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yueebby · 7 months

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Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously.

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer.

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial.

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly.

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards.

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?” satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress.

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.”

satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you.

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!”

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.”

“o-okay.”

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.”

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!”

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #this is me coping bc of the leaks

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skidrowflorist · 10 months

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say hello to my most expensive flytrap — actually my most expensive plant, period. this is a bizarre little guy cultivated specifically for its mutated traps. notice how it grows secondary, malformed lobes around the central, functional trap. these kinds of abnormalities are highly attractive to flytrap collectors, and many cultivars have been tried and cast aside because the mutation isn't stable/consistent (if it's unstable, that means the plant will revert to producing normal traps). some have their fingers crossed for this cultivar, "cccp destruction," because it has shown good short term stability, but only time will tell! plant: dionaea muscipula 'cccp destruction'

#most expensive indeed. but also i make it a point not to overpay for trendy plants so. most expensive but among a cheap-leaning data set #the mirrored-lobe flytrap is truly my personal holy grail and my absolute joy looking at this bizarre little man is UNMATCHED #i always say i never get peoples' love for designer breed dogs whose breeding makes them sicker and worse at being dogs...#like the idea people do That to pugs just because it can look cute is crazy to me. and yet. here i am. with the pug of flytraps....#what can i say? i am only human... i yearn for weird plant....#[ munday ]#❦ SOMEWHERE THAT'S GREEN [ plants & flowers ]

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kaiser1ns · 1 month

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𝘀𝗮𝗲/𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲)

╹synopsis :: your boyfriend gets jealous because of your photoshoot with another footballer player

╹contents :: fluff, a little bit ooc, sae gets jealous of kaiser, kaiser gets jealous of sae, dramatic and sassy boys, 0.5k words for Sae , 0.5k words for Kaiser

╹notes :: just randomly thought of this, hope you liked!

ITOSHI SAE

He doesn't like social media for the sole reason that he can see something that he didn't needed to know about. And now he wants to delete every app he has on his phone and sue the company who thought that you being next to Michael Kaiser was a very good idea. Marketing strategy to put two very famous people who are liked all over the world so they can attract more attention and sales. He knew you had a upcoming photoshoot, but you didn't mention anything else about it and now as Sae scrolls through the Instagram page of the sport sponsor's photos, looking how you put your head on the German's shoulder, the other photo of him that has his wrapped around your waist, then you holding soccer ball all smiles and giggles. It makes him want to vomit and gouge his eyes out.

"I can't believe they paired you with Michael Kaiser," he mutters, his voice tinged with jealousy, narrowing his eyes as his grip around the mobile tightened. You know him better than anyone else including himself and for all of the years you have been together — he gets extremely sassy when jealous. His famous stoic and nonchalant demeanor, rarely revealing his emotions can't fool his girlfriend. You reach out to take the phone from his hands, you persisted, your fingers playfully poking his cheek. "Sae, it's just part of the job" you reassure him, trying to calm his racing thoughts, "Are you perhaps, jealous?" but he only rolled his eyes at this comment of yours, crossing his arms and not looking at you but straight to the TV in front of him.

In response, Sae grumbled, his tone dripping with sass as he attempted to deny his emotions. "I am not," he insisted, though the dramatic flair in his voice betrayed him.

"Yes, you are~" you teased him, knowing that he can't lie to you, and he too does know that.

"No," he protested, though his resolve was weakening under your gaze.

"Oh, you definitely are," you persisted, refusing to let him off the hook so easily.

"Absolutely not," he insisted, though the tension in his voice betrayed his facade.

But you knew him too well to be fooled. "No, you are not" you countered, your tone gentle yet firm.

"Yes, I am," he said without thinking, Touché Y/N. Your boyfriend always uses reverse psychology against you, so safe to say you learned from the best.

"I mean, what's next? You gonna be posing with Leonardo Luna for a perfume ad?" He turned his head and gave you a pointed look, he was so cute you wish you could take a photo of his face right now.

You laughed at his behaviour, for a man who was deemed very serious, sometimes he acted like a child being all pouty and sassy. Running your thumb over his cheekbone soothingly. "Oh, please, as if anyone could replace you," you tease, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "You're the only one who has my heart, Sae. Kaiser's just a prop in this grand show called advertising."

Sae rolls his eyes once again, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he concedes, finally relaxing against your touch. "But I will sue the company."

"Sae, no!"

MICHAEL KAISER

The German prodigy was always interested in the newest fashion trends, believe it or not, as he always spoiled you with the best quality designer clothes, jewellery, shoes, perfumes — you name it, you most definitely have it. He just adores you and wants the best for you, but right now he's wondering what he did wrong to deserve this?

Was he not enough for you, was he not the best boyfriend you ever had, was he just something temporary that you could so easily forget about?

As you walk through the door, you're met with a sight straight out of a soap opera. Your boyfriend, draped dramatically across the couch, staring at the ceiling as if it holds the secrets of the universe.

You raise an eyebrow, "My love, are you okay?"He turns to you, his expression a mix of betrayal and hurt. "Oh, nothing much. Just questioning my existence, like why did my girlfriend decides to do a photoshoot for the cover of a magazine with another guy?"

You blink, trying to process. "Wait, what? You mean the Versace shoot?"

He sits up suddenly, his eyes widened of you casually talking about it "Oh, of course, thanks for admitting your mistake. Because everyone casually poses for Versace with Itoshi Sae, right? It's just your average Tuesday activity."

You can't help but laugh at his overreacting theatrics. "It's not like I'm going to run away with him. Or do you want me to?" He crosses his arms, still pouting. "Hmm, maybe. Since you clearly don't love me anymore."

You playfully roll your eyes, moving to sit beside him, "When they called you to be the model, you were busy with the Euro finals." Kaiser was about to open his mouth to defend himself but he sure was busy when the photoshoot took place. "Besides it's just Sae, nothing to worry about. He couldn't care less about others." He sighs dramatically, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You smirked and wanted to tease him more, knowing how much he disliked a certain someone. "Exactly! Imagine if it were Yoichi instead of Sae. You'd probably start a protest outside the magazine headquarters."

He feigns offense, as he stood up from the coach. "My girlfriend and that sucker on the cover together? I'd have to kill him for real this time."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit on the couch again, hugging him and kissing his temple as you played with the blue hair of the mullet. "Don't be silly now. You know I will never leave you, no matter what." He melted into your embrace, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I know. Just don't go giving me a heart attack with those Isagi jumpscares, okay?" You pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek. "You have my word," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. "I promise no more Isagi jumpscares." He chuckled softly, leaning into your touch. "Good, because I don't think my heart can take it." With a playful glint in your eye, you added, "Unless you want me to revive you with a kiss every time."

"I would like to kiss you on different occasions, thank you."

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jade-len · 3 months

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i adore how mxtx sorta flipped the idea on the whole top/bottom thing with svsss, and just BL relationships in general.

making bingqiu very open to switching, not making the "bottom" super feminine and actually leaning more to the handsome side compared to the "top", how luo binghe is manipulative sensitive and cries easily, etc. one of the main themes in svsss is literally about sexuality (and possibly even about gender roles).

as a queer asian man myself, i absolutely despise the "yaoi archetype" and it was one of the reasons why i avoided consuming BL media. hell, years ago when i first saw heavens official blessing, i mentally groaned and went, "ugh, let me guess, the bottom is super feminine and innocent, while the top is masculine and experienced." of course, that's not the case now, but it's disappointing how that thought was there purely because of the god awful way fetish-y media portrays homosexual people and couples. because, believe it or not, we are not assigned male/female typical gender roles just because one likes to top/bottom (and even then, it's not even like that! some people have preferences, sure, but it's not so strictly "i'm top/bottom")

so, while i absolutely LOVE the english novel designs (especially luo binghe's cute curly hair, gongyi xiao, etc, and personally believe a lot of the takes from the western artist on the designs are an improvement), i am greatly saddened by people subconsciously assigning shen qingqiu as someone more delicate and feminine and luo binghe as someone super masculine and muscly. like, if you're going to have luo binghe depicted as the western design (i believe this stems from binghe being applied to more western ideals for men, and, admittedly, i actually really love his design), at least don't make shen qingqiu feminine and delicate? don't have his appearance play into the stupid yaoi thing?

i get that people have different takes on svsss, especially how the western version depicts it. but, people just... seem to very over exaggerate the top/bottom roles when it comes to bingqiu (again, these two are, canonically, VERY open to switching).

it's weird, it's uncomfortable, and it comes across as, "so, who wears the pants in the relationship?"

so, can we please have more canonically handsome shen qingqiu? canonically beautiful and pretty boy luo binghe (they literallly state that binghe looks EXACTLY like his mom, su xiyan! while a more handsome woman, is still very beautiful!! plus it is stated several times that binghe is slim, and that shang qinghua made him that way!) or at the very least, a BL couple who actually look like normal people (ok thats a little hard considering binghe is literally supposed to be perfect) and not just a stupid fetishized version of themselves.

and no, i'm not saying that queer men shouldn't be feminine or men who are feminine shouldn't be in a relationship with guys who are masculine, etc.

TLDR: please stop twinkifying shen qingqiu and going against what mxtx defied for us queer men (the stupid yaoi roles). and for the love of whoever you believe in, do NOT think that i hate the english design or people's personal interpretation of characters, i just hate the subconscious assigning of gender roles to bingqiu and how media portrays and fetishizes LGBTQ+ relationships in general.

edit: also i love teardrew's (check them out on twitter!) interpretation of shang qinghua. while i do really like the the eng novel design's tiny scared hamster vibes, teardrew's version just radiates "up to no good, paranoid but suspicious looking bitch" rat man and i love it so so so much. i'm not gonna repost their art bc i don't know how they feel about that but perhaps you can search up "svsss designs" on here, you'll see it pop up eventually lol.

edit 2 (1/16): i just saw someone reblog a post (that im pretty sure was referring to this one because, well, if you saw it i think it'd be a little clear kahxj) that was about how bingqiu switching and completely eschewing traditional top/bottom dynamics was a fandom idea or smth? so now i'm wondering, since i swear i remember that they were open to switching, but it's just that sqq preferred to bottom and/or was just a little too lazy to top. plus, sqq is a pretty unreliable narrator who says he doesn't want something one moment and then he does. how could he say no to bingbing? esp if he seems to wanna try bottoming too. perhaps i'm mixing things up though, idk? so if anyone can find that passage that says he only and strictly wants to bottom or whatever please show me! but i think the point of this post still stands haha (i wanted to ask about it, actually, but when i clicked on the og post's user it turned out that they blocked me ? so that was a little surprising oops. hey if ur somehow reading this, im... sorry for making you want to block me bc of this post? akdhxjj)

#JOIN THE 'STOP TWINKIFYING SQQ' GROUP #did i make sense? i have no clue i just wanted to rant about this #i really pulled a cucumber bro there huh #this also applies to GL #thinking about it more #there should be trans men and women bl and gl #and not in a fetishy way #of course luo binghe is still the big strong protag and taller than sqq but come on #i dont believe luo binghe is a twink exactly?? maybe?? but just feminine in a historical chinese male ideals way #for edit 2:#i was just saying how it made me happy that mxtx didn't follow the yaoi archetypes and how i lov her for it <3 #never said bingqiu was never done before and COMPLETELY flipped it over skdhjx #but i do believe that bingqiu did a good job providing variety and such :)#same goes for mxtx's other works as well i love her stuff sm #svsss #mxtx svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #luo bingge #shen yuan #luo bingmei #bingqiu #luo binghe x shen qingqiu #danmei

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patricia-taxxon · 1 month

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idk if ur still playing celeste but I think u do make some rlly good points abt sj.

First off I absolutely agree abt the maps in general being less memorable, but I would say that sj in general is more polished (sometimes to the point of it being sanded down into nothing), and generally doesnt have bad levels like sc had bad levels.

That being said, I found that the gm lobby in general is phenomenal, as it's the place in which mappers did not have to water down their creativity. Do u intend on playing red/cracked maps? I find a lot of them have rlly cool ideas that are executed well.

I do find it rlly annoying that sj has become *the* celeste mod ppl rec when it rlly is just a good mod with a big scope. There's also half a million nitpicks w sj's design but I will not get into them as asks have a character limit :'3

Also I am rlly sorry abt clord we are generally rlly nice ppl but trans woman on the internet moment.

Yeah, I could tell that it was getting a lot better at high expert & gm. I have a sneaky theory that difficulty at that level is kind of a design blunder no matter what, so you're forced to lean into it and make it interesting on purpose. going through the expert lobby in ascending difficulty was like watching a flower bloom, every green expert map just instantly left my mind as soon as I completed it but many of the reds were super weird or at least memorably jank & i found two of my favorite maps of the bunch in that range, fortress fall and summit down-side. upward trend seemed to be continuing for gm, i loved loved loved flipside cliffside.

everyone wanted me to play shattersong but i left such a bad impression on that community that its mapper said she'd disregard anything good i said about it, like i dunno how to engage with this space in a way that doesn't make me feel like shit. some of that old desire to grind is starting to come back though, who knows.

#cilantromixture #patricia taxxon ask

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nonbinaryeggrolls · 3 months

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When Someone Tries to Touch Your Hair

JJK men x gn black!reader

I had this idea for a little while and I absolutely love it. As someone who has to literally fight off ppl with a stick to keep them from basically "petting" me, I thought it would be so cute to write about the JJK men sticking up for you

Warnings: Fluff!, no nsfw but MINORS ARE STILL NOT ALLOWED GO AWAY, angst in Gojo's, specified braids/locs/twists in Toji's, unwanted physical touch, I think that's it!

Starring: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Nanami Kento

Of course he remains calm, he's always calm. but trust, inside he is BOILING with anger

Kento adores your hair, it sounds weird but he loves watching you on wash day care and tend to your hair with such detail and precision. Apart of it is so he can learn to do it himself one day so you won't have to spend so much time doing it yourself

He's always buying the best products for you no matter how expensive he knows black hair care products can be.

Design Essentials, Creme of Nature, Mielle, jojoba oil, tea tree oil, hair masks, curling cream-- you name it (or even glance at it in the store) he's already bought it for you

So seeing someone disrespect you by even attempting to touch you makes him absolutely livid

Kento: "I don't know I didn't think it was all that great, the plot didn't really make a lot of sense." Kento said as you two walked out the doors of the movie theater.

Y/N: "What?! I thought it was good, you're always hating on superhero movies you're like an old person. Oh! the boba place closes at 9:30 did you still wanna--

"Oh my gosh I just have to ask who does your hair? It's so pretty!" A young woman around your age popped up from behind you guys, her intensity kind of startling you a little bit

Y/N: "Oh, thank you that's so sweet! I actually do it myself" you smiled and she looked at you in astonishment

"Really? Wow it looks like it was done by a professional, I bet it takes you so long!"

Kento's eyebrow raise and body stiffen in an almost defensive way, he was already anticipating what was coming next

Y/N: "Yeah, sometimes it can. It kind of just depends on how tired I am that d--

Your body leaned back as she reached out to grab the top of your head. Kento wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back by your shoulders, shooting daggers at the woman as if she had just committed an unforgivable act

Kento: "Please step back. You don't need to touch them to compliment them." he reprimanded and held a firmer grip on your shoulder. He wasn't going to yell at a woman he didn't know but he sure as hell was going to get his point across

"O-oh Im sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it looks really ni--

Kento: "Then you can think it's nice from a distance, they're not a dog. Have a good night." Kento intwined your hand in his and led you away to the car. You looked up at him and a small grin grew across your face

Kento: "Don't look at me like that."

Y/N: "You're like a guard dog. Like a snappy little golden retriever." you giggled before planting a kiss on his jaw which he returned with one on the top of your head

Kento: "Cmon lets go get boba."

Toji Fushiguro

Rage, Rage, and more RAGE

The anger that fills this mans body when someone tries to touch you is immeasurable, ESPECIALLY if its a man

Sometimes you have to calm Toji down when someone tries but its no use, he's already out of his seat and practically ready to kill

Toji is definitely someone who values his personal space, so he completely understood your frustration when you talked about how crazy it is that some people think its okay to try and touch you without permission

He's only seen it happen a few times, thankfully most people had common sense. But there was always that one asshole that crosses the line

You and Toji were out on a late night supply run getting items for Megumis science fair project. You roamed through the aisles of the arts and craft store filling your basket with acrylic paint, styrofoam blocks, construction paper and glue sticks

Toji: "What kind of fifth grader does a science project on soil erosion? Can't we just do something normal like a volcano or something?"

Y/N: "Are you gonna keep complaining all night or are you gonna actually help find everything on the list?" You turned around mad dogging him, both of you were tired and a little bit cranky and snappy at one another. Most of it was playful but some of it intended

Toji: "You look like a pig when you scrunch your knows like that." He chuckled attempting to pull you in for a kiss

Y/N: "You bitch-- Go get someone to open the spraypaints for us!" You said shoving your hand in his face and pushing his head back. Toji sauntered away to find the nearest employee to assist you guys

You stood alone in the aisle for a few minutes scrolling through instagram to pass the time until Toji came back, until a tap on your shoulder caught your attention. A random man, had approached you attempting to spark a conversation. Your eyes jotted back and forth around the area wondering where tf could Toji be and why was he taking so long to get back

"You got a really pretty smile you know that? Pretty hair too, you do this all by yourself?" He asked and took one of your (protective style)'s in his hands

Toji: "Now you..." Toji came up behind the man and planted a firm grip on his shoulder, "...are way too ugly and way too short to think they'd ever want someone like you to touch them. Don't you think?"

The man trembled in place at the vast size difference between the two

"I--"

He couldn't get a whole sentence in before Toji pulled him back by his hair then slammed him head first into the shelves next to him, making the man scream in pain. The star captured the attention of multiple employees and needless to say it wasn't long until you were being led out of the building by security.

Toji: "Did I do too much again?" He asked from the passenger seat, knowing full well he didn't regret his actions

Y/N: "We just got banned from the store, what do you think Toji?"

Toji: "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N: "Yes I'm mad!"

Toji: "Mm. The blush on your face doesn't look like someone who'd be mad at me." He grinned and you tried to hide the smile that started to form

Y/N: "Shut the fuck up."

Gojo Satoru

Gojo unfortunately was very ignorant to the topic at first

Maybe it was a cultural difference but when you told him people would ask to touch your hair he thought it wasn’t that big of a deal

“If someone admired your hair so much that they want to get close to it shouldn’t that be a compliment to you? It’s like they’re complimenting an artist for their artwork right? I don’t really see the harm in that, I touch Getos hair all the time and he's fine with it.” He said once before

Nonetheless it led to a very heated argument

He didn’t understand all the fuss around it, that was until he saw it actually happen

Seeing how physically uncomfortable you get when someone you don’t know tries to “pet” you put it all in perspective for him

Y/N: “Gojo, hurry we’re gonna miss the train!” You shouted as you ran through the subway station

Gojo: “I’m coming slow down! I don’t wanna drop anything.” He followed closely behind carrying the other bags of groceries you guys got from the farmers market

You both managed to slip through the train doors in time before it departed. You two managed to find two seats by the window, it was a preferred spot that way you both could gaze upon the countryside greenery as you passed on your way back to the city. Gojo leaned against the window and you leaned against his shoulder, the both of you trying to get some rest after a full day of walking.

The train stopped at its next spot to let on a few more passengers and a tap on your shoulder shook you out of your rest.

“Can i touch your hair?” a young woman behind you asked, but she had already reached out her hand before you could even answer. You pulled back before her hand could touch you

“Oh, um no please don’t do that…” you awkwardly said and turned back around. You looked over at Gojo who you know heard everything but was undermining the situation yet again

Gojo: “Calm down she didn’t mean anything by it, go back to sleep.” He dismissed you, not even bothering to open his eyes as he still laid against the window. You let out a low scoff and laid back against your seat instead of Gojos shoulder like you were before

The next few minutes we’re quiet as you dozed back off until you heard a loud camera click and could hear the girl frantically trying to turn the volume down

Y/N: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Oh it wasn't a bad one I was just sending your hairstyle to my friend I think it’s cute.”

Y/N: “I don’t care. Don’t take a fucking picture of me if—

“I didn’t even touch you so calm the fuck down…this is why no body likes to compliment you people anyways. You take everything too goddamn seriously.” she muttered the last bit under her breath but still loud enough to pick up. This sentence being the one that finally caught Gojos attention

Gojo: “What was that?” He stood up towering over the young woman

“I-I didn’t say anyth— I’m s-sor—

Gojo: “Shut up. Delete it. Now.” His eyes pierced through her and she scrambled to reopen her camera and delete the photos. She flipped the phone towards his face to show that they were no longer in her folder

Gojo: “Now go to a different seat. And if you touch them against i’ll smash that stupid fucking phone into the fucking concrete.” The young woman ran from her seat to the other side of the train as quickly as possible and Gojo sat back down. He attempted to put his arm around you but you wanted no part in it, for the next 30 minutes you ignored every attempt he made to get a word out of you. Even on the walk home you were cold

Gojo: “Y/N if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t fix it!” he said as you entered your apartment

Y/N: “IVE TOLD YOU WHATS WRONG BEFORE. YOU DONT LISTEN!” you yelled, something he rarely heard you do, “I told you countless times before that people trying to touch me is a reoccurring problem for me and what did you do? You belittled me and made it seem like no big deal. Why did it take someone being blatantly racist towards me for you to actually start caring? Why did I have to prove the problem to you?” He looked back at you with no words just a stunned expression as he struggled to find the right thing to say

Gojo: “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.” you rolled your eyes at his lackluster reply and turned away to the bedroom

Y/N: “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Gojo: “Y/N, wait I—

you slammed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence

story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls

do not steal

#nanami kento #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #toji x black reader #nanami x black!reader #jjk men #jjk headcanons #jjk angst #jjk

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Day seventeen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“I think it's pretty normal to give someone a phone when you want to talk to them,” Tim lies. Bruce gives the other Bats burners sometimes, though. And also communicators. And Robin’s loaned plenty of allies communicators before, including Superboy. So it's normal in their circles, whether Kon actually knows they're both in said circles or not.

“. . . I like the green one,” Kon says after a moment, which is a little bit of a surprise. It's a nice sort of deep, leafy color, Tim guesses, but he would've expected Kon to go for black or red or blue; maybe yellow.

He wonders how green Hawaii is, come to think of it.

And how much green Kon regularly sees these days, living underground in a lab.

“Okay,” he says, then gestures towards the phone case display with his smoothie. “Let's get you a screen protector and a case too, just in case.”

“You don’t have to,” Kon says. “I mean, I am gonna have my TTK on it.”

“Yeah, but that only works if nobody knocks it off the table or something when you’re not holding it,” Tim says. “Besides, better safe than sorry, right?”

“Um, okay,” Kon says. Tim leads him over to the phone cases, and Kon glances them over indecisively, clearly paying more attention to the price tags than personal preference. Tim decides distraction is the better part of valor, in this case.

“I don’t recommend anything superhero-themed, for the record,” he jokes. Kon snorts.

“That’s called a feint, thank you very much,” he informs him mock-primly. “Nobody’d think a superhero would actually have the balls to go around with a superhero-themed phone case.”

“They’d think Superboy would,” Tim says in amusement.

“. . . okay, fair,” Kon allows, making a face at himself. Tim laughs.

“How about that one?” he suggests, pointing towards the second-most expensive one on the rack–so Kon will know money isn’t a concern, but also so Kon won’t realize he’s specifically doing it to make sure he knows money isn’t a concern.

“It looks like a tire tread,” Kon says wryly, which is a fair assessment. It’s one of the heavy-duty cases, so it’s pretty bulky as it is, and the pattern on it is a little tire-like.

“The ones down here have glitter, if that’s more your thing,” Tim replies in amusement, pointing again.

“Glitter is more my thing,” Kon says, leaning over to peer down at the indicated row. Tim probably should’ve expected that response, considering, except also he would absolutely never have expected Kon to willingly admit to liking glitter. At least not without being concussed first. “Hmmmmm.”

“That's a nice one,” Tim says. Kon’s looking at a green and blue case with bright gold glitter swirled all over it in abstract designs; it looks a bit like ocean water, if you look at it the right way. It’s definitely not going to be anywhere near as durable as the tire tread one would, but Tim isn’t particularly concerned about that anyway. He was gonna get accident insurance no matter what. Statistically speaking, Kon will probably go through more than a few of these. He hasn't had the same phone for longer than three months since starting up as Robin. Something always seems to happen to them. Usually a supervillain.

“Too bad they don’t have anything with a cute little goat on it,” Kon jokes as he straightens back up, regrettably letting go of Tim's hand to take the green and blue glitter-case off the wall. “You know, commemorate our first date and all.”

“That was not our first date,” Tim says, mildly disgruntled but mostly flustered by the idea. “I'd have planned a date a lot better than those morons planned their dumb heist. And bought you something from the gift shop, if nothing else.”

“Could've just kept the goat, I guess, but Superman would've made me give it back anyway,” Kon muses idly as he looks over the case in his hand and takes another sip of his smoothie. “This is for the right model, right?”

“Should be,” Tim says, though he double-checks anyway. “Yeah, no, you're good. Lemme go grab a clerk so we can get the plan set up. We'll just go through my name, I can probably set up autopay for the bill easier that way.”

“Um, sure,” Kon says, biting his lip for a moment and then glancing sidelong at him. “So is this our first date, then?”

“No,” Tim says, though technically it probably is. But given how Kon’s been acting about the idea that Tim would actually be interested in dedicating actual time and attention to him–“I'll take you somewhere nice for that.”

“Somewhere nice?” Kon says, hiding a very unsubtle grin behind the phone case. It'd work better if his stupid pretty eyes weren't sparkling for it, Tim thinks in resigned accusation. Kon doesn’t ask what “somewhere nice” means, but Tim is already trying to figure out what restaurants he knows that might appeal to Kon’s palate. If he likes Hawaiian flavors . . . there’s some Asian influence in that, right? He thinks, anyway. Japanese, at least. Maybe Filipino? Polynesian? Any other influences or parallel cuisines he’d have to look up to figure out, though.

Tim knows absolutely no Filipino or Polynesian restaurants, much less actually authentic Hawaiian ones. He could definitely do Japanese, though. Japanese would be easy. Just going to a restaurant isn’t much of a date, probably, and he can’t take Kon on patrol or anything like he and Steph used to do, but they could maybe go shopping in a nicer boutique or something? Or go to a museum for actual entertainment instead of just business, if Kon would be interested in something like that. Admittedly, it’s hard to picture him being particularly into museums as a concept, but it might be worth a try.

Maybe he’d like the aquarium or planetarium more than something involving art or history or science, though. Those are a little cooler than just wandering through a bunch of random exhibits, Tim thinks. Or at least, they might appeal more to Kon. The ocean, or stars and planets, or . . . like, whatever, he guesses.

He’ll have to do some recon, probably. Light interrogation. Figure out what Kon would be the most interested in.

Or they could just go to the beach. It’d require a little bit of travel on his part, but likely wouldn’t be a big deal for Kon; he could just fly. Though in retrospect Kon’s probably spent about half his life on a beach, so maybe that’s not interesting enough. And the Jersey Shore probably wouldn’t measure up to Hawaii in his eyes, either.

Hm. Yeah, Tim's definitely going to have to do some recon.

Tim is possibly putting in too much effort here, considering Kon is going to lose interest in actually flirting with him in about five minutes. Kon never seems to really properly date anyone, as far as Tim's seen; just flirt around a lot. So he should be prioritizing shopping and apartment hunting, really, before Kon gets bored of the flavor of the week and wanders off.

Tim Drake is not exactly an exciting date, so . . . yeah, Tim’s not expecting Kon to stay interested for long. He’s just got to take advantage of it for as long as it lasts to leverage Kon into letting him buy him that cul-de-sac and go from there, that’s all. Kon seems to stay friendly with the girls he flirts with even after things fizzle out or fail to go anywhere, so he assumes it won’t be any different with Tim Drake. As long as Kon’ll let him keep paying his way, that’s all that’s going to matter.

Tim is really going to need to frontload that, though. Establish him paying for Kon as the new status quo very quickly and get Kon used to it before he loses interest in him, so he won’t feel awkward about accepting it by then. Or so Tim will already have signed all the paperwork and it’ll be too late for Kon to protest; whichever.

He’s definitely going to have to frontload it.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Hi I love your work! I absolutely adore the Slytherin boys so could you do angsty-fluff for Ominis, Sebastian and reader?

Pretty please can you write about them being worried when reader doesn't react to crucio? Like an "I've survived worse" type of thing? Like it 100% hurt, because the door opens but they're used to just toughing it out?

Idk just a random idea I've had.

I am so sorry I got carried away.

What Happened to You (S.S)/(O.G)

I've been told to warn you that this contains big violence as well as trauma and abuse and violence and no I will not tell you how I made the trauma. Please enjoy, I'm going to get pudding now.

You stood beside Sebastian and Ominis, looking around the room for a way out. When you walked into the room, Sebastian had assured you that the skeleton on the ground was just to scare people off, until he was left stuttering as the door behind you closed, locking you in. “You were saying, Sebastian?” Ominis scoffed, beginning to pace. You shook your head as you walked over to the door opposite of you, its design almost haunting. You sighed as you ran a hand over its surface, tracing the faces engraved in the black stone, searching for a latch or something similar that would unlock the door. Sebastian walked up behind you, following your hand as he tried to think of a way out. “If both doors are locked, then the skeleton you mentioned.” Ominis said, walking over to the two of you. “That’s a real person?”

You huffed, turning to Ominis and putting your hand on his shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. “We’ll be fine, I promise.” He smiled slightly as he nodded, his head hung as he listened to Sebastian mutter to himself. You walked around the room, looking at every crack in the wall for something to open the door with, but to no avail. You sighed in frustration, sliding down the side of a wall and burying your face into your hands. Sebastian watched you in silence, frowning as he watched you pick at your fingers. He walked over and offered his hand to you, which you took as he pulled you up and gave you a small smile. “We’ll get out of this, we always do.” You nodded, turning your head to Ominis as he scoffed. “We’ve never gotten stuck in a room with two locked doors, not to mention that there is a skeleton right next to us!”

You frowned, looking over at the skeleton that lay next to the door, bare of any flesh. It had been there for a while, whoever it was that was last down here died alone. You squinted slightly, leaning forward as you continued to exam the bones, finding a slip of parchment near where you assumed the hand was. Sebastian and Ominis stood behind you as you bent down and picked it up, careful not to damage the aged paper. You unfolded the note and studied what was written, the hurried scribbles barely legible. “What does it say?” Sebastian asked, peering over your shoulder to get a look. You frowned as you went over the note once again. “She died alone, even when she knew how to escape, she was alone.” Ominis furrowed his brows, “Even when she could escape? Why didn’t she then?” Your gaze darkened as you turned to the two boys, a graze expression taking over your features.

“She needed another person, so she could cast the spell that would open the door.” Sebastian frowned, looking over at the door. “What kind of spell did she need that she couldn’t do it alone?” You folded the note and placed it in your pocket, walking over to the door. “The Cruciuatus Curse.” Ominis’ eyes widened as he stood, frozen. Sebastian’s gaze darkened as well, looking at the door as he began to understand the dark design on its surface. “It’s the only way to get out. I’m not sure how she figured it out, but it says to use Crucio on someone, and the door will unlock.” You said, biting the inside of your cheek as you looked between the two boys. Sebastian avoided your gaze as he looked down at his feet, a sad, worried look had etched itself on Ominis’ face as he looked in your direction. “So, one of us has to cast it on another.” Sebastian whispered. You nodded.

“I’m sorry, but I refuse to take part in this.” Ominis stated, walking away from you. You sighed as you nodded your head. “We won’t force you, Ominis. But that means that you and I must decide.” You said, looking at Sebastian. He continued to avoid your gaze as he nodded slowly. “It’s going to be painful, Sebastian. For both parties.” He nodded again as he paced, muttering to himself. You watched in worry as he continued to pace around the room, unable to understand what he was saying. Ominis stood farther away, near the door you had come in from, frowning as he mumbled to himself about how absurd the situation was. You took a breath as you walked to Sebastian, putting a hand on his shoulder and stopping him. “Cast it on me.” Sebastian’s eyes widened as he looked at you, shaking his head. Ominis spoke from where he stood, concerned. “Absolutely not! Are you insane?” “I won’t do that, not to you. Why would you ask that of me?” You furrowed your brows as you looked over at the door. “We need to get out, and I won’t be learning the curse just to cast it on you. If we don’t do this, we’ll be here until we die, and I’d rather not die in a room under the castle, even with the two of you by my side.” You stared into Sebastian’s eyes, determined to get your point across. You watched as Sebastian’s eyes glossed over as he tapped his wand on his leg. “Are you sure? You know that this spell literally tortures you, right?” You nodded as you gave him a reassuring smile. “Let’s get out of here.”

Ominis covered his ears as you moved to stand in front of the door, readying yourself. Sebastian gave you another worried glance as he readied his wand, practically begging you to reconsider. You held your ground, however, as you nodded to him, letting him know you were ready. You braced yourself as Sebastian raised his wand, brows furrowed as he sent the spell your way. You groaned as you stood your ground, holding your side as your blood boiled. You quietly gasped for air as you felt your lungs squeezed what little oxygen was left in them. You gritted your teeth as you looked over to the door, watching as it began to move, the red light that surrounded you now spreading over the door’s surface. Sebastian watched you with wide eyes as you stood your ground, unsure about what he should do. Ominis furrowed his brows as he slowly removed his hands from his ears, walking over slowly in surprise as you sighed.

“Ah, there we are,” You breathed, shaking your head as the last bits of the spell ran their course. You stretch your back as you turn to the door, looking at the two boys. “Are you…okay?” Ominis asked, frowning as he looked in your direction. You shrugged, “Yeah. It hurt, of course, but other than that I’m fine.” Sebastian looked at you in what felt like horror, grabbing your shoulder, and turning you towards him. “Fine? That spell is supposed to leave even the strongest wizards on the ground, and you claim to be fine?” You shrugged, frowning as you looked into Sebastian’s eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. We should get going, though.” You said, turning back to the door. “We don’t know if it’ll lock us in here again, and I personally don’t want to do that again.”

The three of you walked into the next room and continued your adventure, Ominis and Sebastian constantly keeping an eye on you as you went. When you exited and made your way back to where the rest of the students were, you turned to Sebastian and Ominis. “I’ll catch up with you two later, yeah?” Sebastian grabbed your arm before you could turn to leave, a serious look on his face. “We need to talk, y/n.” You sighed and quirked a brow. “About what?” “About what happened in that room, obviously.” Ominis responded, his worried eyes meeting your own. “Later, then. I have some things I need to do.” With that, you quickly escaped Sebastian’s grasp and walked away. Ominis turned to Sebastian as he shook his head. “I have a feeling we won’t hear something we like, if we hear anything at all.” Sebastian nodded, looking down the hall you had vanished down.

The boys eventually cornered you a few days later, claiming that you needed to talk about what had happened. “I heard that it’s best to discuss moments like this to better get an understanding of it. That’s what my uncle said, at least.” Sebastian stated, gesturing for you to sit next to him in the grass. You sighed as you complied, watching as Ominis sat down next to you. “We used the spell, we got out. That’s all there is, you were there.” You explained, crossing your legs as you leaned your back against the tree behind you. Sebastian shook his head, narrowing his gaze at you. “That’s not what I meant. Look, I applaud you for handling the spell so well, but people aren’t supposed to be left standing afterwards.” Ominis nodded beside you, leaning his back against the trunk of the tree with you, brushing his shoulder against your own. “You handled it well, too well. We just wanted to know if you wanted to talk about it, maybe shed some light?” He said, closing his eyes as he felt a breeze blow by. “It could give us some insight on what we can do, boundaries if you will. Ominis uses them, that’s why I didn’t ask him to participate in the spell casting.” You hung your head as you listened to their voices, reassuring you that you could trust them like they trusted you, telling you that you could refuse if you wanted to.

“I had some trouble in the past, it helped me tolerate pain, I suppose.” You said, closing your eyes. “Do you want to leave it at that?” Sebastian asked, his calm tone easing you as you felt your heartbeat. You shook your head, sighing. “There’s more, if you want to know.” “In your own time, no rush.”

“My family was well known; they knew all our business because my father was in the Ministry. He didn’t like that my mother was helping me learn magic at a young age and would often scold me if he caught me. She would tell him that I was gifted with strong magic that needed to be exercised at a young age, but he wouldn’t have it.” You began. “Sometimes, he would threaten me, push me around and point his wand at me, telling me if he caught me again, I would be in big trouble. I was only 5. If my mother was out when he got home, he’d dismiss the nanny and wait for her to leave before he would sit me down and have a talk with me.” You paused, staring at some blades of grass that swayed in the breeze, calming you. “I didn’t like those talks. Sometimes he’d take his wand out, and he’d point it at my arm or legs, catching my skin of fire for a short moment before extinguishing it. He told me to stop listening to my mother, saying if I didn’t, he’d find a new way to get his point across.” You watched as they both frowned, not speaking as they waited for you to continue. “One day, he got back from work and found my mother and I practicing again; he wasn’t supposed to be home yet. I guess he had enough of me at that point; he didn’t even take out his wand, he just went to the kitchen and started yelling, coming back with a knife. My mother tried to push him away, but he threw her across the room and kept coming for me, said he was going to gut me like an animal.” You placed a hand to your chest, frowning. “He got me too; I have a nasty scar on my chest from it. He almost killed me, but my mother stopped him. Used the killing curse on him, and he dropped right in front of me.” Another pause. “They sent her to Azkaban and sent me to live with my father’s sister. The paper got ahold of the story pretty fast too, and everyone in the town my aunt lived in knew about it. They would console her, telling her they were sorry she had to take care of me, blaming my mother for everything.” You scoffed. “Why wouldn’t they? My father was an important man, did no wrong; he didn’t do anything to get himself killed. The kids threw stones at me, and their parents would talk about me, calling me a sin and claiming that I would go to Azkaban one day to be with my mother.” You felt Ominis place his head on your shoulder, quietly reassuring you as you continued. “There was a man in the town that used to be friends with my father; he would smile at me whenever I went outside. He was nice, until he asked me to help him get something from the shed, claiming he was too big to go under something to grab the tool he dropped. I went, too. He locked it behind us and grabbed me, threatening me with a knife, claiming that I had something of his, that my dad would have given me it before he died. I still don’t know what he was talking about. He almost killed me, if it wasn’t for the fact that one of the muggles in the town saw him lock me in there. He was taken away, and the adults blamed me for it. Said he was a good man, and that I must have used whatever magic my mother taught me to coerce him into what he did.” You shook your head. “My aunt didn’t want me going outside without her after that. I guess I became numb to it all. I thought that spell would hurt a lot more than it did, honestly. But perhaps it’s a good thing?”

You sat there in silence, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I remember what the neighbor told me the day that man got arrested.” You sighed. “Your fate is sealed. You’re doomed to continue this life until you are completely destroyed. You only lived to die another day.” You shuddered, letting out a laugh as you tried to ease the tension. “It makes sense, with what we’ve been doing. Still, it was rather unnerving.” Sebastian watched you with wide eyes, confused. Ominis had taken his head off your shoulder to give you a worried look, which you shrugged off. “That’s awful! How are you okay with that, and why did you take the curse after all that?” Sebastian asked, shifting his body to face you. You sniffled slightly as you watched the sun set, your tears still present. “I don’t know. I didn’t want either of you to endure that pain, I suppose. Who better than me, I knew I could handle it.” Ominis took your hand into his, sighing. “Even so, no one should go through that again, especially a spell like that.”

“No more dangerous activities for the time being.” Sebastian stated as he stood up. “I’m banning it until further notice. For now, we shall do less dangerous things, like trips to Hogsmeade and study sessions in the library.” You chuckled as you shook your head, pulling Ominis up with you as you stood. “If all the more fun activities are banned, what should we do now?” You asked. Sebastian brought his hand to his chin as he looked over the grounds. “Perhaps we take a walk, shake away the bad and soak in what’s left of the sun.” Ominis nodded and smiled, squeezing your hand as you grabbed Sebastian’s, who began to drag the two of you down to a path to begin your walk.

#sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt #hurt/comfort #angst #angst and fluff #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy

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barzysunflower · 10 months

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NYC, Mat Barazl

You’re first vacation together. You’re nervous because you don’t like to fly. However, Mat doesn’t know this bc you’ve never flown together. You start to panic at take off ( you can go from there) you eventually make it your destination (somewhere tropical) and then you can go into as much or little detail as you would like. I hope this makes sense.

tysm for the request! I actually also am terrified to fly and one time this old lady next to me held my hand for takeoff and landing and it was super sweet!

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come along the world trip

📍bali, indonesia with mat barzal

"At this moment, we'd like to invite the first class and business class passengers to board the aircraft." Your boyfriend next to you stood, collecting his things. You couldn't stand up, nervously looking around the airport and out the window at the other airplanes in the sky. You hated flying. You didn't do it often and the few other times you did you always had panic attacks. The idea of being suspended in the air and having no control left you panicked the entire time and once turbulence were added, all you wanted to do was run.

"Babe, that's us," Mat said, waving a hand in front of you to get your attention. "I don't get to take a vacation often but when I do, I do it right."

You snapped out of your panicking and gave a small laugh while gathering your things. "Still asleep?," he asked jokingly, to which you nodded. You had to get up very early to leave for the airport and catch your flight and due to your discomfort about flying, you had barely slept that night.

You were able to board quickly and get comfortable in your extra specious seats. Maybe with this extra room you wouldn't feel as cramped and scared.

"You okay?," Mat asked after a while and leaned over his seat ledge to see you better, when he noticed your leg shaking and that you barley answered him in the last few minutes.

"Yeah!" You tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed. "I'm just excited."

"Me, too." He kissed you. "Sand, sun, ocean, you in a bikini. Yeah, this is gonna be good."

You had no doubt about that. It was just getting to Bali that freaked you out and made you consider staying home. But it was your first vacation with him and the pictures you had seen of Bali looked absolutely amazing, so you just had to bite the bullet. Everything would be fine.

Once everyone was on board, it was finally time to leave. Your heartbeat increased dramatically when the plane started moving. Your hands gripped together tightly and your eyes shut tightly, too, turned away from your boyfriend. But that didn't stop him from noticing something was wrong.

"Hey!" He leaned over to your side again and placed his big hand on top of both of yours that were pulling at each other. "What's wrong?"

You couldn't ignore him any longer, so you turned to face him reluctantly. "I hate flying." Your voice was barely a whisper, hating to admit your fear.

"Oh, love." He tried to figure out how to pull you into his arms, but the first class seats were not designed for that. So he settled for his other hand that gently curled around the side of your face and caressed your cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" You shrugged and in that moment the plane started speeding up, getting enough speed to take off. You shut your eyes again and your entire body went rigid. "It's ok. You're ok." He was able to kiss your forehead before being pushed back into his own seat. His hands stilled cradled you, definitely helping you get through it and once the plane settled in the air you could feel your heartbeat slow a bit.

"Better?" You slowly opened your eyes and looked directly into his green ones. You had fallen in love with them the first time you saw them and were amazed at how well they could calm you. You nodded, actually meaning it as your body began to relax a bit. As long as you didn't look out the window or there wouldn't be any turbulence, you could do this.

"Why didn't you tell me?," he asked again, gently. "We could have gone somewhere else that doesn't require flying or at least somewhere we wouldn't have to take multiple planes and fly for a day."

"No, it's ok. I have to get over this fear. And you got so excited talking about Bali, I didn't want to say no. I wanna go on this trip with you." He smiled when you did and softly placed his lips on yours.

"I love you. But next time please tell me about something big like this." You both laughed. "Honestly, we could have just gone down to Florida. Or even stayed on Long Island. They have beaches there I could see you walking around in a bikini in. That's all I need." You rolled your eyes.

"I promise. I want to see the wolf with you, though. Just don't let go of my hand." And he didn't. For the entirety of the flight, minus meal time, he held on to your hand and even when he dozed off he squeezed it every once in a while, letting you know that everything was going to be alright and that he was always by your side.

The rest of your travels wasn't any different. Takeoff and landing were still hard for you, but the actual flight was fairly smooth. You had a good book with you and the movie selection was great so there were a lot of distractions. Mat also kept you occupied and distracted which you were very thankful for. However, the flying anxiety prevented you from sleeping all day, even during your layover you barely slept a couple of hours. So when you finally, finally, made it to your private little villa right on the water, you crashed in bed almost immediately. You slept for hours and hours, now that the anxiety was gone and when you woke up, you felt like a brand new person.

"Morning, sleepy head." Mat, shirtless by the way, saw you stretch from outside and came walking into the bedroom. He climbed on the bed and laid down right on top of you. His lips started wandering along your cheeks and neck. "Sleep good?"

You nodded and rubbed your eyes again. "What time is it?"

"Almost six. At night." He grinned. If you remembered correctly you had gotten there at eight in the morning. "But I didn't want to wake you. You really needed the sleep."

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him in first for a kiss and then a hug. Wordlessly, you stayed in bed like this for a while until you had woken up enough.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." Your little villa was part of a resort so Mat ordered room service and while you waited you took a little tour of the place and changed into a new outfit. It was basically one open room, which half walls separating the bathroom from the bedroom and from the living area with a small kitchen. On the deck was an outdoor shower, another sitting area and of course the pool from which you could jump right into the ocean.

"This is so beautiful." You we're standing on the deck looking out into the ocean where the sun was slowly starting to set. You leaned into your boyfriend who came to stand behind you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Worth the travel and flying?"

"Absolutely." He kissed your cheek and enjoyed the peaceful moment between the two of you.

After your meal, Mat practically changed you into your bikini himself and then carried you into the pool. The hot tub definitely got used a bit more though and that outdoor shower also got its first use of your stay...

#mat barzal #travel with me summer 23 #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fluff #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey fic #hockey imagine #new york islanders

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novelcain · 1 year

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When you did your version of wukong did you have a specific species of monkey in mind to base him of? Or was him a mix of some monkeys?

It got me curious when you said you know a lot of monkey facts and I wondered if you used this to concept him?

EEEEEEEEE! You have no idea how excited I got when I woke up and saw this ask! I literally don't even care that it's the newest one I'm answering rn!

And also! Before I get into how I made the design for ITTW Sun Wukong, something I wanted to throw out is that a few people have asked for me to give more monkey facts after I foolishly /j divulged that I am an encyclopedia of monkeys, so I've been thinking of doing like a Monkey Facts Monday cause alliteration where I post a bunch of monkey facts on mondays! So lemme know what you guys think of that idea cause I absolutely am willing to do it! :D

Now ONTO THE MONKIE MAN!

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong is described to be that of demon Rhesus Macaque.

Rhesus Macaques can come in a variety of browns, greys, whites, and blondes, but for the most part are largely this stunning platinum gold color like in the picture above. I personally love this this color and wish we could see more golden furred Monkey Kings instead of just monkey=brown.

In addition to golden furs, a Rhesus Macaque's skin is largely a pinkish-peachy color with darker, nearly black, fingers and feet (You can see this in the first picture as well :)). And males tend to have more redish saturation around their eyes. (The saturation of this "mask" on males has been linked to levels of testosterone and therefore the dark/more red the mask the more potent the male, meaning it may be a sexual selective male trait as females have been observed preferring males with redder masks.... *looks at LMK Macaque simps*)

However, one thing about Rhesus Macaques is that they have very short tails. (As depicted below)

And that just wasn't quite the look a was going for. So while I was thinking "Eeeeh I could just say that he's a Rhesus Macaque with a long tail" but as I was sifting through my monkey knowledge I remembered another macaque species!

The Crab-Eating Macaque! Aka the Long Tailed Macaque!

These macaques very closely resemble Rhesus Macaques in facial features as well as fur as they also come in a variety of gingers, browns, greys, and blondes with their main color variation being this brownish-gold. (below) Tho their pelts tend to range darker than a Rhesus Macaque's.

And instead of having mainly peachy skin with a few black tones around the hand and feet, they largely have very dark skin with the brightest parts being around the eyes and the darkest being their pitch black ears, hands, and feet.

And come on, you can't tell me this isn't a Monkey King face:

Plus I might be just a liiiittle biased because my favorite monkey picture is a Long Tailed Macaque:

Just look at this dude! He's so done with life! 😂

But along with just physical characteristics, Rhesus Macaques and Long Tailed Macaques share many behavioral qualities as well.

They both display threats in similar ways, such as baring teeth paired with screaming to frighten predators and other monkeys. Though, Rhesus Macaques tend to be more aggressive and bold (accurate to Wukong) while Crab-Eating Macaques are very cautious and skittish. A Rhesus would much rather fight while a Long Tailed would much rather run.

Another thing they share is their open affection for each other. Both Rhesus and Crab-Eating Macaques have extremely tight knit bond within their troop and with even form best friends from a very young age. Just look at this family unit and how the younger two hold the elder monkey! So sweet. 🥹

All in all! In the end, I went with a mixture of these two species for my ITTW Wukong design, leaning slightly more toward his original species, the Rhesus Macaque, and gave him the proportions of a human since he's a monkey demon.

The traits that I took from the Rhesus Macaques were his blonde fur and peachy pale skin tone as well as his more saturated peach mask, which I blended with a darker blackish-red at the bottoms to pay homage to the Crab-Eating Macaque's darker faces.

The traits that I took from the Crab-Eating Macaques were their long tails and black tipped ears. (as well as the blended mask)

And the traits I took from both were the black tipped hands and feet as well as their long fangs.

While his eye come straight from the book.

And this was the result!

#skittle answers #my art #isekai'd to the west #ittw #ittw sun wukong #journey to the west #jttw #jttw sun wukong #jttw sun wukong fanart #jttw wukong #jttw monkey king #sun wukong #wukong #monkey king #original monkey king design #original sun wukong design

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also holy shiiiit do you remember that line that rose (?) said about "I wonder if the universe seems so empty because the Demons have already devoured everything that once filled it." that was so fucking cool

the way demons are written in pact is so haunting i absolutely need to get on the pact creature design analysis poasts grind and write abt the demons...need to do something with the draft for the bogeyman one i have saved first but i am forever thinking abt how the thesis statement for demons in pact is that instead of being 'generic monster design but edgy' they're existentially horrifying agents of not just death or destruction but, like, Expungement. and when i say haunting i mean Haunting, there is always the shadow of what was done to that now-forever-unknown thorburn hanging over the story, there's always the hole in the knights' lives where the rest of their group used to be, there's always the idea that maybe there used to be more to the universe than this and it was just simply devoured. and it's sooo good how this expungement is so utter and complete that it's never about the characters finding out what used to be there, it's about them only realizing that something was missing because they stumbled onto the hole where it was. pact generally leans more urban fantasy than horror but then you think about the demons for too long and it's like. yeah thats horror alright

#ask #pact time #pact ask

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magicxc · 2 months

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Stork Visits

Pairings: Survey Coprs x Black Reader - do they want babies?

Word Count: 1137

Warnings: baby fever?

A/N: Here’s what I think in regard to the guys wanting babies. But tell me what you think! Is there someone who you feel would react differently than I imagined?

Eren - oh absolutely. I think he’d love to see a miniature him running around causing mayhem. He’s the obsessed dad, telling everyone you meet that you’re pregnant and watching literally everything you eat to make sure that it’s safe and healthy for the baby. Eren becomes a nutritionist, a midwife, and security guard all in one; and while you are grateful, he could definitely use a chill pill.

Levi - I wanna say no, but he can be convinced. More of a soft no, or Levi’s idea of a soft no. He doesn’t really develop relationships or connections with others because of everyone around him dying and for that reason he’s really against the idea of raising a child. But once he finds someone special, I think he’ll view it with a different set of lens and even come to anticipate the idea of another Ackerman.

Erwin - very neutral. He isn’t actively for a child or against it. More of a if it happens, it happens kinda fella. Understand that work WILL be a priority and will often take precedence. Erwin is absolutely taking care of his family but it’ll be more in a financial sense. Although he is emotionally available as well it’s his physical presence yall will have to tussle with. However, he is making sure at the very least yall wont need for much. I'm talking a house in the best neighborhood, the best schools, the best clothes, etc. And he absolutely loves his family but when that job calls, it's toodles.

Connie - also neutral to the idea. Connie doesn’t really take life seriously to me. I consider him to be in his playboy era lowkey. He doesn’t really live for the future, but more so the present so if you get pregnant he’ll be supportive of whatever choice you make. And if it does happen, he’s that overwhelming dad who’s plastering his child on all the socials. They’ll be in matching outfits, taking professional pictures for every milestone, and he’s stacking those presents high under the Christmas tree for the holidays. That child will have him wrapped around their finger so it's safe to say that you’ll have to be the bad cop for a good chunk of their childhood cause Connie is mostly concerned with being the cool and fun parent.

Jean - yes!! He’s that military man that enlists straight out of high school, meets a girl, marries her two months later, and starts a family of five. Maybe even get a pet for the sake of it. Jean strikes me as very traditional in the family sense. His children will be honor students and he’s plastering his bumper sticker with all their future colleges. Their report cards get put on the fridge and while Jean does start off his parenting a little strict in the disciplinary department, he eventually learns to take it easy.

Onyankopon - yes, but when the time is right. He wants to try and solve all the worlds problems before settling down to start a family. Soon enough he’ll realise that as much as he wants to he cant help everyone so he goes on to focus his energy on creating a life with his lover. Ony’s so adorable. Literally there at your beck and call. He’s taking you to all your doctors appointments, sitting through all your lamaze classes and designing the baby's room from scratch. Ony is the hands on father who’s spending weeks tryna figure out how to assemble the crib and he’s signing the kid up for every extracurricular activity possible as soon as they can walk - ooh and he’s never missing a practice.

Reiner - idek with this man. I genuinely feel like the pendulum can swing either way, though I am leaning more towards no. I think Reiner carries way too much guilt to ever feel deserving of children and so he’s content to just have a wife while playing the role of cool, rich uncle. Mans is honestly just happy to be alive, and barely even that, so he’s not too interested in starting a family. He’ll babysit in a heartbeat and is sneakily feeding his nieces/nephews/godchildren ice cream for breakfast after their parents explicitly said no. He’s the one they call when they need a ride home from a party they weren't even supposed to go to and he’s providing an alibi if need be. Reiner is sliding $20 in their hands at every function and bringing them gifts from his latest excursion around the globe. While he greatly enjoys his time spent with the kiddos he loves handing them back to their parents even more; and greatly enjoys having his lover all to himself while the doing things he never dreamed he’d reach the age to see and simultaneously healing the child within.

Armin - yes!! I think Armin is gonna be the poster dad for kids lowkey. You ever meet those parents who run their household like the navy? Like in a scheduled sorta way? That’s gonna be Armin. Kids are in bed no later than 8pm. Their breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be balanced to each portion of essential nutrients based on the food groups of the plate. They're drinking 8 glasses of water a day and flavored milk yuck during snack time. Their juices are diluted with water so when they hit their first party and experience 100% juice for the first time they’re literally bouncing off the walls. I really feel like Armin would have that perfect cookie cutter type family who celebrates and decorates for every holiday. They brush their teeth before bed every night and must bathe with their special bubble bath soap or else they’ll lose their shit. He’ll raise kids you avoid in primary school lmaoo but get cool with during high school who becomes a more chill version of their younger self.

Floch - not really. He wants to run wild and sow his oats. Floch doesn't care for kids in my opinion. He’s in his selfish era which turns out to last a lot longer than he anticipated. Floch is an intelligent guy and while he enjoys practicing for a baby, he’s come to realise that he wouldn’t enjoy the responsibilities of said baby. He’s not actively in his nieces/nephews/godchildren everyday lives but instead is that uncle you only see at the family functions which is like twice a year. Once he’s there though they can ask for anything and he’s giving it to them. Money, a lil sip of beer, hell even some dating tips. He doesn't go out of his way to be present so it's really one of those you just gotta be there moments. Floch has always been on his own timing and enjoys living his best child free life.

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orqheuss · 11 months

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My darling, my sweetheart, I am in your sway

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/F!Reader FLUFF)

Summary:

Sebastian pushed away from the wooden column, making his way towards the pair of you, before reaching out his hand in your direction and speaking with the most ridiculously strong posh accent he could muster. “May I have this dance?”

You laughed, squeezing Ominis’ hand, letting go and going along with the brunette’s theatrics. You bowed dramatically in his direction, placing your hand delicately in his and adopted the same vernacular that he used.

“Of course, m’lord. It would be an honor.” *** With the Founders Ball announced, you realize two things. Firstly, you have no idea how to ballroom dance, and secondly, you didn't know how you could go to the ball with both of your crushes at once. *** Title is from "Rise to Me" by the Decemberists

Word Count: 8k

AN: I’m moving all of my fics over from Ao3 to make them more accessible! These are my fics.

Have this repost from Ao3 while I finish writing the smut I'm working on :) This one is a personal favorite of mine.

“The Founders Ball,” said Professor Weasley, “Is a grand occasion meant to unite the four houses of Hogwarts under our vivacious founders.”

The Professor paced up and down the large room, glancing every so often to each of the different students lining the walls. Bleachers had been placed around for everyone to sit, each group separated by their house. The heads of the houses sat at the far left of each section, some more pleased about the news than others. In particular, Professor Sharpe looked like he would rather drink a drought of living death than continue to sit and listen to his colleagues speech.

“On Christmas Eve, we will all gather in the great hall for a night of fun, frivolity, and lighthearted dancing. Each head of house will teach you the basic steps of dances like the waltz, the tango, and other forms of ragtime.” Weasley gestured for each of the heads to stand and make their way to the center of the room. “I expect you all to act like proper young lads and ladies in the name of Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw. Now, please split off into pairs of two and await further instructions from your designated Professor.”

Each eager student from the four houses stood rapidly from their seats, making their way down and stepping around those who were more hesitant to participate. You were one of the few who remained seated, leaning back on your elbows and resting on the bench behind you. It wasn��t that you didn’t want to go to the ball, the idea of it seemed lovely in all honesty. Who would turn down an opportunity to dress up and get absolutely sloshed with your friends? Of course someone would spike the punch— your money was on Garreth. The problem was that you had only ever heard of two people going together as a couple, and you couldn’t necessarily ask both of your crushes to go with you. You’ve had feelings for the both of them since your untimely admittance to Hogwarts, and as much as you knew that it would be easier to just pick one of them and stick with your decision, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You cared for them both in vastly different ways, and you needed them both by your side. You thought about what it would be like to go to the ball with them both, see them both dressed up to the nines and feel their hands on your hips as they led you through dance after dance. You already felt hot at the image of them in their pressed three piece suits— their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and their ties undone when they began to sweat from your copious amount of dancing and fun. You could almost taste their lips, leaning down and kissing you breathless, their teeth nipping at your bottom lip and their tongues sliding deliciously against yours after the festivities are over. Rosy pink hues made their way across your cheeks at the thought, and you coughed lightly to clear your now very parched throat before leaning back further in your seat, fighting against the embarrassed expression trying to tweak your lips into a frown. The two boys flanking each side of you were in similar spots; Ominis leaning with his chin in his hands and the bend of his arms atop his knees, a tired expression decorating his face, and Sebastian with his leg crossed over his thigh and his hands resting in his lap, a wayward smirk on his lips and a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

The more elated of the two leaned closer to you, stretching his neck slightly towards your ear and murmured, “Five galleons Sharpe trips over his cane.”

You snorted to yourself, turning your head towards him and smirking. “You’re on, Sallow.”

The brunette leaned over towards the other boy now, repeating the bet, and asked his opinion of the odds. “Ominis, are you in?”

The blond sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at the whole rigmarole around him and drawled out of the corner of his mouth, “Ten galleons that he calls the whole thing off and tells us to teach ourselves.”

Sebastian barked a laugh, catching the attention of the few students still milling around the trio, and stretched out his hand towards his companion. “I’ll take those odds.”

Ominis simpered in his direction, grabbing the boy's hand before taking yours and doing the same. The brunette took the other and the three of you shook on it.

“There’s no way he would just abandon his house; he’s too intimidated by Weasley.”

“We’ll see.”

The three of you then turned towards the commotion on the floor, watching with enraptured intrigue as Professor Sharpe was surrounded by a mob of excitable teenage girls and a few of the more flamboyant boys. You could see the crease of his brow from your vantage point and pointed it out to your friends. Sharpe stood stoic in the center of the chaos, his cane resting in front of him with both of his hands crossed at the top, a thoroughly annoyed look adorning his features as the squacks of students got louder in his ears. He loudly tapped the end of his cane on the ground, silencing the masses and drawing the attention of the more meek of the bunch, and regarded them all with contempt.

“I will be returning to my chambers. If you wish to learn about those infernal dances you may ask the other house heads for assistance, or have a friend teach you. I wash my hands of it. You are dismissed.”

Groaning, the Slytherin’s surrounding the pragmatic Professor dragged their feet towards where the other students were already being instructed, a few sticking around long enough to grumble some choice words at his slowly retreating form.

Sebastian sat with an expression similar to eating a lemon, digging into his cloak pocket and muttering to himself while pulling out his coins for the blond. You caught some of his grumbles, things like “stupid git,” and “blasted Gaunt sixth sense,” flying from his tongue. You did the same, laughing to yourself and shaking your head at the childishness of your brunette friend. Ominis pocketed the money, smirking to himself in a feat of barely concealed smugness.

“Pleasure doing business with you both.”

With a huff, the freckled boy stood from his slouched position, desperately trying to hide the fact that the confidence and cocky energy of his roommate made him want to scramble across their seats and snog him silly, and jumped down to the next rung of bleachers, spinning on his heel and facing his two friends. His mood seemed to do a complete one eighty, mischief swimming in his chocolate eyes yet again and a plan hiding just behind his teeth.

“So what are we to do now? I know I don’t know any of the dances, do either of you?”

You scoffed, your chin pointed towards the ceiling and your limbs stretched in front of you in a lax position. You gestured lazily towards your ensemble, a slightly wrinkled white button down, paired with your house tie and a set of trousers, as well as the general lack of interest in your body language. “Do you really think I’d be trained in ballroom dancing?”

Sebastian made a noise in his throat that seemed to say “fair enough,” before turning to their quiet counterpart. Ominis could feel the both of your eyes on him and he fought against the blush slowly creeping up the back of his neck. He huffed with indignation, resting his chin on his hand in a show of laissez faire attitude.

“I unfortunately do. It was a requirement of my schooling before I came here. All the Gaunt children had to take dance lessons for the plethora of galas we were invited to, especially me. Couldn’t have the blind boy looking blind and embarrassing the family.” Your eyes burned through the back of his head while Sebastian’s burned through the front, meeting in the center of his brain and sparking together like a show of fireworks. The boy could feel his friend's excitement at the prospect of him possibly teaching them shed from their auras in waves of glee. He sighed, “I suppose I could teach you both, but you have to do everything I say exactly. No funny business, got it?”

You quickly sat up, meeting the eyes of the brunette standing opposite of the pair of you before sliding them over to your other friend. Raising two fingers to your forehead, you mock saluted the blond to your left, watching Sebastian do the same out of the corner of your eyes.

“Sir, yes sir.”

Ominis slid his hand over the front of his face, raising the other to do the same and grumbled into his hands.

Something in him told him that he would come to regret this decision.

***

The three of you slid through the doors of the Room of Requirement, leaning out briefly to check for any signs of life in the desolate hallway, before shutting it quietly behind you. You all shucked your bags to the ground, you and Sebastian dropping your cloaks over the pile of supplies while Ominis gently hung his on the coat rack by the door. The school assembly had been after dinner, so by the time your motley crew made it to your secret hideaway the sky was already glittering with constellations and curfew was right around the corner. You made your way to the center of the room where a large ornate rug decorated the floor and plopped yourself down in the center; your gaze drifting upwards towards the large skylight at the center of the domed roof. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, each star shone brilliantly against the stark blackness of space. You traced your finger along one particular cluster of stars that appeared every winter night, The Pleiades. Each brilliant light aligned with a birthmark on your blond companion's cheek, sprinkling across his face like a captivating piece of sheet music— it was your favorite. You could almost trace the marks, matching them to quarter notes and triplets like a beautiful bluesy shuffle. You sighed to yourself, resting your hand across your stomach as the other went behind your head as a makeshift pillow.

“The stars are beautiful tonight.” You fancied, your eyes never leaving the glass dome above.

A cynical voice came from the couch a few feet away, sarcasm lacing his tone. “Oh yes, indubitably.”

You turn your head slightly towards Ominis and cringed slightly, forgetting about his lack of sight. “...Sorry.”

Sebastian jumped into the middle of the rug, haphazardly placing his feet at either side of your hips and facing towards the blond. You quickly dart your hands outward and grasp on to his ankles, holding him still and hopefully preventing him from losing his balance and toppling over on top of you. A blush rouged the tips of your nose and ears as your pupils flicked over his body above, eyes widening slightly at his closeness. He looked lovely from your angle on the ground— maybe him falling wouldn’t be such a travesty.

Shaking the unseemly thoughts from your mind, you flick your eyes once more upwards towards his face, only to see that he was already gazing at you, similar thoughts of how enticing you looked underneath him swimming behind his eyes. The brunette smirked down at you, winking and twiddling his fingers in a humorous wave.

Cheeky bastard.

You averted your eyes, focusing back on the other boy sitting on the couch to your left. Sebastian chuckled at your reaction, before also turning towards Ominis again and crossing his arms, speaking with authority.

“Alright, how are we going to do this?”

Ominis sighed again— his default setting— before lightly slapping his knees and standing up. He began to unbutton the cuffs of his starched shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and sticking one of his hands in his pocket while pulling out his wand with the other. His wand glowed a faint red with the location charm pulses as he surveyed the room for the optimal dancing space. You glanced around the room yourself, wincing minutely at the mess strewn around every surface and some parts of the floor. There really was no good spot currently, leaving you few options for where you could practice. Ominis seemed to come to the same conclusion, his brows furrowing in thought and pondering where you all could go. They could always go to the Undercroft, he supposed, but with the winter freeze just outside he was sure that the stone walls and floor would be terribly cold, and there wasn’t a fireplace in the large space.

A lightbulb flickered on in your mind, an idea forming along with the delighted sound leaving your throat. Both boys turned to you in intrigue, eyebrows raised in surprise at your small shout and taking in the grin stretching across your face.

“There’s some flat ground in Atlas’ vivarium, we could use that!”

Sebastian blinked at you, his face twisting into an incredulous smile. “Your thunderbird, Atlas?”

You nodded ecstatically, grabbing both boys by the hand and pulling them in the direction of your vivariums. Ominis stuttered loudly in protest, digging his heels into the hardwood floor and pulling at your arm. The idea of seeing, or in his case sensing, a thunderbird was one thing, but meeting one? That was a whole other thing entirely. He could already hear the loud cracks of thunder in the distance, causing the nervous frown on his face to deepen. Laughing at the blond’s hesitation, you dragged them through the different areas of the large room, smells from your potion station filled your nose and the gentle ticks of your assorted magical instruments were like music to your ears. Sebastian went along for the ride, allowing you to pull him along and his steps animated at the prospect of seeing the gorgeous bird in action. Honestly, he’d let you drag him anywhere if you never let go of his hand. Streaks of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the lush fields of flowers just beyond the intricately carved archway of the enclosure and cast a glow across your face, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. The freckled boy froze, eyes softening as they flitted around your visage in enraptured awe. Your smile was his favorite thing about you— a radiant bonfire under a softened night sky. Every time you looked at him with that sweet, sanguine smile, it was like his heart was suddenly being warmed by a homey hearth— like everything wrong in his life would right itself with just a simple grin. He quickly looked away from your profile, color covering his cheeks as he reached his hand behind his head, rubbing at his neck in embarrassment.

The smell of the storm brewing across the field circled around you like a pleasant hug, relaxing all the tightness in your body and giving way to the feeling of bliss. You loved the smell, and the sound, of storms; that was why this was your favorite vivarium to escape to. It was just Atlas behind the door, so you kept him company whenever you could, having not found him a mate yet in your “travels,” or as one would normally call it, your pillaging of poacher camps. Thunderbirds were incredibly rare in these parts, so the fact that you had found him locked away meant that he had traveled a great distance. His wing had been clipped slightly, the feathers bunched up together around a nasty scar stretching from his coracoid to his metacarpus, and you had felt a red hot anger seep through your veins like an infection at the pain emitting from the poor, beautiful bird. That was the most ruthless you had ever been with a group of the pillaging bastards, and you didn’t regret it in the slightest. You and Atlas had grown exponentially closer since that day, and you loved him the most out of any of your beasts— not that you’d tell any of them that.

Ominis leaned against the wall next to the vivarium entrance, panting slightly in exertion, and sent a withered glare in what he assumed was your direction. Giggling at his miffed expression, you squeezed his hand and walked into the dimension before you. The blond’s scathing look pittered away to an enamored, but small, smile; his eyes softening to two gentle bubbling blue brooks instead of the angered sea during a storm they once were. He loved your laugh, it was truly his favorite sound. You had the poor boy wrapped around your finger with that simple, joyful noise.

The pseudo-sun of the enclosure warmed the bones of the three students, shaking the freezing cold of the winter from their shoulders and wrapping them in a warm blanket. You led them to the grassy knoll at the top of the hill, a skip in your step at the sudden happiness that flooded your system at the feeling of the beautiful nature around you and the warmth of your companions hands in yours. Atlas flew high above your heads, swirling his body around in circles like he was a ring around the sun itself, and released a great caw into the air in joy at seeing his favorite human. You waved at the effervescent creature, watching him as he flew farther into the never ending sky, disappearing out of sight and taking the storm clouds above with him. You would bring both of the boys back one day to properly meet him, but today was about dance lessons.

You finally stopped at the very top of the hill, reluctantly releasing both Slytherin’s from your grasp and turning to face the trained dancer of the two. You bit your lip around the smile starting to form, clasping your hands in front of you in an absolute tizzy of anxious, tumultuous happiness. Ominis turned to face the both of his friends, his hands tucking themselves away in his pockets once again as he pondered their next move.

“Alright, this will work for now. Who would like to go first?”

Sebastian and you stood entranced by the boy before you. The sun shone off of his hair in brilliant locks of golden silk, glittering in the soft summer breeze that floated around the vivarium space. Color still danced on his cheeks, giving him a lovely youthful glow that stood out against his normally porcelain skin tone and highlighted the star-like dots decorating his face. The luminous sun cascaded down on his form, catching his opalescent eyes just right and making them look like beautiful pools of dew. He looked strong with his rolled up sleeves; not muscular, but confident, strapping, sturdy, like he was in his absolute element. In that moment, Ominis Gaunt was the picture of elegance and grace, something extraordinarily serendipitous. You couldn’t help but look at him— take him in in all of his glorious verisimilitude.

The blond cleared his throat, slight agitation lacing his tone. “I can feel you both staring at me. Are you going to putter about like muppets and waste valuable time, or are you going to learn these dances? As you both know, I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

The both of you were shocked out of your revelry at his voice, color flooding both of your cheeks at your obvious admiration. Sebastian shook off the embarrassment first, leaning towards you and whispering in your ear before confidently stepping towards the lithe boy.

“I do quite like it when he’s rude.”

You stifle your laughter behind your hand, watching the both of your boys bow to each other and get into the proper position. Ominis raised his hands into the air, arms draped elegantly like he was about to take flight, and directed Sebastian to do the same.

“Now, put one hand on my shoulder and place the other in mine.”

The brunette furrowed his brows. “What if I wanted to lead?”

“I just assumed with your proclivity to strong, powerful friends, you’d lean more towards submitting rather than domineering.” The blond quipped with a smirk.

Sebastian sputtered with bashfulness, a dark rouge coloring him from the tips of his ears to the ends of his collarbones. Ominis could feel the heat radiating off of his dance partner like a fireplace in winter. He chuckled at his obvious flustered state— the boy could surely dish it out, but he couldn’t take it in return.

“Alright, I will teach you how to lead. Place your hand on my waist.”

Gathering his nerve once again, Sebastian simpered in return, “My my, Ominis. How very crass of you; if you wanted my hands on you all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up, Sallow, and do as I say.”

“Yes, sir.”

You watched the brunette do as he was told, placing his hand on the small of the blond’s waist and grasping his hand in his before pulling him closer until they were chest to chest. Ominis cleared his throat bashfully, ignoring the warmth flooding his body from the furnace of a man against him, and began directing him through the movements of a basic waltz. Birds tittered from the trees just beyond the hill, filling the air with a natural melody. You smiled as you watched them both, fumbling like a mother doe teaching their newborn fawn how to walk for the first time. It was becoming increasingly obvious that Sebastian knew what he was doing and was just acting like he didn’t. One moment he would perform a perfect spin just for him to step on Ominis’ foot as hard as possible the next. You couldn’t blame him, in all honesty— you were just as eager to be that close to the blond you both harbored feelings for.

The Gaunt boy couldn’t help but get distracted at the feeling of being in Sebastian’s arms— his breath brushing against his lips and cheeks, his chest pressed deliciously against his, their hearts beating in tandem as they moved from step to step. There was something about his brunette companion that sent his mind into a tizzy, like a spare lacewing fly crawled through his ear and was buzzing around in his skull, smacking against his limbic system and setting his veins aflame with affection. He kept the pair of them in a small four step square, not quite used to the distance around them with his wand tucked securely in his pocket. Sebastian was oddly adept at the waltz, only making small mistakes here and there. If Ominis didn’t know better, he would say that the brunette took him up on his offer just because he wanted to be closer to him. What a preposterous thought, he mused to himself. There was no way his friend returned his feelings.

All thoughts were unanimously wiped from his mind at that moment when his dance partner decided that it was the perfect time to dip him.

Ominis felt sickeningly weightless, his knee bent to keep his stability while the other was thrown haphazardly into the air. He could feel Sebastian’s knee at his outer bicep, his face even closer than before. Hot, minty breath fanned across the apples of his cheeks and blew against his long eyelashes, causing his unseeing eyes to flutter around with anxious, flustered agony. The hand at his waist somehow felt even hotter than before, like it was the sun itself and he was burning. The brunette chuckled, leaning impossibly closer and brushed his lips against the conch of the blond’s ear.

“Did I sweep you off your feet, Professor?”

Ominis turned a color similar to a cherry tomato, his words stuttering out of his throat like a broken gramophone. “R-right. You did very well, Sebastian.” He cleared his throat, willing his breathing and heartbeat to get back under control. “Now, will you please release me?”

Sebastian smiled against the blond’s ear, sending a shiver up the other boy’s spine, before teasingly whispering once more. “As you wish.”

The brunette then let go, dropping his companion to the floor with a ceremonious thump.

You giggled from the sidelines at their antics, highly amused by their obvious affection for each other but also lack of self awareness to express it, nay, realize it. You began to feel anxious, very much aware of the fact that both of the people you were heavily crushing on had dancing experience and talent while you had none. You feared making a fool of yourself in front of them. There was something different about the setting of a ball that made your heart hurt and your head spin at the thought of embarrassing yourself— vastly different than the multiple times they had seen and heard you mess up spells in the Undercroft. The first time you had tried bombarda, you had singed off your eyebrows much like they both did when first casting confringo. Sebastian didn’t let you live it down for weeks, even after the hair had entirely grown back and you could stop drawing them in with pencil. You really didn’t want to give them more ammunition against you, and you also wanted the night to be special.

Ominis stood up from the earthy ground, brushing the orange clay dust off of his shoulders and back while turning a heated glare to his giggling friends.

“Yes, very funny, Sebastian. Thank you for that.”

Sebastian seceded, walking over and helping the blond brush the rest of the dust and small pebbles from his body and hair. He grasped him by the shoulders, slightly shaking him once before releasing and moving to stand next to you once again.

“Well, you did ask me to let you go.”

With a scoff, Ominis turns to face you and raises his hand in your direction, a small amused smile dancing on his lips— his eyes soft like the clouds in the sky, a brilliant white against baby's breath blue. Your breathing stutters in your chest.

“Alright, it's your turn.” As if sensing your nervousness, he moves to reassure you, his eyebrows creasing in concern. “I promise I won’t drop you like that buffoon did.”

You were stuck in place, your feet refusing to move from the timidness rocking through your body. Sebastian turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised in questioning until he saw the pretty rose hue crossing over the bridge of your nose and speckling across your cheeks. You were entirely enamored by the blond boy in front of you. He laughed, placing a hand between your shoulder blades and shoving you closer to the outstretched hand of his friend.

Gingerly, you grasp Ominis’ hand in yours and let him lead you towards the middle of the patch of land. He frets for a moment, moving your hands to the correct positions and making sure you’re comfortable with the proper stance before pausing and preparing to go through the motions again. The sweet breeze blew through the pasture again, catching on your hair and clothes and filling the blind boy’s nose with the most lovely scent he had grown attached to since you’d joined their little motley crew— bergamot, vanilla, and something unidentifiable but so uniquely you. He was spellbound for a moment, eyes locked on yours and breath catching his throat. Much like with Sebastian, the feeling of you in his arms was something he never wanted to give up. While the brunette felt like a burning pyre on a chilly winter night: exciting, nostalgic, and warm to the point of burning, you were a candle on his bedside with a nice cup of tea and a good book: comforting, tranquil, and homey. He loved how the both of you felt against him, how you both made him feel in his very soul. How he lived without the both of you before coming to Hogwarts, he had absolutely no idea.

You stiffened slightly under Ominis’ heavy stare, his milky irises swirling with something unidentifiable but so warm all the same. You felt trapped where you were, unable to move— not wanting to move from his heated gaze, but feeling quite bashful with him looking at you like that. Something had just happened in that brilliant mind of his, and who were you to not make a joke out of a suddenly serious moment?

Your smug voice broke him out of his stupor, a laugh dancing dangerously at the precipice of your lips. “Please stop staring at me, you’re making me nervous.”

He huffed, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Need I remind you that I’m blind, my dear?”

The term of endearment stopped you in your tracks, all feelings of humor completely gone and replaced with scatterbrained lightheadedness. Even Ominis seemed shocked at the words that came from his mouth, his chin shyly dipping down towards his chest and color returning to the tips of his ears and nose. My, what a lovely color that was. If it was any other time you’d poke fun at the blond boy, push him further into embarrassment just to see more of that beautiful hue cross over his features, but, the intimacy of your stance was not lost to you. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, singing along to his wonderful tune— my-dear, my-dear, my-dear. Never had two words struck so deeply before.

You cleared your throat, stopping him from speaking the clear apology that was dancing on his tongue. “Well, lead the way, my dear.”

A loud, boisterous voice broke the both of you out of your haze, slightly grating in your ears. “Oh come on, you two! Who are you, Mr and Mrs. Gaunt? Stand a little closer!” Sebastian jeered from the sidelines, a wayward smile stretching across his cheeks.

You threw your head back with laughter, missing the way Ominis’ gaze melted at the sound, looking at you like you put all of the stars in the sky, and kicked at the brunette just out of reach, sending rusted orange dust in his direction and staining his pristine white shirt. He shouted indignantly, his own laughter bubbling just under the surface as he tossed a small rock in your direction, watching it bounce harmlessly against your calf. Relenting, you stepped closer to the blond, just barely pressing your chest to his, hoping he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating at that very moment. Little did you know, he was hoping the very same thing.

Still smiling softly, Ominis began to teach you the basics like he did with Sebastian. He twirled you around in a circle, listening to your startled giggles and hushed heavy breathing like it was his favorite concerto. Each step forward from him sent one back from you, his left foot pushing against your right as you waltzed in a square. You fought to keep your eyes on your shoes, making sure that you weren’t stepping on his toes while also listening to his direction.

Ominis tisked lightly, his tongue tapping against the roof of his mouth thrice like a mother scolding a child. “Keep your eyes on me, not on your feet. You won’t hurt me, I promise.”

You gulped, looking back up and meeting his unseeing gaze. He pulled you closer to him, now pressing your body fully against his, before sliding one of his legs between yours and moving his hand to rest open across the small of your back.

“I’m going to dip you now. Hold on to my shoulders, if you would, please.”

You did as you were told, letting him spin you slightly to the side and dip you towards the ground. The quick movement sent a rush to your head, everything around you blinking out and only your blond boy’s face shining in the darkness. All you could stare into were his eyes, now shielded from the harsh light above but still glowing with just as much starlight. It looked like whole constellations were trapped there. You could see Draco wrap around his pupils, Cassiopeia stream across his cornea, Orion’s Belt glitter in his irises, and finally Polaris, the bright north star, was there to guide you home. There was a French word for those eyes— astre: something not from this world, something celestial, something born of stars. You couldn’t breathe at how close his face was, one small move and you could press your lips against his and finally claim him as your own. For a moment, it looked like Ominis wanted just the same as you, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he moved just slightly closer before reconsidering and helping you back up to your feet.

Sebastian cleared his throat to your left, leaning against the post that Atlas enjoyed resting on. He had a grin on his face, his eyes looking like pools of melted amber under the afternoon sun. He couldn’t remember the last time his heart felt as full as it did watching the both of you dance together. He didn’t feel any jealousy, any anger at the fact you both obviously had feelings for the other. He was just happy to be with you both— if both his best friends fell in love he’d consider it a blessing. Besides, he could take the absolute piss out of you both if you started dating, and how could he possibly turn down a rousing bit of debauchery?

“Enjoying yourselves, are we?” He simpered.

“Of course, m’lord. It would be an honor.”

With that, Sebastian squeezed your hand and you were off. He swung you around like a madman, your feet grazing the ground and sending clouds of dust around the large bit of land. Your laughter rang out like church bells, sweeping into the summer air and being blown away like the fluff on a dandelion. You opened your eyes to watch the beautiful brunette in your arms, seeing his large toothy grin just inches from yours and counting the freckles that littered his closed eyelids. If Ominis was the stars, Sebastian was the earth— strong, resolute, constant, yet always surprising you with new and titillating things. You could see the life-giving dirt in the color of his hair, see maps criss-crossing his face in his freckles, each one standing for a different landmark, mountain, coast, anything that could be jotted down by a cartographer. You wanted to follow along those freckles and travel wherever they led until there was nothing more there— no more sights to see. In his veins you saw the rings of a tree, each line and circle telling story after story of their life, their adventures on this planet you call home. He opened his eyes and looked down at you and oh. You could see whole worlds in those eyes. It was like time froze inside of them, like each tiny earth-like dot in his irises were still and asleep until the day came where he was dead and gone. Little flecks of sage sprinkled around his pupils like mounds of four leaf-clovers at the edge of a babbling brook. You couldn’t help but stare.

In your distraction, you didn’t notice the wing beats of Atlas returning to your little corner. Lightning streaked across the sky, casting a soft purple and blue glow on the fields of flowers swaying in the wind around you. Ominis lifted his head from where it rested in his hand, a love-struck smile on his face at the sound of not only your joy, but also Sebastian’s, and sniffed at the air. The smell of petrichor was heavy with the feeling of a storm brewing once again. He turned his eyes to the sky, calling out to his two friends across the square from him.

“Hey guys—”

Still in your little world, you didn’t hear the blond boy to your right. Catching your gaze, Sebastian began to lean closer towards you. For a moment you thought he was moving in for a kiss, but his lips brushed against the skin of your cheek and made its way to your ear. He held you closer to his body as he whispered to you, his lips tantalizingly close to your neck.

“I know how you feel about him.”

Your breath stilled in your throat, nervous confusion filling your voice. “Who?”

He breathed a laugh, the soft brush of his sigh raising the hairs on your skin to attention. “Ominis, of course. I know how you feel about him. I think you should go for it, it’s obvious he feels the same.”

You protested weakly, Ominis’ voice calling out at the same time.

“Sebastian, I—”

“Guys, I think it’s going to rain—”

Thunder loudly rumbled above, and a torrential downpour of water fell from the sky.

You screamed in alarm, your clothes suddenly becoming drenched and sticking to your skin. You looked up towards the sky, watching the large droplets of rain fall around you and tap against your face with little, lovely kisses. The boys around you reacted similarly, Ominis quickly standing from the ground and reaching for his wand, shivering lightly around the sudden cold, while Sebastian took a step back from you in shock, his hair plastering itself to his face and sending drops of water into his eyelashes and down his cheeks. A laugh startled them, drawing their attention back to their friend. You stood in the center of the square, arms raised at your sides, elbows bent with hands stretched out to collect the raindrops. You were laughing with delight, joy bursting from your heart at the sudden storm brewing around you. You looked truly at peace in that moment, surrounded by your friends in a wonderful little rainstorm.

The two Slytherin’s took in the sight before them, the sound of your elated giggles and the sheer happiness that radiated from your being, and both smiled, beginning to laugh themselves.

Hearing their own chuckles, you quickly shuffled over to your friends and grabbed their hands, pulling them into the center with you once again. The three of you looked up at the sky, feeling the droplets of water splatter against your faces and refreshing your skin with energy. You began to spin the three of you in a circle, all of your hands connected like a ring of daisies tied together into a crown. Laughter filled the vivarium, three voices ringing out together in blissful mirth. You all danced together in the rain, pompously bowing and curtsying to each other in humor before clasping hands and galloping along in a lighthearted two step. Your heart filled with merriment at the sound of your boys having fun. You so rarely got to act like kids these days, so many pressures pressing down on your shoulders putting a damper on basically everything you enjoyed. At that very second, you all were simply students enjoying their time in the rain. No sick sisters, no ancient magic, no abusive families, just a little bit of rain and a little bit more fun.

In that moment, you were a little bit in love with the both of them.

You break apart from your dance partner, Ominis, you deducted from the sound of his light giggles, and looked back up towards the falling rain, running your hands through your hair and smoothing it away from your face. You felt a surge of courage run through your body, completely content in the storm and filled with a youthful delight. Tilting your chin back down towards your boys, your lovely, lovely boys, you took both of their hands into yours once again and spoke the words you’d been holding in for so long.

“I think I love you. The both of you.”

The two boys stilled at your words, heads whipping in your direction with incredulous expressions decorating their faces. You all stood in silence for a moment, the both of them processing your words while you worried at your lip with your teeth. Ominis was the first to speak, a loud shout leaving his throat in a very unlike-him fashion.

“WHAT?”

Sebastian nodded his head, coming back to his body after it felt like his whole being was catapulted into space. “Yeah, what?!”

You laughed at their disbelieving countenances, stepping closer and raising their hands to your chest, your thumb rubbing across their knuckles gently and your eyes clouded with amorous love.

“I said, I love the both of you. I have for some time, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. After today, I knew that I needed to say it before it was too late— before I couldn’t anymore. You both have bewitched me, body and soul. You fill my mind at every moment of the day: at breakfast, in History of Magic, when I’m studying in the library, all the way until I fall asleep, and even then you’re in my dreams.”

Your boys continued to stare at you, mouths opening and closing like a fish without water.

“I thought you liked him!” They both shouted in unison, the hands not connected to yours raising and pointing at the other boy. You laughed again, affection flooding your whole body.

“You both have been so kind to me, my absolute best friends since day one. I came to this school with no one besides Professor Fig, no one my age to talk to about how alone I felt— new to the world of an ancient magic that wished to swallow me whole. Ever since that first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts I have been completely, and totally enamored with the both of you. In this battlefield of a school, your presence is my Versailles. I would follow you both to the ends of the earth and then jump if you were there to catch my fall.”

You closed your eyes, a heavy breath inhaling through your mouth and sighing out into the still air, the noise being swallowed by the pitter-patter of the steady rain. “Here I am, presenting you with my heart like the fool that I am, and asking you both if you feel the same. Nothing has to change if you don’t, I completely understand that this was very sudden—”

In a sudden burst of movement, Ominis cut off your grand speech with a kiss. It wasn’t good or coordinated in any sense, more teeth than lips, but it was yours . You quickly corrected the boy, slotting your lips against his and raising your arms to drape around his shoulders while his drifted to your waist. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this very moment since he was born— maybe he had been. Maybe you were the other half, or in this case the one third, of his soul that he had been searching for. You both separated, air rushing into your burning lungs from the near suffocating kiss. Taking the open chance, Sebastian took your face into his hands and turned you towards him, pressing his lips to yours after all these years of pining. His kiss was different than Ominis’, a bit more skilled, more controlled. He was gentle in his movements, cradling your face and stroking your cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. You melted into it, raising your hands from where they had rested, raised at your sides after your initial shock, and ran them through his hair, deepening the kiss and pouring your love into every movement you made.

Their kisses tasted like home— like a finally.

You separated from the brunette, heaving breaths into your lungs yet again as you looked to your two loves. They both looked thoroughly flustered, the rain splashing against their ruby cheeks and rolling down towards their bruised, kissed lips. You smiled at the sight.

Sebastian cleared his throat, wringing his hands in front of him with nerves. “I don’t think I can put it as eloquently as you did.” A chuckle left his tight throat. “I was so confused by how I felt at first. I had been in love with Ominis since second year when he first asked to ‘see’ what I looked like, but then you came in our fifth year and suddenly everything was one big jumble. How could I love the both of you? How could that work? I felt—”

“So selfish!” Ominis finished for him, his eyebrows furrowing at how stupid he had been. “I felt so bloody selfish for wanting the both of you to be mine. It’s no secret that my family is not a caring one. I hadn’t felt true, unencumbered love until I met the both of you. I have wanted you both more than I’ve wanted anything else, and it felt dangerous— forbidden, absolutely, abhorrently dotty.”

Sebastian took the blond’s hand, pulling him closer until he could wrap his arm around his waist. They both leaned closer to each other, breaths mingling in the space between them, and finally pressed their lips together after over half a century of waiting.

Ominis separated from the brunette after a long, much needed moment, pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose in fondness before speaking once again, a laugh dangling on each of his words.

“How foolish the three of us have been.”

The relief was palpable around the three of you, laughter filling the air once more as you all took in everything that had just occurred. You took both of their hands in yours once again, pulling them out of the now very muddy square and towards the soft grass of the hill nearby. Your trio sat down, the sweet smell of the earth during a rainstorm permeating your senses and washing you with comfort as you leaned back and watched the storm clouds roll across the sky above. The boys did the same, one on either side of you, their hands still clasped in yours. You breathed a soft sigh, truly content for the first time in a very long time.

“Will you both go to the Founders Ball with me?”

Sebastian laughed to your left, his chest rumbling and sending vibrations down your arm. “I’d have to think about it. I was planning on asking Professor Garlick.”

You smacked him on the chest, launching more laughter from his throat as he rolled away from your sudden onslaught of violence before grabbing your hand again and encircling your fingers.

“Kidding, of course. Yes, I will go with you.”

On your right, Ominis raised your conjoined hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your wrist before letting your bundle of limbs drop to his chest, eyes closed in pure unfiltered bliss.

“I thought that was already the plan, to be honest. There was absolutely no way I was going with anyone else, that’s for sure.”

You sighed again, closing your eyes and letting the sweet infinity of their love surround you.

“Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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★ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 ★ || b.c.

★ summary: y/n choi is a employee at jype offices, working in the graphic design department. having just broken up with his boyfriend, he finds himself enjoying the comfort of another man, one that he really shouldn't be enjoying...

★ characters: choi y/n, christopher bahng, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

★ warnings: language, office sex, bj under the desk, sexual tension, oral (chris receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it guys), spit, a bit of ass worship (have you seen the cake on channie??), chris being soft for reader, very sloppy kissing,

★ word count: ~6.4K

★ binnie’s thoughts: i literally had the idea of banging chan while i was in the shower and my friend just gave me ideas, so here i am writing this filthy shower thought, minors go away before i eat your homework, also this is way longer than it has to be, but i’m a sucker for details

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Today could not get any worse, there was absolutely no way. If it got any worse, Y/N just might throw himself into traffic.

It all started the previous night. Y/N was getting ready for bed, knowing he had to get up fairly early for work. He was pulling on some sweatpants when his phone pinged and lit up on the bedside table to his left. Y/N leaned over and picked up the device, seeing a text from his boyfriend, Shinwon:

‘hey baby, im coming over, so unlock ur door’

Y/N rolled his eyes, but walked to the front door and turned the top and bottom knobs, the soft clicks indicating that it was unlocked. He took a few short strides to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a cold water bottle. He cracked open the bottle and took a sip, his eyes turning to the side as he heard his front door opening and closing. Shinwon flashed Y/N a smile as he stepped into the small, but cozy space. Y/N took a moment to admire his painfully average boyfriend of just two years and some months.

Shinwon Kang, a man that just radiates average energy. He was average height, average weight, just…average all round. If you asked Y/N if he’s ever lost Shinwon in a crowd, Y/N would just let out a huff of air that could be disguised as a guilty laugh. Y/N liked Shinwon, he really did, but he can’t imagine seeing himself with Shinwon in the long run. He's tried, and it always ends the same. The two of them have different outlooks on what they want in the future, and they’ve often argued about it.

Well, that next morning was no different. The two were laying in Y/N’s massive bed (that he really didn’t need, but it’s his apartment thank you very much), their limbs tangled together as their bare chests lightly grazed each other while they both came to. Y/N’s loud ass alarm had scared the life out of Shinwon, it always had. Y/N was the heaviest sleeper Shinwon had the pleasure of knowing. Y/N’s eyes began to close, but Shinwon lightly shook the male, his eyes shooting open and looking around frantically. Shinwon let out a breathy laugh and looked at the h/c haired male in his arms.

“You know, I don't see why we can’t move in together, we’ve been together for a while now.” Shinwon says, his words immediately waking up Y/N, who untangles himself from the taller male.

“Not this bullshit again,” Y/N muttered, standing up from the bed and checking his phone. He doesn’t know why Shinwon's statement makes him so moody, but it just does.

“Come on, babe, i’m not that bad,” Shinwon said, a playful pout gracing his features. He never understood his boyfriend’s hostility towards taking that next step.

“It’s not that you’re bad, I just don’t want us to move too fast,” Y/N said, not looking at the man behind him, not wanting to see the look on his face.

Of course Y/N felt bad for shooting down Shinwon's idea, but he absolutely dreaded sharing his personal space with another human. He hated doing it when he was in college, his roommate constantly invading his space and taking his things without asking. He was only willing to share his space with his cat, Domino (who isn’t fond of Shinwon, which is a red flag, honestly).

“We’ve been together for almost three years, I don't think we can move any slower.” Shinwon mutters, a sigh leaving his plump lips, his playful pout no longer showing on his face.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Shin, I have to get ready for work.” Y/N shuts him down as soon as he gets the chance, standing up from his seated position and stretching his limbs.

“Then let’s just break up,” Shinwon says quietly, not really sure why he said that but his voice is loud in Y/N’s ears. The words replayed in his mind. “since you obviously don’t want to take our relationship further.”

Did he really want this? The thought of breaking up with Shinwon had crossed his mind at least a few times before, but he would just shake his head and try to think about something else. Y/N is a non confrontational person, he doesn’t like being the one to start a conversation, much rather being the one to observe rather than engage. Y/N is known to have quite the temper, though. His face always contorted in a slight scowl, his brows constantly furrowed. It is often said that Y/N would “be more handsome if he smiled once every while.”

At this point, Y/N’s mouth began to move on its own, his mind not quite catching up to what his big mouth was spitting out.

“Fine, I guess that’s that, then.” he said, his voice taking on a cold tone, as he digs in his closet, finding his favorite striped button up, a gift from his mother that he cherishes dearly. She always knew what he liked.

“You’re not even going to try and fight for us?” Shinwon sat up, his voice going up in pitch, his peanut brown eyes going a little wide.

“What’s there to fight for?” Y/N said as he slipped on a pair of tight, black slacks. “we’ve had this conversation how many times now? and you still don’t get that I don’t want to move in with you?”

“I can’t believe you, Y/N! I really thought we had something special here!” Shinwon said, getting up from the bed, and throwing on his clothes that he tossed on the floor once the two got ready to settle down for the night.

“Can I be honest?” Y/N said, finally turning to meet Shinwon’s eyes. Y/N ran a hand through his messy hair, his face unreadable. Shinwon looks at y/n, motioning for him to go on, to add more salt into this wound.

“I never really saw myself being with you, long term.” Y/N said, finally letting his feelings out, feelings he held back for months now. He felt a weight being lifted off his chest and shoulders. What shocked him the most was that seeing Shinwon’s hurt expression didn’t make him feel bad. Y/N wouldn’t consider himself a sensitive person, but he also wouldn’t consider himself to be a total asshole, either. He just had a serious case of Resting Bitch Face.

“You’re a total dick, Y/N, I hope you know that.” Shinwon spat out, his teeth gritted as he glared at Y/N, his narrow eyes full of sadness and anger. The taller male grabbed his phone and stomped around the apartment before slamming the door, leaving Y/N in painful silence. The male just decided to push his feelings deep down where no one could get to them, and decided to feed his cat.

The ride to work is quiet for Y/N. He doesn’t bother turning on the radio, deciding to let his mind run for a bit. He wonders if he made the right decision, maybe he was a bit too harsh with Shinwon? He shakes his head, sighing as he parks his car. He'll ask Seungmin once he gets inside. Actually, asking the younger male was a horrible idea. Maybe he’ll ask Felix instead. The freckled boy could do no wrong in Y/N’s eyes.

As soon as Y/N walks into the large building with way too many windows to be considered normal, his department's boss is flagging him down with a wave. Y/N sets his bag down by his desk and walks over, bowing slightly, and the chubby man begins to talk.

“Good news, Choi, you’re moving departments temporarily.” the older man says, clapping a rough hand on Y/N’s back, making the smaller male cringe. Once Y/N recovers from that mildly painful smack, his eyes go wide in disbelief.

“Hold on, what do you mean ‘moving departments temporarily’?” Y/N asks, his jaw going slack as his mouth hangs open. How in the world was he supposed to gossip with his three gremlins, plus Felix, if he’s not in the same department with them?

“It means exactly how it sounds. you’ll be switching to the producing department and you’ll be working with Mr. Bahng from the production department on a project that requires your expertise.” the older man says, a bright smile on his wrinkled face, as if his words were supposed to make the shorter male feel better.

It’s a well known fact that the production team and the graphic design team often butt heads when it comes down to projects. The production team is full of cocky bastards who think they’re better because they get to actually produce music rather than create the art that becomes the face of the album, track and various merch items. The graphic design team is full of petty people with pretty faces who think they’re better because they create the visual art behind the music. Y/N couldn’t give two shits. He just wants to get paid doing something he actually likes.

It couldn’t be all that bad, right? Y/N has only heard good things about Chris, and the two have had a few interactions at office parties during the holidays, and various birthdays at expensive bars. Chris is, to put it lightly, drop-dead gorgeous. He looks like he was molded by the angels above. They definitely took their time with him, making him the most godly man to walk this miserable earth. Y/N heard stories of Chris helping newbies feel safe at the company, making them feel like they had a place of belonging. Y/N didn’t get that treatment when he started, he got stuck with a rude ass puppy, an innocently sneaky fox, a little chicken with freckles, and a dramatic ferret with long hair.

“Uh, okay, cool,” Y/N said, not really sure how to respond to this sudden news. It was only for a short period of time, right? He could easily survive that, no doubt. He's got this, his four children will be fine, he’ll put Felix in charge.

Yeah, this is not going to work. He can’t do it. Chris is too much for his soul. Chris is too sweet for his own good.

Once Y/N made his way to the production department building, he was greeted by a smiling face with the deepest dimples and a mop of thick, curly blonde hair. Since when did Chris have blonde hair? It must have been a while since the two have interacted, because Y/N remembers Chris having curly, deep, chocolate brown locks. He would never admit it out loud, but the things Y/N would do just to run his hands through the dark locks, tugging lightly as Chris bites his–

“Hello? Anyone home?” a chuckle snaps Y/N out of his trance, his eyes wide and staring directly at Chris. Chris doesn’t seem phased by Y/N’s intense stare, a bright but nervous smile on his chiseled face.

“Sorry, I just spaced out for a second,” Y/N finally replies, a light warmth filling his cheeks and ears, a tad bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he just broke up with his long-term boyfriend less than two hours ago. A part of him is glad mind readers don’t exist, because he would have to dig a hole and crawl inside if Chris heard what he was thinking about.

“No worries, mate, it happens to the best of us,” Chris replies, flashing his million-dollar smile at the shorter male once again. The sight alone blinding Y/N and filling his stomach with obnoxious fluttering. (if only seungmin were here to capture this glorious moment.)

“So, do you know why I requested your help specifically?” Chris asks, the question once again stopping Y/N in his tracks. Chris requested his help? Why would he request Y/N’s help when Hyunjin was one, if not the best, of the graphic design team? The man pretty much lived and breathed art.

Of course, Y/N loved art as much as any other artist, I mean, he went to college for it, for crying out loud. Again, why did Chris ask for him?

“I, uh, actually had no idea you requested me specifically,” Y/N finally speaks after a moment of silent contemplation, his own e/c eyes looking up to meet deep brown ones.

“I admire the work you did for the most recent album that was put out. The colors really went together to tell a story, and I could use something like that for the project I'm working on now," Chris says, his hand finding its way to Y/N’s shoulder, touching gently, almost feather-like. The gesture is strictly friendly, but Y/N can’t help the way his skin burns under Chris’ touch.

“Oh,” Y/N says, truly at a loss for words. “that actually means a lot, thank you, Mr. Bahng.” Y/N can feel his cheeks heat up, not used to receiving praise quite like this. It feels nice coming from Chris.

“Just Chris is fine, I don't particularly care for formalities,” Chris says, his hand removing itself from Y/N’s shoulder, and Y/N feels like he can finally breathe again. First name basis, huh? Y/N can’t help but wonder how such a cocky department has such a sweet leader such as Chris.

“Besides, we’re friends, right?” Chris adds on, and if Y/N had a drink, he would have spat it all over the place.

Were they friends? It feels like a gray area, honestly. Y/N and Chris have spoken a total of two times, and their conversations were just shy of casual coworker talk. So where is he getting the term “friends” from? Y/N thinks back to his friends in the graphic design department. What would they do in this situation?

The better question is, what would Felix do in this situation? Felix, ever so level headed, Y/N’s precious chicken little (it’s best not to dwell on what the other three demons would do because it would end in chaos no matter what, especially Seungmin).

“Yeah, sure, we’re friends,” Y/N replies, hoping his voice doesn’t crack and expose the nerves he’s feeling deep in his gut. Being friends with Chris was never something Y/N ever considered happening during his 4 years of working at JYPE offices. Chris was known for sticking to his close knit group of friends, only one of them being familiar with Y/N.

Lee Minho, the most cat-obsessed human being known to man. Minho is known to text Y/N asking for pictures of Domino, and often sending pictures of his own cats in return. Minho saw a photo of Domino sitting on Y/N’s desk, and the male gasped, grabbing the picture without thinking. He gushed and cooed at the picture, immediately asking for the cat’s name. Y/N, in a slight state of shock, told the male his pet’s name.

“Give me your number right now, I have to see more pictures of this precious baby!” Minho had said, and Y/N complied, honestly finding the entire interaction quite amusing. Now, the two often exchange pictures of their felines, and tend to engage in regular conversation.

The moment Y/N stepped into the production team’s department, he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Some envious, some condescending, and some surprised. It wasn't often that people from the separate teams crossed into each other’s side of the building. Y/N can’t help but duck his head down at the looks he’s receiving, following close behind Chris, and walking into the male’s personal office. Once the males walk into the office, they’re met with a loud, gravelly screech, and an equally loud scream that is higher in pitch. Once Chris finds out that it’s just his friends, Jisung and Changbin, he stands there, his arms crossed, his biceps flexing and causing his already tight shirt to cling to his unblemished skin. His expression is amused, his left eyebrow cocked upwards as he shifts his body weight to one side, watching as Jisung and Changbin pretend that they weren’t just digging into the food Chris ordered specifically for himself and Y/N.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Chris finally speaks, his expression remaining the same, except a slight smirk has found its way onto the blonde’s face. Y/N watches from beside Chris, attempting to be subtle with his staring.

Something about the way Chris looks right now is making Y/N’s body heat up. The expression on his face, the way he’s standing, the way his arms bulge against his black button up. Y/N can’t help but imagine those very arms caging him in and making him feel small, as Chris snaps his hips at a brutal pace, hitting all the right places inside Y/N.

“It’s totally not what you think! it was Changbin’s idea!” Jisung wails, pointing an accusatory finger at the shorter male next to him. Changbin lets out an offended gasp, lunging at Jisung, his hands attempting to wrap themselves around the younger man’s neck before Jisung can get away.

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, covering his mouth with his hand, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. The entire interaction is quite amusing, you can tell these three grown men are nothing short of siblings that love to torture each other endlessly.

Chris stops looking at the two idiots trying to kill each other and turns his attention to the h/c haired male at his side, the soft laugh immediately imbedding itself in his brain, and traveling to his gut, a fluttering feeling taking over his body. Hearing the soft noise that came out of Y/N was one Chris will refuse to forget. Chris allows a soft look to take over his features, hoping he doesn’t get caught with hearts in his eyes. He just likes Y/N so much. The blonde is always looking forward to the various outings the company has, hoping to catch Y/N there. Every time there was an outing, Chris was often stopped by other people, conversations he wasn’t interested in distracting him from finding that one person he so desperately wanted to talk to. At the office Christmas party, he was lucky enough to catch Y/N alone, attempting to start up a conversation with said male. Chris, being ever so shy, struggled to keep the conversation going, nervously sipping his eggnog, while Y/N’s eyes often avoided looking at Chris (it was painfully awkward, Seungmin laughs every time he remembers the interaction, Felix has to tell him to stop teasing Y/N).

Chris has made it his mission to get close to Y/N, not wanting any more awkward interactions with him, which is why he requested Y/N’s help for this project. Chris knows he doesn’t really need Y/N’s help, but it was Minho’s genius idea to get Y/N closer to him.

“Hyung, if you keep staring at Y/N-hyung, your eyes will get stuck like that!” Jisung says, snapping Chris out of his lovesick puppy trance. Chris’ eyes go wide before he snaps his head towards Jisung. Jisung visibly pales before he’s booking it out of the office. Changbin throws his head back slightly, letting out a cackle that would put a hyena to shame.

Y/N’s own e/c eyes go wide at what Jisung said, his face and ears getting warm. He hadn’t even noticed Chris staring, too busy laughing at Changbin and Jisung. Was Chris really staring at him, or was Jisung just trying to cause a distraction so he could make a clean getaway? A large part of Y/N wishes Chris was staring.

“You should’ve seen your face, hyung! Damn, that was priceless!” Changbin keeps cackling as he walks out of the office, his hands carrying the food he was attempting to steal before he got caught.

Chris brings his hands to his temples, massaging them with his fingers. He lets an annoyed sigh fall past his lips. Those two are going to give him gray hair one day. Chris turns towards Y/N with a shy smile.

“I’m so sorry about them, they’re both massive pains in my ass.” Chris says, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck, a chuckle bubbling from his chest. Y/N waves a dismissive hand at Chris, a small smile on his face.

“It’s no worries, I know your pain,” Y/N says, looking up at Chris with a slight tilt of his head. “I have three pains in my ass, they’re constantly fucking with me.” Y/n rolls his eyes, with a shake of his head, his fringe falling in front of his eyes slightly.

Chris’ body reacts on instinct, his hand coming up and brushing the hair out of Y/N’s face, a soft, loving expression on his face. Y/N freezes, his eyes widening for the nth time that day. The look on Chris’ face is one he’s never seen before. a look of admiration and want. There’s lust swimming around in those deep brown eyes, Y/N can’t deny it. Chris’ eyes glance down at Y/N’s lips, then back up at his eyes. Chris chews on his bottom lip, as if he’s thinking about something. Finally, he speaks up and those words alone nearly bring Y/N to his knees.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris whispers, his minty breath fanning Y/N’s face, and Y/N gulps, nodding just a bit, not really trusting his voice.

“No, I need to hear you say yes or no,” Chris says louder this time, his voice taking on a commanding tone. Hearing Chris speak like that makes Y/N’s legs weak, his mind clouded with thoughts of Chris and Chris only.

“Yes, please kiss me, Chris,” Y/N finally replies, his voice coming out as a desperate whisper. He feels a warm hand on his cheek, the hand lifting his head up slightly. Not too long after, Chris’ lips are on his own. Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as he leans his body closer to Chris, their lips molding together.

Kissing Chris is everything Y/N has ever dreamed of and more. Chris takes charge of the kiss, his plum lips moving against Y/N’s, ever so gentle. Kissing Chris feels natural, like Y/N was made to do this. The kiss becomes more firm, and both of their mouths open, their tongues wrapping around the other, becoming messy quite fast. Chris wraps his free arm around Y/N’s waist, pushing the smaller male backwards until Y/N’s back hits the edge of Chris’ desk. Y/N doesn’t hesitate to hop up a bit, now sitting on the desk as the two males finally pull away to breathe.

Chris walks around the desk, standing in front of his black chair. Y/N watches his every move, his breath hitching when he sees Chris beckon him with just two fingers, making a “come here” motion. Y/N complies, hopping off the desk before making his way to the taller male, standing in front of him. Chris’ arms find themselves wrapped around Y/N, tugging the smaller male flush against his muscular body. Chris is drunk off the feeling of Y/N’s body against him. He craves more, he wants to see and feel the smaller male's skin against his own, his hands are itching to touch and grab.

The pair resumes their makeout session, their hands touching all over each other, pulling at too-tight clothes, but neither of them making the effort to remove their clothes. Chris pulls away from Y/N for a second, before his lips make their way to his neck, latching onto a spot just below the right side of Y/N’s jaw. Chris peppers light kisses around the area, the sound of Y/N’s soft hums hammering in his ears. Chris plants his body in his chair, pulling Y/N down with him, the h/c haired male plopping down on Chris’ thick thighs. Y/N automatically wraps his arms around Chris’ neck. his fingers find comfort in playing with the blonde locks at his nape. Chris goes back to kissing and licking Y/N’s neck, deciding that a red mark would look beautiful against Y/N’s soft skin. He has to stop himself from actually leaving a mark, remembering that they’re at work and if anyone saw the mark on Y/N, the entire building would gossip about it for the next year.

As Chris moves lower, his lips trailing from Y/N’s neck to the upper part of his collarbones, a knock stops him in his tracks. In a moment of sheer panic, Chris pushes Y/N off of him and motions for him to get under the desk. Y/N obeys, his own heart pumping heavily in his chest. He was in a state of lust, the only thing on his mind being Chris and the kisses he was leaving on his neck.

“Come in!” Chris calls out once Y/N is hidden completely under the desk, his eyes falling on someone from his department. He tries to keep his annoyance hidden as the person asks questions they totally could have asked someone else.

Y/N rolls his eyes, then his orbs land on the sight in front of him. Chris, legs spread, his beige slacks a little tight in the crotch area. With very little contemplation, Y/n raises up just a bit, getting closer to Chris’ lower body. With slow movements, he reaches up and tries to unzip Chris’ pants as quietly as possible. He's successful when Chris lets out a loud, albeit very fake, cough. Popping the button of Chris’ pants open, he pulls the black boxers down to sit under Chris’ balls, keeping the fabric out of the way.

Y/N can’t help but let his jaw drop. Chris has a really, really nice dick. It’s not crazy long, but still a good few inches, and fairly thick. Not very veiny, and the tip is a nice shade of nude pink. Y/N’s mouth nearly waters at the sight. Just like the rest of his body, Chris’ dick is nice to look at.

Y/N hears the door close just as he wraps his lips around the tip of Chris’ dick, finally that loser is gone. Y/N begins to suck on just the tip, looking up through his lashes, making eye contact with Chris above him. the bigger male’s mouth is parted slightly, short breaths coming from him. Y/N raises his body up just a bit more, sinking lower on Chris’ dick, taking more of the length into his warm mouth. Chris lets out a soft groan, his head lolling back as he digs his nails into the armrests of his chair. It’s honestly too much for him, he feels like he could explode right now if Y/N keeps going. Chris is about to pull Y/N out from under the desk so they can get down to what they both want so desperately before someone barges into his office. Only three people are confident enough to do that.

Minho lets himself into his friend's office, looking around for something. Minho's eyes fall on Chris, his eyebrow cocking upwards suspiciously. He decides not to question it right now, there will be time for that later.

“Have you seen Jisung? Last I saw him, he was in here with Bin,” Minho says, crossing his arms, looking at Chris, his expression not changing once.

“I, uh, no,” Chris coughs out, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I mean, he was here with Bin, but neither of them are here now.” Chris tries again, sitting up straight, praying to every god out there that Minho doesn’t catch on to what’s happening under the desk. Y/N uses his hand to stroke Chris’ dick, his mouth occupied with the tip. His tongue swirling around the tip, his head bobbing slightly, his own spit sliding down his chin as he continues. His lips pouting as he slips the tip of his tongue against Chris’ slit. Chris tries his hardest not to bust in Y/N’s mouth, his leg bouncing to distract himself.

“Huh, well, I guess I’ll go look somewhere else,” Minho says, and a devious glint flashes in his eyes, making Chris sweat more than he already is. “tell Y/N to drink some honey and tea once he’s done.” Minho winks and leaves the room before Chris can say anything to deny what Y/N’s doing.

Y/N let out a surprised noise, pulling away from Chris’ hard length, his wide eyes locking with Chris’ own wide eyes. There isn’t a moment to feel embarrassed, so the two just laugh it off.

“I wonder how he knew you were under there,” Chris says, this thumb swiping against Y/N’s chin to wipe the spit that is left there. His eyes not leaving Y/N’s, he puts his thumb into his mouth, tasting the liquid. Something in Y/N’s gut clenched as he watches Chris lick his saliva. He climbs out from under the desk, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side to be forgotten. Chris’ eyes don’t leave Y/N’s movements for a second, his bottom lip getting caught between his perfect teeth.

Y/N plants himself on Chris’ lap when his shirt is discarded, his arms making their way around Chris’ neck, tugging the older male to his chest. Chris brings his large hands to Y/N’s hips, his lips connecting with Y/N’s prominent collarbones. He bites at the skin there, licking over it to soothe the slight burn. Y/N lets out a soft hum, his hips grinding forward a bit, his own hard on coming in contact with Chris’. The two males groan at the sensation, the both of them loving the way it felt.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris nearly gowls out, his voice gravelly from arousal. Y/N just laughs a little, swirling his hips in short circles, his clothed dick rubbing against Chris without fail. Chris decides that they’ve had enough of this half-assed foreplay, so his hands work on getting Y/N out of his slacks and boxers.

Once the two of them are fully naked they make out sloppily, the two of them spitting into each other's mouth back and forth. Their mixed saliva drips onto Chris’ chest, slowly running down his broad chest all the way to his washboard abs. Y/N’s tongue comes out to lick his plump bottom lip, his eyes not leaving Chris’ once. Chris, finally deciding that he’s had enough teasing, pulls away and lifts Y/N up by his hips. Y/N holds his body up, using Chris’ broad shoulders as leverage. Chris uses his free hand to rub the soft skin of Y/N’s ass cheek. He then brings his hand up and slams it down on the skin, causing Y/N to let out a gasp, his body jerking forward at the impact. Chris lets out a mischievous laugh, before he rubs the skin that’s already turning a soft red.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Chris says, chuckling at the adorable pout on Y/N’s soft face. Chris puckers his lips before placing a gentle peck on the smaller male’s pouty lips.

Chris decides that it’s time to get to the main event. He taps two fingers against Y/N’s mouth, urging him to part his lips. Y/N obeys Chris’ silent command, parting his lips, allowing Chris to place the two digits on top of Y/N’s tongue.

“Now suck like the pretty boy you are.” Chris says, his voice low and husky, as he watches Y/N’s lips close around his fingers. Chris feels the wet muscle wiggle its way in between his fingers, the soft pressure of Y/N sucking being the only thing on his mind. Y/N lets out a hum that turns into a needy whine as his hips grind in small circles, his dick rubbing against Chris’ skin just above his abs. Chris chuckles once again as he watches Y/N desperately grind against his upper stomach, trying to get some friction while his mouth is occupied with Chris’ fingers.

“Are you not getting enough pleasure from humping against my stomach, pretty boy?” Chris asks, his tone mocking and a little mean. Hearing Chris speak in such a tone turns Y/N’s brain into mush. All Y/N can muster up is a whine, still continuing to suck on Chris’ fingers until the digits leave his mouth. Y/N wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, waiting for Chris’ next move.

“You’re getting impatient, aren’t you, pretty boy?” Chris teases, his wet fingers inching their way to Y/N’s hole. Chris circles his middle finger around the rim a few times before he’s pushing the digit in. He gets the finger all the way in and not long after, his index finger joins in on the fun, Y/N’s breath hitching at the feeling.

He is getting impatient. He feels like they’ve been touching and kissing for too long, he just wants Chris inside him like right now.

“Chris, stop teasing and fuck me already..” Y/N says with a desperate tone as Chris uses his two fingers to stretch the smaller male. Chris just snickers, his eyebrow cocking up, his lips turning up in a smirk, and Y/N thinks he could come just from the sight alone.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” Chris asks, pulling his fingers out, grabbing his hard length and lining it up with Y/N’s hole. He pops the tip inside, his hands moving to grip Y/N’s hips. “then you better get to work, yeah?”

Y/N wastes absolutely no time, Chris’ words ringing loud like bells in his ears. The younger male sinks his hips down, Chris’ dick stretching him so nicely, his jaw dropping at the pain that feels too good. Y/N sits there for a moment, just getting used to having Chris inside him all the way. This is something right out of his wettest dreams, riding Chris until the two of them are shouting each other’s names, licking and biting tongues and lips. Y/N finally raises up, only the tip remaining inside him, and he slams back down, finding a pace that works for the both of them.

As Y/N bounces on Chris, the sweet sounds of skin coming in contact is loud in the medium sized office room. The two of them are too blissed out to even think about being quiet, but they decide to just kiss to keep themselves quiet enough.

Chris suddenly pulls away, and he starts to stand, his arms wrapping around Y/N, the two of them not disconnecting as Chris lifts the smaller male up. Y/N wraps his slender legs around Chris’ waist, the sudden movements catching him off guard. He doesn’t have time to question Chris before he feels Chris absolutely slamming his dick into him. Y/N hides his face in Chris’ neck, biting down on the male’s shoulder to keep from literally screaming. The tip of Chris’ dick hits the special spot inside him, causing him to see stars. As Chris moves his body, Y/N brings his hand down to wrap around his own length, jerking himself off in time with Chris’ thrusting.

It’s not much longer before Y/N feels Chris’ hips start to stutter, and his thrusts get a little sloppy. Y/N knows he’s about to cum, the way Chris’ face scrunches up a little and his jaw goes slack. Y/N is also getting close, his stomach tightening up as his hand moves up and down at a fast pace.

“Oh, god, pretty boy,” Chris groans, his blonde curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his muscles flexing as he grips onto Y/N soft thighs. There will definitely be hand marks left on the skin when they’re all done. “can I cum inside you, please?” Chris nearly begs, his voice going up in pitch as he whines.

“Yes, please fill me up, Chris,” Y/N replies, throwing head back, exposing his sweaty neck. Chris picks up the pace once again before he slams all the way in, spilling deep into Y/N. Y/N finishes not too long after, white painting across Chris’ chest and abs. Y/N pouts a little, his wrist hurting from jerking it for so long.

The two sweaty males stay as they are for a moment, finally coming to terms with what they just did. Y/N chews at his bottom lip as he comes down from his high. Was this just a one time thing? Were they going to do it again? What does this mean for them as friends? Y/N’s head is swimming with questions and concerns, and he tucks his head into Chris’ neck, breathing in the man’s natural scent mixed with his cologne.

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty boy, we have to clean up.” Chris says, his hand rubbing slow circles on Y/N’s back, the gesture lulling the smaller man to sleep. Chris just chuckles before he reaches for a bag of wet wipes in the drawer of his desk. He finally pulls out, placing the sleepy man on his chair. He takes out a wet wipe and wipes off his chest and abs.

After they clean up and get dressed, Chris clears his throat and turns towards Y/N. He looks nervous, like he wants to say something, but his mouth just won’t move. Y/N tilts his head to the side, a curious look playing on his features.

“You look like you want to say something,” Y/N points out, hoping that will help the blonde gather his thoughts. Chris simply nods before speaking:

“Do you want to come over for dinner? As in, a date?”

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