the smile on julian's face

Perfect - Cisco Ramon Imagine

A/N: hello, dearies… so, I know I have so many stories to update and this was not requested but.. today, I was having a really good day and then it got ruined… so I wrote this one-shot to cheer me up a little… I just want everyone to know that this is a very personal imagine for me, and it was hard to write it and is a bit hard to post it.. it’s ok if you don’t read it or if you don’t like it, I just wrote it because I needed to… it is based on some true events that have been really difficult for me to deal with my whole life and it was written as what I would love to happen when I’m feeling down… I just wish that everyone that has felt the same way as me know that they’re beautiful no matter what and please remember it

I chose Cisco Ramon and Ed Sheeran because they’re my favorite loves and I can’t really listen to this song without crying… so here it goes

Warnings: reader’s low self-esteem and what I would think is a little emotionally abuse

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash

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“Hello, (Y/N)” Caitlin said happily as her friend entered the cortex.

“Hi” the girl replied quietly, with a quick smile making the doctor look at her confused.

“Is everything alright?” she asked. Usually the girl was the happy soul of the team. She was basically a girl-version of Cisco, before Dante passed away, but he was getting back to his old self. So, whenever she wasn’t cracking jokes as usual, everyone knew something was wrong.

“Yeah, I’m just tired” she said with a small smile but Caitlin could see her tired eyes.

“Are you sure-?“

“Good morning, ladies” HR interrupted the girls entering the cortex and Caitlin saw (Y/N)’s look turn a little relieved. “I come bearing coffee” he said politely as he bowed to each one of them offering the coffee in the tray.

“Thanks” Caitlin said politely.

“Thank you, HR” (Y/N) said grabbing the coffee and offering the man a small smile.

“Morning, everyone” Julian said walking in and (Y/N) saw Caitlin’s face brighten up. Just before anyone could reply, they saw a bridge opening for a moment before Cisco jumped out of it, followed a breeze coming in as papers flew away.

“HA! Eat that, fastest man alive! I got here first” Cisco said with the biggest smirk on his face.

“That is not fair! You left when you said two and never said three!” Barry complained childishly.

“Wow, two grown men with amazing powers to save humanity and they use it to compete” (Y/N) said from her place.

“Hey, don’t hate the players” Cisco said walking towards her and planting a kiss on her forehead. “How are you, pretty princess?”

“You’re not getting my coffee” she said grabbing it closer to her.

“Is that really the only reason why you would think I’d call you a pretty princess?” Cisco said pretending to be offended.

“No, you call me princess all the time, you add the ‘pretty’ when you want something like my coffee, or my food” she said with a sly smile and Cisco couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You picked up on that?” he said sitting on her desk.

“Ever since we were eight” she informed him.

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Written by: caitlinsfears

Prompt: When Barry realizes that Catilin might love him too, he decides to confess his feelings

Characters: Barry Allen, Caitlin Snow, Julian Albert

Beta reader: simplysnowbarry

You can also find this one shot and many more HERE.

Caitlin’s gentle hands touched Barry’s face, where a big wound blemished his cheek. He felt her fingers on his sensitive skin and he knew it should hurt him, but he felt relaxed under the influence of her touch. Her face was so close to his that he could feel and hear her breathing. He had never had such a great opportunity to kiss her. Maybe he would do that if she hadn’t pulled away from him.

Barry’s expression hardened and he scolded himself internally.

“Are you okay?” Caitlin asked, noticing the change in his mood. “It will take some time for the wound to heal. I can give you aspirin if you want.”

He thought that if there were tablets for stupidity, he would swallow them all without hesitation. The wound on his face wasn’t his biggest concern.

He still wasn’t able to understand why the presence of Caitlin had been recently influencing him that much. Every time she entered the room, he forgot how to breathe. When she smiled, he thought it was the most beautiful smile in the world. And when he finally came to the conclusion that it must be love, a new villain kicked his ass. At least that way he could spend more time with Caitlin, although he would rather do something else than watch her patching his bruised cheek.

Since they were alone, he could confess his feelings and find out if she felt the same, but it was not that simple. Not at the moment, when she looked at him reproachfully.

“You know, one day you’re gonna get yourself killed and there will be nothing for me to patch up,” she snarled. “Be careful, Barry.”

He didn’t want to argue with her. Actually, the way she cared about him made him feel like it would be best to hug her. He could add the hug to the long lists of things he had no courage to do. It was because he had a strange feeling that whatever he did, Caitlin would immediately figure out that he was in love with her. At the same time he was aware that it was ridiculous. He had repeatedly hugged Caitlin or held her hand and it hadn’t changed anything. They were still friends. Just friends.

“I’m fine, Cait. I will feel even better after watching a movie,” he suggested, wondering at the same time, if it sounded like an invitation for a date. It was Valentine’s Day after all. “You might want to join? I’ll let you choose.”

Sadness clouded Caitlin’s features and Barry began to be afraid of the answer.

“Sorry, Barry, but I have plans.” She forced a smile, while a flush crept up her face. “Julian asked me on a date and I said yes.”

That wasn’t what he had expected to hear. Silence reigned in the room. Caitlin looked away, pretending that she was looking for something in her purse. Barry attempted to say a few things, but none of the noises actually turned into words let alone sentences. He just couldn’t believe it.

“I was surprised as well, but then I thought that it might be a good idea. We’ll have some drinks, talk a little, I won’t be alone anymore,” she gibbered and Barry couldn’t help thinking that she tried to convince herself more than him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“What? No, of course not. Why would I?” He was taken aback by the fact that he managed to say something. The pain in his cheek as he spoke only reminded him how bad that day was. “I had no idea that there’s something between you and Julian.”

Caitlin bit her lower lip, still not looking at him.

Apparently not only Barry was upset by this awkward situation. He didn’t even fully understand why both of them were acting strange. He must be jealous, but what was Caitlin feeling?

If he asked her, he wouldn’t get a specific answer. That’s because she did not know what she felt when she was avoiding eye contact with Barry. She knew something was wrong, that Barry wasn’t happy about her dating Julian. She wondered what annoyed her more; the fact that Barry might have something against her date or that he wasn’t able to talk about his feelings. Maybe she was wrong, maybe there was nothing between them. Maybe he was surprised, nothing more.

“We’re only friends, but you know, the best relationships come from true friendships,” she whispered, raising her chin to look at him.

If he needed confirmation that she felt the same, he could find it in her eyes. She waited for him to say something. Something that would make her stay.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Caitlin. Have fun,” he said.

Fighting back tears, she plastered a smile on her face, picked up her purse and left the room without turning to look at him for one last time.

Barry exhaled deeply, only now finding out that he had been holding his breath while watching Caitlin leave. He had made a mistake, he knew it. But he couldn’t stop her by admitting that he loved her. He didn’t want to be selfish. Caitlin was able to make her own decisions and she could date whoever she wanted. That was not his business.

She wasn’t his.

He stood up, feeling pain in the chest. He wasn’t sure if it was a result of the recent fight or his heart being broken.

Heading to the exit, Barry dreamed of a long bath and being buried under several blankets. Maybe his dreams would’ve come true, if it hadn’t been for Julian, who rounded the bend in the corridor.

“Hello, mate,” he said with a smile on his face. Barry still wasn’t used to Julian being nice. “I see that you’ve been heavily battered.”

“Not once,” Barry murmured, massaging the back of his neck. “I heard that you are going on a date with Caitlin.”

Julian nodded, suddenly embarrassed.

“Yeah, you don’t mind? I know that you and Caitlin are close and that-”

“Wait, Julian,” Barry interrupted him, knowing that this conversation was going in a wrong direction. “There’s nothing more between me and Caitlin.”

He only hoped that it had sounded convincing.

“You were a good liar when you pretended not to be the Flash, but when it comes to you and Caitlin, you can’t fool me, Allen,” Julian stated. Barry was ready to deny it, but Julian didn’t let him say anything. “Listen, mate, I’m not an expert of people’s feelings, but everyone sees how you look at Caitlin. And how she looks at you.”

“You think…,” his tone gentled a little, a corner of his mouth lifted, “…you think she feels the same?”

Julian rolled his eyes, feeling as if he was talking to a child.

“It’s pretty obvious. Go get the girl, Barry. I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Barry asked. His face beamed and his heart filled with hope.

“Yes, yes!” Julian laughed, pushing him to go. “Tell her how you feel.”

And that’s what he was going to finally do.

Barry knocked on the door, shifting from one foot to the other. Waiting wasn’t one of his favorite activities.

Caitlin ran a hand through her hair, making sure that everything was okay. With her heart beating faster than usual, though not as quickly as in the presence of Barry, she opened the door.

Their eyes met. Caitlin pursed her lips, surprised that it wasn’t Julian who was looking at her the way no one ever had. Barry couldn’t tear his eyes from her, because she looked like an angel in a purple dress, with some subtle makeup and her hair being a mass of tangled curls.

“Barry,” she whispered.

At this moment, his huge smile was able to light up the whole city.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said lightly, as if he was talking about something that was commonly known.

Caitlin had no time to even blink. Barry took her face in his hands and made her hold her breath by kissing her. Caitlin felt her body getting pleasantly weak as she threw her arms around Barry’s neck and returned the kiss. Their lips told each other everything their hearts had been hiding without uttering any word, their bodies pulled closer, all of the emotions finally coming to light.

When Caitlin pulled away to catch a breath, Barry tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, looking at her as if she was his everything.

“What about Julian?” Caitlin asked, closing her eyes under the influence of his touch.

“He said that he would be okay and that I should tell you how I feel,” Barry admitted, stroking her cheek.

She opened her eyes so she could not only hear what Barry was going to say, but also see it on his face.

“And what exactly do you feel, Barry Allen?”

“Right now I feel awesome. Like never before,” he giggled, surprised by how easy talking about his feelings became. Speaking about his feelings made his heart lighter, his breath calmer. “It’s because I’m in love with you, Caitlin Snow. I’m sorry it took me that long to realize it. I’m sorry that I had to be jealous to realize that I want to be the man who walks by your side holding your hand, who kisses you in front of people and when we’re alone, who loves you more than anyone else. I want to be your best friend like I’ve always been, but I also want to be your lover. I just hope you want the same.”

Her lashes fluttered, tears shone in her eyes.

“It’s too late,” she said slowly.

Barry’s heart jumped to his throat, when his world fell apart. He began to move back, but then Caitlin burst into laughter.

“I want the same.” The confession left her mouth, her hands rested on his chest, eyes shined not only with tears but also with happiness. “Your reaction was precious, I wish you could see that.”

“You’re cruel,” he retorted, pulling her closer to him.

“Will you forgive me?” She teased.

The door shut behind them.

“If you let me kiss you again.” He leaned towards her.

“I can even let you stay,” she whispered to his lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Barry.”

He wondered how much their relationship was going to change. She would still be his overprotective doctor and best friend. On the other hand, however, they would spend more time together, consisting of kissing, cuddling and other romantic stuff.

Their lips meet again.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Cait.”

Everything was going to be both the same and completely different.


The Princess’s Birthday *Neymar imagine* @xisabellaxo


~3 Weeks Ago 

As I pushed the cart through the aisle Neymar and the kids went wild throwing things in and playing with the items. Looking at the contents I chuckled, “You guys do realize that this party is for Amarie right?” I called out

The four boys stopped and turned towards me, “But Mae can’t we get this? Amarie likes it” Davi asked

I looked at him and chuckled, “I don’t think Amarie likes avengers baby” I said to him

Davi gave me a cheeky smile and placed it inside of the cart turning and running off with his other brothers. I shook my head, “Amarie what do you want?” I asked bending down to her height

She walked a little ways down before getting some of the pink little boas and bringing them back to me. And in her baby language she began talking, I chuckled placing a kiss on her cheek before putting them inside the cart along with the other things that the boys had wanted. 

After a while we finished inside of the party store with somethings that Davi, Julian, Miro , Amarie and Neymar wanted and then left. 


I looked around at the house and smiled, it literally only took 2 hours and everything was set and ready to go. The bounce houses were up, food and drinks set out, and the puppies put away. I sighed, everything was good and ready. 

“Y/N!” Neymar called out 

I turned around just as he came up to me, and I raised an eyebrow. “What happened?” I asked

Neymar sighed, “The boys won’t come out of the room” He said

I raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean they won’t come out of the room?” I repeated

Neymar chuckled, “Babe it’s meant just like it’s said” He said

“Alright let me go see what’s up?” I said going to head over to the bedroom door that was closed. Knocking on the door, I heard some shuffling later followed by talking. “Mae and Pai only care for Amarie” Miro said

“Yeah!” Davi and Julian said in union

“We’re important too” Davi said

“Do mae and pai not love us?” Julian asked

No one said anything, and I sighed opening the door. As soon as I pushed the door opened the boys looked at me and then shifted their eyes to the floor. “Hey boys” I said softly 

They didn’t say anything, and I sighed taking a seat on Miro’s bed and pulling him onto my lap. In which he crossed his arms, causing me to chuckle. “Are you guys really mad with Mae?” I asked

The three of them nodded their heads,  “Yes”Julian said

I pouted, “Can you tell me why?”

Julian sighed, “You like Amarie better” He said huffing

I gave him a little smile moving his hair from his face, “That’s not true Julian” 

The three nodded their heads, and you know what if it weren’t for the different hair colors and heights you would think they’re triplets by the way they move. 

I nodded my head, “It is true, Mae and Pai love all four of you the same” I said

“But-but how come you only by Marie treats and toys and not us?” Miro asked looking at me

I brushed his hair, “Amarie’s still a little baby, so she needs a lot of things. While you three are boys and Amarie’s big brothers that’s why we tend to give her a lot of things.” I explained

“So you do love us?” Davi asked

I chuckle and nodded, “Of course Pai and I love you guys. You’re very important to us and we didn’t mean to make it seem like we don’t love you guys okay” I said 

The boys nodded their heads, and I smiled. “Now where’s my hugs and kisses?”I asked and instantly I was attacked by various hugs and kisses, I smiled. “We love you too Mae” They said in union

I chuckled, “Great now let’s go celebrate Amarie’s birthday and have fun right?” I asked

Julian, Miro, and Davi cheered as they all ran out of the room to find Amarie and begin the long and fun day. When I exited the room, I stood next to Neymar and we watched the kids while speaking to one of Neymar’s cousins. 

“Wow I think this is the first time I’m meeting the kids and Amarie” He said

I chuckled, and right on que the four of them came over. I smiled, “Perfect timing I guess” I said 

Neymar chuckled, “Marco, this is Davi, Julian, Miro, and the Princess of the evening Amarie” He introduced

Marco smiled shaking the boys hands and smiling at Amarie, “Wow they all look so different, and they’re really well behaved” Marco said

I smiled, “Our kids are pretty great”

Draw the curtains
  • Nadia: Draw the curtains Julian <i>*posts a selfie on instagram*</i>
  • Julian: <i>*looks up from his thesis*</i> excuse me?
  • Nadia: I said, draw the curtains
  • Julian: <i>*stares at her before a mischievous smile forms on his face*</i>
  • Nadia: Well?
  • Julian: <i>*flips over a rejected draft and starts to sketch*</i>
  • Nadia: what are you doing
  • Julian: <i>im <b>drawing the curtains</b> what else</i>
  • Nadia:
  • Nadia:
  • Nadia: do you HAVE to drag me into your tasteless humour fine I'll do it myself
"Involuntary Reactions" by black_tea - Star Trek: DS9
Julian decides to create some mayhem, and Garak learns something new about the Human body
By Organization for Transformative Works

In which Julian discovers that he has a weakness that Garak doesn’t. Oh, well!


The Cardassian let go. “The Human body is very strange sometimes.” he commented. “Not that I find it objectionable, of course, when there are so many interesting… possibilities.” A smile slowly crept across his face, and Julian realized he had committed a grave mistake as the man quickly grabbed for him again.


Title: Involuntary Reactions
Author: black_tea
Year Posted: 2014
Approx. Word Count: 1,000
Chapters: 1
GB - Slash or Platonic: slash
My Rating (1-5): 3
Keywords: Fluff, Silly

anonymous asked:

Prompt: I remember seeing a post going around about Garak repairing Kukalaka, maybe something along those lines? Or Garak teasing Julian about his attachment to the toy, but he's secretly fond of it, maybe making sure the bear is well kept, or making clothes for him? I dunno, anything with Garak and Kukalaka, the fluffier the better!

I believe you’re talking about this post. If that’s the case, that’s awesome because I actually made that post. And it’s double awesome because I actually wrote a story based off that post already called Barely Together. It’s cute but also sad, so be prepared.

But I love Garak and Kukalaka stuff so I’m going to write another one. Plus I saw this fan art and I really wanted to write something based off of it.

Not So Lonely

“How could you carry such sentiment for an inanimate object?”

Garak had asked that when he picked up Kukalaka for the first time. Julian remember feeling hurt, almost betrayed, by the words and tone. But there were cultural differences between them. There were no doubt going to be some questioned motives and choices on both sides. So he explained, in a rather inflexible tone of his own, that Kukalaka was with him all his life and that he’d gone with him to the hospital when he was genetically engineered. Garak accepted that answer, though it was clear the Cardassian still didn’t quite understand.

“How is that bear of yours?”

It cut into conversation in random once, a few weeks later. Julian was jarred by it. He almost dropped his fork on the floor. But he’d answered, in an albeit puzzled tone, that Kukalaka was fine and still sitting on the shelf where Garak had left it.

“So you don’t make a habit of hugging your oldest companion?” Garak asked. “That really is such a shame, my dear.”

Julian carried Kukalaka to bed with him that night.

Kukalaka was mentioned in conversations periodically after that. It was never anything major; hints and sparks of polite conversation intermingled within their usually literary squabbles. Julian didn’t think much of it then but now that he considered these moments, he believed that there was something glistening in Garak’s eyes every time he spoke of his old companion.

Julian had been off the station for four days for a medical conference. He’d asked Kukalaka to hold down the fort while he was away. He doubt the stuffed bear would have to resort to any violent measures. In truth, the little thing could hardly lift a finger, let alone fight any being. If he had to fight, he was likely going to be destroyed. A rather heartbreaking concept. One that Julian suspected was far too real when he returned to his quarters and Kukalaka was absent from his spot on the shelf. His alarm, though, was quelled by the tiniest noise. One he’d heard before, during darkened nights when Garak was by his side and sleep was still too far away.

He slipped across the sitting room and peered into his bedroom. Garak was asleep on his bed, covers wrapped around him. Julian wasn’t sure how Garak got into his quarters. He wasn’t sure he cared. All that mattered to him was the fact that his darling Cardassian was asleep and Kukalaka was in his arms, the little bear giving just a small wave to Julian in earnest.

Julian crossed the room, placed his bag next to his bed, and gave the man a gentle shake. Garak’s eyes opened almost immediately and searched, almost frantically, before falling on him. Julian smiled.

“You’re home early, my dear,” Garak murmured, the surprise wiped from his face as that tired aura seeped back in.

“I didn’t want to stay another night,” Julian said. Garak’s hands reached for him. Kukalaka tumbled free. It lay abandoned but acknowledged at Garak’s side. Julian watched Kukalaka’s still form before looking back at Garak’s face.

“He was quite lonely,” Garak said, “And insisted that I keep him company while you were away.”

“Maybe he wasn’t the only lonely one,” Julian answered.

“Yes, I imagine you were quite lonely as well.”

A coy smile brushed onto Garak’s face. Julian shook his head as his smile grew. Then he let himself all into Garak’s arms and allowed the Cardassian to pull him under the covers. Julian salvaged Kukalaka and placed him between them, it’s tiny frame squished between them.

“You haven’t even changed your clothes, my dear,” Garak said. A kiss pressed against Julian’s forehead.

“It can wait until morning.”

Julian closed his eyes and snuggled into his partner while Kukalaka stayed poised between their arms.

anonymous asked:

I am slowly going though your star trek tag. There are so many jokes about Julian's bad fashion tastes, I am just imagining a scenario where Julian wears something fashionable and Garak is like,'where did get that?' and Julian is all 'it was a gift!' and then he continues to show up to lunch in new outfits and they look really good and Garak gets jealous each time he sees him because someone is dressing Julian in nice things so Garak starts making nice things for Julian. (1/2)

(2/2) But in the end it is revealed that Julian’s mom or something is the one sending him these clothes and Garak had no real reason to be jealous of this person. :P

You know what? This baby gets it’s own fic because it’s so delicious.


It started with a suit jacket. A nice, teal suit jacket that hugged Julian’s waist and flared at the bottom just enough to give the doctor a nice silhouette.

“Where did you ever get that?” Garak asked.

“It was a gift,” Julian said with a broad smile, “Do you like it?”

Oh, did Garak like it. He simultaneously wanted to devour the image of Julian in it and rip it off to get underneath the cloth at the same time. It wasn’t often that he felt that way. Usually, he wanted to toss Julian’s clothes out of disgust. The only exceptions were the clothes he made Julian himself – the agent suit, the piloting outfit, even that ridiculous viking costume. Now there was this jacket. This mysterious, teal jacket.

A jacket which was joined later by a pair of slacks and a white button-up, both as immaculately made. The fabric was nice, the stitches well done, the hems near perfection. It was infuriating. His doctor looked delightful and he hadn’t been responsible.

For a while, he thought the outfit was a fluke; a little joke that Julian had played on him. Maybe there was a sensible taste somewhere in that lanky frame after all. But then, after a week, that outfit was traded for another that was just as beautifully crafted. The blue button-up that was unbuttoned at the top was bad enough. Then the good doctor rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, dawned a beautifully crafted gray vest, and matched it with a pair of white pants that nearly danced on their own. Each piece seemed to seep life into the man like it’d never done before. Again, Garak wanted to soak up the image and strip Julian of his new wears.

“It was a gift,” Julian said. That same jovial tone was there. It was taunting him, just like the clothes were.

This continued for over a month. Sometimes the old outfits would resurface but then, out of nowhere, another would emerge that was as stunning as the previous ones. Each time, Garak fought between drinking up the image and ripping the clothes away. He tried to figure out who was making the clothes, but each search came up with nothing. Quark and Odo couldn’t even tell him anything about the matter. It was secret. That was infuriating enough. Then the doctor sat across from him at lunch or in his quarters beaming at him in an outfit Garak didn’t make and Garak thought he might just die of frustration. 

No. Garak could make Julian look better. In fact, he would. There was no reason why he shouldn’t. He was the best tailor on the station. Well, he was the only tailor on the station, but he was still the best. And Julian, his own boyfriend, couldn’t saunter around the station in someone else’s work and look more stunning than he had in anything Garak made. Absolutely not.

Garak got to work immediately.

Two weeks later, Garak thrust Julian into one of his changing rooms and handed him an outfit – a light brown blazer, a dark blue button up, and a pair of black slacks – and told him to change. Immediately. Julian was wearing his work uniform at the time, so Garak felt no remorse in asking the dear Doctor to strip. This was especially true when Julian emerged a few moments later in his tailored suit looking as handsome as ever. Garak nearly pounced on the man. Instead, he smiled.

“How is it?” he asked.

“I like it,” Julian answered, his jovial tone as pleasant as ever. He walked around and showed it off in his own little ways, dancing a sort of disjointed waltz.

“Good, it’s quite stunning,” Garak said.

“What’s the occasion?” Julian asked, looking over the outfit in a mirror again.

“I thought you could use something else that was flattering to your rather stunning body.”

Julian looked at him. There was a puzzlement flickering in his eyes. Then, something clicked. The doctor’s chin lifted and a small smile blossomed on his face.

“This is about the other outfits, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“It is,” Julian said, “You don’t actually like them, do you?”

“On the contrary,” Garak said, “I believe they are crafted well and very suiting.”

“Then why…?”

Julian’s voice died off. Those brown eyes blinked. The brain wheeled, stopped, registered, and let loose a smile that could have killed Garak if his heart wasn’t ready for it.

“You’re jealous.”

“I assure you, my dear, that is most definitely not the case.”

“But is it! I can go back to wearing my old clothes if–”

“Oh, please don’t. I will reserve any disdain I may have about those new clothes of yours so long as you resist putting the old ones back on.”

“So you are jealous.”

Garak frowned. It only made Julian’s smile grew.

“My mother will be glad to hear it.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Julian looked back at the mirror and fiddled with the jacket Garak crafted. The smile still illuminated his features.

“My mother made them. Since my father was sent away she’s been feeling lonely so we’ve been keeping in touch more. I said something about you not liking my clothes so she decided to make some for me. She asked me not to tell you, in case you didn’t like the clothes she makes. She’s not a tailor and she didn’t want to be judged by one.”

Julian’s mother. All this time it was Julian’s own mother. Now Garak felt rather silly. But, in a way, there was relief. He’d rather compete with Julian’s mother on flattering wear than any tailor in any other quadrant, especially when it came to Julian. And that also meant, no matter what Julian wore, he was surrounded in fabric made with love and care specially targeted for him. Garak smiled.

“Well, if you do tell her, also add that I’m certain you must have gotten your rather disreputable fashion sense from your father.”

Julian glared at him. There was still a smile lingering on the doctor’s face.

“I’m sure she’ll agree,” was all Julian said on the matter. That made Garak smile even more.

gleeful (8/28)

It was her son’s giggling that made her tear her eyes from the work she was doing on her laptop.

Their connecting flight to LAX had been delayed and delayed and delayed, irritating Katniss beyond belief.

Julian, however, didn’t seem to mind.

It was his first time flying and he’d been handling it wonderfully. He’d slept the entire duration of their first flight; the early departure was almost too much for Katniss, too, but she forced herself awake to finish a presentation she was due to give when they got back from Prim’s wedding.

When they got to the gate for their connecting flight, Julian had occupied himself with the shows Katniss had loaded up for him on her iPad, his coloring books, or one of the many story books he had crammed into his little rolling Spongebob backpack.

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anonymous asked:

10, Allenbert

10. ‘You nearly died’ kiss

Barry slowly blinks his eyes open, his vision blurred a bit as he sees the familiar figures of Cisco, Caitlin, Joe, and Iris looming over him. They let out relieved sighs and it makes Barry guilty for worrying them. 

“What’d I miss?” he asks, his voice hoarse as he lifts himself up on his elbows. Caitlin and Iris roll their eyes and Cisco is grinning at him. 

That’s when someone else is suddenly rushing to his side, wrapping their arms tight around him. “You bloody idiot,” the other mumbles and Barry can immediately recognize that annoying accent anywhere. 

“Julian…?” Barry says, confused as to why the other man has him in a rather tight grip. They’ve been getting along lately, but he had no idea they’re now up to affectionate hugs. “Wh-what are you…” 

Julian lets out a huff, staring into Barry’s eyes for a long moment. Have Julian’s eyes always been this pretty? Barry wonders to himself, feeling a flutter in his chest. And then–

Suddenly Julian has his lips against Barry’s, soft and gentle but urgent. Oh, okay…this is happening now. But it’s…actually pretty nice and he doesn’t even care that there are several other people in the room.

“Don’t you scare me like that again, Allen,” Julian says, finally pulling away a bit just to playfully punch Barry in the shoulder. “How stupid are you, honestly? You nearly died!” 

Barry’s face is flushed, unable to stop the smile from appearing on his face, which apparently only makes Julian seem more frustrated. 

“You had me worried sick,” he continues, and at this point, it’s just the two of them in the room. “We go after a bloody metahuman, I turn around–and you’re not there and suddenly I find you unconscious! What, did you think you could take that thing down on your own? Honestly, how can you be so–”

“Julian.” Barry’s voice is still hoarse but his tone is firm, his smile never fading. 

And Julian does stop rambling, biting onto his bottom lip as the tips of his ears go pink. “What is it, Allen?”

“…Kiss me again.” 

Julian hesitantly obeys, leaning back in for another kiss. Maybe Barry would have to “nearly die” more often now if he could have this.

Grocery Run

Summary: You have a child from another relationship, but the father is out of the picture. You lose your child in a grocery store, which Ashton so happens to be at as well.

“Captain Crunch or Frosted Flakes?” I asked my son, looking at both cereal boxes in my hands.

When he didn’t answer, I looked up. I saw that he was no longer beside me, and I spun around to spot him by the fruit roll ups that I said he couldn’t get earlier. Still, he was nowhere in sight. My heart accelerated, and I began to panic.

“Julian?!” I shouted, walking from aisle to aisle. “Julian!”

Words could not describe the fear crawling within me. It seemed to heighten every since his father left us. No warning…just gone. I was way more protective and alert than I used to be. Clearly, I just had a problem keeping him next to me. I never felt such a profound trepidation like I feel now. If anything ever happened to him I would never be able to live with myself let alone forgive myself.


I stopped shouting as soon as I saw him next to the sports aisle. He was talking animatedly to some guy by the soccer balls. I let out a relieved sigh, but my instincts were riled right back up as I took in the mysterious man chatting nonchalantly with my son. He had wild curly brown hair. His height nearly scared me, but I recovered quickly. He had many handsome features such as his smile and biceps on full display with his muscle tee.

I was knocked out of my reverie when Julian laughed, clutching his stomach. I took in his joyful face. It had been awhile since he was this happy. I rushed to him and spun him around to face me.

“Julian, what the hell were you thinking running off like that?! I almost had a heart attack looking for you. Why did you run off?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to look at the soccer ball. Ashton told me all about how to get a good kick into the goalie.”

“Who is Ashton?” I asked, kneeling to check him for any injuries or the like. You could never be too sure in these instances.

The guy spoke, “That’s me.”

I stood to really take him in. He looked a whole lot better close up. “I’m so sorry to have him bother you. You know kids; you can’t keep track of the little suckers. I’m Y/N.”

He chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. He’s a good kid. I’m Ashton.”
Ashton. I liked it, and I even liked the way my name flew right off his tongue. “Thank you. Well, we have to get going now.”

His smile faded, but he was still grinning lightly. “Oh, okay. Do you need a hand?”

“No, we’ll be fine. Thanks though.”

“Bye, Ashton.” Julian said, pouting.

“Hopefully, I’ll see ya around little man. I’m hoping to see you too, Y/N. I hope that’s not too ambitious.” He exclaimed, a flirtatious smile crossing his face.

I bit my lip, looking at Julian. He watched the two of us interact in genuine curiosity. “It might be, but it might not be. Only time will tell.”

And honestly, only time would tell. I had Julian to think about. I couldn’t risk allowing another guy into his life only for him to walk out unexpectedly. I couldn’t let him get his hopes up again, but I couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach when we talked or the palpitations in my heart when he looked at me that way. In the way that said he wanted more than a grocery store run, but in a way that said he wanted something to blossom between the two of us.