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fuck you (roman godfrey x reader)
WARNINGS: 18+, angry sex, oral sex, extremely foul language, angst, toxic relationship, accidental creampie, reader should run
summary: being in a relationship with Roman Godfrey has its perks, but is he really telling the truth?
word count: 5,304
a/n: this is part 2 of long legs (link here), enjoy!! wrote this over a span of three hours because this idea has been stuck in my head lol
I didn’t take Roman for a liar until recently.
Because up until now, everything had been perfect these past few months; I’d spend every Saturday at his place, sleeping next to him, having breakfast with him, and then taking our routine stroll through Clifford Park just for the shits and giggles. I loved that more than anything in the world— At one point, I had to stand on the look-out for park patrols, holding my laugh while he etched our initials into the lamp we had stood beneath that night we became official.
Our time together had been incredible so far. He had taken me out on elaborate dinners, and then refused to let me get out of bed the next morning before twelve because of his new ‘closeness-rule’; “I’m not detaching from you until noon,”
And who was I to say no? Especially not when it felt this good.
Now that I had his undivided attention, was the centre of all his affection and his designated person to call at midnight, I felt like I was floating.
Up until last week.
Roman had showed up on my front door with his signature smirk to pick me up for dinner, dressed in his classic Armani suit, hair styled back. “Ready to go?”
I couldn’t help but smile, getting up on my tippy-toes to kiss his cheek— I was always so damn happy to see him. “Yeah, I just have to grab my shoes. Come in,”
A soft blush became apparent in Roman’s cheeks, stepping into my apartment as I disappeared back into my room. “The place is right around the corner, so don’t stress,”
“Yeah, I know!” I said from the other room, rummaging through my collection of shoes. “We could stay at my place tonight, actually, so we don’t have to grab a cab to yours! Thoughts?”
Roman hummed, leaning against the wall in the hallway. Something told me he wasn’t so into that idea.
I stopped in my tracks, grabbing a pair of shoes before I came back out. "... No?”
Roman ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a slight chuckle. “I don’t know, I just… I like my bed,”
I couldn’t help but feel confused, but I brushed it off— maybe this was just a Roman quirk I hadn’t seen yet? It was probably not that deep. Right? Shrugging, I put on my shoes, grabbing my keys and my purse on the dresser. “Alright...? Cab fare’s on you, then, because I lent the rest of my spare cash to a friend earlier—“
In a swift motion, Roman snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him as I yelped in surprise. He let out a warm chuckle at the look on my face, leaning down to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. “Either we get going now, or I eat you for dinner. I’m fucking starving,”
Giggling, I pulled him in for another kiss. “Fine. I’ll be dessert, then,”
Roman let out a satisfied sigh against my lips, excitement shimmering in his green eyes as he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the apartment.
However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something weird was going on. As he led me through the restaurant with a hand on my back, I realized this was the moment where the wheel in my head had started to turn. Even as we sat down to eat, the question of why he didn’t want to stay over at my place started gnawing at me.
I had all my things at my place— My makeup, my shampoo against frizz, my clothes. I always had to walk around with my stuff if I was planning to sleep over at Roman’s place, feeling a bit like a nomad because... he hadn’t given me a drawer at his place yet.
The mind-wheel continued to turn; why hadn’t he offered me a drawer? We had been official for months. For a man that was so damn adamant about being okay with a committed relationship, the more I thought about it, the more I started to see the cracks in the facade. Was he inadvertently telling me he didn't want to be in a commitment anymore?
Roman’s voice brought me back to reality; “What?”
Fuck. Had I been so swept up in my thoughts? “Pardon?”
“You’re not saying anything,” he said, putting his elbows on the table as he leaned forward. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
This is where my guilt started gnawing at me as well. Why was I even thinking these thoughts about the sweetest boyfriend I had ever had? “Oh, nothing, just...” And suddenly, it dawned on me that there was one thing that would ease my mind about this issue; “Just wondering if you’d want to meet my friends soon. I’ve met some of yours, but you’ve never met any of mine.”
Roman’s eyes widened slightly— I wouldn’t have caught it if I wasn’t watching his reaction like a hawk. With a chuckle, he pulled away from the table, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the cutlery once more; “I’ve met your friends,”
“Only in passing,” I mumbled, reaching out for my glass of water. “I’d like them to know the man I’ve been talking about for months. And I think you’d like them.”
Roman nodded, turning rather quiet. Something about it made my pulse quicken.
“Okay,” he eventually said. “I’ll meet your girls.”
I let out a shaky breath of relief, sipping my water with a bright smile on my face. Maybe I was just overthinking this, as always? “What do you say about next week?”
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And next week rolled along— today was the day. I had told my girls that Roman said yes to meeting them at our favourite bar downtown, and I was now checking my makeup in the elevator up to his penthouse. I couldn’t wait for them to finally get to know the man I was so crazy about, because honestly? I was dead tired of having to defend our relationship to them.
And I also didn’t like that it was starting to sound like they were right about him all along.
As the elevator doors opened and I knocked at the entrance, I held back a jump of excitement— I couldn’t wait. However, my excitement quickly died down when Roman opened the door, dressed in…
A white t-shirt and his pyjama pants?
At first, I let out a short chuckle, leaning up to give him a kiss. “Rome, get dressed! Silly man,” I made my way past him, putting away my stuff on the dresser nearby. “We’re supposed to meet my friends in, like, twenty minutes!”
The sigh Roman let out had my heart dropping in seconds. “Yeah, about that...” Something about the dead expression on his face gave me a hint about his next words; “Is it okay if we take a rain check? I don’t really feel like going anywhere tonight.”
My smile fell. “... Are you serious?”
Roman shrugged, reaching out to pull me into a hug, leaning his head on top of mine. “Well, they’re your friends, I think they’ll be fine if you just show up,"
I didn’t hug him back— I stood still, holding back the urge to push him off of me. “But... you didn't even have work today,”
“So?” Roman kissed the top of my head, stroking through my hair. Was he perhaps hoping that the affection would dull my disappointment? “It’s been a bit of a lazy day, sure. Everyone needs those. But don’t let me stop you from having fun with your friends, you should go!”
I put my hands on his shoulders, prying him off of me. It felt as though my heart had sunk all the way down into my heels. “You... said you’d meet them,”
Had this been any other instance, I wouldn’t have cared— I’d have told him to stay in, that it was okay, but it was really bothering me now. Maybe Roman hadn’t changed after all? Had I deluded myself into thinking he had just for the sake of being with him?
“I know, but we can take it another time. Right?” With a sigh, Roman reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”
No— this was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you really asking me that?”
Roman didn’t even look confused, just... annoyed. “Yeah?”
I had to put a lot of energy into not letting my lower lip give in to a quiver. Standing in front of the man I loved, feeling shut down and upset, I finally let it out; “Do you know I don’t even have a key to your place?”
Roman furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting those words out of my mouth. “What does that have to do with anything?—"
“The one time I left a toothbrush here, you returned it to me!” I balled my fists, hating that this was making me feel like a whiny child. “You don’t want to sleep over at my place, you don’t want to meet my friends, and the one time we ran into your mother, you introduced me as your friend!” Saying it out loud only made it more clear to me. This was not okay, nor was it normal.
Roman’s eye twitched— it was obvious that he didn’t like to be confronted about this head-on. He shook his head, looking further annoyed and uncomfortable as his gaze wandered around the room, refusing to meet mine.
“The only thing that has changed, is that you’re no longer fucking those women with the ridiculously long legs!” I said, feeling my tears press up on me.
This was it for Roman— he groaned, turning to me with a rather angry look on his face; “What the fuck is up with you and your hang-up on the long legs?—“
“Because, Roman, those women were beautiful!” I cried, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “And maybe you’d let them keep their toothbrushes here, because maybe it would be easier for you to embrace someone you think is on your level!”
Seeing the stunned expression on his face, I angrily wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek, grabbing my stuff. I reached for the door, taking one last jab before making my leave; “I should’ve left with Peter when I had the chance,”
It was in this moment that Roman put his hand on the door, slamming it shut with all his might. The bang echoed through the apartment, making me jump and look back at him with wide eyes of shock; the look on his face made my heart threaten to beat out of my chest.
Roman’s breath came out in short, ragged motions, chest heaving with anger. The way his eyes widened with fury had me worried, and his lips shut tightly into a line as his jaw clenched— I had to take a step back. I should’ve known better than to provoke a man like this.
“If you need a key to know that I’m crazy about you, then I might have to rethink what I’m doing here with you,” he said, his words coming out like a low growl. “Are you that fucking insecure?”
“You make me insecure!” I let in a big heave of air, flailing my arms around as I tried to find the right words.
“Yeah?” Roman snarked. “Well, if I’m so fucking horrible, maybe you should go back to Peter! Go ahead!”
Had I not been so terrified, I would’ve cried all over again. “Fuck you,”
Roman’s eye twitched once more— “Fuck you, too,”
“Fuck you!” I couldn’t help but grow more and more agitated; I had never been this hurt in my life. “Fuck you and your snoring!”
Roman’s lips parted in confusion, quickly retaliating; “Oh, yeah? Fuck you and your incessant need to be late to everything!”
“Am not!” This was starting to make my blood boil. “Fuck you and your stupid suits!”
Roman seemed to be feeling the same; “Fuck you and your heels!”
“Fuck you and your hair!”
Somehow, I felt like this fight was shifting into something else.
“Yeah? Well, fuck you and your short fuck-me dresses!” Roman took a step away from the door, nearing me with dangerous steps. “That’s just not appropriate to wear in my fucking office!”
It didn’t take long until this had turned into a screaming match. “Fine, I will wear nothing but baggy jeans and enormous sweaters, even during the summer! Would that make you happy, asshole?”
Roman groaned; “You’re such a fucking bitch, do you know that?” he yelled, nearly hovering above me. “Of course it wouldn’t, you know that’s not what I meant!”
“What the fuck do you want me to wear, then?!—“
A beat. “What about nothing?”
It didn’t take long for the both of us to understand what was happening, our eyes widening at the same time as it dawned upon us. It also didn’t take long until I flung myself around his neck, our lips meeting in a fiery, angry kiss. Roman lifted me up in no time, my legs wrapping around him.
“Fuck you,” I breathed in between kisses, feeling my heart beat against his as he carried me further into the apartment.
“Will do,” he said, reaching his bedroom in no time with his long steps. Roman laid me down on the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of me.
I was still unbelievably angry at him— but somehow, those emotions had turned into flashes of passion. Something told me that our relationship wouldn’t last at this rate, and it only made me more desperate for him. With tears in both our eyes, we somehow managed to get out of our clothes in between hungry kisses, not wanting to be apart even for just a second.
I let out a tiny sob as he kissed down my stomach, feeling my anger simmer in my chest, raging through me like a storm. Roman was so damn infuriating, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him go. I really, really didn’t want to let him go— was this how we would end?
My back arched off the bed and I let out a soft gasp as I felt him lick a wet stripe up my sex; somehow, the pleasure was starting to feel like a relief from the tornado of feelings ravaging my insides. Feeling his tongue trace tight circles around my clit was way too damn overwhelming at this moment, making me want to cry out in more ways than one. “Rome—“ I breathed, feeling another sob bubble up in my chest.
However, it quickly died out as he sucked down on my clit, lapping me up, making me feel like I was on the brink of pure ecstasy.
Roman knew how to dull down my brain. He knew, and he knew it very well. Right now, that was more of a blessing than a curse.
“Rome, come back here,” I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his soft hair. “I can’t— I want you close.”
Roman hummed, his wet lips never leaving me as he made his way back up my body with kisses along my stomach, my chest, my collarbones and my neck. “Thought you hated me,”
I looked up at him, meeting his hard gaze as his lips hovered inches above mine. “Not fully,” I whispered, reaching forward to touch his face. Sometimes, it was hard to believe someone so beautiful could be real. “Only a little.” My hands traced his brows, the curve of his nose, the hollow of his cheeks, touching him as though he was made of glass.
And something about my softness seemed to affect Roman— his green eyes rounded out, looking down at me with an unintelligible emotion I hadn’t seen in him before. Leaning back down, he kissed me once more, no longer able to hold back.
With his chest pressed against mine like this, I couldn’t help but feel soothed from the absolute agony coursing through my veins. I was so, so scared that this would be it, that this night would determine whether or not we stayed together or not— and right now, I put away all our differences, all our hiccups, everything that was damn right infuriating about him, because at the end of the day... I loved this man.
And I hated myself for it.
I let out a gasp as he entered me, giving in to a sigh of relief against his lips. Nothing could ever top this feeling, nothing and no one could ever make me feel this good, and I knew it.
“Fuck you,” Roman whispered against my lips, his breathing further challenged by the feeling of being engulfed by my wet heat in this moment, rolling his hips against mine. “Fuck you for driving me crazy like this.”
Feeling his cock deep inside of me like this was enough to make me submit, my fingers going into his hair as I let out a shaky moan. “Fuck you, too,” I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him closer, feeling my breath hitch in my throat as his thrusts soon enough grew more rough.
Roman reached down to grab my hips, making me meet the harshness of his thrusts. It was clear that he wasn’t in the mood for being gentle— he wanted to take his anger out on me, and I was going to let him, whether I wanted to or not.
A deeper, darker part of me loved this. Loved this feeling of having no control, knowing I had no say in what he was doing whatsoever. I could only tighten my fist in his hair, holding on as he continuously thrust his cock deep into me, letting out a string of breathy curses and moans.
I could feel my legs getting sore as Roman suddenly said something that made my heart stop; “I love you,” he breathed, his grip on my hips tightening. “Stay with me.”
What? What was going on? I let out a cry, letting my body go limp to take his thrusts. My eyes widened as I realized that in this moment, I suddenly had power over our relationship, probably for the first time ever. I could decide whether or not I wanted to stay— he was begging me.
However, it was incredibly hard to make such an important decision when my legs were trembling and my whole lower body was in a state of the highest euphoric feeling on earth. “Liar,” I eventually said, my anger flaring up again at the memory of the events this past month. “You don’t love me, Rome... A-Aah—“
Angered, Roman pulled out of me without warning, flipping me over on my stomach. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me wince, as he used his other hand to prop me up to make it easier for him to enter me again. I let out another cry of both pleasure and anger, grabbing at the bedding beneath me as he spoke; “It’s you... For me, it’s only you... Shit,”
Roman let go of my hair, allowing my body to go limp beneath him. With the little power I had left, I instinctually moved my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more.
This was possibly the biggest mind-fuck I had ever been through, my brain shutting down as I felt his dick slide in and out of me continuously. My tears continued to press up on my eyes as I felt my orgasm building. “I loved you,” I breathed, feeling his hot, laboured breath against my shoulder and his hair brushing up against the crook of my neck. “I loved you, so, so much…”
It dawned on me that I really, truly did. I had loved him, but I couldn’t love him anymore.
As Roman grabbed my hips, somehow shifting the angle of his thrusts, I let out a cry as he brushed up against my sweet spot— this was enough to drive me over the edge, coming harder than I probably ever had before. I muffled my string of moans against the bedding beneath me, feeling a tear roll down my cheek, completely spent and overwhelmed.
It didn’t take long before Roman came as well, the harshness of his thrusts coming to a halt as he spilled into me. My eyes widened at the feeling— we’d been so swept up in the moment that we forgot about the condom. Fuck.
I heard Roman’s breath hitch as he pulled out of me, taking in the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of me.
It made me shudder— crap. I rolled over on my back, feeling how much my thighs and hips ached. It was a strange feeling, accompanying the satisfaction of post-coital rapture. I also couldn't piece together whether I liked the feeling of his cum seeping out of me or not. Had the relationship not been in this state, I probably would've found it rather... hot.
I watched Roman’s chest raise up and sink, his green eyes meeting mine. None of us knew what to say, the sound of our panting filling the room.
As everything started to dawn on me, I wiped away my remaining tears, sitting up in the bed despite knowing the cum might stain his sheets. Fuck the sheets. “I should go,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes anymore. “My friends are probably waiting...”
With a sigh, Roman shifted on the bed, laying down next to me. His fingers reached for my arm, hoping to pull me back down and into his embrace. “Stay,”
I looked back at him, unsure what to feel. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say; “No,”
Roman’s expression remained unchanged, possibly expecting that answer. “I’ll go with you, then,”
“No,” I got up, looking for my clothes that had been scattered somewhere on the floor. “I need to go the pharmacy, get a plan B, and then meet my friends. I don’t have time for you anymore.”
That was definitely something he hadn’t expected. Roman sat up, lips parted in confusion as he watched me get dressed; “What is that supposed to mean?”
I felt my lower lip tremble as I got hit with a newfound sense of clarity. “I’m not getting what I want in this relationship. This isn’t good for me. So until you get your priorities straight, I’m leaving you,” As I finished getting dressed, I turned to him. “Thanks for this, Rome... Have a good night.”
Leaving the bedroom with tears in my eyes, I did my best to hold back yet another sob. I quickly put my shoes on, not wanting to waste another second in his ridiculously big penthouse. I wiped away the mascara stains on my cheeks in the hallway mirror when Roman appeared, back in his clothes.
“Just... Let’s talk about this, okay? Let’s not make a rash decision,” he said, nearing me. “We can make this work. Give it some time.”
It was hard to look at him right now, especially when he looked this sexed-up. I didn’t even want to answer him, making my way to the door.
“Come on!” Roman was starting to sound more desperate, reaching out for my wrist. “This can work!—“
I turned around, my gaze hardening. It was so damn hard to resist him, and I needed to get my decision confirmed. “Say it again,” I said, knowing what would ensue.
Confused, Roman’s brows furrowed; “This can work...?”
“No,” This was it. This was the moment. “Tell me you love me, now that we’re not in bed. Mean it.”
Roman froze, and it was clear that his mind was working overtime. I held my breath, hoping that I would be proven wrong, that this was something we could overcome. However, with a shaky breath, Roman let go of my wrist, taking a step back. He lowered his head in newfound shame, giving me a silent approval to leave.
Sighing, I felt as though my heart had broken into a thousand tiny pieces. How was it possible that I had let him disappoint me over and over? “Thought so,” I took one last look at him, feeling a sob build in my throat. “Bye, Roman.”
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It had been a week since I had seen Roman, and it had been a week of pure agony. I hadn't stopped crying, having to take a week off of work, buying takeaway dinners every day because I didn't have the energy to get out of bed most of the time.
Agony. Pure agony.
Quite frankly, it made me feel ridiculous. I couldn't believe that I had let myself fall apart because of a man. But this wasn't an ordinary man— This was Roman. The previous-love-of-my-life Roman. Man-of-my-dreams Roman. How could I expect myself to be okay after a breakup like that?
Waking up on Saturday was even worse. The day I would usually have to follow his ridiculously cute 'closeness-rule'. The day we would take our stroll in the park.
However, a small voice in my head asked me; why can't you just do that yourself? And that was exactly how I ended up back in Clifford Park under that same lamp as usual. A small part of me hoped he would show up, but another part of me went into a tiny panic over that thought.
I stretched out my hand to let my fingers run over the cold metal where Roman had etched in our initials. In truth, I had found it quite stupid when he had suggested to do it— it was something kids did, teenagers, not grown adults? However, in this moment, I couldn't help but realize how romantic it was. That we were eternally etched onto something, a tiny memory of us and what we used to be.
The lamp was starting to feel like a tombstone for a beloved, and I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek, not necessarily loving the thought of crying in public. Forcing myself to leave, I lowered my head as I passed by a man with a rather familiar scent, trying not to think too much about it. But my curiosity got the best of me— I turned around, watching the man in the familiar coat turn back around. Had he looked at me too? Was that who I thought it was?
I immediately sped up. I shouldn't be here.
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Another week had almost passed, and I was starting to feel better. I had found out that the ache in my heart could easily be subsided by a glass of wine or a day out with my friends, but nothing could fill the hole Roman had left in my soul.
However, I had hoped that I would feel better about the whole ordeal at this point. Who needed a man that couldn't commit? Definitely not me.
... Definitely not.
It was a Friday now, and I had just gotten off of work. I was getting ready to leave for drinks with my friends once more, seeing as that was the best remedy. And when I heard a knock at my door, I opened it without a second thought— it was probably one of my girlfriends asking to borrow a pair of shoes, as always.
Meaning, when I saw who it was, I completely froze as my lips parted in shock.
There he was; Roman let out a shaky breath as he met my gaze. His hair wasn't styled, lying in soft waves over his forehead, and he had ditched his usual suits for a casual, formal look. Typical Roman— he couldn't even show up looking like a normal human being. Ever.
However, I wasn't about to complain. I held my breath, unsure what to say or do.
And suddenly, he spoke up; “Did you know I failed math class?”
I couldn’t help but let my jaw fall, giving him a look. "... What?” Is this really what he chose to say right now? It was definitely not what I had expected.
Roman shrugged, not meeting my gaze anymore. “I had to redo it over and over again, probably up to three times,” he mumbled, putting his hands into his pockets. "When it comes to important things, I usually fuck it up. Majorly. And it seems to apply with... this as well."
My knuckles were turning white by the sheer force I was holding onto the door. It felt as though I couldn't breathe, turning to stone.
"I'm also bad at sharing," Roman continued, looking up from the floor. "Really bad. And I'm sort of legally not allowed to give out spare keys to anyone, because of security reasons my company has put in place. So I'm sorry that it didn't cross my mind. But, wait, hold on—" He pulled one hand out of his pockets, reaching out his palm to me.
And there it was. A key. With a shaky hand, I took it into mine, trying not to pay too much attention to the feeling of his hand against mine after so much time apart.
Roman let out a relieved sigh, nodding to himself. "The thing about the toothbrush... Fuck, I've been thinking about it endlessly, and I see how it looks now. I genuinely thought you'd probably want it back, it didn't even hit me that you might've wanted a toothbrush at my place, and I have nothing against that. It's... cute, actually,"
I let go of the door with my other hand, putting the keys into my front pocket. I did my best to steady my breathing; I hadn't been this overwhelmed in a while. "Roman, I didn't expect you here—"
"—And the thing about my mother," Roman was practically rambling on at this point. Was he nervous? "She's insane. I don't introduce her to anyone, actually. If she found out we were dating, she'd probably put you through hell and back to see if you'd be the right fit for the 'future of the company', as she says. I wanted to spare you. So, again, sorry. Should've cleared that up."
Another shaky breath escaped me, not knowing what to say.
Roman nodded to himself, glancing around the hallway to check that we were still alone. "And... I freaked out about meeting your friends. I have an inkling that they hate me, which they sort of have all the right to do,"
"Oh, Roman," I took a step forward, mostly out of pure habit. I had to stop myself from reaching up to his face and stroke through his hair. "Why didn't you just... tell me?"
Roman shrugged, looking rather embarrassed. "You didn't tell me that it bothered you,"
I sighed— he was right. "I'm getting a deja vu. I thought we were supposed to better at communicating, now,"
"I know," Without being invited in, Roman stepped into my apartment, checking it out. It was so typical of him to assume that he would be welcome despite our fight, but I couldn't help but find it sort of... attractive. Arrogant man. I closed the door behind us as I watched him, crossing my arms over my chest. It looked like he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon, sticking out his hand to bump the lamp on my ceiling as though he was bored; "Did I ever tell you I love this place?"
Grimacing, I rolled my eyes. The time he didn't want to stay over at my place was still lingering in the back of my mind. "As if,"
"No, I do," He turned to me, a tiny hint of his signature smirk appearing on his lips. "It's just that your bed is ridiculously tiny. Did you ever notice that I'm longer than your bed?"
I scoured my brain for that information, flustered. How was it possible for someone to be so charming? Giving up, I shook my head and admitted defeat. I wasn't going to win this mental battle against myself, and I knew it. I wanted him here, whether I admitted to it or not.
Allowing his smirk to grow, Roman's green eyes shimmered with hope. "It seems this will take a while.... Looks like I might have to spend the night,"
I bit back a smile— bastard.
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#succession#successionedit#my delusional ass thinking theres something still there and they are going to still work together and run it to fuck#im not crying you are#she is so worried abut him#im just#why#was waiting for a heart to heart or something#anything#romangerri#roman x gerri#gerri x roman#roman roy#gerri kellman#j smith cameron#kieran culkin#my heart#the saddest#gif#gifs#gifset#4x9#4x3
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The Rescue Corps members and what dog they're named after!!
#i was gonna put the japanese romanization but like. their names in japanese are just the dog breeds#like yonny is straight up just papillon#gay ass name if you ask me idk why they didnt keep it#pikmin 4#pikmin 4 spoilers#pikmin spoilers
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Stricklake month 24 : Shipwrecked/Resort
I chose shipwrecked and went overboard with it. Not as much as last prompt but still...
SO I AM DONE. Did it take me forever to figure the pose out??? YES. Did I give up????? almost- BUT I DIDN’T.
Sooo. Walter get's shipwrecked as he is on a mission for his overlord Gunmar. He get's attacked and looses continuousness after a hard wood hit him on his head. However...a mysteriously and utterly beautiful creature seemes to save his life.
My written prompt for the picture ⬅️ press on me :3
Anyways, you will get a more lighted drawing:
And now closeups:
Small Infos about the designs/Story Ideas:
Barbara was REALLY hard. I had like 10 sketches of her face bc for some damn reason is that woman my NEMESIS TO DRAW. I kid you not her face is something else. I am not skilled enough. Though I managed to find something I liked. Obviously I toned down her colors to match the sea and used her signital colors. The markings on her eyes obviously resemble her glasses and I gave ger piercings...Just because.
Walter was easy as ever. I draw him so much that he just appears on my pages. He obviously slays with his outfit, mullet and piercings. Though he would wear it in canon...no? I mean maybe not a croptop but then again...he basically wears nothing anyways. He has the sigil of the Janus order on his gloves (fingerless bc UGH. HE IS GOOD LOOKING) and wears some form jewellery/accessories on his horns bc it looked nice.
Story wise it will be as I wrote above in the summary BUT you all get Info to the World building. As in 2023 Stricklake month fire/water (see in my masterpost) there is a war going on between the magical creatures/humans who ALL hate each other. (I am a sucker for magical wars) Only the trollhunter, Jim, will be able to retriev peace amongst the races with help of the first ever cross-raced couple Walter&Barbara. Walter is a changeling commander who recruites trolls/changeling for his overlord Gunmar and kills who refuse to bend the knee. He is the head of the Janus order who is secretly working on killing Gunmar to help the future trollhunter (Jim will be AFTER Barb meets Walt, He will also give Jim a gem that allows him to take a troll like form later). Walter gets caught one day and they ambushed him eventually. He is surprised and almost dies...but gets saved. The Story is simple enough, tell me some ideas to change or how it goes forward if you want <3
#trollhunters#walter strickler#barbara lake#stricklake#toa strickler#toa trollhunters#stricklander#strickler#tales of arcadia#waltolomew stricklander#stricklake month 2024#keenswimmers2024#seedragon...siren...thing!Barb#WALTER HAS DAMN ASS SEXY CLOTHES ON#I know he wouldn't wear it in Canon BUT.#LET ME HABE MY OBSESSION WITH PUTTING MY MAN IN GOOD CLOTHES#And yes he is commander Walt#He is my man#I love him#AND SEADRAGON BARB#She is beautiful#a wonderful and gorgeous being#At first is was siren barb from last year but...she was a little outdated so I made her better.#I swear I LOVE magical wars#it is so cool#that’s why i watched trollhunters.#though#Walter is my roman empire#as well as stricklake#I am proud of this...
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Roman empires is overrated, true homies know the Mongolian and Tibetan empires were peak
#Tibet#mongolia#Mongolian empire#empire#rome#roman empire#history#asian history#europe#european history#Asia#why am I making this weird ass post one of these isn’t even well known#Tibetan empire
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Hey I need your help. Why does Sun leave his team so much? I think it's played off as quirky in the show but it just bugs me so much. Like to me even as nice as he is he's still not their as he should be. Like if I'm supposed to relie on someone but they just do what they want how am supposed to trust them period? Am I reading too much into it?
They actually covered this "Before the Dawn".
Sun just kinda goes where he wants and barely lets his team know anything. He's been doing it since day one, too. He arrived at Beacon ahead of his team, then left them again to chase after Blake, and then it's all brought up in "Before the Dawn" for about 500 pages, because that's Sun's only character trait.
Honestly, I prefer it as the quirky show version than the book version that endlessly harps on it as a bad character trait and you should hate Sun for leaving his team all the team and he's a bad character because he's bad. Instead of, "Oh, there goes Sun again. Least he could do is tell us in person."
Honestly, now that I think about it, the main inspiration for this is his allusion of the legendary Sun Wu Kong from epic story of Journey to the West. The Monkey King would always run off to do, well, whatever. Honestly, the only thing keeping him in check is the crown on his head that tightens whenever Tripitaka utters a prayer.
As for why? Well, your guess is as good as mine. Like I said, I'd prefer to think of it as a character quirk instead of a thousand word essay on why Sun Wukong is a bad character in a book that made NOBODY look good.
#rwby#sun wukong#my thoughts#my answer#before the dawn#why do I keep coming back to this fucking book#this is like the eighth fucking time and I'm tired of this shit#it's never Before the Fall going in depth about Team CFVY#it's never the entertaining adventurous tale of Roman Holiday#no it has to be fucking bullshit shitty ass fucking stupid god damn BEFORE THE FUCKING DAWN
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i was having a mental breakdown while doing this
I'm cryibg
#mo4#taijack#so romanic#taiyo mo4#jack mo4#i'm crying#what is this#what im doing#shitpost#why#this hurts so bad uhh#my eyes#my eyes are burning#top images that will make u cry and will broke ur heart just like ur ass 💔💔
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guys I can't take it anymore I like her so MUCH i just wanna LOOK AT HER and BE WITH HER and I just thinka bout KISSING her bcs she's SO GODDAMN PRETTY and I just can't stop LOVING HER but at the same time I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT do you see my problem
#ah.. the struggles of a queer middle schooler#the horrors#STOP ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE#look at my search history its the most lame ass shit liek#how to kiss girl wikiHow#I CAN'T#UGH#WHY#rant#vent#lesbian#i kidna dont wnat anybody ti see this#gay#i just watched but im a cheerleader and shes so me shes so me frrr frfr#AAAAAAAAAHH#google how do i initiate a kiss#wikihow tutorial save me#wikihow tutorial#save me wikihow tutorial#thinking about throwing up maybe idk#at this point im just going to use tumblr as a diary actually#fuck digital footprints#i want 40 year old me to look back at my tumblr page and see the desperation of a pathetic little lesbian boy#idc anymore#shes my roman empire#she fell first i fell harder i think#right person wrong time#or whatever#james yapping sessions
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" Awww did ya' get me a drink fa' international women's day?"
"International Women's what? You're telling me they got a day for every damn thing now?" Roman groused after knocking back a shot of whiskey. Mean eyes narrowed as he peered closely at Harley Quinn, the crime lord's temper hovering between sordid amusement and churlish greed. "Listen clown, I'm a believer in equality meaning you can buy your own goddamn drink." The taste of whiskey burns his throat pleasantly as he finishes his glass, already wanting another. Harley is still there, hues of red, black and white impossible to ignore in the crowd. "You want a drink, you can have whiskey or nothing. Ain't wasting money on some girl's drink that can't even get a baby buzzed."
#qu-tipie#💀 || musings#I don't know why but Roman woke up last night and chose violence#Must be mating season for him#International Women's Day agafsd Roman being an ass#Get Harley the good stuff and stop being mean to her 😂
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do i want to play black widow in the background while studying for my ukrainian grammar lecture, only to get mad halfway through because of how poorly this movie portrays slavic people or should i just study in silence.
#this movie is my roman empire#and i don’t mean it in a flattering way#the only thing this movie got right are the braids#thats it#if you want to make a movie with slavic characters and set in eastern europe at least do some basic research i BEEEEEEEED YOUUUUU#its been 3 years since this movie came out and i’m still FUUUUMING#i could write a whole ass essay why this movie sucks not only due to a poor portrayal of slavic ppl (nothing new here)#but how they handled natasha’s character#god#i made my therapist listen to my ramblings about THIS topic once and the poor woman had to sit for an hour and take notes on natasha#bonkers#anyways#i feel like i have already posted something very similiar but i do not careeeee#moira speaks#semi personal#natasha romanoff#marvel#black widow#mcu#marvel cinematic universe
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in the words of one ted dibiase jr: you have to be fucking on me rn
#ARE YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING JOKING????#ARE YOU DOING THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE YOU NASTY BLONDE WHORE?#you think this is funny?#DO YOU THINK MY LIFE IS A JOKE TO YOU??????#AFTER I SPENT YEARS SEEING YOU AS A TWINK?#FOR YOU TO GROW CHEST HAIR AND GET JACKED AND HOLD A SLEDGEHAMMER SO SUGGESTIVELY?#NOW I KNOW WHY THEY MADE YOUR ASS LOSE TO ROMAN AT WRESTLEMANIA#YOU WERE TOO HOT!!!!#YOU FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN!#YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BITCH!!!!#GOD!#coddles
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Some thoughts about Friede while I try to get back on my feet. The younger, politically intelligent, favoured sister. Her and Belladonna never... truly reconcile. Not until it's too late at least.
#artists on tumblr#digital art#doodles#friede#belladonna#My art hasn't gotten worse I swear I'm just. not in a painterly state. Comic style only for now#Do I explain their family tree? yeah why not#Lady Di Milano is their mother- a wealthy italian noblewoman who marries their father-#An equally wealthy lord from the Holy Roman Empire who comes from very old blood. He's heir to a mountain castle + city#their marriage is very much one of convenience. Both of them are cold hearted and power hungry#Di Milano's marriage agreements included choosing the name of their firstborn- thus belladonna being an italian name#She takes very much after her father however. In looks and temper#OK bye#I'm so sick this cold is kicking my ass.
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telling your friends that you hate me, but i know you can’t get enough ₊˚⊹♡
never gonna get over how revolutionary the origins of emilie and jonah’s relationship was for how i play the sims
#in hindsight it was pretty basic but the FUN ihad playing with sims with the enemies to lovers arranged marriage trope created my love of#messy ass relationships#which is prolly why 2/4 of their kids are litt crazy when it comes to their love lives#see: daphne and roman LMAOO#robin isnt as bad but lucas def has the best one#luca*#ts4#the sims 4#the sims#sims#sims 4#cas#main save#gen 1#emilie castro#sims screenshots
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i was watching a documentary on the troubles & this irish person was talking abt how they don’t use the term “the uk” since a lot of that land was uhh. forcibly taken to say the least and ever since then i’ve been like “oh. yeah. i shouldn’t say that huh”
#like i’ll just refer to whatever specific country i need to refer to#UNITED MY ASS!!!!!!#we support the irish reunification of 2024 in these parts#also why i’m trying to learn more of the indigenous names of places here !#btw i cant remember the name of the documentary this was months ago it’s just become my roman empire
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I'm writing out my superhero comic idea and it's history, and it's like embarrassingly obvious what my favorite shows are. lmao.
#oc#original comics#superheros#I mean Ive taken the bones of this idea from dc - but it's smoothly becoming its own thing#I think it's definitely obvious tho - same amount of family members#similar situations lmaoooo#but while their personalities can be similar their backgrounds are changing and already fundamentally different because I've gotten rid of#DC's horrid no killing rule#also why is self defense in anyway in ANY fucking law considered murder#we live in a backwards ass world#Im gonna use this idea to learn more about America's law system#but it'll be different in the comic anyway cause it takes place about 300 years in the future#AND there may have already been a 3rd world war in there#which is inspired by star trek's future#I've named one of my character's fucking abigail lmao#and then jun#Gabriel#hell - the batman variant's name is taken from a nearly identical actor's name (cause it's AWESOME) but I changed the first name#and one of the characters in it is called Tiberius - but he isn't a good guy#also cant believe they named jim after a terrible roman leader LMAO it does sound cool tho so I understand#the variant bat's name is also James#I wanted a hodgepodge of generic american and less common names#and names from various cultures the characters would be from#its a lot#but boy oh boy the inspirations are GLARING at me#don't even GET me started on the character designs. LMAO I am what I am
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
#american idol#AJII AJII AJII AJII AJII#why the fuck did they get rid of 3 really good ARTISTS and keep 2 really crappy half assed singers wtf#like jayna and roman are OKAY but jordan????? NAYA?????? there is NO *feeling* or *emotion* and shes not that good!#jordan is only there bc girls think he and his accent are cute and WHY are they encouraging that!!!!!????#AJII is as good as triston and will and kayko and jack come on!!!!!#JENNIFER is worlds better than naya sorry#and kennedy!#WHY
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