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@youregoingtobe-thedeathofme

Winston is just about to tear into a bag of chips when his phone starts ringing. "Can you get that, babe?" It better be damn important, who still calls these days? "Should be on the coffee table." He leans against the doorframe, looking into the living room as he pops a chip in his mouth. Who calls this late anyways? "If it's spam tell 'em to fuck off." He grunts.

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About Me

call me Red or R

he/him pronouns

I'm nonbinary and trans, and am guy-adjacent

polyam and in love with @maddeningmidnight

usually submissive

I use the likes as a tool for my shitty memory so if you don't want notespam you should probably block me

askbox is open

mutuals are welcome to DM~

DNI

minors/blogs with no age listed

blank blogs

terfs

cishet men

"men dni" blogs

detrans/misgendering kink

Boundaries

i wont call you mommy/daddy

don't call me mommy/daddy

i may or may not interact with light cnc and I definitely won't interact with hard cnc/r*peplay

I do not usually like descriptions or images of bodily fluids (sweat, spit, cum, etc)

that's all I think I need to say up-front, but further questions about my boundaries are both welcome and appreciated if you have them

#r.t #r.p

the unknown /past

it had been long years since hanjae and his twin brother had lived under the same roof. sure, they had spend a few nights together when their parents had made it work, but it was different than the first years when they’d been a true family. hanjae ached for those times, though he’d almost never admit it to anyone if he could help it. he wasn’t foolish enough to believe that nothing had changed between them, or that he and wonho were the same people. he had seen him grow and change, and they slowly knew less and less about each other.

but when wonho had decided to go to the same college as hanjae, he'd immediately jumped in to offer that they could be roommates. hanjae wasn’t the most sociable guy, so it wasn’t as though he had a lot of people he was open to sharing the space his mom and stepfather were generous enough to fund. he sought out his twin with a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

“hey, wonho. how’s it going? it’s been...jeez, how long has it even been since we lived in the same house?” he asked. he had been aiming for lighthearted conversation, but realized immediately it seemed worse, flippant. “i mean...you know. a lot’s happened...do you think it’ll be weird living together?” he mentally questioned why he kept making this worse and worse.

@hrwonho

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