mybristy  asked:

Heya! I really loved ur blog umm can I request RFA boys reacting to mc and MCs lil sisters prank videos ? Like the video was send to them accidentally? This think totally poped into mah head after watching roommate wars from Alisha Marie lolol. Special request for Jumin. Hope u have a lovely day :)

ahhh thank you so much ! and i can relate to this lol i have a younger sister myself who pranks me all the time

i’m actually going to tweak your requests but adding the part where in the video MC gets hurt

- he is checking his email for promotions and comes upon a random file
- “tf is this.?”
- opens it and the video starts right away
- “hey guys it’s MC today i’m going to re start my prank wars with my sister.”
- zen didn’t know you had a sister he was a little bit shocked.
- Was bracing himself throughout the whole video with suspense
- shouts at his computer screen
- in the video MC broke her arm
- “so that’s how she broke it.”


- he was studying for his last finals
- “hey MC can you send me that file that has all my semester notes please?”
- received a video file instead
- opens it and immediately pays attention to the video instead of his studying
- “i’m going to prank my sister today. it’s her birthday so today will be the “perfect” day for her.”
- yoosung watches attentively until you get hurt.
- “okay so we are at the hospital now and apparently i tore a ligament in my leg and i will need surgery.”
- yoosung called you


- another boring day at the office
- checks emails and finds the video file
- “hey guys it’s MC and today i will be pranking my sister using only two things, fake blood and a cat.”
- watches attentively at what is about to happen
- actually jumped out of his chair when he sees you get hurt instead of elizabeth
- calls you immediately
- “Mc why did you use Elizabeth in a prank video? But that’s now the question ARE YOU HURT?!”

- when he first was doing background checks on you he hacked into your accounts.
- finds some prank videos and watches them
- “I’m MC and you’re watching prank wars!”
- watches as he is hacking until he hears glass break in the video
- oh no
- “wow these videos are good!”
- takes your ideas to prank Vanderwood
- “oh madam vanderwood where are you?”



Did you know? If you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

when you’re too butthurt to have fun

LOL this kid almost made me burst into laughter.

I’ll leave this here just so others can see his behaviour and laugh at it,  or maybe you’ll just attack him/her, I actually don’t care what you do with this information tbh. just don’t be a shittier person and tell the to kill the kid.

(Fun fact the “n” word comes from spanish and portuguese Negro, a colour and also a nickname often used (as far as I’m concerned) in mexican culture for close relatives or close friends, it’s almost like saying friend, other words used in a similar manner would be “wero” “flaco” “gordo” those are some examples, we mexicans have like TONS of nicknaes for friends!)  Now saying that I feel flatered it’s like saying I laid with your mom and you also called me friend~ 

(Kay burning and trolling aside) This kid is pretty joung and dumb, doesn’t even realize what it’s doing, probably should go to a psicologist, kids like this are ignored by their parent, I’m actually sad now :’C

Posting this here because it teaches us that if you take shit serious in life you are only going to make a fool of ya self, instead of enjoying things and accepting that things are how they are, some folks like to take things personal, I’m even guilty of doing so, but I’m working on it! I’m still a human a being yo!

But let me post this as a reminder that don’t take shit seriously, you’ll look stupid, just laugh at yourself and if you don’t like something, don’t attack just chill out and do something you actually like, that is worth your time, if you don’t like something, stop insulting yourself and stop watching, besides what’s the worst a doodle can do to ya?

but instead of that what we do is judge other with thier ship becuase “it’s not cannon” or “it makes no sense” or  “it’s problematic”. even if we don’t make it public we still have these thoughts and feeling, not that is a bad thing we’re humans and that’s a completely normal reaction, but I do think we can do better

I will confess not long ago I felt a bit of hatred towards a certain ship involving mtt, I will not say to whom that ship belongs too, since it’s not fair to that person, and when I heard their opinion on my fave ship I got salty, so I went and searched ways to disprove of their ship, only to realise that I was acting just as stupidly and dumb and this kid, so you know something, I forgave myself and them I can’t control opinions or likes and dislikes, it wasn’t doing anything to me, I didn’t die, I only clenched my butt for NO reason.

I just accepted the shipper for who the person was and I accepted the ship, and I accepted myself and what I shipper for what it is, it’s the best I could do, hell it even made shipping for me so much more honest. So I apoligize, even though I have no names to mention and probably for the best, but some people heard my opinion and well might aswell come out as a semi-responsible person for my actions.

So yeah sorry person who doesn’t even know I trew shade behind your back, that was childish of me, 


getting angry all the time can actually cause health problems!

so ship away you people and have a lovely day don’t let morros like this ruin your day, they can’t even formulate a propper argument!


A papyton shipper ~

Autism Problems

When the directions on an assignment aren’t precisely stated so you have no idea what you have to do, but everyone else seems to get it. And you want to ask your professor or your classmates but your anxiety is through the roof and you’re scared of looking stupid so you go non verbal and just sit there doing nothing until you’re finally calm enough to speak.

The lifting fandom really pisses me off.

I am always finding ways to save money. In order to comfortably treat myself, I have to care for myself. Providing food for me and my little family (my best friend and our pets), getting new clothes (people say clothes aren’t important, but they are. You wear them every day), making sure I have gas in my tank, cleaning products, and products to maintain a good hygine.

We have a lot of priorities. Sometimes we may not be able to buy that foundation, or that book, or that lotion. We would NEVER lift it. There are ways to obtain free products without shoplifting, you know.

1. Want that new book? If you cannot find a copy online (inb4 torrenting is illegal, you can get some books free online. I got the monstrosity known as “Stones to Abbigail” for free via amazon), go to your bookstore. Buy some coffee or a snack if you want and read it there. You may not finish it in one day, but tomorrow or next month you can come back and finish it. Just write/save the page #.

2. Want that makeup product? Ask for a sample! They are happy to give you one. Lush and Sephora give me samples all the time. I actually got samples frequently of this hair stuff from Lush until I was able to afford it. 

3. Want to lift that pet? DON’T. So many animals are running wild, waiting to be rescued, or were abandoned. I got my last two cats for free, because they were kittens roaming the streets. You don’t need to go to a pet store and steal a cat/dog and throw it in a bag. Also, if you are willing to lift an animal, then DON’T GET IT. Medical bills, shots, fixing, food, toys, ect are all a part of raising an animal. 

4. Don’t lift food. Just don’t. Instead, take on the hobby of couponing. Watch a few episodes of Extreme Couponers. I’ve seen people get 400 dollars worth of groceries and it comes out to be only 15 bucks. Also, Dollar General is your best friend. I once got a month’s worth of groceries for 22 dollars. 

5. Just because you were not arrested, does not mean you weren’t caught. A business I was working at last year got their tip jar stolen. They couldn’t even access the video footage because the owner had the codes to get in, and he was having a life-threatening surgery. But we knew who did it, we knew the car, we knew everything. People did this often to us, because it was literally just a bucket. The owner wouldn’t get a steal-proof one for some odd reason. We mentally 86′d them though. And why would yo want to be 86′d from a place? You can’t buy from them anymore, especially if its a local business.

God, I fucking hate thse lifters I swear to god.

This is a very late birthday present for @katiethemstie. Happy very, very, very late birthday, sweetie!

This imagine originally had Nine wearing brainy specs, but it didn’t make the cut, and I am actually disappointed by that.

“This feels so weird,” you said.

The Ninth Doctor  pressed his lips to the soft skin of your neck as he pulled you closer to him. “How’s it weird?”

You took a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of Nine’s strong hands on your back. You missed those hands. You didn’t know you had a hand thing until him. (And then there was Ten, and his hand thing was completely different.) “I’m kissing you, and other you is right there.”

“Eh, neither me minds,” Nine said. He tugged you back to sit next to him on the big, cushy chair that had always been and still was the Doctor's favorite cuddling place in the library. You ended up less on the chair and more on his lap, and you were quite sure that he did it on purpose.

“You sure about that?” you asked dryly, tossing a pointed glance at where Ten was sulking with a book that he obviously wasn't actually reading.

Nine took one look at Ten's sullen expression and scoffed. “Yes, I’m sure. Aren’t I, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes,” Ten drawled grumpily, voice muffled as he pulled the book up to his face. “Totally sure, we are. Totally. Not one itty-bit of a problem, no sirree, not at all. Nope. You just enjoy yourselves.”

You huffed out a sound of exasperation against Nine's green jumper. Nine rolled his too-blue eyes.

“He like this all the time?” Nine asked, looking mostly displeased and… almost apologetic. Almost.

“Imagine trying to compete with yourself,” you said, patting Nine on the shoulder.

Nine grunted. “Oh, I don’t havta imagine, me. Do it all the time. This actually happens a lot.”

“Not for a whole bloody week,” Ten griped, sinking lower into his chair. You imagined a tiny thundercloud forming over his head.

It really had been a whole week. What was supposed to have been a quick fix wasn’t a quick fix at all, and for the past six days, today being lucky number seven, Nine had been a third member of the TARDIS crew. Nine was having fun, really, and you couldn’t help but be entertained, but Ten was fit to give birth to a Slitheen egg if this kept up any longer. He was climbing up the walls, and Nine’s tendency to provoke his future self wasn’t helping. And, by provoking, I mean… cuddling.

You knew that you weren’t helping. You knew that all the attention that you had been paying to Nine was driving Ten to the edge of what a Gallifreyan man could bear (what with their claiming instincts and ‘MINE’ mentality about mated pairs and all that alien business that was the real curse of the Time Lords and the fact that Nine made Ten really, really nervous). You knew that it would be easier if you just gave them both their space. It wouldn’t be boring if you did. All you had to do was sit back with a bowl of popcorn and a video camera and wait for a fight to break out. It was monumentally entertaining. But how could you? Nine’s regeneration had been unexpected and explosive and frightening and there hadn’t been any time for proper goodbyes. Not that he was gone. The Doctor was the Doctor and he hadn’t gone anywhere, but this familiar part of him that you loved so much was buried underneath Ten’s persona, along with all the others that were him. Not to be seen or heard or touched or tasted or smelt, and while you understood those things weren’t really important… it felt important. And you missed him so much.

Which was why you were taking advantage of Nine’s presence and spending as much time with him as you could. Nine was flattered by all the attention he was receiving from you, puffing and preening every time you even glanced at him. Ten was less enthralled.

“You wouldn’t be happy if you were in his shoes,” you said, giving Nine a thump on his broad chest. He didn’t even flinch.

“I will be in his shoes, when I’m him,” said Nine, who squinted at Ten as if he almost didn’t believe his own words. “Oddly enough.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know. It’d be different, though, if it was another me. Eight was different.”

“Was he?” you asked. Ten had mentioned all of his previous forms in one way or another, but you didn’t know all that much about them individually (although you had an idea of which ones were the Doctor’s equivalent of bad teenage years, because he hardly ever mentioned them, and when he did mention them, his cheeks just happened to get a little pink). You knew that Eight was one of the fancy ones.

Nine nodded. “Yeah. He would’ve adored you, though.”

“Eight would have begged to keep her,” Ten added, keeping his eyes trained on the book he wasn’t actually reading. “Paradoxes be damned, not that he cared.”

“'Xactly,” said Nine, smiling nostalgically. “He loved all that romantic stuff but he never had anyone t'be romantic with.”

“Shame, that,” you said teasingly. “If only, if only.”

Nine hummed, shifting so that he could lay one arm over your middle and rest his head against the crook of your neck. “Might go t'sleep like this.”

“That’s fine,” you said, wiggling down until you were both reclining comfortably on the cushions. Nine pressed himself deeper into the pillows and sighed in contentment. You smiled, feeling… something that was almost pride but not quite. It was just… sort of flattering, to be the one person who the Doctor was willing to relax with.

Ten made a soft, short whining noise that was too close to a whimper to be ignored. You lifted your head to look at him.

The book had been cast aside. His arms were folded around himself, his knees were drawn up, and those brown eyes that you loved so much were far too full of hurt. Something in your chest jerked at the sight. Nobody was supposed to be able to make him feel that way. Not ever.

Well, you had messed this up, hadn’t you?

You reached out your free arm that wasn’t being cuddled by Nine and made a grabby gesture. Ten immediately perked up at your attention, eyebrows slanting upwards in question.

“C'mon, you too,” you said, beckoning Ten over.

Ten bounded up and over to you, diving onto the chair and snuggling right up to your side.

Nine scowled. “But-!”

“There’s room,” you said firmly, giving Nine’s arm a squeeze. It was a practiced tone of voice that you used whenever he ran his mouth in front of important aliens or stayed awake for four days straight (which, despite whatever he might have said, was not something Gallifreyans were supposed to do).

“She wants me here,” Ten said.

You didn’t think this through, you realized. You had a Doctor on both sides and they had been bickering endlessly for nearly seven days straight. It didn’t matter that there was cuddling. It didn’t matter that you were between them. They would still fight. This was bad.

“Yeah, well, I don’t see you gettin’ much attention, y'bloomin’ show pony.”

“Well, when you’re not around-”

“Oh! So the second I show up, who gets-”

“No, no-no-no, don’t you even!”

“I think it’s obvious who she likes better, pretty boy.”

“Hey!” you snapped. That got their attention rather effectively. “Both of you shut up and go to sleep.”

There was a beat of silence.

“This’ll be really bad if there’s ever three of me here,” Nine said.

You glared at him. “Don’t even speak such things.”

Nine huffed a breath of laughter before laying his head down and closing his eyes. About time, you thought. There hadn’t been peace in the TARDIS for seven days, after all. You wondered how long they would sleep.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to Ten.

“You’re already making up for it,” Ten murmured, nuzzling your shoulder.

And then there was, temporarily, peace between the Doctor and himself. Good job.

Take Care of You: Part 4

I’m back from the dead! Hope you missed me! I will be updating my other stories (I am an alpha, Bad girl, and All my idols) some time in this next week! Hope you can be patient with me for a little while longer! Please let me know how you feel about this chapter, I love feedback!

Also this is a long one! 

“No!” I cry when I hear my phone go off at five in the morning, “This is supposed to be my day off! I’m supposed to sleep in and lay in bed all day!” I glare at my phone when I see my boss’s name light up the screen, “Seunghyun oppa, I know I told you to call me whenever you need me but not today! I’m so tired!”

He sighs, “Eunsoo, I’m not calling to call you in, there was a fire at work.”

I snap up in bed, suddenly not so tired, “Oh my god! Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine, no one was in the building, the police are starting an investigation to see if it came from inside the building or if someone started it from the outside.” He pauses to talk to someone else before coming back with another sigh, “I just wanted to let you know that we will be closed for a little while.”

“How long?”

“I haven’t had a chance to see all the fire damage but from what I can see out here, at least a month. I know you could move on and easily find another job but I really hope you will stay on and return when I can open again. But if you can’t afford to I completely understand!”

Now it is my turn to sigh, normally I would quit. I would leave without question because in the end, my well being comes first. But now, at least for however much longer, I don’t have to worry about whether or not I have enough food in my fridge or if I can afford my electricity bill. My savings is fuller than it has ever been, I could save even more if I accept Minseok’s demands for me to move in with him. My fingers run through my hair, “I’ll stay on.”

I can hear him tapping his feet happily, even with the sounds of cops and firefighters going on around him, “Thank you! You have no idea how much I appreciate you!”

“You are welcome, you are just lucky Minseok oppa has been scolding me about working too much.”

“Thank him for me too! I have to call the rest of the staff before anyone shows up, you have a good time sleeping in, seems like you need it!” The line goes dead, leaving me to just glare at the screen. I sit there thinking for a few minutes, I can’t remember the last time I just had one job. Two is usually my minimum, I have never wanted free time, I honestly don’t know what to do with it. I think of Minseok, will he be completely over the moon? As much as I hope he is, there is a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that if he has me as much as he really wants he will realize that the idea sounded much better in his head. I push that idea away for now, I’ll deal with it when we get there. For now, I’m going back to bed.

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popstar AU drabble

something i scribbled at work during the water shortage

(rose’s and dirk’s handle abbrvs are the same and i can’t use their colors but it’s pretty obvious in the narrative when the switch happens) 

Strider: Have A Fashion Emergency 

TG: my god this is asinine
TG: youd think with a wardrobe the size of a manhattan apartment and a team of professional stylists and a gazillion labels sending me free shit all the time id actually have something decent to drape over my meat puppet

TT: You’d think.

TG: what do you even wear on a date rose
TG: i dont go on dates im not a date guy

TT: Are you asking what I wear on dates specifically? Because I am not lending you another dress.
TT: You are catastrophically hard on clothes.

TG: you mean that time at the grammys because that was not my fault

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pick a god and prey

Better pics of the Idol of Space and Time I wore for MAGFest! Work kicked my ass, so the mask and bustier (from DMC4) are put off ‘til Katsucon, but I think I did a good improvisation of the DMC3 one! (Er…minus the titty-slip…)

The real star here, though, is the hourglass! It stands at 52 inches end to end (compared to my 60 inches), and splits into two pieces for ease of transport (I…do not). The sixteen 3-inch resin spikes bolted into the wreath make it around 20 inches wide. Each end is wired with 3+ meters of remote-controlled mini-LEDs for that extra punch. Even with all that, it’s still only around 10 pounds! (The messenger bag I carry with me all the time actually weighs more when it’s loaded.) That’s wonder of pine, posterboard, and fabric! I still might fancy it up even more for the DMC4 look at Katsucon.

Special thanks to @lithefider for the pictures and the gentle photoshoping and @snazzyskeleton for all the help with the last-minute body-painting when I was in too much pain to contort to the right angles!

one of the kids im teaching at camp kept saying “snitches get stitches” and when i told him to stop saying that because he’s 10 and can’t snitch on anything of substance he replied “well my mom tells me that all the time” and i actually spit out my water

anonymous asked:

Idk if you’re still doing these but you reblogged one of the drabbles so prompt #15 mcdanno?

15: “Are you saying you don’t accept my rose?”

“Are you saying you don’t accept my rose?” Danny asked, putting a hand to his chest and acting like he’d never heard something so offensive in his life.

No, no no no, that’s not what I meant!” Steve answered, looking alarmed. “I just - isn’t this a little bit, you know. Out there? We’re just going to a restaurant for an undercover job, Danno, it’s not like-”

“Well, if you don’t want the rose that’s fine,” Danny said as he turned to face the woman next to him who was walking into the restaurant. “Here, would you like to have this rose? My date doesn’t want it, and I don’t need it, so it’s free.”

“Hey, Danny, no! I’ll take the rose, I like the rose! Don’t give it away, please?”

Steve sounded desperate now, so Danny turned around again to smile at him while handing him the rose. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” he finally said, and it might have sounded mean to people who didn’t know them if Danny hadn’t said it so fondly.

“Yeah, you tell me all the time actually. Let’s just go inside and see if we can find the guy we’re looking for, okay?”

the idea for this came from my angel @themcinebcnd!!! that’s the last drabble i’m doing, huge thank you to everyone who sent me something!! if you want to check the others out, you can find them here (x)!! 💕

Timeless (part eleven)

Summary: You and Bucky pay a visit to Dr. Helen Cho and she examines your injured ankle. 

Bucky x Reader. FLUFF. Word count: 783

TW: none

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“Hello Y/N, Sergeant Barnes,” said Dr. Cho.

“Please, call me Bucky,” he reached his hand out and she shook it.

“Hi Helen! How are you these days?” You had known Helen for so many years that the formality of calling her ‘Doctor Cho’ had fallen away ages ago.

“Pretty well, thank you. Captain Rogers mentioned your ankle?” Bucky set you down on her exam table and Dr. Cho began looking at your sprained ankle.

“I twisted it after an incident with a broken stiletto,” you explained. Dr. Cho took some x-rays and determined that your ankle wasn’t sprained, but actually had a small fracture.

“Helen, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you said, voice full of dread.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m going to put you in a cast and I’d like to see some new x-rays in a month. If I’m not in New York, Dr. Banner should be able to take the images and send them to me,” said Helen.

“So I take it I’ll need crutches then? Unfortunately, Bucky can’t carry me everywhere all the time,” you asked.

“Actually, the fracture is small enough that I think a walking cast would work well, so no crutches, just a cane,”

“NO. You CANNOT make me use a cane, Helen. You CAN’T,” your tone was so serious it surprised Helen.

“Why not?” asked Helen and Bucky simultaneously.

“Because everyone already calls me ‘Mom,’ and if I start using a cane the old lady jokes will NEVER STOP—especially if Tony has anything to say about it,”

“Y/N, I’m sorry to say it, but as a doctor I really think it’s the wisest choice,”

“Don’t worry doll, if Tony bothers you, we’ll just bother him right back,” said Bucky, flashing you a grin. Dr. Cho noticed his behavior.

“Fine, fine, you win. I’ll use it. I’m making it pretty though—rhinestones are going to be involved and nobody can stop me!” you joked, and Bucky and Helen snickered. Dr. Cho then cleared her throat and turned to Bucky.

“Bucky, would you mind excusing us for a little while? Since I have Y/N here already, I’d like to run some routine tests, and no offense, but it would be a little easier to do so without an extra person in the room,” said Helen.

“You got it, Doc. I’ll be up on our floor. Have FRIDAY holler if you need anything,” said Bucky. He leaned over to kiss your forehead and then hopped in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, the woman standing next to you went from the professional physician that everyone knew to the old friend you’d shared many good times with.

“Y/N! You and Bucky! You two are so perfect for each other! I mean, I don’t really know Bucky but based on the way I’ve heard you and Captain Rogers talk about him he seems like a pretty great guy, and he’s super cute! Way to go!”

“Thanks, Helen. It’s still a pretty new thing…okay, it’s still a really new thing, but I think it’s going to be great. We’re both really happy when we’re together. Now, about those tests?”

“Oh, I just wanted to take a blood sample to check on the levels of serum in your system. I’m really surprised Dr. Banner hasn’t been able to determine exactly what it is since it’s not the same serum used on Bucky and Captain Rogers. Anyway, it should be quick—I really just wanted Bucky to leave so I could pester you about him. I’m leaving for Seoul tonight after Tony’s party and I wasn’t sure if I’d see you there,” she smiled as she prepped a needle for the blood draw.

“Shit! I forgot that was tonight. Yeah, I’ll be there. I hear Thor will be there, too,” you winked at Helen as she finished up the blood draw and started to fit you for the cast. She had a big crush on Thor and as her friend, you felt obligated to tease her about it from time to time.

“Y/N, if you tell anyone I like Thor I’ll shoot more old lady jokes your way than Tony ever could,” With that, the two of you burst out in laughter. Helen handed you a boring, silver cane.

“Well, Helen, it’s been a pleasure but I’d better go figure out what I’m gonna wear to Tony’s party. I’m getting really sick of those things after all these years. Ah! There I go sounding like an old lady again. I’ll see you at the party, Helen,” you said before making your way to the elevator. Helen waved you goodbye as the doors closed and you went back to your floor.


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anonymous asked:

My (now ex) bf literally hung all over me all the time (like I actually couldn't eat with his arms around me 🙄) and one time I didn't go to class cause I overslept my alarm and he texted me a million times in less than two hours, freaking out cause I wasn't answering my phone. I was asleep.

cancer,scorpio,maybe pisces,taurus

Not As They Seem... - 5 (Barry Allen/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

Originally posted by khylinrhambo

Barry sat holding you on your couch an hour later, “I’m sorry…I can talk to him…”

“No…” You sniffed shaking your head, “I think that’ll just make it worse.”

He sighed frowning, “He does know…that…we are just friends, right?”

“I’ve told him this.” You looked at him, “I’ve told him a hundred times, but he’s just so…oblivious…”

He watched you sit up wiping your face, “Well if there’s anything I can do…I’ll do it. I want you to be happy.”

You smiled at him taking his hand, “Thank you Barry. You’re a really great friend. I wish I would’ve talked to you sooner.”

“Yeah…I wonder…why we never…” He shrugged, “Talked…or…met up…”

“I don’t know, I’d bring orders to the precinct all the time.” You looked at him sniffing, “Maybe it just wasn’t…the right time.”

He smiled, “I’m glad that time finally lined up. I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you this last month.”

“Me too.” You cleared your throat, “You know, I really feel like I can trust you…I haven’t felt that in a long time.”

“Good.” He squeezed your hand.

You looked at him again, “Can I tell you something…something important?”

His eyes widened as he nodded, “Of course.”

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before turning to him fully, “I…I am a meta human.”

“What?” He sat up looking at you more surprise running over him. This was new…this was…different, “What…is your gift?”

You let out sigh of relief, “You’re not scared?”

“No…no not at all.” He smiled at you, “I’m just surprised and curious.”

“I don’t…really know what to call it.” You told him, “Just after everything happened one day I was running in the winter and slipped. I was sure I was going to bite it hard, but it was like…this energy surrounded me like a shield…and I was fine.”

“Like barrier?” He asked excited for you.

“Yeah, just like that.” You told him, “You sound way more excited about this then me.”

“Well…yeah…I mean…” He stopped for a moment falling silent.

“What?” You looked at him concerned, “Barry…”

“I need to share something with you too.” He smiled at you finally.

It was your turn for your eyes to get big, “No…way…no way!”

“Yeah…” He nodded laughing at your excitement of meeting another meta.

“What do you do?” You waited excited, “No no…wait…let me guess…you’re super smart but you have to down play it.”

“No…no…sometimes I wish.” He swallowed before looking at you fully, “Actually…I…uh…”

“What? Barry,” You took his hands in yours smiling, “you can tell me anything.”

“I know…” He nodded smiling at you, “I know I can…which is why I trust you…when I tell you that I…am…the Flash.”

He watched your mouth drop open before your hands flew to your mouth cover the muffled squeal. He smiled when you finally took his hands again, “You are not!”

“I am…” He nodded laughing, “here…”

You felt a two burst of wind hit your face and Barry sat in front of you with two boxes of Chinese, “Is…that Cajun Asian?”

“Mmhm.” He nodded handing you one.

“It’s on the other side of town!” You looked at him baffled.

“Not a problem for a speedster.” He smirked opening his container up.

You let out a laugh, “It is so nice to finally share this with someone.”

“You haven’t told anyone?” He looked at you surprised, “Not even Julian?”

“Especially not Julian…” You looked down, “I’m not sure how he’d react…I’d be afraid he’d lock me up for testing.”

He stared at you as you opened the container finally, “That can’t be easy keeping it a secret from someone you care about.”

“It’s not.” You looked at him, “But I’m sure you do it.”

“I did…for a while, but…” He smiled at you, “I found out that lying to them all the time hurt them more…and now…I have shared it with a few people. They help me out a lot, all the time actually.”

“Really?” You stopped thinking for a moment, “I just…don’t see Julian understanding.”

“Y/N, you should be able to talk to him about it. If he really cares about you he’ll help you explore it and define it.” He swallowed, “Not cage you up…”

Looking back to him you frowned, “Yeah…maybe…but enough about him…tell me what it’s like to speed around everywhere.”

He smiled at your deflection. He never told you he was the Flash in the other timeline, so this was a treat. He was positive you definitely weren’t meta in that time either. Being able to share this was something he’d dreamed of for a long time.

He loved how your eyes twinkled hanging onto every word. He told you everything, well almost everything…

You looked over as there was a knock at the door, “Excuse me.”

“No problem.” He smiled watching you walk to the door opening it.

Your jumped to your throat, “Julian…”

Barry stood up seeing him in the door way, anger flashing over his features. Barry swallowed crossing his arms defensively as you stood there unsure of what to do.

“Well…I see it didn’t take you long to move on…” Julian hissed.