#oppositeofspeed

[oppositeofhero]

“hope you like pancakes!” sara comes barreling into the bedroom with her with her voice a few levels too high. she’s giddy as hell, and he’ll probably yell at her about it, but sara jumps onto her sleeping boyfriends form. the pancakes on the plate waver precariously, but they stay up, her other hand tearing the blankets away from his face. “mick’s out with lisa, buying you something. which means you get all my attention. and also all my terrible pancakes.”

@oppositeofspeed fluff 4 u

[xlacuna]

there wasn’t exactly protocol for what they were doing, flying blindly into the eye of the time storm, so to speak. the frustrations of the team screwing up certainly felt worse, given that the consequences could be dire. which was what had len’s behavior concerning rip. “mr. snart,” he says as a debrief ends, leaning over his desk with his eyes trained on the books spread across it. “hang back a moment? i have a question for you.” which gave him approximately three seconds to figure out how to properly ask ‘could you please stop taking your emotions out on whoever we’re fighting?’.

@oppositeofspeed  💗 ‘d for a starter

[revivedlegend]

Instagram Aesthetics: Leonard Snart for @oppositeofspeed

[pastismyown]

the idea of vigilantes weren’t exactly new; the green guy in star city had just made them leading stories on the 6 o’clock news and the streak was making an impression on her own turf. But even the speedster couldn’t be everywhere at once. which was what had her trailing after a certain crook, hovering on the opposite side of a bar with a glass of jack daniels in her hand. natasha had been hoping to catch both sides of the fire and ice duo, but it seemed the pyro had other plans elsewhere. she glances away for a moment, returning her gaze to him just in time to catch him slipping out the back exit. Shit. Glass still in hand, she’s off her stool and across the bar in a few seconds, peeking out the back door to try and keep her eye on him.

@oppositeofspeed you didn’t ask for this

[strengthmade-blog]

        “ shut the hell up, snart, or i’m gonna rip out those pretty little eyes of yours with my bare hands, make them into a soup and then force you to eat it. ”  // @oppositeofspeed

[pincushicn]

cw: we love all our LoT characters, sara lance, rip hunter, mick rory, ray palmer... *squint at smudged writing* lan snoot

[oppositeofhero]

well, it’s a better reaction than she’d been expecting. sara had been expecting him to short circuit, or laugh, or call her a liar. she’d already told mick, and of course he’d played it off like he was glad. but the man couldn’t hide the disappointment from her. len, on the other hand? he looks... sad. sara looks down, pulling his hand between her’s and rubbing her thumb along his ring. “i know you said you didn’t want to know, but they wanted a health background of the father for risk factors or something. either way, we ran a paternity test and here we are.” she tries to sink song the last few words, but her voice breaks. “i’m sorry.”

@oppositeofspeed cont. from here

[oppositeofhero]

it’s not a joke. after their (incredibly) rocky start, sara knows better than to even hint at a joke about leonard and his emotions. just because he doesn’t burn as bright and hot as mick or shove his emotions away like sara does. he’s caught somewhere in the middle and it drives her up the wall, almost as much as just looking at him. mick was easy to figure out, to reconcile with. leonard was proving to be a problem.

but she can’t keep her distance forever with him, which is why she skips ahead of him in the hall with her off the wall question. they’re standing in front of her bedroom door, and maybe he picks up on the undertone. but she wants something soft. something they’ve both been depriving themselves of recently. 

“because i like you.” softly, guarded. she might be breaking through his armor, but she has her own to worry about. “i like how i feel when i’m around you. when i’m touching you.”

@oppositeofspeed cont. from here