#the first part i was ready to accept

[justasimplesinner]

Boop

Roman Sionis x Reader

pt 2

Warnings: more swearing, more anger issues, smoking cigs, two dumb fucks trying to deal with feelings, me having no idea what’s going on at this point

Author’s note: guys this is it, i did it, and i’m not proud

also, i’ll be posting a character list and some requesting rules soon so yeah i got that going for me

@horror-flick-chick @rosionis   

          Sun was peaking out from behind the happy little clouds, birds were singing, streets bustling with life. Light filled the penthouse, and only glitter was missing for (Y/n) to feel like some fucking Disney princess. The whole situation did look like some Beauty and the Beast kind of bullshit anyways.

— God fucking dammit turn it off! — ah, so the Beauty has awakened!

— What? The sun? — she snorted, rolling her eyes and flicked the ash off her cigarette out of the window, the stink of the city flowing in along with the sunlight. She stole his sunglasses just to make him suffer and open the curtains.

She promised to make him pay for yesterday.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him perking up at her voice, surprised to see hear her of all people. And he scrunched up his face in this fucking way that made her want to rip it off and pickle it. It made her heart arythmia speak up or whatever the fuck it was that made her heart halt or speed up constantly around him.

— Rise and shine while it's still up. — she grumbled, tightening his robe around her form to shield her vampire-ish ass from the stinging, scorching rays of sunshine.

— And what do you want me to do, photosynthesis? — he hissed, falling back on the bed and covering his eyes with his forearm, armpit hair full on display. She could fucking braid it if she wanted to, honestly. Same with his chest. This gorilla of a man...

— Anything's better than flashing this morningwood to my sensitive eyes. — it's not her fault her eyes went there! It was very... prominent.

But Dear Lord, was this a blush she could see creeping up his neck? And was he squirming like a worm on the bed? This man was about to get fucking bullied.

— What in the-... — she observed his nose scrunching up violently as he tore himself away from the sheets and looked at her with that offended glare of his — For fuck's sake, stop smoking in my penthouse!

This man-child and his god damn tantrums...

— Shut the fuck up, it's probably healthier than all those fake motherfuckers sageing your house. — and she was probably right. She didn't believe for a second in this sage and essential oils bullshit, but Roman was all about clearing his soul and mind and had the cheek to invite her to some yoga or meditating or whatever the fuck that spiritual orgy was.

— It's also one way to kill yourself. — if she squinted really hard, he almost sounded like he cared. Ew.

— It's also one way to de-stress. — she hissed at him, her scowl practically permanent as she took another long drag, hating his surprised stare she felt burning into her back.

— You're stressed? — immediately, he dragged his ass out of bed and right up to the window, daring to steal his glasses from her face so he could actually see something.

— And you're not? — she countered sharply, feeling her heart hammer in her chest like it wanted to burst right out and hand itself to him on fine china. The idea of pushing him out of the open window seemed really tempting at the moment.

— Just give me the fucking cig.

The fucking hypocrite.

          It was his voice that interrupted their momentary silence. His voice that tore through her thoughts and woke her up from the daydream she fell into. His voice that destroyed the god damn peace she reached for once and her face immediately went back to it's usual scowl, muscles tightening again.

She could see he felt bad, to some extent at least. And fucking right he should feel bad.

— What are you doing here? — but he had to ask that question. He just had to. And had the gall to sound so fucking tired asking it. He really didn't remember shit, did he?

She regretted not skinning him in his sleep.

— You really got wasted yesterday, huh? — she snorted, sparing him a glance — I had to-...

He had the courage to interrupt her.

— I remember what happened. — that hiss made her whole head turn in his direction. Well, what the fuck did he want from her then? — Which is precisely why I'm asking what the fuck are you still doing here? — his fists and teeth clenched painfully, and he looked like a kicked puppy waiting for another blow. She'd gladly deliver...

If not for the god damn clenching in her chest. Just great, now she couldn't even breathe, let alone talk to him. Pathetic, that's all she was. Pathetic.

The second she turned her head away, she felt his vice-like grip on her shoulder, spinning her right back, trapping her there and it was hard to fight the urge to kick him in the nuts because she felt like a cornered animal. Why did she even fight? If there was one person who deserved to have his balls ripped off, it was him.

— The fuck you on about? — she finally hissed, a feeble attempt to save herself from this whole situation, defend her own pride and dignity from the horrible look he was sending her way. Why did he have to act so sincere all the time? Where was that fake-ass smile he flashed every night, that fake-ass laugh, that fake-ass mask? Why did she have to endure all this bullshit?

And then, he booped her. Booped. Her. On the nose. Sober.