#flash morgan webster oneshot

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54 with Flash Morgan Webster, please? Health/Ability inclusive reader?

So, after reaching out to the author privately, we decided that the reader, in this scenario, is a wheelchair user.

#54: One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. 

"Oh my god, this is amazing!"

Flash looked at you with a smile; you rarely got to go to big events like this one, like his teammate Mark Andrews's concert, because of your limited mobility. Luckily, he'd managed to talk Mark into letting you watch from right off the side of the stage; he'd even come a few hours earlier, while you'd been resting, to make sure that there was a clear path for you to safely get around without damaging your chair.

"We know that you'd wanted to come, but you were worried about if you'd be able to see or even move around. So of course, I wanted to make sure that you got your chance to see them."

You smiled, touched by his thoughtfulness. He was already so careful to make sure that you could get around wherever you went for dates, that there were ramps or elevators if you needed them, appropriate paths that wouldn't cramp you or even make you feel bad about clogging the sidewalks. This, though? This was a whole new level of care from him, and it made you feel warmer than hot chocolate on a rainy day.

"Thank you so much, baby. I really appreciate this."

He smiled and leaned over, taking his eyes off the stage to kiss your forehead. He loved seeing you like this, excited and happy and free. Free from worries and stress, from the anxieties that often followed you around mentally.

"Of course, it's nothing. I'd do it any time for you."

You reached out, taking his hand as you listened to Junior playing Fall To Pieces, the song that you and Flash had jokingly co-opted as "your song." You grinned as Mark looked right at you, making a silly face and then nearly missing his line because of it.

Flash let his thumb run over the back of your hand, gentle circles reminding you that he was there with you, that he was absolutely in your corner if it got to be too much and you needed to leave, or if you needed anything else. He was there for you.

You pulled your hand away for a moment to cheer as Junior finished their last song, filing offstage as the fans screamed. Si and Matt smiled politely, waving as they passed you, but Mark stopped to give you a giant hug.

"So, did you enjoy our show?"

"I loved it! You guys did so good!"

Flash chuckled at your excitement as Mark ruffled your hair a bit, a proud smile on his face.

"Well, we never fail to disappoint, right?"

You laughed and agreed, but you couldn't help but pin your gaze to Flash, who was staring at you as if you were a million-dollar lottery ticket, eyes swimming with pride and happiness.

"Anyways, I've gotta go shower, I smell like an indie show locker room and that's not ideal. It was so good to have you here!"

Mark waved as he walked off, and Flash moved behind you, giving you a quick tap in the shoulder before he started to turn your chair to get you to your car. He listened as you talked excitedly, recounting all of your favorite details about the setlist, the performance, and how you'd never forget tonight. You leaned your head back to look up at him, smiling when he moved a hand from the chair's handle and poked your nose.

"I mean it, Flash, I loved it. Thank you so much for making this happen."

He smiled, stopping completely as he leaned down to kiss you.

"I'd do it all over again for you, especially to see you this happy. I love you so much."