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(I like them however u send ‘em, sweetheart, I love whatever you’ve got!)

Tbh, I think that a lot of Clint’s mental highs and lows are reflected in what he puts in his body. He kind of just puts shit in his body constantly (i.e: excessive amounts of pizza, coffee, and beer, in some instances) so it wouldn’t surprise me if he would move on to something like donuts. He might get a kick out of them bc he could use them for target practice lmao

Hon!!! You NEVER have to apologize for a crazy life, I am getting a first hand taste of what its like and trust me I am not able to read even messages in time, let alone fics I am tagged in, so you take all the time you need to get back to it. The series is not running away.

You come first. Just remember that, always okay <3

Anyway, I hope that the life is crazy in a good way. Much love, sweetheart. Take care of yourself <3

Persephone: What's your favorite season of the year?

Fall. In Maine, fall is really the only season that’s worth it. Winter is brutal, spring is ridiculously short and is about 98% mud, and summer is humidity and tourists who act like assholes and not being able to get anywhere without adding an extra hour to your commute because of said tourists who are assholes.

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

A tangelo is like a cross between a tangerine and an orange. They’re pretty good. I want to say I’d be a harpy or a vampire or a siren, something alluring and potentially deadly but I’d probably be something cute, non threating like a care-bear. I do think I’d want to be something with wings though. So maybe a good, not scary looking harpy? 

Ah yes I do love you! 

Like Sam, the two of you are giants nerds. That is how you met after all, at a library. He was doing research for a case and you were engrossed in the new series that you had started to read. 

After bumping into each other there, the two of you clicked almost instantly. A coffee date later and numbers exchanged the two of you kept in constant contact.  

You keep this man on his toes. You’re sassy remarks, and feisty personality, he loves it. Sam Wilson isn’t a man that will just let it slide though, if you give a sassy remark he gives you back one without missing a beat. 

YEAH! I’ve just been randomly doing them. I reblogged a prompt list and it’s been easier to write them since they don’t take that long and I don’t have much time anyways! I’ve actually been writing a lot of Cisco!

You picked some angsty prompts! these hurt me!

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Cisco hasn’t been the same since Dante died. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain of losing a sibling but seeing Cisco cope with it...it was heartbreaking. If you couldn’t bring Dante back, you wanted nothing more than for them to just have one final moment together. To get some closure and share their regrets.

The regret is written on Cisco’s face now. He used to smile and joke all the time. It was one of your favorite things about him. But now there was a dark cloud hanging over him and no one could do anything to put him at ease.

Although it was not for a lack of trying. You tried to be there for him but he just kept pushing you away. He pushed everyone away but it hurt you more. You’d been through so much already and this is what would end you?

You weren’t going to leave him, not now in his time of need. But how could you help if he didn’t want it.

He’d finally rebuffed your attention for the hundredth time.

“I just need some space.”

“And I’m trying to give you all of that. But Cisco, you have to let me in. Let me help you more. There has to be something I can do. I love you and I always will. Does that count for anything?” Your eyes are burning but the tears can’t fall. You don’t have anymore. You cried every night when you’d hold Cisco after a nightmare about Dante’s death. The silence hanging in the air is like a lead weight on your chest. You take a shuddering breath. “I love you, Cisco Ramon. And at least, I thought you loved me. But maybe I was wrong.”

You get up and walk towards the bedroom. You’re not leaving him but now you’re the one needing space.

“I do love you,” Cisco mutters.

“I don’t--I can’t believe you...not when you’re pushing me away...at least right now. If you want space, then you’ve got it. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

We all need it!