#stewy hosseini x roy!reader

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Clandestine. Part Four.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Chapter Synopsis - Death puts everything into perspective.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy!Reader

Warnings - cursing. lots of talk about grief.

Word Count - 3k

Author’s Note - now I might just be the last person on tumblr still writing for stewy, but I am determined to finish this series. let’s ignore the fact it’s been a year since I updated it, shall we? one more part of this to go!! thank you, if you’re still here for my succession stuff <3

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You’re floating around in a daze.

It’s been a week since Connor’s phone call. A week since the formidable Logan Roy died on the floor of his private plane, surrounded by his closest employees. A week since you’ve seen Stewy.

You’ve been crashing in Roman’s guest room, neither of you wanting to be alone. You go to your Dad’s apartment, have meetings with old white men that all look the same, pop into the office every now and again and go home to your brothers. You were barely speaking to Kendall before all of this happening, never mind now. You can’t remember the last time the two of you said more than three words to each other.

You’re sat at Roman’s dinner table when a strange feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You watch him picking at his salad for a minute before you say anything.

“Have you… spoke to Kendall? Like, over the last few days?”

Roman looks confused by the question, but doesn’t voice it.

“Yeah, here and there. You guys are in a fight, right?”

“Uh, yeah. We were. I guess we still are. I’m just… worried about him. God knows his mental health has been in the gutter recently anyway, but now Dad’s dead, and… I don’t know. It just can’t end well, right?”

“All we can do is keep an eye on him, I guess. He won’t fucking accept it even if we try and help, so.”

“Yeah.”

You move the chicken around on your plate with your fork, neither of you having much of an appetite recently.

“So, you never told me what your fight was about. It all seems like this big ass fucking secret that only Roman doesn’t know about.”

You’re a little taken aback by Romans candour. Usually he’s pretty avoidant, happy to live with the not knowing. He’s done with that, apparently.

“You’re not the only one that doesn’t know, Rome. Ken is the only one that does.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why? Why does everyone include Kendall in everything and leave me on the fucking sidelines? Why am I always the one who doesn’t get the joke, who doesn’t know the secret?”

“Rome-”

“I know he’s your favourite, but Jesus. You could at least try and include me sometimes.”

“Roman.”

“What?”

“Kendall only ‘knows the secret’ because he… walked in on the secret. Not because I sought him out and told him, or anything like that. I promise.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

With what has happened over the past week, your perspective on almost everything has changed. Keeping your secret is no longer top priority - or priority at all. You’re realising that you don’t care, because it doesn’t matter. Not much really matters.

“I’m in love with Stewy.”

Roman’s silent for a moment, processing.

“Hosseini?”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, Rome. Hosseini. Do you know any other Stewys?”

He shakes his head, still visibly confused.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

“Oh. Oh. Yeah, um… he already knows. We - we’re in love. With each other. We’re dating.”

“You’re dating him?”

“That’s crazier than me being in love with him one sided?”

“Uh, yeah.”

You chuckle, looking at him for a moment before a grin breaks out across his face. He’s always been the most easy going of your brothers, the most understanding. You’ve always felt a comfort in talking to Roman - he’s more open minded than he appears. He’s a surprisingly good listener, even when you think your problems are trivial or stupid.

“For how long?”

“Fuck, I don’t even know. Two years, give or take?”

“Two years?”

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? I’m mad impressed, Princess. I didn’t think you’d be able to keep a big secret like that from me for that long.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

You’re suddenly vulnerable, terrified that your big brother is going to think less of you. Your brothers are all you have, all you’ve ever had. The four of you learned to survive with each other, with no help from parents or nannies or any kind of adult. You have nothing if you don’t have your brothers.

“I don’t hate you, dummy. I could never hate you.”

You stand up and make your way over to him, perching on his leg like you used to when you were kids. You wrap your arms around his neck, exhaling when he wraps his around your middle.

“Love you, Rome,” you whisper. “Even if you are a pain in my ass.”

“Yeah, love you too,” he murmurs. “Even if you do keep important secrets from me.”

“I promise I won’t keep anything from you ever again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Promise. No more secrets.”

You pull back but stay sat on his lap, feeling six years old again, taking solace in the presence of your big brother.

“So Kendall… walked in on you?”

“He saw us leaving the gala together and got suspicious. He showed up at Stewy’s apartment the next morning, banging on the door and asking where I was.”

“Oh shit,” he laughs.

“It’s not funny,” you retort, but you’re holding back your giggles as you do it.

“And I’m guessing he didn’t take it well.”

“Not at all. He was cycling between yelling and swearing and then sitting really quietly just… staring into space. Then he got personal, which was expected, but that pissed Stewy off, so the whole thing got awkward again. It was… horrendous.”

“He’s horrible at feelings.”

“Says Mr Communication over here.”

He shoves you off his lap, chuckling when you slide onto the floor. You punch him in the arm as you get up, returning to your original seat. You sit in silence for a moment, neither of you quite sure how to continue.

“What now?”

“I… don’t know, Rome. I just don’t know.”

“I mean, the world hasn’t stopped spinning. Maybe it feels like it has for us, but everyone else has carried on.”

You’re confused by your brother’s sudden wisdom, until it clicks for you.

He’s free.

Sure, he’s grieving. You all are. But he’s lighter. Laughs a little easier. Gives out advice quicker.

He’s free.

You all are.

The shackles your father had placed on all four of you are broken. You are no longer bound to him or Waystar or his insane ideals as to what family should be or do or say.

“I need to get out.”

“What?” Roman asks as he cocks his head, quirking a brow at you in curiosity.

“I don’t want to be a part of this anymore. This… constant cycle of destruction and deception and stabbing people in the back. It won’t stop now that Dad’s dead. It’s the very foundation that his business is built on.”

“So you’re gonna… leave?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna sell my shares and I’m gonna get the fuck out.”

Roman laughs, now, all big and bold and beautiful. You don’t know what’s funny, but you can’t help but laugh with him.

“I am too.”

“Wait… what?”

“I’m doing the same.”

“Roman.”

“I’m serious. I don’t know who CEO is gonna be, but it isn’t gonna be me. It’ll be Kendall or Tom or someone completely different, but we all know neither you or I are capable.”

“Jeez. Thanks.”

“You’re telling me you could run the entire Waystar business?”

You roll your eyes, kicking him under the table.

“Obviously I fucking couldn’t. But at least pretend to have a little bit more faith in me.”

Your brother chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

“We’re not built for it, you and me. We’re meant for something different. Something better, Princess.”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

“What about Kendall?”

“What about him?”

“I feel like we’re… abandoning him.”

Rome looks solemn, suddenly, thinking about your older brother.

“He’ll come around, you know. And he’ll understand. That’s the thing about Kendall - he can’t hold a grudge to save his life. He tries, but he can’t.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, lump in your throat choking any words that try to escape.

“Hey, hey,” Roman soothes as he walks over, standing above you.

He swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, wiping away your sadness.

“He loves you more than anything, you know.”

You shake your head, so your brother doubles down.

“He does. You’ve always been his favourite. He’d do anything for you - anything at all. He’s mad because you and Stewy kept a secret from him, not because you’re together. Trust me.”

“He looked at me that day like he hated me.”

“He couldn’t hate you if he tried. He’s just… emotionally unavailable. Everyone knows this.”

“I miss him,” you whisper, lip trembling. “I miss my brother.”

You’re taken aback by how much you miss Kendall, suddenly. You miss him so much more than you miss Logan, or your Mom.

“Give him time. That’s all he needs. He misses you, I know he does. But you know what he’s like when he feels betrayed. He shuts down and gets all aggressive.”

You look up at Roman, gentle smile making its way onto your face.

“When did you get so smart, huh?”

“I’ve always been smart,” he laughs. “Everyone underestimates me.”

“That they do.”

“Well, not anymore. We’re getting out.”

“We’re getting out,” you repeat, finally allowing yourself to feel happiness at the prospect. “We’re gonna get the fuck out.”

“Talk to Stewy about selling your shares and let me know what he says. The sooner, the better.”

“I will. I’m excited, Rome. The world is our oyster.”

“Me too,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. “We’ll go to the funeral, and then we’ll never have to see any of those assholes ever again.”

“I can’t wait to not have to look at Karl’s stupid fucking face every day.”

Roman keels over laughing, wheezing as he clutches his stomach. You’re crying with laughter too, both of you lighter and freer than you’ve ever been.

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“You sure about this, Rome?”

“One hundred percent.”

You hug him tightly as you say goodbye, smiling when he presses a kiss into your hair.

“I’ll let you know what Stewy says tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Princess. Call me if you need anything.”

“You too. Anything.”

He ruffles your hair before sending you on your way, waiting at the front door to watch you go.

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“Stewy? You home?”

You drop your bags by the front door, kicking off your shoes and jacket as you do it. You’re about to yell again when he comes running around the corner, sliding across the wood floors in his socks.

“Baby.”

He breathes it, as if he can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him again.

“Missed you, Hosseini.”

You fly into his arms, burying yourself as deep as you can in his chest. His old, worn t shirt is soft and grey and smells like the love of your life and all of his memories spent at home. He tightens his grip on you, pulling you impossibly closer.

“How are you?” he asks without letting go, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m okay. I’m good, actually. Really good.”

“Yeah?”

Now he pulls away to look at you, confused by the sudden change of heart. When you left to go to Roman’s a week ago, you were a shell of a woman, a little girl without a dad. Now, you’re back, brighter and more alive than ever.

“Yeah.”

You look at him, really look at him, for a moment, before taking a deep breath and saying the words you’ve been dying to say.

“Marry me, Stewy.”

He staggers back as if you’ve hit him, eyes blown wide.

“W-what?”

“Marry me.”

He inhales, exhaling shakily before stepping forward to cradle your face in his hands.

“Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?”

“Maybe,” you laugh. “But I guess I got there first.”

“Honey, forgive me if I’m a little confused, but… you just came back after being gone for a week because your dad died and now you’re… proposing?”

“Me and Roman are leaving Waystar,” you explain. “We’re selling our shares and getting the fuck out.”

“Shit. Really?”

“Really. The only thing stopping me from leaving years ago was the fear of disappointing my dad, and now he’s gone. So… there’s nothing keeping me there. I wanna do something else. Something for me.”

“Yeah?”

He’s grinning, beaming at you from ear to ear. Light is practically pouring from him, radiating in all directions.

“Yeah,” you half yell, leaning up to press an excited kiss to his lips. “I’m done, Stewy. I’m free.”

He picks you up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you spin. You shriek with laughter, the world blurring as it whizzes past you. Eventually he puts you down, both of you breathless.

“Life’s too short. I need to start living it.”

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you so much. More than anything.”

You kiss him tenderly, gentle and sweet and filled with so much adoration.

“So, back to my original question…”

“Wait,” he interrupts, halting your speech. “Let me do this the right way.”

With that, he runs off towards the bedroom, leaving you stood in the hallway as confused as ever. You wait patiently, desperate to be privy to his plans.

When he returns, still in his pyjamas, he kisses you softly before getting down on one knee, ring box in his hand.

“Honey. You are the love of my goddamn life. I bought this ring after we’d been dating for… three months? Call me crazy, but I knew. I just knew. It was always going to be me and you. Always.”

Your hands are shaking, breath caught in your chest as you try to soak in every second of this moment.

“So…. how do you feel about becoming Mrs Hosseini?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d love more.”

“Is that a yes?”

“The biggest, most sure yes of my entire life. Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes.”

He swoops you up into his arms, kissing you with more passion than you ever thought possible. You slip your tongue into his mouth cheekily, tangling your fingers into his hair to pull him closer as he groans.

You finally pull away for air, both of you panting like you’ve just run a marathon. Your eyes well up suddenly, a tear falling without you realising.

“You okay?” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones.

“I’m so happy,” you whisper. “I feel like today is the first day of the rest of my life.”

“So do I,” he agrees, looking down at you with so much love you it makes your knees buckle. “Baby… if you’re getting out, then I’m getting out.”

“Wait, what?”

“If you want to get out of Waystar, I’m not gonna stay. If you’re washing your hands of it, then I am too.”

“But… your money.”

“Honey, those shares don’t mean shit to me. The only thing that matters is you.”

You look at him intently for a moment, searching for any traces of doubt. All you find is pure adoration.

“Stewy?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna keep that ring in the box forever?”

He throws his head back as he laughs, opening the velvet box to show you what’s inside. He slips it onto your finger with ease, the diamond sparkling perfectly on your hand.

“It’s so beautiful. I’m the luckiest person in the world, Mr Hosseini.”

“I think I have to disagree with you there, Mrs Hosseini.”

“Say it again.”

“Mrs Hosseini.”

“And again.”

He kisses you, mumbling against your lips.

“Mrs Hosseini.”

“Mhmm.”

“My wife. The prettiest girl in the world. Mrs Hosseini.”

You can’t help but grin into his mouth, buzzing with the energy of it all.

“Now, I was about to make dinner before you came home, but we can go out and celebrate if you want?”

You shake your head, snaking your arms around his neck.

“All I want right now is a night in with you - that’s all the celebration I need. Let’s make that pasta you like, and then we can watch old sitcom reruns on the couch.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Stewy slides his hand into yours, his thumb playing with the shiny band of the ring on your finger.

“It’s gonna be like this forever, you know. We get to do this for the rest of our lives.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you breathe, resting your head on his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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As the sun sets through the floor to ceiling windows, you and Stewy dance across the kitchen, slipping and sliding across the tiles.

Your heart skips a beat every time your ring catches the light.

Your heart skips a beat every time you look at your fiancé.

Your heart skips a beat every time you realise that you’re not dreaming.

This is your life. And you’ve never been more excited to live it.

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Sooo…Wedding Bells Part 3? 👀

Wedding Bells (Part Three)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) hope ya'll enjoyyyyy!!!!

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Roman (and his stomach) can no longer be held back by you. With Stewy's growing boldness, it's impossible to convince him that he's just a wedding date, after the kiss - after tonight...you can't help but attempt to assure yourself too, even as the idea that you don't want to boils. And boils. And boils.

And there's still much more of the night to go.

Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag.

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You are so beautiful. It’s sickening, really. How dare you? 

You’ve always been beautiful to Stewy, except when you were a kid, of course. You know why? Because you were a kid. You were disgusting as much as you were sweet to him. That’s just how kids are. Then you stopped being forteen. You were twenty. Then…you were twenty-five. Twenty-nine. Thirty. And you were beautiful, but there was nothing Stewy attached to the word. You were beautiful the way a beach is beautiful. He doesn’t plan on sticking his cock in the sand anytime soon. 

But something has decided to take him. It is very, very unproductive. And annoying. But what do you deserve? Another Roman? God, he’d rather shoot himself in the head than deny himself his feelings for the sake of…Roy-ethnic mental illness? Well. No, it wouldn’t be for the sake of it, right? Stewy, if he was a Roy, would be denying himself his feelings for you like a petulant fuck until he hurts you. 

Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking so far ahead. He only just started thinking you’re beautiful like five or so hours ago. Maybe Stewy could play this like it’s pure attraction. He’s a grown man. Attraction isn’t feelings - realizing you’re a hot woman isn’t feelings. But also, maybe thinking like this gets him one step closer to denying everything outright. Like a Roy. They love their childish games. Stewy loves that nearly just as much.

It’s mature and sensible to and deserved for him to never deny himself of what he wants, what he’s discovered, but it’s also mature and sensible to move on from it. He’s not going to leak at the sight of you. Probably.

“Stewy?”

Stewy’s head snaps to you.

No. Silly him. His head snaps to your hand on his bicep. It’s soft, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? 

“Yes, princess?” 

“You okay? You’re zoning out a bit.” 

Was he? “Mm. I was just wondering why you’re not up there with the fam-a-lee.” 

Maybe he’s filling himself with hubris - going against everything he says about his lack of feelings…because he makes the choice to run his fingers through your hair. Deliberately. It’s not mindlessly, or out of habit as if he’s done it with other women (maybe he has?). It’s a complete decision pressed against his fingers. 

Jesus Christ. Stewy doesn’t care to pretend that he’s not in control of himself, that his skin goes gooey when you blush at him. That doesn’t mean he has to embrace it with open arms and legs.

But that doesn’t mean he has to stop and find a blonde at someone else's bachelor party so his Daddy can give him kissies. 

Stewy smiles. Okay. Rome doesn’t deserve that bone of harshness. Especially after he puked his fucking skeletal system up. What the hell was that about? 

“Goddaughter titles don’t get you a seat with the bride and groom. Kendall and Rome aren’t gonna be up there. And Connor.”

“Yeah, but I always thought since Shiv was, I don’t know…was she not in love with you for the majority of her budding womanhood?” Stewy blinks at himself, then at the bride and groom table. “Was that pedophilic?” 

Your little, now excruciatingly beautiful face twists in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?” 

“Oh. Of course you were oblivious to the feelings happening amongst your budding womanhood. Ew. Fuck.” 

He smiles at you. No teeth included. 

This is nice. This, being right here next to you, makes him feel good. Chilled - and to be vulnerable like this…somehow this would end up in Logan Roy calling him a fag, to allow his emotions for you fall over him, not under. This is not about trying to get you to blush at him, although as he said…he really likes that. 

Fuck. Maybe Stewy just doesn’t want to admit he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about this, and he’s still touching your hair like he does. But there's a, what? What is he going to call it? A twinkle in your eye? He can handle this if you suddenly find him beautiful too. 

You do, right? He’s sure. He will especially not know what to do if you don’t. But you definitely found him beautiful in the way a beach is before this. Or maybe heaven. He’ll take either. 

What the fuck is he going to do about the sudden you spread along his heart?

“I look good tonight, right? I look as good as I smell?” 

“I haven’t told you yet?” 

“Absolutely not. I would’ve remembered. Kept it right here.” Stewy gestures to his heart, palm flat on his chest. 

“Ohhh. Sorry. You almost look as good as you smell.” 

Stewy smiles. 

“How dare you.” 

Maybe he can figure it out, he’s smart, after all. This is all dependent on you at the end of the day. Even before, when you were just…platonically beautiful, you deserve to pick who and how you’re going to fuck. Or make love. Or hold hands. Whatever it is you do. 

“What are we going to do after this?” 

“After the toasts? Eat. And then dance. Maybe you shouldn’t dance?” 

A beat. 

What? 

“Maybe I shouldn’t dance? Um…Princess,” Stewy puts an arm around your shoulders to pull you in. “You’ve seen me fuck a dancefloor to pieces.” 

You keep yourself blushed before you smile, as you’ve always have. Nothing new. 

Jesus Christ. Fuck me.

“We can dance.” 

“Okay. After?” 

“After? I mean…we go back to our rooms.” 

Okay. Even if that’s not what you want. Okay, because Stewy wants to go back to separate rooms. That’s easy to decide if you want to go back to separate. 

Even if he can tell you don’t want to. He’s sure that’s that softening look on your face. And what does that mean for him? Nothing. Or maybe something. Fuck him at this point. 

But Stewy can see your face softening into a pout that’s almost…guilty. No. Uncomfortable. 

Fuck. Did he make you uncomfortable? Do you really just want to go back to separate rooms? Has he been imagining the flirtations in between the banter? Fuck.

He’s sorry, Princess. He’ll definitely let it go now. 

“Hey.” 

Stewy takes his arm away from your shoulders. He smiles and it’s genuine, but he doesn’t have to crash and burn at the first feeling of…feeling shitty, to act as if he has to put a bullet in his mouth because what does that do? You’re bound to notice, and with what he’s noticed with you and Roman…you’ll feel the need to soothe him for something he did. 

He pokes her bicep. 

“Okay. We go back to our rooms. Okay.” 

“...Okay.” 

There it is. That smile.

Seriously. Fuck him. 

Maybe tension can just stay tension. Stewy’s sly, but apparently not sly or observant enough to know if it goes both ways. He doesn’t need to feel so guilty to the point of having you slave over said guilt. 

With that, why does he go back to when you fourteen at the club with him and Kendall? It’s a memory that hits him…vividly. A beautiful shitload of strobing colors over and under the anger that was his when Kendall, love him always, kept bringing you to snort and drink and crush? 

Stewy blinks at you. And speak of the devil. 

He blinks up at Kendall. 

“Hello, Roy Boy. Haven’t seen you shed one tear yet your little sister growing up and throwing it back on the name Wambsgans.” 

Okay. Ken’s not in the mood. Or…Jesus, he’s in one. Come on, not even gonna crack a smile? 

“Hey, Kendall.” 

Kendall’s eyes shift from Stewy to you. “We need to talk, Stewy.” 

Stewy sucks his teeth with humor. “If this is about…you know, what will have you set for life, then it can wait until your sister and Tom have their first dance-” 

“We need to talk now, Stew. Get up. Please.” Huh. 

Seriously. Okay. What the fuck? Stewy looks to Kendall, then to you just as confused as him. 

“Stewy. Please. Get up.” 

“Okay. Okay. Calm yourself and your clit, Kendall.” Stewy gets up because they need to talk, but he turns back to you in your chair before he’ll let Kendall take him away. “Don’t leave me, I’ll kill myself. Something like that.” 

That sounds like words you're familiar with. 

You smile wide. With teeth. It’s somehow even more pretty than the last smile, but it feels a waste to say “What the fuck?” at this point.

“I’ll try to keep you mentally well from right here.” 

“Alright.” He turns. “...Wait. Hold on.”

He turns back as if he’s forgetting something, because how could he forget?

Stewy takes your hair in his hand. He moves his nose along the strands as he pulls himself away.

You smell pretty. Women have a habit of doing that, women like you have a habit of wearing specific, expensive brands to make you do that. But you right now? At this moment. For the whole fucking night. 

What the fuck. 

Stewy rolls his shoulders. Maybe he isn’t humble enough to admit that it was chills. They were chills at the simple act of sniffing you. Your perfume is fading away anyway, what’s under it isn’t. But it’s not like he’s a fucking wolf. But if he was, he’d be an omega. Probably. 

“Alright, Ken. What do you want?” 

He’s followed Kendall into this dim little hallway that probably leads to the bathroom. For no reason, apparently. Kendall’s not talking, he’s just doing that thing where his head goes low and he blinks at you like you just shot his dog. Stewy knows his best friend so well. 

“What the fuck, man? What the actual fuck?” 

Stewy’s brows go down quickly, eyes blinking just as quick. Yeah. What the fuck? Okay, Ken. He’s not as angry as he’s confused yet, but Stewy’s not playing the guessing game to just be berated at a wedding. 

“Okay, Kendall…I’m just going to ask you something. I want a simple answer before you start throwing your…tantrum. I can accept the tantrum if I get the answer?” 

Kendall’s arm goes up, pointing out into the reception.

“You’re fucking her?”

…Jesus fuck. 

“Woah! What the fuck, dude? Calm down. Actually. I won’t play with the humor and suave you know me so well for…I’ll just question and tell you that…no? No. Kendall? No, man. She’s my date. Or–I’m hers. That’s one–” 

“Yeah? I’m gonna believe that? You want me to believe that?” 

“Yes. Jesus Christ, Kendall.” Everything’s said with a disbelief on his throat. “But even if I was, I don’t understand how that would warrant your eyes bulging at me. Like, dude - they’re going to pop. Why are you going to pop?” 

Kendall shakes his head. 

“Can you blink, please?” 

“Because–cause…she’s…” 

Stewy waits. Wades. Jerks his head forward. It’s always something with his best friend. “She’s…yeah?” 

“She’s her, Stewy. She’s her.” 

Oh. Okay. Perfect. That makes no fucking sense. Stewy scoffs at how it perfectly makes no fucking sense. 

Except…sure. Maybe it does. Fuck him ten times over if that. You’re you. Maybe he’d be more passionate in his request for a single over separate room if you were anybody else. But he wouldn’t be feeling like…this if you were anybody else. Seriously, this would be easier if you were all wolves. 

But Stewy can see you from here. It’s too easy to not have it any other way. He could smile something smuggish, worthy of a punch to his pretty face at it. 

“Yeah? You’re right. She is her.” 

Seriously, Kendall – just blink. And when you do, blink an average amount of blinks.

“Is this, like, the first time you wanted to?” 

Stewy doesn’t blink. He doesn’t close his mouth. 

“Excuse me?” 

“Do I have to worry about that? Do I have to look back on all the times before when she was a kid-” 

Whatever was smug on Stewy? It’s burnt to a fucking crisp. What in the actual fuck is wrong with him?

“Kendall. Let’s take this conversation down a level, because I am not doing…that. What the fuck, Ken? Don’t play it like you’re a supercilious Chris Hansen.” “I don’t know who that is and what? You can’t blame me for thinking the question–” 

“I can, actually. I wasn’t the one bringing her–” 

Stewy takes a breath. It doesn’t have to go there. He doesn’t have to burn Kendall in the fire too. 

“What, Stewy? Like, yeah…why are you–are you questioning me now? I’m not the one eating her hair.”

He doesn’t have to hurt his asshole dumbfuck of a friend just because he feels defensive. It’s not even defensiveness. It’s pure confusion, but you were not his friend when you were fourteen. You were the kid his actual friend brought around for some reason, and even now, he’d prefer those memories to be coke dreams because you were fourteen in those clubs and what was Stewy? In college, or just before - all that and someone who was annoyed with you. And he didn’t stop anything. 

And like that, a conversation in a bathroom hallway becomes way too fucking serious. Aching. 

“I would want to rip my skin off every goddamn time you brought her to some club or some…event where teenagers are not allowed to be and it wasn’t because of the laced coke.  You know why? Because she wasn’t my friend. She is now, because she’s in her early thirties and she’s not an oversized toddler I have to make sure stays un-overdosed. So. I’m pretty sure you know, Ken, that if this is a time where I want to do whatever it is you think I want to do with her, it is absolutely the first fucking time.”

Kendall stares at Stewy. He stares at Kendall. 

Well. That explains the whole of it. Suddenly, he feels a lot better at…whatever it is he wants to do with you, Princess. 

He pats Kendall’s shoulder. 

“It is very, very nice to know that you trust and love me enough to accuse me of pedophilia.” 

“I just wanted to make sure, Stew.” 

“I’m going now. Tell the kids I said hi.” 

Stewy goes, leaving Kendall in the dim light, but he wouldn’t know what he looks like in the hall. After that? He can’t even claim it’s unfortunate to feel relief at the sight of you waiting patiently for him. Why would he do that to you? Pretend, even for the sake of a tease. 

With how he can see Roman approaching you with that pitiful, after-puke look in his eyes, you’re going to need as much genuine, comforting truth that tells you you’re the first sign of light for someone as you can get.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

There were a couple of oh no’s throughout the wedding you didn’t want to ruin. Or disrupt at the very least.

“Can we, like, talk? Right now.” 

“Roman. Shiv and Tom are about to walk in–” 

You watched his hands shake. With the way he didn’t point it out to guilt, you instantly knew the reaction was something he was ashamed of. 

…Did he throw up because of you and Stewy–

“Come on. Please. Get up. Come to the table where me and Tabitha are sitting so you can just tell me this is you being a 24-hour whore or that you’re renting and Stewy and you know what? I’ll accept that–” 

You closed your eyes at the feeling of warm, big hands on your shoulders placed with a kiss on top of your head. It’s like you were being caught. But what was the crime? 

“What have you two been up to while I’ve been loitering the toilets?”

There must’ve been one, because you felt it in the rush of your heart and Roman’s unblinking stare. The twitch of his head and neck.

“I knew it.” 

“Roman–” 

“I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. I fucking–”And he cut off. And you didn’t say anything after. Nothing of routine, instinct. The familiar impulse that’s usually instant at the childish, frustrated twist of Roman’s face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so frustrated, and he wasn’t embarrassed enough to hide it from Tabitha as she came over. 

“Fuck! I fucking–”

“Rome? You okay?” 

Roman pushed a chair. It scraped itself all the way to the floor as he walked off, hands pulling at the hair on the back of his head.

…But you felt embarrassed, because you were–are the cause of all of his hurt, and he’s not even yours, but Stewy pretended as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen during the evening. He simply picked the chair back up and sat back on his own. 

“When’s cake?”

It’s really, for the time in your life, moments of distress for Roman you don’t soothe over. Moments you have no desire to soothe. For the most part, but even with the pathetic inklings of wanting to make Roman feel better, wanting to be the one he goes to make him feel better that you feel foolish for…it’s this new, hot white guilt at how they’re only inklings now. How quickly everything’s become small. Smaller. Weaker in the relationship you don’t have with him. 

Or. The guilt is better placed with how you almost burn easily under the fire that is his suffering - but that’s always been you and him, hasn’t it? He likes it when you like how he’s hurt. But there is no you and him. So. What’s the consensus? 

Everything’s too fucking confusing. Conflicting. And it doesn’t help that Stewy’s handsomeness is only just conventional, that his charm isn’t something to roll your eyes at - it’s something you want to pursue, but fuck, you freeze up at a simple touch from him. Is that something to feel pathetic for? Because you’re not a teenager? Because you’re a grown woman who should be able to just figure out what she wants and treat simple touches as if you’re not falling head over ass first? 

Dancing with Stewy under the lights, you don’t know what’s worse, those touches are simply touches and you’re left alone in the feeling, in the buzz of it all, or that Stewy’s actually managed to like you. 

Fuck it. You’ll still hope that the changes in his looks, the way it lingers, or this tension is something you’ve made up in your head. It is something you’ve made up in your head. It wouldn’t be crazy to think that you're desperate for even the idea that someone that isn’t Roman finds you attractive to bed. At least he finds you fun enough to dance with. 

Again. Remember. Ignore the buzz of it all and you’ll get through Stewy being your date. 

“Fuck yes. Fuck this fucking song. In a lovemaking sort of way. Come on, jam! I’ve seen you twerk it out before.” 

“Stewy.” 

“Yes?” 

“Never say twerk it out again.”

Jesus. Stewy really is jamming it out. But he is smooth with it. Smooth in the shoulders. You try to follow. “I guess I have no choice but to listen to you.” 

“No, no you don’t.” 

You smile, head tilting up into his. 

When did you get close enough to be spinned? You’re spun by Stewy. Once. Twice. Over and over and over again. 

“Why are you trying to fling my brain out of my skull?” 

“Um. I’m trying to loosen your bones? Make you show some teeth. Jesus Christ.” In the instant, the man in front of you’s bent over, breathing out hard. “I need you to tighten my bones.” 

You tilt your head. “How?” 

Stewy breathes out hard one more time, hands takes yours before he steadies himself into shimmying his shoulders again. 

“That’s up to you. I’m your date because you’re in love with me, and I’m kind. Everything that happens tonight is up to you.” 

You almost still. 

That’s a scary fucking thought. That is especially a scary sort of power you shouldn’t have, it’s a thought you have as the music slows into another song.

“Like right now.” 

You didn’t realize you weren’t looking at Stewy until your eyes shifted back to his face, his face…soft? The way it stands out on him is…

Beautiful. For a second and the next, you’re not looking to Roman at his table, sitting the way he was during Shiv and Tom’s first dance, and the toasts, and dinner, and cake – and now. Back bent, face almost emotionless, which means he’s only twitching or tilting his head ever so slightly, which means his thoughts are too heavy. That he feels as if his head is going to fall off if he moves it further or quicker than how he’s moving it now. 

“Sweet-tart. Hey.” 

“Sorry. What?” 

“You wanna go back to the table and stuff yourself with the last pieces of cake or kill me by making me go through this song?” 

You blink. 

“Up to you.” 

Because when has anything ever been up to you? 

Stewy blinks, sighing out loud and dramatically. It’s all familiar as he looks around. You think he’s deciding for you, even if he’s saying otherwise.

You try your best to hide your shiver when his hand intertwines with yours, the other on your waist. 

He sways. He makes you sway. 

“...Wow, Stewy – you’re almost good enough for prom.” 

Back and forth on each foot, he smiles without teeth at you as he spins the both of you slowly. Very slowly. It’s a slow dance, and you’re wishing he picked the cake because in the slowness of it all, you can feel every tingle down your spine with every squeeze on your waist. 

But he gave you the chance. So…

“I wish I could say the same about you.” 

Oh well. 

You inhale light…but you inhale all the air in the world when Stewy puts his face into your neck, like this is not a simple touch, like your heart is about to burst. 

You’re hoping it is, you’re wishing it’s not. 

The spin reaches a 180, it’s where the both of you just sway, you can’t see the way Roman doesn’t stare at you, only the way he stares into the table picking at what’s hopefully not his skin.

“Hey, after this, I have to be on standby for a bit.” 

“Is this what you and Kendall were talking about?” 

“What he took me away from you for? No. Not at all, but this is for Kendall. For the company.” 

You’re surprised at the cryptic honesty, like you don’t work for Logan Roy and what he’s talking about sounds like something Logan Roy would piss all over. 

“Okay. I’m just an assistant–” 

“An assistant of worlds, like a fucking nepo-baby badass.” 

“Hey.” 

He kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry.” 

You feel yourself twitch. You feel him still before he bumps you. 

“Hey. I am sorry. I’ve been taking the one time you’ve allowed a kiss for every kiss. I’m greedy.” 

“No!”Jesus fucking Christ. “No. I’m sorry, just–I don’t have a say in how Waystar leans, but will I still have a job after you and Kendall do whatever you’re going to do.” 

“I wouldn’t put you out of a job. No. Don’t worry, but the Roys are definitely calling a family meeting. Poor Shiv.” 

“Poor Shiv indeed.”

Silence sits after that, or, the silence of the both of you under the music. You close your eyes. 

The guilt over Roman isn’t gone, the feeling of patheticness isn’t gone - nothing is gone and everything is conflicting and yes and no and Stewy is too beautiful and you’re still comparing his beauty to Roman, and neither of their beauty belongs to you, but you close your eyes. You’re relaxed. It’s needed. It’s perfect. 

You don’t if it’s because you can’t see Roman even if you had your eyes open or if it’s because of the way you feel in Stewy’s arms. You don’t know what one or the other means.

“You are beautiful. Weird.” 

“...Huh?”

But it’s beautiful for the while it lasts, you’re thankful that he’s let you have it. 

And for three seconds, you don’t know what’s taken it away, but you feel Stewy nearly thrown back from you.

“Okay–fucking Christ!” 

Roman’s pulled him by the fucking collar. 

“Roman!” 

You can already feel a crowd turning its eyes on you. 

“What the fuck, man?” 

Roman doesn’t blink, he simply points to Stewy. “Oh. You don’t have a quip? You don’t have something to prove you’re stoic and sly towards pale-palmed me before you fuck my bestfriend?” Then to you, your name on his tongue is false, pitchy confusion – face showing just the same. “He doesn’t have a quip. How are you going to get your pussy wet for him now?” 

Stewy rubs his neck. 

“This is your sister’s wedding. Really?” 

“Roman.” 

You will not let the tears come, not when your fists flex and your face burns first. 

This isn’t just a lack of need to comfort him, this is the almost unfamiliar need to make him shut the fuck up. 

What is wrong with him? Why is he doing this? 

“Can we at least move this off the floor?” 

You quickly glance to where Shiv and Tom sit, you think they’ve gotten sight, but they couldn’t know what’s happening. Same for Logan. And Caroline. And Tom’s parents. 

“Please. Seriously.” 

Roman throws his palms up before you hear footsteps. “Why? This is where you and Hosseini use slow dancing at my sister’s wedding–yes, my sister’s wedding, I know that! So, fuck you–this is where you and her and you and him use slow dancing as foreplay.” Roman laughs high, closed lips.

You used to tease him in arguments, he sounds like an angry tea kettle. Or gnome. 

“Hey, you guys. What’s happening over here? Everything okay? How’s my…how’s my favorite employee doing? Rome?” 

Tom’s made it quickly over to the dance floor, you can tell his hands don’t know what to do, but Roman flinches even before his new brother-in-law has a chance to touch his shoulder. “We’re moving! We’re moving, Groom. Off to the side.” 

“What’s going on-” 

“Tom. Seriously. Go bend over for Shiv.” 

You all move over to the side. Tom sidles away to his seat. You breathe in. 

“I’m leaving–”

“I tugged on you, Stewy. What was I going on about? Oh yeah, your foreplay. How vanilla. How fucking boring. You–what?” 

Roman’s smug rage drops for a second. Only a second at your eyes catching his. He swallows. You couldn’t feel bad that he feels bad. Is that progress or a negative here?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what, Rome? I’m angry because this is Shiv’s wedding and you’re making fools out of us for what? Because I danced with him?” 

You feel a hand take yours. 

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” Roman laughs with his mouth open this time. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself or argue. You can leave. Right now.” 

“Oh! Stewy…what the fuck? Are you actually pretending like you don’t wanna bend her over as a show of dominance–” 

“Go ahead. Be gross in front of everybody that might have even the slightest shred of respect for you. And then go be a sad little nobody before you choke somebody else out again because…your friend danced with her date. Maybe, Ro-Ro-”

Roman chuckles. You can tell. It’s all the fire within him. But Stewy runs his tongue over his teeth, eyes rolling with a smile dropping, if a smile was ever there. 

“Maybe, you can do a poll to see if people will side with you? Let’s see how many guests would think you seriously after you pulled on my collar like I’m a rabid dog which, you look like the biter, but I digress, let’s just see if they actually see you with some fucking merit after you break up a slow dance because I danced with my date. And I don’t need to monologue to defend or explain myself or quip. I can just leave this situation because, what the fuck do you think this is? Are you still in middle school?” 

Stewy turns to you. 

“Is this a military school habit–” 

Stewy’s pushed.

Roman pulls at his hair after his push. Hard. You sniffle, eyes lowering, burning at the thought that he feels like he can do this, burning at the thought that everyone’s watching him do it. 

“Fuck! Sorry. I–this is like…this is–” 

You can feel his eyes on you. 

“This is your fault. I can’t feel…normally.” 

You feel Stewy squeeze your hands. 

“Leave. Or…” You look up, watching him shake his head as he eyes the room. “It’s up to you. But I’m leaving. I’m sorry I can’t defend you, but you know it is the adult thing to leave. We can talk. Or not.” 

“...Stop talking to her.” 

You think Roman’s saying it softly, hurt – his hands still pulling on his hair. You hope he pulls it out. You hope you can sew him back together. Inkling against inkling. 

“But I’m leaving…hey. Hey.”

What Stewy says, he says it softly too, like he’s talking to a wounded animal. 

“Let’s go.” 

You blink. 

You taste the tears you didn’t know you were crying. 

You look up to Roman, his face soft in his own hurt, but he’s waiting, like there’s a punishment ready for him. But you don’t have anything, nothing but a question. And it’s not the adult thing to say before the adult thing to do. It doesn’t make you sound thirty, or forteen. 

It makes you sound like a child. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” 

Roman stares at you after you ask it. You sound like you’re eight years old. 

“...You–you promised me that he wasn’t anything.” 

He sounds like he’s nine. It’s even softer, somehow. You close your eyes. 

It really is all your fault. Always. Never his. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, can you, like–where are you going? Fuck you. I’m sorry. Just, I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't blast you on the floor. Hey–”

You walk quickly with Stewy at your hand, his hand in yours before he takes it away to rub your back. Your head stays down, but you don’t think Tabitha’s at their table. You don’t know where Kendall is. You don’t want to see anyone ever again. 

But the familiarity of Roman, in the rage of the both of you, is vivid. Even as you leave the reception building, moving out into the dark of the night, you see only him. You can imagine him crying under strobing lights, and he’s never embarrassed, and he always is. And he’s never sorry, and he always is. 

And he’s still right before you as tears well up quicker, this image of him in a salty blur. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

The grass crunches underneath the both of you. 

You couldn’t figure out how Roman’s image disappears with the blink of your eyes. 

As tears are wiped away. 

“Fucking bastard. What a bitch. Don’t go leaky on me. But, actually..fuck. Fuck him! I’m embarrassed for both of us.” ” 

Stewy wipes away more of your tears. 

“He is so fucking shameless…” He flicks his hand, flinging the droplets away. You’re comforted. You’re soothed…like it was this easy for you. Huh. 

“Is that what a man needs to do to get with you?” 

You choke on the laughter as much as the tears. Through the red, under the stars, you see him smile at you as he pulls his arm around your shoulder. 

You don’t know if he’s bringing you to your room or his. You don’t know if you’re ready. But Stewy said, in all this kisses and teases and hands against yours. He said it. 

It’s up to you.

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maybe general dating headcanons of the succession characters? like the type of partners/lovers they are? thx 😸

hi anon!! so sorry this is late AKDJSJF hopefully you like it x love u thank u for requesting <3

listened to “i see the light” on loop while I wrote this so now it’s the size of a oneshot

dating them (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ idc what you have to say, words of affirmation is his TOP love language

ᝰ all the others apply to him but like

ᝰ that one is his favorite

ᝰ both to give and to receive

ᝰ he’s always making sure you’re happy

ᝰ in the moment and just in general

ᝰ and it’s like his world comes crashing down when you express you’re feeling insecure

ᝰ he’s your #1 supporter in self love

ᝰ once you’ve moved in together, he starts leaving you notes where he know’s you’ll find them

ᝰ things like “you’re loved” with crappy doodles of hearts and two stick figures that you think are supposed to be the both of you

ᝰ he likes treating you to nice things whenever he can

ᝰ fancy dinners, jewelry, watches, vacations

ᝰ he has the money; it’s not like he’s just going to NOT spend it on you

ᝰ and he’s your biggest advocate in everything

ᝰ sometime’s he’s lowkey rude about it

ᝰ like if your order comes out wrong at a restaurant

ᝰ he’s all “um, actually, no, this isn’t right”

ᝰ and you’re just “ken calm down”

ᝰ “no, you deserve the best, which is what you’re going to get.”

ᝰ maybe he’s not so much into kissing in public, but he’s always touching you one way or another

ᝰ he’s always holding your hand, or you’ve taken his bicep or elbow, or he has his hand on the small of your back, your hip, your shoulder

ᝰ the paparazzi is always around, and he wants you close and safe

ᝰ and he also likes that everyone can see that the two of you are involved

ᝰ committed to each other

ᝰ at the end of the day, he’s just happy you’re his

ᝰ you make him a better man

ᝰ and he’s eternally grateful that he has you

ᝰ he’s your big ol softie

Roman

ᝰ physical touch and quality time

ᝰ you spend all of your evenings together cuddled up and murmuring to each other about your days

ᝰ can’t cook for the life of him, but when he can, he makes you breakfast

ᝰ if your hair is long, he’ll learn to braid just so he can spend mor time with you

ᝰ under all the jokes he’s really just soft and sapp

ᝰ he treats you with so much car

ᝰ everything he does is thought out as to how you’ll receive i

ᝰ he only takes you out to dinner when he knows you’ll be able to have your favorite table

ᝰ he learns how to make different kinds of soup for you when you’re sick

ᝰ subtle pda king

ᝰ if you’re at dinner with his family, his hand’s on your thigh

ᝰ if you’re out walking in the street, he’s holding your hand

ᝰ if you’re lounging around on his dad’s yacht, his head’s on your stomach

ᝰ and he’s snoring but that’s not the point

ᝰ he loves just being with you

ᝰ he sits right up against you when you’re on the couch

ᝰ he lets you sit in his lap whenever you want

ᝰ his arm’s around you in every picture you take

ᝰ your cheeks smushed together in a bunch of selfies

ᝰ you’re his phone wallpaper

ᝰ work and home

ᝰ he loves talking about you

ᝰ at work galas he absolutely adores introducing you as his spouse

ᝰ or if you’re not there he asks “oh, do you happen to know my partner?”

ᝰ and then talks about you nonstop

ᝰ at a dinner you leave him to go get something for you both to drink

ᝰ before you make your way back, you spot him talking to a colleague

ᝰ he has his wallet out, and he’s showing the colleague something

ᝰ you get closer and realize it’s a picture of you

Shiv

ᝰ she treats you like a queen

ᝰ she’s a physical touch girl

ᝰ but really she loves words of affirmation

ᝰ and gift giving

ᝰ giving you gifts, specifically

ᝰ her favorite part of life after meeting you is spending lazy mornings in, cuddled up, kissing, touching

ᝰ she particularly enjoys going on long walks with you

ᝰ down piers, beaches, whatever

ᝰ her hand in yours, her eyes towards the sky

ᝰ she loves bringing things back for you from work trips

ᝰ or any trip she takes

ᝰ chocolates, matching bracelets, trinkets that remind you of her

ᝰ she makes all your days brighter

ᝰ one day on a visit to her office to bring her lunch, you find out there's literally seven framed pictures of you on her desk

ᝰ you are her phone wallpaper

ᝰ but she has it so it changes every time her phone closes

ᝰ so it's really thirty different photos of you are her wallpaper

ᝰ most mornings, she’s tucked up against you

ᝰ face buried in your neck

ᝰ it’s her favorite place to be

ᝰ just with you

ᝰ despite all of her peacocking and chest puffery, she just needs your support

ᝰ she needs you

ᝰ she needs her rock

ᝰ your love

ᝰ she tends to overthink and stress herself out

ᝰ but when things look like they’re going bad, she knows she can come to you

ᝰ and you’ll kiss her, tell her she’s beautiful, coo to her with that perfect voice of yours

ᝰ and suddenly everything is okay again

ᝰ for that, she knows you deserve the world

ᝰ she pampers you

ᝰ spoils you

ᝰ a tradition between the two of you is an annual trip down to the caribbean

ᝰ you both spend all your time out on the beach

ᝰ either splashing each other in the water

ᝰ or her curled up on top of you, skin pressed to yours

ᝰ she loves doing your hair and picking out outfits when you let her

ᝰ she loves doting on you when you’re sick

ᝰ she can’t bear it when you’re hurt

ᝰ but obviously won’t ever show it

ᝰ what she will show is how much she loves you

ᝰ everywhere you go, you feel loved

ᝰ she’ll never stop loving you

Tom

ᝰ mr. quality time

ᝰ literally does not care what you’re doing; he’s with you

ᝰ all he wants is to be with you

ᝰ you bring him peace

ᝰ his favorite pastime is cuddling with you in bed

ᝰ specifically with your jaw cupped in his hand, anchoring your head to his chest

ᝰ along with quality time, he’s huge on gift giving

ᝰ every week, he comes home with flowers

ᝰ and there’s always a fresh vase on your work desk

ᝰ he LOVES writing you notes

ᝰ love letters, even

ᝰ every new bouquet of flowers that show up at your work come with a heartfelt note

ᝰ in every single one, he tells you he loves you

ᝰ then writes about whatever it is he has going on in his day and how he’s thinking of you

ᝰ while he’ll never admit it, he loves pda

ᝰ specifically when you initiate it

ᝰ it makes him all smiley and happy

ᝰ he especially loves it when you’re hanging off of his arm at work things and he gets to show you off

ᝰ he just thinks you’re the most gorgeous person to exist ever

ᝰ he can never go to sleep without his arms around you

ᝰ he started wearing those nasal strips because he knows he snores and doesn’t want to keep you awake

ᝰ this man loves him a good restaurant

ᝰ but only if you’re there with him

ᝰ he can never get behind sitting across from you unless you’re in a booth

ᝰ he says that it’s more intimate when you’re sitting next to each other at a square table

ᝰ ALWAYS lets you eat from his plate

ᝰ if he ever ‘stoops as low’ (his words) as to go to a fast food place, he always asks if you want fries

ᝰ he knows to get you an order regardless otherwise you’ll just steal from him

ᝰ not that he cares anyway

ᝰ he also particularly loves watching the sun set with you

ᝰ something poetic about the sky almost being as beautiful as you

ᝰ you both try to watch it whenever you can

ᝰ because you only have so many days on this earth

ᝰ he wants to spend as many of them as physically possible with you

ᝰ you’ve noticed, though, over the sunsets, he doesn’t really pay attention to them after a certain amount of time

ᝰ he just stares at you

ᝰ and whenever you catch his eyes, they’re so full of love

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ only for you

Greg

ᝰ acts of service warrior

ᝰ LOVES doing things for you

ᝰ whether it be chores or bringing you coffee at work

ᝰ he likes feeling useful

ᝰ especially if he feels useful to you

ᝰ it’s a different sort of ecstasy for him

ᝰ you like buying him bracelets

ᝰ he wears them everywhere

ᝰ you’d gotten him an “i love my partner” (those like i <3 my gf) pin as a joke and he unironically wears it around on his waystar lanyard

ᝰ "yeah, my partner got that for me!"

ᝰ he’s a bit panicky and overthinks too much

ᝰ but he just has to look at you and his anxieties come under control

ᝰ he’s always running around, so he really enjoys just laying with you in bed

ᝰ he sleeps like a dying victorian child

ᝰ slumped over on you like the life was sucked from him

ᝰ he likes going on miniature adventures with you

ᝰ they’re nothing crazy; just dates that push him out of his comfort zone

ᝰ like kayaking

ᝰ you had to force him into the boat to go kayaking with you

ᝰ like physically

ᝰ yeah he’s scared, he doesn’t want to get hurt

ᝰ he doesn’t want you to get hurt

ᝰ but he hears you laughing and sees your gorgeous smile

ᝰ and that’s when he realizes he can just suck it up

ᝰ because he wants you happy

ᝰ he learns how to make those braided bracelets for you

ᝰ it’s a calming hobby, and he likes seeing them on your wrists

ᝰ he made something for you

ᝰ and you like it

ᝰ that’s all he could ever need in life

ᝰ he learns how to cook your favorite meals for you

ᝰ and he’s a surprisingly good cook

ᝰ his hyper vigilance over the food makes it come out almost perfectly every time

ᝰ unless he’s having a breakdown

ᝰ which happens less now that he’s gotten with you

ᝰ you make things calm

ᝰ he loves calm

ᝰ he loves you

Stewy

ᝰ he’s so extra

ᝰ literally every single love language under the sun is his favorite one

ᝰ showers you with little trinkets that just remind him of you

ᝰ if you collect something, he’s constantly gifting you specifically that

ᝰ he spends as much time as he can with you

ᝰ as long as he’s not working, he’s perfectly content just sitting in silence with you

ᝰ he’s a massive fan of the water

ᝰ may it be yachts, jetskiis, floating gazebos

ᝰ he likes making special dates out of things like that

ᝰ he wants you to feel like everything you do together is new

ᝰ he doesn’t want you getting bored

ᝰ he’s worried you will, actually

ᝰ if he buys you jewelry, it’s hella expensive

ᝰ and diamond studded

ᝰ if you’re a watch person, he’s even worse

ᝰ he buys you every watch you ever look at

ᝰ goes the most bananas over pda out of everyone

ᝰ internally, anyway

ᝰ he doesn’t make it kown, but his some of his favorite moments with you are when you’re both bustling through a crowd in italy or something

ᝰ but you’re clinging to each other so neither of you get lost

ᝰ did i mention he likes traveling

ᝰ he likes traveling

ᝰ and you’re the only person he’d ever even consider traveling with

ᝰ at night in greece, he discovers he likes the pinky holding thing

ᝰ he saw it on tiktok

ᝰ so when you’re walking back to your hotel, he hooks his pinky with yours

ᝰ and it becomes a thing between you two

ᝰ also is for some reason obsessed with giving you his jacket when you’re cold

ᝰ it could be below freezing and you already have a jacket on

ᝰ and he’d give you his blazer or coat anyway

ᝰ and he’ll stand there shivering with this dumb grin on his face

ᝰ it always ends with you two sharing a scarf

ᝰ you think he does it on purpose, just do be close

ᝰ just to have an excuse to have an arm around you

ᝰ and really, you’re right

ᝰ he just needs you

[vero1shere]

spring breakers! - series masterlist

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 12k and counting...

synopsis: she built herself into exactly what they wanted-brilliant, ruthless, indispensable. but when the past comes calling and the stakes get higher, Marla Carranza has to decide: is she playing to win, or just trying not to lose?

warnings: drugs, alcohol, foul language, main character is a bad person, a lot of business talk, more details in each chapter.

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prologue: of power and pride

chapter one: shark-infested waters

chapter two: not on the menu

chapter three: house money

chapter four: coming soon...

[hunzzzzz]

Kendall Roy Masterlist🫦

Fight for you : Kendall Roy x OC

Stuck with you : Kendall Roy x reader

Priorities : Kendall Roy x reader / Lukas Mattson x reader ( AO3 link)

Ken doll : Kendall Roy x Stewy Hosseini

Tell me sweet little lies (AO3 link) : Kendall Roy x OC

Also requests are now open ! I will try my best!

[connor-r0y]

Request Queue

Accurate as of 2/1/25. All requests are ordered from oldest to newest. Oldest requests have highest priority. Requests span from 2023 - present. Subject to cuts where necessary.

Stewy Hosseini

Stewy x Roy!Reader, Roy family discovering their relationship.

Kendall and Stewy threesome with reader.

Stewy x Roy!Reader smut.

Stewy x Reader Slowburn.

Stewy x Reader, She falls hard, he falls harder, happy ending.

Stewy pining for Reader.

Kendall Roy

Kendall and Stewy threesome with reader.

Kendall trying to get reader pregnant.

Passionate sex with Kendall.

Kendall x Reader, with reader hooking up with Tom on the side.

Nonspecific Kendall x Reader smut.

Kendall falling for a reader from opposite background.

Tom Wambsgans

Tom x Intern!Reader.

Tom x Reader, expounding upon affair.

Reader having an affair with Tom while they're dating Kendall.

Tom x Reader x Greg, threesome.

Tom x Reader, stealing someone Greg is interested in.

Praise kink smut.

Separated!Tom x Reader, smut.

Finding out reader is pregnant post-honeymoon.

Healthy marriage with reader.

Tom x Reader x Greg, SFW

Tom x Inexperienced!Reader

Roman Roy

Fluff headcanons.

Tatooed!Reader

Healthy marriage with reader.

Side note if you've read this far - if anyone wanted to throw even a singular request my way for Connor or Shiv, I would owe you my life. I have so many requests for Tom content and zero for either of them.

[just1riqht]

ROMAN ROY YOU ARE FREE AT LAST GO FROLIC IN THE MEADOWS MY SWEET BOY YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS AND LOVE

[616wilsons]

call it what you want

PAIRING stewy hosseini x roy!reader

PROMPT “why are you ignoring me?”

SUMMARY whenever stewy is at the office, he always stops by to say hello. but recently he has been walking right past you without saying a word. you’ve had enough.

TAGS @chaithetics @lukas-matsson @violentdelightsandviolentends

WARNINGS brief mention of drugs, fluff

WORD COUNT 3.1k

NOTES my first time ever writing an actual one shot! please go easy on me lol. if you would like to be added to my taglist please let me know! enjoy my loves 🩷

While you were the youngest Roy sibling, you still had an important role at Waystar Royco. You went into the office every day just like your brothers, Kendall and Roman. Your father had been grooming the three of you to be in the business for as long as you can remember. You were always more interested in the family business than your sister so you, Kendall, and Roman were the ones who were always in the office. You did a lot of what they did, go to board meetings, meet with investors and board members, organize offers on your father’s behalf, et cetera. Most of the board members would rather deal with you than your brothers and you took that seriously. So, when Stewy Hosseini suddenly ended up on Waystar’s board, your job got even more complicated.

You had known Stewy as long as he had known Kendall. They met in their first year of college, but you only met him in person when you were eighteen and they were twenty-three. As soon as you met him you were enamored. Not only was he one of the most attractive people you had ever seen, but he was also passionate and motivated, which were traits you looked for in relationships. You became good friends over the years, you knew he was always in your corner and vice versa. You crushed on him from afar, planning on never letting anyone know of your feelings. One, he was older than you, and two, he was Kendall’s best friend. He could only ever see you as Ken’s baby sister… right?

Fast forward to the present, Stewy was in the office more and more. You saw each other if there was a board meeting and always found time to talk. If he was visiting Ken, he would always stop by your office or find out where you were just to say hi. Always. Even if he just saw you the day before. He would end up staying for at least an hour because you both get caught up talking to one another. You always had great conversations with each other even if you didn’t always have similar interests. One day he was walking around with Roman at the office. To get to Roman’s office, they would have to pass yours. You saw them coming and anticipated Stewy, at least, smiling or waving. They just walked right past and entered Roman’s office. He’ll probably stop by after, you think and resume your work. After a while you heard him leave Roman’s office and you smiled to yourself, thinking he would stop in. He did not. He walked out of Roman’s office and walked directly to the elevators, intent on leaving. You frowned to yourself. Did he not see you? Or is he just busy? There is a board meeting tomorrow so you could talk then.

Stewy walked into the meeting right as they were about to start, so you didn’t get to talk beforehand. You tend to linger after the meetings anyway in case any of the members need you for something. At the end of the meeting, Frank did pull you aside to mention something. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Stewy leaving the meeting room. Sometimes he’ll leave and just go wait in your office, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now. You smile to yourself and then turn back to Frank. When you’re finished with your conversation, you head back to your office. You start racking your brain for things you have been meaning to tell him with a smile growing on your face only to walk past your office and find it empty. You halt and look around quizzically. You stop by your assistant’s desk, which is right outside your office, and ask her if anybody stopped by.

“Uh no, not just now,” she answers.

“Oh,” you reply. “Really?”

“Uh huh… Is everything okay? Are you looking for someone?” she asks as you look around the office.

“Uh… no. No, everything’s fine,” you flash her your signature “all good” smile and scurry on back to your office, leaving your assistant confused. She is used to your frantic-ness, so she watches you enter your office and then resumes her work. You plop down on the couch in your office with a sigh. Two days in a row? Is he really THAT busy? No way. Is he avoiding me? What did I do? You shake yourself out of your thoughts because you have work to do. You decide to wait it out and see what happens within the week.

He had been to the office twice more during that week and avoided you completely. You were fed up. What the hell did I do? Why is he being such a dick? You call him on Friday evening, and he doesn’t pick up. No way he is THAT busy. Fucking ass. Fine, if he wants to play that game, I can play that game! You in fact did not want to play that game but he started it. Yes, you’re aware that is childish, but your anger is blinding you and you’re feeling petty. The weekend passes and nothing else happens. There’s a board meeting on Monday and you decide to confront him afterwards. You were going to force him to talk to you afterwards. He can’t avoid you forever, right?

Though he can try. Once again, he timed his entrance to the meeting so he wouldn’t have to speak to anyone beforehand. He sits down silently, across the wide table from you, like always. He can feel your eyes on him, but he doesn’t look at you. At least not until you’ve scoffed under your breath and turned away from him. You don’t notice his eyes on you amidst your frustration towards him. You focus on Frank and Gerri and their agenda for today’s meeting. You even take notes while Stewy, unbeknownst to you, watches you. More like admires you, really. He’s in awe of you. He is sometimes perplexed on how a person like you can exist in a world as fucked up as yours. He knows it’s changed him, but it never seems to affect you. It overwhelms him, especially since he’s been seeing you in person regularly. Whenever there were stints of time in between your interactions, he could push the thoughts back, pretend they aren’t there. But as your encounters have become more frequent, so have his thoughts about you. He always thought of you, ever since you met. He would read a book or watch a movie and think she would like that, or she would hate that. He keeps a mental checklist of things he knows you like and whenever he sees anything pertaining to that thing, he thinks of you and smiles. He used to think that was special to your friendship. He didn’t have many female friends before you, so he had never experienced this before. It took him a while to realize that people don’t think about their friends that way. He doesn’t want to think of these feelings right now out of fear it’ll overwhelm him. He’s afraid to even open his mouth around you and have everything spew out. So, he avoids you. He knows it’s not right or smart but it’s the only thing he can think of doing right now without ruining everything. As soon as the meeting is adjourned, he’s out of his chair and heading for the door. You immediately move to follow him, ignoring the looks from Frank and the others as you do. You try to catch up to him as quickly and quietly as you can. When you finally catch up to him, you grab him by the arm and pull him into your office without saying a word.

“What the hell?” He turns to look at you. You don’t bother to answer and instead launch into the rant you had been practicing all morning.

“Did you get a new phone number?” You ask innocently.

“No?” He replies, confused as to why you’re asking.

“And your phone is working?” You continue.

“Yes...”

“And you’ve seen me in my office, right? You’re not going blind?”

“No, I am not going blind,” he sighs.

“Is anyone dying?”

“No, why the hell are you asking me-”

“So, you don’t have any good reason to be avoiding me then?” You finish. He doesn’t reply. You raise your eyebrows as if to say well?

“I haven’t been avoiding you-”

“Save it, Hosseini,” you cut him off immediately. You were tired of playing this game. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“No, why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t think of anything. What the hell is going on? You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks without a good reason? Seriously? What the fuck?!” You’re starting to get frustrated at this point. You told yourself you would try to remain calm but when he’s looking at you like you're crazy, it’s a bit off-putting. He still hasn’t given you much of a response. You throw your hands in the air and turn away from him. He sighs and puts his hands on his hips.

“You want to know the truth?” he asks softly, causing you to face him again. You nod your head. Another sign comes from him, and he looks at the floor. “Because you drive me fucking insane,” he laughs under his breath. At first, you're not sure you heard him correctly.

“What?” You have never been more confused. “I don’t... What are you talking about, what did I do?”

“It’s not anything you did,” he says, eyes still on the ground. “It’s just you.”

Your forehead creases in confusion. “Okay... Then what-”

“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret,” he exhales. He’s looking at you now, almost sad. You don’t understand.

“Like what? What could you possibly say to me that could be so bad?” You’re exasperated. “You just said I drive you fucking nuts, what am I supposed to fucking do with that?!” You’re shaking your head and starting to pace. He’s upset you; he worded things wrong. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he says, pointing between the two of you.

You turn to face him and breathe out a laugh, “You were doing just fine a week ago!” You stop pacing and look him dead in the eyes. “What the hell changed?”

“Nothing!” he says. He’s exasperated, too. “I just…”

He looks at you, trying to figure out how to word the next part. What he says now will affect your relationship from now on. There’s no going back.

“I don’t know how else to say it so I’m just going to... say it...” he begins. He takes a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes.

“Do you remember when we met?” he asks. You blink a few times, what does that have to do with-

“Yes,” you reply.

“I saw you in the house before Kendall told me who you were. I thought you were beautiful. I mean I still do but... that first time I saw you? I was head over heels already. And then I found out who you were and immediately shut those feelings down. Ken’s baby sister? No way, he would kill me, your dad would kill me, it couldn’t happen. But then I got to know you... and God I was fucking...” he lets out a deep breath.

“You have no idea the effect you have on people, Y/N. How important you are to people. To me.”

A beat passes.

“You’re important to me, too,” you whisper. He smiles and closes his eyes, that thing he does when he genuinely takes what you’re saying to heart. He knows that but it’s still nice to hear.

You’re afraid he’s going to end the conversation there. You take a step towards him and gently say his name, “Stewy-”

Before you can even think of something else to say, he says, “I’m in love with you.”

Now it’s your turn to take a deep breath. He takes that as a sign to continue. “I should have told you sooner but I... I didn’t realize what I was feeling, but I know now. It’s love. I love you, Y/N. I think I always have. You don’t have to say anything or feel the same way, but I owed you an explanation. And an apology. I’m so sorry for everything, especially for making you feel like you did something wrong. You didn’t, you’re... You’re perfect. I’m the asshole.”

When he’s finished, you stare at him for a bit with your mouth open. You then start to shake your head in disbelief.

“You’re an idiot,” you finally say.

“Probably,” he replies. “For what?”

You take a deep breath.

“I have loved you since the minute I laid eyes on you,” you tell him. His stance shifts and he is trying to process what you’re saying. “I just kept it to myself because I always assumed you only saw me as Ken’s annoying little sister.”

“Well, no, that’s Shiv,” he says causing you to laugh. Your laugh makes him smile. “But don’t tell her I said that because she's scarier than you.” You laugh harder.

“God are we really this stupid?” he asks while laughing.

“Speak for yourself, I know what I feel,” you reply. He’s smiling at you and begins to nod.

“You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

You smile at him. “Yeah, well...”

He’s shaking his head in disbelief. “Wait do you really... I mean is this... real? Is this really happening?”

“What did you think would happen?” you ask him.

“Honestly?” You nod. “I thought you would slap me and tell me to fuck off.” That pulls another laugh from you. Eventually he joins in.

“This is real,” you say. “At least, it is for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And believe me, I have tried.”

He smiles, “I know. Me either. I mean, you’re it for me. I think I’ve always known that, but I just hadn't accepted it until recently.”

You nod. He takes a step closer to you and takes one of your hands in his. “So... what now?”

“We should probably talk about what all this means, at some point.” He nods in agreement and takes your other hand. “Um, we’ll have to decide if we want people to know... Because that could be tricky business wise. And we’ll have to tell Kendall and my dad, at some point. I don’t think they’re going to be happy but, whatever. We’ll have to inform the board, Sandy, and Sandi, talk to HR-”

“Y/N?” he stops you.

“Hmm?”

“You’re overthinking again.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it is one of the many things I love about you.” He’s practically beaming as he says this which causes you in turn to beam at him. You move closer so his hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders. You look at him.

“Say it again,” you whisper. “Please?”

He doesn’t even need to ask what you mean. He tightens his hold on you and looks into your eyes.

“I love you.”

Your face hurts from smiling. He smiles back at you.

“I love you, too,” you tell him, and he breaks out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

You’re both still beaming at each other when he gently rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath.

After a beat he asks, “Can I... can I kiss you?”

“You better,” you tell him, and he tips his head back to laugh. He looks at you and brings a hand to cup your cheek. He searches your eyes for any hesitation and slowly leans in. He gently presses his lips to yours and somehow, it’s even better than either of you had ever imagined. After a moment you break apart and you giggle. He smiles and moves back in to kiss you, his hand firmer on your face. You both can’t stop smiling. You keep the kiss relatively short and tame. When you break apart again, he has your face in both hands and your arms are under his.

“Can I take you to dinner tonight so we can talk?” he asks you.

Before he can even finish the question, you are saying yes.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I would love that,” you tell him.

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Perfect.”

“Good,” he’s smiling and leaning back in to kiss you when there is suddenly a knock on the door causing you both to freeze. You can’t see who it is from your position, so you untangle yourself from Stewy and go over to open the door. He sighs as your warmth leaves him. You open the door to your brother, Roman, looking a little pissed. You open the door just wide enough to where he can’t see Stewy in your office.

“Oh, hey Rome, what’s-”

“It’s noon,” he says cutting you off.

“Okay...”

He widens his eyes and then it hits you, you were supposed to meet your brothers for lunch at noon.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the time,” you tell him.

“Are you still coming or what cause I will go without you if I have to,” he says, talking one hundred miles a minute.

“Uh,” you quickly look back at Stewy to gauge his reaction. He is shaking his head no. You turn back to your brother, “Actually, can we rain check? I accidentally double booked my lunch today and-”

Roman waves you off, “Yeah, yeah, fine, whatever. Oh, have you seen Hosseini around?”

“Uh not since the meeting,” you lie, which you’re not very good at. You’re grateful it’s Rome asking you and not Kendall because he could read you like a book. Rome would rather use his energy elsewhere, like kissing up to dad.

“Okay, let me know if you see him,” Rome adds. “I wanted to ask him if he knows any coke dealers in Prague.” And with that, he turned around and left. You are trying to process what your brother just said about cocaine when you feel the door being pushed closed from behind you. Stewy pressed a hand above your head on the door to close it. You turn to face him, and he has a devilish grin on his face. His free hand snakes around your waist and he asks, “Now, where were we?” before sealing his lips to yours again.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine. Part Two.

The affair was always a ticking time bomb. No one could have predicted how big the explosion would be.

Part One. Part Three. Part Four.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. so much angst. sorry not sorry <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Author's Note - thank you thank you thank you for all of the love on clandestine!! it makes me so happy that so many people love reading stewy fics, because there is a criminal lack of them on here. i am more than happy to provide <3 as always, feedback and reblogs are massively appreciated !!

Series Masterlist.

Masterlist. Requests.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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You're half awake and disorientated. Stewy got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried. Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Kendall. Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Kendall's team saw you and Stewy leave the gala together. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass with your lipstick print on it abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Stewy wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Kendall hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Kendall asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but Kendall needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Ken-"

"Ken, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your brother earnestly.

"Ken, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily. You decide the backtalk is a result of his confusion, and give him a pass.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Kendall moves to sit down next you. Stewy follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your brother more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Stewy, we're -"

"Together," Stewy finishes for you. Kendall glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Kendall is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you question, anger bubbling up. "It's my life, Kendall. It actually doesn't matter who I date. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make a difference."

He looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive. How can you sit here and tell me this doesn't change anything?"

You go to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Kendall-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, willing it to swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. You work for Waystar. Stewy is a board member. That's a conflict of interest."

You scoff at him, but then realise he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell Stewy? And he tells Sandy and Sandi, and then the Pierces, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Kendall.

"You're breaking my fucking heart, Ken," you whisper.

"Yeah? Well I walked in here this morning, and you broke mine first."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap. Stewy can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, man, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is the two people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Kendall stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Stewy is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, baby," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Stewy's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Stewy in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Stewy clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Stewy, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Kendall get in your head?"

"Kendall's right!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Stewy gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that family has put you through."

"They're still my family. I can't lose my entire family, Stewy!"

"What kind of fucking family stab each other in the back? Lie to each other? Sell each other out for business? You're better off without them and you know it."

You know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You heard what he said! He won't trust me anymore. No one will. It's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be known as the Roy liability."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named the Roy liability."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I'm the youngest, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Stewy flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

Stewy swears his hard breaks so hard, the both of you hear it shatter. A silent tear rolls down his cheek, big brown eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You duck your head, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Stewy thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Stewy Hosseini. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Stewy is left, cold and empty, in the apartment that no longer feels like home.

so... part 3??

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Wedding Bells (Part Two)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) here yall go damn!! (jk it's been long overdue after my failures I love u guys)

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PART ONE (OUT OF FIVE), AUTHOR MASTERLIST After assuring Roman that Stewy being your date was nothing but a platonic necessity for Shiv's wedding, the start of the night has decided on proving you wrong. It's much to your dismay...maybe not so much Stewy's (for the most part), but most certainly Kendall's. Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag. (Stewy's POV next!)

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The ceremony was beautiful, vows mandated. Knowing Tom as your technical boss, you're sure he wanted to say something from the heart. Knowing Shiv...Shiv, Shiv, your only girl friend Shiv...you know she wouldn't have that.

Roman took to looking bored next to Tabitha. You caught him making quips to her and you hate to wonder what he was saying, if he'd tell you the same things if you were his date.

Or maybe there's just some different with you that you wouldn't get the default comments out of Roman. Something just for you.

Maybe that's true for the past, before Tabitha and the now. You hate to think that, you think to not be over it already - you were asking Roman the what ifs of finding someone for you and you've got nothing to show for being ready to find that someone. That not-Roman.

Almost. Not really. No, you won't say you do have something to show for you. That something being taking looks at Stewy in the aisles.

Feeling your heart skip when he caught you taking those looks.

You were to not figure what the fuck Stewy was thinking at your stares when you were supposed to be gooey-goo over the new marriage of your friend. You were and are to not think about the way he met your eyes. You were to not notice the way Roman's head quickly, curtly snapped to follow where you were looking.

And now it's time for pictures!

"Has new, tanner dick brought you cause to lie to me?"

Roman kicks the grass, cut and too green underneath the both of you. What he's wearing isn't much different than his suits day to day at Waystar, but he looks nice. You don't know how to feel about how you don't feel the warm roll throughout your body at the sight of him handsome. Like he's not your boyfriend anymore.

He never was, he wasn't ever anything but the only person you've ever been in love with. Felt your loins on fire for, if you want to be gross about it.

You tilt your head.

"What?"

They're flashing pictures of just the bride and groom and it leaves Roman to whine to you on the sidelines. Stewy...in fact him and Kendall are nowhere to be found. You just know it's got something to do with whatever will ruin this family again. It'll be by tonight and forgiven in two weeks. At least the way you've grown into Roman over the years isn't something of a complete waste, you get understand the family you're working for for the rest of fucking time. Life.

Frank waves to you, you wave back.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Roman's slapped your hand down mid-wave.

"You told me you just needed a date and you were too stupid to go with the obvious three-way Tabitha and I offered. Okay. I accepted that like I wasn't being fucked, but then you're fucking Stewy with your eyes, opening legs with your irises at my sister's wedding. Bridesmaid gangbang."

"...Are the bridesmaids gangbanging Stewy?"

Roman's brows are perpetually down, nose flared. You've shat on the grass, basically. The joke's bombed.

"You. Stewy...and his of color cock and his smarmy eyes. You think you can find out the number to his shaft shade by now? With all the times you've-"

Your eyes dart to where his fist opens and closes, then to where his neck rolls and head jolts. It's like a visual cough.

"Jesus Christ, you know what? Let me just not quip bullshit, I can be serious. I think I deserve that, maybe?" He sniffs.

And there it is...or there it isn't. No automatic, instinctual rush to comfort Roman and hold him or punish his insecurities with teases or insults punchier than his. Nothing.

Because you see Stewy coming up behind him.

You've always noticed he holds himself well, ever since you were younger. But now...no.

But then, you look into Roman's eyes, brown - facing rejection or no-care he's always so sure of. You sigh.

There it is. The rush.

Roman leans into your palm on his bicep.

"I'm going to ask if you've been keeping track of how many times you've ridden him. Or he's ridden you. You've taken to American Paint Horses."

"...When the fuck did you know pony breeds?"

"When you started fucking the brown kind."

Jesus. Roman.

"Roman! Fucking cool it. You're being...like, racist. Cartoonishly racist over something that you've made up in your head."

"It's not racist. Stewy's brown. Shocker. You went from me, not brown, to him. That's a fact. I didn't press negatives onto the color of his cock or our cultural differences in...fetishes."

Roman blinks, he turns to Stewy smiling at you before he's talking to Kendall.

"And did I make it up? Really."

You blink. You sigh.

It just slips out.

"You went from me to Tabitha. Should I whine?"

The words already leave a bad taste in your mouth once they leave it. They're not even particularly jealous-sounding, it's more of a casual tease to bite Roman and his hypocrisy. Still, it reeks on your tongue - it's a gag of admittance and by Roman's smug fucking face, you know he knows it too.

It's a slow growing smugness, too. First it's comprehension of what you said in the first place, then it's realization - life breathed onto his face.

Complete satisfaction.

....She still likes me. Wants me. Fuck it, knew it. Her vagina cares enough to be jealous. Knew it, knew it. Knew it. Thank God, I thought I was fucking done for and ready to be shot out back.

"I'm joking, but it's also a genuine question...because you're doing that over something you're making up in your head, Rom."

Roman puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing out.

"I just question the stares, you baby. That's all I'm doing. It's fair, they were like - fucky eyes."

No.

You don't know what they were.

"No. They weren't. And I-"

"Okay, now the family together!"

You turn to the photographer, Roman doesn't.

"I don't think you get to think over who I stare at, may-"

"Fuck you. Of course I do. I don't deny you from commenting on Tab's love for me as a result of pussy envy. I don't. I won't...and we..."

Roman turns to his family gathering, Shiv's blinking quick at him. It's like she's cursing at him to hurry the fuck up. He turns back.

"We can talk about it. Past the bullshit."

...Really?

"Really?"

The word on your tongue is more sarcastic than it is in your head. And there, in the pause...it's like Roman's pulling back from the openness of himself. Taking what he's put out away.

"Me and Tabitha and you...sure."

"...Mm. Shiv's waiting for you."

"Like, do I have to stop playing bits here and be fun for you to actually still have fun with me-"

"Roman, hurry the fuck up, dude! Seriously."

"Cool it! I don't care that it's your wedding, Shivy Ginge. I'll set fire to your minge."

He taps into his British roots there before he's off. Not before he kisses your knuckles, though.

"I just fucking miss you, weirdo. I want conversations. I just...I don't like...do things in spite - not towards you, even though you're being fucking weird. I don't make wounds and shove my dick into them as a gotcha."

It's said as he moves off. They take photos - the Roys...your Roys. You smile at Kendall when he smiles at you. Your thumb rubs your knuckle, you won't think about his kiss.

"Tabitha, just get it here."

But you don't think anything at all when they let Tabitha into the frame. It's easy for her. Rightfully so, but it's on your skin on a knife and you don't feel that's right.

But you don't feel it go away.

It hits you like the first time you cried as a child. It's a childish hurt and you can't make it go away as you watch the camera flash and Roys and Tabitha smile, as they bring Rava into the picture taking. Rightfully so.

It's a nail in the coffin, the confirmation what Roman has with Tabitha is real.

Your love, it still here thumping at your heart, is not.

Why are you about to cry?

"Hey, you."

You turn to the dark-haired, clean bearded man at your side. His knowing but soft voice.

"Hey, Stewy."

"What's with the glossy eyes?"

The burning is against the sudden, unwanted warmth you feel. You don't want to feel warmth at how Stewy's so close to you. You've been close to him before and nothing - nothing like what you feel with Roman.

But here, everything with what you feel with Roman. Maybe something new, something giddy that differs because Stewy isn't Roman, he's Stewy. He exists differently.

And now Roman exists away from you.

"Weddings, you know?"

Stewy smiles thin, brown eyes light.

"...Yeah. No. But even if it was yeah...I don't think it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Wambsgans getting me leaky. How's your legs from your formal-attire workout."

"...Upright planking?"

"Exactly."

You are sore. "It was a workout. At least I didn't have to listen to DIY vows. That would've been the real challenge."

Stewy leans you. You try not to breathe, you don't know why.

"I don't know, I think it'd be fun to see a Roy attempt romantics in public. Do you remember Ken's wedding with Rava?"

Yes. You won't be mean in your thoughts, genuinely.

"Yeah. The singing during the dinner was cute, I'm glad he chose to put that stunt there instead of the altar."

Stewy puts his hands in his pockets.

"Isn't that fucking right." His voice is warm, almost teasing - well...always teasing, even if the conversation is genuine. You know him well enough to know he's not fucking with you, laughing at you in the bore of small talk. It's just how he talks.

You also know him well enough to know his cologne is wearing off.

"You're not going to join the happy family photoshoot?"

"No. Have no reason to."

You and him haven't been facing each other in your talk, eyes to the Roy family with Tabitha and Rava as the reception beings to bustle inside.

You wonder if Stewy feels the tension too. If you're crazy - if you're childish for thinking he does or if you're both for feeling it yourself in the first place.

"That's a same, you're basically a fifth child. Which makes whatever you had with Roman incested. Which makes it less hot. I know, I'm weird, not...illegally weird, though. For the most part...so, the honorary incest is not hot, now that I think of it."

Stewy takes his hand out of his pocket. You see it out of the corner of your eye and you feel his touch on your back a couple seconds after.

You don't see how he pauses, you couldn't know how he thinks about how this touch is going to feel on his skin.

What the fuck happened, man? What happened that now things are...fucking coiling inside him. Like he's a boy - or no. Gross, cartoonish to describe it like...now it's just different with you. What fucking happened?"

Stewy smiles.

"You're perfume is disappearing on us. I don't want to be sniffing up on your sweat follicles while we're dancing, princess."

You shiver.

Why the fuck are you on fire in the best way possible?

"What a bore, right? Let's get inside."

Shiv fixes the waist of her dress.

"Yeah, honey. Photos are a bore, but important for our memoralization of our love...tonight, right? And I think we're supposed to let everyone go in first before we come crashing as bride and groom."

Photos are done. Everyone separates and even in the fire, you look to see if Roman's watching the flames. And....

Of course he is. But then you realize that you didn't tell Kendall that Stewy's your date. You didn't think you had to, but his eyes catching to where his best friend holds you is where you remember that yeah, Stewy's his best friend. The only reason why you know Stewy is because he's Kendall's best friend that he introduced when you were 14. You'll give him more leeway than you give to Roman. Even though it's still a date you needed, it must be weird for Kendall to see without context.

"I think you looked very beautiful up there."

You turn to Stewy, heart beating quick. Too quick for you to judge yourself for it.

"For Shiv's sake, I won't say you outdid her but...you were the closest bridesmaid to doing the out."

You smile to break away from that tension - between him and between how Kendall's hand drops from Rava's waist, how his eyes blink low from afar.

"You were examining all of us up there to figure that out?"

It's a joke you think warrants another smarmy-charming reply.

But all Stewy does is just hold his head up with something....serious along his face. Nothing under a tease, just eyes not blinking before he looks to the grass.

"No."

You can't stop your smile from falling before the photographer comes up to the both of you.

"Hey, you two want a photo? Cute couple."

"Oh, we're jus-"

"Sure. Have at us."

Stewy says it as charming as he says everything before he pulls you close by the waist.

"Oh, I can smell you better now. Smile, princess."

You do with every roll of fire on your skin. Your stomach turns over.

Maybe it's not childish...it's just new, it's just how you feel. What you hate is that you do, that it's Stewy. You have a right to new people, a new person to feel like this for...but not Stewy.

But it is, for some strange, new reason.

The camera shutters on you and him.

"Can I kiss you? It'll be modest. Cheeky."

It doesn't take you more than two seconds for it to slip out.

"...Sure. Yeah."

"Alright, yeah."

Stewy says it quietly before he kisses your cheek.

Oh, God.

The camera shutter, you might be...shuddering. You smile anyway. The photographer smiles too.

"Alright, make sure to catch the bouquet!"

They walk off and Stewy doesn't let go of you. You realize that he was holding it before the photographer came up for photos.

...Just breathe, just breathe.

And you do, Stewy's face doesn't stop you from breathing, you're able to breathe into it. Because of it - suddenly.

With his smile, with his smile.

...Maybe you'll indulge, maybe you have been indulging.

"I-"

You were going to, just before there's the sound of immense gagging. Vomiting.

"Fuck!"

"Rome?"

"Roman? What the fuck?"

Stewy turns to the commotion, brows rising up.

"Oh...oh. Fuck. That's disgusting."

It's Roman puking chunks onto the grass. Tabitha stands over him, complete ohs and rightful confusion on now knowing what to do. His father, Logan just looks completely disappointed.

Roman's hunches over. He's holding his head in what you know to be complete pain.

What the fuck?

"Roman?"

Of course, he doesn't answer you. You go to go up to him, but there's a hand on yours.

"I think we can go inside. Roman's vomit breath will meet us there, it looks like he's got enough people to check on him and his insides."

"I don't th-"

Even after everything, or because of everything, you still try and go to Roman. But Tabitha's hands rubbing his back stop you.

It takes the breath out of you.

Yeah, it's just...he'll meet you inside. Roman's got comfort, he decided it wouldn't be you and that'll stop hurting.

Roman will stop hurting a lot easier than you, you're sure. It'll be okay, you've got the rest of your life to take his insults of tonight.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go."

You hear the last of the gags as you and Stewy head inside to the start of the reception.

"I think they got my favorite desert, actually. I don't know how. If I'm feeling sultry and you're feeling consensual, I'll fork it into your mouth for you to try."

"...Sounds sultry. Okay"

You neither lean or move away from his hand on the small of your back. You let him pick something out of your hair.

"Roman, what the fuck? You okay, bro?"

"That was...you okay, son?"

You won't catch how Roman can't catch his breath. He can't recover. He can't come up from his knees. He actually lowers.

Tabitha's hands feels like bees, unfuckingfortunately. Roman crawls away and jolts at her palm finding him again.

"Stop! Just- it's fine. Stop. Sorry, sorry, Tab's. Dad, I'm good. I'm-"

He hacks. He can't breathe.

He knows why he can't breathe, but where are you? Where are the hands that actually feel like life digging back into his lungs?

Roman looks up.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Where are you?

"Roma-"

Whoever's talking to him gets interrupted by more vomiting. He's choking on it.

"Oh fucking Christ. I'm going, I'm going inside, Pinky. Someone get him water. Absolutely disgusting."

He would say he doesn't know what he did, but he does. He just doesn't...but he's sorry.

Where did you go? Why don't you come back?

"Roman, baby-"

"Don't fuckin-I said! I said stop. Sorry, you'll touch me later. I'm sorry."

He really fucking is, but someone else will be. If Roman sees Stewy in there...the bullet in Roman's head will be his to blame. That'll make him feel better.

Roman wipes his mouth, his eyes. He sniffles.

"Are you cry-"

"No! Tabitha, stop! Shiv - go get banged, it's your wedding day."

He can feel eyes. So, he's right. Staring does mean things.

"Fuck off!"

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could you maybe do headcanons on how the succession characters would comfort their partner? it's just being such a shit week and on top of that i finished succession and i am immensely sad💀 it's okay if you can't tho !! thanks <3

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p.s. I’m so sorry I’m updating slowly :( I promise I’ll get better about it the moment I’m on break, im sick and school is ruing my life :,) enjoy x

comforting you

Kendall

ᝰ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᝰ he just knows what you need

ᝰ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᝰ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᝰ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᝰ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᝰ “hi, ken.”

ᝰ peppers your face in kisses

ᝰ “feeling off?” he asks

ᝰ you nod

ᝰ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᝰ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᝰ so you tell him everything

ᝰ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ anything for you

Roman

ᝰ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᝰ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᝰ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᝰ he sees your pouty face when you get home from a grocery run

ᝰ “hey, babe, come look,” he says after he helps with all the bags

ᝰ he’d been at work when you’d left for the store

ᝰ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᝰ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᝰ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᝰ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᝰ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᝰ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᝰ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᝰ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᝰ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᝰ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᝰ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

Shiv

ᝰ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᝰ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᝰ you tell her everything

ᝰ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᝰ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᝰ and she does as she said she would

ᝰ everything’s somehow resolved in the next hour

ᝰ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᝰ you very happily oblige

ᝰ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᝰ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᝰ you’ve never felt more loved

ᝰ she murmurs about how valentine’s day is coming up

ᝰ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty day of

ᝰ you don’t really know how you got here

ᝰ but you’re not upset

ᝰ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᝰ you don’t even remember why you were upset

Tom

ᝰ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᝰ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᝰ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᝰ “everything okay?”

ᝰ “rough day…”

ᝰ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᝰ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᝰ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᝰ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᝰ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᝰ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᝰ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᝰ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᝰ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᝰ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᝰ he does his best to give you a solution

ᝰ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your office for the next week

Greg

ᝰ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᝰ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᝰ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᝰ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᝰ you shrug

ᝰ “wanna talk about it?”

ᝰ you tell him everything

ᝰ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᝰ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᝰ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᝰ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᝰ he wants to help you

ᝰ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᝰ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᝰ you both talk nonstop

ᝰ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᝰ just things that reminds him of you

ᝰ and a bracelet, too

ᝰ`he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᝰ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᝰ ever

ᝰ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᝰ but you’re not

ᝰ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

Stewy

ᝰ he feels what you feel

ᝰ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᝰ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᝰ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᝰ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᝰ that manages to get you to laugh

ᝰ he smiles at your smiling

ᝰ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᝰ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᝰ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᝰ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᝰ “why’re you upset?”

ᝰ “oh, it’s nothing, stewy.”

ᝰ “bullshit.”

ᝰ you spill

ᝰ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᝰ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᝰ he kisses all up your neck

ᝰ “but we don’t have to think about that all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up many lives for you.”

ᝰ you laugh, making him laugh

ᝰ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

ᝰ he even lets you put his hair into pigtails with your hair ties

[vero1shere]

spring breakers! chapter one

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: i recommend you read the prologue first, foul language, main character is a bad person, lots of sexual commentary from roman, logan roy staring...

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Stewy’s whistle was low, appreciative, and just a little smug. “Marla Carranza.” His eyes flicked down the length of her dress before he leaned in for a hug, the scent of expensive cologne clinging to him. “Kendall told me you were coming, but I didn’t believe him at all.”

Marla was wearing a dark grayish blue dress with a V-neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. She’d gotten real pretty for this. Her first time seeing the family after such a long time, she had to leave a great impression. 

Marla let out a soft laugh, taking a slow sip of her champagne. “Yeah, honestly, I’m still surprised I accepted his… uh, invite.” 

“Ah, see, that’s what I love about you, Marla. Always full of bad decisions.” His grin was sharp, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something closer to curiosity.

Marla and Stewy had met during her internship at Waystar, when she became friends with Kendall, which entailed her partying every weekend at different high-end bars and clubs. 

Stewy and Marla hit it off immediately. Stewy was a flirty guy, and there was nothing Marla found more fun than being able to flirt back without consequences. Of course, they did date for a while but it was nothing really serious. They both knew that.

She raised a brow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Absolutely.”

The two of them stood at the edge of the gala, away from the cameras, the polished floor glinting beneath the chandeliers. The room was buzzing with business talk. On the opposite corner of the room, Marla recognised Connor, who appeared to be yelling at a server, clearly stressed out. She’d never really connected with him like she’d done with the rest of the Roys, mainly due to him being sort of an outsider inside both the family and the company. And what benefit would Marla obtain from buddying up with the interloper? Marla was always thinking about the benefit. 

Stewy followed her gaze, scoffing softly. “Poor guy. Always trying so hard to be relevant.”

Marla huffed a quiet laugh, though she couldn’t entirely disagree. Before she could say anything, she felt his eyes shift back to her, assessing. “You’re not like him,” he said, voice lower now, more deliberate. Like he’d been waiting for an opening. Like she was the most interesting thing in the room.

“I’m not so sure.” Marla turned her eyes back over to Stewy. “One might say I’m just as desperate for relevancy as Connor Roy is.”

Stewy shrugged. “At least you aren’t so obvious with it.” he swirled his drink. “So… you working for Logan now?”

Marla’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “What makes you say that?”

“Because only people who work for Logan voluntarily walk into these fucking shark-infested waters.” His gaze sharpened. “And you don’t strike me as someone who came here just for the champagne.”

Marla held his stare, unblinking. “Maybe I just missed the family.”

That earned a quiet chuckle. “Right. And I’m here for the charity.” He tilted his head, assessing her like she was a stock on the rise. ��So what’s your angle?”

She smirked. “I think I might just be trying too hard to be relevant.”

Stewy chuckled softly before leaning in just slightly. “I’ll say this, Marla—whatever you’re up to, you better be damn sure it’s worth it.”

There was no warning in his voice, just amusement, the kind that came from watching someone step into the lion’s den on purpose.

Marla just smiled, lifting her glass in an unbothered toast. “Cheers to bad decisions, then.”

Their glasses clinked, but before either could say another word, Stewy’s gaze flicked over her shoulder. His smirk widened, just a little.

“Well, well. Looks like you’ve got company.”

Marla turned just in time to see Shiv Roy approaching, alone. Behind her, Marla could grasp the image of her husband, whom she had only met in pictures, staring at Shiv’s back. 

Stewy exhaled, already taking a step back. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Coward,” Marla muttered.

“Strategist,” he corrected with a wink before slipping away, leaving her alone with Shiv.

And just like that, the air shifted.

Effortlessly poised, champagne flute in hand, she moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was the smartest person in the room, or at least believing she was. The moment Marla locked eyes with her, it became clear: this wasn’t just a casual hello.

Marla straightened her posture, letting a slow smile curve her lips. “Why, hello Shiv.”

Shiv’s red lips parted into something that resembled a smile, but there was a sharpness to it. “Marla. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to be here,” Marla replied easily, taking a sip of her drink. “But you know how it is, free booze, good lighting, rich men being miserable. Hard to say no.”

Shiv hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Right. And what exactly are you doing here?”

Straight to the point. Marla almost laughed. “Oh well, you know…” Marla played with the bracelet laying on her wrist. The situation made her nervous. She had always been intimidated by Shiv, even when they’d been best friends. “Wanted to see the um… new steps of the company. I am a board member after all.”

Shiv’s gaze flickered over her, quick and assessing. Sizing her up. Then, as if remembering something, she let out a soft chuckle. “God. Kendall must be feeling sentimental.”

Marla’s brows furrowed. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Isn’t it?” Shiv countered smoothly. “You show up after, what? Years? And suddenly, you’re sitting at his table, looking…” Her eyes swept over Marla’s dress, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. “…expensive.”

Marla smiled, unbothered. “Oh but I always look like this. Don’t you remember Shivvy?”

Shiv’s lips pressed together, amusement barely masking the tension beneath. For a second, she looked like she might push further, ask more, dig deeper. And for a moment, Marla thought she might actually say something real.

After all, this was Shiv. Her Shiv. The girl she used to share cigarettes with outside of shitty college parties, both of them cackling about which idiot was going to fail the next exam. The one she stayed up with in their dorm, ranting about boys and family and futures that were supposed to be theirs for the taking.

But that was a long time ago.

And now, here they were, talking like strangers with knives behind their backs.

“I should go find Tom.” Shiv finally let her gaze move from Marla’s eyes, hesitating before doing so, something unspoken in her expression. “But it was… uh, nice seeing you Marla.”

“Nice seeing you too.” Marla had turned back to the table, taking out her phone before she suddenly overheard Kendall’s voice from behind her.

“Hey Shiv.”

“Nice work, bro.”

Marla barely turned her head as Kendall slid into view, noticing how Shiv’s lips were already curling into a smirk.

Kendall blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Shiv took a slow sip of her drink, nudging towards the blonde girl sitting at the same table as Marla. “Fucking the talent.”

Kendall’s face barely shifted, but something in his posture stiffened. “Hey, come on.”

“No, it’s okay,” Shiv continued, voice light but razor-sharp. “You’re fucking ATN. ATN is fucking me. It’s a little clusterfuck.”

Marla watched Kendall’s jaw tighten. 

“But hey! Marla is here too! Maybe you can turn it into a threesome.” Shiv winked at him, but before he could respond, she was already turning away, leaving him standing there like a misplaced chess piece.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before his eyes finally landed on Marla.

“Marla,” he said, slow and careful, like he was testing the weight of her name after all these years.

Marla tilted her head, her smirk softening just a fraction. “Kendall.”

A beat of silence. He blinked, almost like he didn’t believe she was real.

“You…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Holy shit. You’re actually here.”

Marla let out a soft chuckle, swirling the champagne in her glass. “Yeah well, you practically begged me to make an appearance tonight.”

“Yeah.” Kendall laughed. “I did… uh, have you met my date?” He pointed towards the blonde girl that Shiv had referred to just a moment ago. 

“Anna Newman.” Her voice was sweet, but she seemed bored. She extended her hand and Marla took it, a sympathetic smile on her face. 

“Marla Carranza.”

“Have you… uh, been having a good time?” Kendall directed the question towards Anna, sitting down as he did so. 

“Yeah. Uh… It’s been lovely.” She displayed what was clearly a fake smile on her face. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad.” Kendall turned around to look at Marla now. “So… how are you, uh, feeling about Tuesday?”

“I already told you. I’m fully team Kenny.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It’s just I’ve… I’m a little bit nervous about this whole thing.”

“Rightfully so. You’re kinda going to murder your dad.”

Kendall’s smile grew. “Hey, don’t say that.” Marla simply hummed as an answer. 

Before Marla could answer, Connor suddenly appeared, his energy frayed at the edges, lowering himself to Kendall’s height. "Hey, uh, Ken? Need to talk."

Kendall barely looked at him. "Yeah, what’s up?"

“Wait, Marla? How have things been going?” Marla wished Connor hadn’t realised she was there. This many reencounters in a night were giving her a headache.

“It’s been good.”

“So sorry about the butter.” Connor turned his attention back over to Kendall, leaving Marla confused and with no space to ask what was wrong with the butter. “Yeah so, apparently dad’s going to be doing the speech now, so late change of plans, I hope that’s cool.”

Kendall stood up in surprise, blinking. 

“What?”

“Well, yeah, he just said. I guess that put a spoke in quite a few wheels, huh?”

“Con. Con.” Kendall’s voice was laced with worry as he stopped Connor from leaving. “He’s in no fit state.” “Gotta go backstage.” Connor touched his shoulder before leaving, Kendall following after him.

Marla barely had a second to process Kendall’s abrupt exit before a voice cut in from her right, dry and unmistakably amused.

“Holy shit. It’s alive.”

She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

He dropped into the chair beside her like he owned it, all loose limbs and careless confidence, eyeing her over the rim of his drink.

“Did they roll out a red carpet for you, or did you just claw your way back in? Either way, congrats. You’re like a very sexy cockroach.”

Marla let out a slow breath, turning toward him at last. Roman looked the same, somehow both sharp and disheveled, suit slightly wrinkled like he’d just rolled out of someone else’s bed.

Her lips quirked. “That was almost a compliment.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to add the part where I’m deeply, profoundly unsettled by your presence.” He gestured vaguely at her dress. “But you do look… hot, so at least there’s that.”

Marla rolled her eyes, lifting her glass in mock gratitude. “Gee, thanks, Rome.”

He smirked. “Mm. That’s what I do. Boost female confidence. I’m basically the Gloria Steinem of billionaire failsons.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Where’s your date? Assuming you have one.”

Roman clicked his tongue, glancing briefly at the crowd. “Oh, she was here. You just missed her.”

His tone was deliberately vague, leaving room for interpretation. 

Marla raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Did she happen to be… a real person?”

“Define real.” He grinned. “Like, did she have a pulse? Was she tax-paying? Did she have a deep and meaningful relationship with her father? Some of those answers are yes.”

Marla smirked, leaning in slightly. “So, translation: you scared her off.”

“I did not.” Roman’s hand fluttered to his chest in mock offense. 

“Let me guess, she just had an urgent appointment? With a car? Going far away from you?” He shrugged. “Classic.”

“Are you projecting right now?” Roman cocked his head, eyes glinting. “What’s your deal here? You back for good? Or just here to haunt us like some terribly-fuckable poltergeist?”

Marla took a slow sip of her drink. “Why? You worried?”

Roman grinned. “Worried? No. Turned on? Only in a deeply concerning, self-loathing kind of way.”

Marla exhaled a short laugh, her gaze steady. Roman was always like this, always pushing, always performing. But there was something in his eyes, beneath the smirk, that was watching her just as closely.

She set her glass down with a soft clink. “So, is this the part where you pretend you didn’t miss me?”

Roman made a face, feigning horror. “Oh God, was I supposed to? Shit. No one gave me the memo.” He leaned in, dropping his voice to a low stage whisper. “Wait, do you want me to say I did? Will that make you feel all warm and gooey inside?”

Marla hummed, tilting her head as if considering it. “I think I’d rather watch you squirm.”

Roman barked out a laugh. “Mar, please. If I could be rattled by you, I’d be dead already.”

She arched a brow. “Mmm. Keep telling yourself that.”

His grin twitched, just barely, like she’d brushed against something real. But then he was back on the offense, tilting his head, studying her with faux curiosity.

“So, then. Who lured you out of exile? Kenny?” His smirk widened. “Wait, no. You’re too smart for that. Shiv, then? Or…” his eyes flickered with amusement, “dear old dad?”

There it was. The real test.

Marla didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, slow and sharp. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Roman clicked his tongue, mock-disappointed. “Oof. That’s such a Shiv answer.” He gave her a once-over. “You two been trading notes? I saw you talking to her just minutes before.”

“Are you stalking me Rome?” If he would tease, you could tease back. “Are you jealous that I didn’t run immediately towards you?” Her words were biting, mocking him in a fake sadness. 

Roman clutched his chest. “Christ, Marla, do you want me to cry? Because I will. Right here. Full meltdown.”

She pretended to consider. “Would be entertaining.”

Roman pointed at her. “See, now that? That’s the kind of passive-aggressive ex-girlfriend energy I live for.”

Marla just took a sip of her drink, unbothered. “We never dated.”

“Oh, we so did.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe not in the ‘we are boyfriend and girlfriend and we fuck’ sense, but, like…” He made a vague, circular motion with his drink. “We did things. We were things.”

Marla’s smile turned sharp. “Yeah, the things were...”

“Hey.” Kendall slipped back into his seat beside her, his expression tight, his energy off. He barely acknowledged them, eyes fixed ahead. Whatever conversation he’d just had, it hadn’t gone his way.

“Well, what happened to you, my dear brother?” Roman’s tone was, as most of the time, mocking.

“Business mogul. Philanthropist.” A guy had stood up in the center of the stage, excusing Kendall out of answering. “And the man whose name is at the top of my checks.”

“Seems like it’s time for your daddy’s speech” 

“Ew don’t call him my daddy.” Roman pretended to gag. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my profound pleasure to introduce to you on this most auspicious occasion…”

Roman let out a loud mocking yawn as the guy kept talking. 

“... the man, the legend: Logan Roy.”

“Wait, was it not supposed to be Kenny?” Roman finally sat down correctly, seemingly interested now.

“Do you care?” 

Roman tilted his head, considering her question. “I mean… not really. But I do love a good family betrayal. It’s like porn for me.”

Marla’s gaze drifted back to the stage, ignoring Roman’s comment as Logan took his place.

The applause was immediate, obedient.

Logan stood tall, his presence swallowing the room whole. Even the clinking of glasses quieted.

“Alright,” he said, tone clipped. “Let’s get on with it.”

A small chuckle rippled through the crowd, the kind that came from people desperate to be in on the joke. 

“Some personal news,” Logan went on, voice steady, measured. “Seems someone took advantage of me being in the hospital… to propose…”

At this point Logan was staring directly at Kendall, clearly taking a jab at him.

“To my daughter.”

A slight pause. A murmur in the crowd.

“So I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome her fiancé, Tom Wambsgans, to the family.” Logan’s eyes found Tom in the crowd, holding him there for a beat too long. “Welcome to the family, Tom.”

Polite applause. The sound of it made Marla’s teeth clench. 

Logan continued, shifting gears without missing a beat and Marla disassociated, moving in her chair to look at Shiv and her husband, who seemed even more uncomfortable than Kendall. “It’s so, so important that children are supported and encouraged.” His voice took on an almost thoughtful lilt. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for my children.”

Marla turned her head back at him, just slightly. And that’s when she caught it.

Logan’s eyes, cutting through the crowd, landing directly on her.

It was brief. A flicker. A fraction of a second too long to be accidental.

Then he moved on, as if she were nothing.

Marla’s fingers tightened around her glass.

Roman, watching her, let out a low chuckle. “Wow. That was something.”

Marla’s expression didn’t waver. “Was it?”

“Oh, definitely.” Roman tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “What do you think it meant?”

Marla did not know what Logan’s stare meant. Was it even important? Was it a hello? A ‘fuck you’? Or just some good old-fashioned ‘I see you, and I own you’ Roy-family mind games? 

It didn’t really matter, what was important was how she felt about it. 

And Marla liked it.

She didn’t care if it meant that Logan hated her. All she cared about was the fact that he had noticed. That she was important. 

Marla set down her drink with careful precision. “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”

Roman let out a soft whistle, amused. “You really haven’t lost your touch.”

She turned, fully toward him now, resting her elbow on the table. “And you? Same old Roman? Still playing fool while the kingdom burns?”

He grinned, unfazed. “What can I say? I know my strengths.”

She studied him for a beat. “And your weaknesses?”

Roman’s smirk faltered—just for a second.

But Marla caught it.

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