Not me logging into the wrong tumblr. But also not exactly backing out immediately.
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Punk.
takes one to know one, bitch.
CEO of making helena put her helmet on before we go anywhere on motorbikes
--- sry i’ve been lame - o lately, i just wanna play gta tbh.
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“Yeah it’s possible.” So severely, had Agnes put attempt to compress the chuckle that crawled up her throat like spiders claiming their net. In their branche, it was necessary to remember faces, to remember hostiles, to remember associates. If you didn’t, how dreadful would that end up in termination? Siding with the cobras for you forgot how the bunny looked like? That venom would suffocate you from within and claim it’s liability. “It might be because you were my employer round about five years ago?” Shoulders shrug ere amused glances muster him like usual prey. “You’re starting to forget things, is that your age showing?”
“ Hey --- hey, I might be getting older but with age comes wisdom, alright? If I forgot something, it’s cos’ whatever it was wasn’t important enough for me to give a shit. ” Gray speckles the regular black of both his hair & his beard & yet he still gets offended at the ‘age jokes.’ He realizes though --- rather immediately --- how much of an asshole he just made himself out to be. His response was unfair & so he grumbles before starting off on a more calmer foot. “ Look, I --- uh. I employ a bunch of people for a bunch of different things. You gotta’ be more specific with me. ”
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It seems there’s no point in tiptoeing around each other now, for they knew what would happen the moment they initiated this dance. Then again, when was a good time to step up even further? She, unconsciously so, invited Rome to come closer as another jab, expecting one of them to break the close bubble of personal space — though, they had different plans. There was a sense of pride Mia always experienced in every moment they were together, even throughout their “game”, and it was interrupted as he pressed his lips against hers this time. If there was a functioning heart in her war-torn body, it’d beat a lot more: yet, she could feel it still, somehow. Holding his chin with her hand, his comment had her chuckling lowly yet it was brief as she applied a little bit of force in the kiss. “It’s too late to backpedal on what I said, anyway. Oh well.” To add the fuel to the fire, she winked, the smile growing a little more despite the sensation of his teeth grazing.
“ If you feel the need, we can always make reservations. ” His tone matches hers, not enough to produce more or less than a rugged murmur. He doesn’t seem too keen on the idea of breaking away --- at least not quite yet, not until he’s sure he’s the victor of whatever game this had grown into. “ Catch a movie, hold hands --- y’know, that vanilla shit. ” Not a hint of him being serious in what he says, Roman explores her shoulder with his mouth, peppering open - mouthed kisses along ice - white flesh. Any moment now & he’s half - expecting the assassin to knee him between the legs. His fingers run along her jaw, disappearing behind her ear as he teasingly curls digits in blonde hair. All the while, his opposite arm, once curled around her body, ever - so - slightly lowers. His heavy palm rests against Mia’s ass & after briefly squeezing, he tugs her aggressively against him. “ How bout’ it? ”
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SHE CHOKES ON THE WORDS SHE WISHES SHE COULD UNLEASH ON HIM. A lot of them weren’t very pretty. Ramona certainly had an itch of her own, not that she wanted to admit it; she has HIGH hopes & ambitions that she feels are tied down as she spends her days studying. She would be lying to herself if she didn’t AGREE that she wants much, much more out of her life. But she hates it.
Her lips twist as if she tasted something sour, her arms cross her chest, she finally decides to look directly at Mr. Rourke. No, what he speaks of isn’t EVIL, it’s just being human, yet Ramona forgets she is one herself at times, especially when she strives to be perfect & beautiful.
Maybe. She wants to say but instead, she approaches him with hands upon her hips. “What makes you think you know me so well?” She asks, irritated yet her words don’t come across as such. Rather, she’s curious.
He’s a lot to take in --- so headstrong & sure of his own assumptions. In his defense, he is rarely ever wrong when it comes to these types of things. It was how he gained control in such a short amount of time, why his story is & will forever be outlined in bold, golden lettering. Some say the path he chose was an easy way out but he’d like to ask said people if letting go of the rules was such a piece of cake, why haven’t they done it yet?
His arms cross yet his expression remains smug. “ Just a hunch, ” he replies in a voice that implies he knows more than her, throwing in a shrug for dramatic measures. “ I’ve always told you how I’ve felt about you, Ramona, you just pick and choose what you wanna’ hear and how you wanna’ hear me. ”
It’s then he realizes that maybe words aren’t enough. His bite is more infectious than his bark & if the sound of his howling can reach thousands, his bite knows no bounds. Fishing in the drawer of his desk, Roman produces a silver cigarette tin but upon popping it open, reveals that the roll is more of a green variety, not tobacco. Without much warning, he begins to light the joint with a lighter he’s fetched from his pockets & puffs when he speaks. “ You wanna’ hit this? Then come here. ”
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𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝚆𝙾 - 𝙴𝙿 𝟷 / 𝟸 / 𝟹 TRIGGERING CONTENT INCLUDES: drugs, self-harm, addiction, bodily harm. FEEL FREE TO MODIFY TO YOUR LIKING. SOME FACTORS HAVE BEEN CHANGED.
“ It’s our job to fix them. ” “ So who’s got the guts to step up, huh? ” “ Shut the door, I don’t want to hear it. ” “ So here’s where you’re hiding. ” “ I prefer to eat alone. It’s useful thinking time. ” “ Unless you got good news, piss off. ” “ I read your file but the details escape me. ” “ A social conscience can be helpful but sometimes, as you’ve learned, it backfires. ” “ I’ll give you advance warning on any proper news. ” “ I’ve got a few jobs today for you. ” “ That must be frustrating for someone of your.. potential. ” “ You stick with me, we’ll achieve great things together. ” “ Who’s in charge? — Say it. ” “ I need my medication! ” “ You good to walk? ” “ The first thirty six hours are the worst. They’ll feel better by morning. ” “ I think you should be careful starting fights with the new boss. ” “ Why don’t you shut up and get me a coffee? ” “ Oh, I planted the roses for you. ” “ You are not going to spend your life spaced out. ” “ That’s just the drugs, it’s not real. ” “ Don’t ruin this for me! ” “ I am stuck in here with nothing. ” “ I checked the surveillance cameras, so we know who’s responsible. ” “ I’ve got a reason. I know what I’ve got to do now. I’m gonna’ kill the fucker. ” “ I thought it might help me process a few things. ” “ It’s just standard stuff. I’m not trying to rip you off. ” “ You don’t think I haven’t thought about it every fucking day? ” “ And how would I find him? ” “ So do it! Quit talking about it! ” “ You open that door, I’ll open a fucking vein, I swear to God. ” “ There’s no shame in asking for help. ” “ I’d prefer to deal with things my own way. ” “ Yeah, well, money’s gone. Shit happens. ” “ Did you a favor and you almost fucked it for both of us. ” “ Why don’t we have a drink after work? ” “ You understand this is all in the strictest confidence. ” “ God, it’s good to debrief with someone, isn’t it? ” “ You were snooping? ” “ Fuck it, I’m cutting them open! ” “ This has gone on too long, I’m getting help! ” “ I don’t get how you could do that. ” “ You treated that person like a piece of meat. ” “ You’re a frightening little kid paddling out of your depth shit-scared. ” “ You’ve swum out too far and you’re not gonna’ make it back to shore. ” “ I should have known you wouldn’t be up to it. ” “ Why would it be aimed at me? ” “ You stay out of my face and we’re okay. ” “ Stay out until I’m done, alright? ” “ They’re probably chasing the dragon, I’ll bet. ” “ Sure as shit doesn’t look like nothing. ” “ I will give you twenty-four hours to try and remember just what you saw. ” “ Calm down, princess, it’ll blow over! ” “ I want you to finish the job. ” “ You don’t have to do everything they tell you to do. ” “ This is your last chance to tell me something that vaguely resembles the truth. ” “ I told you, I didn’t see who hit me. ” “ This is not a Q and A. ” “ Behave with professionalism or get out. ” “ How would you rate your performance? ” “ I am rapidly running out of patience with you. ” “ Consider this a final warning. ” “ I did you a favor and now it’s your turn. ” “ You know that sounds really paranoid. ” “ Why would I have a problem with you? ” “ I thought you would have been over here, looking for me. ” “ You saved my ass last night, thanks. ” “ I owe you. I won’t forget it. ” “ There’s something you can do for me. ” “ You don’t need to do this. You don’t need to feel guilty. ” “ It would just put my mind at rest. ” “ If I wanted to give it a shot, where do I start? ” “ You did stab someone in the neck with a pen. ” “ You see that pile there? I’m working from the bottom up. ” “ Why put yourself on the line for them? ” “ I couldn’t let another person get hurt, alright? ” “ Whatever it is, I hope you’re not playing a dangerous game. ” “ We agreed on a price. ” “ To be honest, I’m really not quite sure why I’m here. ” “ You monster! You fucking monster! ”
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✯ YEAH, YOU FEEL THAT, DON’T YOU? SAME OLD SAME OLD SAME OLD ROMAN. GONE A YEAR OR TWO A DECADE MAKES IT TEN BUT YOUR SOFT SPOTS ARE JUST WHERE THIS PUNK REMEMBERS. ON YOUR KNEES THEN PARDON—to the floor’s what I meant. THIS IS STILL ABOUT AN EXERCISE, YES?
❝Mmm. So yer sayin’. But way I see it, boss? I just got promoted from punk to cowboy in ten seconds, tops.❞ The bastard goes on running and rolling his tongue for free, standing, towering over the Boss, coming between his feet and locking them in place to prevent Roman’s feet from rising as he sits up. ❝SO HERE I’M THINKIN’… how long till yer callin’ me ‘sir’, huh, sir?❞ And you could bet on the snark with which he says it, that word, sir. Oh, Roman, spare your pride and flee away now while you can, because once you take that first sit up, you’ll be faced, literally, with more bite than you can chew. Not that you mind choking a little. A small price to pay for fun these days.
❝C’mon now, boss, since yer clearly full o’ energy to talk, ya got ‘nuff energy to sit up over n’ over n’ over n’ over… gonna work ya dry.❞ Speaking of the tiring workout, of course. Your energy running dry. Anywhere else, he would use a little spit out of courtesy.
𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴 --- 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚄𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.
𝙱𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻. 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶, 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙺.
Blessed be the people who have the ability to keep up with Alexander’s smack - talk ! He’s a goddamn mouthful ; something Roman’s about to learn for himself but then again, this behavior is akin to his own. Perhaps the reason the two vibe so well --- that, & they seem to drown with the rush of power that comes with bare - backing the other into the ground. “ Hah, don’t hold your breath on that one --- ” Each time he sits up & bunches muscle, his words taper off but even with the shortening of his breath, he continues. “ --- cos’ unless you come in wearing a military outfit, there’s no fucking way. ” However, the image is not unpleasant for Roman who seemingly fails to hide his smile. It’d be a cold day in hell when the 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 gives up his crown by calling another sir but then again --- the weather’s been weird lately.
“ I’ve barely broken a sweat and you’re still fucking talking. You ever gonna’ do something or you just gonna’ stand there and run your mouth? ” There’s an impatient crease in his brow as his attention gradually wanes from his workout, eyes trained on Alex’s trousers before flickering back up to his face. “ Bust it out, punk. ” Sure is a lot of confidence from the man who’s only ever handled a cock in his mouth twice in his life. ( Spoiler alert ; it belonged to Alex. )
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he is a nightmare she can’t escape. no matter how many times she thinks she’s woken up and finally escaped him , he shows up , lingering in the darkness with menacing gaze. she swallows the taste of bile that always seemed to accompany his presence. he strikes fear deep in her core and she suspects that he knows that. ʺ damn ――― ʺ she hums , raising glass to her lips to take a drink. just her luck that he had turned up here , on this night. lips turn upward in a painted smile and she cocks her head , grabbing her purse and moving a seat closer to him down the bar , “ oh , here i thought you enjoyed my presence and that’s why you kept coming back. ʺ she doubted he would try anything here , with an entire bar full of people watching them. that and she never went anywhere without a gun tucked in her purse anymore. not since the first time he’d gotten a hold of her. she uses the audience around them to her advantage , smirking when she lifts her glass to her lips once more.
“ Y’know, that may very well be the reason, ” he starts, a sudden hike in his voice as sets his elbows on the bar & laces his fingers together. “ --- You get this look on your face when you see me. Kinda’ like you’re staring down the barrel of a gun. ” His brow arches over a pointed glare but without the heart to continue their habitual game of cat & mouse, he goes back to staring at the glass of whiskey he’s been served. Too many thoughts roll around in an empty head, leaving Mr. Rourke wishing she’d try something so that sadness could dissolve into something more familiar ; anger. Another part of him wants to inform her of the fact he’s alone right now & could use a bullet to the brain. ( That’s no way to think --- Roman knows this. ) It’s difficult to dictate the direction a mind stricken with sadness will go. He does his best, delivering a shot of liquid courage to his system with a quick clear of his throat. “ What, uh --- What have you been up to, huh? ” Small - talk was never really his thing but he thought he’d try, as if they weren’t sworn enemies.
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“ how is it that a person as young as yourself managed to build one of the more successful CRIMINAL EMPIRES? ”
Slight tilt of his head, curl of a smile appearing near the corner of his lips ; it’s hard to mask the pride he feels in being acknowledged. “ Control. --- Control and better aim, ” he’s honest before he can stop the words from tumbling out. “ Isadore has always had potential but back then, all that bureaucratic bullshit had the city wrapped up in red tape. Then we had gangs, ass - backward idiots who thought they knew the world. I guess I got tired of seeing that shit and offered the people something they wanted. ” Addiction, money, nights of non - stop partying & deeds done in the dark ; none of what the Isadorians asked for. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐖.
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“ It seems likely. ” Laura frowns as she looks over a few of the papers scattered across her desk. There’s plenty to work with - and a previous stint in prison certainly didn’t help the case - but she was fairly certain that, at the very least, she could fight any sentence they threw at her. Or rather, at Roman. Glancing up with a small, reassuring smile, she continues, “ But you have a solid alibi, and the supposed motive is flimsy at best… Even if it goes to court, I think we have a good shot at getting you cleared.”
Great ! Mr. Rourke considers this as a win - win & a great, big, pathetic loss for the system. Near - sighted as he may sound, he’s only grumpy since this time isn’t spent on his own terms. He’s had to halt production, take smaller, more quiet steps when it comes to the Syndicate & louder ones when the public eye becomes trained on him. ( He keeps a couple teeth whitening strips on him just in case ! )
“ You’re an angel, y’know that? ” With a dramatic sigh of relief, his hands intertwine with themselves behind his head. He leans back & the sound of creased leather emits from under his ass. “ I’ll be on my best behavior --- an open book, even. Anything you need from me to get this shit out of the way, just ask. ”
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃! 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎?
- ****
- Flatter.
- Run away.
- Worship.
TAGGED BY: @fourrarri, ( :* ) TAGGING: @gatekeepcr, @ofstring, @soypeor
ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS (2019)
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❝ HE? ❞ a slow cock of his head, solomon’s exterior COLD & stern. while officer LOBO has a BRIGHT & burning personality, solomon is still & sharp as a KNIFE. he doesn’t play games, he doesn’t do RIDDLES. ❝ what—– you mean the little one? i imagine he is doing his duty & protecting civilian life. why, you know something DIFFERENT? ❞
He’s just met the guy but from the start ; Rome can sense rigidity in more than just the conversation. Straight, narrow & to the point --- he can appreciate that despite the lack of liveliness causing him mild discomfort. Brief ‘mmh’ muffled by ringed fingers, he lightly tugs at the collar of his own shirt. “ No, probably not. ” Sal’s mental state is not Roman should be speaking about --- so he doesn’t. “ I gotta’ ask though. Why do you call him little one? ”
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There’s a clear pout on her face , she isn’t really sure which one she was feeling . Was both an option ? She was torn between being pissed by the lack of contact but also her yearning to be in his arms again . She resists the urge to run up to him though . Arms crossed with her head held up high . “ ‘m gonna give you three minutes ta ‘splain yourself or ‘m jus’ gonna leave . “ If he didn’t have time to spare a call or a text , why should she bother giving hers now after all .
Arabella can resist that urge all she wants --- 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓. The moment he hears her voice, that wonderful Spanish accent, he melts like a bitch. First sign of his crumbling resolve is the twitch in his fingers & the way he flexes them to quell the need to touch her. Then --- it’s the slight drop of his expression, the sharp breath he takes before completely dropping his ‘tough - guy’ act. “ My sister died, ” no sugarcoat, no nothing. Roman breaks the distance & slides an arm around her, pulling her skin - tight like she would soon slip from his grasp. He ducks his head, burying his mouth in the space of her shoulder. “ I’m so sorry, baby.. ”