Run Barry, Run

[ofscarllet]

coldnofeelings replied to your post: -slides in the moment he can get- hey there ~ ( ͡°...

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aahhh hello hello <3

[ofscarllet]

-slides in the moment he can get- hey there ~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

arches a brow, well, a sight for sore eyes, “Hey there, you weirdo.”

[ofscarllet]

@ofcoldguns

Barry smiled, made his way over to him and gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “It wasn’t too bad, both jobs were pretty quiet today, which surprises me more than anything else.” It did make Barry worry slightly. Maybe he’d just gotten use to there always being a spot of trouble here and there.

[bumbleshark]

are you a “hold my drink” person, or do you chug it before doing somethin wild

[ofscarllet]

coldnofeelings‌:

Nobody TOLD him, the thief had to find out all on his own that his ex had returned. The months that lead up to this moment, he’s done what he could from afar. Making his own operations with the skills he has && the criminal world he knows like the back of his own HAND. But not even blackmailing Amunet got him what he WANTED in the end && the fact that nobody from Barry’s little team of nerds had approached him with any news, just made him turn away from them completely.

If he can’t even TRUST Cisco or Caitlin to give him a word, he doesn’t have time to beat around the bush. Never was one to do that in the first place. So what did he do? He broke into STAR LABS && spoke with his good friend Gideon 2.0. Wished it was a happy reunion but he was there for one thing && one thing only. To get dirt on what’s been happening these last few months && oh did he find what he was searching for.

He’s still furious about it but he bid his TIME. Making the team believe they were still keeping him in the dark. Had to play the part. The only thing he didn’t know was that Barry has been here for a long time. Without running back to him or nothing. Not a single word. Then it dawned upon him. Barry didn’t want to see him. Snart was hurt, BETRAYED in a way but he left well enough alone because he knew that if Barry wanted to see him, he would’ve done so ALREADY. The fact that he DIDN’T just told him that he’s not as important as he thought he was. Wasn’t even given the decency of the time of day.

He knew Scarlet was avoiding him && as ever, the thief didn’t do well with the lack of attention but he accepted disappointments. He’s done so for years. Then Barry finally approached him. It was as he was leaving a coffee shop in broad day light, doing his own thing. MOVING ON. He agreed that he’d listen to the brat. See what he has to say. Would he be forgiven? time could only tell. Brows knit together, feelings a little hurt but he’s not going to let a living soul know that. DISAPPOINTMENT in Barry shakes his very core. There was just something about someone confirming what he already knew that really kicked him off his game.

“Why were you AVOIDING me?”

And just like that, his heart immediately dropped. A pang in his chest && it wasn’t a nice sensation to experience. For MONTHS, he said, Snart could’ve done well without this reminder. He thought it was only a month, come to find out it’s been far longer than that.

“RELAX, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Ironic, seeing as he was the only one that was hurting right now. The walls he’s built up over the years were now starting to FREEZE over ever taller again. To PROTECT HIMSELF. Barry has done enough damage as it is. Claims were made. Love at the tip of both their tongues before he lost the other to the speedforce but now he knows whatever LOVE Barry felt towards him were nothing but lies when his actions of not returning to him spoke of the opposite. Snart starts to DETACH. It’s the only way he knows how to cope.

“So you thought making me a birthday cake would butter me up to forgive you? Sorry to say, it WON’T.” finger points directly at the younger man as he enforces, ”You chose to not come back, that’s on YOU.” 

Gaze drops to the birthday cake that he assumes was meant for himself but he was still bitter about life. Of what Barry has made him live with for the past few months. Eyeing the other up && down with disapproval.

“You can take that cake home && eat it, i’ve already lost my appetite.” 

&& with that, the thief starts for the door. The kid could sure flash speed in front of him or pin him because that’s the ONLY way he’ll stand being in the same room with his ex. He’s tired of being played with because that’s all Scarlet’s been doing all this time, right? Taking him for a FOOL. Thinking all would be forgiven. Snart has no problem reminding Barry of just how COLD he can be, if he’s forgotten.

This was not going how he planned. No. That’s not true. Actually, this was going exactly as he feared, when he finally had a clear mind, when he was finally told how much time had passed. When he fully realized it all, the speedster was not blind to the type of main he had fallen in love with, was still in love with. 

“I don’t KNOW why I made the cake-- I just! It felt like I SHOULD! Len, you don’t understand when I came back, something was WRONG with me. I don’t even know what was wrong, they showed be videos, I had to be in a cell because I couldn’t...” Couldn’t what? He doesn’t even know. The older could push him away, could damn him, could HIT him for all that Barry cared. But he DESERVED to know the truth. Le- Snart might not want him anymore, a harsh reality, a heavy weight in his chest, and tears ready to come. Damn it, he was always so emotional.

How did anyone deal with him was a wonder.

He continues to block the escape, he remained silent for a few moments, then he meets those icy eyes. And how FAMILIAR they were, cold, cut off.... he really lost him, hadn’t he? All because he was scared, ashamed about--

Barry winced, a sharp pain at his temple, groans and held his head. Such a loud ringing! Make it stop, he needed... he needed to fix things, he needed to tell Len what he knew, what he deserved. It was... it was important! He... he.... wait...

“It’s...It IS your birthday, why...why didn’t I remember that?” the soft mutter, Barry wouldn’t forget something like that, no matter what, he’d remember it! He WOULD! So... so why? He glanced down at his feet, then back up, around the room, and it’s LOUDER. Caitlin... Caitlin said sometimes he had episodes, but the speedster was never aware of them afterwards. Was this-- was he going to forget again? 

Ow-!

Quiet. He straightens, a bit wobbly, but remained planted. “...You sister was safe... why did you kill him?” The words were from back then, Barry remembers, he sees it so clearly. He looked at Len, yet he want’s at the same time. “I saw this bear, and thought of you...” They’re soft and gentle and distant.

Lips pursed, if Snart wanted, the older could easily push him aside. Barry wouldn’t blame him at all. There was a moment of clarity in that mess, and he recalls vividly, had witness the cold look, he was upset... he pushed Barry out, and Barry probably deserved it. But.. but--! Shakes his head again, the noise needed to stop, he needs, needs it stop. “It’s Cold, cold... cold as a diamond,” he chuckles and it’s a small smile at first that melts into a confused frown.

“I...” he was... saying something, what was he saying? “I...the cake... it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday.” Another shake, eyes screwed shut, damn it, that headache was there again. No, he should have stayed away, he’s damaged goods, and Len... Len shouldn’t deal with this.

[ofscarllet]

coldnofeelings‌:

It’s been for over half a year since he saw that cute face. Well, last week but that was only in his dreams. Believe him when he says, he’s been paying ATTENTION. Can’t really forget the way in which Barry left him, it wasn’t exactly a happy separation with those words falling past those lips as he WATCHED his boyfriend disappear into the speedforce. It’s selfish of him to not forgive Barry for that && he owns it. But he’s different now. Well .. Not by much, he still causes a ruckus every where he steals but he was more HUMBLE. It’s funny what a couple of months can do to someone who’s lost someone dare he say important to him. Snart lets out an amused huff from his nose, thinking to himself out loud. The good ol old man jokes. He’s missed em. 

“Is that WHY you came back. To see how much more salt && pepper I’ve gotten?” 

It was more of him convincing himself so sure of it than actually asking Scarlet a question. He would’ve DEMANDED answers by now but things have changed. Leonard Snart is COLD, calculated, nothing ever PHASED him but now here the scarlet speedster is making him feel things he thought he’d never FEEL again. Trying to keep his chill, Snart meets his exes face again && while doing so, he repeats that question to himself. Did he miss him? Yes, if only to rough him up for ever leaving him in the first place.

“…Depends. WHEN did you come back? LAST I REMEMBER, you were forever lost to the speedforce, never to return again.”

The bigger question is WHAT were they? Were they together now && if so, what’s to happen now? What, do they just pick up where they left off? It almost felt surreal if it wasn’t for the fact that he was seeing his boyfriend alive && in the flesh. Not really granting himself the physical CONFIRMATION by touching Scarlet. Not just yet anyways. Snart needed time to process this.

It wasn’t his intention to leave, not with so many things left unsaid on his part, and so many emotions that had whirled around him. But. But he had no other choice, and sacrifices were needed. He’d be damned if he let it happen to anyone else. Yes. That was meant to be the last race he ran, the last faces he saw, the last of everything. But-- but he truly shouldn’t have underestimated the motivation of others. Of his friends. Although it did... hurt, to know that Len wasn’t part of any efforts.

Yet, he understood and did not fault him the least. Barry had asked of Len to move on, to move forward and leave the speedster behind. Not for the younger’s sake, but for the older’s own. When he returned, the speedster was a mess, too much of a mess for anyone at first. Iris helped him get back, his best friend grounded him, but there were times when his mind was muddled. Because something lacked, continued to lack.

Till he saw news coverage of Len, and realized that if he remained hidden away. If he avoided, that would hurt both of them, Len surely noticed the Flash’s return in due time. It made his cake, one he spent time on, he actually didn’t use his speed to get this all done, seem rather idiotic. A cake. How could he expect much when he gave so little back? And... did Len even WANT him in his life again? Apart from the usual hero/villain work.

“I...” licked his lips, placed the cake down, and allowed a sigh to escape him. “No, I came back because I was tired of avoiding you. And... I’ve been back for months.” Looked over at him, pushed down the nerves and anxiety. “I got brought back, but I was.... wrong. There was something wrong with me, and I couldn’t--”

His words stop, and another sigh.

[coldnofeelings-archived]

Truth be told, he’s MISSED his favorite speedster. { CONCEAL DON’T FEEL } The kid has been gone too long, now he knows how it feels to be at the receiving end of THAT.

“No sarcasm here .. Is that cake for me? It IS my birthday, you know. Don’t tell me you FORGOT.”

[ofscarllet]

They haven’t spoken or seen each other in what seemed like months, mostly by Barry’s own actions, but he still missed the older. Every day. But now he had time, and a chance to spend with him. Haha, how cheesy, and accurate.

“Hm... I guess I happened to remember someone turning old,” placed down the cake, scooped a bit of icing on the tip of his finger. And shrugged nonchalantly as he licked it clean. “Hm, almost sounds like you’re looking forward to it. Did ya miss me?”

[pfletcher]

[ofscarllet]

ofcoldguns·:

Leo barely had time to react to the actual betrayal considering just how fast he’d turned on him before he was screaming in pain as his wrist collided with the wall. He was almost certain that it was broken just going by the sickening crack he’d heard. Struggling against the hold was absolutely out of the question since every attempt to move his arm caused unbearable pain to shoot through out his arm. He had no choice but to stay in place. Anger, confusion, hurt, and betrayal all swirled inside of him as he continued to try to register what was going on. He had no idea why Barry would turn against him like that, they were friends or at least that’s what he thought.

“Barry, what the hell is going on?” he hissed, trying to power through the pain the best he could. Everything was happening so fast he hadn’t considered the possibility that maybe this wasn’t even the Barry he’d met before. How did he know that this wasn’t some Barry from a completely other earth or if it was even a version of Barry at all. 

A soft hum comes from the speedster, keeping the older male pinned against the wall. And even playfully grips tighter-- to cause him pain. “My name’s not Barry, dear Leo, you see I’m called Savitar, and I’m not as sweet as that idiot.” He hated being called by that name, hated the name said man it belonged to. There’s many things he could do, keeping the other from reaching that pesky gun being the main idea. Despite how fast he can run, the cold was still a problem for him. “Truthfully? I was bored, and I felt like playing around, bothering Barry and his pet Cold gets redundant after awhile. And their disgusting romantics are enough to make anyone want to vomit.”

[ofscarllet]

chosexearth·:

ˢ ⑉ For a long time, it had been Supergirl’s motto – if the ‘villain’ could be saved, they’d be saved. She absolutely refused to be as Oliver Queen had been at the start of his time as a hero, killing without much of a second thought. It simply wasn’t in her to murder anyone, not unless there were absolutely no other options. So far, minus the invasion of the Daxamites and Mon-El’s mother, the Kryptonian had managed to always find another way… and the exception continued to haunt her even months after it had happened. The city had been better off for it, even if her sacrifice had shattered her heart.

     At Barry’s words, the blonde sighed softly. “All your hard work would be better put toward helping the people of this city, Barry. Do you even realize what you’re really capable of?” she asked, sincerity audible in her voice as she took a daring step toward him. For what it was worth, despite Alex’s warning in her ear, Kara knew that at the current proximity, she was safe – speedsters, after all, needed space to pick up speed, to throw lightning, to run up walls… and she wasn’t about to give him the opportunity.

     “For what its worth, out of every person I fought since I became Supergirl, you’re the one that I think has the biggest heart. I can see it in your eyes, Barry, the same spark that has always been in mine. You want to protect this city, her people… and when it really comes down to it, I know you’ll make the right decision to be on the side of good.” Still, Barry Allen wouldn’t surrender so easily – and even throughout her speech, she hadn’t let her guard down. “Now, I’m going to give you one more chance. Hand me those diamonds and I’ll take you to the DEO, help you drop your charges, give you a new purpose…” Or she’d take him there in handcuffs, whatever he decided. Cerulean-blue eyes, bright as comets, caught his in an unwavering gaze. “Your past doesn’t make you, Barry… your choices do.”

    She’s done this more than once, each time they’ve crossed pass similar words had left her mouth. And each time the speedster would shrug them off, never understood why Supergirl was so caught up in trying to ‘save him’. Barry wasn’t even sure what she meant by that? Save him from those wicked ways of stealing and causing mischief? Surely, the superhero would have more important things to worry about, considering the last few things that have shown up around here. Like the Daxamites. Obviously a bigger threat. 

   His hazel eyes watched her movements, her words might be sweet and attempting to be convincing. But he knows, theoretically, he’s cornered at the moment. This was to her advantage. Much to the thief’s annoyance. “You really should give this a rest, Supergirl,” he chimes, shrugging his shoulders as he played with the strings of the bag. “I don’t want to join your little group, I don’t need to be a hero like you, nor do I have to if I feel like doing some ‘good deeds’.” 

   Eyes narrowed, “I refuse to be chained down, nor do I need anyone to give me a purpose, Supergirl. I’m happy with who I am, I’m not perfect, I’m a criminal, but hey at least I’m not a total asshole.” He takes slow steps backwards till his back reached the wall. Bu he does have a question, one that kept swimming around in his mind each time they exchanged words with one another. “...Why are you so motivated to do this? Each time, don’t you get tired?”

[ofscarllet]

-hands on hips- "How much candy did you have, exactly?"

Barry picks at the food displayed before him, there was no interest in his motions as he moved the food around his plate. “....A lot...” was his miserable answer, having eaten far too much candy and it spoiled his appetite. A shame. Considering this was really good food and he liked food. And needed food. Food that wasn’t covered in chocolate, sprinkles, marshmallows, and what other sugary things that covered it. “I think...” his yes glanced over at the large ( way too large ) bowl that had been filled with candy and sweets. Now it was all wrappers.

Makes a pathetic sound.

“I ate the three bowls we had....” pushes the plate away. “I never want to eat another chocolate bar again.”

@coldnofeelings

[ofscarllet]

‘ what happened? i don’t know what hap… i blacked out. ’

( * &. ━  NEW GIRL SENTENCE STARTERS

Relief washes over him, Barry had been concerned when Hal was knocked, but couldn’t reach him-- had to deal with the villain at the time. Thankfully it had been resolved fairly quickly, and the speedster was able to bring Hal to the Justice Tower to make sure there was nothing broken, once given the all clear-- Barry brought him back home. Better than just pacing back and forth as he waited for Hal to wake up. 

“We took care of it, and don’t worry-- nothing’s broken. But you are a little bruise.” A soft smile, “I recommend you rest for now, I know how much you completely hate that.”

@spacecop

[ofscarllet]

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

He let’s out a small huff, she was right, he couldn’t exactly be seen kissing a random civilian as far as the rest of Central City was concerned. Even if he did just want to give her a brief kiss, relieved that Felicity was out of harm’s way. But such is the problems of the super hero life, right? The slight pout turned into a cheeky smile and a wink soon after. Barry doesn’t offer much explanation, other than the trail of lightning left behind as he raced away to the eyes of everyone else.

Barry stumbles out from the crowd and offers her a genuine smile. Publicly, they couldn’t exactly annoyance their relationship. For many reasons. The brunet's  main concern being her safety. 

“Hey, sorry about that,” he supplied with a gentle tone, reaching for the blond’s hand and pulled her closer. Pressing her lips softly against her’s and letting their foreheads rest against each other. “But you know how things go... are you okay?”

@smoakiism

[ofscarllet]

"Hey there, Bambi." -snarks sarcastically-

He pauses.

Did Barry just hear him right?

Ugh. 

How is he remotely similar to a deer?

Bambi. An exasperated sigh leaves him, the speedster wasn’t sure how he even remotely resembles Bambi. Granted, he’s not great on ice, but the speedster was pretty sure a fair amount of people weren’t either. “For real? Well what does that make you? My hunter or something?” arches a brow and smirks playfully. “Are you going to eat me up and should I start running?” Man, that sounded way too cheesy, even for him, but considering that seems to be how they work. Not that surprising. ... and not as bad as some of the older’s puns. 

@coldnofeelings

[ofscarllet]

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[greelin]

another day of being a bisexual disaster

[ofscarllet]

‘ i’ll always take care of you. ‘

☾ HOCUS   POCUS     ( 1993 )   SENTENCE    PROMPTS   .

“You can’t take care of me all the time, Len.”

A conversation they’ve had more than once, like a reoccurring theme between them with both of their reckless behavior. Barry’s more so than Len’s. The older tended to take calculated risks. While the speedster would do the math, and if the plan didn’t work– he’ll put himself through hell to save people without regards to his own well being. Stress he puts on the older, unfair of him, it’s difficult to change his ways. Hero complex? Not as simple as that, unfortunately.

“You know that… I can’t put that much pressure on you, babe.”

@ofcoldguns