#ciscowells

[lookingforeudamon]

What I liked the most of the 4x23?

Harrisco hug.

Harry quoted Spirk.

Cisco saying he is “one of a kind”.

Harry saying “I love you too”.

...One more thing

Another Harrisco hug.

MAKE THIS SHIP HAPPEN, WE NEED THIS. WE DESERVE THIS.

[lookingforeudamon]

I’m bored seeing Iris like the boss of StarLab. She is no scientist, has not three master, she is not a psysician, has not superpowers and still she orders to others what to do. JUST STOP IT. 

[lookingforeudamon]

So in "The Flash" 3x11, Cisco is ready to face Gipsy to save HR. Cisco faces her and saves him by the law of his earth. And I'm dying in the feels, and I don't see so much stuff in Tumblr about this two dorks. But I ship it, they give me so much feels and they are adorables. And this episode gave me life... *Cries fangirling*

[allourheroes]

“I started taking these yoga courses to chill out and get in touch with my inner peace or whatever the fuck, but i keep getting in trouble because instead of closing my eyes during the poses I’m just looking at the cute instructor” Cisco x Wells

I’m running fast and loose with the prompt, but the basics are there. Total, total, total AU.

~700 words.

The instructor is far older and more...male than Cisco expects. This man must be in his fifties, white, and, well, kind of scrawny.

At first, Cisco can’t take him seriously. He had shown up for the class--without any prodding or persuasion, just FYI--and thought, “Hey, why is that guy talking to the instructor?” And then...the girl walked to her mat and the man introduced himself.

“Alright, everyone. Welcome to yoga. I’m Harry.” And he had smiled at each and every person, Cisco included, with a simple turn of his head. And he took them all through an intense hour of beginner’s yoga.

Cisco wanted to laugh at the guy. I mean, way too enthusiastic about everything. And his laugh? Who laughs like that?

It was just... It was weird, okay? And so Cisco went back.

And then he went back again. And now he’s back. Again. Again. Again. And then they’re supposed to be closing their eyes: breathe in, slowly breathe out, blah, blah, blah. But Cisco can’t keep his eyes closed for some reason. This guy, Harry, is... Well, Cisco can’t stop looking at him, okay? The guy’s...flexible. Especially for an old guy.

“Remember to keep your eyes closed, focus on your breathing, on what you want to achieve.” Cisco drags his eyes from Harry’s backside to find Harry’s gaze on him in the mirror.

Cisco loses balance, but luckily he doesn’t fall onto the other students. He’s able to, with less grace than he’d hoped, fold back into child’s pose. This time, eyes closed and forehead pressed to the mat, he’s really not looking at Harry. He’s just wondering fervently if Harry is still looking at him.

All Cisco can hear, however, is the pounding of his heartbeat, so it’s a bit of a shock when he feels a tap to his shoulder.

“Class’s over,” and it’s Harry, of course.

Cisco lifts his head, realizes Harry is crouched in front of him, drops his head back down, and quickly shuffles to his feet. Or tries to. In the process, he knocks into Harry and then he falls over.

On top of Harry.

Cisco is going to die...but maybe dying on top of his--okay, okay, he has to admit it--hot yoga instructor isn’t the worst way to go.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” It seems like the only word he knows. Maybe it is, because he says it again.

And Harry laughs that charming, kinda goofy laugh of his and Cisco realizes that he’s still on top of him.

Yep. He might crush Harry a little bit in his haste to get off of him, but at least he gets off. Not...not like that. He doesn’t get off with Harry, he just--

“Perhaps you need more work on your balance.”

Cisco nods. “Yeah. Totally. That’s, uh. That’s part of why I’m here.” He has enough sense to offer Harry a hand even though he feels like he should stop touching his instructor right now immediately. “Again, sorry, Harry.”

“It’s alright. Don’t go into physical fitness if you can’t accept falling down every once in a while.”

“God, you’re so weird.”

“What was that now?”

Cisco squeezes his eyes shut. “I meant. Like. You’re weird. Uh. No! No, I mean. That’s...that’s such a weird thing to say?”

Harry laughs again, lighter this time, and not nearly as incredulous as it ought to be. “Then what would be a normal thing to say?”

Cisco’s brain fries for a moment and he tries to think of something. What do normal people say? “Like...like, ‘Hey, wanna go out for coffee?’” Oh, god. What just came out of his mouth. That was just supposed to be an example of things normal people say. Cisco is not normal people, Cisco is--

“Love to,” Harry says, and Cisco manages to look at him.

Mouth gaping, Cisco tries to find his way back to the talking thing. “Oh-- Oka-- Yeah. Uh. Jitters?”

“Are you sure you’re not too jittery already?”

“Touché.” Cisco glances around. People have begun filing in for the next class and loud, high-energy music starts playing from the speakers. “Now?” he says-shouts to be heard over the music.

“Sounds great.”

And that’s how Cisco ended up dating his yoga instructor. (Which, by the way, had some added benefits because...Cisco ended up dating his yoga instructor.)

[lioncourte]

fic aesthetics ; [ string theory ] → cisco ramon / eobard thawne     23,000 words, written by pepperprints

“I’m not asking to follow you out of here,” he clarifies. “You, Cisco, are capable of something beautiful -- you have the infinite scope of the universe at your fingertips… and I only ask to be returned where I belong.

[skalidra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison Wells Additional Tags: Co-Written, Past Abuse, Developing Relationship, BDSM, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Objectively, Cisco knows that the two people he's known named 'Harrison Wells' are completely different, apart from looks. Especially since one of them was, in fact, actually a homicidal speedster from a distant future that was only ever masquerading as 'Harrison Wells.' But sometimes the two get mixed up in his head, and the worst part is that he's not sure whether he actually wants Harry to respond like Harrison would have, or whether that would hit far too close to home.

Harrison expects that to be the end of it, really. Cisco Ramon is not in any way his responsibility, and he’d washed his hands of whatever the hell Cisco had been trying to pull.

He could still hear the surprise and dismay in Cisco’s voice, the accusing “You played me,” echoing when he tries to feel smug about tricking him into the nap.

The fact was, he had, but he’d been fresh out of alternatives at the time; desperate to make Cisco feel safe again and equally desperate not to compromise his own morals. It had made sense, except that Cisco had not wanted it, and what Cisco wanted was important.

What Cisco wanted was impossible.

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[sorceressofangst]

Reversevibe Prompts

Hey friends,

I don’t usually ask for prompts since I take forever to complete anything, but I am in the mood to write reversevibe and I am hoping for a few ideas. 

I’ll write pretty much anything for the pairing with the exception of watersports and hardcore BDSM, So send me some ideas, please! I need inspiration!

[skalidra]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon/Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison Wells Additional Tags: Co-Written, Past Abuse, Developing Relationship, BDSM, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Objectively, Cisco knows that the two people he's known named 'Harrison Wells' are completely different, apart from looks. Especially since one of them was, in fact, actually a homicidal speedster from a distant future that was only ever masquerading as 'Harrison Wells.' But sometimes the two get mixed up in his head, and the worst part is that he's not sure whether he actually wants Harry to respond like Harrison would have, or whether that would hit far too close to home.

Harrison freezes at the words, mind going in sixteen different directions; he thinks of things he’d like to do to Cisco, to wreck him, to break him down and put him back together again, but it’s just flashes, and anyway, if he had his way, not a one of them would be punishment.

To buy himself time, he crosses over to the sink at the back of the lab and turns on the tap, waiting for the water to get hot before he soaks one of the lint-free towels Cisco keeps handy with steaming water and brings it back.

Cisco’s face is a mess, and Harrison really ought to hand him the towel and tell him to clean himself up; he should, but he can’t. The words die between clenched teeth and he’s scowling at his own lack of will even as he curves his hand against Cisco’s jaw and tilts his face up, applying the towel to his tear-streaked face, letting the heat of it soak in and soothe what might well be one hell of a headache.

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