#WestAllen fanfiction

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Tripped and Fell into His Bed - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

AU - Six months after a bad break-up, Iris is determined to move on with her life sans-Barry. But when his face is everywhere she turns, it makes his incessant booty calls hard to ignore.

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Chapter 1 -

It was exactly 36 hours and 12 minutes by train from Massachusetts to Central City, Missouri.

Iris was prepared for the ride though, because in addition to her stellar studying at her school of choice, the prestigious Ivy Leage Harvard University, she also worked at the campus coffee shop and saved up for a more elevated experience on the train back home in a sleeper car with a shower.

Granted it was still a shower on a train, and she wasn’t expecting anything impressive, given how small bathrooms were in general on moving vehicles, but she was still looking forward to it.

It was the only thing keeping her mind off the fact that her best friend since they were babies hadn’t shown to her graduation. Her graduation at the school they’d both attended until six months ago. And the last time she’d heard from him had been two months ago, when he’d informed her he was ‘really busy’ and probably wouldn’t be able to talk much for a while.

This was also after he ditched Harvard’s stellar science and math programs (he’d been double-majoring) to go to New York on a whim and pursue modeling.

Her lanky, skinny boyfriend (did she forget to mention that?) of nearly six years had abandoned what he was truly great at and had gotten a full scholarship for because an ‘agent’ showed up at a job fair they’d been attending one night, taken one look at him in his plaid shirt and dark blue jeans – oh, and the scuffed up brown shoes, can’t forget those – and decided he was model worthy.

Barry of course had laughed it off initially, and Iris thought that would be the end of it. But the ‘agent’ kept finding him on campus and eventually persuaded Barry to indulge him in a ‘Harvard Kids of Tomorrow’ shoot taking place that very night. Iris had a night of studying planned for the both of them, but he’d reminded her that usually they got sidetracked when they studied together and what could one shoot hurt? It would get this guy off his back at any rate, and then he could focus on what really mattered. Math, Science, and Iris.

Only…that wasn’t what happened.

He returned from the shoot beaming and with photos of his handiwork. Turned out he was quite photogenic when the right words were being dropped in his ear. And even though Iris didn’t want to admit it, the make-up, lighting, and wardrobe they’d put him in had turned him into an Abercrombie model overnight. Nothing more than that surely though…right?

“You do look hot with all that gel in your hair,” she’d admitted, playfully, proceeding to mess it up as best as she could until she could see her Barry again.

Her study session had come to an end abruptly as sexy times ensued, and she pushed the thought out of her mind that she hated the most. That this interest as a model had only begun.

Of course, in the morning she could no longer do that, since Barry had talked with enthusiasm about doing another shoot and another, and maybe even hitting the gym to develop some tone to his nonexistent muscles should it prove profitable in future photo shoots.

Iris’ heart sank, and over the next two weeks she watched their relationship deteriorate into almost nothing as he took job after job, reveling in the cash and compliments it got him, and neglecting his studies too. He skipped classes, bought a new wardrobe, and then, after one more meeting with his agent, who she could no longer put in quotes in her head, since he’d been legit all along and on the search for rare talent, Barry announced he was dropping out of school and moving to New York.

And he wanted her to come with him.

She’d exploded.

What was she going to do in New York? She was double-majoring in Journalism and Business, and planning to sink her teeth into her hometown’s newspaper as soon as she got back. With one semester to go, she was what? Going to abandon all that to watch him pursue a dream that left her alone in the cold, hardly talking to him, let alone seeing him?

He apologized for that, said it would be different in New York once he had a regular schedule figured out, but she couldn’t see any of it changing, and she wasn’t about to change schools for one semester when she was going to the Harvard University.

“You’re throwing your life away and trying to drag me down with you!” She finally burst, practically hissing at him as she reminded him of his life-long dreams to be a CSI or maybe work in some sort of scientific research at the facilities back home.

She insulted his modeling stint, saying he’d just ‘gotten lucky’, and that it wouldn’t last. Meanwhile, she’d be moving on without him doing what she’d always dreamed with someone who appreciated her and didn’t let low-grade salesmen get in the way of their relationship.

He’d been stunned but managed to pull the words from the depths of his being, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Well, I’m not moving to New York,” she’d huffed.

“We could try a long-distance relationship,” he’d tried weakly, already knowing how that would be received.

“We’re already living it,” she’d barked, and he’d known that was the end.

Unless he begged and pleaded for her to stay with him and he’d give up modeling entirely if it meant he could have her. Maybe then things would be different. But they weren’t, because he didn’t.

She boxed up his stuff in her dorm room and sent him packing. Within a week he’d dropped out of school and left for New York. It was a month before they spoke again, and all their messages were short and choppy. There was no heart, nothing reminiscent of their decades’ long relationship.

They’d lost their friendship and their dating relationship in a heartbeat, and neither had the energy or the endurance to fight for it again if it meant letting go of the rest of what they held so dear.

In a way, Iris supposed she should be grateful to be going home. Barry wouldn’t be there, and she could reconnect with her girlfriends she’d left behind in high school, as well as find new friends at CCPN, where she’d already secured a job before graduating. There would be her parents and Wally to keep her distracted too.

Soon it would be like Barry hadn’t even existed.

Three days later, after a mostly comfortable experience on the train, Iris grabbed her carry-on luggage and made her way to the exit door when the train finally came to a stop.

There was a sea of people in front and behind her, but when she finally made it down the steps and the other people dispersed, going every which way in the direction they needed to go, she saw a massive ad plastered on the side of the train station.

JUST IN FROM NEW YORK…

BARRY ALLEN: CENTRAL CITY’S NEWEST STAR!

He was in a suit and tie, crouched and looking devilishly handsome with his hair brushed back, and his tie loosely dangling around his neck.

“Oh, hell no.”

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In The Right Light

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~1k, Barry Allen/Iris West, G-rating, Canon AU Summary: Joe handcuffs Barry and Iris together after a very loud argument.

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If Only

Summary: What If Barry woke up from his coma and iris had fallen asleep while visiting him.

Notes: My first published (main focus) Westallen fanfiction. I have written two others that include westallen but it's not the main focus or main part of the story. I did have another idea before this but I haven't gotten a chance to go back to the draft I have set for it on Wattpad and actually start writing it!

Chapter(s): 1/1

Warning: As usual major fluff. Barry also suddenly wakes up from a coma. Nothing very graphic or bad really just a bunch of fluff and cuteness!

Characters: Barry Allen and Iris West.

Rating: K+

Narrator's POV

For the past nine months Barry had been in a coma. Every second seeing him in this state broke Iris heart. Every second seeing him like this made her miss him with every fiber of her being. She was desperate to have him back. She would do anything to have him back. To hear his laugh again and see his sweet but goofy smile, or hear him geek about some science thing again. Oh how she missed him.

She would visit him at Star Labs as much as she could. She would talk to him sometimes hoping he would hear, before the coma he would always be the one willing to listen to her problems and worries. He of course would wash away the worries and be the one to stop her from making irrational decisions. Barry usually always knew what to say. And Iris was always the one who would stick up for him. She always believed him when he talked about what happened to his mother. She always listened when others didn't. To her, he was cutest need. To him she was the most beautiful girl, he loved her before he knew what true love was. They were made for each other they balanced each other out just ever so perfectly.

The day had been dull, she was working on dissertation she hadn't quite gotten the right touches she wanted just yet, there was just something missing. As of late shes felt like that, that there was something missing in her life. And that something was Barry. After work she headed to Star Labs to see him. It had been a few days since she had last seen him, and felt it had been too long already. So she pulled into the Star Labs parking lot and walked into the Labatory. She talked to him for a few hours, she started felt her eye lids get heavy and she leaned her head on his shoulder and fell Into a deep sleep.

"Iris wake up," Barry rubbed her shoulder softly. Iris immediately woke up with a start.

"Barry?" Iris looked shook, she couldn't believe her eyes."Your awake?" Iris hugged him immediately. Barry winced.

"Right, sorry." Iris said apologetically.

"It's okay Iris, don't worry." Barry replied softly. For a few minutes there was a silence but not the kind of awkward silence as some dreaded, it was a comfortable silence. Barry thought how he should word it but finally just thought he'd go out with it.

"Iris..." Barry started, intertwining their hands together. Iris scrunched together in confusion. Barry always thought she looked cute when she did that. She looking down at Barry and hers intertwined hands. "Wha..." she trailed off with a whisper.

"Iris I remember everything you said to while I was in a coma."

Her face morphed from confusion to shock to horror within seconds. "How...?" She asked, her eyes were wide with confusion, shock, and horror. She didn't want him to find out like this.

"Iris it's okay."

"No it isn't! I didn't want to you to find out like this. This-" Before Iris could become flustered and worried Barry crashed his lips against hers silencing her worries. The kiss was long over due after years of pinning after one another. The kiss was soft and slow but passionate nevertheless. Everything both of them ever wanted. All the worries Iris and Barry had were washed away it was like they had no worries all they had was each other and this blissful moment with one another. Barry moved his hand to her cheek and deepened the kiss. Iris leaned closer to Barry placing her hand on his chest. They stayed in this joyous and blissful moment for a few more seconds and then they both pulled away. They both smiled blissfully at one another. Iris moved to Barry's bed and layed her head on his chest, they snuggled against one another.

"I love you, Barry." Iris said looking up at Barry. Barry smiled goofly at her. He answered by proclaiming "I love you too, Iris." And once again they were both engulfed in loving kiss.

The End

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In Repair

Lol so I just marathoned s1-current Flash and I’m like here for westallen? I’m here, its my ship--they are my OTP. Sat down to write something because watching 7 and 8 was excruciating and needed something cathartic to release and heal the stress of it all. I’m returning after years to fanfic so pardon any of my dust and if I do anything wrong!

Basically a one shot comfort fic after Iris gets out of the mirror, playing around with how to heal as a married couple or rather finding healing together? IDK. it is what it is, hope you enjoy <3

Title: In Repair Fandom: The Flash (Arrowverse) Pairing: Westallen Word Count: 1679 Warnings: Angst? Hurt? Comfort? Healing? Trauma? 

She doesn’t try to make pancakes anymore, even though she remembers the voice of Nora-the best of both her and Barry talking about mom’s pancakes. Maybe her daughter would actually approve of this change in the timeline. 

He’d come downstairs to see her sitting blank eyed in the wreckage of their kitchen. She’d heard his voice calling to her, and wonders when the last time was that he’d said her name without a slight tinge of panic. Dimly she’s aware that it’s no one’s fault–the logical rational side of her that has adjusted as well as she can to being the wife of the fastest man alive who has far too many arch enemies for how sweet his smile is and optimistically hopeful his approach to life has always been. 

It’d been weeks after she’d returned, or maybe only a few days–she’s been having trouble with her time lately. Marrying a speedster makes time seem amorphous, and she has started to refer to the blocks of her days as events labeled by crisis and villains. He’d come down the stairs energetically as always, dimly she’d recognized his light steps that he always started the day with cheerfully wishing her a good morning, asking her how she slept and rambling about whatever thing he has planned for the day. She knows when he realizes something isn’t right because the way he says Iris immediately changes and she would know that crackle of electricity anywhere and she knows he’s surveying the wreckage of the kitchen silent taking in what probably is a pretty pathetic sight. 

Glass of wine in hand she’s sitting with her legs splayed out before her, a mess of mixing bowls, spatulas, measuring spoons littered across their usually neat kitchen. The floor, her clothes, her hair covered in a snowfall layer of flour. There’s a shattered plate thrown far away from her, decorating the burnt black pancakes like abstract art. She should take a picture, get it hung and see if a museum will hang it–she’d call it, “what a fucking mess my life it is”.

Iris?

She knows she should respond, she should reassure him with a smile and tell him that it’s alright and that she’ll be okay and that it’s nothing–because she’s Iris West-Allen, his lightning rod, his home. But she hadn’t been his home. She takes a sip of what she’s calling her breakfast wine so that the tears don’t slip down her cheeks. She’s too busy staring at her feet in an attempt to not look in his eyes, but she sees his pale hands come to rest on the brown expanse of her leg and the familiar way he runs it up and down calms her. It’s a habit of his, to run his fingers over her almost absentmindedly as if to remind himself that he did in fact get the girl, and that she is really in fact there. It’s those moments she knows that he’s trying to memorize what she feels like, to reassure himself she’s alive. He gives her quiet space, until she finally lifts her eyes to meet his and she sees in his face openness, patience, and he does that quirk with his mouth that she recognizes is his way of asking her, you okay?

“I thought I’d try making pancakes today.” she said, her own voice sounding separate from her body. He makes no sound but instead rests his hand on her leg, and she knows that he’s listening, soft concern and quiet comfort seeping from his fingers into her skin. “I failed.” 

She can’t help the strangled laugh that comes from her lips. “I thought, I could reclaim some of the time we lost, redo it. Take back what they stole from us, from me.”

The words, the emotions, they’re ugly–and now she’s afraid to look him in the eye. He’s always been so insistent in her goodness, in her perfection–she’s afraid to show him her ugly sides, to see the love in his eyes diminish when he realizes she isn’t all those things he’s sure she is. “I can’t even make my husband pancakes.” Would you have been happier with her? Do you want me to be more like her? Am I no longer enough for you with all these broken pieces, was she a better version then me? Was that why it took you so long to realize it wasn’t me? Is–that the version of me that you want me to be? 

These are all the phantom questions that have haunted the spaces in between them since she has returned, wisps in the air that she has been too afraid to make real. She knows that this is unfair of her to think it, he had been as much a victim as she had but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s feeling these things. 

“You know, I love that you can’t make pancakes.” His voice is low, soft and musing. “I love that you still try, I may not exactly love eating them–but I love that you try. You don’t need to learn how to make pancakes–that’s what I’m here for. What about waffles? Why don’t we ever make waffles?”

Laughter leaves her lips in a soft exhale, his rambling continuing–comforting because even if the world is ending Barry Allen will go off on tangents. It’s those moments that remind her of the before, before 9 month coma’s and villains of the week; before funerals every year and goodbyes and distance and shattering and mirror shards. Instead it’s textbooks and papers spread out over the dining table, late night brownies and mint-chip ice cream in the living room, it’s walking down school halls together as she listens to whatever new science thing he has learned. It’s knowing that she understands him and he understands her and in spite of everything they will be standing at the end of it all together because she is Iris and he is Barry and they were so entangled in each other that she knows it’d be impossible to separate where she begins and he ends. 

“I don’t know what to do.” It’s not what she had thought she would say but it slices through his words and leaves silence in the emptiness. She’s too scared to look in his eyes, “I don’t know what to say. How to feel. I’m angry.”

She feels him flinching, knowing the guilt that he still holds and hasn’t worked through and shakes her head as she looks at his face, his eyes now avoiding hers. “Not at you, at least not fully at you. It’s anger because I don’t know how I got here, how we got here. I’m angry at myself that I’m angry at you–you were hurt too. I’m angry because I don’t know who to blame, I know that there’s no one to blame and that it’d be easier to blame someone–something.”

Tears are sliding down her cheeks now and she hates it. Subconsciously her legs withdraw to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she tries to make herself small–protecting herself from she doesn’t know what but she feels vulnerable, “What if I hadn’t gone on my own that night Barry? What if I hadn’t trusted her? And now there’s marks and traces of her everywhere, my clothes, this kitchen, our home–I let her in, I let her hurt you.”

His arms envelope her and his legs wrap around her enclosing her in a protective barrier from the world, and she sinks into his warmth and protection. He mutters soft nothings into her hair and he lets her talk, her guilt, anger, frustration cascades from her with the force of a torrential storm and he holds her, anchoring her in his warmth and his familiarity. Butterfly kisses on her temple, his hands writing words of encouragement along her bare skin, he lets her break down into little pieces. Only when she’s talked herself out, exhausted and sniffling and breathing slowly and sleepily from within the shelter of his body framing hers does he say anything, “It’s okay. These feelings-your feelings, share them with me Iris. I won’t hate you, I don’t think less of you. It’s not your fault, none of this mess is your fault. I’ll keep telling you until you believe it.”

She just sniffs, already uncomfortable with all the emotions that she has shared, awkward in her vulnerability, “I’m sorry that I ruined your shirt with my snot.”

His chuckle rumbles deep within his chest, “That’s what washing machines are for.”

“I’m not okay yet.”

“That’s alright, neither am I.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Together.”

“Together.”

It’s not perfect, it’s not magically healed. She knows there will be more breakdowns, more fights, more anger on the road to being okay again but-she also knows that it’s a start. That’s good enough for now. 

In the long silence after their emotions have subsided into synchronized breathing, while she’s still curled up in his warmth and solidness she feels brave enough to break the silence, “What do you want for breakfast?”

He’s quiet and she shifts to look at his face, curious. His green eyes study her face, as a slow fond smile lights up his face. That slow, happy, boyish smile that she knows he’s only ever given to her, the one that she possessively clutches in her heart because its hers and hers alone and he fondly leans in to kiss her quickly, “I think I’ll have my favorite Iris West-Allen breakfast special.”

She raises an eyebrow at him the teasing smile in his eyes causing her own mouth to widen in response and she knows what he’s gonna say feeling honey warm love radiating from her heart to briefly encompass her body in a quiet surety that they may not be completely okay yet, but that they would be. 

“Iris West-Allen, could you make me a banana?”

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Meet The Wells - Harry Wells Fic

Tv Show: The Flash

Setting: Season 4

Pairing: Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells x Leanna ‘Lea’ O’Conner

Featuring: One of the best characters on the show, Cisco Ramon!

—-

The morning everything pretty well. Team Flash was doing their usual work at S.T.A.R LABS. Discussing lunch breaks, new metas they possibly discovered, new experiments to create and plans for the weekend. That was until Harry mentioned friends.

Cisco sat up, “No he’s delusional. That’s because the lack of sleep he’s has been having. Uh, Harry friends are in here!”

Caitlin looked at Barry, who stood there confused, guessing that he’s being sarcastic.

“I got friends other than you guys! You will meet them.” Harry respond, siping his morning coffee.

Cisco gave his second girl a look and asked, “Lea help.”

“I-i know nothing about this.” Lea admitted with her hands up in defense.

“Ramon, believes i don’t got any friends. When i clearly do.” Harry yelled and sighed, typing away on his keyboard, “You told me to go make some friends, right?”

Cisco yelled back, “Yeah but last time i checked, you don’t have any friends besides us!”

Leanna who was tinkering with her tools looked up and nodded, “Yup! I did tell you that. Actually I’m curious to meet your friends, but I gotta hand some paperwork over to Joe first.”

She stood up, giving her boyfriend of 3 years now, a quick kiss on the cheek, in which Harry wraps his hand around her waist pulling her in for one more starling kiss. Clearly he was excited for today.

——

Cisco and Harry were in the speed lab being introduced to their scientific ragtag team of friends. But it wasn’t what Cisco suspected Harry’s friends to be. One of them even practically threw Cisco Ramon out of the speed lab for being annoyed and offended. Lea walked in, confused onto why her best friend ran out of there but her confusion came to a pause after what she see saw.

There stood right in front of her brown eyes the doppelgängers of Harrison Wells. Not 1, not 2, but 3 Harrison Wells in the speed lab. And if add Harry, that makes 4! In total stood 4 very different variants of Harrison Wells, going from one with gray hair and a turtleneck to one with war general uniform like he just lost an eyeball for God’s sakes.

She didn’t know to laugh at how insane this is or internally whine about this little endeavor being oddly weird for her. But at the same time she was very much integrated into this new situation. She met versions of Wells beforehand but this was completely different. Before she can even say a word or pull together another set of thoughts, when a voice called out to her. More or less a catcall followed by a cheeky whistle.

“Who is this little beauty queen? She’s finer than a flower on a summer morning!” Yelled out a rusty almost burnt blonde Wells in a red rode and slippers.

Lea didn’t realize they were staring at her that moment, quickly fixing her dark gray shirt with tiny daisies scattered all over and dark jacket she borrowed from her friend, Caitlin Snow, earlier that week. She firstly mouth a small “What the fuck?” to Harry as he jogged over swiftly taking her hand with ease. The man was clearly excited about this.

“Honey, come meet my new friend!” He exclaimed holding a grin, returning back to earlier spot but this time with her next to him, “This is Harrison Wolfgang Wells, H. Lothario Wells and Wells 2.0. Men, this is Leanna O’Conner.”

All 3 of them smiled at the lady. Wolfgang Wells stayed wondering his eyes at the brunette, as if he trying to pin point something in particular.

Lea had to just smile politically for the 3 idiots to go sight seeing on her, if allowed. Without a second later the women dragging Harry out into the hallway for a quick chat.

“Harry, honey, what the hell?!” She whispered yelled.

“What the hell? What do you mean ‘what the hell?’?” He whispered yell back.

“Are you out of your mind? Have you officially lost your marbles?!”

“You asked me to make some friends and that’s exactly what I did!”

“When I told you to make friends, I didn’t mean with yourself!”

“They’re technically NOT me! They’re my double hitting doppelgängers from other earths and one of the biggest baddest brightest mind out there.”

“Again! There’s literally 3 of you in that room, all three of them ready to make goo goo eyes at me and oh yeah, one of you is enough but a friend group of Wells that’s just—”

“Sweetie I can handle this. There is nothing to worry about, they’re just charming and intelligent people with different kinds of backgrounds. It’s gonna go great. I promise.”

“You promise? Cause—”

“Lea it’s fine! I got this.”

————

Once the couple walked back in, Lea announced the plan with Harry, but the second they all heard her voice they looked at her like 3 somewhat trained dogs. Harry had to scuff down a laugh, snorting a smidge.

Sandy hair blonde Wells aka H. Lothario Wells, grinned at her. He found her pretty and said, “Say, gorgeous you got any sisters? Or are you free this Sunday night?”

She blushed chuckling as she shook her head ‘No’ as Harry face them with a glare saying that Lea was HIS girlfriend. So hands off fellas!

Wells 2.0 spoke up, “I had a Lana on my earth…”

“Really? How was I like?” Lea asked, her eyes perked up curious about the answer.

“I wouldn’t know, she died or was it that she left the country? Oh well, i don’t remember! Ladies on my earth aren’t as nice looking as you.”

——————

The four of them kept talking, mainly Harry and his doubles, Lea just stayed sitting back writing on her iPad a few notes on an old equipment and equations. She listened every once in a awhile to their conversation, walking in and out of the lab to other part of the building or heading down to Jitters for some java.

Blowing a kiss to all 3 copies of Wells as she left. All of them stayed with a loopy and cheeky smiles after that. Harry Wells was the lucky one, he actually got a kiss of the cheek.

Returning with a coffee for her boyfriend, after handing one to Caitlin and Cisco she heard it. “Annie..” said the voice. It belongs to Wolfgang Wells, who staying eyeing her for the moment due stepped into the room in the first place. She rarely heard that nickname tossed around but it been said plenty of times beforehand. Only Cisco or Barry will throw that nickname out.

“That’s Leanna, not Annie, can you believe this guy fellas?” Replied Sandy Wells with a chuckling, figuring his doppelgänger was nuts in the head or something.

“No, Annie O’Conner..” Wolfgang Wells said once again with curiosity and confidence in his tone.

“Yeah he’s right.” Lea confirmed his wording, “Did you know a version of me, on your Earth?”

“My wife.”

“We’re married?”

Harry’s eyes darted towards them, mumbling, “You married a verison of her? When?”

“Yeah but I left her. Too much of a handful.” Wolfgang said with a shrug.

Lea gasped, “HANDFUL? I will have you know that I’m not a handful, you guys are. No offense, Harry..”

Wolfgang snickered, “You sound like her too! I left her cause we fell out of love, she was too uptight and I was too busy to care.”

“OUCH!”

“But I think still love her very much. Still, love is love. I think we all got a verison of this lady on our earths, right?”

Sandy Wells chuckled, “Mhmmmm! I do. She’s my 2 A.M bootycall. Speaking of which…”

Just like that, blondie wells was gone saying he got business to take care of. Leanna jaw dropped, meanwhile Harry held back a little smile, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand.

All 3 men went back to work. But the looks Wolfgang and 2.0 didn’t go unnoticed, glancing at the half Asian brunette every once in a while. Both men saw something in her, and they liked it. Harry had to snap their towards himself instead and looping a hand on his girlfriend’s waist to signify that once again she’s taken!

The men were talking over one another and bickering more often than not about the topic. Honestly it was kinda hilarious.

Cisco walked in soon enough with a smile, “Soo Council Of Wells, how are we doing? Any progress or we just chitchatting about who’s smarter?” 

Leanna chuckled at the last part, because half of it was true.

Harry on the other hand groaned in annoyance, “It’s not going anywhere! We can’t even agree on what method to use.”

“What? You had an entire day.”

“I know! I know!”

“Is it cause Lana is distracting them?”

This time Lea spoke up, “HEY! Right here you know?! First we’re complimenting me, then you’re treating me like a diamond in the rough and now you’re insulting me?! What is it? Leanna Day and I didn’t get the memo?!”

“Well welcome to my life, girlfriend! Theses guys love to do the same thing to me! Ain’t so easy, isn’t it?” Cisco repiled back, tossing her a glare.

“Ohhh, so this is the way your framing this, huh?”

“I guess so, Annie!”

“Cisco I swear—!”

“Wait?”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Isn’t there a 3rd one? Isn’t there 3 of—”

He pointed out there was only 2 Wells standing there, not the original 3 from the beginning of the day. Harry was about to say something about it but as if on cue, Sandy haired Wells reappeared with a cheeky grin blabbing on about something.

Sandy turned toward the trio with a smile, “Oh sorry! Had to take care of some off camera business—”

“OHH MY GOD!” Cisco shouted holding a hand, covering whatever it was he didn’t want to see.

This Wells had his pants down, showing everything his mother gave him. Harry tried to looked away, his face accidentally saw it. Leanna just blinked, gasping as she turned around burying his face in her boyfriend’s black shirt.

“What?” Asked Sandy Wells softly , confused.

“I can see your Frank and beans.” Said Wolfgang, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Come on, now. Do my best thinkin' commando,” Sandy defends himself with a shrug, “Plus, it ain't like we all haven't seen it before. Especially, you little missy.”

“I haven’t seen it!” Cisco yelled, sounding funny and offended by the fact.

He shoots a wink Leanna’s way and she feel like she can’t help but peek her face towards all the men in the room. She saw so much more than clearly expected today! Like Jesus Christ! She rested her head, still sorta hiding her face in her boyfriends shirt.

She didn’t look confident or heroic in that moment.

Harry placed a comforting hand on her head, holding his lady while smiling at her embraced blushing and embarrassment.

Cisco held back a couple of laughs, “Aww! You’re traumatizing the poor girl! But seriously, dude put that away..please.”

Wolfgang agreed with Cisco for once.

“Ah, you Earth Folks. You are so uptight.” Sandy replied pulling up his pants.

“Ah, alright! Can we get back to the take at hand? We need answers.”

Suddenly all men started throwing out suggestions left and right, speaking over one another not allowing Cisco nor Harry to keep a full sentence in.

Lea’s ears were ringing loudly and she groaned in annoyance, “Okay! That’s enough!”

“Enough? We’re just getting started!” Add 2.0 Wells, in which causing another explosion of words being thrown around.

Clearly Harry was losing it having enough of this shit and yelled, “Guys! Guys! Ga—gentlemen!” Grabbing all their attention he continued, “Clearly this isn’t working. And just for the record, it’s not me, it’s you.”

With a simple push of a button, all three holograms disappeared, leaving the trio to themselves.

“This, was a bad idea.” Harry said walking back, placing his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders whispering, “You okay?”

“It’s like your junk was burnt into my brain.” Cisco answered instead.

“Your welcome.”

Leanna did not answer or add into the previous statement, just walking out with a hand covering her ears silently. Harry and Cisco shared a tired look, figuring something bothered her..

——

Him and Cisco were talking for a bit, the genius still grumbling about what happened. That he needed to accept the facts and himself, since they are technically his doppelgängers but still. He didn’t truly like it too much.

Until he found her.

Harry found his girlfriend in his lab, scribbling in a notebook wearing her noise canceling headphones, that both him and Cisco carefully crafted her due to her meta human abilities, and playing with her bangs.

He sighed, knowing she was flashed today and practically felt just as insulted as he was. But because Leanna was more of a sensitive soul in the relationship, rather busy lately with Iris’s wedding planning, and helping the team with their issues. Along with the overheating bickering wasn’t probably too pleasant to her ears.

He winced, taking a marker to the whiteboard and tapping it against the clear sided screen. Harry walked over to her, tapping her shoulder and simply asked, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Hm?” She asked, removing her headphone registering what he said and chuckled, “Oh! Yeah honey I’m fine.”

“Isn’t that my line? Lea, honey, what happened? You kinda snapped at them.”

“Yeah well, so did you!…I, uh, umm wasn’t expecting today. Part of me knew something was gonna happen! I felt like I was being pulled left and right. I mean 4 Wells in one room, that’s overwhelmingly surprising and kinda chaotic..no offense.”

“None taken! They are just huge self minded, idiots. Uptight, roughly insulting, snooty and just jerks. I—I didn’t think it would go like that! Hell they flashed you and choose to make eyes at you the whole time. Treated you like you were an prize to be won and be thrown away…no one was paying attention to anything and just talking over one another! Jesus…”

Leanna stayed quiet hearing him rant about how he felt about the situation and the protection his mind created, recognizing things she didn’t notice until now. It made her feel better, knowing that she got the best Wells in the multiverse. All he wanted was to make some more friends and figure out a way to help with his teammates issues.

But instead, he realized that rather became a host and solid choice for a complete conversation than the other guys. He also felt sorta good about himself being one to unlock the door to an O’Conner’s heart unlike his counterpart.

“I uh, don’t take you for granted, you know?” Harry said, with a soft grin.

“I figured as much. You stayed.” She replied with a tired smile.

“Wolfgang had a version of you then lost you, 2.0 Wells was just gah not—the best thing with women and uh, Lothario was something else where uh, you know!”

Lea chuckled and nodded, “Oh I know! I..I know!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “But in all seriousness, Leanna I love you and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that—us, today.”

“I’ve been part of Team Flash for so long, where something like that shouldn’t surprise me but it did. It was chaotic chapter for the books, but I really hope that doesn’t happen again!”

“It better not! I can’t take another moment with those guys. They’re one of the most annoying minds of the multiverse!”

“Harry, honey..”

“What?

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at the man gently grinning. He looked down at her, placing a hand on the small of her back, smiled softly confused since she left her second line incomplete.

“For being you! You came to this Earth and took it as it is, trying to help it. And those idiots, didn’t have to FaceTime us but they did. Because you would’ve done the same thing.” She added.

“Of course I’ve would’ve, I kinda like you guys. Especially you and Dr. Snow.” Harry admitted.

“Most importantly, you fell for me. All those other versions of Lea and Wells don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Well, technically, this wasn’t planned. I came to another earth for one goal. But we sorta happened.”

“Do you regret it?”

He leaned down, cupping her cheek a bit, “No.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, leaning in.

“Because it proves my multiverse theory. Every version of you or me, ends up being with an such interesting partner.”

“I love that theory.”

“I know you do.”

Harry closed the space between them, tossing in a few solid pecks of Lea’s waiting lips. A couple of sweet nothings and laughs were thrown into the mix, chatting about getting Big Belly Burger later.

When suddenly..

“Oh come on!”

Came Cisco’s voice, standing at the door with his hands on his hips.

“Seriously? Y’all didn’t need my help making her feel better.” Cisco said.

Lea snorted and smiled, as Harry tossed his friend a playful grin, only ever reserved for Cisco Ramon. 

“We’re heading to Big Belly Burger later, you coming?” asked Lea.

“Oh hell yes!” He replied, replacing the frown with a smile, snatched up his friend from Harry into his arms for a hug and yelling, “She was mine first.”

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I’m literally trying to come up with series that’s not the trope friends to lovers and it’s been very difficult

I got friends —> lovers in different fonts, HELP ME. WestAllen, you did something to me, I’m not mad but I’m NEEDING other tropes 😭

The first series isn’t modeled after WestAllen, but instead it’s FrostFlash (which is Caitlin (Frost) x Barry)

The second one is modeled after WestAllen and Klance (which is Iris x Barry and Keith x Lance)

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[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

OP you are so right

Superhero-trapped-in-hostage-situation-because-they can’t-expose-their-powers/secret-identity is one of my favorite tropes (If happens plenty of times in Arrow)

For too long, certain tropes have stolen the spotlight in fandom – the soulmate au, the fake/pretend relationship au, the coffee shop au, the high school au. I am here today to inform you all that you are WRONG to make your offerings to these false idols. Consider instead your true hero – –

ThE hOsTaGe SiTuAtIoN AU!!!!

A trope Hollywood has long since accepted as The Best™ with such gems as;

“The Bank Shot Job” – Leverage, S1E05

“Payback’s a Witch” – Charmed, S8E12

“Bank Job” – Sanctuary, S3E03

“Death and All His Friends” – Grey’s Anatomy, S6E24

Flypaper (2011)

Monsoon – Sanctuary, S4E04 they really liked this trope

Aliens in a Spaceship – Bones, S2E09

Virtue of the Vicious – The Punisher, S1E10

Gus Walks Into a Bank – Psych, S3E08

Shawn Takes a Shot In the Dark – Psych, S4E09 they were actually really into this trope too

Pretty Much Every Episode of Law and Order: SVU Ever

It has everything! Heightened adrenaline! Heightened emotions! Danger! Intrigue! Perfect for heartfelt confessions of love or spur of the moment ‘I almost lost you, thank god we’re alive’ sex! Everything goes from hurt/comfort, to humorous hijinks, to racy smut, to total darkfic. 

And there are so many narrative possibilities! Are your OTP all hostages comforting each other, or maybe scheming to find a way to take down the bad guys? Is one a hostage taker that develops a soft spot for one of the hostages, or a hostage who thinks they see a glimmer of good in the criminal, something they can get through to. Maybe Character A is a cop and Character B is their loved one kidnapped/trapped inside. Maybe both are hostage takers who revel in their crime. Plus, perfect for supernatural/superhero universes where people have to pretend they’re in legitimate danger and/or can’t use their powers, leaving them just as vulnerable as anyone else!

tldr; the hostage situation is the best trope anyone has ever come up with and deserves to be used more liberally in fics. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. 

[afaimsarrowverse]

Das Nope-Verse:

Fix-It-Reihe, die das Arrowverse nach dem 2022-Massaker aufräumt und beendet, den Cliffhangar von „Legends“ auflöst, erklärt warum „Superman and Lois“ nicht mehr auf Earth Prime spielt und was nach dem Ende von Season 8 mit Team Flash geschah.

1.      No Future, Just Legends

Legends of Tomorrow-Fanfiction, Avalance, Astra/Behrad, Gwyn/Alun, Gideon/Gary, Steelhacker, Erw. von vergangen Canon-Pairings, Meta-Fic, Fix-It. Die Legends wurden verhaftet, weil sie das Raum-Zeit-Kontinuum gefährdet haben. Was daran neu ist? Dieses Mal kommt keiner mit einem blauen Auge davon, dieses Mal werden sie für immer weggeschlossen. Fortsetzung vom Cliffhangar-Serienende.

 https://www.fanfiktion.de/s/6366886c00000b7b385a864c/1/No-Future-Just-Legends

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14157370/1/No-Future-Just-Legends

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42875835

2.     Flashes of the Future

 The Flash-Fanfiction mit Gast-Auftritten aus dem Rest des Arrowverses, Westallen, Jocile, Chester/Allegra, Elongsue, Cisco/Kamilla, Fix-It, Alternative Staffel 9. Team Flash entdeckt, dass ein unbemerktes multiverselles Ereignis Earth Prime verändert und einer großen Gefahr ausgesetzt hat. Und als ob das nicht schlimm genug wäre, erfolgen Angriffe von verschiedensten Seiten auf Central City. Kann Barry sich selbst, seine Familie, seine Zukunft und seine Stadt retten, oder ist dies das Ende?

 https://www.fanfiktion.de/s/63baed1300000b7b385a864c/1/Flashes-of-the-Future

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14183735/1/Flashes-of-the-Future

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/44136052/chapters/110982820

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1, 7 and 12 pleaaaaase for the choose violence ask :))

Choosing more violence today than usual because the ask list calls for it. You've all been warned. 😅

1. The character everyone gets wrong.

Patty Spivot. I'm a Westallen fan till my dying day, but there are some catty Westallen fans who cannot let that thing with Mark Mardon go, and insist that she is the embodiment of everything wrong with real-life law enforcement, solely for wanting to do the thing that 99% of the fandom is frustrated with Barry for not doing, which is killing the person who killed one of her parents. She didn't even go through with killing him, she did things by the book in the end. Plus it was one guy and it was personal, it's not like she was out here power tripping just for the heck of it. Also, I'm not 100% certain how the Spallen shippers characterize her, because I don't really hang out in the Spallen side of the fandom, but I feel like people tend to forget that she's a nerd and make her out to be some cool it-girl instead. Patty is not a cool girl. She is a very very pretty nerd girl. I mean that in the best kind of way.

Caitlin is also horribly mischaracterized (in different ways) by both the Snowbarry fandom and the diehard Westallen fans. The only people who are right about Caitlin are the people who like both her and Iris. Everyone else is too biased to think clearly.

And of course Iris is the most mischaracterized, but everyone already knows how and why people get her wrong. And people getting her wrong is the reason why they get the other two wrong, and everyone is doing it on purpose, and it's a mess, and it's super annoying, and if everyone could just be NORMAL about these girls, things would be swell! But as it is, people are racist and petty and vindictive, so things are ridiculous.

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

So I hate to say it, because I do actually like this character very much when she's onscreen in front of me, but my word, the fandom made me so sick of Cynthia. (She would also be a good answer for that first question, because she's so mischaracterized as someone way more straight-laced than she actually is, but in her case it seems like a genuine case of Wow People Really Don't Pay Attention, Do They?) Is it weird that I hate fanon Cynthia because fanon Cynthia is a better girlfriend and a better person in general than canon Cynthia is? (yet still working for the collectors??) Because that's where I'm at. Tbh I blame the hiatus between seasons 3 and 4, 'cause I feel like headcanons and fanfiction about Cisco dealing with losing both his best friends by leaning on his girlfriend gave people expectations for what their relationship was gonna be like, and then they just...didn't register when it didn't turn out like that. Like, at all. Now, I enjoyed her time on the show for what it was, I still enjoy rewatching episodes that she's in, and would hardly be bothered to mention any of the issues I have with her if people would just see her for how she is. But for whatever reason, she's put on this pedestal and viewed as the person Cisco should have ended up with, even though every storyline they have together is loaded with examples for why their relationship would never work out in the long run. Cynthia was not the love of Cisco's life, she was something he needed to get out of his system. He wouldn't let himself date Golden Glider 'cause she was a criminal, but Cynthia being technically "team good" because she's in law enforcement gave him the inch he needed to pursue a relationship with the kind of bad girl he thought he wanted to date. But she turned out to be his Morgan Harris (which will mean nothing to anyone who hasn't watched the '80s Anne of Green Gables miniseries, but whatever), because he finally got what he wanted, only to realize that what he really wants is something else. So it's frustrating to me when people take a girl who clearly didn't want the same kind of relationship that Cisco wanted, and whose personal values clearly didn't align with his, and warp her to be some Iris-level, supportive-girlboss-wife material, who's totally never made an unethical decision in her life and works for a good upstanding organization committed to Justice™️—and insist that the writers were wrong to break her and Cisco up, because everything was ~Fine~ (insert dog in house on fire meme), when clearly breaking them up was what was best for Cisco. Because he was floundering trying to make things work with her, and they just didn't. They could never be fully happy together because either one or both of them would have to change their entire personality to make it work—and neither of them was willing to ask the other to do that. They're star-crossed. They have always been star-crossed. It just took them a while to accept it. And it's taking the fandom for-freaking-ever.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

Obviously I stay raving about why everyone should love Kamilla. I'm sure you all know the spiel by now.

She's sweet, she's smart, she has style, she can keep her head in a crisis, she's gentle but knows how to tell someone off when she needs to, she has no superpowers or combat training of any kind, and yet willingly joins in several dangerous missions because she cares a lot about helping people, and protecting the people she loves. Despite being seriously underutilized, she actually has much more development than people realize, but folks insist on saying she "doesn't have enough personality to be interesting/to take from canon and build off of for fanfiction" JUST BECAUSE SHE'S NICE AND SOFT-SPOKEN AND GIRLY, AND PEOPLE DON'T KNOW WHAT TF TO DO WITH A NICE GIRL CHARACTER WHO DOESN'T ALSO PUNCH STUFF. Not that she's not badass when she needs to be, but that is entirely beside the point! Now I understand that some people tapped out of the show early and didn't get to know her. But the way people who lasted 7 whole seasons just write her off as flat and boring drives me up the WALL. She's a photographer! She's a bartender! She reads comic books! She likes Star Wars and Fantastic Four! She cooks! She organized an art show! She subbed in for the rest of Team Flash when they were unavailable! She knows how to operate a satellite! Because she's watched Cisco and Caitlin do it, so clearly she's got mad observational and fast learner skills! She's maybe, possibly vegan, but also possibly not? She has at least one sister, and she made friends with all of Team Flash very fast, and it's no wonder, because she's shown to be thoughtful and a good listener several times! There are SO MANY little details about her slipped into canon that you can easily take and run with and develop further in fun ways, and that's part of why she's one of my favorite characters to write for! Also, HELLO, the supportive, attentive girlfriend everyone projects Cynthia to be? Kamilla actually IS! Literally WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE????

[shrinkthisviolet]

2, 5, 8, and 18 for fanfiction year in review! :)

2: What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

Oooh writing Miscommunication! It's one of my least favorite tropes, so I don't write it in fics usually…but with i still love you (I promise) and i love you (I'm sorry), I wrote a version of it that I think I'm pretty proud of! Mostly because Barry's mishandling of the situation is called out as such, and he doesn't forget it even when Morgan forgives him (and even the "platonic jealousy" is really written in a way that makes fun of him…because honestly, Barry, you could fix this so easily! And thankfully he does. Eventually)

5: What ships captured your heart?

Oooh well Percabeth recaptured my heart 💞 forgot how much I loved them. Westallen has been a perennial OTP. Snowest and Barrisco…I think those were last year? But my love for them keeps increasing 🥰 I also found myself growing quite fond of various Savitar ships - Saviris was already a love of mine, though I finally wrote a fic for it at the start of this year, and I added Savisco, Saverb, and Saveddie to my list of "color me VERY intrigued" ships, so that was fun. And ofc, you continue to increase my love and appreciation for Kamisco every time you post about them!

8: What fic meant the most to you to write?

Oooh meant the most to me? I think it's a toss-up between your eyes will need some time (to adjust) and who has the greatest (baby sister) in the world?.

I have a deep fondness for the Daddy Issues AU (and I am endlessly grateful to @fezwearingjellybananas for prompting it...and also inspiring it with Gone in a Flash and Speedster Siblings), and now that I've started it with an intro fic, I'm excited to write the rest!

And ofc...post-s1 Barry & Morgan (or "Morry" as I sometimes affectionately call them) feels are just my favorite thing ever. One of the reasons I'm so excited to finish the s1 arc is so I can write more of Them, and specifically Barry helping Morgan work through her Big Feelings (yk, the whole "so your dad's an evil psychopath who actually killed your real parents, raised you with conditional love and thus poisoned the well for you about what love should be, and also killed several other people, including Barry's mom when he was a kid. Now what?" thing)

18: Share your favorite ending line

As of right now, it's:

“Okay. So. All that aside…Barry filled me in on everything. Sounds like you two need a game plan.” “Yeah.” Barry sighed. “Got any ideas?” Iris smirked. “As a matter of fact…I do.”

I used the same ending line twice, for i still love you (i promise) and i love you (i’m sorry), because it was just THAT GOOD 🥰

2024 in review ask game!

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2023 Westallen Secret Santa Masterlist

A big thank you to all who participated! Mwah!

1. The Beginning And The End of Everything by AugustWriter30 Synopsis: When Joe told him he wanted to introduce his daughter to him, Iris was not at all who Barry expected to see. The world around him stopped and he had to remind himself to breathe. She was even more breathtaking than she was the first time he saw her. He remembers the last time he laid eyes on her. He also remembers asking her out and consequently standing her up. He never called her to explain why he stood her up. Even after she called him, he never returned her call. That was five years ago.

What Iris didn’t expect later that night was to be standing face to face with Barry Allen. The guy who broke her heart five years ago without even knowing it. Iris steeled herself. She couldn’t let him know how much he’s affected her.

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2. All I Want for Christmas is You by AugustWriter30 Synopsis:

“You like him. Like him. Don’t you? And don’t you dare deny it. It’s written all over your face.”

Iris looked up at her friend and sighed.

“Yeah I think I do. Is it weird?”

“No. It’s not, babe. I think you’re just late to the game.”

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3. We were meant to be together...and unexpected by AspiringLife Synopsis: AU: Barry Allen and Iris West could've never imagined that their lives would be intertwined like this years later when they meet again.

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4. tis the season by yorit1 Synopsis: Iris owns a coffee shop. One day, she spills coffee all over a man, and everything changes for her for the better.

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5. Faith, Love, Trust, Loyalty and Family by ShippersAnonymous Synopsis:

What seemed like the end was only the beginning. Neither of them knew it, saw it. But fell it. A dove left in the cold, a broken nest missing warmth.

An instant shock, an unfortunate meeting, an irrevocable bond that neither can shake.

Then out of pain, and from the rain comes a holy love story.

Teaching that life is filled with areas of grey for every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

[teamwestallen]

If I were to write a westallen fic what would you want it to be about?

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

What are your favorite Arrowverse ships? If you don’t mind me asking.

Ooo great question! Thanks for the ask!

I love Coldflash right now

Also love Westallen

Holy— how did I almost forget— SUPERCORP

I know it’s not well liked but I still have a soft spot for Olicity

Oh and Theroy (aka Throy apparently but I like mine better)

Avalance always

Ok ok here me out on this one— Superarrow

I KNOW I KNOW, it’s not popular— but it was in the first real fanfiction I ever read (still my favorite to this day; the writing was phenomenal) but I prefer the above pairings for Kara and Oliver

ngl I’m really not a huge shipper Destiel is the exception. They rewired my brain chemistry and I haven’t been the same since.

[battys-home]

Tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better

I suck at using Tumblr but I'm clearing out my inbox today, so big thanks to @purpleyin for tagging me a hundred years ago!

1. 3 ships; Westallen, Climon, Olivarry

2. first ever ship; If we mean when I actually knew what shipping was, then Rorry (Ron Weasley/Harry Potter) although I did dabble in Inukag(Inuyasha/Kagome Higorashi) fanfiction before I had a true notion of "shipping".

3. last song; Miss You All The Time - OAR because it's on one of my fanfic playlists haha

4. last movie; Bill and Ted's Excelent Adventure (It'd been too long)

5. currently reading; All my current reading is on hold.

6. currently watching; My old fave movies! I'm going to watch Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's dead soon.

7. currently consuming; Music

8. currently craving; I'm massively craving ribs.

9 people to tag; I don't talk to anyone on tumblr anymore oops

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

9 people you would like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @alittleflashvibe !! 😄

#1. 3 ships: Coldflash, Supercorp, Superarrow (Kariver) So yeah I support multi-shipping haha, cause as much as I love Coldflash; I still love Westallen too

#2. First ever ship: Ooooooo, I had to think on this one but it’s probably Hiccstrid

#3. Last song: Test Drive from Httyd 1, John Powell created a masterpiece with this entire soundtrack

#4. Last movie: Httyd 2 (just rewatched Race to the edge too, been in a httyd mood lately)

#5. Currently reading: A lot of fanfiction; mostly Coldflash and Race to the edge. But for physical books, I started Six of crows awhile back but haven’t gotten very far

#6. Currently watching: Carry on my wayward sonnnnnnn

Supernatural season 13. I’m so close guys— I can practically taste the fanfiction

#7. Currently consuming: the souls of my enemies and probably too much social media

#8. Currently craving: life without responsibilities— also Sees Candies— and writing motivation

9 people to tag: @never-ending-fanfic @heart-of-a-rebel16 @foxxxtransformer123 @jinxquickfoot @ana-cantskywalker @lilliths-httyd-blog @rosiethedragongeek @seth-shitposts

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