#and they actually get married a while later without anyone but wally knowing. they do it for tax reasons initially.
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Reverse Flash
A backwards version of your favorite speedster comes searching for Barry, only to find you instead.
Word Count: 2403
Warnings: Crude Humor. Not proof read yet because I’m too tired.
As per my latest fics, the gender of the reader is not specified.
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Barry was always nice to you.
Well, Barry was nice to everyone. I mean, his parents named him Barry. He was set up for a life of cheekiness before he was even born. But Barry was nice to you even after ‘the incident’. Barry was nice to you when everyone else stopped. On top of that, Barry was being nicer to you than usual lately.
Probably because he and Iris were having a rough spot.
That was the only annoying thing. Barry liked you, and he was interested in you, but you were still second place. He was just using you. He wouldn’t marry you, or feel a deep longing for you. He’d just take you on ice skating rink dates in the winter and give you the best Valentine’s day of your life every year. Which is everyone’s dream, you guess, but it wouldn’t have been genuine, no matter what Barry managed to convince himself.
Barry’s little support team seemed to be on the same page as you (which was a first), which both added to and subdued your aggravation. All of them were in agreement of the simple fact: you were no good for Barry. Mr. Flash was the only one who didn’t seem to get the memo.
In the very beginning, things weren’t like how they were now. Team Flash or whatever the name was considered you good colleague, and they trusted you because Allen trusted you. You had been friends with Barry longer than anyone else there. And of course you were smart, and you handled annoying journalists and incriminating footage like it was nothing. But then you’d suggested using lethal force to subdue one of the Flash’s biggest problems. That’s when the air changed. That’s when people decided you should not now, not ever go on a date with him. It would throw off the whole rhythm of the team, probably Barry’s morals and possible the timeline. Lucky you.
Though flat out rejecting Barry might make it worse. You had been irritable lately. Maybe a little more sarcastic than normal. What if you snap, and then the team snaps too? And sweet little Barry is too kind to tell you off? God, you knew you were the worst, but the thought alone seemed like more than just ‘the worst’. It was like a tornado of stinky shit just barreling toward you, somehow simultaneously faster than the speed of light and slower than a turtle filled with rocks for organs.
And it was all definitely Barry Allen’s fault.
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So, that’s why you’re here now. Stuck with watching Headquarters while all the speedsters go out and... speed. Who knows. You’re out of the loop with the whole... speed demon thing. You’re pretty sure they have a group chat without you. Fuckin’ nerds.
Your legs are stretched out to the desk in front of you. They cross over each other at the ankles, to the left of the big computer monitor that’s supposed to display the heartbeats of the team but is instead displaying something from cartoon network. A near empty bag of Chinese food sits at your side, it’s contents littered across the table.
As you chew, you look around the room. Several suits in display cases curve against the wall in a half circle, illuminated by blue light. Some are burgundy, some are silver, and some are golden. And you could smash every single one of them right now.
But you won’t, and you don’t. Not to say it isn’t tempting- it is. You still don’t touch the suits.
God, what’s been wrong with you recently? Barry was your friend, and yet you’d been so annoyed with him. His flirting had only made it worse. Wally wasn’t any better. He got even more annoying once thinking about how childish, yet powerful he was. All the Kid Flash’s were just temporary brats that never stayed, whether you liked them or not. And Iris wasn’t a fan of you. That was fine, because you weren’t exactly a friend of Iris’s either. So the most important part of your life that literally depended on superhuman existence and stopping crime was teetering because of pure social discomfort. Typical.
You’re watching the screen that serves as the closest light in the room as you shovel the next bite of rice between your lips. Neon colors make the shadows across your face feel alive and electric. It makes the glow in your eyes more prominent, encouraged by the childish nature of the media. You’ve just finished a snarky personal comment and given yourself another bite of rice when he appears to you.
He looks like Barry. The only difference is that he’s the complete opposite.
Instead of scarlet, his speed suit is yellow with red and dark grey accents. They remind you of blood lightning at the seams. Even under his half mask, he seems so familiar but so much more defined than your friend. As he exits the slice of colorful air and thunder, the heels of his shoes skidding across the floor, the red glow in his eyes settles into a calmer thrum.
And you’re still frozen in place, eyes wide as you still yourself mid chew.
The yellow speedster settles his orbs on you. They’re intelligent, and in the reflection of the little light in the room you can see they’re not red, but blue. And you? You’re just a deer in the headlights.
“Aw, you’re not Barry,” he groans in disappointment, standing straighter as his arms cross over his chest.
You finally continue your chewing, keeping your wide eyes on the intruder. Then you swallow it down. In your chest, your heart thump, thump, thumps with something. Fear? Not quite. Anxiety? Almost. It’s something else. Something more... intuitive. And the way this man looks at you makes you think that he can hear it, even from where he stands. That he knows.
“Uh... no?”
The man responds not a millisecond after you’ve gotten the words out. “Where is he? Where’s Barry Allen?”
Woof. His voice is throaty and laced with sarcasm, even though he’s clearly deathly serious. But the vibrations send a funny spasm straight to that little place between your legs, making the nerves in your spine dance with alertness. Arousal. Barry was never able to do that, let alone with just the sound of his voice.
“Doing something?” you decide. “I don’t know.”
The golden man cocks his head to the side, almost smirks, and takes a step forward. “Hey, I know you.” His arms uncross. One raises and bends to point at you. “You’re Barry’s tech support. I remember reading about you in his museum.”
Your brows furrow. Hurriedly, you clear the take-out box from your lap and begin wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You drop your legs from their position on the desk to their normal position on the floor, knees bent. “Uh... I beg your pardon?”
“Yeah... Y/N L/N. Now I see it.” The man leans back on his heels and looks around the room. The red glow in his orbs burn away completely so it’s just him. “Ah, so this must be before you defected, huh? Interesting.”
“Pardon?!” you call again. Now you’re sitting forward, disbelief across your face.
Golden speedster smiles. It looks evilly distorted, even though it’s just a normal smile. It curves his face sarcastically. His hands fly upwards as if in surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger, Y/N. You know actually, you’re kind of a villain in my time. This is nice for me.”
“Great, I’ll tell Barry when I see him,” you bite.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Now how about you tell me where Barry is before I erase you from existence.”
“I don’t know,” you repeat as the quick bolt of fear fizzles from your system. Your eyes trail down to his chest for just a quick second, but it’s quick enough to observe yet another difference between your familiar scarlet speedster and him. The circle surrounding the lightning bolt on his chest is facing the opposite direction, red, and that circle is filled with black. It’s as if he were the complete opposite of Barry. A reverse Barry.
“Yeah you do. Come on.”
You blink once, still in your roll-y chair.
You’re not sure what to do here. On one hand, this guy radiates pure evil. You should really alert Barry or one of the other members of Team Flash. But for one reason or another you’ve made no attempt to. You’ve got no clue who this dude is other than the fact that he seems more inclined to rip the fabric of time apart than anyone else. There’s no doubt in your mind he really will erase you from existence if you make one wrong move. But what’s the wrong move?
On the other hand, Team Flash has been a bunch of dickhead’s to you. Barry has been ironically slow to the whole thing. Would it be so bad if you did make a wrong move? Not for you, but for your friends? They’d all die, wouldn’t they? This yellow one would end them, and then what? Would it really be so horrible for you? You can’t imagine mourning much.
“I don’t,” you say again, slowly. “They’re in the city. I don’t know where.”
The man seems to think for a moment, cocking his head back so the light behind the glass cases catches his sharpened features. “Hmm.”
Without even blinking, now he’s in front of you. So close, you can smell him. It’s not terribly strong, it’s just masculine. But it’s also flowery, with a dash of sweat from running. And then there’s something more. Something... metallic?
Both his hands clutch the arms of the chair beside you, trapping you as you lean back reflexively. “Did you know that I killed Barry’s childhood best friend before he was born?” the man says lowly.
On instinct, you prepare yourself to say, ‘Barry doesn’t have a childhood best friend’. Then you realize why.
He continues. “Would you tell me where Barry was if you did know?”
You don’t even think about it. You’re true to your nature. “I don’t know, would I?”
Blip! You wait to burst into a cloud of nothingness. To never have been born or even get to be a ghost. But fifteen seconds later you’re still alive. And from the way Barry talks about being a Flash, fifteen seconds is a long time for someone of that caliber.
The man is back by the cases of suits now. You can see his muscles through his suit. They’re more defined than Barry’s, thank God.
“I think you would. But it’s gonna be hard to do that when you’ve got my fingers vibrating into your skull.”
“What?”
“It’s going to be hard to speak when my fingers are inside you.”
You cup a hand against your ear. “Huh?”
“I said-” The man stops. His eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest once more. “Oh, I see.” A short, dry- but genuine- laugh falls from his throat. “Very funny. Very, very funny.”
Suddenly, your eyebrows crease together in confusion. You place both palms on the arms of the chair for leverage as you push yourself into a stand, as if stirred by some great, important purpose. “Wait. Did you say you were going to stick your fingers inside me?”
“I knew you and I were the same,” he drawls. He sounds entertained. As if in his eyes, missing Barry and meeting you instead was the best outcome he could’ve hoped for.
“Can’t you just...” Your shoulders slump as you glance around. “Just kill Barry and get on with it?”
“Aw, no. This is far more interesting.”
“Fingers in my skull...?” you whisper, half to yourself. Then you look up to him with a snap. “You are so weird,” you tell Reverse Barry, emphasizing it with a low point. “So weird.”
“Want me to tell your future?”
Again with the voice and the nerves in that special place.
“I gotta say, it’s kind of disturbing,” the man smirks. “You’ll love it.”
“Weird.”
Across the base, just two hallways away, something clicks. It’s a familiar click. It’s the click of the door opening.
Quickly, you glance backwards, then lean down to pause the show on the computer. You hadn’t even realized it was still going. Once that’s done, the man is still standing in front of you. That sinister and yet innocent grin is still dancing across his face, though his steely eyes are totally locked on you.
“What, weirdo? You know where he is now. Aren’t you gonna go get him?”
“You want me to so badly, don’t you?” Reverse Barry whispers. You just give him a look.
“I’ll be back for you.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
And then the speedster is gone. Right on time, too, cause Barry jogs into the room not a second later.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?” you turn around.
“Did I just... see someone here?” Barry points towards your end of the room in his scarlet suit. Huh. Reverse Barry was taller too.
“What are you on about?” you throw casually. “Nobody’s been here but me since you left.”
“Are you sure?” the Flash keeps pushing. You hate it. Pushing.
“Yes, Barry,” you roll your eyes. “I’m sure. Oh, by the way, Barry. Did you have a childhood best friend?”
Barry frowns. “No, why?”
You smile to yourself as you turn back away from him. The other speedster’s footsteps are coming closer and closer. You can hear them echo off the walls.
“No reason,” you answer with a smirk just as one of them enters the room, probably to give you crap again.
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Fun fact, Reverse Flash is actually my favorite villain in DC comics. Bro is vicious in the comics. I just hate all the live action versions of him we get. Lego DC Villains Reverse Flash and Injustice 2 are the best versions. Injustice 2 is my personal preference. I’d like to do more with this but, who knows. Depends how this is received. #lol
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Amira Wayne - Chapter 15
Two updates in one day?! Hell yeah! As before, I’m catching up with @biodad-bruce-month‘s event.
Chapter 15: Rivalry
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Amira looked at the two miraculous boxes in her possession, sighing as she looked at the drawing board in her room. Thanks to Tikki, she didn’t have to deal with a tearful departure with her temporary team, something she didn’t think she would’ve been able to handle.
After all, she had adored Carapace’s and Gris’ company.
For now, she was to return them to Master Fu soon, along with discussing a few things regarding her suspect.
“Checking over the data and evidence, Amira?” Tikki asked, munching on some cookies Amira had baked earlier today.
Yes, she made them at five in the morning, but could you blame the girl? She was excited to see her friends again. Not only that, but Wally was going to stay with her for the week! So of course, Amira decided to bake some things for them, wrapping them into tiny bags to give to them later.
“While it may seem like I have all the evidence I need, I still need more. Without those final pieces, I can’t seal the case shut.”
“But didn’t you get the evidence you needed from your father’s-”
“It’s still not enough.” Amira said, looking at her suspect’s picture. “All the evidence points to him, but at the same time it doesn’t. I have his bank statements from just a little over a year, a few things sticking out to me.
An incubator, some gardening tools, a large order of milkweed along with other varieties of flowers and an order from a slightly sketchy butterfly farm.
Back in Gotham, whenever someone wouldn't want others to catch whiff of their plans, they would go through the hassle of having proxies and the sort. But he didn’t bother to do that.
Probably didn’t think anyone would see it odd as his profession calls for him to do the bizarre...at least to some extent.”
“So this suspect’s career allowed him to get away with being...bizarre?”
“A bit of a front, if you will. What makes him even more suspicious is the data I got after adding trackers to the akumas I would purify.”
“What did you get from it?”
“All the butterflies collect into a single area.” Amira circles a particular house on her map, glaring at it. “After all, all loyal creatures go back to the person or thing that cares for them with the utmost kindness. A bit ironic in this case, if you ask me.”
“But this is enough evidence Amira! With all this, you can successfully say-”
“That’s where you’re wrong Tikki. I still need photographic evidence. But very soon Tikki. Very soon, we’ll capture Hawkmoth.” Amira looked at Gabriel Agreste’s photo taped to her board.
She just needs a few more things and she’ll finally be able to take him down. She’ll be victorious.
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“Baguette!” Adrien chirped, throwing himself onto Marinette, Chloé rolling her eyes.
“Adrikins. We’ve only been away for four days.”
“Four long days at that!” Adrien defended, breaking away from Marinette. “Next time we go to another gala, we’re taking you with us.”
Chloé didn’t miss the way Marinette stiffened, her face going a shade lighter than usual.
“Right...next time.” Marinette trailed, prying Adrien from her. “So, how was the oh-so-famed Wayne Gala? Lived up to its reputation?”
“Hardly.” Chloe scoffed, tossing her hair behind her. “Bunch of old people getting together and talking about setting up their kids to marry one another.”
“Really now?” Marinette said. “Please, do tell me more.”
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Amira was glad to hear that the gala was a success, although she already knew that thanks to Dick.
With the gala talk occupying the majority of the group’s time, the school day had managed to go quicker than usual, not that Amira minded it.
Aside from hearing Chloe’s complaints about the gala, Amira also got to introduce Nino to them during lunch, Nino and Adrien quickly bonding over their love for Jagged Stone. Of course, their little gathering finished quickly once Alya caught wind of the reason why Chloe and Adrien were absent.
To avoid Alya from gathering any details, the trio decided to keep talking after school...or rather after fencing club through text.
Making sure that her knickers were in place, Amira proceeded to put on her plastron and jacket, carrying her headgear in hand. She was glad to have an actual partner for fencing again. As much as she liked sparring with Mr. D’Argencourt, it was starting to get overbearing whenever he would go on tangents on her becoming his next star pupil.
“Baguette! Have you been practicing despite me being gone?” Adrien asked with a smirk, only to get a scoff in return when the two got to their usual spots in the courtyard.
“Of course I have been. How else will I get better?” Marinette said, placing her headgear on. “Why don’t I prove it to you?”
Smiling, Adrien also placed his headgear on.
“En garde. Pret? Allez!” Adrien recited, lunging towards Marinette, only to be dodged and attacked.
“Attaque. Touche. Point!” Mr.D’Argencourt said with a smile. “Wonderful work, Marinette!”
“Shall we continue?” Marinette asked, getting into position. Chuckling, Adrien also got into position.
“En garde. Pret? Allez!”
Marinette quickly lunged towards Adrien, using his retreat to counter it, bringing her sword under his own and landing a hit on him.
“You really weren’t kidding. Attack, pare, riposte, counterattack. Just how much have you been practicing?”
“I only learn from the best.” Marinette answered back, bending her epee. “Mr. D’Argencourt-”
“Where is D’Argencourt? I wish to join the team as I heard that only le crème de la crème learn under his tutelage.” Someone roared, Adrien and Marinette turning to see a fencer in all red standing on top of the scoring machine.
Mr. D’Argencourt walked up to Rouge, examining them from head to toe.
“I am M. D’Argencourt and I will only consider your admission if you can defeat my best student.”
“And who is this student?” They asked, getting off the scoring machine.
Adrien and Marinette watched as the sea of club members that were once in front of them now left them exposed. “Which one of you is the best combatant?”
Marinette gladly stepped aside after pushing Adrien forward.
“Baguette! How could you? Top 10-”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You are Mr D’Argencourt’s best student, any way you look at it. So go on and make us proud!”
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Marinette watched as the match escalated from using the scoring machine to her having to act as referee.
She followed the duel as they soon left the piste, Marinette so close on scolding the two for leaving the strip they were supposed to stay on (if this were an official match).
But pushing that urge down, Marinette watched with wonder as the duo kept parrying each other, surprised that this person was on par with Adrien.
Marinette was so drawn in by their match that not only did she follow them into the library, but she almost missed the final hit. Thankfully, she didn’t.
As the two stepped back from the position that clearly showed both of their epee on one another, Marinette was ready to declare the winner.
Yes it went pretty fast, but the match was still clear enough for her to know who actually won.
Marinette remained silent, letting Adrien and Rouge catch their breaths until Rouge decided to speak first.
“So...who won? Who got the first hit?”
Marinette watched as Adrien took off his headgear, his hair sticking to his face.
At this time, the rest of the club finally caught up, Mr. D’Argencourt demanded to know who won.
“Adrien, Mr. D’Argencourt. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Rouge here won. They landed the hit first.” Marinette announced, watching as Rouge take off their headgear, a smile on her face.
“I still remain victorious!” Rouge said, stabbing her epee into the air before letting it rest once by her side again.
Rouge, however, couldn’t help but notice Adrien’s staring between her and the person who watched their entire match.
Rouge watched as Adrien kept turning his head between the two, an unsettling grin growing as his eyes stopped on M D’Argencourt.
“M. D’Argencourt! You have to let her join the team!” Adrien said with a smile, confusing everyone. “By the way, what’s your name?” Adrien asked Rouge.
“Kagami. Kagami Tsurugi.”
“Adrien, where are you going with this?”
“Do you really not know what this means, M. D’Argencourt?”
“That adding Mlle Tsurugi to the team will help my reputation?”
“Well that, but you’ll have the strongest duo of female fencers under your tutelage!” Adrien said, running up to the referee of the match, taking off their headgear, Kagami feeling her eyes widen. “And they look practically identical.”
Kagami agreed. To think she would find someone who looked almost identical to herself…
“Adrien, is what you are saying true? That this person is just as good as I am?” Kagami asked, pointing her epee towards Marinette, causing her to gulp.
“He’s clearly exaggerating.” Marinette said, using her hand to gently lower the blade point towards her. “Oh, how rude of me. Name’s Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. And I can’t possibly be just as good as you if I just started fencing this year. That would be an insult to all experienced fencers out there.”
Adrien sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
“But to get high praise from an experienced fencer,” Kagami said, getting into position for another match. “Show me Marinette. Show me this skill Adrien has seen worthy of his praise. En guarde!”
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Amira flopped onto her beanbag, groaning into it as Tikki zipped out her jacket.
“That girl Kagami...she really is amazing, isn’t she?”
After Adrien happily stated that Marinette was on par with him, Kagami started a duel, keeping Marinette on her toes throughout the whole match.
While Amira was able to keep up with Kagami, it was nothing compared to her spars with Adrien.
Kagami relentlessly struck attack after attack, her attacks filled with such force, it felt as if Kagami’s epee was of some other material than steel.
Was she really just 13 years old like the rest of them? It felt as if she had more experience than someone her age should…
Abruptly getting up, Amira plopped herself into her computer chair, madly typing in the surname Tsurugi, only to be surprised to see Kagami and two other people’s faces appear in the search.
Amira let out a dry laugh, not believing her luck.
“So her whole family is into fencing, what are the odds.” Not only was her mother a two-time Olympic champion, her grandfather was a three time Olympic champion before as well. The two reasons why either couldn’t continue their streak was due to life-changing events. In Tomoe’s case, an incident that caused her to go blind.
“Wow. That’s very impressive!”
“Isn’t it? But I worry. Can you imagine the amount of pressure she has to carry? The pressure to uphold her family’s legacy?”
Amira stared back at Kagami’s photo, finally deciding to shut down her computer.
“Amira! It’s almost 5! You’re going to be late to the airport!”
“Airport? Wally isn’t coming via airport. He’s coming over via zeta tube.” Amira said with a grin, grabbing a coat and her keys before heading off to greet Wally.
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Wally gaped as he took in his surroundings, not believing he was in Paris. He didn’t snap from his trance until something was shoved into his mouth.
“Flies are going to go in if you don’t close your mouth.” Amira said, placing a bag of cookies into his hands. He eagerly began to devour them.
How long has it been since he had Amira’s homemade cookies?
“Can you blame me?” Wally stuffed another cookie into his mouth. “This is my first time in Paris!”
“Wally. You’ve literally been to space. Heck, you live there.” Amira said, giving him a smile.
“Amira.” He gestured at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. “Paris.”
“Don’t get too comfortable now.” Amira said, watching as the two arrived at the bakery. “Things will be bound to get odd.”
Oh the urge Wally had to laugh when the ground began to shake, causing Amira to groan.
“Are you sure you’re Lady Luck? Because it sure doesn’t feel like it. Ow!” Wally exclaimed when Amira punched his shoulder.
“Whatever you do, don’t leave the bakery, understood? In case you forgot, Justice League members are banned from stepping foot into Paris.”
“Except for me, because you love me too much.” Wally said with a smile, not noticing the pink dust on Amira’s cheeks.
“Whatever.” Amira grumbled, pushing Wally into the bakery before going off to face today’s Victim.
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Wally watched as Amira returned to her room, watching as she collapsed onto her bed, her Ladybird costume disappearing from her persona, Amira going back into wearing her red turtleneck shirt and black skirt.
“Magic. I would never understand.”
“Then don’t.” Amira said, though it came out muffled. “Do you mind writing something down for me?”
“Sure thing.” Wally said, watching as Amira turned over. He eyed the stack of sticky notes and grabbed it along with a pen. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Max. Dupont. My classmate who got upset because no one was available to test out his new game. Went by the name Gamer.” She said as she climbed down the ladder.
Now that she thought about it, wasn’t he the one who won a video game competition around a month ago? Or was it two?
“So what are you going to do with this?” Wally said, handing it to Amira.
She simply gave him a smirk, pulling down a hidden map, Wally taken back by the amount of information and theories on it. All of these tiny details were all connected to the center of the map, the photo of some old guy there.
“Data.”
“Wow. You know, you can give your father a run for his money.” Wally said, shouting a ‘hey’ when Amira elbowed him.
“I learned from the best, what can you expect?” Amira said, placing down the note on top of an already large pile of notes. “To think that even with all this evidence, it’s still not enough to go after my suspect.”
“What do you mean? Isn’t this enough? Judging from his schedule, he’s the perfect candidate to-“
“But he has alibis each time there’s an attack and even though it’s always the same alibi, it’s one nonetheless. Although it’s still not enough to convince me.”
“Elaborate.”
Wally was handed over a file, the title of it being the Bubbler. Reading through it, Wally noticed that he wasn’t affected by the akuma attack in the slightest while his bodyguard and assistant were.
“So you’ve noticed it.”
“How did he not get bubbled? He’s an adult!”
“The answer is simple. He avoids being harmed by being in cahoots with the Victim. You can even go as far as saying he’s an accomplice.”
“Or rather, Hawkmoth.”
“Bingo.” Amira scowled upon looking at Gabriel’s picture. “I just need one last thing to make sure I’m right. Otherwise, the evidence will go against me if I were to present it to him.”
Placing his elbow on her shoulder, Wally hummed.
“More evidence, huh? What do you think of breaking into-“
“Wally, no.”
“Wally, yes.” Wally responded before Amira smacked his shoulder, Wally simply laughing.
Amira soon joined in with a sputtering laugh, causing Wally to smile.
When was the last time the two of them laughed like this? To think moments like these could only happen like this…
Why did Jason have to leave them?
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Despite having just arrived from the latest akuma attack, Adrien was buzzing with energy.
He didn’t know LB knew how to play video games! And he certainly didn’t think Queen Bee wouldn’t know. What teen didn’t know how to play video games?
They’re so much fun!
Actually...When was the last time he had this much fun?
Walking around his room, feeling the energy bouncing within him, Adrien let out a gasp and a grin as he made his way to his bedroom door.
“Adrien, what are you doing?” Plagg asked, floating next to Adrien.
“Well, seeing as Dad’s off doing whatever it is he does, I thought I should explore the house for once.” Adrien said, peeping into the hall to see Pierre dozing off. Adrien has noticed that his father had been overworking his bodyguard ever since he came back from Gotham.
“Wait, how have you never-” Plagg started, only to stop when Adrien gestured his head towards the sleeping bodyguard.
“Pierre never lets me leave my room whenever Dad leaves, which is why right now is a pretty good time to do so.” With that said, Adrien sneaked into his father’s office, never realizing how empty it felt despite the clutter of fabrics in the room.
Adrien made his way towards the portrait of his mother, sighing as she looked back at him.
God how he missed her.
“Wow. Despite your father being the only one in this room, there sure is a lot of things here.” Plagg said, phasing through the different materials and boxes. “Sadly, there’s nothing but designs here.”
“Yeah.” Adrien huffed, about to leave the place when he remembered the thing he saw back at Wayne Manor. Walking up to his mother’s portrait, he decided to pull it when the frame came forward, startling Adrien.
“Hey! Destroying things is my thing, kit!” Plagg complained, watching as the portrait swung open a bit. “Oooo! A secret stash?” Plagg asked with wonder, watching as Adrien pulled the portrait forward, exposing a safe.
“Of course it would need a code.”
“Code? Who needs a code when you got me?” Plagg said with a smug, phasing through the safe and opening it up. “See? Easy as cheese!”
“Don’t you mean ‘easy as pie?’” Adrien said, looking at the things inside the safe. An old receipt, hotel flyer, a picture of his mother, a peacock inspired brooch and-
“No cheese, but this certainly looks familiar.” Plagg said, hovering about the book he was talking about. “It’s the book Master Fu has been looking for!” Plagge exclaimed, picking it up. “Oh the look on Sugar Cube’s face when she finds out I found it before her!”
“Sugar cube?”
“Tikki, LB’s kwami.” Plagg shortly explained before going up to Adrien’s face. “But we can talk about that later! We need to bring this to Master Fu n-”
The sound of the front door made the two jump, causing Adrien to quickly close the safe and place back the portrait. Eyeing a fabric box, Adrien quickly stuffed the book into it and swung the bag over himself.
Luckily, just in time.
“Adrien, what are you doing in here?” Gabriel asked, his eyes narrowed.
“My bag has a hole in it so I thought of asking you if I could get a new one. I came here, but I forgot you were out, but then I saw this bag and kinda liked how it looked.” Adrien showed his father the black leather messenger bag. “So, can I keep it? If you’re not using it, that is.”
Adrien waited for his father’s response, watching as his father still held his stoic face.
‘Please say yes, please say yes!’
“You can keep it.” Gabriel said, Adrien letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “As for your old one, bring it here so that I can mend it. Then you’ll have to bags to alter between.”
“Thank you, Father.” Adrien said with a bow before rushing out of the room, glad that things worked out fine.
“Now I just hope he doesn’t notice it’s gone missing.”
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Nightfall fell upon Paris, Ladybird sitting at the Eiffel Tower as she waited for a few people to meet up with her.
“-sure you don’t want me to-”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve been doing this for months.” Queen Bee heard Ladybird assure someone upon arriving at their usual rendezvous. She had never heard her call anyone before patrol. “If anyone should be worried, it should be me. I’ve been told you’re still recovering from a stabbing. When were you going to tell me that? And before you say anything, yes, it was Großvater.”
A stabbing? Just who was Ladybird talking to? “Oh, seems like someone is already here. I’ll talk to you later. Mach’s gut.” Ladybird put away her phone before turning to Bee. “You could’ve said something if you were here already.”
“Didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it seems like you were in the middle of catching up with whoever it was you were talking to.” Queen Bee approached Ladybird, looking out to see the same Parisian night she saw in the photo at Wayne Manor.
Pictures that showed a motherless little girl, raised by a billionaire father.
“I...I never met my mother...never go to know her either.”
A bit of her wished it was just a mere coincidence. A bit of her wished she was wrong.
“I was, but duty first.” Ladybird said with a smile, snapping Chloe from her thoughts. “Of course, we have to wait for Chat before we can go on patrol.”
Returning the smile, Queen Bee leaned against a beam. She had to get rid of this theory before it consumed her, before she found something she knew would get her in great trouble.
“Hope he isn’t stuck again playing video games, he had seemed to have enjoyed it when we were all stuck in Gamer’s video game.”
At that, the two girls laughed, the wind carrying their soft laughter until it merged with the city noise.
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FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.2 (spicyhoney)
Summary: Stretch isn’t running away, not really.
He took the bus.
Only to end up in a little town in the middle of nowhere, meeting unusual people, dealing with unexpected happenings, what the hell is going on in this place?
Content: Spicyhoney, Midwest Gothic
Note: Just as a heads up, I'd give this story a warning for mild horror and mild gore. None of our boys, but better to let y'all know!
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For the next week Stretch spent most of his time trying to figure out the method in the madness to Red’s store management. His first day of ‘training’ pretty much consisted of Red showing up long enough to demo the cash register and then shuffling off to the apartment at the back where he lived. Not that pushing a couple of numbered buttons was that complicated, but that wasn’t the only issue cropping up around here along with the local corn.
First of all, nothing in the shop was priced. All the items were recorded in a ragged notebook with coffee ring stains on the cover, where Stretch got to figure out if an item fell under the category of ‘toilet paper’, ‘paper, toilet’, ‘ass wipers’, or ‘shitty ass wipers’, all written in Red’s sloppy handwriting. The sheer number of items that fell under ‘ass’ and ‘shitty’ were staggering.
Turned out, the little store actually did a fair amount of business. Plenty of Humans stopped in to pick up one or two things rather than drive to the nearest Wally World which according to Granny Collemore, who Stretch was guessing was the unofficial town gossip, was better than a thirty-minute drive away.
“Don’t need to be driving an hour for a little bum tissue,” she bellowed happily, “shopping day is Sunday, we’ll stock up then!”
Stretch nodded as he rang her up, wincing away from her volume. He’d figured out pretty quickly that the old woman was stone deaf, but she didn’t seem to care if all she got was a smile and plenty of nods, so that was fine.
She handed over a wad of cash pulled from a little embroidered change purse that let out a puff of lavender so strong when she opened it that it overshadowed the store’s normal musty smell, hollering the whole time. By the time she left, Stretch knew enough about the local weather patterns to make a rain prediction and that the way someone named Pritchard was hamming on a pretty young’un Eloise meant they’d best they be married soon ‘fore it turned into a shotgun wedding. He nodded along with every proclamation, hurrying around the counter to open the door for her and ended up spending five minutes waiting for her to shuffle her way out, her bunny slippers leading the way.
But as she was leaving, she reached up and gave him a gentle pat on the cheekbone, her wrinkled hand barely able to reach. “You’re a nice boy,” she told him, too loud and with a pink, gummy smile.
Stretch was too startled to flinch away and only managed to mumble a thank you as she headed off into the growing heat of the morning, a hunched figure in a flowery dress and pink slippers, her bag of emergency tp bumping against her hip as she trundled along.
That was another thing. He’d thought that the Humans around here would be distrustful, even malicious, but that wasn’t proving to be the case. Aside from a little surprise when they first saw him, all the customers so far were small-town kindly. Kids came into the shop to raid the nickel-candy rack, their bikes left in piles outside as excited groups came roaring in. Mothers came in with babies wearing only their diapers, fanning themselves and laughing out their, ‘my, isn’t it a hot one today?’ as they bought a half-gallon of milk and some fresh apples to put in the bottom of their strollers.
No one in town seemed to care that he was a Monster past asking his name and maybe it was just ‘cause of Red being a skeleton, too. Could be that Granny Collemore was out there somewhere bellowing that the local shopkeeper had family visiting, who knew? It was sure different than he was used to. The general sentiment in Ebott about Monsters was resentment; over them taking jobs, enrolling in the schools, whatever it was, they didn’t want Monsters doing it.
It was…nice, he decided, to not have someone dislike him on sight.
That was how he spent his mornings. He worked in the shop, idly dusting, putting away the deliveries that a guy in the pickup truck and overalls brought in daily, and borrowing Red’s wifi to listen to soft music on his phone. The calls had trickled to only once a day and the glaring red alert number of his messages kept climbing.
Stretch didn’t look at them, only skipped right over to Spotify and the 'The Wedding Singer Divorce Special pt 2' playlist.
Red came in every day to relieve him at around two. He grunted out something that resembled a hello as he heaved himself up on the stool, leaning his cane against it as he pulled out a battered romance novel from beneath the counter. The creased covered did not in the slightest hide the young, scantily-clad woman caught up in a fiery embrace with her highland Lord.
“be back later,” Stretch said as he hung up his apron. Not that it mattered, wasn’t like Red was his dad or even a friend, not really, and he didn’t care when Stretch came home. A couple times they’d eaten together, takeout from the local diner that was imaginatively called ‘Mama’s’, not ‘Eats’, watched a little but that was it. His lack of idle chitchat was the complete opposite of Blue’s constant stream of chatter and after years of that, the silence was kinda disconcerting, but maybe not in a bad way.
Red didn’t even look up from his book, only pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket and pushed it across the counter, “pick up some beer at the station, wouldja?”
“sure,” Stretch said, almost grateful for something else to do. It was miles better than sitting the rest of the day in his little room with its faded, floral wallpaper where the air conditioning wasn’t quite able to combat the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. He’d done that once, the first day, and after that made a point of staying out of his room until sundown to give it chance to cool off.
The town itself wasn’t much more than a bunch of ramshackle houses. To the west were fields, the leafy tops of what Stretch was now certain was corn rustling in the wind. Off to the east, the landscape slowly went from flat plains to trees, their wilting leaves yellowing in the heat and ending in a wooded area that surrounded maybe half the town. Shame it was too far away provide much shade unless you went walking right into it. Main street consisted of a few other public buildings; a tractor store right up next to the thrift shop, a little one-room schoolhouse with an attached shed that served as the town library, the Sheriff’s office, and the movie theater.
On the outskirts of town there was also a bar, The Whistling Cow, its glowing neon sign a single point of orange light on dark nights. As much as Stretch wanted a drink, he stuck with filching beer from the cooler Red kept under the counter. Hanging around with strange, drunk humans usually didn't end well for him.
The movie theater was where he’d taken to heading after work. Someone with a sense of humor must’ve named the place, since ‘The Grandeur’ literally only had one theater and maybe thirty seats, if that. The proprietor ran the ticket booth and the concession stand, and in his threadbare uniform with its yellowing shirt, he looked a lot like Lurch's second cousin, once removed.
But he was a nice enough fella and it was a good way to waste some time. Even if the only movies showing were old black and whites, the popcorn was fresh, with real butter, and the added bonus of air conditioning. Besides, the Three Stooges were funny as shit any old day.
That was where Stretch was headed today; the afternoon showing only cost two bucks, then another for popcorn and he was set for a few hours. It was better than trying to get anything to tune in on the television in his overboiled room. With a lot of coaxing, he might manage to get a PBS channel, but there was only so much time a person could spend sweating their way through a staticky version of Sesame Street.
Stretch got to his seat just as the lights were going down, settling in with his popcorn. Before the movie there were a few cartoons, and it was kinda wild to get to see Steamboat Willy chugging along on the big screen again.
Today’s flick was an honest to bitsy silent movie and Stretch watched with a wide grin as Charlie Chaplin slap-schticked his way across the stage. There were a few other people in the seats, at least one of them snoring; probably only came to get out of the summertime heat.
But it wasn’t really the movie he was here for. Not today.
He’d seen her the first time he came. Sitting in the far back row, not that uncommon, some people liked to sit far away. No one else seemed to notice her and that wasn’t strange either. Normally even he didn’t pay much attention to anyone else in the theater, who did? So long as a person was quiet, made no ripples in the pond, no one saw them. Movies were for escapism, not to make new friends.
But this lady. To begin with, her clothes were about a century out of date, with her pink suit and matching pillbox hat, her white gloves, and whenever the house lights came up while they switch the reel, she vanished without even a shimmer of dust motes, only returning once the darkness did.
He’d been back three times so far and she’d been in the theater for every showing. Sitting on her own watching the flick, always in the same seat. This time, Stretch was sitting in the seat next to it. He munched his buttery popcorn and watched as Charlie Chaplin-ed his way through the movie. He didn’t have to wait long.
None of the Humans noticed. The black-and-white light coming from the screen was dim enough that anyone sitting in the audience was nothing but a shadow. Humans tended towards the unobservant side, anyway, none of them had to be as aware of their surroundings as a Monster did, especially one like Stretch with only 5 HP between him and dust.
Besides, there wasn’t any fanfare about it. One minute the chair next to him was empty and the next, a young woman was sitting there, her hands clasped primly in her lap as she looked up at the movie with rapt attention.
“like the movies, huh?” Stretch said, very softly. “always wanted to be an actor myself, but i don’t have the guts for it.”
Waste of a good pun, he didn’t even think the woman had a chance to notice he was a skeleton. She startled, one faintly translucent hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Stretch only munched on another piece of popcorn and let her gather her wits or ectoplasm or whatever ghosts had. Wasn’t like he had room to talk, the inside of his skull was as hollow as a drunken apology.
She settled quick enough and asked in a wispy little voice, “you can see me?”
Stretch slouched back and propped his sneakers up on the seat in front of him. “sure. it’s a monster thing. we see things that humans don’t, sometimes.” Or didn’t bother to see, Stretch wasn’t sure which.
“Sometimes they see me,” she admitted. “but they always run away.”
Yeah, Stretch couldn’t really blame them for that one. Humans weren’t used to ghosts, not the way Monsters were, and now that he was sitting up close, he could see the way she flickered a little, that pretty face sometimes flashing onto something else, half still pretty as a picture from an old magazine and the other a bloody ruin. There was a gaping hole on one side of her head, her blonde hair matted into dark clumps, and one blue eye stared out, unseeing. There were flecks scattered on the shoulder of her pink suit, chips of ivory, and Stretch knew enough about bones to recognize skull fragments. Another flicker and it was gone, only a pretty young Human woman looking back at him. The effect was a little off-putting, true, but it wasn’t like she could help it.
Besides, Stretch didn’t have to look. He was watching the movie.
“what’s your name?” he asked, softly.
She hesitated and he wondered if she didn’t want to tell him or if she didn’t know. Her eyes were large, absurdly long lashes sweeping against her cheeks as she considered. When she spoke again her voice was a little stronger, surer, “Doris.”
“doris, my name is stretch,” he told her, “and it is a pleasure to meet you.”
They sat together in silence for a little while. The music coming brightly from the speakers was as cheerful as a carousel, offering happiness and humor when she spoke again abruptly. “I know this is very forward. But. Could you do something for me?”
“maybe,” Stretch said, a little wary. Better not to make promises to unknown ghosts, they could get tetchy.
She smiled, a wry curve of lips as if she could hear his thoughts. “Your popcorn.”
He looked down at the paper cup in his hand, still half-full of buttery kernels. “you want some?” he asked, bemused.
She let out a whispery laugh, like a wind rustling through summer cattails. “No, but. Can I smell it?”
Oh. “sure.” He held the cup out and she leaned over it, inhaling deeply, or, well, looked like she did, he didn’t think ghosts actually breathed, but who knew? When she bent down twin ribbons of blood ran from both her nostrils, dark and slick. It didn’t drip into the popcorn, couldn’t, it wasn’t present in the same way the little carton was, but he felt his appetite fade. He still politely pretended not to notice.
She leaned back with a happy sigh and all signs of the blood were gone. “Thank you. I go behind the counter sometimes to smell it, but it’s not the same.”
“i bet. gotta be in a paper bucket or it ain’t right.” If she could go out to the concession stand, that meant at least she wasn’t stuck sitting in this one seat. Maybe it was just her favorite. “you get out much?” He jerked his head towards the door, “outside, i mean.”
“No,” She shook her head sadly, and her hair brushed her shoulders. “I have to stay in the theater.”
He nodded sympathetically. That was gonna make this a little harder, but not too much. He liked the movies, anyway. “yeah, it works that way sometimes. but hey, i’ll stop back in and see you again. if that’s okay?”
She brightened visibly, coming sharply into focus like a lens turned on a camera, until the chair behind her only barely showing through. “Would you?”
Now that was a vow he could make and Stretch sketched a cross over his chest with a finger and said solemnly, “i promise.”
Their chat must’ve been getting a little loud. Someone was turning around in the front seats. The room was too dark to see, but he didn’t have to witness a glare to feel it. Stretch slouched down in his seat and took the hint.
Hey, he’d made a friend. Well, most of one and it was the important part. A soul without a body was a lot nicer than a body without a soul, hands down.
Which made him wonder about the gas station attendant, because Mitch made Red seem like a warm, outgoing person.
The ancient artwork on the front window of the gas station showed a shiny, smiling attendant in a tidy uniform, his neatly cut hair almost hidden beneath his cap as he held up a dripping gas nozzle in offering. That guy must’ve gotten promoted out of state, because the only dress code Mitch followed was ‘fuck it, looks clean.’ Long, straggly hair poked out from his dirty baseball cap and, of all things, he was reading the New York Times, the business section.
His saving grace was that his disinterest in all customers was universal. Mitch was an equal opportunity kind of guy; he didn’t give a shit about anyone.
Stretch opened the door carefully so that the cowbell only gave a muted clang. He hesitated inside the door and decided to brave a question. Hey, he’d made one friend today, may as well push his luck. “you got any coffee on?”
It was a pretty safe bet, even as hot as it was. Coffee wouldn’t help with the sweat that was already dampening his shirt from walking over from the theater, but Stretch felt a little unsteady from meeting Doris. He could use a dose of caffeine to shore him up.
Mitch didn’t look up from his paper, but he jerked his chin towards the back wall. “Yep, but the only coffee I got is hot. Ain’t no ‘spressos around here, Slick.”
“Hot is fine.” He didn’t bother correcting him on the name. Started with an S, close enough, they’d be best pals in no time. The carafe of coffee smelled surprisingly fresh, considering that Mitch looked like he’d been holding that chair down for a few hours. There was a plastic basket next to the carafe filled with little coffee mate creamer cups. He added four French vanilla, carrying his murky coffee up to the counter with Red’s six-pack. Beer was one thing they didn’t sell at the store, no alcohol at all, something to do with the liquor laws in this county and Red not paying those skinflint jackholes for a license, not on his ass, thanks much.
He paid for both, picked up his change from where Mitch tossed it unhelpfully on the counter and went outside, fumbling out his smokes on the way.
Stretch sat down on the crumbling curb, drinking his coffee and smoking, letting the caffeine and nicotine wash over him in a twin, soothing rush. He’d been trying to cut down with his funds being on the uncertain side, cigarettes were a pricy vice, and he couldn’t bum any from Red the way he did the beers.
The sun was still high overhead pouring down the heat, coming up off the pavement in shimmery waves. Sweat was rising up on his bones, his t-shirt clinging damply to his ribs and spine. Somewhere nearby, he could hear children playing, the hollow thud of a basketball and their laughter carrying on in the still air. He didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, no one’s expectations to live up to.
When his cigarette was done and pinched out, Stretch climbed back to his feet and headed for the grocery to drop off the beers before they got warm. Again, he went easy on the door, keeping the bell to a faint rattle rather than a clang. It was only when he turned around that he saw the front counter was empty, Red’s book bent open on the counter but no skeleton around to pick it back up.
He set the beers on the counter, calling, “red?”
No reply and that was strangely ominous in a little store where even a short skeleton would be hard pressed to hide.
There was a long hallway in the back that led past a couple storerooms to the apartment Red lived in. He gave the storerooms a glance, just in case Red had a sudden urge to restock the sanitary napkin display, and wasn’t very surprised to find them unoccupied. He saw the door to Red’s apartment was open a crack like it never was and that cranked ominous up to sinister. The lingering sweat on his bones was chilling in the air conditioning, but that wasn’t the only reason a sudden shiver rattled him.
“red?” Stretch called weakly as he pushed open the door.
The living room was small with a ratty plaid sofa and a coffee table littered with beer cans and balled up chip bags, and standing in the center of it was a person who was not Red, not unless he got one hell of a growth spurt while Stretch was gone.
Once, Stretch would’ve just taken a shortcut out, right the hell to the Sheriff station down the road and never had he missed the skill more than when the guy-who-was-definitely-not-Red started to turn around. The instinct to teleport was still there even if the ability wasn’t, fizzling out with an aching pain right in the middle of his chest.
It was only a minor distraction and Stretch blundered over to grab a lamp from a side table, yanking the cord right out of the wall as he brandished it over his head like a club, yelling shrilly, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”
The guy turned around, looking back at him with deep crimson eye lights that flicked briefly up to the lamp before meeting his wild gaze. His voice was as smooth and dark as deep water as he stated coolly, “I believe that’s my question.”
Stretch could stare and the only coherent thought amongst the many tangled ones scrambling through his mind was only two words. Simple. Descriptive.
Oh, shit.
-tbc-
#spicyhoney#papcest#keelywolfe#underfell#underswap#underfell papyrus#underswap papyrus#underfell sans#underswap sans#welcome to backwater
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What are your feelings on Kyle/Jason/Wally. I kinda think it might happen if Kyle had a crush on both. Accidentally tells Wally. Teasing. Jason finding out. Jason and Wally overdramaticly flirting. Dick finds out and Kyle dying from the close proximity of both Jason/Wally Wally/Jason Jason/Kyle Wally/Kyle. And then Flirting/Showing off intensifying. Although I don't really know much about Wally or Kyle. ❤
RUBS HANDS TOGETHER
Hello? This is the greatest ask anyone’s ever sent me. Kyle is a lovey-dovey dumbass who falls in love after two seconds of knowing someone, so like. It’s real. It’s very real. He and Wally would’ve had their thing first? Because of their whole enemies to lovers arc in JL, except - because of that whole dynamic where they started off ragging on each other, I feel like they both would’ve been oblivious to their feelings. Add in a healthy dose of compulsory heterosexuality from Kyle, and yeah... the adults of the League have probably been waiting years for that ship to sail, except the babies just keep being oblivious dunderheads.
(Wally realized in his teen years that he’s not strictly heterosexual, because being on a team with Dick Grayson when you’re male tends to draw out any bent inclinations very, very quickly. It’s just. Kyle is the snot-nosed rookie too big for his britches. He’s a baby? He’s an infant. Wally is not attracted to an infant, wtf.)
And then Kyle goes off on his journey of self-discovery with Donna and Jason. Well, journey of self-discovery for him, because Jason’s ass and body and his devil-may-care tough guy attitude is the culmination of Kyle’s bisexual crisis. Seriously, countdown is basically Kyle going “ugh, that stupid hot sexy asshole is so hot and sexy around Donna, there’s no way she can resist him. Why is he attractive? He needs to stop. I’m going to fight him because he’s TOO HOT.” It’s incredible. If the writers weren’t cowards, countdown would’ve ended with them being in a triad.
Donna’s probably the one who points out that mayhaps... Kyle’s constant mooning over Jason might mean something different... and Kyle’s like wtf, no. And then he actually thinks about it, because Kyle’s one of maybe two (2) men in the dcu who has a semblance of emotional intelligence (idk who the other one is, but I’m sure he’s out there) (edit: it’s Connor. Connor Hawke. Connor is the other man. I was going to say Clark but Clark keeps going to extremes whenever he or his are threatened and. like. he tries, bless his heart, but there’s still a lot of repression going on with him) and he’s like wait. Fuck. Well what do I do with this information!! It’s not like Jason is into guys!!!
To which Donna just looks at him like, how are you so smart yet so stupid at the same time. She remembers how baby Jason mooned over Roy and Dick as much as he mooned over her. She Remembers.
(Also, lbr, Donna’s very experienced by now at dealing with dumb boys in denial about their non-het leanings. See previous statements about being on a team with Dick Grayson. She saw all of it, man. She’s seen so much.)
Cue Kyle, sitting bolt upright in bed after they’ve just wound down for the night and just saying, “Oh my god, Wally.”
And Donna’s just like, yup.
And Jason’s just like ? wtf is that asshole up to now. Whatever, idc, blissfully unaware of Kyle’s bi panic.
Anyway. The world is saved, and they get back to their Earth, and Kyle manages to put it aside because Everything Happens So Much. He’s the Green fking Lantern, okay, he doesn’t have time to deal with sexuality crises, except. Except. It won’t leave him alone?
Like, in his downtime he hangs out with Wally a lot since they’re friends, and oh yes, hello raging crush that he can no longer pretend isn’t a thing, because once Kyle acknowledges his attraction? That is it, man, there’s no turning back from that point. And ik that in canon, Jason threw a snitfit and left Kyle and Donna in the middle of their happy fun space adventure fieldtrip, but let’s say he didn’t have a sudden ooc personality turn because of writer mandate, and he stayed with Kyle and Donna until the end of their journey, and they stayed in touch.
And Kyle realizes, to his horror, that Jason is charming, and funny, and not bad on the eyes, and fuuuuck. This isn’t really helping his stupid dumb crush. Stupid dumb crushes. Goddamn.
(Sometimes Jason even joins him in his Space Adventures because of his new team. More specifically, Kori and her shiny new spaceship that can sustain humans in space conditions, and he is not jealous, shut up, Roy.)
(Roy caught on pretty quickly, because he’s much more empathetic and in tune with other peoples emotions than he pretends to be 90% of the time. Unfortunately, he only uses his powers for chaos.)
Ofc, Wally would start getting curious about Jason eventually because suddenly this kid is fucking everywhere? Dick’s calling on him for intel in the middle of a firefight, and he’s ragging on Roy’s atrocious dress sense, and he’s joking with Donna and Kyle’s giving him the same shit that he used to give to Wally, excuse me. Wasn’t he a villain or something? The last time Wally paid attention to him, he was sawing heads off in Gotham, and now Wally can’t seem to turn without tripping over him. When the fuck did that even happen?
(I’m not sure if Wally ever met Robin!Jason. Hm. Were Jason’s guest-appearances on the team during when Wally was pulling one of his stints of... I don’t WANT to be a hero, I want to be a NORMAL BOY who goes to COLLEGE, even though I literally re-created the Flash’s lab accident down to the letter just so I can have his powers and be a hero and save the world? ... ykw, we don’t acknowledge that era of Wally. This was back when he was a meninist incel or something. Ick.)
... and damn, Wally really can trip over him now, huh. Because he sure did grow up big, and strong, and rugged, and haha fuck now Dick is starting to glare at him, too, and not just at Roy, abort, abort.
...... Wally does attempt to subtly ask Roy, later, if there’s any truth to the statements about him and Jason and Kori that Roy says to Dick to get him all riled up. I say “attempt to” because Wally is bad at subtlety. It’s part of why he and Kyle get along so well. Roy realizes what he’s asking and he about has an apoplexy because Wally? Wally? Now there’s a surprise contender he did not expect, tossing his hat into the ring.
But also. Also... hot.
Roy and Kori are watching all of this while munching popcorn like damn, this is better than TV. Because Kyle’s having his crisis, his Love crisis, and Wally’s having his oh my god why do I find my best friend’s little brother hot crisis, and Jason is just happily oblivious to all of this, because he’s too busy angsting over his dad not loving him enough and dismantling trafficking rings and being the big, bad scourge of Gotham to notice Kyle pining after him like a lovelorn puppy, and Wally eyeing him appreciatively like he hasn’t eaten in a whole hour and Jason is a tender piece of marbled steak roasted on both sides to perfection. He does notice the way Kyle and Wally look at each other, though, because he’s only observant when it comes to the positive emotions of other people. And he is not stepping in the middle of that, tyvm, because from what Roy’s told him the two of them have a looooong history and he does not want to get caught in the middle of that crossfire.
Roy and Kori are both like, what makes you think it’s going to get messy, anyway? And Jason, whose real world examples of functioning relationships are 1. Willis and Catherine Todd, 2. Bruce and Selina, 3. Bruce and Talia, 4. Dick and all his exes, 5. Roy and all of his not-exes because he doesn’t date but people keep falling in love with him anyway and he panics and ghosts them because he is Roy William Commitment Issues Harper, 6. Kori and whatever the fuck she’s got going on with Dick and like, an ex? back on Tamaran? who she might still be married to?? what the fuck, 7. Kyle and Donna and their messy breakup(s)(?) (Jason doesn’t ask, because he Does Not Want To Know) (he’s too busy repressing to realize it’s half because of jealousy), is just like, that’s just how things go.
And Roy and Kori, both having mentally run through all of those ^ options while Jason was thinking of a response, are just like. ... yeah, alright, that’s fair enough.
God, every single relationship in DC is a mess.
Where was I even going with this?
Oh, right. Basically, Kyle is pining like a lovelorn idiot, Wally doesn’t know what the fuck he’s feeling and it’s making him confused, and Jason is ignoring his feelings because maybe if he just represses them hard enough, they won’t spill over and punch him in the face. Honestly, I see Wally making the first move, because his inadequacy issues don’t run as deep as Jason and Kyle’s do, and Kyle’s just like :D and Jason’s like, what the fuck. What the fuck? Because it literally blindsides him, even though it’s stupidly, painfully obvious to everyone else around him.
Either that, or Roy gets sick enough of watching their lovelorn pining, and employs Dick’s help to lock them all in a closet, naked, and fuck it out.
(Dick doesn’t actually disapprove of Jason sleeping with his friends, he just needs to get over his mental block of still seeing Jason as a baby)
Anyway. They’re all a whole-ass mess.
#holy shit this got long#also I just realized I didn't follow the scenario you suggested I'm sorry#them being Fucking Dumbasses pushed out the sexy fluff#hoodflash#jaykyle#flashtorch#jaykylewally#I'm just going to start listing three+ pairings alphabetically now#jason todd#kyle rayner#wally west#roy harper#kori#donna troy#ficlets#asks#bless you for this question#you know what I'm about#redtwomuch
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Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader-Imagine
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Flash.
“Woooo!” you grinned listening through the com link as Jesse and Wally were helping with a robbery. Harry had that constant frown and you just directed your gaze back to the two dots that were zipping after the car. They passed the car easily, forcing the criminals in the vehicle to pull up to a stop. “Alright, cuff them quick, remember don’t let him touch you. “ Barry instructed.
In a matter of seconds both criminals had no choice but to walk out of the cars. All three speedsters had them cornered.
“Mission completed. “ Wally said. You fist pumped. “We’re coming in.” Barry said. You pulled out your earplug, awaiting their arrival. You twisted your chair, ready to maybe get a bite to eat. Barry was probably carrying those guys to iron heights. “All in a day's work.” you spoke. When you looked back Harry was still leaned over the desk. You had a feeling you knew why.
“Hey Oscar, quit being a grouch.” he turned to you with an annoyed look.
“I don’t appreciate the nicknames you and Cisco insist on using on me.”
“Well maybe if you smiled once in a while we wouldn’t have too.” he just looked back at his computer.
“Stop worrying. Jesse’s a smart girl. She knows how to handle herself. She’s your daughter after all.”
A ghost of a smile made its way on his face. You and Harry never really got along, but every once in a while you would have moments like this. Honestly, you were sporting a huge crush on him. That’s why when he first came you made it your mission to avoid him. Whenever you did bump into him you gave him the cold shoulder.
You couldn’t trust him, and for good reason. After what happened with Eobard you told yourself you’d never trust anyone with that face again. Little did you know there was an entire multiverse of Wells.
Lucky you.
As time went on though, it was becoming harder to deny your growing attraction for the man. When you found out about his daughter, your wall slowly crumbled and you made any and all efforts to comfort him. The both of you still bickered though.
At that point you decided it was better to just give up on your feelings. He obviously didn’t feel the same way. And it didn’t make sense chasing after a man that had no interest in you.
With that thought you turned, exiting the cortex.
“Maybe I’ll stop by the store and get some beer.” you could tell it was going to be a long day. Might as well treat yourself with some booze and outdated movies.
~~~
“So what do we have today?” When you strutted into the cortex the next morning you were shocked to see no one there. Harry was the only one at his desk. He looked up, making a face when he saw you. You frowned. You were going to deal with this once and for all. You could deal with him not having feelings for you, but that didn’t give him the right to treat you like crap.
“Hey what’s your deal with me!” you demanded. He looked over, wondering if it was him you were yelling at.
“Excuse me?” you pointed. “Don't pull that excuse me crap, you know what I’m talking about. Ever since you got here you’ve treated everyone like the dirt beneath your feet. I allowed it at the beginning because you were a grieving parent, but your attitude still stinks, especially with me.” He slammed down his tool.
“I don’t recall being obligated to be a nice person. I’m not Ramon and Allen. I’m not here to be your friend. My only goal is to help with the new threat that’s it. “ you scoffed.
“You really are something else. I’m not asking you to be a saint. But would it kill you to wear a smile, or say good morning!!” he walked towards you like a lion approaching it’s prey. You almost backed down when he was standing right in front of you. He was staring you down, and all at once you seemed to lose the ability to speak. He towered you, blue eyes pinning you in your spot.
“Is there anything else you would like to get off your chest.” his voice was lower and you felt like the air had been smacked right out of you.
“N-No I-I..I uh..” somehow you forgot how to make actual sentences.
“I have no desire to be your crouch. Snow told me about your relationship with the previous Wells.” His words made you take a step back.
“W-What does that have to do with…”
“He broke your heart. Maybe it's your fault for being so naive. “ you felt a pang in your chest at his words. You looked up at him, eyes watering. You weren’t sure how, but at that moment Harry looked like he actually regretted the words he said. He looked down running a hand over his face.
“Listen that was..I didn’t mean it like that I just-” you didn’t want to hear his explanation.
“I think you’ve said all that you wanted.” you replied coldly. You tried to hide the tightening in your throat as best you could when you spoke.
“I won’t waste time trying to get close to another Wells. I should have learned my lesson the first time. “ with that you were gone. Upon your exit you almost crashed into Barry. He held you by the shoulders apologizing. When he saw your fresh tears he tried to find out the reason. You pulled away from him, rushing off. Barry’s eyes moved in Harry’s direction. He looked pissed.
“What did you say to (Y/N)!” he accused.
“You don’t have to lecture me Allen. I already know I messed up. “ Harry turned back to his desk. He wanted to punch himself.
~~~~
That night you were tucked in your bed, legs pulled to your chest. The memories of Dr. Wells, or Thawne for that matter replaying in your head. All the sweet words he said to you. How special he said you were. It was all a lie, a facade to ensure he accomplished his goal. You regret everything you ever felt for him. In some sick way Harry was right. If you weren’t blinded by your feelings for him maybe it would have been easier to see through him. Even when you found out about him you never wanted to believe it. But all the evidence was there, and when you confronted the man, when he was standing right in front of you, he never even looked sorry. He just wore that stupid smirk on his face. That sinister smile as he ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it in your face.
~~
“(Y/N). “ you cursed at the voice behind you. After your little spew with Harry you made it your mission to avoid him. You succeeded for about a week. Of course he was going to find you sooner or later. The person who called you wasn’t Harry though, it was his daughter. You turned to her, forcing a smile on your face. “Hey..” you said a bit awkwardly. You could tell by the look on her face that she wanted an explanation. “What’s going on with you and Dad. “ you were hoping she wouldn’t ask that. “Nothing, you know us we could hardly stand each other.”
She placed a hand on her hip. “Yeah, usually you’re going at it like an old married couple, but you haven’t talked in so long and dad he’s..he’s not acting like himself.” you were a bit worried. Then you remembered why you were angry at him.
“That’s not my problem.” you stated flatly. You knew it was mean, but he was the one that said those things to you. He had no right.
Jesse looked ready to say something, but the person you were dreading walked out from behind her and you suddenly felt like crying again.
He stepped forward and just as he opened his mouth alarms started blaring. You flinched and Jesse braced. “Someone’s in Star Labs!” she bolted out to scope out the threat and Harry moved closer to you.
“You can yell at me later. Right now just stay close.” he instructed. You nodded. As much as he made your blood boil, it wouldn’t do any good if a dangerous meta was loose and either of you got hurt because of a spat.
You followed close behind as he moved in the direction of the cortex. When you made it to the entrance Barry was putting cuffs on an unconscious Jesse. Harry ran over in a panic.
“Allen what the hell are you doing!!” Barry waved his hands about to explain. Caitlin was kneeling down, retracting the needle from the girl's skin.
“Those metahumans we took down last week. Somehow they got out of Iron Heights. I think one of the guards slipped up. One of them has manipulative powers.” He informed.
“They twist your view. Jesse thought we were the enemy. “ Caitlin added.
“I had to take her out before she could get hurt. I locked one of them up in the pipeline but the other is somewhere here. “ Barry interjected. He looked down at the computer, trying to pull up footage of the halls.
“Try right behind you.” you spun around just in time for him to press his hands on your forehead. A red light glowed in his palm, passing through your skin. Barry zipped forward, shoving the male away from you. The meta crashed into the wall, falling down and passing out from the force of the blow. Barry wasted no time, cuffing him quickly.
Harry looked over to check you. “Stay back Harry, she's been hit.” Caitlin advised. She had a syringe in her hand, unsure of how to administer the shot without provoking you.
“Give it to me, I could get close enough in a second. “ You turned to Barry and you screamed in terror. He looked back, shocked to see the level of fear in your eyes as you backed up against the wall.
“Please don’t hurt him I’ll do anything please!!” you were pleading. Barry approached, raising his hands to show you he didn’t mean any harm.
“Hey (Y/N). Listen it’s me Barry.” he pulled off his cowl, but that just triggered you more.
“Don’t hurt them Dr. Wells I’m begging you! Please don’t, I’ll do anything!!” Barry froze, he recalled you saying those words before.
“S-She’s..she’s reliving a memory.” he muttered in recognition.
Harry stared. “What do you mean by memory? I thought he just manipulates your concept of the present reality. “ Caitlin shook her head. “They morph reality yes, but reality for everyone is different. Some people see their friends as enemies. Others face a reality they can’t control. One they feel powerless in” Harry couldn’t believe it. The level of horror on your face hurt him. When he made that statement about Dr. Wells he knew he crossed a line. What he didn’t realize was the level of emotional damage Thawne actually did to you. You weren’t a meta. So when he attacked you couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch as he tried to kill your friends.
Harry took the syringe from Caitlin’s hands, storming over to your direction. He couldn’t see you like this. When he was standing directly in front of you your eyes widened and you tried to scramble away.
“D-DON’T!” Harry pressed the needle into your neck. It took a while, but slowly, your eyes started to lower. Just as you were about to pass out you looked directly at him.
“Harry..” you said softly. He smiled, removing the needle. He tossed it to the side, cradling you into his arms. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. You’re safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. “
Barry and Caitlin watched from the back, both a bit stunned by the level of care the man displayed when holding you.
~~
You groaned, holding your head as you tried to sit up. When you finally came to, Caitlin was right at your side with a smile.
“Look who’s finally up.” you gave her a weak smile, leaning against the head of the bed.
“I got socked by that meta didn’t I?”
“Affirmative.” she said cheekily. You just laughed. “Wow, my head feels like I got hit by a bus.” She jotted something down before placing a hand to your forehead.
“I think that’s my fault. I made that in a rush in case those metahumans got a hold of our speedsters. Unfortunately a shot like that does the trick but the dose isn’t really easy on regular people. “
“Noted.” you looked over, noticing Barry and Jesse standing at the door.
“ You really gave me a scare. How are you feeling?” Barry’s question made you shoot him a look.
“Sorry, I guess it was a stupid question. But hey at least we caught the guys.” you nodded.
“That’s good.” Barry was still watching you. “(Y/N), I just wanted you to know. What happened with Thawne..it wasn’t your fault. We know it hurt you maybe far worse than any of us.” you looked at him a bit taken aback. A shaky breath exited your lips. “Y-Yeah, you don’t have to worry about it. I'm over all that. It’s been months.” He shook his head.
“There’s no time stamp on how long those types of wounds heal. If you ever wanna talk, we’re all right here.” Caitlin and even Jesse smiled, agreeing with him. You gave another nod.
“Thanks guys, I appreciate it.” Jesse grinned.
“Of course, by the way. There is someone who’s just as worried. “ before you could ask you felt the wind blow your hair back. When she reappeared there was someone with her.
“Jesse I told you not to-” his complaints stopped when his eyes landed on you. She unhooked her arms and at that moment everyone started to make their exit. You turned to Caitlin with pleading eyes, begging her not to leave. She gave you a thumbs up, vanishing around the hall.
When it was just the two of you, you shifted back into the bed.
“Listen I-”
“I apologize.” Harry cut you off. You stared at him. Not sure if you heard him right.
“Wait..did you just say..” he stepped closer, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Him being so close made you readjust your position. You picked at the sheets nervously.
“I was unaware of how deep Thawne’s wounds scarred you. Then I made a comment that was uncalled for. I apologize.” you bit down on your lip.
“I’m sorry too.” you said finally. “It was childish of me to avoid you like I did. I should have just talked to you. The truth is you were right. I let my feelings dictate everything I do. The feelings I had for him and the ones I have for you.” Harry looked over at your words.
“I-I like you Harry.” you confessed. “Y-You look just like him so I told myself never to go down that road again. But little by little I couldn't help but be intrigued by you, attracted to you. I’m so stupid!” you said, fresh tears falling down your cheeks. Harry moved closer scooping you into his arms.
“Don’t say that you're far from stupid. “ you clenched your hands into his clothing.
“I am..I am the foolish one. I’m just as much attracted to you.” he whispered. You pulled back.
“W-What..” his hands rested on your cheek, wiping any evidence of your tears.
“I distanced myself because I thought you were only seeking solace in me to replace him. I was cruel to you because it was the only thing I could do to deny just how much your presence affected me. I’m completely and utterly infatuated with you (Y/N).” you swallowed. He was so close now. “If I haven’t already ruined my chances, I would like an opportunity to show you just how much I care about you.”
“Okay..” you mumbled. With the way he was looking at you now there wasn’t much you could say. His thumb traced the outline of your cheekbone.
Everywhere he touched felt like a spark to your skin. His lips met your own in a slow, hesitant kiss. It wasn’t much at first, just the innocent touching of lips.
After a few moments you wanted more. Your hands tightened their hold on his clothing as you tried to pull him closer. He complied, pressing you softly into the mattress. You sighed at the feel of him. Your hands slipped into his hair and he gave a soft appreciative sound. Your stomach twirled at the little noise. Your hands wandered, you hooked your fingers into the hoops of his pants, pulling. His hips thrusted into you and you gasped. Your lips disconnected and Harry continued pressing kisses to your skin as you tried to regain your breath.
“We should...probably...stop..”you forced out in between pants.
“Agreed, they could..walk in at any time..” he was still pressing heated kisses to your body. His leg moved between your own and you moaned, looking at him a bit startled. Harry smirked down at you. “Then again, I think I’ve been holding out too long. Something tells me you have too.” you gulped when you felt his hand travelling under your clothing.
“H-Harry..” you whined weakly. You whimpered when he squeezed your breast.
“I finally have you, I’m not sure I really want to stop..” he growled into you ear.
Someone clearing their throat made you both turn.
“Allen.” Harry said sharply. Barry looked uncomfortable, like he regretted even coming in.
“N-Nevermind, It can wait. “ he dove out of there faster than you’d ever seen.
Harry’s eyes fixed back on you.
“Now where were we.”
#eobard#thawne#loss#pastrelationship#fear#betrayal#harrywellsxreader#harrison wells#jessequick#barryallen#cisco ramon#trust#harrisonxreader#eobard x reader#trustissues#wallywest#criminals#metahumans#powers#powerlessreader
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Friendly reminders about The Flash⚡️
Things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀
✨Season 3✨
Flashpoint... oh gosh I used to hate this episode, I literally always skipped it but this time I'm gonna watch it you guys I promise😂
Nvm this episode might not be so bad, we get to see Barry all happy and with his mom and Dad and i-🥺
Omg do y'all remember in season 2 when Barry, Cisco and Harry went to E-2 to stop Zoom and Cisco said that he thought his doppelganger would be like a rich tech genius or sum like that... Not Cisco from flashpoint being a rich tech genius 🤭😃😂
Caitlin... She's a pediatric eye doctor🤭🥲😂 (flashpoint)
Wow wtf I had completely forgotten about Julian 😳
I swear I hate it when they mess so much with the timeline, I just can't keep up
West-Allen kiss count (approximately): 30😘
⬆️ approximately bc I might have messed up 😅
Wow I thought season 3 was all savitar, I did not remember alchemy
Rival, Magenta (portrayed by Joey King, we love her),ɹǝʇsɐɯ ɹoɹɹıɯ and top, monster, shade, plunder, abra cadabra
OK Y'ALL I JUST NOTICED THAT IN THE MAGENTA EPISODE *breathes in* Barry and Iris go on their first date and electric love was playing... The fact that that's the song used in the trend where you kiss your best friend seems rights
Jesse got her powers 😃 we stan Jesse Quick⚡️
CECILE AND JOE I-🥺
Bro HR 🥺
Julian really was a b*tch at the beginning of this season, but his accent tho🥴🤤🥵
That height difference between Cecile and Joe is what I need in life I love them 🥰
Iris is such a badass bro I love her
Savitar is apparently the Hindu god of motion 🤭
Killer frost episode 🤭😃 I love the fact that Caitlin got powers but I still felt so bad for her like she didn't want that, she didn't want to hurt anyone 🥺
She really said some pretty hurtful things to Barry, he messed up everyone makes mistakes 🥺
Barry tricking Killer Frost into turning back into Caitlin was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then when she wanted to apologize and Cisco just hugged her and Joe too i- 🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺 I think that was the first time when we saw Joe And Caitlin hug 🥺
Julian's such an ass bro he really forced Barry to quit and he really did just to protect Caitlin
Y'all ever get chills or just overall goosebumps whenever the music from the other shows start playing in the crossovers? No? Just me? Cool just wanted to know 😅
Felicity fangirling is me
Also Diggle throwing up every time Barry takes him from somewhere is hilarious or just him being done with anything that's not normal 😂
Bro supergirl I- 🥴🤩
NO AND THEN SARAH AHDHAHHAHAA she really said "it's kinda hot" (referring to Supergirl being a bad ass) when they were training lmao I cantttt
Cisco was getting visions of Dante, who was actually Savitar, and was manipulated into opening the box which brought Savitar out and really if it hadn't been for Caitlin, Barry and Wally would've been killed
DANG CECILE AND JOE JUST KISSED WOWWW😁
Their apartment i-
HR really got them a turtle named McSnurtle y'all i-
GYPSY
That scene where they told Joe that Iris was meant to die in the future was so🥺😞😩 I don't even know how to describe it
wally and Jesse were cute 🥺🥰🤌
Cisco and Harry were kinda mean to HR🥺
Grodd just tried to kill Joe and Harry and Cisco came up with a way to see into Grodd's memory through Joe and Istg Joe's face lmao, he's just so done with everything 😂
Dang Grodd's plan really was to kill everyone with nuclear missiles by controlling that military guy and Barry had to try every password combination to stop it just like he did in season 1 or 2 (idk lmao) when he was helping Snart and his father with a robbery
Y'ALL BAHSHHHAHAHA I love GYPSY she really just straight up kissed Cisco and went like "even if I did [like you] you couldn't handle me"
AND CISCO was all like "I'll marry that woman"😩😳😂💀
BARRY DID NOT JUST PROPOSE
Y'ALL WHAT I THOUGHT THIS WAS WAY LATER
I love that scene where they tell everyone 🥺
Bro why was Barry always so mean to Wally like I know he was stressed out about Iris but bro it wasn't Wally's fault 🥺
OMG JULIAN JUST KISSED CAITLIN🥺 they're adorable
Wally did watch Iris die
Jesse moved to E-1 when she was dating Wally for a bit and she stayed at Joe's house with the both of them
Savitar used The Greek myth of Atla to explain why he needed Wally to get out of the speed force ➡️ Atla can't let go of the sky without having someone take it from him.
Ok so by taking a part of the philosopher stone before it was thrown into the speed force, Caitlin technically kept Savitar from coming back. So if Wally hadn't had those visions where Savitar manipulated him into throwing that little piece of rock into the speed force... He wouldn't have been able to escape
That was kinda hard to explain. Idek if it made sense I'm sorry y'all I'm not good with words 😂
I love Harry 🥺
NOT EDDIE IN THE SPEED FORCE 😳
Ok y'all but whenever y'all watch it or rewatch it, there's this very cute and funny scene in S3 E16 min 17:00 between Caitlin And HR where she takes away his drumstick and he just takes out another one but it's very adorable because they keep messing around🥺
Bro the speed force was really being b*tch to Barry when he was trying his best to save everyone and change the future 😩😞
And Jesse was so mean to HR on Ep16🥺
Jay saved them 🥺
Ok relationships are so confusing wtf
THE MUSICAL EPISODE, MON-EL, SUPERGIRL OMG ITS BEEN A WHILE WTH!! Imma rewatch supergirl too😃
Melissa Benoist is so gorgeous 🥴🤩
The way Barry looked at her when she was singing I-
I love their friendship but I kinda ship them too🥺
OH I REMEMBER! this guy was trying to teach them a lesson about love, because they were both having relationship problems
He was also on glee. THE 3 OF THEM! I-
Darren Criss, I didn't know his name
I love this episode
Cisco and Winn And Malcolm singing and dancing, this couldn't get better
Omg I would love to see a Winn-Cisco-Felicity trio. I feel like they would work so great together 😁
IRIS AND MON-EL well actually Tommy Moran and Millie
Their fathers being gangsters is hilarious and their accents 😂
Everyone's facial expressions when John revealed that he was also an Alien 😂
Millie having 2 dads and those being Stein and Joe is great lmao although I never knew if it was because they were hay or it was more like Barry's situation 😂
JOE AND STEIN SINGING AND BARRY IN THE BACK Y'ALL IM🤭🤩🥺
I never thought I needed this 🥰
THEIR DUET IS COMING VDXHSBFVDHA
THEY'RE DANCING 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
This is officially one of my favorite episodes 😃
When they got shot they were very worried for each other and I just love their friendship
HE'S ABOUT TO PROPOSE, HE'S SINGING AHHHHH
COME RUNNIN HOME TO YOUUU 🎶🥺
I really liked how in the episode where Caitlin gets hurt when Abra Kadabra throws a bomb, Julian's the one to operate on her and Iris is right there with him trying to help out, even though they weren't truly friends until later on it shows that they're all really a family
And also Wally and Barry carrying her to the room 🥺
Also the fact that it was Caitlin guiding Julian through her own surgery shows how strong and amazing she is I love her 🤩
Caitlin (killer frost actually) is the 1st to know who Savitar is
BRO CECILE JUST TOLD JOE SHE LOVES HIM AND HE DIDNT- this got too ~umconfy~
Bro killer frost's outfit is pretty hot 🤩
Cisco was afraid of killing Caitlin on accident and that's why he didn't shoot her whenever they were trying to get her🥺
"She's my best friend... And I'd rather it be me than her"
I love him. And I love their friendship.🥺😞
BAHSHAHHA do y'all remember when they erased Barry's memories?
He's hilarious
JAHSHAHAJAJ and now they left him alone with Wally who told him they're basically brothers AND BARRY STRAIGHT UP GOT HIS HAND OUT OF HIS POCKET AND LOOKED AT HIS SKIN COLOR I-
Barry loved anime
He's so happy without his memories, he's gone through so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Snart prevented Barry from killing King Shark
HR and Tracy 🥺
The way HR blamed himself after he told Savitar where Iris was and the fact that he does end up saving her at the end is...🥺
Bro I felt really bad for Savitar later
But then he betrayed and 🙂
And now Barry just left
I swear I hated this cliffhanger sm
Cause whenever I started watching it this was the last season and I-
Also Iris killed Savitar
#the flash#barry allen#iris west#savitar#the speed force#Tracy brand#HR#Joe west#wally west#Cisco ramón#gypsy#killer frost#Caitlin snow#Julian Albert#just finished it#about to start season 4 😫
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What do the JL think of Bette? Specifically Barry, Hal, Clark, Arthur, Ollie, and Diana
I very much love that you included two of my favourite characters here.
Barry:
Bette spent many of her formative years in Gotham, so you can bet your ass that this girl is ACAB
Now, I don’t know if you’ve been called a bastard by a thirteen-year-old in a red dress, but Barry Allen has
Life-altering experience
He spends an hour asking Bruce what he did wrong, why does Bat-Girl hate him? He hasn’t even spoken to her yet what could he have done
And Bruce just... the fun explanation that she hates all cops. Instantly. Oh you’re a CSI that must be fun, it doesn’t matter, it’s already on sight for you
Like, okay, in Gotham? Pretty much every cop is dirty. Gordon, Montoya & Bullock are the only ones that Bette knows aren’t & she still doesn’t really trust them
So she’s not gonna be particularly nice to Barry Allen & Bruce literally has to tell her to behave
(Kathy is very amused by it all)
There’s a moment where Barry thinks she just hates speedsters, but then she & Wally seem to be getting on great. Like, Kid Flash is awesome, cool fast guy. Flash is a cop & therefore she cannot trust him
Bat-Girl: I can respect you as a hero but I do not like you as a person
So, yeah, Barry’s, uh, iffy on her. He’s sure she’s a great hero & she seems nice to the others, but he’d really rather not work with her, even when she’s Flamebird/Hawkfire. Especially when she’s Flamebird/Hawkfire, then she’s got tasers & flamethrowers
Hal:
Very different from how she interacts with Barry
Mainly because she first meets Hal after Kathy’s died & she goes to Coast City as part of her whole ‘run away from her emotions’ thing
She’s always loved the beach & Coast is supposed to be so nice. Plus, they’ve got Green Lantern; they’re not gonna need her to suit up, are they?
And then there’s an incident with Manhunters & like, Hal’s got this handled, no doubt about it, but also, Bette is impulsive & has a massive hero complex & yes she does suit up & help out. She does it because it’s right, because she’s angry, just because
But Hal kinda freaks out? Because she’s a kid and yeah, that might fly in Gotham where Batman can keep an eye on her, but oh god, what if he was fighting Sinestro? That’s low key terrifying to him, he doesn’t wanna put a kid in danger
He’s still good with kids. Like, that’s canon, he’s just good with them. So he & Bette do get along & after he gets over the initial ‘please do not fight mass murdering robots you need adult supervision & idk if I qualify for that’, they do actually spend time together!
Mainly because Hal isn’t too comfortable letting a teenage vigilante who just experienced a massive lost be alone & honestly? He’s right. Like, Kathy has just died & Bette threw herself into an extremely dangerous fight... red flags all around, my dudes
So they do work together while she’s in Coast. She only stays a few weeks before she moves on, but she does kinda like Green Lantern?
And the feeling’s mutual. They don’t really keep in contact but Hal keeps an eye on the news to make sure she’s okay & not, uh, dead
They don’t actually meet face to face until a dumb Justice League party years later & then they discover that Bruce finds Hal annoying... he finds the concept of Bette & Hal even being acquaintances annoying... he’s given them the ultimate weapon. Bruce Wayne goes grey earlier and it’s because Hal & Bette spend an entire night pretending that they went on a massive space adventure, full of danger & peril, solely to drive up his blood pressure
Hal doesn’t look into her identity all that much, but thinks she’s fun. Anyone who annoys Bruce for fun is cool in his book
(And I know this is supposed to focus on his feelings about her but consider: Bette meets the Green Lantern of Coast City & he lets her stay in his shitty rundown apartment. Everything that can go wrong for him seems to, but he’s still there, making jokes and saving people and doing the right thing. His willpower keeps him going, even on the darkest of nights and maybe, just maybe, Bette’s stubbornness picked up a little bit of inspiration for somebody along the way)
(And maybe, maybe, she joins the fight against Parallax and realizes just how far her heroes can fall)
Clark:
Um, well, I absolutely headcanon that Clark gave Bette the name Flamebird. Like, told her the story, made a series of not-so-subtle mentions that she should take up the name...
So, yes, Clark knows Bette
She’s Bruce’s cousin, after all, and he’s his best friend. Of course, their paths would cross, especially with how often Clark seemed to work with Batman & Robin when they first started out
He’s worked with her a lot when she’s Bat-Girl & every single time, Bette is starstruck because oh my god, that’s Superman, she’s talking to Superman, she’s working with Superman
He tells her the legend of Nightwing & Flamebird when she’s a kid & she loves the concept of Flamebird. She’s only twelve at the time, but something about it clicks with her
And when she gives up on being Bat-Girl, but is still determined to be a hero, he suggests Flamebird
(Bette absolutely tears up at this)
They don’t really work together when she gets older, except on big, world ending disasters that require the entire Justice League’s attention, but he still sends her one of Ma Kent’s apple pies for the holidays
Clark’s just the cool uncle from when was younger
She stills freaks out a little every time he talks to her, though
She’s never gonna get over knowing Superman
Arthur:
It took me a while to think about this but, yes, Arthur likes Bette
Mainly because Bette is a friend of La’gaan’s. That’s pretty much how he knows her
He doesn’t even know she’s a part of the Batfamily for years, because she’s always seen with the Titans
So, like, he doesn’t really know her that much, but she’s a good friend to one of his sidekicks & La’gaan’s already made passing mentions to crashing at her & Gar’s place, so. Yeah. She got Aquaman’s seal of approval
Though Arthur is always gonna be entertained by how much teasing Flamebird is allowed to get away with. Most of the League may not be aware of her Special Cousin Privilages, he isn’t either, but it’s absolutely hilarious to see her tear into Batman at random
11/10, good friend to La’gaan, very entertaining. Would be better if she could keep a goldfish alive
Ollie:
Okay, so, Ollie is, like, shown to be nicer to the younger heroes, Kyle excluded because he’s dating his son, so she’s gonna be nice to her. Or, at least, Ollie nice. Hm.
He thinks she’s way too small when she first starts out because even when she’s eleven, Bette still looks like she’s nine, but she’s got two heroes looking out for her & with a kid sidekick of his own, he’s not in a place to judge
Aside from one poor team-up between Green Arrow & Speedy and Batwoman & Bat-Girl, where Ollie & Kathy absolutely butted heads, oh my god, they’d hate each other, he didn’t see much of her. He works in Star, she works in Gotham, when are their paths gonna cross
While she works less with most Leaguers the older she gets, she actually ends up working more with Ollie when she’s older
Mainly ‘cause she’s friends with Roy & Cass may be friends with Connor, but that doesn’t mean she can drive so sometimes she’ll get Bette to bring her to Star
Which is honestly what Ollie knows her most as: Batgirl’s older sister who’ll lend a hand whenever she’s in Star
She’s good with kids, efficient & a little showy, but he really can’t judge that last part. Got Roy & Dinah’s stamp of approval, though, & that goes a long way with him
They never, like, exclusively work together, but she’s good to call on in an emergency
He did do a double take when she called Deathstroke ‘uncle’ though because... well, look, at Flamebird. Now look at Deathstroke. Do you see his confusion? It only grows when Slade lets out the most exasperated sigh, mutters something about how he wishes he could kill her without Addie getting mad, and then Bette sticks her tongue out to him & makes some joke about the shitshow he married into
Well. At least his family will never involve Deathstroke
Diana:
Diana gave Bette the shovel talk
This is when DonnaBette is happening & close to figuring out each other’s identities & probably the biggest hint for Bette is Wonder Woman flying down to tell her that if she breaks Wonder Girl’s heart, she’ll have her to answer to
So. Diana’s first impression of Bette is Flamebird having an anerysm on a rooftop in Gotham because she just realized she’s dating Wonder Girl
The absolute dumbassary of DonnaBette, unparalled
Diana likes Bette, thinks she’s probably a great person, but it is her legal job as Donna’s big sister to make it clear that if anything happens to her baby sister, it means war
They end up meeting later, after Donna & Bette have had their mutual break-up, when Diana is working with Kate & Bette is still unable to form a full sentence. Wonder Woman oh my god, oh my god, her brain doesn’t work that’s actual literal Wonder Woman oh my go-
Bruce did later let it slip that after the Maxwell Lord incident, Bette was 100% on Wonder Woman’s side, which she honestly didn’t expect, but eh. Bette’s not as big on the whole no killing as her cousin
Diana mainly knows Bette in the capacity of her being Donna’s girlfriend
Definitely prefers her to some of Donna’s other partners ie Terry because I don’t csre what anyone says, that relationship was trash & I will not pretend that miss Diana Prince was okay with her nineteen-year-old sister dating a divorcee in his thirties that was also her professor
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Ideas I have to write/draw someday if possible
Just a list of things I did by putting together several prompts lists, All prompts lists are prompts that I reblogued, so credits to their authors (my internet is too slow to get all the links at the moment, I put the links later) all of this is what i plan to one day write/draw or maybe to ask as requests ( @aliasimagines, I'm looking at you 👀)
- Write all the arcs of the Arkham Knight fanfic
- Write fanfic reader as part of the Titans. (I don't know if I do her with powers or not.)
- Write fanfic where the reader is a super heroine, and after the death of her tutor / teacher (?) Batman is her new tutor
- Maybe, just maybe, make a fanfic in the universe of young justice (Maybe the reader together with Wally?)
- Writing Scenes/imagines/headcanons: (not all necessarily with Jason)
- "Can you love me even if I’m the Red Hood?" “Do you hate me?” "I could never hate you, Jason"
- First date
- Babysitting together
- Waking up together
- Bruises / scars
- Jealous
- Wedding
- Married life
- Pregnant
- As father
- Prom at Wayne Mansion
- “I love you, please don’t go.”
- “Stay here tonight.”
- "You make everyday worth living."
- “I’ll keep you warm.”
- “I’m never letting you go.”
- “You meant too much to me.”
- “Don’t you trust me?”
- “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
- “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
- “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
- “What the hell were you thinking?!”
- “Here, let me help you.”
- “I care about you.”
- “You haven’t lost me.”
- "Don’t cry.”
- “You make me feel safe.”
- “You’re always on my mind.”
- “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
- “Dance with me.”
- “Why are you crying?”
- “Nothing is wrong with you.”
- “You make me feel alive.”
- “Who cares about what they think?”
- “I’m not going anywhere.”
- “Tell me what’s wrong.”
- “I am home.” “What happened back there?”
- “That’s not gonna happen.”
- “Why me?”
- “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
- “What are you doing?”
- “You’re not alone.”
- “We’re meant for each other.”
- “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”
- “Just breathe, okay?”
- “When I’m with you, I’m happy.”
- “Going somewhere?” "Momma here knows everything kiddo" “Don’t lie to me.” "What do you think your dad will do when he know this?"
- “You’re so adorable.”
- “I’m better, now that you’re here.”
- “I could never forget you.”
- “You’re more than that.”
- “I won’t lose you too.”
- “Come cuddle.”
- “Can’t you stay a little longer?”
- “I can’t do anything right.”
- “Why are you awake right now?”
- “Why are you lying to me?”
- “Is that blood?” “…..No?”
- “Nobody’s seen you in days.”
- “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
- “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”
- “Leave! Me! Alone!” (cheating…. maybe?)
- “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?"
- “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
- “You are always so beautiful”
- “OH you’re jealous!”
- “Can we stay like this forever?”
- “He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”
- “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
- “I missed you so much.”
- “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
- “Give me attention.”
- “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
- Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing
- Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.
- Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted
- “Good morning, beautiful/handsome”
- Secret relationship
- Fake dating AU
- “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”
- Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast
- Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”
- Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles
- Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous
- Overhearing they have feelings for you
- Taking care of the other when sick or injured
- “don’t be shy”
- “I need you.”
- “You’re my family.”
- “I care about you.”
- "Can I join you"
- “This isn’t fair!”
- “Come with me.”
- “That’s sweet.”
- “You look great.”
- “Let me help you.”
- “Are you okay?”
- “Do you like it?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- “They didn’t deserve you.”
- “I trust you, do you trust me?”
- “I’m here if you need to talk.”
- “How do I look?” just the way you are, the way you aaaaaaare (sorry, I remember this song, I couldn't avoid)
- “What is this about?”
- “You look like hell.”
- “I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
- “What you did was stupid.”
- “No. You listen to me.”
- “You’re a terrible liar.”
- “It’s not safe here.”
- “You should leave.”
- “I’ll keep you safe.”
- “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
- “You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
- “I’m only here to help.”
- “You think that this is easy for me?”
- “I hate seeing you like this.”
- “I don’t like you…. I love you.”
- “I don’t want you… I need you.”
- “What are you doing here?”
- “It’s okay to cry.”
- “You deserve better.”
- “You’ve changed.”
- “You always find a way to surprise me.”
- “You have no idea.”
- “You did what you had to do.”
- “I wanted to apologize.”
- “It’s just you and me.”
- “I’m just looking out for you.”
- “Why didn’t you tell me?”
- “Oh come on.”
- “No one is perfect.”
- “You’ve been quiet.”
- “I’ll always be there for you.”
- “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
- “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
- “I’m not leaving.”
- “Don’t worry about it.”
- “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
- “You believe me, don’t you?”
- “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
- “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
- “Why are you so nice to me”
- “We’ll get through this, I promise”
- “You’re mine. I don’t share”
- “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
- “Is that my shirt?”
- “Please come home, I miss you”
- “You’re so fucking adorable”
- “Cuddle me.” “You’re lucky you’re cute”
- “Could you do me a favour and be my model?”
- “You can’t stay in bed all day.”
- “You called me, remember?”
- “I don’t like the way they look at you.”
- “It’s too early for this.”
- “If you don’t rest, you won’t get better/heal.”
- “Hey, are you still awake?”
- “Thanks for cheering me up.”
- “How could you do this to me?”
- "It’s only 2 A.M..” “It’s 2am. Go back to sleep.”
- “Get your hands off of me!” “Get away from me.”
- “Please don’t go.”
- “They can’t hurt you anymore.”
- “No one is perfect.”
- “What happened last night?”
- “Why am I not shocked?”
- “I don’t wanna be alone right now.” “I promise I’ll always be there for you. No matter what. You’re not alone anymore.”
- “I don’t know how to look you in the eye after the things I’ve/you've done.”
- “I hate watching you do this to yourself.”
- “I haven’t been okay for a long time.”
- “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”
- “I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.”
- “You’re one of the most important things in my life.”
- “If you’re so bored, I have other ideas on how to pass the time…” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- “They’re wrong about you.”
- “I can make you some tea or something? Read you a story. Lie down in bed.”
- “I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”
- “Cover me in badges of your love.”
- “My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”
- “I’m really happy that you’re here with me.”
- “I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”
- “You’re adorable, and I can’t believe I have you all to myself.”
- “I don’t like when you say things like that. To me, you’re perfect.”
- “You make me want to become a better person.”
- “I think it’s adorable how easily you blush.”
- “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.”
- “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”
- “I love you, not them.”
- “Am I not good enough?” / “I’m not good enough.”
- “I know you didn’t mean it, but it still hurt.”
- “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
- “i fucking love you” “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober”
- “of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it.”
- “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”
- “Did you just slap my ass?” / “Actually, I firmly grasped it.” / “Did you just quote Spongebob?”
- “Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?”
- “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!”
- “Can you please go sit in another room or something? I can’t concentrate with you around.”
- “Please help–there’s a spider on the wall outside my room and it won’t let me leave.”
- “Ohmygod, I’m in love with an adult man-child.”
- “I get that you’re taller than me, but does that really require you to steal all the blankets? I’m cold.”
- “Hey–my eyes are up here, you perv. No, I don’t care that we’re dating–it’s still rude.”
- “Uh–why am I wearing your shirt? I think it looks good on me?”
- “I heard you say my name in your sleep.”
- “You’re too good for me.”
- “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”
- “Are you seriously still listening to this song? I was gone for four hours!”
- Art:
- Hand holding
- Napping together
- First meeting
- Tall carries smol
- Flowers
- Fight together
- Slow dancing
- First kiss
- Couples cosplay
- Dorky pictures
- To do some au's maybe…
- 80s AU
- Medieval AU
- Apocalypse AU
- Beauty & the Beast AU
- Musical AU
- Pirate AU
- Arranged Marriage AU
- Royalty/Servant AU
- Soulmates AU
- Hogwarts AU
- Wonderland AU
- Fallen Angel AU
- Robin Hood AU
- Circus AU
- Actor AU
- Forbidden Love AU
- Parent AU
- Wild West AU
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The Flash - ‘We Are The Flash’ Review
“Now it ends.”
We’ve reached the culmination of the season-long march towards the iconic image of Barry sitting in The Thinker’s chair. You didn’t have to be a comic buff to see that coming. You just needed to spend five minutes on the Internet once The Thinker was named this season’s Big Bad. Was it worth the wait? I think so.
I’ll be honest. My first response to the finale was disappointment. After last week’s cold open I was so hyped, I don’t know if anything could have lived up to my expectations. The idea it took all of Team Flash to the defeat The Thinker was a given. I originally thought (and hoped) it would be a combination of the gifts and skills they brought to the table but I should have known better. If that was the case they could have defeated him at any point in the season. It made far more sense for it to be the strength of Team Flash’s emotional bonds.
As DeVoe’s intellectual abilities grew, his emotional awareness deteriorated to the point where emotions no longer figured into his calculations. This left him vulnerable and thanks to his increasing hubris, oblivious to those vulnerabilities. Thus we have the final confrontation. Barry traveling into DeVoe’s mind in search of the last shred of goodness based on Marlize’s belief that part of the man she married still lives in The Thinker. Wrong. He literally killed that part of himself in the mistaken belief that aspect had no value.
Yet her theory was sound. There was still goodness there. It was just in the form of Ralph Dibny. His willingness to sacrifice himself to save Barry completed his redemption arc and confirmed him as a hero. In addition to everything else this episode accomplished, it solidified Ralph’s position as a member of Team Flash. His actions, along with the others, led to The Thinker's ultimate defeat. And the name of the episode.
Cecile has become more than just Joe’s loving partner and the mother of the latest addition to his growing brood. Over the season she has become the mother that Iris and Barry never had, a friend and confidant to Caitlin, and a full-fledged member of Team Flash. Cecile's telepathic abilities from her bond with her unborn child are the literal representation of those connections. It granted her the power both to connect with the other members of Team Flash and enabled her to be the conduit Barry needed to link to DeVoe’s mind.
Joe’s love for his family gave Joe the ability to resist DeVoe’s mental control. While it wasn’t enough to stop DeVoe, it was proof of the power of love. Just as Barry’s love for Iris was what enabled him to hide his thoughts for his final mental showdown with The Thinker.
The sheer amount of narrative ground covered pushed Cisco’s story to the background but his relationship with Harry has been one of the highlights of the season and it was paid off here in both his vow not to lose anyone else and his heartbreak at learning that while his friend had been saved, Harry’s brilliant mind was lost forever.
Caitlin’s journey this season was more about coming to terms with the darker and lighter parts of herself and integrating this new version within Team Flash. Yes, I know that Killer Frost and Caitlin are separate identities. However, since they resided within the same body and Caitlin came to the conclusion that she is incomplete without Frost, I think my argument is valid. Besides, is there anyone who thinks Frost is gone for good?
Which leaves Harry. Harry thought of his intelligence as a force for good. The means of keeping Team Flash safe from any who would harm them. However, he was not devoid of hubris and his arrogance could brook no intelligence greater than his own. This led to more and more reckless choices culminating in the loss of that intelligence. In a reverse image of DeVoe, as his intellect dwindled his emotional intelligence increased. And at several crucial moments, it was his emotional awareness that ultimately allowed him to succeed in protecting his team despite the exorbitant cost.
The idea Harry’s sacrifice would be the cost necessary to defeat The Thinker made narrative sense though logistically problematic. Given their love for Harry, he would always have a place with Team Flash whatever his intellectual shortcomings. Unfortunately, those shortcomings limited his narrative contributions which led The Powers That Be to have their cake and eat it too. Marlize’s cure restored Harry’s personality but not his intellect. This saves a beloved character and leaves open the possibility of him returning and/or regaining his intelligence at some later date while not entirely negating his sacrifice. Unfortunately, it also undercuts the power of that sacrifice.
The Powers That Be made multiple unexpected choices. Chief among them appearing to resolve the war with the Thinker in the first half hour and leaving the rest as a prologue to next season. However, this year’s focus on the bonds forged by family and friends also serves as the setup for the next. Both in terms of how Killer Frost intersects with Caitlin’s father and Barry and Iris’s daughter Nora.
No episode is perfect and finales have the additional burden of tying up all the threads of the past season. That said, I thought this was a fitting end for one of the Flash’s better Big Bads and it left me with enough questions to torture me over the long hiatus. Success.
4 out of 5 world-saving sonic punches
Parting Thoughts:
Barry might actually solve cases as Barry next season. It looks like the Mayor had a change of heart and he’s getting his job back.
They did a much better job of making me care what happened to Harry then last year’s finale. Or was it simply the product of knowing Harry longer than I knew HR?
After his misogynistic introduction I was surprised both that I missed Ralph, and that I’m looking forward to seeing him next year.
And while I know they aren't going in this direction, shouldn't Ralph have all the abilities The Thinker stole from the other metas?
I don’t know what pleased me more. Seeing Wally back in the bosom of his family. Or, the acknowledgment that there is no place for him with Team Flash. He’s a good fit over on Legends.
My suspicion that our mystery girl was Barry and Iris's daughter proved true, although I thought she'd be Dawn from the comics.
Quotes:
Iris: “What do you see?”
Barry: “Nothing.”
Cisco: “A little vague for the viewers at home. What do you mean, ‘nothing’?”
Cisco: “Everyone chill. It’s not like Cecile is going to lose her powers if she has this baby. Cecile’s going to lose her powers if she has this baby? Won’t that leave Barry stranded in DeVoe’s mind?”
Marlize: I’m afraid so.
Cisco: “Information you may have wanted to share, like, way before now!”
Cisco: “I won’t lose anyone else today.”
Barry: “Have you seen him?”
Dibny: “A good DeVoe? No. Just the evil, floating chair variety.”
DeVoe: “They’ll be no defeating The Big Bad this year, Mr. Allen.”
DeVoe: “We are gathered here today to worship in song. I suggest ‘Kumbaya.’”
Dibny: “Allen, you said the only way to save the world is by finding the good that’s left in DeVoe. It’s right here. With a hole in its chest.”
Barry: “They can read our minds.”
Dibny: “Then we do this Dibny-style.”
Barry: “What?”
Dibny: “We don’t think.”
DeVoe: “How did you beat me?”
Barry: “I didn’t. We did.”
Marlize: “Goodbye, My Love.”
Harry: “Don’t worry. You have been and will always be my friend.”
Barry: “Who are you?”
Nora: “I’m your daughter, Nora. From the future.”
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Shari loves sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural, and anything with a cape
#The Flash#Barry Allen#Cisco Ramon#Caitlin Snow#Harrison Wells#DC Comics#Arrowverse#The Flash Reviews#Doux Reviews#TV Reviews
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Opportunities
When opportunity knocks, you have to answer.
Warnings: Some implied violence, though nothing explicitly shown
“What would you say... if I told you that you could be Alice Angel permanently?”
Susie wiped the tears from her face, smudging a thin layer of eyeliner across her cheek. “W- What do you mean? Allison already-”
“Susie, Susie. We only switched the roles around in order to boost the character’s popularity! You’re the one and only Alice, as far as I’m concerned.” Joey drew Susie closer to him, putting an arm around her still trembling shoulders.
“You really mean that, Joey?” Susie took a deep breath to steady herself, slightly ashamed of her little breakdown. She took a lock of hair and tucked it back into place in a weak attempt to fix her disheveled appearance.
“Of course! That’s why I’m extending this offer to you before I give it to Allison. She’d work decently, but I don’t think she has half the passion for Alice’s character that you do.”
“I- I mean, I’d love to accept immediately, but you still haven’t explained what the part is.”
Joey beamed, moving to the center of the room. “Imagine a world where Alice Angel is real. Not a cartoon, not a person in a cheap suit. The actual character herself, in the flesh and... ink, I suppose.”
Joey grabbed a book off the shelf and began to flip through it rapidly as he spoke. “I’ve always said that with enough belief, you can accomplish anything. This is no exception. Why do you think I bought that machine?”
“To produce ink...?“
“Not to produce it, to enhance it! You can’t do anything with regular old ink. But this? You can meld it into almost anything, provided you sacrifice a little something in return. That’s how we’ve been making all those Alice toys.” Joey abruptly slammed his book shut, turning back to her. “So? What do you say?”
“I mean- Well, the idea of bringing Alice to life is... amazing. I can’t imagine anything better than people being able to meet her in person. And I’m sure she’d love it too.“ Susie twirled a loose piece of hair around her finger. “But I’m confused. Why do you need me for this?”
“Simple. The machine can create inanimate objects just fine, but for something living... it needs something else. Something to give it substance, life. All people have that something by default. And if we want to make Alice real, I need to use someone close to her for it to work properly. That someone is you, obviously.”
“I don’t know, Joey. Wouldn’t that... hurt?”
“Of course not!,” he reassured her, his smile just a little too big, his enthusiasm just a bit too forced. “It’s no different than going to sleep. You drift off as normal old Susie Campbell, and wake up as an angel. Everyone will love you.”
Susie sat down on the adjacent couch, mind racing. I can be Alice Angel.
"I- Well, I mean, I’m certainly interested. But do you think I could have a few days just to, you know, think it over-?“
“Of course, of course! This is a big decision for you to make. Just consider it and let me know when you’ve made up your mind,“ Joey offered, sliding onto the couch next to her and putting his hand on hers. “But I know you’ll make the right choice. After all, opportunities like this only come once in a lifetime!”
"So, what do you say?”
Wally adjusted his position on the couch. “I don’t know, Joey. Are you sure you want me for this? I’m not exactly a voice actor or animator or anythin’-”
“Absolutely! You’d be a perfect Boris. You do feel like he’s similar to you, right?”
“Well yeah, sure I do, but-”
“Then that settles it! You’ll have your own living space right here in the studio along with all the food you can eat. The only thing you’ll have to do is greet guests that come through and record a few shorts now and then.”
“Hey, hey, hold the phone here! I didn’t say I’d do it yet. Wouldn’t that I mean I wouldn’t be a person anymore? Don’t get me wrong, I like the Bendy shorts as much as the next fellow, but I have things I still wanna do. Marry someone, maybe have some kids one day. I don’t even have my own place yet! And I wanna go to Club 21 and-”
“Relax, relax! You’re focusing far too much on the little details. Think bigger! You won’t age. You won’t get sick. You’d effectively be immortal, and any injuries you did get would be healed with just a bit of ink. You’d never have to worry about rent or living expenses again, and everyone would adore you. Doesn’t that sound better than living in a dingy little apartment for the rest of your life?”
Joey moved over to the couch, setting his hand on the other man’s back. “When opportunity comes knocking, you have to answer! That and a little belief is how I got to where I am today. So? What do you say?“
Grant rubbed his temples as he slouched over the desk, staring down at the sheets of paper in front of him. 465 + 2673. He ran his eyes down the columns, adding the numbers up mentally, trying to figure out where the error was. 3721 + 287...
A knot formed in his stomach as he went back to the first page, redoing the math for a third time. If he couldn’t account for the sudden deficit, he’d be fired. Or worse, be forced to shoulder it himself.
The thought made him feel ill. Such a massive debt with no job and a blacklisting from one of the most famous studios in the area... he’d be on the streets in no time.
Or he’d have to admit that he was a failure.
Grant gave up for the moment, leaning back over the chair and putting his hands on his face as his thoughts drifted to the conversation Joey and him had had a few days ago.
The very idea of making a physical cartoon was absurd in and of itself, really. And the angel that Joey had presented as evidence wasn’t terribly compelling, seeing as it was nothing but Susie Campbell in heavy make up.
He wouldn’t have even considered it possible if it hadn’t been for Boris. He had to admit, the idea of the wolf being a person in a costume was dubious at best, given the proportions of the thing. He had even seen it consume some bacon soup at one point without any noticeable difficulty. It really was like the character had just walked right off of the silver screen.
Grant returned to his papers, trying to shove the thoughts out of his mind, but every new string of numbers that failed to add up brought the thoughts up again. The very notion of letting Joey do God only knows what to him to make him into a cartoon spider was both ridiculous and even vaguely offensive. But Boris had looked... content. Happy, even.
And if he went through with it, the debt wouldn’t be on his shoulders anymore.
Grant shook his head and returned his gaze to his final, unwavering calculation.
$48,128 short.
"All right, Mr. Drew, I’m here. Tell me where this leak is.” Thomas looked down the hallway with a wary expression, as if imagining what kind of issue lay at the end of it.
“Thomas! Glad to see you showed up. I was beginning to worry.“ Joey motioned for him to follow him, falling in stride with the shorter man.
“I said I’d show up, didn’t I?” Thomas gave a wary look at the pipes above them.
“Only after some strong negations.”
“I already told you. I want nothing to do with you or this damn machine of yours. You’re lucky I even accepted double for this.“
The conversation stopped as they entered the room in question, the broken ink pipe above them being nearly impossible to miss. While the flow had been shut down, there was still a sizeable amount of ink dripping down the glass and creating a huge puddle on the floor.
“Don’t you have that Franks kid here to clean this mess up? It’s going to be that much harder to fix these bolts when they’re covered in that godforsaken ink.”
“He’s... no longer with us, actually. You know how it is. Life gave him an opportunity he just couldn't pass up.”
“Mmph.” Thomas had already turned his attention away from Joey, instead setting down his toolbox and selecting a large wrench from the contents.
"And speaking of opportunity-“
“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”
“Are you positive?” There was a degree of playful to Joey’s voice, like he expected this response and was merely going through the steps. “You should at least find out what you’re passing up before declining.“
“Don’t need to know. I came here to fix a pipe, and that’s it. I told you, I want nothing to do with this place anymore. There’s something wrong with all of this.”
“I see. Well, if you’ve made up your mind there’s not much I can do about it. Meet me in the Ink Machine room when you’re done and I’ll give you your payment.”
“Isn’t that Grant’s job?“
“Grant... also left us. There were some issues with our budget.“
Thomas narrowed his eyes, but didn’t pursue the topic further, instead focusing his attention on the pipe as Joey left the room. Two hours later, the excess ink had been cleared away and the pipe was once against securely fastened together. He threw the wrench back into the toolbox and begrudgingly made his way to the Ink Machine.
Inside the room were about fifty or so employees, all wearing Bendy masks.
“What the hell-?” Thomas turned back the door, but a few of the masked people had already moved in front of it, effectively blocking him in. Joey walked forward from the rest of the group and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him.
“Why don’t we talk about that offer again, Barley?”
“You want me to be makin’.... clothes?”
“Clothes and everything else on that list. Think you can manage?“
Shawn squinted down at the piece of paper in his hand. “I’m not sure. I’ve never made anythin’ other than the dolls.”
“It’s the same basic principal. Just mold the ink into whatever you need and the rest will happen automatically.”
“I suppose I can manage. But why do you need these thingamabobs?”
“I only have one set of clothes for each cartoon. Unfortunately, belief isn’t going to do anyone’s laundry,” Joey said, chuckling.
“And the weapons?”
“I can’t say too much yet. Strictly hush-hush. But... let’s just say there are some new creations that will be very happy to have them.”
Shawn gave him a questioning look, but simply turned his attention back to the paper. “When do you be needin’ these by?”
“Two days.”
“I can’t make them that fast! Today’s almost over, and even if I pull the entire shift tomorrow I still won’t be able to produce this much that quickly-”
“Nonsense! I made all of our friends in less time than that, and they’re actually alive.” Joey snapped his fingers. “You could do it if you had some proper motivation, I bet! See what dreams are really made of. You haven’t personally met any of the characters, have you?”
The trip to the archives resulted in nothing but ink and a few curious stares from other employees. Shawn picked up a bacon soup can off of a shelf and turned it over as Joey searched the area, already loosing his patience. “How do you lose your own cartoons?”
“They’re allowed to move around,” Joey called out, voice resonating from a different section. “I just didn’t expect them to move around this much.“
Shawn looked around the room, clearly impatient. “Well if you don’t have anythin’ to be showin’ me, I’m going to head back up to the-”
Something brushed his neck.
Shawn swore loudly and fell back in shock, clutching his neck. A giant spider was dangling on a black string before him, staring at him with pie-cut eyes. Venom dripped steadily from its pure white fangs, leaving a dark spot on the floorboards. Above him was a massive spider web, black strands strung across the edges of the room.
“See? I knew they were around here!” Joey smacked the toy maker on his back and Shawn jumped again, unaware that he had returned from wherever he had disappeared to. The spider turned and climbed back up the silk strand the way a person climbing up a rope would, perching on top of the far bookshelf.
“The- the bastard just tried to bite me!” Shawn rubbed his neck, half expecting to feel puncture wounds there, but the skin was unbroken.
“Is that so?” Joey looked towards the spider and for a moment something dark flashed across his face, but it was gone just as quickly. “Well, they obviously aren’t completely perfect, but we can try to fix that later.”
“How in the seven hells did you make-?“
“Edgar! Have you seen Barley anywhere?” Joey called, ignoring the question entirely. Edgar didn’t speak, instead stretching a middle limb out to the right with a sickening cracking noise. Shawn briefly wondered if that hurt.
“This way!” Joey grabbed the toy maker and moved to the right, the Irishman twisting around to keep an eye on the spider. Edgar turned and crawled straight up the far wall, and Shawn could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a human hand at the end of one of his legs as he moved.
The room that Edgar had been pointing to turned out to be a massive storage room that had completely flooded with ink from a broken pipe. A makeshift dock had been assembled out of what appeared to be loose floorboards, and at the end of it sat a small sailor, smoking a pipe, fishing line deep in the ink. Shawn briefly wondered what exactly he was trying to catch.
“Barley!”
Barley glanced over at them, grunted, and then returned his gaze to the inky abyss before him. His eyepatch was gone, and in its place a human-like eye sat buried deep in an otherwise empty socket. Shawn felt a shudder of disgust run through his body.
“He’s not much for conversation,” Joey said apologetically, pulling Shawn away again. “But speaking of conversation...”
“What, the items again?” Shawn allowed Joey to pull him along, still trying to process what he had just seen. He had seen Alice and Boris when Joey had introduced them to the studio, but he had simply assumed that it was make up or some sort of animatron. But these things... they were definitely alive, and something about that fact made him feel uneasy.
“No, not the items.” Joey waved his hand dismissively, and Shawn got the feeling that it was never about the items to begin with. “Didn’t you notice anyone missing?“
Shawn racked his mind, trying to recall all of the Bendy shorts. “The... little leprechaun fellow?”
“Correct! It doesn’t feel right without Charley here, does it?”
“I don’t think it would be feelin’ any better with him.” Shawn glanced over at the library, half expecting to see Edgar crawling after him, but the room was still.
“Sure it would! You can’t have the Butcher Gang without all three of them. Otherwise you don’t even have a gang to begin with. And I think I’ve found the perfect candidate for him.”
“Candidate? What are you-?”
Something clicked.
“Joey? How did you make these cartoons again?” Shawn asked, moving back away from him, things slowly piecing themselves together in his mind.
“I told you. Belief!“
“And what else?” Sweat started to drip down his back as he remembered how many employees had ”quit” the company over the last few weeks.
Joey simply smiled, and Shawn ran.
Upstairs, a few dozen Bendy masks met him outside the elevator.
#bendy and the ink machine#batim#joey drew#susie campbell#wally franks#grant cohen#thomas connor#shawn flynn#outdesign posts things#outdesign attempts to write#little something before chapter 4 comes out#joey is a silver tongued piece of shit: the story
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Who’s the Crew?
Decided to make a post version of that page. Note: It’s really long. Hence the...
EDITED: 6-3-17
LIVING CREW:
Dani Jones:
She’s a 21 year old that decided to explore an abandoned studio with her friends. Unfortunately, while they escaped, she didn’t. After walking through Hell and back, even being dead for a short time, she finally got out with several other humans and three toons.
Being the good person that she is, Dani kept her word to Henry and decided to take care of them and let them move in with her,
That said, she is having fun teaching them about technology and other things. And helping them adjust to their new time period. To make things better, they have two guardian angels protecting them.
College Major: Vet Tech
Job: A basic retail job.
Height: 5'5
Age: 21 years old.
Family: Parents and a older brother
Birthday: ???
Wally Franks:
Due to the trauma that Joey did to him, he’s still jumpy and suffers nightmares like mostly everyone else. Eventually Shawn makes him a plushie and he squeezes it to calm down when he feels like having a panic attack. Wally isn't malnourished anymore either.
When he is calm, he and Dani have a sibling relationship and will play video games and stuff with her and others. He really loves memes and will reference them for hours. He also enjoys Let's Plays on a certain website. And teases a certain someone about a Irish video gamer.
For the most part, he is his old self again. Much to Sammy’s dismay.
Height: 5'6
Age: 22 Years old.
Birthday: ???
Family: Parents, two older brothers, and a younger sister. Was closest to his second oldest brother.
I might add more for him at some point.
Sammy Lawrence:
Sammy had several problems at first. He was having memory problems, nightmares, and reverted back to his corrupted self. He started losing sleep as a result of the nightmares. It got to the point that Dani was worried he wouldn't be able to leave the hospital due to reverting back and forth so much.
But by some angelic miracle, he slowly stopped reverting between his two selves and was finally able to go home. By February, his nightmares had stopped, he was sleeping again, and while he had his moments, he wasn't trying to kill Dani or anyone else anymore.
Sammy isn't sick or malnourished now that it's been several months and he is still very much buff under that hoodie. He did where a t-shirt for a while but got checked out by a lot of guys and gals so he took to wearing the loose hoodie.
He is trying to play and write music again with an app that Dani has since she can’t afford instruments and that keeps his mind off of things. He and Jack were thinking of becoming music teachers so they could get out of the house for a while. After all, being around each other will drive them up the wall far too often. Especially for Sammy when Wally is around him.
That said, he is still afraid of escalators and hates them with a burning passion.
Job: Possibly a music teacher?
Height: 5'8
Age: 30 Years
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
Susie Campbell:
Susie isn’t doing the best. She still has nightmares about the things she did to the others in the studio and being trapped there all alone, stuck as that monster.
She was surprised when Dani approached her in the hospital and offered to let her stay along with the others since they were back to normal. At first, she was going to refuse but realized that she didn’t have a home or family so Susie agreed since she had nowhere else to go.
For a long while she was distant towards Dani, Alice Angel, and Allison but did talk to some others like Sammy, Thomas, and Shawn. Susie came around when she realized they really didn’t have anything to worry about anymore and is starting to want to do girl things with the few girls in the house.
But she is still prone to nightmares and doesn't get a lot of sleep very often. The toons still being afraid of her doesn't help. But Alice is starting to interact with her more each day and seeing this is easing Boris and Bendy's worry.
Height: 5'5
Age: 27 Years Old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
Norman Polk:
Norman has ringing in his ears but he can still talk, see, and hear. The ringing just makes him a little hard of hearing. His eyes are very sensitive to bright lights though so they try to keep things dim the best that they can. When outside, he wears sunglasses.
Surprisingly, he didn’t gain too many problems. But he is fairly strong now and has a phantom pain in his neck. Like the others, he also suffered from nightmares and lack of sleep for a long time before they started ceasing to exist after moving in with Dani.
He, like everyone else, really misses his family but knows he can keep the younger crew members safe since he couldn’t be there for his own kids.
There are times where he’ll think he is still in the studio. He won’t attack the others but will wander around the apartment silently and stare at others with a blank expression. But he hasn’t tried to hurt them yet. He does snap out of it on his own just fine and thinks he blacked out. He'll even pick someone up and carry them around too like he did with a plushie or a projector.
He decided to just retire.
Height: 5'9
Age:49 Years Old. Oldest of the living crew
Birthday: ???
Family: Wife and a few kids. A teenage daughter and two younger boys.
Thomas Conner:
Thomas had nightmares for a while but was otherwise fine. Only thing that still happens is that he’ll randomly gain a phantom pain throughout his left arm and will have to look to make sure he still had his limb. And that it wasn’t part of an old animatronic like before.
He was fine with being home with the others for a while but since they needed money and he was in much better shape than some of the others, he decided to start working again along with Lacie.
Job: Does repairs with Lacie throughout the city at homes and has recently been starting to work at businesses too.
Height: Close to 6 ft
Age: 38 Years Old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
More to come later.
Shawn Flynn:
Since nothing was wrong with Shawn, other than the usual nightmares from time to time, he is one of the people that gets to enjoy the 21st century without any issues holding him back.
He and Wally are both like older brothers to Dani and the three of them would always play video games or look at memes, which is still something they are learning about. But he does get annoyed at how Wally thinks he and this one Youtuber sound alike. Which they DON'T! (They totally do. Hehe)
When he isn’t doing things with them, he is watching DIY videos. Mainly ones involving making plushies. He actually took it up as a hobby and makes plushies for his roommates. When there gets to be too many he donates the rest to a children’s hospital.
Job: Makes plushies to keep himself busy and plans on selling them for some extra money. He really enjoys DIY videos.
Height: 5'6
Age: 26 years old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
More to come for him too.
Grant Cohen:
Even in the 21st century, Grant is still a classy gentleman that likes to wear nice dress shirts, pants, shoes, and belts.
He had nightmares from time to time from when Joey ‘killed’ him and what went on afterwards in the studio. But doesn’t have any medical problems overall. The worst as how malnourished he was but over the several months he gained that weight back and is now doing great.
Since he doesn’t have any problems, he also started working again for some extra money. It took a while, but he finally got a job.
Job: Working as an accountant again.
Height: 5'8
Age: 41 Years Old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
I’ll also add more for him.
Jack Fain:
Jack was a classy gentleman back in the day. He was also a ladies man in his younger years before he got married and had two daughters. Now that they have long since passed on, he has taken to seeing Dani as a daughter.
Luckily he was a passive Searcher in the studio so he only suffered from nightmares. Otherwise, he was pretty alright. He ended up being one of the first to go home with Dani. Since he was fine, he helped her figure out where everyone could stay and get things situated.
He really enjoyed playing with music apps on her Ipad since they had no instruments. She also gave him her Ipod so he could listen to some musicals she had on it. Hamilton is his favorite at the moment.
Now he and Sammy might become music teachers. They haven't decided if they wanted to work at a school or start their own business somewhere.
Job: Possibly a music teacher?
Height: 5'7
Age: 39 years old
Birthday: ???
Family: Two daughters and a wife. Oldest is Cadence and youngest is Melody. Cadence was a teen when he was ‘killed’ and Melody was 10 years old.
Lacie Benton:
Lacie came home not too long after Jack did. She had her share of nightmares too but nothing too bad. Dani took her to the mall but she chose to get into gardening since she wasn't much of a shopper and used to be a farm girl before getting into mechanics and stuff at the studio.
Dani let her plant some stuff in their front and backyards since it gave her something to do and seemed to help her lose her nightmares very quickly.
She is still planting stuff and even has a garden of flowers and vegetables but when Thomas said he was ready to start working again, she decided to join him. Now they work together and own a little repair business.
Job: Repairman with Thomas
Height: 5'6
Age: 30 Years Old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
Allison Pendle:
Nightmares and malnutrition was all this gal had. After going home and settling in, she went to the mall with Dani and fell in love with all the modern clothes (especially the scarves and cute headbands or hair clips)
So Allison is a polar opposite compared to Lacie. She loves to shop and go to the mall and do girl things like mani pedis. Lacie gags whenever she hears the shortened versions of manicures and pedicures.
It took a while, but her and Alice are trying to befriend Susie and help her see that they hold nothing against her. Months later, Susie is starting to come around but not a lot at the moment. Allison is fine with this, one step at a time works for her.
A hobby that she picked up is writing. And no not fanfics. Just original short stories about anything she can think of.
Height: 5'6
Age: 27 Years Old
Birthday: ???
Family: ???
THE TOONS:
Toon!Bendy:
Bendy was nervous and very skittish for a while. But he eventually started to become his mischievous, happy little self again. He is still skittish at times though. Especially when Susie came home. He was afraid he'll end up in a cage and get tortured again so he was practically in Dani's arms or lap at all times. He and Boris are starting to trust her now though.
He’s having a blast playing games on Dani’s tablet and watching current cartoons to see how different they are from his. But they have to be careful and watch that he doesn’t order something on Amazon as a joke. Especially if it’s 22 of the same thing and 7 of another. (It has happened before and now Dani doesn’t have her debit card on her profile anymore, But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know where to find it.)
Unfortunately, he can’t leave the apartment or yard due to people asking questions. If someone does see him, they get told he’s a cat and as such, he has to pretend to be one. He’s partially okay with it because he likes playing pretend but it does get annoying after a while.
He also hates not being able to see the world all that much. Dani will take him to the park to play on the playground but that’s mostly it.
Bendy is happy Sammy and Jack are there. He really missed hearing their music. And Jack really helped him calm down after Susie arrived.
Height: He is the size of a toddler. Allowing him to be picked up fairly easily.
Age: Bendy has no age,
Birthday: ???
Boris the Wolf:
Boris was very nervous and scared when Susie came and hid inside of Dani's room with Bendy until they realized they were alright now and started to come around. They don't trust her completely though. Not yet anyway.
Once he settles in, he picks up his old habit of eating a lot. The others don’t want to but they stop him from time to time due to needing to feed themselves.
Boris is enjoying watching movies and playing video games. Even playing on some music apps on Dani’s tablet. He is usually resting his head on her lap, head, or shoulders and enjoys being petted.
Height: 6 ft
Age: He has no age.
Birthday: ???
Alice Angel:
She was excited when Allison was finally joining them and was worried about Susie when she did. She was a tad nervous when Susie first joined and spent a lot of time comforting her toon brothers. But with Allison's help, they were able to get Susie to start coming around and be herself again. Slowly.
It did hurt when Susie became very distant around her but has been trying to convince Susie that nothing was her fault and that it was all Joey’s.
She mainly hangs around the girls and is still singing and dancing.
Height: 5'5
Age: She has no age
Birthday: ???
DEAD CREW:
Guardian Angel!Henry:
In this world, angels and demons can come back looking like how they did when they died. And even talk and interact with the living.
However, Henry can make himself invisible and visible. And as such, the crew can’t see him but he’s around watching over them as they adjust to life in 2018. And helping out with money problems and stuff when he needs to.
He, Bertrum, and Joey can communicate with each other though. Needless to say, he isn’t at all happy with him and what he did.
After spending time in Heaven with the other employees, he said goodbye to his wife, Linda, and decided to come back to Earth to watch over the few that survived. He’s enjoying learning about the present day world alongside everyone else. While keeping a eye on them.
But he knew that one day Joey would come back out of Hell, vengeful as ever and as a demon. He and Bertrum would be ready though. They weren't going to let Joey hurt any of them ever again.
Job: Protecting the living crew as an angel.
Height: 5'6
Age: Henry died at 57 years old in the studio.
Birthday: ???
Family: Had a wife named Linda. And several rescue dogs.
Angel!Bertrum Piedmont:
At the end of the fic, Henry comes to him with a proposition. If he didn't have any one waiting for him in Heaven, then maybe he could become angels with him and stay back on Earth to protect the living crew.
In the end. Bertrum did this to pay Dani back for helping set them free and since he too knew that Joey would be back one day. And with so many people, Henry would need help protecting them all.
That said, he is still pretty uptight and egotistical. But doesn't have as big of a ego that he did when he was alive.
He and Henry would sometimes appear to the crew after they wake up from a nightmare or to just say hi. But they don't do it too often. They like being invisible and just talking to each other. Which the living crew can't hear unless they are visible to them too.
At one point, he did visit Dani when she was alone and ask about going to an amusement park one day so he- er- they could see how much rides have changed. Cedar Point is a few hours away but they might try and save up so they could go to Disney World instead. That way they all could see it. It's just a matter of how they could bring the toons with them. Even if they have to stay in the hotel.
Job: Same as Henry.
Height: 5'8
Age: Died at 66 Years Old(Oldest of the dead crew)
Birthday: ???
Family: None.
Demon!Joey:
Just like Henry and Bertrum, he too can make himself invisible and visible.
While in Hell and getting tortured into becoming a demon, he decided that no matter what happened to him, he would try and make things right.
But he didn’t expect Henry and Bertrum to be there too. And he understood why they didn’t trust him or want him to reveal himself to the living crew. It really doesn't help when he lashes out at the living crew in pure jealousy. They don’t know what is going on exactly but know that Bertrum and Henry are there to take care of it.
That said, he refuses to hurt kids and animals. And will constantly hold himself back from doing any real harm.
He knows he may never be truly forgiven. But he is happy to see some of his employees got another chance and that the girl isn’t dead after all.
Height: 5'7
Age: Died at 30 years old.
Birthday: ???
Family: None
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A Weekend We’ll Never Remember!
Complicatedly Simple...
One Day Later…
Dick sat on a plane with Jason, and Jason was reading a book, B was flying and the silence was stifling as the girls weren’t with them.
“Any idea where Kori and Raven went?” Dick asked.
“Nope,” Jason replied, popping his ‘p’ in that irritating way which grated Dick’s teeth.
Dick must have made some sort of sound because Jason looked over the edge of his book then with narrowed blue eyes (not a tint of green in them for the first time in so long). “Listen Dickhead, Kori said she wanted time to think, soberly, without you, so I said sure and gave her the money. Besides that, I owe Raven a vacation and gave her the money to go wherever the hell she wanted to go.”
“You and Kori seem close.”
“Yup,” Jason agreed; again, popping his ‘p’ in that grating way.
“Jason…” Dick started.
“Shut up,” Jason snapped, then looked at the cockpit before setting his book down and jabbing his finger at Dick with that authority look Bruce had when Bruce was mad with them. “Listen closely Dickhead because I’m only going to say this once, because I swear to fucking God if you tell anyone I said this I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to eels or something before denying it for all of eternity.
“If you want Kori, you’re going to go home, you’re going to straighten out this fucking mess with Shawn; I don’t want details, but you can’t have both Dickhead so it’s either Kori or Shawn. And for once I hope you’re smart because if you break Kori’s heart I will hunt you down and kill you in the most painful way I know how to. You will straighten out this thing with Shawn, and once that’s done, you’ll call Kori. Don’t think I’m giving you the number now, but sort out Shawn and I will.
“Then you’re going to move, new place, not your bachelor pad, then you’ll court Kori, for real. Don’t even think about the sex shit until she says she wants it because she’ll smack you, no, she’ll blast you. And if you survive all that, you’ll marry her proper and not fuck it up.”
“Any suggestions for the first date?” Dick asked his little brother blandly.
“She likes dancing, try taking her out for salsa or tango or something,” Jason shrugged picking his book up again and Dick just blinked at Jason’s answer.
“Dancing?”
“Are you deaf Dickhead?” Jason retorted.
“And you’re helping me why?”
“Because Kori loves you, Dick, and not the teen puppy love you had for her as teens. Kori is head over heels, will die for you, will destroy worlds for you in love with you, and you fucked it up. I want my friend happy,” Jason shrugged.
“Uh-huh,” Dick managed. He was a bit shocked by Jason’s answer. “Is that Raven’s book.”
“Yup,” Jason went back to popping his ‘p’s then.
Dick was a bit annoyed and relieved with what Jason had said. And made a mental note to harass Jason for more information on his thoughts on Raven.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Dick walked into his apartment after Jason and Bruce had parted ways with him; Jason griping about being dragged off for a proper scolding from Alfred; apparently blowing up Vegas was not acceptable. Which had Dick mentally reminding himself that he needed to check this weekend’s news about the antics Jason and Raven had gotten into. Tim had texted him, but Dick just hadn’t looked at his phone yet. He had other things on his mind as he walked into his apartment to find Shawn sitting on his couch as he dropped his keys in the dish he had for keys. A slob he may be, but he wasn’t losing his keys of all things.
“Shawn, we need to talk,” he started as he slowly let his bag slide from his shoulder to the ground. Shawn tilted her teal head back and he saw dark brown eyes glaring at him.
“Oh, we do, do we?”
“Yes we do,” he said as calmly as he could.
“Like… your marriage!” she gasped dramatically surging to her feet. “Yeah, Dick I know all about the new Missus Richard ‘Dick’ John Grayson! You fucking called me to tell me about her!”
“I only got drunk enough to marry her because you were cheating on me!” he roared back.
“I!” she started.
“Don’t Lie To Me Shawn! I Got The Damn Photos!” he growled as he glared down at her.
“I…”
“You lied to me, you used me and lied to me! Was the kid even mine!? No, don’t answer that, I’m done Shawn, I’m done with all this, I’m done fighting you, and fighting for something that isn’t even real. I’m done.”
“You got married!” She screamed.
“Yes!” he shouted back. “To a woman I love! I’ve loved Kori since I was seventeen years old! And I will continue to love her until the day I die Shawn! It’s always been Kori, it always will be Kori, I’m sorry if that’s unfair with you but I wouldn’t cheat on you. No matter how miserable, or how bad this could get between us. I never cheated on you.”
“You married someone else!” she shrieked.
“And You Slept With Someone Else!” he roared. He wasn’t going to say either of them were right, they probably weren’t, but couldn’t she see that the moment she slept with another man they were done. Done. Dick didn’t cheat, and he didn’t date cheaters. He didn’t care, because the moment you stepped out on one another it was done.
“I didn’t!” she started.
He pulled out his phone and shoved it at her.
“Don’t even try it,” he spat out as he showed her the photos. “Now you can get your stuff and leave, or I can throw you out and pitch your stuff Shawn, because I’m done.”
She stared at him with a red face and furious brown eyes.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Dick sighed as he walked towards the apartment door of Wally West’s apartment and knocked. Things between Shawn and him had spilled over into the street with him and her in a shouting match, and after he finally got her and her shit out of his apartment he had walked back in feeling disgusted to stay there.
Calling work, he took leave, and then he had gotten a plane ticket for Keystone City. And was just now making his way up to Wally’s shared apartment with his longtime girlfriend, Artemis Crock. Lifting a heavy hand Dick knocked tiredly, and it opened.
“Hey man,” Dick sighed tiredly.
“Dick!?” Wally blinked.
“Who is it Wally?”
“It’s Dick!” he shouted.
“Look, I wouldn’t be here if,” Dick started.
“Well don’t just let him stand there, come on in,” Artemis shoved her way through them and dragged him in. Dick stumbled, dropped his bag, which Wally caught as he shoved the door shut.
“Hey man, you always got a bed here,” Wally grinned.
“Thanks,” he breathed.
“Saw everything that happened on the news this weekend; did Jason and Raven really tear up Las Vegas and the Zucco family?”
“I have no idea, I don’t even remember this weekend. But I’m married now, to Koriand’r,” Dick replied.
“No shit,” Wally laughed. “You called me drunk about that.”
“Then maybe you can fill me in about my wedding; because I don’t remember it!” Dick snapped.
“Come on man, I got pizza, I’ll fill you in on what I know.”
~~~*~*~*~~~
Roy was sleeping in the bungalow, Jason was detained in Gotham by his father, and Raven was stretched out in the shade reading a book when Kori walked down towards the beach. She sighed as she looked up at the blue sky.
“What is it?” Raven asked looking up.
“I am uncertain about the union between myself and Dick,” she admitted tiredly.
Raven sighed as she sat up, shutting her book. “Kori, do you love him?”
“Very much, but,” she started.
“Does he love you?” Raven cut off.
“He claims to, but,” she started again.
“Kori, let go of the past, you can’t change it, and I can’t help you change it. Yes, you two fell apart before but you were both young and stupid, and you were both leaping without thinking. No doubt if you had actually gotten married then you’d have fallen apart. So while yes, you both got broken hearts the first time around, you’ve both grown and changed since then, and now you need to decide if you’re going to let the past continue to influence you or not.”
“Raven, it is not that simple.”
“No, it isn’t. And it is,” Raven snapped. Kori’s head snapped over to her friend then. “It’s complicatedly simple and you have the power to change it this time around Kori. So either grow up and work at this or stay stuck in the past.”
“You are very authoritative,” Kori mused blandly.
“I’ve been in charge of the Titans too long.” Raven retorted walking off.
And Kori sighed as she looked down at the sand then. It was that complicatedly simple, and that was the scary part.
#bluboothalassophile#fanfic#multi chapter fic#DC comics#teen titans#richard grayson#koriand'r#shawn tsang#jason todd#raven#starfire#robin#nightwing#DickKory#robstar#a weekend we'll never remember#chapter 8
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Chocbox letter ‘cause it was longer than 5k characters whoops
All canon welcome, all characters loved, from Coop to James to Freddie. Just please no active Judy presence because agreeing on that aspect of worldbuilding is complicated and blah, I'd rather simply keep it out of fanworks exchanges.
DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, canon retellings, unrequested non-canonical ships.
I think all of these should work as art prompts as well? With or without background, picture the characters interacting in a way that fits the situation? Ignore all the dialogue prompts, just the basic connection between them: some characters are meeting unexpectedly, others are passing information, others are on a case, others still are reconnecting after decades...
Some ideas:
Dale Cooper & Laura Palmer & Wally Brando: Dale & Laura, post-finale, drifting between worlds. One day, on a lonely road, they meet... Wally. Who’s not even lost, just passing through...
Dale Cooper & Tammy Preston: via dreams or what-have-you. I guess they could meet up for coffee like regular human beings if Coop ever makes it back. I'd like Coop to talk to the new generation of Blue Rose, the one that somehow hasn't self-destructed, and I'd like Tammy to talk to the man behind the legend (not that she doesn't call him out on his bullshit in TFD, but he's still almost a mythical figure from where she's standing)
Tamara "Tammy" Preston & Laura Palmer: ditto but with Laura Palmer herself! What would Laura think of her, and she of Laura?
Donna Hayward & Audrey Horne: let the half-sisters bond? It's never too late, they're in their forties and that's totally not too late? Does Audrey find her way back to a shared reality and reach out to Donna? It's not like there's anything left for her in Twin Peaks, might as well pack her stuff and set out for Vermont. Does Donna help her finding her way back somehow? What were those two letters they exchanged about?
Audrey Horne & Annie Blackburn: maybe that new white place where Audrey finds herself is the metaphysical place where Annie’s consciousness has spent all these years? And they meet? And maybe they bond over "anyone who gets close to Dale Cooper explodes, more or less figuratively", but that was a long time ago anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, and mostly they simply bond over who they are, and their memories of home?
Garland Briggs & Gordon Cole & Phillip Jeffries: [REDACTED UFO ADVENTURES] feat. that impossibly hot agent who longs for other worlds and might as well be an actual alien, shouty Eagle Scout whose secrets have secrets, and a young, straight-laced young Garland... Gordon/Phillip also welcome!
Harry Truman & Garland Briggs: okay hear me out here. In TFD, Tammy writes that Harry kept on investigating Coop's disappearance and that his findings would come up later in her dossier. They don't, so during Frost's AMA I asked him about that. He said Harry communicated with Garland and humbly wouldn't want credit for his findings (so these findings are presumably assorted data that comes up later in the book but isn't attributed to him). Which brings to the obvious question, as well as my prompt, of HOW THE HELL DID HARRY COMMUNICATE WITH GARLAND if the latter disappeared from the material plane a whopping two days after s2's finale. Since Mfrost himself said it happened, though, dear author, please please pleeeease show me Harry reaching out to Garland through weird dimensions?
Jane "Janey-E" Jones & Diane Evans: LET THE HALF-SISTERS BOND pt2. When they were young or after everything, or in a dream while Diane is... wherever she is now. Can you imagine these two in the same room?
Margaret "The Log Lady" Lanterman & Harry Truman: an adventure in the woods! Or she goes to the Sheriff for something! I feel like they would share an appreciation for mushrooms and small birds and all the sounds of the woods...
Margaret "The Log Lady" Lanterman & Norma Jennings: I'm still not over Margaret's ep26 intro, "I hope Norma likes me. I know I like her and respect her. I have spit my pitch gum out of my mouth onto her walls and floors and sometimes onto her booths. Sometimes I get angry and do things I'm not proud of. I do love Norma's pies. I love pie with coffee", and I'd like to see it explored...
Chantal Hutchens/Gary "Hutch" Hutchens/Cooper's Doppelganger & Richard Horne: this is another ‘hear me out here’ situation... okay so, the Hutchens and Mr C are totally a “married couple +1″ triad. After Mr C picked up Richard and before the latter exploded, some friends and I briefly pictured a what-if scenario where Richard just tagged along, and Mr C rejoined the Hutchens, and they sort of had this ridiculous road trip where the Hutchens decide they’re adopting Richard and teaching him some manners, and Richard isn’t feeling very cooperative but there’s only so much you can do when you’re sharing a van with three trained supernatural assassins, and hijinks ensue. No fries until you behave, Richard! And I would very much like to see said hijinks.
Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman: did they tragically fall into each other’s arms in the wake of Coop’s disappearance? Did they realize they’re so good for each other, but neither of them was willing to give up their life? And/or was the wound of Coop’s disappearance too fresh for them to try to heal? Do they keep in touch throughout the years? Does Albert resign on the spot with a resounding fuck it after the s3 finale and rush to see Harry? Does he stay this time?
Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman & Frank Truman/Doris Truman: as an extension of my post-finale Albert/Harry prompts: Albert needs someone to shout at to find his fire again, to get out of dead-inside-mode. Doris needs someone who shouts back, that’s one of her big troubles with Frank, they simply process stress very differently. A shouting match made in heaven, which could be eventually result in a bickering friendship. The brothers can make popcorns. Frank&Albert stuff would also be interesting!
Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield: fiery early days? Dream meetings that Albert will inevitably write off as a product of his aching subconscious? Post-finale where Albert has made his peace with Coop not being part of this world and not even deigning to greet him, except one day Coop is back - with apologies? Post-post-finale where they’re peacefully living out their days as best as they can?
Dale Cooper/Harry Truman: Fluff? Fluff. They’re just... fluff. Whenever they can be together and adore each other and kiss each other’s face. And again, Coop has a lot to make up for, in the near future. Cuddle that Harry. FINALLY make that Harry feel desired and loved.
Dale Cooper/Albert Rosenfield/Harry Truman: basically the sum of the three sides of this triad... give them peace, given them nice things, give them so much love... Coop finding his place in the world and making up for lost time... give time to these old wounds...
Chet Desmond/Albert Rosenfield: they know they’re not each other’s big love or anything, and they can piss each other off with the former’s rowdiness and the latter’s pacifism. But they can also have a quiet understanding, they complement each other pretty well, and boy do they find each other hot. V hot office affair.
Cynthia Knox/Tamara "Tammy" Preston: FBI Blue Rose and USAF Blue Rose (of sorts, or whatever they’re called) brought together by destiny... I’d like to see them work together and fall for each other while they’re at it?
Tamara "Tammy"Preston/Shelly Johnson: Tammy has one whole year to fall for the most beautiful girl in town... does she appreciate her cooking? Do they bond over wearing frilly lace shirts whenever they can? If it’s relevant: I do ship present-day Shelly/Bobby a lot and I hope they’ll patch up their relationship soon. But this could simply not happen while Tammy’s in town. As for the obvious Gordon/Shelly parallel, otoh, ofc I acknowledge it happened and it made sense for the characters but I see it as super skeevy on Gordon’s part (which is, alas, par for the course for Gordon, as Denise and Albert point out in TPTR and TFD)
Tamara "Tammy" Preston/Audrey Horne: Tammy counts as a tall, dark and handsome stranger, right? And while she flew from Twin Peaks after her year there without finding out much about Audrey’s fate, that unsolved mystery kept bugging her, until... (can also be gen, mostly I just want them to meet, but I do like how they’d play off each other)
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Okay, but only cuz I’m in class not paying attention anyways 😅
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
Yes. definitely.
2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
Nope
3. Have you taken someones virginity?
Uhhhhhhhhh
4. Is trust a big issue for you?
I’ll trust you 110% no questions asked until you give me a reason not to
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
No, I don’t like anyone right now
6. What are you excited for?
All of my family from California to get here tomorrow, thanksgiving dinner, football and beer 🏈🍻
7. What happened tonight?
It’s 2:30PM so ask me later
8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
Depends… some people are cute and funny wasted, so some I don’t mind.. others just really shouldn’t get drunk lol 🥃
9. Is confidence cute
To an extent, yes
10. What is the last beverage you had?
Water💧
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
I have 2 brothers and a dad
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
I own way too many pairs of skinny jeans
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
Saturday is my brothers birthday so dinner and celebrate with the family 🎈
14. What are you going to spend money on next?
Um probably food or gas… oh actually I bought my dog a sweater on amazon earlier so maybe that? 🐾
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
No I am not
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
People are always changing and finding themselves so definitely
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
My older brother
18. The last time you felt broken?
A few weeks ago
19. Have you had sex today?
no action happening here
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
What I deserve
21. Are you in a good mood?
Currently, yes😁
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
Am I trying to die? 🦈
23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
Yes, mine are darker though 👀
24. What do you want right this second?
To get out of class
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
Wtf bye? lol at least that’s what I think I’d say idk strangely I’ve been here before and idk we stayed together but we were never really together and it was confusing but that was 4 years ago and I was stupid so now, i’d probably just say bye👋🏽
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
Um the top half is😅
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
NO I need someone just as strange as myself
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
Someone’s speech in my public speaking class at noon
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
That’s a tricky one, depends
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
Um sorry I think you have the wrong person👭
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
I don’t have feelings for anyone now, the last person I had feelings for knew though
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
No, I’ll have one every once in awhile
34. Listening to?
Right now an OChem lecture🙄 music wise, everything. Currently I’m listening to some throw back usher. But Marc e. Bassy, j cole, chance, been into Kelsea ballerini’s new album, Lauv, Lany, CVBZ, Devin Dawson, Parson James, maren Morris, post Malone, Noah kahan, Khalid, Chelsea cutler, Ben Howard…. list goes on I listen to everything all the time
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
Yes exam days
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
Yes, not sure who they are now or what they are doing but I know where geographically
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
I’d like to, but I don’t think so.. at least for me, I don’t know a person until I meet them, I can’t develop feelings for them until I spend time with them
38. Who did you last call?
The Ford dealership
39. Who was the last person you danced with?
@iriseagain lolol
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
Because I loved them
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
Omg um I made cupcakes on a Tuesday in October I think, so cute they were on my snap chat, go follow me lol 🍰
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
No I did not
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
I embarrass myself every day haha but I love it that’s just me it’s cool
44. Do you tan in the nude?
I would if I didn’t have neighbors but hey tan lines are attractive
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
No, I probably would have made it more memorable though because I honestly don’t remember where we were or what we were doing
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
Nope
47. Who was the last person to call you?
Haha my mom
48. Do you sing in the shower?
Yes, loud and proud 🎤
49. Do you dance in the car?
As much as I can without crashing or being a hazard to others, but yes always
50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
No🤔 I’d like to
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
Senior year of high school
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
Of course, but that’s why people love them right?
53. Is Christmas stressful?
No it’s wonderful and full of love, pine, and everything warm🎅🏽🎄
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
Yes they are good with sour cream
55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
Apple🍎🍏
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
Veterinarian or Teacher or Surgeon of some sort
57. Do you believe in ghosts?
Sometimes hah especially after a scary movie👻
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
ALL THE DAMN TIME
59. Take a vitamin daily?
No…💊
60. Wear slippers?
I have one pair from like 6th grade I’ll throw on every once in awhile for fun cuz I’m weird
61. Wear a bath robe?
No I do not
62. What do you wear to bed?
Sports bra and Calvins usually unless it’s cold then a hoodie
63. First concert?
It was a Jason Aldean, Florida Georgia Line, Dierks Bentley concert
64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
I love target but I normally just shop at Wally World
65. Nike or Adidas?
Um I can’t. If I had to I guess Nike cuz I own more Nike ✔️
66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
Cheetos… but if y'all like cottage cheese (which I know most of you will be like EW.) dip your Fritos in cottage cheese. That’s some good shit
67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
Retired softball player so Seeds all the way
68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
All the old stuff from like jr high love story, you belong with me, picture to burn, mine
69. Ever take dance lessons?
No I probably should though💃🏻
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
No… maybe something medical wise
71. Can you curl your tongue?
No, I can make a stupid face while attempting to do so though that you’d probably like
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
lol Yes 😂😂🤓
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
Yes I have, I think whenever I get a puppy I go cry to myself about it, but many times… when I see beautiful things or beautiful people in my life I cry sometimes at how beautiful everything is, songs make me happy and cry… don’t judge me I’m appreciative and emotional 😅
74. What is your favorite book?
The giving tree 🌳
75. Do you study better with or without music?
with, quietly though in the background just to keep my mind going
76. Regularly burn incense?
Regularly burn candles? YES
77. Ever been in love?
once, 5-6 years ago
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
Sooooo many people… before I die, chance, marc. e. bassy, usher needs to do a tb concert, pink, Carrie underwood, beyonce, I’ve been to so many concerts, the list goes on and on for people I want to see
79. What was the last concert you saw?
I think it was Halsey
80. Hot tea or cold tea?
On cold days, hot. On hot days, cold.
81. Tea or coffee?
Coffee ☕️ but both
82. Favorite type of cookie?
My moms chocolate chip 🍪
83. Can you swim well?
Very 🌊
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
Yes…. can’t everyone?
85. Are you patient?
I work with children and sick angry people who need their meds all day, so VERY
86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
Aw a band could be cute, but if it was my wedding DJ all the way
87. Ever won a contest?
Yes… a few
88. Ever have plastic surgery? My cheeks are naturally this way I promise
89. Which are better black or green olives?
Um I eat more black just cuz they are more common, but green taste like butter and are more expensive so I have those only when I’m treating myself or trying to be fancy
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
Shit happens🤷🏽♀️ just be someone you are proud of
91. Best room for a fireplace?
Mines in the family room which is nice… but honestly best place for a fire is outside surrounded by good people with some s'mores and a drink in your hand 🔥
92. Do you want to get married?
I do 💍
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Crossover Reaction
I️ hate that EX James was killed (and don’t necessarily get the flag on his shield- on the one hand I️ get the patriotism and the tie back to his history with Superman but on the other 1940s US wouldn’t be ideal for a black man so I️ don’t see that being his chosen symbol) but I️ did love seeing him kick ass up against EX Oliver- he held his own and all things considered, he took on their esteemed Fucknut and damn near succeeded
As others have noted, why wasn’t Ray at the wedding? They couldn’t get Joanne there either?
I️ love Dawn Nora and I️ rather wish Jay Garrick had made an appearance as Henry’s “secret twin brother,” since Singh apparently had no real issue with Mick being there- btw, I️ appreciated the memory swipe explanation, but how did none of those guests post about the identities on social media before that happened? It’s unrealistic
There were like four scenes in the second episode dedicated to Iris and Barry trying to convince Oliver and Felicity to marry each other- so much could have been done with that time to have Sara learn about Siren at the same time as parallel universes (where did they think Kara came from btw?) and her launching minor attacks in SC be the reason Team Arrow didn’t immediately come
It really felt like the first two episodes were unsure about who their Fucknut was going to be
Who hated Blackthorne so much as to not warn him off the ridiculous accent? Also, that “Erde X” subtitle at the start of the 3rd episode was so tacky (the whole thing was but that in particular stuck out; btw the letter X in Deutsch is pronounced “icks” so it is quite literally the earth of icks)
Again, no mention of what Laurel on E-X was doing? Someone had to purposefully not take that opportunity…
So during S1 of Flash, Eowells said he foresaw great things from Felicity- now he says she’s not remembered in the future; does this support the theory she’ll die soon, not mean much because her heroism is a bit more BTS, or was Eo just being a petty asshole?
The “EX Felicity gave food to children” schtick was so bad and pathetic (Oliver, wtf with sending the weapon ship ahead to our earth and then not being able to tell Quentin gave you an unloaded gun- it was written all over his face he didn’t believe you and he was openly challenging you- why not turn the gun on him for impudence?)
Also, they seriously needed EX Oliver to praise Felicity’s last words and delay what should have been an immediate attack? The writing was so bad right there- this is a continued lazy habit of these writers (like “in English please”) and needs improvement
How did EX get a WaveRider of their own? In fact, I️ take so much issue with the idea of them being as technologically advanced as they were, but that in particular stands out as unexplainable
There is no reason Gideon, who brought Sara back from the immediate dead with bad!Rip last season and Eleanor’s life-draining Magic two weeks ago could not heal Martin; it might actually be worse than the embolism with Laurel- it’s so lazy to force an explanation for one last scene, especially because if they needed a resolution, Martin could have imparted final words into Jax’s mind without that
But while we’re at it, how did Gideon’s mix end up on a table in the room? Wouldn’t it have been easier, especially on Jax, for her to use the tubes in Martin to put the separating-chemicals directly into Martin’s bloodstream? Martin could have warned Jax, given him that final moment and told him that he couldn’t in good-conscience risk Jax’s life, without making Jax feel party to his death for handing the vial over
The scene with everyone grieving on the ship was horribly beautiful at least- the score especially
Why would any of the EXers get off their ship? They could have bombed this Earth, forced the heroes to come to them, and probably guilted Kara (whose hair was inexplicably perfectly curled at the start of the fourth episode) into turning herself over to save everyone; but that being said, how did EX Oliver still think that he could possibly save EX Kara when she only had an hour left and they seemed to need at least a few hours to get E38 Kara vulnerable from red sunlight?
Zari cutting off Curtis to explain things “in English” before anyone could request it was glorious, which made it all the more frustrating when mere scenes later she couldn’t hack the WaveRider herself
Even assuming Kara would fall straight back down to Earth, a projectile of her weight (slim though she is) from that height would have pushed Nate far deeper into the ground if not flattened him- he’s made of steel, not invincible. (Also, the part where Cait took Amaya and Zari into the air, while neat, was just hard to buy into given the whole atmospheric pressure thing of rising that fast- but thinking on it I normally ignore that with these shows so I don’t know why it particularly bothered me today)
Imagine: Barry and Iris and the whole crew taking the WaveRider to join Joe, Cecile, and Wally, and then Ray being the wedding officiant; also, if they had to do a double wedding, keeping Martin alive and he and Ray could have presided over the joint ceremonies (even though it was absolutely ridiculous, and unnecessary and since OF are having a reception in this week’s episode they really could have waited- especially because I’m sure they will need to document it as having been in Star City, and not Central City at the same time the Arrow showed up there and omfg I️ resent this so much)
I️ am curious if the research project Martin was planning on doing with Lily is going to come back up- Caitlin had an interesting eyebrow raise when he mentioned it in the first episode and I️ could see it being followed up on, whatever it is
I️ forgot for most of this event that Ray had been a student of Martin’s at one point- I️ appreciated the pan to him when Jax talked about Martin as a teacher; I️ really wish they’d addressed Martin’s Judaism before his funeral though (also, hey Legends, what would be kind of great is a reference to sitting Shiva in this week’s episode)
Wth with Len staying and how his Ray didn’t even consider staying with? (but that being said, and not to be unfair to Chyler, Caity, and Echo, it was really damn cool to see two actors who are out in their personal lives portraying gay characters, especially in that one scene “you know I️ can’t say no to that look” “I️ know-that’s why I’m using it”)
#long post#crossover tw#Nazis tw#Holocaust tw#anti-Semitism tw#to cover all those bases#and i suppose also#Arrow spoilers#not Olicity friendly
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Waiting (Torpedo/Aquarocket)
Word Count: 1900+
Characters: Raquel Ervin/Rocket, Kaldur’ahm/Aqualad, Amistad Ervin, Zatanna Zatara (sort of), Nightwing (sort of), Artemis Crock/Tigress (heavily mentioned)
Set during the invasion. Raquel knows Kaldur’s secret.
Written for @sand-son and anyone else who’s wondering who the fate Raquel’s getting married to, whether it be lady or gentleman.
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"You're getting married!?" Karen squealed.
Raquel nodded, grinning as she held up the hand with the diamond ring sparkling for all her friends to see.
"When's the big day?" M'gann asked.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Zatanna added.
Amistad burbled loudly, and spit out half a dozen bubbles from his spot on Artemis's knee. the women all laughed, and Zee turned on him, her fingers wiggling threateningly.
"Maybe you can tell us, Ami. Who's your new dad gonna be?" She tickled his ribs, and Raquel smiled as her little boy laughed.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
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Amistad was put to bed and Raquel poured over a draft with a critical eye, tapping a pen against her gritted teeth. She should be getting some rest too, Amistad rarely slept, but she had English homework to finish, and that was almost as important as sleep.
A tapping at the window made her jump, literally, out of her train of thought. And then she saw who was at the window and smiled.
"Hey, fishface," she said, helping him in the window. He'd ditched the suit, opting for an inconspicuous hoodie and jeans.
"Hello my dear," Kaldur took her hands in his and kissed her on the lips.
"Oh lord, I missed you," She gasped a moment later, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"And I missed you," Just as he was about to kiss her again, Amistad started whining.
Raquel was annoyed at being interrupted, but Ami was too cute for her to stay mad at him for long. If Kaldur was annoyed, he didn't show it. He obediently followed Raquel to the nursery helping her tend to their son.
"You are wearing the ring," he observed, handing her a warm bottle of milk.
"Well yeah, did you think I wasn't?" She asked, bouncing Amistad gently as she tried to coax the bottle into his mouth.
"Didn't people ask questions?"
"Well sure they did, but I didn't tell them. Look, I know it's a risk, but I want to wear it. I want people to know that I'm taken, that I'm yours," she squeezed his hand.
"Besides, it's fun to see the looks on the girl's faces when I refuse to tell them who I'm getting married to," she grinned.
"Raquel Ervin, you are too much."
"Don't pretend you don't love it," She sang, walking Amistad up and down the hall while she burped him.
Kaldur smiled to himself, watching her pace and coo at their son.
"Yes," he said quietly, "that is why I proposed to you."
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Zatanna had just called to tell her about Malina island the next time she saw him. She made up an excuse about Amistad being fussy, hung up, and quickly let him in.
"I just heard," she said, noticing his heavy breathing. She helped him stumble into a chair at the kitchen table and got him a large glass of water. Amistad was sitting in his high chair, and banged his tiny fists against the tray. He was always excited to see Kaldur.
"I couldn't save them," Kaldur said, staring at the glass Raquel placed in his hand. "I couldn’t save the Kroloteans.”
He raised his glass half-heartedly. “But at least Manta has sealed his place within the Light and I have won his trust," he said sarcastically. Amistad cooed, raising his arms like KAldur did and flinging food everywhere.
"I know, I know, don't beat yourself up, Kal," she squeezed his empty hand. "You did all that you could, I know you did. And that's all we can do."
Kaldur set aside his cup, and kissed Raquel, much to Amistad's delight.
"I love you, Raquel Ervin."
"I love you too, Kaldur'ahm. Even if you are a hopeless idiot. Now help me feed the baby before he tosses out all his food."
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The next visit was much shorter than the last two.
"I have to report to my father, but had to tell you-"
"Artemis and Wally are in on it and you had to win the trust of the other Light whackjobs. Nightwing told me." She told him, placing her hand on his chest.
Kaldur held her close, kissing the top of her head. "It's getting more dangerous. Nightwing thought that sending Artemis undercover would give me a boost, she has more knowledge of the criminal world workings than anyone else."
"Well you cost me my best babysitter, Fishface. You owe me." She warned.
Kaldur leaned down so that their foreheads touched. "Then let me make up for it."
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She felt guilty having the bridal shower Karen and Dinah threw at her, both keeping the identity of her fiance and the knowledge of Artemis's survival from them, from her friends, the ones who loved her so much they put together a bridal shower for her without even knowing when the wedding would be or just who the heck she was getting hitched to.
"To the bride!" M'gann cheered, wearing that same smile she used to give everyone years ago, back when she was still that peppy cheerleader that Raquel only found slightly annoying.
And as everyone toasted her a happy marriage, Raquel made her own silent prayer that she'd actually get to be married.
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She left Amistad with the elderly next-door-neighbor and barged into the team's makeshift base the moment she heard.
"What the heck happened, Nightwing, you tell me right now!" She shouted, lifting him by the collar of his kevlar suit. Rick looked to Connor for help, but the boy of steel was staying out of it.
Impulse, Beast Boy, and Wonder Girl had gathered at the commotion Rocket was causing, and long story short that's how Nightwing's plan came out to the rest of his team.
"Tigress- who is Artemis- took M'gann to help Kaldur. So long as the three of them have each other, I think they should be okay." He finished up. "All we can do is wait."
"You think!?" Raquel snapped as the freshman watched in terrified awe. "You're the freaking boy wonder, Richard John Grayson, you'd better darn well know that they'll all be safe the next time you try to pull a stunt like this."
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Zatanna visited that night, finding Raquel on the couch watching informercials with Amistad asleep on her lap, the two surrounded by unfinished homework and empty junk food containers.
"Oh, Raquel," she whispered, taking Amistad from Raquel to let her friend curl up and cry.
"I knew it was gonna be like this when I said yes, why did I say yes?" she sobbed as Zee rubbed her back in circles. "He could be dead right now! And so could M'gann and Artemis!"
"They aren't, you know they aren't!" Zatanna insisted. "Artemis is a fighter and M'gann is so incredibly powerful, they won't let anything happen to Kaldur. And now that we know that he's not evil, neither will the rest of us."
"So you know?"
Zee giggled, "You're not the only one with an affinity for bad boys," She admitted.
Raquel leaned her shoulder on Zee's head. "I miss when we were on the team, back when everyone trusted each other."
Zee kissed her forehead in a totally platonic but completely loving way. "I think I know just what you need."
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She came home from Zatanna’s suggested mission to Bialya tired and sore, pondering if she still had some ice cream left over in the fridge or if she had enough energy to take Amistad out to the frozen yogurt place down the street. She said good-bye to the sitter, and then the tapping came at the window.
With Amistad still propped on her shoulder, she ran back to the kitchen. And there he was, still there, still alive.
He opened the window himself, whispering her name over and over as he held her and their son in his arms.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she sobbed. Then Ami started crying too. Kaldur took him without hesitation, carefully bouncing him and rocking him as he'd seen Raquel do.
"So what happened?" She asked at the two sat on the couch, watching Amistad play on the blanket with his toys from Auntie Dinah and the rest of the League.
"M'gann was able to fix what she had destroyed, I feel fine, nothing out of place, and my memories are still intact-" he paused suddenly, looking at Raquel's hand.
"Why do you have a ring on your finger?"
Raquel grabbed pillow after pillow and lobbed them at him. "And you said I was a tease!" She spluttered as they both laughed. Amistad gave a laugh of his own.
Kaldur blocked her pillows with his arms, and grabbed Raquel, holding her in his arms.
"Soon, my dear," he promised soothingly, "The team is pulling Artemis and me out in a few days. You do not have to wait much longer."
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Like any good mother, Raquel made sure her boy was far from the danger of aliens threatening the world. She put him on the Watchtower with Catherine Cobert and Simon Carr to watch him, while she and literally every other League member, team member, and ally gathered outside of Lex Luthor's building, of all places, to stop the Reach's Endgame.
She stood by Kaldur's side, while Luthor droned on, holding his hand so tightly you'd think the heavy winds would suddenly carry him away from her again.
They were each put on different squads, Kaldur with his old friend Lagoon Boy, and Raquel with the, er, strange Doctor Strange.
"Good luck," He whispered, quickly kissing her forehead. Dang, he looked so good back in his old red-and-black uniform again.
"Go save the world, Fishface," she smiled at him.
And they did.
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Raquel had been waiting for six months. You'd think that two weeks would be easy.
It. Was. Torture.
Since they didn't really know when Kaldur would finish his job undercover, and since Raquel couldn't quite tell everyone exactly who she was engaged to without blowing his cover, plans that would have spanned over a few months or maybe even a year were crammed into those two weeks.
Raquel wanted to just have a plain and simple wedding to get it over with, but then Dinah and Oliver stepped up and offered to pay for the whole thing, and she couldn't refuse that. And then there were Atlantean and surface cultures clashing where both Kaldur and Raquel each wanted their partner to be able to have their culture represented as much as possible.
Somehow, it all worked out.
It was held in a small church in Dakota city, on the edge of the street where she grew up. Atlanteans and metas and normal human friends crowded the tiny white building, each fighting for a better view of Augustus helping Amistad walk down the aisle as the ring bearer, or Roy Harper carrying his daughter and her basket of petal bombs which she promptly pelted at the guests more so than the floor, and of course, the beautiful bride herself.
Raquel met eyes with Kaldur as she entered the chapel, watching his face glowing and his smile growing as she approached him step by step.
After all she'd been through and all the time she'd waited, the ceremony flew past, and soon enough they were kissing and people were cheering and Amistad was clapping his chubby little fists as he was handed back to his parents.
"So was it worth the wait?" Kaldur whispered lowly, kissing her again.
"Oh it was, Fishface," she grinned, "Worth it and more."
#torpedo#aquarocket#raquel ervin#rocket#kaldur'ahm#aqualad#i don't normally ship this#but raquel is cool and this was too good an idea to leave lying around#amistad ervin#young justice
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