#cozy speedster needs cuddles

[deadbandsong]

1. CUTE.

2. Pietro not including himself amongst the “loud and obnoxious ones” is laughable.

3. How freaking COZY does he look in that sweater?! 😍

Uncanny Avengers. Jim Zub. 2017.

[chaoticrockmusic]

↫𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈↬

Synopsis; After a particularly rough mission, you are welcomed by your favorite speedster and his warmth.

Warnings; none! <3

The mission had been an absolute disaster—or at least that’s how it felt. Every step back into the X-Mansion was like dragging lead weights, and your entire body screamed for rest. You had enough energy to kick off your boots but not enough to make it to your room. Instead, you flopped onto the couch in the common room, burying your face into a throw pillow with a muffled groan.

The familiar whoosh of displaced air and the sound of a chip bag crinkling were your only warning before Peter Maximoff appeared, standing over you like some kind of smug vending machine mascot.

“Well, well, look who’s all tuckered out,” he teased, dropping onto the couch beside you.

You didn’t bother lifting your head. “Go away, Peter.”

“Nah,” he said, already popping a chip into his mouth. “This is way more entertaining. Plus, I brought snacks. You should be thanking me.”

“I can’t even move,” you muttered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Peter snorted, tossing the bag of chips onto the coffee table. “Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Move over.”

You turned your head just enough to squint at him. “What?”

“Scoot,” he repeated, nudging your shoulder. “You look like you need some of my patented Peter Maximoff TLC. And by that, I mean cuddles.”

“Since when do you cuddle anyone?”

“Since now,” he said with a grin. “Come on, don’t make me beg. It’s undignified.”

With a dramatic sigh, you shifted over slightly, allowing him to wedge himself beside you. He wasted no time draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest, tugging the blanket from the back of the couch to cover both of you.

“There. Cozy, right?” he said, leaning back and resting his head against the couch.

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “This is weirdly nice.”

“‘Weirdly nice’ is my middle name,” Peter quipped, his hand coming up to trace absentminded circles on your arm.

For a guy who couldn’t sit still for more than five seconds, Peter had a surprisingly calming presence. The tension in your shoulders started to melt away, and you found yourself sinking deeper into the cushions.

“Thanks, Pete,” you murmured, your voice soft.

He looked down at you, his usual smirk replaced by something gentler. “Hey, you did good out there. Don’t let your brain tell you otherwise, okay?”

You gave a small nod, your eyes growing heavy.

“Go ahead and sleep,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’ll stick around, just in case you need me.”

The last thing you heard before drifting off was the sound of him quietly humming some old 80s song, the warmth of his arm around you lulling you into peace.

[dailydianakko]

Zipper Au Drabble

Okay so I fell in love with @dianacavendishisgay Zipper au HARD, so I couldn’t help myself and wrote a diannakko drabble that (hopefully) fits into the universe! I may have sprinkled some of my own thoughts in there i am so sorry dont kill me. Anyway I hope you enjoy this fic!

Diana tugged her backpack strap and strode purposefully through the halls of Luna Nova University. Her final class had just let out and she was heading to the courtyard. Hannah and Akko had asked for an impromptu picnic, and Diana was more than happy to oblige. Once she had reached the end of the hallway, she pushed the heavy door open and walked out into the sun. Covering her eyes from the onslaught of the sunlight, she looked around. The weather was particularly nice out today. The sky was a cheery blue with frothy clouds dappled throughout, and the sun kept the earth warm. Diana headed down the path towards their meeting point. As she walked, she enjoyed looking at the mosaic of shadow splattered on the path from the tall oaks that lined the path. She definitely could see why her girls had asked for a picnic date. After a few short minutes, she saw Hannah off to the side, setting up one of the weathered picnic tables. Akko was nowhere in sight. Diana figured she’d be later. After all, Akko was a bearer of speed, though it didn’t ever seem to prevent her being late to class.

As Diana sped up to a jog, she felt the backpack jostle against her back obnoxiously. The noise must have alerted Hannah, because she  looked up from her preparations to give Diana a shout shout and a wave. “Danny!” Hannah ran up and gave Diana a quick peck on the cheek, the ambient static of Diana’s gift crackling between them slightly. As Hannah pulled away, she handed Diana a paper plate. “Akko is bringing some pizza over from that place she likes. Let’s hope she doesn’t run too fast and make the cheese run.” Hannah gave a small eye roll as Diana smiled slightly. Akko, as much as they both loved her, had a horrible habit of taking curves too fast when she ran. It almost always resulted in molten cheese on one side of the pizza with their toppings oozing over the crust and onto the cardboard.

Diana settled down on the bench, slinging her backpack carelessly to the ground behind her. Nothing of importance was in it anyway. She hadn’t needed her books since it was a quiz day. She watched as Hannah pulled out a thermos, cups, and cutlery. Diana felt a spark of mirth at seeing the forks Hannah had pulled out. Hannah never did kick the habit of eating pizza with a fork. Akko had fully corrupted Diana, however. The joy of eating with her hands was freeing after living in her stifling household for so long. Diana was pulled from her musings when a twinge ran through her face. 

It was that blasted wire. 

The damn thing always caused her some form of grief no matter what. From waking up at night to intense itching, or to an aggravating ache, it always seemed to mock her some way. Diana gave a blink as she felt a warm hand on hers. It was Hannah, frowning as she gently tugged Diana’s hand from her face. She laced her fingers with Diana’s in an effort to stop her picking.

“No touching, Diana. I know it’s annoying. Do you want to try stimming a little?” Hannah bent down and reached into her picnic bag and pulled out a stuffed foxhound. “Sir Reggie is here if you need him.”  Hannah gently placed the stuffed animal in Diana’s lap, and scooted right next to her.

“Thank you, Han.” Diana began to run her fingers through the plushie’s coat. Her therapist had recommended scratching or petting stuffed animals when she felt the desire to scratch at herself. As soon as Diana had told Hannah that, her girlfriend had gone and bought Sir Reggie. Hannah practically carried Reggie everywhere in case Diana ever needed him. The dog was like a talisman protecting Diana from bad memories and habits. Diana closed her eyes and gave a contented hum as she felt Hannah cuddle closer, laying a head on her shoulder. The redhead kept her fingers interlocked with Diana’s and her other gently brushed against Diana’s arm in soothing strokes.

“Akko is late.” Hannah broke the comfortable silence with her little grumble. Diana cracked an eye open and glanced at her.

“She’ll arrive soon.” Diana closed her eye again and leaned a little more on Hannah. She was feeling marvelously relaxed.

“No, I bet it’ll be a good ten minutes before she does.” Hannah had gone from tender strokes to light tapping. Her body temperature had risen a little more in the last few minutes, surefire signs that she was irritated.

“How about a bet, I think she’ll arrive in the next two minutes. You can have the Häagen-Dazs cookie dough ice cream I put in the freezer if I’m wrong.” Diana bopped Hannah’s head gently with hers in an attempt to placate her. Hannah let out a little grumble of assent, not completely sold on Akko’s promptness but not wanting to give up on the thought of some decadent cookie dough ice cream. Hannah clung to Diana tighter as Diana let out a little giggle, knowing her gambit worked and Hannah’s inner demon was placated.

“Danny, you’re teasing me.” Hannah buried her face in Diana’s chest, almost knocking Reggie over.

“I am not; I am simply enjoying looking at a charming girl.” Diana pat Hannah’s head gently, careful not to mess up her ponytail. Feeling a little mischievous, she gave the yellow ribbon laced through Hannah’s hair a tug.

“Cheeky.” Hannah muttered as she unwillingly left her comfortable hiding spot. Diana merely booped Hannah’s nose in response. Hannah let out a little giggle, her pout finally disappearing for good. “Akko still isn’t here yet.”

“Speak of the devil and she shall come.” Diana said as she noticed a whirlwind of dust approach them speedily from the distance.

“Someone order a piping hot pizza?” Akko skidded to a stop, gouging a small furrow into the earth that the landscapers would surely have to fill in later. There were probably similar marks scattered all over the campus, Diana thought with a smirk. She watched as the brunette twirled the two boxes and placed them on the table. Diana turned her face to Akko as the speedster walked by the two of them, enjoying the peck on the cheek Akko gave to both her and Hannah.

“Ohayo, Reggie-kun!” Akko cheerfully patted the stuffed animal on the head as she reached over to pop a pizza box open.

“Hello to you too, Akko.” Diana stifled a laugh at Akko’s whirlwind entrance. Her lovely flair for dramatics never failed to make Diana bubbly with happiness.

“Akko I swear to god, if this pizza is anything like the last fifty-“ Hannah grumbled as she watched Akko open the box, tapping her foot against the table leg.

“It hasn’t been fifty! More like,” Akko paused and put a hand to her chin, quietly debating how many pizzas had tragically met their demise to the speedster.

“Atsuko, it has been fifty. And luckily your body count has not increased to fifty two.” Diana interjected as she opened the box. Akko’s speed had insured the pizza arriving hot, but it certainly wouldn’t stay that way. She was hungry and waiting any longer than she had to was decidedly not on her schedule. Women could not live on a cup of tea and a single parfait alone. Diana made sure to serve Akko the pepperoni, Hannah the cheese, and then dipped into the Hawaiian herself. All three girls let out a hum of pleasure as the cheesy goodness met their taste buds.

“I still can’t believe you eat with a fork, Han.” Akko said with a mouthful of pizza, occasionally making little huffs as she tried to chew despite the hotness.

“It’s because I am the last woman of culture among you heathens” Hannah teased as she delicately cut her pizza into small squares. Diana rolled her eyes as she folded her slice in half and went for another bite of juicy pineapple and savory ham. Now that she was eating and had both her girls with her, the moment had jumped to a solid perfect on Diana’s scale of happiness.

Once the impromptu picnic was over and everything was cleaned up, the trio moved to sit under one of the oak trees that Diana walked by earlier. Diana let out a happy sigh as she leaned her back against the rough wood. She felt Hannah settle in beside her, talking her right hand and interlocking their fingers. After Hannah was comfortable, it was Akko’s turn. Diana let out a small grunt as Akko flopped into her lap. The brunette wiggled around briefly, taking Diana’s free hand and placing it onto her head. Diana took the hint and began running her fingers gently through Akko’s soft hair. As Diana closed her eyes, she saw Akko gently playing with Hannah’s other free hand. Her lips twisted into a smile as she settled down for a cozy afternoon nap with her two wonderful girlfriends.

[westallenfun]

Home for the Holidays

Westallen Secret Santa gift for @westallen94 from @xswestallen

Barry and Iris rent a cabin in the mountains for Christmas. 100% fluff!

It was Christmas Eve Eve and 100 miles Northeast of Central City, the Smoky Mountains were covered in a blanket of snow. On the outskirts of a small town, the kind they make cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies about, on the side of the mountain, a little log cabin would be the cozy home of Barry and Iris West-Allen for the holiday.

Iris gasped in admiration when they first arrived.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Barry, who’d been carrying her as he ran them there, kissed her forehead before putting her down.

“I knew you’d love it. I’ll be right back with our stuff”

Barry sped away, leaving Iris alone for only a brief moment as he ran their luggage to the cabin.

Iris went up the steps to the wrap around porch, where she could appreciate the view of the beautiful scenery from every angle. She took a deep breath, the mountain air was invigorating. She was far away from the chaotic sounds of downtown in a city and closed her eyes to listen to the sweet songbirds’ tune.

The cabin’s window sills and the porch’s rail were frosted with snow. A wreath with colorful lights hung on the front door, which was flanked by poinsettias. It was the most picturesque place to spend Christmas.

“Iris,” Barry called from the front door. “You have to see this.”

She went to him. He moved aside so she could walk into the cabin. The first thing that could her attention was the 10 foot tall Christmas tree in the center of the living room. It was filled with white and silver ornaments. A shining star topped it.

“It’s so beautiful!” Iris said in awe.

Barry tapped the suitcase they’d pack with their own artificial tree and ornaments. “I guess we didn’t need to bring one after all.”

“Or, we could have two.”

“You’re really in the Christmas spirit this year.

Iris shrugged. “I’m just glad there are no meta problems to mess up our cozy holiday.”

She ran her hand up and down Barry’s sweater. He looked over her shoulder and something made him smile. Taking Iris by the hand, Barry led her across the cabin, to the doorway to the bedroom, where mistletoe hung.

“They really thought of everything.” Iris commented.

“Actually, this,” Barry pointed to the mistletoe. “Was me.”

He snaked his arm around Iris and pulled her in for a kiss.

The following more was Christmas Eve. Iris woke up Barry with a kiss on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas Eve.” She whispered.

Barry’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled as soon as he saw his wife laying next to him. He kissed her hand.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“A little.” Iris admitted. “I know we were so hot when we finally went to bed last night that we thought we didn’t need the heavy blanket, but maybe tonight we’ll keep it close by so we can grab it later.”

“Your hands are like ice.”

“Warm me up then.”

Iris moved closer to her husband and wrapped her body around him. She ran her hands up and down his chest and back.

Together, they made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They sat side by side at the kitchen table so they could both look out the large windows.

“That’s the secret.” Barry said. “You do it that way and you’ll never have another pancake disaster.”

“Are you sure that really works? Or, is it just one of those Pinterest life hack thingys that’s full of crap but nobody notices because they’re too lazy to actually try it?”

“It works!” Barry insisted.

“Ok. Next time I make pancakes I will pour the batter into an empty syrup container and used the lid to squirt it onto the pan.”

Barry moved his fork around his pancake. “Perfect circle guarantee!”

Iris giggled. She took another bite of her food and looked out the window. Her jaw dropped when she saw snowflakes falling.

“Babe, it’s snowing!” She gasped.

They abandoned their breakfast. Barry speed dressed himself and Iris in their coats, scarfs, earmuff, and gloves. They ran outside.

It was freezing cold, but the sky was fairly bright. Snow was falling at a steady, but not overwhelming pace. The wind carried the sweet smells of the cider trees to their noses.

Iris threw her hands in the air to catch some of the falling snow. She spun around, feeling giddy.

Barry came up behind her and put his arms around her. Iris leaned back on him.

“It’s going to be a white Christmas.” Barry said.

Iris looked up at him. “This moment is perfect. I wish it could last forever.”

Barry smirked. “Well, not forever, but I can make it last a lot longer.”

The wind stopped. The snowflakes that were falling stood still in midair. It was as if time paused. Iris smiled up at Barry, knowing he was using his powers to bring her into Flashtime.

Iris took in the experience. “I feel like I’m in a snow globe.”

Barry slid his hands down her arms. He laced their finger together (as best he could with their gloves) and began to sway.

“I want to dance with you.”

“I always want to dance with you.” Iris replied.

She put her head on Barry’s chest. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart, in such contrast to the stillness around her. Being a speedster meant Barry always had a fast heart rate. But, Iris felt pride knowing another reason, was her dancing with him.

After a few more dances, a snowball fight, a few Christmas movies while cuddling on the couch, and a sad attempt at a gingerbread house, the day had come to an end. Christmas was merely hours away. Barry and Iris laid in bed, but Barry couldn’t sleep.

“I feel like a little kid again.” He told Iris. “I’m too excited to sleep.”

“I think it’s all the candy you ate instead of using for our gingerbread house’s roof.”

“I have a very fast metabolism!”

“I love how your always so warm.” Iris purred. She nuzzled her face in Barry’s neck. “Will you hold me all night so I don’t get cold?”

He kissed her head. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“If you want, I can make you really warm.” Barry offered.

Iris felt butterflies in her stomach. She thought she knew exactly what Barry was suggesting. “Babe, you want to go again?!”

Barry breathed a laugh. “That’s actually not what I was going to say.”

“What is it then?”

Barry began to gently vibrate his body. “I can do it to you too, if you want.” He said, his voice vibrating too. It reminded Iris of her late night meetings on rooftops with The Streak.

“Yes please.” She said.

Barry held her close and vibrated her body as well. They fell into a steady rhythm together, so it no longer felt like they were moving at all.

Iris sighed in relaxation. “I do feel warmer. You’re powers are endlessly useful in bed.”

Barry looked very pleased with himself. He brushed Iris’ hair away and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Christmas morning arrived with more snow. The first thing Iris did when she got up was gaze out the window, admiring the winter wonderland. Barry soon joined her, with cups of hot cocoa in each hand.

“One for my beautiful wife.” He said, handing Iris hers. “And, one for me.”

Iris kissed him. He already tasted like chocolate.

“Thank you, baby.”

“It’s Christmas!” He cheered.

“And, it’s snowing!”

Barry kissed Iris on the cheek. “Everything is perfect. This is the best Christmas ever.”

Iris batted her eyes at him. Before she could give him a flirty reply, her phone rang.

“Who is it?” Barry asked.

“My dad. He wants to Facetime.”

Iris answered the call. The happy faces of Joe West and Cecile Horton appeared.

“Merry Christmas!” They said in unison.

“Merry Christmas to you.” Barry said.

“We miss you two.” Joe told Barry and Iris.

“You’ll see us soon.” Barry assured him.

“Are you having a good time?”

“The best!” Iris gushed. “Dad, this place is so gorgeous. The trees, the mountains, they’re breathtaking. It’s been snowing too.”

“Sounds perfect.” Joe said.

Barry put his arm around Iris. “My thoughts exactly.”

“How’s your family, Cecile?” Iris asked.

“Oh, everyone was so excited to see Jenna.” Cecile lit up as she spoke. “That baby girl has been passed around more than the potatoes. My sister gave her the most adorable little outfits. I’ll send you pictures.”

Iris giggled. She could picture how cute her baby sister would look. She also loved seeing Cecile get so excited.

“What are you up to?” Joe asked.

“We’ve played in the snow, built a gingerbread house, and watched a handful of Christmas movies.” Barry reported.

“Christmas movies? Any recommendations?” Cecile wondered.

Barry grimaced and scratched his neck.

Iris was proud to say, “Last night, we watched The Princess Switch. It was so good.”

Cecile grabbed Joe’s arm. “Honey, we should watch that.”

Joe and Barry exchanged pained looks.

In a poor attempt at sounding excited, Joe said, “Yeah. That will be fun.”

Iris laughed into her mug of hot cocoa.

“Thanks for teaching me how to make Grandma Esther’s special hot cocoa.” Barry told Joe.

“No problem.”  He said. “So, what are your plans for today?”

Iris looked up at her husband. “Barry and I were just about to open presents when you called.”

“We won’t keep you then. Merry Christmas!”

This time, in unison, it was Barry and Iris who said, “Merry Christmas!”

The call ended. A black screen replaced the imagine of Joe and Cecile. Iris put her phone away.

“That was nice.” Barry remarked.

Iris smiled feebly. “Yeah.”

Always in tune to her emotions, Barry raised his eyebrows. “Iris?”

“I just miss them. I’m having a great time and I’m glad we took this time away, just you and me, but, this is the first Christmas I’m spending away from home. I guess I’m a little homesick.” She explained.

Barry hugged her. “That’s ok.”

Iris melted into his arms. She put her head on his shoulder. “You must miss your parents a lot too.”

“I do.” He admitted. “But, I’m not homesick.”

“No?”

Barry shook his head. “No. I can’t be when I’m with you.”

Iris picked her head up so she could look at him.

“You’re my home, Iris.” Barry repeated his wedding vow. “It doesn’t matter where we are. As long as you’re next to me, I’m home.”

Iris surged forward and kissed him. Held tight in his arms, his lips so sweet and so insistent, Iris felt it too. She really was home.

[gaybaconprincess]

Hot spot uses Jericho as a hug pillow to calm down. Jeri is therapeutic.

[This was fun, SO MUCH FUN. I LOVE the idea that Jericho just nonchalantly cuddles with literally every Titan ever. You decide to ruffle Jericho’s hair as you’re lounging on the couch? Well you’re getting a Jeri cuddle buddy, you opened yourself up to that, it’s all on you. And so is he, he’s gonna treat you like a puppy until he falls asleep in your lap.]

Hot Spot was, well, flaming. In multiple senses.

He tried really hard to explain to Robin exactly why putting him on a team with Kid Flash would be a bad idea, but did he listen? Of course not. The redhead did nothing but annoy him. He was hyper, annoying, loud, obnoxious. Hot Spot missed India. With its gentle bustle and its crowded streets and its quiet nights, he missed working alone sometimes.

And then Hot Spot would remember everything he had here. If Hot Spot just up and left, who would help Herald in his moments of weakness when he was having breakdowns because he’d never been a leader before? Who would make sure Kole and Kid Flash didn’t drive Argent completely insane? Who would make sure Argent didn’t corrupt Jericho with her gothness?

Jericho.

Hot Spot rushed over to Jericho’s room, pounding angrily on the door.

Hot Spot and the rest of the team almost always went to Jericho with their problems. He definitely wasn’t a great problem solver, but he was a wonderful mediator and cuddling him was near therapeutic. Jericho was also the kind of person who didn’t care about whether or not the cuddling was platonic or romantic; he just loved being close to people and knowing that he was helping them and that they enjoyed cuddling him. Jericho, above everything, just loved his friends with all his heart and just always wanted them to be happy.

Jericho’s door finally opened with a swish sound, and Izzy didn’t even take the time to look at his reaction before he stormed passed Jericho and was pacing around the boy’s room.

Hot Spot’s temper was only momentarily released when he smiled a bit at Jericho’s room. Herald was right, everything about Jericho was small and adorable.

Despite their rooms being the same shape and size, being in Jericho’s felt immensely smaller, and his room was much messier than his - in a way it was Jericho’s organized chaos. There were paints and charcoals scattered all across the room carelessly, half done and near finished paintings leaning against the walls of all shapes and sizes, and scattered polaroid pictures that seemed to gather in the dozens. There were a few dozen that lay on top of each other like messy papers on his nightstand, some were on his dresser, quite a few were on his drawing board.

Everything about the room was just really cozy and small and almost as calming as Jericho himself.

Hot Spot’s thoughts were interrupted by Jericho reaching up on the tips of his toes to pat at Isaiah’s head, which still had literal flames coming from it because of his stupid fight with Kid Flash.

And then Hot Spot was back to pacing and grumbling about the speedster.

After Isaiah finally noticed the panicked looks Jericho was giving that flickered in between the very flame ridden Hot Spot and the very flammable painting that lay across the walls, Hot Spot took the hint and finally powered down out of politeness.

Jericho sighed and smiled gratefully, smiling warmly up at Hot Spot and sending him a silent message. He always did love Izzy better when he was just Izzy, not Hot Spot. He had beautiful features, and Jericho was always much too shy to ask him to model for a painting, it was a shame he was always powered up.

Hot Spot kept grumbling and glaring angrily at the floor, a few very not so nice words paired with ‘stupid redheads’ being the most prominent of his mumblings.

Jericho sighed and shook his head, and with a smile he led Izzy to sit leaned against the headboard of Jericho’s also very small bed. Jericho easily got Hot Spot to uncross his arms and allow Jericho to hug his waist, sat in Hot Spot’s lap. Hot Spot wrapped his arms around Jericho and rested his head on top of the smaller boy’s, squeezing tight and enjoying the feeling of someone wanting to get close to him. Jericho’s fluffy hair tickled his chin, and he chuckled a bit when Jericho cuddled into his chest.

Hot Spot chuckled again when he felt his foot lying on top of a charcoal pencil that was hidden under the sheets, finding that not one thing in this messy room was sacred when it came to Jericho’s messy art supplies. Even Jericho, with his paint stained green T-shirt and his ripped jeans, was constantly covered in marks of beauty and creation. He really did have a gift, and it hurt Hot Spot to see him throw away some of the painting he did - usually the ones painted after he’d woken up from a nightmare. They were always stormy and dark and beautiful, in a weird way. They spoke of more emotion than Jericho allowed himself to share at times.

Hot Spot relaxed into Jericho’s embrace, nuzzling his face into Jericho’s hair and thinking of the reason why he might’ve been a little rash. Perhaps he could’ve stopped the argument had he not begun yelling, and maybe - just maybe - he could’ve been in the wrong in what he was yelling about. It was wrong of him to want to leave as well. How on Earth could Hot Spot just leave? Not only did Titans North need him, but he really, really needed Titans North. He’d never been this in control of his anger issues in his entire life, and that was because of Jericho.

Jericho, who was now nuzzling into Hot Spot neck and feeling the fabric of his uniform.

Hot Spot smiled. No, he couldn’t ever leave Titans North. He couldn’t ever imagine leaving this.

[illusionage]

octaane​:

something about this felt so chaste and intimate, and usually octane would FLEE from situations like these… but now, he wasn’t. not like he could, anwyay, because his body was worn out and tired as hell and, while it was very luxurious, the dropship wasn’t that big for the speedster to comfortably avoid mirage inside. well, not like he wanted to AVOID him… but he’s often found himself backpedalling out of situations like these.

but now? now he was glad to be there. he was glad they were on their own, no one was around to ask annoying questions. except elliott, maybe, but octavio thought he’s COOL ENOUGH to simply not ask those types of questions.

the daredevil ended up cuddling up to the trickster’s side, head tucked away safely under elliott’s. his hand instinctively reached for the other’s as well, fingers intertwining as he held onto it on his thigh. octavio doesn’t realize that he might push it too far, that he was LITERALLY possibly getting too hands-on with elliott– he doesn’t exactly have a sense for when to stop. plus, he’s TIRED. he’s allowed to do a little bit of weird stuff.

when he mentions his mask, octavio just groans quietly, then tucks his face away further. at least he wasn’t wearing the mask he’d have on in the ring, the one that restricted his breathing. this was just FABRIC– he’ll be fine.

“ no, thanks? ”,

octavio tried, hoping that might change mirage’s mind.

     for someone who talks as big as mirage does, it seems to all disappear on him in an instant. he’s egotistical in the games, self - inflated and haughty where he has the moments to be, labeling himself as a heart throb and king of suaveness. and yet, where he needs to rely on it: it dries up on him.

    great. thanks, suaveness and confidence. even if you were faked half the time just to try and sell the image. he swallows, everything fluttery in the back of the throat, especially as octane’s fingers come to twine around his own, something distinctively. not - things - friends - do about it. or well, friends can do it, and octane’s always been a bit of an oddball between the blowing off his own legs, and the wanting to jump through a fire ring, and...

    but yeah. none of that has to do with the hand in his right now. mirage sends up a silent prayer that his hand routine is hopefully working wonders and is making his calluses softer. does octane care about softer hands? probably not; he can see the scar tissue covering his own knuckles, can feel it against his palm.

    carefully, elliott’s thumb traces against the line of octane’s hand. he laughs a little bit, mostly tries to subjugate it so he doesn’t shake his companion too much, especially with how octane is pretty much cozying up to him. “ c’mon. you’ll get sweaty underneath there - you already took off the rest of your gear. “

     his head tilts again, he gives him a small jostle - a nudge, at best. “ what, you scared  that you don’t compare to my good looks? “

[westallenfun]

The First Christmas

Westallen Secret Santa gift from @babyish14 for @sophisticatedloserchick

The First Christmas

Note: Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this fic. I attempted to implement all the elements you wanted to see. I may do a second version of this when I have time. Although, I do have an unrated version I’ll post on my ao3 in a few days (I’ll message it to you) ;D.  Anyone is free to read it then! Special thanks to @pornnotcorn, @starplanes, @autistic-alien, @lintastic, and @mathxjunkii for your winter and snow expertise! Thank you to @inksmudge for the edit!

To: @sophisticatedloserchick

From: @babyish14

The sun shone brightly through the window as Barry watched the slumbering form next to him. He had awoken earlier and sped through his shower to return and watch her sleep.

The light partially cast itself on his wife’s face and illuminated the curls of her hair that had slipped through her wrap.  His wife.  It was something he had dreamed about for years and there were days he couldn’t believe it was their reality. He continued to watch her as she cuddled into the warmth of the blankets and his body. The light growl from his stomach broke his gaze and prompted him to cook breakfast on this Christmas morning. He rose from the bed and his feet lightly tapped across the chilled floor to the kitchenette their cabin provided.

It was the smell of sizzling bacon that woke Iris West-Allen from her well earned slumber. She was surprised, but glad when Barry had them pack and brought them up to this winter retreat as an early Christmas gift. After all the drama of recent weeks, it felt great to get decent amounts of sleep and non-interrupted quality time as a married couple. They planned to spend a few days here and return home on Christmas day.

“Morning, Barry.”

“Morning, Sweetheart. I hope you’re ready for this gourmet breakfast.”

Iris laughed. “From the way it smells, I’m definitely ready.”

As Barry finished cooking their breakfast, Iris began looking through the notifications on her phone.

Dad: Merry Christmas, Baby Girl! See you soon! Love you!

Cecile: Merry Christmas, Iris! I’m excited about your gift lol. Till this afternoon!

Linda: A foot massage after my jogs is what I need! Thank you for the massager! Wishing you and Barry a great first Christmas!

Wally: Can you folks get here so I can open my gifts?

She laughed at the last message. If there’s anything they had in common, it was their impatience for Christmas gifts.

Iris (to Dad): Merry Christmas, Dad! We’ll finish up breakfast and be on our way. Love you! <3

Iris (to Cecile): Merry Christmas to you too Cecile! I’m excited too lol. See you soon!

Iris (to Linda): You’re welcome, girl! And thank you! Have a great Christmas! Can’t wait to see you for New Year’s eve!

Iris (to Wally): Well, Merry Christmas to you too lol. Tell Dad to let you open one gift.

As she placed her phone back on the nightstand, she noticed the flashing red light on the in-room phone. It’s probably just about check-out. She let the message play as she removed the wrap and fingered through her curls.

Good Morning! As expected, we received snow last night and ended up getting about a foot! Due to this, we have been informed that the roads are inaccessible, and cars are to remain off the roads until the plows come in the morning. If you planned on leaving today, your reservation has been automatically extended until tomorrow. The office and dining hall will remain open. Remain safe and contact us if you have any questions. Have a Merry Christmas!

“Well I guess we won’t be heading home,” Barry said as he brought a tray of food over to the bed.

Iris broke off a piece of the French toast. “No, unless we want to leave the car behind,” she stated with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes.

Barry climbed into the bed, laughing at what she was implying he do. “I don’t fancy super speeding in this much snow in the bitter cold.” He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. “I highly doubt you would enjoy it either.”

Iris giggled. “Nope. I’m good, right here under the blankets…with you.” Barry drew himself closer, kissing her now powdered lips. He licked his own taking in the sweet taste of her mouth. “That’s some good French toast.”

“Uh hm.” Iris pressed her lips back upon his before breaking apart to place a forkful of French toast into his mouth.

They continued to sit there together, eating and feeding each other, while the television played in the background.

Once finished, Iris reached over to the side for her phone. “We should call Dad and let him know what’s going on.” Barry nodded, gulping down the last of the juice in the glass. He picked up the tray and moved it onto the counter.

The familiar ring of FaceTime is heard before Cecile’s face popped onto the screen. “Hi Iris. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Cecile! How are you?”

“I’m great. Your dad is in the kitchen working on dinner. You and Barry heading home?” “Not quite.” Joe came lumbering into the screen. “Not quite? You two done got cozy up there?” Barry laughed. “A bit, Joe. We apparently are snowed-in.” Cecile twisted her lips into a sad expression. “Aww. How long are you guys there for?” “At least until tomorrow morning,” Iris responded. “At least you have each other. Going to miss you two.” “I’m going to miss you too, Dad. We’ve never had a Christmas apart.” Joe gave her a sad smile. Barry looked at the screen, scanning the room for a missing voice. “Where’s Wally?” “He went outside. Wanted to enjoy the snow a bit after he terrorized me about opening a gift.” Joe said, his eyebrows raised at Iris. She laughed. “Sorry about that. You know how excited Christmas makes us.” Joe amusingly shook his head. “Oh, I know. Want me to go and get him?” Iris shook her head no. “It’s fine. Just tell him we say hi.” Cecile smiled. “We will. And we’ll hold off on some gifts until you get here.” Barry laughed. “Sounds like a plan.” Joe spoke. “We’ll let him, and the rest of the team know what’s going on. Love you both.” “Love you,” Barry and Iris said simultaneously. “Bye. Talk to you soon.” “Enjoy your first Christmas,” Cecile responded before ending the call. “We will,” Iris said with a smile as the screen faded to black. Barry looked towards Iris. “That was nice.” He paused rubbing a hand across the back of her head. “Are you sure you’re ok with a Christmas away from your dad?” “Yeah, I am. It’s weird, but I’ve got you.” Barry smiled, and she stretched her arms over her shoulder. “I think I’m going to go and get a shower.” “I’ll clean up while you’re in there.” She nodded and headed to the bathroom closing the door behind.

The speedster set to work in the kitchen cleaning all the pots and dishes they had used this morning and last night.

If you’re still looking for a gift…

It was this blurb from the news that reminded Barry he didn’t have a gift for Iris. The likelihood that she had a gift for him was slim, considering their gifts should have been at home, but ever since they were kids, he always had a gift for her.

He began looking through his backpack in search of something he could turn into a gift. It was spotted in an empty notebook he had yet to use for notes.

Stealing a quick glance at the bathroom door to ensure it was still closed, Barry began to create his gift. He swiftly flipped through the pages, writing and sketching, careful to detail even while using his speed. The shower nozzle turned off as he finished lightly drawing on the notebook’s cover.

Barry flashed to the backpack hiding the notebook in the last zipper. When she set foot out of the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the channels on the TV.

“I was thinking we could lay in bed and watch some Christmas movies. This Christmas is on.”

She climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around Barry’s neck. “I’m always here for a little Loretta Devine.”

He laughed. “I know.”

“And don’t forget Idris Elba.”

Barry turned towards her in mock offense. It was Iris’s turn to laugh. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He climbed further back into bed, pulling her back with him.

For the next few hours they laid together, watching movies, occasionally being interrupted by a message from a friend or loved one.

It was as they watched Ralphie come down the stairs in a pink bunny outfit, the TV lost power along with the lights in the room.

Iris exhaled. “And now we have no power.”

Barry nodded and ran a hand down her head, entrancing himself with her locks.

“I left some candles in the car. There’s also a flashlight or two.”

Her husband climbed out of bed. “I’ll go and get them.”

As strange as it was being away from their family and friends, Iris had to admit it was nice spending their first Christmas as husband and wife alone. It might have seemed inconvenient, but being snowed-in may have been a blessing in disguise.

Iris followed Barry to the door, putting on her coat and boots. Barry took her scarf off the chair, wrapped it around her neck, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Before he could put on his own, she took it from his hand, and repeated the same actions he had done moments ago. As the warmth from the kiss spread throughout his body, Barry headed out the door to the car.

Iris followed behind, grabbed her gloves off the table, and watched Barry vibrate the snow off the car. While he grabbed the things left in the trunk, Iris found the portable chargers and placed them within the cabin.

“Barry?” She had yet to see him come in, but the bag of candles and lights were inside the cabin. As she walked back out the door to look for him, she felt snow hit the back of her head.

The reporter whipped around her head to find Barry smiling mischievously with another snowball in his hand.

“Nooo!” she yelled out playfully, attempting to avoid the next one as it hit the side of her face.

“Move faster!” he yelled out.

“No fair,” Iris yelled back to the speedster using his power to his advantage. She quickly attempted to gather a few snowballs of her own.

For the next several minutes, the couple engaged in a snowball fight as if they were young kids. After being outnumbered by Barry several times, Iris finally found him giggling behind some bushes. She approached from behind, threw the snowball and tackled him to the ground before he could form another.

He rolled himself on top of her and connected his lip with hers. The kiss lasted several seconds before both of their eyes flickered open. Iris pushed Barry off her and moved her hands in an up and down motion in the snow.

Barry kneeled in the snow, watching her build the snow angel, all the while thinking about how true of angel she was herself.

He eventually laid down and started moving his arms in the snow, making an angel of his own when a growl came from his stomach.

“That’s what you get for using your speed to attack me.” Iris sat up, dusting some snow away from her hair.

Barry stood, offering a hand to Iris. “I’ll head to the dining hall and you can head in to get warm.”

She took his hand. “Get a little of everything.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They kissed before Barry trudged out into the snow.

Iris knocked off her boots before heading inside. Momentarily forgetting about the power, she nearly tripped in the darkness.

The team leader fished around in her pocket for her phone using its flashlight to light the candles and the fireplace.

She peels off her wet clothes and changes into a pair of leggings and one of Barry’s shirts. When he was stuck in the speed force, it was the one thing that kept her close to him. The scent of him could always bring her comfort.

Six months ago, she couldn’t have imagined they would be here. It might have also been the reason she went a little overboard with gifts. Gifts. All their gifts were at home.

Barry wouldn’t mind until they got home, but she decided to show him a few of his gifts on her phone. Iris headed over to the nightstand to grab her phone, when she noticed the blank notepad and a pen.

The creative wheels of her head started turning and she quickly laid blankets on the floor next to the fireplace.

Iris looked back at the door to ensure that Barry had yet to return and set to work on her gift idea.

Barry returned to a room only lit by the warmth and light of the fireplace. Blankets were carefully strewn across the floor and the air had the mixed smell of spruce and cinnamon. Iris sat near the fireplace running her fingers through her hair to help dry it from the snow.

He came and sat the basket of food down on the blankets.

“I thought we could have a picnic.”

Barry smiled. “Sounds great.” He reached inside the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine. “I bought it at the front desk as a finishing touch to our day.”

“Thanks, Baby. I’ll grab the glasses.” As she fished them out of the cabinet, Barry spied the notepad on the floor. He held it up for her to see.

“What’s this?”

She blushed, returning with the glasses and setting them on the ground. “I know we didn’t have any gifts, so I made you a little something.”

He started to flip through it and read them aloud. “A voucher for a back massage and foot rub.” He flipped to the next one. “A voucher for your favorite Grandma Esther meal-it’s the chicken one.”

Iris laughed. “I know.” Barry continued flipping through the pages and she continued. “It’s a Love Voucher Book. Redeem them as you like.”

“Can I combine these?”

Iris placed a hand over her mouth, her body shaking from laughter. “Yes, Dear. They are.”

Barry laughed along with her. “Thank you. I actually made you something as well.”

He sped over and retrieved it from his backpack. “It’s a Passport to Love. We’ve talked about traveling and I figured this is a way we could check them off.”

“This is wonderful, Barry. Thank you.” She flipped through them as he poured each of them a glass of wine.

“A passport for a date in Paris. Now, this is one I’m looking forward to.”

Barry smiled. “Anything to make you happy.”

They clinked their glasses in a toast. Barry spoke, brushing a hand across his love’s cheek. “To our first Christmas.” Iris blushed at his touch and smiled. “Our first Christmas.”