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wambsgansshoelaces · 11 months ago

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Turmoil; Chapter 7

Roman Roy x Reader

a/n: catch the easter egg hehe

Word Count: 2.60k

Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.

After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.

“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.

“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”

“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.

“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”

“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.

“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”

“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.

“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”

“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”

“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.

He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.

You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.

You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.

While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.

You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.

Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.

Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.

To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.

“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”

You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.

“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”

You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”

He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”

“What a firm name,” you say blandly.

“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”

“So you’ve been around a while, then?”

“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.

“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.

“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”

Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”

As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”

“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.

“Er, tax fraud.”

”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.

“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”

“Clients, huh?”

Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.

Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”

Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.

“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”

You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.

Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”

You laugh. “You said that?”

“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”

You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”

“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.

“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”

You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.

He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.

You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.

Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.

Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.

Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.

Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.

As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.

After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.

Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.

“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.

He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”

“I literally just got it.”

“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.

“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”

”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.

“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”

“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”

You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”

You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.

“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.

“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.

“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.

“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”

“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”

“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”

You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”

“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.

He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

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The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”

You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.

Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”

“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”

He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”

The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.

Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.

“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.

“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”

“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”

“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.

“What? It’d be fun, I think.”

“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”

The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.

“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.

The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.

#succession #succession fic #succession hbo #roman roy #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #turmoil #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy slowburn #I’m back pookies

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mister-mickey · 2 months ago

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Descendants two time 😈

Okay so new characters!

Tim Hook, Angela Hook, and Curly Hook! Captain Hook had three annoying brats, hated them so so much, and then eventually was kicked off of his own damn boat by them. Luckily he managed to traumatize them before that so they’re crazy lol. Tim’s lost an eye, Angela lost a HAND and has a hook, and curly is just a bit crazy perhaps

Also, lady Tremaine’s grandchildren! M&M and Cathy who help run her hair salon. They’re both chill, but M&M is so desperate to live in auradon. He can’t help but dream about it. Cathy has other things in her mind. Namely, a certain lady pirate. Angela is mean as hell but Cathy knows she can control it I guess. There’s someone for everyone.

So basically, everyone is kind of used to auradon at this point. Darry and Paul are slowly developing their relationship, twobit and Marcia are getting to know each other (not dating yet, they can’t seem to have that conversation yet). Belle and Adam have kind of adopted pony, soda, and Darry atp because Darry is dating Paul. (And because their dad sucks)

Everyone is doing pretty well, Darry is a bit insecure in his relationship with Paul because of who his father is basically. He wonders if he is somehow not good enough for Paul. He wonders if Paul also secretly thinks this and looks down on him. This is made even worse because of the cotillion thing (Darry has never even been to a formal event before so he’s freaked)

Everyone is doing okay despite that, except for Dallas. Dally (unlike mal in the movies) doesn’t care about what auradon thinks of him. What he DOES care about however, is his friends. His friends are all acclimating to Auradon and he doesn’t exactly fit in with them anymore. Dally is a bit insecure in his own way, and wonders if maybe he’s stunting them somehow and preventing them from being fully happy in Auradon. He’s dramatic and sneaks back onto the isle with his spell book.

Ofc, the second the gang realizes Dallas is GONE TO THE ISLE they freak out. He’s their family!!! they’re worried about him!!! So the gang plans to go after him.

Then Cherry joins in. Cherry is worried about Dallas. She barely even likes him, but she is committed to making the isle kids feel welcome in auradon. Cherry is under the impression that Dallas thinks he isn’t good enough for auradon (when really he thinks he isn’t good enough for his friends). She makes them take her

Meanwhile, Dallas is chilling! He stops by Tremaine’s hair salon first to try and cause problems now that he’s back on the isle. This is where he sees M&M and Cathy, Lady Tremaine’s grandchildren.

Somehow, he feels bad about stealing from them so he doesn’t and instead lets them cut his hair for him. He’s MAD about the fact that he has a conscience now.

Then Angela comes in, steals their money, and leaves (cue the gross gun scene because Angela has a hook and Cathy has gum. Toxic yuri!!)

M&M is very sad about this and dally figured he belongs in auradon more than he does.

With the rest of the gang and cherry, they’re struggling. They find Dallas, but none of them can get him to come back to auradon! They’re all very sad, cherry especially because she thinks she’s failed. They don’t keep a very close eye on her and she gets snatched up by Angela and curly lmfao. Dallas is pretty annoyed at his gang because wtf did they lose ALL of their street smarts?

Now Dallas has to deal with gay ass Timothy Hook and his gang of (two) pirate siblings.

Ofc, Tim wants fairy godmothers wand and manages to beat Dallas in an arm wrestling content for it. Dallas feels very stupid.

They all go BACK to auradon, gets Steve to make a 3d printed wand, get caught by Marcia who wants to help save cherry!! They run into Paul on their way out, who is a little suspicious of all their sneaking out. Darry tells him they’re camping and gives him a peck before running off.

Back to the isle.

Cherry is trying to convince Tim that he should let her go. Tim says he will NOT be letting her go because he wants to see Dallas squirm while he threatens his gf.

Cherry is grossed out and says that she is NOT DATING DALLAS. Tim is annoyed. Cherry came to the ISLE for Dallas surely there’s something. Cherry fake gags.

Cherry still tries to tell tim that he and his siblings can come to auradon. Tim is getting mad now. Luckily, the gang comes to take Cherry back.

They do the wand/cherry swap and get the hell out of there after a battle between the different sides. What they don’t know is that they were in too much of a rush to leave the isle, dropped Dally’s spell book, and didn’t check to make sure nobody followed them out. Dallas was so caught up in escaping with everyone else taht he forgot taht he ran away lol. When he realizes he’s back in auradon he’s embarrassed. They’re all so happy to have him back and safe and he almost feels bad for running away.

They’re back in auradon, having a blast. Darry is still incredibly nervous about cotillion, but Dallas might be even more nervous than him because Dallas isn’t even close to ready. They help each other lol

Twobit and Marcia are both feeling confident because of the fight with the pirates and confess to each other. They’re now dating!

At cotillion, Darry waits for Paul to come so that they can dance. Paul comes WITH TIM!!!! Paul introduces Tim to everyone as his new bf. Darry..

Darry doesn’t fall for that for even a second. He suddenly knows how ridiculously unrealistic this is. He KNOWS Paul is crazy for HIM AND HIM ONLY and realizes that Paul has been spelled. He stomps over, elbows Tim out if the way, kisses Paul to break whatever dumbass spell him out on him, then throws tim off of the boat.

Everyone is a little silent. They look overboard and they don’t see Tim. The auradon fellas all think Darry just killed Tim, but the isle kids know that there’s no way Tim would die that easily. Because Darry is dating Paul, he doesn’t face consequences but it certainly does make people wary of him.

They’re all waiting for Tim to show up and kill them in their sleep or something

Anyway just wait until the sketches come 😈

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missjanjie · 3 months ago

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15 with Anarcia!! 😙😙😙

it felt good to write something actually, a little weird in a way, but good!

15. "Stop filming me doing things!"

Normally, Marcia didn’t mind being filmed. She was an actress – albeit stage rather than screen – she was used to being watched. And she always loved having her girlfriend’s attention on her. This time just seemed to be… different. It had started about a week ago, when they started to prepare for her birthday vacation in the Bahamas.

Admittedly, a week ago was only when Marcia started to notice. For all she knew, it could’ve been going on longer. But Anetra had never been one to film day-to-day activities, being the type to ‘live in the moment’. So when she came to pick her up from her off-season job already recording, it took her girlfriend by surprise.

“You making a movie or something?” Marcia joked as she sat in the passenger seat.

“Or something,” Anetra replied airily, setting her phone down to drive and not elaborating further.

Then it was filming her as they went to get coffee, then grocery shopping. Anetra seemed to be collecting snippets of their daily life without explanation. It was when she started filming Marcia in her pajamas with messy hair, folding laundry, that she finally reacted.

“Stop filming me doing things!” Marcia laughed, throwing a pillow at her. “I didn’t wash my hair last night, I look gross.”

“You always look beautiful, baby,” she cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead. “Greasy hair and all.”

The morning of their departure to the airport, Marcia was going over the basic instructions for dog-sitting to Luxx. “I still haven’t figured out what the video thing is about. Maybe it’s a preamble to a sex tape, like with celebrities,” she mused.

Luxx stared at her for a moment, then let out a laugh. “Girl, are you stupid?” At the blank expression she received, she clarified, “she’s obviously gonna propose.”

Marcia furrowed her brows. She supposed it made sense, the signs were there, but everything except the filming could be explained away – Anetra already liked to go shopping with her, treat her to manicures, it was just her love language. “I mean… it’s possible, but I don’t wanna convince myself just in case it’s something else.”

“Yeah, yeah. FaceTime me to show off the ring.”

Luxx’s words hadn’t left the forefront of her mind until they had checked into the hotel. She wasn’t going to let anticipation distract her from enjoying their vacation. And after an afternoon of lounging at the resort and enjoying the amenities, it was time to go out for dinner.

“Here,” Anetra opened one of their suitcases and pulled out a baby blue cocktail dress. “I thought you might wanna dress up for a night out.”

Marcia’s suspicions came flooding back instantly, but she tried to play it cool. “It’s perfect, thank you, baby,” she cooed, pecking her lips before getting changed.

The restaurant was outdoors on the beach. After a delicious meal and a few glasses of wine, Marcia had to actively keep herself from bubbling over with excitement at the potential proposal, but with every passing moment, her heart rate sped up bit by bit, and as Anetra walked her along the beach to a candlelit and rose petal covered display, she was ready to explode.

“Marcia,” Anetra started as she got down on one knee, retrieving a box from her purse and opening it, displaying a ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She squealed with delight, letting her put the ring on before tackling her with hugs and kisses.

Once the initial surprise and thrill had settled, Anetra got out her phone, this time recording with the front-facing camera with both of them in frame, proudly announcing, “she said yes!”

As Marcia would soon find out, Anetra had been filming her for a ‘countdown until I propose to my girlfriend’ video she uploaded to TikTok, and at Marcia’s suggestion, one to be incorporated into their reception when the time comes.

#anarcia

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 4 months ago

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6 Sentence Sunday- Anarcia Magic/Alchemy AU

I wrote this drabble a few weeks ago and really liked it, so I decided to make it into a whole fic. So here's more of princess Marcia and commoner Anetra with a fantasy twist!

Marcia had no idea how to explain that this man’s supposed daughter performed witchcraft right in front of her and now she couldn’t stop thinking about her. Well, any normal-sounding explanation would do in this situation.

“The duck brought me here,” Marcia said, feeling foolish immediately after that this was the answer she settled on. This man will think she’s insane, and call the village guards to lock her in the dungeon. She’ll never see her family again, or her kingdom, or even get to practice her magic-

“Georgie? He either hasn’t had breakfast or he was sent to find you,” The man responded, seeming unfazed. Marcia blinked at him, not knowing what to say next.

At her feet, the duck, Georgie she supposed, pecked at the back wall in a pattern. Within seconds, the wall had a thin illuminated line into a walkway. The wall turned sideways slightly, and Georgie let himself into the hidden room.

The wall stayed tilted, and Marcia stayed put at where she was standing. Should she go into the room? Get out of here and never leave the castle ever again? She had no idea what her options were.

The man tilted his head, “She can’t keep the door open forever, get in there before my men notice,”

#anarcia #6ss #idk what to call this au yet #my writing #this is probably my longest 6ss lmao

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sexynetra · 1 year ago

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Ooohhh can I have #4 for Anarcia please 🥺

It’s a short little Drabble but I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3 (also as a certified personal heater myself, this prompt really spoke to me)

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Marcia could stay here forever, Anetra’s lithe frame pressed against her back, face buried in her neck as she snored softly. It still felt like a dream, something she had imagined for so long but never truly expected to happen. But here she was, curled in Anetra’s arms, warm skin against warm skin. Anetra shifted, snuggling impossibly closer, warm breath tickling at the hairs on the back of Marcia’s neck.

Marcia moved carefully, not wanting to wake Anetra. Not when she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. She turned in her arms, facing the girl beside her, taking a moment to admire her naked figure; all smooth lines and gentle slopes, tanned skin and intricate tattoos. She let her fingers ghost along the lines of the butterfly that she had spent the past few hours kissing and biting and panting against. The memory sent a jolt of pride through her, knowing that she was the one who got to touch her like that, to make her feel that good. Hopefully, this would just be the first time of many.

Marcia’s stomach let out a pitiful growl and she sighed, fingers moving up to brush against Anetra’s lips before she leaned down to ghost a kiss. “I’ll be right back,” She murmured, albeit there was no need since Anetra was still fast asleep. She carefully extracted herself from Anetra’s grip, rolling out of bed and making her way towards the kitchen.

She knelt down in front of the fridge, shivering slightly at the cold air on her bare skin.

“Marcia?”

Marcia jumped slightly, getting to her feet and turning to come face to face with Anetra, clad in a silky red robe that was draping off her shoulders and covering nothing.

“What are you doing up?” Marcia asked gently, closing the fridge and stepping over to close the distance between them, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Anetra chased after the kiss, strong hand coming to hold the crook of Marcia’s waist.

“My personal heater went away,” She murmured against her lips. Marcia laughed softly at that, pressing her body against Anetra’s.

“Well we can't have that. I wouldn’t want you to be cold,” Marcia breathed out, arms moving to wind around Anetra’s neck.

“Exactly, it’s essential you come back to bed. I’m sure we can find something fun to do to keep us warm.” Anetra smirked. Marcia rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling back so she could start towards the bedroom.

“I have a few ideas.”

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sky4cherry · 1 month ago

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chet and bob have kissed in a round of spin the bottle

i'm gonna tell you every soc pairing i think has kissed during spin the bottle (excluding canon couples) because this is so funny

chet and bob (bob tried to get out of it but chet gave him the world's sloppiest kiss on the cheek)

cherry and bev (they did a cute lil peck)

brill and marcia (he kissed the back of her hand)

chet and trip (chet kissed trip's forehead, but there was wrestling involved to get to that point)

paul and marcia (she kissed his cheek)

paul and cherry (bob smashed the bottle when paul took too long to say he wasn't gonna do it; the game ended 🧍)

#the outsiders #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders chet #chet baker #chet baker you will always be famous #clark brillstein #clark brillstein my little blorbo #the outsiders marcia #bob sheldon #the outsiders brill #the outsiders trip #terrence dipp #the outsiders cherry #cherry valance #the outsiders bob #paul holden #beverly jitney bush #the outsiders bev

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rosenallies · 1 year ago

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I’m so exhausted, for a prompt, would you write some kind of sleepy sashnarcia fluff please?

Cw/ weed smoking throuple <3 sleepy high vibes

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“Marc, pass the joint,” Anetra whined petulantly waiting for her turn.

Marcia giggled sweetly, their eyes glazed over and red as they passed it over. “Sorry, Neech, I forgot I was holding it.”

“We’ve probably all had enough anyway,” Sasha pointed out, through a yawn, “you two both keep dozing off.”

Anetra exhaled, watching the smoke curl in the air and then disappear. “You’re probably right, I’m exhausted.”

She passed the joint to Sasha who took one more puff before putting it out on the ashtray next to her, sealing it back in the baggie it came in before turning her attention back to her partners.

“Good night kisses?” Marcia asked batting their lashes and pouting.

“As if I’d let either of you go to sleep without a goodnight kiss,” Sasha chuckled, leaning in to kiss Marcia, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear. “Goodnight beautiful.”

“Goodnight,” Marcia replied, a blush spread across their cheeks.

“My turn,” Anetra announced, crawling over Marcia in the middle to get to Sasha, looping her arms around her neck and kissing her gently.

Sasha smiled, cupping her cheek. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”

“Goodnight, Sash,” she said, pecking her once more before taking her usual spot on the left, making a pitstop to kiss Marcia goodnight as well.

All at once, they bid the fluffy cat at the end of their bed a goodnight and settled underneath the covers. Sasha turned off the bedside lamp on her side and settled with an arm thrown over Marcia’s waist protectively. Marcia cuddled against Anetra’s chest and Anetra stroked their hair gently, knowing it helped them fall asleep.

Marcia was the first to fall asleep, as usual, their breathing evened out and they snored softly. Anetra pressed a kiss to their forehead as she fell asleep next. Last awake was Sasha, forcing herself to stay awake and think about how lucky she was to have not one but two loving partners. Thinking of the love and light they brought to her life, she fell asleep too, holding tightly onto both of them.

#prompt request #drag racer au

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scarredresolve · 5 months ago

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In a quiet moment, as everyone rushes back to the inn to dry off, Nimbra slinks off out of everybody's sights.

Crow shakes the water off his feathers as he remains perched on her shoulder, watching the tiefling curiously. She doesn't seem bothered by her drenched clothes, nor affected by the water turning her skin cold. Hair sticks to her face, covering her scar, obscuring the look in her eyes. She seems composed in one moment-- a vacant, blank stare practically boring through the window she manages to find herself next to.

But in the next, Nimbra's body goes limp; crashing against the wall until she crumples into a heap on the window bench. Crow frets, immediately; jumping slightly on her shoulder, tugging on her braid, pecking at her head.

Her hand raises, bunched against her brow as the other slams against the cushion; temptation begging her to rip it apart. Her nails dig into her gloves, threatening to draw blood into her palm as her shoulders tremble; biting down so hard on her lip that she could split it in any second.

But she does not weep.

The only moisture on her face is that of the rain-- a reminder of what had just transpired, of what else she had learned that day. She didn't even have time to process what she had learned about the death of her parents before something else was thrown at her-- rage engulfing her entire being and threatening to pull her under.

There was never a time where she wasn't suspicious of Alastor, of what they tried to accomplish in the shadows, far beyond her or anyone's sights.. but to do this.. to be apart of the very group that worshiped the ground Lilith walked on..

Why would they want this? Why would Aelius? If he hadn't tried to tell her, if she had never heard the obscurity in his words, perhaps she wouldn't have been reacting like this now.. but it felt too obvious at this point.

The new base of operations being built in Mistwind. The fact that Marcia knew their names. Even if they never acted as Abbadon, did that make them any better than the rest of their followers?

Crow's insistence eventually coaxes Nimbra into easing out of her rage; quiet, shallow breaths echoing through her ribcage as she eventually reaches up to comfort her companion. As her head lifts, it's clear to see that that vacant expression is no more; exhaustion and utter heartbreak coursing through the lines on her face.

"Idiots.. you god damn fools.."

"What have you done?"

#drabble;#injury tw #YAAAAY EVERYTHING'S GREAT

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moonshotsx · 2 years ago

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Care to share about the Princess au first kisses? 👀

ooo i was waiting for someone to ask 👀

marcia’s first kiss with sasha is very reminiscent of anetra’s first kiss with sasha. it’s by the fireplace, just very soft and cozy vibes. their kiss is barely a peck before sasha deepens it as marcia takes her in

the first kiss with anetra is very more a hit of the moment thing. marcia gets herself in trouble while they are out hunting and anetra is so deadly worried marcia got herself seriously hurt but it ends up just being a scratch. it’s a “thank god you’re alive” kind of first kiss

#anon

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alexlacquemanne · 5 months ago

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Juin MMXXIV

Films

Le Jour le plus long (The Longest Day) (1962) et réalisé de Ken Annakin, Andrew Marton, Bernhard Wicki, Gerd Oswald et Darryl F. Zanuck avec Patrick Barr, Richard Burton, Henry Fonda, John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, Robert Ryan, Curd Jürgens, Georges Wilson, Irina Demick et Christian Marquand

Magic in the Moonlight (2014) de Woody Allen avec Colin Firth, Emma Stone, Marcia Gay Harden, Simon McBurney, Jacki Weaver, Hamish Linklater et Erica Leerhsen

Mosquito Coast (The Mosquito Coast) (1986) de Peter Weir avec Harrison Ford, Helen Mirren, River Phoenix, Conrad Roberts, André Gregory et Martha Plimpton

Ne le dis à personne (2006) de et avec Guillaume Canet et aussi François Cluzet, André Dussollier, Marie-Josée Croze, Kristin Scott Thomas, Nathalie Baye, François Berléand, Jean Rochefort et Gilles Lellouche

Casablanca (1942) de Michael Curtiz avec Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt, Sydney Greenstreet et Peter Lorre

Le Grand Blond avec une chaussure noire (1972) d'Yves Robert avec Pierre Richard, Bernard Blier, Jean Rochefort, Mireille Darc, Paul Le Person, Jean Carmet, Colette Castel et Jean Saudray

Le Retour du Grand Blond (1974) de Yves Robert avec Pierre Richard, Jean Carmet, Jean Rochefort, Mireille Darc, Michel Duchaussoy, Jean Bouise, Paul Le Person, Colette Castel et Henri Guybet

Married Life (2007) d'Ira Sachs avec Chris Cooper, Pierce Brosnan, Patricia Clarkson, Rachel McAdams, David Richmond-Peck et Timothy Webber

Un poisson nommé Wanda (A Fish Called Wanda) (1988) de Charles Crichton avec John Cleese, Jamie Lee Curtis, Kevin Kline, Michael Palin, Maria Aitken, Tom Georgeson, Patricia Hayes et Geoffrey Palmer

Séries

Doctor Who Season 1

Dot and Bubble - Rogue - The Legend of Ruby Sunday - Empire of Death

Maguy Saison 5

L'esthète à claques - Vélo de Rose - Cinémaguy - Tableau d'horreur - Accident de sagesse - Anniversaire moi fort - Kidnapping-pong - L'appel de la mère - Racket sans filet - Vaudou dingue - Médecin retraitant - Propriétaires à terre - Sans crime ni raison - Adultère à délit - Déclics et des claques - Libido bloquée - Achat échaudé - Voirie aux larmes - Méprises de vue - Bouchon en carafe - Marquis dit mieux - Épidémies à la porte - Flagrant délire - Une étoile est nue - Train d'ennuis - Bombages ingrats - Toutou ou rien - Gala galère - Le majordrôle - Brouillon de culture - L'éventaire de rien - Qui s'y frotte s'hippique - Télécom… hic ! - Totem à la folie - Météorite initiatique - Mensonges d'une nuit d'été - Plumeau d'ordre - Taj Mahal où ? - La paix niche en Belgique - Les loyaux de la couronne - La cave se rebiffe - La valse a mis le temps

Totally Spies! Saison 7

Totalement talentueuses - Invasion de grosses bestioles gluantes - Fromage et lune de miel

Le Coffre à Catch

#170 : Yoshi Tatsu, et si c'était lui le futur de la ECW? - #171 : Y2J Chris Jericho à la ECW ! - #172 : Les adieux de Sheamus ! - #173 : Vance Archer nouvelle star : info ou intox?

La croisière s'amuse Saison 6

Pourquoi pas un mariage ? - Péchés de vieillesse - L'Amour sauvage - Une secrétaire intérimaire - À s'arracher les cheveux - C'est loin l'Amérique ! - Romance à bas prix - Ça, c'est de la classe !

Affaires sensibles

Radio Paris, Radio Vichy, Radio Londres : les ondes de choc - Normandie 44 (1/4) : Le rempart du mensonge - Normandie 44 (2/4) : Dans l'œil du bunker - Normandie 44 (3/4) : Le jour de gloire - Normandie 44 (4/4) : Des civils sous les bombes - L'affaire Guingouin : l'honneur bafoué d'un résistant - Mincemeat, l'homme qui n'existait pas - Enigma ou la guerre invisible - Dunkerque, mai 1940 : une défaite, mais aussi une victoire - Chirac, échec et mat : la dissolution ratée de 1997 - Danielle Darrieux dans le train de la honte - Dans les bas-fonds de la République - La tuerie de l'Ecole polytechnique de Montréal

Castle Saison 6

Tout feu tout flamme - Un monde d'illusions - La Rançon de la gloire - Habillée pour le cimetière - Bienvenue dans l'âge ingrat - La Chambre 147 - Lazare - La Voie du ninja - L'Agneau de Wall Street - Le Meurtre du samedi soir - Sport de rue - Veritas - Le Grand Jour

The Hour Saison 2

Une heure qui en dit long - Une heure critique - Une heure, des disparitions - Une heure, une source en danger - Une heure de paradis - Une heure de courage

Les Brigades du Tigre Saison 4

Le Village maudit - Les Demoiselles du Vésinet - Bandes et Contrebandes - Cordialement vôtre - Les Enfants de la Joconde - L'Ange blanc

The Grand Tour Saison 2

Coups de vieux

Spectacles

Un Grand moment de solitude (2015) de et avec Josiane Balasko et aussi Kader Boukhanef, Justine Le Pottier et George Aguilar

Ben l'Oncle Soul: Live Paris (2011)

Un Singe en hiver (2014) de Stéphane Hillel avec Eddy Mitchell Fred Testot, Evelyne Dandry, Gérard Loussine, Chloé Simoneau et Stephan Wojtowicz

Quincy Jones symphonique (2019)

Le duplex (2024) de Didier Caron avec Claire Nadeau, Pascal Légitimus, Francis Perrin et Corinne Touzet

Billy Cobham's Spectrum 50 Project (2023) au Monte-Carlo Jazz Festival

Le Placard (2015) de Francis Veber avec Philippe Magnan, Laurent Gamelon, Zoé Félix, Laurent Paolini, Marie Facundo, Elie Semoun et François Levantal

Livres

Le jour le plus long de Cornelius Ryan

Kaamelott, tome 6 : Le Duel des Mages d'Alexandre Astier, Benoît Bekaert et Steven Dupré

Les aventures de Tintin, tome 21 : Les bijoux de la Castafiore d'Hergé

Les aventures de Tintin, tome 15 : Tintin au pays de l'or noir d'Hergé

#mediatheque #juin24

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