#they sent it to the groupchat the three of them share
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i-eat-mold · 3 months ago
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I am eating your sketch refs of teen skk
they are yummy and very scrumptious
apologies they are GONE now but nom nom nom
NO MY CHILDREN
i had to draw this so quickly on my phone but you don’t understand i HAD to. so here’s a snack for you my guy
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they sent this to mori
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dwaekkicidal · 13 days ago
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𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: 'Sweetheart' ༄࿔ B.C. & Y.J.
⤷ Spit Roasting | Brat Taming  |  Manhandling
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♱ word count: ~4k (i dont wanna talk about it.)
♱ warnings: *inhales* fem!reader, threesome, frat leader! Chan and frat boy! Jeongin, reader is a teeny bit of a brat, brat taming, some fingering, unprotected p in v, rough sex, light system mentioned but not used, spit roasting/eiffel towering, manhandling, mention of deepthroating, 2 "good girl"s, choking, impact play (1 face slap and like 1 spank), big cock channie AND soft-hard dom channie? (hard to explain but act surprised.), squirting, mention of sharing with other members of the frat (its only the rest of skz in the frat but specifically mean dom minho is named), jeongin films you with his phone and says hes gonna send it to the frat groupchat lol… i think thats it? Idk this was a fever dream
♱ notes: pov: sian getting carried away when she enjoys writing something. also the urge to make this a series is so strong...
mostly proofread, but may be some mistakes/inconsistencies
Kinktober Schedule
DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!
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“Y/N… Can you uh…” Jeongin clears his throat and rubs his face with both hands as if trying to keep his composure. “Can I have a cup of water?” You smile and nod, standing on your feet and walking out of your room to get him some water. Once you closed the door behind you, after telling them you’d bring some snacks too, Jeongin looked over to his friend desperately.
“Hyung. I am… not your strongest soldier.” The comment in itself was enough to make Chan burst out laughing, but he tried not to grab too much attention so he chose to snicker into his arm instead.
“Breathe man.” Chan laughed and leaned back on his arms, stretching and taking some breaths himself. “I’m not fairing that well either haha… I don’t think she even realizes what she’s doing.”
The most popular frat’s leader, Chan, and his youngest junior, Jeongin, are in your bedroom. And you, unfortunately, had agreed to tutor them after one long day in the library. They had the other 6 members with them and you were particularly stressed from preparing for a final later that day, so you arguably weren’t very clear-minded when you agreed to it.
Nonetheless, you kept your word and, after exchanging numbers with Chan, you sent them your address as well as a list of what days and times were best. It surprisingly wasn’t hard to find a time that worked for all three of you, and the study date was quickly decided. When the day came and you got a knock on your door and you opened it still in your pajamas, both sides were shocked at what they saw.
They had never seen any skin other than your arms, and sometimes your legs on the rare occasion that you wore a skirt. So when they were met with you in a crop top tank top and short shorts, they felt something awaken in them. Jeongin even more so, considering he had a secret little crush on you that only his frat knew about.
And you were surprised because you had completely forgotten that you agreed to tutor them. But considering they had already seen your outfit, you hadn’t bothered to change out of it. Which ultimately led to your current situation: your notebooks and their textbooks spread across your floor alongside them, with their painful bulges hidden underneath their hoodies.
You return only 15 minutes later with 4 bottles of water and a big plate of bagel bites. Both men drop everything instantly and lunge for the plate, taking it from you to “help” you carry everything, but in reality just so they can demolish the food. You smile and shake your head endearingly, a little too entertained by the childish action.
Through their fiending, Chan still offers you the plate many times and makes sure they leave enough for you to eat as well. Then, once both are satisfied and calmed down a little bit, they allow you to continue the lesson. Everything goes well for another 30 minutes until a slip-up happens with your wardrobe.
Chan notices first, and he feels his fingers twitching when you lean forward to point out something to Jeongin. You slightly lean over him in the process and the hand to hold yourself up rests right beside his thigh. The size difference between his thigh and your hand is enough to make his mind wander, but then he watches very closely as the strap of your tank top slowly falls down your shoulder from the new position.
Jeongin himself feels his own composure completely break at his sight. You leaning close to his face was enough to get him flustered, but the sight of your tank top strap slowly falling makes his cock twitch. Then, as if to add insult to injury, you shift just the slightest amount and your tank top loosens around your torso until it now hovers below your chest, giving him a good view of your tits, and a very slight view of your nipple.
Jeongin’s breath catches in his throat and he snaps his head to his eldest brother. “Hyung..” You hear it and look up at them curiously. The redness in their faces gives away that something happened, but it doesn’t hit you until Chan calls your name breathlessly and tugs at your fallen strap. Both men look at you with dark eyes and you feel your heart skip a beat when you realize that you just flashed 2 members of the most popular frat in the fucking state.
“Uh… Sorry… I didn’t realize-” You quickly fix your posture and your strap, wrapping your arms around your chest and trying to hide it from them. Chan chuckles and looks you up and down, making your face flush even harder.
“It’s ok, baby. But I think we’ve done enough studying today. I think you should help us with something else now.” He leans forward and grabs your arms, tearing them away from your chest and helping you to your feet. He leads you to the bed, leaving Jeongin in awe on the floor left to do nothing but watch the situation unfold.
“You’re so pretty, Y/N-nie…” He starts once he softly pushes you to sit down. He brings one of his veiny hands to your cheek, rubbing his thumb against it soothingly as he talks, “You’ve helped us so much already, but there’s one more thing we both need from you if that’s ok?” His gaze is strong but comforting as he checks for consent, and you find yourself nodding quietly despite the butterflies in your stomach.
Jeongin rises to his feet eagerly, taking a seat next to you and immediately leaning into you, resting his hand on your lower back. He leans into your neck and breathes in the scent of your body wash, sighing into your ear at the way it makes his cock twitch. Chan laughs and uses the hand on your cheek to lean your head to the side for the younger man.
“Help us and we’ll help you, okay baby?” You nod and look up at him under your lashes, moaning quietly from the lips that latch themselves on your neck. “You gotta tell us what you like and don’t like though, yeah?”
“Mkay…” Your eyes flutter shut and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning when Jeongin bites down on your neck, his other hand now resting on your inner thigh and squeezing it.
“Can we be rough with you?” You nod. “Haha… Yeah? Can we smack you around a little too?” Your eyes snap open and you nod eagerly when your eyes meet. He smirks and bites his lip, the hand on your cheek sneaking its thumb into your mouth. He opens his mouth to tell you to suck but moans quietly when you do it on your own.
“Good girl…” His eyes flicker down to Jeongin, and the smile on his face widens when he asks the next question. “Wanna get Eiffel Towered? Jeonginnie here is a bit eager with it, he might fuck you silly, but I’m a little too big for you to take this soon. Don’t wanna hurt you just yet.” He winks at the last sentence and pushes his thumb against your tongue.
When you nod, his body visibly bristles and he removes his finger in favor of tugging at the hem of your shorts, silently asking if he can take them off. You don’t bother replying and just lift your hips, just enough for him to pull them off along with your panties. You gasp when Jeongin’s hand immediately returns to your thigh, this time kneading the fat just an inch or two from where you need them the most.
Chan takes a seat opposite of Jeongin, on the other side of you, and rests his hand on the inner thigh of your other leg. He pulls it apart from the one Jeongin was squeezing and the younger man, despite being distracted with your neck, catches on and spreads you open.
You’re exposed to them both and, for the first time since he sat down, Jeongin releases your neck to take in the sight of your pussy. He sighs to himself and rests his forehead against your temple as he finally trails his fingers higher, ghosting them through your wet folds.
Your legs kick and Chan tightens his grip on your leg when Jeongin immediately sinks two long fingers into your hole, curling them off the bat and overwhelming you in all the right ways. Chan’s hand hooks your leg over his lap and moves to roughly play with your clit as Jeongin starts fingering you. He even leans down, craning his neck to land kisses all over your chest.
He lets up on your clit for just a second so he can tug your tank top under both of your tits, giving him better access. Then, he goes back to rubbing rough circles as his mouth ventures lower to your nipple. Your jaw drops and you lean back on your hands as you let them play with you freely, thoroughly enjoying all the attention.
Your moans are quiet and shaky, egging them on further as they work your body towards an orgasm. Chan is busy harshly sucking your left nipple as Jeongin speaks up for the first time in a while, his breath fanning your neck and making you shiver.
“You look so hot… Does this feel good, honey?” He curls his fingers up, digging his fingertips on the very edge of your g-spot.
“Jeongin… up more please-“ You whine and look at him desperately. He listens and shoves his fingers deeper, now angling them perfectly into your g-spot. You respond by furrowing your eyebrows and throwing your head back with a loud moan.
“Haha. There?”
“Uh-huh…” Chan laughs at your response and removes his fingers from your clit, nudging Jeongin away at the same time. You whine at the loss and fix your neck to look between them. “W-Why?”
Chan doesn’t answer and pulls you to your feet, yanking your tank top over your head. He places a kiss on each of your tits before kissing his way up to your neck, then stopping at your lips where he pushes his onto yours. You start to wrap your hands around his neck only to be spun around and held in place by Jeongin.
Jeongin pulls you into him and bites down on the opposite side of your neck that he had marked earlier as you faintly hear Chan undressing behind you. It’s only then that you notice the hardness pushing against your thigh and the bareness of the man in front of you. You wrap your hand around his dick and stroke him eagerly while he sucks more hickies into your skin.
Once Chan undresses fully, he crawls up your bed and rests on his knees near your pillows. Jeongin glances over at the older man and reluctantly pulls away, turning you back around and shoving you onto your hands and knees on your bed.
You grunt at the roughness but are given no time to react further as Chan drags you up the bed. You come face to face with his cock; hard, veiny, and an angry red. Your jaw drops and you look up at him to see a smirk plastered on his face. Yeah… you need him in you.
“Told you I was big, baby girl.” You whine and wrap your hand around him, placing a kiss on his tip as you revel in the sheer weight of him. “‘M not trying to break you today. Maybe next time, yeah?” You nod and his thumb pulls at your bottom lip. He doesn’t need to say anything else because you obey his command before it even leaves his lips.
Your lips wrap around him as the bed dips behind you, but you’re too enamored by his cock to pay the other man any mind. Chan moans loudly and tangles his fingers in your hair as Jeongin, now kneeling behind you, slides his tip through your folds a few times. “Ready?” He huffs out impatiently, but not wanting to force anything. He gets what he wants as soon as the question leaves his mouth because you push your hips back and grind against him.
The action causes his tip to slip into you for a split second and it’s all it takes for him to lose his composure. He curses and digs his fingers into your hips, holding you in place as he shoves his entire length into you at once. You moan around Chan, making him also moan out at the vibrations of your throat. The hand in your hair tightens as Jeongin finds a frantic pace that also fucks you onto Chan’s cock simultaneously.
It's almost brutal the way Jeongin’s hips slam against yours. Even his balls find a way to smack against your folds and it brings your orgasm even closer than before. Your body is still wound up from them playing with your pussy, and you can’t control the constant clenching it provides to the younger of the two. He moans loudly and his hips stutter at a particularly tight hold from you.
“Shit. You’re clenching me like crazy, honey. Gonna cum already?” Your hand tightens around Chan’s base and you moan around him, nodding as best as you can with him half down your throat.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Your eyes snap up to meet Chan’s and he stares back sternly, eyes narrowing. A whine leaves your throat subconsciously and he immediately shakes his head, standing his ground. The hand in your hair loosens slightly as you pull off of him, and you have to plead through your moans to get your point across.
“Please! I can’t hold it…” His hand leaves your hair completely and grabs onto your chin instead, roughly pulling you up to sit upright.
“I said no, so you’re not allowed to cum yet.”
He squeezes your cheeks and holds you in place as Jeongin’s thrusts speed up. He’s desperate to chase his own orgasm, and he doesn’t spare a thought to your struggle. He’s fucking into you so fast that your eyes flutter open and closed almost constantly. Chan’s eyes stay on your face the whole time, and the second he sees you go slack-jawed, he growls.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The eager cock constantly pummeling your insides was too much, especially at this new angle, but the sheer anger in his voice made some sick part of you happy, inadvertently cursing you to cum. Quiet grunts follow loud moans as you cum, and Jeongin fucks you through it, using your tightness to milk himself dry.
Chan allowed Jeongin to use you to ride out his orgasm up until the second he pulled out. Then he snatched you from under him and flipped you onto your back under himself. Jeongin laughed somewhere behind you at the aggressiveness and you swore you could hear your heart beating out your ass.
“Something tells me you know about the light system.”
Chan’s face was painted with anger, and you could feel that anger seep into the way he slapped his cock onto your used folds. You stayed quiet, a part of you wondering how far you could push him, and you got the reaction you wanted when his hand came down on your thigh when you still didn’t answer. You gasp and clench around nothing. Then, he waits only a few more seconds until you nod your head repeatedly, giving him the answer he wanted. You try to rise slightly to rest on your elbows, but Chan shoves you backward with a tsk.
“Good. Use it, yeah?”
He sinks himself into you before he can finish his own sentence, and you both hiss at the intrusion. He’s definitely bigger than Jeongin, maybe just as long, but the girth of him is enough to have your head spinning already. Your nails dig into the sheets as he shoves inch by inch into you, not slow enough to let you stretch properly, but slow enough to make you grow impatient. He’s not even bottomed out all the way before he’s stopping. Part of you is thankful because you can already feel him in your stomach, but the other side of you wants it all.
“Baby. Give it a second.” You whine and thrash your head around, doing everything in your power to push yourself back onto him. Chan sighs annoyedly and digs his fingertips into your hips to hold you still. Before he has to move another muscle the bed dips and a set of long fingers tightly squeeze your throat.
“Play nice for Channie, Y/N. It’s one thing to piss him off, but it’s another to piss us both off.” Jeongin leans down to whisper in your ear, but Chan still catches onto it. He also catches onto the way your walls flutter around his cock at the implication, and he realizes what the two of them have gotten into.
“Who would’ve thought the school’s resident good girl is a fucking brat.” He chuckles and talks under his breath. Jeongin snickers to himself and backs his face away to watch Chan plant his hands on either side of your waist in order to lean forward. 
“Aren’t I right? Your little pussy really liked the thought of pissing us both off.”
Your lips turn into a fine line and you look at him incredulously, lips slightly downturned. Then, as if to dig your own grave, your gaze drops from him and you stare off to the right. He follows your gaze curiously and he can feel the vein in his forehead pop out when you find more interest in your ceiling fan. His tongue pokes into his cheek and he digs his hands farther into your mattress.
“Yeah, nah. That’s fine.” His hips reel back and slam forward again, this time forcing the rest of his length into you. Your demeanor falters and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth to try and keep quiet. You’re bad at hiding it though, and the way your eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper with each thrust gives you away. Both men laugh at the sight of you struggling to stay defiant, and Jeongin finally loosens his hold on your neck in favor of sneaking that hand down to pinch your nipple.
Chan’s hips are bruising, more so than Jeongin’s, as he doesn’t hesitate to hold back. Now that he has a better idea of what you like, he’s not afraid to give you everything. His movements prove that further as he pulls out almost all the way just to sink in fully, and repeating the action constantly all while going fast enough to render you brainless. 
When that stubbornness finally gives out and your gaze falls between your legs, your whole body shakes at the sight of his thick cock entering your body. Your eyes slowly trail up, taking in the sweat dripping from his stomach and then the redness that has taken over his chest and his neck. Your eyes finally reach his and he smiles at you sinisterly. “You done?” He tilts his head playfully and rolls his hips deeply, making your eyes squeeze closed for a moment.
“Ff… Fuck you.”
His hips come to a stop and you swear you can see his lips twitch.
“Yeah…?” It comes out quiet and alongside a breathy, in disbelief, laugh. Your lips part to say another snarky comment and his hand comes down on your cheek, rendering you speechless. Your body tenses up and you clench tightly around him. He definitely didn’t miss the way you moaned at it either.
“C’mon, pretty. Be good for me.” His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes it tightly, cutting off some of your airflow. It makes your head spin, especially when his hips start moving again. He’s trying to convince you to play nice before he forces you to. But he realizes real quick that it just isn’t working. And you, instead, just furrow your eyebrows and dig your nails into the forearm of the hand that’s choking you. He grunts and releases your neck, this time wrapping both his hands around the underside of your knees. He pushes them up until you’re folded in half and your knees are by your ears.
“Ah! C-Chan!”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name~” Jeongin sits up on his knees and replaces Chan’s hands with his own, using some of his own body weight to hold your legs down. Now that he’s able to use his hands freely, Chan uses the thumb on one of his hands to spread your pussy lips open for him, giving him a better view of his cock splitting you open.
“Shit! Wait you’re- mmmmfuck! You’re too deep, Chan!” Your hands push against his stomach to try and push him out, but he shoves your hands away with his other hand. That same hand comes down on the side of your ass, making Chan sigh dreamily as your walls squeeze him so snuggly.
“This pretty pussy fits me so well baby. Want me to cum inside and make you ours? ‘Wanna be our frat’s pretty little sweetheart?” He moans loudly at the thought, and then once again when you nod and look up at him with teary eyes. Jeongin himself smirks at the thought and hovers his face over yours.
“That bratty little attitude of yours will get fucked out the window, honey. We got a looot of meanies over there. Minho-hyung will have a lot of fun with you.” Your eyes squeeze shut, already knowing who Minho was and hearing stories about how he was in bed. Most girls agree on the same two words: animalistic and straight-up mean.
“I should film Channie-hyung fucking you like this and send it to the group chat. Maybe even tell them we got ourselves a little toy. What do you think, hyung?” You hear the ding of his phone starting a recording and you’re cumming before you realize it; gushing around Chan and causing loud squelching noises to fill the room.
Chan laughs with his chest and his whole body shakes as he cums, his hands squeezing the flesh of your hips as he bottoms out one final time to cum deep inside. He doesn’t need to fuck you through his orgasm thanks to the way your walls continue to clench around him, almost suffocating him with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
You squeal when he finally slides out of you, every vein on his cock making you even more overly sensitive. Jeongin giggles and slides next to you on the bed, pulling you into his chest and running his hands down your back. Chan leans forward and places a kiss on your temple before swiftly leaving the room, stating he’s just going to get a washcloth to clean you off.
“You okay?” Jeongin kisses your neck softly and trails his kisses to the corner of your mouth. You hum and let your eyes become lidded, heavy with exhaustion. He can see it in your face and he coos, “You can sleep. Channie and I will take care of everything.” He smiles sweetly and tucks your hair behind your head, trying to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead too.
You hadn’t planned on any of this happening, but his fingers ghosting along your arms and all over your back are all too convincing as they urge your eyes to close. In seconds, you’re falling asleep to the feeling of Jeongin caressing your body and his lips repeatedly pushing against your cheek.
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alchemistc · 5 months ago
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too many toasters | bucktommy 1/1
Tommy contemplates asking Buck to move in with him.
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He's reorganizing a cupboard to make room for the massive crockpot he'd found for a steal at an estate sale (thinking of the stew he wants to make for Evan the next time the Santa Ana's are chasing at their heels) when he notices.
Evan's protein powder, still balanced on top of the fridge because he's hesitant to claim the spot Tommy had cleared for him weeks ago.
Evan's spare immersion blender, brought over because he'd seen Tommy's old-school espresso maker and wanted to try his hand at foam art. Unsuccessfully, considering both of them were avoiding cows milk at the moment.
The spare set of Jeep keys looped next to the garage door, which Evan hadn't asked him to return after Tommy changed his oil, and Tommy had taken to touching on his way out of the house like a wife stroking a token of her husband far off in a foreign country fighting a war.
In the living room, the blanket over the couch is tucked and folded in a way Tommy can never replicate and doesn't try, because he likes the look of it, hanging neatly over the arm of the loveseat.
In the garden, a second set of gloves, too unwieldy for anything but pulling thick weeds.
In the bathroom, the mouthwash Evan swears by tucked next to Tommy's aftershave in the medicine cabinet.
In the bedroom, two hoodies Tommy has stolen and stretched out the shoulders of - a flavored lube in the bedside table drawer that they'd both laughed themselves silly about after one use and Tommy hadn't had the heart to toss in the trash the next morning - three department issue tee's folded neatly in his wardrobe that Evan outgrew years ago and has retrofitted for sleepwear - a book on the bloody history of the potato on top of the ancient PS4 setup Tommy still hasn't moved to the living room.
And more - Tommy can picture them all in his mind clear as day, and his heart lurches fondly, warningly, in his chest.
They’ve settled somewhere between normal and warp speed, now that the early relationship milestones have all been blown clean out of the water. Spare keys exchanged, controversial sexual fantasies shared, shovel talks mostly avoided by the sheer power of dry wit and matching bitchiness, I love you’s exchanged beneath a hazy crescent moon with half a bottle of Merlot drunk between them and the wisteria hanging off his pergola tickling their noses. Tommy counts the time Evan had let him throw the Jeep up on the lift so he could do a full diagnostic rundown, and Evan counts the time Tommy let him Facetime with his nephew in Reno. Milestones, common and uncommon, that Tommy had stumbled through with a hand clenched in Evan’s, absolutely prepared to match both speed and psychosis.
He’s met the parents, at more than just a passing glance with his face covered in the same soot that painted a radius around Evan’s mouth. He’s fully integrated into the 118’s groupchats - every iteration, though he’s fond of the Maddie-Karen-Athena combo that never fails to go for the throat where station fuckery is involved.
They’ve done the stupid zodiac quizzes Tommy’s sister had sent him, Evan curled into the circle of his arms and ignoring the barrage of texts he’d gotten from Maddie after he’d asked her what time of day he’d been born, grinning into the skin of Tommy’s pec at the readout and then promptly reminding Tommy that neither one of them believed in that shit, anyway.
They’ve talked about the future — for themselves, individually, for the possibility with a partner. For each other, if (when, Tommy’s heart whispers) they make a good run of things.
Evan’s lease is up in a month.
They haven’t talked about it.
He only knows because Eddie had mentioned it, about as subtle as a bullhorn, before Tommy had to stop him from gossiping about all the missteps Evan’s had with living with significant others in the past.
(”There are things about Evan I should hear from Evan first,” Tommy had told him, a little more stern than he’d been going for, enough to make Eddie visibly swallow down a barrage of thinly veiled disdain for Evan’s exes.)
Evan hasn’t brought it up, but Tommy knows a little , enough to piece together why he might be reluctant to broach the subject.
But as Tommy shifts the popcorn maker into a corner and removes the toaster he’s been tinkering with to no avail for six months now, crockpot sliding in without so much as a rustle from the other kitchenware stuffed in there, he thinks about the recent quiet that has swallowed him whole on nights when they just can’t quite make the revolving door of their disparate schedules work. He thinks of the times he’s pushed through the door to Evan’s loft, dead on his feet and world-weary after a patient arrived at the helipad DOA — of the sound of his voice falling into a tangent easing something inside Tommy even though his joints and his heart were both still aching.
He thinks of the way Evan looks, toothpaste on the corners of his lips because he’s had a thought halfway through brushing that couldn’t wait the extra forty-five seconds to be heard. He thinks of the way he hates washing his sheets between visits, now, because he doesn’t like losing the faint scent of Evan’s shampoo on the pillowcase.
Tommy closes the cabinet and makes a beeline for the jug of protein powder sitting on top of his fridge. Opens the cabinet door above it and shifts the jug back into the spot he’d assigned it weeks ago.
“Right,” he says, out loud, into the silence of the house.
The house sighs back at him.
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Tommy is incredibly good at stifling the part of himself that enjoys rom-coms more than any other genre of fiction. He’s had years, decades, to push his soft sighs down below his diaphragm where they can’t hurt him.
Evan appreciates how little fanfare there’s been to most of their firsts. The lack of pressure, the ease with which they’ve approached things that they’d both previously considered watershed moments.
He considers texting Eddie to ask him if Evan has mentioned anything about re-upping his lease. Tosses that thought aside almost immediately, because he can already see the snarky response: There are things about Buck you should hear from Buck first.
He nearly reaches out to Bobby, before he remembers Bobby’s soft smile, a month and a half ago, while Evan carted a squealing Jee-Yun around Hen and Karen’s backyard, his gentle smile when Tommy had handed him a club soda and lime. (”You know, I never thought I’d see Buck settle in to something he doesn’t need a pep talk about,” Bobby had said, and something had unfurled in Tommy like a delicate flower reaching for the sun.) He could. It’s stupid to think Bobby wouldn’t be happy to talk to Tommy about something like this — but there’s a quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him this is something he needs to figure out for himself.
In the end, he keeps it simple. Just enough romance to maybe give Evan a heads up. Two nights after shoving Evan’s protein power where it belongs, Tommy tells him to dress slightly more than casual, picks him up in the Nova he’s been fixing up for three months, drives him up the PCH until the sun is low on the horizon. They watch the clouds spark up in pinks and purples, the sea reflecting colors back, and then Tommy gets them burgers and beers, and they walk them off in the twilight, shoes in their hands as they drift along the sun-warm sand.
Evan points out a cloud that he swears looks like the tree in the front yard of the house he grew up in, and Tommy seizes the moment, shifts the slim box from his back pocket while Evan is turned away. It’s nearly too dark, and they should probably have turned back for the car twenty minutes ago, but Evan has a step count he likes to meet when he won’t be at the gym for a few days, and they’ve got plans for a long weekend.
Tommy takes a deep breath when Evan turns back to look at him. His breath tumbles out in a rush when he catches sight of the box. “It’s not a ring,” Tommy tells him, cringing, hyperaware all of the sudden that Evan would absolutely know that just by the size and shape of the box.
Evan tilts back on his heels. There is a gentle grin on his face — the one he had five seconds before Tommy told him he loved him, the one he wore the first time Tommy threw one of his hoodies on in the chill of the loft and raised the cuffs surreptitiously to his nose, the one Tommy sees every time he presses a kiss to the pink mark over Evan’s brow.
Like he knows.
Like he’s been waiting on Tommy to catch up.
“You could have just said something yourself,” Tommy notes, with a hint of sass, as the picture comes into focus. “You didn’t have to send Eddie in to drop hints.”
Evan bites his lip. “Is that for me?” That cloud looks like the tree outside my childhood home, my ass.
Cheeky. God, Tommy loves him. “Could be.”
Evan crab-hands his way forward, and Tommy shifts his weight back just enough that he misses, in the growing dark. There’s a little helicopter on the keyring he’d bought, no key attached because Evan already has that, and it’s so sappy he’s bound to get half a dozen teasing texts about it the very first time someone at the 118 clocks it. Tommy doesn’t care.
Evan shifts his weight back, drops his hands to his sides. Tommy can see the moon reflecting off the water in the sparkle of his eyes. “Ask me,” Evan says, and Tommy leans in to kiss him, instead.
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Tommy finds no less than six of his henley’s in the depths of Evan’s closet while they’re paring down the parts of his wardrobe he doesn’t wear anymore. Rather than comment on it, he folds them neatly and adds them to the keep pile.
The Buckley’s, always deciding to be overbearing at the worst of times, try to buy them a new mattress when they hear through the grapevine that Evan is moving.
Chimney spends a week giving Tommy shit about the keyring, and Tommy retaliates by buying Jee a toy copter that lights up, makes noise, and can manage to hover off the ground just at ankle height.
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“We have four toasters,” Evan comments. They’ve spent an entire three days off unpacking, the both of them unsettled by the idea of leaving boxes stacked around the house, or in the spare room (Thank you, Eddie, for that shared trauma response).
He’s shirtless, rubbing a serum into his skin as Tommy settles in on his side of the bed, soft pink lips parted, favoring his good leg a little. Tommy’s already reaching for the massage oil by the time Evan has finished his thankfully simple skincare routine. Tommy needs to upgrade his stock medicine cabinet, if Evan is going to continue stockpiling a backup of both of their respective skin and hair products.
He waves the bottle of massage oil at Evan when he moves towards the bed, and something eases in Evan’s expression — the reminder that Tommy pays such close attention to him always enough to turn him a bit gooey, and Tommy has never used it for evil, but he could, if he wanted to. “Do you want to get comfortable to sleep, or is this going to make you horny again?”
Evan grins, bright and wide, a little mischievous as he tilts his head and cocks a hip. Down to his briefs, there’s not much left to Tommy’s imagination.
“Not my fault you’ve got magic hands.”
“I’m merely trying to perform a service for my partner who has been moving boxes up and down stairs for a week and a half.”
“I’ll perform a service on you,” Evan rebuttals, tongue between his teeth, and the muscles in Tommy’s groin tighten on instinct, more than anything else.
“Three out of ten for cheesiness. I’ll give you six overall for sticking the landing.”
“That’s at least an eight and you know it,” Evan argues, the side-sleeper knee pillow already out from under the bed and propping up his leg as he shifts to get comfortable.
Tommy doesn’t warm the dollop of oil in his hand before he slides his palm up Evan’s thigh, and Evan makes a noise halfway between a squeak and a snort. He shoots Tommy a bratty look that Tommy wants to devour, but —
He warms a much more generous pour of oil between his palms before he slowly searches out the deepest knots with gentle fingers, and Evan sighs, eyes tipping closed as Tommy works. His dick twitches in his briefs, but Tommy ignores it, for the time being.
They’ll have time for it later.
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kozmicmizuu · 1 year ago
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at this point expect random lil senecios and headcanons just popping up 😔🫶
also is it obvious i have a favorite trio????
(a lil uzuigiyuu, rengiyuu, uzuren, actually just put three together uzurengiyuu)
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Kyojuro: Tengen doesn’t deserve you.
Kyojuro: If they don't treat you right by now, you're gone.
Giyuu: I'm gone.
Kyojuro: Now go chop their dick off!
Kyojuro: sapnu puaS.
Tengen : What??
Giyuu: What language is that.
Kyojuro: Turn your phone 180 degrees.
*Kyojuro was removed from the groupchat*
Giyuu: Kyojuro, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?
Kyojuro, naked in Giyuu's bed: No, I absolutely do not.
Giyuu, already taking off their clothes: ... Me neither.
Tengen : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?
Giyuu: Nope, there's 26.
Tengen : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.
Giyuu: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.
Tengen : You'll get the D later ;).
Giyuu: No.
Giyuu: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.
Kyojuro: Don’t preach to me about romance, Giyuu. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.
Giyuu: I know, i was there and so was Tengen.
Kyojuro: Oh yeah.
Kyojuro: What are you in the mood for?
Giyuu: World domination.
Kyojuro: That's a bit ambitious.
Giyuu: You are my world.
Kyojuro: Aww...
Giyuu:
Kyojuro:
Giyuu:
Kyojuro: OH.
Giyuu: My bad…
Giyuu: We need a diversion. I say Kyojuro gets naked.
Tengen : No.
Giyuu: I could get naked.
The squad: NO!!!
Tengen: I mean… if you really want to-
Kyojuro: NO DONT THATS ONLY FOR US TO SEE
Giyuu: WHAT
Kyojuro: There. How do I look?
Giyuu: Like a cheap French harlot.
Kyojuro: French?!
Tengen: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
Kyojuro: Of course we would, right Giyuu?
Giyuu: Yeah, i mean we already kinda are.
Kyojuro: What’s your body count?
Giyuu: Do you mean sex or murder?
Kyojuro: I hate the fact that i have to specify which one im taking about.
Kyojuro: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Giyuu: What’s up your ass this morning??
Tengen : *walks in* ...Hey.
Giyuu: Hmm… nevermind.
Kyojuro: WAIT NO
Giyuu: *sucking on a popsicle*
Kyojuro: Pfft, you practicing for when Tengen gets here?
Giyuu: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*
Kyojuro: *Concern*
Giyuu: don’t worry he’s into that.
Kyojuro: Oh ok- WAIT WHAT
Giyuu: look Tengen , I'm not slut shaming you but...
Giyuu: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.
Tengen: SHUT THE FUCK UP
Giyuu: What did Tengen do this time?
Kyojuro: More like WHO did Tengen do this time?
Giyuu: *Nodding in agreement*
Tengen : I like your top, Kyojuro!
Giyuu: I have a name, you know.
Kyojuro: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.
Giyuu: I thought is was funny ngl.
Tengen : Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.
Kyojuro, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.
Giyuu: Wow, Tengen was late too! What a coincidence!
Giyuu: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.
Tengen : Wow, I've gotta hear this.
Giyuu: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.
Tengen : You forgot pride.
Giyuu: No, I'm pretty proud of this.
Giyuu: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Tengen :
Tengen : I'm gonna tell them.
Kyojuro: Don't you dare.
Tengen : Who do we know that has handcuffs?
Giyuu: Well Kyojuro and I-
Kyojuro: *elbows Giyuu*
Giyuu: ...wouldn't know.
Tengen: Damn i didn’t think you’d be kinky Kyo!
Kyojuro: Why single me out!?
Tengen: Quiet people are always kinky.
Giyuu: Nuh uh
Kyojuro: Bonjour, Giyuu. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?
Giyuu: No, I don't want to sleep with you.
Kyojuro: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.
Giyuu: Know why I called you in here?
Tengen : Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.
Giyuu: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?
Tengen , with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.
Giyuu: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
Kyojuro, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!
Tengen , not looking up from their book: Really? Giyuu, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.
Giyuu: I thought we were having a sleepover..
Kyojuro, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Giyuu: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Giyuu: Here you go.
Kyojuro:
Giyuu:
Tengen : Why am I here?
Giyuu: I’m so funny.
*At a speed dating event*
Tengen : Oh wow, people are really shallow.
Giyuu: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate?
Tengen : *Checks their pulse* Sorry, not yet.
Giyuu: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.
Tengen: Again?
Giyuu: Being a medium is an experience.
Giyuu: Do you think sex without love is a sin?
Tengen : If it is, I’ll see you in hell.
Kyojuro: Why are you two like this?
Tengen : Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.
Giyuu: Go to church.
Giyuu: WAIT—
Giyuu: Oh look who got laid last night.
Kyojuro: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!
Tengen : Heh, Giyuu sneezes like a girl.
Giyuu: How about I pound you like boy?
Giyuu: That didn’t come out right.
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Sigh i’m not well, but i love them sm. They are severely out of character but that makes funny. that’s there dynamic now fr fr. Don’t worry they can wholesome.
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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year ago
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Who in the Gotei 13 abuses emojis and how
The Groupchat Crimes of the Gotei-13:
Yamamoto: responds everything with an inscrutable "😎 👍". Announcing your engagement? 😎 👍 Telling him there is a scheduling conflict? 😎 👍 The seireitei is being invaded? 😎 👍 Tonkatasu Tuesday at 6:30 tonight? 😎 👍
Sasakibe: Endlessly persnickety about grammar. Despite having the fact that grammar is fluid and changes with context and what many of the new conventions mean explained to him, a total lack of punctuation to create an informal tone will make him literally foam at the mouth like a rabid boar.
Soi Fon: refuses to relegate fun facts about hornets to the #bugs channel, including unspoilered images of what assorted stings will do to human flesh.
Yoruichi: nudes in the SFW channels
Rose: 🌹���️🌹 brackets his messages with emoji chains like quotation marks 🌹❤️🌹
Kira: vent posting/generally being a miserable little shit in the general channel
Retsu: consistently forgets to spoiler medical gore, keeps sharing medical "Fun" facts that give people nightmares.
Isane: "Hey guys, I need some advice on how to deal with *insane situation literally nobody that ever experienced before*"
Hanataro: unironically posting scorpions and venomous snakes to the cute animals channel
Shinji: ti xif ton lliw/tonnac dna segassem sih lla desrever wohemoS
Momo: crying for real about how cute the animals in the cute animals chat are
Hiyori: destroying things in rage about how cute the animals in the cute animals chat are.
Byakuya: Signs all his messages, as this is is official Gotei-13 correspondence. -from the desk of Captain Kuchiki Byakuya
Renji: no caps no punctuation no worries
Komamura: spent three *months* pretending to be friends with a pair of rural veterinarians and getting people emotionally involved in the saga of them trying to cure a mystery chicken affliction before finally ending his shaggy dog story with an ATROCIOUS pun.
Iba: unappealing thirst traps.
Shunsui: keeps falling for and linking obviously false clickbait articles.
Nanao: digging up literally decades-old drama
Tousen: setting his text color to match the background color to fuck with people.
Shuuhei: normal messages sent from bizarre locations "-sent from the secret downstairs microwave" "-sent from the captain general's iPhone" "-sent from Massachusetts"
Matsumoto: 💕 Putting ❤️ emoji 💋 between ❤️ every 😘 word ❤️ for 💋 the ❤️ aesthetic 💕
Hitsugaya: 2AM post @ing everyone of a single inscrutable emoji such as "🦆". Claims to have no memory of making this
Kenpachi: ALL CAPS LOCK ALL THE TIME NO PUNCTUATION ALSO FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE THE YELLING BUTTON LOUDER
Ikkaku: figured out how to use image-editing software specifically to make bespoke image macros at astonishing speed so he always has a meme on hand, including the infamous Zaraki Caused Another Bisexual Awakening Counter aka "GOT ANOTHER ONE LADS!!" meme.
Yumichika: ✨ 🦚 ✨ Worst 💙 possible 🪩 combination 💙 of 🪩 Rose 💙 and 🪩 Matsumoto 💙 quirks ✨🦚✨
Yachiru: Pink Text
Mayuri: immediately silenced all notifications from the Groupchat, forgot it exists
Nemu: Tracks Groupchat statistics and presentation them quarterly like a thesis defense and/or stockholders meeting.
Urahara: keeps finding obviously false clickbait articles to send to Shunsui
Ukitake: you can directly track how much Percocet he's on by how colorful, emoji ��� filled and ✨ WhImSiClE 🐟 🐟 hIs 💻 TeXtInG 💻 sTyLe 🐟 🐟 GeTS ✨
Rukia: signs her texts like Byakuya, but "-sent from Lieutenant Rukia 🐰 Kuchiki "
Harmless, until somehow her medical records appear under "Rukia Usagi Kuchiki" like she has a middle name.
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archangeldyke-all · 5 months ago
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Hey Angel :D I'm not dead 😋!!
For my ask; what about modern sev with a little shit that couldn't give a damn about consequences Like imagine after like idk they play soccer or some shit and before they get in the car they yell at a kid like "YOUR AIM WAS ASS AND YOUR MOM'S A BITCH!" and immediately just scurry over to sev like "hi ma :)"
micron!!! welcome back!! this idea is SOOOO perfect i love it
men and minors dni
little fucker wasn't always called little fucker.
when she was a baby, still too tiny to talk or walk, you and sevika referred to her with much more traditional nicknames.
'peanut' when she was still a newborn, tiny enough to fit in one of your arms.
'sweet girl' when she was being cute, cuddling against sevika's chest or wrapping her entire hand around your pointer finger.
'baby' most commonly-- usually with an adjective in front. 'stinky baby' when she's got a full diaper, 'sleepy baby' when she's yawning and cranky, 'beautiful baby' when you're rocking her to sleep, humming lullabies to her.
but as she grew and her personality developed, 'little fucker' quickly became the most frequently used nickname for your baby.
she's a mischievous, impulsive, goofball.
at two years old, she watches sevika flip someone off in heavy traffic, and despite that her tiny hands can't figure out a simple peace sign, she manages to figure out the middle finger.
she shoots it at anyone and everyone. the mailman, the old man standing behind the three of you in line at the grocery store, the neighbor's dog-- nobody's safe from little fucker's middle finger. luckily, she's cute enough for people to just laugh when she does it.
when she figures out what money is, and that money can buy candy, your little girl starts stealing.
she'll harass anyone who enters your home. 'gimmie a dollar,' or 'show me your wallet,' only to steal the cash and run to her room, hiding it in a shoebox under her bed.
again-- people think it's cute, and they never bother telling you or sevika that your daughter's just robbed them (especially since she only robs them a dollar at a time.) you find out what's been happening when you're cleaning her room and find around a hundred crumbled up one dollar bills under her bed. sevika thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever seen.
when she's old enough to start going to pre-school, you and sevika get texts from her teachers on a daily basis. she never goes far enough to get in any real trouble-- but she's just so fucking funny all her teachers need to tell another adult about how goofy your baby is. you, sevika, and the three women who run the day-care are all in a groupchat titled 'little fucker chronicles.'
a lot of it's just pictures of her covered in mud or dirt or paint.
some of it's stories about her handing out her own form of justice to kids who don't share toys-- putting worms in their hair or ignoring them in a round of hide and seek, making them stay cramped and hidden for an hour.
and of course, all the crazy shit she says to other kids sent back to you and sevika: 'my mommy could beat your dad up. he looks wimpy.' or, 'do you know what b-i-t-c-h spells? no? well, it's something that you are.' and, your personal favorite, 'no i don't have any brothers or sisters, i'm already a handful.'
taglist!
@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner
@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther
@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai
@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll
@sevsdollette @ellieslob
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irithnova · 7 months ago
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Sakha headcanon post - courtesy of my conversations with @topipaku !! Thank you 🙏
Huge huge film bro he loves discussing films and makes his own
I headcanon that he is very much like a lawyer when it comes to business stuff but this somewhat "strong headed/argumentative" mentality also extends to how he critiques certain films or goes about explaining them
His favorite type of film is comedy/horror and a lot of his own projects involves someone dying in some shape or form
You can blame his love of everything morbid on Even, Evenk and Yukaghir, who often (when he was younger) tell him some pretty spooky stories (such as the Even folk tale of a mother turning into a cuckoo because her children would not give her a helping hand)
In all honesty they probably told him those stories to try and scare him into behaving - well now he's just a huge horror fan
Sakha has told many of these same spooky stories to Dolgan when she was younger
Speaking of Dolgan - whilst she's grateful for the hand Sakha had in raising her, she wants her own identity outside of him. Often Dolgan people are just labelled as being Sakha
Really good friends with Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan because they are #Turkic but also because they like sharing their films/writing together - they screen each other's films in cinemas and in Kazakhstan, operas based on the Sakha "Olonkho" myth are being held.
Writers from Kazakhstan and Sakha signed a co operation agreement, and in Kyrgyzstan there is a monument dedicated to the Sakha politician and writer Maxim Kirovich
However - despite their love of sharing each other's writing, Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan are quite surprised at how often Sakha's stories end in death !
Kazakhstan often jokes to Sakha that he should become independent
I definitely think these three share a groupchat together
He has an inside joke with Buryatia about the both of them being Japanese or secretly being Japanese. This is because both Sakha and Buryat intelligentsia were accused of being spies for the Japanese Empire (by Russia) at the time
Needless to say, Japan is definitely shooting them questionable looks when he overhears them make that joke
I think these days he has a bit of friendly competition with Buryatia over who is the most popular/more relevant group in Siberia
Really likes rap music !!
His relationship with Mongolia is very funny - in Sakha there is something of a myth that the most powerful faction of Genghis Khan's army was comprised of Sakha soldiers.
In reality, Sakha was most likely a child during this time and the Sakha people were most definitely not a part of the Mongol army
I think Sakha and Mongolia are friendly but Sakha has a little bit of a fascination with Mongolia. There are Sakha artists such as Afanasy Osipov who paints scenes of Mongols, and there is a film called "The secret of Genghis Khan", and apparently the Republic of Sakha was the initiator of the filming process ?
Very big into wrestling - in fact he enjoys challenging Mongolia even if Mongolia doesn't really reciprocate. He doesn't care that Mongolia is technically an elder to him, he'll do it regardless !
He is good friends with Chechnya because of their shared love of wrestling
Good relationship with both North and South Korea, though these days he's closer to South Korea
A lot of North Koreans were sent to Sakha under the USSR and mined gold , with some staying to teach farming to the Sakha
There is a Sakha-Korean school in Sakha and there are people in Sakha who refer to themselves as being "Sakha-Koreans" - presumably from the North Koreans who were sent to Sakha
South Korea indulges Sakha on his love for films. There was an exhibition of Sakha films that were held in South Korea, and South Korea was the first to make an article about Sakha films
For a while, there were even direct flights from Yakutsk to a city in South Korea !
Sad that his films aren't really taken seriously on a more global scale :(
I'd say he's also good friends with Tuva as similar to Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan - both are Turkic and Sakha likes talking to people he relates to, especially as Siberia doesn't really have many Turkic groups
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im-gonna-squeet · 2 months ago
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I still don't know who you are, I only know that I'm still lonely chap 3
ch.2
Donnie and April have a chat
It had been a few days since Donnie's 'bad night' as they called it and Missie was almost ready to be picked up. Maybe she would make them feel less lonely. Unlikely considering they already lived with three very supportive and loving siblings, and that didn't seem to help.
Maybe they'd talk to April about it.
There was less pressure opening up to her since they didnt live together (even though they spent most of their free time together anyways) so it didn't feel like they'd have to confront it again of they didn't want to.
They were snapped out of their thoughts by a reminder sounding on their wrist brace. They were supposed to pick April up from an after school event tonight. Convenient.
They checked the time, unsurprised to find that it was almost time to leave. Time had been wrong since The Technodrome. Or more likely, she had changed something in them to perceive the flow of time differently. But thinking about that made them want to scream and throw up and cry. So they much preferred the first option.
Streching and shaking that thought out, they left their lab to get changed, making sure anything that needed to be turned off was turned off.
They decided on their comfort hoodie and comfy jogging bottoms over their galaxy compression leggings. Before they leftt, they switched rheir contacts out for their glasses. They were just picking April up and maybw grabbing a drink, so unlikely to be doing any sort of acrobatics where they could lose them.
They exited the lair through the garage and sent a quick text to the groupchat so everyone knew where they were. They turned on their favourite playlist as they bagan the journey there.
~~~
"April!!", they exclaimed, removing one hand from their walker and turning to the side to hug their sister.
Donnie loved being with April. She never acted as if they were fragile or broken. She wss never afraid to play fight or shove them (she was more gentle with it now but that was understandible considering that they would 100% fall over), and she never tried to stop them from doing things under the guise of protection. So they, in turn, felt comfortable being around her, because the mood isnt going to change on a whim when she decides they cant do something anymore. They can decide their own limits.
So they listened while she told them all aboit all the drama and funny anecdotes from her day, and in turn shared their own (like how Leo manages to fall down the stairs and make the most cartoon 'bonk' noise they'd ever heard).
And before they knew it, they were back at April's flat.
They agreed to sit in the living room with Mayhem whilst April got changed.
"Hello little man." they said, cupping Mayhem's little face in their hands and rubbjng the top of his head with their thumbs. In response, Mayhem slow blinked and rested his head more into their palms. "What a sweetie pie, I hope you get along with Missy, it'd be nice for you to have another animal friend, wouldn't it?".
They planted a kiss onto the top of his head just as April walked in and Mayhem wriggled free of their grasp to jump into her arms.
"He HATE me. sad face emoji." They pouted.
"He doesnt, hate you, Dee," she moved Mayhem to press his 'lips' against the side of Donnke's head, "See? he loves you!" Donnie snorted in response, reaching up to scratch behind Mayhem's ear as April sat next to them.
"So, when does Drax reckon you'll be able to pick up Missy?"
"Some time this week, he said." they paused, "I'm not really sure about it T.B.H., like obviously she's gonna be a massive help and it'll make me feel better but also. Change. Y'know?"
"yeah, but we're all here for you and we'll help you adjust, yeah?"
"yeah." They gently knocked their heads together.
They argued over what film to watch for a while after that (as kf they weren't just going to watch the Atomic Lass one for the 4734736th time).
~~~~
When Donnie got back to the lair, they were surprised to see one Barron Draxum standing in the living room.
"Ah. Donatello."
"... Yes?"
"I must inform you that your, uh, service dog, will be ready for pick up tomorrow afternoon."
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shieldherostuffs · 2 years ago
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Sweet Revenge
Modern AU
*★°*:.☆.:*°★*
Two days before their first date in almost a month, Naofumi comes home to his and Myne’s little apartment.
He's tired, exhausted, and annoyed after a bed day at work, and really needs a break, only to find his girlfriend, Myne, and best friend, Motoyasu, fucking on his and Myne’s bed.
And to think he'd been thinking of proposing on their date in two days, even saving up for an expensive ring he hoped she'd like.
Without getting caught, he took a quick picture through the crack if the door, and sent it to the groupchat of his friends who'd been hyping him and helping him plan the proposal. Then, he muted the chat, and everyone else on his phone.
Then, he left the place, packing his most important belongings in a bag, including the ring in its velvet box, and left.
It was only when he got to the park almost 20 minutes away that he checked his phone, the light shining brightly under the dim streetlights and dark.
The only thing he checked, was the continuous messages from his two other best friends (who're also dating each ofher, but never leave Naofumi out), L’Arc and Therese, in their shared groupchat, asking what they could do to help, and what he needed.
An idea formed in his head. A certain stupid, chaotic, and dumb idea of a plan. But, he clung to it, letting it root in his brain.
What the two, or even one of them could to for him. How they could help. What they could do to him.
He messaged back before he could change his mind, ignoring the messages from his brother asking if he could help take care of the the traitors.
> Fuck me.
Then, he unmuted the chat, turned off his phone, and sat on a nearby bench.
After a few minutes, he checked his phone, expecting the imminent awkwardness, but...
> Are you sure? Of course we'll help 💕
> Of Course ❤️
> Do you have any allergies?
> Or any no-go's?
> We'll do anything you like and nothing you don't, whenever you're ready! 💕
> And you can back out any time you want of course! No pressure! ❤️
> And we'll always be happy to help! 💕
If a few tears escaped Naofumi’s eyes, they were quickly wiped away. Those two were too good to him.
> You guys are the best. No allergies and I'm clean too.
> We're both clean too!
> If you'd be willing to raw it?
> Sure. we're going all out
Then, he got up to go their place, an apartment much nicer than the one he'd shared with Myne, courtesy if their rich families.
When he got there, he was greeted with hugs and gentle smiles. He was reassured of everything, given traffic light safe words, and told again and again that they'd only do something if he really wanted it.
Then, he was led to the bedroom, and what was easily considered the best night of his life happened.
——— (No smut, this is just getting long!)
The next morning, Naofumi woke up nestled between L’Arc and Therese, warm and content, not regretting a single thing.
Later, when all three had woken up, and Naofumi had been pampered during breakfast ("Do you make this every day?, "Only for you, Kiddo!), they went out.
The two took Naofumi shopping to get some new clothes instead of having to go back by Myne to get some.
Then, they went to return the ring. As L'Arc and Therese did that, reasoning that Naofumi shouldn't have to associate anything with Myne anymore, Naofumi took a discreet selfie.
Uploading it to his social media, it was quickly seen but his relative fandbase her got from streaming or making videos on weekends.
~ New boos helping me return the ring after now ex-girlfriend cheated with (now also ex-)best friend @/MyneMMelromarc @/MotoMotoKitamura 😜🥰💚
Then, he muted his phone and spent the day with L'Arc and Therese.
In the evening, after coming out of the shower, Naofumi finally decides to take a few minutes to check his phone. The first thing he does is scroll through his brother's hundreds of messages without reading the majority, and then call him.
He reassures his brother that he's fine now, he's staying with L'Arc and Therese, and no, he does not need either Malty or Motoyasu murdered yet.
Then, he finds that surprisingly, has almost as many calls from Itsuki. Checking the messages, he calls, putting the phone on speaker as he finds and puts on some of the clothes L'Arc and Therese bought him.
> "Hello?" > "Sup." > Naofumi? Where have you been?! You worried everyone! > With L'Arc and Therese! > Of course you were. > Yep. Wanna tell me why you called almost as many times as my younger brother? > Oh, storytime. Sure. > Ok, so yesterday, Ren and I were chilling at my place, watching movies, all that nice stuff. > Mhm. > And then you send that picture in the group chat, and of course, EVERYONE is confused and worried now, and you're not responding. > Yeah... > So, Ren makes the very logical decision to go to your place to look for you. Only, when we get there, do we find the bedroom and mess, and Malty and Motoyasu making out, half-naked, against the wall by the bathroom. > And let me tell you, I did not know Ren could shout like that. He starts out by getting their attention by fake-coughing, as you do, and glaring at them. Like, the Feline-Mother-Staring-At-It's-Prey-Or-Very-Annoying-Person-Stare you know he has. > Not fun being on the receiving end of that stare. > Then, when those two turn to look at us, they start frantically pulling their clothes back on, as if they have any dignity left by now. Also, half their clothes were backward or inside-out. And a little note, they were both very sober. > Ha. > And then Motoyasu has the gall to ask us "What are you two doing here?" like he didn't just do that. > So then Ren, asks them what they're doing, and they try to deny it with the shittiest excuses ever, and then Ren tells them that we know because you sent that picture, and Motoyasu just sheiks out "wHAT?!" > And then Ren started yelling back, which ended up in a yelling war and Malty screeching on the side. > They yelled, for over an Hour. I started a timer after about 30 minutes, stopped listening after about 10, and just sat in the kitchen. > Ren's throat is very sore now, but he said it was worth it > God-fucking-damn. I love you guys.
Then, a bit of shuffling was heard from the other end,
("I spilled the tea." A very scratchy "You whAT?" "Not literally. Naofumi's on the phone. Your tea is in the kitchen.")
After Ren got to make sure Naofumi was okay, he called his other friends.
Raphtalia, Rishia, and Filo were close to tears with worry, while Kizuna joked about getting back at the two, and Glass sounded a little too serious that no one would find the bodies.
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The day after, Naofumi had checked on everyone who'd contacted and was worried about him, when he got a call.
A call from Malty.
He was in L'Arc and Therese's living room, on the couch with a delicious breakfast from Therese on the table in front of him. L'Arc was at work, while Therese was in her office, having decided to work from home for a while.
He declined the call, and all notifications of Malty or Motoyasu trying to contact him, including blocking them both.
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ravenssunshine · 1 year ago
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i’ve been retweeting a lot of stuff about the war in israel/gaza today. if you don’t mind, i’m going to share my own thoughts now. i hope you’ll take some time to read.
my background is i went to a jewish day school for five years, speak some level of hebrew, and lived in israel for three months. i still have family and friends there. while i was studying in israel, i encountered a teacher who drove me absolutely nuts. we did not share the same viewpoints. i argued with him with every breath. he was so conservative i almost couldn’t believe it. i ended up leaving his group after he stated that there was no way a jew could marry a nonjew.
this man sent our class groupchat a text linking to an article on february 2nd: https://www.timesofisrael.com/an-open-letter-to-israels-friends-in-north-america/
this nationalistic clown of an american who decided to live in israel begged us to speak out against what netanyahu had done to the israeli government. netanyahu is the israeli nationalistic clown to end all clown. when the others are speaking out AGAINST him, you know there’s something wrong. this article warns of an inevitable disaster if we didn’t do something about netanyahu. we’re living that disaster right now.
the time to call your representatives and to protest the american ties to the israeli government (the GOVERNMENT. not israeli owned businesses. i will never support boycotting israeli businesses. “that israeli business supports israel” likely thing for them to do) was months ago. israelis have been protesting it for months. it’s not right now. right now israel needs its hostages to come home and gaza needs a ceasefire. if you wanted peace in gaza and you wanted to a chance to criticize israel without criticizing those of us who live in the diaspora, that time was months ago. when you ignore relative peacetime middle eastern politics (i say relative because i acknowledge that israel and palestine have not experienced a moment of true peace yet), you are contributing to the ongoing plight of palestinians who live in gaza and the west bank under israeli siege.
those of us with any sort of connection to israel cannot stand with your “free palestine” movement, even when we want exactly what you want. only, you won’t criticize the government. you’ll only criticize the people and you’ll only do it when they are suffering. your antisemitism is poorly masked.
here’s the article. it’s mostly worth the read. it’s also irrelevant now that we didn’t do anything when they asked us to.
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constelationprize · 4 months ago
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can you tell us about any wips that are kevjean or kerejean?
I loved the snippets for the gothic horror au and I’d love more of your writing about them
I do have a kevjean WIP there's very near and dear to my heart that I haven't talked much about before. Or maybe I have I honestly don't remember and it's two am and I should be looking at trees so bear with me, okay?
quiet out loud is my Raven exposé kevjean fic. I started writing it before TSC was even announced so I had a very specific vision for kevjean's future I still intend to stick to, but there is a planned plot point I suspect the second book will touch on, so I'm waiting to see how that turns out so I can spin it in this AU.
But anyway it's about reuniting with your ex crush/best friend/trauma bonded cat on the absolutely worst circumstances possible. It's also, not exactly my two cents because I'm not that self important, but a exploration of scandals involving famous people (especially when it's around traumatic subjects) and how the public reaction to that can often be Fucking Weird.
Anyway here, have a snippet of Kevin Day taken five seconds before disaster struck:
He remembered looking over his shoulder in the last quarter and seeing one of the PAs whispering something at Coach Marinho’s ear, and how her eyebrows nearly disappeared on her hairline. Kevin had a second to frown, and wondered if maybe Park’s sprain on the first quarter ended up more serious than it looked, but then Celia was rebounding the ball his way and he had to move on. The Dragonflies won, as expected, 8-5. Kevin scored three of those goals, and his shoulder was only faintly aching when they filed out of the court and into the Away locker room. He had gotten a bad check on the first game of the playoffs that had him worried for a minute, there. He was just toweling off his hair when he noticed the uncommon silence around him. His team is usually quite chatty, even if he himself doesn’t participate very often. Seven years out of the Foxes taught Kevin some manners, and he learned to keep his post-game opinions to himself when not directly asked, which mainly meant not talking at all. Still, he liked to listen to the friendly chatter of his teammates as background noise, and its sudden absence was jarring. So was looking up to find them all staring at him. “Can I help you?” No one seemed inclined to talk, and all eyes turned to their captain. Jordan Park, backliner, main draw of the Dragonflies’ strong defense line and one of the only players with seniority over Kevin in the team. In fact, he had been a senior with the Jackals when Kevin was in his freshman year – the Ravens won their match, but Park was a good share of the reason why it was only by a hair. Eleven years was on the longer end of a pro backliner career, and with the frequency which minor checks on Park turned into injuries lately, he likely didn’t have a lot of seasons left in him. Kevin tried not to flex his shoulder. “Uh, Day,” He stammered, and if Kevin was on edge before, the hesitant tone made him want to hurl. “Maybe you should check your phone.” Kevin's first instinct was to think, My dad. He was fishing his phone out of the locker, powering it up and watching with fascinated dread as the notifications poured in. The ‘06 Foxes (and Robin) groupchat was exploding. Nicky had tried to videocall even though it was an ungodly hour in Berlin. Neil had sent him ten messages that were differently worded pleas of “call us when the game is over” and “no matter what you do, DON’T READ IT”. What it meant was left unhelpfully out of the texts. Most damning of all were his top notifications. Andrew had called him twice, five minutes after the bell rang. If Kevin had hit his locker before the showers, he would have catched it exactly. Andrew never called anyone more than once. According to him, if someone didn’t pick up the first time, it was no longer his responsibility. Checking his phone did nothing to answer Kevin’s doubts and he could feel the panic setting in his lungs. And then Andrew called the third time.
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schizowitchic · 7 months ago
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save me from petty friendship drama please. why must this happen to me. im about to start throwing hands
there's three ppl who we have known for a while but only recently properly joined our "group", except 2 of them are highly .... problematic, shall we say, (L & S) and pick fights with everyone. and ive never felt fully comfortable. the third (E) is ... i know she joins in with the petty stuff but a lot less and she's easier to talk to (plus i have the bias of being best friends with her from the ages of 3 to 10)
anyway on friday they deliberately picked a fight on the groupchat with one of our friends (K)(who we are a lot closer to tbh but don't see as often due to scheduling difficulties) bc they fell out with her in December. L & S pretty much only ever go on the groupchat to start shit with her, and K's gotten good at ignoring it, through the interventions of me and another friend, I (mainly I. I feel bad for her bc she's really caught in the middle and both sides message her when shit happens)..
K removed L and S from the groupchat, but E added them back, then K removed all three, which honestly took care of the problem, but then A messaged E privately (A is also hardly ever on the groupchat and she really shouldn't have gotten involved) to ask why she did that, because A doesn't seem to have picked up that E will fully and absolutely enable & join in with L and S. this prompted S to send an awful voice message to A on E's phone, saying shit like "Why are you being so immature, we weren't being hostile it was just a joke, believe what you want to believe, enjoy your little groupchat" and stuff along that vein (Me and I were hanging out at this point, A sent the voicemail to K who sent it to I)
it's just so hypocritical, because L and S especially are constantly pulling shit like this, being immature and petty (They've started the habit of making fun of me to my face because they've picked up that I struggle to interpret tone, reality, and whether they are joking or not). they're always at the centre of every drama, make it about themselves and always paint themselves as the victims, never admit that their behaviour patterns are wrong and that they harm people
(side note, but L actually makes me and I feel very uncomfortable, and neither of us realised we both were super uncomfortable with how she acts - constantly making sexual jokes about the two of us that get way too explicit (because we shared a hotel room once and winked at each other AS A JOKE), she touches us (usually just on the hand/arm but with the implications of inappropriate undertones) even when we express discomfort and ask her to stop, she still invades our boundaries. neither me or I are particularly touchy-feely, I is a lot more averse to touch than me, and we didn't realise that this actually probably constitutes harassment of some sort until friday. which is. a fun realisation)
anyway we thought we'd leave the situation be since we knew we wouldn't be seeing them over the weekend, and we have other friends who stayed out of it and don't have as much knowledge of the situation (N, M, Y, T, C)
which brings us to now. where L and S pretty clearly seem to be ignoring us in person (like we have some sort of obligation to get involved and take their side in drama they started?? they tried to get I involved when it happened but she told them she didn't want to get caught in the middle). E seem to be ignoring us, but she has actually spoken to me a bit, about general stuff
so yeah. fuck my life.
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tzyuki · 2 years ago
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[ 성훈 ] BLOWING UP MY HEART ꒰ P.SH x F!READER
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IN WHICH ?! — Y/n falls down a flight of stairs, breaking her leg. The first thing she does is blow up her friends phone hoping she’d come and find her but fails to notice she accidentally texts an old groupchat with Ahn Seongmin, Huh Yunjin, Hirota Maki, Wang Nicholas, Kim Minji and Park Sunghoon, her ex boyfriend. The friend group broke in half after the two had broken up, sides were made and promises were broken.
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“Minji, back at it again.” The receptionist said as she saw the girl walk in. “What’s up this time?” She asked, “Sunghoon’s being a bitch, again.” Minji sighed. “Okay well, same room?” Minji nodded her head. “There’s a group of friends in there, just three but you don’t mind sharing, no?”
“I don’t mind, we all got stuff to purge.” Minji said as she grabbed a pair of goggles, hard hat, and a bat.
Minji walked into the room, hardly recognizing the trio across from her. “You guys don’t mind if I like—scream, right?” Minji asked. “Not at all.” Yunjin said. Minji could hardly hear over the sounds of things being smashed.
“Great.” Minji smiled. She hit a tv on a desk, “You’re delusional! Park Sunghoon! Think you can take your anger out on me!” Minji sighed drastically as she smashed the tv continuously.
“Minji!” Seongmin gasped, “What are you doing here!” Seongmin’s hand flew up to cover his mouth. “Seongmin! Yunjin…Y/n?!” Minji said as she saw them more clearly.
“More importantly…why are you and Sunghoon fighting?” Yunjin asked. “Let’s…talk somewhere else. Somewhere quieter.”
So the four were now eating at a quiet cafe not too far from the dorms.
“So…” Y/n cleared her throat. “We probably all know why I was in the rage rooms…what about you?” She asked, slightly pointing to Minji. “It’s pretty obvious, me and Sunghoon got into an argument.”
“But you and Sunghoon are like—best friends of best friends! Like me and Yunjin.” Y/n paused. “Probably even closer than us.” Y/n continued.
“He’s been a bitch lately, he’s so passive aggressive these days.”
“I’m sorry that he interfered with you and Heeseung. Heeseung has nothing to do with this drama, I told him it was wrong and he thought it’d be fine to call me out about talking shit.”
“I’m sorry for that too, now that I put two and two together…the breakup was weird, extremely weird. Especially after Sunghoon said you said he cheated?”
“Because he did cheat on me, that’s why I dumped him. I can’t believe he tried to say I cheated on him.”
“Wait—what. Because Sunghoon was sent a photo of you kissing another guy.” Minji paused. “The text even said you were smiling and everything.”
“I never kissed a guy—and I was sent a photo of Sunghoon being all touchy with a girl—Like grabbing her waist and everything.”
“What party was it?” Minji asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this. “Uh—looks like that girl Eunju’s party, I couldn’t go so I assumed he went with you guys.” Y/n opened her phone, looking for the photo. “Here.” She handed the phone to Minji.
“Y/n…Sunghoon went to that party but was only there for ten minutes. He said it was boring without you, he seemed pretty upset leaving.”
“Check the time it taken.” Minji checked and it said 10:55. “Ten fifty-five, that’s five minutes before he left, he texted me and Nicho saying the party was lame.”
“So what are you saying?” Yunjin asked. “I’m saying this has to be framed…he was upset when he left, and plus—the fact that you both got a photo sent of you two looking like you’re cheating.” Minji chuckled lowly.
“Show me the photo Sunghoon got.” Y/n asked, Minji taking her phone out. “Here.”
“That—That was some random freshman who tried to kiss me! I pushed him away—it-it looks like someone framed us. Cause—I promise you I didn’t kiss that kid, and the angle is too perfect.”
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nocturne-overtures · 2 years ago
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Just A Tease
Paring: Female Reader x Lee Sangyeon x Bang Chan
Genre: Humor, Smut, Romance
AU: Established Poly Relationship (MMF), Zookeper Chan, Office Worker Sangyeon
Rating: Explicit (18+)
WC: 2.3k
Tw: Swearing, Inappropriate Behaviour in Public
Sw: Nudes (Photos + Videos), Teasing, Sex Toys, Sexting, Bratty Reader, Dirty Thoughts, Mirror Kink, Masturbation, Handjob, Pet Names, Implied Dom/Sub Dynamics
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“Alright, Chris. Move Suri into her enclosure and then you can switch off with Hoseok and take your lunch break.”
Chan nodded, laughing to himself as he noticed the pregnant wombat in question lazily lounging on her favorite rock. She noticed him approaching and slowly rose to her feet, heading in the complete opposite direction. 
“No, no. Over here, girl.” He stood in front of her, gently nudging and corralling her towards her enclosure. He could feel his phone blowing up in his back pocket, but he let it be for the time being, making sure Suri followed his guidance.
Once she was secured away in her enclosure, he nodded to his leader, washing his hands before he began walking to go clock out. 
Chan popped his headphones in, checking his messages and arching a brow when he saw three separate chats with notifications. One from each of his lovers, and one from the group chat the three of you share. 
“What on earth…?” He trailed off and opened the one that came from you first, nearly tripping over himself as sound flooded into his headphones. 
Vibrations, buzzing rather loudly, to be honest, but not nearly as loud as the moans falling from your lips as you held the wand between your legs. Chan scrambled to press his back against a wall to ensure no one was behind him while he watched with wide eyes. 
He could see the pair of panties he considered to be his favorite on you hanging onto your calf as you spread your legs. Your other lover’s button-up and tie just barely covered your breasts as it lay open, shifting with every move you made. 
The video was short, it ended before Chan got to see if you finished or not, but he could see now why his phone had gone off. He checked the single message he’d gotten from your lover, Sangyeon, and laughed. 
‘DID SHE SEND YOU A VIDEO TOO?!’
“Oh, so it’s that type of day, huh?” 
He checked the groupchat and saw the rest of the messages. 
There were some nudes left by you, some more artistic than others. 
Every day, Chan thanked your photography interests more and more. 
Across town, Sangyeon sat at his desk, leg bouncing a mile a minute as he glanced back and forth at the clock. 
‘Y/n, I’m at WORK, baby. What did we say about being naughty like this?’-SY
‘I don’t seem to recall…Hm. Did you not like it? Should I just send it to Chan next time?’-Y/N
Sangueon felt his brow twitch ever so slightly, putting his phone away when he noticed a coworker walking by. He sent them a friendly smile before he brought his phone up, fingers flying over the keyboard. 
‘You know damn well that’s not what I meant-’-SY
‘I’ll be sure to thank you for the gift when I get home, kitten’-CH
Sangyeon’s lips quirked, eyes moving over to the desk calendar he had beside his monitor, it was Friday. Both he and Chan had the weekend off and if his memory served, you’d requested this weekend off as well to head to an art exhibit on Saturday and eat out for dinner on Sunday.
If things kept going this way, Sangyeon wasn’t sure you three would even make it to dinner. 
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, another message blipped into the chat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to scramble to mute it like the first, since it was a GIF. Sangyeon was still grateful for having the hindsight to turn his brightness down the moment he’d opened the first message from you, since the GIF was also porn. 
It was intimate, a POV shot of a woman deepthroating her partner while making eye contact with him just out of frame, her lips stretched around his shaft in a way that made Sangyeon stir in his suit slacks. 
It had been a while since you three had done something intimate since you were all busy with work and exhausted, using most of your time together at home to make dinners or cuddle. 
He’d be lying if he said his mind wasn’t already wandering, wishing he could close his eyes and be home, cupping the back of your head and praising you just the way you liked while Chan leaned over the back of the chair, accent intoxicating as he unbuttoned his shirt, nails dragging down his chest-
Uh oh. Almost forgot where he was. 
Sangyeon cleared his throat and straightened up. 
‘I want us to do this.’-Y/N
‘We can talk more about what we’re going to do ALL WEEKEND to thank you for the lovely gifts after we get off. Chan and I still have 3 hours left.’-SY
Sangyeon watched the little three typing dots pop up and disappear multiple times, but the longer it went without a response, the more he knew the two of them were in danger. As if reading his mind, Chan sent his own message after minute three of the dots popping up. 
‘Uh oh.’CH
As if waiting for one of you to respond, the message came through seconds after Chan’s. It was a video different from the first, with you in front of the mirror, working a toy they’d both gotten you for your last birthday in and out of yourself. Sangyeon’s grip was white-knuckled on the phone as he stared, watching the toy glisten from both the lube and your juices. He couldn’t hear anything since he’d turned the volume down after accidentally opening the first video, but Chan’s message confirmed what he’d thought. 
‘Babe the sound- That’s just unfair-’CH
‘I hope you like the gifts, see you when you get home~’ Y/N
The videos and pictures were just enough to keep both Chan and Sangyeon’s minds running, with you being merciful enough to leave them with just those for the time being. Sangyeon got off of work first, politely avoiding conversations from his coworkers as he headed straight down to the parking garage. Once he’d gotten into his car, he’d loosened his tie, jaw tight as he’d called you. 
The phone rang a few times, his foot tapping before it ended, your cheerful voice sounding off from the other side of the receiver. 
“Hello~ Are you on your way home~?”
“I have to pick up Chris first. Once I do, we’ll figure out what to do with you for your ‘gifts’.” 
You laugh to yourself, crossing your legs as you looked up at the ceiling. 
“Could you hurry?”
Before Sangyeon could respond, there was a telltale click. His lips twitched for a moment and he contemplated calling you right back before he set his phone in the dock, starting the car, and headed out of the garage to pick up Chan, mind quietly working on all of the things he’d plan for the weekend.
Once outside of the zoo, Sangyeon sent Chan a message alerting him of his arrival, unable to help himself and scrolling back up to the videos you’d sent earlier. He was aware it was a bit irresponsible to be looking at something so inappropriate while he was technically in public, but he’d banished the thought as soon as it arose the moment he heard your sweet voice drift into his ears. 
That’s where Chan found him minutes later, his hand over his mouth to hide the small, pleased smile on his face and his cock undeniably hard in his slacks. He laughed as he got into the car, startling Sangyeon for a moment before he sent him a smile and greeted him with a kiss. 
“What’s so funny?” The eldest huffed half-heartedly, waiting for Chan to buckle up. Chan’s lips quirked, waiting for Sangyeon to pull off and begin driving before he spoke. 
“You looked ready to jump through the screen. It’s as arousing as it is amusing, Hyung.” he teased. Sangyeon let out a small laugh, unable to deny the statement. Chan himself glanced at his bulge before he leaned over the center console. 
“Did she get you that worked up? You look like you’re ready to burst out of your pants.” He hummed, reaching to palm his cock. Sangyeon growled quietly and Chan smiled to himself, squeezing and stroking him through his pants. 
“Are you going to be a brat like our kitten, too?”
“Me? Never. I just want to talk about how we’re going to fold her in half, Hyung. You look real pent up right now. Your jaw is all tight and everything. What’s on your mind? Thinking of her in the spreader bars, her favorite tail plug in while she shakes her hips for us, trying to get us to fuck her? Or did you want to get the blindfold tonight? Make our little brat guess which one of us has her bent over the arm of the couch from the shape of our cock alone?” 
Sangyeon’s grip on the wheel tightened even more, glancing at Chan out of the corner of his eye as he drove. His partner smiled back at him, squeezing the base of his cock as he tilted his head. 
With his eyes back on the road, Sangyeon spoke, his voice strained as he resisted the urge to press up into his hand. 
“Maybe I want to tease her as much as she’s been teasing us. The last time we used it on her, how many orgasms did we deny her? Our sweet girl was practically sobbing by the time we finally gave her what we wanted. We have the weekend off, there’s no reason we shouldn’t pull out all the stops. It's not often Y/n decides to be bratty like this, so we should reward her accordingly.” 
Chan hummed, unzipping his pants to continue his teasing unobstructed, dipping a slightly rough hand into Sangyeon’s boxers. 
“I don’t know who’s worse, you or her. Are both of you really so impatient?” 
They both knew his scolding was half-hearted. Chan could tell from the way his cock twitched and jumped in his hand as he stroked him. 
“If I say yes, will you drive a bit faster? We’re only a few blocks from home and I know I’m not the only one excited about this evening and how it’ll go.” He sent him a wink and Sangyeon ran one hand through his hair. 
“Maybe I should train both of you more since you’re both misbehaving.” 
Chan only smiled in response, his hand working up and down on Sangyeon’s cock for the remainder of their drive. Once the car pulled into the driveway, the Australian let out a small pouty sigh, licking the precum off of his thumb after tucking Sangyeon back into his slacks. 
Sangyeon took a moment to calm his breathing before he stepped out, waving innocently at a neighbor before he made his way to the front door, tunnel vision strong for both of them. 
Chan fumbled with the keys a bit before opening the door, toeing his shoes off before he slid his house slippers on. 
“Y/N~ We’re home!”
Both of them immediately notice the calm jazz music drifting through the home. The lights were off, the setting sun streaming in and bathing the living room in an orange glow as the men noticed petals scattered along the floor. They exchanged a look before heading to the bedroom, nearly matching each other’s pace. 
“Y/n-”
Sangyeon opened the door and paused, seeing an array of toys scattered along the bed. The new wax candles Chan had bought a few months ago that hadn’t been put to use, a pair of ropes for the shibari Sangyeon had been practicing on both you and Chan, the custom made collar with ‘Sangyeon and Chan’s kitten’ engraved on it in your favorite color, settled amongst some other pet play items…
And a distinct lack of you. 
“Y/n?” Chan’s brows furrowed, making his way to the bathroom in confusion and mild panic while Sangyeon plucked his phone out of his pocket. Before he could bring up his contact list, a new notification appeared in the groupchat between the three of you. 
‘I hope you both like my presents~ I’ll be home soon, I suddenly (and conveniently) remembered I wanted to get some new lingerie. Good things come to those who wait, right? Mwah love you~’-Y/N
Sangyeon stared at the message for a long time before he let out an incredulous laugh. 
So that’s the game today, huh? A waiting game? 
“Hyung she’s-what’s wrong?” Chan had come back into the room, nearly sliding out of the doorframe in a panic as he began speaking before he noticed the small chuckle leaving Sangyeon’s chest. Chan tilted his head in confusion, looking at his own phone as Sangyeon began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it on, but open as he slowly picked out the toys he intended on using tonight. 
“Oh, I get it.” Chan checked the clock before looking at the older man. 
“How long do you think she’s gonna keep teasing?” 
“Doesn’t matter. When she comes back, I’ll be sure to thank her.” was the response as Sangyeon grabbed the strongest wand the three of you owned. He clicked it on to make sure it was sufficiently charged, the sound of a loud buzzing flooding the room for a few seconds before he made a noise of approval, setting it along with the pile of other toys he was gathering. 
Chan stared at his back for a moment before he laughed quietly, peeling his shirt up and over his head. 
“Alright then, I’ll go ahead and take a shower since we’re waiting. I’ll get the aloe vera too. Something tells me we’ll need it for later.” 
Sangyeon’s lips quirked. 
“Oh, we definitely will.” 
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enhas-bestie · 3 years ago
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uni love [19]
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chapter nineteen : it was never gonna be me lol (mostly written -> around 2.4k words)
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you stare at your phone blankly, the lively echo of chatter amongst the students in hybe cafe falls deafly on your ears. you can't bring yourself to care about the gossip session the group of girls are having in the booth behind you, nor do you pay attention to your open laptop in front of you, displaying a blank google document.
no-- all you can think about is taehyun, who hasn't been answering any of your messages. which was odd, since you basically confessed to him about everything three days ago. you would've thought for sure that he'd be ready with a 5-page essay on your stupidity... come to think of it... gyu and hyuka had also ignored your messages--the ones you sent them asking if taehyun was okay. not to mention, kai kept tweeting cryptic tweets about 'betrayal' and 'secrets', and you felt as though you had missed a few chapters in their lives.
 you would acknowledge that you only had yourself to blame. you were the one who lowkey ghosted the group chat after making your impromptu deal with heeseung--though at that moment, you truly did feel embarrassed to admit it to your older friends. the way they fawned over heeseung irritated you in the beginning, and you didn't want them to make a big deal about your newfound friendship with the boy you had openly shared your dislike towards in the beginning, or the little deal you made with him. even worse--you didn't want taehyun to give you a lecture presented (surely with a full-on powerpoint presentation) telling you why said deal was a bad idea…. 
and then you kind of developed feelings for heeseung, and you definitely didn't want to tell them--gyu and kamal to be specific - - they would never let you hear the end of it. and you really didn’t need those two constantly reminding you about your 'crush' (unconfirmed, you swear) on a boy you would never have.
all of that aside, you were honestly starting to feel as if keeping secrets from them were tearing all of you apart. the groupchat was dead most of the time, and while you kept in touch with sunoo, won, and riki, it still didn't feel the same without all 7 of you together. keeping heeseung's and your deal a secret was proving to be damaging to your friendship--and you could only blame yourself. It was you who decided to keep it a secret from them after all. if only they could answer their messages so you guys could go back to normal...
"yn? "
"...yn?"
"...yn?"
"huh?" you gasp softly as you feel somebody's foot gently kick against yours under the table. that foot belongs to heeseung--the source of all of your life's problems. and yet somehow you still forgot he was sitting in the seat opposite yours, his laptop and notebook open as the two of you worked on some marketing theory. though you suppose he was doing all of the work--you were daydreaming about your shitty life problems which were probably (read: definitely) all of your fault.
"sorry, heeseung," you smile apologetically, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you were always spacing off--you wondered if he thought you were a complete idiot, and that embarrassed you even more, "what were you saying again?"
the boy in front of you studies your face, and for some reason, you feel like shying away. having a crush is such bullshit - - why do I feel like this around him? I never used to feel this way before? things were easier on that first day when he was a complete asshole.
"are you okay? you need a break?" heeseung makes a show of closing his laptop, brown doe eyes narrowed, letting you know that he wasn't leaving any room for argument.
you mirror his actions, closing your laptop with a heavy sigh. at his questioning look, you slump into your seat and decide that there’s no harm in venting a bit, "heeseung, you ever feel like going to an ice-cream shop so you can order every flavour they have in hopes that you'll get a brain freeze so intense you'll blackout and when you wake up everything will reset itself to last year?"
heeseung blinks a few times at you before his lips twitch up in a smile, " I don't know yn, that's an awfully specific thought to have."
you sigh dejectedly," yeah, well I've been having it a lot lately. "
heeseung looks at you oddly, not quite used to seeing you looking so rejected. you're always spewing some bullshit and generally being a talkative person, so it tugs at his heart a bit to see you so down, "why do you want everything to reset itself to last year?"
"because last year I didn't have friendship problems," you wail dramatically, but you look distressed and heeseung knows that you're actually being serious, "well that and I also didn't have a c-" you pause, voice hitching in your throat as you realise you've almost outed yourself. well, that and I didn't have a crush on you. you clear your throat and ignore the questioning look heeseung throws in your direction," anyway... what do you do when your friends start ignoring your messages?"
tilting his head slightly, heeseung regards you seriously, "well, you should think if you did anything to them that would make them want to ignore your messages."
"I mean I have been ghosting beomgyu, taehyun, and kai lately....which really is my fault."
you're so stuck in your thoughts, you don't even notice how heeseung perks up at the mention of beomgyu's name. he watches you with narrowed brown eyes and leans back in his chair. when you look up, you're a little more than shocked to see your tutor looking a bit peeved off with his hands shoved deep into his sweatpants pockets. and lord, manspreading was never hot, but the way he looked right now had your heart racing and your eyes flickering across the room so that you wouldn't be caught checking him out.
"you're having friendship trouble with beomgyu?" heeseung asks nonchalantly, failing to feign interest, "that's weird considering the two of you were hanging out a few days ago."
you pause your aimlessly prodding at your long-forgotten muffin--a hopeless attempt to help distract your from heeseung-- and nod, slightly confused.
"uh yeah, we did hang out last week," your mind travels back to the coffee date you had with gyu, "how did you know that?"
heeseung's eyes dart to yours in an instant and you stiffen under his gaze. you're confused by his attitude because you don't think you've ever seen him look so intimidating before, and the sudden switch in his demeanor both intrigues you and throws you off.
"saw you posted a picture of him on your twitter."
"oh," you say awkwardly under his gaze, "yeah, I remember now."
heeseung nods a bit, "yeah, I thought you had a class or something and that's why you didn't have time to study…guess not."
you look at heeseung apologetically, because that's all you can do. it wasn't as if you could outright tell him why you bolted without giving him a proper explanation–that the thought of him raving about his date with yeji made it felt like your heart was sinking in your chest.
"sorry heeseung."
hearing your apology out loud makes heeseung falter, and guilt starts to creep in. because honestly, you didn't owe him an explanation about why you wanted to go out with a friend. for a minute, he also feels confusion. because why was he so concerned with your little get together with beomgyu? sunghoon couldn't have been right...there’s no way the he-
"don't worry about it yn, really. " heeseung's eyes seem softer as he looks at you and it assures you that he's not truly holding it against you. you nod at him and smile, then the two of you are thrust into silence. why did things just get awkward, you think, as your brain rushes to conjure up something to say.
"poor heeseung~" you tease mockingly, trying to lighten the mood, "you just want to study with me 24/7 huh?"
heeseung throws his head back and scoffs at your absurdity, even as his heart accelerates at the thought of you two being together 24/7, "as if. I have to make sure that my worst student is coping."
"I am not your worst student!"
heeseung smirks fondly as he looks at you, "don't worry, the way things are going now, I'll have you at least in the top 20 when next semester starts."
"oh please," you roll your eyes, "I'm already in the top---oh"
"oh?"
"oh," you repeat dumbly, as your brain reminds you of something you've barely thought about since you've met heeseung, "i just remembered... I won't be in your class next semester--they're transferring into the psychology course next month."
the two of you look at each other for a second as you think about what you leaving meant.
for you, it means that you can finally focus on a module you're truly passionate about. it means that you can finally study something relevant to your degree. (it means you'll most likely never see heeseung as much because the economics building is on the complete opposite side of campus from the psychology hall.)
for heeseung it means one less peer to tutor and one less script to mark. it means finally having most of his free time to himself, now that he doesn't have to worry about fitting extra tutor time in his schedule. (it means he'll no longer see you anymore because the two of you are studying for different degrees and the only thing connecting the two of you was the fact that you were incorrectly enrolled in a business program that he happened to TA.)
"it's gonna be weird not seeing you half asleep in the morning lectures." heeseung jokes lightly and you laugh in response, trying not to let your little realisation damper the mood.
"yeah, I'm definitely gonna miss having to be able to use you as an excuse to skip out on my other lectures."
heeseung's smile drops, "you used me as an excuse to do what?"
"oh, relax. I only did it once," you wave him off dismissively, thinking back to that one time you told ms. park that you would be unable to attend her lecture because your TA had requested you to help oversee some of his tasks, "you have half of the university staff up your ass, you know that right," you say irritatedly as you take a bite of your forgotten muffin, "all I had to do was mention you name and ms. park was immediately like "ohh?? lee heeseung?? go yn, go! don't keep him waiting! you should've told me earlier!" like what the actual hell–she's in the science building. she doesn't even teach you. "
heeseung laughs throughout your entire rant, shaking his head as you impersonate ms. park, "I'm gonna miss you yn," the words that leave his mouth causes him to freeze momentarily, because he did not mean for them to come out. he watches you closely for your reaction, more nervous than he was before.
you feel as if you can barely breathe. his words should not have that much of an effect on you, but they do. so much so, that when you look at heeseung, you feel like letting him know that you're gonna miss him too. quite possibly even more than he'll miss you. for a split second you even consider being honest with him (and yourself) by telling him that you might like him more than a friend, "heeseung I-"
"oh, hey you two!"
you falter at the interruption, your eyes flickering over to the person who walked up to your table. 
"oh, yeji," you greet weakly, "hey!"
of course. yeji. how could you even forget about heeseung’s crush on her. you lived with the girl for god's sake.
"hey yeji." heeseung says softly, and it makes you feel sick. how could you have ever thought you had a chance? you watch yeji glance at the two of you with an unreadable expression in her eyes, but it disappears just as fast as your saw it pass by.
yeji looks at heeseung sweetly, "you mind if I sit next to you?" she gestures to the chair next to him–the one the two of you stole from a vacant table so you could pile all of your excess textbooks on to avoid your table from being cluttered.
"yeah, sure," heeseung clears up the chair and places the books on the table, "here you go."
"so..." yeji smiles at you, "what have the two of you been talking about?"
your mind recalls the words you were about to speak, and you swallow thickly, "uh, just stuff...about me being transferred out of the business program next month." you can feel heeseung's eyes on you, but you don't look at him.
"next month?" yeji looks shocked as she looks between the two of you. turning to heeseung, she places a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure you'll be sad to watch your friend go, huh?" 
"yeah," heeseung looks at you for a second before turning back to yeji, "but it's okay. yn will be fine. she's been wanting to drop business since the moment she walked into the lecture hall."
the two of them laugh at your antics, but you don't feel like joining in, "actually guys, I have to go," you give them a smile that you hope comes across as sympathetic instead of cringy, "just remembered I have a bio test thursday. gotta study and not fail y'know." you neglect to mention that the test is on the thurday, two weeks from now.
seeing you stand up, heeseung automatically helps you gather up your pens and pencils while you stack your books neatly to fit in your tote bag, "again? didn't you write one like three days ago?" he asks concerned, and you wish your heart would stop fluttering the way it does.
"yeah, they're keeping us busy," you laugh awkwardly as you feel yeji's eyes calculating your every move. heeseung zips up your pencil case and hands it to you, and you smile gratefully, "thank you."
your smile leaves heeseung feeling unnerved, and his face feels oddly hot, but he doesn't unwelcome the strange feeling, "yeah, no problem."
"I'll see you guys later." you bid goodbye, waving the two of them off. you hear heeseung remind you not to work too hard and you promise him you won't before leaving the campus coffee shop.
when you pass by the window, you see yeji and heeseung chatting amongst themselves and remind your fluttering heart that the only reason you and heeseung even got close was so that you could help him get together with yeji.
your heart doesn't listen.
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synopsis : you have high hopes for your second year of university. so it’s a damn shame that your university’s administration messed up your timestable and put you in a business course you had no intention of being in. you’d think being assigned an attractive teaching assistant would at least make things a little bit better, but of course you were wrong once again. luckily, you’re allowed to swap modules in the new term, but only on the condition that you pass the business module. sounds good,, except for the fact that you’ve never done business in your life...but not to fear! TA Lee Heeseung promises to help make you pass your module.
you just have to set him up with his crush, Hwang Yeji.
p.s do NOT fall in love with him :)
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safetycar-restart · 2 years ago
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I’ll be writing later today but for some reason my brain is filled with soft poly!piarles thoughts at the moment so I’m gonna share some headcannons with you guys in order to cause maximum chaos when I properly start writing later:
- you can’t tease Charles when he’s tired or else he’ll start crying
- Charles actually gives very good massages? He always listens and pays attention to what his physio does with him and he LOVES giving you and Pierre massages. (And yes he listens to the physio and reads up on it and buys massage oil just to give you and Pierre massages because he’s a sweet little bunny)
- you guys start leaving little gifts for each other in random places? Like slipping a note into Charles’s backpack before he leaves for the airport or Pierre adding your favourite chocolate to your suitcase when you’re not in the room
- the best gift Charles ever got was when he opened his suitcase at his hotel for a week of training in Maranello and found one of Pierre’s oversized hoodies that had been sprayed with your perfume
- speaking of perfume, Charles carries a small bottle of yours and Pierre’s so that he can spray it on his pillows when he struggles to sleep
- Pierre ALWAYS orders and fetches the drinks whenever you guys go out. And he’s always the one with the tab open for the drinks. Doesn’t matter where, it could be a club or a wedding or a party whatever it’s always Pierre does the drinks
- and yes pierre will get very upset if you or Charles get your own drinks
- snacks are one of Charles’s love languages. He’ll always bring you snacks and drinks when you’re working and you know it’s his way of saying he loves you
- Pierre adores carrying Charles around the house
- sometimes you’ll do long scenes or a weekend long d/s dynamic with Pierre and then Charles actually helps Pierre remember the rules? Like he’ll make sure Pierre has done his workout and drank his water by the required time and stuff like that. You’re a lot stricter on Pierre and Charles loves helping him
- Charles is very possessive and actually gets jealous very easily.
- the main reason charles wants to go public with the relationship is so that he can hold your hand or Pierre’s hand in public. That’s it. That’s the reason.
- he wants to be able to just hold onto your hand and be led through crowded spaces without worrying about a single thing.
- it’s actually Pierre who wears lingerie first
- often if two of you are scening without the other, then the Dom will call the other person and let them pick something?
- like Pierre calls you to let you pick the vibrator he uses on Charles
- or you call Charles to let him pick the colour of the rope you use on Pierre
- you guys have three group chats. One is just for general vibes and chatting, one is for organisational purposes and one is NSFW
- and you always use the groupchat even if the message is only for one of you. Like Pierre and Charles both send their schedules to the organisational group chat every race weekend even if you’re not at the race so they could have just sent it privately.
I’m in my soft poly!piarles for some reason so I hope you guys liked these :))
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