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[scarletttries]

You Were Romeo, I Was a Scarlet Letter (Roman Roy Succession Request)

(Part two of Romeo Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone)

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Mattson!Reader

Warnings: Some spoilers for the new season, angst and fluff.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who requested a part two to my Roman x Mattson! Reader fic! I hope you enjoy and there's still plenty of Succession requests in my inbox so more will be coming :) Also i'm going to do a special tumblr writing event soon so keep an eye out for that! 🥳

You Were Romey-o, I Was a Scarlett Letter

Since the night you and Roman had finally had your moment to be alone, you'd thought of little else. The way his lips felt pressed nervously against yours, the soft sighs he'd released as you showed him just how good you could make him feel, the longing in his gaze as his eyes lingered on you when the Mattson clan had all said goodbye to the Roy family, an obvious heartbreak glistening in them. It had been another long ten days waiting for the next time you'd even be in the same country, turning over every excuse you could think of to have the Waystar family flown over to Sweden for business. Luckily it seemed like Shiv Roy had a few ulterior motives that aligned with yours, jumping at the chance for the Roy siblings to fly over to Stockholm for the day, leaving you and Roman just one night to make up for lost time.

You felt like a teenager trying to concentrate in class despite being sat next to her crush as you zoned in and out of a presentation on share prices. The whole talk was clearly just some showy negotiation tactic you had no interest in, but watching Roman stare at the large glass window the occupied one wall of the conference room, just to catch slight glimpses of your reflection as the autumn sun set, that captured your full attention. Even from the other end of the table you could see the slight tightening in his cheek when he could finally detect your outline and couldn't fit the smile it brought him. You almost missed when the meeting finally drew to a close, Lukas asking to speak to Shiv for a moment after, and Kendall insisting he stay to 'keep in the loop', leaving you and Roman ample opportunity to slip into the elevator alone together, night air thick with anticipation as both your minds lingered on the last time you were in a confined space like this.

"Hi" Was the only thing Roman could think to say with a soft smile as he took one step to his left, landing close enough to you for your shoulders to bump gently.

"Mr Roy, why don't I give you a tour of Stockholm tonight? As our guest and future colleague." You plastered on your best customer-service smile as Roman furrowed his brow in your direction, watching your eyes gesture to the corner of the elevator exaggeratedly. Noticing the small blinking light he nodded, putting on his smarmiest voice to reply,

"You can just drop me off at any whorehouse or den of inequities and I'll be just fine thank you." Puffing out his chest, he wasted no time harging out of the elevator doors the moment they sprang apart. You had the fight back a laugh as you trailed him through the lobby, Roman stopping only to hold open doors for you before charging ahead again until you were outside in the cold and marching towards the rest of the city,

"This left Mr Roy." You said firmly, taking the lead now you were out in your element, waiting until you were out of sight of all the office cameras. Stopping abruptly you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him tightly against your chest and leaning forward to catch his lips off-guard. He almost crashed into you in his keenness to finally be himself with you, body pressing hard against you as he smiled against your lips, arms wrapping around your back as if he never wanted to let go again. It felt so right to be this close again, sharing your body heat in the cool evening breeze, the tip of his nose tracing the outline of yours with every eager kiss. Finally leaning back for a non-negotiable breath he sighed out sincerely,

"I'm enjoying the tour so far."

"Now we just need to find you a house and I've done my job." A cackle erupted through his throat at your course joke, happily following suit as you grabbed his hand and began to walk into the city, certain he would follow wherever you led him without limit. He watched as you confidently led him through winding streets and pointed out places you knew and loved. Roman wished he'd ever felt as at home anywhere, as you seemed to be right here with him.

"I don't usually bring guys to my favourite bar on a first date so count yourself lucky." Holding open a little red door you could have easily missed if you weren't looking for it, Roman ducked under your arm, taking in the deceptively big space.

"I don't remember agreeing to go on a date with you." He teased, watching you roll your eyes as you squeezed his hand softly, easing his reflex to wait, flinching for a punishment for talking back. "Are you sure no-one's going to put this on twitter, since we're, you know, fraternising enemies?" He asked, nervously eying each of the bar's patrons, trying to hide his genuine concern in his usual snarky demeanour.

"I don't remember agreeing to fraternise with you." He replied with a wink, " I promise, no-one here knows who we are." He feigned an offended gasp, clutching his chest as you dragged him towards the sparsely attended dance floor at the back of the room. You could tell his little scowling face was about to argue, so you silenced his concerns the best way you could; draping your arms over his shoulders and pulling his lips onto yours. Relaxing reluctantly his hands found your waist, gently swaying your hips against his as you both let yourself drift along to the electric pop playing quietly through tinny speakers.

You let your head fall to his shoulder and held him tight, his hands reciprocating in an embrace you clearly both needed. It had been a lot to be apart after just a couple of perfect nights; the niggling doubt that any of this was real, that you had a hope in hell of making something real, that your families and businesses weren't going to crumble around you with one slight touch. But for a brief moment you both felt an intense wave of comfort just from being there together, a perfect moment reminding you what this was all for. And though you both knew that right now you were in the eye of the storm, a temporary peace that would inevitably be shattered, you couldn't help but feel it would all be worth it.

In the weeks apart you had fantasised about everywhere you and Roman could spend your precious night together, deciding if just bringing him home and ripping off his clothes was the best thing you could do to cherish that connection. But being out, in public, dancing in a bar like two normal people without gravity bending expectations pressing down on your shoulders, it was more than what you worried might just be lust.

"This is lovely." You sighed out, a soft chuckle slipping out of Roman's lips as he nodded in agreement, clutching you against his chest as he buried his face in your neck, breathing the comforting scent of you in so deeply he hoped it might stay in his lungs more than for a mere moment if he just held his breath long enough.

"You know I don't like my family that much?" His voice was small and timid as he uttered the words just beside your ear, the implications clear to you both as you tried not to let your hopes fly up to high where Lukas could shoot them down.

"But they are your family. And Lukas is mine. So for now, this is all we get." You were resigned to your fate for as long as this deal would take, the solemn look in your eyes enough to make Roman's heart ache like you were still apart. He nodded and resumed his slow sway, hands never leaving you for a moment.

"Well, deal's don't take forever. And for now, this is pretty great. I can wait if you can."

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Author's note part two: I just wanted to say this part two was heavily inspired by the song WIRED by Jessica Leigh if anyone is interested in a musical recommendation from me!

[hunzzzzz]

HUNZ MASTERLIST

Succession

Kendall Roy

Lukas Mattson

Outerbanks

Rafe Cameron

Save me (Bsf!Rafe x Thornton OFC)

OBX TWEETS (SMAU)

[cozy-writer]

Miss you

Pairing: Aleksi kaunisvesi (Alex Mattson) x F!Reader

Wordcount: 200+

Summary: You and Aleksi both miss each other while he's on tour.

Masterlist

“Hey, baby.” Aleksi says as facetime connected you two. “Hey, love.” You say back. You were cuddled up on the couch, your favorite blanket covering your legs. Aleksi was sitting on the tour bus. You hated that he’d still be gone for a few more weeks, but had accepted it by now. You two had managed to stay in constant contact with each other through the months. 

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks out of nowhere. You look down, then back up at the screen. A sly smile appears on your face. “It might be. What about it?” “Nothing, it looks good on you.” You sigh as you look down at the item once more. “It still smells like you.” You say as you blush a little, ashamed of being caught. “Helps me fall asleep. Helps me through my day.” 

“You’re not the only one who does stuff like that,” Joonas said, interrupting your conversation. “Aleksi has bought your perfume and keeps smelling it throughout the day.” Aleksi pushed Joonas away from the phone, hoping you wouldn’t hear what he just said. 

“Is that true?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, baby. I miss you.” A smile made its way on your face, a giggle escaping your mouth. “Awh, I miss you too, babe.” 

[camillecrellin]

— Succession Masterlist

Who I write for: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Greg, Willa, Stewy, Naomi, Lukas

KENDALL ROY

Kendall's Eldest Daughter Headcannons pt2

ROMAN ROY

n/a

SHIV ROY

Acquisition

Break up

The Hardest Decision

CONNOR ROY

n/a

GREG HIRSH

n/a

WILLA FERREYRA

n/a

STEWY HOSSEINI

n/a

NAOMI PIERCE

n/a

LUKAS MATTSON

n/a

[where-pain-is-so-pretty]

Blind Channel

Aleksi:

You would be in bed together until early in the afternoon. Sleeping, cuddling, making love until both of you get hungry. You then would get up and help him make breakfast. After eating you two go back to bed and cuddle up with Rilla and spend the rest of the day with playing video games or binging a show.

Joel:

You force him to stay in bed for cuddles because the outside world seems so grey and rather dark for summer. After a few more hours of sleep you get up and cook some lunch for the two of you while he records some silly TikTok’s. After dinner you curl up on the couch together and watch the rain outside while listening to your favourite songs until things get a little heated between the two of you. You end the day with a cold shower and ordering take out.

Joonas:

The full self care day package. Doing face masks, doing each other’s nails and make-up, drinking self mixed cocktails and having snacks. And maybe you even have a little photo shooting after you put make up on. With passing time your clothes in the photos would get less and less until you are both down to your underwear and take things to the bedroom.

Niko:

You were supposed to go on a hike today put the weather had other plans. Niko would do his best to lift up your mood so he starts pushing aside the furniture so you two can have a dance session in the living room. Then you would build up a fort with him and cuddle up inside to watch cartoons or anime.

Olli:

You two would go outside nevertheless, have a stroll around the city, get some ice cream, jump into puddles and kiss in the rain. Only when the rain gets heavier you would go back home and have a steamy bath together and cuddle up in bed after.

Tommi:

He would get up early to make breakfast in bed and then wake you up with a kiss and a plate full of pancakes. After that he would climb into bed again for dessert. When you wake up in his arms again you crave cookies, so you decide to finally get out of bed to bake some. But the first batch of cookies eventually gets a little too crispy because you two were busy with each other.

Hi! I'm craving domestic thoughts.

How do you think would be a rainy summer day with each of the guys?

this is a nice prompt and i'm curious to hear all your thoughts!! let's gooooo

[beminebarnes]

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO (PROLOUGE)

steve rogers x fem!reader

summary: after a mission leaves him rattled in ways he can't explain, steve rogers is pulled from active duty and placed on medical leave. struggling with burnout, insomnia, and a growing sense that something inside him is fractured, he's relocated to a quiet brooklyn apartment under avengers oversight. he expects the silence to swallow him. instead, he meets his next-door neighbor and awkward hallway run-ins turn into the terrifying realization that he's falling hard and fast.

series masterlist

word count: 448 warnings: none

“Do you believe you’re still fit for duty, Captain Rogers?” 

The question hangs in the air between them, cold and sterile like the office walls. Steve’s eyes wander everywhere but forward where he’s meant to be making eye contact with the doctor before him. Instead he eyes the expensive, meticulously placed couch cushions, the faux plants that hang throughout the office, the dimly lit lamps—he sees right through all of it.

The small steel name plate reads Dr. Lauren Mattson, Doctor of Psychology. Steve wanted to scoff. In Lauren’s perfect world, the space between these four walls was homey. If it radiated comfortability, patients couldn’t help but to let their guard down right? But he couldn’t bring himself to stop fixating on how perfectly placed everything around him was.

The sound of her pencil scratching against her notepad refocused Steve’s attention. This was routine enough for him now to know that more notes was always a bad sign. They’d never care to write about a patient who seemed perfectly happy or sane.

“I follow orders,” Steve felt like he was answering against his will.

“That’s not what I asked.”

After every mission, every agent was mandated to attend a psychological evaluation. Missions were taxing, sure, but all one-hundred years of Steve’s life was basically one extensively long mission. He was used to this. He had made a frantic attempt at convincing everyone around him that this evaluation in particular was unnecessary. No blood, no limp, no broken bones—he was clearly fine. To Steve’s dismay, skipping his evaluation meant he’d be placed on temporary suspension. After all, if there was nothing to evaluate, it would be a breeze right?

His jaw ticked. He wanted so desperately to blink and find this was suddenly over. “Of course I’m still fit for duty.” 

No bleeding. No limping. No broken bones. 

“Okay.” It was evident in her tone that she didn’t believe him. He was visibly agitated. “How have you been sleeping?”

“Fine,” he quipped. Exhaustion was spelled out in the bright, bold letters of his expression. Her pencil scratched against the notepad.

“Have the nightmares stopped?”

He blinked once. Twice. “Yes,” he muttered. 

“You know these evaluations pass by quicker when you’re willing to be cooperative”. 

Steve knew that. Any other time he had sat in this office, he was perfectly cheerful. He had always answered every question openly without any issue. Steve knew that she knew that. As much as he could see right through her, it was her job to see right through him.

“As I said,” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “I always follow orders.”

She sighed. Displeased. “Captain Rogers, I’m recommending a medical leave effective immediately.”

[motions1ckness]

“His Assistant”

Summary: Roman accidentally sends a explicit message to Logan thinking it’s you, his assistant. (based off the 03x08 episode!)

Content: f!reader, intimacy, Logan Roy, fear of intimacy (ironic i know), humiliation, manipulation, implied age gap, mention of sexual harassment

Sure, a relationship with your boss isn’t your brightest idea, but you didn't regret it. Keeping your relationship with Roman a secret gave you a rush you couldn’t experience just once. Being his assistant isn’t as grueling as it seemed. Roman didn’t have a very strenuous job.

While following Roman to the conference room, he turned back “Actually, y/n, can you follow me real quick. I think my schedule is off,” he lied. We had to come up with fake scenarios often. Just in case anyone overheard.

You met his eyes and nodded. “Y-yea, whatever you say, boss.” You followed Roman to an empty room, which seemed secluded enough.

You closed the door behind you. Roman wasted no time attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, “Take off your shirt,” he breathed into your neck.

“What?” You slightly pulled away, just enough to meet his eyes. “Rome, we’re already late to this meeting. Your father-” he moved away with an agitated groan. You didn’t want the moment to end either, but you also didn’t want to be yelled at by Logan Roy.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever, yeah,” Roman started toward the door, signaling you to move out of the way. “If I convince them to trust Mattson, I get to fuck the shit out of you later,” he says, letting you walk outside first. You let out a small laugh rolling your eyes, knowing that day won’t come. Roman hasn't explicitly told you about his intimacy issues, but you two of been sneaking around for months, and the most you guys have done is dry-humping.

During the meeting that included 8 of you, Roman somehow convinced Logan to trust Mattson. He knocked on the table to show his excitement off to you, followed by a grin. You smiled back before standing up to get coffee.

Kerry started filtering other executives into the meeting after Logan gave her the clear. Roman's confidence had been elated since Logan decided to notice him. You were happy for him but feared when Logan chose to kick him aside again.

At the coffee cart, you sent Roman a flirty congratulations text, afraid a verbal message would cause someone to overhear. You put your phone in your pocket to pour yourself a cup. You felt Roman glance at you and then put his phone down.

Supposing nothing of it, you returned next to him, “Get a good look?” He whispered to you. The issue was you had no idea what he was talking about, and it showed on your face. Roman noticed his dad checking his phone soon after. He looked at his most recent messages and saw the text sent to his dad, not you.

He met Logan's eyes, which were staring at him intensely. “What happened?” you asked, feeling left in the dark. Roman didn’t respond and sank into his chair, feeling his whole world crumble around him. Logan told everyone he needed five while Shiv rushed after him. Roman remained silent, looking guilty as ever.

Not long after, Logan shouted for Roman down the hall, while Shiv pulled you to that exact secluded location from earlier. You were unaware of what occurred until Shiv tells you Roman sent a dick pic to Logan, mistaking it for you.

Your face turns flushed when she asks if you welcomed the photos or had any prior relationship. You knew admitting to hooking up with your boss could get you terminated or turn you into a cautionary tale, “No, uh, Roman and I’s relationship is strictly professional. He has some quirks, but we all do,” you tried to sell your lie with a half-assed smile. You understood Shiv was attempting to manipulate you and abuse your vulnerability.

The meeting adjourned, and Logan called you into the room with Roman for questioning. In all honesty, no one cared if you two were hooking up. Kerry and Logan were. It was more about the secrecy, and Roman sending a dick pic to his dad. You and Roman refuse to sit next to each other, causing you guys to sit at the opposite end of the desk, Logan at the head across from you two. You feared losing your job, while Roman feared losing his dad’s attention. The whole discussion was a shitshow; Roman defended himself with, “Why have an assistant I can’t fuck?”

At the end of it, before Logan told us to "Fuck off," you had to sign a release stating to report Roman if he continued anymore unsolicited messages. Before going your individual ways outside the Waystar building, Roman turned to you and kissed your head, “I knew I could make them sign off on GoJo,” he said with a smile. Discrediting the 20-minute lecture he just endured. Or the fact you two were supposed to be a secret. Both of your drivers arrived. Before going inside, Roman shouted, “Guess you have to see me tonight then,” with a dopey smile. You smiled back, rolling your eyes at his comment. You both went into your respective cars, knowing later that night, you two weren’t going to have sex.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Dating Baby Matsson

Requested: if you want to, could you write a preference of roy siblings x mattson!reader? - anon

A/N: I love thisssss my love!!! I hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor is as far from the Gojo deal as possible. He quite literally don't give a fuck who Lukas is which makes him perfect for you. You meet at the election party, pretty far into his campaign. He doesn't notice that you came in with your brothers crew, only that your glass is empty and it needs refilling. At the party Connor tells you all about his presidential campaign and what he's trying to represent. In turn, you tell him about this silly tech conglomerate company you work for. He just adores when you speak Swedish, telling him the best swears and phrases. From there you two text and call a lot, all behind your families backs. None of them even know you've begun seeing one another seriously until Lukas is signed as CEO and you're standing there, beside him, holding Connors hand. His family is furious, as is your brother, but neither of you care. Connor is funny and sweet and a bit oblivious, but what child of a billionaire isn't?

Kendall meets you after your brother invites them to Norway. You stay hidden, not really part of the deal, but he notices you anyways. Kendall claims it was love at first sight for him. He wanders, hoping to bump into you. When he does he's quick to start the conversation. You being related to Lukas, let alone his baby sibling, doesn't even begin to cross his mind, not until Lukas finds you out in the dark together, under the stars, huddled close. He makes it known he doesn't like what's going on and orders you inside. You do as you're told, not before you slip Kendall a paper with your number on it. He calls you the second he can and your relationship develops from there. After the deal goes through, you know your relationship will never be the same. He's hurt. Deeply. Pretending it didn't happen or ignoring it won't do any good. It definitely puts a strain on your relationship unfortunately.

Shiv is infatuated with you. From the moment she sees you standing by Lukas' side, she knows she has to talk to you. You make it pretty easy, seeking her out as well. You're not sure how it happened, only that it did and there's nothing your brother can do about it. You see one another a lot now that she's helping your brother. You joke that she's only doing this to see you which Lukas doesn't like at all. Especially since he's considering dropping Shiv, he knows it won't end well. In the end you're signed as CEO and Shiv puts on the facade that she couldn't be happier. You feared she would leave you, that your relationship would be ruined, but she's all smiles. Underneath she's furious. She hates Lukas. She can't hate you, she loves you, but she definitely isn't happy about this switch. You tried to tell her, warn her before she got her hopes up. He wanted to keep it in the family. Surely Shiv would know a thing or two about that.

Roman he's so handsome you and Roman are like two weird, off-putting peas in a pod. Based on these ideas which I love, Baby Matsson isn't at all like their brother. They're strange and weird and a teensy bit scary. He knew from the moment he saw you he wanted to be with you. You scared Frank and Karl and that made you deeply interesting. Your relationship isn't like a normal relationship. There's biting and play-fighting and saying things that only make him laugh. Lukas doesn't love that his baby sibling is with Roman of all people, but at least he knows you're his problem now while he figures out the Gojo deal. You're two strange, deeply faulted people who found one another in a stressful time in your lives. When he's not yelling at your brother in Norway he's sneaking off to be with you in the woods where you take away the stress, the nerves, the hurt. You're his rock through the funeral and even after the deal goes through, you sit with him at the bar and make him laugh with all the ways your brother could end up dead.

Bonus! Lukas fucking hates anyone being interested in you, but a Roy? Are you dumb? Are you blind? You could do a hell of a lot better than one of them, no matter how strange or off-putting you might be. He's got important work to do and you're getting in the way of that. Even before he died Logan wasn't too fond of the relationships you made with his child, but at the end of the day he couldn't stop you. He thought feelings got in the way of good business. So does Lukas. The difference between them is he can lock you away where they can't find you, Logan doesn't have that power. You're smarter than that though, telling him only after things are serious. You're an adult, you remind him, you can do whatever you like, including being with them. He can go fuck himself, a phrase that sounds too Roy-like.

[ibetonlosingroys]

Invisible String

Part 1/2

Roman Roy/Reader

You attend your boyfriend's brother's wedding.

For everyone who just wanted Roman to get one single hug at Connor's wedding.

Spoilers for S04E03 Connor’s Wedding

Read on ao3:

You stand by a floor to ceiling window, sipping on a champagne flute, wary not to drink so much you get drunk, not yet at least. By the time you hit the dance floor at the reception though, you plan on being nice and tipsy. You and Roman have a tendency to draw some attention at these events but you treasure the moments with the two of you, in front of the whole world, displaying how much you love the man you are with for everyone to see. Neither of you can really dance, but the champagne helps.

You scan the modest crowd for him as you nod politely at the discussion of table settings that Willa’s mother has wrapped you into for the past several minutes, but Roman is still nowhere to be found, having slipped off to a private room with his siblings to handle business matters. At their brother’s wedding. Because of course. Roman has kept you in the loop as best as he is able, and while he assures you repeatedly that their plan is a good one and will put them in the best position, you can’t help the tug in your heart you feel watching him slip once again into this deranged cat and mouse game with his father. You realized quickly it was naive to think he would take the sale as an opportunity to get out for good, and while it has been heartening, if not a bit foreign, to see him fall into step with his siblings in such a unified way, you’re troubled by the stress lines you can see forming on his face before he even opens his eyes in the morning. Maybe it’s time for a vacation. Not a Roy family mind fuck on a yacht, a real, honest to god vacation where you lay in the sun and don’t speak of the stock market or ATTN or Lukas Mattson.

Your daydreaming is cut off sharply when you spot Kendall and Shiv out of the corner of your eye. Exhaling deeply and subtly craning your neck, you search for a trace of your boyfriend, more than ready for him to rescue you from this conversation. However, he isn’t trailing behind like you expected him to be, he isn’t anywhere you can see. Your eyes flick back and forth as you try not to draw any unnecessary attention to whatever scheme may be in motion, but all you can see is Kendall and Shiv, hands clasped as they make a beeline for Connor. Without Roman.

Heat rushes to your ears and finally, you find enough of a break in conversation to excuse yourself, refreshing your drink in an effort to keep this flood of panic at bay. In an instant, you are back in that castle in Italy, watching helplessly as Roman falls apart in a way you didn’t think he was capable of. Your world shattered right alongside him and from that moment on you swore to yourself you’d do everything in your power to prevent anything from hurting him like that again. Judging by the stricken looks on Kendall and Shiv’s faces as they discreetly usher Connor towards the back room, you may have already failed to make good on that promise. You find yourself wondering what more Logan could have possibly done. Hasn’t he betrayed them enough, wounded them enough for several lifetimes without heaping on whatever emotionally violent corporate move he’s made now to put that look back on his kids’ faces.

Your instinct is to follow them, every muscle in your body taught, screaming at you to run to Roman. You want to scoop him up and take him away from whatever horrors he’s enduring in that room. But you also know Roman, better than most, and you know that what he likely needs most of all right now is his siblings in that room with him. You have the sense that this is not a moment for you to bust up, that when Roman needs you, you will know. So you do what you think will help him the most, you play the part. You sip on your drink, you politely mill through the floor of people, exchanging pleasantries, all the while keeping one eye on that door that’s transformed into a looming monster in your mind. It’s become a pandora’s box really, as long as it stays shut, you can tell yourself that everything is fine and you’ve read too much into what will turn out to be a very insignificant moment in time. Comforted slightly by this new narrative, you make your way back to the drink table, depositing your empty glass and contemplating your next course of action when you’re interrupted by a hand on the small of your back. Breathing a shallow sigh of relief, you turn, prepared to laugh with your boyfriend about how skilled your mind is at playing tricks on you, but instead you are met with his brother.

“Ken?” you try experimentally, the blood in your veins having run cold. There is a sheen of sweat on his brow, snot pooled under his nose as he looks at you carefully with a tight lipped expression. Wordlessly, he begins leading you by the arm towards the private room, and you are crushed with the understanding that, in no uncertain terms, this is really bad. Once out of earshot of most of the partygoers, you try again, “Is he okay?” No response, but you feel the hand on your forearm tremble a bit. “What happened?” Kendall stops with one hand on the door, looking quickly to ensure no one else had made their way up the stairs before clearing his throat, “Uh, yeah, so,” he casts his eyes skyward before continuing, “Dad is dead.” It’s like the floor has dropped out from under you. You were prepared for any combination of business jargon word salad as he explained the new way Logan had fucked them, but not this. “My God, Kendall,” your hands fly to his shoulders in a vain attempt at comfort, “I-I’m so sorry.” Your mind is swirling with questions and exclamations and pure shock, but it is all you can think to say. He nods, patting the back of your hand with his and sniffles in acknowledgement. “I just think that he needs you, or will need you,” he nods in the direction of the room and you ferociously bite back the tremble in your voice, “Of course, I’m here.” You hope you sound steadier than you feel.

Kendall’s hand turns on the door handle, and your mind is overwhelmed with one repeated thought, like a sick mantra, “He can’t handle this.” Entering the room, your eyes lock on Roman immediately, slumped, sitting cross legged on the floor. A thick veil of grief and disbelief cloaks the room, suffocating, making you almost choke on your words as you offer condolences to Connor with a quick squeeze of the shoulder, and to Shiv with an embrace. You feel slightly out of place, enveloped in this moment that does not belong to you so you quickly make your way to Roman’s side, a place where you are always meant to be. He doesn’t look at you, you can’t see if he’s been crying or any way his features may be contorted, but you instantly feel his fingers tug on the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. Your throat is dry and your mind runs a mile a minute, not just with the question of what to say to the man you love when his father dies, but with the question of what to say when that father is Logan Roy. You settle on, “Hi, you,” and there he is. His eyes travel up to yours, cold and guarded, but wide, and so so scared. “Can I sit?” you ask, and he nods stiffly before you slide down to join him, grasping his clammy, shaky hand in your own.

Roman’s eyes are dry as he surveys the room, finding his siblings wrapped up in their own conversation and his voice trembles, “I-I can’t,” he stammers, unable to find the words. “I know,” you assure him. “I don’t think I told him I loved him,” he gulps, chest rising and falling rapidly as he runs a hand through his hair. “Rome.” you bring your palm to his face, waiting for his eyes to settle on yours before continuing, “You loved him.” There may be a lot about Roman’s relationship with his father that didn’t make sense to you, but this you are sure of with absolute certainty. “What do you need?” you ask, rubbing a slow circle on his cheek with your thumb. He recoils then, clambering to his feet as his focus darts around the room. “I don’t need anything. This isn’t anything, this is - fuck! Nothing’s happened and we don’t know anything so this is all…” he trails off, waving his hands wildly and capturing the attention of his siblings who turned their focus on him.

“Roman,” Kendall approaches him as you would a spooked animal, “We know,” he starts, seemingly expecting the response he gets. “Fuck you! Come on, this is insane!” Roman raises his voice, “This doesn’t happen!” He throws his hands up in exasperation, looking for someone to back him up. Instead, Shiv approaches him too. “I think it happened though, Rome,” her voice is gentle, and holds a lost quality you are not accustomed to hearing from her. “Shiobhan,” his attempt to mock her falls flat and he spins wildly towards Connor. “And don’t look at me with your fucking sad eyes, fuck!” he exclaims before marching to the far window and pressing his forehead to the glass. “My eyes are sad,” Connor offers, matter of factly from across the room. You take in the three of them standing there in that moment, looking unmoored and far younger than when they first entered this room. These are the Roy children without Logan to orbit, and they are looking to you expectantly to keep the fourth one from spinning out.

“He can’t handle this. He can’t handle this. He can’t handle this,” the mantra continues, louder and louder in your head with each step you take towards Roman, silenced only when you place a firm hand on his back. He’s sucking in his upper lip and avoiding your gaze, telltale Roman signs that he is fighting back tears. “You know,” you begin, soft enough that no one else in the room will hear, “you are allowed to cry if you want to.” He blinks but doesn’t immediately shut the conversation down, emboldening you to keep going. “This is actually like The time to cry if you really think about it. Someone would have to be a special kind of fucked up to say shit to you right now.” There it is, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips and he whispers, “Hot.”

[3d-wifey]

FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

‼️ - Favs 🫶🏾- Black!reader 🫦 - NSFW 😈 - Dark/Dubious Consent 😓 - Angst 😀 - Yandere

Succession

All These Hungry Vultures by @muntitled [Lukas Mattson, Kendall Roy x Reader] - Kendall had always been a competent, steady boyfriend, but there is always, always room for improvement. ↳ ‼️ , 🫶🏾, 🫦, 😈 Actually the entire reason I made a recommendation masterlist, this shit is soooooo fucking good

AOT

The Mortal Price of Crossing Twice [Levi x grim reaper!Reader] - Levi literally flirts with death. ↳ ‼️, 🫦, 😓 ngl I teared up

JJK

Polluted [Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Choso x Reader] - Getting high with the boys in Geto and Gojo's dorm room gets a little bit... suggestive. ↳ 🫦, 😈 Pt.1, Pt.2, & Pt.3 [Yandere!Gojo x Curse!Reader] - Gojo catching and keeping the curse of beauty. ↳ ‼️, 🫦, 😈, 😀 no cap, this nigga Gojo kinda crazy in this, but that's my man

Twisters

The Laws of Physics by @inknopewetrust [Scott Miller x Reader] - In the volatile nature of tornado hunting, you crossed paths with Scott on more than one occasion–each time resulting in a piece of yourself being left behind with the man larger than the storms you chased. ↳ ‼️, 🫦, 😓 shit made my heart sigh, I normally don't really like these dynamics in fics or enemies to lovers, but GOOD GAWD I NEED HIM BAD, and i love it when a man pine and yearns, also the dynamics of the whole crew is so fucking sweet man

MHA

Little Life [Dabi x Reader] - It takes Touya three days to finally hold the baby. ↳ more hurt/comfort than it is true angst, just Dabi scared of his newborn

Pick Your Fave

BRUISER BOYFRIEND - Your boyfriend is down bad and it's threatening. ↳ 😈, 😀 ASS - Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass ↳ 😈, 😀, 🫦 Pet collector buys bunny reader: BOUGHT & SOLD, THE OTHER PETS ↳🫦, 😈, 😀 hybrid harem x bunny hybrid!Reader, kind of yandere but really, it's just the typical possessiveness of hybrid aus

[cvntoid]

some of my favorite mutuals are writing some of my favorite typa shit and another buddy got me kinda horny for Terrifier (whoops, we alllllll knew it would happen, could only put it off so long) and i'm getting close to dropping a FAT fucking decadent Roman/Mattson/reader meal extravaganza just in time for the holidays

in my lane. thrilled. happy. bursting with creative endeavor. soaking it in. feeling the rain on my skin. makin my way downtown. and et cetera ad finitum

[scarletttries]

My lovely @kendallroyenthusiast Kelsey, thank you so much for your sweet message and I loved hearing the details of your wedding! I'm obsessed that you wore a black dress, I think that's so badass and I bet you looked like an amazing vampire queen 🥹 Also between Horror films and making excessive playlists we have so much of the same taste! 🥰 I ship you with.. Lukas Mattson!

- Lukas Mattson can't believe it when he's forced to accompany an aging Logan Roy to hospital after he collapses at another one their supposedly gentle business strolls. He's never liked being in a hospital, always associating them with the worst days of a person's life, but his mind very quickly changed on that when you appeared as Logan's emergency department nurse. Your calm professional demeanour, mixed in with a few dark jokes at Logan's expense would have him falling for you hook line and sinker, considering pushing Logan over more often so he'd have an excuse to come back and see you.

- Instead he decides to ask for your number, offering you to take you out to a small local concert with a very famous band that only a few very rich people in the know get to attend. You'd spend the night swapping stories over beers in between sets, and jumping along to songs you know, a huge smile plastered on Lukas's face from the second he picks you up to the moment he returns you safely to your front door, calling it a good night with a kiss on the cheek rather than risk overstepping.

- It would become tradition that whenever Lukas was in town he'd take you out; dinner, shows, aquariums, museums, galleries. Half the time he'll hire out the whole place so he doesn't have to share you with anyone else, making the most of the precious moments you get to spend together.

- He'll miss you more and more in the time he has to spend away, asking you to make him playlists that are the full length of his journey home to you so knows when he hears the final song that you're almost back in his arms. As you get more comfortable together, he starts to fly back into town more and more, growing to really appreciate the quiet nights in too, laughing maniacally at your sarcastic commentary of horror films, enjoying the way you fit perfectly leaning against his chest because of your height difference.

- One day he simply cannot bring himself to get on his flight away from you, and that's the day he decides he has to propose, to do something to cement your relationship so even when he's away you know he's only thinking of you.

- The next time he's back in town he takes you out to one of your favourite museums as usual, but for once you realise that you're not the only people there. As you walk through the main entrance you bump into a friend from the hospital there on a date too. And then across the foyer you see one of your family members you swear you haven't seen in years. Just as you start to think this is just the absolute strangest coincidence, Lukas leads you in the main exhibition hall and the breath in your lungs stills as dark flowers fill every space, candles lining an aisle on the floor, at the end of which is all the close friends and family you could imagine. As you turn to Lukas to ask what the hell is going on, you realise he's dropped to one knee, presenting you with the most intricate diamond ring you've ever seen. His eyes tear up in front of everyone as he tells you how you've become his home, and he can't imagine being away from you for a second longer.

- The wedding is surprisingly traditional for two less than traditional romantics - an enormous church with almost floor to ceiling stained glass windows, covered in the same flowers and candles as your proposal. Lukas in a classic Tuxedo, waiting down the aisle as you float down in your stunning white dress, his hands trembling as he carefully lifts your veil to seal your union with a kiss in front of all your friends and family.

- The party is held at a five star hotel Lukas has rented for all your guests, the wait staff bring drink after drink of the finest wine as you eat a delicious meal that your guests will be dreaming of for years to come. When the dance floor finally filters out to just you and Lukas, he'll make a big show of carrying you bridal-style to the lift, a penthouse honeymoon suite awaiting the two happy newly weds.

[hunzzzzz]

Kendall Roy Masterlist🫦

Fight for you : Kendall Roy x OC

Stuck with you : Kendall Roy x reader

Priorities : Kendall Roy x reader / Lukas Mattson x reader ( AO3 link)

Ken doll : Kendall Roy x Stewy Hosseini

Tell me sweet little lies (AO3 link) : Kendall Roy x OC

Also requests are now open ! I will try my best!

[cozy-writer]

About last night

Pairing: Joel Hokka x Reader

Wordcount: 800+

Summary: You and Joel have a bad fight and he says some thing he didn't mean.

Masterlist

You and Joel had been fighting for the past week. Never truly making up before the next one started. He was mad because you went out and accused you of cheating with one of your male friends. And you got upset because he didn’t believe you. Didn’t trust you. 

But last night, he really went too far. You remember it clearly. Joel had gone out with his bandmates and you went out with your friends. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to go separate ways when going out. When you got home at around 1.30, he went off on you. “Who have you been hanging with?” He slurred his words, a bottle of whiskey stood beside the couch. “Like I said before, just my friends.” “And that’s why you dressed so slutty?” You inhaled sharply. Did he really just call you a slut? You were fuming, your fist shaking with anger. You didn’t have it in you to fight anymore. You just turned around and went over to your friend, Layla’s, house. 

“Are you okay?” She asked you the following morning as you stared into your cup of coffee. You had been replaying the same conversation over and over again in your head. “No. I can’t believe he actually said that.” She rubbed your back as she sat down a plate of food in front of you. “Thanks.” You muttered. 

An hour later you opened the front door of your shared apartment. You were just going to grab some things and then go back to Layla’s place. You figured you and Joel were over by now. He’d gone too far this time. It wasn’t mendable. 

You found Joel slumped on the couch. Your movement waking him up from his slumber. He’d looked like he’d barely slept last night. Dark circles under his eyes. “Y/N…Listen, about last night-.” You held up your hand. “Stop. You said what you said. It’s clear how you feel about me.” “I didn’t mean what I said la-.” “You spat that shit like it was poison, Joel. How do you think that made me feel? That my boyfriend thinks I’m a slut.” You shook your head. “I thought better of you.” 

“I don’t know why I said that, Y/N. You’re not a slut. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” “Yeah?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Because I find that hard to believe.” “What do I have to say to make you forgive me?” “Forgive you?” You scoffed. “You need to earn that shit.” 

He looked at you, his eyes watering. “I’ll do anything.” “Well, good luck, I guess.” You stalked over to your bedroom and started packing a bag. He followed you to the room, mouth opening and closing trying to figure out what to say. As you turned from the bathroom to leave, you bumped into him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were so mad. One wrong word and you were going to explode. 

“Joel, for the love of all that is holy, please leave me alone right now.” He looked at you intently for a few seconds, then stepped back to let you through. You gave him one simple nod before leaving him alone in your apartment. Your heart aching for the man that broke your heart.

It was days later when you heard of him next. He had texted you to ask you to come by the apartment so the two of you could talk. You agreed. You opened the door to find Joel sitting on the couch. “Y/N.” He greeted you softly. “Joel.” You addressed him. He motioned for you to sit down next to him and you did. 

“I want you to know how sorry I am. I was drunk and I know that doesn’t excuse me from what I said…” He was fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “You should be able to trust me.” You said, your voice breaking. “And I do!” He said. “It’s just my mind makes up all these different scenarios where you're in bed with some random guy and I lose it. I lose it, because I can’t lose you.” Your facial expression softened. 

“Joel, I love you. You will never lose me.” You cocked your head. “Well, as long as you don’t call me a slut again.” “I honestly don’t know why I said that.” He said once again. “You’re the love of my life. And from now on, I will trust you. I won’t… I won’t be so ignorant again.” 

“Thank you.” You rested the palm of your hand on his cheek. He looked at you, a broken man now sitting before you. “I love you, Joel.” A smile formed on his lips. “I love you too, Y/N.” You leaned in for a quick kiss. Your lips barely touching. You moved in for a second kiss. You had missed his touch for days. His arms snaked around your body as your hands clutched at the back of his neck. “I missed you.” You moaned into his mouth. He only groaned, connecting your lips once again. 

[evilwifelover]

lukas mattson x reader w/ piss kink. Thoughts?

[away-ward]

Who is your dream cast?

Personally Shaelah Mcgilton is my perfect Emory Scott.

Will Grayson always looked like Chase Mattson in my head.

Matthew Daddario is what I imagine Damon too like.

Ricka meanwhile really gives me Gigi Hadid vibes.

Jacob Elorid would make a great Michael Christ he certainly has the height.

Candice Swanepoel is what I see Winter as.

Hideo Muraoka would make a perfect Kai Mori.

Adriana Lima is my Banks.

Megan Fox is so Alex.

And Dylan Sprouse in After is so Trevor.

But what Dou think? 😊

I like all your picks! That's a great cast. I really love your Emory. She's sooo cute.

(poor dylan sprouse but it works)

Let's talk about faces!

My brain does one of two things when reading. It either completely ignores what is written on the page and picks a face and says "That's them" and I have no choice but to think of them that way the entire time.

Or it merges multiple faces together until I end up with split features/faces that it morphs between scenes, which means I'm never able to settle on a face.

Both have happened with Devil's Night characters. Sometimes I have a face in mind, and sometimes it's just

~Vibes~

PD didn't give face claims because they wanted the readers to picture the characters themselves. But also, as a writer, sometimes it's just hard to give your characters faces. No one fits perfectly what you have in your head, but they're your babies so it has to be perfect.

Anyway, here's what I have. For the most part, I don't have specific names/faces.

Michael and Rika:

I also pictured Jacob Elorid as Michael. It probably is the height and the hair. Plus, doesn't he usually play territorial jerks?

I don't know how to explain that in my head, Rika is pretty but...like an average pretty. Not like drop dead, sultry, gorgeous. But like. Wealthy pretty. But a wealthy pretty that tries to pretend she's neither pretty nor privileged, so she plays it down. At least until she gets with Michael and then she starts leaning into it more.

I usually picture a smaller, more delicate face, soft blond hair. Later, I feel like she'd wear red lipstick because it's Michael's favorite color and a color of power. Plus, she's a blue-eyed blond. What else is she gonna wear?

Kai and Banks:

I don't have a face for Kai. I know he has strong Japanese features, but his mom is Italian and I just feel that there would be some of that in his face as well. I can't find it, so maybe I made it up, but I could have sworn he had his mom's smile....

Hideo Muraoka works really well though and I've seen him used a lot. He works a lot better than some of the others I've seen, which give Kai a narrower face. Kai does not have a narrow face in my head.

For me, Banks does though. She also has fuller lips and Sharp eyes (green because at least one love interest has to have green eyes. it's law). I liked the hat picture cause it gave me tomboyish vibes compared to the other two which are...woah.

But once Banks dresses up, she is Woah. so.

Damon and Winter:

And for Damon...I hate to say it, but a tik-tokker (?? how are we spelling that?) that gives me vibes is Eduard Martirosyan. It's probably just they're both Russian, but I can't help but think if his hair and eyes were darker, I'd get stronger Damon vibes.

As for Winter, I'm not sure how similar to Rika she needs to look, or if it was just the blond hair and blue eyes that everyone was talking about. How close do they have to be to look like sisters?

Anyway, Scarlett Leithold is as close as I've gotten to how I picture Winter, but only specifically this look:

Everything should be paler, and more washed out than Rika. Those two girls don't look anything alike to me but then who cares. They're fictional.

Will and Emory:

Do I think Trevor Wagner looks like how I pictured Will?

NOoooo.

Do I get the strongest Will vibes whenever I see his tik-toks.

Ab-so-lutely.

It could just be his personality also feels like Will to me??? So whenever I find someone else that gives me Will-vibes, all it takes is a scrolling pass a Trevor and it's erased.

(There was one tik-tok where I thought he was driving a raptor and I was like "nooooo it couldn't be that similar." but it's not. It's a dodge. Yeah, I did the research. I had to know.)

I, for one, do imagine Emory having long wavy/slightly curly hair similar to the texture on the left. And I imagine her having fuller cheeks, rather than sharp angles...or the most part, any of the pinterest girls seem okay. As for this girl, she's close but for me her nose is smaller than how I imagined emory. but the basic structure is there.

Can I say, I really appreciate Will going out of his way to describe this girl any chance he can? I have such a clear vision of her in my head, but I can't find a face to match because, like Will, I now see her as perfect. And she doesn't even exits!

Alex

I thought I had a good handle on Alex until Emory tossed out that she looked like a character from whoville in NF and I was like the Dr. Suess characters???????

It just...really threw me off. But I think what she meant was the Alex's nose is small and kind of turned up at the end?

Whatever. I picture her mostly just chilling in Will's passenger seat before NF. The right and middle is Victoria Bronova and from what I've seen, she works for the most part. I mean, no one's perfect.

See what I mean about random features just filtering through while I'm reading? Nothing is consistent. It's rarely a constant "this is who I picture when I read" but more of a "when I see their face at this angle, I think of this other character."

It's just vibes.

Feel free to wildly disagree and offer up your own. I'm not tied to any of these and will happily drop one in favor of something that matches better to what I see in my head.

Thank you!

*if you know any of the names of the faces here that I didn't, please feel free to let me know.*