#oh romey...

[cvntoid]

erm… predatory/prey play with roman in the workplace……

everyone is gone, like the building is CLOSED closed. he tries to corner his assistant (because duh) and be like hey… what if you let me fuck you? and she just slips her heels off and just. books it.

it’s all in good fun, until it’s not. hopefully no one sees the security footage of him dragging her back into his office by her ankles.

and then he [redacted] her [redacted] until they [redacted]. goodbye 2024.

“I’m bored.”

“Try… I don’t know. Doing some of the paperwork we have to get through. We only have to be here until everything is looked over, signed, filed…” You sigh a long, frustrated sigh, leaning on the desk with your head in your hands. “Roman. You have to throw me a fuckin’ bone, here.” The hour runs so late that everyone else is gone on this floor, only the two of you left. You’re not tired, necessarily, just so utterly over all this paperwork.

Roman smirks at his place behind his desk, flicking his gaze to you from his computer screen. He lifts an eyebrow. “I could throw you a bone.”

A glare has him giggling to himself, that infuriatingly high little inward laugh he does when he’s feeling smug, or clever. It’s actually kind of attractive in an odd way… but so many things about Roman are. It pisses you off. He shouldn’t be allowed to be so smarmy and careless and just… look like that all the time. Roman’s eyes are on yours again and it becomes humiliatingly clear that you’ve just been staring at him, tracing the planes and lines of his handsome features. He turns a little, giving you his full attention now. Tracing his fingertip along some of the papers on his desk. Knowing you’ll watch.

“Oh… are you thinkin’ about it?” Roman licks the edge of his teeth, grinning. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you. I mean… nobody’s here, right?”

“Fuck off,” you say softly. A flush rises up your throat and you roll your eyes, ripping another sheet off the top of the stack to parse through it. “You wish.”

“No… no, I think you wish. I do.” Roman rises up from his chair and you’re forced to look up at him, hands freezing as you move to sign a report. “I think you give me those fuck-me eyes all the time. As if I don’t notice. Oh - don’t make that face. I notice, sweetheart. I know when I’m stuck inside somebody’s mind… stuck tight.”

You feel a strange sort of… something. Something that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, just the way Roman’s standing up right now. Looming over his desk. Moving to walk around the edge. Out of pure instinct, you stand as well, palms on the surface as you rise up. Roman’s eyes are glittering, pupils wide and only getting wider.

“Roman…-”

“We should,” he says. “Fuck, I mean. You should let me bend you over this desk. Or… I mean, you could get down on your knees. I could get down on mine, whatever - equal opportunity fucking, right? I’m told I give some serious lip.”

He advances slowly, smoothly, like an animal as you edge toward the door. He’s smiling, but it’s not actually a smile at all. A wolf licking its chops. Your pulse quickens, a surge of adrenaline making your fingers tremble a little. Roman refuses to back down, his voice drawing lower, quieter, trying to hypnotize you like a cat with his words.

“Bad move, sweetheart. I can run. Probably had no idea, but all I did in fucking military school was get screamed at and run. I will catch you.”

Your breath catches in your throat and it’s then that the slice of fear starts mingling with something else, stomach doing flips. A spreading warmth seems to fill the basin of your hips, all that smoldering heat matching the fever-spots of flush in your cheeks. You slip off your heels, grateful for the carpeting - wearing thin tights might not fare so well on a hard, slippery floor while being chased. And that’s what this is, isn’t it? He’s going to chase you. A tiny shiver zips up your spine.

“I’m gunna give you a head start, just to level the -”

Before he can finish, you’re taking off. His laughter trails behind you, and after turning a corner in the endless rows of cubicles, you drop to your hands and knees and crawl, moving another couple rows over like that, holding your breath. There’s a manic thrill bouncing around inside your body, making you shake as you scuttle underneath a desk, both hands pressed over your own mouth. Somewhere nearby, there are soft, light scuffing sounds as he walks. Barely there, hard to discern. If he’s taken his shoes off, you’re fucked.

After a few agonizing minutes of trying to figure out his location by sound, he walks by. The sight of his legs walking away from you almost makes you gasp - almost. God, you can feel your pulse behind your fucking eyeballs. You inch forward little by little on your hands and knees on the carpet. Roman’s still slowly walking the other way. You rise up to a stand for only a fleeting moment before you stumble over your own goddamn feet, making a little sound as you land roughly on your hands and knees again. There’s a moment frozen in time in which you turn your head sharply to face Roman, and he looks behind his shoulder and sees you. There’s a flash of surprise on his face before he’s smirking, turning fully around, and you only make it a couple of steps before his fingers are digging into the collar of your shirt, yanking you back so that you fall down again, this time on your ass.

Limbs are pinwheeling for purchase - you twist in his grasp and he’s on top of you, laughing, practically panting with excitement. In a moment of blind panic, you slap him in the face and he reels a little. In that moment you scramble up and start running again, and he’s on your fucking heels. His laughter titters just behind you and it makes you giggle in return, giddy with the chase, with the weird combination of fear and arousal and anxiety making you throb. You throb everywhere - your pulse finds a loud, pounding home in the tip of your nose, your chest… your cunt.

Wheeling around a corner too fast, you trip again. Roman’s absolutely beside himself, laughing at you as he leans down and grabs your ankles.

“Hey, you really gave it your all,” he commends, voice dripping with derision. He flashes you a grin, all teeth as he starts dragging you backwards. You try to kick and wiggle, but Roman’s stronger than he looks - he has you in a solid grip, clucking his tongue at you. “No, none of that - you had your chances. I win, and I’m going to cum in your little cunt about it. Okay? That was the deal.”

Your skirt rides up and so does your blouse, everything coming untucked and rucking up. The carpet burns as he drags you across it, and you hiss as you squirm to escape it. Roman watches with a hint of amusement, uninterested in your struggle or your discomfort. He drags you all the way across the floor back to his office, and when you try to clutch at the door frame, Roman is swift to toss your legs to the side and take a step closer to kick it away. He finishes hauling you fully into the office and shuts the door, turning to you with his eyes all hooded and dark, cheeks red with excitement. The both of you tremble, the both of you utterly consumed by a manic sort of adrenaline high.

“Well, it’s not being bent over a desk, but - but I kinda like this better. More intimate, yeah? I get to watch you cum all over my cock. Lucky me - and lucky you,” he purrs, pushing your thighs open. When you lift yourself up on your elbows, he yanks your arms down by the wrists. “Dont. Give it up, honey - the struggle is really nice, don’t get me wrong. Cuuute, just fuckin’ cute as shit. But I’m getting impatient.”

He releases you to reach between your thighs, where he pulls at the fabric of your tights with both hands and rips them open down the center.

“Gotta invest in something that doesn’t get sold from a fuckin’ Walmart, babydoll. That was so easy it was barely fun.”

“Fuck you,” you mumble.

“Oh, you will.” Roman takes a moment to pull your underwear to the side. He runs his fingers along your slit, tracing the edges and folds of your pussy as he spreads it open, looking at it, barely teasing your clit. “You know how wet you are? Dripping. How fucking sad is that? Are you - oh, am I pissing you off? Making you all upset? You look like you wanna hit me. You wanna hit me again?”

You glare at him, opening your lips to say something about it when he laughs, shoving his fingers inside of you without warning, curling them, pumping them with a precision that has your glare dissolving. Moans take away all the words you had. Roman looks positively triumphant - he fucks them a little harder, a little faster, relishing the way you make those stupid, breathy sounds, the look on your face indistinguishable from pain. It excites him to think of that, too - hurting you a little.

“God, if you’re this fuckin’ whiny for my fingers, you’re really gunna love what comes next,” he murmurs.

Then you do slap him - but it can barely be called a slap at all. The impulse comes, you run with it in the heat of the moment, and a second too late you pull the slap a little and it barely registers. He blinks a little in surprise, fingers paused in their rhythm. He fucks them into you even harder as his eyes bore into yours, that delicate, angry vein showing on his forehead. His free hands rests on your inner thigh, gripping the flesh there. Keeping you spread.

“Not great,” he deadpans. “Try it again. This time, do it like you give a fuck about doing something right for once.”

You can do that. You can do that very well, and the crack of your open palm against the same cheek stings your hand. The flush to his face is immediate, and his eyes look black as he yanks his fingers out of your body again and he slaps you back with the same hand. He smiles as he watches you wipe your own cum off your cheek, tears welling up in your lashes. He tilts his head and pouts a little, undoing his slacks and pushing them down his hips. His cock bounces free, and the sight of it catches you completely off guard. It’s not that you’d ever had an expectation, or a particularly specific thought as to his size, but he is surprisingly thick. Long. His smooth, rippled cockflesh laced with veins. He grins, stroking it once or twice, and fuck, it looks gorgeous in his fingers like that as he teases himself.

“Yeah, I mean… at least I didn’t slap you with this, right? You wouldn’t even be conscious for what I’m about to do to you. But, you know… maybe another time.”

“Roman, seriously - you’re gunna have to… you know, take it - take it easy, okay?”

Roman’s eyes get absolutely dreamy, shining in the dimmed light and hooded by his lovely, low eyelids, wet lips parted as he crawls up over you. He leans in and lowers down until he can brush his lips just barely against yours, more a tease than anything else. He tilts his head and licks a wet stripe from the edge of your jaw up to your cheekbone, planting a wet, sloppy kiss there.

“Don’t you worry about that.” He reaches between your bodies and runs the fat, leaking head of his cock along your slit, slowly, up and down, back again. Every couple passes, he pushes the tip deliciously against your hole, rocking there but only barely. There’s a crease between his focused brows when he lifts to watch your expression, moving to keep your gaze even when you get embarrassed. “Look at you, all fuckin’ wriggly and full of shame. You getting desperate, sweetheart? Yeah? Wanna ask me for it?”

“Roman…”

“Mhmm?” Roman nuzzles playfully into your neck and nips at your throat, once, twice, a third time - this time hard enough to make you whine in that adorable way, your hips twitching. He chooses this moment to work more of himself in - only maybe an inch, just a little further, where he rocks infuriatingly slow again as he sucks a deep, dark bruise into your skin. He can’t wait to see what you do with that tomorrow - how you’re going to cover it up. But he’ll know. He’ll know it’s there. “Hey - go ahead. Ask for what you want.”

“Can you.. uh,” you mumble, nerves crashing under the sheer overload of sensation, of throbbing need. God, the entire fucking thing - the fear, the chase, the force, Roman being an insatiable goddamn beast hellbent on destroying you; it’s enough to melt your brain. But if finding a few more words is all that stands between you and the rest, then… “Can you please give me… more?”

“More of my cock?” Roman starts edging more of himself inside, a smooth, slow rolling of his hips, undulating. Each little thrust brings him closer to home, and you’re gasping. He fastens his lips to a new spot on your neck, at the juncture of your shoulder. “Just trying to take it easy, right? Be patient - you’ll get it all, honey.”

Finally, he’s worked himself balls-deep. He rolls so softly, so very tenderly against your cervix, the tip of his thick cock kissing against it over and over in a maddeningly erotic tease. Is it still a tease if there’s no room left to fuck into? He pushes your thighs open and lifts himself up a little, looking down at you. His cheeks are as flushed as yours. You’ve never noticed just how many freckles he has over his cheeks and nose, how they dot him delicately like a surreal expanse of dark stars in a pink sky.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself cum, just like this.”

Zero hesitation - you push your hand down between your thighs, between your bodies, and expertly circle your clit with your fingers. The natural clench against the stretch of him feels otherworldly. The bright, electric sensation of stimulation on the soft cusp of your cervix adds an entirely new layer to it; it’s sharp, but pleasantly so. You sneak a peek between your bodies at the way he rolls his hips, down to where he only slightly moves in and out of you. He keeps you impossibly full. You let your head fall back down and catch his smug lips, the way he licks them.

“Fuck… I’m close,” you whine.

“I know… I know.” God, he almost sounds kind. If you weren’t looking directly at him, you’d believe it. “Do it for me. You’re this tight already… I wanna know what it feels like to have your perfect little pussy milk me dry. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to empty my fucking balls into you, you know that?”

“Oh - fucking…- shit-” Your entire body seems to seize up, and all that molten, coiled tension melts in a series of devastating waves, pulsating, rushing from behind your eyes all the way down to your toes as he continues to rock into you like that through the crash of your orgasm. His breathing gets erratic and he’s leaning down to lick at your throat. After you move your hand to cling to him, he starts to really fuck into you, rearing back just to slam his cock back inside. Suddenly you’re skating on the shockwave of a brand new explosion of pleasure as he sees fit to set a punishing new pace. The curve of his cock finally tends to all those barely-touched nerves in his full, brutal strokes, balls audibly slapping against your body.

“Yeah - keep fucking cumming. It’s okay, I know - it’s a lot to take. You’re doing so good - look at you. Like you were made to take my cock, huh, baby? I’m gunna fill you up, okay? You ready?” His voice is drawn high, soothing, making your head spin as you try to fit the tone of his voice with the sly, mean smirk on his lips. He reaches a hand up and presses his fingers against your lips, sliding two of them over your tongue. “Good girl - good fucking girl.”

The feeling of your lips and tongue on his fingers, the sounds you make, the way you keep clenching around him - it’s the perfect storm. His hips falter at the same time his moans do, and his cock is pulsing inside of you. He pushes deep, fingers matching as they wander toward the back of your throat until you whine, gagging, grabbing at his wrist to stop him. Your teeth scrape his knuckles and he shudders as he moans, rutting his hips in time with each thick spurt of his cum. There’s a wonderful sort of haze where both of your bodies are coming down, muscles relaxing. The beginning of the afterglow. Roman removes his fingers as his body stills, dick softening inside of you. He sticks those fingers into his own mouth without even thinking about it, tasting you, your saliva. Finally he separates from your body and pats the inside of your thigh, giving it a strangely affectionate squeeze. It feels more intimate than everything else you’ve done, in some weird way: the way he didn’t look at you when sucking your saliva off his fingers, the tenderness of the squeeze. Those things go quietly inside of you, somewhere else to peruse later. Things Roman wouldn’t really want you to have; accidental gifts.

“That was…” you trail off, exhaling hard to convey your feelings. You laugh a little bit, a bit of tension releasing as you do. “Jesus Christ.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do all that… you can just call me Roman Roy,” he cracks, smiling wryly. He sighs and pulls himself together, running a hand through his mussed hair before it falls right back into his eyes. “I know, I know. Big ol’ fuckin’ hog, devilishly handsome, and hilarious? I’m the entire goddamn package.”

“Don’t forget filthy rich.”

Roman shakes his head and bows slightly to you, hand outstretched as if giving you the floor. “And filthy rich. If I could just fuck and marry myself, I would. Now, uh… is your back okay? Got a little… scraped up, yeah? You need some, like, Neosporin or some shit?”

“Yeah, in fact - could you also bring me some Mickey Mouse bandaids, maybe a lollipop? Some stickers? I’m fine, Roman… thanks, though.”

“Show you a fuckin’ lollipop,” Roman mutters, running his hands over his face. He snaps his fingers, fidgety, gesturing toward the door. “Come on, let’s get the fuck outta here. Fuck the papers. I’ll make somebody else finish it tomorrow. I don’t care. Romey tired.”

Roman places a chaste hand at the base of your spine, guiding you through the doors to end the evening. There’s a comfortable silence as you separate, Roman heading for his car while you go off to your own apartment in the opposite direction. Closer to arriving home, your phone dings. Roman’s name shows up and you ignore the tiny wisp of a thrill in your gut at seeing his name there inside your phone, not having reached out first.

Overtime required tomorrow. My shopper will have new tights for you - you’re welcome. Make it worth it. -R

[heyaritou]

「 I F*CKED UP 」

[touchmex4]

happy dyke day to carol aird and therese belivet

[scare-ard--sleigh]

if succ were real in the one piece universe it's absolutely what croco and mihawk talk about when they're on the couch with buggy's head ahdhsdhdh

[sideysvault]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Drunkenly observing the city horizon with Roman ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Pairing: Roman Roy x friend!reader

Summary: Drunken conversations are always held at balconies. 507wc

Warnings: Foul language

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The city always held some kind of adventurous and allusive energy, even at night. And especially when you had too many glasses of wine.

Roman and you had decided to stay in and have a drink on his apartment’s balcony. It was the only spot on the property that you actually liked, probably because it was the only place where the liveliness of the outside world couldn’t be tucked far away. The town’s imperfections seeped into the sterile environment of the apartment, and the beautiful night sky was usually accompanied by a nice, cold breeze.

Both of you were drunkenly laying on the fancy railing of the balcony. You’ve been observing the city horizon for some time now. The conversation had quieted down, and a comfortable silence lingered between the two of you.

You turned to your friend and inquired in a whisper “Do you believe in anything, Romey?”

The man snorted. Taken aback by the sudden earnestness in your voice. He felt way too dizzy for this.

“Oh, you know. Just the usual: Death, and tax evasion, and that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. After Marcia, of course.”

She smiled. All teeth.

“I see. You are drunk drunk”.

He whined. “Come on, you are such a fucking bitch. You know that?”

“And you are a sappy type of drunk. Good to know”.

“Baby, I can practically snort my body weight”

“Yeah. Maybe in your twenties you could”.

Laughter emerged from the duo. She loved to taunt him, on the other hand, he liked the way she would bump her shoulder with his when she did it. And she particularly enjoyed the way his cocky smile looked.

Laughter was always a constant when you shared a space together. It was nice. More than nice.

However, from time to time, you would also enjoy moments of serene stillness. This had become one of them. You slowly enjoyed a cigarette with him. Waves of wind drew your hair away from your face and towards the air, your dress was also lifted just the slightest up your ass. Roman thought you looked perfect. But then, he immediately noticed the increasingly reddening cheeks and nose. He knew that you were starting to feel a bit cold.

“Do you believe in anything?” Roman had his arms closed, and you could sense some solemness behind the humorous remark.

But a stupid smile appeared on your face as you turned to face him again. “Oh, that you look like a matador and anyone would die to fuck you”

The woman gave him a playful theatrical kiss on the cheek. As she always did.

“Yeah, yeah, quoting me. Very nice. Now, let’s get inside before I actually start being into you”

Roman took off his suit jacket and put it on your shoulders. You looked at him with nothing but softness. Then, he hugged by the side as he gently kissed your temple. He wasn’t as bad as people said. Your hand laid on his chest. And he did not let go of you even as you two stumbled back to the apartment.

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[quill-pen]

The same way that Connie gets advice from Bess on the big wedding day about her building anxiety (from remembering what happened last time) mirroring how Adonis seeks help from Wolf.

He could ask Harry, Bob, Tom and Jake, and he has. They’re just all very DIFFERENT from him. He wants the opinion of another gent that knows him best … his brother.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something. Am I forgetting something? Do you think Connie is okay? I heard Bess was with her … oh gods, did I force her to move too fast? S-Should I go to her, do you think? Am I just an old fool for wanting this to work? You have permission to poke and prod me for this forever, but … I need someone to help me calm down. ACTUALLY calm down. If I accepted every shot or cigar I’ve been offered this evening, I’d be on the floor in a pile dizzy and huffing like some freshman.”

Wolf wouldn't be able to help himself from smirking a little bit at his brother. It's been a long time since he's seen his twin this worked up and worried. At least, without the presence and actions of Christmas spirits being behind it all. He just takes a chair and sits calmly in front of the door to keep Adonis from bolting out. It's not the fact Adonis will run away, but the fact, in this state, he'll bolt to Connie and make a fool of himself being in nothing but his drawers. (The creases in his pant legs were not acceptable, according to Magda, so she's fixing them last minute.)

"I received specific instructions from the ladies you're not to see Connie until the first look/she comes down the aisle (you pick what you want them to do, Romey). So, you try leaving this room before then, and I'll knock you flat on your bloody arse just like I used to when we were children. You're not putting me in the doghouse with Bess."

"I'm not being funny, Charlie."

"Neither am. Look, Sammy, Connie is fine. She has Bess and the girls taking care of her. In fact, I'm willing to wager she's in a far better state than you at the moment. Are you sure the pink hearts are the skivvies you want to go with?"

"Charlie! I'm asking you for help, and you decide commentary on my undergarments is the best possible solution!"

"Connie got them for you, didn't she?"

Adonis makes an explosive noise that's part incredulous laugh and part frustrated huff. He throws out his wide wingspan in defeat. "Yes! Yes, as a matter of fact, she did! Are you happy?! Is that what you wanted to know?!"

He turns away to cross the small room and flop onto a lounge on the other side. Covering his face with both hands he massages his brow. "Bloody brothers! You ask them to help get your thoughts in order and they just wind you up to boil and spin!"

Wolf rolls his eyes at the dramatics, but a good-natured smile curls his lips. "All right, all right, Sammy, cool down. I'm sorry. What do you need me to do? Go through the checklist again?"

His twin's desperate but miffed voice is a bit muffled behind his thick palms: "Yes, that would be quite helpful , thank you!"

"Fine. Do you have the ring?"

One of Adonis' hands goes to his breast pocket. "Yes."

"Good. What about your vows? I'm sure you've memorized them by now, but do you have them just in case?"

Adonis sits up and reaches inside his suit jacket to finger inside the hidden pocket. He finds the note cards. "Yes."

"Good. You have your tie. Your jacket. Cufflinks. You have your watch with Connie's portrait in the lid?"

"At the suite, wrapped up. I've decided to present it to her tonight as a wedding gift."

Wolf smiles a bit softly at the endearing sentimentality. "She'll love that," he remarks sincerely.

Adonis gives him a hopeful look. "Do you really think so?"

"I know so."

Adonis smiles a little.

"All right," Wolf huffs. "The ring, the watch, tie, jacket, cufflinks, waistcoat. Soon as Magda finishes your trousers, I think you're all set, Brother. So what are you so worried about?"

His twin's expression turns irked again: Weddings certainly seemed to make men just as emotionally volatile as women. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I'm wedding the most amazing and gorgeous woman in the world who, for reasons beyond human comprehension, has chosen to love and marry me above anyone else and I'd rather not flub this chance up like I have before and hurt her more than she already has been?" He's a bit red-faced at the end of his diatribe, panting and puffing so the buttons on his waistcoat slightly strain.

Wolf just blinks placidly back. "Sammy. You overthink things."

"Oh, that's jolly rich coming from you, Mr. Should-I-or-shouldn't-I-tell-Bess-fancy-her?-Nevermind!-Better-to-just-pine-like-a-lovesick-puppy."

Wolf's mouth twists in annoyance but he just breathes deeply. "I'll let that go, in lieu of the high-stress events of the day," he states.

"Also because you can't deny it," Adonis mutters.

A slight flush colors Wolf's face at that, but he chooses to ignore once again. "Sammy, tell me: Do you not want to marry Constance?"

"No, of course I want to marry her! She's the best thing that's ever happened to me; the sunlight of my life! I-I didn't realize it was possible to love someone as deeply and fully as I love Connie. She's my everything."

"But...?"

"... But... do I deserve her, Charlie? With my history? I neglected and abandoned Isabel and lost her. And, while I've tried my hardest to change from what I was... who's to say I won't do that again? I didn't realize it was happening last time until it was far too late. Bloody hell, I don't think I recognized it until that Christmas Eve! How do I know I won't miss the slip ups again?"

Adonis buries his face in his hands as he shakes his head. "I can't lose Constance, Charlie. Losing Isabel due to my own foolishness ruined me almost past hope. Losing Constance to it would end me, I fear."

With a sigh, Wolf rubs his chin in thought for a moment before rising from his chair and trodding the small distance to the lounge. He sits down beside his brother and clasps his shoulder in a warm, brotherly grip. "Sammy, do you want to know the difference between your relationship to Isabel and your relationship to Connie?"

"What?"

"You just told me Connie is your everything. As much as you loved her, you never ever once said that about Isabel."

Adonis slowly lifts his head and looks at his brother in silent realization.

Wolf smiles encouragingly at him.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and it opens to reveal Magda. Beaming, she holds up a long pair of freshly ironed trousers and sings: "They're perfect now!"

[innocentlymacabre]

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Alastor McGumbo had a name almost as ridiculous as he looked, not that anyone would ever dare tell him so. He took a long drag of his cigarette and turned to his top hat-wearing client, an accessory he believed to be universally nonsensical. The job had been beyond insane to begin with, but it had only gotten steadily worse since work began; the chocolate river running across the entire compound had been the least of his worries.

“Look, you can make the ground edible, but to keep it cured and set you’re going to need to keep this room chilled. And for a room this size, that’s going to a few thousand right there – and no, you cannot pay me in chocolate. The answer to that question will never be yes, so stop asking.”

William’s face fell. “No matter, my good man,” he said, recovering with a literal pep in his step. “You will be paid in full. With legal tender from this here country!”

Alastor’s response was to grunt. He barked an incomprehensible order at one of his people, but the boy scurried off anyway, apparently having understood him perfectly.

William leaned over Alastor. Standing almost a whole foot taller than him, he was able to do so very literally. Everything was literal with William, as Alastor learned only too late. When William said he wanted pneumatic tubes big enough to fit an elephant, Alastor had just laughed – until the job began and he had to figure out a way to do just that.

“Anything else?” William asked in a voice laced with artificial sweetener. Although he apparently wouldn’t dream of putting the stuff in his chocolate.

Alastor straightened up and pushed past him. There was lots else. “With all the extra pipes you’ve got running through the place – the chocolate, the transport, what have you – in the confusion, it seems regular old plumbing has been neglected in Room 2. We’re going to have to rip up the flooring and lay that down. We’re looking at about a month’s delay there – and that’s if I can get Romey to wrangle a couple extra hands for the job. I told you adding all of those pipes would only lead to disaster, and here we are. But no matter, it doesn’t matter who was right – I was – and who insisted on eccentricity.

But, blessing in disguise, because the “cooking marble” you insisted upon for the room’s walls so that you could “roll and dole” – was it? – has come in but there are cracks in the shipment. I warned you that would happen, if you remember, so you can’t hold me liable. Ordering something that delicate from that far away, no way it was going to arrive undamaged. I can fix it, but it will no longer be sanitary enough to bake on. Even if you manage to get the health department to sign off on the rest of this lawsuit waiting to happen, no way will they go in for that.”

William seemed unbothered by the issues. “Oh, no matter. Pipe a little frosting into the cracks and throw it into a kiln. That’ll fix it right up without invoking the ire of the health department.”

“Uh huh,” Alastor replied uncertainly. “Okay, well, moving on. Those trees you wanted? Candy cane and gummy worms for vines?” Alastor internally groaned at the words coming out of his mouth. “They need two different soil types if you want them to continue to grow and putting them next to each other would mean erecting an impermeable barrier between the two, which in turn means an extended timeline and extra cost for the barrier. I would say move one of them to another room. Keep things simple.”

“Oh no, that simply won’t do,” William said firmly. He had been fiddling around with something in his hands the entire conversation but this seemed to demand his full and present attention. “Those trees need to stay together. Pulling from all sources of cacaotastic fauna is an unmovable requirement of what that room represents.”

Alastor let out a heavy sigh. He was losing his patience with this man. “William -”

“- my name is Willy. Willy Wonka. You’ll do well to use it.”

“I am not calling you that.”

“You are aware that all of these extras mean extra manhours, yes?” Alastor pushed on. “Come payment time, I don’t want you dragging your feet and whinging over all the charges.”

“Yes, by my estimations we’re already a hundred and twenty percent over the budget I gave you. How’s that? Am I right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I already said you’d be paid in full, so I really don’t see what you’re standing here for. And no, not in chocolate, although I still think you should at least consider it.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a squat square wrapped in yellow, a golden W stamped across it.

“I don’t want your candy, Willy,” Alastor pushed out slowly, forcing a tenuous smile across his face. Willy didn’t bring up the fact that Alastor had already pocketed the chocolate for himself. “I just want to make sure my people are paid.”

“It’s chocolate, not candy, but fret not! You just handle the construction and I’ll handle the little stacks of paper."

“I’ll send you an invoice...” And with those inspiring words, Alastor walked off, readying himself to deal with whatever new thing was due to go exasperatingly wrong.

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Roman headcanons plsss 👽👽👽 from the most mundane to the freakiest go wild

Roman only enjoys parties and big groups of people because even though he’s intimidated and uses his dark humor as a shield/defense mechanism, the big heavy blanket of noise and chatter and being surrounded by people helps him feel less alone, even though he has no interest in getting to know anyone at all

Roman is a bath man. when he knows he has a lot of time alone where nobody will be interrupting or stopping by, he goes full fucking bath mode. mood lighting, candles lit, maybe even a little wine. lots of bubbles, water hot enough to scald his fucking flesh off. he’ll stay in that bath until his fingers and toes are pruned and he’s practically falling asleep. and it’s not just the bath - he uses expensive, luxurious oils, exfoliates, lotions. i’m talking using those shampoos and conditioners that have placenta in them typa bitch. also, since money and being conscious of the environment isn’t his bag, he’ll drain and refill the water as many times as he needs to keep it boiling hot lol

Roman isn’t a person who masturbates a lot, per se. he has had his calls with Gerri, and some chance encounters of course, but he isn’t a man who boots up whatever hub on the computer and cranks one out. he has 100% masturbated in a public setting multiple times. sometimes that means flexing his cock in his slacks until he cums hands-free in the back of a limo on the way home. sometimes that means humping against furniture in random hotel rooms and watching himself stain the fabric, turned on just by the thought of doing something he shouldn’t be, imagining that somebody is going to find it later and have to clean it up. sometimes he’ll strap a little vibrator around the base of his dick during zoom meetings, rocking very subtly in his chair until he cums - or doesn’t. it doesn’t matter. it’s the thrill alone that’s enough for him.

Roman sometimes uses toys in his ass and will literally moan and whine until he’s crying, it feels so good. naked, dick leaking all over his thighs, toy fully seated inside of him as he rocks on it, dripping sweat and tears and pre-cum until he ropes all over his own belly.

Roman really likes to be hurt, especially slapped. it makes him angry. it makes him feel absolutely fucking alive and electric, and that’s so much better than feeling nothing

Roman actually really likes animals. he’s always a person animals are attracted to. cats like him, dogs like him. birds like him. he’s like a fucking modern day Snow White, but he hates being teased or looking weak so he doesn’t love on animals around other people and maintains that he hates them.

much like the animals he pretends to hate, Roman enjoys being pet. fingers through his hair transports him to a kind of calm he can’t get to on his own. it’s like his baths but a thousand times over. if Roman could lay in a lap and be pet until he falls asleep, he would be able to die happy on the spot.

Roman is artistically talented. he has deft fingers and natural artistic ability, but dropped it as a teenager after feeling like it was too prissy, too gentle and feminine. sometimes when he’s bored he still finds his hands doodling but throws them away. he doesn’t even like art; it’s just in him.

those deft fingers - paired with his mouth - are also talented at pleasure. he’s a fantastic giver of head. dicks, clits, pussies, whatever - he’s focused, knows how to draw it out, how to read the flesh and give it what it needs. but he is so terrified of being vulnerable and rejected or judged that he doesn’t do it much, even though he really enjoys it.

[romulusfuckingroy]

you know what? ill say it. fucked up that we got a romtabs double date with tomshiv but we didn’t get a romtabs double date with conwilla.

like connor would tell embarrassing stories about roman and roman would be dying inside, the girls would keep sharing looks about how fucking crazy their roy boys are, roman would try to get digs in at conwilla about their relationship but they just wouldn’t get the reaction he wants- “it’s so nice that you two found each other. and the whole age gap thing is sooo fucking inspirational. they should make a fucking hallmark movie about whatever the fuck you two got going on.” “oh, well thank you, romey! that’s so kind. could you tell us the story of how you met tabitha again? now that’s romantic.”

give me more of those weak losing dogs and their out-of-their-league girlfriends NOW

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Spromeo

deleted the ask but it was something along the lines of (any spromeo?)

Wedding planning stress 🤵🤵😣

-Specs-

  I frowned softly as i dropped myself onto the couch. Romeo was usually there when i got home. i propped myself up on my elbows and called for him

“Romey?”

I heard a loud groan and soft bang  in response. I pushed myself up off the couch and saw my fiancé seated at our dining room table, half laying across it. I laughed and kissed his hair

“planning not going well?”

“colorsss are hardddd” he whined softly. I patted his head lightly

“i told you to let me help-“

“i got ittt” he whined softly

“lemme help- what’s the color problem?” i murmured, kissing his cheek. he smiled and sat up straighter, holding up two fabric squares. two nearly identical shades of blue.

“which one?”

“what’re they for?”

“tablecloths” he groaned softly. I kissed his hair, squinting at the squares

“honey they look the same” i laughed softly. Romeo inhaled softly

“just please pick one-“ i laughed softly, squinting at the squares again

“Hmmm- they look the same baby—“

Romeo inhaled loudly, groaning

“oh my gaahd you are such a bOy—“ he glared at me “nO tHeY dOnT cAsEy—“ I laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“maybe you should take a break and eat something?” I laughed softly. Romeo huffed 

“I wish- i got a lot to work on” he said 

“like?” i hummed, going to the counter and starting to make him a sandwich. I doubted he’d ate. 

“welli gotta figure out colors of everything and seating and food and-“ he broke off momentarily, inhaling. when he continued, his voice sounded tired and high “and the- the-“ he broke off wirh a small sob. I whipped around. I winced, wrapping my arms around him

“hey- Romey-“ i murmured, hugging him

“s fine m fine its f i n e-“ he said. his accent was starting to come out. I scooped him up into my arm

"cmon love you need to take a break-"

Romeo was very freaked out, squirming and trying to  get his notebook from the table

"Baby I need thattt!!"

i walked to the living room and tossed him onto the couch

"Romey- take a break you've been at it for hours"

Romeo whined softly, starting to get up 

"There's still more I gotta do" I sat on the couch anf pulled him into my lap. I kissed his cheek

"you can do it later baby” i hummed, squeezing him “just take a break with me, okay?"

"Mmm- okay-“ he mumbled, 

"thank you” i nuzzled him “are you hungry?"

"Lil bit-"

"stay here” i hummed, kissing his cheek. I wiggled out from under him and got up, walking to the kitchen. i tossed a bag of small chips onto fhe plate with the sandwich, and pulled a bottle of gatorade out if the fridge. i hummed and walked back to the couch, handing it to romeo

“wait here baby” i hummed, kissing his hair. i went to our room and changed into a hoodie and sweatpants. i grabbed a blanket and pillow for Romeo. Not so shockingly- he was a bit of a diva about being cold. i hummed and came back to romeo picking at the chips. i kissed his hair

“eat it baby” i hummed. he looked st me with puppy dog eyes 

“can we cuddleeee?” 

“aw of course” i hummed, sitting with my back against the armrest.  I let him get himself situated. he had the pillow resting against my stomach, him laying his upoer half on the pillow. His legs were between mine, the blanket over them. I hummed and turned on thr TV. he hummed softly as i turned on a random show. he kissed my cheek

“thank you 我的愛人” he wriggled happily. i laughed softly 

“of course Irog” i hummed softly, kissing his hair “feeing better?”

he nodded 

“yeah” he kissed my cheeks “thank you”

“of course”

“i love you Casey”

“i love you more Romey”

Irog = sweetheart

我的愛人 = my love

sorry if i’ve been nonexistent lately i’m focused on school & my cod blog but im stilk alive 🫶

[kendallroydefender]

Somewhere only we know - Chapter 10 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

Masterlist

Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: Rhea invites everyone to Dundee where Kendall has a surprise planned but a few days later Kendall surprises you with even bigger news.

Authors Notes: Thanks for reading 🤍 hope you guys enjoy it? Also: we’re sooo close to a confession

Wordcount: 3.5K

”So you and Kendall are cool again?“ Stewy asks as he sits down infront of you.

”Hello to you too.“ you smile at your friend who pulls an eyebrow up

”Yeah, yeah we’re talking again.“

”So what? You just forgot what he said? Because I can remember you being depressed pretty clearly.“

you take a breath

”We talked and- and he apologized multiple times.“

The waiter comes to take your orders

”Honey, you can’t just take him back like nothing happened.“

”Trust me, I wouldn’t have but he explained to me why he did it and while it was stupid I understand what his intentions were.“

”Oh fuck off, his intentions?“

”Stewy, please trust me with this. I can’t tell you why he did it but it’s okay. We’re working on healing our friendship.“

He huffs a little before looking at you with a look, you know what he’s about to ask

”Do you know why he did it to me?“

You take a deep inhale before you nod

”Yes.“

He nods opening his mouth to say something

”I can’t tell you why. Stewy please, it’s not my place.“

He nods again, knowing that you can’t talk about a friends business like that

”Can you just tell me if it was a good reason?“

”He had no other choice.“

”Okay. Thank you.“ Stewy says, knowing Logan probably had something against Kendall. He grabs his drink to take a sip.

”But I don’t want this to stand in between our friendship.“ you tell him motioning between you. In the past weeks before you and Kendall started speaking again you and Stewy have become closer than ever and you are thankful for him being there for you. Stewy really stepped up when you needed him.

”You know it won’t.“ your friend tells you and you give him a smile.

You and Stewy eat while you talk about anything that isn’t Roy family related. Afterwards you two go to a

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You’re actually exited to go to Dundee. Well, not for the anniversary of Logan but to see Kendall. You’ve last seen him a week ago at the premiere of Willa’s play but other than that you haven’t spent much time with him. You were both busy, he went to Argestes and you went to another state to see one of the new clients of your work live. You hope you can spent some time with Kendall tonight.

You arrive at the Place and check into the hotel. After some time relaxing you meet up with your parents for lunch. You haven’t seen them much either since your father is currently busy tying up ends before he wants to retire. You’re happy for him to step down as a CEO event though he will be acting as an advisor. You’re also happy that he didn’t build the company so the question of who will take over does not include you. This may seem stupid for some people but you’re glad you don’t have to carry the legacy of your father in a field you have no interest in. You’re happy doing what you do.

After lunch you have some time to yourself before you start to get ready. The dress you chose is perfect for the occasion, not over the top but stunning nonetheless.

Your team arrives and you get your hair and make up done. The way to the big venue is short and you meet your parents again in their car.

The first person you’re met with are Roman and Tabitha. You hug the blonde woman before you hug Roman. ”Romey“ you sing, you love to go on his nerves. ”You knew him as a child, right?“ Tabitha asks

”Yes, I did. I can spill all his childhood secrets to you.“ You grin at the younger man, even though you know you never would. His childhood is not something you discuss with strangers like the weather.

”Yeah? Then you can also tell her about the huge crush you had on me?“ he says and you throw him a kiss.

”Hey Kenny.“ you smile as you walk towards him. It’s only now you see the dark haired woman next to him. Your smile falters slightly. ”Oh, hey?“ you say awkwardly, Kendall looks at her for a moment ”Hey… uh this is Jennifer.“ he introduces you to the woman accompanying him. ”Hi, good to meet you.“ you say and she smiles at you. After a few moments of awkward silence you sigh ”Well I’ll see you two around.“ before you head off in a random direction.

You slip out of the door to find some place where it’s a little less crowded to be alone for a moment.

Of course Kendall doesn’t have feelings for you. How could you let yourself fall for him again and expect things to turn out different this time?

You hear footsteps approaching but don’t pay the sound any mind before they come to an halt close to you. ”Can I sit?“ a familiar voice asks. Connor.

You give him a small nod.

”What are you doing here?“ you ask him

”I was on the phone with Willa when I saw you.“ you both don’t say anything for a few beats

”It’s about Kendall, isn’t it?“ he asks with a warm voice. ”It’s not his fault. It’s- it’s nothing.“ you shake your head. After a beat of silence you can’t help but ask

”Am I that obvious?“

”Not more than he is.“ The oldest Roy child had suspected his younger brother to have feelings for his best friend. You give him a look that tells him you’re not believing him. ”Connor, come on. It’s so obvious that he’s not- not.“ you struggle to say it, it would become too real if you heard it out loud. Thankfully Connor understands and speaks again before you finish. ”I don’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing but he will come around.“

”What if he doesn’t? It’s been half our life and we’re still stuck here?“

He gives you a small smile ”Have you thought about taking matters into your own hands?“

You swallow thickly around the lump in your throat ”Funnily enough yeah I have. But.. You know.“ you gesture vaguely in the direction of the ceremony. Connor hums a little.

”Come on, kid. Let’s go inside, the speeches are about to start.“ Connor says reaching his hand out to help you up. Together you walk back into the hall.

Kendall was on the stage about to make a speech.

”Good evening everyone. Thank you for being here to honor my dads life and work.“ he starts

”So when Rhea was planning this thing, she asked me to help out with a tribute of a certain flavor.“

He opened his suit jacket and your eyebrows furrowed, what is he doing?

”Just remember I’m not a professional.“

A beat starts playing and Kendall starts rapping. Your jaw is on the floor.

You can’t believe it. Kendall is on stage rapping a song about Logan. It was absurd but funny and the best thing ever. You pry your eyes away from the stage for a moment to look over the audience. The looks on peoples faces range from shocked to cringing to smiling.

But you genuinely have a good time, the song is catchy, he is really good and most importantly you know how much he likes performing. He always did and he was never able to live it out and seeing Kendall do what he loves, what he’s passionate about just fills you with joy.

”Oh my god. I need to sign you immediately! Ken, you’re so gonna go on tour!“ you laugh at him giving him a hug after he joins the audience again. He chuckles a little.

”Where’s Jennifer?“ you ask when you see him looking at one of the displays on the wall. You wanted it to sound more chirpy but you fear the jealousy in you came through. Kendall notices it too, glancing at you, studying your profile. You keep your eyes fixed on the sign in front of you. He hasn’t heard this tone in your voice for ages. The last time was when you confronted him about Leighton, his college girlfriend.

”Uh, i, I send her home.“

Your eyes snap towards him

”Oh?“

”Yeah it, uh it didn’t really worked. Between us and- and she needed to go back to her play anyway.“

You hum.

”How’re you doing?“ you ask him. He had told you about how he had tried to talk to his mother about the accident and how she’d disappeared the next morning before he had the chance to.

”I’m, uh, yeah I’m good.“

You touch his hand and his finger close around yours. His eyes shine as they look into yours. This feels like an opening. Like it could be the moment you ask him to talk. You want to tell him about your feelings but you’re afraid. But he soon clears his throat. The moment is over.

”So, uh do you wanna get out of here?“ he asks

”Ken, I’m definitely not going to sleep in the same bed you’ve fucked in this morning.“ you tell him pulling a disgusted face.

”You know you slept in my dorm bed in college, right?“ he says with a eyebrow pulled up before he adds ”But yeah, that’s fair.“

”Okay yikes.“ you laugh and he chuckles a little

You think about asking him to your room but then you think you want to have some time to think about your feelings towards Kendall, the fact that you’re in love with him.

”I think I’ll leave now though.“ you say and you watch a look flicker across his face before he nods

”Yeah, uh, sure.“

You don’t want to distance yourself, not after he told you about shiv’s wedding. You can’t, you’re aware how badly it would hurt him. It would seem as if that’s the reason and not your unrequited feelings for him.

But you need to sort your thoughts tonight.

Kendall follows you to the exit.

”I’ll, uh I’ll see you tomorrow?“ Kendall asks sounding unsure, you feel a pang in your chest.

”Of course, Kenny.“ you smile and add ”Can’t get rid of me that easy.“ to assure him.

”But we’re, uh we’re good?“ he asks

”Of course, Kenny!“ you tell him and you quickly hug him.

”I love you, and I want to sent you into a booth immediately so that you can record L to the OG.“ you chuckle, he chuckles too at that

”Yeah, yeah fuck off.“ he laughs before he gives you a squeeze ”I love you too.“

In your room you run yourself a hot bath and put on your favorite music. You slip into the warm water and close your eyes. It’s nice and you can relax for a while but you can’t lie you ask yourself what Kendall’s doing right now. Maybe it’s because you are totally in love with him, maybe it’s because you haven’t seen each other much lately and before that you were fighting but you grab your phone to text him.

'Still awake?'

You ask and watch the message turn to read before the little dots appear

'Of course :)' he texts back

'Want to come over?' You text, knowing you’re in the same hotel

'What room?'

You smile to yourself

'702'

'On my way.' he writes and you jump out of the bath to dry your body and put on some clothes.

”Hey Honey.“ he smiles when you open the door. You two move towards the bed.

”You’re warm.“ he states as you rest next to him.

”Took a Bath.“ you answer as you lay your head down onto his shoulder. He hums, resting his head on top of yours. A bit later his hand slides down your arm until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers.

”I really liked your performance.“ you say sleepily

He squeezes your hand

”Thank you.“

”Did you write it?“

”Uh-huh.“

You smile

”Can you do it again? Private concert just for me?“ you ask and he chuckles

”Okay now you’re taking it too far.“

”Sorry. But it was really good.“ it’s silent for a few moments

”Can you stay? I’ve missed you.“ you tell him before letting out a yawn

”Of course and I’ve missed you too.“ he lifts his head to press a kiss onto yours. You fall asleep soon after and Kendall watches you for some moments. You look beautiful and so peaceful. He’s so happy that you are his friend still. He pulls you a little closer, his nose in your hair, taking in your scent.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A few days later you meet Kendall at your apartment. You made something for dinner and you sit down with him.

”So what’s new?“

”We, uh we have to go to congress.“

”Oh wow. That’s- yeah.“

”Uh-huh exactly.. It’s really fucking serious this time.“ Kendall says.

”Are you going to speak?“ you ask

”Yeah, me and Dad and then Tom and Gerri.“ you hum as a response

”You think Tom‘s gonna fuck it?“ you ask concerned

”He will get training before… but to be honest… probably.“

”You’re going to ace it.“ you tell him sincerely

”Thank you. Do you, do you wanna come?“ he asks before he adds ”Only if you want to of course. There’s a get together afterwards.“

”Yeah, sure. Just text me the details. I’ll be there.“

You take the plates away and move the conversation towards the couch.

”Uh, I’m kind of seeing someone by the way…“ Kendall says, he has known things between him and Naomi were becoming more serious and usually he always told you immediately when he was seeing someone. He doesn’t know why he put it off for so long.

”Wait, this woman from Dundee?“ you ask confused, you thought whatever they had ended that night

”Huh? Oh Jennifer! No someone else.“

”Oh, okay.“ you say and you feel your heart break a little in your chest

”Yeah, we’ve been seeing each other on and off for a few months, but it feels like it’s getting serious now.“

You feel like crying, you had let yourself fall for Kendall again just to get your heart broken when he got in a relationship again. It feels like the Leighton situation in college again. At least you haven’t slept with him this time.

”Cool. Who is she?“ you ask and force a small smile

”Uh, her name is Naomi.“

You nod until you remember something

”Hold on- Naomi Pierce?“ You ask, you’ve seen her before. She’s absolutely stunning. No wonder Kendall is rather with her than with you.

”Yeah, do you, do you know her?“

”No. No, just from the media and stuff.“ you say quickly

”Uh-huh, yeah but she’s totally different than what ATN wrote.“

You nod, most people are different from what ATN writes about them.

”But yeah, I think it could be something real with, with her.“

”That’s- that’s great. I’m really happy for you.“ you say

”Thank you.“ he says

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

You sit down in the audience seats of the congress hall. Connor gives you a nod and a hello as he sits down in the first row. A few moments Naomi walks in and sits down a few seats from you. You swallow, hard. Eyes going back to the scene unfolding in front of you.

You play with your fingers nervously as Logan gives his statement.

Kendall delivers and you would lie if you’d say you don’t feel relieved. He did great. You glance down to the blonde haired woman who has a proud little smile on her face too. Maybe it’s good that he has her.

Afterwards there’s a come together. Senators, staff, friends.

”Y/n. This is Naomi. Naomi this is Y/n my, my best friend.“ he tells

”Hey, so happy to finally meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you.“ you smile, while your heart hurts.

”Yeah, likewise.“ she gives you a small hug.

You talk to her and Kendall and you hate that you actually like her, she’s fun and exciting and you understand why Kendall likes her.

Kendall’s off to talk to some Waystar people, when Naomi excuses herself to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later she comes back to where you stand, you can see it instantly. Her pupils are huge. You clench your jaw, feeling a little frustrated. You’d wished for Kendall to date someone who doesn’t do drugs, who would help him with his addiction. Like Rava did. Like you do. And you really want to give Naomi a chance but if she’s an addict too they shouldn’t encourage each other.

”Hey, you okay?“ she asks and you just nod

”Uh-huh, I’m fine. I- I think I’m just going to leave now. Long day.“

”Oh yeah sure. Should I tell Kendall you left?“

”Im just going to say goodbye to him quickly, but thanks.“

”Alright.“

Kendall is talking to some guy when you approach the too. He spots you and excuses himself.

”Hey, honey.“

”Hey, Kenny.“ you two share a smile

”I think I’m gonna go now.“

”Oh, really? You don’t have to.“

You go to hug him, he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

”Thank you for coming, means a lot to me.“

”Always, Kenny.“ you share a smile

”I’ll call you.“ you tell him and he nods.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••

”Honey, are you okay?“ Stewy asks. You see that he’s wearing sweat pants and some shirt.

”Yeah. Yes… actually I don’t know.“ he gives you a confused look before he says

”Kendall?“ and you nod

”Come in.“ he nods his head towards his living room.

”Do you have anything to drink? Or do you wanna go out?“ you ask and Stewy studies you for a moment. He loves to go out, always ready for a party but you seem different. Kind of frantic.

”What happened?“

”I don’t- I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just have some fun.“ you answer

”Alright, okay let me just change.“

He comes back soon, dressed in a turtleneck sweater. You take your car and go to a bar.

A few drinks in you feel good, you laugh with one of your oldest friends and you’re happy about that.

”We need to make a toast.“ Stewy says slightly drunk

”Oh i know!“ you say excited, equally drunk, before raising your glass

”To Naomi!“ you clink your shot glass with Stewys before drowning the liquid

”Wait, who the fuck is Naomi?“ Stewy says after emptying his shot

”Kendall’s girlfriend.“ you say taking a sip of your drink now. The puzzle pieces in Stewys mind fall into places. This explains you’re behavior. He gives you an empathetic look. He actually feels bad for you. He also thinks Kendall is fucking stupid for getting into an relationship with anyone that isn’t you, since he’s clearly in love with you.

Half an hour later and multiple drinks later you get a brilliant idea as you spot your phone lying on the table.

”I think I should call him.“

”Who? Ken?“ Stewy asks and you nodded eager

”Yeah. Tell him that I love him.“ Stewy grabs your phone from your hand

”Okay Honey, I think that’s enough for the night. Let’s go home.“ he says taking his phone out to get his driver to pick you two up. When his car arrives he takes your hand to lead you through the crowded place.

On the way back, your head is resting against the window of Stewys car.

”It’s not his fault. He hasn’t done anything. It’s just me and my stupid fucking feelings.“ you say. Stewy grabs your shoulder and drags you so your head is resting against his shoulder.

The next morning you wake up in Stewys guest bedroom, wearing his shirt and sweatpants. Your head is pounding and you’re hungover like you weren’t since college.

You check your phone, 10 percent left, it’s only 9 in the morning. You groan and rub your eyes before you head to the bathroom that’s attached to the bedroom.

As you brush your teeth with one of the packaged toothbrushes you swipe through your messages, there’s one from Kendall asking why you called him. Shit. The memories come flooding back to you, you were never as thankful for Stewy as you are in this moment. Thank god he stopped you from confessing your love to your best friend who’s in a relationship.

'Nothing important. Was out and drunkenly called you to talk :)' you type in

'Would have loved to hear your rambling.' He texts back

'No you wouldn’t it’s embarrassing.' You text and think this conversation is over until your phone vibrates again

'It’s cute.' Says his message and you can’t stop your heart from jumping a little.

After you took a shower you walk into the kitchen where Stewy sits looking like he never went out.

”Good morning, Honey. How are you feeling?“

You make a non commital noise. While getting a coffee.

”I’ll leave for Greece tomorrow, you can come if you want.“

”Stewy I can’t.“

”Why not? What’s better for a broken heart than Paxos and souvlaki?“

You roll your eyes while grinning at him

”Can I think about it?“ you ask biting your lip

”Of course.“ Stewy answers you. Maybe it’s a good idea to get away for a few days.

[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts headcanons :)? also what show would you have them do if there were a s5 :D

oh my goodness yes hsmtmts headcanons! I have some that I’ve been thinking about so apologies if this is a horrific mess that jumps all over the place :) also this is going to be very very long so apologies 🥰

after the whole “Romeo and Juliet announcement” for Christmas they get twin golden retriever puppies, one for each of them, and name them Romeo and Juliet. Juliet belongs to Ricky and Romeo belongs to Gina. Romeo is affectionately known as ro or romey and Juliet is affectionately known as ju or juju. (pretty sure this one has been said by people already but I LOVE the idea of it and i had to add Juliet)

furthermore on the Romeo and Juliet topic after Mack leaves Quinn asks Ricky to step in 😍

this is more down the line but I have a vision for in the future when Ashlyn and Maddox want kids. they want to adopt though, and as soon as they find the perfect little red haired munchkin Maddox immediately goes to the hardware store and buys tons of paint and they redo an entire room in their cute little cottage for their kid. idk why but that just came to me in the middle of the night, I had an image in my head of Maddie FaceTiming jet covered in paint laughing/crying as they finish up the room.

jet asks Kourtney out at the big New Year’s Eve party at Ashlyn’s. Enough said. she giggles and accepts and the two become a power couple and a force to be reckoned with.

ricky and Gina continue to meet in the secret stairwell and he continues to climb up through her window even after their relationship goes public

We don’t know what ej is majoring in (at least I don’t remember) so during the middle of his freshmen year he switches it to education. he becomes a teacher and goes somewhere else (somewhere in the Midwest maybe?) to teach middle school sports.

ricky pursues music through college and ends up becoming a famous singer/songwriter/music producer similar to nini but he ends up writing a lot of the songs and soundtracks for Gina’s movies.

Gina pursues her acting career and ends up becoming a total rockstar but she never changed her values and who she is. her and Ricky attend every premiere together

when Dewey gets too old to run camp shallow lake anymore, guess who he asks to take over? Maddox. she happily accepts and moves her and Ashlyn and their red haired baby (ash and Maddie are not married yet btw - can you adopt and still not be married? Dumb question maybe lol) over to California. and one day as they’re going through each of the cabins seeing what shape everything is in, they stop by the honeycomb bunk. Lo and behold as they walk in is a magnificent beautiful romantic picture before Maddox, with a huge framed picture of her and Ashlyn and tons of wild flowers and all her favorite guitars and things. She turns around… and there’s ash with a ring. Ashlyn doesn’t even get to pop the question until Maddox screams and tackles her, laughing and saying “I have to show you something!” She pulls ash behind her over to the theater barn and there is almost an identical setup on the stage, except all of Ashlyn’s favorite things. and now Maddox has a ring. You can guess how it ends. (sorry this one was super long but once I got started I couldn’t stop)

ricky has always enjoyed doing public things for Gina, as we’ve seen. He’s always shouting about his love for her in public, serenading her randomly as they walk through town, etc. well his proposal is exactly the same. They’re on the red carpet for a movie Gina had been kicking butt in (literally, it’s an action movie). (like everyone else has said, they got married young. You decide what age you want specifically) Ricky had been acting a bit nervous and Gina didn’t know why. once they got on the red carpet, in the very center of all those cameras and fans, Ricky took her hand and got down on one knee. Gina’s jaw dropped as Ricky gave the most beautiful profound speech in the world since “I love you forever” and immediately Gina started crying as she said “yes yes infinity times yes!” and everyone cheered and Ricky gave her the biggest hug of his life and spun her around did not let go of her for the rest of the night. *side note: when a reporter asked Ricky if he was nervous about proposing to Gina since it’s very public and what if she says no, Ricky replied with a “that’s not why I was nervous at all. No, I wasn’t nervous that Gina would reject me. We’ve been dating for so long, it’s just- we just get each other. We complete each other. I promised her forever and I’m never going back on that promise. because I do love her forever. No, the only reason I was nervous is because it’s so loud here and I didn’t know if she would hear the things I was saying. I was speaking from the heart! and because I’m on tv being recorded, obviously, what if I mess up and do something stupid? but no, I wasn’t worried at all that Gina would say no.” 🩷 (this one was also extremely long sorry!)

Saw some other rina headcanons (sorry this post might be a lot about them bc I’m in love with them so yeah) but one of them was Ricky gets Gina mystery childcare’s every Valentine’s Day and she literally knows who they’re from but plays along anyway because he’s adorable

Carlos and Seb continue to be a little on again off again through college but eventually settle down in a far-style version of glamping with a huge fancy central house and then a rusty old barn for Seb to do this thing with the cows and such

they have both boys and girls and Carlos insists on having a quince for every one of them (I’m thinking big family…)

all of the respective couples when they have kids name miss Jenn as the godmother 🥹

kourtney is a cat person. idk why. but you cannot change my mind. she’s gonna be a crazy old fashionista grandma with tons of cats telling her grandkids stories while her is half asleep next to her waking up every so often to say “and then I…” and then falling back to sleep

speaking of jetney, jet needs 60 million pep talks before he proposes to kourt - it takes a LOOOOOOOONNGGGG time

i imagine their proposal to be somewhere like iconic. idk I don’t have any ideas where - maybe somewhere overseas?? Kourtney makes her Sharpay dreams come true

Kourtney becomes a world renowned fashion designer and jet is just along for the ride. they have twin boys and a girl and he raises them while working some boring 9-5 job but he loves raising his kids and teaching them all about music and their mama since she’s gone a lot. But they FaceTime every day after school whenever Kourtney’s away for her job, it’s the best part of any day

jenn and mazzy love New Zealand so much that they end up moving there once miss Jenn retires (don’t worry, it’s not for a long time) and when everyone goes for a big reunion party to celebrate the 25th anniversary of hsm4

mike and Lynn don’t actually get back together… do they actually get back together in canon? Or are they just like more friendly towards each other and not so standoffish? Because I dunno, a divorce is very final and then getting back together just offsets the whole change thing Ricky’s gone through. But anyways, that’s just me

nini goes on tour Ricky and Kourtney’s freshmen year in college and Kourtney comes back from Lewis to see her perform in Salt Lake City. nini gets everyone prime seating - even Emmy and jet and Ricky - and they all go and have the best time ever. Ricky and nini don’t kill each other on sight and turns out nini is the biggest die hard rina fan ever and ends up writing a song for them on their wedding day. her and Ricky go back to being better friends and things aren’t so tense after they have a huge raging private concert between them too where they sing all of the thoughts they’ve ever had about each other and just let it all out. It’s very therapeutic for them and helps them understand each other a bit more (same vibe as portwells lil thing in season four where Gina apologizes to ej)

and I’m out of characters soooo more hc and what show they do on the way!! Hope you enjoy!

[strang3lov3]

strange, you’ve officially turned me into a Roman fucker. I came so fucking hard last night to the fantasy of a whiney, subby Roman with a mommy kink, desperate for attention and love and just so pathetic and fucking filthy

-🍒💋

Oh my goddddd fuck yeah :))) that’s what it’s all about, babe. I’m gonna kindly nudge you toward @muttsupreme who writes a lot of really delicious subby romey if that’s what you’re looking for!! They’ll take such good care of you 😌

[reallyromealone]

Romeys fics are just a masterpiece 🤌🏼 *chefs kiss*

Oh why thank you uwu ✨

[birthofcaeneus]

Hi Torrance!! Let's doooo Both your guys (Wallace and Roman) being tied up and orgasm denial

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

Wallace is definitely into both these things, though I think he's more of a giver than a receiver. He likes being in control whether he's on the bottom or the top. It's so much fun making pretty boys grovel to cum! He can be really sweet or really condescending depending on the scenario and partner. Or both! Like, "Awwww, you poor baby... Shhh, I know, I know, you're doing so good." I think he'd enjoy getting tied up more than orgasm denial.

Roman likes it in theory, but he's so fucking bratty and fidgety all the time, I know he'd have a complicated relationship with these things. He'd start by projecting his usual bravado, trying to egg you into playing around with him more. Then he starts getting whiny and petulant but doesn’t want to admit that he’s begging. Then he just straight-up starts begging. Just a whiny, whimpery mess and "Oh god please can I fucking touch myself already?" Roman, I think, is like… a three-pump chump. Sorry Romey, but if you want to have fun for longer than a few minutes, you gotta behave.

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[cato616]

NEGOTIATING OVER US (part five)

roman roy x fem reader

note: i know i said this before but don't forget english's not my first language lol i just don't y'all to be disappointed

also: i feel like these are a bit short, so sorry about that, my creativity only gets to a point lmao

summary: you catch roman inside your house, and reasonably get much angry at him, can't see his face any longer.

warning/content: just of what was left of part four, so basically no smut at all here; and some emotional angst on both of you

"what the fuck"

you said to yourself wondering what the hell was on the other side. So you rapidly, trying not to be afraid, put a towel around you and also tucking your head with some other towel too, and very fast you grabbed whatever there was in the bathroom that looked at least like a weapon; then slowly going over the door, putting your hand slightly on it, opening it gradually; as soon you see some humanly figure outside, you instantly tried to jump at him, screaming while having your hand up high about to throw the object/weapon you decided to grab.

"WOAH WAIT!" roman yelled trying to stop you from basically breaking his skull.

You stand completely still, catching your breath, very frustrated.

"ro- ROMAN?!" You couldn't believe what you was happening before your eyes.

Roman was starting to stutter, very afraid of the confrontation and what you would've done to him. "i- if you let me explain, wow um- this is... god". Roman laughs at himself by now having his guard down, taking his palms to his face. "i don't believe this is a laughing matter". You tell him very noticeably furious. "yeah yeah i know that" he says now trying to calm himself down, placing his hands over his waist. "i was, um, leaving your coat, i texted you and-" you interrupted him, your face didn't get to change that much of anger but there was some confusion. "you texted me? no... when?" you thought he was lying, then when he was about to answer your question, you remember the massages you decided to ignore earlier. "yeah the little texts you received like half an hour ago i think?". Anger consumes all over again. "oh, so you texted me? great, that incredibly justified your invasion to here". You still keep some distance from him. "your door, y/n, it was open, okay?"

You were now more confused than before, you peeked over where your door was. "it was, open?" Clearly you felt a bit scared, anyone, people like roman or even worse could've come in, and I wouldn't have noticed. You start to think, while slowly lowering your weapon and sitting on your couch, thinking to yourself and zoning out, pretty much still away from roman. "yeah, so, that's pretty dangerous, i mean, i did entered here" Roman did a terrible joke and instantly was aware of how stupid that was. "you don't get to joke around you little shit". You tell him in a serious tone.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened" You were tired enough to try anything so you let him to talk anyway. "okay so, i did actually wanted to come here, bring your coat, say sorry whatever, and then leave, so when-" you interrupt him. "I'm sorry, say sorry, whatever?, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, I'm letting you explain by the way and you still feel like puking for fucking apologizing to me? are you that scared of feelings?"

"woah.. ummm, shit yeah, no" he didn't know what to say after that. "continue your little story roman" very curious what he has to say next. "... yeah, so, i rang your bell, and so then knocked your door, and it opened-"

"so you said, oh! this is a great idea to jerk myself off! that sounds like you by the way" you mocked him. "no, i actually entered because I wanted to see if there was something wrong-" he isn't serious is he? "oh how sweet romey" You kept on teasing him. He looked at you but didn't care about your tease, he knew it was deserving. "... everything was fine, so i left your coat here (he points next to him where the coat is) and then um... i saw the steam over there, you know" He scratched his head, turning his head to avoid your judgy eyes. Your face changed all over again, although, somehow, you got to feel calmed, weren't much on your nerves apparently.

"honestly, roman, it doesn't surprise me you did what you did, that's usually you, disgusting you know... you're fucked, and since we're talking sincerely... i did, actually... like you, just so you know... but, once again, you fucked it up."

You both stood silently, then you get up from your seat to then go to your bedroom for you to get changed, while roman stayed still where he was, processing this whole thing. You came out of your room now fully clothed and much more comfortable, but of course very unhappy of everything.

You stood right outside your bedroom, leaning right next to your door frame. "so... do i need to call (you shrug) i don't know, the police?... daddy?... so that you can get the hell out of my house?" You said very confident over your own person, knowing that roman wasn't capable of doing anything.

When he turns around, you notice he's tearing up a little bit. "tears, really?." You were currently not trusting his behavior. "i had no idea roman roy was able to feel emotions." You slightly smile, crossed your arms over your chest, kept on mocking him; it's like, you wanted him to feel hurt" You see him lowering his head, feeling blue, he only watches the floor. "i get it, yeah, you're right, i am a fuck up (he laughs at himself again, in a way to cope with his nerves)... i made a mistake". He then straightly looks at you. "I'm going to leave now, so..." he doesn't say anything else, then does what he says, and leaves.

All over again, there's nothing but silence and loneliness inside your flat, like always; but now there's only left, you and your thoughts trapped together.

You get to be yourself again, to feel sad and not seem intimidating in front of him. There was something about him when feeling miserable you didn't want to care about. You hated him, you don't want to empathize to his feelings... however, you couldn't help but to feel your heart ache a bit too strong after it. You didn't know what was good or bad anymore, just more loneliness feeding up on you, leading you to then sobbing uncontrollably, while laying on your bed.

Why him. Why me. I deserve better... but why do i have the necessity to be next to him?... was it really even that bad what he did? of course it was, but it is? He just... jerked off on another room in a distance... am i also a pervert by thinking it wasn't that bad? am i disgusting?... why do i wanted to hug him as well after seeing him like that...

what is wrong with me...

Confusing thoughts were consuming your mind, you couldn't escape them, you just tried to rest while bawling your eyes out, until you fell asleep with puffy eyes and dry tears covering your face.

Tomorrow you'll know better what to do.

continue.