Meaner Than Your Demons

themaninthelightning:

“You’ll come to find that forgiveness often comes with understanding,” Eobard countered. His movements were slow and controlled, as he closed the distance between them, knocked it down to two feet, then one. “I’m here to ask you, again, how you were affected by the explosion of my particle accelerator.”

“Well, that may never happen.” He huffed, taking a few steps away from his foe. ‘Stay away from me.’ was all Cisco could think as the space between them grew smaller and smaller. “What’s it to you?” Cisco knew well he could touch the man and vibe from him, but he didn’t want anything to do with the man, whether he was from this timeline or not.

verylastgrayson:

“As long as you can stitch me up, I don’t care if you have a diploma. I’d do it myself but I need to get back quickly and my hand is throbbing, so someone else will have to do, and that someone is you.”

“Okay, come on. Let me find my first aid kit.” Cisco said, unlocking his door and leaving it open for the man.

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lisa-snart:

Lisa smiled at his approach and captured his face. “I’m fine, I promise. You didn’t hurt me.” she assured him. “But your bathroom mirror may hold a grudge.”

“I don’t know what you have but I’m sure I can figure out something. You know what you have, so tell me what you want and I’ll make it. This is a one time deal though, I don’t bust out my culinary skills for just anyone.”

“How about some good ‘ole pancakes and bacon? I think I have stuff for that.” He said, peeking his head into the bathroom to see the damage he’d done. “Wow, yeah. I gotta start strapping myself down at night or something,” He giggled.

lying in an alleyway | open

lisa-snart:

Lisa smiled gently at him, ears ringing from his holler. She couldn’t help but tell him the truth. “By weird do you mean your PTSD night terrors OR the fact you’re a meta?” she asked, still wincing from his shout.

She came back to the bed, sitting near him she reached out and stroked his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me. Promise. And if you want, I’ll make some breakfast.” 

“Wait, what?” He said, sitting up in the bed. “What exactly happened? What did I do, Lisa.” He got up and approached his friend. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Breakfast would be…nice.” He smiled.

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