whatever i tried you know


When you’re under investigation and unable to act officially but you don’t give a f.. about UN’s orders.
Idk, I just wanted to draw theses two together.

A bride to spring, a mate to night. 

(Tumblr messed up the quality, for a change, so I had to add the borders to post the full drawing, but please also click it for hd :D)

its been said before but this is a daily reminder that mental illness does not excuse toxic behavior

it can offer an explanation, but you cannot treat someone with cruelty and then just like “well sorry it’s my mental illness i can’t help it”

i don’t have a solution, because i know that mental illness by nature can be difficult or impossible to control, but do not let a friend or partner or parent or anyone be a dick to you and say that you have to put up with it because that’s just how they are

or even worse, guilt trip you about being upset with them

i am saying this as someone with a diagnosed mental illness that im on medication for:

mental illness does NOT give anyone the right to treat you badly

and if someone tries to excuse their toxic behavior by claiming it’s mental illness and they cannot help it, that’s a red fucking flag

Design trade with @wanderlust-the-mod ~!

I so hope you like her, I tried really hard and yoUR DESIGNS WERE SO AMAZING AAAA

The ot3 was kind of majestic in the last chapter ngl 👍

Wait for me.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Thomas Shelby x reader

“Maybe, but I know that he still loves you whatever he tries to say. I can see it in his eyes when people speak of you. When he looks at you it’s like he’s never seen anything quite like it. He’s never looked at me that way. That’s all I wanted you know, I thought if you left then maybe he’d look at me that way.”

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me, sliding 3 dollars and a ball of lint over to miyazaki: what does the note in the music box say


Originally posted by yourreactiongifs


Holy angels, in Heaven blessed, 
My spirit longs with thee to rest. 


@excailzkrossmazi / @kyburpudu 

This is early but i couldn’t help myself ! I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this post because you may not be active much during this time. I wish you both the best and I hope things go your way starting now. I admire the both of you greatly !  ✨ ✨ ✨ 

musician au

Damen had been given a single pair of instructions when Nikandros invited him to his cousin’s engagement party: don’t get embarrassingly wasted, and don’t be a music snob. So far, he had been following both of those rules. The string quartet playing in the background during dinner didn’t make any mistakes; they were well-rehearsed - a little too rehearsed, if you asked Damen, but really that was just his personal opinion and not snobbery at all. And he’d been staying well clear of the stronger drinks, keeping to wine only.

That was no fun, but this was Nikandros’s family, not his, so he knew that he didn’t have free reign to make a scene.

So, no scenes, no snobbery and no fun. It wasn’t exactly his choice of party.

“Why am I here?” he leaned over to whisper to Nikandros.

“Because you’re my best friend and my first choice as a plus one.”


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To celebrate hitting 1000 followers I thought I’d chuck together a follow forever. This is the first one I have done so, sorry if it’s not formatted properly. Also, if I missed you I apologise, my brain’s forever broken and this was actually harder than I thought to put together… But thank you very much for following me, I appreciate you all 💕

💥 Seb Stan Sin Squad 💥

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anonymous asked:

FL's face looks disfigured. I wish she would just stop with whatever she is doing to her face and leave it alone, while she still has the chance of avoiding irreversible damage. There is this alien-like look to her face now, because the placement of the fillers is causing an unnatural distortion to her once pretty countenance. I want her to succeed in whatever she tries to achieve in her life, and I know you do too DR. Even after all the messiness of the breakup, I want both of you to be happy.

I agree with you on all these points mate.

I know FL reads my tumblr a few times a day so she will see this. Hopefully it sinks in.

anonymous asked:

138 with Calum ? x

soz this is so late but it’s actually kinda long? for me anyway, like longer than a blurb haha

“hey, i ran a bath for us”

You didn’t mean to snap at Calum.

When you had dragged your heavy limbs through the doorway of your and Calum’s shared apartment, your intent had been to throw your stupid shoes across the room and then crawl under the mountain of duvets that were pilled on top of your bed. After the day at work you just had, you thought it was the least you deserved.

Of course Calum, poor naive Calum, hadn’t yet been made aware of your evening plans and as you stumbled into the apartment, already pulling off one of your shoes as you hopped into the front entrance, you found him waiting by the door, shrugging on his bomber jacket as he rattled off plans that he had made for you that night. If it had been any other night, you would have stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm and a pout on your lips, offering a cuddle in instead.

But tonight was not other night, and your patience had been worn to the point where you were unable to filter the words that escaped your down turned lips.

“Calum can you please shut the fuck up? You’re so annoying sometimes.”

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I’ve Got You- Luke Hemmings imagine

Walking down the deserted streets of the city at night is not usually something you like to do. But tonight it was your only option seeing as though you spent any money you could have used for a cab on a latte earlier today. So now here you are, walking the twelve blocks back to your flat in the rigid November air, hood pulled up to shield you from the strong wind. Looking up, you saw a familiar figure approaching quickly. Luke Hemmings lived in the apartment above yours. He was everything you wanted. While he was indeed awkward, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world. You would never admit it to him, but you knew you loved the tall, blonde boy. Smiling, you waved at him.

“Hi Luke”

“Hey Y/N” He smiled back warmly, piercing blue eyes meeting yours. “What are you doing out by yourself at night? Especially in this part of the city?” He asked with a worried look.

“No need to worry about me Lucas, I’m a big girl” You winked at him. He blushed at the name Lucas, giving you a small smile.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “There has been a lot of gang activity around here lately and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt.” He said sternly. He would never admit it to you, but sometime between having to listen to you play your loud music at ungodly hours of the night from his flat and the movie nights you two often shared, he had fallen in love with you. He admired the way you weren’t afraid of anything and of course you were absolutely stunning and any man would be lucky to be able to call you his. He wished that someday maybe he would be able to. But there were reasons he couldn’t make you his, reasons that he couldn’t explain to you without putting you in danger.

“I’ll be fine Luke. But I’ll see you back home right? Maybe you could come over and we could watch movies or something? I don’t know, whatever you want.” You tried to shrug off your offer of a date just in case he rejected you, but you wanted so badly to curl up with him and cuddle tonight.

As much as he wanted to accept your offer he knew he couldn’t be seen with anyone that he would show feelings for. He couldn’t risk your safety. You were too precious to him. “Uh, maybe some other time Y/N. I, uh, actually have plans tonight.” He lied.
You frowned, trying to hide your embarrassment and disappointment. “Yeah, maybe some other time. I’ll see you later Luke.” You mumbled, brushing past him. He watched you walk away from him with a sad longing.

You continued walking down the street and managed to almost make it home until you heard a clatter behind you. Turning to see what made the noise, you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Spinning back around towards the direction of your flat, you were met with a tall man clad in all black save the red armband on his right arm signifying that he was a part of one of the gangs that were so prominent in your city. You gasped.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pretty little girl out in this part of town all by her lonesome? Whatever am I to do with you, naughty girl.” He chuckled reaching up to stroke your hair making you cringe. Within an instant, four more equally large men surrounded you.

“P-please, I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything to give you I’m just trying to get home.” You were absolutely terrified and already shaking.

“Who says you don’t have anything to give us?” The tall man licked his lips. “Boys, this one’s a looker. She’ll fetch a hefty price.”

You gasped. You had heard that there were groups of men that snatched young women off the streets and sold them into slavery, you just didn’t think it happened so close to where you lived. You took a few steps back only to be met with a hard chest. A strong hand gripped your waist and you struggled to get free.

“No, please don’t hurt me!” You sobbed. Ignoring your pleas the men began to drag you into the alleyway towards a waiting van. “NO! HELP ME!” You screamed out, but it was useless. The street was deserted.

“Hey! Shut her up!” The man roughly clamped your mouth shut, muffling your screams. You kicked ferociously at any attempt to get free or shout for help. More men began to join in, and you knew there was no way you would be able to escape this. As they pushed you towards the van, suddenly you felt the man holding you harshly ripped off of you and you fell to the ground.

“Dr. Fluke!” The first man seethed. “Here to ruin our fun?” Looking up, you saw a man of tall build, standing above you. He wore a metallic suit of silver and black with an L stamped on the front and a matching mask covering his face hiding his identity from you.

“You call this fun?” He spat. “Kidnapping beautiful women and selling them to do God knows what?” He was angry. Beyond angry. How dare they touch you? He knelt down and you were met with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that looked strikingly familiar. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He said softly.

“I-I-I don’t know.” You whimpered. Without warning, Fluke was flung across the alley by one of the men.

“Not today Fluke, she’s ours and the boss would not appreciate you handling the merchandise.” The man grabbed your arm and attempted to heave you onto your feet. You whimpered at the harsh contact.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Fluke roared. Suddenly a bolt of white-hot energy slammed into the man who had you and knocked him out. Fluke then directed the energy at the other men knocking them out as well. He was throwing punch after punch, kicking and taking out each man with ease, too preoccupied with the hoards of gang members to keep track of you. The first man you ran into knelt down behind you and you felt something cold and sharp pressed against your neck.

“Scream and you’ll be dead before the sound comes out” He threatened. Heaving you up he began to shuffle you away from the Fluke and the onslaught of men. Finally, Fluke looked over to where you had previously been laying. Seeing you were gone, he looked around frantically and saw you being forcibly dragged away.

“HEY! LET HER GO!” He started to power up his energy in order to get the man away from you until he noticed the knife that was up to your neck.

“One step closer and she dies.” He snarled. Helplessly you looked at your savior. Seeing you, in danger and tears in your eyes was the exact reason he was trying to avoid you yet here you were on the brink of death, or worse with nothing he could do to stop it.

Sensing his distraction with Dr. Fluke, you realized that this was the perfect moment for you to try and get away. Slowly you moved your foot so it was in the position to grind into your attacker’s foot. With a swift jerk of your foot, the man let you go and you scrambled away. With you safe, Dr. Fluke was free to electrocute the vile creature that had threatened you. “Y/N, don’t watch.” Fluke commanded. You averted your eyes, sobbing quietly. A minute later you felt yourself being lifted into strong arms. “Hey, hey, baby look at me. Y/N look at me. I’ve got you.” Fluke cooed. You met his blue eyes and it dawned on you that you had never told him your name.

“How do you know my name?” He froze, realizing his mistake. All of a sudden you realized why those eyes looked so familiar. “L-Luke? Is that you.” His eyes turned away as he tried to come up with a lie. You reached up and untied his mask, pulling it away from his face revealing to you Luke Hemmings, your neighbor and love. “But…how did you…you’re…a superhero?"You questioned, astonished that something this big had been brushed under the radar.

"I’m no hero Y/N. I just…I just try to keep people safe I guess.” He stammered. He was much more confident with his mask on than he was with it off, especially around you. “Before you say anything just let me get you home. I can run us there…I um…have super speed.”

You giggled at his awkwardness. “Be my guest Luke. Oh, I mean, Dr. Fluke.” He smiled down at you lovingly before you felt a strong gust of wind making you bury your face into Luke’s strong chest as he ran the two of you home.

Before you knew it, you were tucked safely in bed and Luke was hovering over you. “Luke, I…I don’t know how to thank you. You saved my life. If you hadn’t been there…” You felt yourself getting choked up.

“I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there Y/N.” He frowned. “But just know that I will always be there to protect you. Nothing is ever going to happen you to again okay?” He stated sternly. You nodded your head and Luke turned to go.

“Luke wait!” He looked at you expectantly. “Will you stay with me?”

He closed his eyes. Desperately wanting to slip in the sheets with you and forget about all his other responsibilities. He wanted to hold you in his arms and never let you go, feel your body molding perfectly into his, stroke your soft (y/h/c) hair. But he knew all too well what the consequences of that was and he couldn’t risk losing you. “Y/N, people like me don’t get the luxury of forming relationships. The people we care about are always targeted and then taken away from us. I am not going to risk your safety. Ever.” You frowned.

“Luke, let me decide what’s safe for me. I want you. I want to be with you. I would rather suffer through a thousand nights like this one than be without you. Please, just stay with me tonight.” You pleaded.

He held your firm gaze, trying to be strong. Hell who was he kidding, when it came to you he was weak. In two steps, he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to your soft ones grabbing your waist and sighing into the kiss. You felt so good against him. In turn, you closed your eyes and threaded you fingers through his soft blonde locks and kissed him back with everything you had. He tasted of cinnamon and as you continued to kiss him you could feel the passion between the two of you. You could have stayed that way forever, wrapped in love and passion. You loved him and he loved you, Simple as that. But being with him was dangerous and Luke knew that all too well.

Remembering the repercussions of his actions, Luke did the hardest thing he ever had to do. He couldn’t let his enemies get to you. Squeezing his eyes shut, he broke the kiss and whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

With a burst of wind he was gone, leaving your window curtains blowing in the breeze he left and your heart on the floor. You reached up to graze the lips that were pressed against his mere moments before. “I love you Luke Hemmings.” You whispered.

Miles away, above the lights of the big city, Luke could hear your voice out of all the noise. A tear escaped his eye as he smiled and whispered. “I love you too.”



All I Want is a Hug

Summary:  You are an inhuman who has been collected by Shield.  Your powers keep you separate from the team in more ways than one. 

Pairing: Reader x Mack (mostly platonic, but feel free to read into the ending)

Word Count: 2267

A/N: This is my Clintasha Secret Santa gift for @badassladysif.  I hope you like it dear.  I had fun writing it.  I apologize if it doesn’t fit right in the AoS timeline.  It’s been a while since I’ve watched the show. 

Originally posted by agentsofshield

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Home, Again (Request) / Down Time. “Tell Me You Need Me.”

Per Ask HERE, Per Prompt List HERE.
Requests Open! (About 7 waiting)

Tappin’ into the Home, Again situation.

Originally posted by all-things-raul-esparza

After two or so months of you being home, Rafael found himself faltering. It wasn’t a question of love, nowhere close to it- his love for you was the only thing he really understood, could comprehend.

What he couldn’t understand: how you still flinched whenever he touched you and you hadn’t noticed him approach, how you found yourself elsewhere most evenings despite falling asleep in his bed, how you kept a stiff distance between you and him when the evening wore on. It was as if you were far away, still locked up in the Lair.

But, you weren’t. It just felt like you were.

“Darling,” Rafael held his hand in front of your face, just for a moment, so it was no surprise when he laid his palm over your cheek. You hated surprises lately. Happily, you coddled into his touch, and he grinned as you squirmed. His melancholy was tangible, though- heavy. It made you flinch even without context.

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Don’t Cry My Tears. (Barry Allen Imagine.)

“Are you kidding me?” Rushing to the nearby bathroom, you slammed open the door-narrowly dodging a woman as she exited- and stared at your red-eyed reflection as silent tears streamed in earnest down your cheeks. It’d been so long since this had happened you didn’t know what to do. You’d thought your soulmate was a man-of-steel or he was dead.

How else could you explain the lack of tears your soulmate cried? It was the same for everyone, your soulmate cried and so did you. Sometimes it’d be a prickle like you couldn’t help but cry from pain or happiness, othertimes it’d be like now with full out sob-like tears but an eerie silence from you.

You had done a lot of crying yourself, more than a little and it pained you to think of all the inopportune times your soulmate had been reduced to tears because you were an emotional wreck of a person. Pressing your fingers gently to your cheeks, you couldn’t help but to start crying yourself because whoever was out there for you was crying but at least they weren’t dead.

Then you remembered where you were. Your interview with the CCPD, your resume sitting on the desk of a panel of interviewers making sure you were mentally stable enough to work as a detective and if you’d be a good fit here. They’d been the ones pointing to you with understanding smiles, the empty wedding finger telling them that you had yet to find your soulmate- although you weren’t the kind of person to throw yourself into a commitment, especially with a person, just because it seemed like the right thing to do.

Your soulmates tear tracks would have faded from your cheeks but your own were going to make lines that wouldn’t fade for quite a while. You didn’t mind too much. You soulmate was alive.

You got it.

You got the job. How you didn’t know, you had spent the majority of it in the bathroom waiting for your soulmate to stop crying and then willing yourself to quit everytime a fresh wave of your own tears hit. Perhaps they understood it wasn’t your fault exactly or with the recent weird activity in Central City they were just desperate for good, almost overly-qualified detectives.

It didn’t make any difference to you. Now you could justify leaving the small town that you had grown up in, became a deputy in before you took over what was the ‘family business’. Leaving was met with serious, and I mean serious, scrutiny but it was what you had to do for you.

Barry Allen started work again. The lightning in his veins was making his job much easier now that he knew why he wasn’t killed from the strike, or not why so much as what had changed because of it. So once he’d sobbed like a small child for a little while over the fact that he was confused, a whatever he is, and fighting his own kind at every turn, he was ready for normality.

“Excuse me, pardon me. Sorry.” He was early but apparently that meant instead of a semi-empty bull-pin, he was met with all the other people who usually got here on time. Sliding around them with grace that he wouldn’t have had before the serum, he waved at Joe who despite having seen him in action only a little while ago was taking it quite well and darted up the stairs for another typical day.

You hated Joe West. He was the kindest man you had ever met. That’s it. That was the problem. So when he gave you his sweet puppy dog eyed look, asking you to take samples up to the lab for him because he needed to finish typing up a bunch of reports- which true. He did.- you couldn’t say no.

“Sure thing.” You agreed, glaring at pretty boy beside of him who handed you his samples as well. You actually didn’t like him. Realizing you’d have to talk to the forensic specialist, someone you’d yet to meet, you began practicing how exactly you wanted to tell them the samples weren’t yours but you needed them done pronto as instructed by Joe who’d simply said:

Tell ‘em I sent you. It gets done quicker anyway, you can spin that excuse any time you want.

However, you didn’t want anyone to think you were rude so you were thinking of a better way to say it then Hey, Joe sent me. Get it done, yeah?

Reaching the open doorway, you didn’t know whether to knock or not. Scaring the tall man standing with his back to the door didn’t seem like a good idea so you opted for knocking gently on the wall before taking a step into the room.

He whirled around almost in a blur, wide hazel-y green eyes meeting yours with astonishment before he took note of the badge resting on your hip and a smile lit up his already perfect features.

“Hi, can I help you?” He asked and any preparation for asking him to run the samples flew out the window. You stared open mouthed at him, the words on the tip of your tongue as you glanced between him and the samples until his gaze followed yours in confusion.

“Oh, are those for me?” He was nice too. You can’t be as attractive as you are nice, that’s not right sir.

“Uh, wha- oh yes! Yes!” You blushed as the words were too loud in the quiet space minus the whir of a machine, the humming of the fluorescents. “They aren’t mine. They’re, uh, Joe’s? You know Detective West and his partner Eddie?” You rambled, thrusting the bags at him when he got an arms length away.

“Oh yeah, Joe’s my dad.” He simply replied, watching you as if you were about to accuse him of the crime you had asked him to run samples for.

“Oh, that’s cool. Joe’s nice. I like him, he’s, yeah. Awesome.” You trailed off, brushing back a piece of your hair as you stared up at him. He stared back at you, the silence stretching awkwardly before he blinked rapidly, shifting the bags to hold his hand out to you.

“I’m Barry, Barry Allen.” Smiling, you took his hand in yours.

“Nice to meet you Barry.”

You are a good person. A kind person. A wonderful person who cares about others, about animals, and here you are. A good person staring into the eyes of a half shark, half man creature because when the kind detective with the big puppy eyes begged you to join his metahuman task force once you became his partner- Eddie’s death still a topic you didn’t breach- you couldn’t say no.

You’d known there was something in this town that wasn’t quite right.

Or not right so much as untypical.

Oh, and just to make things more fun, you were crying because apparently your soulmate had no chill recently and you’d found yourself sitting in a police car with Joe’s laugh a loud boom around you as you furiously dabbed at your eyes and hated that you ever wished your soulmate would cry just once so you knew they were alive.

“Listen, I’m sorry for being such an overly emotional person as a preteen. I’m sorry for whatever reason you are crying. I’m sorry I thought you were dead but you have to stop. It’s a bit hard escaping a giant shark when your soulmate won’t stop crying.”

Your soulmate seemingly heard you, it wasn’t possible but they did stop crying. You were halfway out of the binds when the sharkman came back from wherever it was sharkmen go with a strip of red fabric clenched in a fin-hand-paw. You paused, not wanting him to get the hint you were up to something.

“You know him. He’s looking for you.” He growled, dropping the fabric on top of your knees. He bared rows of teeth at you, his eyes hidden behind his- do sharks have snouts?

“Who?” You knew who. You weren’t dumb but you didn’t want to be the one to tell Mr. Sharkman that you did not in fact know the Flash, Joe did. He’d taken the wrong person if he wanted an identity of the man in red.

“The Flash.” How come when the villain, or metahuman, that was hunting down Flash said his name it was always so full of spit and growl like it’s okay dude. You can say his name without the anger. We get it. Alright so the arm he had broken when he grabbed you hurt and was making you delirious with pain, enough so to have a conversation inside of your head but whatever.

“Don’t know him. You tried a bat signal? I heard those work pretty-” A scream was ripped from your throat as the flipper that’d held the cloth connected with your cheek. You felt how your jaw slid out of place, the bone grinding painfully and a wave of tears that were solely yours prickled your eyes but you would not give him the satisfaction.

“Tell me his name.”

“Dude, I totally would but the thing is, I don’t know.”

“Tell me his name!” He roared but before he could strike again, the door of the warehouse was thrown in and the aforementioned man stood in the doorway. You could see the dock just beyond his form and how fitting.

“Let her go. This obviouslys just between you and I.” His voice reverberated off of the walls, calming you enough that you could undo the rest of the rope despite the protest in your arms.

“Flash.” The shark grinned, stepping directly in front of you with a menacing crouch. A flash of lightning told you the Flash had taken off in, well, a flash with sharkman on his heels, forgetting all about you.

Sighing in relief, you watched him lumber after the streak and let the ropes fall as you attempted to stumble to your feet. You could barely make out the commotion outside the door, all the yelling and screaming and a thunderous roar followed by a splash that then dipped into silence a backdrop as you fumbled to the open doorway.

They were idiots. They’d shoved a shark creature into the ocean. Like he’d drown or something. He most certainly didn’t. He dragged his soaking body from the ocean, dripping and rejuvenated as thee Flash and friends stood off to the side. You could just make out the blur of Joe’s face before the shark started bounding to them from your side of the ocean.

You didn’t even think. He was your partner and the Flash had saved you, you could handle this. With more than a few very painful movements, you pulled the gun from the ankle holster the shark hadn’t checked and opened fire. You weren’t dumb, you knew that it wasn’t going to do more than anger him but it got his attention enough for the Flash to do something. Like warp speed sucker punch him.

The sharkman had gotten within a foot of you, arm outstretched and ready to do his worst when you’d shut your eyes, letting the tears fall because you were in pain, you were about to have a manshark kill you and you were only human. Instead of a chokehold, you were greeted with gusts of wind so strong you flew back inside the warehouse and a loud crashing sound.

Peeking open your eyes, you rolled to your side with a painful whine in the back
of your throat as spots of black danced in your vision. You could make-out a large, very unconscious, very scary form through blinks that threatened to turn into your own unconsciousness through tears of pain.

“Hey, don’t move. I have you.” You startled, having not noticed the detective you’d come to call friend approach. His hand gently pressed against your abdomen, another going behind you to get you into a sitting position. “I have you, you’re alright.” He promised.

You stared at him for a moment, letting your eyes adjust to his kind smile before throwing your good arm around him and sobbing openly into his chest. You didn’t care about appearances, not now.

“Joe?” Came a confused voice, soft and familiar. Someone touched the curve of your spine, a soft face in view when you lifted your head.

“What are you. Oh, that’s a predicament.” You mumbled, noting how tears were streaming from the Flash’s eyes and they weren’t his own.


His voice was choked up, his hands trembling as he took you from Joe and sat on his butt to hold you in his lap. Your fingers cupped his cheeks, your head tilted in attempt to place how exactly you knew him, or more specifically those eyes.

“Hi. Soulmate?” Your voice wobbled, a crack in it as you tried not to black out in his hold.

“Yeah, soulmate.” He agreed, nodding his head. His voice vibrations stopping altogether, a gasp falling from your barely parted lips. A small smile etched onto your lips, your eyes wide as you were slow in pulling off the mask.

“Barry.” You whispered, body laxing as you leaned into his chest heavily. “Always knew you were special.” Tightening his grip, he stood as slowly as he could as to not jostle you. “Knew you were my friend for a reason. You’re so wonderful.” Now you were just rambling but you could feel embarrassed when you weren’t hurting so much.

You could ask him when you weren’t moving so quickly, or lying unconsciously on his collarbone, why he was crying earlier. You could ask him why he’d stopped crying, why he’d cried so much recently. You’d learn his favourite colours, his favourite everything’s and you’d fall in love with your best friend moreso than you already had been.

But for right now, you were going to let him take care of you, protect you as you healed from shark-bro and try to understand why the universe would give you, a Mess™, someone so wonderful although he was a superhero who tended to get himself hurt.

You’d probably stop wondering around the bazillionth time your eyes stung with unshed tears, your phone ringing as Caitlin called you to tell you not to worry. He just ran into another wall.

A soulmate AU because I am actual trash for it.

-D. xx