#killervibe month | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

simone-garnett · 5 years

Text

short title: meant to be long title: doesn’t really matter if you’re on the run, it seems like we’re meant to be pairing: killervibe word count: 8 600 (of 31k+) rating: explicit (!!) part: 2 of 3 information: *insert the ‘it’s been 84 years gif* supervillain au.

pt i /// ffn /// ao3

He is over her apartment a few nights later, Caitlin surprised at the knock on her window. He slips in with an easy smile on his face, taking a seat - her seat - eating the spaghetti she had been in the middle of. She scoffs at his swagger, mock indignation on her face as he continues to eat her food, critiquing her techniques and offering advice. Caitlin rolls her eyes, padding into the kitchen to prepare herself a plate of spaghetti for herself, smiling to herself as he rambled on about his day and the general annoyance of the police. Not once mentioning that she had prepared enough food for two people that night.

(She had been hopeful, she admits. But gosh, was it worth it.)

She watches him with curious eyes, Vibe wordlessly picking up the phone that was beside his - her - plate, swiping through her apps and contacts. She knows he is typing something, Caitlin watching on amused as his face becomes serious for a moment before he slides her phone over to her. “That’s my number.” And the amusement vanishes from her face, shock taking its place. “If you ever are in an emergency or need help or just want to talk, call me.” She nods slowly. “It’s untraceable,” he adds. “So don’t think anyone can use it to find me.”

She kisses him. And it startles him, the contact brief and chaste. But his heart doesn’t recover, not for a long time afterwards.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he rushes out. “You didn’t have a number because I didn’t have a mobile. I got this for you. Everyone else has other methods of contacting me,” his face darkens momentarily, disappearing as she cups his face in her hands. “Don’t abuse it,” he teases. “You know what they say about great power.” At the look of confusion on her face his teasing expression disappears. “I’m going to ask you a question and if the answer is no I’m going to flip out okay?” She winces, already aware she’d disappoint. “Have you seen Spiderman Caity? Any of them?”

She shakes her head, biting back a smile as he leans back in his chair, groaning as if in agony. “Sorry?”

“Oh it’s fine,” he replies, already up out of his seat and tugging her along. “Tonight we watch them all. And you’ll tell me your favourite Spiderman and I’ll tell you about all the reasons you’re wrong if you don’t say Tom Holland.” She snorts in laughter, separating from him to prepare popcorn and grab some chocolate. Five minutes later she was snuggled into his side watching Tobey Maguire getting bitten, laughing at Vibe’s commentary of the movie.

She falls asleep during one of Andrew Garfield’s movies, Vibe sighing to himself, switching it off the television and carrying her to the bedroom. He lingers, watching her sleep, a smile on her face. She’s beautiful, he thinks not for the first time. The moonlight shining on her face through the open curtains made his breath hitch, the glow angelic. And he brushes a lock from her face, smiling at himself as she smiles wider, her hot breath against his wrist.

He needs to leave. Now.

But he finds that he doesn’t want to.

And that scares him more than most things do.

She does abuse the knowledge of his number, calling because she missed the sound of his voice, calling because she missed him, because something happened at work she needed to vent about. She’d hesitantly text him, never sure if he was on a mission, if her calling would distract him or kill.

But he never complained, not once.

More often than not he calls her back, a smile settling on his face as she rambles on about the events of the day, informing him of the developments in Iris’ wedding. He nods, a smile spread across his lips at the stories, at her excitement for her best friend, the date nearing. He can hear the sadness in her voice, and he knows she is thinking of him, of their inability to be seen in public together. Caitlin may have accepted it as a condition of their relationship, but it was never going to be an easy road to travel and he hated hearing the effects of it on her.

There would also be times where she would call to tease him, to drive him to the point of distraction until all he could do was breach into her apartment, her bedroom. It was pure evil, sultry voice and filthy words, Caitlin telling him that she needs him, that she wants him, that she is wet thinking about him and what he should do to her. She offers suggestions, her breath becoming more shallow as they both think on what she is saying, the words flowing easily. And she would continue until he snaps, until he would touch her and hold her and enact her very wishes, leaving the pair of them content and satiated.

Vibe realises quickly that it’s her way of bringing him back to her. Yes, she may be horny at times, but she was always so affectionate afterwards, pressing gentle kisses over his body, cuddling with him, asking about his day with genuine interest. She asks him to wait until she falls asleep, an easy request for a man who doesn’t like leaving.

She misses him, more than his voice or his body. She misses his presence, misses his smile, misses quirks about him that he never realised he had. And so when she gives him a copy of her key, bashful as she stumbles over the explanation, just insistent that he should have a copy, he accepts it without a qualm.

The smile that lights up her face, that lights up the universe, is dazzling and he knows he would be using it more than she thought he would.

He likes it. Likes coming through her front door and not sneaking in through the side. It gives him a feeling of legitimacy, that they are legitimate. He knows he could create a portal to enter, she had questioned him on this point numerous times, laughing as he struggled to find an answer. It had started as a way to let her know he was in her house, the window a signal she subconsciously understood. And the key, symbolic as it was, gave him a sense of normalcy.

There is a warm glow around her door and he knows that she is inside, and the warm glow spreads to inside him at the thought of having her in his arms, having them together after a few nights apart. He whistles to himself, content with their relationship, slipping his key into her door, her name a song on his lips as he enters the cool apartment.

But he stills in his spot, the blare of the television unable to hide the sniffles and whimpers she was making.

“Caitlin.” The cry is torn from his lips, Vibe finding himself before her instantly, dropping to his knees, his hands cradling her face. Tears wet his thumb pads, and it burns his skin like acid, a crying angel in front of him, a tub of melted ice cream in her lap. She doesn’t meet his eyes, gaze instead focussed ahead at the TV blaring in the background. Vibe wipes away those tears with his fingers, the liquid smeared across her face. But he wipes so delicately, so gently, again and again, but to no avail, fresh tears welling up in her eyes, pouring out from the sides. There is nothing he can do and it tears him up inside. “Cait-” His voice cracks. “What’s wrong?”

It is a heaving sob, and he can hear her tears, even in her breath. “He died Vibe. He -” She cuts herself off, hands shifting the ice-cream to her side, switching it for a pillow. And Caitlin squeezes it, the material pressed against her chest, pushed into itself tightly as she tries to work out her emotions. “He was alive and happy and now he’s dead.” Her wailing takes a turn for the worse, tears falling faster as she watches the screen. Vibe turns his head, watching as hunters slaughter a family of zombies, the pair of them dirty and sweaty and happy with their kill.

It is a gruesome sight, but it doesn’t make sense. They had watched more heart wrenching movies together and while she was misty eyed, she had not once shed a tear.

“Okay,” and Vibe moves the ice cream to her dining table, taking its spot beside her on the couch. She falls easily into his chest, crying until her throat was raw and eyes stung. She clung to him, hands fisting his now-soaked shirt, holding him, using him for strength she couldn’t find in herself. And he relinquishes it willingly, his arm wrapping around her small frame, holding her to him as he whispered whatever words of comfort he could, his hand stroking her hair. “Talk to me Caity,” he murmurs against the crown of her head, Vibe pressing a gentle kiss against her hair and his fingers rub soothing circles against the small of her back.

She hiccups a few times, still too distraught to answer him. And so he waits, humming softly, hoping that it will help her. And he holds her until the crying quietens, Caitlin forceful, but gentle, as she pulls away from his embrace.

“You’re not crying because of the show, so who broke your heart?”

She sniffles, wiping her cheek with the back of her sleeve. “What are you talking about?”

“Caitlin,” he says softly, warning. She sighs, pulling away from his chest to face him. But she can’t meet his eyes, instead playing with the ends of his shirt, laughing softly to herself as she reads the pun on it.

“His name was Ronnie,” she says eventually and he knows he isn’t going to like how the story ends. “He was - well he was my fiance. But then he died -” She takes a shuddering breath before finishing. “Two years ago. Today.” It is only then that she looks him in the face, Caitlin pretending to be okay, but the smile was as watery as her tears, and the anguish is palpable, written on her face, shining in her eyes. It leaves him feeling unsettled, leaving him feeling heartbroken. Leaves him wanting to take away her pain and protect her from the future.

(He ignores that feeling, scared to analyse why.)

“You still love him, huh?”

She shakes her head slowly, barely a movement side to side but it has the shards of his heart rising in hope, still broken for the woman beside him. “I don’t. I mean, I do, a small part of me always will. But I’m not mourning anymore. I don’t -” she huffs, in annoyance he realises. Annoyance with herself. The touch of his hand over her own is startling, the soft brush of his thumb pad against the back of her palm has her relaxing and she looks at his eyes. His goggles. And she wishes she could see them, wishes she could know how he looked at her.

“Talk to me Caity.”

“There was a fire at work - not the centre, but STAR Labs, where I was before. He had run back in to make sure I was okay.” She bites her lip, blinking repeatedly to keep the tears at bay. “I came out after he had gone back in and I didn’t know he was looking for me. He didn’t know I was out already and he never made it back.” There is a rock in her throat, a boulder which scraped her skin every time she tried to swallow her saliva. It hurt, it hurt so much. “He umm, he died of smoke inhalation, suffered third degree burns because he wanted to save me. I killed him.”

Her words startle him and his head jerks back. “No you didn’t.” It was a swift denial, Vibe shaking his head in disbelief.

Caitlin however, she averts her eyes, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she nods, resigned to bearing the guilt she has worn for so long. “But I did Vibe. He would have been out if it wasn’t for me. Because I was late.” She laughs, sharp and bitter and broken. “Guilt is a horrible thing. I killed the man I loved and I swore I wouldn’t fall in love again after Ronnie. I swore it to myself and here I am.” He is obtuse, intentionally so. Because he can’t focus on her last few words, can’t listen to the confession from her lips, can’t read into her words. Because she needed him to be strong, she needed him and if he were to let them ring in his ears and mind and heart, if he were to pause and let them settle into his bones and tattoo themselves on his skin - he may never cope. And she needed him more than he needed himself.

“Did I ever tell you about Cynthia?” Her eyebrows furrow as she tried to recall the name. But it didn’t sound familiar, not in the slightest. The locks of her hair move as she shakes her head. “I think the news called her Gypsy.” Realisation dawns at the code name and he sighs, his heart heavy at the memory of her. “She was Gypsy to them, but she was Cynthia to me. We’d been dating for god knows how long and I had loved her, told myself as soon as I had enough money scraped together I’d propose.” His head tilts down, unable to watch her expressions, unable to see the pity in her eyes. Instead he focusses on their hands, Caitlin having placed her other hand on top of his, her skin cool against his hot. “She died before I could. It was a robbery, bigger than normal because I was getting greedy. She was shot and she died and she never knew Caity.” He swears lowly to himself, his hand squeezing tightly around her own. “She never knew. And she didn’t even get a proper funeral.” There is a haunted sound to his voice and it grips at her heart, clutches it and she knows then that she is at his mercy.

“Surely her family would have come forward…” She breaks off when he shakes his head, Vibe biting his lip and hiding his face from her.

“She wasn’t from our world, came from something she called Earth-19. But she was so excited to find someone with the same powers and she stayed here, for me. She didn’t exist here, didn’t have any family, no one except me,” He needs to wipe away his tears, can feel them falling, his goggles fogging up. “And she would have never been there if it wasn’t for me. I convinced her to join me, I convinced her to become a criminal. She’d still be alive if it wasn’t for me and that’s something I gotta live with.” His breath is wet and she doesn’t need to see them to know he was crying. “So really, you didn’t kill him Caitlin. Because I know what it’s like to kill the person you love and that’s not it.”

He turns his back to her then, Vibe lifting up his goggles to wipe away his tears and clean the moisture building up on the lens. He jumps when slender arms wrap around his waist, a body pressed against his back, cheek resting against his shoulder blade. “Thank you.” It could be said for multiple reasons, and he doesn’t want any clarification, only wants her hands holding him, a reminder that he is allowed beautiful things in his life.

That he is allowed her.

“Come on,” she whispers after a while, pulling away from him and getting up off the couch. He can hear her rummage around in the kitchen, before returning, her hand on his shoulder, turning him around. And she is there standing before him, ice cream in her hand and two spoons sticking out of it. “Ice cream and a movie. Your choice.” She smiles at him, encouraging and sweet and he nods, plucking the container from her lap as she sits beside him, giving him the remote as he scrolls through her Netflix account.

The night is filled with laughter as he chooses a comedy, and his heart beats hard in his chest as she leans into him, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle the laughter.

He thinks Cynthia would have liked her, thinks that she would be okay with her, with them.

He thinks she would be okay with him falling in love again.

Her day at work had been exhausting - it generally was, but it was a day more tiring than most, Caitlin longing for her couch, dreaming of putting up her feet and resting, take-away ordered to her door because honestly, the strength needed for cooking was something she didn’t possess.

And so it is surprising when she opens the door, the delicious smell of cooking food wafting into her nostrils. She takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed as her mouth begins to wet, stomach rumbling as she craves whatever Vibe is cooking. She leans against her door, a smile on her lips as she remains there, the tensions of the day rolling off her back. “Are you going to enter or what?” The amusement in his tone causing her eyelids to lift.

She finds him instantly, Vibe spread out across the couch, flicking through her channels. And as if he knew she was watching him he turned to her, smirk on his lips as he said nothing at all. It doesn’t scare her, the idea of her coming home to him, not as much as she thinks it should. Because she knows who he is, knows that he is still a criminal, knows that he has hurt some, killed others. But here, in her home, in his life, she doesn’t think he could ever do that to her. Doesn’t think he’d entertain the idea for a moment. She could only hope that his presence here would be a daily thing.

She clears her throat, redness tinting her cheeks as she catches her thoughts. “So, I smell dinner?”

The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile that lights up the room, Vibe jumping up from off the seat. “I thought I’d test out some of my mother’s recipes.” He runs off to the kitchen, grabbing the pot and bringing it to her table. She stifles a gasp when she catches sight of it, plates set out, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice basket. He hovers near a chair, a nervous expression on his face. “So, you hungry?” The nod in response is quick and sharp and she’s surprised she didn’t run to him, her cheeks aching from the smile on her face, so wide and bright and she tries to pull it back. She fails. He pulls the chair back for her, Caitlin sitting down, warm eyes looking up at him in thanks as he pushes it in before taking a seat himself. He is adjacent to her and she’s thankful that he wasn’t on the opposite side, that he was close enough to touch.

He serves her and then himself, Vibe waiting for her to eat before he could stomach the idea of doing it himself. And she gives him an encouraging smile before her first forkful. She moans at the taste, exquisite and divine, as if he had stolen it from the gods themselves and brought it down to earth for her to sample. There is no embarrassment in her reaction, not with his toothy grin, Vibe unable to quell the smile even as he started eating from his own plate. She finishes it quickly, sighing in contentment as she relaxes against the back of her seat. “Incredible,” she sighs. “You’ve been hiding that recipe from me.” she scowls playfully, easily broken by her smile.

He grins again, shoulders falling as if in relief. “There’s dessert if you want.” She lights up at the suggestion. “I didn’t make it,” he adds quickly. “But I did get ice cream.” The eager nod leaves him laughing to himself, Vibe pushing the chair back as he goes to her freezer, pulling it out and getting the plates and cutlery. She moves to help him but stops when he holds his hand out to her, Caitlin humming in laughter as he carries it all back to the table, eyes lighting up at the cookies ‘n cream flavoured ice cream - she knew she didn’t have that in stock yesterday. She makes no motion to move, indulging him as he feeds her the first spoonful.

“So,” she starts teasingly. “Any reason for all of this?”

He straightens his posture, Vibe forcing his voice to remain steady. “Nah, not really. Just bored and thought I’d cook here. It’s much better than my kitchen. Why?” His words dishearten her, but she knows she should have expected it.

“Oh, nothing.” She doesn’t want to push him, doesn’t want to force the real answer from his mouth if he wasn’t ready to admit the significance of the date.

Because it is their first anniversary, the first time she met him. The first time he saved her.

(He’s been saving her ever since.)

His movements still the moment she touches his hand, lightly, slowly, Caitlin relishing in the softness of the skin, her heart clenching as she runs her fingers over scars and marks that would never heal. He is watching her, she can feel his gaze searing her soul even if she couldn’t see it, his mouth hanging a little open.

A flood of emotion hits her, and she is washed away by its intensity, an earnestness taking over her heart and mouth. “Thank you Vibe.” It is a hoarse whisper and she can only pray he understands the depth of emotion. There is a flicker of something across his face - well, the parts of it she could see and she feels as though she upset him somehow. “For everything.” She leans forward, determined to not scare him. It is a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth, Caitlin lingering. And as she pulls away he turns his head, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, hand moving to cup the back of her head, to hold her to him as he drunk her in. She could taste the ice cream on his tongue, and while it was cold he still manages to scorch the inside of her with his mouth. Eventually he lets go, the angle awkward for the both of them to continue on.

She is sure she’s a mess, but he smiles at her and she blushes. “Come on,” he gets up, hand held out to her. She takes it without hesitation. “I’m sure there’s a movie I can educate you on.” The laughter in his voice was evident, Caitlin sticking her tongue at him even as she follows him to the couch. He puts on a movie, a classic he says with a confident smile, and she curls her feet up underneath her, leaning into him, letting the sound of his voice wash over her as he explains to her the genius behind the masterpiece.

Her eyes open without Caitlin realising she had closed them, Vibe nudging her awake with an amused expression on his face. “Sorry,” she blushes. “Did I miss out on much?”

He laughs. “Nah, you just fell asleep.” She slips her feet out from under her, stretching her arms and legs.

“Sorry,” she apologises again. “It was a busy day at work. I’ll stay awake I swear.”

“Come on,” and he pushes her gently to lie against the arm rest, Vibe picking up her feet and resting them in her lap. “You enjoy the movie, okay?” And she nods at his soft command, moaning as his fingers start to massage her feet, her toes curling at the sensation. He chuckles, his face still pointed toward the movie playing on the screen. So she turns her head to watch, trying to ignore the incredible sensation of Vibe rubbing small circles against the base of her foot, deepening the massage as he worked his way up her calf. And her eyelids began feeling heavy, Caitlin struggling to stay awake. And she tries, she had promised him after all…

She awakens long after he had left, the TV off and cold, the dishes washed and dried and put away. But she wakes up to the smell of him, his leather jacket thrown over her body like a blanket, Caitlin breathing deeply, sighing at the scent of his cologne and warmth.

And she couldn’t help but wanting to wake up to his scent every morning.

She calls him the moment work finishes, Caitlin aware he was already at her house, complaining of boredom through a barrage of texts. She sighs fondly, her workmates sending quizzical glances her way as they hear the vibration of the texts on her desk.

And the moment they are done she is out the door, mobile by her ear, the dial tone in her ear as she waits for him to pick up. It rings twice, his cheery voice in her ear, Vibe venting about the latest television show he was watching, Caitlin seven episodes behind and only partially following the conversation.

“Are you home?” she asks casually.

He responds in the affirmative, telling her what he had prepared to dinner, Caitlin grumbling as a pang of hunger shots through her. He laughs at her complaints, smile spreading across his face.

But then she screams, shrill and panicked.

And he can hear the phone drop.

“Caitlin!” he roars, prepared dinner now abandoned as he portals to his own house, gloves slipped on his hands, armour on. “Where are you Caitlin?”

And he doesn’t know if she can hear him but she does answer him, screaming at him the street location, a sob leaving her as she prays he can hear her. He can. He can also hear the man with her, a deep growl leaving him as she is told to shut up if she wants to live and see another day.

He portals to her, stepping out of it, catching sight of the man, three times larger than her in width and weight, more muscle than fat. She was trembling, arms around herself as she pleads for him to stop, to please stop.

Vibe steps on something, his heart sinking when he realises it was her bag, that she had listened to his advice from when they first met and yet she was here in the same scenario. He sees red when her attacker chuckles darkly at her words, ignoring them as he approaches, leaning too close. There is a knife in his hand, the man dragging the flat edge of the blade across the angles of her face before sliding down her neck and to her chest, the sharp point tearing the top of her shirt.

He thinks she whimpers his name, calling for him in her time of need. And then he knows it, Caitlin screaming now, panic and fear entwined in her call, shrill and desperate and she loses hope.

“Hey,” he snaps, making his presence known. There is a barely controlled rage in the word and h grits his teeth trying to hold himself back. The man stops, shock on his face as he sees who had come to save the woman.

“Oh,” and there is that chuckle again, it grates upon his nerves. “You saw him and hoped he’d help. Well sweetie,” he turns his back on Vibe, facing Caitlin instead, more relaxed than he had been before. “He won’t save you. He won’t even care.” The smirk is disgusting. “He never has before.”

It is the last thing he says before finding himself blasted ten metres away.

Vibe almost forgets that Caitlin is there anymore, so blinded by anger that everything blurs away. He stalks toward the other man, Vibe cracking his knuckles, a chuckle of his own. “So,” he starts, almost conversationally. “Are you ready to die?”

There is another blast, smaller. The brute flinches, and Vibe revels in the fear shining in his eyes. There is a swagger in his step, Vibe now a metre away. And he knows he should make sure the man is dead, is ready for it to happen.

But then he hears a whimper.

And he remembers what was most important,

Caitlin.

And suddenly, killing this guy isn’t a priority anymore. He looks to the left, a shaky Caitlin still clinging to the wall behind her. The blast to the man is enough to knock him out, potentially kill. But Vibe is more focussed on sweeping Caitlin into his arms, the woman clinging to him as he creates a breach and steps through it.

They end up in the centre of her living room, Vibe still holding her tightly against him, afraid that she would fade away if he gave the the opportunity. His heart rate is hard and fast, and it is with great reluctance that he drops her legs and allows her to stand on her own. But she doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t even dream of it.

It is only then that he allows himself to feel the fear of potentially losing her.

The world stops around them, Vibe with shaky hands cupping her face. He rests his forehead on hers, and their breath steadies, enjoying the presence of the other, letting it it soak into their bones. “I - I was so afraid Caitlin. God -” his voice cracks. And he pulls his face away, trembling hands tilting hers up so she could meet his gaze. “I don’t think I could handle it, losing you.” She cuts him off by kissing him, kisses him like he is the air she needs to breath, and she holds him tightly, as if letting go would have him slip through her fingers. It is all consuming, and he relinquishes any delusions of resistance. The air is filled with breathy moans and pleas, Caitlin deepening the kiss, tongue sweeping into his mouth, canvassing the cavern, desperate to taste every inch. A strangled groan leaves his throat, Vibe kissing her back just as fiercely, one of his hands sliding to her back, holding her close. The idea that he may been denied this, that he may have turned on the news and heard of her murder, or had her call him - body bloodied and broken, trembling voice as she cries for him to pick her up - it haunts him and spurs him, Vibe’s grip tight in her hair, tugging it. He thinks he should apologise, should loosen his hold, but Caitlin moans against his mouth whenever he tugs, electricity shooting through her system, the pain a reminder that she was still alive. And she was here, with him, that she had this opportunity to touch him, to run her hands over his naked skin if she so chooses, that she can feel his hair between her fingertips. That she can kiss him, that she can ride him, that she could lie underneath him, can curl up beside him.

That she still has him.

And that was the greatest source of pleasure.

They separate, Caitlin burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, lashes brushing against the exposed skin on his neck. “Bedroom,” she manages, Vibe nodding enthusiastically at the suggestion. But they don’t move, don’t want to separate for enough time to get them to a bedroom. They instead stay still for a few minutes, choosing to bask in the moment, in the presence of the other.

Caitlin presses kisses, light and gentle from his chin and across his jawline. The deep and steady breathing from Vibe turns forceful, his jaw clenched as he tries to hold himself together when he’s so close to flying apart. “Caitlin,” he stutter out, the lady in question smiling as she continues on. “Cait-lin.”

And he can’t stand her teasing any longer, Vibe taking one step backward, Caitlin in his arms. It is a little disorientating, one second in her living room, the next in her bedroom, and he holds her close as she gets her bearings. It’s incredible to do even that, Caitlin here and in his arms.

But then she isn’t.

“Wait,” she whispers, pushing him slightly, the door firm behind him. The steps backward are slow and deliberate, Caitlin not dropping his gaze, not for a single moment. She stops when she’s over an arms length away, fire in her gaze as she pins him with a look. Vibe leans back against the door, seeks it as an anchor. And she reaches behind her, the zip of her dress coming down slowly as she drags it. It falls to the floor, Caitlin standing in her bra and underwear and heels.

The wood is cold underneath his fingers, Vibe digging them into the door as he tries to ground himself. He can’t look away from her, can’t move an inch as she stands before him. She is a angel, a goddess and she doesn’t realise it.

She can’t look away from him, eyes dark as she takes in his reaction. His breathing is laboured, restraint barely controllable, and it fills her with heat, a warmth burning low in her stomach, an ache in her centre.

The steps toward him are tantalisingly slow, Caitlin biting her bottom lip as she nears him, stopping mere centimetres away from him. He loses his armour, a plain black tee shirt worn underneath. And she reaches for it, Vibe stopping her from lifting it up, covering her hand with his own. And they lift it up together, Vibe letting go of one of her hands so they could discard it somewhere on the side, fingers interlacing as they can’t bear to stay separated.

It was different, everything was different. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and she was suffocating in it, desperate for something to help her, to save her from the overwhelming feeling that was around her, pressing down until she was sure her legs would collapse from underneath her. She finds her saviour in Vibe, in his touch, so light, so gentle, sparks erupting across her skin.

“Vibe, please.” She doesn’t need to say more, not when she pulls back from him, dark eyes alluring as she walks backward, his hand still in hers. Caitlin drags him with her, the woman stopping when she feels her mattress behind her knees. And he lowers her down, Caitlin stepping out of her heels and adjusting herself so that she would be in the middle of the bed. He toes off his socks and shoes and follows her.

He leans over her, moving as she moves, not willing to extend the distance between themselves anymore than necessary. But still the contact between them is light and teasing and not at all enough for them. His hands are braced on each side of her head, Vibe leaning down, a hairbreadth between their faces.

It almost seems like a challenge between them, a question of who would break first.

There is no clear answer, something shifting between them, the pair falling off the precipice and into the unknown. All that was known was that they needed each other, needed to kiss each other, touch each other, see each other. It is like an explosion inside them, intense in its ferocity, consuming them both. And they give in, to the feeling, to each other, Caitlin dragging her nails down his back, Vibe’s grip on her hips strong. And there may be marks, may be bruises left after tonight, but they would treasure each blemish, a reminder that she was alive, that she still had him, that he saved her, he would always save her. The desperate need they had dulled the pain, heightened the euphoria, the ecstasy of the moment. Breathing was secondary to their need to touch the other, to kiss the other, to see the other.

And kissing quickly becomes not enough for Caitlin, her body burning for Vibe. “Your pants,” she orders and he chuckles against her, dark and delicious and full of unspoken promises.

“Of course.” And he does remove them, along with his underwear, her gaze appreciative as it rakes down his body. “Like what you see?”

He leans into her, his arousal evident against her thigh. Caitlin separates her legs for him, accommodating his body and he can feel her warmth through the flimsy material between their bodies, Vibe thrusting against her clothed centre as she continues to kiss, to suck, to bite any piece of skin she could put her mouth on. She sighs his name, cries it out, Vibe, Vibe, V i b e.

He stops moving and Caitlin arches into him, desperate for more contact, driven more by primal instincts than conscious thought. “Vibe,” she whines, her arms around his neck, trying to tug him down.

“Cisco,” he grunts and she stops, confusion flickering across her face. “My name is Cisco,” he clarifies and she kisses him, mouth sliding across his jaw, Caitlin sucking on his ear.

“Cisco,” she says instead and he shudders at the sound, raspy and hoarse and he wants. “Cisco,” she repeats, wet kisses down his neck, Caitlin pulling away to blow against it, a shiver sent down his spine at the sensation. “Cisco,” she says again, because it is his name, because she knows his name and she can say it over and over and over.

She rolls them over, Caitlin straddling his hips, his erection pressed deliciously against her centre. But she ignores it, ignores the desperate urge to grind against him, to have him slip into her, and she settles down further down his thighs, leaning forward over him so she could press kisses across his body, his name, his real name, interspersed between each. She makes her way down his chest, nipping at his stomach, grinning as a litany of curse words leave him in a breath. She is able to play him like an instrument made for her fingers, Caitlin plucking at his heart strings, at his libido without effort. It leaves him taut, Cisco grabbing her sheets in his hands tightly, the need to slip his hands through her hair, to pull her back up to him, almost overwhelming. But then he feels her hot breath on his cock, Cisco looking down at her, mouth so close to where he wants it to be, her hair falling down like a curtain around her face, the tips brushing against his hips. He watches as he lowers her mouth over him, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the warm sensation. He can barely keep a grip on his control, gaze flicking back to her. But then she looks at him, and the vision before him, her kneeling over him, the feel of her mouth around him,

it is almost too much.

“No, no.” It hurts to say that, Cisco pulling her back up his body, erection straining. “I won’t last if you keep doing that Caity. Damn, I’m already so close, I just -” He cuts himself off, kissing her instead, desperate and messy and he isn’t sure how he lived without her in his life. She melts against him, Caitlin vocal in her satisfaction, in her need for more. Eventually she breaks it off, shaky breaths filling her lungs as he leans up, Cisco kissing her neck, sucking the sensitive spot behind her ear, throaty moans filling the air as she feels heat flood her veins.

She pulls away from him, a shy look on her expression, and it endears her all the more to him. “Cisco.” Her fingers glide through his hair, resting on the strap. And there is a question in her gaze. “Can I?”

He nods, his head tilted inward as she unclips the goggles, lifting them off his head, dropping them beside the bed. She can gaze on him unhindered, his face, his eyes. And they are so warm, burning and vulnerable. And she takes the time to memorise every feature, each freckle and line and eyelash. He looks so normal, so -

“Beautiful,” she whispers and something flickers in his gaze. His eyes are so expressive she sucks in a breath and she forgets how to exhale for a moment, forgets anything but him. She searches his gaze, can do so for the first time since she met him, and she feels frozen in place at the intensity of it. A small part of her saddens at the realisation she had been denied this for so long. “You’re so beautiful.” It is a hallowed whisper, and they burn, consume her. And she leans down, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead, on each of his eyes, the tip of his nose.

Their kiss is soft, gentle. And she feels as though all his walls had fallen down around them. He was no longer Vibe, but Cisco. And he was Vibe, but he is so much more than that. He is delicate in his touch, his hand spanning over her neck, holding her against him as he tilts his head, sucking on her bottom lip,eliciting a soft moan from her. His other hand skims down the side of her body, resting on her thigh, fiddling with the lace undergarment with his thumb.

Her heart swells inside her and everything is just too much, it’s all too much. “Cisco,” it is a strangled groan and he growls in her ear. But it only spurs her on, Caitlin repeating it over and over, because she can, because she loves it. Because she loves him. And he teases her back, rolling them so that she was on her back, a trail of fire up the inside of her thigh as his palm presses heavily against her, fingers light against her centre. She breaks of into a whimper, hip jerking at the sensation, seeking more friction.

And he gives it to her, slipping her panties down her legs, teasing her until she was completely wet. She stops him, breaking the kiss. His eyes on hers, unblinking, unwavering. It is Caitlin who reaches over blindly to her bedside table, but she can’t find it and Cisco presses a quick kiss on her lips before moving, pulling the drawer open and tearing the pack open, slipping it on. But it is her hand on him, guiding him to her entrance, Caitlin sucking in a breath as he slips into her.

He normally is so vocal, they both are, but they can’t find the words, unintelligible groans leaving their lips at the connection. He can’t look away from her face, and her his, Cisco thrusting against her, Caitlin trying to meet each of them, mewling as he slips in deeper, a shudder of pleasure wracking through her body.

He moves in her slowly, her legs bracketing his waist, heels urging him onward. “I’m so close Caity,” he chokes out.

“God, me too.” And she can feel it building up inside her, Cisco steady and strong and his thumb presses against her clit. And then all she can see is stars, eyelids closing as she comes around him, a scream torn from her lips. He buries his head on the crook of his neck, mouth sucking hard on her neck. His thrusting is more sloppy and uncontrolled, but goodness, he feels amazing. And she regrets not seeing his face when he does, Cisco stiffening, her name on his lips as he releases inside the condom.

He collapses beside her, his face buried in the hollow of her neck. She purrs at the sensation, his breath hot on her skin, Cisco kissing her shoulder. He pulls away, Caitlin turning to him, watching as he slips out of the bed. And he leans over, a quick kiss on her lips, almost apologetic as he slinks into her bathroom to clean up. He opens the door to her waiting by the door, sliding in as he comes out.

She isn’t sure what would happen when she leaves the bathroom, isn’t sure whether he’d be napping on her bed, whether he’d put his clothes on, a portal waiting to transport him home. And her heart stutters at the idea. She finds him underneath her blankets, Cisco pulling it back for her, a grateful smile on her lips as she lays down, his arm pulling them over herself. And he drops it softly, hand lingering on her stomach, pressing against her, pulling her to him.

He nuzzles against her and she loves the feeling of his eyelashes brushing against the exposed skin of her neck, loves that there is no cold glass against her skin anymore, no straps that were rough and unpleasant. There was just Cisco. And there is a peace that settles in her, Caitlin sliding her hand over his, interlocking their fingers as he continues to stroke the bare skin of her stomach. “Please stay.” It was soft, whispered into the air. And his hand stops moving.

He hadn’t stayed the whole night before, always disappearing before she would awake, before she would even fall asleep. It used to scare him, the commitment. But he was already so committed to her, had been before he ever realised that it was possible, this arbitrary measure of commitment lost on him now. And staying the night didn’t seem so scary anymore. Not when he felt the fear of losing her.

“Of course,” he murmurs, Cisco’s eyes closing.

And they fall asleep holding each other.

(They would never want it any other way.)

She wakes up slowly, Caitlin stretching, a smile on her face as the sun shines through her open curtain. But she feels the weight pressing against her stomach, can feel the body pressed against her back.

And suddenly the day is brighter, her heart thundering insider her chest as the events of the previous night come flooding back. She turns in his hold, relishing in the feeling of their feet tangled together, in the warmth emitted from his body, Vibe - Cisco - mumbling in his sleep, his hand now on her back, pulling her closer to him. Her hands rest on his chest, the beating of his heart, the vibrations of his murmurs, she can feel them against her skin, can feel it travel through her. And she basks in his presence, not having the heart to wake him, instead taking the time to memorise everything about him. Her gaze flickers over his face, from his long lashes to his unruly locks, his hair in front of his face. The question stays in her mind, should she risk waking him? And she does, Caitlin brushing the hair away from his face, smiling as she could see him more clearly. And he was so open and exposed.

So beautiful.

He wakes up, sight bleary as he blinks, hand moving to rub his eyes. But then it skims over the naked back of a person and he panics, fear flaring in his eyes as he pulls away. But then he sees her, sees Caitlin lying on her chest, a warm smile directed at him and he relaxes, arm moving back around her body. The movement is quick, Cisco chuckling at her squeal of surprise, his arm pulling her against his chest, the man rolling onto his back, pulling her with him.

The laughter is contagious, Caitlin joining him. But it dies down and she rests her chin on his chest, eyes never leaving his face. “Good morning,” she sing songs, a blush spreading across her face as his hands slide over her body, the extent of her nudity underneath his fingertips. “Did you sleep well?”

He shifts, drawing himself further down the bed, pulling her up until they were face to face. “The best,” he murmurs against her lips before leaning upward, catching her lips in a kiss. She hums into his mouth. She can taste his morning breath and knows he could taste hers, but she doesn’t care in that moment, her hand sliding up, tilting his head as she deepens the kiss, swallowing his groan.

It is a breathless laugh, her smile shining brighter than the sun when they pull away, and he pecks her lips once more. And he doesn’t know why he had denied himself, denied both of them, this for so long, because it was a moment of perfection, a fairy tale ending that would never be written anywhere but instead etched onto his heart and seared in his mind. “What?” she says, averting her gaze.

But then his hand is on her chin, cupping the side of her face. And he marvels at how petite she was, how his hand spanned half her face, his fingers tangled in her hair. And she tilts her head, pressing a kiss on the inside of his wrist, eyes flickering to his at his sharp inhale. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers faintly, as though just watching her had taken all his energy and strength, that it deserved everything inside of him.

Her lips turn upward and she is left speechless. But then her stomach rumbles and she is reminded of the time. She slips out of the bed, much to his displeasure, Cisco making it very obvious where he thought she should be as he sits up in her bed. “I’ll make up breakfast,” she says, her naked frame walking around the room. It shuts his mouth up quickly, Cisco choosing to admire her, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t think he ever will, when she picks up his shirt off the floor, slipping it over her head and disappearing out of her bedroom.

The grin on his face doesn’t disappear with her, lasting long after she had gone to prepare breakfast. He collapses against her pillows and wonders about how he got her in his life.

He stays over more often than not, Caitlin coming home to Cisco lounging on her couch, wearing the most dorkiest of shirts. It steals the breath from her lungs sometimes, her door opening to see him with his glasses on the crook of his nose.

She steals them all, his glasses and his shirts, Cisco chasing her around her apartment as she pulls the former off his face and slides them on her own, running with them, laughing until it hurts. He catches up to her, spinning her around in his arms as she giggles. He quiets her with a kiss hello, and it has her heart fluttering in her chest. Her hands finding his face, holding her to him as she deepens it. “Hi.” It is breathless, Caitlin looking through her lashes at him. She sniffs the air, a sweet smelling aroma floating to her nostril. “What are you cooking?”

He laughs. “Mama’s recipes.” She moans softly at his words. “I’m pretty sure you’re only with me for the food,” he jokes.

She winks at him, slipping out of his hold, waltzing to the kitchen. “I guarantee nothing.”

It is then he realises he loves her, that he’s in love with her, that he would be perfectly fine spending the rest of his life with her.

… He just isn’t sure when to tell her.

#killervibe #caitlin snow #cisco ramon #the flash #killervibe fic #ruthie writes #y'all i finished this fic months ago #legit all 30k was done back when the kv week was going on #... i just forgot to post the rest of it #oops #the flash fic #killer vibe

9 notes · View notes

swallowthewhale · 3 years

Link

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow Characters: Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Fake/Pretend Relationship Series: Part 36 of Killervibe Week Summary:

Ms. Caitlin Snow is desperate to escape her mother’s house but has no marriage prospects. Duke Francisco Ramon is the ton’s new wealthy bachelor who has no desire to marry but hates being chased by eligible ladies and their conniving mothers. What better solution than to pretend to be courting?

Killervibe Month 2021: Gift Exchange Week

A gift for @mosylufanfic

#killervibe #killervibe fanfic #killervibe fanfiction #killervibeweek #killervibeweek21 #killervibemonth #killervibemonth21 #fanfic #risa writes

16 notes · View notes

vampcoffeegyrl23 · 3 years

Text

Fanfic/WIP list

The following ongoing list is in no particular order of my in-progress/completed fics in the different fandoms and other works (with A03 links for the ones posted). It's mostly for myself to keep track and possibly work on completing more but also as a sort of intro to me I suppose. There are lots of WIPs, very little actually finished. Some just ideas/barely even started. Lots I haven’t touched or looked at for months or even years. I work two jobs and I'm doing online college classes at SNHU, so sometimes there just isn't the time or energy or inspiration or all of the above for writing so my chapter updates and postings are definitely not on a regular schedule. Yes, there are multiple ships for the same characters, cuz I’m one of those multishippers. I also don't judge people for the ships/characters they like or follow, even if they're not my cup of tea. This list/post may grow/change as I work on things/add things/go through different docs and files. Most of my posted fics are already on fanfiction.net, though I’m slowly transferring them to Archive of Our Own. Added a cut cuz this post is already a novel and this list is waaayyy too long.

Agents of SHIELD:

Dousy/Sousy/Timequake

Untitled Daisy/Sousa post s7 drabble WIP

The Flash

Snowbarry

Untitled SB seasons 1-6 AU w/ original child WIP

SB April Minibang 2020 - Sat by the River and It Made Me Complete (finished)

SB Valentine 2020 - We’ll Be Counting Stars (finished)

Untitled Season 2 WIP

SB April Minibang 2021 - the hardest part of ending (is starting again) (finished)

SB April Minibang 2022 - Tiny Boxes for Memories

SB April Minibang 2023 - still believe in fairytales

Snowbarry Week 2019

Unravel Me (finished)

Our Souls They Blend (finished, for now)

But We Still, Hold On (finished)

Some Dumb Stubborn Martyr Hero Sacrifice Thing (finished)

Let’s Go Home (WIP) preview piece to my Untitled SB seasons fic

Snippets (WIP) 2 more preview pieces to my Untitled SB seasons fic

Snowbarry Week 2021:

Day 1 "five years is a long time" season 1/5 AU SB

Day 2 domestic SB

Day 3 morning after valentine's SB

Day 4 Your Faith Walks on Broken Glass (Savifrost/Snowbarry guardian angel AU WIP)

Day 5 sb missing canon moments

Day 6 sb outsider pov season 5/future AU

Day 7 sb establish relationship + party/ball

Savifrost Weekend Event 2021:

Day 1

Day 2 (also a WIP fic to be posted during Snowbarry Week 2021 in November)

Day 3

Day 4

Snowbarry Spring 2022

New Beginnings art

Tiny Boxes for Memories

Snowbarry Week 2022:

Day 1: Social Media

Snowbarry Holidays Event 2022

Dec 22nd?

Dec 23rd

Snowstorm

A Promise Made WIP

Snowells

Untitled Snow/Harry Vampire Diaries AU

Untitled Snow/Harry season 4 WIP

Untitled EoWells/Caitlin season1/season5 timetravel WIP

Snowells Week 2020: (all SnowHarry)

Open Mind For A Different View (finished)

For Your Love, All You Are (WIP)

I’ll Take You To The Dark Side (WIP)

Keeping Up With The Wells’s (WIP)

The Stars in the Sky Illuminate Below (finished, for now)

Want You To Stay (finished)

Snowells Week 2021:

Day 1 - how can I stand here with you (and not be moved by you)? - Original!Harrison Wells/Older!Caitlin Snow

Day 2 - you should stay away from the cheese curds, they’re addicting - SnowHarry

Day 3 - Days Dark as Ebony Nights EoWells/Caitlin

Snowells Week 2023:

Day 1/Day 7 - one single thread of gold tied me to you Frost/Nash graphic

Day 1 - Things We're All Too Young To Know Caitlin/HR graphic + drabble ....and Things We're All Too Young To Know: The Movie

Killervibe

Arrowverse Quarantine 2020 Fic Exchange - Yes It’s True (Happy to Be Stuck With You) (WIP)

Killervibe Week 2020 - Celebrate Me Home (finished)

12 Days/Prompts of Killervibe 2020 - You’re The Gift That Keeps Givin’ (WIP)

General/Character stories

Untitled Colonel Snow of Earth X WIP - Caitlin of Earth X is a high-ranking Colonel in the Freedom Fighters

Between the Lines - Caitlin and Frost season 6 conversation (finished)

Arrow

Olicity

Caught in the Riptide WIP

In this Grief (finished)

Supergirl

Karamel

season 3 AU WIP

Once Upon A Time

OQ slowburn/gen fam multichapter fic - Amelia (ongoing collab fic)

Outlaw Queen Prompt Weeks (all collabs, all finished)

Yours, Mine, & Ours

Home Sweet Home

A Glimmer of Hope

A New Beginning

Rose Petals

Leap of Faith

Operation Lupin

Fireworks

Shot Through the Heart (may be continued later)

Operation New Adventure

Knight in Shining Dimples

Feather Light

OQ Fix It Week 2017 (all finished)

Family Reunion

Of Arrows and other Remnants

Tea for Milady

A Bond in Time

The Heart of the Matter

Safe & Sound

Right Here With You

Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Delena

So Far Away season 6 AU(WIP)

On the Corner of First and Amistad Delena/Steroline WIP

Tell Me What You Want Me To Say WIP

Holding On And Letting Go WIP

Untitled season 1 Delena/Steferine WIP

Untitled season 4 DE WIP

Untitled AU DE WIP

Soul Bound WIP

On Another Love (finished)

What Are You Prepared To Do WIP

Rebuilding Blocks - single parent/therapist AU WIP

Bonds Unbroken WIP

Future AU WIP

August Rush AU WIP

Blended AU WIP

Cure AU WIP

Friends with kids AU WIP

Family AU WIP

Untitled future season 4 AU WIP

The Devil Inside AU WIP

Life as We Know It AU WIP

Untitled season 1 warped WIP

Stelena

Where’d You Go (finished)

Fading Light (finished)

Need You Now (finished)

Caught in the Undertow WIP

Descending (finished)

A Series of Moments (finished)

Datherine

Back to Humanity WIP

Elejah

Apart No More WIP

Steroline

Untitled WIP

Steferine

Lights Will Guide You Home WIP

Together Again - season 1 reincarnation WIP

Kalijah

TVD Season 4 AU WIP

Only For Her WIP

Starting Over WIP

Together in Normalcy WIP

Unexpected WIP

Diabolical Sacrifices WIP

Untitled Klaroline/Kalijah in NOLA WIP

Klayley

Untitled WIP

Darkness I Became WIP

Haylijah

Untitled AU WIP

Hayley/Stefan

Spiraling Out of Control WIP

Untitled AU WIP

Gen/Character/multicouple works

Miss Mastermind - Katherine fic WIP

Raising Jenna - Raising Helen AU WIP

TVD/Originals foster fic - Katherine was Hayley’s foster parent WIP

Katherine season 2 fic WIP

Charmed (1998)

Phoebe/Coop

The Letter C (finished)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel

Bangel

Always WIP

Divine Interference WIP

Uncursed WIP

Annie WIP

Waking Up (finished)

Redemption Fulfilled (finished)

Spuffy

Untitled season 5/6 Key origin fic w/ Dawn WIP

Xander/Buffy

You Could Be Happy (finished)

Gilmore Girls

Rory/Logan

Not the Way They Were Before WIP

Something Major WIP

One Tree Hill

Naley

Once Upon a December WIP

Leyton

Remembering Forever (finished)

More Than They Ever Wished For (finished)

Bring My Baby Tonight (finished)

When It All Goes Wrong (finished)

Fringe

Untitled Polivia WIP

Crossovers

TVD Katherine Pierce/The Flash Killer Frost WIP

TVD Katherine Pierce/Buffyverse Angel - Wait For You WIP

TVD/Charmed WIP - Prophecy Girls WIP

Buffyverse Spike/One Tree Hill Brooke - The Past is in the Present WIP

Original works

TVD Fanfic conversion to original short story WIP

Original guardian angels novel WIP

38 notes · View notes

ao3feedciscoxcaitlin · 3 years

Link

The Hostage mosylu

by mosylu

Caitlin Snow thought her biggest worry was the upcoming inspection of her tiny health clinic. Then he came through her door with a blaster in his hand. Now she's got a whole new set of worries.

Written for Killervibe Month 21, AU week.

Words: 3686, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow

Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Caitlin Snow

Additional Tags: Star Wars AU, Enemies to Lovers, kind of?, Imperial Caitlin, Rebel Cisco, Grody medical details, sorry - Freeform

https://ift.tt/3sdWm8q

#ao3feedkillervibe #ao3feed #fanfic #the flash #killervibe #cisco x caitlin #ao3 #dctv #cisco ramon

2 notes · View notes

president-zebra · 4 years

Text

First Fic Ever

Hi everyone, I just wrote my first fic ever. It’s a flash fic centered around killervibe. Enjoy!

Just for a Little While

It was a cold winter day towards the end of February, Cisco held his son’s hand as they waited for the train to pull into the station. He heard a small voice begin to speak.

“Papi?” Benji asked.

“Yes, Mijo?” Cisco replied, turning to face the little boy. His son looked down at his sneakers thinking of what to say next.

“Why do you look so sad? I don’t like to see you sad.” Benji responded. Cisco gave a questioning look down at the little boy.

“Because it’s Mommy’s birthday tomorrow,” Cisco said with a grimace. It had been a hard few months since the run-in with the meta-human that put his Caitlin in a coma. The team had been trying their best to give him space and time to grieve, but it had been difficult. Barry brought the twins over every few weeks to play with Benji, but they were older than him by a full 3 years. The Ramon's also had the newborn in the house without her mother. This had been especially hard on Cisco.

But the hardest part was not getting to wake up every day next to his wife. Not being able to kiss her goodnight and make her breakfast in bed when she was sick. Not getting to hold her in his arms when she had a nightmare. Not getting to tell her how much she means to him every single day of his life. But most of all was that he wasn’t able to tell her he loved her. Not with her hearing those three words anyway.

“But Mommy would want you to be happy,” Benji spoke up. Cisco smiled at that as the train pulled in. As the doors opened and people flooded out, Cisco and Benji got on the train and found 2 seats toward the back of the car. Cisco let his son take the window seat as he looked around the train car.

A young woman with short black had held a baby which Cisco could only assume was her son. It reminded him of Caitlin and all that she had missed over the past few months with Maya. An older man sat next to her, he had fallen asleep on her shoulder. As the train pulled into the next stop, the young woman nudged the man’s shoulder.

“Dad, it’s time to go home.” She said as she began to stand up, balancing the baby on her hip. He woke up and they left the car.

Cisco turned back to Benji, as Benji watched the people go by and eventually fade to black. Benji looked at him with a look of wonder in his eyes. It was moments like this that made Cisco even more determined to figure out a way for Caitlin to wake up. His children needed their mother.

“Benji, you know Mommy’s gonna be ok, right?” Cisco asked. Benji looked at the map of the City on the wall and nodded.

“K” Benji replied. Cisco sighed. He didn't know how to explain what happened to a four-year-old. He told him back in November that Mommy would have to rest for a while. Now, three months later and Cisco didn't know what to think. He didn't know how to tell his little boy that his Mom might never come home.

The door dinged and the train came to a stop. Cisco tugged lightly on Benji’s hand and guided him to the sliding doors. They opened and Cisco led his son to the escalator to get back to the street level.

It was a two-block stroll to STAR and it was almost 5:00 pm. Sofia, his 23-year-old cousin, would call if something was wrong with the baby. So he made the decision to keep walking. He grasped Benji’s hand tight as they began to walk. As they got closer, Cisco noticed that there were no cars or vans in the parking lot, Barry and Iris must've gone home already, along with Ralph and Sue who had to get home to Morgan, their 1 year. old.

Cisco swiped his key card and opened the door for Benji, who all but ran toward the cortex. Cisco walked at his own pace, trusting that his son knew where he was going. When he entered the cortex he expected to find nobody there. Instead, he saw Barry at one of the monitors and Benji tugging on his pant leg.

“Uncle Barry, where's Mommy?” Benji whined. Barry looked up at Cisco as he came into view.

“Where she always is, kiddo,” Barry said solemnly. Benji ran into the med bay and the cortex was silent again. “What are you guys doing here?” Barry questioned

“Well tomorrow is her birthday and I wanted to see her before we left.” Cisco retorted. Barry frowned at that.

“Are you serious about this, are you sure you want to take the kids to your parents' house right now? You saw the spike in brain activity yesterday.” Barry pleaded. Cisco looked away and felt tears start to break the surface.

“I know, but it's only for a few days and I don't think much will change while we're gone. Also, my Abuelita still hasn't met the baby yet and she would have my head if she didn't.” Cisco replied, which had Barry shaking his head.

“Cisco you know that's not why. We all know you don't think she'll ever wake up.” Barry said, his voice beginning to grow in volume.

“Because she might not!” Cisco raised his voice at what Barry had just insinuated. “You were in a coma for 9 months, some people are in them for years. It’s only been 3 damn months but it's felt like a lifetime. I can't do it anymore. She means too much to me to not be a constant in my life!” He practically yelled through tear-filled eyes. Barry came up to him and put his hands on his shoulder.

“Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered.

“How do you know that? She might never wake up and Maya barely met her before she…” Cisco hesitated.

“I know because you're Cisco and she’s Caitlin and that will never change.” He said at a normal volume.

“Just like how your Barry and she's Iris, that love is constant,” Cisco said with a watery smile.

“Papi! Come quick, something's wrong with Mommy!” They turned toward the med bay. Cisco bolted through the door to see what was happening. Benji was clasped around Caitlin’s. “I felt a squeeze, Papi.” He said jumping up and down.

Cisco bent down to be eye level with Benji. “Mijo, look at me. What you felt was a part of your imagination. Mommy isn't better yet, she couldn't have done that. As much as I want to believe it's just not true.”

“But I felt it right here!” Benji whined as he pointed to his hand that was in Caitlin’s Palm. “Mommy squeezed my hand. She did it! Uncle Barry, I felt it right here!” Benji almost yelled.

Barry and Cisco shared a look of concern. Cisco stood back up and walked toward the screen showing Caitlin's vitals. Her heart rate was elevated.

“Cait, sweetie, can you hear me?” Cisco asked looking down at his wife. He didn't see any movement except a slight twitch of her left hand.

“See? I felt it again!” Benji said jumping up and down. Cisco looked up at Barry who was nodding with a smile.

“It's a good start, maybe we can try again tomorrow?” Barry asked. Cisco shook his head.

“Can you take Benji home and ask Sofia to watch them for a few more hours? I want to stay here a little longer, just in case.” Cisco said. Barry nodded and grasped Benji’s hand in his own, led him out of the room, and shut the door behind them.

Cisco pulled up a chair next to Caitlin's bed and grasped her hand.

“I don't know if you can hear me Cait, but the kids and I miss you so much and I want to let you know that te quiero y los niños te quieren. The team misses you too and Iris and Sue miss having girl’s night out. I miss you so much and I miss hearing your voice. I miss your embrace and your lips on mine. And I miss your jokes and especially your laugh. I miss those beautiful chestnut eyes and I miss kissing your hair. I miss our late-night rendezvous once the kids are asleep. I miss your smile. I miss Frost and I miss crime-fighting with you. I miss my wife, mi amor.” Cisco was on the brink of the second set of tears, and he felt a series of squeezes to his right hand.

He looked down at his comatose wife and what he saw next made his heart stop.

Her eyes began to flutter and his breath hitched. Caitlin's eyes flew open and she began to hyperventilate. The heart rate monitor picked up speed as Cisco got up to take the ventilator off of her mouth.

“Where am I?” Caitlin said in a raspy voice. She began to look around the medbay for clarity until her eyes landed on him.

Not amnesia! Cisco thought in a panic as he tried to calm her down.

“Calm down. It's me, Cisco. And you're Caitlin, Dr. Snow! You're at Star Labs.” She looked around once more before looking back at Cisco.

“How long was I out?” She wondered.

“3 months and change, in a coma. Tomorrow is your 38th birthday. You have a 5-month-old little girl and a 4-year-old little boy at home. But you're also my wife.” He responded. She stared at him, and he thought for sure, amnesia.

“Oh Cisco, I'm so sorry.” She began to cry.

“Why are you sorry? You're the one who was in a coma.” He said playfully. Her eyes were becoming wetter and he couldn't stop the cascade of tears.

“But didn't I scare you?” She whimpered. He chuckled slightly before bringing his thumb to her cheek to wipe away her tears.

“Of course you did. But, mi cariña, you don't have to be sorry.” He stated softly. She smiled and leaned forward as best she could and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I missed you, even though I don't remember much from the last three months.” She replied sweetly. He nodded and leaned in again for a second kiss.

“I missed you, too.” He said before placing a third to her forehead. She smiled and curled into his embrace.

“I love you, Cisco.” She whispered.

“Y te quiero también, mi vida.”

FIN

#killervibe #The Flash #Caitlin Snow #cisco ramon #first fic

9 notes · View notes

mosylufanfic · 1 year

Text

NaNo Wrap Up!

So that’s another NaNoFicMo in the books, so to speak. Stats? Don’t mind if I do.

Number of stories: 30 (go me!) They’re all tagged NaNo stories if you want to scroll a lot.

Most popular story as of November 30th: 5 Times Melshi and Cassian Talked About Jyn Erso (and one time they didn’t have to)

Fandoms:

Rogue One / Rebelcaptain: 14

Andor: 6 (some overlap with the Rogue One tag) (also includes Brixo, a brand new ship that hit me like a steel chair in the last few episodes)

The Flash / Killervibe: 5

Werewolf by Night: 3

Jane Austen: 2

I started out the month with about eight stories already written and scheduled. If you ever do something like this, I highly recommend this strategy as a breather. I tend to write by bouncing all over my Gdocs, so when doing a bunch of short stories I’ll add a little here, a little there, until I decide to focus on one and pull it all together.

I didn’t get to fill as many prompts as I wanted to, so apologies if you sent one in and I didn’t get to it.

Toward the end of the month, as things started to get busier at work, I ate up a lot of my padding and found myself finishing and scheduling stories the night before, which I don’t love. But I did manage to write 30 stories so I’m happy.

One thing that this whole experience reminded me of is the importance of reblogging. Not only is it lovely to see people’s comments (hearts to you, you know who you are) but it also helps to get it out to people who don’t necessarily look at the tags.

So I’m going to try and start queuing up fic recs on this blog again. I used to do it a lot, but I fell off a few years ago. I’ve still been reading, so there’s a lot of good things stored, but I just never got around to queuing the posts. There’s been a blossoming of really great rebelcap stuff lately due to Andor, and I want to share that.

Happy December y’all!

#NaNoFicMo 22 #mwah!

8 notes · View notes

killervibe · 3 years

Photo

Killervibe + Smiling at each other after a heart to heart

Killervibe Month Gift for @isaacmcadoo

#killervibe month #the flash #tkv gifs #cisco x caitlin #cisco ramon #caitlin snow

51 notes · View notes

firesoulstuff · 3 years

Text

The Blind Date From Cell Block D

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33159133

Cisco is - understandably - a little wary when his ex-girlfriend sets him up on a blind date with her cellmate's sister. A part of him thinks the only reason they're set up is because they both have kids, not that they'd actually be good for each other.

Well, he's been wrong before.

Cisco can’t believe it’s come to this.

He stands in front of Jitters coffee and looks at the door ahead of him, a final debate in his mind as to if he’s really going inside or not. It isn’t that he doesn’t trust Lisa, but her friends aren’t typically people he wants to get involved with. Of course supposedly this girl isn’t really one of her friends, but maybe a friend’s sister is close enough.

Oh well, he made it this far.

He enters the coffee shop and looks around. He doesn’t know what this girl looks like, but it isn’t all that crowded and he doesn’t see anyone looking around lost. He debates ordering coffee but he doesn’t know what she likes, and it feels rude ordering one for just himself, so he goes and claims a seat at a table with a nice view of the door.

He checks his phone while he waits, debating texting Barry to check up on Carmen or working on a crossword, when he hears the door open and he looks up.

This is probably her.

She isn’t what he was expecting, though Lisa had mentioned she was a “goody-goody.” She’s dressed nicer than he is, in a red flower-printed dress with matching lipstick. Her hair is this gorgeous light brown color that frames her face in loose curls. He starts to think maybe he’s wrong, that this woman is here to meet some other lucky guy and he’s still waiting, but then she notices him watching her and there must be something awestruck about his expression because she comes over to his table, and he awkwardly he pushes himself off the chair and stands.

“Hi…” She trails, “Cisco?”

“Um, yeah, hi.” He stammers, and offers her his hand, because apparently that is what he does on a first date now.

Still, she laughs and accepts the handshake.

“Caitlin, right?” He asks.

“Right.” She says with a blush, and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing himself.

“Cool, um, why don’t I go get us some drinks?”

What follows next is the obligatory awkwardness of a first date of her half-heartedly trying to give him money for her latte and his insisting that he’s paying for it. Once they have that out of the way and he’s returned to the table with her latte and his decaf Flash - he definitely doesn’t need the caffeine right now – he feels like he can breathe just a little bit easier.

“Thank you.” Caitlin says as he places her latte down in front of her and takes his seat.

“You’re welcome.” He says, “So, um, were you as nervous about the set-up from cell block D as I was?”

She snorts into her drink, and he can’t help thinking that it’s adorable.

“It’s always a bad idea when my sister wants to set me up.” She says, “When she said she wanted to set me up with her cellmate’s ex, no offence but I almost stood you up.”

“Understandable.” He admits, readily. Because really, he wouldn’t have blamed her. “What changed your mind?”

She chuckles, and he smirks when she suddenly avoids his eyes and starts stirring her straw around her drink.

“I um… I told myself I would come, it would be horrible, and then I could hold this over her every other time she tries to set me up down the road.”

He laugh, he tries not to but it gets through.

“So you’re using me.” He snarks, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m the bad date who is supposed to get you out of future, worse dates.”

“Sorry.” She winces, and he keeps laughing.

“Don’t be. I respect it, kind of wish I’d thought of it to be honest with you.”

Now she’s grinning along with him, and it’s nice. They sip their drinks, get over their laughter, though he’s still beaming with amusement when he speaks again.

“So, is this that bad yet?”

“Hmm… Not yet.” She hums, “But I can always embellish the details. What about you? Why’d you come?”

He shrugs, picking at his nails a bit. “Desperation, maybe? Been awhile since I had a date, and Lisa knows what I go for.”

He winces as the words leave his mouth; he definitely shouldn’t have worded that like that.

She’s raising an eyebrow at that, more than enough confirmation that he’s right, but at least she isn’t running away yet.

“What I mean is, um, Lisa and I had the conversation a while ago. We’re not right for each other, but we’re on good terms and we want to see each other happy. Plus, with Carmen, neither of us wants the other to waste time on something that isn’t going to last. So I trust anyone she’s going to set me up with will be someone she actually thinks I’ll like.”

Caitlin nods, but he’s still kicking himself. He learned a long time ago it’s never good to bring up an ex on the first date. Bringing up the kid? Absolutely, that’s something he knows he has to be upfront about. But he’s found ways to discuss Carmen while leaving her mother out of it until a later date, assuming it goes that far. But in this scenario that’s kind of difficult, considering it’s his ex who set this up.

“That’s good that you guys still get along.” She says, “I’m sure that makes parenting easier.”

“Yeah.” He agrees, whole-heartedly. There was a rough patch two years ago when Lisa first got arrested, he didn’t want much to do with her, he was so pissed. Then when he finally went to see her all they did was fight. It was horrible, and he could see the effect it was having on Carmen. He’s glad they’re past that.

“What about you?” He asks, “Lisa mentioned you have a son. You and the dad get along?”

She looks away again, her face falls, and instantly he knows he’s made a mistake.

“James’ dad is dead, actually.”

“Shit.” He whispers, “I’m-”

“It’s ok.” She promises, meeting his eyes again, with a look that says it is very much not ok but she’s tired of hearing the apologies. “It happened not long after James was born, he’s almost three. What about you? How old is Carmen?”

“She’s seven.”

He doesn’t miss how Caitlin’s expression shifts, her eyes blinking with mild surprise, and he chuckles. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten this kind of reaction after revealing his daughter’s age. He knows she’s doing the math, and debating whether or not she should ask exactly how old he is.

“Yeah, we had her kind of young.”

“I thought I had James young.” She comments, though the wonders if she meant to say that aloud, because when he starts cackling her face turns bright red and her eyes blow wide.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” He assures her through his laughter. “Really, I’ve gotten far worse reactions.”

She nods, though she doesn’t seem to be taking much solace in it.

“Were you out of high school?” She asks, to which he makes an “eh” motion with his hand.

“It was partway through senior year when we found out Lisa was pregnant, so we’d graduated by the time Carmen was born.”

They keep talking about their kids, swapping stories and occasionally pictures. James is adorable based on the pictures she shows him. He has her eyes, and her hair, but there’s something about his face that he’s sure must be a carbon copy of his father’s. She almost laughs herself to tears when he shows her the picture of Carmen from a pool party last summer at his Abuela’s; all suited up in her life jacket, arm floaties, an inner-tube, and bright pink snorkel.

“Yeah, this winter, I made her go to swimming lessons at the rec center. Kid was convinced she was going to drown. Didn’t care she’d been swimming plenty of other summers and done just fine. Nope.”

“Oh my god.” Caitlin laughs, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, James is terrified of buses right now. Cars? Fine. Trains? His favorite things in the word. But ask him to so much as look at a bus and he cries, all because there’s a kiddie ride at Adventure Land that’s shaped like a bus and he got sick on it last month.”

Cisco barks a laugh; he can picture that all too easily. Carmen went through a similar phase once; though her issue had been with clowns and he was more than happy to simply avoid those rather than make her face them.

“I should be going.” Caitlin eventually says, fiddling with the end of her straw. “James is with my mom right now and she really needs to pack for a trip tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Cisco agrees with a nod. “I should probably go relieve my friends.”

They get up, and after throwing away their empty cups he walks her to the door.

“This was surprisingly fun.” He says as he opens the door for her.

“It was.” She agrees, and she sounds equally surprised. “Would you want to maybe do it again sometime?”

“Yeah, I would.” He decides, beaming at her. “But it’s gotta be before next Thursday. I’m taking Carmen to visit Lisa and I am not facing her after only one date with anyone, because she will pester me about a second date.”

“Oh absolutely.” Caitlin agrees wholeheartedly. “If Crystal finds out a first date went well but doesn’t have any second date details, she might actually explode.”

He snorts, but if Caitlin’s sister is anything like Lisa, he can picture exactly that.

“So… Friday?” He asks, coming to a stop.

She stops along with him, a smile on her face.

“Friday.” She agrees, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He isn’t ashamed to admit he’s a little awestruck as he watches her leave down the busy street and disappear around a corner. He’s definitely grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

Maybe the girls in cell block D know what they’re doing after all.

#killervibe month #killervibe month 2021 #cisco ramone #caitlin snow

11 notes · View notes