#Kendall Roy blurb

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Post-“Secession” Love Triangle Headcanons

Rava just knows Kendall’s still in love with her. He’s always running to her whenever she wants to talk or hook up, and he’s always calling her and making her feel needed. Not so much lately, actually, but she still knows.

He’s just running around with someone else, who is clearly just so into him, and she doesn’t even know she should be intimidated by Rava. And Ken’s doing big things finally going up against Logan when she was the one who always used to tell him that he was stronger than Logan gave him credit for. And now the party girl is with him, doing drugs with him, being the “fun one.” And she’s being a mom. It’s good.

And maybe she has a few more glasses of wine after everyone else leaves her apartment and Kendall’s still there finishing stuff up. It’s dark outside and she’s been annoyed at him all day and annoyed at herself all evening and she makes some snide comment about Naomi to him like, “It’s nice that you’re so trusting of someone’s intentions from that family.”

And he looks up and gives her that amused smile-smirk because he can tell exactly how she’s feeling. She’s so wrong, he thinks, but this is great. And she’s tipsy and she’s sure she still has him. A coked-out fling can’t compare to this. That’s not real.

He’s still smiling. The charm. It gets her like it did last time they went out. So she starts flirting a little while he goes back to typing, and he is loving it because he’s had absolutely no power over her for years, and it’s nice to feel in control for once, and he’s kind of laughing it off.

But then she really looks at him sitting there working and occasionally chatting with her, and she remembers the early good times when they were just hanging out at home and joking around together. She remembers him needing her. She can’t help herself- she comes over to him and pulls him up and wraps her arms around him- for kind of a long time. He doesn’t know what’s happening. And while she’s still hugging him, the warmth of the wine and his heartbeat makes her say she misses having him around sometimes. He’s kind of shocked because he thought she was mostly kidding. She wants him here? Is this real? There’s this pang that hits him, and for a minute he wants to stay because it feels sort of amazing to have her want him again, especially in an emotional way, when he wished for that for so long.

But he remembers that Naomi is always there for him, even in his worst moments. She just gets him without judgment and they have an undeniable connection. She’s so supportive. So good. And Rava usually makes him feel like shit about the past and can’t move beyond it. And she probably doesn’t even mean it. Right?

He pulls back, asks her if she meant it when she said she didn’t know if he could do it. She looks at him and then at the floor. Yeah. That’s what he thought. Naomi believes in him. He thinks back to how Rava didn’t say “I love you, too.” Thinks back to how Naomi didn’t either.

So he tells her he has to go, and she knows who he’s going to spend the night with, and she just stands there and sighs. He’s never wanted to leave before and she hates being the vulnerable one, doesn’t even remember how to be. And he doesn’t know what to say and she wobbles a little so he asks, “Uh, are you.. are you gonna be okay here by yourself?”

And he actually watches her close up again, watches the walls go up. She gives him that tight-lipped smile and says, “Of course. I’m used to it.”

And he shakes his head and leaves- she thinks she’s the one who’s been alone?

It was her choice not to get back together when he asked (multiple times over the last three years), and of course now she wants his attention when he’s finally fallen in love with someone else and is happy with her. It’s kind of a miracle he and Naomi are even still together after everything on the yacht, and he’s not about to fuck this one up. He has shit to do now. If he can do it.

#please the fact that they are literally standing in a triangle while she references their relationship #idk I think this dynamic needed exploring more because that line Rava has is SO loaded #this is probably just for me but in case there are other people who get alsjcjckskdl about this whole dynamic here you go #also I wanted to explore a reversal of the typical Kenrava dynamic of ‘he’s begging for her and she’s saying no’ #Rava has feelings too #you don’t say stuff like this when you don’t still care about someone a lot #tbh I am fully obsessed with Kendall and Naomi and Kendall and Rava so I had to do this #Kendall Roy headcanon #Kendall Roy blurb #kenrava #kenaomi #Kendall x Rava #Kendall x Naomi #succession

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blurb 2 of blurb night!!!

Pretzels

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: “Something domestic? Having kids? Idk?”

all you had to say was kids and I wrote way too much. thank you for requesting, finally feeding the kendall girlies <3 love u enjoy x

Word Count: 1.146k

“When do you land?”

“Yeah, Daddy, you have to tell us so that we can come get you from the airport!” your daughter exclaims, giddy at the thought of her father finally returning home.

Kendall had left a few weeks ago for Europe to handle some things for his father and Waystar. It’s his first time away from your four year old, your only child, for longer than a day. You know it’s difficult for him, and even more so for your girl. You and her are the center of his universe- if something is wrong with one of you, no matter how minuscule, his entire life would be thrown off kilter. Just knowing she misses him, that you miss him, gives him the strength to get through his days without you both.

“I think I’ll land at nine. That’s past your bedtime, sweetie, you sure you’ll be awake?” His voice is soft, affectionate. You smile down at your phone as if he can see you, and your daughter giggles.

“Yes, I’ll be awake! I pinky swear!”

You stroke her hair as she speaks excitedly to your husband. She’s sat in your lap, leaning back into you, into your warm embrace. She clutches your phone in your hands.

“Do you think you can hand the phone to Mommy? I want to talk to her.”

“Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

She hands the phone back to you, satisfied with the conversation. “Hi, Ken,” you murmur happily after taking the call off of speaker.

“Hey, babe. I miss you,” he admits softly. “It’s hard when you’re not with me.”

“You poor thing,” you say teasingly. “I miss you, too. We both do.”

Your daughter is curled up against you, face buried in your chest as you continue to stroke her hair. You’re positive she’s about to fall asleep, which is all the better. It’s a long way to the airport. You’ll strap her into her car seat and she’ll sleep through the ride, surely waking up on time to see her dad. Even if she doesn’t, it’s fine. Kendall will kiss all over her face and tuck her in back at home.

“I’ll call again when we’re let into the airport, okay? I love you very much.”

You’re still smiling at nothing. “I love you, too. Very much,” you parrot back. When he hangs up, you’re daughter is sound asleep, clinging to you. You press a kiss to her forehead. “Sweet girl,” you murmur to her sleeping form.

You hoist her up in your arms, keeping her pressed to you as you get to your feet. Subconsciously, her arms tighten around you, her head burying deeper into your neck.

She whimpers a bit in her sleep when you set her down in her car seat. She doesn’t want to sperate from you. You dot kisses on both of her cheeks, and she relaxes, cute face smoothing out.

You begin the arduous drive, eyes flickering up to the rear view mirror to check on your daughter. Kendall texts you when you’re twenty minutes away- the plane’s landed, he’s probably going to be another hour.

You park in the cell phone lot and wait for him to call. The forty minutes pass excruciatingly slowly, but they pass.

“Ken,” you say softly in greeting.

“Just got off the plane.” At that, you unbuckle your seatbelt and round the car to retrieve your daughter. He tells you the terminal number where he’ll come out, and then has to hang up.

As gently as possible, you nudge her awake. She whines at your touch, wanting to stay asleep. “Come on, lovey. We’re going to go to Daddy.”

At that, she’s up. You walk hand in hand through the airport, your steps slowing to match her little ones. She tries rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, but you know the second Kendall picks her up, she’ll knock out on his shoulder.

When you spot him, it’s like the weight of the world is lifted off of your shoulders. You nudge your daughter then point. “Look, baby, who’s that?”

She barely registers in her sleepy stupor. “Daddy!” she exclaims, letting go of your hand and running towards him, arms extended. You follow, albeit slowly, and let them have their moment. Kendall kneels, allowing your daughter to throw herself into his arms. He lifts her up along with him as he gets back to his feet, his tie now askew. He whispers something to her, to which he gets a giggle. He sets her back down, now reaching for you. You can’t stop the massive smile from forming on your face.

Neither of you say anything, his hand coming to cup the back of your head. You kiss, long and deep, your hands settling on his stomach. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your brow, your hair, pulling you tightly to him. He keeps his nose buried in your hair for a moment, taking a deep breath.

You straighten his tie, hands smoothing over his chest. You peck him on the lips.

“Welcome back,” you tell him. His hand moves from the back of your head down to the small of your back, opening his other arm for your daughter. She presses her head to his thigh, and his fingers smooth through her hair.

He keeps a hand on you as he digs around in his satchel. He just needs to be touching you. He can’t bear not having your skin on his any longer. “I have something very special for you,” he says to your daughter, who immediately perks up. “Open your hands, baby.”

She does. One by one, he drops bag after bag of packaged airline pretzels into her hands. Her jaw drops in childish glee at her new treasure. It isn’t much, but pretzels are her favorite at the moment. It makes you so fucking happy he’s a wonderful father. You couldn’t have chosen a better person.

She clutches the bags to her chest, ecstatic grin on her face. “You’re the best daddy ever!”

He leans down to press a smattering of kisses to her forehead. “Anything for my little girl. Besides, I have better things for you at home,” he says mysteriously, giving her cheek a pinch. Your daughter practically skips back to the car, you and Kendall following hand in hand, his suitcase dragging behind him.

Back at home, you and Kendall sit curled together on the couch. His blazer is draped over your laps in a weak attempt at warming you. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of your neck, your head tucked under his. Your daughter, with a renewed energy, sits on the floor in front of you playing with her Barbies.

There’s a pile of airplane pretzels in the corner of the room, a not-so-secret stash for later.

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[goldlightsaber]

HELLO?? Jeremy Strong on Kendall’s ending (not new but new to me):

Maybe there is a future for him. I don’t know if Kendall wanted to die or he wanted to saved. If you even care!!!

#I feel like I haven’t seen this particular blurb with the Jesse having hope for Kendall thing #and Jeremy saying maybe Kendall wants to be saved lol #that sounds like Kendall either kills himself or joins a cult #Kendall Roy #succession #Jesse armstrong #jeremy strong

[gwilymz]

bb omg LOVING your Kendall work PLZ keep it up !!!Requesting Kendall x reader phone sex/dirty talk over the phone if you can <333

SO HOT YES

kendall’s voice was made for that shit like i stg…also apologize for any errors i am not a girly who is keen on editing

he would definitely call you while he was away, across the world for some business deal. the second he got to his hotel room and away from everyone he was pulling his tie off and getting into bed, hoping you would answer as he pulled his uncomfortable dress shoes off.

“hey, kendall.” you answered. it was morning there for you, night for him. “how are things? going well?”

he sighed, loving the sweet tone of your voice, how it immediately soothed him. his shoulders relaxed, his muscles softening as he sunk into bed. everything softened—except for his cock.

“hey, y/n, yeah not bad. deal is on, just some bullshit back and forth. company is obviously after a deal but so desperately trying to save face. just petty shit.” he absentmindedly rubbed himself through his briefs, listening to your soft breaths through the phone.

“i’m sorry. sucks you have to be so far away. seems like this could’ve been a four o’clock zoom meeting and not a whole thing.” you sat up in bed, tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder as you reached for the water on your bedside table.

“yeah. fucking exactly.” he paused. “but—hey. i didn’t wanna talk about business, just—“

“oh, what did you wanna talk about?” your breath hitched, worried it was negative, bad news, impending doom.

he chuckled lowly. “no, no! nothing bad, sweet girl. i mean, kind of bad—“ he pulled his cock out, rubbing his thumb over his head. a deep moan rolled off his tongue, immediately sending a jolt of something to your clit.

“oh—wow, kendall. sounds like you have some pent up stress.” you giggled, feeling awkward. having him there with you in person was easy, but the phone felt scary, a new territory you hadn’t yet breached.

“not stress.” he groaned, jerking himself faster, but still going at a slower pace than he would prefer, wishing it was your hand, your mouth, your cunt around him. “just thinking about when we fucked in my office last month.”

you pushed your hand down, playing with your clit, kendall’s voice silky, cooing, dominant. you remembered that quickie fondly, his pants around his ankles as he fucked you on his desk, hand over your mouth as he told you to be a good girl for him.

“you don’t remember that?” he challenged.

“no, i do. of course i do.” you entered a finger into yourself, the sound of your thick wetness traveling, instantly making kendall’s cock jump, a fucked up pavlovian response.

“you’re touching yourself? good fucking girl.”

you swallowed, wanting to be quiet because of the exceptionally thin walls in your studio apartment, but quickly gave up, instead moaning deeply, back arching off the bed.

“answer me,” he started pumping faster, closing his eyes, imagining your legs around his waist, hands all over him, begging for him, needing him.

“yes, of course i am.” you hesitated, before putting him on speaker. “you know i am.”

“it’s so cute when you’re shy,” he did the same, setting his phone down and opting to put you on speakerphone. “because then, every time you get like this, it almost surprises me how much of a fucking slut you become.”

you threw your head back, a strangled moan coming from your throat; you wished you had had more water, but your needs were primal now, no time for that. 

kendall moaned too, bucking into his hand, his other hand gripping the silken sheets below him. “i need you.” he gasped. “when i come back, you have no fucking clue what i’m going to do to you.”

“i can’t wait,” you bit your lip, feeling your orgasm coming on. it was a pot of water, just on the brink of boiling over, hot, dangerous, and fickle to the touch.

“i know you can’t,” he was close too. “i’m about to cum.”

he said it so nonchalantly, but it was his voice that made you finish, mumbling his name as you grabbed the headboard, needing to find purchase. 

“fuuuck, y/n,” his voice was raw, strained. a ribbon of cum shot onto his stomach, and he gasped, wishing you were there to clean up the mess he had made. 

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[from-the-clouds]

You've been developing a little crush on you econ professor Kendall Roy, but have been trying to not think about it, until you run into him in the wedding of a mutual acquaintance and see him in a suit for the first time. You're seeing a whole new side of him on the dancefloor but you're too flustered to talk to him. You're waiting your turn at the open bar when you hear a familiar baritone voice behind you calling your last name. You turn around and find your econ professor looking at you with an amused lopsided grin on his face. His cheeks are just a little bit red from all the wine and his tie is loose around his neck, the first button of his shirt undone. He stares at you for a while, smiling, but suddenly collects himself and takes on a more serious expression, as if trying to summon back some of that authority he wields in the classroom. But it's too late. You know you're about to make a series of bad decisions tonight.

OMFG yes, i love this idea and so i wrote a little blurb (hope you don't mind)

cw: alcohol mention.

When you see him, your jaw drops just a little bit. It's the last person you'd expect to see here, and you're only used to hearing your name from him when he's about to chew you out in class -- not that you mind, of course, because you sort of like the attention.

"Dr. Roy?" you ask, almost not recognizing him at first glance. You're used to seeing him in plaid blazers with reinforced elbows, or collared dress shirts poking out from underneath his impossibly soft-looking sweaters. Right now, though, he's in a black suit that fits him like a glove, though his shirt is slightly wrinkled, his tie loose around his neck. You don't think you've ever seen him smile the way he's smiling at you now -- sometimes he'll smirk to himself if someone makes a good joke during a class discussion, but he always shuts it down right away and is back to business.

The wedding reception is well underway, and it's supposed to end in fifteen minutes, but no one on the dance floor seems to be slowing down anytime soon, including the bride and groom, which is why you're at the bar for another drink -- you're not quite drunk enough yet to embarrass yourself on the dance floor.

When he recognizes your clear shock and confusion, his face shifts then, smile fading as he looks at you underneath his dark lashes. "You should really be at home, studying for the exam on Monday."

He says it so sternly, that you feel yourself straighten up out of habit. "I uh- well, I-I-" you rack your brain for an excuse, until he breaks out in a smile again.

"I'm joking, please," he steps closer to you, and you laugh nervously. "Relax, I won't bite."

You feel a little bit of anxiety fade, but a different kind of tension now hangs in the air, because you don't think you've ever been so close to him before. Close enough to see that his eyes are hazel -- not brown, like you'd previously thought. And the color of his eyes weren't the only things you thought about.

"I did actually already study," you say softly. "Last night."

"I'd expect nothing less from one of my best students."

"Okay," you roll your eyes. "You don't have to lie."

"I'm serious," he says, still grinning.

"Oh, you are?" you ask, and can't help but smile a little, too. "Because if you really feel that way, you sure have a funny way of showing it."

He takes one step closer, so he can whisper in your ear above the noise of the music. Instinctually, you drift closer to him, bare shoulder brushing the soft fabric of his suit jacket. "Cut me some slack. I'm a highly-respected member of the faculty. I can't play favorites."

"That's fair," you nod. "But I think you like making people scared of you."

"Are you scared of me?" you can feel his breath hit the shell of your ear, and you can't manage to hide the way it makes you shiver. You draw back, and snort. The way he's looking at you -- so focused, so attentive, makes your head spin. But you don't know whether to say no, or tell him the truth. When you don't answer right away, he shakes his head. "Well, we can't have that, can we? What are you drinking?"

"Vodka soda," you say, gesturing towards the bartender who you are convinced is purposely ignoring you. "But I've been waiting forever."

"Here," he says, stepping alongside of you. All he has to do is straighten up, and snap his fingers, and the bartender turns to look at him standing there, nods once before walking over.

"See, even he's scared of you," you nudge your professor playfully. He chuckles, his hand falling to your lower back, and you all-but melt, shifting your weight on your feet so you're closer. You know this is highly, highly inappropriate, but you can't resist.

His touch doesn't leave you, not even after you get your drinks, clink your glasses, and catch him staring at you over the rim of his own. You have his attention, and you aren't going to let it go to waste.

#this was too much fun lmao i'm obsessed with dr.roy i fear #also i need a palette cleanser after the last episode so let's be delulu and pretend he closed the portal and became a prof <3 #asks #writing #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #professor! kendall

[aprilthearcher]

roman roy x reader [blurb]

wordcount: 809

warnings: cuss words, english is not my first language and this is not edited; also, not my pictures. first time writing after a long time and first time writing roman as well, so perhaps he’s a little ooc ? i’m also a huge taylor swift fan and this was written based on “welcome to new york”

The sun was setting down the horizon, painting the sky different shades of blue, orange, and some specs of pink, when the private jet landed from its journey all the way from London to the outskirts of New York City. The stars were going to appear soon; one could see the shining waning crescent moon up there.

There was a company car already waiting for her, which she would’ve thought had been sent by her dad were it not for the man leaning funny against the back door while looking down at his phone. She recognised him too well for her own good even after a couple of years without seeing each other. How could she not when she had spent her whole childhood running around his house, getting yelled at by Logan for making a mess, chastised by her father for making her godfather mad; having sleepovers with his sister that turned out to be sleepovers with him, sharing summer vacations by the side of the pool until Kendall and Connor taught her how to swim. 

The click of her high heels walking down the stairs of the jet seemed to have alerted him of her presence. His eyes went quickly up and down her figure, finally setting on her face. She looked exactly the same yet entirely different at the same time. 

“If it isn't (Y/N) Vernon in the flesh, ladies and gents,” he screamed, bringing both of his arms to his chest and doing some sort of imitation of a reverence. “Did you take the Queen’s place up there in little England? Took control of Buckingham Palace?”

“I was about to, actually”, she said with a small smile on her face and shiny, bright eyes she would never admit were for seeing him after so long, “but then I saw the mess you’ve all gotten yourself into”.

“Look at you, miss ‘I-sound-all-poshy’, you got an accent”.

“No, I don’t,” (Y/N) protested, scrunching up her face.

“Oh, you so totally do”.

“Shut up, Roman,” finally acknowledging him.

“It’s not my fault you sold yourself to the fucking brits, darling,” he said, replicating a butchered british accent of the pet name, while she started walking towards the other side of the vehicle where the chauffeur held the door open for her.

Once they were both inside the car, on their way to Logan’s apartment — her father had told her they would be waiting for her there for some “welcome home” lame party —, (Y/N) took off her heels, then let her head fall against the window to look at the city she had left more than half a decade ago.

When they started to approach the city centre, the sky had turned a deep tone of blue, stars barely visible because of the light pollution now. Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy the moment she heard him speak.

“You know, you should probably sleep a little before you encounter the sharks again after so long”. The sentence was whispered, almost as if he were afraid she’d already fallen asleep. 

“I’m gonna miss the view.” 

Roman snorted at her comment, “What view are you talking about? Tall buildings and, and fucking blinding lights?”

“Maybe I missed the blinding lights.”

“Oh yeah and fucking traffic too.”

“There’s traffic in London too, you know”.

“Of course I know that, you idiot, there’s also fucking blinding lights everywhere in London too, don’t you know that?”

(Y/N) turned her head to face him. She smiled, the expression on her face full of tiredness from the trip. Roman noticed it right away.

“Get some sleep, you baby,” he insisted. “New York is not gonna disappear just because you rest for two fucking minutes”.

The car ride fell silent then. It was nice. It was home. It was undisturbed peace, one they both knew wouldn’t last long; they’d soon be sucked back into the unfiltered chaos it was Waystar and its twisted insides. 

Just before she could fall asleep, (Y/N) managed to croak a question. “Doesn’t it drive you crazy?”.

“What? My family? Yeah, they fucking do”.

She shook her head softly. “Not your family, silly, the city. New York”. (Y/N) looked at him with hooded eyes, Roman had his eyebrows drawn together. 

“Yeah, I - I guess. But now,” he answered with his eyes set on hers only, “now I wouldn’t change anything.”

“Me neither.” She managed to reply with a content smile through the sleepiness. 

“Stop fighting the sleep or you’re gonna keep asking random questions, you weirdo.”

When she didn’t answer, he knew she’d finally taken his advice. Shrugging off his dark, woolen coat, Roman placed it on top of her upper body in an attempt to keep her from getting too cold, perhaps even to protect her against the crumbling ruins of the world outside. 

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Fight for you - Chapter 1 : strangers

Kendall Roy x original female character

Themes : slow-burn / enemies to lovers

Okay guys this is my first time writing if it’s terrible I’m sorry

Blurb :

Harper Aly is broken. Hanging on by a thread. Desperately trying to fix her life. Kendall is like a breath of fresh air, pulling her out from the deep end.

Kendall is also broken, but something about her makes him want to fight for her. Fight against himself to a better man, be the man she deserves. She was like the first daffodil of spring, after a cold, miserable winter.

Their lives end up entangled in one another, emotions are high, working together gets complicated, promises are broken.

Can Harper give him a chance, despite her trust issues?

Can Kendall prove to be the man that he says he is?

It had been another seemingly endless day at work, to the point where my mind was anything but focused on the task in front of me. Letting out an exasperated sigh I glanced at the clock, 10 minutes past 7. I longed for the day I would leave the office at an acceptable time, as mentioned in my contract. Exhausted, I flung my glasses on the table and made my way out of the office. By the evening time my contacts had dried out and I had switched to my glasses. The building was practically empty, through my blurred vision I could make out a few stray lights on. It was nice knowing I wasn't the only one slaving away at this hour. I hadn't seen daylight in the past 2 months, my pale skin and sunken eye bags could attest to this. My team had been working relentlessly on an upcoming project, and the grunt of all the marketing and PR work landed on me.

I made my way up to the roof, the the only part of my day that I looked forward to. I closed my eyes, taking the first drag of my cigarette. The nicotine buzzed in my ears, feeling the day's tension slowly drift away. I often came here when the building was scarce to stress smoke in peace. I had never been an avid smoker, just the occasional cigarette if I was particularly inebriated. But when life gives you a fiance who publicly humiliates you in front of the whole world, you tend to pick up a few bad habits. The combination of the man whom I loved, cheating on me, combined with the overbearing workload, had plummeted me to an all time low. I walked towards the edge of the building admiring the admiring the view below. New York was beautiful at night, I found solace in the city lights. From this height I couldn't make out what was going on below. It was an escape from the hustle bustle of the city, I could finally hear my thoughts so clearly.

“Do you ever just think of jumping?” I was ripped from my tranquil state. I snapped my neck to my right to identify the culprit, squinting my eyes, trying to make out who it was. “Just imagine the adrenaline coursing through your veins.” Said the blurry man as he brought his cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. I was so lost in my own world, that I hadn't even heard him creeping up beside me.

“Yeah you should test it out. Let me know how it goes.” I snapped, annoyed at the stranger who had rudely interrupted my peace of mind. The 5 minutes of the day that help keep me sane, keep me afloat.

“Uh, okay. Not your day huh?” He chuckled. He had the audacity to find humor in this, it made my blood boil.

“If you keep talking to me I might actually just jump.” I attempted to climb up onto the ledge.

“Okay- fucking extreme reaction. Fine.” He sputtered, backing away, hands held up in surrender. “ Okay look- just can you please- just fucking get down now.” I retreated back down with a victorious smirk. Grateful to finally be left alone, I wasn’t particularly keen on making small talk with some cocky guy from the financing or legal department, I had already done enough of that for one day. I took the last few drags of my cigarette and tossed it away without a care, watching it fizzle out on the cold concrete.

“Theres literally a fucking trashcan right beside you, but no- by all means please litter.” I must have jumped 10 feet in the air, startled hearing the same voice behind me, I scrambled back only to be met with a firm chest against my back. He gripped my wrists from behind as I instinctively brought them up to do God knows what. “Hey, hey- it's still me.” He chuckled. First this man ruined my smoke break and as if that wasn’t enough, now he amped it up a notch and tried to send me into cardiac arrest, some people just have no shame.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I all but shrieked, trying to thrash away from him. “Dude, let go of me, or I swear to Go-”.

“Or what? You’ll- uh, fucking threaten to jump off the building again?” He mused, using my own words against me. “Hey easy, easy. I just thought I’d stick around you know given that you’re a suicide risk.” His deep chuckle vibrated through my body, his breath sending chills down my spine. I could feel his chest rising against my back, his intoxicating cologne burning my nostrils. The scent, the exact same one that left me shattered in a million pieces. It all just became too much, my mind began flooding with sour memories from the past.

“Just leave me alone.” I muttered, my voice shaking, as I finally broke free of his death grip. Slumping my shoulders over the ledge, cradling my head in my hands. I rapidly blinked, trying to ward off the tears that threatened to spill, I can't let myself go back to that place. I won't let myself.

“Oh shit- I was fucking joking. Are you okay?” I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Look I’m sorry please don't cry. I’m sorry, I’m a fucking idiot.” His voice was soft as he tried to awkwardly comfort me, trying to make sense of my sudden burst of emotions. Rubbing soothing circles between my shoulder blades. I shrugged his hand off, and cleared my throat, straightening my back, ready to tell him to go to hell. I turned to face him, only to be met by soft chocolate eyes piercing into mine, full of concern. Timidly breathing as though, any sudden movement might push me over the edge, emotionally .

It felt as though all the pain that I so desperately tried to block from my mind, began leaking through the dam. The facade that I had built, convincing my friends, family and co-workers that I was fine, came crumbling down like Jenga .

I choked out a sob as my eyes betrayed me. I let the tears fall, each one washing away a little bit of pain I had been holding onto for months. Drenching my cheeks and leaving me gasping for breath. Each stifled sob echoed the loud, resounding ache in my heart. I was finally allowing myself to grieve my broken heart, my relationship, my ex-fiance— since he's dead to me now .

Deep down I knew this emotional breakdown was bound to happen sooner or later. I just never thought it would be at work with a stranger comforting me.

“Hey, you're okay.” His voice was velvety, soothing my anxieties like a warm blanket. “You’re going to be okay.” His hands gripped my shoulders as they viciously shook.

Once the sobs finally subsided, I felt a lightness I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Well shit, that was embarrassing.” I tried to humour myself, wiping at my mascara stained cheeks slightly, turning away from him and facing the city, so he couldn't see what a mess I had become. “I’m sorry, I don't know where that came from.” I whispered, keeping my eyes glued to the skyline ahead, too ashamed to even look at him. Something about crying in front of people or in public, felt so deeply shameful to me, I felt so vulnerable. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

“Are you sure- because uh, I don't know- there seemed to be a little something more to it.” He questioned sceptically. “Look, I've been there before, bottling it all up. Faking a smile to the point where I almost actually fucking convinced myself- that maybe, just maybe, I actually am happy.” He smiled as he spoke, but there was a deep sadness behind his words. “I’ve been to rock bottom, countless times. So look- just- I’m saying, I don't know what’s going on with you, but, just trust me the more you try to push it away the more it consumes you.” His radiant voice was like a beacon of comfort, guiding me through to the light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I felt like I could open up to someone, without any judgment.

“Okay you got me there, lock me up and throw away the key.” I admitted, earning a small laugh from him. “It’s just so embarrassing to even say out loud. Promise you won't laugh.” I glanced over at him. I already had trust issues from my childhood, so being betrayed by the one person that I thought I could blindly trust without a doubt, shattered me. Before the betrayal, I would put effort into being more social and open with people I called friends. But now I found comfort in the loneliness. I was on a 24 hour look out, working overtime to guard my heart, from ever feeling that type of pain ever again. I knew I wasn't strong enough to survive it again, so I never gave anyone a chance to even challenge it.

“What- of course not. I promise.” He responded in an instant, hand held over his heart.

“My fiance cheated on me, I'm sorry let me reiterate.” I corrected myself. “My fiance of 8 years cheated on me with my best friend.” I confessed. “And the worst part is that it happened right under my fucking nose. But I was too busy planning our dream wedding, setting up appointments with realtors; looking for a bigger place for when we decided to start a family.” I laughed at the last part, somehow saying it out loud sounded so ridiculous— how I was so oblivious to the truth. “I was so focused on the future, letting it blind me from what was actually happening right in front of me.”

“Shit- yeah no that’s uh- that's rough.” He nodded, taking in my words. “Fuck yeah, I get it now. Understood.” His voice was full of empathy. “I can't imagine- genuinely I’m fucking sorry.” Why was he apologising, when the person I longed to hear those words from, felt no remorse. Not a single ounce of guilt for hurting me in the worst possible way, leaving me broken.

“It’s fine. I’m in my acceptance phase now.” I reflected, feeling at ease sharing my raw thoughts with him, knowing that I’d never cross paths with him again. There was no harm in over-sharing with a stranger— what’s the worst that could happen?

“Yeah it sure seems like it.” He chuckled.

“No seriously- I am. Don't let my little breakdown earlier fool you.” I tried to defend myself. “That was partially work related too. The stress of this job has got me pulling out gray hairs. I’m too young to have gray hairs.” I sighed running a hand through my hair subconsciously.

“Okay now hear me out. Maybe- just maybe it’s just your bitchy attitude, that’s making you age?” He joked. Now that the haze of my inner turmoil finally simmered down, I saw his true colours shining through— god he was such an ass.

“Wow, creepy and a jokester. You really are a package deal.” I clasped my hand over my chest, feigning admiration. “I’m sure it’s not a big deal for someone of your prehistoric age to have gray hair, but for the younger generation, we take it very seriously. I don’t expect you to understand. You’re probably too busy dying your hair jet black every morning or getting fitted for your hearing aids.” My words left him stunned, as his mouth hung open in shock. It was clear that nobody had ever put him in his place before; humbled him; brought him back down to Earth. His entire persona radiated— finance bro— the worst of the worst kind of people.

“Okay- ouch. You fucking shoot to kill.” He finally recovered from my brutal attack. “And I’ll have you know my hair is naturally this colour.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “And also- I’m still fucking young. I know how to use twitter, I listen to Kendrick, I know how it’s hanging these days.” He said trying to sound confident but I didn’t miss the slight hesitation in his voice.

I burst out laughing, feeling my chest tighten as I gasped for air in between giggles. “Oh god- my stomach hurts- please you’re killing me here.” I took a moment trying to compose myself, as he watched his lips pressed into a straight line, not amused. “I’m sorry but using twitter, and listening to Kendrick doesn’t qualify you to be as young, and hip as you think it does.”

“Fuck you- I’m not even that old. I’m not even close to middle-aged.” He threw his hands up frustrated.

“You keep telling yourself that grandpa.” I smirked, loving how easy it was to get under his skin. Playing him at his own game, if he was going to dick then so was I. It was clear that I was winning the sword fight.

“Jesus- you’re fucking mean.” He smiled, shaking his head, taking my insults with a pinch of salt.

“Well, you know my villain origin story.” I tried to lighten the mood. “Your turn.”

“My turn? Uh- for what exactly?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know maybe your villain origin story, you know, how you became such an insufferable prick.” I replied grinning. “Harassing innocent women who are trying to enjoy a peaceful cigarette.”

“Oh wow- okay. So now I am what- some sort of creepy, stalker who uh- fucking comforts broken women?” He laughed, brushing off my harsh words. His laugh was like a breath of fresh air, so contagious, I joined in too. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed like this, let alone even smiled— It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Answer the question, creep.”

“I guess we're sticking with creep then.” He huffed. “No origin story here. Just a guy who came up here to avoid my family’s daily fucking drama. But then heroically saved a beautiful young lady’s life.” He smiled, eyes twinkling in the city lights. If my cheeks weren’t already pink and puffy from all the crying, they definitely were now.

“Wow, my hero!” I exclaimed sarcastically, rolling my eyes at the absurd lie.

A strong breeze picked up, I subconsciously wrapped my arms around my shoulders attempting to warm myself. I didn’t think to bring my jacket with me for a brief moment on the roof. Little did I know I would spend a half hour, pouring my heart out to a stranger.

“Are you cold here, take it.” He offered me his blazer, shrugging it off wordlessly, seeing my teeth chatter. I graciously accepted it, his scent still lingering on the expensive fabric. He lit another cigarette and offered me one too. I brought it to my lips, as he leaned in cupping his hands, to light it— if the brassy breeze would allow so. As he brought the flame closer, I finally got a good look at his face, the clearest I had been able to all night. I immediately recognised him. At that moment, I genuinely wanted to jump off the building, for real this time.

“Oh my— fucking— god.” I gaped at him, eyes wide as the blood drained from my face. I dropped the cigarette from my lips, stepping away from him. “Kendall fucking Roy. You have got to be kidding me.” I gasped. “Why didn't you say anything?” A million thoughts raced through my head, the most prominent one being— I was definitely going to lose my job. I had just told the COO of the very company I work at, the future heir to Waystar and Royco; to jump off the roof; allowed him to watch me have a spontaneous nervous breakdown; and if that wasn’t already humiliating enough I then proceeded to insult him to his face.

“Wait, are you serious?” He asked, lips parted in silent surprise.

“I’m not wearing my glasses.” I tried to reason, scrambling back, putting some much needed distance between us. “I have to go.” I quickly tried to escape, after digging my own grave.

“YO, wait- hold up.” He yelled, hot on my tail. I slammed the door shut behind me, trying to buy myself a couple of extra seconds as I scurried down the stairs, my heels about to give out under me. I made it back down to my office in record time and collapsed in my chair, heaving. Facepalming once I realised I still had his blazer on.

#kendall roy #sucession #jeremy strong #roy family #fancfiction #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #I need Kendall Roy so bad #i need him so bad #I can fix him #my number 1 boy #he is the eldest boy #they could’ve never make me hate you Kendall #angst #slow burn #enemies to lovers #Kendall Roy fanfiction #fight for you #billionaire #kendall roy x reader

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Blurb Requests are OPEN!

Starting now through Monday, June 19, send me some prompts and I’ll write a five to ten sentence blurb based on it! Help me shake the rust off on my writing (and write for a few new characters!)

You can either: Send me any NSFW headcanon you have, and I’ll write a blurb. 

Or -- send me a prompt from THIS list, and I’ll write a five-sentence blurb. 

Or -- send me a word to build the blurb around. Any word you can think of. The more evocative the better!

Any super-cute scenario you like? Send it! (NSFW is OK, but not required!) 

Who I’ll write for: 

TASM!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Any of the TGM characters (Rooster, Fanboy, Javy, Phoenix, Hangman, Payback, and Bob)

Fanboy x Cielo specific requests

Kendall Roy, Stewy Hosseini (Succession)

EZ Reyes, Angel Reyes, or Coco Cruz (Mayans MC) 

Jamie Tartt, Dani Rojas, or Roy Kent (Ted Lasso) 

Any Danny Ramirez character (Fanboy, Joaquin Torres, Ash, Gabe, etc.) 

Any Ben Barnes character (The Darkling, Billy Russo, etc.) 

Joel Miller and Tommy Miller (TLOU) 

Cassian Andor (SW)

John Wick

Don’t see your fav up here? Just ask! If I can write it, I’ll give it a go! 

Tagging some lovelies: @withahappyrefrain @joaquinwhorres @mxgyver @mortwig @joannasteez @inklore @gretagerwigsmuse @arctvrvs @spiderispunk @bobfloydsbabe @ryebecca @petcr3 @its-gita-time   @drew-garfi @phoenixhalliwell @ohmagawd-life @flightlessangelwings

#requests are open #send some prompts! #tasm!peter parker x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #javy machado x reader #natasha trace x reader #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #kendall roy x reader #ez reyes x reader #angel reyes x reader #coco cruz x reader #jamie tartt x reader #dani rojas x reader #roy kent x reader #joaquin torres x reader #billy russo x reader #the darkling x reader #joel miller x reader #tommy miller x reader #cassian andor x reader #john wick x reader #danny ramirez #fanboy x cielo

[ay0nha]

FICS I ADORE (perpetually in progress)

So these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head, and as I read more/reread others, I’ll add ‘em! Please comment/tag recs!!

*smut included but not marked*

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Nanami Kento

@gardenofnoah , turn me like a beast/hold you to the floor

@itsfairly​, 10:22pm

@sxttoruu​, blurb

@benzywenzymeowmeow, look around

Satoru Gojo

@itadores , the sanctity of a name

@saetoru , best of the best

@xythlia​, Can I Get a Kiss, Can you Make it Last Forever?

@rukunas​, blurb

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat, you are somebody that i want to keep

ONE PIECE:

Buggy

@plutoswritingplanet​, You Started It

@gingernut1314​, The Agreement

@wood-white-writer​, Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue

Sanji

@vulturelined​, nsfw drabble

@togenabi​, Apothecary Diaries

Shanks

@short-honey-badger​, Phantom Pain

@undiscovered-horizon​, A Sharp Tongue

@hiddndaydreams​, Confession

MARVEL:

Bucky Barnes

@scrumptious-delusion​​​​, Treacherous

@softlybarnes​​​​​, 3B

Marc Spector

@softlybarnes​​​​, Request

Stephen Strange

@boop-le-snoot​​​, year after year

@eviesaurusrex​​, Personal Doctor 

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

@from-the-clouds​, moonlight on the river, savior complex, texas sun

@luveline​, Request

@nexusnyx​, imagine being loved by me

@grippingbeskar​, duality

Tommy Miller

@themysticssdream​, Chasing a Rumor, Cherry Pie, Sweet Like Honey

SUCCESSION:

Kendall Roy

@from-the-clouds, Thinking of a Place, lost in the fire

@nyheartbreak​, when will you realize vienna waits for you? 

Roman Roy

@bowieandqueen11​, Request, Kiss Me

BRITPOP/GORILLAZ:

 Damon Albarn

@lundenloves​​​​, Platforms

MISCELLANEOUS:

Officer K (Blade Runner)

@hederasgarden​, Interlinked

Carlisle Cullen (Twilight)

@pinchofhoney​, the broken self

Boyd "Bible" Swan (Fury)

@applsauss, Misery

#BIG OL FIC REC #thank you anon for suggesting this #more to come! #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marc spector #marc spector x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange #joel miller x reader #tommy miller x reader #officer k x reader #tommy miller #joel miller #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy x reader #once piece #sanji x reader #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #red haired shanks #carlisle cullen #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #satoru gojo x reader

[beebeetheclown]

Bee’s Bakery

Menu (upcoming fics):

1. Kenstewy blurb

Sicily, Italy. Inspired by The White Lotus

little summary: Kendall gets high, Stewy loses sight of him, things get crazy👀

2. Jerry Rubin one shot

Addition to my Jeremy Strong Character Collection

Notes: needed to write about him so badly.

3. Kendall Roy head canon req.

Request: a-z prompt list

Thank you for checking out my bakery☺️ I hope at least one thing on the menu looks appetizing and is exciting for you!

Have a free croissant on your way out:

Choco croissant: 🍫🥐

Cheese croissant: 🧀🥐

Plain croissant: 🧈🥐

#bee’s bakery #bee’s updates #writing #jeremy strong #kendall roy #kenstewy #jerry rubin #fanfic #ao3

[wambsgansshoelaces]

blurb 8!! slow but steady LMFAO

Hold Me

Roman Roy x Reader

prompt: “I JS LOVE SEEING HIM ALL NEEDY AND SOFT I JUST WANNA BE THERE FOR HIM SBHSGAGAGS”

Word Count: 732

Dinner with the Roys was always a spectacle. You and Roman have been married a while now, but he never dreads these gatherings any less, even with you by his side.

After everyone’s eaten, you and Kendall mill about, glasses of lemonade in hand. One of his kids had made a pitcher, and you were more than happy to taste.

“It’s better than the one they serve at Waystar,” you tell Iverson conspiratorially, his father laughing. “No, seriously! You have talent. Keep experimenting.” You give Iverson a small ruffle of the hair before he runs off, Kendall following with a soft smile on his face.

Someone’s hand goes to cup the small of your back, and you know it’s Roman before even looking up. Both from the way his cologne smells and just the shape of his palm. He presses a kiss to your brow, pulling you so that you’re standing close enough to him that your bodies are touching.

“Hi,” he murmurs into your skin. He litters more open mouthed kisses onto your brow, staring off into space.

“Hi,” you repeat back. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies, half dazed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, Ro?” you ask, pulling back to get a good look at his face. The bags under his eyes are more pronounced, his features heavily lined with exhaustion. You drop your voice so that only he can hear what you say. “You wanna go home?”

He’s hesitant, but he gives a minute nod of his head, and that’s all you need. You quickly say your goodbyes, slipping Kendall’s kids chocolates from your purse and giving Shiv and Ken short hugs. Your fingers tangle with Roman’s as you step out into the chill of the night, a cab already waiting for the two of you.

He doesn’t say anything the entirety of the trip back, instead just keeping his cheek pressed to your shoulder. You let your head lean on his, staring out into the night from the windshield. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your thigh, the contact barely registering. You’re not quite sure where his head’s at- something’s weighing on his mind, and he can’t seem to make sense of it.

You want to help lift this burden off of him, whatever it was, but you weren’t going to press him into sharing anything. He’d come talk to you when he was ready.

Roman doesn’t say anything the rest of the night except for ‘I love you’. Something’s obviously upset him, and you want to do whatever it is you can to bring him out of this spiral.

You’re sat bed now, in your pajamas, scrolling through some work emails on your phone when he settles in next to you. He shifts so that his body is in between your legs, his head settling on your stomach, hand guiding yours to his head. Wordlessly, you play mindlessly with locks of his hair, the way you know he likes, and he finally relaxes.

His eyes flutter shut as your nails rake gently over his scalp, and he heaves a long, heavy sigh. You lean down, letting your lips ghost over his forehead.

He gives a quiet grunt of contentedness, his brow furrowing. “Go to sleep, Ro. You need some rest.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, instead kissing the spot right above your belly button before burying his head back into your stomach.

“I love you,” he rasps.

“I love you too.” You don’t stop stroking his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

The next morning, he’s still clinging to you. The bare beginnings of his stubble are scratching at your neck, his head now pressed into the divot your neck makes when it meets your jaw. When you come to, you realize your limbs are sprawled out on the bed, and you attempt to stretch out. Your joints pop a bit, and Roman shifts, trying to press even closer to you.

“Why aren’t you holding me?” he whines quietly.

You let out an airy laugh, your heart warming. Your arms loop around him, anchoring him to you. One of your hands goes to his head, to his delight. Your other hand runs soothingly up and down his back, and he lets out a breath of air.

You litter kisses into his hair, eliciting soft, happy, noises from him.

“You’re a fuckin’ angel,” he breathes. “My angel.”

#roman roy #roman roy x reader #blurb #blurb night #succession #succession hbo #wambsgansshoelaces #succession x reader #succession blurb

[devitalise]

Omg I really thought this would be the month I'd beat you to the punch with a check-in but once again time has evaded me & May is, in fact, over in a mere few days 🤥 I think I need to start keeping a physical calendar again to avoid these jumpscares BUT ANYWAY!!! MAY READS!!!! END OF SUCCESSION THOUGHTS!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS IMO GONNA WATCH & READ NEXT!!! 🎤

maybe next month you'll get me.. answering this a lil early so excuse any thoughts that aren't Fully Developed i'll just be away from my laptop and you know how much i love these

may book wrap up

in cold blood by truman capote

i can't remember what i said about this last month. maybe i'm the only person in the world who didn't know this was a "true crime novel" i thought i just picked up a fictional crime genre book. my mistake! general personal thoughts on the gross peversive nature of true crime aside, i think this as investigative journalism (with a questionable bias, fictionalised events, general capote tendecy to lie and gossip) i didn't hate reading it. i could absolutely tell how taken Capote was with Perry Smith in this, he kept coming back to reiterate details about his upbringing and i had to skim parts just because they were of little interest to me. i haven't read anything where the author has managed to so completely remove themselves from their writing like this before. took me a while to read it was a kindle choice and i struggled with reading this month.

podcast: overdue (really enjoyed this podcast set up, actually.) music: red dead redemption 2 soundtrack and this playlist

the piano teacher by elfriede jelinek

unlikable loathsome woman in Austria, this time. really dislike books like this, and this was barely any different. i think Jelinek as an author is neat, i see why she won a nobel peace prize, i'd love to be able to read German to get what was lost in translation. didn't love the story at all here. menacing and gross. what i found most interesting (and hated reading in equal parts) was erica's fucked up relationship with her mother. hate your mother hate the part of her that lives within you, etc etc. i thought this would be sexier, or at least just have more sex like the blurb promised, but other than a few voyeuristic encounters it lacked it completely. sexless and stale. a lot of men dislike this book, though, so if anyone asks then i absolutely loved it.

i read two reviews about this, both with opposing views to my own but interesting to read. music: this soundtrack that almost sent me to sleep. won't be watching the movie

heatwave by victor jestin

it got hot towards the end of last week and i could finally crack open this short little book. i didn't hate it, wasn't blown away by it either. apparently i don't read blurbs - another shock here! i think because these are books that i bought so many months ago when it comes to reading them it's like oh?? well. i was distracted and tanning and drinking gin & tonics whilst reading, and i think this needed more of my attention than i could give. or maybe that's just me being generous.

no links for this one. pending.

i'm currently reading bonjour tristesse by francoise sagan. i've actually finished it but there's two stories in one so i'm on A Certain Smile now. more french books, they're the only books i have set in the summer at the moment. i started reading it on the beach, too.

i bought some new books: season of migration to the north by tayeb smith, the thief's journal by jean genet, my father's diet by adrian nathan west, and diary of a film by niven govinden. i've been reading some really hard books this year (and have bought four more) so i'm gonna switch lanes to some easier reads. the atlas six and nightbitch are probably the easiest of the ones i own at the moment.

AHHHH SUCCESSION.

kendall roy....

i have mixed thoughts about the ending i think it makes perfect sense what went down with the siblings, it doesn't mean that kendall being betrayed hurts me any less. i'm emotionally exhausted after finishing it so i've been watching cooking competitions on netflix. next is the sopranos as my Drama of Choice

also i've been listening to the once upon a time at bennington college podcast you recommended! really enjoying it so far

#book talk #djservo #i didn't know if i'd even finish one book this month tbh #saving my next rachel cusk read for when i really need a pick me up

[hageny]

Succession Thoughts but it’s just a commentary on the New Yorker Jeremy Strong article. 

I haven’t posted a *spicy* controversial opinion in a while, so I thought we’d have some fun this morning. I finally got around to reading the New Yorker piece on Jeremy Strong just to see what the fuss was about and while I don’t really have much of an opinion either way, the thing that stands out is how much Kendall’s dialogue resembles Strong’s way of speaking. This section:

Talking about his process, he quoted the jazz pianist Keith Jarrett: “I connect every music-making experience I have, including every day here in the studio, with a great power, and if I do not surrender to it nothing happens.” During our conversations, Strong cited bits of wisdom from Carl Jung, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Karl Ove Knausgaard (he is a “My Struggle” superfan), Robert Duvall, Meryl Streep, Harold Pinter (“The more acute the experience, the less articulate its expression”), the Danish filmmaker Tobias Lindholm, T. S. Eliot, Gustave Flaubert, and old proverbs (“When fishermen cannot go to sea, they mend their nets”). When I noted that he was a sponge for quotations, he turned grave and said, “I’m not a religious person, but I think I’ve concocted my own book of hymns.”

This bleeds Kendall. Also, when Strong says, “It was about, like, Beastie Boys-ing it up,” Strong recalled. “I was missing the patois of bro-speak.”

Holy mother. 

The more I watch this show the more I feel like Armstrong pulls from all the actors real-life personalities and figures them into the characters they play without the actors yet realizing they’re almost parodying themselves. This is just my opinion having watched the show a few times, but it’s an impression I’m increasingly feeling is accurate. 

Take James Cromwell for instance. Ewan is portrayed as a ‘save-the-planet-fuck-the-rich’ kind of guy who never realizes he is, undoubtedly, one of the wealthy. He’s in that world more than the real world whether he likes it or not. Cromwell, in real life, glued himself to a Starbucks counter a few months ago while protesting for PETA, which is just peak ‘rich-person-who-thinks-he’s-an-activist’.

Kieran is quite similar to Roman in real life, from what little interview bits I’ve seen; he’s sort of snarky, frenetic, but decently likeable and likes to fuck around in the way Roman does by sometimes pranking his cast members. 

J. Smith-Cameron is married to a wealthy director and grew up in a wealthy family (father an architect, grandfather helped build the Biltmore). She has this idea--seemingly--in her head, that she has only just made it, and has lived on the outside of success her whole life, but really she’s as elite as anyone, just completely unaware of it. Gerri, by contrast, married into the world she’s in, thinks she’s morally better than the Roys, but really is one of them as much as anyone in the company. 

I haven’t had the chance to converse with people on this platform about Succession in a while and have missed it, especially since I’m re-watching the show (again), so I thought I’d write up this quick post to see what others think. Agree, disagree, do what you usually do on my Succession Thoughts posts and tell me what you think honestly. This was just an off-the-cuff blurb that I wanted to write up having finally read the infamous New Yorker piece.

This piece will probably strike some nerves since I’m hard on actors/rich people in general, but I just call things like I see ‘em. 

#gerri/roman #gerri x roman #gerri kellman #roman roy #succession #succession hbo #hbo succession

[romulussy]

hunger games au where they're from one of the districts with careers like i don't know, fucking, district one or district two or district four or some shit, and kendall or who the fuck ever gets reaped and it's all like "no biggie a career kid will volunteer" but that doesn't happen for whatever the fuck reason and then papa logan roy is all "you better win, either way you're coming back in a coffin" and yeah

(2/2) and then and then after the reaping they're all huddled in the room going "what the fuck, like literally, what the fuck" and "why didn't the fucking kid volunteer that's what they're fucking for isn't it?" and roman is all "it's fine you just need to kill twenty-three other children kenny, no biggie" and kendall's all "shut up you're literally not fucking helping" and then it's all "wait if you're a victor.. we can get out from under dad" and papa logan is all very foreboding and not helpful

okay i have to come clean and admit that i never read the hunger games as a kid because i read the blurb once and decided i’d like it too much (flawless logic i know) and i didn’t watch the movies either so i am only like vaguely aware of what the fuck goes on. But sure. Yeah. i’ll integrate this into my belief system.

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[from-the-clouds]

Randomly had a mental breakdown in the car with my friends last night and today I'm thinking abt how professor!Kendall would react if that happened while you two were hanging out or whatever. Like you're grading papers/helping out and you've been stressed and you just kind of crack and he doesn't say anything, gets up, dims the lights in his office and moves his chair a little closer to you, puts his hand on the small of your back gently. He's there if you want to talk to him but he doesn't want to force you to. He just cares about you - far more than he'd like to admit, honestly - and he wants to make sure you're okay.

okay so like. i'm obsessed with this and i ended up writing a little blurb about this. also, i hope you are feeling better from your mental breakdown. i've def been there so i feel you!

All you have to do is get through this next hour.

You're hunched over the desk, trying to focus on the essay in front of you. Every so often, tears blur your vision, the words on the pages becoming fuzzy. You've read the same sentence several times over, comprehending none of the words as you try to will yourself into composure.

You're not sure what it is. It could be the immense amount of pressure you're under -- between school and extracurriculars and work. Maybe your period is coming or something, maybe it's that boy who ghosted you last week. Maybe it's the fact that you just feel like you don't know what the fuck you're doing with your life. It doesn't matter what the cause is, you feel something dark crawling around inside you, and sooner or later, it's going to come out. You just pray you can make it home before that happens.

Next to you, your professor snorts, you hear him scribble something down in the margins of the paper he's grading. He's the reason why you're so hellbent on not losing it. Of course, you wouldn't want to cry in front of any of your professors, but you definitely don't want to cry in front of Dr. Roy. He'd be the worst option of them all.

He asks you a question, but you're so lost in thought, you don't hear it.

"What?" you ask, looking over at him. He glances at you over the rim of his glasses.

"Are you almost done with those?"

"Oh, yeah," you look down at the stack. "Uh, yeah. Almost."

"Well, hurry up," he says. "I have a meeting later and I'd like to get this finished before that."

You nod and return back to your work, feeling his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than normal. He's not being cruel, you know that he's just stern by nature, the comment still upsets you in your already fragile state.

You've taken several classes with him, and now work as his TA, so you've grown pretty familiar in that time. Not to mention that you've had a pitiful crush on him since the first second you stepped into his classroom. You're still not sure if he knows. Sometimes, there's a gleam in his eye -- he'll touch your knee or squeeze your shoulder and give you a knowing smirk. It's hard to tell if he's flirting or just being polite. In the times you have tried to reciprocate, he always pushes you away. There's something you find thrilling in that uncertainty. It’s also equally terrifying. Does he really care about you at all, or are you just another student who will be forgotten by next semester?

Thinking about it too much makes the tears well up in your eyes again, and before you can will them away, some of them escape and land on the paper in front of you. You subtly swipe them away, but all it does is smear the ink and leave an even more noticeable mark behind. Quickly, you move the paper the the back of the stack before passing them over, and pray that he doesn't notice.

He says your name, and you turn to look at him.

"What is this?" he asks, pointing to the paper in front of him. You peer closer. "You need to write more legibly, this is incredibly sloppy work."

"Sorry," you say, looking down as more tears threaten to spill. "I will."

"Hey," he says, voice firm. "Look at me when I talk to you."

Very tentatively, you turn towards him, hoping the tears will evaporate in the time it takes, but they don't. He's leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, gearing up for a lecture on taking your job seriously, no doubt. "I'm sorry. I'll do better, Dr. Roy."

He sees your face, hears the way your voice cracks on the last syllable, and immediately his brows crease, face falling. "Are you alright?"

Unable to hold back anymore, you shake your head and bury your face in your hands, hiding from him. You expect some sort of lecture about how you need to be less sensitive to his feedback, but it never comes.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"It's not you," you mutter, feeling something hot and awful cutting off the air in the back of your throat. Then you choke out a sob.

He sighs softly, his chair creaks. You notice the lights in the room go dim, and he returns to you, pulling his chair a bit closer before sitting down. A warm hand lands between your shoulder-blades.

"What’s going on?"

"I-I don't know," you mumble. "It's....it's everything."

He rubs his hand back and forth soothingly, waiting for you to speak, but you don't trust yourself to do it without sobbing uncontrollably. You’re already embarrassed enough this is happening in front of him. So instead, you pitch forward, forehead landing on his knee, seeking comfort and desperate to be closer to him.

When you can't continue, can't elaborate because of how hard you're crying, he speaks again. "It's okay," he says softly. "You're going to be okay."

You shake your head no, unconvinced, staring down at his brown leather oxfords, the tears that are landing on the floor.

"Yes, you are, honey," you assures you, and you ignore the way the term of endearment makes you feel -- hot, and unsettled by how much you like it. "You are. You're just figuring it out."

Both his hands find your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, and as you finally feel yourself capable of breathing again, you reach up to weakly clutch at one of them, his fingers intertwining with your own.

"Deep breaths, okay?" he says, and you take in a deep inhale. He repeats himself. "You're going to be okay."

You can feel the heat of his body close to yours. He seems so sure of what he's saying, deep voice right in your ear. Somehow, his proximity alone is working, you feel the tension melting away as he continues to murmur to you affirmatively, hands working out the knots in your shoulders. Instinctually, you move closer to him. Even if the two of you never come back from this, you decide you don't care.

#this dynamic is really.....awakening something in me #do you know how nice it is to have someone hold space for you in this way #asks #writing #kendall roy x reader #professor! kendall

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

hi 🤍

i saw you wrote a serie about stewy (i fuking eat it up) and some blurbs on kendall and i was wondering if you contemplated on writing on shiv roy ? or is she just not a character you were interested

but it actually does not matter (like don’t take it as an order ? or suggestion like it’s just an inquiry like no pression - i hope i wasn’t demanding of anything if so i’m sorry 😭 it wasn’t my intention ) because i will literally read everything and anything you wrote from every fandom even your grocery list unironicly because i love the way you capture perfectly each purpose ( if i can call it like that ? i think …) of every prota you put your mind on ( in ? of ? i’m french english is horrendously confusing)

and i don’t fucking know how to end this question ? is it - i mean was it a question ? or more like a suggestion

ANYWAY i hope you’re ok and know how to still enjoy writing - because everytime i write it literally sucks my soul ( you didn’t ask or you did not even want to know)

i think i will end this - i mean yeah so euhh

bye

Hello friend! First of all:

!!!! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed Long Shot and the lil Kendall bits (and can also ensure you that my grocery list is pretty standard) (also your English is not confusing at all!!)

Secondly, I didn't read it as demanding! And I would consider writing for Shiv. I've written her a little bit in my to-eventually-be-released Kendall Roy series, and I could potentially see myself writing for her in the future separately!

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