#i have actually started making little tests for how i want barry's arms to be and the last one i made turned out quite well

[steakout-05]

i had. an idea. a while ago (and i mean probably back in mid 2023) i drew a little concept for what a Barry Steakfries plush could hypothetically look like in one of my old sketchbooks, but never really expanded on it beyond just a simple sketch. a couple days ago though, after i fixed up some holes in a couple of my old plushies, i remembered that concept and got absolutely flooded with a ton of ideas for a plushie i could possibly make for myself in the future. i quickly sketched some stuff down yesterday and here's what i made :)

this is inspired by the awesome drawings of a makeship style Barry plush by schnabel53 and the Barry plush Daisy Parker created back in 2013, as well as the Fruit Ninja Sensei plush Halfbick produced!! i love the look of plushies that are in a more standard standing pose with floppier limbs and i wanted to revisit the old idea i had and expand on it a little bit. here's some very rough and rushed sketches of the side, back and how he would hold his jetpack:

(why tf is that side profile so red lmao)

features:

little magnets on the inside of his hands that can hold stuff

embroidered facial features

his suit jacket can be taken off and replaced with other clothes

little plastic circles on the bottom of his shoes to retain their shape and make sitting him down easier

his body would be completely made out of minky or a similar soft fabric, with clothing made out of a soft material similar to material that the Spamton plush's jacket is made out of (for lack of better comparison lol). his tie would also be made out of minky with no stuffing.

his eyebrows are a separate part that slightly protrudes from his face rather than being embroidered

his jetpack handles have a wire inside and are posable, as well as having a magnet inside that Barry's hands can stick to

accessories:

the machine gun jetpack from MD and JJ

his shotgun from MD

a coin and a spin token

a mini Craig plush

important: i have absolutely no idea if i'm ever going to actually make this or not, these are just concepts. however i have been making little tests with felt and fleece to get myself used to sewing stuff again, as it has been a very long time since i made anything comparable to a plush, and i would like to see this idea realised some day and expand my creative skills. it's just not a guarantee. also since a couple days ago i have literally been obsessed with the thought of sewing into something and have been looking in my closet for any plushies that have holes that need to be sewn up just so i can practise it on some actual material, i'm going insane about it loll

further ideas that i may or may not do (depending on if i want to do them lol):

giving Barry more accessories like a couple of the gadgets from Jetpack Joyride (i'm thinking a lucky last token, air barrys or the gravity belt), revive hearts, a gun from JJ2, his pistol from AOZ and a mini supply crate, a tiny zombie t-rex for him to hold and of course: a plate of steak and fries. maybe also a little australian flag to hold :3

making a repaired suit (with visible seams for extra detail) for Barry

making a few of the Jetpack Joyride costume pieces for him, such as the DJ Barry headphones, the Sensei outfit and maybe even the maid outfit if i'm feeling ballsy enough

making concepts for Flash, Craig and Salesman Barry plushes

Flash accessories and features: the little toy remote thing from the JJ2 anniversary art, some sort of futuristic lookin tennis ball thing, a rocket jet for him to wear (like the one he wears when Barry is operating the Lil' Stomper), a small patterned pillow to sleep on and a bone for him to hold with a magnet located near his mouth. i think it'd also be cute if i were to hypothetically give him a nose that lights up but that's crossing the line of plushmaking and into adruino coding (which i have no clue how to do nor do i have the resources) if i were to actually make that lol

Craig accessories and features: a mini Barry plush, a clipboard and pen, little emotive thingies (like a sweat bead, blush, a question and exclamation mark) to stick on his face via magnets, removable gloves,

Salesman Barry accessories and features: his nametag, removable glasses, his briefcase, a mini gramophone, a clipboard, a little business card

[plasticferal]

chasing highs | rafe cameron.

summary: you’re his lover, and he’s your brother’s best friend. both the secrecy and his addiction cause tension in your hidden relationship.

authors note: 2.4k words. explicit language, mentions substance abuse, angst and weaponry. 

soundtrack: sober, childish gambino.

you struggle to support the grocery bags that are filled to the brim, and tearing at the seams. you use your elbow to pry the door open with a struggle and quickly dump the brown bags on the counter. you groan at the sight, the house is in disarray. empty glasses, crushed cans and powder residue scatter across the wooden table. the smell of dry grass that’s been tracked along the floors and a contrasting clean linen fills the small space. 

“at least he did the washing,” you run the back of your hand across your forehead, looking around with a fatigued sigh. you begin unpacking everything into cupboards. your arrangement is disturbed by a banging at the door that rattles the wall, it seems desperate. you turn around to pull the handle, revealing rafe. you roll your eyes, murmuring an acknowledgement before leaving the door open for him to let himself in. “country club,”

he steps inside, looking around and acting neurotic. “only barry calls me that,” he counters. “well barry’s not here, so,” you fade off the last part of your sentence, not entirely being interested in conversation. you strain your toes to place a cereal box on the top shelf. rafe silently stands behind you, his chest pressed to your shoulder as he takes it from your hand to put it away, being able to reach with ease. you feel his warm hand crawl around the side of your hip. you grip the edge of the counter that’s underneath you, feeling his breath trickle down your neck.

“i missed you, you know?” he spoke softly. he smelt like faded cologne and dirt, an overall musky scent. it was oddly comforting. 

you shrug him off and turn back to pull vegetables from the bags, excusing his body to reach the fridge. he follows your every action. 

“did i do something?” he looks confused by your dismissive nature, and sudden sharp tone.

“wanna tell me what you’re here for?” you place the packaged food in the cold drawers of the fridge, slamming them closed a little more dramatically than intended. you know his answer, you just need to reassure yourself.

“i just, i just need a little bit-” he speaks apprehensively. you quickly turn around to look at him, your eyes are heavy and filled with dejection. you lick your lips and bob your head with thought, letting out a bitter chuckle.

“he’s all out,” you look up at him, “house is empty.” and once again, you go back to the groceries. rafe stands still for a moment, rubbing his knuckles. you can hear the friction of his skin.

“i know he’s got something in here, y/n,” he looks around, and you can hear the shake in his vowels. his heavy steps take over the creaking floor, a cabinet slamming, making you jump slightly.

“did you not hear me, or are you not listening? there’s nothing in here,” you follow the noise to catch the sight of rafe rummaging through any door that opens. you to reach his shoulder to pull him away from a brown t.v unit, knowing he won’t give up until he’s been physically stopped. the moment you reach forward he pushes your hand away, grunting and bypassing you.

“are you fucking serious?” shock seeping through. he freezes, hands digging through his hair as he bounces back and forth between his feet. he releases air from his nose in frustration, taking a step closer to you.

“i’m sorry, i, i just need you to help me out,” he lends a hand forward in hopes of taking you into his arms, but you step back.

“help you feed the drug addiction that my brother started?”

“god, not right now,” he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tight and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“help you come to realisation that you have a problem?” you continue, knowing that it’s only getting to under his skin more.

“i don’t have a fucking problem!” he screams. not a yell. a scream with chest, an angry reaction. a reaction you could handle from your brother, arguments often occurring in the house. but not from rafe. not from the man you go out of your way to protect and love. 

“get out.” your voice is stern and your eyes are stinging. his tension quickly diminishes. 

“i didn’t mean- i didn’t mean to yell, alright?” he bites his words back, fighting that belligerent tone that previously lashed out. 

“i’m not repeating myself,” you shake your head, looking to the door. 

“sweetheart, i’m sorry. i’m sorry, okay? i’m just on edge,” he rambles on his justification but it only seems to dig himself a deeper hole. 

“yeah, that’s the only reason you’re here,” you mumble to yourself, looking at your hands while you squeeze the tips of your fingers. a distraction.

“what’s wrong with you today? talk to me,” he progresses a step closer, careful not to approach too fast, knowing you’d turn away.

“rafe, i know you have a lot going on but god, i don’t want you to pretend to want me if you care more about chasing a high,” you finally spill how you feel, wanting to take it all back the second you do, not because you didn’t mean it, because you truly didn’t want the confrontation. you look up to see his face drop, mouth open a jar and eye’s grave. 

“are you kidding me? you’re the only fucking person on this earth i care about,” he speaks with a bounce of a laugh, more out of shock and disbelief that he has to say it aloud.

“i know i have a problem, alright?” he hold his palms together and digs his fingers into his chest, the fixed intensity on his face. he licks his lips, rotating back and forth between his heels before pausing to take a deep breath. he tests the waters in stepping closer to you, and this time you let him. you allow him into your space, admittedly craving his touch. his hand cups around your upper arm, sliding down your skin before his index finger slips around the belt loop of your jeans. he pulls your lower half forward until you’re touching bodies, and his forehead rests against the crown of your head.

“i’m gonna try harder, i promise,” his voice is soft, and assertive. it’s difficult to feel indifferently about him. you want a reason to be mad, a reason to get him out of the house before you run into more trouble, but you know he’s being genuine. in that moment, there were no doubts or fears.

“okay,” your voice faint, letting yourself fully sink into his touch. you reach up to drape your hands over his shoulders, fingers playing with the dirty blond hair that falls messily past his ears. 

“i love you, you know that right?” he speaks, mouth now hovering over your lips. you laugh sweetly, pecking the side of his face. “yeah, i do actually,” your arrogant response prompts a poke from him into your side and you push his bicep with a giggle.

“shit, i think i fell in love with you the first day we met,” he pulls your body back to him, swaying you both back and forth. he moves when the gears in his head are ticking, can never keep still. so you allow your body to dance around with him while he ponders.

“you’re lying” you roll your eyes, assuming he was over compensating from the heat you put on him a few minutes prior. “no, i’m not,” he breathes out a smile.

“do you remember that day?” you dip your eyebrow at him.

“of course i do,”

six months earlier.

you slip into that grey shirt that hangs barely past your thighs, causing the shorts underneath to disappear. the heat within the metal surrounded home was intensified by the midday sun, making you irritated and desperate for a cold drink. you grab a can of soda from a cooler, not being your preferred means of refreshment, but better than warm tap water. 

as you wipe the corner of your mouth slightly, you simmer in the feeling of the icy feeling in your palm. your moment of serenity is quickly disturbed by the front door being pushed open harshly, making you freeze in your tracks. your first thought was that it would be barry, but upon realising it was a complete stranger, your next thought was to grab that gun barry keeps under the couch cushion. 

“barry, i need-” the tall mystery man speaks with heavy breaths, not being aware of your presence. 

“who the hell are you?” he sounds mad to be confused, and you’re almost amused by it. given you weren’t afraid of strangers coming and going from the place, it not being an unusual occurrence, typically they have courtesy to knock.

“who are you?” you respond, standing your ground comfortably. the tall male washes his gazes over your body slowly, but snaps out of it swiftly.

“ah, rafe, rafe cameron,” he speaks quick, almost as if he has something more important to say other than his name. you let it sink in for a while, being more than thrilled to waste the home invaders time as you sip your drink. the name sounded familiar, and judging from his attire, you put the pieces together.

“oh! country club, yeah i’ve heard a lot about you,” you chuckle to yourself, knowing barry and him have a love-hate relationship.

“what have you heard?” he probes, face now taut.

“that you have money. no wonder you hang around here so often,” you return that judgemental glance he pulled on you, noting the polo shirt, then back up to his face. his hair fell over it, and his features appeared almost too perfect. it was unnerving. “and yet i’ve never seen you here?” rafe responds, still lost at the interaction he’s enduring.

“you’re way better looking than i thought you’d be,” you try to mutter, but he’s engrossed in your exchange.

“pardon?” he nods his head forward. you smile densely, placing your drink down on the coffee table behind you then waving your hand toward the couch.

“i said take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” completely dismissing his question.

you’re seated on the sinking lounge, while he opts for the single armchair beside it. you’re able to see each other this way. he taps is fingers impatiently against the wooden armrests.

“are you like his girlfriend or something?” he strings together with scepticism. you bite your cheek with a chuckle.

“sister,” you assure. he nods slowly, giving a look that says, ‘my bad’ for getting that wrong.

“good to know,” the words were under his breath but you heard. and you’re sure he wanted you to.

“so did barry say he left something for me, or?” rafe rubs his thighs, shifting in his seat. it slipped your mind, his initial agenda for being there, but you quickly come back to earth. you huff, standing up silently to retrieve the bag that barry did in fact inform you was going to get picked up that day. you walk into the bedroom that has a curtain as a replacement for a door, reluctantly taking it into your hands.

re-entering the room, you throw it onto the table, falling back into your seat. rafe leaps toward it like it was his lifeline. you rolled your eyes, pulling your knees up to your body, hugging them. 

“that shit’s gonna ruin your life,” you voice. 

“yeah well,” he sniffs, tucking the white packet into his pocket.

“you can thank your brother when that happens,” he gives a hopeless response, with attitude. he stands from his seat, and you follow, making your way back over to the front door. 

you wanted to respond, but you’d be getting yourself involved in a sensitive topic. rafe halts between the door frame, his tall figure blocking most of the natural sunlight. you stand in front of him, one hand on the handle prepared to close it behind him, and this time lock it. you’re gazing up at him, wondering why he’s blankly staring at you. 

“what?” you question, toying with the handle, apprehensive of what he’ll respond with. 

“you’re nothing like him, are you?” his voice is gentle, almost like he’s only speaking loud enough for himself to hear it. your eyes are locked and it’s becoming an overwhelming feeling. you break eye contact, looking past him. there’s a sense of sadness that takes over. having always been a juxtaposition to your sibling, but often being associated, mean’t that someone seeing past the stereotype was a pleasant change. you shake your head, indicating a clear no. he nods, understanding. the silence spoke volumes.

“good. you’re too pretty for that shit,” and with that, his back was turned and he was slipping a black helmet on, momentarily returning to a stranger.

present day.

"and i still believe that,” he brushes a loose strand of hair from your eye. “so pretty,”

you’re fascinated by him. by the way you can tell that stash he was losing himself over has left his thoughts, and for a moment you remember the connection you two have. how powerful it was when he was with you, entrenched in your company.

“i know you’re trying, rafe,” you whisper, and his grip tightens. how much you believed your own words was uncertain, but the hope seemed stronger than any doubt.

“you’re the only high i wanna chase,” he uses his thumb to lift your face to him before he trails his touch along your bottom lip, gently prying your mouth open. he leans down and attaches your lips, yourself pushing toward him to deepen the kiss. you feel him smile against your mouth before you cup his jaw lightly to seperate.

“if barry comes home and you’re all over me, he’s gonna put a bullet in your head,” you look into his eyes. they’re glistening and bright, a drastic difference to how dark they were when he first arrived. 

“i’ll take my chances,” before wrapping his warm hand around the curve of your neck, pulling you into another kiss, lasting for what felt an eternity.

the body heat between you intensifies. rafe rolling his hips against you every now and then, urging a response from you, and though you’re aware of the risk of that front door flying open, you dig your nails into his shoulder blades. earning a desperate groan from rafe, you’re utterly intoxicated by his touch, becoming lost and unbothered by any risk or fear.

for a brief moment you understand what he feels when that substance runs through his veins and why he chases it. in your own way, you understand that high.

[fivelakesinwriting]

first fight with barry?? and reader sleeps on the couch and holds a grudge but fluff ending

Author's Notes: Barry forgets about an important event in his relationship with girl... Please let me know what you think if you have a moment. If this was your request, I hope you love it! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Drinking, Arguing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos and Fluff .

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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Barry didn't like to break promises. To him, his word was as good as any legally binding document. If he told you he was going to do something, then he would do it.

When she asked him to meet her parents, he told her that he would. He didn't give her a date or a specific time. Perhaps that was his way of getting out of it at some point. He didn't "meet" parents. Mostly because he had never really been a serious relationship kind of guy.

One night stands, or a couple of weeks with someone was the most he could really stand to have someone in his space. Yet, this woman got 365 days out of him. And counting.

It had been a long, and hot day. Barry felt like he had pulled himself over the finish line for a job that didn't really have a punch out time. He slouched on the couch, head rested back on the cushions while he stared at the ceiling and pressed an unopened can of beer to the base of his throat.

His exhausted body perked up as he heard the distinct click of his favourite pair of her high heels across his kitchen floor. He rolled his head over the back of the couch and looked his woman up then down in a red dress, far too fancy to be hanging out with a guy like him.

"All dressed up, but you know I only like the shoes." Barry smirked his thumb brushing over his top lip, over the little bit of scruff there before he reached over to pop the top of his beer can.

"You aren't even dressed! We have to leave to meet my parents like, now." She replied with wide eyes as she looked him over on the couch, still in his baggy shorts and worn out tank with the loose collar.

"Shit. That was tonight, wasn't it?" Barry sighed as he placed his beer on the scuffed up coffee table in front of him, then ran both of his tired hands over his face. He couldn't believe he had forgotten, she had been reminding him all week long and had even put a fucking pink post- it note on the fridge to remind him.

So every time you get a beer, you remember our big date.

"Are you kidding me, Barry?" She scoffed with a shake of her head, holding her weight on the small counter beside her as she looked him up and down.

"I'm sorry, alright? Been a shit week, and I forgot. Can we reschedule?" Barry mumbled into the palms of his hands, embarrassed to show her his face.

"No! You know we can't! My parents are only in town for tonight and tomorrow. Tonight was supposed to be our dinner with them, then tomorrow they're visiting their friends. Barry, this was important." She argued with a stomp of her foot as she grabbed her phone off the charger, presumably to text her parents that the dinner was off.

"And I'm sorry! What else you want me to say?" Barry glared as he pulled his hands from his face then stood up as he slowly walked over to her, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at her. Suddenly, he didn't like her red dress so much any more.

"What to tell my parents, would be a good start." She spat as she turned around and sent him a glare of her own.

"Typical Kook Princess, huh? Bet they don't know even know what I do for a living. Bet you told them I'm still at one of those jobs I fucking quit." Barry grumbled as he grabbed her phone from her neatly manicured hands and held it above her head.

"And what was I supposed to tell them? That the guy I love is the fucking biggest drug dealer in the OBX? That would make my Mama so proud of me." She responded with a push of his firm chest before she tried to reach for her phone, standing on her toes to grab it.

"At least I'm good at something. Think they'd be proud you fucking someone successful at something." Barry mumbled his top lip curling as he held her phone higher above his head, just to taunt his short lover.

"Successful? That's a stretch." She glared with another slap to his chest before she gave up trying to get her phone back then turned on her heel and walked back to the bedroom.

"Oh, fuck you. Because I don't got my name on a desk or a fucking door like your Daddy doesn't mean I'm not worthy. Don't be a Kook bitch." Barry spat as he walked after her, tossing her phone onto the counter. He wasn't done with her, even if she was done with him.

"Don't follow me." She glared a finger pointed at his chest as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

"It's my house!" Barry yelled with his arms outstretched, gesturing to the small home they stood in.

"Fine. I'm going to dinner with my parents, and if I come back tonight I'll sleep on the couch. I'll see you later." She sighed as she grabbed her purse and brushed passed him, walking towards the door.

"Don't walk out on me." Barry growled as he stomped after her, hot on her heels.

She didn't reply. She was as stubborn as he was most of the time, playfully so more often than not. And of course he had to test it during their first fight. He caught the screen door as he came back at his face after she pushed it open and stalked outside. He held the door open and watched his love stomp down the dirt path towards the road where her car was parked.

"Just come back! Please!" Barry yelled as he ran a hand through his hair before he released his hold on the door and let is swing shut.

By the time Barry went to sleep that night, close to midnight, she wasn't home. He felt sick to his stomach, and he would be lying if he said his heart didn't ache either. It was their first big fight and he hated that he had let her leave like that. He hated that he let her leave at all.

The whole time she had been gone he went over the fight in his head, thinking of ways he could have approached it differently.

Should have just gone to the stupid fucking fancy dinner, Barry.

There's probably not that many forks to remember, Barry.

Those people made Her, so how bad could they possibly be?

By the time midnight rolled around Barry could hardly keep his eyes open, despite the way his heart raced in his chest pumping anxiety into his veins. She was supposed to be beside him, like she always was. She was supposed to be curled up beside him, in one of his shirts with that ass pushed up against him. He'd tell her, "no", that he was too tired. But he always just wanted her to beg a little more.

It was the first night in months, almost one year, that he had to try and sleep without his woman. His heart ached, and his bed was so cold even for the middle of Summer.

..

It was early in the morning when Barry woke up. His body still on that military routine even after all this time. He turned his head to look at the spot beside him and noticed the lack of her beside him. His heart couldn't sink any lower.

Barry scratched the back of his neck, then pulled his body out of bed to make the coffee and check his own phone to see if he had anything there from her. He pressed his hand to his heart over his chest as he walked to the kitchen to try and steady the rapid beating of it.

As he turned on the drip coffee maker and pulled his phone off the counter, his head snapped up when he heard a weak whine come from the living room.

"Early. You wake up too early." Came her groan from the couch, her body in under a pile of blankets.

"Fuck. You are here. Scared the shit out of me, woman." Barry sighed as he pressed his palms flat on the counter and exhaled heavily towards his feet. He pushed himself away from the counter before he quickly walked into the living room, grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her tired body off the couch and into his arms.

"I'm sorry." Barry grumbled into her messy hair as he squeezed her tightly.

"I'm sorry, too. I was being stupid and thinking that a post- it note was enough to make you remember something that was important to me. I should have actually confirmed it with you out loud, instead of assuming you'd remember." She sighed into his chest as she wrapped her own arms around his waist.

"I should have remembered something important to you." Barry muttered as he rested his chin on the top of her head as he placed his hands on her hips.

"I forgive you, if you forgive me." She smiled up at him as she placed her hands on the side of his face, pressing up on bare toes to get closer to his height.

"Forgave you last night." Barry nodded as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, then leaned down to kiss her lips. He released a sigh of relief through his nostrils to have his woman back at home, safe and in his arms. He felt her fingertips curl into the material of his shirt to bring him close and he couldn't help but reach under the hem of her dress.

"Still got your nice clothes on." Barry grumbled against her lips as he reached under her dress, pulling the hem up to her hips so he could finally see what was under it.

"The house was dark when I came home. I didn't want to wake you up when I got home, so I slept on the couch." She whispered as she curled herself into his chest, her head resting in the crease of his shoulder.

"Go have a shower, get changed. I'll start breakfast. Got nothing to do today, so can be just us." Barry mumbled as he released his hold on her dress to press his palms flat on the small of her back.

"Okay. That sounds nice." She nodded as she pulled her face from his neck to look at his face, her own hands resting on his hips.

"A'ight. Be out here waiting. You don't have to change your shoes, though. If you don't want." Barry smirked as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he unwrapped her from his arms then gave her backside a pat to nudge her towards the bathroom.

"Nope! You missed your chance last night, Big Guy!"

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[berkmansimagines]

Wildest Dreams

a/n: With the new season approaching I'm seeing all this Barry stuff on my dash again! It inspired me to finally finish this fic and post! I can't wait for season 3 ❤️

Summary: Barry and his wife find out they are having a baby.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

“Will your husband be joining us?”

You’re at the Doctor’s Office. A few days ago you took a pregnancy test and it was positive! You scheduled an appointment to confirm the results and see an ultrasound for the first time. You took the first available appointment you could. Unfortunately, Barry already had a job lined up on the same day and it couldn’t be moved. He told you that he’d finish the hit as quickly as possible so he can make it in time for the appointment.

“Yeah! He’ll be here soon. He, uh, just got off of work,” you explain.

Barry suddenly rushes in. He looks completely drained and out of breath. Your eyes widen.

“Sorry I’m late,” Barry apologizes to you and the Doctor.

Barry walks over to you and kisses your forehead, “Hey. I didn't miss anything, did I?”

You shake your head.

“Babe, you have blood in your hair,” you urgently whisper.

“Huh?” Barry raises his eyebrows.

“Looks like we’re ready to get started,” the Doctor announces.

You and Barry are taken out of your private moment.

“This might be a little cold,” the Doctor tells you.

She puts a cool gel on your stomach and runs the transducer over it. Barry takes your hand.

It’s quiet for a moment. And then-

Thump, thump…. Thump, thump

That’s your baby’s heartbeat! Your face lights up as you keep your eyes glued on the monitor. Barry kisses your hand. He’s so happy right now.

Thump, thump…. Thump, thump

Barry’s mind flashes to the two of you with your baby. You’re living in a big, beautiful house. There are two cats in the yard. Everything is perfect. The daydream feels so real….

Thump, thump…. Thump, thump

But then Barry sees chaos. He remembers the job he finished right before the doctor’s appointment. He was ordered to kill his target at point blank range, which is how he got some blood in his hair.

Thump, thump…. Thump, thump

He momentarily squeezes his eyes shut to get the image of the target’s dead body out of his head.

Thump, thump…. Thump, thump

Barry’s eyes shoot open. It suddenly hits Barry that he ended a life today but he also just helped create one too. That’s a feeling.

Your husband is in some sort of a haze for the rest of the appointment. You leave the Doctor’s office together. Barry parked on the other side of the lot, but he wants to walk you to your car.

“You seemed a little off in there. Are you alright?” you ask Barry as soon as you step outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he quietly replies.

You’re not buying it.

“Barry, this wasn’t the first time you’ve gone somewhere else. I know when you get stuck inside your own head. What’s going on?” you keep pushing.

Barry shrugs and looks down at his feet.

“It’s just work stuff.”

You take a deep breath. You understand better than anyone.

“Well at least you don’t need to stress about work much longer. With the baby on the way, it’s finally time for us to get out,” you try reassuring him.

You and Barry promised each other that if you ever got pregnant then you’d both quit your jobs for good. Now that you’re starting a family, you want to keep your child safe.

“That’s true,” Barry nods.

“Nothing lasts forever…” you sigh, and then, “Seeing the baby on the sonogram made everything really sink in for me. It’s happening, babe. We’re actually going to be parents!”

“I can’t wait,” Barry says softly.

Once you two arrive at the car, you wrap your arms around Barry’s shoulders. He rests his hands on your hips, keeping you close.

“You know, even with blood in your hair, you’re still handsome as hell,” you tease.

“Oh yeah?” Barry smirks.

“Yeah,” you smile, leaning in for a kiss.

After a moment, you both pull away. You unlock your car.

“I’ll see you at home?” you ask.

“Yeah, uh, I have to meet Fuches first. But I’ll be home soon,” Barry tells you.

“Okay,” you nod, “See you later.”

You get inside the car and Barry watches you drive off. Despite all the good things happening, your husband can’t help but be a little anxious. He knows he should tell Fuches today that he’s quitting, but he has no idea how. Fuches will definitely try to fight him on this.

Barry shrugs and starts walking across the parking lot towards his car. He’ll figure something out…

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Chapter-13

Author’s note: Author’s note: I actually went out of my comfort zone in this chapter, touching a few points about Eo’s past and focusing on his point of view, I hope you like it, I think there is only 2 to 3 chapters left on this story and I want to know if you all would want me to continue it or to start a new one. Please let me know. I hope you enjoy it.

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He woke up the next morning before you did, the faint light of the sun hitting his eyes, making him squint them instantly; you were still tangled with him, your legs intertwined together. His eyes studied your face, so peaceful, so beautiful, the events of the previous night flashed through his mind and the guilt returned as the memory of the fear in your eyes came to the forefront of his mind. He was still unsure of why you were here, here with him. He wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t good enough for you, he had hurt people, he had caused pain, destruction, chaos and still here you were, trusting him with your life, with your being like he was some sort of guardian angel. You were making him soft, doubtful, vulnerable.

He recalled the way he had so fervently told you no when you begged him to help Allen and now here he was, wondering how he could actually do it, he owed you that much. He decided that if he was going to give in and bend at your will, he would do it on his own terms. He would map out a plan, he would get his plan executed, the goal completed.

He carefully moved from in between your embrace, being careful not to wake you as he made his way out of the bed. He walked to the bathroom, freshening himself up, he splashed water on his face, looking at the man in the mirror starting back, he didn’t recognize that man. There was no hate in his eyes, for once he could look at himself and feel some kind of relief. He missed his body, he missed who he was, having his mind and his memories all to himself. You liked him like this, you didn’t even know there was more to it than met the eye. You could never find out, find out of what he had had to do to survive, you would never find out that this body, was stolen, that his memories were corrupted. He was sure you wouldn’t be able to look past that, to look behind the mask and be with a man that wasn’t real anymore, that didn’t exist. He wondered for a second if you would have liked his original body more than you liked this one. He hated the answer his brain instantly offered him, of course you would love this one better, it was the only one you knew, and the only one you would ever know. He could feel the sudden fear raise inside of him when he realized where all of this thoughts had originated from. He was scared, he was scared of losing you and why would he be scare of losing anything or anyone? Because he loved you, because he had grown to love you and to need you.

His eyes quickly darted around the room, spotting his pants as he moved towards them, looking in his right pocket for his ring. He always kept it close to him, but lately he hadn’t need it. He grabbed the chain and tangled it in his hand, walking out of the room to the safe he kept hidden on the wall, opening it before placing the ring next to the gun he kept there for emergencies.

Opening the door to his office, he started to ponder on his next move, considering all the variables and movements, he knew Barry and the team had been working on a plan to build a trap to catch the reverse flash. Those plans had been left at pause once he had stopped showing around. He needed to get out there again and make that trap happen, it was the only way he could give you what you wanted, even if it meant giving Allen what he wanted too. He needed to make sure every detail was down to perfection, he had been working on his own side of this idea long before you intersected it. He would create a speed mirage, one to fool everyone while he was at the lab with them, one to run to whatever trap they had settled and hopefully it would be enough for Joe to work off of it to start a case to plead for Henry’s freedom.

He couldn’t say he didn’t understand some of what Barry felt, he knew what it was like to miss your family, to miss the people you cared for, even if they didn’t entirely cared for you in return. Robern’s face quickly flashed through his mind, he hadn’t thought of him in a long time, he wasn’t particularly fond of him, but in a way after being far away for so long, suddenly the despise and wishes to get rid of his little brother he had felt on his years prior to getting stuck on this time were gone. He even missed the bastard.

He shook his head before resting it on his hands, trying to free himself from those memories and thoughts that no longer served him. He wasn’t going back ever, he had given that up for you, for a life by your side. He looked up at the clock, it read half past 7, he should get ready and leave for the labs. He walked over to the room, you were still sound asleep and he had to resist the temptation of getting back in the bed with you.

Once fully clothed in his usual attire he walked towards the bedroom door, he was about to open it when he felt you stirring on the bed, looking back at you lovingly as you woke up. You stared at him, taking a moment to fully get a hold of yourself before speaking.

“What time is it?” Your eyes squinted in the direction of the clock while you sat up, holding the duvet close to your chest.

“Is almost 8, I have to leave to the labs, you can stay here.” He suggested, wanting to give you some rest.

“And miss all the action? I want to go with you.” You added, trying to test the waters and make sure you both were back to normal.

“Will you wait for me?” You asked him at his lack of response to the previous statement.

He simply nodded, walking over to the bed when you started to get up, silently wrapping his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your skin that peaked out of the duvet you were holding.

“I have been thinking,” he began.

“I will do what you want me to,” he continued, marking how this is something you were pushing on him, he didn’t want to do it but he would for you.

“But we will do it on my terms. I have a plan, and you need to trust me.” He finished.

“I trust you Eo,” you added, smiling at the cute nickname you had come up with for him. He internally cringed, remembering that only his brother had called him “Eo” in his whole life and he usually did it in a mocking manner but coming off of your lips it sounded kind, gentle almost loving. Things he didn’t receive or deserve.

You arrived to the lab together, finding it empty, neither of the team members there yet. You sat around the cortex together, checking over some plans and prototypes Cisco had been working on. The elevator door opened, and the sound of heels and chattering announced that Caitlin and Cisco had arrived, you were seated far away from Eo, not really giving away any reason to raise suspicion. You wish you could tell them; share the joy of being together but you knew it was most likely a topic he wouldn’t want to discuss.

With a discreet glance in your direction Harrison cleared his throat before speaking, addressing Caitlin mainly, he informed her that he would be absent from the lab until mid day, having being offered an invitation to speak at a class in Central City University, Caitlin quickly pulled out the invitation she remembered he had asked her to keep for him, he wasn’t really planning to go but now he needed the perfect excuse to execute his plan.

You didn’t know of this event, he hadn’t mention it, your eyes looked for his discreetly and he nodded his head, offering you some peace that this was part of his work. After he left Barry arrived, the whole team was mostly seated around waiting for anything to happen, any meta-humans to appear but it seemed to be a slow day, frankly most days had been slow since the flash made his debut, keeping everyone on check.

You couldn’t help but drift back to the thoughts in your head, all of them rotating around Eobard like the Earth rotating around the Sun, in this case he was you Sun, your star, the only thing you would ever want in life. Your relationship with him was getting serious, too serious, you could feel it, in the way you knew you loved him, wondering if he loved you or at least if he was capable of loving you back. You wondered what plan was this he was working on? He hadn’t told you anything at all about it, it was probably better if you were kept in the dark.

Midday rolled around and so did him, coming back to the labs and into the cortex, commenting how entertaining and informative the lecture had been, if he said this out of truth or sarcasm you had no idea, there was a fine line between both when it came to this man. The day had remained slow and once it was nearing the afternoon you thought for sure that nothing exciting would happen at all, but soon after the satellite picked up movement near Mercury Labs, soon enough Cisco and Barry were hovering over the screen as it read the tag for reverse flash moving about. Your eyes widened in shock as Eo grabbed your hand cautiously and squeezed it fast in reassurance. How could he be in two places at the same time? What was happening? You were puzzled with curiosity, there was more to this man than what you had ever thought possible and you made a mental note to ask him about this thing later. Barry speeded around the room before Eo could scream at him to be careful, he knew Barry would follow him and try to catch him, this was the bait he had thrown for the team to continue working on the trap.

He didn’t need the tachyon enhancer he was trying to steal from Mercury Labs, but it was the perfect excuse to keep going. Once Barry had finally reached him he was about to leave, having only done all of that as a show, or at least his mirage was about to, Barry did the usual speech he liked to perform where he questioned him to no end before he replied with the same, you will never catch me or this is not over flash. This game had been going on for so long he couldn’t remember how many times those words had been uttered.

Once Barry made it back to the labs he was frantic, questioning why reverse flash would want to steal the device or when had he reappeared since he had stayed on the low for a few weeks now, seeming as he was back they decided to keep working on the trap, to finish it faster and try to catch him. He knew they had taken the bait when Barry informed him later that he wanted him to go with him to talk to Christina about lending them the prototype so they could use it to lure reverse flash out. His plan was working, it was near completion and tomorrow would prove to be a success once he managed to trap himself and use that to free Henry, hoping that this would put an end to your torment.

Everyone stayed late at the lab, working on finishing the trap while he and Barry procured the prototype, it had been a tough negotiation, Christina being very wary of himself. Once they made it back to the lab it was late enough that everyone was leaving, he said his goodnight and retreated to look for you. He found you in one of the workshops, finishing the final touches of your part before he informed you that everyone had left, he asked you to go with him, stay the night with him and you didn’t deny him, how could you if that was the moment of the day you looked forward the most.

It was a little past 10 when you walked through the doors, he got up from the chair, making his usual routine of a drink and some relaxing opera to soothe his nerves. An idea popped in your head, you wanted to take a bath and may as well offer him the chance to accompany you. Walking behind him and circling your hands around his middle your chin resting against the muscles of his impressive back, you spoke.

“Why don’t you come with me, and I will show you something nice.” You said, not wanting to give it away. He raised his eyebrows, his curiosity had been picked, he wanted to know more now.

“What would that be?” He whispered in that husky tone he usually spoke, a smirk present on his face.

“Ah ah, you will have to wait and see, while I get it ready why don’t you get me a drink?” You asked him before moving away from him and in the direction of the room, his eyes following your every movement.

Once in the master bathroom you prepared the water, filling the tub and looking around for anything that would create some sort of bubbles, this man honestly had nothing of the kind, opting for stealing his shampoo you set in motion in feeling the tub completely before stripping and walking out to find him. You found him still by the counter, his back turned to you as you walked behind him, completely naked and hugged him from behind, he turned around in your embrace, his eyes trailing up and down your naked skin as his hands moved on their own accord to your waist, moving up and down feeling your skin while he moved down to press a kiss to your neck, humming in agreement at your current state.

His kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw before his mouth devoured yours with so much intensity, like a starve man eating for the first time in the day, this was exactly what he was feeling after not being able to kiss you all day. Your hands found his chest as you pushed him back, smiling at him. Your hands moved to find his and you pulled him to you, silently asking him to follow you, he obeyed, his eyes falling to your butt once you turned around and guided him to the bathroom, once inside your turned back towards him, your hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and while your lips grazed his, you kissed him slowly, passionately, wanting to feel every inch and curve his mouth had to offer. Once his shirt was off his pants followed soon after along with his underwear, you moved to the edge of the tub touching the water before moving to sit inside, looking at him expectingly.

He moved over, getting slowly inside the tub behind you, leaning back against the wall and sighting at the relive the warmth of the water offered him, one of his hands moved flat against your torso, pushing you back to lay on him while he ran it up and down your middle, caressing softly the skin of you breast and closing his eyes in relaxation when he felt your breathing slowing down, your hand caressing his arm.

“Will you tell me more about how you did that?” You asked him, your voice sleepy.

“How I did what?” He teased you, loving to play dumb for you to push.

“Come on you know what I mean, the speedy thing.” You said, tapping his arm lightly to show him how serious you were. His eyebrows raised in amusement at your chose of words.

“I will, but not today, I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He said.

“Do you promise?” You insisted, knowing how easily he liked to avoid subjects.

“I do, why don’t you relax? Take a nap I’ve got you.” he offered.

“Okay,” you replied sleepily, your eyes felt very heavy as the weight of the day suddenly downed on you, the warm water and the dimly lit bathroom lulling you into a comfortable slumber.

“I love you Eo.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, not that you wanted to, you loved him and you weren’t afraid or ashamed of it. He was your love, he was yours. His arms instantly tightened around you, his breath slightly faltering, his heart speeding up to what would be considered abnormal for someone like him. I love you too, he thought to himself, words he was not ready to voice, words he still struggled to wrap his head around, to understand. But the only thing he knew for sure, the only one he understood in this moment was that you were his and he was yours.

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Lantern!Marinette 2

Ao3 *** Part 1 *** Here *** Part 3

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Okay so I didn't touch Mari's parents before so here it is.

Simple explanation the magic that flows from Adana erased Mari's existence because she was so young. However those that loved her, that she loved, or who were impactful our Mari's life will remember her as a dream or imaginary friend respectively. If or when they meet her again it would be 'I know you from some where, but I don't know from where.'

In all intense and purposes Mari is a ghost.

So with that said here we go.

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So here she was starting middle school in Coast City. It was actually not half bad. same there was nothing about the intergalactic wars, the policies that set the Green Lanterns as the Galactic Police force or any history she learned from the Blues. This actually made her dangerously behind in Earth history, but Marinette was always a quick study. Her English, math, science, and art were amazing and her physical capabilities made her a star athlete. Only downside was making friends, like seriously everyone stayed in groups of two. Add to the fact she knew little of Earth culture and customs, made it hard to interact with others outside of class work. All in all she was shy.

Whenever a villain would attack and she was able to assist she would, but she made sure she was not seen and only boosted her dad's powers while healing injuries before they could be noticed. This only lasted about a little over a year.

She knew better than to call dad when she knew that he was in a meeting with the JLA, but it was kinda hard to ignore the yellow blur running through the city causing havoc.

"What's wrong?" He answered on the second call, murmurs were heard in the background.

"There's a speedster in yellow tearing up and down the city." she responded simply.

"Can you see..."

"Crap!" was shouted on the other end "Got to go. Reverse got out." Someone yelled but she didn't recognize the voice.

"I'll go with you," dad sighed. "He is in Coast." was the last thing she heard before dad ended the call. She took that to mean she should transform and help minimize the damage and keep an eye out.

Not even 10 minutes later she saw a red blur followed by her dad's green one. (They were held up by a nosy Bat who couldn’t help himself because someone cough*Superman*cough decided to eavesdrop on the call.) She updated him, and he repeated it, to who she now recognizes as the Flash, and they got to work.

It didn't take them long to defeat the Reverse Flash, but here is where they ran into a problem. Coast was equipped to deal with most metas but speedsters that got their power from the speed force were different, and by that they meant difficult.

"I have an idea." She piped up through to her dad’s comms.

"Come on over and share with the group." She landed not even a minute later spooking the Flash. "What's the idea."

"Am I not supposed to ask who this is?" Was asked by Flash, but he was completely ignored.

"So you know how the speed force allows speedsters to vibrate which allows them to pass trough matter, which is why transporting and containing speedsters are so difficult." She began to explain.

"Um..." Dad seemed completely lost. This was something she learned with the Blues in order to understand for when she would eventually come back to Earth.

"How do you..?" Flash seemed to look at her as if she just grew a second head and was suddenly very dangerous.

"Well if we create a double construct that infuses both frequencies of the spectrum" Marinette continued.

"It'll stop him from escaping since it would be two simultaneous frequencies working in tandem occupying the same space and speedsters can only vibrate at one at a given time." Flash caught onto her idea.

"Exactly!" she beamed.

"Alright let's try." Dad agreed once he fully understood.

They tested a small square and tightly wove several strands of energy until a swatch was big enough and tightly worn enough was created. They continued to expand it until Reverse Flash was in a bubble, which they proceeded to fly to Star City. After dropping off Reverse Flash, the actual Flash practically dragged the two lanterns to his home.

"Okay Jordan spill." Flash was now in civilian clothes, dad crossed his arms and huffed dropping his transformation and she followed suit, slightly hiding behind him.

"Hey Barry dinners just about ready." A woman came out of the other room. "Hey Hal want to join us?" she asked smiling and then spotted her. "Who's this?"

"Dinner would be lovely Iris," Dad replied smiling. "And this is Marinette," he pushed her forward and she gave a light wave and smile.

"Hello," was barely audible.

The woman, Iris, turned to Flash, Barry, "Dad and Wally should be here soon." As the words left her mouth the door opened and revealed a man and a teenager.

"Heya Auntie Iris, Uncle Barry, what's up Hal,” and he froze seeing her, "Um... Hi."

He was a blur until that, so speedster.

"Wally why don't you and Marinette get the table set." Iris suggested breaking the awkward silence between the two teens.

Wally led her to the kitchen, "I'll get the plates, can you do the table?"

"Sure." she answered and used the constructs of the ring to expand the table and bring over two more chairs.

"What?!" the plates began to fall from his hands, so she reacted since he didn’t seem to, catching them in another construct moving them over to the table. "Your a blue lantern!"

"Yeah, and you're a speedster." she shot him a smile. After that dinner was significantly less awkward, seeing as everyone knew or was a hero, and was filled with questions and lots of laughter, mainly getting to know her.

"In all seriousness you might want to keep her away from the Bat." Barry joked.

"Bats isn't getting Bluebell. Hell if today hadn't happened you wouldn't have known about her." Dad grumbled.

"Why should I stay away from a bat, I thought they were harmless to humans, or are you talking about a bat used for sports?" She was genuinely confused.

"Bats is a nickname for Batman a vigilante from Gotham. He a few years ago took in a ward." A soft ‘Oh’ was heard from her, but Barry continued "So, when are you going to introduce her to the rest of the League."

"I won’t if I can help it."

"But we knew this would happen sooner or later." she piped in.

"Yes but you've only been on Earth a year."

"You kept her from us for a year. Good job Jordan." Barry complimented.

"Year and a half actually, but better now than during something cataclysmic." she rationalized.

"That's true." Dad paused a moment before exclaiming, "I see what your doing little lady." A mock scowl on his face.

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That was her first friendship she made. Wally would randomly come over for the week end. She found out about a month later that it was whenever he needed a breather from his teammates.

That in turn meant that she would know quite well the inner workings of the team as he knew she could keep it a secret. When in private he would use (in the beginning at least) Robin, Artemis, Aqualad, Superboy, and Miss Martian otherwise he he ended up using pokemon names to describe them while in public. He had taken it upon himself to help her understand Earth culture and that mainly revolved around playing a lot of video games,watching movies or tv, or going out to various locations. Riolu, Chikorita, Croconaw, Machamp, Ditto and of late, a new teammate called Zatanna, nicknamed Kirlia. In all honesty she heard the nicknames so often that that was how she knew his teammates. It got to the point that he would call her Togetic, so in retaliation she calls him Pikachu.

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Barry Allen (Savitar) x Fem!Reader 

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In a world of Meta-humans, soulmates aren’t the craziest thing. Everyone has their soulmate’s name written on their wrist and mine said Barry Allen. I fell in love with the name Barry, I could only hope my soulmate liked mine just as much. Before the particle accelerator exploded I had a normal life, but once it sent the dark matter into the air I gained the power to create illusions. When I first realized it scared me. Lucky for me the Flash had rescued me from myself. Someone had attacked me on my way home and before I even realized I had created illusions of strong men to scare the guy off. However, I couldn’t stop it even after he ran off. I sat on the cold floor cowering in fear of something I never realized I made. The Flash ran in and slid to a stop. He looked around and started trying to fight the men, but found he couldn’t actually hit them. 

“What the…” I heard him say and then he looked at me. He kneeled down and placed his hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey, you’re alright. They’re not real.” He said and I looked into his blue eyes, and suddenly I felt safe. All the men disappeared and The Flash looked around confused. 

“Guys, I think we have a new meta.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“Right, we’re on our way.” He said and stood up, offering me his hand. 

“Come with me, me and my team can help you with your powers.” He said. 

“But I don’t have any powers.” I said, still confused. 

“I believe you do.” He said, but I shook my head. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. 

“Y/N.” I answered and he smiled. 

“Well Y/N, I believe you have powers and we can help you with them.” He said. 

“Trust me, and if I’m wrong I’ll take you home.” He said and I sighed. 

“Alright…” I said, taking his hand. Within seconds we were at S.T.A.R. Labs. There were a few others there were four other people in the room, which I assumed were team Flash. 

“This is the girl that triggered the Meta alarm?” A guy with long black hair asked. 

“Yep.” Flash answered. 

“I’m sorry, but there’s no way it could be me, I don’t have any powers.” I said. 

“In denial, interesting.” A man that looked exactly like Harrison Wells said and my eyes widened. 

“Y-You’re Harrison Wells! B-But you’re dead!” I said getting freaked out. Suddenly creepy looking shadows filled the room and I backed against the wall in fear. 

“W-What’s happening?” I asked, scared out of my mind. 

“Hey Y/N, calm down. They’re not real, you’re making them.” The Flash said and I shook my head with my eyes glued shut. 

“N-No! Impossible!” I said. I felt someone gently grab my shoulders and I looked up to see The Flash, except his mask was off. 

“Hey, just look at me okay? You’re okay, the shadows aren’t real.” He said and I once again felt safe. The shadows disappeared and I took a deep breath. 

“Whoa.” A girl with dark brown hair said. 

“That was awesome!” The guy with long hair shouted. 

“I-I have powers?” I asked and The Flash nodded. 

“We’ll help you learn your way around them. I’d like to do some tests so we can figure out exactly what you can do.” A light brown hair girl said. 

“I think introductions are in order first. I’m H.R. Wells, Earth 19’s Harrison Wells.” The man that looked just like Harrison Wells, but more hipster like said. 

“I’m Cisco Ramon.” The long-haired guy said. 

“I’m Iris West.” The girl with dark brown hair said. 

“I’m Dr. Caitlin Snow.” The girl with light brown hair said. 

“And my name is Barry Allen.” The Flash said and my eyes widened. 

“W-What?” I asked and he looked at me with furrowed brows. 

“My name, it’s Barry Allen.” He said again and my heart skipped a beat. 

“Oh My God, it’s you!” I said and hugged him. Everyone in the room was confused and Barry gently pulled me off him.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, still lost. I pulled up my sleeve and showed him that written on my wrist was Barry Allen. He looked at it confused then at Iris. 

“Um… I’m sorry Y/N, but I already have a soulmate.” He said and I furrowed my brow. He lifted his sleeve and showed me his wrist said Iris West. 

“B-But this says you're my soulmate?” I asked confused. 

“I’m really sorry Y/N but it must be someone else with the same name.” He said and I frowned. 

“Come with me Y/N, let’s get some tests done.” Caitlin said and pulled me along with her. How could the world be wrong? Barry Allen is my soulmate, then why did he have someone else’s name on his wrist?

Once team flash helped me control my power they asked me to join them. I agreed, but it was rocky at first. I was very awkward around Barry and Iris for a long time, but learned how to deal with my pain and sadness. Now that I was part of the team I was notified when a baddie was around town. This time it was another speedster who called himself Savitar. His goal was to kill Iris, but we didn’t know why. Barry and the team decided that I would be a powerful asset in his defeat. Once I learned my powers I learned that I can make my illusions feel so real to other people. We all knew when and where Savitar was supposed to kill Iris, now it was up to me to save Barry’s soulmate. Everyday up until the event I would practice making my Iris illusion as real as possible, spending a lot of time with her. It hurt me to spend time with her, but I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to see Barry happy. When I finally thought I perfected my illusion of Iris, it was time to test it. Barry was in the lab alone and I knew no one else was here. I took a deep breath and focused on creating Iris. I sent my illusion into the room and focused on replicating Iris’s voice.

“Barry?” Illusion Iris asked. Barry turned around and furrowed his brow. 

“Iris? I thought you weren’t here?” He asked. 

“I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I just needed to see you” Iris answered. 

“You know I won’t let anything happen to you, the team won’t let anything happen to you.” He said, gently holding her hands. 

“I know, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it.” Iris said and Barry sighed. He brought Iris into his arms and held her tight. 

“How did things go with Y/N?” He asked and I knew now was the time to show him. 

“I think it went pretty well.” I said as I walked out from around the corner. 

“Y/N?” He asked and I took a deep breath. Iris disappeared and Barry looked at me confused. 

“T-That wasn’t Iris?” He asked and I bit my lip, shaking my head. 

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to test it. Make sure it was real enough to fool Savitar.” I said, I felt guilty for tricking Barry like that. 

“No, it’s okay. I really thought it was Iris.” He said with a smile. 

“Are we sure Savitar isn’t going to see this coming? I mean he does have all your memories right?” I asked, worried we were just walking into another trap. 

“Savitar has mentioned everyone but you. I don’t think he knows about you.” He answered and I nodded. 

“If you’re sure.” I said and went to walk out, but Barry stopped me. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I answered, lying through my teeth. 

“I don’t believe you.” He said with a small smile. 

“It was just hard spending all that time with Iris.” I said and looked down at my wrist. Barry grabbed my hand and I looked up at him. 

“I know and I’m really sorry Y/N. But thank you so much for doing this. Iris is my soulmate and I know you’ll find yours one day.” He said and I faked a smile as best I could. 

“I know.” I said. 

“I’m gonna go practice more.” I added and left. There were only a few hours left and everything had to be perfect, for Barry’s sake… 

After a little while of practicing in the lab I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to go to Earth-2 where Iris was. At least if I was practicing my illusions there and Savitar somehow found her I could protect her. I hopped through the portal and when I got there everyone held weapons my way. 

“Whoa! Don’t shoot! It’s just me!” I cried and everyone put their weapons down with a sigh. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?” Joe asked. 

“Sorry I should have given a warning. I figured I should be here in case Savitar figures out where Iris is, at least he can take my illusion instead of the real one.” I said and everyone looked at each other. 

“Look, I just have a bad feeling and I think it’s better if I’m here.” I said and everyone agreed. So here I was in Harrison Well’s lab, keeping Illusion Iris around. 

An hour later an alarm was going off and I broke my concentration. I looked around at everyone, who looked panicked. 

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

“Savitar’s coming.” Harrison answered and my eyes widened. 

“What?” Iris asked. 

“Now. Joe.” Harrison said walking the opposite way of me. 

“Iris, stay behind me.” Joe said, taking out his gun. 

“Dad.” Iris said. 

“He gets to you through my dead body. Harry, Wally.” Joe said. Everyone was at the ready and I went and hid behind the portal. Savitar came through a moment later and I took a deep breath trying to concentrate. 

“I got him.” Wally said and ran at him. Savitar ended up beating him and it was just Joe and Harry left, shooting him. His suit powered down and suddenly a guy that looked just like Barry, but with a burn mark on his face, stood behind Iris. 

“Oh God, it’s really true.” Joe said. 

“Yes, it is.” Savitar said. 

“Aim that gun at me and I’ll kill you.” He added. 

“Listen to me. You were my son once. Whatever I did to make you feel this way… I’m sorry. Please Barry.” Joe begged. 

“No. That’s not my name.” Savitar said. 

“Barry.” 

“That’s not my name!” He growled. I knew what I had to do. I’ve never tried this before, but I had to try now. I concentrated all my energy into my power and opened my eyes. 

“Please! Stop, okay? I will go with you, just please, do not kill them.” I said as Iris. 

“I’m not gonna kill them now. They… need to watch you die first.” He said. 

“Baby, no.” Joe said. 

“Dad, it’s okay.” I said as Iris. 

“Oh look, Joe. She’s accepted her fate. You should too.” He said and suddenly I was being dragged away. 

It was an hour later and I was now standing where Iris was to die, except I was Iris. Savitar held me and Barry watched from the grass. 

“Flash. This is it. Now the moment is upon us. My ascension to become a God.” Savitar said. 

“Not tonight.” Barry said. 

“Show me you’re the hero.” He said and pushed me to the ground. 

“Let’s see what happens.” Savitar said. This was the moment I could get away and replace myself with an illusion, but I still had to keep Iris safe where she was. This was really going to test me, but I had to do it so everyone could be safe. 

“I’m gonna stop you.” Barry said and in a second he returned with the cannon they were working on. He shot at Savitar, but of course Savitar escaped it. I quickly replaced myself with an illusion and kept focus on where I had Iris. I felt myself growing weak from how much I was pushing myself, but I couldn’t stop. Not until this was all over. Barry kept trying to hit Savitar and finally did, but it didn’t work. 

“What? What? What? Why didn’t it work?” Barry asked, dropping the cannon. 

“I spent an eternity in a trap just like that. You think I didn’t know how to prevent it from happening again? He asked as he held up an orb. 

“The Philosopher’s Stone.” Barry said. 

“It’s made of calcified Speed Force energy, and you gave it to me.” He said 

“No… guys… guys! Joe!” Barry screamed.

“You stuck me with Speed Force for an eternity of hell. Now, welcome to yours.” He said, picking up the illusion Iris. 

“No. Don’t do this.” Barry begged. 

“Don’t do this!” He begged again. 

“Now, finally, I am free of you.” Savitar said, getting ready to stab Iris. 

“Barry.” Iris said. 

“I’m begging you, just-” 

“Barry!” Iris cut him off. 

“You lose, Barry.” Savitar said and stabbed Iris through the chest. She fell to the ground and Savitar ran off. 

“Iris. Iris. Iris. Iris.” Barry said her name over and over again, then started crying. I knew it was time to end his suffering. I let Iris disappear from his arms and Barry looked around confused. 

“W-What?” He asked, confused. I walked out and fell to the floor. 

“She’s safe Barry, she’s safe.” I said breathless and Barry ran to my side. 

“Y/N? What? How?” He asked. 

“It worked Barry… It worked.” I whispered and passed out. 

When I woke up everyone was surrounding me. They had smiles on their faces and I sat up. Barry held Iris with the biggest smile. 

“Thank you Y/N. Now we need to finish this.” Barry said. 

“How did you do it?” Joe asked. 

“I was practicing something that was advanced and I wasn’t sure I could do, but turns out I can. I was there when Iris was taken, but I knew if he took an illusion through that portal it would just disappear when he reached the other end, so I became Iris and switched places with her, keeping her in a pocket dimension. Savitar wouldn’t be able to find her, no one but me would know where she was and everyone would be safe. I thought I would die that night, but then Savitar pushed me to the ground and I was able to replace myself with an illusion. It was hard to keep everything going and it was taking every bit of my energy to keep each illusion up, but it paid off.” I said and everyone looked at me with wide eyes. 

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” Barry scolded me and I shrugged. 

“But you would have your soulmate.” I said and everyone was silent. 

“Anyway, Savitar is still around right? We should probably get on that.” I said and got out of bed, heading into the control room before anyone could stop me. 

Barry ended up going somewhere and we were all left waiting around. After a while Barry walked in and we all looked his way. Not far behind him was Savitar. You could feel the tension in the room, but my heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was because he looked almost identical to Barry, or maybe it was fear. I honestly couldn’t tell. 

“You make a move toward Iris…” Joe started. 

“He won’t. Killing Iris… won’t save him now, not anymore.” Barry said. 

“Where is Cisco? Where’s Caitlin?” Julian asked, clearly pissed. 

“They’re safe.” Barry answered. 

“I was asking him.” Julian said, looking at Savitar. Savitar looked around and walked towards me. 

“Show me that you can help me. Then I will tell you where your friends are.” He said. 

“You tell us now, or you go up in smoke.” Joe said. 

“This is bloody insanity. What is he doing here? He’s a monster.” Julian said. I walked closer to him, I felt a strange connection that I just couldn’t explain. 

“Hey! Stop! Guys, it’s okay.” Barry said, quieting everyone. 

“Y/N, stay away from him.” Wally said, clearly still scared of him. Savitar couldn’t face me and I was confused. 

“Look at me.” I whispered. 

“Please.” I whispered and he looked at me slowly. I gently placed my hand on his burnt cheek and felt a tingling on my wrist. He closed his eyes and mine slightly widened. 

“We’re gonna help you, I promise.” I said and took my hand away from his face. He looked at me sadly, then over at Barry, then back at me. 

“Thank you.” He whispered and I nodded with a small smile. 

“Right. Well, since our guest here has both of our resident scientists hostage, what temporal problem can we help you with?” Julian asked. 

“Tracy built the Speed Force trap. Maybe she has an idea.” Wally suggested.

“Tracy’s our best bet.” Barry said. 

“Am I?” Tracy asked from the doorway. 

“Because last I checked, it didn’t work.” She said and walked off. 

“I shouldn’t have come here.” Savitar said and I looked up at him and shook my head. 

“No, she just needs someone to convince her.” I said. 

“I think we know someone who could get through to her.” Iris said with a small smile. Everyone left except for me and Savitar. 

“Y/N? Are you coming?” Barry asked, peeking his head in after a moment. 

“I’m going to stay with him.” I said and pulled my eyes away from Savitar to look at Barry. I could tell he was worried, but I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“I’ll be fine.” I said and he nodded, leaving to follow the others. Savitar walked silently into the medical lab and I followed. 

“It’s strange being back here.” he said after a moment of looking around. 

“You remember S.T.A.R Labs?” I asked curiously. 

“I remember everything.” He said. 

“This is where we came up with the cerebral inhibitor to use against DeVoe.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“Who’s that?” I asked. 

“You guys haven’t gotten there yet.” He said. 

“So you remember me?” I asked and he nodded. 

“I remember you, Y/N.” He said and the way he said my name just made my heart flutter. 

“Then why didn’t you see me using my powers to save Iris?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Your powers.” He answered and I furrowed my brow. 

“You don’t know?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“Know what?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“You’re not there yet either.” He said and I was more confused. 

“Y/N, you learn that you can manipulate memories. I guess you do it without knowing how yet.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“I can do that?” I asked and he nodded. He walked up to me and gently touched my cheek. I felt the tingling on my wrist again and wondered if he felt the same. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispered and I just stared at him.

“I wish this wasn’t how we met, but I’m so happy to have you back.” He said. 

“W-What do you mean?” I whispered, not trusting myself to speak any louder. I was honestly scared that this was just another illusion I didn’t know I was making. 

“I may not go by Barry Allen anymore, but, unfortunately, that is still my name.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“You mean?” I asked and he smiled. He pulled his hand away and revealed his wrist to me. It said Y/N Y/L/N on it and I gasped, looking up into his eyes. 

“You’re my soulmate?” I whispered and he smiled. 

“That’s exactly the same reaction you had when we first met.” He chuckled. I threw my arms around his neck and placed my lips on his. I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been looking for my soulmate my whole life and thought the world had made a mistake. 

“That’s also what you did when you found out.” He chuckled when we pulled apart. 

“I thought the world made a mistake.” I whispered. 

“They didn’t, Barry just didn’t create me yet.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“You said everyone gave up on you… Did I?” I asked while biting my lip. 

“No, you were the only one.” He said, gently caressing my cheek. 

“Then what happened to make you want to kill Iris?” I asked and he gulped, pulling away from me. 

“There was a fire. I wasn’t fast enough to save you… Barry wasn’t fast enough to save you… I was alone and I knew the only way I could have you back in my arms is if I became a God of speed.” He said and I heard his voice break a bit. It explains the scar. 

“Are we interrupting something?” Barry asked and I looked to see him and Iris standing near the door. 

“No, so how’s this gonna work? Where will I live?” Savitar asked, acting completely fine. 

“What do you mean?” Barry asked, confused. 

“Are Wally and I gonna be bunkmates? Am I supposed to just rejoin Team Flash, fight some Rogues? What kind of life were you thinking I’d lead?” He asked. 

“I-I hadn’t gotten that far yet.” Barry stammered. 

“How do we explain me at the wedding? And do I sit bride-side or groom-side?” He asked, seeming lighter. 

“Ah, look, I mean, we don’t have all the answers. You know, we’re gonna figure it out. Together.” Barry answered and I smiled at Savitar. 

“No. Not together. You’re gonna spend the rest of your life with them, but I remember asking you to marry me. And I remember you dying.” He said to me and my eyes widened. 

“I can’t do this.” He said and went to leave. 

“Hey, yes you can, okay? I will be here for you and we can get to know each other all over again.” I said with a smile. 

“I wasn’t fast enough.” He said and I took a deep breath. 

“We can fix that when the time comes, but right now we need to focus on you. Where are Cisco and Caitlin?” I asked. He looked at Barry and Iris, then back at me. 

“I’ll bring them home.” He said then smiled. He ran off and suddenly an alarm went off. 

“What is it?” Iris asked as we all walked into the control room. 

“There’s energy radiating from the breach room.” Harry answered. 

“And it’s not breach energy.” H.R. said. 

“It’s the Philosopher’s Stone. It’s releasing all it’s energy.” Julian said. 

“Savitar.” Barry said. 

“It looks like it’s gonna blow.” Joe said. 

“Wally. Get everybody out.” Barry said and suddenly we were all on the street. Energy exploded from the lab and we all looked on with wide eyes. 

Barry took us to his and Iris’s apartment and Cisco came in fighting with his soulmate. 

“Guys?” Iris said and he looked over at us. 

“Oh my God! I thought something happened to you guys. Two-Face told me you guys were dead.” Cisco said. 

“We’re okay…” Barry said and everyone smiled at him. 

“Gypsy…” Barry said when she walked down the steps. 

“Gypsy.” Cisco repeated. 

“Guys.” Gypsy said. 

“Gypsy.” Julian greeted. 

“Harry.” Cisco looked over. 

“Here to help.” He answered. 

“Good.” Cisco responded. 

“I know what he’s up to.” Cisco said and sat everyone down to explain Savitar’s plan. Barry was going to go to the place and I knew I needed to go too. 

“I’m coming with you.” I said and everyone looked at me. 

“No way Y/N, it’s too dangerous.” Barry said and I shook my head. 

“I wasn’t asking. Either you take me there or I’ll just use a pocket dimension to travel there.” I said, crossing my arms.

“Pocket dimension? You can do that? She can do that?” Cisco asked. 

“Apparently she can.” Julian said and Barry sighed. 

“Why do you want to go?” He asked and I bit my lip. 

“Because, he’s my soulmate.” I answered and everyone’s eyes widened. 

“Maybe we can use that against him!” Julian said and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“I’m not going to help any of you destroy my soulmate! Barry, please…” I begged and he sighed. 

“How are we going to stop him from becoming a God then?” He asked and I looked at Harry. 

“No, Y/N we can’t.” He said and everyone was confused. 

“Can’t what?” Iris asked. 

“A long time ago I had asked Y/N to help me create a device that theoretically keeps a clone alive. Such as a time paradox. But after two test runs I deemed it too dangerous for both parties involved.” He explained. 

“Why were you testing this?” Cisco asked. 

“I thought two of me might help me.” Harry shrugged. 

“Please Harry, we never tested it on speeders, maybe that will change the outcome!” I said and he shook his head. 

“It’s too risky, I’m sorry Y/N.” He said and I sighed. 

I knew I shouldn’t use my powers to trick my friends, but I needed to keep my soulmate alive. I wasn’t going to let them take him away from me. When I got there Barry and the team were fighting Killer Frost and Savitar. None of them noticed me, but I watched as Barry pushed Savitar out of his suit. They were fighting and I watched as Barry pulled the blade out and held it in the air over Savitar. 

“Barry! No!” I cried and ran in front of Savitar. 

“Y/N?” Both Barry’s asked. 

“There’s another way for you to live. For us to be together.” I said and pulled out the device Harry and I made. 

“Here. Just stay still.” I said and focused my energy, sending a blast into Savitar and he groaned. Savitar fell to the ground and I gently shook him. 

“Hey Savitar?” I asked with tears in my eyes. 

“Barry?” I whispered and pulled his head into my chest. 

“Please don’t leave me…” I begged with tears falling down my face. 

“I said the same thing when I found you…” Savitar said and I looked down at him with wide eyes. 

“Y-You’re alive…” I whispered with a smile. 

“I’m alive. Thanks to you.” He whispered and gently caressed my face. I pulled him in for a kiss and held him tightly. 

“I told you all it would work!” I said to everyone when we pulled apart and Savitar chuckled. 

“Everyone should know not to doubt you.” He said and I smiled down at him. Now I have my soulmate forever, just like how it’s meant to be.

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[lilblog-asatreat]

#5 from this prompt list: "Let me bandage you up."

"Fucking hell!" Lup shouts to the heavens.

"I told you there was a ditch nearby," Merle says blandly.

"This isn't a ditch, Merle. This is a giant fucking crevice in the earth that just broke my fucking leg!"

Needless to say, Lup and Merle's forest expedition wasn't exactly going to plan. Their entire team split off into pairs to explore in search for the Light, (with the exception of Taako who wanted to stay behind on the ship), and so far Lup and Merle had to swim through a raging flooded river, fight off two chimeras, break their way through a giant "haunted" bramble patch which turned out to be hiding a small community of very hostile gnomes, and get so hopelessly turned around and lost that their hope of ever finding their way back to the Starblaster was getting slimmer and slimmer.

Their latest misadventure involved Merle scouting slightly ahead, warning her of a well hidden "ditch", and failing to mention it was actually a drop off to an eight foot deep hole, which tripped her and made her land with her full weight on her right leg while it was bent at a weird angle.

"Alright, I'm coming down, just give me a moment." Merle readjusts his backpack and starts carefully picking his way down the side. When he finally makes it to Lup's side, she's leaning up against the wall with her head pressed back against it, eyes squinted shut in pain. Merle takes out his holy symbol and mutters a prayer while moving it slowly over her leg.

Nothing happens.

"Shit!" Merle grumbles.

Lup opens up one eye to look at him and grimaces. "You don't have anymore-"

"Spell slots, no I don't."

"Oooffff fucking course." She closes her eye again and focuses on breathing.

Merle takes off his backpack and rummages around in it. "Luckily I brought more medical supplies than just me and my holy powers. Do you see any good sized branches near us?"

Lup opens her eyes again to look around. "There might be some branches over there." She points to the opposite side of the hole where the branches of a fallen tree lay against a slightly gentler slope back upward and out of the pit.

Merle takes a roll of bandages out and sets it on top of his bag before pulling out Lil Choppy and setting to work on getting branches that are viable for setting her broken leg.

After a few minutes of silence, save for the hacking of the hand ax, Lup asks, "So uh, do you think the others were able to find the Light?"

Merle takes a beat to wipe some sweat from his forehead. "Maybe. At the very least, they're probably having more luck than we are just trying to get around this place."

Lup gives a pained laugh as Merle goes back to hacking at branches. When he's gotten a few he's satisfied will get the job done, he moves back over to Lup and sets them down beside her leg. "Now, let me bandage you up."

Lup cries out in pain as Merle moves her leg in position and begins wrapping the bandages around it and the branches supporting it. He mumbles an apology but keeps going. After he's finished, he scoots up against the wall next to his friend and sighs. "So uh... how are we going to get out of this one?"

"I don't know," Lup sighs. "I can cast a spell that could levitate me, and you'd be able to pull me around without having to worry about putting weight on my leg, but uh that only lasts for ten minutes, and we still don't know where the Starblaster is. Not to mention, I... don't know if I have spell slots to cast that right now, now that I think about it."

They're both quiet for a beat. Then Merle laughs a little. "Well, at least if we die out here, we'll come back next year, right?"

Lup bites her lip. "Mmhmm?"

Merle looks over at her and quirks an eyebrow. "You don't sound very convinced."

"Well," Lup begins slowly, "yes, we will come back... at least, I'm 85% sure we'll come back..." She trails off and looks at him sheepishly.

Merle stares at her. "You're only 85% sure? You and Barry spent an entire year testing this theory! You told us we'd be alright!"

"There's always room for error in science and arcane studies, and we always have to take that into account. But 85% is a solid B, so we're pretty sure we'll all be fine. Sure enough to reassure everyone else at least." Lup explains defensively.

"What about the other 15%?" Merle asks incredulously. "That's a huge percentage of uncertainty!"

"Try not to think about it," Lup waves him off.

"Try not to-"

"Look, we'd be more sure if we actually had a chance to really test it, but it's only been four years, and so far the only time someone's actually died was Magnus back in year one. The fact that you and Magnus go back to having the same injuries as the ones you had when we first left is key evidence to support our theory that we just go back to our recorded state, but until someone else dies and comes back to life, there's only so many experiments we can do to try and replicate the real deal."

"So now the scientist has become the lab rat and dragged me along with you." Merle crosses his arms.

"Arcanist, for one," Lup says hotly, "I'm not that big of a nerd, and for two, technically Davenport dragged you into this because he's the one who paired you with me. And I'm so sorry that being paired with me was such a disastrous choice for you."

"That's not what I meant," Merle says, but Lup crosses her arms and looks away from him.

He sighs and digs through his bag again. It takes a minute, but he finally pulls out his prize, a little baggie of baby carrots that he swiped from the kitchen before they left. He crunches on one before silently offering Lup another one. She looks over for a second and rolls her eyes in annoyance but accepts the offering anyway.

"There's got to be a way out of this situation," Merle says after a while of chewing on carrots. "Maybe I can go back to the gnome village and see if I can get a healing potion or at least a way of contacting the ship."

Lup snorts. "They'll just run you out of town again. I don't know if you remember, but they weren't keen on listening to us last time, and I doubt they'd be too impressed with us now that we've accidentally burned down a few of their buildings."

"Not our fault they kept attacking us," Merle shrugs. "But I'm sure I can sneak past the guards, find their apothecary, and steal whatever we need to get you on your feet again."

Lup laughs. "In that armor? Merle, you are the single loudest dwarf I have ever met!"

Merle chuckles despite being mildly annoyed. "I mean, do you have any other ideas?"

Lup's smile fades a little. "I mean... I could send up a flare and hope Taako sees it? Prestidigitation is a cantrip, so I can just keep burning that until someone finds us."

"If they ever find us."

Lup grabs another carrot and chews on it contemplativly. "You know, I woke up today ready to take on anything and find the Light, but now all I want to do is be with my brother and complain to him how shitty our day has been while he makes me tea and jokes about it to make me feel better. It's... been a while since we've done that. We spend so much time researching and working and being too exhausted to do little more than sleep that we haven't just sat down to hang out and complain about just how shitty this all is."

"Well, I'm not Taako," Merle begins carefully, "but I'm still your friend, and I'm still here for you. You can complain to me all you want, and right now I can't offer you tea, but I do have some jerky once we run out of baby carrots."

Lup looks over at him and smiles. "Thanks, Merle," she says quietly.

Merle nods, and the two of them spend the rest of the late afternoon talking about the past four years and how much they miss home. When night begins to fall, Lup starts shooting sparks into the air, and the contrast of the bright colors against the darkening sky does catch the attention of one extremely worried elf. He sighs in relief and directs his captain to sail the ship westward toward the colors of hope.

[joaquinwhorres]

alone together (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› Dating is hard. But it's even harder to watch the person you love dating other people.

REQUEST ››››› 11 +13 with Diego? (11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile. 13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.) 

WORD COUNT ››››› 2,261

WARNINGS ››››› dirty jokes

A/N ››››› This idea popped into my head right as I was going to sleep the other night, and it just kind of poured out. I always feel a bit guilty when I turn love story requests into something a bit angsty, soooo I added some fluffy moments in here as well. And let me just say, I love their dynamic. Also I *slightly* changed 13. 

They've been close since the Academy. Not the Umbrella shit, the police academy--which was, pretty much, more of the same shit. Still had to dress up in a dapper little uniform and take orders from superiors who hardly deserved the title. He spent his childhood training to take down the bad guys and some thirty year old asshole who got his badge five years ago and aced some written test knew better than him? Bullshit.

She was one of the few people who put up with him at the time. Everyone else talked their shit and played the stupid game, as if blowing smoke up the instructors' ass would save them in the field. She was the only one who listened. Who took his tips on how to disarm over the trainers. Who questioned rules that would cost lives. Who put him in his place and drew lines between Number 2 and Diego Hargreeves he didn't know existed. 

So yeah, he's been in love with her for a while.

Which is why, when she calls asking him to come over, he turns off the police scanner, takes off the mask, and gets in his car. 

When she opens the door to her apartment, he can't help the small smile that quirks at the corner of his lips. She's so goddamn beautiful even in her leggings and Synchronicity baseball tee he got her as a joke when she graduated the academy. She had laughed so hard she cried and then serenaded him with "Roxanne". It was the wrong album, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

She, Sting, and the other two bastards are looking at him expectantly, so he quirks an eyebrow hoping that it turns his smile into more of a smirk. "You gonna let me in, or did you just want to show me your front door?"

She gives a mirthless pity laugh to tell him how not funny he is. "I was hoping you were the pizza guy."

"Sorry to disappoint," he shakes his head, and the smile situation is getting out of control.

"Not sorrier than I am," she says, heaving a long suffering sigh as she steps aside to let him inside. He doesn't even make it past her before she breaks and offers him a smile.

 Diego snorts and turns towards what might as well be his second home. Or first. Hell, he's here more than he's ever in his shitty room at the boxing gym. The TV is on, blankets pooled in a semicircle on the couch, a bottle of wine and half empty glass in front of the spot. Her purse and keys sit on the table, heels kicked off under a chair. Other than that, the place is pristine as usual. 

He doesn't like the way this scene looks. 

"Thought you had a date tonight," he remarks, heading into the kitchen to get himself a wine glass. Behind him, the door clicks shut and her bare feet patter lightly against the floor.

"There was a miscommunication."

It's the way her voice is too light-- each word is carefully chosen. How under the chair's legs one shoe is on its side while the other is still standing. The fact that she's drinking red wine instead of those stupid Whiteclaws.

"He didn't show." Diego turns to her as he says this, watching to see the words reach her. When they do, her eyes shoot down to the ground and she gives a small shake of her head. 

"No." Her voice is soft and her eyes run over the scratch marks on the wooden floor from when she had him rearranging the furniture to make her new coffee table "aesthetically fit". It's threelong seconds before she speaks again. "He uh--meant to meet up with someone else."

Anger shoots through him, burning and vicious and fuck wine as a solution. Diego strides forward, heading to the front door, when she reaches out a hand to stop him. "Don't."

He looks at her and tries to arrange his features into some semblance of innocent concern. "I'm just going to my car to get a bottle of whiskey I keep there." He has to pry his gaze away from hers because the look she's giving him makes his heart feel like it's going to implode. She looks at him as if she sees him. She's the only person who's ever given him that look.

"Diego. Do not go interrupt his date to pick a fight."

"Fuck," he curses under his breath because she sees right through the lie. He turns back to her, mouth open to deny the accusation when her look intensifies. 

"I know you Diego Hargreeves." 

No one has ever told him they love him.

But that sounds pretty damn close. 

She releases his arm because she knows that she's won or maybe she has some misplaced faith in his self-control. "I really appreciate that you want to kill him. Really, really appreciate it. But I don't need you going to jail on assault charges. I need you here, drinking wine and watching TV with me. Unless you actually have that whiskey."

He shakes his head, thankful he doesn't have to respond because the fact that she needs him leaves him just about breathless. 

This time she curses under her breath, a soft damn. "You're such a tease," she comments, heading back to the couch and he goes back to get a wine glass from the cabinet.

“It's only for you, baby,” he calls over his shoulder. 

They’re two bottles of wine deep and it’s only 11 o’clock. She had apparently been joking about the pizza guy, much to Diego’s disappointment. When he voiced as much, her eyes got big and bright, and she grabbed his face in her hands. “Then let’s order a fucking pizza.” 

And then she slapped him, one cheek after the other and went to get her cell phone.

They’re still waiting on the pizza.

But his attention has been less on the grumbling in his stomach and more on the fact that y/n hasn't laughed once in the last forty minutes. She hasn't so much as cracked a smile. Not even when Esther stabs her hand in front of Hank. In fact, since the phone call for pizza she's hardly even said a word, and he can see what she's doing. She's torturing herself. Her attention isn't on Barry, it's on the asshole she left at whatever bar to go on a date with someone who wasn't her.  

"Hey," he says, and she turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. At least she isn't that far down the rabbit hole. That's good. He's been there enough times to know how hard it is to pull yourself out of the cycle. To silence out the memories of voices you shouldn't give two shits about anymore and focus on what's in front of you. "How did Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?"

Her nose wrinkle and brow creases in confusion, and she stares at him like he's clinically insane. "What?" 

"Come on," he gestures, turning towards her so that their knees brush together. "How'd the Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?" 

She seems to catch on then, her face more skeptical than concerned for his sanity. "How?"

"He forgot to wrap his whopper." 

She just shakes her head, turning back to the TV. He wouldn't be Number 2 if he gave up now. "What should you do if you come across an elephant?"

"What?" her voice is flat and unamused, but it's not the same tone she gives him when she's done with his bullshit.

"Apologize and wipe it off." 

She cracks then, her lips fighting against her will to keep a straight face as the corner of her mouth twitches up into a smile. A small burst of air exhales through her nose. It's not a laugh, and it's not a smile, but it's a start.

""What's the difference between 'Oooh!' and 'Aaah!'?"

"Oh no--" 

"About three inches."

She bursts with laughter then, slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Her eyes crinkle in the corner, as she looks at him, shaking her head. He's gotten what he wanted, but what's one more joke?

"What goes in hard and dry and comes out wet and soft?" 

She almost chokes on the wine she's sipping to help her stop laughing. "Diego!" 

"Chewing gum. Why, what were you thinking?" 

"Fuck you," she says, pointing a finger at him, but she's laughing, so he starts laughing too. She sets her wine glass back down in front of her and crawls all the way on the couch, shuffling closer to him so she can beat his arm with both of her fists. 

"It's a good joke," he protests, laughing harder as she continues her assault. 

"It's so not a good joke!" she argues back, tears streaming down from her eyes. But they're from laughter rather than what's going on in her head, so he'll take it. His arm is saved from the punching by a knock at the door. Naturally she moves to get up, but he shakes his head, gently pushing her back down into the couch and reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. 

The guy takes in his tactical outfit with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't say anything about it. Diego feels a bit sorry that he took off his knives. Scaring the pizza guy was always mildly entertaining for himself. Instead he passes along the money with a "Thanks man," and returns to Y/N who has settled back into her spot. 

She gives him a warning look and holds up a finger at him again. "No jokes during the pizza." 

"What?" It's his turn to look at her like she's crazy. 

"I'll choke and die, and you don't want that on your conscience--and don't turn that into another joke," she adds quickly, preventing him from using the innuendo before he can even find it in the sentence.

"Fine," he says, sinking into his seat and putting the box of pizza on the coffee table. "No jokes. Just pizza."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him even as she reaches forward to pull out a slice. She doesn't break her gaze until she's swallowed and he bites into his own piece. There's a few moments of quiet between them, but it feels better than it did before the pizza. There's something lighter in the air between them, and he hopes she feels it too. 

"Thank you," she says, suddenly. 

It takes him a second and a quick glance around the apartment to realize that she means the pizza. He scoffs and waves the thanks off. 

"No, Diego, seriously. Thank you. For coming over," she sighs. "I needed this." 

"I'm always here for you," he said, nudging her with his shoulder. "You know that. Can't get rid of me even if you tried." 

She offers a small smile, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, wincing as she notices the pizza grease on her finger tips. Diego shouldn't be watching her this closely. He should focus on his pizza like a normal person. But he can't take his eyes off her. How she seems just a bit slower, just a bit quieter today. She runs her fingers over a napkin leaving a trail of yellow grease. "Do you wanna hear something sad?" she asks, her voice small.

"When you say it like that, how could I say no?" It was supposed to be a joke, but his voice is too soft.

She doesn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes fixated on the used napkin. 

"This isn't the first time that's happened. It's not even the first time that's happened this month." 

He wants to kill. He wants to wage a war against the boys on Tinder or Bumble or the force or wherever it is she's finding these assholes. But she needs him here. She told him she needs him.

"They're idiots," he says. "Complete fucking morons." 

"Statistics would suggest otherwise," she shook her head, looking back up at the tv, frozen on a close up of Bill Hader's face. "I mean...guy after guy, I'm always the one getting broken up with or ghosted. Is there something I'm not seeing? Seriously, Diego, is there something wrong with me?" She looks at him then, eyes shining and heartbreaking in the earnestness of the question. 

"There's not a single fucking thing wrong with you," he says quickly wiping his own hands off so he can pull her in close. She wraps her arms around his middle, leaning her forehead into the crook of his neck. He can feel her breath against his skin. Feel her heartbeat. He holds her even tighter.

"I'm going to put that in my bio from now on. Not a single fucking thing wrong with me. Verified by Diego Hargreeves." She gives a single quiet laugh at her own joke, and Diego smiles, running his fingers through her hair. He isn't sure if it's as calming to her as it is to him, but her head feels a bit heavier as she relaxes more into him. 

 “I don’t know. I think I’m just done with this all. Maybe I’ll like being alone," she sighs, wiggling a little bit closer. "With you of course. We can be alone together.”

'Yeah," his smile is bigger now, and he can feel her smiling against him too. “Yeah, we can do that.”

[outerbankspreferences]

Stay Stay Stay - John B Routledge

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: Mentions of Drug, mentions of underage drinking

A/N: this is slightly Rafe x reader too, but it’s mostly about our boy John B

MASTERLIST

I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night

I threw my phone across the room at you

I was expecting some dramatic turn away

But you stayed

This morning I said we should talk about it

'Cause I read you should never leave a fight unresolved

That's when you came in wearing a football helmet

And said, "Okay, let's talk"

And I said

Stay, stay, stay

I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time

You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad

But I think that it's best if we both stay

Tension were running high around the Chateau after Big John went missing. John B was a wreck, DCS was on him about the where abouts of his uncle, and the looming death of his father. He wasn’t ready to admit that he was dead. His father went missing almost eight months ago, and you had been there for him every step of the way. It had taken a toll on you too, you hated seeing your boyfriend this upset. You spent almost every night at the Chateau with him. John B would wake up in the middle of the night screaming from a nightmare, one time you almost fell out of the bed. Between you and his best friend JJ, you never left him alone.

It was coming to the end of the school year and John B had missed yet another day of school. He, JJ and Pope had ditched to go surfing, leaving you to make excuses for them. You had walked back to the Chateau after school finding the three of them sitting in lawn chairs by the dock. “Uh-oh Y/N alert.” JJ whacked John B’s arm nodding in your direction. Steam was practically rolling out of your ears, stomping over in their direction. “Where the hell were you guys today? Huh? Did you remember we had a science test this afternoon?” You ask looking at the two of them. “In my defence, I’m not in the same science as you guys so I didn’t have a test.” Pope put his hands up trying to make light of this situation. John B and JJ looked like deer in headlights. Normally you wouldn’t care if they ditched, you would have gone to if you didn’t get caught sneaking out a few nights ago, but John B was close to flunking the grade and you knew it was JJ’s idea to go surfing. “Come on Y/N, they’re not going to fail a kid who’s dad is missing. I’ll tell them I needed a mental health day like last time.” He tried reasoning with you. “Yeah Y/N/N the teachers don’t want to be there either, they won’t care if we missed a one day.” JJ spoke up siding with his best friend. “Stay out of this Maybank. How are you going to rewrite the test? If you fail, you’re going to have to take the class next year. You guys can’t expect me to cover for you every time.” You yell at them. They’d only seen you this angry a couple of times but knew to say as far away as possible. “I don’t know, I’ll figure something out. Come on Pope your dad still needs help with the groceries. Good luck John B.” Pope and JJ get up and leave sending a sorry look to their friend and avoiding your death glares.

 John B waves goodbye to them looking back at you still angry with him. He grabs his surfboard and the couple of empty beer cans trying to clean up. You walked to the chateau throwing your bag on the couch going to make something to eat. “Look Y/N it’s not big deal, I’m not worried about school and you shouldn’t be either. I wish you would get off my ass about this stuff, you’re not my mother.” You couldn’t believe what he had just said to you. You knew you weren’t his mother, but you were trying to support him. “Are you kidding me John B? I know I’m not your mother, but I don’t see too many people around here who care about you. You know what? You can be such an asshole sometimes. At least if you keep your grades up DCS won’t bother you so much” “Yeah well maybe I don’t care if they come and take me away. At least I wouldn’t have you pestering me all the time. John B make sure you make it too school, John B do this do that. I’m sick of it Y/N!” He shouted at you. That was the last straw you picked up the first thing your hand touched and threw it at him. John B ducked and turned around and walked towards his room slamming the door shut.

 You broke down crying, maybe you were being too overbearing, but you were worried about him. You grabbed the extra blanket off the hammock and decided to sleep on the couch. You tossed and turned all night. It was good thing it was Saturday, and you didn’t have to be anywhere. You woke up to that stupid rooster outside. You hated that thing. You got up and made some coffee walking to John B’s door. You knocked softly but never opened it. “John, love, can we talk about this? I made coffee. I’m sorry about last night just come outside and we can talk about things.” You walked back into the leaving room scrolling through your phone. You heard his door open and the shuffling of his feet down the hall. You looked up and gave him a dirty look, he was wearing an old football helmet of his dads. “Okay let’s talk.” He said keeping a decent amount of distance from you. “John Booker Routledge take that stupid thing off, I’m sorry for throwing the remote at you.” He slow takes the helmet off. “I will only because it makes my head itchy, you better not throw that phone at me.” He laughed being half serious. You looked at him taking in his features. He always looked so handsome in morning, but today he looked tired. “I don’t mean to be overbearing.” You spoke up, looking out the window. “I just don’t know how to help you; I’ve loved you for so long that I don’t know what I would do if DCS takes you away. I’m not going to be okay John B, not without you. So yeah, maybe I worry, but I do it because I care.” At this point you were crying not able to look at him. He walked over and sat next to you on the couch and took you in his arms. He held you while you cried. “Hey now, don’t cry I’m not going anywhere Y/N. I’m right here babe, DCS isn’t taking me anywhere. I’ve got you.” He kept repeating that, rubbing your back try to sooth you.

 Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers Who took all of their problem out on me But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing And I love you, because you have given me no choice but to

Stay, stay, stay I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad But I think that it's best if we both stay Stay, stay, stay

 Before you started dating John B, you were with Rafe Cameron, Kook King. You thought he made you so happy. Things were great at first, he always took you out on little dates, and made you his number one priority. He thought the sun set and rose for you everyday. That was until things with his dad got bad and he started doing drugs. It was less of the cute date nights and meaningful times, and more fighting. He would invite you out for a drive, and you guys would end up at Barry’s so he could get his fix. You tried your to best to help him stay away from the drugs, but he was too far gone. You guys had gone to a party at the boneyard one night, it was a rare occasion when Rafe would actually leave the house. Everything was going fine until you started to talk to the Pouges. How could you not, they were hosting the party. You were talking to John B and Pope when Rafe came up and started a fight. You talked Rafe down and ended up going home. A couple days later John B was helping Pope deliver groceries when he saw you carry some into your house. He made Pope stop so he could go talk to you. “Hey Y/N, you need some help with those?” He motioned to the groceries. You had a few more bags to carry in, and really didn’t want to do it yourself. You were surprised to see him there after the other night. “I would love that yeah. Look John B, I’m really sorry about the other night. If I had known Rafe was going to start something, I would have never come.” You spoke. You didn’t need to explain anything to him, but you felt obligated to apologize for you boyfriend. “Oh yeah don’t worry about it, I was happy to see you there! Maybe next time leave Rafe at home.” He laughed trying to ease your mind about things. It made him sad to think of you always making excuse for Rafe. He walked into your kitchen looking around. He had never been in your house before. “Well thanks for the help John B, I’ll see you around.” You looked at him. He put the extra bags on the kitchen table turning on his heels to leave. “We’re having another kegger tonight if you want to come, I won’t be manning the drink station maybe we could hang out or something.” He asked not looking at you, “I would love to, what time?” He looked surprised that you said yes. “Same time, sundown. I’ll see you there.” He smiled walking towards the door, you follow right behind him. You held the screen door as he walked down the stairs turning around “Oh and don’t bring Rafe this time.” You laugh and salute him “Aye,Aye Captain.”

 You showed up late to the kegger. After a long discussion with your friends you finally decided to leave Rafe. He wasn’t happy about it, hollering at you. Telling you everything you did wrong to him and in the relationship. You knew it wasn’t him talking, it was the drugs but you couldn’t put up the walls anymore, you couldn’t lie to yourself thinking everything was okay and he was going to get better. You look around for some of your friends talking to them for a bit before getting a drink. You spot John B next to the Kegger talking to his friend JJ. You walked up to them, JJ nudging John B when he saw you walking up. “Y/N, you made it! I thought you weren’t coming.” He smiled at you. “Sorry I’m late, but you know I will take a beer if you’re handing them out.” You huff motioning to the keg behind him. “Yes of course, one glass of the finest beer on the island, for the prettiest girl at the party.” He looked at you and winked. You look down trying to hide your blush. “Do you want to go sit by the fire, it’s a bit warmer over there.” He asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You gladly accept and let him guide to a spot to sitt. John B starts telling you a funny story about the Pouges and something they did and you’re laughing the whole time. You hadn’t been this happy in a while. It was a nice change of pace from the way Rafe had been treating you the last couple of months. It was at that point that you knew you wanted to spend more time with John B.

 You took the time to memorize me

My fears, my hopes and dreams

I just like hanging out with you

All the time

All those times that you didn't leave

It's been occurring to me

I'd like to hang out with you

For my whole life

Stay

And I'll be loving you for quite some time

No one else is gonna love me when I get mad, mad, mad

So I think that it's best if we both stay, stay, stay

Stay, stay, stay

 After that night you and John B spent as much time together as you could. You learned everything about one another, not leaving out a single detail. You told him about what happened with Rafe. You told him that it wasn’t always bad, that at one point in time you guys loved each other, but Rafe found a new love for drugs and you couldn’t watch him destroy his life. You told him about your struggle to keep it together, that you felt you had to keep everyone happy all the time. That you had to mother everyone because you didn’t want to lose someone like you lost Rafe. You blamed yourself and John B was having none of it. He helped you moved on. He told you about his dream to get off the island and become a teacher. He said even though he hated school he loved teaching people, he liked having an impact on other peoples lives. He always found it adorable when you would get mad at him for things. It was rare that you got upset but John B couldn’t help but think you looked sexy and cute. It scared him to think how much he loved you. He knew he was trusting his heart to the right person though. He couldn’t imagine spending his life with anyone else. You were so selfless, always making sure the Pouges were taken care of before your self. Learning different things, they liked so you would always have something to talk about with them. When John B asked why you did this you replied, “there your friends John! I want them to like me silly!”. He didn’t think you had to try, they loved you. You were different from the other girls he had dated. You were his, and he was going to do whatever it took to make you stay with him forever.

 Stay, stay, stay I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad But I think that it's best if we both stay Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay

Stay, stay, stay I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad I think that it's best if we both stay

"That's so fun"

[iris-westallen1]

The Happiest Day Of Our Life

‘’Well today was the worst day ever’’ iris said as she dove right on the couch. Barry just sat there staring at his beautiful wife so mesmerized he didn’t even realize she was talking to him but he couldn’t help it he was married to the most gorgeous woman on the planet he still doesn’t know how he got this lucky to have her in his life… ‘’ BARRY!!’’ he was immediately withdrawn from his thought blushing and rubbing his neck a habit he had formed since he was little.    ‘’ are you even listening to me’’ iris said with a slightly annoyed face mixed with concern.

‘’ sorry honey but it’s your fault I wasn’t paying attention’’ Barry cheekily replied.

‘Look at him looking so smug with that cocky smile ugh I could just slap him and fuck him at the same time, gosh why is he so hot making my ovaries explode’’ iris thought to herself.

‘’ you know honey cocky is not a good look on you’’ said a smiling iris

‘’oh, you love it and me’’

‘’ well, I supposed that is true’’ iris slaps his knee as she get’s up from where she was laying on the couch to come snuggle into Barry’s side ‘’ hmmm I missed you today’’ iris said as she coos into Barry

‘’ babe I am sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to.’’ Barry strokes her arm and side ‘’ do you want to tell me what was going on’’

‘’ I know it might sound petty or whatever but its team citizen if I can even call it that Kamilla’s gone and Allegra she’s never there she’s always at star labs and I get that she ha powers and whatever but I would like her to take her job more seriously and not for her personal gain, I feel bad for what happened to her cousin I seriously geniounly do but the only time you hear her talk about the citizen is if she needs something from us and its making me seriously regret promoting her.’’ Iris took a deep breath she knows how this might sound and it might just be her hormones but she is seriously tired of Allegra’s behavior.

Barry saw how distressed his wife was about this so he decided not to say anything until she has gotten it all out her chest.

After taking a deep breath iris continued ‘’ so today I was in the office getting ready to go investigate karma, Kramer whatever the fuck her name is and I find myself missing and employee so I called her just to learn she is hanging around frost and Caitlin for what reason I do not know I’m her mentor not them I’m not paying her to hang out with them and I was just like you know what its fine so I just left her and went about my way to go investigate Kramer in doing that surprise surprise my dad is investigating her with Cecil when I was the one who brought this case to him and he brushed me off like it was nothing. And that’s another thing I am so fed up with my dad.’’ At this point iris is bawling her eyes and all Barry wants to do it take that pain away from her.

‘’ my dad hasn’t been acting like my dad for a while now and it took me getting stuck in a mirror to realize it. You know he never once asked me how I was doing when I came out of the mirror, he just brushed it aside like I wasn’t gone for 3 months he could at least show some emotions.’’ Her voice was cracking at this point ‘’ h- ho- how I- is it * sniff sniff* that his more of a father to you than he is to meeeeeeee’’ her chest and shoulder moving frantically.

Barry finally goes in soothing her ‘’ I am so so sorry you feel this way, how long have you been holding this in and I didn’t even notice, I am so sorry baby, just let it all out’’ Barry said as he rubs his hands in soothing circles on her back ‘’ just let it out I’m here’’

When she is calm enough she continues ‘’ I just feel so neglected as a daughter by him and Cecil Cecil doesn’t even try to bond with me, she’s been with my dad for so long and I don’t even know anything about her and when we do talk she always uses her powers to invade my privacy and when she does that she can’t even be subtle about it she always has to my extra and do to much’’ by this time iris is finished crying now what she feels is rage towards these people. ‘’ she is literally everywhere when there was still  a team citizen was still a thing she became our ‘lawyer’ and no one even asked her to no offence to her but she suck as a lawyer’’ Barry starts laughing and nodding his head because it the truth. ‘’ I’m serious hahaha but it’s funny though but seriously I don’t even know why we hired her as your lawyer for your trial she couldn’t even win it she had to use ralph pretend to be devoe for her to win and I thought she was the best Caitlin and frost are dumb to hire her as a lawyer she couldn’t even win their case and if she cant win any of our case what is her use at star labs her powers are useless there no offense she could be home with Jenna and speaking of Jenna it sucks that we never see her they never talk about her unless its to say they are talking to their babysitter so instead of her to go take care of her child she’d over here acting like a child and sticking her nose in everyone’s business. I am so sick of her.’’ Barry just sat there looking at iris and after hearing all she said he can’t help but see the truth in what she’s saying, how could he have been so blind to this. As he continues to rub her back iris gathers even more courage to finally let this all off her chest ‘’ after cisco left the one person at star labs besides you I could stand was gone he was my sunshine twin he would always try to cheer me up when we lost Nora and even when I lost you to the speed force he was always there for me and I miss him and I miss Kamilla because she understood me we where becoming close friends before we got stuck in the mirror together and now we have an unbreakable bond because of that experience and now she’s gone too not only did I lose my best worker but I lost my best friend too. All of a sudden Iris seemed to get angrier Barry didn’t know why but his about to.

‘’ Caitlin and frost’’ she said their names with as much annoyance as she could muster up ‘’ they are the biggest entitled people I have ever met before frost was a thing it was the way Caitlin always looked at me like I was beneath her or something like she couldn’t get rid of me fast enough then frost came and bitch tried to kill me because she wanted dick and some other issues I had never did anything to her never spoke to her but all of a sudden she wants to kill me why I have no idea and what pisses me of is the way we just forgive her just because she did the right thing in the end and blasted Savitar she came to h.r funeral and she left to go find herself or whatever you went into the speed force and she abandoned me, Wally, cisco, and dad to fend of the bad guys on our own. Then Caitlin came up in her in her high horse to bring you out of the speed force like she’s been here all along, then she lost frost with the whole devoe thing Caitlin literally put your life and gypsy’s life in danger all because she wanted frost back and despite my better judgment I went up to her during the baby shower we threw for Cecile to offer up my help to find the bitch frost for her and she was just snarky with me saying no she will find her I just gave up on that hoe what still confusing is how she can perform all this surgery’s she’s doing since she hasn’t done them since med school like isn’t she a bio scientist or whatever like how did she become team doctor she literally has no experience in that field all she does is just stitch you up with pretty much all of us can do now and she acts like she has the most important job there dragging Allegra and Cecile along with her.’’ Iris shakes her head ‘’ you know what’s do funny’’ iris asked Barry ‘’ what’’ Barry genuinely curious ‘’ that whole frost trial and how Caitlin was like we have to get her out she’s my sister, since when though, anyways they arrested frost for a crime that she actually committed its not like she didn’t commit them she literally tried to kill me and she wanted her to go Scot free when you went to prison for a crime you actually didn’t commit it just pissed me of and instead of dumb bitch to just take the cure she volunteered her self for life in prison thinking she was doing sum, I might not like Kramer but what she did to frost was not a bad thing she all she did was try to make frost take responsibility for her actions. But she never does like always she literally gets out of prison after like two days.’’

‘’ and another thing that pisses me off is the way they treat Chester that boy is so sweet and deserves to be treated with kindness so that why it irritates and makes me so angry to hear that Caitlin was yelling at him for getting hit even sue warned Allegra not to pursue after her cousin but she did anyways and brought her to star labs without our permission knowing she’s a dangerous criminal when her and Allegra get into it she blast Chester who was just there to bring them snacks and somehow Caitlin made it Chester’s fault? Like how does that even make sense. I am just sick and tired of all of this. I am supposed to be happy right now basking in love with my husband trying to conceive our daughter and we can’t even have the privacy of knowing if were pregnant or not because of Cecile invading your thoughts once again the negative result you got was meant to be shared with me not her and I know this is wrong but I am glad that the test came negative because it would be so unfair of her to know that I am pregnant before I know all because she’s nosy.’’ Iris finally finished her rant with a deep breath, she looks up at Barry and all she finds in his eyes are adoration, understanding, anger, disappointment, and love.

‘’what?’’ iris asked

‘’ you are the strongest person that I know’’ Barry whispers to her ‘’I don’t know how you let this in for this long because one thing I know for sure is that I certainly would have burst long ago.’’

‘’ I am so sorry that you’ve had to keep this all in for this long’’ Barry said caressing her cheeks ‘’ and I’m sorry If you felt like you couldn’t tell me, thank you for bringing it to my attention and after listening to you things need to change for one our personal life needs to stop being discussed at star labs where everyone can hear and the second is that Caitlin needs to not be our doctor and she is certainly not going to be delivering our baby and most importantly we need to set boundaries for Cecile’’

‘’ thank you, babe, for listening to me and letting me get this rant of my chest, I feel so much lighter.’’

‘’ its my job iris there is no need to thank me I will always be on your side ALWAYS.’’

[backtothestart02]

Remember That Night - 3/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Another chap! I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 3 - After One Month

Iris sat in class, gazing out the window, daydreaming about nothing at all, and not hearing her name being called apparently. A rough nudge to her right brought her back to the present, and she saw it was Linda that had nudged her. She looked worried. So did the rest of the class. Their professor, however, just looked annoyed.

“Are you with us, Ms. West?”

“I, uh…” She cleared her throat. “Guess I drifted off.”

The professor sighed deeply.

“Yes, I can see that.” He shifted his gaze to Linda. “Ms. Park, maybe you could enlighten us with a riveting answer?”

Iris didn’t know if the answer was riveting or not. She turned her head out the window again and lost herself in the buzz of the city until she felt Linda nudge her arm again, more gently this time, to inform her class was over.

“Ms. West, if I could speak with you before you leave.”

Iris froze and looked to their professor, then to Linda.

“I’ll wait for you in the hall,” Linda mumbled, and left her side.

Their professor waited until everyone had exited, asking the last student to shut the door on his way out, which he did. The silence was deafening.

“Ms. West, do you know why I asked you to stay after class?”

“I have an idea,” she managed, shifting her books higher in her arms.

“Then why don’t you enlighten me.”

She restrained what would’ve been a long drawn-out sigh that would’ve no doubt gotten her in even deeper trouble.

“I wasn’t paying attention in class.”

“Not just today, Iris. But every day since classes started two weeks ago.”

She winced.

“We have our first test coming up next week, and honestly, I don’t know how you see yourself passing it.”

She swallowed.

“Would you like to tell me what’s going on? Your records state that you’re a straight A student. One does not get straight A’s by daydreaming in class.”

“I…”

She debated telling him about Barry, about the break-up, and how it had her so shook up that a month later she was still finding it hard to focus on anything but how her stomach was still twisting inside, her heart still crushed into pieces, her love for him still so strong that she knew she’d take him back in an instant if he were to show up in her life today.

But this professor wouldn’t understand. He would roll his eyes and advise her not to get into relationships that could distract from schoolwork and ruin her academic reputation.

So she opted for something more vague.

“I had a rough end to the summer, Professor. It’s made it difficult to focus on much else. I apologize and will try to do better.”

He eyed her with the suspiciousness of a hawk but did not ask for details.

“You better, Ms. West. Because if I don’t see you starting to pay attention by our next class period, and if you don’t get an A on our first test, I’m going to seriously consider you drop from my class until next semester.”

Her jaw dropped.

“It’s only been two weeks!”

“And you’ll be refunded in full for this class if you drop out by the end of next week. I know the rule is one week in, but I’m willing to make an exception. I’ll even speak to the admissions office on your behalf.”

She didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.

“Your other teachers may be okay with your lack of participation and effort, but I am not. Good day, Ms. West.”

She stood staring at him, as he started to gather his things.

“I trust you know where the door is?”

She swallowed, nodded slightly, and somehow managed to pick her feet up off the floor to make her way out of the room. She closed the door softly behind her, but it somehow sounded so loud and final, like the death of her education was near at hand. And it was all her fault.

“Iris,” Linda whispered from across the hall.

Iris looked up and forced herself to pay attention to her best friend who had waited for her during her summons. Her brows furrowed as she walked over to her.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” she said.

Linda huffed. “As if I’d leave you alone after that monster had eaten you whole.”

She looped her arm through Iris’ and tugged her down the hall till she came easily and they were walking in sync.

“What did he say?” she asked.

Iris finally let her long, loud sigh out.

“Oh, just that if I don’t start paying attention in class and get an A on our first test next week, that I should strongly consider dropping out of his class.”

“No.”

“Mhmm.” Iris rolled her eyes and added, “He even said he’d talk to admissions and make sure I got a full refund on my tuition for the class.”

“How generous,” Linda muttered.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“So, what are you going to do?” she asked.

Iris shrugged. “Find a way to pay attention in class, I guess.”

“You will,” Linda said. “And I’ll help you study for the test. We’ll get you back to your usual self in no time.”

“I’m not so sure about that…” Iris trailed off.

Linda didn’t have to ask why. She knew it was about Barry. Iris had told her every delicious, heartbreaking detail about her whirlwind romance with the cowboy that had stolen her heart. She had no problem believing that this was the first time her best friend had been in love with the sullen way she’d been acting ever since she got back. She’d hoped that school would be a distraction for her, a way to focus on something other than her lack of a love life. Apparently that had been the wrong approach. Iris West needed something a little more…direct.

“How about we go out tonight?” Linda suggested. “Get some drinks, flirt with some boys, sing some karaoke…”

“I don’t know, Lin…”

“Why not?” she pressed. “I’ve still got those fake IDs for us made if you want to get drunk. I know you keep turning them down, but-”

“My dad is literally a cop.”

“And your dad is also literally two states away.”

Iris frowned, as if that knowledge made it worse.

“I just want you to let loose, Iris. Forget about…him for one night and just have fun. I miss seeing you having fun. And maybe, maybe, one of the guys you flirt with will be interested in more than just a little flirting.” She winked.

“I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl, Linda. You know that.”

“Iris West might not be, but…” She flipped out the fake IDs she’d been referring to. “Is Sasha Malone?” Her eyes twinkled.

“Sasha Malone?” she sputtered. “That’s-”

“Your alter ego from your dreams, I know. I thought I’d add a little spice to our aliases.”

“Oh, God, Linda, I can’t believe y-”

“And I,” she continued, unthwarted, “will be Lindsey Spic.”

Iris raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. “Spic?”

“Well, it was going to be Spice, but then I thought people probably don’t have that as a last name. It’s too obvious for a fake ID.”

Iris snorted. “You think?”

“Just promise me you’ll come?”

“Linda, I don’t know…”

“We have no more classes today. We can go shopping for sexy dresses, grab some dinner, and then head over to the bar.”

“What if I don’t want to flirt with any boys? Let alone do karaoke?”

Linda smirked slowly. “Trust me, the boys will come to you.”

“And the karaoke?”

“Iris West may not be into singing, buzzed, in front of a live audience, but-”

“Sasha Malone is?” Iris added dryly.

Linda showed her pearly whites, and Iris actually laughed.

“You’re impossible.”

Linda hugged her side.

“That’s why you love me.”

…

An hour into hitting the bar, Lindsey Spic was having the time of her life dancing to one extremely horrible singer amidst the tables by the karaoke stage. Sasha Malone was still staring into her first glass of alcohol that Lindsey had insisted on ordering for her. She had yet to take a sip. It smelled abhorrent.

Lindsey had been right about one thing however. The boys were drawn to her like moths to a flame. She supposed she did look pretty hot tonight. She’d always looked hot, especially when she dressed herself up, and Lindsey had insisted on paying for everything when they went shopping earlier. This was the first time in a long time though that Sasha didn’t feel hot.

Maybe because Sasha wasn’t really Sasha. She was still Iris.

“Woo!” Lindsey sang out, stumbling over to Iris at the bar and miraculously landing on the first stool she tried. “That was some song, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm,” Iris obliged.

Lindsey looked at the untouched drink and frowned, coming across remarkably sober at the sight of it.

“Why haven’t you touched your drink yet, Sasha?”

Iris glanced at it again, felt no yearning to touch it and leaned toward Lindsey before saying under her breath, “Maybe because I’m 19, Lindsey.”

Lindsey clapped her hand over Iris’ mouth.

“Shh! Not so loud!” she whisper-shouted.

Iris pulled her hand away.

“You’re the one being loud,” she informed her, still talking quietly.

Lindsey pulled back. “Oops.”

Iris shook her head. “It smells gross too. I don’t know what you were thinking.”

She shrugged. “I drank mine.”

Iris snorted. “Yes, I’m aware.”

“Sasha.”

Iris turned her head despite herself and found a new drink sitting in front of it. This one looked fruity and half-appetizing with a cherry popped in the middle.

“From the guy at the end of the bar.”

Ugh. Not another one.

But Iris looked anyway and found herself staring at a handsome-looking blonde. Her usual type before Barry. She didn’t feel the attraction towards him she was hoping to, but for some reason his smooth smile and wink didn’t bother her as much as it had with the other boys at the bar. Maybe because this one looked more like a man.

Then she noticed his badge.

“You’re a cop?”

Startled and then embarrassed, the man took off his badge and stuck it in his pocket.

“I’m off-duty.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

“That’s a strange name. I’m leaving.”

“Nooo, whyyy?” Lindsey complained behind her.

Off-duty stood up just as she started to.

“So soon? The night’s barely begun.”

“This one is my plus one.” She pointed with her thumb behind her. “She needs to get to bed.”

“I do not! I am not sleepy!”

Iris looked over her shoulder.

“You will be. Trust me.”

“It was nice meeting you, Off-duty. And thanks for the drink, but I think I’m going to pass on everything but the cherry.”

“You can go ahead and drink it,” he said. “It’s non-alcoholic.”

She froze, worried more for Lindsey than herself.

“It was nice meeting you too, Leaving.”

She couldn’t bring herself to banter back, so she looped her arm through Linda’s and pulled her out of the bar, thoroughly rattled.

“Why are we leaving?” she demanded.

“Because that cop hitting on me could’ve ratted you out.”

Linda frowned. “So why didn’t he?”

Iris frowned too. “I don’t know.”

...

*will be posted on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

[bia-wayne-west]

Children of the future.

Synopsis: Barry Allen goes into the future by accident and finds out that in the future he is married to his best friend, Y / N and has two adorable children.

Characters: Barry Allen [Flash] and Reader [You]

Warnings: none.

A / N: I always loved the fics where Barry has children with the reader, too bad they are so rare. I hope you like the fic. Reblog if you like to help spread the word.

Sorry for the mistakes in writing. I am not fluent in English.

Requests are open

Masterlist | Prompts

Barry Allen was running like lightning. Cisco decided to test Barry's speed by making him run as fast as he can.

The leaves on the trees swayed as Barry passed, leaving everything in disarray along the way. Barry didn't care if he was going too fast, until a crack opened in front of him and Barry couldn't stop.

The sprinter was thrown on the wet grass floor. He got up quickly and looked around, wondering if it was for the past or the future. Everything was normal.

Barry noticed that there were some buildings in places that used to be houses and assumed he was in the future. Barry knew he couldn't risk changing the future, but he was curious.

Allen was surprised to see the name "Allen" engraved on the mailbox of a large house. The house was white and had three floors. He approached, seeing that on the porch of the house there was a swing and a doghouse with the name "Grant" engraved on it.

Barry's questioned whether he actually read the right name in the mailbox. He didn't have much time to think before a big fat dog ran towards him, dropping the Flash on the floor. The dog caught him off guard.

The animal began to lick Allen's face, causing the brunett to laugh. Barry carefully moved the dog away, standing up.

— Sit down! — He said to the dog and to Barry's surprise, the animal obeyed and sat on the grass. The dog wagged its tail and looked very cheerful.

Flash heard a giggle from the door. He looked up and gave a surprised exclamation when he saw that Y/N was standing in front of the door, arms crossed.

— I thought you would only come back tomorrow. Cisco called saying you had an accident in Star City. — Y/N said, walking over to Barry.

The man tried to hunt for words to reply to his friend, but he was petrified when he got a peck from his childhood friend.

The woman ran a hand through Barry's brown hair and looked at him tenderly. Flash noticed that she had a beautiful ring on her fingers. She got married.

Y / N returned to kissing Barry, leaving him in a state of panic. The brunett never thought of kissing his friend, since he was in love with Iris.

— Let's go. Benjamin and Anastasia are alone long enough to set the house on fire. — Y/N said, pulling the speedster's hand to force him into the house.

— Benjamin and Anastasia? — He asked, frowning. Who were these people?

— Are you going to say you forgot your children's names? — Y/N asked in a playful tone. Barry opened his mouth in shock.

Flash barely had time to say anything. Two small, fluffy bodies crashed into Allen. They were children.

Benjamin and Anastasia were children. Children of Barry and Y/N.

Flash opened its mouth but was unable to say a word. He looked at the children who had the Y/N's hair color and Barry's green eyes.

The boy looked a lot like Barry and he had a very sweet smile. The girl looked like a cute princess.

— Daddy! — The girl said, reaching for Barry to pick her up. Allen wondered if he should pick the girl up, but after Anastasia pouted him softly, Barry grabbed the girl and gave him a big hug.

Barry had children. He formed a family.

It was not with Iris as he imagined, but Y/N seemed to love him with such intensity that it was clear that there was a lot of love.

— Daddy. Ben, mom and I made chocolate cake. — Anastasia said. Her voice was soft and sweet. Barry almost cried when the girl laid her head on his shoulder.

— Mom let me make the cake filling in the mixer. — Benjamin, who seemed to be 2 years older than Anastasia said, smiling proudly.

— It must be delicious. — Barry said, smiling at the boy. The boy hugged Allen's leg.

The two children dragged Barry into the kitchen and made the speedster eat lots of pieces of cake and a jug of juice that Benjamin made. It was sour but Barry took every drop to make the boy happy.

The house was large and warm. Barry couldn't say whether it was hot because of the heater or if it was for the family who lived there. The kitchen at the house had a large slate taped to the counter where it indicated what was needed to be bought at the market and who was going to wash the dishes that day.

Barry loved everything. It seemed strange at first, but now it was an incredible future. For the first time in his life, Barry felt that everything was going to work out in the end.

He thought the children were normal, that they were not speedsters. But the moment Y/N dropped a glass, Benjamin ran like a lightning bolt and didn't let the object hit the floor.

— Are you a speedster? — Barry asked, his face filled with surprise.

— Of course my love. — Y/N said, emphasizing "my love". In the present, she always called Barry "Allen" or some stupid nickname. Barry liked to be called "my love". — Our babies are like you. Although Anastasia hate to run

— I prefer to walk. — The girl said. It was the cutest sight Barry had ever seen. The little girl had a teddy bear on her lap and used a toy spoon to give a "imagine" soup to the teddy.

— You look weird, Dad. — Benjamin said. The boy was focused on a portable video game and barely looked at the people at the table.

— Really, Barry. Are you alright? — Y/N asked the husband. She noticed that the speedster was stunned and looked strange. — Children, can you keep the cake in the fridge and then go to play in your rooms?

— Yes mom. — The babies said in at the same time. Benjamin used his super speed to put the dish in the fridge and went to the bedroom. Anastasia preferred to walk like an normal human.

Y/N took Barry into the living room. The fireplace was lit for the winter and some toys were mirrored down the hall. The dog Barry assumed was family was lying on the couch with his belly up.

— What happened, Barry? — She asked as soon as Barry took a seat in the living room. She noticed that her husband never seemed to have stepped on the house and looked at everything as a curious visitor.

— Nothing. It's okay, honey. — Allen tried to sound convincing.

— Barry, I wanted to tell you something. — Y/N sat on Barry's lap, leaving him perplexed. Barry stood like a statue when the woman placed a long kiss on his lips. — Do you like having two children?

— Clear. Ben and Ana are amazing children. — Barry said, trying to look like the father they know.

— So I think you will love even more having three children! — Y/N said, with eyes full of water. She took a box out of her pocket and Barry recognized it as the box for a pregnancy test. — I found out two days ago, but I was going to wait for you to come back from Star City.

— You are pregnant? — Barry asked.

— Yes. Caitlin thinks I'm five weeks old. It's still the size of a bean bean but I already love it so much. — Y/N said, rubbing his belly.

Y/N was surprised to get a hug from her husband. Barry was shaking and looked surprised, something strange since he already has two children.

Allen had tears in his eyes and Y/N hugged him back, laying his head on his shoulder.

— Thank you, Y/N. — Barry thanked. — Thank you for being my family and for giving me three amazing children. You're perfect.

— You gave them to me, Barry. You played an important role when it came to making them. — She said, giggling. Flash was thinking about how strange it would be to have sex with his best friend. Barry had known Y/N since elementary school and had never thought of her in a romantic way.

Now, Barry envied Barry of the future, who had perfect children and a beautiful woman who loved him. The Flash hoped that this was his future.

— How did we even start dating? — The brunet asked, trying not to sound thick and make the woman angry.

— You were almost killed by a villain and I realized I loved you. But Iris also realized that she loved you. It took a long time for you to decide that you loved me and ask me to date. — She explained, laughing. — You are always fast but you are so reading in some things.

— Funny. — Barry said, squeezing Y/N's waist. Barry's cell phone rang and the woman got up from his lap, letting Flash pick up the phone and answer it.

— Dude, where are you at? You were running and suddenly you were gone. — He heard Cisco say. Flash's friend was nervous.

— I'm on my way, Cisco. — Barry said, hanging up afterwards without letting Cisco answer. — Y/N, I have to go. Cisco is in need of my help.

— Sure honey. — Y/N said, giving her husband another kiss. — Come back early for dinner. Today Ben's notes arrived and he wants you to see them at dinner time.

— Okay. — Barry looked intently at the woman and the house before going to the door. This was a perfect future. — See you later, Y/N.

— Save the world, Flash. — Y/N said, while stroking his own belly. Barry took one last look at Y/N before running to go back to the past.

Tears streamed down Barry's face as he ran. Barry always wanted to have a family and in the future he did, with a pet dog and warm hugs.

As soon as Barry came back to the present, he went straight to Star Labs. He knew that at that time you were helping Caitlin to take care of the imprisoned metahumans.

— Hey man, where were you? — Cisco asked as soon as Barry stopped in the middle of the Star labs.

— I fell in the middle of the race. — Flash lied, knowing he couldn't tell anyone about the future. — Where's Y/N?

— She is giving lunch to the imprisoned metahumans. She always does that.

Barry did not answer his friend. He ran straight in the direction of Y/N.

She had a tray in her hand and was walking towards a prisoner's cell.

— Hi, Y/N. — The Flash greeted the girl. She just looked at him and smiled, backe walking. — I was thinking. We have been friends for so long and we never go out to dinner just for the two of us.

— Why should you go out with Iris, your great unrequited love. — Y/N replied, making Barry make a face.

— Do you want to go out with me Friday for dinner? — Barry invited his friend. She smiled, stopping walking and looking at the brunet.

— Since you insist so much, I agree to go out with you, Allen. — Y/N said, running a hand through Barry's hair. He smiled, thinking it wouldn't be so bad to be married to you in the future.

[comradelup]

@daughterofsarenrae said: Blupjeans + stolen century hurt/comfort!!

this was supposed to be a drabble. it is now 4k words. i went insane on this fine sunday afternoon/evening/night. blupjeans make you lose control.

ao3 link

Twenty seconds ago, Lup hobbled into the medbay, using Taako as a crutch and covered in soot and burns. Barry, who was just trying to find where he left his old body’s skeleton from a previous experiment, was tasked with patching her up while Taako helped Magnus clean up the mess outside.

He helped her onto the examination table to take the weight off her leg, which has some severe burns on it. Both arms are burned too, getting worse closer to her hands. He guesses she did some wandless evocation— or as she likes to call it: “fireball juggling” that went wrong. Too bad she chose to wear shorts and go without her jacket. Her hair is dirty and the tail ends are charred, and her face has soot on it, but it doesn’t look too bad. She doesn’t look too bad, and he’d tell her that if he had a single smooth bone in his body.

“Whoops,” she says with a shrug as Barry grabs the necessary materials needed to clean her up. Stuff to clean off the ashes and dirt, burn cream (that the ship keeps an ample amount of specifically for Lup Disasters™), and gauze to put over the cream. Merle’s out on some excursion with Lucretia and Davenport, so it’ll be at least a few days before he comes back to heal her magically. Honestly, Lucretia and Davenport’s absence explains the accident, they’re the most responsible ones.

“W-what happened?” Barry asks, wetting a washcloth and starting to scrub her upper arm.

“Accidental explosion, happens to the best of us.”

“W-with you around maybe,” Barry says, causing Lup to scoff indignantly.

“Rude!” she declares, “I am the best evocationist ever. It’s not my fault the dirt on this stink planet is explosive.”

Barry chuckles as he finishes wiping down her upper arm. Making his touch lighter he moves on to her forearm, and he doesn’t notice he’s gone quiet as he focuses.

“Aw, you’re so considerate,” Lup teases. Barry grins sheepishly and shrugs.

“I don’t w-w-wanna hurt you, is all.”

Lup makes a small sound that sounds between an exhale and a chuckle. “Thanks, babe.” Her voice suddenly sounds a lot more sincere.

He looks up and she’s smiling down at him. He nearly loses his breath, and manages to say, “No problem.”

He goes back to his work to avoid combusting completely. Lup says, “It’s funny, actually, how all this happened. When the explosion happened my wand just disappeared. It was behind my ear and went who-knows-where. I told Taako to get it for me but I don’t know how long it’ll take him.”

“I can help him after we’re done, if he wants help.”

“Don’t stress it babe, Mags is helping him. You can go back to your bones or whatever.”

Barry chuckles, finally cleaning up the arm. He moves to the next one and Lup stretches the clean one out, almost instantly wincing. She brings it back to her side and says, “Nope, stretching severely burned skin is a bad idea. The more you know.”

Barry chuckles again. “Just try to stay still until I get the cream on. It’ll help with dry skin too.”

“Me, sitting still? Have you met me, Barold?” she says, making him laugh a little. Nonetheless, after shuffling a little to get comfortable, she sits still. Her unburned leg bounces against the rung of the table, though.

A small lapse of silence fills the air between them, and Barry can’t quite tell if it’s awkward or comfortable or something else. He focuses on her arm either way, carefully wiping soot off the tips of her fingers before washing out the cloth in the sink.

He brings it back and starts wiping the side of her face clean. She was watching his hands before, but now she’s watching his face. His hand stills as they make eye contact. The silence is definitely something else now, but he can’t tell what it is. After a moment of silent staring, he brakes contact and goes back to cleaning, now feeling more than a little awkward. He’s intently focusing on Lup temple, so he can’t see her expression, but out of the corner of his eye, she looks a little… disappointed?

“What do you need your old skeleton for?” she asks suddenly. It takes him by surprise.

“Oh, uh, I was going to do some tests and needed b-b… I needed b-bones that weren’t, you know, still in a body. I thought I left some in here.” He adds, “You guys think it’s weird that I keep my old bodies, but it keeps me from experimenting on myself.”

Lup laughs a little. “I don’t think it’s weird.”

Barry backs away from her now-clean face. She was looking away from him, at the far wall, but looks back once there’s more distance between them. He asks, “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it is weird, but it makes sense, especially once you put it like that.”

He smiles before moving to her legs. Her right one is burned worse than her left, so he starts with the left. He pulls a wheely chair over to sit in and she props her foot on his thigh. Starting at the ankle, he says, “It’s not w-weird the more you think about it. It’s just recycling.”

Lup laughs at that, covering her mouth with her hand. Barry laughs along as he cleans. Lup says, “Can’t argue with that logic!”

“Tell that to Taako. He called me a… w-wh-what was it… a ‘total v-vulture’ when I tried explaining it to him.”

Lup laughs again, a little more calmed down. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll beat him up if he bullies you any more.”

Barry smiles, half to himself. “Thanks.” He finishes working on her calf and moves up to her knee.

Lup says, “Y’know, if you give me another rag I can help you with that.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I got it,” Barry says, shaking his head a little.

Lup shrugs, “If you insist.” She leans back, arms propper her up before she winces and remembers the burns.

“W-wait. Here,” Barry says, stopping and putting down his cloth. Lup moves her foot off him and he stands, grabbing the burn cream off the table next to her. Opening it and squeezing a little bit into his hand he says, “I’ll reapply and b-b-b… wrap it later, but this should help in the meantime.”

He rubs the stuff between his palms and when she offers a hand he takes it. He rubs both his hands around hers to spread the stuff over her burns. He’s careful not to hurt her and he stares hard at her hand to avoid making eye contact. He can tell his face is red enough.

Once it’s all rubbed in he just simply holds her hand in one of his and asks, “Okay, how’s that?”

He dares to look up at her and she’s looking at him silently, mouth ajar and what looks like a blush on her face. That could be his imagination though. She looks away and says, “Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine. Great, actually. Feels a lot better.”

“Oh, good. I’ll do the, uh, the other one, then.” Lup just nods, and Barry repeats the process with her other hand. It’s almost like a lotion, it moisturizes the skin as well as healing it. Barry’s hands come away soft as a baby’s skin. He thinks about that more than the softness of her hand despite the injury.

They fall into silence again as Barry sits back down and moves on to cleaning her other leg. Barry tries not to think about both him and Lup blushing as he held her hand, because if he thinks about it he’ll think too much about it and that’ll get him nowhere. Gods know he’s done that too many times already, especially when Lup is concerned.

Any chance of avoiding awkward talk is thrown out the window when Lup winces and buckles forward, gritting her teeth as Barry accidentally presses too hard into her burned thigh. He moves his hands away from her leg as if she stung him, instantly blurting out apologies.

“I’m sorry, I w-w-wasn’t thinking. That was v-very stupid of me. Sorry.”

Lup holds up a hand. “No. Don’t. It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” She sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, relaxing her muscles as she does so. She leans back and smiles sheepishly. “That just stung a lot.”

“Sorry,” Barry says again.

“Don’t be,” Lup insists, “You obviously didn’t do it on purpose.”

Barry nods. She offers her leg again, and he lets her prop her foot on his leg as he goes back to work, now acutely aware of her pressure sensitivity. He spares a glance at her and she’s fiddling with her hands in her lap. They’re slowly and softly trailing over each other; she interlaces her fingers, holding her own hand.

It’s been a while now and Barry is realizing the mood has changed from the time when she got here. A lot quieter, softer, a little more intimate. Or maybe the injury made Lup too tired to be as talkative as she usually is. Maybe the something hanging in the air between them, so heavy he can almost physically feel it, is all in Barry’s imagination.

“I wonder what’s taking the boys so long,” Lup says, “Kinda worried about my wand.”

“I guess how fast they’ll find it depends on how big the explosion is,” Barry says, “B-b-but we always have backups if they can’t find it.”

Lup makes an agreeing sound. “But I like my wand, it’s a good one.”

“I get that,” Barry says.

“Says the one who made a wand out of his ulna.”

“Says the one who set fire to gunpowder dirt.”

“Says the one who wore a jeans tank top. A jank jop.”

“Says the one who told me to w-wear it.”

“Says the two flirting by insulting each other.”

Barry and Lup’s heads turn in sync to Taako, who’s sauntering in with two small bits of something in his hand. Lup, defensive, says, “We weren’t—!”

“Yes you were, shut up,” Taako says. Barry says nothing and tries to keep his face from turning red at the assumption. Taako reaches Lup and hands her the sticks. “Here.”

She takes them and, yep, they’re the two halves of Lup’s broken wand. She frowns and pouts a little and says, “Aww, my good wand.”

“Don’t mess around with the stinky dirt, goofus,” Taako says, “How’re the burns?”

“They’re getting better,” Lup says, putting the wand pieces down next to her. “Once we get all the junk off me and the burn cream on me I’ll be fine.”

Taako hums. “We’ll get you a new wand after that’s done. Then you can help us look for Magnus’ granddad’s knife. He’ll cry if we can’t find it.”

Lup nods and Taako turns to Barry. “Speed up on the ‘fixing my twin’ thing,” he says, poking Barry in the nose before turning and leaving.

“But I don’t want a new wand,” Lup grumbles, crossing her arms. It’s dramatic and mostly for goofs, but he can tell she’s actually a little upset.

“You know… I’m p-pretty sure I still have my other ulna.”

Lup makes eye contact with him, a beat passes, and they both dissolve into laughter.

“You’re so weird, Bluejeans,” Lup says, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. “I dig it.”

Barry chuckles a little more as he calms down. “Thanks… I guess?”

Luckily, all the soot is finally off of Lup. He stands, takes out the burn cream again, and says, “Give me your arm.”

She sticks it out and he squeezes it from the bottle directly onto her forearm. He starts working it over her whole arm and she sighs in relief. “That feels so good. I was feeling like I got sunburnt all over.”

Barry’s nervous again, remembering the atmosphere from the last time he did this. He says, “You kinda w-w-were.”

Lup chuckles at that and says, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The burn isn’t too bad beyond her elbow, but he spreads the extra cream up there just in case. He wipes his hands on his jeans and grabs the gauze next. He starts wrapping her palm and she suddenly winces, hand tensing. Barry freezes, mortified that he hurt her. “Oh, sorry. W-was that too tight?”

She nods, grimacing. “A little.”

He unwraps and rewraps it, careful to be a little looser. His face burns with embarrassment. This is the second time he’s hurt her, oh he sucks at this. He continues wrapping the gauze around her hand in a repetitive motion, willing himself to focus on doing it right.

Something must’ve shown on his face, because Lup places her free hand over his, stilling it. “Hey.” He looks up and meets her eyes and she’s smiling sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine. I’m tough, y’know?” Her smile turns teasing and she says, “You couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to.”

That’s not true, because he didn’t want to hurt her and he still did, but he smiles a little regardless. She’s trying to cheer him up and he appreciates it. They hang suspended in that moment for a beat, just smiling at each other. That’s the second time this has happened too. He goes back to wrapping her hand and says, “I think even if I did hurt you Taako w-w-would hurt me just as bad.”

Lup chuckles, though it sounds a little empty. Weird. “Yeah, he’s real weird about that sometimes. Like, I can take care of myself, dingus! No need to go into ‘protective twin’ mode.”

Barry hums, nodding. He finishes wrapping the gauze and tucks the end of it into the folds so it’ll stay closed. He takes his hands off hers and she holds it out. The fingers are free but the palm is covered. It also reaches halfway up her forearm, where the burns were the worst. She wiggles her fingers a bit and turns her hand around to inspect both the front and back of the wrapping.

“Sweet, now I got a bitchin’ cast.”

Barry laughs a little. “If you w-want to think of it that way.”

“I do,” Lup says, smiling proudly. She sticks her other hand out and says, “Let’s do part two.”

Barry nods, getting the burn cream and starting to lather it onto her other arm. Lup says, “Do you think I’ll need to mummify my leg?”

Barry shakes his head. “It’s not as b-bad as your hands. Just put the cream on and reapply every so often until it’s healed. The gauze is really just to keep the stuff from rubbing off of your hands as you touch stuff.”

“Cool,” Lup says, “Though it’d be a nice early Halloween costume.”

“Yeah, if this planet does Halloween.”

“Fair. Hey, remember that cycle where Halloween was a monthly thing?”

“Oh yeah. April Halloween was w-weird to experience.”

“But really fun. I think me and Taako did the matching costume that month.”

“Right. You w-were Mario and Luigi right?”

“Yeah.” Lup laughs. “I was a great plumber.”

“I remember that. You made Magnus be P-peach.”

“No, he wanted to be Peach. He rocked that dress.”

Barry nods in agreement. Her other hand is just about done. It’s quicker work after doing it once before. He tucks the end of the gauze away and starts to put the roll back in its little box. He stands and pushes the stool out of the way. “There, you’re done.”

“Nice,” Lup says, holding out her hands and admiring them. Her casual smile turns reminiscent. “Y’know, whenever Taako or I got hurt on the road we always used to patch each other up and I always insisted we had to kiss it better. We had an aunt that told us it was healing magic when we were real little and it stuck with me.”

The image of Barry kissing Lup’s hand enters his mind and stubbornly refuses to leave. He stutters out an “Oh, really?”

Lup nods. “Yeah.” She smirks mischievously and holds out her hand like a queen to her subject. “Try it.”

Oh! She’s trying to kill him. That’s fine. This is fine. His face is probably as red as his robe and judging by Lup’s grin she thinks this is hilarious. Whatever. Fuck it. Let’s go all in. He gently takes both of her hands, holds them together, and presses a kiss to the junction between them.

When he lifts his head he stares at her hands in his, unable to make eye contact. Why the fuck did he just do that? Is he insane? She’s gonna think he’s insane, or laugh it off. He doesn’t know which is worse.

Biting the proverbial bullet, he lifts his head and looks at her. She’s staring at him again like before, eyes filled with determination and another unreadable emotion. She lifts her hands out of his grasp. Of course. This was weird and she thinks he’s weird and he should just leave before—

She’s kissing him. On the lips this time. Her hands moved to either side of his face and pulled him in, his hands falling to her knees on instinct. Oh. Wow. He kisses back, eyes falling closed. After too short a time, Lup breaks the kiss and leans back, staring at him with that determined something in her eyes still.

Then it melts away and she’s avoiding his gaze. “Um.”

“Um,” Barry parrots. He doesn’t know what to say either. His hands are still on her knees. Her hands are held near her chest, fingers curled into loose, nervous fists.

She looks to him again and opens her mouth to say something, but a loud voice interrupts her.

“Hey guys! Look what I found!” Magnus says as he enters, proudly brandishing his knife. On instinct, Barry backs up. Magnus notices his and Lup’s expressions and, with confusion, asks, “Am I interrupting something?”

“Uh, you found your knife? Where was it?” Lup says rather than answer the question. Barry sees a bit of darkness to her cheeks but says nothing. He’s probably blushing so hard he looks like a stop sign.

“Stuck in a tree,” Magnus says, laughing a little. “And not like in the branches or anything. It looked like someone threw it into a tree.”

Lup forces a small laugh of her own. “That’s wild, dude.”

“Isn’t it!? But uh, I just wanted to tell you guys so you didn’t worry. Bye!” And he’s gone as quickly as he left.

With the atmosphere thoroughly shattered, Barry and Lup look at each other awkwardly. “Um,” they say in unison, then laugh a little at that.

“Uh, here,” Barry says, grabbing the bottle of burn cream and handing it to her. “For your leg. And your, uh, your fingers.”

“Thanks,” Lup says. When she takes it their fingers brush and they both pretend to not notice it. She slips down from the table and starts making for the door, but walking slowly and backward. “I’ll uh, give this back when I’m done.”

“Mm-hm. You should reapply in uh, a few hours,” Barry says.

“Okay. Cool.” Lup nods. Then she… waves? And Barry waves back? “Bye,” Lup says, then bumps into the wall by the door, smiles sheepishly, and disappears down the hall. The door automatically slides shut behind her.

Barry sighs heavily, leaning against the table. What the fuck was that? He just kissed her. He kissed Lup. The woman he’s been practically in love with for decades now. And they just ignored it. Or they’re avoiding it? Which should he be hoping for? Should he go after her and talk about it? Would that be weird? Or would pretending it didn’t happen be weirder?

Fuck. He needs to get himself together. He looks down and realizes he’s been throttling this washcloth like it owes him money. Okay. Okay. Step one: clean the medbay. Step two: go to your room and scream into a pillow until you know you’ll be able to look Lup in the eye. Her warm, brown, soft eyes that look right into Barry’s soul and—

Focus!

He cleans the medbay, putting away the materials and wiping down the exam table, just in case. Also to get his nerves out. He almost trips over the rolling chair twice so it doesn’t help much. But he notices something: Lup’s old wand, still in two pieces and still on the table. She’ll want that back.

Fuck, he’s gonna beat himself up if he doesn’t do this, huh?

Telling himself it’s just to give her property back and for no other reason, Barry makes his way down to the hall of sleeping quarters to where Lup’s room is.

He knocks on the door and it slides open, but Barry is instead face to face with Taako. He looks as surprised to see Barry as Barry is seeing Taako. But Taako’s face morphs into a grin and he says, “Hey, Barold. What’s up?”

“Lup forgot her w-w… her wand,” Barry manages, holding out the halves for Taako to take.

Taako does that thing where he pretends to think on a matter even though he’s made up his mind. He taps a finger to his chin and hums. Then he points that finger at Barry and says, “Why don’t you give it to her.” He winks, he fucking winks, then moves past him and into his own room.

Barry turns back to looking through Lup’s doorway at Lup herself. She looks like she’s been pacing. She does that when she’s nervous. Is she as stressed over this as Barry?

“Um, here’s your w-wand,” he says, holding it out to her. He’s still standing in the doorway. She crosses the room to take it from him, but she seems more focused on him. Their hands brushing is an afterthought.

“Thanks,” she says. While still keeping that eye contact, Lup places her broken wand on the dresser by the door. The third time they keep staring at each other. This time, he doesn’t break it.

“Barry?” she asks.

“Yes?”

“I, uh,” She breaks eye contact this time, nervously looking down before meeting his gaze again. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission before I kissed you.”

That takes him by surprise. “W-w-what?”

“I’m sorry, I kissed you without knowing if you would be cool with it. I mean, you kissed back so that probably means you were? But still, I’m not too sure and either way I shouldn’t have assumed anything that was rude of me and I—”

“Lup?”

She freezes. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“…Yes.”

So he does. He steps forward, officially crossing the threshold of her room and meeting her lips with his. Her hands find his face again and— right, she still has bandages on. His own hands fall to her hips. Her shirt is a little rumpled and riding up so he touches bare skin and it’s soft. So is the kiss, it’s soft and warm and perfect, just like Lup. This kiss is longer, less impulsive, more gravitational. They came crashing into each other and Barry’s heart exploded into a million tiny pieces.

But it ends, sadly, and Lup backs up just enough to look him in the eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”

“Me too.”

“I never imagined having mummy hands when we did it though,” Lup says, giggling. Barry does too.

“I really don’t mind.”

“I do. I can barely feel your dumb, cute face.” She prods his cheeks with just the tips of her fingers for emphasis.

Barry moves a hand to cup her cheek. “Your face is cute too.”

She leans into the touch, her hand over his own. “Thanks.”

“Kinda wanna kiss it again, if I’m being honest.” Gods, it feels so good to be honest about this now.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” she says, moving steadily closer.

Barry moves closer too. Gravitational. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They meet in the middle for another kiss. Barry feels like a shooting star and a firework and a blooming flower, but more importantly: he feels Lup. Her fingers on his face, her hips under his hands, her lips on his, her breath mixed with his.

It’s nothing short of heaven.

[sincerlypadfoot]

Messy Summer (1)

~Ron and you are the first to arrive at the order hideout, taking a bedroom for yourselves for the summer, you both are like glue doing everything together, when the twins lock you into a room together things get a little to out of hand

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I felt sick to my stomach, thinking about Cedric, feeling horrible for Harry, how he had must be feeling. Laying in my bed since summer started unsure of what to do, thinking about connecting my friends, reaching out to someone or just keep my summer to myself, living my life.

“You’ve gotten a letter,” One of my mothers many house elves said walking into my room, I shot my head up looking at the little thing, carrying a thing letter in its hand.

“Thanks,” I leaned down taking the letter out of it’s hand and sitting up. “You can go,” The house elf left and I was left alone with a unknown letter in my hand.

Dear Sierra McFallen

You are recommended to stay at the Black house for the summer, if you accept a room will be awaiting for your arrival

    Sincerely 

    Albus Dumbledore

I rolled my eyes getting out of my bed, surprising not surprised that I had gotten invited to stay at a safe house for the summer.

I took out a quill and paper, quickly writing my acceptance letter, rolling it up and turning to my window.

“Please send this to the Black Residence,” I asked the owl that laid in the tree infront of my window, the black and white owl look my letter, flying off.

“Would you like me to tell your mother that you’ll be gone for the summer,” Micky, another notable house elf said, I turned around facing the little thing.

“You will tell my mother that I will be back soon, do not tell her where I am going, who I will be with, or anything relating to what I will be doing this summer, is that clear,” I walked over to my closet, tossing them into a open suitcase on my bed.

“Making sure there isn’t any loopholes I can run into,” Mickey said making me smile, I laughed facing him.

“Other house elves have found me a way to get into trouble, just making sure my mom won’t ever know what i’m doing,” My bag closed with a flick of my wrist and I turned around to face Micky. “Don’t give my mother such a hard time, just keep her on her toes and give her just a bit of trouble from me,” I winked opening up my window and crawling up.

“Stay safe now Master Sierra,” Micky called out as I jumped out of my room and down into the bushes, used to the fall since I had snuck out of my house more times then fingers of my hands.

“Will do!” I yelled out gripping my suitcase tight and started walking towards down, not minding the walk, since it was always a normal thing for me.

“What will this summer bring me now?” I whispered to myself, taking one more look at my house then turning around, I smirked taking a path into the woods. Twenty minutes passed and the town of London appeared in front of me coming out of the woods.

“Surprised to see you here,” I heard around me, my body turned unamused to dumbledore who came out of the forest. “It’s been safer here, I recommend you not contacting Harry Potter, since he’ll have his own issues to deal with this summer,”

“I’m not friends with any of these people, I won’t be talking to any of them,” The Slytherin in me was coming out but I pushed it back. “Thank you for inviting me,” Dumbledore nodded his head and I walked forward, watching the mansion appear infront of me. “Safe travels,” I said to Dumbledore, walking up the steps with him behind me.

“I’ve brought company,” Dumbledore called out as the two of us walked down the long hallway, I jumped at his voice but calmed as I door opened and two men walked out.

“Didn’t expect to see you two together,” I parked my lips walking forward, looking at my uncle, Remus who was my mother's brother, and then at Sirius who had watched me grow up. “Tell me mom i’m here yet?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Don’t plan on it, don’t think she would approve of her werewolf brother taking in her perfect daughter,” Remus winked messing up my hair. “Come on, i’ll make you something to eat,”

“Correnton, she wouldn’t approve of me stepping foot out of the house durnin the summer,” I chuckled sitting on the table. “Padfoot, how have you been?” I asked crossing my legs and looking at Sirius who sat down beside me.

“Pretty good, been snogging your uncle,” Sirius teased sticking his tongue out, I smile and rolled my eyes. “How have you been doing Rocky?” 

“I haven’t been Rocky in years,” I smiled turning so my whole body was on the table. “Good, controlling mother, shittiy school year, everything is perfect,”

“Ha, I remember Rocky, your mother still doesn’t know does she?” Remus asked sitting in a chair, passing Sirius and I a plate of sandwiches.

“Are you kidding, she would kill me if she knew you guys helped me becoming a animagus,” I laughed picking up the sandwich and taking a bite.

“So how old are you now?” Sirius asked taking a bit of his sandwich, hardly chewing before swallowing.

“Just turned sixteen, year six of hogwarts here I come,” I sarcastically said rolling my eyes. “Can’t wait tell im out of there,”

“See, she gets it from me Remus, using my exact words when I went back for year six, it get tiring don’t you think,” Sirius chuckled finishing the last of his food.

“It can’t be that bad Sierra, DADA still your favorite class?” Remus asked finishing his food as well.

“Yeah actually, aced the werewolf test,” I smirked looking at Sirius who put his hand up the in air, we high fived each other laughing.

“Remus I think your sister and I might have had a affair, Rocky and I are like the same person,” Sirius laughed making me laugh.

The doorbell rang and Remus sat up from his chair. “I’ll be right back, and Sirius, it’s scary how actuare that is,”

“Are you my dad?” I laughed joking around jumping off the table and picking up the three plates and bringing them to the sink, letting the magic take care of it.

“Red hair, hammy down clothes and many people, must be the weasleys,” Sirius said jumping off the table. “My favorite people,” I laughed at Sirius sarcastic tone.

“Yeah you're telling me,” I rolled my eyes and followed Sirius out, standing beside him, watching the group of people walk into the house. “I have never talked to one of them you know,”

“Neither have I, but I know their mother hates my guts, I speak and she rolls her eyes,” Sirius whispered back at me.

“We have more guests,” Remus cheerfully said, everyone turned around and looked at Sirius and I standing together.

A plump woman walked over to us, looking at Sirius who annoyance then at me with a smile. “Molly Weasley,” She stuck out her hand.

“Sierra McFallen,” I shook her hand politely, wanting a first impression to me good. “You have a big family,”

“And not one have them have ever mentioned you, you go to hogwarts don’t you?” Molly asked letting go of her hand, a tall gingered man stood behind her, shooting me a smile.

“Yeah, i’ve never talked to the Weasley family before, but I guess your the first one,” I shrugged my shoulders not caring about first impressioned anymore, feeling annoyed.

“Well we’d be glad to meet you, enjoy the rest of your day dear,” Molly walked passed Sirius and I, followed by her husband. Remus was gladly talking to the kids infront of us.

“I think I might throw up,” Sirius whispered placing his hand on my shoulder. “How could someone be so cheerful and hateful at the same time,”

“First impressions Sirius, they’re always the fakest,” I whispered moving his hand off my shoulder and smiling, walking away and up the stairs, I stopped in the middle, looking down at the Weasley kids, one inportaicular one looked up at me, a freckled face boy who was almost taller than everyone around him.

He shot me a small smile, not remembering his first name for the life of me then continue my path up the stairs, towards my already claimed room.

“Boo!” A voice shouted as I swung my door opened, I closed my eyes for a second backing up in confusion, then opening them to see two twin boys standing infront of me.

“Why so glum chum?” One of them pipped up, I shook my head walking passed them and into my room.

“Get out of my room, if I don’t know you then you shouldn’t be in my room,” I mumbled opening my suitcase that was placed on my bed which I was grateful about and started tossing things all over, looking for my wand that was barried somewhere.

“Fred and George Weasley, now you know us,” One of the twins jumped on my bed looking at me with a smile. “I’m Fred for your information,”

“I thought I was Fred?” The other one said behind me, I whipping around looking at him. “George Weasley,” he smiled sticking his tongue out.

“Bet you couldn’t tell us apart,” Fred said jumping off my bed. “No one has ever been able to tell us apart, try,” I looked at the too unimpressed.

“Close your eyes,” George said and I did what I was told, placing my hands over my eyes frowning and annoyed. 

“Okay, open them,” 

I uncovered my eyes looking at the pair, to their matching shoes to their matching hair.

“Fred,” I pointed to the left. “George,” Potinging to the right.

The twins looked at eachother confused, then back at me.

“How did you know, you totally got lucky with those guesses,”

“No actually,” I walked forward to George and pressed my fingers against his neck. “You have a mole right here, not very noticable but I notice odd things,” I moved my fingers off Georges neck and turned to Fred who looked a me nervous.

My finger pointed to Fred's left eyebrow. “You have a scar, also not noticeable, but nice try, i’m not very hard to trick,” I winked turning back around to my bag, reaching in and looking for my wand.

“This girl scared me,” I heard one of the twins say, I let out a low chuckle and pointed to my door with my free hand.

[calypsoff]

Fifty One. Part 2

Robyn seems so happy that we have decided on a home, I mean of course I took a little bit of time to come around, I don’t want to seem like an asshole that I am ungrateful and I am not liking these luxury homes but big homes can be scary, they attract the wrong type of people that have no right, I mentally can’t take it if anything happens to me again so this is why I am careful and I don’t like bedrooms on the bottom floor, it was such a stupid idea. It was so easy for anyone to get me but I am happy that we finally have a home but that does also mean Robyn is going to go to London, she has been waiting to go. She has done nothing but speak on London and when she is going, she has team ready to leave, I think the jet is even ready but deep down I don’t want her to go just yet, in a weird way, not to sound like a little bitch but she protects me. I feel safer around her or whatever, but she has to go, this is her moment to live out her dream “there is that poppa! We got a home, yay!” Robyn clapped her hands “Matt said he will be visiting the apartment to drop off some keys and security codes to be changed but I want to change the whole security at the house, so ignore that. But yeah, we have our family home, happy?” Nodding my head “yeah, are you going now? To London? Or you going to stay at the new home for one night?” I hope to hear the second option “stay for one night at least and then go, I need to go. I know they are sick of me cancelling and everything, my schedule is behind, so I do have to go, it’s not even a need. I’m happy we have a home now, so you can stop worrying. I promised you this, didn’t I?” Nodding my head “you did, so are we going to a studio now or something?” I asked looking out of the car window “yes we are, the team is waiting for me, I mean my team. Vogue is out of the way and now GQ, this will be more fun for us” I hope it is, Vogue seemed intense in a weird way.

Getting out of the SUV squinting my eyes, the sun is shining down today “fashionably late my ass bitch! You just late” Yusuf walked off with Robyn behind him, pulling my jeans up as I made my way into the big studio, it’s huge. It looks like the middle of nowhere but there is a lot of TV crew here “you always walk this slow?” Rich turned to me “sometimes” I laughed “you always dragging your feet nigga, come on. I am always having to look behind me to see what you are doing, come” slowly making my way to him “you really beginning to annoy me” I chuckled walking into the building “where do I go?” Robyn has gone “follow me” he placed his hands on my shoulders “you need to start being fast, as soon as Robyn gets out of the car you move. So I have been here before, luckily” it’s seems so quiet, is anyone actually here. He knocked on the door and moved back “go in, they will be in there” I don’t trust him “you’re having me aren’t you? I’m gonna walk into there and it’s not even her” Rich laughed shaking his head and then opened the door “you left your whole husband on the streets? See she’s here” Rich held the door open to me “I did not leave him, he was right there” walking into the room “Chris I saw you get out of the car, you keep dragging your feet for no reason, you was there” chewing on my bottom lip as I sat down, she’s not wrong but I feel a type of way “anyways, I will see you all later” Mel made her way over to me with a blunt in hand “mhm” she held it out to me, nodding my head taking the blunt. I think I need it “you don’t get him high, honestly. This is his first appearance bitch!” Robyn spat; Mel just laughed but I needed this.

Passing Mel the blunt back “good shit yeah?” Nodding my head “yeah. You always do, are you going with Robyn to London” I asked, I am sure she is “yep, you know that already. Barry was saying you haven’t spoken to him since the wedding, I said that obviously I seen him and he’s ok. I mean I’m not coming between any of y’all, but I hope nothing has gone off right?” I didn’t think Barry would be telling Mel that I haven’t “no not at all, just have a lot on my mind. I’m ok though, I will speak to them soon. I just have things to do, like priorities change now. So it’s Robyn now, I just need to get my business back to where it needs to be. You know, can I ask. Is it selfish to speak on something you don’t want to happen? Like is it weak for a man to say he doesn’t know what he’s doing?” Mel squinted her eyes at me as she blew out the smoke “are you feeling a little lost? I mean it’s a lot that it’s happening, Robyn’ life isn’t just sitting in one place while in theory it would be nice to settle into marriage maybe that is something that can’t happen when this was a thing that needed to happen, but it’s ok to say it Chris. I would like to hope Robyn would want that. But it’s a lot, so marriage, honeymoon, a new home, interviews and business meetings like you haven’t really had that full time to just settle and do not keep that to yourself, say it” Mel is right “that is just stressing Robyn out, she is pregnant now and I got to think of that” I think I need to say it to her “she also has a duty to you, she jumped to get married” I didn’t think Mel would have said that.

Conversation with Mel was interesting, I mean even she said that she jumped to get married, but I am just going to wait it out and we can speak on it “Chris, in this dress. Does it looking like my stomach is growing, can you see that pouch. The dress is so clingy oh my gosh” Robyn twirled around while looking in the mirror just frantically staring at herself, I don’t think she does “no, you look ok. Your dress is tight as hell but ain’t nothing wrong with that, I like the dress. You look beautiful” she is so concerned that someone will see a bump “hi, Chris. Can you sit here for me” who is this lady “uh why?” I said confused “because she is about to make you look popping, go on” frowning at Mel “why?” I questioned “what do you mean why, you need to look good. You will be in front of the camera, I mean make his freckles pop Mylah. Go!” Mel hit my arm, getting up from the seat “like you going to put makeup on me? I don’t need that?” I am confused “I know you don’t Chris, but you need this little boost on the face, all the men have this now sit!” she spat, oh she is shouting “mhmm ok” walking by Robyn, this is weird.

Yusuf shaved my beard a little and my hair, made it look very on point. My face is very much on point, I ain’t going to lie with that shit but whatever she put on my face, I look good in a good way. I mean I didn’t expect Robyn to dress me but she has got me fitted, well Mel her stylist got me good. This fit is wild good, he got me in a Balenciaga denim jacket. A long white tee that is made by an independent designer and some jeans, it’s dope. Like I look good, I love that “are you done?” Mel said from outside “uh yeah” opening the door, he stood back from me just looking me up and down “perfect, see I knew you would look good. Now you can wear this cap or you can just have your hair like that, either way you look good. Come, let’s go to the changing room. Robyn was unsure if I was going to be good enough for you, in terms of how to dress you but I think I did good” Mel opened the door “you see how good your man looks, he is ready” he held the door open, Robyn’ smile widened “you look so handsome poppa, he looks so good. Ladies please tell him how good he looks, see what a little bit of makeup does” rolling my eyes “I am joking but you look so good, mhmmm” Robyn winked at me “thank you, to all three of you. Mylah, Yusuf and Mel and also Robyn, thank you” Robyn grinned at me “stop it, I love you. Don’t kiss me, don’t ruin my makeup” she said before I even attempted such a thing, hugging Robyn close.

Walking out of the room behind Robyn, I wonder what is next. I don’t know if I am ready for this at all, she said it will be fun but we shall see “if you say I am late I will scream” Robyn pointed at Jay Brown, he just laughed “ok, you’re here finally so come on. The team are waiting for you” he walked off laughing, he knew not to say she is late. Looking at Robyn’ ass in the yellow dress, her ass look so fucking good. I want to touch it “Scott, they are here” walking around the corner, this is the studio then. Two cameras, seeing the two chairs and with the backdrop behind, it’s crazy how this mess of a studio looks good on camera, I mean it’s just random backdrop “welcome, welcome. Rihanna so good to meet you” he hugged her “likewise, it’s been a while” Robyn hugged him “this is my husband” Robyn said, she is always quick to announce me as that, I love that about her “Chris, I am Scott” shaking his hand “hey” he seems so excited “I work for the GQ crew, I will be directing you both, not so much. But we just want you to be yourselves, we have the question cards” chewing in my bottom lip as he walked backwards “Rihanna you will have the question cards, we will be testing to see if the newlyweds do know each other, Chris good luck. We need you to sit on the blue side and Rihanna pink, and we can get started, and again. It’s just being yourselves” he gestured for us to sit down; all I can think about is what did I get myself into with this.

Sitting here is scary, having a whole bunch of people just watching you and judging you really. Makes it even worse that Robyn’ people are all sat here too, clearing my throat “Chris, look at me” Nylah said, looking at her “relax, the lights can make you hot. You will be fine” she dabbed my face with whatever “thank you ma’am” she walked off “please, can we all get off set so we can start rolling” looking over at Robyn, licking my lips laughing as she stuck her tongue out at me. Her legs look good “your legs look good” I mentioned smirking at her “you look good and I look good, so you know what that means huh” I chuckled “not really I don’t” she is playing with her fine self, and she knows it. I can’t believe it’s going to be me having to answer these questions, I think I should have asked the questions and she answered, but that is just me “ok, roll cameras. What we want to do, we want you to announce yourselves, something short and let us know what you both going to do. Starting with Rihanna” staring at Robyn and these damn cards, I really want to see what they say “in three, two, one!” Scott shouted, biting my bottom lip smiling “hi, I am Rihanna and I am sitting with” why does Robyn sound like she is flirting, she sounds so sexy “me” Robyn side eyed me “Chris Brown, I am Rihanna’ husband” Robyn chuckled “and I am Chris Brown’ wife” Robyn had to copy me, I just shook my hand laughing “cut” Scott shouted “we can add that still, so can we start again but we want Chris to say it, I think it’s going to be better” furrowing my eyebrows “huh? Me?” I pointed at myself “yes you, so in three, two, one!” sighing out smiling “I am Chris Brown, Rihanna’ husband” Robyn scoffed “why you keep saying that?” I chuckled “because it’s true, and I am sat with the greatest, the sexiest lady in the business right now Rihanna” Robyn clapped her hands “if he don’t get these right I am sending him back to VA” sitting back in my chair “I feel nervous now, I didn’t know I had to do this, it’s hard” rubbing the top of my head “this is the GQ couples quiz, this should be called married couples quiz, so are you ready?” Robyn questioned me, I grinned “ready as ever, come on” I need to be confident.

Robyn giggled “you should know this, who wrote these questions? I am blaming Jen or whatever. So Chris, what is my favourite nickname to call you” licking my top lip “erm, breezy?” Robyn’ face dropped “have I ever, now you are playing dumb” I snorted laughing “I am joking, poppa. Robyn calls me poppa or asshole when she is annoyed with me, but poppa is the main one” Robyn rolled her eyes “but you see this behaviour this is what I deal with, see this was easy. He knew that but who initiated the first kiss” that is tricky “are we speaking pre-adult times too, does it include that?” looking at Scott “yes!” he shouted “right, that was me. At my momma’s house. We were doing school work, of course we were but Robyn, she started feeling my leg and” Robyn yelped out “that is a lie! Do not lie on me” I chuckled “I am joking, so we were just at my momma house and I initiated the whole kiss, Robyn ain’t not rude girl, she lies about that” I pointed “no, I was shy with you. I don’t know why; I look back and think what? Him” she waved me off “she is mad now because I said that, but she was shy to kiss a boy, because I was a rude boy” winking at Robyn “you’re so annoying, you really are. Whatever, who initiated the second time we met?” Robyn pointed at me “you, see I am not bitter. She did because I was being respectful towards her and I was shy, there. Happy?” I don’t care, I will tell the damn truth “respectful, sure but you were shyer than anything but anyways! I made that question up” I chuckled; Robyn is funny.

“If I could live in the world anywhere forever, where would it be and why?” looking up thinking, not really thinking hard but I am just trying to figure out how to word it “Barbados, you love your home and I feel like you can be yourself, you are more independent and you want to retire there, so yeah. Barbados” I grinned “these are too easy for you, I need to catch his ass out, what is my zodiac sign” pulling a face “ah shit, erm. I know it’s erm, those fishes. You have the symbol, the tattoo on you. Oh god, erm. So I am Taurus, just to let everyone know. That is all that matters but erm, it’s” dragging out biting on my bottom lip “Pisces” clicking my fingers pointing “took your ass sometime there but yes, and you better read into how much of a bad bitch Pisces woman are” I shrugged “we don’t speak on zodiac signs, I mean come on. When I am in bed wanting to lay the pipe you think I am going to whisper in your ear baby what is your zodiac sign?” Robyn pointed at me whole laughing “shut up, we do not just do that, it’s your fault. You should be asking me such things. It’s your duty because I know yours, moving on!” she spat “my favourite restaurant?” she raised an eyebrow “Giorgio Baldi, that is because she can’t cook at home. I don’t see the hype” I shrugged “wow, I knew I would be divorcing him soon, but not this soon” she is so dramatic, she knows damn well there is no hype with that food.

“What is my favourite food to cook?” sitting forward on the chair “mhmm curry goat, you make that a lot. See when twin cooks she good with it but she is always dipping that spoon in tasting it, she always turns to me and be like can you taste the salt in this. I say yes every time” I laughed saying “I am never letting you taste test anything, what is my favourite TV show?” I paused thinking “see you was just watching it but it’s one of those reality shows, just women acting mad ghetto. Nene or someone, housewives or something. Reality shows, I will say that” I mean I forgot the name of the show “I will take that, this is somewhat easy but where did we reconnect and what did I think of you when we did” I breathed out “erm, it was at your concert. I bought a meet and greet, she still owes me for that but yeah erm, we met there and Robyn you was overjoyed to see me, when we reconnected you fell in love with me all over again” Robyn huffed out “I hate these questions, I am asking what I want for a little, so who do you think loves each other more, and why?” oh she wants to play that “me” I said straight up “no, on a serious note. I think we shouldn’t define who loves each other more, the love is equal. Marriage is not perfect, neither is love sometimes but if I was to say that then I would say me because what the people don’t know and they don’t see is that I can be hard headed and I had to change myself with Robyn and I did that because I do love her a lot. Only love would get me there, you know. But the things Robyn has done for me is something I will never forget” Robyn smiled at me “he is a charmer, all he said in that sentence is that he is a pain the butt. Describe me in three words” taking in a deep breath “is that on the cards, man. Beautiful is the first one because you are, you have always been beautiful. Hard working, watching you work your ass off and to see how you’re about to dominate the world. Loving, you have a big heart and people can take advantage of that, but you have a big heart” I winked at Robyn, I think she is happy about that. She isn’t biting about it like she usually does “he knows me” she said, nodding my head smirking “married my twin, what you expect” she knows that.