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icedteaandoldlace · 1 year

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rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Thank you, @coolestjoy30! Some of these are kinda long. 😅

1: The Longest Distance Between Two Points Is Arm's Length (The Flash)

It was another quiet night at the Ramon house. Lately it seemed as though quiet nights were the only kind they had anymore, and while one might think that, after two years of being an empty nester, Yesenia would be used to it by now, she still found the silence stifling.

2: For Times of Adversity (Gossip Girl)

It was by far the worst kiss Eric had ever had. Not because it had left him so frazzled he could barely focus in class afterward, or because it had been out in the cold and the air had smelled strongly of car exhaust, or even because he’d felt that Asher didn’t care what he had to say, and had only done it to shut him up. It wasn’t the kiss itself that was so awful, but the fact that someone had seen it.

3: Head Games (Gossip Girl)

Eric stood on the sidewalk just outside the grounds of St. Jude’s, his back against the wall and his arms crossed in front of him. He was cold, and the wind stung his eyes, but he couldn’t go inside. Not yet.

4: As Frightened As You (Glee)

Kurt could hear the sound of fireworks popping off in the distance as people throughout the city continued to ring in the New Year. Midnight had come and gone a little while ago, and, surprisingly, it didn’t seem as though the police had busted anyone for their private firework shows yet—not that Kurt was complaining; taking out his keys to unlock his front door, Kurt mused that it was a good thing so many people were enjoying themselves tonight. At least someone was.

5: Alive Again (Glee)

“Is there somewhere you need to be?”

Kurt looked up from his watch, and he smiled, feeling more content than he had in a long time. “No,” he lied. Then, making up his mind as he spoke, he added, “I’m free all day.”

6: Baby, We Keep On Smilin' (The Flash)

Iris strode swiftly down the S.T.A.R. Labs hallway toward Cisco’s workshop, the click of her heels on the concrete floor echoing with every step. She hoped he hadn’t already clocked out and gone home for the day—not that there was much danger of that; it was only four in the afternoon, and given that he was now the sole remaining worker keeping the lab running while also moonlighting as a superhero, Cisco had been pulling longer shifts lately. He had a tendency to stay at the lab even after everyone else had gone home, so he could catch up on the projects he didn’t have as much time to work on between training and working in the field, though Iris suspected that that wasn’t his only reason for staying late. She didn’t blame him.

7: A Little Help From Your Friends (The Flash)

Movie night at Cisco’s was always better than a movie night anywhere else. Part of the reason for this was because Cisco insisted on having movie-watching snacks, and more than just popcorn; he always made sure to have a diverse assortment of candies and other snack foods on hand, so there was never any worry of getting hungry in the middle of the movie, and having to get up to find something to eat. Another reason was because Cisco lived for behind the scenes trivia, and would pepper in fun facts throughout the evening that Barry had never heard before. But perhaps the best part of watching movies with Cisco was the pure enjoyment of witnessing how deeply he got sucked into the worlds onscreen. Scary movies made him jump, and action movies had him cheering the heroes on and heckling the villains as though they could hear him (or vice versa, depending on who was cooler). Comedies became even funnier with the addition of his personal commentary, provoking Barry into quipping back and forth with him until they both made themselves sore from laughing too hard, and poignant scenes were sweeter knowing Cisco was sitting quietly beside him in rapt awe and mouthing the dialogue along with the characters.

8: Maybe Our Real Soulmates Were The... (The Flash)

Felicity knew from the moment she looked into Barry’s eyes that he was her soulmate. The jade green of his eyes, while not the same shade as the mark on her wrist, was close enough for her to give the cute CSI a second look and try to catch his attention.

9: Flying Free (or Free Kurt - Emma Pillsbury Style) (Glee)

“Is there another option?”

Kurt was only half-joking, but that seemed to be the only half that his father heard.

Burt chuckled, looking at Kurt with the same amused fatherly affection that he had often looked at him with during his childhood, whenever he had come up with a clever excuse for staying up past his bedtime or trying to have his dessert before dinner. It was a look Kurt knew well, and he knew it meant the same thing now that it had then: nice try, kiddo.

10: Heartless (Glee)

“Will, we have a problem.”

Will Schuester looked up from the Spanish papers he was hunched over. He had just spent the majority of the evening hosting a one-day-late Thanksgiving party for all the members of the glee club, past and present, who were spending their break in Lima, and now he was working on finishing grading so he could get all his students’ papers back to them when school started up again on Monday.

Across the table from him was his wife, who was standing stiff as a board and repeatedly clenching and unclenching her hands, her eyes wide and frantic.

And I am tagging @thequeenofshebasays @frosty-the-killer-doll @chocoholicannanymous @starstruckpurpledragon @elledelajoie @shrinkthisviolet @vcg73 @daftydraw @queer-cheer

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 4 years

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I will never have the ability to write a good superhero au but the concept of Richie as the tech guy who is the only Loser without superpowers but also the only one who figures shit out because he’s smart is one of my favorite things (also he gets kidnapped a lot and his superhero boyfriend has to save him which is another plus)

#hes just so fucking tired #he has high intelligence low LOW wisdom #basically he is cisco ramon #this art isnt great but i felt it had the vibe #he just eats candy and tries to keep his friends alive #i literally have a lengthy super hero au in my drafts but it will NEVER become anything #my art :)

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goldenfatale-moved · 6 years

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infiniitefrequency replied to your post: A black and gold box was delivered that morning,...

[ sms ; princess ] provided it ends with us getting food, of course princess.

[ sms ; princess ] I may not have eaten for 16 hours

{ sms ; harrison } I was going to let you drive my bike

{ sms ; harrison } but on second thought, I’ll come get you and we’ll get food before you fall off the back.

#infiniitefrequency #Lisa vc: EAT #Even Cisco remembers to eat even if its candy

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jay-wells-writes · 3 years

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Fixations (Harry x Reader)

**So the other day I went to get my septum pierced but it turns out that I don't have the sweet spot for it and she refused to pierce it. She asked me what else I wanted to pierce. I thought about my lip again but then I thought about how it could heal because I wouldn't let it heal. Well that of course sent me here and to this story. So I REALLY hope that you all like it.**

Looking up from a file you saw Cisco and Harry making their way to you. Seeing Harry for the first time in months you couldn’t help but turn slightly pink as you felt your heart skip a beat. Of course when you took a peak at him you could see the smile on his face and knew he had noticed. Once they had reached you, you turned back around and began walking into your office.

“Hey y/n, by any chance have you been able to find that note book I missed placed?”

“I did. It was sitting next to the couch so I just placed it in the top drawer in my desk. I need to fax these so go ahead and grab it.”

Turning to face the fax machine you had only been half listening to Cisco’s and Harry’s conversation. But hearing Cisco’s voice raising slightly you quickly turned around to see him hold your extra large bag of hard candies.

“Why am I just now finding out you have all these sweets?”

Shaking your head you walked over to Cisco and pulled the bag from his hand while reaching into the drawer for his notebook.

“As an ex-smoker I needed something to curb my want for a cigarette.”

Seeing Cisco’s eyes turning big you watched as he turned to Harry before turning back to you.

“YOU used to smoke? When…. How…” In his shock Cisco turned back to Harry. “Did you know that she used to smoke? Because this is the first time I am learning about it!”

Harry for the most part stuck his hands into his pockets and raised his shoulders.

“Wasn’t my place to tell.”

“So you KNEW?”

Rolling his eyes Harry shook his head.

“YES Ramon I knew. I caught her smoking outside late one night. But as I said, it wasn’t my place to say anything. Besides it isn’t that big of a deal.”

Turning quickly to you Cisco raised his hands.

“IT isn’t a big deal! It’s just I am shocked that I never noticed! I mean every smoker I have been by smelled like it, but not once did I smell it on you.”

Chuckling you placed the bag of candy back into your drawer.

“I only smoked because of my fixation. I was able to go without a cigarette as long as I had something to either suck or chew on.”

“Fixation?”

Looking quickly you could see that Harry was trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut and you had to look away before you started to laugh.

“I have a really bad oral fixation and smoking gave me something to do with my mouth.”

Almost instantly you could see Cisco’s face turn red, as his mind went where it shouldn’t have. And you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Right, well thanks for finding this for me.” Turning to Harry, Cisco was quickly making his way out the door. “Now I can show you the calculations to the idea I had.”

Chuckling quietly you watched as Cisco left, but before he followed Harry made sure to give you a wink, that had your face burning.

It hadn’t even been 10 minutes when you heard the in office messenger going off on your computer. Pulling it up you saw that Harry had sent you a message.

Harry-I have something better then some candy for your “fixation”.

Biting your lip you quickly typed out a reply. To which Harry was just as quick replying back.

y/n-Promise promise.

Harry-I will be by your office at 7 and this time Cisco isn’t there to stop me.

Looking at the clock you realized that it was 5 and you still had paperwork that needed to be finished that night. Opening your drawer you pulled out a couple of pieces of candy and tried not to think about Harry and 7 o’clock.

Two hours later and a handful of candy you were putting the files away when you heard your office door opened up. Turning around you saw Harry standing in your doorway holding a couple of Big Belly Burger bags. Closing the cabinet you leaned against it as Harry stepped further into the office and shut the door. Once the door was closed you couldn't help but make a smart ass comment.

"That wasn't what I expected you to have for me."

Laughing loudly Harry sat the bags of food down and sat down on the couch. You couldn’t help but watch as he rub his hands up and down his thighs a couple of times before he lowered his face.

"Oh trust me, this isn't what I had in mind. I just figured you could use more to eat than the candy you have in that drawer."

Smiling you made your way over to Harry. Standing just in front of him you couldn’t help but sigh when he shifted to the edge of the couch so that he could rub the back of your thighs.

"Hmmmm. You're gonna make me wait?"

Laughing as he pulled you forward, Harry had you in his lap just long enough to kiss you before shifting you into a position that had your back resting against the arm of the couch with your feet in his lap.

"Oh trust me, I will not stop you. But you gotta remember Big Belly isn't so good warmed up."

Pouting just a little bit you held your hand out.

"Give me the food."

As the both of you sat there and ate, Harry told you about his visit back to Earth 2 and you filled him in on what had happened while he was gone. Eventually the food was gone and Harry began to rub his hands over your calves.

"So the urge to smoke hasn't been bad?"

Smiling you shook your head.

"There have been times where I wanted one, but I managed not to give in."

"How much candy have you gone through?"

Laughing, you shifted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees. Placing a hand on Harry’s thigh you gave him a smirk while his hand moved to your lower back and rested just above your ass.

"Believe it or not, I haven't had to suck on many pieces."

"Oh? And how did you manage that? Last time I saw you, you were extremely frustrated without something in your mouth."

Slowly bringing your hand closer to Harry's cock you looked down and noticed he was becoming hard.

"Hmmm, that was true. But what you gave me was so much better than candy. So when the urges got bad. I would remember how you felt and tasted in my mouth. I would also remember the promise you made that night of always having something to keep my mouth busy and that it was mine as long as I didn't pick up another cigarette. I mean those are some pretty good rewards for not smoking."

By the time you had gotten done speaking your hand was resting over Harry's cock and you began to grind it against him. You could feel Harry’s fingers as they dug into your back and you watched as he rested his head on the back of the couch and let out a long moan as he closed his eyes. Even as you slowly began to play the buttons on his jeans Harry kept his eyes closed. He didn't even say anything when you managed to open his jeans up and work your hand into them. If he hadn’t shifted into a more reclined position after you pulled his cock out, you would have thought he had fallen asleep.

Licking your hand you wrapped it around his cock and began to work it up and down. Even though Harry’s hand slipped to your ass he continued to keep his eyes closed as he let out sighs and moans that shot straight down your body. Smirring some precum over the tip of his cock you pulled your hand away as you spoke Harry’s name. When he finally opened his eyes you smiled as you shifted yourself into a different position.

“Eye’s open. I am sure you aren’t going to want to miss this.”

Wrapping your hand back around his cock you closed your own eyes as you finally wrapped your lips around him.

Almost instantly Harry was cussing out as he thrusted lightly into your mouth. Smiling around him you could feel Harry gathering your hair in his hands as he spoke.

“I forgot how great your mouth feels. So warm and wet.” You could feel Harry’s hands as they tightened in your hair when you began to move. “Y/n, please.”

You didn’t even need to know what Harry was asking because the whine in his voice already told you what he wanted. Taking your mouth off of him you began to move, causing Harry to let go of your hair. Slowly standing, so that you could get feeling back into your feet, you moved away from the couch and Harry. Looking back at him you smiled as you once again dropped down to your knees.

“Why Harry, are you wanting to fuck my mouth? Cause I thought that you were my reward for being good and not smoking?”

Standing quickly Harry made his way to you. Wrapping his hand around himself you watched as he pumped his hand over his cock a couple of times. Standing in front of you, you looked up at a smiling Harry while he gathered your hair in his hands.

“Trust me y/u, I will make it up to you. It’s just been so long and I didn’t have time to myself. So I know this is going to be over very quick. Like a high school boy getting some for the first time."

Chuckling, you began to run your hands up his legs.

"I guess it's very important to take that edge off."

Saying nothing more you relaxed your body and opened your mouth as Harry stepped closer. Feeling the tip of his cock against your tongue you couldn't help but dig your fingers into his legs as you moaned out. Pushing past your lips Harry wasted no time thrusting in and out of your mouth. The grip on your hair tightened as Harry began to groan loudly as he stuttered over broken words. To your surprise Harry hadn’t been lying when he said it wouldn't take him long because after what seemed like a couple of minutes you could hear Harry warning you.

"Close y/n, so damn close. Damn I wish I could last longer then some teenager but shit I can’t. God you feel so ama- SHIT.”

Opening your eyes you watched as Harry stepped back and bent in on himself as he came. Standing up you made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a handful of paper towels.

Walking back out you couldn’t help but giggle at Harry as he stood there, his cock out as he tried to contain the mess he had in his hand. Going up to him you handed him the towels. While he cleaned his mess up you smiled as you nodded down.

"Need a hand?"

Chuckling Harry lifted his hands slightly and pushed his hips out. After making sure he was presentable, the both of you gathered the garbage and headed towards the elevator to head downstairs. Once the elevator door shut Harry was pushing you into a corner and placing his face into your neck.

"You know you're not the only one with an oral fixation. I have been dying for you to sit on my face and fuck it."

#the flash #harry wells #harry wells x reader

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darlingpetao3 · 3 years

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Was Cisco eating candy out of... a bedpan?

#😂#please let it be true #it was hard to see #the flash

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qlala · 3 years

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I’ve had a couple requests to see the unfinished Leonard and Lisa fic I mentioned yesterday, so I’m going to try posting it here! It’s the first ~2k words, so please let me know if the ��read more” doesn’t work.

The basic idea involves a meta who can link up two people’s memories, similar to the concept of “the drift” in Pacific Rim. Barry and Leonard get whammied by her during a fight, and they’re both pretty much incapacitated by it, because there’s a lot to deal with there on both sides. There’d be a coldflash endgame if I ever finish it, but that’s not overt in this section. If it’s not clear, italics indicate a memory not Barry’s own.

Trigger warnings: Please be aware that for obvious reasons, this deals a lot with Leonard and Lisa’s abusive childhood. The abuse doesn’t appear “on screen,” so to speak, but the fallout from it and the strong emotions surrounding it do. There’s also a brief allusion to transactional sex. Please keep yourselves safe and don’t read if you’re in a headspace where those things could be harmful to you. ❤️

By the time Barry stopped screaming, Leonard had filled the team in on what had happened to them.

Barry came back to himself with heaving, raw breaths. He tried to focus on the marble flooring beneath his cheek, and he twisted off his side to press his forehead to it, cool and grounding.

He could hear Leonard talking—familiar voice, terse sentences, clipped like he was speaking between gritted teeth—but it took Barry a second to locate him in the room. He was pressed back into the corner of the room opposite from him, kneeling, his arms wrapped tight around his middle. His hands were knotted white-knuckled in the material of the parka, an apparent attempt to stop the shaking that was visible even from twenty feet away.

He wondered when Leonard had moved, then wondered how much time had passed. The last thing he remembered was trying to push Leonard out of the way as the meta lashed out at them with… whatever it had been, a streak of white light, fragmented like a chain, a leash.

The memory was hard to pin down. It kept appearing to him from two different angles, and there was a headache pressing behind his eyes that grew sharper every time he tried to focus on one or the other.

“Barry? Barry, can you—?”

Barry didn’t even think when the hand reached for him and a barrage of memories hit him broadside: other hands, one other hand. He jerked backwards, his powers the last thing from his mind, and whoever it was yanked their hand away as if he’d just bitten them.

“Stop.” It was odd to hear Leonard’s voice without the drawl, sharp with anger, clear and ringing.

“He can’t help it.”

Cisco’s voice—that was even better than the floor. The memories that floated up were Barry’s own: movie nights, STAR Labs, a Lady Gaga song playing on repeat.

“Not him,” Leonard said. When he looked up, his eyes were so blood-stained that it was hard to see the blue of his irises. That explained Barry’s headache, at least. “You. All of you. Stop touching him.”

“He needs help.”

Iris’s tone was steady, careful; it was the voice she used on stray cats and nervous sources. Barry was glad to find her just off to his right, but he still flinched as soon as she lifted her hand.

In the corner, Leonard made an aborted movement as if to stop her. “Last thing I’d want right now is someone grabbing me.” It was taking him obvious effort to speak; he shut his eyes, and his brow was furrowed in what could’ve been pain, and could’ve been concentration. “Given the circumstances, I suspect that’s… operative. At the moment.”

There was a silence in which all Barry could hear was the sound of his own breathing. Then Iris knelt a careful foot away and placed her hand on the ground, palm up.

Barry nodded once—it was all he could manage—and reached out to clasp her wrist.

“Barry?”

He nodded again, and her shoulders dropped in relief.

“Okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. Do you know where you are?”

He risked a glance around, only to wince at the double memories: sitting on his dad’s shoulders as he explained how he’d consulted on the new exhibit about the human body, showed him his name on a sign by the door; Lisa dragging him through the Jewels of the World exhibit, her hand impossibly small in his own, declaring the Hope Diamond hideous with the flippant confidence only a child could have.

Barry’s head throbbed, and when he rubbed his free hand under his nose, it came away streaked with blood.

In his peripherals, Leonard mirrored the gesture, then wiped his wrist on his coat.

“The natural history museum,” Barry rasped. “Central.”

“Why is it affecting him more than you?” Caitlin’s voice, unexpected, behind him. “You’re getting his memories, too, aren’t you?”

Barry groaned as guilt panged in his chest; his whole team had been dragged out because he couldn’t take down one meta.

Leonard finally looked at him again, then met Caitlin’s gaze with a hard glare. “Karaoke,” he said, surprising her into a blink. “Grease. You’re a terrible singer.”

She looked offended, but when Leonard pushed himself to his feet, her doctor’s instincts seemed to take over, and she took a step toward him.

He held out a hand to stop her. “Your voice is the third-worst thing Barry’s past has to throw at me. Not all of us have lived such charmed lives.”

Barry’s lip curled even as his mind latched onto Leonard’s taunt, grateful for the distraction. “My parents were killed in front of me,” he said. “And my father’s doppelganger broke my back on national television.”

Leonard glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “I ranked that last one lower than Snow’s Olivia Newton-John.”

Iris tensed beside him, but it shocked a snort of laughter out of Barry. “I’m—” He let go of Iris’s wrist, used the hand to push himself up to sitting. “I’m fine. Can we go back to the lab?”

He was about to offer to run them there, but a glance toward the glass doors brought a fresh wave of memories, decades of them tied to the museum steps, the restaurant across the street, a stop sign stolen from the intersection before he’d even been born.

“Best to keep your eyes closed,” Leonard said.

“Yeah,” Barry agreed. He wouldn’t have gotten down the block. “Cisco, can you—?”

Cisco powered up his Vibe gloves, a ripple already opening up in the space in front of them. “Yeah, man. Come on. Let’s get you home.”

* * * * * *

“I said not to call her.”

Leonard sounded on the edge of homicide, and Barry risked opening his eyes to glance over at him. He didn’t need the sensors taped to Leonard’s wrists and temple (he’d steadfastly refused to take off his shirt, had pulled a knife when Caitlin had tried to insist) to guess at his spiked blood pressure, though the monitor next to him confirmed it with a beep of alarm.

They were in the medical bay at STAR Labs, had been for over six hours. Leonard was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, apparently above anything as vulnerable as lying down (or, apparently, painkillers, which Barry hadn’t even had the option of taking) and Cisco was doing an impressive job of standing his ground in the doorway.

“She called me, alright, Cold? I couldn’t lie to her, not when she’s got a tracker showing her you’re sitting in my lab—”

“She lied to you.”

“It’s in the tip of one of your shoelaces, if it’s in the same place as mine,” Cisco offered, not unkindly.

They were interrupted by the sharp, carrying click of high heels coming down the hallway.

The monitor next to Leonard’s bed beeped again, and Barry glanced at it. His blood pressure wasn’t the only thing elevated now; his heart rate was spiking, more than anything that could be blamed on anger. He was afraid. Barry had half a second to wonder why, then Leonard bit out, “Close your eyes,” and Lisa shoved past Cisco into the room in a whirlwind of righteous fury.

Barry’s own memories almost didn’t recognize her. He hadn’t seen her in over a year, and her hair was dramatically shorter than when they’d last met. It was short, boyishly so, and a dark brown he suspected was her natural color.

But his memories weren’t the only ones living in his head anymore, and his mouth opened without his permission. “Lis,” he said. “I haven’t seen your hair like that since—”

Nothing, not even that first blast of memories at the museum, could’ve prepared for the strength of the fear that slammed into him.

Lisa, barely ten, eating mac and cheese in front of the television. Lewis stumbling in the front door, reeking of beer. Every muscle tensing. A slurred name from Lewis when he saw Lisa, a name that made Len’s blood turn to ice, that made Lisa smile hopefully and ask, “Mom?” Lewis’s squint, his quiet, “Huh.” And then Lewis dropping on the couch, already halfway to passing out, and saying, “Gonna be a looker just like her.”

Len had pleaded with Lisa for hours that night, one hand on the kitchen scissors, one eye on the living room. The toy store, the candy store, fuck it, the pet store, anything she wanted, he’d buy it, just let him cut her hair, just this once, just til Dad went away again—

Barry remembered his powers just in time. He barely made it to the bathroom before his stomach heaved, and his hands were still shaking by the time he was able to take a full breath without retching again. He pushed up from the cracked floor—his knees had hit the ground hard enough to shatter the tile—and flushed the toilet, then limped out to the sink.

His reflection in the mirror was a mess; on top of everything else, his nose was bleeding again, too. He splashed cold water on his face, then changed his mind and stuck his whole head under the tap. He tried to focus on the sound of the water rushing over his ears; he needed a distraction, any distraction, to keep his mind from getting dragged back into the memory. The terror, the rage, the thousand better ways he could use those kitchen scissors to solve their problem instead of cutting off Lisa’s fucking baby curls—

Someone shut off the water, and Barry pulled back from the sink with a wet gasp. He pushed the soaking hair out of his eyes, flinched when it dripped onto his shoulders.

Getting too long, he thought, with a morbid hiccup of laughter. Then he threw up again.

When he recovered, Leonard was leaning against the sink next to him, holding out a paper towel.

“She doesn’t remember that,” he said, not looking at him. It was a warning, not a statement, and Barry nodded weakly.

“Our dad was back in prison by the end of the week.”

Because you planted a gun on him, Barry didn’t say. He remembered the weight of it in his hand, two rounds in the wall next to the gas station attendant’s head; had to leave something for ballistics. Wiping his prints off on his t-shirt, curling Lewis’s hand around the grip, the trigger, dead to the world; another shot into their floor to get the gunpowder on his hand and the neighbors on the phone with the cops.

Grabbing Lisa out of her bed, Winnie the Pooh blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders, thirty degrees outside. She was asleep on his chest by the time he got her to Mick’s. He dropped her off and went back to join the onlookers to make sure his dad got arrested, felt a vicious, bone-deep pleasure at seeing him dragged out of the hands in cuffs. He mentally added an extra year to their fortunes when the drunk old man elbowed a cop in the face, and black blood joined the blue and red lights in staining the front lawn.

Whatever else Leonard had been saying, Barry had missed it. The few fragments he heard—six to eight year sentence, legal guardianship—jarred another memory loose: a pro bono attorney who let his hand rest a little too long on Len’s arm; Len, broke, desperate, not shaking it off.

The feeling the memories carried was overwhelming, threatened to bring Barry to his knees. He was too frazzled to do the math, but Leonard couldn’t have been much older than he was now. Barry had no idea how he could’ve managed it, the absolute certainty that he would’ve killed for the child in his arms, the knowledge that one day, he probably would.

When Barry looked at Leonard, he found him gazing steadily back at him, and the full weight of his focus was so unexpected that Barry almost flinched again. He took the paper towel instead.

“When Lisa said you raised her. I didn’t realize…” He had no idea how to put it into words; maybe it was something that only someone who’d been a parent could really understand.

“My sister’s prone to exaggeration.”

His tone was flat, clipped, and Barry let the conversation lapse. He ran the sink again, then risked another glance in Leonard’s direction. He was still watching him.

“What did you give her?” he asked. “For her to let you cut her hair.”

Leonard was quiet for so long that Barry thought he wasn’t going to answer him. Then, finally, he lifted one shoulder in an unconvincing shrug. “Took her out of school for a week.” He crossed his arms and looked away again. “Told ‘em she had chicken pox. Brought her to work with me. Boss let her sit in the corner booth and color.”

It was enough; Barry remembered it. The bar—closed now—with its sticky floor, the regulars still passed out on the bar from the night before; he’d serve them coffee and peanuts and get to work cleaning, have the bar restocked with sliced lemons before the bartenders arrived and call the repair guy if the ice machine was broken again. The regulars put endless Shirley temples on their tabs for Lisa, syrupy sweet sodas for a buck apiece that stained her teeth red, until Len cut her off and they ordered nachos for her instead, pretzels with beer cheese, doing a better job of feeding her than Len did most nights.

There were tears stinging Barry’s eyes; Leonard ignored them other than handing him another paper towel, this one accompanied by an eye roll.

#leonard snart #lisa snart #// tw abuse #the sniblings #my fics #barry allen #the flash

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southern-belle-outcasts · 3 years

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@distant-wcrlds sent: I kinda want to ask all of the kitchen and living room questions for Cisco...

Household Muse inspired questions!

Does your Muse have a favourite food?

Cisco loves chow mein and szechuan chicken from Mama Chow's. Big Belly Burger is a close second, and he's not going to turn down pizza if offered. His taste in food boils down to highly Americanized ethnic foods, or foods with American origins. He quite obviously has a sweet tooth and always has a supply of candy on hand, particularly strawberry Twizzlers, and Tootsie Pops.

Do they know how to cook / bake?

He does know how to cook, and even though he doesn't do it particularly often when there's a big bad being dealt with, he's quite capable of making a good meal in his kitchen without fear of burning it or being inedible. Baking is not his forte, and while he enjoys baked goods, most of them come from CC Jitters.

Have they ever burnt their food while cooking or set off the smoke alarms?

Yes, but it's only happened if someone interrupted him and he became distracted. Left to his own devices allowed to focus, it's not a frequent occurrence as he was helping his mother cook at a young age and it was not new territory when he moved out on his own.

Do they drink enough water throughout the day?

Hell no. Caitlin actually rides his ass a LOT about that. He drinks far too much coffee, water is not his go-to for hydration and he often needs to be reminded that he hasn't had any yet that day.

Are they a messy or organized chef in the kitchen?

Organized. He can't stand when things are out of place as he's cooking, and will shoo people out of the kitchen to prevent disturbing of where he is working.

How often does your Muse get groceries?

Unless he's planning a certain meal, grocery shopping is often left until there's no more groceries left to cook a proper meal with the amount of time he tends to spend at Star Labs.

Plastic or reusable bags?

Plastic, it's actually less environmentally impactful, and easier to reuse.

Do they use the recommend serving sizes of food portions?

If that recommended serving amount is what's going to leave him feeling satisfied, which as a general rule with American food, is typically less than what is served, so it's safe to say he eats more than the recommended amount, not that he's bothered by that fact.

What is one food they could absolutely binge on?

Chinese. He would have no problem eating it for every meal in a day.

Do they have a favourite drink? (Pop, alcohol, juice, milk, etc)

Coffee. Iced, hot, doesn't matter it's coffee. But unless it's summer and he's actually outside he tends to err towards hot brewed. The cortex is typically cool no matter what so it really doesn't matter, and he prefers to wake up and have hot coffee.

Does your Muse watch television? What is their favourite show?

Yes, he watches a lot of tv when he has free time, although he will often be tinkering with something, putting together a figure, or doodling calculations even while he watches as it's not enough stimulation if it's a rewatch, sometimes even with new shows unless it's so intense he has to give it his undivided attention. One of his favorites is Star Trek, but very close is This is Us.

Does your Muse play any games? (Video, card, board, etc)

He actually collects vintage gaming systems. He does not play as often he as he did while a kid, but he still plays them sometimes. He also enjoys arcade games. One of his favorite games is Marvel vs Capcom 2 (you're not going to tell me it doesn't exist in arrowverse, he knows about She-Hulk). He also enjoys board games with his friends. Card games are the one he's not huge on.

Do they have a designated spot they always sit in?

He always has his specific chair on the right in the cortex, he does not like sitting on the left and will get cranky if for some reason he is not able to take His Spot. He will not sit in the middle of a couch unless he absolutely has to, preferring the right side if available, otherwise he'll take the left. Unless he's with close company, he prefers a chair to himself.

Do they fall asleep watching movies?

Rarely, unless truly exhausted, or so familiar with the movie and it's a volume as to be more background noise than mentally stimulating. Will never fall asleep during a horror movie.

What genre of movie do they prefer?

Sci-fi, action, and fantasy are his go-tos. He prefers something that removes him from reality, although the more time he spends on Team Flash, the more it's starting to blend.

What is a television show they cannot stand?

Touched by An Angel. His mother would watch it a LOT when he was a kid, and he just isn't religious anymore. He found it far too sappy as he would put it if asked, but really he just doesn't like the 'blindly believe in god' message.

Any commercials they find annoying or catchy?

He will guiltily admit to enjoying the Geico commercials, but he finds most commercials annoying, either for how patronizing they are, the lack of true necessity for the product, etc.

Have they hosted a party before?

Not at his home, that's what bars or other people's houses are for. Having a crowd socializing is not particularly something he wants in his home, which is his sanctuary and he rarely just invites people over unless they're in a relationship with him.

Has your muse broken any objects in their past?

Yes, both on accident and on purpose. He gets very put out with himself when it's on accident, he does not like having to replace things, nor having the lack of control of a situation that leads to breaking things.

How does your muse relax?

Working on building something, whether for Team Flash, or a model, figurine, etc. He likes being able to zone out and work with his hands and just think about what he's doing and not the things around him. Same for watching tv shows, it allows him to remove himself from his life for a bit.

Does your muse have a favourite book?

He relates to Peter Parker a lot, being a bullied smart kid, so his favorite book is basically just the og Spider-Man run.

#distant wcrlds #;headcanon the engineer #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead #religion tw #christianity tw

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kent-farm · 6 months

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—The Flash, “Going Rogue”

#The Flash #Danielle Panabaker #Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Carlos Valdes #Frostvibe #1.04 Going Rogue #Red Vines #Red Licorice #Cisco Eats Candy

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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🍭🍴🎶🎤 for emoji game! Thank you!!😘💜

🍭- fav candy? anything remotely with sherbet!

🍴- fav food(s) to eat? prosciutto, olives and all things salty

🎶- top 5 fav songs? passion (pinkpantheress), pleaser (wallows), luv loop (lost son), egyptian pools (jinsang) and been like this (doja cat)

🎤- top 5 fav bands? i don’t have 5 fav bands so my top artists are Doja Cat, Daniel Caesar, Elijah Who, and Wallows and San Cisco

#💕💕💕💖💖💖💕#🤗🤗🤗#emoji asks

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hedgiwithapen · 4 years

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Dammit Hedgi prompt: Cisco just vibing and "I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory"

Cisco decided he hated Deja vu. He’d be standing in the star labs subbasement, or the cortex, talking to Caitlin, or Dr. Wells, or Detective West, or just sitting at his desk eating candy, and out of nowhere the hair on the back of his neck rose, like a ghost had walked on his grave. (He was pretty sure that was the saying, anyways. Maybe it was goose? He hadn’t taken a lit class since he was 15.) Over and over, he saw-- imagined, made up, it had to be--a world tinted blue and fading to black. It was so real, he sometimes stumbled. He’d always thought it was impossible for a dream to hurt, but he’d woken up from a nightmare two nights back sure his sheets would be full of blood, his heart shredded. Instead, he was glad to find only sweat, and his heart pumped his blood in his veins exactly as intended. Well, maybe faster. Still. He tried to daydream about other things. Like when he was a child, eventually the blue-tinted thing would fade away. He’d stopped himself from imagining--- Armando, pulled into cornflower light, blue and gold, clinging to his hand--- eventually. This was just that. Why his brain was fixated on his own death, showing it to him again and again, imagining it so often it felt like a memory, he didn’t know. But there was no time for that, now. It was just nerves, stress, that had to be it. The first time dreams--and daydreams-- like this had come, it was grief. This was just that, again. Missing Ronnie, maybe, the guilt finally melting. Or just worrying over what would happen the next time the Reverse Flash came to call. He set it aside, and picked up a screwdriver. There was work still to do.

#dammit hedgi day #dammit hedgi day 2020 #Anonymous

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incorrectkillervibe · 4 years

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Caitlin: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed!

Cisco: No.

Caitlin: This was supposed to be a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

#killervibe #incorrect quotes #incorrect killervibe quotes #Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #Source: tumblr

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killervibe · 4 years

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Hate to See Your Heart Break

Summary: Barry notices Caitlin's quiet suffering. He's been there before.

Note: The title and lyrics come from this song !! Strongly suggest taking a listen! Also, minor spoiler for Love Is Blind.

For: @manjehaal

Tag: @staroflightning

~.~

Love, happens all the time,

to people who aren't kind

And heroes who are blind

~.~

“Hey Caitlin.” Barry sped into the Med Bay with the evidence he snatched from CCPD not even six seconds ago. “I need you to run tests on these before officer Voogavitch notices I stole them off his desk.” He slapped the hat left from the crime scene in the plastic bag on her table and frowned at her hiss.

Caitlin’s chair swivelled so slowly, Barry had to double check he wasn’t in flash time. “Uh,” he said when he got a proper look at her face. “You’re wearing your hungover sunglasses.”

“I don’t have...hungover sunglasses.”

Barry stared at her. The acetaminophen tablet bottle was right next to her elbow.

“Fine,” she grumbled. Barry backtracked to the light switches and turned them all off. Caitlin let out a little sigh of relief and removed the accessory. “I’m a little...hungover.”

Barry grabbed one of her stools to sit. “Why?”

Caitlin shrugged as she took the forensic sample he had left her and slowly put on her gloves to start the analysis in the dark. “I guess I was a little too indulgent at my pity party.”

“Pity party?” He frowned as he watched her boot up one of her machines. “Why would…” He trailed off at her glare. It wasn’t that it was cold but...weary. He remembered that look. He’d worn it often and would notice as he passed by the mirror at the precinct back when Iris was dating Eddie.

...Oh.

“Caitlin,” he said empathetically. “They broke up.”

“I know,” she snapped. Caitlin folded her arms as she sniffed back her tears. “I know they broke up. I knew they weren’t working. I knew he kept coming to me to talk. And I let him.” Her processor pinged. Caitlin took it out and walked over to her monitor to read the results. “We talked so much. All night, sometimes. Just me and him over the phone. When he was away—After he came back. I just stupidly let myself think that…”

“He’d come back to you,” Barry filled in when she went silent again. “You thought he loved you, didn’t you?”

Caitlin bristled. “Well he doesn’t. Your meta has abnormalities that suggest a similar polymer composition to Ralph’s.”

She turned curtly and returned the evidence. “You need to bring this back before officer Voogavitch notices.”

“Caitlin.”

“Voogavitch. He’s old and grumpy and already hates you.”

“Caitlin.”

“I’ll be fine.”

And Caitlin never says she’ll be fine. Usually she won’t say anything at all. Usually Barry would get the cliff notes version from Cisco when she was finally ready to open up about what was bothering her because as close Barry and Caitlin were, they could never in a million years resemble the delicate intimacy that rested in the quiet conversations those two could have with their eyes. “Caitlin,” Barry said again, touching her arm. “He does. He does love you.”

“Yeah,” she responded faintly, sliding the sunglasses back on over her eyes. “And so do you, right?” She collected her purse and wobbled a bit in her heels. “If he asks, I went to visit my mother. He knows not to bother me for a full day then.”

“What are you going to do?”

Caitlin pushed past him lightly. “ What I was doing before you interrupted me. Sleep.”

~.~

Barry’s conversation with Caitlin left him rattled for the rest of the day. At dinner, he picked at his third plate, which made Iris raise an eyebrow.

“Did you eat those calorie granola bars Cisco made for you after work? You’ve hardly touched your food.” She sipped her drink. “I didn’t make it you know,” she teased.

Barry let his fork scrape against the rice and peas listlessly. “I know you told me not to stick my nose in others relationships again—” “Uh oh—”

“—But don’t you think we should try to fix the rift between Cisco and Caitlin?” “What rift?” Iris picked up her plate to put in their dishwasher, kissing his cheek as she passed him by. “They’re the same as always.”

“I know!” he complained. “That’s what’s so weird!”

“You’ve lost me, Barry.”

He sighed and picked up his own plate, wrapping it in a container to store in their fridge. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco, she has been since like, I don’t know, Iris...Since before we were engaged.”

“Wasn’t she with Julian then?” Barry rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Julian was her distraction from Killer Frost and Cisco.”

Iris put a hand on her hip. “Barry. Are you sure this is all factual or just how you’ve been seeing it the last couple of years?”

He scoffed as he closed the fridge door, leaning against the tacked up drawings Jenna had made for them that they had put up with magnets. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco. Cisco has been half in love with Caitlin since day one, too. They just sucked at timing and now that Kamilla is no longer around...I think they just need a push.” “We don’t push our best friends into romances they don’t want, Barry!”

“Oh my god, but they do want it, though!” He ran his hand through his hair with a stressed out laugh. “Both of them!”

Iris took his hands in hers, dragging him to their couch. She folded herself against the cushions, rubbing her thumb against his knuckles. “I get that these are your two best friends and you really want to see them be happy, but Barry—for the love of god. Let them work it out on their own. Please.”

He pouted a little, falling backwards onto the sofa and covered his eyes with a groan. Iris laughed.

“What am I supposed to do?” he whined through the muffling of his sleeve. She snuggled up against him until Barry couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist. She queued up Netflix. “How about getting you hooked onto the latest season of Love Is Blind?”

Barry perked up immediately. “Do you think there’ll be another Messica?”

“There’s always another Messica.”

~.~

Barry watched Cisco and Caitlin be themselves for a whole other week with little to no development. He still stole her fries when she wasn’t looking and she nagged at him when he’d do something stupid only to get a fond eye roll and an arm slung over her shoulder. She’d tease his meta name of the week and for that, would earn a new nickname rolling off his tongue of her own. She’d let him hug her and she wouldn’t say anything different. And if her eyes darted over to Barry every once in a while after he’d be obliviously, painfully affectionate, well Barry seemed the only one to notice.

My friend, Cisco would always say when talking about her. My friend. My friend.

It made Barry cringe.

Another week turned into a month and then it was Spring. Iris began inviting Caitlin over to go shopping as a distraction. Cisco would turn down Ralph’s offers to hit the town.

Halfway into April, Barry got too distracted to keep score of Cisco and Caitlin’s stalling by a new crop of moderately dangerous alien attacks targeted around Central City. After a call and elaborate takedown with the help of Superman, they managed to put an end to it, content to send some alien children back to their homes.

Team Flash watched the news segment that relayed on Central City News Network in the Cortex as they fixed up the last of the technical difficulties in corresponding with the DEO to send the last aircrafts out to the alien planets, all wiped out and exhausted.

The news reel caught a quiet moment between Clark and Lois in the aftermath, Superman nowhere near in sight. The news headline captioned the footage of them grabbing onto each other in relief as

“Couple Reunited After Alien Scare—Saved by Superman & Team Flash!”

“Damn,” said Cisco around a Twizzler. “I want something like that.”

Caitlin clenched her clipboard tighter and forced a smile. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Duuuude!” blurted out Barry, slapping his hand against the whiteboard he’d been cleaning off from their language decodes and translations. Cisco might as well have been the one from another planet. “Dude! Come on!”

Cisco startled in his seat at Barry’s volume. “What?”

“Stop it with the utter bullshit! You do have that! You’ve always had that!” He gestured wildly at their best friend. “Hello!?”

“Barry,” Caitlin warned.

Maybe it wasn’t his place. Iris had told Barry not to pry, but this was pushing all of them too far. He couldn’t stand to see the look on Caitlin’s face. It’s been weeks. Hell, it’s been months. This had to end.

It was too late to salvage what he’d done, anyway. Cisco turned to look at her. “What is he talking about?”

Caitlin’s cheeks flared up as she muttered something incomprehensible, setting the clipboard down.

Ralph took a long sip of coffee, watching the scene above the rim of his mug.

“It’s just a crush,” she said at last, as if she were commenting on the weather. “A silly little crush, Cisco. It’ll pass.” She ignored Barry as she briskly walked across the room, her eyes flickering for a moment as her hands shook.

“Stop,” she said to nobody in the room, in a hushed, direct tone. It must’ve been for Frost. “Stop it. I’m fine on my own.”

They all watched as she left.

“Okaaaay,” said Cisco. “I’m very confused. What the hell just happened?”

Barry kept his mouth shut already knowing Iris would kill him.

Cisco sat up on the monitor desk and dropped his candy. “Barry, I mean no offence, but how is it that—again, no offence—”

“—Little taken.”

“ How the hell does Caitlin have feelings for someone suddenly and she decided that you’re the first to know?”

“Does that bother you?” Barry countered.

“That she told you first!? I just said that!”

“No, it bothers you that she likes someone.”

That took Cisco by surprise. “What—No?”

“You hesitated.”

“No.”

Barry shared a glance with Ralph, who merely rolled his eyes. “Yes, you did.”

“So what does it bother me?” he lamented. “Why wouldn’t it? I don’t even know who this person is!?” Cisco frowned deeply, brushing a hand over his hair. “Do we know him? When did this happen?”

“Buddy,” said Ralph with feeling as he stretched his limbs, deciding to follow Caitlin in case Frost turned up after all. “Listen to yourself.”

“I’m listening to myself just fine!”

“Uh.” Barry squinted at him. “Are you, really?”

Fine!” Cisco yelled, jumping down. Barry blinked. That was easy. “Maybe I’m concerned that Caitlin is falling in love again!”

“Why would that be a problem? You love Caitlin and want her to be happy.”

“I know!” Cisco shouted. “I love her and I want her to be happy but god for once, why can’t she just be happy with me?”

His words roared in Barry’s ears. Cisco himself blinked at his own outburst, shocked.

Finally. Finally!!!!!!

A ridiculous grin threatened to split Barry’s face, tremendously relieved that he didn’t have to suffer through this anymore. He reached for his pocket to text Iris about this new development with about a thousand exclamation points and a fireworks screen for emphasis.

“Cisco.”

The men turned on their heels, horrified to find Caitlin back in the entryway of the Cortex.

Cisco’s face went ashy. Barry nearly dropped his phone.

“Caitlin—“

She shook her head, cutting Cisco off, a dangerous look in her eye. “Do you know how selfish you sound? You don’t want me with other people but you don’t want me either!?!”

“What!?”

“How many times have I heard you talk about wanting someone normal? How many times did I have to spell it out for you? How much you mean to me—How many more ways am I supposed to!?”

“The clearest way, Caitlin,” Barry cut in quietly. “It’s not that he’s not interested. He doesn’t know.”

Cisco was now in front of her, imploring. “I don’t know what?”

Caitlin swallowed, tearing her eyes from Barry back to Cisco. “I want to be with you,” she confessed. “It’s not just a crush. It’s not going to pass. I’m so in love with you I'm sick with it.”

It seemed as though Cisco’s mind churned and churned until any coherence jumbled into alphabet soup. “You—? Me?”

Barry smiled.

Caitlin nodded and tugged on Cisco’s shirt hem as he stumbled closer. Barry remembered the weary look in Caitlin’s eyes when he’d caught her hungover weeks ago. It was making its reappearance.

“I’m not normal—“

“—Caitlin.” That was all it took to snap Cisco’s brain cells back into formation.

“—I’m not wife material anymore, I get that.”

“Caitlin!”

“—But I’m happy with you. I’m so happy with you, Cisco—We don’t need anything else. We don’t have to change or be any different—You’re enough for me and that’s all I’ve ever really cared for—

“Caitlin.”

“—And I understand that you see me like a sister and how this is a total shock but I really thought—You were calling me Cait and sometimes you’d look at me and I’d let myself think—“

“Caitlin!” Cisco held her face in his hands to get her to stop talking. She seized, her words stolen away at their proximity, at his touch on her skin. Her eyes caught in his gaze.

“Cait,” he said much more softly, reverenced. He thumbed her cheek and leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together. Caitlin closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping as he slid his hands down her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulders. Arms wrapped around her entirely as they stilled in the hallway.

Barry couldn’t dare move if he tried. He was mistaken, what he thought he saw before. The lines of pain etched into her face, the guarded stiffness in her posture when she finally told him what she wanted. There was something different in the way she held herself and looked at Cisco now. It was not weary and miserable, but yearning and delicate. A heartsickness that despite all the fatigue he’d seen it carry over Caitlin now rested in the same place that signalled newfound strength.

“I don’t expect you to suddenly develop feelings for me overnight—“ she whispered.

“Well that’s impossible,” Cisco murmured into her hair. She stiffened in his arms but he simply held her tighter, continuing. “I already love you more than anything in my life.”

Caitlin startled backwards, covering her mouth with her hand. She made a noise like a yelp. “I thought I was imagining it. I felt like I was going crazy!”

Barry sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he took a seat by the monitors. “I told you!”

They both turned to glare at him, but only for a second. Cisco was immediately drawn back to Caitlin, walking backwards to lead her into the Cortex from their spot in the hallway. “No. No, no, no.” He promised. ”This is my fault, I’m sorry. Every time I was hurt or worried or upset when I was with Kamilla—I just wanted to speak to you. And when I finally admitted to myself it wasn’t working...I was too scared to admit to myself I just wanted to run directly to you, then too.”

Her breath hitched.

“But I didn’t know,” he said. “That it was the same way for you. You told me in Antarctica that you didn’t want to get in the way of me starting a family—I assumed…” Cisco paused abruptly. “You were in the way,” he realized breathlessly. “You were always in the way—Mmph!”

Barry’s heart flipped for the both of them, a dumb smile lighting up his face when Caitlin kissed the hell out of Cisco.

The meta alert dinged on Barry’s phone. He slammed down on the space bar to silence the building alarms before they could jolt them apart. He leaned his chin against his palms as his elbows relaxed against the keyboard with a happy sigh.

Lois and Clark were in town. Superman could get this one.

~.~

For all the air that's in your lungs

For all the joy that is to come

For all the things that you're alive to feel

Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal

#the flash #killervibe #fluff #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #tkv fic #corona fic

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manjehaal · 4 years

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Happy Valentine's Day! @killervibedaily

I realize that in Flash canon Valentine's Day is supposed to only be like a day or two after Marathon, but just pretend there was a 3-week skip. Screw canon. That's why we have fanfiction anyway. This story wasn't at all what I planned but it exists and it's here, so drown with me in this disaster fluff.

Caitlin Snow shuffled down the dilapidated sidewalk, letting her hair bleed white to shield her face from the people. Even while forcing herself to pretend they weren’t, she was certain they were looking, like the monsters would break free from the sewers and try to drag her down with them, to the even darker depths of the city. This narrow alley was bleak enough, she decided, hugging her bag closer to her chest, keeping her eyes peeled for any intrusion as she fast-walked to the colorless diner on the corner of the block.

Being a host now, she could feel the direct shift of perception as Frost took her form, her trepidation turning into acceptance, even while sirens and gunfire were heard like a lullaby somewhere back further. It wasn’t safe, sure, but maybe Frost understood the heart of Gotham in a way she never could. A sense of belonging in the hazard, in the gray umbrella sky, in the war-torn foundations.

Everything shifted back, as Frost let her go, her honey locks spiraling down her shoulders as her eyes turned warm, setting on the booth in the back, where two cups of coffee were steaming. Expectant eyes met hers and she smiled, feeling even more out of place in the dim-lit diner, too dismantled for her to be wearing heels.

“You could have picked a nicer part of town,” she commented, a laugh rolling off her tongue as he lifted from where he was positioned, a warm smile flashing her eyesight as he wrapped his arms around her,

“This is the nicer part of town,” he muffled, laughing in her shoulder, as his hand fell to her elbow, “unless you’re one of the elites.” Shifting back to the booth, Caitlin flopped down, relaxing for the first time since she drove into the city. She spent most of those last few moments parking, cursing over the lack of working extrapilators.

“Cisco, what are you doing in Gotham?” she deadpanned, holding her bag on her lap and she pulled on her mug.

He sighed, eyes flickering up as sirens pounded through the walls of the diner, red and blue swirling across Cisco’s face as he watched them, grimacing as a yell was heard from a few buildings down. “It’s not that bad,” he whispered, just as another car came flying around the curve.

She shook her head, trying to relax again where she sat, with her fingers wrapped tightly around the mug. “You have the whole world to add to your database and you decide to start with Gotham?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, I didn’t actually believe it would be this bad.”

She laughed into her drink, peering out the window as the cop finally pulled away and began speeding in the opposite direction.

“And I wanted to get it over with.”

It would be a little hard for him to finish his research, however, if he wasn’t alive to continue, she considered, hating the thoughts of him walking around in Gotham, unarmed and with dysfunctional meta powers.

Interrupting her anxieties, he reached to touch her hand, a steady gaze passing over her. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I am too. It hasn’t been the same at the lab without you.”

That was an understatement. It had been a rude awakening when she found there wasn’t much reason to be at the lab without Cisco in it, other than the responsibilities she was bound and dedicated to. She would find herself leaning over to tease him, whether she was Frost or Caitlin at that moment, only to find her gaze meeting the cold air. No more warmed up seats for her to sit in once Cisco finished his work. No more cups of coffee left on her desk or pieces of candy being offered to her at seven in the morning. No more goodnight hugs and analytical discussions about the vast probabilities of the universe. No more nothing. No more Cisco.

Looking into his warm eyes, relief settled in her chest at his nearness, for the first time in three agonizing weeks at Star Labs. “It’s been different, that’s for sure,” she said, wishing to adequately convey just how much she meant it. That Cisco was necessary and an irreplaceable component, if for some outlandish reason, he could forget that. That her suggestion had been so easy to act on because he was just that desperate to find his place. She didn’t know how deeply he took her word as gospel.

“Tradition is tradition,” he finally said, glancing up at the approaching waitress, holding a massive plate of at least 10 pancakes stacked on top of each other. Caitin’s eyes lit up, temporarily forgetting her location and putting her attention on Cisco.

“You remembered,” she said, accepting the additional plate and orange juice being handed to her, still with her eyes watching Cisco who was beaming.

He gave her a questionable look as if to ask why she would ever doubt him. “Of course I did. We’re both single, which means this applies. But hey, I am sorry you had to drive through Gotham, but I did say I’d drive to Central City for you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I insisted before you sent me the address.”

He was digging into his stack of pancakes, smiling way too much for a man who just recently became newly single. The intention of their tradition was never supposed to be this lighthearted and positive.

It had been birthed three years back on Valentine’s day, back when Cisco was fighting hard for the heart of Cynthia and Caitlin had been insisting that her and Julian were just friends. They were both single though, and without his “love donut,” as he had put it, Cisco had shown up at her house thoroughly down in the dumps. So they had agreed to keep each other company, watching movies and playing board games, until at around two in the morning when Cisco had turned to Caitlin and said, “I want pancakes.”

She had smiled from the couch, not at all able to provide the energy to actually make pancakes, but Cisco had been content to make them himself, spending the next half hour singing loudly along to Disney songs and encouraging Caitlin to sing alone, who was just humming with her eyes closed on the couch. Clearly, Cisco was tired, but he was very much out of the dumps.

By three in the morning, they were both sitting on the living room floor eating pancakes, talking about their deepest insecurities and promising to be best friends forever. “Promise me,” he said, looking up at her as she moved the plates to the coffee table. “That if we are ever both single and lonely on Valentine’s Day, we’ll do this again.”

“Make a mess?”

“No,” he said, smoothing his messy hair. “Pancakes. They were so good.”

“They were,” she agreed, making herself comfortable on the couch again. “I promise, but only if you make them.”

He nodded eagerly, plummeting onto the recliner beside Caitlin.

The next year, Cisco was with Cynthia, so Caitlin had sat in her living room eating cereal alone.

The year after that, Cisco showed up at her house with far too many pancakes than they could possibly eat, not unless they invited Barry, and they didn’t. This was their tradition and Barry was thoroughly occupied anyway.

And this year, after Cisco broke up with Kamilla, Cisco immediately texted her saying, “We have to meet up for Valentine’s day.” How could she possibly say “no”?

Caitlin smiled at the memory, pouring syrup onto her pancakes as Cisco spread butter on his own. He didn’t look heartbroken to her, and she knew well enough how to tell when he was faking. Just as she had known pretty early into Cisco’s relationship with Kamilla that he wasn’t right for her, and he knew it too. Maybe the stress had driven him to settle for something normal, but he was never supposed to live that way. Cisco Ramon had never been a “normal” person and he never should have tried to fit himself in that box.

And now, even in Gotham City, he seemed to be thriving, eyes lit like someone had struck a match. She longed to catch the flame that freed him, and she intended to do just that. She just had to push herself to say the words first.

“Cisco,” she started, catching his sturdy gaze with the seriousness of her tone. “I said it’s different at the lab without you. You believe that, don’t you?”

“I’m sure you have to do twice the work.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, gazing down at her hands, her face tentative, like she was about to rip off a bandage. “It isn’t about the work. I like the work.”

He resisted the smirk that came in response to Caitlin’s seriousness, the kind that she used when Cisco was having far too much fun in the lab to get anything done. Instead, he waited on her, taking a sip of his coffee.

“It’s lonely, I guess. I know you’re the right person for this job and I still think you should do it, but I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you.”

She looked embarrassed when he looked at her, thoroughly confused why such a confession would cause her to want to shrink back in the way she was right then. So he tried to calm her fears and take her hand again, a smile forming at the thought of being missed. Because he had to be honest. He doubted it at times. When everyone had someone else it could be hard. Even when he was with Kamilla, he was fairly certain she would be alright if he never came back from Crisis. He was even sure that Caitlin would get over it eventually and go on living her life without much of a shift. But here she was, earnestly telling him that she missed him, after only three weeks.

“Then I’ll come back,” he said as if the rest of the world could wait. Everything would sort itself out eventually. Somebody else could easily do it. Somebody without strings attached. If Caitlin needed him in Central City, he would ride home with her in the car right at that moment.

“No,” she said, shaking her head, her face slightly flushed. “I think this is something you’ll be really good at and I don’t think you should quit.”

He agreed to some extent with her assumption, being that he had always been excellent at organizing data. The task before him, though a bit overwhelming, was something he genuinely found interest in. He didn’t quite want to stop, but again, if Caitlin said the word, everyone who knew them had no doubt he would be there in an instant. “I still can’t get the extrapolators to work, or my powers for that matter. It would be so much easier if I could just breach back to see you whenever I could.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to figure it out eventually.”

She nodded, playing with a loose strand of her hair, her eyes still tentative. “I know you will, Cisco.” She paused, but it was very clear she had more to say, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage to say it. To impose. To cling to him in such a way. To make it so abundantly clear that she was missing him so intensely.

“What is it?” he asked, voice full.

She breathed, straightened her hands out on her lap, smoothing out her skirt. “I didn’t realize until you left...how much you meant. I’ve been a wreck, Cisco. I can’t do it anymore. I need to be with you.”

“Then we’ll go back to Centra-”

“No, Cisco. I want to be your partner. I want to go with you.”

Cisco’s calm demeanor changed slightly so that he looked uncertain, alert in a way that implied he was really considering her words. Not rejecting them, but they confused him. Rattled him a bit. Like there was still so much she was not saying, bit back behind her now watery eyes, watching him with an invitation.

“You want to travel with me?” he asked carefully, his expression relaxing significantly.

“Yeah, I can help. Plus, while we’re in Gotham, you can’t possibly tell me you wouldn’t want Frost by your side for safety. At least until you get a hold of being Vibe again.”

He nodded repeatedly, as if showing agreement to all of her points, but he looked cautious, a new thought popping into his head suddenly as his eyes lit up. “Caitlin, that sounds like so much fun.”

She nodded vigorously, her long hair falling over her eyes for a moment, suddenly being pushed to the side of her ear by her best friend, who looked somewhat dazed as he pressed her hair back. “It does,” she said almost mutely, voice shaking ever so slightly.

He paused, his face still close, an urgent look forming in his eye. “I’ll let you come with me, I guess.” And then he grinned. “As long as you agree to be my Valentine. I want all those scary Gotham men to know that a guy like me can definitely get a girl like you.”

She stopped short, her mind racing at his question. “Definitely,” she said quickly, then, smoothing out her hand over the hand that she hadn’t realized she was touching on the table, she soaked in the view, letting a lazy smile meet her lips. “Only if you really mean it.”

“Only if we can be a power couple,” he said, smirking.

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “The most powerful in Gotham, for sure. Vibe and Frost, taking on Gotham together.”

Gaze still steady, he shook his head. “ Frost and Vibe, taking on Gotham together!”

“The whole world together.”

“ Everything together.”

And then she gasped, realizing what she was doing and what Cisco was returning and she began to giggle, her hand falling over her mouth as she forced her eyes onto the table. The room was spinning, even more so when Cisco’s hand wrapped around her hand and squeezed it.

“But in all seriousness, I want you to be my Valentine. I want to be with you. I just…” he sighed, turning his head to get back in her view. “I just wasn’t sure how to say it and if you’d want the same thing. I didn’t want to get hurt.”

Cisco straightened in his seat, as Caitlin’s eyes courageously lifted from the table.

“And I’d never want to scare you away. You’re my best friend, and I’d rather be just your friend than risk losing all of that.”

Caitlin just stared at him, struck with what was happening, and that she had been foolish to think he would be weirded out by her neediness for him or deny her when she suggested their partnership. And all along, even if he was with someone else, he deep down felt for her in a way surpassing the platonic nature she feared he would only ever desire. But he was looking back at her, a content little smile growing bigger as she stared at him, her face growing hotter by the second.

She gasped, her eyes going wide with dumb recognition. “I love you.”

Staying composed, his dark eyes squinting as his smile grew and he laughed. “How long?”

She startled, her cheeks feeling feverish as swallowed. “Since...almost three years ago. You never gave up on me. I couldn’t forget that. And you’re the reason I was okay. That I am okay.” She bit her lip, not sure if she should repeat his question or if she should keep her mouth shut, being that he had never confessed that he loved her in the same way.

But then, as she glanced up at him nervously, he froze, “Oh.” Then he laughed. “Caitlin, I love you too, of course. I’ve loved you since...god. I don’t know.”

She couldn’t move.

“I don’t really remember a time when I didn’t at least have a massive crush on you.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling warmly at him, hoping that the turn in her stomach wouldn’t serve as a warning of what was to come, awkwardness and nervousness all around. But her heart was racing, and she couldn’t quite find a way to make it stop that didn’t involve flatlining.

But when he had packed up their leftover pancakes (because Cisco had ordered far too many) and told the waitress that he would like some extra syrup packets for his “Valentine,” she was certain the awkwardness would be worth it.

They walked out into the evening lights, glancing around at the shady neighborhood with equal nervousness. So Caitlin let Frost take the wheel, putting her arm protectively around Cisco’s shoulder with eyes narrowed at anyone who looked as if they might try to make a move. The walk to Caitlin’s car and back to the place Cisco was staying would surely be interesting, but Caitlin had a point when she said having Frost as security would be a good thing.

Giddy with the thought of Caitlin loving him the same way he loved her caused him to smile too brightly for a passerby in Gotham, screaming, “Frost and Vibe, taking on Gotham!”

Frost rolled her eyes, not sure how she was going to deal with this new development.

“Frost and Vibe, taking on Gotham,” she muttered, deciding to have a pointed conversation later with Caity.

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