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You’re always saying that touch is your love language.

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Team Flash x Reader Jokes On You

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner(s).

It was the same almost every month. April Fool’s day is an exception, but every month is not.

Cisco would pick a random day every month, choosing one victim wisely and deviously coming up with a prank. It’s like he’s planned everything a couple weeks in advance, setting all the equipment up and taking factors into consideration. He’s pranked practically everyone on Team Flash.

In June, he completely bedazzled all of Harry’s clothes, even the one’s on Earth 2. The prank made you all laugh, but Harry being Harry was completely pissed off at Cisco for a solid couple days until Barry and Caitlin talked to him.

In July, Cisco put red and yellow hair dye (Reverse Flash colors) in his shampoo, which Barry was not really a fan of since his hair looked really weird for about a month.

In August, HR was his next victim. Cisco took away all his books and coffee, then hid his drumsticks, making the novelist run around the entire facility for them. Poor cinnamon roll had gone completely silent and still, to Harry’s delight, through a caffiene withdrawal.

But not today, for you have banded together with Barry and the others to get back at said mechanical engineer. You roped HR into your revenge plan, even though HR stated that he’d only get in the way, which you then assured him that he’d fine.

“Alright so here’s how this is going to go…”

So the day started off normally, you all minding your own business until Cisco walked off to go to his workshop, tinkering with a new project. That’s when you all set the plan into motion.

You and Caitlin watched through the Cortex monitors as Harry, dressed in the Reverse-Flash suit, sneakily came up behind him.

“Cisco,” a rough and deranged low voice that Eobard uses called out to Cisco from behind.

Cisco froze, slowly turning around to face the voice hoping it’s not who he thinks it is. Reverse-Flash is supposed to be dead, right? I mean he got erased from existence not one, but twice. Once he saw the glowing red eyes Cisco screamed and made a breach to another part of the lab. Get as far away as possible, this cannot be happening.

Caitlin had concocted two compounds for this prank. You came up with the idea, and she supplied the serums. One to give Harry and HR temporary glowing red eyes. And one to change Barry and Wally’s lightning to a fiery red color.

Caitlin giggled as you alerted HR, who also had the Reverse-Flash getup, and Wally where Cisco was residing, trying to calm himself. Wally sped both of them to the other side of STAR Labs and quickly hiding, letting HR do his thing.

Cisco screamed a girly scream, backing away in disbelief and throwing random vibe blasts as the Reverse-Flash menacingly walked towards him, “You can’t run from me Cisco, remember I’ll always find a way to haunt you.” Cisco stumbled back into random tables and crates, stuttering and shaking in fear.

“No, you… you died”

“Did I? Did I really?”

“You’re doing great HR, just hang on a little bit more until Harry comes,” you spoke into the microphone connecting to HR’s comms. Barry and Harry were taking the serums, quickly zipping to where the others were located.

Barry quickly cuffed Cisco with the power dampening, cuffs so that neither doppelganger got injured if Cisco decided to fight back. The Scarlet Speedster brought Harry to stand behind Cisco and hiding with Wally behind old, gray crates.

“This should be good, if those two do this right Cisco should refrain from pranks for a month or so”

“Maybe for a solid year”

 Everyone in the Cortex watched from the monitors, dying from laughter as Cisco looked piss scared. High fives were given and recieved as the Harrison Wells doppelgangers revealed themselves to Cisco, although he wasn’t really paying attention since his soul basically left his body.

After that prank, Cisco was heavily scarred and completely refrained from pulling pranks on anyone. You madw sure that thw prank was recorded, for blackmail reasons of course, in which Barry and Caitlin would indulge themselves in any time to get back at the mechanical engineer. Harry and HR would tease him about the prank here and there, but everything was peaceful once more.

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Being best friends with Caitlin and Cisco would include:

A/N:Sorry if this one is a little plain and short.

-Meeting and working at S.T.A.R labs with them

-Becoming friends with Barry after the particle accelerator.

-Movie marathons with Cisco.

-Cisco eating all of Caitlin’s jello and blaming it on you.

“Who ate all my jello?”

“Y/N!”

“What? did not!”

-Becoming friends with Iris as well.

-Lots of inside jokes.

-Movie references

-Them being overprotective when you start dating someone.

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MASTERLIST

REACTIONS....

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PROMPTS...

     Barry Allen

Goku Saves the Day

Carnival Date

Cisco Ramon

Birthday Bash

Leonard Snart

Time Stops

Wally West

Coming soon....

Harrison Wells

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Caitlin Snow

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Iris West

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SERIES...

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SUBMISSIONS...

Barry Allen

Lovebug

Crazy In Love

Imagine

Cisco Ramon

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Leonard Snart

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Wally West

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Harrison Wells

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Caitlin Snow

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Iris West

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SHIPS

Requests

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One Word: Fangirl - Cisco Ramon

“Cisco Ramon, if you don’t close your mouth right now I swear I am going to smack you back into reality,” you grit out as your gaze flickers between the scientist and the actress you had suddenly grown an incredible hatred of.

“Y/N, that’s-”

“I know exactly who it is,” you cut off far harsher than you had intended. Honestly, you didn’t quite understand why you were so short tempered all of a sudden, all you know was that the actress you had been ready to fangirl over only an hour earlier was suddenly in your bad books, and as such Cisco should stop fawning over her… or perhaps that was wrong. Perhaps she was in your bad books because Cisco was fawning over her.

A heavy set frown made its way onto your lips as you considered the thought for a moment before Cisco interrupted them.

“I thought you liked her,” he commented, his tone surprisingly soft as he looked to you in confusion.

“I-” you start, not knowing what to say. “I just don’t want you to make an idiot of yourself. Fangirling is all well and good, but this is a whole other level.”

“Wait,” Cisco grins mischievously as he takes in your uncertain stance, watching carefully as your sights set on the ground below you. “You’re not jealous are you?”

“What?!” you ask perhaps a little too loudly, “of course not! I don’t need you blubbering around like a fish with me.”

“Mhmmm,” Cisco nods, a knowing look on his face as a smile plays at his lips. “So you’d be totally ok if I went up to her and asked her out.”

“W- I-” you stutter, the vision of your best friend falling in love with the actress and spending the rest of his life with her suddenly filling your thoughts as a frown takes over you.

“That’s what I thought.”

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Broken Secrets - Barry Allen x Reader

Requested by bon-travail98   -  Barry x reader where he has to choose between saving the reader’s life or Iris’ and he chooses Iris at the last minute. Have it be something like the meta has them separated and there’s a bomb but they’re to far apart for even Barry to get to them both. oh and maybe have the reader live but not know why because she knows she’s not a meta, and she finds out it’s because she’s pregnant with Barry’s kid(s) and somehow their speed force is temporarily hers and her body acted on some instinct and ran her out of harms way. But she’s so upset with Barry that she keeps the fact that she’s alive a secret and eventually runs into someone… is this too much?? (At this time Barry’s the only speedster)

An unknown figure appeared on the screen, shadowed from view. “You have a choice, Mr. Allen.” Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin stared at the screen with wide eyes. “Which one do you love more?” Suddenly, two pictures of you and Iris appeared side by side on the screen. Both of you were tried up to a chair with a bomb strapped on the back. 

“Where is this coming from?” Barry demanded, his eyes wide with panic. Cisco started typing rapidly on the computer.

“I don’t know. It just took over the system.” Cisco spun around to try a different computer. “I can’t access the system.” 

“I can’t get in either,” Caitlin added, frowning at her own computer. 

“You have five minutes, Mr. Allen, before the bombs explode,” the figure sneered as a map appeared on the screen. Two red dots appeared on the map. One was in Mexico while the other was in Canada. “One or the other, Mr. Allen. You cannot save both.” With that, the figure disappeared from the screen leaving only the map.

Barry stared at the screen before glancing Cisco and Caitlin. “See if you can hack those bombs and slow them down.” He studied the screen, tortured as he glanced between you and Iris. He made a snap decision. “I’ll go after Iris first, so focus on stopping the bomb on (Y/N).”

“Wait, Barry,” Caitlin shouted, but Barry was already gone. 

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If you are still doing them may I have a ship? I am a 5'2" transboy(he/him) with blue dyed hair & an undercut. I am pre-testosterone & pre-surgery. I enjoy drawing and cooking. I am short but I am a force to be reckoned with. I enjoy most types of music & try my best to dance even though my attempts normally fail. I am easily flustered. Like one pickupline & I'm as red as a tomato. I suck at flirting and mess up every pickupline. I also have really bad social anxiety, & insomnia. ♡ your blog

Hello! I ship you with Barry Allen himself! As we know, when the Flash has a crush he gets really cute and flustered himself (yet so determined and sure!), so I can see him really being understanding of your easily flustered state. Plus he’s shown to be really caring and attentive, so if you were ever in a situation where your social anxiety was bothering you, he would do his best to help you out, or take you away from what was causing it to act up! Overall, he’d be very protective and loving.

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Do you know if you'll open ship requests again? I'm new to using tumblr and would love to get one (when/if you open them up again, of course!) No pressure, just curious😊 I really love how much thought you seem to put into every request!

Thank you! I am actually opening ship requests now, unfortunately I’ve been away from the blog for too long!

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TOP 50 CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers) - #7. Iris West “I think a little fear can be a healthy thing. It helps you determine which risks are worth taking.”

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Leonard Snart in every episode of The Flash +

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There are only four rules you need to remember.

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What can a female character do without being criticized mercilessly?

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2.16 / 3.21

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Cisco Ramon is like actual catnip for antagonists 

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1x01//3x23

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Title: Time Stops Pairing: Leonard Snart x Reader Word Count: 1842 Request: Can I request a written imagine in which y/n is a meta (you choose powers. I don't care) in Snart's team and he likes you but you are seriously injured on one of their jobs. a/n: I have never written for Snart before, so if this seems a little OOC, then that’s the reason. Also, it talks about blood and pain, so be forewarned. Besides that, please enjoy!

You never meant to get shot. One never plans for those kind of things, after all. Teaming up with Captain Cold and Heatwave, you were just supposed to be in and out of the place you were robbing. Simple. The three of you have teamed up a handful of times before, and each time was more or less a success. (Less when the Flash became involved.) Being able to freeze time in short bursts was a useful skill when you were a thief. But this time was different.

“Y/N,” Snart calmly prompted you upon entering the bank. It was high-tech and contemporary, with sleek surfaces and sharp angles. His puffy coat, with the fur framing his face looked out of place in this shining example of capitalism and modernity. His cold gun, though? That fit right in.

You smirked after his cue, and raised your hands. With intent, you waved them. In an instant, everything in front of you stilled. The looks of confusion and fear on the employees and bank-goers faces were near comical in their intensity. You felt a familiar bubble of excitement in your stomach, and felt ultra-aware of everything around you. Following Snart, and being followed by Mick, everything seemed to be going to plan.

You should have known something bad was going to happen. Snart--no, Leonard--had been growing close to you lately. Well. As close as he was likely to get to someone, that is. His snarky comments towards you held less ice than usual. He had met up with you at a bar to discuss details for the robbery, instead of just a call. All on the ride there, he kept looking at you, eyes half lidded and burning, full of so much power that you were hypnotized, until he let you go with a small turn of his head, averting his gaze.Things were going so right for you, so happily, that you were only slightly surprised when the armed guards came into the vault when you three were only half finished filling bags. To be honest, you were mostly disappointed in yourself for not keeping track of the time.

Getting shot in the back hurt like a bitch, as most would suspect. In an instant, the force of it had flung your crouched form forward onto a stack of money, staining it red. Shit, you thought. We can’t possibly use this now.

Micky was up and ready in a moment’s notice, fire spewing from his gun like from a dragon’s mouth. The heat radiated from above you, and you closed your eyes to cherish it. Your body was quickly become like ice. Hands gripped your shoulders and dragged you upwards. Your eyes flew open and saw Len staring at you, the bag spilling with money hanging from his shoulder, his jacket disheveled looking for once, and a stricken look on his face. You snorted.

With Micky’s maniacal laughter in the background, Len’s eyebrows pulled together and questioned, “What could you possibly be laughing at?” Him looking at you like you were insane made you laugh again, the pain rippling through you.

“You just,” The wound pulsed, making it hard to talk. “Look worried. Never seen you look like that before.” You gritted your teeth through the searing pain, and tried to manage a smile that ended up more like a grimace. “It’s a good look for you.”

Now it was Len’s turn to snort, his worried look quickly vanished into one of composure, despite there still being some tension around his eyes. Even curled into his arms, bleeding out of the back from a bullet hole, you could see right through him. Hauling you up, he helped you stand as much as he could. Dizziness slammed into you, and you felt yourself fall more into him, as he called for Mick’s assistance. The blood down your back felt sticky and overly hot against your skin. You tried to focus on the feeling while you sucked in a deep breath, struggling against passing out.

Once Mick had grabbed both of your guys’ bags, he came around to your other side and roughly put your arm around his shoulders. He smelt like gasoline and B.O., the concoction nauseating. You turned your head towards Leonard on instinct. Pinewood and mint and incoming snow. You managed to breath out.

You must have lost consciousness for a few minutes because you were jolted into responsiveness when you were flung fully into Len, the pain of moving your arm causing you to shriek. You were in the lobby again and Micky was waving his flamethrower at the guards. You looked up at Len, the light flickering off his face and illuminating him like a god. He looked down at you, still tight around the eyes, regarding you. Calculating. If you weren’t in such agony, butterflies would be tickling your stomach right about now. “Y/N,” He said in a low, but urgent voice. You tried to pay absolute attention, but it was becoming difficult. “Y/N, listen to me, can you freeze them?”

You turned your head towards the guards. The ones that Mick didn’t burn to a crisp yet were getting ready for the police’s arrival. They had been busy that day with another bank robbery across town. That had been your idea. You shook your head lamely.

“Y/N, we won’t be able to get out of this if you don’t. You have to try.” You tried to make a fist to test your strength, and felt yourself only able to curl your hand in slightly. You furrowed your brow. Maybe you can’t do this. Maybe it’s too hard, and you’re too weak. But you had to try.

With the arm that was limply hanging by your side, you felt your back scream in protest. You waved your hand, and timed slowed down. It wasn’t the full stop you going for, but it was something. You felt pride rush through you and for a moment you forgot about the injury as you turned to smile up at Snart. He wasn’t looking, instead focused on dragging your body toward and out the door. Mick gave one final cackle and sweep with gun, and was right behind you guys. Quickly, you three weaved through the thickening crowd to get to the alley that had the getaway van. Being hauled into the back of the grey van while bleeding out was not a highlight in your life.

Len was in the back with you, while Mick hopped into the front to drive. You were gently sat on the floor, with more tenderness than you thought he was able. He kept a hand on your lower back as he tossed his gun and money to the side. Whipping his goggles off, he took his glove off his right hand with his teeth, determination set on his face. “So,” He drawled out, crouching behind you and starting to peel off your soaked jacket. “I just need to get the bullet out and you can start to heal yourself. Right?”

You grunted in response. Your head was full of cotton, and it was hard to focus. You felt Len tugging on you as your eyes started to drift shut. The van hit a bump in the road hard and you whimpered in pain. Len sucked in a breath behind you, and without warning, started feeling inside the wound for the bullet. Behind your eyelids, you saw stars.

“Shit, shit, shit Len.” You slurred out, slumping onto the side of the van. The cool metal felt nice against your fevered forehead. He didn’t respond to you. His fingers panged inside you, and with each adjustment he made to dig deeper, to find it, you felt tears leak from the corners of your eyes. You supposed that you should have been happy that your body healed faster because of your powers, so it kept you awake and alive for longer than a normal human, but you had to admit that passing out and staying out would have been nice right about now.

Leonard’s fingers pinched inside you, and he quickly pulled it out. “Ha!” He grinned triumphantly, eyeing his prize with pride. “I got it.” With a vague nod, you slid from the wall to the floor of the van, the dizziness and pain overtaking you, just barely staying conscious.

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You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do remember making it to the warehouse and then--nothing. Rolling your shoulders and hissing from the soreness, you figured that that was a good thing. Slowly sitting up, the light from the window half covered your body like a blanket. Turning your head you saw that you were still in the warehouse, although how long you’ve been out was still a mystery.

Your hand felt out, and your fingers glided into soft fur. You scrunched your eyebrows, and you looked down. Rolled up to be used as a pillow was Leonard’s jacket. A smile tugged at your lips. “I hear you’re awake,” You heard his beautiful voice from behind you, and your turned to look at him. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

You blinked. “Wha--”

“You proved my rules correct.”

You stared at him for a moment, before bursting out into a laugh. You shook your head, hanging it down watch your hands fiddle in your lap. Him and his damned rules. “Make the plan, execute the plan--”

“Expect the plan to go off the rails,” He cut in.

“And, throw away the plan.” You made eye contact with him, and saw the burning in them. Honestly, you don’t think you’d ever get used to that burning. “Thank you. Seriously. My ass would have been grass back there if it wasn’t for you.”

Len cocked his head to the side as if he were replaying the thoughts in his mind. “True.” He acknowledged, and moved to sit down next to you.

“How about I make it up to you.” You blurted out as he was adjusting into a comfortable position. Your face filled with fire as he froze. After a moment, he finished getting into a good seat. Glancing from the side of his eyes, a smile ghosted his lips.

“Oh? How so?”

“A coffee maybe?” You bit your lip to keep from smiling. “Iced?”

A full smile formed on his lips before he tried to hide it. It may have only been a moment, but it was blinding. “Well, in that case….” He trailed off, standing up, bringing his rolled up jacket with him. “Now that you’re up, we can split the money.”

He was already walking off when you shot up, despite the screaming in your shoulder. “Wait, does that mean yes? Len?” He kept walking. “Snart, I swear to god.” Your tone wavered between exasperated, amused, and enamoured. “I at least better get a better cut, I got shot after all.” With that, you jogged after him, heart full knowing that you had a date with the one and only Leonard Snart.

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I’ll leave my ask box open until tomorrow, if anybody wants to send some in!

1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.