She literally didn’t let her friends take off the necklace, so that she wouldn’t become Killer Frost and kill them all. She stayed awake her whole operation, without any sedatives. Kept talking to Julian about what he was supposed to do, IN HER STATE OF PAIN AND MISERY because like Iris said “None of us are doctors”, yes none of them are DOCTORS. SHE WAS THE DOCTOR OF THE TEAM WHEN EVERYONE CLAIMED SHE WAS DOING NOTHING AND CONTRIBUTING NOTHING TO THE TEAM. Nobody on that show, apart from Barry, suffered as much as she did.

I stand by Caitlin Snow at all costs, I am so glad this selfless, gracious woman who always helped her friends and did no harm is still alive and well. EVEN THOUGH SHE IS LITERALLY KILLER FROST RIGHT NOW AND THANK GOD FOR THAT. THANK GOD. She always deserved better and when everyone was chilling at home, talking about how to save Iris, only HR Cisco and Julian truly cared about her and stayed with her. I will not forget it and I don’t think she will either. 

Killer Frost finally at large and I couldn’t be happier. 

Little Things

Originally posted by barryandiris

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) doesn’t appreciate herself, but Barry still loves her so much, no matter what. 

Word count: 1.164

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m very busy in these days and I wrote this imagine last night. I am working on the requests I have received in the previous days, I am just asking for a little bit of patience. 
Anyways, this is a short reminder to everyone. You should love yourself, because you are you, thanks to them. If you ever struggle with yourself or you have lots of insecurities, I am here for you and my ask is always open if you want to talk. Much love.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour.

It was your day off from your work at S.T.A.R. Labs and, instead of reading a good book while having a hot cup of your favourite tea, which is an activity that you always do, you’ve been stressing yourself in front of the full-length mirror attached on the wall of the room you shared with Barry.

You’ve been having your crisis in the past few days and you’ve been feeling insecure about everything once again. You hated the feeling of it, but you couldn’t help it and you thought that you were not enough for the society’s definition of beauty at that moment.

This is one of thousands of factors that you hate about yourself: there are times when you’re too confident with yourself and you would accept every compliment that people would give you and there are the most of the times when you find yourself in front of your mirror, criticizing yourself for too many times now.

“Freckles,” You complained as you brought your face near the mirror and you pointed with your right index finger some visible freckles that rested on your cheeks. “chubby cheeks,” You then cupped your cheeks using your hands and you squeezed them tightly, hurting yourself a little bit. “boobs, too much boobs.” You then went back to your position before and you looked at your whole body with repugnance, rejection and disgust. You cupped your breast as you judged your almost naked body, only wearing your favourite undergarments.

You thought that you were made of flaws and that you were just a factory defect. You pointed out everything that you thought was the problem.

“These curves, too much fat in my belly, wide thighs.” You frustrated yourself more, pinching your body parts as if you were punishing them for being like that.

You are chubby, but not fat. You may not be like those skinny girls, but your body type was just right. You were the only one who saw them as flaws. People around you liked you, but the models you see on the tv and magazines make you feel insecure.

“Can’t I be skinny?” You flattened your stomach, trying your best to make it as flat as possible and maybe using your hands to help you too. “Nope, still fat.” You heavily sighed as you couldn’t hold your breathe anymore and your stomach went back to its original shape.

When you got tired of looking at yourself, you desperately threw yourself on the bed.

“This is so stressing!” You groaned and stomped your feet on the floor like a child having his tantrums.

“Babe?” Barry entered the room and he quickly caught your attention. “What’s the matter?”

“Hey!” You quickly sat up and corrugated your forehead. “Weren’t you at work?”

“It’s my lunch break and I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend.” He smiled at you and you quickly pouted your dainty lips.

“Beautiful.” You huffed and gave him a glare.

“What’s the problem?” He raised his left eyebrow and you groaned even more.

“You know what the problem is, Barry.” You said as you looked at the ground, you now felt so conscious and down because of what you were doing earlier.

“Are you having your insecurities once again?” Barry curiously asked, occupying the space next to you.

“Yeah.” You melancholically said. You got your clothes resting on the bed and you slowly wore them, Barry watching you sadly.

“Babe, we already talked about it.” Barry then said.

“I know,” You jumped as you squeezed into your jeans. “it’s just that,” you cut your sentence and you sighed as you sat on the bed again. “Caitlin is so beautiful and she has a great smile. Then there’s your adoptive sister, Iris, who’s beautiful and has a perfect skin, great body type.”

“(Y/N).” Barry sweetly called your name. He was disappointed, not of you, but of him. He was disappointed of himself because he couldn’t make you love your so-called-flaws. He couldn’t make you believe that you were perfect and you shouldn’t think negative things about you. “You know that I love you for who you are.”

“I know, Bar.” You fiddled with your sweaters sleeves.

“Look at me.” You looked at him and he gently cupped your cheeks. “These flaws that you call are those little things that make you perfect.”

“I don’t think so.” You contradicted him.

“Shh.” He shook his head. “It’s you they add up to, love. I am in love with you and so with these little things.” He sincerely said as you both look into each other’s eyes.

“Really?” You finally let your walls down and you kind of earn some confidence for yourself.

“Yes, Babe.” He smiled at you. “I am not lying and you know that.”

“Sorry.” You bit your lip and you broke your gaze with him.

“Don’t be. I will never get tired of explaining it to you, but I ask you to love yourself.” He nodded as he let go of your cheeks slowly. “Because I love you just the way you are. You are the prettiest girl in this world and no one can ever change that, not Caitlin and neither does Iris.”

You smiled widely at your boyfriend and you hugged him tight. He hugged you back as he played with (Y/H/C) hair and you both broke it then.

“Thank you.” You shyly thanked him.

“Just said the truth, babe. You don’t have to thank me for being honest.” He winked at you and you just rolled your eyes. “So, before my tiring work duty resumes, can I cuddle with my girlfriend for awhile?”

“Do you still have time?” You curiously asked, looking at his green lovely orbs.

“I always have time for you, babe.” You both smiled and you were flattered for every kind word he has said. You were happy to have him, because he still loves you, even though you don’t appreciate yourself and he does.

“Then of course!” You cheerfully said. “That’s not even a question to ask, Bar!” You both laughed in unison and you both got under your comfortable and warm blankets.

You both hugged each other as you admired each other’s beautiful faces.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” Barry sweetly confessed as he brushed his nose against yours.

“I love you too, Bar.” You smiled and he smiled back.

“Stay beautiful and perfect, love.” He gave it to you as an advice before he leant in to give you a passionate kiss on your lips.

You both spent his lunch break by cuddling under the warm covers and kissing passionately each other.

You were thankful to have Barry by your side, because, at least, someone loved you and appreciated you for who you are. Someone loved your little things that you hated so much, but you knew that you should start to love your flaws.

You really should, because our flaws are what make us unique, irreplaceable and perfect. You must remember that.