#i feel like im going to fucking dall apart

[scarletttries]

I'm Being Really Brave About This (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader

Rating: Just fluff, one very loose reference to drugs

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: “Requests for Kendall 💕. I loved the last one! 🥰 "I love seeing you smile." "I'm never leaving... I promise."

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this Kendall request, I have a couple of Kendall pieces on the go at the moment and he's such a cute character to write for :) Let me know if you have any more requests for stories or headcanons with him!

I'm Being Really Brave About This

First thing in the morning you always check your phone, by now you know exactly what to expect from Kendall Roy, business man, insomniac and boyfriend extraordinaire. A reliable stream of 'Good Morning Beautiful','Have the best day babe', 'I'm already so fucking excited to see you later.' Always sent at 6:58, two minutes before your morning alarm so you'd never fail to wake up to a sweet reminder that Kendall was thinking of you. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen this morning, you smiled at his name at the top of your screen, but your text this morning was a bit rougher around the edges than usual;

"Hey, do you feel okay today? Because I feel like crap. Like a literal dumpster filled with garbage and bodily fluids. So I hope you are okay <3"

You couldn't help but laugh at Kendall's way with words as you took a quick inventory of yourself; no headache, no stuffy nose, no sore throat - you were good to go. You quickly rang him back as you started your morning routine, taken aback but the weak, congested voice that answered.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" Kendall asked nervously between sniffs, sounding the absolute picture of pathetic, your heart breaking at the thought of him shuffling around his office with a pocket full of used tissues.

"Hey Kendall, I feel fine, how are you? Are you at work?" You responded softly, listening to him breathe a sigh of relief that you weren't feeling as awful as him,

"That's good, I'm glad you're okay. I just feeling really fucking terrible, I think Iverson had something at the weekend and now it's trying to dissolve me completely from the inside out. So I'm staying at home, I figured one sneeze of this bullshit would be enough to kill half the Roys and if I'm gonna kill my dad I want to do it in a less pathetic way." You laughed at his dramatics as he listed all of his symptoms to you while you got ready for work, knowing he'd be feeling particularly lonely while he moped around his apartment on his own all day. Eventually you had to cut him off as he listed which of his family members he thought would and wouldn't survive the seemingly bloodline-ending cold he had.

"I've got to head out for work now 'Dall, but keep in touch today and let me know if you need anything and I'll come see you straight after work okay?" You heard the slight note of disappointment in his deflated tone as he replied,

"Yeah yeah, of course, go to work, you fucking boss badass and i'll see you later, don't worry about me." He quickly hung up, trying to hide the sinking feeling creeping inside of him that he wouldn't be able to spend all day talking to you like wishes he could. You felt bad for not being able to be there for him all day, but you had things you needed to get sorted and you knew he'd still be exactly where you left him when you finished for the day.

***

Throughout your shift your phone was vibrating in your pocket with constant updates from Kendall, clearly struggling with being left alone and feeling particularly sorry for himself.

"Made myself a cup of tea #Im Being Really Brave About This."

"Walked from the bedroom to the living room #unstoppable."

You snuck a glimpse at the latest message in a quiet moment only to see it was just a picture of Kendall wrapped in his duvet, sat on the sofa, followed quickly by "This could be us, but you're working." It took all your self control not to burst into laughter at his steady stream of consciousness, trying to send loving replies between meetings and inventory, getting your work wrapped up as quickly as possible so you could make your way to Kendall's apartment.

***

By the time you walked through the door, Kendall had crawled back into his bedroom, still cocooned in his duvet like a sad little dumpling. Kendall was always very comfortable being vulnerable with you, craving the nurturing kindness you showed him having been so deprived of it early in life, but seeing him looking so downtrodden still made your heart ache. His eyes slowly trailed off his screen as you stepped through the doorway, lighting up as they met yours, clearly the only thing he'd been waiting for all day.

"Hey! You got here early!" He said excitedly, spreading his arms out wide to welcome you into his blanketed embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, willing to risk the possibility of catching his cold if it meant you didn't have to reject his desperate hug.

"I got here as soon as I could, and I really appreciate you keeping me updated today. How are you feeling now love?" You cooed softly, settling on the bed next to him and gently running the back of your hand over his forehead.

"Better now that you're here." He let out quietly, smiling, resting his head on your shoulder. "But still fucking terrible. And I 've been so bored, and this place has a fucking hundred rooms and nothing cool to do, and my nose is so stuffy that I thought about having Greg fetch me some more park cocaine to just blow my nose clean off, but you should be very proud of me because I just took cold medicine instead like a loser." He nodded firmly, like it was the most sensible sentence in the world, watching the corners of your mouth turn upwards as you kissed his clammy forehead,

"I'm very proud of you Kendall." You praised , sincere in your sentiment despite the giggle creeping through your lips.

"I love seeing you smile." He returned softly, repositioning his quilt so he could share it with you, eyes fixed to your warm expression.

"Well you're very good at making me smile, so that's lucky." You retorted, cupping his face softly in your hands to place a gentle kiss on the bridge of his flushed nose.

"I probably am the funniest man alive." He pondered out loud, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you backwards onto the bed to lay beside him. He tilted his head so your faces were barely an inch apart, adding seriously,

"But if I don't make it through this cold, I want to you to know that after a respectful mourning period of like ten fucking years, you have my blessing to get re-married. I want you to be happy, and go on without me, even though it will be a terrible life devoid of all joy and laughter." You burst out laughing at his monotone delivery of his last will and testament,

"Kendall you just have a cold, I think you'll live. Also we're not married?" You reminded him, wondering just how much cough syrup he'd got through today, as his brow furrowed.

"Oh shit, that's my bad, I'll fix that soon, just let me take a nap first." He mumbled, nuzzling his face against your now blushing cheek, wondering if he'd remember that promise when he was back to full health.

"Okay 'Dall, do you want me to get you anything?" you asked softly, running your fingers slowly through his hair as his limbs relaxed around you.

"Please could you just stay? Like forever." His eyes were wide and bright as he looked up at you like you were the cure to all his afflictions, silently pleading for your reassurance.

"I'm never leaving... I promise." Kendall beamed at your promise, the most sincere smile he could remember giving anyone for a long time, as he drifted off in your arms, knowing in his heart you'd be there for him when he woke up, and everyday afterwards.

#one shot #writing #fanfiction #requests #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #succession hbo #succession

[conspicuouscephalopod]

Alright, this post is gonna take place over the course of several minutes as i once again try to hold it while keeping my legs apart and not squirming.

Here we go. Doing pretty good so far, just now hitting. Pretty big wave

I feel like im gonna leak any second now. Im still not squirming at all. Whew, just got whole body shivers.

Its getting, uh, really really bad. Legs are twitching but im still not squirming

I think ive gotten into a groove. Im still going strong. Im getting some waves here and there but im still holding

Im gonna stop omce i leak. Its bmdndhdb ohhh god

Still holding, no leak but oh my god im so close rn

FUCK

It feels. So tight. So sore. Oh my god this is incredible

ITS ONLY BEEN A MINUTE AND A HLF???

Nopw mopw ok. Didnt leak but i was about to. Gonna hav ego dall this one off soon. FUCK ok

Haaaahh. Oh my god. Ok ive regained control. That was one of the hottest things ive done. Holy shit. Why dont i do these more often???

#bladder control #omorashi #pee holding #piss kink

[javajowgie]

fuck it, WIP preview because im so slow churning out content these days

a/b/o Sebastian-is-a-therapist au

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Angelina gently rapped on the door after checking her notes for the millionth time to make sure they were in the right place. She would die of embarrassment if she was at the wrong apartment.

The fine oak door opened and they were both greeted with a small smile. “Ah, you must be Angelina Dalles,” the man said, then looking down at her side. “And Ciel, I presume?” The man’s scent hit him in the face like a train-- dark, musky, a little spicy. An alpha. He took in a deep breath, his nose crinkling as he tried to ignore it. He didn’t like people that spoke too properly, either. It gave him a funny feeling down his spine, and the man’s English accent didn’t help.

A giant smile spread across Aunt Angelina’s face. “Yes, good evening.”

“Please, come in.”

The doctor himself was an unassuming man. Maybe thirty five. Tall and lean and dressed like a boring college philosophy professor; sweater with a dress shirt and tie underneath, nice jeans, and polished, rather expensive-looking Brogues. He had jet-black hair that perfectly framed his high cheekbones and thin reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Ciel couldn’t help but imagine his thin-lipped smile was fake as fuck.

Hands behind his back, the doctor led them into his apartment. Ciel kept his silence as he observed the trappings of the apartment; he had learned to scan a room he didn’t know. See potential dangers and exits, gauge personality, in case anything went wrong.

Nothing was particularly staggering about the living space. But it was… odd. It was a relatively large apartment, at least compared to others he’d seen. It had an open floor plan, big windows to let light in. A decent view of the city. The living room consisted of two leather couches facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, a big TV over one of them. A bubbling fish tank near the window. Stairs to the right of the spacious kitchen led to a loft bedroom.

But there was something weird that made Ciel’s stomach churn more than being in an apartment-turned-doctor’s-office.

Taxidermy.

Shelves and display cases of different small birds. Some in domes on perches with dried flowers. One case even had a few skulls in them. A look into the kitchen revealed a tiny bluebird, pinned and spread on the marble counter, ready to be mounted.

Morbid son of a bitch.

Angelina spoke up and nearly startled Ciel. “Be good, okay? And, um… I’ll see you at six,” she said, taking her hands from Ciel’s shoulders. She adjusted her purse from over her shoulder and extended a hand to Dr. Michaelis. “Good luck, doctor. I hope we make progress.”

The doctor smiled politely at her and took her hand in a firm shake. “And I, as well. We’ll see you soon.”

“Wait,” Ciel said, turning to his aunt. “You’re not staying?”

“Of course not. I have a date, and you have shit to talk about.”

Ciel didn’t dare argue. Once Angelina said her farewell, and the door shut behind her, Sebastian turned to the teenager awkwardly standing in his living room, hands in his pockets. The boy eyed him as he strode across the room, brows narrowed and suspicious. “Thirsty?” Sebastian asked, “Water, soda, or anything?”

Ciel refused to reply, only watched the doctor reach into his fridge for his own can of Coke.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just pick one.”

Ciel’s throat was scratchy. “Uh… I like Fanta.”

“Fanta it is, then.”

The man retrieved what was asked for and made his way back into the living room, setting their drinks on two coasters that looked like orange geode slices. He sat down on the couch opposite Ciel, crossing his legs and looking up at his patient. “Sit, Ciel. Please. Let’s get started.”

Ciel swallowed hard, the saliva in his throat going down like molasses. He balled his hands up into fists beneath his too-big flannel sweatshirt and sat down, cracking his can open in deafening silence besides the gentle bubble of the fish tank in the room.

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#java babbles #java writes #WIP #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #fanfiction

[torifm]

INTRODUCING...

━♡ guess the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD AUGUST baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because VICTORIA “TORI” CARTER is just as SULTRY as the month of AUGUST. wait, why do they remind me of ZENDAYA COLEMAN? beyond that, they seemed MAGNETIC & ADVENTUROUS upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of OBSESSIVE & IMPULSIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX #3 / APARTMENT #4 / FLOOR #3 ; SHE seems to have a lot going on with HER job as DANCER.

LINKS: about / visage / muse / inbox 

BIO

tw; cheating, power dynamics in rships

she’s a leo, that’s it, that’s the bio 

desperate for love and attention always, can’t get enough of it

blame it on being a surprise baby for parents who were older and had made peace with never having children

they were both professors in manhattan -- her father taught mathematics at columbia and her mother a general surgeon with nyu’s teaching hospital

they had hoped their child would be similarly studios and academia inclined

ofc tori turned out to be a wild child

very bright and deeply intelligent....if she managed to do her homework

her parents put her in ballet by the time she reached middle school in the hopes that it would become a hobby that would teach her discipline and focus

but those are two words tori has never known, instead ballet unlocked a passion she hadn’t known existed

she doesn’t feel so empty and wanting when she’s on a stage

her parents refuse to fund her joining an academy after college unless she also takes college classes

she never does well in them, ballet is her focus (though she’ll take classes for contemporary and hip hop for fun and indulges a bit much in partying shhh), but scrapes by with enough passing grades to graduate from nyu with a degree in communications at 21

but tori is far more excited to be joining the corps of the new york ballet

it’s competitive, and hurtful, but she feels much better with spotlights and stage makeup than she ever has in an office setting

tori falls hard for the things she loves but it was the principal male lead who’d noticed her first

she’d preened under his attention, believed him when he told her how beautifully she danced, felt important when she felt the weight of his gaze

the affair is carried out in secret in practice rooms after the cleaners have left, in costume closets right before his solos, in club bathrooms during afterparties

he’d mentioned a partner before, but it’s not until he’s announcing his engagement that tori realizes he never broke up with his girlfriend

tori throws up in the locker rooms when she realizes she’s the other woman

all of a sudden, she’s being cold shouldered -- which she could have handled -- until it bleeds into work, she gets pushed to the back, auditions for solos no longer taken seriously

it’s mortifying and shameful and since her parents have never been particularly supportive of these dreams, tori decides to run

the choreographer from her hip hop studio can tell she needs something new and different from anything she’s ever known

he’s got collab work with some international entertainment industries, offers her a place as a background dancer in his company

and that’s how she ends up in seoul at 24

it’s bright, the food is yummy, and she’s still dancing even if it’s not what she’d imagined for herself

so that’s tori, the disgraced ex-ballerina but forever bad girl (cue mia) 

CONNECTIONS

language tutor -- pls help her order good food and drink, she’s desperate

hook up -- tori’s messy enough to have hooked up with someone the night she arrived and assume she’d never see them again....except they live in dall yeog fuck

neighbors -- is it annoying how often she knocks to borrow coffee? or that she accidentally killed your plant when you asked her to water it while on a trip? she’s so sorry she’s not good at this stuff, but she’s TRYING

colleagues -- could potentially work with anyone somewhat related to entertainment industries

clubbers -- she loves a good party and she loves to dance, the best person to go out with 

whatever else we come up with!

PLOT

tumblr im: @torifm

discord: pashmina#9845

feel free to like/comment and i’ll come bug you for plots!

#dallyeog:intro #— ❛❛ // TORI ¦ stilettos and broken bottles; spinning around in dizzy circles ・ 「 about ! 」