#I WANTED TO DRAW THE BACKGROUND BUT I COULD NOT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[evignonita]

My part of the art trade with @f1shart 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

GENERAL BLING BLING 💖💖

[fairycheol]

enhypen as boyfriends

이희승

Heeseung is the type of boyfriend who likes to playfully flirt with you in public just to get a reaction out of you. It’s a habit he’s had since before you started dating.

But with his teasing comes his never ending urge to protect and take care of you, doesn’t matter if it’s pulling you to the inside of a sidewalk, tying your shoes for you, and making sure you are eating regularly.

And trust if he finds out you’ve skipped a meal, he’s sitting you down and personally hand feeding you everything.

Arguments between you two rarely occur and when they do happen it’s usually over something small, like forgetting to text him good morning or give him a kiss goodbye.

This man is so dramatic he once ignored you for an entire week because you mistook one of Jake’s hoodies as his (｡-_-｡)

All in all he just wants you to be happy with him, and he’s willing to do pretty much anything to make sure you feel that way.

박종성

Jay I think is more of a silent lover. He’s not screaming “I love you!” in your face 24/7 like some of the other members, but that doesn’t necessarily mean his love for you is any less.

He prefers showing his love for you by putting his black card to use no matter how much it may annoy you. Jay’s rich tho, so he has no problem dropping 1k dollars for you when he wants.

And while the expensive bouquet of flowers and fancy restaurant dates are nice, Jay also knows how to plan a more relaxed dinner date.

He’ll put his cooking skills to use and make a cute little picnic just for you, complete with activities like painting or stargazing.

You also didn’t hear this from me but, Jay is an extreme cuddlier. I’m talking straight up will put you in a chokehold just to keep you from getting up and leaving him in the freezing cold.

Kind of want my own silent lover Jay now ☹️

심재윤

Oh lord where do i even begin with Jake.

I guess i’ll start off by saying that he loves showing you off. I’m talking will go up to random strangers in a 7/11 to say things like,

“this is my girlfriend? isnt she so pretty?” and then he proceeds to get upset if the person agrees or says nothing at all like okay 💀

Then you have to yell at him for drawing to much attention to you when you have on disney pajama pants and the first sweater you could find from off your dirty floor, but he still insists you look great.

Apart from that he’s not afraid of being affectionate in public, he’ll hug you, hold your hand, and kiss you at any given moment. He still knows when to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two, especially if you begin to show signs of discomfort.

This man would be so in love it’s actually sickening, he stares at you like you made the universe. (cue Niki dramatically gagging in the background)

박성훈

The two of you are either polar opposite’s or the exact same in terms of personality but otherwise, star-crossed lovers. That’s exactly what you guys are.

Sunghoon I think is a perfect combination of what Jay and Jake are as boyfriends. He’s quiet but can get really loud with his affection whenever he wants.

Café dates are a must. He enjoys the peacefulness of sitting together drinking coffee and talking about how you’re both feeling.

I get the feeling his favorite form of physical affection is hugging you, getting to feel the warmth from your body and the way you nuzzle into his neck makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He’ll never admit this to you but he loves being woken up with kisses onto the moles that decorate his pale skin. He’s faked being asleep at least 10 times just to get some kisses and bask in the warmth of it all.

김선우

Sunoo is probably the most energetic lover out of all the enhypen members. Nothing and i mean absolutely nothing can stop him from letting it be known just how happy he is to have you in his life.

He loves any and all kinds of dates, baking dates? loves it. stay at home dates? he’s got snacks ready. fancy dates? oh he’s going ALL OUT.

Taking pictures of the two of you is another favorite of his. His camera roll is 90% just you. He tears up a little when he has to make room for camera storage cause he wants to cherish your memories together on his phone.

I think he’s also very big on keeping you well fed. He’s always making trips to the store and buying your favorite snacks so you never run out.

Physical affection is another big thing for him, he wants you to feel his love not just through his words and actions but quite literally through his body too.

He’s a perfect boyfriend.

양정원

Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon, our lovely leader is def a shy lover. He’s quiet but his actions speak a lot louder than words.

He basks in the warmth of your love and affection. He’s exactly like a cat, YOU kind of have to do all the work but it’s honestly not as bad as it sounds.

He lives for dates in the park, getting to walk around and find a good place to set up your picnic makes him very happy for some reason.

And trust me when i say he has fallen asleep on your lap a good number of times, but he can’t help it! he just gets all warm and happy around you.

I do think because of his leader instincts he’s very protective of you. One time you scraped your knee at the park and my guy was running around almost in tears ready to fight the pebble you tripped on.

He eventually calmed down enough to get some bandaids from a near by store and fix you up. He insisted on carrying you all the way home and was some how successful on doing so.

西村 力

He’s your concert/trip buddy. You two will go anywhere and everywhere together it kind of annoys the members but hey, young love.

He once spotted you at one of their tour stops in the U.S. and he almost lost his mind. Fans got suspicious as to why he began to pay so much attention to the section you were sitting in.

Niki likes to facetime you at random parts of the day just to annoy you, jkjk he does it cause he wants to talk with you. Being around the hyungs for so long makes him miss you and feel lonely but he’ll never admit that.

He more often then not will sneak you into the practice room to show off his dancing and will ask for your opinion afterwards.

It’s mandatory that you give him a kiss everytime he does something good or else he gets upset 😠

All in all he’s just happy to have someone to call his home away from home.

[teenyweenynightghost]

Mamma mia

A/n: I finally returned. I’m not staying for long tho, unless its chaotic or fluff. Anywhoo, I hope you enjoy this ;)

Warnings: Smuhuhuhuhuhut. Smutt.

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @cucciolafaerie @theimpossiblehologramtree @unitersmoonshine @lalls000 (it isn’t working☹️) @deeavjbes

“You have some clients waiting in room 4!”

The same clicking, buzzing and faint noises of music clouded Y/n’s head, as she hurried to look over her files. Maneskin… she had heard of the band’s success after Eurovision, and had seen a few clips from their concerts.

There was no doubt, the members had a magnetic appearance. Something about them lured you in as If they were sirens of more modern times.

Regardless, she had no time to think about metaphors. A few weeks back, Y/n had been contacted by the band’s manager requesting a more eccentric photoshoot, to promote their new single. Y/n dealt with such requests daily and was well aware of the steps of taking such photos. A few shots and cigarettes, a little dance party, taking off clothes little by little… She was used to the awkwardness and embarrassment of it all and had seen her fair share of bodies. Why should this be any different?

Grabbing all the sketches and notes in one hand, she locked her office and set off to the room. They said they wanted a white background, which meant less work for her. Everything was going according to plan.

A few more steps, walking by a few staff members, taking the final turn…

“Hello, my name is-“

Her words died in her throat as she caught sight of the people in front of her. Instead of four, fully clothed and uncomfortable people, there were four, completely naked, unbelievably confident considering the circumstances, hot, gods.

“Y/n. Yes…we’ve heard.” A tanned man with short brown hair finished her sentence, looking her up and down.

Professional, Y/n, stay professional…

“Well Im glad. You clearly look comfortable so.. I suppose we could start the shoot?” She called out, looking around for her assistant-

“Wait, where’s Claire?”/

“We asked for a private shoot…considering that everyone around here heard about us except, well, you.” A tall man, whom Y/n had heard was the guitarist, answered her question.

A slight blush creeped upon her face, now regretting having not researched more. Determined to complete the task at hand, she just shook her head, trying her best to clear her thoughts, and pulled out her sketches.

“Alright then… I have a few drawings here, how you might be able to sit, or how to fit in a fish lens. Do you have any preferences?”

At that, a girl, the only one in fact, shot up, skipping towards Y/n.

“Oh I’m definitely in front. Couldn’t have it any other way.” She smirked, promptly sitting down in the centre of the little podium.

The light glinted on her, reflecting on the oil, and capturing Y/n’s attention. She could swear that every single inch of the girl was perfect: from the way her hips curved right below her waist, the silver hoop pierced in her nipple, the blonde hair cascading down her petite shoulders…

“Then I’m staying in the back. Vic put your hand close to my dick. That should kill our fans.” The singer chuckled, plopping right behind the girl.

“OH! Then Ethan should sit next to you! Cover him with your knee!” She exclaimed, getting excited about how everyone should settle down. “And Thommy, come lean on my shoulder!

Y/n watched dumbfounded as they all sat in their places, gliding their hands down one another’s bodies, laughing at how much fun it was to apply body makeup.

“Well, I think we can start the shoot now; can’t we?” Vic stated, watching Y/n with a fiery intensity as she picked up the camera and got in to position.

“No, not like that. You should look like you’re on top.” The long-haired drummer corrected her, a slight hint of amusement coming though his serious expression.

Y/n nodded weakly, stepping closer to the band and raising the camera upwards.

A few clicks, flashlights and dirty comments later, they were all gathered around Y/n, looking at the results.

“Ohh I like this one!” “No, this is better!” “This will kill them the most!”

Y/n’s mind spun as their banter filled her mind, along with the thought of other circumstances they would be naked in.

“Aw, how come you’re blushing so hard?” Vic chuckled, raising Y/n’s head to face her. “After all, you’ve taken nude shots before, haven’t you?”

“We looked through some of them. The way you capture the human body and make it feel like a personal fantasy at the same time is what made you so different from other photographers. It’s what made us pick you too.” Ethan intervened, closely examining her face and watching as it got redder and redder. Y/n, on the other hand, was slowly dying inside. Being praised, flirted with and around so many hot, naked people truly made her wish she didn’t have to be professional.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now for the filter would you like-“

Before she could finish the sentence Vic’s lips came crashing into hers, making Y/n lose her equilibrium. Before she could fall down, Ethan’s toned body crashed against her back, a strong arm coming around her waist.

“We just wanna have fun puppy. Wanna be apart of it or do you wanna watch?” Vic’s husky voice was barely heard above Thomas and Damiano’s conversation. Both men, seemingly unbothered about what was happening around them.

Noticing her distraction, Ethan was quick to grab her jaw and face it towards Vic again. “She asked a question.” He whispered, dangerously low, tightening his grip on her.

“A little participation wouldn’t hurt.

“Good to know. Dami, Thomas, you joining?”

Before the words left Vic’s mouth, the guitarist was already on his way to get closer to the photographer. “You don’t have to tell me twice!” He cheered, grabbing Y/n‘s hand and pulling her away from Ethan.

“How about you and I…dance, a little. Hm bella?” He mused in Y/n’s ear, swinging her back and forth.

“There is no music.” The girl answered back innocently, looking around for a speaker, being however, interrupted, by Damiano’s laugh.

“I’m pretty sure your moans would count as music.”

With his words, Thomas began kissing her neck, biting in the most sensitive places and licking them shortly after. Damiano approached her from behind, grabbing her neck and showing Thomas exactly which spots to kiss.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to be just as undressed as everyone else, and even less time, to realize how wet everyone in the room was. She could feel Damiano, hard against her back, his muscles twitching every time a moan escaped her mouth. Thomas, on the other hand, was already on his knees, in front of her, looking up with eyes Y/n could only describe as adorably desperate.

“Fuck, Thomas, just do it already!” The girl moaned out as Damiano pinched her nipple. Having heard her words, he parted her legs and made room for Thomas.

With one big swipe, the man was already inside her, licking frantically at her folds. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over Y/n, her knees already struggling to hold her sweaty frame up.

“Shit, Thomas…”

Damiano soon started rubbing into her back, desperate for some release himself, not being able to fully control his actions anymore. A hand left her breasts and went down to his dick, stroking it in rhythm with the girl’s moans.

Y/n felt as if she was floating higher and higher, the edges of her eyes starting to fade, as an overwhelming pleasure rammed into her.

Her body trembled as she rode out her high, feeling a warm liquid drip down her back and leg.

Someone guided her down, making the girl sit in their lap, as she slowly became aware again.

In one corner was Thomas, his fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead, and in front of her, Damiano, on his knees, looking at her with his fucked-out eyes. Both having climaxed along with her.

A delicate hand brushed a strand of hair off her face, blowing a gust of cold hair onto her neck.

“Such a good girl, think you can go for round two?” The blonde whispered into her ear, licking up her neck.

Y/n faintly nodded, watching as Ethan smirked at her, getting up and resting between her legs.

The girl closed her eyes, relaxing into Vic’s embrace as she massaged her shoulders, letting Ethan spread her legs and climb on top of her.

“You have really pretty lips. Did I tell you that?” Vic commented, changing her position. Y/n grunted at the loss of contact and shivered when her bare back met the cold floor of the studio.

“I’d love to ride them.” The blonde grinned down at the girl, watching her eyes widen and pupils dilate in anticipation. “Meanwhile, Ethan is gonna fuck you. Is that right?”

The man puffed as he kissed up Y/n’s thigh, needing no foreplay to enter her smoothly. Y/n rolled her head back in pleasure as she felt Ethan inside of her, not yet moving. He waited for Y/n to relax fully. Vic sat down on the girls stomach, her own wetness dripping onto the piercing Y/n had, and started thrusting forward in sync with what Ethan was doing.

It started off slow, both waiting for the girl to get used to the feeling. The second her moans got louder, Vic was on her face and Ethan gripped onto her thighs as he pushed deeper and deeper.

All of their moans synchronized as Y/n struggled to please the girl on top of her, being distracted, however, by Ethan fucking her so roughly. She brought a hand up and grabbed Vic’s hip, pressing her down onto her, hitting a sensitive spot with her tongue.

“Fuck yes!”

In less than a few minutes all three were already panting and moaning, getting dangerously close to their high.

Ethan pulled out of Y/n quickly, cumming onto her stomach in a fraction of a second, while Vic continued to grind down onto her face.

Tears escaped the blonde’s eyes as she grew more desperate, eventually deciding to switch the tables.

She climbed off of Y/n, causing her to whimper after the girl, and laid down on the floor.

“How are you feeling, puppy?”

“As bad as you. Now just make me cum, please!” Y/n begged, pushing Victoria’s body against her and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

“Do it yourself, cucciola, and we might just not leave you like this.”

Y/n’s hands were instantly inside of herself, pushing a finger, then two, and three, until broken sobs and loud moans were the only thing filling the room. Vic climbed onto her thigh, starting to grind on it, just as she had a few seconds ago on her face.

A whistle from Damiano was all it took for both girls to reach their climaxes. Cumming loudly onto each other, the blonde fell on the floor right next to Y/n.

“Maybe we should take a few more photos now.”

***

“So I made a selection, and these are the best pictures out of them all.” Y/n told the band, examining their expressions as they looked over the pictures.

“I like the ones we took after we fucked. We looked more oily.”

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

gray skies & pretty colors

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Janus, Remus, background Roman Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Dukeceit Warnings: Language, vague discussion of depression, some innuendo, brief mention of ableism and misgendering, mention of stims that harm self (specifically picking skin). Word count: 3557

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Starlight Universe masterpost

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Summary: Sometimes Janus is gray inside. Remus has colors (literally) to spare.

Notes: Day 2 of Dukeceit Week 2021! @dukeceitweek Takes place in my Starlight Universe, where each piece can be read without any context. Takes place midway through the second year of college. Remus uses he/they pronouns, Janus uses they/them only at this point in the AU. The stim toy described is meant to be something like this one (which I highly recommend, btw. Stimtastic has great stuff.)

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Remus’s phone emitted a rapid, ongoing series of vibrations—the buzztone he’d set for Roman. They reached for their pocket and examined the notification, from a contact saved as “shitty AU me 🌈🤮💩👯‍♂️❤️.”

Roman: I don’t think Janus is doing very good today ☹️

Remus’s heart sank. He hated days—more and more frequent, this chilly, gray winter quarter—when Janus “wasn’t doing very good.” Hated the way they looked so empty and tired and nothing he could do was enough to fix it and cheer them up again.

That wasn’t going to stop him from trying anyway, again and again, in hopes that it helped at least a little.

He sighed and responded to Roman’s text, just to confirm.

Remus: ??

Roman: 🤷‍♂️ They’re like spacey and stuff Doing stims that hurt them 😣 mostly picking their skin 😢 Stuff like that

Remus sighed, staring unhappily at one of the polaroids of Janus taped to his wall.

Remus: well shit Ty 4 letting me knwo

Roman: 👍🏼

Remus closed the conversation with Roman and pulled up Janus’s contact—they were saved as “baeeeEeEEeeeEEEEEEeEEee 😩💛💚😍💕👅💞😘💓💗💖😏😏💘,” mostly because it annoyed them greatly and was therefore hilarious—hitting the “call” button and jiggling their leg as he listened to it ring.

Janus did not pick up. He pursed his lips and texted them.

Remus: >:( I know u saw that

Janus: ...Maybe

Remus hit “call” again, drumming their fingers on their thigh and waiting. Janus picked up on the third ring.

“Hi,” they said drearily.

“Hi, baby!” Remus couldn’t help but perk up slightly at the sound of their voice, even with how worried he was. “I love you!”

They could practically see the tiny smile on Janus’s face and the way their fingers would cover their mouth to hide it. “I love you too,” Janus replied, voice quiet. There was a pause. “Was that all you wanted to say, or?”

“Oh! Right.” Remus went to their desk and began rummaging in a drawer. “How are you doing?”

There was silence on the other end.

“Janny, baby?”

“I’m fine,” Janus said at last, toneless.

“You are a terrible liar, you little shit,” Remus said bluntly.  

“I’m a great liar, actually,” Janus said, sounding offended—ha, at last, a solid emotion—“you’re just… perceptive.”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweet cheeks. By which I am referring to all of your cheeks, of every variety, just to be clear.” Remus continued to dig through the desk drawer.

A very brief pause. “Why would you phrase it like that?” Janus demanded with a half-laugh of horror.

Remus grinned. “To make you sound like that. It’s really funny and cute when you think I’m awful,” they said, finally locating the plastic bottles he’d stashed away ages ago. “So, c’mon, how are you doing? Tell meeeeeeeee,” they begged, drawing the syllable out into their best obnoxious whine.

Janus hesitated. “I don’t know,” they admitted at last. “Just… existing.”

“Existing’s good,” Remus encouraged. “Way better than not existing. I love when you exist. It’s so sexy of you.”

Janus huffed out a single breath in something that was not quite a laugh. “Thank you. I put a lot of effort into it,” they said sarcastically.

“And you do such a fantastic job, I’m very proud,” Remus praised, far more sincerely than Janus had spoken.

There was another brief silence. “Thanks,” Janus said, their voice suddenly small and with a tremulous quiver to it he knew they would rather die than admit to.

“Course, honey.” Remus crossed to their closet and began sifting through the heap of clothes on the floor of it. “Are you busy right now?”

“…No,” Janus admitted petulantly.

“Cool! Wanna go on a date?”

“What, now?”

“Yeah! Neither of us have classes this afternoon.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Please, baby?” Remus added sweetly. He didn’t want to leave them to mope and stew in their emptiness and make it bigger and worse.

Janus sighed, and Remus knew he’d won. “Fine,” they said. “What do you want to do?”

“Meet me at the quad?” Remus said. “And bring some old clothes if you have any.”

“What?”

“I have enough for both of us if you don’t! Just if you’ve got any, bring ’em along.”

“What are we doing?” Janus said, baffled and curious. Another emotion, that was good.

“You’ll see!” Remus responded cheerfully. “See you soon, kisses, stop picking your skin, Roman tattled on you, use one of your stim toys instead, love you, mwah, bye bye now!” They hung up the phone before Janus could ask anything else and began shoving supplies into a tote bag.

Janus was already waiting for them when they arrived at the quad, a lone figure standing tall and thin with their arms crossed, dressed in all black as per usual, their long dirty-blond hair held back in its typical low ponytail. Their arriving first was not really a surprise; the apartment Janus shared with Roman and Logan was very close to campus, while Remus’s apartment was a twenty-minute walk away for most people and fourteen for Remus, who walked fast. It was a Thursday afternoon and the quad wasn’t very busy, just a scattering of students here and there; perfect for Remus’s plans. Nobody would get in their way. They sped up and half-ran the remaining distance to Janus.

Janus was staring into the distance with a drawn, empty look on their face, which slipped behind a smile that was a little too quick and perfect when they saw Remus.

That wouldn’t do at all. Remus caught their hands in his—pleased to note that there was indeed a stim toy clutched in one, a small round brush with silicone bristles to pick at, so they’d listened to him—clasping them between the pair of them, and leaned up on tiptoes to kiss them so hard it was practically filthy. “Hello, gorgeous,” he said, settling back down onto his feet and not letting go of their hands.

Janus’s lips twitched in a smaller, more real smile. “Hi.” They tucked the stim toy into a pocket.

“Sky a little gray and dreary in there?” Remus inquired, reaching up, tucking some of Janus’s loose hair behind their ear, and rapping gently on their forehead with one knuckle.

Janus shrugged, the barest motion of one shoulder. “I guess.”

“Gotcha.” Remus nodded. “You need some pretty colors to brighten everything up. Literally.” He hefted the tote bag slung over his shoulder with his best enticing grin.

A tiny spark of curiosity lit in Janus’s eyes. “Oh?”

“Mmhm.” Remus waved the bag back and forth tantalizingly. “I’ve been meaning to break this shit out for a while, actually, I just keep forgetting.”

“What is it?” Janus asked, trying to peer into the bag.

Remus swung it away. “A surprise. Come see.” He took off running, pausing after ten paces or so and turning to check if Janus was following him.

They were not, so Remus stood where they were and waited, arms spread wide. “C’mon!” he encouraged.

Janus crossed their arms and began to walk towards them.

“Nuh-uh.” Remus shook his head. “You gotta run. Chase me. I’m not showing you until you do.”

Janus stopped walking. “Why?”

“Cause I said so. Gets your blood moving around, which you need right now, you know, for endorphins or whatever they say in Legally Blonde—and the only reason I have seen that movie thirteen times is because of Roman, just for the record. So we need to get you running around, cause I said so. Cause the only other good way I know to get blood circulating is fucking, which we can’t do right now, also cause I said so.”

“We are in public,” Janus reminded him.

“Oh yeah, that too, I guess. C’mon. Run around with me a bit. I dare you.” Remus grinned and backed up a few paces at a half-run. “If you don’t, I’ll tell your roomies, and Roman will bug you about it and Logan will give you that disappointed look he does. And none of us want that.”

Janus rolled their eyes. “You are the worst,” they mumbled, but their stance changed, and Remus could tell he’d won again.

“You love it,” Remus said confidently, and turned on their heel and took off across the quad at a sprint, Janus following only a little bit slower. They led Janus around and around, in circles that grew smaller and smaller, until Remus could hear Janus’s breath growing ragged and could see a half-smile on their face when he looked back.

Remus collapsed without warning to lie on his back on the ground. “Good job,” he said in his best praising tone as Janus slowed to a stop and sat cross-legged on the grass beside him.

Janus shrugged, cheeks flushing lightly, and picked at the grass. “I was under duress.” They glanced at him from under their lashes. “Now will you tell me why we’re here?”

Remus grinned and pushed themself up on their elbows. “Help me up.” When Janus did so, he leaned up to kiss them, cupping the back of their neck in his hand and placing the other one on the small of their back. “You’re so pretty and smart and sexy,” he breathed against their lips. “Wanna help me break into the art building?” He slid his hand lower, right into their back pocket, and squeezed.

Janus made a very pretty noise indeed that Remus knew they would never admit had come out of their mouth, and elbowed him. “We are in public,” they repeated, completely ignoring Remus’s question.

“Nobody’s looking.” Remus gave them a mischievous look. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Janus went a delightful shade of pink. “…No,” they admitted quietly.

Remus gave them a knowing look. “You just wanted me to make you say that, didn’t you?”

Janus looked away. “Possibly.”

“God, you are the sexiest creature alive.” Remus slid their other hand into Janus’s other pocket, pulling them close in a less innocent version of a hug.

Janus relaxed against him. “You’re warm,” they commented.

“Yeah, I am.” Remus understood this to be a general fact of life at this point, from how often people commented on his body temperature. “Are you cold, baby?”

Janus considered this and grimaced. “Not really. More… numb. Sensation is nice.”

Remus nodded, watching their face attentively. “It sure is. You need anything?”

Janus shook their head. “I don’t know. Tell me nice things?”

“Hell yeah. How does be gay do crime sound?”

“Fantastic,” Janus said very seriously.

“See, this is why I love you.” Remus grinned and reached up to boop their nose, delighting in the way they scrunched up their whole face. “Goddamn, you’re such a cutie. I could watch you all day. Alright. Back on topic. Wanna go steal some shit from the art building?”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘steal’ and also ‘break into,’ please.”

“Oh, I mean that we’re going into a classroom I have permission to use anytime and taking some supplies I am also allowed to use for classwork anytime.” Remus grinned proudly.

“So, neither breaking in nor stealing,” Janus said, amused.

“No, listen the whole way through!” Remus protested “It’s very sexy and illegal of us, I promise! Because we aren’t supposed to take them out of the building, and it’s not for a class, so if we got caught I’d be in some kind of trouble. I’m not actually sure what they’d do. Maybe I’d be banned from using shit outside of classes, I don’t know. But nobody’s gonna see us, and if they do I’m great at bullshitting people, so we won’t get in trouble, pinky promise.” They beamed up at Janus. “Game?”

Janus rolled their eyes and shook their head with a smile. “Fine. And then will you tell me what we’re doing?”

“Yes!” Remus promised. “Just as soon as we do our little crime. C’mon, let’s go!” They leaned up to press a quick kiss to Janus’s lips and took them by the hand, tugging them towards the art building.

Remus had memorized the schedule posted outside the classroom labeled Studio 2 - Fine Arts: Paint, Ink, and Dye. There were no classes scheduled for this time slot, and instead the studio was left empty for art students with homework assignments. Remus punched in the code on the keypad meant to keep non-art majors out and led Janus into the room.

It was empty, luckily enough. “Okay, so, we need a couple of big buckets, and we’re going to fill them up with water,” Remus instructed. “We’re probably supposed to get it hot, but I think setting the quad on fire and melting the buckets will make you yell at me—”

“You think?”

“I never assume anything without hard evidence, Janny, it gets in the way of scientific inquiry. So as I was saying, we can just use regular temperature water instead and see if it works at all, I think it’ll be really fun. Might be a total failure, but that’s okay. It’s about the journey.”

“Are we dyeing things?” Janus asked, turning on the sink to fill up one of the large, paint-stained white plastic buckets they’d found. “Since you said to bring old clothes.”

“Ooh, they’re a smartie, huh?” Remus grinned at them. “Kind of. Kind of something different. You’ll see.”

Janus pouted. “I think you are trying to torment me at this point.”

“Guilty as charged.” Remus blew them a kiss. If Janus was busy being curious, hopefully it was at least a little distracting from feeling gray inside. “C’mon, let’s make our daring getaway with these stolen goods.” They hefted one of the buckets, now more than half-full with water and headed for the door.

Back on the quad, Remus lowered his bucket beside the one Janus had carried out, a little bit of water sloshing out over the grass as he dropped it the last inch or so to the ground. “Alrighty. I’ve been meaning to try this out with you for ages! Are you ready?” They waved their tote bag tantalizingly in front of Janus’s face.

Janus sighed, but they had a fond look on their face. “Big reveal?” they inquired, clasping their hands in front of themself and waiting patiently.

Remus grinned and upended the tote bag onto the grass, shaking until it was all the way empty. A handful of white t-shirts fell to the ground, and on top of the pile landed a bundle of rubber bands, a few clothespins, and two plastic bottles.

“Tie dye!” Remus announced gleefully. “But I only got my favorite color and yours, because a bitch is broke.”

Janus crouched and picked up the bottles of fabric dye, examining the bright green and yellow colors visible through the plastic exterior. “Hm,” they commented. A neutral yet intrigued “hm.” Interesting. Remus could work with that.

“I redownloaded Pinterest and found a bunch of patterns you can make,” Remus went on. “Wanna see?”

Janus inclined their head in a nod and took the proffered phone, beginning to scroll. Remus, who already knew exactly what they wanted to do, pulled a shirt from the bundle and began crumpling it up.

“I’m not sure when I would wear this,” Janus said, sounding hesitant and apologetic. “Just so you know.”

“That’s okay!” Remus assured them. “’S about the experience, you know?” Specifically, the experience right now, and how it was pulling Janus out of their own head. “I’m gonna wear mine when it’s done,” he added cheerfully, “and probably stain my whole entire self green from it!”

Janus snorted. “Probably.” They picked up a shirt and began carefully folding it back and forth in what Remus recognized as a spiral pattern.

When the two shirts were folded and bound up with rubber bands and immersed in the buckets full of dye and water, Remus sat down beside Janus, leaning against their side and letting his weight fall on them. He knew they found it relaxing; sure enough, a minute later, their arm snaked around his shoulders.

“Hey, you,” Remus murmured, worming closer to Janus.

Janus drew a long breath. “Hey.”

“Feeling any better?” Remus reached up to brush his fingertips against their cheek.

Janus stared at the grass, picking at it with their free hand. “Not better, but… less bad,” they said slowly at last. “Thank you.”

Remus ran his fingers through their hair. “Anytime, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

Janus slumped over until they could rest their head on Remus’s shoulder. “I’m not doing much of anything just now,” they said, sounding a tad bitter, hand coming up and beginning to thoughtlessly pick at a small scab on their cheek.

“Doesn’t matter,” Remus said resolutely, grabbing their hand and gently pushing it to the pocket they’d stashed their stim toy in, “you’re still doing a good job at it.” He readjusted his position to better support their weight and pressed a kiss to the top of their head. “You’re my favorite,” he murmured. “All the time.”

“Mmh. No, you.” Janus pressed their face a little more into his shoulder, fingers fiddling with the soft bristles of their stim toy.

Remus smiled and nuzzled their face into Janus’s hair, and the pair of them simply sat there for a while, Remus holding Janus close and humming quietly to himself.

Janus stirred suddenly. “Oh, dear.”

“Hmm?” Remus said absently, pressing a line of tiny kisses down the part in their hair.

“That man doesn’t look very happy with our little project.” Janus nodded across the quad.

Following their gaze, Remus saw a professor, who was very definitely glaring at the buckets full of dye and very definitely walking in their direction. They vaguely recognized the man, a professor in the Art department who only taught upper-division and graduate students. He had a reputation for being uptight and a stickler for the rules; Remus, personally, felt like this should have disqualified him from teaching art, but hey, what did Remus know?

“Ah, shit,” Remus said, sitting up and thinking very fast. “Okay, okay okay okay—uh—I’ve got this. Uh. Let me do the talking.”

“So much for your pinky promise,” Janus murmured drily.

“Have a little faith in me, babe, I haven’t gotten banned from any art classrooms yet.” He liked the art classrooms, and would rather they remained fully at his disposal. Remus busied themself with stirring one of the buckets, pretending not to see the professor growing closer and closer until he stopped before them.

“Hey,” the professor snapped, and when Remus looked up, went on: “You’re not supposed to take school art supplies out of the building.”

“Oh, wow,” Remus said, widening his eyes and pitching his voice higher. “I totally did not realize that. Are you sure? It’s just for a project, I thought Professor Adriks said it was okay—”

“What’s your name?” the man interrupted.

“Julie Reynolds,” Remus said without hesitation. “It’s for Art 213, are you sure it’s supposed to be inside?”

“The supplies are labeled, kid.” The man pointed to the words “Studio 2 - DO NOT REMOVE” sharpied onto the buckets.

Remus smacked his forehead. “I am so stupid, sorry about that. I’ll get these put away.”

“See that you do. I’ll be speaking to your professor about this,” the man said sternly.

Janus watched the man walk away. “Who’s Julie Reynolds?” they inquired when he was out of earshot, sounding interested.

“A little bitch,” Remus said with great gusto. “Makes shitty jokes about my ADHD and my ‘made up gender.’ And she is in Art 213 with Adriks this quarter, and I’m not, so nobody should be able to figure out it was me.”

“I hate to spoil your fun, but you have rather a distinctive style, dear.”

“When you have green hair, nobody registers anything else about how you look. And I can name, like, twenty other art majors with green hair. Trust me. Nobody’s gonna know.” Remus grinned. “Let’s get rid of the evidence of our crimes and then maybe head back to my place? We could watch a movie. Or, you know, watch a movie.” They wiggled their eyebrows suggestively.

Janus bit back a small smile. “Why not both?” they suggested lightly.

“Oh, hell yeah.” Remus picked up a bucket and linked his arm through Janus’s.

“Thank you,” Janus murmured, looking at their toes and not making eye contact, as the pair of them made their way towards the art building to return their stolen goods. “For taking care of me. It—it helps, to not be alone.”

“Anything for my brave sexy existing darling,” Remus said easily, leaning his head on their shoulder. “I love you so much, you know?” they went on, more serious. “And you don’t have to be okay all the time. You can be gray, or numb, or however you wanna say it, and that’s okay, and I’m not going anywhere. And neither are our friends.”

Janus pressed their lips to the top of his head. “…Thank you,” they repeated softly. “I love you, too.”

“Plus,” Remus added, “you have a great ass.”

Janus stifled a snort of laughter. “How classy.”

“You know me!” Remus giggled. “It’s part of my charm.”

He could hear the smile in Janus’s voice. “That it is, darling.” Their hand found his and laced their fingers together, palm-to-palm. “That it is.”

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