#i wish we got to know what barry c looked like

[captn3]

okay, here we go. it isnt a dj set, its a record player. oddly enough, its a reward from the singleplayer campaign. looks at the two closer they might not be the same objects but still thought id add this personally i also think these are hotlantis items cause of how.. out of place and bright they are compared to the rest of the scenery and palette of the dlc. but its confusing that the first box in the first image has what looks like the octarian tentacle mem cake. why is that there next to all these little cute decorations. if we get any of these in a future season catalog ill freak out (also, its possible these items may look big because of how background environments work in splatoon. probably for visibility reasons, things in the background are a lot bigger than they actually would be. this goes for multiplayer maps, singleplayer maps, and even the main plazas/cities)

Hey so I have a nagging suspicion that these items are being made for Hotlantis. Like why would the trailer have such a prominent shot of these things being made/packaged? Although none of these items shown are actually purchasable in-game (I've checked the entire list), these are way too miscellaneous to be anything else besides locker decorations. I have no idea why they are so big, but then again, a huge chunk of these locker decorations are smaller "replicas" of in-game objects. This might also tie into the pollution themes of this dlc as these are most certainly massed produced toys with plastic packaging (cuz y'know, that and a lot of carbon emissions). We might actually see Barry C themself as a side character at least if this is what they're actually up to while letting Harmony work at their store.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Cool, Calm, and Collegiate - Chapter 5

It's day 5 of @blupjeansweek and today's prompt is "Kiss".

Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday's? Find it here!

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“IT STARTED OUT WITH A KISS, HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS, HOW DID IT END UP LIKE THIS?” Lup yells happily, back to back with Ren.

Barry bumps against her shoulder as she turns back, they’re all jumping in a sweaty mass, there shouldn’t be room for them all on the stage, but they’ve crammed themselves in. Well, most of them. Lydia and Edward are stood in the corner (apparently the seats were “too much of a gamble on cleanliness.”) It’s fine really, Lup prefers them far away.

She’s mashed into the middle of the group and usually she’d struggle her way out immediately, but Barry’s comforting bulk is beside her so she’s not worried. She loves how sturdy he is. She loops her arm through his so they don’t get separated, and leans in to shout into his microphone. The other clientele must hate them at this point, but hey, they’re here for a good time and they’re having one. She’s had to sit through plenty of duds tonight, so the regulars can deal with the musical stylings of the IPRE choir. There’s not many of them left anyway considering how late it is.

They all hit a final pose as the guitar fades. It’s not coordinated, but it’s one of those moments that she wishes she had a picture of. Everyone laughing, she and Barry shouting into the plasticky microphone without a care in the world. He’s flushed and sweaty and there’s no doubt she is too with all of the jumping about, but he looks so happy. She’s so glad he came out, it’s nice to see him feeling free.

“Alright everybody, that was our last song of the night! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” The guy running the karaoke shoos them off the stage.

Lup nudges Barry and leans in so he can hear her. He starts to look round, but realises what she’s doing and tilts his ear closer to her mouth. “I’ll just grab my bag.”

She knows where she left it, by the twins, they said they’d keep an eye on it (“not that anyone would think something like that had anything worth taking in it”) as long as she didn’t expect them to touch it. She knows she left it here, but she can’t see it.

“Lydia, Edward, have you seen my bag?” Lup’s trying not to panic, but everything’s in there. Keys, purse, lesson plans, notes…

“A bag?” Lydia asks, smiling a particularly poisonous smile. “I’m not sure… Edward, do you remember seeing a bag?”

Lup should have known better than to trust them… Taako’s right sometimes, she does need to be more careful with her believing the best in people bullshit.

Edward scrunches up his stupid handsome face and taps his chin as if deep in thought. “A bag? I’m not the help, Lydia. I’ve got no idea where it could be.” He looks to Lup. “You really should take better care of your things.”

Lup shouldn’t set him on fire, she shouldn’t, no matter how much she wants to right now. Surely anyone would understand?

“I asked you to look after it.” She bites out. She knows they’re doing it to get a rise out of her, she knows losing her temper is letting them win, but right now there’s not enough willpower in the world to keep her calm.

“That doesn’t sound like something we’d agree to, are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Lydia asks in a sickly sweet tone which means she’s definitely fucking with Lup.

“You agreed, I trusted you with it. Why are you being so shitty about this?” Lup snaps.

Lydia’s hand flies to her chest, a parody of offence. “Lup! Such strong language, I know you’re upset that you lost your belongings, but there’s no need to take it out on us.”

“Come on Lydia, we don’t have to stand here and receive this horrible abuse.” Edward chimes in, taking Lydia’s elbow and leading her away.

Lup growls to herself and begins a more thorough search of the area.

“Is everything okay?” Barry asks tentatively.

Lup looks up from her position on the floor. “I’m not doing some impromptu burpees.”

“I can’t say that doing that seems out of character.” Barry offers a hand to help her up.

Lup laughs despite herself. “It’s good for the soul.” She grabs his hand and jumps up. He’s strong, she notices, strong enough to pull her up with ease… interesting.

“What’s going on”

“My bag’s gone.”

“Where are Lydia and Edward? They were looking after it, right?” Barry, sweet Barry, asks.

Lup laughs bitterly. “Apparently you have a memory just as defective as mine. They wouldn’t have ever agreed to look after anything and clearly I’m an idiot.”

Barry’s mouth retracts into a line. “I heard them say they would. Do you want me to report them to Lucretia? She won’t take kindly to this sort of behaviour.”

“No.” Lup says quickly.

“Are you sure?” Barry asks, gently.

“No one ever does anything.” She shrugs, blinking hard to stop the tears she can feel welling up. There’s absolutely no way she’s crying about those dickheads.

Barry opens his arms wide and Lup presses against his chest without a second thought. She hasn’t hugged anyone since Taako when she left home, and hugging him is great, it’s wonderful, it’s Taako, but it’s nothing compared to being wrapped up in Barry’s arms. He’s soft and sturdy, and pats her back reassuringly.

“We’ll find it, Lup. I’ll help.” He looks down at her and smiles so softly that she believes him for a moment.

She looks back at him and quirks the corner of her mouth.

The lights flick on. “Stop canoodling! Get yourselves out of here. We need to clean.”

“We’re looking for a bag.” Barry says quickly. “Sorry, we’ll be out of here soon.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re looking for a bag to me.” The staff member says pointedly.

Lup has no idea why he’s so dedicated to the idea of inappropriate behaviour, but there’s no point in exploding at anyone else. “Is there any chance you’ve seen my bag? I need it before I can go home. It’s a black satchel with flames.”

“Oh. That’s over there, I just saw it.” The guy gestures over his shoulder with a thumb.

“Thank fuck.” Lup rushes towards the place he’s gesturing. She was worried she was going to have to meditate outside long enough to find object it… not that she hadn’t had to do that on nights out before, but still. It’s been a while. She’s grown.

The bag’s on the floor near the entrance, shoved to the side. Fuck. She hates seeing it treated like that. It was a gift from Taako at a time they definitely couldn’t afford anything nice. He cast all the spells and sewed the flames on himself, she’s had it forever… At least whoever nabbed it will have just gone for her wallet and there’s nothing of any substance in there. She stoops down to grab it, but it’s worryingly light. “No, no no no no no no no…” Lup opens it quickly and checks… shit. All of her notes are gone. Who the fuck would want those? And why the fuck have they dug through the dimensions of the bag to find them?

“You’ve got it!” Barry says happily as he catches up, then sees her face. “Oh no, what’s wrong?”

“Someone’s taken my stuff.”

“Sorry Lup. We can sort something out. Can you cancel your cards? We’ll report it in the morning. Have you got your keys at least?”

Lup hadn’t even checked, she didn’t get past the missing notes honestly. She checks the relevant pockets and comes up with her untouched wallet, but no keys.

“Maybe accommodation will have a spare set of keys?” Barry asks.

“They’re shut. It’s late… well, early.” Lup says, voice flat.

She can’t deal with logistics right now. What she’d really like to do is go yell at the fucking twins for being such dickheads, but that’s not constructive and yelling at dickheads usually makes you look bad in the eyes of others, no matter how justified it is (which is ridiculous, thank you very much.)

“Okay, you’ll stay at mine tonight… uh… if that’s okay. Obviously you don’t have to, I can cover a hotel room if you’d prefer, that was really forwar…”

“Thanks Barold. That would be nice. Can we just go please?” Lup’s got no juice left in her. Her get up and go has got up and gone, and all she wants in the world is to be asleep right now, ten minutes ago, even. At least she won’t have to think about how long it’s going to take her to redo everything while she’s passed out.

He must pick up on how exhausted she is, because he doesn’t say anything, just takes over. They’re in a cab before she knows it, and then he’s letting her into his apartment and asking if she needs anything to drink or if he can do anything for her. While she sits on the sofa he fusses round, hands her a glass of water, tucks her in a blanket, says he’s going to sort the room out and for her to hold on. She’s barely aware of him leading her to his bedroom. She thinks it’d be nice to sleep next to Barry honestly, he’s big and soft and solid, like the best teddy bear. But instead, there’s a neat pile of ‘pyjama options’ and some painkillers and he’s trying to leave. She doesn’t let go of his hand.

“Stay?”

“Uh… Lup, it’s fine, I’ll… the sofa.” Barry points, as if she’s forgotten where it is.

“Do you want to go?” She asks.

There’s a long pause.

“You can if you want, but if not, stay.”

Barry looks at her, really looks, searches her face for something, she’s not sure what.

“Okay. I’ll let you get changed. I’ll be back.”

The tshirt he left out is soft and baggy and smells like him. His lemony soap and the washing powder he uses. It’s comforting. Comforting enough that she feels strong enough to check her bag again… okay, keys and notes are definitely gone, but they didn’t get everything. The scrappy notes are still in their section, whoever grabbed them didn’t look too hard.

Barry knocks softly on the door. “Is it okay if I come in?”

“It’s your room, Bear.” Lup says.

“Bear?” He asks, opening the door.

Lup doesn’t reply. Isn’t quite sure how to explain that one.

“They left my scratch notes. So they haven’t got anything from your project.” She’s still jittery, but it’s such a relief.

“Oh… that hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’m more concerned about you.” Barry crosses the room and starts fluffing pillows and tugging the duvet. “Are you sure that…?”

Lup puts her poor, defiled bag down gently, then slides into bed and pats the space next to her. “The water’s fine, come on in.”

“Are you completely certain, I don’t want to…”

“I’d prefer it, I don’t really want to be on my own.”

Barry eases the covers back and gets in gingerly.

“Is it okay if I…?” He shuffles slightly closer to Lup.

She decides to take a chance, she’s tired, it’s so late, she’s emotionally done. “Yeah.” She shuffles closer and snuggles herself into his side.

Gently, so gently, he wraps an arm round her.

She nuzzles into his side, glad of his warmth, his bulk, his friendship. “Thank you, Barry.”

He strokes lazy circles on her back. “Hey, it’s okay. I’d never leave you stuck.”

“You wouldn’t, would you?”

“No.” Barry’s confused as to why she’s asking, but she ploughs on anyway.

“You wouldn’t take my research either, would you?” She keeps her voice lower this time. Almost whispers it. If she doesn’t say it too loudly he can’t surprise her, that’s flawless logic.

Barry freezes, then turns slightly so he can look down at her with his big beautiful eyes. They’re full of concern and Lup can’t bear to look back at him for long, she hides her head buried in his side instead. “Lup, did someone do that?”

“You all do, don’t you?” She says bitterly. “You know, supervisors.”

Barry shifts back. “What?”

“That’s just the breaks. You work hard and do all the research, and then your supervisor takes it because really it’s his because you were working in his lab and that means he can publish your theories and not even bother putting your name on it.”

She expects him to be angry, to fight with her, to deny that anyone would do that. Academics are upstanding! They’re ethical! They do their own research and credit properly and…

“Oh Lup, I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Barry pulls her tighter to him. “I’d be heartbroken if I’d worked so hard for something to be taken like that.”

“I reported it.” She says quietly.

“Good.” Barry says. “I hope they got rid of hi…”

“They didn’t do anything.”

“Oh… Oh no.” Barry sounds genuinely upset.

“They said my research was technically university property.” She continues.

There’s a long silence, punctuated only by her occasional sniffles. She could have a cold, Barry doesn’t need to know she’s crying.

“I would never ever do that to you Lup. In fact, I was going to ask, but I didn’t know when was appropriate, I’m sure now probably definitely isn’t that, but, uh, will you co-author the bond replication article with me?”

“What?” Lup refuses to be pitied. “I don’t want you to…”

“I will show you the message from three weeks ago when I asked my friend how best to broach the topic with you.” Barry counters before she can even finish objecting.

“Oh.”

“You’re a genius Lup, I keep telling you. I want you on my team, I want to see my name next to yours.”

“Drs Bluejeans and Tacco.” Lup laughs, wetly.

“Yeah. That’s it, that’s my official title.” Barry chuckles, and she loves the sound even more from here. Tucked into him and warm and feeling the laughter vibrate through him.

“It should be.”

“I’ll think about it. Dr Barry Bluejeans, Serious Science Guy, at your service.” Barry says in his best Very Serious Voice.

Lup laughs so hard that the tears are no longer self-pity, but mirth.

She must drift off to sleep after that, because the next thing she remembers is waking up in twilight, hand splayed against Barry’s chest, face resting on his bicep. She slips out of bed as delicately as she can, unable to argue with her bladder, but when she returns Barry pulls her close again. Maybe she’s the teddy bear she thinks, as she drifts off again.

Waking up properly is a slower, more delicate thing. Both of them easing gently into wakefulness. Neither of them willing to untangle themselves quite yet. Lup’s leg’s wrapped over Barry’s hips, his leg pressed to her other shin, her hand on his chest, his hand on her back. It’s companionable, comfortable, and probably incredibly unprofessional, but fuck it. Lup cuddles her friends and Barry’s her friend! It was just a shame she didn’t get to find out how good this was sooner. Magnus was going to love Barry cuddles when they met.

“I can make coffee.” Barry says groggily.

“I know, it’s real good, you already showed off about that.” Lup teases.

“No, I mean, I can make coffee now, for drinking.” He mutters.

“Drinking coffee? Ooooh, fancy!” Lup shouldn’t tease him really, but morning Barry was new to her and she couldn’t resist. How lucky his past partners were to get to see him like this every day.

“Grurgh.” Barry says.

“Coffee would be lovely.” Lup decides it’s probably kinder to humour him.

“M’okay. I’ll go now.” Barry snuggles deeper into the covers. “Just in one minute.”

She pets his hair. “Sleep Bear, I’ll go do it.”

It takes a few tries to leave bed, Barry clinging tight and grumbling in his sleep as she tries to go, but eventually she slips away. By the time she comes back with two steaming cups he’s half-awake again.

“I’ve got coffee for us, babe.”

A string of words issue forth from the pile of duvet Barry has ensconced himself in, all she can make out is “Lup” and “beautiful.”

“I agree, coffee is a beautiful thing, now c’mon. I’ve gotta go to the accommodation office this morning, and cha’girl refuses to do that uncaffeinated.”

Barry slowly shuffles into a seated position. “Thank you.” He takes the cup gratefully. “It smells right.”

“I learned from the best in the business.” Lup winks.

Lup leans against Barry’s side and they drink in companionable silence.

“I meant it, you know.” Barry says, most of the way through his cup.

“Meant what?”

“About the article. I want to publish with you.”

“You can’t talk dirty to me at this time in the morning!” Lup deflects, she’s not emotionally ready for a serious talk.

“I simply can’t help myself. Wanna hear about referencing style choices for the journal?” Barry deadpans back. He’s adjusted well to her teasing, less flustered, less awkward. She likes that.

“I still don’t know who would have wanted my lesson plans.” Lup says.

“I’m more worried about the fact they took your key. I’m, uh, well, I’m going to come with you to your accommodation if that’s okay?”

“Shit. I didn’t even think about that. Gods. I hope they haven’t fucked around in there… although, there was nothing on the key to say which room or where it is, so hopefully it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” Barry says too fast. “Hopefully whoever it was didn’t know already. Now, do you want the bathroom first? You’re welcome to borrow anything that’ll fit.”

“How much of it is denim?” Lup asks, pointing at Barry’s wardrobe.

“Er....”

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Ko,

You’re getting a postcard on the fly today, I’m writing this at Barry’s while he gets ready. Last night was good until it wasn’t. We were singing karaoke and it was brilliant, Barry danced and it was magical to see. He’s so much fun, I can’t wait to introduce you. I think Kravitz would like him too, you know.

Anyway, anyway, then some fucker stole my bag (yes, the one you made, don’t worry, I got it back at least). They swiped all my session notes and my room key, so you know, nothing useful to most people. Thank goodness they missed my purse! I’m fine though. Barry adopted me for the night (I know you know, we’re talking right now, but you’re getting these postcards whether you like it or not, and I’m going to tell you what’s going on whether you know it or not. At least this way you can’t make gross insinuations like you did via video call (any woman would be lucky, obviously, but he doesn’t think of cha’girl that way!))

Right. I’m going to do battle with the accommodation office, think of me at this difficult time (which i’m experiencing in the past and definitely already have a solution to.)

Love you always,

Lup xxxxxxx

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I hope you enjoyed! Want to read more? Great news! The next installment is here.

[nirikeehan]

Oh no, Niri, here I am, ready to angst up your DADWC evening. Here's one from the 'Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows list': lachesism, or the desire to be struck by disaster. I THINK WE BOTH KNOW WHO I WANT THIS FOR, but dealers choice my friend, do what feels good.

I absolutely forgot this didn't even say Samson on it, but that's who you're getting.

A direct continuation of this, probably slated for the next chapter of Through A Glass, Darkly.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 992

CW: vague references to suicidal ideation

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Samson awoke shivering, head ablaze with pain. 

He tried to roll over in his camp bed, but landed on the empty bottle he’d been clutching the night before. He grabbed it with one trembling hand and squinted down the neck. Not a drop left. He swallowed thickly. His mouth felt like cotton, the headache shooting from his eye-sockets to his teeth. 

He hauled himself up, planting feet on the floor. It was all coming back now: his war pavilion, the caravan on the move, his men ready to strike when eyes were sighted on the enemy. They camped in a desolate patch of Orlesian forest at the base of the Frostbacks, where intelligence stated Lady Thalia had holed up. 

Samson staggered to the nearby wash basin and splashed water on his face. The table had contained a looking glass once, but somewhere along the way it had shattered. (A flash of his fist, wet with blood and flecked with shards of glass.) Only the baseboard remained, and he stared at it while grasping at the fleeting tendrils of his dream. The water dripped from his chin. 

 The girl in his grasp, naked and willing. And — a child? And Maddox too, still alive. Samson forced a guffaw, wincing at the intensifying pain. Wishful thinking, that’s what they called that. 

Still. There’d been a lightness in his chest in the depths of the dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been that carefree. Never, maybe. 

He wound his way around the ornate furniture in his pavilion — the General must travel in style — and reached the cabinet containing a full array of bottled ruby red. He popped one open, took a hefty quaff. The headache receded at once, taking with it the tremor in his limbs. He came up for air, then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his nightshirt. The fog lifting, he remembered: he’d be late for the war council meeting if he didn’t hurry.

“Mareth,” he bellowed. 

His elven seneschal appeared at once. He was looking more harrowed as of late, carrot-colored hair sticking in all directions around his long ears. “Yes, milord?” 

“Help me don my armor. I’m to meet with Lieutenant Barris on the hour.” They’d likely be taking to the field today, and it wouldn’t do to let the troops see him without his iconic vestments. 

With a quick nod, Mareth hurried off to the far corner of the pavilion. Samson’s favorite blades gleamed on their racks, many hand-forged by Maddox. (The gap-toothed girl stood by Maddox’s forge, watching him fold the molten metal over and over itself with the singular awe of a child.) Mareth dashed past the weapons to the dummy fitted with Maddox’s prime achievement: the set of black metal armor, inlaid with the largest fragment of vermilion crystal worked by mortal hands. Even across the room, the steady hum of power reverberated from the armor; Mareth grimaced as he disassembled it piece by piece. 

Samson stood still as the servant dressed him. Invigorated by the red lyrium coursing through his veins and fitting to his body, his mind wandered to the tasks set before him. Retrieving the Inquisitor was of utmost importance. He needed to secure her before Corypheus knew she was gone from Skyhold. If he could renegotiate the terms of his prior offer, so much the better. (He could feel her naked flesh, soft and sweet under his touch.) For that, he was hopeful. She was alone, separated from her paramour, and under the thumb of Madame de Fer, to boot. Samson knew from prior intelligence that Thalia had never got on well with Vivienne — he was confident he could appeal to her. He’d had the dress made, after all.

Cullen remained the wild card. Missing still, every report claimed. Dead, maybe? Samson could only be so lucky. Thalia would never return to him if the oaf remained alive.

“A-are you very nervous, milord?” Mareth piped up as he tightened the straps on the cuirass. 

“Nervous?” Samson grumbled. “Why would I be nervous?”

Mareth shrugged. “I dunno. Eve of battle, and all that?” 

It occurred to Samson that Mareth had never been on the frontlines before. Before his promotion to seneschal, he’d been a gardener or some such. “I used to live for this. The thrill of it.” 

“You did?” Puzzlement mixed with horror in Mareth’s voice. He snapped on the greaves, his skin seared from the proximity to the red. 

Samson smirked, thinking back to the days of his youth, when he first held a templar sword in his hand and at last knew he’d found his purpose. He’d put other recruits to shame in the practice yard, even the lordlings promised to the Chantry at an early age, practically born to it. Knight-Commander Guylian had seen promise in him, the streetwise ruffian others would’ve been happy to leave down in the gutter. He’ll wash out of the competency exams, the noble asses whispered amongst themselves as a balm for their wounded pride. He can’t even read. 

Then he’d learned, the book stuff coming to him with surprising ease. Marks as high as the rest of them. 

I knew I was onto something with you, the Knight-Commander had said at the initiation ceremony, handing him his sun shield. 

If only being a Templar had been all that was promised. Noble warriors were one thing — the degrading, humiliating work Samson had done quite another. And then the fall, and the spectacular slog that followed, when he’d found himself belly-crawling again in the muck. A lyrium-starved desperation clung to the memory of those years, culminating in a ghost haze after the Chantry explosion and the city had collapsed into ruin. He began to desire… not a quick end, exactly, but some sort of glorious disaster. Something that would make others look and point and understand his sacrifice. See that he was the unsung martyr. 

Instead, they’d nearly made Cullen Rutherford goddamn viscount. 

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

THE FLASH MOVIE REVIEW

Worlds collide when Barry Allen, The Flash, uses his superpowers to travel back in time to change past events. But when his attempts to save his family inadvertently alter the future. He becomes trapped in a reality where no superhero exists, and General Zod has returned, threatening annihilation.

After years of development hell, DC Comics, The Flash, has finally arrived on the big screens. However, after numerous controversies with the lead actor Ezra Miller and James Gunn's DC universe erasing Zach Snyders, it became unclear if DCs $300 million investment would succeed. To state it simply, The Flash will please the majority of DC fanboys and a good chunk of the general audience. However, the movie struggles to escape Ezra Miller's controversial shadow and uses nostalgia and fan service to cover up a messy story that lacks internal consistency.

To state it simply, The Flash is DC's attempt at Marvel's Spider-Man: No Way Home. Yes, I am fully aware that Flashpoint, came long before No Way Home. However, like No Way Home, the film uses past actors, nostalgia, and fan service to cover up its messy story. The story lacks consistancy as it constantly breaks its internal logic to service whatever plot point the writer wanted. I found myself bored with the story and the characters as they are boilded down to simple tropes. However I also found myself horrified with the CGI creations my eyes witness. The visual effects are equivalent to the SpyKids movies, yet somehow scarier with body portortions being off and faces out of the stuff of nightmares. For $300 million and years of development, I expect better than this.

Ezra Miller continues to be the weakest casting of Snyder's Justice League. I struggle to see Miller as Barry Allen, even without all the controversies. He plays a serious Barry Allen and a comic sidekick Barry and his performances is incredibly basic and tasteless. If Warner Bros. believe this is going to save Millers acting career, they are sadly mistaken. Sasha Calle looks bored as Supergirl. However, the same can't be stated as Michael Keaton dawns on the Cape Crusader once again 30 years later. Keaton is the only cat member who looks like he is having the time of his life as he presents the most badass that Batman has ever been. He is having fun and makes me wish we got a sequel to his Batman movies instead of The Flash. The rest of the cast, to state it simply, are there for an easy paycheck.

Overall, The Flash is going to please the average comic book fan. It's a fast food movie, and you know exactly what you are getting. However, the film still can't escape Ezra Miller's controversial shadow as this movie becomes the final nail in the coffin for the Snyderverse.

My Rating: C

[rafescoke]

Hiii! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests but how about a rafe fic where he is super sweet and gentle and just soft with the reader in private but an asshole once their in public? Just angst and a lil but of fluff and rafe being rafe, if that’s not too much to ask!

Facade ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

Warnings: Angst, angst, and more angst. Not the ending everyone’s expecting  (I think) 

A/N: I’m extremely sorry if this isn’t my best work but thank you for 700+ followers wtf ily <3 finishing all requests in my inbox this week!

“Don’t leave me yet,” Rafe groans. He places his arms around her waist, snuggling close. Her scent of strawberry wafts into his nostrils, and he closes his eyes against her warmth.

“Work.” she mumbles, and tries to stand up again. But Rafe does not let go, still holding onto her skin as if on his last breath, and she lets out a chuckle at the adorable sight.

“I can pay you twice the amount you’re working for right now,” he says. He finally let go of her, and slumps into the vacant pillows that she had slept in a few hours ago.

“I know, and I won’t give you the satisfaction of doing so,” she smiles, and take the chance of freedom to walk towards the bathroom. She checks the naked boy on top of the bed from the mirror, her heart soaring.

His boy.

She kisses him on the cheeks when she’s finally done, swiping her thumb on his pink lips as he whimpers softly in his sleep. She kisses him again, this time on the lips, for good measures.

(Y/N) never really like the restaurant in the country club, because it’s full of impolite kooks and bratty tourists. But money is money, and she’ll never say no to a good sum of them.

She sighs, clearing another dirty table all while thinking of Rafe in his room. Her insides suddenly beam when his kisses slides through her memory, and she wishes the clock would turn faster.

She slides in the empty back room, pulling her phone out from her back pocket and tapping on the top name of her contact. Her fingers glide effortlessly, her mouth forming a smile.

miss you.

Three seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Disgusting.

Rafe: Miss you more :)

She wants to go back to him as soon as possible.

The door behind her back open before she can stuff her phone back in, and she struggles to appear busy as the manager peek his head in.

“What are you doing here? It’s full house. You got a table.”

(Y/N) look up to him, trying to pretend like she wasn’t just skipping some time to text her boyfriend, and nods.

Okay, maybe not boyfriend. She’s not completely sure. They never really certify anything, but whatever’s going on between them is definitely something more than ‘friends’.

She sighs again, picking up a menu before heading towards the group of friends sitting at the long table by the golf course.

“Hey, welcome to—”

Oh my god.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N), right?”

(Y/N)’s attention snaps back to the blonde boy sitting next to Rafe, and she gulps before nodding slowly. “Um, yeah.”

“You work here?”

Is he stupid?

She refrains herself from rolling her eyes, “Yes.”

Rafe scans the menu, not looking at her, and she feel a tug at her heart. Why is he pretending not to know her? She’s not expecting a sudden hug or a kiss on the lips; she’s thinking of something like a goddamn smile.

“Might come down here often, then,” the boy laughs, and the others follow him. Except for Rafe. “What’s the best order here?”

“Pasta,” she mumbles. He’s still looking at the menu, clearly trying to ignore her piercing stare.

“Which one?” The blonde sighs, flipping through the menu. “You got bolognese, carbonara—”

“Aglio Olio,” she answers quickly. He can choke and starve for all she cares for ruining her day like this. Why would he need her opinion on this as if he has never tasted on every single dish on this menu?

“I’ll take that one,” he smiles, and peeks over her arms. “Did you write that down? Can I see it?”

What a fucking cunt.

“That’s it?” She asks, tilting her head to one side. She takes more orders from the other boys, but there’s only one left.

She looks up to him, and finally, he meets her eyes.

“What’s the best soup here?”

Really?

“All of them are good,” she answers, biting her tongue. She never told Rafe before about her workplace, and they had agreed on that, but she did not expect this kind of treatment once he finally found the answer.

“Is this how you treat the customers?”

What. The. Fuck.

(Y/N) bites her lips, and suppresses her groan while the other boys laugh. “We have the best mushroom soup.”

“I’ll go with the mushroom soup, please.”

(Y/N) scribbles down ‘mushfuckingroom soup for the asshole’ down, and gives out her fakest smile. “That’s it? I’ll come back shortly with your food.”

“One more thing—”

(Y/N) turns to them again, still holding onto that smile, “Yes?”

“Try to be nicer to the customers sometimes. That way, we’ll tip you bigger.”

She stalks off, not knowing that person under the same skin she caressed and kissed this morning.

. . .

Rafe bites his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed and pressing the call button for the 17th time tonight.

He sighs when the operator comes on, and throws his back against the mattress again.

Okay. Maybe he was mad at that time. She never told him where she works, and he assumed her workplace to be some kind of a hipster cafe with cats for decoration. He didn’t know she would be serving in the restaurant at the country club.

He texts her again, groaning.

Pick up the phone

Helloooooooooo

?

The typing notification pops up, and he waits excitedly for her reply. After a few minutes, the notification disappear. He grunts again, and goes straight to his contacts.

He presses the phone against his ear, waiting for her voice to say something; to listen to his pleas and to come back to his arms. He misses her so much, more than anything else in the world.

“Stop calling me,” she says.

He sits up straighter, feeling his blood rushing throughout his body. “Hey, how are you?”

“How’s the mushroom soup?” She mocks, and Rafe raises his brows.

He sees it clearly now.

“Are you mad about that day in the restaurant? I wasn’t even talking shit to you like Topper—”

“Really? The whole ‘bigger tips’ thing? Was that necessary?” She asks, her voice breaking.

Oh god. “It was a joke!”

“Yeah? Congra-tu-fucking-lations, Cameron, it’s a funny one,” she says, and Rafe can hear her slowly distancing voice.

He panics, “Don’t end on me. Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that you won’t tell me where you work, and it appeared as a shock to me.”

That’s the dumbest reason (Y/N) had ever heard. She feels like laughing and crying at the same time, because this is exactly the problem;

Guys like Rafe Cameron would never want to be with a girl like (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

“Suck my dick, asshole!” she yells, and slams the phone down.

Rafe pulls the phone away, his face contorting in anger, and his shoulders slump. He should’ve known better.

It’s just that. . . he’s afraid of what the others would think of him if they knew about him dating a pogue. Ward didn’t take it well when Sarah ran off with John B, and Rafe assumes he would be feeling the same way about (Y/N).

Why does life have to be so fucking complicated all the time?

Two days after, Rafe heard about a party in The Cut, but nothing from (Y/N). He know he’s fucked up big time, and he’s content to make it right with her again.

He doesn’t like stepping his foot onto The Cut, only going to the other side of the island to meet Barry for his medical issues, and sometimes to see how Sarah is doing.

But he’s driving down to the strange place again, so determined to see his girl one more time.

The party is in an abandoned warehouse, and from the outside, Rafe can see how loud and huge the party is. He sighs, thinking about the amount of time he would be wasting to find her whilst going through the throng of bodies.

But he wants to see her and touch her more than anything.

No one seems to notice him, Rafe Cameron, the Kook prince yet, and he’s hoping to keep it that way until he can pull (Y/N) out. Not one person back in Figure 8 could know about his presence in the party, what more the reason he’s there in the first place.

It’s easy to notice her. Black top, denim shorts, and (H/C) hair flowing from her shoulders. He stalks forward, extending his hand, but stops when he notices the boy beside her.

JJ fucking Maybank.

He balls his hands into a fist, and watches the way she laughs at a joke by JJ.

He takes his phone out, dialling her number, and stares as she grabs her phone out of her pocket. (Y/N) sighs, sliding the call button to the left, and keeps it in her shorts again.

Oh.

Meet me outside

Now.

(Y/N) pulls her phone out again, contorts her face at the texts, and finally look up. Her eyes scans the whole area, trying to find a particular brunette. . .

“What’s wrong?” JJ asks, touching her forearm.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, holding a finger up, and heads straight towards the exit.

Her shoes crunches against the gravel as she tries to look for Rafe’s jeep. She stands there alone, crossing her arms, and groans when she realises that he must’ve been tricking her.

Rafe slides his arms around her. “Hey, princess.”

She yelps, pushing him off and looking straight into his eyes. She relaxes when reality hits her, but stiffen again when reality hits her again.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Her cold voice rings into his ears, but he misses her too much to care.

“C’mere,” he says, extending his hands. “Missed you.”

“Fuck off,” she announces and stalks away, only to be pulled by Rafe’s arms again. This time, she stays in his arms.

“Sorry,” he mumbles against the top of her head. “I’m sorry I was such a dick to you.”

She stays silent, trying to put up a wall between her and Rafe, but it’s near impossible. She misses him a bit too much too.

So she lets him pull her into his jeep, and whatever feud they have before dissipates into the air.

He kisses her on the lips once in the car, and when she pulls away, he groans.

“I’m not going to let you go with just a kiss after 2 weeks,” he says, inching closer to her. She gives him a sly smile, knowing exactly what he’s trying to tell her, and closes the gap.

He pulls away again after finding his hands under her top, and points to the back. She shakes her head, smiling.

“Come on, you missed me too much to say no.”

. . .

Maybe he should say something to his friends to stop them from harassing her.

But he’s glued to the spot, watching as Topper taunts her.

“You lied to me,” Topper pouts, “The Aglio Olio isn’t that good.”

She looks at Rafe, hoping, wanting, longing for him to say something. Anything.

He stays shut, scanning the menu.

“Sorry. Would you like to order anything else?” She sighs, spelling a big ‘fuck you’ on the top of her notepad.

“Do you come with the menu?”

She looks at Rafe again, waiting.

Say something. Please.

She smiles, “I do.”

Topper smiles and the other coos. (Y/N) watches as Rafe’s jaw tightens, and she goes back to her dirty work.

Two can play this game, Cameron.

“Give me your best food, babe,” Topper smiles, and shuts the menu. “Anyone else? Rafe? What do you want to eat?”

She waits. Say something about us, Rafe, please.

“Can we change for another server—” he says, and raises his hand up. “Hey, yo, you, yeah, you the manager?”

Logan gives (Y/N) a warning look before putting on a smile for Rafe, “Yes, sir, is there anything I can do?”

“Can you call someone else to take our order?”

This is way too far. He’s taking this way too far—

“Did our (Y/N) say something?” Logan asks, still smiling. She knows he’s seething inside, and she hates Rafe for putting her in this position.

“No. I just love for a better view.”

That feels like a hard smack across the face. Her throat starts burning, and she can feel her tears slowly appearing.

“That’s no problem, sir, I’ll get you another server—” Logan looks around, “Kate! Yes, c’mere.”

(Y/N) looks at Rafe again. His eyes meet hers, but there’s nothing behind his gaze.

Coward.

She reaches for the cold water on the table, her head’s so light she can literally faint, and splashes the brunette boy so quick that he stands up immediately.

“Asshole,” she states, and turns to Logan. “I fucking quit!”

. . .

Rafe Cameron is 100% an asshole.

She used to think of so many counterattacks to that statement, but there’s zero now.

She hates Rafe Cameron will all her heart, and wishes to never see him again.

He tried contacting her a few times over the week, to which she ignored heavily. She never thought he would stoop so low to preserve his title as the ‘Kook prince’.

To hell with that.

She would never treat him like that, and she’s just so clueless as to why he said all those mean words to her.

He kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. “My baby. So fucking perfect.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, hearing his soft whimpers, and laughed. She watched the clock ticking, and sighed.

“Forty minutes until I’m off to work.”

Rafe groaned, “Stop talking about work. Work with me.”

“As what, idiot?” She laughed, gazing at him lazily. “As a fuckbuddy?”

He sat up straighter, his face contorting in anger. “You are not my fuckbuddy, okay? Stop saying that. God, I will never do that you.”

She smiled, and leaned to kiss him against his chest. She trailed her lips up to his neck, and stopped right behind his ear. He shivered, biting his lips.

“And I’ll make you mind one day, (Y/N), I will,” he whispered.

Now that’s the biggest lie of the century. She gets it now;

The night dates in the most unknown places, like a fancy restaurant in a fucking town 2 islands away from Obx. Not wanting to hold hands or to be posted on her Instagram.

Why had she been so stupid?

“Fuck,” she groans, laying her back against the pillow.

Rafe Cameron is embarrassed to be seen with her. Something like that.

All the sweet things he would say to her in bed is nothing but a tactic to get into her pants. And she allowed him. God.

“You’re a stupid fuck, (Y/N),” she cries, and bites her lips. And she thought he would be the one—

Riiing! Riiing!

“Stop calling me!” She yells first thing when she picks up the phone, trying to stop her voice from cracking. Like always, she failed.

“Yo? You good?” JJ’s voice rang through the phone, a hint of worry in his voice. “I can call you another—”

“No! No, J, it’s fine, I thought you’re someone else,” she sighs. “What’s up?”

“Wanna come down to the beach with me tomorrow?”

“And do what?” She sighs. She doesn’t feel like swimming in the water, or watch JJ swim, or search for dolphins (JJ told her before that there’s dolphins in Obx), or anything, really.

She wants to sleep.

“Surfing,” he answers, like it’s a fact. “Come on, you got the whole summer to practice surfing. Let’s start with asking the hottest guy in Obx to coach you.”

(Y/N) slapped him in the face, giggling ferociously. He picked her up, twirling her around, and when she least expected it, he jumped into the water with her in his arms.

They resurfaced, still in a laughing fit.

“God, Rafe, you’re an asshole,” she laughed, pushing his chest.

“And the hottest guy in Obx.”

She bites her lips, thinking of the memory, and clears her throat. “Maybe not surfing, J, but I’ll come down anyways.”

“Okay to me,” he says, and (Y/N) can imagine a smile playing on his lips. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Night, J.”

She sighs, and shuts her phone off.

Whatever Rafe did to her disappears into thin air when she arrives at the beach and see JJ with two surfboards planted in the sand.

He grins at her when she comes close, “There you are. Thought you bailed on me.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t want to surf, J.”

“Since when?”

She groans, “Like. Right now.”

“Nah, come on.”

Maybe JJ’s right. She gives him a nudge every time he tries to hold her, but he’s patient. He waits until she’s more comfortable before helping her up on her board, and when she topples over from the small wave, he lets out the biggest laugh.

And she completely forgets about the fight with Rafe for the whole hour.

“God. You’re a dick.”

JJ smiles, stabilising her board again. “Try again. You can call me a dick once you will not fall over a small wave.”

And she tries again.

By the time the sun sets they were laying right next to each other, just admiring each other’s presence and not saying anything.

She likes it like this. No secrets.

“(Y/N)?”

She hums in response, leaning on her elbows for support.

“You deserve someone a lot more better than Rafe.”

“Don’t talk about him,” she sighs, and closes her eyes.

When (Y/N) told the pogues about Rafe the night after the incidence, they were all fuming with anger and hatred towards the brunette boy. But (Y/N) doesn’t have an ounce of hate in her for him, even after all the hurtful things he said to her.

What an idiot.

“I can’t watch you get hurt again,” JJ says. “I care about you.”

She looks him properly now, watching as the golden light illuminates his handsome face. “I know, J.”

They lay in silence again, staring at the blue landscape of nothingness.

“There’s someone out there who will treat you better.”

She looks at him again. No. No.

“Yeah?” She laughs, trying to give him the idea to stop right now and not make it any complicated for her. She loves him, more than anything in the world, but not in the way she feels for Rafe.

He’s her Laurie to Jo March. Nothing more but a best friend.

He scoots closer, feeling her warmth. “Yeah. Look around, (Y/N).”

She inches away, “J, I’m not looking for anyone. You know that.”

“Except for Rafe,” he mumbles. “Is that right?”

“He’s different.”

“Why, (Y/N)? He treats you like shit, is embarrassed to be seen with you—”

“Okay, J, fuck! I get it, okay? But I’m not looking for anyone. I’m just not. Leave me alone!” She groans, throwing her arms into the air exasperatedly. She doesn’t need another boy in her life right now.

JJ’s right. Except for Rafe.

“I’m leaving,” she says, grabbing her tote bag and stuffing all her belongings. “This is a mistake.”

“(Y/N), wait—” he tries to hold her, but she flinches away. He crosses his arms, “Let me drive you home at least.”

“I can walk.”

“It’s getting darker. Come on, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“A drive back home, and that’s it, J,” she warns, and sets for the black bike a distance away.

The ride towards her small home takes a few minutes on the bike, and all the time she’s sitting behind JJ with her arms placed on his shoulders for balance, they didn’t exchange any words. There’s an obvious awkward dome between the two of them.

“I’m sorry, J,” she sighs, stepping away from the bike and handing him the helmet. “I didn’t mean to lash out on you.”

He smiles grimly, not saying anything.

The engine roars back to life, and he looks at her again; standing with her hair slowly drying and her shirt still sticking to her body. He looks away.

“J?” She calls, placing her hands over his. He raises his brows at her, waiting.

She places a soft kiss against his lips, so subtle yet meaningful to him, and pulls away after a few seconds. She rubs his cheeks slowly, and gives him another kiss on the cheeks.

“Sorry, J,” she whispers.

JJ smiles softly, and runs his thumb over her cheeks.

Maybe in another lifetime.

“(Y/N)?”

Their heads turn towards the voice behind her figure, and (Y/N) swears her heart stops.

Rafe looks at her and back to JJ, his mind connecting the puzzle, and he nods.

“Wait, Rafe!”

JJ tugs on her wrist, his eyes begging. “Leave with me. Come on.”

She looks at JJ, and then back to Rafe, and she hopes for some kind of a way to get out of this. She groans, and pulls her hands away. “Go, J. I don’t need you.”

And that’s enough to hurt the blonde boy.

“Rafe!” She yells after the boy walking to his jeep, but he continues to walk, ignoring her.

She lurches forward and grab his shoulders, turning him to face her. She looks into his eyes, looking for any sign of love for her.

“Rafe, it’s not what you think.”

“Yeah? Were you trying to give him a CPR or something?”

She holds him in her hands again, “No, Rafe, I swear. I was just. . .”

But there’s no proper way to explain why she had kissed JJ. Was it because she feel bad? But why would she kissed him?

“Yeah,” he nods, prying his hands away.

A sudden wave of anger courses through her, because the boy who had hurt her did not just make this look like it’s her entire fault. She pushes him on the chest, and his back hit the car door.

“What the fuck?” He yells, glaring at her.

“So what? You’re making me look like the fucking bad guy now? After all the shit you said to me in the restaurant?

He laughs dryly, “Of course you would point this back at me. Hey, hey, look—” he cups her face, “At least I didn’t kiss anyone.”

She pushes him away, “It doesn’t mean anything! And you’re not my fucking boyfriend.”

He licks his lips, “Yeah. So let me go.”

She pulls him to her again, “Don’t fucking run away from me like this! You didn’t even apologise!”

“Because you won’t pick up my calls!” He yells back, throwing his arms into the air. “You want to fuck JJ fucking Maybank? Then go.”

“Maybe I do want to fuck JJ, Rafe, because at least he’s real. This whole thing you’re showing to people. . . that’s not you. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” He taunts, staring at her left hand placed directly on his chest. “Then fuck him. You don’t need me.”

“I don’t.”

“Yeah,” he laughs, watching as her chest heave. “I can go to Kie too, you know, to make this even.”

“Yeah? Would you embarrass her in front of your friends too?”

He shrugs, “No.”

She grits her teeth, knowing that he’s just trying to get under her skin.

“I hate you.”

He turns her over, so she’s facing him, and inches closer to her ears. “You don’t.”

“I do.”

He laughs again, pressing himself against her, and Rafe blames the heat of North Carolina in mid July for the sudden tingling in his stomach.

“I hate that stupid smirk on your face right now, and I’ll do anything to wipe them off.”

He presses a soft kiss against her cheeks, feeling her brush against him, and let out a soft whimper. “Okay.”

After 2 weeks of not seeing her, all he wanted was to talk to her at her house, after all the calls that she didn’t pick up. But when he waited for her to come back from God knows where and saw him getting off JJ’s bike, he lets the cold side of him take over.

He lets her go, sighing. “I’ll just go. This is a waste of time. You’re clearly not thinking about me.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a part of her wants him to stay, and they can kiss each other again, but another part of her wants him to go and leave her alone.

“Go.”

He hesitates, and nods. The jeep speeds away, leaving (Y/N) alone in her front step, thinking about what she had just done.

She hurt JJ, who wanted nothing but the best of her, and she just lost Rafe. She’s as good as alone in this world, and she’s not sure what to do anymore. She wishes she never let her temper got ahold of her, but it’s too late.

She just wants to sleep it off right now.

-

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[peskygirl13]

MK SO-

I just got the Pokémon SWSH DLCs and I was wondering what it would be like for some legendary Pokémon to come to twst and cause some trouble(Legendarys I’d like to do ( you c an pick just one: Kyogre, Giratina, or Groudon)

If you can i want it to be just Diasomina!

This turned out longer than I expected and I got so mad with myself because I was almost done with writing this and I accidently deleted all my new work, so I had to start over from my last save point which is one of the reasons it took so long to post.

I’ve been binge playing the old Sinnoh games and rewatching the anime, so this was fun to write (despite me deleting my work). 

This will have references to the Pokémon Platinum game, so spoilers if you haven’t played the game and plan to. 

Hope you enjoy!

Malleus's favorite time of the day was night time. Night time was the best!

The world was at peace, it was quiet, everything was asleep, save for a few nocturnal creatures much like himself, he could hide from SIlver and Sebek and have some time to himself, and there were no students or humans who would see him and run away in terror.

But his favorite thing about night time was probably when he got to visit his favorite human, (Y/n).

Their situation was a bit odd, having appeared out of nowhere from a world full of creatures called Pokémon, but Malleus didn't care. They weren't afraid of him. After spending a lifetime of having people fear him due to his name, it was a nice change.

Malleus arrived at the Ramshackle dorm to find you already sitting outside, cleaning your Empoleon's feathers.

"Greetings, Child of Man." He greeted, happily walking up to you.

"Hey, Tsunotaro." You smiled, putting down Empoleon's brush to wave at him.

That was another thing Malleus adored about you. Even after finding out who he was, you still didn't fear him and continued calling him by that amusing nickname you gave him.

You both entered the dorm, along with Empoleon, and he was instantly greeted with the rest of your strange creatures. Luxray, Togekiss, Glaceon, Garchomp, and Lucario.

You headed over to the kitchen to make some tea while he got comfortable on the couch. Once he was seated, Garchomp laid its head on Malleus's lap, implying that it wanted scratches.

By the time you had returned with two mugs of steaming tea, all the other Pokémon had already gotten comfortable and most had fallen asleep.

You handed Malleus his mug before sitting down in your chair. Glaceon hopped up and curled up in your lap before falling back asleep.

After you both got comfortable, you began regaling Malleus with stories of your world.

Malleus loved hearing your stories.

From your gym battle challenges to your contests. Catching all your Pokémon and even receiving an egg from a woman named Cynthia that hatched into a Togepi that which layer evolved into your beloved Togekiss.

Malleus has never left the Valley of Thorns, except for school, so he enjoyed hearing about your travels. Your freedom to journey and see so many different places, never being tied down, he envied it.

“May I see your badges and ribbons again?” He asked.

“Sure.” You agreed, getting up to grab them.

At the movement, Glaceon, rather huffily, got up from your lap and moved to Malleus, curling up on his lap instead. He instantly started stroking her with one hand while the other continued scratching Garchomp. He only stopped when you handed him your badge and ribbon case.

He immediately opened them both and admired your impressive 7 badges and 5 sparkling ribbons. 

You had told him that even though you had collected the required number of ribbons, you were transported to Twisted Wonderland before you could compete in the Grand Festival. You also hadn’t yet had the chance to earn your 8th and final gym badge, which allowed you to challenge the Elite Four and the Sinnoh Champion. 

“They are very impressive, Child of Man.” Malleus complemented.

Even though there wasn’t a gym challenge or contests in Twisted Wonderland, Malleus could tell how much value each badge and ribbon you earned had.

“Thanks, Tsunotaro.” You beamed, positively preening at the complement. “Maybe when I find a way home you could come with me and have your own journey. There are a bunch of dragon type Pokémon I bet you’d like. Maybe your starter could be an Axew. Or a Dino. Maybe a Gible seeing how well you get along with Garchomp. There are also rock or electric types. OOH- Maybe a fairy type!”

Malleus tuned your rambling out. His head was both empty and racing.

Him? Go on a journey in another world? The idea was preposterous! Yet... also tempting.

Traveling around with no chains. Nobody knowing who he was, thus no one quivering at the sight of him. No overbearing, but well meaning, guards to coddle him. He liked this idea!

Unfortunately, he didn’t have long to dwell on the tempting daydream when Ramshakle’s door slammed open with a loud bang.

“WAKA-SAMA!!!”

Speak of the devil.

You and Malleus turned to the doorway to a disheveled and hysterical looking Sebek and a normal sleepy looking Silver.

“Sebek.” Malleus greeted, hiding his annoyance of being interrupted during his time with his Child of Man.

“Waka-sama, you mustn’t leave without telling us! What if something happens to y-”

The half-fae was cut off by and ice beam, freezing him solid. You and Malleus looked over at Glaceon who was angry about having her sleep disturbed for a third time. Now quite irritated and huffy, Glaceon angrily marched upstairs to try and get some sleep in your room.

“My apologies.” You jumped when Lilia appeared behind you without warning, hanging upside down as usual. “They ran off when I wasn’t looking.”

You looked back at the other Diasomnia residence. Silver had already fallen asleep, using Togekiss’s soft, feathery body as a pillow, while Sebek was slowly beginning to thaw out of the ice.

You wish you could say this is the weirdest thing to ever happen with them.

After having Lucario use force-palm and free Sebek, you all sat down near the fire.

(You left Silver be since he was already asleep.)

Sebek wanted to know what was so fascinating about you that Waka-sama would continuously come visit you. 

The only thing you could think of was telling them about your journey.

“After I won my seventh gym badge at Snowpoint, I had to meet my friend, Barry, at Lake Acuity and right after that I had to meet with Professor Rowan and Lucas at Lake Verity.”

“Why did you have to go to those lakes?” Lilia asked, genuinely curious as to what value they had.

“Uh, well-- mmh-- pthbbt.” You tried to think of a way to avoid that question, or at least dance your way around it, and the stuttering and raspberry blowing was obviously helping you be discreet in avoiding the question. 

“GLACE!!”

A loud yell echoed from upstairs thatw as loud enough to wake even Silver. You were momentarily grateful that you had been interrupted before realizing ‘Oh shit that’s my Pokémon.”

“Glaceon!” You yelled, bolting from your chair and rushing up the stairs with your Pokémon and the Diasomnia boys at your heels.

You opened your bedroom door with a loud bang and saw Glaceon in a defensive stance, hissing at the mirror with Grim looking frazzled.

“Fgaah! Minion, control your Pokémon! I was asleep and then it started shouting and tried to attack the mirror!” He yelled angrily, before stalking off to the living room to continue sleeping.

You sighed before looking over at the mirror. You held out your arm towards your Pokémon so they knew not to do anything yet. You inched closer to the mirror, pausing only for a second to pet Glaceon and calm her down a bit. You walked forward a few more steps until you were face-to-face with the mirror. 

Now that you were closer, you could see the shadow of something moving within the glass. You didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Micky. You leaned a bit closer, trying to make out the figure--

“GIRATINA!!”

Everything went black.

~

The first thing you noticed when you could see again was that you were clearly not in your room. Or your dorm for that matter. 

Everything was weird. You weren’t sure of any other way to describe it other than weird.

Weird and familiar.

“The Reverse World.” You muttered, shocked by your sudden return to the feared Giratina’s playground. 

You didn’t have long to stay dumbfounded when you remembered the Legendary who lived in this world. You frantically looked around you and saw that your team and the boys were with you, which did nothing to curb your panic. Grim wasn’t with you all, so you assumed hoped that he was still at Ramshackle.

You first woke up your Pokémon. They freaked out for a second before realizing where they were, putting them all on guard. They carefully scanned their surroundings for anything they found threatening while you quickly crawled over to the boys, traying to shake them awake. 

“Get up. Guys, get up! We need to move!”

The Diasomnia boys hardly registered what was happening and where they were before you pulled them away. Your team created a barrier around you all as you lead the boys through the strange new world. All they could do was look around wildly.

“Careful, gravity gets weird here.” You warned them. 

True to your words, the piece of land you all were walking on started to curve in the air until you all started walking upside down. Even Lilia, who was used to hanging upside down, was a bit thrown off about this.

“What is this place?” Silver asked what everyone was thinking, knowing that you were the only one who could give any of them an answer.

“The Distortion World.” You explained. “Also known as the Reverse World. It’s kind of like the Underworld of my world.”

That explanation only provided them with more questions but went they entered a place that had these large bubbles floating around them they were quickly distracted.

“Hey,” Silver called, gaining everyone’s attention. “This thing has headmaster Crowley in it.”

Said bubble did have a picture of Crowley in his office, working late into the night. Huh. Who know he actually did anything.

Silver raised a hand towards the bubble. 

“No, don’t touch it!” You exclaimed. Unfortunately it was a second to late and the bubble popped at the slightest graze of Silver’s fingers.

The boys looked over to you at the sound of you yell, seeing your panicked expression.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You order, stressing out each word. “Everything in this world effects the real world. If you aren’t careful you could kill someone through this place.

The boys looked positively alarmed.

“Will the headmaster be alright?”

You waved off their concern, continuing to lead the way. “He’ll be fine. Popping that bubble didn’t kill him, but it did feel like he was hit with a bowling ball.

“How do you know this? How do you know so much about this place, (Y/n).” Lilia asked, dead serious. 

You glance over your shoulder at them before sighing.

Guess it was time to come clean.

“There are some things that happened during my journey that I didn’t tell you guys about.” You confessed.

“While journeying through Sinnoh, I constantly ran into an organization called Team Galactic. Their leader, Cyrus, believed that the world was ugly and needed to be destroyed. His plan was to capture the legendary Pokémon, Palkia and Dialga, and the Lake Guardians, Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf. Those three were the reason I met Barry and Professor Rowan at the lakes, Lilia, to try and save the Lake Guardians from Team Galactic. Anyway, Cyrus claimed that he was going to create his own, perfect world using the powers of the legendary Pokémon. At least I think that was his plan. He talks like Shakespeare and I have a middle school education. Anyway, before he could create his ‘perfect world’ Giratina appeared and took Cyrus away to here, the Distortion World. This is Giratina’s domain.”

The boys were stunned into silence. They knew you were strong, but for you to have done all that as well as fighting overblots? They were truly impressed.

“What happened afterwards?” Malleus questioned, enthralled by your story.

“Cynthia, the current Sinnoh Champion, and I entered the Distortion World to save Cyrus. Unfortunately, he saw this place as his ideal world and didn’t want to leave. In the end, we had to use force and I beat him in a battle. And, after that, I had to face Giratina itself. But, I don’t know how, but before I could face it, the Dark Mirror called me to Twisted Wonderland.”

You stopped walking, taking a deep breath before turning to face the boys. 

“We need to find Giratina. Giratina’s the only Pokémon that can travel between worlds and its the only thing that can get us back to Night Raven.”

Your tone alone was enough to my the Diasomnia boys understand the severity of the situation.

“Human, if this creature is as powerful as you claim, then how do you expect to get it?” Sebek interrogated. 

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a purple ball with an ‘M’ on it, showing it the the boys.

“This is a master ball. I stole it from Cyrus’s base when I went to save the Lake Guardians. It can catch any Pokémon without fail. All we need to do is find Giratina.”

“Lucar!” 

“Luxray!”

You all turned to Lucario and Luxray who were growling in the same direction. Looking closely, you could see something coming at you all. Your team took their battle stances and sure enough, there was the Angel of Darkness itself, Giratina. 

Even Malleus had to admit, that creature was terrifying. 

It looked like a dragon and centipede mixed together, but it towered over everything, easily dwarfing them all.

You waisted no time.

“Empoleon, Hydro Cannon!” You ordered. Even Sebek had to admit that your authoritative tone was hard to ignore and resist, full of confidence and superiority. 

Empoleon listened without question, fearlessly attacking the towering giant.

“Lucario, Aura Sphere! Glaceon, Ice Beam! Luxray, Thunder! Garchomp, Dragon Rush!”

All your Pokémon attacked at once, hitting Giratina square on. The legendary screeched before firing a move of its own that your team narrowly avoided.

“Great job. Keep attacking!” You ordered shooing the boys out of Giratina’s firing range.

“What do we need to do to help, (Y/n)?” Malleus asked. He was already gripping his pen, ready to fight.

“Nothing. Just stay put and don’t move.” You ordered sternly. The boys were stunned.

“What?! (Y/n) we can help-” 

“I know you can help,” You cut off. “But I don’t need to defeat Giratina. I just need to distract it.”

You ran off before they could question what you meant, whistling for your Pokémon.

“Togekiss!” You called, jumping off the edge of the land and easily getting caught by your flying type, who flew you behind Giratina. 

You let your team get in one last group attack before throwing the master ball at Giratina. 

The legendary effortlessly went in and after a spectacular dive made by you and Togekiss, you caught the ball and returned to the boys.

The boys ran over to you as you climbed off Togekiss, looking at the ball in your hand.

“I can’t believe you actually caught it, human!” Sebek exclaimed, flabbergasted. 

“Thanks, Sebek.”

“So what now?” Silver asked. The group all turned to you expectedly and you rolled your eyes before turning around to the wide open space and releasing Giratina from the master ball. 

“Giratina,” You called, “Please take us back.”

Giratina stared down at you before letting out an echoing screech and lowing its head to your level.

Immediately understanding what it wanted you to do, you crawled onto its head before waving the boys over.

“C’mon. We its going to take us back.”

Hesitantly, the boys climbed on with your Pokémon and once everyone was on, Giratina soared through the air.

This was different from riding a broom or riding Togekiss, who was happily flying beside you all, but it was exhilarating at the same time.

Too soon for anyone’s tastes, Giratina slowed down to a stop before lowering itself down so that everyone could climb off. 

The place were Giratina dropped you all off was a small patch of land with two lakes on it. You and the boys could see your bedroom in one of the lakes, making you realize that you were looking through your bedroom mirror.

“Alright!” You cheered. “Let’s get back.” But before you could step through the reflection, Empoleon called out to you.

“Empoleon!”

“Huh? What is it, Empoleon?”

He was looking in the other lake, pointing at something. 

You, your team, and the boys looked through the refection and you couldn’t restrain the gasp that left your mouth.

You could see the Mesprit, the guardian of Lake Verity.

“That’s Mesprit, Lake Verity’s guardian!” You exclaimed, coming to several realizations at once. “That’s close to Twinleaf Town. I-I could go home!”

You turned to your team and the Diasomnia boys, your eyes sparking with both joy and a few unshed tears. “With Giratina we can go home and still stay in Twisted Wonderland!”

Mallues watched you with soft eyes. He had seen a side if you tonight that he had never seen before. Your courage, your confidence, your skill. He had these too, but yours stemmed from experience. This wasn’t something you were taught since you were born like him, these were abilities you learned through trial and error with your team. Something that he wanted.

With a new found determination, Malleus turned to his most trusted knights and friends.

“Lilia, Silver, Sebek,” He began, quickly gaining everyone's attention, “I have decided that until it is time for me to receive the crown from my grandmother, I want to travel (Y/n)’s world with a Pokémon of my own.”

Even you weren’t expecting that announcement.

“WHAT?! WAKA-SAMA ARE YOU FEELING WELL?!?!? WE MUST GET YOU TO AN INFIMERORY!!”

“I’m fine, Sebek. And I’m not joking.”

“WHAAAAAAAT?!?! YOU, HUMAN, YOU HAVE GIVEN WAKA-SAMA THIS DANGEROUS IDEA!!”

“I think its a great idea.”

“MASTER LILIA?!?!”

“zzzzz”

You couldn’t help snorting at the scene in front of you. A rather calm Malleus simply being unmovable about his choice of coming home with you, a hysterical Sebek trying to talk him out of it, an impish looking Lilia who actually supported Malleus’s idea, and a snoozing silver, who could still sleep effortlessly despite the chaos surrounding him.

You leaned up against Empoleon’s belly, him and all your other Pokémon already lying down, knowing that this was going to take a while. Even Giratina was curled up!

But, You thought, watching the group was a soft smile, you know that no matter how much you wanted to go home, you would've missed this. And this, your friends and NRC, was something that you never wanted to lose.

Bonus:

After sorting everything out with Crowley, you returned to your world to reconcile with your friends and your mom. It took some explaining, but bringing Grim back with you as well as Malleus with his magic and horns was enough to convince everyone what happened to you.

Afterwards, you were able to compete in the Grand Festival. You didn’t end up winning, however you did make it to the finals. Your opponent, Dawn, had only beaten you by a few points.

The Diasomnia gang, as well as Grim, the Adeuce combo, and the Pomefiore Trio were all present to see this and couldn’t have been prouder.

Once the Grand Festival had come to a close, you headed over to Sunnyshore City and won your 8th and final Gym Badge, permitting you to challenge the Elite Four and Cynthia.

The Pomefiore Trio didn’t watch these challenges, but the other did. 

Their nerves were through the roof when you finally faced Cynthia. And when your Garchomp miraculously out sped her Garchomp with the finishing move nobody cheered louder. 

In the end, you took Malleus to the place where you caught Garchomp back when he was still a Gible and caught Malleus his own, whom he unironically named ‘Gargoyle.’ 

Malleus did have to return to the Valley of Thorns, but not without you promising that the upcoming summer would be the start of his own Pokémon Journey. 

I wrote most of this forgetting about Grim, so sorry he doesn’t have a bigger role or more screen time.

Fun story; I got in trouble for writing down my ideas for this at work even though I did it while the store was dead and I’ve worked there for nearly two years and have either written something or drawn something almost every shift I have. Litterally no one but the manager to caught me cares. 

And, just to irritate me more (whether she was aware of it or not), said manager takes my writings and decides to read them and then proceeds to put them back in the wrong order before lecturing me.

So, yeah, that was fun.

[imagines4thefandoms]

Oliver Queen X Wife! Reader

requested: @purpledragon04​

Sorry this took to long i just couldn't think of anything good enough. hope you like it.

Can you do a Oliver queen x reader? where they’re having a gender reveal party

Word count:2456

Warnings: NONE....slight fluff

“What time is it,” William asked shoving a big bite of pancake in his mouth.

“Son, its only 8am,” Oliver laughed at his son’s excitement.

You walked in the kitchen and sat down next to William. Oliver slide over a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee. After taking a sip you looked at your husband.

“What time is it,” you asked excitedly and nervously.

Oliver and William laughed as your husband walked over to you and places a kiss on your temple while placing his had on your ever growing belly. Today was the gender reveal party that Thea and Facility planned. You and William were excited to find out what the gender of the baby was, while Ollie was just excited to be having a baby with the love of his life. After all the bad in his life he was happy to have this good thing/things.

“Its just another party,” Oliver said taking a sip of his coffee.

“Ollie, your not looking forward to finding out the gender of our baby,” you asked tearing up.

“Sweetheart, I don’t care if we are having a boy or girl. I just want to have a happy healthy baby with the love of my life,” Oliver replied rubbing your back.

Oliver was right, it doesn’t matter if you were having a boy or girl. Honestly, your would have rather stayed home with the two men in your life but if you did Thea would drag you kicking and screaming.

After Oliver calmed you down from your crazy hormonal episode, the three of you finished breakfast. The party wasn’t until noon so there were four hours to kill.  William went back to his room to play some video game while you took an shower and Oliver clean the kitchen.

“(Y/n) you ok,” Oliver asked after you had been in the shower for an hour.

He walked into the bathroom and found you sitting on the floor of the shower crying. He climbed in and pulled you into his arms letting his t-shirt and sweatpants get soaked. Oliver and you just sat there for a couple minutes.

(N/n) what’s wrong,” he asked.

“What if i’m a bad mom,” you asked Ollie looking over your shoulder.

“Impossible, i’ve seen the way you care about William. I know that you will be a great mom,” he responded laughing.

You gave him a small smile and laughed when you noticed that he was soaking wet. Oliver helped you up and out the shower while he got out of his soaking pjs and took a shower himself.  After getting dressed in maternity leggings and a (f/c) T-shirt dress you laid in bed and continued reading the book on your nightstand.

When ollie was done, he got dressed is just jeans and a t-shirt and went to his office t work on some mayoral things. The three of you were doing your separate things til William ran into your room excitingly.

“Its 11:30 come on lets go,” William said basically bouncing off the walls.

When you found out your were pregnant you were worried not about what Ollie thought but about what William thought. You were scared he would think that this baby would be more important to him but when you and Oliver told him he was excited to be a big brother.

After you got out of bed you and William ran, well William ran you wattled, to Oliver’s office. Oliver laughed at the sight of his pregnant wife and son jumping with excitement and telling him to hurry up. He finished looking over the budget for the police (idk what mayors do) and closed his computer.

The car ride there consisted of William going back and forth over either wanting to have a baby brother or sister, and you staring into space imagining your life with a baby boy then again with a baby girl. Spoiler alert both were full of sleepless nights and tears from you. Oliver held your hand and shot down williams dream to play some video game with a little brother.

“William, you won’t be able to play Modern Warfare with a newborn,” he laughed.

When we pulled up to Oliver’s childhood home, Thea, Felicity and Dig came outside and greeted us. Thea walked past her brother and gave you a big hug. Oliver faked a hurt look while Thea ignored him and then went to hug her nephew.

“OMG you’re glowing,” Felicity stated pulling you into a hug.

“I think the term you are looking for is gigantic,” you said returning the hug.

“She’s right (y/n) you look amazing,” Oliver said placing a kiss on your temple.

“You have to say that cause you are coming home with me.”

“No it the truth. You are the most beautiful person in the multiverse.”

“Wow you’re cheesy Mr. Queen. Now lets find out if we are having a little girl or another boy. “

The two of you walked into the Queen Mansion. Moira was standing in the parlor by a table with little paper pins of the supergirl symbol and flash symbols. With a sign that read “will baby Queen be Supergirl or flash?”

“Omg this is too cute,” you said picking up each symbol.

Oliver looked over at his sister and Felicity. Dig laughed at Ollie’s reaction an pined a flash symbol to his shirt. William grabbed a flash symbol then went to hug Moira.

“Whose idea was this,” Oliver asked when you put on a supergirl symbol.

“Ours,” Kara and Berry said walking out of the living room.

“Kara, you’re here,” you exclaimed running or more likely waddling towards your best friend.

“I would never miss the baby shower,” she responded hugging you.

After you grabbed a supergirl symbol which matched the one Kara was wearing and she pulled you into the living room which was decked out in supergirl and flash decorations also pink and blue balloons. There was the famous first picture of Kara flying and a picture of the Flash above the fireplace. All of our superhero friends were here including our DEO friends from Earth-19.  It  was nice seeing everyone when it didn’t involve a worlds ending crisis.

Oliver walked over to you to take in the decorations and the fact that he has to look at a dozen pictures of Barry and Kara. You looked over at your husband and saw that he was wearing a supergirl and flash symbol on his shirt. Before you could comment on the buttons Sara walked into the mansion with the legends.

“Sara, how can someone with a time machine always be late,” you joked hugging her.

“Mick,” Sara replied as an excuse and with that one word you completely understood.

After ten minutes of catching up with Alex, Kara, and Brainy, it was time to play some games. Thea grabbed you and Oliver and brought you two to the front of room. The first game was guess the baby food. Kara and Felicity walked around the room with a plater of baby food jars with no labels and tiny plastic spoons.

After playing guess the baby food, baby bingo, baby birthday pool, and having everyone write wishes for baby queen, and scarfing down three sandwiches, two cake pops and some fruit it was time for the big reveal. Thea directed everyone out to the backyard while Dig and Barry brought out a wooden target with the words ‘Supergirl or The Flash’ in red and blue. There were three black balloons pinned to the plywood. Felicity stood infant of the target and explained that the colors in the balloons will match the superhero costumes so red is for the flash and blue is for supergirl. Thea brought Oliver a bow and three arrows.

“Really speedy,” Oliver asked smiling.

“Its cute ollie,” Thea replied patting his back.

You laughed at how the green arrow is gonna fire an arrow to find out if the baby is “supergirl” or the “Flash”. Oliver wouldn’t admit it cause he is a stubborn bastard but he thought the idea was cute. You went up behind Oliver and wrapped your arms around him and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t miss,” you teased him.

“You think your cute,” he retorted as you let him go and stood behind him.

“I know I am.”

Oliver shook his head and let out a small laugh as he grabbed an arrow and pulled the drawstring back. Everyone beside William and I were standing three feet behind Oliver watching to see what color explodes from the balloons. Oliver let the arrow fly and it hit the black ballon on the right and white paint exploded. Oliver reloaded the bow and took aim. William and you were anxiously waiting to see if the next shoot would be red or blue. Oliver released the arrow and shot the balloon on the left. The balloon released white paint again. In that moment you mentally cursed Felicity, Thea, and Kara for setting up the reveal like this. The suspense was killing you.

“Babe come here,” Oliver called to you.

You walked over and Oliver handed you the bow. “Sweetheart, you know I cant shoot a bow like you can,” you explained trying to give the bow back.

“I will help you,” he said pulling you back towards him.

Oliver grabbed the last arrow and placed it on the string. He placed his hand over your on the bow and guided your other hand to the string. The two of you pulled the sting back and Oliver helped you relax your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath and focus on the target.”

“You sure you don’t want to do this yourself.”

“Be quiet and focus.”

Oliver helped you correct your position and placed his hands back over yours. You and Oliver took a deep breath and he whispered “Let go” in your ear. The arrow flew across the yard and landed center of the last balloon. Blue paint exploded from the balloon. A girl. You and Oliver were having a girl. You dropped the bow and turned around and wrapped your arms around your husband. William ran over and hugged the both of you.

“Congratulations,” everyone yelled.

Moira and Thea came over to y’all and pulled you and Oliver into a hug. It didn’t matter what color came out of the balloon because you knew no matter what this baby would be loved and protected. I mean her god mother was freaking supergirl.

“You happy,” you asked your husband.

“Yes, now I don’t have to watch you dress my baby in flash onesies,” he said placing a kiss on your temple.

“I can still do that just to annoy you.”

“I guess it will be cool to have a little sister,” William said. You laughed at his reaction and pulled him into a hug.

After a couple minutes, everyone went back inside to finish the party. The party lasted another hour and Moira left to finish some business for Queen Consolidated and the rest of our non-super friends left. Team supergirl, team flash, the rest of team arrow, the legends, and Kate Kane stayed. Since we didn’t have to keep any secrets now we decided to open some presents.

Kara gave us a cute supergirl onesie with a little cape and a bib that read ‘stronger than supergirl’. “Kara this is too cute,” you hugged your best friend again. “Please this is nothing. Im going to spoil her so much.”

Alex gave us a cute teddy bear. “Thanks Alex,” you said giving it a tight squeeze. “Its just like the one my dad gave me when I was younger.”

Jon gave us some martian baby toy. It looked like a block of bedrock. “Its an old martian toy. It can shift to what every toy she thinks about.” “That is really cool Jon, thanks.”

Brainy gave us a cd with classical music to play during bedtime because it has been proven to increase intelligence. “Thank you Brainy.” “It has my favorites. Playing it every night will increase the baby’s intelligence by 45%.”

Kate got us a lot of diapers and pacifiers. “I didn’t know what to get so,” “No Kate this is great thanks.”

The Legends gave us a bunch of baby toys the stole from time. Some from the past and some from the future. “These are really cool.” “This one was from Queen Victoria’s nursery,” Nate explained. “Having these won’t mess up the time line will they?” Oliver asked. “Probably,” Mick said.  “I don’t know,” Nate said.  “No,”Sara said. “We will find out,” ray commented.

Caitlyn gave us a little baby booties/socks that monitor the baby’s vitals when she is sleeping. “Caitlyn this is awesome. Thank you,” “your welcome.”

Cisco build a little mobile with all the our symbols and it played “twinkle twinkle little star” “This is pretty cool Cisco,” Oliver stated spinning it around. “It also can create a protective force field around the crib at the push of this button,” he said handing you a small black remote. “Ok, that’s great. Hopefully we never need it,” you said looking closely at the mobile.

Iris and Barry gave us of course two flash onesies and a little green arrow one too. “Wow thanks Barry,” Oliver said in a monotone. “Come one ollie, these are really cute,” you pleaded holding up one of the flash ones.

Ralph gave us a cute little dinosaur plushie. “Thank you Ralph. This little guy is really cute.”

Thea and roy got us a little pink blanket. “Speedy is that,” Oliver asked.

“Yea mom helped me find it.” “Ollie what is it,” you asked taking the blanket from him. “This is her old blanket. Thea would never go anywhere without it.” “Thea this is so sweet.”

Dig and Lila got us a bunch of baby thing that they said saved their lives with baby Sara. “Trust us you will need these,” Lila explained. “Thanks you guys.”

Felicity got us a bunch of little books. “These are perfect Felicity,” you thanked her.

After presents, Oliver, dig, Barry, and William loaded the car up with all the stuff and the three of you left to head home. The car ride home was quiet; William was playing his video games and you and Oliver just held hands in silence. It was perfect. The silence only broke one time when William commented, “Just so you know I'm not playing dress up or attending a tea party.” You laughed and looked at your husband. The two of you just knew that William will end up doing anything for his little sister.

[goddessofmadnessheiress]

Barry Allen x Reader - Sleeping beauty's nightmare

Fandom: Flash

Request: @kurtbastianlover said: 

Summary: You and Barry are best friends, but he gets up on a fight with a metahuman that put him in a deep sleep. Apparently, you are the only one that can save him. But how? You are only his best friends...

Warnings: Mention of smut 

Words: 2607 (Sorry that it is shorter than most my fics) 

Notes: Sorry for the late reply, I have this written for one year already. But last year was a hell for me... I only start writting fics at the end of the year. That was the only request I could post.  Thanks for requesting and I hope this will one of the many fic I write for you as a thank you for all you done for me my friend. 

(y/h/c): your hair color; (y/e/c):your eyes color

Sorry any grammar mistake, english isn’t my first language and I wrote that at the hospital when my aunt got hurt, so maybe the story is rushed... 

You do not know which or how the metahuman done that. All you know is that Barry is unconscious and nothing that the team done were successful to wake him up.

When Cisco called you while you were on work you knew something bad had happened. You enter running on the Star Labs, not paying attention at all on your friends.

You almost knocked down your childhood friend Iris to the ground trying to reach the man you loved so much. But he did not know that and do not need to know.

Barry already have so many things to worry about and protecting his childhood friend as a romantic partner should not be on his list.

The thing that you do not know is that he feels the same way with you. He just did not find the right time to tell you and maybe now after the encounter with his metahuman he will never be able to talk to you about this.

Barry is lying down on the medical laboratory with Caitlyn checking his vital from minute to minute. His body have so many wires attached to him that you do not the function of more than a half of them.

Caitlyn smiles sadly to you. She figured it out how you two felt for each other a while ago. She is trying to get you two to start dating but without giving each other feeling, she thinks you need to say each to each other and not get another person pointing them out for you.

You sit across from her monitor and by Barry's side. You automatically put your hand over his. He looks like he is just sleeping.

And that relaxes you. He does not look like dead or physically injured. Cisco said something about him being in an eternal coma or something.

The thing that makes you worry more is the inconstant movements Barry's body is doing. It is not conscious and looks like he is having a nightmare.

And you could not be closer to truth than that. Barry is trapped in a nightmare. An eternal nightmare where his worst fear keeps repeating does not matter what he does.

It always begins different but the end it the same independent of what he does in the middle of it. And that is crushing him. Having to rewatch that over and over again.

This time it begins something heartwarming. The sun light bathing him and the constant light on his eyes makes him wake up even if he does not want that.

And he does not, if he stays sleeping maybe he did not need to watch the disaster all over again.

He turns into the bed and a moaning of his name from a warn body that is close to his makes a laugh escape his lips.

There you are. Hugging him, your form is small close to his. You are naked under the covers just like him.

He does not remember last night, because it did not actually happen but even this way, he feels his checks getting warmer with just the idea of finally making love to you just the way he wished since his teen years.

He cannot help but moan out load too when he feels your chest over his bare skin. A silent promise that you are his.

He does not want to wake you up. But the need to ask with you liked last night even though he knew dawn well that this is not real overtook him.

He kisses your libs repeatedly till your (e/c) eyes open and met his green ones. His hearts skip a beat seeing the lust missed with sleep clouding your shining eyes.

-Hi there. -His voice sounds so smooth that even him do not recognizes it.

-Hey baby. -You answer trying to be sexy, but the sleepiness is all over your tone. Even like this Barry thinks you are the prettiest thing he ever saw. -We need to be up so early?

-No. We do not. -Barry answers smiling. -But I want to be with you for a little longer.

In a blink of an eyes Barry's lips is on yours. Distracted by his kiss you do not feel when his arms snake your waist and pull you to him.

Your naked form over his is heaven. You feel how much he is liking all the make out. His smile when you part is the brightest it ever was.

-Round 2? -You ask malicious already looking for a condom on the nightstand. Knowing dawn hell, the answer is yes.

Because as Nickelback said, ‘Sex is never a question because the answer is always yes.’ You kiss the speedster again, savoring the moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You feel Barry pulling your body against his while you are trying to do the breakfast. By the minute it passed he was closer to you.

Because every second he wasted he knew what would happen. And he wanted to save you, but he never could.

He lost the count of how many times he was into this loop. This cursed dream put him into heaven when he is with you as he always wished and then crash him into hell taking you again from him in the darkest ways.

He never knows when it will appear, but every loop was a different enemy. The first was Reverse Flash, then Zoom, Savitar, Cicada and a lot more.

Maybe the loop will begin all over again. His arms snakes harder around your waist when he hears the front door opening.

His heartbeat slows down when he sees Caitlyn getting closer. He smiles at her, not caring that you and he are still naked.

He was expecting a murderer. Seeing a friend is a blessing. Maybe this was real after all, maybe he was pulled out of this nightmare.

But his heart tightens when she does not answer his smile. Her expression is sadness and a white strain in her hair makes Barry holds his breath.

-I am so sorry. -She says before losing her conscious and that silver eyes shine with madness.

-Killer Frost please no! -Barry begs trying to put himself in front of you. But she is faster.

An ice dagger hits you on your heart. Blood all over the place and your numb body hits the floor.

Killer Frost disappears with a smile on her lips. Her translucid figure says before completely disappearing:

-It is all your fault. It always is.

Barry is over your screaming to you do not close your eyes. But it is already too late. You are cold. Rigid.

Dead.

His eyes are clouded with tears. In the next moment he is in front of your grave.

Buried with his parents. Cisco is by his side. But he is so serious that I do not look like him at all.

-I am sorry Barry. But I do not want to be the next one. -And then his best friend disappears leaving him all by himself.

No one by his side. Iris and Joe had not given up on him when they discovered you had died.

The trial tried to blame him. He almost went to jail. His father's story being repeat all over again.

Barry closes his eyes. And when he opens it again, he is in Joe's living room. Two kids came running and jumps on him.

-Daddy is back. -Barry look at the twins. The girl has your features and his eyes while the boy has his features and your (e/c) eyes.

-Oh, he is back? -You enter in the living room leaving the kitchen behind. Barry's heart almost leaves his chest when he is in your belly.

You are pregnant again. Oh no, please say that you will not die this time. Not with his child inside of your beautiful bellybutton.

Outside of the dreamland you feel his hands tanning around yours. You feel your heart thinning, you do not know what it is happening on his head.

But you know that must be something bad. And yours suspicious only are confirmed and he starts saying:

-No please. NO. Not her. -His body starts moving around and by instinct you left his hand. -(Y/n) please stay with me...

You have the impression of hearing your name coming out of his mouth, but you cannot confirm that because his body starts shaking.

He is convulsing on the bed and you feel your heart broking. Is he dying? You start crying and want to scream but your thongs are locked.

-(Y/n) leave! -Caitlyn starts screaming at you. -I need to save him.

You want to scream no. You want to say you also wants to save him. You want to hug him still everything passes.

But you cannot talk. You cannot move. You are frozen. Are you going to watch your love dying in front of you?

You feel Cisco pulling you out of the room. And you do not fight it. You let him pull you out of there.

Outside the room you instinctively hug him and buries your face on his chest. His smell helps you calm down.

The genius boy has an idea of entering Barry's nightmare to see what is happening so they could save him the right way.

Cisco passes your shaking body who is still crying but not as much as before to Iris. She hugs you properly.

You two leave the cortex and go to a more comfort place in Star Labs. Joe enters the room where you are in despair. He stops when seeing your puffy and red eyes.

He saw you growing up between his kids. He knew how you felt about Barry, him being your confident.

He also knew what Barry feels for you, after all is his son. Joe is Barry's confident too. So, his hearts tights at the vision of you crying.

You jump from the couch where you were siting by the side of Iris, who knows what is passing on the head of her father.

You two hug strongly and you start crying again. This is the same scene and situation of when Barry was hit by the lightning.

Cisco enters animatedly on the room. His smile is almost contagious. In his most serious tone, he announces:

-It is working. -He shows in his tablet a map of mind and a pair of googles that shined on the lights. -Let's save Barry!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You do not know exactly how this equipment works or how Cisco got this idea. And worst you were not sure if it will work.

The only thing that you know is that you need to need to lay in a bed side by side with Barry while using the googles and then you are into his mind.

With shaking hands, you put the glasses over your eyes and lays down. You cannot see anything because the equipment is not a see through.

A flashlight almost blinds you. And then you are in a church. You look around a like taken aback.

You see Joe and Iris on the Isle smiling. Cisco and Caitlin on the other side of it. Barry on the middle in a beautiful tux.

You run still him. And he is taken aback a little. Before you can register anything, you see yourself entering the church in a beautiful white outfit.

You walk at your own hands and you realize you are a little invisible. Barry is looking that you of his nightmare and the ghostly you are floating by his side.

This does not look like a nightmare. So, his nightmare is marrying you? But then yourself are on the island.

And a shadow emerges on the church's doors. A blade as fast as lighting hits the back of you and the blood stains the white material.

Barry falls to his knees and starts crying. So, his worst nightmare is losing you? You are a little taken aback by this.

You put a ghostly hand on his shoulder. He looks up at you and smiles. The dream restarts.

You two are alone in Star Labs. He explains to you the loop he is trapped in. How many times he saw you dying. How many different ways you died on his arms.

How everyone blames him in all the versions, and they leave him alone. He says that he is losing the love of his life and his family over and over and over again.

He said that the metahuman that put him into this hell recites something similar to a curse before he fainted into darkness and Barry fainting.

"You will fall into a sleep like death! But the speedster can be woken from his death sleep by only one true love's kiss."

Is that a Sleeping Beauty's reference?

But your brain is plain.

And you have frozen. The dream before the nightmare. The peace before chaos. The calm before the storm...

They all were a hint to whom should wake him up.

And it is you. You are the answer. You are Barry's true love.

You feel yourself disappearing. Your ghostly form plants a simple kiss on his lips. But before Barry could kiss you properly you have disappeared completely.

Your body wakes in a shock and you jump out of the bed. You feel Cisco's hand helping you gain your equilibrium back.

-I have the answer. -You announce removing the googles and smiling at them.

You briefly explain what happened when you were on Barry's mind. The dreams, the nightmare, everything.

-So, the metahuman shipped you two? -Cisco asks laughing at the idea.

-I more worried that the used Maleficent's lines. -Caitlyn says out loud and everyone looks at her in shock. -What? I used to like Disney...

-Which was your favorite movie then? -Iris asks playfully.

-Sky High. I always thought that Layla reminded of myself.

You shock your head in a negative gesture.

-Guys. Focus. We need to save Barry. -You say and Joe agrees with you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The gang left you after you finished your story. They have hopes that you are right. And they internally are happy that you two would finally be together.

You are looking at Barry numb body recalling his dream. You smile at the idea of marrying him someday.

And then the conversation comes back to your head. It is now or never it is as simples as:

A kiss.

A kiss would wake him up.

You laugh at the irony but with a fast heartbeat you plant your lips over his firmly.

He does not respond the act and you part from him. His green eyes shout open and they met with your (y/c) orbs.

You smile at him and he does the same.

-Hey there my sleeping beauty. -You say laughing at all this situation now that he is safe.

He kisses you again. Deeper, with so much passion and need. You two part needing air. You try to breath normal again.

-You are my warrior in shining armor, aren't you? -Barry says going for another kiss but you two get interrupted when the door busts open.

Cisco enters cheering and screaming. Happy that you two finally are together and that is best friend is safe.

You shake your head at his childish behavior but you happy seeing Barry fine and liking you just like you like him.

The Latino boy jumps over your now boyfriend and hugs him almost to death. But their laughs warm your heart.

This is the dream after the nightmare. The calm after the storm. And you are genuinely happy.

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The Snyder Cut: Headcanons (mostly of the tickly nature)

Bruce Wayne (Batman) ~ Batfleck, my love

He’s such a lover boy, and I can say that though I don’t exactly know how to explain what I mean. You just gotta understand.

He cares so strongly about EVERYONE. e v e r y o n e. Alfred, fucking loves the guy, jokes with him. The fucking “This is Alfred, I work for him.” MY MAN, STOP!

I think he just really wants to get along with everyone and wants everyone to get along in general.

But he lowkey crushes on Diana (at least in his mind, he’s keeping it lowkey, but we all see what’s happening)

I love the idea of this big hunk of a man getting soft with someone like Diana. 

She makes him genuinely laugh this one time by saying something funny, and then they’re both laughing together. 

Bruce definitely has one of those laughs where he throws his head back and shit and you can see his like Adam’s apple bobbing and everything.

But that’s if he’s really laughing.

And he has loud “HA”’s that are like really short but loud and then he kinda just snickers to himself for a while, holding his stomach.

And dude, the scene in freaking uhh… i think it’s BvS I’m not 100% (maybe i fucking imagined it who knows) where she like comes over to him and is fixing his wound….. tickle scenario hand picked from the gods right there

I can see a whole, “Woah!” from Bruce when Diana traces her fingers on some sensitive skin. And that Gal Godot smile is on her in an INSTANT. 

Bruce will laugh if he’s with the right person. Like I headcanon that if he’s being tickled, he will laugh if it’s done by Diana or Barry, then like he’ll be forced to laugh if it’s Clark bc he overpowers the poor bat, but then he just has these hilarious bouts of angry growls and chuckles if Arthur is going after him. 

I can’t even write about Batfleck being a ler because I will literally explode, so I’m done here 

(((((butseriouslyifanyonewantstotalklerbatfleckwithmehmuplz)))))

Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) 

I know the GIF isn’t from ZSJL but just let me live, ok? (Also I couldn’t find the one of Gal wiggling her fingers YOU KNOW THE ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT)

First off, Gal is the most horrible queen of giggles. I’ve seen those blooper reels. My god, girl, how do you keep getting hired?

SHE HAS SUCH A BIG SMILE IT’S LIKE THE ROCK IDK HOW THEIR TEETH AND MOUTH GET SO WIDE LOOKING

Diana will start tickle fights without a doubt.

She’s already very trustful and I also feel pretty handsy with people, especially those she may feel close to. So if she’s playful, you best watch out.

Her favorite targets are Bruce and Barry. I will not take criticism. Diana attacking Barry and reducing him to panicky shrieky laughs is my #1 thought. It’s not even living rent free, I’m commissioning it to be there.

Diana is one to laugh with her victims. She will wreck them and have a great time doing so. 

She’ll be ticklish if she wants to be, but it isn’t often she gets pinned and tickled or anything like that.

The guys try to stay away from her or not go after her with tickles for fear of retaliation.

AQUAMAN, CYBORG, SUPERMAN, AND THE FLASH UNDER THE CUT

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

So…. my man isn’t really ticklish. I really don’t think he is, I feel like his Atlantean genes make his skin a special kind of hard, if that makes sense?

THAT BEING SAID ARTHUR IS THE BIGGEST LER OMGGG

He’ll try and act all cool and ‘whatever’ around the League cuz that’s kind of his persona.

But he slowly gets to like them more and more and his playful side starts to come out.

He’ll tickle Barry out of pure annoyance. Like if Barry makes any kind of comment, he’ll just point his finger out and get that glint in his eye and Barry is sprinting for the hills.

Here’s my favorite headcanon: Arthur will tickle Bruce because he knows it pisses him off when he does it. Bruce will fight back and keep Arthur in his sights at all time and curse and growl at him. And Arthur thinks it’s hilarious.

Arthur as a ler will taunt and tease until the cows come home

“Huh, big guy? What’s that? Ahawww that’s what I thought!... Not so fast/tough/etc. now!... I will wreck you.”

Victor Stone (Cyborg)

Unfortunately… not ticklish. :(

But this boy has the sweetest laugh you will ever hear, and I will die on that hill. 

Now that he has friends (superpowered friends, no less), he can slowly come alive and be himself. 

I can see Victor not getting involved in tickle fights at first, but at a certain point he’ll be all like, “Okay, step aside so we can do this right” and just PIN THE SHIT OUT OF WHOEVER IS BEING TICKLED. His extra robot arms are killer!

Okay, when he laughs for the first time in front of the group, there’s that cliche moment of pause where everything stops and everyone just stares and listens to him. It’s so rare to hear him laugh because the poor kid barely even smiled around them in the beginning. 

He SMIRKS

Now hear me out on this…

Okay, so half a face. Great. Weird. We love it. But you can see all of mischievous Victor when the guy SMIRKS. You see his eye squint and you can swear his robot eye gets a gleam of a different color. 

Wait honestly as I was writing that, the thought of Victor’s eye and like his apparatus changing color based on his mood is golden.

Me sitting here, lowkey wishing Victor’s robot body had some kind of cuddly mode like Baymax lmfaoooo 

Like the defense mode his body went into when he was around resurrected Supes, but for cuddles and being cute.

Clark Kent (Superman)

I was debating even including any headcanons for Superman bc I don’t care about him much, honestly.

I am v happy they kept in the whole ‘him staring at Flash through the speed storm’ scene bc I laughed so hard at that the first time i saw Josstice League in the theater. 

Also I didn’t really like the black superman costume??? I’m not a comic buff, so I’m assuming that’s why. I am like the one person who missed the color from the Josstice League cut. Don’t miss the stupid red sky in the finale, but I miss every other ounce of color that was just SUCKED right out of the Snyder Cut.

Clark and Bruce are besties now, I don’t make the rules. Bruce bought the man his house back. By buying the bank. He’ll take care of him.

And I’ve always simped for those two ever since BvS, bc I’ve already written like two fics where they tickle each other. 

Clark overpowering Bruce to tickle the shit out of him makes me so happy lol. Big strong boy Batfleck looking thiccc over here… but put him against Superman and he’s donezo. Because as mentioned earlier, I do think Bruce is pretty ticklish. 

But Clark can have his lee side when he’s feeling nice

He’s got that mighty chuckle, almost like how Thor might laugh. 

And he really likes getting involved in tickle fights with the League. He knows all of them are sorta afraid of him on the daily anyway, but have that power added to a tickle fight and it’s fun as hell. 

He’s gotten taken down by them ONCE. And I mean exactly (1) O N C E.

They all teamed up. Bing, bang, boom. Pinned him to the floor and they each took an area of skin and fucking SQUEEZED AND WIGGLED. They were trying to incapacitate him as quickly as possible. And dangummit, he laughed a lot! Like Clark realized just how ticklish he could feel if he wanted to feel it. 

And don’t even get me started on Lois, he’s big on getting her to giggle and she likes toying with him and running her hands all over his body (bc who wouldn’t?)

Barry Allen (The Flash)

I waited to write about Barry last because I have so much to say about this character....

and then I fell asleep and waited until the next day to write anything down about him so now I’m totally not in the mood and I forgot all the salient points I was planning on making.

fuck you, michelle.

I got a weird relationship with this character. He was mad annoying in the Josstice League. Thank goodness they trimmed his bad jokes down.

But now....

when he got hurt at the end and he was like crying and shit oh my god I wanted to hug him

His character got so... good

And I’m now at the right age where I can think about myself in a relationship with this character with no changes or shame

We both out here trying to find that one good job after college and everything

BARRY JUST WANTS FRIENDS, GUYS

HE’S THAT CUTE

And then he got this whole found family schtick with the Justice League!!! Lookit him!!! Thriving!

He has total little brother energy

like, pesky little brother. Bothers everyone, looks over people’s shoulders while they’re deep in thought or concentrating on something.

Asks a lot of questions.

All the more reason for the gang to want to tickle the shit out of him.

Barry just reads like a super ticklish lee. Like his whole character.

Maybe touch starved because he said he needed friends, and I don’t think he has siblings??? (sorry if i’m wrong about that, comic fans)

I already named some of my fav headcanons about him getting tickled by like Diana and such, and I’m sticking with it.

Barry does flee. He runs away with super speed.... but sometimes he just kinda wants the tickles so he lets them have at him. 

The chase is all part of the fun with tickling Barry, though. That’s what makes it so entertaining. And Barry isn’t afraid to be a little shit about it either. He will super-speed around his pursuers and poke their sides and tickle them back really quickly before they even know what’s happening. 

Barry doesn’t exactly hold back his laughter lol. He’ll protest and scream and squirm like crazy, but once he’s actually tickled, he loses it.

Pure boy. With funny ass facial expressions.

And it really doesn’t help that I never realized just how hot Ezra Miller is, even though I heard he’s not a great person irl. Oh well.

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

Please please let me know if y’all have things to add, to squee over, to question me about... please. anything. i’m here for you. thanks for reading, guys!

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Fallen Star - 14/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Not really that proud of this chap, but I hope you guys will still enjoy it!

Tagging the lovely @itzvickilou b/c I know she’s been waiting centuries for this. ;)

And also @westallen94 b/c I technically wrote it for her for an ep she didn’t spoil me on ages ago. Thank you, love.

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Chapter 14 - 

Iris froze.

Slowly, she turned around, though she knew exactly who that voice belonged to. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. His voice was breaking too, which should’ve made her feel bad for him but only pissed her off. Not at him, but at herself. She should’ve known he’d come running if alarms went off. He was faster than the police. Not that the police would care about a break-in for a practically abandoned building.

Practically.

It was supposed to have been abandoned.

“Hi, Barry,” she made herself say.

He scoffed and walked towards her.

“Hi, Barry? That’s all you have to say?”

She held her ground and pursed her lips.

“What would you like me to say?”

“An explanation would be nice. Why are you…” He gestured to the building behind her. “Breaking into buildings? Don’t tell me this is for a story.”

He said it with such disgust that she couldn’t help but bristle at him and refocus her anger on the subject before her. She folded her arms.

“Oh, and what if it is?”

He scoffed. “I thought you were done with this.”

“Ha! You wish I was. Just because I haven’t been out since our break-up doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to eventually. I was just waiting until-”

“I was okay with it?”

“Please. You’re never going to be okay with it.”

Tension simmered between them.

“Are you?” she spat.

“No,” he ground out.

She nodded knowingly.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I really thought you were past this, Iris.”

He latched his hand around her arm before she could retort. She struggled to get free, but his grip was like a vice around her.

“What- What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you in for breaking and entering.”

Her jaw dropped.

“You can’t be serious. I could do jail time for that.”

“I’m sure your dad will bail you out.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Doesn’t matter. I got what I needed.”

“Photographic evidence,” he guessed.

She smiled serenely.

“Nothing the police won’t confiscate once they have you in a cell.”

She shook her head at him, sadness overtaking the fury building inside of her.

“I can’t believe you would do that to me. After everything we’ve been through.”

“I can’t believe you would put me in a position where I have to choose.”

“Between what? Me and the law?”

His grip tightened.

“Between what you think you want and your life.”

“What good is my life if I’m not using it to make a difference? This story could-”

“Save lives, yeah, I know.” He rolled his eyes, bringing her to tears he didn’t see. “Come on, let’s go.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

She pulled back, yanking something out from inside her jacket.

“What are y-”

But he was too late reacting to her taser until he released her and fell on the ground, seizing.

“Sorry, Barry. It looks like we’re not on the same side anymore.”

“Barry? Barry?” Caitlin and Cisco’s voices could be heard emanating from the com. They got no response.

Iris didn’t wait around for Barry to trap her again. She took off running till she got to her car. She glanced in her rearview mirror before taking off, making sure he was still on the ground. The taser still affected him, but it wouldn’t last as long since he was a meta. She had to get out of there before he came to.

Turning the key, she gunned the gas pedal and took off like a bat out of hell, away from the scene of the crime with her heart screaming and tears running down her cheeks.

…

Back at STAR Labs, Cisco and Caitlin had come to the conclusion that Barry was unconscious and it would do no good to keep calling out for him.

“He’s not responding,” Caitlin said worriedly.

“What do we do?” Cisco asked.

“Well, we have to go get him obviously! Come on, I’ll drive.”

“What-” He watched as she gathered her purse and headed for the hall. “Caitlin, wait for me!”

He hurried after her.

“Why do you get to drive?” he asked, frowning.

“Because I’m taller,” she said, easily, stepping into the elevator just after the doors opened.

“Only because you’re wearing heels!”

But he followed her anyway, and at no point insisted on taking the keys from her grasp.

…

They found Barry still in his Flash suit on the ground unconscious about twenty minutes later.

“Oh, my God, Barry!”

They both ran to him.

“Drive the van over, so we don’t have to carry him as far,” Cisco suggested.

“Good idea.”

“Barry, Barry, can you hear me?”

Barry moaned. “Iriss…” he slurred, but his eyes never opened. He was still out of it.

A couple minutes later, Caitlin pulled the van up and they managed to lift Barry off the ground and put him in the back.

“What do you think she did to him?” Caitlin asked, worriedly.

“A taser if I had to guess.”

They both got back into the front seat.

“He just needs some rest. When he wakes up, he’ll be fine.”

Caitlin turned the key in the ignition and drove out of the dusty parking lot.

“I sure hope you’re right.”

…

The effects of the taser didn’t fully wear off for much longer than the team had expected, but Cisco and Caitlin were right there by his bedside in the Med Bay when Barry woke up. He groaned and looked around.

“Where-”

“You’re in STAR Labs, buddy.” Cisco squeezed his shoulder.

“You gave us quite a scare,” Caitlin said, smiling gently.

“Iris, she…”

“She tased you, man,” Cisco said. “Can’t say she didn’t come prepared, I guess.”

Barry groaned again and rolled over to the side so he could get up.

“Careful,” Caitlin warned.

“I’m a speedster, Cait. I’ll be fine.”

She relented.

He turned around, piecing the event back together.

“I have to find Iris.”

“How do you know she’s not going to try to tase you again?”

He sighed and quickly sped into normal clothes.

“I don’t.”

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged a look.

“Barry,” Caitlin tried. “I know…technically Iris broke the law, but…are you sure this isn’t about the fact that she bailed on you this morning?”

“She put herself in danger, Caitlin!” His eyes went wide as his voice rose. “Again. While I was weak, thinking that maybe she might…” He shook his head and laughed. “Well, joke’s on me. Let’s see how much her boss likes to have an employee that’s been arrested and thrown into a cell.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened.

“You’re gonna try to get her fired? Barry, that’s-”

“One way to slow her down? My thinking exactly.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I’ll see you two later. Thanks for bringing me back.”

Her mouth hanging open, she turned to look at Cisco.

“Cisco, this is not-”

“Good, yeah, I know.”

They both stared after Barry, wondering how they could get his head screwed on straight when the only person who could knock sense into him was the person whose career he was trying to destroy.

“Maybe we should call Joe. Tell him what’s up before Barry does. Barry might exaggerate things.”

“Exaggerate breaking and entering?” Caitlin raised an eyebrow.

Cisco didn’t respond to that. Instead he reached for his phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found Joe’s name.

“This would be so much less complicated if they hadn’t broken up…”

…

A knock came on Iris’ office door after lunch. She was still shaking from her experience with the Flash at the warehouse and almost didn’t hear it. It wasn’t until her best friend’s voice accompanied it that she looked up.

“Hey, Iris, I didn’t see you come i…” Her brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

Iris didn’t move, then subtly she shook her head.

Linda walked through the door, closed and locked it behind her. Hurriedly, she walked over to her friend’s side and got down on her knees, taking Iris’ hands in her own.

“What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Iris licked her lips.

“I think…Barry’s going to arrest me.”

Linda’s eyes widened in horror.

“What?! Why would he do that? Don’t tell me he- you…”

Iris sighed.

“There were cameras, Lin. And an alarm system. The Flash came to check it out and found me there.”

“Oh no.”

“We got into an argument, he tried to take me in on the account of breaking and entering…”

Linda scoffed in disgust.

“And I tased him.”

Linda’s eyes went wide again.

“You what?” But she couldn’t help smiling. She was proud of her girl.

“It was the only way I could get away!”

“Hey, hey, I don’t blame you.” She rubbed her hand over the top of Iris’ to calm her.

“Yeah, well, if he follows through…or tells my dad-”

“Hey, Joe would never let his baby girl sit in a jail cell. You don’t have to worry about that. If Barry hasn’t come already – as the Flash or as himself – he’s not going to.”

“Scott will not take kindly to one of his reporters being arrested, Lin!” She shot to her feet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She started to pace, then stopped suddenly. “And even if my dad does intervene, he’s going to give me a serious talking to. The only one that put a stop to those annoying lectures was Barry, and now they’re on the same side. Except Barry’s worse. He tried to arrest me, Lin. Me! The supposed love of his life.”

She scoffed and sat back down.

“What a joke.” She shook her head. “There’s no getting through to him now.”

Linda nibbled on her bottom lip.

“What if I talked to him?”

Iris’ eyes flashed to hers.

“Why would that make a difference?”

“Well…I could take responsibility for the story…and you bailing on him this morning.”

Her lips parted.

“It would redirect his anger.”

“At you? No.”

“He doesn’t care if I risk my life.”

“Lin.”

“Not like he cares about you, and you know it.”

She leaned forward and captured her hands and her gaze.

“I won’t let you take on that kind of wrath. I can’t.”

“I can handle Barry Allen, trust me.” She patted her hand. Iris looked at a loss. “Let me do this for you. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t, but at least I tried.”

Iris hesitated. “Okay.”

“Good.”

“But don’t push him, okay? I don’t want you losing your job. I need you here with me.”

Linda stood up and straightened out her skirt.

“Me? Girl, please. I’m untouchable.”

She winked and headed out of Iris’ office. When she was gone, Iris leaned back in her seat staring at the closed door where her best friend had gone through.

“I wish I was.”

[calypsoff2]

Five.

“Ok, yeah I am pushing for that, and I think it’s the right way we should go with this company, we need to aim at all avenues so as long as your happy then we can proceed Ciarra” I said to her down the phone, waving TJ and Camron into the office with the biggest smile on my face “well I will start with gearing up, and getting the team together for a meeting about it. Talk to you soon” putting the phone down “no way!” I spat, Deja is here too “if it isn’t my ex boss that left us” getting up from the chair “oh wait, is this Rihanna’ office?” she paused saying “it is, I am using it while I am here. It’s good seeing you” walking around the desk “my big man C, look at you boy” dapping him and then hugging him “hi uncle C, dad said you wanted to see me. I did say I could come on my own” moving back from the hug dapping TJ “exactly, nobody invited him to come. Why you come?” I asked TJ “nigga shut up, now you know damn well he can’t get far without me” TJ sat down “and you bought your pet along” Deja side eyed me, hugging Deja “it’s so good seeing you after all this time Chris. Even though I saw you, but you were rushed away by the team” I chuckled “oh yeah, the Fenty team rushed me away, it was at the Sephora launch or something? Yeah I remember, good seeing you all. How come Deja came” I asked, I didn’t ask for her, but she is here “oh we are doing some BP work around here, so we just came out” nodding my head “your trim is dope nephew, making sure dad spends his coins now” he nodded his head “what did you want to see us about?” TJ asked, sitting on the edge of the desk “come sit with me” I said to Camron “he just come back from his moms yesterday” nodding my head “I ain’t saying anything, at the end of the day that is your mom. Right?” TJ agreed, I don’t want to disrespect her when that is his mom, it’s wrong “I saw your mom uncle, she said I look handsome” I snorted laughing “she says that to everyone nigga, you ain’t special now” he thinks he is, placing my arm around him.

“So we are moving up with Fenty Corp, we are always moving up” Deja has a question “can you hook me up with some Fenty Beauty? Like those pr boxes, I mean shit help a sister out and I see Fenty Skin there, is that exclusive? I ain’t peep that being released” looking behind me “oh yeah, so that. You keep that here, it’s our next venture, just shut your mouth anyways, I think I have a pr box around here, I will give it you. Anyways so we are venturing onto new things constantly and well, it’s more my idea but we are aiming for Fenty Kidz. Luxury clothing, like Fenty is and I want to do a boy’s section of it, and I want nephew on it, I want him to be the face of it and of course yourself TJ, I want some real dudes on it. I mean I haven’t got a son to be showing it off like that so yeah. I will run up a contract and whatever and I want that for you, it’s the same with the girls. But Robyn is going to be the muse. I am just a lonely nigga” TJ laughed “you can always do that with my son? That’s nephew, I don’t mind” shaking my head “it’s your son but I want him on Fenty” tightening my arm around Camron “so how is that basketball camp doing for you?” I asked him “tell uncle how good you been doing? And what you want to say to him” to looking at him “thank you for getting me in basketball camp and paying for me, I really like it and coach thinks I got a career in it” I cooed out “I got you, you know that. When you are playing for Lakers, don’t forget me” Camron laughed “aiming that for you” he is so sweet for that.

Putting a finger up at Deja as she videoed me “spending Christmas with us nephew?” looking over at Camron “yes” nodding my head “cool, so y’all coming to the Fenty party? Fenty corp are having a end of year party and y’all are invited, I am happy as hell, Robyn wanted to be there but oh well, that is on her” I shrugged “you are loving this, so about that pr box and invite” Deja said, I laughed shaking my head “be quiet” reaching behind me and grabbing my phone, I think it will be Robyn calling me, answering the call “babe” I answered “hey, are you ok?” she asked “I am fine, excited about the Fenty party, I know you are too” she groaned out “shut up, I want you to come home now anyways, I am sorry but I refuse to let you have so much fun” I chuckled “be quiet, someone needs to be there and besides. The staff like me more then you, word on the office floor is that you are moody and mean” I joked “so you coming home?” she needs to stop tripping “Robyn?” I said “Chris?” she retorted “you have been there for long now, Christmas is coming so you better be home after that, Fenty Corp is on a break now anyways” she has a point “but you are allowing me to have a good time, yeah?” I questioned, I don’t want her to say I didn’t want you to go, and you did “you can, you better play the video of me praising my staff by the way” oh yeah I remembered she made that video “I will, and I will be good and tell the staff how good they have been” rolling my eyes, I mean they have been good actually.

I thought I would take the gang for some food at iHop, fixing my snapback on my head “I really want to go to the party you know” TJ said “you should” I laughed “your lady will be there” I grinned “nigga, well Mel did say she would be going so you know” Deja lifted her head up confused “Mel? So wait a minute, are you dating riri friend?” Deja just knows “this is on the low low now, Mel and TJ have been having sex on the low low” I said laughing “Camron, go and get a milkshake” TJ got up from the seat so he could slide out of the seat and get something “get me one too kid” looking over at Deja “you always out there taking pictures” wrapping my arm around her and smiled as she took the selfie “I miss my ex-boss man now” I cooed out moving back “I just wanted to speak without Camron being here, Mel and I are trying to keep it on the low but I said look I got a son and he is my main thing you know, since his mom isn’t the best. He needs someone that is going to love him, be a mother to him and she goes that she needs to think on it, but she likes me. I mean we have been getting on so much Chris, it doesn’t bother me that she has been with Barry at all, but I don’t know where her mind is at about being a step mother, you know?” nodding my head “I think she needs time to accept it, but does he know you’re with Mel?” TJ shrugged “he chooses not to listen I think, but he’s been pretty upset with his mom’s. His mom wasn’t there at all, he stayed with the gran and he goes his mom wasn’t there to be seen. I am like she didn’t want you, she had you to get at Chris” I cringed “you didn’t say that to him did you?” TJ shook his head “never my nigga, just annoys me. Like he was put there to annoy you which never did, I love him, but you know” pulling a face at him “I know but he is here now, I think Mel does like you a lot. I am shocked that my wife doesn’t know or noticed” TJ doesn’t look impressed “like she ashamed of me, am I that bad?” shaking my head “no bro, you ain’t. I think just take it as it is and have fun, in time Mel may accept you for you and your son, I think she will eventually. Camron is a good kid, I love him like my own and I just want him to have fun and grow up with the best benefits he can, more then what we had, you know?” TJ agreed on that “you think I can just bring Camron with me to the party?” nodding my head “one hundred percent you can, but don’t get drunk” I pointed at him “you on daddy duties, something Robyn wishes I was, we about to turn up” I chuckled.

Shuffling out of the seat to leave “isn’t TJ a good boss?” Deja kissed her teeth “no time off, I am joking. He let’s me travel with him all of the time” placing my arm around her “well you can always work for Fenty” Deja gasped and fell out “chile, what!?” she spat, I laughed moving away from her. I know she would love to work for Robyn “Chris, oh my god. Can I have a picture” seeing these girls and a few niggas “of course” I stopped walking “I have been seeing you for a while there, I love you so much” I laughed “you mean my wife” she stood at the side of me “no, you. I think you’re super amazing, please continue doing the vlogs” I cooed out as the friend took a picture of us “I will think about it, it’s hard. I am always busy you know but thank you, god bless” I bowed my head walking off “woah” near hitting into someone “can I have a picture too?” letting out an oh “for sure” I wasn’t ready for this, the amount of people wanting pictures like since when do people care about me “man, come on!” TJ said laughing, I shrugged confused.

My daughters and Robyn all on facetime, they have been on this thing for an hour now “I am ready now anyways, I fit the Fenty dress code for the party” making my way out of the bathroom “come to the camera then Chris” Robyn said, standing in front of the camera “oohhh baby, overalls” nodding my head, I am wearing all black overalls, with a black tee under this thing “I wish I was there” I know Robyn is jealous “you jealous” I twirled, I know she is not happy to be here for the end of year party “just don’t have too much fun” I chuckled, licking my lips walking to the phone “I miss you so much though, I can’t wait to come home. But I am going to hype you up so much baby, you have done so much for the company and I personally think you should be here, but it is what it is, I just won” She pulled a face at me “you are so fucking annoying” I laughed “you feel horny?” I asked “for what? Nigga, it ain’t you making me wet now” she is being a hater “awww Imani, Mamacita. You got your legs out, oh wow. Look at those thighs” Imani started kissing the phone “Imani, move back now” I miss my angels so much “awww daddy loves you too, I will be back soon. I mean tomorrow Robyn, promise” I want to be home anyways “so Camron, speaking of him. They are here, wait” jogging to the hotel door, dragging it open “oh shit, gang gang!” my little nigga wearing the same too “I had to match you bro” I chuckled, waving him in “come and say to Robyn and the girls” I said, dragging Camron with to the phone “is that my Camron” pulling in front of me “little nigga matching with me too!” I spat “aww you going to the ned of year party too, you need to be out of there by ten” Robyn said laughing “how adorable” I didn’t think TJ would have got the same, all three of us have got the same on.

Fenty Corp end of year party is always the one, you know it’s the one when Rorrey flies in. Throwing up the peace sign as I made my way into the club we hired for this, paparazzi are outside of course “Chris!” walking into the place “nigga!” Rorrey was waiting for me “bro” dapping him, hugging him as I did “weird that paparazzi knew about this” pulling a face, they always know shit “it’s how it is” walking off to the party, bopping my head to the music. It’s been a while “Mr Brown has arrived” I chuckled “you keep calling me that you about to be fired” I pointed “hey” hugging Mel, the employees at Fenty are pretty as fuck, there is a few that be calling me Mr Brown and I still don’t get why “imagine planning a party you can’t attend” Mel said in my ear “she did it for us” grabbing a wine glass as the waiter walked by us “I kept saying that to her and she got so angry” I know Robyn is bitter as fuck “boss” looking behind me “oh come on” I was already saying no “I don’t do photos” she side eyed me “just one then, I ain’t doing a photoshoot now” walking off with them to take pictures at the booth, downing the wine from the glass as I got to the booth “now, this is full?” I said, she grabbed me in “just stand in front of us” crouching down in front of them, this is packed as fuck “everyone shout Mr Brown in five!” I busted out laughing as the camera flashed, looking behind me at her annoying ass.

Putting up gang signs as Deja recorded me “gang” feeling an arm around me “gang in this bitch, my brother” turning around “Herbert, you came out” hugging him “I got you bro” dapping G, they both came out of course I was going to invite the boys while in New York “security stopped us, I was like I am Herb? He said who is that, then it clicked. I goes Herbert? He said yes your name is on this, you foul” he know damn well his name is Herbert “I just don’t understand why anyone would call their child such a name” feeling a pair of hands on my shoulders “the video will be shown, you need to come” letting out an oh, Tina scared me there “I will be back, need to do a little announcement shit, be back” walking off with Tina to the stage, the music started lower down “we got a little video y’all need to see, gather around now” Funkmaster Flex announced, stepping onto the stage as the video played, I am glad Tina remembered because I forgot “Hey my Fenty babies, I just want to wish you all a happy Christmas and a beautiful new year, we have so many exciting things happening and I couldn’t have done it without you all. I am sad I am not there with you on this night, I am missing it for the first time. It hurts” Robyn laughed “I am jealous because it’s always my time to have fun with you all because when we in that office we all are working hard, enjoy the gifts, the fun, get drunk and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. That is a joke, have fun and see you all next year” she blew air kisses and the video ended, the crowd cheered. Grabbing the microphone “Robyn is boring anyways” I said down the mic laughing “I am joking but honestly, we wouldn’t be who we are without you all in this room. You keep the company running while we are not here in New York, and we have the most loyal employees, we can relay on you all. So the bonus, the party is all worth it. I am sure you don’t want to hear me anymore but it’s free drinks on Rihanna’ dime, use it” I chuckled “I see y’all next year, be safe” raising my glass, placing the microphone down.

Camron was gone by ten, but also Mel was too. She must have left with them, probably wanted dick. Then G, also Herb left early because they had to go to the studio, niggas be going home early but I am left with Deja “I think I might go too; I have been drinking a lot and also Robyn wants me home tomorrow, I am tired too” I said to Deja “so you ditching me when I am here in a Rihanna party? I don’t know these niggas?” I sniggered “neither do I, the girls a very much brown nosing type. They be calling me Mr Brown and shit, but if Robyn is there they don’t they be a little too much, it’s crazy but yeah. I think it’s time. Also I stayed longer than the rest” Deja doesn’t want to stay now I am thinking of going “you know what gets me, where is your bodyguard?” Deja asked as she placed her drink down “I am a nobody, there is only one when I am with Robyn. I don’t need one” I shrugged “but that is wrong, I seen the attention you got. People know you; it takes that one person. You get harassed a lot for things, I am just wondering though” she shrugged, I don’t really see myself as that “let’s go” I am done now, I want to sleep.

I swear I had my SUV here “you want to share my uber?” Deja is ready to get inside, looking around me “no point in waiting for that shit, it’s just around the block anyways” walking to the car “around the block my ass, you know where I am staying? A damn motel, with your bougie ass” sitting in the car “jealousy” closing the door “around the block for me, The plaza please” I chuckled, I am a little tipsy. The driver started to drove off “you know what it has been so good seeing you, wait. Nigga I am not paying for your uber!?” I busted out laughing “I will pay, split it” she kissed her teeth “I don’t have your number, you owe me. Your number changed” she is right it did “when I became the silent partner I decided to change my number, new start and stuff” looking out of the car window as it’s driving “Black Pyramid is doing amazing actually, I thought things would have gone downhill, but it didn’t. And then you got Fenty, it’s just crazy but you are giving me that pr box” looking at Deja pulling a face “you not going to let it go?” she really isn’t “hell no, I love Rihanna so much and you know that” here she goes, this long list of why she loves Rihanna is starting, the driver stopped at a crossroad to turn, looking at the side of me seeing headlights coming towards us and I am not sure if it’s just me being tipsy but is that coming fast towards us.

[classprojecttransexperience]

James Barry and Trans history

James Barry was not a woman, although he’s remembered as a woman in history. The evidence that Barry was female at all is very, very sketchy, but that’s getting ahead of ourselves. Dr. James Barry was the first man to perform a C-section during the colonial period where both mother and baby survived. Dr. Barry MAY also have been assigned female at birth, although he described himself as a man for most of his adult life, and got into fist fights and duels with people who insulted his meager height.

James Barry was, by all accounts, an asshole to everyone but his patients, although he described himself as a “gentleman” even in private writings, and to people who knew he had been assigned female at birth. He was loud, brash, unafraid of reprimanding people in front of others (rumored to be the cause of his falling out with Florence Nightingale), and his habit of demanding marginalized people, such as the poor, the leprous, the disabled, and Black people, had the same high standard of care afforded to white wealthy patients earned him many enemies, including powerful ones. Barry also had a penchant for dueling, including at least once with a pistol. Throughout all of this, the only accusations he faced were a claim at one point in his schooling that he was too young to continue as he could not grow a beard, although eventually it was conceded that Barry’s age did not matter as much as his ability to defend his thesis.

Barry had a scandalous relationship with the Governor of Cape Town, Lord Charles Somerset. Somerset was called “Dr. Barry’s wife” during the ensuing drama. If Barry had truly been, as he is often assumed to be, a perisex (non intersex) biological female, one would assume Somerset might have tried to save face by exposing this fact; for some reason, he never did, despite the fact that Barry lived with Somerset for some time, was very close to him, and traveled with him often. To have been this close to another man without being found out is a bit unbelievable in an age before gender reassignment surgeries were common. It is possible that the rumors of the relationship were overblown, and/or that Somerset never saw Barry without his clothes, but again, given the amount of time they spent together it seems a stretch to believe that Barry was secretly hiding a female body without ever being found out.

Dr. Barry did, however, ask to be buried in his bedclothes without being examined when he died. This has been taken by many historians to mean that he knew he would be described as a woman after death. That is exactly what happened--here is a letter, from wikipedia, that Barry’s physician wrote upon being questioned about Barry’s sex: “Sir, I had been intimately acquainted with the doctor for good many years, both in London and the West Indies and I never had any suspicion that Dr Barry was a woman. I attended him during his last illness, (previously for bronchitis, and the affection for diarrhoea). On one occasion after Dr Barry’s death at the office of Sir Charles McGregor, there was the woman who performed the last offices for Dr Barry was waiting to speak to me. She wished to obtain some prerequisites [sic in source, but has to be a slip for perquisites, "perks"] of his employment, which the Lady who kept the lodging house in which Dr Barry died had refused to give her. Amongst other things she said that Dr Barry was a female and that I was a pretty doctor not to know this and she would not like to be attended by me. I informed her that it was none of my business whether Dr Barry was a male or a female, and that I thought that she might be neither, viz. an imperfectly developed man. She then said that she had examined the body, and was a perfect female and farther that there were marks of him having had a child when very young. I then enquired how have you formed that conclusion. The woman, pointing to the lower part of her stomach, said ‘from marks here. I am a maried [sic] woman and the mother of nine children and I ought to know.’ The woman seems to think that she had become acquainted with a great secret and wished to be paid for keeping it. I informed her that all Dr Barry’s relatives were dead, and that it was no secret of mine, and that my own impression was that Dr Barry was a Hermaphrodite. But whether Dr Barry was a male, female, or hermaphrodite I do not know, nor had I any purpose in making the discovery as I could positively swear to the identity of the body as being that of a person whom I had been acquainted with as Inspector-General of Hospitals for a period of years. Yours faithfully, D.R. McKinnon “

So to recap: Historians believe that Dr. James Barry was assigned female at birth, although records of his birth do not exist so we cannot be sure that he even WAS assigned female at birth

Despite rumors of being gay at a time that could have gotten him killed, despite his many enemies, Dr. Barry was never accused of secretly being a woman until his death

Dr. Barry identified himself as a man throughout most of his adult life, including to people who would have known that he was assigned female at birth, had that been the case

Dr. Barry asked to be buried in his bedclothes without being examined upon death Barry was short, could not grow facial hair, and displayed some insecurity about this

The woman who identified Barry as a female upon his death asked to be paid money to keep the story secret

The same woman identified Barry as having had a pregnancy, although we can be almost entirely certain that, as Barry was never missing long enough to have gotten pregnant, and pregnancy surely would have outed him as female, Dr. Barry was never pregnant and the woman who identified him as such was mistaking stretch marks or some other scarring, which can have many causes, as being definitely related to pregnancy alone

No one else, including doctors, lovers he may have had sexual relationships with, enemies, patients, ever accused Barry of being a woman, and no one else saw his body after death except for the woman who demanded payment in exchange for not exposing such a “secret”.

And yet Dr. Barry is often included as a part of woman’s history, despite the fact that the historical record alone, poorly sourced biographies notwithstanding, literally gives more evidence to the idea that Dr. Barry was a cisgender man than the idea that he ever identified himself as a woman. His middle name is even disputed--here is a long list of historical examinations into Barry and the many histories of him that are used in his wikipedia article without actually linking to historical documentation https://notesonagentleman.substack.com/ I include his story here as context for the difficulties that arise in examining transgender people in history. When you first look into Dr. Barry’s story, he seems to be the transest trans man to ever trans--but as you dig deeper, evidence that he was even assigned female at birth starts to look more like hearsay. It’s possible that Barry was intersex. But it’s also possible that Barry was a cisgender man who was insecure about his body and was maligned after his death because someone thought they could make a buck, or had never seen a man with stretch marks before, or some other explanation. The majority of historians write about him as a woman, sometimes inventing--with no evidence, the idea that he was forced to pretend to be a man for financial reasons, and was secretly a proud woman despite never once identifying as one, even in his own writings. It’s possible that Dr. Barry was transgender, or that he was intersex, or that he was a cisgender man--however, historians do Dr. Barry a disservice by describing him as a woman, because “woman” is the only identity we can definitively rule out.

[bb-tings]

One Night With The Devil

part 2

barryxreader

request: your masterlist tags said to send some barry requests, so, if you feel comfortable, what if you were rafe’s girlfriend and he couldn’t pay him the money he owed for drugs so instead they made a deal together where barry could have his way with you for a night as a way of rafe paying off his debt?

summary:  In which Barry would do anything to get the girl back. Screwing Rafe over in the process, well that’s just the icing.

warnings: possible tears, disgustingly dirty sex

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requests are open 😊

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flashback 

        Her mouth kept opening and closing. Jaw dropping to let out a sound. Any sound. Instead, it shakes and her teeth chatter against each other and it closes again. Every time she tries to open it, the nervous system inside her sends the screaming message from her heart to her head. Teeth clenched, her jaw locks. She can feel the pressure from her teeth pushing towards her cheeks. Feet planted in the ground, watching him walk away. Walk away because she "was too much of a coward." She wished he would have screamed at her. He did scream, but she just wanted him to make her stay. She wasn’t blaming him, there were just things that she wished both of them would say before it was too late. But she should have known better ; they were both stubborn. 

        But it wasn’t his job to fight, and Y/n knew that, he wasn't the one pulling away. She just couldn’t find it in her system to tell him why.The reason why she never promised him forever. The same reason why she never talked about the future.The same reason why she stood in front of him, tears running down 4 cheeks, listening to him pour his heart out and when he was done she still didn't have the courage and strength to move her mouth. She couldn't say it. Her version of love wasn't the same as his. They had two very different examples of love. Neither came from great backgrounds but the one person that was supposed to love them no matter what, unconditionally; Barry had that. He knew the meaning of love at some of its’ purest and strongest points. She only knew a faux love. A love so bruised and battered that it didn't even roll off the tongue the same. A love that was continuously thrown in her face over and over again. Used as a weapon, as torture. When love was brought up to the little girl inside of her, she used to believe that it was the only thing she had. No matter how many times it was used against her, she reminded herself that it was by the people that were there for her and "loved" her. 

        As much as she wanted to feel the same thing as Barry, she didn't know what that felt like. She refused to show him the version of love that she knew too well. She refused to hurt him like that, but she also refused to allow him to have a higher position over her. How could she say it to him? What if she said it, and he used it against her? What if she falls deeper and she's on cloud nine and he doesn't want her anymore? What would it have all been for?

 "Bar-..." 

“Don’t you fucking dare Barry me right now! After EVERYTHING I- that we,-” She watched him struggle with his own words. So many thoughts running through his mind. He felt betrayed. He had been cheated on, done the cheating. Lied, stole. But something about her refusal of saying it back. It was fucking with him. “What now? You walk out and we never talk again? What are you so fucking afraid of? Huh? It’s me isn’t it.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she swore she could hear the fall. The shattered pieces jumping around the bottom, until eventually coming to a still.

“No, Barry. I’m not scared of you! I just, I don’t know how-”

“Just go.” 

        From the corner of his eyes, Barry saw her head snap up at his definite words. He saw the hurt on them. Believe it or not, Barry was the reasonable one in the duo. Every time she was ready to give up, he was the voice of reason. He knew what she was expecting. She was expecting him to just get over it, or they talk it out, or just hug her and tell her it was ok. But Barry was tired of just giving in and sweeping shit under the rug. He was done letting shit slide. 

“Seriously, get out. Pack yo’ shit and go. You want a reason to go? Well then here. I’m done. I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to decide when you're ready. It’s bullshit, Y/n! Stop fucking pretending. When will you realize that you need someone. I’ve been on this road before. You pushing everyone that loves you away, but when you cut all those ties, that’s it. Yo’ ass is alone. Ain’t nobody there waiting for you. All you gonna have is you. And when you ain’t got nobody but yourself...that’s when you hate yo’ self the most.”

        Barry turned his back to the girl, leaning over the counter to fix a line. He had managed to go throughout the day clean, but he was gonna need a little help to get past these last few hours. 

        Y/n took this time to look at him. Taking in everything about him. His tan complexion that she loved so much. His raven hair that she convinced him to grow out, the indention on his left shoulder from her teeth, every freckle on his arms and back that she had taken time to kiss on sunday mornings. Everything she wanted to memorize about him, had a seperate moment latched on. It hurt too much to remember all those small moments. So as she packed all of her things and let the tears slowly fall from her eyes, she promised herself that she would at least try to forget him. 

But as she pulled out of the dirt road, she realized just how hard that was gonna be. 

end of flashback

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        Y/n let out a deep breath that had been building up for miles, as she put her car into park. She looked ahead of her at the trailer that had seen her through her best and worst moments. Before she could stop herself, she stepped out of the car, feeling the soft mud under her adidas. She marched up the porch and pounded the door, all while racking her brain for words to say. And it seems that it wasn’t enough time, because when Barry opened the door and she was met with his dark chocolate eyes, all sense left her system. 

“Rafe sent you a lil’ earlier than what we-”

“I Love you,” Y/n was met with such loud silence that she was almost positive that she could hear his face fall. “I love you, and if I’m being honest, I think I’ve loved you for a while. And I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that I put you through so much pain because I was too stupid to open my eyes and realize what was right in front of me. I should- I should have known that I was capable of loving you the way you loved me the day you told me that you would risk it all for me. That everything that you’ve built from the ground up, every penny you have earned, that you would lose it all if it meant you could keep me. And I know I was silent then too,” Y/n found herself taking a step closer to the boy, raising her hands to grip his shirt that was clad to his body. No matter what she was going to say or do, Barry knew he had it bad when his hands immediately found their way to hers. “But baby, I wish I would have been strong enough to tell you. Tell you that I would risk my everything and more for you. That even though I don’t have much and I haven’t ever built a business from the ground up, I would give up everything to my name if it meant I get to keep you. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it, but Barry you are the only person on this earth that seems to get me and I don’t want to ever meet another person, if it means that you’ll be mine and get me for the rest of our lives. So I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so fucking so-”

“Shut the fuck up already, damn.”

        Before Y/n could comprehend the interruption, causing the words to melt on her tongue before they could cross the threshold, she felt something else touch her lips. Soft, yet cut and edgy. His rough, large hands in comparison to her small framed face made her eyes flutter shut. She didn’t realize how much his body was supporting hers until he took a step backwards and she stumbled forward. Both parties smiled when Barry’s hands found her hips in time, mouth never leaving hers. 

         Y/n turned her body, facing Barry with her back towards his bedroom. Silently guiding them to their final destination for the night. Silently taking control. She allowed her hands to slowly move up his wrist and forearm, as he grazed her hip to reach behind her for the door handle, landing in the crease. Giving it a slight squeeze. When the door was successfully opened, Y/n started to leave small, but wet, pecks on Barry’s jaw and neck, trying to tease him. But it only resulted in Barry letting out a laugh and wrapping his large hand around her throat. By the time the back of Y/n’s legs reached the bed, the couple were already in a staring contest. Barry’s hand, tight but harmlessly, wrapped around Y/n’s throat, while her dainty hands were wrapped around his wrist. When she reached the bed and allowed him to gently push her down all the way, Barry leaned over her body to look into her eyes. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Hearing this, Y/n pushed herself up on her elbows just enough for her lips to meet his and their foreheads to touch. When she pulls away, Y/n keeps her forehead attached to Barry’s, making eye contact with him. 

“Show me how much.”

        Immediately, Barry has the girl laying down again, back flat against the mattress. The raven haired boy makes his way to the young girl’s stomach, leaving kisses on the skin that is still revealed beneath the bottom of her crop top. Barry lets his fingers slowly graze up the side of her stomach, smirking up at her when he feels her shivers. He then uses both hands to push the bottom of her shirt up until he sees her C cups plop out. The boy let out a snicker at the girl’s forwardness of not wearing a bra. But he shouldn’t have been surprised. . 

She did always like to be noticed. 

“That’s my girl.” 

        Barry leans up to give her a sweet kiss, then he takes a second to give each nipple a small suck and before he goes back down, he decides to softly bring his teeth together around them, getting a high pitched screech out of it. Barry returns to his place in between Y/n’s legs, using his hands to unbutton her black shorts. After pulling the zipper all the way down, Barry brings his hands under her, signaling for her to raise her hips, and starts pulling the shorts down her thighs. Instead of pulling them straight off and her the back of her legs returning to the bed, he brings her legs up towards the ceiling, using her shorts at the bend of her leg to keep them raised high. He takes this time to look down at his beautiful girl beneath him and sees a more closed off expression (with still a lot of want and lust) than normal. Barry chuckles at this as he gets on his knees, kissing the underneath of her thighs the entire way down. 

“Don’t get shy on my now babygirl.”

        With one last kiss to the thigh, Barry dips his pointer finger under her panties and slides it across until it comes out the other side, pulling it completely aside; out of his way. The second his eyes make contact with her already full, plump lips, he feels his mouth water and his cock throb. He sends one more look towards Y/n’s awaiting eyes, then he lets just his tongue dive in first, not wanting to finish the show before it gets started. He starts at the bottom of her opening, licking all the way up to her clit, and makes sure to spend a second longer there than anywhere else. Barry doesn’t miss the moan, resembling more like a whine, falling off of Y/n’s tongue when he first made contact. 

        He then takes a second to pull the shorts and underwear off her legs. He then reaches for her legs, placing them together and once again raising them up towards the ceiling, this time instructing Y/n to hold them. Listening to her lover, Y/n wraps her hands around the back of her legs, hands grabbing on to her wrists for extra grip. While she lays there, back against the bed, knees practically in her stomach, she watches as Barry stands and pulls his 9inch hard cock out. He looks up catching her staring and walks towards her. He sticks his hand up to her mouth and Y/n immediately obliges. Gathering all the spit in her mouth, she lets it slowly drop out onto his hand and watches as he uses that same hand to pump his dick a few times. 

“You’re always such a good girl for me baby. I gets so hard whenever you listen to daddy.”

        Upon hearing that name leave Barry’s mouth, Y/n felt herself getting wetter by the second. If Barry didn’t hurry, it was a strong possibility of her cuming from just his words. 

        While Y/n was in her head, Barry got back down on the floor, carpet digging into his knees. He then placed his right arm against the back of Y/n’s thighs, then, using his thumb and pointer finger, he spread her lips open. Leaning in, Barry licks one line up her pussy, stopping at the top, and lets a ball of spit slowly fall from his lips onto her clit. He leans back and watches as the liquid slowly makes it way down her most private area. WIth two fingers, Barry stops the spit and scoops it up. He then slowly pushes his fingers inside of her, making sure not to go too far. 

“Mhhm, Daddy please!”  Barry glanced up at the impatient girl, smiled and planted a kiss on her thigh.

“So fucking impatient. It’s ok baby, Daddy’s coming. Daddy’s coming.”

        While Barry was reassuring her, he stood up and pulled her legs down so that they were bent and her feet touched the bed. With one hand Barry pumped his hard dick, and with the other he grabbed Y/n’s hips to pull her towards him more. 

        Y/n gasped as she felt Barry touch her wet pussy. But immediately frowned and started pouting when she realized he wasn’t inside of her yet. 

“Why are you just rubbing it? Put it in!”

 Barry didn’t appreciate that. 

        Slamming his hips into hers, Barry intensely watched Y/n’s face and her whole  well-being change. She let out a loud whine. Eyes rolling far back into her skull, Y/n grasped onto Barry with her fingernails in his shoulder and the back of his neck. 

“Why are you so fucking impatient? You definitely didn’t learn that shit from me. Was it Rafe?,” Barry was whispering into Y/n’s ear while he continuously fucked her further and further into the mattress. “Huh? Did country club’s bad attitude rub off on my fucking girl?”

“No, Daddy! I’m still a good girl, Daddy, I promise!”

        Barry started to fill his dick twitch a little more every time that name left her mouth and her eyes met his. He was so close, he could taste the finish line. But Y/n beat him too it. 

“Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum! Hhmh, Daddy please don’t stop! I’m so fucking close.” Y/n grabbed the back of Barry’s neck and pulled his lips down to hers and captured him in a short heavy makeout. She then felt the area between her stomach and her very wet pussy, begin to ache with the most euphoric feeling. As Y/n feels everything in her body tighten a little, she throws her head back while trying not to squeeze her legs all the way together. 

       After screaming out multiple profanities, tightening around Barry’s cock and her body going limp, Y/n looks up at Barry, who is still pounding into her but at a much slower rate, and makes eye contact. 

“Cum, Daddy! I want you to cum inside me. So fucking deep, Daddy. Please!”

        Upon hearing those words Barry started to sloppily pound the girl, feeling his finish coming up quickly. Barry tightens his hold on Y/n’s hips as he feels his cum shoot out into a warm atmosphere. Y/n lets out a gasp as she feels warm ropes of liquid coat the inside of her walls. 

“Good job Daddy!”

       Barry laughs at this as he puts his hand underneath her and pulls her body further up the bed. He then situates her body on top of hers and lays his head on her chest, all while still inside her. 

“Damn, I fucking love you.” Barry unconsciously holds his breath as he awaits a reply.

        Dazed and half a sleep, Y/n’s face slowly stretched out into a huge smile that Barry was unaware of.

 “I love you too, Bear.” 

[bubblesam06]

TWIN FLAME

JJ Maybank x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: Light smut (barely), Fluff, swearing

A/N: This is my first Fan fiction, I’m sorry if it’s bad, I tried :/ anyway please request some ideas because I really want to start doing little blurbs of OBX... hopefully enough for a master list! THANK YOU!!! enjoy! ❤️

Description: The government created a system to better relationships. They thought soulmates were overrated so they created the Twin Flame where two people with the same personality connect with one tattoo.

*NOT MY GIF!! CREDITS TO OWNER!!*

Being John B’s sister is already hard enough, but dating JJ Maybank is like a crowd of underage high hormonal teenagers in one body. I have to say although that may seem tough he’s like my other half or as some would call it “twin flame” even if it’s not yet confirmed I can feel it.

After my dads disappearance JJ has helped me a lot, coming over at 2am just to comfort me, bringing all the snacks you could imagine, and even getting high and running through the neighborhood together. John B has taken it the hardest and believes he’s still out there but me, I have just came to my senses and accepted his death.

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“Y/N, baby let’s go!”

“J give me a minute ok, I’m trying to find my favorite shorts!” JJ always thought you didnt need to dress up for anything he say things like / “you’re already beautiful” “Baby you need to stop worrying about clothing” “you look amazing with or without makeup babe, I still don’t think you need it” \ which you love very much about him but you’re just too insecure thinking you look like an oompa loompa.

“love, come on I put them on the dresser after last night- oh hey Kie” he obviously didn’t realize she was here, “do you think I can talk to Y/N for a minute... alone”

Kie hesitated for a minute before giving in, “yeah I guess, I’ll meet you guys on the boat”

JJ watched as Kiara slowly left the room and right when she closed the door he spun his head around wrapping his arms around your waist picking you up, quickly you wrap your legs around him so you won’t fall. He presses your lips together moving in sync fitting perfectly like a puzzle peice.

“you have no idea how much I needed that” you smile cheekily up at him, his ocean eyes meeting your (Y/E/C) ones, “you know I am almost positive that you’re my twin flame” you smile at his words looking down as your cheeks flushed a light red.

“me too”

that’s all it took for JJ to push you down on the bed his lips attacking your neck, you lean your head back as a low moan escaped your lips

“J-“

he pulls your shirt over your head “J, babe... I wish we can but they’re waiting on us outside-“ your breath hitched as he sucks on a spot that made you crazy.. “never mind... continue- oh god please keep going baby”

you rip his shirt off without breaking the kiss “don’t worry love, we’ll be quick-“

“you guys good? we’ve been waiting- Oh shit guys come on!” John B says as he opens your bedroom door quick to cover his eyes

“JB what the fuck? ever knock?!” you quickly reach for your shirt putting it on, “ok you can look now”

“are you sure?” John B asks

“yes we’re fucking sure” you and JJ say in innusion, “jinx”

“let’s go... hurry up”

you follow JJ out of the room when stops grabbing John Bs shoulder, “you’re a cockblock”

you giggle at JJs remark

“I am not”

you decide you add your own remark “JB as much as I love you, JJ is right this is the sixth time”

he looks down and walks out the door while smiling, “shut up”

You and JJ both laugh at John Bs sudden words “don’t worry love we’ll finish tonight, I promise”

your cheeks turn bright red “oh I know we will” you say as you kiss his cheek

“finally what took so long” kie and pope asked annoyance written on they’re faces “well I found this two on top of each other almost naked” John Bs voice getting louder as his head turns looking at you two

JJ nudges your arm noticing you were dozed off, him not knowing you were thinking about the twin flame hoping you and JJ’s tattoos match.

“it’s not my fault my baby wanted some kithes, plus I told him you guys were waiting” you say grabbing JJ’s cheeks while making kissy faces. JJ repeats your actions, “oh yeah what happened to ‘oh please JJ keep going uhhh don’t stop’ ”

your face turns red as the other pogues fake gag, “oh but you weren’t afraid to moan-“ he places his hand over your mouth stopping you from continuing to talk.

“anyway are you guys excited to see your twin flame tattoo?” Pope asks

you nod in return, “very... but I already know my twin flame” you say as you wrap your arm around JJ he quickly grabs you and places you on his lap “yup dis’ my babygirl” he says kissing your head

“in just four hours we’ll found out how our lives will be forever” Kie says euphorically

you look down at your hands fidgeting them nervously. “Love are you nervous?” JJ whispers tone full of concern, “a little, I just really want it to be you” you whisper “me too bubba, but don’t worry everything will be ok”

He read me like a book

———————————————————————

“sarah JJ wanted me to be with him when we get our tattoo”

“yeah yeah I bet he did now hurry up!” She retorted

You always knew JJ was your splinterbean, but ever since John B and Sarah matched tattoos you got scared because they seemed like complete stranger opposites

“Sarah I swear to god did you take my $50 I was supposed to use for barry- I mean uh my new gold club!” you hear Rafes voice echo throughout the Cameron household. Rafe Cameron. he always had a crush on you even though you were a pogue he still called you cute and sexy which you hated, but JJ it was different when he called you cute and sexy you knew he meant it and you loved that about him.

“oh hey Y/N!”

you roll your eyes “hi” you say trying to walk passed him, you felt a strong hand slap across your butt causing a yelp to leave your lips

“what the fuck Rafe!” you yell bringing your hand across his face creating a loud slap

“aren’t you feisty” he retorts, “wonder what you’re like in bed” That’s it he pushed your buttons. you grab his arm twisting it clockwise then you take your foot kicking him directly in the dick.

he groans making you satisfied that is until he reaches for your leg pulling you down on the ground, he proceeds to punch your face until he saw blood or until Sarah ripped him off you.

“You’re psyco Rafe!” you scream spitting blood from your mouth “go to hell! you know what Sarah i’m gonna go, I don’t know why I came I should be with JJ right now-“

“no please I just wanted to talk to you about something” she says helplessly

“I only want JJ right now”

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after walking for what felt like hours you made it home seeing John B sitting on the porch with Kie and Pope they were taking about something. but you couldn’t see JJ.

“Y/N you’re back- woah what the hell happened?!” John B asked

“nothing”

“that don’t look nothing” Kie added

“I said it’s nothing ok!!” you yell leaving them shocked, “where’s JJ?”

“he’s uh inside” Pope said

you quickly walk inside checking the time, 11:08, shit

“Bubba? Bub where are you?”

“i’m in your room baby!” he answers you

“thank god I thought I was gonna miss the tattoo- Y/N what happened to you?!” Concern and anger flooded his tanned face

his toned body twinkled with sweat from the scorching heat of outer banks, you were mesmerized and couldn’t believe you were his, and he was yours.

“love?” he asked again

“can we just find out our tattoo please?” you ask, “everyone’s outside waiting”

“guys it’s almost 11:11pm we have your tattoos from the mail” The tattoos are etched into your skin like a real tattoo would by a machine that you place on your wrist

“ready baby?” you ask JJ, he nods

“no matter what i’ll always love you” he says before placing the machine on his arm, you doing the same

“and I’ll always love you more!” you say

“Babe what the fuck we’ve been through this I love you more-“

“enough with the fighting!” John B yells

“JB did it hurt this much for you?” you ask between gritted teeth

“it wasn’t bad” he reply’s

after five minutes you take the machine off after hearing it beep and so does JJ, you got excited knowing they were similar tattoos because of the time it took.

“ready Love?” he asks, your heart melted at his nickname for you

“always”

you look down at you wrist seeing a simple line of a wave flowing across your wrist, “it’s beautiful” you say

“on the count of three... one, two, three!”

“a wave!” you both yell in innusion

you scream and shove your lips onto his, squeezing him making sure he doesn’t go anywhere. A simple tear slipped from your eye

“get a room!” John B boos causing the others two shove him

“peace out guys imma go have fun with my twin flame!” JJ yells carrying you in the chateau

“JJ!” you shout playfully slapping his shoulder

“wear protection! and don’t be loud we’d like to sleep tonight!” John B shouts

[calypsoff]

Fifty Seven. Part 3

My ears perked up hearing a voice just behind me, I thought I was dreaming but I heard it again “Rihanna? Robbie!” Mel spat, Robyn moved under my arms slightly “huh” overhearing Robyn say, my eyes firmly closed still knowing full well what it will be about, the hint of sadness in her voice “can I come in? Is it safe?” Mel said from outside the door “erm wait” I am dying to open my eyes, but I won’t, I will pretend to be asleep still. Robyn peeled my arms away from her, feeling the covers being moved “come in” feeling Robyn’ body heat go, she is out of bed naked I am guessing “you both had a nice night I guess” I wish my mind would shut off now, but I know “yeah, we did. Let me get my robe on, what’s wrong?” Robyn asked, opening my eyes a little. Robyn is just butt ass naked in front of Mel, but they been through it together “you been crying?” Robyn asked concerned “can you stay in my bed tonight please” closing my eyes fully knowing full well why “yes, I will. I will just get a tee and some panties; we will talk in the bedroom. It better not be Barry, I will murder him, I been telling you that he’s playing around, I just had a feeling in my heart that he was. His behaviour has been off, meaning that he won’t commit to you” hearing them both walk off “I will wait for you in the bedroom” I feel so bad that she’s crying now; this is terrible “don’t cry, please don’t. It’s hurting my heart that you are” taking in a deep breath, now I am the bad guy, but I am trying to save her heart, I hate myself now. Opening my eyes sighing out, why is she crying like that “Chris, I’m going to stay with Mel tonight” looking behind me in shock, how did she know I was awake “erm ok” a little taken aback “what?” Robyn said half smiling at me “no, just woke up. You know” playing it off, Robyn walked over to me “go to sleep” she kissed my forehead “I took your tee with me, see you in the morning” taking in a deep breath, what a mess this is. The bedroom door closed, and I moved onto my back, I feel so bad about this because I didn’t want him to break it off, but he wouldn’t leave other bitches alone, he spoke about her disrespectfully and on top of that saying about Barbadian women like my wife ain’t Barbadian, she isn’t easy either. I am annoyed, I’m going to have a blunt and then sleep.

I don’t usually smoke a blunt in the bedroom because of Robyn being pregnant, I like to keep that away from her but she’s not here so I can. Staring down at my phone waiting for Barry to answer and he did, picking the phone up and placing it against my ear “so what happened?” I questioned “what you think, because with me Chris I stay out of your relationship do I not?” Is this guy being real “what relationship? That was the whole issue was it not? I wanted you to be faithful, but you think you’re in a open one, she’s crying so what did you say?” I asked “we not all in a perfect situation Chris, if she was Rihanna I would be on my knees too like you are” that was very vindictive to say “I asked you a question” overlooking what he said “that I wasn’t feeling her like that, she’s not my type. Not the type I want” he’s such a bastard “you have lost a great girl, you stupid motherfucker. Your jealousy is coming out bro, I don’t know what your fucking issue is but you’re living the way you do because of me, bitches are fucking you because they can’t fuck me! How is it I assumed TJ would be the dumb one but it’s not, it’s you until you can fucking apologise to me then we will talk, and Barry you got a fucking issue I will come there and beat you pussy, don’t forget that. Go back to selling drugs, you’re out of my business. Use my name again and I will show you” disconnecting the call, he will be back. I know Barry, he’s having a bitch fit now but he will get over it because we have had these arguments before, but this shit is fucked up, he’s really annoyed me with that.

It’s late over here but I thought I would call TJ even though I think he may be asleep; I am sure he said he had his son or whatever. Since he became a father he’s really changed, I feel like Barry is a bad influence on him “yo” he sounds so sleepy “did I wake you?” I’m saying it like I didn’t know this “yeah bro, it’s cool. I think little C is going to wake up for feeding anyways” I chuckled “so you back in VA or Houston?” I am sure VA “VA, stay at my parents when I see him” letting out an oh “you know what, Barry has pissed me off. Now I don’t know your point of view in this, but you know he’s been playing with Mel, and that’s fine. So you know I mentioned to him about making it official, but he just wants fun and have Mel there and fuck other girls, I told him no. And to end it, Mel is a sister to Robyn now she’s crying, and Robyn is there with her, it puts me in a situation because I know what he’s been doing, Barry is making out that I did bad, did I do bad? That I wanted to protect Mel because she’s a nice person” I just need to know what I did was right or wrong “I told him that he’s in a mindset where he wants to be single, but he wasn’t hearing it, he had a full orgy in Vegas. I feel like a virgin just fucking nobody, but I told him to do it. Be single, you’re protecting your family now Chris, that’s your family. I get it” I breathed out, someone that understands “well we fell out and I told him I want nothing to do with him because of how disrespectful he is towards me and my wife in a way, but he has nothing to do with the company. I don’t want to know which leads me onto the business, I’ve literally changed everything with the business which leaves you with nothing to do within it and your bitch baby mother has been harassing me which has upset my wife and I know you got a baby and I want to help you” I feel bad, the phone line went silent like really silent “I understand bro” I feel so bad “you on your path and I am on mines but I can help, I mean if I can help in any way then I will but I just need to pay for my child you know” I hate this “and I can help you but you need to help me, you niggas ain’t been doing, just if Barry calls then let me know, sorry for calling late just needed to speak to you, I am sorry” I apologised “yeah I’ll call you tomorrow” disconnecting the call.

Last night was a long night so to say anyways, Robyn has just come back into the bedroom after being with Mel all that time. She actually woke me “slept well?” Robyn asked, nodding my head as I walked over to the walk in closet “if you put them boxers on the floor that you’re going to take off then I promise you I will scream” she knows me well, pulling down my boxers “the bedroom smells of weed, I thought we both decided to not have weed in the room?” Pulling a face “erm, you said that because you can’t have any weed so yeah” balling up my boxers in my hand, Robyn held her hand out to me “thank you” placing it in her hand “that too but it smelt terrible, can you not do it again. Still smells it now” walking over to my drawer to get a new pair of boxers “ok I won’t” I will but I will just say I won’t “thank you, miss me in bed?” I laughed and I don’t know why but I did laugh, I found it to be amusing “sorry, was that funny?” closing my draw and turning to Robyn “nah, more like did you miss me? What’s wrong with Mel?” I mean I have to ask, “what makes you think anything is wrong huh?” Side eyeing Robyn “just your friend, really upset Mel. Erm, she cried a lot, she liked him. I told you that, but I guess you knew he left her” pulling my boxers up shaking my head “what do you mean? He didn’t mention anything to me” I shrugged it off going to get some sweatpants “I find it hard to believe but your friend has disrespected Mel in many ways, and you will find out soon. I’m not going to argue with you, but I think you know more then you’re letting on” Robyn knows me too well, I hate it here “I will see you downstairs” I cannot let them know that I knew anything.

Sitting down at the dining table “where is Mel? I knocked on her bedroom door” I don’t think she’s there “she needed to be somewhere, why did you go to her room anyways” Robyn is questioning everything I say “erm to ask how she was, I feel like I am to blame because he is my friend you know. Not in a way like that I knew but he is my friend so yeah” Robyn is staring at me so hard “your friend said some harsh things to her, he did this at a restaurant, made her cry and on top of that he walked off. She paid for the bill; how dare he do that. If I catch him I will fucking beat his ass on behalf of her, Mel actually liked him a lot. This is what gets me, things were fine. I am not even going to speak on the rest, but it was nasty, had my friend crying like that. I will probably sleep in the bed with her again, she needs some love. Actually, I am going to ask because it’s playing on my mind” I am really having to do the best poker face right now “did you know? He is your best friend and you both was arguing because Chris if you knew and you let her go like that, he treated her like shit Chris. It’s making me cry, look at me” furrowing my eyebrows “why are you crying? Don’t, I didn’t know. We argued because I told him about the business” I lied, Robyn knows about the business “ok, just wanted to make sure, I am hurting so much” Robyn is really crying, this is a fucking mess, and I am sat here still lying.

Mel came back and I came outside for a blunt, I thought I would give them some space and also TJ called me like he said he would, I still haven’t thought on what to do about him “it’s a mess over here, Robyn is crying that Mel is crying but he really dogged her out, he left and didn’t pay for the food either, just went” shaking my head putting my blunt out “he got balls to be doing that, imagine fucking over Rihanna’ best friend, well sister. He fumbled the bag because she is so nice” even TJ knows she is so kind “exactly so you know what I said last night, I will pay for you until you can get yourself sorted out, I won’t have you on the streets either” I can’t do that to him “about that, look man. I don’t know what I want to do in my life, I really don’t but I don’t want to do drugs because that is the easiest option. I don’t know about Barry but me, I don’t know what to do or start. I really want to stay on with you, work under you. I don’t care but please, just give me a chance” licking my top lip “I don’t have anything for you in Houston or VA TJ, the work is here in Cali and coming here isn’t cheap either. I could suppose have you working with the girls, look I will think on something for you, promise. You my brother, I got you” I have a heart, I can’t just do that to him “I spoke to Seiko, I said you’re fucking up my money and that ain’t cool and she went on a war path about how you left her, she wanted a life with you. You married Rihanna like that, I said you stay out of their business. I don’t think she will do anything” I swallowed hard seeing Robyn waving her finger at me in anger, oh she wants me to come inside “bro, I need to go. I think I am done for out here; I will update you” TJ laughed “talk later” disconnecting the call.

Walking into the living room “I can’t even do this” Mel stormed out of the living room “what did I do? Mel, come on. I am sorry he is a dickhead; I didn’t think he would be like that” my words are failing me, and she is gone “I want Barry here, I want him here Chris I am going to kill him. You know what Chris; you know something I know you do. It’s like me and Mel, I would know if she was doing something off, I know it” shaking my head “you’re assuming things, Robyn. I rather we didn’t get involved in this, this is not our argument is it really? I don’t want that for us” trying to reason with her “your fucking friend gave my friend Chlamydia, now you tell me to not be involved! He has been having sex with other women and then my friend” my face dropped “what?” I said shocked “she went to doctors; she has been feeling off. She’s only had sex with him, and you know how people get Chlamydia she is devastated Chris. That is my sister, and I can’t do anything, so Chris. You have that look on your face” placing my hands on my hips “Christopher” shaking my head “I am not getting involved, I don’t know anything” I feel awful “look, I told him that he should be faithful. I don’t know” I shrugged again, I don’t know what to say “well you’re very loyal Chris because Mel told him and he said ask Chris, he knows. I told him about the Barbadian women, I got to give it to you Chris. You are loyal. So you going to tell me what you know, or you don’t know as you were saying” the words left me, he really put me on the spot like this.

I can’t believe he said that “I was the one to tell him to leave Mel, he didn’t want a relationship he wanted her and others. He has been having sex with various women and using the fact he knows Rihanna, he said he showed a picture of us with him, and it worked. Some girls assumed I would be there but no, they fucked him because I am not there, so he says. He was having sex with women in Vegas, I asked him, and he admitted to not wanting a relationship, he said Mel was easy. Sucked him off on the first day, you know how the Barbadian women do and that is what he meant, I corrected him” I stopped talking as Robyn yelped out “I want to kill him, Chris you should have that same passion! Barbadian women!?” she screamed “you could be having a daughter and she will be Barbadian too, is that her too!? Huh? She is somebody’s daughter Chris! So you knew this but didn’t tell me for what? Seems like your friend is ready to throw you under the bus, look where you are and look where he is. You are married to me Chris, so I come first, he is disrespecting not just my friend but also me, was I easy?” frowning at her saying that “stop ok, you weren’t like that. I am sorry about Mel” Robyn is so angry with me, I think she hates me “I really don’t want to see your face Chris, I am honestly so disappointed with you. Like I am angry but just shocked that you let it slide and let is continue that now my friend has to go through this!? She is so hurt; she doesn’t want to see anyone. She feels disgusting, she isn’t even like that and you let it continue when you could have said to me, she isn’t that type of girl Chris. You’re sick and so is your friend, don’t fucking touch me either” I am going to kill Barry, he actually gave her a sexual disease too.

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Print list #1 Fluff 32 & 50 with Talia & Sherloque please?

Here is #32, Make a Wish. #50 is coming later!

I haven’t written for Sherloque in well over a year so...sorry if this is awful...

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(c. December 2018, Season 5)

               Tally curled up against the edge of the seating couch in the center of Jitters. She rather loved the cozy addition to the coffee shop, and was grateful for any time she could spend on it. Jitters was quiet right now, the lunch hour just winding down and the baristas scurrying about cleaning up and restocking. The sun poured through the windows, warming the shop, and Tally’s toes tapped unconsciously to the music pumping through her headphones. She took a sip of her pumpkin spice latte and picked up her tablet, ready to start another round of research on Cicada.

               “Bonjour, petit alouette.”

               The distinctive French voice got around her music (as it always did), and Tally’s heart beat a little faster as she looked up to see Sherloque standing before her. As usual, the tall detective wore his brown pants and button up black shirt with the green/navy waistcoat fastened securely around his chest. His grey blazer hung open on his shoulders, and his black fedora hid his brown curls. Tally gave him a little smile. “Bonjour, Sherloque. Que fais-tu?”

               “Ah. I am working.” He gestured to the tablet in his hand.

               Tally raised her tablet. “So am I. Cicada?”

               “Non. A side project. No charge.” A little twinkle glimmered in his eye. “We are all surprised, yes, by the arrival of Miss Nora?”

               Tally nodded, though her stomach still curled at the memory of the sheer hatred in Nora’s voice when she had addressed Tally last. “It’s way cool to see Barry and Iris’s kid, but we don’t really have a good track record with visitors from the future.” If only I could get her to tell me what she thinks I did…maybe I can figure out where this ‘Overdose’ came from…

               Sherloque didn’t say anything and she looked up to see him tilting his head curiously at her, silently urging her to continue. Instead, she found herself staring at him just a little more. There had been a time when a Wells tilting his head would have triggered memories of Ren, harsh enough that she would have to look away. Now…all she could think of was how attractive it made Sherloque look, that detective brain latching on to a curiosity she had unknowingly laid out in front of him.

               “We don’t get a lot of visitors from the future,” she elaborated, “but the ones we have gotten generally don’t bring good news. Thawne, of course. We had a magician last year, Abra Kadabra…full of nothing but arrogance and dislike. He was from the 64th century. And Nora…”

               “Has brought Cicada.” Sherloque sat down on the couch beside her, gently setting down his teacup and saucer on the coffee table in front of them. “And something else too…something personal, dare I ask?”

               Tally shifted position, turning towards him. “She was nice enough at Joe’s place but when we were alone…she called me a name I’ve never heard before, and told me that…that in the future I was responsible for…killing a whole lot of people.” Her eyes slid away as she spoke, anxiety and guilt for something she hadn’t even done still weighing on her shoulders. She absently set down her latte.

               Alarm and concern warred on Sherloque’s face as he leaned towards her. “You believe her?”

               “She’s from the future.”

               “Ah, but is the future set? Or is the timeline…malleable?”

               They had spent much of the previous year working on answering that very question and honestly, Tally still didn’t know what they had found out. Iris had been stabbed but it hadn’t been Iris, and H.R. had pointed a gun at Savitar from the roof, but it hadn’t been H.R.. The scene had played out the way Barry had seen, but the wrong people had died. Was the future set?

               She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

               “This is not something to worry about. You are not a killer. You do not think about killing these people. The idea, it makes you sick. You cannot even smell your coffee.” He gestured to her latte on the coffee table before focusing his eyes on hers again. “What Nora knows, what Nora sees, it is in her time, not this one. You are not a killer, petit alouette.”

               Tally couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, nor could she stop the blush crawling into her cheeks. She knew he would see it, and she dearly hoped he would not comment on it. To try and hide her reddening cheeks, she murmured: “Thanks, Sherloque,” and quickly reached for her drink. In her haste, her hand knocked over the salt shaker on the table, spilling salt. “Oh, crap!”

               “What? It is a spill, we get the napkin here…” Sherloque reached for the napkin dispenser but Tally was already grabbing a pinch of the salt and throwing it over her left shoulder. Sherloque stared at her, clearly surprised and confused, before continuing. “What is this, you throw?” He imitated her tossing the salt over her shoulder.

               “It’s bad luck,” Tally said. “It’s just…” She felt suddenly embarrassed, blushing for a whole other reason now. “You spill salt, it’s bad luck. You cancel it out by throwing some over your left shoulder.”

               “Ah, it is bad luck on this Earth! Well. Let me tell you a secret. On my Earth, it is time to make a wish.”

               Tally blinked. “What?”

               “Make a wish,” Sherloque smiled. He took a pinch of the salt and tossed it out into the room, briefly shutting his eyes before looking back to her. “Your turn.”

               “Like when you lose an eyelash,” Tally said. “You make a wish and blow it away.”

               Sherloque gestured. Tally leaned forward and picked up a pinch of salt, then shut her eyes, her mind spinning through a dozen thoughts before landing on one simple desire. She tossed the salt into the room as well.

               “Now we clean up the salt, but we do not throw it away. It goes outside to help carry our wishes.” Sherloque swept the salt into a pile, moved it into his hand, and then shook some of it into hers. “I will go first so no one takes our seat. That would be bad luck, yes?”

               “This is such a ritual!” Tally laughed.

               “Spilling salt is no simple matter.”

               They took turns dumping the salt out of her hands, earning curious looks from the baristas as they left and reentered the store, and by the time they sat back down Tally had forgotten all about Nora. She leaned against the back of the couch, propping her head up in her hand, and smiled at the detective sipping his tea beside her. When he had finished lingering over the flavor, he settled in the seat and looked at her, his blue eyes vibrant in his tan face and his thin lips stretched in an inviting smile. Her heart rate picked up again as she thought about her wish, and she swallowed.

               “What was your wish, petit alouette?” he asked.

               Was he reading her mind? Was that how he was such a good detective? Tally blinked. “What?”

               “Your wish.”

               “You don’t tell people your wish! That stops it from coming true!”

               He raised an eyebrow. “And how can a wish come true with only one person believing in it?”

               He had a point, but Tally still wasn’t sure how to tell him without setting the room on fire from humiliation. “What was yours, then? You wished first.”

               “You spilled the salt. It is your wish that is important.”

               “Oh, stop trying to trick me.” Tally tried to sound annoyed but the grin on his face was infectious and she could not resist the urge to giggle at the silliness of the whole moment. Had he set all of this up to distract her from Nora, Overdose, and Cicada? Or was this just a quirky setup of life in all its randomosity? “You first.”

               “Very well. I wished…” he trailed off dramatically before winking, “…to see you smile.”

               Oh. Well. Tally ducked her head. “That wasn’t your wish. You’re just being a flirt.”

               “You don’t know if it was my wish or not.”

               “Isn’t it bad luck to lie about a wish?”

               “You hurt me!” He lay a hand on his heart, looking mock-stung, and Tally laughed again.

               “You’re just trying to manipulate me into telling you my wish.”

               “And it is working. You are going to tell me.”

               Tally raised an eyebrow. “Where are you getting that idea?”

               Sherloque looked her over, his eyes dancing and that damning little smile on his lips. Then, to her surprise, he leaned over to her, closing the distance between them considerably. His eyes flicked to her lips as she parted them unconsciously and she swallowed quickly, suddenly aware that she had no desire to move even though everything inside of her thought t would be a very good idea to do so.

               “You want to,” he said, his voice a low, inviting purr, sending shivers through her body and pleasant sensations through her abdomen. No matter what Earth he was from or what name he had, Harrison Wells had a voice that weakened her defenses. Ren had had it too, and she could remember him using it on her to great effect.

               But the face in front of her was…for once…not Ren’s. It belonged to Sherloque Wells. She could look at his face…and not see her dead fiancé.

               “You are curious,” he continued, captivating her. “We are from two different worlds and this is a superstition from mine. You want to because you wonder if it is real even though it is not from your Earth. Come on, petit alouette. Tell me what it is you wished.”

               “For a chance,” Tally breathed. No hesitation, his blue eyes held hers and his voice coaxed the words out of her throat.

               “A chance for what?” he asked, his voice no less enticing but now just as soft.

               “Just a chance.” He could not seduce out of her what was not there. Give me a chance, she had thought, and even as she had blown the salt away she realized she hadn’t quite known what she was asking for. It had been a simple desire, a chance. An option. Give me the option.

               But this close to him, with the warmth of the room and the thick smell of the coffee and the thumping beat of music in the background, she had a feeling she knew exactly what she was asking for. The question was, was he good enough to figure it out?

               The silence between them worked as a magnet, drawing them closer and closer...

               A violent vibration tore through the air as Tally’s cell phone skittered across the coffee table. The two of them jumped, looking down at it, and Tally grabbed it on reflex, hitting the ‘accept’ button. “Y-Yeah? What?”

               “Ah…you okay, gurl?”

               Cisco. Tally exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Yeah, yeah. You started me. I was…reading.”

               A slight pause, then: “Uh-huh. Well. Is Sherlock with you?”

               “Loque!” Sherloque said loudly. Tally did a double take. How did he hear that? Her phone wasn’t on speaker!

               “Ask me if I care!” Cisco shouted back over the phone.

               “Cisco,” Tally complained.

               “Sorry. So. He’s there with you and we need the two of you back at S.T.A.R. Labs. Can you get here fast please?’

               Tally nodded before remembering she wasn’t on video chat. “Yes. We’ll be right there.”

Translations:

Bonjour: hello, good day

Petit alouette: little lark

Que fais-tu?: What are you doing?

Non: No