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“Inside we both know what’s been going on. We know the game and we’re gonna play it.”
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@vibechronicles liked this for a lyrical starter.
“Inside we both know what’s been going on. We know the game and we’re gonna play it.”
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It’s exactly as the lights are flipped on in the lab that he spins the chair around to face the door––just like something out of some mafia film––posture one of being perfectly at ease. When his eyes settle with their usual unnerving sharpness on the new arrival to the room, a smirk appears.
“Ah. Cisco,” he greets, his smirk only broadening. He had planned for any of the others appearing, of course, but had hoped that it would be Cisco who arrived at the lab first that morning.
He leans back even further into his confiscated chair and rests his elbows on the arms, steepling his fingers.
“ J u s t the person I wanted to see. Why don’t you take a seat?”
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intimacy | not accepting 41. bathing and taking care of hygiene together
It was a bit of a tight squeeze, getting the both of them in the tub of Len’s apartment, but they made it work. Warm water filled what little space lay between them, with Cisco’s back pressed flush against Len’s chest and Len’s legs spread comfortably around him.
The functionality of it was ... debatable. Neither of them was really taking any great pains to get clean. It was more about unwinding, about letting the tension ease from their muscles and melt away in the hot bathwater. And having Cisco so close wasn’t exactly a hardship.
“You still with me, Cisco?” he asked, brushing Cisco’s damp hair out of the way so he could kiss the junction of his shoulder. “I’d hate to think I was boring you.”
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Hartley hadn’t been surprised to have been sorted into Slytherin... what had surprised him... is that he’d had a choice in the matter. The Hat had spoken to him, whispering in his ear about Ravenclaw and how it might suit him better... but he was a Rathaway; a pureblood from a long line of Slytherins. What choice did he really have in the matter?
Still, it was his third year now... and he’d been officially disowned last summer. The headmaster had permitted him to live on school grounds, as he had nowhere else to go... but he had a keen feeling he had the Slytherin House’s own Professor Eobard Thawne to thank for pleading his case.
Now, however... the Potions Master had paired him with a younger student for tutoring. The student had moved up the ranks, and as Hartley himself was an accelerated student, it had been natural... that said...
“Are you a complete moron?” Hartley looked at the other with an annoyed expression. “Really, why they moved you up, is truly beyond my comprehension.”
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“I’ll give you one guess why you’re here.”
Mick hadn’t been exactly careful in his acquisition of the geek, but it wasn’t his fault knocking people out was always easier than talking to them. Sitting across from him at the beat-up little table, Mick dropped his gun on top, nothing more than a beat up shell, and smirked.
“You fix her up, and we call it square.”
*absently doodles molecular speed equations in longhand along your back* *suddenly starts getting into it and doing actual calculus to confirm a sudden theory*
It’s soothing.
The felt pressed against his back, the sound of Cisco murmuring as he worked. With his eyes closed, Barry could almost follow along with the equation, even if his knowledge of it was spotty at best.
He feels the shift. When Cisco’s left hand stops sweeping idly down his side, when his breathing hitches and his entire body leans into the work. With his eyes closed, he hears the whispers of the sheets as his fingers curl into loose fists.
When the pen is capped and the ink is suitably dry, Barry turns onto his back, careful not to unseat Cisco in the process. Hands warmed by the sheets and his intentions smooth along the line of his arms until they can curl in Cisco’s hair and draw him down into a slow, lazy kiss.
Barry asks did you figure it out, but he doesn’t want for an answer. Doesn’t want to. Not if it means pulling away from that perfect mouth.
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Unfortunately, I don’t know them all that well OOC! But the few times we’ve talked, they’ve seemed cool as hell!
NOW LET ME TALK ABOUT CISCO.
Cisco is not a character that gets a lot of love or play on tumblr, so I was so excited to find one that was active!
Then they just had to go and be a great writer, which wonderful depth. I am always, always excited to see asks get answered, because they have such a way with headcanon posts that I’m always in love.
Dialogue is on point, everything is on point.
GO CHECK THEM OUT.