#barry allen ficlet

[olailamajnoon]

Bruce enters the conference room on the Watchtower. He is wearing a baby carrier with a baby inside it.

There is a hoo-ha.

"Why is there a baby," whispers Flash to Superman.

Clark shrugs. "It's probably one of the Robins."

"What?" says Barry tightly. "No, none of them are that age!"

"Jesus Bar, it's like you've never heard of de-aging beams."

"I'm not feeling good about the fact that you're taking this so lightly." Barry scratches at his five o' clock shadow. "If it is a Robin, it's very weird. But it's more weird if it's not."

"Maybe it's a Batgirl," suggests Diana, leaning in. "Cass or...or Steph. The purple one."

"That fits the purple diaper," says Barry reflectively.

"Barry stop hyperfixating on this," Clark says. "Let it go."

The baby is crying a little, sucking on its thumb. Batman gives it a chew toy as he continues working, and then produces a bottle out from under his cape, and holding the baby's head at a careful angle, begins to feed it.

"Batman..." Flash says, miserably curious. "Why do you have a baby?" He points at it, as if to make clear what baby he is talking about.

Bruce looks up, his brow furrowed. "Newly orphaned. Mother threw her from the spire of a church tower in Scarecrow-fear-toxin-induced hallucinations. Then she threw herself. I could only save one."

Barry looks like the dictionary illustration for the word 'flabbergasted'.

"Oh," is all he says. "Oh. Okay."

"I've found her a good home. She'll leave in a few hours." Bruce looks down, and then mutters to himself, "I just wanted to hold her".

Superman pretends he doesn't have super-hearing.

[bats-and-the-birds]

I made a post involving young/feral/perceived cryptid Dick Grayson and someone tagged something about Barry Allen losing his mind when this terrifying child befriends his nephew and I have NOT stopped thinking about this since.

Because like, imagine you're Barry Allen. You've been doing this hero thing for a while, and you've seen a lot of things, but now your nephew has gotten himself wrapped up in this too, and goddamnit, you're worried because you know this life isn't easy.

Then he makes a friend - Ollie's boy, Roy Harper - and you breathe a little bit easier, because you know that however rough this life is, it's worse without friends. Besides, it's sweet. They're young boys, and they roughhouse, and tell stupid jokes, and play video games together sometimes. It's nice to see Wally just be a kid with someone that he doesn't have to hide from. And, yeah, sure, they get into trouble sometimes, pull pranks that go too far, get themselves in danger because they think they can take on something they can't, but it's still a net positive, because you need friends in this line of work, and that's exactly what they've found.

And you think about Robin. Not often, but you do think about him. Because you know nothing about him, and you don't want to, but he still has the face of a boy that's younger than your nephew. You wonder if he has friends.

But really, you don't think about him that much. You don't want to. He's freaky, and generally, thinking too hard about anything to do with the Bat is inadvisable.

Then there's a fight. A big one. You don't even really know who's fighting on your side until everything has cleared. It was basically the entire Justice League, no one dead, but a few injuried. And your nephew's there too. And Roy. And Robin.

No one really goes near Robin, ever. It was an unspoken rule, of sorts, and you're pretty sure it's just because everyone's scared of messing with Batman's little bird, though whether that was due to fear of Batman or the bird himself, you're not sure.

But Wally doesn't seem to know this. Wally doesn't seem to care. He runs up to Robin with a big grin on his face and grabs his hand, trying to tug him over to where Roy was patching up some injuries.

You notice that Robin doesn't go with him immediately. In fact, he looks confused. But if you know anything about your nephew, he's persistent, and eventually Robin lets himself be dragged over. Roy seems unconcerned, but you can tell that the other adults in the vicinity shift uncomfortably, unsure of what they should do, or if they should do anything at all.

It doesn't last long anyway. Batman calls for Robin and he bounds off, but you notice he stops and hesitantly waves a gloved hand at your nephew before he leaves. Wally waves back.

You don't think much of it.

Then, the next time you and Ollie catch Wally and Roy fighting something they shouldn't be, Robin's right there with them. It's the first time you've seen Robin without Batman in close proximity, and you think he looks just a little bit more human. He smiles sheepishly with the other boys when they're chastised for fighting things that they shouldn't, and you watch Roy ruffle his hair like there's nothing to be worried about. You're still worried.

You still don't think much of it though. Even when Robin's there with the two of them the next time, and the time after that.

But then, oh dear god, he's in your house. You don't actually notice him at first, for two whole hours, because it's normal to see Wally and Roy sitting on the couch and playing video games. You just don't realize that there's a third head in between them until you sit down in an adjacent armchair to see what they're playing, because Robin is just short enough that his head doesn't peak over the back of the couch.

You have to blink a few times to make sure what you're seeing is real, because nestled in between the two slightly older heroes in their civilian attire is Robin, sans his gloves, cape, and boots, but otherwise still in full uniform with his mask still firmly in place, holding a video game controller and laughing while Wally elbows his side to try to make him lose.

And you just sit back in your chair and stare, because what the hell are you even supposed to do in this situation? Your nephew has decided to make friends with Batman's goddamn son - the boy that you've seen sneak up on League members with super hearing, break a grown man's femur, and somehow fade into shadows in a bright yellow cape - and it worked. And now he's playing video games on your couch. And you don't know what to do about that.

[overlyobsessed223]

second chances

another halbarry ficlet. spoilers for kevin smith's GA bc this story takes place directly after his run. can maybe be read as platonic. featuring spectre hal and afterlife barry, enjoy :)

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Heaven has never been a particularly loud place. The sprawling hills that seem to stretch on endlessly provide each resident more than enough space to comfortably exist, and even then, the blissful peace that comes with complete and utter contentment lends to a lack of a need to converse or even speak in and of itself. Save for the whoops and laughter of the young boy wonder who inconspicuously showed up at the pearly gates only a few years after him, Barry has always known the afterlife to be nothing less than tranquil.

And yet, as he runs his thumb along the shaft of one of the arrows that have, as of recently, been left abandoned in the luscious green grass, he can’t help but think Heaven seems the quietest it’s ever been. 

Too quiet, even, perhaps. 

Seeing someone enter through the gates of this place only to return back to the land of the living has been far from unheard of. Barry remembers his bittersweet reunion with Clark some time ago, only for Clark’s soul to be pulled back to his body a short time after. But he has to admit, Oliver’s revival, in particular, has him slightly… surprised, due to the way Ollie had adamantly and consistently refused the second chance Hal so desperately wanted to give him.

Speaking of Hal, Barry senses his presence before he sees him. Well, mostly he senses the Spectre’s wild, angry, vengeful spirit, but he can perceive Hal, too, the loving, sentimental, willful man he’s always been veiled just beneath the powerful force of the wraith he’s bound to. There’s also sadness and guilt—so, so much guilt that it seems to physically weigh on his shoulders and in his eyes, and each time Barry sees him he’s harshly reminded that Hal has not yet earned his place in paradise. 

“So, he’s really gone fully back?” Barry asks, continuing to study the arrow in his hand.

“Yes,” Hal’s voice answers from somewhere behind him. “For now, at least.”

Barry hums and nods. He swallows hard, feeling a prick of bittersweet grief in his chest. Zooming around the valley and scooping up all of the arrows scattered in the grass, he places them back into the quiver and leans it up against the target next to the bow. 

“I kinda thought you’d seem… I dunno. Happier?” Hal comments after a moment. “Now that he’s gone. You two always did butt heads.”

“Yeah, we did,” Barry lets out an amused breath of laughter. A lifetime of heated arguments and cutting words flashes through his mind, and he remembers them fondly.

Oliver’s quick wit and snappy remarks did not die with him, but Barry was met with a very different Oliver Queen standing at the gates of the afterlife, one who he at first almost didn’t recognize. Ollie carried a certain kind of weariness, hollowed to the core by a life of mistakes and insecurities and internal struggles. His eyes had welled up with tears, actual tears when he saw Barry. He’d yanked him into a long, tight hug, and Barry for not the first time had wondered what exactly became of the world after the crisis and why it seemed to leave all of his friends shells of who they once were.

“It was nice having him around,” Barry says. He runs his hand down the edge of the red and white target, reminiscing as he’s so prone to do nowadays. “He mellowed out in his old age. I liked his company.”

He pauses, glancing at the empty valley he and Oliver used to spend hours playing in together.

“But,” he adds, “I’m glad he’s embraced the second chance he’s been given on Earth. If not for him, then at least for the people who loved him.”

“I wanted to bring you back, too.”

Barry stops. He turns around to look at Hal for the first time since he showed up and can just barely catch a glimpse of a too-pale face and dark eyes under a large, shadowy hood. 

“I tried,” Hal’s eyes lower fractionally, like he can’t bear to meet Barry’s gaze. “But you—it’s been so long since your—there just wasn’t anything left of you to put back together.”

As he speaks, his words are heavy with shame. Whether that’s due to his failure to bring Barry back to life or that he tried to do it at all, Barry isn't sure. 

“Well, that’s okay,” Barry says, and he offers Hal a genuine smile to show him that he means it, really and truly. “My time in the sun is long over, Hal. From what I’ve heard, Wally’s filled my boots just fine as the Flash.”

“It wasn’t the Flash I was trying to bring back,” Hal’s eyes lift to look at him head-on. The light of Heaven’s eternal day hits his face more, illuminating his tightened jaw. “It was Barry Allen.”

“Hal…” Barry sighs. He reaches to pull back his cowl and runs a hand through his hair. 

“There’re people who love you, too,” Hal says, his voice slightly wavering. “People who would do… anything. Anything to have you back with them.”

Hal pushes back the hood on his head, letting it pool around his neck and shoulders, and Barry can see his entire face, from the deep frown tugging at his eyebrows and lips to the despair glimmering in his eyes. The years of compounded grief that, even in death, has left him looking aged and worn. Barry’s heart begins to ache. 

“I know,” Barry says softly. 

Because even before he died, Barry never doubted that Hal loved him. There was a special, unspoken connection between them, and in his final moments, one of Barry’s biggest regrets was leaving it unspoken. Now, though, Barry’s realized that maybe it wasn’t as unspoken as he’d thought. 

Their individual paths of life split off from one another long ago, with Barry’s cut short and Hal’s a dark, winding road of pain and suffering. But in death, here they are, together. Although it isn’t like it used to be, and it’s far from a second chance for both of them in the way they'd like it to be, it’s still something to cherish and make the most of. 

“Hey,” Barry moves to stand at Hal’s side, bumping their shoulders, “you don’t need to go back to work right away, do you?”

“No,” Hal tilts his head, that unruly chunk of hair becoming dislodged. Barry doesn’t bother to hold himself back from reaching to push it back into place. “Why?”

“Because we should race,” Barry gestures to the wide, open valley. “Like old times.”

Hal blinks. Then, he breaks out into a grin that’s rare nowadays. In a flash of green light, Hal is wearing his Green Lantern uniform, ring pulsating on his fist as he levitates from the ground. 

“Alright, Barry,” Hal says, and his voice has already brightened significantly. “Let’s race.”

Barry pulls his cowl back onto his face, dips into a running position, and waits for Hal’s starting gun construct to go off. 

Things aren’t the same. They’re on borrowed time before Hal has to go back to his work as the Spectre. Barry will have to remain here, and it could be minutes or eternities before they find themselves together again. 

So all they can do now is make every last second count. 

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

TW: interrogation whump, electrocution, electrical burns, restraints in the form of handcuffs

Take some 3 am Barry (The Flash) whump because I have a problem.

~

Barry seized up and spasmed for who-knows-what time. His head hit his chest and there were faint voices rotating around him. Something was burning, he noticed. The smell went through his nose and he grimaced minutely.

“-e’s- ill- con-” words couldn’t make it through his dazed state. Where…? Even thinking was difficult, mind foggy and head throbbing.

“-ful- ill- im-” A small groan made it through his lips.

“Don’t -are- we - infor- as- it-” Everything was too loud, when he tried to open his mouth to say something, no sentence came out. Where am I? The fog was clearing in his head. Where am I? A flutter of panic came with it because the burning from earlier was him. A ring of red burns around each of his wrists, hidden under the metal cuffs encasing them; electrical burns. They stung and everything in him wanted to cry out, but his body still hadn’t caught up with his mind and everything was heavier than lead.

“—And if he dies under interrogation?” Dies? Interrogation? Oh crap.

“He’s a speedster.” Someone reached down and lifted him by the chin, someone with piercing blue eyes and an expression that screamed danger. RUN. but at the same time– Oliver? His friend tightened his grip and he fought another grimace. “He can handle it.” Oliver met his eyes, cold, cruel, this wasn’t the Oliver he knew. “Up the current, 500 milliamps.”

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

🐑Barry Allen needs a hug, smoking, possessive behavior, mood swings

This ended up being more of a ficlet than summary lmao sorry. Inspiration train hit. Fake fic ask game

Barry had a stalker. He’d known that for a while now but it appeared to be getting progressively worse as time went on.

It may have just been paranoia, but he could’ve sworn a figure appeared in the corner of his eye sometimes, and every time he looked back— it was gone. He’d shrugged it off at first, then the first note came. A little yellow card made from folded construction paper had been waiting on his desk. Intrigued, Barry had picked it up, notcing the faint smell of cigarettes. One word had been neatly written in large letters:

“Hi”

Since then, he’d been more cautious. Only using his speed after triple checking the surrounding area to ensure he was really alone. He should have told someone, the team, Joe— but he didn’t want them to worry. He was the Flash. He could handle this.

In the present, Barry was in an excellent mood. He’d just been on a date and it had gone very well. Humming to himself with a small stride in his step, he unlocked his apartment and entered. Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m just being paranoid. Why would there be anything unusual in his apartment? Nevertheless, a weird feeling crept in the corner of his mind. With a glance around, he flashed through the entire apartment, looking for something, anything wrong. He pursed his lips after coming up empty. I’m just being paranoid. The thought came a second too soon.

A little red card sat on the floor in front of him. His heart rate tripled as he bent down to pick it up. Why was he so scared? But when Barry opened it— that fear solidified with new meaning. The card fell back to the ground and he fumbled for the phone in his jacket with trembling hands. On the paper, in that same neat writing as before:

“No one else gets to have you. You’re mine, Flash ♡”

[indigosabyss]

Young Marvel w/ Young Justice Animated Series

"How about I send you to Hell?" Ghost Rider muttered darkly at the strange pink girl.

"Been there, done that, got my brother back from the dead." She shook her head.

Beside her, a timid boy in a blue and black jacket scrunched up further in his seat, "Gwen, can we not talk about that?"

"I'm sorry, you died?" Barry asked.

"Oh yeah, Teddy's died, and Cecil's died, and Ghosty's died, and Marvel's died, most of us have died at some point." Gwen explained, brandishing her hand across the room of displaced heroes, who all nodded contemplatively. Still, she continued, spinning around to give Wally finger guns, "But we all come back if we're popular enough. I'm guessing you've already figured that out?"

"No?" Wally replied, confused, "How would I even know that?"

Gwen's eyebrows scrunched up, ".... Because.... you've.... died?"

"Gwen!" Her brother burst out, "I told you that was the season finale! It hasn't happened yet!"

"No wait, I'm going to die? How do you know that?"

[ftl-faster-than-life]

Summary: When King Cold discovers an old foe at the gates of his fortified city, he's quick to leap at the advantage. With such a thorn in his side at his mercy, he's eager to prove he has none…but what has driven the Lord of Lightning into his arms in the first place? Can he bring himself to forgive the so-called Flash for his countless defeats in order to ally themselves against a rising threat?

[doverstar]

I saw a call for prompts, so in case it inspires.

11. Storm - SaviSnow

Thank you! <3 I missed writing for them. This will be in the Chasing the Light universe because I'm lazy. Read it here!

[vexicwrites]

Worship

Warnings: deification and religious themes

Thanks to @ftl-faster-than-life for inspiring this ficlet!

The word of the day on the kitschy calendar on the desk was 'worship'. Noun: from the Old English 'weorthscipe.' The feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity. Synonymous with veneration, reverence, or adoration.

How topical, Wells thought wryly, watching the object of his obsession flit out the door, no doubt late to something important. The boy could move faster than Hermes himself when motivated.

Barry Allen was no god.

Eobard tried to remind himself of this, tried to hold on to the loathing he had for the man and remind himself why he'd returned to the 21st century in the first place, but as he mentored Barry under the guise of Dr. Harrison Wells it was hard not to fall for him all over again. It was hard not to watch Barry's abilities grow and flourish, to watch him save life after life, to witness his drive and determination, without being reminded of his previous adorations. It was hard not to let the affection he'd once felt for his past self's mentor and friend take on a life of its own again, to let it rekindle the spark.

Barry was the only person Eobard had ever felt...well, anything for really. For so long, he'd seemed untouchable and unattainable - a god he could only pray to and hope he answered without ever knowing if he'd even heard. From a young age, Eobard had been Barry Allen's most loyal acolyte; hopelessly devoted before he'd ever met the man, and meeting him hadn't changed that, not initially. If anything, perhaps it had made his devotion stronger - now he could say his prayers to his god's face and Barry would answer immediately. It was everything he'd ever dreamed.

But now...now, something had changed. He didn't view Barry as his god anymore, not really. Eobard's powers were stronger, better, how could his god be weaker than him?

Maybe that was it. Eobard didn't have his powers in this century, not at this moment, not for the last 15 years. Yes, that had to be it, that had to be the reason - Eobard had simply forgotten what it was like to be so painfully weak and human and when Barry was honing his powers so rapidly it was hard not to think of him as something greater. He seemed god-like but it was all perspective, of course.

And yet, it was still hard to look at him and not feel...something. It wasn't a worshipful love anymore nor a quiet reverence, it was something more intense, more possessive - the need to protect Barry and make sure no harm ever came to him that wasn't of his own creation filled Eobard's very being. He knew, deep down, that it was more than mere obsession now.

Regardless of how much he tried to deny it, Eobard knew that Barry would always be his personal deity, no matter when or where he existed.

Barry was no god. But Eobard still loved him, nonetheless.

[ao3feed-superbat]

Sunflowers in the Sky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DAfP832 by kitfornow Barry knows for a fact that something is wrong. Well, no, not wrong, per se. But Batman is acting strange with Superman, and Clark is absolutely odd around Bruce. He's not an idiot, alright? Something is going on. All he has to is find out what, exactly. Words: 2296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, J'onn J'onzz, Diana (Wonder Woman) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: One Shot, SuperBat, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, POV Barry Allen, Dorks in Love, Getting Together, Past Clark Kent/Lois Lane, it's just for the sunflower scene, Don't Overthink It, Happy Ending, just a happy lil ficlet, Complete, Completed read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DAfP832

[backtothestart02]

FANFIC TAGGING GAME

I got (honorable) tagged by the wonderful @theartofdreaming1- thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 321

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,322,068 words (at the moment)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Still writing for The Flash, but every once in a while a new show/movie grabs my fancy and I write a few fics for that.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

An unimpressive bunch but here goes: Muse (456), Replacement Scrunchie (393), Fallen Star (357), Inconvenient Inspiration (343), and Drabbles (277). Muse is a handful of one-shots based solely off spoilers before I saw the eps they were for. Replacement Scrunchie is my sole fic for the TATBILB fandom about Peter & LJ's first date (which was way less impressive than what the sequel movie gave us, WOW). Fallen Star is my most popular westallen fic to date, so that one's actually not too surprising. But both Inconvenient Inspiration and Drabbles are requested (the latter) and spontaneous (the former) brainstorming ficlets and snippets for The Flash/WA. Bo-ring.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Eventually.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, gosh, I have so many unfinished fics that it's hard to remember the complete ones that I finished that didn't end so happy, of which there aren't many. Maybe...Breaking Point though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All the others have happy endings. Go read them. Lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

When I wrote for another fandom I did, but not really in The Flash fandom, which is nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. And uh...descriptive, I guess? I'm def not the best out there, but I do my best and for the most part smut-lovers seem to enjoy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've attempted a couple crossovers, but I haven't completed any or gotten far with them, usually because there wasn't an audience for it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, I discovered a whole bunch on another website years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In the process of it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Stuck on Westallen atm, but I used to write Chair, and I was highly obsessed with them as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god, I have SO MANY WIPs. One that I really want to finish but fear I won't though has got to be He's MY Barry Allen. I'm just stuck on what the next chapter will look like, and as of yet no one has come forward with a solution. Lol. The Problem is Tony Woodward is another one like that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I can hook people into my fics fairly well and drop enough cliffies to keep them coming back for more. But ofc the smut helps too. Most of my fics include at least some smut, even a single scene.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I have trouble making a chapter (or a scene for that matter) all that long. I've seen people write like 10k+ for a chap, and unless I'm crazy inspired, roughly 1-3k is what you're getting.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I actually dabbled in this a little bit for a westallen fic where Iris was learning Italian, I think? I did some research and managed to sift in enough for that one-shot, but I can't imagine I'd do it repeatedly or for a multi-chap.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I believe it was the STAR WARS prequels, but it might've been The Day After Tomorrow.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's unfinished, but there's so much untapped potential in my Flashpoint fic. Lots of world-building that's present as it rides the line between canon divergent and AU. Hopefully one day I'll get back to it.

...

As much as I'd love to tag a bunch of people, I can't recall anyone who still writes fic that I follow on here, so I'll just shout out my bestie @simplylove101 who is prob done with writing but may want to answer these questions either way!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Sunflowers in the Sky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DCpc0Ho by kitfornow Barry knows for a fact that something is wrong. Well, no, not wrong, per se. But Batman is acting strange with Superman, and Clark is absolutely odd around Bruce. He's not an idiot, alright? Something is going on. All he has to is find out what, exactly. Words: 2296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, J'onn J'onzz, Diana (Wonder Woman) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: One Shot, SuperBat, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, POV Barry Allen, Dorks in Love, Getting Together, Past Clark Kent/Lois Lane, it's just for the sunflower scene, Don't Overthink It, Happy Ending, just a happy lil ficlet, Complete, Completed read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DCpc0Ho

[vexic929]

Do Hamelin and Erdős count? They haunt me in a good way as in I love them very much and would probably die for them.

In Aftermath; " As Hartley sat there, lost in his thoughts, the despair suffocating, " to " , not the capable adult he'd become. " THAT WHOLE PART HAUNTS ME. It's so raw and emotional and it h u r t s. Poor Hartley :(((((

And in Chapter 5 of the Beth Allen ficlets; " "Happy birthday, Barr." She whispered, heart heavy. "Wake up soon, okay?" " SO there's a specific reason this haunts me (aside from the writing being really good)-- the first time I read the fic, I was super tired and missed some parts (have reread it since) and the fact that it was Barry's birthday was one of those parts💀 so to me it was a dramatic reveal and it worked super well😂

aww yayyyyyyy I'm glad Hamelin and Erdős stuck with you so well I love them! and thank youuuuuuuuuu I love writing emotional turmoil! and I'm still pretty proud of that bit myself lol <3333

also lol dramatic birthday reveal I love that XD

[official-impravidus]

this last few weeks of writing fic has been so funny to me bc it’s like:

a second chapter about sebastian smythe (glee) being triplets with barry allen (the flash) and chris stewart (from lifetime movie “a mothers nightmare”)

a ficlet about spirited, a christmas movie musical that came out two years ago

a fix it fic for dr horrible, a music web series from 2008

updates to Five (5) of my most popular wips

a post canon fix it about little white lie, a musical web series that came out in 2009 where i made the villain the main character and bi AND trans

a fic about a movie almost everyone hates that had come up the day before (madame web)

a new batman fic

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Technically this takes place in Trophy but it’s pretty much just a Barry-angst-fest and can therefore work out of context as a standalone

[indigosabyss]

WCA being introduced to YJ's Justice League (Gwen Edition!)

Kate: This is Gwen. Fun fact about her is that even though she uses guns, she uses her space and time manipulation powers to make sure that no one gets permanently injured or killed by her weapons! Barry: Couldn't she just, I dunno, not use guns? Gwen: HAHAHA don't be ridiculous! I'd have to get something else eye-catching. Like a mallet!