The first time you see him, you don’t. Instead, you see a streak of red and the flourish of papers caught in a newfound whirlwind down the street as your jacket ripples by your waist and your hair flutters out of place. You pause to re-arrange your hair and straighten your jacket and the streak known as the Flash is long gone, then you continue down the street. murmuring“Go Flash go,” to yourself as a quiet cheer to Central City’s scarlet speedster.
Request: i adore you for busting out all these oneshots like a boss so thank you so very much; can i request one where the reader (who’s a tiny bit like harley quinn) and evil!barry just like robbed a bank or something and the reader is ecstatic like “shoot we’re gonna be rich” and they’re just having an evil couple moment in front of the cops (bonus points if team flash is watching this like ‘wtf’)
a/n: bless my soul
You and Barry are a match made in heaven. Okay, maybe not heaven, but you are quite the pair. Ever since The Flash went rogue, you have been by his side, planning heists and stealing precious items. What was really fun though, what really peaks your interest, is robbing banks.
Laughter fills the steel vault as Barry shoves the stacks of money in the duffel bags. “Babydoll, you need to be quiet! The cops are outside!“ he chokes on his chuckles, shaking his head; the longer than usual brown hair flopping. He hands you bag, scruff outlining his sick grin.
Peeking inside, you giggle, zipping up the cash. You beam at him, jumping slightly in excitement. “Shoot, we’re gonna be rich!” you rejoice, voice higher than it normally is. Tossing the bag over your shoulder, you adjust your tight half red/half black crop top, noticing that a cop has been watching you the whole time. “Aw, Big B, we gotta peeper!“ you pout at Barry, pointing across the room.
“Oh, oh, that won’t do…” Barry snarls, scratching his scruff slowly. “That won’t do…” His red boots click on the tile of the bank’s main area, sashaying towards the cop holding a gun. “Joe! Fancy meeting you here! Did you meet my babydoll yet?“ he ponders in a sultry tone, raising an eyebrow.
You step forward, slinging a leather clad arm over his broad chest, balling his dark green cotton sweater in your fists. “Who’s this, puddin’?” you purr in his ear, pressing your chest to his back. Barry muscles relax, feeling your body against his. Damn, he loves feeling your body on his so much.
The man stares at the two of you, tears brimming his dark brown eyes. He raises a hand to his ear, pressing the small com with his pointer finger. “Cisco, are you getting all this?“ he quivers, focus never leaving Barry’s smug face. He notices the makings of a goatee beginning to form and the mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.
“Holy shit, is that Barry?” Cisco shouts, scrutinizing the computer screen with a lollipop in his lips. “It is! Caitlin! It’s - what the fuck!“ he gulps, enhancing the audio while Caitlin gasps.
Barry laughs evilly, bending over and grabbing the bag. He peers at you, hand flying towards the man, “Babydoll, meet my foster father, Joe. Joe, meet my…Babydoll, Y/N.” You wave at Joe, giving him a deceitful smile. “I’d love to stay and chat, but-“ he pauses, letting you push his hair back from his forehead. “Need to run.” he winks, hoisting your legs up his waist.
Meanwhile, at S.T.A.R. Labs, Cisco gazes at Caitlin while a flash of lightning appears. “Um…What just happened here?“ Caitlin mutters.
“Classic case of the famous Joker and Harley Quinn.”
Summary: After Barry changes the timeline and saves his mother, he discovers a huge aspect of his life has changed, maybe for the better. (Set after the finale of Season 2)
Universe: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader
A/N: !!!! I can’t link the other parts but if you’d like to read them, just go to my page :) !!!!! Hi!! This is the last part and I’m sorry if it’s disappointing but I really didn’t know what to do from here. When something is in //-// it is a memory (I sadly don’t have access to italics right now.) Thank you so much for all the support on this fic, it’s been amazing. Love you all!!
Wherever you need to go, whatever you need to do, do it. And when you get back, I’ll be here. - Iris West, The Flash Season 2
You shake your head, taking a sip of the fresh coffee and heading to your car. You needed to go see Felicity.
You didn’t know him, you didn’t. You could swear on your grave that you’d never encountered him before, so where had all these memories suddenly popped up from?
Is that what they were? Memories? Those images of you and him on the bed, watching movies and kissing. The one of him down on one knee, a velvet box in hand. Figments of the imagination, must be.
You clear your head and begin to drive, try to do anything besides think of the green eyed beauty and the pictures flashing through your head.
You park on the street and quickly enter the building, making your way upstairs to where Felicity was. You visited her every so often so it wasn’t strange to be here, you didn’t wonder why she wanted to talk.
“Felicity!” You call, and you hear her hiss something to someone.
“She’s here, so shut up and don’t freak her out!” Her voice says, and you smile a bit because she can be so, well, Felicity sometimes.
As you enter the room, she greets you with a hug, and you see a man with long black hair swirling in her chair.
“Cisco Ramon.” He smiles toothily, a lollipop in his mouth.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You respond kindly, and you swear you hear him mutter something along the lines of “Trust me, I know.”
Felicity begins to rant as usual, filling you in on things and how life had been but you lose your focus when you see the tall, brown haired man in the room next door, the glass walls giving him away.
“Felicity,” you interrupt her and she looks at you curiously, “who is that?”
She looks at Cisco and back at you, over and over, this wave of freak out settling into her features, “Uh um, that’s Barry Allen. A friend from Central City.”
“He was at the coffee shop…” your whisper is soft and the end of your sentence completely disappears as you begin to walk towards the room.
Felicity and Cisco are panicked, not knowing whether what was about to happen next was exactly good or not, but they can’t seem to figure out what to do and let you go.
“Barry,” you choke his name out, a scene of him saying ‘I love you.’ playing through your head. He looks up at you from the gadget he was fiddling with, and lets out a heavy breath.
Every time he saw you, he felt like all the oxygen had been wiped out of his cells, like he couldn’t breathe, for you had taken all the air away. You were so beautiful, through and through, and he couldn’t let go of you.
“Y/N.” He says, his facial features are soft as you approach him and you stand there, maybe a foot in between you too, and he looks at his hands, not knowing what to do, what to say, how to explain himself.
Felicity and he had decided that maybe you two could start over, that telling you that he was the Flash and explaining it all was too much and would probably scare you away.
You don’t know what compels you to do it, you feel a bit insane as you lightly rest your hand on his face, taking a deep breath at another event occurring in your brain.
//“You don’t understand, Y/N. If I go, I’m never going to be able to come back.”//
He places his large hand over yours, his skin a bit rough but very warm, bringing you out of the memory.
His touch elicits image after image, scene after scene. Long kisses and pancake breakfasts, burnt bacon and days spent shopping, falling asleep at night with the television on, putting his broken pieces back together.
You can see it in his eyes, in the way he breathes and how he looks at you.
He loves you, and you take the realization with a hit, stepping back, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
“Y/N.” He says kindly, placing his hand on your waist to steady you, his eyes studying your face.
//“What? Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful girl?”//
Your breathing is hitched and you really don’t know what to think.
“Barry,” you begin, running your fingers through your hair, “I don’t know you. I’m not supposed to know you I mean, but I keep- I keep getting these memories of you. Memories we never even made, I mean how could we have I’ve never even seen you before.” And you know you’re rambling but the way he looks tells you that there is so much you don’t know, and it’s easy to see that he is debating on whether to lie or not. “Tell me.” You demand, catching him off guard. “Tell me what happened, why this is all happening to me, to us.”
He ushers you to come sit with him, insisting that it’ll take time to explain and understand.
You listen intently, and the scientific mind in you is amazed at the some of the wonders of his story, wonders that science hasn’t been able to keep up with or explain yet.
He keeps running his fingers through his hair, afraid that you’ll find him insane, that fear tripled when you interrupted him with shock as he explained the engagement portion. But when he finishes, he’s surprised at how calm your demeanor is.
Your mind is moving at a million miles per second, sorting through memories, this timeline and that, trying to wrap your head around it all.
“I know it’s crazy,” he whispers, “but please believe me.” And there is this begging in his voice, that brings you to another memory.
//“And when you’re done, come home to me.”//
“Barry,” he looks back up at you, his nails digging into his arm, “although, of course, it sounds absolutely insane, and I know I’ve never met you before, this huge piece of me keeps telling me to believe you. And I do. I do.” He looks so hopeful then, so happy. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do from here. Where we’re supposed to go, but all that matters to me is that you kept your promise.” He looks at you, confusion evident in him.
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“Barry,” you speak in a breathless way, a smile setting in your face as his hand tightens around yours, “you came back to me.”
Felicity and Cisco watch as the smiles on both your faces grow and he pulls you into a hug.
“He got so lucky. Never thought she’d believe him.” Cisco says, throwing the stick of his lollipop away.
But Felicity just smiles, staring at them. “That’s the thing about love, Cisco. No matter what Earth you’re on, what timeline you’re in, love follows you. They were always supposed to be together, the universe had a clear way of revealing that to Barry. And when the universe wants something to happen,” her voice is soft as she watches you laugh at something stupid he has said, “it does.”
He’s never seen something so beautiful. Someone so beautiful.
Barry stares through the tiny window in the door to the dance class, and is captivated by the girl inside. How she moves, how she twists, how she stands. She’s grace, personified; something like one of the goddesses he read about in English last semester. Or maybe one of the Muses. He never was that great with Greek mythology.
She spins, then, a blur of pink and brown, and before she can really slow down, she’s moving again, running slightly before leaping into the air with her arms high above her head. She pauses as she lands, and looks at herself in the mirror, contemplating something before doing those few moves again.
Barry wonders what she’s practicing for. What she thinks, when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirrored wall. She has to know that she’s perfect, doesn’t she? That everything she’s doing, all of the points and turns and leaps, are perfect. To him, at least.
He can barely hear the music over the sound of his own heart in his ears, thudding as he stares at her. He doesn’t even register when it ends, only noticing that she takes a deep breath.
Fuck. He turns around, and sees Cisco standing there in his band uniform.
“Mr. Wilkins sent me out here to look for you,” Cisco explains. “Um. What’re you doing out here?” Barry tries his best to move so Cisco can’t see inside of the room, but he can’t keep the music from starting up again. Had it always been so loud?
“Nothing,” Barry says. “I was just, ah. You know. Looking for the, um. The, well, you know. The thing. The thing I was supposed to be looking for.”
AU: Iris West is an ace reporter out to reveal Barry Allen’s secret after she discovers he’s the Flash.
Barry is a creature of habit. He has a routine that he rarely deters from unless he’s called upon. Where the Flash is exciting and unpredictable, zipping from one end of the city to another in the blink of an eye, Barry Allen goes to work in the mornings and STAR Labs in the evenings with an occasional visit to Jitters.
Iris plans it perfectly, then. It’s early Thursday morning that she lingers by the condiments table and waits for Barry to walk in. She knows he comes to Jitters at 8:00 AM today, like he has for the last two weeks. He’ll stumble in, wearing that checkered button-up and sweater outfit he likes so much, and mutter about being late.
He’s always late, and Iris can forgive the irony of it because he still manages to hold the door open for others and let little old ladies cut him in line. She finds herself smiling in thought at how one elderly woman even offered a piece of chocolate from her purse for his kindness.
Len walks into Saints and Sinners only to be ambushed by his sister before he can get to the bar. The place is crowded, granted Len usually gets to the bar after his night shift so he’s never been here when the bouncer actually gives a crap. Must be the event that Lisa frantically texted at him as an emergency situation to attend.
“There you are!” says Lisa, hooking her left arm between his right one as she guided him to the crowded tables. “I need to fill tables,” Lisa continues as Len finally sees the banner over the dance floor proclaiming an exclusive speed dating event.
“Hell no!” says Len as he tries to get out of his sister’s iron grip.
“This is the only event Mardon let me plan. And I’m not letting Shawna’s karaoke night make more money. You owe me, Len,” Lisa says with big doe eyes. For the life of him, Len’s resolve waves enough for Lisa to kick out a chair from a free table. “Now play nice with the other boys.”
She slaps a name tag on Len’s chest and pushes him into the empty chair.
“And for god’s sake, smile. You look like an ice cube.”
Before he had time to come up with a witty response, Lisa was already on the other side of the bar conferring with the DJ - Cisco Ramon - a guy Len had caught mooning over Lisa numerous times.
Len was ready to leave this train-wreck of an evening. Tonight was supposed to be his night off. It wasn’t until Lisa blew a shrill whistle that a stream of men and women started joining the tables around Len by little numbered cards. Lisa waltzed by and shot her brother another withering look when he made a move to get back up. Slumping back down into his chair, Len closed his eyes in frustration.
The chair opposite him scrapped across the floor as someone settled into it. Len opened his eyes to a young man with bright green eyes and a hesitant smile. The best adjective for him would be cute. Damn, Len had a weakness for cute.
“Uh, hi? I’m Barry. Um, Barry Allen,” the man says in a rush, like he took a personal incentive to the speed part of this event. “Was that too fast? I think it was. I’m new at this. Cisco needed an extra body for this. You can just mark me down as a hard pass. I’ll understand.”
Len couldn’t help it. He was charmed.
“And why would I do that, Barry?” he drawls. “We’ve only just met.”
Len didn’t think anyone could blush that much but he was seriously wondering how low did Barry Allen’s skin flush and if he’d let Len see.
It’s Iris’s first big assignment for the CCPN and she is running the
risk of literally being left standing in the rain thanks to the
unpredictable weather - when a kind (and cute) stranger comes to Iris’s
rescue and saves her day.
West was standing at the
bus stop, sending a warning glare towards the very dark, very cloudy
sky. “Don’t you dare raining today,” she muttered under her
breath, feeling both irritated and anxious. Today was the day of
Iris’s first big assignment as a journalist of Central City Picture
News. She had started out as a mere intern, her main task getting the
‘real’ journalists of CCPN their coffees and – yeah, that pretty
much had been it (after all, people were busy and couldn’t be
bothered to answer the trivial questions of an
intern). They soon found out that Iris wasn’t one to back
down; she had annoyed the heck out of the staff by pestering them
with questions (well-thought-out, important questions, mind you,
while also being mindful enough not to keep anyone from getting their
job done in addition to carrying out the tasks assigned to her –
like getting coffee and files). In the end, her “pesky behavior”
– as Iris’s mentor Mason Bridge liked
to call it– paid off: after her internship Iris got offered
a job at CCPN. She had spent the first months of her employment
writing small stuff for
whenever the newspaper needed a filler article and while that on its
own was often very frustrating and unrewarding, Iris was determined
to make use of every chance she got offered to prove her worth. And
now that she had finally been assigned a real story (covering the
re-election of Mayor Bellows), she was at risk of looking like a
drowned rat by the time she was going to arrive at City Hall –
because Iris had forgotten to pack an umbrella.
weather,” the journalist growled lowly, angry at herself for being
ill-prepared and angry at those dark gray, water-heavy clouds above
her head that had turned up without so much as a warning (yesterday’s
weather forecast hadn’t mentioned stupid rain at all).
single rain drop landed on Iris’s nose.
the drizzle could turn into a full-fledged rain shower, the bus that
was to take Iris to the city center turned into the street and came
to a halt. The journalist hastily got on the bus. As soon as she had
hopped on board, the rain was coming down in buckets.
maybe the rain is going to ebb down before I have to get off… or
it’s just a shower and will stop soon altogether,’ Iris reasoned,
trying to think positively. The
rain drops drummed with even more force and a more erratic rhythm
against the bus windows.
Iris sank deeper and deeper into her seat close to the door,
carefully avoiding the drenched people boarding the bus and the
dripping wet umbrellas that were hauled around (not that her effort
to stay dry would matter later when she was going to get off her
destination, she realized grimly).
final bus stop was on next and it was still raining like crazy.
Sighing, Iris gathered her bag (glad that it was water-proof bag and
could be zipped closed; at least her notes weren’t going to get wet),
maneuvering around rain jackets (of the prepared) as well as damp
arms and dripping hair (of the unprepared). Iris stood at the door,
waiting for the bus to come to a full stop, a (dry) tall young man
next to her. He was clutching a big red umbrella close to his body,
the water running down the umbrella dripping down on his worn out
horrific weather really came out of nowhere today, huh?” He said
conversationally, giving Iris a bashful smile.
was all the response Iris could muster, pulling her face into an
expression that must have come across as a pained smile, because
immediately after that, the stranger
examined her more thoroughly, suddenly becoming aware of
Iris’s lack of protection from the elements.
he began apologetically, realizing his blunder. Before he could say
any more, the bus doors opened.
a deep breath, Iris hopped off the bus, barely
navigating around the big puddle awaiting her outside. The
first few rain drops were hitting her hair and skin, big and cool and
heard an umbrella pop open behind her. The sound was followed by a
nervous, “um, hey, excuse me?”
turned around, seeing the tall young man
who had tried to strike up a conversation with her, smiling
sheepishly. Iris noticed that he was currently holding the big, red
umbrella very awkwardly in a sweet attempt at covering them
both from the cascades of rain still coming down from the heavens,
despite them standing fairly far apart.
Iris asked, taking a step closer to the stranger, so he could at
least get a more comfortable grip.
he muttered, a faint blush blossoming on his face.
couldn’t help but notice that he was kind of cute, with his boyish
looks and pretty green eyes, framed by unfairly long lashes.
no matter how cute the guy was, Iris had a conference to get to and
the sooner she made her way to City Hall, the more likely was she
going to have a chance of getting herself at least decently dry
before Bellows was going to make his speech.
she repeated, with a little more urgency this time.
um, I’m sorry for – I didn’t realize…” Umbrella-dude was
gesticulating frantically, stumbling over his words.
“It’s okay,” Iris
reassured him, strangely touched by his awkward stammering. “Not
all of us can be perfect boy scouts,” she added teasingly, nodding
at his umbrella, “always prepared, huh?”
guy gave Iris a bright smile, ducking his head shyly. Gosh, he really
was cute. And Iris
needed to get going.
um, I’ve got to go… I have to get to City Hall for the press
conference and well, I’m from the press, so… Wouldn’t want to mess
up my first big assignment, right?” Oh God, why was she babbling
like a complete idiot now?!
yeah, of course, I didn’t mean to keep you, sorry,” Boy Scout
started gesticulating wildly again. “Oh, and here, take this,”
he added as an afterthought, practically shoving his umbrella into
dumbly stared at the umbrella in her hand, then at the guy who had
given it to her, before she finally finding her voice again: “What?
No, I couldn’t-”
Boy Scout simply waved her protest aside: “It’s no big deal,
really. I just have, like, two blocks ahead of me and then I’ll be
safe at work, so no problem,” he gave Iris a reassuring smile,
before hastily adding: “Oh and good luck with your assignment, I’m
sure you’re gonna do great, bye!”
with that, he turned around, hurrying down the street
kept staring at his retreating figure, completely befuddled. The rain
was still pouring down like crazy, drumming angrily on the bright red
fabric of Boy Scout’s umbrella. Iris couldn’t fight the wide smile
forming on her face, the realization of what had just happened slowly
took her a few minutes until she finally snapped out of her reverie
and made her way to City Hall.
following Tuesday was yet another rainy day. It was 7 p.m. and
someone with a bright red umbrella was standing on the front porch of
door opened and Detective Joe West appeared in the doorway, smiling
at his visitor: “Oh man, it’s really coming down this week, isn’t
it? Come in, baby.”
gave her father a bright smile, always happy to see him for their
weekly family dinner.
entered the house, closing the umbrella she had been carrying around
with her ever since a cute, adorable stranger had given it to her in
time of need, putting it in the umbrella stand right by the front
door. The journalist would never have admitted it out loud, but she
had actually considered trying to find Boy Scout again.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have too many clues to go from: all she
knew was that he had a job somewhere close to City Hall and that his
first name probably began with either a “B” or a “D” and that
his surname was something like “Allan” or “Allen” (at least
that is what she could make out from that sloppy scrawl on the
umbrella’s tag). Iris knew that a Google search could probably help
her out a lot, but it felt like a creepy thing to do (not that
spending almost half an hour trying to decipher almost illegible
handwriting wasn’t any less creepy or pathetic). But Iris wasn’t that
desperate. At least not yet.
heavenly smell of her dad’s homemade lasagna that wafted from the
kitchen, as well as the clamorous arrival of Wally, who had still
been out due to one of his later college classes, startled Iris out
of her musings. With her energetic little brother in the house, the
evening immediately turned into an endless string of teasing and
joking around, effectively distracting Iris from her thoughts about
tall cute strangers with pretty eyes.
enough, it was her Dad that brought (albeit
unknowingly) Boy Scout back to Iris’s attention, when he began
telling a story about “that tardy CSI Allen-kid” during dessert.
perked up her ears: “Allen-kid?”
now did the journalist realize that her father’s precinct was pretty
much about two blocks away from the bus stop she had met her Boy
this “Allen-kid”’s first name now started with either a “B”
kid’s a brilliant forensic scientist but heaven forbid he actually
arrives at the precinct or a crime scene on time! That
tardiness of his drives Singh absolutely mad… Last Wednesday Allen
arrived fifteen minutes late, completely drenched from the rain,
looking like he had swum to work or something,” Joe was about to
conclude his story, before adding, incredulously: “He was in a
surprisingly great mood though.”
weird.” Iris remarked casually, eyes trained solely on the cherry
in her fruit salad she was about to spear with her fork, hoping that
her dad and brother weren’t able to notice the blush she was fighting
day, during her lunch break, Iris gathered up her courage and Barry
Allen’s red umbrella and made her way to the CCPD. She was greeted by
a few officers of the precinct and asked her way to the CSI lab
upstairs while making sure to avoid her dad (Iris wasn’t naive enough
to think that she could outsmart the Detective West; and she
wasn’t ready to face the interrogation
that would undoubtedly follow revealing the reason why she was
actually dropping by; she was nervous enough at it was).
didn’t take the journalist long to climb the stairs that led her to
the open door of the crime lab. Iris peeked inside to find her Boy
Scout – Barry Allen – seated by a desk, studying something under
in a deep breath, Iris knocked on the metal door and carefully enter
the room with an upbeat “Hi!”
forensic scientist’s head snapped up from the ocular, green eyes
widening with surprise as they took her in.
Hi.” The CSI greeted her, blinking furiously like he couldn’t
really believe she was actually there. “How come… So, you just
happened to… Um… You’re here. In my lab.” He spluttered
nervously, clambering to his feet.
couldn’t help her cheeky reply: “A very astute observation, CSI
scientist blushed furiously.
just… I didn’t expect you to turn up here – though it’s nice to
see you! And, um, what brings you here?”
was amused to see him gesticulating wildly again; the way he was
talking with his hands was kind of endearing: “Just wanted to
return your umbrella – thank you so much for lending it to me,”
she smiled up brightly at him (he was really tall), while handing
over the umbrella, “you really saved my day.”
CSI blushed slightly, dismissively waving his empty
hand: “It was nothing, really.”
eyed her curiously, “You could have kept it, I didn’t expect you to
give it back – hey, how did you find me, anyway?”
couldn’t fight the grin blossoming on her face: “I’m a journalist,
remember? Also, you did write your name on the tag, so that
look on the scientist’s face was absolutely priceless.
right… you could read that?”
couldn’t help but laugh at his obvious surprise: “Just barely. I
pity the poor detectives that actually have to decipher your
a daily struggle,” the CSI replied gravely, the apparent smile
tugging at the corner of his lips betraying the (fake-)serious tone
in his voice.
can imagine – I wasn’t sure if that first initial was supposed to
be a “B” or an “D”…”
forensic scientist looked at Iris in amazement: “And you figured
out who I was and where to find me simply from my nearly illegible
quite,” Iris admitted, “ I had figured out your last name and
then my dad actually mentioned
your name during dinner yesterday – he’s a cop,” Iris explained,
“ and I realized that the precinct is about two blocks away from
the bus station – so here I am.”
Boy Scout muttered under his breath, concentrated look on his face,
“- so you’re Detective West’s daughter?”
I am,” Iris confirmed
laughingly, holding out her hand for him to shake, “great solve,
went along with her
gesture, assuring her
that “Barry works just fine.”
journalist nodded in acknowledgment, then introduced herself as
you really just came by to return the umbrella, or…?”
time it was Iris’s turn to blush. “I
don’t know…” She averted her eyes, unable to bring herself
to meet his – she hadn’t really dared to figure out why she had so
desperately wanted to return that umbrella to Boy Scout – Barry –
just now became acutely aware of how ridiculous her plan (if you
could even call it a plan) had been: all it had accomplished was that
she had utterly embarrassed herself in front of a guy who just was
read your article.”
Iris said unintelligibly, raising her gaze to look at a sheepishly
looking Barry Allen.
read your article,” he repeated, nervously rubbing the back of his
neck with his free hand, “ I mean, I didn’t know your name yet, so
I just read about every article that covered Bellows’ re-election;
and in case I didn’t read it, I certainly will look it up now – but
I really wanted to read your article.”
looked so nervous, wringing the umbrella he was still holding with
fumbling hands while
also wearing a tentative, hopeful expression on his face. Iris’s
heart fluttered at the sight.
really sweet of you.”
The CSI asked tentatively, a small smile stealing its way unto his
face before he ducked his head again, slightly blushing
Barry Allen really was just too adorable for his own good…
had an idea: “Hey, I was going to go grab some lunch before I have
to head back to the CCPN… Do you wanna join me?
question was met with a beaming smile by Barry: “That actually
sounds really great.”
quickly grabbed the jacket that was draped over the chair by his
desk, shrugging it on. The two of them were just turning around to
leave, when the sudden sound of rain pelting against the lab windows
caught both their
unexpected rain shower.
Iris stared at the window: “Unbelievable.”
guess you didn’t bring another umbrella?” Barry asked
teasingly, before offering: “We can share mine.”
smiled. It felt kinda appropriate.
like a plan,” she said happily, giving Barry’s arm a brief tug,
ready to head out: “let’s go then.”
Could you do a Snowbarry gamer AU where Caitlin and Barry are both serious gamers who play online (and often with each other)... and then meet up by happenstance at a games convention?? (Even better if all this time Barry had assumed Caitlin was a guy because of her gender neutral penname?) I'd love you foreva!!!
Note: I don’t really know how these game convention works since I’ve never been an online gamer myself, but let’s see if I can tackle this anyways :)
He knows he kind of just met Cisco, but it beats going to the convention alone.
And it’s not like he’s just met, met Cisco. They’ve known each other for like, two months now, and they talk constantly while online. Cisco’s no stranger. And it helps that he’s got a car. (Apparently his relatives are rich, so while he doesn’t look like the part, Cisco definitely has all the gadgets to toy around with, which is super cool.) Plus, he secretly checks the guy out through Joe, and he knows Cisco’s mostly clean.
So, he didn’t go the convention alone. Which was awesome, because it was his first time since he started playing like eighteen months ago (apparently he got the skill and people are actually paying him attention) and he didn’t want to go and stagger around like an idiot hence exposing himself like a sore thumb. He contemplated asking Iris out, but he knew they’d ended walking out of the convention not more than three hours later because she’d be hungry or something and they’re never gonna come back ‘cause she’d always have this persuasion to convince him to drive them to wherever she wanted to go.
(It’s not as mean as he’d made it sound to be, make no mistake―usually with Iris, he’d enjoy himself, no matter the place.)
He loved the girl (probably more than he should), but he actually, you know, wanted to stick around the event time.
When Iris said she wanted to go the the farmer’s market downtown on Saturday morning, Barry thought he could handle it. After all, it was just a bunch of vegetables sitting in stalls with some bored people behind them, right? Nothing special. Nothing fancy. Just locally grown and fresh vegetables. Maybe even some fruits, if they were lucky. Or a stall that sold homemade ice cream.
But this, this was just too much. For one, this “little farmer’s market” that she promised him stretched across an entire empty lot as well as shut down two side streets surrounding it. And he could have sworn he saw half of the city walking around, picking at the offerings.
“Is that a stall devoted to selling wire giraffes? That seriously can’t be all they sell, right? There’s no way that they make enough money to afford that stall.”
Iris glanced up from the peaches she was perusing. “Mmmm, I don’t know. I always see people walking up and buying a wire giraffe. In fact, I’ve been thinking about getting one for the living room. I think they’ve even started making one dressed up in a Flash suit.”
He rolled his eyes, and she broke into a grin. “Hardy har, Iris. Very funny.”
“I am, surprisingly, not kidding. The Flash giraffes have got to be pretty big sellers, because I see new ones every morning and when I leave, there are hardly and left. I mean, it’s nor surprising. Pretty much every stall around here tries to do some Flash promo or tie in. In fact, I think there is a Flash memorabilia stall around here somewhere.”