#but he said his name is shiv

[xoxotiamathh]

Bhai now i wanna have sex w my bf but we're both home for the holidays 😭😭 2 states ho gya

[fat-fem-and-asian]

me personally? i'm a mondale roy truther. shiv got mondale when she moved to DC and he knows every trick because she sent him to doggie boarding school. mondale tried to bite tom the first time shiv brought him over and tom carried bacon in his pocket for weeks but still got bit on the ass. 3 months after the finale mondale pisses on the carpet and takes over as CEO, renewing the cycle just in time for the tomshiv baby

[iamhereforfunnzies]

Blind Reader being bratty to everyone in their life until they stop treating the Reader like a baby. Still bratty, but not as bad. So their friends and Tim are the only ones that deal with barely bratty Reader.

But Jason seeing stacks of books around Reader and realizing he can talk to them about Jane Austen? Oh boy, he's probably going to be astounded by the deep philosophical debates they end up having, only for Reader to turn bratty the second he tries to mock or baby them.

Damian realizing he can 'play' with Reader in the way he grew up with and being so ecstatic is sending me. Damian trying to get the drop on Reader, only to find he can't.

Neither can Cassandra. It takes a moment longer than Damian, but Reader knows when anyone is near. It's a difference in air flow, in the vibrations of the floor.

Also, I'm imagine Reader almost never wears shoes when they are at home. They has thick calluses that she has to soak and grate off for when she wears shoes. The shoes they does wear are thin, so they can still feel. Loud places make it more difficult to place where they are going.

I'm also imagining Reader playing chess with their friends. Maybe Damian uses this as a way to try to teach Reader Go? And it's the least bratty he's seen them because the Reader is genuinely trying to learn how to play. And Damian quickly finding out that Reader is not only a genius, but a strategist.

On the part that I saw of Reader being like an Earth bender, I'm imagining they get kidnapped and get so frustrated that they Metal bend the vehicle or chains. Or maybe they're in a place without metal or Earth in general? And getting so scared about not having anything to use to escape, that they Bone bend in a way like a Horror Toad. Breaks bone through skin and uses it as a shiv, only to retract it back through their skin like cat claws.

Blind! Reader friends actually know you being bratty is just a coping mechanism so they honestly don’t mind plus you say the most outrageous shit that they depict as you being dramatic. “Okay and?” Is what they always hear from you. Tim is in a similar case cause he is the closest sibling but your more of yearning type of way of annoying. “I forgot how to do it teach me again.” “Can’t you just help me in this??” “pleaseee just come with me for once” is all he hears from you.

Jason actually didn’t believe you were reading little women. So he would ask you questions which you swiftly replied he was shocked. No way you enjoy this type of stuff it’s probably an assignment for you but when does elementary students read this? Isn’t this a high school curriculum? He took a long look at you when did you change your hair? Your eyes are different they aren’t clear as before. Did you get a piercing??? Maybe you did grow up he snickered. With a mocking voice he said “Aww baby (Name) is all so smart I can finally talk to you.” You paused turn your head to him and threw a book at him it missed a centimeter of his face before you started screaming and sobbing like a baby. Maybe you didn’t grow that much a he thought.

Damian has been trying to get a jump on you for weeks after seeing you bodied that criminal. He tried doing the younger brother strategy to make you feel your older sister obligations, news flash you don’t got any. He quickly realize you’re so used to being so pampered , hidden , and babied by father you never had a single thought of taking care of someone else aside from yourself. It’s not like anyone would ever trust you to do something on your own you can’t even take care of a fish for it to live for a week but regardless he wants to play. It’s only right for you to fight with him since your siblings plus he can help you to be so much better. C’mon we’re brother and sister don’t all they wanna do is play?

Cassandra was shocked that she couldn’t startle you she concluded that your senses must be sharper than a knife. She would try to follow you around like a shadow but you always swat her away like a fly , complaining and whinning how creepy it is for her to be always there but how do you know? Who taught you? It kinda makes her her jealous of the idea someone else helped you. Since the both of you are disabled(even though she is mute and your blind which is sad you two can’t properly communicate).

When Damian made Blind! Reader intrigue by go (Aigo for the blind) he was impressed how fast you can surround him even though you just understand do the game a few minutes ago but even so he is a pro. Damian can see why his classmates finally say you two look alike cause when your focus and quite he can see himself. The was you tsk at him getting more liberties (space) or how you don’t smirk but your eyes does when you surround him and capture his stone. He can see the older sister he could have had. If only you weren’t blind.

I actually think Blind! Reader’s metal bending will be discovered by something so petty since in a previous ask I differentiate Blind!Reader’s as severely more petty , bratty , and less forgiving compared to Toph (Basically her if she was never discovered by team avatar). Like playing Go with Damian and her losing would actually cause the metal chair your sitting to bend which you fall and scream at Damian for pulling such a prank which he didn’t do. I want reader to be sorta unaware of her powers because of the pusher mentality of her being weak and babied all her life. Her strong? She can’t even fathom her being strong. She is always the Damsel not the knight in shining armor.

I am sorry this took long I really want you to know I look forward to your ask actually makes me love writing hahahaha.

[user1smvtysturniolo]

"Quiet" night | Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: dom!Chris x sub!Reader

Summary: you had a crush on Chris since you became friends with him in middle school. One night, of winter break. You decided to have a come over at the triplets house with some friends. This was pretty usual, because you hung out with them almost everyday. But this time, you wanted to watch a movie. Well, turned out you and Chris went out for some "fresh air" and somehow you guys ended up...

Trigger Warning: unprotected sex, praise kink, nipple playing, p in v, pet names, semi-public sex

It was a chilly winter evening when me and Nick decided to spend a cozy night in with his brothers, Chris and Matt and couple close friends. You guys settled onto the plush couch in the living room, blankets draped over our laps as Nick popped in a Christmasy movie. As the opening credits rolled, you unconsciously snuggled closer to Chris, feeling his warm body press against yours.

The first act of the film played out uneventfully, with the occasional laugh and whispered remark exchanged between me and Nick, and some other people. Matt, however, seemed to be struggling to stay awake, his head nodding forward every few minutes. Matt, after half an hour of the movie, Matt had succumbed to sleep, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath his hoodie. We decided to pause the movie for a break, Nick and a friend went to the kitchen grabbing more snacks and the other friend went to the bathroom. While Matt went to his room to sleep.

I was left alone with Chris. Finding myself growing increasingly aroused, by having him by my side. I squeezed your thighs together, seeking some friction to alleviate the throbbing ache between your legs while thinking about an excuse to leave this uncomfortable situation. Unbeknownst to me, Chris noticed the subtle movement and the flush spreading across your cheeks. He turned to face you, a subtle smile on his face.

"Y/n, do you wanna go out and have some fresh air. I feel like you're kind of nervous." He said as he checked your face to understand your expressions. "Oh! Totally. I'll go, I-I'm okay" I said nervously avoiding his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I will go too" he said as he put a hand on top of my shoulder trying to calm me down. I finally got courage to look up at his blue eyes and we both left the house, going to a private park near by.

We sat on a bench and he took my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "Come on, y/n. Do you think I don't notice?" He said as he licked his lips. "W-what?" I asked way too nervous to express my feelings to him. "Do you think I don't notice this". He quickly said as he finally kissed me. I got on top of him in the bench and started kissing him back. His fingers began to wander, tracing the curves of your breasts through the thin fabric of my sweater.

"You're so cute when you get turned on," Chris murmured against my lips. His hot breath sending shivers to my spine. He tweaked and twisted your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. I bit back a moan, not wanting anyone near the park to hear us. Chris's hands grew bolder, sliding under my sweatshirt to cup my bare breasts. He kneaded them gently, rolling the sensitive peaks between his thumbs and forefingers.

My breathing quickened, and a dampness began to form between your legs. Chris seemed to sense my arousal, his touch becoming more insistent. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and tugged, urging you to stand up. With a dazed look in your eyes, you complied, letting him strip off your pants and underwear in one swift motion.

Chris laid you back down on the bench, his gaze devouring the sight of your naked body. He knelt between your spread legs, he bit his lip holding back a groan . "Damn, you're so hot," he purred, leaning in to lick a slow trail up your inner thigh.

Your hips bucked involuntarily at the contact, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Chris chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He reached the apex of your thighs and circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, savoring your taste. Chris's ministrations soon became too much to bear, and you found yourself writhing beneath his skilled mouth. Just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you panting and aching for more.

Before you could protest, Chris flipped you over onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. He gave your ass a firm squeeze, and a few strokes to his dick. And then pressed the swollen head of his cock against your dripping entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you. A loud moan tore from your throat, muffled by your hand clamped over your mouth. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and you fought to stifle further noises that might awake the whole neighborhood around the park.

Chris's grip on your hip tightened as he began to move, his thick shaft pistoning in and out of your clenching heat. "Fuck, you're so tight" Chris groaned, his pace increasing as he drove deeper into your willing body. You could only manage to respond with low gasps and whimpers, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

Chris's praise only served to heighten your arousal. "Y'doing so well, y'moans sound so sexy. Fuck" he praised with low groans, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. His words sparked a new wave of desire within you, and you pushed back against him, meeting his strokes with equal fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud in the silent park, mingling with your muffled moans and Chris's grunts of pleasure.

As Chris's thrusts grew more erratic, you could tell he was close to climax. "Gonna fill you up, m'love..." He warned, his voice strained with impending release. You braced yourself for the onslaught, your inner walls fluttering around his pulsing shaft. With a final, brutal thrust, Chris buried himself to the hilt and held still, his cock throbbing inside you. A guttural roar escaped his lips as he came undone, his hot seed spilling deep into your womb.

The sensation of his warmth flooding your depths triggered your own orgasm, and you cried out silently as a gush of fluid erupted from your core. The intensity of your climax caught both you and Chris by surprise, and you collapsed forward onto the bench, spent and trembling.

For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Then, Chris's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tender embrace as he peppered your neck with gentle kisses. Seconds later, I put back my panties and jeans. I sat down besides Chris in the bench, too shy to even look at him in the eyes. Chris after a few minutes finally broke the silence.

"God, so... you're really into me?" He asked as he stared into the sky while thinking about everything that happened in the last 20 minutes. I looked at him, grabbing his cheek, being centimeters away from him. "Chris, I've loved you since middle school" I bit my lip. He got closer and finally kissed me fully.

When we got back, we were holding hands and really close together. Everyone in the room turned to look at us. They knew my crush on him, and now they know we're in a relationship after all these years. "Y'all are back, we got really worried for you, guys. Didn't even pick up the phone, and now that I see you guys like this I don't even want to know what happened" Nick said jokingly as everyone chuckled at his comment.

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Crash into my life - Lance Stroll x Civil Servent! Reader

Plot: You work in a fancy government job, pretty boring 9-5 but Lance Stroll and his insurance claim makes your job that little bit better

Your job wasn’t exactly fun, wasn’t exactly boring. It was one of those jobs that you’d got it at a young age and worked your way up through the ranks as you’d got better and better and because it was safe and something you were good at you stuck with it.

To keep it short and sweet you were a civil servant. Not like 007 kind of crazy stuff but you did work for MI6 in their fraud, tax and insurance department.

You basically took over insurance claims that were over a certain threshold and had to go through the government for … whatever reason whether they are a foreign National claiming in the UK or something.

Usually it was boring matters such as Chelsea Football Club claiming compensation for things as simple as water damages etc. You didn’t even really get to see anyone, you had the data and you analysed it against the scenario and hey presto you made your pay out.

Your favourite time of the year was winter. More claims came through and life was more unpredictable thanks to the whether. Delayed train into London St Pancreas? No tubes working so you have to make the 20 minute walk to your office building from the station. Slipping on ice, it was the only excitement you got in life which was honestly kind of sad.

For you it started at as a normal Monday. You woke up at 7am, brushed your teeth, got into a nice corporate appropriate outfit, got on the train, got a coffee from Pret before heading into your building.

That was your routine, and you didn’t often differ from it unless you had holiday booked. But working a 9-5 Monday - Friday often meant that you

But it felt like there was a different buzz today around the building like there was something going on.

When you all went into the morning briefing for the cases you’d get today, everyone was way too excited for 9am and the start of the day. You sat down next to your office buddy Shiv and looked around confused.

“What in earth is going on with everyone?” You ask looking over at Shiv who’s typing away on her laptop taking in information.

“Apparently there’s some really interesting cases to work on up for grabs today” she explains and you nod knowing once every blue moon some exciting things would crop up and have the whole office acting like kids on Christmas.

You’re all still waiting for the department boss to come in, joining in conversations about what could possibly be happening today.

“Ladies and Gents please take a seat for the meeting to commence. Thank you. Thank you” he offers smiling and everyone gets comfy.

“So we’ve got some exciting stuff today. I’ve formed a team to deal with the Train Networks Claim, that’ll be Shiv, Brayden and Ravi” he says and they all nod writing in their pads what tasks they’d have to do today.

He went through all of them apart from you, before dismissing the meeting. You were slightly confused and therefore packed up yours things a little slower than everyone else to see if you could stay behind and ask why you hadn’t been given an assignment.

“Y/N could you stay behind so I can talk to you for a moment” he asks and you nod, going to the end of the long conference table where he was stood.

“I like you, you’re young and learn quickly and I want you to progress more than you already have so I’m giving you a really important case. You’ll actually get to meet the said person affected, he’s … of high value so be considerate of your wording when talking to him. Alright thank you, here’s the case! Have a report to me by Friday” he offers and you nod happily. You take a seat opening up the material seeing the name of the claimer immediately.

Lance Stroll

You read through the facts, apparently he crashed his Aston Martin driving down the M1 to get to Silverstone into some sort of government van.

After analysing some of the data yourself, a knock comes on your office door from one of the younger interns.

“Erm, Y/N there’s two men in suits here to see you?” She asks rather than tells you, it wasn’t common for people to come in and out of the building due to the confidentiality of the work conducted here.

“Send them in please, but before you do ask them if they want anything. Tea, Coffee, Water” you smile and go back to reading another report from a police officer who was on the scene of the accident.

You watch as two men walk into your office space. One looking younger maybe the same age as you and one looking significantly older which you assumed was the dad.

“Good morning” you smile lightly before going back to some data on your computer. They took a seat, patiently waiting for you to address them.

Lawrence, who you’d just read about in the report who was indeed the father, cleared his throat as if to get your attention.

“Give me one minute Mr Stroll and I’ll be right with you” you smile, still nose in your computer.

“We’ve come all this way to the city centre to see you it would be appreciated if you didn’t waste our time” he huffs and even just from this reaction a bubbling of excitement started in you, just at the promise of actually seeing a client and talking to them in the flesh.

“I understand that, but I won’t be able to tell you much unless I see all the data” you say looking up at them through your glasses. This time you notice Lance and how he’s just sort of staring at you.

“Can I help you Mr Stroll?” You ask looking over him.

“No, I’m all good. Take your time” he smiles and you nod. In 5 minutes you believe you’ve combed through enough data to talk to them.

“This is awfully interesting I almost never get to see the people behind the claim” you smile happily and they both nod.

“Okay so so far from what I can see is there was a crash in your vintage Aston Martin that was for an event at Silverstone, the race track and that you got into a collision with a government van trailing a foreign national?” You ask.

“In short terms, yes … but” Lawrence tries to declare.

“And you weren’t present Mr Stroll” you say looking in the direction of the older man.

“No I wasn’t” he huffs out.

“Okay, then I will ask you to just step out my office while I get an account of the events from your son, if that’s alright with you. Just down the corridor there’s a waiting room there, help yourself to the food and drink in there” you smile hoping to butter him up a little to get him out.

“Alright” he says before taking his leave.

“Okay Mr Stroll lets…” you start but he interrupts you.

“Lance, please just call me Lance” he offers and you nod.

“Well Lance, it’s not … looking great” you start of slowly and he looks at you shocked.

“What do you mean? Your guys went into me?” He says raising his voice slightly and you give him a stern look that has him sinking into his seat.

“Don’t come into my office and raise your voice when I’m doing my best to help you!” You exclaim placing a pad in front of him.

“Sorry it’s just that my dad isn’t happy already that i totalled a car that was needed for race day” he sighs rubbing his temples.

“Ahhh so you’re an F1 driver. Or is it NASCAR because of the accent?” You ask and he looks shocked as if you were supposed to know who he was.

“Er F1” he offers and you nod.

“You any good?” You ask writing done some more notes as you watch the camera on the government vehicle as Lance’s car didn’t have one.

“Excuse me?” He chokes out and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Well I mean im currently looking at your claims for a super car that you totalled and so I can’t help but ask if your any good” you tease and once he heard the tone he gets it and just rolls his eyes.

“Oh haha laugh it up” he says and you do.

“Im sorry but this is quite possibly the most fun I’ve ever had in this job. It’s rather boring most days so I’m just making the most of it” you smile and he smiles back.

“Okay I can see that they did in fact turn into you. And of course I’m here for the people. The issue is where your Canadian. I can pay out what the car was worth when you originally brought it, but 50,000 for the fact that it was an accident on our part” you say and he thinks for a moment.

“No” is all he says and you look over at him in shock.

“Sorry? What do you mean no, no is my final decision” you say crossing your arms.

“I would like to add something else to the 50,000 on top of the car value” he smiles and you nod, wondering what it could possibly be and admiring the boldness of his statement.

“Id like to take you out to dinner” he smirks and your head shoots up from your laptop.

“I- i cant do that… it’s not professional. I could get told off. I could loose my job.” you admit knowing that if people were to find out about your payout and think it was bad then they’d be asking questions to you.

“Oh come on it’s just dinner to say thank you for being so … helpful” he smiles leaning forward in his seat and you shake your head.

“Fine, dinner it is” you smile.

That was the start of something way bigger than just dinner.

y/user

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Shitshow at the Soulmate Factory (I) • R.R

(Gif not mine)

Request: Please I'm begging on hands and knees, I'll take any Roman or Tom fic. Anything. I would do desperate things for it. Kisses xxx! I honestly love the countdown soulmate au, just running into each other unexpectedly is a really adorable thing for me. Maybe they are late from somewhere and they run into reader, could be whatever. You can also ignore it. If I may I would like she/her reader, but I'm fine with gender neutral reader also. — anon

Summary: In less than twenty-four hours you’ll meet your soulmate. Your friend drags you to some weird underground private party

Warnings: soulmate AU, logan roy mention (also quick mention of abuse), mention of drugs and alcohol and all that shit, not a lot of dialogue I’m sorry lmao, 9/11 mention? (iykyk)

Word Count: 1.5k

A.N: first Roman fic!!! This was actually going to be a blurb and then I kept fucking writing. I hope his characterization is ok, if you have any tips don’t be afraid to let me know!! Hope you all enjoy!

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Roman had never cared for the timer on the inside of his elbow. The black bold numbers inked permanently into his flesh. It was always hidden away underneath expensive suit shirts and well-tailored business jackets. It was a ticking time bomb; never to be acknowledged until it finally blew him to bits.

Or, in this case, meet his soulmate (though to him, that was one and the same).

It's not like he wasn't curious about who some higher power judged to be his soulmate--because he was. It was, however, more of a morbid curiosity. He was Roman Roy for fuck's sake, no one should be tied to him.

His father never talked about his own timer, the one time he ever asked about it he got backhanded so hard he face planted onto the tiled floor beneath his feet. That was that. He laughed it off afterwards, when Ken was placing ice against his bruised cheek. He really should've known.

Kendall had spent months convincing Rome and his other siblings that his timer went off when he first met Rava in college, though they got divorced so he highly doubted that was the case. And if it was? Well shit. That didn't bode well for the rest of them.

Shiv's situation confirmed that he was doomed. Despite Roman being in charge of her soon-to-be husband's bachelor party, his sister once drunkenly confided in him that her timer had went off years before she even heard the name Tom Wambsgans. The next morning, when she called him with a splitting headache, she said she couldn't remember anything she told him the night before. She was fucked too.

Connor was Connor and Roman was sure he had ranted about his at one point, but whatever goes in one ear goes out the other with him.

So when Roman glances at his timer in the mirror it feels like a cooler full of ice water just got dumped on him. His body is frozen but his skin crawls with anxiety. Today was the day. In less than twenty-four hours he was to meet the person he was destined to be with.

What a sick cosmic joke.

He bites his nails and paces the length of his kitchen as he waits for his driver to get to his apartment. By the time he's seated in the back of the car with the smell of worn leather overwhelming his senses the thought is pushed so far back in his mind that he barely remembers why his fingers are absentmindedly stroking the inside of his elbow.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite.

The timer on your wrist was frequently the topic of discussion both with your friends and in your personal journal. It had always been exciting, the guaranteed notion that you were going to meet the love of your life.

Your friends had married their soulmates which had made you believe even more in the timer. The people around you were happy with what the universe had promised and you just wanted that to be you already. You were content waiting but that never stopped you from watching the numbers tick down whenever you could spare a glance.

The childish romanticism of the timer never faded throughout your life.

It kept you going--you woke up in the morning because you needed to know what, or, rather who, the universe had in store for you.

You were jittery in the morning. Not just because your friend was forcing you to join her and a couple others at some underground private club, but also because your timer had indicated that today, of all days, you were going to meet your soulmate. Every inch of you buzzed with excitement.

Toying with your bottom lip you wait for your friend to pick you up. This party would be it, you determined.

It was going to be a dream come true.

The club sucks.

They had taken your phone at the door, the music is way too loud, and your drink tastes sour when it should be sweet. Not to mention the amount of people having sex in every corner of almost every room.

Your friends ditched you about an hour ago and your timer still has an hour left.

Taking a sip of your drink your face scrunches in disgust. Your eyes focus on the drinks behind the bar, the colorful glasses occupying your vision so you don’t accidentally make eye contact with the drugged up people around you. The pungent smell of weed surrounds you.

You sit and watch the bartenders dart across the space behind the bar, mixing and pouring drinks expertly. Men and women approach you occasionally, but you’re not interested in conversation if your timer doesn’t go off.

You wish you had Twitter to at least occupy your mind.

“Hey, I’m Connor.”

You turn to face the man to your right, his grey hair and piercing blue eyes are nice, but your timer doesn’t go off so what’s the point?

“Not interested.” Taking a quick sip of your drink you turn away from the man.

“Oh come on, I just want to chat,” He sits next to you, nursing his own drink. He smells of alcohol and expensive cologne. “Say, where were you on 9/11?”

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock, eyeing the man trying to find any hint of a joke. He looks completely serious.

“Where was I on 9/11?”

“Yeah, I mean, I gotta make sure…y’know what I mean?” He shrugs at you, still waiting for your answer.

Subtly you glance down at your wrist, the numbers now under a minute. Slowly you smile, nerves washing over your entire being.

You get up from the bar stool, drink in hand. “Try that on another girl, I’m sure it’ll work next time.”

Passing by people you attempt to get out of the stuffy room when someone knocks into your shoulder. It’s not hard, but it certainly warranted some kind of apology.

You turn around only to see the other person doing the same.

Your breath hitches when you hear the noise—it’s crystal clear and high pitched, like a bell. Eyes widening you stare at the stranger in shock.

“Oh fuck.” His brown eyes widen at the noise, the realization washing over him. “Shit so you’re—you’re my…?” With one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair he looks you up and down.

“You’re my soulmate…” You say, just above the music. The air feels as if it’s been punched out of your lungs.

The man’s eyes can’t seem to stay still.

Your own eyes run over his handsome figure. His clothes imply at least a decent amount of money—his white dress shirt crisp and recently pressed. The sleeves, however, are rolled up to his elbow exposing his forearms. Your face heats up at this; the casual gesture being a lot more attractive than it should be.

Swallowing down the thoughts and the bubbling nerves you extend your hand.

“(Y/n) (L/n).” You smile, hoping to ease the tension.

“Oh uh, yeah—yes.” He stutters, hand taking your own. His palms are a bit sweaty but he has a nice firm grip. “Roman Roy.”

Roy—well that explains a lot. So far the universe has got good taste.

Your hand tingles as you pull it back to your side. Biting your lip you take him in again, how he flexes his jaw and drums his fingers against his hip bone. The music pumping throughout the room becomes muffled as you focus solely on Roman Roy.

It seems he has a difficult time tearing his eyes away from your own, but eventually he’s successful at examining the expensive watch on his wrist.

“Oh shit fucking damnit…” He mutters, brows furrowing momentarily before softening when his gaze lands back on you. “I gotta go, I have this stupid fucking meeting…” Apologetically he steps closer to you. You deflate a bit at this. “It’s just big company stuff, I’m sorry. Can I uh…can I get your number though?”

Smirking at the question, you nod. Excitement courses through your veins again. “Do you have a pen?”

“A pen? What is it 1999?”

“They took my phone at the door, dumbass, I assume they took yours too.” You snort teasingly.

“Shit.” He pats his body, searching for anything in his pocket. He’s quite quick about it and eventually he finds a shitty black pen with barely any ink in it.

Giggling you write your number down on his forearm before handing the pen back to him.

“You better call me, Roman Roy. I know where you work.” You wink, toying with your bottom lip again.

He flushes at that, cheeks turning pink as his eyes settle on your lips.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna call you.” Clumsily he winks back before turning around and getting caught in the crowd, heading to whatever meeting he had.

Setting down your drink on the nearest table you head the opposite direction, towards the exit, cheeks aching from the satisfied smile on your face.

•

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Tough on Cosmic Horror

Laird Barron: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the story of eldritch forces beyond mortal ken Lovecraft: oh this is my favorite kind of story! Barron: of course the protagonist is a big tough manly man's man Lovecraft: what

Barron: this guy is a real rough and tumble fella Barron: loves beer and broads and bowling Barron: shoots guns Barron: drives a real cool car real fast Barron: was one of teddy Roosevelt's rough riders

Barron: this guy is a real macho dude Barron: this guy eats lightning and shits testosterone Lovecraft: i can't relate to any of this

Barron: and his name is Ramsey Graham Tananarive Moreno-Garcia Barron: Oates Hendrix Vandermeer Blatty uh Barron: Bloch

Barron: he's out doing manly things with his friend Bram Broadus Matheson "R.L." Keene Lansdale Barron: and his other friend Koji Carlton Saul Machen SanGiovanni McCammon Koontz Koontz: hey! my name's Koontz too! Barron: that's not a coincidence, boy Koontz: whooooaaa! Lovecraft: um excuse me? Lovecraft: Laird? Lovecraft: i believe you misspoke? Lovecraft: when you said buff man's man Lovecraft: surely you meant to say reedy academic? Barron: no Barron: no i did not

Barron: look, i think we can all agree Barron: the nerds have run cosmic horror for too long Barron: so i say Barron: [tearing shirt to reveal a second shirt with a NO SMOKING sign over a nerd]

Barron: no nerds! Lovecraft: b-but Lovecraft: you can't have cosmic horror without reedy academics who faint constantly! Mary Shelley: now this guy Shelley: this guy, i like!

Barron: and guess what else? Barron: this guy wrestles gorillas... and wins! King: and wins?!? King: wow! this guy sounds super tough! Poe: that is pretty tough King: boy! i'll bet if anyone is able to stare into the cosmic void and NOT go insane, it would be this guy! King: i would bet money on that! Barron: well, i got some bad news for you steve

Barron: this guy might seems pretty tough Barron: but even this super tough guy can't look into the cosmic void and come away unscathed King: whoa! Mary Shelley: ok back up there laird Shelley: exactly HOW tough is this guy? Shelley: cuz i think i could do it

Barron: actually, mary, it turns out that no amount of toughness can prepare you for the cosmic void Barron: not even Ramsey Graham Tananarive Moreno-Garcia Oates Hendrix Vandermeer Blatty Bloch could do it Shelley: Rip to that guy but i'm different

Shelley: now if some cosmic void tried to make me go insane Shelley: [brandishing shiv] i'd just stab it Shelley: right in its unknowable mystery!

Barron: sorry, mary, but no knife can save you from the cosmic void Shelley: my knife's different Barron: Barron: what's different about it Shelley: its owner Shelley: that means ME Barron: Shelley: bam! right in the unknowable mystery!

Lovecraft: laird's right! it's not about stabbing! Lovecraft: it's about mental fortitude! Lovecraft: the mental fortitude only possessed by reedy academics of an Anglo-Saxon persuasion! Shelley: ugh we're back to this nerd shit

Koontz: what about William hope Hodgson? he's REALLY tough! Koontz: he's like the toughest guy we know! Barron: William hope Hodgson? Hodgson: [swallowing 4 dozen eggs] you say my name, pipsqueak?

Koontz: there's no one as burly or brawny! William Hope Hodgson: as you see, I've got biceps to spare! Koontz: not an inch of him's scraggly or scrawny! Hodgson: and every last inch of me's covered in HAIR!

[lovers-tucked-into-a-quiet-cafe]

141 & Rabbit Headcanons [IKYLHT]

Series Masterlist | Prev: Personnel Files | Next: Chapter One

Please Note: This is my attempt at a spoiler-free introduction to the characters and their dynamics. This is meant to be read before the first chapter, and thus must be vague at points. THIS DOES CONTAIN SOME MW3 SPOILERS

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141 + Rabbit Dynamics:

Soap:

Rabbit's ride or die right here, twin flame type of energy

First person she actually enjoyed the company of at the UK base while on assignment alongside the rest of the Demon Dogs

Subsequently the first to worm his way into her heart- sinks his hooks into her side and refuses to leave (not to worry, you'd have to pry her off of him, anyways)

Runs into her coming out of the mess hall, sees 'Highwater' stitched into her uniform and realizes this was the soldier Sparks had told him about

Oh yeah, that month long prank war with Shane 'Shitbag' Sparks (yes, she'd come up with that one herself) that the rest of the Demon Dogs decided to join in on? He made sure to tell Soap, because why not recruit the demolitions expert in his task of torturing his sister-in-arms?

Soap immediately decides on implementing her rename. 'Oh, you already have a callsign that half the base refers to you by? One that acknowledges your military expertise and the nine grueling years you've dedicated to the service? That's weird, cuz your name is Rabbit now and that's that' type mentality

She knew the reference immediately, hands twitching with the urge to unsheathe her spare knife because there was only one person that'd broadcast the story

Goddammit, Sparks, I will shiv you

"Excuse me? Where'd you hear that from, Sergeant?"

"A good friend never tells. I could always think of calling you somethin' worse?"

"Call me something worse and I'll have you written up for disrespecting a superior officer"

"Understood, Rabbit" said with a fucking grin

Despite being the one to rename her, literally never uses her callsign once he declares them best friends

Calls her Bunny or Bun, which surprisingly did help his efforts in gaining her [platonic] love and affection

Spent damn near every waking moment with her, which unsurprisingly did help his efforts in gaining her [romantic] love and affection

Sparring? Let me wrap your hands

Going out? Here, I'll zip your coat

Smoking? C'mon Bun, tell me what's bothering you, I can help

It was the little, everyday acts of love kindness from Soap that had her hooked on the feeling of being in his presence

So you can imagine how devastating it'd felt for the both of them when the special unit had been called back to the states

Even with promises to call and text and facetime, the feeling of his heart sinking to his stomach made him realize there were feelings he harbored towards Rabbit that went beyond the typical bond between soldiers

But orders are orders, and he'd been sure to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek before ushering her up the ramp and onto the heli waiting to rip her away from him

Not that either admitted it to the other at the time, but they'd both been teased to no end about their 'special friendship' by the rest of their units, cheeks warming yet refusing to deny the accusations

Like true friends, though, they did kept their promise

If it wasn't hours of texting it was calls, only skipping days when on mission but always sure to inform the other of their departure beforehand

It was hard most days. Seeing the other come back from days or even weeks of no-contact with new cuts and bruises

It was especially hard, though, after Verdansk

Soap had beaten himself up pretty hard after the whole ordeal with Makarov- the guilt of not being able to save those people in the airport, the shame of losing his cool in front of his superiors, the regret of not just avenging those people by shooting the man and facing the consequences later- he'd talked through his entire range of emotions with her despite the distance

Then, because the universe always yearned for cruelty, she got the assignment

Covert operation

Ciudad Victoria

Two days, wheels up at 0400

Now her home base had been Pendleton since basic, and if there's one thing the San Diego base requires, it's soldiers willing to cross the border and sweat their asses off for hours on end scouting some target for shit pay and no reward

She'd done it before, six months turned into twelve turned into eighteen until eventually she'd been volunteering to go, years under her belt and quickly moving up the ranks, Mexico now a second home in her mind. Anything to get away from that place

But Victoria? That was a city she'd only seen on mission reports, only heard of by way of interrogation

But orders are orders, and he'd been sure to tell her he'd miss her before ushering her to dump her phone in her locker and get onto the heli waiting to rip her away from him again

Soap didn't get a call for quite a while after that

His first contact, actually, hadn't even been Rabbit

It was Sparks

Locker pried open with permission from Griggs (not that he waited even a second to be granted it), he'd charged her phone and called the one person he thought deserved to know

"MacTavish? It's Sparks. Highwater, she's... she's MIA. Entire task force was found slaughtered. An ambush, I think. We don't- we're not entirely sure yet. Griggs can't get a straight answer. The whole things fucked, we can't- the area's got it's own governing body. They haven't... they've searched but they haven't found a body. We're not calling it until they do. I'm sorry, kid."

Two months

Two months Soap cried until his lungs spasmed

Two months Soap cried until his head ached and eyes burned

Two months Soap cried to his mother about the woman he loved

Two months until he got the call that damn near restarted his heart

"Soap? Soap, we found her. We have her, she's being taken to medical. We found her, kid."

Johnny's not sure he remembers a time he'd cried harder. He'd like to say it was when Sparks had first called him, but even then, he held onto some hope she'd made it out 'like you always do'

That'd been their promise to each other, and he vividly recalls telling Price that as he sobbed over the man's shoulder in relief

She'd been put on medical leave, forced to wave goodbye to her family as they flew off to Urzikstan without her

It was at that point- hearing her cry over the phone about how useless she'd felt being left behind, how she'd failed the only family that had ever truly cared about her- that he realized a trip to the states was in dire need

Entered the U.S. friends, exited the U.S. partners

Johnny's a man that focuses on the positives

He doesn't talk about those two months. Not to his therapist, not to his ma, not to Price

He focuses on the fact that his torment is over, he focuses on the woman laying her head on his shoulder and tapping her boot against his on the shaky helicarrier

Because that's all that matters to him. The little moments between missions where they can focus on something other than saving the world for a moment

It's a type of love, a type of dynamic the man had never experienced before

'Intimate' is the best word to describe it

Will 'accidentally' detonate an old grenade taken into the training grounds to 'see if it still worked', just to see the other's eyes light up in a sort of pyromaniac excitement

Will also take up an entire couch quietly lounging, arms wrapped around each other under a shared blanket because 'it's a low energy type of day'

It's all or nothing- completely feral, unhinged 'I'll request the jailcell across from you' behavior or soft, domestic bliss

No words need be exchanged for that energy to shift- just a subtle glance and soft smile, a type of telepathy easily mastered after four years of being together

And Johnny wouldn't have it any other way

Ghost:

Initially doesn't even want to address her by Rabbit

He couldn't take the callsign seriously, especially after realizing this was the woman Soap had been babbling about in Verdansk

He knew more about her personal life than he did her military career, and he'd read her file back to front twice. Well, what hadn't been redacted, anyways

Decides he'll stick to Gun, as requested, but only when necessary. Better than Rabbit, at least

But after Soap's little confession while her comms are down in Las Almas? Now Gun just won't do. Decides to stick with Darling until he's figured out a better one. Knows she won't mind, anyways

Calls her Lovie a small handful of times, blink and you'll miss it, and it's only in a NSFW context ;) soft!dom Ghost supremacy

Settles on Tapeti once the dust settles and he knows he's wormed his way into her heart the same way Soap had

They're close in a way he can't say about anyone else

Does he love his team? Of course

Would he lay his life down for any one of them the second the opportunity presented itself? Also yes

But there's something about shared trauma that bonds the soul

Neither talk about it much

It's honestly easier to use Soap as the go-between on a lot of things

She's already told him, already bared her soul for him to see in that deserted apartment, and Simon's grateful Johnny omits certain heart wrenching details when he runs his hands over her scarred back, runs his hands over the raised tattoos that cover the remnants of Victoria

He doesn't yearn to know the specifics, most days he's not sure he wants to know at all

He'd made peace with his demons a long time ago, had to in order to survive, but he knew it wouldn't be so easy forgiving what'd been done to her

It wasn't hard to infer, anyway

They have a calendar, a pocket sized one with a little magnet attached that hangs on their fridge

It was Ghost's idea, after one of those days when the shakes were debilitating and she couldn't keep her food down

He'd set the container of soup from the deli across their flat on the counter, pulling Soap away from her curled up side and showing him the dollar store purchase

He didn't explain, just scribbled out a few dates and passed the calendar over

So Johnny took the pen and started scratching out days

He didn't explain all of them, only murmured the easy ones like 'her mother's birthday' or 'her comrades death date' or 'Victoria'

There's a deeper understanding there, between the three of them, and if there's one thing Simon can attest to while stomping out the butt of his cigarette onto Grave's false tombstone, it's his appreciation for the man's betrayal in Las Almas that lead him into the couple's outstretched arms

Gaz:

Best boy, here

The baby of the group, a few years younger than Rabbit who shares a birthyear with Soap

Uses that to his advantage

Calls her Officer Hopps on more than one occasion, not afraid to more commonly shorten it down to just 'Hopps'

Always in a playful loving manner, not that it matters when Rabbit's glare quickly follows

Also thinks it's funny to call her 'Gunnery Hopps' when in the presence of other soldiers, tries to play it off as a genuine tongue slip despite his wide grin proving otherwise

Again, uses his baby privilege to his advantage, whipping out the puppy eyes and small kisses that has Rabbit's glare melting into a soft smile

Typically sticks with Love- partially because he's a true Birmingham boy and the term of endearment comes naturally to him- mainly because it keeps her wound around his finger

Starts a fight by betting Price 20 quid he could cut a chunk out of Soap's mohawk? He's running to hide behind her, basking in her warmth and sticking a tongue out at Johnny over her shoulder

Smug as all hell, knows he's been deemed the favorite and is sure to remind the other men of it constantly

He'll tell them it's 'just because she loves me more, mate' but they all know the real reason

It's his calm, level-headed personality and natural ability to lead that endears him to her so easily

She never questions his judgement because what he lacks in years he makes up for in everything else by tenfold

And he looks up to Rabbit immensely- he may not initially know the finer details of her military experience, just general war stories Sparks and the rest of the Demon Dogs had told him in Urzikstan when she'd been out on medical leave, but he does know what being a 0251 MOS entails, knows he'll never come across a better Gunnery Sergeant even if he retires at 80

Aims to become a GySgt after seeing her serve as their unit's operations chief, working with superior officers on training, operations, and tactical advising

Asks a million questions and- though he'd never admit it- keeps a log of their answers in his notes app. He's just organized like that

She noticed anyways, what with his trusting nature and big heart (he gladly passed over his phone passcode within the first week of them being official), and it was actually that notes app list of all the little throw away tidbits about her role on the team that led her to write his letter of recommendation

That’s just the dynamic they have, they bring out the best in each other in every way, even when they don’t think it’s possible given the circumstances

He's only two years younger, and yet he feels so lacking in experience when they're thrown into red-stained chairs with threadbare bags over their heads

"You been tortured before, Gaz?"

"No."

"That's good. Let's keep it that way. Stay quiet and keep your eyes forward."

He remembers blanching at her nonchalant tone, the way she talked as if she'd done this a hundred times before.

She has, he realizes, and he feels a sort of naive embarrassment wash over him when he really thinks about it

Interrogation and Debrief Specialist, he thought, you don't earn that title by just sitting and reading about it

He didn't have much time to sit and process that thought before the men were reentering the dark room

He's unable to fathom how she'd kept her breathing so calm, refrained from letting out a single yell or grunt or sniffle until the men had slammed the metal door on their exit

It was hard for him, returning to base after what had transpired

It didn't sit right with him- the fact that he'd allowed himself to sit there and let the woman he'd been falling in love with be beaten within an inch of her life

But she'd comforted him, face swollen and leg wrapped, knocking her boot into his with a smile

He'd knocked his boot back into hers, and decided from there on out she'd know exactly how much she meant to him

Price:

The only member of the 141 to actually refer to her by her callsign. Captain's professionalism and all that.

Throws it out the window the second he deems necessary- which is quite often- resorts to Sweetheart

He knows more about her than anyone else, Johnny the only exception, and that isn't something he takes lightly

He'd read the reports. The redacted ones. He knew what happened after Victoria, he'd been the one to okay her transfer, to accept doing a favor for the Demon Dogs after their good work in Urzikstan and promising he'd 'keep an eye on her'

He understands the vulnerability in that fact, and is sure to do everything in his power to prove to her he's someone she can trust, even after she's told him time and time again he's done more than enough to prove his loyalty

Fortunately, years of hearing about each other via Soap and the Demon Dogs proved useful once they'd finally met at the top of that wall guarding Alejandro's base, easily falling into a sort of mutual understanding of each other

It helped that he was a natural patriarch, the glue holding the team together, ensuring they worked as a well oiled machine both on and off base

Soap vouched for Price and that was all the convincing Rabbit needed. So when Price vouched for Ghost and Gaz? It felt instinctual to trust the men wholeheartedly

Scary as it was initially, Price just knew. Simple as that, he knew what the team needed and exactly how to go about it, and she trusted that

He was arguably the most experienced in navigating trauma, and that definitely lent a hand to the comfortability of the team

He’s perfected the art of understanding each of the members of the task force and it’s something Rabbit didn’t realize she yearned for until she had it

He’s become the physical embodiment of her safe space in a way she never thought was possible. She breathes easier when he’s in eyesight, the tension drops from her shoulders when he’s near

Despite being one who only rarely accepted physical affection from anyone other than Soap, Rabbit named Price 'Seat of the Year', and that's meant quite literally

Cuddles are mandatory team bonding. He doesn't make the rules (yes he does)

Arguably the most giving partner on the face of the planet

Is happy to lean back in his chair and cut off the blood supply to his legs if it means Rabbit is soothed by the way his hands run over her arms and scratch at her scalp, perched on his lap and quickly drifting off to sleep as he presses light kisses onto the junction between her neck and shoulder

His brain is constantly alerting his body of his need to protect and provide. It'd still happen even if he'd never approved her transfer, that's just the kind of man he is, but he wouldn't have been nearly as emboldened without her there

Gaz yawns in the midst of completing a mission report? He's already tossing the man over his shoulder and forcing him to rest for once

Soap lets out the quietest sigh of pain when that one muscle in his shoulder starts twinging again? He's already pushing the man to sit and rounding the couch to dig his strong hands into the stubborn muscle

Ghost's stomach lets out singular growl? Guess that stack of paperwork can be finished tomorrow, it's now his personal mission to ensure the man has eaten a nutritious meal that checks off every micro and macro nutrient possibly needed to ensure health and prosperity in that beefy body

Perfectly content to love and love and love for absolutely nothing in return besides seeing his team happy and healthy

Unbeknownst to him, he very quickly charms his way into her heart with his thick thighs caring nature, dilf energy warm smiles, and ofc the boonie hat

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General Character Headcanons:

Rabbit:

-As mentioned in the Personnel Files, Rabbit is a Gunnery Sergeant and a 0251 MOS [Interrogator/Debrief Specialist]

-Gunnery Sergeant is her rank- serving as her unit's operations chief, working with superior officers on training, operations, and tactical advising

-0251 is her job code [MOS]. 0251 specifically means being an Interrogator/Debriefer in the US Marine Corps. This job involves collecting information/intelligence from human sources by means of interrogation, debriefing, and screening. Typical duties are the screening and interrogation of enemy POWs, line crossers, refugees, and other displaced persons, exploiting foreign language documents, and participating in noncombatant evacuation operations

-A common requirement for this job is being at the very least bilingual, and it's canon here that Rabbit speaks Spanish alongside English. With that said, many apologies to those reading this that speak Spanish because I'm using translation websites (yes I disappoint my Mexican grandparents every day)

-Rabbit is a Demon Dog, but was not in Urzikstan due to medical leave. She has direct permission from the US Marine Corps, SAS, and Price to be stationed in the UK base 'on loan' as a Demon Dog since they are part of the Coalition, led by the CIA's best Station Chief Kate Laswell :D

-Again, as shown in the Personnel Files, Rabbit does not have many character descriptors listed. I'm trying my best to make her as inclusive as I possibly can while still flushing out her character. I don't like the self-insert '[h/c] [e/c]' format, so I just avoid it all together

-Rabbit is an only child

-Also it's not really about Rabbit per say but in my story Griggs is a Captain. He leads the Demon Dogs and therefore holds a higher rank that Rabbit. It makes sense to me in this story that he'd be of similar age and rank as Price

Soap:

-I’ve seen a few people say based on his accent Soap is likely from Glasgow but unfortunately I’ve only been to Edinburgh so we’re using our creative liberty here and saying that's where he's from plz and thank u <3

-Johnny is the baby of the family with 3 older sisters. His poor mother was pregnant for damn near four years straight

-He's close with his entire family, but especially his mother and youngest sister

-Also I'm not killing him in this story. I wrote a good portion of it pre-MW3 and that campaign sucked so I'm ignoring it :)

Ghost:

-Simon is from Manchester. Yeah yeah yeah ik there’s a whole thing ab his accent and yada ya but my first London pub-watch rugby game was Leeds vs Wigan, so we’re sticking with canon here

-Wigan is in Greater Manchester so I like the headcanon that Ghost’s father was a ManUnited football fan so teen!Simon said ‘oh fuck that’ and instead chose to take the 45 minute train to go watch rugby in another city

-I'm basing a lot of his character off of both the comics and game, however there is one thing to note. In the comics, 'Sparks' is one of the soldiers that assists in getting Simon's family killed. This is not the same Sparks I refer to in this story. Shane Sparks is a Demon Dog, and I'm writing in his character for specific plot devices. He'll likely be completely OC since I just grabbed his basic profile off the character wiki.

Gaz:

-Haven’t heard any confirmation on where Gaz is from but my love Elliot Knight is from Birmingham so ding ding ding, we have a winner

-Only child, the absolute pride and joy of his parent's life. He's a total mama's boy and it was largely her good morals and outlook on life that steered him in the direction of wanting to better the world

Price:

-Liverpool. Again, I’m not sure if there’s confirmation as to where Price is from but my love ( yes I can have two >:| ) Barry Sloane is from Livahpewl soooooo

-Semi-sad headcanon for Price here. Idk why but I feel a strong pull to the idea that his parents have passed, despite him only being 36 in my story, putting them somewhere in their 60's

-On a happier note, I also like the idea that John is an older brother, so we're going with that

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<3

[richeeduvie]

thinking about tom when he first started dating shiv…

like he’s at his first big roy family gathering and sees baby. he’s relieved to see basically another plus one - someone on his level (he thinks) and tries to talk to her

roman and kendall see this from across the room and have to put a stop to tom feeling at all comfortable. they have been subtly hazing him since he got to logan’s apartment as they have with all of shiv’s boyfriends but now the hazing clearly needs to escalate. they can’t let tom think he’s on the same level as baby just because she’s too nice to tell him to fuck off

"So, I'm assuming this isn't your first time with the Roy fam?"

Baby blinks. Then blinks. Then stares.

"Sorry. Should've just the ily at the end of it. But I'm Tom, if you didn't know. I think we've met already. Shiv's mentioned you quite a bit."

"This is my first time meeting you, Tom. Shiv's mentioned you, though. Once."

Tom's eyes go bright, unblinking before he actually smiles. He nods once. "Good things from my lady, I hope."

"Oh. She's already your lady? I didn't know it was that serious. When I was talking to her about her acting different a month ago, thinking there's some guy keeping her busy, you were some guy from her words - her mouth."

Baby takes a sip of her glass. The light in Tom's eyes go out, but he keeps his smile.

"It was just, it's just a name. A fun thing. I've been uh...spitballing names, if you wanna say. But I knew who you were out of everyone here because Shiv made it a point to state you're the only one 'Not part of her fucked, loving family but you basically are'. Fun. You'll have to tell me what to do."

His quoting fingers are tense and obvious. Baby nods. She doesn't laugh.

"Again, nice to meet you, To-"

Roman's there, Baby's bell that saves her. He bites down on her neck.

Tom blinks, his smile takes long moment to actually fuck off.

"Rome. Rome, stop - cut it out, chomping in public is disrespectful of he-"

"Oh. Shut the fuck up. Hi, Tommy!"

He snakes his arms around Baby's waist, taking to rest his chin on her shoulder. Kendall knows it's his and his brother's time to...check out Shiv's new guy.

"Hi, Tom."

"What is going on here?" Roman puts is high punch in every word, squeezing Baby's waist. She sighs. "I don't know you that well, but I feel like that gives me more reason to think you're just using my sister to traffic hottie professies in stockings and pantsuits."

"...What?"

"Or you're just social climbing on a Tuesday?" Kendall shakes his head, unblinking with a hand up before Tom can say anything. "Jokes, jokes. It'll be easier for you if we turn them all out now."

Roman's fingers dabbles and drag on Baby's stomach. Like a normal person, Tom looks down in the way the movement catches his eyes.

"Oh my god, Ken. I think Shivy brought home a perv."

"You guys."

Ken shrugs, sniffs quietly. "I'm not doing anything. I like you, Tom."

"...Thank you."

Roman rolls his eyes and mwahs her cheek. "I guess you'll fit right in, perv. But no, it's worse. You actually think you're an equal. Oh my God-ow!"

Baby's managed to pinch his shoulders. "I'm going to the bathroom."

She smiles before she leaves. "Nice to meet you, Tom."

Tom can only look at his drink at that point. He blinks fast.

"You already said that."

Roman's thin, smirking smile drops.

"Excuse you?"

What a way to be welcomed into the family.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Could you maybe do a headcanon on succession S/O who still sleep with a stuffed animal? 😭

remember the stuffed animal I won in vegas that I named jeremey? he’s in bed with me every night LOL

thank you for requesting anon, I love you very much <3 I hope you love it!! I think this is my favorite headcanon drabble I’ve written :) enjoy xx

stuffed animal (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ when you first move in, your stuffie makes its presence known on the bed you and ken share

ᝰ ken obsessively makes the bed every morning

ᝰ so he comes back from work and sees the stuffie perched on top of the folded back duvet

ᝰ “who’s this?” he asks, climbing onto the couch next to you

ᝰ you notice your stuffie cradled in his arms

ᝰ he leans into you and holds it out in front of you both

ᝰ you tell him the plushie’s name

ᝰ and you talk about how you’ve just always had it

ᝰ and it helps you when it’s around

ᝰ he pats the thing on the head

ᝰ you both settle into living with each other

ᝰ it’s the happiest you’ve ever been

ᝰ and as the years go by, you get engaged, then married

ᝰ and your collection of stuffed animals grows and grows

ᝰ whenever he leaves you for more than a day at a time, he comes back home with a stuffed animal for you

ᝰ among other things, anyway

ᝰ and years and years later, when he has your kids cradled in his lap, he tells them the story of each and every plushie in the house

ᝰ because he remembers them all

ᝰ the first one that came with you, and then every single one he bought you after it

Roman

ᝰ at first he thinks it’s weird

ᝰ and he makes fun of you

ᝰ but he doesn’t actually think of you any differently

ᝰ “it’s an emotional support thing, ro.”

ᝰ and he gets that

ᝰ he doesn’t actually mean anything mean that he says

ᝰ honestly he isn’t even mean about it

ᝰ he loves you very much; he just takes every opportunity to tease you

ᝰ one night, though, you come home from work really, really late

ᝰ roman’s already snoring softly in bed

ᝰ usually you both stay up for each other so you can fall asleep together, cuddled up

ᝰ but it’s so late you’d texted him earlier and urged him to go to bed

ᝰ reluctantly, you had

ᝰ you change, wash your face, brush your teeth

ᝰ you get into bed with him, doing your best to press up against him

ᝰ but then you realize he already has something in his arms

ᝰ it’s your little stuffie

ᝰ and he’s clutching it, nose buried in its head

ᝰ your heart warms

ᝰ you feel all warm and fuzzy watching him like this

ᝰ so of course you get your phone and take a picture

ᝰ it’s your wallpaper for the foreseeable future

ᝰ the next morning, when you have to leave for work, you make your way to his home office to say goodbye

ᝰ he gives you a kiss

ᝰ and you notice his new best friend perched in his lap

ᝰ it’s no longer your stuffie, it’s his

Shiv

ᝰ she never really said anything about it

ᝰ she doesn’t really *think anything about it

ᝰ it’s not like it interferes with your relationship

ᝰ she knows it relaxes you

ᝰ so one day she comes home with a stuffed animal of her own

ᝰ “it’s cute,” you tell her as she sits in bed with you that evening

ᝰ “i thought yours could use a friend.”

ᝰ she kisses your cheek

ᝰ “i also just want to know what it’s like,” she admits, holding it to her stomach

ᝰ you laugh

ᝰ now it’s a cute thing between the two of you

ᝰ even on work trips, your two plushies sit waiting for you on the hotel bed

ᝰ side by side, attached at the hip at this point

ᝰ just like you and her are

ᝰ most of the time, neither of you are really using the stuffies

ᝰ you’re just cuddling each other

ᝰ sometimes with one caught between you two

ᝰ but most of the time they kind of just sit with you

ᝰ but you have no complaints

ᝰ even when you and her are old and wrinkly, and the plushies don’t sit in bed with you, they’re proudly displayed side by side on top of one of your dressers

ᝰ it’s a running gag in your relationship

ᝰ but it’s not even a gag

ᝰ because you both love the stuffies dearly

ᝰ because they remind you of your other half

Tom

ᝰ he thinks it’s cute

ᝰ he thinks you’re cute

ᝰ when he first sees it, despite whether it has a name or not, he tells you it looks like a “mr. cheezit”

ᝰ “how can anyone look like a ‘mr. cheezit’?” you ask him

ᝰ he shrugs

ᝰ “he just does. why do you have him, anyway?”

ᝰ “i dunno. he helps me sleep.”

ᝰ he nudges your hip with his

ᝰ “you need another man to sleep?” he asks teasingly

ᝰ now he has a personal vendetta against mr. cheezit

ᝰ not really

ᝰ but it’s really funny

ᝰ the two of you are laying in bed together one morning, having a lazy day in

ᝰ he has an arm around you, his hand stroking up and down your back

ᝰ in your sleep, mr. cheezit had ended up on tom’s side of the bed

ᝰ when he notices, he scoffs

ᝰ “this guy again,” he murmurs to you, “i can’t get rid of him.”

ᝰ you laugh

ᝰ tom kisses absentmindedly at your brow

ᝰ “i’m being serious! he’s trying to steal you from me, i know it,” he says faux-seriously

ᝰ “i wouldn’t leave you, tom.”

ᝰ “he’s going to try and kill me one day, just wait.”

ᝰ obviously, he doesn’t

ᝰ mr. cheezit is the first stuffed animal your firstborn gets

Greg

ᝰ doesn’t really care when your stuffie joins you both when you go to bed

ᝰ he literally has a closet of all his childhood stuffed animals

ᝰ and is emotionally attached to all of them

ᝰ “my mom keeps trying to convince me to get rid of them, but i just physically can’t,” he tells you

ᝰ so now all the stuffed animals are on rotation

ᝰ a different one is with you both each night

ᝰ sometimes before you fall asleep, greg’ll tell you about how he got the night’s stuffie

ᝰ most of the time it was from an arcade

ᝰ he tells you about how he’s always wanted those giant stuffed animals they only put as prizes for the rigged games

ᝰ so while you don’t think you’ll ever be able to actually win one from a game, you can get one off amazon

ᝰ the next day, you surprise him with a massive squishmallow

ᝰ “i think i’m going to die,” he says seriously

ᝰ he gives you a sweet kiss in thanks

ᝰ instead of your pillows, now you sleep on the squishmallow

ᝰ it honestly feels much better

ᝰ like your sleep is always heavenly

ᝰ farther down the line, after you both get married and you move, greg tells you he thinks it’s time to get rid of some of the stuffies

ᝰ obviously he doesn’t even THINK of getting rid of your favorites

ᝰ so instead he gives a bunch of the ones who’ve been collecting dust a good wash and asks you to help donate them

ᝰ you end up going to a children’s hospital together and giving them all away

ᝰ the two of you end up making it tradition

ᝰ every year, you organize a toy drive for the local hospitals

ᝰ you wouldn’t have it any other way

Stewy

ᝰ he thinks you’re adorable

ᝰ “sweet, someone new to sleep with.”

ᝰ you smack him lightly on the chest

ᝰ he chops you in the side

ᝰ you both dissolve into a fit of giggles, holding on to each other

ᝰ one morning, you and him are curled up together in bed

ᝰ he’s scratching at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair

ᝰ he has the stuffed animal held to his chest in a vice grip with his other arm

ᝰ you kiss his chest, falling in and out of consciousness

ᝰ you have to leave home and go on a business trip a few days later

ᝰ if he could, he’d quit his job and just come with you

ᝰ but you’d managed to convince him not to, thankfully

ᝰ the kiss goodbye is long, soft, loving

ᝰ he presses a million kisses to your crown before you’re gone

ᝰ you text nonstop

ᝰ he makes sure you eat, drink water, that you stay in safe places

ᝰ he also sends you a bazillion photos throughout his day

ᝰ there’s even a series of him taking your stuffie around new york

ᝰ your favorite is the selfie of stewy and your stuffed animal cuddled together in bed

ᝰ one night, you’re both on the phone

ᝰ “you know, i can’t sleep without it when you’re gone.”

ᝰ referring to the stuffed animal

ᝰ “really? why not, stew?”

ᝰ “it smells like you.”

[nonscathingbullets]

"You Dig Okay, Baby"

Two-Bit Mathews x Plus Size!Reader

-A four part story-

⚠️WARNING: This part contains SMUT. Minors DNI!!!⚠️

*(Both characters in this story are consenting adults!!)

Part 3:

Part 4(final part)

There, they stood over Dally's body. He was shot all to hell. Darry was screaming at the top of his lungs at the police. They didn't care. All they saw was a gun, and that was enough to end a seventeen year old's life. Y/N knelt in in the grass and threw up. She couldn't stand the sight of Dallas' unconscious body sprawled on the ground like bloody swiss cheese. Two-Bit held her hair as she expelled the contents of her stomach. Steve's hands were up in a plea for them not to shoot at the rest of them. Ponyboy and Soda stood still in shock and horror. All of them still bruised and bloody from the rumble. Soon enough, the coroner came and carted his body away. Silently, they all made their way back home. None of them speaking.

Y/N opened the door to her house, and her and Two-Bit made their way inside. She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth while Two-Bit took a shower. As she sat in her bed, she thought about how fragile life was. Two people she cared about who barely got to have a life were dead before they even had the chance to turn eighteen. She thought back to Dally's body on the pavement, and her stomach began feeling queasy again. Two-Bit walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and shuffled through the dresser for a pair of pajama pants. He grabbed a pair of grey ones and slipped them on tossing his towel in the corner. Y/N could tell his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He wasn't the type to cry very often. He was always so happy and clowning around all the time. Hardly anything happened that made him feel the need to cry. Y/N got out of bed and walked up behind him, placing a hand on his back gently. "Two..." she murmured softly. He turned around and smiled a sad smile down at her.

"C'mere babydoll," he whispered, gathering her up in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. "This is all I need, right here. 'Greasers this'. 'Socs that'... I just want my baby." He cooed softly.

"Oh, Two..." She tried not to cry as she ran her fingers through his hair that was freshly washed and grease free. He brought his head up, looking down at her lovingly. She was in her cute little silk pajama set, and her eyes shined up at him like sapphires.

"Oh, ya sweet thing," he whispered, kissing her deeply, the passion and force of the kiss causing her to melt. He grabbed both her thighs and lifted her around his waist, carrying her over to the bed.

"Stop! I'm too heavy!" She giggled. He placed her down on the bed and crawled ontop of her, peering into her eyes.

"Nonsense babycakes," he mumbled, kissing down her neck.

K... Keith... aah," she mewled softly. Hearing her say his first name given the context drove him absolutely crazy. He slipped his hand underneath her night shirt, skillfully slipping it off over her head. The exposure made her blush, looking away from him shyly. It wasn't like he had never seen her before, but she was always a little shy when he saw her like this.

"Hey... look here, sweetheart." He placed his hand on her cheek and moved it to face him. Her eyes held a certain anxiousness that he was all too familiar with. "Don't be scared, babydoll. It's just me. I've got ya," he said lovingly, placing a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at him, nodding slowly.

"I trust you," she whispered shakily. He peppered kisses along her jaw, making his way back to her neck. One hand kneeded her breast while the other slipped off her bottoms. The sudden cool air caused her to shiver softly.

"Don't worry, you won't stay cold for long," he whispered huskily in her ear. She shivered again, but not from being cold. Her hands made their way into his hair, tugging softly making him groan. He paused, taking time to slip his own pants off before hastily jumping back on top of her. "Are ya ready, babydoll?" She swallowed hard before nodding up at him slowly. As he inched his way inside of her, she wrapped her arms around his, grasping his biceps for support and letting out a long, soft yelp. "That's it... good girl," he praised as he filled her core. He halted his movements for a moment, allowing her to adjust before starting to move. His pace was slow at first, the both of them savoring the delicious feeling. Pretty soon, she felt herself needing more of him.

"Aah... Keith...mmh, please, faster," she begged between moans. He obliged, gladly as he began pounding into her mercilessly. "Oh fuck," she screamed, her nails digging into his muscle. He groaned loudly in a mix of both pain and pleasure.

"Say my name again, baby," he commanded softly. She blushed, moans falling sloppily from her lips. He pulled all the way out and thrusted in hard. "Aah. Say it."

"K-Keith... aahh Keith, please, mmmh aah," she mewled.

"So beautiful, babygirl. Mmmnh," he praised again before nipping at her neck behind her ear. She was so drunk with pleasure that her head was swimming. Her arms tightened desperately around his biceps in an attempt to pull him even closer as blissful noises continued to tumble from her lips. He chuckled at her, pressing his body closer. "Needy, are we?" His pace didn't let up as he could tell her climax was fast approaching. He rutted into her harder and quicker than before, coaxing her along. "Come on y/n... aahh... come on, sweet thing."

"Keith... ooohh!!" She screamed out as the rope in her stomach snapped, and waves of pleasure washed over her.

"That's it... aahh," he groaned now, chasing his own high. Pretty soon, he let go, releasing inside of her, the both of them panting messes.

"T...Two-Bit," she squeaked,"but...what if..." he stopped her before she said anything else.

"Don't worry about it, baby... tomorrow I'm goin' out and lookin' for me a job, first thing. As long as you don't mind, havin' a little Two-Bit runnin' round here," he smiled, pulling out of her and sitting up, tugging her into his lap. She blushed, staring up at him.

"That sounds perfect," she beamed.

He hopped out of bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning the both of them up and helping y/n put her pajamas back on. She didn't realize how hungry she was until her stomach growled fairly loudly. Neither of them had really eaten much that day other than the three beers Two-Bit had earlier. "Hungry?" He asked with a laugh. She chuckled herself.

"Yeah, very," she commented.

"Me, too. I'll go heat up the chicken from yesterday's dinner. Be right back, babycakes," he stated, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

-Fin

[nevesmose]

Nostraman Nature Sucks: An Attempted Lore Post

Ave dominus nox Night Lords fans. I thought I'd take some time to go through the various NL stories I have to hand and see what I could find out about the animals that lived on Nostramo. Might come in useful for something, who knows?

Sharks and Whales

As a child, on several coastal journeys with his father, he had witnessed the eyeless barrasal sharks that would group together to hunt the great whales of the open ocean. (Night Lords Trilogy)

His voice filters into something savage and predatory, as hungry as the eyeless white sharks of Nostramo’s blackest depths. (The Long Night)

Not a big surprise since they talk about them fairly often and have the Space Sharks as a successor chapter but Nostramo does have sharks. Pretty gnarly-sounding sharks if I'm honest.

I didn't know what "barrasal" meant, so I looked it up and only found one thread on r/40klore that had the same quote in it as above. Hmm.

Assuming it's not a typo or a more straightforward reference to something I'm just not getting, I'd venture a guess that barrasal, understood here to mean of or relating to "barras" like with "abyssal" could be connected to the French Revolutionary leader Paul Barras who is mostly remembered for supporting Napoleon's rise to power before being overthrown by him.

So maybe the older barrasal sharks will make use of younger ones as temporary hunting partners only to be inevitably betrayed and consumed by them. Sounds about right I think.

As for the whales, where do I even begin? I would imagine they're "whales" in name only like in Dishonored:

This does imply the possible existence of a whaling industry at some stage in Nostramo's history, though.

Crows

Jago reached into his pockets, offering a handful of breadcrumbs. Come, he said to the crows. Food for tonight. Flesh, flesh, flesh, they called back. He laughed as several of the black birds landed on his shoulders and outstretched arm. (Prince Of Crows)

‘Yes. I’ve seen them in books. Is a crow a type of bird?’ ‘Black of feather and dark of eye. It feeds on the bodies of the dead, and sings in a raw, croaking caw.’ (TLN)

Breaking news - legion that keeps referring to crows in shocking has crows on its homeworld scandal. "This is outrageous," said local Nostraman cutpurse and skin disease enthusiast Verxaglryn Quickstabber, "here we are trying to make a good name for Nostramo as a respectable hellhole, a place you'd be proud to exile your worst enemy to, and yet we're surrounded by some of the most intelligent and curious birds in existence. I was shanking someone in a back alley the other night and suddenly I saw a crow learning how to use rudimentary tools! Not on my watch, I said to the rapidly cooling body, and I threw my shiv at it. But it just flew away." At this point Mr Quickstabber was obliged to end the interview due to having been eviscerated by the Night Haunter.

I know their communication with Sevatar is happening in a dream but I really like the idea of the crows adapting to Nostramo by developing some kind of psychic hive mind that's also able to be understood by human psykers.

Crag Cougars

A beast of my home world. When next you see one of the Atramentar, look to their shoulder guards. The roaring lions on their pauldrons are what we called crag cougars on Nostramo. It was considered a mark of wealth for gang bosses to be able to leave the cities and hunt such creatures. (NLT)

Every single one of them is Scar from the Lion King, isn't it? An interesting hint about Nostramo's geography though, of which more later.

Rats

Groundcars whisked by, headlights brighter than deep-hive rats’ eyes, the occupants snug and safe behind armoured glass. (Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter)

No surprises here either. Where there's people there's rats after all.

Something with tusks?

The older Astartes grinned, wolf-like and keen, as the Atramentar either side of the Exalted’s throne growled through their tusked helms. (NLT)

This isn't that conclusive because a lot of Chaos Terminators have tusks no matter what legion they are, but Nostramo being Nostramo they probably belonged to a species of giant carnivorous mammoth that ate babies and sprayed acid from its trunk.

Cows? On My Sunless World?

‘They are still of standard human stock, and not to be mourned. What does it matter if the cattle fear the herdsman?’ hissed Krukesh the Pale. (KC:TNH)

This one's a real reach on my part as it's very likely just a turn of phrase, but I noticed it because wouldn't it be slightly more typical to use a sheep metaphor here? Plus it supports the existence of Nostraman cowboys/ranchers/vaqueros which is fun.

No bats?

His helmet bore a new, spread batwing crest in blatant imitation of Sevatar’s own. (A Safe and Shadowed Place)

A sole space was neat: a circle around an iron lectern fashioned in the form of a bat’s outflung wings, which carried a heavy book bound in human skin. (KC:TNH)

Although they appear a lot in the VIII legion's iconography and artwork, oddly enough I wasn't actually able to find a direct reference to Nostramo itself having bats. Let's cover my ass by saying this aspect might therefore have been brought in by the legion's Terran component instead.

Some Nostraman geography

The Hill Folk lived away from the cities, eking out an existence in the mountains. (NLT)

What's worse than living in a Nostraman city? Living on a Nostraman hill, apparently. This seems to just be an idea of ADB's that doesn't come up again but I've always found it quite interesting. Were the Hill Folk as scummy as the City Folk, just with more of a down-home Dukes of Hazzard vibe? Seems likely.

This also supports the idea of Nostramo not being completely urbanised like some Hive Worlds are. In my view its continents might have had a geographical layout a bit like Italy or Scotland where the cities are mainly on the flatter coasts with a more sparsely populated hilly/mountainous interior.

What else? (This part is just me making stuff up so feel free to ignore it. I'm not ADB, I'm not even ADB's hat.)

If the rest of Nostramo's marine life is anything like the sharks and whales then it's fucking terrifying. I would imagine, because it's funny, that a lot of Nostraman food features disgusting industrially-processed fish in some way or another. Like the food in Dishonored but even worse.

Is something wrong, dearest offworld husband? You haven't touched your stale bread, whalemeat and jellied eels.

Since all life on Nostramo seems to be comically carnivorous and aggressive, it would make sense in a 40K kind of way for there to be giant predatory penguins living at one or both of its poles. A bit like the monstrous blind albino penguins HP Lovecraft wrote about.

Last known infrared pict-capture of an early Nostraman settler attempting communication with a juvenile specimen of the native penguin species. There were no survivors.

[nirikeehan]

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Okay.....

So. I didn't play much Veilguard. I got about six hours in before I decided the game wasn't for me. So I admittedly didn't meet most of the NPCs. BUT.

I did read Tevinter Nights.

And some of the most interesting characters were the Antivan Crow characters. (And Neve Gallus, but that's a fix-it fic for another day.) Lucanis, in particular, really seemed to have something going for him that wasn't followed up on in the game, as far as I know. So I thought why not, okay, let me see if I can do something with that. And I think I dig him in his TN iteration??? It's smart, weird, deadly, little bit sarcastic? So this fic is me figuring all of that out. No Spite, just a guy with a bizarre ass moral compass having some sort of crisis of conscience. And Illario isn't a villain but just a concerned relative. (I could go on about how BioWare did Illario dirty but I will refrain.)

Few more bits of context: The end of his TN story, "The Wigmaker Job" by Courtney Woods, implies that since he's gone rogue and killed a bunch of Tevinter nobles at a party, he's caught the notice of some unsavory sorts with a lot of power in the Imperium. So I've had them kidnap him and hold him in a super secret Tevinter prison after faking his death. My non-rook OC, Meira, working for the successor to the Inquisition (cooler name pending) has been assigned to the team to break him out. It's her first mission and she was supposed to stay with the boat (she was the one who sailed the rescue team in) but some shit went sideways and she had to replace a downed party member. So anyway this is their first meeting LOL

Meira turned, only to be slammed against the wall. Gasping, she recoiled, but there was nowhere to go. Lucanis had her shoulder pinned with one hand. In the other glinted a piece of jagged metal. It looked homemade. For someone who seemed so emaciated, he was unbelievably strong.  His long hair cast a pall over his features, contorted with rage. He pressed closer, so that their noses nearly touched. “Who sent you?” The blade was cold, edged against the soft flesh below her jaw. Great way to slash someone’s throat and watch them bleed out — she’d heard that in training. Meira instantly forgot everything else she’d never learned. “The— the Inquisition!”  “The Inquisition disbanded six years ago.” The shiv pushed harder. “Try again.”  Who else was there? Divine Victoria’s secret agents didn’t have the same name recognition. Varric? No, he couldn’t know Varric, could he? No no no, Lucanis was nobility or something close— important Antivans wanted him home. “Your grandmother! Caterina.”  “Everyone knows who my grandmother is,” Lucanis spat.  Shit. Shit shit shit shit. “Y-your—” She couldn’t remember the name of his cousin for the life of her, couldn’t remember much about him at all, except that they did look a little alike. The man was suave and well-kept but carried himself with a deep sadness. Lucanis was a harder, rearranged version: all angles and dark, soulless eyes, breath foul from too many nights in this godless place. “Cousin.”  The words came from between gritted teeth. “I have many cousins, little girl.”  Maker, he was going to kill her, wasn’t he? Because she couldn’t remember his stupid cousin’s name. Even though said cousin stood in the briefing room and spoke for half an hour. stressing the importance of bringing this monster back alive, voice tinged with dismal hope. Meira could see him, the black doublet accented in scarlet, speaking bits of praise for his long-lost relative. Highly skilled, was one. Deadly precise was another. Not easily deceived yet a third. Perhaps prone to overzealous self-protection. Paranoid? Had he been saying Lucanis was paranoid? Maybe likely to slice any would-be rescuer to ribbons? So if you still need to convince him to trust you, just tell him— “Wyvern’s tooth!” Meira shrieked.  A code phrase. She’d thought it silly at the time.  Lucanis blinked once, then several more times. The hard edge of the blade eased, and he stood back, lowering his arms.  “Illario sent you,” he said softly.  “Yes! Illario! That is definitely his name!”  “Illario sent you?” He sounded incredulous now, but the kind of incredulous that struck someone when the wild truth in front of them was yet undeniable. 

[tomwambsgans]

i'm honestly kinda surprised that the most popular answer on that poll was that greg drops hirsch and takes wambsgans. it has me wondering how many of the ppl who chose that think so bc they think that greg specifically doesn't like having any connection to his dad (which i don't believe, tho i think his relationship w his dad is/was very complicated)... vs how many just default to a view of greg as the "woman" of the relationship vs how many maybe just figure that greg would defer to tom bc he doesn't care as much as tom does.

i think the most valid reasoning by far is that last one, and i do believe that tom would care about keeping wambsgans in a relationship that's not based around pragmatism. but i also do think that tom would still be open to the same discussion that he wanted to have with shiv. like the fact alone that he phrased it like that with her tells me that tom doesn't just default to one idea about last names. he knows that there are multiple options that are acceptable, and he's not gonna revert to a conservative mindset in a literal gay relationship.

most importantly i sincerely do not think that tom would specifically want greg to drop hirsch. i don't think it would even occur to him to ask him to. he'd come at it similiarly to how he said it to shiv: "which way do we wanna hyphenate?" - bc if it got to the point of an actual marriage, tom is obviously seeing greg as an equal.

now, if greg outright said "actually i was thinking i wanna just take wambsgans" then tom would def break down in happy tears. and maybe greg would say that. i can see greg thinking primarily of aesthetics with a sort of "could take or leave it" attitude about his surname, and it's totally plausible to me that he'd figure a hyphenated name was just too much and would just prefer to keep it relatively simple, and that he'd subsequently decide he doesn't like the sound of "tom hirsch" that much. personally i voted that they hyphen on each other's names respectively, but that's just the most likely imo. i think greg dropping hirsch would rely on him being the first to bring it up.

anyway actually most of all i wanna pick the brain of the 2 ppl who said tom drops wambsgans and takes hirsch. i'm not saying it couldn't happen i just genuinely wanna know your reasoning

[hughiecampbelle]

Venom (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)

((SUCCESSION FINALE SPOILERS))

Characters: Kendall, Roman, Shiv, Connor, Matsson, Tom

Word Count: 1,477

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: This is omg y'all!!! Y'all aren't ready ahhh!!!! That's all I can say :P Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

You watch them, horrified. Kendall stop! You’re yelling, trying not to let them hear the crack in your voice, but you can’t help it. He doesn’t seem to hear. He spits venom at your sister, calling her two-faced, saying terrible things about her. She pretends it doesn’t hurt, pretends it doesn’t kill her. The kinds of things Logan would have said. Stop it, now! None of them hear you. None of them see you. You’re invisible now, like you’ve always been. The baby, underestimated from day one because of your order of birth. Roman says something, something you’re not hearing, but seeing. Watching. About his kids. Low blow. Kendall goes for his neck. There are moments like this where you watch your father instead of your brother. Such an angry, bitter, paranoid man. With his hands around him, you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. His name is on the tip of your tongue. Logans, but that is the wrong man before you. This is Kendall. You get between them, prying his hands off Roman. In doing so, you’ve put yourself in the line of fire. His eyes are so wild, so angry. Get off me! You yell, pushing him away, but he’s too strong. He’s too powerful. He holds you against the glass, his hands around your throat, hungry enough to bite. Rabid. You can’t breathe, fighting him off, unable to make any noise. Finally he realizes it’s you. You, not Rome, not Shiv, you. His baby. He lets go immediately, stepping back, stuttering. You can’t help it, the tears begin to run down your cheeks. You saw fury in his eyes, purebred wrath. If he wanted, he could have killed you. Just like Logan. You push through them, out the door, down the hall and towards the elevator. Kendall calls your name quieter now, defeated, ashamed. You don’t turn back. Sniffling, you wait for the doors to close, trying to catch your breath. You dial the number. I knew you’d call. . . 

They turned on one another. They’d decided he would be their successor. The three of them, after Roman disappeared. You were the only one he talked to on the phone, Caroline losing the power to guilt you. You weren’t her child. That was to your advantage. She put him on with strict warnings not to upset him, saying he was fragile. He sounded softer, beaten down, but as defensive as ever. Ken and Shiv are on their way, you warned. I know. He didn’t have enough in him to fight or to joke. He was all facts. Are you okay? Me? I’m fine. You knew he wasn’t, but you weren’t going to go there to see him. You had plans. For now, you had to take his word for it. You weren’t going to ask him for his vote. Quite frankly, it didn’t matter anymore. They could pretend they still had precedence, that the crown they wore could protect them from a beheading. Their heads rolled just the same when dismembered from a body. In fact, it was the crown that weighed them down. They forgot this, racing with one another about who could get to him the fastest. It wouldn’t matter in the end. When would they realize this? When would they accept it already? I have to go, call me if you want, okay? What are you doing that’s so important? Just meeting a friend. 

What about Tom? Tom? He is nothing. You shouldn’t but you laugh. Your drink is strong, his even stronger. But you trust him, you believe him. He can’t be backstabbing everyone. Besides, the x’s have been removed. Yours in their place. You take a look around the bar. Expensive. Oskar and Ebba keeping to themselves off to the side. They come when he says so. They sit when he says so. Now he’s holding a pen. Would you do the same? Your whole life, all you’ve done is follow. Follow your brothers and sister into any war they brought between them and your father, into every media frenzy and disaster because they convinced you it was always in your best interest. It wasn’t, though. It never was. In the end, it was always you getting hurt, taking the blow, having your name smeared across the headlines. From the moment he saw you he’s been trying to save you. They would hold your head under water and tell you they were helping you be a better swimmer. They were trying to kill you, drown you, just so there would be one less body in the pool. You were doing this for you, for them too. To show them that you weren’t just some lap dog they could order around. You were just as much a Roy as any of them. More so, even. You were smarter, you were savvy. You could get what you wanted, you always had. 

Going in, you were meant to warn them. That was the plan. Always. The deal seemed enticing, it was the cherry on top, but you couldn’t hurt them like that. You would not turn into them. But, then they decided on Kendall. Without consulting you, without even asking. They had decided for the family when there were still two more to consider. You knew what Connor would have done, you all did. He would have put up a fight, but in the end would have agreed. You? You were going to warn them. You were going to put out the fire before the house burned down with them in it. Instead they called you from the car that morning, on their way back, telling you he was next. He would be in charge. Had they even considered you? Roman laughs. The baby doesn’t get to be in charge, ever. Kendall chuckled. You didn’t get a vote or say, it was decided. You bit the inside of your cheek, letting the conversation fall. They spoke around you anyways, making all these big decisions without you. It was fine, you decided, hanging up. It was fine. You would tell them when they got here. It wasn’t technically a secret, they just hadn’t asked. That was all. So, you accepted that Kendall would take over. After everything you’ve been through, after everything they put you through, at least there would be an ending. Your phone rang, but you ignored him. Fine, you though, at least it’s staying in the family. You weren’t about to turn bitter. You weren’t about to turn vengeful. 

And then she threw the plan away the minute she could, believing that Tom would be Matsson’s CEO. You were going to tell them, really. As soon as that glass door closed, you were going to spill your guts. About him, about the deal, about everything. You swear on your father’s grave, you were going to tell them. And then he put his hands on you, around your neck, and any alliance you had was over. Any good graces you had left vanished. You wanted them to burn in that house. You wanted the whole world to burn. You put up with enough. With too much for far too long. He’s been trying to save you since you met, giving you outs from the maze you were in. You couldn’t leave them, they were your family. Now? Now they were nothing. They were strangers. You watched the bruises form in the reflective doors all the way down, listening to him carefully. If you still want it, it’s yours. Good. What about Tom? Like I said, he is nothing. Nobody. All you have to do is sign.

Roman and Shiv came back from that meeting, his stitches bloody. She wears a knowing look, the kind that says she thinks she’s won. He signed in front of everyone, in front of Matsson, who signs the stack of legal documents after. I’d like to announce my CEO. Shiv steps forward, but you come up behind her, around Roman, to Lukas’ side. Please welcome, Y/N Roy. Everyone applauds you as you sign your name. Roman’s jaw hangs open before catches himself, then looks to your sister. Her lips remain in a tight line. Tom looks surprised for the both of them, trying to get close to Lukas, but is unable to with all the cameras. Thank you, you whisper to him. You deserve this. You are the most capable Roy. You would have told them, you were going to, but this tastes so much better. You don’t care that your skin till hurts, still burns from his touch. You don’t care that your brother drifts away or that your sister storms off. You don’t care that Kendall is nowhere to be found. You don’t care about them anymore, they never did about you, not when it came to this.  

You win.

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life in plastic [roman roy x reader]

a/n: it’s been a month since i posted a roman fic but i’ve been busy studying for finals and hit some kind of writer’s block, but... in honour of the Barbie movie coming out, which i’m seeing tonight!, i wrote this very short fic.

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“Barbie?” 

“Yes, Roman. Barbie.” You were getting tired of repeating the name of the movie to him when, really, it was all you had been talking about for the last couple of months since it was first announced. 

“And it’s like the ones you used to play with when we were kids or …?” Roman pretended to be confused again. He had heard you rant about this movie for what felt like years, yet he couldn’t get enough of it. Roman knew you loved the doll since you were a little girl. He remembers begging his father to let him — and not Shiv — choose the present for your eighth birthday so he could surprise you with the biggest Barbie doll house to ever exist. You cried when you saw it. He has a photograph of that exact moment. 

“I’ve already told you, Rome. And you don’t even need to know what it’s about because you won’t even need to watch it. I just want someone to come with me.” You are relentless in making him agree and go with you.

“Why don’t you ask Shiv, then?” Roman diverts his eyes from the tennis ball he’s been tossing this whole time and looks up to you from his office chair. He’s trying his hardest to appear nonchalant to the invitation.

You don’t answer his question, instead you cast your eyes away from him. Seeing you stare at the carpet beneath your feet gives him an answer.

“Let me guess, you asked her first and she said no.” 

Roman can see an apologetic smile beginning to form on your face as you glance at him through the rim of your glasses. He loves it when you’re not wearing your contacts. It reminds him of when you were a teenager refusing to wear contacts because you feared putting them on, so you were always particularly attached to your glasses. 

“It’s not like you’re hurting my ego here, by being your second option.” Roman rolls his eyes playfully, a scoff escaping his mouth. “But I guess I’m free and there’s nothing else to do here so…”

“Is that a yes?” You ask even though he knows that you know the answer with a grin on your face, excitement clear in your eyes.

Roman releases a long, irritated sigh that’s too long to be real. You got your answer and he hears you whispering “yes!” under your breath. 

You flash him one last, bright smile before you start walking towards the door to leave his office — you’ll have to finish those graphs in record time if you want to go home early and get ready for the movie to make it on time for the first screening —. You turn your head around while crossing the threshold to tell him: “Wear something pink!”.