obsessed with baby not being allowed to come on their like 3 day business trips and it being such a drama and heartbreak
imagine them on the phone and roman finds out she’s going to some party stewy’s throwing back home, he’s threatening to commit one second and being degraded the next
'Roman. I love you.'
'...'
Roman's staring at the message and already feeling like death's on his skin.
'what'
'if you see anything on social media or in the press, it is nothing like what you would be thinking. Stewy is throwing a party. Not even anything stereotypically drug-prominent. It's professional and I'm inviinited.'
Baby's so nervous that it's like she had a stroke in the midst of her text.
Roman doesn't respond.
'Roman'
'Roman please do go overboard on a reaction. It's a professional event and if there are drugs, serious drugs, I won't do anything. You know that.'
Roman doesn't respond.
'Roman'
It's five minutes until Baby gets a photo sent to her. It's a knife on a dresser.
'slitting my wrists ttyl'
...Baby just sighs.
'Roman. Don't be a bitch about this. Suicide's dramatic.'
'I said ttyl fuck off.'
Roman's looking pissy and small when he phone begins to ring. And ring - he scratches his head. He's already whiny.
He picks up, breathing into the phone and pressing the tip of the knife into the dresser.
"Hi, you dirty fucking whore. You're a slut, you already picked out who you're gonna fuck at Stewy's gangbang or do you need to do a gutter-pill or two to do that."
"Roman-"
"It's a been three fucking days. I just hold no importance to you. I don't know why I believe your assurance. Every fucking time. I think I'd be ten times stronger as a male if I was a incel. Screw your vagina. Screw you!"
"...Keep it up and you will be. You can't fuck anybody else and no, I don't plan to fuck anyone myself but sometimes you push it, Roman."
Roman takes in a breath, raises a hurt brow.
"...Why the fuck would you say that?"
He sounds hurt. Baby, in her panic, took the degradation a bit to harshly. It's all fake, but she still shouldn't mention any idea of wanting someone else. Not with Roman. He takes nothing seriously, but nothing's a joke when it comes to her.
"I was joking, Roman. You're planning to slit your wrists, harshness is sensible."
"It's fucking bitchy. And hurtful. Fuck you."
Baby closes her eyes.
"I won't go. Okay? I'll call you tomorrow, we can screen-watch a movie."
Roman just wants to go home, not having you to press your hands into him, like you'll grab at the hot parts of his stomach makes him even more sick. But he'll fucking take it over you at Stewy's party. He doesn't care if you don't do anything. You just should be...waiting for him.
He waits for you. It's only fair, he doesn't think of doing anything outside of you other than work or something with his family. Jesus, Roman can't love you more than you love him, that's just ridiculous.
But if he outbids you in that sense, he can hold it over for you forever.
"Stay on call. Don't be a fucking bitch."
"Okay, Rome."
The best thing you can do is just keep yourself breathing into the phone, it's easy to not be a bitch when you're not saying anything for Roman to get at.
And Roman listens, knife pressing harder into the dresser as he relaxes on the bed. He presses harder remembering you want to go to Stewy's stupid fucking party.
But Roman chucks the knife across the room once you've settled with your breath.
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