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will neverrrrrrr say no to more roman fics from u 🥰🥰🥰

aww i’m glad you guys like themm 🤍🤍

roman is my favorite to write for but i was nervous there wasn’t a audience for him anymore.

next post (wherever that’ll be) will probably be shiv or more roman since award season has me rewatching the roys

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girl next door is soooo good!!

you should make it a full fic

i might! i have lots of ideas, but because of school and extracurriculars i don’t know how consistent i’d be:/// and i’d hate to leave a story dead for 4 months then move on.

we’ll definitely see tho because i think it’d be fun ♡

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“comfort”

roman roy x reader blurb nsfw

( this is based off a dream so i had to write it)

You’re standing over Roman who’s sitting in his office chair. His head was resting on your chest as you played with his hair. Every time you ran your fingers against his scalp, you pulled a slight sigh from him; it was cute.

He was practically hanging off his chair, his body hugging your leg. This was normal Roman. Clinging into you, not knowing what’s going on in his head.

“I think I should bring it up next meeting, what do you think?”

Roman responded with a breathy “yeah” instantly, attempting to get this thoughts straight.

Romans hands found your back, pressing your body closer toward him. The action drawing a slight moan from you, but this is just how Roman is when it’s just two of you. Pulling you close as humanly possible, nuzzling his head farther into your chest. And creating friction with your leg.

“Comfortable?” you teased, but he just hummed back, too lazy to properly quip back.

He was rock hard but dismissed this as ‘just Roman’ and kept talking. Also because you liked how needy he was for you, gripping onto you like it was his dying wish.

As you were talking about possible dinner plans you notice Roman’s hips started rocking against your leg. It started slow as he kept trying to pull your body more into his, it wasn’t long before he reangled his hips for deeper friction.

Roman tried muffling his moans with your body, not loosening his grip.

You didn’t care if Roman was listening, you knew he needed the distraction from himself. The horniness of the situation alone had you suppressing whimpers.

Every thrust was so needy and desperate, he was unable to look at you. Just holding on and thrusting like his life depended on it.

Your mind was fuzzy. Unable to focus on anything expect for Roman humping your leg in his office, shamelessly moaning into your body to muffle himself. It was so hot.

“Rome I-,” You breathed. He was so close, his cock was twitching, his hips moving hastily. If there wasn’t just drawn curtains concealing the two of you from the rest of the office. You’d take him right there.

“P-please, M-almost there.” He muffled into your clothes.

Helping him toward the final push, you ran your nails into his hair again.

“You’re disgusting Roman. You’re sick. Getting off at work? C’mon, thought you were better than that.”

He was panting. “Yeah, I’m a sick fuck,” he moaned. One of his hands moved down to your hips to gain stability as his eye brows furrowed, about to cum. “W-What- What else?” He muttered out.

“God you can’t even look at me. You are like a depraved little boy. A little fucking failure.” You sneered at him. You pushed your leg deeper into his crotch, pretty whimpers and moaned leaving his lips as he came. He continued to buck into you until he came down.

You stepped back when he let go of you, seeing a wet stain in his pants.

“Oh fuck you. Get me new pants.”

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what’s next/reminder ! ☆

i am still a full time student/someone who does extra-curriculars and though i would love to just write, i can’t guarantee there won’t be another motions1ckness drought. BUT i do love writing and i have sm ideas.

also

i am not just a julien writer! ik a lot of yall follow me for my julien fics which is cool, but i started this account for succession and i can say the next time i post is gonna be for roman or shiv

(idk who will read this, but i just wanted to post this bc i feel like i just post fics and don’t engage with anyone on here)

#reminder #admin post #what’s next?

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“Girl Next Door”

Julien Baker college!au

summary: you’re visiting your hometown from college and the new neighbor’s daughter is visiting too.

content: smut, f!reader, dom julien, overstimulation, straps, submissive reader, minor use of pet names

“Do you know if the coffee shop I always went to is still open?” You yelled down to your mom, who was bringing in the last of your luggage from the car.

“I think so, but it’s almost 4 honey. I also forgot to tell you about the new neighbors.” She trailed on as you made your way down the stairs to get your bag from her, “they’re across the street and they told me they also have a daughter coming back from college; you should say hi, she’s a music major,” your mom beamed. You took the bag from her and offered a weak smile.

Honestly, you hated introducing yourself and feeling forced to say ‘hi’ to people you barely know. So, hiding out from the new neighbors seemed easy enough. “Yeah if I see them,” you responded, making your way up the stairs and setting the final bag on the wooden vanity that’s been in your room since you were in the first grade. You gave yourself a look in the mirror before losing the scarf around your neck and grabbing your keys, “Alright I’m gonna head out, I’ll be back before 6 probably.” All you got back was a murmur. The new neighbors and their mysterious daughter were the last thing you wanted to think about as you finally shut the front door.

Directly after locking it, you saw her. She seemed to be getting her stuff from the back of her truck as the two of you stopped. It was quick, but you could feel her studying your body, then your lips, before darting to your eyes again. Heat scattered over your face, contrasting with the brisk weather. Her lips curved into a smirk as she continued getting her stuff from the back, and you resumed on your way.

The ride was loaded with second-guessing and arousal as you kept playing the moment in your head. And it kept playing as you pushed open the doors to the cafe, the nostalgic scent soothing your nerves. After placing your order, you claimed your favorite spot in high school and often spent hours cramping for a test the next day. In an attempt to control the racing thoughts about the neighbor's daughter, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, trying to relieve yourself of this fascination. A subtle chime from the door whistled, commanding your attention to none other than her. Her eyes flickered to yours before ordering and then walking towards you. Your breath was caught in your throat as the girl you’ve been trying to get out of your head was directly in front of you.

“Mind if I joined you?” Her voice was warm, and before you could think you were nodding. She took the seat across from you, and you made a mental note of her toned arms and how good they’d look- “ I’m Julien, by the way.” You had exchanged names and noticed her thumping on the table with her tatted fingers. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Julien stated, gaze fixed on you.

“You have? Like what?” You wanted to kick yourself for not thinking of a better response but blamed it on her boldness and your extreme attraction toward her.

“That there was a cute girl also visiting from college across the street. Had to see it for myself.” A familiar flush covered your cheeks as her eyes landed on your lips.

“I hope I live up to the expectation,” you responded meekly.

Julien smirked, tilting her head slightly, her gaze piercing, “You definitely do,” her comment made you more giddy than you’d like to admit, “I feel like our parents have been plotting our introduction for a while." Her dumb quip made you laugh, sounding more nervous than you wanted, but Julien didn’t mind.

She loved how flustered she made you.

“Since I’m kinda new to this area, would you mind showing me around?” she asked, moving her hand from the table to your arm. The action pushed all the tension to leave your body, breaking her eye contact to stare at her rose tattoo below her knuckles.

Flustered, you respond, Sure,” taking a sharp inhale of breath, “I can show you more than just that.” You said, just above a whisper.

A beat passed, Julien's lips parted slightly before standing and holding her hand out, “I hope you didn’t want that coffee.” she said, her voice sounding gravelly. Unable to form words, you took her calloused hand and rushed to your car.

The moment she closed her door her hands found your hair, hauling you towards her, her lips crashing into yours. A slight moan escapes your throat as you feel your core pooling with heat. Your hand falls on her neck, as her tongue runs against your teeth making you submit to her.

Julien pulled away slightly, panting, “Maybe we should just head back to mine.” One of her hands leaves your hair to hold your jaw, her thumb sitting on your lip. You softened to her touch, your fixated stare never wavering.

Her attention focused on your mouth, running her thumb across your bottom lip. You gave her a short hum in response, unable to form cohesive thoughts.

“I need you to use your words, hun,” she commanded, adding pressure to her movement. That seemed to finally push you out of a dream state and answer her, “Y-yeah let’s do that,” you swallowed, starting to head back.

The ride was short. You put on some mindless music and could feel Julien’s gaze burning through you. When you pulled into your driveway, both of you took note of the vacant parking spots left by her parents.

After getting out of the car, the two of you discreetly went to her parent’s house, worried your parents would look out the window and question you about the two of you sneaking around. Whilst entering, Julien eagerly took your hand, pulling you towards her room.

Julien shut the door behind you two, pushing you against it. Her cologne overwhelmed your senses, the tattoos, and strands of her dirty blonde hair falling in front of her face making you weak.

Julien started attacking your neck, leaving marks and small bites down to your collarbones. “Julien you’re so- fuck” you whined, tossing your head back, giving her better access.

Drawing back slightly, she found the neck of my shirt and rubbed the fabric between her fingers, “Can I?”

“Please” you breathed. Julien wasted no time getting your top onto the floor before grabbing your waist and attacking your chest. The sensation pulled a moan from you, feeling her soft lips leave scattered love bites across your body.

“How about we move to the bed,” she asked, glancing up at you with a contrasting innocent demeanor. You quickly nodded and followed her to the bed, where she stood over you, looking down at your beauty.

“Are you into straps or stuff like that?” She followed up, catching you a bit off guard by the reality of the situation setting in.

“Y-yeah I’m good with anything,” you affirm before kissing her again, Julien pulls away looking in one of her bags to pull out a strap. You knew if Julien was a guy you’d have trouble with it, but seeing what she brought made your jaw hang.

“You always carry that with you?” You joked but tried to figure out why she packed a sex toy with her while visiting her parent's new house.

She started to undress, starting with her shirt. “I told you,” peeling off her sports bra and exposing her bare chest, “My parents told me there was a cute girl next door.” Your vision glued to her as she stripped down, putting on the strap, not looking away from you either. “Couldn’t resist,” she admitted, walking back to stand between your legs.

Julien liked towering over you, how you beamed back at her, knowing she had full control over you. She leaned down, cupping your face, placing sloppy, desperate kissing over your mouth and jaw. Julien’s hands began on your shoulders, but quickly moved down to your clothed heat.

“Baby I don’t want to split you in two,” Julien said genuinely, tracing shapes into your hips .

“Break me,” you waiver. It was so easy for you to fall under her control. Julien smirked before pushing her lips into yours again, cupping your breast and squeezing your nipple. A broken moan escapes your lips, causing you to throw your head back.

“Can you take these off for me?" Pulling on the hem of your underwear, "It’ll be easier for both of us.” Julien breathed, her face flushed. Without wasting a second you stripped, leaving you both exposed.

Julien’s eyes scanned your body, biting her cheek, “Fuck baby, I need to be inside of you already, please,” she said before kissing you again, pushing you into her new sheets.

She went back to your chest, taking each nipple in the mouth and swirling it with her tongue before releasing it with a ‘pop’, then repeating the same motion with the other. Your back arched off the bed, eyebrows furrowing and jaw hung. She wasn’t even inside you yet and you were a writhing mess.

Julien pulled away from your body, causing you to yearn for her touch. She sat between your legs, adjusting her hips and pulling your leg over her shoulder. You felt the tip of the strap run against your folds, drawing a whine from you. Julien gradually pushed into you, giving you time to adjust to the size, before bottoming out. After a few seconds, she formed a slow pace, trying not to hurt you.

“Julien–fuck, m-more please,” you begged. Her hips didn’t falter as she picked up the pace, slamming into you. Sweat started to prickle to the sides of your forehead, spewing praises and moans with every thrust she hit into you.

Julien pressed her forehead into yours, looking down into your eyes. From the angle of the strap, every thrust would rub against her clit, causing her to whimper against the friction.

Your orgasm was close you felt yourself clenching around the plastic cock. Your breath hitched in your throat as you finally came, but Julien didn’t stop driving into you.

“Julien baby it’s–,” you squirmed under her, unable to keep your eyes open, feeling tears beginning to prickle in the corners from the brutality.

“You’re doing so good, take it,” she said, her breath faltering from the thrusts. You continued to whine from the overstimulation, unsure how much more you could take. Julien’s body jolted as she sat up, throwing her head back as pretty moans fell from her mouth. Her hips shuttered frantically and out of rhythm as her own orgasm grew close.

Tears were stammering down your eyes as she fucked you raw, whining out to her. Her rough hands grounded onto your hips. “Take it, baby, take it, just– fuck fuck fuck,” she swore out before one final shuddered thrust. The slight glow from the window highlighted the sweat glistening from her forehead and the maroon flush casting over her face as she came.

After she finished, Julien slowly pulled out of you; not wanting to cause any more discomfort. She let go of your body, contrasting with the Julien from a few seconds ago. Hovering over you, she gave you a delicate kiss. Pulling away, she noticed the amount of cum on your leg and headed to the bathroom, discarding the strap. Your body had calmed down from the rapid and rugged pace inflicted but you found yourself fixated with that side of Julien more than you’d like to admit.

She returned back with a towel. “For you. I can also grab you water,” she offered with an angelic expression like she didn’t fuck you relentlessly a few minutes earlier. You accepted the towel as you snuggled under the covers of her bed, her doing the same.

“Oh shit aren’t your parents gonna freak out that you’re not home?” Julien asked, not wanting you to be reported missing or have your mom knocking at the door.

You look at her, her doe eyes already fixed on you. You couldn't help but pull her in and kiss her. “I’ll text them I’m visiting the neighbors,” you whispered against her lips. “And we can get your car in the morning”

“Can we actually have coffee this time?” She asked.

“Yes.”

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would you consider writing a third part to the julien fic 🤭

possibly! i was planning on starting a julien college!au that would have smut but i’ll think abt it !

(sorry for my absence i definitely over booked myself the past few months)

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Masterlist *ੈ✩‧₊

Some of these include actual people so if you’re uncomfortable with that, don’t read it!!

** smut

Roman Roy

Don’t Call me Kid (pt 1)

Sweetheart (pt 2)

His Assistant

(Request) x fem ace reader

**Letting it Linger

**Comfort

Shiv Roy

Loving you is painful enough

Julien Baker

Fall in Nashville (pt 1)

**Now i’m covered in you (pt 2)

**Girl Next Door

#masterlist #succession fanfic #boygenius fanfic #fic rec #roman roy fanfic #julien baker fluff #julien baker x reader #shiv roy x reader #blurb

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“Now I’m Covered in You”

pt 2 to “Fall in Nashville”!!

Summary: after last night, you and Julien decide to go on a hike.

Content: smut!!, f!reader, fluff?, exhibitionism, switch reader (?), getting caught, soft dom julien, hair pulling

(this is the longest story i’ve written and i’m drained but i love it)

You had slept on the couch. Julien insisted on sharing her bed. As tempting as it was, you didn’t want to rush things.

It was around 7 when you heard footsteps in the kitchen, followed by a clinging of mugs.

“Fuck sorry,” Julien said in a hush. It drew a groan from you by the sudden noise. You walked to the bathroom, not wanting to look horrendous when Julien saw you.

After you spat out your toothpaste, you had a good look at yourself before walking back out. You looked great. Not only what you wore, but everything. Your hair was cooperating, and your eye bags didn’t look so sullen. Maybe it was the ego boost from last night, but you decided to not give it too much thought. You kept a hair tie on your wrist, just in case your hair decided to betray you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom into the kitchen, you smelt the coffee Julien brewed.

“Hey sorry about earlier, I made you coffee,” She expressed, holding out a mug in front of her. A huge grin appeared on her face as she handed you the cup. Just the sight of Julien made you weak in the knees. She wore a black tank top and shorts that showed off her tattoos and stomach.

“Thanks, the couch was a bit uncomfortable,” you admitted, heading to the fridge to add creamer to the coffee. Julien sat on the counter drinking her cup.

“Should’ve taken my offer.” She said under her breath, placing her cup down.

You made your way in front of Julien after fixing your coffee. Julien kept her eyes on you. She glanced at your eyes, then your chest, before meeting your eyes again. Her gaze seemed wanting.

“I know,” You put your hand on her knee. She hitched her breath as you started to caress it. “I just didn’t want to rush anything.” You revealed, watching her bite her lip.

“It’s getting harder not to kiss you right now,” she admitted, ignoring your reply. You felt your face flush as your eyes widened at her response. Julien eagerly leaned toward you, cupping your chin and kissing you gently. She took her time now being at the height advantage. She wanted to draw this moment out as long as she could.

You felt a fluttering sensation between your legs as Julien moved her free hand to your chest. It pulled a moan from you, which made her smile between the kisses. The two of you ached for more as she slid her hand from your breast to the inside of your joggers. You broke the sloppy kisses with another moan. Julien started tracing small circles through your underwear, driving you to whimper under her touch. Before the situation could escalate any further, you heard a faint gasp. The two of you flinched off of each other as you saw Pheobe and Lucy in the doorway, covering their mouths.

No one knew what to say, everyone’s faces became red as you all felt mortified.

“W-we just wanted some coffee,” Phoebe finally spoke out, finding humor in the situation.

Lucy gave a stifled laugh, ” We can just come back.” They both started to back up like they just walked in on a breakup.

Julien hopped off the counter, looking flustered. “We were just,” she cleared her voice, “hanging out.” She said, scratching her head.

Your jaw was agape from Julien’s awful lie. Lucy and Pheobe merely stood there with the same expression as you.

Julien continued to lighten the situation, “Actually, we're gonna go on a hike so uh, it’s all yours.”

Julien quickly walked past them as you followed her, refusing to meet either of their eyes. After you two left the kitchen, Julien grabbed the shoes you two wore yesterday to put them on outside. As you shut the door, you heard Lucy and Pheobe burst out laughing.

Julien handed you your shoes as she laced up her docs. “I can’t fucking believe they saw that.” She chuckled. You slipped on your shoes, holding your hand out to help her up after she finished.

“It was fucking funny though. Mortifying, but funny.” You laugh. Julien still held your hand. She leaned forward, having to stand on her toes to kiss you. You met her halfway, your other arm snaking around her waist.

The front door opened. “JB you left your-” Lucy caught you two again. “Oh my god! Nevermind!” Lucy said before shutting the door.

Both of you pulled away laughing, knowing it wasn’t as bad as earlier.

“Okay let’s actually go.” You say.

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The trail Julien took you on was beautiful. She narrated how she found it and how she met Lucy and Pheobe. You two stopped by a massive stump that was shaded by neighboring trees. You sat on it with Julien standing between your legs. The two of you examined each other's bodies before speaking.

“Julien are you not cold or anything?” You question, creating eye contact. The weather was nice, but you wore a tank and sleep pants, and Julien only wore her shorts and the black tank.

“No, I’m fine. It feels good, despite being basically naked in the woods.” She joked as she began playing with your hair. You drew her waist closer to you. Lying your head on her toned stomach before meeting her eyes again.

“Jay, I need you.” You managed to get out. You felt that familiar sensation between your legs again.

Julien swallowed, “I need you too.” She replied.

You maintained eye contact as you pulled her shorts down and knelt beneath her. Her breath hitched from the cool air. She moved her hands to your hair, waiting for your next move. You started kissing her thighs, paying the most attention to her tattoos. You could hear her trying to conceal a moan which made you hum. You held her hips as you placed a kiss on her clit.

Julien’s hips jolted as she shuttered from the sensation. You pulled away before proceeding. Julien looked down at you, nodding to let you know it was okay. You smiled as you lifted her leg over your shoulder and moved one of your hands under her shirt. Julien tightened her grip on your hair before your mouth attached to her clit again.

“F-fuckkk,” Julien rasped, keeping her eyes on you. Not wanting to miss a thing. Her breath became uneven as you began kneading her sensitive nipple. You kept attacking her clit before letting go of her hip to run your finger along her entrance. A gasp escaped her throat after you inserted yourself into her. You could feel her body tighten as her hips began grinding against your face.

You set a rapid pace, all your focus on getting her there. You removed your hand from under her shirt to hold her in place better. She was a whimpering mess and you could tell she was close. You inserted a second finger and sped up your movements with your mouth. Julien felt close to release but needed the final push. You decided to be rougher, quickening your pace and curling your fingers until she came. Julien’s legs were trembling, her eyebrows furrowed, throwing her head back, letting her jaw hang. She instinctively drove your head closer to her body. You gave a muffled moan as you laid your tongue flat, letting her face fuck you. You kept your fingers in her, riding out her orgasm. You felt the build-up in your core from the situation, hearing Julien’s noises and her eagerness made you a mess underneath her.

After Julien came back down, you removed your fingers from her as she drew your head away, still holding onto you. Her chest was heaving and her face was red. She looked down at you again, as she shakily removed her leg from your shoulder. You two stared at each other for a moment before taking the fingers you used on Julien into your mouth and sucked. The both of you felt a tight flutter, as she moved her hands to your face and pulled you to stand. She eagerly kissed you as you wrapped your hands around her neck.

“You’re fucking great,” she praised between kisses. You pulled away to catch your breath properly again. You felt like you ran a marathon. Julien’s thumb ran across your face. She looked so gentle and focused. “You’re so pretty.” She added.

She fixed her gaze on the rest of your body and spotted the hair tie you kept on from earlier. “You had a hair tie this whole time?” She laughed. You both found it comical as she pulled up her shorts that had been left on one of her ankles.

“I forgot I had it,” you laugh. Julien started messing with the hair tie around your wrist, moving closer to you.

“We can still use it you know.” She says, darting a look at you. You feel your face return to a familiar blush as you knew what she was implying.

Julien let her words sit before leaning in and kissing you harshly. She was eager. Yeah she loved what you did to her, but she knew you were yearning for her touch. And you complied, melting into her. It wasn’t long until she had you pinned against the stump. She sat her knee between your legs and held onto your wrists. The kisses were short and needy. She needed to make you feel good.

She pulled away from you, “Can I?” she asked. Her eyes were hungry yet sincere. She wanted this badly but was able to stop if you didn’t want it.

You nodded instantly, “Please.”

Julien’s face lit up. She wasted no time attacking your neck. A soft moan left your mouth as she started to kiss and suck at your neck, undoubtedly trying to form marks. Her hands began roaming your body, finding their way to your chest. Your breathing got heavier as she started to pinch your nipples under your shirt and lifted your top, exposing your breasts. You wince slightly from the cold air as Julien started caressing the skin. Your hands found their way to her hair, your back arching to her touch. She wasted no time swirling her tongue around the hardened nipple. The action caused you to buck your hips and whine under her as she repeated the same action on the other side.

“Julien please,” you begged, trying to get friction from her leg.

She chuckled before removing herself from you to kneel under you. Julien took off your pants and underwear, pulling you toward the end of the stump. Her eyes flashed to you before attaching her mouth to your clit. Your jaw hung open, spewing moans and praises as she started sucking harshly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you whined, bucking your hips to her touch. Julien hummed, resting her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs to give her better access. She switched between sucking on your clit and tounge-fucking your entrance. Her hips started to twitch against the stump as your moans got her off.

Julien pulled away for a moment and started to leave kisses on your clit, before putting your leg over her shoulder and attacking your entrance with her tongue from a new angle.

“P-please don’t stop” you whined, holding her hair harshly. From the new angle, her nose was pressed against her clit. Pushing you closer to the edge. “Julien, I-I’m so close,” you add, out of breath.

She decided to get you there as fast as she could, pushing her middle and ring finger into you, not skipping a beat. The feeling forces you to come shortly after, not being able to handle the overstimulation.

You cried out her name as you came down, removing her fingers from you. Your chest was heaving as she stood over you catching her breath as well.

“Fuck, Jay.” you manage to say, your legs trembling. You prop yourself onto your elbows, looking at the mess she left. Julien smiled, holding her hand out to help you up.

After getting up, you quickly put your pants back on and fixed your shirt. You looked at Julien who was rocking the ‘just had sex’ look and you knew you looked the same.

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currently writing “fall in nashville” pt 2 and it’s the longest (and smuttiest) one i’ve written. will be posted (hopefully) tonight!!

(i hope you guys liked semi public with roman, very similar)

#julien baker #julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic

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hi, I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but could you please write something angsty with shiv? maybe an argument or a secret relationship exposed or something. Your writing for Roman is amazing btw 💕

^thank you so much! and ty for the request it got me out of my slump (literally thought i was gonna have to take a few more days)

“Loving you is painful enough.”

Summary: A leaked photo of you and Shiv comes out and you’ve had enough of being her secret.

Content: f!reader, secret relationship, so angsty, implied abuse, homophobia, (possible) internalized homophobia, suppressing emotions, cheating, suppressed sexuality, unrequited(?) love, neglecting partner, a crumb of fluff

(there’s sm references to songs and shows i love in this i wonder if anyone will catch a few)

You squeezed Shiv’s hand standing in front of the doors. She smiled back before dropping your hand and detaching from you. This had been going on for months, and her withdrawals consistently added salt to the wound.

Shiv asked you to be her assistant, which helped reduce suspicion. Tom appreciated you. He would always joke that you were her work wife and thanked you for making Shiv less stressed. As the night continued, you two reunited. Roman joined, snickering with his phone in hand.

“What the fuck is this all about?” He showed you two a photo of you walking around New York, hands intertwined and leaning on each other. Fuck.

Assistant or not, it looked like more than a platonic relationship. You felt your face turn red as your heart began racing. You waited for Shiv’s response, she seemed baffled, hesitant to speak.

“Rome are you kidding? Y/n and I aren’t sneaking around, Jesus.” She scoffed. She turned to you, waiting for you to back her.

You felt a lump in your throat as your mouth went dry. “We’re not together, no. Not dating.” You say with a compelling enough smile as you look down at your feet. You didn’t lie. You two weren’t dating.

You loved Shiv, you did. But she’s never expressed it back. The first time you said it was after she spent the night and she made you coffee. She looked so effortlessly pretty. Her hair was naturally wavy, no makeup, and she wore one of your shirts. You blurted out that you loved her, and after a few moments, she gave you a brief smile and began checking her emails.

“It looks like you two are fucking. Dad’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this.” He teases and wanders off.

“Why did you-” She didn’t let you finish. She caught your wrist and tugged you to the terrace with just enough privacy. It was risky being seen alone together but standing in that room would’ve been more harmful.

“Y/n, I know how this looks. I know,” she reassured. You could tell she was attempting to retain herself.

“No Shiv what the fuck was that?” Your voice grew, “You’re like a different person. It’s so- why am I just a secret to you?”

Shiv looked at you with a pained expression, “You know why. Fuck sake, I can’t keep defending myself to you.” She was trying to keep her voice steady.

You did know why. Not just Tom or the fact she was having an affair with her assistant, she would have to come out. Shiv never saw orientation as something significant. None of her siblings dared to talk regarding that. When it got out that Roman was hooking up with his trainer, he never heard the end of it from Logan. Shiv feared her coming out would cause her to seem more weak.

“I just want you to love me, Shiv. I just want to be with you. God, can't you fucking see that? I gave up my job to work for you. I fucking love you and you can’t even stomach saying it back.” Your voice started breaking. You began crying during your rant too.

Shiv stepped back, unable to give you the support you needed. She simply looked at you, her eyes full of sorrow. “I care about you y/n, I do,” you scoffed as you began pacing. She couldn’t say it. “But you’re asking me drop everything for this.” She raised her voice as she began stepping toward you. Grabbing your wrist to stop your pacing.

You paused and met her eyes. She had tears streaming down her face. This was breaking her too. Shiv held onto you tightly.

“It isn’t enough.” You answered truthfully, tearing away from her. “This is exhausting, Shiv. Loving you is exhausting.” Her face sank, and you felt the tears getting more heavy. “I just can't. I-I can’t keep doing this. Not if you can’t actually admit you love me.”

The air grew thicker. Neither of you knew what to say. She remembered Tom saying something similar to her before. She never anticipated going through that again.

“I’m sorry y/n. I’m sorry that I’m not fucking perfect.” She sniffled, flinging her arms out. “But some of us aren’t equipped with fucking support to fall back on. Did you remember all the shit Roman had to deal with?” She crossed her arms to hold herself, “I can’t. I fucking can’t.” She started crying harder, just embracing herself.

Her hair was now messy, her makeup smudged and she got tear stains onto your dress. She merely looked at you, unable to speak from shame and various other emotions. You held her face before wiping her tears and fixing her hair and makeup. Shiv scarcely smiled at your gentleness and remorse for her. She didn't understand how you could still help her after this.

“Y/n I do l-” you cut her off her another hug. You knew what she was trying to say, but you didn’t want her to feel obligated.

“Convince yourself first.” you voiced softly into her hair. You did believe she loved you. Every morning she got you coffee from the spot she wasn’t fond of but knew you liked it. She changed all the soaps in her house to pumpkin because she knows you love that scent. On work days, she quit using heat on her hair because you always tell her you love how it looks natural. You knew she loved you. But she needed to accept that she did first.

She pulled away, remaining silent. She examined you before barely laughing. You couldn’t help but do the same.

Shiv leaned forward, giving you a short kiss. She wanted to convey her love. But she remained aware of her circumstance.

Before returning to the party, she squeezed your hand. “I’m telling Tom it’s over tonight.”

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sorry i’ve been super inactive I SWEAR i’ll write pt 2 of “fall in nashville” and more roman things i just need a little refresh but i’ll be back very very soon mwah💌

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“Fall in Nashville”

Summary: Julien invites you to a cabin for a second date with Phoebe and Lucy

Content: f!reader, fluff, forced proximity

(for the julien girlies/me)

pt 2 “Now I’m Covered in You” is out!!

Julien invited you to this cabin with her friends Lucy and Pheobe. You met her earlier that month and never thought you’d be spending weekends with her.

You arrived close to four, your stomach in knots the whole drive. In all honestly, you two hadn’t even kissed. This would be your second date, and you hoped the three of them didn’t plan on sacrificing you in the forest.

Earlier that week, you asked Julien about the dress code for the weekend. She laughed as she thought you were joking. You laughed along with her as you didn’t get your question answered. Guess go for a fall in Nashville.

Pulling into the driveway, you saw two other cars there as well. Julien came out waving at you as you parked, waving back as you hopped out.

“Hey,” she said with a smile forming on her face. She looks gorgeous. Her hair recently cut to shoulder length, her face dotted with pale freckles, and she wore black jeans, a white cuffed tee, and an amber-colored flannel, with a hair tie on her wrist. This woman. “I’m glad you made it.”

You felt your heart skip as she hugged you. You couldn’t believe how good it felt in her arms.

“Thanks for inviting me up here,” you replied, feeling a bit nervous, you broke the hug as she got your stuff from the back.

As you walked up to the house, you were completely mesmerized by her, glancing over more than you should. Fantasizing this becoming your future.

“So what do you think of the place so far? Pretty nice right?” She asked as she approached the door, stopping to keep the conversation for a moment.

“It’s really special Jay, I see the appeal,” you say, and it’s true. It all screamed Julien to you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” she said, putting her empty hand on your arm. A jolt of electricity ran through you as it only lasted a few moments before she opened the door.

Stepping inside, you were greeted by Lucy and Pheobe, who were laughing about something as you came in. Their welcoming nature made you feel like you had known them forever.

As the night went on, the four of you laughed and felt the hours slip away like minutes. It was nearly seven, and Lucy and Pheobe insisted on getting wine and snacks. They groaned realizing they’d have to go out to get some.

You were lying on the floor, legs relaxing against the couch and arms sitting on your stomach. Julien sat upright beside you, messing with your hair periodically.

Lucy stood at the door waiting as Pheobe grabbed her keys from the kitchen, “We’ll only be out for 7 minutes tops.” She tells us.

Right as Lucy was about to shut the door, “No fucking before that!” Pheobe calls out, followed by her and Lucy laughing.

And just like that, it was only you and Julien.

Your excitement peaked as Julien looked down at you with soft eyes. “I’m really glad I invited you,” she said, still messing with your hair.

You felt your face heat up from the feeling, “I’m really glad I came. They seem great by the way,” you beam up at her.

You start to hold her wrist, she flinches slightly as you rub your thumb against her skin. Julien's eyes dart to your hand and back to you. Her face matched the same red tint as yours.

The silence became palpable. A moment passed before she started to move down to you, which was poorly timed as you attempted to pull yourself up and accidentally bumped heads. “Fuck!” you wince, letting her go and holding your head.

Julien threw her head back, groaning from the pain.

You sat up and flung your hands onto Julien. “Shit Julien, are you okay?” You asked her. She kept her eyes shut, furrowing her brows. Did you fucking concuss Julien Baker?

Your hands found their way to the sides of her face, reiterating the same question, concern rushing through you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” Julien answered breathlessly, laughing it off, a small smile appearing as she moved her hands over yours. Her eyes opened, noticing your concerned expression.

For a moment, you two just looked at each other. The tension grew as she ran her thumb over your hand. She glanced down at your lips and then met your gaze again. Julien leaned forward and kissed you, tangling her hands through your hair.

After a while, you pulled away to look at her. It was like seeing her for the first time again. The knotting in your stomach faded and was replaced with contentment.

“I really like you, Jay,” you confess.

Julien beamed, “I really like you too,” she replied and kissed you again.

Julien eventually pulled away, smiling as she got up to put a record on. She returned and sat behind you, wrapping her arms around you. The two of you filled the silence with conversations about music and stories from adolescence.

Pheobe and Lucy came back with snacks in hand, seeing you two cuddling and talking. They didn’t seem surprised, exchanging a look as Pheobe set her keys on the counter.

“Did we walk in on something?” Lucy asked, giggling at the circumstance.

You laughed at her comment, sinking deeper into Julien's arms, feeling shy about the situation. Julien, on the other hand, seemed unfazed and laughed along.

Phoebe walked over to you tarot deck in hand, ‘Y/n do you want a reading?”

You nodded as you were curious. Julien stayed behind you as Pheobe and Lucy sat across from you two.

Phoebe was telling you about your future and what to expect, with cards like the Two of Cups and Ace of Wands laid out, Lucy egging on the reading as she went.

Lucy chimes in, “I knew it! You and JB!”

You felt your face heat up, Julien looks down at you, a comforting smile on her face.

“It’s not for sure, but there is a possible relationship, possible,” Phoebe added.

As Pheobe continued, you became more aware of Julien's presence, her breath against your neck, her arms tightening around you, the feeling dominating you as you attempted to listen to Pheobe.

You grin, but the excitement mixes with anxiety as you only recently met Julien. But the possibility of a relationship made your heart race.

Lucy left to bring the snacks and wine, and Phoebe started the put her cards away, “So how are you feeling about it? Helpful at all?” Phoebe asked, wanting to know if she had crossed any lines.

“No no, I liked it. Thanks,” you smiled, zoning out focusing on what the reading said.

Phoebe got up, Julien could hear them talking in the kitchen. She looked down at you and noticed you spacing out.

Julien left a kiss on your cheek, “It doesn’t mean anything. I still mean what I said,” she whispered to you, leaving another kiss, “Do you?”

You turn to face her, feeling the warmth from her breath on your skin, “Yeah, of course I do.” You respond, kissing Julien and moving your hand to her face. “Who else would bring me to this cabin?”

#part 2? #julien baker #julien baker x reader #julien baker fluff #boygenuis #lucy dacus #phobe bridgers #julien baker blurb #julien baker fanfic #wlw

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i’m gonna work on a julien baker fic! i will say it’s not gonna be smut immediately, it’ll probably take place the 2nd or 3rd part (depending on what i do with the story)

just a heads up<3

(i’m hoping all of the julien girlies r happy)

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“Letting it linger”

Summary: Roman invited you to a family dinner where you two find a way to enjoy yourselves.

Contents: smut, established relationship, f!reader, dom/sub interactions, exhibitionism, choking, semi public, roman being needy, mention of sexual turmoil

(i’m so sorry if you saw this before i realized i added the same paragraph twice anyways)

This had to be one of the longest nights you have tolerated. You regret accepting Roman’s offer to be his plus one at this dinner. It wasn’t his fault. If it was up to him, he wouldn't have came.

The night was driving you insane. The dinner consisted of the Roy and Pierce families. Roman warned you about the pretentious comments and shitty conversation; you were not prepared for how fucking boring it was gonna be. During the first course, Roman rested his hand on your thigh, normal. It quickly turned into his hand resting close to your heat. You shot Roman a look, but he didn’t meet your eyes. It was a game now.

One of the Pierce's wives made conversation with you. Roman was picking at his food, not paying attention. “Well, I’ve never seen that one. What is it about?” You asked. She started talking and you decided to take action. As she was gabbing about the plot, you brought your hand to Roman’s pants and squeezed. The action made him yelp and practically jerk in his seat, “Rome are you okay?” You asked innocently. He sat at the end, only you could see what happened. He became flushed, his gaze surrendering to you as he sat dumbfounded.

It was risky. He needed a response, “Y-yeah, I'm, fuckin' fine,” he shook his head, removing the attention set on him, and the woman resumed her spiel. Roman’s pleading expression shifted to you, hand in the same place. He didn’t interrupt her; instead letting your hand linger. He adjusted his hips to gain more friction. He was rock-hard. His action surprised you, but it was all the confirmation you needed.

You started palming him through his pants, and he gave a slight huff as you wrapped up your conversation. You began moving quicker. You studied the room to make sure you both were above suspicion. Roman became pale from his arduous efforts to remain silent. You leaned over to his ear, “Stop looking like this is happening, you don't want everyone to see how pathetic you are? Especially your father,” you whispered.

You stayed close to his face as he turned to you. His eyes pleaded with you. Your mind explored the 'what if's?' in this situation. But it was the Pierce family, the dinner was crucial. “P-please, let’s go to the bathroom,” he breathed out. You stopped your action, causing him to repress a whine. Were you really about to do this? No one would suspect anything.

You moved your hand to his shoulder and whispered, “Then let’s go.”

With that, Roman wasted no time, excusing you both from the table. He had to follow close behind you to cover his strained pants. Once you two found the bathroom, you wasted no time kissing him against the door. It was sloppy and needy; one of your hands rested on his neck, the other stroking him.

You sped up your movement. Roman threw his head back, parting his mouth slightly. Provoking you to attack his neck and run your free hand through his hair, tugging at it slightly.

“Let’s fucking do it,” he says, panting. This wasn’t the first time you two had sex, just not as a casual affair. Your eyes lit up as you drew away from him, causing his hips to buck from the lack of sensation.

“Yeah, are you sure? Like actually do it?” You questioned. You weren't going to do anything he wasn’t okay with.

He looked at you, his face red and sweaty, and his eyes insisting. “Y-yes, I want this. Please.” He ensures, focusing his attention on tracing figures into your hip, waiting for a response. You studied his face just for additional assurance before kissing him again. Roman cupped your face as he stumbled, pushing you against the sink. His hands moved down and eventually made their way to your breasts. He kneaded them as you did your best to repress the noises, remembering the dinner outside. As you adjusted against the sink, you heard him undoing his belt. Roman glanced back at you while stroking himself. His eyes fluttered as you heard him spurt profanities.

You grab the back of his neck, “You still sure?” You also took this second to prepare yourself. You were about to hook up with your boyfriend in a bathroom. While his family was 50 feet away.

Roman rolled his eyes while forcing your underwear aside and pushing himself into you. You moan instinctively from the new sensation and dig your nails into Roman's neck. He quickly covers your mouth so you two don’t get caught.

He thrusts himself deeper, pressing his forehead against yours,” F-fuck, just keep quiet for me,” as he cut himself off with a low moan. You looked up at him, retaining eye contact. Roman’s eyes stayed on you, his small whimpers made you want him more. He let you both adjust to the feeling as he adjusted his other arm to keep you against the sink. He began a steady pace.

The room filled with sporadic moans as Roman’s eyebrows furrowed, you could tell he was close. He bucked you closer to him, resulting in him throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Roman moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, causing your eyes to widen from the feeling as a gasp escaped your throat from his noisy reaction. He froze for a moment after he realized how loud he was.

His face turned a deeper tint of red. His demeanor altered slightly, “D-do you think t-they heard me?” he asked. He felt worry trickle down his back. His frightened expression became apparent.

You moved your hand to his cheek reassuringly. “N-no, I think we’re all good,” you answered out of breath. You two waited a couple of seconds to make sure you were in the clear.

Roman looked down at where his hand sat, “Fuck,” he began removing his hand from your neck, but you kept it there.

“No, I like it. You wanted me to stay quiet right?” You said with a lustful grin. Roman’s eyes filled with hunger as he kissed you, returning to the previous pace and now applying pressure to your neck.

Roman’s thrusts started becoming more brutal. He was biting your shoulder to help conceal his whines. It wasn’t long until you felt a knotting sensation in your core. You knew he was close behind from the slight shuddering from his hips with every thrust. “Rome-”

He already knew what you were gonna say, “Do it.” he quickly responded, muffled from your shoulder. To suppress your climax, he tightened the grip on your neck, pushing you over the edge. You felt him bite harder, the mix of moans heating against your skin. Roman wasn’t far behind you. His hips started stuttering as he met his climax. You couldn't make out any of the words he was saying. It was a mixture of praises, swears, and moans.

After you both came down, he pulled out of you and put himself away. He didn’t talk to you immediately after, which made you believe he regretted it. You sat on the sink with your legs slightly trembling, thinking Roman was going to ignore you the rest of the evening.

“I think you'll fuckin' need this.” You look up and see a towel being handed to you. You met Roman’s eyes before getting up and started using the mirror, him directly behind you. You quickly cleaned up and adjusted your dress. “You better hope no one heard,” he said, pulling you closer to his hips.

The tension in your face eases, “It’d be your funeral.”

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hi 🙂 can you do roman roy x asexual fem reader where reader has a crush on roman (shaky hands blushy cheeks when he is close) and gardener in logan's house, so one day roman is walking in garden and hears her talking on the phone with her friend about how she doesnt want to have sex with anyone, and will never have children etc. And realizes she is just like him. Aaaand He starts talking to her...

ofc and i hope you enjoy!

content: ace!reader, f!reader, pining, fluff, mention of sex

Your mornings started with a 20-minute commute to manage Logan Roy’s garden. What the fuck does he know about flowers? To your surprise, a lot. Marica hired you as a gift for Logan. She told you his mother used to bring discounted bouquets home when he was a kid, so no pressure.

Today went on like the others, showing up at nine, and doing your job, except for the part where his kids stopped by. Fuck.

His youngest, Roman always caught your eye. Usually, you would be there for a few hours and be gone by noon, but now Roman was here. You tried prolonging your stay, now glad you began wearing summer dresses to combat the warmth.

Frankly, you've never spoken to any of Logan’s kids. They'd sometimes call out to you, or Roman would comment on Logan, “only hiring hot people.”

Before heading out, you phoned your roommate, who teases you because you casually walk into a billionaire's home every day.

They picked up within two rings “Hey, what’s up are you almost off yet? Or does the old man want you to be human furniture?” They say with a sarcastic tone. You laugh but also don't put it past the family.

“I’m about to go, it's just, you know his son? Roman, the one I keep telling you about?” You were slightly pacing, turning to peer inside, but it’s not like you could look in if you want to. Logan made it impossible for anyone to peek in.

The call caused Logan to notice you chatting and not working. He sent Roman to check on you, which caused him to feel Logan was punishing him by sending him outside. With a soft exhale, mixed with a groan, Roman headed towards the terrace.

“Oh? Should I break out candles? Pre-order a new mattress?” The other line egged on. You rolled your eyes at the comment, completely forgetting you were at work. The terrace was rather big. It wrapped around half the suite. Making Roman’s entrance undetected.

“Yeah, sure. But for real, It’s not like a sex thing. You know I’m not into that,” you slightly clear your throat, embarrassed by the thought someone would hear you from inside. Unbeknownst to you, Roman was listening to the conversation. When he heard you talking about sex, he panicked and moved toward the wall so you couldn’t see him. He thought it would be worse if you found out someone heard you. “It’s already bad enough it’s my boss's son.” That caught Roman’s attention, apart from him fearing you were talking about Kendall, but he couldn’t stop listening. Like a book he couldn’t put down.

“I think that makes it more fun. You know, sneaking around. But without the sex. Anyway, what was he wearing? I need more details than just his name and what the press says. C’mon, tell me who is the Roman Roy.” You liked how engaged your friend was, fearing opening up about your crush would end in humiliation.

“I don’t know what he’s wearing, I can’t see through the glass. But uh, I don’t know ‘the real Roman Roy'. I don’t interact with any of them. They’re all scary as shit, but I think it's time to head out. It’s fucking scalding.” Followed by exchanging goodbyes and looking up when the next train was going out.

Roman knew that conversation was about him, which made him nervous talking to you. It wasn't the first time you piqued his interest, how your wardrobe changed according to the weather, and how meticulous you get about the garden's appearance. You fascinated him. He also felt relief hearing you didn't want to sleep with him. Intimacy was his grey area, and he loved not feeling pressure to do it.

Roman waited a few seconds before emerging and speaking up, “Uh, my dad um, just wanted to know what you were doing out here,” Oh my god. He undoubtedly heard you. You wanted to curl up and die or resign out of embarrassment. Maybe he JUST got here, let's hope.

You turned to face him, feeling your face flush, “Oh, just heading out, looking when the next train is going out,” You put on a smile, hoping it makes you seem coy. It didn’t. Even if he didn’t overhear you, your face was beet red and your hands were slightly shaking.

“Well, I was about to head out, maybe, I can give you a ride? Or get a drink somewhere?” You could've sworn your face turned scarlet. Holy Shit. You stood in awe for a second, unable to fathom the words he spat out. “Um, y/n? Are you having a heat stroke or something?” He shields his eyes, feeling the heat against his skin, “He is a piece of shit for making you work out here, wow.”

You finally grasped what he said, “Y-yeah it’s actual hell out here, but going out sounds fun yeah.” You tried your best to sound easygoing after facing the worst embarrassment you've ever endured.

“Cool, uh, my driver is downstairs already,” he said in a merciful tone, gesturing for you to exit first.

The car ride was mostly silent. A few questions got thrown out asking about your job to ease the drive. The bar was incredibly upscale, feeling out of place arriving in your work clothes. Roman did his best to make you feel comfortable, he paid for the tab, and reserved a quiet area; he was trying to impress you. He asked about your life while you tried your best to pry about his.

“C’mon, tell me about something not so surface,” you paw at him, the two of you facing each other. You scanned his face as he took a sip of his drink, patiently waiting for his response.

He set the drink down, slightly smiling to himself because of the comeback he came up with, “So you could know ‘the real Roman Roy?’"

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“His Assistant”

Summary: Roman accidentally sends a explicit message to Logan thinking it’s you, his assistant. (based off the 03x08 episode!)

Content: f!reader, intimacy, Logan Roy, fear of intimacy (ironic i know), humiliation, manipulation, implied age gap, mention of sexual harassment

Sure, a relationship with your boss isn’t your brightest idea, but you didn't regret it. Keeping your relationship with Roman a secret gave you a rush you couldn’t experience just once. Being his assistant isn’t as grueling as it seemed. Roman didn’t have a very strenuous job.

While following Roman to the conference room, he turned back “Actually, y/n, can you follow me real quick. I think my schedule is off,” he lied. We had to come up with fake scenarios often. Just in case anyone overheard.

You met his eyes and nodded. “Y-yea, whatever you say, boss.” You followed Roman to an empty room, which seemed secluded enough.

You closed the door behind you. Roman wasted no time attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, “Take off your shirt,” he breathed into your neck.

“What?” You slightly pulled away, just enough to meet his eyes. “Rome, we’re already late to this meeting. Your father-” he moved away with an agitated groan. You didn’t want the moment to end either, but you also didn’t want to be yelled at by Logan Roy.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever, yeah,” Roman started toward the door, signaling you to move out of the way. “If I convince them to trust Mattson, I get to fuck the shit out of you later,” he says, letting you walk outside first. You let out a small laugh rolling your eyes, knowing that day won’t come. Roman hasn't explicitly told you about his intimacy issues, but you two of been sneaking around for months, and the most you guys have done is dry-humping.

During the meeting that included 8 of you, Roman somehow convinced Logan to trust Mattson. He knocked on the table to show his excitement off to you, followed by a grin. You smiled back before standing up to get coffee.

Kerry started filtering other executives into the meeting after Logan gave her the clear. Roman's confidence had been elated since Logan decided to notice him. You were happy for him but feared when Logan chose to kick him aside again.

At the coffee cart, you sent Roman a flirty congratulations text, afraid a verbal message would cause someone to overhear. You put your phone in your pocket to pour yourself a cup. You felt Roman glance at you and then put his phone down.

Supposing nothing of it, you returned next to him, “Get a good look?” He whispered to you. The issue was you had no idea what he was talking about, and it showed on your face. Roman noticed his dad checking his phone soon after. He looked at his most recent messages and saw the text sent to his dad, not you.

He met Logan's eyes, which were staring at him intensely. “What happened?” you asked, feeling left in the dark. Roman didn’t respond and sank into his chair, feeling his whole world crumble around him. Logan told everyone he needed five while Shiv rushed after him. Roman remained silent, looking guilty as ever.

Not long after, Logan shouted for Roman down the hall, while Shiv pulled you to that exact secluded location from earlier. You were unaware of what occurred until Shiv tells you Roman sent a dick pic to Logan, mistaking it for you.

Your face turns flushed when she asks if you welcomed the photos or had any prior relationship. You knew admitting to hooking up with your boss could get you terminated or turn you into a cautionary tale, “No, uh, Roman and I’s relationship is strictly professional. He has some quirks, but we all do,” you tried to sell your lie with a half-assed smile. You understood Shiv was attempting to manipulate you and abuse your vulnerability.

The meeting adjourned, and Logan called you into the room with Roman for questioning. In all honesty, no one cared if you two were hooking up. Kerry and Logan were. It was more about the secrecy, and Roman sending a dick pic to his dad. You and Roman refuse to sit next to each other, causing you guys to sit at the opposite end of the desk, Logan at the head across from you two. You feared losing your job, while Roman feared losing his dad’s attention. The whole discussion was a shitshow; Roman defended himself with, “Why have an assistant I can’t fuck?”

At the end of it, before Logan told us to "Fuck off," you had to sign a release stating to report Roman if he continued anymore unsolicited messages. Before going your individual ways outside the Waystar building, Roman turned to you and kissed your head, “I knew I could make them sign off on GoJo,” he said with a smile. Discrediting the 20-minute lecture he just endured. Or the fact you two were supposed to be a secret. Both of your drivers arrived. Before going inside, Roman shouted, “Guess you have to see me tonight then,” with a dopey smile. You smiled back, rolling your eyes at his comment. You both went into your respective cars, knowing later that night, you two weren’t going to have sex.

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