#Wally did not have a good time when he woke up for the first time in the Land of The Dead

[sketchquill]

*Reading off note* Somebody order some Corpse Puppet art with a small side of angst?

[simplyalicee]

How about a reader who does everything to piss yandere wally off?

For example: stealing wally's apple and eating it in front of him, ignoring wally's speech and pretending he's not there, flirting with howdy in front of wally, among many other things...

(the reader is very angry for being kidnapped from the real world)

Love you? I hate you.

Yandere!Wally x Reader

Idea: Wally took you away from your home, separating you from your loved ones. Being forced into the neighborhood, completely unaware of your surroundings, you were more than pissed. So, you were going to do everything in your power to piss Wally off as well. Take away your comfort and you'll take away his joy.

Warnings: This post will contain kidnapping, obsessive behavior, one-sided love, jealousy, and stalking!! Hurt, no comfort

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If you hadn't gone on that stupid website like your best friend begged you to, you would've been at home by now.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Unknowingly as you scrolled and scrolled, intrigued by the secrets, you caught a certain puppet's attention. And his interest.

Even when you couldn't see him there, he could see you. But he couldn't hear you.

How he longed to hear your voice. How he longed to be near your presence. He wanted you, Neighbor.

He needed you.

Unfortunately for you, he got exactly what he wanted.

You don't remember how or what happened. You only remember the website. Everything went black. It felt like hours until you finally woke up.

But you weren't home.

Just barely did you recollect yourself enough to notice that you were now in the neighborhood.

Your thought process was slow. You were dazed for a good few minutes until panic finally decided to sink in.

You screamed, you cried for help. The neighbors grew worried and concerned for your well being. Confusion spreading all over, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them.

Not a good first impression.

With no way out, you were forced to stay and befriend everyone.

You got along with everyone. Well, almost everyone.

You couldn't help but get freaked out by Wally.

Whatever it is you are doing, you always felt uneasy around him. You could never pinpoint why, not for a little while anyways.

You'd always catch Wally staring at you, not blinking. He'd stare at you at whatever chance he gets. It freaked you out.

Wally would always call you on your telephone. The way he spoke to you made you shiver.

"Hello, Neighbor. Are you enjoying your stay?"

No, you hated it more than anything.

You've tried countless times to avoid him. Everytime you'd do so, you'd either find Wally secretly following you or he'd try to get up close to you.

Everyone else didn't think nothing of it, and assumed it was just Wally's way of expressing his feelings to you.

It was getting out of hand. It became bad enough to where Wally wouldn't allow you to see your other neighbors, not while he was around you and when you couldn't get away.

Why can't he just leave you alone?

It was one day that Wally finally decided to confess his feelings for you.

"I love you very much, Neighbor. Do you love me, too?"

Absolutely not. You weren't afraid to reject him on the spot.

Long story short, you and Wally got into a heated argument and he admitted to taking you from your world. From your own home, where you belonged.

You have never been so livid and angry in your life. You had enough.

If he was going to make you miserable, then damn it, you'll make him miserable, too.

From that moment on, you did whatever you could to upset, anger, piss him off. Make him feel any sort of negative emotion.

You ruined his paintings at any chance you got. Anytime you'd see him with an apple, you'd take it and eat it right in front of him. You ignored him at the best of your ability and tried to refrain eye contact with him.

Wally was getting very fed up with your behavior.

He did so much for you. He brought you into his very own neighborhood so he can finally have someone be his.

And you were being very, very complicated.

He's tried to keep calm, but it's been very difficult. Taking his apples made him frown. Destroying his paintings made him angry. But you, talking to anyone besides him? Made him beyond furious.

The final straw was when Wally was trying to get your attention. You weren't able to ignore him as well, so you relied on any neighbor that was willing to help. Partially out of boredom but also because you grew interested, you decided to try to flirt with Howdy in his shop.

The way Howdy looked away, all bashful and flustered made you feel happy, something you haven't felt in so long.

"Aren't you just a cute caterpillar? You just make me feel like butterflies around you!"

Wally had enough.

For the first time, Wally forcefully grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of Howdy's shop. You tried to break free but to no avail.

You were dragged into Home and forced into a locked room. You grew anxious and frantic. You tried screaming for help.

"They can't hear you."

Wally stared at you. This time, you couldn't break away from his gaze.

All of his pent up anger, sadness, frustration, all of that was being radiated off of him and it was then you grew scared for your safety.

"I will make you understand, Neighbor."

"I will make you love me."

"You are mine. Mine only."

"Why don't you love me?"

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I think I either got carried away or didn't write enough. This was my first take on this yandere stuff, so let me know what you guys think! <3

[toaster-hair]

There’s a Human in the Neighborhood! (chapter 5)

(important authors note: Hi nyall :3! Sorry i havent written in so long, ive been more hyperfixated on other things like across the spiderverse and lolita fashion, and i’ve also been working on other projects. I have a skullgirls au tumblr blog, my original comic raw!fruit, im redrawing the welcome homes cast’s portraits with my own headcanons added, as well as general oc content. But with welcome homes new update, it motivated me to write again. I feel as though when welcome home is finally finished up, ill rewrite this entire fic to make much more sense. Anyways, heres a content warning. As said before, this fic focuses on how gross human anatomy can confuse wholesome puppets. Its a bit hard to write about gross anatomy stuff without veering into nsfw territory, so suggestions would be appreciated. But this chapter in particular is about periods! The fic is written about a gender neutral AFAB reader, so if youre amab or if periods are just off the table for you, feel free to skip!)

A painful stab at your stomach woke you up from your slumber. “Ough..” your sudden movement spooked your cat. You held your torso in pain, feeling a sharpness in your pants. It was still dark, with the only light being the sun coming through your blinds. You stood up, making your way to the bathroom and….

Blood. Lots and lots of blood stained your undergarments. That explained the sudden pain you were feeling, it was just that time of the month! You went back to your bedroom to make sure you didn’t bleed the bed, grabbed some clean clothes, and turned the shower on. You also grabbed some pads out of the cabinet under the sink. You brought them from your old house but you should probably buy some more later.

You stepped into your shower and let the warm water soak your body head to toe, flourishing yourself with all kinds of soap. Once you were finally cleaned up, you stepped out and dried yourself. You put on your clean clothes, grabbed some pain killers, and went back to bed.

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You woke up once again a few hours later. You got up, did your morning routine, had breakfast, fed your cat, and picked up the phone. You decided you would call in sick because of the pain and nausea. God, why does the first day have to be the most painful? You dialed the number for FishEgg Boba and waited for an answer.

“Helloo? This is FishEgg Bobaaa. How may I help youuu?” You heard Casper answer the phone.

“Hey Casper, It’s Y/N. Uhh.. I know it’s only my second day but I’m calling in sick. I’ve got… cramps real bad. I don’t wanna move that much. Is that okay?” 

“Oooh. Sure that’s fiiine. Just make sure to come in tomorroww. See you thenn. Hope you feel better sooon.” And with that, he ended the call. You felt kind of bad. It was only your second day, and you were taking a break already. You were probably missing out on some training too! But at the same time, everyone made it seem like yesterday you were working too hard when you weren’t even on your period! You can’t imagine what it’ll be like to work like that while on your period. 

You then remembered your plan to get more pads. You were good for now, but it was always a good idea to stock up. You put on some outdoor clothes consisting of some basic gym sweats and a baggy jacket. You gave your kitty a goodbye kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. Gee, this was the second time in a row that you went to Howdy’s. 

Wait… Oh yeah they’re puppets. I forgot. I mean you forgot that they were puppets. Of course they won’t have pads. You went back inside and grabbed some money, looks like you were heading out of town after all. As you headed back out again, you spotted Wally walking out of his house as well. You walked over to him, sense you promised you would chat in the morning last night.

“Hey Wally! You wanted to talk more this morning, right?” you stared down at him. 

“Oh! Yes! I wanted to know about how it went. Ah, but shouldn’t you be at work right now?” he asked.

“Oh, uh.. Yeah, the thing is that I’m uh, not feeling very well. So I’m taking the day off. I’m going back tomorrow though.”

“Ah, I see. You aren’t sick again, are you? Do you want me to go get Poppy?” He held at your knees like a dog jumping on its owner. 

“No, no. Not sick, it's just.. I may gross you out at the explanation?” You gestured with your hands “Is that okay?” You asked. He stared at you with a blank expression but nodded his head.

“Okay so basically uh.. When a human with a womb starts puberty.. Uh, and a womb is used for baby making purposes by the by, their womb starts to shed for a couple of days straight each month. That’s because the womb wants to make a baby but doesn’t have the ingredients to make one, causing the womb to pump out blood. This can cause pain, nausea, all that nasty stuff. That’s just a basic explanation, anyways.” He kind of just. Stared at you with half lidded eyes the entire time. “Uh, I don’t need to explain what blood is right?”

“Oh no, we have that too.”

…

What. 

“W-wait, if you’re bleeding.. Then.. did you just start puberty??” There was this look of anxiety on his face, which felt so odd and out of character.

“No, no, you still bleed even after puberty. Well, that is until you hit your 60’s or something. It’s not gonna go away for a while.. Haha, if I was still that young, I wouldn’t even be here!” You laughed at him a bit. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“Sorry.. I don’t know much about how human bodies work…” He looked away out of embarrassment.

“Oh, I can show you.” You reassured him. “Ah- What??” He stared at you slightly horrified, slightly considering your offer.

“Yeah dude, there’s a ton of books about human anatomy. Going from the bone to the skin. I can order you one online! If you want, of course.” You pulled out your phone and showed him various different anatomy books.

“Oh… No thanks, I'm fine.” He turned down your offer in a slightly disappointed tone.

“That’s fine. I need to go out of town for a bit to go get something, see you later!” You waved goodbye as you started to walk to the train station. You then suddenly felt a sharp pain in your stomach, but you kept on walking.

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was waving goodbye right back at you.

(A/N: i wrote this in one night i hope you enjoy!! Ill try to include sally and julie in the next chapter :3333)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Eight: Reach The Surface

Bart woke up early and turned on his side to check his phone. He had a few more text messages on top of his ten unanswered ones. He went through, reading each one. 

ROY: checkign in. how’s it goin

HELEN: Bart, I want you to call me when you get some time. I’m worried about you.

TIM: What do you mean you’ve seen the Alabama White Thang???

JOAN: Are you okay, sweetheart? 

PRESTON: who is the mystery guy??? 

CAROL: As your friend, ily but what the hell is a protein freakshake??? Bart, I’ll kill you

JAY: Bart, what is tfw? Judy keeps sending me tfw’s but none of the pictures go together

CONNER: are you ok? do you want me to order you a pizza?

LINDA: Hey, bug. Just wanted you to know I love and miss you so much! Give me a call and lmk when I can kick your ass on MK

GRANDPA: Goodnight, Bart. I love you so so much. I had the loveliest conversation with your brother, Owen. He seems like a nice kid. 

CONNER: super worried about you, omw rn

JUDY: Mom’s a little worried about you. Everything ok?

TIM: Hey, do you mind if I come over next Thursday? 

THAD: Is it okay to text you?

Bart called Thad first. Thad answered immediately. “Good morning,” Thad answered. 

“Good morning… Hey, are you okay? Everyone’s going kind of nuts, huh?” Bart asked. 

“Yeah… I’m okay, though. I didn’t know him. Is it strange to feel detached from it all?” Thad questioned in reply. Bart sat up and played with Conner’s hair, keeping him asleep.

“No… I get it. Do you know I love you?” Bart asked. 

“I—. I like to hear it. I love you, too… But um—. Why’d you call me this morning? Is something wrong?” Thad asked. Bart paused and tried to think of something to say. 

“In the observatory… Do you ever remember seeing cameras?” Bart asked in Interlac. 

“No… But I’m sure there were cameras. Did they make the lights pulse to change your mood?” Thad asked. Bart tried to think about it, but he didn’t remember anything like that. 

“No… I remember sometimes it used to be dark… They’d blindfold me and put these headphones over my ears and—. I think I—. I don’t remember how long they’d do that, but I remember they used to tell me how unsafe the other side of the door was… And they used to leave it cracked after. I used to beg them to shut the door,” Bart explained. Neither of them were emotional when discussing the observatory. Bart couldn’t even be moved to be angry at that moment. 

“Why are you thinking about the observatory? Did Grandpa Thawne—?” 

“No. He hasn’t sent anyone to bring us back. You don’t have to worry about that anymore. Okay? I—. I’m not gonna let anyone take you away ever again. Okay?” Bart reassured him. His heart pumped, almost frightening him. He felt so alive and so intensely passionate about everything. “And you can text me anytime you want. I want you to visit me as soon as you can. You can sleep in my room. I’ll give you a tour of the school. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Thad answered, “Aunt Helen wants to speak to you.” 

“Okay. Give Aunt Helen the phone,” Bart gently commanded. 

“Bart, are you alright? I called you twice last night—.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t feel well, so I went to sleep… And when I woke up, Conner was on his way over, so I didn’t have a lot of time to—.” Bart took a breath. “I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry about me, Helen.” 

“Don’t I, though? Bart, I always worry about you. I worry because I love you,” Helen replied. 

“I appreciate it… But I promise I’m fine. I’m not upset at all,” Bart answered honestly, “Actually, I’m doing really well.” Conner stirred beside him, smiling into Bart’s leg. 

“You’ll call me if things start getting bad… Won’t you?” Helen asked. 

Bart made a soft noise. “Sure, Helen,” Bart replied. A lie. “Hey, I’ve gotta go.” 

“Okay… Be good,” Helen half-joked. 

“I’ll try,” Bart answered before hanging up. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Bart set his phone aside and rubbed Conner’s back. Conner hummed sweetly. 

“Good morning,” Conner smiled, “Do you wanna brush your teeth with me?” 

Bart chuckled and nodded. “Do you need a toothbrush?” Bart asked. Conner nodded. 

**

After they brushed their teeth, Bart and Conner crept back to Bart’s room. “You’re in a good mood,” Conner whispered as Bart shut the curtains. He gave Conner one of his wireless earbuds and he wore the other one. Bart climbed up the foot of the bed, kissing his way up Conner’s legs until he kissed the front of Conner’s shorts. Conner instinctively lifted his knee, and Bart patted his leg. “Come up here… I wanted to try something, but I’m not sure if you’d be—.”

Bart sat cross legged. “What is it?” Bart asked. 

“Well… I kind of��. It’s a weird mixture of kinks, but I—.” 

“Conner, I’m not gonna laugh at you. I promise,” Bart replied.

“You know how I kind of like you to get a little rough? Well, I wanted to see how that worked with a little praise,” Conner explained while he wrung his hands. Bart sat on Conner’s lap and kissed Conner, parting his lips as his fingers caught in Conner’s curls. Bart pulled back, half out of breath, grinning with an open mouth. 

“If you wanted me to tell you how good you were, all you had to do was ask. I could go on and on about you for hours,” Bart whispered.

“Oh, really? Name one thing you like about me,” Conner teased. 

Bart gave Conner’s hair a little tug, and he felt Conner’s hard-on twitch beneath him. Bart bored down, grinding into it. Then, he leaned in for a kiss only to yank his hair a little harder. Conner moaned and in a panic, he held a finger to Bart’s lips. “I like the way you can’t help but moan when I pull your hair. I think about that a lot. And I think about those pretty lips of yours so much I see them in my dreams,” Bart whispered as he thumbed Conner’s bottom lip. Conner advanced forward for a kiss, and Bart backed away, giggling as he teased him. He climbed off of Conner’s lap and dropped his shorts while he looked for a towel and a condom. Stroking his dick with one hand as he scratched his head with the other. 

“What are you looking for?” Conner asked. 

“A rubber,” Bart answered as he grabbed a towel. Conner looked in the bedside drawer and pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of cooling lubricant. Bart smiled looking at Conner bent over as he dug through the drawer. He climbed on the bed, creeping closer and closer until he was close enough to slap him on the ass. Conner jumped, and Bart pulled him back on the bed. Bart fell into a fit of laughter. “Boing!” 

“You’re so stupid,” Conner laughed as he lay in Bart’s lap. 

“I want you so bad,” Bart replied. Conner leaned forward to get the lube and condoms before Bart wrapped an arm around his waist, gently humping him, rubbing his dick against the thin fabric of Conner’s boxers. 

“You’re gonna chafe,” Conner giggled. Bart kissed the back of Conner’s neck, almost growling in his ear. 

“You better take your pants down then,” Bart whispered. Conner’s face went flush, and he clutched the front of his shorts. He took a breath and gave Bart the lube and condom from his drawer. “Is this too much?” 

“No,” Conner answered as he pulled his boxers down in the back. Bart took a pillow and threw the towel over it. 

“Are you comfortable like this?” Bart asked. He softened in his demeanor for a moment as he felt along the line of Conner’s right thigh. 

“I’m good,” Conner answered. Bart gave him a comforting pat on the ass as he slipped the condom on and rubbed his dick up and down against Conner’s hole. He jumped when Bart squirted the cooling lube on his ass. “Oh, fuck.”

“Is it too cold?” Bart asked as he slipped the tip in. Conner shook his head, cocking it as he felt it cool his insides. 

“No, I think I like it,” Conner replied. Bart pushed in all the way and stayed in place for a moment, giving Conner a  moment to get accustomed to the feeling. “Oh.” One pump. Slow and gentle. Two… Three. A little faster. The faster the thrusts the more noise Conner made. 

Bart slowed down and pulled Conner’s hair before leaning down to whisper, “You’re gonna wake Cassie and Cissie.” Conner bit his lip as Bart pulled out. 

“Why’d you—?”

Bart patted his back. “I wanna look at you,” Bart whispered.

**

Conner lay on his stomach while Bart lay beside him, rubbing the raven-haired boy’s back. “Are you comfortable?” Bart asked. Conner threw an arm over Bart’s lap. 

“Mhm,” Conner hummed. Bart took a sip of water and nudged Conner to offer him a drink. “No, thanks. I’m good here.”

Bart had so much energy, but he didn’t know what to do with it once Conner settled in. He tossed and turned so much that Conner had to touch his arm. “Hey… Do you wanna kiss for a little bit?” Conner asked. Bart nodded. “You’re so cute. Come here.” 

Bart leaned close, and Conner turned on his side, offering a few lazy kisses. His lips never completely parted with Bart’s in between kisses, but it was enough to keep Bart in a perfectly serene state of mind. “I love you,” Bart whispered, “God, I love you so much.” Conner shushed him.

“I love you too, but we’ve gotta take a breather,” Conner explained. He parted Bart’s bangs with his finger. “Let’s just kiss… Okay?” Bart looked into Conner’s eyes and nodded. They leaned in for another kiss before they were interrupted. 

“Cissie wants to know if—. Jesus Christ!” Cassie screamed before turning her back. 

Conner pulled the blanket over both of them and laughed into Bart’s shoulder out of embarrassment. “Get out! Get the hell out of here!” Bart shouted in Interlac. Cassie stepped outside and shut the door. He nearly jumped out of bed Conner’s smile faded, and he patted Bart’s chest, bringing him back to the present. 

“Hey, she didn’t mean anything by it,” Conner whispered as he kissed Bart’s neck. “It’s alright.” Bart leaned forward and shut his eyes. “Bart?” 

His hands shook as he struggled to distinguish between the past and present. He couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures in the file. Everyone must’ve seen it. The reality of being constantly monitored for twelve years weighed on him. “I’m sorry… I should go apologize,” Bart whispered. Conner grabbed his arm. 

“Let’s talk first. That was scary… What happened?” Conner asked. 

Bart chewed his lip. “I don’t know if I can tell you right now… But I—.” 

“Bart, if it’s something you don’t want anyone to know—. I won’t tell. It’ll be between us two. I just—. Bart, I want to know what that was about… Because that seemed like it came from somewhere else. I think it’s worth talking about,” Conner whispered. Bart nodded. 

“Not now… But we’ll talk soon. I promise,” Bart replied as he climbed out of bed and dug through his closet. He grabbed a pair of overalls and tossed them on the foot of the bed before slipping a pair of boxers on. 

“Where are you going?” Conner asked. 

“I’m gonna apologize,” Bart replied, “And then I’ll take a shower… If you want to come.”

“Okay… I’ll be there in a minute,” Conner answered, “Bart… Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” Bart lied with a smile on his face as he put his pajamas on and carried his clothes out of the room with him. 

“Hey, Cassie? I—. I shouldn’t have yelled,” Bart replied, “I was more embarrassed than anything. I’m sorry.” Cassie couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have flipped out like—. How long has that been going on?” Cassie asked. 

“Not long… What were you asking?” Bart questioned, quickly changing the subject. 

“Oh, we’re going to the beach. Do you wanna come?” Cassie asked. Bart smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah… I’d love to. I’ll ask Conner in a—.” 

Conner came out of the room, holding his clothes. “I packed swim trunks. Are you gonna get in the water this time, Bart?” Conner asked, draping an arm over Bart’s shoulder. 

**

Conner took Bart’s hand and led him toward the water, and Bart’s mind drifted to the boat. So much sky. So much open space. Open water. Iris had to hold him down, wrapping her arms and legs around him to keep him safe and still. He would’ve done anything that night to return to the observatory. Bart dug his heels into the sand, and Conner stopped, nudging Bart’s face with his nose. “What’s the matter?” Conner asked. 

“Sorry, I got distracted,” Bart replied. 

“Do you not know how to swim?” Conner questioned. 

Last summer. Bart stepped into the lake by the Kent farm and—. He dragged himself out of the water, crawling most of the way to the Kents’ property and limping toward the house until he got to Conner’s window. Conner wasn’t dressed. It started coming back, slowly focusing like a camera lens, capturing the moment. Conner was naked when he pulled Bart into the window. Why was Conner naked? Bart mumbled something. He kept mumbling something, and Conner couldn’t hear him. He wanted Conner to hear him. What was it? Why couldn’t he remember? “Why were you naked last summer when I came to your house?” Bart asked. 

“What?” Conner questioned. He wasn’t angry or upset at the question, but it gave him pause. Conner turned to look at Cassie and Cissie, who were preoccupied, and he placed a gentle hand on Bart’s cheek. 

“I limped to the window… I knocked… And you were naked. Why were you naked?” Bart asked. His voice felt a million miles away while he held onto the fragment of a memory. 

“I was asleep… It was hot that night, and I didn’t expect you. You were visiting your grandparents and—. What’s wrong? Do you wanna walk and talk about it?” Conner asked. Bart nodded. “You were super upset, and you were mumbling nonsense. I helped you inside through my window, and you—. You said you wanted me to come with you, but you wouldn’t tell me where, and you didn’t move. I figured you were drunk.”

Conner kissed Bart’s forehead, but Bart was a million miles away. Bart was present mentally, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to watch Jacob die. It did something to him. It gave Bart a feeling that he couldn’t attain with drugs or alcohol. Something about it excited Bart. It wasn’t everything, but it was a start. He checked back in, realizing Conner was still speaking, and he grabbed his face, cradling his cheeks in soft palms. “I want you,” Bart whispered. 

Conner touched foreheads with Bart, smiling at the lift in Bart’s mood. “Will you settle for a kiss right now?” Conner asked. Bart leaned in, parting his lips as Conner caught him, pulling him in close. He brushed Conner’s cheek with his thumb as he pulled back for air, his tongue reaching out to meet Conner’s open mouth. Conner stopped, pulling back when he heard Cassie and Cissie hooting and wolf whistling at them. He reached behind Bart’s head, giving him a sweet scratch. “You okay?” 

“I’m alright. Thanks for coming this weekend… And I know I’ve been weird, but I promise it’ll get better,” Bart reassured him. Conner smiled. 

“You can be as weird as you want… As long as you’re happy,” Conner replied, “Come on, let’s get ice cream.” 

“I thought you wanted to go swimming?” Bart teased. 

** 

Conner took a nap on the couch while Bart cooked dinner and called his grandparents. Iris answered first. “Hi, Bart. Are you alright?” Iris asked. “I’m sorry I called Conner, but I figured he’d be able to get you to talk.”

“Grandma, I’m okay. I called Thad this morning. Speaking of Thad… Have you talked to him lately? He wants to hear your voice… I know he does,” Bart whispered. 

“I know… I’m about to hop on a plane to see him right now. That’s what I wanted to tell you,” Iris replied. 

“You are?” Bart questioned. 

“Yes. And you won’t tell him, young man. I’m trying to surprise him. I know I missed his birthday, so I’m taking your grandpa to Manchester to surprise him. Your grandpa’s so excited. He didn’t get any sleep last night. We’ve been planning this for months—.”

“Iris, look! I got you a giant pretzel,” Barry exclaimed on the other line. 

“Honey, do you want to talk to Bart while I eat the giant pretzel?” Iris laughed. 

Bart sliced some fresh oranges while he waited for Barry to take the phone. “Hi, Bart! How are we doing today?” Barry asked. We. Bart always found it funny when Barry said we for one person. 

“I’m good… I’m making ribeye for dinner. Conner’s visiting,” Bart replied, “I heard you’re visiting Thad. Give him a hug for me. Okay?” 

“I will. Wish I was there for some ribeye, though. That sounds good right about now. What are you making on the side?” Barry asked. 

“Salad… And roasted potatoes. Potatoes are in the oven, but I’m about to put the ribeye in right now,” Bart replied. Something spoke over the loudspeaker on the other line. 

“Sorry, we couldn’t chat longer. We gotta go. We love you so much,” Barry replied. 

“Love you, Grandpa. Tell Grandma I lover her, too. Have a safe flight,” Bart smiled as he hung up. Cissie joined Bart in the kitchen and smiled at the spread. 

“Is there anything you can’t do?” Cissie asked. 

“Clean my room… Eat chives. Control how stupid I sound when I talk to Conner,” Bart listed off. Cissie smiled at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Conner and me… I just—. I wanted some time to enjoy it. It wasn’t a secret, I just—. I can’t explain it. I just know I’ve wanted this forever,” Bart whispered. Cissie looked up into his eyes. 

“You don’t owe me an explanation. Besides, I kind of thought something was going on,” Cissie replied, “I’m happy that you’re in love. You’re one of my favorite people in the whole world, and I think you guys are good for each other.” 

[atripandahalf]

more like puppets than hands (part three)

(ao3) (part one) (part two)

The pillows were piled high, and the blankets were draped haphazardly around the room. The light from the moon seeped in through the windows a little, but there were still several well placed lanterns blazing in the room, just to ensure it didn't get too dark. There was awkwardness, and tension, as the two of them shifted together and got comfortable enough to fall asleep together. Eventually, as they snuggled into each other, all that could be heard was soft snoring.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, Barnaby POV, Parental Grief, Minor horror elements - if there’s anything else to tag let me know!

The pillows were piled high, and the blankets were draped haphazardly around the room. The light from the moon seeped in through the windows a little, but there were still several well placed lanterns blazing in the room, just to ensure it didn't get too dark. There was awkwardness, and tension, as the two of them shifted together and got comfortable enough to fall asleep together. Eventually, as they snuggled into each other, all that could be heard was soft snoring.

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When Barnaby woke up the next morning, he awoke to a face full of blue felt. He was curled round something, the weight heavy and comforting, and he breathed in because it smelled like- well, like home. His very nice felt pillow moved beneath him, mumbling something incoherent. Barnaby scrambled up and away from where Wally was half laying, half sitting on the sofa.

"Oh, uh, shucks," he said, "M'sorry Wally, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you!"

"It's alright, Barnaby! How did you sleep?" Wally stretched out, like a cat waking from having curled up in a sunbeam, and lifts himself up after Barnaby."

"Uh, good, thank you, how about you?" The awkwardness from last night was still palpable - although Wally didn't seem to have noticed - and cuddling up with his friend that he definitely wasn't in love with certainly didn't help.

"Better than normal - I guess that's just the perks of being with your best friend!" Despite the mess of complicated thoughts in his brain, Barnaby's chest gave a tremble of fondness. Wally still liked him, at least. He hasn't messed up just yet.

"Y'know, Wally..." Wally let out a hum in recognition as Barnaby then continued, "If you ever wanted to talk, I'm here to listen. Just like you did for me last night; best friends and all. I care about you," and Barnaby will not say the L word, he will not ever burden Wally with that. And even then, it's not love, it's just completely normal platonic heart squeezing.

Wally opened his mouth to say something, and the bags under his eyes became apparent. Perhaps he's coming down with something, if neighbours can ever get sick? He looks frail, and as Barnaby really looks at him for the first time in - how long has he been like this? - he can see Wally is swaying left and right slightly, uneasy on his feet. His eyes are slightly unfocussed, and Barnaby aches to pull him into his chest and take care of him.

Something seems to click in Wally's mind, and he straightens his back and puts on a smile. Instead of responding, Wally simply turns around, away from Barnaby, and walks confidently to the door. Barnaby would almost believe that Wally was okay if he hadn't just seen him tired and broken. As he turns the doorknob, he lets out a cheery, "Well, I'm just dandy, neighbour," followed by "No need to worry about lil' old me!"

[openminded-freak]

just saw the post about welcome home writing requests, and I'll be adoring one!

The request on my part, is wally darling dealing with s/o who had traumatic times with trusting people. Im just curious since I've seen other people write about s/o being touch-starved, so i wanted to test it!

Hope this is alright for you for a writing topic!

Wally Darling x Anxious!Reader

Word count: 711

When you had first moved into the neighborhood, you were a bit freaked out if you were being honest with yourself. It was so different. The people were so different. They had welcomed you with smiles on their faces and arms, and hearts, wide open. It was a nice change, but it made you anxious. What if you didn't live up their expectations? What if they didn't like you?

You tried to bond with them anyway. You always went to whatever activity they invited you to, from their neighborhood picnics to Sally's productions. You were always a bit anxious no matter what it is, everyone could tell, but your neighbors tried their best to put you at ease.

However, Wally noticed more than just your apparent social anxiety. You'd flinch whenever Julie would run up to you and try to wrap you in a hug, and seemed to cringe whenever the neighbors got excitable and raised their voices. Loud, sudden noises made you jump, like slammed doors or something falling and hitting the ground with a "Bang!"

Whenever he noticed your fright, he'd be there at your side with his usual smile. He had a variety of ways to keep you calm, like holding your pinkie with his to keep you grounded, or talking to you with a quiet, calm voice. You got used to him somehow appearing whenever you needed him, and the two of you became close.

When you woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare, the first person you called was Wally. You knew he'd answer.

"Oh, hello Neighbor.. What's wrong? Another bad dream? That's no good.. I'm on my way," and with that, he'd hang up and be at your house in minutes.

He always found a way to get you back to sleep. Sometimes he'd read a book aloud and his voice would lure you to sleep, or he'd sing sweet lullabies while holding your hand.

He was always there for you, day or night, so it wasn't a surprise when you found yourself falling.

You noticed how you've started to blush whenever his hand touches yours, or how his intense eye contact made your face hot until you'd avert your gaze. You always caught yourself daydreaming about him whenever he was away. You were developing a crush on him and and you knew it.

Wally noticed the small changes in your behavior. How could he not? He's observed you since you moved here and made it his business to know all that he could about you. He just didn't know the reason why. Was his friend falling ill? That would explain the redness in your face, at least. He decided to ask about it the next time you were together.

You were out taking a walk together when he took the opportunity. "Neighbor..? I'd like to ask you something."

"Hm?" You hummed, avoiding his intense stare yet again by looking ahead of you.

"Are you alright? You've been acting differently this past week.." Wally gently grabbed your hand while speaking.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Not only did he notice your behavior and asked about it, but he's holding your hand. This little man has to know what he's doing (he doesn't).

After a moment, you recollected your thoughts. "O-Oh, yes, um.. I'm fine hahaa.." you laughed it off, awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Neighbor.." He assured you. Your cheeks flushed a little more before you cleared your throut and met his gaze before looking away again.

"Well.. there is something.. I like you, Wally. A lot. You've been here for me every time I needed you and you've become someone I can depend on. It's been a while since I've had someone like that.." You confessed. Everything was a quiet for a moment before he responded.

"Oh, is that it? You didn't have to hide that from me, Neighbor.. The feeling is mutual.." With that statement, he kissed the hand he was holding (it wasn't exactly a kiss, he just held it against his mouth and said "mwah").

Your face went red, and you could feel your heart doing somersaults. You smiled and intertwined your fingers with his as you both continued walking.

"I'm glad.."

A/N: This isn't reallg what you requested but it was the best I could do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. It's hard to write for someone with trust issues when I don't really struggle with that so I had to go with the next best thing. I hope you enjoyed it regardless, sorry!

[trashcanplant]

How Do You Know That Song?

Continued from Tired of Things - Grover’s POV

Implied Gore.

“No.. how do you know that song..?” Penny asked in a quiet whisper. Her voice shook, and Grover stared at her. He felt a tightness where his heart used to be.

“I don’t—“

Spots. That’s all he saw. Grover must have blacked out. At first he couldn’t tell what it was but he saw red. It looked like mush on the floor. He looked at his gloves, how slick they were and bits of meat that cling to them. The scarecrow saw himself in a piece of shattered glass as he turned around.

It was all Red.

He approached it, looking at the face he saw. He was smiling, wide and full grin. The burnt burlap pulled it tight. He didn’t know why he was smiling. Grover called out for Penny.

No response.

“Penn? Penny where’d ya go?” He shouted into the room. The whole basement was covered in splattered red, the scent of carnage and broken things. He didn’t know what to do. So he stepped over the odd meat mush on the stairs and he tried to find a telephone.

Grover looked at himself in the reflection of the dark window. All Red. He was staring at himself, holding the telephone when he heard a little click.

“Hello?” Asked a monotone voice in a slightly agitated tone.

“I don’t know where Penny went.” Grover said frankly. This was met by a sigh from Wally.

“Don’t worry about her. Just get whatever you can cleaned up. Make sure to bring her home something peach flavored. She loves peach flavored candies.” Wally said. In his office he was already grabbing an eyeball from his jar. Grover hung up the phone.

Wally looked down at the orange, bloodshot eye. He held it with a sigh.

“You and that scarecrow are trouble together.. every time I try and be nice..”

He squished the eyeball between his fingers, toying with the idea of smashing it and not bringing her back.

“Pop.”

Wally sighed, turning to face the stained glass windows at the back of his office. He held the eye out, approaching the window.

“Father. I think that this should be her last chance. She’s letting the family down, is she not? What use does she have anymore? All she does is rile them up. Both of them. I don’t question your decisions, Father, but Miss Penelope Jane Peaches is responsible for quite the mess.” He spoke allowed. Wally awaited response and fell to his knees. A voice pierced his heart, filling his mind with the answer.

“She Will Have One More Chance.”

“Yes, father.” Wally said, offering the eye upward with his head bowed.

Penny woke up in a cot in the basement. She was in a crumby gown, and as she looked around she saw Wally sitting in a chair in the darkness.

“Good Morning, neighbor.” He spoke flatly. Penny kept herself silent, her voice almost taken from her throat.

“You had a bit of an accident while you were on a mission. Poppy fixed you right up, and I brought you candy.” Wally said, taking a small brown bag from a nearby table. He stood and walked across the room to kneel at Penny’s bedside.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, rubbing her head. Penny couldn’t remember a lot of what had happened, just that Grover was there with her at the Candy Shop. He set the bag down before he looked into her eye. A beautiful, almost amber eye stared back at her.

“Did you know today is your birthday? You joined the family one year ago today.” Wally said with the semblance of a smile on his face. Penny nodded, smiling with faint remembrance.

“That’s right.. thank you, Boss.” Penny said softly as she held her brown bag of candy. She looked down into it and saw a peach flavored lollipop.

“My favorite!” She said with a smile, already sounding like herself again. With that Wally stood up and nodded to Poppy. She had been anxiously cleaning up her feathers in the sink. But at the notice of her boss, she went to sit by Penny.

“Happy birthday, Penny.” Wally said slowly.

Happy Birthday to @cherrythepuppet! Celebrate!

[ketho484]

Part 8! Finally! Yaaassss!!!

I'll let you know now, it isn't going to get as intense as part 7 was for the rest of the story, I promise

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 8: Spark

Months went by since that day. August, which is the start of autumn, quickly rushed by, along with September, October, and November. During that time, PlayFellow made an announcement to the public that production would have to stop until Wally recovered. Many fans, the stage hands, the director, even the cast all sent presents to Wally’s hospital room as he rested, unable to wake up. Every moment she could, of each and every day, Willow would come by and visit Wally while he was recovering. She would talk to him as he slept, pick up hobbies like origami, story writing, and even drawing. She took after him in that way. The cast members did what they could to help her, but she refused to budge. They tried to tell her that the longer he sleeps, the less likely he might wake up, but Willow never listened, She still came and stayed with him, falling asleep next to him in the late hours of the day until someone came to take her back to Eddie’s house, where she was staying until Wally could take her to his home. Thankfully the doctors all said he wasn’t going brain dead through Wally’s months of comatose, so the cast all hoped and prayed and wished for Wally to recover soon. On December 5th, the day of Winter’s first snow, those prayers were finally answered. Willow was writing a story in a journal Frank had given her when it happened.

Wally’s face contorted into a look of mild discomfort, his fingers twitching as his hearing came back to him and he heard the heart monitor. His eyes cracked open only for his hand to rush up to his face as he cried out in pain due to the bright hospital room lights. He felt something sit beside him and gently grab his hand, slowly moving it over  so the light came in slower increments and, as such, didn’t blind him. Sitting next to him, her face looking down at him…was Willow. Her hair was a bit longer, her clothes clearly newer, and she had a look of both worry and relief in her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. She had no bruises on her, no more bandages. She had been healing. Wally’s eyes widened and he immediately sat up, pulling his baby sister into a tight hug as they both started to cry. Willow was relieved that Wally was finally awake, and Wally was relieved that Willow was safe from that monster of a man. A doctor called Eddie, telling him that Wally was awake. With that news, Eddie grabbed the cast and they all came to the hospital, seeing Willow trying to catch Wally up on what’s happened. Wally saw them come in and smiled brightly.

“Hey, fellas” He greeted them as both Julie and Sally almost tackled him off the bed with a hug

“Good to finally see you awake” Barnaby smiled as the cast all got situated “You really gave us a scare”

“You especially scared Willow” Poppy said with a frown “She came in to visit you every day just to see if you’d wake up”

“Wait, really?” Wally asked, looking at his sister as she gave him a solemn nod and leaned against him

“She’s been staying with me since you were brought here” Eddie explained “And PlayFellow had to shut down production so you could recover”

“They still paid us, though” Sally piped up, which got everyone in the room to laugh

“Well…Is Eric gone?” Wally asked through somewhat gritted teeth

“He’s in prison as of now” Frank explained “We all went to his trial, Willow and Eddie both testified, and he was given a death sentence, specifically the electric chair. However, Willow asked if his sentence could wait until you woke up”

“I figured you’d wanna see him go” Willow shrugged

“Well, you guessed right” Wally said as he hugged her “That monster deserves what’s coming to him, and I wanna watch him get some retribution”

“Excuse me, mister Darling?” A nurse came in, making Wally tighten his grip on Willow “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but you can be free to leave today”

“Really?” Willow smiled brightly

“Yep. We just need to make sure he can walk properly. He’s been in bed for a long time, so we need to be careful” The nurse said as he came and undid the IV drip from Wally’s wrist, wrapping it up

With that, Wally went with the nurse for a quick walk, Willow going with simply because she didn’t want to be away from Wally. He could move around just fine, likely thanks to the sturdy nature of the puppets as a species. Wally was discharged from the hospital and Eddie drove the two siblings home, mostly to drop off all the gifts Wally had acquired from his fans and friends. Once they were ready, they all met at the execution hall downtown for Eric’s execution. It wasn’t pretty. Nobody said a word as the switch was flipped and the electric chair was activated, electrocuting Eric and frying his brain to a crisp. Wally made sure Willow didn’t have to see it, letting her hide her face in his neck as he carried her. When they left, Sally noticed that Willow forgot her journal. Against her better judgment, Sally read a few pages and was astonished by what she saw. She ran out with the book in hand and gave it to Willow, keeping her mouth shut, but giving the child a note. Willow, on the way back to Wally’s house, read the note and smiled.

‘You should pitch this to the director. It could be a good movie’

Willow took that to heart. When they got home, Wally gave her an official tour of the manor, showing her where everything was and even giving her her own, real bedroom just across the hall from his room. Needless to say, the kid was excited. She’d gone from being dirt poor and living with her kidnappers to living in luxury with a big brother she never knew she had. It was like a dream come true for this kid. She knew it would be a big adjustment, but she could do it, right?

That night, to celebrate Wally waking up and Willow getting to live with her brother, the entire cast went to eat at Bobolli’s Pizza for dinner. It was a blast, to say the least, from the pizza to the talking and catching up. It felt like Willow had finally found a real family. Soon enough, she gave her journal to Wally.

“What’s this?” Her big brother asked curiously as he opened it up. His jaw dropped as he started reading it, making Willow blush a shade of red brighter than Poppy’s feathers “You guys need to read this”

Wally passed the journal around and showed the cast the story Willow had written. It was about all of them saving a rainbow that had turned gray along with the angel that painted it across the sky. It was a true work of creativity.

“Goodness me” Frank spoke up with a smile as he and Eddie skimmed the pages “This is stunning work”

“Yeah, kiddo!” Eddie piped up “It’s original, it’s got a good theme, it could probably be good for a musical”

“I read it earlier” Sally said with a smile “I figured that she could let the director see it, get it made into a real film”

“That’s a great idea, Sally” Julie beamed a smile

“That’s only if Willow wants to present it” Wally stated as the book was soon passed back to his sister “Well? What do you say, sis?”

Everyone looked at Willow for her answer. With her cheeks still red as a cherry tomato, she smiled brightly at the cast.

“When is he available?”

[galatially]

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this is the fluffiest, cutest thing that i’ve ever written and i’m actually proud of myself for sticking with it lol

as always, lovely dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

The soft grumbles of a storm sang against the wind.

The faint pitter-patter of rain played against the glass of your window as your mind’s eye tried to coax you back to sleep. 

One of your hands reached out to the left side of your bed, a ritual you practiced every morning between the indigo of the sky and the rise of the sun. Instead of the cooled cotton, your fingers ran along familiar skin. 

A sleep-thick chuckle rumbled from his chest. “What are you doin’, Y/N?” 

You nestled deeper into his side, shifting so that his arm around your shoulders. “I thought you’d left already.”

Wally wrapped an arm around you and pressed his face against the top of your satin bonnet. Slow, even breaths left his lips; he’d fallen back to sleep. You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss under his jaw, cuddling into him more. You’d have to remind yourself to text Dick and thank him. A small yawn left your mouth and you were slowly finding sleep again. 

You woke to the sound of falling metal and faraway curses.

Your room was gray, the sun hidden behind storm clouds, and what little light came from between them was muted against your hardwood floor. You sleepily ambled out of your bed and towards the commotion coming from your kitchen. 

The first thing you saw coming up to the kitchen’s threshold was the broad, freckled expanse of your boyfriend’s back. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his hair was disheveled from either sleep or running his hands through it. As your eyes forced themselves from drooling over the speedster, you took note of —

“Did you scald my pan, Wallace?”

The redhead jumped, his hand on his chest and his blue eyes wide. “No! I mean, not exactly.”

You raised a brow.

“So, y’know how you usually make breakfast for us?” You nodded slowly. “Well, since I have the weekend off, I figured I’d make it this time.”

Your features softened, a smile finding its way to your lips. Anyone else in your shoes would be livid; one of your pots — part of a really nice and expensive set you’d saved up months for — was scorched black, there was what looked to be thick batter stuck to one of your kitchen counter, and you were sure that were it not for his super speed the fire department would have been at your door.

You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you how sweet you are?”

Wally’s brows raised. “Uh, I mean — like, not this morning?”

You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

“Are you okay?” He put a hand to your forehead. “I almost burned down your kitchen.”

“I’m willing to forgive you for that, obviously.” You gave him a bright smile. “So who’s on patrol since you aren’t?”

“Barry’s takin’ over for me. Said somethin’ about you breakin’ up with me if I didn’t spend at least twenty-four hours with you.” Wally gave you an amused smirk. “You haven’t been in his ear, have you?”

“Not his ear,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “Maybe Dick’s, though.”

He brought his thumb to your bottom lip, running the pad along the seam. “M’sorry I’ve been away so much lately.”

You lifted a shoulder. “I knew what I was getting into when we met. It just gets lonely sometimes.” 

From the moment you stepped foot in Central City, you knew that something was coming for you. Maybe it was good, maybe it was bad, but it was coming. You hadn’t thought it would come in the form of a fast-talking redhead who moonlighted as a superhero — a literal scarlet speedster. 

Funnily enough, when you first met Wally, you thought he was one of the really good-looking guys who knew they were attractive and made it their entire personality. He’d come into the coffeeshop you worked at and ordered the same thing: a large dark roast with two pumps of vanilla and one pump of cinnamon. He would always come in between ten and noon, hair wind-whipped and his eyes bright with purpose, with a dimpled half smile that felt reserved just for you. 

The first time he spoke to you, you remembered you just stood there. Your brows canted into a deep V and your brown eyes pierced into his blues. 

“What?”

“I asked when you’re done. With work, I mean.”

You set the bag of coffee beans on the counter, giving him a once over. “And why would you want to know that? Don’t you have other girls that are waiting for a text from you?”

Wally leaned against the counter, that damned dimpled smile playing at his lips. “I’ll come back here at six, then? We can walk to that new ramen place that opened up on Fifth Ave.”

As promised, he made his way back to the shop — fifteen minutes early, might you add — and kept you company as you closed. You learned that he was going to CCU for physics and that he was brilliant beyond his boyish looks. His aunt was a reporter for the Picture News and her boyfriend was a forensic examiner for the CCPD and they were his best friends. 

“What about you? You goin’ to school?”

You shook your head. “Can’t afford it yet. I’m planning on going next year, though.”

“What are you goin’ to study?”

Your face warmed. “Forensic anthropology. I used to read about ancient cultures when I was a kid and was fascinated with the busts and renderings of what the people would’ve looked like back then. I don’t know, I like the idea of recovering history, I guess.” 

“That’s amazing,” Wally said, “so you draw, right? Can I see some sometime?”

Like that, Wally West became part of your daily routine. You’d slowly navigated your friendship, hanging out after shifts at the coffeeshop or between his classes. He’d even helped you apply to CCU for the winter semester. Though you changed your major from forensic anthropology to a BFA in Studio Art, he couldn’t hold in his excitement for you. 

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” You were against his chest, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his arms around you sending you into a spiral. He pulled back and, for a moment, you saw something pass in his eyes. Something warm and hopeful that made your stomach twist. 

You gave him a shaky thank you and hurried up to your apartment. 

At first, you decided it was a fluke. Wally was nice and smart and one of the most genuine people you’d met since moving out on your own. And, yeah, more often than not, you found yourself staring at him. But in your defense, you liked how soft his features were when he was at rest. How easy it would be for you to skim your fingers along the planes of his cheeks and the curve of his jaw. 

Fuck. Fuck! 

You were falling for him.

You leaned against your front door, your pulse quickening with each passing thought of Wally: his large, rough hands, the cut on left side of his mouth that extended his smile — holy fuck, you fucking like him! Like, head over heels, tripping over your feet, like. The kind of like that could upend relationships. 

The next time he came into the shop, you gave him little reaction. You were impressed with how well you kept your mask when you saw his smile fall. His hand lowered and his brows furrowed in confusion. Even when he tried to talk to you, you kept your words short and clipped. 

“Let me know when you’re done being weird, yeah?”

Your therapist told you once that you had a penchant for self-sabotage. Maybe you’d inherited it from your narcissistic parents or you’ve built your walls so well that the thought that someone would help you tear it down terrified you. Whatever the reason, it made you ruin something good before it started. By the end of your shift, you were in tears in the empty shop, barely holding it together.

“Y/N?”

You jumped at the voice. When your teary eyes met his, you could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

“What are you doing here, Wally?” you bit out, wiping at your face. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”

He closed the distance between you and took your face in his hands as he spoke, “You think I don’t know you so well that I know when you’re hurtin’? Gimme more credit than that, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes went to the floor as nerves rippled up your spine. 

“Y/N, you’re shakin’. Talk to me.”

So you did. The words left your tongue, an excision of your feelings and vulnerabilities on the floor of your place of work. You’d expected Wally to shirk off your feelings or feign any interest, but he didn’t. He took you into his arms and whispered gentle words into your hair. 

“You really think that I come in here for just coffee? I’ve been working up the nerve to ask you for weeks.” He wiped at the top of your cheek with his thumb. 

“Hell of a way to do it, huh?”

He smiled that dimpled smile you loved. “Hell of way to do it, sweet girl.”

“Hey.” You felt a warm spot in the middle of your forehead. “Where’d you go?”

Your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s amused face. His blue eyes were warm and so full of love that you could’ve melted there on the spot. 

“I was thinking about how we met.”

“Yeah?” His hands curved around your hips and he pulled you closer into him. “You regrettin’ it yet?”

You lightly slapped at his chest. “Shut up! For someone so smart, you say the dumbest shit.”

Wally chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, warming you from tip to toe. “‘M sorry about your pan. I’ll buy you another one.”

“It’s fine, baby. I can buy myself another one.”

He tapped two fingers against your hips and moved his hands to cup the undersides of your thighs, signaling you to jump You obeyed and locked your knees at the small of his back. “I love you, you know that?” He kissed your forehead. “I love your smile,” kiss, “I love the way that your eyes crinkle at the sides when you laugh.” His lips trailed down the curve of your jaw. “I love everything you are.”

You could feel him getting hard through your silk shorts. “Wally…”

His lips sucked a bruise into your neck, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. 

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. My sweet girl.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair to hold him closer. Your skin was warm, too warm, and Wally wasn’t close enough. “I…”

He hummed against your cheek. “You what, honey? Tell me what you need.”

You pressed your lips to his, licked into his mouth, his moan rippling through you. You pulled back with lust-blown pupils and a kiss-drunk smile and breathed out, “I love you.”

He cupped your cheek, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — my favorite speedster deserves a day off, okay? who better to spend it with than his loving girlfriend? i really liked writing this and i hope y’all enjoy it!

[shrinkthisviolet]

❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ for Iris and Cisco please?

This one…really got away from me 😅 in a good way though! Under the cut for length (and ofc this is post-s3, pre-s4):

Cisco thought he’d gotten to know Iris pretty well over the past few years. Even amidst Barry's coma when they’d first met, they’d become fast friends. Iris found him more approachable than Caitlin at the time, and Cisco found Iris a welcome spot of bright optimism in a dreary place filled with loss.

Iris was always like that. Always encouraging, optimistic, nurturing. Cisco had seen her cry plenty of times, but he’d also seen her brush it off when she saw him, change the subject. And he’d never really felt like it was his place to say much about it. Especially since by the time he did feel like they were friendly enough for him to do anything, Barry was awake, and Iris was dating Eddie, and...Cisco knew where he’d be more of a hindrance than a help.

But now…in the wake of Barry leaving, it fell to Iris and Cisco in different ways to cope. Barry had placed the burden of leadership on Cisco’s shoulders, told Iris to keep growing, loving, and running, and Caitlin was...off dealing with her own stuff.

Cisco tried, but...he was no leader. He could give Wally direction behind the comms just fine, but...really, he was more intent on getting Barry back, so that he could set everything right. Maybe things would make sense again. Maybe...

Maybe his best friend’s bright smile would stop haunting him. Maybe Savitar would.

(The sight of that hand, so close, so close—he knew about Cisco's nightmares, he knew how much it hurt, how Cisco remembered every agonizing detail, and he'd still—

“Not you,” Savitar cooed, “her.” His other best friend. As if that was any more merciful.)

Iris wasn’t doing much better. She’d quit her job, she was apparently still living at the loft...and more often than not, she offered to run comms while Cisco went to see Harry, or Dr. McGee, or Jay Garrick's wife Joan, or...

Or while he just went home, curled up into a ball, and sobbed, screamed, dreamed about Barry returning, woke to that being only a fantasy.

It got easier, passing that torch to Iris. He hadn't even realized it until it had already happened. He didn’t even realize that she was there after he left hours after sunset, and there before he came by at 7am.

What he did know was that one day, he left, realized hours later that he’d forgotten something, came back in...and found Iris hunched over the desk, sobbing quietly.

And then it hit him. Hard.

“Iris...?”

She startled, wiping at her eyes and trying for a smile that didn't hold. Once, twice, thrice. “Oh. Cisco. I...I didn't realize...I thought you’d—”

“Yeah, I just...I forgot something,” he said. “I, um...” He was almost tempted to make a quick escape, but Iris’s heartbreak rooted him in place. “Are you...?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly.

“Right. I just. You don't look—”

“I said I’m fine!” She snapped, sighing right after. “Sorry. I just—”

“No, I shouldn’t have..." he sighed. “Look, you don’t…owe me an explanation of anything. You loved him more than anything…I get that. I just wanted to say...if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? My apartment’s big enough for two.”

Barry was a hard person not to love…and a harder person to not grieve. Cisco was nearly torn apart by it…he couldn’t imagine Iris’s pain.

Iris's eyes widened. “I...what?”

“Well, I just—I know your loft is really important to you, and I don't mean you have to move out,” he rambled. “I just. If you wanted to. Temporarily. Just...just until...”

Until when? Until Barry came back? None of Cisco’s ideas were yielding results, he couldn’t promise th—

“Okay.”

Cisco blinked. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Iris agreed, smiling shakily. "I, um. Just for a couple nights, maybe. Change of scenery could be nice. If…if that’s okay with you.”

“Y-yeah, yeah. That's what I was thinking. Um...” Cisco ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Whenever you want. Tonight, even.”

“You’re sure?” Iris asked slowly.

“Only if you are.” He didn’t want to push her into anything.

“Cisco, it's...I mean, it's your apartment you're offering, I don't...I wouldn't want to impose—”

“It’s not an imposition,” Cisco insisted, “I’m offering. We’re friends, right? And this is what friends do.”

“Yeah.” Iris’s smile was a little brighter now, which Cisco counted as a victory. “Yeah, this is what friends do.”

prompt list!

[apple-stims80]

So this is Love? (3/?)

Frank woke up alone in bed once he noticed this he felt money, like something was missing. He got up walking into his bathroom to get ready for the day. He had to go to Howdy's first thing to buy more jars so he could get butterflies and put them in so he could carefully study them of course he would release them after he was done he wasn't a monster after all, and as for the rest of the day he planned to look at the new insects that came with spring and maybe even have a picnic with Julie, Poppy and maybe Wally, he would invite the rest but they all would be caught up in work during the afternoon till the stars shown. He groaned looking at himself in the mirror fixing his butterfly bow tie before giving up and letting it hang a little loose to the left, his day was too filled to be fixing a tie in the bathroom for hours on end. He walked downstairs and before he left the house he noticed a note on his kitchen table

~Thank you for letting me stay the night we have to do it again.

Eddie~

Frank smiled to himself putting the note in his pocket as he walked out his front door. "Sooooo~" Julie said teasingly getting Franks attention, he walked over to her as she was tending to her flowers, he signed shaking his head making her smile drop "whaaaa, no one came clean" she said pouting, Frank couldn't tell if he was more disappointed or if she was until a lightbulb flickered in her head "Eddie! He has to know, he wouldn't deliver a letter or package if it didn't have who it was going to and who it was from, he would only do that if it was a special request" Julie said smiling. That did make sense "we'll ask him later I have too much to do right at this moment, good talking to you have a good rest of the day" Frank said walking away from Julie, leaving her to her flowers, and headed for Howdy's.

"Hello~" Howdy chimed as he heard the bell ring through out the store "good morning" Frank said to the overly tall caterpillar, how could something so small turn into something so big, that was a main factor the questioned Frank about the man another was "when would he turn into a butterfly" from the moment Howdy came to town Frank had spied on him fascinated by him until Howdy had asked Julie to tell Frank to stop looking at him 24/7. "Ah Frank, what can I help you with? " Howdy asked fixing the apple display "same old same old" Frank said walking to an aisle he knew a little too well, no matter what he did he would always break the jars he got within a few days. "I feel like I should charge you more for those seeing how much you can't keep them" he said to Frank jokingly, Frank would have been worried he would do it but he knew that raising prices on things wasn't in that caterpillar's blood, Frank groaned rolling his eyes "this time I'll be more careful" "uh huh sure you will" Howdy said meeting him at the register "just for you 50% off" he said smiling making Frank roll his eyes, he was thankful for Howdy prices and how kind the tall puppet was but he'd never say it maybe behind closed doors where no one could hear him. Frank handed him 10 cents as Howdy carefully wrapped the jars in paper and placing them in a bag "thank you, came again" he said smiling Frank nodded before walking out the store.

Frank walked along the dirt paths that we're made in the forest trying to find some kind of new insect. He looked in bushes, trees, plants, and even under rocks but nothing not even a rolly polly nor a worm. He sighed packing up putting his jars and books in his a bag calling it in early as he headed home unaware of the rushed mailman running his way. Before any of them could react they had already crashed into each other sending mail, books, and jars flying Frank had ended up falling on his own things feeling a jar break under him "I'm so so sorry" Eddie said quickly pulling the smaller one up "it's alright" Frank said taking small pieces of glass out of his hand "your hand! " the tall mailman exclaimed taking Franks hand in his own looking at it before gently and carefully taking the glass out. Frank could've laughed at the man for being so worried but at the same time it was kind of nice seeing someone's face scrunch with worry for you. Eddie looked at Frank's face smiling "all better" normally Frank wouldn't care for Eddie's smiles but this time it made his heart skip a beat "oh uh, thank you" he said pulling his hand back and looking at the ground "let me help you now" he said kneeling down and helping Eddie pick up the mail, they made small talk Eddie did his best at jokes but he wasn't the best and yet it still made Frank smile a little. "Oh" Frank muttered seeing another light pink and red envelope with a heart stamp he went to grab it but Eddie had the same idea their hands met each other Frank couldn't help but feel his face heat up as his heart started to pound in his chest "sorry" Eddie mumbled letting his hand up Frank smiled at him giving him the letter "no need to be sorry" he said as Eddie took it from him.

Frank made the decision to help Eddie with his runs as a thank you for getting the glass out my hands and he would never say it but he wanted to spend more time with the taller man. "Thank you for helping me" Eddie said dropping Frank off at his house "it was my pleasure" he said back Eddie smiled at him before handing him a small pile of mail "here last ones" "thank you" he said taking them from the mailman, Eddie smiled again before tipping his hat and walked away.

"Well are you gonna open it? " Julie said crossing her arms, her and Frank had decided to have a little get together with Poppy and Wally. Frank had brought the letter he knew if he didn't Julie would nag him all night long over the phone about it" "now he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to" Poppy chimed in bring a plate of cookies "but I have to knowwwwww" Julie said pretending to faint "know what?" A small calm voice asked walking into Julie's flower garden in her backyard sitting down with the rest "Frank has a secret admirer and won't open the letter he got" Julie said whining to Wally "why do you want to know anyway? Wouldn't that be considered an invasion of privacy?" He asked Julie as she gasped dramatically placing a hand over her heart "I just care for my friend so much, is it a crime wanting to know their soon to be lover" Julie said pretending to be hurt "you're just nosey" Frank said opening the envelope "excuse me!" She exclaimed looking at him.

~My Dearest Frank,

I've tried to keep my feelings at bay but not matter what I do I fall harder and faster you're just too intoxicating you're like a drug to me if I'm far away for too long I began to long for your eyes, smile, hair, and smell. I've wanted to tell you for oh so long but I'm afraid you won't return the feelings and I'm scared of being pushed away from you until I know you'll absolutely return my feelings I'm afraid I can't give myself away.

Your Secret Admirer❤~

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Fic Recs! These are Flash (and Green Lantern) comics ones. I have fewer in my bookmarks than I thought I did so I'm sure I'll add some more eventually.

No Stranger Truth by poppiesandsunflowers

Despite what the internet believes, the Flash is really just another guy. G, Barry/Iris

This isn't romance heavy, it's Barry's relationships with Hal, Iris, Wally, and Jay, all while talking about the different conspiracy theories as to where the Flash comes from. And everyone teasing Barry about the ridiculous ideas. It's fun

Iris West and the Multiple Resurrections of Eobard Thawne also by poppiesandsunflowers

Family bonding is when you bury the body of a time-traveler together, over and over and over again. T, Barry/Iris, author warning for graphic violence

Yes I made a post about this yesterday. It's going on the list, it's great. This one I think might be a general author rec

The Scarlet and the Gold by TheDefenderoftheFaith

As Barry Allen meets his final fate in the war against the Anti-Monitor, Jay feels as if the Flash has fallen into the past, dead and irrelevant. But there is still life in the legacy of the Flash, and the scarlet and the gold will continue to bring hope to Central City for as long as there are flame-haired proteges to carry on the legacies of their mentors. G, author warning for major character death (canon compliant)

While Barry/Iris is tagged, this fic is about Jay reminiscing on his relationship with Barry leading up to the Crisis. And what happens during Crisis on Infinite Earths. It's kind of bittersweet, but lovely

starlight, sunshine, moonheart by TheGodwith5Yen

“Morning sunshine.” Hal whispered, his voice a rasp.

“Morning starlight,” Iris answered. That little blush he got whenever Iris called him by his silly nickname suddenly heated up his cheeks and Iris kissed his thigh again. He was so cute. Nobody expected Hal Jordon to be cute, but Iris saw it whenever he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he read and whenever he woke up with a case of bedhead.

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(OR-- a morning in the West-Allen-Jordan household) G, Barry/Iris/Hal

This is so cute. It's just fluff with Iris, Hal, and Barry in the morning (briefly featuring a Bart who uses he/she/they pronouns and is not impressed by her grandparents' antics), Iris and Hal get a focus on just the two of them which is always good to see, and there's pancakes

The Girlfriend Caper by Esmenet

Instead of killing the Flash's girlfriend, Lisa Snart is going to STEAL the Flash's girlfriend! IN A DATING WAY.

or, to put it another way: Featuring Lisa Snart’s transition from “I’m going to KILL the Flash’s girlfriend like he killed my boyfriend!” through “I’m going to STEAL THE FLASH’S GIRLFRIEND like he STOLE ROSCOE FROM ME” to “I’m going to completely ignore Barry Allen’s existence and DATE HIS WIFE”.

(On balance, even Barry will admit this is probably better.) T, Lisa/Iris and Iris/Barry

I have a feeling this may be at least one of if not the first poly fic I ever read? It's great fun, there's art, Lisa becomes a superhero for dating Iris reasons, there's lasers, it's fun

The Hymn of Barry Allen by MelodramaticMrTails

A series of snapshots defining Barry's presence in other people's lives. T, Barry/Iris, Barry/August, Barry/Mick/Leonard, Barry/Eobard

There's nine chapters, each focused on a different character and their relationship with Barry, and it adds in disabilities and trans characters. Transphobia, child abuse, and ableism are all listed in the tags as author warnings but aren't the main focus of the fic

sentient located by ofmorninglory

Barry Allen always thought he was normal. He worked a perfectly stable job (if being a paramedic could be considered stable, whatsoever), had perfectly normal friends (although veredict was still out on Bucky), and had a perfectly normal life (up until he got magic jewelry that helped him help other people in need). He's thankful the ring saved him, he just wishes he understood how it worked.

It helps that his new partner is cute.

Or

Barry Allen of Earth, you have the ability to instill great hope...and everything that came after that. G, Hal/Barry

Also featuring some Marvel characters and name-dropping some Star Trek, it's a half-no powers AU but mainly a Blue Lantern Barry AU.

[ayankun]

Unpleasant I'm Wally West from the 2000's Justice League cartoon dream:

Okay so first I'm just some kind of babysitter/tutor to these two sweet little kids. They're chillin' out in their beds and I'm trying to entertain them before my shift or whatever is over and I go home. One of them, though, is like one of those precocious children you see in the movies and starts telling me that they've just stopped doing/turning in my assignments to their regular teacher, bc they don't see much value in the busy work or making the teacher happy by doing meaningless things.

And yeah, as a "tutor" I'm grappling with this information (maybe I should do a better job of providing more meaningful work? Lololol) and I think I get up and go into the other room to get some cookie snacks before I leave and THEN flying into the place I see Brainiac up there and it's "Oh Shit better call Supes" and good thing the guy has superhearing, I just have to say it out loud, like, "Superman, Brainiac is at the Fortress!!!"

Because I guess I'm Wally West babysitting baby Jordan and Jonathan, twist.

Anyway so I kinda just hide and watch until Superman shows up; Brainiac's just menacing up there in the big open space of this storage room/ice cavern (where the cookies are kept, evidently) -- could Brainiac fly in that show? I forget.

Superman does get there and things Do Not go according to plan. Long story short, Brainiac just sort of Loki-spears Superman, it's green kryptonite instead of blue tesseract, and I'm there sort of ... trying to snap the spear in half somewhere, but the leverage/my strength isn't there to do it, and I'm literally making things worse with this plan of action.

Anywaaaayyyyyy the fight moves to outside the house where I grew up (yes, I see it, but then again a lot of dream settings are corruptions of that house/neighborhood so idk if I'd read into that too much this time in particular) and I'm like "I'll run away to get help, I'm the Flash" but I look behind me and Brainiac's like ... okay. Sort of like how they do in the movies, when somebody's going so fast it just looks like they're moving regular speed while everything else is super-slow? I look back and Brainiac is just ... walking after me. I'm the Flash, the fastest man alive (does Wally have that title or is it just Barry?), and this mofo is as fast as me, maybe faster, and is menacing me with this information.

(Also, at this point, Brainiac looks like a kid I became Pokemon friends with the other day at the boba place, their buddies were vocally aggrieved that they were playing Pokemon, and the kid had complimented my team instinct mask and I was literally playing pokemon at that moment and I did need to make a friend to finish some old research so yes I talked to a stranger who was one-half to one-third my age)

And I'm like ....!!!? And I'm thinking, I think I'm a liiiittttllleee bit faster, so if I get the advantage around like, many many corners, I'll eventually lose him, right? But it's literally running in a literal dream -- nobody's getting a n y w h e r e . And maybe he's just taunting me and can catch up at any time???? And he's eating the cookies I was getting out for the super kids 😭😭😭

Unfortunately there is no good or bad resolution to this scenario, I woke up, tried to go back to sleep but realized that hm, maybe I do need to verbally process NOW so that instead of playing that back on repeat so I'll remember and jot it down in the morning. Guess I lost to the Thinkin' Hour, either way

[catxsnow]

FREE FALLING K.K.

Request: Okay some anons were simping over kon now I wanna simp~ y/n is an archer on the teen Titans , and she tends to be shy and on the reserved side, so when kon flirts she just dismisses him every time, until another guy ( superhero or civilian, you choose ) gets flirty and he gets made protective/jealous.

Warning: fluff 

A/N: I’m slowly running out of already written fics and my motivation has not come back yet. This hiatus may be lasting longer than I thought. 

Word Count: 2.3k

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting within the team. It kept the bond of teammates close and always kept everyone on their toes. The dynamic on the Teen Titans was always one of ups and downs. There was such an entanglement of potential relationships that everyone got confused as to what was going on.

Most of that confusion stemmed from Conner Kent, Superboy as the team knew him as. His temporary relationship with Cassie had surprised everyone. He flirted with nearly everyone on the team, Tim, Kori, you. Kon's endless flirting began the day Oliver dropped you off at the Titans Tower and left you there for good.

Kon was frustrating in the sense that his flirtation with you was nonstop. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to sleep, it seemed that his only mission was to get you flustered. It didn't seem that he knew that you were bothered by his comments.

Tim always scolded Kon for his behaviour. After Cassie, it was clear that relationships among teammates was dangerous. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious of your blatant ignorance of his attempts. He continued to try nonetheless - one day you would crack for him, one day.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Kon was never an early riser. At the farm, he always got up early for chores, so at the tower he took every chance to sleep in. When he started to learn that you got up early, so did he. There was always the tired look in her eyes that he admired.

Kon found you down at the range. Though your skills were nowhere near Oliver, or even Roy, you put up a good fight just as much as everyone else on this team. The early hours were always dedicated to practice, and unfortunately, Kon figured that out pretty quickly.

You were so concentrated on the shot, you hadn't heard Kon's heavy footsteps join you. The shot went askew, completely missing the target. Your body tensed with frustration at him.

"Whoops, sorry babe. Didn't realize my good looks distracted you so much," Kon grinned. You refused to show him his words got you flustered. Instead, you grabbed another arrow. Babe. It slipped so smoothly off his tongue that it forced a chill down your spine.

"It's fine, Superboy," you assured him - though you were still angered at him for screwing around with your training once again. Kon leaned against the rack that held your bows. His arms rested on the top, head on his hands. His curls were still a mess from his sleep last night.

You felt your arm shake for a split second. His eyes watching your every move, waiting for you to make the perfect shot just as you always did. There was a lot of pressure on you with his gaze. You took a breath before releasing the arrow, watching as it hit dead center of the target. It was easy, hitting a non-moving target like this. Kon was the one making it difficult.

"Superboy?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We aren't on a mission babe, you can call me Kon you know. I'd prefer it." Of course he would, he loved the sound of his name passing your lips. It was almost angelic. "You know-"

"(Y/N), Conner," Tim's head popped into the training room before Kon could tell you what he wanted. His chest fell with a disappointed sigh. "Nightwing and Flash are here."

"Is there something wrong?" You asked. They rarely showed up out of the blue without there being a reason. Usually, that reason meant that people were in trouble and lives were at stake. Tim relieved your stress with a simple shake of his head. He gestured for the both of you to follow him. Kon stuck his hand out for you to hand over the bow so he could hang it up on the rack he leaned on.

A small smile cracked as your hand brushed against his. It was cheesy, ridiculously so, but his touch was so warm and inviting even if it was just for a brief second. Kon placed the bow down and followed you and Tim out of the room. Just as Robin said, his older brother and his friend were with the others in the meeting room.

Wally's presence always lightened the room. There was something about the smile that resided on him that managed to put everyone in a good mood. It always amplified whenever Dick was at his side. The two were a dynamic pair, and when they did stop by the tower without underlying business, it was always a good time.

There were a few times that you had been alone in the tower. Tim back to Gotham, Kon and Cassie to their own homes as well. It left you and Bart with no one but yourselves to keep each other company. In those times, Wally would sometimes make an appearance. The speedsters would train but by the end of the night you would all be piling high with snacks.

As you entered the room, Wally waved at you and that smile that everyone looked forward to was released. Before you could wave back, a heavy arm was thrown across your shoulder. Kon was at your side. It wasn't the first time he had completely invaded your bubble and it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Flash, Nightwing," he greeted. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck with Kon's side pressed against yours. Hopefully, he, nor any of your other teammates, noticed your state. It was beyond annoying that he could get you like this. "What's the visit for this time? Scolding us for saving the day again?"

He dropped his arm from your shoulders but remained close to you. Kryptonians must have ran warm because you could still feel the lingering heat of his body against you.

"JL wanted an update, figured we could stop in," Wally answered. He sped over to your side and placed a hand over your ear so no one else could hear. "And Boy Wonder over there is in trouble with the Bats." Clearly, Kon heard what the speedster had to say and let out a laugh. What could Tim have done to get himself in trouble?

"Doesn't explain why you came," you joked. Wally had mimicked Kon's arm-over-the-shoulder.

"Wanted to come see you, of course," Wally grinned. His arm suddenly locked around your neck and his knuckles rubbed into your head. You struggled to pull him off you. Finally, you had managed to hook his ankle and make him fall flat on his back. "Look at that, you're making me lose my breath."

The laughter among teammates emitted from everyone besides Kon. He had an annoyed look on his face from the interaction between you and Wally, though he said nothing about it. Wally sped back up, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks after the interaction.

Kon watched in frustration as Wally dragged you into the kitchen, likely to find himself a snack or two. Your laughs always put a bit of joy in him, but now? Hearing you laugh because of Wally? Each sound was like a knife to the heart. Pure jealously ran through him - why was it that he could never make you laugh like that?

"Calm down, Kon," Tim stood by his side. It was clear to anyone, even when they weren't raised by the great Batman, that Kon was incredibly jealous of Wally. It was only Tim that decided to speak up. "There's nothing between them. No need to be jealous."

"I'm not," Kon snapped. His reaction was enough to prove that he was in fact jealous. He let out a huff of air before walking away from his best friend. Unfortunately, the further he got from Tim, the closer he got to you and Wally just to hear the sound of your laughter once more. His chest tightened with anger.

It wasn't at Wally, nor you. It was at himself for not being able to get you out of your comfort zone as the speedster could. Since joining this team it seemed he was the only one that you remained shy and nervous around. What was wrong with him to make you feel that way?

What was wrong with him that made you not want to spend time with him?

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"There you are."

Kon disappeared shortly after you left with Wally (and eventually Bart who couldn't stay away at the smell of food). Tim was with Dick all afternoon and Cassie spent her time training with Kori. Kon was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't figure out why he felt the need to leave his friends.

You searched the whole building for him, starting down at the training grounds and working your way all the way up to the roof of the buildings. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling as the last rays of the sun fell from the sky.

Kon folded into himself: shoulders hunched, head hung low. He perked up at the sound of your voice - even more so when he saw that you were alone. You sat next to him and matched his sitting position.

"Were you up here all day?" You asked. Kon nodded, though he remained silent. It wasn't like him to skip out on a pickup line or make some sort of comment. In fact, it wasn't like him to just disappear the whole day either. He looked upset about something. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kon was a horrible liar. You raised your eyebrows at him, indicating that you knew he was lying through his teeth. He sighed, leaning back so his palms pressed into the rough roofing. The golden rays illuminated him, creating an aura around him that made him seem godly. You wanted to reach out to him, but contained yourself.

The sunset was beautiful enough as it was, but to add Kon's beauty on top of that? Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that Kon's super hearing had him concerned.

"You don't have to lie around me, you know," You nudged his side. Kon sighed once more. He didn't want to tell you the truth, but he felt terrible for lying and making you worry. You were quick to notice a pink tinge on his cheeks. It was a turn of events, usually you were the one flustered around him. The hue looked pleasant on him.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized, "I... Well, I guess..." Kon fumbled over his words. The pink on his cheeks grew brighter, even as he tried to hide it from you. There was never a day you thought you would get to see the great Superboy flushed like this. He was always the confident one. "Fuck."

Kon's hand grasped your cheeks. His split moment of hesitance made you realize exactly what he was about to do. Whether it be frozen in fear or excitement, you didn't try to move. The closer he got the harder your heartbeat until the point as if it felt like you were going to burst. The moment Kon's lips were on yours it felt as if it stopped altogether.

His kiss was soft, hesitant - nothing like the facade he always had up. Kon was delicate with you, as if he was worried he was going to break you with just a touch. Your lips moved against his with far more confidence than you had ever shown him before. You didn't realize how badly you craved for his taste until the moment you had it.

He pulled away only for a second, waiting to see if you were wanting him to quit completely. With no sign of regret, Kon pulled you in for a rushed kiss. His lips needy against yours, making up for the lost time that he wasted months on. It was only when his lungs felt like they were going to combust did he give you space.

"I-" His palm remained against the curve of your neck and jaw, thumb swiping against your cheekbone. "I was jealous today, of Wally. I've never heard you laugh so hard when you're with him and I wanted that. I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry, Superboy," you assured him. He couldn't stop his feelings, just as you couldn't deny them anymore. "I-I'm sorry I was always so distant with you. I... I guess I was too scared to admit my feelings for you."

Kon was ready to spill his heart out to you. He knew that once he started gushing about how much he adored you, he wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, he leaned into you again, smiling into your kiss with pure excitement.

His legs that dangled off the edge pushed against the siding of the building and pulling you along with him. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as the two of you free fell in the darkening sky. Kon's arm wrapped around your waist and he held you flush against his body.

Your head was buried into the crook of his neck until realizing that you were no longer falling but floating. The grip on his shirt loosened and you looked up to appreciate the new view he gave you.

Kon brushed his lips against yours once more, just to grab your attention. "Don't worry babe, I've got you. There's no need to worry whenever you're with me."

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[snifflesthemouse]

There's a sense of freedom that comes with anonymity of online interactions. This sense of freedom only exists because of the fact it's difficult for the real world to catch up with you in your real life. Unless of course, you go after the wrong one.

When a person goes after someone else solely because they think differently or have a strong opposing opinion, they often do so with a false gusto and bravery that only exists in the virtual realm. Like many say online, "You'd never say that to my face." And that's true for most people... but not all people.

And because of this anonymity, that affords all internet users the freedom to say whatever, a real life concern spawns from a virtual world. This real life concern is often referred to as "doxxing" where one internet user uses what clues and resources they have available to "expose" another internet user's real life. This has happened to many people I watch on YouTube. Some have even had to involve the real life police, as well as uproot their entire lives and move because of doxxing.

For example, Murky Meg has been doxxed a couple times now. She's had her real life threatened by doxxing. Terrifyingly, she wasn't the only target threatened because the douche flutes also brought her children into it. Yes, the same people who worship the Montecito Madam and preach the mantras of "compassion and kindness" and "leave children out of this" have gone so far as to go after Murky Meg's real life and real life children. And sadly, the threats and attacks never really stop. Especially when articles like the one I wrote about make the rounds. But Murky Meg doesn't allow this all to silence her; she keeps calm and carries on regardless.

Another example involves Yankee Wally. She was targeted repeatedly over copyright infringement on her YouTube channel, as well as having her social media accounts suspended repeatedly over the last few years. And even though Yankee Wally has never pretended to be anything or anyone else than who she is in real life, people have attempted to use her past as a weapon to discredit her. Those attempts are futile, though, because Yankee Wally has always been open and honest about her life. She's also been very clear to the people watching her that she will fight back if need be.

Then there's According2Taz. While Taz has gone through the same ringer that so many others have gone through (from doxxing to threats, harassment, and verbal abuse), she has also been attacked financially. Especially when it comes to her supporting good causes. Some twat waffles have sent her £0.01 via PayPal with notes attached. Notes that are grossly abusive, calling her fat and ugly, and saying her husband is cheating on her. Others have sent requests asking her to pay them £100 with notes attacking HRH Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge and her book. Murky Meg got a similar request, as well. But the most heinous impediment coming from the Montecito Madam's extremists, involved charity. Once, when Taz was raising money for Australian wildlife affected by the wildfires; someone reported her PayPal account and those funds were held up for some time before getting released for the cause. Then, again, Taz was targeted when she was raising funds to help an elderly woman who got robbed. Yes, the very same people, who stand on custom-made soap boxes emblazoned with the Sussex monogram, did everything they possibly could to marginally disrupt charity. Yet Taz does not waiver; she keeps going.

As bad as Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, and Taz have had it, they're sadly not alone. No, they are only three examples from a plethora of examples. Of that plethora, one more example comes to mind. That example involves DanjaZone (Ashli).

Ashli, who started her YouTube channel before the whole Megxit ordeal as a way to keep in touch with family, was even the subject of a blind item from CDAN (crazy days and nights). You see, Ashli and her family lost everything they had in a horrible house fire. Rumors swirled around the fire, but the most heinous comments came from the Sussex Squad's more prominent loudmouths. Some accused Ashli of lying about the fire in an attempt to scam people for money. Others called her white trash and trailer trash. So while Ashli was going through the loss of her home and everything she owned... while she was grieving the loss of family pets and irreplaceable family mementos... while she was down and out on her luck and trying to cope with all the pain and loss... while she was going through all of the attacks from doubters saying she faked the fire or was lying, that she was trailer trash... the disciples of the Duchess were laughing and celebrating her pain as a win. Never once considering the fact that Ashli has been in recovery for years now, and the stress from the fire coupled with the heartless, feckless attacks, could in fact push her over the edge.

No, the very same people, who scream via CAPS lock on social media that critics of Meghan should "leave her alone", that her critics drove the Montecito Madam to "suicidal ideation while pregnant" could care less about Ashli's mental health. Yes, the very same people, who lodged over 50,000 OFCOM complaints against Piers Morgan because he questioned their beloved's outlandish attacks during the Oprah interview, previously found no issues with attacking Ashli during one of the hardest times in her life. Yet, Ashli picked up the pieces and never gave up or gave into their attacks.

Again, these four examples are just the tip of the hypocritical iceberg. There are countless more examples out there. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people who criticize Meghan's and Harry's behaviors can all relate. Nobody is safe or off limits from this iceberg; from Royal Rota reporters, celebrities, and politicians to regular people who aren't rich, famous, or in possession of a global platform.

Yet nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, in the media or in journalism ever cover any of this. You can find articles galore written with the intentions of exposing "Meghan Markle Haters". Articles like the one I wrote about attacking critics and reducing us all to the stereotypes of racist, misogynist, bigot, envious, etc.

What that does is send a clear, prominent message to the people who cling to every word of the Montecito Madam. The people who cling to the wind coming from her mouth, her "close friends" or fake "palace insiders" hear those dog whistles loud and clear. The dog whistles that say "It's okay, keep attacking and hurting people. They're evil, hateful racists. They deserve the abuse. You're on the side of good. Go harder!"

When in truth, the wind they cling to coming from their beloved's mouth or mouthpieces is actually falsehoods, lies, and manifestations of grandeur that is no more real than Netflix's The Crown. No, the wind they cling to really comes from the south mouth of their beloved. But God forbid anyone hold their little cult accountable.

We cannot have a society where sensationalism trumps truth. We cannot weaponize the press and use it against people simply because they criticize the Meghan Markles of the world. It is unacceptable for the press, media platforms, or anyone with a prominent influence on society, to celebrate defenders of the Meghan Markle faith without first acknowledging the truth.

The truth, which is often dream dashing and harsh, is that "Meghan Markle Lovers" could care less about compassion, kindness, charity, children, or community. The truth is, they could care less about forgiveness or loving thy neighbors. We don't have to look to their savior figurehead to prove this to be true. We only have to look at the comments section or Twitter.

Those of us who criticize or dislike Meghan and Harry because of their behavior know all too well the truth will never be written up on the front page of the Sun, the Daily Mail, or People Magazine. The mirage of us being the racists, misogynists, or detesting haters sells papers. And the papers don't want to be in that same category.

Maybe one day the press will tell the stories of people like Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, Taz, Ashli, and countless others in an effective way that exposes the real haters in the relationship. Maybe one day, the victims of the Montecito Madam's cult following will be doxxed, exposed, and sent a new message. A message that says, "We see you for the hypocrites you are. You may repeat the preachings of your Madam like it's the new woke gospel, but you don't practice it. You're a big reason why people loathe your beloved. You make her look worse. You aren't defending her, you are condemning her. Keep it up, because we see you and we will expose you!"

If only...

[mochegato]

Everything the Light Touches

“So, as you can see, it is actually a decent adaptation of the classic.  Admittedly, they lost a lot of the original gravitas of the story by allowing Nala to live instead of committing suicide like Ophelia did, but I suppose it makes the story more fun without the massive amounts of death and depression and insanity.” Jason rocked the baby in his arms for a bit, seeing if he’d finally, finally fallen asleep.  After a few moments of quiet, the baby scrunched his face in discomfort and started whining at the loss of the soothing sound of Jason’s voice and the resulting vibrations resonating throughout the chest he was cuddled against.

Jason smiled softly and bounced him gently as he continued pacing around the nursery.  “Uh huh, uh huh.  I can see your point there.  But, that was one of the lessons we learned from ‘I Just Can't Wait to be King’.  It's not only a fucking… er, um, freak… no… bloody?” he stuttered and sighed deeply, “no, Mommy probably won’t like that one either…”  He wrinkled his nose as he searched for an acceptable alternative word.  “A really annoying song that your sister insists on screaming at the top of her lungs for hours at a time,” he offered instead.

“It shows us first that Simba wants to be king.  He wants to rule.  But, in the same stroke, it also shows us he doesn't understand what that means.  What he's asking for is control, a tyranny, which is what he thinks becoming king means.  It's all about him.  A lot like the rogues Daddy and your uncles and aunts fight.  Simba doesn't realize the responsibilities of a good ruler.  It shows us, that if things had continued the way they were, he may well have become Scar on his own.”

The baby gurgled again, nestling deeper into Jason’s arms.  “Ooh, very good point.  You’re so smart, just like Mommy.  Yes, he had his father there to guide him.  We saw and heard his father truly understood what it meant to be a king and was slowly trying to teach him that.  So maybe he wouldn't have become Scar.  We'll never know.  Him deciding to let Scar live at the end shows he chose Mufasa’s view of ruling.  He finally understood the lesson.  He won't become Scar.  He will become like his father.”

He paused for a moment and gently stroked his son’s head with his nose.  His voice got impossibly softer.  “So maybe it wasn’t necessarily about the lessons he taught intentionally.  Maybe it was the love he showed his son.  He showed him so much love, that even years later, Simba wanted to emulate him.”  He kissed his son’s head.  “God, I hope I can be that for you, Hugo.  I’d give you the world if you wanted, if I could.  Everything the light touches.  Not that I expect you to take over anything from me, and definitely not my old crime empire.”  He cringed slightly.  “Mommy would murder me and not even wait to do it in my sleep.  But I hope I can show you that level of love.”

Hugo responded with relaxed, even breaths. Jason smiled at him again before furrowing his brow in mock seriousness and bringing him closer to his face.  “But, if you want to throw an uncle off a cliff, especially Damian or Adrien or Roy, I’ll cover for you.”

He placed a soft kiss on Hugo’s head.  “Next time, we’ll analyze the success of the Oliver & Company adaptation,” he whispered barely loud enough to be heard. Jason gently laid Hugo back down in his crib, moving carefully so he didn’t jostle him too much and wake him up for the fourth time that night already.  He stroked his stomach lightly a few times until he was sure Hugo was asleep enough that movement wouldn’t wake him.

He quietly closed the door behind himself and let out a relieved sigh as soon as he released the handle.  He rubbed his face wearily.  This growth spurt was killing them.  They hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time for a week now. His eyes caught on his daughter’s door, which was just slightly ajar, and let out another deep, resigned sigh. That was not the way they’d left it when they put her to bed earlier.  He pushed the door open slowly and leaned against the doorway.  His face split into an adoring smile.  Marinette was laying on top of the covers, her arm slung over Catherine who was curled into her.  

If you asked her, Catherine would tell you she was extremely excited for Preschool to start in a few weeks and not at all scared. However, she’d been waking up at least once every night for the last month and asking for Mommy Cuddles to make her room less scary, which Jason completely understood.  Marinette’s cuddles were amazing.  But it meant that at least Marinette was getting woken up to comfort Catherine at least once a night and at least twice to nurse Hugo.  

Jason gently picked Marinette up, being careful not to disturb Catherine and restart the soothing process all again.  His heart warmed when she instantly snuggled closer into his arms as he walked.  Even after their years together, the way she instantly reacted to his touch, even unconsciously, blew him away.  He laid her in their bed with a lingering kiss to the temple.  She opened her eyes groggily, a sleepy smile on her face.  “Hey, sexy.  You know, most parents sing lullabies or tell fairytales to their kids,” she teased.

“Most parents aren’t awesome,” he answered as if it were obvious.  Marinette hummed in agreement and moved to make room for him.  “You heard,” he chuckled as he crawled into bed after her.

“I caught the beginning before Catherine woke up.”  She yawned as she answered.  Jason curled around Marinette, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest.  She snuggled into his warm embrace and hugged her arms over his.  She was quiet for a while, savoring the embrace, until Jason thought she’d fallen back asleep.  “So, Lion King, huh?”

He smirked and nodded into her hair.  “It’s a classic.”

After a moment she turned back to eye him knowingly.  “Which uncle did you tell him it was okay to kill?”

He blinked a few times.  She couldn’t have heard him so that meant she just knew him that well.  He grinned at the thought.  “...a few.”

Marinette sighed and cuddled back into him again.  “You need to stop doing that. He's going to start talking you seriously.  And we do not need a baby Damian.”

Jason puckered his lips at that horrifying thought. That was terrible enough to go through once.  But Damian never tried to hurt his father and this time Jason would be the father so...  “It'll be fine,” he assured her.

“Catherine was glaring at Wally so hard earlier today he ran away before Adrien even had the chance to ask him on a date.  And Adrien put so much effort into setting it up too,” Marinette warned him, not at all entertained.  She was the one that had to apologize to Adrien after and listen to the awkward call between them so Adrien could try to set up another chance and talk to Catherine about not killing off Uncle Adrien’s love life.  He didn’t need the help.

Jason snorted.  “Seriously?”

Marinette elbowed him at his amused tone.  “Yes.”

Jason grinned and buried his face in Marinette's hair.  “That's my girl.”

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