#and barry's about to let himself fall back in cisco's lap

[elfwoodfae]

Ima need you to write something filthy about Harry after he discovers y/n's erotic friend fiction about the team and learn what she really thinks about him.

Love, some one anonymous and your biggest fan

“Hurtful Lies” Harrison “Harry” Wells x reader

Author’s note: HUGE thank you to @wintersire for coming through and helping me keep Harry in character and help me edit and put together this story, honestly couldn’t have done it without her. Also I know is not exactly what you asked for but I could stop myself from the angst, I truly hope you like it. I loved writing it. I cried too while doing it.

WARNING: SMUT, ANSGT.

Gif credits to the owner, I found it on google.

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“Oh Harrison,” You moaned in his ear as he held you up against the wall, your legs tangled around his waist.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” He whispered, his hands going up your back and ripping open the fabric of your dress. His lips found yours, his teeth catching your bottom one, tugging on it for you to open your mouth.

His hand went down the curve of your ass to the inside of your thigh, feeling the heat coming from you.

“Every night since I met you I have dreamed about this moment, I've touched myself thinking of you, I adore you, everything about you.” You proclaimed against his mouth. He kissed you fiercely in response, savoring you.

You typed furiously into your computer, not wanting to lose the inspiration you had. This was your hobby, or more or less your practice into becoming a writer, and what better way to do it than writing about the center of your affections. Harrison Wells. Or more accurately, Earth 2 Harrison Wells. You had developed a hard crush on the man, everything about him drove you crazy, his hands, his hair, his lips, his back, and oh God did you wonder what was inside those pants; maybe that’s why he always wore them so baggy.

You could almost say it was an obsession at this point. At night, when you were alone, he was who you would think of while touching yourself, moaning his name. You wanted him so bad. It's gotten to the point where you would do anything for him, as scared as that thought made you.

Taking a break from typing and stretching your fingers, you leaned back to look at the screen and read over your writing. You wondered how long you've been writing for; it seemed like no time at all. When you catch the time you let out a curse. It was almost 8. and Cisco had insisted you all go out as a team for a very deserved family dinner at Barry’s place.

Saving the document and getting up from the computer you went over to your room, getting dressed up. While you readied yourself you heard a breach opening in your living room; Cisco was here to get you.

“I will be out in a minute! Get comfy.” You called out while struggling to fix the dress to make your breasts look more appetizing. Obviously you doubted Harry would notice, but at least you could dream he would. You had chosen a short float dress with an open back and low neckline, perfect for indiscreet kisses and flirty hands.

Back in the living room Cisco was moving through the apartment to get to the kitchen, leaving Harry, who had unexpectedly come with him, alone; something you were unaware of. The screen of your computer illuminated as a email notification appeared, catching Harry’s attention. He looked over and as he was about to dismiss it something called his attention back to it.

His name was written on whatever you were working on, moving towards it slowly he started to read it over, his eyes widening with every word he read. Just as he was about to scroll down the page the clicking of your heels could be heard, making him smack the screen down to hide what he was doing.

Trying to act normal he turned around, hiding his face from you and the blush softly creeping on it.

“Oh Harry, I didn’t know you had come with Cisco,” you said, looking at his back.

“He would take too long otherwise,” he grunted, unable to look you in the eye. His gaze stayed on your neck, trying to distract himself, but that was a mistake as he could see the way the dress hugged your body from his peripheral view. Memories of what you had written came to his mind as he wondered what it would feel like to run his hands up your back and take that dress off of you.

Clearing his throat he had to turn back around, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants to try and hide something else triggered by the thought.

You took in his appearance. You don’t think you had ever seen him this formal, and for a moment he reminded you exactly of Thawne the night of the accelerator launch; his white shirt with a blazer on top, the first buttons open to show his skin, his black pants, and his hair; a little shorter and sharper on the sides. You wondered if this is what he looked like most of the time on his Earth; before zoom, when he was less worried about everything.

Cisco came back just in time from the kitchen, hurrying all of you into a breach to make it to Barry’s on time.

After the drinks started flowing, so did the good feelings; the atmosphere was joyful, everyone was having a good time, even Harry seemed relaxed in his own way.

As the night progressed and all of you sat around the living room, Caitlin asked about your project. She knew you had been working on a few pieces for a literature portfolio you had been building.

“Well I have been working on this piece I’m really excited about.” You said, causing Harry to suddenly choke on his drink.

“You good?” Cisco nudged him.

“Yeah yeah I’m just, I’m going to get some air,” he whispered getting up with his drink and walking over to the balcony.

Maybe it was the liquid courage the alcohol provided, or the fact that fate liked to play with you, but you suddenly felt brave enough to walk after him. You excused yourself quietly before following him into the cool night air.

“Hey,” you gently touched his shoulder. “Is everything okay?” You asked him with a kind smile. The one you always saved for him.

“Yeah, yeah, it's just a little crowded in there.” He lamely excused.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I’ll be leaving soon, I think I had one too many drinks, I’ll ask Cisco to breach me.” You said as you turned around, ready to leave, but right before you went through the door his hand stopped you, grabbing your arm delicately.

“I can walk you, I’m leaving too.” He said. He was regretting this as the words were leaving his mouth but it was already too late, you had smiled at him and nodded, letting him know you were getting your purse and saying your goodbyes. He didn’t know where this had come from, certainly not from his common sense as he knew he shouldn’t be giving you any hopes after what he had read in your computer, but he couldn’t help it, the alcohol in his system made him think slower and not very clearly.

The walk home was quiet, only making small talk between you both. He didn’t know why he had offered to walk you, Cisco could have breached you easily. Once you made it to your door you turned around, facing him.

“Hey,” you started, trying to find a way to phrase what you wanted to ask him. This may after all be your only chance at this.

“Do you want to come in for a drink?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He shouldn’t stay, he should have said no and leave, he wasn’t thinking clearly and the consequences would prove to be devastating.

He nodded, too afraid of speaking and his words betraying him. He followed you inside, settling in the couch while you went to get some alcohol from the kitchen.

Serving him and yourself a drink you both settle on simple conversation, laughing and every once in a while you could see the way his eyes would fall to your lips.

Finishing your drinks, silence fell over you both, neither sure of what was supposed to happen, but the tension could be felt in the air. Softly, you moved closer to him, your hand finding his thigh as you leaned over him. He was studying you, his eyes on your lips. Slowly you touched his face, your lips connecting with his in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, his hands moving to the back of your neck as if by instinct, his lips pressed harder to yours, his teeth grazing your bottom one, prompting you to open your mouth. He had forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone else. His hands traveled down your back, feeling the soft skin of your back exposed by the dress. You moved to his lap, removing his blazer and playing with the buttons of his white shirt.

In a silent agreement you both decided to move this to the bedroom, you got up, offering him your hand for him to take and follow you. Once inside you turned around, kissing him again as you moved backwards towards the bed. His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, opening it and letting it fall of your form. There you stood, naked in front of him, only in your panties as you bit your lip, you looked absolutely stunning in his eyes.

He knew the only way he was being able to go through with this was because of the amount of alcohol in his system, and as he moved his hands to your waist to lean you back in the bed, kissing you, his breathing started to quicken. Heat spreading from the back of his neck to his shoulders. He was loosing focus on what he was doing.

Your hands moved to his pants, unbuckling them, opening the button of them and pushing them down, but the moment your hand touched his cock he lost it, he couldn’t do it. He started to panic, images of Tess came to his mind and his mind screamed at him that this was a betrayal to her memory.

Moving away from you quickly he turned around, trying to get himself back in his pants again.

“Harry?” You softly asked him, sitting up and covering yourself with the duvet.

“Hey it’s okay,” you tried again when he didn’t reply, noticing the way his breathing had quickened and he seemed to be panicking. Understanding came over you; he was probably nervous. You assumed he hasn’t been with anyone physically since his wife passed away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you try again, touching his arm to reassure him, but the moment your skin touches his he flinched away from you.

“Don’t touch me” he says, getting up from the bed, his breathing quickening. He hasn't felt this way since Jessie was taken; the weight on his chest getting heavier every second he remained in your bedroom. He couldn’t explain why, but this sense of panic rose the moment he saw your face fall at him flinching away from you.

“Hey calm down, it's okay. I understand if you need time,” you began but he interrupted you with a breathy scoff. He was in a panic state now; he couldn’t think clearly anymore, he knew you knew what was happening to him, and somehow that show of weakness made the whole situation worse.

“What could you possibly understand, you're just a selfish brat. I don’t need you whoring yourself to me like you did to Thawne.” He spits quickly, not looking at you. He knew that seeing your face would be his last straw.

Your own panic becomes evident in the way your breathing changes. Tears pool in your eyes, so heavy that they start to fall without your consent. The hurt, the humiliation and embarrassment you feel at his words are obvious, how did he know what had happened with Thawne?

His panic dulls once his pants are securely covering him once more, clearing his head enough to allow him to process what he just said to you. He turns toward you, that feeling building once more but for a completely different reason this time. He shouldn’t have said that, he fucked up completely now. A sharp pain tugs at him the moment he sees your face; he went too far.

“No, y/n, I am,” he begins to say, he needs to fix this before is too late, but you close your eyes, whispering a quiet “get out”. When you open your eyes again, he is still there. He tries to reach for you but you dodge him, taking the blanket with you to the bathroom.

He tries to talk to you, to apologize, but by the way he can hear your sobbing from behind the closed door he knows there is nothing he can say to fix this, at least not now.

You stayed in the bathroom, sitting on the floor behind the door with your blankets around you until you heard the front door close, proving that he had indeed left.

How could he had done that to you? You had trusted him, you had trusted Harry to be different. You had never thought he could be so cruel, but once again you had been proven wrong and were hurt by two men wearing the same face.

Harry looks for you the next day. He needs to apologize, he needs to fix this because he can’t deal with the pain and guilt he is feeling now. He storms through the lab but he can’t find you. Eventually Ramon gets there, who informs him that you didn’t come today.

Harry seems to be in a even worse mood than before, yelling at everyone and throwing things every once in a while, a behavior he had overcome in his time on this earth.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you?” Cisco questions him, finally having been able to catch him.

He hesitates, unsure if telling Ramon what happened was the best idea but with how bad he screwed up he may need all the help he can get at fixing this.

“I, I made a mistake” he whispers, facing the white board he was writing on.

“Last night I walked y/n home, and we had a couple drinks and one thing led to another,” he says, fixing his glasses as he is unsure of how to continue.

“And” Cisco pushes.

“And we kissed and then I panicked, and I,” he sighs.

“Harry its okay." Cisco tries, but Harry doesn't face him. "Look, I am sure she didn’t take it personally.” Cisco stands and reaches out to pat his shoulder, trying to help Harry, but when he touched his arm he saw exactly what Harry said; he saw what happened, the way his words had affected you. He knew Harry had a temper but he never expected for him to be capable of being so hurtful, especially to you, who had been nothing but kind and understanding to him.

“Oh no Harry, what did you do?” Cisco quickly says, fear evident in his voice.

“What?” Harry says, turning to look at him.

“How could you had say that to her? How do you even know about Thawne?” Cisco demands, anger evident in his voice.

“I panicked Ramon, I wasn’t thinking when I said it.” He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.

“I heard Barry talking about Thawne and he mentioned that he and y/n were seeing each other.”

“That’s not the worst part Harry, we never talk about what happened not because of him but because of her too.” Cisco begins, he takes in a breath before continuing.

“Barry and y/n were closer back then, they were always together, but when Barry found out about Thawne, he also found out that y/n and him had a relationship, he instantly thought that she knew who he was and he never gave her a chance to explain,” he sighs, his eyes lost in the memories of that day.

“He was going to lock her in the pipeline with him, but Joe stopped him. Thawne had told her that she had been nothing but a distraction and a way for him to have fun, that he had never loved her. Barry was sure she had betrayed the team as well and when she was trying to explain he called her a desperate slut and accused her of not caring that he was a murderer." Cisco looks to the side, lost in the memory. "I still remember her face, the tears and how Joe had to intercept because he had crossed the line. After he locked her up, Thawne confessed that y/n was innocent, that she never knew who or what his intentions were.” Cisco proceeded explaining, making Harry only feel worse and worse by the second.

“Even when Barry apologized and she explained everything they never recovered, they never were as close as before and the team was not the same after that.” Cisco finished. God had he screwed up.

“I need to fix this Ramon,” Harry said, rubbing his forehead.

“I don’t honestly think you can do anything to fix this. I’m sorry Harry, but I think you can only give it time.” He said.

As the week progressed you had manage to avoid Harry at all costs, working on a lab far away from the cortex and completely opposite from him. You had expected to feel better by now, but his insult had only revived the memories buried in your mind, every time you looked at him now you could only see the original Wells, you could only see Thawne because the difference between both in your head had been completely erased after that night.

It took a week for Harry to finally corner you; he knew you were avoiding him, and he was trying to give you space, at least the first few days but every time you seemed to get a glance of his presence you would flee. He knew he deserved it.

When you made it home that night, after changing and settling down on the sofa you tried to relax, in all honesty the anxiety of the whole situation had made you too tense and too anxious to even be able to properly function that week.

As you switched between channels trying to distract yourself, you heard the telltale signs of a breach opening behind your couch. Cisco knew what had happened, he had hugged you as you cried that first day back after the incident.

“Cisco I am fine, I will be fine in a couple days” you added without looking back.

“It’s not Cisco” his raspy voice said, almost in a whisper and you instantly froze, not wanting to see him.

He noticed the way you tensed, how you wouldn’t turn around to see him.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, tears threatening to fall.

“Please let me fix this, I am so sorry,” he began.

You looked at him, and as he took a step closer to you, you flinched away. He could see the fear in your eyes and that only hurt him more, he knew he deserved this, how could he blame you? He was wearing the same face as the man who once hurt you the same way he had done, in your eyes there was no difference between himself and Thawne.

He moved closer, slower this time, afraid to scare you away.

“I am so sorry,” he said again, trying to find the right words to make you understand that he hadn’t meant it.

“The other night, I, I panicked, I,” he couldn’t explain himself. Eventually he gave up and sat on the edge of the couch, giving you a wide berth. He took a deep breath.

“Her name was Tess,” he begins, closing his eyes at the tears he knows are coming.

“I know you know of her from the other one, but she was mine. My amazing, beautiful wife.” You only looked at him, allowing him to explain himself.

“When Jessie was 5, Tess got sick. We couldn’t figure out what was happening, she only lasted a couple more months.” He had removed his glasses by now, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

“After she died I became a bitter man; I was angry and broken. I couldn’t rebuild my life without her.” He continued, his eyes focus on the memories.

“That night, was, that night was the first time since her that I had allowed myself to be with someone, and the moment you touched me I panicked, my mind screaming that I was betraying her.” He finished.

You could see the pain in his eyes, the way the tears fell down his cheeks. You had never seen Harry so vulnerable.

Now you felt sorry for him; you could understand his panic.

“I know that’s not an excuse for what I said or how I treated you and I’m not asking you to forgive me but I needed to explain to you. I owed you that much.” He finished.

“Harry,” you began, trying to clean your face from your own tears.

“Harry I forgive you, I just,” you continued, looking up to clear your eyes of the tears trying to fall again.

“If you didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about you, you could have told me,” you said.

“That’s the thing, I have dreamt of you since the day I met you, I have wished to be able to move forward but I’m stuck, guilt eating me alive.” He said.

If there was ever any doubt in your mind of Harry being the same as his evil doppelgänger it was gone now. This man had suffered so much, he deserved to be happy and after finding someone who could help him he had locked himself away.

Standing up, you moved in front of where he was sitting, tangling your hands in his hair and bringing his face to your stomach, hugging him. His puppy eyes watched your every move, his hands instantly went around your waist, holding you, allowing himself to feel you.

“Harry, I know that you loved her very much, and I could never pretend or try to replace that love you had for her,” you began, trying to phrase what you wanted him to understand.

“Harry, she would want you to be happy, to keep living.” You said, rubbing your fingers softly through his hair.

“Your mind is lying to you, this is not a betrayal, you could never betray that love” you finished.

You felt him nod his head, still hugging you. His hands tightening around you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, letting him process your words.

His hand moved tangled in your shirt, pulling you down to his lap, allowing him to hug you closer, your arms went around his neck as he held you, burying his face in your hair.

“Would you give me a second chance?” He whispered against your skin, he needed to move on, to show you how much he cared for you.

“Harry, I” you began, scare that if you did he would hurt you again, you wouldn’t be able to get over that if it happened again.

“Please y/n, I need to show you how much you mean to me, please” he begged you, planting a soft kiss to the side of your neck.

“Only if you are sure you want to go through with this, to see where it could lead us” you told him, aware of the risk you were taking.

“I am” he confirmed, his hands running up your back.

Your own hands tangled again in his hair, pulling him to you, your lips connecting, softer this time, slower, he was taking his time exploring your mouth. You broke away from the kiss, looking at him while removing his glasses and putting them aside, leaning back down to kiss him.

His hand went under your shirt, caressing your back, feeling the soft skin as his kisses became hungrier. He moved his mouth across your jawline, delivering soft kisses and moving down your neck, obtaining a few sighs from you, his lips leaving a trail of open mouth kisses.

He got up slowly, tangling your legs around his waist he moved you both to your bedroom. Leaving you back down against the bed, removing his jacket before lowering himself on top of you.

This time his mind was clear, his only focus was you. To show you how much he wanted you and needed you. His hands found the hem of your shirt, looking at you for consent before removing it. He took the time to admire you, looking at every detail of your skin. He lowered himself, kissing your neck, the top of your breast as his hands ran up your waist, squeezing slightly before moving to your breast, caressing them and feeling the softness of them.

Your hands removed his shirt, aching to feel him bare against your skin. You moved your hands to his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tensed and how they relaxed when you moved your hands down his back, his kisses trailed up back to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while his hand moved to caress your leg, running up your thigh to your ass, squeezing it and feeling how your body reacted to his touches.

Your hands moved to his pants, opening them but leaving them like that, giving him the option to remove them himself whenever he felt ready.

His hands found the hem of your underwear, once again he looked at you, wanting to make sure you still wanted this, you nodded while he removed them, his hand trailing back up to feel you, feel how soft you were and how wet he was making you. He groaned once his hand connected to your center, feeling the slickness covering his fingers as he moved them across your entrance, he love the way you moaned for him, throwing your head back. He buried his face in your neck at the same time his finger moved inside of you, opening you up for him. You gripped his hair as his lips sucked a mark onto your skin. Soon after another finger found its way inside of you; he was getting you ready. He curled them inside, making a long moan fall out of you as your eyes rolled back in your head. He could feel the way you pulled him in, how you squeezed him and dripped on his fingers. He moved them faster, grinding his palm onto your clit, drawing an orgasm out of you. He wanted you to come first, knowing that he wouldn’t last long.

He felt you tightening around his fingers, as you lifted yourself on your elbows, coming while moaning into his mouth.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking in the face you made for him, the way your eyes looked up at him half lidded and your teeth caught your lips to stop the moans from coming out. He adored the way you looked, how warm you felt against him.

He quickly pulled his pants down along with his underwear, letting his cock free. He grabbed it, feeling it throbbing in his hand, the head moist from the precum that had leaked out.

He stroked himself a few times before moving the head against your entrance. His arms trembling when he started to push in. He closed his eyes as he bottomed out, groaning against your skin as the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. He started to move slowly, lifting you to pull almost completely out before dropping you down again. He kissed your neck, biting softly at it, trying to distract himself to last a little longer. He doubted he would after so long. You felt so warm and divine around him. His pace quickened, hearing you moan while he grunted, feeling his orgasm building up. He was close, he could feel his muscles tingling and his cock ready to burst in you.

Your hands found his face, holding his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him as he started to come inside, having to break himself from your mouth to moan into the air. That was a sigh you never wanted to forget. He moved himself to rest against your chest, hiding his face in your neck and breathing you in while your hands played with his back. He hadn’t felt this calm, this content in such a long time. He loved the peace you brought him, and he promised himself that no matter what, he would never hurt you again, he would keep you safe, he would love you and cherish you for the rest of his days if you would have him.

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[squireofgeekdom]

Tagged by @shrinkthisviolet (thank you for the tag!!)

The theme for this weekend is Good Vibes! 😎 So we’re going to 3-2-1 style with your WIPs! What does that mean? For the number of WIPs you have, you’re going to start with sharing that number of sentences for the first one, drop by one for the next one, etc.

So FOR EXAMPLE: If I have 5 WIPs, then I’m going to share 5 sentences out of one of them, 4 sentences out of the next, 3 sentences out of the next, etc. GIVE US THOSE GOOD VIBES WITH ALL YOUR WIPs

Only have 1 WIP? Share that 1 sentence and be proud! Tag all your writing friends to send them lots of Good Vibes!

So I narrowed this down a little to fics that are in-progress enough that I have the fic document open, plus I’m smushing all the Believe AU wips into one because, well... they’re technically in one document, and for the last couple there’s little enough written that it would be hard to excerpt without being spoilery. XD So, by that metric, I have six. XD

6. Meet in the Middle (Transformers MTMTE, canon divergence AU, Driftrod, Chapter 20/26)

Drift catches the armored tentacles on his sword. He can feel them bearing down on him, just as he feels fiery strength coursing through him.

He sends lightning from his spark, racing down his sword and flinging the Quintesson back, giving him space - he readies himself to charge back, building up the momentum for a swing down - 

But the Quintesson is ready, the sword fall a glancing strike rather than a fatal blow, the blade tangled in armored tentacles that pull - 

Drift snarls, pulls out a shortsword and stabs as he is dragged closer, and the Quintesson laughs. 

“Oh, I felt that this time.”

5. with echoes in my heart (tell them I’m lost) (The Flash, Soulmark AU, S1 AU, Chapter 2/2)

“Clearly my hearing implant was glitching, because I thought I heard you say that Wells wants you to hand over the last tachyon prototype to STAR labs for safekeeping, because they have such a good safety track record.”

“No, you heard right.” 

“First of all, what the hell. Second, what the hell?!” 

Tina snorts with amusement.

4. In Spite Of The Uneven Odds (The Flash,  Fic 5/? in the Herobard AU)

“Did it work? Do you -”

A yellow-clad speedster races into the room, another charge held in his hands. He pulls back goggles to reveal - 

- Eobard Thawne. 

Cisco freezes. 

Barry is moving before Cisco can even register it, and then other Barry - Allen - moves too, blocking Barry from getting at Thawne.

3. Ghosts in Your Head, Ghosts in My Head (The Flash, Harry & Cisco (&Eobard) Pacific Rim AU)

Cisco snorts. “I feel bad for the sorry bastard they find to pilot with him.”

“Well, he’s not keen on jumping back into a Conn Pod.”

2. and I’m climbing over something / and I’m running through these walls (The Flash, fic 10/13? of the Believe AU)

Barry looks up and smiles, letting go of the brick. “I’m sure it’s just because I’ve got a good teacher.”

1. Running Laps (The Flash, Eobard & Cisco, S1-ish timeloop AU)

He would escape destiny on his own terms.

Tagging anyone who would like to - this was extremely fun! I hope the snippets are entertaining - my ask box is open for questions about any of my WIPs! (though I can’t promise the answer won’t be, in the words of neil gaiman, ‘wait and see’)

#writing meme #squire talks

[what-if-i-imagine]

count down to the day they may come true

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Chapter 1

Summery: 

Cisco had always been running from something. Every moment of his life he seemed to be running and he could never slow down or everything else would suddenly catch up with him. Running didn’t give Cisco hope like it did for Barry. He ran from his family, he even ran from his friends from time to time. One of the biggest things he found himself running from lately, was the one person he never believed he had to, because he was afraid to tell her the truth.

I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain

Drank with the devil and forgot my name

Woke with somebody when the morning came

No one there to shame me for my youth

Cisco had always been running from something. Every moment of his life he seemed to be running and he could never slow down or everything else would suddenly catch up with him.

He of course found this ironic, because Barry was the one who did the actual running. Any time they ran into an issue with a case, Barry would do laps around the precinct, or run all the way to Jitters and back. Barry said running kept his head clear, got him past anything standing in his way. Running gave him hope.

Running didn’t give Cisco hope. Then again he wasn’t running in the same way that Barry did. He was running because he was afraid, and that was it. He ran from his family, he even ran from his friends from time to time. One of the biggest things he found himself running from lately, was the one person he never believed he had to.

He hadn’t shown up for him and Lisa’s meet up at Jitters the week before. He hadn’t responded to any of her texts, returned any of her calls. He muted the chat she was in with him and deleted all of her voicemails without listening to them. It was impossible to avoid her, her brother Len was too close to Barry, and Mick was dating Caitlin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t really run from her. But somehow he still managed to never see her in person, he managed to perfectly ignore her and go on with his life like nothing had happened. Lisa didn’t stop trying, but no one brought it up to him so he just assumed she hadn’t told anyone.

Cisco avoided Saint and Sinners at all costs when he went out to drink. Caitlin had tried multiple times to convince him to go, but he had just redirected their group to a different bar with the excuse that Saints and Sinners wasn’t the most legal establishment and if Mick really wanted to join them he could join them at a respectable bar. Yeah, he would never get over the fact that Mick didn’t turn his face into a crater right then and there.

He drank to his heart’s content and his friends didn’t mention it. They never let him drink too much, but they didn’t stop him from numbing everything for the rest of the night. It started to rain outside and their small group managed to make it to the park across the street where they danced, and laughed, and pretended nothing really mattered. Ralph and Sue spun until they fell over into the soaking grass. Mick threw Caitlin over his shoulder as she laughed and lightly chided him that she had a skirt on. Len and Ray lightly bickered while Len ran his hand through Ray’s hair to get rid of the tangles. Eddie and Iris cuddled under the tree as Eddie tired to clean up her makeup that ran down her face while she giggled. Barry and Patty slow danced with their foreheads pressed together.

Cisco must have hated himself, he was sure of it. Because he watched his friends all happy with their partners and couldn’t help but imagine what he would be doing if Lisa were there.

Len had said she couldn’t make it because of a job she had to do out of town, so he imagined if she had gotten back to Central early. If she had gone drinking with them and ended up with them in the park, in the rain.

He could see them chasing each other around the park. Splashing around in puddles like they were children, turning swings over each other’s heads to drop all the water on them, then sitting in those swings together as they watched the rest of the group. Lisa would have brought a flask that she saved from them to pass back and forth until they finally had to head home. They would head home together to Cisco’s apartment and fall asleep on his couch without changing, then in the morning pretend that none of it had ever happened, if they could even remember it in the morning.

Cisco didn’t remember the rest of the night. All he knew was he woke up the next morning in Caitlin’s guest room to the murmbers of Mick’s voice, Caitlin- no, Khione’s laugh, and moving in the kitchen.

“Well look who finally decided to rejoin the land of the living,” Khione said dryly as he stumbled into the kitchen.

“Morning,” Mick said gruffly without looking away from the pancakes he was working on.

“How did I end up here?” Cisco asked.

“Hell if I know,” Khione shrugged.

“Cait didn’t trust you to get home on your own,” Mick answered. “Had me carry you here.”

“Thanks,” Cisco said carefully.

“Don’t mention it. Now eat your pancakes.”

Cisco watched Mick’s back from a moment while Khione started again about the new art exhibit Mick just had to take her to. When Mick told Khione it shounded like a good idea for date night Cisco finally turned to his food and started picking at it.

“You missed a call from Lisa while you were out by the way,” Khione told him later when they were cleaning up their dishes and he was getting ready to go. “She left a voicemail.”

“Thanks,” Cisco said. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“See you later,” Khione waved.

Cisco walked back home, deleting the voicemail from Lisa along the way and dismissing the notification that he had missed her call.

#willow writes #the flash cw #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #killer frost #mick rory #lisa snart #leonard snart #ray palmer #barry allen #vibe #flash

[president-zebra]

For If Only She Knew

Link to Ao3 Link

For @thatkillervibe

Caitlin stares at the monitor, her right hand hovering over the mouse.

“Ready to call it a night?” Iris asks, coming in from the med bay where Barry had been recovering from the latest meta attack. “I still have some things to finish up, but you go on ahead,” Caitlin says mid-yawn.

“You look pretty tired, are you sure you don’t want a ride home? Barry can’t run right now anyway, so we’re taking the car.” Iris reaffirms as Caitlin shakes her head but smiles at her friend. Iris nods and goes back into the med bay to fetch her sleeping husband.

“Yo, snow patrol!” Cisco shouts, making Caitlin jump slightly in her seat. “Whatcha working on?” Cisco continues, looking over her shoulder to get a better view of the monitor. Caitlin turns her head to look at him standing over her. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his forearms are very much visible. Caitlin gulps slightly.

“Uh, nothing, just finishing up running Barry’s scans, What about you?” She questions, averting her gaze back to her hands in her lap.

“I’m done for the night so I came up here to see if you were too. I can drive you home.” He tells her, spinning the chair around, so her body is facing his as she looks up at him.

“Hmm, what? Oh no that’s ok I have to wait for this to finish and then-”

“Caitlin, you’re stalling again. Come on, Cuddles and movie night, my place?” He questions with a smile. Caitlin feels her cheeks growing red at just the mention of cuddling. As if his arms are already wrapped around her as they fall asleep to the movie…

“Caitlin!” He repeats, slightly louder than before.

“What? You were saying a movie?” She replies, looking up at him as he makes his way around the console. He chuckles slightly. “You’re really out of it tonight. C’mon, let’s go home.” He smiles, coming back around to help her out of her chair. He holds out his palm which she appreciatively takes as he grabs her jacket from the back of her chair and holds it out for her to put her arms through.

“Ready?” He says, swinging his car keys on his finger. Caitlin watched as he takes a candy bar out of his pocket and tears off a piece and pops it in his mouth.

“Oh right, yeah let’s go.” She says. He holds out his arm, and she curls hers around his elbow as they walk toward the elevator.

“So, how was the mission?” Cisco asks her as she presses the button for the lobby. She looks down at her shoes. “Caitlin, you alright?” Cisco continues as she perks up at the mention of her name.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just had a long day, that’s all.” She stammers out and puts on a forced smile. She looks back down at her shoes as the elevator dings. They walk out and into the parking lot, where Cisco’s car is the last one there. He clicks the fob twice and the headlights beep on and off. Caitlin climbs into the passenger seat of Cisco’s Toyota corolla. Cisco gets in next to her and cautiously puts his hand on her knee.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” She looks in his direction and nods with a smile. He gives her a puzzled look as he puts the key into the ignition and twists it to turn on the car. He puts on his seatbelt and starts pulling out of the lot. Caitlin rests her head against the window and looks out at the streets of Central City. Couples on dates, teenagers hanging out in back alleys, the livelihood of the night being felt by all.

Cisco pulls into his parking space in the garage of his apartment building and checks to make sure he’s in the white lines. He looks over at Caitlin and sighs.

“C’mon snow patrol, time to go upstairs.” He says, nudging her shoulder slightly as she removes her head from the window. They get out of the car, heading toward the stairs as they make their way up to his floor. Cisco unlocks the door and lets Caitlin go in ahead of him.

“I haven’t been here in a while, did you redecorate?” Caitlin wonders as she puts her coat on the rack and starts to take off her heels.

“Um, yeah. Ever since Kamilla and I broke up I started putting more of my figurines up and I put my galaxy covers back on the bed. I bought a new couch a few weeks ago, I got tired of the yellow one.” Cisco responds, taking off his own jacket and shoes. Caitlin gives him a slightly confused look but brushes it off and makes her way to the kitchen.

She opens the freezer and takes out the two pints of ice cream she knew would be in there. She makes her way to the utensil drawer but finds spices in it instead

“Hey Cisco, where did you move the spoons too?” She asks down the hall. He comes back into view already in his boxers and pajama shirt. She looks up from the drawer and is slightly startled by his change in attire.

“Oh yeah, I reorganized the kitchen too and the spoons are now in the top drawer to the left of the sink.” He replies as he puts a stack of clothes on one of the island chairs. “All of your pajamas that are here are in the wash so I brought you some of mine.” He continues with a smile as he takes his pint and makes his way to the couch. He takes the remote and queues up netflix and starts scrolling through the options.

Caitlin looks down at the clothes and notices the shirt he picked out. “Uhh, Cisco isn’t this the Chewbacca shirt?” Caitlin asks, picking up the shirt from the stack.

“Yeah, is that a problem? I just picked the first one I saw. I can go pick a different one if-”

“No, it’s fine,” Caitlin replies gruffly, she takes the clothes to the bathroom to change. She feels slightly strange wearing his clothes, though. Isn’t this something couples do? Caitlin thinks, making her way back to the couch.

Cisco pats the cushion next to him and Caitlin takes it graciously. He hands her the second pint and a spoon which she accepts thoughtfully.

“So whatcha wanna watch, snowcone?” Cisco asks, patting her leg as he takes another scoop of ice cream. Caitlin turns to face him and then looks at the tv.

“I don’t know, you pick.” She says between bites. He nods and shuffles through the catalog until he lands on a random nonsensical romcom and clicks play. He begins to let his arm snake around her shoulder and invites her to snuggle up against him. She takes that as a yes and positions herself so that her head is leaning on his bicep. The opening credits begin to play and Cisco taps along on her shoulder.

They stay that way for the rest of the movie until Cisco hears a light snore coming from beside him. He looks down and smiles at his best friend. For if only she knew that he wanted something more.

He kisses her hairline and then slowly, yet softly, eases her off him and onto a throw pillow so that he can stand up. He takes their empty containers and dirty spoons to the sink to be dealt with later. When he comes back, Caitlin is already stirring. She looks up at him confused, her hair frizzy and out of control from the pillow. He smiles and the tension in her shoulders ease.

“C’mon Cait, time for bed.” He tells her, holding out his hands to help her get up. She accepts and he leads her to his bedroom. She walks to the left side because she knows he sleeps on the right. She looks down at the galaxy covering and smiles as she untucks in and gets inside.

Cisco follows suit and takes off his glasses as he gets underneath the comforter and sheets. He looks over at his best friend and she is already out, tired from a long day of superheroing. He turns off the bedside lamp and lies down next to her. “Good night Caitlin, I love you.” He whispers, kissing her hair and slowly, yet surely, drifting off himself.

For if only she knew, he thinks.

For if only she knew

#killervibe #Caitlin Snow #cisco ramon #fanfic #for tkv

[manjehaal]

Killervibe + “I think I love you”

Read on AO3.

If her half-up ponytail and collection of empty coffee cups were any indication, Caitlin was just as tired as Cisco felt. Long hours of tracking down the reemerged Eobard Thawne had blown the wind out of them both, leaving them exhausted and desperate. Once they had managed to put him back in the pipeline, they had decided to take turns keeping watch. Thawne was too dangerous to leave unattended. And tonight, it was Caitlin’s turn.

“Caitlin, you’re going to crash. Let me take over.”

She shook her head, lifting her eyes slightly to glance at the pipeline surveillance. “No,” she mumbled, letting her face fall back onto the desk. “The next shift is yours. You can’t do that for me. You should be catching up on your own sleep.”

He sighed, scooting into the seat beside her and letting a box from Jitter’s fall onto Caitlin’s desk. She startled, lifting her head from the desk.

“It would be a lot more fun if we did them together anyway,” he said softly.

“What’s that?” she asked, sitting up and stretching her arms.

“I was hoping you’d ask that,” he said, reaching forward and pulling the lid off of the box. “Cinnamon rolls.”

Caitlin’s eyes lit up as if the sugary glaze had been enough to pull her out of her little nap. “Oh, thank god…” she said, reaching forward and immediately biting into the warm dough, leaning back into her chair with a pleased look on her face. “So good.”

“Cannibalism,” he muttered to himself, laughing as he picked up his own cinnamon roll.

She barely registered his words. “What?”

“Nothing,” he muttered, with a mouth full of warm cinnamon. “I almost forgot!” he said, reaching down to the bag on the floor and presenting a large caramel macchiato.

With barely concealed relief, she grasped the cup in her hand. “Cisco,” she said, “I think I love you.”

Licking his finger, he laughed to himself. “Yeah, yeah, everyone loves the guy who brings the sweets.”

The new meta was a huge problem. Through the intercom, Barry had explained that each hit had only been used to further increase the meta’s abilities, causing him to grow taller with each strike, toppling over Central City like goliath.

“Do you need Frost?” Caitlin asked, leaning over Cisco to see the meta double in size on the screen.

Barry was panting, but he kept running. “It’s your day off. I got this. Do you have any ideas?”

“Maybe you can use his size against him,” Caitlin said to herself.

“He keeps growing bigger!” Barry said, backing away from the growing creature.

Cisco nodded, looking thoughtful. “He’s like Ray.”

“Or Ant-man,” Caitlin said, catching Cisco completely off guard by her train of thought, but he didn’t have time to react.

Ant-man was a great place to go with this. “You need to knock him off balance. Can you find any rope?”

“I think so!” he said, zooming off to who knows where.

“Perfect, like in Empire!” Caitlin said, directing her attention directly to Cisco’s gaping expression.

She did it twice.  

She was doing this on purpose. Of course, she was. But why? Why did she suddenly feel the need to do this to him? She didn’t pay attention to his movies in the past. Why now?

And then she winked at him, putting the final nail in his coffin.

“What?” she asked innocently, when he just stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what it was that she was trying to do. This was new. This had never happened to him before. Why was she doing this? “What, you were the one who made me watch Civil War.”

He nodded very slowly, sitting back in his chair looking stunned. “Caitlin,” he said simply. “I think I love you.”

“I’m fine by the way!” Barry said over coms, rolling his eyes over their usual antics.

Dinner had been less than perfect.

Caitlin’s relationship with her mom had surprisingly improved a bit after her father’s death. The usual silence had turned into occasional phone calls, and despite the strained coldness of their conversations, Caitlin at least appreciated the effort.

But having her mom over for dinner was a bit too much. Not only was the conversation uncomfortable, since she mostly talked about her own work with little regard for Caitlin’s, but there was also this constant undertone of scrutiny that caused Caitlin to wonder if her mom thought little of her cooking. A simple compliment, or even just a ‘thank you’ would have been great.

The whole tone of the evening didn’t make Caitlin look forward to going back into the kitchen and cleaning everything up.

That’s why she was so surprised when she walked into her kitchen to see the counters clear and the dishwasher running.

And Cisco, lounged at her smaller table, watching a video on his phone. “Cisco, what is this?”  

He shrugged, pausing the video. “Dinner must have been stressful. You shouldn’t have to deal with all of this too.”

She just stood there for a moment, stunned by her friend’s actions, wondering how she could possibly deserve to know somebody like this. How she ever got so lucky as to meet Cisco Ramon.

“Cisco, thank you.”

He grinned, removing the dirty plates from Caitlin’s hands and bringing them to the sink. “Anytime,” he said, pulling his unbelievably long hair out of his face.

“If only you put this much effort into your apartment.”

He made a face but continued scrubbing. “Cait, I’m comfortable going to bed with dishes in the sink. You’re not. You don’t deserve that stress.”

“Cisco,” she said, falling into the chair he was just sitting in, staring at him with untamed admiration. “I think I love you.”

Getting his powers back was a whole new adjustment. He hadn’t thought so at first, but apparently, he had overestimated his control just a tad bit. Frost’s fiery eyes and clenched fists were enough to cause an alarm to go off in his head, realizing that he shouldn’t have run headfirst into battle without at least testing it out more than once. It had been almost a year, but he had sworn muscle memory would be enough.

As excited as he was to be Vibe again, it didn’t stop the world from stopping as a shard of metal came piercing through the air, directly in front of his throat. He found himself frozen still, in a state of shock, unable to open a breach.

He would have died if it wasn’t for Frost.

Just as the shard almost slit his throat, he felt a heavy gush of frozen wind toss him sideways, in a heap of tangled body parts and flurries, and then just him, sitting on the icy ground watching her. Watching her absolutely destroy the man in front of her.

He couldn’t even really remember what she had done that was so amazing when she came back to his side, but he knew it was one of the coolest things he had ever seen. “That was so badass!”

She rolled her eyes, covering her quick glimmer of a smile with an icy smirk. “Go home Vibe. Get your act together.”

He stood up, reaching out his hand to, this time, successfully open a breach into the cortex. He threw her a quick smile, looking like a crazed fanboy. “Will do,” he saluted. Saluted? “I think I love you, Frost.”

She turned her back to him, shaking her head as if to mock him. “I only have so much love to go around, vibe boy.”

And then she winked knowingly, before pushing him into the portal with a gust of chilly wind.

It was Frost’s 3rd Birthday.  

Or, at least, her third year where she was treated as an equal member of Team Flash.

She was still surprised that they threw her a party. Or that they took the time to make her a cake. Or that they even wanted to go out and pick out gifts for her to open. It was still amazing to her. That they saw her as a real person.

“Having fun?” he asked, sliding down beside her on the sofa.

She turned to face him, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess,” she said, playing it off as if it didn’t get to her.

“You’ve been smiling so much.”

She scoffed, biting down on her lip to keep from smiling back at him.

“So I have something for you,” he said after a moment, sliding a box onto her lap. She looked down, pulling away at the blue ribbon, wondering what he could have gotten her that would fit in that long black box. She was excited. She was always excited about Cisco’s presents because they were always handmade. Always personalized. Always something she would use for years to come.

“Go ahead, open it!” he said, realizing that she was lost in thought.

“Right,” she said, hastily tearing the rest of the package open.

She lifted from the box a handmade, and very personalized, leather jacket.

From the shiny black leather. To the light blue stitching. To the imprinted drawing of Khione on the back. And the glittery calligraphy of the words ‘Ice Queen’ just above it. It was stylish and edgy, and well-made, and well, perfect. She didn’t know what to do, other than folding it up and hold it tightly to her chest.

“Frost?”

She held it tighter, aiming her wide steely eyes at him. “You made this?”

“O-of course.”

She nodded slowly, folding it back up and placing it on top of the box. Then, when she thought he might walk away, he felt two arms suddenly hold tightly around his body, more tightly than Caitlin even hugged him most of the time. He had to take a moment to breathe, before finally wrapping arms around her and hugging her back. “So you like it?” he asked, as she gripped him tighter.

“It’s perfect,” she said, finally pulling away and looking at him with big, glowing eyes. “I think I love you.”

He chuckled to himself, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re welcome, Frost.”

When Joe and Cecile finally decided to tie the knot, Cisco was excited for them. Weddings were great after all. He was always down for celebrating the love of his closest friends. But really, with it being so small, it was kind of hard. With Joe and Cecile, Barry and Iris, and now Ralph and Sue…it was starting to look like he was going to be the odd man out. Again.

Well, other than Caitlin.

And Wally. He was thanking the entire universe for Wally being there to make it less awkward.

He didn’t exactly expect to be asked to dance by not one, but two women.

Caitlin and Frost.

He danced with Frost first to many of the more upbeat songs. Her idea of dancing was very different from Caitlin’s, to his delight. She went all in, holding back as little as Cisco did when the beat hit in that way. Granted, it was a little awkward since the reception was in Joe and Cecile’s living room, but honestly, this kind of behavior should be expected from them at this point.

When the songs changed to some slower stuff, Frost was quick to drop her persona, leaving Caitlin standing across from Cisco looking breathtaking. “Do you want to dance?” she asked, smoothing out her yellow dress. When she looked down, a lock of brown hair fell in her face, getting caught on her cheek.

“You really think you need to ask?” he questioned, sliding the loose hair behind her ear. “I’m always up for a dance. You know that.”

She nodded, smiling at him with a tight grin, before wrapping her arms around his neck.

At first, she seemed a little tense, which had Cisco a bit confused.

This was him. Her best friend.

There had never been any awkwardness between them and there shouldn’t be any now. But after he led her around the room a few times, with his hands placed on her hips, and eyes closed against her hair, she relaxed, swaying with him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

There was this way she looked at him, after the song came to a close, that caused Cisco to almost stumble on his feet. The kind he had never seen her give himself, or anyone, ever before. He could only really describe it as a look of contentment. The same way he felt every time he saw her at work, looking up at him with that warm smile.

He met her eyes, soaking in the radiance of her light, only brightened by the color of her dress and the setting sun in the back window. And maybe, it was the alcohol or the music to blame, but he found himself leaning in, suddenly not afraid to brush his lips on those of his best friend. “Cait,” he said, his voice broken by the start of another song. “Cait, I think I love you.”

For a moment, she stopped swaying, eyes wide in some kind of shock. She looked almost upset at the way he was looking at her as if she was about to let go of his hand and leave him standing there.

But then, she broke into this sweet little smile, and her momentarily confused eyes lit up like fireworks. “You really mean that?”

He swallowed, lifted his hands from her waist and touched the side of her cheek instead. “Yes,” he said, almost mutely, eyes watering at her intense gaze.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she whispered, biting down onto her lip with uncertainty.

He laughed, touching his lips to her cheek, keeping his face there for a moment. “I did. I was hoping you might read between the lines. Or, I don’t know…start noticing that I find a way to confess to you every single day.”

She giggled, getting her hands tangled in his messy hair. “Every day?” she asked, eyes wild. “That’s pretty dedicated.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

Leaning back for a moment, she must have realized that he was waiting on her to respond somehow. She swallowed, looking at him almost shyly. “Well, I think I might just love you too. Is that alright?”

“Of course it’s alright!” he said, enthusiastically pulling her back in.

She grinned again, gazing up at him as if he hung the moon. “Good,” she said, cupping his face in between her hands. “Because I really would like it if you could kiss me again.”

He lit up, pulling her toward him with burning eyes, kissing her then as if his life depended on it.

They were so distracted they didn’t hear the group of people (mostly Barry and Ralph) clapping behind them.

#killervibe #Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #Vibe #Killer Frost #cisco x caitlin #Cisco and Caitlin

[frostygar]

Snowbarry Headcanon’s Part 2

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

- Barry loves to spoil Caitlin. It’s one of his favorite things to do, and Caitlin says she hates it but, really, it makes her fall in love with him even more if that we’re even possible. Whenever she complains about it, Killer Frost makes an appearance to either tell Caitlin to shut up and enjoy it, or outs her true feelings to Barry.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

- Barry tends to fall asleep in Caitlin’s lap because she runs her fingers through his hair after a long day. 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

- Caitlin may not seem like it, but she loves to wear Barry’s clothes a lot throughout their house (not even just after sex), and sometimes when Cisco or Ralph or one of their friends shows up unannounced, Barry has to scream a code name to her since it happens a lot. 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

- Since Killer Frost tends to make an appearance when Caitlin is asleep, Barry pleads with her to not stay up all night and come back, but both of them know he just asks for his own peace of mind.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

- Barry tries his hardest to learn how to cook and bake so Caitlin doesn’t have to do it all the time but most of the time he ends up burning the food on accident. Caitlin tells him that it’s okay, and offers to help while also multitasking by making cookies to make Barry feel better (because his comfort food is cookies with milk).

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

- Reads OTP prompts and says “oh that’s us!” would probably be Barry trying to be cute and playful, and Caitlin would rationally shrug and mutter, “eh, not really” but end up kissing him and fulfill whatever cute otp prompt that Barry liked.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

- Caitlin loves to wear Barry’s shirts after sex and his sweat pants because they’re comfortable when they have days off and just want to lounge around doing nothing.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

- Barry doesn’t spend all day because, you know, he’s the Flash. But he’ll arrive back at home and Caitlin with ask if he forgot something, and if he does, he speeds back too go and get whatever it is.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

- Caitlin likes to drive, and Barry gives her directions because while he would prefer speeding everywhere, it allows them to slow down and enjoy life and each other’s presence.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

- Caitlin draws, while Barry poses. Because he always wants to run around, he has a problem trying to sit still.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

- This is hard to figure out considering CSI Barry would never want to bring food (even if they would rob a museum) and neither would Caitlin, but I’ll have to say that Caitlin would watch her cute, dumb dorky boyfriend trying to ignore the lasers while she watches back nonchalantly while chewing on chips.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

- Well, considering Barry can’t get drunk, really, Caitlin is the one who sometimes overdoes it with the alcohol when she drinks and Barry has to stop her.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

- Barry likes to randomly give Caitlin small gifts, and he’ll leave them laying around with sweet notes so she can find when she gets home/if she’s sad.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

- Caitlin, all the time, accidentally calls herself “Caitlin Allen” because they’ve talked about it so much and it just slips out. But neither of them really mind, because it fits her.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

- It surprises people, but Barry screams about the spider, and Caitlin huffs and puts the spider outside (but if it’s really big, neither of them touch it and Killer Frost has to take charge for a little bit to get rid of the spider).

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

- Caitlin is never cold. She only really wears jackets to keep up an appearance with other people, and for style. But mostly it’s Caitlin giving Barry her big fluffy jackets to keep that skinny man warm.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

- Iris, as Barry’s sister, always calmly tells Caitlin not to hurt her nerdy brother when they’re alone because she’s seen Barry hurt and it physically hurts her as well because they’re so close ever since Joe adopted him.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

- Barry. He’s an emotional man, and Caitlin was so afraid to tell him so when he just blurts it out when they’re alone during a crisis that he feels he may get hurt, he convinces himself to tell her in case he dies.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

- The absolute BEST. Barry would be the fun parent, and while Caitlin is as well, she is a bit more stern when it comes down to it.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

- Neither type with numbers as letters considering their careers, but sometimes when Caitlin gets extremely drunk, Barry can tell because she texts him: “Bar 1 wnt u 2 kss me.” And then the next day he shows her and she’ll groan in embarrassment.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

- Barry gets attacked by a bully and while he can protect himself (though doesn’t because it’ll give away that he’s The Flash), Caitlin refuses to let anyone bully her boyfriend/husband. Sometimes it even escalates to the point where Killer Frost makes an appearance because Caitlin is overwhelmed and upset and doesn’t know what to do.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

- They both love to make puns, and have the other either return one or grimace,  but mostly it’s Barry who knows what kind of puns Caitlin doesn’t like (the morbid, awful ones)

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

- Caitlin comes home to find that Barry being the lovable, caring man she married has adopted a puppy. But she’s not mad: she loves animals.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

- Barry gives Caitlin piggyback rides when she’s exhausted, and he’ll use his speed to tuck her into bed.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

- They both compete in activities and the other will cheer but mostly it’s Barry the outgoing father who gets too into activities so Caitlin cheers in the stands.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

- It started with Barry to Caitlin, but then she found the picture on his phone and began to do it to him, too, so it’s almost like a competition.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

- Barry wants to practice for if they have a daughter so he asks Caitlin if he can give her makeover. And after realizing he was actually pretty good (from growing up with Iris) sometimes Caitlin would ask him to do her makeup for a date night with him.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

- Barry would own something Caitlin is absolutely terrified of. And maybe she might get something to retaliate that he would be afraid of.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

- Barry holds the umbrella, because he knows he can shake the water off of him so he’ll focus more on Caitlin.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

- If Caitlin and Barry went on vacation, they would go far, far away and they would tour museums and gelato shops, etc., and both Caitlin and Barry would take the pictures because she has a secret knack for it and he’s used to it as a CSI.

I didn’t want to write so I decided to find more headcanons. I looked up “OTP questions and found this post so yeah! If you want me to take this down, just ask!

#The Flash #Snowbarry #Caitlin Snow #Barry Allen #Killer Frost

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He Kisses Me When - Dr. 6-10 | westallen fanfiction

More drabbles. :)

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6. When I am relaxing in the bath

An audible sigh escapes me as I slowly sink into the warm bath water, my hair up in a bun and my body aching from the long day of running around the city in pursuit of evidence for a serial killer that caught my interest. My Dad and Barry don’t know about it. Only Cisco does, and mum’s the word. I just have to hope he won’t tell Caitlin, because she – ironically – can’t tolerate secrets now and will go straight to Barry (he’ll take to her better), who will then try to process how to respond to the situation.

I didn’t lie to him this time, so he can’t be mad about that. (I feel guilty every time I have to do that when I believe so strongly in a story that if false promises need to be made to keep my husband from preventing me from following through on them, so be it. I’m glad I didn’t have to do that this time though.) This time I was simply very crafty and kept all knowledge of what I was doing from both of the very protective men in my life.

My dad will naturally walk in on my husband trying to decide how to react and give his very strong opinion, which will convince my husband to have that same opinion and to carry out his wishes, which he will no doubt do, albeit much nicer than my dad would have done.

In the end I’m mad, so I’m hoping Cisco is a good secret-keeper and that at least my dad doesn’t know. Barry I can calm with kisses and love declarations and sex. Dad is a little harder.

Throwing all that to the wayside, I let my thoughts slip away and close my eyes as the water swallows me whole save for my head pressed against the far side and my toes peeking out by the faucet.

I’m so content I don’t hear or feel the wind from the door opening and closing, but I hear his voice and know I’m in trouble.

“Joe told me what you were digging up today.”

My eyes flash open, and I turn to look at him, I can explain on the tip of my tongue.

“Are you mad?” I ask instead, nibbling on my bottom lip.

He shakes his head and crosses the room to me.

“You’re not?” My brows fuse together.

He chuckles. “No. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you.”

I grin as he leans down to kiss me and then gasp as he climbs into the bathtub fully clothed save for his shoes, socks, and jacket.

“Barry! What are you-” I squeal, but he only laughs and settles himself on the other end, having to bend his knees up considerably so he can fit the full length. I laugh too then because he just looks so uncomfortable. “Barry,” I coo, shaking my head.

“This idea was better in my head,” he admits.

So, so in love with him, I get on my knees and crawl over to him, climbing into his laps and well aware of how his eyes keep drifting down to my breasts.

“Let me make you comfortable,” I say, and this time I’m the one to kiss him.

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7. When I am searching for something I lost

I can’t find them anywhere. They’re pretty jewels hanging from a pearl strand that go perfectly with my dress, and I can’t find them anywhere!

Barry’s trying to help. I know he is. But he doesn’t know how I organize my make-up or my clothes. I’m supposed to expect him to know where my jewelry is?

No, I don’t think so.

Still, as I pace back and forth throughout our bedroom and bathroom, I can’t help but be aware of him standing in the middle of the bedroom, not moving to avoid me running into him, and running his hand through his hair, gripping his locks because he doesn’t know what to do to help me and he’s afraid to do nothing.

“Iris…”

“Yeah, Barry?” I ask, still digging through drawers of jewelry and make-up.

And then it must occur to him what he can do, because he takes one step, halts me with his hands on my arms and kisses me before I can stop him, his lips pressed to mine in a surprisingly sensuous kiss.

Something occurs to me, and I break away.

“What? What?” His eyes are wide.

“My coat pocket.” I grin wide and instantly take off for the stairs.

He follows me quickly and watches as I reach the door, then the coat hangers, then my dress coat and reach inside.

“No,” he says in disbelief.

My smile spreads somehow further as I turn to dangle the earrings before him.

“Guess you’re my lucky charm, Allen,” I say, and I know I’ve boosted his ego, but I don’t care.

Barry Allen is my everything.

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8. When I am mad

I’m boiling, absolutely infuriated. Nothing could make me madder in this instant, but Wally – who has just woken up from his night over on the couch – somehow achieves that feat by asking what the big deal is.

“Oh, no,” Barry says as I turn to face my brother, my fingers curled into fists at my side so I don’t start clawing his eyes out with my fingernails.

“What’s the big deal?”

“Sorry for what?” Wally asks aloud, and I know Barry has just mouthed to his brother-in-law to apologize. “So your editor didn’t like your story. Write another one.”

I stomp toward him, unable to decide which infuriates me more, him not realizing what the big deal is or him not feeling bad about the fact that he’s made me so mad.

I finally see him worrying for his own safety at least as I get closer because he’s backing up and has himself pinned to the wall before I’m inches away pointing my finger at him.

“The ‘big deal’ is that this story will change lives. The ‘big deal’ is that I risked my life getting the information to write this story-”

“Wait, what?” His eyes widen and Barry’s face falls into his palm.

I probably shouldn’t have informed my little brother about that part. Oops.

“The big deal is-”

“Uh-uh, you’re not getting out of it that easily. Your life? What happened, Iris?” He’s suddenly soft with me, and part of me loves it, but the part of me that’s still mad at him doesn’t. How dare he be concerned when he could’ve cared less about the story two seconds ago!

“Iris?” Barry tries, and for some god forsaken reason I turn around and address him.

“What?” I demand, though he hardly deserves it.

He walks up to me, sets his hands on my shoulders, and looks me in the eye.

“If anyone can change that man’s mind, it’s you.” He lowers his head to kiss me, and I reciprocate – much to Wally’s annoyance. “I love you.”

I melt. Completely melt into his embrace.

“I love you, too.”

“Ugh. Get a room, you two,” Wally says, and actually leaves the loft. I don’t care. He’ll be back later for pizza and telling me how great of a writer and big sister I am – if history has told me anything.

Right now my husband is kissing me, and there’s not much more to care about than that.

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9. When I talk too much (to shut me up)

I’m unaware – completely – that I’m rambling almost as fast as my husband can when he’s excited. I think said husband is listening intently as I rail on about something that happened at work, something stupid, something that was both good and bad and I can’t stop talking about.

“And so then-” I stop talking to laugh. “I can’t believe it. Can you believe that, Barry?” I smack his chest lightly. He winces, but not because it hurt.

“He – they – it actually, oh my God.”

He forces a smile. “Mhmm.”

“Barry, are you listening?” I frown.

He nods. “Yep.” So I continue again.

It’s not until several minutes later when honestly I’ve forgotten what I was talking about before I started repeating myself and laughing at what I remembered but didn’t say aloud and how Barry has been awfully quiet, and I think to myself have I been talking this whole time???

“Barry, what was I talking about?” I ask, the fact that he was falling asleep beyond me and not worth discussing because it hasn’t really hit me yet.

“Um…”

“Oh, nevermind, I remember.”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He sits up quickly and leans in with a rush.

“What- Mmm,” comes my muffled moan, and I think to myself, maybe kissing is better than talking right now.

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10. When I am scared

I’m hiding under the desk in my office. There’s been a citywide alert for a new meta that can control electricity. Several people have been electrocuted and now the whole city’s power is out, gathered up in this meta’s body.

Barry’s running around saving people. Cisco and Caitlin are busy helping him out from STAR Labs, where I should be. Barry and my dad told me to stay put. They don’t want me to be the next person electrocuted. For some reason I listen to them, since I have no protective gear and STAR Labs isn’t exactly close.

But because I’m not helping out, all I can think about is how scared I am. Not just for me, but for the whole of Central City, for Barry, because he’s my Barry, and I won’t feel safe until he’s in front of me again, warm and happy and safe himself, even if the city-wide power outage is still in place.

The lights turn on, and my phone rings. My cell. I see who it is and breathe a sigh of relief.

“Barry?” Hope and tears are in my voice, and in a flurry he’s there before me, his grin faltering for a moment when he can’t tell if I’m okay. “Barry.” Relief spills off my tongue, and I nearly crumble until he’s there catching me and holding me close.

“I’m okay, Iris. Everything’s all right.”

He’s stroking my hair tenderly, holding me up, and I’m telling myself to believe what I’m saying.

“I know…I know…”

Oh, his chest is so solid, his arms so strong, his words a sweet lullaby against my skin.

“Iris…” he urges softly, and I lift my head, tears welling in my eyes.

“You came back to me,” I say, though he always does. I shouldn’t doubt it by this point.

He nods, smiles shakily, cups my face in his hands and kisses me, warm and soft.

“Always,” he whispers when we part, and suddenly, I’m not scared anymore.

#westallen fanfiction #he kisses me when

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Lucid Dreams // Barry x Cisco x Reader

A/N: I’m actually fucking dead. HEAVY smut. And in my mind this blossoms into a beautiful and consensual and healthy poly relationship because fuck societal norms that’s why. Hope y’all enjoy!!

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All morning Barry had been pacing at regular speed around the house. From upstairs you could hear him mumbling to himself, the way he did when he was nervous and trying to work up his courage or practice his words. It was early, the kind of early that meant whatever your boyfriend was stressing about wouldn’t let him sleep. Making your way downstairs your eyes landed on him stretching with an exasperated sigh. “Babe? Everything alright?” The sound of your voice made him jump and turn to you, plastering a fake smile to his lips. “Hey! Good morning! How’d you sleep?” Barry retorted with far too much enthusiasm and the pitch of his voice raised telling you he was trying to cover his tracks. Immediately your eyes narrowed and Barry groaned, flopping face first into the couch. He spoke, but his words were muffled by the cushions. With a small laugh you descend the rest of the stairs and sit on the arm of the couch. “Wanna try that again? But more audibly this time?” You tease down at him and he groans again, rolling over. “I’m.. having weird... feelings.” He finally admits, covering his eyes with his arms as he speaks again. “About... someone.” You freeze a minute, confused by what he’s saying. “I-I.. oh.” Your hearts sinks and you prepare for a breakup.

Barry notices your tone and looks up at you. Instantly he’s in front of you holding your hands sweetly. “No no! No not like that, never like that.” He reassures you with gentle kisses to your hands. You glance at him questioningly, waiting for him to explain. Barry grimaces and sighs, looking away. “Please don’t judge me..?” His voice is soft and worrisome, but you just give his hands a squeeze and he continues with his head still down. “I.. I uhm, I had this dream.. and now I’m.. seeing a different side of someone we know.” The cryptic nature of his words isn’t helping your nerves and anxieties. “Barry please just tell me what’s going on..” Something in your tone alerts him how you’re feeling and his eyes snap back to you, before he draws in a deep breath and closes his eyes, the words leaving his lips rapidly. “I had a dream that we fucked Cisco.” You almost didn’t understand him, but you replayed his words over and over in your mind before speaking. “That’s... a new one.” Words weren’t coming to you, the fact that Barry was having these thoughts threw you for a loop. Clearing his throat, he continued. “And uhm, he kinda.. he might’ve sorta maybe vibed me and saw it, and uh.. wants... to..” The last words came out slowly like sap from a maple tree.

It took you several moments to take in everything that was being said to you. Your mind went a million different places in those moments, but the most overwhelming one was the image of it playing in your mind and the way it burned inside your stomach. Barry was silent awaiting a reaction from you that wasn’t just stunned silence. Looking into his deep green eyes you saw how fragile he was right now, so you chose your words carefully and rubbed his hands as you spoke. “Do... you want to?” Your words dripped into the air and you felt them linger as he prepared his answer. “I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or upset.” He stated, eyes locked to yours with the utmost sincerity. That almost made you want it more. “Barry, if this is something you both want..” you pause to nibble at your bottom lip to get a grip on your racing thoughts. “How could I say no?” The tone of your voice switched to a sultry, honey smooth level and Barry gulped the dryness in his throat as he nodded. Unable to respond fully he just kept nodding, eyes falling to his lap briefly before darting back to you. The two of you spent the remainder of the day discussing things such as boundaries and rules, wanting to have everything talked over before making a final decision to go through with it.

Come the next morning you rolled over expecting to find your slender framed man next to you, but the bed was empty and cold like he’d been up for a while. Rubbing your eyes you can hear the sound of running water, realizing he’s in the shower. You take the extra time to get ready today, wanting to have every reason for a confidence boost. Steam escapes the bathroom as Barry emerges only covered in a towel. If he was trying to set the mood for the day, he was succeeding. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you near the closet half dressed, the bra and panty set you’d adorned more than just distracting him. He strolled to you, resting his chin on your shoulder and hands on your waist. “You look good enough to eat.” He drawled, running his fingers over the dark red lace of your underwear. You grinned and reached a hand back to run through his still-wet hair. “What can I say, I like to make good impressions..” The words made Barry hum softly at the thought.

Before long he let you get yourself fully ready, speeding his way into jeans and a tight sweater. Minutes later you were both at Star Labs, your hair a bit disheveled and your skirt billowing slightly from the rush of air. As you make your way into the Cortex you hear Caitlin and Cisco arguing faintly from the lab. “I’m not putting on cologne.” Cisco states flatly as you come into earshot. Caitlin sighs and forcefully puts the bottle on the table as her hair turns ice blonde. “Listen Cissy, if you wanna get laid like you said you did, you’ll put on the damn smell good spray and help yourself be more alluring. Good smells draw women in dummy.” Killer Frost then shoves the bottle to his chest, and he rolls his eyes at her suggestion. “I don’t need to draw anyone in,” he pauses when he sees you and Barry making your way to them, and smirks in a way you’ve never seen before. “They already come to me without it.” He responds with his eyes darting between you and Barry, landing on you and your newfound red cheeks.

“Morning, how did everyone sleep?” Cisco has his gaze trained on you now, eyeing the way your skirt stops just as your legs start. Next to you Barry is grinning ear to ear at the blush on your cheeks. It’s not often you get flustered, but when you do it’s for good reason. Like right now. You clear your throat, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear. “Slept alright, tossed and turned.” You shrug as you settle into a chair beside KF, who’s silently glancing between all of you and catching the tension. Again Cisco’s lips turn up playfully. “Oh, sounds like you weren’t tired enough..” he teases, making his way behind your chair. His hands find your shoulders and knead firm but gentle circles as he continues. “I’m sure tonight you’ll get much better sleep, don’t worry.” The way his words travel to your ears mixed with his sudden touch makes your breath hitch. Barry’s standing back, leaning against the table nibbling in his bottom lip to hide his grin. Slowly Caitlin returns to you, her eyes wide at the way Cisco’s touching you. She looks between you three and narrows her eyes. “What’d I miss..?” Her question lingers before Barry pipes up. “Nothing yet.” He sends a wink your way and you can help but giggle, Cisco giving your shoulders one last tight squeeze before walking over to Barry.

Normally you aren’t as hyper focused, but today you’re noticing every little thing they do. The glances they exchange, the subtle ways they tease each other. Were they always like this? Did you just never notice because the thought was never there? Or was the idea in their heads making them both more excited? Regardless, you were loving it. All day long they made playful banter, innuendos and suggestive remarks to each other and you. Around midday the three of you were the only ones in the Cortex, and they used it to their advantage. With your attention focused on your computer they snuck up behind you, each of them occupying a side of your neck to speak directly into your ears. “Someone got dressed up today..” Cisco was so close to you that his breath was hot on the back of your neck, and the way he spoke was so playful but not his usual way. This was deeper, lower, with a definitive lust. Barry chimes in your left. “Oh, this is nothing. She looks even better underneath it.” He leaned in, kissing one of your weak spots just below your ear, causing your eyes to flutter closed. Cisco took the hint and followed Barry’s action. His lips were supple, and he barely pressed them to your skin to make sure he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries. Instantly you drew in a small breath, releasing it as a sigh. “This isn’t fair..” you mumbled through your teeth. Both boys let out a huffed laugh, stepping back with looks of pride on their faces. You knew then you were really in for it tonight.

The day ticked by achingly slowly what with both of them teasing you and each other any chance they got. At one point they played a game of dropping things just to get you to bend to pick them up. Barry started it, “accidentally” rustling a stack of paper to the floor in front of Cisco. You’d thought nothing of it until they both started whining sadly when you’d stand. By the time the clock read 7:30, you were beyond ready to get home. Neither of them wasted any time, Barry’s eyes crackling as he looked between you and Cisco momentarily. “Our place.” He stated before you felt a rush around you, next sensation being your ass landing on the end of your bed. Barry stood over you gazing into your eyes. “You’re sure?” He asked softly, making your heart swell that he cared so deeply for your feelings in this matter. Rather than responding you sat up on your knees on the edge of the bed, pulling him to you and kissing him hard. The kind of kiss that showed him just how much you wanted this too. Until the night before you’d never pictured Cisco in this way, but especially after all the build up during the work day you were well past there now.

All day this was on your mind. You’d daydreamed about them touching you, pleasing you. Then you’d think of them with each other and it sparked a whole different kind of desire inside you, knowing that was something they both wanted just as badly. Just as you pull back from the kiss, the familiar blue surge of energy appears beside the bed and out pops Cisco holding two bottles of wine; a rosé and what looks like white, but it’s glowing. “I figured it’d be unfair if me and the lady were tipsy and you weren’t. So..” he wiggles the bottle at Barry. “Specially made so its like a wine drunk. Loose and fun loving.” He winks as he hands the bottle over, opting to hand you the other one. “Barry told me it’s your favorite.” Cisco’s tone turns soft and there’s a gleam to his eyes he’s never looked at you with before, and it brings a color to your cheeks that rivals the bottle in your hands. “Well thank you.” You manage, hopping up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go get glasses.” Making your way to the kitchen you let the two of them have their moment, while you take a much needed one yourself.

Pouring a quarter glass you down it immediately to let the alcohol kill the butterflies in your stomach. Taking a deep breath you shake off any remaining nerves and grab three glasses to take back to the room with you. Before you enter you creep to the hallway, attempting to eavesdrop, but to your surprise there’s no talking. With one more inhale for confidence you round the corner and nearly drop the delicate glass in your hands. Barry has a hand in Cisco’s hair, the shorter male with his hands on your boyfriend’s waist. You watch silently as their lips clash together, contented sighs coming from them both. It was unexpected, and you stood against the doorframe with your thighs clenched tightly. For a moment you just watch them, taking a swig of your wine and waiting for the right time to intervene.

Soon they pull apart from each other and Barry’s face shows exactly how much he’d enjoyed the close contact with his best friend. Quickly his eyes find you and he blushes a shade that rivals his super suit. Noticing his stance Cisco turns and chuckles when he sees your legs crossed. He eyes you slowly, as if he’s undressing you with his eyes. “Enjoy the show?” He muses, and Barry rubs the back of his neck nervously. Nodding you finally enter the room, handing over the glasses to each of them, sipping your own. The taste lingers on your tongue as you lick your lips, eyes glued to Barry. You love seeing him so flustered. Usually you’re the one getting the best of him but this was a whole new level. It was as delicious as the wine.

Setting the glass on your bedside table you grab his hand, pulling him into your arms but not quite kissing him yet. He groans at you, causing you to giggle softly. Cisco simply watches as you further unravel him. “So baby..” you pause and twirl his hair in your fingers, lowering your voice just enough for him to notice the change. “How did that dream start..?” Batting your lashes innocently makes Barry freeze, huffing out what was probably all the air in his lungs at how forward you’re being. From his other side Cisco pipes in. “Oh I could tell you that, actually.” He steps forward but instead of stopping in front of Barry, he makes his way to you. This wasn’t how you were expecting this to go, but somehow you had a feeling you’d like it even more. Watching Barry, you see his nervous expression melt into a smirk as he remembers for himself and now it’s your turn to get shaky knees.

Glancing between the both of you, Cisco looks at Barry with raised brows. “May I?” He drawls, and Barry’s smirk only grows. He speeds to your side, lacing his fingers with yours before nodding. Seconds later Cisco’s hands are bracing your face, bringing his plump lips in contact with yours. Almost instantly you succumb to him, letting his tongue past your lips to roll skillfully against yours. You feel Barry release your hand and feel the rush of him speeding somewhere but you don’t know where, for your eyes are closed and Cisco is far too good of a kisser for you to focus anywhere but his lips. One of his hands trails behind your neck to pull you closer to him, the other lowering to your waist to begin backing you towards the bed. Suddenly you feel Barry’s hands on you, roaming your sides and groping at your ass, causing you to squeal. Both boys give a small laugh at your reaction. Cisco breaks the kiss as Barry wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck to kiss your skin lightly. His hands find the waistline of your skirt and you smile at his voiceless suggestion, Cisco catching on just as quickly.

“Barry said something about you looking better without these..” he reached out to tug on the bottom of your blouse as he spoke, Barry continuing to fiddle with your skirt. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” The wine helped the words out of your mouth and Barry nipped at your skin, causing you to suck in a sharp breath at the feeling. As if it were a cue, Cisco began unbuttoning your top. Barry glances down at his actions and formed a crooked smile. “Allow me.” Just as quickly as the sentence had finished you felt yourself lifted and placed on the bed, but so much more of the brisk night air hit your skin now as Barry had thrown your outfit somewhere far out of sight. In another blitz of lightening he positioned both of them on either side of you on the bed, your knees planted on the mattress and hand on each of their now bare chests. You could only guess that this was a scene straight from his dream, and the look Cisco shot him only confirmed it. “I believe you know what happens next..” Barry’s words lingered between the three of you, the way the two of them smiled at each other made your heart race.

Without another word they both leaned into you, Barry kissing hungrily across your chest as Cisco claimed your neck with love bites and lingering kisses. The sudden overload of simulation rocked your senses and your head fell back with an audible sigh. Letting your hands fall they landed in both of their laps, letting you grip their thighs and elicit a small grunt from Cisco. Hearing the noise made Barry’s attention switch, finding your lips to give you a deep and doting kiss. Feeling a hand snake up your thigh you didn’t fully know who’s it was, but you didn’t care anymore. Barry demanded your attention with his kiss, winding a hand into your hair and holding tightly, bringing another whine from your lips. Cisco moved his lips to the spot below your ear that they’d teased you with at work, placing a long and slow kiss there before nipping your earlobe. The moan that left you now was for Cisco and he knew it, taking the surge of confidence to fully bring his hand to thin layer of fabric that still covered you. He glanced at Barry who pulled back from your kiss to lock eyes with Cisco before nodding, and kissing the male with just about as much passion as he had you.

The sight of them giving into each other only made you wetter, and Cisco’s fingers slipped past your panties to help relieve some of your tension. Barry’s hand was still locked in your hair and he gave it a small tug as Cisco began playing with you. As much as you wanted to watch what was unfolding you couldn’t help but close your eyes at the much needed attention. He pressed a finger to your clit, causing you to gasp slightly before he started to rub soft circles, making you release the air in your lungs as a breathy moan right into Barry’s ear. The speedster growled into his kiss and tugged your hair harder, the added force making you whine as your hips began to twitch at Cisco’s touch. Both men pulled back to get a view of you, shaking and panting just slightly. With his attention focused on you now Cisco began rubbing you harder, tighter more focused circles.

Reaching an arm out you braced yourself on Barry’s shoulder, mouth falling open and a string of moans spilling out of you as the boys watched you come undone. Your eyes closed tightly as waves of pleasure hit you, and you could hear Barry start to groan watching you get closer and closer. The hand in Cisco’s lap inched closer to his crotch, and Barry’s eyes locked on it, varying types of jealousy filling him. He wanted your hand on to be on him but he also wanted to be the one touching Cisco. It was an exhilarating feeling but all he could do was watch you. Cisco eyed your shaking body as your hand crept closer to his erection. “Someone’s trying to return the favor..” The male drew out the last word while slowly dragging his fingers through your wetness. A small whine fell from your lips and you finally let your eyes open to take in the hungry expressions before you.

Cisco had stopped his fingers and you sat there panting for a moment before locking eyes with Barry, crashing your lips up to his to wash away your growing nerves. He was surprised by the movement, but quickly responded by pushing you to finally lay back on the bed. While he kept your eyes closed with the kiss, he used his free hand to motion towards your center to Cisco. The smaller of the two took the hint and ran with it. Moving to allow him access, Barry kissed your lips tantalizingly slowly, knowing he had your focus with the way his tongue curled around yours. You felt Cisco shifting in the bed but didn’t think anything of it, until his warm and slightly callused hands found your inner thighs. Expecting to feel his fingers was a mistake, and a small gasp tickled Barry’s lips when you felt hot breath against your inner thighs.

Before you had time to process it his tongue was pressed to your wetness, simultaneously Barry kissed you harder and let his hands run up your sides with small bits of electricity crackling against your skin. Your breathing became shaky with the way your body surged with pleasure, a feeling so strong you’d never felt anything like it. Watching your face contort into your kiss, Cisco rolled his skillful tongue against your clit. The much needed attention made your hips twitch and Barry chuckled against your lips before pulling back to watch his best friend please you. With a rush of wind he was out of the man’s way, and Cisco happily wrapped his arms around your thighs as he deepened his lips against your core. His tongue swirled past your entrance before flicking your clit again and you couldn’t help the moans that filled the room. Suddenly Barry was next to you again, this time fully stripped and stroking himself with his eyes glued to the two of you. Eyeing him lustfully you whined for his eyes to meet yours, and he moved closer to you to let your hand take over for his.

The speedster let out a low groan, gnawing at his lower lip while he gazed down at your chest. In an impossible instant he’d removed your bra and repositioned himself in your hand again, never moving your hips from Cisco’s hungry hold. Reaching down slightly Barry pulled the breacher’s hair from his face as he continued to massage and flick his tongue against you. His chocolate brown eyes floated to meet your boyfriend’s glistening green ones and you felt his length twitch in your hand. Allowing yourself to focus on Cisco’s movements you sighed blissfully and began moving your hand against Barry in sync with how his tongue moved against you. With their eyes still locked Barry quickly noticed the synchronization and it brought a labored sigh out of him. When he’d flick your clit, you would roll your thumb over the sensitive nerves in the other’s tip. A few more strokes and he was too close for comfort, hastily buzzing about the room and grabbing Cisco to kiss his lips, groaning at the delicious taste of you they shared.

Catching your breath you watched the boys’ hands slowly explore each other, gaining appreciative hums back and forth. Feeling yourself staring you couldn’t help but sit up slightly next to them, bringing your hands between their brushing waistlines to finally slide past Cisco’s boxers. There was something so exhilarating about it, wanting to please him like this all day and being able to fulfill it now. Barry kept hold on his lips while your hand wrapped around his girth. The groan that left his supple lips made you and Barry both melt. As their kiss got progressively heavier you let your thumb graze over his head, all the while stroking him achingly slowly. This time a more primal noise left his chest and he reached a hand out to find your hair, tugging sharply without ever breaking from the other’s lips. You gasped sharply and bit at your lip as you quickened the pace of your hand. Glancing to the side of him you brought your free hand up to stroke Barry in time with Cisco. Both males’ hips began to buck into your touch and you watched their hands grip the contours of each other’s toned arms and shoulders. The hand in your hair tugged your head back forcing a sweet moan to echo the bedroom walls.

At the sound, Cisco broke the kiss and trailed his swollen lips along Barry’s neck in a flurry of sloppy kisses and love bites. The scarlet speedster’s eyes landed on you now, and he licked his lips slowly as his gaze lowered to your hand on Cisco. At first you were afraid he was upset at the contact but the gleam to his eyes told you otherwise. Soon his eyes were darting between your mouth and the other man’s length. Something told you this was ripped straight from his dream. Happily lowering yourself between them you wrapped your lips around Cisco, listening intently as he huffed out a hard sigh before gasping for the air back. Now Barry leaned down to his collar bone, peppering kisses along the skin there while you swirled your tongue against his shaft. Cisco audibly whined ya the stimulation and the hand in your hair brushed back to show your face. His lust blown pupils landed on your eyes and locked there while you bobbed your head, returning the oral affection he’d delivered just a bit ago. Barry saw your eyes glued to each other and was suddenly very aware of his lack of stimulation.

Moving at normal speed he rubbed his hands along your sides while positioning himself behind you on the bed. Placing his hands on your hips he sped you onto your elbows and knees, mouth still working Cisco but giving him much more room to play. You let your hands brace the raven haired meta’s hips as you curled your tongue to massage him with every bob of your head. Barry watched as Cisco’s eyes rolled back and he released a slow and strained groan. Finally he lined himself up with your entrance and waited until your lips sank back down on the other before thrusting into you. A moan reverberated from your lips to his sensitive skin and Cisco gripped your hair hard in his fist. Barry wasted no time setting a hard pace, very different than his usual slow lead up. Then again, nothing about tonight was how you usually did it. Beginning to match his thrusts onto Cisco his breathing started becoming more erratic, every other breath becoming a grunt or drawing in a gasp at how your tongue toyed with the sensitive nerve endings that were in your mouth.

Again you moaned around him and he shuddered, attempting to pull himself from your mouth. But you tasted the saltiness dripping from him and to his shock, brought a hand to his base holding him to your lips as you licked him clean, pressing him as far into your throat as you could to let him feel you swallow all the while your eyes never leaving his. With another twitch of his member in your mouth he was finished, panting for air as he watched Barry pull back from you, only to slam into you and graze your core. You cried out at the sudden force, arms buckling as you bent further for him. Cisco sat back for a moment simply taking in the sight of the two of you. He couldn’t decide where to look, Barry’s face or his body, or your contorting pleased expressions or your bouncing chest. Landing on the latter he groaned at the way they moved as Barry railed into you.

Snapping his eyes up he caught a snippet of the vibe he’d seen earlier and grinned, moving to brush against the other male’s side. You felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten momentarily before his thrusts slowed, and you whined a bit as he stopped completely. Turning to the two of them you sat up just slightly to catch their glances. “Remember this part..?” Cisco mused and Barry simply nodded enthusiastically. Another jolt of movement and you were up on your knees, but now your boyfriend sat beside you and his closest friend was laying down between your legs. You felt a twinge of nerves and spoke up softly. “Wh-What next..?” Both men smirked knowingly at you, before snapping their eyes back to each other and moving in almost perfect unison. Barry lined himself up with Cisco’s mouth while the man under you lined himself up with your still throbbing entrance. Together they thrusted, Cisco bucking his hips up into yours with a subtle roll. Barry’s eyes fell closed at his friends warm and inviting mouth and he propped a hand on your thigh to steady himself.

Quickly you took the hint and began grinding your hips as you bounced on top of Cisco. Feeling your walls around him made a groan vibrate against Barry in his mouth, and your boyfriend let out a shaky sigh. “Keep him moaning, baby.. it feels so good.” Barry’s words fueled you to ride Cisco harder, rolling your hips against his with every downward motion. Again he groaned and took even more of Barry into his mouth. One hand flew up to your hips and gripped the skin there harshly as you moved above him, and you could feel it bruising but didn’t care. Letting your hands fall to his warm chest, your nails curled into his skin in response as he hit your center with every buck of his hips to yours. Gasping slightly Cisco’s hips jerked up into you at the stinging of you scratching him. A loud moan left you at the feeling and Barry’s eyes popped back to watch your chest heave with your movements. “Don’t stop..” Barry groaned out with his eyes on you but the words were meant for the both of you. With a whine you locked your eyes on his, missing his hands on your skin now.

As if he knew, he reached a hand down you your clit buzzing his fingers against you rapidly. Immediately your legs clenched around Cisco and your inner walls matched, making a low groan bubble out around your boyfriend’s aching length. All three of you released harmonizing sounds of pleasure as the race to climax came closer to its end. Barry increased the speed of his vibrations and you lost it, mouth gaping open with a silent scream as your body shook. Your juices spilled over Cisco and he couldn’t hold it anymore. His length twitched as he released inside you with another long and drawn out groan. Finally Barry released a shaky breath as he came undone in Cisco’s mouth. Unlike you however he pulled his lips away, letting the mess hit the sheets around him rather than swallowing. Finally the room was still, all but quiet sans your collective panting. Sliding off of Cisco with a small sigh you fell to the bed between them both, your eyes closing as you simply laid there breathlessly. Barry hummed happily and wrapped an arm around your waist, nuzzling against you softly. Not wanting him to feel left out now, you opened an arm to Cisco and he nuzzled happily into you. Before you knew it, your body had relaxed against them and you drifted off to sleep.

Waking still naked to an empty bed, you stretched and yawned half sitting up. Looking around you saw no clothes on your floor, meaning the boys had cleared out before they woke you. Leaning over to the bedside table you saw a sticky note stuck to your phone. We’ll see you at work. Scribbled beneath the words were each of their signatures. Last night’s activities flooded your brain and you flopped back into bed with a hum leaving your lips. Finally rising from bed you opted for pulling on one of Barry’s old tattered tee shirts and a tight pair of jeans. The effort just wasn’t in you today. Your legs somehow still felt shaky as you entered the Cortex, noticing Caitlin and Harry but no signs of either boys. They both greeted you with waves, Caitlin smiling gently. “Someone’s glowing today.” She commented and made a blush rise to your cheeks. Not a moment later Barry sped into the room with a small gust of wind. He beamed down at you and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Cisco trailed in shortly after and smirked immediately upon sight of you. “Morning.” He settled into a chair between you and Caitlin. “How’d everyone sleep?” He mimicked the way he’d teased you yesterday but now you knew you could unravel him and yesterday’s nerves were long gone. “Like a rock.” You looked between the two boys once. “I was exhausted.” Barry lit up like a stoplight and Cisco simply leaned back smugly in his chair. Unaware and oblivious of the situation Caitlin stood and turned to everyone once in the doorway. “Anybody hungry? I’m gonna go grab food.” Watching the gleam in his eyes roam between you and Barry, Cisco grinned before he spoke. “Yeah, I could really go for a sandwich.” He sent a wink your way, Barry clearing his throat and you simply fighting off a fit of giggles. Something told you last night wouldn’t be a one-and-done scenario and you were more than happy about it.

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[skylarmoon71]

Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader Imagine

Disclaimer:  I don't own the flash.

“Well maybe if you asked nicely I’ll give them to you.”

“Maybe if you asked nicely I’ll give them to you!” a high pitched voice mimicked. 

“That’s not what I sound like!” Cisco fumed. You’d just gotten to S.T.A.R Labs, upon entry the first thing you heard was Cisco and Harry yelling back and forth.

“Not today satan!” you thought making a quick turn before they could catch sight of you. Unfortunately you weren’t as quick as you thought.

“(Y/N)!” you grumbled under your breath at Cisco’s call, walking in with your head down. 

“Am I stingy, be honest.” he said looking at you. Harry fixed you with a look as well and you cowered.

“S-Sometimes you do get a bit selfish with your stuff. “ He gasped, placing a hand to his chest offended.

“There you have it Ramon.” Harry grabbed whatever tool they were bickering about walking out. You didn’t meet Cisco’s eyes. “That ain't friendship.” you glowered.

“Come on man you know he scares the shit out of me!” you complained at the frown on Cisco’s face.

“Yeah well next time you decide to throw me under the bus just remember I could vibe you to another dimension. “ you glared at his threat.

“Yeah, well did you forget, I know how to get rid of you without leaving a trace.” It wasn’t a bluff either. You worked in forensics. Cisco laughed a bit, until he looked at your face and realized you were being serious. He cleared his throat.

“Are you hungry, I am, let’s get some food.” he said in a hurry. You just grinned following him out. 

~~~

“Harry, hey Mr. Grump where are you?” you walked down the halls trying to find him. You got him a burger because you knew how much he craved the food.  He was always cooped up in the lab.

Harry was such an intelligent person, yet very antisocial. For once there wasn’t an imminent threat, you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just try and relax and enjoy the company of others. You were a bit confused as to how he raised such a happy girl. 

If anything you thought his grouchiness would rub off on her. He did lose his wife though, so you guessed he had a reasonable excuse to be the way he was. You just wanted him to let loose. Enjoy life, instead of going through it with a constant scowl. As evil as Eobard was, at least the guy knew how to smile.

When you rounded a corner you noticed a door ajar. You walked closer, pushing it lightly. “Harry?” you walked in. The sight before you almost made you choke. You’d found Harry, but he was shirtless. There was a towel around his neck, hair dripping slightly. He was sporting his usual dark jeans, but no shirt. You were stunned at how well built he was. Of course you noticed through his complimenting choice of dark clothing. But still, it was a lot different actually seeing. When his eyes looked your way he squinted slightly. He rubbed his eyes with the towel, finally making out your face.

“Do you need something?” you stammered. “N-No I-I just.I brought you this!” you dropped it on the table taking a step back. He looked pleasantly confused as to why your face was getting redder the longer you stood there. “Is that all?” you blinked.

“O-Oh yeah! Enjoy.” you paced out of the room, pulse ringing in your ears. That was weird. You knew Harry was an attractive guy, you weren’t stupid. But seeing him like that..it triggered something in you. Something you pretended not to acknowledge. For the rest of the week you found yourself staring at him more than usual. Whenever he sat at his desk you’d just sit there, absolutely fascinated with the way his arms flexed when he messed with his many creations. Sometimes his brow would crease in the most adorable way when he was stuck on a project. You tried your best to hide it, especially when Cisco or any of the other members of Team Flash was around. The last thing you needed was to be teased. Especially since Harry was at least twenty years older than you. 

"(Y/N), I need a hand." you looked up at Harry's voice. He was tinkering with a small box. "S-Sure." you said moving closer. He pointed to a knob on the metal box. "Keep your hand on that switch." you obeyed, pressing your finger to it. He pushed on another end, apparently pressing his fingers to other knobs. You just stood there for a while. 

Until you felt a jolt run through your body. You yanked your hand away with a squeal. Harry's eyes darted up in worry. Your finger now had a small burn. "Are you alright?" he asked grabbing your hand to see the damage.

"It's fine it was just a shock, took me by surprise." Harry was still holding unto your hand. It took you a while to pick up on the lack of space between you two. Suddenly the burn didn't even hurt. When his eyes met yours you let out a soft breath.

"Harry! Barry needs a- What are you guys doing?" you jumped apart, messing with your clothing. "Nothing! I-I gotta go." you ran out before he could question anything. Heart still pounding. 

~~~

Get down!!" you grunted when Harry grabbed you, pulling you to the ground. You landed right on top of him. "Isn't there ever a quiet day in this place." you grumbled into his chest. 

There was a meta shooting deathly lasers at the both of you. Apparently he didn't like the idea of someone stopping his heist, so he came for payback. You and Harry were hiding behind one of the tables taking cover. There was a rush of air and then Barry's voice. "You guys could come out now I got him. "

 Relieved you turned back down at Harry with a smile. It slowly dropped when you saw the way he was looking at you. You were still pressed to him to.  You jumped to your feet, completely flustered. Cisco was now standing in the doorway, his suit on. 

"Where's Harry?" on cue Harry stood. He dusted himself off with a frown.

"Took you long enough Ramon." Cisco yelled. "Sorry I was a bit caught up with not getting blown to dust!" Harry didn't respond, just walked off running a hand through his hair. You watched as he left, still a bit daze from your previous position. After a relatively hard case at CCPD, you decided to call it a night. Cisco invited you to his apartment where he was apparently having a little party. You agreed, deciding it was better than going home to cup noodles and cheap beer. When you pulled up to his door you knocked. You could hear a commotion going on at the other side. A very excited Cisco greeted you as he ushered you through the door.

“Welcome to my humble home.” he exaggerated. You giggled, waving to Caitlin Barry and Iris.

“So he suckered you guys into this too. “ Caitlin gave a nod.

“We didn’t have a choice.” Iris added. Cisco feigned hurt.

“Come on who doesn’t love hanging out with me.” he boasted. You just snickered, dropping your bag to get something to drink.

“Hey Cisco, got any sodas?” you asked, moving to his kitchen. “Yeah.” he called. You turned the corner, almost running into someone. The person grabbed you by the shoulders steadying you before you could fall.

“Sorry.” you apologized looking up. When you caught who it was your breath hitched. “(Y/N).” he acknowledged. You stepped out of his reach. Cisco did not tell you Harry was going to be there.

If you’d know you would have refused on the spot. Every time you looked at him now you were afraid he would figure it out. You avoided his gaze, walking around him. When you reached the counter you braced your hands on the marble surface, trying to calm down your heart. Such a small interaction and your stomach was already in knots.

Tonight was going to be interesting.  

~~

At the beginning it was just the lot of you catching up on each other's lives. With metahumans attacking every breathing second your social life was almost non existent.

Somewhere along the way, Cisco managed to talk you all into playing truth or dare. Harry of course was the first to deny, but Cisco blackmailed him, saying if he didn’t participate he'd vibe his equipment all across the multiverse. With great reluctance Harry sat back down, giving your long haired friend a death stare.

So far it was quite entertaining. Barry had to give Iris a lap dance, something you never thought you would see. You and Caitlin cheered as he moved with an upbeat song. You could tell by the color of his cheeks that he was embarrassed. 

Poor guy looked like he was about to pass out. Barry got back at him by daring him to admit who he had a crush on. You were interested to find out it was Caitlin. She looked just as surprised and even flattered. They both exchanged a look and you could see a spark between them. You smiled.

What you failed to realize was the entire time Harry’s eyes would wander over you. Never long enough for you to pick up on. He was curious about your relationship status. Not that he would ever admit it of course.

“My turn!” Cisco hollered. He eyes locked unto you and you gulped at the grin that slowly played on his face. It looked suspiciously like a “I’m about to get you back” grin.

“Shit!” You didn’t want any part of what he was planning. 

 “I-I gotta use the bathroom. You guys continue without me. I'll be back in a second."

Cisco grabbed your wrist before you could run off. “Oh no you don’t. I need you for this next one.” his eyes landed on Harry.

“Harry, I dare you to french kiss (Y/N).” a chorus of oh’s and ah’s echoed and you paled. Cisco probably had no idea of your crush, he most likely assumed you were terrified of the older man. That or he knew and he was trying to make you die from a heart attack.

“I refuse.” you looked over at Harry. You were hurt at how quick he denied. Was it such an inconvenience for him to kiss you.

“I won’t damage a good friendship for such a foolish game.” his explanation made you look up with hopeful eyes. When his blue gems connected you swallowed. You could have been imagining it but you swore you caught a hint of want behind those dark rimmed glasses.

“I-It’s fine.” you assured fiddling with your hands.

“We’re all adults here, I-I doubt one kiss would ruin anything.” you said softly. You hoped he couldn’t tell how desperately you wanted him to kiss you. He searched your eyes, looking for any hint of uncertainty. When he saw none he moved over to you. When he was sitting directly in front of you he removed his glasses.

“If you’re sure.” you gave a slow nod. “If I don’t Cisco’s going to get me back with something far worse.” you joked. That made him smile a little. The entire room went quiet. Neither you or Harry seemed to pay attention to anyone else as you sat there just watching each other. Cisco shifted a few feet away, along with everyone else. Iris was trying to contain her excitement.

Barry looked a bit distant, as if trying to assess the situation. “Hey, do you think they're into each other?” he asked softly. Iris smacked him, giving him a really look. “You know, for someone so fast you sure catch onto things slow.” she commented.

“W-What, I’m not the only one.” he defended. Caitlin giggled. “We all knew, that’s why Cisco set this up.” she muttered. “And my plan seems to be working.” he whispered. They looked back at you.

“S-So uh, how do you want to do this?” you were dead nervous. Harry just seemed to be taking it all in. When his hands held both sides of your face you almost melted. He didn’t say a word, just leaned forward, eyes slowly closing. You mirrored his action and your lips met in a slow kiss.

It was so tamed at first, like he was trying to savor every moment. He was so tender with you, far different from his rough personality. One of his hands moved down, going around and pressing lightly into your back. He pulled your closer, tongue begging for entrance.

You complied, opening your mouth to him. As soon as you did he nudged you closer. You were now in his lap, hands reaching up to sift through his short locks. Harry welcomed it, a soft groan leaving him when you tugged lightly. Apparently you both forgot you still had an audience. Cisco snapped a couple pictures before gesturing them to move into the other room. They stood, sneaking away. Iris let out little giggles as they left.

Harry pulled back a little, watching your heaving expression. Your lips were a bit swollen now, eyes flickering to his almost immediately. “Wow..” you sighed out. He smiled. 

“I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical when Ramon invited me to this. It didn’t turn out to be as boring as I thought it would be.” you grinned. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. “ You would have to thank Cisco for this one later.

“Although, I didn’t expect it.” he spoke. You were confused.  “Didn’t expect what, that I have a thing for you. Come on, you’ve got to be kidding. “ It was stupid that he thought you wouldn’t be attracted to him. Then again, he wasn’t that good at reading social cues, so there was a good chance he had no idea what his small actions were doing to you. And those eyes...damn those eyes. You licked your lips.

“I really do have a thing for you.” your admittance made his eyes darken.

“I see that now…” your hands wrapped slowly around his neck and you dove in for another heated kiss. He smirked against your lips, matching your pace. 

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[killervibe]

Distracted 😉🤦🏼‍♀️

Here’s 3k of Killervibe, West-Allen and fluff 

“Hey, what was it that you saw?” Iris asked him as soon as Cisco got to the Cortex.

He shifted his weight, adjusting his daughter so she could continue snoozing with her cheek pressed against his shoulder as he followed Iris to the monitors.

“It was chaos, like, cars piling up and then this giant thing,” Cisco rambled, trying to remember the bits and pieces. “It was green.”

“No location? Nobody you know?”

“No!” Cisco exclaimed. “Nada. I just know it happens tonight.”

Iris flips on a switch for the coms in Barry’s suit. “Bear, you got that?”

“Yeah. I’m going up the North side, Wally the South.”

“Ugh.”

Ralph swung in his seat lazily, removing his eye mask. “I guess we just wait then.”

Cisco walked out to grab his gear just in case they needed to be on the go. He had to sling his jacket over his shoulder, then bent down to get his shoes very carefully as to not jolt the sleeping beauty. He hooked his fingers into the curve of his sneakers then straightened himself back up, and went back to where the rest were.

“And then she told me she felt like I wasn’t reaching my best potential, you know? So I had to try—“

Cisco dumped his stuff on the table, then glanced at the screens again. “Really. Nothing?”

Iris and Ralph shook their heads.

“Cisco,” Iris said, gesturing a bit wildly, like she was desperate for his help. “You’d say Ralph is an excellent detective, right?” Iris sent him a rather pleading look.

Cisco turned to Ralph who was looking kinda glum. “Oh. Sure, I always liked you better than Sherloque. You knew that.”

Ralph made a deep sigh. “My In-Laws don’t agree.”

“Oh,” Cisco said again, rolling his eyes. “In-Laws. Lord. I know.”

“I don’t have any,” Iris said.

There was an awkward silence.

Cisco and Ralph shared a look.

Iris cleared her throat, and returned to watch Barry and Wally run around.

“Listen, you just gotta tell them what they wanna hear, ‘Yes, Dr. T I’ll consider investing in that company, and maybe next year I’ll get my eyes laser corrected, thanks’, and it gets you off their backs until the next time.”

“Actually that sounds pretty decent,” Ralph thanked, then got up to jot that down. He stretched his hand across the room for his pen and Ralph’s Book on Marriage.

“Where’s Caitlin?” Iris asked eventually after more tense silence. It was never fun waiting for danger, especially when they had no idea what they were in for. Team Flash loved their jobs, they did, and none of them saw permanently retiring anytime soon, but now that they were all settled down, with wives and husbands and children, they had to become exceedingly more careful.

“Pharmacy,” Cisco said, knowing his voice was one inflection away from dreamy. He had a particularly bad case of love drunk he hadn’t seem to have shaken since they found out Caitlin was pregnant again. “She needed to refill her prenatal vitamin prescription. She should be back soon.”

Iris looked up, catching his eye, softening at Cisco’s hand tracing soothing patterns along Amalia’s back. “You two are excited, huh?”

Cisco smiled into his daughter’s hair. “Thrilled.”

“You think baby two will be a breacher like Amalia?”

He settled into his chair and rolled his neck over the back of the leather, closing his eyes and let out a drawn out groan.

Cisco loved his daughter and that she had his powers like nothing else in the entire world, but it was exhausting to take care of a metachild who could more or less teleport. The amount of involuntary hide-and-seek and tag Cisco and Caitlin have to play with Amalia hopping into baby breaches around the house is insane. And he doubted it was stopping anytime soon.

Cisco wasn’t sure he could go through that all over again. “Honestly, I don’t even have the energy to think about it. We’ll worry about that when we get there. We need a vacation. We’re already swamped and Caitlin isn’t even in her second trimester.”

“We’d love to take Amalia if you two would like some time off alone,” Iris offered. Cisco tightened his hold on his little girl, feeling stupidly protective.

Amalia, Nora and Don got together like three peas in a pod, all roughly around the same age of three and a half, but Cisco didn’t want to exchange his daughter for a vacation.

“Thanks Iris, but I think we were thinking more like a family getaway.”

“Oooh,” Ralph goes. “Niagara Falls is a good one. They’ve got this crazy log cabin in Canada called Great Wolf Lodge with a giant arcade room and jumbotron animatic animals who talk and sing to children.”

Ralph pauses to look up from Ralph’s Book of Marriage when he was met with silence. He huffed. “I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds.”  

Cisco tapped against his black leather Vibe pants, thinking.

Iris pulled up an article one of her junior staffers wrote for the homestyle section of the Central City Citizen. “What about Disney World?”

Cisco perked up. “Disney?”

“—GUYS? Are you still there?”

Iris minimized the tab, rolling across the desk back to the monitors. “Just a minute, honey.”

She rolled back, clicking on the article.

“You don’t have to go to California or Florida. There’s also one in France. That seems pretty cool.”

Some cackling came on over the coms.

“Are you guys talking about Disney World?”

Ralph saved iris the trip and flicked on the speaker.

“Yeah. We’re talking vacays. Don’t you think Cisco and Caitlin should go?”

Some wind cut the mic, but then it went still, the woosh of Barry speeding around disappearing. He must’ve stopped.

“I don’t know,” Barry’s voice cut in, giving his two cents. “I think Amalia is too young and it’s kinda pathetic when you can’t go on the rides because of pregnancy. I’d wait a couple more years. Ugh, and the lines.“

Ralph nodded. “Good point.”

“We should all go when our kids are older!” Barry suggested, sounding excited. “Four years from now maybe, when this new baby is no longer too young. 2028?”

They all hummed in agreement, as if they could truly make such a ridiculous plan so far off in the future.

“Whoops. Sorry, gotta check something,” Barry’s line disconnected, but they were all too distracted to pay much attention.

Amalia started to stir.

Cisco checked on her as she grumbled, flexing her curled fingers into Cisco’s skin.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, sitting her upright on his lap. “Good sleep?”

Amalia frowned adorably, taking in her surroundings. She reached up for Cisco’s hair, taking a fistful and yanked.

“Hey now,” he said, jerking his head away and shooting Ralph a half-hearted glare for laughing at him. Cisco grimaced when she smacked her hand over his face.

“She’s being very grabby recently,” he tried to explain, but in all honestly it wasn’t necessary.

He diverted his attention back to her, gently prying her hands off his face.

“Hey mini me. You good?”

She nodded, sucking her thumb. Caitlin tended to give herself an aneurysm trying to stop Amalia’s bad habit, but Cisco didn’t really bother.

“Hey Miss Lia,” Iris cooed, coming over to say hello. She stroked her soft hand. “Is Auntie Iris getting a hi?”

Amalia turned her head, burying her face back into Cisco’s neck.

“Ouch,” said Ralph.

“She’s a grumpy sleepy.” Cisco shrugged. “Don’t take it personally.”

Iris crossed her hands over her chest, pursing her lips. “Mmhmm. I think it just means she needs more toys to remember who’s her favourite aunt.”

“Sue’s her favourite,” Ralph said with pride.

Iris glowered.

Cisco bit his tongue, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

He stood up again and walked around the Cortex, bouncing Amalia a little to wake her up. Amalia’s hair was all mussed, her bangs falling over her eyes, so he gently swept them away, zoning out from the conversation as he focused on being in Daddy mode until—

“I think Sue and I are going to adopt a pig.”

“A pig?”

Amalia immediately burst into giggles, making oinking sounds.

Cisco stared up at the ceiling.

“—Why?” Iris shrilled.

“Okay, first of all, Mrs. West-Allen, I do not appreciate that tone. It’s a thing. Pigs make great additions to a family. Pigs are the new babies.”

“Oink oink oink!”

“And,” Ralph continued stubbornly, “They are very intelligent. You should consider it, Cisco.”

Cisco looked at Amalia, who was very well versed in farm animal noises, which last month he was very proud of but today may get on his very last nerve.

“I’m fine with my baby, thank you.”

Amalia only intensified her pig snorts.

“Is this your idea, or Sue’s idea…?” Iris asked, leaning against the desk with a very amused if not slightly mystified expression on her face.

“Oh it’s my idea but I’m sure Sue would be game. She’s a free spirited woman. I’m sure she’d love a hog.”

“A hog?” Iris repeated faintly.

“A piggie!” Amalia shrieked, beside herself with excitement.

“Yes Amalia!!!” Ralph banged his fist on the table, pumped at his little cheerleader. Amalia only screamed louder, the two egging each other on. Ralph pointed at Cisco. “This kid is going places!”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

Cisco and Iris shared a long glance.

“…Uh huh.”

Cisco grimaced at a particularly loud Oink! and held his squirming child out an arm away, trying to set her down. “Okay, Amalia, sweetheart, you’re shrieking in Daddy’s ear.”

She struggled, very opposed to being put down, and climbed up his Vibe pants desperately, digging her nails in trying to latch on, whining when her little socks touched the floor.

Cisco sighed, scooping her back up, feeling a lot like a mother kangaroo. He needed a pouch or something.

“I want a piggie!! I want a piggie like Uncle Ralph!!!”

“You do, huh?”

“I want a piggie!!!!”

Cisco rubbed at his temples with his free hand. “Ralph doesn’t have a pig,” he reasoned.

“—Not yet.”

“I wanna piggie!”

Cisco yanked off Amalia’s right sock, and flung it on the ground in the direction of her little playmat with her abandoned Duplos, tickling her baby toes. “You already have piggies!”

She squealed, wiggling as he played with her, hoping it would divert Amalia’s attention away from demanding a pet that would give her mother a heart attack. Iris stifled her laughter behind her hand watching them two.

Amalia finally wanted to get down, so Cisco let her go and she went running for Ralph.

Ralph met her halfway to him, stretching his arms out to snatch her and pull her onto his lap to chant about pigs as Cisco and Iris slowly backed away—Cisco needing an aspirin—Iris, coffee.

“Hey,” Iris said, “Remind me that I need to leave in fifteen minutes to pick up the twins from my dad’s. Do you think you could breach me there?

“No problem. Think the emergency won’t pop up by then?”

“Probably not,” Iris admitted. “Hmm. Maybe I should call my dad and ask if he could keep Nora and Don overnight.”

They bumped into Caitlin, who had a plastic pharmacy bag twisting from her grip in one hand, and her phone in the other. She was staring down at the device with growing distress, quickening her pace, unaware that they were down the hall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Cisco said, breaking into a jog to meet up with her. She stopped abruptly when Cisco cupped her face.

Expecting one of her soft glowing smiles, he was very surprised to see her frown deepen, shoving her phone in his face.

“Have you seen the news!?”

“…The news?”

“Barry was kidnapped! Chaos! Pandemonium! All tech was shut down, it was like a Kilg%re 2.0. It caused a pile-up downtown, I was stuck in traffic for a good half hour. Why haven’t you done anything!?”

Iris swore under her breath, grabbing Caitlin’s phone, and sprinted back to the Cortex.

“Are you okay?” Cisco asked automatically. Of course, if the city was in danger he was going to help, but his wife and her safety will always be his number one priority.

Caitlin nodded, leaning into his touch, and he removed his hand from her cheek, to run down her shoulder and arm, then placed them over her stretchy cotton shirt. She was just starting to show.

“You look so beautiful.”

Caitlin put her hand over his on her stomach, her worry disappearing from face as she sighed. “Yeah? I’m finally feeling better. I think the morning sickness is gone for good.”

He leaned forward, lifting her chin to give her a featherlight kiss. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. The plastic bag with her pills shaking behind him. He pressed their foreheads together. 

“Good trip?” he asked.

“Yes. Where’s the little one?”

Cisco chuckled. “In the Cortex with Ralph. Putting on an excellent rendition of Peppa the Pig. That’s banned now, by the way,” he joked lightly.

Caitlin pulled backwards. “What now?”

He grabbed his wife’s hand and tugged her along, telling her she’ll see soon enough.

Amalia noticed as soon as her mommy was there, ditching Ralph to run into her arms. “Mommy listen! Oink!”

“Wow,” Caitlin praised, her voice sweet like syrup. “Did you and Daddy go to a farm?”

“No!” she giggled. She lifted her arms up and Caitlin sighed, putting down her purse and plastic bag to take her daughter.

Cisco went to join Iris, who was desperately trying to reactivate the suit signals. Cisco scooted her out of the chair, flexing his fingers to take over.

“Should we be opening a breach and just go on? Doesn’t Barry need us?” Ralph asked.

“Mama, I want a piggie!”

Cisco was trying to outhack the virus, but paused enough to lift his eyebrows, filling his wife in. “Ralph wants to adopt a pig and apparently now so does our daughter.”

Caitlin laughed, and pulled off her left sock. “You already have piggies!” She tickled her toes as Amalia shrilled.

“Been there. Done that,” Cisco commented dryly. “Hey, what are your opinions on theme park vacations? Barry says Disney World is fun but are you up for that?”

“Mama, can I have a piggie?”

“Um,” Caitlin shot Cisco a helpless look. Cisco made a noise of equal exasperation as he hooked back half of Central City online.

“I can’t give you a piggie, love, but what about a baby brother or sister? And Cisco—I don’t know, theme parks are a drag when pregnant. My feet will hurt from all the walking.”

“Where is Barry!?”

Amalia considered Caitlin’s proposition, but alas, no.

“Piggie!! Piggie!! Piggie!!”

“Yeah that’s what Ralph said. What about a beach? Also they have Disney cruises!” Cisco hummed as his fingers flied over his keyboard, then smacked the counter. “Done. We’re online.”

“Oh! That sounds nice!”

Iris stood in the middle of the cortex, about to pull out her hair. “Is anyone going to help me find my husband!?!!”

Yellow lightning lit up the room as Wally wooshed in with a disorientated Flash.

“Barry!” Iris exclaimed, running to him as he stumbled.

Wally panted, putting his hands on his knees. “Thanks a lot guys.”

“Oh,” Ralph said dumbly. “We forgot about you.”

“You don’t think I noticed that,” Wally snarked back. 

He flicked on the TV. Every single channel Wally flipped to as he channel-serfed was showcasing breaking news of Kid Flash basking in glory and saving the day.

“How did you not notice our coms went down?” Barry asked, wincing when Iris gave him a bone crushing hug.

Caitlin put down Amalia to check up on him.

“…Uh.” Ralph said.

Amalia started to spin around in circles, barefoot, oinking.

“The satellites, you didn’t use them?”

Cisco cringed and replied truthfully.

“Couldn’t look at satellites if we weren’t looking at all.”

“What,” Wally’s voice went dangerously flat.

Amalia knocked into Wally’s shin. She grinned up at him when he shot his hand down to keep her steady.

“Uncle Wally will you get a piggie with me and Uncle Ralph?”

Wally eyeballed the little girl, at a loss for words.

Ralph stood up, flexing his fingers. “Well as long as nobody’s too hurt…I guess I’ll go home now.”

“Ow!” Barry yelped from the Med Bay where Caitlin was treating him.

“—Would you just—Hold still—“

“Um,” Ralph said.

“What happened here?” Wally griped.

Iris bit her nails, harried, peering into the Med Bay through the glass window.

“Daddy look!”

“Amalia, stop running around you’re going to trip,” Cisco warned her.

“Piggie!!! Piiiiiiiiiiiig!”

Cisco sent Ralph a death glare. “You did this.”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

“You made her,” he shot back.

“Piiiiiiiiiiiiiig—Owie.”

“Was that Amalia?” Caitlin called with concern.

Cisco clamoured over. He knew this was going to happen. And now she was crying, but even a bumped chin couldn’t prevent her from whimpering “piggie” between her hiccups.

“She’s fine!”

He sat on the ground and pulled her close, shushing away her tears, and wiping the wetness away from her eyes, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Eventually Wally stopped crossing his arms, and let go of trying to size them all up, dropping his arms to his sides in bafflement. “Well?!?!”

Iris, Cisco and Ralph looked at each other nervously, scratching their heads as their eyes slid to Amalia, still screaming for a pig.

“We, uh,” Iris said, tersely. “We got…”

“Distracted,” Cisco filled in.

#the flash #killervibe #westallen #the flash fic #fluff #future fic #tkv fic #Amalia ramon #dante stein ramon #suedibny #elongsue

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Fic: The View

A one-shot in the Stealing Time (coldwestallen) ‘verse. Won’t make sense unless you’ve read that first - follow the AO3 link in my profile to find it.

Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)/DC’s Legends of Tomorrow Featuring: Leonard Snart/Barry Allen/Iris West-Allen (but this one’s mainly coldflash with background coldwestallen) 4802 words Summary: Len tries to get lost. Barry finds him. (Every fic in this series gets a song: ‘A Sorta Fairytale’ by Tori Amos)

The View

Sometimes I think I came back wrong.

As soon as Len hit ‘send’ on the message, he regretted it.

Not because he didn’t want to talk to Barry. He wanted nothing more than to pour out his damn heart to him. The one he never knew he had, before that impossible, wonderful man and his incredible wife fell into his life like a miracle that he didn’t deserve. 

Len wanted to talk to him so badly, he ached. He just didn’t know how.

He glanced down at his phone screen again, wishing he could take the message back. For a moment, he almost understood Barry’s constant temptation to change the timeline.

Maybe they weren’t so different after all.

The trail of evidence of their contrasting experiences of time travel had been left all over STAR Labs, in the bleary morning residue of frenetic late-night whiteboard scribbles. In Barry’s red pen, a straight timeline with a tiny runner immersed in it, hurling himself desperately from the future to the past and back to the present. On the other side of the board, blue marker in Len’s hand approximated his mess of a perspective - distant, twisted webs lit by points of light. A bird’s-eye view of Time.

(“We could call it an… Oculus view.”

“You’re not funny, you know.”

“Oh, but I am.”)

It was probably harder for Barry, with his unrelenting longing to make things better, and no way to pull back and see what havoc his changes on the timeline would wreak. 

But Len didn’t want the god’s perspective on the river of Time.

(channel it three feet in one direction, drown a village; divert its course two inches another way, starve a world)

Some days, he just wanted Time to leave him the fuck alone.

In his pocket, his phone buzzed. 

Different. Not wrong. 

“Sure, Barry,” he muttered. He leaned back against the rock, there on the time-forsaken beach on the coast of northern France. When he had realised he needed a break from… everything, he’d found himself here, in his usual way. Decided it would be best for everyone if he stayed a while.

He laughed out loud at the idea that any of this was usual. It had been a fucked-up shitshow from the beginning, and maybe it always would be. Letting his fingers trace the rough stones beneath him, he kept his breathing steady, fighting the old panic that came with thinking about his powers and everything they brought…

No, not the old panic. He mostly knew how to handle the day-to-day effects of his powers now. Now he was just freaked out by the bigger perspective. 

The Oculus view.

I miss you, he texted back to Barry. 

He smothered the old dread that came with saying words like that to another person. The past didn’t always repeat, even for him. Barry and Iris loved him.

Even if he sometimes questioned their wisdom there. 

The phone buzzed again so fast he wondered if Barry had used his speed to answer, but it pulled Len out of the dark rabbit hole he was tumbling down. So come home, Barry’s text read. Len chuckled as a line of dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared - a nervous speedster typing and deleting more messages. 

“Oh, Barry,” he murmured. “Why do you care this much?” He’d mostly given up asking that question a long time ago, but sometimes it resurfaced. 

Like today, on a beach at the edge of the world.

Can’t, he finally typed back, after staring at the phone screen for a couple of minutes.

...Can I come to you?

He coughed another laugh, then dialled a number, lifting the phone to his ear. 

“Are you okay?” Barry’s voice raced in, true to form, before Len could say a word.

No, he wanted to say. 

I’ve forgotten what okay feels like, he wanted to say. 

I need you, he wanted to say.

“Not quite how I’d put it,” is what came out. 

“...Len.”

He sighed out at the drab, colourless ocean. “I’m in Baie de Lannion. Texting you a map link.”

“Thank you,” Barry breathed, relief palpable in his voice, even down the tinny phone line. 

He counted the waves crashing in and out against the rocks four times, before a trail of lightning flared across the beach and stuttered to a stop beside him.

“Now, was that so hard?” said Barry’s voice, a hint of gentle mockery in it.

Len smiled.

I don’t know what takes hold Out there in the desert cold

--- Barry found him sitting against a rock on a desolate beach. Len had taken his shoes off and was letting the tide roll in and out over his socks. Barry tugged his coat closer against the wind - he’d run there in Cisco-patented civilian clothes - and glanced down at Len in his jeans and light black sweater. No parka in sight. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, then rolled his eyes at the answering chuckle. “Seriously, Len? That was barely a pun.”

“Good enough,” Len murmured. His eyes were fixed on a point in the distance. 

The coastline curved ahead of them around a sheltered bay, with a cluster of tiny islands beyond the headland and a blue tower perched on the furthest rock. A lighthouse. 

At least Len had warned them before he left, this time. Standing at the fireplace running his fingers over the mantle, avoiding both Barry and Iris’s eyes. He needed some time alone, he’d said. All things considered, that was progress. Better than back when he’d just disappeared - either in a burst of blue light, or in old-fashioned freaking out and running away.

It still hurt.

“Why can’t he talk to us? Even now?” Barry had asked Iris a few days later, when he’d clocked that ‘time alone’ meant longer than he’d first thought.

She’d shifted closer to him on the couch. Warm against his side, where Leonard was cold. Here, where he was absent. “I wish I knew, babe. Give him time. He’ll come around.”

He smiled gratefully at her, always trusting her to solve the mystery of Leonard Snart. 

But he hadn’t expected it to take over a week before Len got in contact. 

Not waiting for permission, Barry dropped down next to him on the stony beach, pulling his knees up to avoid the tide quietly surging around them. “Comfy.” He shuffled awkwardly. “I think there’s a stone up my ass.” At the lack of sarcastic reply - he’d been hoping for something about how it was better than the usual stick up there - he glanced over, trying to make it look like he wasn't staring. 

Len didn’t look too bad, considering the week-long disappearance. He was clean-shaven and looked almost rested. But he’d always known how to lie through appearances. 

Barry fought his way slowly through the silence for a while. Then, quietly, with his eyes on the sea, he said, “Talk to me.”

He caught Len’s shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Caitlin says acceptance ain’t a... straight line.” 

Pretending that didn’t make his heart sink, Barry let his eyes flicker right again. Len looked so lonely. “Good days and bad, right?” Pulling at any thread he could follow to break into his lover’s isolation, he said, “I get that. My powers were all pretty positive from the beginning, and I still had days when I couldn’t handle what was happening to me, at first.”

That time, the silence was longer, while Barry thought of and threw out a dozen things he could have said that... wouldn’t have helped. Hating the helplessness that washed over him like a wave, he still made himself wait till Len was ready. 

At last Len turned his head to look at him, raising a hand in a gesture at the beach around him. “You ever run to anyplace like this? Somewhere where nothing ever changes?”

Barry met sad blue eyes and smiled, remembering the thrill of going where no other human feet had ever run. “Oh yeah.” He hugged his knees tighter. “Polar ice caps, Sahara Desert… Timeless places.”

“Not quite,” Len mused, narrow-eyed. “But, yeah. Close.”

Another swell of silence lapped around them, rising and falling. Barry listened to Len’s deceptively calm breathing until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Caitlin said you had a tough week in therapy.” At the sharp head tilt, he scrambled to clarify, “She didn’t break any confidences. She was just worried.”

A little fishing boat was coming into view, struggling on rough waves. From this remote vantage point, it looked perilously close to going under. 

Len shrugged, eyes distant again. “Things got a little tricky. I, uh... I couldn’t...” He let out a quiet noise of frustration. 

The tide of helplessness rushed through Barry again. He hadn’t understood how difficult words could be for Len, until he really got to know him. For someone who talked a whole lot, Len didn’t always say very much. He wielded words like a shield, like a weapon. Anything more real - sharing, connecting - could be a struggle.

Watching jittery fingers tapping against the rock, Barry reached out a hand, letting it sit at Len’s hip. “I don’t have anywhere else to be. Take your time.”

A black-gloved hand slid across the rock to meet Barry’s, locking their fingers tightly together. It set something warm curling in Barry’s chest. “Can I ask you something?” 

Keeping a tight hold on his hand, Barry shifted around to look at him. “Sure.”

Len stared down at their hands with a calculating look. “How did it feel, at first, after you… changed?” he asked, drawling on feel as if the word grated.

“When I became the Flash?”

Len nodded.

“Insanely powerful, at first. Like I could do anything. Save anyone.” A sense-memory flooded him, those first, wild moments of running, and he laughed quietly. “And, honestly, so much fun. It took a while before that turned into real helplessness.” 

That got him a raised eyebrow. 

He took a breath that felt like slamming into a wall. “Eobard Thawne. Zoom… Times when it felt like the whole universe was out to ruin my life.” A lightning-flash of memories, grainy and fixed forever like an old, miserable film strip. He swallowed, refusing even to think of Savitar, who didn’t deserve to be remembered. Iris… “To take the people I love away from me.”

Sharp eyes were trained on Barry. “I didn’t know you felt like that.”

Well, yeah. Most people saw sunshine and light, when they looked at Barry. He kept the rest to himself. Maybe he wasn’t so different from Len, that way. 

...Len, whose eyes had gone distant again. Barry poked him, “Nice deflecting. Weren’t we talking about you?”

“You were.” 

“Len.”

A wry raised eyebrow later, Len turned back towards the open ocean. “Barry,” he said, and it came out like a sigh. “Before this thing with you and Iris, how much time do you think I spent talking about my feelings?” He drawled the last word a little, but not in disgust this time - closer to bemusement.

And Barry was done feeling helpless. Squinting at the bay where it curved out of sight, he squeezed Len’s hand. “Come for a walk with me.” He expected the cynical head-tilt, and ignored it. “Come on - I mean it. I ran across a cliff-top just up there—” he jerked his thumb behind him a couple of times— “that looked like it had an awesome view.”

A surprise of a smile broke across Len’s face. “God’s-eye view,” he murmured, studying Barry, who didn’t ask what that was about. 

But he saw the moment Len decided to try. 

“And how exactly are we getting up there? I don’t see any steps.”

Barry grinned.

“No,” Len said firmly.

Barry tugged on his hand, in what he hoped was a good impression of a puppy with a stick to chase.

Len rolled his eyes to the sky. “Why does the universe keep feeling the need to punish me?”

“It gave you me, to make up for it!” He ignored Len’s snort and tugged on his hand once more. “Come on. You won’t even feel it.”

“Fine.”

The vertical run up the cliff face was easy - for him. He deposited a doubled-over-coughing Len very gently on the clifftop. “Oh, that wasn’t even fast,” he mocked. Taking advantage of Len’s inability to speak, he added, “Drama queen.”

When he got his breath back, Len rasped, “You love my fondness for drama.”

Barry smiled and took his hand again. “Yeah.”

--- Half a mile along the clifftop, Len started to feel the familiar magnetic pull towards a fixed point in time, prickling in his fingers and toes.

It turned out to be an abandoned graveyard by a ruined church.

They’d been having a casual chat about the perils of being a super...hero, but as Len knelt down to examine a headstone so old he couldn’t read the writing, he felt Barry’s mood shift. 

“And then there’s the places time does touch,” Barry was musing behind him. 

Len could feel his gaze against the back of his head. “Hmm.”

Barry dropped down beside him, not letting Len avoid his eyes anymore. Typical. “What do you mean, you think you came back wrong?”

He ran his hand quietly over the mottled stone for a minute. Barry could wait for him to craft a thought, for once in his breakneck life. When Len was damn well ready, he said, “You know, I touch this, and I know how old it is. Fourteenth century. It’s…” He squeezed his eyes shut, letting his mind follow the little flares of light along the timeline. “A woman’s grave. Country woman. Tough life.”

Beside him, Barry hummed. “Can you always do that?”

He shook his head, opening his eyes to examine the stone again. “The object has to be linked to a fixed point in time.” He glanced up at the church behind them, sitting right on the edge of the clifftop - time had taken its toll in erosion on the land beyond it. Ornately carved pews had once covered a floor now overgrown with weeds. The walls, now crumbling and ivy-infested, had once been adorned with hand-painted images. “She fed a king - hmm, right here in the church. Brought him soup that kept him alive after a battle.”

“And that’s all it takes to create a fixed point?”

He tried to keep his shrug casual. “Sometimes. If the king made enough impact on the timeline afterwards.” 

The dark wave of the timeline was dragging him under. He pulled his hand away from the stone, suddenly, like it had shocked him. Sat back on his heels to catch his breath.

Barry, who clearly hadn’t noticed Len’s little freak-out, was gazing at him with a look of wonder. It turned Len’s stomach a little bit. “You’ve got a gift, Len,” he said, in that same voice he’d once used to tell Len there was good in him. The cocky confidence of a hero who knows he’s right.

“Please,” Len replied, aiming for drawn-out and dismissive. “I’m using my powers. You don’t need to keep persuading me they’re useful.” He folded his legs under him, adding in a mutter, “Use them every damn day, on the Waverider, when I’m not taking a break to sort my head out.” 

Oh yeah, he used them - till he was wrung and out and exhausted and so done with life that he was just about ready to throw the Oculus’s gift back in its face.

To just give up, and let himself be washed away on the river of Time.

Barry criss-crossed his legs next to him. More gently this time, he asked again, “What did you mean, came back wrong, Len?” 

Clearly he wasn’t going to let this go. Len ran a hand over his head, taking him in. His impossible, wonderful love. 

“It still hurts, Barry. Still messes up my head, seeing this colossal view of the timeline, like a gaping wound in the universe…” He shook his head at the headstone. “I tell you the story of this grave, I have touch something… terrifying. And sometimes it just pulls me in, and I can’t make it stop, and it fucking sucks.” He glanced up at Barry, expecting the raw look on his face. “A gift? Some days I think you’re right. Others, it’s a curse.”

Bracing himself back on his hands, Barry sighed. “I know about the side effects of your powers, Len.” He was looking at him like Len was ripping his heart out.

“Do you? Because I’m only just beginning to understand what I can do, and what it means for me. Disabled, Caitlin called it. I didn’t get what she meant, at first. Thought I was just broken. But I didn’t break… just sometimes wish I had.” 

Barry was oddly, uncharacteristically silent.

“Ignore me. I’m just having a self-pitying moment,” he drawled. He should stop talking, but the trickle he'd already let out had burst something, and now it was all pouring out of him like a flood. “Don’t know whether to blame the Oculus, or the powers it left me with, or a world that doesn’t have room for me anymore. Not… not like this.” He shrugged, hearing his voice slip into a deflecting tone that he couldn’t fight. “Like you said. Good days and bad. I’ll be back to the almost-enthusiastic not-quite-hero life tomorrow, probably.”

Barry hummed, his eyes taking in the ocean far below them, the waves crashing against the rocks, drowning them and retreating. For a moment, the little lighthouse was all that could be seen above the water. “You think the world doesn’t have room for you?”

Len inclined his head towards him. “Freaks and meta-heroes not included. At least the Legends can handle my unreliable disappearing acts. In the middle of missions…” He trailed off, avoiding the hard gaze Barry had turned back on him, as if he could see the anxiety swirling in his gut.

“Is that what happened?”

Len just nodded, since his voice was about to betray him.

“Does it happen a lot?”

He cleared his throat. “No. Just enough that they’re too forgiving about it.”

Barry snorted. “Of course they are. Have you met them? They can barely…” 

He must have caught sight of Len’s face, because he stopped talking and grabbed his hand again. 

Len held on.

The strange pressure to keep talking built again, threatening an explosion. “And then there’s how they treat me like I’m sick.  Which I guess I am… I can never do anything with my powers without someone asking if I’m okay.” He aimed a pointed look at Barry. “Do you how often people asked me I was okay before I died?”

Barry’s lips twitched in the beginning of a smile. “Guessing you’d have shot anyone who did.”

That almost hurt, but he let it go. “Pretty much. And of course half the time I’m not okay, and then they just fawn over me more. And Gideon’s treatments - I’m a nauseous, shaking mess half my fucking life.”

There was a squeeze around his fingers. “Is she working on that?”

“Yeah.” 

And it was as if the tide had passed. He took a deep breath, and let the silence wrap him up like a coat again.

Barry was watching him, the shadow of pain a little lighter in his eyes now. “You never talk to me about this,” he said quietly. “You say this stuff to Iris, but not to me.”

Len shrugged, a lift of his left shoulder that he knew was overdramatic. “She doesn’t scare easy.” 

As soon as it was out, he could see it was the wrong thing to say. 

He laid a gloved hand on Barry’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Barry smiled at him, forgiving as ever. “I know.”

Len was idly playing with three blades of grass, twisting them around and around each other, till he could never have separated them again. “She’s an anchor in the storm. You’re a challenge. I need you both.”

“I know,” Barry repeated, grinning wryly at him now. “I get it, Len. I love you too.”

Len grimaced. “I hate that this shit touches every part of my life, you and Iris included.”

But Barry was holding his gaze, and suddenly Len could see the Flash in his eyes. The strength of the hero, who wasn’t afraid to stand beside him.

To share the view.

“Did I ever tell you,” Barry said, after a long moment of quiet, “about the second time I lost my powers?”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. To ask Barry to spare him the sob story with the happy ending that Len wasn’t going to get. But, once again, he forced himself to do better than his usual shit. “Go on.”

He watched Barry slide into a memory just as easily - and painfully - as Len slid into someone else’s timeline. “Zoom wanted my speed. He had already beaten me half to death and done a dozen other brutal things, and… then he kidnapped Wally.” His face was twisting into that dark expression that Len didn’t see there too often, but was damn terrifying when he did. “By then, we had a way to give him my speed. So, I did.”

Len’s neck cracked as he turned to look at him. “Willingly?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “He had Wally.”

Len remembered his father’s last threat against Lisa, and swallowed down a surge of rage. “What happened?”

A cloud moved across the sun above them. Barry’s face was shrouded in shadow. “Losing my speed sucked. So bad that I let the team torture my powers back into me… You already know the rest of that story.” He glanced over at Len with wary eyes. “I know it’s not the same—”

“No, it’s not,” Len snapped, feeling the familiar regret wash over him as soon as Barry’s face sagged. He bit down on another flash of anger, this time turned inward, and grit his teeth to ask the question of the day. “How did you feel?”

Lost in the moment again, Barry turned focused eyes on him, the slight already forgotten. Always too damned forgiving. “Helpless. Like I was stuck at the mercy of a callous uni— multiverse.” He sighed. “That didn’t really get better for a long time. Zoom killed my dad first… and you know about Flashpoint.”

(helpless)

Barry had gone back to staring at the sea, his face softening into fathomless sadness. This time, it was Len who took Barry’s hand, getting a grateful squeeze back. 

Len wasn’t the only one facing battles that he couldn’t fight alone.

“I know it’s not likely I can understand what you’re going through.” Barry raised almost-amused eyebrows at Len. “And you can’t really relate to the things I’ve been through either.” His fingers tightened around Len’s again. “But there’s zero chance of that if we don’t talk to each other.”

Len let out a long sigh, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his free arm around them. “I meant it, you know. When I told the Oculus I’d take whatever came with these powers.”

“I know,” Barry’s clear, trusting voice rang out. So much faith in him, and he still wasn’t sure he deserved it. “Len, you can have a bad week. It doesn’t invalidate what you’ve chosen.” He smiled, a playful grin. “Doesn’t stop you from being a hero.”

Nodding straight ahead, Len tried not to dignify that with an answer. He failed. “You’re gonna keep doing that, aren’t you?”

Barry didn’t stop grinning. “Yup.” He uncurled his hand from around Len’s and lifted it slowly towards his face, a question in his eyes. Len nodded, feeling a little smile pull at his mouth as Barry’s hand rested gently on his cheek. “You’re my hero. That’s what matters,” he whispered conspiratorially. It was always his final statement in this ridiculous bit.

Already an old dance.

He let himself search Barry’s too-sincere face for just a minute. His impossible, wonderful love, who had somehow fallen for an asshole like him. Who knew he couldn’t save him, not from the worst of it, but still kept trying, like the fucking hero he was.

Leaning in, he kissed Barry, gentle and slow, and it felt like home.

He felt the tears on his cheeks as he pulled away. Crying was another thing Len hadn’t done before the fucking Oculus… No - before he fell in love with two people who melted his heart of ice.

Barry reached out to thumb the tear-tracks away. “Len?”

“I can’t do this alone.” He managed to suppress a shudder at the monumental admission of weakness - one he knew Barry would never use against him. And God, Len was right. He didn’t deserve him.

“Then come home,” Barry was murmuring, dropping his forehead against Len’s.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and breathing Barry in. “Okay.”

When he opened them again, he caught a glimpse of a pair of seagulls soaring over the little blue lighthouse, side by side.

For me to take your word I had to steal it

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“Well, if it isn’t our wandering Rogue,” Iris observed from the couch, as Barry pulled the door shut behind the two of them. She grinned as her husband headed straight over to kiss her, leaning over the back of the couch and giving her a light, familiar peck on the lips. It had her smiling against him and running her hand through his soft hair, and then he vaulted across to sit next to her. Always so eager to be near her, even after all the years he’d spent around her.

She looked back to see Len hovering at the door, hesitant and twitchy. She gave him a no-nonsense curl of her finger. “Are you just going to stand there, Leonard?”

He laughed, his eyes flickering briefly up to the corner of the ceiling, then back to her. His shoulders sagged as he headed over to join them on the couch, only pausing for a second to give the space next to Iris a troubled look. Barry tensed a bit beside her, but she just patted the empty couch seat. “I’m not mad, love. Just been worried about you.”

“Sorry,” he muttered anyway, slumping down beside her. 

Iris smiled at him, and some of the light returned to his eyes. “It’s okay. Really.” She reached up to kiss him too - oh, the pain of being with two ridiculously tall men - feeling the reticence melt out of him as he lingered against her lips. When he pulled away, she left her hand on his cheek for just a second.

He nodded slowly back at her.

She leaned back, keeping a little vigil over her two quiet heroes. Len was slowly relaxing beside her, lost in thought as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Barry just looked weary. Probably a mission success, given Len's return, but they both seemed a little wrung out. “So, who wants pizza?”

“Depends,” Barry said through a yawn. “Do I have to run to get it?”

She grinned at him. “If you can stand Central City's Pizza Hut, we can order in.”

Barry squinted at her. “Even if I want twenty?”

Len snorted on her other side, nodding across her at Barry. “We’ll give them a very good tip.”

Barry beamed. “I love you both. I’ll order. Oh and I should, uh—” He scratched the back of his neck. “I should find the pizza cutter—” 

He was clattering loudly through drawers before she realised he had flashed into the kitchen.

Len raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Subtle, he is not.”

She laughed, her hand tightening on his where it was sitting softly on her hip. “I missed you.”

His brow crinkled in a frown, eyes averted from hers. “Missed you too.”

Prodding just a little more, since she was always of the opinion that Leonard needed an occasional kick up the backside, she asked, “Are you okay?”

He was aiming a rueful grin at the arm of the couch. “Everyone wants to know if I’m okay.” 

But there was a shadow in his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked gently.

Leonard looked up, holding her gaze for a moment, as if he trying to figure something out. 

“Yes,” he said at last.

Over twenty pizzas, with Barry and Iris tangled together on the couch while Leonard lounged on the floor, he talked, and they listened.

Somewhere along the way, he felt his bird’s-eye view of the timeline shift and pull down, till all he could see was the three of them. All in all, was a pretty nice day

#my fic #stealing time 'verse #coldflash #coldwestallen #leonard snart #barry allen #iris west-allen #all the usual tags for this verse #angst with a hopeful ending #mental health issues #post-oculus leonard snart #catharsis #len doesn't want to talk #barry persuades him #cw suicidal ideation #(it's brief and passive but it's there) #much more hopeful than the tags suggest... I think!

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❝ I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. ❞ for Ave and Eddie >:)

The Flash: Wedding Pact // Prompt // Averey and Eddie

Averey’s chewing of her bite of pizza slowed, a thoughtful look crossing her face. It was such an easy question. Though, nothing in her life ever was truly easy. At least, she never made it that way.

“It’s an easy answer,” Eddie said, reaching for the shaker of pizza seasoning. Averey watched as he turned it in his hand and shook it once, twice, three, four, five, six times over his pizza slice before setting it down and reaching for the shaker of parmesan cheese. “Do you ever see yourself getting married?”

“Do you see yourself fitting in your suit tomorrow morning?” Averey shot back. Eddie made a face, sticking his tongue out at her. She lifted her hands in defense. “Low blow, mate, I’ll admit. Sorry.”

Eddie waved his hand in the air, deflecting the comment, as he took a large bite out of his slice of pizza. . She knew about his past struggles with his weight. After years of working on the police force, no doubt having to pass yearly fitness exams, it was still hard for her to believe at times that he would have been heavier when he was younger. His enjoyment of food never left him, as she had quickly learned.

“Sure, it’s something I’ve thought about,” Averey finally answered his question, wiping her greasy fingers on a napkin. She pulled one foot up off the floor and to the seat of the booth they were situated in, pulling it to her chest. Eddie shook the parmesan cheese over his pizza slice. “But it’s not something that really bothers me.” Eyebrows sliding towards each other, she regarded him. “I mean I don’t feel like I’m falling behind just because I’m not hitched. Have you thought about it?”

“Beach wedding,” Eddie instantly replied, earning a soft laugh from Averey. She shook her head back and forth, putting her attention back on her pizza. He set down the parmesan cheese and lifted his cup of soda to his mouth, he used his pinky finger to point at her. “Weather permitting of course.”

“Of course.” Averey nodded as he took a long sip of soda.

“Preferably at night, so I can have tiki torches or just some of those nice hanging lights strung up everywhere,” Eddie continued his explanation, licking his lips free from the sugary drink, “and barbecued ribs will be for dinner.”

Averey popped an eyebrow upward. “At a wedding?” She removed the hand that was reaching for her half-eaten slice of pizza and settled it back on her knee. “Mate, are you bloody insane?”

“Everyone will get smocks.” Eddie shrugged when Averey burst out laughing. “If you’re going to spend so long sitting in uncomfortable chairs waiting for two people to get married in ten minutes, you should at least get some good food as compensation.”

“Being encased in those nice outfits for hours,” Averey said, placing one hand on the table in front of her palm up, “you can let loose and really chow down by the end of the day.” She placed the other on the table palm up.

“Now you’re catching on.”

“Sounds like my kind of party.” Averey lowered her foot back to the floor. She tilted her head to the side. “Am I invited?”

She watched as Eddie leaned back in his chair, balancing on the back two legs. He stretched his arms upwards. Scratched the back of his head. Smoothed down his hair and pushed out a sigh.

“Are you all right, there? You’ve gotten quiet.”

“As much as I would want to have that kind of wedding, I don’t see it ever happening. A courthouse marriage, maybe.”

“Right,” Averey clicked her tongue, “mate, that didn’t answer my question.” Eddie pulled his eyebrows together, giving her an incredulous look. She slumped in her seat, almost pouting. He still didn’t say a word. Growling in her throat, Averey struck out her foot, catching the edge of his chair, pushing it backwards.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie shifted his weight forward, scrambling to grab the table to regain his balance. “Averey!”

“Eddie Thawne, I better be invited to your bloody wedding.”

“Of course, you’re invited,” Eddie replied. “You’d probably be the only one there, honestly.”

Averey frowned, her eyebrows coming towards each other. “Barry, and Joe, and Cisco, and them, they’d all go if you invited them,” she said. “You know they would.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Eddie said with a shrug.

Averey squinted her eyes even further. “This isn’t like you, mate,” she said. She set her elbows on the table and rest her chin on her upturned fists, pushing her cheeks upwards. “What happened to the guy who was optimistic about everything? That was so confident with himself?”

“So confident that it came across as arrogance,” Eddie said making a face. Averey didn’t respond to that. Or even knew how to respond to it.

It was true, for a while, outside of Iris, and of course working with Barry and Joe, Eddie didn’t really socialize with anyone. Work was usually his focus, and with now knowing about Barry’s identity as the Flash, Averey’s as Visionary, and the secret goings on of S.T.A.R. Labs, it was almost impossible to socialize even if he wanted to.

As the son of a former senator, everyone knew what his father had done in Keystone and they had no qualms about letting him know how they felt about all the factories being shut down. As such, Averey had come to realize, most people weren’t quick to strike up friendships with him. BY his own admission, trying to go by various nicknames didn’t help either. Either people thought he got a leg up in the world because of the Thawne name and his father or they thought he deserved any hardships in retaliation of sorts due to the closing of the factories. When you’re as suspicious of other people’s behaviors as they are of yours, it was hard to strike up a friendship.

“I thought I had my life set up for me here. You know I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, and even then, none that I ever really kept.” After everything in Keystone, I’ve been doing well with my job, met the woman I thought I was going to marry, and then it all fell apart.” He shrugged for a second time and reached for his pizza taking a large bit out of it. “In the end, if you’re the only one who ever showed up, I think I’d still have a good time.”

Averey hummed. “As a guest or as your wife?”

Eddie’s chewing stopped for a moment before he slowly continued. “What?” he asked after a stretch of silence.

“Come on,” Averey said with a laugh. “Mate, if there’s anyone who would ever make a pact to get married by the time we were thirty-five, it’d be you and me, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t that be a buzz?”

Eddie snorted. “If we waited until you were thirty-five years old, I’d be—”

“Ancient,” Averey interrupted him with a bright smile.

“Thanks,” Eddie said flatly. Still, a second later, he matched her smile with one of her own. “How long do you think we’d stay married for? We’d get on each other’s nerves for sure.”

“Oh, definitely,” Averey agreed, emphatically. “And with our work schedules, we’d have plenty of space at home; we wouldn’t have to see each other much.”

“Which would make coming home to see you made it home ok that much better,” Eddie said.

Averey slowly nodded. “Right back atcha,” she said quietly.

It was hard knowing that one small mistake could put her loved ones in danger. Of course, she and Barry were out facing an attacking metahuman head on as the Flash and Visionary, but Joe and Eddie, while not fully equipped to handle metahuman attacks, did still race to signs of danger to try and contain the situation. And save as many innocent people as possible. It was hard not to worry about everyone while in the middle of a fight; knowing that one slip of the mind could put them in danger.

Still, at the end of it all, seeing everyone was safe and could spend another night returning home, was one of the most relieving feelings in the world.

Averey reached across the table and took his hand, gently squeezing it. “I do love you, you know,” she said after a moment of silence.

Eddie nodded, squeezing her hand back. “I love you, too,” he said. He then dropped his hand into his lap.

“You’ll get married one day, I know it. I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you,” Averey said, reaching for her cup of soda. She quickly finished it off in a gulp. “You’re charming, and confident, you have the incredible ability of putting both feet in your mouth—” Eddie snorted, “and have a good sense of humor, and you like to have fun, and you’re loyal—”

“You sound like you’re describing a dog.”

Averey twitched her eyebrows upwards, a mocking smile coming to her face. “I always thought you have a golden retriever type of quality about you,” she said, “especially with your blond hair – ahh!” She flailed her hands a bit too late, and the napkin Eddie balled up and threw at her, hit her in the face. “Oh, come off it, I’m just taking the piss. I do mean it, yeah, you have very attractive qualities.”

“I appreciate it,” Eddie said, reaching for another napkin to wipe his hands. He then reached for his wallet. “If you’re done, I’ll get the bill.”

“And that’s one of those qualities I was just referring to,” Averey said with a wide smile, “you know how to take care of a lady.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

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[ Sentence Starters: misc. romantic tension | Ask Box ]

#ceruleanmusings #answered ask #ask #prompt #oc: averey moore #eddie thawne #brotp: criminal law #rhuben answered #authored by: rhuben #finally got to this #sorry for the wait

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[ cleve x cisco headcanons ] [ note: sorry there isn't any particular theme or order to these they're kind of all over the place but !! i had a lot of ideas and i kind of just wrote them as i went over them so !! here they are !! :) ]

-these nerds bond a lot over pokemon. they nicknamed their starter pokemon after each other during their second playthrough of black and white 2. a tepig ( now emboar ) named cisco and a snivy ( now serperior ) named cleve. also their starters are totally boyfriends. sorry, i don't make the rules.

-cleve is a lil' taller than cisco and that means ... lots of forehead kisses. sometimes even mocking ones specifically meant to remind him that he is shorter. cisco will pretend he is aggrivated by this but let it be known that he absolutely adores it.

-sometimes there are missions where cleve isn't out on the field and is idle in S.T.A.R. labs just in case he's needed. usually cisco is handling tracking barry/navigating/collecting meta information ( assuming he's not out fighting as well ) and his attention is usually taken up. cleve will often take this opportunity to doodle some sketches of cisco and occassionally other members of the team. he's only really ever shown them to caitlin, but there was a time where cisco found one of cleve's sketch pages and has refused to give it back since.

-cisco is prone to waking in the middle of the night subconciously just to check and make sure cleve is still there. he won't allow himself to rest further if cleve isnt there asleep with him -- and if he is, cisco will pretty quickly fall back asleep.

-being prone to nightmares doesn't help. sometimes cisco has dreams that cleve gets hurt or worse, maybe even vanishing somehow, which sends him into an immediate state of panic upon awakening. he'll pretty much cling to cleve after this and INSIST on being in his arms until morning or else he will not be able to go back to sleep.

-cisco will prioritize cleve over pretty much ANYTHING. zoom taking barry's speed ?? meh. devoe trying to wipe out humanity ?? yawn. nazis from another earth crash his best friends wedding ?? he sleeps. cleve forgot to eat breakfast this morning ?? will whole ass suit up just to breach a banana or someth to him.

-cleve likes to leave sticky notes for cisco!! sometimes they'll say cute stuff like a simple ' reminder that i love you! ' or someth like that, but sometimes they'll be actual notes to help him get through the day!

-cisco's lockscreen is cleve wearing the vibe glasses and making a silly face and its been like that ever since he took the picture. cleve's lockscreen changes frequently ( he has a lot of pictures of his boyfriend, as one does ) but currently its a picture he snuck of cisco sleeping.

- surprise cuddle sessions. sometimes cisco wants attention. cleve will be minding his business doing whatever and here he comes. caitlin or harry will ask him to do something and hes sitting on cleve's lap like ' um ?? im on my cuddle break ask again in 30 minutes '

- AND HAND HOLDING. THEY LOVE HOLDING HANDS ESPECIALLY WHEN WALKING TOGETHER. they could be walking to the other side of the room but if they're not holding hands while doing it then really whats the point ??

- something cisco loves to do for cleve is make him breakfast, but the plot twist is that cleve ALSO likes making cisco breakfast, so now there's a bit of a war because whoever wakes up first gets to make the other breakfast and be all romantic. but also sometimes they're both too tired to get up and cook and they opt to stay in bed and snuggle and share sleepy kisses. maybe even have a lazy day?

-they totally have matching shirts that say someth like ' if lost return to my boyfriend ' and the other saying ' im the boyfriend '

-sometimes cleve will say something in japanese and it'll sound romantic and cisco will be like ' aww ' but in reality he just said something like 'the cheese is moldy'.

-billie joe is their baby and they treat him like he is their own child. they are very proud cat parents.

-as an anniversary gift one year, cisco spent months trying to make cleve a jacket that fit him and his vibe, but was also perfect for protection, health, and combat. he was being a HUGE perfectionist about it, scrapping ideas and changing the style almost constantly over the littlest doubt. when they day finally came to give it to cleve, cisco was so nervous about it he almost forgot to give it to cleve entirely. ofc, cleve ADORED it and has worn it ever since, it really means the world ( multiverse? ) to him -- but sometimes cisco still likes to make small improvements.

requested by ciscocore !! hope you like these !! ♡ photo source: x

#headcanon requests #happy birthday !!! #loved doing these !! so fun !! #and I LOVE U GUYS #SORRY THIS FEELS LIKE NOT A LOT #kind of attached to the ship name vibeshell #eyes emoji #anyway its SO late here wtf #also tried to include caitlin a lil bit in here too bc shes ur bestie and i love her #shes so ?? underrated ?? i hate it #also idk if you like pokemon black and white its one of my favorites but i know a lot of people dont like that gen so #feel free to imagine a different game than that one lmaooo #tired rambling #sorry my tags are long i'll stop now #self shipping #self ship #self ship headcanons #f/o headcanons #other cute self ships #gif not mine