i really hope the iris special will be the first one to air

Promptis headcanons

ok first can we talk about how much the boys must love water (Prompto always photographing Noct in front of the water ingame and ofc Noct x fishing)

  • imagine both of them going camping while in highschool and Prompto’s delighted because it’s the first time he really goes out of the city apart from school excursions and this is a huge deal for Noctis too because his father actually agreed to let him go?? On his own?! (PEACEFUL TIMES)
  • So they choose to go camping near a river, so that Noctis can fish and Prompto will take so many pics of the scenery, Noct will get mad at him bc the fishes are going away because of him but really he’s just so happy he’s out there with his bestfriend
  • NATURAL WATERSLIDES
  • Prompto splashing water at a napping Noct. Yes this ends up in a terrible waterfight
  • Prompto staying still in the water and suddenly he feels ?? Small things pecking at his skin ?? And in 30 secs this turns into 20 small fishes eating his dead skin
  • “Noctis do you think they’re gonna eat my freckles too ??”
  • Noctis suddenly being very aware of all the freckles that cover his friend’s body
  • Noctis blushing 
  • “O-of course not”
  • MIDNIGHT BATH and there are fireflies all around them
  • Regretting sleeping under the sky next to the river the following day bc they didnt plan to get THAT MANY bites from mosquitoes (you can bet your ass next time they’ll bring some anti mosquitoes products)
  • For the time being they’ll sleep in the tent
  • hiking up the mountain by following the river stream and Prompto litterally c r y i n g when he sees the view from the top and Noctis just hugging him from behind without saying a word
  • Watching the shooting stars from atop of the mountain while chatting about very personnal stuff
  • Prompto loving being massaged (unlike Noctis -throwback to Galdin Quay-) so at night in the tent Noctis will give Prompto massages after their long day’s walk and if you dont think Prompto moans and Noctis is hella flustered and stops everything then you’re very wrong
  • both boys trying to be subtle when they try to close the gap between their sleeping bags at night
  • ends up with both of them being milimeters apart but not doing the last move
  • You can bet in the morning they’re snuggled together
  • Prompto waking up first but being prisoner of the royal arm around his chest and yes he tries to break free (#nohomo) but he’s just ?? HELD EVEN CLOSER ?
  • And obviously he can’t win bc it turns out all those trainings with Gladio really did good for Noct’s muscles
  • So you have a sleepy Noctis and an overthinking (and hungry, maybe also wanting to pee) Prompto also very bothered by how cute Noctis is with his bed hair
  • the astrals shipping the fuck outta those two rn
  • Eventually Noct wakes up and is face to face to a Prompto who may or may not have been trying to get a taste of Noct’s lips bc anyways Noct was asleep ?? But he woke up just before it happened
  • They can feel each other’s morning breath on their own lips (which, let’s be honest, smell bad) and woooooo INTENSE STARING
  • Noct just kinda presses the hand he already had on Prompto’s back and Prompto can feel his heart beating even faster than it already did bc now Noct’s closing his eyes and oh my oH MY IS HE GONNA ???
  • fall back asleep
  • That Royal asshole
  • can you hear this sound yes it’s Prompto’s heart breaking in two
  • (that’s what you get for trying to take advantage of a sleeping prince, blondie)
  • Prompto finally goes outside the tent and is met by rain and yeah his day couldn’t have started in a worse way
  • But the weather’s still very warm so he takes off his clothes except for his briefs and wristband and stands outside
  • How long he stands there he doesn’t know
  • He suddenly has a lot on his mind and he’s angry at himself because this week end was supposed to be a special time with his bestfriend why did he have to let his feelings in the way
  • But next thing he knows Noct’s there too ??
  • “Couldn’t sleep with the rain. Let’s go”
  • Prompto doesn’t ask questions and just follows him a bit farther into the woods
  • That’s when he notices Noctis is also only in his t-shirt and briefs so he offers a silent prayer to Shiva to thank her for his view on the royal ass
  • And they finally reach a small waterfall with a large pond. It’s very humid and you cant see clearly the other end but Prompto has a feeling there might be more to it. He can hear frogs croaking 
  • Noct just offers him his hand, and although Prompto is intrigued and still a bit sulking, he lets him lead him into the water
  • When they’re midwaist and Prompto still doesn’t know where this is all leading to, Noctis tells him, a slightly bit anxious “ok, on three we go underwater. Keep your eyes open. Three…”
  • “but Noct you know that with my eyes-
  • Doesn’t matter here. Two… ONE !”
  • Noctis drags him underwater by force with his hand. Prompto, taken aback, forces himself to open his eyes, trusting his bestfriend. And then he sees.
  • Everything is light. The fishes are luminescent, shiny frogs are passing by him, and he feels safe in this water, almost at… Home. Noctis points him to rarestones that are emetting their own light. He’s never been more amazed. And flowers are growing from the bottom. Actually, they’re growing everywhere they can. Soon missing air, the boys quickly come back to the surface. Back to the dull and misty pond, assaulted by rain.
  • “Dude what was that ?!!
  • -Ok, you know the legend of that florist who died at the hand of the bringer of destruction?
  • -Yes it’s a classic
  • -So you know her true love left her dead body in a pond. Well now the legend has it that, when it rains, it means people are still mourning her death, and if you come to a pond pure enough with the person you love  then under those circonstances you can enter the realm of wonders her spirit built. Iris showed me the pond”
  • The last part had been said way more quickly than everything else. Prompto slowly processed the information
  • “Oh. I hope you and her will be happy…”
  • Prompto thought he had seen what was underwater only because he was with Noctis. Not because his feelings were reciprocated.
  • Noctis, eyes wide and suddenly very unsure, added “but Iris didn’t see what was underwater ! Only I did. Because I was the one she loved. It works only one way. I didn’t tell her I saw it, though. … But you saw the flowers, right ?”
  • “Yeah… I did !”
  • Noctis looked at him and couldn’t hide his smile any longer. “So did I.”
  • Before he let his tears slip out, Prompto jumped at Noctis’ neck and brought him underwater. There, they exchanged a look that meant more than any word could say about their mutual affection, and it was as if the water brought them closer for a kiss only the flowers witnessed.

…. So yeah, Promptis and water are important to me.

First Choice

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Summary: You join up with Team Arrow after Iris and Barry start dating. You start to rebuild your life but Barry unexpectedly shows up and begs for you to come back. Will you go with him or stay?

Originally posted by kholendx78

Six months.

It’s been six months since you joined up with Team Arrow. At first, Oliver, of course, had fought you saying that you were better off helping Team Flash but he eventually came around. And after Felicity left them for good, you became the pillar of the team. During the six long months, Oliver and you got closer and closer. Although both of you developed feelings for the other within two months of working together neither wanted to admit it fearing rejection. So, much to the team’s dismay, you both danced around each other’s feelings, all the while shamelessly flirting, sending desperate longing glances while the other wasn’t looking and finding any and every way to lingering touches. A couple of weeks after Ollie’s and your behavior change the team had had enough and took matters into their own hands. All of them tried in their own ways to get Oliver and you to spill your feelings for the other. Ollie refused each time and his was simple

Barry Allen.

He was the sole reason you came to work with Oliver in the first place. Though you never revealed all of the details on what happened between you two Oliver knew that you were in love with Barry for as long as you’ve known him and he was head over heels for Iris. And when Barry and Iris started to date it was more than you could handle. When being in the same room as he became a struggle you decided that your excellent engineering skills, kickass fight style, and medical training could be used to help the neighboring Star City’s vigilante team. Oliver was convinced that those feelings were still there and you could never see him as anything other than a friend.

“(Y/N), how about we go and watch that movie that you’ve been talking our ears off about?” Oliver asks as he walks into the Arrowcave. You turned around and cocked your eyebrow at him, confused. Was Oliver Queen, handsome hunk, ex-billionaire, mayor of Star City asking you out on a date? He can’t be asking you out on a date. He still has feelings for Felicity, I mean the guy wanted to marry her. This was why you kept to yourself about the feelings you have for him. “So…?” Oliver’s voice suddenly brought you back to reality.

“You and me? Like a date?” you asked, heart racing at the possibility.

“Well… I… umm… only if you want it to be, or it can be two fr-,” Oliver stutters.

“It’s a date then. The movie comes out tonight at midnight, how about you pick me up at around 8 and we can grab something to eat right before?” you interrupt him with a sudden surge of confidence.

Oliver’s face cracks into a big grin as he replies, “That sounds perfect.” You give him a quick smile and practically skip through the door to your car.

“Good job (Y/N). You finally got yourself a date, and that too with Oliver Queen. Good thing too, when was the last time you’ve been on a date? Honestly girl, you were turning into your mom, always work, work, work no time for fun. One more week of not having going out and I’m sure you would have started carrying that ridiculous suitcase to work,” you say to yourself while digging around your purse for your keys. “Haha! You didn’t think I would find you did ya?” you exclaimed in triumph talking to your car keys. You were about to open the door when there was a familiar gush of wind and suddenly you were on the rooftop of some skyscraper. “What is it with superheroes and rooftops?” you scream out turning to see the once-love-of-your-life grabbing his sides laughing and gasping for air.  “Okay, okay enough. Why are you here?” you demand with a sudden surge of anger.

“I just wanted to see you,” Barry answered. Although you knew that he could easily deflect your punch, you clocked him in the face anyway, satisfied as a groan escapes the scarlet speedster.

“Six months. Six months, no phone call, no text, not even an email to see how I was. What I was doing? If I was even alive and now you just randomly show up!!!” you screamed, frustration spilling out in the form of tears.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry but I came to see you many times and each time you just seemed to be so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that,” Barry coos rushing over to you.

“Barry why would it ruin my happiness?” you choke out, as your tears turn into sobs.

“Well I know the real reason you left Central City, and I didn’t want to bring any pain to you, you seemed to be moving on with your life. From what I heard you’ve even got a date with Oliver,” he explained while wiping your tears away.

“Still doesn’t answer the question of what you are doing here?” you ask after backing away from him and taking a long good look at him. The past six months hasn’t changed him much, his hair was a bit longer than you remember and there was a significant rise of bags under his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said, “The team needs you (Y/N). I need you.” The wind gets knocked out of you at his sudden proclamation. “Please come back to us.”

After several minutes of consideration, you say, “Barry I can’t just leave all this.”

“Why not?” he replies immediately.

“I just can’t. I’ve started to build something here and I can’t just leave all of that in a heartbeat because the team needs me. I can’t rebuild my life at your will,” you respond. “Now please leave me alone Barry.”

“(Y/N),“ he started but you silence him by holding your hand up. “You chose Iris over me Barry, and after I told you my feelings for you too. You ignored me, you left me countless amounts of times and chose to run after Iris even when she didn’t need you, and you treated me like last resort when you needed help. You know what, you were right, you should not have returned to me,” you hiss out venom filled in your tone.

“I’m sorry,” Barry said before taking off leaving you once again to break down alone. Your heart wrenches, and all the wounds that were healing come undone. You sink to the ground next to your car and internally beg him to come back and comfort you, but once again you were sadly disappointed.

You don’t remember when or how but you managed to call the one person you knew would come running to help, he found you and wrapped his strong protective arms around your shoulder. You look into Oliver’s eyes, which were silently begging to let him help you, and you share your heavy broken hearts trouble to him. Throughout the explanation whenever you choked on your own words he squeezed you closer to him, as a sort of silent reassurance that he was there for you. Which he did, Oliver stayed holding you close to him, not saying anything, and he just let you cry out your heart. “I just want to be someone’s first choice. Is that too much to ask for? Am I just not worthy of that? My whole life I have never felt pretty, or special or incredible. That’s why I learned and conquered so many different skills. Even with all of my skills, I’m still not good enough to be someone’s first choice. Someone that a person would fight to be with. I know that love, at first sight, is not really a thing, but I thought that at least someone out there would be crazy enough to find me pretty the first time I met him. I hoped that that same someone would get to know me and think that I was special and incredible. Am I just asking for too much?” you ranted out in frustration not really expecting a response. Suddenly Oliver moved, picked you up bridal style and placed you in the passenger seat of your car.

“Where are we going Ollie?” you ask as he starts the car. “No questions” he responds and smiles at you. He drove to the edge of the city to a place with a breathtaking view, Oliver was quiet the entire ride and you still pondering the fact that you were never the first choice didn’t speak up either. When the car was parked Ollie sat back and sighed. “Why did you bring me here?” you ask and as a response, he got out of the car walked over to your side, opened the door and held his hand out for you. You reluctantly took his hands and let him lead you to the hood of the car when his hands go to your waist as he hoists you up onto the hood of your car a small gasp escapes your mouth, to which he smirks.  

“What do you think about the view (Y/N)?” he asks.

“It’s breathtaking, I’ve always wanted to witness a sunset like this” you reply and turn to him, “still don’t know why you brought me here.”

He walks closer to you and places himself in between your legs and asks, “(Y/N), do you remember what I did when I first saw you?”

“What? Are we playing 20 questions?” you joke to try and lighten the mood but at his stern look sigh and respond with, “You did a double take and then quickly try to cover it up because you were with Felicity.” You smile at the memory of the awkward first meet that Oliver and you had. The meeting ended with Barry having to run you back to your apartment after Ollie managed to spill hot coffee over you.

“I did a double take because I was taken aback by how beautiful you were, and not to be immodest but I have met supermodels, none of them ever made me do a double take. And to be fair at that time I was not with Felicity. The only reason I tried to cover it up was because I thought Barry and you were together,” Oliver explains. “You were so beautiful that I fumbled with nerves when I was talking to you so much that I spilled coffee all over you. No girl has ever made me feel that way before.” The grin you were wearing earlier faltered at his confession. “When you came to work for us, I was overjoyed because I hear so many stories about how good you are at practically everything,” he continued on, “And when I got to finally see you in action I thought you were not only incredible but also unique and special. After I got closer to you I learned that you were all of that and even more. You were compassionate, kind, level-headed, caring and many more qualities. You made me fall in love with you (Y/N). Just by being you, you made me fall deep in love. You were never asking for too much, you deserve so much more than what you ask for because you are so much more than what any guy could ask for. Barry was blind not to see that but I’m not. I love you (Y/N), and I will fight to be with and you will always be my first choice.” Oliver finishes and leans into you only leaving a centimeter of space between your lips, giving you permission to make the final move, which you do in a heartbeat. The kiss started off being sweet and innocent but was quickly turning into something more.

“Wait,” you say gently pushing Ollie off of you, he groaned at the sudden loss of contact and looked expectantly at you. “Two things. One, I love you too, I was so afraid that I was just reading the signs wrong and that you still had feelings for Felicity. Two, why did you bring me here?”

Oliver laughs at the latter portion of your outburst and replies, “Well this was THE place to take a girl when I was a teenager but I never got to take anyone out here because my parents were so worried about security and stuff. Of course, I could have sneaked out and brought a girl out here but for some reason, I saved this place for someone special and I wanted that someone special to be you.”

“Dammit Oliver Queen, you really do know how to work up a girl,” you laugh out as you press a kiss to his lips once again and wrap your legs around his waist. All you regret and sadness about Barry melted away at every touch, and every look Oliver sent your way.

“You are my first choice. I love you,” he said pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you too,” you reply smiling at him. 

The Player

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Summary: After many night of being woken up by your neighbor’s poor music skills, you finally decide to take matters into your own hands and teach the man how to play the piano.

Warnings: You should know by now, I swear like a sailor

Word count: 1656

A/N: This is one-shot is a birthday gift for my dear friend @the-silver-iris who is a great writer and an amazing human being. I LOVE YOU IRIS! I hope you had an amazing day today (and many more to come), and I’m lucky to have met someone as special and beautiful as you are. I hope you like this <3

Technically, it’s still the 8th (and, yes I made sure I had your time zone right so you would get this on your actual birthday). So enjoy!


Originally posted by pastel-rainclouds

You don’t know what time it is when you hear yet another thing slam against the walls of the apartment next door.

For over two weeks now, you’ve been living in your new apartment just outside of Brooklyn, and in that short period of time, you’ve had to deal with your annoying, loud neighbor. You’ve seen the guy only one time, as you were moving all your stuff into your apartment, but aside from the permanent scowl on his face, you haven’t seen much of him.

Hearing, however, is another thing. Almost every single day, without fail, there’s the sound of horrible piano music, followed by an eventual thud against the wall. This is something you probably wouldn’t have a problem with, if the guy were doing it at a decent hour, except that is still dark, and you’ve probably had only a couple of hours of sleep, but your nightstand clock shows that it’s barely one in the morning.

Pulling your very tired self from your bed and putting on a pair of slippers, you drag yourself through your apartment and to your neighbor’s front door, where the faint sound of a piano can be heard.

Knock! Knock!

Your hand bangs loudly against the wooden surface, effectively interrupting whoever is playing the piano. Patiently, you wait for the door to be opened, mentally going over your angry rant, but all coherent thoughts flee from your mind the second your neighbor opens his apartment door, the lights from inside his living room spilling out into the hall.

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Surprise! (Grant Gustin)

Originally posted by justjaredjr

Requested here (x) by @michy9510

Summary: You go to the flash set to surprise Grant for his birthday.

A/N: holy there’s a lot of fluff on this.


As you drive towards the set of the flash you can’t help but imagine Grant’s face once he sees his surprise.

After being away from him for two months because of your job as an actress you were finally home! But Grant didn’t know that. Silly him, you think as you shake your head, he actually thought you would miss his birthday?.

You park outside of the set and you put your sunglasses and hoodie,trying to be unnoticed.You also take your backpack with you, since you had the decorations and Grant’s gift there. Carlos, Tom, Danielle and Candice knew about your plans about surprising Grant, and they promised they would do anything that’s necessary to distract Grant and keep him away from his trailer.

You hear your phone beep and you check it, quickly noticing that it was Carlos.

“Are u here?”

You smile briefly and text back.

“I’m here, u keeping him busy?”

“Yeah, but hurry up, he is getting annoyed of Candice’s bed stories.”

You chuckle and you start walking to the entrance when you feel someone grab your arm, you turn your back to notice that one security guard was looking at you sternly.

“Ma’m you are not allowed to enter.” He says as he pushes you away and you frown.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” You say and he laughs.

“As if it was the first time i hear that, come on.” He takes your arm once again and starts to push you away and you pull him away and take your sun glasses off harshly.

“I AM Y/N L/N.” You say tired of his attitude and he looks at you with widen eyes.

“Oh sorry, Miss L/N.” He apologizes as he walks uncomfortably to the entrance once again and motions you. “You are free to enter.” He says smiling and you walk past him muttering a harsh ‘thanks’.

You remember the way to Grant’s trailer and you soon find yourself standing in front of it. You try to open the door of the trailer and you then find out that it’s locked. You sigh in frustration and text Danielle immediately.

“You have the keys?!.”

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#3 Fic Week Masterlist (Coldflash Edition)

These are the newest coldflash fics I read. They’re great! It’s amazing to see this fandom growing!

(The ones who have an asterisk are the ones I liked the most)

Tastes Better When It’s Stolen by asimaiyat (1/1 | 4,876 | E)

Central City, 2013. This was such a bad idea, but on the other hand, it could turn out to be such a good idea. A fantasy that Barry had muttered, half-embarrassed but mostly shameless, against his neck in bed back in 2016.

Len borrows the Jumpship and stops by the recent past with a plan to absolutely rock the world of a Barry Allen who had yet to become the Flash. He didn’t count on having nearly so many feelings about this.

28B by pansexual-fandom-queen (writeordietrying) (1/1 | 5,661 | G)*

On an early morning flight to Star City, Barry is stuck sitting next to single father Len and his fussy two-year-old.

The First Annual 3-Team Holiday Party (aka Leonard regrets his life choices) by kesomon (1/1 | 3,321 | G)

In the end, the first annual Legends-Flash-Arrow crew holiday party could be blamed on Sara.

Or, Leonard makes poor life decisions, contemplates homicide, and comes to some uncomfortable realizations. And there is singing.

Life, or Something Like It. by DouniSully (1/1 | 6,372 | T)*

A man keeps showing up in Len’s life. Len wants to know why.

Scarlet Speedsters and Handcuffed Hearts by Rinzler (1/1 | 1,312 | M)

“Doesn’t explain the handcuffs.”

“I requisitioned a pair from CCPD.”

“Keep explaining, Red. We’re not there yet.”

Sinners and Saints by Rinzler (1/1 | 1,575 | M)*

“Hey, I know I just met you, but my ex just walked in…so please make out with me?”

Be Somebody by TenSpencerRiedPlease for GoodSourceofFiber (14/14 | 47,529 | NR)*

Barry snorts, “keep your ego to a minimum, Snart, I throw out your slips because I think the fact that you called Mick Rory a ‘dirty anal fuck stain’ in the middle of English hilarious. No charity involved, I don’t care about you, I care about preserving the ability to call people who are stupid stupid, stupid,” he says, thankfully able to follow his own logic at that last bit.
Snart does too, thankfully, because he wasn’t going to repeat himself.

“Thought you said I was smart?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Intelligence exists in multiple ways and apparently you’re only good at math,” Barry says, spinning on his heel and walking away.

Little Talks by starshineandhappythoughts (1/1 | 4,816 | T)

Okay, so this is in reply to goldandcold’s post : “Okay, seriously my heart hurts after watching LoT 1x06. Can someone please write the fic where Len calls Barry afterwards and is like “just checking in, Scarlet” and Barry is like “okay, what’s wrong?”, because he KNOWS him, and Len is quiet for like minutes and eventually chokes out “I think he hates me”. I just want him TO TALK TO SOMEONE, OKAY? (I also want to wrap him in blankets and feed him cookies, but that’s neither here nor there.)”

And then it grew from there? It’s originally on tumblr, with like an extra 2K here?

The Break-Up of the Ice by Moriavis (11/11 | 58,724 | E)* [if you like getting your heart broken in a thousand pieces]

When Leonard Snart got something he wanted without taking it, it always ended up too good to be true.

With Barry Allen, he never saw it coming.

Barry Versus Guyliner (a love story) by WacheyPena (6/6 | 31,499 | T)

Iris just wanted to test out her new eyeliner. It wasn’t her fault the speedster forgot he had it on.

Or

How guyliner got Barry hooked up with Len.

another kind of hunger by dragdragdragon for Hardyness (1/1 | 4,260 | T)

Barry’s favorite food truck never comes around more than once a week. Until one day, it’s taken over by another chef.

Cue obliviousness and hilarity.

or the one time Chef Leonard Snart takes over Chef Rory’s food truck for a week and worms his way into Barry’s heart.

Words on My Skin by tinypinkmouse, tinypinkmouse_podfic (tinypinkmouse) (1/1 | 2,147 | G)

The first thing pretty much any kid does when they learn to write is scribble down a tentative hello on their hand and hope that someone answers. Leonard Snart is no different from most kids in that regard.

(Both text and podfic versions.)

it’s in his kiss by humanitys_cutest for changdeer (1/1 | 5,108 | G)

Five times Barry and Lenny kissed in secret, and the one time it was not-so-secret.

Boyfriend Clothes by fhartz91 (2/2 | 1,435 | T)*

Barry calls Len when he can’t seem to locate any of his S.T.A.R. Labs sweats, determined that his boyfriend has stolen them, which Len adamantly denies.

We Could Keep Things Just the Same by pansexual-fandom-queen (writeordietrying) (8/8 | 33,021 | M)*

When Barry Allen joins Rip Hunter and his crew on a trip to Central City, 2038, an accidental encounter leaves him torn between his first love, Iris, and his growing feelings towards Leonard Snart.

just to keep me out of trouble by MissSugarPlum for dragdragdragon (1/1 | 1,411 | T)*

And you stole his wallet,” Simmons huffs, throwing his hands into the air exasperatedly. “Why am I even surprised?”

“I really have no idea,” Len replies absently, drinking in the man’s grinning face in the tiny picture, committing every detail to memory.

Bartholomew Allen.

What a name, Len thinks wryly to himself.

Unexpected Deviations by Regann (1/1 | 1,784 | G)*

Rip Hunter wants to preserve the timelines of heroes such as The Flash, but he comes to realize that his actions result in one major deviation.

Sunshine by dreamerbydawn for Crimson1, LiselleVelvet (1/1 | 2,872 | G)

Len calls Barry a lot of things that aren’t his name, but there’s one in particular, that, even though he doesn’t use very often, is without a doubt Barry’s favorite.

OR

5 times Len calls Barry something special and the one time Barry asks him about it

Social Call by Captain_Giggles ( 1/1 | 1,153 | T)

The Waverider is busted again, leaving the Legends temporarily stranded in another time.
Len is not happy.
Gideon to the rescue!

Tokens of Affection by Regann (1/1 | 6,376 | M)*

Barry’s glad that Len is helping Rip Hunter; he just wishes he wasn’t using it as an excuse to steal him things from across the span of space and time. (A tale of separation, reunions and dubiously acquired items of varying historical significance.)

Of Time Travel and Other Disasters by Enina (2/2 | 5,395 | M)*

Rip Hunter wants to use time travel to save the world. Barry wants to punch him for it.

What Comforts We Should Find by punk_rock_yuppie (1/1 | 7,676 | E)*

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”—Edgar Allan Poe

Barry Allen has been dating Leonard Snart for nearly six months. Barry Allen knows Leonard Snart is also renowned thief, Captain Cold. Leonard Snart does not know his own Barry Allen is The Flash. It’s complicated.

Nothing Like a Secret So Well Kept by Regann (1/1 | 5,226 | T)

Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, it’s obvious (to just about everyone) that Len has a crush on the Flash. (Or, Five people who are amused by Leonard’s crush on Barry and one who finds it to be very serious business.)

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Author’s Note

(Yo guess who’s back! Hey guys, I’m finally posting a new imagine! Im so glad to be back. Like I said in my previous post, I’ll be super busy for the next week and half, but then I’ll be on break. Then I’ll have more time to write! I hope you guys like this piece! Y’all know the drill, these gifs are def not mine. If you have any comments/concerns/questions my ask is always open! Thanks for sticking with me and enjoy!)

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader (gender neutral!!)

Word Count: 2567

Warnings: none. (C/N) = college name

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“C’mon, (Y/N)! Let me read it! At least give me a little sneak peek.” Cisco complained, pouting like a child.

“Dude, just because you’re my best friend that doesn’t mean you get special reading privileges.” You giggled at his moaning.

Cisco Ramon was a geek. He loved superheroes, fiction, and science. But, not as much as you did. You were lucky enough to be living your dreams as a comic book author. In high school, you never really felt like you could connect with your peers, and you found yourself spending a large amount time writing and sketching, usually alone. But all that changed in college: when met your best friend.

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I’m way up, I feel blessed

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the wonderful amellthirst!! make sure you all stop by and send her some love because she’s awesome and deserves it. as a gift I wrote this one shot that’s got lots of Tommy feels as well as Merwest/daddy!tommy with a smidge of Olicity/Queen family. it’s not actually related to mfwlmlyd but it could possibly be considered as a future fic for that universe. jo, I love you and I hope you like it <3

also, here are some gifs that inspired this whole thing, as well as the little girl who we’ve dubbed as the Merwest baby

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The champagne shower was everything that Tommy Merlyn had imagined and more. Even if he was drenched and the liquid was burning his eyes and his jersey was now yanked open and hanging loosely from his shoulders; he wouldn’t have had it any other way. After grueling months of game after game, overcoming injuries and defying the odds, Tommy was now a World Series Champion, along with the rest of the Starling City Rockets.

“Merlyn! Merlyn! Hey, Tommy!”

Tommy looked up through the crowd of players and staff filling the locker room, eyes searching for the voice calling out to him until he saw his agent pushing through the group of pitchers who were dousing each other with champagne.

“Come on, the reporters are waiting for you in the press room.”

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Soul Shine, 1/? (Soulmate AU, Olicity, Explicit)

Guys, this is geniewithwifi‘s fault. She gave me this prompt where only soulmates can have sex, and I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what’s happening.

Summary: Soulmate AU. Humans are incapable of having sex unless they find their “soulmate,” their perfect match. It’s been decades since there’s been a documented case of soulmates anywhere, but scientists believe they are finally closing in on the rare “soulmate gene.” Felicity is one of the few who doesn’t put stock in the idea, until Dr. Wells sends her to Starling City.

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Her fingers grazed his leather-clad chest.

Felicity’s breath stuttered as the heat in her skin instantly grew hotter, but not with pain, but with need.

Need like she’d never felt in her life ran through her, and she stumbled against him, eager for more, so much more, and he caught her instantly.

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A Special Script

Never before had the entire cast been called in to film an episode; the closest they’d ever come, actually, was when they did “Let’s Join Hands!” for an ending, but that was minor in comparison. The writers had devised an entire episode script including nearly all the main and supporting characters in the show.

The content of the script was still unknown–but they had their ideas.

“Probably a special,” Drew postulated as he unscrewed the cap to his bottle of water and took a drink. “The ORAS games are coming out soon. There are a lot of new Mega Evolutions, and everyone knows you can Mega Evolve in Contests–so I’m guessing something related to that.”

“No, that can’t be it.” Zoey shook her head. “Otherwise, why would they bring in Iris and Cilan, who aren’t coordinators?”

“They always bring back the primary traveling companions of the previous season for a couple episodes,” Cilan pointed out.

“Yeah, two birds with one stone, I guess,” Iris added.

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anonymous asked:

Fic prompt: Barry falls asleep on Caitlin's shoulder. Canon universe :)

title | Let Your Heart be Light

notes | Since it was specifically asked to fit into canon verse, I chose episode 1x09 because having it set around that Christmas scene got stuck in my head. It’s less on the romance-y side and more on the depth of their friendship side, but i hope it’s still what you were looking for anon!


It’s late, by the time everyone begins to trickle away, the clock ticking steadily forward toward Christmas. Cisco is the first to go, reluctant but heavy with the burden of his family get together early the next morning (he pretends to hate it, but Caitlin at least knows better—his relationship with his immediate family may be strained, but his younger cousins adore him and the feeling is adorably mutual). Iris and Eddie follow not long after, promising to return as soon as the Thawne family brunch finishes up.

Joe, Barry and Caitlin linger awhile, listening to the soft strands of old Christmas songs spilling lazily from the radio, caught up in quiet conversation (happy memories only, of holidays long past and traditions that have stood the test of time) and the warm glow of the lights. It’s not until the minute hand is well past the midnight hour that Joe stands, fingers slack around his empty mug of heady Christmas cheer and announces he’s turning in. They bid him goodnight and then he’s through the kitchen and up the backstairs, the sound of his socks a dull beat in the background of Frosty the Snowman.

Sensing the evening coming to an end, Caitlin stands as a moment later, her own mug clutched in one hand while the other soothes the hem of her skirt. “I guess I should get going then,” she breathes, the sound still quiet against the calm of the night. 

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We Just Keep Walking Blind // Snowbarry Week

Theme // Jealous

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It takes about a single week for Barry to get used to the fact that Ronnie is back, single-minded and completely his own person, for good (or a highly probable version of for good). He hasn’t seen Caitlin keep a smile without straining in all the time that he’s known her, until now. And this, coupled with the assurance that General Eiling is miraculously distracted with another metahuman across the country, which he is placing at a higher priority than Ronnie, cuts the tension in half at the Labs.

It’s when Caitlin confides in Barry about a secret wedding that something is suddenly fully charged about the air around them again. He convinces himself that it must be because of the way she just lights up about it finally happening, even if it’s much less of what it was supposed to be, a complete cover-up from all their loved ones. All she knows is, and all he sees is, the fact that she’s incurably all smiles about making the most of her new life with her deceased-on-paper fiancé.

‘We used to go to his parent’s lake house in the middle-of-nowhere Colorado when we first started dating, just to get away from the city and all the noise. It was nice, simple.’ She sighs, the upward curl of her lips softening. ‘We’d bring his family dog with us too, and it’d be like we were in our own little world.’

‘That sounds great, Cait,’ he says, wary of the waning cheerfulness in her voice.

‘And looking more and more like a far-fetched dream now.’ She folds her arms to her front.

'You don’t have to dream anymore,’ he tells her, hoping his brightness will distract her from the frown that tugs at the corners of her mouth. He can’t believe how much the thought of her losing the gleam in her eyes shakes him to his center. 'He’s alive…and he wants to be with you. Some people have a lot less.’

She does frown, but it seems that she’s not worried so much about herself here. Then he realizes that the sudden, but not so surprising end to his short-lived fling with Linda Park had very much to do with his last remark.

He has to be honest here; he only wishes he had someone special like Caitlin to come home to, especially with the way she cared for Ronnie, let alone fantasize about a getaway home for two.

'It would be impossible for someone like you to be lonely for long,’ she says as though she’s stunned by his obliviousness.

'Tell that to the queue of girls lining up to be with me.’

'You don’t need a queue,’ she chides. Then lists, 'You were the first person to really take a good look at me and realize that I haven’t been happy since the explosion, when I thought I lost everything. You were the only person to help me face my fears in the accelerator, and, that night, I didn’t know how lonely I was until you made me feel that I wasn’t anymore. You took me out on a wild night, even when I was literally dragging you through all these bottled up issues you didn’t need to know. You’ve been amazing, you are amazing. Barry, you deserve someone who sees you the way I see you.’

'My own personal doctor and life coach. How’d I get to be so lucky?’ He ducks his head, and noticeably flushes when he finally rises to show an appreciative grin.

'You’re not the only lucky one…thank you. I don’t think I say that enough. Without you, I feel like a lot of what’s happened in my life would have remained impossible,’ she says, reaching for his arm.

Like any of the touches they’ve shared, there’s a steady pull toward more time spent in comfortable silence. This silence is only broken by a few scattered half-laughs and stunted phrases, but she’s still holding on, and he’s letting her. Though soon, just like clockwork, they’re pulled apart, and they’re reminded of where and who they are.

'Yo, Bar,’ Cisco blares over the Labs’ P.A. system. 'Armed robbery at the old bank on the corner of Captiol and Spruce. There’s 10 hostages.’

His arm somehow feels foreign as he dashes away. It’s a mix of being acutely aware of the spot she’s held and left warm, and something wholly new slipping away with every racing step he takes further from her.

That same night, Barry dreams as he always does. Of Joe telling him he forgot to wear pants to the precinct. Of Iris bringing him coffee and a kiss, until Eddie swoops her away. Of Dr. Wells being the presenter for an award just for him for something outstanding and worth a roaring applause from crowds of people. Of the interior of a wood cabin. Well, that’s new.

The cabin sticks longer than any of the other images. As he makes his way through darkened hallways, padding over hardwood floors, he reaches a familiar sight. Caitlin is beaming at him from the couch she’s lounging in, feet tucked under her, looking cozy in a fur-lined blanket. Then she tells him to come closer to the warmth of the fireplace she’s seated next to.

Wrapping her arms around his neck as he lies, pressing his back to the curve of her body, feels so natural. He only questions it once before he lets her dip her head low and place a kiss at the nape of his neck.

'Barry…hun,’ she hums into his shoulder. 'Did you feed Einstein?’

He turns so he can see her shift her weight over him, her head now resting on his chest, their legs content in a tangle.

'Barry?’ She tries again, finally tilting her head up, her chin propped over his sternum, tickling him some.

He smirks at her brows knit into a light frown, complimented with a blossoming pout. She’s possibly wondering why he’s still not answering her. It’s cute, and all of her and all of this is so incredibly surreal that he can’t help but let out a puff of nervous laughter. But, she waits longer for his response as the vibrato in his laughter moves her into the morning light, and he’s sobered by all the warm hues he’s suddenly made aware of in her eyes. He’s never seen her this close, felt her this close, he realizes, gulping consciously. How can this dream feel so impossibly real and solid? How are her hands, exploring and carding through his hair, making him feel like his actual heart is losing it’s natural rhythm? When he finally takes in her amused smile, wide and easy, he has to tell her, ‘You’re beautiful.’

'Mr. Allen…what’s going on with you?’ She asks, suspicious instead of grateful.

'This is just so…’ He really can’t find the words.

'Mr. Allen?’ Her voice suddenly doesn’t fit her sunny smiles; it’s tunneled and warped.

Then she’s just as beautiful as a middle-aged grouch with a receding hairline.

'Singh!’ Barry jolts, holding on to his desk’s pegs for balance from his teetering chair. 'I mean, sir.’

'Easy, kid.’ Detective Singh almost looks gleeful at his almost-spill. 'Got those lab results processed for the O'Connell case?’

Barry rummages while Singh bristles through his excuses, telling him he’ll need them in three hours and to tidy up his work area instead. It’s surprising that the detective is letting him off with an extension. Is he still dreaming?

It’s not until Singh brightens his lab area with fluorescence that his high hopes with getting away with dozing off at work quickly dissolve. That and, ‘Wouldn’t want dream girl ‘Cait’ to keep you from any more of your work.’

Barry actually spills from his seat this time.