aaron is gonna see rob be all sweet and cutesy with harry in the cafe and I bet it’s gonna bring all the seb feels back 😭 I can already see the smiles and the longing heart eyes omg
and then he’ll go from that to hearing john come back talking about how robert is aggressive and shouting at harry and aaron is going to genuinely be like ? he wouldn’t do that? not the robert I know!
[ID: President Trump is demanding that his new ballroom now be built after the shooting tonight at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, which he says is an unsecured building.
Trump says the military is demanding it for security reasons.
“They wanted the ballroom for 150 years.” pic.twitter.com/OcjpupmMFw
Summary: Roman and you have been dating for awhile. You got some horrible mail while he’s away....could this be the end?
⚠️ Warning⚠️ most voilent torture scene to date, mentions of blood, some of Roman’s dark humor, language and some fluff.
“Look at my babygirl fast at work.”
You had retreated back to your studio when he went to take a few more phone calls before leaving.
Turning, you smiled at him. You put your pencil down and went over to where he leaned in the door way.
“So what will you be up to while Daddy goes out?”
“Finish this project, then I might go downstairs for a bite to eat...maybe have a drink then come back up and wait for your return.”
“I like the sound of that. I will try and back in time for that drink.”
“I’d like that.” You smiled sweetly at him.
Roman, looked down at his phone. “Car’s here. Time for me to correct the situation.” He pulled you close. “He tapped his cheek. Give me a kiss.”
You went up on your tip toes and gave him.
“That’s my babygirl.”
****
“Victor, this specular! You got them all!” He gave a wooo of joy as he walked into the warehouse. “Are we having a good time?”
The men grunted and wiggled on their ropes.
“So who is the one who had the genius idea of following me around taking photos of me? Then sending those rather dated shots to my girl?”
Only one of the three stopped moving. He knew by then it must be him or at the very least he knew why.
He went over to him pulling him by his hair he ripped the tape off his mouth. “Please don’t kill me.” He begged.
“So I am curious, have you really been watching me since the days of whoever that bimbo was?”
He nodded. “Our boss, wanted to size you up. Find out as much as he could about you.”
“Call me old fashioned, but I relish...relish loyalty in all facets of my life. And what you did by sending those photos made me look like an asshole.” He breathed. Anger rushed through his veins. “You made my girl cry. No one gets away with fucking making my girl, cry!” Still holding him with one hand he took out his knife with the other, the blade shone.
“Please, please don’t I have a girl.” He became a blubbering mess. “She’ll cry.”
“She should have picked another man.”
He brought up the blade, beginning to slice the scream began. Blood went everywhere.
“Damn, he’a a gusher.” His gloved were soaked through.
He handed Victor the face. “I don’t care for it, just dispose of it with everything else. He smiled broadly, “Who’s next?”
He skipped the man in the middle.
“So tell me how is what you guys did good for business?” The man just cried and shook. “Why so quiet?” He shook his head. “You wouldn’t shut up when I was in Metropolis.” His brow furrowed. “You three are supposed to be some pretty bad guys. Some of the worst and all you are doing is crying. Fuck!” He screamed.
He slapped the guy hard in the face, then he back handed him. He quieted. “Ah that’s better.” He took off the tape. “So tell me did Lex, think he’d get a better fucking percentage?”
“Yes.” He managed to say.
“I don’t fucking renegotiate, especially after trying to ruin my name and my relationship.”
He slammed his knife into the guy’s throat and pulled up towards his chin. His tongue fell out the screams turned to gurgles. “I guess he’s finally at a loss for words. Victor finish him.”
He finally came to the guy in the middle, he took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped off his knife. He smiled at him. “You’re in luck, I’m bored.”
He went up behind him and untied his hands.
“Tell Lex Luther, I have no more fucking time for him. I better not see him here in my fucking city.”
“You’re going to let me go?”
Roman, nodded. “Because I’m bored.” He shrugged. “Yeah, I mean this did send a pretty big fucking message.”
He then held up a finger as if remembering something. “I almost forgot!”
“Open up!” He stuffed the handkerchief in his mouth. He took one hand and on his palm carved, RS then he did the same for the other palm. “Now your boss will know now to fuck with Roman Sionis!”
He took the handkerchief from his mouth and stuffed it back into the man’s suit jacket pocket.
He looked at Victor, “Drop him and the others at Lex Corp.”
“Meet me back at the Black Mask.”
On the way out he shed his gloves, giving a wooo of joy he spun around. That had gone incredibly well.
When he came out his driver’s eyes, widened.
“Fuck, do I look that bad “
He looked at his reflection in the window of the door.
“Fuck! Alright spread some shower curtain on the back seat and bring me to the ally way entrance. After you drop me off burn the shower curtains and get the car detailed.”
“Yes, sir.”
*****
The hot water felt particularly good. But what he really wanted was to enjoy a cocktail with you. Sighing and rolling his shoulders, turning off the water he stepped out. He gave himself a rub down, then wrapped the towel around his hips. He brushed his teeth and splashed some aftershave on. He had begun to began to comb his brown strands when he watched two arms wrap around his waist just above the towel. “Hi baby.”
He felt a soft kiss being pressed against the middle of his back. It made him smile. “Were you still going to come down and have a drink with me?”
Your sparkling eyes, met his in the mirror.
“I was just getting cleaned up.”
“Good.” You came over and hopped up onto the marble. He knew that coy, playful looked. It always stirred something in him. “Have I told you lately how good I think you look in a towel?”
“No.” He smirked.
You smiled. “You look really good in a towel.”
He threw his head back laughing. He went over to where you sat on the counter. He cupped your face in his hands. “I took care of those men who made you cry.”
“Oh, Roman.” You put your hands over his. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Just tell me that you love me.”
“I love you.”
****
Roman, was looking exceptionally handsome as he maneuvered around the partying people.
You were so happy, when he came over to table you were sitting at, he offered a hand then twirled you to him. You gasped as he mid-twirl brought you right up against him. Easily you wrapped your arms around his throat. “Baby, kiss me.” And you did. Some who had been watching cheered.
He turned to the crowd, “Turn it up! Shots on the house.” Even more cheers broke out.
Once you two sat down, you did see some sour faces. There were some girls who wanted to be you. You couldn’t blames them, he was the handsomest man in Gotham.
A waiter came over with his two olive martini and your double cherry amaretto sour.
He held up his glass to you, “Y/N, you are my queen and no one will ever come between us. To our future.”
“And you’re my king, I will never let anyone come between us, to our future.”
Diagnosed with adult ADHD today, to my somewhat lack of surprise. Kind of a relief to be honest. Now I can start figuring out how to work with my brain, not against it. Wish me luck, y’all! Any and all advice welcome.
(Staying away from new meds until I see a specialist in December. ADHD & Bipolar is a super common combination, apparently, but I don’t want to add another medication while we’re already messing with the ones I’m on.)
