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[obedientdog]

🐺 Hit me up on plurk or via PM if you have any questions/want to run an idea by me first/what-have-you.
🐺 General squick/trigger list.
🐺 m/m for anything shippy.
🐺 General headcanon for Skov. If you've got different headcanon/ideas for a psl, hit me with 'em; I'm flexible.
🐺 Skov's kink list.
🐺 This is open to everyone who wants to thread with me!

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[obedientdog]

yea that sounds good
swan's out rn anyway

[And he'd be back at...some point. He'd been vague about timelines and Skov hadn't pried that much. Swan was allowed to go out and do whatever he wanted, of course.]

its not?

[Skov wasn't sure if he should consider it flirting or not. Honestly, it sort of came across as masochism which, you know, Skov could totally understand.

Kavinsky, on the other hand, wasn't usually much of an emoji-type person, but he was charmed by Ronan's out-of-the-blue text. He replied with a ❤️‍🔥 because there wasn't really much other way to express how Ronan made him burn for him. Passionately.]

[threesecrets]

ill be there soon

and nah. i mean. sometimes i dont pick fights cause im angry.
sometimes i just need to feel it?
and youre- better than some asshole when its real.

[Which was to say that it was both masochism and flirting. Not that Ronan expresses that gracefully, but he's also never discussed kink with anyone who wasn't Kavinsky, and the other dreamer basically had a PhD in decoding Ronan's sullen silences, which didn't translate well over text. But the truth was there was a thrill there with Skov that wasn't with other boys.

And Skov was lovely when he was bruised and dangerous too; teeth flashing like he'd bite your neck. A reminder that as soft as he could be, he was a wild thing too. They were different breeds of dogs.

Ronan kept up the emoji texts, grinning at his phone like an idiot as he ordered the pizza at Nino's even as the conversation devolved from hearts into sexual suggestion: sparkles paired to a peach and eggplant, or lips and sweatdrops and other things. They were teenage boys, after all. But once the pizza was ready he ended with: gonna try and talk to skov wish me luck.]

[obedientdog]

kay
oh! i get it
i feel the same

[Skov was well acquainted with fighting for the feeling of it, fists hitting skin, the scuffling and bruises and scrapes. Sometimes, it was the only thing that made him feel alive.

Kavinsky, on the other hand, was as delighted by the subject of their texting as he was with the fact he was getting Ronan's attention. He replied with: good luck. he's easy to talk to, tho]