Capable of Change - 6 (Savitar!Barry/Reader)

Imagine, remnant Barry getting asked out by you and he decided to say yes…

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Originally posted by ttinycourageous

A few weeks passed and he had told you he might disappear for ‘work’ for a bit. In all actuality, he had been pulled away because of the notorious ‘Team Flash’. Too much needed to be done to ensure that everything fell into place.

He had scared Barry and it had felt so satisfying. There was nothing he could do to change this future. Nothing.

Now he had some time to focus on you, and he was looking forward to it.

He cleared his throat as he walked toward CC Studios. He stopped briefly catching his reflection in the glass door. He flexed his jaw reminding himself that you were different. You saw past the surface of his broken exterior and saw his true self.

The man he really was.

He ran a hand through his hair a few times before walking inside. He was hoping to surprise you with a cup of coffee and persuade you to go to lunch with him.

He walked into the studio slowly when he noted the recording light wasn’t on. He could hear a piano being played, but nothing else.

He smiled instantly as he saw you sitting at the keys. Your fingers moved over the ivory pieces in a fluid motion that brought life to the world around you.

He enjoyed the smile that played on your lips as you expertly played. You hadn’t noticed him yet, giving him a chance to move up behind you before your piece came to a close, “That was beautiful.”

He laughed when you jumped. You turned on the stool giving him a small smack, “Wear a bell!”

“That would not be as much fun.” He smirked leaning down grabbing your chin lightly before placing a kiss on your soft lips. His smile became genuine as he parted from you, “I brought you coffee.”

“My hero!” You smiled taking it from him, “It’s like you knew I needed a pick me up.”

“There’s lunch involved in this visit if you have time.”  He sat down next to you as you took a sip.

“Oh I wish I could.” You pouted holding the cup in your hands, “We a have a few shows coming up. One I have to travel for and my string section is struggling since our soloist got in a car accident because a pack of gorillas got loose.”

His eyebrows shot up trying to act surprised. He remembered the attack on the city, but it seemed so long ago, “Gorillas?”

“Yeah…” You made a face, “I’m not sure I believe the official statement that the zoo’s transport crashed outside the city either, but Flash and Kid Flash apparently swooped in and saved the day, so all is well.”

“All is well…” He repeated slowly his face falling briefly, “Anyways…so no lunch…”

“No lunch.” You smirked a little scooting closer to him, “But…I can promise a dinner date that you will enjoy immensely.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled reaching up cupping your face with his hand.

You smiled kissing him. He loved the way your eyes squinted when you did that, “Oh yes…meet me at the park? Say seven?”

“Yes.” He nodded resting his forehead against yours, “Most definitely yes.”

“Now shoo. You’re too distracting.” You winked at him.

He stood up stretching, “I suppose I could get some work done. I do have a few small projects.”

“Good, that means when I get done with this we will have more time together.” You smiled at him eyes twinkling, “Less projects for you means more time with me.”

“I like the sound of that.” He leaned down pecking your cheek quickly, “I’ll see you at seven.”

The day’s events went just as he planned. Wally was right where he wanted him. Soon he’d go and release Savitar sending his past self on the path he needed to begin to truly destroy Barry.

He took a deep breath shaking off his past preparing for his future. He stopped to get some flowers across the street from the park. He turned a smile on his face and a spring in his step. Tonight, was going to be a good night.

He walked toward the bench were you first approached him. He paused seeing you sitting there, knees pulled to your chest, face buried in your arms. The flowers dropped from his hands.

As they hit the ground he was at your side, “Y/N…”

You felt his hands take hold of you as you looked up at him tears falling down your face, “Allen…”

“What happened?” Concern rippled over his features as he took your face into his hands.

“My dad…” You shut your eyes tightly big tears falling against his palms, “M..my dad…”

“Oh god…” He pulled you to his chest holding you tightly. He knew this pain too well. He didn’t know how long he held you on that bench and it didn’t matter.

Eventually, he brought you home. He’d gotten you to eat a little then put you to bed. Now he was on the phone with your brother Scott, “She’s resting…if there’s anything you need just let me know. I want to help.”

He scratched the back of his head as Scott took a deep breath, “I…I appreciate it. I think if you could just stay with her…I’ll…I’ll try to get everything…”

“Scott…” He interrupted him swallowing, “I know…what it’s like and you shouldn’t be doing this alone. Is there anything at all I can do? Anyone I can call?”

“I…my girlfriend is on her way.” Scott told him going silent, “I just…he was dad.”

“I know.” Barry nodded, “I know…the loss will never go away…but does get better over time. Just give me a call, I’ll be at Y/N’s. For anything, I mean it.”

He hung up the phone putting it back on the hook before he turned seeing you on the stairs, “Hey…”

You sniffed wiping a hand under your eyes, “Hey…”

“Do you need anything?” He asked taking a few steps toward you.

You shut your eyes shaking your head, “No…”

He reached up taking your hand, “You sure?”

“No…” You voice quivered as you teared up again. He guided you down the stairs into his arms, “I don’t know how to do this…”

He rubbed your back as you leaned your head on your shoulder, “No one ever does.”

He picked you up easily carrying you over to the couch. He sat down holding you on his lap. He could only be there for you.

“You know…” He glanced down at you seeing your eyes were closed as you spoke, “I…don’t think I could do this without you.”

“You’re strong. You would’ve managed.” He told you surprised when you opened your eyes looking at him, “What?”

“I’ve never been strong.” You whispered looking away, “Snarky maybe…but…not strong. I can’t snark this away.”

“Don’t say that.” You looked back to him. He shook his head helping you sit up some, “Don’t ever say that. You are so strong and brave. It took so much courage to talk to me that day. It took so much strength to let me into your home, meet your family. To meet your dad, who from all the stories he told me, is where you learned to be strong.”

You felt yourself beginning to cry again as he went on, “So don’t ever say that you’re not strong because you are a woman who has loss a parent. You’re a daughter, who dealt with a parent deciding to leave instead of raising them. You get up every day and provide for yourself, that alone makes you strong. You-”

Your lips crashing down on his made him stop. He pulled away looking at your face smiling a little, “Thank you. Thank you for caring.”

He smiled nodding, “Of course, I care about you, Y/N. You make me a better person.”

His heart fluttered in his chest as you settled against, “I love you, Allen.”

His mouth hung open a little unable to answer. For once…he couldn’t keep up with his thoughts…they were too fast.

It’s Time to Talk Sam Manson

If it’s not already obvious from the fact that I run the @sam-manson-defense-squad, I love Sam. Sadly, she seems to have gotten a nasty reputation among fans, which is a right shame because there’s a lot that can be done with her character. I do understand that her execution in the show was flawed, but if people can overlook bad writing for other characters, I think we should be able to do the same for Sam. Since the first two episodes do a pretty good job establishing what she’s like, she seemed like a great character to start off with.

As a general rule, these character-specific posts will be focusing on the positives (meaning what I think makes them a good character and how they work as part of the show). I’m trying to enjoy something I love, and I don’t wanna spread negativity.

Anywho, let’s get started. (warning: will likely be image-heavy)

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nothernlights19  asked:

Hello! So i have seen that you have request open, so maybe you could do 64 or 6 with baron corbin? That will make me so happy! Thanks for read this and you're an amazing writer!

A/N: Aww thank you. They fitt quite well together so I decided to use both of them ^_^ also do you guys like me using wrestlers actual names or should I just go back to in ring names? Let me know because for example this originally had Baron’s real name, Thomas, instead of Baron.

Prompt #6 - “I need a place to stay.” + Prompt #64 - “Here take my blanket.”

It was pretty well known back stage that Baron was a bit of a loner. His attitude in the ring didn’t help with making friends outside the ring, which is why everyone was supprised that you were best friends with the lone wolf. Only you knew the man behind Baron, the real softie that he was. He was always so nice to you and never failed to make you smile, Corey would say it’s because Baron liked you but you never believed him, you’d had a crush on Baron for as long as you could remember and were happy enough blissfully ignoring those feelings. Or so you thought. Baron had just come back into the gorilla after loosing his Money in the Bank contract, and he did not look happy. Everyone back stage moved out the way as he stormed through the arena, supperstars stood looking at Baron with pitty, they often said having a Money in the Bank contract guarenteed you a title win, unless of course you were Baron Corbin. You’d been in the canteen area watching on the screen and saw everything that had happened, quickly you excused yourself from the table, nearly knocking your chair over in the process. Briskly walking to where Baron would have come from you hoped he hadn’t let his anger get the best of him, his anger wasn’t as bad as the WWE made out but after being screwed over like that anyone would be pissed. Practically running down the halls you coud see people stepping to the side, Baron then storming through after with a look of pure rage plastered across his face. Stopping in your tracks you stood, arms folded loosly across your chest, waiting for him to reach you. As he aproached Baron tired to swerve round you but you stuck an arm out stopping him in his tracks.

“(Y/N) Please move.” Baron was yet to make eye contact with you so you just moved to stand infront of him.

“No. Not till you calm down and I know you’re not gonna do anything stupid and hurt yourself.”

“And if you don’t move I’m scared that I might hurt you.” You could hear Baron was trying keep his voice calm but the clentched fists and slight shake in his arms told you otherwise. “So please move.” He finally looked up, brown eyes looking even darker than usual, silently pleading with you.

“Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” Baron sighed before nodding his head, stepping to the side you watched as he stalked off and somewhere down the corridor a door slammed shut and a loud crash follow behind.

Throughout the night you’d tried to text Baron but got no reply, you’d even tried texting Corey but he’d heard nothing from the elusive man. Sighing you place your phone on the bed side table, snuggling further down into the hotel duvet trying to concentrate on the tv show playing in the background hoping that Baron was okay. Just as you were drifting off there was a knock at the door, thinking it was just the TV still playing you turn over snuggling down but the knock comes again followed by a familliar voice.

“(Y/N)? you awake?” groggily getting up out of bed you rub your eyes and unlock the door, blinking heavily letting your eyes adjust to the light you see Baron stood there bag in hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry its so late but I need a place to stay.”

“Of course come in. What happened?” You stood aside as he entered the room, dropping his bag and slumping down onto the bed.

“The hotel found out what happened at the arena in the locker room and kicked me out my room.” Sitting down on the bed beside him you gently nudged his leg with yours.

“And what exactly happened in the locker room?”

“Let’s just say I’ve got a pretty hefty fine but the arena promised not to mention anything. Guess someone else must have told the hotel.”

“Baron I’m sorry.” Leaning your cheek on his shoulder you let out a sigh as he gently places his hand on your knee.

“Thanks. I’m just glad you’re letting me stay.” He smiles sweetly at you, as you look up and do the same. It’s only then you realise how close you are, noses almost touching practically sharing the same breath.

“It’s getting pretty late we should ummmm get some sleep. Early start and all.” Nervously you get up hoping the blush now covering your cheeks would disapear. Getting into bed you face the wall waiting for the bed to dip and Baton to join you but that never happened. Turrning over you see him trying to his large limbs in the single chair in the room.

“What are you doing?” you ask Baron, sitting up slightly in the bed.

“Going to sleep? What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Like you’re going to be very sore in the morning. Get your butt up here.” Patting the empty spot beside you you lie down at wait again. This time you feel the bed dip beside you as Baron sits down and takes his shoes off before lying down next to you.

“Better?” He turns and smiles at you once again, resting his hands behind his head.

“You could get into bed ya dafty. I’m not going to bite.” Chuckling at him you turn to lay on your side and face him.

“I’m good.” Grinning brightly at you, gently brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Instantly you feel the blush rise to your cheeks and bury your nose and cheeks under the duvet.

“Goodnight.” You mumble from under the duvet.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” Baron chuckles, leaning over you to turn the light off causing you to sunk in your breath when your face was pressed into his chest. Finally he settled facing away from you wrapping his arms around himself.

Through out the night you were tossing and turning, looking at the time on your phone you saw it was around 2am, not feeling a weight next you you your turn and see Baron fiddling with Air conditioning.

“Damn thing.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

“What’s up?” You sleepily mumble propping up on one elbow. Baron whips his head round hearing your voice.

“Sorry did I wake you?” Baron walks back over to the bed shivering slightly, defeated by his previous task. You shake your head at him noticing his shivering.

Here take my blanket.” You motion, pulling one of the blankets off of you and hand it to him.

“Thanks. Damn air con is stuck on.” You notice Baron still shivering.

“Get up.” You sigh waiting for him to stand. Once he does you lift up the duvet for him. Baron gets into the bed as if you were going to bite his head off. Sighing you throw the duvet over him, draping your arm over him to pull him closer. “Better?” You ask trying to swollow your nerves and hear Baron suck in a breath.

“Not quite.” You were about to ask why when you felt his lips meet yours, smiling you kiss back feeling his hand coming to rest on your hip trying to pull you closer. Pulling away you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as Baron bumbed his nose with yours. “Now I’m better.” Chuckling he pulls you tighter into his chest, palm resting in the small of your back. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Me too.” You breathe out leaning up to place another peck on his lips, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy. Baron must have some how noticed or felt the same because he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” Was the last thing you remember hearing before driffting off into one of the best nights sleep you’d gotten in a long time.

Prompts from this list.


anonymous asked:

OMGG, the death of the gorilla is getting blamed on the father of the little boy who got stuck in the cage, BECAUSE OF HIS CRIMINAL RECORD?!? Fuming rn !

I’m 100% with you I’m fuming too!!! What does his fathers arrest record have to do with the gorilla dying? If his father had never been arrested the gorilla would have still been dragging that child by the limbs!

like, I could care less about the Gorilla’s death. It was dragging a four year old child by the limbs through water. The child would have drown. The child would have been internally decapitated. The gorilla is more than strong enough to kill a large human man so killing a toddler is no hard feat.The child would have had brain damage IF he had survived.

Do I think his parents should have had a better handle on him? Yes. Am I loosing sleep over a gorilla? No, no I’m not. In fact I slept better knowing that small child was alive and not too harmed. He’s going to have some trauma to deal with. That’s on his parents for letting him out of their sight and I hope they act accordingly to this situation.

People care more about animal lives than black lives and I’m not here for it. It’s the damn Cedric the lion thing all over again. Everyone is screaming justice for the damn ape that was physically beating a child but they want to turn a blind eye to black people being murdered for their skin color.

AND OF COURSE. It’s turned into a racial issue with people using black=gorilla memes, bringing up his parents history, and where the child grew up.

Miss me with that.