Cisco backup

poisonousisley:

It always amused Pamela that she could end a life with something so simple as a kiss. A lack-wit hired gun, it was almost offensive, really, that whoever wanted to kill her didn’t even have the sense to hire someone decent. He had revealed his payment came from Gotham, nothing else, so it didn’t exactly narrow down the possibilities. For every friend one made in Gotham, they made two enemies, and loyalties rarely stayed concrete. Dropping his now lifeless body to the ground of the alley, her eyes flickered up as she sensed someone nearby. “It’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“It’s also rude to kill people.” Cisco said, stepping from the shadows. His vibe goggles glowed a brilliant blue, and his hair was tied back with a hood shadowing his face. This was his superhero alterego for now, until he could fashion himself a suit. “I do hope you had a valid reason for killing that man, or else I might have to bring you in.”

enigmaticinventor:

Harrison lowered his gun and rolled his eyes. “What are you
talking about Crisco? This is an
outpost of Star labs, I’m allowed to be here.” He knows who he is, he’s heard
of him and seen him before but they’ve never actually formally met.

“I didn’t ask why you were here, in this specific place, I asked what you were doing this late at night.” Cisco asked in his deeper, more accented voice he used for his alterego. He ignored the Crisco comment, he was called that more than enough times in his lifetime. “How do you know who I am?”

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

“You need something to take your mind off of him. C’mon. If you don’t want to leave your apartment then let’s get drunk here. Invite your friends. Invite ex girlfriends. Invite people who love you and let’s all drown our sorrows and keep your mind off of the other guy.”

“No. I don’t want people over, Vi. I just want to wallow in my sadness.” I just want the darkness to take over. I want to be emotionless again. The afterthought crossed his mind and Cisco pushed his face in the pillow as if he could wipe away the thought. “Let’s just turn on tv and veg out forever.” He said, muffled by the fluff.

Fading Light {Cisco, Len, Lisa}

frost-master:

Len had gotten better at tracking the cool spot Lisa seemed to leave in her wake. He thought she might be by the bed, but he wasn’t sure where. “I just want to get you some help,” Len said. He rubbed his head. “Ok, Cisco. Do whatever it is you do, please.”

@fransciscoramon @lisaisgolden

Cisco was nervous. He took a few steps forward, before raising his hand as he continued toward the bed where Lisa’s body lay. He sat on the edge of the bed and dropped his hand to take hold of hers as the vibe hit him like a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes as the events of his episode came rushing back to him in seconds, but he found the will to push that aside to find out where Lisa really was. “Lisa?” He said in his mind, hoping to reach out to the woman. “I know you’re pissed at me. I was an asshole. In my defense, that wasn’t me. Well, it was, but I wasn’t conscious of what I was doing. Something else took over.” He looked around the room he stood in within the vibe, and it was empty. “Lisa? Please, talk to me.”

@frost-master @lisaisgolden

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

“Just because there’s pictures of you two standing next to each other doesn’t mean you two were making out behind a plant.” She stopped. “I mean… You weren’t, right? Because I was spying on you for most of the night just in case the bastard was going to try anything and I never saw any visits to a broom closet but at one point Barry looked really cute in his little tux and we had champagne and I had like 3 glasses and we danced and it was cute and then the attack happened so theoretically you could have done something scandalous in that time.” Violet wrapped the blanket securely around Cisco’s little ball of agony and rubbed his back. “You wanna get drunk? We could go to a bar and you could pick up a chick and get laid and that’ll wipe that asswipe off of your radar completely. Or you could pick up a dude. Either one. But probably the chick is safer. Yeah, I’d stick with the hetero side for now. It’ll be nice. Or like, wow, I was going to suggest calling Lisa but she’s like in a coma right now so clearly she isn’t available for some distraction. Wasn’t there another girl that you had a fling with? Let’s get you a rebound, brother dear.”

“I don’t. Wanna. Talk. About. It.” Cisco whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t wanna think about the gala. I don’t wanna talk about Hart right now. I don’t want to leave my apartment. I don’t need a rebound, Vi. I just need him.”

Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

“You two were sneaky at the Gala. People were sending you anonymous messages to annoy you into admitting something. There was no proof. But clearly you two weren’t meant to be if he dumped you over something as sensitive as that. He should know better than anyone about coming out to parents. I just can’t believe he dumped you, Cisco.” Violet sighed, rubbing Cisco’s arm soothingly. “You’ll find someone even better, I know it. You deserve so much better.”

“Apparently not sneak enough. I know there are pictures out there.” Cisco said burying his face in the blanket. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” He huffed, drawing his legs close so he was curled in a ball. “I just want to forget it all happened.”

legends-of-today:

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Sister to the rescue

notpurple-violet:

Violet furrowed her brow. “He dumped you just because you’re not ready to tell your mom and our dad? That’s bullshit. That’s literally horrible. He can’t just do that to you.” Violet stroked Cisco’s forehead. “You shouldn’t have to be forced to be outed. That’s not healthy. You’re better off without him.”

“I also can’t hide forever. I’ve already been outed to some people. I’ve been getting anonymous messages and letters about Hart and me at the Gala. People know, but our family hardly keeps up with tabloids.” Cisco shrugged, pulling his arms in closer to his chest. “I think we rushed into it, anyway. It’s better that we went our separate ways.” His voice cracked as he choked back tears. “It’s okay.”

whitecanary-lance:

“You’re not alone,” she motioned for him to sit closer to her. “You standing around is making me tired. Move your ass and sit down.” Sara knew deep in her heart that she’d have to remedy the man before her. She would always care for him, deeper than she thought she could for another person.

“I don’t think anybody trusts me anymore, Sar. Hell, I don’t even trust myself. I’ve comtemplated locking myself up in the pipeline again so I don’t fall back into the darkness.” He said, plopping down next to the woman. “I used to see a light at the end of the tunnel, and now it’s just dark. It’s like something is blocking the light.”

Heroes Have Bills To Pay, Too.

taste-themace:

Kendra seemed genuinely surprised by his revelations; probably because she was. Cisco was one of the best people she knew. The very notion that he could ‘royally screw up’ was absurd. She reached across the table and placed her hand on his arm in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture. “What do you mean?” she inquired. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… It seems like, if you did screw up, you’ve more than made up for it. You’ve helped a lot of people, Cisco.”

“I’ve helped a lot, yeah. That’s far in the past, though. This all happened recently.” He trailed, taking a sip from his coffee. “There is this- this darkness, that threatens to take over my being with each time I use my powers. I think it’s a drawback of discovering my powers so late in combination of having daily nightmares about my death in an alternate timeline that Barry changed. Because of those nightmares I’m not sleeping and with lack of sleep, well, you probably know what happens to a person when they don’t get proper sleep.” He said, twirling a finger near his temple. “I haven’t gotten more than an hour to three hours a sleep a night since everything happened. It’s really wearing down on my mental state, which caused me to go off the grid. Rogue. Whatever you want to call it. I don’t remember anything that happened, and apparently I destroyed a lot, I hurt a lot of people, and I’ve killed people.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “The worst part is that I’ll probably never remember all of it. I’ll never find out who I killed, if they have families, or how I can help. I can’t show them my face, because it wasn’t my face they saw. They saw a latino man with blue glowing sunglasses on in the shadows. That wasn’t me. It was Vibe. A terrible redition of him, too. Because this Vibe-” He said, getsturing to himself. “Just wants to help, not hurt.”