#rootworkin

[accustiv-archived]

steven buckingham had an uncanny resemblance to beau carnegie. except he carried himself differently, the line of his shoulders sharper, his eyes sterner, hair pushed back off his brow, making his whole face leaner. and while beau may have been attending the party to win trust with the host in order to replace his father's edward hopper painting with a forgery stevie had been invited by his new best friend to meet a few more of his inner circle. and whereas beau would have been sipping champagne, stevie was knocking back the last of his bourbon and not even showing how much it burned his throat.

matt moreau was an obnoxious asshole but when he slapped beau's shoulder with a sharp greeting, beau just let out a lazy grin, and thought about how much money the oaf was going to earn him. the trick to conning people involved with big, powerful crime families is never let them know how you truly feel; and beau was a master of masking how much matt made his skin crawl. matt's bloodshot brown eyes studied his face, and for a moment beau expected him to speak, but then his gaze slipped past him, and he watched the man's face face light up with a cruel smirk as he saw someone else to focus on. beau found himself being turned by a strong shoulder pressing into the small of his back.

" Ah! " matt barked, " You made it. Come over here, darling, I want you to meet my buddy Stevie. " beau yielded to matt's firm touch, and tuned; but the moment he laid eyes on who was being summoned, he froze. she looked flawless, as always, and suddenly the hand on his back was suffocating. pasha. he fought to keep his breathing regular, but his less than gracious host had noticed his stiffness, and let out a sharp laugh, slapping his back again before his hand finally, thankfully, slid away. " She's pretty isn't she? " he didn't respond, and felt warm breath on his neck as matt leaned in to whisper in his ear, " She's a handful though. " then he moved past him to greet pasha, beautiful and glaring. and beau's face fell, his eyes pleading with her - don't say a word.

@rootworkin

[proofwhisky]

BEING AT THE TOP OF THE class is something that seems to come naturally for Tommy.     It’s as if he has no other choice.     He excels in a structured environment that demands rigid deadlines and schedules.     When he isn’t at parties he’s studying and doing other students’ homework for extra cash.     Part of the stipulations of his full-ride scholarship indicate that he has to maintain an average GPA of 3.5 or higher to keep it.     So that’s what he’s been doing. 

It’s a lot easier not to think about Pasha when he’s at school,     surrounded by beautiful men and women and overloaded with work to do.     It’s easy to forget about her when he’s too busy trying to prove himself to the rest of the student body.     As a marginalized person,     the first of his family to ever attend college,     he feels that he has that much extra pressure on him.

When he comes back from school,     Polly sends him to New Orleans for Christmas,     because she wants to keep her connections with the Devereauxes and having Tommy working for them for the majority of his young life had apparently not been enough.     Now she wants him to go and mingle and tell them all about his grades and his extracurriculars  ( the legal ones,     anyway )  and pretend that he belongs there when the entirety of his best outfit costs less than one of their lamps. 

He’s standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets,     watching people mingle at the Christmas party when he realizes that Pasha has caught him staring.      Instead of looking away he holds her gaze for a long moment and beckons her over with a nod of his head and a smile that is far too charming to belong on a scrappy young boy from Birmingham. 

@rootworkin 

[seudxnimx]

"hades, baby, will you let me fuck you on your throne?"

“Pasha, my sweetheart, no.” The answer easy and quick, tone is mellow though and teasing almost. “But I will let you ride me on said throne.” A slim possibility that he’d let her fuck him elsewhere though.

[never-surrender]

@rootworkin || Jeremiah

They were ready ... prepared. Overly so, actually, if the efforts of both Alpha and Witch had anything to say about it. Wards surrounded the land the central home of the pack rested on, and wolves scouted the area often to ensure nothing had changed. They had all woke that morning, however, to the feeling that it was the day... and just as their instincts said, Jeremiah got the phone call.

Ezra's old alpha was coming ... and he'd get what was his or there'd be consequences to the decision.

Standing in the entry way now with his wife, Jeremiah looked straight ahead, the anger he felt filtering through the pack bonds ... though the only evidence of it in his expression was the smallest of veins popping up on his forehead. Several moments pass before Jeremiah looked down to Pasha, golden flecks in his eyes showing how close his wolf was to the surface.

"Last chance.." to bail ... but Jeremiah wasn't holding his breath for her to take the offer.

[hidiingplace]

• @rootworkin​ • plotted with Todd.

“Lemme guess, this is tha part where yer expectin’ me ta ask if ye been followin’ me or not.” Todd says in that messy and disjointed quebecois-parisian accent. Bright blue eyes beam with deviousness. His smile is ever-present, showing off those finely filed canine teeth as he turns to face the women who’s been asking for his attention as he walks home from work. “I already know ya have been so we ain’t gotta do that ol' song an’ dance.” Todd generally just assumed the cops are always on his case. For the most part, he’s been inside a police station more than a bed –– a haunting reality he hasn’t exactly thought about too hard and long on yet. 

“So whatever ya wanna ask me about, copper–– Yeah, I marked ya a mile away––” Todd says, pointedly, leaned up against the brick wall next to the alleyway with his arms crossed over his chest. Around the corner, his use of the word ‘copper’ has triggered some scrambling from the people occupying the alley way next to him. “I’ll just save ya tha trouble. It wasn’t me, I ain’t do shit, and I ain’t a rat, just a fox.” Todd smirks and offers her a wink. The words are rehearsed and devoid of meaning. If Todd wanted to put a good foot forward with the cops, this wasn’t the way to do it. But, then again, cop was a cop, right?

“Anything else I can help ya with, Officer?” Todd asks, his tone sarcastically sweet as he bats his eyes at her –– feigning the innocent angel act.

[miengsol]

💋👶🍭🍷❤

romance? romance ( ft. shipping ooc meme w/ @rootworkin )

💋 – Is your muse a good kisser? Would they consider themselves one?

i would say so! before his wife, he did have like one or two relationships that each lasted around 6 to 9 months each so he does have experience...that and he was married and even if she was more reserved when it came to the physical aspects of a romantic relationship, please assume they did get it on ;D

as for calum though, i would say he thinks he's okay, nothing too special ( although little does he realize that the reason he's considered a good kisser is because he knows how to read body language and cues 😌 )

👶 – What are your muse’s top three baby names for each gender?

well one of them is erza, but i do legitimately think, his list would be the same regardless of the gender the baby is assigned at birth ( mostly bc no matter what verse calum's in, he will always have married mana at one point- that never changes )

that being said!! here are cute gender neutral names i could see him wanting to give his future child:

seth

sol

ever

ellison

he'd also want them to have a korean name too since his heritage is very important to him <3

🍭 – What are some thoughtful gift ideas to get your muse?

OKAY so this is important because this aspect of another person can either make or break their relationship with calum and when i say make or break, i'm not talking about the costs. especially when it comes to gift-giving as a language, i think it's often misunderstood bc it's not the cost that matters, what matters is the thought/intent of the gift.

so for someone like calum, someone whose parents tried to earn his love through expensive gestures, he's not impressed by extravagance. if you're going to get him a gift, it has to be something that shows you were really thinking of him! in this case, i would say if you get him cool cookie cutters/candy molds, that's always a good place to start since he bakes a lot...get him something he can use.

other ideas tho! honestly if you take him out on a date ( give him an experience ) that also works. but if all else fails you can always get him post-it notes; he goes thru those generously.

🍷 – Describe an ideal date for your muse.

HMMMMMM....first, make sure his child is with someone he trusts. BUT THEN...he's a pretty classy/down-to-earth guy so honestly a dinner date and maybe a nice walk afterwards sounds great to him. he won't mind dressing up, but he wouldn't want the restaurant to be too fancy as that just reminds him of his childhood ( not a good time ).

( but his partner dresses up well....if there is ahem, activities in the bedroom happening, this is a good way to get him enthusiastic JFKLSDJF )

❤ – How affectionate is your muse? How do they feel about PDA?

i'd say he's more on the shy side in public. like he isn't aloof by any means but you won't get him to do anything more than maybe a peck on the lips...granted he does like to tease, BUT he knows how to be subtle in that case.

in private though, he is a lot more touch-affectionate. gives lots of hugs and cheek kisses. he also likes it when he gets to sit next to/cuddle with his partner and simply do his own thing. he used to do that a lot with his wife when she was reading.

[cordiibus]

@rootworkin​​ liked for a lyric starter.

       “ be gentle with yourself as you uncover your best kept secrets ...” 

[crystalpower]

✨ @rootworkin asked: ( meme. )

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

🥞 usually what he makes for himself on saturday mornings... this is the spread. it’s thai, of course...

joke, which is p similar to congee ... rice boiled until it dissolves, and forms a thick porridge that’s almost the consistency of instant oatmeal... he doesn't really load it up w. much... just a lot of habanero pepper slices and some maggi sauce. might slice up a liiiiittle ginger up in it. he slaps a cracked egg on it too. gai yang... grilled chicken, essentially!!! he cooks that shit up pipin’ hot. patongo / a donut but not horribly sweet like the american variety. and shaped more like a strip.

and a cup of coffee... black. nothing added whatsoever. strongly brewed and bitter shit, that’s what he likes!!

🍩 big fan of cool types of chocolate... his favorite chocolate is sold at a little store down the street from his penthouse and it's a super dark chocolate with tumeric and ginger. usually eats his chocolate with a handful of pisachios on the side. his other two favorites are sankaya, which is a thai pumpkin custard. and arroz con leche!

also there’s a place in the city that serves a pineapple-jalapeno icecream and he loves that shit.

🍟 he prefers to cook his own food, but he likes trying what’s around too... his go-tos are cuban food like ropa vieja. somali food, indian food jamaican food, korean. thai, chinese. he’ll try anything and everything! taco bell and burger king if he’s having a bad day. he has a lot of bad days so find him at ya local taco bell, ordering a beefy five layer with a baja blast. anyway he loves trying new foods so if a restaurant opens up, he’s ordering something. he does cook for himself, too. prefers it that way. virote’s the only person who can cook food spicy enough for his palate.

vi’s love for spice is like no other. it’s enough to make other people end up in the hospital.

[recordsstraight]

@rootworkin || Jeremiah

“Now just how many more maternity stores are we going to go to today?” the question was asked without any sort of malice or annoyance. in fact, Jeremiah’s lips were curled in amusement as he carried bags of things that she had purchased either for herself or for their baby. Having got past the first trimester had come as a shock to everybody and effectively rocked Jeremiah’s world view... enough so that just moments ago he had given such a look to somebody that bumped into Pasha that it had sent them running. 

[withbeastsarc]

@rootworkin​ liked x. 

          “  i got a car.  “  he admits,  looking a little sheepish.  “  but it went really bad.  i got swindled.  he must of known that i didn’t know anything  --  it was basically running on nothing.  it managed for the couple hours after i bought it,  and then that was all.  “  elliot smiles,  and shrugs his shoulders.  “  kind of silly.  “  

[romancemoon]

✨ @rootworkin asked 🌙 edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ? forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

edelweiss : the one thing that tested vi’s fortitude was telling his mother no. he always said yes to her, mostly because she has a pretty domineering personality. and no she’s not like a super awful person or whatever! she’s made her mistakes as a parent and she tried her best to apologize and make up for it. and she learned how to pull back. their relationship is great now. but once she started trying to put him on a path he didn’t want, he finally had to tell her, ‘ i love you, but you’re gonna have to let me make my own mistakes and do what i want. ’ and he came out better for it. :) like yeah life busted his ass, but babey there’s always a lesson somewhere!!!

also his other bravest moment was walking away from his first and only relationship. it was abusive. he had no freedom. he was just emerging into adulthood, still mostly a teen. and was preyed on by an older guy that saw someone struggling with coming into their own person. and he’s still paying for that relationship to this day. in heavy therapy, heavy medication, and having a very, very destroyed peace of mind. but he got out of it and that’s what matters tbh.

and no he’s not known to be courageous because he never tells anyone about this shit. no one knows a single thing about his courage. he does not find it relevant for anyone to know. leave him alone and let him tell everything on his own time

that might not be ever because he aint trustin like that.

forget - me - not : not really... i’m gonna be honest i don’t think virote has anything in his personal life that he considers that important. lol. i think he’s forgotten his sisters birthday a couple of times and he beats himself up for that because he loves sanoh a lot, but he really don’t hold anything that dear or close. nothing he’d forget anyway.

also he writes down and plans everything so he’s gonna be reminded regardless it dont even matter tbh lol.

so basically not really. and because he does not care and because he has nothing that important to him.

vi’s sentimental but he’s really not that sentimental. if it’s meant to be remembered, then so be it. if it’s forgotten then maybe it was meant to be forgotten.

[proofwhisky]

THOMAS LIGHTS A CIGARETTE.     The orange flame from his lighter briefly illuminates his face in the damp New Orlean’s air,     flickering and casting ghostly shadows across its rigid mountains and valleys.     All at once he is entirely exposed and utterly alone.     There is not another soul to be seen in the parking lot,     and so he lets down his guard,     just slightly.     That is his first mistake. 

His second mistake is turning his back to the darkened doorway of the restaurant from which he had just emerged with a beautiful woman on his arm.     He’d walked her to her car,     said goodnight,     and left like a gentleman.     They’d spent a pleasant evening catching up over wine and whisky and food that Thomas could barely pronounce.     He’d carried himself well enough,      but he had made his third and final mistake much earlier in the night. 

His third mistake had been that he had not kissed Pasha. 

The flame of the lighter goes out and before he can take his first drag,     there is the sound of the rapid tap-tap-tap of hard-soled shoes on the pavement behind him,     coming closer.     He turns in time to catch the stranger on the side of the head with a closed fist and get a good look at him. 

“ Riviera ? ”

Before he can take a step forward three men take him to the ground and beat him savagely.     He counts the seconds.     173.      And then it’s over. 

There is so much blood that it leaves shining puddles on the black pavement,     the moonlight casting an eerie glow across his broken face.     One of the uninjured men heaves Tommy over his shoulder and carries him to the back of a flatbed truck.      The last thing Tommy hears before he slips into the sweet lull of unconsciousness is the sound of his skull slamming down hard against the sheet of tin that covers the bed of the truck. 

He stirs again when they dump him onto a doorstep and stuff a note into the breast pocket of his suit.     It is still night.     There are fireflies in the air.     The shallow din of crickets and frogs and insects fills his ears.     He knows this place.     Were it not for the smell of copper and iron in his nose he would smell hay and horses and fresh water.     He is on Pasha’s doorstep. 

@rootworkin​

[seudxnimx]

@rootworkin asked for Seth

It took too much to get Seth drunk or even buzzed so there was no point in even trying to get liquid courage for the night but he somehow found it… or rather, Pasha was done waiting for Seth to take it further.

It’s been a few months, more than a few dates, at least Seth considers them that but he’s too nervous to ask for a clarification because limbo is better than being rejected or left. He’s sure it’s something now, the kiss shared turning heated… quickly. As if once she snapped so did he. His hands at her hips as he kisses her, pulling her flush against him as he dips to kiss her jaw and then neck. It’s the simple sound she makes that urges him on, that has a hand move up the front of her stomach and tug at her shirt before his hand roams back down to her hip. Between teeth and tongue he’s left a mark on her neck, forehead pressed against her jaw and he breathes her in. It’s enough for him to groan, borderline growl and have his blood more south than anything.

[never-surrender]

@rootworkin || Naomi

"Excuse me, I'm here to steal your wife, k thanks bye!" Naomi blew in like a spring breeze into the already opened door of Jeremiah's office where Pasha stood, took hold of the woman's hand, and should Pasha not react quickly enough ... would have literally drug her out. There was a genuine excitement in her movements, passing by the newest addition to the area that Pasha had drug home that Naomi absolutely had her eyes on. She had been flirting with him consistently for the past 48 hours, and now? She had solidified at least a meal at her house with him.

Which naturally called for an emergency wardrobe pick.

"I'll explain on the way," smiling, Naomi let go just as they got to her car, unlocking it and slipping into the drivers seat with a heavy, happy sigh.

[hidiingplace]

• @rootworkin​ • plotted for Todd.

“Ya know, I was kinda surprised when ya asked me ta hang out.” Todd muses, pulling his coat off his shoulders and hanging it on the hook at the front door. “With ye an’ Dae bein’ splits-ville an’ all.” Shoes are kicked off, hat hung up as he strides into her temporary new place. He looks around, letting an impressed little whistle fly out between his lips. 

“Ya ain’t spared no expense on this place.” Todd remarks, looking around like a kid seeing some brand new shiny toy for the first time. His fingers itch at the niceness of the place, like they’re twitching at the urge of old habits to steal what he can while her back is turned. He refrains, for now. 

“How ya holdin’ up on that front? Plus, ya know, not ta mention post-kidnapping but on that front too.”

[miengsol]

it’s time to be ( fake ) married || plotted starter for @rootworkin​

When he spots Pasha Devereaux in the hospital café, there’s no sense of elation or joy that comes to mind. Actually, it might be the exact opposite that piles up ( and is still ) in his stomach. Not because of her- no definitely not. 

Nevertheless, fiddling with his work keys, he shoves them into his pocket and opens the café door. Giving his old acquaintance from college a tight smile, Calum slips into the seat across from her. They look normal enough, right? He, in his nursing slacks, and she, dressed sharply as per usual. She was always impeccably well-dressed even back then- must be a wealthy person thing. He would know. But the café isn’t too crowded at this time of day and while it might have been a better idea to have this meeting private, he didn’t want to rouse any suspicion. 

He just hopes her FIANCÉE didn’t notice him back there.

“Hi,” Calum starts, fidgeting with his keys underneath his seat. “Um, do you want coffee or anything- I can, uh get us both something to start since I’m the one who asked you to come by here and uh-“ Oh god, this is not how he wanted to start things off. It’s probably already sketchy enough that he asked to meet with her, a woman with an engagement ring and a wedding already planned out, as soon as possible. What if she thinks he’s trying to break up her relationship? That’s literally the last thing on his mind; he can’t even fathom juggling a relationship right now. And besides, it’s not like he can’t tell her- that wouldn’t weigh easy on him, just as it hasn’t for the last few days. He sighs. Okay, there’s no point in delaying the inevitable- if this doesn’t work out, he can just say he was concerned for a friend. “I, um, I saw your fiancée at the hospital a few days ago; not that he got hurt! But he was talking with some people and, I’m not trying to be nosy, but uh-“

Calum takes a deep breath. 

“Does the name RIVIERA mean anything to you?”