hi mutt!!! absolutely adore your work sooo much.... awful awful warning but one thing I think about a lot is being romans twin. I think he'd be so obsessed with someone so connected to him that way. you've been together since the moment you were concieved, why would you need Anyone else??
oh ur in the riiiiight place buddy….you are in the right location.
obviously, tw incest. this is fictional fun everyone keep calm and scroll if u don’t like.
it’d be way more difficult to get any kind of experience, like, at all. he was only a few minutes older, but he makes you call him ‘big brother’ around your friends, people you have a crush on — especially if you date other people in your teens (if being the key word). he’s your big brother, technically, which kind of implies to everyone else that he’s your caretaker, and you’re kind of being watched over by some protective sort of little guy who’s always around.
he’s been your first kiss and your first love, first everything, and you like it that way. he knows you like it that way because he knows you. you haven’t had a real moment alone in your life, never too far from your brother. which means you’ve seen his worst, and he’s seen yours. no one knows him like you and vice versa — there’s no one either of you feel comfortable with like your twin. it just comes naturally to you both.
when he gets sent off to st. andrew’s, you’re the one calling him every week, writing little letters on sheets of paper you used to study geometry whenever dad comes home or kendall’s friends make fun of you. visitations with ro are sweet and clingy, taking you to get ice cream and trying to avoid the fact that he’s not the cool brother. he’s bullied and beaten, bruises on his arms and sides, hoping you’re still okay with being his sister — or whatever you are, more than sister but not quite anything else.
getting a little boyfriend, girlfriend, or partner is practically impossible with roman. he’ll get some little girlfriends along the way, nonsense to keep his dad thinking everything is working out well — just typical male stuff — but he doesn’t really do stuff with her. but he can play pretend with dad, because he knows about it from you. it keeps everything going right, ensures there are no questions or concerns, low risk.
he can’t really disallow you a boy-toy, but he isn’t fucking happy about it either. you’ve always been private, kind of the princess sibling due to how roman has always been the brat — he just made you look like the perfect, sweet and caring sibling by contrast, though that isn’t really the case when you’re with him. you only could be yourself with him for a long time, until you made friends of your own and of course, found some freak to slobber over, likely once you went to college and he went off all the way to uni southcal.
but he plays the guilt trip of course. “You’re fucking — sucking some rando’s dick while I’m having a panic attack on the west coast, how’s that supposed to make me feel?” it makes you feel bad, he’s very successful at doing that, knows what buttons to push. so you visit him more often, and he doesn’t correct the people in his classes that ask if you’re “that girlfriend he talked about having”. you are, and as long as you don’t say your last name, you can almost pretend it’s normal here.
you’re part of each other by being part of the same system — shared fucking nutrients and now sharing each other. roman finds it romantic, thinks it’s some kind of romeo-juliet thing that you have to hide it, probably considers it similar to a ‘childhood friend’ trope. you figured out everything together. you’ve never had anyone know you, your body, what you think, what you like — like your brother does. you don’t think about it explicitly, but whenever you kiss or fuck someone else, you’re comparing it to him. roman does think about it explicitly, and he’s the one who really forces you to acknowledge it — maybe by fucking you in the room near your boyfriend at the time. “He fuck you like this? Or do you just quickie and get it over with. No making loooove for sissy, she’s too cool to show love with anyone but her brother, right? You think you’re such a big girl until you come crawling back to my fuckin’ — bed, in your little pink pajamas. We’ve played this game before, you can’t lie.”
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