Cisco Ramon | The Flash

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[gasping]

[ i win. ]

[thisismadfreaky]

[Gold star!]

@kiratsunes

[thisismadfreaky]

[from this.]

With their plans set in mind, Cisco makes the trek to Kira's and arrives a reasonable amount of time later. Pizza and drinks set up, the only thing left to decide is what movie will go with it all.

" I trust your movie tastes, what do you think we should watch?" He asks, settling on the couch before grabbing a slice and taking a bite. He's going to die a high cholesterol, artery clogged death, but he'll be happy.

[kiratsunes]

She was excited. Why was she excited? They were just friends right? They were just friends who were going to have a pizza and movie night. She had set her katana, throwing stars and belt katana to the side. Watching movies was way more fun than polishing her weapons, even if she did take great pride in taking care of them. She hadn't expected to find another group of people - friends, who would accept what she was. She also hadn't expected to meet an actual superhero (she could barely look Barry in the eye after how she fangirled when finding out he was the Flash).

"Hmmm. We could start with a classic like Blade Runner," Kira took a sip of her root beer. "Lord of the Rings extended editions, Deadpool... what do you think?"

@queenleftbehind

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

You were pretty much tucked into my side most of the night. And half-asleep in my lap at one point.

It was all pretty PG snuggle bunny stuff, don't worry.

[queenleftbehind]

What can I say? You have a comfortable lap. But good. I wouldn't want to do something stupid when I was drunk.

@wearamask

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Dude, I'm fine. I mean. Mad hungover, but alive.

Maybe so, but she messed with my tv dude! This is sacred, and drunk!Caitlin has no boundaries!

[wearamask]

Trust me, I know.

[Been there, done that. He loves Caitlin like a sister, but she has none of her normal decorum when she's been drinking. He still remembers her asking if he'd peeked when he helped her change into her pajamas.]

Do you need me to bring you anything?

[Because as much as he enjoys making fun of his best friend, he's still his best friend.]

@detectivewest

[thisismadfreaky]

[spawned from this.]

Level of Drunk: Lampshade hat. That's where last night's adventures with altered booze with Caitlin and Barry had ended up. The worst part was knowing as soon as he stopped drinking, Barry would process everything and never see the pain of a hangover. Never has Cisco been more jealous of Barry for his powers than he is just now.

But Joe said he would bring coffee later and sleep did kind of sound nice. So, at the detective's insistence, he finds his way down the hall to flop on his bed and burrow under the blankets. Joe will just have to let himself in. He probably knows where Cisco keeps his spare key, right?

Re: @detectivewest

[detectivewest]

At least Barry had been sober enough to see Caitlin and Cisco to cabs before he'd given up and gone back to bed. That way Joe could keep track of them both now that he was sure his son was conked out soundly in his room, twitching and dreaming just like he did long before the lightning had taken their lives and turned it sideways.

Joe knew exactly how to get in to Cisco's place and it only takes him a few minutes before he's keying the lock open and letting himself in to put down the box of donuts and paper cup of coffee.

He steals quietly down the hallway, moving to make sure that Cisco is quietly sleeping on the bed and with a quiet smile, tugs a blanket up and over the young man before padding back into the kitchen to at least set up his coffee maker so he can have coffee and donuts whenever he does wake up.

@onlystarisee

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

There's just something less amusing about it when you can actually see through time, I guess.

This is why you should never give me creative license with your order at Jitters, honestly.

@timetopaythepiper

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

I can't decide if that says more about the person making the assumption or just how they view you. Pretty telling either way, I guess.

@throwingstuff

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

And miss out on the opportunity of having a wrench narrowly miss my face? Nah. Where's the fun in that?

@trigeminalheadache

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Peer pressure is the worst.

What brought on the tequila requirement anyway?

[trigeminalheadache]

My mother called. Three guesses on how long it took that to become a fight.

@queenleftbehind

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Where's the fun in that?!

[queenleftbehind]

That's what I keep you around for, didn't you know? Naming things, watching movies, and playing video games.

@nsabitch

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

A+ great job. I ADMITTED it was dirty! Doesn't that earn points.... somehow? I don't know.

I am super disappointed in him right now for allowing this grave mistake to go without correction for so long.

[nsabitch]

That means I win. And you don't get points for being a dirty boy, Cisco. You get points when you give me wine or food, I am pretty sure we've established this at some point in time. Somewhere.

HE's a big ol failboat some days, but for some reason we keep him around anyway. I know the reference isn't that enough? I already have my nerdcard.

@quickgenius

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

You are absolutely the least fair.

[quickgenius]

In my defense there's a Cisco shaped hole in my bed and it's much more comfortable when you're here.

@trigeminalheadache | pre-canon scenes

[thisismadfreaky]

[thisismadfreaky]

With a handful of weeks in the lab behind him now, Cisco is starting to fall into certain patterns and routines, both of his own and ones with his co-workers. The one he seemed to synch up with the best was Dr. Caitlin Snow, though "Just Caitlin is fine, really," she always insisted. She made the point, without ever saying a word, that to her they were equals. Cisco's not sure she realizes yet how important that actually is to him.

Cisco isn't the best at hiding his emotions sometimes and as soon as he walks into work today, anyone that sees him can sense something boiling under the surface. His usual chatty, upbeat attitude is replaced with a silent glare at whatever he's working on at his desk.

He pushes through it for the most part, partially because he doesn't have much choice in the matter, but also just to prove to himself he can. His interactions are limited to strictly work-related matters, which are short and tense. He just wants to go home and shoot things in Halo. Only an hour left, he can do this.

@bloggings

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

With his shoes found, Cisco grabs the few Must Haves--wallet, keys, phone, and a charger--before heading out the door to make his way to Iris's. He doesn't get that much quality time with her, so when the opportunity presents itself, he always tries to take it.

The walk there might have taken him a little longer than it should have. And if it was because he got distracted chasing a couple of Pokémon, he definitely wasn't telling. But in a still reasonable amount of time, Cisco is arriving at her door with a rapid, rhythmic knock that all of his friends know as his trademark knock.

chillin' with a villain

[viber]

from here

[It doesn't take long for Reverb to show up, opening a breach directly into Cisco's living room because, hey, look at that, they had an apartment in the same area. Fascinating. He moves through the void and stands there, no snacks at hand because no, he's not the sort of guest who brings snacks. Just be glad he didn't bring minions to this party.

He looks around, slowly assessing the room, just to be careful there is 100% no trap.]

Hello Vibe.

[thisismadfreaky]

[Cisco isn't sure what the hell idiot drugs he took this morning that have dropped him into the terrible decisions he's made for the night, but at this point there's no turning back. Reverb--who was supposed to be dead, but wasn't--is coming over. To watch arguably one of the best adaptations of anything Philip K. Dick ever touched.

He's got the set-up for movie nights down to an art by now. Sodas, popcorn, and other various snacks all littered the coffee table. He's grabbing the DVD off the shelf when Reverb steps through the portal he'd opened right into his living room, causing Cisco to jump about a mile.]

DUDE! [There are flaily hands in your direction, evil twin.] You're not supposed to just-- materialize in my living room!

@mostlyajerk

[thisismadfreaky]

Busy?

I kinda have some stuff to tell you.

[That you so totally aren't gonna be a fan of at all. But it's fine. It all turned out fine. No deaths or injuries were made in the making of this news he has to tell you, Hartley.]

[mostlyajerk]

Is that your version of 'We have to talk.'?

[That just sounds like a bad way to start a conversation.]

@timetopaythepiper

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Honest. Opinion. Details are important.

And I think you know me well enough to know I have a tangent tendency. You knew what you were signing up for by asking.

[timetopaythepiper]

I asked for your opinion on the new upgrades to my gloves, not a detailed critique of my personality.

If you absolutely had to go off-topic, you could have at least made it relevant.

@lighteningmadeabs

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Glad we got that sorted.

Yes plz. You'll be my bestest friend forever.

@scienceinheels

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

I swear I'll get all the crumbs out later? Don't hate me?

[scienceinheels]

That is a Coach bag, you know. Ronnie gave it to me.

@detectivewest

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

How bad was it, though?

@queenleftbehind

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

That would be the million dollar question, huh?

[No. No he doesn't remember what he said.]

You're not just messing with me, right? Because I'm hungover and that would be realy cruel right now.

[queenleftbehind]

Do you really think I'd hold anything you said against you while you were drunk? Unless, of course, we were having this conversation when I was really on the other side of your bed. But I'm not there.

...right?

[Why yes, now she's going to make him check. Just to be sure.]

Tis the Season

[contranitoris]

Harrison knew what the holidays meant for Cisco. He used to keep things professional, as much as he seemed able. Sometimes offering a somewhat fatherly nudge reminding Cisco that he needed to see his family. Distant but open. However, in recent years, he'd been easing up on that. Now that things were truly under way, he needed Cisco trusting him more than ever. So he'd opened up more and more, listening to him, not pushing him toward his family so much.

As Christmas grew nearer, instead of the usual reminder, he had something else prepared. When Barry and Caitlin left and it was just the two of them working a little late, he wheeled over to Cisco, and simply presented him with a small box wrapped in simple gold paper. Inside was a small gift. He hardly considered it practical, but something that he knew Cisco would appreciate. He simply reached out and set it on the desk in front of the other, without a word.

[thisismadfreaky]

Holidays for Cisco were...complicated. This time that was supposed to be happy and joyous and spent with loved ones was tainted by a family that had never really appreciated him. Harrison had always given him a nudge about it in the past, but slowly through the years even that changed, and he was more apt to listen more than push him toward anything at all. Cisco's not entirely sure the man understands how much that really means to him.

Late nights in the lab are nothing unusual for the pair of them, and Cisco is too busy with whatever he's working on to notice Harrison until he stops by his desk and the box is suddenly in the field of his peripheral. He pauses and looks up, a little surprised and that's written all too plainly on his face. "You-- you didn't have to..." he gestures wordlessly at the gift.

@binarythinking

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

I got trapped in a spotify mix. what do you want me to do?

[binarythinking]

Anything else.

At all.

Except slurp your coffee.

@detectivewest

[thisismadfreaky]

[continued.]

Taste is relative tbh

[detectivewest]

Bad taste is universal. Some things just aren't meant to be listened to.