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Barry Allen AU - Which Friends character is the best?

A/N: So I asked you guys if you wanted a Barry or Cisco imagine, and it turned out as a Barry fic, although Cisco is just as much in it as Barry is! I hope you like it and remember the request box is open if you want me to write something :)))

I know I haven’t written anything in a long time, but I hope you can forgive me! I’m trying to find the time.  

Originally posted by lovemusiclifexx

The bell chimed above the door as you pushed it open. It hadn’t been long since you were here, but Cameron greeted you like he hadn’t seen you in ages. “Hi Y/N!” His face lit up at your familiar face. He had worked at the diner for as long as you’d been coming here. You had moved to Central City for college and the first diner you walked into was fortunately also the best. You said hello to some of the main customers whom you had grown to know a little, as you made your way to the counter.

You sat down on the barstool in front of Cameron. “I’m presuming you’re having your usual, so I’m not even going to ask.” Cameron said and started making your smoothie. The diner didn’t look like much, but it had the best breakfast menu in Central City. For ages you had come here to eat your breakfast and you always ordered the same. You ordered pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon, a smoothie and some fruit. Sometimes when you had more time you ate even more. Breakfast was your favourite meal of the day.

The bell above the door chimed again and in walked two guys. You lifted your head from your book and saw one tall (cute) guy, and one shorter brown haired guy. They were discussing loudly which earned them a glare from you. That is until you heard what they were discussing. “Cisco shut up! You can not be serious?” The tall one exclaimed with wild handgestures and Cisco, the short one, only nodded. “I’m dead serious. Ross Geller is the funniest character in Friends.” The two guys had now reached the counter and sat down next to you.

Your eyebrows instantly furrowed. “Are you mental?” You thought, except the words left your mouth before you realized. The two boys turned to you in shock of being interrupted in their discussion. Cisco looked at you with a “bitch who the hell are you and why are you not agreeing with me” look. 

“Ross Geller is not the funniest character on friends? Have you even seen the show? Or does your humor just suck?” You turned your chair so you were facing them, preparing yourself for the fight which was about to come. You knew everything there is to know about Friends. Game on, you thought.

The guy behind Cisco drew in a sharp breath and whispered a “ooooh burn” while he was trying to contain his laughter. “Excuse you lady, but I have watched Friends more times than any other person in this universe. Wait scratch that, more than anyone in this entire solar system.” He took a step closer. The look from before hadn’t left his face and his eyes challenged you to disagree. “I can promise you I have watched Friends more than you.” You scoffed and made yourself seem superior. Without you noticing your smoothie had arrived so you picked it up and started drinking from the straw.

“Oh it is on!” Cisco said and rolled up his sleeves. His friend laughed and you could see in his face how ridiculous he thought the two of you were. “Bring it.” You mouthed. Cisco’s friend had beautiful green eyes which looked at you with surprise. He was probably wondering why you even bothered to fight with his ridiculous friend. But you would never back down from a fight, and especially not a fight about Friends. 

“Who said the first line in episode one?”
“Easy. Monica. What is the name of Rachel’s sisters?”
“Is that all you got girl? Jill and Amy.” You moved closer and kept on hitting each other with facts and quick questions, trying to answer the fastest without failing. 

Cisco’s friend tried to pay attention but lost interest. He waved Cameron over who appeared with a smile. He asked about the smoothies and was about to order the pineapple one, but that was a big mistake. You held your hand up to pause the fight. “Don’t order that one,“ you scrunched your nose, "take the strawberry smoothie and some pancakes. I swear you will not regret it.” You said confidently. He was surprised you were even paying attention to him with that hot battle you got going on. He nodded. “I guess I’ll go with that!” He chuckled. Cameron nodded. “Thanks Cam!” You shouted after him, trying to suck up to get a free donut to go afterwards. You turned back to Cisco.

“Look here mister. Give me your best shot and I’ll prove that I know more about Friends than you do.” You loved a good discussion but your pancakes were turning cold. 

“What is Chandler Bing’s job?" 

He retreated from fight position and gave you a smug smile. Every Friends fan knows that, that is the hardest question there is about the 90′s show. Chandler Bing’s job = mystery. Except you were a real hardcore Friends fan, so of course you knew what Chandler’s job is. You smiled and Cisco gave you a worried look. With three little words you wiped that smug grin of his face. “IT Procurement Manager.” Your mouth broke into a big grin. Cisco’s smile fell and he hung his head in shame. “WHY GOD WHY!” He yelled and walked away. 

Your grin didn’t falter and you chuckled. Mentally you high-fived yourself. “I can’t believe you kicked his ass in Friends knowledge. Cisco lives for Friends, and you just crushed his dreams.” Cisco’s friend laughed and shook his head. You took a good look at him. Brown hair, green eyes, tall, blue sweater which hugged his body perfectly. man this guy’s cute

“Oh well I would lie if I said I was sorry because I really am not.” He chuckled. “I don’t think I catched your name?” You said and moved closer. “Barry. Barry Allen.” He said and held out his hand. You took it and gave him a firm handshake like it’s supposed to be done. “Wow firm handsake you have there. Military dad?” He asked and shook his hand a little before he took a sip of his strawberry smoothie, which had now arrived. “Yeah…” You brows furrowed. “That hard?” You leaned back and pushed your plates to Cisco’s old seat. “I’m not gonna lie. Yeah…” Barry continued. “My friend Iris’s dad is a cop and she has just as hard a handshake as you.” You wondered if she was his girlfriend. “That your girlfriend?” You blurted out before you had a chance to think it over. “Actually no. I don’t have a girlfriend…” You nodded and started eating your pancakes. 

“Have you tried the pancakes yet?” You pointed your fork at his seemingly untouched pancakes. He shook his head. “Haven’t gotten to it yet. I was kinda fascinated by your fight.” Even though you were a proud Friends fan, you blushed a little at his words. He had payed attention. 

Barry noticed your blush and looked down at his hands. He fidgeted with his phone. You hadn’t even noticed he had pulled it out of his pocket, you had been too distracted by him to notice. He looked nervous, and you hoped he would do what you thought he was about to. When he didn’t speak you manned up and did it yourself.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” You asked in unison. Your eyes met in surprise and a grin spread widely across your face. “I would love to.” After you had said it he immediately said the same. You handed him your phone and he handed you his. His face mirrored yours and he blushed. A happy silence had erupted between the two of you, until Cisco came back and interrupted. 

“Okay,” He said and stopped in front of you, “since I think you are kind of awesome, and I can see on Barry’s face that you two are going on a date, I will forgive you for your behaviour before.” You laughed in disbelief while Barry’s red face became more red. “I didn’t realize I was apologizing?” You cocked your head to the side. “Lady listen up, you would want to stay on my good side since I’m one of Barry’s best friends. I can easily throw you out of the game.” He pointed his finger at you as he moved closer and closer. When you were almost head to head he whispered; “I will destroy you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and and moved his hand to pretend cutting his neck in two. “Okay Cisco that’s fine.” Barry interrupted as you were about to shoot back. He stood from the barstool and dragged Cisco away. “I will call you!” He shouted over his shoulder, while Cisco silently threatened you. “I will look forward to it!” You yelled back and he stopped for a moment. The roles switched and Cisco pulled Barry out of the diner. 

“They never ate anything?” you thought. You shrugged and called for Cameron. You would get that free donut no matter what. 

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25/01 | Happy birthday, Minato! ♥♥

Oh. My. Gosh. This was….INTENSE. I did not expect to write this much. ANYWHO!!! Here’s the follow up from the last chapter! The inspiration came from one of @furaitsu ‘s wonderful Anons, as well as this sweet-as-shit pic by pinki .

If you’d rather, here’s the link to the whole fic on Ao3!

((Edit–next chapter!!))

Alright…here we go.


Baby, It’s Cold Outside

    Saitama refused to mention the cracks in the table. It’s not like he was gonna replace it—a couple of fist-shaped indents didn’t make it work worse (unless you laid a cup or bowl on them, ‘cause those wouldn’t sit straight). Anyway, when there were plates over them you hardly noticed they were there at all.

    Genos watched as he pushed his chicken over one of the craters. The kid wasn’t bringing them up either (which was a miracle), but he was giving him that look again. It was the one where it was like he was scanning him, or listening though his teacher hadn’t said anything.

    Saitama busied himself with a sip of lemonade. He wasn’t sure if Genos knew he was doing it, but it had been happening a lot lately. Ever since…

    For the umpteenth time, he imagined the wide-eyed cyborg above him, lips shaking like he’d been told he was kicked out of the Association. The drink clinked as he put it down.

    ‘How…do you feel about me?

    He’d replayed the scene in his head so much he could almost hear Genos asking it. How Saitama felt about him. The man glanced over at the cyborg, catching him as he looked down to his plate. His teacher never answered the question, but…he couldn’t. He didn’t have an answer.

    …How did he feel about him?

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