#i live in a bubble of something that used to be allen

[bookshelf-dust]

promise to take care of my heart

carmy berzatto x fem!reader

gif by @emziess

word count: 1,830

warnings: nothing? a little swearing, but this is pure fluff and that’s all

synopsis: carmy wants to cuddle with you for the first time.

a/n: hi! new character, i know. but i’ve become rather attached to carm in the past few months and i had a cute idea for him and here we are. he’s bringing me so much comfort right now and now i’m gonna share that with you <333

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“Why don’t you pick out a movie or somethin,’ bub?” 

“If I could find your damn remote, Carm, I would.”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, eyes on his hands where they sit deep in the dishwater below. Good luck, he thinks. 

You scan the coffee table, the rug below the shabby couch. It’s not like there’s any use checking the tv stand because it’s still a fucking table tray. You know he doesn’t even own the full set of four table trays? He’s just got the one? That knowledge keeps you up at night. Just like how he doesn’t have a ceiling fan pull and has to get tweezers to change the speed.

You find the remote nestled in a stack of freshly organized books. You helped Carmen assemble a very simple bookshelf so that his stash of cookbooks wouldn’t have to live on the floor anymore. 

Just getting to help him turn his apartment into something other than a place to sleep brought you a contagious giddiness. Carmen’s chest aches with how much he’s laughed since he met you. 

Look at all my muscles, Carm. I’m practically ready for my dick now, don’t you think? 

Where’d you even get these? He’d looked down at the little allen wrench in your hand and said I don’t know, they were just here one day. 

Now you have a bookshelf, Bear. What a grown up. 

Carmen wouldn’t let you help him with the dishes after he cooked you dinner. He’d just kissed your shoulder and said, “Let me take care of it, alright?” with that little raise of his brows and quirk of his lips telling you not to argue because you’d never win. 

And when Carmen tells you to let him take care of something, well…you listen. 

You haven’t been dating very long, but it’s been enough that you’ve both developed this rhythm, this way of moving around and with each other and you just…work. 

He doesn’t understand how you can dial his shyness, his hesitance, so quickly, how you can make him feel like a human again so easily. But you do. 

You settle against the back of the couch, flipping through the tv guide (because Carm has never subscribed to any streaming services) until you find something worth listening to. It’s already a few minutes in, but you’ve seen the movie enough times that it doesn’t really matter. 

The overhead light in the kitchen switches off and Carmen pads out to the living room, socked feet dragging on the hardwoods. Your biggest pet peeve is people who don’t pick up their feet, but somehow it’s more tolerable when it’s him. 

He sits down on the edge of the couch. Just sits. On the edge. That means he wants to say something. You give him the time to psych himself up. 

Carmy chews on his thumb nail and rubs his nose before he turns to you, placing his hand on the couch. His blue eyes burn into yours, and the intensity of his gaze, trained on you, makes you feel like the most important person in the world. 

“H-hey, um…can we—could we snuggle, maybe?” He flushes at the fact that he just used the world snuggle. Richie would have his ass so quick if he’d heard him say that. 

Your grin is brilliant. You’ve never cuddled properly with Carmen before. Maybe a head on a shoulder or a leg tossed across another, but never a real cuddle session. “Fuck yeah, we can, Carm.” You giggle and the sound softens that bubble of fear in his chest. 

He bites the inside of his cheek, letting out the barest laugh. 

“How did you want t-to lay, Bear?” You blink at him. “Were you just gonna—” 

He starts to nod. “I was just gonna lay on your chest, honestly.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that works.”

“Y-yeah.”

You snort. “Lemme’ stretch out for you and then you can be a teddy bear.” 

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” Carmen shakes his head at you. He lets you pull that shit because he likes it. Secretly.

When you have a pillow under your neck and are laid out on your back, Carm slips beside you against the back of the couch and clumsily settles on top of you. He doesn’t want to crush you or anything, so he settles between your legs, only allowing the weight of his torso to envelop you. 

One arm wraps around your back, the other cradling your hip, his curls brushing your chin. He turns his head to face the tv and lets out a satisfied sigh. 

On instinct your hand threads through his tangled hair, scratching at his scalp gently and sorting through any piece that feels knotted. 

“What is this?” Carmy asks, nodding in the direction of the screen. 

“The Wedding Planner. It has Jlo and Matthew McConaughey in it.” 

“Chick flick?”

You hum in agreeance. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t hate it. Jlo’s character is like you but if the restaurant was a wedding planning business and you were, you know, a chick.”

He laughs lightly against your stomach and you can feel the puff of air over your shirt. 

The weight of Carmen’s body on top of yours is easily the most calming feeling you’ve ever experienced. You can’t get enough of him. 

“This okay?” you ask, scratching his scalp a little more for emphasis. This is a new way of showing affection. Uncharted territory. 

“Hm?” He looks up at you briefly, blue eyes fluttering closed. “Oh yeah, feels nice. I like it.”

You grin and continue to play with his hair. He’s right. It does feel nice. It is. 

The next few minutes go by without any conversation, just silence. But it’s so comfortable. Carmen’s tired gaze is on the tv. You can feel him breathing, feel the way he scratches over your back absently. You don’t know if he’s aware he does it, but he nuzzles his nose against the soft of your stomach every now and then like it’s keeping him safe. 

“You know I thought about being a wedding planner?”

Carmy pushes up onto his elbows, looking at you with the smallest smirk playing on his lips. “Really?”

You playfully bat at his shoulder and he moves to lay back down, but not before pressing a kiss to your sternum over your shirt. “Mhm. Still think about it sometimes.” You pause, but Carm doesn’t say anything yet because he knows you aren’t finished with that thought. 

“I guess I just thought it’d be nice to help put things like that together? The organization would make me feel…complete, I guess. And you know I don’t like to help people in such an extroverted way? I like to be behind the scenes.” You laugh, a little self-deprecatingly. “Does that make sense?”

Carmen squeezes your side. “‘Course it does. And then you could come home and tell me stories about all the family drama you eavesdrop on.”

You giggle, and Carmy loves that he can feel it where he lays on your chest. He can feel your joy, and that’s fucking cool. “That I could.”

He rubs your back in small, gentle circles. “And you know, I happen to have some friends who make pretty good food and would be happy to help if you ever needed.”

“Oh, do you? Well, that’s very helpful, Mr. Berzatto. You’ll have to give me their number.”

Carmy laughs into your chest. A pure, genuine laugh. It’s such a beautiful sound, and you truly think you’d have it tattooed all over your body if that was even remotely possible. His glee makes you laugh, and then you’re both snickering like you’re teenagers doing something that’ll get you in big trouble. 

You reach for his hand, the one that’s resting on your hip now, and he lets you lift it towards your face. He bites his cheek, fighting the smile that rises when you press your warm and chapstick covered lips to his knuckles. 

“You have such pretty hands, Carmy.”

He pinches your back. “I still don’t get why you’re so fascinated by them.”

“Because they’re pretty. And, look—” You hold yours up to his. “—they’re so much bigger than mine. And I like your tattoos, obviously. I like that I know how talented you are with your hands and how capable. I’m very lucky to hold such capable hands, Bear.”

“Capable, huh?” He gives you a look, one that makes you want to both tackle him and smack him on the arm. Instead you roll your eyes and he raises up to kiss you. 

“Capable of being the world’s biggest pain in the ass.”

Carmy laughs. It’s that little chuckle, light and airy and like he can’t believe what he’s hearing but he wants to hear more anyway. He flops back down on your chest, making you let out a rather loud oomph. 

You take Carmen’s hand in yours again, rubbing over the dry patches on his knuckles, the scabs on the insides of his fingers, the scar on his palm. His whole life is written in these hands. 

You start massaging the pads of his fingers without even thinking about it. No one’s ever been that gentle with him—definitely not with his hands—and a little part of him melts at the feeling. 

You kiss the tattoo on the back of his hand and just look at his skin. You’re determined to memorize each line and freckle and fucked up cuticle he’s got. 

“At least your nails don’t look like Richie’s, Carm.”

His chest moves with the giggle that travels throughout his body. 

“Trust me, they didn’t look like that when he was still with Tiff.”

You grin, your eyes falling back on the television. Maybe Carm would be open to setting it on the bookshelf? That table tray has put in a lot of work. It deserves a break. 

Carmen can see why you’re so fond of this movie. It’s one of those that doesn’t require much thought, that has humor and feels more human than most. He knows he shouldn’t think it, but you having said what you said before makes him wonder if you’ll plan your own wedding…with him. 

Shut the fuck up, he tells himself. But maybe we’ll get there. 

You catch him smiling when they fuck up the statue in the garden and pretend not to notice. You both keep quiet now, but Carm reaches up and puts your hand back on his head.

Your fingers thread through his curls again, scratching at his scalp gently. Your other hand does the same thing to his back. You know it’s going to lull him to sleep. 

When you say it, he’s already dozed off. But you are so happy that you get to make him feel safe. That he’s comfortable enough to sleep on you like this. Lucky is an understatement. 

“Thank you for letting me in, Bear. I don’t think my life has ever been this beautiful.”

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[xzerosparrowx]

The Guitar

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Day #1 - Prompt: Firsts | Word Count: 861 | Rating: T | CW: Use of homophobic language/slurs | POV: Eddie | Tags: How Eddie Munson got his first guitar, Wayne Munson is Eddie's Dad, Allen Munson, First Christmas, Christmas special.

Eddie lays awake in bed, watching the weak winter morning sun cast its light across the unfamiliar room with tired eyes. He blinks back hot tears as he feels the chill around his ears, remembering the way Allen Munson pulled at his hair, the sound of the electric razor buzzing against his skin. 

Now he was here in his Uncle's trailer, a man he barely knows aside from the few times Al complained about him over the phone. 

“... Says I should stop stealing cars and get a proper job. Wayne doesn't fucking get it, man.”

“Why does he wanna look after that little queer?”

“... Just because he's got no kids, he wants to steal mine.” 

A soft little knock startles him, the shuffle of feet near his door. “Eddie, you awake?” Wayne calls out quietly, a nervous waver in his voice.

“Yea-yes, sir,” Eddie answers, sitting up but not making a move towards the door.

“I'm not- you don't have to call me that, Eddie. You can just call me Wayne,” Eddie hears him sigh, “I'm thinking of making pancakes or waffles, not sure which one you prefer. If you like something more savory for breakfast, I bought eggs and bacon as well.” Wayne rambles, and there is something sad and warm in Eddie’s chest, an old ache that he had now long been accustomed to that Wayne had stumbled upon and brought into sharp focus.

“I-I’m happy with whatever si- Uncle Wayne,” Eddie answers finally, getting up from bed and pulling on a pair of old sweats and a baby blue threadbare sweater. It’s large on his thin frame, a hand-me-down from Wayne, warm and comfortable. 

He hears his Uncle move away from the door and Eddie gathers his courage to step out of the room. A kaleidoscope of twinkling fairy lights meet him, the trailer lit in a beautiful array of colour and tinsel.

Oh yeah, it’s Christmas.

Wayne is standing in the kitchen, pouring a ladle of pancake mix on the hot griddle. Eddie rubs his eyes, forcing the tears away before standing near Wayne and watching him cook. 

“You know how to make pancakes?” his uncle asks, expertly flipping a pancake. Eddie shakes his head, the only time he ever got breakfast was if Al left him money for groceries, which was not often.   

Wayne pours another ladle in response, before handing the spatula to Eddie, “all you have to do is wait for the bubbles to show up. Once they pop, they’re ready to be flipped. See?” He says, pointing to the little bubbles in the pancake. 

Guided by Wayne, Eddie flips the pancake his uncle beaming down at him when it lands perfectly on it’s uncooked side, “I think we have Julia Childs in the trailer!” Wayne laughs and Eddie cannot help but join him, rolling his eyes good naturedly at his uncle. They continue like that, Wayne ladling the perfect amount of batter on to the griddle and Eddie flipping them with varying degrees of success. 

It’s the first time, since Eddie moved to the trailer a week ago, that living here feels normal. To realise that maybe Wayne is nothing like Al at all. They eat the pancakes in companionable silence, Eddie drowning his in maple syrup while Wayne sprinkles icing sugar and lemon.

“I have a present for you, go sit on the couch,” Wayne says, pushing his plate away and getting up before Eddie can think to protest. Eddie does as he’s told, feeling awkward and unsure again as he listens to Wayne move stuff around. 

“Alright, close your eyes!” Wayne calls and Eddie closes them, he fidgets with his hands, rubs his thumb over his fingers in a soothing back-and-forth. He hears Wayne place something on the coffee table and opens his eyes when Wayne gives him the ok. 

Oh.

Eddie stares at the old, black acoustic guitar in front of him, lovingly stored in its case. There are scratch marks here and there, the leather strap flaking in places, but it gleams under the lights as if it knows that it is a well-used and treasured thing. 

“I’m sorry it’s not a new guitar, but I don’t really use this old girl anymore, so I thought maybe I’ll hand her down to you,” Wayne offers sheepishly, wringing his hands nervously, thumb over his fingers. 

“How- How did you know I wanted one?”

“I remember hearing you ask Al for one,” Wayne says this like it’s natural that he would remember something so small about Eddie, and Eddie breathes through that sad and warm ache in his chest. 

“That was two years ago, Uncle Wayne,” he manages to choke out, he can feel his throat starting to thicken, tears beginning to well up and he watches his uncle trying to fight off his own emotions. 

“Well, you’re a good kid. You deserve something that’s just for you.”

His uncle's arms are strong and comforting when Eddie leaps towards him in a tight hug. Eddie does not remember the last time Al hugged him, but if he closes his eyes he can almost pretend that Wayne had always been his Dad. 

[ladykailitha]

I would like to rant about something. It's been awhile since I've done that and it's been kinda bubbling under the surface for a long time.

Again: you can headcanon whatever the fuck you want, this just my "takes me out of a story" thing.

There have been a couple posts that I've seen going around lambasting people for using other names for Eddie then Edward (Edwin, Edison, Edmond etc) when it's on his missing poster as Edward Munson.

Only there is a couple things wrong with that.

One: Not everyone goes through every frame of the show and are actual causal viewers! I know, shocking! (heavy sarcasm here, folks) I personally had seen the missing poster gifed and screenshotted a billion times and never caught that they had his first and last name until someone pointed it out.

Two: it lists Eddie's age at 17. So how well can trust it, really? I know I've seen several takes from production getting the age wrong, to Wayne making him younger so people care, to Kas theory, to even Eddie being one of the kids that went missing before Will and his age is listed as what it would have been in 1983 (which could go either supernatural or Wayne just used the old missing poster from then).

So until there is something ELSE in the show that shows his name AS Edward, you can call him whatever you want, because canon just tells us that his name is Eddie.

So why am I bringing this up?

Because the people going around shouting this bit of information tend to also people who will use one or the other or even both of the next headcanons in their meta/fanfics.

1- Eddie CAN'T swim. This one always takes me out of the story when I see it because we have TWO on screen events that show him swimming. The first is the one most people forget. When Jason and his friends chase Eddie out onto the lake and he falls in. If he couldn't swim, dude would have DIED. But he makes it to Skull Rock. The second time is jumping after Steve. Trust as someone who can't swim, there is no way he would go jumping in after Steve if he couldn't. He would go back to shore and let the kids know what was going on.

So I tend to back out of a fic when I see it, because if you're off about that aspect of his character, I'm not sure I want to read further because what else might they get wrong about him.

2- This one is a doozy for me because it really makes me mad. When they say Wayne is Eddie's mom's brother.

"While all the other dads were teaching their kids to fish or to play ball...my old man was teaching me how to hotwire. Now I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder and soon grand theft auto so...uh, yeah really living up to that Munson name."

Right, I had to transcribe the whole phrase because IMDb only had the hotwiring part. Because it's that last part that is so important to my point. Now I don't know if there are other ways to interpret that line, but if Wayne's last name is Munson and Eddie talks about living up to the Munson name...wouldn't the logic follow that Eddie's dad (named Allen Munson in the Stranger Things: First Shadow play and that's how I'll refer to him from now on to make it easier to type) is also a Munson? So if Wayne, Allen, and Eddie all share the same name wouldn't that make Wayne and Allen brothers?

Now, I think I know where this logic that Wayne is related to Eddie's mom and not his dad, is because how could sweet, hardworking Wayne be related to criminal, most likely in jail Al? Because I don't know who needs to hear this: but even growing up poor in a family that isn't known for its honest living (not that I think all the Munsons are like Al, by the way) one can still chose not to follow in those footsteps. Hell, Wayne could have even straightened up FOR Eddie.

Hell we know more about Eddie's dad then we do his mom. The only thing we know is that she isn't around to take care of Eddie. Dead, in jail, or just doesn't give a damn, she's not in Eddie's life.

So yeah, it upsets me because to me it smacks a little classist. Good guy Wayne can't be related to criminal Al *clutches pearls!* He absolutely is.

/end rant

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 23

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Trigger Warning: Violence

Kara pouted as she lay cuddled next to Lena on the couch in the House of El. Lena chuckled while patting Kara’s head. 

“Kara, you said you needed just five more minutes,” mused Lena. 

Kara's pout became more pronounced and said, “I know, but I like being your cuddle bunny.”

Lena smiled and kissed Kara on the forehead. 

“I love being cuddled up next to you, but I have to get to work. I have several projects at the hospital that I need to finish in the next two days or we will be very behind.”

Kara sighed while disentangling herself from Lena and said, “I know. There is stuff that I need to do, but I….”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “You would rather stay cuddled up with me like you have been for the last couple of days instead of face what has happened since the attack.”

Kara looked at Lena with a soft smile while holding her hand and said, “I know that I have to face the outside world. It has just been nice being in our own protective bubble and getting to know you better is all.”

Lena kissed Kara’s hand which caused her to blush. 

“I understand darling. However, we have lives to lead and people who miss us. My mom, Sam, and Ruby have been blowing up my phone wondering where I have been the last several days. Still trying to think of an effective excuse to give them when I come into the office today.”

Kara yawned while stretching and standing up. 

“You should just tell them the truth.”

Lena looked at Kara startled and asked, “Kara, are you sure….”

Kara cocked her head and asked, “Are these people that you trust?”

“Well, yes, I trust them very much.”

Kara smiled and said, “If you trust them, I trust them.”

“Really?” asked Lena with glossy eyes.

Kara leaned down to caress Lena on the face, kissed her on the lips, and said, “I do. Besides, we are dating, and I want to get to know your family better and I want you to get to know the family that I have on Earth.”

Lena raised an eyebrow and said, “Outside of Clark I guess.”

Kara chuckled while bopping Lena on the nose and said, “Of course.”

Lena smiled while wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck and said, “I would love that.”

Kara beamed and asked, “When shall we plan this?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Someone is eager to meet the family I see.”

Kara looked down sheepishly and said, “Why wouldn’t I not be eager. These people helped formed who you are today. Of course I would want to meet them.”

Lena caressed Kara’s face and kissed her for a couple of minutes. 

She then looked up to Kara and said, “It is those little things that make me love you even more.”

Kara smirked and asked, “You love me huh?”

Lena blush, looked down sheepishly, and said, “I do, but you don’t have to feel rushed to say it back to me or anything…”

Kara places a finger on her lips to cut her off. Kara smiled and said, “I love you too.”

Kara leaned forward and kissed Lena on the lips. Lena wraps her arms around Kara and lean into the embrace more. They kissed for a couple of moments before Lena leaned back and said, “I need to leave or I am never getting out of here.”

Kara smirked and asked, “Is that really such a bad idea?”

Lena chuckled and said, “Only if I want the hospital to go under.”

Lena and Kara got up off the couch and stretch. 

Lena turned to Kara and said, “My mom has a weekly dinner at her house on Wednesdays every week. Do you think some of your family members would be able to come this Wednesday?”

Kara smiled and said, “That is something that can definitely be pulled off.”

Lena smiled and said, “Perfect. I will let my mom know.”

Lena grabbed her things, sighed, and said, “I will get going now. Are you going to be staying around here the rest of today?”

Kara stretched a little more and said, “No. I think I will fly a bit to exercise my powers a little bit and visit Damian today. He is finally alert and isn’t too happy about having to stay on bed rest for the rest of the week.”

“Aww poor baby.”

Kara chuckled and said, “I don’t know how he would take to being called that, but I am hoping to cheer him up by getting him his favorite treat before heading to the manor today: chocolate and pistachio Baklava from Carrie’s Cafe.”

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[olliedollydove]

Hi bestie!! I wanted to get your opinions on some of the hetalia 2ps (mainly the allies) and what you think they’re like

I adore the concept of the 2ps, I think it’s such a silly idea that a lot of the fandom agreed on stuff for them w/ out prompt!! I always love hearing the different ideas or opinions on them :00!!

Hi!! Happily!! Though some I don't really use, I have a slight bit about them! I tend to focus more on England and Japan, but I don't toss out everyone else! But I'll warn, most will mention something about Oliver 😭

2p England - Oliver is my absolute baby, he's become a vital part of me at this point. Though he follows same guidelines as the fandoms' depiction of him, he has... pages of lore I have made for him. Explaining why he does what he does, says what he says, what he wants and how he views things: ex. He hates everyone, he sees no value in any life including his, other than Arthur (his twin) and his partner. Allen and Matt are seen as his sons, but they stopped loving him, so he won't hesitate to dismiss or hurt them. Kuro is a friend, he cares a bit, but not nearly enough to take his feelings into account. To him, if they don't love him after what he's done, they don't deserve the life he provided them. He has a lot of... issues. He's sympathetic, but you still don't like that he's that way. He's capable of care, but just... doesn't. Though, he wasn't always like this... in fact he used to be the opposite until the incident happened that led him down a rabbithole he can never crawl out from. He's bubbly, manipulative, cunning, deceptive, clingy, needy, greedy, intelligent, selfish, and sickeningly affectionate. Severe abandonment issues and has a need to always have attention, or else he starts to get aggressive. Though he sees no value in other's lives, it doesn't mean he goes out of his way to hurt them just because- oh no. He saves that for people who hurt others. Vigilante, you could call him. He has no country power, since he was "too soft" to take anything seriously, so they chose Arthur to be the main one instead of having them both.

2p America - Allen is alright to me, I enjoy him, but I don't tend to use him. Allen is a very liberal man, and extremely stubborn in his beliefs. Vegan, but doesn't force it on others. He often goes out at night to attack people that threaten or harm women, but never shows himself to the ones he helps. Learned that from Oliver. Gets along well with the others, but sees Alfred as an annoying, stupid little cousin that needs scolded all the time. Though, he absolutely despises Oliver with his entire heart. In fact, he wants him dead. He is aware Oliver kept him safe growing up, but he can't forgive him for the secret he kept. Sometimes he gets himself into trouble by giving too much or caring too much about others' feelings, despite how he acts. He's extremely empathetic and patient with people, and fights often with Alfred over how their country is being run.

2p Canada - Matt is quiet and tends to keep to himself, he's confident in his own abilities and sees no need to get attention from others- he knows his worth. He gets used about as much as Allen, since they're usually a pair, much closer than Alfred and Matthew are. Strong, smart, solid. This guy probably built his own house just because he likes doing it. He's not really selfish, but isn't selfless. He's a good median, and is fairly balanced. Has a soft spot for Oliver's sweets, and sees him more as a father than Allen. Doesn't hate him, but doesn't love him as much as he used to, sadly. He's actually quite nice to Matthew and tells him to stop caring about other country's attention, he's a fine guy.

2p France - Not much on him other than he's cold, tired, but not cruel. He's very avoidant and seems to get uncomfortable around Francis, since Francis keeps trying to "brighten him up". Would much rather sit in a quiet room with Matt and embroider or knit, maybe have a glass of wine and go to an art museum. He likes art, a lot, and is often painting alone... and he's quite good at it. Usually calm and a bit snippy with others, he won't apologize but won't keep going, but he is remorseful. He has a lot of back pain which affects his sleep, but doesn't talk much about it. He's a bit afraid of Oliver, and Oliver wants him dead. But he's not sure what he did for Oliver to want that of him... so he just never communicates unless necessary.

2p Russia - I.... actually don't have anything for him. I don't have an opinion on him, he's mostly quiet and serious, straightforward about what he wants. Sorry! I don't really use Russia in general!

2p China - I don't use him much either but... This man pretends to hate cute things, but in fact, loves them. He likes to think he's dismissive, but he actually cares too much and wants to help, but restrains himself from doing so. Mainly, he hates arguing or debating. But once alone he will complain to himself hardcore. While his counterpart is talkative and jokes, and can be emotional, he tries not to be. He doesn't hate Yao, in fact he actually likes him a lot, but seems to just do as Yao says, since he trusts him. He sees Yao as a big brother, so that's why he does that. He trusts him more than he does anyone else. He doesn't have much power but that was his own choice, he enjoys living as a regular person rather than deal with the stressful job as a country, though he gets called in for major things.

I hope that's all okay! 🫶 I really like the idea of 2Ps and.. well my own 3Ps haha

Sorry Ollie has so much he is a hyperfixation 😭

[c12ly]

✨️ My autistic headcanons, part 2: ✨️

Barry Allen

From the flash

I dont even know where to start, so im just gonna through it all. He info dumps, has a very strong sence of justice, running is his happy stim and said by him, when hes running hes the happiest. Hes clumsy, introverted, struggles in social situations. He also grew up in safe households for him and everyone around him are either autistic as well or decent human beings and i love to see an autistic character who, well, is not doing very great in like and mental wellbeing, but it has nothing to do with him being who he is, he never masks, hes never infantilized, he gets recognized by how good and dedicated he is at his job but without saying hes a savant or something and its rare that people comment on his differences being a bad thing or just in general.

Harry Wells

From the flash

He doesn't have much interest in social situations but when he does, he struggles with them, like making friendships, for example. He has difficulty with others emotions and his own emotions; theres an episode in which he literally just learns how to be emphatic. He has difficulty managing his anger, trowing stuff across the room which could be meltdowns. He sometimes gets nonverbal and Cisco talks for him. He gets hyperfixiated and im pretty sure he stimms but i cant remember any example. Oh and big belly burger is def his safe food.

Cisco Ramon

From the flash

Like Barry, he's a very emotional and expressive autistic. He gets so happy anytime he finds an answer for something hes been hyperfixiating on, hes clumsy, he struggles in social situations and sometimes worries about him not being good enough. His also very attached to his hair, his powers when he used to be Vibe were kind of linked to sensory stimulation, he has a strong sence of justice and shares SpIn with Harry, which is the reason why they get along so well; they really complement each other.

Wednesday Addams

From Wednesday

She rarely shows facial expressions, has alextymia, a strong sence of justice, she doesn't accept a simple answer, she wants a reason, has a strict routine, infodumps, doesn't care about social rules, norms, or fitting in, she only wears black and white due to sensory issues, doesn't see any different between her and older people and doesn't like physical touch.

Lily

From Dash & Lily

She doesn't like change, so much, that she never gets far from a literal bubble (well, more like an oval) she marked on a map. Her special interest is clearly Christmas, she signs carols and never forget the lyrics, and she likes to make her own clothes to express herself and although she do feel scared of being judged, she still wear what she wants, her weird but beautifully-her outfit which make her smile with so much joy. She has difficulty in social situations and during her childhood and now as a teenager, its seems like its easier for her to talk with adults rather than people her age.

Probably one of the most relatable quotes from a show I've ever seen was when she gifted her classmates bracelets and everyone threw them to the ground, and this boy mentioned how weird she was and before that, she never really thought about it, she thought she fitted in, she didn't saw herself as weird and after that she lived scared of being called weird and basically started masking.

[sofiiel]

I Remember You | Part Two

Eddie x Fem!Reader Post S4 - Time Skip | Sort fic (probably) about 3 parts.

WARNINGS: angst. Reader suffers from alcohol + drug abuse. S4 is only semi cannon in this fic. There will probably be eventual smut in later parts. Use of Y/n. Longish word counts.

A/N: Based off of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" | The songs : Far From Home : The Sweetest Chill : Taking Over Me : Walking On Both Sides : Cirice : Corrode.

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The work day finally came to a close.

You survived your shift. Though you popped painkillers like candy for the ringing of your head, constantly munching on handfuls of trail mix.

Settled outside your job on the curb, you waited patiently. Vickie said she'd be willing to pick you up. That saved you a long walk home with nothing but your thoughts. The loudest of them.

"But you deserve the long walk home. What were you even thinking, going that far beyond your usual?" You questioned yourself.

"Relax, it was just the day. You're in control now." you murmured.

The horn of Vickie's car honked once and as you looked up were met with the concerned faces of the two women inside.

"Don't look so scared. Steve was being dramatic, I swear." You said. Getting to your feet, you swung your purse over your shoulder, and got inside the car.

"Yeah, dingus can be a little dramatic, but he said you passed out." Robin spoke.

"Mhhm, something people do when drunk. Right?" You question, you could feel the defensiveness bubbling, boiling, you didn't mean to sound that snarky.

Robin raised her hands in surrender, "Jeez, ok." she breathed. "Just a healthy bit of concern." Robin added.

You sighed, "sorry." in a murmur.

Vickie twisted her body to look at you from the diver's seat. "Are you, sure you're ok. I know you don't like to talk about it but-"

Your words rushed out swiftly, and your pulse raced right with them. "I'm fine." It'd been years since you last talked about everything. It felt so trivial in your head some days.

Though that's never what the psychotherapist said. Nor was it what the break in your voice just told them.

Vickie bit her lip and quickly turned around, if you were trying to fight it, she couldn't let you see the mist in her eyes. Robin's gaze lingered on Vickie, who's face was riddled in concern.

"Right, well. Do you want to go home or get something to eat?" Vickie said, trying to brighten the mood.

"I just- home please." you said quietly.

Vickie nodded and without a word put the car in drive and turned up the radio slightly.

Eddie grumbled to himself as he fiddled with the tape repair kit and a radio on the living room floor. His eyes squinting were nearly closed, and his tongue curved to hug the tip of his upper lip.

"Come on, be salvageable." he murmured, carefully pulling the reel out of the cassette case. The case itself was severely cracked, and blood had seeped beyond the plastic, as had the water.

He didn't have his hopes high, but Eddie had also seen far more impossible things happen. So what's necromancing a doomed little tape?

Scatter around him was an opened can of cold mix vegetables, a box of cereal and a bottle of water. A blanket draped from his shoulders. The world around him may have been less damp but even in it's drying dusty state it was freezing.

Eddie wished the electricity in the house would decide it wanted to play, it was in fact on in town today.

He picked up the can and shook some of the veggies into his mouth. Chomping away before washing it down and going back to his fiddling.

Through his head like a movie was a daydream that he'd thought left him a long time ago. It crawled to the surface the moment he heard her voice through the veil.

Again he imagined what it would have been like, meeting her at the quarry. What she might have said. The conversation changed with every daydream, but now what he said remained the same.

Eddie's mind went wild with the details, it was a nice evening that day. The weather was gentle and deceivingly comforting. He didn't get a chance to look at the stars, but he bet they were vivid.

He smiled to himself; It was one of the things she'd remind people to do back then.

"Take a moment and look at the sky, at least once a day, and take in something bigger than everything else around you." she'd say.

Eddie imagined that night, before any words were spoken, they would have done just that; gazed up at the night sky above. That the silence would have been easy and welcomed.

That she would sigh and flash him a nervous smile, ask if he'd listened to the tape, and then the real conversation would start.

Eddie imagined a hundred different things she might have said. Maybe it was a feeling that had settled in for years, as it seemed somehow they always crossed paths. Or perhaps it was a sudden epiphany of a new attraction, having worked with each other for the past two years. Maybe she just woke up that morning and decided, fuck it, I might like him, and I'm going for it.

He'd been shocked that day when he opened that envelope. When his eyes scanned over the note at a quick glance, and reread it even quicker.

Sure, Eddie had a thought or two before. Some days, her smile would leave him staring just a bit longer than he should be. Or she'd touch his arm and he'd tell himself, "Y/n's just friendly."

"She's just nice." said his past thoughts.

But reading that note.

"Hey, there's this guy that's been in my head for a while now. You know him. I kind of need your help though with this one. I can tell you who, just meet me at the quarry tonight. Tell me when is good for you."

Alright, so it wasn't exactly a confession. It could have been anybody. But it wasn't anyone in his band, Y/n could have asked him about them a long time ago.

It couldn't be a customer for that same reason. Why else would she hand such a simple request to him in a sealed envelope with a mixtape.

"Or maybe you really wanted to be someone's...well, someone." Eddie thought with a sigh. Now trying to put the tape into a new case.

He was going to be thirty in about a year, and still his heart fluttered at the thought of what she might have said to him.

In his daydreaming, when she had said her peace, he imagined she'd look up at him with those familiar eyes. She might even be holding her breath, waiting for him to say something. Say anything.

Eddie knew now exactly what he'd do. He'd laugh, he wouldn't be able to help it. It'd be a small chuckle, but it'd be there. She'd cast him a worried glance, and probably assume he thought the hole thing was silly.

But he'd prove her wrong. Eddie made up in his mind that he would hug her and spin her about, or try to. If that failed, he'd keep her in a light embrace. Wrapped in his arms. He'd bump his forehead to hers and say, "Yeah, I know the guy, and I think I can honestly say. He's probably learning that he's into you too. He'd never see this coming. But, he might need to hear it again, though."

She'd look at him and repeat her most precious line, and then Eddie would steal a kiss, and with any luck it would knock her off her feet.

Eddie, lost in his thoughts, had stopped working on the cassette. He stared off into nothing, a slight smile on his face. But that smile slowly began to fade at the reminder in the back of his head.

"You're not getting out of here." it said in the smallest of voices.

Eddie looked down at the tape and cassette shell. It wasn't a new thought, and yet this time that thought made him want to cry.

It was the new-found ability to be able to hear people again from the other side. The return of lost interactions. Familiar faces and voices more than a waning memory, audibly tangible.

Above his head, Eddie heard a loud bang and crash. He jumped slightly startled, casting his eyes to the ceiling above him. The dirty mirror was slowly coming back, and he could make out her shape through it.

You looked down at the wine bottle that lay cracked open on the coffee table. Watching the red liquid pool and, in a small stream, trickle onto the carpet.

Your mind went blank as you gathered the pieces. You'd dropped it. It was on purpose, but your mind wasn't clear on why. Because just as much as it meant to drop the bottle, it meant to consume all of it.

"I don't want to give into this thing, to this place." You murmured. "I'm not ready, but I don't want to give up." you whispered.

Down below, Eddie watched you with a tentative gaze, "Neither do I." he breathed.

Dumping the split bottle and large shards into the trash, you tried your best to collect yourself. Eyes shut tightly, "see I am in control, I've got this." you told yourself.

Going to the sink you turn on the cold water and let it wash the red wine stains from your hands. Focused on the lather of the soap, you fought to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your skin crawled as a piece of your mind whimpered, "Why'd you do that? Why'd you waste that!" in a quiet rage.

You exhaled and suck in your lips. "Don't be so pathetic." you whispered. "This is all so stupid."

With the bend of your wrist, you rubbed at your itching eyes. It was bad enough that you let this morning happen. You were determined not to be reduced to a crying mess on the floor.

"Maybe that's what you need." something foreign echoed in your head. A voice you were not familiar with. It flittered around you like a strange kindness. Its words were soft.

"Trust me" it whispered. "I know."

Covering your mouth, you let your teeth sink into your bottom lip. "You're losing it." you thought. "For little reason other than..." your thoughts faded.

If you stopped thinking about it, talking about it, it would all go away. At least that's what your family said. But then again, they didn't think you needed any outside help.

There were plenty of reasons why you avoided them, your family.

"We're family now" is what Vickie would tell you. "You're big sis," that statement always came with a giggle.

The light blinked from your phone, someone had left a message. All you really wanted was sleep, though it wasn't often you got calls.

"Better check it." you sighed.

"Hello, Y/n. It's Beth from work! I was wondering if you had time, would you be interested in having lunch with Barry and I next Saturday? His brother's moving back in town and he's a single pringle! It'd also be nice to have a fourth, you know, for the conversation. I'm sure you'll have a lot in common having just returned! He's a music teacher, isn't that fun? Just let me know, give me a call."

You cringed.

Below, Eddie shook his head, "that's not lunch, that's a set-up. And a poorly executed one." he murmured.

You gazed at the phone with a flat expression. "I hate fix ups." you muttered. Everyone thought they knew what you wanted or what you needed. It's how you spent half your time in college.

"I promise he's a greaaat guy!" they'd say.

And yet so far it's never worked out, not once. Couple of months at most and then on to the next one.

"Why do you even go?" Vickie would often ask after listening to your rants over the phone. The answer was simple, who doesn't want to find their person?

Alright, probably lots of people, but you weren't one of them.

Vickie words sprung into your mind again, "Maybe things never work out because... you already met them." her advice always stuck in your craw worse than anything.

"She is terrible at dating and wisdom for her self. And yet, in an instant, becomes Confucius or Plato or something for anyone else." you thought with a shake of your head.

"Goofy little genius." You sighed.

"But maybe you're right. No one else fits." you said to yourself, "If that's the case, what was I going to do if rejected." the words came out in a bitter chuckle.

Trying your best to shrug off the thought. Thinking about it too long led to the every persistent self dig of 'what if I'd tried sooner?'

The age-old curse of not wanting to risk what you've happily settled for just because of a chance at more.

"It's like only applying to shit schools because fear of that rejection letter. Then dreaming about Harvard for the rest of your life." you grumbled to yourself.

"Wanting the lead role, but only auditioning for the one-liner." you said.

"Who'd she let slip?" Eddie murmured. From his entrapment, he followed your path through the house.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, set your purse on the vanity and kicked off your shoes. "Maybe I should go." You said.

"Pretty sure talking to yourself this much is a bad sign." you chuckled. "You need someone around. Even if just to talk."

Eddie shook his head, "nope, it's a sigh of genius. Think I read that somewhere, maybe?" Eddie squinted, "no point in trying to remember, you know how this goes." he said.

Eddie fell silent, watching you look at the secondary phone on your night stand. "She's contemplating it?" he thought, biting his lip with unease.

"Shouldn't bother you, man, you're stuck here." He thought.

Meanwhile, you'd plucked up the phone and gave Beth a call.

"Shit." Eddie whispered, "wait? Barry? I knew that name." he uttered. Trying to remember made his head hurt. Eddie closed his eyes, "give it up." He told himself, his finger touching a trickle of scarlet at his nostril.

"Damn it." Eddie said, heading for the tissue box, near the bed.

March 26, 1994

Eddie wrote down a series of cords in the worn notebook that'd become his newest diary. A hand wrapped around his gut, that last tin of sardines was long gone. Time may have stood still for everything else in the upside down, "but that stuff was probably past it's date years before it go stuck here." Eddie thought.

He rubbed his stomach lightly, food supplies taken from houses were less reliable than what he gathered from stores, schools, and the hospital.

The veil was closed, sealed up tight, and he could only listen to the commotion above. Drawers opening a closing Y/n muttering to herself. It was the fifth outfit she'd tried on.

"It's nearly impossible to be possible date ready and business casual all at once." he'd heard her say.

Eddie groaned, sliding his notebook forward as he moved to lay on his stomach. She didn't like a blue blouse, the khaki pants, or the green earrings. Which left Eddie to wonder.

"Whats your favorite color?"

He wrote in his book.

Eddie gnawed on his pencil and looked down at the page.

"Favorite anything. Food, candy, time of year? Night or day?"

Eddie could recall a few things, like her favorite band and favorite celebrity. He never knew why those stuck with him.

"Probably because back then you'd love to have been both., and it just didn't click." his small thoughts chimed.

A soft, struggling smile crossed his face as his hand flicked and swirled the pencil across the lines.

"What's your favorite song?"

He knew it once, Eddie was sure of it. It must have been a fleeting moment. "I love that song!" she said.

He could only remember that much and the fact that it was playing on the radio at the time.

"I was working on the car, under it." Eddie gazed down at his writing. "And the song came on, and she nearly tripped over my legs trying to get inside and turn up the volume." Eddie said.

He whispered, "but what was the song..." and closed up his book. He still had sweetheart and his acoustic. They'd managed to survive as long as he had. Maybe if he played for a while, it'd come back to him.

Your eyes shifted towards the clock for the twentieth time. Dreading and yet hopeful about lunch. "If he's decent, and you hit it off, this could be the very thing you need." you thought.

The minute hand ticked and it was officially lunch. Grabbing your purse, you headed for your car.

"Don't think too much about it and just be casual..." You sat giving yourself a pep talk, examining your face in the mirror of the car. You'd parked outside the newly renovated Benny's.

Looking out the window, you could spot Beth and Barry meeting a man by the door.

Your eyes squinted, You could only see his back, but, "He looks strangely familiar." You murmur. Examining what you could about it, he wasn't tall or short, with a heavy build. Slicked bark hair sporting a few curls and clad in a leather jacket, which held more patches than you'd ever seen in your life.

You check over your reflection one last time, take a deep breath and step out of your car.

"Oh! There she is!" Beth called out.

You raise a hand to send a stiff wave. Before the motion could complete, the man turned around, and your jaw clenched tight. "I..." Your thoughts were broken, mentally screaming.

"Holy shit, Y/n?" said Paul, a grin slowly came to his face, "Remember me?" He asked with a grin.

Pins and needles stung at your fingertips, "I...you're Corroded's bassist, um.." You exhale, "were, I mean."

Paul's smile faltered a little as well, "yeah, that me." he said.

Beth excitedly shook Barry's shoulder. "Look, look," she whispered.

Paul glanced back at His brother and Sister in law. "Um, would you mind if I took Y/n out for ice cream instead?" He asked.

Beth cut in faster than Barry could answer. "Are you kidding? You two go have fun! Sound like you have lots of catching up to do!" she sang.

There was little more Beth loved, than playing matchmaker.

Paul smiled at his family and beckoned you to follow him. The walk up the street was quiet. He stopped before a motorcycle and got on.

"Here," said Paul, passing you the spare Helmet. Fastening it on your head, you climbed on behind him.

"Ice cream?" You questioned, holding onto his shoulders.

"I needed to tell them something." He said.

"Besides, you looked at me like the whole world was crashing." Paul sighed.

The silence that fell was suffocating, even the rumble of the bike couldn't cut through. You cleared your throat, "so, you're a music teacher now?" You asked.

"Ahhhh," Paul lulled, nodding his head, "yeah. Took a music major, found out that they're hiring at Hawkin's Middle School." He said. "so...I'm back." the words came in a quiet murmur.

Your mouth shut tight, "I came back for my friend's wedding. Stayed because of a job offer as well. You know...money's nice after job hopping all over." You said in a tone to match his.

Bent over the toilet in a room of the husk that would have been the Hospital, Eddie wiped his mouth. His stomach knotted and arms trembling. "Fuck." he whispered.

With dulled eyes, he looked at the scarlet and black sludge in the bowl. "That's not food poisoning or bad sardines." he muttered.

His stomach twisted, causing Eddie to hiss. He used the wall for support, carefully sliding down it. With his head in his hands, he shook his head.

"You fought it off before, you can keep it up." he told himself. But his fingertips felt frost bitten, and his head began to hurt. It wanted to steal more of him away.

Eddie looked down at his hands, they shivered violently. Pale skin turning a volcanic gray, nails black and pointed. He could feel his spine crack, threatening to hunch.

He needed to be fast, Eddie quickly discarded his vest and shirt. The Pants and shoes could be ruined, he could find those again. But if the tops were distorted, he feared he'd lose the memories tied to them.

The skin beneath Eddie's armpit webbed and following the length of his arm fused slowly. He sank down to the floor, curled and writhing as he could feel his body unwillingly change.

Eventually the screaming stopped, and consciousness left him. It was in control now.

In the back of the ice cream parlor, you poked at the banana split. Paul watched you quietly digging away at his triple stack. It seemed both of you planned on eating away your feelings.

"Since there's nothing to drink." you thought.

"You know Eddie told us," Paul finally said.

Your eyes refused to look at him, finally taking a spoonful of your ice cream. "Told you what?" you asked.

Paul glanced off, "you know..." he hesitated, "about the note and...thte tape."

You nearly choked, "o-oh..." you stammered.

Paul's brow pushed together, "Nobody was able to reach you, you know after the evacuation." he said. "Jeff and Gareht tried. Vickie said you wouldn't answer calls."

You sat still, watching the split melt.

"You weren't there for the-"

"Vickie said it was empty, so it was pointless. Right?" You spoke quickly, shutting his statement down before it could reach your ears.

"This town, its investigative work, isn't worth piss without Jim Hopper. And with the government in a frenzy over that weird fall out..." You rambled.

Paul simply watched you. "Yeah, we didn't buy it at first either." he sighed.

"At first?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He answered you, speaking carefully words heavy, "It's been eight years, Y/n. What other answer could it be?"

"Missing persons can be missing for decades," you said, shaking your head, "some are never found until they die, but until that time they are still out there."

Paul drew in a breath. "That's..."

Your eyes narrowed more.

"That can't be better for you to think. A grave, a chance to say your peace. That's closure. It can hel-"

"That's not closer, that's talking to dirt under a stone, crafted to make what happened go away. A.k.a a load of horseshit" You snapped.

Paul lifted his hands in surrender. "Ok" he said.

You eased back, looking down at your hands.

"Ok." he repeated in a sigh.

You swallowed hard, and unzipped your purse. Pulling out a small silver flask. Paul watched you apprehensively as you took a sip.

Looking up, you noticed the look he was giving you. And a lie you'd gotten far too comfortable telling, tumbled out of your mouth.

"It's...liquid Tylenol. I...haven't been well lately." You murmured.

Paul exhaled, "Oh, I'm sorry," he said. Both wanting to ask more, and yet he didn't want to push into anything that might have been personal. Tylenol wasn't anything strong, and he didn't want to her about period details. Must have been cramps.

"Well...not to harp on, you know..." Paul muttered.

"How have you been? What have you been up too?" He asked.

"After college? Just trying to keep a steady job. You try and pick the thing that's interesting and good enough money. But get out and find the jobs are too few or too many people qualify for them." You said.

"Other than that, I'm just here. Helping Vickie navigate her disgruntled family, for far." You side glanced, "I don't have much of a life outside of work these days."

"Well, that's no good." Paul said with a faint smile. "Gotta live a little sometime."

"So, what about you?" You asked, wanting to change the subject. If this kept up, it might lead to an offer to go to a bar sometime. And you'd worked far too hard to avoid becoming a regular there.

"Yep, doing great, you only frequent the liquor store six times a week." you thought, soured.

"Usually work, during school breaks I offer private lessons for bass guitar and standard. I have the kids on weekends, holidays and half of the school break." Paul explained.

"You have kids?" You asked, you'd never have guessed that.

He laughed. "Four, if you can believe it. Triplets, all girls and my youngest son."

You manged a smile, "that's great."

From there on, the conversation seemed to move about at an easier pace. For now, you were just glad this hadn't turned into a complete nightmare. Even if it was only another reminder.

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Barry Allen in all forms and incarnations by Cicuta_virosa

Leonard would like to punch someone in the face. Or preferably ice some delicate parts and then punch someone in the face. He’s not sure who, but he feels somebody deserves it. Getting saved from whatever wherever whenever happened to him post-Oculus just to be thrown into a team-up with the Flash and his exasperating team against an Evil Flash version… He didn’t even have time for a the post-death bender that he’s pretty sure his resurrection warranted. And to make things even more complicated, it seems someone is poisoning Barry-Not-Evil-Yet-Allen. Completed, 8k words.

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Chapter 6:

Savitar hesitated. He really shouldn’t have. Light exploded. It spilled from the man like water from a geyser, and it was so violent, intense, than Leonard couldn’t do anything else than let go of his weapon and shield his face. It was like being tossed right into the sun. If the sun had been green. After a moment, light dimmed itself and Leonard opened his eyes, slowly, carefully. Savitar was prisoner of an emerald bubble, raging against his confinement. He disappeared in a blurr, again and again, using his speed to try breaking the strange structure, but without success, and he finally fell on his butt, right here, in the bubble, panting like he had run thrice around the Earth. The barista was still there, but slightly shining, wrapped into some sort of green and black spandex, a domino on his face, and levitating a good twenty centimeters above the dirty floor. He touched the bubble with the same sad expression. “You can run all you want, you won’t go out of this until I want it. It’s as unbreakable as my will.”

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“Admire the beast before the kill,” Savitar quipped, baring his teeth to Iris in a feral grin. “You’re going to live you, gigantic drama queen,” Hal affirmed, turning to him, “I’m taking you to people who can stabilize that whole mess of future time remanent, or whatever the fuck you did to your timeline and body. And then, to a shining blue guy who, I hope, can do something about those pesky murder tendencies, unfit for a Barry Allen!” “You can’t go!” Barry interjected, “I don’t… I don’t remember you.” “You will,” Hal said, “ You will remember I’m your friend, I always was, I always will be, in every forms, lives or incarnations.” He pointed at the bubble and his prisoner, “Even the most broken ones.” He smiled again, and touched Barry’s face. Leonard let him, because he understood what it was. A farewell. “I am Barry Allen’s friend. And right now, he’s a Barry Allen that need a friend more than anything else in the whole galaxy because he’s alone, when you aren’t. He’s a Barry Allen who needs me more than you do.” Savitar made a rude noise. There were tears in Barry’s eyes and he said: “It’s strange, I feel like I’m losing you in a divorce because you’re choosing the other parent.” 

[ask-tiny-allen]

it’s been ages how have y’all been

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "Do you want me to hurt him?" / inspired by 'telephone' by lady gaga

♡ pairing: bart allen ( impulse ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / my schedule is going to become more sporadic starting next week :/ i'm going to keep the warning up until next week.

"Bart, shut up," you said, jokingly pushing him. he laughed, handing you the ice cream, "what? I'm serious! I just think that mint chocolate is better. if you have just mint, it'll taste like toothpaste and if you have just chocolate, it's too sweet so mint chocolate is a good even ground," he explained.

you felt your phone vibrate as Jinny spoke up, talking about how Bart and Connor shared one brain cell outside of the field. looking down to see who was ringing you, you saw that it was your god forsaken boyfriend for the 100th time.

"oooo, who is that?" Bart asked, looking over to your phone. he read the wall of text you had received but you quickly shut your phone off, not bothering to read it, "you gonna answer that?" he asked, a small bit of jealousy bubbling up inside him.

"don't really feel like it," you quickly said, trying to remain off that topic. Bart, clearly annoyed, snatched your phone and put it in his pocket, "than let's forget about him, right?" he asked, putting on his annoyed fake smile.

Tim and Jinny saw the very irritated face Bart had and looked to each other as they shook their heads, "those two I swear," Jinny huffed out in annoyance. "more like ( your name )," he replied, "Bart could admit his feelings to her face and she still wouldn't do anything about that horrid boyfriend of hers."

the two of them stifled giggles from each other as they watched the two of you continue to flirt openly. it was no secret to anyone on the team. it was very clear to everyone on the YJ team, the Titans, even the JLA knew that the two of you liked each other....a lot but it was that stupid boyfriend of yours that got in the way of Bart ever truly expressing his feelings for you.

"what is everyone's plans after this?" you asked the team as they all murmured different answers, indicating that they were all busy. you sighed, trying not go straight up at the moment because you knew that you'd have to deal with your boyfriends calls when you got there, "I'll stay out with ya!" Bart replied as he saw the empty park bench.

you gave him a grin, "thanks Allen. you're a life saver," you exclaimed, waving everyone off goodbye. you walked to the bench, Bart following right behind you as Bart felt your phone ringing again.

there had been a scarce few times where you did call Bart with your boyfriend problems. it was usually late at night. probably inching near three in the morning when you called him sobbing, asking him if you deserved to go through the bullshit you were dealing with your boyfriend.

Bart always felt himself getting angry whenever he received those calls. you sounded so heartbroken, tired, and emotional. he was always there to help pick you back up but not even a few days later, you were back with him, telling Bart that your boyfriend needed you now more than ever.

"he's still angry that you're hanging out with me? do you want me to hurt him?" he asked, finally taking your phone out of your pocket. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "Bart no. he thinks that my 'job' is taking too much time away from him and I being together. I swear, it's like hearing a broken record. one minute, he's mad and wants to break up and the next second, he's at my door asking for forgiveness," you explained, frustrated.

Bart squeezed your hand, tapping his fingers on top yours, "you know what you need to do," he replied, giving you a serious look. you stared at him, biting your lip, "it's hard, Bart. he's going through a lot and I'll feel guilty if I just leave him," you whispered taking his hand and holding it.

"you literally fight villains for a living and you're scared of that? you know you deserve more," Bart said, "and I've seen the way you look at other girls who decide to flirt with me," he joked, trying to break the tension. "shut up, it's not even like that," you lied, making Bart even laugh more. "but seriously, you know it's not secret that I like you." you sighed, not knowing what to say as you put your head on his shoulder.

the silence wasn't exactly awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. there had been multiple times when Bart had told you his true feelings for you and every time he did, you responded with a hum or a 'okay Bart'.

it wasn't that you didn't accept his true feelings. it was far from that. you actually did like the speedster but you knew Bart could do a lot better. you knew Bart deserved someone who actually deserved him and that person wasn't you. you weren't as cute or funny as he was. he deserved someone like Cassie. smart, funny, and cute.

+

the YJ tower was completely empty aside from you and Bart. everyone was out doing their own thing. Tim and Connor were at their respective homes. Jinny and Amethyst were out doing god knows what meanwhile Keli and Cassie had gone to the movies to watch a film they both had been dying to see so that just left you and Bart in the lair to do as you pleased.

"Bart, hand me the remote," you said lazily. he handed it to you as you turned it off, getting up and stretching yourself out. Bart stared at you confused, "why'd you turn it off? I was watching that!" he exclaimed. you threw the remote across the couch and getting him up, "lets do something productive and make dinner or something," you replied enthusiastically.

Bart rolled his eyes but got up nonetheless. he followed you to the kitchen as you played music through the speakers that were built on the wall. "what're you making?" he asked, seeing you take out things that made no sense.

you looked over your options and realized you could make some kind of stew or a soup of some kind. "beef and gravy stew! we have enough things to make enough for the team and seconds for the both of us," you said, getting the things from the cupboards and having Bart start to chop every thing up.

you knew Bart was dumb but that didn't mean he wasn't a kick ass cook. there had been multiple times where he had made everyone dinner or dinner even for the two of you and it always turned out amazing. you dumped every thing that Bart had chopped up and proud it into the pot before grabbing a few things from the fridge and making the gravy that had to poured in. it didn't take long but the two of you had to wait until the pot boiled up in order for it to be ready.

the song 'telepatia' by Kali Uchis played over the speakers as you finally turned over to Bart and smiled, "we just need for it to boil and it'll be ready!" you exclaimed. he nodded as you started singing the song out loud. not particularly towards him but a warm feeling in his gut made him get butterflies as you continued.

"you know I'm just a flight away, if you want it, you can take a private plane."

you looked up to Bart, wanting to give him another smile but he quickly got rid of any questioning thoughts and went in for a kiss. you were taken back in surprise. this was the first time Bart had ever put his feelings forward and actually gave you a kiss.

his kisses were soft. they weren't rushed which was ironic considering all Bart was, was being fast and always on the move. you had placed your hands on his thighs as you made the kiss even deeper. it took you a few seconds to register what you were doing when alarms rang off in your head. you had a boyfriend and by continuing to kiss Bart, you were technically cheating on him.

"Bart no, I can't," you murmured, pushing yourself off of him. he gave you a defeated look, understanding where you coming from, "I'm sorry," you replied, going back to the food and trying to forget that you even made the move to reciprocate the kiss. in the back of your mind though, knew it that kiss meant that you had fell for Bart and hard.

+

"I have to head home, it's getting late and we patrol tomorrow night so I think it's best we head back," you whispered knowing you'd have to deal with your stingy boyfriend when you got home. Bart gave your hand one more squeeze before getting up, "see you later," Bart murmured, getting the inkling feeling that he'd probably receive a phone call tonight from you.

you nodded, making your way towards your apartment. you had a fuck ton of messages from your boyfriend and over ten missed calls by the time you sat comfortably in your couch. you finally dialed him back, instantly getting a bunch of curse words thrown at you for not picking up.

it felt like hours when the two of you finally stopped arguing with each other. it ended with you in tears and your voice hoarse as you had finally grown the nerve to break up with him. you knew for your mental health that it was time to do it and truthfully, your feelings for Bart were growing more and more every time you saw him. there was no point in continuing the relationship if you were no longer having feelings for him and although you felt guilty by doing it, you ripped it off like a band aid.

you grabbed your phone and clicked on Bart's number. Bart on the other hand shifted in his bed, seeing your contact light up his phone. he groggily picked it up, "hey," he said in that sleepy tone of his. you hiccuped, trying to control your tears, "can you come over?" you whispered, the crack of thunder scaring you shitless, "I really need someone right now."

Bart sighed, telling you to give him a minute before hanging up. Bart had no idea how many more of these late night sleepovers he had left in him. he sped over to your place, grabbing the secret key from the back of the broken piece of wood that was attached to your door frame. he opened it, seeing you sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and your hiccups still overcoming your body.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you stared at him, tears instantly rushing down your face, "I deserve to be happy right?" he nodded almost immediately, "than why do I feel so shitty because I broke up with him?" you asked.

Bart stared at you, not believing what he was hearing. you had finally broken up with that shitty boyfriend and he was the first person you contacted.

"because that's what manipulative people do ( your name )," he whispered, "they make you feel like shit for things that you didn't even do. you're perfect and he didn't deserve you or anyone like you. especially you though," he joked, bracing you even harder for a hug. he knew it would be wrong to try and make a move but gave you a kiss on the top of your head and whispered nothing but supportive things into your ear as you tried to calm yourself down.

the rain happening outside and Bart's words were lulling you to sleep as Bart hadn't even realized that you were passing out on his side. it wasn't until you hadn't moved that Bart realized you were not longer awake. he grabbed your body, lifting you up bridal style before making his way to your room.

he placed you down on your bed with every intention of just letting you sleep and him heading home but you grabbed onto his body, sleepily saying that he was going to stay here. you hadn't even said it as a question but more as a statement. he didn't argue with it; however, and he had thankfully came over in his pajamas as he scooted you over a bit and crawled in.

you smiled softly, hugging him instantly and passing out once again. Bart placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering into your ear, "you'll be mine one day, didn't I tell you that?" he murmured before trying to fall back asleep.

[ptolemveamoved]

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 ... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 ?

everyone deserves a fresh start — especially the residents of hawkins, indiana . some are beginning to question if the town is cursed but an unlucky few know the truth about the seemingly - quaint town . after being plagued by tragedy and defeating the mind flayer , everyone is hoping that their suffering has come to an end ... but living in hawkins is never that easy . despite the current lull , they can only wonder if the chaos is finally over or if what’s to come could be worse than what they’ve conquered in the past . 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲.

a canon - divergent and head - canon enthused stranger things roleplay taking place after the events of season three , leading into the events of season four . all muns and muses must be 20+ , canon and original muses are permitted , standard rules of etiquette apply . mutuals and/or those who liked the previous interest post will be given preference . 

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

standard rules apply . we’re adults and we know the basics  !

( 1 ) no ooc drama , no godmodding , no ship chasing , no bubble roleplaying .  keep negativity / rants in the chat minimal . i am here for you if something is wrong but please be mature about your complaints and concerns . if you cause ooc drama , you’ll be removed with NO WARNING .

( 2 ) mature themes are likely going to be present in this verse so be mindful before applying . please censor triggering material and mark channels as nsfw , if necessary . muns, muses and faceclaims must be 20+ . ideally for the younger group , they’re between the ages of twenty and twenty - one with the older group being twenty - two or twenty - three . 

( 3 ) as stated in the interest post , i do want to keep this on the small and intimate side but i don’t have a mun cap in mind . you’re allowed to play three muses . due to the lack of diversity within the show , i highly encourage thinking outside the box with fcs for the younger group since their faceclaims can’t be used and being as diverse as possible when bringing in original characters . at least ONE of your muses MUST be gender - diverse or a person of color .

( 4 ) although real life always comes first , please don’t join if you are not able to adequately contribute to the group . this will be a collaborative space with no activity limit ... don’t take advantage of that . since this group is set in the 80s , one - liners and paras will be preferred . i will allow occasional text threads due to convenience ( we’ll use our imagination and pretend it’s a quick walkie talkie convo or something ) but face - to face - interactions should get precedence . 

taken list :

mike wheeler portayed by eli hewson , written by lari .

will byers portrayed by froy gutierrez , written by j . 

eleven / jane hopper ,portrayed by auli'i cravalho ,  written by ivy .

dustin henderson portrayed by dylan arnold , written by ron . 

nancy wheeler portrayed by natalia dyer , written by candice .

suzie portrayed by maris racal , written by holly .

lucas sinclair portrayed by algee smith , written by barbie .

max mayfield portrayed by bianca finch , written by lex .

steve harrington portrayed by joe keery , written by drew .

eddie munson portrayed by joe quinn , written by jamie .

robin buckley portrayed by maya hawke , written by jamie .

sawyer whitaker portrayed by sarah catherine hook , written by ron .

vivian “vee” amarin portrayed by fah yongwaree , written by jules .

kelly ward portrayed by willow allen , written by jules .

fleur mendoza portrayed by pasabist , written by drew .

angelica “angie” molina portrayed by zion moreno , written by j .

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. - please send your app through my submit !

( fc , gender, pronouns ) is that first last standing in line at scoops ahoy ? they’re a age in letters year old that can be described as positive and negative . i think they’re currently working as a/n occupation and their friends would describe them as 2-3 aesthetics . written by alias, pronouns, age, url.

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Yandere hunter Nine,Hank, and maaabey that fbi agent who I forget his name ( that sniper dude )

With a get reader who try to get away from them from their obsession

Hunter Hank x werewolf reader

Hank is one of the oldest hunters in his guild and with age comes experience

And with that experience comes the higher priority cases, such as a werewolf causing havoc in small villages in the country side

Entire herds of live stock killed in one night

So the townsfolk chipped in what little coin they had to hire a hunter and here he was

Hiding under the cover of trees he waits

It's nearly six am by the time you arrive and you are hungry

Wasting no time you start to tear the throats out of every sheep in the field

In your blood lust you completely miss the scent of the hunter as he lines the sites of his rifle up to your chest and fires

You react to the sound of the hammer and turn at the last moment causing the silver bullet to go through your calf

Howling in pain the wolf hybrid bolts into the woods and Hank is on your trail

The sun starts to peak over the horizon and Hank knows he'll lose you if you make it back to the village before then so he picks up his pace

He lines up his rifle again and fires again, another howl rips from you as you are sent crashing to the ground

By the time Hank stands over you the transformation has already begun, your bones crack and snap painfully as the hair covering your body falls off in patches and your sharp teeth and claws dull and receded

Hank takes advantage of your incapacitated state and reloads his gun, taking aim and waiting for your true form to be revealed

Once the transformation is complete Hank notices the silver chains burning your wrists and the tears in your eyes as you look over your shoulder at him

He expected you to use your innocent looks to catch him off guard, but instead you lower yourself down and beg for him to end you

Through sobs you explain about your curse and how you tried everything to stop yourself when the full moon came but nothing worked and you were too cowardly to take your own life

Without thought Hank throws his cloak over you and when you question his actions the butt of his gun meets the back of your head sending you to the ground

Hank would get no money out of this hunt, but he may have just gotten something better

Hunter Cyrus x vampire reader

Cyrus had been hunting you for years, he ran into you shortly after you had been turned and trying to control your hunger on alley rats

He tried to end you then but out of dumb luck you had managed to escape him

Since then it had been a game of cat and mouse, you did everything in your power to stay under the radar, fed on the drunks at night, never killing and never staying in one place for long

But he always managed to find you, track you down at the worst possible moments only to taunt you with silver and crosses

You couldn't be sure of it but you suspected the dark haired man did this for more of a personal reason than a professional

The hunger in his eyes when he looked at you rivaled that of any other vampire you had met

Eventually you had been able to evade the man for years, taking an apprenticeship under a much older and wiser vampire and you lived in comfort and happiness for the first time in your newly damned life

One evening your master sent you out to pick up some books he had reserved when the scent hit you like a ton of bricks

The hunter was near, quickly you pulled your hood up and made your way back home, your master would just have to understand

Fear sat in your stomach the whole way as the smell of your predator never left, at some points even growing stronger before it faded slightly

Vampires flying was just a myth but at the rate you were running you may have as well been doing so

When you finally come crashing into your master's home you expected some comfort to be had in his presence, he was nearly four times your age and perhaps one of the oldest vampires in existence

But instead of that comfort there was panic, the hunter's smell was the strongest here and your master was nowhere in site

Fighting the thoughts telling you to flee you search out your companion wanting for him to be alright

But once you reach your shared room all hope flees you as you are greeted to the bloody mess that was once your friend

Tears overflow your eyes as you feel a presence behind you and before you can even raise your hand a silver chain is wrapped around your throat

Your skin burns and bubbles where the metal meets your flesh and you are powerless to stop the man from pushing you into a wall

You feel him press his nose into your hair and inhale as he presses his lower half into your body

He has you now, and he is never letting go of his little mouse

Hunter Allen x fae reader

It was uncommon for a hunter to be commissioned to hunt a fae, but Allen wasn't complaining

The coin was good and by all means it should be easier than any other hunt he's done

Supposedly this fae had been a bit more mischievous than the average, placing fairy rings in front of doors, taking down entire stone fences only to stack them into a tower and even at one point all the hens in the village started quacking like ducks

While Allen found it entertaining he couldn't turn down the easy money

You were easy enough to lure out, he left some crystals, silver and gold chains and moonstones in a sea shell under the moonlight and once midnight hit you were there, fluttering about the new found shiny objects

You seemed completely unconcerned about how these mystery items came to be as you started to form the chains and stones into a mask shift crown

When you go to admire your new accessories in the nearby pond Allen ambushes you by throwing salt at your feet

While you are distracted by the salt he lassos your with an iron rope and pulls you to your knees

Immediately Allen is struck by your otherworldly beauty, your silky smooth hair that falls in all the right places, your pointed ears that twitch cutely whenever the rope shift on your body

He'd heard tales that the mischievous fae were all ugly green monsters with shark teeth and sickly yellow eyes that stared into your soul

In his distraction he misses the shock on your face change into determination, you ram your head into his stomach and take advantage of his breathlessness and throw yourself into the pond next to you

Still doubled over Allen watches as the dark waters turn bright and then dark again, your form disappearing in the process

After righting himself Allen makes a decision, townsfolk be damned, he was gonna have you all to himself

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Feel free to ignore this. But I love your writing and was wondering if you could do the stalking headcanons you done but with the 2p allies?

How could I ignore such a request? After all, yandere is a fun aspect of horror to write, stalking is just one step in the process. Also thank you for the compliment and the ask. I love seeing them.

Sorry, I put it as an original post, but it was an ask. I fixed it!!

The buzzing sound of old electrical wires was the only sound on the empty street. It gave the young woman some comfort while she stood underneath the old streetlamp. Though that small bit of comfort was not enough to stop the paranoia that came from the feeling of being watched.

France – François’ chéri would be watched constantly in some shape or form. He would prefer to use cameras. Things like street cameras, security cameras, and the like would all be hacked by one of his men. From there François would have them all connected to his phone via a special app called Darling Watch. If there were spots along his chéri’s route that didn’t have a camera, then François will have his men install some.

This does extend to the home of his little chéri. As much as François doesn’t like to work, he would do the cameras himself. He knows her best and would know the proper places to put the cameras. Places she wouldn’t expect or think to look. From there he would install them in every room. Each one is well-hidden and yet gives a full view of her home.

François would occasionally view her in person. Unlike Denmark with his few times a month, François would find a place in her routine where he could watch her fully once a week. If she had a customer service-like job, then he would be the customer asking for her. A college student, then he would watch her as she studied in the library. So on and so forth.

Overall, his chéri would pick up on the fact she was being watched. That action is not the easiest to hide and may drive her to the point of tearing her apartment apart. Throughout all the madness, she would never guess François. The man that appeared in her life once a week. The man that occasionally stared at her or gave her a couple of words at work. The truth could be enough to send her into shock.

America – Allen is a pushy and possessive person, and it shows in his stalking. He stays close to his doll and watches for as long as he can. He spends his time out of sight but close enough to take photos and intervene on her behalf.

Until he feels that it is the right time to talk to her that is. At that moment Allen will saunter into her life. His overall timing and attitude would remind anyone of a villain from a greaser movie. The tough attitude but that rough charm that could make anyone weak in the knees is how he cements his place in her life. From there, his stalking becomes a lot easier and more fruitful.

He gets pictures and some of her most personal information straight from her mouth. Things like why her favorites are favorites. All the items with sentimental values and what extra things will be needed in their new home. The list could go on and Allen will catalog it all with a smile. Though at the same time, Allen will still watch her from a distance. Following her home after hanging out, making sure no creeps are around her house. He sometimes even watches his doll through her bedroom window. He just leans against his motorcycle and lets his thoughts wander.

Doll is gonna end up right where Allen wants her. She will assume he chases the monsters away, but in the end, she invited the worst monster into her home. Once reality sets in though, her feelings of betrayal would be intense. His doll may try to cast him out, but it won’t be for long. He will still watch and wait for the right time to bring her home.

Canada – Matt’s methods remind one of a zoologist. Continual observations, detailed notes, all while remaining in the corner of her eye. It's terrifying and somehow Matt is able to find out all he needs to know.

Matt is a true lurker. He is hiding just out of her periphery; the shadows help hide his massive form. His high-end camera letting off small clicks as he takes plenty of photos. Each one worthy of being on the front cover of a National Geographic magazine. The photos are printed on high-end glossy paper and then placed into an album.

Each picture is labeled and contains notes about his maple. The range from things about her likes, dislikes, medical needs, and more. He even has a book dedicated to her enemies, each one taken down is crossed out in red.

Through the process, Matt's zoologist behavior continues by entering her home, like an animal's den. Though he is helpful while looking through. he does this by helping them get a promotion at work via intimidation, getting any medications, buying her groceries, and placing them in their proper place, improving/fixing things in her home. He also takes out anyone that so much as bumps into her.

The improvements and groceries at first would be brushed off. But as time goes on and the incessant clicking of a camera will start to drive her into madness. Each click is enough to make her panic and all the improvements cause an uncomfortable itch under her skin. It will all end when Matt finally brings her home.

England – Oliver is very subtle when it comes to his dearie. Mostly because he has her come and interact with him. Then during the in-between times watches her.

This all starts simple enough, he makes sure that she has to visit him. It could be that her job has her deliver some paperwork to him and it must be in person. Maybe, a college student looking for a part-time job and suddenly finds a new cupcake shop looking for workers. Either way, Oliver will find some way to get her to him. From there he builds up the relationship.

It feels creepy at first. Oliver asks some deep questions, things that one would expect from a date rather than a boss or work partner. It gets uncomfortable, but Oliver is able to change the atmosphere with a simple sentence. It causes his dearie to think that she was overacting. It eventually gets to the point it makes her want to quit, but as she searches for something new, roadblocks pop up.

Things like businesses going under, people dying, and other horrible misfortunes. All the while not realizing Oliver’s sweet little flying bunnies had a hand in causing it. They are his eyes and ears, telling them the information that he could not pry from her lips. Sometimes they are his little thieves and take things from her home for him to alter.

All these elements lead to self-isolating behavior. As much as it pains Oliver to have her distant, it helps in the end. Though he was suspected in the beginning, she never had proof or some kind of connection. So, when he reveals himself, she is pissed. Screams and accusations are thrown and he just giggles.

China – Jin uses others to stalk his Qin. It's simple to him because he knows that unless love is involved, anyone will sell out another.

There are many people that buy from Jin. The types range from all walks and this gives him an advantage. Jin makes it simple, watch his Qin and report back to him. As long as his new employee doesn’t cross any lines, then a huge discount is applied to whichever of his products that they desire.

From there, information and pictures are gathered quickly. Eventually, these aren’t enough for Jin, so he goes and sees her in person. During these times, Jin will sit right in her line of sight. Maybe even a quick bump to interact with her. He lives for these times, though throughout it all Jin is still hiring people to find more information about her.

His darling is less likely to feel paranoid overall because it isn’t a single person just staring. It's people from all walks of life and sometimes attached to her life that the information is coming from. This creates a bubble of safety that he can exploit.

Once the bubble is popped, Qin will cry and panic. She will have realized that she should have been more cautious, but it’s too late now.

Russia – Viktor will operate in a very ordered way. His stalking is always connected to his preparations for their new life together.

When he starts Viktor takes watching his родная seriously, he uses his men at first to make her more comfortable. They are to watch from a distance and report her daily schedule back to him. Once the schedule is set, then Viktor comes to do things in person.

He walks into her home, like it's his, and looks for the most personal things. Diaries are read, medications are written down, preferences of food and clothing are noted. Viktor will analyze the deeper behaviors of his родная. This will help him understand her relationships, and what he needs to fulfill her emotional needs.

Throughout it all, Viktor will visit her occasionally. His visits are usually in a professional setting. It creates a sense of expectation for both and helps take the suspicion off him. This also helps Viktor to understand which situations his родная is most comfortable in. This will help when it comes to kidnapping later on.

Overall the moment Viktor has all the information he needs from the stalking, he strikes. It's shocking, because she was taken at a moment when no one would have guessed. This man that родная has had few encounters with is now standing across from her. He is claiming his love, and she is doing her best to hold it all together.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere England 2P x Reader

When you show up in 2p town, with your friends of course everyone is skeptical

Of course they are, a bunch of attractive people show up in their world that have uncanny knowledge about everything

On top of that all of you are able to avoid their obvious ploys for easy kills

Like when you have built a reputation for yourself a popular sweets critic and you just refuse to go to a certain shop

Typically the solution would be to just kill you 

But you and your troop were tight, keeping in groups and staying armed 

Even if he got the whole family (François,Allen, Matt) it’d be a struggle

You are a force to be reckoned with even by yourself

One time on the suggestion of Flying Chocolate Bunny he confronted you on your daily walk of your pet (W/a)

He made some passive aggressive conversation about why you haven’t come to review his shop while chocolate bunny tries to scan you avoiding your defensive pet

Everything is going to plan until you random stop talking to grab the probing pixie 

“Next time you want to know something about me I’d rather you ask instead of using your familiar.”

That interaction was only the first step to his obsession

You believed in magic, something he rarely found in the 2p world

Since then there was a new air of respect for you

As a rival

From there everything you did he would make into a competition 

You’ve decided to cosplay your favorite character

Well he can cosplay the villain ten times better

You’ve got into baking recently? 

bet he can bake this strudel even faster

While fighting to beat you under the idea that you were his rival he forgets how obsessed he becomes with you

He’ll call it ‘scoping out the territory’ when he gets caught 

Or going so far as to purposely let you win competitions when he sees you doubting yourself

The revelation for this was hard to accept: 

“You’ve got it bad, man.”

“What do you mean?” 

He was in the process of fixing one of your sweaters he’d borrowed from you during an ice skating competition. François was lounging on the couch of the living room where Oliver had set up shop. 

“You actually love them, don’t you?”

“Of course not, that's preposterous!”

He internally cringed; he sounded just like his 1p. But the sentiment of the accusation was the same:he wasn’t in love, right? It wasn’t unheard of for him to complete favors for Matt or cooking vegan for Allen so perhaps that's all this was. He just happened to be more friendly with his rival. This was fine. As long as he and you were rival-friends, to him it was perfect. 

“Hey Ollie! Your rival’s got a boyfriend!”

_____________________

He had to see it. You walking hand-in-hand with some bloke who looked too out of place to even be a known 2p. You were laughing and clinging onto this guy even as Oliver popped out to return your sweater. 

“I bet you haven’t had the guts to mend a borrowed sweater, huh!”

“Oh hi, Oliver. Rue this is Oliver. Oliver, my boyfriend Rue.”

He hated the way you said that name. Rue. Puckering your lips and rolling that ‘r’when you say that name. It was appalling. Even worse, an offensive hand was sticking out to him.

“Competitive McGee Oliver? Nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

He promptly ignored the man for returning the sweater to you. Oliver stepped closedeep in your personal bubble wrapping his arms around you tying the sweater around your neck; finishing his quick knot his fingers would linger near the open skin around it. He’d back up before your boyfriend made movements to push him away. You’d be in shock at this behavior; never before had you seen his manners slip so terribly before. You’d reassure Rue of his actions as being only a small temper tantrum nothing more nothing less. But the pit in your stomach said otherwise.

_______________________

Oliver could only count the few times he had seen a rat in his shop and this one seemed disheveled to remember him. Slightly drunk and moping in Oliver’s bakery was Rue. Intoxicated the man misses how the one who comes to comfort is none other than the man who he had declared himself enemy #1 of his life. 

“My-my (girlfriend/boyfriend), (Y/n), s-said I was too-too”

“Too. What?”

“–it's not even my fault! It’s this pink guy they're so worried about anyway. I mean they just want me to do more but how can I do more when he’s always in the way–”

That was all he needed to hear.

“What if I helped you out. Smooth things over with them.”

“You would do that?” 

“Of course they like sweets don’t they? Why don’t you start there.”

“B-but I can’t even boil waterrrrrr–” 

Oliver knew that. The man started crying, again. 

“But I can and if you were to take one of my cupcakes home and re-gift it as yours.”

“O-ok.”

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“Here babe, I-I had a friend help me make this to apologize about my problem.”

“Awww that’s so sweet! And it looks great!”

“Let’s go watch that show you wanted to watch.”

“But you don’t have one,hun” You pouted your lips as you woefully looked at your cupcake.

“No worries babe, I brought my own.”

Oliver wasn’t exactly pleased to watch this lowlife attach itself to you and sell his work off as its own. But he couldn’t deny that he was excited how happy you looked eating his cupcake. Eating. A. Part. Of. Him. And if that wasn’t the cherry-on-top the extra cupcake that was on the house was filled with a wonderful amount of arsenic.

What better way to keep his rival completely undistracted from him?! 

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest. 

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically. 

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

 After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat,  “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

[ragingbookdragon]

If You Ever Want To Be In Love, I'll Come Around

Barry Allen x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Based off this ask here! I hope you enjoy!

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Living in Central City, he expected a lot:

Being held up at the bank because Snart decided to rob it? Check.

Having a car window blown out because the Flash sped by? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster and fight crime along side him? Check.

Still though, he never expected to see Barry’s bright and bubbly face at seven A.M. on a Saturday morning when he’d just rolled out of bed, not bothering to pull on a shirt or a pair of sweats, merely hobbling to the door as he tried to avoid bumping into things with his bruised side.

He pulled open the door, blinking blearily at the man who was beaming back at him, hands placed on the shoulders of a young boy who came up to their middles.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Barry greeted. “I know it’s early.”

“Really?” (Y/N) muttered, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “What gave it away? The sun peeking in through the windows?” he lowered his hand, blinking hard once more. “Mornin’ Wally.”

The kid smiled and waved. “Good morning, Mister (Y/N).”

“Why’d you bring me Kid Flash?” he asked, looking at Barry and the scientist sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I forgot I had a conference in Coast City and Iris asked me to watch Wally today.” He smiled apologetically. “I’d take Wally, but it’s a work thing and it wouldn’t be professional to bring him in with me.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I got it.” His gaze drifted to the boy. “You like video games?”

Wally’s head tipped up and down rapidly. “I love ‘em.”

“Got a new PlayStation system in the den.” He tipped his head. “Help yourself.”

The kid was gone, whizzing by in a flash and Barry smiled, wide and toothy. “Thank you, (Y/N). I know this is last minute and you’d want to enjoy your Saturday but—”

(Y/N) reached out, resting a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help you out.”

“Yeah?” Barry questioned and he nodded.

“Always.” They gazed at each other for a moment, and (Y/N) felt his heart stutter in his chest at the closeness. “But knowing you, you’re going to be late, so I’d get a move on.”

The Speedster looked to his watch and his eyes widened; he turned, hurrying down the hall. “I’ll make it up to you, (Y/N)! Thanks again!”

“Be safe!” he called back, closing the apartment door; turning around, he saw Wally stretched out on the couch, a controller in his hands, a bag of chips open, along with a two-liter soda cracked. “This is gonna be a long day,” he muttered, wandering back to his bedroom to shower and dress.

***

He held an easy pace beside the young teen, but he could tell the kid was itching to run a mile a second. Wally did that thing that Barry did when the anticipation was running in his veins; he’d start buzzing, until he seemed like he was going to phase out.

“You good, Wally?” he asked, and the boy looked up, nodding his head.

“Yeah. Just…going slower than usual.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Sorry I can’t run as fast as you guys. I’ve only got super soldier legs.”

Wally laughed. “You are faster than most humans, Mist—uh, (Y/N).” he’d told the kid after four times of hearing, ‘Mister (Y/N)’ to just call him ‘(Y/N)’. “Barry says you might be faster than Batman.”

“Bruce is pretty fast,” he acknowledged. “Though that’s because he’s been conditioned to run that fast.” (Y/N) glanced over. “Speaking of Batman…how’s that crush of yours going?”

The kid’s face turned red, and his eyes shot to the ground. “Uh…it’s good…we’re gonna hang out on Friday.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s the son, isn’t it? Dick?”

“Yeah…we met a few years ago.” Wally had a bashful smile on his face. “I like him a lot.”

“I think you two are gonna be great together. You’ve got that bond that most people don’t before they get together.”

Wally blinked curiously. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) met his gaze. “You two are best friends. Folks who get together after being friends for years on end are usually better off than those who aren’t.” he nudged Wally in the side. “I think in a few more years, the lot of us will be watching your taillights as you head to your honeymoon.”

“(Y/N)!” Wally blurted out, cheeks turning crimson, though his smile only grew.

“I’m teasing, kid. But really, I think you and Dick are gonna be great.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Wally looked away, his smile falling and (Y/N) caught it. “What’s up, kid?”

“You don’t…you don’t think it’s weird because we’re both boys?”

He blinked, not expecting that conversation to come up, but he recovered, shaking his head. “No matter what you identify as Wallace, whether gay or bisexual, it’s not weird or shameful.” (Y/N) came to a stop and placed his hand on the kid’s head. “You’re perfect the way you are and who you love is your business alone. And if people don’t respect that, then they’re not worth your time or concern. Okay?”

Wally’s eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and he suddenly lurched forward, wrapping his arms around the super soldier’s waist; (Y/N) smiled heartfully, wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulders, patting his back. “You’re okay, kid. All of this is completely normal. You’re not weird or anything deviant because of this.”

The boy sniffed harshly. “Thanks (Y/N).”

He squeezed Wally’s shoulders. “Alright kid, let’s keep running, yeah?”

As they fell into another easy pace, the boy murmured, “You and Barry are best friends.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, I’m not Hal, but yeah, I think I’m one of Barry’s best friends.”

“Do you like Barry?”

He choked on his spit, skidding to a halt as he coughed harshly, hands on his knees. “What?”

Wally merely blinked. “Do you like Barry? Like I like Dick?”

(Y/N) felt flustered, which didn’t happen easily, and his mouth opened and closed, but all that came out was a croaking sound. “It’s complicated, kid.”

“How so?”

He sighed. “I don’t think Barry’s into guys, Wally. And besides, he’s with Iris. It’d be wrong to say something.”

Wally gazed at him. “Barry didn’t tell you then.”

“Tell me what?”

“He and Auntie Iris broke up a few months ago.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“Barry said they were at different points in their lives, and it didn’t seem right to keep a relationship going when they weren’t at the same spot.” He waved. “Or something like that. There was a lot of big words and metaphorical shit.”

“Hey!” (Y/N) shouted. “No cursing.”

Wally stuck his tongue out, then started running again, leaving him to follow. “But yeah, they broke up.”

“Why hasn’t Barry told me?” the question was more to himself than Wally, but he took it as if it were to him.

“I think Barry likes you, but he’s not sure how to approach it.”

(Y/N)’s lips pulled downwards. “Has he said anything that gives it away?”

Wally shook his head. “Not really, but any time I’m around you guys, he’s always watching you with that dorky smile on his face…like just the sight of you makes him happy to be alive.”

His cheeks felt hot, and he tried to remember every moment of being around Barry. “I feel like a fool.”

“He does talk about you a lot. How you impress him by always being a good man. Having good morals despite all your hardships.” Wally looked unimpressed. “It’s kinda gross how sappy he is.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Alright, kid. Rein it in. You talk about Dick like that.”

Now it was Wally’s turn to flush with embarrassment. “I do not!”

“Do too,” he shot back, before shoving the kid in the side and sprinting as fast as he could. “Last one to the end of the trail has to buy ice-cream!”

“Hey! No fair! You cheated!”

“What are you talking about! You literally have super-speed!”

***

By the time Barry made it back to (Y/N)’s apartment, it was a quarter to two; he opened the door for the Speedster, pressing a finger to his lips. “I just got the kid to go to sleep.”

Barry smiled. “Where is he?”

“I let him have my bed.” He topped his head to the living room. “I set up on the couch for the night.”

“That was nice of you,” he murmured, following (Y/N) into the den. “How’d it go today?”

He laughed quietly. “I’ve discovered the one difference between the two of you is that Wally’s mouth doesn’t move as fast, and I can actually understand what he’s saying. But damned if you two don’t talk fast.” (Y/N) grinned at Barry. “We played video games and went for a run to burn off all the junk food we ate. I think we had some good fun.”

Barry smiled, taking a seat on the sheeted sofa, (Y/N) beside him; their thighs brushed together. “I’m glad you two had fun today. I really appreciate you doing this.” He started to pull out his wallet. “I picked up a hundred for you.”

He shoved the wallet away. “Gimme a break, Barry. I did this for you. Not so you could pay me.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like the kid, so it’s free anyway.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He nodded, resting his head back, mulling over his thoughts, and Barry knew it. “Is something wrong?”

“Wally and I talked about a couple things today…one’s easy to tell you but the other…not so much.”

“I’m all ears,” Barry promised.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “You know Wally’s questioning himself, right?”

“About his sexuality? Yeah, I knew. Why?”

“He’s…concerned that it might be weird.” He hummed. “I think maybe someone at school or somewhere else might’ve said something homophobic and he’s not sure how to deal with it. But I told him what he’s feeling is normal and there’s nothing wrong with having a different sexuality other than heterosexual.”

“I—I didn’t know,” Barry murmured. “I knew he was questioning, but I didn’t know that…”

He seemed so hurt, so upset, so ashamed and (Y/N) didn’t look at him as he rested a hand on Barry’s thigh. “He’s probably just nervous about breaching the subject. He would’ve come to you in his own time, Barry. We know both know that—know how much he respects and trusts you to help him.”

Barry swallowed thickly, eyes concentrated on (Y/N)’s warm hand. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He patted the Speedster’s thigh before pulling away, resting his hands back in his lap. “What about the second thing?”

“What?” he said.

“You said you had another thing to talk about.” Barry seemed curious. “What is it?”

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, not wanting to look away from the white ceiling, but he willed himself to do so, meeting Barry’s bright blue eyes. “We’ve been friends for a long time, Barry. A few good years now.” He swallowed thickly, searching the man’s gaze for a moment, and admitted, “I…love you, Barry.”

The Speedster’s eyes went wide, jaw dropping in shock, but it didn’t stop him from speaking.

“Wally said you and Iris broke up a few months ago, but even before then, I’d never try to worm my way into anything, especially your personal relationships, so I kept quiet about my feelings, but…but if there’s any way you feel the same about me…I’d love to explore that with you.”

Barry’s cheeks were turning pink in the moonlight and (Y/N) took a leap of faith, turning slightly to rest a hand on his cheek, softly bringing their lips together. The Speedster melted into the kiss, his own hands coming up to cup the soldier’s cheeks. They were so warm under each other’s palms, giggling like two teens under the bleachers at a football game, coming back to each other after each gentle kiss.

They pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, both breathless with giddy smiles on their faces, small peals of laughter falling from their mouths and (Y/N) dumbly giggled, “Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”

Barry nodded, body starting to vibrate as it did when he was excited. “I’d like that a lot.” He thumbed (Y/N)’s lips, smiling as the super soldier’s eyes slipped shut, pressing his lips to the pad of Barry’s finger. “And (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”