the safety of the bathtub when kazuki stops him. his hand was gripping at his wrist, stopping him from leaving when he asks, “what do you plan to do with her?”

ah, of course, the age old question. what was he going to do with you? kazuki’s concerns were valid, and besides, it’s not like you didn’t have your own life to return to. surely, he was able to help you return back to the life you had before watanabe ruined it?

avoiding kazuki’s gaze, he allows his eyes to travel back to your sleeping form, watching the way your chest rose and fell in tune with your breathing. just seeing how vulnerable you were, still in your ruined dress with your face finally painted in the perfect visage of tranquility.

tearing his gaze away, rei shrugs off his partner’s hold on his wrist. “we’ll deal with such things later.”

4. attraction

as if the circumstances couldn’t get any stranger... you found yourself living in the same house as rei, along with his partner, kazuki kurusu and adoptive daughter, miri.

the morning after rei had saved you and taken you back to his home, there seemed to be tense and terse silence that filled the air. you recall waking up that morning, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of the dried blood that soaks the front of your dress.

you felt the bile creeping up the confines of your throat, about to heave up everything that remains in your stomach had it not been for the sight that came from your periphery. settled at the end of the bed was a folded shirt and a pair of shorts with a new packet that contained a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

a surge of warmth was felt coursing through your very veins, somehow knowing that rei had given you such items as you force yourself out of bed. wanting nothing more than to discard the disgusting dress that covers your form as you shrug yourself out of it. picking up the new clothes and packet of essentials close to your chest.

making sure that the hallways were clear, you kept following it until you reached the bathroom, sliding your form within the room as you worked on thoroughly cleansing your body from the events that happened last night.

with you feeling refreshed and dressed in what you assumed to be rei’s clothes, you make your way towards the kitchen to see rei already settled on the table with an adorable young girl with rich brown hair settled on his lap all while feeding him bits of what looked like pancakes. for a moment, you felt your heart become trapped within your throat upon seeing rei in his disheveled state.

he was achingly handsome, with the soft curls seen falling across his face. there was a soft expression seen within his eyes when he holds the little girl on his lap, allowing her to pat and prod at his cheeks while letting out a string of giggles-

and truly, it was such an endearing sight to you.

“papa, papa! say ahhh!” she beckons at rei to lean down and take a bite out of the pancake dipped in syrup, making his mouth twitch a little bit before leaning down to meet with her gaze.

“ahh.” rei’s voice was completely deadpan, dripped in nonchalance as he allows the young girl to feed him the delectable pancake. the sight was enough to make you smile as a giggle was felt escaping from your lips, and you immediately regretted letting your presence known. rei’s gaze was unreadable, looking at you as the little girl does the same.

thank the heavens for miri, for the moment she sees you, she hops off of rei’s lap and comes to meet with your surprised gaze. “hello! you are the pretty princess in papa’s arms!”

you could feel your cheeks turn warm in response to the girl’s sweet words, causing rei to let out a cough as he tries to correct her, “she’s just...a friend of papa’s.”

the girl doesn’t seem to pay rei any mind, standing on the tip of her toes as she beckons you to pick her up. upon seeing this, rei tries to stop her, “wait, miri, she’s not-”

he trails off upon hearing your sweet giggles, picking her up with no hesitation as you bask in her laughter. the sudden tension felt within the household melts with the joyous sounds that escapes your lips. such a happy sight was enough to make kazuki stop his cooking, watching with unbidden amusement while watching their daughter laughing so freely whilst in your arms.

after calming down miri, you were able to settle yourself on the dining table as kazuki brings you your own plate of breakfast. between bites of your pancakes and sausages, rei keeps his gaze honed in on you. kazuki distracts miri with feeding her some pancakes as well, allowing rei to talk to you.

“do you know what you want to do?”

you hum, cutting off a piece of sausage while chewing on it thoughtfully. “to be honest... not really. since watanabe forced me to come with him as part of my dad’s...payment,” you give yourself a chance to shudder, “i had to quit the lease on my apartment and my job as well.”

“papa rei, you can keep her!”

rei was in the midst of taking a sip of his coffee when miri’s sudden outburst makes him choke on his coffee, the poor man nearly spewing the dark liquid across the table earning an amused chuckle from kazuki.

“i mean, our daughter has a point. it doesn’t seem right to simply kick her out, right? especially after going through something so traumatic as being the center of watanabe’s affections.” kazuki shivers dramatically in response, the sight of his goofy expression was enough to melt all thoughts pertaining to the uncertainty of your future away.

5. date

currently, you had been living with rei and his unorthodox family for a few months now, acting as miri’s primary caretaker when rei and kazuki were sent on missions. despite how awkward it all seemed in the beginning, you all managed to work it all out-

well, for the most part.

what you didn’t account for was the absolute attraction you felt whenever you were close to rei. everything about him seemed to draw you in, and you found yourself daydreaming about him on more than one occasion. everything about him intrigued you, and you wanted nothing more than to tear down the walls rei had built for himself surrounding his heart.

being kazuki kurusu’s complete opposite in every way, you realize that rei was a man that spoke and expressed himself with few words. he enjoyed keeping to himself, spending his free time basking in his various videogames, working out on his treadmill, or tending to his personal garden.

and oh boy...there was a moment where you had caught rei in the midst of his workout, running on the treadmill as you collected everyone’s dirty clothes to do some laundry when you happen to pass by rei whilst he was on the treadmill. your periphery had caught sight of him, but your curiosity got the best of you as you felt yourself facing forward-

only to have your heart cease with its beats at the mere sight in front of you.

rei didn’t notice you, eyes clenched shut as headphones covered his ears. he ran across the treadmill dressed only in a pair of sweats. his muscular body was littered with scars, and even with a few bullet wounds here and there-

yet he was still so attractive to you. you could feel your cheeks warm up as you thought about what it would feel like to kiss away at those scars all while darting your tongue-

as if sensing your presence, rei looks directly at you, taking off his headphones while asking you if you were alright. to which you merely let out a squeak in reply before dashing away from him.

because of how you had witnessed him working out so freely like that, your mind was a complete and total mess whenever rei was around. each time he was within your proximity, you would feel your blood rushing through your veins as your whole body began to heat up in response. the emotions rei had elicited from you was truly and utterly maddening.

so you decided to finally act on your emotions, knowing exactly what to do when rei had his next day off.

it happens on a sunday, with the sounds of rei playing one of his games in the early morning prompting you to wake up. you continue with your morning routine and put on your newly purchased clothes. dressed in a shirt and a cozy pair of sweatpants, you calm down your racing heart and make your way toward rei.

his form was settled on the couch, dark eyes glued to the glowing screen as he mashes several buttons on his controller, completely focused on the game when you make your appearance known. he acknowledges you with a nod before returning back to his game.

you watch the screen, coming closer to where he was settled on the couch to see that he was playing one of those competitive fighting games. hoping that he didn’t catch your bluff, you settle yourself next to him while giggling, “oh, i love this game. i used to play it all the time with my friends.”

rei pauses the game, looking at you with his eyebrows arched upwards in question. “oh yeah?”

“yes.” you confirm with a nervous smile, truly hoping that rei couldn’t catch your bluff. your eyes travel over to the second controller and gesture over at it. “how about we compete one-on-one?”

just then, the most attractive smirk graces rei’s features, “what? are you hinting that there’s a prize at the end of it?”

“but of course,” you say with a cheshire cat grin spreading across your features. “if you win, you get to ask anything of me...and if i win...” you trail off, suddenly feeling shy when his gaze is kept honed in on your form.

“and if you win...?” he trails off, ending in a question as he is genuinely curious as to what you were going to say.

ignoring the way your cheeks began to heat up so considerably in response, you look away from him and say, “if i win, th-then you must take me out on a date.”

the silence that permeates the air was unbearable to you, and you found yourself regretting betting such a thing. perhaps he wouldn’t take the bait after all, and you were so close to saying how you were just kidding-

that is, until rei says with a smile on his face, “you’re on, let’s do this.”

he stands from his seat, allowing you to take the other controller before he settles back on the couch right next to you. he exits out of the menu and switches over from single player to two-player. upon reaching the character selection scene, you chose your favorite character to play while rei does the same.

you could feel your palms become sweaty in response, ready to button mash your way into his heart when the fight starts. feeling so wound up, you end up releasing a flurry of attacks first with rei’s character being barely able to block it.

it was strange, but wasn’t rei a great player at this game? surely the hours he spent putting into the game would reflect his far superior style of gameplay compared to yours-

so why was it that you were able to chip away at the opponent with ease? truly, you had lied about this game being a favorite of yours, with you simply taking a guess with each button mash you performed. within just seconds alone, your character comes out victorious, standing over rei’s own player character as rei drops his controller in response.

“alright, you won fair and square.” his deadpan expression meets with yours, making your heart race even faster in response. “i’ll take you out somewhere nice come next weekend.”

6. holding hands

you were still in a daze when rei had agreed to take you out on a date so freely like that.

between kazuki’s knowing smiles and miri’s joyous laughter all urging you onwards with your date with rei. when the weekend finally came, you found that your heart wouldn’t stop racing with anticipation, making sure that you were dressed extremely well while wearing some makeup in hopes of further attracting rei to you.

with you ready to go, you meet with rei, feeling your heart perform somersaults from within the confines of your chest from the mere sight of him. he wore a deep blue jacket, coupling it along with some jeans and a regular pair of sneakers. his curled black hair falls perfectly across his pale face, his full lips perfectly straightened, not showing a single emotion as you struggled to decipher what remains within his mind when he looks at you.

your own gaze was shy, meeting his eyes for a brief moment as you fought back the urge to ask him, what do you think?

but lucky for you, perhaps rei suwa wasn’t as stoic as he made himself out to be. for the moment you step closer to him, eyes wide with your lips parted, as if ready to utter your question when a sudden flash of pink was seen settled across his cheek.

not wanting to be scrutinized or teased by kazuki or their daughter, rei takes a hold of your hand and exits his home together with you. “we’ll be back later, by tonight.” he calls out to his partner and daughter before pulling you along, leading you away from your shared home.

you were close to asking where he planned to take you, but felt your words get caught within the confines of your throat when he takes a hold of your hand, interlocking them together with his as he looks back at you. he lets out a gentle whisper of your name before telling you, “we can go anywhere you’d like.”

7. first kiss

your laughter was all that echoed throughout the night was you kept your arm wrapped around rei’s. staying true to his word, rei takes you to wherever you pleased, allowing you to truly tailor the date to your liking alone.

knowing of rei’s introverted nature, you took him to your favorite cafe, treating yourselves to your favorite drinks before exploring a bookstore close by. the sight of his tiny smile gracing his features as he buys the volumes to his favorite manga was an image that you embedded within the depths of your mind. you had every intention of paying for your own books, but was left pleasantly surprised when he ends up purchasing your novels for you as well.

you end up giggling, having the time of your life while gently running your hips against rei’s as he carried your bag of books with him, “you know, i didn’t think you’d be so bad at city fighters.”

he lifts up his eyebrows at you, “pardon?”

“you know,” you run your hips against his once more, “when we made that bet? and i told you that you owed me a date if you lost?”

it was then that a rich smirk appears on rei’s handsome features, stopping his movements when he meets your gaze and tells you, “oh that? don’t get too cocky, since i lost on purpose.”

the sudden realization makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, especially when rei begins laughing at you. “w-wait, what?! you lost on purpose, b-but why?!”

your question succeeds in making rei cease with his laughter, not looking at you as he hid his mouth behind the back of his hand. “f-figure it out yourself.”

it takes you a few minutes, until it finally dawns on you.

he wanted to go on a date with you.

yet before you could voice the answer out loud, rei distracts you, asking you where you wanted to eat for dinner. with your heart racing and tied in knots at the thought of rei being so damn cute and charming, you allow rei to choose the restaurant.

you end the night with a dinner at a small and quaint diner that rei favored hidden within the corner of the city. you both end up enjoying the meal while striking a conversation with him. during your conversation, it seemed as though rei was purposely being closed off, not saying much as he allows you to delve into your own rich history about your past.

throughout dinner, you tell him about your rocky relationship with your father, seeing the way rei had tightened his grip on his fork when he listens to all of the troubles you went to, even going into some detail of the weeks you spent with watanabe.

“b-but truly, i’m fine now! i mean, i feel like i should feel sad, or like, just any emotion that pertains to him but...with him gone now, i just feel an overwhelming sense of relief? and i just...i feel so bad about it.”

rei remains silent, hiding his face from beneath the length of his hair before dropping his fork. you were going to ask him if he was okay, only to see him suddenly lean forward as he takes a hold of your chin. his eyes gaze deeply into yours, saying your name in a bit of a husky tone before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

you were given no chance to react the moment rei pulls away from you, eyes now shimmering with a deep emotion you just couldn’t quite put a finger on yet. he keeps his gaze honed in on yours before settling back against his seat. with your free hand in sight, he takes a hold of it, holding it against him as he presses a kiss against the back of it.

“i know your feelings pertaining to your father all too well. and really, there’s no need for you to feel sorry. you aren’t obligated to forgive him, not when he’s inflicted so much pain on you.”

hearing rei’s words causes a fresh wave of tears to wash over you, feeling comforted by his reassuring words as you felt your heart begin to blossom with newfound feelings for the man settled in front of you.

8. relationship

something was growing between you and rei, you could feel it.

every waking moment was spent together with him. you couldn’t quite put a label on what was going on between the two of you, due to rei’s own quiet and introverted nature.

but truly, you didn’t think that your relationship needed a label; not in the slightest.

all you knew was that he was immensely important to you, and possibly, just as broken as you were due to his own troubled past. you wanted to soothe his own heartaches and help with healing his own traumas to the best of your abilities.

it was late into the night and you found that you couldn’t sleep, not without rei by your side. with your form cuddling close to one of your pillows, you continue watching random videos on your phone, hoping that one of them would miraculously lull you into a peaceful slumber, like miri would each time you finished reading a bedtime story for her.

but truly, you need rei by your side to feel any amount of comfort within the night.

as if answering your heeds, your ears perk upon hearing the sound of a front door opening. you gently lower your phone, straining your ears to listen for the familiar sounds of rei’s footsteps. the closer he got to your shared bedroom, the more prominent his sighs became as he pushes the door open.

his eyes strain against the darkness, seeing the way your phone still lights up the space before grunting, “it’s late, why are you still up?”

you cough, turning off your phone before deciding to be honest with him. “i-i couldn’t sleep without you next to me.”

rei was unnaturally silent, not making a sound when he loosens his tie and takes off the jacket of his suit. you listen to him let out a sigh of your name before joining you in bed, feeling the expensive fabric of his collared shirt brushing against your back.

“are you not going to change?”

cue rei letting out a grunt in response. “no, too tired.” he leans in closer to you, breathing in your scent before placing a kiss behind your neck. “besides, i can’t sleep unless i have you in my arms.”

the mutual warmth you felt was undeniable, and you could feel your heart brimming with fondness for him when the drowsiness slowly takes over your form. you could feel your eyelids become heavy, basking in the way rei’s chest was pressed against your back, making you feel every sensation of his breathing whilst he slept.

9. love

there was a sudden distance felt forming between you and rei, and you weren’t sure what had become the catalyst to such a thing. it was felt each time you tended to miri, watching with an almost forlorn expression each time rei leaves without sparing you a second glance.

during those times where he would leave on his own, you would ask kazuki if you had done anything to upset rei, to which he would simply let out a chuckle in response. “it’s fine, rei’s probably just busy, that’s all. it probably has nothing to do with you.”

you thanked him for his words, tending to miri once more as she shows you all of the pictures she had drawn as you force yourself to smile. she calls out your name before shifting through her many drawings, pulling out one in hopes of cheering you up.

“mama, look, your holding hands with papa rei a-an he’s holding your hand ‘cause he loves you! this will be my present for you!”

you felt an almost painful smile cross your features, holding miri tightly against you as you buried your nose within her soft strands of hair all while breathing in the soft scent of her strawberry shampoo. “thank you, sweetheart.”

later that night, kazuki offers to put miri to bed so that you could be alone with your thoughts. within the comfort of your shared room, you kept miri’s picture close to you, staring at the sweet colors and wondering if rei would come home tonight. your fingers trace at his features within the drawing, feeling your heart ache as you called out his name.

you were so caught up in your thoughts, wondering if you could truly explain the reasoning behind rei’s distance that you were unaware of the sudden presence coming from behind you. the man seemed out of breath, entering the room before locking the door, making his way toward you.

you gasp, finally realizing that you were no longer alone when you saw rei take great strides toward you. his eyes were filled with a yearning, brimming with the same shine within his gaze you had seen during your first date. you call out to him, voice a stuttering mess when he strips himself of his clothes.

with his added weight making the bed dip in response, you feel him reach out towards you, hands brushing against your chin as he forces you to face him. he lets out a hoarse cry of your name before delving his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. with a moan, you feel your hands let go of miri’s drawing, allowing it to flutter to the ground as you felt yourself drowning within his kiss.

using his strength alone, he picks up your form to settle it in the middle of the mattress, his knee coming between your legs as he pushes against your core with a purpose. you moan into his kiss, feeling the heat spread from between your legs the more rei places the pressure against it.

when the need for air became too much to bear, he pulls away from the kiss first, settling his form away from you as he works on tearing off the rest of his clothes. you whimper upon feeling rei pull away from, about to voice your protest when he finally strips his collared shirt away from his body, revealing his broad and scarred chest for your eyes to drink in.

he crawls closer to you, pressing a finger against your parted lips when he tells you, “sssh, we wouldn’t want to wake up miri...” he trails off, hands working on lifting up your own pajamas away from your form as he pushes up the soft fabric, revealing your bare, heaving breasts to him.

he moans at the sight, hands coming to latch on to your heated skin while letting out a quiet string of curses, “d-damn, i forgot how you seldom sleep with a bra on.” he squeezes at your chest, prodding at your nipples before settling himself above your form. licking his lips, he takes in one of your hardened buds into his hot mouth with his tongue curled against it. him lavishing such sinful kisses across your chest makes you elicit a whimper, with you literally having to bite down against the back of your hand as rei continues his ministrations on your form.

the ache you felt between your legs was painful, becoming so uncomfortable that you felt your very breath become taken away from you. you became so needy for him that you felt your legs wrap themselves around his waist, grinding yourself against him in hope of relieving such an annoying ache that took residence between them.

he groans at the sensation, nipping at your skin before traveling down your form, “so damn impatient.”

rei continues to lift your clothes away from your body, tearing them away from your form as you were left in your panties. with a grunt of your name, rei keeps sliding down your frame until he was settled between your legs, pressing a kiss against your inner thighs before grabbing at your panties, pulling them down with his teeth alone.

your mind was spinning, feeling your panties loosely hang against your ankles as rei presses soft kisses against your aching core. you could feel the evidence of your arousal coming out of you as rei’s gentle licks against your slickness makes you toss your head back in response.

the squelching sounds that were felt and heard eliciting from your core as rei worked on devouring you was enough to send your heart and mind reeling. thoughts were no longer felt nor acknowledged the moment rei decides to explore your gummy walls with his fingers. he stretches you, allowing his fingers to gently prod and open them all while drinking in the evidence of your arousal.

nearly letting out a cry of his name, you bite down against the back of your hand, feeling yourself spill into his mouth as rei lets out a guttural groan of your name.

as if driven by sheer desperation for you, rei steps out of bed for a few moments, shoving his dress pants and boxers down as you watch with anticipation, admiring the prominent erection seen between his legs. he comes closer to your form, pressing a kiss against your forehead before leaning over you to reach the nightstand. from the drawer, he pulls out a square foil and rips it open with his teeth.

returning back to you, his eyes never leave your form as he places the ring of rubber around his cock, ready to take you in every sense of the word as he allows your legs to wrap around his waist.

his eyes were brimming with absolute adoration for you, allowing the tip of him to collect at the arousal that stains your walls. your breath hitches when you feel him slide his tip within your aching core, making you arch your back when rei breathlessly tells you, “i’d rather be in hell than alone, and you make me feel less alone.”

“r-rei...ah!” within seconds, he fully sheathes himself inside of your walls, pounding himself passionately in and out of you all while admiring the way your breasts seemed to bounce with his every movement. the sheer amount of pleasure you felt was at an all time high, with rei feeling the same way as he struggled to keep his breathing even.

due to your respective desperations that was felt, rei continues to quicken his thrust all while holding on to your hips tightly, the bed seeming to creak and bounce with his passionate movements as you arched your back in response. just feeling how deeply rei penetrates your walls makes you gasp, crying out to him when rei suddenly leans forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, thus swallowing your moans.

with one final thrust, rei comes and spills himself within the condom as your walls convulses against him at the same time, feeling yourself spill the sweet evidence of your release over him. he lets out a grunt, making sure he was completely emptied before pulling out of you, tying up the used condom as he tosses it within the trash-bin settled in the corner of his room.

both of your expressions were painted with a tinge of exhaustion when rei comes closer to you, taking you in his arms as he places the blankets over your naked forms. all was quiet, with neither of you uttering a single word. rei allows you to bask in the quiet ambience, taking advantage of your sleepy state as you let out a yawn and fell asleep against him.

feeling your gentle breaths against his skin, rei closes his eyes all while softly murmuring into the night.

“i love you.”

10. commitment

the sun was felt shining a bit too brightly for your liking, making you wince as you buried your head even further from within your beloved’s chest. did you and rei end up sleeping in? the intensity of the sun was insane, and you weren’t sure if kazuki needed your or rei’s help with taking care of miri.

with a soft moan, you were ready to call out to him to wake him up, sitting up from your position on his chest when something sparkling from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. following the sight, you felt the air escape from your lungs upon seeing an engagement ring settled safely within a plush, black velvet box.

as if spellbound by such a sight, you step out of bed and come closer to where the ring was settled, hand trembling as they reached down to grab a hold of it. the box kept shaking, even when it was placed upon the palm of your hand, and you couldn’t find any reasons why such a ring would be here, in yours and rei’s shared bedroom.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed when rei finally woke up, dark eyes completely unreadable when he puts on his boxers and joins you. he takes note of the way your hand keeps trembling and decides to take a hold of the ring, letting out a soft chuckle when he teases you, “shall i help you with putting it on?”

you gasp, meeting his gaze while letting out a stuttered cry of his name. taking the box from your hand, he extracts the diamond ring from its confines before sliding it on to your left ring finger. “ah, a perfect fit.”

gently, he turns you around so that you were facing him. his expression was shy, as a light blush dusts at his cheeks, “i’m sorry, i’m not so good at these types of things, and i didn’t mean to come off as being so distant when all i wanted was to surprise you with this.”

he admires the ring settled on your finger and sighs, getting down on one knee for you, “i had every intention of waiting; of proposing to you when i took you out to dinner or something...but, the moment i saw you sleeping so peacefully while next to me, i couldn’t stand not being to claim you as mine for forever. that’s why...i carefully snuck out of bed and took out the ring in hopes that you would see it once you woke up.”

“r-rei.”

holding on to your left hand, he places a kiss against your ring finger, purposely brushing his lips against the engagement ring when he tells you, “i’ve never felt such a deep love or fondness for anyone- well, aside from with miri, but you’re different.” he presses his forehead against the back of your hand, “with you, i learned just how soft having an unconditional type of love could be. i see it every day when you care for miri and laugh at all of kazuki's stupid jokes. i want to spend the rest of my life with you, tying your life together with mine.”

“i’ll always protect you, so please, marry me.”

with a happy cry of his name, you eagerly accept his proposal, causing the widest smile to appear across rei’s handsome features as he stands back to his full height, taking you in his arms as he kisses you deeply, filled with joy at the thought of you becoming his wife ♡

a.n. - currently an unedited mess of a story, but it was so worth it ♡ as always i will fix any glaring errors once it's posted 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#rei suwa x reader #suwa rei x reader #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies fic #.stories

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chloegirlgay · 4 days

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Cold Sloan Creamery

A charming cutie steals your attention at your boring coffee-shop job. Turns out they've got a food service gig as well - a much sweeter one. Modern AU.

Another experiment I did with first-person stuff. Sex is alluded to but not present. Word count: 2253. Enjoy!

Five A.M. Entirely too early to be doing anything, let alone having to drag myself into work for another day; yet here I was, miserably reading the back of a shampoo bottle in the shower. Mornings like this, I would idly wonder if it was worth quitting my job. Technically, I could probably survive college without it if I took out more loans. There were benefits to working at a coffee shop as well. I just had to push through it.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Working on campus was pleasant at least, even on the weekends it felt like I was part of a community. I had a few regulars I knew and enjoyed talking to. I was hyping myself up as I dried myself off, hoping to make the day a little less miserable. It worked slightly, as I was at least able to muster up the energy to get ready and make it there.

The lights were already on, and I mumbled “good morning”s to my coworkers as I kept preparing myself mentally for the day ahead. I made myself a small coffee - one of the perks of the job was a free drink per shift, and I needed it now - and drank it entirely too quickly for something that hot. With that, I was finally ready to start the drudgery of commerce. It was Saturday, so there was no rush of people coming to class, but there were still a few customers. Just get into the groove, it’ll be fine. I thought to myself.

I was able to dissociate and lose myself in filling orders and making drinks, and by the time I looked at the clock again I had made it to eleven. Not too bad so far, just a few hours to go. The next customer came up, looking a bit frazzled, and I couldn’t help but notice how cute they were. Cute brown hair, an eyebrow piercing, a dazzling smile - they had it all. And they would have their caramel latte with extra whipped cream they ordered in that beautiful high-energy voice.

They took their drink and sat themselves on one of our tables, pulling out a laptop festooned with stickers. A few pride stickers, including a nonbinary flag in a cute heart, as well as a litany of representations of historic places. A column from the Parthenon, a pyramid from Giza… this was clearly someone who was well versed in the wonders of the world. Exploring sounded nice right about now, trapped in work. At least it was lunchtime. Maybe I should talk to them? No, that was weird. I took another small coffee - one small coffee plus another still added up to one free drink, right? - and sat down at a table near enough to the mysterious cutie without being so close that I’d be anxious. It didn’t work. I was still anxious, hearing them tap-tap-tap away at their keyboard. I hadn’t had an infatuation this powerful or instant in a long time, and it had me sweating.

“Howdy!” They’d directed their attention to me. I was careful not to get my hopes up, but there was an outside shot that this was my chance. “That latte was really good. You seemed kinda down so I figured I’d uh, swing by?” They had taken their laptop over to my table, and were smiling that adorable chipped smile at me again.

“Oh, thank you.” I said. Don’t fumble now, I thought to myself. “I was just thinking about an assignment I have due next week.”

They nodded. “Ugh, I feel that. I was actually working on a paper about the classical structures of Rome, which I love, but the writing still gets to me.”

“That sounds unique. What degree is that for?”

Their eyes lit up and they started to ramble a bit. “Archaeology! It’s been one of my favorite topics… well, my whole life! It’s been so fun to study. Still not into the writing though.” They sighed. “I wish I could get out of the classroom and out into the field, but digsites won’t take you without the degree. Lame.”

“Where are you hoping to get to work at once you get the degree?”

They paused for a moment in thought, then continued with their mile-a-minute responses. “I mean my favorite place in the whole world is Cairo, and I’d love to get to find an undiscovered part of the Pyramids, but I worry that staying in one place will mean I miss out on all the other places I could explore! I guess my answer is that I want to travel a lot? It would certainly be better than now, where the farthest I travel is from my dorm to the gym.”

Their figure did look as if they were into working out - not too much, but they certainly looked like an arm wrestling contest with them would not be particularly close. Hot. Averting my eyes, I checked my watch. Three minutes left on my lunch break. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to work. It was really nice talking to you…” I realized I hadn’t got their name.

They realized too. “I’m Sloan! Nice to meet you too! Hopefully I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! Best of luck on your paper. When in Rome and all that.”

They stuck their tongue out playfully as they packed up their laptop, and left with a wave. I spent the rest of my shift hoping I’d see them again soon. That said, I think I was the only one who was going to drink two coffees in one day, so I guess it’d have to wait…

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Two P.M. I was finally free from my job for the day. Most of the time, I only worked weekends, so in a way I was already halfway through the week. Despite this, I was still willing to spend a bit to get myself a little treat. A new ice cream shop had opened near campus, and it did sound relaxing to get a cone and relax in the courtyard in the summer sun.

A small bell rang on the door as I entered, and I heard a surprisingly familiar voice greet me. “Welcome to Lindholm’s Ice Cream, where sweet treats are always…” They trailed off. “It’s you! Hello!” Sloan was there, on the job, dressed in a cute but admittedly somewhat tacky red and white striped outfit adorned with a hat and bowtie.

“You work here? I promise this is a coincidence.” I said sheepishly.

“Aw shucks, I mean you’re allowed to come visit just for me.” They said with a grin. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, um…” My order was suddenly gone from my mind, lost in their eyes. “Whatever you recommend? Dealer’s choice.”

“Not something I hear often, but I can dig that.” They said, getting a scoop out and taking a hunk of pink dessert. “This one’s a simple combination I like. Strawberry and vanilla.”

“That sounds good. Thanks!” As they took the second scoop and placed it into a cone, I took the treat. “Is it alright if I hang out here? I’m not sure how busy you guys get.”

“Of course you can! As for business…” They put their hands on their cheeks in exaggerated disappointment. “You’re the first customer we’ve had today. I don’t know if the owner doesn’t do any advertising or what, but it gets pretty boring.” They perked back up a bit. “I still get paid the same either way, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“So how long have you worked here?” I asked, taking a spoonful of ice cream. The strawberry flavor was really refreshing after today.

“Like a month. It’s honestly not that bad. Nobody comes in, so I’m not bothered. Plus, they let me mess around with my own uniform for, uh, gender reasons. Let me wear this snazzy bowtie.” They stepped out from behind the counter with their own ice cream and sat down across from me.

“This is good! My compliments to the scooper.”

“‘Course! My taste is always good.”

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The next few weeks, stopping by the ice cream shop on days when Sloan was working became something of a ritual. It was always nice to give them some company, chat about what was going on in our respective classes, and just… soak in their energy. Their bright smile, their cheery laugh, even down to their regularly changing nail polish, they just exuded positivity and light. Soon, they started coming to get more coffee more regularly, and we spent my breaks there talking as well. It turned my feelings on work around to know I’d get to see Sloan around midway through the day.

It was about a month before during one of our conversations over ice cream that I noticed Sloan was acting kind of strangely. Their eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine, their hands trembled a bit as they served out our desserts, and they nervously tapped their fingers on their side. They sat down across from me, eyes staring straight at their ice cream. There was no one else in the store, as usual - I’d seen maybe two other customers in the last month.

“You okay, Sloan?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Their downward gaze still didn’t change. They muttered under their breath. “¡Demonios!”

“If something’s bothering you, I’m happy to listen. Professor being a jerk again? Argument with someone?”

“No, no. Nothing like that.” They breathed in deeply. “Could you come with me to the back for a second?”

“I know I come in here a lot, but I don’t actually work here.” I said with a laugh.

“It’s fine, nobody else will come in anyway.” They grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the storeroom in the back.

“Did you need me to like, do inventory?” I said, befuddled.

“Will you go out with me?” They said, finally meeting my gaze. “I know this is sudden, but I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

I stood stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by what had just happened.

“This was a bad idea. I knew it. I’m sorry. I don’t want to cause trouble-”

“Of course, Sloan!” I interrupted. “I’d love to, I just - I’ve thought about this for so long, ever since we first met. I was just afraid to ask too.”

Sloan smiled, a big grin showing off their chipped tooth, and pulled me into a hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” They mumbled into my shoulder. It was so comforting, their frame wrapped around me, the warmth of their body making the momentary anxiety fade away, their eyebrow piercing shining in the light, their goofy paper hat sliding off as they leaned into me.

“Do we need to go back out front? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Nobody’s going to show up, and I want to go further. I need you.” They cupped my face in their hands.

“Okay. Take the lead then.”

Sloan took a moment to summon their usual optimism and courage, freeing themselves from their earlier fear; then, they pulled my face in for a kiss. Their lips gave in to mine with ease, and I melted into their embrace. I could taste a hint of sweetness on them. They reached an arm around me and gently lifted me, letting me fall deeper in. This was bliss. My tongue met theirs and my mind started to go blank. The rest of the world seemed to fade out; I was focused on them exclusively.

After an amount of time - I couldn’t tell how much - we pulled apart a bit, still in an embrace but not quite as close. “Still doing good?” Sloan panted out.

“So good.” I said. “If you want to go farther I’m willing.”

Sloan thought for a second, then shook their head. “Not here. That’ll have to wait for after my shift. I don’t want to get THAT much in trouble with my boss.”

I laughed, managing to get to my feet. They did as well, and I helped them smooth out their uniform to try to hide the evidence of our little escapade. Their hair was well mussed from my hands grasping through it, so I attempted to fix it. With a few brushes of my hand in a more orderly fashion, it almost worked.

Sloan took out their phone to look at themselves. They laughed too. “Sloan Cameron, back in action, baby!” They mimed finger guns at me.

Clutching my heart in faux pain, I blew them a kiss and headed back out to the front. Just as they predicted, the ice cream shop was barren. “Looks like your job’s safe, Sloan.”

“Of course! You didn’t doubt me, did you?” They said.

As the flood of emotions faded from me, I suddenly started to notice one thing that I can’t believe I hadn’t up until now. I was freezing. “How cold is it back there?” I said, starting to shiver.

“It’s an ice cream freezer! I’m just used to it.” They said with a smirk. “I’ve got an idea, though…” They threw their jacket at me. “Just bring it back to me later! I just keep it here just in case, I’m not using it much anyway. It’s hot out.” Grabbing a scrap of paper, they quickly scrawled in messy handwriting a note and handed it to me. It was their dorm room, their phone number, and a heart. “See you soon!”

#venture overwatch #fanfic #chloe writes #venture x reader #sloane cameron #sloan cameron

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gunilslaugh · 23 days

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Need Some Help Darling?

Kwak Jiseok Summary: Bad Guy Jiseok always seems to be around whenever you find yourself in trouble. (non-idol au) WC:~1.1k Warning: Reader gets threatened with a knife (but doesn’t get hurt)

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photo not mine credits to owner.

The first time you met Jiseok he had taken you hostage. Your dad had taken a loan from him and was yet to pay it back, so Jiseok decided to take you until your father paid him back.

“Jiseok, leave them alone!” Your father frantically tried to get you away from Jiseok. Jiseok tightened his already bruising grip around your middle.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you just paid me back.” Jiseok chuckled sinisterly. “I’ll give you three days to give me the money. If you don't, your little precious here gets it.” He caressed your face with the back of his hand making you flinch. He then proceeded to drag you out of your home and throw you into the backseat of a car.

“You don’t need to look so afraid,” he said, sounding annoyed.

“You just kidnapped me!” you argued.

“Blame your father. If he paid me back this wouldn’t have happened,” he argued back.

“What if he doesn’t get you the money?” you asked worriedly.

“I said it back there didn’t I? You get it,” he leaned forward and lifted your chin with his fingers.

“What is ‘it’ exactly?” you asked, leaning away from him. He lets go of your chin.

“I haven’t decided yet. Do you have a least favorite finger?” He looked down towards your hands. Resulting in you curling your fingers and pulling your hands further up your lap. You can hear him chuckle at your action.

“I didn’t do anything though. Why should I have to lose a finger?” you pointed out.

“It’s called collateral damage darling.” He shot you a cheeky smile.

“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled.

“Well I never got your name, darling,” he called you the pet name again.

“Y/n, my name is y/n,” you told him. He hummed.

“Darling suits you better,” he says.

“Asshole suits you better,” you muttered.

“Hey don’t mean now. I’m the one with the power here,” he reminds you.

“You kidnapped me and said you cut off my finger,” you justified your meanness.

“I said I haven’t decided yet. If you keep talking like this, maybe I’ll make it your tongue,” he threatened. Your mouth immediately closes as you fall silent. “That’s what I thought,” he tsked. “For your sake let’s just hope your father pays me in time.”

Two of Jiseok’s men held you in place while Jiseok stood off to the side in front of you talking with your father.

“So do you have the money or are things gonna get ugly for darling over there.” Jiseok gestured towards you.

“Jiseok please just let them go and we can figure something else out. They didn’t do anything,” you dad said. Jiseok sighs walking over to you.

“I guess I overestimated how much you care about them.” Jiseok pulled out a knife. He ran it alongside your face. “Where should we start?” He pretends to think and looks over to where your father stood. “Or maybe we should just get right to it,” he held the knife against your neck making your breathing hitch.

“Stop! Stop! I have your money. Let them go, don't hurt them,” you dad pleads. He goes and gets an envelope full of the money.

“You should have just handed it over,” Jiseok states, annoyed. “Let them go,” he tells his men while he counts the money to make sure it’s all there. The men release their hold on you. Your dad rushes over to you uttering a thousand apologies.

“Let’s not have any business together again,” he tells your dad. “Goodbye darling,” he tells you as he exits your house.

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You stretched your aching muscles after finally finishing your work. Your boss thought that it would be nice to make your department team completely redo a project that was due tomorrow morning. Most of your colleagues had already headed home while you stayed behind to tie up the loose ends. You gathered up your belongings and started to head out of your work building. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep.

Once you arrived at the nearest bus station you took a seat on the bench and waited for the bus to arrive.

“Hey pretty, what are you doing out all by yourself?” A group of guys approached you, making you immediately feel uneasy. You decided to ignore, praying that the bus would hurry up and arrive.

“Cat got your tongue?” another one spoke. They took a seat next to you on the bench. You stood up to distance yourself from them. One of them caught your wrist.

“Oh come on. There’s no need to be scared. We just want to talk,” one said.

“Yeah we don’t mean any harm, how about we go grab a drink or something?” one suggested.

“I’m not interested,” you said firmly, pulling your wrist away.

“Looks like we got a feisty one,” one notes. You begin to quickly walk away. Trying to get to the nearest building for safety. You can hear them follow behind you. You picked up your pace to walk even faster.

“You’re gonna miss your bus,” they taunt you.

You’re ready to start sprinting when, “There you are darling. Didn’t you say we’d meet at the bus stop?” It was Jiseok. He comes and wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the group of guys behind you.

“Do we have a problem here?” He looked at the guys darkly. He moved his shirt out of the way to show the knife he was carrying on his hip. Safe to say the guys bothering you quickly scampered away like a bunch of scared kittens.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“You should be more careful. It’s not safe at night, especially in this area,” he tells you. You nodded.

“I’ll head home now,” you dismissed yourself.

“I’ll take you,” he used his arm that was still around you to keep you in your place. “This place is full of bad guys.”

“Like you,” you joked. Jiseok scoffs.

“Yes, like me, so let this bad guy take you home before another one makes you end up on the news,” he says. He then guides you to his car. The ride back to your place is silent other than the radio that is playing.

“Thanks for driving me back,” you thanked him once you arrived at your house.

“Here,” he hands you a piece of paper.

“What is this?” you asked.

“My number. If you work late again and have no one to pick you up, call me,” he tells you. You stare at the paper. You didn’t know what to make of it.

“Thanks, goodnight.” You folded the paper and opened the door to get out of his car.

“Goodnight darling,” he called after you.

part 2 part 3

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discoscoob · 2 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ONE FOR THE MONEY

˙ ✩°˖💸 ⋆｡˚ Kevin Lomax x Reader

Synopsis: while on a work trip in Los Angeles where he is going to attend numerous social events, Kevin hires you to be his date for his entire stay. 3.7k words.

CW: hella toxic relationship, hooker!reader, bratty!reader, Kevin is an asshole, you’re also an asshole (you say something uncalled for,) and you slap him (he deserves it,) angst? degrading language, oral (m!receiving), face fucking.

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The gala is like nothing you’ve seen before. A lavish affair filled with thousands of upper-class and celebrity guests, wearing the latest fashion of the season, with faces full of expensive cosmetic enhancements.

You feel a sudden tinge of imposter syndrome building inside your chest as you walk through the lobby alongside Kevin, his arm firmly clasping your waist as he navigates the crowd of guests.

It’s a far cry from the dingy clubs you’re used to hanging around in, the people here look like something straight out of a magazine.

“Am I allowed to drink the champagne?” you whisper in Kevin’s ear as your eyes catch sight of waiters wandering through the crowd, carrying gold trays filled with champagne flutes.

Kevin gives you a stern look, running a finger under your chin as he turns your face to his.

“Of course, darlin’.” he assures you, his voice low and comforting. “Just remember, I don’t want you drunk and ruining this evening. Keep it to two glasses.”

“What do you think I’ll do? Get up on one of the tables and start doing a strip tease?” you quip sarcastically at his strict rules as you grab one of the champagne flutes as the waiter passes by.

“Not funny, sweetheart. You really need to watch your mouth.” Kevin warns you, but there’s a faint hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re representing me tonight and I won’t have my reputation ruined by some loose tongue.”

“C’mon… you can’t deny it’d make the event more exciting.” you lean into Kevin’s side seductively, as a mischievous smile spreads on your lips while you run your manicured fingers over the silk lapels of his tuxedo jacket. You know already that you will be bored out your brains by the end of the evening.

Kevin scoffs, placing a restraining hand on your shoulder, gently pressing you away from him.

"This isn't a joke, Y/N. I've paid you good money to keep your mouth shut and act appropriately. If you can't handle it, then perhaps I should find myself another date."

"Don't push your luck. I wouldn't hesitate to replace you.” Kevin warns you under his breath, lightly gripping your waist as he walks you towards the group of people he wishes to introduce you to. “Just do as I say and keep your mouth shut unless spoken to.”

As you walk with Kevin, you can't help but feel a slight sting at his words. You swallow hard, taking small sips of your champagne to calm your nerves. Your gaze flickers to the other women in attendance, all dressed to the nines, laughing and smiling effortlessly.

When Kevin introduces you to the first person, a stern-faced man with slicked-back hair, your heart races and you struggle to string together a coherent sentence. You take solace in the fact that despite your awkwardness, you're still attracting stares from those around you.

Throughout the event, you exchange pleasantries and make small talk, eventually finding yourself listening to stories about corporate deals and movie investments, trying to appear engaged.

By the time the gala draws close to midnight, your stifling yawns and rubbing the back of your neck, trying to massage away the ache caused by the heavy necklace that Kevin had loaned from a jewellers, you didn’t even want to know how much it was worth, but you’re certain it was more than the collective wealth of all your ancestors.

The night had been a long and exhausting one, with endless conversations of people whose lives revolved around luxury and privilege becoming tiresome very quickly.

Kevin is in the middle of a discussion with an associate that you had long since tuned out of as you let out a tired yawn you could no longer hold in. The two men stop their conversation and both glance in your direction. Kevin shoots you a glare, while the other man gives you an appraising stare that makes you slightly uncomfortable.

“Are you bored?” Kevin says, his tone of voice more sharp than usual, clearly having noticed your lack of interest in the conversation.

“Bored? No, not at all.” you speak with forced enthusiasm. “I’m having the time of my life.”

Kevin’s expression becomes irritated as he hears the sarcasm in your voice, his eyes briefly locking with his associates before he continues with the conversation, choosing to ignore your comment.

“As I was saying, we’re looking to expand outside of New York City and take on some international clients. We want to create a global profile for this firm so that…”

Kevin’s words carry on but it’s all just white noise to you now, as you struggle to stay awake.

As the conversation continues, your eyes wander curiously over the room, only a handful of guests remain, all of them huddled in small groups sharing superficial conversations. Your eyes catch sight of a pair of glass doors, leading out onto a balcony. While Kevin is distracted by his conversation, you manage to slip away unnoticed, making your way to the balcony.

Once outside, you take in a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs, relieved to be away from the suffocating environment of the gala.

Your eyes flutter shut as you enjoy the cool breeze, letting it blow the exhaustion away until you feel more alert. That’s when a presence behind you makes you jolt a little, immediately feeling defensive.

Before you can turn around to see who joined you on the balcony, you feel two hands lightly wrap around your waist as you hear Kevin’s familiar voice whisper your name in your ear, his tone sounding a lot more light and playful now.

“You couldn’t even be well-behaved enough to stay in the room where I could see you? I knew I couldn’t trust you to stay put for five minutes while I have a conversation.” Kevin wraps both of his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his warm body as he leans his head on top of yours.

“Have you come to tell me that it’s time to leave?” you ask him with a hint of hope in your tone as you lean into his broad chest and rest your tired head against his shoulder while he remains stood sturdily behind you, accepting your weight with ease.

“Of course not,” Kevin murmurs, his voice filled with flirtation as he notices your tired expression resting against his chest.

He can feel the warmth of your breath upon his skin and a slight tingle of excitement runs through his body as you rest yourself upon him.

“I just came to check up on you,” Kevin says, his voice softer now as he gently runs his hands along the sides of your back. “You look a little tired. Are you okay?”

“Not really. I think I’m about to die of boredom.” you take your weight off of Kevin’s chest and turn around in his arms to face him. “The parties I’m used to are so much more fun than this and I don’t have to wear jewellery that damn near breaks my neck.”

“Oh, I see… you miss the days of the dingy little local clubs you used to go to, huh?” Kevin teases lightheartedly, his lips turning up into a playful grin as he notices the distain in your voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist again as he leans into you, his breath slightly tickling your neck as he speaks.

“Well, the parties you used to go to were probably all about hooking up with strangers and getting trashed.”

“As opposed to listening to you discuss legal jargon with your boring associates for hours on end?” you playfully roll your eyes as you lean back against the rail of the balcony.

“As opposed to being a whore that gets trashed every night dancing half-naked in some dingy club for a bunch of sleazy scumbags?” Kevin says, his tone becomes less teasing and more frustrated as he’s met with your flippant replies.

The smile falls from your face as you push yourself off of the rail into a defensive stance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re such a fucking dickhead.” you shake your head, your tone becoming flat as you try to remove the emotion from it, not wanting to show him how much his words penetrate your self-esteem.

Kevin’s expression darkens as your smile falls from your face, the playful energy that was radiating in the air before vanishes like dust in the wind.

“What? Did I hit a chord?” Kevin asks, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a step forward standing right in front of you.

“That’s what your best at, isn’t it? Spreading your legs and showing off your body.”

You feel your blood simmering to a boil inside your chest as a raging fire begins to burn inside your soul and before you know it your hand is colliding with Kevin’s cheek. The sound of the slap echos in your ears as you freeze, feeling the heat on your palm as you look at him with wide eyes, realising too late what you just did.

Kevin's jaw clenches as the hot sensation of your hand smacking across his face takes him by surprise. His hand flies to his cheek, as he stares at you in shock, before the rage and anger begin to bubble in his chest.

In the blink of an eye, he shoves you hard into the balcony railing, pushing you backwards until your back slams up against it. Kevin quickly places him hands on your shoulders as he leans in close, his facial expression now one of anger and rage rather than his former playful flirting.

You quiver as you grip the edge of the rail tightly with both my hands, rationality told you he wouldn't push you over the edge yet your heart was pounding fiercely in your chest as the fear rose inside you, leaving you trembling.

Your dilated pupils were transfixed on Kevin's that glared at you with a glimmer of evil from under his dark brows that left you questioning what he was actually capable of.

"You hit me," Kevin says, his voice sounding dangerously calm and eerily restrained.

"You just hit me, you stupid little whore." His hands tighten around your shoulders, squeezing hard enough to cause pain as he lets his rage take over, the playful flirting of moments ago gone. Now, all you see is just a cold, raging set of eyes glaring down at you as he keeps you pinned against the railing.

"I- I'm..." you pant heavily, feeling a cold sweat began to gather on your brow from the unbridled fear coursing through your veins, pumped by your ferocious heartbeat that feels as though it's lodged in your throat while you white knuckle the railing.

Before you can manage to utter an apology in an attempt to appease Kevin, a couple step out onto the balcony, snapping Kevin out of his rage filled trance as he steps back, releasing his bruising grip on you.

You immediately feel the tension leave your body, but you keep your grip fast on the rail, feeling as though your legs are about to give way from beneath you.

Kevin’s eye flicker towards the couple that just stepped out onto the balcony. There's a brief moment of relief, then he quickly composes himself, hiding his fury behind a polite smile.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson! How lovely to see you," Kevin greets the couple, his voice smooth and polished.

"Let's get back inside, Y/N," he says, his voice still pleasant and controlled, even as his gaze never leaves the newly arrived couple.

Taking your hand, he leads you back into the party, maintaining his composed demeanour as he says his goodbyes and excuses you both from the gala.

His grip on your hand remains firm as he leads you out of the venue and towards the limousine waiting outside to take you both back to his hotel.

Ever since the incident on the balcony, your heartbeat has not slowed down and you feel as though it’s about it’s about to jump out your throat at any moment as you sit silently beside Kevin in the back of the car.

Kevin’s eyes watch every single movement you make, as he waits patiently for you to speak first - which he knows you won’t.

“Why did you hit me?”

“Why do you think?” you snap back at him with a heated glare, astonished that he even needs to ask. “You were being disrespectful and degrading towards me.”

“So you hit me?” Kevin says bluntly, his voice now laced with something between anger, annoyance, and slight amusement.

“You felt belittled, is that it? Is that what triggered your childish impulse to physically strike me? You’re a grown woman, yet you behave like a toddler who hasn’t learnt how to control her emotions yet.”

“You can talk! You were practically about to throw me over the edge of the balcony. I don’t even want to imagine what might’ve happened had that couple not stepped out right at that moment.” you call out his own lack of control.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I wasn’t going to throw you over the edge.” he replies, his tone cold and blunt.

“All I was going to do was teach you a lesson. Remind you that there are consequences for your childish actions when you hit someone. A lesson your mother clearly forgot to teach you.” Kevin replies, his words clearly designed to provoke you.

“Too bad my mother wasn’t around to teach me that one.” you sigh bitterly with a huff through your nose while your eyes glaze with tears that you refuse to let fall.

“Ahh, so now it all makes sense.” Kevin says mockingly, before he rolls his eyes. “That would explain the trashy, cheap attitude. The lack of manners. The inability to act your age and the desire to sleep with anything with a pulse.”

“If you think I’m such trash why’d you take me to that gala tonight? Why are you paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend? You can’t get a woman to stick around for free?” you fix him with a challenging glare.

Kevin's jaw clenches in the presence of your challenging stare. He's used to intimidating people, and he's not used to being stared down so boldly.

However, he remains composed and calm, even though tension is clearly running beneath the surface.

"I thought I'd give you a chance. I thought there was a chance that I could fix you. I could turn someone as cheap, trashy, and low class as you into a respectable woman. Someone who could hold my arm proudly and be worthy of attending such events with me."

"Well if this is what your life is like I couldn’t think of anything more hellish. It's no wonder your wife killed herself!” you vomit the words out before you can control them and as soon as they leave you tongue your hand slams over your own mouth, wishing you could reel them back in.

A flash of raw, unfiltered rage flares in Kevin's eyes, his hands clenching into fists as he processes what you've just said.

There's a tense moment of silence as his thoughts run rampant, fighting for grip on his emotions. His face is contorted with anger as his jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together angrily.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that," he says lowly, taking a deep breath as he tries to regain his composure.

"I'm sorry." you immediately apologise, your eyes filling with regret and sincerity as your anger dissipates while looking at him. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"Damn right you shouldn't have." Kevin's tone remains harsh, and it's clear that the words still sting, despite trying his best to maintain his composed front.

"You're damned lucky I'm restraining myself right now and just reminding you that you've crossed a line. Now, be quiet so I can think about how I'm going to punish you."

You fall silent for the rest of the drive back to the hotel, keeping your eyes focused on the world outside as you drive by. It's not long until the limousine pulls up in front of the hotel lobby and the silence between the pair of you remains like a suffocating blanket as you ride the elevator together.

The tension is palpable as you arrive at the penthouse suite. With the door slamming shut behind you, Kevin turns to face you, his expression still full of simmering anger.

"Strip," he commands, pointing at you with a sharp jerk of his chin.

His eyes are like ice, and there's no mistaking the seriousness of his command. This punishment is just getting started, and it seems like you're only just beginning to understand the extent of his wrath.

Silently, you unzip the dress, letting gravity do the rest as it slips easily from your body to the plush carpet where you step out of it, leaving you wearing only your high heels, black lace lingerie and the dazzling necklace that still sits heavily against your collarbones.

Kevin's eyes narrow as he looks you over, taking in your figure in the black lingerie and the expensive necklace. His lips twist into a smirk, and he takes a step closer to you. His fingers reach out to gently trace the strap of your lacy bra before he tugs on it until it snaps back against your shoulder, making you jolt slightly.

“This too…” he only chuckles darkly at your flinch as he begins to circle around you as your trembling fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra.

“And these…” he adds with a harsh slap to your ass right over the fabric of your panties.

By the time he circles back around to your front, you’ve managed to discard your lingerie and his eyes are slowly trailing the length of your exposed body with a hum of approval.

“This…” Kevin tugs on the heavy necklace with a single finger, adding extra strain to your already aching neck. “…stays on.”

You part your lips, a protest on the tip of your tongue but before you can utter a single word, Kevin silences you with a single glare.

“You’ve ran your mouth enough for one night.” he speaks sharply with a commanding tone, leaving no doubt about who is in charge. “I pay you to do two things with it and neither of them involve talking. I don’t want to hear another word from you for the rest of the night unless it’s ‘yes, sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you answer without hesitation.

“On your knees.” Kevin orders as he takes a step back and watches you sink to your knees on the plush carpet.

“I’m sure you don’t need instructions for the rest. You’re a professional, right?” he taunts you with a shit eating grin and you react to it with a glare as you look up at him but you stifle your quips, biting your tongue as your fingers work to undo his belt.

The buckle rattles as you unbutton his trousers and Kevin’s large hands find purchase in your hair. You’re met with the sight of his straight and rigid erection as it springs free from his boxers and stands to attention.

With your tongue, you kitten lick the salty pre-come dripping from his reddened tip before you wrap your eager lips around it. Kevin’s hands instantly tighten their grip against your scalp, keeping you held in place as he begins to set the place with his own thrusts into your warm mouth.

As you look up at him through your eyelashes, he gives a rough thrust of his hips until the blunt tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water as you instinctively try to pull your head back but his grip in your hair remains fast.

Kevin growls, feeling the constriction of your throat fluttering around his tip as he continues to push your limits with his forceful and steady pace with his eyes trained on the tears that drip from the corners of your watery eyes as you choke and fight the urge to gag.

“C’mon, baby. I thought you’d be used to choking on cocks by now.” Kevin’s voice strains with each thrust, the sound of pleasure influencing his breathy tone. “Is this one just too big for you, huh?”

He continues to thrust hard and fast, his grip on your hair unrelenting, as he watches you struggle with his size. The noise of your gagging and whimpering only fuels his desire, making him harder with each passing second.

“Maybe next time, you’ll remember to keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself.” Kevin punctuates each word with a forceful thrust, speaking through clenched teeth as he nears his climax.

Kevin's thrusts become more frantic, his breaths growing ragged as he nears his climax. The tears streaming down your face only serve to heighten his arousal, the sight of your pain and humiliation driving him closer to the edge.

"Swallow every drop, you ungrateful slut," he growls, his thrusts become more frantic and his breath grows ragged as his release creeps up on him.

With one final, powerful surge, burying himself deep in the back of your throat, he comes. His release fills your mouth and spills from the corners of your lips.

You cough and splutter as he finally slips out of your mouth with a trail of spit and come connecting from your lips to the tip of his softening cock before it drips down your chin and neck.

You’re panting heavily from your swollen lips, with a flushed face that’s covered with a mixture of sweat, tears, spit and come and your styled hair is ruined from Kevin’s forceful grip on it.

"Goddamn, you're a mess. Clean yourself up." he mutters as his gaze trails over your disheveled appearance with a look of disregard for your state as he walks past you, adjusting himself in his trousers while making his way to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.

"And next time, you’ll think twice before my wife’s name leaves your dirty mouth again.” you hear him shout over your shoulder.

⋆｡°✩ note: this is the first time I have written anything quite like this so I was kinda nervous. I hope it was enjoyable to read. Every reblog and comment is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!

#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #my fics

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: I'm so excited that we'll have new Kendall Succession content soon! Thank you so much for this request, I think being Kendall's trophy wife would be a whole ass job but so worth it 😅 Also writing about leaving a shitty job felt very cathartic as I am going through something similar at the moment, so I am very grateful for this request, obsessed with your description of throwing your feminist card away for this, and apologies for all the projecting!💓

Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Smut)

You were good at your job. Great in fact. No matter what your 1,000-year old boss said when he forgot his password and blamed it on you. No matter how many times you were ahead of schedule on a project and then the deadline got moved. No matter how many times you had to lock yourself in a bathroom stall just to take a few deep breaths alone so you weren't crying at your desk. You were good at your job. But was it worth it?

You'd worked hard to rise through your industry until you started to really see the benefits of being close to the top, but the heavy responsibilities and long nights and constant demands had started taking a toll right around the time you met Kendall. Kendall whose job was somehow even more demanding than yours, and who needed all the support you could offer him every waking moment, clinging to your kindness like it was the first he was ever shown. It was easy to see Kendall was smitten from the first day, never hiding his efforts to spend time with you, showering you with gifts and invitations to be on his arm at what seemed like every major event in the world. It was exhausting balancing late night galas with your job, and trying to be there for Kendall when his family got too much and he needed to retreat to the safe harbour of your arms. You could feel yourself getting more and more worn out as your relationship developed, with Kendall always offering to sit out events for a quiet night in, despite how much you both loved the excuse to don a designer dress and spend the night laughing together, hand locked in his no matter what.

You didn't wake up until a least your third alarm that Monday, the bright light trickling through a gap in the long velvet curtains making you wish you could hide under the duvet forever.

"Is that your alarm babe? You can't seriously have to be up for work already?" Groaned Kendall beside you, reaching out to wrap his arm over your stomach, covered only by a t-shirt he'd loaned you on your first sleepover and never got back, as he silenced the beeping beside you.

"I can lie here for five more minutes and then I've got to get ready." You sighed wearily, setting the deadline for yourself, ignoring the cloud of dread hanging over you at the thought of another day in that awful office.

"Just don't go, you hate it there, and you always come home bummed out afterwards. Just stay in bed with me forever." Kendall argued, rising up on his elbows and shifting until his face hovered an inch from yours, soft smile breaking down your defenses with lightning speed.

"I can't just not go Kendall, it's my job." You sighed, gracing him with a soft kiss before gathering all your strength to drag yourself out from under his slim build.

"You don't need a job gorgeous, especially not a job you don't like. You should quit and then we'd get to spend more time together." You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, until you focused on his face again, completely serious about his proposal.

"Kendall I can't just quit and hang out with you all day." You could feel your heart sink at your own words, the option presented to you so much more enticing than the day you had ahead of you. As you moved to sit up Kendall let his weight keep you in place, shaking his head at your attempted escape.

"Hey I still have four minutes left to make my case!" His voice was hoarse first thing in the morning and as his lips fell to yours again you could feel your resolve softening,

"Okay, you can try and convince me." You let your head fall back against the pillow as Kendall shifted his body completely over yours, lips gently marking a journey over your throat as he spoke,

"First, most people have a job to make money, and you don't ever need to worry about money again because we have more than enough together." His kisses trailed down towards your shoulder, feeling the subtle shift of your hips under him as your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. "Also, I miss you when you're at work, and that's no fun for me." You missed the playful glint in his eye as he spoke, softly landing one hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles across the sensitive skin with his fingertips as they climbed.

"Kendall, I - " You thought about protesting, but his lips cut you off as you spoke, continuing his thoughtful plea,

"Number three, the idiots you work with don't respect you. But I respect every part of you, and every one of your needs." His warm palm pressed into your thigh, shifting your legs apart slightly, smiling with devilish glee as you let him do it. "Working there makes you unhappy, and you should never have to do anything that makes you feel bad. I only ever want you to feel good." You could feel your excitement building with anticipation as his hand slowly climbed towards your centre, body twitching against his as his fingers brushed over the soft fabric of your underwear. Dipping his head to your stomach, his hands tugged at the worn shirt until it was bunched up at your shoulders, your chest exposed for his trailing lips to explore as he spoke,

"We have a lot more fun here than you do at work right?" He asked teasingly as his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, drinking in your breathy sigh as you nodded and hummed in agreement, lifting your hips to help him remove the barrier stopping him from accessing all of you.

"Good girl," he cooed as his fingers traced over your slit, moving teasingly slowly as his lips peppered your chest with kisses, tongue darting over your nipples until they hardened at his touch.

"You're also way too sexy to have an office job, you should let someone who couldn't just lie in bed naked all day have your job, as like, a public service." You could feel him grin against your skin as he spoke, easing his fingers between your folds and feeling your warm slick welcome him.

"Mmm, see, it's not fair for you to ever leave me here alone when you're clearly made for me to touch." You watched through hooded eyes as he withdrew his fingers slowly and brought them to his lips, "and taste," he added before dropping his hand back to your entrance, pumping his hand between your thighs and feeling your chest rise and fall against his hungry lips.

"Kendall, please." You sighed out at his gentle touch, needing more as frustration began to build in your aching core.

"Final reason, number I lost fucking count because there are so many reasons - I need you too much. I need you every morning, and every night, and every bullshit event, and every good day and every bad day okay? I need you all the time." The burning intensity in his gaze as he spoke had you squirming at his touch, the pounding of your heart echoing in your swimming head as he kissed a path down over your stomach, face hovering just above where you craved him most. His hand stilled against your dripping slit, breath teasingly close to your tingling clit. "So should I stop and let you go to work? Or do you want to stay here with me?" A smug smile spread across his face as you replied, almost begging,

"I'll stay Kendall, please!" Satisfied with your answer his fingers dipped inside you again, faster this time, brushing against your walls as his tongue lapped at your neglected clit, quickly building the pressure inside again.

"You're going to quit your job?" He almost commanded the question, rewarding each nod of your head with a wet kiss on your sensitive bud.

"You're going to let me take care of you?" You could feel the brush of his cheek on your inner thigh as he smiled at the question, your 'yes' coming out as a moan as you felt yourself grow closer and closer to release, the excitement in your core bubbling up to its boiling point.

"You're going to be my gorgeous, loving, trophy wife?" His eyes seemed to sparkle at the word wife, full of warmth and hope with the thought of having you by his side for the rest of his life.

"Yes Kendall!" Your voice caught on his name as your thighs began to shake, his tongue frantically lapping at your clit at the pressure inside you finally snapped, clenching down on his fingers and trembling under him.

"Good girl." He purred as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of you, fingers working until your soft form finally stilled, hands finding his face and pulling him into a hungry kiss. Wrapping your arms over his neck you pulled him tight against your lips, letting your tongue drink in your own taste, body on fire with sensitivity after your start to the day. Finally you let your brain catch up with the agreement you'd made in exchange for pleasure, interrupting Kendall's eager kisses with a reminder of reality,

"I still have to give two weeks notice." You sighed, laughing as Kendall shook his head vigorously at the suggestion,

"No way, I'll just hire a model to pretend to be you at the office for the next two weeks. Done, problem solved," looking very proud of himself at the suggestion.

"Why a model?" You laughed, realising you weren't getting out of this bed for any reason today if Kendall was getting his way.

"Fuck off, have you seen you?!" He grinned at your flattered smile as you pulled his lips back against yours, only to feel his hands start wandering again, "Actually, I could do with seeing even more of you."

It's safe to say anytime you thought about getting a job outside of supportingt Kendall, he would remind you exactly why you agreed to be his, full-time.

#fanfiction #writing #one shot #requests #kendall succession #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #succession imagine #succession hbo #succession

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aheathen-conceivably · 7 months

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By the time the sun had fully risen, Josephine and Zelda were in Violette’s new room helping her to unpack all of her toys and dresses. The room was already outfitted with a small bed, dresser, and a dollhouse that was just like the one Violette had in New Orleans.

Violette was enchanted by it all, but most of all by the ornate Victorian dollhouse. She scurried about the room looking for her favorite dolls to unpack, her olive eyes shining as she tucked each one into the outfitted rooms rather than notice the peeling wallpaper or her aunt’s intermittent bouts of distraction.

Her own trepidations about the move had long been allayed by her mother and aunt’s reassurances that this was a land of magic. The Land of Enchantment, they had told her, the place where all her dreams could come true. How much of their hope and optimism was feigned for her sake as well as their own on that day, she was still too young to decipher.

Outside the window, Antoine was sitting with Gio on a truck that he had bought when he first moved out that way, smoking and watching the occasional Ford pass by the road that ran in front of their farmhouse.

“So when you said find work, I should have known, I should have asked…stupid. Stupid and hopeful.”

Gio beat a pack of cigarettes between his hands, holding it out to Antoine as he spoke, “Not stupid, old sport. If I’m being honest, I should have spent the extra cents to tell you more, but part of me feared if you knew the whole truth none of you would come. Especially Jo. Just, don’t tell her about any of this, alright? It’s not like I’m trying to trick her or anything, I just know what it’s about to be like in New Orleans. A city full of dock workers with no goods? No jobs to be found and no food to grow? I’m only trying to make sure we’re safe, me and her and all of you. But I fear she won’t see it that way.”

For a moment Antoine’s anger rose for his sister, dragged out here away from her home not only by Giorgio, but by him too. He had seen her hesitation when he had first contacted Gio, but had told himself that they had few other options. Now, knowing that they had to sustain a lie just to keep her here was almost enough to make him turn around and pack his bags.

Then he thought of the way she had reacted when she had seen Giorgio yesterday, and how her own pride trumped even his own. He knew that Gio was right, that there was nothing left for them in New Orleans. But most of all he knew that Josephine would never have accepted his help willingly, and she would see his actions as a way to control her; then she would run, no matter how much she loved him.

But more than anything, Antoine remembered the last time he had left her alone and the means she had resorted to to survive. How could he protect her if she ran, if they had nowhere left to go? He looked toward the house where she was now playing with Violette, together with her family. Happy. Safe.

He quelled the protective anger growing in his chest and looked back at Giorgio, “But what about money, Gio? What about food?”

Gio took a long drag and a sharp intake of breath, “I tried for years old sport, years. I can get it to grow but it always dies before it fruits. I’ve been trading for goods and taking odd jobs, but they’re harder to find every damn day. We need to grow at least enough to eat. Enough to ensure that if the work dries up the land will give us something.”

He stared at his lit cigarette for a while before he threw it onto the ground, the dry sand immediately engulfing the remaining embers, “And if I’m being honest, I’ve got reason to believe the time’s comin’ soon. There’s migrants passing through here, Antoine, makin’ me think it’s about to get a whole lot worse. Okies, they call them. This whole business, it’s turned into a shitstorm. The farm prices tanked only months after I got here and now the land is worth less than I paid for it and the farmhouse combined. I managed to see it coming and take out a loan on it before it got too bad though, enough cash to get us through a few years. But we’ve got to move fast, make sure we’re secured before things really go south.”

Must find work, he had written. Antoine threw his lit cigarette on the ground next to Giorgio’s; now it all made sense. He had brought his family on board a sinking ship.

#1930 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #the darlingtons #1930s #zelda darlington #josephine duplanchier #violette darlington #antoine duplanchier #giorgio mistretta

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fireheartwraith · 7 months

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I feel like I should explain ENEM, aka why the brazilians have been grieving since the date of the november 4th event was announced

ENEM stands for Exame Nacional do Ensino Médio (National High School Exam). It happens once a year since 1998, and, although at first it was just to gage how the education was on a national level, it soon became a gateway to university.

The test takes place on two days (that are now two consecutive sundays), from 13:30 to 19:00, and each day the student has to answer 90 questions. The first day is always human sciences and languages (Portuguese language and literature, foreign language (English or Spanish), history, geography, sociology, and philosophy) plus an essay. Nobody knows what the essay is about until the moment of the exam, so there’s always a lot of speculation. The theme is always about a social issue: last year's, for exemple, was "the challenges for the appreciation/respect of the traditional communities and peoples of Brazil", like the quilombolas and natives. The second day tests the students' knowledge on maths and exact sciences (biology, physics, and chemistry).

ENEM is famously a very "read-y" test. Every question requires a lot of reading comprehension, interpretation, and interdisciplinarity. Maybe the internet has done americans wrong, but the SAT's look so easy in comparison. We always make fun of them by saying Harvard it's not actually hard, it's just expensive.

Which brings me to my next point: college! The grade you get on the ENEM can get you into a university using three different programs

SISU: gets you into a public (and free) university (the best university in the country is public btw, University of São Paulo - USP)

PROUNI: gets you a scholarship in a private university (it can get you a 100% scholarship but you need a VERY good grade)

FIES: student loans

And, obviously, the better your grades, the better your chances. You are graded from 0 to 1000 in every subject and also get a general grade. So if you want to study physics, you don’t need to do great in literature, but you should still try to get a decent grade. The more competitive courses, like medicine (there's no such thing was pre-med), can get down to the decimals, especially in prestigious schools.

ENEM isn't the only test you can do to get into a university, though! Some schools have their own test. USP, for exemple, has the FUVEST, so you can get in through either test, but FUVEST is always paid and you can only do it in, like, three cities in São Paulo, while the ENEM happens countrywide, which is why it's so important. The tests are called "vestibular" and the people taking them are "vestibulando".

Therefore, most 3rd year high school students take the test. It's basically a rule to do it if you want to get into a university, but if you are not on your last year of high school, you have to pay to take it (my case). Some people have to go to another city to take the test, it's a whole thing.

This year, the first day of ENEM is happening on Sunday, November 5th. And QSMP's most important event so far is happening on Saturday night, November 4th. May the Lord have mercy on our souls

You can check out the "atrasados do enem" for some giggles though. It's the "event" that happens because some people always arrive after the gates close at 13:00 and then break down crying in the middle of the street. It got so famous people started hiring actors to pose as vestibulandos just to go viral.

Now you know a bit more about brazilian culture!

Here's a link to download last year's exam if you want: first day | second day

#qsmp #qsmp event #brasil #brazil #brazilian culture #cultura brasileira #enem #brazil: putting ENEM in enemies since 1998 #high school #university

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brabblesblog · 5 months

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Ch 4: I sought whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

Astarion has finally found where his consort has gone to, and attempts to bring her back.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

“For what it’s worth, you did the right thing.”

Gale’s voice startled Ban as she sat at the desk of the room he’d graciously loaned her, furiously trying to wipe her tears. He’d walked in at an inconvenient moment, a common occurrence for him. Gale took a seat nearby, reaching out to place a hand over hers. He found her hand a bit damp, but he didn't mind.

It had been a tenday since she’d fled the Ascendant’s clutches, ten days since she had last seen his face. She’d thought it would be easy, forgetting her captor. But he had also been her beloved, and in his absence she found it easier and easier to excuse his misdeeds and only miss the good.

She hated herself for that.

“I miss him,” she said, voice rough from weeping. “I shouldn’t. I should be enjoying my time here, planning for my future - anything.”

Anything, other than thinking of him, of longing for someone who no longer existed.

“I’m sorry, Gale. I’ve been a terrible guest.” She stood, about to start pacing the now well-trodden path she frequently followed in this room.

Gale didn’t offer any false platitudes. Instead, he reached out to squeeze her hand. “It’s not your fault. It never was. In the end, ascending was his decision to make, quite like how it’s also his decision to be whatever he is right now.”

If she had put in more work, done better in talking him down, perhaps things would've been different. He had been so afraid and lost; he’d needed her guidance and she had failed. But Ban also knew she wouldn’t have had the heart to deprive him of the ritual’s gifts. Her feelings about it hadn’t been worth him giving up everything he stood to gain. And so, with only a brief effort to dissuade him, she’d helped him when he’d needed it.

That train of thought brought forth a fresh wave of tears. Instinctively she reached out for Gale, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, where the orb once was. For a moment, she imagined being back in Astarion’s arms. Her Astarion, with his cold hands and a heart that beat a little too slow.

Gale’s warmth was a far cry from that, but the comfort he provided was still very welcome and much needed. He wrapped his arms around her, his voice quiet and full of an emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I’m sorry, Ban. Had I known this would be how you and Astarion would end up… I don’t know.”

Maybe I’d have tried harder to be the one for you, he thought. It wasn’t the right time to say it. It might never be. But he’d be there in any capacity she needed him to be, regardless.

“You’d what?” she said. “There was nothing to be done. No one can see the future - even you, Gale. It is what it is. I just have to move on.”

At first, there had been some worry about Astarion showing up and dragging her back. A quick visit to Elminster and a favor had addressed that issue. Gale now had wards placed around his tower and around Ban herself, preventing the Ascendant from making contact without permission.

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. In the warm firelight he looked rather handsome, and his brown eyes widened as they both realized just how close their bodies were.

They’d spent most of these past ten days together. Gale had been keeping her company and showing her around Waterdeep. Ten days that had in all honesty been wonderful, that were very reminiscent of the early days of their adventure, days when Ban had spent more time with Gale while her budding romance with Astarion was in its infancy. Gale had told her then that he felt something for her, but she had chosen the vampire instead.

For a moment, in the height of her misery and loneliness, she wondered how Gale’s lips would taste. She swallowed down her despair and threw caution to the wind, leaning in.

The kiss was soft, hesitant… and different. She felt Gale’s breathing pick up, his beard tickling her as he deepened the kiss. He felt like warmth and kindness and safety, and she tightened her hold around him in welcome.

Gale broke the kiss, his pupils dilated and his chest heaving.

“I- I don’t think this would be a wise move,” he began, “but I don’t mind that as much as I would like to.”

He reached for her again, but she shied away.

“You’re right. It wouldn’t be fair to you. I don’t think I can ever give you what you really want, Gale. Even back then.” Since meeting Astarion, she had never felt anything for another.

Gale’s face darkened a little. “I understand. But Halsin-"

Ban shook her head. “Halsin understood and accepted that I could only give so much. Could you?”

The wizard bit his lip. On the one hand, he wanted to say yes, and damn the consequences. On the other…

“You know me too well,” he said, smiling sadly. “However, if your heart does find itself having room in the future, please do think of me.”

Ban laughed bitterly. An image of Astarion swam in her mind, that shocked and stunned expression he’d made when she’d told him she had chosen him over Gale. The utter disbelief on his face, melting into surprise and pleasure when he’d realized she’d meant what she’d said. She shoved the vision away. Even now, after everything that had happened since the rite, she’d chosen that damned vampire again.

“You already have a place in my heart, Gale,” she said carefully. “Just not the piece you want. In the future, that may change; but right now I cannot give you that which is still tangled in another’s.”

He nodded, resigned. “For now, that is satisfactory.” He looked away, taking in the room he was letting her stay in, the rows of books lending it a cozy, homely atmosphere. “I shall turn in for the evening, then. You’re always welcome to knock on my door if you need to.” He gathered some courage, enough to press another quick, chaste kiss on her lips, and left her in silence.

The nights were never easy, and when she finally laid down, she found the bed too empty and sleep difficult to achieve.

The next morning, Ban was woken up by a commotion, seemingly coming from right outside her window. She could hear a loud bang every few minutes - a sound very reminiscent of the one the statue of Shar had emitted whenever someone stepped too close and triggered the wards around it. She opened her eyes to see dawn had barely broken, sunlight streaming through the windows. It took a moment for her thoughts to sink in.

Her eyes widened at the realization. The wards.

“Ban!” the Ascendant called out the moment he saw her peek out through the open window.

He stood outside his carriage, an ornate monstrosity of black and gold. With him were a number of summons, both werewolves and skeletons, which he had apparently been attempting to send through the wards to no avail. After another failed attempt, he crossed his arms and glared up at her.

“Hello, you ingrate. Are you truly going to stay cooped up in there forever, Ban? I can wait just as long!” He strode forward, pausing to take a cursory, disdainful look at the tower. “And here I was thinking you hated being stuck in one place. At least the palace has better ambience than this dump.”

Ban sighed. She had to admit he looked glorious in the morning sun; the rays caressed his silver curls, making them appear to sparkle in the light. His eyes were sharp and intense, equal parts anger and another emotion she couldn’t quite place. He was dressed in his red and black doublet, the one he knew to be her favorite. She decided she liked him like this: at her mercy, for once.

“I’m surprised you’re here, Astarion. I had thought you would just find some other bride,” she bit out, relishing the way his eyes widened in surprise at her choice of words. He bared his fangs, realizing that she now knew the truth.

“No one else would do,” he retorted, recovering his composure and slipping back into his usual confident demeanor. “You of all people ought to know that. Now. Let me in.”

She shook her head. “Sorry, you’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”

The Ascendant growled, then barked an order for his minions to step back. If they couldn’t, perhaps he could. He approached the invisible barrier, hands reaching out to it slowly.

One loud bang later and he was on his ass, hair and clothes disheveled, staring in shock at the tower. He made another attempt as a bat, only to be sent flying. An attempt as a cloud of mist ended similarly.

He changed back, angrily trying to comb his hair and smooth his clothes back into place.

“I see Gale’s skills have improved somewhat,” he grumbled.

“A little gift from Elminster, actually,” Gale answered, greeting the Ascendant from the doors of the tower. They stared at each other, not six paces apart, separated by the invisible barrier.

Astarion seethed. “Happy now, Gale? Happy you’ve stolen her, when you never could before?”

Gale shook his head. “I have done no such thing. You pushed her away yourself. You needn’t any help from me in that regard.”

For a moment, Astarion was feral. He bared his fangs and he tensed as if to pounce at the wizard, stopping a hairsbreadth away when he remembered the barrier. As he collected himself, he saw Ban approach; she stopped beside Gale, watching him.

“What do you want, my lord?” Her voice was dry, face affecting a bored expression.

“You. Back home with me.” His answer was instantaneous. Pacing back and forth, much like a predator toying with its cornered prey, he smiled. “I’m not leaving, pet, until you come back with me. And I have all the time in the world.”

Ban considered this, recognizing it wasn’t an empty threat - he could very well set up camp at the gate of this tower, trapping them all inside. This was a stalemate she could not allow to drag on, for Gale’s sake. She sighed and whispered to Gale, who nodded.

“Fine. I will at least allow you into the tower. We can talk. But." She smiled back at him, and it was a cold thing. "I have the same spell around me as this tower does. You cannot touch me. You are also not allowed to harm anyone else.”

She drew herself up, trying to appear as confident as she wished she felt. “Is that agreeable to you?”

Astarion clenched his fist. He wanted to fight back but knew it was a lost cause. “Agreed. Now let me in,” he hissed.

Gale waved his hand, and there was a soft hum as the barrier disappeared. “Only you, Astarion. No ghouls,” he added.

Glowering darkly, the Ascendant acquiesced, following Ban and Gale into the tower.

Ban sat opposite Astarion, hands fidgeting in her lap. Gale had left them to talk in her room; now that she was alone with him again she felt oddly glad of it.

Astarion let out a small sigh, looking as though this was just one more errand he had to do. He’d accepted the offer of tea from Gale; his crimson eyes peered indifferently at her over the rim of his cup as he sipped.

“What will get you to come back?” He almost sounded bored.

“Definitely not that tone,” she snapped, irritated despite herself. Did he expect her to simply fold?

He crossed his legs, watching her a little more intently now. His face betrayed none of his inner turmoil.

“What can I give you, then, to make you want to be with me again?” That sounded better, he hoped.

“Your old self.”

He seethed, lips curling into a smile that was all teeth. “What old self, Ban? I’m still me. I’m still the Astarion you love.”

She laughed at that. “You’re right. I studied everything I could get my hands on, for a while. I even asked Gale to look into it. I tried to understand why you’re so different. I thought the rite destroyed your soul.” She shook her head. “But no. You’re you, just worse.”

Astarion bristled. Worse? When he’d become the most powerful vampire to ever exist? “I was weak! I was worth nothing. Why would you want that over this?” He gestured to himself, as if to remind her of what exactly she stood to lose. “I can give you the world - have been giving you everything!”

“Give it to someone else. I need the Astarion I fell in love with. Not you. Not the riches or the power or whatever other trinkets you offer.”

He felt his anger rise, and felt the urge to shout, maybe even lunge at her. But he quelled the impulse long enough to think: Would his anger help anything? Would screaming and threatening her work, when he couldn’t even lay a hand on her? He weighed his options and decided to remain civil until a better solution presented itself.

“I was pathetic,” he intoned. “Worth nothing. You can’t possibly want that. I’m better now. Don’t you want that for me? For you?” He made an attempt to widen his eyes, to appear more vulnerable.

She was not convinced. “I let it happen for you,” Ban said, averting her eyes as she revealed her shame. “Personally? I would have preferred you to stay the way you were; it would have meant that you would still love me the way you used to, would let me love you the way you used to. But that’s a selfish thought, and it’s far too late for regrets.”

She locked eyes with him. “You were everything I wanted, Astarion. Now none of that man remains.”

She wouldn’t admit to him that at times, that man still shone through, that she still saw glimpses of him within the Ascendant. To admit that would give him an advantage, a carrot to dangle in front of her. He’d tell her to wait, to be patient, to allow him time to let his walls down. Would he even mean it? She doubted it, but she was almost sure she’d acquiesce if he pleaded. The ability to resist his vulnerability was never a skill she had possessed.

He stared at her for a long, tense moment. “The man of your dreams, the hope of him, is your own worst enemy. That… spawn… is gone. I am he, and he is me. Except I’m more.” He set his teacup down on the side table and leaned forward, slowly encroaching on Ban’s space.

“Don’t you dare speak ill of who you were,” Ban snapped, her temper getting the better of her. “I have let that happen again and again. I’ve had enough.” She glared at the Ascendant, at the man her treacherous heart still loved. “You may be more now, but you are also so much less - in all the ways I need. You were more than enough before, and this version of you could never even come close to the man you were.”

Astarion seethed anew. He instinctively lifted a hand to grab hers, to tell her that he was all that he’d ever wanted to be and more. Better. Why couldn’t she understand that? Why couldn’t she simply accept all he has to give, accept that he was doing all this for both of them? What was a little less freedom in exchange for everything else? He wasn’t his master, he wasn’t out to hurt her.

But as his hand came close to her skin the wards responded, and he was sent flying back with a loud bang, the chair he'd been sitting on broken into pieces behind him.

He groaned a little as he got up from the floor, his fury renewed at the indignity, but he quickly forced himself to calm. His body hurt and he tried not to wince; powerful as he was, he wasn’t invulnerable. Astarion waited a moment for his breathing to settle. When he spoke again, his voice was more level and seemingly more resigned.

“If you cannot accept who I am now, so be it.” He kept the facade up, refusing to let himself show any sign of sorrow, especially when he felt it as keenly as a dagger in the heart.

“I can find another you in a lifetime; probably in less time than that.” This was a lie, but he forced it out, needing to keep a shred of dignity.

“Then you’ll end our bond? You’ll end this miserable connection we have?” Ban said this with a mixture of relief, hope, and to her shock, dismay.

His eyes widened. “How did you- oh. Gale’s told you, hasn’t he? Is he to be my replacement? He’s always wanted you, even back then.”

He smirked. “He won’t be half the man I am, pet - you know that. Only I can fuck you the way you want to be fucked. Only I can make your body feel the things you so want to feel. Only me,” he drawled, taking a step towards her.

She didn’t take the bait, although the way his voice lowered made a pleasant shiver run down her spine.

“Just say it, Astarion. Will you break our bond, or will you not?”

The bond he’d created when he’d turned her into his vampiric spouse: the mental connection, the ability to feel when the other was in great pain. Gale had explained it all to her. Ending the bond required a simple ritual - but it required both hers and Astarion's consent.

He shook his head. “No. I won’t. I can’t even touch you, my treasure. What does it matter whether the bond exists or not?”

His voice lowered in pitch, the aggression slipping away. He tried to keep his anguish hidden when he spoke again but didn't quite succeed.

“Besides. If I break the bond, I’m not certain I can keep protecting you from the sun, or keep lending you my other gifts.”

This surprised Ban and she nodded, accepting his reasoning. “I suppose you’re right. Thank you, I guess. I expected you to take them back the moment you realized I’d left.”

Astarion shook his head. “Wouldn’t do to have my precious treasure burn in the sun,” he said sadly, and there it was again, that softness that made her want to rush back to his side.

He gave her some space, taking several steps back, and chose to be honest for once. Astarion figured it might win him back some grace and might make her think there was a chance for him to be what she wanted him to be.

“If none of my other words are worth anything to you, then at least remember this: I respect that you chose to leave.”

She looked up in shock.

“You were always worth more than just this,” he murmured. “I always felt that you were… degrading yourself, in a way, being my consort.” He looked away, as he always had in moments of vulnerability. “I did try, Ban. I tried with you, in the only way I know how.”

Try as he might to tell himself that he was doing this to manipulate her, the truth was far more complicated.

She shook her head, refusing to accept. “You never actually tried, Astarion. If you did, you’d be him again.”

He’s still in there. Just let me in. Just let your walls down. Let me love you.

She stared at him, eyes cold in spite of the thoughts that plagued her mind.

He weighed his words. This could be the final time they saw each other, if he played his cards wrong. Part of him refused that idea, rebelled against it, wanted to gnash his teeth and bite at her and force her back, dragging her if that was what it took. But the other half, the smarter half, told him to allow her this and bide his time. He’d always been good at manipulating her heart, right from the start. He could do it again.

What he’d never say, especially to himself, were the real reasons he was letting her have this. He saw that she wanted this, that she needed this, and all he’d ever wanted was her happiness. That her Astarion still existed, and he was letting her go, because he didn’t deserve her. He never had, but it had never been truer than now, when he had broken her.

“But I would have ruined your love, used your trust until you were nothing.” A small smirk crossed his features, but it came across as more melancholic than anything. “Better that be someone else’s fate than yours, darling.” He used her old nickname again, the smirk shifting into a wistful smile.

Ban softened a little at these words, glad he was finally showing some small sign of progress. She found that it hurt her too, to lose him, but she didn’t fear him knowing that.

“You’ve already ruined my love, Astarion. If you think you’ve spared me that fate, it’s too late.”

A small glimpse of the old Astarion was visible as the mask slipped. Ban saw him swallow and take a shaky breath, she could almost feel the knife twist in his heart until he stiffened up and recovered.

“Well. Better that it end now at least, than have it last for however much longer. I’ve divested myself of my former self. Maybe you’re the final attachment I need to let go of.” He dusted off his suit to give his hands something to do before meeting her gaze again. The longing in her eyes sent a sharp bolt of pain through his chest; for a moment - just a moment - he considered groveling on the floor for her love.

But that was beneath the Ascendant, and he always won out in the end. He straightened up.

“This is farewell, then, Ban,” he said, “I hope this is what you want.”

He walked away, then turned his head back towards her, reminding Ban of the first night he’d bitten her. When he had thanked her and gone to hunt.

“I’ll still always love you,” he whispered, and for those few seconds it was him.

Without another word, he was gone.