Ok I know I promised to update Arrow Cave but I had this vision today while I was resting cause I’m sick and sore as hell and I really wanted to do it. I’ve never had a Valentine and we don’t really celebrate it all that much down here and my parents don’t do anything for the day so whenever I get the chance to write about it, I take that chance, seeing as I probably will never celebrate it #foreveralone
The day had started like any another, I had gotten up ridiculously early to finish the homework I had fallen asleep on last night, followed by singing in the shower and my usual routine of curling my hair and applying a thin layer of makeup. My morning schedule was pretty much the same every single day and there were very few instances that it would change, those instances being my birthday or during the holidays when there was no need to look presentable for whatever reason. So as per usual, I trudged down stairs, still in my pyjamas, and shuffled into the kitchen, giving both parents a peck on the cheek and pouring myself a glass of OJ. “So peeps, what the plan for the night? You lovebirds going out for a nice dinner?” I asked, bringing the cup to my lips, peering over the edge at my amused parents. “Actually we were just going to stay in this time. Spend the night with our favourite daughter,” my mum grinned, squeezing my cheeks affectionately. I swatted her hands away, pushing her back towards the stove where she was no doubt making heart shaped pancakes for me. “I’d like to remind you that I’m your only child, and you really don’t need to worry about me. Dominos always has cheaper pizza’s on Valentines Day and Netflix is bound to be playing some sort of rom-com that’ll keep me satisfied,” I smiled, thinking over my romantic plans for one. “That’s really depressing,” my dad joked, glancing up from the paper he was currently reading. “That is what single people do dad,” I rolled my eyes, taking my pancake filled plate from my mum and waltzing over to the dining table, stopping short. “Which one of you is trying to make me feel better?” “What are you talking about dear?” my mum asked, raising her brows. “There’s a rose on the table,” I placed my plate down, picking the beautiful flower up delicately, turning to face my confused parents. “Neither of us did it. That was there when I came down,” my dad shrugged his shoulders, joining me at the table with his own plate of fluffy goodness. “Oh my, maybe you have a secret admirer!” mum squealed, clapping her hands excitedly like a love sick seal. “How the bloody hell did it get in here?” I raised my brow, suddenly scared for my safety. “It’s probably one of your friends. They know how lonely you get and probably just want to cheer you up,” my dad reasoned, always the smart one of the family. “You’re probably right,” I nodded, placing the rose down next to me, going through a list in my head of who could have got it here without me noticing. “Y’all are such party-poopers,” my mum frowned. She’s always had this idea in my head that one day I’ll be swept up off my feet by the ‘man of my dreams’ and be whisked away to his mansion and live happily ever after. She watches too many Disney movies, as you can probably tell. “Of course we are darling,” my dad simply agreed, not wanting to make my mum upset anymore. God, sometimes their love is too sickening. We sat in silence for the next few moments, the only sound being the radio that was softly playing some sort of love song in the background and the clinking of cutlery on our plates. “Well that was filling, I’m gonna get the ready now,” I smiled, placing my dishes in the sink before rushing upstairs and away my from mums disapproving gaze. I bolted straight in my wardrobe, running around like a goose with its head chopped off, trying to find the perfect outfit. Something that says ‘I’m single and I don’t care’. I finally settled on a deep red crop top with acid wash high waisted shorts, my favourite white hightop converse and a cream cardigan. Once I was dressed and looking presentable, I slung my bag over my shoulder, filled with the essentials (phone, earphones, wallet, books, makeup, food) and skipped out of my room, eager to start the day. Before walking out the door, I made the split decision to grab the rose and take it to school with me, eager to find out which one of my lovey dovey friends have given it to me. “Have a nice day dear,” my mum called from her bedroom, me yelling a “you too” back at her before closing the front door. Seeing as both my parents worked incredible jobs, we could afford to have plenty of nice things. I hated taking advantage of that fact, but when it came to my car, I wouldn’t trade it in for anything. I had started of just driving either one of my parents’ car (with them in it of course), but for my 17th birthday, they had decided that because I was relatively a safe driver, they would get me my own car, and boy did they deliver. They had gotten me a brand new Audi TT Coupé in a gorgeous black with leather interior. This car was my pride and joy and pretty much no one was allowed to drive it, apart from myself (and occasionally my parents). I marvelled at my baby for a few moments before deciding that I didn’t want to be any later to school that necessary, so I made my way to my car, opening my door and preparing to get it, stopping short not a second later. On my drivers seat was yet another red rose, this time with a note attached. I picked it up and slid into my car, opting to read the note in private rather than alert my mum that there was another rose. Scribbled on the small card was ‘take us to school to find the rest’, obviously meaning both of the flowers I had found this morning. I was beginning to wonder who this person was and how they had access to my house AND my car. Shaking off my worry, I placed both roses delicately into my bag before beginning the short yet tedious journey to William Mckinley High. After 10 minutes of loud singing to Beyoncé and several strange looks from parents going to work, I finally arrived at school. I opened the door, checking to make sure I had everything (seriously though, you won’t believe how many times I’ve left like a note or my laptop or my keys or something in the car. It’s honestly ridiculous) before getting out and locking my baby. “Are you sure you don’t wanna give it a smooch?” a teasing voice sounded behind me, making me roll my eyes. “Haha very funny. You should become a comedian,” I teased, lightly shoving Blaine. He simply grinned, linking arms with me and tugging me into school, babbling on about all the romantic plans he had set up for him and Kurt this evening, asking for my input every now and then. “So what about you? What are you plans Ms Single?” he asked, opening his locker and rifling through the mess, searching for god knows what. “Cheap pizza and Netflix,” I answered, laughing at the disapproving glare I received. “It’s not my fault I’m too fabulous for all these guys!” I flicked my hair mockingly, earning a playful shove in return. “You live a depressing life,” a new voice piped up, making me turn around in shock. “Bloody hell, what is with you people and sneaking up on me,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Awww you look so cute like that,” Kurt cooed, placing a kiss on my cheek. I rolled my eyes, linking arms with both of my best friends and pulling them to the office, needing to pick up some new textbooks. “Hi Dorothy, I’m here to get some books,” I smiled sweetly at the older lady sitting behind the desk, mentally cooing at how adorable she was. “Oh yes, there right here. This came in for you as well. I had no idea who it’s from.” she handed me my books and yet another rose, no note like the first. “Thanks,” I yelled, already halfway out the door with the two boyfriends running after me to get an explanation. “Oh my god do you have a secret admirer!” “Who do I need to kill!” “Ok first off it’s not a secret admirer Kurt, I actually thought it was one of you guys, and secondly Blaine, you can’t even kill a spider let alone a human,” I scoffed, placing the third rose safely inside my bag and leaning against my locker, books still in my arms. “Three roses? Wow, someone really likes you,” Kurt gasped, leaning against Blaine for support. “It’s probably just one of the glee kids playing a prank,” I shrugged, twisting the lock to open my locker door. “No one would buy three extremely expensive roses just as a joke,” Blaine pointed out, beginning to fangirl much like his boyfriend. I sighed, opening my door and finding yet another flower tucked inside with a note on my door. Kurt managed to rip it off before I had the chance to grab it, eyes scanning the paper. “OH MY GOD! I can’t! This is too cute!” he squealed, jumping up and down, effectively grabbing the attention of the entire hallway. “What does it say?” I asked, taking the note from his hands and reading it for myself. ‘4 roses. 4 letters.’ “Oh wow,” I whistled, knowing exactly what the note had meant. “We need to start creating a list of who the possible admirers could be. I need to set my honeybun up with somebody,” Kurt continued to babble about the roses, saying something along the lines of ‘its so cute’ and ‘I wonder who it is’ among the gibberish. I simply placed the note and the rose in my bag with the others, picking out the books I needed and walked to class, following the happy couple close behind, lost in my own thoughts.
PC and first class went by quickly with no other random flowers, making me curious as to when the next one would pop up, if there even was another. I was walking to class with Brittany, listening to her go on about how she didn’t need a man and how she made herself happy and all that crap, but I wasn’t really paying attention. We walked into the science rooms, giggling about some failed romantic declaration we had just passed in the hallway, only to stop short. On my chair was a large brown bear, holding a rose in-between its paws. “That’s cute,” Brittany stated, taking the seat next to mine and stroking the bear, murmuring about how soft it was. I blushed, quickly putting the rose in my bag and tucking the bear under my table for the time being, receiving plenty of weird looks. “Who’s it from?” “I have no idea. I’ve been getting roses all day, first at my house and now here. It’s really strange,” I muttered, spotting the card tucked neatly into the bears bow around its neck. I pulled it out, glancing at it subtly, not wanting the teacher to know that I wasn’t paying attention. On it was 5 simply letters, ‘I L Y V M’ and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it stood for. “Miss Y/L/N, is there something you would like to add to the conversation?” my teacher asked, making my snap my head up, shaking it furiously. “No Sir, sorry,” I flushed, tucking the note inside my pocket and away from the sight of any prying eyes. “Pay attention to the less. I would hate to see you in detention,” he glared, turning back around to face the board. I sat in silence for the rest of the lesson, scribbling down note but still thinking about the flowers, going through a mental list of who could be giving them to me. The bell broke my from my thoughts, making me pack up my things and head to my next class, wanting to get there as soon as possible so I could catch Kurt up. I sat down at the back, placing my things on my desk and the bear behind me and waiting for the fashionista to walk in the room, always late. He finally rushed in, taking his seat and looking at me expectantly. “There’s a giant bear behind you,” he pointed out, looking at it with heart eyes. “I know, it was on my seat in science along with another rose and note,” I huffed, avoiding looking at the rest of my curious classmates. “Seriously, this is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” he gushed, making me roll my eyes. “I have no idea who the hell is doing this, but it’s getting really strange,” I whispered, beginning to quieten down since the teacher had arrived. She began her boring lesson on how Shakespeare was one of the most prominent persons in our history, effectively making the entire class fall asleep. I had just begun to doze off before there was a knock on the classroom door, making everyone immediately glance that way. In walked a freshmen, holding something behind his back. “Umm is there a,” he looked at his hand “Y/N Y/L/N in here?” he asked, glancing around nervously. Everyone turned around and looked at me, giving away my location. The boy shuffled forward, handing me the rose and a note before leaving class. Everyone began whispering excitedly, staring at the rose in my hand. “What’s the note say?” someone asked, making me blink. I glanced down, scanning over it quickly before turning a bright red. “Leave Y/N alone everyone,” the teacher came to my aid, making everyone groan and turn around, the only person looking at me being Kurt. I simply handed him the note, placing the 6th rose in my bag. ‘I want to be yours.’ “Whoever this person is, I don’t think they’re playing a joke,” he muttered, sliding it back onto my desk. I nodded, placing it in my folder and continuing on with my work, noticing all the strange looks my classmates were giving me. I attempted to ignore them for the rest of class and tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was quite hard when everyone was whispering about what had just happened. I knew that in a few short minutes, this would be circling around the school and become the latest gossip. The bell rang, signalling the end of English and the start of something much worse… Lunch. I reluctantly packed up my things, trying to delay being in the watchful eye of all the other students as much as I could. “Come on, stop procrastinating. You need to get out there and face the world,” Kurt grinned, handing me the bear and taking my free hand, pulling me out of the classroom and down towards our lockers. Every step we took, I could feel the strange looks I was receiving, some people even making outright comments.
“Why has she got that bear?” “Did you hear what happened in English?” “Who would ever like her?”
I tried to block all of the haters, opting to listen to Kurt’s never ending babble, letting him drag me to my locker. He continued to talk whilst I opened up my locker, stopping when he saw the next rose in there. “I swear to god, how is this person getting into my locker!” I huffed, quickly depositing it in my bag before changing my books around, hoping that nobody saw the 7th flower for the day. “Maybe it’s someone that’s like really close to you and you just haven’t realised,” Kurt hummed, thinking about the possible candidates. “Well whoever it is has a lot to answer for,” I sighed, picking up the bear and walking towards the cafeteria, getting in line with Kurt right behind me. We spoke quietly for the next few moments, voicing our suggestions on who we thought the mystery culprit was before I was finally served. “Can I just get a caesar salad and a water please?” I handed the lunch lady my money, not really paying all that much attention. She got my food for me and handed me my tray, smiling suspiciously. “Oh my god,” Kurt mumbled, making me look at him in confusion. He pointed at the food tray, making me glance down and gasp. There, lying on the tray, was the 8th rose, again with a note. I thanked the lady, rushing off to our usual table, struggling with the combined weight of the teddy, my food and my bag. “So how many is that?” Blaine asked when he saw me, noticing the flower resting on the tray. “It’s the fucking 8th rose. Who the bloody hell is doing this?” I almost screamed, frustration evident in my voice. “I dunno, but whoever it is, obviously likes you enough to spend that much money,” he mused, smiling at the thought. I rolled my eyes, knowing it was pointless to talk to my best friends about this, seeing as they were both love sick fools. “What on earth are you doing with a bear?” a new voice piped up, making me flush. “Y/N has a secret admirer,” another voiced added one, making me groan in embarrassment. “Is that a rose?” someone else asked. “She’s got another 7 in her bag,” Kurt answered, taking his seat next to his smiling boyfriend. “This is ridiculous. If its one of you idiots fess up now,” I huffed, glaring at all my friends sat around me. Brittany was busy playing with the bear, Klaine were holding their hands up in defence, Santana was raising her perfectly plucked brows and Rachel just looked annoyed. “It’s not any of us,” Santana finally spoke, picking up the note attached to the last rose. She scanned it for a moment, chuckling slightly. “Whoever it is really likes you.” She handed it back to me, opting to eat her food rather than contribute to the conversation. I read over the note, smiling slightly. ‘You were 8 when you moved here, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better.’ I put the note in my bag with the others, jointing the conversation at hand and avoiding Kurt’s inquisitive gaze. He can be such a nosy little shit when he wants to be, and I know he wants to find out who this person is even more than I do. But alas, lunch ended and so did my time with my best friends. I threw away the remainder of my food, allowing Brittany to carry my bear to our next class, which happened to be gym. Nothing could possibly go wrong in gym, or so I hoped. We deposited our belongings in the locker room and had gotten change fairly quickly, now sitting on the benches outside. “So what’s it like having a secret admirer?” she asked, beginning to braid my hair. “It’s strange. I mean, it could literally be anyone at this school. It could be Ben for all we know,” I screwed my face up, trying to get that image out of my head. “I think it’s sweet. I would give anything for someone to do that for me…” she sighed, hands faltering in my hair. “I’ll do it for your birthday if you want me to,” I smiled, making her immediately brighten up. She happily chatted for the rest of class, continuously braiding and unbraiding my hair, seemingly content with what she was doing. I let her talk, tuning in and out of the conversation and adding a comment when it was needed. It was only when coach blew her whistle that we stopped. Brit helped me up from the floor, linking her arm with mine and leading me back to the change rooms, talking adamantly. “Y/N?” a timid voice spoke, making me stop walking and look towards the gym doors. Everyone else stopped as well, wanting to see what a freshman would want with a senior like me. “Um, yes?” I asked, slowly walking towards her. She rushed forward, handing me a rose before running out of the building, not wanting to be there any longer than she needed to be. I sighed, stomping off to the gym rooms and tucking it into my bag, slightly annoyed that it happened in front of everyone again but still quite happy considering someone was putting a lot of effort into the gesture. I quickly got dressed, running out of the change rooms with my book bag smacking against my leg and the bear tucked under my arm, trying to get away from the, once again, strange looks I was receiving. I stood in front of Blaine’s class, anxiously tapping my foot. He finally emerged, laughing at something some student had said before I roughly pulled him away, running towards the glee rooms in hope of some privacy. “Woah what the hell?” he squeaked, narrowly missing bashing into a sophomore. “9. There’s been 9 mother fucking rose and I still don’t know who it is!” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Ok, ok calm down. I know how annoying this must be. But just think, at the end of the day this person will probably appear and sweep you away on a romantic date and that’ll be the end of the mystery,” he soothed, pulling me in for hug. I huffed, groaning into his shoulder in annoyance. “Come on let’s get to practice. You know Mr Schue will kill us if were late again.” And with that we were off, fast walking to the music room. We burst into the room, giggling like teenager girls until we noticed the silence. “Uh, sorry we’re late?” I tried, hoping that someone would speak. Kurt looked at me nervously, glancing down at the seat of my chair next to him. “I swear to Jesus, if that’s another rose I’ll kill someone.” Everyone immediately shuffled away, revealing that there was indeed a single red rose sat on my chair, this one with a note. I breathed deeply, walking over to it and picking it up, sitting down in the spot it was previously in. “This is insanity,” Rachel finally spoke, breaking the awkward tension in the room. “You’re telling me,” I mumbled, reading over the note. ‘You must be going crazy right about now.’ “Does anyone know who it is?” Mercedes piped up, eyes flickering between my face and the flower in my lap. I shrugged, not having any idea as to who it could be. “Alright, enough of this flower talk,” Mr Schue cut in, making everyone turn to the front. The time went by fast and soon enough it was time for the last period of the day; soccer practice. A lot of people just did normal academic class but for those wanting to possibly get a sport scholarship, we were allowed to do a sport during last period, and I had chosen soccer, seeing as it was a long time hobby of mine. I knew that nothing could go wrong during this lesson, so I set about getting changed into my uniform and started doing laps, opting to spend most of the time running rather than dicking around like everyone else seemed to do.
*~ skip to the end of practice because I’m lazy and this is already long enough ~*
I let out a puff of air, finally getting my breathing under control. I had spent pretty much the entire lesson running around the field, content to listen to my music and jog. I wiped my forehead with a towel, beginning to gather up my things to go and have a shower. It was then that I saw it. The 11th rose, tucked safely into my sports bag, no note this time. I rolled my eyes, rushing to put it with the rest of the flowers before stripping off and showering, softly singing to pass the time. Once I was free of sweat, I turned the shower off, drying myself off and changing back into my regular clothes, shoving the sweaty ones into my locker. I’ll come back tomorrow and take them home to wash but for now, I had way too many things to worry about. I gathered up my bag full of roses and the teddy bear and headed out, eager to get home and sleep. I waited outside Klaine’s class until the bell went, lightly tapping my foot against the wall to pass time. The ear piercing bell finally sounded, signalling the end of the school day and the end of my misery. I avoided the rush of the students, waiting patiently for my favourite couple to emerge from their class. When they finally did, they were smiling brightly, linking arms with me and happily skipping towards the front doors. “What’s got you two in a good mood?” I asked, immediately regretting asking. “Well schools over and now we get to properly celebrate,” Blaine sighed, making heart eyes at his equally excited boyfriend. I screwed my face up, knowing exactly what they meant by ‘celebrate’. “TMI,” I muttered, hearing them both laugh in response. They pushed open the doors, following the crowd of students that were just as excited to leave. It was then that I saw him, smiling cutely at top of the steps, coffee in one hand and the final rose in his other, holding it out for me to take.
“Bloody hell I totally knew it was him!” “You owe me 20 bucks!” “Why didn’t we think of him?”
I barely heard my friends commenting things behind me, already halfway towards the grinning boy. “Hey,” he whispered, handing me the flower, chuckling slightly at the bear tucked underneath my arm. “After all this, all you have to say is hey?” I raised my brow, looking up at the smug looking boy. He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I see you got my gifts,” he gestured to the bear, making me scoff slightly. “You were driving me mad. I couldn’t figure out who it was,” I shook my head, looking down at my converse clad feet. “Are you happy it was me?” he asked nervously, biting his lower lip. I stared at him for a moment, my lips beginning to turn up into a smile. “I couldn’t think of a better person,” I finally said, throwing my arms around his middle, not being tall enough to reach anywhere else. He let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around me and holding me for a moment, warmth making me smile even wider. “Thank you Sebastian. You’ve truly made this the best day ever.”
The Slow Hand of Time: Harrison Wells is hungry for something more than just another Big Belly
Burger. He finds Barry alone in the lab and asks him to join him for a
The Slow Burn of Anger: Harrison Wells is having a very bad day, and takes his anger out on
Caitlin, Cisco and Barry. But Barry – being Barry – isn’t the type to
give up on a friend. Until he has no choice.
The Slow Dance of Madness: After Barry’s encounter with Bivolo, he finds he can’t escape the rage.
So he goes to see the one person who understands the corrosive effects
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All It Took Was A Simple Question - A Grant Gustin One Shot
Can’t even explain how much I adore Grant :) He’s literally the cutest human being on the plant and if there wasn’t a significant age gap between us, I would totally tap that. Just saying.
It had been an uneventful day so far but that was about to change. I was on my way to the Kids Choice Awards and boy was I excited. I very rarely had any time to go to these shows, seeing as how I worked on various different TV Shows, had several animals to care for and my younger sister was currently staying with me. That on top of all of the dating rumours that were currently floating around about me and some random celebrity, you could say that I didn’t want to be in the public eye. But alas, I was up for an award so I had to show my face and I hadn’t seen my friends in so long so it would be great to reunite with them whilst we were all off work. I was all decked out for the event, wearing a nude strapless bustier with a high waist chiffon shirt and a white blazer with black detailing. My hair had been straightened to perfection and my makeup done simple yet sexy, seeing as my makeup artist was determined to find me a man tonight, not that it would happen. I had my sights sent on one particular guy but alas, it would never work, seeing as how both of our schedules were absolutely crazy as well as the simple factor that he could have anyone else, so why would he ever choose me.
“Alright, now don’t fiddle with your hair, I know you do that where you’re nervous. If your shoes start to hurt, power through it. Beauty is pain. Now go show em what your made of,” my hairstylist Charlie said, giving me a playful slap on the butt. I rolled my eyes at the over enthused male before sliding out of the car, letting him adjust my outfit so it look good. Once he gave me a nod of approval I set off in hopes of getting the interviews out of the way so I could see my old work buddies. “OH MY GOD ITS Y/N!” “SHES SO HOT!” “I’D DO HER!” “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Ear splitting screams attacked me from every direction, making me wince slightly, not at all used to the over excited fans. My manager led me over to the fans, telling me I had 10 minutes to take photos before I would have to go do some interviews. I simple waved her off, approaching the first crying fan and striking up a conversation. This was always my favourite part of what I do; meeting the people who enjoyed my work and who came from all around the world just to meet me. It was incredible to think that all of these people loved a small town Sydney girl who was just pursuing her dream. “Oh my god I can’t even explain how much I love you this is insane! I never thought I would actually meet you!” the first girl cried, gripping her phone tightly in her hand. I cooed at her cuteness, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a tight hug. We spoke for a few minutes, taking several selfies on her phone before I moved down the line. “Y/N who are you most excited to see tonight!” a yell caught my attention, making me look up from where I was signing someones phone case into the crowd to see a group of girls looking at me expectantly. “Oh umm I don’t know actually. I really just came to see you guys and talk to some old friends to be honest,” I shrugged, handing the phone back to the crying fan. “Is that code for ‘I want to see Grant again?’” another girl piped up, causing the fans to giggle in response. My eyes widened, cheeks heating up at her question. “W-what? No! I just…” I couldn’t even think of a proper answer for that. “We all know that they’re going to get together one of these days and have adorkable (that is now an official word!) babies and live happily ever after,” someone chimed in, causing everyone to erupt into excited squeals. “Since you guys seemed to have my life all sorted out, who wants to be the wedding planner?” I teased, taking another photo with another fan. “I totally call dibs on being flower girl!” someone yelled, resulting in everyone screaming out what part they wanted in my ‘future wedding’. “Who’s getting married?” a husky voice whispered in my ear, making me jump in shock and squeal slightly at the intrusion. “OH MY GOD OTP!” the ‘flower girl’ shrieked, taking a million photos of myself and whoever was behind me. I tilted my head to the side, seeing Grant behind me, smiling down at me. I rolled my eyes, turning around in his arms that were conveniently placed around my waist and wrapping mine around his neck, squeezing him tightly. “Hey you,” I murmured, melting into his embrace. “Hi,” he sighed, tightening his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground slightly, making all of the fans coo. “Grant when are you gonna propose to Y/N?” someone asked, making me pull away from his hold, squeaking in protest. “I think I have to take her on a date first guys,” he laughed, manoeuvring my frozen body so he was standing behind me, head resting on my shoulder. “Today can be our first date,” I joked, patting his cheek affectionately. He nuzzled his face into my shoulder, planting 'secretive’ kisses along my exposed neck, making me hum in delight. “Alright, come on lovebirds. Time’s up!” my manager, shouted, gripping my hand tightly and pulling me away from the warm embrace, making me pout. Grant latched into my other hand, allowing my manager to pull us both along like we were misbehaving children. “I don’t even know why we try to keep you both separated,” Grant’s manager shook her head, fixing our outfits once we had stopped. “It’s like a gravitational pull…” he sighed, lightly bumping hips with me. “Yeh, you can’t keep me away from my bae,” I giggled, gazing up at him dreamily. He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek, nuzzling my nose with his. “God that was so cute, it made me want to puke,” my manager gagged, turning away from our affection. I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm around Grant’s waist and leaning on him, having complete faith in him not walking away and leaving me sprawled on the ground. “So when are you guys getting together then?” a new voice piped up, making my eyes snap open, seeing Candice standing in front of us, hands on her hips and smirking. “I better be invited to the wedding,” Danielle added in, turning around from where she was waving at the overly excited fans. “Why is everyone trying to plan our wedding! We aren’t even dating yet!” I threw my hands up in the air in disbelief. “Yet?” Grant’s brows raised, looking down at my blushing form. “Oh my god she said yet!” Candice squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. “Wait no! That’s no what I meant!” I squeaked, covering my blushing cheeks. Grant spun me in his hold so I was facing him, dropping his head so he was looking up at me through the cracks in my hands. I groaned, smiling slightly at the sight but still embarrassed as hell. He grinned cutely, prying my hands away from my face and holding them in his own, standing back up at his full height. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead on mine, nose bumping slightly against mine. My lips twitched in amusement, nuzzling against it cutely, eyes fluttering closed. “God if you don’t hurry up and kiss her, I will,” Danielle groaned, making us both burst out into giggles. “You can give me a smooch any time Dani,” I winked, blowing her an air kiss. She raised her brows seductively, playing along with my game. “Hold on, have you two kissed before?” Grant asked, head shooting back and forth between us. Neither of us said a word, opting to simply giggle and shrug, patting his shoulder. “Dom’t be jealous,” I grinned, pecking his lips lightly. He stared at me incredulously, shocked that I would do that so casually. After a moment of simply staring at me, the biggest and cutest smile broke out onto his face, arms hoisting me up into the air, spinning me around like we were in a Nicholas Sparks movie. “God you’re so cute I can’t!” he squealed, yes squealed, hugging me close to his chest whilst still holding me, legs wrapped around his waist for my own safety. “Ok sweetie we can talk about how cute I am later, just put me down,” I chuckled nervously, not liking being in his hold when he could potentially drop me. “I would never drop you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he kept on smiling, tightening his hold on me. It was then that I realised that a) His hands were currently resting on my poorly covered butt, probably showing off my less than appropriate underwear to the entirely of the world and b) Everyone was currently either watching us or filming us. “Seriously… Honey…. Put me down,” my eyes were the size of golfballs once I had realised everyones eyes were on us, hands self consciously coming down to rest on his, sighing in relief when I realised that he was actually covering my butt. “No one can see your butt… Don’t worry… That’s only for me,” he winked cheekily, grunting when I slapped his chest. He placed me back down on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain, groaning about how hard I had hit him and ‘only a kiss could make the pain go away’. I simply rolled my eyes, pressing my lips against his for a few short seconds, pulling away when he tried to deepen it. “Bad boys don’t get kiss,” I shock my finger mockingly, turning around to properly greet the girls that were staring at us, phones out recording. “So Grant, how does it feel to have finally kissed your long time lover,” Candice giggled, phone focusing on the smug looking boy. He shrugged his shoulders, nodding cockily and mumbling something along the lines of “she can’t resist me”, playing it cool for the camera, when we all knew inside he was fangirling and squealing like a 12 year old girl that just got her first valentine. “Yeh sure Mr Arrogant,” I stuck my tongue out, yelping when he grabbed me suddenly, placing kisses all over my face. “Ok ok stop god!” “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he smiled, eyes raking down my body. “Keep it in your pants Grant!” Danielle screamed, making the actor blush a bright shade of red, tucking his head into my neck, wailing about how mean his friends were being. Yep, these were my co workers, weird as hell. But I wouldn’t change a thing.
This is the cocky face I imagine he pulls at the end when Candice is recording him:
So I had come to the conclusion that I am obsessed with Grant… At least I’m not obsessed with drugs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Grant had woken me up quite early by mistake by rolling out of bed and accidentally landing on the floor, grunting in pain. “Are you ok?” I mumbled, not even bothering to open my eyes, preferring to grab his pillow and cuddle it, moving over to his side of the bed. “Yeh, sorry I woke you,” he answered and I could pretty much feel the frown that was on his face. I waved him off, finally opening my eyes, not wanting to miss the show that was about to happen. Every morning he would get up, either to go to an interview or to film or what not and strip in the middle of the room, knowing that I didn’t mind his nakedness. I had decided that since we weren’t able to have any ‘sexy time’ as he puts it, I would settle for watching him get ready of a morning without him actually realising that I was fully awake. I lay there for the next 20 minutes, watching him wander around the room, picking an outfit and fixing his hair as he hummed a random song in that gorgeous voice of his. “It’s a little creepy that your staring at me,” he chimed from the wardrobe, making me jump from my daydream, giggling like an idiot. “It’s not staring, it’s gazing and it’s technically your fault because you’re the one that walks around butt naked every morning,” I stuck my tongue out, shifting so I was leaning against the headboard, hands placed delicately over my rounded stomach. “You’re the one that has refused me from touching you in any way possible so its actually your fault,” he shot back, sticking his head out the doorway, a sassy look on his face. I rolled my eyes, chucking a pillow at him childishly. “Yeh sure blame it on the one carrying your child. Now come help me out of bed,” I stuck my hands in the air, waiting for him to hoist me out of bed, another part of our daily morning ritual. He quickly hurried over, grasping my awaiting hands and pulling me out of bed, giving me a funny look. “Why do you always feel the need to wear my shirts,” he whined, pulling at the oversized t-shirt I was wearing. “Because it’s comfortable and smells like you,” I grinned, patting his cheek affectionately and stepping away from the bed, waddling around the room. “You’re like a penguin! It’s so cute!” he giggled, sitting on the bed and watching me struggle to pull a pair of jeans on. I shot him a glare, finally managing to get the button done up, riffling through the cupboard trying to find a shirt. “Can you go make me a tea please?” I yelled from inside the chaos that is our closet, busy tying to find the perfect outfit for the day. I heard a sound of agreement, leaving me to my decision making. I settled on a grey and black stripped t-shirt, a light brown wooly cardigan over the top and my favourite pair of brown knee high boots. Don’t judge me, its cold and I want to be comfortable. I threw my hair up in a messy bun, opting to my makeup after breakfast. I waddled out of the room, struggling down the stairs considering I couldn’t even see my feet properly. “Makes me laugh every time,” Grant shook his head, waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, still completely shirtless and jeans unbuttoned. “You might want to go get dressed considering it’s you that’s having the interview, not me,” I poked his chest, walking around him to the dining room where I could smell the overwhelming scent of bacon. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this!” he called from the top of the stairs, making me chuckle. God he’s a cocky son of a bitch… But at least he can cook. I plopped down at the table, tucking my legs under my butt and picking up a piece of bacon, happily chopping away whilst scrolling through tumblr on my laptop. “Really…? I swear you’re addicted to that site…” Grant sighed, startling me from my happy bliss. I rolled my eyes, continuing to reblog random photos and quotes, occasionally sipping from my tea. “What time is your interview?” I asked, looking over the rim of my cup. Grant simply shrugged, mumbling something about waiting till his manager called him to leave. As if she knew we had been speaking about her, his phone started to ring, blaring the super annoying yet super fitting 'Boss Ass Bitch’ that she decided to set herself. “Ok chickens, your interview is in an hour, I need you to get down to the building soon and start to set up and then you’re free for the rest of the day,” her chirpy voice rang out through the speaker, making me wince at her cheerfulness. It was way too early to be THAT happy. Grant made a noise of acceptance, hanging up on her before she could go off at him again, which is usually what happened whenever he had an interview. “Do you want me to do your hair?” I asked, turning all of my attention to my half asleep boyfriend, seeing as how my plate of food was gone and tumblr had started to bore me. He nodded, scooting out his chair so I could stand in-between his legs, watching as I shuffled around the room, collecting various products from my bag. I stood in front of him, gently running my hands through the brunette locks, massaging his head. “If only you did this every day,” he hummed, leaning down so he was resting his head on my protruding belly, continuing to let me massage him. “Yes well I’m sure we would be in even more trouble if we did, so make sure you remember this moment because it probably won’t happen again,” I teased, picking up the can of hairspray and begun styling his hair, pushing it up into his signature quiff. I worked in silence for the next few moments, fluffing up his hair and fixing his outfit whilst he just simply stared at me, his eyes beginning to gloss over. “I love you…So much,” he whispered, looking up at me from his seated position. I placed my things on the table, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips. “As do I,” I muttered, resting my forehead against his.
Due to the particle accelerator explosion, there are multiple threats made against Harrison’s life on a weekly basis. After the incident with Hartley, Barry learns about this and starts accompanying Harrison whenever he can: to lectures, dinners, the cinema…
And because Barry looks nothing like a bodyguard, and because of the way the two of them are always so close, talking and joking, the Central City Picture News publishes a gossip column all about the city’s mad scientist pariah and his hot young boyfriend.
“Thank you darling,” I grinned cheekily, smacking a loud exaggerated kiss on his cheek. He rolled his eyes, turning me around in his hold, resting his forehead against mine. “How’s mini me doing?” he whispered, playing with the bottom of my shirt. “The baby’s fine,” I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lower lip, melting into his warm embrace.
“I can’t believe there’s a little person growing in there,” he sighed, staring at my belly incredulously. I rolled my eyes at his childlike behaviour, cupping his face in my hands. “You better believe it because if it’s anything like you, I will probably die,” I internally shuddered, not wanting to think about the baby speedster that was bound to pop out eventually. “In my opinion, a mini Barry would be the worst thing,” Caitlin piped up, glancing at us with an amused expression on her face. “No one asked for your opinion,” Barry sassed, sticking his tongue out at the scientist. “Yup, definitely a bad idea,” Felicity giggled, making Barry whine childishly. “You guys are so mean to me,” he pouted. “Stop being a baby,” I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the pouting speedster and waddling over to my handbag, riffling through it for a moment. “I have something to show you.” “Is it appropriate to be showing everyone else in this room because last time you said that, I was scarred for life?” Oliver asked, shivering at the suppressed thought. “It’s very appropriate and I don’t know how many times I have to apologise for that,” I rolled my eyes, patting his cheek. “Maybe once we get the image of your sex life out of our heads,” he pulled a face, narrowly dodging my weak punch. I waddled back over to Barry, handing him a small envelope. “What’s this?” he asked, raising his brows in confusion. “Just open it,” I grinned, waiting for his reaction. He peeled the flap off, pulling out two small photographs. He glanced at me confused, looking back down at them before realisation crossed his face. “Oh my god!” he gasped, a shit eating grin beginning to form as he looked between myself and the small photos.
“What is it?” Felicity asked, attempting to look over my shoulder. “It’s my recent ultrasound,” I smiled, holding one of Barry’s trembling hands in my own. The two girls squealed, racing to stand beside Barry, cooing over the small photos. “It’s… Their… Twins!” he cried, wrapping his arms around me and sobbing into my shoulder. “I know; a boy and a girl,” I giggled, a few tears escaping my eyes. “OH A BABY Y/N AND A BABY BARRY!” Felicity squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. “Don’t jinx it! I want them both to look like her,” Barry shushed her, rethinking his statement before he joined in on the excited shrieks. “God, if I ever do that, please don’t hesitate to punch me,” Oliver shook his head, giving me a tight squeeze. “Don’t worry, when you and Felicity have adorable blonde babies, you’re going to be much worse,” I winked, walking away from the blushing billionaire.
4 months later
“Seriously Y/N, you need to stop moving around. The doctor put you on bed rest so that means no moving,” Barry frowned, steering me away from the kitchen and back onto the couch. “But I wanna help! I feel so useless just sitting here,” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest childishly. “You’re cooking those buns babe,” Iris winked, suddenly appearing in front of me holding a cup of tea. “Ha ha very funny. You’ll know how I feel in a few short years,” I huffed, scooting back so I was more comfortable, grunting softly at the slight pain in my lower abdomen. “Oh I’ve already decided that I’m adopting. I’ve seen how moody you get and I don’t wanna end up like that,” she chuckled, shrieking when the pillow that I threw collided with her face. “Rude,” I simply said, taking a small sip before putting the cup on the table, listening to the chatter in the room. Barry had insisted that the guys from Starling City come up seeing as I was only days away from the due date and he wanted everyone to be here. So here we all were, spread out in the cosy living room of the West household, waiting for the buns to come out of the oven. “How are you holding up chicken?” Felicity asked, plopping down next to me and rubbing my belly softly, cooing quietly. I rolled my eyes, opening my mouth to answer by being silenced by a sharp pain. “Holy mother of shit!” I squealed, doubling over and clutching my stomach, softly whimpering at the pain. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! BARRY!” Felicity panicked, shifting to the floor so I could lie down properly. “What! Don’t tell me their coming now!” he freaked out, crouching next to me. “Barry it hurts,” I sobbed, reaching for his hand and gripping it tightly, whimpering at the next contraction that hit. “Get her into the spare bedroom now,” Diggle appeared, helping me up into a sitting position, much to my annoyance. “What? Why?” Barry asked, pulling my hands so I was standing up, letting me lean a majority of my weight on him. “We don’t have time to get her to the hospital and if you run her there, it could cause serious damage to the babies. Caitlin and I can deliver the babies,” he answered, wrapping an arm around my waist and with Barry’s help, guiding me up the stairs and into the guest room. I collapsed on the bed, immediately reaching for Barry again to sooth me. “It’s ok baby, you’re gonna be ok,” he cooed, kneeling next to me on the bed, brushing my hair away from my face and kissing my forehead. “I’m gonna kill you for this,” I whimpered, hearing him chuckle in response. “Love you too.” “Alright Y/N, I need you to just relax for me and take deep breathes,” Caitlin came into the room, obnoxiously snapping a pair of rubber gloves. She pulled my convenient summer dress up and my underwear down. “Oh my god, this is embarrassing,” I blushed, hiding my face in Barry’s shoulder. “We both have the same parts,” she rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breathe. “Ok you’re about 7cm, we just have to wait a few more minutes and then you’ll be ready.” “Barry I’m scared,” I sniffled, looking up at my smiling boyfriend with teary eyes. “Everything will be fine. Pretty soon you’ll be holding our beautiful twins and everything will be over,” he soothed, gently rubbing circles on my swollen stomach. I melted into the touch, finding some relief in the soothing gesture. That was, until I got a particularly painful contraction. “Oh my god Barry Allen, you are going to pay for putting me through this,” I whined, smushing my head as far into the cushion as it would go. “Y/N, I need you to bend your knees sweetie and push when I tell you to,” Caitlin ordered, lifting me up slightly and placing a towel under my bum, earning a groan from me. I did as she told, bending my knees uncomfortably and gripping onto Barry’s hands. “Ok… Push!”
“You did so good babygirl,” Barry smiled, tears threatening to fall. “Why are you crying?” I asked, reaching a hand up tiredly to brush them away. “I’m just so happy. You’re the girl of my dreams and you’ve just given me two children,” he chuckled, resting his forehead against mine. “Alright you lovebirds, are you ready to meet your babies?” Diggle appeared in the room, cradling one of them in his arms. Caitlin appeared behind him, cooing softly at the small newborn. With the help of Barry, I managed to sit up, leaning against the headboard and holding my arms out eagerly. Diggle handed me a little blue bundle, stepping back and letting Caitlin hand Barry our baby girl. “Oh my god Barry, we created them,” I whispered excitedly, awkwardly nudging my boyfriend. “I know, holy shit,” he giggled, looking up at me. “Even in parenthood, they are still the biggest dorks ever,” Diggle shook his head, both of them leaving us. “They’re definitely going to be blondes,” I commented, lightly stroking the dirty blonde tufts on my boys head. “Just like their mummy,” Barry cooed, pecking me on the lips. “Have you given any thought to names?” “I’m thinking for tweedle one,” I gestured to my babygirl. “Daisy Nora Allen. For your mum and because we both love daisies,” I giggled. “You really want to put my mum’s name in there?” he asked, eyes wide in surprise. “Yeh, I never got to meet her but from what you tell me, she was a lovely woman and I want our children to remember her,” I smiled, shifting the sleeping boy in my arms. “What about tweedle two?” “I’m thinking…. Charlie for your brother…” he smiled softly, remembering my now passed brother. “Charlie James Allen.” “I love it,” I grinned, running my thumb up and down Charlie’s cheek, watching him stir quietly in the blanket. He clenched his hands tightly, slowly beginning to open his eyes. “Oh my Jesus Barry, he has your eyes!” “So he does! God our kids are gonna be so freakin gorgeous when they’re older,” he sighed, smiling down at Daisy. “We did good,” I giggled, shifting so we were pressed up against each other, softly cooing at our newborns.
Ok, so it was actually so hard to come up with baby names, cause obviously I’m only 16 and don’t have to actually worry about that. I want to incorporate Nora Allen into this somehow from the beginning, and I do actually really love Daisies. They are one of my favourite flowers, I literally have a massive Daisy shrub growing in my garden. And Charlie is a lovely name, whether its a nickname or an actual name, I’ve always loved it :) Also, I didn’t write the birth scene because as I said, I’m 16. I don’t know what goes on in their and I don’t want to find out till it’s actually happening to me!