#Barry who has just started looking for her sees her across the room

[icedteaandoldlace]

Alright, I've got it figured out now. I've been torn on whether Cisco and Kamilla's first dance song for their wedding should be something slow and romantic or fast and peppy, and now I've got it, and this way it can be kind of both.

So it starts out with Winn on the piano, playing a soft, slow, wedding-ified version of Only One. (Can Winn actually play piano outside of Barry and Kara's musical dream? Don't know, don't care, he can now.) Cisco leads Kamilla onto the dance floor, doing that thing where they're holding hands and keeping a wide distance apart, and she walks in a big circle until she's standing right in front of him. Bart sings the first verse solo (I couldn't decide before if adult Bart and Nora should be at the wedding, but, well, looks like they are now). Cisco and Kamilla begin with a few basic ballroom dance steps. They both look a little tentative, but they get through it gracefully and without any missteps. It's a perfectly romantic moment, and it looks like it's gonna be a pretty standard first dance for them.

At the end of the first verse, Winn takes over for the last couple of lines (Kendall's part of the song). The nervous look on Cisco's face suddenly disappears. Holding Kamilla's gaze, he very slightly tilts his head forward in half a nod. Kamilla subtly nods back. They both grin, and as the chorus starts, several things happen at once: more instruments start playing, the tempo picks up as the bass drops, Barry takes the lead on vocals, and Cisco dramatically spins Kamilla out and they go full Fred and Ginger, to the surprise of several of their guests.

Iris's jaw is on the floor. Chester is losing his mind. Caitlin is beaming. She knew Cisco could dance because he's mentioned music being a big part of all Ramon family gatherings before, but she's never seen him do it when he wasn't goofing off. Barry of course knew what the plan was, but he's still thrilled to see it actually happening and to be a part of it. He takes his eyes off the happy twirling couple only long enough to direct the first half of the second verse to Iris, who smiles right back at him, and then he gets his head back in the game.

Why the heck it never occurred to me before that Barry should be singing at Cisco's wedding, idk, but he leads for the rest of the song, with Bart and Winn's voices harmonizing beautifully with his (and jumping into small solos where it makes sense for them to), and Cisco and Kamilla absolutely killing it on the dance floor, their eyes locked on each other the whole time.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

let's pretend that this is the right timeline because what if Dick becomes Batman at the same time when Wally becomes The Flash?

let's also say that this is just like the Justice League animated series wherein the League members don't know each member's identities (except of course Bruce, he knows everybody).

how funny would it be if Dick and Wally are together and the rest of the League are confused because all of a sudden Batman and Flash are close like super close? i mean they have witnessed how Flash gets intimidated by Batman. now, that's not the case anymore.

during a meeting:

Hal, leaning to John during a League meeting, whispers: I'm not losing my mind, right?

John, whispers back: I think I know what you mean.

Hal: Why is Flash making heart eyes to Bats????

John: I know??? Flash doesn't even look him in the eyes before.

Hal: That's so odd, dude.

Batman glances at the two Green Lanterns which makes them shut up.

meanwhile, across the table, Martian Manhunter has a light smile on his lips and Superman covers his laugh with a cough.

-

at the cafeteria:

Ollie: Hey, Dinah. Have you noticed something unusual between Batman and Flash lately?

Dinah: It is quite unusual, huh? I was talking to Hawkgirl the other day and she said she saw Flash bridal carry Bats.

Ollie: What the actual fu-

Flash, approaches the couple's table with a big bowl of nachos on his hand: Hey, guys! Mind if I sit with you?

Ollie and Dinah give a knowing look at each other. a conversation they definitely will finish later.

-

during in an another planet mission:

Batman, after announcing everyone's partners for the mission:... And lastly, I will pair up with Flash in today's mission.

Flash grins widely, that has Arthur thinking his cheeks might be hurting after that.

Arthur: Yeah, yeah. At this point, we already know, Bats!

the Green Lanterns, along with Captain Marvel and Booster Gold, snicker at his comment.

Batman ignores Arthur's comment and the rest of the members scatter to their assigned locations.

Victor, who was paired with Arthur: Was gonna give that comment too.

Arthur: It's like they are inseparable all of a sudden.

Victor, shakes his head: Well, I have seen weirder things.

-

in the meeting hall:

Wonder Woman, pulls Batman in the corner of the room: Okay, that's enough. You are truly ignoring me. What is going on with you lately?

Batman: Did the rest of the League put you up to this?

Wonder Woman, has her hands on her hips: They didn't need to. So, tell me. And don't you ever lie to me, I can see right through you, Batman.

Batman, sighs: It's hard for me to explain. I can't-I can't tell you right now.

Wonder Woman: Hera! Now, Bru-Batman.

before Batman responses, the door of the meeting hall opens and in comes Robin with his katana. the conversations between the League members come to a stop as they stare at the young hero.

Robin, glances at everyone, before approaching Flash: I need help with an important matter.

Flash, smiles and ruffles Robin's hair, as if that's second nature: Of course, little dude.

Hal, stands up from his seat: THAT'S IT! Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on????

Ollie, stands up with him: Are we in another dimension that I don't know about?????

Dinah pulls Ollie down by his arm to make him sit again.

the rest of the League members start to converse against each other.

Superman, floats a bit from his seat: Why don't we all settle down? There's nothing to be alarmed about.

Robin, shakes his head: Tt. Absolute fools.

by the time Bruce and Barry are back:

-

Bruce, pinches the bridge of his nose: Chum, you could at least be discreet with Wally.

Dick: It's not my fault, B! I swear I was going to explain to Aunt Diana then Dami entered the room.

Damian: Tt. Don't blame me, Grayson. Why don't you lecture West on how to be more responsible? He left me on read when I asked help for my Science project.

Dick, sighs: And what about Timmy? He could have helped.

Damian: I don't want anything to do with Drake.

Bruce massages his temples as he feels a headache coming up.

-

Barry: Wally!!!!

Wally, zooms right in front of Barry: I couldn't help it, okay?? Dick is just irresistible.

Iris giggles as she prepares the table for dinner.

Barry, sighs: That's alright. I'll talk to Bats on how we can explain it to the team.

Wally, grins and sits down by the table: It was hard not to laugh at them. They were so confused.

Barry, chuckles: I'm sure Hal's expression was the funniest.

Wally, laughs: You have no idea, Uncle Barry.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is Cass's brother

So! Back when David Cain was making his "Perfect Weapon", he came across a complication.

Lady Shiva, the woman who was set to give him his Weapon, was pregnant with Twins.

He decided that the Spare was useless to him, and that he needed to devote all his time to the Weapon. He was about to give it up, or maybe just dispose of it, when he decided that it was fine to keep it. A Spare is still a Spare after all, if the Weapon ever failed or died, he could start from scratch.

So, Danny was raised for the first 8 years of his life as a Spare Weapon. He didn't get the same rigorous training that Cass did, as she was the main focus, but he was still trained in the basics. Even a Spare Weapon need maintenance after all.

Then, when he was 8, Cass broke into his Cell Room and ran from the Base with him. She knew that once she escaped, Danny would be the next one to suffer, so she took him as well.

Unfortunately, they got seperated somewhere in Illinois when they got caught by some of David's mercenaries.

Cass kept going, running all across the country before ending up in Gotham at 15 (1 year earlier than normal). There, she got adopted by Bruce Wayne and became the Vigilante, Orphan. She never stopped looking for her brother, but at the very least she knew that he must have escaped David Cain's men. They were focused specifically on her after all.

Cass had enlisted the help of her new Family to search for him. DNA tracking, Facial Recognition, even asking some of their Underworld Contacts for information.

Unfortunately, they had no leads. Until one day when one of their Facial Recognition Programs finally picks up on a Match.

The face of a Small Time Hero in Illinois.

...

When Danny and Cass got seperated, he ended up in Amity Park. After a few days of Wandering, he was found by Jazz, who then took him to her Parents and convinced them to Adopt him.

When Danny is 14, he is in a Lab Accident that turns him into a Halfa. Using his New Powers and Old Training, Danny manages to keep his new Family and Home safe from the Ghosts coming through the Fentons Portal. He becomes a Hero basically, even though he doesn't really want to attention.

He thanks the Ancients when he finds out about the Media Blackout Amity is Under. He guesses it's not great, but at least he is safe for now.

He continues like this until one day when he is 16, and there is a knock on the Door.

He opens it, and stands shocked when he sees his Sister. Not Jazz, the wonderful woman who took him in and taught him how to speak all those years ago. The one who has acted as his Older Sister for the past 5 years.

His Sister. His Twin. Cass.

After a moment of Shock, they simultaneously go in for a Hug and start to cry a little.

After a few minutes of calming down, Danny introduces his Sister to his bewildered Family. Cass likewise introduces her Adoptive Brother, Dick, who came along to make sure she was safe on the trip.

While Dick and the Fentons get acquainted, Danny takes Cass up to his room to talk.

She explains what happened after they got seperated, what she is doing there, and how she found him.

She tells him that she had originally come to Amity to bring him to her new Family, but she could see the love he held for the Fentons. Also the town needed its Hero.

Danny is shocked that she even found him through the Media Blackout, but not so much at the fact that she nailed his secret identity on sight. She was always observant after all.

After that, Cass and Dick stay in Amity for a few weeks so Danny and Cass can catch up. He introduces her to his friends, shows her around his parents Lab, and even let's her meet some of his kore friendly Rogues.

They are just having a great time.

...

Back in Gotham, Batman just got a very frantic call from Barry.

"Bruce, I just came back from the future!" Shouted Barry through the Comms.

"Explain." Demanded Batman. Barry knew better than to Time Travel without just cause. If he was forced to time travel, it was serious.

"A Villain shows up, an Apocalyptic Level Villain." Barry explains, "He destroys Everything. And I mean Everything. None of us can stop him, he has too many powers to combat. Flight, Invisibility, Intangiblity, Energy Beams, Energy Constructs, Ice Manipulation, Weather Manipulation, Electrokinesis, the list goes on."

"How do we stop him?" Asked Batman. This was dangerous, a Villain with even half of those powers was deadly already.

"It's complicated, but I think he followed me and another Hero back in Time. I think it may be a Closed Time Loop. He is the catalyst for his own creation."

"Is there any way to break the Loop? What is the main driving force to his Creation?" Asks Batman.

"Well, I know his name at least. He goes by Phantom, but his real name is Danny Fenton." Barry explains.

Bruce feels his heart grow cold. He knows both of those names.

Phantom, aka Danny Fenton, aka Daniel Cain.

Cassandra's Brother.

Barry seems to hesitate, before continuing, "...and as far as I know, the catalyst for his creation is the death of Orphan in Amity Park."

[supercorpkid]

How You Get the Girl - Final

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers, Barry Allen.

Word Count: 3335.

Part 1 / Part 2

Lena holds your face firmly, planting kisses all over it, making it impossible for you to move. Not that you would—there's nowhere else you'd rather be. You wouldn't move even if the room was on fire.

"I can't believe this is real." she whispers between kisses. Your cheeks flush, not because of her words, but the raw, desperate sincerity in her voice. It makes you feel like the most amazing person in the entire multiverse.

"Mhm, you know," you say, pausing between her soft pecks on your lips, "I love all this, but maybe we shouldn't be at CatCO anymore."

Lena pulls back slightly, her face betraying a flash of insecurity. Kissing someone that looks exactly like her employee at the workplace, one in a committed relationship even, clearly unsettles her.

"Okay, you're right." She slips into CEO mode so quickly it startles you. Pacing the room, she starts brainstorming. "Should I sell CatCO? Or find someone to run it for me and come back to this Earth on sporadically occasions? But what’s the point? Should we be worrying about which universe we're going to and—"

You get up from the couch, silencing her with a kiss. She's left breathless, lips shiny and red, staring at you as if you've taken all the words from her. "You were asking a lot of important questions, honey, but I was thinking of something else. I meant we should go to your place. I'm pretty sure there's a bed there, and we'd be much more comfortable."

"You know what? You do have good ideas!" She grins, and you can't help but mirror her smile. This smile. This one is new. Something your Earth's Lena never did.

"Look at that, I found a difference," you say, kissing the corner of her mouth. "That smile, I've never seen it before."

"I've never given it before."

You raise your eyebrows, surprised. "It's mine?"

"All yours." Lena says with such depth it knocks the air out of your lungs. And you realize she’s not just talking about the smile.

Lena looks at the ring on your finger, and you give her a nod. There's a lot to be scared of while facing this new reality you both wished into existence, but figuring out where to go next shouldn't be one of them. Yet, Lena's sweaty hands gripping yours tell you she didn't get the memo.

By now, you have traveled to so many Earths that they all look different and somewhat the same. It's hard to explain. The novelty of new worlds has started to wear off.

"Hey Barry!" 

"Y/N!" Barry exclaims, his voice filled with surprise. "And Lena?" His eyes drop to your intertwined hands. "Wait, which Earth are you guys from?"

"Earth-99," you say, pointing to yourself. He nods, recognizing you. Then you point to Lena. "Earth-242."

Barry's eyes widen, and he stays silent for a moment. You don't rush him, knowing he needs time to process. "Okay, wait a minute. Kara told you about the Earth I visited?" You nod. "So you went to a different Earth and found a Lena that loves you?" You nod again. After a pause, he adds, "Please don't tell me you're here because—"

"You guys could use my powers," you interrupt, raising your eyebrows suggestively. "And you could use her brains."

Barry looks like he wants to argue, but he can't. Not when he’s the guy who makes some of the most questionable decisions across many worlds. "I guess this is kind of my fault, isn't it?"

"One hundred percent started with you, yeah."

"Well—" He still seems like he wants to argue, but then something clicks. He realizes you and Lena could be valuable assets to the team. Soon, he smiles like a child. "Fine, you guys can stay. Welcome to Earth-1! Oh, and the S.T.A.R. Labs. The team will love having you here."

Lena looks around with a huge smile on her face. "Oh, I'm going to like this place."

You can't help but mirror her smile, seeing how excited she is. "If you're happy, I'm home."

Barry gestures for you both to follow him. "Let's go tell the others."

Earth-242 loses its Lena. She sells CatCo, donates some of her money, and invests the rest in her friends. Initially, they seem upset, but when they see her smiling at you, their anger softens. They want her to be happy, and she is happy. If they find it awkward that she is dating you, they don't mention it, and you’re grateful for that.

Assuming it would have been the same on your Earth, however, was a clear misjudgment of your friends' characters.

"So," Lena is helping you pack. She carefully folds your clothes while you toss them haphazardly into a box. "When are you going to tell your friends?"

"Well, I sent my resignation letter from CatCo a few minutes ago, which pretty much means Kara will be barging in through the window anytime now."

Lena comes closer, "And you're sure, right?" Her hands make way to your face and her touch is so good you lean into it without a second thought. "Darling?"

"Hm?" Lena has her eyebrows raised in question while waiting for your answer. "I've never been more sure about anything else in my life, ok?" You hold her waist and smile at her insecure expression. "You and I working in S.T.A.R labs sounds like a dream."

"There's no Kara in his universe." Lena makes sure you remember that. 

"Yeah I know." You kiss her forehead and smile. "We'll be fine, honey." She still looks uncertain. "Come on, Lena. I can live without Kara just fine."

"Oh really?" Kara barges in through the window that very second and you roll your eyes at the situation. Great, here she comes right on time. "You can live without me, huh?" 

You've never seen Kara this upset before, not while looking at you anyway. Perhaps at one super villain that got her really mad. But not you, never you.

"Kar," Your heart beats faster while you approach her. "I can explain. That was completely out of context." 

"Well then, please." Kara points at you, then glances at Lena behind you. "What is Lena doing here? I thought she was at headquarters."

"Right." You gesture for Lena to come closer. "Kara, this is Lena from Earth-242."

"Hi!" Lena smiles kindly. "I know this is confusing, you look exactly like the Kara from my universe too."

Kara's mouth opens and closes, unable to form a sentence.

"Well, Lena and I are together!" You smile brightly, throwing your arm around her. "And we're moving to Earth-1. Barry got us a job at S.T.A.R. labs and so we're packing my things."

One of Kara's eyes blinks, just one, while she tries to comprehend all that you're saying. She stumbles back into the bed, and lets herself fall into it with a murmured, "What?"

"I emailed in my resignation letter to Ms. Grant today, I was terrified to face her."

Kara clutches her chest. "What?"

"Darling," Lena calls your attention and you look at her. "Maybe go slower." She points to the door. "I'll be packing your kitchen stuff. You two can take your time."

Kara isn't listening to you. She fires off question after question, without giving you time to answer. So, you stay silent, watching her process everything.

"You're leaving? With a Lena? You're dating Lena? Oh my Gosh, you did love Lena. And I said it was crazy. But it is crazy. It's so crazy you're dating a different Lena from another universe and you're moving to Barry's universe? Is that even legal?" Kara reaches for her comm. "Emergency meeting in the headquarters, something insane is about to happen."

You sigh, looking at her, about to argue, but Kara points a firm finger at you. "Get your Lena there. Now."

"You know you're not my boss, right?" One hard look later, you call out, "Honey, we're going to the headquarters!"

You and Lena make it to the headquarters with Kara on your tow, so she is sure you two won't vanish into another universe (her words, not yours). The whole team is there already and Lena squeezes your hand a little stronger when she senses your anxiety.

"Hey," She whispers close to your ear. "They love you, they'll be happy that you're happy." You look at her, swallowing hard as she assures you with her eyes. "And if not –" She taps on your ring lightly.

"Is that…" Lena narrows her eyes at her counterpart waltzing in the headquarters hand-in-hand with you. "Me?"

"Hi everyone. This is Lena, from Earth-242." You decide to tell them all at once, so they can't argue. “She’s my girlfriend. We’re very happy, and we’re moving to Earth-1 together and working at S.T.A.R labs.” 

Kara points at you, “See! Something crazy!”

“It’s not crazy.” You huff annoyed, even though all of your friends are looking at you like you just grew a second head. “It’s love!”

Earth-99 Lena, it’s the first one to say, “well, this is awkward.”

“No, no. There’s nothing awkward about this.” But they are all looking at each other trying to understand how to best react to this. 

J'onn clears his throat. "Well, I wish you both good luck on your journey." He says getting opposite reactions from everyone else. He ignores them, and comes closer, shaking both yours and your girlfriend's hands. "I hope you two find happiness on Earth-1, and visit us anytime you have a chance." 

"What the fuck!" Alex exclaims from behind him.

"You'll be missed, Y/N, but I understand your decision." J'onn looks back at the others. "I'll patrol the city while you continue this conversation."

For a moment, the room is silent, but then Kara takes a deep breath, and everyone starts talking at once.

"You're crazy!" 

"This is insane!" 

"Are you shitting me?"

When they finally stop, they all look at each other, seemingly agreeing on a plan.

"Earth-242 Lena, can we talk to you?" Kara starts.

And at the same time, this Earth Lena looks at you, “Can we talk in private?” 

You agree with your head and follow her into a private room in the headquarters. Only Kara would be able to listen to your conversation, but you don’t think she is dying to know what’s happening inside this room when she is quizzing your girlfriend to death in another one. 

“So, you’re dating… me.”

You bite your tongue. How will you get yourself out of this one? “Well, you said that we’re all different people, remember?” 

She doesn’t, by the way she is looking at you completely lost. You’re not surprised she doesn't recall the moment when everything changed in your life, she was, as always, barely aware of your presence.

"I asked about it and you said there wouldn't be a paradox. We're different individuals."

"Well, yes, but she's still me somehow." She seems to be carefully choosing her words, but when she speaks again, you don't think she chose the right ones. "Isn't that the reason you're with her? I mean, you barely know her. What you know is because she reminds you of me."

"That's not true. You two are different."

She doesn't believe that, but for the sake of winning this argument she lets it slide. "Then how do you know that you're in love with her?"

"Sometimes there's no proof. Sometimes you just know."

She stares at you in disbelief and repeats, "Darling, she is me." 

"No, she isn't. And you wanna know why?" Lena raises her eyebrows, encouraging you to speak. "Because she loves me. Because, God, Lena, she can give me everything you never could. Love and smiles and—" You turn around, you can't look at her face while you say that. "We've been falling into beds together, and in each other's arms. Just loving each other so hard, I can't even remember what it's like to be a mess over someone who never gave a damn about me." You breathe out. "So, do I still need to tell you how she brought me back to life?"

She doesn't talk for what it feels like an eternity. You never once thought this was how you were going to confess your feelings for her. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. It might never have mattered in the first place.

You turn around slowly, Lena's eyes are filled with unshed tears. "Smiles?"

"What?" 

"She can give you smiles?" She repeats. You're sure you've said many, many words after that one, but 'smiles' is the word she decides to focus on. You nod slightly and Lena lets out an incredulous laughter. "Like I never smiled at you?"

"Different smiles."

"Different smiles, okay." Lena parrots, wiping her eyes even though no tears have fallen yet. "So, what? You jumped into different universes to find a version of me that would give you different smiles?"

"Shut up." You try to push past her, but she blocks you. "You don't get it. You'll never get it."

"Why?" Lena's voice is small, despite her standing tall in front of you, blocking your escape.

"Because!" You try to move past her, but she holds your wrists, pinning you against the wall.

"Because what? Say it!" Lena growls with such intensity, a hard gaze flickering between your mouth and your eyes.

"Because you wouldn't love me!" You yell.

Lena blinks at you. The splash of blue in her eye takes you off guard, you've never noticed it before. You knew that about your Lena, but you hadn't realized all of them had just a tiny bit of heterochromia. 

Then she finally blinks away a tear. You hold your breath to the small tear rolling down her cheek and time just stops between you. You both get so caught up in the moment, she lets go of your wrists, hands dropping to her sides. You swallow deep while raising your hand to her face. Your thumb brushes softly against her skin to clean a single tear she shed for you. 

You smile. "Different smiles, different tears." You explain. "I know you're confused, and I was confused too. For so long I was confused about this. But then I kissed her, and now I know."

"Well, maybe you need to be confused again." Lena pushes you further into the wall, no space for you to even breathe without having your body fully pressed against hers. 

You know what's coming next, and here's the thing, you could fight it but it doesn't even seem worth it. 

So when Lena kisses you, you think back of the many Lenas you've kissed in different universes. The sweet familiar pecks; The passionate disgraceful kisses; The 'you're mine' kisses; The 'I wish you were mine' ones; The many lips and tongues and hands; And then this one.

When she breaks the kiss for air, you have a dopey smile on your face and a light behind your eyes, you don't think it was there before.

Lena smiles too, satisfied with herself. And if you're being fair, you don't think you've ever seen this smile on her face. 

"Ok. So now that I have you confused again," She starts and you think she keeps talking, something about how to keep you on this Earth and get the other Lena back home or whatever. You're not even sure, you're not listening. Body buzzing so loud, you're shaking. 

"Sorry, I've got to —" You run to the door, since now she's given you enough space to do so. 

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Oh." You offer her a smile, the first one since this whole conversation started. You see, the other ones, they weren't for her. "I'm going home."

She looks puzzled, so you give her more information.

"You know, Lena, when you have perfect, 'almost' is never enough." You run back into the main space, you think Lena is right behind you but you're not sure, can't see her. You're not even aware if there's anyone in this place except for her. Your Lena, the Lena. 

She's caught by surprise when you hold her hand, but is quick to get up and ignore the last question fired at her by the three musketeers. "She's done explaining herself to you. We're going home."

"Wait —" Kara tries.

"No." You keep making your way out.

"Y/N, please." You think you hear Lena's voice, but it could've been Kara, or maybe even Alex, you don't care. But your escape is put to a halt, and you turn around with a frown on your face.

"No, you guys don't get it. And we don't have to explain ourselves. I love her. This one." You raise your intertwined fingers so they all can see it. "This Lena is the one for me. And you can accept that and be happy that I'm finally happy, or not. But what you can't do is try to mess up with this. Do you all get me? Me and my girlfriend are moving to Earth-1, we're starting a life together. Because she is the one I want. And no other Lena will ever do. No other person will ever do." 

You look back at her and see the smile. Different, unabashed, yours. Earth-99 Lena might have a thousand different smiles you've never seen, but you don't care about them. You like this one. This one is yours.

You look at her, doe-eyed. "You're with me?"

"I'll die." She whispers. "I'll die a sure death if I can't be with you."

Epilogue.

"Honey, do you know if Barry is bringing Iris?" You ask, going to the kitchen. Lena is organizing the many dips she bought so they look nice. She has her hair down in messy little waves, a large t-shirt and comfortable sweatpants. Barefoot on the kitchen floor, and not even an ounce of make up on her face. You smile at the perfect sight. "Why are you making all of that? It's just a game night with our friends."

"You know your friends from Earth-99 are coming too. And yes, Iris is coming too." She accepts the kiss you plant on her cheek with a bright smile. 

You peek inside one box. "You bought potstickers just for Kara, didn't you?"

"And the special beer Alex likes, and I snuck the new prototype out of the lab so I can show Winn." Lena says, sounding more excited to see your friends than you.

"That's why they love you a lot more than they love me." You joke and she chuckles, holding you from behind.

"I'm just happy they came around."

You turn around so you can face her, but her arms never leave your waist. You kiss her forehead and peck her lips.

"They would be crazy not to. You're the best Lena in the multiverse, even they can't deny that."

"How about Earth-17 Lena who helps every other Earth when they are in crisis? You know, the one responsible for this." She raises her eyebrows and you know what she means.

"No one's responsible for this, but us. If we hadn't kissed, we would never know." Your finger goes to her chin and you tilt it the slightest so you can kiss her better. And God, how is it possible that every kiss you share with her, feels the exact same as that first one. Explosive, urgent and in perfect harmony. "Just don't tell Barry that, or he might kick us out of S.T.A.R. labs."

"We're indispensable at the labs, darling."

"No. You are indispensable. I'm just the comic relief." You joke and Lena laughs as bright and easy as the sun. And shit, this Lena is so much better than any other Lena. Not only because she is yours, but like, damn, look at her. You're sure, you'd have died many deaths if it wasn't for her.

[cameronspecial]

Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 8)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Drug Use, Drinking, Driving While Impaired and Overdose.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: An argument with Wards sends Rafe to the hospital and this brings Y/N to a sudden realization.

A/N: This does deal with a serious subject matter and if you are suffering from an addiction, please know that you are not alone and that there are many ways that you can seek help. If I got anything wrong or forgot a warning, please let me know.

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Rafe wakes up the next morning with the worst hangover of his life and he groans at the realization of what happened last night. He carefully makes his way to his bathroom to freshen up. The sound of him moving the debris around with his foot is the only thing that can be heard in his room. After finishing up in the bathroom, he decides to get something to eat and drink to hopefully help cure his hangover. However, the mention of his name coming from his dad’s office stops him in his tracks.

“I can’t believe you would say those things to Rafe, Ward. You know that wasn’t true,” Rose criticizes her husband with a disapproving look. Ward rounds the corner of his desk, sitting on the edge and bringing her between his legs, “I did what I had to do Rose. With her back in town, Rafe needs to be reminded of where he belongs and I will keep reminding him of where he is needed. Just like I did when he was applying for university.” Rafe’s eyebrows knit in confusion. Rose lets out a sigh. 

“Did you really have to do that? I think he really did want to go to the UK.”

“No, he only wanted to be there because that’s where she was going. If I hadn’t deleted his acceptance emails and sent him fake rejection letters, he would’ve followed her across the world to only realize he made a mistake.”

Ward’s confession causes Rafe to see red. He opens the partially closed door and barges into the room, “You had no right to do that! I wanted the choice to choose and I would’ve chosen England even if Y/N wasn’t going because it would get me away from you.” Ward’s shocked look on his face indicates he wasn’t planning on Rafe what he had done. “No, you wouldn’t have, Rafe. You never talked about that possibility before you started dating Y/N.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that you never gave me a choice? You had my life planned for me without giving me a chance to think about what I wanted. When I started dating Y/N, she made me realize that travelling abroad was an option that I never considered but found interesting. You know, if you had given me the chance, my plan was to go to England to make some foreign connections to, maybe, expand the business there. But, no, you don’t think I was smart enough to think of anything intelligent for the company.” 

At the end of his rant, Rafe just shakes his head and leaves the room. He takes his keys out of his pocket with the plans of heading to Barry’s. 

——

Rafe enters the trailer without knocking, earning a surprise look from the resident of the house. “Country club, you can’t just barge in like that. What if I had a lady over?” Barry complains, getting up from his couch. Rafe ignores him, rifling through Barry’s stuff, “Where’s your coke? I need more.” Barry just gives him an apologetic look. 

“Sorry, country club. I’m afraid I’m fresh out.”

“No, you’re not. I see powder under your nose. You wouldn’t finish all of your stash.” 

“Okay, you caught my lie. But I’m cutting you off. You’re good for business, but as your ‘friend’, I am worried about you.”

“Worried about me, my ass. If you aren’t going to give it to me, then I’ll just go to someone else. I’m tired of people thinking they know what’s best for me.”

——

Rafe has been going from party to party looking for someone who would give him the drugs he needed, but he couldn’t find a single dealer anywhere. The lack of drugs didn’t stop him from drinking any alcohol he found. It was only at the last party late into the night that he found someone. “You got coke?” Rafe questions in more of an authoritative tone than an inquisitive one. The tall blonde looks over at him, “You got cash?” He pulls out a thousand, not caring if he is overpaying, all he cares about is the substance that will make him forget the pain. She doesn’t say a thing as he hands it over and gives him several small baggies of white powder. 

He exits the party, hopping into his car. Rafe forms the lines of the powder into several rows on the dashboard. He begins to snort his normal amount of cocaine. As he finishes the final line, he shifts the car out of the park and heads over to the beach. The hour-long drive to his normal beach from the Cut side of the island is worth the quiet sounds of the waves. Rafe sits by himself on the sand and that is when he starts to notice how suddenly feels colder than the warmer summer night should be making him. His hands are clammy for some unknown reason. The next thing he notices is the manner in which his body begins to feel a little limp. He lifts his hand and it falls down as if he has no bones. Finally, his slow breathing is the last thing to catch his attention before his eyelids close to bring him to sleep. 

——

Mason has been driving around the whole of the island trying to pin Rafe down. Find My Friend had been left on for both of them and when Wheezie called informing Mason of the argument she overheard, he hopped in his car and began his chase. Rafe never stayed in one place for too long, so seeing him stay at the beach for longer than thirty minutes, Mason feels like his prayers were answered. The first thing Mason sees as he checks Rafe’s car is the residue from the drug on the dashboard. Worry floods his system, realizing that Rafe has been driving while intoxicated.

Mason runs to the beach and his whole body is filled with apprehension upon witnessing Rafe’s lying on the beach. He runs towards Rafe, pulling out his phone to call 911. After informing the dispatcher of where he is and what happened, he checks for breath that is not there  and begins CPR. Once Rafe starts breathing again, Mason lays Rafe on his side to protect him from choking on his vomit. Hearing the siren from the paramedics helps relieve some of Mason's stress. 

——

When Y/N got the call early in the morning, she didn’t care what state she was in, she took her mom’s car and sped to the hospital. Her normally cautious driving style is thrown out the window as she speeds through yellow lights and stop signs. She hastily parks the car and runs to the hospital room number Mason told her. Seeing Rafe in the hospital bed almost brings Y/N to her knees. Instead, she buries her head into her brother’s chest and lets her emotions release itself. After a few minutes of crying in Mason’s hug, she looks up at him. “How is he?” she whispers, casting a glance at the sleeping figure. 

“He’s stable. Doc says he should make a full recovery. She thinks the coke he snorted was laced with fentanyl.”

“Are you okay? It must have been hard to see him like that.”

Now, it is Mason’s turn to unleash his emotions. He leans forward and places his head into the crook of her neck. She feels his tears leak onto her skin. “He wasn’t breathing. His lips were turning blue. I thought we were going to lose him,” he cries to her. 

“I know, I know. I wish I could’ve been there for you.”

“I don’t. I don’t want you to ever have to see him like that. It would break you.”

“You’re right. I just wish someone was there with you. Has his family seen him yet?”

“They have, but they are in the cafeteria for some breakfast while he is asleep.”

“Right, makes sense. You should probably get something to eat too. I’ll stay with him. I promise.”

Mason nods his head and places a gentle kiss on her forehead before he goes to eat. Y/N sits down on the chair beside the bed, taking his hand into hers and resting her head against his thigh. She lets herself release a few more tears she has been keeping in because of the thought of losing him. She lifts her head up, placing a kiss on the back of his hand. “I really wish you would have talked to someone about how you’ve been feeling instead of turning towards drugs. If you would’ve come to me, I wouldn’t have turned you away. I would’ve tried to help you. I promise,” she whispers to him. “If you want me, I promise that I’ll help you get sober because I can’t see you like this again.” She takes her phone out to cancel her flight. There is no way she is going to leave with him in the position he is in. Y/N doesn’t remember falling asleep with her head on his bed. 

Rafe groggily wakes up without an understanding of where he is or what happened, but when he sees Y/N, relief spreads over him and he places his hand softly on top of her head. He runs his fingers through her hair. He can’t believe she is here for him. He doesn’t remember why he is here, yet he is thankful that she is. He can’t stop the pull of sleep calling him back. 

——

The entrance of a nurse wakes Y/N from her slumber. “Hi, sweetie. I’m just here to give back his personal belongings,” the older lady informs her, handing Y/N the large Ziploc bag of Rafe’s possessions. The nurse leaves the room and Y/N takes the time to open the bag. She finds the normal things, like his wallet, his keys, the clothes he was wearing and his phone, but one thing sticks out to her. A gold chain with a circular pendant hanging from it. She takes the necklace into her hand and flips over the charm to see a familiar-looking rose imprinted on it. She can’t believe he actually kept the necklace she gave him. He must have been wearing it if it was in the bag with his stuff. How long has he kept it with him, she wonders. A feeling of warmth spreads through her body. 

This whole time she thought that he hated her, that any love he had for her went out the window when she broke his heart in his dorm room five years ago. Sure everyone keeps telling her that she is the only person he could ever love, but she didn’t exactly believe them because of how he treated her. However, seeing this symbol of their relationship changes everything for her. If he held onto this, then a small part of him must have been holding onto her. This causes her to feel strange in some way she can’t understand. Hope she didn’t know she was holding onto her flourishes through her. She doesn’t know what this means for them, but she does know what she needs to do. 

Y/N gets up from her seat, placing a kiss on his cheek. “We are going to figure this out, Cameron. I know we can,” she mumbles against his cheek. She places the necklace around her neck and brings the pendant up to her lips.

——

Cole opens the door with a smile on his face that drops once he sees the serious look on her face. “Is everything alright?” he asks, moving out of the way so that she can enter the hotel room. She just looks at him with a sad look. “Rafe is in the hospital. He overdosed,” she croaks out, letting herself be wrapped into his hug. He kisses her forehead. 

“I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Yes, but not in the way that you expect. Cole, I’m sorry to say this but I think we should take a pause on our relationship. I’m not asking for a break-up, but I just need some time to figure things out at the moment. This might be strange to you, but I need to help him recover. I know he is going to need me.”

“No, I understand. You and Rafe have a special connection and I know how important that will be in helping him get sober. Take all the time you need. Come back to me when you are ready. I’ll be waiting.” 

Y/N looks up at him with wonder in her eyes, “I don’t deserve how understanding you are. Thank you. I promise that I’ll come back once I have him settled.” She knows what she said isn’t technically a lie, but a small part of her thinks it might not be the entire truth. 

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[obxone]

The Only One

Edited-ish. ~875 words.

The bedroom door bangs open as you rifle through your backpack, hunting for a fresh set of clothes. Your head snaps up to see Rafe Cameron in the doorway. His tall, athletic body fills the frame, his chest rising and falling quickly, and a manic look on his face until he spots you. His lips part, brow furrowing as he peers at you while you stand inside Barry’s bedroom in nothing but a towel. Your skin is still littered with water drops from your shower and the room smells like sex even now. Rafe's attention shifts to the mussed sheets before diverting back to you. A knowing look dawns across his face.

“Maybank.”

“Cameron.”

“I said I’m out!” Barry yells behind him. “Get the fuck out of my room, Rafe!”

“What’s she doing here?” He asks, jerking his chin to you when Barry steps into the room. 

Barry laughs, eyeing you in only a towel, his towel. He drags his thumb over his bottom lip before turning to Rafe. “You don’t got to worry about that, Country Club.”

Your stare back at Rafe, challenging him to press the matter. “What?”

Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, he continues to openly check you out with a knowing look in his eyes. You know the thoughts that race through his mind, the images playing over and over, the sounds he probably faintly hears, the lingering touches he imagines. 

“You want to fuck her too, don’t you?” Barry claps Rafe on the shoulder, squeezing tightly. Rafe does not move to knock his hand off. Instead, he stares at you and Barry watches the kook with a prideful smirk.

The tension in the room shifts, and your skin tingles from the knowing smirk that begins to tug at Rafe’s lips. The promise of an unspoken secret rushing to be heard. His darkening eyes rake over your chest before moving back to your face. You stare back at him, and without a word from your mouth, he knows that he has the upper hand.

Rafe’s attention shifts to Barry before that trademark assured, magnetic laugh falls from his perfect lips. “I already did.”

You bite your lip and look at Barry then. His head whips around, lips parted in surprise as he gapes at you. You shrug, tilting your head to the side as your look at Barry. “What? You thought you were the only one?”

“Fuck, Peach.”

Rafe’s attention is back on you as both men openly stare at you. You can imagine the thoughts racing through their minds. One is pissed, and the other is clearly oozing with pride that he had you first.

“Now that we've covered who I've fucked, get out.” Your tone is sharp as you jerk your chin toward the door. “Both of you.”

Rafe smirks again and he bobs his head once, lips turned up as he takes a step back before he tears those heated blue eyes away from you. Barry shakes his head, still trying to understand what he just heard. 

“Cameron,” you call, and Rafe pauses, his hand on the doorframe as he looks over his shoulder at you. “You going to Figure 8?”

He does not have to respond; you already know he is. 

“Wait outside, I need a ride.”

He smirks before going as Barry mumbles to himself and follows behind him.

After getting your work clothes on, you slip out of the trailer without meeting anyone’s stare or making conversation. The few that remain are fully aware of what has transpired in the other room. You spot Rafe by his bike. His eyes rake over your body as you cross the porch. The Island Club attire you are forced to wear shows the outline of your curves without exposing too much. His bottom lip catches between his teeth again and your cheeks threaten to burn from his stare that is still fixated on you.

“Damn, Pogues, man,” Barry mutters, leaning against the railing as you start to pass him. “Do whatever the fuck you want, huh?”

You smirk and lean toward him. “I said I would fuck you Barry, I never said I was your girlfriend.” You step away, and he laughs with a shake of his head. “My father’s debts are paid.”

“Whatever you say, Peach.” He calls as you near Rafe. “You’ll be back. He won’t stay clean for long!”

You wave without looking back at him before you take the helmet Rafe offers without a word. You roll your eyes as he stares at you, waiting for you to explain yourself in the usual kook way of a stern stare. The stare-down continues, and you hear someone laugh from the porch.

Eventually, you break the silence, aware of the minutes you are losing, as you tug his helmet onto your head. “I’m going to be late,” you huff.

Again, he is silent. But he does reach forward and buckle the strap under your chin after he throws his leg over the bike to straddle it. 

“Get on, Peach.”

You roll your eyes but do as he says. He starts the bike and kicks the stand up. Without warning, he starts off, and you quickly wrap your arms around his torso, leaving Barry’s trailer and The Cut behind you without a second glance. 

(This is a story idea I'm playing with. Do you want more?)

[awfulwriter123]

JumpScare ( Rhea Ripley X Reader One-shot)

Okay, i know i said i was not going to any one-shot's yes and i was going to start small, but its the spooky season and this came to mind with it being Halloween and with the Five Night's At Freddy's movie coming out, (anyone excited for that btw!?) so bare with me. As always criticism and tips are appreciated and happy reading everyone!! ❤️❤️

Warning's: Short and rhea being a dick....and not in that way...ya weirdo's

-No one's pov-

"Oh god, why did i have to do this to myself!?" you said to yourself as you had the Five Night's At Freddy's (1) game opened and ready to go. Deciding to give it a shot since the first couple of game's were on sale for Halloween you thought "why not?" now you regret this decision.

"Okay, deep breath. First night should be fine right?! It's after that i gotta worry, you got this!" You hyped yourself up as you clicked 'New Game' and Night One 12:00 AM flashed across your screen. "Okay here we go."

-Meanwhile downstairs-

Rhea deiced to take a brake after cleaning up the house a bit, Considering you did it alot while she was on the road. She told you "Go find something to do love, let me clean for you, you've done enough." To which you kissed her on the cheek and thanked her multiple times while practically sprinting up the stairs.

Now here she was sitting on the couch with Barry's head in her lap, and Luna lounging around on the other side of the couch. Scrolling through her phone trying to find something to entertain herself during this mini break she was having.

"AHH!" You mother fucker!!" She heard coming from upstairs. She raised her eyebrow as she shot a look at the dogs, who obviously heard you considering both there head's and ear's were perked up and listening closely now.

"You fucken rabbit! Fuck off please I need the power!!!" She heard again. She chuckled to herself as she deiced to see what you were up to.

She slowly and as quietly as possible crept up the stair's and peered into your work room. She saw you playing....Five Night's At Freddy's!? She never knew you were into the games, let alone willing to PLAY them, but then she saw how tense you were and decided to have a bit of fun.

So as slowly and as quietly as she could she crept over, As Chica appeared at the door causing you to close it. "Great the gang's all here!! Now it's a party!! Go away!!!" You shouted basically at the monitor.

Rhea had to cover her mouth to stifle her laugh, as it would've blow her cover. She almost didn't scare you cause she felt bad. Almost.

"Oh come on 6 AM, Im almost out of power!" Rhea looked over to the top left side of the screen and saw 'Power 1%'. She waited for the right moment. 'Power 0%' all of the lights in the game went out and the door's opened.

"RAHHHHGGG!!!" "AHHHHH!!!!" You quickly spun around in your chair and threw your headphones off as you felt someone grab your shoulder's, only to find your lovable eradicator standing there dying of laughter.

"OH MY GOD!!! HA! HA! HA! THAT WAS GREAT!!!! SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!! HA! HA!" She wiped a tear from her eye as you pouted and crossed your arms as your turned red from embarrassment.

"Your such a dick for that Rhea!" You smacked her arm, to which just giggled from it, trying not to laugh anymore. You then saw her eye's look behind you towards you monitor. "Im sorry babe, but i dont think your making it out of that one."

You looked behind you to see Freddy's face flashing in the doorway. You threw your hands up in aggravation and plopped back down into your chair. "Aw great you fucken bear, just killed me and get it over with!"

When the lights flickered off, you braced yourself for the jumpscare. Which never came cause you could hear the music start to play and your screen showed 5:59 AM switch to 6:00 AM.

You quickly squealed in excitement and hugged rhea as well, and who was she to reject one of your hug's? As you pulled away and looked at her. "I did it! i did it!!" You then proceeded to start doing a mini happy dance.

"What night was that anyways?" You paused your dancing as rhea asked that. "Uhhhhh....well you see.." Your screen flashed, '12:00 AM 2nd Night'.

Rhea just stared at you with a look of amusement and was about to say something when you pointed at her. "Not. A. Word." And sat back down in your chair and put your headset back on to try and beat the 2nd night.

You quickly looked to your left to see rhea pull up a spare chair and sit next to you to watch you play. You gave her a look of confusion and gratitude as you didn't have to suffer this alone.

When she looked at you and saw the look you were giving her, all she said was. "Ah i owe you, since i was a dick and scared you." She gave you a big smile. Which gave right back before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and then quickly turn back to the game to try and beat the 2nd night.

Now you just had to figure out how to get rhea back for that jumpscare.

[anistarrose]

okay serious inquiries now, i wanna hear about the adopted ango fic and freak4freak4freak4freak 👀

(WIP meme here, still taking asks!)

thank you once again, fex! I feel like I've mentioned the Lucretia adopts Angus fic to you before, it's the one where she raises him on the Bureau and he even gets to have an ambiguously evil Red Robe uncle (who is allowed to give him piano lessons, because Lucretia is a total softie).

more relevant to the only writing I've completed, though, is the way THB meet Angus on the Bureau, and Angus actually sneaks off to get on the Rockport Limited with them once he hears there's a murder mystery in play. Lucretia obviously panics about this, because she does not want her son getting anywhere near a Relic — and this Angus & Taako scene is dealing with the fallout. the writing's old and there's stuff I'd change but the skeleton of it holds up, IMO. bit of outsider-looking-in on Ango and Lucretia's relationship:

Taako raps on the door to Angus’s room, trying not to sound neither too threatening nor too invested. “Hey, it’s, uh — it’s cha boy. Taako. Can I… come in?” “Whatever,” Angus sniffs, which is…  Well, Taako hasn’t known Angus for long, but that doesn’t sound at all like the polite, oddly mature little pipsqueak Taako’s gotten so used to seeing around the Bureau. He really is upset. Shit.  Taako wishes he could just send in the big armored teddy bear instead, ‘cause Magnus might comfort the kid with some actual success — but of course, Taako had to be the only one loitering to hear two distinct voices being raised in the Director’s office. To see Angus bolting out of a debriefing with his actual mom, covering his face with his hat and making a mad dash for his bedroom across the quad. Angus clearly loves his mom, and the Director clearly loves her kid. Taako never got any bad vibes from either — just vibes of a weird kid, in the care a parent with a weird enough job, that things cancelled out and everyone’s weird, weird needs got met. In a way he’d never admit, it actually made Taako kind of jealous. But Angus is upset, probably shedding tears, over the debriefing-turned-argument that Taako didn’t mean to overhear — So he opens the door, and steps into Angus’s room.

Angus has trauma and it's causing him to catastrophize about the argument, worrying his Mom will send him off the Bureau to keep him safe and he'll lose the only family he has. so Taako kind of clumsily, uncomfortably, tries to reassure Angus — that because "the Director" cared enough to adopt him, she would never throw him out for nothing.

but then... Angus spills the beans. the Director has "a brother" who definitely isn't bio-related to her, but the adopted nature of their family doesn't keep them from having an extremely terse relationship that they only even keep that civil for Angus's sake. so Angus is very scared that if two people he thinks are good people could have chosen to be family once, but then turn out Like That, then who's to say the same won't happen to him?

obviously, Taako isn't even getting the "evil Red Robe" piece of information in the story — but even so, he just has no idea of how to respond to that.

*

also, freaky found family! that was the one I was actually writing most actively before work picked up, but you can expect me to finish it as soon as I'm unemployed again if not sooner lmao. it's BLT Trio plus Kravitz (or Reaper Squad plus Taako, if you prefer) hurt/comfort and cuddling, but it starts out with house hunting fluff:

Kravitz sniffs the air, in the direction of the charred crater in the wall. “Is it just me, or is there, like… a smell coming from the Hole? I mean, we agreed the house is probably on the market because of the Hole —” “Yeah, oh, completely. But the — the Hunger smell? Dav figured out a couple days back that baking soda can handle it.” Barry puts his hand on his hip, shaking his head and smiling. “Never had to figure that one out before, the way things were, but — but good ol’ sodium bicarb, turns out that does the trick —” “Oh, good,” Kravitz says. “I have lots of that on hand to deal with zombies.” “Ah, mix it into your salt circles, right?” “Obviously. I like a three-to-one ratio. Does the job, and cost-effective.” “Man, they should — uh, they should pay you to go on baking soda commercials.” “I’ll keep that in mind, Barry.”

[big-ass-magnet]

Relatively Speaking, This Will Probably Be Fine (Ch 2)

Fandom: Girl Genius Rating: T Summary: Barry has left Agatha in the care of his mother, Teodora. As far as anyone knows, she is the daughter of a family friend and Teodora's ward, keeping her company while her sons are missing and her husband's illness keeps him on death's doorstep. It is up to Lady Teodora to ensure that no one questions this story.

A prequel to 'Helpful, in a Heterodyne Sort of Way'!

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The important thing, Teodora knew, was to get ahead of any rumors before they could start. Even the possibility of a new Heterodyne would bring the eyes of Europa onto them.

So the day after Barry left, Teodora took Agatha Sannikova with her to the market.

Teodora had made a point not to let her sons’ disappearance or her husband’s illness interrupt her schedule, even after all this time. She hoped it brought a sense of normalcy to the people of Mechanicsburg in a time of such uncertainty. The Heterodynes are out of reach, the Jägers are gone, an outsider rules the town, but it is Wednesday and Lady Teodora is going to the market.

Sometimes she worried it was instead a reminder of a family dead in all but name, the last survivor and the only one they didn’t need.

The moment she set foot outside, she knew she had been right to move quickly. All eyes fixed on the little girl at her side. She saw people drifting together in twos and threes, whispering to each other, a hopeful hunger in their expressions.

“Now, you stay close, Agatha,” Teodora said as they approached the market stalls.

“Yes, Ms Teodora,” Agatha said obediently. Teodora saw that reach the people’s ears, souring hope with the first touch of uncertainty. She prayed this would work. Oh, why couldn't Barry have taken the girl to Punch and Judy? But she had not been able to find the strength to insist. Now that she knew Agatha existed, Teodora wanted her close.

“We’re going to go straight to the grocer’s first, but on our way back, I want you to look around at the stores and pick out two new things for your room. You'll be living with me from now on, and I want the house to feel like a home to you.”

Agatha gave her a strange sort of smile—the indulgent kind an adult might give a child who was being unrealistic.

“Okay.”

And sure enough, on the way home, the things Agatha considered were all small trinkets, things that could be easily tucked into a bag or a pocket. Barry had been right—the lack of stability had begun to take its toll.

“How about one of those paintings?” Teodora suggested. “Maybe that one, with the clank in the forest? Your uncle said you like clanks.”

“It is pretty,” Agatha said, softly, longingly. But then she shook her head. “Too big.”

“They’ll bring it to the house if you don’t want to carry it.”

Again that indulgent smile.

“To fit in my bag, Ms Teodora. And too expensive to leave behind.”

“You don’t have to put it in a bag—”

But Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Look at that!”

She obediently did not release Teodora’s hand, but instead dragged her all the way across the road to a little cart of novelty clocks. All eyes were on Agatha now, and Teodora’s heart began to beat faster. If this didn’t work—if Agatha didn’t—if the people didn’t care about the—

The clockmaker had been keeping his hands busy, and showing off his skill, by assembling a clock right at the stall. Agatha stood on tiptoes to see all the pieces and tools, her eyes shining.

“Wow!”

“You like it?” he asked, pleased. He lifted the half-finished clock and turned the back to Agatha so she could see the mechanism. “Go on, push that button there.”

“But it’s not done yet,” Agatha said. “I can see the pieces that are missing.”

The clockmaker’s eyes lit up, and a wave of nausea rolled over Teodora.

“Can you now?” he said, smiling. “Well it can still run, even without all the parts.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Just can’t keep time very well.”

Warily, eyeing the clockmaker as if he might be pulling some trick, Agatha reached out and pushed the button. A tiny counterweight dropped, and cogs began to turn. Agatha watched, eyes alight, fixing her attention on each part of the mechanism one at a time, fascinated by their intricate movements.

“It sounds so much prettier than a pocket watch,” she said.

“That’ll be the pendulum. You can’t put one in a watch, ‘cause it only works properly when it’s stable. As soon as you move it around, physics kicks in and plays hob on the tempo.”

“What if you built it so the pendulum ignored the physics?”

The clockmaker smiled, folded his hands on the table before him, and leaned forward. His manner was casual, but he was eager, and all around Teodora could feel the Mechanicsburg crowd begin to form around them. Moths to the Heterodyne flame. 

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

Agatha gnawed on her lip, eyes flicking over the clockwork.

“Something gyroscopic—no, but that would only be good for keeping it still. Maybe some sort of counterweight! Something that could—”

Suddenly she let out a cry of pain and grabbed her head.

“Ow! Ow, ow ow—”

Teodora wrapped her arm around Agatha’s shoulders as the clockmaker sat back, alarmed.

“I didn’t—”

“It’s alright,” Teodora reassured him. “She gets these headaches sometimes, when she gets...overwhelmed.”

And that did it. The light left his eyes. All around them, Mechanicsburg turned away. The whispers faded, the rumors stillborn.  Whoever this mysterious girl was, she wasn’t the mystery they wanted. Whoever heard of a Heterodyne who got headaches when she thought too hard—and over something as simple as clockwork?

“Ah. Poor thing.”

Teodora felt relieved.

And she felt like a monster.

“Come along, dear,” she said, soothingly, leading Agatha away. “Let’s get you home and you can lie down.”

“It hurts,” Agatha sobbed.

“It’ll be alright,” Teodora said, every word burning like hellfire in her mouth. “You just need to be sure to take it slow, next time.”

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Everyone Gets Lost in SALTBURN.

Including me, as I've gloried in this film three times -enduring the annoying Academy aspect ratio format (writer/director/filmmaking genius Emerald Fennell explained this ratio was used to accommadate the squareness of the estate and to enhance close-ups).

I love films that are bold and audacious; ones that are polarizing and divisive because that means it has touched the audience - for good or for bad - they have been given food for thought. Now, you may savour it, or vomit it out but you will wolf it down. I don't see how anyone could look at this film and be bored.

TL;DR

WARNING: MORE SPOILERS THAN ROOMS IN SALTBURN

THE GOOD

EVERYTHING. Barry Keoghan owns every single frame of this film. He gets to use so many colours in his acting palette and while I don't have faith in the Academy, I hope that they nominate him at least.

Same goes for Archie Madekwe as Farleigh. He is the Tom Wambsgans of SALTBURN (complimentary). He's a hanger-on who hates the other hanger-on. Fennell could have just written him as one note - just nasty and cruel bully, but he had more dimensions than that.

We get a glimpse at how he hates that his mother has to beg (by way of Farleigh) for financial support. He could have just been someone who held the attitude of, "I've got mine, now get yours", but it bothers him that his mother is struggling. He hates that he lives a pampered life while the footmen are ignored. I especially love how he has no shame over being taken care of by the Cattons. Kicked out of 3 schools for blowing teachers? Oh, well. Sir James' connections will get him somewhere.

He sets up Oliver to karaoke to The Pet Shop Boys' "Rent" and when Oliver remarks, "Felix, I think this song is yours too." (a line that never failed to pull a reaction from me), Felix doesn't tuck his tail between his legs. He's not embarrased. No, he gladly takes the mic.

Then there is Rosamund Pike who is never not fantastic in everything. Elspeth is so droll, so cutting, yet so loveable.

Pike tosses out these lines that carry such humour in it, effortlessy. Like Farleigh, Elspeth is someone you probably should dislike - not batting an eye when discussing Pamela's death, judgmental, gossipy - but she, like Sir James are charming. Their obliviousness comes across as a mere quirk in their personality versus a deal-breaker.

The humour. This movie is so funny. What I appreciated though is that where most directors would put laughs to diffuse the preceeding scene, Fennell plays it straight. You are sat there without any quip or hammy performance to distract from Oliver drinking Felix's cummy bathwater and lapping the drain for good measure.

Or from Oliver and Venetia's menstrual blood swapping. Or grief stricken Oliver humping Felix's grave. The laughter, however comes from the audience. I've seen it three times so I've experienced three different audience reactions and I was surprised by how much people laughed (and gasped. Or closed their eyes), when to me it was serious bizness.

The first screening I attended had a Q&A with the film's composer, Anthony Willis, and he said that when he does panels with Emerald she always apologies to the audience for the pervisity. Why apologize, Emerald?! Talk your talk!

The only scene I could think of where humour was added to diffuse a scene was when Oliver kills Elspeth and he's draped over her trying (and failing) to put her limp arms around him. I think that was necessary so audiences can go into the end scene of him dancing victoriously through his ill-gotten estate.

-When Felix starts clueing in that Oliver lied. The way the unasked question where they pull up to Oliver's home. You can see that he's taken aback by a supposed addict would live there. Then you can tell the realization is falling on him when he spots the lawn being watered because what hardcore adcict would care about maintaining the lawn? But it's the "Gone Fishin'" sign that made him realize he's been duped. Jacob played it so well because it was very understated. Even the entire scene with Oliver's parents (played by Dorothy Atkinson who displayed that same fierce love of her child in "Pennyworth" and Shaun Dooley who's usually playing a tough nut.).

THE BAD

The bad actually has nothing to do with the film itself. It's the perception of Felix that Jacob Elordi and Emerald Fennell holds. They both paint Felix in the most terrible light with Elordi saying Felix is scarier than his character in EUPHORIA and Fennell calling him callous, misogynistic and racist. While I can see where she paints him as such in the film (leaving Oliver to walk his bike back to campus, not talking to the girl/s he's going to have it off with, just hitting her on the butt and walking off with her, having the very tone-deaf attitude of "not seeing race" by telling Farleigh that he doesn't care that he's "different" from them. But does that make him a truly awful person? Maybe it makes me an apologist because I can see how Felix's life of privilege makes him oblivious on how to treat people.

Fennell says her direction to Elordi was that Felix is a bad kisser and bad at sex because he never has to try; he doesn't need to impress. That makes sense because if one is wealthy and/or conventionally beautifully those things does the heavy lifting and grants you a ton of leeway. Since it works for him, why would he even think he needs to pivot on his behaviour?

I just don't see Felix being a terrible person. He ran interference for Oliver at the bar, he tried to get someone to hook Oliver up with a friend, he ditched the graduation party to support Oliver after the "death" of his father. Duncan was so crushed by Felix's death that he couldn't even close the curtains. Liam or Joshua (the Footmen Farleigh said Felix didn't know the names of) ran off crying after closing the curtains while Felix's body passed by. You would think if he was such a horrid person the staff wouldn't be so affected by his death. He pushed Oliver to stay for dinner at his parents house because he could see how much it meant to them to just have homemade SpagBol and cake.

He may be oblivious and has blindspots, but I'm not buying that he's abominable.

THE REST

-When Venetia is telling the story about the doppleganger, there's a window to the garden behind her and you see a man in a pink shirt walking past, then we cut to the reactions at the table to her story and Felix is wearing a pink shirt. Could it be Felix's doppleganger? A harbinger of his death in the garden? If we take Felix seriously, Saltburn is inhabited by Felix's dead granny. What's one more supernatural occurrence?

-In the credits are images that alludes to what has transpired: we see a spider because Venetia tells Oliver Sir James calls him Spider-Man because she skulks and she says he spins his web, she thinks he's more of a moth (I say he's a kitsune. He's a shapeshifting, beguiling trickster.).

There's a puppet on a string - and that has a dual meaning of the shoebox theatre of Catton family puppets that Felix examines when he first arrives at Saltburn and latter stops in front of at the end when he fixes their memorial rocks atops it; and also how Felix was ultimately a puppet master. There's also an ouroboros and a pair of glasses, which I loved seeing because Oliver sheds his glasses when he gets into Felix's circle. We eventually realize that they were merely an affectation. A costume he adorned to get in order to get into the character as humble, unassuming scholarship kid and shedding him once he was ensconced in Felix's circle.

-I ponder whether Felix truly considered Oliver a friend. Ewan Mitchell's Michael (the other asocial scholarship kid) warned Oliver that Felix would get bored with him. Venetia tells Oliver that she likes him better than the last one. Her words seemed like this is Felix's folly and he does this all the time and Oliver was merely another stray. Then we hear from Felix that a friend he invited had a fling with Venetia and it ruined his friendship. Maybe Felix doesn't get tired of these guys, but they make a mere (perceived) misstep and he ends the friendship. We see it almost happen when Felix yelled at Oliver for making a fuss about the state of his dorm room. Which is why Oliver deployed Operation Dead Dad - he needed a gambit in order to not lose Felix's friendship.

There were a few times where Felix could have ditched Oliver, but he didn't. If he's as flighty as people perceive him to be then I think he would have just made an excuse for Oliver to not attend the fancy dress party. Cancellation wasn't the only option. He could have just pulled an Elspeth and had Sir James make Oliver leave in the dead of the night.

Instead, even after everything he now knows about Oliver's deception, Felix looks crushed after their talk in the maze. His anger from earlier seemingly turned to sadness. Maybe his apparent dejection stemmed from what Oliver said to him: how he was just giving Felix what he wanted; thus (screw you Farleigh, "thus" is a good word) probably making Felix ponder whether everyone around him are playing roles - court jesters trying to appease Felix their king and no relationship he has with anyone outside his family is authentic.

Or maybe Felix had sexual interest in Oliver (because I don't think anyone had a romantic interest in each other in this film; sexual/carnal/opportunistic, yes)? It's powerful when someone obviously wants you. Even if you didn't have any prior interest in that person the, "What if?" or "Why not?" aspect comes into play and you want test how far it could go. Venetia told Oliver, "Felix doesn't like to share his toys. Even the ones he doesn't want to play with anymore." Maybe he just liked male attention, but had no intention of following through. I don't know. Maybe Oliver wasn't the only unreliable narrator.

"I wasn't in love with him."

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Chapter Eight

“Will you have a Bailey’s dear?”

“Oh yeah, thank you, that’d be lovely.”

Claire’s mother Cassandra, who could genuinely be her older sister, strokes her hand down my cheek to my chin and makes an affectionate clucking sound in the same way that her daughter does. They’re alike in so many ways that it’s almost frightening, clones of one another, the understated beauty, the way they’re always touching you, the plump, pouty mouth. Cassandra is the most glamorous woman in Tullamore and everybody knows it. She’s soft cashmere and velvet, the colour champagne and the smell of vanilla, and tonight she’s dressed in beige and white, patient stiletto heels clicking across the tile in her enormous kitchen to get a carved crystal glass for my liqueur. 

“She won’t be long, love.” She calls out to me as I perch on a settee by their roaring fire in the next room, its mantle adorned with eucalyptus leaves and a dozen white pillar candles. 

“Oh it’s fine.” I say. “I’m alright with waiting, your house is so cosy.”

“Oh, thank you.” She replies, delighted, and hands me the glass, half a strawberry floating amongst the ice cubes. “We’re doing a white and gold theme this year for Christmas, since we had our walls painted in Elephant’s Breath last summer I thought we could keep it neutral.”

“It’s beautiful, you’ve done an amazing job.”

“Oh darling, you’re so nice.” She moves around the room looking for something, all long legs like a gazelle, and then peeps under the coffee table to grab a magazine. “I’m going to go into Barry in the other room, he’s watching a film if you’d like to join us.”

“Oh, no I’m fine here.” I say, and she leaves me by the fire where I curl my legs up underneath me and watch the flames dancing in the dim lamp light, sipping from my glass while the logs crackle and I feel like a kid on Christmas in some 90’s movie like Miracle on 34th Street or Home Alone. It’s the day after Christmas so all of the presents have been opened, but Cassandra leaves fake ones under the tree. I think they’re just empty cardboard boxes but they’re wrapped in gold foil paper and tied up beautifully with silk ribbons with the kind of patience and care that I know I will never have for something so arbitrary as a Christmas present, never mind a fake one. I fantasise, the way I often do when I’m by myself in Claire’s house, that I grew up here and had this wonderful, perfect childhood where I got everything I ever wished for and life was always beautiful. 

My phone goes off and I’m distracted from my daydreams as I take it out of my pocket to see a notification on my Instagram. I tap to open the app and read it, and it’s just Marnie commenting on one of my recent drawings. 

Ugh, so talented. 

I hit the home button and the app instantly takes me to a picture Shane uploaded earlier in the day that I haven’t seen yet. I do a double take when I see it. It’s him and Jen. I stare at it for ages, taking it all in, the way that they have their heads smushed together in the frame, both of them grinning. The caption is: The state of us lol. 

It is disquieting to see it for some reason, and as I look down at my phone in my hand I remember my encounter with Jen in that cocktail bar back in November and how she’d mentioned some get together with all the old gang. Here is photographic evidence that it happened, and Shane went, even though he never told me that he did. I stare at the photo some more, Jen has commented underneath it, something about how bad they both look, and then I notice something else in the background of the photo. 

It’s a hand on a table, the rest of the person off screen but I know instinctively who it belongs to by its long painterly fingers, my insides start feeling like something is bouncing around in my guts and before I can stop myself I have already tapped on Jen’s profile. It’s like my body is invaded by something, and it just takes over from my brain and starts performing automated movements, scrolling, tapping, scrolling, tapping. I go to her followers list and start trawling through hundreds of names, nothing familiar, nobody I know, until…

I stop. There it is. NotJTurner. The little icon next to it is the back of his head, a black puffer coat on him, looking out over a winter sky streaked with clouds, and I want to snort with derision. He really is so pretentious, it pisses me off. I tap on the icon anyway. 

There are no photographs of him on the profile. The whole thing is this immaculately curated mood board, every picture taken with what must be some expensive DSLR camera, edited perfectly to fit the theme and capture city life. A man walks his dog while drinking from a takeaway coffee cup in the snow. Two girls climb out of a taxi on a wet night, the lights of the city smeared and reflected on the slick tarmacadam. A symmetrical shot of a skyline, a building with a hundred windows and then a vast expanse of clear cyan sky in the negative space it creates. The more I look the angrier I get and I don’t know why. All of these carefully selected pictures of this perfect Berlin life, everything so aesthetically pleasing, all of it so goddamned good. I hate that he’s good. He’s supposed to be terrible, he’s supposed to be as awful as the feelings he ran away and left me with.

But I can’t look away. Dotted here and there among the street photography are pictures from exhibitions, some sculpture work he’s presumably doing at college and then like me, he’s photographed his sketchbooks, and they’re breathtaking. Deep, dark and moody, faces emerging from blackness on the page. The way he’s captured expression and movement would put stars in Ida’s eyes, and I linger on one page that just hands, some draped over the edge of a bathtub with wrists exposed, dirt beneath the nails, skin taut over the veins, knuckles rough and scabbed and yet they look like they’re ready to start moving off the page. He never showed me his work that summer, I never knew, he never told me it was like this, and I feel more humiliated than ever that I let him see my stupid, childish work that night after the graveyard. And I think of the way he looked at me and said these are really good. I huff out of my nostrils. What a liar. 

I start scrolling faster through the images, blood rushing through me and throb in my face and I know that if anyone asked me I’d have no way of explaining this reaction and this flood of strange feelings that have crashed over me, how the meagre act of looking at someone’s instagram profile could make me feel with such intensity. 

I stop dead with confusion when I see something else among the other posts. Is that… me? Am I looking at my own face? 

I become still and look, and keep looking. Is it really? I stare at the screen and wonder if I’m just making things up out of self-obsession, but it’s undeniable that the face in front of me is my own. Or rather, the faces. Somewhere in the depths of his profile, way down near the bottom is a photograph of a collection of drawings. There are five heads all arranged on a page, each one with a different expression, confusion, scepticism, surprise, contentment, and another that I become transfixed on because I don’t recognise it right away. The girl on the page has bare shoulders, long, unkempt hair that’s coming across her forehead in loose strands over her low straight brows. Her eyes are bright and engaged, and sparkling, as you might even say if you were feeling generous. Her head is tilted forward and the corner of her mouth quirked upwards to create this cheeky, mischievous expression that I never knew I had. When have I ever made that face? 

He’s made me look so free and so easy and so beautiful that I’m sure he’s taken creative liberties. I don’t ever really look like that. These versions of me are from somebody’s imagination, like they’re a character who’s wearing a mask of my face and has enhanced all of the best parts and ignored the way that my shoulders are always hunched and there’s a line etched between my eyebrows. When did he draw these? Why did he draw these? I read the caption. 

Old work. 

That’s all. Of course he doesn’t say anything about who the girl in the drawings is, or what compelled him to draw her, but why would he? There’s a big piece of me that wishes that he’d shown me these before, emailed them to me, anything. How old are they? Are they from that summer on the beach, or sometime afterwards? My mind drifts back to my bedroom in Tullamore where there is a sketchbook hidden away in a big plastic box beneath my bed that contains my own clumsy attempts at drawing him. I remember doing them in the middle of some emotional episode and feeling like I was in some way creating a bridge between our distance, relishing each little zing of pleasure I felt as I remembered another little detail about his beautiful face that I could put to paper. But you couldn’t waterboard those drawings out of me now, never mind convince me to put them up on the internet. 

When I hear Claire coming down the stairs I hastily put my phone back into my pocket. “Hello gorgeous.” She says as she sweeps into the room. “Are you ready to hit the road?”

“Yes!” I say, and I grab my half full glass of Baileys from the coffee table so I can gulp it down in one go. It doesn’t even make me wince. “Let’s get moving.”

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This is for that au roulette thing i reblogged uhh yesterday

AU: Community theatre

Barry's in hell. He died in a horrific car crash and everything that's happened in the last hour has been the universe punishing him for stealing Alex J's cupcake on the last day of 3rd grade. This is the only explanation.

It couldn't possibly be because he's smitten for a very pretty girl he's known only since he forced himself to socialise and volunteered to do lights at the city theatre. How long has it been? Three weeks? Twenty years? Fifteen minutes? 

But she caught him singing to himself and convinced him to sing to her for real. Then when the guy playing the titular character turned out to be an absolute jerkwad, he was shoved into an audition room and now he's sitting in a chair trying not to cringe as Taako paper machés half his face. 

Why they decided to do Phantom of the Opera, Barry will never understand. Their funding is about 20 dollars and a paperclip, but the things Magnus can rig up with some plywood and a quick trip to Home Depot are truly magical. 

The dressing room door opens and in the mirror he sees Lup come up behind him, very obviously suppressing a smile. 

"You're laughing at me," he deadpans.

"No I'm not!" She looks offended at the notion. "It just looks silly before the mask is painted." 

He chances a look at himself, and she's not wrong. There's some glue-water dripping down his chin, he has a makeshift cotton-ball-and-medical-tape eyepatch, and there's a full colour Garfield comic across his forehead. "I can't believe I agreed to this." 

"You'll do great." 

He resists the urge to shake his head as Taako puts another strip of paper on his face. Moving too much is what got him stuck with Garfield. "I haven't been on a stage since I was thirteen. I'm a backstage kind of guy."

"Who can sing like a leading man." 

His face flushes, and even with his half vision he can see Taako roll his eyes. "I'm just glad Greg's finally fucked off," he says. "That guy was getting way too into it." 

Barry frowns. "Really? How?" 

Taako snorts. "You know that guy who played the joker who left, like, gross shit on people's doorsteps?" 

"Nnnnno? I'm not really a celebrities kinda guy." 

Taako covers up the Garfield strip with the last of the newspaper (probably because he knows Lucretia would throw a paintbrush at him if she had to cover a full colour comic with the theatre's mediocre paint) and starts washing his hands. "Well some dude was being a freak about playing the joker cause he's "method" and Greg was also being a freak." 

"It was like he was trying to be the phantom of this theatre," Lup says, "but he didn't seem to realise it doesn't work when we all know he's doing it." 

"Well, I, uh," Barry clears his throat, "I promise I won't be a freak? But, you know, who's gonna do lights now? I mean I-" 

"Magnus," Taako says, flicking the water off his hands. 

"He couldn't take over the phantom?" 

Taako barks a laugh. "Trust me, you do not want to hear Maggie sing." 

"He's not that bad," Lup defends.

"He's not that good either. He's better off sticking to Shakespeare and woodworking." 

Barry's eyebrows raise. "Shakespeare?" 

"Face," Taako scolds. Barry drops his surprise back to neutral. "But yeah, the guy can't sing for shit, and he won't be acting in any blockbusters any time soon, but jeezums can he recite a soliloquy." 

"I can actually understand ol' Willy Shakes when Magnus does it," Lup says. "He was Macbeth last year." 

"Oh, I remember that!" Barry says, "my mom and I came, and afterwards she kept saying how-" 

He's cut off by loud, thundering steps out in the hallway. Somewhere outside the door a booming voice shouts, "TO BE, OR NOT TO BE," the door's thrown open and reveals Magnus, "THAT is the question." 

The three of them stare at him, bewildered. He smiles, "I heard someone say Shakespeare?"

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Not a Normal Day at the Office - 1/1? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: A request based off a funny tweet. Might make this one more chap for smut reasons, but we'll see. Rated T for this chap. Enjoy!

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Synopsis: AU - Iris West has an effect on men, especially in the corporate world. Too bad for them she only wants one. The bumbling new investor to her family company.

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Iris brought the mug to her nose and inhaled deeply.

Jitters coffee was good. She’d give them that. But nothing beat the dark roast her dad made for her every day before they went to work at their company. It was why she stopped by her childhood home every morning even if it was a little out of the way from her apartment. It was just too damn good. She was still convinced Joe West put a little something extra in it to make it so perfect. As of yet though, he’d refused to tell one way or the other.

After a healthy slurp, she set the mug down and wandered into the living room. Her dad was sitting in his favorite chair, dressed in his work wear, but looking as if he had no intention of moving any time soon.

His computer was on his lap, and he looked fully engaged with it. Iris could only see a hint of a picture from where she stood, so she walked closer to get a better look. She should’ve probably wondered why her dad was looking at such a large picture of some stranger with such focus, but instead she felt herself getting a little hot and bothered just from seeing the stranger.

“Ooo, who’s the cute nerd?” she asked, hardly caring what her dad might think and more needing to know asap.

That was when the face on the screen shifted and words tumbled out of the stranger’s mouth – or maybe sounds was better. Some sort of stammering that she couldn’t decipher, mostly because her breathing and the rapid beating of her heart were intermingled in her ears.

She was mortified.

Her dad turned his head to look at her over his shoulder.

“Our newest investor, honey. We’re having an early morning call.”

“Oh,” was all she could manage to force out.

“Why don’t you come here? I’ll introduce you two,” he said dryly.

“Oh, I should get goi-” she tried to move away, but Joe West used his tone on her.

“IRIS.”

She gulped.

“Right,” she muttered and came over, lowering her head so this ‘investor’ could see her pretty face.

“Hi.” She waved awkwardly. “Good to meet you.”

“Good to meet you as well,” the stranger said, but he couldn’t make eye contact.

“I’m Iris,” she introduced herself.

“Barry,” he managed, his gaze flicking to hers for about a millisecond this time.

“We’re having an in-person meeting with all the investors when we get in this morning, Iris,” Joe interrupted.

Her eyes widened, and she whipped her head toward him. She’d have to see this ‘Barry’ in person? After she’d just called his cute? And he could barely look at her?

“We are?” She looked back at Barry, who was looking squarely at her dad. She cleared her throat. “I mean, we are! That’s great news!”

Joe rolled his eyes.

“Okay, you can go, Iris.”

Relieved, she started to move away when Barry blurted the most unexpected thing.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”

Joe and Iris zeroed in on the screen.

“I bet your-” Iris tried.

“WHAT?” Joe boomed simultaneously with his daughter.

“I mean, if that’s not too inappropriate, Mr. West, sir.”

“I think it’s very, ina-”

Iris cut her dad off.

“I’d love to,” she cooed. “See you at the office, Barry.” She smiled flirtatiously and then rose up, turning back across the room to sip some more from her coffee mug.

“I’ll see you there too,” Joe grumbled.

“Oh, but sir, we hadn’t finished tal-”

“I said I’ll see you there,” he said in a clipped tone.

“Right. I’ll see you the-”

Joe cut him off, slamming the laptop down.

Iris pretended not to notice, though she was very much amused.

“What the hell was that for?” her dad demanded, charging into the kitchen moments later.

Iris shrugged innocently.

“He’s cute. What do you want from me?”

“He’s our investor.”

“Which means he doesn’t work at the company, so he isn’t a co-worker or my boss. I’m not breaking any rules.”

Joe fumed, so she turned on him.

“And don’t for one second think you can micromanage my dating life. That might have worked in my early 20s but not when I’m fast approaching 29.”

“He’s not good enough for you,” Joe barked.

Iris put a hand on her hip.

“Just how many times have you talked with this ‘Barry’?”

His jaw clenched.

“This was the first time, wasn’t it?”

His jaw clenched harder.

She smiled serenely and set her mug back down. Then she rounded on her dad, went up on her tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek and patted his shoulder as she walked past him.

“Thanks for the dark roast. I’ll see you at work.”

Joe grumbled something more, but Iris couldn’t make out what he’d said and honestly, she didn’t care.

She had a date to prepare for, and she was eager to meet the man in question.

…

Barry was sweating by the time he got to West Enterprises. He’d never been so reckless in his entire life, and while he was sure his best friend, Ryan Wilder, would applaud him for it the second she found out, he was a nervous wreck.

Asking out Iris West? Joe West’s daughter? In front of him? On Zoom? And she’d said yes?

Was he crazy? Was she crazy? Would this even go anywhere?

Maybe he should cancel.

“No, you dumb-dumb,” he could hear Ryan say in his head. “You got the girl. Now run with it, and don’t screw it up!”

His lips curved up in the slightest smile. Then he looked up through the windows lining the conference room and saw her, and his face fell all over again.

“Shit.”

She was even more beautiful than on the Zoom call. And this was the first time meeting her in person ever. Was he out of his mind? Probably. Was it going to be worth it in the end? Only time would tell, but he had a feeling Ryan would be saying yesyesyesyesyesyesyes…YES! As she tended to do.

An older investor his company gave him the side eye from his cursing, but one look through the window himself, and he understood the young man’s curse. He patted Barry on the shoulder and chuckled, saying something either mockingly or encouragingly about what he should do. Barry couldn’t tell. He’d stopped listening to anything around him. The pounding in his ears was too loud. He gulped.

And then…it happened.

Iris West’s gaze landed on his. A smile graced her beautiful lips, making her pearly whites pop. Her eyes were riveting, a sparkling hazy brown that he could fall into even from this distance. And when she bit her bottom lip and gave him a once-over, he was sure his impending boner would give him away and ruin his reputation and his standing in his company once and for all.

As if he didn’t have enough on his plate, West Enterprises was his last chance to prove to his father that he could make it in this world. He couldn’t afford to lose out.

But then again, Iris West could be the rest of his life.

Just as he was about to approach her, however – just as she was walking through the door – someone else approached her first, talking animatedly. Thankfully, a woman, not that that made much difference. Barry took the opportunity to gather his notes for the meeting, but as distracted as he was by Iris, he forgot to keep his briefcase upright, and Joe West, walking in right after his daughter, witnessed all his notes fall in disarray all over the floor in front of his seat.

Mortified, Barry gathered them as quickly as he could, but he didn’t look away before he caught Joe glaring at him with a sneer on his face. Not exactly the best impression to make on a man that could be his future father-in-law.

“I thought you said you come prepared, Allen,” Joe muttered under his breath.

“I-I do, sir, definitely. I just wasn’t paying attention.” He winced as the words tumbled out of his mouth, but Joe didn’t say another word and so, neither did he. When he looked up again, notes all in order, Iris looked about to be finished talking with the woman who’d stopped her on the way in.

Now was his chance. He at least wanted to say hello.

But just as he was walking over, and her gaze was flitting back to his, someone walking from the coffee machine to the large conference table bumped into him – or rather, he bumped into them, distracted once more by Iris West’s beauty – and an impending coffee stain landed on his freshly-pressed white button-up shirt.

The room froze. Joe recovered first, sighing deeply.

“I am so sor-”

The man waved him off, tossing his coffee cup in favor of another. Thankfully, Iris intervened.

“Here, I have just the thing for that.”

“Iris, we don’t really have time for that. Let Mr. Allen-”

“It’ll only take a minute,” she assured with that brilliant smile of hers, then grabbed Barry’s hand and pulled him out of the conference down the hall to her office where she kept an array of supplies, some specifically for an instance like this.

As fate would have it, the blinds on her office window facing the hallway were kept open, as was the door.

In her defense, she’d thought initially this would only take a minute.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Barry said, watching enraptured as she blotted the coffee stain on his shirt, and he watched as it disappeared.

He wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He wished she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He wished-

She looked up at him and smiled again.

Fuck.

“You’re a little bit of a klutz, aren’t you, Barry?”

He gulped.

“Just when you’re around I’m pretty sure.”

Her smile softened, as she dabbed the spot one last time, then threw the tissue in the trash.

His eyes widened as something occurred to him.

“Not that I’ll be a klutz on our date, of course.” Our date. He couldn’t believe he was saying that about himself and this woman. “I will try very, very, very hard not to be a klutz. On our date. That we’re having. Together. That we haven’t planned. And may never plan.” He frowned, hit with a wave of depression.

But Iris West’s laughter brought him back to the surface.

“How about drinks after work today? Say 5pm?”

He grinned and couldn’t speak for several seconds. It went on so long that Barry couldn’t think if he was still breathing, especially since it was immediately followed up by her curling her delicate fingers around his collar and yanking him to her.

“You really are very cute.”

And then her lips slid across his, and he was positive he’d died and gone to heaven. He was just glad he’d remembered how to kiss in the process and kissed her back.

He couldn’t feel her form as fully as he liked with his hands over her blazer on her waist, but she still felt incredible. And her lips gaze him a buzz he couldn’t deny, especially when one of her hands left his collar to sift through his locks, drawing a moan out of him and making him nearly crumple on top of her.

She laughed against his lips and then drew her mouth to his ear lobe, so she could tug on it with her teeth.

“Holy hell,” he muttered, and she chuckled.

“Did your knees just buckle?” she asked innocently.

He nodded emphatically.

“Thought that kind of thing only happened in the movies,” she mused, dipping her fingers beneath the collar of his suit jacket.

“This is the movies,” he murmured, pulling her to him unknowingly.

Iris tipped his chin up and captured his lips again. From there on out, things escalated fast, her tongue exciting him when it slipped into his mouth and tangled with his own. And when he drew a moan from her, he knew he could die a happy man. Again.

“Ahem.”

They both froze. Iris recovered first, turning her head to look at her dad in amusement.

“Hello, Dad.”

Horrified, all Barry could do was put some distance between himself and Joe West’s daughter. But she wouldn’t let him move too far. She put her hand on his chest immediately and patted it.

“I got the coffee stain out, see?”

“Great,” Joe said sarcastically. “Can we start the meeting now?”

Iris rolled her eyes and then tugged Barry with her until they got to the hall.

“Come on, Bear, my dad’s being a little dramatic and won’t let us have any fun.”

Maybe Barry should’ve been worried at her flippancy about decorum at a company meeting, but he couldn’t think about anything else but her lips and her tongue and how good her body felt beneath his fingertips.

And Bear.

He liked that. He’d never been called that before, but he liked it. As far as he was concerned, Iris West could call him whatever she wanted.

“Drop the hands,” Joe barked just before they reached the conference room. “A business meeting is hardly the place for PDA.”

Barry couldn’t tell if Iris had rolled her eyes again, but she did drop Barry’s hand, and that made him sad.

As a pick-me-up, she turned around, making him nearly run into her, and licked her thumb before rubbing it across his lips and cheek.

“As good as that shade of red looks on you, I don’t think the other investors will like it as much as I do.”

His lips parted, and she winked, then walked into the room as if nothing had happened. Barry composed himself as best as he could and followed suit, his abandoned briefcase a reminder that he was the one doing the presentation today, and Iris West had promptly turned his world upside down.

But by the end of it all, Joe was looking more forgiving, and Iris was looking seriously turned on.

“Can’t wait till 5,” she whispered in his ear, pulling him to the side just before he left and dropping a note in his pocket.

“Me either.”

He grinned so wide his cheeks hurt and almost backed up into the wall. Eventually he turned away, waved awkwardly and made his way to the exit.

“You certainly have a way with men,” her dad commented as he moved past her, having seen the whole interaction of course.

Iris smiled.

“Too bad for the lot of them, I only want this one.”

“What’d you write on the note?”

She glanced at her dad, looking borderline surprised and annoyed but moments later it morphed into amusement.

“My number.”

And a few other things, she thought.

In his car in the parking lot, Barry unfolded the note. He saw the number first and immediately put it into his contacts in his phone.

Then he flipped the note over, and his jaw dropped.

You looked so sexy standing up front looking like-

He folded it over and tucked it back into his pocket, breathing heavily.

He’d save the rest for later.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

The familiar name flew across his phone screen, and he picked it up immediately.

“Ryan, hey.”

“How’d the meeting go? And why do you sound…out of breath?”

“You’re never going to believe what happened.”

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 20

After an exhausting day of Harrison’s sickening loving personality, you actually can’t help but smile as you head to Iris’s place for another girls night. 

The great thing is some of your other friends were available for the weekend. So tomorrow you all are gonna meet up for a much needed two day vacation.

You step up to Iris’s door, sliding in the key as you enter.

“Hey Iris, why don’t we start at the saloon then work our way down tomorrow.” You call. 

There’s no answer, and you close the door, brows furrowed.

“Iris?”

Her car was parked outside.

Your intuition tells you something is wrong. You draw your gun, surveying the room. When your eyes catch the feet of someone. Logic seems to go out the window. The second you step forward, a gun is pointed at your head.

“Peekaboo.”

The blond male is wearing a sinister smile, and you grunt when you’re struck in the jaw. Your body drops to the ground, and you try your best to collect yourself long enough to aim your gun.

“(Y/N)!!”

Iris’s scream from above distracts you. There’s a thud that follows, and he kicks the gun right out of your hand. The body on the ground was not who you assumed. It’s a battered Barry Allen. From the looks of it he’d put up quite a fight. Justin kicks you again in the gut. You grab at his leg, throwing him onto the ground. His body crashes to the ground and you scramble to get your gun. It’s all the way across the room.

“Stop!!” You freeze midstep.

Justin is standing over Barry with his gun aimed at his head.

“Take another step and I’ll blow a hole through his head. “

You lift your hands.

“Okay.”

You need to be smart. Find some way to throw him off. Had you been alone you would have rushed in irrationally. Because truthfully that would be the only way to get the upper hand in this situation. This man is unhinged. So reasoning would be pointless. He was here for revenge. That day when you’d imagined him in the parking lot you should have followed up.

“You’re sloppy.” Justin taunts.

He was right.

“You know when you figured out the method actor was just a distraction, I was impressed. You should switch careers. You’d make a great detective."

 He approaches slowly, and you don’t dare move.

“I mean who would even guess that I planted a bomb. I was curious how you put it all together.”

“What did you do to Iris?”

He smirks.

“Just tied her up. All that struggling in the chair must have really worn her out. From the thud that we heard she’s probably unconscious now. The excessive screaming stopped.”

You glare.

If she’s unconscious there’s a possibility of severe injury. You can’t see, and that’s what leaves you weary. Barry’s injuries also look pretty serious. There’s a bruise on his forehead, and you can only imagine the ones that aren’t currently visible.

“What do you want?”

Now might be time to negotiate.

“Now we’re talking. I want you to tell me exactly what happened that day. “ His expression has changed drastically. He’s no longer cocky, but he looks a bit enraged.

“I know what I saw that day, there was no way you could have stopped me on your own. There was a man in a freaking spandex suit. He didn’t even speak. I saw him for one minute and then just like that he was gone. I’M NOT CRAZY!!”

He sounds deranged for a guy claiming not to be crazy.

“So what, you want me to validate what you said. I’ll do it.”

“No no!!” He shook the gun, and your eyes marked it carefully.

“See that mystery man in red isn’t the only freak I noticed. After I paid off the guard to get me out, I did a little research. Harrison forgets that I was good in all aspects of my job. Hacking a database is simple when you know what to look for. Imagine my surprise when our very own Harrison Wells just transports himself from one place to the next."

His statement stops you cold.

“That got your attention. You don’t look very surprised. You didn’t even flinch.” He starts laughing.

“I have proof too. So what is society going to say when such a highly esteemed man is actually some inhumane freak."

“NO ONE WILL EVER- "

The gunshot echoes, and you stare down at your abdomen in shock. Justin is still smiling, and two more bullets struck you in the chest. You fall backwards, gasping. Looking up, all you can see is the twisted expression on Justin’s face. You try to gather your breath. But between the pain throughout your body, and your fight to stay conscious, you’re struggling.

“Stay awake..stay awake..” 

You don’t even realize that you’re saying it aloud. Justin looks proud of himself.

“You should have never crossed me Yale.”

It’s the last thing that you hear before your body gives up the fight. 

[wroteonedad]

Interstellar (2014) Is A Barry 63 Film

Barry 63: A man photographed with a pint of lager in his hand, the type of man you would see in your local racist pub with the England flag on one wall and the dartboard across from it.

I have never seen a Christopher Nolan film in my life, I think that is one of the most important first things I have to say on this matter. I know nothing about him or his real niche in film, but I think I'm starting to get it. I watched this film on a whim; I had spent my afternoon browsing videos on YouTube from different people discussing the House Oversight video that has just come out of former U.S Intelligence Official David Grusch vaguely confirming that aliens are real. Before he gets pressed into further questioning and he's all like oh lol I can't talk about that part publicly,,,, as if the guy didn't just tell the entire planet that the U.S are storing 'non human' items and living beings somewhere. Anyway. The point is through these videos, a lot of YouTuber's then began to comment on their fascination with space and the idea of other life on other planets, and this went onto another tangent where Interstellar had been vaguely referenced as a point of reference for interest in the galaxy and further out. I guess this is what originally drew me to wanting to watch the film.

Furthermore, there is a lot about Nolan in the press right now, especially with the recent release of Oppenheimer; a movie I literally could not go and see in the cinema because I would so have an autistic meltdown over *that* atomic bomb scene. I've seen the scene anyway since a wonderful person on TikTok decided to film just that one scene in the cinema and post it online. So I decided to do some delving into Interstellar. My boyfriend told me to the best way to consume the film was to not keep turning the volume up and down (something you need to do a lot) because I would get jumpscared by the sudden loud noises, usually of rockets and space explosions. It was easier to instead turn the subtitles on and really listen because if there's anything about Nolan, it's that he loves to mess around with the sound mixing to the point you have no idea what the characters are even saying just so Nolan can make the film more 'realistic', he doesn't need to. I know for a fact I'm not in space.

The film starts off in a post apocalyptic timeline; the crops are starting to run out, your teachers are encouraging you to run a farm in order to survive while also debunking any theories that working with NASA is a terrible idea while you run for your life wearing goggles and facemasks every time the dust storms begin to rage from afar. Life on Earth is doomed, there isn't much time left and scientists are scrambling to find a way to fix that. Cooper is an ex NASA pilot who spends the early plot tending to his farm and looking after his son Tom* who seems to be failing his classes and Murphy, his daughter who follows the same interest in space and figuring out theories and morse code. Murphy is convinced there is a ghost living in her room, a ghost that knocks particular books off the shelf and as a child she tries to discover what is being communicated to her. Cooper on the other hand is convinced that this is actually a gravitational anomaly.

*did I mention that young Tom is played by our favourite Timoji Chalamat, but I feel like people kind of forget that because this was pre Call Me By Your Name? Slay

One night Cooper and Murphy take off to discover where these anomaly's are coming from, discovering some coordinates that end up taking them to a top secret NASA facility; they are stopped and snatched by some robots. The facility is run by Doctor Brand and it took me a good 5 minutes to realise that it was the Michael Caine. So Doctor Brand reveals to them that he is currently searching for an exoplanet, that a wormhole has opened up by Saturn and that he is organising a group to fly into that wormhole and to discover a planet that humans can move to with the apocalypse riling up in a matter of years. Cooper takes off with Romilly, Doyle and Amelia (Brand's daughter).

On the day of the departure Murphy has a massive strop, begging her father not to go even after he convinces her that he will be back, but she gets even more upset when she learns that even he doesn't know when he will come back.

When the gang get to the other side, they discover three different planets that are orbiting a supermassive black hole (Gargantua). The gang take their craft to the surface of the first planet; it has calm shallow waters and Amelia discovers some debris fairly quickly. She decides to run towards the mountains to collect more data before Cooper realises that those are not mountains, they are tsunami sized waves. It's not a tsunami okay I am just using that for the size reference. Anyway, he makes everyone hurry back to the craft so they can get out of there alive, losing Doyle to the large waves. The craft also nearly gets flooded due to the size of the waves and being thrown all over the place, but it does dry out with little damage over a short period of time. They return back to the base in an hour, which actually turns out to be 23 years in human time due to the time dilation from Gargantua's gravity. Is this sounding simple enough? I am trying to use as little science words as possible even though this is a science fiction film because I always found science so interesting, but yet I was always so bad at it. Back to the plot of the film, during Coopers time on the first planet which is travelling around the supermassive black hole, Murphy begins to work with Doctor Brand in order to help him with the investigation. Iconic considering she wouldn't even speak to her own father when he left.

So the crew (minus Doyle rip girl) travel to the second planet. This one is theoretically the ice age and the gang wake up Dr Mann, a very well respected scientist who has been in a state of cryostasis for however many years. The future looks brighter with this one because it would seem that Mann had collected a lot more data which could suggest this planet is more than capable of being able to contain human life. We've always wanted to live in the ice age on a different galaxy haven't we? But as it turns out Mann was a big fat liar and he faked the data in the hopes that Brand would see it and would send somebody out to rescue him, which clearly didn't happen. At the same time (well not really because of time dilation but you know what I mean) Dr Brand is dying in the hospital and he requested for Murphy to speak to him. When she arrives to see him, Brand also admits he's a big fat stinking liar. He was not even close to the answers for the gravity equation thus meaning he has sent out Murphy's dad and Brand's own daughter on what is basically a suicide mission.

As it turns out after this, Mann becomes even more problematic. He sets up a booby trap in his base and blows up Romilly and then goes out of his way to attempt to kill Cooper. Something very iconic about watching a space dude smack his helmet against another space dudes helmet until suddenly Cooper is running out of air and he is left to die. Except he doesn't the absolute mad lad. I'm starting to think at this point that Cooper might just be one of those people who can never die no matter what obstacle you throw their way.

In the process of Mann trying to hijack the Endurance and make it about him, he manages to blow himself up because he decides to be a bloke and not read any of the instructions or safety steps. Cooper somehow manages to control the now heavily damaged spacecraft. But wait, there's more...

Time is running out swiftly, the rocket no longer has enough fuel for the two to finish the job and they are trying to rack up ways on how they are going to get what they need from the third and final planet. Cooper decides that he is going to execute a fuel burn to be able to reach a speed where the spacecraft would actually arrive to the planet. The problem? Cooper would need to sacrifice his own life in order to carry out the task. The spacecraft detaches and Cooper quite literally falls through a black hole. Being sucked into such a thing, you would die right? RIGHT? No.

Cooper ends up in a five dimensional tesseract where he comes back into contact with Murphy trying to figure out the Morse code or in other lives, trying to get him to convince himself not to go onto this trip into space where the whole operation is ran by a big fat stinking liar. Basically he manages to communicate with Murphy in Morse code in one life while basically being in the walls. Theoretically coming up with the idea that humans have the ability to communicate with people in the past through time-travelling techniques. Does that make sense? Probably not, I think even for me this is all starting to feel a little bit too technological with lots of big words. Cooper manages to communicate what Murphy is looking for so she is able to save the dystopian hell she is living in where humans are now on the verge of being wiped out.

These future beings then transport him close to Saturn where he wakes up at the ripe age of 124 years old. He is taken to see Murphy who is now elderly and in the hospital; she has managed to use the gravity equation to enable human's to safely live on a planet that isn't Earth. She feels satisfied and tells her father to seek out Amelia who is seen on another planet taking off her helmet for the first time, ending on a note where she has found another planet that is capable of human life.

I think it's really cool for a film to actually end on a nice positive note, I feel like any movie that isn't pushed for the child audience usually means that the film will end up being depressing with a horrible ending. It's also weird because I feel like Nolan makes movies that all have over dramatic depressing endings. Especially considering that this movie is marketed to blokes, absolutely nobody else. The people who think Elon Musk is the most amazing man to live are the same people to say this is the best film to ever exist. It is full of loud rocket noises for the Musk wet dream, but I do actually think this is a good movie. I very much enjoyed it and it was a nice introduction to Nolan,,, and no I am not going to watch Oppenheimer in the cinema because I think how loud the movie is will literally kill me off.

[alinalioness]

Security Breach Chapter 9: The Killer Rabbit.

Meanwhile, with kids bww.

Leo, Emma, Max, Irina, Yuri, Haoyu and Cass walked down the corridor unaware that someone was watching them.

Emma: Do we even know where we're going?

Leo: No, but we need to keep going and find our friends.

Irina: But how do we find it if Pizzaplex itself is huge?

Cass: Look, we don't have time to argue about this. Because-

Leo: Quietly (They came across the doors that lead to the workshop. He is going to open it, but those doors are locked). Closed.

They were watched by a very thin figure who threw the key. The key landed at Cass's feet.

Cass:(She saw the key and took it) Will these do?

Leo took the key and opened the door. They immediately went up to the workshop, which of course they understood.

Leo: It's a workshop.

Haoyu: But for some reason there is no Glam-rock Freddy here. Pin was driving him.

Max:(He noticed the boards) Hey, and Glam-rock Chica, Monty and Roxanne have such abilities. Roxy can see through walls, Monty can break something with his claws, and Chica can walk in limited places with her voice.

Yuri: I feel like we're being watched to kill us and our friends.

Everyone was shocked until Haoyu put his hand to his heart.

Leo: But I don't think our friends would do that.

Suddenly, Cass noticed something that made her scream and hide behind her friends.

Emma: What happened?

They were horrified to see a rabbit woman with a knife looking at them and laughing.

Leo:(Scared) Who are you?!

Vanny: I'm Vanny. I just came to check on how you're having fun.

Max: Don't lie, we know you're going to kill us!

Vanny:Well... (Slowly approaches the children) something like that.

Yuri, Haoyu and Cass: Negabosses! Help!

Wordsworth is the first to attack Vanny, who she has escaped.

Wordsworth: Hands off our people!

Later Worville Wright and Purrla appeared and started attacking her.

Purrla: Run, we'll detain her!

Seven children immediately ran out the door that leads to Roxy's room. They immediately left the room and immediately choose a path.

Max: Where should we run to?

Emma: It doesn't matter if the doors are broken.

They immediately left the museum through a passage with broken doors. The battle was still going on in the workshop, until Vanny pulled out a gun and shot everyone in her hands. This causes the giants to suffer pain and Vanny runs away. They immediately become people.

Purrla: It's definitely a trap while we were eavesdropping on them.

Worville Wright: We need to find the others immediately.

Meanwhile, with Glam-rock Freddy's band.

The characters get out of the elevator and think about what to do next.

Squidward: So, what are we going to do next?

Glam-rock Freddy: Hm... I think we need to find out how to deal with the rest of our friends. With the help of another security office.

Gregory: And where is it located?

Glam-rock Freddy: It is located where the museum is. There are a lot of computers there and we will be able to look in different directions at the same time.

SpongeBob: That sounds good. But how do we get there?

Glam-rock Freddy: We'll split up. Because sooner or later infected animatronics will come to you and catch you. Some should go to the others, and others to the office.

Phineas: Ferb, Gregory, and I will go to the office, and the others can go to the others.

Glam-rock Freddy: But before you go anywhere, I'll give you a Faz-clock so that we all communicate. I'm going to the Roxy races.

He immediately gave them a watch and everyone split up.

Meanwhile, with adults kikoriki.

Adult Kikoriki were looking in the kitchen for either something suspicious or their round friends. Until purple smoke appears, which makes them fall asleep.

Barry: What is this?

Bokko: Similar to- *Yawns* sleepy...

They all fell asleep on the floor while the smoke disappeared. A familiar female figure comes out into the kitchen with a cap on her head and a flashlight.

Meanwhile, with girls.

The girls were walking in the hallway while Daisy was looking at everything.

Lula: Daisy, don't look at it so quickly. What if there's a trap?

Daisy: But I just need to find some evidence.

Alina: Daisy, don't think about yourself, especially since we're in great danger because of William.

Cristine: That's exactly what he can kill us before.

Daisy: But I'm curious.

Suddenly, Moondrop grabbed her from the ventilation. She immediately started trying to fly away.

Girls except Daisy: Daisy!

Daisy:(Panicking) Help me, the crazy moon has grabbed me!

Alina: Moondrop.

Moondrop: Don't worry, I'll take care of her and then you.

But Alina, with the ability to Emoji tears, shot at Moondrop and Daisy got free. In response, he immediately launched an attack on Alina, but Lula attacked her like a predatory fox. Moondrop threw him, and Alina, Emoji and Griffona in human form start fighting with him.

Emoji: Don't touch ours!

Moondrop:(Angry) Where did you get such strength from?!

Alina: And that's it!

While they continued to fight, Julia found a way out.

Julia: I found a way out!

Suddenly, in a moment, Alina cut off Moondrop's feet with a magic knife. He fell to the ground and the girls noticed that he had a second form.

Sanya: Is this the second form?

Alina: He's fake. It is to replace Sundrop, which is in danger.

Daisy: We need to save them immediately.

Moondrop:(Crazy) No!

He madly started attacking while they were running. Alina decided to kill with a knife, but fell into the ventilation where she slides.Moondrop, seeing this, smiled thinking that she would die and continue to catch up with her friends, but they immediately closed the door.

Cristine:*She sighs hard* No, really. It's kind of crazy.

Griffona: And don't tell me we barely escaped.

Emoji: Wait, Alina's not here.

To be continued...