#here is a little something for you ken 😘

[loveandthings11]

I just woke up from a dream, i was going to the panini shop to get my friend and me paninis, and who was helping in the shop - Ken. and as i was struggling with what to take, he was just smiling. and then he suggested me something and made it on the house. I guess it was good cuz i came next morning again - and i woke up.. Buuuut i was thinkingg then… :) :) :) i came next morning again and he suggested me something new, and then he invited me to come after working hours so he could show me his secret for good paninis… and yeah a lot of stuff could happen there :) (he is still kendall roy with a suit but he only helps there to keep his imaginary family italian tradition going.. )

Ok so Kendall is visiting the restaurant so he can oversee things and assess the financial situation and overall customer experience even though he’s not usually in Italy. He normally just deals with the financials from New York but he has to keep an eye on things sometimes so he can report back to his dad on how this side of the family is managing things. He didn’t think much when he said that he could show you how to make paninis, he just said something to try to get you to come back. So when you actually show up that night, you realize he does not even know where the bread is because his job is numbers and looking hot in a suit 🫶🏻

At first he just says he knows a place around the corner that has wine that will “fucking rearrange your brain chemistry.” You’re from here so you agree that it’s incredible, but when you say sort of shyly that you’d rather stay here with him, he looks at you for a long moment before he decides to tell you the truth. He smiles and says that he actually doesn’t know anything about cooking and he thought about having staff stay late but he wanted to be alone with you.

So you laugh and he nods along even though he doesn’t like that he wasn’t prepared. And you say not to worry because you’ll figure it out for the two of you. And you’re the one who finds the bread and puts it in the panini maker. Just when you think you have the power, Kendall digs out the right recipes and asks you to get all the ingredients that he can see are on lower shelves so he can check you out in the little flouncy skirt you wore. It takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing but when he keeps saying, “Oh, we’re going to need more of that, can you get another one?” with that impossible smirk on his face, you match his flirtiness, leaning down slowly to pick up what he tells you to without breaking eye contact.

You talk about light topics to start getting to know each other over truly amazing paninis, but you can feel the connection. He jokes that he can’t believe you’re having sandwiches for dinner and he wants to fly you out when he goes back to New York to show you a proper dinner and maybe some dessert 😘

#thank you for this ask it was super fun 😊 #first kendall x reader but he lives in my brain enough and who doesn’t love Y/N #she is fabulous and wears flouncy skirts #I hope you like it anon 💗 #kendall roy #Kendall Roy x reader #Kendall Roy fluff #Kendall Roy fic

[indigobackfire]

@lifeofkazeaze after 12 years, I'm finally done writing this xD thanks again for sending it 💕😘

21. “we’ll face this together” kisses

29. hushed conversation in-between kisses

Wordcount: ~1.5k

CW: None? Some excited kissing ig

This is set in my Real World/Modern days AU and they're in regular HS, but the two of them have some powers... it's a bit complicated x) Opted for something a bit lighter this time since I'm prone to writing angst all the time 🙈

They’ve been in the car for a couple of minutes now parked in front of his house, snow piling up on the window’s edges and the windshield. It isn’t an uncomfortable place to be in, the seat is ample of soft cream leather, and the air smells of his perfume, but there’s only so long they could spend there.

The heat is on because of the weather outside, but a thin layer of sweat has formed on Barnaby’s forehead and he occasionally shook his sweater to cool down, making her consider if she should turn it off for him. She doesn't though — the glass around them has long fogged up and she turns to draw a happy face and their initials on it.

Indigo’s knees are up to her chest, barefeet on the seat, thumbnail between teeth without ever really biting; she is willing to give him the time he needs but she can't deny that she's also nervous and would prefer to get this over with. She tamed her hair into a lazy braid and borrowed Phoenix's sweater to hide the ridiculous Pattison meme print on her sweatshirt and Aspen’s makeup to try make her schoolday face look presentable.

As much disregard Indigo has for Barnaby’s parents for everything they had done to him and in general, she knows how important both are to him and now she’s back. He doesn’t see Ferelith Lee, big name in the British pharmaceutical industry caught in one of the biggest scandals of the industry in the last fifteen years which included big money laudering, indirect involvement with the worsening of the opioid crisis, and murder just to spice up things. All information Indigo knows because her own mother was one of the prosecution barristers in the court case many years ago.

But none of that matters — all Barnaby sees is his mom, and after seven long years, she’s finally coming home.

When Indigo looks back from the window, he's staring at her with unblinking eyes like a doe caught in headlights.

“What's wrong?”

He’s gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”

“Take your time, I have the whole afternoon long,” she says genuinely, reaching to caress his nape.

“Nae, you don’t.” He turns his body towards her. “Ye see, I’ve been anxiously waiting for this very moment for years, picturing the scene in a hundred different ways, but now… I dinnae ken what to do. This is just a day like any other and now she’s here.”

It really was out of the blue, his mom was sentenced for fifteen years in prison, therefore schedule to leave only in Barnaby’s mid-twenties. He imagined himself with a whole other life once they met again, perhaps graduated and employed, important but fair, not still in high school, feeling stupid and vulnerable. And yet, that same morning, without any expectations or warning, his grandma had called him announcing his mother’s transfer to home arrest

“Exactly, just like any other. What are you afraid of?” He shrugs, opening his mouth but unable to conclude what is stopping him. “She’ll be a little different I suppose, but she’s still your mum. And you’re still her son who she certainly still loves very much. Unconditionally.”

He gives a crooked smile. “It’s like you read my mind sometimes.”

She smiles. “Sometimes, yes.” She takes his hand and brings his knuckles to her lips, feeling the silver of his rings under her lips. “I’ll be there with ye, whether they like it or not.”

“That means the world to me.”

She makes her voice more serious before continuing. “Does she know about the… powers and stuff?”

He looks at the panel thoughtfully. “I mean… some of it. She knows about the weather thing, the strength, but not the creature talking or water thing. Definitely not the future seeing stuff… That if she remembers any of it.”

“Good. It's better if she doesn't.”

“You're the only reason I can bear going so long without telling anyone.” He turns to her again with a heart warming smile, brushing whisps of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure she’ll love you. And if she doesn’t, then I’ll be sure, prison really messed her up.”

Indigo laughs a little too loud, covering her mouth. “Sorry, Barney.” But he laughs as well. She shortens even further the space between them. “But it's fine, really. Yours is the only opinion that matters to me.”

“I wish it didn’t but her opinion matters to me. And I want so much for her to like you.”

“I promise I'll behave. Hopefully she won't think I'm a punk because of my hair.”

“I got an earring! She'll think I'm a delinquent. Talking of it, I should probably take it off, what do you think?”

She fiddles with his earlobe and the small silver piercing. “Hum… no…she’ll see the hole anyway. Wait until she finds out it was because of me you got it.”

“Tsc tsc, you turned a good boy into a hooligan, Miss Silverwood.” She giggles and he presses his face against her neck, taking in her scent. “You’re such a bad influence.”

She takes his face in her hands. “And I only plan to make you worse.” And kisses him softly.

He pulls away. “Not that whatever she says will change how I see y—”

She cuts him off by pressing her lips against his again, a deeper kiss this time, then smiles at his flushed face when she pulls away.  “Ah ken. She’ll be proud of you whether she likes me or not. Cause given my bloodline and reputation, the probability is high that she won’t.”

“It's not because of what she'll think of me that I care. But because I love you.”

“I promise I won't be hurt if she doesn't. It's not like she can make me leave you.” She leans back against her seat with a playful smile. “About you, I dinnae ken.”

He puffs. “You're proper mad if you think you're getting rid of me.”

“Who knows maybe momma will make you change your mind.”

“Listen, I’m scared of how she’ll be like, of how she’ll react to everything that’s happened so far, but I’m sure of myself. She can say what she wants, do what she wants,” he takes her hand and brings it to his chest, “But what’s in here, she’ll never be able to change.”

His words are certain yet tears start pooling in his eyes.

She pulls herself closer. “Don’t be scared, darling. It’s gonna be okay.”

“I know, I know. I just-”

“Shush, shush.” Again, her mouth is on his in a soothing kiss which deepens without much effort, because, and without much reason, her mouth is almost a drug to him.

He pulls her body closer over the seat division without much effort, her legs bent awkwardly in their position, solid and warm on his lap, careful to keep strong hands under control as not to hurt her, the scene made private by the curtain of fog on all windows.

In her private presence, he can be his unfiltered self — tongue untamable, one hand gripping her sweater with force to press her against his chest, the other making a mess of her hair, legs awkwardly tangled, discreet moans as she holds him back, midriff burning with excitement, mind numb with nothing but her on it — before walking in and having to play his very civilised part in front of his family. But in his eyes they’d see the hint of madness, of desire.

He breathes heavy, foreheads touching. “Please, dinnae look at me differently when you see her.”

His stare is intense and she can feel her heart heavy. “How would I?”

“Don't pity me. Understand me, but don't pity me. Don't lose hope on me either, because I know you're good at seeing people and you'll see a lot of me in her… the way she speaks, her eyes, her tics… I’ve been told many times before… People look at me and fear I’ll become just as corrupted.”

“I know you, Barnaby. I know you. And I don’t share their fears.”

He grips at she soft of her thigh, green eyes dilated and dark, shallow breaths - what he truly wants to say impossible to be expressed through words. But she understands every single gesture, allowing his hold, welcoming his nervous lips on her, also in need of a distraction from her flaring nerves.

Mom birthed something wild, something cursed, something famished.

Then she hears, out of the car, noises of someone walking by on the sidewalk and is brought back to her senses.

“Barnaby—” He kisses her again before she can finish, so she has to pull her face away, prompting him to lay kisses on her neck instead. “Barney, it's getting late, we have to go.”

He drops his head back with a grunt, chest still shaking. “Fine. Though I’m really tempted to stay here.”

She slides away back to her seat, adjusting her clothes. “Don’t forget why we’re here, mister fish memory.”

“Mum, aye.” He adjusts his hair on the rearview mirror and bounces on his seat. “Let’s do this, I can do this.”

She squeezes his shoulder. “Hey, we can do this. I love you.”

He grins, hand on the door handle. “I love you more.”

#indigo silverwood #barnaby lee #barnago #kissing prompts #indigo×barnaby #beezwritez

[spoopydooblr]

okay first off, ur username is hilarious i always have a lil giggle when i see it. spoopydoobler strikes again

second off, i love stella and Kendall, i think it’s really on brand that Kendall ends up in a semi-healthy, dysfunctional long term relationship with a 20-something actress. her young spirit but also self-awareness and (probably daddy issues?) is what kinda makes her stand out and stay with him even as he’s falling apart. Like after everything is over she kinda puts him back together but also pieces him back together in a mould that suits her and her lifestyle (dysfunctional relationship bby😘).

i also kinda like her role in that she’s a lurker, she’s kinda watching everything happen and has her own private moments with him so everyone has kinda already written her off as Kendall’s flavor of the month. but surprise she’s in it for the long haul bitchesssss. she’s getting that Roy money and they start a film production company that’s like the succession equivalent of A24.

could you imagine Kendall Roy at the oscars or golden globes that’d be pretty funny to see.

also i love that headcanon of babies, like it’s probably reallllllly far off in the future and i do agree with you i see both possibilities. i guess what i crave more is like domesticity.

also let me preface this as i love all the roy siblings but i want like a version where at least out of the three of them Ken (kinda not really) wins?!? or atleast doesn’t not have the worst fate (#rip my girl shiv)

anon, you make my heart swell! this is so thoughtful and sweet!! spoopydooblr is a suuuuuuper old tumblr name from when i was about 16! not sure why i chose it but here we are! :)

i dont wanna spoil my ideas for the ending of the show but yes, stella will be there to put ken back together again. thats what she does best, tbh. i also love how dysfunctional their relationship is, but at the same time, its really one of the most loving and successful relationships either of them has ever had.

the A24 comment is everythingggggg. i definitely envision stella and kendall starting either a production company to rival waystar studios OR i can see kendall getting into the music business too. either way, theyre in it together and make BANK. i think the sibs are underestimating stella too. they def see her as his flavor of the month (lol) but she is in this forever!

i just KNOW their first red carpet appearance is full of drama like twitter is fighting over whether theyre super cute or super creepy.

when it comes to the babies im thinking they get married a couple of years after the show ends (2026?) and since stella will be in her 30s and ken nearing 50 (wtf) they start fertility treatments pretty soon after. i also love the domesticity of it all and i know with ken out of waystar he actually will be a doting father. i think especially bc i imagine them with twins (fertility drugs increase the change of multiples) ken is like alllllll over stella and when the babies are born hes in complete shock. like one baby, sure, but TWO? hes so scared but theyre in it together and their girls grow up to love and respect their dad. (i think sophie and iverson would love having little siblings too!)

wow this is long but YES! ken needs a win and i think stella is the win he needs. especially with how shitty his ending is. i so wish i was in jesse's brain to create stella and have her in s4 for real, but alas i am just a twenty-something unemployed loser from the us.

again, thank you for this lovely message to wake up to! its messages like these that inspire me and keep me writing.

#kendall roy #kendall roy x oc #succession

[lenteur]

valentine's day celebration: head in the clouds ☁️ for @myuoi (cr. 1, 2, 3, 4)

#art #drawing #illustration #mb #mycreations #mb² #mbpl² #vdc #here is a little something for you ken 😘