#robberofatms

[piecessolvingapuzzle-blog1]

Earliest moment in your life you can remember?

“Some foster parents talking to the nuns about why I wasn’t a good fit.”

[barryallcnx]

✘

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. 

(✉ → world’s worst thief): I hate you.(✉ → world’s worst thief): Were you trying to give me frost bite on that last heist??(✉ → world’s worst thief): I’m still shivering under twenty blankets.

[hcwkguys]

( ✉ → coffee guy ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → insert pun here ) probably ‘why is this creepy dude wandering the streets alone at night’ or something like that

[hawkguybartcn-blog]

✂

✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger

This had never happened to him before. Which, considering his luck, was really saying something.

The mission had been a pretty easy one; they’d found another company that was a front for the Red Room, and they’d decided to drain the accounts and take the files. After seeing the employee roster that they’d managed to get their hands on, Nat had reluctantly decided to opt out of joining him. Too many people who would recognize her, the mission would be blown before it began. Coms were difficult to use with his aids, and Clint liked to avoid it when he could, so she settled for being his getaway driver, close enough to step in if he needed her but too far to be recognized.

They’d prepared for a lot of situations but this was new. Clint had never shown up to steal something to find someone else stealing the same thing. And he’d certainly never shown up to find a familiar someone stealing the thing he’d intended to steal.

For a moment, they stared at each other, shock apparent on both their faces. Clint recovered first. After all, he was pretty used to weird shit.

“...Len, right? I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Clint.”

“I don’t care.”

“Everyone always says that.”

Len raised his -- was that a freeze gun, what the fuck -- looking a little hesitant. Clint blinked, raising his hands with an uncertain grin. “This is fun, man, this is great. It’ll be less fun if you shoot me, though. Seriously, my girlfriend’ll kill me if I get shot with a freeze gun.”

“Stop talking.”

“Gotcha, bad call. That’s one me. I was just gonna say --” The door slammed open, then, about fifteen Red Room agents standing in the doorway. “...That’s what I was getting to. Not your average heist.” He turned to the agents, hands still raised. “Like I was saying, I really can’t get shot right now, I --” A slew of bullets interupted him this time, and Clint, expecting it, dove for cover.

Len, it seemed, was a little less prepared. One of the bullets caught him in the shoulder, and another in his hand caused him to drop the freeze gun. They got one more in his knee before he collapsed, and Clint figured that was his cue.

He pulled three arrows from his quiver, notched them all at once and let them fly. They impaled the three nearest agents through the wrists of their gun hands, but Clint didn’t have time to stop and celebrate. Bullets still whizzed through the air, and Len was out in the open.

“Get behind the file cabinets!” Clint called, notching another round of arrows. “I’ll cover you!” Len opened his mouth, apparently ready to argue, but Clint interrupted. “Go!”

Len stumbled to cover as Clint took out a few more people, cursing as each agent he took down was replaced by another. Damn Red Room and their stupid brainwashing. He backed up until he was next to Len’s cabinet, glancing down at the other man. “So, I’ve got an idea.”

“Why does that bring me more fear than comfort?”

“Look at that, man, it’s like you know me! But, yeah, honestly? It’s a bad idea. And it’s gonna suck. But it’s all we got, and I’m gonna need you to trust me.”

“I hardly know you.”

“Well, it’s either trust me or hope these guys kill you quick. They probably won’t. Right, fellas?” Another bullet whizzed by, nearly catching him in the arm. They weren’t shooting to kill’ that was not a good sign. “We’re going out the window.”

“We’re thirty floors up.”

“I said it was a bad idea, didn’t I? C’mon, Len, I’ll buy you a coffee after this.” He took Len by his good arm and hoisted him up, firing another round of arrows for cover. When Len was standing, leaning heavily against the filing cabinet, Clint pulled out an explosive arrow and fired it at the floor between them and the Red Room agents, creating a cover of smoke. For a moment, the firing stopped. The agents were too experienced to risk shooting their own men in the confusion, and for Clint, that moment was all he needed. 

“You’re gonna wanna hold on tight,” he advised, dragging Len back to the windows, he shoved a file cabinet through to break the glass before grabbing his companion and leaping out after it. Thankfully, Len kept a tight grip on Clint as he notched an arrow and fired above them. The arrow clamped onto the side of the building, stopping their fall a few feet before they hit the ground. Clint cut the rope and dropped to the concrete, flashing Len a smile. “Gotta love trick arrows.”

Len’s glare was icy, and Clint smiled sheepishly, nodding over to the car where Natasha sat, glaring from the driver’s seat. (Maybe he’d spoken too soon when he’d promised no excitement.) “Need a ride?”

[pietrosmaxximoff]

✔ (Sam)

✔ - for my muse to respond to praise from yours

“Hey, Maximoff, wait up!” It wasn’t Pietro’s favorite phrase -- he’d never been good at waiting -- but he didn’t mind waiting on Sam. He was one of the better Avengers to spend time around, always good for an easy conversation or a bit of fun. So he slowed his step, turning around to face the other Avenger.

“What’s up?” he asked, raising a brow. 

The fight hadn’t been a very long one this time; a few punches and blasts had taken out the B-level villain who’d decided to destroy New York this week. Still, Pietro was tired. He’d fought hard, taken a lazer blast to the arm, and despite his light tone, his step was missing a certain spring. If Sam noticed, he made no mention. This was another thing that earned him a spot among Pietro’s favorite Avengers.

“I just wanted to say you were good out there today,” Sam said with a smile, clapping Pietro on the back. “Seriously, the way you took down that first guy? That was awesome.” 

For a moment, Pietro froze. Praise wasn’t something he was accustomed to, particularly not from someone he respected. HYDRA had always used praise as a tool to keep them in line, wielded it like a weapon when they celebrated the twins’ destruction. Hearing it as a compliment was new.

He kind of liked it.

“Thanks,” he grinned, leaning into Sam’s touch a little. “Maybe next time you save my ass, yes? Then we can be even.”

[pxterparkour]

[text: micks other other phone??] lol fuk da police

( ✉ → ??? ) : what( ✉ → ??? ) : who is this

[gixlofsteel]

$

@robberofatms

( ✉ → ??): I can’t help my feelings! It’s not like I flew up to space and asked Rao if hey, can I have a crush on one of my friends? This shouldn’t be happening right? Barry doesn’t even like me like that and everytime I do try to be in a relationship, it always somehow ends in disaster, am I being too chicken by not taking the risk?

[akagoddammit]

✉

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT | accepting

(✉ → lesser snart) [UNSENT]: u   soemthmes u remind me so mcuh of him it actully maeks me physiclly ill & i jst wanna h i t u rellay hard. & tehn soemtimes u actually seem liek a human beign. more of one thna i am.  & i h8u 4 it, i rellay do bc hwo can u manaeg taht & i cnat??(✉ → lesser snart): dialy remindre taht i h8 u. 

[lowkeylokidagain13]

Story Time!

This is for you @amansmortis

 So, once upon a time, there was this girl who was known as Diary aka RobberofATMS on quotev, and lowkeylokidagain13 on tumblr. Now, her friend, @amansmortis often told her she was far too obsessed with a certain villain/thief of the DC universe called Captain Cold, or Leonard Snart. 

 One day, lowkeylokidagain13 decided to kidnap Len, and she shoved him her closet. Everything was just fine, until her mom told her to clean her room. So, in a panic, lowkeylokidagain13 took Len’s cold gun and shot him with it so he would keep his mouth shut for once in his life, and then shoved him in the storage pantry with the yams.  

 Life was good and happy then. Len was safely stored with the yams, and lowkeylokidagain13 got her room cleaned so she got to keep her internet privileges, making it so she could continue to read Len coldflash every night before bed. 

 Come Thanksgiving time, when her mother went to get the yams to prepare candied yams for their dinner and inquired as to why there was a frozen man who looked like Micheal Scofield from prison break in the closet, lowkeylokidagain13 simply told her mother some excuse about a birthday present from her friend amansmortis. 

 In the passing months, lowkeylokidagain13 eventually went back to her Marvel obsessions, and more specifically, an obsession with Loki. So, as a Christmas present, amansmortis assisted lowkeylokidagain13 in kidnapping Loki to store besides Len with the yams after she returned from her trip with her family. And they also went and robbed and ATM that lowkeylokidagain13 had seen one time but had to wait for amansmortis to rob it with. 

 With the assistance of Mr Stabby Stabby and Little-Ms-Stabs-a-lot, a personal friend from the GoGo Loony Bin, they successfully pulled off their ATM heist and were never caught by the police.

 The end!

(This entire thing is basically an inside joke)

[ao3feed-coldflash]

Big Fake Smiles and Stupid Lies

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AlC2Xi

by RobberOfATMs

Barry wasn't really sure exactly when it started. Or how. He was fairly certain he knew why though, even if he couldn't place exactly when it started to to go down hill. Again. When it started to go down hill again, to be more accurate. It wasn't the first time Barry had depression. The first time was after his mom died. It got better, everything was fine. Iris and Joe moved on, so did Barry. Or, so he thought, at least.

Or, Barry is depressed and Len invites him over to watch movies.

Words: 1105, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Some Day Love Will Find You

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Iris West, Eddie Thawne, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Joe West, Wally West, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells (mentioned)

Relationships: Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Eddie Thawne/Iris West

Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Bad Puns, Barry is A Depressed Potato, How Do I Tag, My First Work in This Fandom, That I'm actually posting at least, Possible Cisco/Lisa, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Fluff, Eventual Smut, possibly, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Summaries, I'm Sorry, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canon Divergence, Len doesn't die, Eddie's alive

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AlC2Xi

[barryallcnx]

⊰ COLDFLASH AESTHETIC ⊱

Barry Allen & Leonard Snart

[to: 🏃⚡💨]: Why /don’t/ you hate me? [ ✉ ; world’s worst thief ]: because you seem to think i should

@robberofatms

[hcwkguys]

#

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

( ✉ → insert pun here ): can i borrow your freeze gun it’s for science

[hawkguybartcn-blog]

💛

send me  💛 for my honest opinion of you

“That’s the guy with the freeze gun, right? Man, I wish I had a freeze gun. That thing looks badass."

[akafuckyou-blog]

💛 hissss

💛 for jessica’s honest opinion of snart:

“I don’t get you,” Jessica says, frowning down at the picture of Snart. She has a file on him now, filled mostly with newspaper clippings about big heists, a few statements from lower-level scumbags who’ve run into him. Her own notes are scrawled in an illegible handwriting and usually devolve into a string of expletives before too long. “I hate you,” she says slowly, reminding herself to text that to him later. “But I don’t get you, either. Sometimes you are so much like him. When you smirk at me, I can see him in your eyes. But sometimes…” she trails off, picks up her glass of whiskey but pauses with it held to her lips. Her gaze falls down to the floor, to where the book he gave her is keeping her desk level. She sighs, and lowers the glass. “Sometimes I’m a goddamn idiot. Because sometimes I think there’s actually more to you than you let on, you coldhearted, motherfucking asshole.” She pushes the drink aside – for now, and goes back to reading about Captain Cold’s latest thefts. 

[usurperisms-blog1]

cont. @robberofatms

[✉ → snake fart ] The Superhero Registration Act [✉ → snake fart ] aka sell urself out [✉ → snake fart ] all over hte news 

[akagoddammit]

( ✉ → no ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

(✉ → lesser snart): my gola is 2 maek everyone h8 me. (✉ → lesser snart): dndt peg u 4 a grudge holdre. guss it maeks snse tho