#@heckyeahharrisco

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I had no idea! Anyone have any idea? This is super sad, and I'm worried! I hope they're okay. Our little ship/fandom won't be the same without them. :(

What the hell had happened to @catvampcraziness / @heckyeahharrisco? Both accounts seem to have disappeared...

Wherever you are now, I hope you're okay, and if you're not okay, I hope your situation will improve at least somewhat. Please be alive, okay?

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New story has been posted! Turnabout Is Fair Play, in which Harry is petty and Cisco enjoys himself far more than Harry intended.

Written as part of @heckyeahharrisco’s HarriscoFest!

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Sensualist Wells

For HarriscoFest2019 and the prompt Sensualist Wells.

Sensualist (noun) -

A person devoted to physical, especially sexual, pleasure.

Cisco Ramon / Harry Wells

NC-17 / NSFW

Dub!con kinda

This is my understanding of the prompt so sorry if I misunderstood. :) Please keep negativity to yourself please.

Harry's mind has always behaved like a well oiled machine. Nothing had ever slowed it down. 

Not even Tess. Being near her made his brain work twice as fast. He wanted so much to impress her, not just with his equations and designs  but with his plans for the future, to make her happy for as long as he is able.

Not even Jesse. Her first smile as a baby and his brain didn't stutter once. Instead it spread out every conceivable threat that could possibly harm this little treasure and how to neutralise it in an instant. He knew he would die rather than let anyone hurt a hair on her head.

But then there was Cisco. And he seemed to strangely have a different effect. Cisco was like an error in fluid code. To look at any part of him trapped Harry in a loop with no exit. 

He would be working on a design and be distracted by a flick of satin, black curls. His gaze drawn over against his will to trace along the pretty slopes that Cisco had so carefully crafted. 

It was just hair. Harry told himself annoyed. Everyone had it. In fact Iris had some that was very similar and he never found himself looking at her hair in any special way.

And instead of working, he found himself, for the next hour, trying to identify using logic what the difference was. Why Cisco's hair caught his attention when Iris' didn't. 

Why when he followed the curve around Cisco's ear he felt the strange bliss of taking a gentle turn in a car on a scenic ride and that beautiful sense of gliding.

---

Cisco wasn't exactly special to look at. Among even his group of friends, Harry doubted in a survey anyone would place him at the top in terms of looks. Even Cisco himself.

Yet Harry kept looking, despite logic.

If pressed, he would have to say Cisco's eyes were the most captivating part of him, if anything. Though he wouldn't be able to confirm why. 

They were brown, like the majority of people. Not especially large or small. If he were being unscientific he could compare them to chocolate. Not necessarily the color, though that too, but mainly the texture. That soft solid that melts under your touch. Cisco's eyes were soft and so much kinder than Harry deserved.

With that apt metaphor stored away he tried to get back to work. But now he had given himself a craving and he really wanted something soft and sweet, that melted.

Not something he eats very often. He doesn't really have feelings for the candy either way but he really wanted some now.

He went over to Cisco's secret stash, relieved he wasn't in the lab today. Underneath a pack of twizzlers and between two lollipops was a Hershey.

He brought it back to his desk and stared at it for a moment. Wondering where his sanity had left him. Still he opened it. Put a piece in his mouth. And rather than just chew it, he tried to savour it, for once.

It was soft; rapidly disappearing on his tongue. Turning creamy at the edges. He swallowed down the excess. Sugar so sweet, it was making his mouth water. He licked at what nub of chocolate was left and was overcome with the sudden idea of how it much better it would taste coming off of mocha colored skin. 

Harry inhaled the last bit in alarm, refusing to finish that thought. Knowing where it led. His cheeks were burning and he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar in his desk drawer out of sight. Easier then to erase the memory.

His heart was beating too fast and he was shamefully turned on. The feeling buzzing under his skin, painful and unwanted.

He stood up and went for a walk. Some Big Belly Burger might get rid of this leftover flavor.

---

Cisco was glaring at him. He'd probably correctly guessed who had stolen his chocolate and was showing how he knew by displaying a lollipop between two lips.

Joke was on him. Cisco's lips were sinful. Harry couldn't really deny that. Harry had thin chapped lips while Cisco's were like peaches and so easily turned red.

A full grown man should not be eating a lollipop. 

He was so unashamed about it. Harry supposed everyone he met liked him too much to pick on him for it. And it didn't look remotely feminine like Harry would have guessed.  In fact, when he was hacking for the Flash with fervor and that lollipop stick swung from one side of his mouth to the other so he could speak, Harry was reluctantly reminded of a cowboy with a toothpick clenched between unbroken enamel, all ready to fire.

He wasn't even putting on a show, really. It was a lollipop. He was eating it. End of story. Like he had no idea.

He probably didn't. Cisco. So modest. So unassuming. It irritated Harry to no end because Cisco was brilliant. So utterly mind blowingly beyond expectation. And he received less than a tenth of the recognition that he rightfully deserved.

He fought for credit when it came to who named the meta of the week. But single handedly discovering the plan to stop said meta in his tracks and it was suddenly all blushes and "Team effort, guys." 

Harry despised it.

The lollipop taunted him too. Stupid to be jealous. Yet he wanted to lick into that mouth and drag along his tongue, all dance like. Cisco's oral fixation was evident a mile wide. Harry bet his mouth was super sensitive. He bet if he sucked on one of those lips just right Cisco would shudder against him.

The real Cisco, instead, was reading something boring. His eyes were staring far off into the screen, expression blank while he rolled the lollipop over the tip of his pointed tongue. Truly bored then.

Harry broke to temptation and walked over before he could talk himself out of it.  He pushed the hand holding the lollipop out of the way.

"Harry, what?" Cisco said shocked as Harry leaned closer. 

"May I?" He asked but not giving anytime to respond, licked his way into Cisco's mouth. The younger man breathed in shocked but didn't stop him. Maybe too surprised. 

He immediately chased the taste of cherry. He captured Cisco's tongue and sucked on it like a treat. The noise Cisco made then was distressed but he still didn't move to push Harry away. Nor did he move closer.

His fingers found themselves twined in those sooty strands. And then he was kissing down from his mouth. His teeth biting into Cisco's jawline. Not too hard but hard enough Cisco maked a choked sound.

He pulled back. Cisco's eyes were open and so shocked. His mouth red from abuse and bite mark stood out sharply. He was so fucking hot and Harry could try and explain it forever but Harry knew his attraction wasn't normal. He shouldn't be this affected by a kiss.

Even now all he could think about was kissing him again and not complex plans on how that could come about. But thoughts of flashes of the heat under plush lips. Harry's fingers followed the curve from buttery soft hair down the warm skin of his neck. Cisco shivered.

He forced himself to let go, then stepped back. He escaped the room as quick as he could. Cisco only attempt to stop him a soft, "Harry."

---

Cisco gave up trying to mention the kiss after the third time Harry changed the topic. Though he kept watching Harry now and that was bad because Harry was still getting lost in thought about the most beautiful parts of him. He was quickly discovering that was every part of him.

His hand wrapped around a mug. A wicked quirk of an eyebrow. A flash of dorky teeth. A flamboyant wave of an arm to express a point. 

Those arms were gonna be the death of him. The cheap cotton of his comic shirts riding up over his belly and becoming tight over his upper arms as he stretched. Harry just wanted to touch. Wanted to get rid of that rough fabric and replace it with something deserving like silk.

---

Harry was working on something, for once not distracted because Cisco had gone to the lake for a picnic with the rest of the team. Harry hadn’t even seen him today and he was able to get on with some blessed projects he’d been procrastinating on.

That was turned on its head when late afternoon Cisco portalled into the lab and he was drenched through. Still dripping water from whatever had flooded him.

"Don't laugh." Cisco threatened when he saw him. "And no comments. Barry and Caitlin have already made plenty. Thank you."

Like Harry's reaction would be to laugh at this.

Cisco's clothes were plastered to him. His tiny white shorts were all but see through and dripping water droplets down thick thighs. Harry felt so parched. He swallowed painfully, mouth drier than a desert.

As Cisco left, Harry found himself following, almost compelled. He'd caught up and pressed Cisco against the wall to stop him. This time, Cisco was no longer surprised and kissed back right from the start.

Harry's brain was focused on other things rather than kissing. He licked a droplet from Cisco's throat then sucked hard to get whatever had already sucken beneath the skin. He tasted a bit like salt. Cisco gasped so prettily.

"This is what gets you back to that place again, seriously?" Cisco complained. He writhed as Harry's burning hot hands raised his shirt folded it up so he could feel the bottom of his stomach. The shirt stuck together so easily from being so wet. And Harry's hands were on his hips. 

Then Harry was kneeling. 

"Harry." Cisco said shocked.

The hands down to his thighs and his mouth replaced them on his stomach. Sucking a spot shiny with water. Cisco felt dizzy from the flush as all the blood in his body flooded down.

Those fingers gripped his thighs. Harry admired the give of them. Felt the give of them with his tongue and teeth as Cisco cried out above him. 

Hands were in his hair, yanking. But he wasn't about to be torn away from what he had been fantasizing about for months. Not when Cisco was responding so beautifully.

He pressed his entire face against that reaction that was tenting Cisco's shorts. Sucked more water from that wet, white fabric. Mouthing at what was hard and purely Cisco underneath. Because he wasn't wearing boxers. Of course he didn't. Why would he wish to help Harry's sanity any.

He was basically holding Cisco up now. His knees had gone weak and Harry was holding him against the wall by his grip on his thighs alone. He couldn't let go. 

So instead he almost broke his teeth undoing the top button of those shorts with his mouth. But it was worth it because now he got access to all that bare skin.

Cisco's cock rose to meet him. Mesmerising by the way it twitched. He pressed a long open mouthed kiss along the side of it. Cisco was making noise. Harry wasn't sure if it was English, Spanish or something not so comprehensible.

Dragging his tongue up the hot and hard silky skin, he wanted to suck. Lined up his mouth and sunk down. Smelled salty, musky. He was almost drooling from how much his mouth watered. 

Sucking and swallowing around Cisco's cock felt incredible and he didn't stop even when he felt Cisco try and squirm away from him.

He understood when his mouth was suddenly filled as Cisco cum.

Cisco almost fell over and Harry put one hand on his chest to and the other under arm under his bum to hold him up. He didn't release Cisco's cock and continued sucking until the younger really started struggling.

When Harry let go Cisco slid down the wall to the floor and when that wasn't far enough, wiggled to lying down on his back because he didn't have any energy or will to hold himself up anymore. 

Which was fine with Harry. The view was fantastic. Cisco's hair was fanned out like an ink spill. Eyes closed and red lips gasping. Tight shorts were stuck with water halfway down his thighs and his shirt was still rucked up revealing his belly button. His cock spent leading up to it. 

Unable to resist touching, he went for the area of stomach on show, thinking it was the least offensive to Cisco's overwrought senses right now. But was proven wrong when Cisco flinched and a hand pushed him away.

"Harrrryy!" He whined. "Knock it off." He pursed his lips in annoyance and Harry decided to take it as an invitation. Pressed a gentle kiss there.

Cisco didn't look annoyed at that but he looked vulnerable. Like he was trying to figure Harry out.

"You're perfect." Harry told him. It hurt Cisco's modesty and self depreciation of course. He could see it in the slight frown that formed. He wasn't accepting Harry's words anytime soon. But touching him was addictive so hopefully, maybe, he would be allowed to do more of that.

---

Cisco asked some questions, Harry answered as simply and awkwardly as he could and now they were allowed to kiss…and other things too.

Just not at Star Labs. 

That was fine. Harry could be patient but honestly as soon as they were at Cisco's place he would touch as soon as he was allowed. He was so horny all the time and he didn't know how long Cisco would allow this to go on before realising he could do better so he was taking full advantage.

He had to fight Cisco every time. The engineer wasn't used to the attention. Tried to make things equal. That Harry got the same attention too. Like Harry wasn't and hadn't always been a selfish bastard. As he sucked a hickey into a rather generous bubble butt, wondered how anyone could imagine he was getting the short stick out of this deal.

Cisco always caved in first. Once Harry had touched, tasted every part of him and he was raw like a string close to breaking from too many orgasms, Harry did his best to stop his compulsion and just held him close and breathed in the scent from his skin. But it was hard. Even after he was satisfied. Because it wasn't just about sex. It was about comfort. 

Trailing patterns over his skin while he slept. Feeling the slight rises on each breath. His mind jumped at being caught by these slight things. No calculations left to be made but his mind still found it endlessly fascinating. Instead of thought it gave way, for once, to feeling…

...and what he felt was happy.

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~ eye contact ~

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For the Sake of Science: A Harrisco New Year’s Kiss

This is my contribution to @heckyeahharrisco ‘s Harrisco New Year’s Kisses: An Anthology. I hope y’all enjoy it. I’ll posty it up on Ao3, too. Squeeee! -QuietDarkness

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There was a sound.

It sounded like a rodent, or a dog toy. High pitched and quick and echoing around the speed lab every half minute or so. It was irritating as hell and had Harry's jaw clenching every damn time because with everyone off doing this Earth’s version of celebrating the New Year, he had things to do like calibrating the sensors, and he couldn't concentrate with that damn incessant sound bouncing off-

There it was again.

Only this time, a strangled and clearly frustrated yell followed it as Cisco pushed his way out from under the console he'd been fixing and stood up, one hand in a fist around the screwdriver he'd been using, the other rubbing at his sternum as... again with the sound.

Except this time, Harry knew what was doing it. Or more like who.

"Did you just... squeak?" He asked, reaching up and pulling his glasses off with a raised brow. Cisco dropped his hand, turning a remarkably stone-cold glare at Harry.

"I did not squeak, Harry. I have the hiccups."

Squeak.

“Son of a breach!” Cisco swore, moving quickly to the tool box and nearly slamming the screwdriver back into. Squeak. Harry chuckled. Which drew Cisco’s instant glare, hands moving to his hips as he stood there red-faced and agitated. “It’s not funny, Harry. I can’t w-hic…” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes a moment. “Can’t. Work. Like. This.” He enunciated each word before reopening them.

“What are you even do-“ Squeakus interruptus. “Doing here anyway?” He pushed up from his stool, rounding the console he’d been sitting at, stopping before the shorter man who was quietly –squeak- or not so quietly seething. “Shouldn’t you be off with everyone else, ringing in the New Year?” He motioned to the clock on the far side of the wall. 

Five minutes to midnight. 

Harry wasn’t much for celebrating. They’d already done the Christmas parties, and he’d been dragged to those against his will. Well, for the most part. He couldn’t quite say no to Cisco when he was wearing one of his severely bright, overly cheery and decidedly ugly Christmas sweaters. He could, however, avoid New Year celebrations much easier. Because he didn’t do clubs. He didn’t really drink, unless it was to relax. And the sort of partying that went with these things didn’t exactly appeal to a man like him.

The fact Cisco stuck around this year was confusing, yes. It wasn’t that Harry didn’t enjoy the company. Honestly, Cisco’s company was favorable, to nearly everyone else in existence. And that was maybe an understatement. But he could have been doing so many better things with his time than sitting in a lab with Harry.

The squeaky toy of a human being crossed his arms over his chest with an exaggerated sigh.

“I hic didn’t feel like it hic this yearhic, frackenhell!” He stomped his foot. Literally. Like a toddler having a temper tantrum. “Harry, I will literhically pay you to makehic them stop.” He whined. Harry raised both brows, a wry smile spreading on his lips that Cisco only frowned at.

“Mm, I don’t know, I think you’re rather cute when you’re squeaky.” He reached up and booped Cisco on the nose. Instantly, the shorter man’s eyes widened and he dropped his arms and his jaw at the same time.

“You did nothic just do that.” He flatly chastised. “Seriously?!” He lifted a hand and rubbed his nose. “And I amhic not cute. I’m hic a manly man. Men aren’t-“ It wasn’t a hiccup that stopped Cisco’s words, but some sort of realization that came over his features, filled his eyes, made his body still in between two more hiccups. “You think I’m cutehic?” He suddenly demanded, face growing very serious as he took a quick step toward Harry, who just as quickly felt like the conversation had taken a very distinct turn in a completely different direction. Harry raised his brows, watching the way Cisco’s deliciously dark eyes danced back and forth between his own.

Truthfully, he found Cisco Ramon to be every definition of attractive he could think of. Intellectually, emotionally, physically. Cute was hardly the correct descriptor for the man as a whole. But it fit for certain things. Like when Cisco would stick the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he was concentrating, or when he would bop in place to music playing through his earbuds, or when he got frustrated enough that the bridge of his nose scrunched, or when he was having hiccups that sounded like a squirrel high on caffeine.

But should he really be telling Cisco any of that? None of it was a revelation. Harry had known for months that he was hopelessly in love with Cisco Ramon. But what would the man think if he knew Harry had been quietly pining for him? What if Harry spilled every last bean there was to spill and Cisco didn’t reciprocate?

“I think…” Harry hesitated, not sure what any admittance would do to their current dynamic. But with Cisco standing this close, smelling like coconut shampoo, looking at him like the answer to the universe rested between his lips, Harry wasn’t exactly thinking logically. “I think you’re adorable,” He said softly, reaching up with one hand and gently taking a lock of Cisco’s hair in between two fingers, “And infuriating. And innately attractive. And quite possibly the definition of joy.” Damn, he sounded poetic. Even to himself. Which was saying something. But Cisco wasn’t protesting or pulling back as Harry slipped that lock of hair behind Cisco’s ear. “And yes… I think you’re cute.” He dropped his hand. “Among so many other things.”

It wasn’t a squeak that interrupted, but a really loud rendition of ‘Celebration’ by Kool and the Gang piping through the tiny speaker on Cisco’s cell phone from the table across the room, making them both momentarily stiffen.

“It’s midnight.” Cisco said, followed by another squeak. But Cisco hadn’t taken his eyes off Harry. And somehow, he’d managed to get even closer. Harry blinked at him.

“Obviously.” He retorted, about to step back, because his brain suddenly felt muddled and dumb thanks to Cisco’s proximity. But it was quickly clear that Cisco wasn’t about to let him get away. With one more loud squeak, he reached up with both hands and grabbed Harry by the head, rising up and pressing their torsos together before pressing his incredibly soft, plush lips against Harry’s own.

For a so called genius, Harry had no logical idea what to do at first. 

He froze, so stunned that his brain malfunctioned entirely. It was a good thing his body instinctively knew what to do, because a breath later he was molding both hands around Cisco’s warm waist, and his eyes were closing, and his lips were moving in time with Cisco’s. He felt his chest flush with warmth, felt Cisco’s fingers curl into his already messy hair as their lips parted and Cisco’s tongue darted out, meeting Harry’s eagerly. 

He tasted like hot chocolate, and Harry found himself sighing as the kiss took on a distinct life of its own. He didn’t count how long it went on for. His mind was blissfully blank except for the sensations that Cisco’s form and mouth and hands seemed to be drawing out of him. And neither one of them seemed to notice when Cisco’s phone went quiet on its own.

At some point, they remembered that they needed oxygen and pulled apart. Or they pulled their mouths apart. Their foreheads stayed plastered together, chests heaving, hands holding onto one another for dear life as the sounds of their heavy breaths filled the void in between.

“Happy New Year?” Cisco made it a question, delightfully swollen lips turning into a goofy grin that had Harry chuckling instantly before he kissed Cisco again. Once, twice. Chaste but tender. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Cisco swatted at him lightly, the two men pulling apart just enough to see one another better. Harry gave him a knowing look.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Touche.” Cisco nodded. “Honestly, though?” One of Cisco’s hands moved to Harry’s bicep, the other moving to Harry’s mouth, warm fingertips tracing his lips like Cisco was fascinated by them, staring at what he was doing with every touch. “I always kinda thought… maybe you felt the same as I do. The way you touch me sometimes or I’d catch you staring. And damn, man…” He smiled sweetly. Definitely sweetly. “You’re pretty much my favorite person. I didn’t want to lose you if I was wrong. So I kept my mouth shut and…. Holy crap.” He said the last words quickly, brows rising as he stilled in Harry’s hold. “I just realized my hiccups are gone.” Harry chuckled instantly. “You kissed the hiccups out of me.” He grinned, wide and almost lazy. “Did we just invent a cure for hiccups?”

“If we did, it’s not a revelation I think I would ever share with anyone else.” Harry responded, moving his arms more around Cisco, the shorter man relaxing into him like he belonged there. Perfect fit.

“Secret cure. Got it.” Cisco responded, then craned his neck just enough to capture Harry’s mouth for a second time. This time, the kiss was far less rushed. Definitely more languid, just as delicious.

“Happy New Year, Ramon.” Harry whispered along his mouth. They had a pretty hard time separating after that. In fact, they kissed till kissing turned into something far more productive, like rolling around naked in Harry’s bed. If they’d stopped long enough, they might have had the wherewithal to see that this was all happening absurdly fast. But if either of them were being completely honest, it was something a long time in the making.

“You should get the hiccups more often.” Harry mumbled from where he lay on his back, eyes closed, feeling sated and more comfortable than he could ever remember feeling. Cisco chuckled easily, his head barely shifting from where he’d settled right up against Harry, skin to skin.

“You just want to hear me squeak again.”

“You’re cute when you squeak.”

“If you tell anyone about that, I swear I’ll never kiss you again.” Cisco warned, curling his arm completely around Harry’s ribs. He smiled.

“That would be a shame. How else would you cure your hiccups?” Harry countered. Cisco lifted his head, messy hair falling around his shoulders, dark eyes squinting ruefully at Harry who just kept smiling adoringly at him.

“Fine. But I’m telling everyone I seduced you with my awesomeness.”

“Cuteness, actually.” Harry watched Cisco begin to protest, but didn’t give him the chance. He sealed their mouths together, content and wondering… what if there was a way to cause hiccups? After all, they knew exactly how to cure them now.

Research would have to be done.

For the sake of science.

Yeah.

Sciiiience.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, blanket burrito, Cuddling & Snuggling, Established Relationship, Sickfic, Moving In Together, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Cisco's parents don't approve Series: Part 1 of Harrisco Fest 2021 Summary:

Cisco likes to wrap himself up in blankets, much to Harry's amusement.

(Or five times Cisco turned himself into a blanket burrito and one time it was Harry.)

@heckyeahharrisco here’s a mostly fluffy take on the blanket burrito prompt, with a 5+1 style story.  

[harrywells]

i dare u to tell me these two are not married

[nytephox]

Awe!! Thank you @thatsnotmygunflash!

9 people you would like to get to know better.

1. 3 ships - My biggest and strongest ship is Coldflash. Next would have to be Darry. Those are my two tried and true. My newest might be Dick/Jason. But that's new. So we'll see.

2. First ship - My first ever ship was yeeeeears ago. Lol It was Hiei/Kurama from Yuu Yuu Hakusho. I read that ship and only that one for years. I haven't in a long time. . . I should read them again.

3. Last song - A cover. My Sacrifice by Tommee Profitt & Nicole Serrano. I needed some inspo for my WIP. I'm losing my momentum writing it again. 😭😭😭

4. Last Movie - Nimona 🩷🩷🩷 I loved loved loved loved that movie. It takes a lot for me to watch a new movie instead of one I've already seen but I'm so glad I did. 🩷🩷🩷

5. Currently Reading - Finishing up reading Probletunity by @hautecoldture for like the 7th time because it's one of my comfort fics. 🩵🩵🩵

6. Currently watching - Hometown Takeover because I can do other stuff while watching it. Lol

7. Currently consuming - water. 😆 I'm on a food break (meaning my brain doesn't want me to eat no matter how hungry I am)

8. Currently craving - TO FINISH MY WIP!!! 😫 I want to finish it so bad and I'm f*king stuck. *sigh*. Other than that, conversation. Talking to people that I don't have to pretend with. 😅

9 people to tag

@hautecoldture @coldtomyflash @writing-desk-rae @sproutwings @thefastestqueeralive @deancaskiss @heckyeahharrisco @hardwiredweird @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9 people you would like to get to know better

thanks for the tag @takeunknownroadnow - it's been an age since I did anything like this (I'm mostly on twitter these days)

1. 3 ships; kanej, wesper, genyadavid

2. first ever ship; one from ER I won't name

3. last song; Sleep Token - Chokehold

4. last movie; Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3, which I am mid watching because my concentration isn't good enough for the whole film at once

5. currently reading; Red White & Royal Blue, but also The Doll Factory, and also the Free Rein tie-in book 1 😂 (I am, unironically, into Free Rein, yes)

6. currently watching; The Lazarus Project. It's great but has tragic consequences of their method of time travel and I can't handle more than 1 ep at a time

7. currently consuming; too much twitter and SAB cast pics

8. currently craving; nothing in particular? I was craving egg foo yung all week but then I had some yesterday/today

9 people to tag; @battys-home, @mousedetective, @sophiainspace, @ttinycourageous, @simpledontmeanpeachy, and anyone else who wants to

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@heckyeahharrisco

The “Not A Kiss” Kiss. The Flash. Harrisco. Spoilers for 4x09. Ficlet.

It’s New Year’s Eve. Early afternoon. Harry’s mood has already reached knifing someone very gently for talking to him. Wisely, he tucks himself away with a bottle of scotch on the sidelines, boots up on the terminal, and lets the day pass.

Caitlin spends the afternoon bent over something in her clinical space while Ralph flirts at her without particularly needing a response. Barry is tucked away in a prison bed, enthusiastically demonstrating his faith in them. Iris has her head in a book across the city, trying to add legal expertise to her expansive resume while every day adds another crack to her shiny perfect love.

Cisco wanders past, pulling Harry’s attention easily from the blurry computer screen. Harry’s body lights up like the bulbs on a Christmas Tree. Blink, blink, blink. Cisco doesn’t seem to notice the glare. Harry lets his head roll back against the chair as he follows Cisco with his eyes. Sometimes, Harry just wants to---Harry takes a swig and holds it behind his teeth, hissing.

Cisco hasn’t left S.T.A.R. Labs for three days. There’s too much he needs to do, Cisco says. There’s always more work, he says. He won’t rest until Barry is home, he says. Meanwhile, he’s down to a gray pair of sweatpants that used to belong to Barry and barely stay up and a STAR Labs t-shirt and Harry is going out of his mind trying to keep his hands to himself. Cisco scoops his tablet off the console by Harry’s feet, smiles at him vacantly, and leaves.

Harry swishes the scotch around the bottom of his glass, gives it a chug, then gets up and follows.

He lags a careful distance behind, dragging his hand along the curving wall. Cisco walks ahead distractedly, head down as he taps the tablet. He mutters to himself. His back muscles move under his shirt and at some point, Harry is just going to---

Cisco ends up in the speed lab. Harry leans against the doorway as Cisco jots new calculation on the clear marker board. He reaches up to squeeze numbers into the top corner and the shirt lifts, showing his side and lower back. Harry drifts closer. It’s impossible not to. He’s a weak man. He swings in, and when Cisco grabs a different color marker and reaches up again, Harry grips the bottom of his shirt, fists it and yanks Cisco flat to his feet.

It’s that, or Harry’s going to---

Cisco freezes, arm lifted above his head. Harry drops his forehead against Cisco’s shoulder blade.

“Harry,” Cisco says. “I’m uh---you know, with---”

Harry breathes against Cisco’s shirt, fights the urge to bite. He shouldn’t be this close, but sometimes Harry likes to dare himself, see how far he can go and get away with without ruining everything. He’s always been a Blackjack man. He reaches up and untucks Cisco’s hair from under his shirt, then slowly unknots his fingers from Cisco’s shirt and grabs Cisco by both shoulders, giving them a friendly squeeze. Cisco relaxes all at once, trusting, easily placated, and it gets on Harry’s nerves a little, makes him want to push, put Cisco on the edge Harry is constantly walking, makes him---

“Happy New Year, Cisco,” Harry says.

He lets go. It’s not midnight yet, anyway.

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Help with a disappearing blog?

I envy everyone who can actually see @heckyeahharrisco ‘s blog and reply to their posts. Even though my safety settings are “I <3 pr0n” Tumblr is mysteriously determined to keep me away from quality Harrisco content. I follow, I get bounced, the entire blog disappears. 

Thanks to everyone who gives me tiny tastes of their content by reblogging. <3

Any more advanced Tumblr users have an idea how I can possibly convince the site that my eyes won’t burn out of my head if I dare gaze upon HeckYeahHarrisco? 

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Thank you, @heckyeahharrisco , @spaceoperetta , @autisticharrywells , @eoiris , @icedteaandoldlace (who reblogged soooo many of my Cisco photosets), @starstruckpurpledragon , @star-labs-intern , @peppersandcats , and, yes,  @gorogues (even though you’re mostly the comicsverse blog, you still deserve to be mentioned here); thank you, all the people with whom I never interacted at all beside reblogging your gifsets/fics/art etc, so it’d be weird to tag you out of nowhere; thank you, everyone who won’t even read this because they’ve already left fandom and/or tumblr forever (thank you, mutuals who are still on tumblr but not in fandom anymore so I’m not tagging you but I hope you’ll read this and know I’m grateful to have you around). Thank all of you. 

(I'm not going anywhere, I’m just really really overwhelmed.)

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New story has been posted! Smitten As A Kitten, in which Cisco’s clothes-thieving ways take it up a notch.

Written as part of @heckyeahharrisco’s HarriscoFest!

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Journey ‘Round the Sun

Cisco bounces on the mattress. It’s so comfy that it’s unbelievable. He may be a little bit in love. “We’re taking this mattress with us. Help me figure out how to smuggle it out to the car.”

Harry pauses in unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers going still. “No, Ramon.”

“Think of it as an anniversary present. I could try to vibe it out of the hotel, but it’s kinda big and awkward.”

“If you want a present, this might be a little more appropriate.” Harry drops something into Cisco’s palm and closes his fingers around whatever it is. Cisco looks down at his closed hand and then back up at Harry. Harry refuses to meet his eyes. He opens his hand.

“These are rings.” They’re white metal. Light, not heavy, which means titanium. They’re plain, simple, just rounded edges with a brushed, not polished, finish. And there are two of them. “Are these…?”

“Only if you want them to be.” Harry looks away and scratches at his neck. “I mean, they can be what you want them to be. They don’t have to be--”

“Give me your hand.” When Harry hesitates, Cisco makes a grabby motion with his fingers. “C’mon, your hand.”

Cisco barely breathes as he slides one of the rings onto Harry’s finger. This is not what he had been expecting when Harry had sprung dinner and a night in a nice hotel on him. He’d figured they’d have a little too much to drink, have some fun trying to ruin the sheets and order room service for breakfast. A very enjoyable celebration of a year of dating. This is so much bigger.

Harry takes the other ring from Cisco’s palm. He kneels down next to where Cisco sits on the bed. As he slips the ring on to Cisco’s hand, he can hear Harry murmur, “With this ring…”

Cisco’s lips are on his before Harry has a chance to finish.

For @heckyeahharrisco‘s Harriscofest. :) 

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❝You are my sadness and my hope. But most importantly, you are my love.❞

for @heckyeahharrisco's HarriscoFest 2021 with the prompt: "mcu phase four au (wandavision)"

[borowiki]

for @heckyeahharrisco​​​‘s Harrisco Fest, prompt: I know. Referencing this scene.  hope you enjoy! 

~

“I love you.”

“I know.” Cisco pokes Harry in the side, trying – failing miserably – to hide an amused grin, his innocent act obvious to anyone who’s paying attention.

“You’re not Han Solo.” He tries to poke him back but Cisco is already slipping away from his arms, pushing himself up. They have been hugging, before, nestled together on Cisco’s bed and Harry planned to hold him for a way longer than this. He frowns when Cisco disappears in the bathroom without adding anything else.

It’s not a big deal. Shouldn’t. But he’s always said it back before and it’s a pattern, one Harry would hate to see broken.

“I know,” Cisco replies finally, returning for his shirt. “I’m way more handsome than him. Or should I say, handsolo?”

Harry rolls his eyes, even though he very much agrees – who would want Han Solo when they could have Cisco? Not like they actually can, Harry’s found him first. And he loves him. And Cisco loves him, too, he’s usually vocal about that. “We’ll be late if you don’t hurry up, Ramon.”

Cisco snorts, pulling his pants up. “I know.” Harry’s starting to really dislike the sound of that. “Stop lying around, then, get your ass in gear.”

Everything else goes as normal, as any other morning they have shared before, exactly what he expects. Except that one small thing.

He almost asks but Cisco’s already rambling about waffles for breakfast and their last project, arms flying around, teeth flashing – it’s not worth it.

~

They are three cups of coffee and almost twice as many hours of work in when Cisco finally breaks the silence. “You okay?”

Harry’s hand halts. “Yes.” He’s been so focused on his equation, the math, but now it’s lost. Thanks, Ramon.

“You sure? You just seem kind of – grumpy today.”

Harry point at the mug Cisco himself bought for him, the one with huge MR. GRUMPY written on its side. Cisco nods, amused. “Alright, grumpier than normal.” He’s leaning on the desk, watching. Harry wants to get back to work but he can’t help staring back. “You’ve barely spoken a word since we’ve arrived, not even when I stole and gulped my way through your third coffee.”

Harry blinks. He doesn’t remember that. “I’m – “ What is he, actually? Not upset, he just wants Cisco to drop it. “I’m keeping our work separate from the private one.”

“Right,” Cisco scoffs, pats his desk. “All the flat surfaces in my poor workshop would surely agree. Please, try harder.”

Harry sighs. “I’m fine, Ramon.”

“You know you can always talk to me, right? If anything’s wrong.”

Harry has been trying not to think about it. Just forget but Cisco’s probing doesn’t make it easy. “I’m aware.” He glances back at the equation, frustration raising in his throat. He’s not good at that, talking about feelings. Cisco should know that.

“Good.” He gives him a warm smile, the one that makes Harry’s heart melt, no matter how irritating he might get. And then he turns back to the blueprints splattered in front of him and doesn’t mention it again.

~

“You didn’t say it back.”

They’ve gotten so caught up in the work there was no time to cook – Harry has given Cisco the options and then ordered from Big Belly Burger anyway. Cisco has slurped loudly on his orange soda, an act of revenge.

He makes a face now, a fry in his mouth. “What?”

Frustration creeps back in. At Cisco, for being this clueless, but mostly at himself. Now that he’s opened his mouth, Cisco won’t let it go until he spills it all out. It’s only a matter of munching that fry down before the questions start.

“In the morning,” Harry manages out.

Cisco fall silent for a moment, frowning – and then his face relaxes, the Eureka moment Harry knows all too well. “I did say it back.”

“You didn’t.”

“I so did!”

“I know, is what you said.” Harry remembers it clearly. It’s not exactly the point but since he’s right, it’s hard to let Cisco have the last word.

Or laugh, it seems. Because that’s what Cisco does, starts laughing. Harry huffs, now irritated, and Cisco shakes his head. “I’m sorry but you’ve – you’ve recognized the quote? That’s like, an universal love confession.”

Harry furrows his brows. Sure, Han says that to Leia in the movie like a first class asshole and they have a thing for a while but universal? Love? “They don’t even get together.”

“What?” Cisco seems shocked, then scandalized. “Do you mean on your Earth, Han and Leia – no. No way.”

“They don’t.”

Cisco looks like he wants to protest further but grows serious after taking a closer look at him. “Well, they do here. And it doesn’t matter, you know? We sleep in the same bed? We’re basically together and all? We go on dates, act disgustingly affectionate with each other?” Cisco takes his hand, carefully. When Harry doesn’t snatch it back, he laces their fingers together. “Of course I love you too, Harry. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“Of course you do.” And yes, he really should stop questioning it. But it’s hard when Cisco is so wonderful and Harry is – Harry. A jerk, pushing everyone around and away. But not Cisco. He nods, not trusting his own voice, but affords him a grateful smile. Squeezes his hand.

Cisco breaks in a grin. “I thought you–“

“Don’t ruin it, Ramon.”

“–Knew.”

Harry pulls him in for a kiss.

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