Imagine that you and Harry were entrusted with a little investigation. You know he can be aggressive. But you think he's very nice. When he has something does not work, he begins to freak out. You're trying to calm him down. Lightly touching his hand. He looks at you.

You knock on Joe’s door a smile on your face. The door opens to reveal your girlfriend, Dr. Caitlin Snow. “Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” Caitlin exclaims throwing her arms around your neck. 

“Merry Christmas Cait,” You say wrapping your arms around her waist. 

She gives you a quick kiss before leading you into the West house. You close the door behind you and walk into the living room. “(Y/N)!” Ralph cheers as he walks towards you. “Finally someone with a sense of humour.” 

“Hey! I have a sense of humour!” Cisco yells from the kitchen. “No Ramon you really don’t,” Harry says while grabbing a cup of eggnog. 

“Oh like you’re funnier than me,” Cisco retorts. “Can we all just agree that the two of you are lacking in the humour section?” You ask as Caitlin gives you a cup of eggnog. 

“I feel betrayed (Y/L/N),” Harry says shaking his head. “Same,” Cisco agrees. “I need more eggnog before I can deal with this,” Joe mumbles from behind his cup. You chuckle and Caitlin grabs your hand. You intertwine your fingers and Ralph says,”Anyway. You know what I want for Christmas?” 

“A girlfriend,” Caitlin mumbles and you elbow her as you hold back as laugh. “I want a better suit. Cisco didn’t even try with my suit,” Ralph complains. “At least it’s better than not having a suit,” You say. 

“Well yeah but I still think he could do way better. I mean the color is so boring. I need some spice.” You roll your eyes at him and continue your conversation. After a while you feel Caitlin wrap her arms around your waist and you relax against her. “I’m just saying if you guys ever wanted to you know who to talk to,” Ralph says wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I think we’ll pass,” You say punching his arm. He holds his hands up in surrender and says,”I was just kidding. No need to get physical.” “I thought that’s what you wanted,” You shoot back raising your eyebrow. “Touche (Y/N) touche.” 

Caitlin rests her head on your shoulder and you whisper,”You okay Cait?” “Yeah. I’m fine,” she says quickly. “You’ve been unusually quiet.” “Just tired,” she replies. You nod even though you don’t totally believe her. 

Cisco walks over to you and says,”Geez could you guys be any cuter? You’re giving me a cavity.” 

“You’re just jealous ‘cause Gypsy is busy,” You say. 

“Where is she anyway?” Ralph asks. “Ah something about a bad guy she had to capture you know the usual.” 

“What a shame,” Ralph mumbles. Cisco smacks his arm and says,”Watch yourself Ralph.” “Right sorry.” You chuckle and notice Caitlin still hasn’t said anything. You lock eyes with Cisco and he nods. 

“Hey Ralph you look like you need some more ‘nog,” Cisco says. “Actually I still have like half my cup full,” Ralph says. “No you need more,” Cisco says giving him a death glare while motioning to Caitlin. “Oh right we’ll be in the kitchen if you need us,” Ralph says walking away, Cisco right behind him. 

You turn around in Catlin’s arms and look at her. “Alright what’s going on with you?” You ask. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing ‘cause I know something’s wrong.” 

“How can you possibly know that?” Caitlin asks. “I’m your girlfriend it’s my job to know when something’s wrong,” You reply. Caitlin smiles and you say,”See that wasn’t that hard.” “I’m fine. Go joke with Ralph some more,” Caitlin mumbles. 

“Oh I see the problem,” You say wrapping your arms around her neck. “Someone’s jealous.” 

Caitlin scoffs and says,”I’m not jealous. I just don’t understand why you get along with him so well.” 

“Oh come on he’s not that bad once you get to know him.” “Right.” “Either way it doesn’t matter ‘cause I only have eyes for you, Cait.” You kiss her and she wraps her arms around your waist.

 You pull back and say,”How did we not notice we were standing under mistletoe the entire time?” You ask. 

“Maybe ‘cause you were in a deep discussion about whether Barry really needs a drink at Jitters or not,” Caitlin says. 

*Request: I will always request a Hunter Zolomon. Could you do a xover with New Who where 10 finds one of his Time Remnants that survived the Time Wraiths? I need to see the two together. For @zooming-to-star-labs

Changed slightly, to make it a semi-reader insert. Reader is Doctor’s companion, but is not with him currently*

Time Remnants don’t last very long

Why and I still here then?

I’m giving you a second chance at life

Second chance my ass

Hunter Zoloman - or rather, a version of - stumbled blindly down a dark and cold street. He wasn’t sure where he was, or really when he was. Zoom (another version of Hunter) had pulled him out of time that no longer existed, with no way back, and no way to know how long he would last. Zoom had told him that time remnants (because apparently thats what Hunter is) don’t last long outside their own tome zone. But is that was the case, why was Hunter still here?

Hunter just couldn’t understand. He wanted to go home, wherever or whenever that might have been. Would it be impossible? Improbable? Maybe. But that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. He may not have the speed his meta-human counterpart does, but he figured that there must be some way back home - some way back to her.

Y/N had been the love of his life, although she didn’t quite know it just yet. Hunter figured she was just a bit nervous seeing as she had called the cops not once, not twice, but seventeen times on him for “stalking”. But Hunter knew better. She wanted to be with him just as much as he wanted to be with her.

Pausing his walk, Hunter turned his head towards a nearby alley way. A loud, inhuman wheezing noise was coming from the direction. His curiosity got the best of him and every so slowly Hunter walked into the alley. An unusual sense of unease settled within Hunter’s stomach as he turned his head first to the left, then to the right. Strangely though, what began appearing stared fading in from behind him. Hunter stood tall, watching as a tall, dark, wooden box appeared before him. Across the top it read “Police Public Call Box”, and Hunter thought to himself that it was strange. Since when did police have call boxes?

The more of the box that appeared, the louder the wheezing became until it stopped all together, and the box became solid. Hunter stood dumbfounded by the magical box, and let out a low whistle. He reached out to touch it, but jumped back in surprise when the door swung open. Regardless of the ‘Pull to Open’ sign, the door sunk inside the box and a tall lanky man with spiky brown hair and a pin-striped suit thrusted his head out. The two met eyes immediately.

“Oh,” the man began. “Hello there.” He stepped out of the tall box and shut the door behind himself. “Would you happen to know where we are?” He asked, hands shoved into his pockets while he switched weight from one foot to the other. Hunter hesitated, but figured nothing could go wrong from here.

“You’re in Central City.” He told the man, who scrunched up his nose.

“And when are we?” Hunter stiffened at the unusual question, his brain working faster than his actions ever could. Time Traveler . Hunter grabbed the man by his lapel and tossed him to the side. He then made his way into the box, pushing the door with such force that it banged against an internal railing. The door attempted to slam shut, but Hunter thrusted his hand out to keep it open while he stepped inside.

He chuckled lowly to himself, swivelling round and round to look at the unnaturally large interior of the box, all the misplaced wires and strange circular wall decorations and - the console in the middle of it all. The picture this strange man had sticky-taped onto a screen. Y/N. Hunter lunged forward and stole the picture, staring at it with crazy big eyes while the other man entered the box. In the picture was you, standing proudly next to this lanky man while your arms were intertwined. Hunter felt a twinge of jealousy shock through him. He turned the picture over, and was awed by your messy handwriting.

Y/F/N and Doctor