A NICE NIGHT — CARMEN BERZATTO

Carmen’s not sure why he agreed to come here: a party with people he doesn’t know and doesn’t particularly care to, too much drinking, too much conversation, too much noise.

He’s trying not to hate it completely, he really is, but there’s that nagging in the back of his mind that just screams unwanted. And maybe a little regretful, or undeserving, or unsure of himself. He wants to like it here. He wants to tolerate it for Claire. Maybe. Maybe just a few more minutes. Maybe a few with a cigarette.

He’s lucky to find the backyard more or less empty, save for red solo cups and beer bottles thrown askew—and a girl standing against the railing, back to the house to face a dark canvas. At least this is better than the mess inside.

Playing it safe, he leans against the railing on the opposite side of the steps, figures it sends a message. We don’t have to talk. Or, more accurately, I don’t really want to. He feels that familiar itch crawling down to his fingertips and pulls out his pack, pops out a cigarette and props it between his lips. He pats down his pockets. And again. He pats down his jacket. And again. 

Fuck…

“Do you need a light?”

One more?

a/n: this goes out to all the Farleigh girls, I got you and I hope you like it, even though it's a bit long, I got carried away

warning: 18+, smut, smut and some more smut, swearing, just sexy time, P in V (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 3,550

The Catton family. You've been friends with Venetia and Felix for years, always celebrating your birthday at Saltburn, which has always turned out to be the craziest party of the summer.

You loved spending time there with them because you got away from all of the shitty problems you had at home, everything that was bothering you suddenly disappeared into thin air the moment you stepped on Saltburn ground.

Another reason why you loved being there was Farleigh fucking Start.

Tall, curly headed, as Felix called him "little shit-stirrer", is the most gorgeous fucking man you have ever seen in your life. He literally had everything. Everything about him was absolutely perfect.

The way his lips wrapped around a cigarette butt, the way his gorgeous hair flopped around when he walked and especially the way his eyes sparkled everytime he looked at you.

His attitude though was something else, sometimes he acted like a fucking toddler, sometimes he was so cocky that even he himself was surprised but to you he was always kind of sweet. Sometimes coming to your room late at night to talk to you, it was if not favourite, one of the favourite things to do with him and it gave you a chance to listen to his beautiful voice. Oh,that thing about him has always made you weak in the knees. Deep voice, sometimes a little bit raspy when he talked quietly or when he was mad but that raspiness was more like warm butter, spreading through the air so beautifully that sometimes you got lost in his words.

Yes, you were totally in love with him. But did he feel the same? You never asked.

You and Venetia were laying on the freshly cut grass on your stomach, your legs dangling in the air with your hands under your chin, the smell spreading through the air. That was one of your favourite things about summer. Well that and Farleigh in shorts, shirtless.

You swallowed hard when you saw Farleigh walk out of the pond in front of you, small drops of water cascading down his beautifully sculpted body, his hair perfect like always. You used your index finger to lower your sunglassed a little bit, wanting to properly see him and enjoy the view a little bit longer when Venetia interrupted your daydreaming.

"Something interesting down there?" You quickly snapped out of it and pushed your sunglasses up your nose, trying to hide your embarrassment, but it was too late.

"What? No, I was just.. looking at.. that bird over there." You pointed your finger to the left, clearly a totally different direction you were staring in just a minute ago.

"Yeah right, I saw you looking at Farleigh, you're so into him it's ridiculous." She trailed off, not taking her eyes off you. "You should tell him because he's into you too." You scoffed and looked at her.

"What?" The confusion is clearly audible in your voice.

"Yeah, he's always staring at you when you're not looking, I told him and Felix told him like a million times to try something but he's being a little bitch, so that's why we're still here, you staring at him, him obviously now staring at you."

She pointed at him, you followed her finger but when you laid your eyes on him, he was already walking away, his back turned towards you.

"If you guys don't hook up tonight at the party, I'm seriously taking matters into my own hands." She picked up her phone and got up, leaving you alone outside, the only company that you had were your thoughts. You wanted him so much, to feel his lips on yours, to bury your fingers inside that beautiful hair of his, you had to do something or you were going to lose your fucking mind.

"Are you ready?" You heard Venetia's voice travel down the hall all the way to your room, as you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, straightening your short lavender glittery dress. Silver wings sitting perfectly on your back, giving you the look of a fairy.

"Ready!" You yelled just as Venetia entered your room.

"Wowza, Farleigh will go absolutely bonkers when he sees you." She complimented you as she looked you up and down one more time, making sure that everything was in perfect place. You gave her a smile and took one more deep breath before you intertwined your hand with Venetia's, ready to join the party.

As soon as you walked downstairs, the smell of cigarettes and probably 20 different kinds of alcohol. There were some people you've never even met before because of course Elspeth had to invite everybody and make it the best party of the century. You can't blame her, she lives for these kind of things.

You looked around the room, Venetia instantly catching on to whom you were looking for, a slight grin appearing on her face. While still holding on your right hand, she lifted her left one and pointed straight all the way across the room.

There he was. Leaned against the wall with a cigarette between his index and middle finger. He leaned his head back and blew the smoke out of his mouth, your eyes catching just a small glimpse of his tongue licking his top lip. He was wearing a white button down shirt, unbuttoned probably half way down, exposing his chest, the sweat on his skin literally looking like glitter and that was just enough for you to almost choke on your own saliva. He looked so fucking gorgeous.

He caught your gaze and smiled at you and you took that as a sign to go up to him.

Venetia let go of your hand and slapped you playfully on the ass as a 'good luck' sign. You winked at her and made your way through the crowd, now and then accidentally bumping into a few people. Thank god you were wearing high heels so you could actually see where you were going and had Farleigh in front of you the entire time.. You reached the other side of the room and were met with those familiar dark brown eyes and a smile worth more than all the diamonds in the world.

He bent down and leaned forward because even though you were wearing heels, he was still so much taller than you. "You look incredible." He yelled in your ear, trying to speak over the music and again locked his eyes on you. You smiled at him.

"Thank you. You look incredible too." You answered as calmly as you could, but in your head you had a totally different answer. Somebody bumped into Farleigh, making his body bump into yours.  At that moment, the scent of his perfume and just him invaded your nostrils, feeling like the toughest drug you have ever encountered. He looked down at you and bit his lip, his hand reaching towards your face as he tucked a thin strand of hair behind your ear. It felt like electricity floating through your body when you felt his hand graze your cheek.

"Wanna dance?" He asked and you nodded instantly, maybe too fast but you didn't care. At that moment you didn't care about anything else but Farleigh.

He gently took your hand and led you through the crowd, finding a place that wasn't as crowded as the middle of the dance floor, so you could dance properly and that was more towards the corner of the room. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer, his hips swaying together with yours to the rhythm of the music.

You placed your hands around his neck, his eyes never leaving yours. You smiled at him and threw your head back, your hair moving through the air like silk, the glitter on your collar bones and your face illuminating under the colorful lights, literally making you look like a fairy.

Farleigh swallowed hard and suddenly stopped moving and stepped back a little bit, making you look at him, confused.

He took your hand in his, the back of your facing up. He put some of the very familiar white powder on top of it, creating a single line. He put the rest of it in his pocket before he bent down and inhaled what was on your hand, his nose following the line smoothly. He threw his head back in what could only be described as pleasure. Your lips parted at the sight of him in that state, your desire to kiss him even bigger now. You needed him so much, your body feeling like it would explode from the desire and want for this curly headed man.

He looked down at your hand, stepped closer and smirked as he stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining powder, his tongue licking it in one quick motion, his eyes never leaving yours. You swallowed hard at his intense gaze, the room suddenly feeling 20 degrees hotter. A few seconds later he pulled you in and locked his lips with yours in a deep, passionate kiss filled with desire and need for each other.

You finally intertwined your fingers in his hair, pulling at the roots a little bit, earning a quiet moan from him. He cupped your face with his large hands, his tongue easily slipping inside your mouth. You couldn't believe what was happening, afraid to let go because you thought you would wake up and see that it was all just a dream. But it wasn't. His lips fit yours like they were made for each other, melting together. He broke the kiss and looked at you, his fingertip grazing your soft cheek, only now noticing the glitter on your cheekbones.

"You look like a fairy." He whispered more to himself than to you, but you heard him loud and clear. You smiled at him and wanted to look down at your feet but before you could do that, he placed his index finger under your chin and lifted your head up, your eyes meeting his again. 

"Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his fingers tucking another strand of hair behind your ear, his palm now resting on your cheek. You didn't even notice you leaned into his palm, feeling like it was made for holding your face. 

"Like you even have to ask." That was all you let out before he smirked and placed his hands on your hips, turning you around so you were in front of him as he led you through the crow, his hands never leaving your body. You couldn't tell how you felt at that very moment because it was all mixed. Nervous? Horny? Happy? You name it, it was all there, but what you wanted even more to be there were Farleigh's hands all over your body in the ways you only imagined in your head. 

You walked through the long hallway, passing some of the people until you reached the part of the house where Farleigh's room was at. Farleigh opened the door, his hand resting on your lower back, leading you into his room. You stepped inside and walked around a little bit, looking at some of the pictures he had hung on the walls, slightly unfamiliar to you. It was somehow weird how his room was exactly the way you imagined it. Every bit of it.

"You know I've always had a crush on you?" He said quietly, his voice a little bit more raspy than usual, probably because of all the yelling over the music. You turned around abruptly and locked eyes with him, his arms crossed on his chest, his back against the wooden door. 

"What?" 

"Yeah." he trailed off and took a step towards you, his arms now behind his back. "Every time I saw you I wanted to tell you how much I liked you and then Felix said something about how you would never go for me because I'm an idiot" you laughed a little bit at that part. "which is not far from the truth because sometimes I am, but still." he took a few more steps and now your bodies were almost touching. "god you're beautiful." you looked down at your feet again but he did exactly the same thing he did when you were still down there, he lifted up your chin with his index finger, his eyes looking directly into yours, it was like he was staring into your soul.

"I can't tell you how many times I have wanted to do this." he leaned down and kissed your lips in such a gentle way, his fingers gently grazing your cheek and then your jawline. "or this," he then placed a kiss on your cheek, on your jawline and followed that line until he reached your neck, his lips planting a kiss right on your sweet spot, instantly sending shivers down your spine. 

Your head fell back and you closed your eyes. your heart feeling as if it would jump out of your chest. You laid your hands on his arms, trying to hold onto something because you felt like your legs would give out at that very moment. You let out a quiet moan and felt him smirk against your neck, your hands finding their way to his curly hair. 

"Farleigh" you whispered and cupped his face, lifting his head up to see it before you smashed your lips against his in a desperate kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, working around as his hands roamed all over your body, like they were trying to remember every single curve. His hands reached behind you to find the zipper, his fingers skillfully pulling it down, exposing your back to the cold air of his room. 

"May I?" He asked against your lips and the only thing you did was nod and move back a little bit so he could pull it down until it hit the floor, now pooling around your feet. "Fuck." he whispered and looked down, his teeth pulling on his bottom lip so hard it turned white. He lunged forward and picked you up, your legs wrapping instantly around his waist as he carried you to his bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him down for another kiss, your hands never leaving his face. His one hand cupped your covered breast while the other travelled slowly from your chest to your stomach, his fingers drawing invisible circles around your belly button, but they didn't stop there. He placed them just above your panties and then inside, moving them further down until he found what he was looking for. 

"Damn you're already wet and I've barely touched you." His finger slowly slipped inside of you, grazing the front side of your inner wall as he watched your lips part in pleasure. He repeated the movement a couple more times and then removed his finger from your body, a whine escaping your lips.

"Farleigh, I need you." you said desperately. your body squirming from how badly you wanted him. He chuckled quietly and moved off the bed, his hands grabbing your ankles as he pulled you closer to the foot of the bed. His fingers hooked under the sides of your panties, very slowly pulling them down, the cold air in the room hitting your bottom half. He got down on his knees and pulled you even closer, his lips planting a gentle kiss on your right inner thigh, then your left one, his hands resting on your legs. He leaned forward and blew slightly on your cunt, your body jumping at the sensation and your lips parting when he connected his lips to the place where you needed him the most. He gave your clit a few gentle licks before he started sucking on it and then went back to moving his tongue in figure eights all around your clit, grazing it every now and then. He could see how frustrating it was to you, him playing with you like that, teasing you but just seeing him down there, eating you out like his life depended on it, like you were his favourite candy turned you on even more. 

You arched your back and grabbed the sheets, your hips bucking up every now and then, desperate for something more. You were on the verge of tears because of how frustrated you were and Farleigh could see it but deep down he was enjoying it way too much. 

"Farleigh, please." you whimpered and then suddenly the cold air hit your bottom half again as Farleigh got up and took a few steps back. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see what he was doing and oh boy did you like what you saw. His fingers skillfully started unbuttoning that white shirt he had on, taking his time with it, especially the last few buttons but once he got to that last button and his shirt flew open, your breath hitched. It wasn't like you have never seen him shirtless before, this was different. This was for your eyes only. You bit your lip at the sight of him, his fingers unzipping his pants and pushing them down as he stepped out of them, now standing in front of you only in his boxers. Fuck he looked so damn good like that. That single light that was on in the room made his skin look even more beautiful, a few drops of sweat on his chest glisten in the light. 

"I like the sound of you begging, but I want you to cum when I'm inside of you." He trailed off, his voice somehow even deeper than usual, filled with lust and hunger. You sat up and unhooked your bra, now completely naked in front of him on his bed. He quickly took off his boxers, his cock now free, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He lunged forward and laid on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He looked deep into your eyes, his hand stroking his cock a few times as he lined up with you and pressed his tip in breaching your cunt. "God, you're so fucking tight," he moaned, his hips pressing into you inch by inch until he was fully inside you, your walls hugging his cock nicely. 

"You ok?" he said gently, his body shaking a little bit. You could see that he was holding back but you needed him. You need him so desperately to move and to feel him fully.

"Please move, Farleigh:" That was all he needed to hear. He pulled his hips back almost all the way, only the tip of his cock resting inside of you before he slammed back in, earning a loud whimper from you. With each thrust he gave he hit that beautiful spot inside, your hands finding their way to his curly hair as you pulled on the roots making him throw his head back. 

With each thrust he was getting faster and harder and you suddenly felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

"C'mon baby, I can feel you squeezing me, let go for me" He moaned between his thrusts, focusing on hitting that beautiful spot inside. He gave you a few more of his hard thrusts and your body exploded around him, your orgasm tearing through your body, his name falling off his lips loudly. He fucked you through your orgasm but he didn't stop there, he wasn's stopping.

"Baby I know you can do more, c'mon, one more?" it didn't take long for that familiar feeling to appear again. You knew you would cum fast this time, especially with the brutal pace Farleigh has set. You dug your nails in his back and scratched him from his shoulder blades to his lower back when you felt your seconds orgasm washing over you, your legs shaking and your back arching. Just at the sight of you like that, cumming because of him and in how much pleasure you were in was enough to finally send Farleigh over the edge. He quickly pulled out of you, his hand stroking his cock at a fast pace. You quickly sat up and took him in your mouth, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit inside as you felt his sperm shoot down your throat, drinking every drop he gave you. You looked up at him and saw his head thrown back in pleasure, his lips parted and his torso flexed. It was easily the hottest thing you have ever seen in your life and you knew you would get to experience this whenever you wanted. 

He laid down on the bed beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. He laid on your side to admire you, how beautiful you looked like this, freshly fucked. Somehow he couldn't believe what just happened. You turned your head and saw him stare at you, his lips curled up into a smile.

"What?" You asked quietly.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are and all mine." He placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently massaging it.

"Only yours."

One More Chance

Summary: Farleigh doesn't want to lose you.

Warnings: Cheating, drug use, drinking, slapping (you dont get slapped!!), oral (f receiving!), pussy eating, overstimulation (?), talks of stds, P in V sex, lemme know if i forgot anything.

Notes: Guess who's back and being ANNOYING! Lord when i say this took me forever to write and it's long. Whatever, but hi this is like 5k+ words not including notes, warnings or summary! Enjoy!! Leave comments n all that!! ALSO Shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for putting up with me while i wrote this 😭 okay im running away now.

You think you're getting too old for clubbing.

Everything is so loud, dizzying, and sweaty and your outfit sticks to you uncomfortably. You pull at the laces, at the latex that annoyingly catches against the meat of your thighs as you sway to the music. Annabel, seemingly ignorant to your stiff movement, leans her whole body against you, grinding to the beat of the song, and out of instinct you wrap your arm around her waist and pull her closer. She melts into your arms then without missing a beat, she turns her head and even with the flashing lights you can see that her mascara runs, “You used to be good at this.”

DARLING & DANDELION | SPENCER REID

Pike Roast. {Carmen Berzatto}

Maybe you dropped in at the wrong time, or maybe Carmen was right, you overstepped your boundaries. Your phone vibrated before your mind could relive the dispute from earlier. 

{My actions were poor} 

{know that I appreciate you.}

The dry apology made you want to throw your phone into the depths of Chicago traffic as you waited to cross the next street over to your complex. You felt your heart sink to the soles of your boots while your thoughts consumed the events from earlier.

“Nobody asked you too. Alright? I made it clear we’re not a couple.” He spat with such repulse, face reflecting more heat than the two cups of coffee you had in your hands. 

You couldn’t formulate any sort of response to strike back. In fact, you wouldn’t even ponder the idea of cutting him open the way he butchered you in front of his staff. Instead, you rolled your lips between your teeth and sealed your exit out of the restaurant with a nod of your head. 

He huffed at the sight of you discarding the cups of coffee in the public trash can, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you sprinted further away from The Beef. 

“Bit harsh cousin, don’t ya thi-“

“Richie, shut the fuck up and fucking. move.” he seethed, storming past his staff and entering the solitary of the walk-in to cool down his frustrations.

It has been days since you heard from him, his piercing words still fresh each time you gave it a thought. Carmen was right, you weren’t a couple but in the course of 6 months of nonstop fucking, the both of you managed to do everything couples do. The farmers market dates, taking advantage of happy hour before his shift, he even bought a set of knives to keep at your place. 

“I can’t work with cheap Amazon cooking supplies.” He’d mention to you while preparing dinner in your kitchen for the 3rd night in a row. 

There were even several nights you crashed at his place in hopes of silencing his frequent night terrors and oncoming panic attacks. Whenever he felt the sudden discomfort of his chest closing in on him, he would immediately find your presence. You’d spend hours running your fingers through his curls, massaging the strained vein on the side of his temples until he was able to control his breathing. 

In Carmen’s defense, he made sure to communicate with you from the beginning he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. That your relationship was strictly casual because, in his terms, he wasn’t built like his brother who was quick-witted, charming, and could give you the qualities of being a boyfriend.

“wish there was more time in a day, ya know?” He confessed over a smoked bourbon a week prior to your fallout. 

“Why? So you can marinate every poultry you have in your inventory.” You snorted, stirring the contents of your Mojito before pressing your painted lips to the straw. 

“Just wanted to make more time for you.”  

---

You had the cheesiest grin on your face walking into the Berzatto-owned restaurant with a cup of coffee in each hand. You’re too stimulated with happy heart syndrome reminiscing his proclamation of wanting to make more time for the both of you, you don’t realize the chaos you walked into. 

“Hey, is everything alright?” 

You can tell he’s overwhelmed, and your question only files his irritation further. 

“Context clues, does it look alright?” He lets out a heavy sigh that’s muffled by the telephone constantly ringing. 

“Heard. Can I do anything to help?”

“No. “

“I brought you a Pike Roast.” 

He shuts his eyes tight, trying to compose himself over the current mayhem of the restaurant. “Thank you but by the time I get ‘round to it, it’ll be cold.” 

“Just throw it in the microwave.” you smile, attempting to make your way to his office.

His body steps in front of yours before you can make it any further “No, it’s fine really.” 

“Carmen, it’s just coffee. It can be reh-“

“(Y/N), I’ll catch up with you later. Please just go.” 

“Okay, I will but I know you’ll look forward to a pick me up lat-“

“(Y/N), I don’t have time right now.” 

“I’ll leave. Let me just put this on your desk and if you don’t want it later, you can just thr-“

There’s a sudden outburst within him that decompresses the moment his fist meets the to-go printer that sends it flying past you, a string of orders still attached. 

“I don’t know how many times I have to fucking repeat myself” He hollers causing your frame to flinch backward. “Fuck off, alright?” He continues to shout, pupils dilated with the vein on his neck prompting out from the skin. “I’m in the fuckin process of something, now get the fuck out of my restaurant and find a fuckin hobby.” 

His verbal abuse had you on a display of embarrassment. The shrill tone of Carmen’s voice had your body stuck in a stiff posture with a quiet, dejected look. Blinking back the pinpricks that crawled across your eyes, you managed to mumble “I just wanted to make more time..”

“Nobody asked you too. Alright? I made it clear we’re not a couple.” 

---

{I'd like to stop by sometime this week, I owe you a cup of coffee."}

i think we could do it if we tried

So I misread a prompt, and didn’t realize until halfway through the fic. This was the result and it ended up being weirdly personal? If you hate it or think it’s unrealistic, I know, it’s just wishful thinking, ok?😭

i think we could do it if we tried

Superstar

I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl

Who’s desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar

The Reader is thrilled to start a new job at AFC Richmond- especially since it means working with a certain player-turned-coach.

Roy Kent x Reader

2.7k words

Warnings: language (because Roy Kent); I’m a bit rusty so forgive my writing!

A/N: Been having some horribly bad writer’s block in addition to work stress. Thankfully my man Roy Kent helped me finally break through!!!

People Are Watching (Normal People pt 2)

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3.4k (part 1 here)

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

It had been a long time since you’d gotten this dressed up. 

After a year of dating Roman, you had discovered that looks weren’t necessarily a priority. He liked having you on his arm, showing you off, but there was never any need to try too hard. Things were stable with Roman. He just didn’t want you to go anywhere. As long as you were within arm’s reach, he was content. 

So you didn’t put in much effort anymore. Not to say that you had let yourself go; but there were few occasions that called for getting dressed up these days.

That is, aside from the most important night in a long time: election eve. 

You glimpsed Roman coming into the room, collar upturned, adjusting his tie. He slowed when he saw you, eyes tracing your body.

“Almost ready,” you said.

He lingered behind you, examining your reflection in the mirror. There was a look of mingled confusion, sadness, and desire in his eyes.

“Huh,” he said.

“Too much?”

“No, no. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Normal People

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3k - read on Ao3 here!

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

You first met him at Kendall’s birthday party.

Roman was being obnoxious. All he could talk about was finding Lukas Matsson. He and Shiv were relentless in their pursuit of the man. It was all business, no pleasure tonight. So while Roman and Shiv stood with their heads together, compulsively sipping vodka tonics, you slipped away unnoticed to try and have some fun before the night was over.

You found your way upstairs, where for some inexplicable reason Kendall had built a replica of his childhood treehouse. The inside was bustling with people yet the two buff men outside wouldn’t let you enter without an armband. Dejected, you started to turn away, when you heard Kendall’s voice from above.

“Hey! Let her through, she’s cool!”

He was pointing right at you with a grin. The guards moved aside, letting you in.

Upstairs, Kendall greeted you with a hug.

“Nice treehouse,” you said.

“Thanks. It’s pretty infantile, right? Sort of the vibe I was going for.”

“Definitely. You nailed it.”

“Hey, I need a favor while you’re here. See that guy over there?”

He nodded over his shoulder to a tall blonde Scandinavian-looking man slouching alone in a plush leather chair.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Lukas Matsson. He’s pretty disgruntled and I need someone to keep him from wandering. I can’t do it anymore, I need to mingle. Also, Roman cannot know he’s here.”

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me when my numbers are gay

I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader

Rating: T, shockingly

Notes: Hey look it's that Kendall Valentine's oneshot I mentioned. Title from the Walk the Moon song Headphones. Written today and not beta-read, shocker, I know. also lolololol posted it to the wrong account the first time

Warnings: Cursing; Roman being a little shit; mostly fluff; potential power imbalance

Summary: This is where Kendall feels a little…Conflicted. He could hold out for whenever your birthday is, but your headphones seem to be on their last legs. And if he’s being totally honest, he’s been considering asking you out. Valentine’s is just a few days away. He could…Give them to you, ask you for a drink then? Or would you feel obligated because he’s the boss and he’s giving you a gift? 

GIF by jeremystrongs

He sort of admires your loyalty to your old pair. You’ve clearly had them for longer than they’re meant to be kept. You use them every time you're listening in on a meeting, or if you're head-down to get some work done. When you're finished, you always lift the headphones off of your ears with tender reverence, setting them aside and plugging them in to charge immediately (for as long as you must’ve had them, he’s certain the battery must be on its last legs). Then you always reach up, brushing little black flecks of flaked padding away from your ears before you duck your head back, inspecting your collar and shoulders for any little bits that may have escaped your notice. 

 Look, he gets it. Kendall’s a headphone guy.

Bachelorette | Roman Roy x Reader

Plot: People wanted you, your money and your name. Sometimes it’s hard to see who truly wants you for you…but sometimes you have to read between the lines.

Pairing: Roman Roy x Reader

Warnings: mention of like a little bit of blood, cigarettes and humiliation but also fluff

You were wanted. Badly. You tried your best to tell yourself that they wanted you for you- that all those elderly men were interested in you for your brain. For your Harvard degree and your excessive knowledge of art, wine and literature. But then you saw how they looked at you when they introduced you to their sons. How they looked at you as if they were a bunch of blood-hungry sharks. They didn’t want you, they wanted your name- your inheritance. Your last name.

“This is a shit show.”, a voice next to you says and without having to look in it’s direction you chuckled dryly. “It’s like I’m being served on a silver platter.”, you say through gritted teeth while keeping a fake smile on your lips. “I feel like I’m on the bachelorette, but instead of getting a rose, the big prize is that I’m getting to be a part of another superficial elite family. As if my own isn’t enough drama.”, Roman Roy takes a sip of his wine as he rolls his eyes.

“By the way.”, you begin and look at your childhood best friend:” Why are you here? No offense, but I thought that your father would maybe send Kendall instead of you.” Roman takes a deep breath while taking another glass of champagne from the waiter. “No offense, but considering how this is probably going to end up like some weird remake of the hunger games and you all are going to have to kill each other- I don’t know, I wouldn’t put my money on your fighting abilities.”

“You’re a real bitch.”, Roman simply says:” And I- hey, hey. What do you think you are doing?” A young man in a 4000 dollar Gucci suit widens his eyes and stops in his tracks, he had previously made his way towards you but is now contemplating his move. “M-Me?”, he asks and points towards himself, hoping it wasn’t. “Yes, of course, I mean you- you fucker. By the way, that stupid suit looks way too big on your shitty body. Looks like you’re playing dress-up with your father's clothing. Get lost.”

Roman steps forward and clears his throat:” Attention rich people! If anyone wants this petty piece of ass.”, he points at you:” Over my dead body.” He turns back to face you:” I have been friends with you for how long now? Two decades? And now I’m not going to get your money? I think I have earned my place in this arranged marriage.” A chuckle leaves your lips.

You have known the Roy Family practically since you were born. Your own father and Logan Roy have been childhood friends and had big houses right next to each other in the Hamptons. You grew up right next to the Roy Siblings, and even if their father tried to hide the emotional abuse he put them through…you knew. All of that happened to make Roman Roy your childhood best friend. In the beginning, your parents used to make jokes about how the two of you would probably eventuality get married. But when Roman started to slowly drift away into the “asshole”- lane , your parents began to hate the idea of you two.

“Did anyone catch your eyes yet?”, Your father asks as he pulls you into a hug, but you shake only your head. “No.”, you answer:”I don’t know, they’re just now what i’m looking for.” The older man sighs:”Well, you might have to hurry up a little bit…You’re not getting younger after all.” And without waiting for your reaction, he walks away to greet another guest.

You were wanted, but just not for you. “Oh, fuck.”, Roman says and his eyes follow your father:”Don’t listen to him. He sucks. Just like my dad.” You simply shake your head, trying your best to not show how badly your dad’s comment had hurt you. “You know what, I’m going to catch some fresh air.”, you clear your throat and walk over to the balcony. Roman watches you leave before he quickly chugs down the champagne.

You take another deep breath while you stare over the skyline of New York. It’s a beautiful city, but you can’t help but feel lonely. “Yeah, okay. Let go. Yeah, right. I was going to leave anyway”, a voice from below says and when you look down you spot Roman. You furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t touch me.”

The Roy sibling shakes the security guard off of him before he straightens his jacket. “Roman!”, you shout and he looks up at you. “What are you doing down there?”, you laugh, confusion audible in your voice:”Are you leaving already?” He nods his head:”Yeah. I’ll call you, okay?”

When you return back to the living room you see your father sitting on the barstool. He holds a tissue against his nose. But judging by the red spots on his shirt, he’s a bit too late with that. “What happened?”, You asks, while quickly walking over to him. “He got punched in the face.” “By whom?” “This Roy sibling.” Your eyes widen in realization and you bite your lip as you try your best not to smile. He did that for you.

Without waiting another second you turn around and leave the apartment. “In which way did he go?!”, you ask as you meet the body guard outside. “Who?”

“The tiny man.”, you answer:”Black jacket, gelled hair!” The body guard nods and points into a certain direction. “Thank you!”

Roman who is walking out of a bodega sighs as he lights up a zigarette. He turns his head when he hears how someone calls his name.

“Your daughter is beautiful.”, Roman said, and Y/N’s father turned around. “Yes, she is.” “Then why do you have to be such an asshole?”.

Your father chuckled dryly:”Is this about the comment I made about her earlier? It isn’t something she doesn’t know already.” And without even hesitating for one second, Roman took a step back before slapping your father across the face. He stumbled back and a surprised murmur went through the room. A couple of men were pushing Roman to the side, before helping Y/N’s father take a seat.

“Get him out of here!”, he simply said and two tall men walk towards the Roy brother.

“Just so you suckers know!”, Roman said, as he is dragged out of the room and towards the front door:”No one will ever be good enough for her! Not one of you fucking fuckers!”

“Roman!”, Y/N says as she reaches him, she holds onto his upper arm to catch her breath. “Did you leave your own party for me?”, he asks, chuckling softly:”That’s pretty rude, you know.” You take the cigarette out of his hand and bring it to your lips. “Well.”, you say:”At the end, you earned your place in this arranged marriage. Haven’t you?”