you guys tried with the lightning

Things they don’t tell you about top surgery

- Talk to the surgeon about the size you want your new areolas/nipples (don’t be afraid to ask)

- Numbness. No one talks about this for guys who are about to have surgery. You’re going to be numb all in your chest area, especially where the incisions were. They cut nerves as they pass along your chest, and it can take up to a year to regenerate those nerves. Still, feels super foreign for the first two weeks

- Make your bed into a pillow chair, body pillow, two on each side, and two for your head. 

- Sleep alone. I tried to sleep with my girlfriend and it was miserable. You really do need the entire bed for yourself

- Go on Groupon, & get yourself a 10 foot lightning cable iPhone charger, BEST THING EVER, can reach from wherever you are

- Don’t take a week off from work, take two. You will regret the one week, and love the extra time

- When they say “don’t move too much, even after the first week”. LISTEN. I moved way too much and got so sore super quickly. 

- Drink lots of water & eat if your taking the pain medication, otherwise your stomach feels super funky.

- Get stool softeners, & don’t be afraid to take those babies. Don’t wait a week to poop. you’ll surely regret it. 

- The drains are scary & they may hurt while draining or rewrapping your dressings, but once they come out, the second they do, its no more pain, its crazy. 

i hope this helps someone, because i wish i knew all of this when i was having mine a month ago. Looking back its like everyone forgets all the real negatives, its a great experience, & i healed very well & quick compared to most, but the first few days are crazy. They hurt, suck but it gets better. 

inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.



It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.


His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”

Angel In Disguise (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! To the anon who sent this, I hope you feel better, sweetheart!! This is actually quite long but I had a lot of fun writing the last part. I hope you guys don’t mind though, I just got so carried away writing it and yeah…I didn’t really know if you wanted Steve to end up with the reader so I kinda left it out in the open so yeah. Anyways, enjoy!!😊

Request: Hello doll :) Would you mind doing a Steve Rogers imagine where he’s like your best friend (just like a big brother) and during one Mission you get shot but the Jet is destroyed and the avengers have to take care of you on their own. Steve is Holding your Hand while you’re unconscious and Bruce gets the bullet out. You then get a fever and it Looks back but they can bring you back and Steve keeps taking care of you all the time ? :) I just feel sad and thought I could send in a request like that

“Did you bring your guns?”

You sighed as you looked at Steve. “You can see the guns strapped to the side of my thighs, Cap. They are very visible.”

“I was just making sure,” Cap said.

“And besides I have pyrokineses, I only brought the guns because you insisted.” You gave him a look.

Steve sighed as he stood up. “I just want you to be careful.”

“I know, I know,” you said as Steve gave you a smile before walking to where Clint and Nat were flying the quinjet.

You took a deep breath in before leaning your head back, closing your eyes. The team was sent on a mission as apparently, one of the enhance that HYDRA was working on escaped and was wreaking havoc at some small town. The team had already shut that HYDRA operation before going to find the enhance.

The worst part of going on the mission so far was Steve just nagging at you, making sure that you didn’t forget anything and making sure that you were prepared, all that stuff. You knew he didn’t mean any harm by doing all that but he was like a brother that you never wanted, you still loved him though. The two of you were like two peas in a pot, he was so carefree around you that when you see him interact with other people, it’s weird as he gets so much more serious.

“We’re reaching,” Clint called out but the jet started to shake, the shaking getting worse and worse as time passes.

“What the hell is happening,” Tony asked as you stood up shakily, making your way to the front to look out of the window. You held on to Steve’s shoulder as you saw the grey clouds ahead, before lightning flashed directly in front of the jet.

“That’s not a good sign,” you muttered.

“Thor, can you find a way to stop the storm?” Cap asked as he glanced back at the god who nodded and opened the ramp before swinging his hammer and flying out.

You raised a hand to cover your eyes as the strong wind blew into the jet, Tony trudging forward in his Iron Man suit and shutting the ramp. You let out a breath as he closed the door.

Suddenly everything stopped, the jet stopped shaking and you thought that maybe Thor already solved it but you were wrong. Thunder boomed as lightning strike again, this time hitting one of the jet’s wings.

“Hold on!” Nat shouted as the whole jet tilted to one side. You almost fell and lost your balance but Steve caught you and held onto you as Clint tried to regain stability while Nat checked how damaged the wing was. “Um, you guys aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, looking at Nat.

Nat glanced at Bruce with a stressed look. “The wing isn’t just damaged, the wing was completely ripped off by the lightning.”

“You guys better hold on tight, it’s not going to be a smooth landing,” Clint warned as the whole jet started spinning, the archer trying his best to control it.

You held on tight to Steve as the jet hit the ground, jerking all of you forward. When the quinjet stopped skidding, all of you just stayed there, taking a deep breath it before preparing yourselves and walking out.

Well, now all of you have no way back to the tower. The communicators doesn’t seem to be working as well, it’s probably because of the stupid storm.

As all of you headed out of the jet, Thor landed in front of all of you, worry in his gaze. “The storm is not natural.”

You frowned as you looked at him. “The lightning completely ripped off the wing of the quinjet, so I would say, yes, it’s not natural.”

The god shook his head, Cap walking out beside you. “What’s going on, Thor?”

“The storm doesn’t seem to be created by nature, it seems as if it’s being controlled by something,” Thor said.

“Or someone,” Tony interjected, looking as if he found out something important. “I think I might know what the powers of the enhanced we’re dealing with have.”

“Weather manipulation,” Bruce said, coming to stand beside Tony as he nodded.

“Exactly,” Tony replied.

“Okay, so we have to go find that person, but where? We’re stuck in the middle of some forest,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think we might have landed near the edge of the forest, from what I remembered from the map.” Clint looked around before pointing straight ahead.

“Let’s go,” Cap said, his voice commanding as everyone started heading to where Clint pointed to.

Soon enough, a town came into view. Buildings, shops, diners. However, some of the buildings looked destroyed.

“This person really seemed to be having fun,” Nat commented as she surveyed the area.

“Tony, Thor, both of you fly around to see if there’s anybody injured, the rest of you, we’ll look around here,” Cap ordered.

All of you were about to do what he said when lightning strike directly in front of all of you, causing all of you to jump back.

“I’m not going to let all of you ruin my fun.”

You looked to the side to see a man around your age looking at the team, an evil smirk on his face. His hair was pure white, contrasting with his dark colored eyes.

Stepping forward, you glanced back at the rest of the team. “Tony, Thor, go. The rest of you go as well. I think I can handle it.”

“You? Handle me?” The enhanced sneered, you turn back to face him, flicking both of your hands lightly, fire bursting out from your arms.

The enhanced looked surprised before he raised his hands, his eyes turning greyish white, thunder booming again.

“Shit,” you muttered. “Dodge!”

All of you managed to jump out of the way in time, the lightning hitting where you were. You straightened up as you aimed your arm at him, shooting out a fireball, knocking him back.

He flew back, groaning. When the enhanced slowly got up, he looked down to see that you had burned a hold in his shirt, burning a bit of his skin as well. He growled as he glared at you.

You took this chance to throw another fireball at him but the moment your fireball hit him, you felt a sharp pain in your side, making you gasp as you fell on your knees, everything going dark.

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MCL|Eldarya: jealous headcanons

It’s 1am, I have to get up in 6 hours omg………….


Nathaniel: Actually, Nathaniel is pretty calm in these things. But sometimes he becomes too aggressive, which then regrets. He takes this feeling for granted and just tries to behave adequately. But he will kick ass to anyone who will covet you (and if you do it yourself, he will just stand for a couple of minutes in silent admiration).

Castiel: Angry as hell. No seriously?! Who are you anyway, what the hell are you looking at her like a piece of meat? He will wildly want to hit a man, but he will understand that extra hype will bring you discomfort. Then he will simply take your hand firmly and lead you somewhere far away. If this guy continues to pester, then Castiel will obviously break, well, oops. Castiel hates admitting his jealousy, let’s be honest.

Lysander: I already said in my headcanons that Lysander is a calm face and in the background lightning and explosions. One look at him is enough to make guy understand.Just don’t go near his angel, he’ll burn a hole in you with one glance only. If the guy continues to stand on his own, Lysander, like Castiel, immediately takes you far away. Then he will not be in high spirits for a while, but it will pass. He’s probably the most jealous of all the guys, but he tries not to show it.

Kentin: Actually, to him, strangely enough, absolutely no business to other people’s views. He somehow recognizes a potential abuser, so in normal situations he’s a almost calm. But if you are being harassed by some guy…. in general, Kentin becomes like Castiel, only once in 10 is more aggressive. He hates when you take offense at his jealousy and he try to earn your forgiveness with all his strength omg.

Armin: The type of guys who do not care about these things at all. You calmly hang out with the boys in the company, sometimes you can be the center of attention…He just somehow sincerely trusts you and tries not to touch your private space. If some asshole is going to fuck you up, he’ll just laugh, kiss you in the forehead and take you somewhere far away, everything’s fine.


Ezarel: I think he’s the most jealous bitch of all the guys. But he will never admit it. He’s just “I don’t fucking care with whom you hang out there, but throw him off the cliff next time, please. nope, it’s not jealousy,it’s just….funny….”. He will curse any one who will disturb you (poor Nevra…). He. really. never. acknowledges. jealousy.

Nevra: Well, he clearly will abuse his position. Anyone who will pester you will be sent on assignment, even if he is not from his guard. He, in fact, is quite calm and self-assured, so everything is in order.

Valkyon: He’s like Nevra. He is calm and will take off for you any bastard. Yes, and one of its kind inspires fear, so that no one in their right mind will not pester you. Valkyon generally doesn’t feel jealousy at all, he completely trusts you.


Summary: Hi could I have a prompt for Derek Hale numbers 31 and 51? Of course that is if you’re writing them.

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, McCall Pack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 578

Requested: Anon

31: “You love me, but I don’t love you. I’m sorry.”

51: “I fucking love you.”

AN: She jumps of the ledge of the loft, no she doesn’t die but I should put this out there for reasons unknown…. 

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A/N: There are some hints to the reader’s dad being Barry Allen, but that would be colliding universes and catastrophic so I’ll leave that up to your imagination. Also mentioning the Speed Force which is basically the thing that grants super speed to the DC comic heroes because I can’t help myself.

Part 2

Nothing felt better than running. You’ve always liked running. Some of your friends think that’s weird, but they don’t experience it like you do. They don’t experience the feeling of lightning in your veins or the breeze that cooled you down. They will never experience the thrill of the Speed Force and the amazing powers that come with it.

You were born with the powers. While your dad had to struggle to learn how to control his, you got the greatest teacher to help master your powers. You’re not as powerful or as in control as your dad is, but you’re learning.

Things were fine until one of your closest friends, Peter, began acting weird. You always act weird, so you couldn’t judge him, but it was strange. Ever since his month away with Tony Stark, he was more distant. You tried to forget about it, yet you continued to worry about him.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please do an imagine where the reader somehow gets powers and wants to be a superhero so they ask Kara for help? (they know she's supergirl)

Originally posted by darlingdanvers

Surprise, you’re Earth-38′s Flash.

“You what!?” 

“I don’t know what happened!” You tried to reason with a visibly concerned Kara. “I was working late, and the last thing I remember was a lightning bolt bursting through the window. And now…” You ran in a circle around Kara, reappearing in front of her in less than a second.

“We have to get you to the DEO and get you checked out.”

“Okay, fine, but Kara… I think this is a good thing.”

“Why would you think that? You’re saying you were struck by lighting, you could be dying!”

“I doubt that. Didn’t you say you know a guy from a different universe or whatever that can do this?”

Kara crossed her arms. “Different Earth. And yeah.” She mumbled.

“And doesn’t he go out and save people? Like you?”

“Yeah, but you can’t possibly-”

“So, why can’t I?” You cut her off. “I want to make a difference. What if I got these powers for a reason?”

Kara sighed and threw her head back. “I’m so gonna regret this.”

“So you’ll teach me?” You smiled.

Kara looked at you. “Fine. But, you got a lot to learn! And don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you!”

You chuckled. “I’m a fast learner.”

I’ll Carry You (Gladio Amicitia)

I finally did it!

I did my best to finish up my Gladio imagine for you all after he won the poll I held in the first week of February. I also know it’s been a very long time since I posted anything of my writing so that I would like to apologize for as well. This one might be very crappy cause I kept having my creativity and writing time broken by my family so, if it does sound choppy at some points, I apologize. I hope you all enjoy it. :)

P.S. I had a hard time getting Gladio’s character down, so sorry about his role in this one.

Word Count: 1618

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You would not believe your eyes If ten million fireflies Lit up the world as I fell asleep 'Cause they'd fill the open air And leave tear drops everywhere You'd think me rude But I would just stand and stare I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems 'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs From ten thousand lightning bugs As they tried to teach me how to dance A foxtrot above my head A sock hop beneath my bed The disco ball is just hanging by a thread (Thread, thread...) I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems (When I fall asleep) Leave my door open just a crack (Please take me away from here) 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac (Please take me away from here) Why do I tire of counting sheep? (Please take me away from here) When I'm far too tired to fall asleep (Ha-ha) To ten million fireflies I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes I got misty eyes as they said farewell (Said farewell) But I'll know where several are If my dreams get real bizarre 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar (Jar, jar, jar...) [2x] I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'Cause everything is never as it seems (When I fall asleep) I'd like to make myself believe That planet Earth turns slowly It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
Jealous Daddy

Requested: yes this amazing user did! <3 Changed it a bit because I didn’t want it to be a 2-parter. I hope that’s okay – if not, request again.

Words: 1866

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Summary: Doubt can even happen when you’re engaged and expecting your first baby - it happens to Y/N and Calum on their babymoon when Y/N runs into an old friend and Calum starts doubting.


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“Fill My Inbox!” - more about in the A/N

“This is nice,” Calum mumbled, kissing your hand. You both decided to take a vacation to the Bahamas before your baby girl arrived. You were only a couple months in, but you wouldn’t want to go around with a big pregnancy belly all the time. To be fair, it was tiring to be pregnant. Morning sickness, no alcohol, and Calum would annoy you more than usual – but you were so happy that he would be the father of your child.

You were staying at a five-star hotel, making it a bit fancier than your normal hotels. Calum and you had chosen to get something to eat at the restaurant but decided that you didn’t really feel like eating decorative, disgusting caviar tonight. So instead you took a cap to the closest McDonalds. You stood in the queue, deciding on what to get. You were already fat from the pregnancy, so why hold back?

“Hey babe,” Calum said and tightened his hand grip, “I gotta go the bathroom. Order for me, will ya?”

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I feel so bad for my future children because it's constantly going to be like
  • Me when my kid is crying: Don’t cry for me, Argentinaaaaaaaaaaa….
  • Me when my kids are helping me clean: IT’S THE HARD KNOCK LIFE FOR US
  • Me eating breakfast with my kids: The other one’s still the toast of the town ‘cause he made butter outta cream…
  • Me playing hide and go seek with my kids: SO IF YOU CARE TO FIND ME, LOOOOOK TO THE WESTERN SKY!!
  • Me waking my kids up in the morning: Maybe we can frighten away the ghost of so many years with a little ILLUMINATION *flicks on lights*
  • Me giving my kids advice: If you only follow your heart…
  • Me when my kid gets their first boyfriend/girlfriend: OMIGOD OMIGOD YOU GUYS
  • Me when my kids are mad at me: TAKE ME BAAAABBBYYYYYYY, OR LEAVE MEEEEEEEE
  • Me giving my kids ‘the talk’: Once there was a night, beneath a moonless sky…
  • Me when my kids go off to college: Empty chairs and empty tables, where my friends will meet no more…
Wait a minute, are you jealous?

You had been working with team Flash for several months now. You had worked on the particle accelerator before it had exploded and were therefore very close with Caitlin and Cisco. When Barry had woken up from his 9 month long coma you felt a sense of duty to stay at S.T.A.R labs and help Barry develop his powers. Unbeknownst to you, Cisco had been interested in you for some time but his efforts went unnoticed.

“Hey, Y/N,” Cisco greeted as he walked into S.T.A.R labs, “I bought you your favourite coffee,” he said with a grin as he placed it down by the computer you were at. You were in the midst of trying to locate where the surge of power was coming from that was draining Central City of its electricity.

“Thank you Cisco,” you smiled at him and continued working. Barry was ready in his Flash armour and waiting for the location. “From what I can tell, this meta is somewhere behind the alley on 4th street.”

“Behind an alley?” Barry questioned.

“Yes, I think there might be an abandoned warehouse somewhere there but I’m not sure, I haven’t been in that area of Central City. Now go and be careful, if this meta can absorb energy they’d most likely be able to throw some sort of energy orbs at you.” You warned, standing up to walk over to the main computers.

Barry ran over there leaving a trail of electric residue behind him, you didn’t have a good feeling about this. Once he reached the area Barry chimed in with concern in his voice.

“Uh guys, this one’s a little bigger than they usually ar-,” he was cut off by what you had presumed was a punch.

“Barry!” the worry in your voice was evident and in the corner of your eye you saw Cisco look slightly upset,  you had assumed it was because his close friend was presumably being beaten up, and it sounded pretty bad.

“Try throwing lightning bolts,” you calming suggested, not wanting to exacerbate the situation.

“I tried that,” Barry managed to cough out, “he absorbed it and threw it right back at me.”

“You broke the sound barrier once, you can do it again. Maybe a supersonic punch will knock him out.” He tried it once but to no avail, you were really starting to get worried. “C’mon Barry,” you ushered, “you’re the only fast enough to do it, you’re the fastest man alive Barry. We all believe in you.” Barry seemed to get things done more effectively when given a speech. Sure enough he managed to just knock him out and lugged him back to S.T.A.R. labs to be put in the makeshift jail.

“Barry!” You squealed as he got back, he was bloodied and bruised and you rushed to start tending to him. After you and Caitlin had had a proper look at him and made sure he was going to be okay you hugged him in relief.

The rest of the team had left a while ago but you were still there, eventually you went back into the main room and saw Cisco fixing a layer of armour that had been damaged in the fight. “Hey,” you spoke softly, “you alright?”

“Yep.” He stated flatly.

“Are you sure, you don’t seem fine.”

“I’m fine.”


“You were a bit touchy with Barry?” He finally gave in.

“He could have died, what is this really about?” Cisco didn’t say anything, he just moved past you to retrieve a tool to help with the armour. “You wouldn’t be jealous?” You said cheekily, Cisco again didn’t respond. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” You walked closer to him and forced him to put down the tool. “Cisco,” you said teasingly.

“Alright. Fine. You got me. Can I have my screwdriver back?” His sentences were stagnant. You forced him to look at you even though he was trying his best to avoid your gaze. “I’ve… Liked you for quite some time now… I know this probably wasn’t the best way to tell you but I was wondering if maybe, possibly you’d like to go out sometime.” You smiled and hugged him in response. “That means yes, right? You’re not trying to let me down easy?”

“I’d love to Cisco,” you giggled softly.

anonymous asked:

do you think pink guy is scared of storms? I wonder if he'd make a blanket fort to hide or just sit in the corner and cry a little (its stormy by me rn and my cat is very scared)

Pink Guy might try to argue with the thunder until the lightning flashes and then he’s under the blankets of Frank’s bed. Frank tries to coax him out but it just doesn’t work. Slowly, Sal joins him because it’s really pouring and Frank won’t let him go out and play in the rain so he comes cuddle with Pink and pouts. 

Lemon squishes between both of them because he has a headache and the loud noise isn’t making it better. Saf eventually drags Frank to bed with him and they all just lounge around on each other. How long does the rain last? All day if the cuddle pile is anything to go by

Like just imagine for a second. ur a regular police officer or soldier of some sort and you’re ordered to take down a small ragtag group. You think ‘ah, that’ll be easy’ but then you shoot ‘em up and they’re still alive. You’ve put bullets in them and even tried an explosive but they’re still kicking. Suddenly there’s a blinding light from one of the enemies you’re facing and as it fades you spot an inhuman creature looming behind them.

Left and right your comrades fall. Some suddenly burned to cinders, others frozen solid, hit by lightning, slashed by wind, gutted by claws, ect. Then you’re next. That thing is coming for you.

Just…. my guy… persona users are horrifying especially p1/p2 era where everyone in ur party could summon multiple personas. (Not at the same time, ofc. But it was basically like everyone was a ‘wildcard’)

from ep. 32 of If I Were You
  • Jake's mom: ...I do think you need a balance, and you guys balance each other really, really well.
  • Jake: Yeah, the thing that scares me is that I found my soulmate and it's just Amir. (Everyone laughs.) So there's no chance at me finding love. Like, this doesn't happen twice, lightning doesn't strike twice.
  • Amir: At this point, it might be better to just be gay, I think.
  • Jake: And we've tried!