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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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Late Night Talking

Late Night Talking

Damian Wayne x Reader

Idea: Damian wayne x reader where he gets kicked on her fire escape and knocked out. She takes him in and tries to patch him up. His brothers get scared about his disappearance and go to find him not wanting to leave her company (she could be wanting to be a veterinarian and he's listening to her talk about cow's 4 stomachs (completely Dr. Pol knowledge, not actual veterinarian knowledge))

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I tried to start this during my night shift, but I'm really tired right now and I work again tonight, so I need sleep (I ended up finishing this about a month later). This is Reader POV most of the time. Both reader and Damian are about 16, but I’m still thinking of the art and costume style of the Batman vs Robin animated movie instead of JDL: Apokolips War Damian. Family dynamics are based on the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures Webtoon series where they all have a somewhat working relationship. I have ideas in the works, but requests are still OPEN. Feedback is always appreciated, especially since I don’t know if I characterized Damian correctly. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Injuries and blood mentioned, Veterinarian knowledge (that’s completely Dr. Pol based, should not be used for any factual diagnosis), a shirtless Damian, the Batfam crashing the party (although you only hear Batman and Nightwing talk), tell me if I missed any warnings

Word Count: 2,111

Curled underneath a cave of blankets, I was reading Murder on the Orient Express for the ten billionth time. Snow was falling outside of my room in Gotham, building up a layer on top of the fire escape outside of my window. I needed a break from reading all of my other Veterinarian books. I haven’t even applied to any college for undergrad much less to be a Veterinarian yet, but if I was going to get an internship somewhere before school, then I wasn’t going to limit the animals that I worked on. I’m currently reading about a cow's four stomachs.

**THUD**

What the fuck was that. It sounded like something dead hit my window, but louder. It better not be another bat. I got in trouble from my parents trying to help one that was almost dead on my fire escape. I put down my book, grabbed a baseball bat I kept by my bed for intruders, and made my way toward my window. When I opened the blinds, there was this dark limp figure spread out over my fire escape. Through the darkness I could make out an R in a lighter color on his chest. Robin. Wow, Robin is almost dead on my fire escape. I opened the window and tried to assess what I could of his current condition. A sword layed next to him and his face was cut and bruised up with a pretty bad one around his eye as the snowflakes started to cover his unmoving long eyelashes. I poked his ribs with the end of my bat. He groaned in pain. Well he wasn’t dead, at least that’s good. Figuring it was a better idea to have Batman and Robin on my good side, even though I couldn’t think of a reason I would be on their bad side, I decided to help the injured boy instead of leaving him vulnerable to the jaws of Gotham.

I grabbed Robin’s wrists, hoping that they were not broken, and started to drag him into my room. He groaned out of pain every time I pulled, but he didn’t fight me. Probably didn’t have the energy anymore. I needed to figure out why he was so weak. I picked him up as best as I could with my weak arms and laid him on my bed. I didn’t care if he got my sheets bloody, they would wash out. I quickly went back to the window, whipped all the snow off my balcony so no one suspected anything, shut my window, latched it, and closed my blinds. No one is seeing this vulnerable Robin. The city needs him and the rest of the Batman group to be strong and fearless.

I looked at the rise and fall of his chest, ok he’s breathing. No hugely bleeding spots that I can see, but I’m not sure if he’s going to let me take off his suit to get a really good look. I slowly move my hand toward his neck, but retract it before I can get too close. Best to try to see if he’s awake now and establish at least a working relationship.

“Robin.”

“What?” He didn’t sound confused, so that’s good. He kinda sounded like he was giving me the cold shoulder, but I’m not going to take it too personal. He probably had a rough night.

“Ok, well, my name is Y/n. I’m not going to hurt you or fight you. You landed on my balcony half dead and really hurt. I’m not going to force you to do anything, but is it okay if I take off your suit or parts of it to make sure you’re not extremely hurt or bleeding anywhere else?”

“No.” I was expecting that. “You’re asking me to drop my guard and be a defenseless civilian.”

“First of all, even in your REALLY battered state right now, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you wanted to, not gonna to lie. Second of all, would anyone who’s trying to help you hurt you?” That was probably a stupid question. He’s probably been double crossed countless times.

“In my line of work. Yes.” Figured.

“Okay, it’s your choice to bleed out if I can’t figure out if you’re bleeding at all.” I picked up whatever book was closest. Dang it, some of his blood got on the cover. Well, it made Murder on the Orient Express more murderous. I just kept reading my book on the floor. He could leave if he wanted to. I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t even turn when I heard him grunting through the pain and rustling my bedspread. I thought I was going to hear his boots hitting the ground next to me to make his way out of my room, but that’s not what I heard at all. It sounded like the clicks of a keyboard and then the sound of metal hitting each other and the soft thud of it hitting my bedspread. I turned to look up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his chest plate armor off along with his cape/hood, but his domino mask was still on. That would be enough. His chest was littered with old white scars, purple and green bruises at different stages of healing, and some new red cuts that he probably got tonight. I put my book back down and grabbed some exam gloves while he heaves himself to lay back on my bed. “Anywhere you’re super concerned about?” Figured it would be better to ask. I’m pretty sure he hurts all over, but I couldn’t tell that, and I currently can’t see any gushing blood on his skin. Just some pretty purple bruises that scored his ribs, some small but long cuts that were bleeding near the top of his chest, and a couple of white scars painted his lower abdomen. For someone you assumed who’s been through a lot to be his age and fighting with Batman, he didn’t look too bad. He shook his head no at me.

I left him on my bed and returned with a small bar soap and a small plastic bucket, which I use to shave my legs with, filled with tempered water, and a couple washcloths.

I got the washcloths wet and dabbed them on the soap so it wouldn’t sting his cuts too badly, but clean his slightly dark skin so there would be a less chance of infection. I kept looking up at his eyes. His emerald green eyes. Part of my brain wants to look at his eyes just for pleasure and the other wants to make sure his nervous system is okay.

“Why do you keep staring at my eyes? Do I look that bad?” Even though his facial expression was completely serious, I couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not. I decided to play it safe and repeat the first logical thing that came to my head.

“Well, I’m watching the skin behind your eyes because I don’t know what other people hit you over the head tonight. So if the skin behind your eyes turns black, also called racoon eyes, it could mean you had severe head trauma and your cerebrospinal fluid, which is the fluid surrounding your brain and spinal cord, is leaking and you need way more care than I could provide. You would need a hospital at that point.” His facial expression to me couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or offended.

“You seem too young to be a doctor.”

“You seem to young to be Batman.” Damn my big mouth. I was SURE he was going to march out of my room. He did stare at me with an ‘if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under’ look. Better try to explain myself quickly. “Both of my parents are ICU doctors who specialize in trauma, and since I want to be a Veterinarian, some of their knowledge rubs off on me.”

I tried to avoid his eye contact after that because I couldn’t tell whether I was on his good side or not. I couldn’t do much with my limited current skill, but I squeezed his skin together to make the skin as close together as possible before I put some gauze and bandages over them, which were Superman bandaids ok, don’t judge me. I look up at him while finishing my work to find his deep emerald eyes focusing behind me where my books lay. I turned over my shoulder to find him staring at my Veterinarian book.

“You like animals, because you keep staring at my Vet book?”

“They’re nicer than people sometimes and that’s the reason why I’m a vegetarian now.” You’re just glad the thick air between the two of you has broken. He was actually becoming a better person to talk to.

“You just gotta make sure you replace your nutritional intake that you would have gotten from meat. That’s the main mistake people make when going vegan is they become too deficient in protein.”

“Why do you want to be a Vet, may I ask?” I sat next to him on my bed as I was done patching him up and we were just talking like old friends at this moment.

“Animals are just so complex it’s really cool. For instance, cows have four stomachs and if they have gas trapped in their 4th stomach, how you fix it is you twist their head so their sense of balance gets off, roll them on their back, listen for the stomach which would sound like a balloon, sew it to the belly wall, then roll them right side up so the stomach stays in the correct place.”

“I actually have a cow that I rescued from a slaughterhouse.” He shared this fact before thinking that maybe he shouldn’t mention it. What was she doing to me?

“WOW Really?!?! I mean, I don’t think you would let me see them because that would reveal your identity, but that’s still really cool.”

**BANG!!**

A noise of someone landing not so gently on my fire escape silenced the room. Robin put his finger to his lips and I nodded in response not wanting to move or make a sound.

He silently got off my bed and crept over to the window, making sure to stay crouched out of sight. He slowly moved the curtain to peek through the glass. After a moment he threw open the window.

“What are you doing here?”

“Your tracker was off and you weren't answering any of your calls. We tracked your last location to around here and found the balcony with significantly less snow on it figuring you had to go into hiding.” Ok that HAD to be Batman, there was no way that deep scary voice wasn’t him. Even though you haven’t had any interaction with him before, and you’d like to keep it that way, that’s just what you’d imagine him sounding like.

“Who you got in there birdie that you had to take your shirt off for?” Ok this was a completely less mature voice than Batman. I suspect it’s one of the other and maybe former robins, but I couldn’t tell which one without being able to look out the window.

“I didn’t want to leave her company. I’ll be out in a sec.” Robin closed the window with more force than you think he intended.

“So there IS a SHE! We were scared you were dead again.” You heard muffled through the window glass and THAT you couldn’t help but laugh at.

I picked up Robin’s suit as he turned back towards me and I helped him get it on without messing up my stitching job too much. As the final pieces of his hood came on and he picked up his sword, he turned towards me in the darkness of my room.

“So this is goodbye I guess.” I say with only a little sadness behind it. I mean, what else am I supposed to think. He landed on my balcony by accident. He has no obligation to me, nor would I think he would want an obligation.

“Don’t be certain of that beloved.” Woah, I like that nickname. “I might just crash on your balcony on purpose next time.” He said with a smirk. He turned and opened my window and left without a trace. Well, not exactly, because I heard multiple metal clanks of the fire escapes from multiple people jumping on them. Maybe tonight wasn’t the worst night to get lost in a book.

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iliumheightnights · 1 year

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Rest | Clark Kent x Male Reader

Fandom: Superman, Arrowverse Pairing: Clark Kent x Male Reader Summary: Hero work takes a lot out of a person, even Superman. Sometimes he just needs a break. A bit of time to rest.

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“Thank you Superman!”

Clark smiled as he flew away from the scene. He had just helped put out a rather out of control fire that was dangerously close to a hospital. The firefighters had been on the way, but of course Superman was faster. Thanks to Clarks intervention the fire was put out rather quickly and there were no casualties. Maybe a few burns, but nothing life changing.

That was a great feeling. Sometimes situations like that don't always end well.

He was on his way back home when he heard a loud bang come from a construction site not far away. Home would have to wait as he adjusted his flight path. Something told him that perhaps that night was going to be a long one.

Clark was right. One thing led to another the entire night. The construction site issue was a beam falling and causing a worker to dangle from the top of the building until Superman saved him. Then after that there was a robbery, then there was a cat that was stuck in a tree. There were just a lot of things happening. By the time he had finally returned home, it was already seven in the morning.

When he entered he saw M/n was already up and sitting on the couch. “Welcome home. Long night huh?” Clark let out a yawn and stretched his arms. “You can say that again.” He gave a tired smile to his boyfriend before walking over and laying down over M/n’s lap. Clark hadn’t even bothered to change out of his suit, that’s how M/n knew his boyfriend was tired. That wasn’t always the most comfortable thing and normally he was always ready to get out of it.

M/n smiled and gently ran his hands through Clark’s hair. “Well at least you’re home now. So, were there any fun stories about tonight?” Clark hummed. “There was a cat stuck in a tree. Pretty easy except it kept trying to scratch me.” M/n laughed at that and looked Clark over. Of course there weren’t any visible scratches. “Well good thing you have that impenetrable skin.” Clark could hear the smirk in that sentence. “Very funny.”

Not long after that the sound of gentle snoring could be heard. M/n looked down to see that Clark had fallen asleep and smiled. He’d try to move Clark, but not now. For now he’d let Clark stay right there, right where he was. He deserved his sleep after everything he’s done for everyone.

M/n then picked up the remote and turned down the tv. He knew he’d be stuck there for a little while.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year

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Pine ~ B.A.

Part 4

A/n: I’ve seen a lot of people want this series to return so I thought it would be a good place to start for my Wednesday fic continuations :) Enjoy!

Word Count: 6100+

MASTERLIST

It was hard to keep mistrusting Jay as Earth 2 Y/n went off at every chance to tell anyone who would listen how amazing he was. In fact, everyone used it as a reason for Y/n to finally stop being so difficult. But Y/n couldn't stop thinking about how Zoom didn't steal his speed, and it rang around in his head.

"Hate to play Devil's advocate-" Eobard began in Y/n's head.

"Untrue but continue," Y/n shot back.

Eobard' s smile was something Y/n felt rather than saw as he continued, "Look I don't trust him either, but he might have not taken your speed because it's different than Barry's. If Zoom works off of Barry's speed, he might work with the normal Speed Force. But you use the Negative Speedforce, so-"

"My powers might cancel his out," Y/n realized. "Okay but how could he know that? How could he know how my powers worked? How YOUR powers worked. He's not from the future, and if there were different speed forces wouldn't that have come up with Harry or Jay at the very least? Or Y/n, since he knows so much about Flash from Earth 2." Y/n ran his hands through his hair. Then he paused. "You know... another question: why did Zoom keep Jesse alive?"

"For bait," Eobard drawled. "I mean we already knew that."

"Yeah but bait for WHAT?" Y/n demanded. "What could Harry do that he can't do on his own? Get close to Barry. Put himself on the line. Obviously. But for what? If Zoom wanted Barry dead, he could have killed him that night he beat Barry up and dragged him around town to rub it in everyone's face. He proved he's faster than Barry, and he's faster than us. So he doesn't want to kill Barry. I mean, hell, if it was about getting his hands dirty why only send ONE Earth 2 meta human to kill Barry? Why not send a whole hoard and go with them to make sure it happened? I mean, all Barry doing is getting better and stronger and faster, pushing himself harder." He froze. "This is like when you pushed Barry to get faster so you could use his speed to go back to the future."

"Thanks for the reminder," Eobard grumbled in Y/n's head, but he sounded tired. Y/n didn't care enough to ask about it.

Y/n began pacing. "I mean it makes no sense for Zoom to want Barry to get better. Unless... I mean he took Jay's speed right? Maybe he wants to do the same to Barry. Which would mean he has to have a reason to do it. I mean it would make sense that if he wanted Barry's speed, like you did, he would want it to be the best possible, just before Barry was good enough to beat him." Y/n let out a long breath. "This is exactly like when you were Reverse Flash. I- I feel like-" Y/n groaned. "I feel like I'm missing something. I mean, if the pattern holds then Jay is Zoom, but that's impossible. He's here and we've seen them in two different places at the same time. Maybe they're working together? I mean, why hasn't Jay visited Y/n 2 since he's been back, if they're as close as they seem? He has excuse after excuse, and even Y/n seems weirded out by it. He expected Jay to be there at his side. It's like-" He went still again. "It's like he's a completely different person."

Eobard chuckled in Y/n's head. "Isn't that what Harrison's old friends said about me?"

Y/n began walking again, but it quickly turned into a run as he sped to where Harry and Jesse were talking. They turned at the sound of rushing air, and whatever pleasant conversation they'd been having stopped as smiles dropped when they saw Y/n's expression. "I'm sorry to bother you, but Harry I have a very urgent question."

Immediately Harry stood. He'd kept to the promise he'd made when Y/n had first woken up, and more than ever it was appreciated in this moment. "Jesse I'll be back in a second okay?" She nodded immediately and the two men went into the hallway, far out of earshot of Jesse.

Y/n turned to Harry. "Did Zoom ever contact you? Ask for you to do something in favor of Jesse being alive?" Harry seemed to hesitate, and Y/n touched his shoulder. "I will never blame a father for protecting his child. Ever. I don't care what you've done."

That seemed to ease Harry enough to say, "He wanted me to take Barry's speed. Bring it to him and slowly but surely give it to Zoom so he'd be faster." He rubbed the back of his neck. "He's obsessed with being the fastest man alive, I'm not surprised that-"

"Why aren't you surprised?" Y/n asked, dead serious.

Harry analyzed Y/n's expression. "What are you thinking?"

Y/n bit his lip, trying to organize his chaotic thoughts into a coherent sentence. "Jay said Zoom stole his speed." Harry nodded. "And Zoom proved that he's more than fast enough to take Barry down, the night he almost killed Barry. He obviously doesn't want Barry dead, because he wants his speed. And if he doesn't want Barry dead, he wants his speed, why send meta humans to kill him?" Harry's eyes began to widen. Y/n didn't stop. "I think Zoom is... training Barry, in a weird way. Making him better, stronger. So when he steals Barry's powers, they'll be as good as possible without being good enough for Barry to beat him. But- but if that's the case, why doesn't he just take them? Why does he need you to do it? I mean, if he took Jay's, why can't he just do it again?"

Harry was silent for a very long time. "We already figured out that in a lot of ways, we're different than you guys. We vibrate at a different frequency, for example. Maybe whatever Zoom did to Jay couldn't work here because of those differences. Maybe he's waiting for that perfect moment. After all, Jay and Zoom fought for two years, right? Something along that timeline." Y/n considered that, then sighed. Harry nodded in understanding. "I know you don't trust him Y/n, and after everything I've heard about Eobard Thawne, I can imagine why - especially with how more similar these situations are getting by the day. But we know Jay isn't Zoom, we've seen it with our own eyes. Not everyone trying to help you is secretly a villain."

Y/n put his hands on his hips. "Then why is Jay being so distant from Y/n 2? I mean the way Y/n talks it, they were like father and son. Jay trained Y/n to be a hero. They worked closely together. They're like Barry and Cisco and Caitlyn. If Barry had been taken, Caitlyn and Cisco would be all over him waiting for him to wake up. Everyone said that Jay almost seems to avoid talking to Y/n, or being anywhere near him. Sometimes he even does things that when I tell Y/n, he makes odd faces, or he'll tell me stories that honestly don't match our Jay. It's like they're two different people. Exactly like when Eobard Thawne became Harrison Wells."

Again, Harry nodded, taking it into serious consideration. "I see what you're thinking, but you have to be serious right now. We're facing a threat, and you're trying to prove someone we all trust is an enemy. It would destroy Caitlyn and his relationship if you pushed this, and I doubt she'd forgive you if you were wrong." Y/n began to get frustrated, and Harry held his hands up defensively. "I'm not saying don't do it, or drop it. You're no scientist, but you're incredibly clever and you see things simply, and for what they are. You have incredible insight and your gut instinct allows you to reveal some truths that Barry and Caitlyn and Cisco and I look past because we're thinking too out of the box. Sometimes things are exactly as they appear, and that goes for all of us. I'm just saying... get some proof before you make a scene out of this, okay? Some real, solid proof. Not just hunches or misaligning information. Not just a feeling, but logical, undeniable proof. Joe and Iris will follow you on a feeling, but you need everyone to believe you, and when dealing with scientists' minds, you need proof so undeniable that you literally cannot deny it."

Y/n nodded. "You're right. Thanks Harry." Harry nodded back and they parted. Y/n left, heading next to look for Jay. He found him outside, seeming to be enjoying the nice day. Y/n had taken the day off of work today, calling in sick. Since he never did that, they allowed the last minute call out as long as he was willing to deal with double the work the next day. This also meant that Barry was at the lab with Joe, and Iris was at work. Everyone else was inside. They were alone.

As Y/n approached, Jay looked over and immediately seem to grow uncomfortable. On guard. Not necessarily in a defensive way, but more in a way that he always did when Y/n came in the room. Y/n had not made his distrust remotely secret, and it had always made Jay a little awkward. Y/n tried to look at it through a logical lens; just because he thought Jay was suspicious, him being guarded around Y/n, who was off putting and often aggressive made sense. It wasn't proof he was shady, even if it felt like it was. "Hey Y/n," Jay greeted, sighing as he spoke. He was ready for a fight. Y/n's expression was probably as readable as ever.

"Hey," Y/n greeted passively. He stopped in front of Jay, and they both grew quiet. Y/n thought back to how Y/n 2 had described their relationship, and how Harry had reacted to Y/n saving Jesse. If they really had been close, even if it was less than a father-son thing and more just like a friend thing, wouldn't Cisco have been endlessly thankful for Y/n saving Caitlyn, or wouldn't Jay at least have been like Barry was when Y/n had saved Eddie? Why did he seem to be almost... regretful? Every time it was brought up, Jay seemed to grow distant and quiet, and he seemed to fight a frown. Like he wasn't happy about it. "Have you been in to see Y/n yet? From your Earth I mean. He's been missing months, I'm sure you're relieved that he's okay. He never stops talking about how close you two are."

Jay actually smiled. "Yeah he's like my little brother." His smile seemed tight though, and Y/n wondered how to draw out of him why. "But I've been busy. He understands. He needs to rest anyway, you know? I'm just gonna let him heal and when it comes time, we can hang out when he's feeling better." He paused, then seemed to remember something. "Thank you for saving him by the way. It means a lot to me, and I owe you a lot." He smiled, patting Y/n on the chest, but he'd said it as an after thought. It felt... forced.

Y/n nodded anyway though. "Of course. I just, listen that's not why I'm really here." He donned an awkward smile. "I just... I hate to ask, because I know I haven't been the best to you, but I think Zoom is going to try and pull a Thawne and attempt to steal Barry's powers. I don't know why yet, but - anyway I was just wondering if you would maybe tell me how Zoom took your speed? I think he'll try something similar with Barry."

Jay seemed to hesitate, but then he nodded. "He stabbed me with his fingers. I think there was something attached to them, but they injected into me and drained me of the Speed Force." Y/n nodded. "You're a smart man. A full blown scientist and stuff. How do you think it works?"

Once again, Jay hesitated, this time longer. He seemed to be looking at Y/n with a look that feigned nervousness but was really just an attempt to read him. To see where he was going with this. He was suspicious, but of what? Y/n had given him a perfectly good reason to ask, and if he had nothing to hide then why be so weird about the questions? "I think he separated the speed force from my cells and extracted it. It's possible, and irreversible."

Again Y/n nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think we could do to prevent that with Barry? I mean he can just vibrate through any armor we give him. Is there nothing to stop Zoom in the end when he gets what he wants? When he's ready to strike?"

That caused Jay to raise an eyebrow. "You don't think he's trying to kill Barry?"

"No," Y/n answered immediately. "I mean if he'd really wanted to kill Barry he would have when he'd dragged Barry around a while ago. Made a whole show of how much he beat Barry, so on and so forth. I think he's fatting him up per say, like a Thanksgiving turkey, or bacon for breakfast. Which confuses me, because when he had me captured, I couldn't train anymore. In fact, I was getting weaker, so if he was going to just steal my powers and then let me die, you think he would have done it pretty quickly. Then I wouldn't have escaped and gotten Jesse and Y/n 2 out. Pretty dumb move on his part."

Jay huffed in amusement. "Bad guys think they know everything, don't they?" He shook his head, smiling. "I would say though, taking your powers would be a risk wouldn't they? Because he might take your shape shifting abilities, and those are useless to him. Or he might take Thawne full go since he's basically just energy at this point anyway."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Barry tell you how my powers work?"

"Caitlyn," Jay corrected.

"Makes sense," Y/n conceded. "But... Zoom wouldn't know that. I mean, he doesn't know us personally or anything, and he's only ever seen me with Thawne's speed, so you'd think he'd just assume it was mine. He has no proof otherwise."

Jay nodded at that. "I don't know then. I would say he might have been considering using you as leverage like Jesse, but he didn't have to let you keep your powers for that. Maybe it was just one of those things, right? People make mistakes. Now you're back and a lot more of our friends are safe. His loss."

"Huge loss," Y/n agreed. "Can't wait to rub it in his face next time I see him." He smiled at Jay and then turned and began walking away. "If you need me, I'll be with Y/n 2. We have a lot to talk about now that I think about it. Being on Earth 2 and so close to you and having been with Zoom all that time, he might know something important." He waved then and zoomed back to the room where Y/n 2 was. He smiled at him, and got a smile back. He sat in his usual spot, letting a breath out. "How you feeling?"

"Pretty good actually." Y/n 2 had found a safe haven on the bed, comfy and healing. "You know I was wondering why it was taking me so long to heal, and then I realized... I mean, he was using my blood. To make a sort of healing potion or whatever. He withdrew it every day, and I only realized about a month or two in what he must be doing with it. I don't know how much he has stored up, but... if I'm right we have a problem."

Y/n considered that a second. "Let's not talk about that now. Why don't you tell me more about Jay?" The other Y/n light up, immediately diving into yet another story. Y/n would think the other him was in love with Jay in any other circumstance, but it hadn't seemed like that was the case. When Y/n 2 finished his story, Y/n asked, "What do you think about Caitlyn and Jay?"

Y/n 2 considered that a moment. "I mean, if they're happy together then I'm happy for him. But... isn't he a little old for her?"

Bingo. "What do you mean? He's plenty young."

The other Y/n laughed. "I mean I know they say you're young until you're dead, but I mean he has to be old enough to be her dad, or somewhere around there at least."

"Really?" Y/n hummed. "He doesn't look it."

Y/n 2 seemed confused for a moment, but then recognized the look on Y/n's face. "You think something's up?"

"I know something's up," Y/n corrected. "And you're going to prove it. You think you can stand?"

Y/n helped Y/n 2 get better at walking for the next few days in prep for the perfect moment Y/n could carry out his plan. The moment came when a meeting was called. Everyone would be there - it was perfect.

Y/n was impatient, waiting for everyone to get back. It probably didn't help that Barry was the first one to arrive. The men sat in silence for a while until Y/n offered up, "So why isn't Patty ever here? Last I heard you were planning to tell her."

Barry chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah... then she almost got killed by the Turtle because I tried to save her, and it just reminded me that everyone close to me is constantly in danger, and I began wondering... maybe, you know, she shouldn't know."

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, I heard that huge secrets like that really make the strongest of relationships." Barry glared at Y/n. "I'm serious, Barry. You can't think that's going to go well for long. Are you serious about this girl or not? I mean for goodness sakes, she's a cop. She's already in danger. Wouldn't she be safer if she knew what was going on? What to expect? Who to trust? All the people closest to you know your secret for a reason. You suck at keeping one."

Barry sighed. "I guess. I just-"

"Whatever excuse you're about to come up with, save it," Y/n chastised. "The only thing you have to consider, is if all of the hard things and bad days and struggles are worth it. She is always going to be in danger if you love her. As long as she's in Central City at least, whether she knows or not. At least she could have been better prepared facing Turtle, knowing his whole thing about what's dearest to you, if she knew she was that dearest thing."

Barry seemed to genuinely consider it for a moment. Then his shoulders sagged in defeat. "I hate that you're always right." Y/n grinned in victory, and Barry seemed to catch it, mirroring the expression. Y/n was struck by how attractive he was when he smiled. He light up the whole room, his eyes shining like twinkling lights. He was beautiful.

They looked away from each other at the same time.

Mercifully, that was when Cisco, Jay, Caitlyn, Harry and Jesse came in as well. They began discussing business, waiting for Joe and Iris to get back as well. Apparently there was some big plan they wanted to discuss with someone. When they were all together, and the plan to go to Earth 2 was exposed, Y/n was the first one to pipe up. "I have to go."

Cisco seemed surprised by that. "Have to? Hell, why would you even want to? Earth 2 is where Zoom is, in case you forgot. We're going to be on his turf again. You're going to be back to where you almost died."

"Yeah, but-" he paused. "Y/n's girlfriend is probably worried sick. I want her to know he's okay."

Harry scoffed. "What, as him? Don't you think explaining the whole Earth 2 thing will be a bit hard for her to wrap her head around?"

"Knowing her?" Y/n mumbled under his breath. "Not really." A few people heard him though and he smiled to himself like he had a secret. And he did. For some reason, knowing that HE got Patty in this universe sent a little thrill through him. He was happy there. He could only imagine how Patty was worried sick... but then he thought about how it had been around two years that Y/n had been missing. He wondered suddenly if she had moved on. If Y/n 2 had anything to go back to. "Honestly, she might have moved on." This he said normally, seriously. "I mostly want to see if other Y/n has anything to go back to when he's well enough to go home again."

Barry nodded, speaking first. "Fair enough. You're coming with us."

"Awesome. In my stead, I think Y/n 2 needs some space to walk around." He looked at the med room and Y/n 2 took his cue beautifully, limping out right then. He looked around the room, smiling, and Y/n couldn't help but notice the way his eyes glanced over Jay without a second thought. The same way it glanced over all of the others. Without recognition, or excitement at seeing a familiar face, or even excitement at seeing one of the people he was closest to. Y/n helped his other self further into the room and looked over to see Jay frozen and awkward. He felt like he was winning. Now he was sure, beyond belief that he'd been right.

Jay Garrick was not who he said he was.

He just needed more proof, something absolutely undeniable. And he was going to get it.

Y/n leaned against the desk, smiling at everyone again. "I'll try and stay out of your way, I just hate sitting back and doing nothing all day everyday, especially when you're all out there putting your lives on the line for my world. I want to help." Everyone nodded, and it was set. Jay and Y/n met eyes, and his face darkened when he saw Y/n smirk. Y/n was onto him, and only then did the question of whether that was a good idea or not arise.

Guess it was too late to go back now.

Earth 2 was awesome, but impossible to pay attention to with Y/n's tunnel vision. They didn't have long and they had a lot to do. Y/n had separated from the group pretty quickly, racing through the city to try and find Earth 2 Patty.

He found her at the precinct. Y/n wasn't even remotely surprised. In fact, he chided himself for not having looked here first.

Ignoring Barry - mostly because Barry was scrambling, accompanied by Iris, and seeing her look at him like that knowing the two of them were together in this world made him sick to his stomach - Y/n watched Patty. Watched her move, stone cold and zoned out. She looked like Barry had when he had first lost Y/n, before confronting him. Now things were awkward, and there was still pain between them, but it was almost a relief to the hollowness that had echoed in Barry before. Seeing it again in Patty made Y/n's heart ache.

"You're seriously crushing on her?" Thawne snapped.

Y/n sighed. "No. Honestly, at first maybe a little. She was such a reprieve. But now she's Barry's, and they were made for each other." He chuckled a little, shaking his head. "It's just, in this world, I'm so happy. They're so in love and Y/n's only ever been a success. A hero. My mistakes are horror stories compared to his. It's just nice to think about. That in some reality at least, I'm happy." His voice cracked, eyes watering. He rose a hand to wipe his eyes to clear away the watery vision.

His mistake.

When he could see clearly again, his eyes locked with Patty's. She looked like she was about to fall to her knees. Y/n out a finger to his lips, suddenly panicked. How had she seen him? Oh god what was he going to tell her? His reaction - caution, and panic - made her hesitate. He saw the pain she was feeling though, forcing herself to stay put, so he waved her over. She made some excuse and slid away from the precinct and outside, to Y/n's side.

She approached him slowly, eyes wide and full of tears. Her hands extended out, arms limp and fingers twitching. Like she wanted to touch him but was terrified to. He couldn't torture her like this. "I'm not your Y/n," he whispered. "But I can take you to him."

She physically stuttered. "I... I have questions."

He nodded. "I know. Feel free to ask them."

So she did. They spent ten whole minutes talking, getting all the details of what happened, where Y/n 2 had gone, and who the person in front of her now was. When she was satisfied, she looked at Y/n very seriously. "Take me to him."

Y/n was impressed. She had taken everything so well. "Of course. Can I ask you one favor?" She nodded immediately. "Whatever you need."

A smile came to Y/n's face. One of victory. "Y/n was very close to Jay. I'm assuming as you two were dating and you know who he is, and you and Jay were close too?" Patty nodded immediately. "If I showed him to you, could you identify him for me?" She nodded again, this time slowly. "Thank you. Someone's impersonating Jay Garrick and I need proof so my friends will believe me."

That was enough explanation. Her loyalty extended to Jay, and it made Y/n gleeful. "No one taints Jay's name. Show me the man."

They were gone.

They appeared on Earth 1 just in time. Barry looked surprised to see Patty in Y/n's arms, especially because she was so obviously from Earth 2, but the pair blew past him and he didn't get any time to question it. They moved instead into the main control room. Y/n 2 seemed to have gotten his feet underneath him and though he moved slowly around the room, he was moving without limping or holding onto anything. An improvement.

Patty ran to Y/n immediately. The clatter of her footsteps made Y/n turn and despite his weakness, he didn't even hesitate to rush to meet her in the middle.

Barry walked in and saw the pair and froze in the doorway. "You're alive," Patty gushed, tears streaming down her face.

Y/n 2 laughed, wiping the tears off of Patty's face even as his own face was covered. "I'm so sorry Pat, I- I'm so sorry-" he was breaking down and everyone watched on with extreme confusion.

And then they kissed.

Barry looked at Y/n, who refused to look at anything or anyone. Watching Y/n 2 be happy was only a reminder that he wasn't, and watching the weird jealousy in Barry's face only made it worse. "Patty." He only called her name when the pair had parted and caught their breaths. She wiped her face, sorting herself out quickly before she turned to Y/n.

"Right. Where is he then?"

"Where is who?" Not-Jay asked, looking between the three people with growing stress.

Y/n stepped forward, smirking. His arms crossed over his chest. "For you."

Caitlin went to approach Y/n, growing angry at what she saw as childishness, but she was stopped short by Patty's voice. "Who the hell are you?"

The room was dead silent for a few beats. "What am I missing?" Y/n 2 asked.

Patty said it for Y/n. "That man is claiming to be Jay Garrick. Our Jay."

Y/n looked at the blonde who definitely was not Jay Garrick. "Excuse me?"

Everyone looked at Y/n with shock. All except Patty and Y/n 2, who were enraged, and Jay, who looked at Y/n with a look so impressed that it was almost awe. "Y/n..." he mused, turning to the one person who had known he was full of shit since day one. "How did you figure it out?" Caitlin stumbled away from him in horror. Cisco caught her, keeping her close so she didn't fall to her knees.

Y/n didn't focus on that. Instead he focused on Jay, his eyes narrowing and his mind racing. "We've had a villain like you. One who wanted to harvest Barry's speed. One who pretended to be our friend. Your just another Eobard Thawne - the only difference is how you disguised yourself. You didn't just have Y/n 2 in there because you're using his blood for healing. You had Y/n in there because he would have identified you immediately. The only reason you didn't take Patty is because she was too busy looking for Y/n to care about Jay Garrick - I guarantee it. Because even two years later, she never lost hope. She never backed down. She never gave up. She was so obsessed with it that there wasn't any hesitation to kiss him - even after two full years. Two years is a long time, and I know Patty - she focuses on something, grips it hard, and doesn't even think of letting go unless she's pried off of it."

The man pretending to be their friend sighed, long and low. "You talk to me like I AM Zoom. But you've seen us together, I can't be."

"You are," Y/n dismissed immediately. "I don't know how to prove that to you, but you're lying about who you are to get close to Barry, and I guarantee it's because you're not only working for Zoom - you are him." The man smiled, nodding to Y/n. "What's your real name?" Y/n demanded.

The man sighed once again. "You know, I think your cleverness deserves a reward." He stepped closer to Y/n and for once, no one stepped in between them or went to intervene. This was Y/n's moment, for now, everyone else was just living in it. "My name is Hunter Zolomon. I'm sure your friend, Harry, can figure it out. Until then-" he cut off, shooting forward. It was too fast for Y/n or Barry to react to. One burst of speed that carried them halfway to the Earth 2 portal, far away from the labs. Hunter was immediately on a knee though, unable to go further. His breaths were labored and he stumbled, letting go of Y/n. Both men rolled, hitting the ground hard after stopping so short from such a high speed.

When they finally stilled, Y/n pushed up to his knees. He coughed, looking over at Hunter. "Why are you doing this? Did you actually lose your powers? What do you want with Barry?"

Hunter only laughed. "You really don't understand, do you?" He stood, slowly. Y/n got to his feet much sooner but stopped short as something was jabbed into his neck. He was terrified of moving, thinking he was dead until he realized that it was a needle and not a real weapon.

Then he felt something hot pushed into his blood stream.

The needle left him and Y/n stumbled, eyes wide as he moved away. Looked toward Hunter, barely on his feet again, and Zoom. Zoom, who pulled his mask off. They... they were both Hunter. The same person. Y/n gasped as he felt his body begin to ache. But he had to get answers. "You're working with your Earth 1 counterpart?"

"No," Zoom scoffed. "I'm working with my time duplicate." He shook his head at the confusion on Y/n's face. "You'll never understand Y/n. You won't have the time." Hunter laughed as Y/n fell to his knees. Y/n looked up, trying to summon his willpower to at least look strong. Hunter seemed only amused by the effort. The Hunter in the Zoom costume approached the one out of costume, ad there seemed to be a silent understanding between them. Zoom's hand vibrated and buried deep in the other Hunter's chest. The man fell, dead, leaving Zoom standing over him with a satisfied smirk on his face. Y/n watched on in horror.

"How could you do that?" Y/n asked, breathless. He forced himself not to sag as his body began to feel heavy.

Hunter looked over, eyes snapping away from his own dead body, as if suddenly remembering that Y/n was there. Like he had gotten so lost in enjoying the sight of himself dead, he had forgotten. "Oh, him? I was going to do that anyway. He agreed of course - it was going to be a good dramatic effect. Or, it was, before you ruined it." He shrugged. "Now it has to happen because he failed me. You were too clever for us. It's really very admirable. I needed him to be better though, and he wasn't so-" He chuckled and Y/n shivered with disgust. This man... he was insane. "So hard to find good help these days," he added, tone nearing a singing sort of mumble.

"Now what?" Y/n groaned. He blinked as his vision grew blurry.

"Now..." Zoom mused. "You wait to be saved. Or you die." Y/n's arm gave out and he full lay on the ground, groaning at the impact on his shoulder. Zoom shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Let's hope Mr. Allen will be here soon." And then he was gone, and Y/n was alone.

Seconds turned to minutes ad Y/ realized the weird echoy, hollow sound was his own breathing. It felt like hours were passing but he knew it was just that the world had started spinning. He closed his eyes to shut it all out. Some time after he did that - it felt simultaneously forever and also immediately - a hand rested on his shoulder. He tried to reach up to hit it away or scramble to safety, worried for a split second that it might be Zoom, but couldn't find the strength so he only groaned. "Y/n?"

As if through a tunnel, Y/n registered that Barry was calling his name. He almost smiled and almost cried. In his head Thawne got distant, almost muffled, but was screaming at him to do something... open his eyes maybe? Or perhaps that was Barry. Y/n couldn't tell exactly. "Barry..."

He thought he was only thought it, not managing to get the words out, but Barry reacted immediately. "Y/n, oh my god. What happened?"

"Needle," Y/n managed. "Poison?" He shrugged weakly, not sure what was going on.

That seemed to confuse Barry. "That's not possible. You have a healing ability, it would have.." His voice faded and at first Y/n thought he had blacked out but realized that Barry was just worried when he picked up again, "We'll figure it out later. Let's get you to Y/n 2 so he can heal you." They were moving again, and Y/n only had the strength to realize that Barry had picked up him, holding him bridal style. Then the world flipped and Y/n groaned, feeling queasy, and he realized that they'd come to a stop - the sudden jerk had not agreed with him. "Y/n!" Barry called. It sounded like he was at the end of a tunnel, and if he wasn't holding Y/n, Y/n would have believed he was very far away.

The voices that all began to talk were too hard to follow. He blinked, trying to focus.

Meanwhile, Barry was looking at the man he loved with true terror for the first time since Y/n had first absorbed Thawne and then disappeared for several months. To the speedster's dismay, Y/n was having a very hard time. Where the needle had been injected, Y/n's veins had begun to turn a sickly green color. Barry had laid him on the table as Y/n 2 had tried his best to figure out what was wrong. If he didn't know what the problem was, he couldn't fix it - he had to know what to do with the energy currently surging through Y/n's body.

Y/n 2 shook his head. "I... I don't know..."

Y/n whined, hand limply twitching. "Barry..." he wheezed, wincing as the air pushed through his throat. Barry surged forward, taking his hand. Y/n looked up at the brunette and smiled. Thawne was far away, and for the first time in a year he felt... at peace. "I-" No, he couldn't tell Barry he loved him. That wouldn't be fair. He just laughed, wincing again, his eyes moving away from Barry to focus on the ceiling. The world got more and more blurry, until even the one voice calling to him was just a jumbled mess of tone - no discernable language to it. Someone was trying to get Y/n's attention; Y/n could tell by the way they pulled his face to look back at them. Y/n couldn't tell who it was though, especially as his heavy eyelids began to close.

The world slipped through his fingers, slowly letting him slip into darkness. He allowed the fall. With the darkness came relief from the pain, and quiet and peace. He couldn't deal with anything else right now, he felt too heavy. Too detached, like his consciousness was floating in an abyss. So he joined it.

Male readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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Harry Potter or DC mood? Totally get the mental and emotional struggle so what do you feel more in the mood to write, fluff, angst, angst to fluff, fluff to angst, or something else something more dramatic? Cause I can throw out ideas at you. Which character or characters are you more in a mood for females, males, or either? Let me know which characters you’ve been feeling more in a mood for and I’ll try to see what I can help in requesting. Make sure to hydrate and I will send you all the positivity I can.

hi! i tried to answer this as best i can but sometimes I’m known to misunderstand, so I’m sorry if I did!

HP or DC:

i’ve recently fallen back into my love of both the wizarding world and the DCTV shows

what i’m in the mood to write:

fluff

angst

fluff to angst

anything really besides smut and infidelity fics

i love writing about misunderstandings, either the angsty ones or the funny

who i write:

i no longer write for m!reader, as it was making me uncomfortable but i do still write for fem!reader and gn!reader!

wizarding world characters i write for (romantically = *, platonically = **, both will have three ***)

harry potter***

hermione granger***

ron weasley**

fred weasley***

george weasley***

newt scammander***

jacob kowalski**

lully hicks*

probably a lot more but i’m blanking, you can always ask if i’ll write for a specific character!

DCTV characters I write for (asteriks hold same meaning as above)

barry allen**

any legend of tomorrow*** (well, most of them)

kara danvers***

lena luthor ***

iris west***

if you don’t see someone you like on this list, feel free to ask!

thank you so much for this ask!! don’t worry, ive been keeping hydrated! (i got this new giant water bottle thats amazing) <3<3<3

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tinkerbelldetective · 2 years

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Hello I finally finished DC's Stargirl season 2 and Richard Swift could drag me to the shadowlands God Bless

In this, I put the nickname for reader as a reference to the fact Black Canary is my fav and I'd be okay with being recognized as a groupie for her XD Also I put some Justice League (DCAU) references in here *fingerguns*

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3 Times The Shade's Hands Were Just Out of Reach and the One Time They Weren't

"Give me the box, Shade. It doesn't belong to you."

"As I am well aware, but I don't think it belongs to you either. Farewell, little Canary." You lunged for the box in his hands, full of old Justice League records, but missed, his hand turning to shadows, just out of reach. You groaned in frustration, and guffawed upon realizing what he called you.

" Don't call me little Canary! I have a name!"

"You're a sight for sore eyes, my dear." A smirk played across his lips as he stared at you fixing up your bandages.

"Do you always make a habit of sneaking into safehouses, Shade?"

"Make no mistake, little Canary, if I wanted to "sneak", as you say, you would not even know I was here." He picked up the roll of medical tape and handed it to you, his fingers inches away from touching yours.

"Thank you."

"Watch out for snakes, next time, hmm."

"Who's a sight for sore eyes now, shadow-man?" The Shade just glared at you. "You want some help?"

Every encounter with the Shade has been... unexpected. His little stunt with the Injustice Society wasn't known to many who weren't in close contact with the JSA, and his run-ins with the Justice League are so few, he barely registers on anyone, except Batman's, radar.

You mustered your half-asleep body to your kitchen and put some water on to boil.

Pattering back into the living room, you grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the ottoman.

"Surely, you're not expecting me to stay the night, my little Canary?" You wrinkled your nose at his nickname for and sat down in the loveseat next to him.

"I put the kettle on, I hope you like chamomile."

"It'll have to do, I suppose." He supposes! He crashes into your house and flops on your couch like a dignified fish-

"Thank you, I'll be gone in a few hours. I won't impose for much longer."

You noticed the shadows were dancing around his body, fixing him up.

The kettle whistled and you hustled back into the kitchen, returning with two cups.

"Steep it a little further, but it should be nearly done," you handed him the cup, softly blowing on your own.

You hadn't seen The Shade in over five years, but you knew that British voice anywhere as you walked into the Whitmore home.

Barbara Whitmore furrowed her brows in confusion when you made a beeline for the anti-hero on the couch, kneeling beside him.

"Richard Swift, is this where you have been, Nebraska?"

"My dear Canary, I can't say I expected this."

"Did he do this to you? What happened?"

"I saved the day, for a moment. Look where it got me." You looked down his chest and saw the gash, the seeping darkness you had once seen fixing him up was near invisible. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

Well, that's a development no one saw coming.

And to your surprise, a weak squeeze came back to you.

#richard swift #the shade #dc's stargirl #justice league #dctv #dcau #stargirl continuity #the shade x reader #td dc comics

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companionjones · 6 years

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He Couldn’t Lose You

Fandoms: Arrowverse, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Pairing: Leonard Snart x Reader

Warnings: Angst

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“Where are they?” Leonard’s eyes were panicked as he ran into Ray on the Waverider.

The scientist tried to calm the desperate anti-hero down. “They’re in med-bay--but Snart!” Ray warned as Leonard pushed past him and started down a hallway, “They’re not in good shape!”

Captain Cold froze once he saw you in that room. It didn’t seem right. You were always so lively that it didn’t make sense to Leonard why you would be laying so still. He knew you weren’t sleeping. You’d be in an a lot more comfortable position if that was the case.

Leonard slowly made his way to you. He took your hand, and gently stroked it with his thumb.

The Legends had been on a mission, and had split into teams. You and Leonard were in different groups. Everyone got attacked; fighting the enemy was why Leonard was delayed in getting back to you.

Mick had been right behind Leonard the whole time. He stood in the doorway, giving you and his partner some space. “Do we know what’s wrong with them?” the alchemist asked.

Gideon answered, “Y/n has sustained multiple life-threatening injuries in their latest battle. They have a broken back, broken neck, several internal head wounds including--”

“That’s enough!” Leonard ordered.

Heatwave asked another question, “Are you going to be able to get them out of this?” His voice was low, and some would even say it sounded sad.

The super-computer responded, “It’s very touch-and-go at the moment, Mr. Rory. Right now, it’s best to see if Y/n wakes up on their own...I’m sorry, Mr. Snart.”

Leonard’s pained voice sounded, “Thank you, Gideon.”

Mick left the room to give you and Leonard some privacy.

Ray inquired once the gruff man came into view, “How’s Snart dealing with all this?”

Mick grabbed a beer from the food synthesizer in the kitchen. “Not good. He just said ‘thank you’ to the A.I. lady. Snart never thanks anyone. He must be dying inside.”

Leonard Snart felt like he was experiencing just that. He couldn’t lose you. You were too good. You didn’t deserve to be snuffed out by the darkness in the world. You were some of the last remaining light.

Without realizing, Cold had started whispering out loud to you, “Please come back. Don’t go...Don’t go...”

Leonard couldn’t lose you.

Drifting back into consciousness wasn’t a fun ride. You awoke to too many bright lights. “Gideon, turn the lights off, please,” you implored the robot.

The lights shut off. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Y/n.” Although her voice was artificial, Gideon’s smile could be heard in her words.

As your eyes focused, you found Leonard leaning back in a chair next to you. His fingers were steepled out in front of him.

“Hey,” you greeted weakly.

“Hi.” His tone was unreadable, but you were too tired to read it, anyway.

“How long was I out?”

“Sixteen hours--” Gideon began to reply.

Leonard answered instead, “Sixteen hours, thirty-two minutes and eighteen seconds.”

Seeing the faraway-look in the kleptomaniac’s eyes, you attempted to lighten the mood. “Why’re you timing me like I’m one of your heists?” you smiled crookedly at him.

He made direct eye contact with you. “Because I care too much about you, and you were dying.”

You didn’t know what to say. You weren’t used to Leonard openly admitting that he cared.

The man leaned forward, took your hand in his, and squeezed it. He was looking straight at it, almost checking if it was really there.

When he turned his gaze back to you, you understood what he was trying to say. You squeezed his hand back in turn, and smiled.

*****

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Legends of Tomorrow, along with other fics on other fandoms. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

#dc #dc x reader #dctv #dctv x reader #dc's legends of tomorrow #dc's legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow x reader #captain cold #captain cold x reader #leonard snart #leonard snart x reader #leonard #leonard x reader #snart #snart x reader #wentworth miller

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cursed-blob · 2 years

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“The Torchbearer”

I did a super self indulgent drawing of my favorite superhero, Kyle Rayner. His comics are my comfort food and I know nobody cares, but hey sometimes you just wanna have a good time and draw your favorite characters...

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lirrynoodlesoup · 3 years

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why I fell in love with ray palmer

what do i love about ray palmer?

he’s a nerd. he’s incredibly smart and accomplished (4 Phd’s for crying out loud), and a geek in all things science and space.

he’s soft. like not big and macho and tough unless he wants to be. his key character trait is his heart of gold and his commitment to being kind. i mean, he’s an eagle scout.

will take a beating for total fucking strangers, or even people who he knows dislike him and wouldn’t return the favor (looking at you mick)

team player, rule follower, general goody two shoes, always wants to do the right thing.

he always wants to see the best in people.

his kind eyes and big goofy smile doesn’t mean he can’t also throw a punch and kick some ass.

he’s very patient with others, and his EQ is very high.

he’s cringey, but like, in a cute way?

he’s sometimes cocky and very sure of his intelligence. He cares about being the hero and flexes his money - he’s not totally flawless and had shit to work on when it came to his ego.

he just wants to be important. he just wants to be remembered.

he’s not afraid to look silly.

he’s nurturing and detail oriented - HE PACKED SACK LUNCHES!

he can do anything science wise but sometimes he’s totally clueless when it comes to social cues. HIMBO but without the dumb? just beefy, kind, and occasionally socially inept

speaking of - beefy, tall, gentle giant type

have you seen that jawline?

raven dark, thick hair

intense, kind, super expressive puppy eyes !

awkward, but can no doubt turn on the charm. You can tell it’s something he had to work on dslfkjlk

billionaire, potential future father of robotics, blah blah blah

RAY of sunshine - get it?

HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED. Like holy shit he falls in love hard and fast but he just can’t catch a break, it’s tragic. He’s a hopeless romantic who just wants to cherish someone goddamnit. gentleman 100+

crooked smile crooked smile crooked smile

HUGS FOR EVERYONE

SIR RAYMOND OF THE PALMS

literal poster boy for “i can fix them”

he’ll break all those rules and act totally out of character just to protect a person he MAYBE SORT OF LIKES HE’S NOT EVEN SURE YET DJDJDK

he’s a soft boy who wants a goth gf, why lie

writer of love letters!!!! how more fucking romantic can you get??

total dork when it comes to crushes and dating at the tender age of 38

he has the ability to break a fucking cell phone in half?? with his bare hands?? that’s literally canon??? like he’s just that strong and holding back half the time I-

he’s just so... good

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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For all the time that she’s spent being a hero, she never thought she’d run into someone like you. Something about you just made Kara’s heart flutter.

It all began when Kara found herself cornered by several criminals wielding Kryptonite based weapons. Her powers were fading, her sight going blurry as the villains closed.

BLAM! BLAM! Several of the criminals were shot. You jumped into the fray. Knocking several more away.

"Come on" you pulled Kara to her feet and threw down a flash bang grenade, allowing you and Kara to escape.

Kara flies to the nearest rooftop and you follow suit with you grappling gun. "You alright" you manage to ask through your vigilante mask.

"Thanks for the assist" Kara manages to smile. You pull off your mask and give her a gentle smile. The sight of you takes her breath away. She was instantly, undoubtedly in love.

"Don't mention it" you say a little gruffly, "names Trickshot."

"Did you kill those guys back there?"

"Maybe busted their kneecaps" you shrug. "gotta say i'm quite a fan of yours, Kara Zor El"

"I'm quickly becoming a fan of you" Kara blurts out before biting her lips in embarrassment.

"What do you say to no masks and getting some coffee?" you chuckle

"It's a date" Kara rambles, "well maybe not a date date but it could-"

You give her a kiss on her knuckles and pull her along. She's cute. You may just have to team up with her more often. Or maybe you just find yourself falling for her too.

For @spartanghost118

#dc comics #dc comics fluff #dc comics imagine #dc supergirl #supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagine #kara danvers #kara danvers imagine #melissa benoist #kara danvers x reader #arrowverse #dctv

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marveldc-imagines-hub · 3 years

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Hey do you have any general poison ivy headcanons? ya know like like/dislikes, hobbies, quirks n shit!💚

Sorry this took a while! This was really one of those streams of consciousness types of posts, lol. It was really fun to write once I got started; I hope you like it!

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Poison Ivy

She was a trust fund baby

Only child to wealthy parents? Of course she was

She chooses to live fairly modestly compared to her wealth, though

A nice house, nice clothes, enough money to eat well and do whatever she needs to get done

She definitely could and would be a sugar mama if she finds the right person

Harley would definitely be the right person but she actively stays out of situations where she might become dependent on a person, even if she trusts said person

Harley certainly doesn’t mind being pampered and taken on trips occasionally, though

Contrary to popular belief, she’s not fully misanthropic

Just misandrist and rich people-phobic, ironically

She’s working on the misandry bit, though; she really doesn’t like how hateful she can be

On the other hand, she’ll happily keep hating the one-percenters, lol

Her house in the middle of nowhere, fortified, and mostly glass

She basically lives in a greenhouse, located in an overgrown forest

She does try to help people who she deems decent, those who have suffered at the hands of the same people who destroy plant life, those who try to protect and restore said plant life

Frequently anonymously donates to charities for protecting and preserving plant and animal lives

She loves alone time

She’ll spend it reading or dozing in the sun or taking care of her plants

Occasionally will also spend it plotting and experimenting with plants and poisons

She loves to lay in the sun

Stretch out like a cat and just vibe

Her favorite colors are pale yellow and sky blue

Pink has grown on her too but that’s just because a certain woman in her life likes the color so much

The fancy and sexy costumes and outfits she often wears during schemes and other business are solely for the sake of manipulation

When she’s on her own, she dresses a lot more casually

Baggy, torn, and/or frayed jeans that are stained with dirt and grass

Comfortable and usually loose-fitting shirts that are light-weight and breathable

Almost always barefoot but on the rare occasion that she can’t be, she’s usually wearing simple sandals, flats, or work boots

Hair is always tied up

She does actually enjoy makeup and getting her nails done, she just doesn’t do it very often when she’s at home because she’s always working in her gardens

She’d love to have long, claw-like acrylics but A) her nails are always short as hell and dirty from work and B) acrylics are bad for the environment, so fuck acrylics

She definitely has a tattoo or three though, from her college days

Her favorite animals are birds

She really enjoys cooking and is extremely good at it

She goes to therapy because Harley makes her

Harley is Ivy’s best influence, honestly

She suffers from nightmares

Not that it really needs to be said aloud but just for the people in the back, lady’s a lesbian

Oh, she also definitely knows flower language and definitely uses it whenever she gives Harley flowers, which Harley then has to give back because she’s bad at taking care of them and doesn’t want Ivy to get sad because a plant died

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 3 years

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Pine ~ B.A.

A/n: Hello! So I decided to help myself out with some bad mojo and to vent it in a little fic that is about to be so sad... but with a happy ending because where’s the catharsis without that am I right? Anyway, I messed with the timeline a bit so that Barry didn’t tell Iris that he was in love with her until he went back and redid the day, the first time he time travels? Because I love drama actually haha <3 Enjoy!

Word Count: 7600+

MASTERLIST

"Stop."

"What?"

"I said STOP."

"Whoa, whoa, okay. Are you... are you okay?"

"I- I'm fine. I just- I don't want to hear anymore about Iris okay, Barry?"

"Okay... Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You do everything right so consistently. That's the problem isn't it? Even when you mess up you're absolutely perfect. And then you come around and you smile and hug me and you almost die and I almost lose my mind and you-" Sudden silence. The kind that spoke more volumes than words ever could. "Barry I... Is it selfish that you've been asking me for advice on Iris and all my stupid brain could come up with is that I just don't want you to tell her how you feel? I want you to... to... Nevermind."

"Wait- no, I- Y/n wait!"

It was so weird. Knowing that he was stuck in the middle of a love triangle, when neither of the other people knew it was going on. I mean, Y/n knew that Barry liked Iris, but about Iris liking Barry back? Nope. And Iris was completely unaware of anyone's feelings - even her own. Barry hadn't taken the time to clue Y/n in on how his feelings for Barry had recently been learned of. He definitely didn't know that Barry knew because Y/n had practically said it out loud, because to Y/n... he hadn’t.

He'd tried to ignore it. He and Y/n had been close friends ever since Barry had joined the CCPD. Y/n was three years younger than Barry, but had been working there longer as a sort of archivist. He'd dropped out of high school his sophomore year and had pulled through on a favor for a cop he knew. The cop that would eventually become the precinct's very own David Singh. In return, the now Director Singh had pulled a few favors when Y/n had ended up homeless and without anywhere to go or any skills to speak for. He was a little spacey sometimes when it came to names or faces or where he'd put small things like office appliances and his phone. He'd lost his glasses millions of times, and had even forgot meetings and dates. In the end though, he was absolutely perfect at filing. He seemed to be fixated on the cases he organized - especially cold ones. He spent all his free time during hours reading and even memorizing them. So much so that he doubled as a perfect person to go to advice for when a cop wanted to see if there were similar cases, or some advice on mistakes they should avoid, or even if they weren't totally sure if they'd heard a name before but had a feeling. A quick talk with Y/n and any questions about old cases could be answered in a few minutes. The rare times he didn't know it off the top of his head, he could find the answer quicker than anyone else.

Unfortunately, he was still seen widely as an irresponsible nerd with too much free time. The same as Barry. And in the way that Y/n was forgetful, Barry was always late. People often rolled their eyes at the pair and heavily sighed when yet again one of them had failed to deliver on something important. The boys both came through in the end every time, but the similarities between them and the way people usually treated them had driven them together pretty quickly. Between all the times Barry had almost missed a chance to do his job because he was late, and Y/n had misplaced an important item or forgotten a meeting left them on the same side of the CCPD, known mostly as being useful but inconsistent.

It had grown into more. I mean, Y/n was the only one who had taken Barry's word when he talked about his mom's murder, and Barry always listened when Y/n went off about his secret obsession: super heroes. Lots of names that Barry was familiar with, and some he wasn't. The two talked theories, and when things got hard or boring or Barry just needed a breath of fresh air, he always went to Y/n. In fact, Y/n was the only one that Barry had felt comfortable enough with to actually admit his feelings for Iris out loud.

Sure, things had gotten complicated when the particle accelerator had gone off. Things had gotten rocky and they'd almost stopped being friends for a few months, but then a villain - Creature - had popped out of no where. It hadn't taken long to realize that Creature was doing more good than bad, even if he was a little extreme. Sort of... the Hood style. In fact, exactly like the Hood. Like Oliver Queen.

It hadn't taken much work to dig out that Creature was actually Y/n. That when Barry had become the Flash, Y/n had been effected in his own way. When they'd found out about each others' identities, they'd been stronger and closer than ever. They worked together, and Barry was eventually able to teach Creature a better way to do things. The police still hated Creature, but they'd worked it out perfectly time and time again, and when Joe had gotten involved with Creature as well, he hadn't turned Y/n in.

With all that history and overcoming road bump after twist in the road after dead end, it had seemed so Earth shattering to find out that this entire time, Y/n had been in love with him. It had made him hesitate even more to tell Iris anything. But then right after that, a ginormous tidal wave had almost wiped out Central City and Iris had confessed to Barry about how she loved him and had for years, and... I mean, he'd been dreaming about this nearly his entire life. How could he not chase it? Of course when he went back in time, he'd told Iris only to find out that it had been that situation that had dragged all of it out of her to begin with, and that without it, she didn't know her feelings were there - let alone did she think to act on them.

And now he was here, going slowly insane, because everything was wrong. Caitlyn had come through blowing off his confession as a mix up after affect of the lightning, but Iris kept giving him looks. Like she was... considering it. It was maddening, to know that she loved him back. That those feelings were there and waiting to be seen and realized and acted on, but that she might never know because she was so placated by being his best friend, and so comfortable being in love with Eddie.

At the same time, there was someone who had feelings for him who was aware of it and proud of it. Someone who wanted to fight for Barry... and suddenly Barry realized he might understand Iris far more than he wanted to, because maybe... maybe... But that was too scary to think about. The thought that Iris could be seconds away from seeing how she felt about him, after SO many years of waiting and praying for it to happen, if he moved on now? If he tried with Y/n and it failed the same way it had with Linda. Would he chose Iris? How couldn't he? Loving her like this was apart of him. It was part of his bones. In his DNA.

Wasn't it?

Because sometimes he looked at Y/n, and there was something warm and fuzzy. Something like how he felt about Iris, but a little different too. A little sweeter. A little lighter. Something new and delicious. Something daring him to try and forget it, knowing he would fail. He and Y/n had fought side by side, and Y/n was the one person that Barry had been honest with every single time, no hesitation. The one person he knew he could always fall back on and turn to. Y/n was...

It was too much.

Especially when Y/n tried to be the way they always were, completely unaware that Barry knew what every little thing meant now. Things he'd so willingly ignored before, he couldn't anymore. He couldn't ignore how they made him feel either. How safe Y/n made him feel when he should have been terrified. When he faced danger, Y/n always had his back. When he was confused and stressed, Y/n always lent a listening ear and a helping hand. He was unwaveringly present and ready to do anything and everything he could to help.

Not in the way Barry did for Iris, thinking that eventually something would make her realize some hidden feelings and she would be in love with him and turn to him and be his. No, Y/n did it without expectation. He wasn't bitter when Barry talked about Iris, or hesitant when it came to Linda. He had helped Barry, been his wing man even. There was nothing Y/n expected from him. He had accepted that they'd never be together, and had settled happily in the land of friendship and making sure Barry ended up happy. It was so intoxicating, to have such a pure relationship, and it felt so much better.

Y/n always understood. More than Cisco or Caitlyn or Wells, even. If he was late or missed something, Y/n sincerely forgave him with ease. He covered for him instantly, and he was an amazing liar. Barry was Y/n's first priority, and there was nothing behind it. No need or want, like at the precinct. Nothing like Wells.

Wells.

Okay listen, he KNOWS he shouldn't have done it. He should have done absolutely anything other than depend on Y/n's endless willingness to give in to everything and anything Barry needed, but when they had suspected Wells and things had started to quickly get worse and worse until Eddie went missing... Barry didn't know who else to turn to.

So here we he was, asking something terrible, and he felt incredibly guilty. "You were always better at finding things than I was. Figuring things out. People, I mean. That's your forte. You see people so clearly and easily. Could you figure this out? Find him?"

Y/n looked confused - rightfully so. "We're all looking for Wells, Barry."

"I know, but... I mean, your powers. You've never been allowed to touch Wells, and we realized today that it's because you'd get his powers right? You'd have known he was the Reverse Flash." Y/n nodded, listening carefully as he always did. Barry felt even more terrible continuing, knowing that Y/n was about to agree immediately. "But that night, before he came in to face Cisco and the others... I mean you touched him, didn't you?" Y/n nodded. "So you have his powers."

That one made Y/n hesitate. "Not exactly. I've tried to use his speed before, but... it hurts. It takes a lot out of him, and not just in the way that you get dizzy if you don't eat enough. Like... it aches. My body gets sore and it kind of burns and my legs give out after a very short time. I think he's showing off, trying to be strong. But he's really not. He probably falls back on the wheelchair thing to let his speed recharge for MONTHS before he uses it again, and even then it probably gives out on him sometimes."

Barry's eyes went wide. "Isn't that... how he got here? I mean, he sped into the past. From the future, like when I went back a day."

Another nod. "I figure that's probably why he's going after you. You're the only one with a proper connection with the... Speed Force is what he called it. Whatever it is that allows you guys to time travel. He probably has some plan to steal or duplicate your powers on some level. Sap that energy out of you and use it to rejuvenate his own power so he can go back home."

Barry looked stunned. "You've kept that tucked away in your head this entire time?"

Y/n blinked, a blank look in his eyes. And then he seemed to suddenly realized - "I forgot to tell you." And suddenly there was normal, human Y/n again. A messy archivist just trying to do a good job and making one friend that he pined over for years.

The fondest smile found its way to Barry's face again. He'd missed his scatter brained idiot. His. He very quickly pushed that down and away. "Y/n I have a question for you. Something... Something hard to ask, honestly."

Immediately Y/n perked up, and Barry tried to swallow his rising guilt. Trying not to think about how Y/n had said it painful to use Wells’ powers and memories... "What is it?" And Barry tried not to hate himself at how eager Y/n was to oblige.

There was a train coming. Barry was in the way. A gigantic, telepathic gorilla psychically attacked him so intensely he couldn't stand let alone get out of the way. Cisco screamed for him. Caitlyn begged. Then Iris started talking. And something bizarre happened.

Absolutely nothing.

Barry didn't feel lulled or grounded or pulled in by her. Her voice actually made it worse. Made the fear coil around his brain and pull tighter. It was too confusing, and whatever she was trying to do... I mean she'd done it a million times. He'd had panic attacks before. Bad dreams. He'd been nervous or caught in lights or frozen. Iris' voice had always been just what Barry needed to hear. Some encouraging words or a pep talk, or just her babbling - it was something to focus on. Someone who made him feel safe and wonderful because it was Iris and she was so distracting and wonderful that he could ignore anything in order to listen to her say anything. Just to hear her voice.

Not this time.

He would have died if it hadn't been for Y/n.

Barry hadn't realized what was going on. All he knew was that it was going white and he was shaking and it was hard to breathe and something in front of him was sucking and blowing and wild. He wondered for an odd second if this is what it was like to die. Loud and bright and painful. He was afraid for a second for the chaos to go away - because what if that was when the nothing came? The After?

Then it did come. Sort of.

The bright and the loud was gone and he felt something hard against his back and then a voice. Not directed at him, but one that pierced through everything. "Hey. Hi. It's very nice to meet you.” A pause. "I understand. You're a very intelligent being, and these people... they don't understand that do they? They just see a gorilla." Another pause and Barry struggled to breathe. "Hey, it's okay. I totally get it. You can see in my head. I'm not here to hurt you. It's just... see that man there? I'm kind of in love with him, and I- listen I KNOW you're scared but killing people isn't the solution. Well of course most people suck, and these ones aren't much better, I'm just asking as a favor for Wells. See, Wells needs this boy alive. If it's not enough that I love him... Do it for Wells? Please." A long silence, and then a roar. A soft chuckle when the roar is done. "Thank you. I'll cover for you. Go ahead." Then the voice was closer, and suddenly Barry was being... dragged. "Bar? Please GOD wake up."

Barry groaned. The voice was getting louder and the more it talked, the less the pain was. The more the fear lessened. The softer it all got. He was putting together what had happened. That Grodd was calming down, leaving. Wasn't attacking him so much anymore. But... that wasn't what was calming him down, because even without Grodd's help those feelings and images were swimming in Barry's vision. No, what calmed him down was when Y/n moved to him, crouching next to him, and said his name very softly, over and over again, brushing his hair out of his face to soothe him. When had he lost his mask?

"My... m..." He was struggling to speak.

"It's okay Bar," Y/n soothed, shushing him softly. "It's just you and me. Just breathe okay?" And it was so tender. So full of care and love and pure softness that Barry melted. He reached out for Y/n's hand and when he took it, he felt warm tingles start at his fingers and slowly spread to the rest of his body. That warmth methodically overwhelmed and destroyed every bad feeling and harsh memory. It all faded away and Barry lay on the ground, looking up at Y/n with a tired smile.

"Thank you."

Y/n smiled back. "Anytime, Road Runner. You okay?"

"Always," Barry whispered in a voice that was barely a whisper. "Always, with you."

A look of shock and embarrassment crossed Y/n's face as he slowly but surely began to go a deep shade of red. "Fuck Allen, how close did that train get? Do you have head trauma?" He laughed, brushing off the moment, and Barry didn't quite have the words to explain that he'd meant it so deeply that it made him ache to have Y/n turn away from it. "Let's get you back to STAR Labs. We still have work to do." He scooped Barry up. Y/n’s whole body shivered and suddenly Barry was looking at himself. Y/n put Barry down before the pair sped off, shooting across town and back to the lab.

Then it hit Barry. "But you're back. You- aren't you supposed to be-?" He wasn't supposed to be here. He'd promised. It hadn't been fair, but he had.

Y/n's smile turned a little strained. "We'll talk about it when you're better. And safe." And Y/n kept that promise. He waited until they were all okay and accounted for and then he took a deep breath in. "I've been... gone, for the last week. And I didn't tell anyone where I went or why. I asked Barry not to either. Because- because he asked me to do something and I couldn't have distractions."

"You did what?" Caitlyn snapped, turning on Barry. "What in the holy hell could you have asked him to do that required him to completely disappear? We were worried sick!"

“Not being told the truth," Iris mused. "Being lied to. Kept from knowing what's happening. Frustrating isn't it?" Caitlyn immediately backed down. Iris managed a small smile. "Why do I always feel like anytime there's a lie or a secret going around, you two are always in on it?"

"The important thing is that I'm back," Y/n interrupted, and Barry had never been more grateful. Iris went to call him out, but Y/n beat her to it. "I know where Eddie is." Everyone froze and Y/n chuckled, always enjoying being able to stop an argument dead with good news.

"Where is he?" Iris demanded, stepping forward. "Why did you come back without him? Oh my god is he dead?" Her knees went weak and Cisco and Caitlyn rushed to help her stay standing.

"NO, god," Y/n rushed to reassure. "He's probably. Well..." He swallowed. "I was thinking: where's the only place we haven't looked? We scoured every corner of Central City. Everywhere but ONE place. I mean, where did you always hide when you were a kid and playing hide-and-seek?" He looked for answers, but it was Joe who had it.

"In plain sight." His voice was low and slow, his eyes widening like he was beginning to understand.

"Exactly!" Y/n cheered. "Where would we NEVER think to look, in a million years?" He lifted his foot and then slammed it down, and then did it again and again. "Right under our noses. Just like when Witland Ralph hid the murder weapon INSIDE the police precinct."

Cisco gasped. "Oh my god."

"Oh my god," Caitlyn agreed.

"But where is he?" Iris asked desperately.

Y/n winced. "I don't know exactly. This place is HUGE, and I don't know the creases and crevices. Not like you guys do. I might miss something." He looked at Barry. "Help me?"

Barry nodded immediately. "Of course. Let's go. He offered his bare hand and Y/n took it. His image rippled, and suddenly there were two Barrys again. Y/n power was incredible to see in person. When he mirrored someone, he took things from them. Skin to skin touch allowed him to copy and replicate the person - down to their powers, or small habits. If he had it long enough, sometimes he even got memories. He had learned that he could take multiple powers, but it manifested as copying part of that person. So, if he looked completely like Barry then he had Barry's full powers, but he could also just copy Barry's legs and get the speed. He'd be a little slower, tire a little more easily, but having the rest of his body free, he could copy other powers. Super strength via arms, or a sonic scream via a mouth and lungs, or night vision eyes. The more he had, the weaker the others got, but he hadn't reached a limit of people he could take as long as he was willing to have them dulled.

Y/n borrowed Barry's powers a lot. Everyone was sure it was just an excuse to touch Barry, but to be fair, the powers didn't update just by using them like Barry could. Once Y/n copied, it was like printing a picture. Once it's out, you can't edit it on the computer anymore without printing out a new image. Y/n could better his own power; work on having more powers before they got weaker, or taking more from each person he touched. But Barry's speed would always only ever be the max it was at when Y/n took them from Barry, until he touched him again.

From this power, the joke of Y/n being like a sort of meta-human Frankenstein had started, and it had come on. Hence Y/n's Alias: the Creature. It came in handy most in times like this. Sometimes it was nifty to have Y/n take on a different power - especially if it was the same as the villain they were facing, or an opposite. Today that wasn't the case.

It was Y/n who found Eddie. His coms died after he screamed and then there was a flash of red as the Reverse Flash disappeared and tried to escape the others. Barry tried to go after him but couldn't get himself to move fast enough. When he returned, he was beyond relieved to see that Y/n was okay, Eddie on his back as he moved the blonde cop onto a bed so Caitlyn could attend to his wounds. Eddie clung to Y/n, seeming exhausted and dizzy. Iris hovered nearby, hands not quite touching Eddie, as if she was afraid to break him.

Barry moved in to get everyone other than Eddie, Y/n - who was still being gripped desperately by Eddie - Iris, And Caitlyn out of the way so Caitlyn would have the room she needed to work. Eddie rested his head on Iris' shoulder. "Iris," he whispered, melting in relief. His hand loosened and Y/n stepped back. Barry went to approach him, but Y/n moved past him and directly out of the room. Confused as to why Y/n looked so upset, he followed.

Outside, Barry caught Y/n's wrist. They were suddenly facing each other and Y/n was forcing a smile and Barry hated it. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah," Y/n reassured. It was choked though. He had never been a good liar when it came to Barry. Anyone else? Sure. But not Barry. When Barry shot him a look, he added, "I just... you asked me if there was anyway to use the connection to Wells' to see the future of a person. If I could connect to his mind as it is, instead of as it was. And I told you I couldn't, because once I have a person's code, I have to have it again to update it. But... I tried. I spent that week trying so hard to make it happen because-" he cut off at the look of regret on Barry's face. "I swam in his head for a week. Drowned in it. You know, I didn't think I could ever predict a future based off of that connection, but- I mean stay in anyone's head for long and it becomes a part of you. That's how I got anxiety. I've never had anxiety before. Or how I almost developed a stutter. Or how I got absolutely obsessed with layers - especially like sweaters. Or really soft socks. I mean none of these things ever mattered to me. Nothing ever really mattered to me. I've been average and bland my entire life, and now Wells' mind is apart of mine and I'm clever. It makes me think... you know, maybe I wouldn't have been anything without him. Eddie might have died, or- or-" he laughed without humor, his words coming quickly. He seemed on the verge of a mental breakdown. “Maybe I would have been nothing. No one but that one friend you had that one time. If I wasn't Creature. If we hadn't been Flash And Creature, maybe Barry and Y/n wouldn't have been enough you know?"

And in that moment, Barry wanted to scream, because HE had put this realization on Y/n. "Listen to me. We can do some amazing things, and I know... I know exactly how it feels to think that you owe some of the best things you've ever done to Harrison Wells, which sucks because being indebted to a psychopath is not ideal-" Y/n laughed and Barry smiled, putting his hands on Y/n's shoulders. "But I don't care about you because you save my life or because you can copy my speed or because you think like Wells now or because of what you like or wear. I care about you because when I told you that a man in lightning killed my mom you believed me. I had no proof, and it was a new level of insane and impossible, but you saw the way I believed myself and decided that was enough, and now we know I was right and you were the only one who gave me even a second of the time of day. Y/n has given me more than Creature ever could. You matter to me. Who you were, who you are, and who you'll one day become. I love all of those people, okay? You're one of my best friends, right next to Iris who's been in my life almost since day one-" he squeezed Y/n's shoulder. "You're enough. Alright?"

Y/n stayed quiet for a long time. "Barry..." he looked up and the two men's eyes locked. He went speechless, but kept struggling.

Barry shook his head. "Me too."

That seemed to surprise Y/n. "What?" The word came out as a squeak and Barry grinned. He was adorable.

"That day I went back. The day I told you and Wells about." Y/n nodded as Barry stopped talking, encouraging him to continue. "You told me you loved me."

"Oh." Y/n looked away. "Barry, I-"

"No but it's okay," Barry rushed. "Because you know, Iris doesn't love me back. Maybe she does, somewhere. Some part of her. But we're too close. I mean we grew up together. We were raised in the same house, by the same man. People aren't too far off when they say she's almost my sister. It's weird, us. And I've tried to ignore that my entire life because she's not like a sister to me. I've been in love with her since I could be in love, and that always changed how I saw her. But it wasn't like that for her, and she's so happy with Eddie now and..." he shook his head. "I kept thinking if I waited long enough it would happen. I would be rewarded for my patience. But that's... she’s not a reward, and having her as my best friend is enough for me. Now more than ever because I've been thinking this entire time about your feelings for me and slowly realizing that I had some for you too. And they've really only grown. It's not my job to wait for Iris. If she and Eddie don't work out. If we could have worked, it doesn't matter. Because what could be isn't worth losing what is. I just... I’ve only ever loved her. I don't know how I'll handle loving someone else. If you're willing to deal with me trying to learn something new, I’m willing to learn it.”

Y/n looked absolutely stunned. "Barry I..." a smile slowly grew on his face. "Don't go back in time on me okay? If these exact events are needed to have you confess to me or whatever and you undid them I might have to box you."

Barry laughed. "I can make that promise. I ask in exchange a promise from you." He bit his lip for a second before saying, "You have any free nights coming up? I think we deserve a dinner date. Or maybe a movie night. Whatever you wanna do."

Y/n's eyes shone. "Can you cook?" Barry nodded. "I've always found homemade meals to be the best, especially paired with sappy music and a thriller movie of some kind. Maybe a cartoon we've both seen before, because I have a tendency to talk during movies. I get too excited."

"That sounds fantastic." Barry nodded, confirming the idea. Y/n was glowing. "Tomorrow night?"

��I'm free then." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh- I'm not good at fast though. Can we take it slow? Everything? I honestly am trying to wrap my head around the fact that you even like me back. I feel like I'm in highschool again about to be pranked."

Barry moves closer, pressing a kiss to Y/n's cheek. "I'm perfectly fine with slow." Y/n touched the skin where Barry's lips had been a second before. "I know I'm known for fast, but I'm also known for being late so I can go either way." He took Y/n's free hand. "And whatever proof you need to drive home that I absolutely have feelings for you, I'm down to provide."

Y/n's face went red. "Okay Romeo. How about we get back to finding Wells? Until tomorrow, and then strong rule on no work talk - day or night job." Barry agreed and they both went back inside. Everyone looked between them but no one said anything. The palpable tension between the two men was bad enough without the way they looked at each other. With all of the bad things going on, it was a bad time to talk about something like this, so neither mentioned it, and everyone let it be, in favor of making plans against Wells and looking after Eddie. Soon they were all busy again - Barry with trying to figure out what Wells' plan had been, and Y/n with Eddie.

Eddie And Y/n had actually very quickly become very good friends, and while Barry had been in a coma, Iris had defaulted to going to Y/n for advice. It had been ironic then when the two had gotten together and Y/n had given Iris the "big brother" talk about hurting Eddie, instead of the other way around as had been expected. They talked theories before Y/n knew Barry was the Flash, and had found out a big part because Eddie withdrew and wouldn't talk to Y/n about it anymore. When things had been rocky with Barry and Iris had been losing the small connection she had Y/n had to begin with, Eddie had been there through all of it. They'd gotten very close, and acted a lot like brothers. It only made sense that now when he needed comfort most, Eddie kept Iris and Y/n at arm's length. Neither minded staying close by anyway. They were united more on their mutual, deep care for Eddie than they'd been on anything else.

Things seemed to... sort of go back to normal. Sure, there was the newspaper that said Iris and Barry were supposed to be married, but when Barry had pulled away from Y/n, there had been a good conversation about it that had really sunk into Barry's skin.

"What's even the point, Y/n? I end up with her."

"Listen to me Barry Allen," Y/n had snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "That future is already lost to us. In that future, your mom was alive. In that future, Eobard Thawn never came back in time. In that future there was no particle accelerator, and no not-actually Harrison Wells to get you to improve yourself so much so quickly. He's already changed so much. EVERYTHING. He's changed us. He's changed the world we live in. I mean, what if the only reason that newspaper is still solid is because you make it happen? And what if that's not the best outcome for you? I mean yes you've been in love with her your entire life. You haven't known anything else. What if that isn't the full extent of what you deserve? What if that newspaper article is right before you guys get divorced? Or right after, and she just doesn't change her name? It's a name on an article Barry - it means nothing. I had the time of my life on that date with you. Please don't choose her over me, because she chose Eddie over you. And because I deserve better."

After that fight, Eddie had proposed to Iris and shared some words with Barry as well. Eddie had almost given up too, but the two men having a good chat had cleared it up for both of them. Who wanted a predetermined future anyway? Who wanted to be told what would happen? No, what would happen is what they would make of it. And Barry was happier than he'd ever been; why throw that away?

In the end, they'd figured it out. It had lead to Barry and Y/n's first kiss.

After that, it had nearly gone back to how it had been in the beginning. Fighting meta humans, working as a team, being a family. But also better. Now they went on a double date and it wasn't awkward and Barry wasn't the third wheel and he wasn't jealous; they all had a good time and it was amazing. For a few days everything was fine and it made sense and everyone was safe and happy.

And then everything came to a resounding halt. Because Wells came back, but this time with a dilema. Barry could go back and save his mom, but not only would it allow Thawn to escape, it could also destroy the entire world via black hole. Even if it didn't, life was going to be completely different when Barry came back. They didn't know what they'd lose. None of them would even know except Barry.

Barry looked at Y/n. "What should I do?"

Y/n pursed his lips. "I don't know what I would do in this situation. Saving your parents, fixing your entire life... giving yourself the childhood you deserved." He shrugged. "I think it's important to be selfish sometimes. To take care of yourself and your own needs."

"That wasn't an answer," Barry pointed out when Y/n went quiet.

Y/n sighed. "Remember when you told me about Iris, and how hard it was to tell her how you felt because you guys were just too close to each other? The only reason you two didn't date sooner is because you were both stuck in this space of near sibling hood that made everything so complicated. I mean, if you hadn't been like that..."

"I would have told her sooner," Barry finished. His eyes closed.

"I'm just saying, switching us out for you and Iris is the least of your worries. It was just an example. Me, Now. Who I am in this timeline. I'll never see you again, and you'll never see me this way either. What if in this new world you don't have powers? Or I don't? Or Eddie died because we never found him? I just... I've always been against changing the past. We talked about it theoretically a million times when I went off about superheroes. Giving yourself what you think you want or need, in exchange for everything else. You could lose everything you value most and get something even worse. This might not be the timeline that's best for you."

Barry smiles a little. "That's what you said about Iris."

Y/n smiled too. "Maybe I just thought that our life was the best outcome? A lot sucks about it, but that's going to happen in any world, you know?"

In the end, Barry did it. Y/n didn't get mad at him, or judge him. Their goodbye was heart wrenching though, and when Barry went through the portal into the past, Y/n refused to look at anyone, afraid that if he did he'd burst into tears. This wasn't the time for that; they had to focus on corralling Thawne.

With all of that said, it was more than just a small surprise when only moments later, just as they were about to let Thawn go home, Barry burst through the portal again to stop him. Which meant, he hadn't saved his mom. He hadn't changed the timeline. And Thawn wasn't going home.

In the end, rage won out. With Barry going through grief he had to be feeling, and Thawn powered by white hot wrath... Thawn won. And he stood over Barry, face contorted and hand vibrating, lowering toward Barry. All of them were on the ground. Y/n had hit his head; he was dizzy and disoriented and confused. He looked up and saw two things that changed everything. Thawn about to kill Barry, and Eddie about to kill himself.

Eddie and Y/n had actually grown to be very close. They'd liked each other pretty quickly, because Eddie was the only cop who treated Y/n like he was actually apart of the precinct and not just a throw away, nerdy archivist. They had trusted each other, and even when Barry had come back and it had been so crazy and complicated, Eddie had never stopped being Y/n's friend. When Barry and Iris and Joe left him behind and cut him out, Eddie had fought for them to stop excluding Y/n, and had kept his secret when Y/n had told Eddie about Creature. Even from Iris. They were like brothers, and when Eddie and Iris had dated, everyone had been surprised when Y/n had given her the "big brother" talk about Eddie, instead of for her to Eddie. So when they'd found out about Eobard Thawn, of course Eddie had gone to Y/n with a thought path that he couldn't bare keeping to himself. One he knew Y/n would be understanding about, and not get angry at hearing.

"What if Eobard protected me because he knew that he would be erased from existence if I died? I mean, wouldn't that happen? If my line stops with me, he never gets born. Barry's mom never dies. None of this ever happens."

Y/n had shut it down pretty quickly. "But you only did it because he came back, so if he didn't come back you wouldn't have done it. That's what we call a paradox and it's unpredictable and super deadly. I mean, Barry tried that once - he went back just a day and avoided a major catastrophe, and in exchange an equally terrible thing happened. Cisco's brother lost his hands. It's not worth losing you. You're as important to me as anyone else on Team Flash. You're one of the only people who's had my back no matter what. Even Barry has failed sometimes, but you haven't. You have to promise me you won't do this. Do you understand?"

Eddie had agreed at the time.

It seemed like he'd changed his mind now.

Panicking, Y/n screamed. His body shook, filling with the energy he'd taken from Thawn. He felt that terrible thing he always did when he tapped into the Speed Force so unlike Barry's. The opposite of Barry's even. He moved, faster than Barry ever had, full of uncontrolled fear. He knocked the gun out of Eddie's hand and, in the same move, barreled directly into Wells. It should have been fine for the most part. But Y/n was still disoriented and couldn't think correctly, so he wasn't exactly controlling his powers. Y/n felt his skin stretch and attach to Thawn, and then... pull. One second they were rolling around at super speed, trying to one up the other, and the next: Y/n was alone.

"What the hell just happened?"

"It looked like Y/n... absorbed Wells."

"Eddie oh my god are you okay?"

"Y/n can you hear me?"

Disorientation gave way to one thing only: white hot, searing pain.

It was like Y/n's brain was trying to expand. Like his skull was about to split. His skin seemed to crawl, covered in goosebumps and cold sweats. He arched his back, fingers curling to look like claws as he tried to sink his nails into the metal around him. He writhed, eyes blinking - but all he could see was a world swirling with colors and shapes.

"What's wrong now?"

"I- I mean- he usually absorbs people right, and then that translates into the longer you have parts of that person, the more you retain from them-"

"We don't have time for this Caitlyn!"

"Just look at him! He completely absorbed Wells, body and all, but he still looks like himself. That's never happened before. If he... god, if he skipped the part where he copied, and just pasted Wells' genetics straight into his own code..."

"How do we fix it?"

"I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before. I don't even know what's happening. He might explode, he might overload and short circuit. They might be battling for dominance, Wells now simply reduced to nothing but DNA and a consciousness. He might completely take Y/n over and erase him, or Y/n might do the same to him. There are endless possibilities, I'm just theorizing."

"Is there a way to take Wells out of him?"

"It would be like trying to detach his soul. Trying to separate DNA strands and skin cells. I... I don't even know where to begin. We didn't do tests on Y/n like we did with you. We don't understand his powers as well. Science can't make reason of his abilities. It's like magic."

Don't lose yourself.

Don't lose yourself don't lose yourself don't lose-

A hand on Y/n's shoulder. "Hey. I'm right here Y/n. It's me. It's Barry. It's your Barry. I- I came back. We're gonna get through this, okay? It's going to be okay Y/n."

His voice... it made emotions rile up out of the pain filled nothing. Everything else dulled in favor of two emotions, equally strong, battling for a foothold over the other.

Disgust. An emotion that was red and green and purple. Rough and sticky and hard to swallow.

But there was love too. Deep and smooth and warm. Soft. Orange and brown and pink. It tasted good in your mouth and made you smile.

Those tow emotions, so very opposite each other, and Y/n knew that one was Wells and one was him, but he wasn't sure which was which anymore. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kill Barry... and that terrified him, because more than anything he wanted to keep Barry safe. The two mindsets clashed and contradicted, and yet still existed perfectly.

“Barry-" Y/n croaked.

"I'm here," Barry gushed, moving closer. "I'm right here. Tell me what to do to make it better Y/n. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Leave..." Y/n blinked, but the world was only just starting to clear. Something was calming down, the pain was fading, but Y/n was terrified of that more than the agony of what was happening before, because as the world cleared everything seemed... wrong. He thought about what Caitlyn had said, and realized that what he was experiencing now was some sort of merge of the way Thawn saw the world, and the way Y/n saw it. They were neither person - they were a mashup of both. But Y/n didn't know which parts of who were going to survive, and as he thought this, that hate and disgust and thirst for Barry Allen's head on a pike rose over the love that was slowly turning to fear, and Y/n knew there was only one way to handle it. "I love you," Y/n whispered, his eyes moving to Barry for only a second before he couldn't look anymore. "And you- we could have been so good-"

"No," Barry choked out, clinging to Y/n in desperation. "Don't you dare say goodbye. We still have so much to do-"

"And we could have done it," Y/n whispered, tears falling down his heated skin. "But- but not anymore." And he couldn't have even begun to explain to Barry what was happening now, but it was terrible and Y/n hated it. "I want to kill you, Barry." He closed his eyes in shame. "I want to... I ruined your life." His head swam with memories he couldn't possibly have. Nora Allen's blood on his hands. Barry's unconscious body under his vibrating hand. It would be so easy to kill him now... "I killed your mom."

Barry shook his head. "No, that was Wells-"

"Not anymore." Y/n's eyes flew open and he twisted, away from Barry. "Forget about me. I'm glad we met because now I can save you... but, lose hope. Don't- don't come looking for me-"

Barry's eyes went wide. "Y/n wait-" But Y/n was already gone, getting his feet under him and moving as fast as he could, pushing himself further than he or Thawn ever had. Barry screamed for Y/n to stop, trying to keep up, but... Reverse Flash had always been faster than Flash, so Y/n got away.

And that should have been the end of the story, but Barry Allen had always been terrible at doing what he was told. What was one more time?

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