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the-river-rix · 2 months ago
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Colin Fisher HCs
He’s REALLY into horror (particularly movies), it’s his longest running special interest
Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates was his queer awakening
Speaking of which he’s pansexual
He’s also kind vaguely gender fucky, like he’s a guy but he’s very loosely tethered to gender in a binary sense
After the Avatar incident he has monthly movie nights with Sweets and Hodgins
He is a big sensory seeker in both a tactile and auditory sense
He enjoys doing makeup but started by trying to teach himself horror makeup (he’s probably tried drag)
He’s a realistic skeleton for Halloween, and it successfully freaks some people out
He gets along really well with Zack and they end up spending time together after work, one time they end up watching the psycho franchise together and Zack spends the entire time in turmoil (because he relates to Norman Bates) and Fisher spends the entire time talking about how hot Anthony Perkins is (self indulgent one)
I like to think even though it’s wildly unrealistic and completely self indulgent that Fisher met Zack in the psych ward and didn’t put together who he was until they became friends
He has the longest playlists you’ve ever seen in your life
He listens to music almost exclusively at full volume, it doesn’t matter that he has headphones in you will be hearing it
He has multiple piercings including his lip piercing
He was that one kid in highschool that spent every class stoned out of his mind and/or sleeping and got straight As with all AP classes and got a full ride to an Ivy League school- and everyone couldn’t believe it
He has a younger sister and he paints her nails when they see each other
He has many sketchbooks and journals filled with doodles, sketches, and writing (usually terrible poetry)
He is running on pure adrenaline and caffeine the majority of the time
He also drinks the most godawful disgusting energy drinks you’ve ever seen
He starts getting monthly calls from Cam checking up on him after he gets back from the psych ward
He very rarely forms lasting romantic relationships and favors one time hook ups
He has a crush on Sweets (he literally wants him so bad)
That’s all I can think of for now!
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hoejosatoru · 5 months ago
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I think Reo and Nagi share almost all the girls they hook up with. They’re both super into three ways (or even four way if they both had girls who were down). Reo in particular likes sharing with Nagi and watching him fuck his girl. Which works out super well for Nagi, who doesn’t have to make the effort to find hot girls to get into bed. Like you reverse cowgirl riding Nagi’s dick, while Reo kisses your neck or sucks on your tits and rubs your clit and-
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bibones · 4 months ago
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i simply believe that we need to headcanon more cantankerous old men as ftm. hence, doctor leonard horatio 'bones' mccoy, owner of an incredibly transgender name might i add, is the perfect addition to the transsexual fictional character collective. in this essay i will-
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http-wolfstar · 3 months ago
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Chilly day ❄️
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bunnieswithknives · 2 months ago
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Wahhh I'll get around to drawing more angst later, for now you get Dev having the time of his life
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vegley · 7 months ago
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gemgem!
(rbs > likes <3)
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orchideous-nox · 5 months ago
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Fuck art heists, Barty is breaking into museums to steal bones for his Rosie
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boobilby · 14 days ago
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His little face was originally a place holder… but just look at him
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dustykneed · 6 months ago
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i just think spock has great mom friend potential tbh. strong contender for the cutest thing i've ever drawn
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lotus-pear · 1 year ago
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got like five asks requesting aku or chuuya so i just drew them together🗿
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the-river-rix · 1 month ago
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Assigning Bones Characters with my special interests/hyperfixations
Brennan- maybe Queer History or McCarthyism? For the anthropological intrigue? Tbh none of them fit her
Sweets- The Loeb/Leopold case
Zack- Musical Theater/ Spies Are Forever (self indulgent but soo real to me)
Hodgins- McCarthyism
Vincent Nigel Murray- Dead Boy Detectives
Fisher- Horror/horror movies and also he would be a complete IWTV freak
Daisy- BTVS (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)
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puppyeared · 1 year ago
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Big cat
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gicosmo · 17 days ago
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Random OP Character Headcanons
Random hcs I’ve been thinking about for like the past two months lol
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Luffy: Play fights will turn dangerous real quick. Out of all of the Strawhats, he’s the one you shouldn’t ever think about play fighting with.
Zoro: So bad with directions he has to hold his hands out in an L shape to see which is left and right.
Franky: Has tried to do his hair to make it look like the word “SUPER”. Ended up hating how much gel he was using tho.
Nami: Her and Ussop have self care days. She goes ALL out every time! Face masks, pedicures, full blown hair care. She’ll make sure they have a relaxing day.
Usopp: When the crew reunited, him and Nami bonded over their hair. Will talk about different styles they want to try out, different hair products, even going as far as teaching themselves different hair styles to practice on one another.
Kaido: We all know he’s an emotional drunk. Has cried in front of Yamato about how he thinks he doesn’t love him. (Yamato didn’t gaf.)
Yamato: He’s only sticking to one hairstyle and that’s his ponytail. He cannot for the life of him bring himself to do anything else with his hair. It’s him and his ponytail against the world!
Lucci: Lowkey loves gossip to the point where he uses Hattori. Hattori knows allll the tea. Watch out for the adorable bird, he’s getting insight for Lucci.
Kaku: Loves giraffes so much to the point where he despises the predators of them. Lowkey disliked Lucci for a bit because of his leopard devil fruit.
Mihawk: Hates being called “Dracule”. Mihawk, his full name, or Hawkeyes, or even Mr. Creepy Swordsman will do just fine. But please do NOT call him Dracule.
Crocodile: Made mini sandcastles out of boredom one time in his office when trying to figure out the budget for Cross Guild. Didn’t try it again because Daz almost walked in on him doing it.
Daz Bonez: Turned his finger into a knife so he could cut fruits for himself. Why go out of your way to grab a knife when you can become the knife?
Buggy: We all know he has beautiful long hair. Downside to that lucious hair is that he’s tender headed, especially if someone else is brushing his hair. Will hold his head, flinch away, probably even start crying. His scalp is very sensitive!
Doflamingo: As manipulative as this man is, he CANNOT flirt. He can’t even do it as a form of manipulation. He’s better off dancing like an actual bird to attract a potential relationship(that won’t work either)
Corazon/Rosinante: Unlike his brother, this man can actually flirt! Is a natural at it actually. Only downside is that he’ll get flustered if someone flirts back and end up falling to the ground. (Also headcanon that he definitely slipped on a random banana peel on the floor. Baby 5 put the banana peel there.)
Perona: She actually attempted to try her negative hollow move on Mihawk once. Didn’t get the chance to because a simple glare from him made her rethink her life choices.
Barto: Most definitely has written cute fanfics about the Strawhats. Probably has drawn fanart too.
Ace: Most definitely held a “loudest fart/burp” challenge on the Moby Dick. Whitebeard won
Sabo: Tried swinging his staff around as a party trick. Ended up wacking himself on the head with it. Never did it again.
Marco: If he lived in the modern world he would most definitely binge watch those paternity court videos. Or Jerry Springer and Maury vids.(This is all thanks to Stussy and Weevil. Bro does NOT think that’s Whitebeard’s biological son.)
Shanks: Can handle getting drunk off his ass. Cannot handle getting high, not even in the slightest.
Law: After he got his tattoo, he admired them and wondered if Cora would be happy about him getting them in his honor.
Kidd: Loves eyeliner, HATES mascara. He cannot stand anything on his lashes. Also has a horrible habit of plucking his lashes a bit.
Killer: Has bought those straws that are made into designs. Most definitely has a straw that looks like glasses.
Hawkins: He likes crystals! One of those astrology people. “What’s your zodiac sign? Oh? Gemini? Damn… You’re gonna die.” (Most definitely yelled at Kid for calling Aquarius “Asparagus”)
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omart · 4 months ago
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+ of Bones' Argento
Tr: You know, a little therapy wouldn't hurt you Jim
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iheartmoons · 8 days ago
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unfortunately i can NOT like rosekiller if y’all are making barty the top. punk boys can only be bottoms everyone knows that 😞
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richeeduvie · 28 days ago
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hey👋 😊🤗
where’s wedding bells pt.2 😠😾🔫
Wedding Bells (Part Two)
Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) here yall go damn!! (jk it's been long overdue after my failures I love u guys)
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PART ONE (OUT OF FIVE), AUTHOR MASTERLIST After assuring Roman that Stewy being your date was nothing but a platonic necessity for Shiv's wedding, the start of the night has decided on proving you wrong. It's much to your dismay...maybe not so much Stewy's (for the most part), but most certainly Kendall's. Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag. (Stewy's POV next!)
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The ceremony was beautiful, vows mandated. Knowing Tom as your technical boss, you're sure he wanted to say something from the heart. Knowing Shiv...Shiv, Shiv, your only girl friend Shiv...you know she wouldn't have that.
Roman took to looking bored next to Tabitha. You caught him making quips to her and you hate to wonder what he was saying, if he'd tell you the same things if you were his date.
Or maybe there's just some different with you that you wouldn't get the default comments out of Roman. Something just for you.
Maybe that's true for the past, before Tabitha and the now. You hate to think that, you think to not be over it already - you were asking Roman the what ifs of finding someone for you and you've got nothing to show for being ready to find that someone. That not-Roman.
Almost. Not really. No, you won't say you do have something to show for you. That something being taking looks at Stewy in the aisles.
Feeling your heart skip when he caught you taking those looks.
You were to not figure what the fuck Stewy was thinking at your stares when you were supposed to be gooey-goo over the new marriage of your friend. You were and are to not think about the way he met your eyes. You were to not notice the way Roman's head quickly, curtly snapped to follow where you were looking.
And now it's time for pictures!
"Has new, tanner dick brought you cause to lie to me?"
Roman kicks the grass, cut and too green underneath the both of you. What he's wearing isn't much different than his suits day to day at Waystar, but he looks nice. You don't know how to feel about how you don't feel the warm roll throughout your body at the sight of him handsome. Like he's not your boyfriend anymore.
He never was, he wasn't ever anything but the only person you've ever been in love with. Felt your loins on fire for, if you want to be gross about it.
You tilt your head.
"What?"
They're flashing pictures of just the bride and groom and it leaves Roman to whine to you on the sidelines. Stewy...in fact him and Kendall are nowhere to be found. You just know it's got something to do with whatever will ruin this family again. It'll be by tonight and forgiven in two weeks. At least the way you've grown into Roman over the years isn't something of a complete waste, you get understand the family you're working for for the rest of fucking time. Life.
Frank waves to you, you wave back.
"Ow! What the fuck?"
Roman's slapped your hand down mid-wave.
"You told me you just needed a date and you were too stupid to go with the obvious three-way Tabitha and I offered. Okay. I accepted that like I wasn't being fucked, but then you're fucking Stewy with your eyes, opening legs with your irises at my sister's wedding. Bridesmaid gangbang."
"...Are the bridesmaids gangbanging Stewy?"
Roman's brows are perpetually down, nose flared. You've shat on the grass, basically. The joke's bombed.
"You. Stewy...and his of color cock and his smarmy eyes. You think you can find out the number to his shaft shade by now? With all the times you've-"
Your eyes dart to where his fist opens and closes, then to where his neck rolls and head jolts. It's like a visual cough.
"Jesus Christ, you know what? Let me just not quip bullshit, I can be serious. I think I deserve that, maybe?" He sniffs.
And there it is...or there it isn't. No automatic, instinctual rush to comfort Roman and hold him or punish his insecurities with teases or insults punchier than his. Nothing.
Because you see Stewy coming up behind him.
You've always noticed he holds himself well, ever since you were younger. But now...no.
But then, you look into Roman's eyes, brown - facing rejection or no-care he's always so sure of. You sigh.
There it is. The rush.
Roman leans into your palm on his bicep.
"I'm going to ask if you've been keeping track of how many times you've ridden him. Or he's ridden you. You've taken to American Paint Horses."
"...When the fuck did you know pony breeds?"
"When you started fucking the brown kind."
Jesus. Roman.
"Roman! Fucking cool it. You're being...like, racist. Cartoonishly racist over something that you've made up in your head."
"It's not racist. Stewy's brown. Shocker. You went from me, not brown, to him. That's a fact. I didn't press negatives onto the color of his cock or our cultural differences in...fetishes."
Roman blinks, he turns to Stewy smiling at you before he's talking to Kendall.
"And did I make it up? Really."
You blink. You sigh.
It just slips out.
"You went from me to Tabitha. Should I whine?"
The words already leave a bad taste in your mouth once they leave it. They're not even particularly jealous-sounding, it's more of a casual tease to bite Roman and his hypocrisy. Still, it reeks on your tongue - it's a gag of admittance and by Roman's smug fucking face, you know he knows it too.
It's a slow growing smugness, too. First it's comprehension of what you said in the first place, then it's realization - life breathed onto his face.
Complete satisfaction.
....She still likes me. Wants me. Fuck it, knew it. Her vagina cares enough to be jealous. Knew it, knew it. Knew it. Thank God, I thought I was fucking done for and ready to be shot out back.
"I'm joking, but it's also a genuine question...because you're doing that over something you're making up in your head, Rom."
Roman puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing out.
"I just question the stares, you baby. That's all I'm doing. It's fair, they were like - fucky eyes."
No.
You don't know what they were.
"No. They weren't. And I-"
"Okay, now the family together!"
You turn to the photographer, Roman doesn't.
"I don't think you get to think over who I stare at, may-"
"Fuck you. Of course I do. I don't deny you from commenting on Tab's love for me as a result of pussy envy. I don't. I won't...and we..."
Roman turns to his family gathering, Shiv's blinking quick at him. It's like she's cursing at him to hurry the fuck up. He turns back.
"We can talk about it. Past the bullshit."
...Really?
"Really?"
The word on your tongue is more sarcastic than it is in your head. And there, in the pause...it's like Roman's pulling back from the openness of himself. Taking what he's put out away.
"Me and Tabitha and you...sure."
"...Mm. Shiv's waiting for you."
"Like, do I have to stop playing bits here and be fun for you to actually still have fun with me-"
"Roman, hurry the fuck up, dude! Seriously."
"Cool it! I don't care that it's your wedding, Shivy Ginge. I'll set fire to your minge."
He taps into his British roots there before he's off. Not before he kisses your knuckles, though.
"I just fucking miss you, weirdo. I want conversations. I just...I don't like...do things in spite - not towards you, even though you're being fucking weird. I don't make wounds and shove my dick into them as a gotcha."
It's said as he moves off. They take photos - the Roys...your Roys. You smile at Kendall when he smiles at you. Your thumb rubs your knuckle, you won't think about his kiss.
"Tabitha, just get it here."
But you don't think anything at all when they let Tabitha into the frame. It's easy for her. Rightfully so, but it's on your skin on a knife and you don't feel that's right.
But you don't feel it go away.
It hits you like the first time you cried as a child. It's a childish hurt and you can't make it go away as you watch the camera flash and Roys and Tabitha smile, as they bring Rava into the picture taking. Rightfully so.
It's a nail in the coffin, the confirmation what Roman has with Tabitha is real.
Your love, it still here thumping at your heart, is not.
Why are you about to cry?
"Hey, you."
You turn to the dark-haired, clean bearded man at your side. His knowing but soft voice.
"Hey, Stewy."
"What's with the glossy eyes?"
The burning is against the sudden, unwanted warmth you feel. You don't want to feel warmth at how Stewy's so close to you. You've been close to him before and nothing - nothing like what you feel with Roman.
But here, everything with what you feel with Roman. Maybe something new, something giddy that differs because Stewy isn't Roman, he's Stewy. He exists differently.
And now Roman exists away from you.
"Weddings, you know?"
Stewy smiles thin, brown eyes light.
"...Yeah. No. But even if it was yeah...I don't think it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Wambsgans getting me leaky. How's your legs from your formal-attire workout."
"...Upright planking?"
"Exactly."
You are sore. "It was a workout. At least I didn't have to listen to DIY vows. That would've been the real challenge."
Stewy leans you. You try not to breathe, you don't know why.
"I don't know, I think it'd be fun to see a Roy attempt romantics in public. Do you remember Ken's wedding with Rava?"
Yes. You won't be mean in your thoughts, genuinely.
"Yeah. The singing during the dinner was cute, I'm glad he chose to put that stunt there instead of the altar."
Stewy puts his hands in his pockets.
"Isn't that fucking right." His voice is warm, almost teasing - well...always teasing, even if the conversation is genuine. You know him well enough to know he's not fucking with you, laughing at you in the bore of small talk. It's just how he talks.
You also know him well enough to know his cologne is wearing off.
"You're not going to join the happy family photoshoot?"
"No. Have no reason to."
You and him haven't been facing each other in your talk, eyes to the Roy family with Tabitha and Rava as the reception beings to bustle inside.
You wonder if Stewy feels the tension too. If you're crazy - if you're childish for thinking he does or if you're both for feeling it yourself in the first place.
"That's a same, you're basically a fifth child. Which makes whatever you had with Roman incested. Which makes it less hot. I know, I'm weird, not...illegally weird, though. For the most part...so, the honorary incest is not hot, now that I think of it."
Stewy takes his hand out of his pocket. You see it out of the corner of your eye and you feel his touch on your back a couple seconds after.
You don't see how he pauses, you couldn't know how he thinks about how this touch is going to feel on his skin.
What the fuck happened, man? What happened that now things are...fucking coiling inside him. Like he's a boy - or no. Gross, cartoonish to describe it like...now it's just different with you. What fucking happened?"
Stewy smiles.
"You're perfume is disappearing on us. I don't want to be sniffing up on your sweat follicles while we're dancing, princess."
You shiver.
Why the fuck are you on fire in the best way possible?
"What a bore, right? Let's get inside."
Shiv fixes the waist of her dress.
"Yeah, honey. Photos are a bore, but important for our memoralization of our love...tonight, right? And I think we're supposed to let everyone go in first before we come crashing as bride and groom."
Photos are done. Everyone separates and even in the fire, you look to see if Roman's watching the flames. And....
Of course he is. But then you realize that you didn't tell Kendall that Stewy's your date. You didn't think you had to, but his eyes catching to where his best friend holds you is where you remember that yeah, Stewy's his best friend. The only reason why you know Stewy is because he's Kendall's best friend that he introduced when you were 14. You'll give him more leeway than you give to Roman. Even though it's still a date you needed, it must be weird for Kendall to see without context.
"I think you looked very beautiful up there."
You turn to Stewy, heart beating quick. Too quick for you to judge yourself for it.
"For Shiv's sake, I won't say you outdid her but...you were the closest bridesmaid to doing the out."
You smile to break away from that tension - between him and between how Kendall's hand drops from Rava's waist, how his eyes blink low from afar.
"You were examining all of us up there to figure that out?"
It's a joke you think warrants another smarmy-charming reply.
But all Stewy does is just hold his head up with something....serious along his face. Nothing under a tease, just eyes not blinking before he looks to the grass.
"No."
You can't stop your smile from falling before the photographer comes up to the both of you.
"Hey, you two want a photo? Cute couple."
"Oh, we're jus-"
"Sure. Have at us."
Stewy says it as charming as he says everything before he pulls you close by the waist.
"Oh, I can smell you better now. Smile, princess."
You do with every roll of fire on your skin. Your stomach turns over.
Maybe it's not childish...it's just new, it's just how you feel. What you hate is that you do, that it's Stewy. You have a right to new people, a new person to feel like this for...but not Stewy.
But it is, for some strange, new reason.
The camera shutters on you and him.
"Can I kiss you? It'll be modest. Cheeky."
It doesn't take you more than two seconds for it to slip out.
"...Sure. Yeah."
"Alright, yeah."
Stewy says it quietly before he kisses your cheek.
Oh, God.
The camera shutter, you might be...shuddering. You smile anyway. The photographer smiles too.
"Alright, make sure to catch the bouquet!"
They walk off and Stewy doesn't let go of you. You realize that he was holding it before the photographer came up for photos.
...Just breathe, just breathe.
And you do, Stewy's face doesn't stop you from breathing, you're able to breathe into it. Because of it - suddenly.
With his smile, with his smile.
...Maybe you'll indulge, maybe you have been indulging.
"I-"
You were going to, just before there's the sound of immense gagging. Vomiting.
"Fuck!"
"Rome?"
"Roman? What the fuck?"
Stewy turns to the commotion, brows rising up.
"Oh...oh. Fuck. That's disgusting."
It's Roman puking chunks onto the grass. Tabitha stands over him, complete ohs and rightful confusion on now knowing what to do. His father, Logan just looks completely disappointed.
Roman's hunches over. He's holding his head in what you know to be complete pain.
What the fuck?
"Roman?"
Of course, he doesn't answer you. You go to go up to him, but there's a hand on yours.
"I think we can go inside. Roman's vomit breath will meet us there, it looks like he's got enough people to check on him and his insides."
"I don't th-"
Even after everything, or because of everything, you still try and go to Roman. But Tabitha's hands rubbing his back stop you.
It takes the breath out of you.
Yeah, it's just...he'll meet you inside. Roman's got comfort, he decided it wouldn't be you and that'll stop hurting.
Roman will stop hurting a lot easier than you, you're sure. It'll be okay, you've got the rest of your life to take his insults of tonight.
"Okay, yeah. Let's go."
You hear the last of the gags as you and Stewy head inside to the start of the reception.
"I think they got my favorite desert, actually. I don't know how. If I'm feeling sultry and you're feeling consensual, I'll fork it into your mouth for you to try."
"...Sounds sultry. Okay"
You neither lean or move away from his hand on the small of your back. You let him pick something out of your hair.
"Roman, what the fuck? You okay, bro?"
"That was...you okay, son?"
You won't catch how Roman can't catch his breath. He can't recover. He can't come up from his knees. He actually lowers.
Tabitha's hands feels like bees, unfuckingfortunately. Roman crawls away and jolts at her palm finding him again.
"Stop! Just- it's fine. Stop. Sorry, sorry, Tab's. Dad, I'm good. I'm-"
He hacks. He can't breathe.
He knows why he can't breathe, but where are you? Where are the hands that actually feel like life digging back into his lungs?
Roman looks up.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
Where are you?
"Roma-"
Whoever's talking to him gets interrupted by more vomiting. He's choking on it.
"Oh fucking Christ. I'm going, I'm going inside, Pinky. Someone get him water. Absolutely disgusting."
He would say he doesn't know what he did, but he does. He just doesn't...but he's sorry.
Where did you go? Why don't you come back?
"Roman, baby-"
"Don't fuckin-I said! I said stop. Sorry, you'll touch me later. I'm sorry."
He really fucking is, but someone else will be. If Roman sees Stewy in there...the bullet in Roman's head will be his to blame. That'll make him feel better.
Roman wipes his mouth, his eyes. He sniffles.
"Are you cry-"
"No! Tabitha, stop! Shiv - go get banged, it's your wedding day."
He can feel eyes. So, he's right. Staring does mean things.
"Fuck off!"
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