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mx-in-words · 4 years

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good time

gryffindor!shownu x yourhouse!reader (moodboard)

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tags: FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!AU DEAL WITH IT; fluff ;kinda angst; making out ( maybe more but not explicit); violence; shownu being badass hot and a soft bear!!! pls be careful to not bust all your uwus.

I am so sorry if you guys don’t like drabbles, but seems like i’m an anxious person and i like to rush stuff so,,, sorry ig :3

a normal day for you, going to your potion class just living your life

then this stupid ravenclaw boy with his crew start to shout out offensive things to you because you were a half-blood.

little did he know that, for more than 30 years, bullying and segregation about blood type were not allowed anymore in Hogwarts, thanks merlin.

one of the teachers petrified them, for one hour and they were taken to the director after.

all my friends asked if you were alright and you just nod. ugh, honestly? people are still like this? this is so overpassed.

anyways this day ended quickly and soon you apparate yourself to the centre of London with some friends. It's Friday, club day!

Little did you know what would happen.

before all the mess, let me explain who is shownu

he is, of course, the Quidditch main player, the leader, but he is also a very nice guy. But what no one understands is that he is very reticent and discreet, different from the other jocks. He does date some girls, but the regular type ones, he doesn't claim for attention and: he is everyone type. Smart, tall, handsome, has manners, athletic, good with spells and love all magical creatures of the school.

back to the club, after one hour you could find yourself wasted.

YES, this was a muggle club and that's what you love, people who don't know about your big secret and have no idea how to judge you because, honestly, they don't care.

So you find yourself dancing with strangers and receive a text from your friends. one of the Slytherin girls were not okay and they rushed to Hogwarts without you, but hey, they found a familiar face and asked him to find me. What a nice idea.

You were not mad, after all, it's normal for you always be alone and you enjoy it a bit.

So, after ten minutes, this hella cute guy called Kihyun was offering you a drink, he seems familiar but you said "no thanks", and of course he understood.

you needed some air, so you went to the roof aka the smoking area

"oh finally"

you turned your head, finding shownu brown eyes.

damn, he was hot, leather jacket, dark jeans and a cigarette in his mouth.

" shownu? wait,, you are the familiar face that will keep me company while my weak friends can't take two shots of vodka?"

he smirks at your comment, nodding to you while discarding the rest of the cigarette

sh: "my friends left me too, so here we are"

you: " wow the mr.athlete smokes?"

sh : " and the Mrs.top notes like to go clubbing every Friday? we discover crazy things every day"

you could only laugh and little did you know that he took a little note on is thoughts about how pretty were you smiling.

he asked you if you wanted to dance more or walk around the streets of London and maybe, grab something to eat.

you liked the idea of a little adventure with shownu, and also, food is always the number one.

so that's when your friendship with him started. you both talked about yourselves, your houses, friends and even the incident you lived this morning, he was very horrified with that, making him frown and being absolutely adorable.

since this day, you both saw each other almost every day

you helped him with his grades and the O.W.LS

he used to call you to watch his games and well, we all know you two were in love with each other

but of course, you dumbasses couldn't see that so, the summer arrived and your friends made up a plan

do you think a house with a lot of teenagers, in a magic beach, were all the wizards go in summer would be a great plan to get you both together? idk but let's go I guess.

so you proposed something for your group, including shownu's friends as well ( cofcof kihyun which is weird but he is your friend now).

" no magic"

"WHAT" everyone, except for shownu, who was smiling, screams

"c'mon! the house and everything are already enchanted! plus, car rides!"

" but the food and the train?"

" Okay, these too can be magic but only!"

everyone agreed because sometimes its nice to not use magic you know?

when you all arrive at the house, the bags and your belongs were already flying and organizing themselves by magic. Lame, you thought.

"Hey" shownu put his arm around your neck " want to give a lot at the beach"

you: " sure,," godgodgodgod

it was genuinely nice, walking in the sand while talking what do you expect in these two weeks, shownu offered to hold your shoe and god, he smells good. Sorry, any way

you both didn't have a lot of time alone this week, but even tho, shownu held your hand in the forest train, trowed water in you at the waterfall and also kept watching your body in that bikini hihi

he made sure to stay by your side in all the games and even when you were bronzing yourself in the sand, reading an ordinary book. He also would sneak around at night with you just to see the stars or smoke a bit.

so, the truth or dare game has arrived I am sorry for the cliche

OH NO, you were picked

"y/n I dare you to... okay I will be nice, just hold shownu's hands the whole game"

that was safe, you have held his hands already and shownu was very affectional with everyone so, no big deal right? NO BC YOU BOTH WERE SWEATING AND BLUSHING HARD

game is going and you couldn't look at his face, even knowing that he was looking at you.

" shownu, I dare you to tell y/n about what you feel about her" minhyuk is the DEVIL itself.

shownu didn't even hesitate, he smiled at you and whispered: " every time with you is a good time, you know?"

I AM LOSING MY SHIT FUCKFUCJFUFNENENN ok

it was clear that you HAVE to get the fuck out of there.

so you just do, like a clown, stand up and run away in the beach

edeudbnebd what a jerk

shownu has no idea of what to do, were you upset? he should have told you he likes u? do you have feelings for him? he is freaking out

so he finds you bellow a tree, looking at the waves

sh: " hey..."

you: " hi..."

sh: " look, I'm sorry if what I said-"

you: "Ilikeyou"

he just stares at you, smiling slowly

sh: " that's what I said"

you: "no, you said that every time with me is a good time"

sh: " isn't it the same but more poetic?" you laugh because he is so silly

and that makes you heart race and the blood of your face go directly to your cheeks burning

sh: " Can I kiss you?"

oh damn

he was getting closer and you could feel how hot his body was when he delicately touched your cheeks, his chocolate eyes searching for your response.

You, into almost a spell that he had, nodded quietly.

when his lips touched yours, you could feel your head spinning but in an amazing way, you were so captivated by the ways his soft lips were dancing against yours, the way his hand were found now at your waits and how soft was his hair between your fingers

is this a dream? cause looks like one in your head.

he distanced himself a bit, smiling widely, what an image my friend.

sh: " we could get out of here and..."

you: " makeout in some free room? agree"

you stand up and offered your help for him to stand.

sh: " reading minds now huh?"

you: " you didn't like it?"

he hugged you from behind, whispering close to your ear: "I will show you what I like soon"

bitchwhat

you both just run into the house, your friends looking at you both at the door with the biggest poker faces ever while you both just laugh and run upstairs, opening your room and locking it ;)

shownu wasted no time, he sits on the edge of the bed, already putting you on his lap, locking your lips in his again as his life depends on it.

God he was so hot, the messy hair, the plushie lips, the way he smirks, the way his strong hands grip your thighs and your waist, travelling everywhere but careful to not scare you, he is so gentle!!!!

you can resist and start to kiss his neck and you could feel him whimper while tensing his body. he returns the favour, kissing you neck back and giving soft bites, that's when you lose your shit and starts unconsciously griding on him, feeling him, got harder by your movements and a low moan leaves your mouth

you can feel shownu smirking and kissing your neck, collarbones and the curves of your breasts, making you wetter and wetter.

sh: " do you want to keep this going? because I have been wanting this" he squeezes your butt strongly, making you moan again " wanting you... so badly y/n"

you kiss him slowly again, whispering " I am yours already baby, and I am sure"

you can imagine the rest right?

the next day, your roommate was mad at you but, no regrets. even with kihyun and jooheons dirty comments, you can only be happy to be dating shownu.

he was so sweet and lovely you

both spend the rest of the summer going out together and going to clubs and pubs

he even taught you how to fly in a broom like a player

it's strange how he became your best friend and also is your boyfriend

and even sometimes fighting for silly things, nothing serious, everything seems so natural and peaceful with him

you: " babe "

sh: " yes, love?"

you: "every time with you is a good time"

sh: "I love you too baby".

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girlbattled · 5 years

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hola m’angels , i’m min ! twenty-two ( aka gettin old ) , from the gmt timezone ( aka will be awake when everyone’s sleeping ) , and i use she/her mainly but i don’t mind anythin else . if anyone happens to wanna go wild with me over anime, robert pattinson / zoe kravitz as batcat, or riot games dropping way too much shit on us on the 10th anniversary pls hop into my ims or give me a little ping over on discord at 𝖓𝖔𝖊𝖑 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓#0252 .

* drum roll pls * i present to you sloane janeway !

underneath the cut is a little bit about my baby gorl. her bio, fun facts, some wanted stuff, etc etc. if you fancy plotting w her it’d be super cool if you liked this or if u came to me, either in my ims or discord ! i’m super down for anything & loan is a total mess so pls throw stuff at me . ♡ ♡ ♡

trigger warnings : abuse, physical abuse, neglect, destructive behaviours, alcohol, drugs, sex, overdose. if i’ve missed any, please forgive me and let me know.

the new york janeway’s, you’re sure you’ve heard of them before. cyrus janeway, a stockbroker with far too little time on his hands, flanked by estrella janeway, his personal assistant turned life partner. they gave birth not longer after the wedding of the century to their eldest son, their pride and joy, cole janeway. he was to be the golden child, the heir to the estate... that was, until sloane came along.

from birth, sloane was a vicious departure from her family. she was unplanned, unexpected, perhaps unwanted was a stretch but it certainly wouldn’t have been far off the mark. her birth nearly destroyed the reputation the janeway’s had so carefully cultivated for themselves, nobody could quite believe cyrus and estrella would be so stupid, but along she came regardless. a spanner in the cogs.

for the first few years, sloane didn’t feel the difference between herself and cole. whilst he kept his distance, which she had always assumed was because she was five years younger and a girl, she never believed there to be bad blood. she was dressed up in countless fancy dresses, her golden locks repeatedly brushed and subjected to numerous chemical treatments, and even her skin somewhat speckled with makeup even as a toddler. estrella always seemed like she was trying to make up for something. it didn’t take long for sloane to notice.

she began acting out at the age of six, when she realised acting the pretty and perfect princess did not get her what she wanted. when she was quiet, she was ignored, but when she was loud? at least the help scurried to her, at least her nanny cradled her in her arms, at least cole’s personal butler gave her a look full of love rather than scorn. it wasn’t long before she was hanging out in the kitchen rather than the dining hall, the quarters rather than her own room.

as she grew older, however, her acts grew. countless times her mother woke to find her dressing room trashed, her father’s hunting trophies ripped to shreds, her brother’s endless awards from school all in the garbage. they tried to discipline her, cyrus even hit sloane a few times, but all it did was make her angry. instilled a fire within her. when they locked her doors, she climbed out of the window. when they barred her windows, she broke the door into splinters. when they replaced the door, she ripped up the floorboards. sloane was a loose cannon. and things were only about to get worse.

for the most part, she’d kept her nuisances to the confines of her “home”, only wishing to get back at her parents for neglecting her for so long. only one night, when she was fourteen years old and had finished her latest act of malcontent, it was cole who chose to deal with her. he, as a nineteen year old male who’d grown a considerable amount of bulk as star of his college football team, proceeded to beat the shit out of her.

turns out, the brother she thought had simply never been on her wavelength had never been on the same planet as her at all. he despised sloane. despised everything she was and stood for, and made sure she knew as she was spitting up blood on their pristine carpets.

the next day, sloane strolled into school. no makeup. joint hanging from her lips. typical upper class attire replaced with torn jeans and a shirt far too inappropriate. when people asked her what had happened, she had simply replied, ‘ you should see the other guy. ’ and birthed a new persona.

sloane’s way of coping with what her brother had done to her, and what her family had allowed him to do, was to fall deep into the cesspits of teenagedom. drugs, sex, alcohol – she’d done it all by the age of eighteen. yet somehow, the part of sloane before, the part that was simply a bratty child with a short fuse, was gone. now she was a danger. she held a wicked grin and too many scrapes to count. she knew no bounds, understood no loyalties, screamed at the top of her lungs as if she were attending the world’s wildest rager. on top of it all, sloane was the maximum party girl. nobody cared what she was going home to, because all they cared about was where she’d be at 1am on a friday night. she became the family wild child. photos of her strewn over the papers. consistent beatings and beratings from the men in her family did nothing to drown out the buzz she received from the attention she’d craved her entire life. sloane was finally getting everything she ever wanted, why did it matter where it was coming from?

as a final resort, her family shipped her off to hollingsworth. here, away from the prying eyes and judgemental glares of the horrid new yorkers, sloane somewhat thrived. forced into economics by her shithead father, but enjoying every test she aced and spat in his face, she fell quickly into gamma rho alpha and, by the time she had finished her freshman year, she was well in line to be vice president. she was still a wreck, still doing anything she could for the attention and limelight she craved, still bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get her desired adrenaline rush, but what little responsibility she’d been given allowed her to finally form connections. friends, best friends, but anything more than that? things like love, compassion, altruism? she wasn’t even sure what those were.

♡ personality.

uncritical. if there’s anything sloane is, it’s uncritical. she’s never held judgement against anyone in her life, and would never hold judgement against anyone who came to her to admit a heinous or strange deed. she’s heard all sorts, from strange sexscapades to near deaths, and to each of them she often has the same reaction – a loud chortle, followed by disbelief and a desire to know way too many details.

venturesome. to try and stop the blonde from heading out on an adventure is a task mortals would find impossible. a true ‘yes girl’, sloane has never been one to say no to anything, and to never back out of something she said yes to, no matter how bizarre or dangerous the situation might become. she’s always first into the fray, first in line of all the girls to beat the burglar up with a hair straightener, first in line into the abandoned building, first to jump off the roof into the pool.

allegiant. whilst sloane’s loyalty is almost as rare as unicorn blood, it’s possible to receive it, and when you do it’s something you’ll never lose. she sticks by those who have managed to put up with her, unable to let them go even when they do her dirty.

graceless. a. clumsy. bitch. if you’re expecting sloane’s etiquette lessons to have stuck with her, you’re very wrong. the girl trips over her own feet more times than she can count in a day, always has at least something broken, fractured, or sprained, and has certainly won the award in gamma rho alpha for ‘most freak accidents in a single day’.

chaotic. everything about sloane is a nightmare come to life. she drags people down, deep into the depths of places they never thought they’d be, wishes for them to destroy their lives like she’s destroyed hers. to say she loves to see the world burn would be an understatement. she loves starting and watching drama, getting into fights, smashing up homes and belongings, getting into relationships she shouldn’t be in. trying to stop is nigh impossible, the chaos is almost an addiction, and she’s not ready to give it up.

needy. despite it all, she’s still the same girl who was never loved. not truly, not by anyone, and perhaps somewhere deep down she still craves that. she’ll leave you on read for days but god forbid you do the same to her. she’ll have a one night stand and dip right after but never lets her flings leave her life without something to remember her by. she drunk calls the exes she let get away, tells them she loves them and calls them a pussy in the same sentence. no matter how much she tries, she can’t hide the part of her she thinks is ugliest at all, her desire for others.

♡ fun facts.

an avid skateboarder, she picked it up in an attempt to ruin the family image even further when she was fifteen but it stuck in a surprising way. she now tends to ride it over campus, and has broken at least three in her time here.

massive stoner. whilst sloane openly dabbles in most drugs, weed’s the one that’s stuck with her, and it’s the only thing that slows her down. she’s a much nicer person when she smokes and she tends to have a preference for indica over sativa.

fucking bosses her major. economics, despite all its complexities, is something sloane is just naturally adept at. she takes a picture of every grade she gets with her middle finger in front of it, posts it on facebook and tags her father. he blocked her over a year ago.

besides that tho she’s stupid af. a lot of people think she puts it on bc of her grades and bc . . . she does everything for kicks, but no, she’s just kinda ditzy. a lot of people also think she’s just a straight up cheater and hasn’t gotten her grades herself.

nicknames are loan or jane, jane’s reserved for those she’s closest to tho!

♡ wanteds.

fellow sorority sisters 0/? ⟶ self-explanatory! positive, negative, etc etc etc. i wanna plot w all her gals so bad lmao. besties, literal sisters, clothes sharers, secret smokers, party gals, enemies, girls who’ve slept w each other’s exes, all of it bABY.

economics pal 0/1 ⟶ i’m thinking this person goes to sloane for help with everything and sloane pretty much does all their work for them. she doesn’t care bc it’s easy, and the other person blesses her and thanks her all the time. it’s a quiet agreement, so whilst it’s no secret bc sloane hates keeping them, it’s def hush hush. this person is one of the few who actually believes sloane’s as smart as they say. can also be a business student or smthn with similar classes!

super soft bestie 0/1 ⟶ ok so this is male only for a dumb reason i’m rly sorry. i had this plot before where my old muse sloane’s based off had a really sweet, selfless soft pal who was a dude, but they’d never slept together, she’d never even flirted somehow, and he was the one person in sloane’s life who always had her best interests at heart, and she defended him tooth and nail against anybody. the most unlikely duo ever and i want it back. she knew he never wanted anything else from her and that’s why it was so easy for her to attach, but bc this other person deals well with affection and is very reassuring, she never feels needy around them.

people she skates with 0/2 ⟶ people she met down the skatepark or at a typical hangout before meeting them at hollingsworth. when she’s with them she’s pretty chill, though they’ve def been responsible for saving her ass and driving her to the ER a few times.

people she smokes with 1/3 ⟶ oh shit whaddup stoner gang? lmao sorry anyway, yeah, again self-explanatory but! a lil more interesting because sloane’s very different when she’s stoned. she’s calmer, talks slower, and lets people get a word in and doesn’t try and get everyone involved w her hare brained schemes. these people probably actually enjoy her company! how wild?

new yorkers 0/? ⟶ sloane’s underwear has been plastered on the front page of most nyc tabloids and she’s the daughter of two massives in the industry, new york natives will know her somewhat. they can use that against her, they can empathize, or we can concoct some real dramatic shit. people who helped her fuck someone up, and now theyre keeping it quiet? someone she slept with who’s come to hollingsworth with their girlfriend/boyfriend? an addict she started on pills? yikes, lots of opportunity tho.

exes 0/2 ⟶ whew boy. we all know by now sloane’s a hot mess, right gang? so let’s see some people she’s messed up in the past. tOTALLY open to more exes and the more crazy the plot u bring me, the better. i lov angst just like anyone else does.

the one she didn’t ruin 1/1 ⟶ the one person in her life sloane walked away from without destroying, aka, the one she let get away because she realised she was going to harm someone she severely card about. she would’ve ended things with this person rather than pushing their buttons, would’ve been faithful and honest in their relationship, but dipped bc she’d let herself get involved too fast, too soon. definitely a name she’s forbidden her friends from bringing up.

lifeline 1/1 ⟶ let’s be real for a second about drug use, you can do it responsibly, but when you don’t, you can get in some serious fucking trouble. this person has always been there to stop sloane from od’ing. she only does hard drugs at ragers, so her risk is a bit lower than expected, but when she does them she does them. she’s a serious risk, and for some reason this gentle soul has taken it upon themselves to get her stomach pumped, take her home, clean her up, and give her a warm bed to stay in. they don’t speak much away from these nights where she has this vulnerability (she’s definitely mumbled things about her past to them), but that could very well change.

#𝙴𝚇𝙴. 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟶 ⟶ david dobrik’s t-shirt supplier. ⎠ out of character.#hi ! so sorry this isn't in pages i didn't quite have the time but !!! baby gorl #there's a lot here i apologise #hworths:intro #might not show up bc i had to make a brand new blog booooo

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fandom-imagination · 6 years

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A Love like War

Request: Hi can u pls do angst savitar barry x reader? In which u always in love with barry but he only has eyes for iris. Even when he finally notices u n dates u in the end he still choose iris. U thought u finally have the man u love especially when u see glimpse of the future where u r happy with barry. Apparently its with the wrong barry. Savitar appearance scares everyone with iris death threat n all. But he seem very fond of u. Pls do this.🙆🙇🙏

A/N: TBH this ended up way longer than I was expecting. Holy crap. And it definitely doesn’t follow the show, like at all, but whatever. I hope that this is what the requester wanted??? Also, I’m like dying (not really, I just have two ear infections so my brain isn’t working well right now) so sorry if this is crap? I don’t know.

If you like it, you can leave feedback. Requests are open so if you want another story like this or something different, just send in a request. Anyway, let me stop rambling. Happy reading!

Imagine: Savitar x Reader

Y/N has been in love with Barry since the day he moved into the West house next door, but Barry's heart has always belonged to Iris. When it finally seemed that he was choosing Y/N, fate intervened. Now Iris and Barry are together, for the long run.

What has plagued Y/N's mind for a while now is what she saw in the future. She was happy with Barry. Did Savitar win? Was she just the consolation prize? Savitar's timely appearance is what answers all her questions.

I peak my head around the concrete wall. Sitting there on the bench, only a few feet away, are Barry and I (well future me). My heart skips a beat. They have their backs turned to me, so I can't see their faces, but it's obvious who it is. Future me has their head nuzzled against Barry's shoulder. He wraps his arm around future me's shoulder. My hand goes to my mouth. Joyful laugh comes from their direction. They look happy.

My mind becomes a jumbled mess. So many thoughts are swirling around. Where's Iris? Did…did it come true? Did Savitar actually win? I slide down the concrete wall. My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe. I don't want to be happy at the cost of Iris's life. I don't want to be Barry's consolation prize.

At that moment, my eyes snap open and I sit straight up in bed. For weeks now, whenever I close my eyes I see the future playback. I haven't told anyone about what I saw. It just breaks my heart too much. I can't let them know how I'm happy because one of our closest friends is dead.

I run my hands across my face. It's starting to take a toll on me. I haven't been sleeping well and I can hardly stand being in the same room as Barry or Iris.

The numbers on the clock blink 3:43 am. My phone starts to ring. "Hello?"

"That was quick…"

"Yea, I was already awake, Cisco."

"Are you doing okay? You haven't seemed well lately," I sigh. No, I'm not okay. But you can't know that.

"I'm fine. What's up,"

"You need to get down to the lab. Something happened,"

With that, there was a shout in the back and the line cut out. I throw the covers aside and jump out of bed. I have no idea what that sound in the back could have been.

I walk into the cortex and everyone is crowded around the computer. Cisco turns to me and his eyes lock on the steaming coffee in my hands. "Did you stop for coffee?"

"There's a 24-hour convenience store next to my apartment…and it's really early,"

"Whatever. Come here,"

On the screen is the security feed from the cell with a man inside. The man slowly turns toward the camera revealing his face. My eyes slowly gaze up to Barry. The man is identical to Barry, except he has a burn scar across one side of his face. A weird feeling washes over me. The images plaguing my nightmares dance around in my head. I rub at my temples. "Who is that?"

"Savitar," Barry's voice is laced with anger.

My eyes widen. "You're Savitar?"

I knew the mistake with my words right as they left my mouth. "That. Is. Not. Me."

His words came out through gritted teeth. Iris glares at me. I massage the bridge of my nose. "Right, it's just that you two, you know, share a face…"

“And that’s all,” Iris states. Since my short stint of a relationship with Barry last year and the distance I’ve been placing between us because of what I saw in the future, my relationship with Barry and Iris has become extremely strained. We used to be the three musketeers, now… I don’t even know if we’re friends.

“I get it. It’s just that it’s a shock you know. I don’t think that anyone expected Savitar to look like Barry. Everyone processes differently.” I sigh quietly. Cisco’s eyes shift between the three of us. “Anyway, has anyone talked to him or has he just sat in there by himself?”

Everyone looks away from me. So, I guess that means that no one has spoken to him. Iris turns to me. “We wanted to come up with a game plan about what to say,”

“Well, since I’m the psychologist, I guess I’ll be the one to talk to him. Getting at underlying motivations is kind of my thing,” I shuffle away, coffee still in hand.

I walk up to the cell. Savitar still has his back turned to me. I stand there staring at him. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that is giving me a weird feeling. I clear my throat to draw his attention. At first, his expression is full of sarcasm and superiority, but upon seeing me it softens. “Well, who are you? The Flash couldn’t grace me with his presence?”

“First, that cocky pretense isn’t going to work with me,” I pull a chair up to the window. I take a sip of my coffee and let the warmth flow through me. “Second, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, too,”

“Y/N… has a nice ring to it,”

“So, how are you?” His eyes widen. His body slackens slightly. He leans against the glass.

“You’re concerned with how I’m doing?”

“Yea, how are you?”

“Ecstatic. I’m this close to defeating the Flash,” A smirk pulls at his lips.

“Well, why do you want to defeat the Flash? He’s a hero, isn’t he? Well loved, right?” I cross my legs and lean back in my chair. I’m often the one to go and talk to the criminals. Get at what their motivations are, try and stop them. But right now, it seems different. It feels like flirting?

“Ha, a hero with no regard to the consequences of his actions.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. This draws his attention. “What does that little expression mean? Harbored feelings against the ‘hero’?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you tell me what you want. Why are you doing this?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,”

“Fine. The Flash and I date for a bit last year, but he chose someone else. He didn’t think about what I felt, he just dated me to try and get over her. Obviously, it didn’t work,”

“Well, I guess the Flash isn’t so much of a hero, is he. If he would use those closest to him,”

I sigh. I know he’s just saying these things to get under my skin but I can’t let him. “Your turn. Why do you want to kill Iris?”

“Because the God deserves to feel the pain he wrought,” I quirk a brow. The God? “The Flash thinks he can just change time without caring for the consequences.”

“Are you talking about Flashpoint? He told all of us what happened and tried to fix it…”

“Well, by creating Flashpoint, he created me. The Flash created time remnants to stop me in the future. And I killed them all but one, me. But you guys shunned me. I was an aberration. I wasn’t the real Barry. So, I didn’t matter.” His next line comes out with so much sarcasm. “Who knows what we would become if we didn’t have love.”

“You want to kill Iris, to take away his love. The thing that makes him who he is. And drive him to his lowest point.”

“It’s your fault he’s here,” I sip my newly brewed coffee. Barry whirls around on the balls of his feet. He glares at me. I lean back in my seat and tuck my feet underneath me.

“What the hell do you mean ‘it’s my fault’?” I sigh.

“Don’t act like you don’t know. He told you exactly what he told me. You created him by creating Flashpoint. You tried to play God and it was thrown back in your face. Hard.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what? Pissed off? You act like your actions don’t have consequences. You do whatever you want without a thought to how it would affect other people!” I set my mug down on the table beside me. It’s normally easy for me to keep my cool demeanor but honestly, I am so fed up right now. What Savitar said is right. Barry isn’t a hero. He uses us for his own gain.

“Are you seriously bringing up our breakup now?” He throws his arms into the air. I blow out my cheeks.

“No. But now that you’ve brought it up. You used me. You wanted to get over Iris, so you exploited my feelings for you. You don’t care about what other people want or think. You just make decisions for yourself. You’re the Flash. So, you get to play God, right?”

“What the hell, Y/N! Is that what you really think?”

“Honestly, yes. Ever since the break-up you and Iris, just ignore me. You got what you wanted so why care about me?” I storm out of the room. I don’t have any idea where I’m going, I just need to get away.

Not too far from the lab is a small courtyard in front of the water. There is a bench that I usually go to watch the water whenever I am feeling anxious or stressed. Often, it’s a place I just end up. Like right now.

What I didn’t realize is this is the bench that I ended up at when I went to the future. I round the corner before the courtyard and see a man sitting on the bench. I stop in my tracks.

The man turns around. I gasp. It’s Savitar. “Hey, Y/N.”

“H-hi,” I stand there frozen in place. I had never expected to see him outside of the lab. “What are you d-doing here?”

“You don’t need to be scared. I’m not going to do anything,” He waved his hand and collapsed onto the bench. He just seemed so tired. The therapist in me kicked in and I take a seat beside him.

“What’s wrong?”

“What does it matter. You don’t even care,”

“I do. What’s going on? You seemed so…cocky this morning. For lack of a better word,” I turn my body toward him. His eyes remain trained on the water. I sit and wait for him to respond.

“You’re different you know that, right? You don’t treat me like a monster or villain. You treat me like a human,”

“Well, I’ve always believed that you should treat everyone with respect regardless of anything. As a therapist, especially for criminals, you meet a lot of people that have done bad things. If you want them to open up to you so you can help them, you need to show the respect. It’s what builds trust. That’s what the team doesn’t understand. They think once you’ve done something wrong you should be written off.”

“I guess you understand how I feel,” He lays his hand against the back of the bench behind me.

“Is that what’s wrong. People not treating you like a human being?”

“Yes, but no. I’m just so tired of everything. You know I didn’t want any of this, right. I didn’t want to go after all these people. It’s just… I’m hurt,”

“Do you think that you have to go through with it? Your plan to kill Iris.” His body tenses. He turns to me with a blank expression.

“Of course, I do. I can’t let them get away with all the pain they caused me.” I nod my head. I understand what he’s going through. Why he’s so hurt and why he wants to hurt Iris. But I obviously can’t let him.

For the next few weeks, we meet up at the bench almost every day. At first, it started out as therapy. I was listening to his problems and helping him. But it quickly transitioned to us just talking and hanging out. We built such a close bond. We were able to talk about anything and everything. It was so much fun and just so relaxing. I had built up so much stress and just having someone to talk too made it better.

“So, why don’t we make this a thing?” He looks at me with a bright smile.

“I thought this was already a thing,” I lean my head against his shoulder.

“No, I mean yes. But I mean something where we get to go out and go somewhere other than a secluded bench.”

I pick up my head and look into his eyes. They are full of so much hope and happiness. I sigh and look at the water. “We can’t,”

“What? I thought you liked this,”

“I do. But I can’t deny the inevitable. You still want to go through with your plan. I can’t stay with you knowing you want to hurt my family.”

“I’ll give up my plan if it means I can be with you.”

“Who knows what we would become if we didn’t have love.”

“What?”

“It’s what you said to me the first time that we met,”

“And how true it came to be,” He pulls me into his side. We sit here and watch the sunset together.

When the day finally came, everyone was on edge. Everyone except me. I couldn’t say that I knew she would be okay. I would have to tell them why I knew that, and I can’t. I couldn’t tell them that I had been hanging out with the man that threatened Iris’s life. They would never forgive me. And despite everything that happened between us, I still love and appreciate everyone on Team Flash.

“How are you so calm?” Cisco walks into my office.

“I guess I’m just good at compartmentalizing.”

“No, it’s something else. You’ve been different the past few weeks. First you were oddly distant and never slept. Now you’re all of a sudden happy. When someone we care about is going to die.”

“What are you trying to say Cisco?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t understand you anymore,”

“Honestly, Cisco. Iris’s fate is weighing down on me too,” His brows narrow. Although I am a good liar, I don’t believe what I said. I run my hands down my face.

“Whatever, Y/N. I didn’t think you would stoop to this. We all understand how much you love Barry and know what he did to you was wrong. But to be happy about Iris’s death,” Before I can say another word, he storms out. It feels like he just punched me in my heart. I pull out my phone and send a quick text.

I need to see you.

I wait in the city square. The place Barry saw Iris die. I rub my hands together, to produce some heat. My breath is visible when I exhale. God, do I hate the cold.

As the minutes tick by we come closer to the moment we have been dreading. I feel a hand grasp my shoulder so I turn around. A smile spreads across my face. Savitar stands there with a large hot coffee in his hands. “I know how much you hate the cold, so I brought you a hot coffee.”

“Bless you! I’m freezing my ass off,” I take the coffee and lean it to place a kiss on his lips. A shout from behind stops me. My eyes squeeze shut and I slowly turn toward the voice.

“I…I-” Barry’s mouth hangs agape. “Are you two dating?”

“Yes,”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He wants to kill Iris!”

“No, I don’t.” Barry’s jaw drops. Savitar steps in front of me. I grab his arm but he shakes away my hand. “I finally understand what you have with Iris. I still hate you with everything I have. But there is something – someone more important than revenge,” He turns back to me. I smile. “I love her. I can’t lose that,”

“Y/N, how could you…” Barry’s body goes slack.

“How could I?” My voice is a whisper. My heart aches. I step around Savitar and inch my way toward Barry. “All I ever did was love and support you. Over the past few months, I wrecked myself trying to find a way to save Iris. The person I’ve always been second place to. Because you both still mean the entire world to me. You’re my family. But I’ve felt that I couldn’t be myself around either of you ever since our break up. I couldn’t tell you what kept me from sleeping night after night. But it’s not like you even noticed. You didn’t notice my pain. I wanted to protect you from what I saw in the future. But now I understand I didn’t even need to protect you. I thought I saw us together in the future. Happy… without Iris. It made me feel sick…”

Barry exhales sharply. I keep inching toward him. Anger coursing through me. “But I now realize that it wasn’t even you. It was Savitar.”

I turn toward Savitar. In the distance I see Iris, holding up a gun. My instinct kicks in and I leap forward. “Iris no!”

I suddenly feel a burning sensation in my chest. My legs give out beneath me. Savitar catches me before I fall to the ground. When I look at my chest, I see a pool of red. I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t apologize. You saved me. More than once,” His voices wavers. I reach up and wipe away a stray tear from his eye.

“I love you,” He grabs my hand and squeezes tightly.

“I love you, too.”

6 Years Later

Savitar sits on the bench overlooking the water. He’s sat here many times before. It’s been a haven for him. A place where he found himself, and the love of his life.

“I knew I would find you here,” Savitar turns toward the voice. A smile spreads across his lips.

“I didn’t doubt you,”

He jumps to his feet and wheels my chair over to the bench. “I’ve always loved coming here. The view of the water is so beautiful, especially when the sun is setting like this.”

“You know what else is beautiful?” I roll my eyes, knowing his answer. I turn toward him and my jaw drops. “You,”

He’s down on one knee beside me. Tears well in my eyes. “You-you’re not serious.”

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor and marry me,”

“Of course!” Savitar stands and slips the ring onto my finger. He leans down and places a kiss on my lips.

“I love you,” He sits beside me on the bench. I lean my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too.”

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tentastic-yu-ki · 5 years

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just pentagon things

(with links to stuff !!)

this took me so long to make heheh but i hope you like it !! <3

jinho

v o c a l s from the gods

god herself cast her hands upon him and now he has the voice of a million angels

doing ALL the parts in bohemian rhapsody bc of course

HIGH NOTES

grandpa #1

a lil bean :’)

fake maknae

his fluffy bangs during naughty boy era are on the list of my favorite things ever

his cheeks y’all

ok but he looks eerily similar to jiheon from fromis_9 when they smile idk if i’m the only one who sees it but

whenever he does the little wave thingy you know what i’m talking about

he sings in fluent english and it makes my heart flutter every. single. time.

lowkey done with the rest of the members but loves them so much

yuto lifting him up at the end of naughty boy relay dance is basically that one scene from the lion king

tbh the members are always lifting him up and it’s precious

his lil cape during shine

hui

hwitaek in general is just bsidjsbdhdb

such a good leader :’)

i have no talent

mr hwitaek has all the talent

if i’m lucky some of mr hwitaeks talent may rub off on me

i just ?? love him ??!

his piano playing in the gorilla acoustic video makes me weak in the knees

pentagon of leader

y’all remember his twin brother manuel

i play jazz piano and holy shit i could only hope to gain half the talent he has in his hands alone let alone his vOICE

grandpa #2

i have so much appreciation for him and i look up to him a whole lot as a musician i just don’t know how to express my love

critical beauty was his era bitches

constantly being corrected by hongseok

such a groovy ass mf

lee hwitaek vs the english language

he is gorgeous !??!? kills me with his gaze

smile needs more appreciation

he killed it in triple h especially his vocals in 365 fresh

jangjigi jangjigi jang jang jang

hongseok

muscles

ABS :0

‘can i have a bite’ lmao

the group mom

but he’s a cool mom

his eyes are so frickin adorable :’)

absolutely hilarious oh my god

good ass storyteller

two words: his. lips.

his laugh is precious guys like i can’t

this video from the real man

when he shaved his hair off before the real man 300

hongseok x jinho ?? cute as hell

just lovely

such an underappreciated member

i stg whenever he speaks english it’s either to correct somebody, say hi to international fans, or its something completely ridiculous and i love it

e’dawn

y e l l i n g

he and hyuna being a power couple

Y E L L I N G

popping dancing

owned the gorilla era imo

Y E L L I N G

!! tattoos !!

a whole plant dad

his hairstyle suits him so well omg

did i mention yelling

i wish the best for him (and hyuna) and he’ll always be a part of pentagon in our hearts <3

his eyes when he smiles :’))))

video of him yelling in case you don’t know what i’m talking about

also this

I MISS HIM

S U P P O R T H I M or i’m coming for u

also support p nation !!

shinwon

hot shinwon yeah u want ?!

the visual

like the man is a whole model

i kinda just want to sit and have tea with him he seems like that kind of friend

his legs are so underrated

his breathy laugh is amazing

probably slowly losing his patience with the members

when i first got into pentagon i was like hm he seems like the mature one

but none of them are the mature one

booger

VOICE CRACK OF THE CENTURY

we will never forget

it seems like in fanfics he’s always some sort of ceo or manager or fashion designer and i’m here for it

always providing quality content whether he realizes it or not

always providing quality content whether we realize it or not

trying to make food while hui was asleep and then realizing he didn’t have chopsticks

his name is actually shinpon excuse you

absolutely losing his shit during the sha la la don’t smile challenge (13:11)

can you really blame him tho it was funny as hell

screaming + running in fear? shinwon invented that.

yeo one

he cares so much about universe :’)

compilation of him asking universe if we’ve eaten today because he cares

him almost kicking himself in the face that one time i can’t find the video agh

super lovable and wholesome

ok but his teeth

his smile is just so pretty ???

boi is drop dead gorgeous

so pure and just HKSNSBSJS

his asmr videos? yes king

he really expected me to sit there for almost an hour listening to him whisper the members names over and over?

and he was right because i did

yeo one makes me feel the same things i did when i saw bubbles in the air at disney world for the first time

he’s just like that

boyfriend material

HOW DARE I ALMOST FORGET THE SPONGEBOB IMPRESSIONS

saRANGhaeYOoOoo~

the boy is hilarious

yanan

aNNYEONG CHINGUDEUL

he just reminds me of a whole bottle of sprinkles yknow

like if rainbow sprinkles were a person

it’s yanan and yanan only

high note battle with jinho

he’s tol but his voice is smol

“don’t talk with me”

earrings lmao

probably smells like vanilla tbh

‘can you please edit this out?’

he’s literally gonna give me cavities with his sweetness

just from looking at pics of him

i like don’t even know what to say he’s just a ball of sunshine :’)))

so sweet i could put him in my coffee

he deserves so much more that he gets

sUCH A SWEET SOUL UGH~!

i’m running out of ways to reiterate that yanan deserves all the love in the world

y’all better appreciate him or i’m coming for u and ur whole family

he’s just out here chillin, his smile making the world a better place

my uwus? gone. snatched if you will

yuto

it’s ya boy toto

Y U T O D A

him being spooked by ghost stories

cLINGY !!!!!

two words: back. hugs.

i want a yuto hug hmph :((

his laugh is so cute i just-

him being spooked by the dark

NICO NICO NIIII~

his guy-fieri-reminiscent shirt

(you know the one)

him being spooked in general

i will protect this boy with my LIFE

we need more yuto aegyo

but also his visuals make me spontaneously combust

somebody call the fire brigade yknow

when he had the eyebrow slit i cried

im at a loss for how to express my love for adachi yuto

can i have his dangly earrings pls thanks

he’s always feeding everybody it’s so cute

our nagano boy :’)

cough excuse me i had something in my throat i meant our nagano pRINCE

this video of his ‘high note’ and wink never fails to make me laugh

he reminds me of this guy ive had a crush on for a long while ?? like personalitywise they’re oddly similar,, he’s cute n shy but also tall and vv clingy ??? and he recently started doing his hair differently and it’s literally yutos hairstyle i almost stopped breathing ok

also his hugs feel like what i imagine a yuto hug would feel like and i only realized it just now as i’m writing this

kino

he’s my little honeybunch cinnamon apple sugarplum gumdrop babyboy

i just love kang hyunggu a whole lot if you can’t tell by um

the rest of my blog

my profile image

my lockscreen ffs

do i even need to say that he’s my bias

duality? he invented that.

hyunggu being a cutie patootie vs kino being rUDE AS HELL

like he’s a grape juice box and a whole ass bottle of fine wine yknow what i mean

the lace blindfold ?? somebody pinch me

knnovation

i mean have y’all heard voicegasm ??

he did that shit

he’s under arrest for stealing my heart~

(and my uwus)

i don’t even need to say it bc y’all already know but he’s the dance KING

the violet bby

“he’s sensitive”

when hyojong changed the number song lyrics to joke about him being sensitive (2:25)

when he wears big sweaters :’)

i miss his lil ponytail during naughty boy

ppl never talk about this but he’s surprisingly good at languages ?!?

his laugh is one of my favorite sounds on the planet

that one move in can you feel it (01:55 in the mv) gets me every. single. time.

the kino list is long but i just have so much love for this boy

wooseok

he a long boi

HIS DIMPLE

i cant find the vid but there’s this one moment at a fansign or something where he just stepped over the table like it was a completely normal thing to do ?!???!?

HIS FACE IS SO VISUALLY PLEASING

i keep getting shocked over and over about how generally handsome he is

any hair works on him like ??? magic ?!?

screaming during lost paradise

and most songs

and most of the time anyway

i love him lots and lots tho

can pull off the goth look

can pull off the emo look

can pull off any look

he belongs in an opera lmfaooo

E X T R A

BUNNY BUNNY WOOSEOK WOOSEOK

his acrostic poems

i’m a star ? that shit sLAPS

this boy is carrying the entire rap industry on his bACK

i’m sad that i cant think of more stuff for wooseokie

#to make a long story short I love my 10 baby boys a whole lot #nova speaks #pentagon #jinho #hui #hongseok #e'dawn #shinwon #yeo one #yanan #yuto #kino #wooseok #ot10 #ptg #long post

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palmettoes · 5 years

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hi babe so have you ever considered neil and matt sharing an apartment? maybe they're on the same team or close enough to share one, and it's absolutely amazing because these boys love and support each other so much. but then.. they're also both absolute children when left alone together and the foxes get updates of whatever the most recent thing is with one completely ridiculous picture that never gets explained (like the Sofa Incident). basically love and fun and the brothers they never got!!

(em you already Know how much i love this prompt but like ,, in case you needed a reminder i LOVE this prompt im still crying thANK U anyway this took probably too long but i highkey poured my heart into this dumb little fic i hope u love it ur such an angel ily !!!)

read it on ao3! | prompts are closed :(

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Months from now, Neil will be grateful for this lifeline.It’s the offering of comfort and stability he needs long before he knows he’sallowed to want it, and Matt is holding it out to him without a second ofhesitation. Months from now, Neil will appreciate it for what it is. But fornow it feels bigger than he deserves.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he says, placing a neatly foldedshirt on top of the growing pile beside his suitcase and turning to look atMatt. “I can look after myself.”

Matt, to his credit, doesn’t roll his eyes but Neil watchesthe corners twitch and he knows it’s a near thing.

“I know you can. I’m not asking to be your babysitter. I’masking to be your roommate.”

“Why?”

Neil can’t help it. The question is itching under his skin,making him shifty and uncomfortable. He doesn’t understand Matt’s motives: hespent three years living in close quarters with Neil and half of the last twopractically glued to Neil’s couch at any given opportunity. Why he is willinglysigning up for another year of it, Neil cannot fathom.

“We’re playing for the same team. It just makes sense,” Mattsays and he makes it sound like it really does. Neil frowns and purses his lipsand can’t think of any good reason to dispute it.

“You don’t share an apartment with any of your otherteammates.”

Matt does roll his eyes this time, but it’s a gesturefilled with fondness and, for reasons Neil can’t explain, the rest of hiscomplaints stick in his throat.

“None of my other teammates are my best friend.”

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It’s surprisingly easy, Neil thinks, to fall into theroutine of living with Matt. The apartment is already full of Matt’sbelongings, from his two year head start, but bits and pieces of Neil slip intothe cracks—his running shoes by the door, two mugs by the coffee pot eachmorning, Andrew’s hoodie on the back of the couch. It becomes theirs intrinsicallyuntil the discomfiture ebbs away and the word home seeps through.

When Neil wakes up in his new apartment for the first time,the morning feels stretched and torpid. The absence of weight in the bed besidehim is a hollow ache in his chest, and he gets up just to avoid the immensityof it. The world is drowsy outside his window, dark and slow as it blinksitself back to life, but their apartment is already alight with the smell ofcoffee and the muffled sound of socked footsteps.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, one hand pouring milk into amug of coffee, the other stirring porridge on the stove. Matt looks up at hisarrival and grins, all teeth and dimples. He sets down the milk carton andhooks his fingers around the handle of the other mug, holding it out to Neil.

“Morning, princess,” he says. Neil wraps his stiff fingersaround the mug, letting the warmth seep through to his bones and wake himproperly.

“Your porridge is done,” he observes, because he can see itthickening around Matt’s spoon as he steps past. Matt yelps and flicks off thegas, transferring the pot to a cool hob and reaching for a bowl in the samemovement.

“There’s enough for two,” he says as he scrapes the gloopymixture into his bowl. Neil stands on his toes to open one of the cupboards andgrab a granola bar from the second shelf.

“I’m good, thanks.”

Neil holds the half-opened granola bar up in defence whenMatt shoots him the look he reserves for disapproval at Neil’s tendency to skipmeals. He doesn’t comment but the tilt of his mouth is displeased. Neil shrugsit off and sips his coffee.

“Excited to meet the team later?” Matt asks as he runs hotwater into the empty pot to soak. Neil waits until the gurgle of the tap shutsoff to reply.

“Not really. I don’t care what they’re like. It’s how theyplay that matters.”

Matt turns to lean against the kitchen bench, bowl in hand,and rolls his eyes fondly—something of a recurring action around Neil.

“Now you sound like Kevin.”

“Kevin sounds like me,” Neil corrects, just to be contrary.

Matt grins around a mouthful of porridge. “You’re both asbad as each other. Come on, you can have first shower. I want to show you thebest route to the supermarket before we’re due at the stadium.”

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The team, as it turns out, arefar more excited to meet Neil than he is to meet them. There are three new teammembers, including him; one other first year pro and a transfer from Denver,but Neil inadvertently steals most of the attention. It’s some mixture of hismemorable face gracing television far more than any college student has a rightto, and Matt singing his praises over the past two years, that gives him adegree of interest the Cannons gravitate towards. All Neil really wants to dois talk to the Denver recruit about a certain goalkeeper on his old team, butMatt squeezes his shoulder lightly and it is as much a warning as it is acomfort. Play nice.

Neil smiles and lets KatiLaskey—starting striker—hook her elbow around his neck and rub her other handlightly through his hair. If he closed his eyes, her weight against his bodywould almost feel like Dan. The thought is both reassuring and saddening, likea weight constricting his chest not quite enough to leave him breathless, butspiking discomfort through his ribcage all the same. He finds he cannot makeeye contact with any of his new teammates.

“They’re not Foxes,” he says,when Matt prompts him for an opinion as they ease into traffic on their wayhome. Matt hums assent because it’s true, they are not and never will be theshape of puzzle pieces cut from the same jigsaw. They are Cannons, equal partschaos and content, and they have dug a Neil-sized hole in their line-up, but itis a manufactured kind of welcoming, a family born of necessity rather thandesire.

“They’re good people,” Matt saysand Neil cannot find fault to disagree.

“They’re good as teammates,” hesays instead. Matt flicks him a look under the guise of checking his blind spotbefore signalling the turn-off. They turn down the side street connected totheir apartment complex and Neil traces the vaguely familiar shapes outside thewindow with his finger.

It is still warm yet, the airhumid and muggy with the weight of summer. He can see heat hanging heavy overthe pavement and pooling in pockets between the clouds. He hates days likethese, but this one feels less like a burden and more like a blanket, swathinghim in the absence of body heat. Not ideal, but somehow enough all the same.

“They’re good as teammates, but Ialready have all the family I need.”

When Matt looks at him this time,it is with blatant intent and his smile is blinding.

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mattyb: someone come collect neil he’s making me sad

gaynolds: what did he tell you this time??

mattyb: a story about his mom

gaynolds: fuck those are the worst

wildz: u all g josten?

jos10: I’m fine.

gaynolds: :/

mattyb: he let me pat his head

wildz: 4 his comfort or urs ???

mattyb: honestly mine but i like to think it’shelping him too

jos10: It’s nice. Thank you.

nickyminaj: omg neil :( u cant be sad when im too faraway to hug u

jos10: I’m not sad.

jos10: Matt is.

mattyb: I AM

nickyminaj: mattie no :(

nickyminaj: coming to hug u both rn

wildz: me 2

gaynolds: me three

wildz: group hug @ the b/j apt.

nickyminaj: the WHAT

wildz: boyd/josten but im just rlzing how bad thtsounds

mattyb: H

mattyb: NNNN OFJAJKM.VWQ3JFJEZ/.DS’’;XMLD

nickyminaj: uh

wildz: r u dyin ???

mattyb: might have to take a raincheck on the grouphug

mattyb: OH HOLY FUCK

wildz: ?????

gaynolds: omg

mattyb: NEIL JUST

mattyb: CHRIST

nickyminaj: what did he do now lmfao

gaynolds: b/j apartment is my favourite soap

nickyminaj: ^^^

wildz: r they actually ded ????

gaynolds: matt??

nickyminaj: 50 bucks says neil started a fire tryingto make dinner

gaynolds: you’re on

gaynolds: josten knows how to cook

nickyminaj: lmaooo

nickyminaj: u didn’t see him try to use the sandwichpress at the columbia house

nickyminaj: andrew banished him from the kitchen

gaynolds: fuck

wildz: can confirm, neil knos how 2 cook but nt how 2use tech

kevinday: What’s happening?

mattyb: [image attached]

kevinday: What the fuck.

gaynolds: what the fuck

nickyminaj: WHAT THE FUCK

wildz: wht hppnd???

nickyminaj: UR COUCH IM CRYING

kevinday: How did that happen?

gaynolds: is neil BLEEDING

nickyminaj: holy fuck yeah his face

wildz: shit

kevinday: Is that a bird?

gaynolds: IS THAT A BIRD

nickyminaj: oh my god

wildz: matt wtf is goin on?

jos10: We’re fine. Matt had to sit down because hewas laughing too much.

wildz: neil ????

nickyminaj: EXPLAIN

jos10: I have to go. It’s fine.

gaynolds: josten you’re bleeding out of your face andthere is a pigeon on your head

kevinday: Neil

nickyminaj: oh my god

nickyminaj: we’re pretending this is normal oh my god

aaminyard: what is going on?

aaminyard: oh that couch is in shreds lol

nickyminaj: AARON PLS

wildz: called matt but it went str8 2 vmail

gaynolds: the bird probably fucking murdered them

aaminyard: finally

nickyminaj: aaron pls

wildz: aaron pls

gaynolds: aaron pls

aminyard: aaron no

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(The bird is collected by an ABC volunteer.

They buy a new couch.)

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Integrating himself into an already functioning team is botheasier and harder than knitting together the torn edges of the Foxes. TheCannons are professionals—polite because they are paid to be and serious whereexy is concerned—but they are friends off the court as well. Three months intotheir season, Neil has grown used to one or another of their teammates crashingon the couch in his and Matt’s apartment, or showing up unannounced withtakeout on their days off. Kati takes him out for coffee twice a week at asugar-free café two blocks from his apartment (which Neil delights in tellingAndrew about) and fills him in on the details of her personal life. (Her longdistance girlfriend just moved over from Missouri. They’re adopting cats.) Inreturn, Neil shows her the latest picture Andrew has texted him (the curl ofsmoke against a city skyline, or the glint of a blade under sunlight, or theopen freeway above the Maserati dashboard). Neil is never very sure, but hethinks this makes them friends.

Somewhere along the way, the team become less likecolleagues and more like something personal, something that spreads like warmbutter inside Neil’s chest. He knows parts of their lives that go deeper thannecessity for survival, while they learn where he likes to go to eat and what hiscollege major was. He lets them scavenge through his life for the titbits thatshould not matter yet somehow do, but saves the intimate details to sharebetween Matt and Kati. It’s not that he and Andrew are a secret, but Neil isprivate by nature and the Cannons, for all their friendship, are still notfamily.

They seem content to take what they’re given and pry nofurther, so Neil isn’t concerned when their captain, Breanna Ramírez, asks himto spare a minute after practice. He detours past Matt on his way off the courtto let him know he’ll make his own way home. Matt swings an arm around Neil’sshoulders and leans down to knock their heads together.

“Nice work today, honey,” he says and lets go, waving asNeil heads to the locker room.

Breanna takes him to a patisserie ten minutes from thestadium where, she tells him, they sell petits fours that her husbandthinks are to-die-for. Neil texts a picture of the display cabinet followed bya question mark to Andrew while he waits for Breanna to order. They get theircoffees to-go and Breanna’s husband’s petits fours in a small paper bag,and walk the short distance to a nearby park.

They talk about the season, about the flaws in the startingline-up, and about the kids Breanna and her husband are currently fostering.Neil wants to tell her he and Matt almost adopted an injured bird that they letfly into their apartment, but decides she might not take it in her stride aseasily as the Foxes.

Instead he says, “Maybe I’ll stop by the patisserie again onthe way home. Matt loves pain au chocolat.”

Breanna looks at him, looks away, sighs, looks at him again.

“Josten.” She fiddles with the lid of her coffee cup. “Neil.I didn’t want to say anything, but I feel, I don’t know, morally obligated.”

Neil’s pulse jumps in his wrist and he blinks at Breanna,confused and apprehensive.

“Morally obligated to what?”

“Look, you and Boyd are both lovely and I know it isn’treally my business, but the team has been talking and— Well, I’m not trying topreach to you, but sometimes his fiancée comes to visit and I just want to beclear that none of us are comfortable covering for you. If it comes to that.”

She’s doing everything to avoid his gaze now and Neil hasnever seen her so unsure of herself. He frowns, turning her words over in hishead but no matter which way he pushes and pulls he can’t make sense of them.

“What does Dan have to do with this?”

“You know, because of your… thing with Boyd.”

“My—” Neil stares at her as the pieces click into place,forming a complete picture, albeit one that makes Neil’s head ache. “You thinkI’m having an affair with Matt?”

“You’re not?” Breanna finally makes eye contact, head tiltedand eyebrows knit. Neil almost laughs but something about the set of her jawstops him.

“What makes you think we’re having an affair?”

“You’re very affectionate,” she says, shrugging. “We’venoticed things.”

“He’s my best friend.” Neil’s tongue feels numb in his mouth.His words come slowly, as though his brain is still catching up to theconversation. “We’re just like that.”

“You’re close.”

“Yeah. He’s my best friend,” Neil says again, like she mighthave missed it the first time. Breanna bites her lip and glances down at whereher fingers have twisted in the paper bag.

“There’s really nothing going on there, is there?” she asksin a small voice, and Neil’s patience slips a little.

“He wouldn’t do that to Dan. I wouldn’t do that toDan.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Imply that we’re both cheatingassholes? Yes, you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything.”

He knows his temper is sparking, knows he should put a lidon it, but his mouth is running faster than he can catch it. He doesn’tunderstand how she can’t see that they’re the two least likely people to beunfaithful to their partners, or why she thinks it’s any of her concern anyway.

“But you can see how it seemed like that, right? I mean, hecalls you pet names all the time. You buy him pastries for no reason. Lastweek, he kissed you at practice.”

“On the forehead,” Neil feels the need to remind her. “Becausewe’re friends. Do you need a rundown of every interaction we’ve ever had toprove that? How about a timeline of the development of our friendship?”

“This really isn’t any of my business,” Breanna says andNeil’s mouth twists in scorn.

“You’re right, it isn’t. I should go. I still want to get tothe patisserie before it closes.” He stands up, forcibly releasing the tensionin his fists, and tells himself to walk away. “See you at practice tomorrow.”

“Neil, I’m sorry,” she starts to say but he waves her off.He only makes it three steps before he decides he’s not finished. He pivots onthe spot, clenches his fists, and inhales sharply.

“For the record, I have a boyfriend and we’re very happy,”he says and watches Breanna’s face go slack, her mouth opening on words thatdon’t come out. It takes her three tries to find them.

“You never said.”

“It was never any of your business.”

She bows her head little, then looks up to meet his eyes,her cheek dimpled where it’s caught between her teeth. Neil shrugs.

“Just so you know. He’s the only one I’m interested in.”

Breanna nods and looks like she wants to say something else,but she doesn’t protest when Neil turns again to walk away. He has a funnyfeeling the patisserie doesn’t open late and he really doesn’t want to missthem.

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“The team think we’re having an affair,” he tells Mattlater, perched on the kitchen workbench to the left of the stove. Matt iscooking pasta sauce in a large pot, which means he’s making enough to freezethe leftovers because he knows Neil will happily go hungry if it means hedoesn’t have to cook on days when he can’t find the energy.

“Our team?” Matt asks incredulously. Neil nods,absentmindedly popping the seal on a half-empty jar of olives.

“Ramírez told me it’s been team gossip for weeks.”

Matt laughs, reaching around Neil to lift another pot downfrom the shelf above his head. He puts it on one of the empty hobs and returnsto stirring his sauce, so Neil leans over to flick the switch on the kettle. Hesettles back into his earlier position and searches Matt’s face, but all hefinds are traces of amusement. It calms him a little, his temper over Breanna’saccusations dissipating.

“Fifty bucks says Pav started it,” Matt says, grinning.Aleksei Pavlov is one of their starting backliners and notorious for hisoutlandish but widely believed rumours. He and Matt have a friendly rivalrythat involves playful nicknames and good-natured trash talking at every turn.

“I don’t bet,” Neil reminds Matt unnecessarily. The kettlepings as the water reaches boiling point and he lifts it over to pour into theempty pot on the stovetop. “Allison would have a field day with this though.”

“Oh God, let’s not tell her. If she finds out, Dan findsout, and I’ll be trying to live it down until I’m old and grey,” Matt laughs.Neil hands him a pair of scissors to cut open the bag of pasta in his hand, andreplaces the now empty kettle on its outlet.

“She wouldn’t be mad?”

“Hardly. She’d think it was hilarious.” Matt pours pastainto the pot and flicks the gas on, before giving Neil a curious look. “WouldAndrew be mad?”

Neil hums, returning to pressing the lid of the olive jarand letting it pop back into place. He doesn’t know what Andrew wouldthink—they’ve never had cause to discuss it before—but he can count on one handthe amount of times Andrew has shown interest in things that don’t directlyconcern him.

“I don’t think he’d care.”

“What, he hears his boyfriend is off gallivanting with hishot roommate halfway across the country and he doesn’t even want to check up?”

“He knows we’re not. Andrew doesn’t care for rumours,” Neilsays, shrugging. Thinking of Andrew’s signature apathy dispels the remainder ofhis anger and he finds that he doesn’t care for the rumour either. Andrew’svoice in his head asks why he cares what other people think and Neil can’t finda reason.

“That’s true enough,” Matt agrees. He twists off the heatunder the sauce and gestures at Neil. “Pass me those olives, would you, mylove?”

Neil snorts, releases the seal on the jar, and hands itover. “This is why people think we’re having an affair.”

“Maybe we are.”

Matt’s tongue dips out to lick the corner of his smile andNeil rolls his eyes.

“If I was going to cheat, I think I could at least do betterthan you.”

Neil earns himself an olive pitted straight at his foreheadfor that one. He catches its rebound in his hand and pops it into his mouth,rubbing the stain off his skin and kicking half-heartedly in Matt’s direction.Matt takes an exaggerated step out of the way and returns to slicing olives andsprinkling them into the sauce.

“Do you really want to be insulting me when the fate of yourdinner rests in my hands?” Matt asks. Neil leans over to steal another olive.

“I’ll tell Kevin you’re intentionally depriving me of abalanced diet.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I have him on speed dial,” Neil says, slipping his phoneout of his pocket and holding it up for emphasis. He pushes off the counterwith his hands, landing softly on the linoleum floor and using the momentum toslide on socked feet to the other side of the kitchen. He bends to take twobowls from the cupboard and leans over to the cutlery drawer as he hears Mattchecking on the pasta behind him.

“Hey, sweetheart?”

Neil turns to find Matt beckoning to him, a strand ofspaghetti dangling from his fingers. He steps over and holds out his hand whenprompted by Matt’s grabby motions. Matt loops the spaghetti around his ringfinger, twisting and squeezing the ends until they mush together, effectivelytying the pasta to Neil’s finger.

“Give the team something to talk about, hey,” he says,exaggerating the wink that accompanies it. Neil turns his hand around and holdsup his middle finger in response. Matt laughs and the sound is white horsesbreaking over Neil’s head. He lets himself be pulled under.

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mattyb: [image attached]

mattyb: he said yes!

wildz: what

gaynolds: what

renesbian: what

nickyminaj: what

aminyard: what.

nickyminaj: omg

◊

Andrew calls him two hours later while Matt is making hotchocolate and Neil is flicking through sports channels with the TV on mute.

“I let you do one thing on your own and you get engaged toBoyd,” he says by way of hello. Neil smiles, tipping his head against the backof the couch and tapping the remote against his thigh.

“Jealous, are we?”

Andrew huffs, just barely but Neil catches it. He bites downon a laugh and lets his eyes slip closed.

“I thought you at least had better taste than that.”

“I chose you, didn’t I?” Neil says. Warm honey oozes downhis spine and he melts into the cracks between the couch cushions, the wholeworld slipping away and zeroing in on the static crackling down the phone line.Andrew’s voice is sturdy and smooth, garbled by the distance but stillunmistakeably his. Neil relaxes into it.

“Is that an affirmation of your good taste or further proofof your idiocy?”

Neil hums around a grin but doesn’t reply. He knows Andrewknows what he means, even though neither of them will acknowledge it. Theylapse into steady silence, soft breaths and fleeting movements between them.Neil can hear the buzz of traffic from Andrew’s end and assumes he’s on thebalcony of his high-rise apartment, overlooking the bustling street. Neilremembers the city lights and cool breeze from his last visit, the smell ofsmoke and petrol mixing in the air, the way the railing felt digging into hisback when Andrew kissed him up against it. He lets out a half-sigh, abortedbefore Andrew can make anything of it, and swallows the whiskey-flavouredmemory.

“My team knows about you,” he says, just to have somethingto say. It’s a lot like that with Andrew now—they no longer deal in weightedtruths and bleeding secrets. Neil finds that he doesn’t mind half as much as hethought he would, back when he used to worry they would run out of things tosay one day. Sometimes they have conversations without substance; after all,Andrew has always been good at making something out of nothing.

“I would hope so. They’ve played me twice,” Andrew says onan exhale. With his eyes pressed shut and his lips parted on a breath, Neil canalmost taste the smoke leaking from Andrew’s mouth.

“Funny,” he deadpans. Neither of them laugh. “I mean aboutus.”

He half expects Andrew to be difficult for the sake of it,but Andrew has long since stopped denying they are two parts of the same whole.He fiddles with his cigarette instead; Neil can hear his fingers tap away theash.

“Is that a problem?” he asks and Neil hears the part hedoesn’t say, the I don’t mind if you don’t, the this was never secretto anyone who was looking.

“No.”

“Okay.”

Neil breathes. Andrew smokes. The silence fills spacesbetween them.

Neil cracks an eye open when Matt taps him on the shoulder,holding out a steaming mug. From the smell, it’s a fruity blend from the packof herbal teas Kati had given him as thanks for helping out with hergirlfriend’s move. The mug is hot beneath his fingers so he balances it on hisknee while he resituates his grip to the handle, and raises it to his lips.

Andrew? Matt mouths as he settles onto the other sideof the couch, his own mug of hot chocolate warming his palms. Neil nods,nestling the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he can tap the ringfinger of his opposite hand, an explanation of Andrew’s call. Matt grins aroundthe lip of his mug before taking a sip.

“Tell him if he likes it then he should have put a ring onit.”

Neil frowns, glances down at his hand, and then back up atMatt. He mouths what in return but Matt just flaps his hand at thephone.

“Matt says,” Neil looks at him again and Matt gives him athumbs up, “if you like it then you should have put a ring on it?”

There’s a shuffling sound as Andrew shifts around, thesqueak of a screen door sliding open and closed, before the city noises cut offand the silence takes on a new shape.

“Tell Boyd if he likes his tongue he should keep it in hismouth.”

Neil relays the threat and Matt laughs aloud, his hotchocolate sloshing dangerously close to the rim of his mug. Neil watches him inshock—it’s the first time he can remember seeing Matt find genuine humour inanything one of Andrew’s lot have said.

“Did you just make a joke?” he asks Andrew. He’s not surewhich he’s more caught off guard by: that Andrew made a joke or that Matt foundit funny.

“It wasn’t a joke. It was a warning.”

A cupboard door clips shut from Andrew’s end and Neil hearsthe chink of crockery. He makes eye contact with Matt, who raises his eyebrowsand sips his hot chocolate, before shrugging off his surprise.

“I have to make dinner,” Andrew says. It isn’t a dismissalbut Neil can tell by his voice Andrew doesn’t feel like talking.

“Okay,” he agrees, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Andrew grunts, which is an affirmation in its own way, andhangs up without saying goodbye. Neil drops his phone between his thighs forsafekeeping and takes another drink of his tea. Matt nudges Neil’s shin withhis toe, nodding at the TV.

“You watching that?”

There’s a replay of an Exy match from the previous week, butNeil’s already seen it and it isn’t Andrew or Kevin’s team. He hands Matt theremote in lieu of a response and lets his eyes drift shut on the snippets ofsoaps flashing by as Matt switches channels.

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gaynolds: it’s been 8 days since our last b/jnonsense

nickyminaj: is that a record?

gaynolds: i think so

wildz: wild

wildz: get it haha

jos10: What’s b/j nonsense?

gaynolds: it’s you honey

aaminyard: aka every time you message this chateveryone has a stroke

nickyminaj: lmfao tru

jos10: Why?

wildz: u n matt r disasters

wildz: always gttin up 2 crzy shit

nickyminaj: u send the most concerning messages andnever elaborate

jos10: No, we don’t?

gaynolds: NO WE DON’T HE SAYS

nickyminaj: remember when matt and neil’s couch gotripped to shreds by a bird

nickyminaj: and they never explained how

gaynolds: remember when matt and neil got married

renesbian: remember when Neil texted the group chat‘cowabunga’ followed by three hashtags

renesbian: then ten seconds later said he rememberedMatt was visiting Dan and not to worry

wildz: rmbr wen m drank 3L of mntn dew at once

wildz: & n sent a pic of him passed out w ac.board cutout of dolly parton

wildz: y do they hav a c.board cutout of dolly parton

jos10: We can’t recycle her without concerning theneighbours.

renesbian: I think the question is why do you haveher in the first place

jos10: Oh.

jos10: We got her from Dollar Tree.

gaynolds: dollar tree sells cardboard cutouts ofdolly parton ???

jos10: I don’t think she was for sale.

nickyminaj: u STOLE dolly parton from dollar tree

aaminyard: you sound surprised

nickyminaj: i mean yeah

nickyminaj: aren’t u ??

aaminyard: no

gaynolds: no

wildz: no

renesbian: no

nickyminaj: good point

jos10: [image attached]

jos10: She lives in the shower.

gaynolds: that is quite literally the most terrifyingcombination of information/image i’ve ever seen

wildz: 1 time i stayed @ b/j apt & she slept inth bed w me n matt

aaminyard: what the fuck

gaynolds: why did we ever let those two live together

nickyminaj: yeah this has gone too far

wildz: m can move in w me if andrew will take n ??

aminyard: deal.

jos10: Who gets Dolly?

aminyard: never mind I don’t want him.

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When Neil wakes up in his and Matt’s apartment on what Mattdubs their ‘roommate-iversary’, the morning feels like a wave, hugging the bayit crashes into and guiding Neil’s breaths through the ebb and flow. A yearstretches across the floorboards, worn smooth under their tread, and laps atthe walls, where they’ve taken to sticking photographs and reminders andsmiley-face messages from one to the other. The world is quiet around him, butfor the buzz of the radio and the familiar pattern of footfalls againstlinoleum floor.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, two mugs on the worktop anda pancake flipping through the air towards the pan in his outstretched hand.

“Morning, princess,” Matt says, holding up one of the mugswithout turning. Neil loops his fingers through the handle and around theceramic curve, bringing it to his lips to blow the billow of steam away fromthe rim.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says, leaning against the corner ofthe fridge. The way Matt freezes is almost comedic, like each muscle isolatingand tensing one by one. When he looks up, his gigawatt smile is alreadyplastered over his face, bright enough to dissolve the dreary heaviness of themorning, and Neil’s returning grin bites into his cheeks before he can hold itback. Matt returns to his breakfast with crinkles by his eyes. Neil blowslightly on his coffee and takes a sip.

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mattyb has changed their name to sunshine.

jos10 has changed their name to princess.

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#maz.dox #mdb #naj #andreil #fic #remussloopin #answered

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-slowly slides in, pushes u a $20- 5 times kissed pls and thank

FIVE TIMES KISSED.

@jeangreyed // JEAN GREY // always selectively accepting !

Jean Grey is an enigma. She’s the ideal woman, for most - beauty, kindness, power, all wrapped up in a gorgeous bundle and topped so pretty with bright red hair she might as well be a blessing. Or that’s what people think, anyway. Remy understands why they do.

Funny enough, all the perfection doesn’t do it for him, though his judgment is probably skewed because his heart’s already hung up to dry for two pretty girls as it is and he really isn’t looking for more pain.

It doesn’t stop the fact that she’s objectively attractive, of course, or a colleague that might be something close to a friend. There’s still a fifty-fifty chance his eyes drift to her when she enters the room and that he flashes her a smile; it isn’t hurt any by the fact her hair is one of the brightest things he can see, his color-muddied eyes so drawn to things as fiery as they are.

Gambit likes Jean Grey fine, but he isn’t in love with her, isn’t caught up by her. He doesn’t plan to be. Doesn’t want to be.

So it’d figure that the one woman out of his league he actually didn’t pursue would be the one to start shadowing him. His life has always been a divine comedy, and it’s an obvious twist. He’s a clever boy. He should’ve known.

It’s not immediate, of course. She’s got plenty of suitors, on and off, the ones that speak up and the ones that don’t and linger waiting. He’s busy chasing Rogue and dreams he’s tried to put away and hasn’t quite managed to, an odd little tug-of-war in his heart over an unused house in the Garden District that’s just waiting for him to usher in a belated blushing bride.

It takes fucking years, and death, and Death, and being left for dead. It takes Remy’s heart drying up so bad he thinks it’s never going to feel okay again, and him finally leaning into it, accepting the fact that he just isn’t cut out to be loved, or that maybe it’s how he loves that fucks things up.

But for all that, he hasn’t forgotten how the game is played, the way meaningless flirting feels and the way heavy looks push down until pulses quicken. He hasn’t forgotten how it feels to watch from across a room and pray that they notice and that they don’t, all at once.

He can’t forget heartache when it’s all he can taste, forget-me-nots and the tang of rot.

He tracks her down as a friend when she disappears, stays with her because he knows what it’s like to be alone, for once a thief with no ulterior motive. He cooks for her, trades stupid little chores, lives like the world isn’t falling down around their ears just for a while. He’s good at playing house for someone who’s never done it before. Remy figures it’s kind of healing for both of them, being normal.

He’s good at pretending he doesn’t notice when her eyes start linger at the curve of his mouth after a few months, or the flashes of longing pressing into his empathy just for half a second. He’s good at it for a while, but it’s hard not to love back when someone wants to offer you their heart even if they’re hiding it, and he’s a starving thing at the end of it.

Remy respects her too much to push for something she doesn’t want to embrace, so he does nothing. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he does it anyway, mostly.

And sure, maybe he really shouldn’t, but if he slips a chocolate candy into her jacket pocket when she isn’t watching with exchange me for a better kiss scrawled inside the wrapping, he can pass it off for playing if he absolutely needs to.

Turns out he doesn’t, though, ’cause she drops the wrapper in his lap three days later before settling herself right on top.

ii.

They aren’t very public about it. Maybe that’s surprising; Remy doesn’t really want to waste the brainpower on figuring out if that contradicts their respective public images, because frankly, everything about them side by side contradicts their public images anyway, so fuck it.

The more observant ones notice, of course, when they come back. The fact that they come back together isn’t in itself that unusual - Remy had said he would find her. He was good at tracking. He delivered, even if it took longer than they might have expected.

Logan knows, right off, Remy’s sure of that. He can act as much as he likes, but nothing is going to cover up the way their scents layer atop one another, and despite common misconceptions he isn’t really fond of bathing in cologne, so he’d accepted in advance that Logan would be onto them. He’s also the type not to ask questions or try to pass judgment, so it works out.

Rogue is more of a problem, and more of a giveaway for everyone else, because Remy flirted with her out of sheer familiarity and in the name of friendly banter before. Now, he doesn’t at all - inside jokes, teasing, time together, sure. But there isn’t any of the ever-pervasive sexual tension lingering between them, and none of his quips are double entendres, because he’s not about to lead her on. She isn’t exactly mad about it, more puzzled, but it’s the lack of push and pull between them that tips some of the others off.

Logan knows, then Rogue. Kitty figures it out quick after she sees Rogue glare at Jean a little, ’cause even if she’s forfeited the rights to Remy’s heart old habits die hard. Once Kitty knows, Piotr knows, and once Piotr knows so does Kurt, and Kurt accidentally lets slip to Jubes, and once Jubilee knows everyone knows; it’s just a damn chain reaction, all within two months.

Remy doesn’t mind, exactly, and Jean doesn’t too much either. It had been inevitable.

The bad part is how many people tell her not to waste her time with him.

She doesn’t tell him that, of course she doesn’t, but he knows. And it hurts because it’s the truth. She’s Jean fucking Grey and she deserves to have a paragon of virtue that doesn’t keep his head shut up, but there they are, and it hurts like hell that he’s actually a kind of happy for once and it’s to her detriment.

But every time he pulls away even a little, she pulls him back. She gets it, of course she does, because even if she doesn’t entirely know his mind she knows human cause and effect better than anybody else.

She takes him on walks by the lake, moves a few of his scant personal belongings into her room (which results in such a scolding, because Remy, don’t tell me this is the real Mona Lisa - ). She perches on the kitchen counter and volunteers for taste tests like it’s any kind of ordeal at all when he’s the one cooking.

On an overcast Saturday in mid-March, she wraps gentle fingers around his fragile wrists and pulls him down into a kiss right in the front of the very full dining hall. It works; she makes her point, crystal clear. There’s no doubt about the rumors then.

Later Remy finds out she’d also stuck her middle finger up at the whole hall, students and instructors and all, behind his back. He has to smother a smile when he does, because well, they hadn’t been wrong after all. He was a terrible influence.

iii.

It’s not easy to get inside Remy’s head. It’s one of the things that infuriates people most; hard to read, hard to understand. He puts up a good front, and he keeps his head locked up tight, shielded by the nature of his powers, shields of energy in crackling flux that even the esteemed Professor can’t touch for long.

It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible, either. The Shadow King has done it. Xavier has managed. The Phoenix cracks him open and scoops him out raw.

He is so used to being impenetrable to all but the worst that he has forgotten that when he does put the massive effort in to let someone peek, even a little, it leaves the door open. He’d let Betsy and Jean in, this time, for the sake of teamwork, because that’s always worked out for him so well.

He’s paying for that mistake right now.

Remy whirls around - another way out, he needs to minimize the damage he can be used for against the others - the hole in the side of the jet is big enough to jump through, so he does, coat catching at jagged metal edges for barely a second before he’s gone, twisting like a rag doll through the air with the lingering panicked shouts falling away behind him. The pressure in his head builds, screaming, until it feels like it’s about to burst -

He pulls himself out of freefall, flings his arms out to the side to slow his fall just a little. It ain’t much. It doesn’t have to be.

Two thousand seven hundred meters up, clocking in at eighty-one kilograms, he figures on the fly he’s got about twenty-three, twenty-four seconds before he’s out for good. It’s hard to check his math with a wrestling match in his head, but that’s alright. He’s not going to need that long.

Seventeen seconds left.

In the back of his head, the voice builds, demanding he do something, save himself, and he can’t help but grin even though it feels like his face is peeling apart because even once they’re in, they have to fight - and he doesn’t make it easy. There’s a split-second struggle, and the intruder realizes that yes, Gambit is that much of a suicidal moron -

He hands the tele control of his body, plummeting towards being an extra-gross smear on the pavement, and takes the opening to crack open his mind and scream, tossing it out as best he can. It’s clumsy, unrefined, weak underneath the crushing pressure of his piggybacker, but he knows at least one person will hear him. Jean is always listening for him.

H E A D S U P !

The voice twists, working its will into his body, coaxing him to give in. Surrender is easy. Surrender is bliss. Surrender is ecstasy. The pain squeezes his brain until it feels like gray matter is dripping out of his ears. The acrid iron taste of blood fills his mouth.

Give in. It’ll feel so good if you do.

But he’s not the surrendering type, never has been. He’s a pissed-off piece of pure dynamite. And psychic links are two-way.

I can save you.

Six seconds left.

Red eyes spark to life, and he reaches around with fingers to his temple, bang!, shoves a goddamn payload of hyperactive energy through his own skull. His bones and brain are built for it. The tele’s aren’t, and he can feel their eyes widen and the link snap as their brain gets fucking pulped. Maybe they’ll recover, maybe they won’t, but he’ll worry about that later if he’s around to.

He’s still falling, terminal velocity now, dropping at a hundred twenty-five miles an hour to splatdown and he really hopes he hasn’t miscalculated this one, ’cause the ground is coming up real fast, about as quick as his heartbeat.

Four seconds left.

His body jerks, not slammed upwards so much as pulled, dragged around like he’s a damn kitten being hauled by the nape of his neck except it’s his whole body and eh, it’s a stupid comparison but the more important thing is that he isn’t about to die.

Jean is so nice about it, in fact, that he finds himself being deposited bridal-style in her arms, which he’s sure is to really emphasize how much of a mess he currently is in comparison to her. Bright green eyes drift down to meet far darker ones, half-worried; the nudge of m’fine he pushes at her is enough to have full lips turning upwards just a bit.

“Cuttin’ it a little close there, Jeannie,” he wheezes, so out of breath he can’t even pretend to be slick this time, and she rolls her eyes so damn expressively he can’t help but cough some more as he cackles, her voice measured and full of I’m-so-done-with-you in response. “Maybe I’d have an easier time helping people that don’t decide to jump out of planes without parachutes.”

He’s about to argue that it’s not his fault that he’s been shoehorned into another dumbass spandex nightmare, and that if he had it his way he’d have his breastplate and included chute, but instead the faint burgeoning banter is cut off rather abruptly when she actually dips him back and kisses him full on the mouth, shutting him up in the most time-tested, scientifically-proven effective way available.

“Oh,” he breathes, and if he’s grinning like a jackass she probably knew it was coming anyway. “You really have been spendin’ way too much time around me, Jean Grey.”

iv.

It doesn’t take him that long to figure out she’s still got some Phoenix in her.He’s a fool for Lady Luck and nobody else; he sees when she pulls away, looks at him with guilt and fear. Concern for him. It’s an interesting change, one that’s oddly unwelcome in the context it comes in.

He can take care of himself, but he can’t say that to her without making it worse, so he doesn’t.

Instead, he plays the part of pretty distraction well; he notches up every bit of overdone personality when they’re in public. Spoiled. Flashy. Smug. It didn’t matter much, because the truth of it was that he was capable and reliable, but being the class clown on missions kept the wan look from her face - even Jean Grey didn’t have time to worry about little things like shitty psychic firebirds when her boyfriend/lover/nuisance was causing trouble.

Ironically, he succeeds best when he isn’t actually trying to.

Gambit is particularly well-suited to reconnaissance and infiltration, in settings of any quality; as infrequently as the X-Men’s work calls for those things in a more lavish circumstance, it does happen once in a while. He can’t remember the last time he’d dropped by a gala with bad intentions, at least on hero business, but he’s quite certain that whenever that last time was, he’d been with Rogue. And Rogue was not allowed to come with, because sometimes these jobs called for a little more than flirting, as nasty as that was - and Rogue had a temper about seeing these things, even if he’d gotten out of all circumstances so far without having to stoop so low. Just the flirting was bad enough.

Jean was more mission-focused, or that was the thinking, and she was making the rounds as a waiter, checking for hidden exits on her trips to the kitchen. Doing a lovely job, too, he’s sure.

He, on the other hand, has to isolate and charm a particularly violently anti-mutant senator’s wife. It turns out it isn’t as difficult as he’d expected; she’s pretty, but not exquisite, and she’s clearly feeling more than a little sour towards her husband as he laughs with his colleagues. It’s also likely that one of said colleagues’ newest trophy wives standing five feet from her and glimmering all over in the most expensive latest fashions isn’t helping her self-esteem either.

Remy blowing the girl off with a smooth smile and excuse and sliding right on up to her side likely boosts her ego more than a bit - it isn’t hurt by the way he snags a fresh champagne flute for her off of a passing tray.

“You’re not the dangerous kind of mutant, are you?” she asks, and the second her eyes lock onto his, he’s got her. The flare of irritation that rose up with her words is squashed quick enough, though he’s sure he’ll be stealing from wherever it is she lives next he’s in the area.

Remy shakes his head just quickly enough to be boyishly earnest about it, lets his cheeks dimple with a demure smile. “No, ma’am - don’t think I am.”

She flaunts. He flatters. She flutters. He flirts. The whole damn tricky jig of it takes so little time the ice in his drink hasn’t even begun to melt before she’s making a calculated departure towards the upstairs study.

He crosses over to Jean, who’s holding two full glasses of merlot for him with an impassive look on her face; draining the last of his whiskey, he swaps out. Head tipping back, she asks, “You got the information?”

“I’ve opened up avenues of communication,” he says, amiable as ever, and turns to go.

The muted twinge of jealousy that decidedly isn’t his hits him like a sack of bricks, and he spins on his heel, eyes wide in surprise, because, well, he just hadn’t expected Jean to care.

Somehow, it’s nice that she does.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and stoops to press a kiss to her cheek, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “The flash drives are in a desk drawer. I’m getting those, telling her to go start a shower and that I’ll catch up, and then locking her in. She’ll be embarrassed, not hurt, nothing else. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Promise.”

He’s back in six, with a sparkly paperweight to boot.

The days are kind of a mess, but that’s okay. They slide by alright just the same, and they’re still sticking together fine, just fine. Some nights they don’t talk at all, just lie around in silence because it’s easier; some nights he disappears without a word because it’s how he is. She doesn’t ask him where he’s been, because she knows that if it mattered he’d say. She swipes his sweaters and feeds his cats until they’re extra-plump. They pretend that they’re normal like they’re ever going to get there.

“I’m not a good man,” he reminds her, smudges her nose with flour just enough that her eyes cross when she assesses the damage; she doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just confiscates the mixing bowl in his arms so that he can’t smudge her anymore.

When she smiles at him, it’s a little sad, but that’s alright. They’ve both been broken for a long time.

“You’re not as bad as you think you are,” she tells him, the same conversation as always, played out over and over again because some things can’t be fixed but that doesn’t mean they aren’t alright, alright. He doesn’t bother to fight it when her fingers trace over his cheek and she stands on tiptoe to slant warm lips over his.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she says, and her smile says she means it. “You’re mine.”

#jeangreyed #♠️ ANSWERED.#♥️ JEANGREYED ⁠— JEAN GREY.#♠️ DRABBLES.#long post.

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heyho, hi ! i’m incredibly late jane ( pls just ignore that the accepted post says sylvia .. i was v insecure if u catch my drift ), twenty, she & her and from the glorious gmt+2 tz. along with being an avid dc & marvel fan, memes cause 90% of my laughs which .. is sad now that i think about it but Anyways ! you’re here for shiloh and not me ( mayhaps a little bit. here’s to hoping right. ) read below at ur own risk, you’ve been warned alright .. also if you want to plot just hmu or like this & i’ll im you later !

SHILOH HARTELL — wait, you mean the AMETHYST ? yeah, i’ve heard of HER before. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old DANIELLE CAMPBELL lookalike and identify as DEMIGIRL. people often describe them as THE ARCANE of this island. i definitely agree, though. i mean, not to be rude or anything but shiloh can be kinda PEREMPTORY and PARADOXICAL, but everyone has their bad days. however, they’re also TRUSTWORTHY and DILIGENT, which makes people admire them so much. i guess what i’m trying to say is that they’re a true gem.

BACKGROUND ( TW: CAR ACCIDENT, COMA & ALCOHOL/SMOKING MENTION )

first things first .. you can click on each word to find shiloh’s bio & headcanons but i don’t want u to waste five mins of your life so i’ll try to cut it down to three. SKSKJ

besides that i’m actually kind of proud of this kind of social media page ?? so mayhaps look at it .. if u want.

really getting started now though

born april hartell in toronto in 1996, before her younger brother june was born one year later.

( for the sake of .. lbr everything i’ll just go on calling her shiloh bc otherwise it’ll be too confusing w/ april & shiloh ) in her early yrs shiloh used to envy june and the way their parents always preferred him, but fast forward to now and shiloh’s soo very glad they did. she taught herself numerous things she probably would have never considered if she wasn’t “ignored” a good few months and even after she brought up being left out to her parents it continued.

when shiloh was twelve, her brother was diagnosed with copd or more commonly known as smoker’s lung, an obstructive lung disease which only caused the family dynamic to spiral down.

after the news sunk in the hartell’s did everything for their brother/son and during those times shiloh and june actually grew close. shiloh mostly took care of her brother when their parents went out or simply had to recharge. ( the next few sentences are from her bio bc it’s 2am n i’m tired bear with me plS ) nonetheless graduating was just as important as taking care of june. shiloh has been known as some kind of a contradiction during her school years, always being excessively studious and getting straight a’s while being surrounded by other popular kids due to being the cheerleading co-captain. at the time her schoolmates didn’t know anything about shiloh’s home life as she preferred to keep it that way. hanging out with them gave her a few hours of calmness, despite most of them trashing other people’s property or trying to set her up with the most basic but popular guy, until they realized she apparently had no interest in any form of relationship. but what no one, except for her brother, knew was that shiloh in fact had a friends with benefits agreement with some messed up guy from a local university. shiloh always told june it wasn’t serious in the slightest and she probably wouldn’t even talk to him if he didn’t have his own demons to deal with.

shiloh always blamed her father for june’s disease as it was caused by him smoking every day and having june next to him almost all the time. while shiloh never wanted to become like her father, years later she believes she did despite trying truly everything not to.

at age eighteen shiloh changed her name legally, now using april as a middle name and nickname for her parents to use. ( once again copied from her bio rip ) ever since graduating shiloh started making videos to compensate for the lack of other distractions, as she wasn’t interested in meaningless hookups anymore either. being exposed to even more knowledge and terms than before, the brunette found herself more and more.

while spiralling down due to constant pressure at home and online shiloh had weak moments of consuming too much alcohol which only caused to cloud her judgement. it was june’s eighteenth birthday when shiloh made a fatal mistake, driving while intoxicated caused their car to hit a tree and damage its occupants.

it wasn’t until one month later that shiloh woke up from a coma, as disorientated and concerned as ever. when she caught the sight of her brother without any severe injuries shiloh was finally able to breathe normally again, not realizing her heart rate went up significantly just moments before.

even though june always claimed the crash didn’t worsen his condition, shiloh kept blaming herself just like she blamed their father for what he did to her younger brother. during that time shiloh started seeing similarities between herself and him that didn’t even exist.

once again distancing herself from her family shiloh put out more and more videos. as she gained subscribers rapidly, shiloh decided to talk about her private life for the first time publicly, hoping it’ll help people in similar situations.

getting mostly positive feedback and encouraging comments, shiloh approached her family again. she tried making peace with her own mind about everything that happened in the past, almost promising herself to not act the same way ever again.

as june’s condition got worse year after year, it hit its lowest point in 2016. no temporary treatment helped and the family’s former inherited fortune shrunk every year after trying one high-priced experimental endeavour prior to another. shiloh and her family got closer during that time once again, but her parents also insisted on her being able to have a life on her own.

while applying to the closest car shop to become a mechanic, shiloh cut all ties to social media in the process after making one last youtube video explaining why.

as her family heard of the gem theory they believed it’d be for a good cause to set shiloh up for it. being skeptical at first, shiloh put more thought into it. what if it meant the money she’d receive could be used for yet another attempt at finding a cure for her brother, or even the organization itself developing one ? after a few tests shiloh was all too familiar with, the result of being a perfect fit for the project surprised her to a degree. while hoping to partake in the experiment for the sake of her younger brother, shiloh simultaneously didn’t want to leave her hometown for the very same reason. having a long talk with june, however, convinced shiloh to be a part of the gem theory. still being skeptical, she hoped for some kind of silver lining.

PERSONALITY ( TW: ALCOHOL & SMOKING MENTION )

as mentioned above shiloh is very eager to learn about basically everything. she always needs something to keep her occupied. as megan abbott once wrote there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls and while the quote is only semi-fitting it definitely can be used to describe shiloh’s high school years, always fooling around and screwing up while maintaining this picture perfect kind of image as co-captain of the cheer squad and a straight a student.

contradiction has always been a big part of shiloh, balancing between two stereotypes if you will: nerd vs. popular kid, first born vs. being the “lesser” child, being incredible romantic vs. meaningless hookups, keeping all feelings in vs. letting them all out at once, not believing in anything that can’t be touched/seen vs. believing in aliens.

absolutely despises cigarettes, blunts and everything else that can be smoked.

believes that wearing glitter as highlighter takes her closer to the stars and aliens.

the only alcoholic beverage she regularly consumes is any type of red wine.

for the first time in her life, shiloh’s been away from her family for more than a month. while appreciating being able to live her own life, homesickness hits her a lot.

shiloh’s a very structured person, disliking chaos and things that don’t seem to make any sense. suffering from ocd especially intensifies the former along with spending up to an hour with things such as rearranging belongings again and again, something others probably wouldn’t even notice. back when shiloh did youtube videos those had to have a certain length as well, sometimes even having to be re-filmed.

being on the island gives shiloh a bad taste in her mouth more often than not with everything that happened. as she’s a person who doesn’t necessarily likes being observed after her online presence, shiloh’s reminding herself of the promise she gave her family of not returning without anything more than ever.

this was all soo v serious omfg. but have this little fun ig tidbit that the only meme shiloh’s familiar with is that snl sketch dear sister bc she used to love the o.c. which inspired it so have that. keysmash

WANTED CONNECTIONS

alrigHT this is not to toot my own horn bc Yikes ! MXALDKS but i’m best at brainstorming and rambling when it comes to connections but will try to add some general ones to this part later or tomorrow as in monday bc it’s already past 3am n i’m [ madison beer vc ] dead.

#⊱ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇss ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ┊ ooc.#gem:intro #this took an hour n isn't even as long as my usual intros .. i hate memeself.#also pls donut mind me being a flop and not being able to like intros / replying to starters till later

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bloodsweatandcum-blog1 · 7 years

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No Talking

Genre: Smut (18+ pls), BDSM

Charcters: Tao X Reader

Summary: I don’t even know man its just sex no plot line. Tao is a dom. He wears a suit.

Authors Note: Hiiiiiiii. This is my first fanfic ever so I appreciate any advice and stuff. ^u^

"Zitao!" you screamed your tall boyfriend threw you over his shoulders.

"Shut up slut!" He slapped your ass that was right next to his ear. You squealed and giggled at the same time. He'd never been like this before. Sure, he had always been a dom, but he'd always held back just a little. Tonight, you could feel that he was not going to leave anything out. You were going to get everything. "Tonight, you don't get to talk, got it?" He gritted his teeth as he spoke.

He slammed you onto the bed. He looked at your for just a few seconds and smirked at his plans for you. His eyes were so mischievous, and you couldn't stifle a giggle. You propped yourself up on your elbows, giving him your most innocent smile.

"Y/N, you whore. Do you really think that is going to phase me?" He laughed at you. Having not been home for a while (being on a world tour takes some time), Zitao had worried you'd forgotten who you belonged to. He bent down and ripped, actually ripped your shirt off of you revealing your black panty set. You gasped at the sudden exposure. He held the two pieces of cloth in his hands and shrugged.

"Oops, might as well make something useful out of these." He grabbed your wrists and dragged you to the head board. Your mouth watered as you watched him, fully clothed still, securing you to the side of the headboard with what used to be your favorite shirt. You flashed him a pout.

"Every time you cum for daddy, I'll take something off. Ok baby girl, how does that sound?" His tone had switched from anger to sympathy, tricking you, as he'd hoped, into speaking.

"Yes daddy." He clicked his tongue at you disapprovingly.

"Did I say you could talk?" Your eyes widened in excitement as well as a bit of fear. You frantically nodded your head no. "Now you've been bad in the past baby girl, I'm gonna have to do something about this." He was reaching underneath you to take off your bra, and threw it to the side. "I have to discipline you sweetie, or else you'll never learn." He reached under your ass and hooked his thumbs into your red panties, pausing for just a second too let you breathe. With a swift and rough motion he brought the cloth from your waist down to your feet and then shoved them into your mouth. "This should keep you quiet." He smirked and gave your already red ass cheeks another slap from the sides. He got up for a second and took in your new form. Now his mouth was watering with desire.

"Are you ready Y/N?" You nodded your head in response. He knelt down on the other side of the bed, maintaining eye contact with you. His hands pushed your thighs away from one another, staying by your knees as he did so. Once they were apart enough for easy access, he slid his hands up your thighs, and squared them around your womanhood, almost making a picture frame. He smiled to himself. He gave your thighs a loud smack coaxing a muffled whimper from your throat. You wanted him to touch you so bad. He licked his lips once and then dove in. His tongue drew stripes over your pussy before it flattened against your clit, harshly rubbing and sucking on it. You could have sworn you'd felt teeth at one point. It didn't take long for the feeling of pure ecstasy to wash over you, leaving Zitao in between your legs, taking in every bit of your orgasm.

"Awww. Nice job baby girl. That’s number one," he complimented your achievement as he took off only his suit jacket. He still had a shirt, pants, and boxers left to go. You breathed heavily as you watched him. A bulge had grown in his pants, and you wanted it so bad. He threw his jacket on the floor somewhere and immediately returned to between your legs.

This time he used his fingers, although occasional kisses were placed on your body. He started off only teasing you, barely dipping his fingers into your entrance. Eventually, he finally put one finger in, causing you to buck your hips up, needing more, needing him to move. His other hand pushed down on your stomach to keep you still; all you could do was whine and moan. His second finger came into you, which perpetuated an even louder moan, stifled by the panties in your mouth. He stayed still, as if waiting for you to adjust, but you knew he was just doing it to spite you. He brought your chin up so you had to look at him, and not at what his fingers were doing to you. Without warning, he slid a third finger into your cunt, filling you up completely. You were in pieces under his touch. His thumb reached up to your clit and the simple touch drove you mad. You completely forgot about the rules he had set in the beginning, so this time when you moaned, a stifled "Daddy please move," came out of your mouth.

"Fucking whore, you really haven't learned your lesson, have you?" His eyes were filled with lust as the hand holding your jaw moved down to slap your wet cunt. You screamed from both pleasure and pain, as he continued manhandling your womanhood. Finally beginning to pump his hand in and out of you once you started whimpering; his free hand found hold on your throat. Pretty soon, that previous feeling of euphoria was running through you, and you'd released all over Tao's hand. He replaced the panties in your mouth with his fingers.

"Suck you slut, like you mean it." You sucked on the three fingers as if your life depended on it while he used his other hand to unbutton his shirt. His body was even better than you remembered. Once his fingers were cleaned by your mouth, he switched them out with your underwear again.

At this point, you were exhausted, but he still had his pants and his underwear on. All you wanted to do was please him since he hadn't seen you in so long, so had to keep going. He brought you to sit on your calves folded underneath your thighs, but kept your legs spread open. He put his hands on your thighs and looked you straight in your eyes, massaging you legs and whispered "Ride my thigh baby girl," His tone switching again, making you moan, both out of tiredness and attraction. Your clit was still so sensitive from the last two orgasms you had. Your arms remained tied to the head board, so it took you some stretching to straddle yourself above his leg. "Give me a reason to take these pants off," he practically growled as he slapped your ass hovering above him, balancing on your toes.

Your arms were stretched out behind you, creating an arch in your back that made you look so delicious to Zitao. He moved his hands down the curve now created in your spine until he got to your ass and groped both cheeks. After establishing dominance on your hips, he lowered you down onto his clothed leg. You whimpered at the contact, your clit was incredibly over stimulated, and this wasn't helping. He smacked your butt, indicating to you that it was time to move. Your hips rolled back and forth over his thigh, but it wasn't enough after the three fingers stretched you. You needed something to fill you up. To compensate, you stared at the bulge straining to escape his pants and tried to imaging that’s what you were riding instead of his leg. It helped. Your boyfriend's hands roamed all over your body, grabbing at your tits greedily and somewhat painfully, but it felt amazing. Incredibly desperate, you stretched further away from the headboard in attempt to get your naked slit onto his clothed erection. At the first contact you felt yourself start to let go. You continued moving your body back and forth over his pants, over his covered member as he now started moaning along with you. His deep and beautiful sounds encouraged you to cum. Your juices fell all over his pants as your third orgasm of the night took over your body, causing your back to contort into the most extreme position. Tao laid kisses all over your convulsing form, hands gliding over your skin.

You were panting heavily as he removed you from his thigh, or rather his crotch. He looked down at his pants and saw that they were soaked with your essence and smiled. He unbuckled the belt that was holding them up and kept it on the nightstand next to your bed and then removed his pants. His boxer shorts were plain black, and he looked so fucking hot almost naked. There was only one more piece of clothing to go before you could finally please him, and maybe then take a break. Your hair was sticking to your face from the sweat that was running down your entire body, and your body was sore from Tao's harsh groping as well as the intense cardio you'd just done. He noticed you smiling at his almost naked form and responded "Do you think Daddy looks good? Hm?" You were careful this time, remembering not speak. You nodded your head hungrily, practically begging for him with your eyes. "Do you want Daddy's cock inside you?" You nodded again, pretty much drooling due to your mouth being stuffed. He came and sat on the bed next to you, you still sitting on your calves with your arms suspended behind you with your pussy on display for him. "What a fucking slut you are, so desperate for my dick." He slapped your cunt making you whimper. "You better fucking earn the right to look at my hard cock bitch. You can cum on your own now." He smirked at your widening eyes. How the fuck am I supposed to do that! You screamed both out loud and in your head with frustration.

"Go ahead." He moved over to the front of the bed and laid on his side. His elbow rested on the sheets and supported his head as he watched you trying desperately to figure out how to do this.

For your first attempt, you tried to cause friction by rubbing your thighs together. You readjusted your legs and laid them down flat on the sheets. He watched as you wriggled in front of him, your legs pushing themselves together so desperately, and your hands pulling so hard on your restraints that just wouldn't budge. It was causing some feeling but it just wasn't fast enough.

For your second attempt, you tried spreading your legs over the side of the bed. One of your legs could reach the ground and the other was bent over the sheets. This felt like it would work better. You started riding the corner of the mattress like you rode Tao's thigh just moments ago. Instantly, you felt a tingling sensation in your lower body. But Tao got up and began yelling at you, "I didn't say you could use the bed bitch. You're not being very obedient." He lifted you up about an inch so your pussy was no longer in contact with anything. He turned you around so you were now facing the head board you were attached to and brought you up on your knees. You couldn't see what he was doing, but you hoped he was going to stop his antics and just fuck you already. Instead you heard him open the closet door and rummage around. You strained your neck back to see what he was doing as he emerged with a small black box, a box you knew was filled with the toy you had bought to surprise him a few months ago for his birthday. (He'd been delighted by the way.) But now was not the time, you just weren't mentally prepared for this kind of foreplay. You yelled into the cloth in your mouth, making your stance clear on this box.

He ignored you.

Instead, he brought out a thin black whip. It was small, but you remembered the stinging. Although it wasn't a lot, it teased you. It always brought you to pieces, but never let you cum. He placed the box on the other side of the bed and walked back over to you. He loomed over your messy form. The whip caressed you, starting at your wrists that hovered in front of you. It made glided down your arms and traced your jaw; it traveled down your back and then teased your slit, sliding down it only once. You twitched ever so slightly, trying to resist the desperation you were feeling. Tao smiled although you couldn't see it. The whip came back from its short journey at your crotch and continued down your butt and your legs. When he reached the end of your body, he finally lifted the whip off of you. You let out a breath that you'd been holding. He hadn't used it anywhere and you were naively relieved. Your back relaxed and slumped a little. You breathed freely.

Then you could here the air moving around the leather clad whip as it came down with a crack on your feet. You lurched forward in surprise and a groan escaped your throat. He began caressing you again, this time traveling up your body. Again, the whip came down on the back of your thigh this time, a little harder too. It moved to your butt, and once again, he came down on you. You pictured the temporary red marks he was leaving on your body with his toy. He continued on your back side, not excluding your actual back and shoulders, even visiting your arms and wrists for a brief moment. Your abs were shaking from holding yourself up for so long, but you couldn't let your body move. He began tracing the whip on your chin again, but didn't use it there. Instead he moved down your neck you breasts, where he spent a generous amount of time tracing the shape of them, circling around your nipples before he would deliver a blow. You were a mess, and all you could do was feel your womanhood drip as he continued down your stomach now, giving a small flick to your belly button.

Now he was at your pussy. Like the first time he was here, he began with sliding down it down from your clit, which had you shuddering, all the way up to your opening. He stayed there for a bit, waiting for you to get used to the feeling of it being there. Once you'd calmed down a bit, he gave it slap and you sucked in a huge breath. He rubbed where he struck you with the leather, which did everything but soothe the area, and then repeated the action twice. At this you finally let a muffled noise out. He moved up now, dipping slightly into your folds until he reached your clit. He flicked the whip harder than he'd done anywhere else and you thought you would cry, yet you were so aroused you didn't want him to stop. He continued until he counted ten times in his head. He slid the whip that was now covered in your arousal up your torso leaving behind a trail of your own liquid on your stomach up to your jaw. After tracing it one last time, mesmerized by your beauty in your current state, he slid the whip between your lips and you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, to take your punishment fully. You stared into his eyes, making them as big as you could while he wiped his tool on your muscle. When he was ready to leave he treated your tongue to a small pat and retreated, leaving the whip within his reach.

"Are you going to break the rules again baby girl?" His tone softened since he'd seen the tears forming at the corners of your eyes, but his dick did the opposite. You shook your head no. "Good, now cum for Daddy, and do it right." You went back to doing it the old fashioned way, crossing your legs and squeezing them together. You looked directly at Zitao this time who had returned to his place on the bed. You glanced over his almost naked body: his arms were defined, his abs were prominent, and his dick was creating a giant tent in his boxers. After looking at him, you started to feel a tingling sensation again. He noticed your gaze, and his hand followed it. He palmed him erection over his shorts, causing the slightest bit of relief for himself. He moaned incredibly loud, definitely exaggerating, but doing you a favor. You watched your boyfriend continue to palm himself lightly over his pants as you continued rubbing and squeezing your thighs. Oh my god, I'm actually gonna cum like this you thought to yourself. In between your moans, you could here his. Your eyes were locked on his body, which was now working up a sweat. God, he is a specimen. Your breathing hitched as you reached the edge after a long five minutes of wriggling your body to achieve any possible amount of friction. He noticed, and that’s when he made the most unbreakable eye contact with you. He licked his lips, still rubbing himself. "Y/N." Your body became uncontrollable as you reached your fourth peak of the night, the feeling taking over your body and reaching all parts of you. The sheets were now a mess, and so were you.

Tao got off the bed and tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ears. "That's my girl," he complimented you making you feel proud of yourself inside as he placed a small kiss on your forehead. You looked at him expectantly as he started moving his boxers down. Your jaw dropped and your mouth watered as you stared at his dick, so hard that it sprung right up to his stomach.

"Congrats slut, you got me naked. Now, we can start." His smirk alone could have you moaning, but you controlled yourself the best you could.

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