#they did wally so dirty... BRING HIM BACK

[nearest-dearest]

Wally x reader "THEY TURNED ME DOWN (NOW LIVE MY NIGHTMARE)"

TW: HEAVY IMPLICATIONS OF CHILD NEGLECT

Inspired by the short film 'Opal' by Jack Stauber

Wally says this often, but today might be the most beautiful day he’s ever felt. How could it not be though? The sun is shining brightly bringing warmth to the neighbors with passing clouds to provide shelter to the neighbors when it gets too hot, complimented by the cooling spring breeze that passes by every so often. Indeed, this is another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Speaking of wonderful neighborhoods, Wally should probably check on you right now, after all, he did promise to teach you how to paint flowers with him today, and Wally would never dare break a promise to you. Wally took the fastest route to your house, though he would’ve liked it if you moved closer to the circle of neighborhood houses, but he also understands that you wanted your space from time to time, that’s just how you are and Wally finds it quite intriguing that you two felt the same way. Well, enough of that thought now, because Wally had just arrived at your front door.

Knock knock knock

“Neighbor? I’m here! Are you ready to start painting?” Wally left his art supplies back with Home, since you and him will be painting the flowers in Frank’s garden anyways, but he did bring you your own apron so you wouldn’t get paint all over your clothes, Wally is quite aware how beginners can get themselves stained with paint, and that’s great in Wally’s eyes, the sooner you make a mistake the sooner you can learn from them. Still, Wally wouldn’t want to get your clothes dirty, you make them yourself too and he wouldn’t want your hard work to get messy from this activity.

. . .

Silence.

Well, second time’s a charm.

“Neighbor? Are you there?” Wally knocks three times again. . .

Still no answer, and when he went to go for a third time. The door opened, with you peeking out of the small crack on the door.

Wally smiles when he sees you “Hi there neighbor.” But that smile dampens a little when he sees your frown and gray eyes.

“Why, darling are you okay?” Wally made it immediately known that he’s very very concerned, he never calls you by your pet name unless it’s an important circumstance, Wally wished he didn’t have to use it during a dire situation, but he wanted to offer you comfort. To let you know that he's there and everything's going to be okay.

"Oh, hey Wally. Sorry, I didn't manage to prepare in time for our painting lessons." Oh dear, even your voice sounded like it's drowning in rain.

Wally may have difficulty frowning, but he knows how to pull one off when he's really feeling down trotted. And right now, the corner of his lips went down to create a frown.

"Darling, is something bothering you?"

You gave a little laugh, but not because you found something funny "I guess I'm not really good at hiding this one huh? I suppose I ought to tell you. This day is coming whether I like it or not."

As if to show the full extent of your well-being. You finally stepped out of the house, leaving no door to block Wally from the full view of your face. And right away he could see tear stains painted down your cheeks. But before he could ask further about it, you produced a letter from your pocket. Then you proceeded to hand it over to Wally, and once you said who it's from it only made Wally more concerned for you.

"It's from my parents."

Wally looked up from the letter you gave to him. Your parents? You hardly ever talk about them, unlike Julie, who talks about her sisters endlessly. Any mention of your parents or any family members had you trying to change the topic with a hop, skip and a jump! Until everyone in the neighborhood understands that they'll never find out about your family. Until now that is, starting with telling Wally the truth. When Wally stayed silent, you took it as a chance to continue. You're going to do this whether you like it or not, right?

"I never really got along with them. My mother mostly spends her time in her room, drinking something that makes her dizzy. And my father looks at himself so much in the mirror that he barely notices when I'm there. And when he does notice, it's usually something about himself." You laughed your words off, but not because you find it funny and to be honest, Wally doesn't see any humor in it either.

"People turned them down, you know, now they lived their nightmares. . ." You repeated the sentiment your father would always say to describe himself and your mother. They just wanted to be seen by someone out there, wanted someone to take care of them. It just kills you inside that you couldn't be the daughter they needed in their time of needs. Instead of helping your parents, you ran away from them and hid in your room up in the attic. Hiding away from the knocking on your door. Until you finally had enough and chose to be a coward. Running away by escaping through your window and running as far away as possible. Anything to just get you away from that house and your parents. The people who had given you life.

. . . You really are a bad daughter.

You felt the wind knocked out of you when you felt someone tackle you wrapping their arms around you with a firm but gentle grip. Much akin to a loved one's hold to show their care and love. And when caught the familiar scent of apples, you knew that it could only be one person.

"Oh darling. . ." Wally gently said, never letting go of the hug. It's funny really, normally he'd have already gone limp, but he stood his ground instead and kept you in that hug "You're not a bad daughter, and your parents are to blame. Not you. It's not your fault that they are the way they are."

Then, tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You kept at bay for as long as you could, until it all came out in a choked sobs, you had said everything out loud and now Wally knows the disgusting truth about you and where you came from. 

"What do I do Wally? They're asking me to come back! But I don't want to go back! I want to stay here!" Your words came out wobbly and wet from tears and hiccups. Of course you knew it wasn't your fault that your parents are like that, but it's so damn hard when your parents make it sound like it's your problem too. And chide you and cry tears themselves until you accept that you were part of the problem. And for whatever reason, you believed them, because you had no one else to turn to for guidance in this thing called life.

"And you're not going back." Wally stated, pulling back a bit to land a small sweet peck to your forehead before pulling you back into the hug "You're staying here in the neighborhood, forever. . . Nothing will change that. I'll protect you, I promise okay darling?"

And as Wally's grip on the hug grew tighter but still very gentle, you find yourself believing in his words. Even if another part of you tells you to not be naive and vulnerable, the whole you would rather listen to Wally, the person who gave you what you had been searching for your whole life.

Wally repeated his promise again, sealing the deal one last time "I promise Darling. . . I will never let anything happen to you. . ."

And if Wally's face darkened at another glance at the letter from your parents, then that's for only him to know.

[obsessedftshit]

Young Justice S2 Ep20 Part 1

Guys, I would've openly cried when Kid Flash died but I was watching Young Justice on my phone in the living room and my whole fam was there so I didn't wanna them to see me crying over a cartoon but nooooo. Y did they just kill off Wally?! There was no need. I think either the voice actor didn't wanna play Wally anymore but they could've always brought another voice actor but then again it wouldn't be the same. This is my first theory. My second theory...I DON'T HAVE ONE! Y DID THEY KILL HIM OFF?! THERE WAS ACTUALLY NO REASON TO KILL HIM OFF! I'm actually so sad guys 😭.

Nah cause look how cute these two r and now Artemis is left all alone. They did both of them dirty. Killing off Wally and then leaving Artemis heart broken.

Ahhh but they're so cute. Now we're never gonna get to see them together again 😭.

Also, when Artemis was speaking through the comms but Wally interrupted her by kissing her. I loved that scene. It's so adorable cute and I loved how their kissing noises were going through the comms and whoever was on the comms was like "Hello...hello..." I love Wally for that.

No cause urghhhhh. Flash literally told Bart to run slower so Wally could catch up but Bart AND Barry didn't slow down and then he was being disintegrated. Nah cause even Blue Beetle's scarab told him that Wally will disappear and he just stood there dumbfounded like "wdym?" LIKE WDYM "WDYM?"! GO SAVE HIM. BUT NO HE JUST STOOD THEIR WAITING.

I HAD TEARS WELLING UP. THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE HIS DEATH LOOK SO PAINFUL. I MEAN IT WASN'T BUT IT WAS TO ME! Nah but guys, they should bring him back cause he only disintegrated. U know how in marvel Ant Man how Hope's mom disappeared cause she turned so small and was stuck in this dimension but no one knew, maybe Wally is also just lost somewhere. Maybe his particles r just scattered somewhere and need to be found so they could bring them together to make Wally again. It's literally like in TMNT 2003 S7 where Master Splinter got blasted by smth and he disappeared but Donnie found out that his particles were scattered and that he could find them and then join them together to make Master Splinter whole again. THEY NEED TO DO THAT WITH WALLY.

She's so heartbroken 💔. I don't blame her. She lost her boyfriend. Her love for this superhero business. Although, she doesn't blame his death on the whole superhero thing, I would've if I was her. I wanted her to start shouting at Barry and Bart for letting him die and all but they didn't do that cause she's better than that BUT STILL.

Stop. I can't watch this scene even through these gifs cause it's breaking my heart 😭.

Side note, y is she so goddamn beautiful when she cries?! Nah cause if I was Wally, I'd defo make her cry so I can see her beautiful crying face. How can she not look bad crying?! I'm jealous. At least now I can officially have her since her man is no more 🥲.

Gifs made by me

[cheshire-shuntaro]

We were thinking of writing something together for a while and then @kuinaoflight stumbled upon this wonderful post by @doliminuz which inspired this RP. Hope you enjoy it, my love!

If the lord of the hells himself visited Chishiya this morning and inquired as to his reasoning behind agreeing to drink with Kuina, with the previous knowledge of her head being incredibly sturdy when it came to ethanol comsumption, Chishiya would first, ask him to lower his voice as his head is about to explode, and secondly not have an answer for him. Shuntaro's eyelids slowly lifted, reluctently letting in the midday sun (was it midday already?) shine right into his brown-hazel eyes, he grunted and hissed through his teeth, becoming aware that his mouth felt more parched than a San Marzano tomato left to dry in the south-Italian heat. Slowly, his mind became aware of the slight breeze on his chest and bare feet, he patted his chest to find naked skin, and looked through half-opened eyelids towards his legs to find bare, dirty feet. The last piece of this rather unfortunate morning's puzzle was the cowboy hat laying nearby and a couple of colorful party streamers he took out of his blonde hair one by one when he had pulled himself up with a strained grunt into a sitting position. Chishiya narrowed his eyebrows and quickly took a breath in through his nose... gasoline? One step at a time, the thought bounced around Shuntaro's head as he leaned his back on the nearby wall, but this sudden movement provoked something violent in his stomach, his eyes shoot open and he was barely able to twist to the side and heave out the contents of it. A pool of thick, yellow liquid begun making its way out of the roof and through the slight gap in the railing. Chishiya massaged his temples in disbelief at his own audacity do stoop so low, and scootched as far away as it was possible from the mess he had made, then he took a deep breath in and tried to recall what took place before this fateful morning.

The snippets of memories from the previous night were like the "Where's Wally?" pictures, with every passing minute he was awake he discovered a new detail about it that was not there before. Apparentely, the evening begun with one of the executives proclaiming it was their birthday (no matter that they didn't keep track of the passing time, they just needed a reason to get drunk), it might have been Aguni or An, someone whose name began with the letter "A." As always when such ideas occured, Shuntaro paid it no mind, and mentioned it to Kuina in passing, his tone apathetic as if he was dictating a grocery list to his friend, and of course she caught on and begged him for solid 20 minutes (this time he resisted longer than usually, which he considered a win) to go to the party with her. He yielded after she promised they would stay for a mere hour and then return to the security room to polish up the last details of his next grand scheme. But clearly that's not how the story went. The last thing he remembered before waking up on the roof this dreadful morning was that him and Kuina walked to the pool at about 8PM and her bringing two margaritas to "pre-game" as she put it, then it is all a blur. Where did the cowboy hat come from? Where, oh where did he lost his hoodie? But most importantly, where was his precious taser?

Somehow he managed to pull himself on his own two feet and wander down the two flight of stairs, stumbling and zig-zagging, holding onto the railing for his dear life. When walking through the winding corridors of the complex he passed by a service cart, grabbing a bottle of water from it and gulping it until his throat stopped reminiscing a dried-out gulf. That was the moment he heard the familiar voice coming from behind, what was unusual though was that it sounded way friendlier than usual.

"Chishiya, you cowpoke!" Niragi shouted, slapping the bare back of the shorter man with a loud clap, which resulted in him grunting in pain and the cowboy hat slightly tipping forwards. "Never thought I would say that, but, good job yesterday, your balance is really impressive!" He added, passing him and whistling to himself, the assault rifle propped against his shoulders.

"Thank you?" Chishiya's said, fixing his black cowboy hat, his voice came strained and cracked, like the surface of a dried-out mud puddle. That resulted in Niragi laughing, turning his back and stopping in the middle of the corridor for a second. "Don't tell him I told you that but I think that Aguni has never stood a chance." Niragi said, tilting his head. "For that hangover you should get some scrambled eggs with a healthy amount of butter, if you hurry there might still be some left in the canteen for you." He said turning around again, and disappearing around the corner.

Aguni? Impressive balance? Just what was he doing yesterday? He grabbed another two bottles of water shoving them into the pockets of his beach shorts and his feet led him straight to Kuina's room. There was a good chance that she could tell him what took place last night in details, and what made him end up in the state that he ended up in. When he got to Kuina's room he didn't bother to announce himself, they had an unspoken agreement about not knocking, so he entered the room and with a deep sigh he closed the door behind him. "So, mind telling me what in the 9 circles of hell happened last night?And where is my taser?" Chishiya said, crossing the hands on his bare chest.

@kuinaoflight

[omnidemidisaster]

Kuki x Wally fluff

Can any of you tell that I love this ship. Before the events of Flower and very VERY heavily implied crushes and slight obsession ( nothing too bad, just like very surface level stuff ). Oh yea, brief and implied Nigel x Abigail because 1x5 is a cuter ship imo then 2x5

"Hood Swap"

"Really? You want to swap our hoods?" Wally crossed his arms looking at the taller girl. "Yea! I'd think it'd be fun!" Wally wasn't opposed to swapping their hoods, he did want to wear Kuki's sweatshirt so badly. But he didn't want that to come out.

"Its just clothes!" Kuki crossed her arms, mocking his stance. "Exactly. Why can't we swap then?" Wally tried to find a reason, but his mind went blank. "Fine...let's swap. On one condition. If you get my hoodie dirty or ripped, I'm taking it back" Kuki smiled. "Deal!"

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Kuki walked out her room, orange instead of green on her torso. She looked at herself and smiled. "Its a little form fitting, but it feels super comfy!" Wally looked up at her, fighting to blush at her adorablness. "You look comfy too!" Kuki remarked, pointing at Wally in her sweatshirt. "Y-Yea it comfortable I guess..." He stuttered a little.

Just then, Nigel walked by. "What in the..." Wally instinctively looked away while Kuki looked at Nigel with joy. "We are swapping our clothes for the day!" Nigel just tilted his head in confusion. "Uh..alright? Me and Numbuh 5 are gonna grab some lunch and bring it back, you both want anything?"

"Oh you know what we like!"

"And I know what Wally likes" Wally snapped up to look over, seeing a smug Abigail looking right at him. "You comfy in that?" She teased. Wally just began stuttering. Nigel snickered at this lovely little scene. "Well, We'll be back. Numbuh 2 isn't gonna be here at all so you both will have a lil bit of free time~"

Wally covered his insanely red face. "Wait why is Numbuh 2 not going to be here?" Kuki asked. "Numbuh 2 got sick. Heard he's puking everywhere" Kuki cringed at the thought.

"Well, let's go pick up food and we'll be back" Nigel said, starting to head out. "Have fun!~" Abigail shouted before she left.

Kuki tapped on Wally's head, making him look up at her. "You okay?" She asked. Wally nodded, still looking away in embarrassment. "You sure? If you want we can change back-"

"No."

Kuki looked a little surprised. She thought he was just embarrassed of giving in for something minor. "Its not the clothing it's the issue" He said. "Oh.." Silence followed. Now they didn't know what to do. "Uh...you wanna watch tv?" Wally asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Sure!"

As the two watched TV, Wally's flusteredness died down, now just focusing on the giant screen and less on the swap. Suddenly, Kuki got up. "I'll be right back, it'll just be a second!" She left the room, leaving Wally by himself. He thought she was going to the bathroom or something.

Well usual trips to the bathroom aren't 10 minutes long. He became curious and looked around for Kuki. He didn't think she would of left-left. He checked each room, finally making it to his room. He opened the door to see Kuki laying on his bed, holding something in her hands.

He tried looking over her, but couldn't tell what she was holding. "I'm so glad we did the swap!" Kuki said to the Rainbow Monkey toy in her arms. "His hoodie is so comfortable and it smells just like him!" Wally covered his mouth, in fear of making any noise. His cheeks went pink, but he kept listening. "He looks so cute in my sweatshirt, he should wear it more often!"

Cute? Him? Never. She was the one all cute! "Oh, its been a while...Hold on Mr Happy Rainbow Monkey, I'm gonna put you back and go to the couch, hes probably thinking I left the tree house or something" Wally quickly ran back to the couch and pretended he didn't eavesdrop on her little conversation.

"Hey Wally! Sorry I kept ya waiting" Kuki greeted him with a smile on her face. "O-Oh its no problem." She sat next to Wally and pulled him in for a hug. Wally tried not to blush as he was pulled in. He started to get relaxed again, soon sinking into Kuki's arms. God he was happy he agreed to the swap.

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"Hey uh, Kuki?" Kuki turned around, her hair being flung out of her face like a curtain on a windy day. "Yes, Numbuh 4?" Wally scratched the back of his neck. "Y-You can keep the hoodie if you want, I have another one" He said. "Oh! Okay! You can keep that one too" Wally internally celebrated, but just kept his goofy flustered look on.

* Bonus! *

"We should do that one day too" Nigel said to Abigail as they stood in line waiting for their food. "If you can pull off just an extra large shirt, Numbuh 5 will agree" Nigel thought about it. "Well, I suppose I could try. Never wore just a shirt before though" He did imagine it was quite comfortable, much more than wearing pants in his opinion. "Well, I'll do it!"

"Cool, if you wanna do that, we'll do that. But just so you know, Numbuh 5 ain't shaving my head bald"

"HEY"

[sarahsamok]

Sarah Sanderson is based on Sarah from Hocus Pocus. She is a 38 year old/temporarily immortal witch, Until Sunrise owner, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the powers of siren singing, electrokinesis, potion brewing, and spell casting. Sarah is portrayed by Annabelle Wallis.

death mention tw

being the youngest sanderson and the most beautiful sanderson in her opinion, came with its ups and downs. mostly ups, and she is very grateful for that, but the downs were not so fun. like the constant yelling from winnie or the smacks to the head when she did something wrong, which in some people's eyes were a lot, but other than that she pretty much did whatever she wanted.

still, when her sisters called to her, she dropped everything to get to them. her sisters are her favorite people, her number ones. she would do anything they asked of her without a complaint. though she does wish winnie could be a bit nicer about things.

she learned at a young age that she could pretty much get people who were not her sisters to do whatever she wanted as long as she batted her long eyelashes and swayed her hips the right way. oh, how the boys used to fall at her feet! and that was before the witchcraft!

the witchcraft was an added bonus in sarah's eyes. each sister had their own special gift and hers was her siren song. sing a spell, lure the children, stay young forever! it was such a good plan. of course, it didn't turn out too great in the end and made a lot of people upset, but they were just jealous that her and her sisters were so beautiful and strong.

dying was such an uncomfortable experience, but clearly they were doing something right if they came back! sarah took this new chance of life to live it up the best she could. honestly, she knew her sisters were pretty worried about not remembering why they were alive and all that serious stuff but sarah could honestly care less. she is a business woman now! she couldn't even dream of doing something like that back in salem!

it just made sense to sarah to start a business doing exactly what they used to do but in a way that didn't make the townspeople hate them! and she was giving back the youth or something, so that had to count, right? she is good at what she does and her charm and her magic get her far. she embraced her life in evermore with open arms and it has been kind to her and her sisters. what more could she desire?

well...she had a few additional desires. like a few guys to mess around with. she remembers her cages and what fun she had locking boys in her cages...which she now knows is something she cannot just do whenever she wants to! that doesn't mean she hasn't found herself one. but it is unused. a sad, but factual thing.

she has had quite a few lovers in the past, but her favorite had always been billy butcherson. for some reason, people thought that he was winnie's boyfriend, but that just was not the case. he was hers and she might have even loved him once, but he is dead and she is not. so that is that. plus winnie would totally kill her if she tried bringing him back or something of that nature.

she has a deep love for spiders. they are her favorite little creatures. favorite snacks too! but she tries to not eat them in front of others. she has learned the hard way that people do not seem to like that.

she keeps a lucky rat tail in her pocket at all times. it is her favorite charm. it has never done her dirty. she was a little heartbroken when she realized she was going to have to enchant a new one since her old one didn't follow her to death, but she makes due.

sarah is not a good secret keeper. she blurts things out all the time without meaning and she can make her sisters pretty mad by doing that. she is working on it! but sometimes she simply forgets a secret is a secret in the first place.

sarah isn't really scared of much beyond winnie. she normally takes delight in the things that go bump in the night. they make her want to bump along with them! the only real fear she has is the fear of rejection. she can't handle rejection. rejection tends to make her...do awfully wicked things in retaliation. also never call her ugly! that brings out her mean side fast!

siren song aside, she does really love singing in general! she has to be careful with it since her magic can easily send the mass the wrong way...but she is hardly ever careful with anything she does!

she does not understand modern slang. at all. she uses it wrong every single time she tries to incorporate it.

sarah at her core just craves affection and attention. she doesn't always want it to be lustful or romantic, but it is what she knows best so it is what she gravitates to. sometimes she just wants to be told she is doing a good job or that she matters.

[finwalker]

MEET FINN WALKER

Name: Finn Walker

Nickname: Wally

Birth Date: June 27, 1986

Age: 35

Zodiac: Cancer

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Host of the Late Night Show/Owner of the Wave

Living Situation: 4 bedroom/2 bath house in Old Bridgeport

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: Broken bones, Cancer, Teen Sex

PAST

Finn Abraham Walker was born on a rainy day in London to mom, Pam, a primary school teacher, and father William, an architect. If you asked his parents, they would describe him as a rambunctious child, trying to stand and walk well before he was supposed to and always managing to get himself into places he shouldn’t have been. Finn loved to play outside and get dirty and would oftentimes throw fits when he had to go inside.

When Finn was nearly four, his father got offered a huge commission to move to the U.S. and work for one of the biggest architectural firms in the country, he couldn’t refuse so after getting their affairs in order, they moved to Bridgeport. Finn was still too young to understand and his parents knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to settle in.

They moved into the Old Bridgeport neighborhood, and his father, being the busy worker that he was, decided to tear down the old house they had purchased and start fresh from the ground up. Finn didn’t mind helping his dad but would rather be climbing trees or digging holes than handing his dad nails. As Finn got older, and started school, his parents began to take note of how often their son had friends over, friends that he could play soccer with, or baseball, and they decided to channel that into letting him play sports.

It didn’t take long for him to get noticed and soon, coaches were asking him to join their teams and hopefully bring them out of the losing streaks they seemed to be in. Finn was happy to help and soon found himself on both the soccer and baseball teams. He quickly became a favorite among the coaches, not that he knew of course, he was just having fun doing what he loved with people he loved.

Finn wasn’t the typical jock, he could easily manage both his school work and his obligations to the teams he played for. As a result of this, his social life took a bit of a backseat to all that he had to do to maintain the pressures of playing high school sports. After all, he didn’t want to live on dad’s money, he wanted to make his own way in the world.

When he met Samantha for the first time, it was like they had known one another their entire lives, even though he was only 8. She was a much needed distraction from the demands of sports and he found himself liking the idea of having her around. They soon became inseparable, spending all the time he didn’t have practice or a game, with her. He had had no notion of what a crush was or felt like, all he knew was that he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. They helped each other study, determined to beat the other and be the best student in the school.

As they grew up however and the more time they spent together, he felt something shift in him and those feelings of friendship soon turned to more. He had to watch as she dated other people, all of them losers, in his opinion, and he was always there to lend a shoulder when they would break up. He always assumed his feelings of anger towards the people who hurt her was just because she was his best friend but he knew that wasn’t the case. He loved her and none of those boys she dated would ever be good enough for her.

He hid his feelings of course, not wanting to ruin their friendship, and for a while, things were back to normal until the day she showed up at his house, eyes puffy and red from crying. Her latest boyfriend had broken up with her a few days before the big dance and she was devastated. They had agreed to go together because that was what single people did. It was at the dance, after watching her ex attempt to reconcile that Finn knew he had to say something. So, after pulling her away, he led her to the dance floor and after several flubs and long sighs, he confessed to her how he felt.

To no one’s surprise, they started dating soon after. After one particular date, the pair decided they wanted to take their relationship to the next level and they ended up having sex. It was full of love and passion and brought the pair closer together. But a month later, to everyone’s surprise, she and her entire family moved and told no one where they were going. Finn was heartbroken. Not only had he lost his the woman he loved but also his best friend. The one person he could talk to about stuff other than sports and academics. He tried to reach out to her in any way he knew how but there was nothing. Rumors flew but no one knew the real reason for her disappearance.

Graduation came and went and as soon as he was able, Finn took his athletic scholarship and moved back to London to attend college. He was only into his first year when he was presented with an opportunity to play professionally with one of the best teams in the country and of course, Finn accepted the offer. The best part was that he didn’t have to move. It seemed like things were finally falling into place for him. He already had a guaranteed spot on the team but to be fair to everyone else, decided to try out anyway. He was outmaneuvering everyone, really showing to them why he got the position, when he took a hard hit to his ankle from a teammate. He fell to the ground, grabbing his ankle in pain. He thought it might have just been bruised or sprained but looking at the x-rays, seeing the bone in several pieces, he knew it was over. His chance of playing professionally was over.  

He fell into a depression, stopped caring about anything and his grades started to slip. He was on academic probation and at risk of being kicked out of school. He left his education behind and started working odd jobs just to pay the bills.

It wasn’t until he ran into an old teammate that his life started to get back on track. He worked at a local radio station as the night show host and he was looking for a cohost. Finn reluctantly took the job but soon found himself enjoying it immensely. After working there for six months, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He re-enrolled in college and got his degree in Communication.

After graduation, he was hired by the same radio station where he got his start as the new night show host. He worked there for 12 amazing years before getting a call that would force him back home.

PRESENT

Finn moved back to Bridgeport after his found out that his father was sick. They had found something during a routine exam that was concerning and after weeks of not knowing, it confirmed his father’s cancer diagnosis. His mother told him it wasn’t necessary for him to come back because his father was still healthy but Finn doesn’t want to take any chances and miss out on opportunities to spend time with his dad so while conflicted, he decided to move home.

He has found a nice house in Old Bridgeport and has been there now for two months. When he heard about the Wave, Bridgeport’s Radio Station, being up for sale, he figured it was fate. He put in an offer and has just found out that it was approved.

Despite all the good things that had happened in his life, there were still unanswered questions that he needed answered but after all these years with no communication, he doubted if they would ever be answered. He is trying to put the past behind him and move on completely and for the most part, he has achieved that but the past doesn’t always stay in the past. 

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

Feeling like doing something a little bit different, so I used my less used strikers for 10k Master Mode this week.

...With an exception of Hau. I was going to use Elesa or Clemont, but I realized that not only have I not gridded them, but they're also at level 135...for some reason. Maybe because I ran out of Codex the other day. So, Hau handled the stage again. SST Red is just there to set terrains and debuff, turns out his DPS and Hau's combined with SC Lillie's 6*EX buff is enough to clear the stage.

Okay, for real this time, OG Karen! I...honestly rarely use Karen, because Sidney and Masked Royal arrived rather early into my team. I only used her when I had to do Johto weekly battles before Silver's grid got expanded (remember when Johto used to be so in dire need of reliable strikers other than Karen? Good times). Proc-ing Dirty Fighting and Foul Fighting meant that I had to bring a dedicated status setter, so BP Erika then. And SC Jasmine topped off Karen's buffing. The result...wasn't so bad. I didn't sync at all with Jasmine, and in retrospect maybe I should've let Jasmine take a second sync, but I'm not certain if Karen's Dark Pulse would get the KO, that's why I didn't do that. I wonder how much her Dark Pulse would have done, though...

It's been a while since I used DPS Sycamore, and with SS Wally providing zone, rebuff, and sync nuke, it's now easier than ever. It's fun. DPS Sycamore was my go-to fairy striker for a long time, anyway. I'm hoping that the Kalos Villain Arc rumor is true, for grid expansion and EX for the Kalosian professor and the backbone of F2P players!

Prior to the addition of Sinnoh Elite Four into general pool, OG Caitlin was among the last 5 general unit that I got (the other four are Hala, Ethan, Phoebe, and OG Jasmine in that order). I got her before I got Hala. Of course, by that point, I already have Giovanni, Bianca, and even 3/5 Lear, so I favorited her to read the dialogues but never used her. Now, I finally got up from my slack and finally used her. I decided to go for DPS Caitlin after seeing her grid, helped by DPS Bianca and SS Brendan. Her damage wasn't so bad, she's still good, just very slow, so a speed support is needed.

Burgh having a sun-centric build is very fitting for Leavanny, and I do like Leavanny (I just wish they didn't have too much type disadvantage), so now let's try that! I remembered Burgh is not bad but his multipliers were hard to set up (Charging Sun 5, Solar Flare 5, Smarty-Pants). He did have double On a Roll on his grid, but that was still slow. Luckily, SS Morty and Lucian now exist, and ready to assist Burgh! I have tested this team against Azelf a while back, and it worked very well, and this time it worked well too! 22k sync nuke was pretty respectable. Now that Burgh's setup wasn't so difficult, I should use him more.

[nighttmr]

I’ll Be The Villain So They Can Be Heroes Ch. 15 Deleted/Alt. Ending Scene

Original: Ch. 15 - Cass (pt. 4)

Luckily, Alfred was willing to watch Damian for the afternoon so Dick can spend some one on one time with Cass. Jason and Tim were in the BatCave with the Titans. Donna was sparring with Jason, Kori acting as spotter. Tim was off making gadgets with Roy, Wally supervising them and making sure to be ready to pull Tim from the line of fire if anything explodes.

Wally trusts Roy. But he still wasn’t taking that chance. Their leader will literally kill them if anything happens to his kids. So it was better to be safe than sorry. Wally didn’t feel like dying today.

Having said that though, he was looking forward to spending more time with Tim and Jason and getting to know his best friend’s children better.

Because let’s face it, despite what Dick says and how the adoption papers listed Wayne, Tim and Jason were Dick’s kids too.

.

Dick held Cass’ small hand in his as they walked down the streets. He led her to one of his larger safehouses with a wide and tall room. Technically, he originally outfitted the place with a trapeze set but he took some of the larger equipment down. He wanted nothing in the way for what he was going to show Cass. He did leave the mats on the floor though.

Cass was looking around curiously. She wore a simple black t-shirt and leggings. Dick was dressed in a similar manner. He laid the duffel bag on the ground before motioning to Cass to join him on the mats.

He gently pulled her sit next to him and turned his phone on, immediately playing a video of a ballet dance.

Cass was captivated from the very first second. There were no words spoken —that needed to be spoken. Every thing that needed to be said was through body language.

She watched the girl moving on the screen intently. She didn’t know how long it has been since the video started but she was absorbed in watching the girl make her own language, her own story using only her body.

It was beautiful.

All too soon the video ended and the girl stopped moving.

Cass frowned. She looked up at Dick. She wanted to watch more of this.

“Do you like it?” He spoke slowly as he signed. He wanted to ease Cass into understanding spoken language.

“Like lots.” She signed back. “Want.”

She pointed at the phone. Dick suppressed the urge to coo at how adorable she was and obliged. He started playing more videos for her to watch.

And his heart melted at how intently she was staring at his phone, her fingers twitching, wanting to move in the same way.

Well, Dick was more than happy to grant her wish.

He will never deny his siblings anything. He made a note to bring Cass to a dance studio. She can even make civilian friends there. Of course, after he carefully vetted and did surveillance to make sure no one can hurt his little angel.

“Do you want to do it?” He asked after half an hour passed.

She blinked before glancing down at the phone and looking back at him. Excitement clear in her eyes and body. She pointed to herself. “I do that?”

“Yes.” He nodded with a bright smile. “I’ll teach you.”

Dick started up his playlist of instrumental music as background noise before putting his phone down.

He had Cass stretch first and her eyes grew wide at how he bent his body and twist his limbs with ease.

He paused to sign as he spoke. “I’ll teach you this too.”

Just wait until he teaches her to fly like a Grayson. It was one of his fondest memories to teach his siblings like how Dya and Dat once taught him.

“Grayson is a filthy dirty liar and no one can change my mind.” Jason dropped down on the bench with a heavy thud, towel laying on his shoulders, before downing a water bottle.

He was trying to learn a new gymnastics move from Dick and unfortunately, his dumb ass believed Tall, Bright, and Optimism when he said the move was easy and he’ll get it down in no sweat.

“You almost got it, Little Wing.” Dick encouraged from where he was helping Tim with his form. “You’re doing much better than Bruce at least.”

“That’s not much of a compliment.” Tim pointed out as he let Dick fixed his limbs. “Bruce sucks ass at this. It’s like being proud of doing better than shit.”

“Shut up, Timberlina.”

“Yeah Timmy, be nice.” Steph said very seriously with a straight face (no, that was not a twinkle of mischief in her eyes). “You know Jason’s got a delicate ego.”

“Wow. I see how it is.” Jason shot them dirty looks but alas, they weren’t phased by it. Where did his street cred go? “Guess I won’t be helping someone with their English essay after all.”

Steph’s eyes went wide. “Wait! I didn’t mean it. You’re awesome and amazing and an English literature god. I need to get a good grade on this. I’ll even give you one of my Alfred cookies.”

Dick was taken out of the memory when Cass laid a hand on his cheek, no longer doing her stretch.

“Gone?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was confusing for her to put in words how Dick seemed to be there one moment and not there the next.

He smiled reassuringly at her. “I’m fine now.”

He was more than fine. He has a chance to make happy memories again. What more could he ever want in life?

This was the original ending I had planned to end Cass' part with but I decided that him having a talk with Shiva was better and it also set up Dick finally dealing with Ra's.

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 171b: Monday June 20, 2022 - “Tigers at Fenway”

Miggy and El Mago brought their team to Boston for game 2 of our back-to-back Fenway visit - the night cap to our trip.  It was a hit parade on a beautiful evening. The last time I was here, Miggy hit a big game winner - one of his now 503 homers and it was a big memorable one for me, as I also put the baseball park tour onto the Bucket List Boneyard that day.  And now I am back here sharing this place with my Dad and my Son (my wife and mom are here too!) and this is one of those very few parks where its about the place as much as it is about the game and thats one of the more romantic things about this sport.  That romance for me started young when I collected baseball cards of old Tigers and old Red Sox like Frank Tanana and Dwight Evans, Doyle Alexander and Jim Rice, Lou Whittaker and Roger Clemens.  Both these teams were pretty good back in 1986 when my collection started, and now 36 years later looking back on the nostalgic foresight of my Dad to put me to sleep with the Tigers on the sleep timer of my clock radio, listening to Ernie Harwell and now it was a great pleasure to help bring him here with the hope that someday he can tell William with pride about we brought him here for his first two games to make sure it was historic and memorable.  And it was.  Someday, I’ll do what my Dad did - laying him down to sleep with baseball on the radio and help support his fascination with baseball cards and pass down this game to him.

Before the game we found ourselves down that 3rd base line hoping for a signature as the Tigers two big rookies Riley Greene (very recently called up) and Spencer Torkelson warmed up.  Soon several other players joined them to see the pregame festivities that included Manny Ramirez throwing out the first pitch to David Ortiz - it was obvious that Miguel Cabrera came out specifically to see that.  We did not get Wm’s baby shoe signed but we gave it good effort and saw a spectacular Star Spangled Banner before heading to our seats.  Dad and I enjoyed some really great seats in the old wooden section behind home plate but man it was cramped so after 4 innings there and seeing Miggy bat twice (unfortunately like Pujols the day before, Miggy would go 0fer today), we went to explore the stadium and connect with the fam sitting over on the 3rd base side.   Of course, we found that Wm, who loved the popcorn, had been a big hit with everyone else in his section.  He sure is hard not to love!   We even stopped in pre-game and said Hi to the usher that let him on the field the day before and he smiled big for her.   We strolled literally around the whole park together even making our way up to the Green Monster for peek.   We’d settle into some really nice seats up high behind homeplate where Dad and I’s knees could also enjoy the game and we’d stay there all the way through the top of the 9th, and the playing of that Dirty Water song as Wally waived the flag for another Red Sox win.   It was another great evening at the Ballpark.

If William grows up a Red Sox fan, it will be in his subconscious how great a baseball Father’s Day he had for his first two major league games. Trains, games, and Sweet Caroline. Friendly ushers, friendly mascots and Tessie on the radio. Nursing and Naps in the fifth inning and seeing the sweet game under a sunsetty orange and pink sky and over a place called Green Monster. For Love of The Game (and that Dirty Water) with family, loving a great story, talking fantasy baseball stats, cheering for a pitcher or a hitter or a rookie who just got the call up, or the old Hall of Famers counting down their last games, and going to see the statues of the greats that came before - it’s all that in the lyrics of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” and if he ends up a Red Sox fan, that will be fine by me as long as he loves it as much as I love bringing him to it.

Song: Vicente Fernández - El rey

Quote: They'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again." ~Terence Mann, Field of Dreams

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: Solidarity fr. 🫡 Yup lolll (like the people who want Stu back alive). And you knowww he could get pretty...forceful, if you feel me. 👀 The thing that kills me is that she was. supposed to + be the primary target in the would-be 5 until ~those~ producers got in the way even though that would've made 5 one of THE best installments cause you just DON'T get plots like that often. 😫 Ah, do continue @ don't like Hughie (but huh, okay @ too physical). Yuppp, you get it. If all 3 killers are not BRINGING IT, one needed. to be cut & he was that very one (they reallyyy dropped the ball on not seeing the potential in ~bisexual Chad~ & that's all I have to say on that!) Melissa r e a l l y sells crazy so well that it pains me Sam has not had a truly. Formidable killer to go up against yet. Cause she's out here stabbing THE fuck out of people & they're all in the ~try hard to be Billy & Stu Olympics~ djdsk. 🔪 🔪 🔪 (yeah, I know, it wouldn't fix everything, it would just be a start lolll) I feel like that describes a lot of your affinity for slashers (railing you), the danger 🫣 That's the thing, the Halloweens were all indie until 6 with Dimension so they had not excuse in 4/5 to not just do what 1/2's mask did dhdjdla. Yupppp. Literally Sam Mindy Anika Tara AND Chad's big tall ass. Had two. killers attacked in that second, okay, yes, I'd understand hustling outta there. But we know for a fact it was Ethan in that scene & we knowww they could've overpowered that twink, like come on now. 💀 (oop, yup, we fully twinned with our thought process there lollllll)

Hope you enjoy 🤭 Up against a wall fucking is veryyy underappreciated. I know it's impractical unless you have the strength to pull it off, but it just has that something to it 🫠

And you knowwww he'd be talking dirty as hell to you from your reaction to him spitting. 🫣 Yupppp, he'd be stroking you fast cause he. has to be the one to make you cum.

Oh do not get me s t a r t e d on Wanda. She was another one of my favs & even if I liked seeing her go wild in MOM, that movie did e v e r y body involved dirty, especially coming on the heels of Wandavision. It's soooo wild to me how nothing Bruce + Clint are now when (issues with Whedon notwithstanding), the very 1st Avengers movie ate sooo much at nailing. each & every character. And we'll have to keep holding out hope that will persist for Bucky cause whewww at some of the shit the MCU has been getting up to lately...😬 Oh you are speaking my language cause I fr can not s t a n d Tony + the bias the movies had in favor of him akdhdhd. Nothing against RDJ cause literal perfect casting, but Steve was quite literally always. the one speaking facts & had to deal with Tony constantly going on his little passive aggressive billionaire power trips thinking he knew better. Oh, I'll bet. 👅 Maybe I will @ look it up 👀, but yeah, that doesn't surprise me cause I've seen a lot of favorable responses to him. I just never got around to watching the series. 🙈 I feel that's a pretty apt description of her. 👍

Which seems like an exhausting existence to lead.

(I'm sure any & all dishes could benefit from his extra special ingredient 🥴) Yuppp. I had read the script before watching the movie so I knew what was coming but the. scene was still sooo hard to watch but that's why you have contingency plans 🙌 As sweet as his cu-🤫

It's crazy and I'm so happy they didn't entertain Stu returning. Oh I feel you... I love when they get forceful and controlling>> Dom!Roman is happily making me see the vision clearly (and not walk straight.) And yesss I hate that they meddled with it so much and stopped it from ever happening. It's a rare thing to have the villain win and then be the victim in the next movie, pretty inventive. Idk, now that I think about it... Hughie issss🫣 honestly all of the boys on The Boys are (Jensen bias again sksidhds). EXACTLY AND CHAD AND MINDY COULD'VE been gay/bi twinsssss omg. I feel like each killer has contributed to her growth, but its a shame we won't see the killer for her to face in 7... I'm happy Melissa left (and Jenna too, and the director) but that means we'll never get closure unfortunately. Exactly!!! They should have been able to capture the magic (and hot take, the 4 mask is so bad I almost love it. something weirdly nice about it. h20 was the worst for me, I think being able to see the eyes was the worst part of an otherwise decent mask tbh. Also before I go any further John >>> Allison just saying.) And so true. Chad is plowing that twink ass straight out of the apartment. But also... knowing he was responsible for the ladder scene is so silly. Like he did that?? No wonder the twink was struggling to get Anika off... it was fruit on fruit crimes.

Spiderman is perfect for that>>> not to bring him up but ive always said he could make fucking on the ceiling work (you against the ceiling but also I see the appeal of being held by him while he's using sticky skin to stick to the ceiling) Okay, Spiderman tangent over and back to Wally. It's just those ghost possibilities making it plausible. (Bonus if it's against the lockers so y'all are making more noise)

Ugh dirty talk + spitting... say less😮‍💨 Love how he has to be the one making you feel good, no one else can (even if another guy is fucking you with him)

Literally! I don't care that her kills in it are weightless and cameo bait. IT WAS COOL!! I must be a sheep because I thought it was the best part of the movie. I don't really care that she's being driven by the dark hold either, I just wish we got some additional Wandavision/MOM scenes that showed her reasoning for wanting to wield the dark hold. Im praying the thunderbolts movie will be good, but with the reshoots and rewrites and delays... it had me worried. I know they're doing it to "better" the movie but that has yet to be seen. RDJ made Tony kinda fine but I could not stand his character. I hate how Whedon painted him as "in the right" in the first Avengers. Honestly, my issues started with Iron Man 2 and every movie he was in until he died. Iron Man 1 is literally perfect, but it wasn't made with a sequel in mind, so they back tracked on his character in 2 and 3, then just lost focus entirely by the end. What happened to the guy learning how to use his resources for good? It's the worst in Civil War, when Tony openly disrespects Cap and Buck because he was too emotional (that movie also set up Mysterio for later and... yikes). I get that his parents died but it was years ago, and he knew that Bucky was being mind controlled during those events. He had zero free will and Tony knew that, and this movie also spawns the Sokovia Accords, which he doesn't make an effort to understand. He constantly flip flops about being more than who people think he is, but then uses the fact that "he's just a guy" to skate by unphased from the Accords. The Accords would have affected people with superpowers imbued into them, where their body and powers are one. Tony doesn't have to worry about that because his suits aren't him, no matter how much Infinity War tries to change that because of his "paranoia". And then there's his impact on Peter. Not only did he recruit a 14 year old to fight for government restrictions that would affect Peter, he also had him fighting in situations against people much more powerful than him. Then, when Peter was part of the blip, he replaced him with his daughter?? Like huh?? Im gonna cut it short there because I could go on forever about it. (If you can't tell, I'm veryyy passionate about Peter and his movies almost as much as Cap and Bucky. Plus, it's more reasons to hate Tony sjskdksj)

Totally, omg that reminds me of when I read a fic with a barista!Sam Winchester and he just... jacked off in the reader's coffee without even knowing them skdjdsj ... I should go reread that. Exactly! She outsmarted them all because she's that girl. it's as sweet as him!

[sinqueen69]

Incoming Photo [Fem!Dick/Wally]

Friends with Benefits is a lot easier when your friend is a Speedster and just as horny as you are.

@kinktober2023 Day 22 -Dirty Talk

Ao3 | Twitter | Ko-Fi | Curious Cat

Dixie was thankful she was as flexible as she was, she was bent over at her waist and had her hands locked together around the hollows of her knees. She was purposely putting herself on display for the camera on her phone, she held herself in this position for a few moments before she heard the camera on her phone shudder.

Dixie eased herself upright and stretched her arms above her head before grabbing her phone from where she had it placed on the top of her bookshelf. Dixie bit her lower lip as she inspected the photo, her bare pussy was on full display and was a touch shiny with her growing arousal. The plug in her ass drew her eyes, the blue on the gem at the end of the plug matched her eyes, she attached it to a message to Wally and started typing.

“Feeling horny and lonely,” Dixie sent the message before tossing her phone onto her bookshelf before she reclined on her bed while spreading her legs wide while beginning to gently rub at her damp pussy lips.

A gust of wind whirled around her room as a blur entered and Wally beamed down at Dick, his green eyes bright with brimming arousal.

“Damn Dixie, you’re such a slut sometimes,” Wally said in delight as he watched her fingers rub up and down her pussy.

“Whose the one who ran over here in less than a second because he wanted to get laid?” Dixie shot back, the banter familiar and easy between the two. Their friendship had evolved into this a few years ago, they both decided they were better off friends with benefits than in an actual relationship and with both having hectic lives, it was the best choice.

“Well, when you send a photo like that… What did you expect?” Wally chuckled before he moved again, this time grabbing Dixie and super-speeding them into the living room. Dixie groaned as she was bent over the glass table that served as her place to eat and to work when needed.

Dixie shivered at the cool touch of the glass and squirmed as the bent-over position had her breasts pressing hard against the glass, squishing them.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” Wally praised as he shoved a single finger into her cunt, he wasn’t lying she was quite wet now.

“You gonna do something about it?” Dixie attempted to push herself up onto her elbows before she gasped when Wally grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pushed her back down.

“I don’t think so, you’ve acted like a slut so that’s how I’m going to treat you,” Wally growled as he withdrew his finger from her pussy and landed a hard slap to her right ass cheek. Dixie squealed at the sudden sting making Wally grin sharply and bring his hand down on her left ass cheek.

“God you’re killing me,” Wally commented, his jeans down around his thighs already thanks to a blur of his hands. His cock was jutting up in arousal, the tip wet with pre-cum and it only took a rock of his hips to press the head into Dixie’s cunt.

“Fuck, fuck!” Dixie moaned as Wally grabbed her hip tightly and shoved his cock into her pussy without hesitation. She was wet enough that it was a smooth glide and they had just fucked the other night after a patrol, he had held her up against an alley wall and fucked her hard and Speedster fast.

“Fuck, you’re so easy!” Wally groaned as he gave shallow thrusts of his hips, enjoying the way she moaned and clenched around his cock greedily.

“Shit,” Dixie swore when Wally pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside of her and then slammed back into her until his balls slapped against her.

“It feels good yeah? Having a cock fucking your slutty cunt?” Wally chuckled, eyes trained on the way her pussy was spread wide around the girth of his erect cock and the way her pussy swallowed him down so eagerly.

Wally was also entranced by the brightness of the blue gemmed plug that was snug in her asshole, he nudged it with his thumb before turning his full attention to her pussy.

“So good! I love it!” Dixie moaned, not seeing the point in being coy, this was what she wanted since she woke up that morning.

“Damn right you do,” Wally grunted as he slapped her ass a few more times just for fun. Dixie writhed and squeezed around his cock at the sudden stings of pain, little gasps falling from her lips as her breasts were pressed hard against the glass surface.

“I wonder how many times I can get you to come on my cock today?” Wally mused aloud as he used his hold on Dixie’s dark hair and pulled. Dixie moaned, eyes rolling up as she was forced into an arch with her scalp stinging. Wally’s hand smoothed up her side and cupped her breast, squeezing the soft mound randomly as he continued to pound into her wet cunt, the angle different and allowing his cock to slip deeper into her.

“It’s always so easy to make you come,” Wally commented as he pinched her nipple sharply just to make her inhale sharply.

“Maybe because I know you well, or maybe…” Wally mused before Dixie let out a loud cry as she came, helpless to do anything less as Wally’s thick cock buried inside of her started to vibrate strongly and Wally’s hips blurred as he fucked into her at super speed.

“Or maybe because you’re an easy whore,” Wally grinned as he released his hand on her, letting her collapse on the glass table, crushing her breasts again as her legs trembled as her release gushed around his cock and soaked her inner thighs.

“Tch, you didn’t even get me excited enough to come before you came, that’s just rude.” Wally spanked her ass as he spoke, hand blurring until her pale ass cheeks were turned pink under his hand and until her mouth was hanging open and audibly gasping for air between whimpers.

“What are you going to do about it?” Dixie managed to gather her thoughts enough to speak, already knowing what Wally could get like when he was provoked after being denied an orgasm. Wally’s eyes narrowed, but he kept a smile on his lips before he used his speed again and changed his and Dixie’s position.

Dixie groaned as she was pressed to another glass surface, her cheeks heating up and her mouth dropping open as Wally pinned her to the large window in her living room that overlooked Bludhaven from its high perch.

“Oh fuck,” Dixie swallowed as Wally pinned her wrists to the window and hooked his chin onto her shoulder as he lazily rocked his wet erection against her ass.

“Now everyone will be able to see what a slut you are,” Wally let out a shuddering breath as he shifted his hips, his cock catching against the plug still lodged in her ass. Wally could have used his super speed, but he decided to go at normal speed as he gathered both her wrists into one hand, keeping her arms pinned to the window above her head. Wally used his now free hand to reach down and ever so slowly tug the small, bulbous plug out of her ass.

“Wally,” Dixie groaned lowly as her rim was forced to expand around the plug before it slipped out of her, clattering on the ground.

“Fuck, you are a slut, I love it,” Wally breathed out in excitement as he took his cock in hand and forced the swollen head into her twitching hole.

“Fuck!” Dixie’s head fell forward, thunking against the glass windowpane as her rim stretched and burned lightly while Wally’s cock spread her ass open wider and wider than the plug had.

“Yes, I always love fucking your ass, you’re so goddamn tight.” Wally panted as he sucked and bit at her shoulder as he lazily thrust his hips forward, inching his cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Wally held her upright as she started to shake under the intensity of him filling her ass.

“You know I wanted to make you come with my cock in your ass, but now? I just want to fuck your tight ass until I come and leave you gaping.” Wally's breath was harsh as he began to fuck into her ass, not bothering to hold back his speed this time. Dixie wailed at the sudden intensity of having her ass split over, filled and emptied over and over just a bit too fast for her body to understand so she felt full and empty at the same time.

Dixie’s breasts were pressed firmly to the glass of the window, her breath fogging up the transparent glass and her fingers curled into fists as she gasped and whined as Wally’s hips slapped against her ass roughly, she knew she was going to be sore for the next few days but it would so be worth it.

Wally stilled suddenly, a loud groan coming from the ginger and Dixie felt Wally’s cock throb inside of her ass and then warmth spread inside of her and dripped down her thigh. Dixie shuddered as Wally tugged his cock out, leaving her hole feeling open and soaked with cum.

“Such a pretty sight, like I knew it would be,” Wally said smugly as he hooked his thumb against Dixie’s soft rim, tugging it open wider just to make her whine softly. Wally caught the look of her flushed, flustered face in the reflection in the window, he just grinned at her as he reached around and shoved three fingers into her cunt before vibrating them. Dixie cried out sharply, body shaking and it didn’t long for her to come over Wally’s fingers leaving her exhausted and satisfied.

“I’m exhausted and sore, take some responsibility.” Dixie snarked, exhaustion clear in her voice.

“Nag, nag, but don’t I always Rob?” Wally laughed fondly as he easily scooped her up and sped the two of them into the bathroom for an in-depth shower. The night would end with the two of them curled up in bed and asleep within moments, reminding them of sleepovers they had at Barry’s house when they were mere sidekicks, long before Young Justice was formed.

[deep-blue-novella]

CH06 'Got a plan for us.

Back at the Cat’s place, the sound of uproarious cheering could be heard from the lounge, and echoed through the halls. Viktor was sat on the couch, downing another beer as Wally tossed a dart past both Atwood and Willwood’s heads, missing the board.

“Vik, I can’t believe you managed to outdo those Wolves, that was such a dirty damn trick- the hell they get throwing knives from?” Wally slurred, downing his rum. “Who the hell brings knives to a race?”

“Fuck’f I know Walls, all I know is I won and drove that fuckin’ bastard’s snooty nose right into the dirt.” Vik sloppily tossed his dart, at least managing to hit the wooden outer rim of the board.

“While true-” Asheton started, crouched on the couch like a cat would sit. “They brought knives to a race.”

“Man those guys ain’t shit anyway, knives or not.” Atwood spat, downing a beer. “Like seriously, the guy couldn’t even be fuck’t to drive his own damn car!”

“It ain’t even all that pretty either.” Willwood laughed, laying back on the couch. “You see his rear end? You’d think a guy who loved his car so much and sang so much praise for it would notice that someone scuffed it.”

Att and Will both howled with laughter, going into their own little conversation, Att pulling out his phone and showing Will whatever pictures he managed to snag while they were out earlier. Docia and Ymo were both mixing drinks over by the sink, and Wally was seated next to Vik and Asheton.

“You guys see the beating that driver took though?” Wally shook his head. “Just like what I saw from him before.”

“Admittedly ‘nah but I can’t imagine it was any good given Altani and even the other members of Baasan’s groupie gang were lookin over at me n’ the twins at the time.” Viktor sipped at his drink again. “Can’t have been good.”

“I’ll be impressed if the guy can even think again.” Asheton shook his head. “Face beat right into the damn car. If that guy doesn’t get some kinda PTSD from driving I’ll be shocked.”

“Fuckt’ shit.” Wally tossed a dart now, getting a little closer to the mid. “Ha! See Vik I told ya, the aim gets better when I drink!”

Viktor rolled his eyes hard and laughed. “Suuuure! Sure you do buddy! Except you were hitting bullseyes to start and haven’t since.”

“I’m just getting warmed up!” Wally laughed, throwing and missing his next two. “Ah… really getting warmed up. It’s fine.”

Viktor howled with laughter, Ymo taking the darts right out of his hands. He scrambled to get them back, but to no avail. Docia took Wally’s from the board, and sat on the bar stool nearest the counter.

“My turn. You two have been hogging the board all night again.” Docia teased, taking the first shot.

“Eh… You’re right. Though it does make me wanna take up playin again for them shiny trophies.” Wally chuckled, taking another swig of his drink. “Still got mine up in the case at home, and I’m always glad to see you got yers hangin’ up too.”

“Well duh-” Viktor leaned past Asheton to slap Wally on the shoulder. “How could I not we were an amazing darts team dude we killed it.”

“You can tell me to move you know.” Asheton pushed Vik back into his seat, Viktor whining loudly. “Vik, I swear sometimes you are really an idiot. That’s always being proven to me, especially after that race.”

Viktor looked over at Asheton, able to slightly see one of his slit grey eyes from under his curly golden locks glaring him down. “Mhmm... I mean I still won-”

“Vik darling, we’re all happy you did but…” Docia started, tapping her finger against her arm as she readied another dart.

“We do have concerns.” Ymo continued, resting her hands on Vik’s head, then placing her chin on them. “Those wolves, honey… they’re nothing to be taken lightly you know? They’ve chased people outta this city.”

“Those are rumors’n you know it, Ymo.” Vik pointed, noting the change in atmosphere of the room.

The others were all looking at him. Viktor was a little uncomfortable.

“Vik…” Docia tossed a dart, the sound of it hitting the board in the silent room echoed. “We need to talk.”

“Ar’we really doin’ this while I’m a drunken mess?” Viktor rolled his eyes, lighting a cigarette. “You sure y’don’t wanna wait until ’m sober?”

“No.” Asheton frowned. “We’re talking now because it makes no difference with you half the damn time. You hardly listen to reason sober, let alone drunk anyway, so we figured now is a good time.”

“Vik, hon. I do just want to remind you, you’ve only just met this person… It might be only an infatuation-” Docia frowned.

“While you might think you really looooove~ this cutie, you’ve been known to just lose interest real fast the minute you find something better you know?” Ymo interrupted, putting an arm on his shoulder, then got him into a choke-hold. “We just wanna make sure you aren’t gonna burn yourself.”

“Vik I’ve done some readings, and you know my Tarot never lies.” Asheton frowned, lighting his own cigarette. “I’ve seen some dark things ahead in between the lights. There’s a lot of potential good, but the biggest issue is these… patches... are really shady, and it scares me a bit.”

“Asheton, how many times d’ I gotta tell’s ya that if I want a reading I’ll come t’you? Though admittedly I was consi-” Viktor started before getting interrupted again.

“-But you were considering coming to me anyway because you wanted to know if this was the right thing to be doing.” Asheton finished, Viktor looking shocked. “I know you dude, and I foresaw it happening. Hence why I looked a little further in.”

“Asheton is very right and you don’t need Tarot to see that, Viktor.” Docia reached for a drink. “Those Wolves are nothing but trouble, and are very violent… We aren’t usually.”

Viktor sat quietly, thinking to himself.

“To be honest boss-” Atwood started, looking down at his phone. “I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth.”

“-But we gotta be sure this is what you really want, knowing the dangers of it all.” Willwood butted in, tapping his fingers against his leg. “We are pretty sure of the answer… but… ‘wouldn’t mind a bit more from your mouth about it.”

“Especially because I’m told you weren’t certain at first to begin with.” Wally joined in, crossing his arms. “It’s been two weeks Viktor, and you’ve hardly scraped the barrel into knowing them. Knowing this, and about their current partner, are you certain you want to dive into this kind of a fight?”

Viktor tapped his foot.

All of them did have very valid points. He was headed into dangerous territory, and he still didn’t really know for sure if he loved Altani. Love was a real strong word, and it wasn’t one he really much thought about either.

The problem was mostly the way he felt whenever he was around them. He didn’t remember experiencing that kind of a click before with someone, not even Asheton. Being around them… It made him feel a way he never felt before. It was almost like something beyond his control was pulling him to them and they wouldn’t leave his mind.

Even then. There was still a boatload of issues that hadn’t been resolved like the fact they were; one, dating another man, and two, the fact being that the other man was Baasan. Plus there was the other problem of the Wolves in general, the fact they were exactly as ruthless as the others had described and as much as he wanted to write off Ymo’s comment of them running others out of town… He was inclined to believe it.

He did have to agree it sounded bad, and he knew that all of the Catz were aware that he of all people didn’t believe in ‘love at first sight’.

At least not until he met Altani. He got one look at them and knew he wanted them.

He sighed heavily. Regardless of what happened next, he wanted to see Altani more. He wanted to get to know them more. He wanted to take them away from Baasan because he could tell first-hand that someone so aggressive and cruel like him didn’t deserve a lil’ sweetheart like Altani… and Vik felt he could give them a better place to be, with better people to be around.

He looked at the Cats.

“You’re right.”

They all looked surprised.

“I don’t know Altani all that well, I do know how dangerous all of the Wolves’re...” He was still slurring a little. “-but somethin’ in my heart is telling me to keep going. I dunno what or why, but I have to keep at it. Even if it’s not love. I still wanna be their friend… and I still wanna figure out exactly what kinda relationship those two have and why they’re still with that kind of a person at the very least.”

The others sat in silence as he continued.

“The thing is, I know the dangers and I’m gonna tell you all this now. Y’don’t have to help me. You don’t have t’be a part of this if y’don’t want to. I know the dangers and if you feel uncomfortable I don’t wanna get you guys involved in anything. I love y’guys, I don’t wanna see you hurt because of some stupid decision I made. I’ll even leave if I have to.”

“So you’re gonna keep at it?” Asheton questioned, his tail flicking.

“Yeah. I dig Altani, they seem… real nice. Once I get to know them, and if you’re all still with me by then I wanna see about maybe gettin’ everyone together to talk and get to know one another.” He put out his cigarette. “F’r now I gotta get to know them first, and I wanna be there for them in case something happens… They don’t seem to have a lot of friends admittedly, and I have a hunch those Wolves'r to blame.”

Viktor leaned back and downed his drink, casually grabbing his last dart back from Ymo’s hand atop his head. He shot it at the board, hitting the bullseye.

“If you wanna stick around, that’s cool. If not, that’s also cool. J’s don’t feel like you gotta just because I’m the ‘boss’. This affects not just me and I wanna be sure you guys ain’t gonna get into anythin’ you don’t wanna be into.”

Viktor fell silent, closing his eyes and leaning back. Docia was the first to start laughing. The others looked to her, Viktor opening one of his eyes to look over.

“Gods, you always were such a soft-hearted guy Viktor.” She smiled, slapping a knee. “As if I’d let you run around on your own as well, who do you take me for at least? I’ll be with you on this Vik, and if a single wolf lays a hand on you I’m going to smash their face in.”

“Yeah boss!!! You always got a habit of pickin’ up ‘strays that need help and that you see somethin’ in!!” Willwood beamed. “You let me n’ Atty join you, and you even got us fake ID’s so we could go to the bar with the crew- how could I not follow my boss in recruitin’ another Cat?”

“Will’s right you know.” Atwood put away his phone. “You gave us a home when we had nowhere to go, when the world turned its back on us. We’re gonna help you help out this sweetheart, ‘cuz they seem like they could use some respite from a world that’s hurting them too. We met ‘em tonight�� and they seem so skittish and scared.”

“No one should be made to feel like they’re cornered.” Will added on, crossing his arms.

Viktor couldn’t help but smile softly, especially since he knew all of their words were true and from their hearts.

“I have seen what Baasan can do, and I won’t lie, I wanna help them get away from him. It’s hard to leave someone so violent without fearing for your life.” Wally put his rum bottle down. “I don’t think they want to leave yet… but I’m hoping that when they’re around Vik they might realize how things could and should be. I’m here to stay for now, but I got a lover, Vik.”

Viktor casually darted an eye at Docia after Wally’s comment, noticing her wince. He did have to agree with Wally regarding them probably not wanting to leave as well.

“If things go too far south, I gotta bail out. Don’t judge me too hard for it, but my family I’ve started comes first, and I won’t put my honey at risk.”

“You do anything you gotta Wally, family first.” Vik nodded.

“I’m only in it because I’m going to keep tabs and try to at least forewarn you about the potential negative outcomes... ‘cause you mean too much for me to let you go get yourself off’d.” Asheton sighed, sipping a beer. “You’re too bloody kind for your own good and I will keep telling you that Viktor.”

“Thanks buddy, I expect nothin’ less of ya.” Viktor grinned at him, Asheton scowling back.

“I see some fun in it, and you knooooooow~ I love me some big scary danger.” Ymo grinned, putting Viktor into another headlock. “Besides I wanna see where this goes! Ol’ player Vik finding himself a sweetie? I have got to see it. Firsthand. I want all the details and I am not getting some secondhand info about it- front row or bust, baby!!!”

“You guys…” Viktor sniffled, rubbing his nose and struggling to talk in the chokehold. “C’mon now-”

The entire room started chanting, ‘Rachman! Rachman! Rachman!’ just like they did at the bar. They all clearly didn’t want to leave his side despite the danger. Mostly to keep from getting into too much trouble more than anything. He knew there was still some uncertainty, and it made him a little uncertain as well.

Regardless, he was still so happy to know that he had such a good crew.

The party continued on into the night until Sunday morning, when the entire house finally fell into silence… at least for a while.

If only ever a while.

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[danny-chase]

Wasn't the last laugh all about how even when the Joker was dying he decided he still wanted to kill people. Then Dick killed him and Bruce brought him back to spare the boys conscious. But the Joker still wants to kill people so it seemed like to the story Dick's feelings and status as a perfect hero who never kills is more important that the people we know the Joker is going to kill in the future.

Okay pause, hold, timeout. Sure that's an interpretation of the story but I think it's kind of a shallow one.

Let's remember what the inciting incident of Last Laugh was.

Joker: Last Laugh #1

So we have the inciting incident as this, Joker is told that he's dying. Spoilers, he isn't. The brain tumor was faked by this guy

Joker: Last Laugh #4

And who wouldn't? After all the pain and suffering, who wouldn't want to hurt the joker? Who wouldn't want to make him grieve, feel the same way he made so many others feel? So this man acted in hate.

And what happened?

The Joker got end of the life privileges, and was able to hang out with the Slab's general population. He started rampaging and killing on mass. Of course Joker is responsible for that. But even the joker who DC's pretty much deemed as a being of pure evil was able to be contained, if not for one small act of violence meant to cause him pain.

Now on the flip side we have Barbara and Dick debating throughout the issues. Barbara keeps asking the questions that a lot of us have when it comes to the joker, why they can't stand aside just this once, bringing up she'd feel safer if he were dead, how many lives they would save, etc. And Dick plays the "we aren't soldiers or cops" role, that it's not about revenge, how long would society accept killing heroes, etc. All these questions are raised, but the story doesn't really answer them. You're left to think and decide what you think would be right for yourself. In a way, Last Laugh asks a lot of the questions about the way the DC universe operates and how it would feel to live there.

Now Dick who's been anti kill Joker learns that Tim has "died" due to the Jokers violence. And to some extent, his change in demeanor is a reflection of how easier it is to compartmentalize and separate ourselves when the situation isn't personal. Dick's family has been hurt by the joker in the past and Tim "dying" reopens wounds the never really healed. In the past he's had a lot of friends and family die (Joey, Raven, Jason, Danny, at the least) and everytime he's gone back to trying to be as moral of a hero as possible. Now suddenly Barbara and Dick switch positions in their arguments. The crux of the argument is if one of them kills the Joker out of anger, the joker wins - that is what he wants, he wants to break the moral hero, it's been his goal all along.

Jokers goal is stated: "See, I was planning on having Batman kill me... suicide by super-hero, see? I'm dying anyway, right? So why not get a little blood on his cape in the process? But revenge once removed is sweeter. It'd really put a twist in his kevlar if one of his litter did the dirty deed." In issue #6.

In this, the jokers goal was to die. He thought he was going to die anyways, and he wanted to hurt Bruce as much as possible in the process. And he almost fails. There's a moment where Dick backs off, then Joker brings up Jason and Dick absolutely looses it and murders the joker in anger. And the joker wins

Joker: Last Laugh #6

The idea that Bruce brought the Joker back to spare Dick's feelings is pretty much a fanon invention. Iirc I've never seen any reference to that, Bruce's stated reason is "We don't do that. Not even to him."

Another thing is Dick isn't all that much affected by the decision to bring the joker back to life. He still sees himself as a murderer and in a later comic he has a discussion with Wally over what do do next. Even if the joker did get brought back, Dick counts it as a failure. And to some extent so does Bruce "Let him go, Robin. He has to face what he's done."

For Dick it's a story that deconstructs his morals and pushes him to the point of murder. For Barbara it's somewhat of a journey of her letting go (she spends a lot of time at the beginning obsessively watching him and by the end doesn't monitor him personally at all). And to me it's the story of the cycle of violence and how personal vengeance can go wrong.

Anyways I actually think the end of last laugh is the ending the joker deserves. He ends up in complete isolation, only tracked by heating sensors, which alert if anything goes wrong. There's no guards to manipulate, just him, in a little cell, wasting away for the rest of his natural life. Not going out with a bang, or because of hate, just left to die in obscurity with no one watching.

If dc had balls, this would have been the last we'd seen of him (minus flashbacks). Because let's be real, without an audience the joker is powerless

[austarus]

HR Wells x Reader - Reversal of Denouement

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A low groan left HR's lips. His body felt numb, his chest ached - tingled as his heart beats steadily. Is it beating? The darkness of his eyelids eased the stinging coming from his mind – it wasn’t so bright. The headache formed there. His body screamed at him as the novelist made the slightest of movement. His left shoulder in particular had protested in desperate agony. He couldn’t move it very much, the area succumbed to restraints of some sort. HR’s throat felt raw as his body throbbed, the blood coursing meticulously through his blood vessels. The sound of a soft voice greeted his ears, but his eyes refused to open.

"I... you, HR... even if... see it." The voice was so familiar, so gentle. So sweet. "Should... better." A drop of water hit his numbed hand, static still prominent there from the little movement his body had done. “I wish…” The dark-haired doppelganger could only understand fragments of what the speaker was saying. He felt a pressure on his hand, tender skin holding onto his before something tickled his forehead. Feather-light. What was it? Who was it? A few moments passed and he heard nothing, the novelist only assumed that the voice’s owner had left. He didn’t want to be alone right now though, not with the darkness.

It had become unbearable.

Since... Since when did…? How...? Oh. Right. Savitar... Am I dead? Is this where spirits wait for their turn to pass into their designated afterlife? Have I really...? Events from earlier resurfaced to his mind, his senses coming together. Right, had to protect Iris. For Barry – it was my fault Savitar had gotten to her. My big mouth. Even if Barry didn't really see me as a helpful friend. At least... At least I proved Savitar wrong, who ironically is a version of Barry. That's hella twisted. He huffed out a breath before venturing back into the calmness of sleep. Maybe a little more rest will help?

***

HR cracked an eye open: this time, harsh filtered light had greeted him. The novelist grunted in pain, adjusting himself slightly to assess where he was. What day was it? What was the time? How long have I  been here? A yawn left his lips this time, his throat and mouth as dry as a desert.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up?” HR’s eyes met Cisco’s, who stood with a tablet in hand. “How’s sleeping beauty feeling?”

The Wells doppelganger cleared his throat. “Like I’ve gotten assaulted by an Amtrack bus, and not the good kinds.” HR’s baby blue eyes scanned the room, landing on the flower vase that was set on a table near him. Blue forget-me-knots and pink hydrangeas stood proudly in their vases, nurtured well. HR felt his heart swell, his eyes not daring to leave the delicate petals that accented the med bay in better tones. Cisco handed him a cup of water to which HR downed it immediately.

“Amtrack does trains.”

“Not on my Earth, Francisco.” The author couldn’t help but ask, his eyes lingering on the flowers once more. “Did Tracy bring those?”

Cisco pursed his lips, an odd look present on his face. He wanted to tell HR, but… “No. Um, she didn’t.” Tracy had been visiting, though it had become some sort of a nuisance to all her complaining at this point. She hadn’t even known HR for that long, anyway.

“Oh?” His shoulders dropped subtly in disappointment. “They’re beautiful, I was just wondering and…”

“Let’s just say, a special someone’s been… dropping by and bringing a new flower each day. That’s all you’re getting from me, Aurora.” Cisco reasoned with the Wells doppelganger. The mechanical genius knew, but it wasn’t his place to say. It killed him, but… “I wouldn’t move around too much, if I were you. You’ve got a fractured shoulder and that chest wound. I’ve been told to relay the message that you’re to be on strict bed rest until that shoulder further heals.” HR lowered his gaze to see the cross-body sling. He clenched his slinged hand and unclenched it to bring some feeling into the limb.

“What about my chest?”

“Miraculously, that’s been healing really well since day one.” Cisco kept the talk real, showing the injured doppelganger the schematics and pictures. “You got lucky that it missed your heart by a centimeter.” A stab wound like that should have… I wonder if she knows that I know.

HR blinked at the seriousness in his injury, the looming idea of death from his decision. “How long was I out?”

“A week and a half.”

“What?” HR’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I-”

“HR!” Tracy’s sudden voice pierced the room, stunning Cisco and triggering an ache in HR’s head. The grad scientists shuffled over to him, both forgetting that Cisco was in the room. “HR, my love, how are you? Are you feeling okay? Is there any pain?” He continued checking his friend’s vitals and adjusting dosages to the IV and morphine administered – as per your request. The room was growing ever louder with HR and Tracy. Tracy embraced him, minding his injuries as she continued to fuss over him. It made the Wells writer smile, yet… his heart didn’t swell as much as it used to.

Odd.

Cisco sent you a quick text while the two were preoccupied, but you were already at the Labs. You stopped just outside the entrance, the wall and dimly light hallway obscuring you from who remained in the med bay. They wouldn’t be able to see you from where you stood.  A shaky breath left you as you clutched the Freesia flower in hand. Your heart shriveled in your chest as you backtracked. Hearing his voice is enough. After all, with Tracy around you couldn’t be near him – those dirty and hateful looks she’d send you. Best to keep my distance, I guess. You couldn’t help but sneak a peek at him though, the man who had unknowingly captured your heart and would never reciprocate your love. You pushed down the lump in your throat. Hastily, you sent Cisco a text to check on the flowers. Silently, you trailed away from the med bay and to the upper levels of STAR Labs. I wonder if he liked the flowers. Standing at such altitude with the wind blowing lightly had calmed you a bit. Looking down at the flower, you gripped it tightly before you began to pick off the petals one by one. The little moments you had with the goofy novelist surfaced to the forefront of your mind with each petal you held. Your little curious escapades. The little talks. The nights you’d visit him when Tracy wasn’t around.

“He loves me, he loves me not,” You murmured, a stray tear trickled down your cheek. The freesia symbolizes unconditional love and honor. “He loves me, he loves me not,” Your voice cracked as more tears fell. “He loves me, he loves me not…”

***

A frown presented itself on HR’s lips as he tilted his head to crack his neck. The crack relieved him tremendously. It didn’t make sense. The novelist mused to himself, setting aside the current chapter draft he was working on. The voice I heard was… different. It didn’t sound like Tracy’s. HR couldn’t get that voice out of his mind – the tenderness that was laced in the tone of that voice. Nothing like the slight shrill in Tracy’s. He eyed the flowers once more that day, their presence was prominent. If Tracy hadn’t brought those, then who had?

The team had helped situate HR in his room in order to vacate the med bay should another imminent event occur. He had overheard Cisco tell Wally that you were preoccupied with something in Star City – a bit of disappointment twinged inside him. HR had taken up doing bits of physical therapy for the rest of his body without moving his shoulder as much. His shoulder and arm remained in a crossbody sling. The flowers sat on his bedside counter; he tended to them as best as he could with the limited movement he had. Tracy protested that they don’t need to be around, but the novelist was vehement on keeping the plants. HR won’t deny the fact that he had gotten annoyed several times with her around when he needed thinking space for his writing. He couldn’t write with noise and nonsensical chatter, especially if it’s mainly coming from someone who doesn’t want to really listen to his input. She’d go on and on about her scientific research and such, but wouldn’t hear a word from HR regarding his writing. The longer the novelist was confined to his room for rest, the more he had time to think – to contemplate. Yes, he liked Tracy, but… it just seemed that she didn’t really see HR. She does all the talking; she doesn’t really ask about how I feel about things or ask me about my life, even things about Earth-19… It’s like she doesn’t see me for anything other than a pretty face. It’s not even my face that Tracy sees, just Randolph’s. Was I too quick to jump at the first person who showed interest in me? Had I rushed into ‘forever’ with her?

He tabled those thoughts for now. HR reached for his laptop; one hand opened it to start it up. While the device loaded, he grabbed his black-clear glasses and set them on his face. If anyone saw him as such, they wouldn’t be able to tell the physical difference between him and his handsome, yet grumpy doppelganger. Except for the eyebrow scar, but that was obscured by the glasses. HR did a couple of searches with a concentrated look. Surely, it was the person with that… angel-like voice.

“Hydrangeas,” HR whispered as his eyes skimmed over the text that had popped up. “The hydrangea represents gratitude, grace and beauty. It also radiates abundance because of the lavish number of flowers and the generous round shape. Its colors symbolize love, harmony and peace.” The Wells doppelganger scrolled further. “Pink hydrangeas symbolize heartfelt emotions.” Interesting. HR continued his research, glancing at the other flower type that resting in the vase. “Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts. They are also considered a symbol of fidelity and faithfulness.” A particular link caught his eye, he clicked on it. The novelist read to himself the text once more, “Based on Christian lore, the story about forget-me-nots is that God was walking in the Garden of Eden. He saw a blue flower and asked it its name. The flower was a shy flower and whispered that he had forgotten his name. God renamed the flower as forget-me-not saying that He will not forget the flower.”

HR swallowed thickly; contrary to popular belief around here, he wasn’t stupid. Sure, he wasn’t a science-based genius, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an expert on other aspects of life and had basic common sense. The author was emotionally intelligent and intact with the world around him. These flowers weren’t picked out on accident. But who would do that? Who doesn’t want me to forget about them? The dark-haired man shook his head slightly as he shut his laptop. A surge of sadness welled inside him at the notion of ‘being forgotten’. Who had he done that to? He’d get to the bottom of this mystery in due time. Right now, I need to jog my memory on what I was writing. A hand found a rough draft paper, his eyes scanned over the words he had typed out. His brows creased as the written notes he’d made on the paper as well. (Y/N) … I had… What had I been writing about again? The novelist read each line, each note he had made no drafts and scratch paper.

The hairs at the back of his neck stood up as realization hit him the more he had read on. The drafts, the notes, all of it – the little novel he had been writing regarding his adventures. But this particular part of his story – the ‘angel’ in his story. The one who stuck by him since coming here, the one who had given him a safe space… And the one he hadn’t seen since waking up. How could he forget? HR lowered the paper; his eyes became half-lidded as guilt shot through him. Before Barry had gone to the future and gotten hints of Tracy with her Speed Bazooka, HR had been working on his book. A book that he had pushed off to stick with Tracy and help in any way that he can to make the speed weapon possible. He had gotten distracted from doing the things he loves. A few conjectures arose in his mind as he slipped his glasses off, one arm end pressed to his lips. His heart hammered into his chest; you were among the last faces he had seen before passing out that night.

The irony. How could I forget that (Y/N) was the ‘angel’ in my story?

***

“Look at you, up and at ‘em.” Cisco strolled into the lounge with a cheeky grin. The mechanical genius didn’t take HR for granted anymore, not with the stunt he pulled. No, Cisco willingly checked up on him – not just for you, but for himself. HR had truly become one of his close friends in the end, especially with all the advice about Gypsy. “What are you cooking up this time?”

“Just an omelet with a side of bacon and toast, Francisco,” HR turned to the mechanical engineer who continued to tinker away at the schematics to get Barry out of the Speedforce. He offered Cisco some with a gesture only for the scientist to politely decline. “I haven’t seen (Y/N) anywhere. Um, is she also…?”

“Oh, you know how she’s like. Either up in the vents or chilling in her birds’ nest on the roof. And on that note, our resident hummingbird has become quite the firecracker.”

HR raised an eyebrow at his friend. “How so?”

“She punched Savitar square in the face then decked him multiple times over when Barry brought him in. Harry had to be the one to pull her away – well, more like carry her away kicking and screaming bloody murder at him. It sounded badass; wish I had been there to see it.”

The Wells doppelganger gritted his teeth at the mental image of Harry carrying you – touching you. The thought ruffled his feathers for some reason.  HR expertly masked his irritation, turning the stove off and assembling the food on his plate. “Why?”

“Because he hurt you, HR.”

“…”

“He almost killed you.” And that was unforgivable, especially to her. “We almost lost you. She almost lost you.”

A rough sigh escaped HR as Cisco had sent him a knowing look before exiting the STAR Labs lounge. The Earth-19 man chewed on the inside of his cheek. Only a fool would misunderstand Cisco’s subtle intentions. HR knew what he had to do – he’d been reflecting on his time here, thinking about the people around him, about the relationships he’s formed. The novelist glanced outside – the sun shined, the birds chirped, and the trees rustled with the wind. 

And the world continues to move on.

***

“When are you going to tell him?”

“…” You tensed at the abrupt voice. You snapped your head up, eyes darting to find Cisco approaching you with pocketed hands in his gray-black jacket. He wore a Bulbasaur shirt. The clouds surged by with the intensity of the breeze. Your hair blew over your shoulders slightly. Tilting your head, you turned back to watch the city. Days had passed and you refused to see HR, content on what Cisco had been telling you. He’d been recovering tremendously well, but… you didn’t really want to hear about what he and Tracy were up to. It wounded you. “Tell who, what?”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about, Ms. I’m-going-to-put-my-feelings-in-a-box.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ohohohoho, no. I am tired of the love eyes, the lingering gazes, the pining. It ends.” Your best friend came to sit down next to you with that frustrated look on his face. “I know you have powers.” Your heart stopped in your chest at his accusation. “I know you used your powers to heal HR.” You bit down on your lip, not wanting to validate his statement. Cisco saw “I analyzed the wounds, looked at his healing at a microscopic level. I’m not Caitlin, but even I can pick up a few things. His cells were excelled to heal, but there were residues of your genetic markers at the wound point. You stitched his wounds together, cell-by-cell. My point is: why didn’t you say anything? Your powers are a-”

“-A curse.”

“What?”

“They’re a curse.” You threw a hard look at Cisco, making sure your hands wouldn’t touch him. “I can’t be playing God, Cisco. And… it’s unpredictable, volatile. I could either heal the life in my hands or take it away. I could rip someone ‘cell-by-cell’, Cisco. There’s no ‘in between’, not this time. He got lucky with my powers. He got lucky I didn’t make things 100% irreversible.”

“But why didn’t you say anything?” Cisco eyed the gloves you wore; it wasn’t the season for leather gloves.

“Because I didn’t want to give anyone false hope.”

“You don’t want to give yourself false hope, you mean.”

“…I can’t even heal a plant, Cisco. No matter how hard I tried, it wilted further. It’s a curse.”

“That’s not guaranteed every time, you know. It takes practice – discipline to get your powers to work with you instead of for you.” He nudged your shoulder with his, turning his gaze to the flock of birds drifting through the wind. “You know, he broke up with Tracy.”

“Ok?”

“Happened a week ago. She didn’t take it well and let me tell you. Tracy Brand was livid – the rage and yelling were off the charts. I think she has Harry beat. I knew it wasn’t going to last anyway, it was too superficial to begin with.”

“Uh huh.” You tried to sound uninterested, but deep down you were relieved. You heard a little ring in your ear. You wondered…

“She’s gone, won’t be coming here anymore.

“Ok.”

“So, go make your move.”

You turned abruptly to face him. “Cisco, have you thought that maybe HR doesn’t want to dive into a relationship right away? That… maybe he needs space to focus on himself?” All were things you had contemplated for yourself before.

“And what better way to do that than with a new roommate.”

“Excuse me?”

“Surprise, you’re getting a temporary roommate while we fully fix up things around the labs. I volunteered you since you have the space and the patience to deal with HR.” Your blood froze in your veins.

“Francisco Ramon, I am going to-”

“-Thank me, you’re going to thank me.” He had already breached away before you had the chance to strangle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the idea of HR living with you, even if it was a temporary living arrangement. You scolded your heart for beating loudly in your chest. One hand gripped tightly to your other. An audible sigh escaped you as your mind played with the idea.

Shit, what am I going to do?

***Day 1***

Cisco blew out an exhausted breath, setting down another box on top of a box in the guest room. You and the mechanical genius had been breaching back and forth with HR’s things as said novelist was crippled. His arm would take about another four weeks to heal. About 20 percent of shoulder fractures are displaced and may require some type of manipulation to restore normal anatomy. Occasionally the rotator cuff muscles are injured or torn at the same time as the fracture. Fortunately for HR, his rotator cuff muscles weren’t as damaged. This can further complicate the treatment. Therefore, in that time, HR would just be handling the lighter stuff, bless his heart. The novelist entered the room with his black backpack slung over his functioning shoulder – it was the last thing that he could carry.

“I think there’s one more box left,” HR pointed with his thumb towards his back direction, the breach closing behind him.

“I’ll go get it, not a problem. Why don’t you two get started on unpacking, huh?” HR shrugged with one shoulder and stepped away to set his bag down by the bed. Cisco threw a cheeky look your way when HR had his back turned, his eyebrows wiggling. ‘Have fun love birds,’ the scientist had mouthed at you. You flicked him off with a deadpanned look. Instantly you dropped it when the Wells doppelganger turned as Cisco snickered before he breached away. He gave you a confused look, but you waved it off.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For allowing me to stay obviously. And for all the help since I’m, well, a bit tangled up at the moment.”

He was referring to the cross-body sling that clung onto him like a spider. HR rubbed the back of his neck, and you didn’t miss the way his bicep flexed at the motion in that gray short-sleeve shirt. Calm the fuck down, it’s just a toned muscle. You’ve seen things like that before.  The puppy-like smile HR sent you had your cheeks warming up. The gentle smile that made your heart melt all over again. You cleared your throat as you reached for a box. “It’s no big deal, HR.” Undoing the tape seal with scissors, you opened the box- and the first thing you see are a pair of handcuffs accompanied by a silky black blindfold.

“What’s in the box?”

A little noise left you as you shut the flaps of the box, trying to seal it again. The flaps remained downward in the box. “Nope, nothing. Just some clothes here. I’m going to get that one box from the living room.” You had backtracked right into the door, your nose throbbed in response at the collision. “Ow,” you muttered to yourself, rubbing the skin.

“You ok?”

“I’m fine,” your response was quick, but not rude. A deep chuckle made its way to your ears as you scrambled out the room, your heart hammering in your chest. Your thoughts scolded you for being so awkward and flustered around him. Be cool, just chill out… The man you’re hopelessly in love with is just living with you temporarily, it’s not like anything will amount from this. You picked up the last box in the living room, hoping that just clothes would be in here and not anymore kink toys. I mean… I have toys, too. AW SHIT, I HAVE TO HIDE THEM!

HR’s eyes never left you as you made your panicked exit. He let out a little breath before shuffling over to the box you had been attending to. Immediately, he face-palmed hard when he had opened it with one hand. His face felt impossibly hot at what you had seen. She must think I’m an idiot or something. His mind thought back to when you helped him shop for some new clothes then it had gotten ruined from a meta. His hand fell away from his face, the image of your kind grin imprinted in his mind. I am an idiot, though. A fool.

Once Cisco returned, you three continued unpacking HR’s things for the time he’d spend here. The labs were still in ‘piss-poor’ shape according to Cisco and that he’ll need to consult with Harry and Wally regarding repairs.

“HR, how are you showering?”

“Um, like a normal person?” A dumbfounded look crossed HR’s features as he set the plate of sandwiches down. The novelist had knitted his eyebrows at Cisco. He had taken up to experimenting in the kitchen when he wasn’t writing. The tea and coffee were still brewing in your kitchen.

“No, I mean with how your shoulder is injured,” Cisco snuck an evil look at you, you returned it with a glare, “must be hard handling it alone.” You knew exactly where this dumbass wanted to take this conversation, so you stayed silent as to not get caught in the crossfire.

HR thought to himself for a moment. “Just a bit, but I’ve gotten used to the mild discomforts and pain. I can mostly reach everything thanks to my long limbs. But I think the nice thing is that it’s an internal issue, not an external one. An external injury or wound would require me to really have help with showering that way the area doesn’t get infected or irritated with the contents of soaps.” A laugh fell from his lips, but his mind wondered what his friend was playing at while you were around.

“I’m just saying, if you ever need a hand well,” Cisco trailed off with a smirk, chomping on his third sandwich.

Oh, I see. Devious, but a futile effort. “I’ll make sure you’re the first one I ask for help,” HR teased with a smirk of his own for Cisco to drop his in disgust. A cough escaped you, which had HR’s eyes land on you. Your eyes met for a moment before you deviated your gaze. HR felt hypnotized for a moment. Hm… The engineer quickly recovered from HR’s snide remark.

“Alright kids, I’ll be going now. The labs require some diligent work that I, a capable and distinguished engineer, could only do.”

“Yet, we still have the occasional security issues,” You sipped your tea once the snarky comment was out. HR stifled a chuckle, but you heard it. The corners of your mouth lifted slightly at the notion.

“Hey, that’s not fair. They always come up with something new to invade our space by.” Cisco pointed a finger at you, mocking a hurtful expression on his face. It dropped into a sneaky smile. “Make good choices and always use protection, you two!” He breached away before you could throw your cup at him.

***Multiple Days Pass***

Through his time here, you noticed HR fueled to write what’s on his mind in the guest room. You could only assume that he continued his adventure story. Sometimes he would venture out for some coffee or take a walk to give his creativity a break. Keeping that in mind, you gave HR the space he needed as well as all noises to a minimum. You knew he liked the quiet atmosphere to pour his heart and soul into words as he did research for a scene. Pulling your jacket on, you compiled a list of groceries before you stepped out of your apartment. Locking the door, you headed out to the store picking up a few necessities as well as some snacks for HR. Like Harry, the novelist can easily lose himself in his task – which meant that he tended to forget about eating and such. You found a bag of Jitters coffee beans, adding it to your cart of items. Buying some snacks and fruit, you’d leave a note in the kitchen of the snacks when he emerged from his writing cave.

On the way back, you stopped by at Iris’ studio to check up on her. A few groceries for her as well were in hand. Cecile and you did your best to visit Iris. But you can’t deny that you blamed her to a certain extent. Had she spoken up once she had left Savitar’s place disguised as HR, HR wouldn’t have been hurt that night on Infantino Street. Surely, she could have contacted her father or Cisco or something. The transition could have been smoother. HR wouldn’t have been… The journalist was faring; she pushed through the pain and as Barry had told her ‘to keep living’. So, Iris did. She hadn’t been herself since Barry went into the Speedforce – she pushed too much, the smile wouldn’t reach her eyes sometimes. You sympathized; she lost the love of her life. But you almost had too.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine, just… taking it one day at a time.” You nodded at her response, a small smile on your face. “How are things with you and HR? I heard of the temporary living conditions.”

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m in my bubble and he’s in his doing his writing.”

“Right. Nothing going on whatsoever?”

“Iris.”

Iris set her cup of hot chocolate down and raised both hands in mock defeat. “We all saw it. We all see it.”

“See what?”

“How smitten you are for him.”

“I’m not-”

“-Don’t say you’re not. If you weren’t you, Harry wouldn’t have to pry you off Savitar before you clawed his eyes out.”

“…” You just looked into your tea, the honey that settled at the bottom. Iris placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, but you didn’t look at her.

“The heart will want what it wants, (Y/N). Pushing your feelings into a box and denying it out loud won’t change things.”

“I know.”

And my heart wants him, over and over again. Even if he can’t see me.

***

HR tapped his pencil against the desk at a steady pace. His mind wouldn’t focus on the words in front of him, on the scene he wanted to set. Instead, it kept drifting further from it. Further towards you: your eyes, your smile, the kindness that you held; the serenity that your existence held as the world continued to turn and chaos had unfolded at each turn. HR didn’t see much of you while he was here, the novelist missed your company. You were here, but you weren’t really here. You were either in your room or at the balcony with a book or on the couch with your Switch. He didn’t want to bother you, but… sometimes HR just wanted to sit beside you and pull you close to talk. To hold you in his arms and ask you about your day, to understand what you were thinking. HR cracked his back in a stretch from where he sat on his bed, being mindful of his injured shoulder. It didn’t hurt as it had originally done a few weeks back. The Wells doppelganger noticed that you were careful to avoid touching him or him touching you. Not even a hug that you used to graciously give him. You were especially guarded with your hands. A rough sigh left him as he threw his pencil down. The frustration was setting in, he was getting nowhere. You consumed his thoughts. HR wondered if you were revolted by him but doesn’t verbalize his thoughts to you. He didn’t think you’d give him your truthful answer. Maybe she is revolted by me. She did find the cuffs and the blindfold… No, she knew about the cuff stage thing well before that.

The sound of the front door greeted his ears followed by the soft tune of music. A frown made its way onto his face. Might as well take a break. HR stretched once more when he fully stood up, a little noise of relief left his lips. He cracked his back once more before smelling himself. For safe measure, the novelist sprayed a bit of cologne on himself and turned off the candle he had on. He mentally noted to take a shower after dinner since his last was yesterday. He liked the feeling of being clean, to be honest. HR carded a hand through his hair. I need a haircut soon, too. Yeesh, I feel like I’m letting myself go. Once I’m all healed it’s back to proper cuts and the labs’ recreation room. He wanted to go back to lifting weights and doing yoga for body stability purposes – especially now because of his shoulder. HR rested a hand on his chest, the wound had healed completely, but a scar remained. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw the groceries on the table and heard you whisper along with the lyrics. The music was set to a low level that your whispers were audible enough. He watched you sway a bit with the tune.

So please don't break my heart

Don't tear me apart

I know how it starts

Trust me I've been broken before

Don't break me again

I am delicate

Please don't break my heart

Trust me I've been broken before

The guitar tune pulled at his heart, feeling the raw emotion behind the lyrics. He eyed you for a moment. HR cleared his throat to make his presence known, he knew you didn’t like to be snuck up on. However, a little gasp left you from where you were. “You went out shopping?”

You looked up from where you crouched to put away the cereal. “Uh yeah, we were running low on some stuff.” You shut the cabinet and went to the other items you had bought. The music continued to delicately play.

“Need any help?”

“Um, sure. Uh, just set these into the cabinet on the left.” Normal, be normal. He’s not going to eat you or anything. Distance is good. Distance keeps you safe. You didn’t meet his eyes, the eyes that’d pull you in and never let you out – your heart shook with him here and the song that played. You were hoping HR wouldn’t come out while you prepped dinner to have a sort of peace of mind. The next song played before you could stop it-

My last made me feel like I would never try again

But when I saw you, I felt something I never felt

Come closer, I'll give you all my love

If you treat me right, baby, I'll give you everything

“I like this song,” HR started as he was finishing up with putting his side of the groceries away. Another guitar-like song that brought out the soft feelings of love and rejection. HR mused to himself if fate had planned this out. If this was some sort of sign or a cruel joke… You had stopped yourself from clicking the button to skip the song at his comment. You don’t know what possessed you to let him indulge in another song that you’ve cried to late at night. “Hey, I can cook dinner tonight. I have something I’ve been wanting to try. I’m not that crippled so I can manage with a few cookware.” HR chuckled to himself, a goofy grin on his face. Your heart leapt in your chest; his grin caused a small smile to pull at your lips. “You can wash up first?”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes meeting his icy blues. You felt your cheeks warm up slightly as the nerves crawled up your spine. “Oh, ok. Cool, yeah. Can’t wait to see what you cook up.” You nodded, ducking your head away and shuffling out of the kitchen with that shy smile on your face. You missed the longing look he had sent you as you fastened your steps to head to your room.

God I love that smile. What goes on in that little head of yours? We used to be so close… before Tracy came into the picture. HR pulled out the spices and the chicken breast. He shook his head and proceeded to prep the food with his one useful hand. I need to consult Francisco.

***

“We need to talk,” HR’s voice broke the silence in the side lab of the Cortex. He had breached to the labs using the Breach Extrapolator after he had showered and such. His damp hair was pushed back in HR’s normal style.

“About what?” Cisco raised a concerned eyebrow at the writer, stopping what he had been doing.

“(Y/N).”

A nervous laugh left Cisco as he went back to attempting to make the necessary modifications to the Speed Bazooka. Tracy was reluctant to help the mechanical engineer after the breakup. “What about (Y/N)?” Cisco put down his screwdriver. “Did you do something weird to her?”

“What? No! I- we used to be closer. We always talked, we’d hang out after a long day here at the labs.”

“Uh huh.”

“And, maybe it’s just me, but things have changed.”

“How so?” Cisco was wondering what conclusion HR was leading himself to.

“Things changed when Tracy came into the picture.”

Cisco made a little ‘o’ with his mouth with a little nod before closing it. He pushed a rough sigh past his lips, he was getting really tired of this puppy love game. “Why do you think that?”

“Francisco, she flinches when I get close – almost when I touch her… Does she hate me?”

“I think you and I know the answer to that one. But I think the real question should be: Why do you care so much? Why does it bother you? Do you love her, HR?”

The novelist tensed a bit. “…” HR pursed his lips as Cisco walked around the table that the speed weapon was mounted on. Blueprints were scattered on one table while the glass board held variables and equations he could not decipher. “What?”

“I said what I said,” the mechanical genius smoothly responded. One look at HR and Cisco knew that he was baffled by his forward words. But they needed to be said. “Now run along and use that head of yours to think about what your heart wants. Barry isn’t going to get himself out of the Speedforce.”

***

Cisco’s words mulled through HR’s mind as he breached back to your apartment’s living room.  Only the lamp light on the side table was on. HR’s eyes landed on you, who laid on the couch with the book you had been reading on the back ledge of the couch. The novelist took off his shoes and set down his bag. He had detoured to the bookstore, looking for the next installment of your current book. The Wells doppelganger had assumed you didn’t buy it yet as it was vacant from your bookshelf. The gentle giant stepped silently closer to you; the dim light cast over you like a glow. There were slight bags under your eyes. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Spotting a large and fluffy blanket near, HR grabs it and lays it on top of you. He remembered you mentioned to him prior that you easily get cold, especially at night. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, HR contemplated something before his body moved impulsively. The novelist placed a gentle kiss on your forehead; his lips lingered for a few more seconds. Pulling back, HR watched your chest rise and fall.  He turned the light off and stumbled over to his room with his phone light guiding him. He knew what he was going to write. Cisco’s question pestered him enough though.

Do you love her, HR?

HR took one look out his door before shutting it, his heart squeezed tightly in his chest as he whispered, “Goodnight, my angel.” Only the shadows that lingered were a witness to the fondness laced in those simple words.

***

You woke up with a start, you hand instantly smacking right into your chest. Heavy breaths left you as your nerves were in overdrive. Cold sweat beaded your skin as you gasp for air. It was another night terror – the same one for a few weeks now; a new way in which you caused HR’s death. Swallowing thickly, you screw your eyes tightly shut and whisper the mantra that calmed you down. After a few minutes, you started to regain control of your breathing – the thoughts that ravaged your mind finally ceased like the tides subsiding after a tsunami. You blinked languidly, hating nights like these. They weren’t rare, but they weren’t an uncommon occurrence. Deciding that you needed to step out for some air, you did so with the intent of getting a glass of water from the kitchen. Your fingers found the lights for the dimmers in your room, setting it to its lowest setting for you to see yourself out.

Cracking the door open, you were instantly met with the scene of HR passed out on the couch again. He’s been doing that for around two weeks now, the couch his new base of operations. His mouth was slightly open as little snores escaped him. A lovestruck smile crossed your features at the sight. Papers were littered around him, on the ground, and on the tables. Must be the manuscript he’s working on for his final draft. I hope I can read it at some point. Coming back from the kitchen with the water in hand you couldn’t help but stop to admire the sight. You noticed the glasses still perched on his face. Moving as silent as a ninja, you inched closer to pull off the glasses from his face. They’ll break if he keeps them on while he sleeps. Then he won’t see for shit when reading things. You nibbled on your bottom lip as your eyes drifted to the papers. One peek won’t hurt anyone. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Seating yourself on the ground, you leaned your back against the foundation of the couch. You were opposite to where HR’s upper body was. If there were any telltale signs of him waking, you’d hightail out before he could fully wake up and process what you were doing. Picking up a small stack, you started sifting through them. Your mind became engrossed with the words – the beginnings of the story he had spun about his adventures as to how he came to Earth-1. Then… mentions of an angel eluded you. It couldn’t be Tracy, could it? I know they broke up, but… on the other hand, it doesn’t mean that he can’t say that she was his angel at the time. Like a character development thing leading to their break up?? Well fuck, I don’t even think he’d mention such a personal thing in his book. I know I wouldn’t… would I? I don’t know. A little smile danced at your lips while you read on about the synonymous things regarding Team Flash that you failed to notice HR rouse from sleep.

“Do you like it?” Lethargy intertwined his words. A stunned noise left you as you clutched the papers. You turned to see HR rubbing his eyes before gazing at you.

I could get lost in those eyes if I stared too long.

“Uh, yeah, its- it’s really good,” you stuttered, setting the papers down in your lap. Embarrassment of getting caught gripped you. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind you taking a peek. I don’t have anything to be ashamed of in it.” HR shifted his lithe body to sit next to you on the ground.

“Oh.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“No.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“It’s not that important, I’ll be ok.”

“If you say so,” HR’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I’m here if you want to talk.” You nodded at him, whispering a little thank you. HR ran a hand over his knee, he took a glimpse at you who stared at the papers. He noticed what chapter you hand been reading – the angel was making an appearance in the story. The hair at the back of his neck stood while you thumbed the words on the paper back in forth, just lost in your mind. Your hair was messy from sleep, the bags under your eyes were still there. It killed him how you wouldn’t confide in him anymore. But he didn’t push you. You would open up to him if you wanted to or not, even if he wanted you to do so as so his mind can be at ease with knowing what’s going on with you. Cisco’s question sprang up in his mind once more before he licked his lips, his eyes watching you. “I do.”

You gave HR a strange look. I do, what?

“Tracy wasn’t her.” Realization struck HR the more you whispered with him.

“Huh??”

“I heard this voice before I woke up.” The novelist fully turned to you with intense eyes, the enlightenment in them – the fire that burned brightly. “The tenderness in it could rival any tasteful delight in the multiverse.”

“A voice?”

“Mm, it made me think that only a heavenly deity would have such a voice.” You remained silent as he spoke. “I never got to hear that voice since my coma… until now?”

You tensed at what he was insinuating. “Now?”

“How could I forget?”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“How could I forget about you?” The baritone huskiness in his voice made you melt with the way he said those words. You swallowed, trying to calm the butterflies that raged in the pit of your stomach. “The flowers that were left – beautiful, delicate, yet meaningful. You left those after visiting me.”

“…”

She didn’t deny it. “But you never visited when I was awake because of Tracy.”

“She hates me.”

“And I was too blind to see that until I broke up with her, she threw quite a fit.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because you must have loved her so much that it would be hard to let go.” She was your angel, after all.

“She didn’t even know me. Truly know me.”

“… Did she hurt you?”

“Slightly, but the bruise is gone.” You and he were silent for a moment. Only the sound of a distant car horn was heard from the streets. “You didn’t deny it.”

“Deny what?”

“The flowers, the visit…” HR licked his lips as a rough breath left him. His nerves were climbing, but he needed to do this. “Cisco told me what you did to Savitar when you saw him. How angry you were that Harry had to pry you off him – I was so angry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t know then… but I know now.”

“And?”

“Tracy was never the one written in my story – she didn’t care. She didn’t see me for anything other than a pretty face obsessed with coffee. You did.” HR tucked your hair behind your ear, carefully gauging your reaction. He saw how you tried not to flinch away from him. “Do you hate me?” He asked as he retracted a hand from you, happy that he was at least getting through to you.

“Never could I feel such a way towards you.” You hesitated for a moment before testing the waters. You started to explain, “I- the night you were stabbed by Savitar I… I just broke. I pushed Tracy away, I had Barry rush you back to the labs. You were dying, unconscious on the gurney and… I got to work trying to resuscitate you. I had Cisco take care of Tracy while I worked, I needed space to think clearly, but I couldn’t. When- when the others were preoccupied with Iris’ appearance, I used these powers.” It was now or never. “I was desperate. Your life was hanging by a thread- I didn’t think it was going to work, but nothing else was working. You were bleeding so much. But I had to try. I…” Your glassy eyes locked back on his, your hands pulled close to your body. HR understood now why you never tried touching him. Why you are avoiding getting too close. “Cisco found out, he confronted me. But these powers, life isn’t guaranteed. They’re volatile, unprecedented – regardless of how I feel in the moment the balance can tip between giving a life and taking one.” There was a tightness in your chest as your voice cracked, “I’m cursed, I could hurt you.” I’m dangerous.

“I don’t think you will.”

“You don’t know that!”

“But I do,” HR reached a hand out to hold yours. Tension filled your heart as panic started to settle. “You wouldn’t let yourself hurt me. It would pain you too much.” HR squeezed your slightly shaky hand, his other hand still bound by the cross-sling. “My life is in your hands.”

“How can you trust me so much?”

“Because love cannot be built without a foundation of trust.” He placed a sweet kiss on the knuckles of your hand. “And understanding.” He took the other and kissed it, baby blue eyes shifted back to yours with such intense emotion. The adoration that filled the author to the brim for you. Just for you. Only you. The one who saw him for everything and anything that he is. His safe space – the one other thing he wanted to be for you as well. He wanted to eliminate any fears that resided in your heart, the pain and doubt that remained.

“Do you hate me?”

HR cupped your cheek tenderly as he leaned close, your heart wanted to stop as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears. Your half-lidded eyes shut slowly as his lips skimmed over your own. “Never in my life, angel,” the novelist whispered as he captured your lips in a tender and sentimental kiss.

Never in my life could I hate the one who my heart has yearned for.

[eyrieofsynapses]

Alright, YJ peeps, listen up, because I’m sick and tired of seeing constant criticism lobbed at YJ for making Wally slower than his comic canon version, Barry and Bart. There’s a very good reason to do this—and it’s completely in Wally’s favor.

Let me preface this by saying that I sincerely love Wally’s comics. I am one hundred percent on board that Wally deserves to be recognized for the badass he is. His 90s comics established the most important elements of the Flash today. We wouldn’t have the Speedforce if it weren’t for him! It’s been defining the Flash for decades! He gets the short stick over and over. It only rubs salt in the wound that people believe Barry’s faster when it’s been stated repeatedly that Wally’s the fastest person in the DC universe. (There are few faster ways to piss me off than to say Barry’s a better Flash than Wally.) 

But. But. YJ was incredibly clever when they made him slower. Why? Wally has to be more creative than Barry because he’s slower, showing his intelligence and building him up to be a better Flash. Don’t believe me? Take a close look at Bloodlines.

Barry and Impulse figure out how to foil Neutron’s first blast of energy on their own. But it’s Wally who figures out that Neutron’s about to release an even more deadly wave with the help of his goggles, which Barry immediately borrows. Wally hand-made his goggles to compensate for his lack of speed. He wouldn’t have had them if he were as fast as the other two. Nobody would’ve realized how much danger they were in, and everyone would have died.

While comic!Wally is definitely smart, he’s so powerful that as the Flash, he can often solve problems just with sheer power. He doesn’t have to be super clever about it most of the time. In YJ, this is true of both Barry and Bart. They can be clever, but they’re heavily reliant on their powers. YJ!Wally has to compensate for lack of power with intelligence. He diversifies his skillset, using a mixture of science, strategy, and superpowers to solve problems instead of relying on sheer force.

Wally isn’t just slower; he also can’t control his momentum. Barry and Bart can dissipate kinetic energy at will, while he has to find ways to get rid of it. But he turns it to his advantage. 

Pay attention to how he fights. You’ll notice he often cannonballs into people and uses acrobatics instead of flat-out running. He can’t bombard someone with a rain of blows the same way, so he dodges and avoids close combat.

There’s a lot more to that, but in a nutshell: Wally’s fighting style is significantly more complex than Barry’s. I’m not saying Barry never uses those skills, but I can’t remember any time we saw him do it. Wally learned to do that on his own, and he figured out how to incorporate other people’s fighting styles into his repertoire. Remember the acrobatics? Who wants to bet he picked that up from Dick?

Which brings me to my next point: Wally works better with the Team not just because he grew up with them, but because he has to cooperate with others to make the best of his skills. Wally can’t just blaze through things. He has to conserve his energy and make the best of his speed. In the Team, they have to piece together where he’ll be the most effective. It forces him to stop and consider what he’s doing and how it’ll impact the overall picture, taming his impulsive behavior.

Think about his attitude in the pilot. He races on ahead, alerting the enemy to their presence and nearly getting himself killed. Over the course of the season, he learns stealth and patience, which we see repeatedly demonstrated in the last few episodes.

Back to Bloodlines for a moment. When Wally, Barry, and Bart initially show up to the disaster scene, Barry runs headlong into the danger. Bart follows him. Wally, however, stops to talk to the police captain and gather information about the situation. Barry and Bart join them afterward. They proceed to speed-talk at each other, coming up with a plan… and then instead of explaining it to Wally, they just tell him to follow their lead.

Barry and Bart were impulsive while he stopped to think. Wally was a better team player: the other two didn’t include him in their planning, thus missing crucial details and potentially putting him in danger.

Their plan works in the short-term. But when they think they’ve solved it, Wally takes a second look, analyzing the situation and double-checking that they’re finished. If they stopped ahead of time and took a moment to consider what was happening, they might’ve noticed the energy problem sooner and come up with a better solution.

Worst of all, Barry rushes in again to pull Neutron out the second time. He only survives because of Bart. Yes, it’s because they’re short on time, but again: this might’ve been prevented sooner if they thought things through.

What does it say that Wally patiently paid attention to detail and was more thoughtful than his experienced mentor?

Yes, some of this is stuff he might have learned with advanced speed. But would he really have to be so thoughtful about how he uses his abilities? Not likely. 

Nor would he have incorporated science and gear into his skillset. Among other things, he knows how to make an EMP and recognizes where to apply it in Homefront. Dick’s their tech whiz, but Wally comes up with technological and scientific solutions that he can’t.

But Wally doesn’t only use science and technology in ways his uncle and cousin can’t or won’t. He thinks differently about problems. 

In Bloodlines, Barry and Bart assume the coast is clear after they take down Neutron the first time. They only consider things within the vast range of their powers, assuming that covers everything. Wally thinks about what they can’t see. He’s more limited, so he’s learned to take every piece of a situation into account.

Basically: Wally is much more flexible than his faster counterparts. He adapts far better to adverse situations because he’s forced to make small-scale accommodations on a daily basis. Because of that, he’s able to come up with better solutions, work better in a team, and solve problems without his powers.

And may I remind all of you: YJ Wally GAVE HIMSELF HIS POWERS, but his comic version got them without effort! The Speedforce bestowed them on him without his involvement! 

People, YJ!Wally is a goddamn genius prodigy. We forget it sometimes because of his early-on immaturity and his jokes, but seriously, Wally’s far and away one of the smartest people in the YJ universe. YJ Wally is a distinctively unique Flash character because of his wit and intelligence!

But guess what? Guess what the real cherry on top is? If they bring Wally back in the fourth season at a full speed, he’ll be the fastest and the wisest Flash. He’ll know how to apply his new powers in ways that the others would never think of. Because he’s spent so much time applying science to his abilities, he’ll know how to use his new powers in sync with it, whereas Bart and Barry won’t think on those levels. 

Best of all, Wally’s the best team player. He’ll be incredible with both the original Team and anyone else he has to work with. 

Think about it. A full-speed Flash with Wally’s technological brilliance, intelligence, observance, and teamwork skills? He’ll be unstoppable.

So please shut up about how YJ did Wally dirty. It’s a thousand times more interesting to watch him work out how to solve a problem rather than just solve it in a snap with his powers. If anything, YJ improved his character and made him better.

[finwalker]

Name: Finn Walker

Nickname: Wally

Birth Date: June 27, 1986

Age: 35

Zodiac: Cancer

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (but isn’t out)

Occupation: Host of the Late Night Show/Owner of the Wave

Living Situation: 4 bedroom/2 bath house in Old Bridgeport

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY TWs: Abortion, Broken bones, Cancer

PAST

Finn Abraham Walker was born on a rainy day in London to mom, Pam, a primary school teacher, and father William, an architect. If you asked his parents, they would describe him as a rambunctious child, trying to stand and walk well before he was supposed to and always managing to get himself into places he shouldn’t have been. Finn loved to play outside and get dirty and would oftentimes throw fits when he had to go inside.

When Finn was nearly four, his father got offered a huge commission to move to the U.S. and work for one of the biggest architectural firms in the country, he couldn’t refuse so after getting their affairs in order, they moved to Bridgeport. Finn was still too young to understand and his parents knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to settle in.

They moved into the Old Bridgeport neighborhood, and his father, being the busy worker that he was, decided to tear down the old house they had purchased and start fresh from the ground up. Finn didn’t mind helping his dad but would rather be climbing trees or digging holes than handing his dad nails. As Finn got older, and started school, his parents began to take note of how often their son had friends over, friends that he could play soccer with, or baseball, and they decided to channel that into letting him play sports.

It didn’t take long for him to get noticed and soon, coaches were asking him to join their teams and hopefully bring them out of the losing streaks they seemed to be in. Finn was happy to help and soon found himself on both the soccer and baseball teams. He quickly became a favorite among the coaches, not that he knew of course, he was just having fun doing what he loved with people he loved.

When he met Ruby for the first time, it was like they had known one another their entire lives, even though he was only 8. She was a much needed distraction from sports and he found himself liking that idea. They soon became inseparable, spending all the time he didn’t have practice or a game, with her. He had had no notion of what a crush was or felt like, all he knew was that he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.

As they grew up, he had to watch as she dated other people, all of them losers, in his opinion, and he was always there to lend a shoulder when they would break up. He always assumed his feelings of anger towards the people who hurt her was just because she was his best friend but he knew that wasn’t the case. He loved her and none of those boys she dated would ever be good enough for her.

He hid his feelings of course, not wanting to ruin their friendship, and for a while, things were back to normal until the day she showed up at his house, eyes puffy and red from crying. Her latest boyfriend had broken up with her a few days before the dance and she was devastated. They had agreed to go together because that was what single people did. It was at the dance, after watching her ex attempt to reconcile that Finn knew he had to say something. So, after pulling her away, he led her to the dance floor and after several flubs and long sighs, he confessed to her how he felt.

To no one’s surprise, they started dating soon after. Two years passed and it came time for graduation, the couple already making plans to try the long distance thing since they had both been accepted to different schools. But then, everything changed. Ruby came to him with news that she was pregnant. Finn of course, was happy because he felt it was a sign that they were meant to be, that they would last. He was naïve of course but that still didn’t stop him from wanting to shout it from the rooftops.

 He thought that Ruby felt the same way so imagine his surprise when she sat him down and told him that she had made the decision to terminate the pregnancy. He was shocked at first but the shock turned to anger. They rarely fought but this time, it got ugly. They both said some hurtful things to one another and by the end of it, Finn had told her it was over and broke up with her, storming out of the room. Graduation came and went and as soon as he was able, Finn took his athletic scholarship and moved back to London to attend college.

He was only into his first year when he was presented with an opportunity to play professionally with one of the best teams in the country and of course, Finn accepted the offer. The best part was that he didn’t have to move. It seemed like things were finally falling into place for him. He already had a guaranteed spot on the team but to be fair to everyone else, decided to try out anyway. He was outmaneuvering everyone, really showing to them why he got the position, when he took a hard hit to his ankle from a teammate. He fell to the ground, grabbing his ankle in pain. He thought it might have just been bruised or sprained but looking at the x-rays, seeing the bone in several pieces, he knew it was over. His chance of playing professionally was over.  

He fell into a depression, stopped caring about anything and his grades started to slip. He was on academic probation and at risk of being kicked out of school. He left his education behind and started working odd jobs just to pay the bills. The only solace during this time were chats on Facebook with Ruby. They weren’t as close as they once were but after the way he had acted, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. Their relationship was strained and they only grew further apart when he found out she had gotten married. 

It wasn’t until he ran into an old friend that his life started to get back on track. He worked at a local radio station as the night show host and he was looking for a cohost. Finn reluctantly took the job but soon found himself enjoying it immensely. After working there for six months, he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He re-enrolled in college and got his degree in Communication.

After graduation, he was hired by the same radio station where he got his start as the new night show host. He worked there for 12 amazing years before getting a call that would force him back to the one place he didn’t want to be.

PRESENT

Finn moved back to Bridgeport after his found out that his father was sick. They had found something during a routine exam that was concerning and after weeks of not knowing, it confirmed his father’s cancer diagnosis. His mother told him it wasn’t necessary for him to come back because his father was still healthy but Finn doesn’t want to take any chances and miss out on opportunities to spend time with his dad so while conflicted, he decided to move home.

He has found a nice house in Old Bridgeport and has been there now for a month while he waits for all of his things to arrive from London. When he heard about the Wave, Bridgeport’s Radio Station, being up for sale, he figured it was fate. He put in an offer and has just found out that it was approved.

He wishes he could go back and change how he reacted to the news of the abortion and the way he treated Ruby in the aftermath. He still loves her, part of him always will. He wants to make amends but isn’t sure how to do that, or if she even wants too.