these caps ahhhh

Got tagged by: @shin-holly

Thank you for the tag, my friend. ^^

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Single… I’ll stay that way. XD

Favorite colors: Red. Although any color is fine too… yeah, even pink. It maybe girly (for me at least) but it’s still a color. ^^’

Lipstick or chapstick: No. Arceus. No. (I’m sorry.)

Last song you listened to: N’s Farewell theme - Pokemon Black/White

Last Movie you watched: Supposed to be Hachiko: A dog’s story, but I didn’t get to finish rewatching it all. In terms of rewatching it all, then it’s definitely Doctor Strange. When it comes to new films I just watched… definitely Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2. I AM GROOT. X3

Top 3 shows: I hardly watch some show nowadays but here they are just in case: Phineas and Ferb, Gravity Falls and Steven Universe

Top 3 characters: Red, Ruby and Sapphire (all from Pokespe. Wait… is it in different fandoms? ^^’)

Top 3 ships: Franticshipping, NaruHina and Ruby and Sapphire from Steven Universe (I forgot their ship name. I’m sorry. T-T)

Books I am currently reading: Rereading the GSC chapters of Pokespe

And to tag these awesome people: @fallan-angel, @its-eeveechu, @gresh113, @sporadicbrainwavesbrainfades, @yandereconfirmed155, @imdcathsmeow, @sapphiredragonprincess and to anyone who wants to do it. ^^

Territorial Jealous [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: COULD YOU DO AN EVIL! BARRY IMAGINE WITH HIM AND THE READER AND WALKING TO THE PARK OR SOMETHING AND THE READER GETS JEALOUS AND SHE GRABS BARRY’S JAW WHILE LOOKING AT THE GIRLS A D KISSES HIM AND THEN AFTER BARRY STARTS TO TEAS HER LIKE YOU’RE JEALOUS’ I AM NOT JEALOUS I AM TERRITORIAL JEALOUS IS WHEN YOU AND SOMETHING YOU CAN’T HAVE AND TERRITORIAL IS PROTECTING WHAT IS YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE JUST LIKE I AM YOURS

a/n: WHY IS IT ALL IN CAPS AHHHH…er, request evil and/or earth 2 Barry? or other characters


Wind sways the empty branches of the trees, dancing around your Adidas high tops while your fingers hang loosely on Barry’s. The colors of the sunset mix between a vibrant pink and a soft pastel purple, fading into a deep ocean of blue. His famous black and white checkered slip on Vans take each step carefully, mindful of the patches of ice coating the sidewalk.

He smirks at group of girls holding their Starbucks drinks and looks up at the sky, swinging your pinky in his. Barry isn’t one for PDA - in fact, he shouldn’t be out in public since he’s a wanted criminal - and you know this. Yet, when you hear one of the girls whisper that she wants to ‘get inside his pants’, you can’t control yourself.

You tug on his red flannel, causing him to halt, gazing dopily down at you; eyelids half closed in a daze and a sleepy smirk. Grabbing his jaw, you glance at the group of girls as you latch your lips on his, sucking and trailing your tongue over his bottom lip. The fabric of his black gloves comes into contact with your rosey, cold cheeks, his thumb rubbing on your skin.

He moans and goes to pull away but you reject his request, yanking his mouth back to yours. His lips pucker against your own, creating small incoherent moans that get louder with each movement. Again, he attempts to detach you, only to be met by another savory kiss. This is turning into a full-on makeout session.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the group of girls scoff and walk away, finally understanding. His now red lips curl into a smirk and you take a breath, nose touching his. “If I knew you were this jealous, babydoll, we coulda done so much better.” he winks, pawing at your waist. A gust of wind blows, whipping your hair to one side; the ruby red paisley bandana sways behind Barry, hanging halfway out of his back skinny jeans pocket.

Your eyes squint at him and you tug on your North Face jacket. “I’m not jealous.” you grumble defensively, leaning on your toes to reach his hat. Curling your fingers around his dark gray Neff beanie, you fix it so a small fluff of his light brown hair shows; he raises an eyebrow. “I’m territorial jealous. There’s a difference.”

“Territorial jealous, eh?” he muses, puckering his lips while his brain processes that. “Sounds fake but okay. If you say so, babydoll.” he shrugs, flexing his hands around your body. It’s getting really cold; his joints are starting to tense. He should get back to the safe house, he doesn’t need the speed force to tell him that.

The wind picks up, blowing through the bare trees, creating a howl. “It’s protecting what’s yours.” You roll your eyes, pressing your body to his. There’s a similar gleam of mischief apparent in his seafoam orbs as he peers down at you. “And I’m yours and you’re mine. End of story.” you grumble, clutching his torso.

He chuckles, continuing to walk, “That I am, babydoll. That I am.”