#but I do know that more Cisco scenes in the world would make me very happy

[icedteaandoldlace]

In most cases I prefer written articles to videos, but not when it comes to interviews, 'cause sometimes with written interviews it's literally impossible to interpret someone's tone.

Like, when Carlos was asked if Cisco would be showing up in season 9, was his answer, "I just don't know"

or "I just don't know"

?

[kitkatt0430]

3, 13, 18, 20, 25, 26, and 32 for the writing ask game!

3.) How would you describe your writing style?

I tend towards third person omniscient-ish but with a focus on a specific character's PoV. So if I've got multiple characters in a scene, then the narration will focus on one character's experience of the scene - their thoughts and impressions of what's going on - without going into detail about what other characters are thinking/feeling beyond the clues the PoV character picks up on from body language and the like. (Sometimes I'll show the same scene from two different PoVs just to show how differently two people experience the same event, which is fun.) However the narrator-voice of the third person view may be more aware of things and hint at that despite largely restricting the info to the PoV character's understanding of things. Hence the 'omniscient-ish' descriptor. (I do like making fun of the things Eobard thinks he knows and does not sometimes. Gotta poke at his ego on occasion.)

I like to be silly with my descriptions - definitely been known to have a character staring at an inanimate object and then note that 'for obvious reasons, the inanimate object did not stare back'... though if it's got eyes, it very well might. ;)

I try to have a good balance of angst, fluff, and whimsy when I write because, to me anyway, to much of just one can make the whole thing fall apart. Cisco, even at his most angsty moments will make nerdy references. Kara being fluffy will still be tempered by her anxieties. And even something like Hartley drunk dialing Cisco to complain about Eobard's banana aesthetic will still be rooted in Hartley struggling to deal with his lack of closure over Harrison Wells.

(On a related note, that writing style comparison tool that's been around looooong before AI showed up says that my style is similar to that of Agatha Christie's. Which, if it really is, that's pretty cool. I do admire her writing a great deal.)

13.) Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

I'd say 7 or 8. I've got room for improvement, but I'm pretty good at wielding two different fandoms together in ways that make sense and I'm not too shabby at creating new world ideas from scratch either. I'm also my biggest critic about this because I know when what I'm trying to say doesn't make it from my brain to the page quite the way I wanted to. Which is how the magic system in Here There Be (a) Dragon got away from me a bit. (It's a little confusing, but overall it turned out good enough for me to be quite pleased by it.)

18.) First, second, or third person?

While I might experiment with first or second person from time to time, usually if I clean it up for posting it winds up third person anyway. I'm just waaay more comfortable writing - and reading - third person. Though I'm more likely to read first/second person fiction than write it.

20.) Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

I've usually got a few active WiPs in progress at any given time. Which can be chaotic. But sometimes I'll focus on a single story and just kinda crank it out to the exclusion of whatever else I was working on before I had the idea. (*looking directly at The Pied Piper of Central City*)

25.) Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

I don't know really. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to keep chapters to postable chunks neither too large nor too big. Sometimes I loose inertia because I'm trying to finish it all in one go and getting some feedback that others enjoy the story might have actually given me the focus necessary to complete it. And sometimes the idea is too big and I wind up distracted by other ideas and wow has the hiatus really been that long? Which, the last one happens whether I post-as-i-go or not.

I think I like posting more than not-posting just because... even if I don't finish something, at least I've shared it.

26.) What would you describe as OOC?

So I have two different descriptions based on where the OOC behavior is coming from.

For OOC behavior in canon, it's behavior that require's outside explanation to make sense. Such as, on the Flash, Cisco's S5 arc. After S2 and S3 showed Cisco growing to accept and even learn to like his powers, with S4 having him really come into his own as a super hero (though he was always Barry's hero ^_^ ), S5 does a hard reverse on this with Cisco expressing the rather amatonormative belief that he can't have a family and be a super hero... despite Barry and Iris being right there showing that it can totally work for a super hero to have a wife and eventually kids. If this were about being afraid of dying as a hero and leaving his potential future wife and children behind, then at least it could have sorta tied in with the Nora plot in S5, but it was so vaguely explained that Cisco's reasons for ditching his powers were massively disconnected from Cisco's previous characterization. It left everyone watching to scramble to headcanon something else that better explained his behavior.

For OOC behavior in fandom, it's a bit harder to pin down since everyone has different interpretations of the characters. So just because I wouldn't write a character as doing something doesn't mean I wouldn't see it as a valid interpretation of the character in someone else's writing. That said, if it just doesn't make sense even with taking different interpretations of a character into account, then I'll see it as OOC. Like Leonard Snart being a dirty cop in a fic. I can see him as a straight up criminal or a police officer who comes down hard on dirty cops (maybe internal affairs even, seen some good AUs explore that) because it is an integral part of Len's character that he hates dirty cops because his father was one. If Len follows in his father's footsteps as a corrupt police officer, than he's no longer remotely believable as being the same character who killed his father for endangering Lisa. He's just a character who happens to bear the same name.

(That said there are times when playing with characters wildly out of character can be a fun thing, so I don't immediately back out of a fic because someone is being OOC to my view.)

32.) Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Hmmm, so I joked above about the whole inanimate objects not staring back one and while it's not an always use thing, it definitely pops up here and there. Beyond that, I know there are some words and phrases I've reused a lot, but I couldn't list them off the top of my head.

I know I reuse specific tones for characters while writing them. Eobard's typically going to get a more condescending tone reserved for villains who think too highly of themselves. Barry or Cisco or Estelle (the character from Tales of Vesperia, not my dog) will have a more idealistic and friendly tone. Yuri Lowell, Harrison Wells... they're going to be a bit more world weary and sarcastic. I still differentiate the characters beyond that, but there's definitely a similarity in how I use my word choices to set the tone of the character.

[fea-the-grinch]

I have/used to have a few straigth ships, and I want to make a list of them:

~~~~ Straigth ships that impacted me the most:

- Tsunade x Jiraya (Jiratsu): my first ship ever. As they say, you never forget your first ;) no, really, I loved them for 5 years, but now, I just cannot read fanfiction about them anymore. However, they still hold a special place in my memory. I used to create so many stories about them, in my head, everywhere I went... I didn't know the term at the time, but I had so many AUs with them. It was truly one of the best thing in my life back then. One of the happiest I would say. I used my imagination to create diverse scenario, just for myself, and it was so fun. They shaped my taste in ships, in trope and everything. I grew up with them.

- Abby Griffin x Marcus Kane (Kabby): I loved them so much. The Angst. The Affection. The Warmth. The Trust. Yeah, I used to really like them. I never finished the series though, so I didn't see the part where everyone and everything turn crazy. In my version, they're just in love and happy. You best believe that I will never watch the rest of the 100. It's one of the only ships that I have where I often prefered the AUs to the fanfictions that happened in the real world of the 100.

- Nymphadora Tonks x Remus Lupin (Remadora): They were like my second big ship after Jiratsuna. I didn't realize at the time that I was so into ships that always ended up with one of the two people dying. I've always loved angst, and I didn't even know the word at the time x) Anyway, coming back to them: what I really like at the time was the angst and the fact that they were canon. The latter is a very rare occurence in my ships, and I knew it even at that time, so I truly enjoyed it.

Skip x Crystal: They're from the anime Carole and Tuesday. I love, love, love, love them so much. In this ship, there are angst, love, nostalgia, affection, caring, history, potential for more, talent, and so much more. They're both incredible people, and I would want nothing more than a 40 minutes episode, or a animated movie, about those two, their story together and then their stories when they fell apart and after. And then, maybe at the end, a little scene between the two of them, after this concert at the sort of opera, once Skip gets out of jail. They would talk about their feelings, their desires and their future. Whether they want to spend it together or not. Whether they want to give another chance to their love or not. Crystal and Skip are both so down to earth, they wouldn't let any drama happens between them now (don't know how it was before, when they were younger). They lived, and they learned. Now, I believe they're ready for each other.

~~~~ Random straigth ships that I like/liked:

Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago (Peraltiago): I've never read a fanfic that was only about them, but they're a couple goal. They're so good and adorable together.

Cisco Ramon x Caitlin Snow (Killervibe): I don't really ship them anymore but damn, I always had something for 'best friends who become so much more' ;^; For this type of ship, I'm always like "But if there had been a click… There would have been something amazing, sweet and beautiful between them". At the time, maybe two years ago, I think I read pretty much every fic there was about them.

Nia Nal x Brainy (Brainia): Yeah, you can probably tell that I watched DC superheroes shows. Nia and Brainy are super cute, at least in season 4 and 5, and I will ignore anyone who disagrees. I didn't catch up with the end of Supergirl, but I hope everything went well for them.

I think that's about it. I had a few others, but I realize that I didn't like them as much as I love /loved the ones here.

Creating this list makes me want to do the same for my sapphic ships...

[darlingpetao3]

House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 9)

Rating: T

Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?

A/N: Well folks, it’s the final chapter... I’m not sure it’s actually all that great, but here it is and I hope it’s well received, nonetheless! Thanks for coming on this crazy ride with me <3

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8

Eobard Thawne clutches his fist down beside him, surely feeling the surge of Speed Force energy running through his entire body once more. He looks like he’s just taken a hit of the most addictive drug—eyes flashing a dangerous crimson, his whole being vibrating at the speed of sound before everyone’s eyes.

The Reverse Flash turns to Libby and Belle—who both remain frozen in place out of sheer shock after realizing that this man isn’t who he claimed to be—and gives them one of his iconic shit-eating grins.

“Thank you, girls,” he says smugly. “I couldn’t have achieved any of this without you. The next time I have your real uncle under my boot, I’ll think of you wonderful girls.”

“What have we done…?” Belle whispers rhetorically to her sister. A speechless Liberty only shakes her head in reply.

Eobard locks eyes with Barry, who stands in the doorway to the kitchen. The villain smirks before he bolts off, running upward along the diminishing forcefield wall and out through one the holes forming in it. Barry watches on as he decides to let his adversary go. He’s learned by now it’s never the last time he’ll see Eobard Thawne. That bastard always seems to find a way back into everyone’s lives. He’s like a cockroach that won’t stay dead.

Yes… Barry will come face to face with the Reverse Flash again. He may not know when, but when he does, he’ll be ready.

Because right now, you need him.

Your world is falling apart.

Again.

The forcefield continues to fall slowly from above. Your time is limited. You know that in mere minutes, everything will disappear, including the people you love. 

“Mom, we’re so, so sorry,” Belle tells you desperately. “We thought he was just teaching us how to perfect our powers. It felt like a game!”

“My dear, sweet girls,” you look them straight in the eyes as you explain to them, “I assure you both, it’s not your fault. Okay? You had no idea who he really was or what he was capable of. It’s not your fault, do you understand me?” They nod through their tears. “You two may have grown up incredibly fast, far too fast for my liking, in fact, but I am so thrilled that you were- are mine. You will always be my little girls. No matter what.”

“Thank you for being our mom,” Liberty says to you in all seriousness.

“No one is cooler or stronger than you,” Belle adds with a smile very reminiscent of her fathers’. If these two aren’t careful, you’re going to completely lose it in front of them.

Off in the distance, you spot Barry watching this heartfelt scene play out. You wave him over to meet his nieces, so he can see what you’ve created for yourself up close and personal. Libby and Belle should meet their real uncle, a true hero, before they’re…

Barry places a hand each on the girls’ shoulders. See, Barry? They’re real. And I’ll lose them too. Do you feel my pain now? This is what I live through all the time.

Barry’s eyes begin to glisten until the tiny bulbs of tears hold still, unwilling to fall just yet.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you both,” he tells them. “You’re both such bright stars.” They give bittersweet smiles up at him in silence. You don’t think they fully understand what will come to pass in mere minutes, but you do. You can feel it in your bones.

Barry steps back from your family unit so that you all can have one more last moment together. You take this final opportunity to bring your girls in close for a tight hug, letting a sob escape you despite trying to keep it together for your family. You wave a hand over to your husbands as if to gesture for them to get in on this family group hug, and quickly. They do so promptly, all four of them enveloping you, Liberty, and Belle as if to form a loving hug shield.

“I love you,” you make sure to say these three precious words, making eye contact to each and every one of those you have magicked into being here with you today… before they disintegrate before your very eyes.

And soon enough, you can’t even feel them anymore. The forcefield has vanished within the Lab’s basement, along with the Wells and the twins.

You cry. You shake and your body wracks with the sort of sobs that hurt your throat. Barry makes sure he holds you tightly. Caitlin approaches carefully and ends up holding your hand. Then it’s Cisco who puts his own hand on your shoulder as everyone else in the room looks on at your despair.

***

After some much-needed rest in the Medbay, you awake to a spookily quiet Labs. You’re not sure of the time (or day, even), but regardless, you figure it’s best to head home. Goodness knows it’s probably still in shambles. That’ll need to be fixed.

You heave a sigh as you leave the Cortex.

“Come on, you can sigh louder than that.”

You turn around to find the unexpected voice belonging to Zatanna. You imagine she must have had to recoup as well from the amount of magic she would have used to break through to your world.

“Oh, hey,” you say tiredly. “I take it you’re on your way, then?”

“Yeah, I have a show in Coast City in two days, so I better head off.”

“Listen, I’m really sorry to have brought you into all this madness.”

“No, please. If anything, I should thank you as well as offer my condolences... Your magic is something I've never seen before. Honestly, I’m still intrigued by it.” Zatanna hesitates. “Would it be weird if I gave you my contact information? I don’t come across many others with true magic. I’d love to keep in touch. Maybe we could learn from each other?”

“Yes, of course,” you agree. “I think that’s a great idea.” She hands you her card—a glittery black business card with her name and number.

“So, hey,” she says, “You going to be okay?”

You take a few seconds to think her question over.

“I think, in time, I could be,” you answer truthfully.

“I know it may not be much,” Zatanna says, “but one of my powers involves granting wishes. Before I go, is there anything I can do for you? You’ve been through so much. I’ve seen it. And everybody has something they're hoping for. Something they wish they could change…” She pauses, waiting for your answer, but also seems distracted. You wonder what kind of life this woman has led. What has she done in her past that she regrets or wishes for from the bottom of her heart?

“I only wish for Harrison Wells to be in my life,” you answer honestly. Is that so much to ask for? It seems to be that way.

“Is that what your heart most desires?”

You sigh. “More than anything.”

There’s another pause.

“You know, sometimes you’ll find that our wishes come true on their own, even without magic,” the magician points out ominously.

“That’s code for “I just can’t make that wish come true,” isn’t it?” you joke, somewhat.

“The people that we love—they’re only gone when we stop carrying them with us. How you choose to carry Harrison Wells is up to you.”

You let that sink in and press a hand to your heart. He will always be here with you. Right here. You’ll make sure of it.

“I wish you all the luck and magic in the world, (Y/N),” Zatanna says kindly. “It was nice to meet you.”

You nod in thanks, unsure of how to respond to that. With her aged, thick book under her arm, Zatanna Zatara walks down the S.T.A.R. Labs corridor, but you swear her body vanishes before she rounds the corner…

Despite all the trouble you’ve put her through—everyone, really—with all of this, you can still take comfort in the act of making a new friend.

As you walk through the empty hallways of the Labs, you make it to where the elevator lies. You go to press the button to summon the machine when a ding sounds before your finger even touches the button. The doors slide open, and the face that greets you shocks you to your very core.

“Hello, there,” he says.

In fact, you are so stunned that you take a step back, but in doing so, you stumble and begin to topple over. Luckily, a certain someone’s quick arms catch you in time.

The face you know all too well, Harrison Wells, that is, glows with a calm happiness as he looks down at you in his arms. Behind immaculate see-through frames, his pretty blues eyes twinkle like the stars. He smiles like he knows you. You stare up in disbelief, in relief, and in love.

“Hello… Harrison.”

[fandomscombine]

I posted 1,499 times in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

No, Not Like This [Part 2]

George Weasley x Reader

BG: Rewatched the New Girl S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st  Kiss? Now make it the reader and Geroge!

a/n: This second part follows more on their realization of what tf just happened. As did in S2x16. (so they don’t have scenes together, just their brains going into overdrive thinking they screwed up. don’t worry I’ll bring them back in pt3 hehe but first here’s some chaotic fun!)

This part’s voices of reason are.... Cho and Fred!

WC:1330

Read PART 1

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

George made his way back up to his dorm in a surprising cool calm manner. It was not until late the next morning did what he did sunk in.

What George had thought was a very nice, vivid dream- one he wish he would have the courage to act upon in real life, had actually happened, he panicked.  ‘OH MY GOD! OH MY-YOU KISSED HER! YOU IDIOT!’

Fred, who had just arrived in their shared dorm, toast in hand, laughed at his very dishevelled twin queries. ‘Kissed who?’

‘Y/N. I kissed Y/N’

‘ohhh…’ George’s forwardness made Fred drop his toast. ‘FINALLY!’ He exclaimed, scooting George over.

‘wait What?’

Fred places his palms under his chin. ‘Now tell me how this all went down. Y/n made the first move, didn’t she? Please tell me she did or else I owe Ginny 5 galleons.’

~

While George had a rather peaceful slumber, you on the other hand, did not.

Twisting and turning, mind still stuck on the same sentence. Ranging between the perplexity of ‘George Weasley kissed me?’ to the absolute euphoria of ‘GEROGE WEASLEY KISSED ME!’ .

You touch you lips, gently as if by the feeling of his lips on yours would be washed away if not treated with care.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

His parting words echoed in your head.

You Mean Something to Me.

That means he likes you too right? He has to… the boy literally said it…well in the bare minimum implied it. Who in their right mind would deliver a world-shattering kiss to someone they do not fancy?

Though there is one slight detail that could offset this whole theory……

He walked away.

The boy kissed, professed his feelings then exited.

And people say that women are enigmas.

You sighed, you definitely need a fresh pair of eyes here.

The alarm clock on your bedside table flashes 6:39am.

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#4

Cheeky Essence

BG: Helping Harry with his injured hand after his detention with Umbridge

WC:1614

Warnings: Angst then Fluff.

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

“I’m not asking you to write all of it. It’s just I’m busy studying for these stupid OWLS exams.” Ron reasons.

“Please…” You roll your eyes on his bullshit. “As if you actually study. Hermione don’t fall for that-”

“I’ll do the introductions that’s all.” Cuts in Hermione.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again. It was the same every time. Ron doesn’t do his homework and asks Hermione to help him last minute. Hermione gets annoyed but ends up doing it anyway. Ahh young love. It’s so obvious that your 2 best friends like each other but even the brightest witch of her age is someone not smart enough to see it.

“Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” Ron boasts, raising 3 fingers to promise. “I’ll never be rude to you ever again”

Hermione shakes her head, not believing him for a moment “You’re only go back to normal”

This now reaches your daily limit of third wheeling. You quickly scan the common room for possible refuge, there sat on the sofa near the fireplace was the one and only ditcher, Harry Potter.

At times like this when Ron and Hermione are playfully teasing each other, you and Harry would confide in one another, both not wanting to be the third wheel. During dinner however the boy was not present, though he does have a get out of jail free card- being that he had to spend detention with that ugly toad of a professor.

“Harry!” You called after him, pushing your way towards the fireplace. “How was detention?”

Harry shifted in his seat, shrugging.

You squeeze into the spot he freed up while Hermione and Ron sat on his other side. “Here I got you your favorite.” Handing him a paper bag that contained a slice of treacle tart that you nicked off during dinner. “Knew you haven’t eaten anything…”

Taking the bag with his right hand. “Thanks, y/n” Harry places it in his lap, and hastily devoured the tart.

“Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” You question.

“Nothing. Just hot.” Harry lied.

Just hot? You wonder, just hot? Dinner ended a half hour ago, yet it was still hot? You glanced over to Hermione, which too seemed to sense that something was off with Harry. Lying isn’t one of Harry’s strengths.

“What’s wrong with your hand” quipped Hermione.

“Nothing” Said Harry nonchalantly, holding out his right hand to prove his point.

Hermione ignored the outstretched hand, grabbing his left instead. “The other hand….”

The 3 of you were not prepared for what came into view.

Harry’s left hand was swollen and red, it was like it was burned. In the middle there were white scars forming, it ran across his hand. It seemed to look like words, but you can’t yet decipher them due to the redness and swelling around it.

“You’ve got to tell Dumbledore” Worry evident in your voice.

“No, Dumbledore has got a lot on his mind right now,” Pulling his hand away from Hermione’s grasp. “anyway I don’t wanna give Umbridge the satisfaction.”

Ron would always have his friend’s back no matter what, but even he knew that this was another level. This isn’t the usual ‘be the hero, save the day’ type of ordeal.

“Bloody hell Harry, the woman is torturing you. If the parents knew about this-”

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#3

Prank, Run & Hide

Fred Weasley x Reader

BG: Even in the middle of fleeing, Fred still has time to be sweet to his girl, mid-escape.

Warnings: Sweet fluffy goodness, Snape is a piece of shit.

a/n: Hi there, It’s me getting the hang of things after my unexpected hiatus. First day back, here’s a indulgent blurb fic. I’m going through my notifications, and will be catching up and reply to them soon. Thanks for still sticking with me tho!

WC: 571

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred is leaping up the stairs, 4 steps at a time, daring to take as many as his long legs would allow.

George no doubt closely behind. Fred doesn’t dare look back, confidently on the panting heard on his left.

Both boys are speeding as if their lives depended on it- it’s a bit exaggerated but if caught, they would be facing a whole month’s detention in the Forbidden Forest at the very least or worst suspended- Molly would be furious.

No, the boys were determined to not get caught.

Yes, they love causing chaos and pranks- sticking mostly with temporary to not so serious consequences.

The one rule they hold themselves to is ‘No suspension and explosion.’

There were currently 5 Weasleys attending Hogwarts so imagine the total cost for school tuition.

They would just have to make it to another more floor then they would make it to one of Hogwarts secret passageways that would lead them to the safety of the Gryffindor Tower.

As they reach the flat landing, the unmistakable figure of Fred’s favourite person appears.

Focused on trying to neatly tuck away your notes into your book bag after being haphazardly kicked out of the library by Madam Pince near closing, having your feet lifted off the ground gave your heart a drop.

You feel a warm presence wrapped around you from behind, “MWAH” A kiss lands on your right cheek. “Hey there love!”

“FRED!” You scream, shoulders relaxing now knowing that it was not the Azkaban escapee that got you but instead your lovable yet unpredictable boyfriend.

“Sorry love, can’t talk!” He said, gently placing you back down before running again.

“And by the way y/n.” George called out, jogging backwards. “You DID NOT SEE US!”

Just as they rounded the corner, Snape appears in hot pursuit.

In his blind red anger, almost runs into you.

Regaining his composure he asks, “Ms. L/n did you perhaps see 2 bumbling idiots pass by?'

You can feel your face warm from blushing earlier but you can feel it get redder

Clearing your throat, you replied. “'No sir.”

“Are you sure ms l/n?” He presses on, staring you down. “And are not lying on behalf of your boyfriend and his immature twin?'

“Mm hmm”

It was the only reply you could muster without bursting into laughter.

Snape no doubt called your bluff... you were a well behaved student but you are still one of the pranksters girlfriend.

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#2

Sex Education S3

In which I enjoyed watching the supporting cast, namely: Ruby, Adam, Aimee, Cal, and Jackson more than the main trio.

233 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 16:04:11 GMT

#1

Harry Potter Masterlist

>> General Masterlist<<

DRACO MALFOY X READER

>The Power of Love

>Because You Noticed Me

>A Gift

>Words of Encouragement

————————————————————————-

OLIVER WOOD X READER

>Through Sickness and in Health

>The Only Distraction to Quidditch

>Taking Care of My Girl

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237 notes • Posted 2021-03-31 16:37:12 GMT

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[olivarryprompts]

Fanfic Friday #2

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read/Save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31883764

{Elseworlds} 

Ship: olivarry 

Status: married

WC: 1503 

Barry’s POV

I woke up the normal smile on my face, and I reached over for Oliver. He wasn’t in bed, so I suspected that he’d started making breakfast for myself and William. I pulled on some sweatpants and my STAR Labs sweatshirt. 

“Oliver!” I called, entering the kitchen. This isn’t our kitchen. This isn’t our house. 

Iris was here.

“Hey babe, morning. Look at these, they’re perfect this time?” Iris went in to kiss me. 

“What-uh Oliver-could have just w-w? 

“Oliver? What about Oliver? Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Well he’s my, my-” 

I look down to my hand expecting to find my emerald wedding ring, but instead I am met with a standard silver wedding ring. 

“Where’s my ring? Where’s Will?”

“What ring? Who’s Will? Are you alright? Look, if it’s Cicada, we will catch him. And with Cayden J-”

“No. Uh, right, Cicada.” “Are you alright, Barry?”

“Just, tired I guess?” “It it my cooking because-” “No, no, no. These smell,” I take a whiff of the pancake she placed in front of me, “delicious.” They smelled beyond atrocious, and I would literally do anything for an omelet from Ollie. 

“-so he’s fine Caitlin?” She hummed a yes. 

“Really? There are no anomalies. I-i don’t have a brain tumor or-nothing?”

“Barry, you’re in perfect shape.” “Tell me about it? Look at these abs, all mine,” Iris said, laying her hands all over me. I very much disliked it. 

“Maybe lay off on the PDA?”

“You sa-” “I know I like touch. But, uh, I’m going to go home.” 

“Barry, you’ve been off all morning, what is going on?” I got up and headed into the hallway. I didn’t even bother waiting for one of them to come talk to me, I just sped off.  

As I made my way to star city, I had a scary thought. What if Ollie doesn’t remember me? What if Will doesn’t remember me? 

I ran straight to Star City and picked up Oliver from the scene he was fighting at. I sped Diggle back to Argus, and I took Oliver with me back to our place in Star City. 

“Barry?” he said, wrapping his arms around me. Relief flooded my body. 

“Oh thank god, Ollie, I was so scared that you wouldn’t remember me. Us.” “No, never.” We quickly kissed. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Oliver said. 

I showed my hand, “Seems like I’m married to Iris.” “And I’m married to Felicity.” “I woke up in her house.” “You woke up, in bed, with her?” “No need to get jealous, bear,” Oliver smirked. 

“Of course I’m going to get jealous. You’re mine, and we don’t even have our rings!” “Baby, come ‘ere.” He kept me in his arms. 

“We will figure this out. I promise you.” He kissed my head. I quickly changed out of my Flash suit and into some sweats and a hoodie from Oliver’s closet. 

“We need to figure this out. Asap.”

“Morning Dad,” William said, yawning. Dad. Not Dads. He doesn't remember me. 

“Hey kiddo,” Oliver said back. 

“Who’s that?”

“He’s, uh, a friend of mine. He’s helping me with some work. 

“Where’s Felicity? I need help with-” “Give me a second, Will. I need to figure this out. Can you stay here for a while on your own?” “Uhm, sure.” “Raisa will be here anytime now.” “O-okay. Dad is everything alright?” “It’s fine, kiddo. Promise. Right, I’m going to head to work.” Ollie kissed William on the forehead before heading out. 

I followed close behind. 

“Bye Will.” “Uh, bye?”

Once in the hallways, I started crying. 

“Hey, shh, we’ll figure this out.” “H-he doesn’t remember me. Will, our son, h-he doesn’t know me.” “I know, bear, but we’re going to fix this, I swear to you.” 

“I-i don’t know how Ollie, everyone one on this earth think I married Iris. S-she’s like my sister.”

He just held me close, and I buried my head in his neck. 

“Bear, I’ve got an idea. Everyone on THIS earth. Kara.”

“W-we’d need team flash to get to her earth.”

“We need to tell them what’s happened. They’re your best friends, they’ll know something is wrong.”

“I-i-” “Baby, I promise this will all be fine.”

“How? How can you Oliver? We have no idea what the hell is going on,” I was upset, admittedly, and angry. 

“Barry, calm down.” He wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his forehead on mine. I took a deep breath. Ollie was right, we’d figure this all out. 

“Through the good and the bad, right?”

He replied with a careful kiss on the lips. 

“Come on, let’s get to STAR Labs.”

Barry took my arm and sped us there. “Barry?” Caitlyn said, “You’re back, and Oliver?”

“Hello,” he said, calmly. “So, how do I say this. Ollie and I-well, we’re married.” Cisco laughed, “Y-you and Oliver.”

I shot him a look. “Oh, oh you’re serious?”

“Look, we got married on the 28th of August. You, you were his best man, Cisco. He both used to wear a ring with the other person's colour on it. I-i, we, I love him more than anything in the world.” 

“He-yeah.”

“Kiss then? Prove it,” Iris said, walking into the cortex. I carefully wrapped my arms around Barry’s neck, and leaned it. He was comfort, and love, and everything good in the world. When our lips met, it reminded me of that. I shifted my hands to run through his hair, and, a few moments later, we broke apart.

“Good enough?” I said, gesticulating wildly. 

“Yeah. That was no platonic kiss or whatever,” Cisco said, shocked.

“I tend to agree,” Caitlyn said. 

Iris just looked down, muttering, “I knew something was up this morning.”

“I-i’m so sorry Iris, it’s just that, that Ollie, he’s my everything and I need everyone to know that and remember that. And William he is my so-”

“Hey, hey Barry, I understand. I see how you look at him, it’s like the only thing in the world that matters is him. Y-you look at me with those same eyes, Barry Allen.”

“I promise this will all get fixed, I swear.”

“Go be a hero, Barry,” She whispered with a smile, laying a kiss on my cheek. I walked back over to Ollie, standing next to him. He wrapped a casual arm around me. Once a possessive git, always a possessive git. 

“Right, so we need to open a breach to earth 38.”

“Understood. I’ll grab the interdimensional extrapolator.” Cisco ran off, and we all stood there in somewhat of an awkward silence. 

“So, Barry, Oliver, when did you two meet?”

I looked at Ollie, silently begging him to answer the question.

“W-we met when he came to investigate a case similar to his mother's back in Starling. We ended up talking, going for dinner, but I thought he’d aired me. Turns out the whole coma thing was the reason he didn’t respond to my texts. Both our night jobs just pulled us together. It’s always been easy with Bear.“

“Right, one interdimenstionall extrapolator ready to go,” Cisco said, placing the small discus looking object in my hand. 

“Thanks,” I said, opening a breach. 

We quickly ended up on a farm on earth 28 greeted by, well, people threatening us. Well, that is, unti Kara showed up. 

“They’re friendlies, they’re friendlies!” she called, “Barry, Oliver!” 

“Hey.”

“Meet my cousin Clarke.”

“As in the super one?”

Kara nodded. “You can just call me Clarke,” he smiled. 

“Barry Allen-Queen.”

“Oliver Allen-Queen.”

“Lovely to meet you, two. This is my wife Lois.” We both greeted her. 

“Kara, you know we’re married right?”

“Of course, otp.”

“Oh thank god!” I exclaimed. 

“What, what’s happening?”

“Everyone on our earth thinks he’s married to Iris, and they think I married Felicity.”

“W-wait? Really?”

Oliver nodded his pensive nod.

Time skip to when the book resets them 

I woke up again, but this time in the right bedroom. I reached my hand over, and I felt Oliver’s chest. 

“Ollie! Ollie!” I said, tears rolling down my face as his eyes fluttered open. I immediately cuddled into his chest. 

“Barry- look,” he said, carefully taking my fingers into his hand, and glossing over my hand. 

We both sighed with relief. 

“This isn’t over, Bear,” he said.

“I know. I know it isn’t. I-i’m just glad to be here.”

“Yeah me too,” he placed a kiss on my lips. 

“I’m going to go check on Will,” I said, getting up. I threw on some sweats and a hoodie. 

He hummed in agreement. 

I made the small walk to Will’s room, carefully sliding open the door. Will was sitting at his desk, typing at his computer. 

“Hey dad,” he said, briefly looking up.

I quickly wrapped my arms around him, kissing his forehead. 

“Dad? You alright?”

‘Yeah, fine, Fine now,” I smiled. 

“You’re acting strange.”

“I-it’s nothing kiddo. All good.”

“Ok. Can you get Dad to make his pancakes for breakfast?” “I might need your help convincing him.”

“Let’s go, then.”

The battle was far from won, but Ollie and I, we could figure it out. 

Read it/save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31883764

[austarus]

HR Wells x Reader Hidden Among The Fairy Lights (Part 3 of 3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @countlesswells

*Oops, my hand slipped again, now to work on MCAT Prep and Crisis of Infinite Wells

Word Count: 3844

Part 1 Part 2

You took in one slow breath as your mind registered the pesky sunlight. Morning already? Cracking your neck, your eyes gradually fluttered open as your arms reached across the bed only for you to realize the cold emptiness of the other side. HR? Where did he go? You sat up and looked around, sleepy confusion written all over your face. Did I do something weird in my sleep? Oh my god, did I accidentally slap him? …Do I even move much in my sleep? Ridiculous thoughts flew in and out of your brain before you were hit with the face that YOU HAD SLEPT NEXT TO THE ONE GUY YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR (i.e. HR, your crush and possibly the unrequited love of your life, duh). Was it necessary? Yes, very. It should be noted that you’re very much of a cuddler when you’re asleep. Maybe that’s why he got up? I bothered him, didn’t I? Oh, he probably didn’t sleep much because of me and-.

The collar of HR’s shirt slid slightly over one shoulder. Hm, it seems my girls are still free. You automatically placed your hands over your cheeks at all the thoughts hitting you at once, feeling how hot they’ve become that you literally slept with HR, but you didn’t sleep with HR. Caitlin and Cisco must never know. But that didn’t stop your heart from beating just a little bit faster at the thought. Before your mind and heart can go into full meltdown mode, your stomach grumbled, interrupting the countdown to melting down. I’m hungry, what time is it? You fished around for your phone only to realize that it’s still dead. Maybe there’s a spare charger around here? Your stomach grumbled again in protest after the thought. Or I guess food can come first.

***

A tiny tune left HR’s lips as he entered the Labs again, bag in hand with the notion of heading to the breakroom’s kitchen to make some breakfast for you and himself, obviously with the accompaniment of his special blend of coffee. He assumed you’d still be asleep at this hour since it was only 7:22 AM. The fantasy author ran a hand over the back of his neck as he strode to the breakroom. Upon arriving at the doorway, HR’s eyes widened slightly, and an amused smirk teased his lips as he watched the scene unfold across the kitchen area. He leaned against the metal frame of the door soundlessly. The cabinet had been open wide, cups settled on the top shelf as well as the bags of Jitters coffee. The Wells doppelganger noted that you still had his clothes on, which allowed his heart to thrum warmly in his chest, and your hair had been pulled into a messy bun. Yes, the sight did please him greatly.

A frustrated puff of air had left your lips as you climbed the counter in one fluid motion. HR silently snickered as you stabled yourself on your knees, reaching up for a bag of coffee beans. Looking through each shelf level, you couldn’t find your mug as you moved some over to find yours. Quietly, the novelist padded over to you while you clinked around with the cups. How did my mug get all the way over there? You spotted your ceramic mug on the other side of the big cabinet in the farthest corner. You set down the coffee bag beside you on the counter. I swear Barry and Cisco are going to get an earful for this. Shuffling your knees over, you stretched an arm to move some mugs while successfully grabbing your mug only for your knee to slip under the weight and pressure of your body at this particular angle. The world slowed until you felt yourself hit something firm, but definitely not the cold and hard ground.

“You know,” HR started, his arms around you held you tightly to himself as he set you down. Your cheeks had flared up. “You could always ask for assistance. If you truly desire it.”

“I didn’t need your help, I had everything perfectly under control,” you retorted in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. HR quirked a knowing eyebrow at you.

“And I assume the wobbling backwards to almost falling onto the floor was also part of your brilliant plan.”

“Of course.” It wasn’t, I could have almost split my head open if I landed on the ground oddly, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. You set down your mug beside the coffee maker.

“You never fail to entertain me, little birdy.” He chuckled at your little pout, reaching for the bag he had dropped. You quizzically looked at him as he handed it over to you. “I… went out to buy you somethings so that you’d be able to freshen up in the morning since-” HR proceeded to ramble on about what had happened yesterday. A bashful smile made its place on your face at his generous thought. Why are you so sweet? You opened the bag to find a toothbrush and toothpaste along with other things like facewash and such. Is that why he got up early in the morning? You thought, going back to the bathroom to fully freshen up. You wanted to ask, but you did not want to use up your third question even though this one might just be killing you on the inside to know. Meanwhile HR raked through the refrigerator for a decent breakfast to make for the two of you while looking over the ingredients you had pulled out already.

Once you were back to the kitchen, heavenly scents wafted towards you as well as the sounds of low whistling had greeted your ears. The balcony door had been cracked open to let a little air into the breakroom, allowing the heat to dissociate.

“What are you doing?” You obviously knew what he was doing but felt the need to ask as he flipped scrambled eggs on one pan to switch to another for pancake-making. Did I really take that long to freshen up? In truth, no, because HR’s quite capable in the kitchen when it comes to breakfast foods seeing as that is what he’d lived on when he lived alone on Earth-19.

“Making breakfast?”

“But I was going to make you breakfast to repay you for your kindness.”

“But you don’t need to repay me, little birdy.” Well, I mean you can repay me by giving me a kiss. HR felt the tips of his ears warm up at the intruding thought.

“But I want to,” you poked his upper arm, giving him an innocent-ish look and grin.

“Nope.”

“Please?”

HR took one look at you. “Non.”

You huffed at him before sneaking behind him as he went back to handling the eggs. “Then I guess, I’ll just have to take this.” You grabbed his special coffee bag off the counter and dashed off as if you had super speed. A mockingly evil-ish laugh left your lips as you ran away.

“Hey!” HR quickly turned the stove off and hurried after you. “My special blend! That’s my baby!”

Your messy bun bounced a bit with each quick step you took, the cool ground against your bare feet. Taking one look back, you caught HR glide around the corner and semi-crash into the concrete wall. Giggles left your mouth as your brain directed your feet subconsciously to the direction of his room. Right as you entered the room, you took a few steps forward feeling caged that you had no other exits other than the bathroom. Long arms wrapped around you before you could turn to an exit or duck away from the taller man as you held the coffee bag close to you. You squealed at being caught, a huge grin refusing to leave you face. Your limbs had entangled with his at one point as you struggled against him, causing the both of you to tip backwards instantaneously only to land with a plop on his plush bed.

“I gotcha,” HR breathed out, a smile on his face matching your own. You noted the odd look behind his eyes, a different emotion held in the depths of them. But your heart had leaped at being caught.

Of course, he caught me eventually, he literally goes out for a run every morning. And works out like a freaking champ… Not that I- He’s told me- Come on (Y/N), don’t be a thirsty hoe.

“Oh boo,” you whispered, handing the novelist the coffee beans bag to which he set it aside somewhere to be forgotten on the bed. You watched him prop himself up on an arm, his muscle flexing automatically as he gazed down to you. HR reached up to the top of your head. You felt his hands weave through your tresses to gently tug out the hair tie. Perfection, he mused to himself as he raked his eyes over every detail of your face as your hair fell into place. HR blinked, realizing that he had said his thought out loud to which you blushed at his comment. The bashfulness returning to your person. But the novelist made no effort to apologize, because he truly did think you were the definition of perfection even with all your flaws and quirks. He wasn’t going to take back the truth in his words.

You pursed your lips, feeling yourself get lost in his eyes as you became conscious of your slow breaths. HR couldn’t help himself but after setting your hair free and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, he had gingerly cupped your face.

“Would you let me ask you a question to fulfill?”

“I thought I was the one to ask the questions.”

“Humor me, would you?” You did with a sly-ish grin and rolled your eyes. “Close your eyes?” he whispered, and you did as you were told. Jitters weaved through your body as butterflies fluttered about as you anticipated what he would do. HR leaned in close, gently planting a kiss to your cheek. It’s not what I really wanted, but it’s close. I’m not hers to just spontaneously kiss out of nowhere and whenever I please. He didn’t want to be ambitious in case you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. Your eyes snapped open, disappointment jabbing at you a bit. HR watched your eyebrows knit together a bit and panic grasped at his heart. He swallowed thickly as you opened your mouth.

“HR.”

“Yeah?”

“You missed.” HR blinked at you a few times, his brain short-circuiting because he thought you were going to tell him off. Your heartbeat echoed throughout your body, feeling a bit heavy as you boldly spoke once more. “W-well?”

Your words finally sunk in. “I won’t miss this time,” a wry smirk formed on his lips as he snapped out of his mind space, HR leaned close once more with half-lidded eyes, but this time you met him halfway out of sheer curiosity of what his lips would feel like against your own. He kissed you sweetly and slowly, your mouths melding together before pulling away for air. You ran your teeth over your bottom lip, the small action urging HR to go in for more. You met his mouth with the same amount of passion again and again, revitalized from your air break. Intoxicating, the novelist thought as he nibbled on your lip, earning him a little gasp from you. He smirked against you, his limbs entangling with yours. Simple kisses becoming longer and longer, and soon your tongues had joined in the mix as they explored together. You had rested your hands on his chest, one hand slightly clutching his shirt as if to bring him impossibly closer to you. HR gently threaded his fingers through your hair which caused a shudder to go down your spine as he held you. His other hand moved to lie on your hip.

When you both finally pulled away, you noted how pink his cheeks and ears were as you were a bit breathless from the kisses. HR noticed the dazed gleam in your eyes, of course he did. Pride and joy swelled inside of him as he watched you with haziness in his own eyes, knowing that he could render you in such a state. You gently grasped his face with both hands after a few seconds, truly examining him with clearer eyes now as you had caught your breath. The pads of your thumbs lightly ran over the slight bags under his eyes. “You didn’t sleep well.”

HR snapped out of his trance, losing the hazy stardust that had resided in his eyes. He quizzically looked at you. “I slept fine.”

“No, HR, I can see the bags. You didn’t sleep well.” HR avoided your gaze, but you held him gingerly in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“I- It’s nothing, I’m ok. I promise,” you watched him plaster a fake smile onto his face. It hurt your heart that he did that to you. That he wouldn’t want to confide in you about his dreams or nightmares.

“I heard you whimpering in the middle of the night.” Your hands slowly left his face as you moved to sit up against the headboard of the bed. HR gazed up at your from where he laid, electric blues observing you. You looked to your lap before folding your legs to your chest. “You- you were muttering, and you looked like you were in so much pain. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t. So… I tried to calm you down and you eventually did.” You rested your chin on your knees as your arm wrapped around your legs. “I just wanted to help.”

HR moved his eyes from you then to the ceiling of his room. He shut his eyes slowly, guilt biting at him at how sad you sounded, how you saw his pain and tried what you could. Even if he did try to push you away in this instance. “I’ve been having nightmares.” You moved your gaze to see him adjusting himself to sit beside you. You held out a hand for him. He placed his into your own, fingers automatically intertwining together. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help the small and sympathetic smile on your face. HR sent you a sort of solemn smile as if to say that ‘it is what it is’. He never talked about his nightmares. He’s been told too many times in life that his problems, thoughts, and ideas weren’t really essential in conversations for others to know or care about. He just didn’t want to burden you.

“For my third question before I set you free,” you stammered out, wondering if… “What did you see in your nightmares?”

“Why do you care?” His retaliation took you off guard. You blinked at him. “Why do you care so much? Why do you have such trust in me? I’m just… me.”

“Because you matter, you’re a person too, HR. You deserve to be able to confide in someone. To have someone to breakdown to.” You wanted to hug him. You wanted to scream that you love him, that you’d do anything for him and that he deserves so much better. Bile rose to your throat as words fell out of your mouth. “Why can’t you see that you deserve happiness?” You wanted to go after all the people who’s told him otherwise. All those cruel and cold-hearted individuals who have completely broken this man to the point where he questions his worth. But you remained frozen in your spot, wondering if HR could be as volatile as Harry when pushed to a certain point.

HR’s eyes locked onto yours once more, analyzing the intentions behind your words, the emotions behind your eyes. Searching for ill intent to him as others have. But time after time, you had proven no malicious motive. No sign to want to damage him any further. HR sighed harshly, narrowing his eyes at his lap and squeezing your hand. The silence killed you, but you waited. If not now, then maybe he’d open up later. You didn’t know. You didn’t know if you’d shattered everything that had happened either.

“At first,” HR spoke up before you’d come to a decision to leave him to his space, “my nightmares were mild.” He glanced at you before continuing. “The popular theme of my cowardice, always running away from problem to problem. And then, before I knew it, I would be reliving my mother’s death. Traumatizing as a child, my mind echoing each harsh word that my father had spoken to me.” You pursed your lips, moving your gaze down. You despised his dead father. “The toxic relations that people had forced onto me on Earth-19 in attempts to discredit my father and the family name, especially after I was outed. Everyone just wanted something from me. And they took it, disregarding the collateral damage that they had done to me.”

“And last night?”

“I- I- You-” You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “I was in a sea of blood and carcasses; the acrid smell was stinging and foul.” Like the author he is, he painted the scene of his nightmare vividly, goosebumps running over your skin. “I was the reason you would die.” He whispered softly, not daring to look at you. You scooted closer to him, patting a free hand on his shoulder while he held onto the other as if he was holding on for dear life. He couldn’t tell you about who Gypsy really was. He couldn’t risk jinxing what little he’s built here on his own. “They all ended the same, with a gaping hole in my heart. I was empty and alone.” HR looked helplessly at you with glistening eyes. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, he slowly returned it as he hid face in your chest. “I’m not a coward.”

“I know,” your voice shook as you swallowed thickly. “You’re not alone. You’re not empty.” His breath hiked up at your words. “You don’t need to be smart or a genius physicist to have the heart and courage to protect the ones you love.” HR pulled away with red eyes. You cupped his face and wiped his tears away, unknowingly seating yourself in his lap. “You’re a good man, HR. Don’t let anyone ever take that heart of gold away from you.” His eyes widened a fraction, those words sounding similar to what his mother had told him before she passed away right before his eyes. “I’ll always be here for you. Right by your side, no matter what happens.”

“Thank you,” he sniffled, smiling genuinely at you.

You smiled at him, kissing his cheek before reaching over to pet his floofy hair. He perked up at the adoring affection. Sorta like a puppy. The two of you found yourselves cuddled up in each other’s arms on the bed, exchanging little kisses and small, goofy stories to one another in hopes to lighten up the mood. HR thought back to his conversation with Wallace as you giggled at his pun before resting your head against his chest and shutting your eyes.

(Flashback)

“You like (Y/N), don’t you?” Wally has asked the Wells doppelganger as he had seen all the lingering glances and longing looks, he had thrown you since his time here on Earth-1. HR had almost dropped his drumsticks at the Wally’s sudden voice. He had moved his gaze to Wally form watching you work on the other side of the Cortex, fully invested in your coding and algorithms to track

“What? What? No, I- No.”

Wally took a seat beside his unusual friend as he spoke, “Mm, so then care to explain why you’ve been staring at her for the past 15 minutes?” HR looked sheepishly at the young speedster.

“She doesn’t see me like that. I’m a nobody and she’s-” HR took a glimpse at you before looking back to Wally. “Smart, kind, goofy. That cute smile of hers. Devotion and work-ethic. A heart of true gold that I could never compare her to any heavenly being ever.”

“Can’t forget oblivious.” They’re both oblivious.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Wally patted HR’s shoulder, an amused smirk on his face. “Just shoot your shot, man. You never know what’ll happen.” The speedster stood up; HR looked at him quizzically with furrowed eyebrows. “And you never know who’ll capture her heart first. You know, if you haven’t already.” Wally had left HR with more to think about than discovering his worth on the team.

(End Flashback)

“Will you be my one one one?” Your eyes snapped open as HR started. He decided now would be the best time to head the young speedster’s advice. Are we really that oblivious… to each other? To all the signs? You tilted your head a bit and knitted your eyebrows. Clear confusion written on your face.

“You’re ‘one one one’?”

“It’s when one soul, mine, plus one soul, yours, equals one soul. Us.”

The way he softly said ‘Us’, made your mind almost go blank. You swore your heart did a thing and then stopped. “If this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, I’ve got to say it’s pretty cute,” you pecked his lips, “and it works.”

“Is that a yes?”

You kissed him once more before nipping back at his lips for earlier, your face happily flushing coral-pink, “Does that answer your third question, oh noble writer?”

“… I may need a reminder or two… maybe more,” HR smiled sheepishly, already leaning in for some more smooches. Before you two can smooch, your stomach grumbled one last time, the bite of hunger hitting you again for the third time that morning. “But first, we need to get some food into you.”

You stuck your tongue out at this teasing, “But I’m cooking this time.”

“Mm, but I’m semi-done so. Checkmate, little birdy.”

“I’ll just have to make you something else then.”

“Is that so? Lead the way, my little songbird.”

***

Wally opened the door to HR’s room, hoping to find HR for today’s secret training session while Barry deals with Savitar. You were apparently MIA, who Wally was also tasked with finding today. A proud smile had crossed the speedster’s face as his eyes landed on you cuddled up to HR in the bed with the covers pulled around you two. You two were sound asleep, your back against HR’s chest whiles his arms held you comfortably. See, HR had muted his phone when the two of you had started your cuddle session so that no one would interrupt the two of you. Just for today, at least.

“That’s my man,” Wally snickered to himself as he turned off the fairy lights and quietly shut the door, leaving the two of you to sleep. Dorks, I’ll make sure the others don’t bother them too much.

[morethanboomtschk]

Alan Oldham: The Art of Techno Futurism

Alan Oldham is just that – a forward thinking futurist and former radio jockey whose work has long fused the not-so-distant worlds of art and music. Creating illustrations under his own name and spinning under the moniker DJ T-1000, Oldham’s status as a sci-fi visionary has made him one of the most unique and important figures to come out of the Detroit techno movement. “Detroit techno, in my view, was originally about futurism,” he says. “Futuristic black music. Look no further than Juan Atkins for that. A lot of old sci-fi movies and TV shows portrayed a future that had no blacks in it. Detroit techno was a statement that black people would be around in the far future. You can also connect Sun Ra and Mothership Connection-era Parliament/Funkadelic to that aesthetic.”

In the tradition of Sun Ra’s Arkestral manuevers and P-Funk’s explorations of funk’s outer limits, Oldham brings forth elements of science fiction, cultural awareness, higher levels of consciousness and even mythology to forge a sensibility from a future state of existence – with nods to realism interwoven. He believes those talents are innate. “I'm a natural,” says Oldham. “I had an art class in high school, but that's about it. I've been drawing since I was born.” His style – sharp, angular, forward and revolutionary – reflects both the evolution of his craft and his consistency. “My style has matured a bit, especially with my move to paintings,” he says. “But essentially, it's the same as it's always been.”

Oldham began his artistic career as a comic book illustrator, writing for small companies such as Hot Comics, Amazing Comics, Renegade Press, Caliber Comics and a few others. “I started out like everybody else, trying to draw superheroes and trying to get in at Marvel or DC by aping their basic style,” he recalls. “I came up with my own rip-offs of characters, then a few originals of my own. But once I stopped trying to draw like other people, I was able to get in on the indie comics scene of the late ’80s. Anime and manga influences were coming in. It wasn’t so much the basic Marvel or DC styles anymore. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles famously came from that scene, so it was a gold mine back then. Anybody could do anything and it would sell. You could come out with a black and white comic and sell 50,000 copies. We did over 15,000 on Johnny Gambit #1.” - Johnny Gambit is an indie comic book Oldham created at Visual Noise, a studio he put together in the late ‘80s as a place to ink and letter the comic. The name was recently resurrected for an art show Oldham mounted at the Record Loft in Berlin, where he is currently based. Yet in 1986 in Detroit, Derrick May took notice of Johnny Gambit and Oldham’s advanced illustrative style – and he introduced Oldham to the developing techno sound stemming from the Motor City.

“When I went to Wayne State University years ago, there was a place on campus called Student Center,” Oldham remembers. “We all used to hang out there between classes. Some semesters I had long gaps between day and evening classes, so I was there a lot. I was drawing Johnny Gambit at the time and I would have my art supplies with me. Derrick May used to work at this video arcade right off campus on Woodward, and lived a block away from WSU, so I began to run into him. I had known Derrick since we were kids, by the way. Like 10-11 years old. Anyway, he was coming through Student Center when he saw me working on Johnny Gambit. He said he was starting this new label and he asked me to do the label art for it. He offered me $50 for both sides, so I did the designs. $50 was a lot of money in 1986. The record turned out to be ‘Nude Photo’ b/w ‘The Dance’ and it turned out to be very famous.”

It would become the first of dozens of album illustrations for the Detroit techno community. “Derrick had this buddy who needed a logo for his label called KMS,” says Oldham. “So he brought Kevin Saunderson down to Student Center one day, and I met him. I ended up doing the first KMS logo, the one that’s on ‘Truth of Self-Evidence,’ ‘Bounce Your Body to the Box,’ etc. And it just went on from there.” - Oldham was landing gig after gig. In 1987, one of those gigs brought him to a different world: radio. An intern at WDET (a Detroit Public Radio station) the summer prior, he was then offered his own show, which was aptly called “Fast Forward,” holding true to Oldham’s futuristic approach to life. “Fast Forward” had become Detroit’s first-ever all-electronic radio program and ran between 1987-1992. Oldham had a graveyard shift initially – 3 AM to 6 AM – but his audience was vast, as he played everything from classic favourites to burgeoning techno beats from colleagues and friends.

Some of the music given to him for his radio show was from Jeff Mills and Mike Banks, who had just formed Underground Resistance, and they recruited Oldham for yet another gig – this time in the area of public relations for the newfound collective. “Jeff Mills was another childhood friend,” Oldham describes. “Mills lived down the street from this kid I used to draw with. This kid’s dad had this high-rise at 1600 Lafayette that we used to gather at to play Monopoly every week and Jeff was in the group. Years later, Jeff had hooked up with Mike Banks to form UR. By this time, I had my radio show on WDET, and they used to feed me reel-to-reels and white labels to play on the air.

“By 1991, UR was getting stronger and they needed PR help. I minored in English and learned to write press releases in school, so I started doing that for UR for gas money. We were all crammed into Banks’ mom’s basement. Rob Hood was in the group, too, designing flyers, pasting up stuff. This was pre-Mac, of course.”

Oldham’s involvement with Underground Resistance led to his introduction to DJing. “When Jeff left UR in ’92 and they had an Australian Tour all lined up, Banks asked me to be the replacement tour DJ,” he says. “Everybody had code names in UR, so that's when DJ T-1000 was born. I went at it with gusto, ’cause it was my big break. And that was that.” - However, the development of DJ T-1000 also led to the temporary demise of Oldham’s comic illustrations. “Once I got into DJing and traveling every weekend and making music, doing comics took a back seat,” he says. “But with the slow demise of the music business as I once knew it, I’m back to the first love, making comics and art again.”

His travels and constant connections resulted in Oldham creating art for an impressive roster including Derrick May, Miss Djax, Ben Sims, Richie Hawtin, Astralwerks, Third Ear Recordings, Opilec Music, Steve Bug, Cisco Ferreira (The Advent), Delsin Records, AW Recordings and many others. “Because of my work for Djax-Up-Beats, robots have become a theme in my artwork,” Oldham says. “People know me for that, so I decided to continue the theme in my big canvases. Big booties, stiletto heels, spaceships and robots.” Oldham’s art garnered international attention through the DJs and labels, especially in Europe, where there was (and still is) a deep fascination with Detroit techno. “When I started emphasizing on doing gallery shows in Europe, the techno art got even more popular,” he says. Although he felt something special stirring out of the Detroit techno movement, Oldham knew his calling was overseas. “All that interest from Europe… for me, just the chance to get out of Detroit and see the world and make so many international friends was a very big thing, and still is,” he says.

Today, Oldham travels the world showcasing his art, as well as his music. He continues to spread the futuristic message of Detroit techno on an international level through his talents. “My number one goal with both my art and music is to impact my audience in a positive way,” he says. “No negativity, just mood and cool. I’ve got paintings hanging in people’s homes and studios, and my music in their iPods. I want to push my aesthetic out there and leave my mark.”

This article was published on the Red Bull Music Academy website in November 2014. Written by Ashley Zlatopolsky.

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May 19: Mr. Robot 4x10

So close to the end... There’s only one ep left that I haven’t seen.

This was a good episode. The pacing of the season as a whole is so good. I know I mentioned it before but I really like how each episode takes its time telling a very concentrated story or couple of stories, without distraction, and with a defined mood as well as a particular space and time.

And this was the Dom and Darlene episode. Very little Elliot, no Mr. Robot, just a fitting ending for Dom’s story line, and for their relationship story. It was soothing.

I enjoyed seeing Leon again and I thought he fit right into the narrative and tone of the episode. I didn’t think I would grow this fond of Leon, but I did. He’s one of those characters who shouldn’t work, like Vera, but is just oddly magnetic in practice.  “Do you think Leon is my real name?” Like there’s so much potential back story in that line, and I don’t need to know it, but I like that glimpse through the door.

I was a little uncertain about the Irving appearance and the sudden revelation that the Dark Army actually wasn’t chasing them. Like... I’m of two minds. On the one hand, it felt a bit too easy, like I could definitely see the bones of the narrative sticking through. On the other hand... I don’t find it hard to believe in general that Dom in particular isn’t being chased. I just don’t think they care. She was ultimately pretty small fish. More importantly, I think most DA operatives are either blackmailed into their jobs or mercenaries like Leon, or Irving himself--in other words, they’re not true believers, and when the boss gets picked up by the Feds and the money dries up, there’s really nothing keeping them at work, so to speak. whiterose can’t pay them, so what’s really the point? That Leon left is a pretty good indication that the organization is breaking up, even if that happened before the Deus hack. (Leon has his finger on the pulse of things.) I was half-expecting Irving to say “they’re not after you because the DA is a shambles--I left to publish this book!!” tbh.

So I’m not surprised that they’re not being followed, and I know they need to be officially free of the Dark Army in order to have that last conversation in the airport, so that this episode can be about the choices they make to better themselves and to fulfill their own personal growth arcs, not about choices they make out of necessity or in panic. But it still felt awfully convenient that the information should come out at that time and in that way. So like I said, I was torn.

That last scene with Dom and Darlene was beautiful. And the slightly-cliche but nevertheless moving scene, with O. Henry-style twist, of Dom running back through the airport to get her woman, and arriving just after Darlene has run from the plane, was... so, so good. At first, it really did seem like Darlene needed to be on the plane, to show she could do it alone, and Dom needed to stay in the U.S., for her family, but no. Dom needed to let go a little, like Darlene said, and Darlene needed to be on her own, but maybe not by going to Budapest, just because Cisco wanted to go there.

It’s interesting that Darlene got two job offers in this ep lol. I wonder which one she will ultimately take?

When Darlene and Dom were outside at the rest stop and worrying about being outside, and noticing all the people, I was thinking ‘I feel ya, girls, it’s the exact same for me--confusion at crowds and nerves about being around them!!!!’ But for different reasons.

It was maybe a little preachy, kinda like the optimistic version of Elliot’s Rants TM but I did enjoy Darlene’s simple but effective wealth redistribution and I agree with her that it is justice, perhaps the only justice available in a world of such gross power imbalances. Also I want to know how much money everyone got!!!

Next ep is the last ‘new’ one for me. Basically, I need to know what the Mystery Machine is and what happens to whiterose!!

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I saw someone comment this as a criticism towards iris so I'm curious what you think. they said she/barry claim she's a good reporter but she's never actually had a successful story, and always calls barry or needs someone to help her clean up the messes she gets herself into on purpose. I'm a biiig fan of iris so regardless of criticism it doesnt change my opinion of her at all, but i'm still interested in your thoughts :)

Let’s be clear, if it wasn’t for Iris and the “messes she gets herself into,” Barry would still be unemployed.

Actually, I didn’t even know this was a criticism folks made, but I appreciate you asking me about it, nonnie, because hopefully I can dispel this as a bad faith (and utterly false) criticism of Iris. To do that, though, we need to talk about Iris’s journalism over the years.

Iris is looking for her story at the start of season 1, and she finds it when a mysterious super-powered hero begins saving people. She names him the Streak and starts her blog, where she records sightings of the Streak. Barry and Joe are literally trying to get her to stop writing, while Eddie pretends to Iris that he doesn’t even believe the Streak is real and that she’s wasting her time (Eddie writes him off as a hoax, all the while he’s trying to get Singh to allow him to create a task force to catch the speedster). She’s essentially on her own, but she continues to write about the Streak, later renaming him the Flash, and this lands her a job at Central City Picture News, where her mentor, Mason Bridge, writes her off immediately as an over-eager aspiring journalist. She has so many, well-researched stories she wants to write, but the editor of CCPN is more interested in what she can write about the Flash. It’s such an uphill battle for Iris from Day 1, when it comes to her aspirations as a journalist, and nobody is coming to help her out, exactly. When she gains Mason’s respect, he tasks her with researching Harrison Wells. Iris is intuitive and sharp, and when she meets “Sam” at the West house, she immediately goes into the archives of her blog, where she’d also recorded sightings of other meta-humans, and connects the dots that “Sam” is Ronnie Raymond. Iris’s blog also serves as a meta-human database, which we see Oliver and his team use, and furthermore, the information Iris gathers on the Burning Man which she gives to Caitlin is what Caitlin uses to locate Ronnie. From the very beginning, Iris’s meticulous research is what allows for huge positive plot developments to take place. Furthermore, it’s hers and Mason’s research on Wells that propels Barry and Joe’s investigation into the truth about who Harrison Wells is. While I am still incredibly peeved that what should have been Iris’s investigation is just unceremoniously handed over to Joe and Barry, neither Barry nor Joe would have known to even begin investigating Wells. While Cisco discovered the truth on his own, this was in an isolated timeline that was erased, a timeline that saw Cisco murdered for discovering the truth. Meanwhile, Iris compiles all the data of her research and is able to connect everything back to the Particle Accelerator, a conclusion she reaches on her own through her research. She later helps the team locate Grodd, because of reports she’s kept track of.

In season 2, Iris is still a journalist for CCPN. This is really the first instance of Iris needing Barry’s aid with a story, and it’s because she’s trying to take down an illegal eviction scam and gets caught in the crosshairs. Barry saves her, and she later writes the piece. That was all her; her own research, and her own story. Barry coming to her aid, while she’s in the thick of it, is pretty standard for journalists in superhero stories, and it really doesn’t diminish the fact that she exposed this scam on her own. (And honestly, who doesn’t love the trust fall scene?) She uncovers the truth about Wally on her own and confronts Francine about it. She later confronts the speed-racing crook, in her attempts to protect Wally, and while he threatens her, she has back-up, having recorded everything he was saying, wiring it all back to CCPN to protect herself. She refuses to write a negative piece on the Flash, when Trajectory attacks Central City, and instead proves to Scott that some people are always heroes no matter what. Iris’s determination as a journalist is what makes her successful, and we see that time and again. 

In season 3, she is investigating Frankie Kane’s home situation, and she goes to interview her abusive step-father, where she discovers his physical and verbal abuse of Frankie. She also ensures the entire hospital is evacuated, while Barry goes to talk Frankie down. A clear visual representation of truth and justice working together to save the day: Iris using her investigating prowess and realizing who Frankie is targeting and then evacuating the hospital, and Barry going to Frankie and saving her. Again, there’s no one coming to get Iris out of the “messes she creates”; instead, she’s actively using her journalistic talents to help save the day. Is Iris sometimes reckless with her own well-being when she goes after a story? Yes. Iris blatantly lacks self-preservation. But that’s also what makes her so incredibly compelling as a journalist, because she has flaws, but she’s smart and determined and intuitive and heroic. In 3x11, she writes a big story on the illegal arms dealership she’d been researching and how Wally saved the day. Yes, Iris enlists Wally’s help on this case, but she’s the one who has been following through and doing all the research. She tracked the man selling the illegal arms down and busts him out. This is her story, and while Wally did come to her aid, once again, she originally enlisted his help, so that she wouldn’t just recklessly be walking into a trap. Iris was also struggling with her own future demise, and so her recklessness is understandable. We have to also allow her growth as a journalist, as well. 

After the PTSD she suffered during season 3, Iris leaves CCPN, but she returns to journalism in the back half of season 4 after her time as the Flash imbues in her a newfound confidence and sense of fearlessness. She wants to write a piece informing the public about DeVoe, so that they can be informed, and she makes a compelling case to Barry as to why she wants to publish this article. And he agrees with her perspective. She publishes this, and the public begins reporting directly to her blog on sightings of DeVoe, which helps Barry and Team Flash track them. Her articles on the DeVoes are all from her own research that she’d been accumulating, and they have a profound affect not just in terms of the individual success of the story, but on protecting Central City and helping to save the world. AND her articles on her blog are what get Barry is job back at CCPD, and we should all listen to David Singh who says, “You can thank your wife.” Thank you, Iris West-Allen. 

In season 5, she’s quite active in reporting for her blog. We don’t know necessarily the specifics of the stories that she’s writing, but we know she actively reports on meta-humans in the city. We see her at the crime scene in 5x02, where she asks David Singh for a quote, which he gives her, because he respects her integrity as a journalist (Iris’s articles on the DeVoes brought her much acclaim in the city as a whole). We see her investigating Ragdoll in 5x05. In 5x12, she officially launches the Citizen, and in 5x13, she immediately goes to follow up on an old colleague of Dwyer’s. This leads her to Dwyer, and she holds her own against him, stabbing him with her pen. She only calls Barry in the aftermath to inform him about what happened and that she discovered Cicada’s weakness on her own. Iris saved herself and discovered vital information to defeating Cicada. 

In season 6, we see her investigating a lot more, and we see how her style of investigating has changed. She’s more meticulous now. She’s more careful now. She’s really come into her own as a journalist, and that’s the point of character growth. Folks can’t criticize her more reckless decisions in 2x03 and 3x11, without recognizing that Iris also has to come into her own as a journalist. She and Team Citizen do all the research on Black Hole and then successfully publish an explosive on Black Hole, implicating McCulloch Tech. Carver sends an assassin after Iris, but she escapes by herself, after going to meet her source. While injured, she realizes that Carver is behind Black Hole, and she successfully gets him to drop the defamation suit, by coming up with an elaborate, contingency plan. That was all Iris, by herself. She then pieces together the truth about Eva.

Iris has had much success as a journalist, from writing and researching lots of stories, particularly about meta-humans, in Central City. But her most successful pieces were (1) her original blog; (2) her exposure of the illegal eviction scam; (3) her exposure of the the illegal arms dealership; (4) arming the population of Central City with information on DeVoe; and (5) her exposure of Black Hole. For only two of these, did she need Barry or Wally to come to her rescue, but she did all the research for those pieces. The success of those stories are her own. And she didn’t get herself into a mess; she was in a dangerous situation, and she made the right choice of asking for help. For all the others, she never needed anyone’s aid at all. In fact, she was cleaning a whole lot of messes up. And those five stories are simply the ones we heard the most about; we know she’s had a lot of success as a journalist otherwise, and she’s constantly using her journalistic abilities to save the day (whether it was more direct, such as in the Frankie Kane episode, or more subtle, emphasizing how her journalistic abilities play a huge role in her ability to quickly recall information and stay calm in high-stress situations, such as in the Flashtime episode).

So yeah, I think that criticism is entirely false on all accounts. I also think there’s a lot of bad faith criticisms of Iris: the same folks that will call her a “Mary Sue” (a blatantly false character assessment, it’s not even funny) will also turn around and whine about Iris being reckless. Which is it? Is she so perfectly good at everything or does she have flaws? So, I would pay no heed to those people, because they are just looking to hate on Iris without providing any real or valid criticisms. 

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Arrowverse Science Fair AU

~2004 National Highschool (Gr. 8-12) Science Fair

Projects:

Felicity Smoak (Gr. 9) – Computer software to detect card counters. She may or may not have hacked into online card games to test it (this wasn’t included in/on her project.)

Cisco Ramon (Gr. 8 or 9) – Piano playing robot. He thought it played better than Dante. His parents didn’t agree.

Caitlin Snow (Gr. 9) – Analysis of physiological response to various stimuli. She wanted to find stimuli that would help kids cope with traumatic experiences (say crashing their bike or losing their father.) If she was able to find something that made her mom show some/any emotion that would be a bonus.

Barry Allen (Gr. 9) – Growing crystals (lots of different and cool ones). His project started out as an attempt to make something special for Iris for her birthday but turned into an elaborate project. It ended up being a good choice because 1) it reminded Barry of his parents (the first science experiment they did together was grow Borax crystals on pipecleaner and 2) it followed Joe’s ‘your science fair project must make, not destroy things’ rule instated after Barry’s Gr. 6 project.

Alex (Gr. 9) and Kara (Gr. 8) Danvers – Birds in my Backyard. Eliza had insisted on Alex getting Kara involved in her science fair project this year. Alex was excited to show Kara the science fair experience she enjoyed but wanted to pick a topic she knew more about that Kara (her knowledge of math and science was intimidating enough without the superpowers). Seeing Kara’s interest in birds they decided to study birds in their backyard. With Alex’s design and Kara’s powers they built tall post’s and attached bird houses and feeders with differing properties. They then monitored which kinds of birds built nests and ate from where (with some help from Kara’s flight and X-ray vision). Alex also picked 5 nests from different species to chronicle the embryo and chick development. Kara enjoyed doing the project and learning about birds from Alex. The actual science fairs, not so much but those were Alex’s favourite part. Note: Streaky was locked in the house for the duration of the project so he wouldn’t eat any of the birds.

Winn Schott (Gr. 11) – Pop-up room/ room in a suitcase. Being in the foster system for the last couple years inspired Winn to design a room that collapsed to the size of a suitcase for easy transport but could expand in less than a minute into a nice-sized, fully-furnished, sound-proof room, so no matter how many times a foster kid was moved around they always had their own space and stuff. Also good for camping, travel and special short-term events (like waiting in line at conventions).

Lena Luthor (Gr. 5) – Oxygen absorbing/releasing crystal that could allow breathing underwater. After her Mum drown when Lena was four, she was determined to develop a simple way for people to breath under water. She was able to do just that by synthesizing a substance that absorbed and stored large amounts of oxygen then released it slowly (so if someone held in in their mouth, they could breathe underwater). She was happy and excited that her mom and older brother were interested in her project but a little frustrated and concerned that they were so focused on its ability to absorb all the oxygen from a room (in a big enough amount). Although she supposed it could be used in that capacity to control/extinguish fires. Note: although in elementary school, Lena got to compete against the high schoolers since her project was so advanced for her age.

Sara Lance (Gr. 11) – The Biomechanics of Dance and Martial Arts. As punishment for skipping classes, then sassing her teacher and principal when they tried to discipline her for skipping classes, Sara had to complete a science fair project. To make the best of it Sara chose something that interested her. In hindsight she wished she hadn’t. Her project was so good she was chosen to represent her school at the state and national science fair.

Ronnie Raymond (Gr. 9-12?)- Structural design to minimize Superman related damage in Metropolis. Ronnie was proud of his project and had enjoyed analyzing the powers of Metropolis’ hero, but he lost any chance he had at winning when he decided to leave his project to go flirt with Caitlin. At least Kara, whose project was next to his, seemed interested.

Hartley Rathaway – something to do with sound waves

Lily Stein (Gr. 11) – designing and comparing different miniaturized forms of renewable energy sources. She had some help from her dad.

Patty Spivot – Recreation of crime scene evidence using food models. A bunch of her friends (her whole cabin actually) from her summer camp for those interested in law enforcement came to support her.

-       Maggie Sawyer – seemed really interested in the bird project

-       Ralph Dibny – found every project that said it was OK to touch. His favourite was slime. To Patty’s surprise he didn’t break anything.

-       Dinah Drake – hung out with Patty most of the time. Talked to Hartley, beside her, about his project on sound waves for a bit (seemed kinda interested). Patty joined her when she got into a conversation with Sara, across the way, and Laurel about the implications of her biomechanics project in fighting and self-defence. The rest of the time they talked about that Vince guy from camp Dinah thought was cute.

-       Eddie Thawne – he hung out with Patty most of the time too but did do a lap of the fair with Iris, who was there supporting Barry, when she accepted his offer to buy her something at the concession.

Notable events:

- Clark came to see Alex and Kara’s project and brought James and Lois with him. Kara and Clark (very subtly) tested the models on the project beside them that had been abandoned and were said to be superman proof/resistant. They were very impressed to discover the models did indeed stand-up to heat vison, freeze breath and super-strength leading Clark to believe the student had a bright future. James spent most of his time talking to Winn about his pop-up room project because, “Don’t you think these would be way better than cubicles, the Daily Planet should definitely purchase some.”

- Cat Grant, a young reporter from the National City Tribune pushing a stroller, came around and interviewed all the contestants because, “What better place to find the next world changing innovator or innovation” as she put it when she stopped to talk to Clark (more like flirt Kara thought). Alex used Clark distracting Cat as an opportunity to play with the baby in the stroller. This was the only time during the entire science fair Alex was distracted, except maybe when Maggie had come, but they mainly talked about the project like Alex did with everyone, which left Alex wondering why it felt different. During their entire interview Cat called Kara Kira, much to her annoyance. At least the baby seemed to like her. This interview sparked a conversation between Kara, Lois and Clark about journalism which Iris overhead while she was visiting Barry and joined in.

- Graduate students Ray Palmer and Curtis Holt were volunteer judges and ticket takers. Curtis wore a varsity jacket over his shirt and tie which covered his name tag, but at every project he judged he would describe every aspect as terrific, so the contestants started calling him Mr. Terrific. While judging Barry’s project they began a discussion about their favourite elements/minerals/gems. Barry couldn’t decide so joked he liked Barium. Ray shared his love for dwarf star alloy with a ‘quick’ lecture about its rumoured properties and potential uses. Curtis listed at least 10 compounds essential for modern tech as he flip-flopped back and forth trying to decide a favourite and Lex Luthor who was visiting his sister’s project beside them interjected that he favoured kryptonite. While taking tickets Curtis witnessed the following interaction. He asked Damian Darhk, who was carrying baby Nora, what brought him to the science fair. He responded with “These are the brightest young minds in the country and being young means they are malleable. So, there is nowhere better to recruit future talent for my enterprise.” Malcolm Merlyn, who was behind, him added “I know exactly what you mean with what the world’s coming to we’re going to need a bright mind to save it.” This led Tommy, who was accompanying him, to say “I thought we were just here to support the Queen’s.” Then one of the other judges, Dr. Harrison Wells aka Eobard Thawne in disguise, added “No your Dad is right. This world’s next HERO could be in this very room. I’ve already made a list of students to keep my eye on.” He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. On it Curtis saw four names: Hartley Rathaway, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow and Ronnie Raymond. This led to a long conversation between the three men about numerous threats to society, the country and the world and the possible drastic solutions that would need to be employed to stop them. When they left Curtis turned to Ray and asked, “Was it just me or were those Doomsday Dudes really creepy?” “What” Ray replied his attention clearly being pulled from elsewhere. But before Curtis could answer a voice behind him said “Doomsday Dudes is a terrible nickname you should call them the Legion of Doom.” Curtis turned to find Cisco. “Just saying,” he continued, “anyway I heard there’s free Big Belly Burger for the contestants. When’s that coming?” Ray had missed the entire conversation Curtis was asking about because he had been making funny faces at baby Nora the whole time hoping to make her smile or laugh but she had just stared at him with her big blue eyes.

- Queen consolidated gave out a $1500 scholarship and a summer internship at the applied sciences division. This year Moira and Robert had made Oliver come and brought 9-year-old Thea. Oliver was tasked with watching Thea who ran around the entire science fair wanting to look at and touch all the projects even the ones with big ‘Do Not Touch’ signs on them. She spent at least an hour trying to get everybody around the robot pianist to sing and dance with her. Most people ignored her although she was able to get Cisco, Winn, Stein, Joe, Kara (who kept trying to get Alex to join) and to Oliver’s surprise Malcolm Merlyn all to sing with her and they were all surprisingly good. She also got many people to dance including the Lance girls. She even convinced Cisco to make the robot play some of her favourite songs from Disney movies. Barry was very happy that he was able to convince Iris to dance with him for a couple songs with just a little encouragement from Thea and despite Kara’s constant encouragement Alex only agreed to dance when Maggie asked. Oliver had to present his family’s award which went to Felicity. When her name was announced Donna yelled “Woohoo, that’s my daughter! Way to go sweetie!” which earned a whispered “Mom, ssshh” and accompanied eye roll from Felicity as she headed to the stage with her head down and cheeks flushed. When she got onstage Oliver presented her with her award and Felicity began to babble, “Thanks. This is so cool. I’m such a big fan of yours… well not yours… your company… your family’s company. But uh you seem cool too. I could be a fan of yours, but not like a creepy stalker fan just like a normal supportive fan, ya know. I’m sorry, I’m rambling, it’s just, I don’t know what to say. Your very handsome… and I just said that out loud. I’m so sorry.” She stops and whispers “come on Smoak, pull yourself together,” then takes a deep breath before addressing Oliver again, “Thank-you again for the award and I look forward to working with you, or for you. I’m just gonna go now.” Oliver couldn’t help smiling as she left and thinking that just maybe if she had been around when Thea was partnering everyone up to dance he may have just participated.

- Kara quickly got bored of standing by her project and started wandering around to talk to the other contestants. She spent a good chunk of time talking to Barry. Tried to join in on a heated debate between Felicity, Cisco and Winn about the best language to code in but quickly left when she had no idea what they were talking about. She ended up spending most of her time with Lena. They talked about their projects, their lives and interests and about dealing with new and scary situations especially when you feel different from everyone else and learnt that they were both adopted. However, the whole time they were talking Lena’s eyes kept scanning the room as if waiting for something to jump out and scare her. Kara learnt why when a woman Kara thought must be Lena’s mother showed up and menacingly questioned why she was distracting her daughter.

- J’onn came in disguise to check out the Danvers sister’s project

[icedteaandoldlace]

This right here is what I call The Flash succeeding where Boy Meets World failed, and it makes me so happy.

Just bear with me now, folks, this is in no way a critique of Iris, Barry, or their relationship, and it’s not me pitting two great couples against each other--it’s just the opposite, really.

So in the first gif, we have Kamilla defending Cisco against the accusation that he killed Cynthia. Cisco and Breacher both just saw a very convincing vibe indicating that he did, and Kamilla just found the murder weapon in Cisco’s workshop, yet she firmly believes that this scenario isn’t what it looks like. And even after they realize that the murder coincided with one of Cisco’s sleepwalking episodes, Kamilla still doesn’t believe he’s guilty.

In the second gif, we have Iris, who has just seen a headline (or something of the sort) on her phone indicating that Barry has done something bad, and her first response is to ask him what he did, believing whatever report she just saw to be true. Barry then replies that he didn’t do anything, but Iris is still worried, and she turns on the news to see what happened.

In the third gif (shortly before what happens in the second gif), we have Iris reacting to some sudden and unexplained erratic behavior from Barry, and she calmly tells him that he’s scaring her (whether in the context that she is afraid of him or of hearing what it is that has him so freaked out is unclear).

And in the last gif, we have Cisco turning toward Kamilla with a contemplative expression because he’s just figured out how the real killer has been gaslighting him--but Kamilla doesn’t know that yet. Here she is, the girlfriend of a man who has just been accused of killing his ex-girlfriend, and despite all the circumstantial evidence implicating him, and the fact that Cisco himself has begun to doubt both his own innocence and his sanity, and now he’s just had this sudden odd shift in his mood, what does Kamilla do? She just stands there calmly, holding his gaze with not an ounce of fear in her entire being, because whatever has just come over him, she knows she can trust him.

The obvious parallel/contrast between these scenes is that Kamilla never loses faith in Cisco for a moment, but Iris does, however briefly, have doubt in Barry.

Now, as I said before, this is NOT a criticism of Iris or her relationship with Barry. It’s not even a statement that Iris doesn’t have enough faith in Barry. Heck, Iris believed Barry in Reverse Flashpoint when no one else did, and she had nothing but the word of someone she believed to be her father’s murderer, and her own intuition to go on. And there are plenty of other situations where Iris believing in Barry--sometimes when no one else did--was a crucial factor to whatever needed to be done to save the day, and she came through. Iris believing in Barry is a huge driving point of the plot of the whole series--and she is the one who figures out that he’s being set up in the next episode, so criticizing her for this one scene would be stupid. It’s simply the fact that she was allowed this little moment of doubt, the likes of which Kamilla has never been shown to have toward Cisco, that is such a breath of fresh air.

Why?

Well, if you’ve watched both The Flash and Boy Meets World, then you already know that there are a lot of similarities between Barry and Iris’s relationship dynamic and Cory and Topanga’s--friends since childhood, all the other characters ship it, the writers knew they were gonna end up together since way early on in the series, etc. And the thing about Cory and Topanga that drives me absolutely batty, besides being overly-romanticized by their own writers (and fandom) and not truly living up to the hype, is the fact that they are the standard within the show that the other couples are not allowed to measure up to. Boy Meets World’s B couple, Shawn and Angela, despite actually having a healthier, more realistic, and imo more enviable relationship than Cory and Topanga’s, are often put down by the writers and some parts of the fandom alike as a more “superficial” relationship, and “not meant to last” (fuck you, Girl Meets World). And because of this, they’re broken apart for reasons that don’t make sense, in order to reinforce the idea that Cory and Topanga are the actual best couple on the show, and the only ones allowed a fairytale ending (which is actually more of a stereotypical straight sitcom couple ending, but go off I guess).

Nothing against Cory and Topanga or their relationship itself, I do like them together--but when a relationship is put up on a pedestal that it doesn’t honestly belong on, all the praise for it gets old fast. And having grown so weary of all that bullshit, seeing this scene from Armageddon was so refreshing, because the writers of The Flash actually let their B couple have something over their A couple. This doesn’t mean that Iris is the lesser love interest or that her relationship with Barry isn’t as strong as Kamilla and Cisco’s--OBVIOUSLY Barry and Iris have one of, if not the strongest relationships in the Arrowverse. And I think both relationships are absolutely fantastic and deserve all the love. But what this does mean is that, despite Barry and Iris being repeatedly referred to in-canon as the gold standard, relationship goals, etc., the writers also recognize the validity of their supporting couples*, and allow them to be great in their own right without having to be the same as (or even compared to) their main couple.

Cisco and Kamilla may not have been together as long as Barry and Iris, or been through quite as much together (though they’re getting there), but that doesn’t mean they can’t be just as in love or just as right for each other, without being a copycat. They are their own thing, with their own strengths and weaknesses that are different from those of their friends’ relationship.

Is there a possible scenario where Kamilla would find herself doubting Cisco’s character? Hey, there could be. But so far--since they got together, anyway--she never has. And maybe that’s because we just haven’t seen them pushed to that extent yet, or maybe it’s because Barry has gone rogue a few times while Cisco hasn’t (so Iris knows better than to trust him free of questioning, because she has trusted him in the past when she shouldn’t have). Maybe Kamilla’s faith in Cisco is stronger than Iris’s in Barry, or maybe it's on the same level, or maybe it’s not--but whatever the case, they haven’t shown Kamilla doubting Cisco. This little hiccup in Barry and Iris’s relationship simply isn’t something that Kamilla and Cisco have ever had to worry about--and that fact is completely inconsequential to both couples’ development.

Now, there were also problems Cory and Topanga faced in their relationship that Shawn and Angela never did, but they were presented very differently in their show. Whenever Shawn and Angela were struggling while Cory and Topanga were thriving, Cory and Topanga were held up as the example of what Shawn and Angela should be shooting for. But when Cory and Topanga were the ones struggling while Shawn and Angela were thriving, instead of just acknowledging that Shawn and Angela were doing better because they had their shit together and were handling things in a mature and healthy way, the show had to focus on Shawn being concerned with how Cory and Topanga would eventually reconcile, because he didn’t know how to believe in love if they weren’t together, even though he and Angela were very happy together and very in love and didn’t need anyone else to tell them how to have a relationship the right way. The BMW writers would also sometimes find a way to make it seem as though, by not sharing their friends’ problems, Shawn and Angela’s relationship was weaker, because it hadn’t been “tested” as much or some shit, idk, when the real reason they didn’t have those problems was because they simply hadn’t made the same mistakes/poor decisions that had led Cory and Topanga to where they were.

In the final season, both couples start out broken up for more or less the same reason; Topanga is afraid falling out of love and ending up divorced liker her parents, and Angela is afraid of inheriting her mother’s commitment issues and walking out on Shawn. Shawn and Angela are the first to work their issues out and get back together, and Angela does give Topanga some useful advice about putting her fears behind her and letting people in again. But this advice just sort of falls without landing, and it’s ultimately Topanga’s mom who gets to have the final word on the matter, and convince Topanga to believe in love and give her relationship with Cory a chance again. This results in them getting back together for the last time, and eventually getting married.

As for Shawn and Angela? The writers had to go and break them up before the series finale (without even actually breaking them up, just implying that it would happen eventually, because there wasn’t a good reason to end the relationship) because of a stupid rule they’d made that Shawn wasn’t allowed to have lasting happiness, and only one of the main couples was allowed to end up together.

So even though there were pros to Shawn and Angela’s relationship that Cory and Topanga didn’t have, and cons to Cory and Topanga’s relationship that Shawn and Angela didn’t have--and even though some of the problems they did have in common, Shawn and Angela were able to resolve faster--the narrative always found a way to make it seem as though Cory and Topanga were the be all end all of romantic couples, and Shawn and Angela were just....not that great (even though they ARE).

And then of course, Girl Meets World happened, and completely erased Angela’s entire character and made her relationship with Shawn (and with her friends!) out to be so much less than it really was. It also had Shawn claim that being best friends with such a “perfect” couple gave him too-high expectations for his relationship with Angela, which is said to be the reason it “didn’t work out” between them (a problem Cisco doesn’t have, despite arguably being Barry and Iris’s biggest shipper). And don’t even get me started on the stupid storyline/relationship that that character derailment was formulated to prop up.

All this to me is what makes Barry and Iris so much better and more genuine as a couple than Cory and Topanga (some other stuff too, but just focusing on this stuff right now). Because Barry and Iris are goals--and the writers aren’t shy about saying so--but they’re not perfect, nor are they presented as such, like Cory and Topanga were. In many ways, they are the fairytale relationship everyone** aspires to have, but they’re also much more realistic than loads of other highly idealized TV relationships are. Some aspects of their relationship, like being able to create powerful forces of nature out of love, are completely unattainable in real life, but the non-scifi aspects of their relationship aren’t; it just takes work (and time) to get on their level. And even if they have some issues they have to deal with that their friends don’t, it doesn’t matter why, because they’re not in competition with each other. So what if Iris doubted Barry for a minute and Kamilla never doubted Cisco? So what if Barry figured out that Mirror Iris was an imposter on his own and Cisco didn’t know Mirror Kamilla was until Barry told him? Neither of these things mean that one relationship is stronger or weaker than the other. Barry and Iris will last together through anything, and so will Cisco and Kamilla, regardless of which challenges trip them up along the way. Reacting differently to the same/similar issues doesn’t mean one is better than the other; it just means they’re different people. And that’s the way it should be.

*that’s not to say that some of The Flash’s B couples aren’t duds, ‘cause...well, y’all know. Kamisco is goals though.

**not literally everyone ofc, but you know what I mean.

[skylarmoon71]

Harry Wells x Reader Imagine-(Extra 4)

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show, song or lyrics. 

“We’re safe, you’re safe Jesse.” You watched as Harry hugged his daughter like the world was ending. Zoom was finally defeated. Both worlds were free of his wrath. It came at a price though. Even so, everything was actually going to be alright. When Harry was done having his moment he turned in your direction. 

“Jesse, I’d like you to meet someone.” your back straightened as you walked towards them. “This is (Y/N). A dignified member of Team Flash, and someone who is very important to me.” you smiled, holding out your hand to shake hers. She took it happily, her face lighting up. You were shocked when she yanked you forward into a hug. “It’s really nice to meet you.” You patted her back. 

“Y-Yeah you too. “ When you pulled away you stared at her. “You’re really beautiful.” you complimented. You could see her cheeks brightened as she played with her hair. “Thank you.” 

Your eyes drifted from her to Harry. As much as you knew about him, he never really told you anything of his late wife. You assumed it was because he cared about her deeply, her dying must have shattered his world. Then soon after his daughter was taken. Harry experienced so much in his life. 

Something else that dawned on you was that Harry would be going back home. The threat was gone, his daughter safe. He really had no reason to stay. 

You weren’t sure if maybe he was thinking the same thing. Because he was now wearing a pretty solemn expression. 

Joe and Barry came by your side and you got swept away when the dark skinned man hugged you to his chest. Barry wrapped his arms around Joe and you laughed as they kept you in a bear hug. You caught a glance of Harry who was wearing a smile, but his eyes looked so sad. 

~~~

When the short celebrations were over, you finally got to spend a minute with Harry. You walked up, brushing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey stranger. “ he took your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Hey to you.” you stepped closer, walking into his arms. He welcomed you, holding you closely. You inhaled deeply, loving his scent, the feel of his big arms covering you like a blanket. You always felt safe when you were with Harry. Which was funny since you were the one with superpowers. “It’s over.” Harry nodded. “Yes it is.” you grinned, lifting your head. 

“How does it feel?” 

“Not to have a psycho speedster trying to kill me? Very good I would say. “ 

“Always with the sarcasm, why did I expect any different.” you retorted. 

He looked at you for a few seconds. “(Y/N).” you gulped, from his tone you knew where this was going. You buried your face into his clothing. 

“I know, you don’t have to say it. When are you going back?” His hands ran through your hair. 

“At the end of the week. I need to go back. There is so much I have to make up for, so much that needs to be fixed. It’s my responsibility to help. Too many people suffered because of me.” you understood. Right now Earth 2 needed Harrison Wells more than you. You couldn’t be selfish.

“I know Harry.” you held unto him tighter, enjoying what little time you could with him. Who knows how long it would take before he came back, if he came back. All you could do was hope. 

~~

“Hey dad, I’m going to hang out with Wally.” Harry grumbled under his breath. Jesse just wore a smile. Her father was so overprotective, especially with what she’d just gone through. You watched their little interaction from your seat. 

“Quit being a grump, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. If you’re nice I may even think about getting you a rose. “ 

“That’s right!” you almost forgot. With all that was going on the last thing on your mind was celebrating. This was it. You were going to give Harry a Valentine’s Day he wouldn’t forget. 

“Hey Jesse, can you come and help me with this thing I’ve been working on. Barry told me you have five majors, so I think you’re just the person for this job.” She looked more than happy.

“Sure I got a  little time.” you walked over leading her out. Harry watched a bit suspiciously.

“Why didn’t she just ask me?” He continued looking down the hall, wondering what exactly it was you were working on that you couldn’t enlist him. 

When you were out of earshot you took Jesse’s hand, causing her to turn back at you quizzically. “I was kind of lying about that whole project thing, I do need your help though. “ 

“Sure, what do you need?”

“Well, I know you and Harry are leaving soon, so I wanted to get Harry a really good gift for Valentine’s Day. But short of big belly burgers and expensive weapons, I have no idea what he likes. Do you have any ideas? “ You were looking at her expectantly. A soft look overtook her face. 

“You really love him don’t you.” you stammered, face flaming up.

“W-What I-I never said that. W-We’ve only been dating for a few months I just-”

“It’s okay, I won’t say anything. “ Her reassurance made you relax a little. You looked down at your feet a bit self consciously. “I-I haven’t said it yet. He hasn’t either. And if i’m being honest I don’t really expect it this soon. I know how much he loved your mother, I-I can tell. I just..I want him to be happy. I want to make him happy.” you conveyed. 

“Listen to me, my dad feels the same way about you trust me. He..he loved my mom and still does. But I can tell that he loves you too. I’ve been with him for years, through all that time I’ve never seen him smile so much. And I think that has something to do with you. All you have to do is tell him how you feel. That’ll be the best gift you could get him. “ your eyes felt like they were about to well up. You wiped at them with a laugh. “Gosh you Wells really know how to tug at my heartstrings. She gave a cute giggle. “What can I say, it’s in my blood.” She pulled you in for a hug.

 “But really, thank you for opening his heart again.”

~The Next Day~

Iris walked in with a coffee in one hand and a small teddy bear in the other. When she caught sight of the scarlet speedster she almost sprinted over to him in excitement. She contained herself, watching the way his face glowed when he saw her. 

“Hey Iris what brings you-Oh!” She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He was clearly surprised. When she pulled back she was smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day Barry.” He looked down at the beautiful women in front of him, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. “Happy Valentine’s Day Iris. “ when she pulled back she handed him the teddy bear that read “Be mine.” on its stomach. He took it gratefully. His smile matching her own. Caitlin and Cisco watched the scene from their seats. 

“All right all right break it up! Some of us aren’t as fortunate.” he huffed munching down on chocolate. 

“We could have a movie night Cisco. Just so you won’t feel as lonely. “ Caitlin offered. 

“Sure, what’s more pathetic than two single scientists watching reruns as happy couples enjoy this beautiful day.” he commented. She gave him a comforting pat, going back to her work. Harry walked in, moving to his work space. Barry looked over when he saw the red wrapping poking out of his bag. “What you got there Harry?” he asked. Harry looked back, shoving the wrapping deeper into his bag as he tucked the bag under his desk. 

“Nothing. “ he answered flatly. Barry smirked.

“Hey, where is (Y/N)?” Iris inquired. Harry pulled out his phone, checking to see if you left a text on your whereabouts. He didn’t see any. 

“Maybe she got tired of Harry and ran away.” Cisco joked. Harry’s eyes hardened and Cisco could feel a chill run up his spine and the cold look. 

“Does anyone feel cold, I feel cold. I-I’ll go and check the- y-yeah I’ll do that.” he rushed out the room and Caitlin shot Harry a disapproving look. 

“He was asking for it Snow. “ 

“Still, be nice. It’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“No promises.” he added. His eyes drifted to his computer, tapping his fingers against the table a bit impatiently. Iris noticed, nudging Barry. 

“Maybe you should give (Y/N) a call. Do you think she forgot about today.” she whispered. He shook his head. “I don’t think so, she couldn’t stop talking about it yesterday.” he spoke just as softly. Barry’s head turned forward when the very person he was talking about walked in. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw you. 

Harry looked pleasantly shocked at your attire. 

Barry whistled with a laugh. Iris had to press a hand to her mouth to stop the shout of glee she almost released. You were decked down in a tuxedo, perfectly tailor for your body. Your hair was pulled down in a ponytail,  wearing just a touch of makeup. You had a rose in your hand, a smirk on your lips. You walked over to the object of your affections. You stopped when you were standing directly in front of him. 

“Harrison Wells, I would be honored if you would be my Valentine. “ you gave a deep bow. Cisco was at the back snapping pictures. Harry finally stood, he still looked at a complete loss for words. You raised, handing him the rose. He took it. “Today, don’t worry about a thing. I’ve taken care of everything. I have reserved dinner for both of us at precisely, 9 pm. The venue, my beautiful apartment of course. For the rest of your day, I’m at your service.” 

Harrison was sure of it now, you were unlike any human being he’d ever met in his entire life. You took his hand, placing a kiss on the top of his hand. You looked back up at him. 

“Come here often handsome.” you flirted. Cisco broke. He leaned over the desk laughing so hard tears came to his eyes. Caitlin was trying her hardest not to join in. 

“Don’t mind him, he’s jealous.” you said. Harrison couldn’t remember ever feeling so damn blessed. Kissing you that day was the best thing he ever did, aside from having Jesse that is.

He played along. “I usually hang out here, but we should find somewhere a bit more private. I think my girlfriend would get a bit jealous if she saw you flirting with me. “ you giggled. 

“We can’t have that. What girlfriend would leave such a delicious snack all alone.” Your eyes roved over his tall frame for good measure and he did the same to you. Enjoying the way the suit hugged your body. Even in such an outfit he could see your beautiful curves. 

“Shall we?” you offered, stepping to the side as you gestured to the door. 

“We shall.” he took your hand as the both of you walked out. 

“Just when I thought I’d seen everything. I’m definitely using this as blackmail.” Cisco said tagging the photos he took. 

~~

For the rest of the day you and Harry just enjoyed each others company. You walked through the park, watched a movie, even visited a museum. You knew how curious Harry was  about the subtle differences on your earth, so you were more than happy to educate him on all that your earth had to offer. The sun had gone down a while ago. You checked your watch, realizing you had about an hour to get everything back at your house ready for Harry. You dropped him back off at Star Labs since he said he needed to get his bag. 

“Hey, I just have a few things to take care of before nine, when I’m done I’ll give you a call and you can meet me at the apartment okay. “ He nodded. “That sounds great.” you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“See you there!” you said rushing off. 

When you got to your apartment you basically threw off your waistcoat. You started rummaging, setting up your table for the dinner you planned. 

“Candles, food, music, wine! “ you were checking off your list. Your hands dug through the fridge, picking up the bottle of wine. You placed it on the table, satisfied with your layout. 

“Kay, got ten minutes to change, need to hurry.” you ranted to yourself. You just wanted everything to be perfect. 

~~~

A knock on your door alerted you that your guest was here. “It’s open!”

Harry twisted the knob, walking in. “You should be more careful. It could have been anyone at the door and..” his lecture stopped short when he saw you standing before him. He dropped the bag in his hand. 

The room was dimly lit, the table set up so meticulously. You were now wearing a red dress that stopped just above your knees. It was dipped at the front, giving him a view of your cleavage. Your hair was in a loose bun, a few strands laying delicately on your face. You were wearing heels too. Black ones that complimented your dress. Your hands were tucked behind your back.

“Hi.” you said a bit nervously. 

“(Y/N), you look...absolutely breathtaking.” you giggled. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself. “

Harry was just admiring you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“Harry.” That snapped him from his daze. He looked you in the eye, giving you his full attention. 

“I wanted today to be special. I’ve been meaning to say this to you for a while, but I never seem to work up the nerve. So, instead of saying how I feel, I thought I’d just..sing it for you.” 

Your hand moved to your stereo and you twisted it in a motion, making the knob turn. A soft song filled the air and Harry just stood there as you started to sing. 

Love

It's a special day

We should celebrate and appreciate

That you and me found something pretty neat

And I know some say this day is arbitrary

But it's a good excuse

That I love to use baby I know what to do baby I,

I will love you, I'll love you, I'll love you

Harry’s eyes wavered at the words that left your mouth. You continued, swaying a little. 

Love

I don't need those things

I don't need no ring

I don't need anything

But you with me 'cause in your company

I feel happy oh so happy and complete

And it's a good excuse

That I love to use baby I know what to do baby I,

I will love you, I'll love you, I'll love you

Yeah it's a good excuse

That I love to use baby I know what to do baby I,

I will love you, I'll love you, I'll love you

He walked closer, and you were finding it a bit difficult to continue. You could see the tears forming in his eyes. Despite that he gave you the most heart warming smile. 

So won't you be my honey bee giving me sweet kisses all the time

Be mine, be my

Valentine

So won't you be my honey bee giving me sweet kisses all the time

Be mine, be my

Valentine

Oh

Be my Valentine

The melody faded out as you finished. He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his palm. He placed the spectacles right behind you on the table, bringing his attention back to you.

“Harry, I love you so much. These past few months you’ve made me feel so special, so loved. I know we all got off to a rough start, but I’m so thankful I met you. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met and I love you. So much.” you confessed. You finally said it. You stood there, heart pounding against your rib cage. He took your face in your hands, looking at you with so much raw emotion. 

“Words can’t describe how much you mean to me (Y/N). If anyone should be grateful, it’s me. I love you with every fiber of my being. “ you chuckled, tears running down your cheeks. 

“T-That’s good. This would have been awkward if you didn’t.” you joked. Harry laughed, kissing you. When he pulled away, he just looked at you. 

“I’m coming back (Y/N). When I’m done with everything, I’ll come for you.” you sniffled. “Y-You promise.”

“I promise.” you smiled. That was it. You would wait for him. Even if it took years, you’d be right here when Harry got back. You found the one you wanted to spend your life with, and you would never let him go. Harry was everything you wanted, and you finally had it. You couldn’t have been happier. 

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#TheFlash Season 7 Episode 1 "All's Wells that Ends Wells" Episode Recap and Review

Chester is in the cortex when a fractal energy alarm goes off. He wakes Barry up from some kind of stasis to head downtown. Barry only has 1% of his speed left.

He follows Eva up a building and after she jumps across to another building. He misses her and she shoots him.

She then goes to a Blackhole warehouse where she finds Mirror Master and Top. She shoots Mirror Master. Apparently he was the first of her creations, which makes a weird kind of sense.

Iris and Barry are having dinner with funnel cakes recommended by Superman. Obviously said dinner is not real, and Barry disappears once Iris realizes this.

Joe and Cecile talk to Barry at the station. Eva hit 9 more spots after she knocked Barry out. Ralph and Sue are off the grid, which is clever. Cisco and Caitlin are also off the grid and Iris is gone. Cecile decides to do what she can do and go see Top, as her lawyer of course.

Nash and Chester are working on the Artificial Speed Force. Barry runs in and helps Chester gets some coffee so he doesn’t do anything stupid like make himself into the fuel source.

Once they leave, the Wells’ start talking. Along with a new actor Wells, Harrison Orson Wells, they have a plan. They’ll push the multiversal particles that make them all live together into the sphere to power the artificial speedforce. There’s just one teeny tiny little problem. Multiversal particles are incredibly unstable and need an organic receptor to stabilize them. In other words, Nash is going to die. I’m not necessarily concerned. Nash is though, and refuses to do it, like any rational person presented a suicide mission by the other versions of themselves that live inside their head would.

Iris is now also talking to herself, in a mirror version of The Citizen.

Eva plugs in a flash drive on which there is a video labeled “For Eva.” She doesn’t watch it and then smashes a picture frame containing a picture of her and her husband.

Cecile talks to Top. Top knows she’s an empath and can manipulate emotions too, essentially making a person “spin out.” Correct me if I’m wrong, but was this part of her power set before? Anyway, Top sold Mirror Master out to Eva because he made a deal with Black Hole that she didn’t like. Eva in turn gave her a mission.

Allegra gives Nash coffee, and he gets an idea that does not involve him dying. Allegra can push the push the multiversal particles out of Nash and stabilize them with her abilities. Chester is skeptical when they tell him, but Barry gives the plan the go ahead. When it doesn’t work, Barry pushes Allegra out of the way and gets blasted by the multiversal particles, rendering him unconscious. When he wakes up, he’s not himself. He’s Sherloque Wells. All the Wells that were in Nash’s mind are now in Barry’s mind. It’s funny to watch Barry cycle through different Wells, until he starts having a seizure.

Iris’s hallucination is not very nice either, identifying itself as a product of Iris going completely nuts and showing her moments of failure.

The reason Barry had a seizure is because his brain is overloading. Once he runs out of speed, he will die. Nash now tells Chester and Allegra about the organic receptor thing he talked to the other Wells’ about. Allegra asks Chester to build her a magnet to get the particles out of Barry and they leave Nash guilty and alone.

It is at that moment that Barry wakes up as Harry Wells. Sidenote, but can Barry please wear glasses more? He looks far better in them than I ever have. Back to the point, Harry explains to Nash that every Wells had their problems but being around Team Flash made them better. Nash has that potential. It’s just buried down deep. Way down.

Iris realizes that the other her isn’t a hallucination. It’s Eva, somehow. Her and Eva then have some more lovely banter.

Cecile goes back to Top and manages to give her a taste of her own medicine, which she somehow learned how to do in less than a day. There’s a supersonic Black Hole jet that currently has a bomb attached to it.

Nash Wells is now wearing what looks a suicide vest so that Allegra can transfer the multiversal particles from Barry back into him. It works. He then decides to go with Wells plan and touches the sphere. It is very well documented by now that I do not and have never liked Nash. However, this scene did cause me to tear up, mostly because several of the Wells get to say goodbye to Barry. Harry ends with the iconic “Run Barry. Run” before he disintegrates Infinity War style.

He did succeed in powering up the Artificial Speed Force, which enables Barry to save the plan. When it lands, A.R.G.U.S. takes possession of it.

Afterwards, Barry, Chester, and Allegra talk. Now every time he runs, the Wells’ will be with him. I know Tom Cavanaugh will be back in some form or fashion, but I’m not quite sure how they’re going to pull it off this time.

Iris writes a message, presumably to Camilla.

Eva sees Allegra’s article about the Jet and decides to watch the video on the flash drive. As it turns out, Joseph Carver was right. His wife did die the night the particle accelerator exploded. Eva McCulloch bounced against the mirror and died on impact. The Eva that’s alive now is the mirror duplicate. DUN DUN DUN!

Ok, so this episode is weird for a premiere because it’s not really a premiere because the world ended and all that jazz. It does; however, do what it was intended to do and work as the kind of episode it was intended to be and I am going to judge it by that standard. One of the things this show does really well is make me cry at the deaths of characters I don’t like, and that’s really hard to do. Credit where credit is due there. 8/10.

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Cisco + Caitlin + P ? 💓

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Caitlin watched him from the passenger's seat, smiling wistfully at the way he moved, smooth and confident, with a bounce in his step that reminded her of the early years. He looked different now, of course. His expressions seemed fuller now and his hair reached almost halfway down his back. He was older, more toned, and in many ways, appeared stronger than he had back then. But when she looked his way, she often found herself sighing at the pull of his dark eyes, lighting her up inside, and reminding her of the simpler times. Reminding her that he was still the same Cisco. 

Cisco circled around the car, swinging a duffle bag of gear over his shoulder. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms because he knew she liked it when he did that. 

“Okay, we should be good to go,” he said with the clunk of his bag on the car floor. He slipped into the seat, glancing away from Caitlin as he tugged his laptop open. “Kay Barry, let us know when you engage.” 

They would serve as the backup for the night. Waiting away in the car just in case they were needed. And the way it was looking, the night itself may be cut short if Joe's contact wouldn’t even make an appearance. All of that was no matter. It wasn’t even necessary for Caitlin to be there, but she had wanted to tag along. She had muttered something about being alone in the car with Cisco and the team had pretended they hadn’t heard her. 

“It may be a while,” she said softly, pointing her gaze at Cisco’s turned head.  “It will be nice to catch up.” 

He was busy looking at a blueprint of the building, but she didn’t miss the way the corner of his mouth curled upward. “Catch up? We live together.” 

“Yeah, but you’ve been distant. Ever since New Year’s Eve.” 

Cisco put the laptop to the side, cutting his end of the comms, and turning to face her. His distance was weird. It wasn’t exactly distance though, as much as it was hesitance. He always looked like he wanted to say something, but he chose not to say it. 

Caitlin’s silent pleading eyes arrested him. He couldn’t have protested if he wanted to, and honestly, he kind of wanted to. But he found himself nodding, leaning his head against the back of the seat. His warm gaze bled serious.  

“It was a vibe,” he said evenly, his face warming at her gaze. “When I touched your hand.” 

“Bad?” 

He shook his head immediately, causing the nervousness of her suddenly wide eyes to fade into curiosity. “Not at all. Just startled me. That’s all.” 

He looked away, trying to repress a grin that was spreading across his face. Now that she looked at him, she couldn’t ignore the unmistakable light in his eyes. He was bursting at the seams. His distance wasn’t due to a dark secret, but an exciting one. 

“Tell me,” she said, reaching for his cheek and turning him to look at her. “Tell me what you saw.” 

His startled expression melted into something sweet, as he reached to cup the hand that was still pressed to his cheek. “Alright, yeah, okay.” 

 She smiled, taking his hand and holding it between them both. “Don’t keep me waiting.” 

He nodded. “Okay, but I need to warn you, Caitlin. It’s big. And we’re new. Brand new. I just didn’t want to say anything right away since we just started dating a few months ago.” 

She was growing impatient. “We didn't just meet though. You know you can tell me anything.” 

He nodded repeatedly, over and over, with a slight tremor in his movements. “Ha, your right. Okay.” 

“Cisco,” she chided, squeezing his hand.

A little laugh rolled off of his tongue, as he fidgeted with his hair, sliding a curl behind his ear. 

He looked over her, studying the way her eyes dilated, and the ferocity that she chewed on her bottom lip, and how her cheeks still visibly warmed at the intensity of his gaze. She was beautiful inside and out, and it had his head spinning at just the thought. 

She had always been his best friend. From the very beginning. But the more he looked at her, the more he saw her in a new light. Not as just his best friend. Not as just his girlfriend. But more. A future wife, sure. A soulmate, he didn’t even doubt it these days. But more, somehow. Love by itself wasn’t enough, because he had already felt love at the sight of others. No, this was more. This was something that made him doubt that he had ever known what love meant. This was something that could leave his entire world fractured, but yet he would beg her to do it. 

This is why he was sure that the words hidden deep inside him, bursting to pour out, were good. But it was as he had said it. Their relationship, in this nature, was brand new. He didn’t want to startle her. He didn’t want her to be worried by the intensity that he already loved her. And this, this was big. 

But yet, as easily as it had been to fall for her in the first place, he found his words flowing off of his tongue. “I vibed that we had a baby.” 

Now that it was in the open, he couldn’t hold back the grin that had been resting beneath his closed lips for almost two weeks. It was as if fireworks had gone off inside, as his eyes became a flame of excitement. He was trembling, like a kid on a sugar high, wrapping his fingers around Caitlin’s palm. 

She was still. Like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over her and she was still torn on how to respond to it. “Soon?” she asked, her eyes flickering with a spark of life. 

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “I wasn’t given a date. But I don’t think it’s like this year kind of soon.” 

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “Wow.” 

“I know, I know…” 

“What exactly did you see?” she asked, the shock fading from her face slightly, being replaced by a nervous, but excited, little smile. 

He opened his mouth but then quickly shut it closed. “I could tell you,” he said with a playful smirk.  

“Cisco!” she said, sending him a hot glare. “Please.” 

“Or I could show you.” 

Her heart somersaulted at the thought. But she found herself squeezing his outstretched hand, nodding in agreement.  

Blue light trickled into their vision abruptly, like they had both been sucked into a black hole. The car, the seats, and the possible alert from Barry faded into nothing, and all Caitlin could focus on was the dark hallway and Cisco’s firm grip on her hand.

They walked slowly down the hallway, which Caitlin easily identified as the one in her own apartment. A square of orange light lit up the hallway wall, reflecting the room that Caitlin typically used as storage. Cisco pulled her on, his eyes looking like two swirly dots of black under the tinted light, bursting with manic anticipation. 

 “Come on,” he said, so terribly aware of the way. The sunset hit their faces as they approached the room together, softly slipping in to see a silhouette swaying in the corner. Caitlin’s grip on Cisco’s hand grew tighter at the sight of the crib, the mobile turning above it, and she nearly lost balance when she caught sight of her own body, rocking back and forth with a soft tune whispering from her lips. 

“Cait,” Cisco said softly beside her, reaching out a hand to the other Caitlin. His words sounded rehearsed like he had been in the same scene thousands of times. But that didn’t keep the tender elation from his voice. 

Vibe Caitlin tilted her head slightly, placing her eyes on Cisco. A flash of recognition passed over her eyes and she melted into a smile. Partially, it must have been the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, but she had a vivid glow to her. Like she had been drenched in starlight. 

“I can’t believe it,” both Caitlin’s said at once, startling Cisco to the core. 

He glanced at his girlfriend, holding his hand, with eyes wide like saucers. 

And then at Vibe Caitlin, gazing upon him with unhidden passion. She rocked the baby some more, smiling wider. “I can’t believe we made a person.” 

Cisco gasped like he always did. It was something he could never keep himself from doing when he heard the words. A sob crawled its way out, as he neared future Caitlin, as he always did in the Vibe, unable to keep himself from the compulsion. And he placed a hand gently on the fabric of her shoulder, leaning in to get a glimpse at the infant she was cradling. And just as quickly as his fingers met her arm, the vision slipped away and he was back in the car beside Caitlin. 

They both remained in the car, with an odd silence swallowing them whole. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was tense. It felt too important to interrupt. 

Cisco finally looked at her after a few moments, at her with wide, questioning eyes, with careless streaks of tears running down his own cheeks. He began to brush them away, laughing to himself as she watched him, shaking his head at the mess he was. 

He met her own watery eyes, looking at him as if she was in a daze. A daze that may take a lightning strike to pull her out of. But still, she shifted in her seat, reaching to touch the side of his face, pushing her thumb against a spot of dampness. “Cisco?” 

He shuddered, leaning his forehead forward to touch her own. “Yeah, Cait?” 

She pauses for a moment, closing her eyes at his warm breath against her face. She felt as if her world was trembling, but being pieced together, all it once. He was right. It was big. There was a lot. But it was beautiful, and her entire heart soared at the thought.

She laughed a bit like he had just a few moments ago, and then, with certainty in her glittering eyes. “I can’t wait.” 

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Yet another forgotten Lisa Snart Appreciation Week episode exploring if Barry and Lisa had a rapport. 

Lisa looked around the room. It's high ceilings sparkled with hanging lights made of thousands of diamonds, it floors gleamed with freshly waxed marble tiles, golden plaques on the wall thanking it's donators.

She wondered if she would visit this place every day if she were rich.

Probably not, the people here were beyond snobby and whined about how the caviar was grilled not slightly roasted. Maybe she would visit occasionally just for the novelty and the fact that she was rich enough to get into a country club legally.

Unlike now, she was under the name of Mrs. Smith-the most generic name ever- waiting for her husband, Mr. Smith aka the Flash.

Cisco had asked for her help with a mission of some sort against a Man in an Iron Mask. She had no idea who the hell he was and why he chose such a weird costume choice and why she should care, but he begged and then offered to turn the other way the next time the Rogues were on a stealing spree. Lenny would be furious about her helping them, but he would totally thank her for the pass on stealing sprees.

Plus how could she refused the opportunity to see who the Flash really was!

She stroke her blond wig, self-consciously and checked her compact mirror to make sure it was straight. You never knew when disguises started to go wonky in the middle of the plan.

A thin, Caucasian man with brown hair and sweet eyes approached the table, and looked for his place card. She recognized him as Cisco's friend that he always hanged out with at the bar and at the Lab. Barry something.

He was the Flash?

But but he was so, so not muscley or intimidating and he was a scientist. Well that explained how he was always able to understand everything Cisco and that doctor girl was saying.

"Hello sweetie, I think your place card is here next to me, your darling wife." Lisa purred, and waved the card with her fingers.

Barry's face morphed into one of confusion, then realization dawned on him and he hissed.

"What are you doing here, Snart?"

"Calm down Speedy. Cisco asked me to do this. Guess your uptight doctor wouldn't pretty enough to convince people she was rich. Can't blame you."

"Caitlin is very pretty and only couldn't do it because we need her at the base to set up the cameras. More importantly, why did Cisco asked you of all people?" Barry shook his head worriedly, "I swear I'm going to kill him if this fails." "What?" Lisa pouted, but with a sincerely offended tone "I'm an expert at these kind of things, you should be thankful I'm helping you."

"Hardly." Barry muttered, but he sighed and went to business mode.

"Here's the exact plan. You are only going to act like my wife and not make a big scene, while I look for the Iron Mask. Got it. Nothing else."

Lisa rolled her eyes. The Flash was almost as bad her brother. She wasn't going to ruin the mission. She meant what she said about being good at these kinds of cons. And she hated the fact that he thought just because she was who she was that she would be incapable of pulling off this kind of mission.

They sat next to each other, glancing around the room in silence when a elderly waiter approached them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, in behalf of Central City's Wildhills Country Club I would like to congratulate you on your 10th year anniversary."

"Uh why I'm yeah thanks." Barry stammered.

"Yes thank you so much!" Lisa swooped in, clutching Barry's arm lovingly, "Barrykins and I are super happy we made it this far. Right sweetie-pie" Lisa grinned, devilishly at him as he looked at her in surprise

"Yes, snoopi-poo and I can't imagine our lives without each other." Barry chimed in, squeezing her tightly as she cringed at the name.

"When I hear her snore at night, it's the most musical sound in the world. It's like an orchestra" Barry he continued with an overly-perky voice.

"And when honey buns buns trips over the rug and breaks our Ming vase, I can't believe I married such a cute klutz" Lisa countered an even happier voice, then turned his face to nuzzle noses.

The waiter gave them a strange look, before saying "Good, good tell me when you've placed your order" and walked off. "Snoopi-poo!" Lisa cried, punching his shoulder.

"You started it! Barrykins really?" Barry snorted.  "We've been "married" for 10 years I was trying to make it convincing.” Lisa protested. 

They settled back to easy silence and ordered their food. Barry looking around the room, discreetly as Lisa eyed the jewelry on the patrons. The ruby necklace would look great with her pink peasant blouse that she got. Maybe if she could just accidentally trip her way.... Wait what was she thinking? This place is full of rich guys!

She could just flirt and adultery her way into getting a nice ring or two.

"Everybody! Everybody!" A man dressed in a tux, whom Lisa assumed was the manager, stood up clinking his glass.

"Since it's almost Valentine's Day I would like to call up some of our favorite couples to talk about their marriage. Mr and Mrs. Loomis, our golden couple reaching their 62 anniversary."

Lisa ignored the couples getting up to talk and she could Barry was getting increasingly bored and fidgety.

She looked around, she doubted that the man they were chasing would come with his Iron Mask on so what the hell was he looking around. The room was only filled with elderly WASPS, she swore they were the only couple under 60 there.

She leaned over to him, and whispered "I think we should check in the back rooms like storage. That's always wear Lenny, Mick and I go when we tried to infiltrate these kinds of things. No one notices extra stuff in storage." "That could work,” Barry mumbled.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith!" The manager boomed "Come in up here!" Lisa and Barry looked at each other in panic. 

“Maybe it's another Smith couple. It's such a common name." Lisa gave a dry laugh.  But the whole room was staring at them. Of course. They shuffled slowly to the center of the room and plastered fake grins.

“What can I say about our marriage" Barry stalled "What can I say? Um it's been a struggle....uh yeah. But we always pull through." Lisa groaned under her breath, this was bad.

"What he means is that.." Lisa added, searching for something to say about love.

"We, we are always there for each other. When you're scared, you run, when you can't run you crawl. When you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you. That's my husband. If had I dare to choose, I'd choose him over all the men over all the planets the night sky could show me."

The crowd clapped, and Barry stared at her in shock.

"Thank you" he called too loudly into the microphone. She brushed past the manager and they ran offstage.

"Here you go" she handed him a set of keys she swiped from the manager. Lenny had taught her a long time ago how to pick pocket by just brushing past someone. Less conspicuous.

"Wow, that was fast" Barry said, looking over the keys as they existed the room. "Wait up" A voice called out, running behind them.

"Barry why are you pretending to be Mr. Smith," A Hispanic man asked, and she recognized him. Cisco's piano brother. Wait Cisco's brother!

He seemed to recognize her too "Why are you with Captain Cold's sister! Do you know she's Captain Cold's sister? I'm liable to call the police on you" He threatened.  

She placed a hand over his mouth "If you call the police, I might have to touch you on your special part" She whispered.  "What kind of threat is that?" Piano brother hissed, when she took off her hand. “Barry hand me your phone, no actually just dial 911 you have no idea what weapons she could be.." Lisa kneed him in the crotch.

He collapsed to the ground, she grabbed Barry's arm and ran out, after she stopped to get her coat and hobo bag that concealed her gun and he quickly changed to his costume.

"You didn't have to kneed him there" Barry walked quickly as they tried to look for the back entrance that might lead to the storage room.

"Collateral damage besides Cisco told me about him. He sounds like an asshole" She muttered. 

"He may exhibit some asshole-like qualities but you just don't tell a guy you're going to touch his special place and then hit it." Barry protested.  "Maybe you don't.” Lisa grinned as Barry opened a door hidden behind a bunch of well-coiffed shrubs.

"And you watch Firefly?" Barry asked excitedly. Lisa froze. She chose those quotes for her impromptu anniversary speech because she didn't think anyone watched that show.

"Maybe?" Lisa stammered.  "I love that show! I can kill you.."

"With my mind." Lisa finished, and scowled at his enthusiastic, mocking grin. She couldn't believe she shared the same guilty pleasure as the Flash.

"I just enjoy it from time to time" Lisa defended herself "It's not like I dress up for Halloween or anything" She smirked at the sheepish look that crawled onto his face. "Oh Speedster," Lisa shook her head. 

Barry sparked back to life though, and started asking questions "What did you think of Walsh's death in the movie?"

"I don't consider the movie canon." Lisa replied.  "Yeah, I mean it was totally unnecessary. Oh and what is with River not wearing shoes?"

Lisa glared at him. 

"We're getting friendly, this is weird." Barry said "We should stop." Lisa muttered "Right now. Let's stop right now."

They scoured the back rooms of the country club and unlike the inside of the spacious place, it was dank and dark and musty as a cave. "Why would the Iron Mask be here anyway?" Lisa asked.  "Don't know his plan exactly, but Cisco heard from Dante that some guy found an Iron Mask under the piano one night here at the club so we figured we'd check out if he or anyone associated with him is hiding here.... You should probably go now."

Lisa sneered at him, and grabbed him by the collar. "Bar- Flashykins,” she growled between clenched teeth "I can help you so would you be a sweetheart and not act like a sexist version of Lenny. Cuz honey I am useful in this kind of thing" She shoved him forward and the two continued on marching.

Suddenly a man jumped in front of them.

"Halt!" he said, brandishing a boa staff.

The Flash sprang into action, speeding around him and throwing punches. Lisa wanted to help but with Barry moving around, she might shoot him instead. But Iron Mask had a trick up his sleeve. He produced a set of handcuffs and cuffed Barry to a near he pillar.

Leaving it between her and him. She didn't like the odds. Though she had fought quite a few big men, she always knew what to expect of those types with the added help of her brother and Mick. But this one she had no idea, and didn't know what other weapons he hid.

She the best trick she had always done, she fake-fainted.

Flash looked in absolute shock, "Lisa" he yelled.

The Iron Mask hardly seemed to notice but ran past her to the door. She turned around, aimed her gun and plastered his feet to the floor with the gold liquid

The with an easy swing she punched him to the ground.

She swung her hips lazily as she helped him get rid of the cuffs using her gun once more, and cracking the gold and cuff off of him.  Flash once more gaped at him. Yeah, she could get use to this face. "That was great!"

"And you thought you could do this without me" Lisa smiled herself at Scarlet's enthusiasm.

"Fine, I was wrong Snart. It takes more than one to deal with villains. There's no I in team." Barry grinned broadly at the cliche. 

"There maybe no I in Team but there's one in my name and that's the rule I go by" Lisa reminded him sensing the friendliness. "Speaking of I's. Here's a plan. You shove this guy into the car. I pick up Mr and Mrs. Smith's dinner, their complimentary coupons to the spa which are so going to be mine and that jewelry case that I saw being auctioned by the front desk"

"You do know there's no jewelry inside the jewelry case right?" "I know that" She snapped.  "Wait, as a "married" couple we should compromise about this" Barry smirked as he lifted Iron Mask into the trunk of the car.

Lisa stared at him, warily.

"I'm dropping you off and we are going to be comparing Firefly notes on the way there.”  Lisa smirked back, "Sure thing Barrykins"