#Romeo Romei

[sevenraspberryminutes]

ROMEO: Jeśli religia moich źrenic wykorzysta

Tę okazję, by krzewić fałsz, niech łza się zmieni

W ogień i niechaj oczu herezja przejrzysta

Ginie nie w łez topieli, lecz w morzu płomieni!

Któraś ma być piękniejsza od niej? Nigdy słońce

Nie widziało podobnej, choć jest wszechwidzące!

[scarletttries]

Romeo Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone (Roman Roy Succession Request)

Part Two Available Now!

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Requests: "Roman x Mattson!reader? Forbidden/secret relationship?" AND "Perhaps some smut for Roman Roy? Maybe Roman being on the more submissive side? Thank you!"

Warnings: Smut, spoilers for the new season.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Oh Roman, I'm going to pretend I haven't seen the latest episode so I can continue fancying you without having to think critically about this piece of media 🙃 Thank you to the ABSOLUTE genius that suggested a Mattson! reader, forbidden romance vibe, I loved the request and enjoyed writing this so much, I've gone full Romeo & Juliet! (More like Rome-eo, hahaha I felt like a genius for this). Also this is my first Roman smut so it was a bit of a challenge to try and keep it in the same tone i've written Roman in so far, but I hope you enjoy! As always keep the requests coming :D

Romey-o take me somewhere we can be alone

"Have you had enough of this little ass-kiss fucky fest yet?" You watched the little bubble pop up on your phone and looked across the party in reflex, scanning the crowd until you saw his smug little smile directed your way. You unlocked your phone to reply, scrolling up to glimpse the hundreds of messages between the two of you since you'd met that day at the woodlands company retreat three weeks ago.

***

"Problems working with your older brother? I can relate." You stepped out into the night air to find Roman hunched over the railing of the small balcony, hands threading through his hair so firmly he threatened to pull it out in clumps. His shoulders grew a little less tense as your voice washed over him, hands falling to the edge of ledge as he gestured for you to join him.

"So you're the younger Mattson? You could have fooled me, on account of you not being a massive dick." He laughed at the words but it came out hollow, watching his breath form a white wisp in front of his face in the cold night air.

"Thanks, I try my best to be an actual human being. I hear out of all the Roys you're the most favourable to be around too."

He turned his head sharply to really look at you, the sincerity in your tone and the measured kindness of your words catching his attention.

"Oh yeah?" He probed, hoping another almost compliment would fall from your lips before he did something to ruin this moment. Truth was he'd spend half the weekend watching the way you floated through the conference, poised, humble, soft; the antithesis of your brother Lucas. And so he'd avoided you, sure that any moment spent in your presence would only tarnish the shining light you carried so effortlessly.

"I like to think I've got good instincts for people, and I think there's something about you that's different from the rest of your family. And I mean that in a good way." You were thoughtful as you spoke, treading lightly around the slick man in front of you, sure that one wrong move would have him sprinting back inside, spitting venom in his words as he went.

"That's actually pretty nice to hear these days." Roman replied after a pause, now standing squarely to face you, searching your eyes for any hint of deception and mockery and instead finding a tranquility that washed over him in waves as you returned a smile he hadn't realised he was sharing.

"I'm really sorry about your father by the way. And I'm even more sorry that you have to be here right now." You grimaced at your brother's insistence that this weekend go ahead as planned, every ounce of humanity seeming to leave him the moment his bank account saw a certain amount of zeros. Roman nodded at your words, the taste of condolences still unfamiliar and bitter in his mouth, cursing his father for ruining yet another interaction for him, even from beyond the grave. You read his silence for the pain that it was and set your hand gently on top of his where it rested on the railing.

"Well I should go back inside before any of our siblings accuse us of fraternising with the enemy, but it was nice to meet you. I really mean that."

Panic rose up in the back of Roman's throat as you turned to move away, not yet ready for this moment to end, feeling better than he had in weeks. He ignored the voice crying out inside him to stay strong, to isolate himself, to trust no one, and instead caught your rising hand with his.

"Maybe we could fraternise just a little longer.

***

And so you and Roman had spent an evening sharing in the perils of being a younger sibling in your strange corporate worlds, swapping numbers and an unspoken agreement to keep this from your families as you departed the next day, Roman touching the spot on his cheek you had blessed with a gentle kiss when he snuck into your treehouse to say a real goodbye. And so followed weeks of secret texts and furtive phone calls, pouring out your souls until finally you were back in the same room, parted in a hotel lobby by a sea of political donors and movers and shakers, but feeling only one pair of eyes on you.

"I thought you'd never ask." You sent back in response, locking eyes with him once again and tipping your head toward an emergency exit you had checked led to a service elevator. From opposite sides of the room you each slipped through the crowd, trying your best to be unseen, aware that any of these prying eyes could collapse what you had delicately built with a single passing comment. As you reached the door you did a final scan to ensure there were no Waystar or GoJo members nearby who could catch a glimpse of this subtle rendezvous, before backing through the door yourself.

Roman stood waiting between the open elevator doors, looking almost bashful as you dashed towards him, vanishing into the small metal room as he let the door slide shut behind him.

"Thanks for holding it." You couldn't help the anticipation loaded in your tone, facing Roman and finding him stood barely an inch away from your blushing face.

"I had a feeling we were going to the same floor." He breathed out, eyes wide and hands shaking as they rose to brush either side of your face, the adoration clear in the gentle way his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

Before either of you could think your way out of something good, you leant forward, closing the gap between your lips and sending a whirlwind of warmth and glitter spinning through your bodies, the reunion more than worth the wait. His head bobbed forward to return the gesture, body following the movement until he was pressed entirely against you. It wasn't rough, or frantic, or urgent. It was like deep down you knew you'd be doing this forever, so you had all the time in the world to sweetly caress the nape of his neck, parting his lips for a content sigh that only let you taste more of him.

By the time the lift doors opened on your floor Roman could hardly remember where he began and you ended, unsure how he ever coped being half way across the planet from you, needing to keep you as close as he could for every second you could steal tonight. You could feel it too, the desperate pull of your heart towards him, the air of secrecy that only made you want him more, this forbidden fruit the sweetest you would ever taste.

You could feel his cheeks brush against yours as he fought back a smile at finally having you in his arms, and the physical confirmation you had been feeling this overwhelming chemistry too. He would have berated anyone else for believing in love at first sight, but as you rested your forehead softly against his, feeling the joy emanating between you, he didn't think this could be anything else. When you pushed the jacket free of his shoulders, helping him shrug away the fabric until it crumpled on the floor, he had to stop himself from pulling away. Not because he didn't want this with you. It was really the opposite; he couldn't remember ever feeling this way, ever wanting someone to be so close to him, to feel every part of him, and now he wanted that more than anything with you. But he was scared of being vulnerable, and insecure in his inexperience, completely unsure what real intimacy could even look like.

As you worked through the buttons on his shirt, you could see the gears whirring in his head, the unmistakable fear and excitement of a man that's seen a hard-drive's worth of porn but never felt the touch of a person that genuinely cares about them.

"We can stop?" You offered, pulling your hands away from his shirt, only for him to vigorously shake his head and rip it off himself, a stray button clattering across the floor, disrupting the heavy silence.

"I want to." He insisted, his eyes full of desperate desire as you brought your hands to his now bare chest, his heart hammering in anticipation inside. Unsure of what to do next, Roman firmly grabbed at your ass, voice wavering as he tried to take control, feeling like that should be his role,

"Do you like that, you fucking slut?" Both of your faces seemed to contort in discomfort as the words tumbled out of his mouth, his hand quickly releasing and his eyes clenching shut in embarrassment.

"Sorry Rome, I don't even think you like that?" You questioned softly, bringing your fingertips to sweep delicately over the creases in his forehead, his brow slowly unfurrowing as he blinked his eyes open to see you again.

"Fuck, sorry, I was trying to, you know, talk dirty, be sexy." He waved his hands in a gesture of uncertainty as he spoke, surprised you weren't laughing at him or taking the opportunity to run for the door.

"You know talking doesn't have to be degrading to be sexy?" You replied, the calm, confident smile on your face matched by the alluring look in your eye leaving Roman feeling like a deer in headlights, but praying the car will crash right into him.

"Oh yeah?" He gulped, eyes wide as you nodded, pushing him gently so he could step backwards towards the end of the bed. He let himself drift in your current as your touch laid him backwards, every wave of contact soothing his nerves.

"Can I show you?" You breathed in his ear, settling your thighs either side of his legs, feeling all the more powerful for being fully dressed as his bare chest heaved beneath you.

"Please." He begged softly, letting his eyes flutter shut as your lips found his again, fingers tracing a path down his stomach until they reached his belt.

"I'm so glad I got to see you tonight." You sighed against his lips as you began to undo the buckle, feeling his hips twitch, reacting to even the slightest touch. His head leant forward, trying to chase your lips as you spoke, needy for the taste of your kiss as you released the zip and buttons in your way.

"Me too." He eventually sighed out as your lips moved out of his reach, mapping a course across his cheek until you reached the edge of his jaw, applying a little more pressure until you heard the low rumble of moan escape his lips.

"I like hearing you enjoy yourself." You purred, confidence building as he relaxed against your touch, submitting to your control, putty in your hands. Marking a sweet constellation of kisses over his neck you slowly slipped your hand inside his boxers, running one finger over the length of him and feeling him buck up to meet your touch. Roman had never felt both so excited and so relaxed at the same time, never this comfortable with someone exploring his body before, but feeling like he wanted to give every inch over to your control, sure your loving touch could put all the broken pieces of him back together.

You wrapped your hand around his hard length, pumping over him a few times to gage his reaction. His eyebrows scrunched down towards his nose, lips parting as a moan seemed to reverberate through his whole body.

"Does that feel good?" Your tone was sweet, if not a little teasing, sucking on a spot on his throat that seemed to leave him barely able to spit out an 'uh-uh' in response.

"Good, I want to make you feel good, Roman. Will you let me make you feel good?" You praised, bobbing your head down to his chest and picking up the pace of your rubbing hand. Ability to think and speak quickly surrendered, Roman just nodded, for once unable to think of a quippy comeback and just enjoying someone else taking control and being with him so intimately. He'd touched himself like this hundreds of times, thinking cruel, perverse little thoughts the whole time until he was left sitting in a puddle of his own self-contempt. But with you it felt like something new entirely, something positive, and warm, and with each soft praise and gentle kiss that poured from your lips and landed squarely on his chest he could feel his heart lifting, thinking maybe there's a reason he'll only ever thought of it as 'fucking' and not 'making love'.

Your lips drifted down to his chest, gingerly placing a kiss on one nipple and smiling at the way he squirmed under you, eyes now staring down at you in full adoration like you were the most wondrous miracle he could have dreamt of. You could feel his cock starting to twitch in your hand, cooing over him again, sure this wouldn't be the last time the two of you spend a night hiding in the sheets together.

"You're doing so well, Roman. Good boy."

"You feel - so - good." He panted out, the praise bringing him close to the edge before he could really think enough to stop it. Ignoring your own desire stirring up inside your stomach, you gripped your hand on him a little firmer, leaving the other to trace faint circles over his chest, the lingering damp of your kisses only making him more sensitive. Crashing your lips back against his you swallowed his moan before breathing out,

"Cum for me, Rome, please." His lips pressed hard against yours as his hips started to shake, unable to hold back for a second longer and spilling hot white ropes across his stomach, almost whimpering at his sensitive release, overstimulated but still whining the second you released your grip.

His hands reached up to capture your face, somehow trying to portray a lifetime's worth of gratitude and affection in a single overwhelming kiss, before finally releasing you to breathe. As you rose up onto your knees, surveying the smiling fool of a man lying beneath you, you couldn't help but laugh at the state of both of your suit trousers, marred with streaks of sticky white.

"We might need to hide up here for a while until we get cleaned up and dried off, or this might be hard to explain."

"You don't think we could say two seperate waiters happen to get lucky?" Roman rebuffed, pulling a disgusted face as he wiped a finger over the fluid pooling on his stomach.

"Or one waiter got very lucky?" You suggested with a smile, Roman using every ounce of remaining strength to sit up until his lips could find their way to yours.

"No-one's that lucky, so I guess we better stay hidden. I reckon there's a lot more stuff you could show me anyway." Roman's eyes drifted down your body eagerly, wondering exactly what else he'd been missing by never trying it with the right person.

"You don't think the party will miss us?" You teased, pretending to bat away his eager hands.

"What party?" He scoffed, letting you capture him by the wrists and pulling you back to lie with him, falling so you pinned his wrists either side of him, a position he was more than happy to end up in.

"What about our families?" You couldn't help the worried tinge in your voice as you remembered the seemingly insurmountable barrier that stood between yours and Roman's lives. With unusual sincerity he gazed up into your eyes and said softly,

"Fuck 'em, you're my family now."

[danieyells]

I feel like that they had Leo call Romeo "Ro-Ro" is almost unfortunate lol YEAH "ROMI-SAMA" DOESN'T TRANSLATE BUT "ROMEY" IS CLOSER!!! "Ro-Ro" just feels too close to Taiga's "Lulu" lmao

[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!

[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 🫶

[touchmex4]

"do you picture me..." 🌊

HI !! my name is romeo, but you can also call me nat (among other names!) and i am the #1 CHAPPELL ROAN FAN! i use they/them pronouns and I'm a 16yo genderfluid lesbian ! i'm also autistic, which may affect how i interact with people, so i would appreciate some patience (and tonetags!) this is my main blog (my int blog is artangelzz) , so I'll probably just be posting whatever on here :) reblog heavy probably !! i'm not sure how personal this blog is gonna get yet, but for right now it's open to everyone :) i'm currently hyperfixated on chappell roan and yellowjackets (i am a stereotype) so that'll probably come up a lot on here :)

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🐚 "...like i picture you?"

[magus95]

Roma and Juliette* Romey and Jules. Romeo and Juliet.

Except for the first couple (which is part of my au) the rest is tragic to fart. It is lack of communication.

*Roma (her) and Juliette (her) did have a nice story, thanks to these two. Forced inclusion? Ha, your aunt.

[jackipoostuff]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Salad Dessert Plates, Cottage Dinnerware, Set of Plates, Country Kitchen.

[delectablywaywardbeard-blog]

Crolla parte del controsoffitto, evacuata la corte d'appello di Roma

AGI – Evacuata la sede della Corte d’Appello penale in via Romeo Romei 2, a Roma. Per una copiosa perdita d’acqua, per la rottura di un tubo, è crollata una parte del controsoffitto dell’ingresso. Sul posto, oltre ai carabinieri, la Polizia Penitenziaria. Nessuno è rimasto ferito. source

[satocidal]

romeo, or romee (like romey) everytime u appear that's it.

I’m loving all these small versions of my name aksjsjsj and Romeo is just >>>>>

No because this just sounds so much like a genie “everytime you appear” 💀

Tell me anonymously what you call me in your head <3

[race-isanewsie]

Bein' a kid does sound good, don't it? No worrying about all the adult problems we's stuck with now. I do sometimes go pick up a few papes if I got time, I still look real young so I can make some good money if I'm in the right place at the right time. And yeah, I do have a kid of my own now! Had her for a while, actually, she'll be five next year. Real sweet girl if I say so myself. You'll have to come meet her! -Romeo

Might have ta’ keep my mouth zipped up when’s I meet her, otherwise she’d learn the Racetrack language. Good for ya, Romey. Ya escaped the newsboy life. I still live with ‘em yknow, what else is there ta’ do?

[italianiinguerra]

Medaglie d'Oro della 2ª Guerra Mondiale - Bulucbasci IBRAHIM FARAG MOHAMMED - Mar Rosso, 4 aprile 1941

Medaglie d’Oro della 2ª Guerra Mondiale – Bulucbasci IBRAHIM FARAG MOHAMMED – Mar Rosso, 4 aprile 1941

Nome e CognomeIbrahim Farag MohammedLuogo e data di nascitaIt Atba piccolo villaggio nei pressi di Massaua (Eritrea) , 1908Forza ArmataRegia MarinaCorpo o specialitàÀscari di MarinaUnitàGradoBulucbasci di coperta (sergente)Anni di servizio1925-1941Guerre o campagneSeconda Guerra MondialeLuogo e data del conferimento Mar Rosso, 4 aprile 1941 Luogo e data di morte Mar Rosso, 4 aprile 1941…

[scarletttries]

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

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

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Mattson!Reader

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

Word Count: 1.4k

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

You Were Romey-o, I Was a Scarlett Letter

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm enjoying the tour so far."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[supermarketcrush]

me when the tragedy is inevitable has been inevitable from the start and it was always going to end like this

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Jon Bongiovi’s Kids)

Laura Rosalie Bongiovi (@laurabongiovi)

DOB: July 18th 1993 Age: 28 years old Hometown: Park Ridge, New Jersey Nicknames: Laurie S/O: Marcus Lambert Kids: Hannah and Ethan Best Friend(s): Taylor Wharton, Posey Cobain, and Addyson Hetfield Aesthetic: Quiet girl that’s really nice, but will talk shit if you’re really close

 Jesse Jameson Bongiovi (@jj..bongiovi)

DOB: March 10th 1995 Age: 26 years old Hometown: Park Ridge, New Jersey Nicknames: Jess, JJ S/O: Olivia Wharton Kids: None Best Friend(s): Hayden Rose, Adrian Isbell, and Alejandro Hammett Aesthetic: Doesn’t fuck with toxic masculinity, REAL feminist

Jackson William Bongiovi (@will.jovi)

DOB: November 15th 2002 Age: 19 years old Hometown: Park Ridge, New Jersey Nicknames: Will, Liam S/O: Jasmine Parker Kids: None Best Friend(s): Charles Wharton and Jayden Deal Aesthetic: Wild child, living the rockstar lifestyle

Parker Danielle Bongiovi (@parkerjovi)

DOB: December 25th 2004 Age: 17 years old Hometown: Park Ridge, New Jersey Nicknames: Park S/O: Zeppelin Hetfield Kids: None Best Friend(s): Zeppelin Hetfield and Maleah Hammett Aesthetic: Bimbo and amazing at makeup

Romeo Benjamin Bongiovi (@1ndonlyrome0)

DOB: December 25th 2008 Age: 13 years old Hometown: Park Ridge, New Jersey Nicknames: Ro, Romey S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Landon Hammett Aesthetic: Just a 13 yr old who skates

[keichanz]

That last ask reminds me of my dog she gets so jealous when I’m with men and once whilst my boyfriend at the time was opening a condom packet she burst in the room and took it and ran away I love her to pieces but she’s interfering in my love life😂

;alkdjf;afj OH MY GOD THAT’S HILARIOUS LMAO 😂😂😂 “NO MOM NO SEXYTIMES FOR YOU I AM BABY LOVE ME” xD hahaha

While Romey doesn’t steal condoms, he does like to steal my pads. yes, those pads. i shit you not. i have no idea why, but i think it might have something to do with the outside plastic wrap?? i’ll leave one sitting on the bathroom sink or back of the toilet and one day i’ll come home from work to find it sitting on my living room floor with teeth marks all over it. 

Romeo….whyyy??? i thought i had a picture of him being a thief and waltzing around with this bright orange pad in his mouth but i cant find it dammit

anyway here he is being a derp