9 Works by galactic03
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Osamu’s too caught up in his Suna fantasies (Suna riding him nice and slow in his own bed, folding him against the kitchen counters and fucking his thighs, a little dryhumping between homies on the couch) to hear the front door open and Suna walking out of the genkan.
“Yo, Osamu,” Suna greets as he comes into view.
Osamu startles and his hand flies out from where he was mindlessly palming himself.
Suna is standing in front of the couch, eyes glued to the hand Osamu is still holding up in the air. Osamu wasn’t even properly touching himself, and he could play it off as the usual holding your crotch because that happens to dudes sometimes, okay, but he knows he’s showing a half chub through his sweatpants and he’s feeling incredibly hot in the face so no doubt Suna is ever going to buy that.
Osamu swallows. “Hi, Sunarin.”
“Didn’t know you were into voyeurism shit,” Suna says, but he doesn’t look put off by any means, and his eyes trail from Osamu’s palm down, down, down and lock on shamelessly on the tent between Osamu’s legs.
“I was readjustin’ my balls,” Osamu still tries.
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“So? What’s it feel like, turning seventeen?”
Osamu turns bleary eyes to his left. Striking green stares right back.
“Seventeen?” He mutters, sleep-addled mind desperately trying to catch up.
“Seventeen,” Rintarou confirms, small smile mushed against his pillow.
The fog in his mind isn’t letting up. Rintarou fishes for his phone and turns the screen to Osamu’s face, blinding him in the process. Osamu startles and blinks wearily at the culprit.
“Asshole,” Osamu whispers as Rintarou bites back a laugh.
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- Part 5 of sen's twitter threadfics
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Exams season is never fun for anyone. Much less for one Miya Osamu, who's currently keeling over from the double load of both a business major and his part-time job as a line cook.
Osamu spends the better part of his days crouched over his computer, furiously typing away at his keyboard to hand in half-assed assignments, or losing his mind over syllabi who make less and less sense as he reads through them. He picks up as many shifts as he can, needing both the experience and the money, plus the brief respite his brain desperately needs.
None of this compares to Osamu's most severe plight during exam season: Suna Rintarou, beautiful handsome smart witty and caring boyfriend Suna Rintarou, or the lack of him thereof.
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- Part 4 of sen's twitter threadfics
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“Washio’s in a skirt?” Osamu gaped.
Rintarou hummed. “Black leather miniskirt. Super sexy on him.”
“I need to see that.” Rintarou gave a harsh tug on his hair.
“Eyes back here, you dog,” he said, smirking.
Osamu gave a small laugh before tightening his hold on Rintarou. “As if I could ever take my eyes off ya when ya look like this.” Osamu’s hand slid up under his skirt, rubbing a few soothing circles on the bare skin there.
Pause.
“Are ya… are ya even wearing underwear right now?”
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In the eleven years Rintarou has known Osamu, he’s been the unfortunate witness to many a love confession and hopeful romantics slipping him their—or their friends'—phone numbers. In high school, Osamu had always politely rejected boys and girls alike, an apologetic smile on his lips that did nothing to hide the disinterested look in his eyes. Osamu might’ve been the nicer Miya twin, but he was still an asshole with nothing on his brain but volleyball and what was for lunch that day.
Or five times Rintarou got jealous, and the one time Osamu did.
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- Part 3 of sen's twitter threadfics
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Rintarou knows even before Osamu realises. It's in the touches, really.
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- Part 2 of sen's twitter threadfics
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Miya Osamu and Suna Rintarou are not dating. That's what they answer when asked. And it sounds true, until it does not.
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- Part 1 of sen's twitter threadfics
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Motoya sighs, absent-mindedly swiping at the condensation on his glass. “You could just try a little–oh, they’re back inside.”
Rintarou follows Motoya’s gaze and turns around on his chair. True to his words, the duo they’d met outside are now perched on high stools at the bar.
They're quite tall, the both of them. Maybe around Rintarou's height. They look freakishly similar, the only notable difference he can pick up on at this distance being their hair: one has his dyed platinum blonde, while the other seems to have retained more of a natural colour under his cap. Brothers, likely, maybe twins.
Under the shitty lighting of the bar, Rintarou locks eyes with the darker haired one out of the two. A warm shade of grey looks back at him with open curiosity.
Rintarou turns back quickly. He’s not embarrassed per say, just a little annoyed at being caught ogling.
Or the courting rituals of one Suna Rintarou for one Miya Osamu's puppy dog eyes.
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that's what the mask is by galactic03 for temp3r4nce
Fandoms: Chainsaw Man (Manga), Chainsaw Man (Anime)
27 May 2024
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“I think there’s been a mistake,” Aki says calmly.
A pair of pretty, doe-like carmine eyes are looking up at him. It’s a bit hard to concentrate.
“But this is apartment M1911, isn't it? Counsellor said it was the place.” Definitely a very pretty voice, too. Aki is truly fucked.
“Um, yes. I wasn't told I would have a roommate though, so this is…” Aki trails off. It’s definitely hard concentrating when the most beautiful person he’s probably ever seen is standing at his doorstep and claiming to be his new roommate.
The person stares blankly at Aki.
“Okay,” Aki relents. He’s never been good at refusing pretty people. “What about leaving your bags here while we go check together?”
The person simply shrugs. Aki thinks he might go mad.
(Or, Aki is a uni student and streams on the side. His life gets turned upside down when a new person moves into his apartment.)