#like there are multiple bike racks here

[justsomeguycore]

all the dogs in this alley want my starbucks bacon sausage egg wrap

[izgnanik-a]

CoD ABC's

NSFW 18+ x Reader Edition - Minors DNI!

Masterlist here

Q - Queening (Face-sitting) (John Price x Reader)

Tags: Multiple orgasms, p-in-v mentioned, praise kink, oral fixation

Not beta-read, we die like men 🤷🏽

Prompt: All you had done was wear a low-cut comfy shirt, and your bike shorts because the weather was warming - and you had a handful of Jonathan Price at your feet. He must’ve liked the look more than you thought.

The tight grip that John had on your thighs almost stifled the nerves wound tight in your belly, your pelvis rutting, your dripping cunt lathered over his parted lips.

You could crush this man to death, and he’d lie in complete bliss in his last, dying moments.

When you woke up that morning to warm Spring weather, you took the opportunity to dress nice. You’d been tucked into layers upon layers of clothing, so bringing out your bike shorts and oversized stressed tee’s (courtesy of John’s closet), you didn’t think anything of it.

When he’d come back from his morning run, sweater zipped up, in those compromising sweatpants — he’d nearly forgotten about exhaustion and snatched you up from your place by the counter, making your breakfast.

Now, you were on your knees in the middle of your living room, plush rug beneath your skin, pant-less, and riding your husband-to-be’s face to high Heavens because he demanded it.

His animalistic grunts underneath signaled he was still alive, gasping between thrusts of your pussy in his face, his tongue diving in and out of your wet canal. His hands pressed whitening handprints into your thighs, bruising with just his touch, and he moved to more promising spots.

His hands sculpted up your waist, clasping your ribs, and pressing his thumbs into the bottom of your tits. He surrendered his mouth, left open, and focused solely on running his fingers over your budding nipples.

You tossed your head back, clasping his forearms, and your hips staggered — orgasm breaching. When you stopped moving, gasps racking your body, John’s tongue pursued your quivering cunt.

He grunted, hungrily still, feeling the muscles of your pussy fluttering.

You threw your hand down, grabbing a fist full of his hair to keep him trapped against the floor as you hoisted up to remove him.

His hands aggressively sat you back on his mouth. His mouth uttering against your pussy, “I’m not done with you yet, dove. Not until I’ve had my fill and fucked this perfect pussy on every surface of this room.”

You moaned, thighs quivering as he took more sampling tastes. “John—“ you begged, “Just— give me a second.” You gazed at him between your legs, his lips showing mercy.

His hands drew a path down your sides as he kissed your thighs, biting gently, “You look so good like this, fucked out from just my mouth,” he bit down particularly close to your pussy, the closeness bringing sensitivity to your pelvis. He chuckled at your response. “You look amazing, dove.” His hands suddenly gripped your hips with a ferocity, keeping you from escaping. “Times up.”

Before you could brace for impact, he was devouring your pussy as if he could eat another full course from you. And you divulged in feeding the man until he was fat and content with you.

4/10/23

[catchyhuh]

O wise angry Lupin circle on my monitor, grace us with your answer: Who is your favorite?

i used to joke that regardless of if i wanted it to be obvious it was obvious until one of my friends sincerely thought i hated him for like three months because of how i talked about him. so maybe it really isn’t that obvious!! on a completely unrelated note here’s a list of zenigata fun facts off the top of my head!

as far as i know he’s the only one with an exact age. you do the math of when byebye lady liberty came out and the birthdate on his id, you get 51. damn.

canonical shoujo fan (read rose of versailles) but also has seen dirty harry 40 times so. varied tastes. he’s a complicated person.

local police departments fucking hate him not because of his weirdo methods or just how eccentric he is in general (tbh its more funny to them than anything, and he DOES end up putting other, worse criminals in jail during the process of the lupin escapades) but because he racks up HUGE fucking debts like everywhere he goes and like maybe 10% of it is actually related to lupin. he picks out nice hotels and restaurants and shit (or he did before they finally started cracking down on that shit). but i say we let him. waste that cop budget and live that high life my man!!

has survived multiple building-leveling explosions, has survived falling dozens of feet with nothing but a looney tunes sound effect indicating there was any impact at all, being shot in the heart twice, one time being legally pronounced DEAD but going “jk did you say lupin” and shooting out of bed, he got hit with enough tranquilizer to keep an elephant down for 3 hours i think (he woke up in 10 minutes) and he’s also bitten through steel bars with his teeth. no i don’t mean the handcuffs, although he does do that a lot too, i mean actual like jail cell bars. he’s a medical miracle

honestly i think if he just committed to only using bikes and motorcycles he’d be able to keep up in car chases more effectively because not only has he just outright tackled someone with a motorbike before but he’s fast as fucking hell on those things!! 

sorry made it this far without mentioning lupin but he’s also had lupin’s phone number a few times. he texts him. i mean lupin texts zenigata. probably noWell maybe the other way around but he knows better than to even try to trace the number at this point. he also used to hate cell phones but got over it and now has a live wallpaper. don’t tell him those things drain your battery he’d be so disappointed

uh apparently he worked construction at one point in his life. kinda terrifying to imagine a pre-thief-busting era zeni

has had THREE different first names because they couldn’t be fucked to keep track. koichi apparently came from a misspelling of his SECOND name (which i can’t be bothered to look up again i’m lazy i told you this was all off the top of my head) and they just went “no i kinda dig that. keep that one” and so that’s what they’ve used since. i cannot stress enough how unserious this series is

here's a small collection of images of him eating shit!

[wrongpublishing]

Increase Your Literary Body Count in 2024

by Mathew Gostelow.

"In my slut era," I whispered, sending the story out on its ninth simultaneous submission.

At the most recent count, I wrote 60-odd things in 2024 and submitted them a total of 202 times in all. 42 of them were published in some form. Along the way, I racked up 90 rejections. All in all, I published somewhere around 44,000 words in 2023.

I was whoring my stories all over, like some sort of village bike made of ink and shamelessness. I spent a year subbing sluttily. I had a blast doing it too. I got a fair few publications under my belt, made new friends, and learned some lessons as well. Here’s just a few of them…  

Change horses midstream

I’ve discovered I work best when I’m juggling multiple projects at once. It sounds counter-intuitive and I guess it might not work for everyone, but I reckon everyone should try it.

The idea is to have several stories on the go at one time. Three feels ideal. I find that I will inevitably run out of steam on a piece – my interest or focus always flags at some point. Switching to something new acts as a vital palate-cleanser. I’m able to return to each project afresh, bringing new energy and perspective thanks to the time I spent away.

Follow the fun 

Don't be afraid to mix it up. Move out of your comfort zone.

If your latest flash isn’t quite working, why not rewrite it as a poem? Or mash it together with another half-finished piece and see what happens. In a longer piece, it’s okay to jump straight to the scene that's exciting you in that moment. Fill in the gaps and the preamble later.

Try things out. Write flash, write microfiction, write a poem. Seen a shiny prompt? Go for it. Plunge into a genre that you'd normally avoid. You might have fun, you might learn something. You might even end up with a story worth submitting.

Lean into your weird

I'm not saying you're weird, but… you’re totally weird. The way you tell stories is uniquely yours. You understand the world through the filter of your own personal experiences. And you express those observations in wonderfully idiosyncratic ways. 

One thing this prolific year taught me is that I love my writing more when I delve into those quirky parts of me. It could be sharing an oddly-specific fear in a horror story, or playing with words in a way that feels pleasing and musical to me.

Putting those unusual parts of yourself out into the world can be scary, but it's also fun. And I've found that readers and editors seem to respond to it as well.

Sim-subbing is addictive - but tread carefully

Simultaneous submissions are great. Is that one mag taking a bit long to decide on whether they want you piece? Send it somewhere else. Feel those sweet endorphins coursing through your veins. Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.

Here’s what I learned from a year of very heavy simultaneous submissions: Send a piece out to as many places as you like – but only if you're equally happy with ever possible outcome. That’s the important bit.

If you have your heart set on a specific home for a story then for gawd’s sakes don't sub it anywhere else until they have decided. Otherwise you risk tying yourself in knots if/when one of the lesser mags accepts it before your dream publisher has decided.

Play fast and loose!

Themed calls are great. They can be inspiring, sparking fresh ideas in our minds. Or help us to see our existing stories in a new light. But here’s what I learned this year: don’t be afraid to come at the theme from an obtuse angle.

Editors must get tired of reading 50 different permutations of the same story. Your off-kilter take could be just the breath of fresh air they're looking for.

And if you have a story already written when a call comes along and it feels like it's close-ish to what they're looking for, then you should throw it in the mix. What have you got to lose?

A true story from this year:

I had a story accepted after misunderstanding what a themed call was all about. I didn’t read the instructions carefully enough and subbed the wrong thing. I realised immediately after pulling the trigger and considered withdrawing my piece. For some reason, though, I didn't. (Slut era!) The editors saw something in my story and accepted the piece.

Moral: Don’t slavishly follow the theme. Go crazy.

Dilute the sting

Rejections can hurt, especially if you have your sights set on a specific magazine or anthology. But you know what helps? Rebound sex. Er… I mean, rebound submissions. Get that same piece back out there. Heck, send it to two places. Go crazy. You get closure by moving on. Also, the more you submit, the more rejection notches you get on your bedpost. And you know what, after a while you’ll find it starts to sting a lot less. 

So there you go. Lessons from a promiscuous wordmonger. Why not try to up your literary body count in 2024? You might like it. Repeat after me: “Slut era”.

Mathew Gostelow (he/him) is the author of two collections; See My Breath Dance Ghostly, a book of speculative short stories (Alien Buddha Press) and Connections, a flash fiction chapbook (Naked Cat Publishing). He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best Microfiction. @MatGost

[nitewrighter]

Scoops! (Part 2)

CW for some Clark mistreatment. As I was writing this I was like "Noooo! Stop hurting himmmm!" and then I kept hurting him. So, you've been warned.

Part 1

Read it on AO3 here!

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“Any idea why the drone would take off like that?” said Lois, racing after Jimmy through the streets of Metropolis. They had hopped a tram to the edge of the New Troy, but had to leap off before the tram turned away from the Industrial district. It was December in the city—one of those dry, bright days that looks inviting but as soon as you step outside you realize it’s so cold your face hurts. Lois was frustrated at the weight of her own jacket and layer of thermals beneath her jeans slowing her down, and she wondered, briefly, if Clark was warm enough in his Superman outfit.

“Scoops,” said Jimmy.

“Scoops,” Lois corrected herself.

“It may have something to do with Scoops’s coding,” said Jimmy, vaulting over a bike rack to avoid a crowd of hedge fund bros crowding the sidewalk, the metal so cold it stung his skin on contact, “The AmerTek drone frame actually had multiple sensor capabilities—y’know, infrared, thermography, electromagnetic sensors—and I figured ‘that’s useful’ and I wrote in a few lines of code where Scoops would be naturally programmed to pursue things giving off unusual energy signatures.”

“You sure you didn’t… I don’t know… put a zero or a forward slash in the wrong place?”

“Never,” said Jimmy with deadly seriousness, “Not with Scoops.”

“This really means a lot to you, huh?”

“Lois, it’s a flying camera drone. Superman flies. We can get shots of Superman, in flight, without worrying about falling to our deaths. Plus, Scoops is a scout! We can send it into areas that are too dangerous for us to wander into! Do you know how much of a game changer that is?”

“I’m sure I would have, if it hadn’t crashed out the window mid-demo,” said Lois.

“Scoops was supposed to just keep a bead on you by recognizing you from all the data I have about you on my phone. But if there’s another Lois Lane, with an unusual energy signature…” Jimmy paused, “Or maybe multiple Lois Lanes clustered in one area—”

“Oh, no no no—I am not doing this again,” said Lois, dodging out of the way of a skateboarder, “I hate the League of Me’s! They’re jerks! I thought we ditched them!”

“Only because Jalana helped us,” said Jimmy, with a bit of smugness, “Good to know you two wouldn’t survive without me in every universe.”

“Jimmy, you wouldn’t have survived without you in that universe, either. But if they found our universe again…” Lois started sprinting even harder, “Oh no—Clark—!” She was overtaking Jimmy at this point.

“Hey—hey! I’m the one with the GPS and live feed!” said Jimmy. He suddenly skidded to a halt and started tapping at his phone, “Lois—wait! Live feed!”

Lois slid to a stop as well and trotted back to him. They both dipped into an alley for a bit more privacy, and Lois leaned over Jimmy’s shoulder as he opened Scoops’s live feed. The camera blipped on to showing Clark clearly struggling to push himself up from the ground as a black-clad, white-haired figure patiently paced toward him, holding a massive gun.

“You think I’m with the League?”

All color drained from Lois’s face as she heard her own voice.

“Don’t worry. I’m not hitting you with anything you can’t take.”

“But—”

The red of the gun’s beam seemed to stain the whole phone screen. Lois clasped both hands over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut at the sound of Clark’s screams, Jimmy’s own eyes were wide with horror.

“Clark—” the name was muffled through Lois’s hands.

On his phone screen, the white-haired figure turned around, with Clark crumpled on the ground behind her, red smoke rising off of him. Lois’s face contorted with tearful outrage at the sight of her own face staring steadily at her through Scoops, through Jimmy’s phone.

“She—she can’t see us, can she?” Lois’s voice was taut as she watched her white-haired self approach the camera.

“N-no,” said Jimmy. Lois gave him a nervous glance and Jimmy said, “Well, she shouldn’t be able to.”

“I know you’re me, and I know you’re watching,” the white-haired Lois spoke into the camera, “So here’s the deal: stay out of my way and your Clark will be returned to you, unharmed.” She glanced over her shoulder at Clark, unconscious. “Well… no more harmed than he is already, I mean. I can’t give you an exact timeframe, I can only give you my word as… me. Well… you. Us.”

“God, she’s definitely you,” Jimmy murmured.

“Jimmy—” Lois said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t believe anything the League tells you. I don’t mean any harm to your universe. But I will be taking your drone.”

“WHAT?!” Jimmy blurted out.

“And, obviously, I’ll be borrowing your Clark for a while, but again, he will be returned to you, so long as you… and your…” the white-haired Lois blinked a few times and suddenly looked very tired, “Your Jimmy—” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head as if snapping herself out of a haze, “So long as you and your Jimmy don’t do anything stupid. There is no negotiating. Stay out of my way. End transmission.”

There were several awkward seconds where Lois and Jimmy and the white-haired Lois were staring at each other before the white-haired Lois sighed and said, “Scoops…? End transmission” and the feed blipped to black.

“…you have to say ‘Scoops’ before issuing a command,” Jimmy whispered to Lois.

“I gathered,” said Lois, but then she blinked, “Wait, how could she command Scoops? Why wouldn’t you just make it so Scoops would only respond to you?”

“I programmed Scoops to respond to you, me, or Clark,” said Jimmy, “Scoops was supposed to be for all three of us.” His voice dropped a bit, “Well, just you and me so far, actually. I didn’t want to program anything for Clark until we could figure out some Clark vs. Superman privacy guidelines…”

“Oh, Jimmy—” Lois started before the name ‘Clark’ yanked her mind back to its previous panic, “Oh god—Clark!”

“Okay, we need to think about this,” said Jimmy, trying to compose himself.

“What’s there to think about? She’s kidnapping Clark! She shot him with a laser! Or energy beam! Something that looked like it really hurt!” 

“Okay, but she also said ‘Don’t trust the League,’ and they’ve nearly killed Clark before, too. This Lois said she would give our Clark back, that she was borrowing him.”

Lois blinked a few times, her brow crinkled, trying to steer her mind from the blaze of ‘I have to save Clark’ to ‘What is actually happening.’ She squeezed her eyes shut. “The League also believes Clark’s too dangerous in every reality,” she felt like she was forcing the words out of herself, “They wouldn’t use him like this. She needs him for something.” Her eyes flicked open and her breath steadied with determination.

“If we’re going to save him, we need to find out what,” Jimmy said in agreement.

“Right,” Lois said, half to herself and half to him, “Right.”

They started moving again.

“So she didn’t cut the GPS signal, did she?”

“Not yet,” Jimmy brought up his phone, “Still down at the docks. I’ll try to override to get the live feed back online.”

They hurried on, Lois wondering how long she could ride this ‘Boyfriend in peril’ wave of adrenaline and regretting the fact that she had spent the better part of an hour already wearing herself out trying to teach Clark how to properly stand and evade in a fight. How could that other Lois get the drop on him? Had Clark learned nothing? No, that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t even willing to flip Lois on a mat when she was trying to teach him sparring. He managed to pull a damn ‘I’m Superman and I’m going to invulnerable my way through a sparring session even though I agreed to the sparring session because we agreed depending so much on invulnerability wasn’t sustainable’ on her and like an idiot she hadn’t pushed him further, she hadn’t reminded him of the stakes. But then there was the more obvious aspect of it: It was her. Well, it wasn’t her, but it was a Lois, and of course Clark’s first priority would always be ‘Don’t hurt her’ rather than ‘Don’t let her hurt me,’ so if she had technology similar to that Red Omega field back at Cadmus, or kryptonite, or her dad’s weird rectangular hand cannon, there wouldn’t be a lot Clark’s invulnerability could do about that. But if that bleached-hair rockabilly ‘ooh look at me, I’m wearing a low-cut dress in winter’ asshole version of herself thought she could shoot her Clark with a laser, and then talk about borrowing him, like he was a stand mixer or something, oh, she had another thing coming.

Jimmy had abruptly stopped moving, his eyes fixed on his phone. He rubbed a hand over his mouth in distress.

“Jimmy?” Lois stopped walking.

“I—I can’t access Scoops’s live feed. I’m getting the screen I would get if Scoops was under maintenance—What’s she doing to Scoops?”

Lois huffed a breath. “Jimmy, I know you worked really hard on Scoops and it means a lot to you, but Clark—”

“No, I know—I know,” Jimmy blinked and shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it, “Let’s just keep moving.”

The shriek of gulls at the Metropolis waterfront was more muted in winter, but all the same Lois wasn’t sure what exactly they would do once they found the white-haired Lois and, hopefully, Clark. She and Jimmy had saved Clark a couple of times before, but they usually had Clark as a pretty big distraction, and even then that ‘distraction’ usually involved Clark getting the crap kicked out of him—god, they really were way too dependent on that invulnerability. Clark had been her father’s hostage before, but had managed to escape thanks to the fact that his enemies all wanted to kill him so bad they ended up tripping each other up, which also wasn’t very encouraging.

“Lois,” Jimmy’s voice snapped her out of her puzzling, “Look.”

Lois followed where he was pointing. Two people were bickering softly at the main gates leading into the Metropolis shipyard.

They watched the two figures, one, a lean Korean man in a purple blazer, black turtleneck, and white pants, the other, a tall black girl in an olive drab cargo jacket and cuffed jeans. They were both wearing sunglasses, both hunched over a device on the Korean man’s wrist.

Lois’s eyes narrowed.

“Lewis and Jalana,” she muttered.

“Maybe we could follow them,” Jimmy mused under his breath, “If the you that kidnapped Clark has beef with them, then it’s likely—”

“HEY!” Lois hollered.

“Oh my god,” Jimmy said very quietly, pressing his fingertips to his forehead.

“YOU GUYS GOT A WARRANT?” Lois threw her arms up.

Lewis and Jalana looked at each other, then briskly approached them.

“Lois, what’s the plan—what was the plan here—!?” Jimmy said as Jalana seized his arm and both he and Lois were basically dragged into another alley. As far as Lois was concerned, this was, indeed, a plan: the foolproof Lois Lane plan of ‘Start some shit and see what you learn in the chaos.’ But also she would be lying if she said she wasn’t genuinely angry at them for having that Kryptonite crystal that nearly killed Clark.

“Are you crazy!?” Lewis hissed, “Do you have any idea how badly you can compromise your world and the League by drawing attention to us like that?!”

“What I want to know is what gives you guys the authority to tromp around our universe like you own the place!” said Lois. “We’re an Interdimensional Peacekeeping—” Lewis started.

“Yeah! And you don’t have the consent or authorization from any government entity in this universe to keep the peace!” Lois snapped.

“Oh, and I’m sure your governments consented to having a feral Clark flying around?!”

“He’s not feral!”

Both Jimmy and Jalana exchanged a tired glance of, ‘This is not conducive to either of our goals’ as Lewis and Lois argued.

“Your universe isn’t prepared in any capacity for even the knowledge of—!” Lewis started but Jalana held up a hand.

“Lewis, let me handle this,” said Jalana.

“She’s not League material, their Clark is still on the loose, and they’re all still persons of interest in the Mxyzptlk case,” said Lewis, with a glare at Lois.

“Their universe was derailed by the League’s failure to contain Mxy,” said Jalana, “And we’re in their universe doing damage control, again. Antagonizing them isn’t going to help.”

“I’m antagonizing?!” said Lewis, “She was the one who—”

“Lewis, just keep scanning for inter-dimensional anomalies. I’ll handle the locals,” said Jalana. Lewis rolled his eyes and stalked off, bringing up some kind of holographic interface from his gauntlet as he gave them space.

“…the League isn’t that mad at us still, is it?” said Jimmy.

“You should count yourselves lucky that you’re not seen as competent enough to be a threat to the multiverse,” said Jalana, putting a hand on one hip.

“Wow,” said Lois, folding her arms.

“But we’re not a priority right now, is what you’re saying,” said Jimmy.

“No. Right now, we’re after a rogue Lois,” Jalana explained.

Jimmy and Lois exchanged nervous glances.

“…you already know about her,” said Jalana, lowering her voice.

“Well—” Jimmy started.

“Before we tell you anything, we want your word that you guys won’t harm our Clark again,” said Lois.

“I’m not in a position to promise anything like that,” said Jalana, before her eyes flicked between them. “And… where is your Clark?”

Lois and Jimmy said nothing.

“Okay, you know, the first time your Clark gets involved with an inter-dimensional criminal, I can chalk that up to the fact that he didn’t have context on anything. The second time—”

“He’s been Clarknapped—I mean, kidnapped,” said Lois.

“We think she needs him for something,” said Jimmy.

“A Kryptonian… kidnapped,” Jalana said slowly. She folded her arms in thought. “Well, given the armory she built up in her own universe, it makes sense that she would have the means to do something like that.”

“Jalana, what are we dealing with, here?” asked Jimmy.

“She operates under the title, ‘The Spider Lady,’” said Jalana.

“The Spider Lady?” repeated Lois.

“Olsen, I know you’re not telling the persons of interest classified League information about the Spider Lady,” Lewis called from the other side of the alley.

“It’s not going to be classified very long if we can’t figure out what the Spider Lady’s trying to do in this dimension, Lewis,” said Jalana with an eye roll before turning back to Lois and Jimmy.

“So she’s actually called ‘The Spider Lady,” said Lois.

“Previously, she was an important informant for the League of Lois Lanes because her universe was basically used as a dumping ground for weaponry, people, and creatures deemed too dangerous for other realities,” Jalana went on.

“By who?” Said Jimmy.

“That’s classified,” said Lewis from the other side of the alley.

“She was an inter-dimensional arms dealer herself,” said Jalana, “But we apprehended her and she agreed to cooperate with the League of Lois Lanes in exchange for relative freedom. We had also determined that the Spider Lady was important to the stability of her own highly chaotic universe… but we don’t know what prompted her coming here.”

“The Spider Lady,” Lois said again.

“So wait, you’re saying there’s like, an inter-dimensional Black Market?” said Jimmy.

“I have a Pulitzer in like, 50 different realities, and you’re telling me, the best Villain-Me can come up with is ‘The Spider Lady!?’” Lois exclaimed.

“Yes, and yes,” said Lewis.

“I mean it kind of works in a pulpy way,” Jimmy mused.

“I’m not a ‘Spider Lady!’ I’d be something cool! Like—like ‘The Eradicator’, or something.”

“Mm—You’re not an Eradicator,” said Jimmy, flatly.

“Jimmy, work with me here.”

“Look,” said Jalana, “We could spend all day complaining about alternate-universe versions of ourselves—”

“Ow,” said Jimmy.

“Or we could track down this Lois before she does irreparable damage to your universe,” Jalana finished.

Jimmy awkwardly cleared his throat.

Jalana scrutinized him for a few seconds. “…you already know where she is.”

“Well, we know where Scoops is,” said Jimmy.

“Tell us,” said Lewis flatly.

“Oh no,” said Lois, “We’re not letting you guys get anywhere near Clark without us.”

“This is bigger than your stupid Clark!” said Lewis.

“He’s not stupid!” said Lois. “Fine!” Jalana barked over both of them, “You can come with us.”

“Olsen—” Lewis said in warning.

“They obviously have a strong rapport with their Clark,” said Jalana, “Assuming they’re reasonable,” she gave a pointed glance to Lois, “That makes them able to make the Kryptonian a less unpredictable factor in this.”

“This is going in in my report to Leader Lois,” said Lewis.

“Have to finish the mission before you write the report,” said Jalana, already walking out of the alley and towards the shipping yard, “Let’s move.”

——

Clark’s eyes bleared open. His head was pounding and his body ached all over, and there was a particular heaviness at his neck—he shifted where he was on the ground slightly. The ground below him was steel—the shipping container? He shifted his shoulders felt metal on his skin, and a chill ran through him. Instinctively, both hands went to his throat and clasped at the metal there, but it didn’t feel the same. He was so used to the anxiety of metal buckling beneath his grip if he wasn’t paying attention, but the fact that this metal didn’t yield to his straining fingers ignited an even more urgent fear. He glanced at his wrists, and saw they were cuffed. Instinctively, he narrowed his eyes at the cuffs, expecting heat vision to easily split the steel cables between them, but… nothing happened.

“Inhibitor collar. Earth 16,” The white-haired Lois was still working on Scoops. She had managed to pry the chassis open and was now poking at the interior. “I hope you understand, it’s nothing personal.”

“Wait—That’s not…”

“Y’know, the light show was new. I’ve seen my share of you’s, but I think I’ve only seen you glow blue…mm… twice? And that was only in archival footage. And it wasn’t like what you were doing. It’s interesting. Pretty, even. So are you wearing the ’S’ under your clothes at all times, or do the alien clothes… teleport on? Or…?”

“I—I don’t know?” Clark pushed up to a sitting position. He briefly thought back to the Cadmus research facility where those guns had blasted his shirt off—did he not have the Superman clothes back then because of that red Omega field? Were they that connected to his powers? Or was it simply because Lois was so angry with him being Superman, he really didn’t want to be Superman in that time? As the white-haired Lois’s words sank in more, then he glanced down at himself and realized he was back in his civilian clothes. He feverishly fished through his pockets as best he could with his hands cuffed, and managed to pull out his glasses and put them on. She snorted at the sight.

“Always with the glasses,” she said with a slight eye roll before resuming her work. She suddenly yanked something out of Scoops with an audible snap of wires and Clark winced.

“Can—can you not do that?” said Clark, “That’s my friend’s. He worked really hard on it.”

“He’ll live,” said the white-haired Lois, pulling something from her pocket.

Clark set his jaw, watching as she continued working. She seemed very absorbed into… lobotomizing Scoops? He craned his neck slightly to try and get some idea of what she was doing. She had an object that looked… kind of like a phone? And was using it to scan Scoops nearly every time she tweaked something or yanked something out or jammed something in.

“So… do I call you Lois? ” he broke the silence.

“In my world, I’m known as the Spider Lady,” said the white-haired Lois.

Clark snorted.

“What?” She glanced over her shoulder from Scoops.

“Nothing!” Clark brought his cuffed hands up, “Just… doesn’t seem like a name Lois would pick for herself.” She would probably pick something that sounds like a monster truck.

“Well, I’m not your Lois, am I?” said the Spider Lady.

“No,” said Clark, genuinely embarrassed.

“Look, just sit tight, Boy Scout, I’m almost done here.”

She seemed very absorbed in her work. Clark’s eyes flicked around the shipping container. Okay, no powers, he could figure this out. He still had the size advantage, right? Get her in a headlock? He should have asked Lois how to properly get someone in a headlock. Maybe find something heavy and whack her over the head and—oh god, no he didn’t want to do that. It didn’t have to come to that, right? She had said “I’m not going to hit you with anything you can’t take,” so he figured she needed him alive in some capacity.  

Superman can lift a bus, thought Clark, edging away as silently as he could, But if there’s one thing Clark Kent can do, it’s sneak off when nobody’s look—

Kick-in-the-chest, full-body pain suddenly exploded across his nerves. Clark’s entire body tensed up and he slammed flat to the ground again, convulsing as electrical currents coursed over his body from his neck.

“Ooh, I probably should have mentioned the collar’s shock function,” the Spider Lady made a mock-wincing sound through her teeth as she waved a small remote around, “Stings without invulnerability, doesn’t it?”

The shock ceased and Clark was left gasping and shuddering on the ground.

“What-what do you need me for?” The words came out of him as more of a grunt than a demand.

“You’ll see,” she turned her attention back to Scoops.

——

Lois and Jimmy paced behind Lewis and Jalana through the shipping yard. Lewis had demanded Jimmy sync up Scoop’s GPS data on his phone with his gauntlet, and both Lewis and Jalana insisted on taking the lead since this was ‘League’ business. Even if she really didn’t trust the League after they had tried to kill Clark, Lois was a little grateful to be moving in bigger numbers.

“So you’re saying she knocked him out with some kind of… big laser gun,” said Jalana, as they walked.

“Doesn’t exactly narrow things down,” said Lewis, looking at a hologram being projected by his gauntlet, “You didn’t see anything identifying about the gun?”

“We were a little bit more worried about Clark?” said Lois, folding her arms, “Why is the gun so important?”

“If we can figure out what universe she got it from, it might tell us more about what the Spider Lady’s planning,” explained Jalana, “What are the readings, Lewis?”

“Definitely some Red Sun radiation in the air, so…” he gave a glance back to Lois, “Maybe they’re telling the truth about their Clark being kidnapped.” He tapped at a few more symbols being projected by his gauntlet and the screen changed to some seemingly inscrutable charts, and started emitting a clicking sound. “I’m getting traces of Earth-21 Motherbox radiation, and Earth-48 Apokoliptian chrono-molecular manipulation imprints,” said Lewis.

“You mean ‘Apocalyptic?’” said Jimmy.

Color visibly drained from Lewis’s face and he glanced over at Jalana who was making a tight-lipped, desperate cutting motion next to her neck.

“…yyyes?” said Lewis.

“So it’s… from a universe that’s ended,” Lois said slowly.

“Yes!” Lewis said, jumping on this explanation a little too eagerly.

“…you’re bullshitting us,” said Lois.

“What? No—” Lewis started.

“I know you’re bullshitting us because I make those exact faces when I’m bullshitting Perry or my dad,” said Lois.

“Look,” said Jalana, slowing her pace to walk alongside Lois and Jimmy, “There’s a lot we can’t tell you, not just because it ties in with League security, but also because your universe just isn’t ready for it.”

“But if these things are dangerous,” said Lois with a slight glare, “Shouldn’t we know about them so we can prepare?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” said Lewis, still reading the holograms on his gauntlet, “The same thing will manifest differently across different universes. If we tell you to prepare for something, it could end up coming to you in completely different and more devastating form, because you prepared for it according to the logic of other universes.”

“So the League’s policy, in a lot of cases, is actually pretty hands-off,” said Jalana, “Let the different universes develop, expand, and adapt according to their own rules”

“Like the Prime Directive,” said Jimmy.

“No idea what that is, but sure,” said Jalana, “What makes the Spider Lady such a threat, is that she has enough interdimensional knowledge to catalyze an event here that your universe is completely unprepared for.”

“She said she didn’t mean our universe any harm,” said Lois. It felt hollow saying those words because of the clear danger of the situation and what had already happened to Clark, but she also knew from the experience that this League was more than willing to shoot first and ask questions later, which, honestly didn’t seem very ‘Lois’ of them—Questions were like, her whole thing.

“And you believe her?” An incredulous laugh shook Lewis’s voice.

“Well, why would she want to harm our universe?” said Jimmy.

“Sounds like she’s already hurt your Clark,” said Jalana.

Jimmy’s phone made a blipping noise. “We’re getting close,” he said quietly.

Lewis’s gauntlet blipped as well. “Confirmed.”

“All right,” Jalana pushed back her jacket sleeve to her own gauntlet, hit a few buttons, and a sidearm materialized, seemingly spun from light. It was noticeably smaller than the guns they had used on Clark, but it still made Lois’s jaw tighten. “You two, stay back. We’ll handle this.”

——

A few more minutes passed before the Spider Lady set Scoops down and massaged her eyebrows.

“So close…” she muttered, “Where is your world’s Doctor Ivo?”

“I don’t know,” said Clark, attempting to inject as much grimness and gravity into ‘I don’t know’ as he could.

“Fine. Where is his lab?”

“AmazoTech is mothballed,” Clark said with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“AmazoTech?” she repeated. He didn’t like the way she sounded so interested at the word ‘AmazoTech.’

“They made phones, mostly. And had some sketchy business practices.” Clark wasn’t sure how much he should be telling her, but if he didn’t have his powers, he figured maybe he could keep her talking until he or Lois or Jimmy figured something out. Just… make AmazoTech sound as unremarkable as possible and—

“…they didn’t just make phones, did they, though?” She was studying him, those eyes sharp. He saw a bit of the Lois he knew, here. Always getting her answers, but something about it was so much colder. She held up that small remote that would activate the shock function of his collar and he did his best to keep his gaze at her level. She was thinking about it, he could tell. He said nothing.

“No…” she murmured, reading his face and turning back to Scoops. She picked up the drone and stared inside, “The company’s logo is on some of these components,” she said.

“Yeah, AmazoTech,” said Clark, trying to sound dismissive.

“You’re hiding something,” her voice was steady, “What is it?”

Clark’s initial plan of ‘Maybe I can keep her talking until I figure something out’ was quickly collapsing. Misleading or stalling her would be easier if he had any idea what she was after.

“Is Ivo your world’s Luthor?” asked the Spider Lady.

“…I have no idea what you mean by that,” Clark said flatly. 

“Wow, you don’t—?” the Spider Lady blinked at him before saying, “No, you wouldn’t, would you?” She huffed and picked up the device she was scanning scoops with. “Something happened in your world recently, and it’s a vital catalyst to what I need.”

“Oh—it’s been pretty uneventful here,” said Clark.

The Spider Lady ignored him and kept her eyes fixed on that odd device, pacing out of the shipping container. Clark pushed up to his feet (with a slight head rush) and awkwardly ambled after her.

“What is that?” The Spider Lady pointed to the head of the remains of Ivo’s Parasite kaiju husk, just peeking out from behind a building.

“What do you mean, ‘that?’” said Clark, “I don’t see any—oh, wow, what is that?”

That earned him a shock. His jaw clacked tight as a pained grunt seethed between his teeth. He painfully dropped to one knee as his whole body seized and shook in protest at its own lack of invulnerability. She turned the shock off and he was left buckled over again, heaving breaths. Every part of him felt so heavy, like he might crush himself just by existing. He was now beginning to have serious doubts about the whole, ‘I won’t hit you with anything you can’t take’ thing.

“Don’t play dumb, Boy Scout, neither of us has time for it,” said the Spider Lady.

“Guh…” was the only noise that fell out of Clark in response, but she wasn’t even looking at him as she squinted at the husk in the distance.

“What,” she said, slower and more commanding, “Is it?”

“It’s… broken,” said Clark, feeling a muscle spasm under his eye from the residual shock, “I broke it. So whatever you’re going to try to do, you can’t use it.” Really, this was about 60% wishful thinking talking. He wasn’t sure what she could do, but he certainly didn’t like the idea of her doing anything with a giant purple parasitic kaiju suit that had nearly destroyed the city.

“Did you just try to tell a Lois she can’t do something?” The Spider Lady raised her eyebrows, amused.

“It’s just a shell,” said Clark, “Withou Ivo—” and he immediately caught himself. Oh Clark, you moron, he thought to himself.

“Doctor Ivo?” The Spider Lady repeated. Clark hated how this Lois’s eyes lit up in the same way his Lois’s did, and the way her lower lower lids flexed in that same ‘putting things together’ way as she glanced back down her device.

“So that’s it,” she said under her breath, “That’s what I need.”

“For what?” said Clark.

Something back in the shipping container started beeping. “I thought I told your friends to stay out of my way,” she scoffed as she briskly walked back into the container and started quickly packing things up. Lois and Jimmy were coming? Before, he thought it was a combination of still recovering from the blasts and shocks, and the fact that so much of his attention was fixed on the Spider Lady, what her goals might be, and how to get away from her, but now it struck him just how muted the world was. The inhibitor collar was blocking off his super-hearing. Normally, he’d be able to hear Lois and Jimmy talking at a conversational level across the city if he concentrated, now he had no clue how close they were—only that they were coming.

Stall, stall, stall, thought Clark.

“You know, if you just told people what was going on, maybe we could explain—” Clark started but the Spider Lady shoved a large metal crate into his arms and he had to maneuver his forearms accordingly in the cuffs to accept it. Wow, things were heavy now. Wait, why did he just accept that crate? Was it because his Lois was always handing him things without a second thought?

“I know better than to trust the League on anything,” said the Spider Lady, she gave a glance to the scanning device. “How far away would you say that…AmazoTech shell-thing is?”

“Oh I don’t know,” said Clark, “Buuuuut I could fly you there if you took the collar off?”

“You’re adorable,” she said flatly, pointing the device towards the husk, as if she were taking a photo on a phone. It made a whirring noise, then a beep, then a few seconds later, another beep. “Ugh… I don’t know how long it’s going to take to calibrate,” she said, swinging that massive gun down to her hip and hauling it up at the ready, with Scoops stuffed into a small satchel at her side. She took a handful of Clark’s jacket from the back, Clark feeling the remote to his collar curled in that same fist.

“Spider Lady!” A voice which sounded eerily like a female version of Jimmy called from outside the shipping container, “You’re under arrest for unauthorized universe hopping, and 17 counts of possession of multiverse contraband!”

“Oh, so now it’s contraband,” the Spider Lady yelled back, her voice reverberating on the metal of the shipping container, “You all didn’t have a problem with the poison that was flowing into my world before!”

“Submit yourself to League custody, and you can plead your case then!” A voice that sounded uncannily like a male version of Lois called.

“Stay in front of me,” the Spider Lady’s voice was half muffled into Clark’s back. She poked the toastmaster gun into his ribs, “Move.”

Clark shuffled forward to the threshold of the shipping container.

“Y’know I’m probably not a good hostage, seeing as they’ve shot me before—” said Clark.

“Move,” the Spider Lady said again.

Clark stumbled out of the shipping container to see two members of the League of Lois Lanes pointing handgun-sized sidearms at him and the Spider Lady from a handful of yards away. His mind probably should have been spinning up some daring escape attempt, some means to use the presence of the League members as a distraction so that he could get away and find a way to get the collar off, but he didn’t know how far he could get before she just shocked him again, and he also really didn’t want to make any sudden moves in front of the League after last time. So instead, his primary train of thought was, Huh. Man Lois and lady Jimmy. Did I see them last time?

“Step away from the Kryptonian,” said the girl Jimmy.

“I don’t think I will. He’s not the biggest threat to you currently, I assure you,” said the Spider Lady.

The girl Jimmy didn’t lower her weapon.

“We can talk about this, Lois,” she said grimly.

“We’ve talked plenty already,” said the Spider Lady. She fired off the toastmaster. Both the girl Jimmy and the male Lois leapt out of the way as the neon coral blast of the toastmaster blazed into the shipping container with a screech of metal, leaving a flaming, twisted hole in the steel, and another hole through the other side of the shipping container.

She hit me with that??? Clark’s mind flared into a panic, one more instance of How far does my invulnerability go? and, I really, really don’t want to test how far my invulnerability goes.

The male Lois and the female Jimmy were returning fire now. Clark brought up the steel crate the Spider Lady had handed to him for protection, though it wasn’t much to hide behind. The League members had dipped behind another shipping container, for what little protection that would apparently afford them, both of them taking turns leaning out and firing. The Spider Lady fired at the ground next to them, sending up a big plume of burnt-smelling cement dust, obscuring their line of sight. The two league members both kept firing.

“Don’t hit him!”Clark’s head jerked up at the sound of Lois—his Lois’s voice. She was leaning out from a shipping container on the opposite side.

“Lo—” he started but his entire body seized in a shock.

“CLARK!” He heard his own name as an anguished shriek from Lois as she watched him twist and convulse. Jimmy had to physically stop her from rushing into the crossfire, and she was struggling against him. “No! Stop it!”

“I told you he wouldn’t get hurt if you stayed out of my way!” said the Spider Lady. But the dust was settling from her previous fire, and with Clark spasming and staggering, he was a much less effective human shield, so she was forced to increase her own fire at Lewis and Jalana.

“Lois, get down!” Jimmy tackled Lois to the ground as fire from the Spider Lady blazed through where they had both previously been standing. There was a massive column of smoke rising from the shipping container behind them. In the midst of all the panic the Spider Lady at least managed to remember to turn the shock off again, but Clark was stumbling, his vision swimming, on the verge of collapse. A shot from Lewis grazed the Spider Lady’s arm and she let out a frustrated, snarling yell, before something beeped from the interior of her jacket.

“Finally—” she breathed out her pain in that word, firing off another blast from the toastmaster, “We’re getting out of here, boy scout.” She drew that odd device from her jacket and hit a button on it.

Before this, Clark had only picked up the fizzing sound as part of his super-hearing, it had seemed so dreamlike and distant before, but now, up close, through the hazy pain of electrocution, it was a nightmarish blend of the familiar and uncanny. He remembered when he was a kid and Pa pulled out film reels of his old favorite Gray Ghost serials, the distinctive smell of the lightbulb and film and the clackclacklclackclackclack of the film projector. He also remembered watching the serials with Pa’s arm around him, explaining characters like, ‘That’s the Femme Fatale—she’s pretty, but watch out!’ and Ma going, 'I don’t know, Jon, is he old enough for this?’ And he remembered one night when the projector overheated and the reel jammed, and a burn hole started appearing on the film. Suddenly, the Gray Ghost punching out goons on a bedsheet was having his whole torso swallowed by a sickly black ring and a white void. That’s what Clark was looking at now, he realized, a film burn hole, oily and warped, but on the fabric of reality itself. A two-dimensional shape imposing itself on the third dimension, the space browning around it.

“Clark!” he heard Jimmy yell this time, and he looked over to the source of his voice. Lois was sprinting toward him and the Spider Lady, Lewis and Jalana’s fire whizzing inches away from her, Jimmy was stumbling after her, or maybe he was running to Clark’s rescue as well?

“Guys—” he instinctively lurched toward them.

“I said, we’re going!” The Spider Lady swung her toastmaster up and suddenly clocked him hard upside the jaw with the butt of the gun. He heard a protesting, “NO!” from both Jimmy and Lois, and tasted blood in his mouth as the Spider Lady shoved him and he fell, sideways, through the portal.

“What is that?!” said Lewis, at the sight of the burn hole.

“It’s her getaway, let’s go!” said Jalana, racing out from behind the shipping container, running towards the burn hole as well.

“Wait!” Lois was ahead of both of them, sprinting toward the burn hole, but the Spider Lady only gave her a cold glance before stepping through after Clark, the portal closing behind her to a black smudge, and then nothingness. Lois stumbled and collapsed to her knees in the now empty space, panting, the air around her having that faint chemical-film smell.  She sat there, arms uselessly limp at her sides for a few seconds, staring into space.

“Where did they go?” Jimmy reeled around to face Jalana, “Where did they go!?”

“We don’t know,” Jalana’s voice was stiff.

“We were lucky just to track her to this dimension,” said Lewis.

“We have operatives in other dimensions,” said Jalana, “They’ll be able to pick up on the energy surge wherever they come through.”

Jimmy heard Lois’s breath shuddering and he turned back around to look at her. Her back was to him, her shoulders had caved inward and bunched up, and she hugged herself, buckling forward and shaking. Jimmy’s mouth drew to a thin line.

“Lois…” he reached forward and put a hand on her shoulder, “Are you…?”

“No,” she said tensely, “No, I’m not okay.” And Jimmy gently lifted his hand away from her, realizing she was shaking from rage, just as much as sadness and fear. “She put a collar on him,” her voice was incredulous, bewildered.

“We’re going to figure this out,” said Jimmy, trying to convince himself just as much as her, “The League has eyes in other dimensions, and maybe I can still patch in to Scoops—”

“Jimmy,” he could hear her breath huffing against her teeth with fury, as her head swung around to look at him, “She put a collar on my Clark.”

[walkawayrenee]

Chapter one: The face of an angel

Spencer Reid x FOC (Renee)

She had no clue how much her life was going to change from this moment forth

Word count: 1.1K

Note: Takes place in late season 1, part of a multiple chapter story

It was Renee’s first day on the job and nothing was going to stop her from coming in on time. She’d planned to walk to clear her mind but 10 minutes of overanalyzing which drab suit and pencil skirt, which she’d bought for this new big girl job, would make her look more professional had set her back, so she’d hopped on her bike. It wasn’t exactly a cycling friendly area, but she didn’t have her license and she’d moved the damn thing all the way from Montreal, so it had better be worth it. 

The wind blew through her hair as she sped down through the forest, completely destroying the carefully coifed updo she’d spent so long on, getting her wild curly hair into an acceptable shape was no easy task. She would’ve been the perfect woman in the 80s but unfortunately, as her mother said, “looking like you’re from dirty dancing isn’t worth what it used to be”.

Despite her frazzled look Renee felt, perhaps for the first time, like a real adult. She was far from her parents who had stayed in Quebec, done with her studies and finally ready to take on the world. Well as ready as almost a decade in academia could make her, which is to say, not that much.

She still couldn’t believe she’d landed a job in the FBI, apparently her thesis had impressed some higher up and landed her an interview, and her primed and practiced people skills had done the rest. It was a miracle she was even eligible considering she’d lived her whole life in Canada, but her parents had met in California and 2 years later she was born on American soil to an American father, that was good enough for a citizenship.

Her first week in America had been strange, she’d bought a house, since there were no apartment buildings close to Quantico, and now she was in the tedious process of moving in. All the while hoping her first pay would come in soon so that this monstrously expensive decision didn’t bite her in the ass. 

She’d be living modestly for a while but the FBI didn’t skimp on its paychecks so it would be worth it eventually. Maybe she could finally get her act together, get her license and a car. Those things were more trouble than they were worth in Montreal but in America they seemed more and more necessary every day. Especially when she had to walk next to the freeway on her way back from the grocery store.

She could see the Quantico buildings right up ahead, they were sleek and modern, nothing like the bland bureaucracy she had been imagining, though once she got to the same one she had had her interview in so many months ago she realized there were no bike racks. Well, she had no other choice than to simply assume the secret service would do their damn job and protect American assets. She left it leaning on the wall outside.

She had been told to come in at 9 and her bike ride had bought her some extra time so she went in and found the nearest women’s bathroom. She pulled out her glasses which she hadn’t dared to wear on her bike, they were reading glasses anyway and the first thing she saw was her disheveled appearance in the mirror which caused her to let out an audible sigh. This wasn’t missed by the blonde, curly haired woman who just came out of a stall. With a and caring voice she said “What’s up hun, haven’t seen you around here before?”

“I’m starting a job here today, but I completely messed up my hair. I’m Renee by the way” she replied, trying not to sound exasperated.

“Pleasure! Penelope and I can help you with that, it’s no biggie” she seemed genuine and experienced enough with curly hair for Renee to trust her.

“That would be lovely! Really?”

“Well of course, now I’ll sit on the sink, and you crouch down a little you vertically gifted goddess”

People didn’t usually compliment Renee on her height, it was a bit of a sore subject. With her strong shoulders from years of gymnastics she thought it made her look masculine but well getting called a goddess was always nice.

Penelope clearly knew her way around a bad hair day as she quickly restored Renee’s hairdo in fact it probably looked better now than before.

“You’re an angel, thank you!” 

“No problemo darling, now lets go” Penelope answered as they headed out of the bathroom.

They entered the elevator together and both reached for the seventh floor button.

“On the same floor, funny coincidence” Renee said to break the awkward moment.

“Wait, is your last name Bernard?” Renee winced at the Americanized pronunciation of her last name but shook her head to say yes. “Then you’re the new girl! That’s crazy, we’ll be seeing each other lots then.”

“You’re with the BAU too? Amazing!” She felt so reassured to know she already had a friend in her new scary workplace. 

“You’ll see you’ll love it. It’s a tough job but you can really lean on the rest of the team when it gets too hard” Peneloppe said to try to calm Renne who’s shoulders had tensed up as the elevator doors opened.

They walked into the bullpen together and were greeted by an adorable peppy blonde who presented her hand to shake.

“Hi you must be Renee Bernard. I’m the liaison, Jarreau, but everyone calls me JJ, welcome to the BAU” Her smile was so exaggerated, yet seemed genuine so Renee took her hand and answered.

“Thanks so much! Pleasure to be here JJ” she tried to answer with the same casual cheeriness.

“Now come, Hotchner’s gonna want to present you to the team during the morning meeting”

She lead the way to a little conference room where a few people were already sitting. An older guy who reminded her of her grandfather, the one who kept a blueberry farm, a young but clearly serious woman, with a bit of an anal-retentive vibe, a gorgeous guy who decided to ruin his flawless sculpted appearance with a goatee and one last man, the one who really caught her attention.

He was beautiful but hid himself under a terrible haircut and ill fitted clothes, a veritable Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. She wondered if he was aware that he’d been blessed and purposefully obfuscated his features or simply didn’t know. In any case it wasn’t a very good disguise, though a man might categorize him as a scrawny nerd, any woman could see he had the face of an angel.

[dove00]

Born To Run

Hi!! This is inspired by a post by @miadeardn ! Basically, Spider-Verse AU with the flash family. I own nothing DC and Spider-Verse owns. Warning: non graphic death and fights. Please let me know if more tags need to be added. Stay safe and enjoy!

“Wallace! You better be ready!” Ace winced as he was most certainly not ready. 

“Coming, Aunt Iris!” He called back. 

He ran to get ready and tried to not have a grumpy face. Avery always teased him because of it. 

Today was the day he was visiting his aunt’s boyfriend at his job. Something about an olive branch. Yeah, sure. 

Wallace smiled and denied the offer for a ride. He’s fine taking his bike. 

Finally making it to CCPD, he made his way (with some trouble) to Barry’s office. 

The weather decided to match his mood because it started raining hard. 

Great. Now he needs to ride home with Barry…which was probably his aunt’s plan. Wallace almost wants to ride his bike in the rain just out of spite but he pushes those thoughts from his mind. 

“Hey.” He called out to Barry, who closed his laptop quickly. 

Wallace tried not to let it bother him. Really. 

“Hey!” Barry exclaimed then winced at how loud that sounded. “Hey. How’s it going?” Barry checked his watch. “Ah. It’s 12. Right. I’ll grab my stuff and we can head to lunch and then I can show you around. There’s this great place down the street—“

“It’s raining.” Wallace pointed out. 

Barry paused then turned to the window as if he was shocked to see rain. “Oh.” 

“Yeah. Oh. It’s fine. I ate before I came here.” 

Barry smiled but his eyes were still on the window. 

Great. 

Wallace walked to the window as thunder rolled. Barry put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder. 

“There’s something you should know.” 

“If you’re cheating on my aunt, I’m—“

“I’m not!” Barry exclaimed and then became more quiet and moved his hand away. He walked away to stand by the desk, leaving Wallace alone at the window. “I’m not. Wallace, I’m—“

Wallace didn’t get to know what he said next because a bolt of lightning struck the glass and hit Wallace in the chest, sending him flying back into a rack of chemicals. 

Wallace woke up. He felt like he was out for ten minutes and thirty years at the same time. 

“Hey. Good to see you’re awake.” Barry said. 

“This is somehow your fault.” Wallace groaned. He and Barry were at Terrific Tech if any of the lab coats were anything to go by. 

“Not entirely untrue, I’m afraid. I was trying to get faster to stop someone and it seems—“

“Faster? Stop someone? Dude, you’re a Crime Scene Investigator! Who are you going to…” Wallace trailed off. No way. “You’re…”

“I’m Flash, Wallace. I have superspeed and it seems so do you.”

“…what?!” 

Mr. Terrific made his appearance that moment. “For someone who took a bolt of lightning to the chest and fell onto chemicals, you healed really fast.” He joked. Wallace didn’t laugh but Barry did. 

“Does aunt Iris know?” Wallace demanded. 

“Don’t be mad at her but yes. I waited to tell her longer than I should’ve but she knows.”

Wallace sat. 

Barry moved to do…something when his phone rang. He frowned a bit and answered it. 

“This is Flash—“ Before Barry could get the whole sentence out, the other person quickly spoke. 

“It’s Grodd. He’s doing it.” Those last three words had Barry’s eyes widening. 

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up. “Stay here.” He said to Wallace and then turned to Terrific. “Let’s go.” 

They were gone in a flash. 

Wallace waited a whole five minutes before he decided he’s not going to wait on the sidelines for answers. He’s getting them now. 

Wallace doesn’t know where Grodd is doing evil stuff but he pulls out his phone and opens social media. 

A gorilla attack in downtown Central City by The Flash Museum according to multiple users. 

Wallace gets up and falls on his face. 

Okay. So. He probably should get his balance. He was unconscious for a while. 

Wallace gets up and he means to run to grab his bike that he hopes isn’t still at the station but instead he makes it across the hallway in a second. 

Oh. 

Guess Barry wasn’t joking. 

Wallace looked down to make sure his clothes weren’t burned off and was surprised to see him in some sort of costume that felt stronger than regular clothes. 

Okay. Downtown Central City. Flash Museum. 

Answers. 

Wallace runs and he is grateful he knows the city so well on bicycle that he makes it to The Flash Museum in under 10 minutes. 

He stops on the way to grab a party mask. He paid for it but he wished they had something other than a purple masquerade one. It is not his favorite color. 

Wallace stops at the museum’s steps and thinks of what to do. His thoughts are interrupted when Barry comes flying out of the doors and hits the ground hard. 

Barry looks up to see him and his eyes widen. He grabs Wallace and runs him about 400 feet away. He looks like he wants to run further but his lack of calories won’t let him. He crouched behind a large piece of concrete and drags Wallace down. 

Grodd, a giant gorilla, came out of the museum laughing. “You think you can stop me?” 

“Stay here.” 

Wallace grabbed his arm. “Are you crazy? He’ll kill you.” 

“The league is working to make sure his device doesn’t work and I’m keeping him busy.” 

“Flash!” Grodd called. “Where are you, coward?!” 

“Stay here and please, Wallace, listen to me this time.” 

He’s gone before Wallace can say anything. 

“Looking for me, buddy?” Barry sounds out of breath but he still says it. 

Wallace chances a glance on the side of the concrete. 

Barry is losing. 

Grodd hit him again and again. Barry falls down. 

Wallace makes a move to do something but Barry shakes his head a bit. 

“Even now you think of your love.” Grodd taunted. “You hope someone will be there for her—whoever she is.” 

Aunt Iris. He has to be there for aunt Iris. 

Wallace stops moving. 

“Goodbye Flash. You can rest knowing you were a worthy adversary.” 

One final hit—

Barry is gone before Wally can do anything. 

__________________

The funeral for The Flash was filled with people and quiet. 

Nobody said much on the televised ceremony. 

The funeral for Barry Allen was not as full of people but full of stories. 

Avery came to pay respects and check on Wallace but he was more worried about his aunt Iris. 

Wallace wants to tell her that Barry’s last thoughts were of her but he doesn’t know if that would help much. 

Avery put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I was there.” 

“What?”

He realized he didn’t want to keep this from Avery. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

After he was done, she looked at him like he grew two heads. 

“It’s the truth.” He shrugged. 

“I didn’t know you were like me.” 

“Like you?” 

She nodded. 

Wallace tried not to feel hurt. “You’re a speedster?” 

“Shh. You don’t know who’s listening. Yeah. I got hit by lightning and Barry…he was helping me.” 

“Oh. So he’s fine with you in the field.“

“Hey, no. No. He didn’t want me to be in the field. I—“

“Where were you? If you had speed, you could’ve helped.”

“Wallace.” 

“No! I’m sick of everyone lying to me and leaving me in the dark! You, Barry, aunt Iris. I’m sick of it!” 

Wallace felt the lightning under his fingertips and he ran in the other direction. 

He is back at The Flash Museum looking at all the damage when he realized he had run across the city. 

He sits down on the ground in front of the statue of The Flash. 

“I’m sorry.” Wallace whispered. He doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for—leaving the lab, blowing up at Avery, being at that window when Barry was supposed to get faster. 

Maybe for all of it. 

He put his head in his hands when he heard someone call out, “Hey. What’s wrong?” 

Wallace whipped around and got up lightning fast. He put up his fists. 

The person looked incredibly unimpressed. 

She’s wearing all white with gold lightning bolts. 

Great. Another person Barry trusted before Wallace.  

“Who are you?” 

“Lightspeed and I’m not from this universe.” 

Wallace started to get dizzy. 

“You didn’t eat yet today, did you?” 

Wallace opened his mouth to answer and he stumbled a bit. 

Lightspeed swore a bit and disappeared. In a few seconds, she was back with some food. 

“Sit down.” She ordered. Wallace did. 

They began to eat in silence. 

“You’re from another universe? Like that Jay Garrick comic Barry was obsessed with as a kid?” 

“No idea who either of those people are.” Lightspeed shrugged. “A portal opened and I had nothing better to do than jump in it.” 

Wallace gave her a look. “You fell through it by accident.” 

Lightspeed looked away. “Yup.” She looked back at Wallace. “So, what do I call you?” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah. You’re a speedster, aren’t you?” She looked at the statue. “Are you the next Flash?” 

“No!” He exclaimed then quieted down. 

“I didn’t mean to offend.” Lightspeed offered. 

“I know. It’s fine. I don’t want that.” 

“You can call me Ace.”

“Ace?” 

“Nickname. I don’t want to give my name.” 

“Right. Of course. Sorry Wallace.” 

“What?! How?!” 

“I know your doppelgänger on my Earth.” She explained. 

“Wait. I just realized. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” 

Lightspeed thought for a moment that didn’t last long. She stood up and took the trash. Then she was back and offered a hand to Wallace. 

“Let me show you.” 

This is such a bad idea. This is such a bad idea. This is such a bad idea. 

He took her hand and they both ran. 

They went to look at a fancy looking house. 

“Whose house is this?” Wallace asked. 

“My doppelgänger’s house.” 

They watched as a person who looks a lot like Lightspeed without the mask argued with a man. 

“I’ve been watching them for a while. Ever since I fell here.”

“When did you fall here?” 

She looked at him. “Two weeks ago.” 

“Who’s he?” 

Lightspeed looked away. “Her husband. Rick.” 

“Alright. Unless you’re a twin, you’re not from this Earth.” Wallace admitted. 

“Only child.” Lightspeed promised.

“We should head back.” 

There was a sound and air moving. 

“Oh, boy.” Lightspeed said, sounding tired. “Someone has been following me for a while now.” 

Wallace was immediately on alert. “Who?” 

“No idea. Let’s go.” 

They ran back to The Flash Museum to see Avery in all purple with a lightning bolt. 

“A friend of yours?” Lightspeed wondered. 

“Best friend.” He said then turned to Avery. “What’s going on?” 

“I told your aunt that you needed some time.” 

“Thanks.”

Silence. Wallace knew it wasn’t comfortable like it usually is with Avery. 

“Sorry.” They said at the same time and then laughed. 

“Have you been following Lightspeed?” Wallace asked. 

Both said no. 

“The one that’s following me is someone different—someone who’s familiar.” Lightspeed admitted. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” Avery suggested. 

They all ran, just missing someone watching from the shadows. 

Aunt Iris immediately checked on all of them when they came back to the house. 

“We need to stop Grodd.” Wallace said. 

Everyone paused and then looked at him. 

“The Justice League is handling it.” 

“Like they handled whatever he was planning?  My bet is that is what opened the portal.”

“I doubt it. If it was just me that came through the portal, then—“

“That’s a pretty big if.” 

Lightspeed opened her mouth when the doorbell rang. 

Everyone stood, immediately on alert. 

Aunt Iris pushed through all of them and checked the door. She gasped and opened it to show a girl who looked to be around 13. She has red hair, green and brown eyes, and a determined expression. She’s holding up a boy with black hair and brown eyes who is leaning on her. 

“Hi aunt Iris! Have you seen our parents?” 

                        ______________

To say everyone was shocked would be the understatement of the year. 

Aunt Iris shook out of it the fastest and led the girl and boy into the house.  

The girl brought the boy to the couch for him to heal up. Aunt Iris didn’t even seem to mind the boy was bleeding a little on her couch. 

She told Wallace to get the first aid kid but Wallace couldn’t move. They called her aunt Iris. That shouldn’t be possible. 

“Wallace.” Aunt Iris said and that got him moving but then the boy’s injury healed immediately. 

“What the—“ Lightspeed started but then looked at the girl and stopped. 

The girl didn’t seem to mind and laughed. “You’re funny, mom.” 

Everyone paused and Lightspeed’s eyes widened. “It was you that had been following me.” 

The girl nodded. 

“I’m Irey. Dad always said I have to be careful who I share that with but you’re family, so it’s fine.” 

“Dad?” Lightspeed echoed. 

The girl—Irey’s face fell a little. “He, um. He died when we were 9.” 

Aunt Iris put a hand on Irey’s shoulder. 

“I’m okay, aunt Iris. But Jai and I need to—“

“Jai?” Wallace said. “Like Jay Garrick?” 

Irey nodded. “Dad and Mom named me after his aunt and Jai after Poppy.”

Wait. 

Before Wallace can fully freak out, Jai says something from the couch, “Grodd.” 

The room goes silent once again. Wallace is getting tired of the silence. 

“How does he know that name?” He demands. 

“We have a Grodd on our earth. He’s a bad guy.” Irey answered. 

“Why is he thinking about Grodd right now?” 

Irey bit her lip. “Uh.” 

“Who injured him?” Wallace pushed. 

“Wallace.” Aunt Iris said. 

“I just want answers.” 

Wallace didn’t mean to step forward but he feels so lost and confused and maybe if he gets answers, the feelings will go away. 

Irey stepped in a way that blocked Jai from him. 

Wallace took a step back, surprised and ashamed. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone, especially not a kid who is barely conscious. 

“This was a mistake.” Irey said and moved to grab Jai. 

“Wait.” Avery said. 

Irey ignores her and tries to pick up her brother. 

“Irey. Hang on a second.” Aunt Iris tries. 

Wallace says nothing. 

Lightspeed went beside Irey and went to the girl’s eye level. 

Irey didn’t meet her eyes but Lightspeed spoke nonetheless. 

“My name is Linda Park and I know you’re probably really strong but I think you need a little help.”

Irey frowns. Clearly, like Barry, she doesn’t love asking for help.  

Like Wallace. 

“Think of it like this.” Lightspeed, Linda, starts. “How far do you think you’d get with him like this?” 

“He’s healing.” Irey said almost immediately but she stopped moving. 

“I understand that. Wallace is just as confused as you are.” 

Irey turned to Wallace, who offered her a small smile. 

Irey said and did nothing for a long moment and then she smiled back. 

“On our earth, Grodd was talking to someone from another universe. A different version of himself. We fought him as a portal opened. I ran through it with Jai.”

“That was dangerous.” Aunt Iris said. 

“Yeah, you’d probably say that on our earth, too, but they don’t call me Impulse for nothing.” 

“Impulse?” Avery wondered. 

“My other name. He’s Surge.” She pointed to Jai, who started to sit up. 

“Worst headache ever.” He complained. 

The oven beeped. Aunt Iris moved towards the kitchen. “That’s dinner. Good thing I made a lot.” She said the last bit quietly. 

Wallace followed her to the kitchen. “How long did you know Barry was Flash?” He asked as she pulled the food out. 

Aunt Iris sighed tiredly. “A month after we started dating. He told me two months in.” She had a sad smile. “He always had to disappear and I noticed. I am a reporter, after all. We notice the small things.” 

“And you never said anything.”

“I knew he would tell me when he was ready.” 

Aunt Iris put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” 

Wallace frowned. “There’s nothing to be proud of. If I wasn’t at that window—“

“You were trying to connect. You wanted to help Barry when he fought Grodd. You’re helping all those people in the living room. You know, sometimes Barry didn’t like his powers—he was always worried of hurting someone. I knew he wouldn’t. He’s too good. You’re good. It’s good that you were at that window. It may not always seem like it but it is true.”

Wallace felt tears come. “I’m sorry.” 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She promised. 

They hugged. 

Aunt Iris pulled back and wiped a few tears away. “Okay, let’s go eat some food.” 

“What about after that?” 

“After that, I have a surprise.” 

The food was delicious and everyone was silent as they ate. For once in a long time, it wasn’t an awkward silence. 

“It’s getting late.” Aunt Iris said after they rest a bit and put all the dishes in the dishwasher. 

Jai and Irey looked up and at each other. 

Jai said, “We don’t have a bedtime on our earth.”

Irey nodded. “We’re 13 ½ so yeah…” 

They’re both terrible liars. 

“Nice try.” Linda said. 

“You’re on this earth so you’re going to bed.” Aunt Iris said. 

Wallace snorted. It’s been a while since he was their age and had a set bedtime. 

“Wallace.” She said while not looking away from the twins. 

“Oops.” 

Avery snorted which made her laugh harder. 

Jai and Irey said Goodnight to everyone and Wallace took them to the only guest room. 

Irey fell into bed and immediately fell asleep, obviously tired from the fight with Grodd, the trip, and dinner. Jai stood still. 

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?” 

“What if…What if we fail? What if we can’t get home? What if we’re trapped here? What if—“

Wallace went to Jai’s eye level. “None of that. We’re gonna win. Do you know why?” He asked. Jai shook his head. “This earth’s flash had a saying: We’re running together.” 

Jai smiled. “Uncle Barry said the same.” 

Wallace wanted to ask more but Jai looked more tired. “Head to bed. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” 

Jai nodded. 

Wallace left the room and saw aunt Iris walking up the stairs. “So. What’s the surprise?” 

She took him to the attic. “When I first heard what happened, I knew you would want to help. It’s just who you are. You can’t go around wearing Terrific Tech and a party mask all the time. So…” 

She pulled off a red sheet to reveal a case. In the case was a silver top and black pants suit with a red lightning bolt in the middle. 

“I couldn’t come up with a name for a long time. How do you feel?” 

Aunt Iris turned and Wallace put the suit on. 

It fit perfectly. Wallace looked at her. She smiled. “We’ll have to think of a name.” He said. 

Aunt Iris nodded. “Go to bed.” 

“Aw, man.” 

The next day, Wallace woke up to someone falling on his bedroom floor. 

He was immediately awake and putting his hands up. 

“Woah, man. That was a really bad fall.” The guy wasn’t even looking at Wallace. 

“Uh, hey.” Wallace said. 

The guy turned and he looked just like aunt Iris and Barry, which is insane and Wallace doesn’t think his brain can handle anymore. 

“Hey, Wallace, I’m Bart. Your doppelgänger says hello.” 

Wallace stared at him.

Bart shrugged. “Anyway, we have to stop Grodd before he takes over the multiverse, so if you can stop staring and start moving, that would be great.”

Wallace was shocked into moving when he heard a yell outside and they both walked out of his room. 

“Uh, aunt Iris.” Irey called. “I think Grodd opened the portal again.” 

Irey and Jai walk out of the guest room with a woman with dark hair and eyes. 

Linda and aunt Iris are talking to an older man with a red shirt, blue pants, and a helmet and a man beside him in white and blue. 

There’s a blonde woman and a person with silver hair talking to a woman with black hair, brown eyes, and a purple shirt and a man in green. 

“I think we need some introductions.” 

They introduced themselves over breakfast. The woman who fell into the guest room is Meena Dhawan, Jay Garrick is the man with the helmet and Max Mercury was beside him, and the blonde is Jesse Chambers, the silver haired person is Jess Chambers, and the people they were talking to are Jenni Ognats and Jules Jourdain. 

“You’re Impulse, too?” Irey asked, looking excited. “Cool!” 

Bart chuckled. “Yup.” 

“Looks like we got a lot of help to stop Grodd.” Avery said. 

_____

Jay told them that it was his earth that the versions of Grodds were meeting but they can only meet for a small amount of time. 

“Why?” Linda wondered. 

“It’s why I think the portal only brought us. The Speed Force. Think of it as the force that gives us our powers. If Grodd wants to be here for longer periods, they need the Speed Force to do it.” Max answered. 

“How do we find the portal?” Jesse asked. 

Avery answered, “I think I know someone who can help.” 

Hartley Rathaway looked less surprised to see this many speedsters and more amused. 

“Hello.” 

“Hey.” Avery greeted him. “Your rats go everywhere. Do they know where Grodd is?” 

“Now that you mention it.” Hartley played a note on his flute, calling some rats. He picked up one. “This one is a new one and he talks.” 

“Cool!” Jai said. 

“Yeah, until it’s 3 in the morning.” 

“I’m from a universe of talking rats. I like to see the world—“

“That’s nice. These people do need to know what you know. You won’t answer me.” 

The rat looked at all the speedsters and answered immediately, “Gorilla City.” 

“What?” Wallace said. 

“No, he’s right.” Aunt Iris said from the communication device she had them wear. “I’m seeing on camera Grodd going through a boom tube.” 

Wallace looked around. 

Aunt Iris continued. “Tech that can take you to different places. It probably doesn’t work for what he’s planning.” 

The rat spoke up. “He needs speed.” 

“We gotta go.” 

“I know where it is.” Avery said. She turned to Hartley. “Thanks.” 

They all ran. 

Getting to the city was easy. Grodd broke down the barrier. 

“Stay on communication devices.” Aunt Iris said. 

Avery nodded. “Jai, Irey, get the civilians to safety. Jess, Jules, find a way to turn the barrier back on. Grodd—any version—doesn’t leave here without us. Once you’re done, come help the rest of us.” They all heard yells. “Grodd has an army but he needs at least one of us alive. Hit them when you can, find Grodd and the portal, and don’t get caught. Everyone good.” They all nodded. “Let’s run.” 

Everyone set off to do their jobs and Wallace ran, taking down a lot of Grodd’s soldiers. He found a room with a man inside a cell. 

The man’s eyes widened. “You need to get to safety.” He said. There was a power stopper around his neck. Scars and bruises littered his face and body that wasn’t covered by a shirt and pants. 

“No way. I’m not leaving you here.” Wallace tried to phase but he couldn’t. He hadn’t been able to get that one yet. Okay. Old fashion way. “What’s your name?” 

“You look like someone I know.” 

“Cool.” Wallace noticed the hesitation to give a name. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.” 

“I’m Wally. Wally West.” 

Wallace paused for half a second and then resumed. “Nice to meet you. I’m Wallace.” 

Wally’s eyes told him that the older man knew. 

An explosion shook the building. Footsteps came. Wallace didn’t have the door unlocked yet. In his defense, he’s never done this before. 

“You need to go.” 

Yelling. 

Wallace looked out the window to see a barrier surrounding the city.

The door flew open revealing Grodd throwing Linda into the room. 

She got back up and raced at him. 

Wally was up so fast you’d think his speed was there. “Wallace. Listen to me. You have to phase.” 

“I…can’t.” Wallace admitted. 

“I used to not be able to either but you can do it. Just imagine your molecules are vibrating.” 

“What?” 

Grodd threw Linda again. 

Wally shook. “Please. Wallace. Please.” 

Wallace closed his eyes and tried again as Linda began to lose the fight. 

No. 

He won’t lose another person to Grodd. 

The glass broke and with it, the collar fell from Wally’s neck as Grodd threw Linda in their air. 

Wallace blinked and suddenly Wally was running so fast he jumped off the wall and went into the air, using momentum. He caught Linda and brought her down safely. 

For a moment, they were staring at each other but Grodd was still frozen. Wallace got the idea their mouths were moving but nothing else. 

Soon, time started again. 

Both Linda and Wally were on their feet. Wallace was ready. He raced cuffs onto Grodd and knocked him down. 

Grodd laughed. “You’ve stopped me from leaving but you haven’t stopped me from using one of you and killing the rest.” 

More of his soldiers came into the room with guns pointed. 

They all raised their hands but Wallace saw Linda smile at him and touch her communication device. 

“I think we need a bit of impulsivity.” She said calmly.  

Nothing happened and then the building shook. 

“Sir?” One of the soldiers called anxiously. 

“Shoot them!” Grodd ordered. “We can use one of the others.” 

“Get away from the center of the room.” Bart’s voice said from the device. 

They all ran in different directions, all moving away from the center of the room. 

Jesse and Jai burst through the floor and clap their hands at Grodd and his army, sending them flying back. Irey and Bart came in with a gorilla. 

“Long story.” Irey said. “That’s Solar. He’s got it from here—“

She stopped when she saw Wally. 

“Jai.” She called. 

The boy came over and his eyes widened. 

“Dad?” 

“Are we from the same universe?” Irey wondered. “Because if we’re not, you should tell us now and—“

“It’s me.” Wally said simply. 

They rushed and hugged him. 

“No! No! No!” Grodd said. “I killed The Flash.” 

All the other speedsters came.

Wallace said, “No, you killed a Flash and you’re going to go away for that but don’t ever forget that we are running together.” 

_____

“I think you should be the next Flash.” Wallace told Avery once they made it back to Central City. 

Avery paused. “What about you?” 

“I told Linda the truth. I don’t want it. You stepped up. Like I said, you won’t be the only flash but you should be a flash.” 

Avery hugged him. “I love you.” 

“Love you, too.” He hugged her back. 

Sending everyone home was certainly a time. Jay, Jesse, and Max made a new portal by lunch. Jai and Irey said goodbye to everyone and went through the portal with Wally first. They had a lot of catching up to do, especially with their mom. Before they went, he hugged Wallace. 

Soon, it was just Linda. Aunt Iris and Avery gave them space after saying their own goodbyes. 

“You think of a name, yet?” 

“Yeah. Burst.” 

“I like it.” Linda smiled. “Are you guys going to be alright?” 

“Yeah. Are you?” 

She looked at the portal. “I talked to that Earth’s  Wally. I told him I met my Earth’s Wally, but I didn’t think anything would come of it. I was scared, I think. I don’t want to feel pressured just because we’re together in another universe…but the idea of never seeing him again…”

Wallace smiled. “I think you know what you have to do.” 

Linda wiped a tear away. “I told my doppelgänger to not give up on love before I came back to the house.” 

Wallace’s eyes widened. “What did she say?” 

“Oh, she screamed but she also is starting to look after her mental health starting with a divorce.” 

“That’s good.” Wallace said. 

Linda cracked a smile. “Stay safe, Wallace.” 

“You, too, Linda.” She ran through the portal and Avery turned it off. 

“Is anyone else super hungry?” She asked and they all laughed and went inside. 

______

Eventually, everything went back to normal. 

Avery was accepted by the Justice League as Flash even if people still sometimes suck about it. 

Aunt Iris won a Pulitzer for reporting on the Grodd event. 

Everyone from their trip made it home safely and Wallace even has the communication device that Max fixed to work with the Speed Force to talk to everyone. 

Even Hartley changed sides fully, beyond just helping from time to time with Avery and Wallace’s help. Mostly because he wants to change. 

As for Wallace, he’s been going out as Burst and fighting all sorts of rogues. 

He visits Barry’s grave more than the flash memorial with a promise. 

He’s never running alone.

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (11/25)

------ Chapter 11 ------

For the first time in a long time, I felt happy, even exhilarated, like a candle was warming my insides. I picked up dinner on my way out of the giant school and started biking home. My heart was fluttering, but not from fear. I still experienced a heightened anxiety every time I had to bike past a giant, but I wasn’t consumed by those negative emotions as I had been earlier. I could handle the unfathomable size of everything now, as impossible and overwhelming as it all was. 

I felt as if, for the moment, everything would be okay. Even so, I found myself thinking about my mother again. I wondered how she was faring without me. My good mood soured quickly. I wished I could just talk to her, find out the truth. Did she really abandon me, or was she doing this to me for my own good? The lack of clarity on the issue frustrated me to no end. We always had a rocky relationship, ever since my dad had left and ripped our family apart, but deep down I still cared. I relied on her, as much as I hated to admit it to myself. If I just had my phone, I could call her and ask her directly. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, my mind wandered to Joey again. I was grateful to finally have a friend among my peers, and I didn’t feel quite so alone. I just hoped the friendship would last. He wasn’t the sort of person I usually hung out with. Many of my peers judged me harshly for my saucy attitude, and I was accustomed to filling the role of the “bad” kid. I usually hung out with other “bad” kids who wouldn’t look down on me for acting up or smoking, but many of them were jerks too. All my life I always felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit anywhere. 

Of course, I knew a big part of that sentiment was my fault. I didn’t want to get too close to anyone, only to be abandoned and hurt as my father had did to me, so I pushed people away with my bad behavior and held them at arm’s length. In essence, I had sharpened my deep sadness and loneliness into a spear of rage to poke at anyone who tried to enter my inner sanctum. Maybe it was time for me to change and adapt, as my circumstances were radically different now. Already, I had undeniably lost some of my edge just in the few days I had been in the world of giants, living with constant fear and intimidation. I desperately needed a support system here. I couldn’t push people away like I usually did, or else I might not survive. 

These personal reflections were sobering, and I was deep in thought when I finally made it back to my dorm. As I put my bike in the rack and went inside, I resolved to do better, to be a better me. I would try to be more open, more gregarious, less abrasive and disagreeable to others. Less of a prickly cactus, more of a soft blooming flower. The change wouldn’t be easy, but considering all the factors I had to do it. 

Now, though, I was tired, and needed to rest my weary legs and nerves. I changed into more comfortable clothes, ate the dinner I snagged from the lunchroom, and vegged out to some death metal for a while. I craved a cigarette to help me relax, but I was out. I guess I needed to quit anyway. New me, right? I sighed. 

Every once in a while the building rumbled as giants walked past. I didn’t think I could ever get used to how huge they were, or how small I felt. The light outside started to fade. I got up to turn on a light when suddenly the floor underneath me shook like an earthquake, nearly knocking me over, and the last rays of the setting sun were blotted out by shadow. I glanced over at the nearest windows and saw multiple pairs of giant shoes. The building was encircled by giants. 

All my thoughts earlier about being more outgoing and friendlier flew out of my head. I panicked and sprinted like a wild rabbit to the kitchen, thrusting open the cabinet under the sink and squeezing inside the hiding place I had scoped out earlier for such a contingency. I barely made it in on time before I heard the all-too-familiar click of the roof unlatching and a strained groan as it swung open. I didn’t dare to move. My frantic heartbeat thudded so loud I almost believed whoever was out there would be able to hear it. 

“Hello, little human? Are you in there?” an enormous masculine voice called, the sound resonating through the tiny space. I remained silent and motionless, despite how uncomfortable I was cramped up against the piping from the sink. 

“Aww, that’s too bad. I really thought it would be in here,” another male voice, just as full and loud, chimed in. It? Did they just call me an “it”? I didn’t like that dehumanizing moniker at all. 

“How disappointing. I’ve never seen a real live human before,” a third voice piped up, this one female. “Wow, are they really this small?” I heard some shuffling and thumping within the building. Something massive, likely a giant knuckle, happened to knock against the door to the cabinet and I had to repress a cry of alarm. 

“Check this out!” Were they going through my things? Indignation flashed hotly within me, but as usual I was powerless to stop them. 

“Look how tiny it is! So cute!” Ugh. I grimaced. I was getting irritated at being forced to listen to them prattle on while they touched all my stuff with their grubby fingers. They would probably end up breaking something. 

“And the furniture! It would be dwarfed even by the furnishings in a dollhouse!” Great, so to them I was even smaller than a doll, barely the size of a pinky finger. How could I reasonably expect any respect from such gigantic beings? I was fuming as I listened to the giant hands continue to explore through the building. I felt humiliated. 

“You’ve actually interacted with a human before, right Marcus? What are they like?” the feminine voice questioned with fascination. 

“Yes, technically, I suppose I did, but the little human ran away as soon as it saw me. I didn’t get the chance to actually talk to it. I happened to be near the dividing wall and I spied one walking around. The poor little thing was terrified. It scurried back into the little door in the wall and didn’t come back out.” 

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “They’re just like us though, right? Just miniature?” 

“I’m not sure. They look like us at least, on a much smaller scale. But they do seem more skittish, and like I said I’ve never heard one talk before. I guess if the rumors are true, and there really is a human attending this school, we’ll find out eventually.” 

The giants outside were quiet for a minute. I didn’t hear their hands roving around anymore either. “What a shame,” the female voice said, a bit more muted than before. “I really wanted to meet one. But I don’t want it to be frightened of me either. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt it.” 

“Just because you wouldn’t doesn’t mean somebody else won’t. You heard what happened, didn’t you?” 

“What?” 

“About Trent? The real reason he got expelled? The administrators are trying to cover it up, but apparently a few students witnessed the commotion. He actually ate the human student. Swallowed it whole and alive. That’s why Mr. Henderson throttled him so badly, to make him vomit the poor creature back up.” 

“That’s dreadful! What a barbaric thing to do!” 

“I always thought that Trent was a creep. That story just confirms it.” 

Listening to those disembodied voices talk about me, oblivious to my presence, made me feel strange. I hadn’t fully considered how much the giant students had really interacted with humans, or how humans were perceived among them. What Mr. Henderson had told me, about the importance of my being here, made more sense now. Most of their knowledge was secondhand and likely ill-informed, judging by how they referred to me as an “it.” There wasn’t any malice in their wording, though, just ignorance and curiosity. 

I debated whether I should come out and introduce myself. I didn’t think there was any danger of them hurting me, and they seemed eager to meet a human for the first time. Even so, the thought of being surrounded by three huge giants, their attention all on me, was deeply intimidating. Just thinking about it made my heart race, my lungs gasp, and my skin perspire. I was still afraid. I just couldn’t do it. I’d rather stay locked inside forever than have to stand up to giants again. I was ashamed of my cowardice, but fear ultimately won out, and I stayed in place, hidden. My resolve to be braver and make friends slipped away as quickly as it had come, leaving me with nothing but a sad emptiness. 

“My gramps claims he used to have a pet human, a long time ago. He said it ran away though. He never found out what happened to it.” 

“Isn’t that illegal?” 

“Yeah, but who’s gonna find out and report it? The human?” 

I found this topic of conversation disturbing, to say the least. They continued to chat with each other for a while, going off on tangents, as I listened in and gathered information. Eventually, the giants started to get bored of waiting. 

“Oh well, I guess the human’s not coming back anytime soon. I wonder where it’s at right now.” 

“If it’s even still attending this school. I mean, would you want to stay here if you got eaten alive by one of your classmates?” 

“Its personal belongings are still here though. Remember the tiny little backpack we saw? And if you look closely, there’s other stuff in there too! It’s definitely still living in here!” The voice sounded excited by this revelation. 

“You’re probably right, but wherever the human is now, it’s not here. Let’s go.” Murmurs of agreement followed, and I heard the loud crash of the roof being closed. I waited until their thundering footsteps faded away before I dared to come out again. I was breathing hard, and it took a while for me to calm down. I urgently needed to speak with Mr. Henderson about getting a lock for the roof, but I figured he probably wouldn’t be back on campus until Monday. My nerves couldn’t handle these unannounced interruptions. I hated the idea that anyone with malicious intent could just pop it open, at any time, and snatch me up. I had no privacy and no safety. What if I got kidnapped in the middle of the night? 

That night, instead of sleeping in my bed, I slumbered on one of the couches in the communal area. The couches were close to the kitchen, so I would have at least a chance to run and hide to my secret space if I had little to no warning of an intruder. Although nobody else bothered me that evening, I didn’t sleep well at all. I tossed and turned all night and woke up in a cold sweat at the slightest sound. My nights from now on were going to be rough. 

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Standard Gravel Bike

A standard gravel bike is designed to bridge the gap between road and mountain bikes, offering versatility for a wide range of terrains and riding conditions. With a focus on durability, comfort, and performance, gravel bikes have become increasingly popular among cyclists who seek adventure and the ability to tackle mixed surfaces. Here’s a detailed overview of a standard gravel bike, including its design features, components, benefits, and market trends.

1. Design and Build: Gravel bikes are engineered to handle a variety of surfaces, including paved roads, gravel paths, and rugged trails. They typically feature a frame design that combines elements from both road and mountain bikes. The frame is often made from materials like aluminum, steel, or carbon fiber, each offering a different balance of weight, durability, and cost.

Frame Geometry: Gravel bike frames have a relaxed geometry compared to road bikes, with a longer wheelbase and slacker angles. This design enhances stability and comfort over rough terrain, allowing for a smoother ride on uneven surfaces. The increased clearance between the wheels and frame accommodates wider tires, which are essential for off-road traction and comfort.  Fork: Gravel bike forks are usually designed with additional clearance to fit wider tires and may include features like mounting points for racks and fenders. Some gravel bikes also come with suspension forks or front shock absorbers to further improve comfort and control on rough trails.

2. Components: Tires: One of the defining features of a gravel bike is its wide tires, which typically range from 35mm to 50mm in width. These tires offer enhanced grip and stability on loose or uneven surfaces. Gravel bikes often come with tubeless-ready rims, allowing for the use of tubeless tires that reduce the risk of flats and improve traction. Drivetrain: Gravel bikes usually feature a wide-range drivetrain with either a 1x or 2x setup. A 1x drivetrain has a single front chainring paired with a wide-range cassette, simplifying gear shifting and reducing weight. A 2x setup includes two front chainrings for a broader range of gears, which can be beneficial for varied terrain. Brakes: Disc brakes are standard on gravel bikes, providing reliable stopping power in all weather conditions. Mechanical disc brakes are common on entry-level models, while hydraulic disc brakes offer superior modulation and stopping power on higher-end bikes. Handlebars: Gravel bikes often use flared drop bars, which provide a more comfortable hand position and improved control on rough terrain. The flare allows riders to adopt a wider stance, which enhances stability during descents and technical sections.

3. Benefits: Versatility: Gravel bikes excel in their ability to handle a variety of surfaces, making them suitable for long-distance touring, commuting, and off-road adventures. This versatility allows riders to explore diverse terrains without needing multiple bikes.  Comfort: The relaxed geometry and wider tires of gravel bikes contribute to a more comfortable ride compared to traditional road bikes. The increased tire volume absorbs shocks from rough surfaces, reducing rider fatigue over long distances. Durability: Gravel bikes are built to withstand the rigors of mixed-terrain riding. The robust frame and components are designed to handle rough conditions and resist wear and tear, ensuring longevity and reliability.

4. Market Trends: Gravel bikes are experiencing growing popularity as more cyclists seek adventure and diverse riding experiences. Manufacturers are continually innovating, incorporating features such as carbon fiber frames, integrated storage solutions, and advanced suspension systems to enhance the gravel biking experience. The trend towards bikepacking and long-distance gravel riding has also contributed to the rise of these versatile bikes.

5. Challenges: One challenge for gravel bikes is their higher cost compared to entry-level road or mountain bikes. The specialized components and materials used in gravel bikes can be more expensive. Additionally, the wide range of models and specifications can make it challenging for new buyers to choose the right bike for their needs.

In conclusion, a standard gravel bike is a versatile and durable option for cyclists who want to tackle a variety of terrains. With its blend of road bike efficiency and mountain bike ruggedness, it offers a comfortable and capable riding experience for both adventure and everyday use. As the market for gravel bikes continues to evolve, advancements in technology and design will likely enhance their performance and appeal to an even broader range of riders.

[willpaul229]

Top 10 Items to Look for at Gym Auctions

Gym auctions offer a treasure trove of equipment for fitness enthusiasts, personal trainers, and gym owners. These events are a great way to acquire high-quality gear at a fraction of the retail cost, especially when gyms are undergoing liquidation. If you’re in the market for gym equipment, here’s a list of the top 10 items to look for at gym auctions, ensuring you get the most bang for your buck.

 1. Treadmills

Treadmills are a staple in any fitness facility, making them a hot item at gym auctions. Look for commercial-grade models with robust motors, a variety of incline settings, and advanced features like heart rate monitors and interactive screens. These can be found at a fraction of their original cost during gym liquidation sales.

 2. Ellipticals

Ellipticals provide a low-impact cardiovascular workout, making them a popular choice for both gyms and home fitness setups. High-end ellipticals from reputable brands can be expensive, but gym auctions offer a chance to purchase them at a steep discount. Check for machines with adjustable resistance levels and smooth, quiet operation.

 3. Strength Training Equipment

Strength training equipment, including free weights, barbells, and weight benches, is a must-have for any serious gym-goer. Auction lots often include a wide range of strength equipment, from dumbbells to squat racks. Be sure to inspect the condition of the equipment, as heavily used items may show signs of wear.

 4. Stationary Bikes

Stationary bikes are another essential piece of cardio equipment often found at gym auctions. Spin bikes, recumbent bikes, and upright bikes are all available, with spin bikes being particularly popular due to the rise of cycling classes. Look for bikes with adjustable resistance and comfortable seating.

 5. Rowing Machines

Rowing machines offer a full-body workout and are highly sought after at gym auctions. High-quality models from brands like Concept2 are durable and provide a smooth rowing experience. They’re a great addition to any home gym or fitness studio, offering both cardio and strength benefits.

 6. Functional Trainers

Functional trainers, also known as cable machines, are versatile pieces of equipment that allow for a wide range of exercises. They’re ideal for strength training and rehabilitation, making them a valuable find at gym auctions. Look for machines with multiple pulley positions and attachments for different exercises.

 7. Exercise Mats

Exercise mats might seem like a minor item, but they’re essential for a comfortable workout experience, particularly for floor exercises like yoga, Pilates, or stretching. High-quality mats from gym liquidations are often durable and offer better cushioning compared to standard consumer mats.

 8. Kettlebells

Kettlebells are a favorite for functional training, providing a versatile tool for strength and cardio workouts. At gym auctions, you can often find a range of kettlebell weights available in sets. Ensure they are in good condition, with no cracks or significant wear, as they can be costly to replace.

 9. Group Fitness Equipment

Group fitness classes require a variety of specialized equipment, such as steps, resistance bands, and medicine balls. These items often come in bulk at gym auctions, making them a great value purchase. Stocking up on these items can be especially beneficial for personal trainers or those running fitness classes.

 10. Commercial-Grade Flooring

Finally, consider bidding on commercial-grade gym flooring. High-quality rubber flooring is essential for any fitness space, providing a durable, non-slip surface that protects both the floor and the equipment. This is often overlooked but can be an excellent investment, especially when obtained through gym liquidation sales.

 Conclusion

Attending gym auctions is an excellent way to equip your home gym or commercial fitness facility with top-tier equipment without breaking the bank. By focusing on these top 10 items, from treadmills and ellipticals to functional trainers and commercial-grade flooring, you can find quality gear at competitive prices. Keep an eye out for auctions during gym liquidation events, as they offer the best opportunities to score premium equipment at a fraction of the cost. Happy bidding!

[williamhammel]

Car Shipping Companies Gladly Transport Even Cheap Motorcycles

Don’t Say Cheap Motorcycles, Say You Love Motorcycles!

For many motorcycle enthusiasts, their bikes are more than just a mode of transportation – they're cherished companions on the open road. Whether you've meticulously restored a vintage cafe racer or proudly own a fuel-efficient commuter bike, your motorcycle holds a special place in your heart. So, what happens when you need to relocate and taking your trusty steed along isn't an option? Fear not, motorcycle owners! Car shipping companies are here to ensure your precious two-wheeled companion arrives safely at your new destination, regardless of its price tag.

The Challenge of Long-Distance Motorcycle Transport

The freedom of cruising down a scenic highway is really exhilarating, but riding your motorcycle across long distances, especially in unfamiliar territory, can be nerve-racking. Factors like weather conditions, traffic fatigue, and potential mechanical issues can quickly turn an adventure into a stressful ordeal. Not to mention, wear and tear on your motorcycle can add up on a long journey.

Car Shipping Companies: Your Motorcycle's Safe Passage

This is where car shipping companies step in as heroes for motorcycle owners on the move. Contrary to popular belief, these companies aren't just for transporting luxury cars. Many reputable car shipping companies specialize in motorbike transportation, even cheap motorcycles, offering a secure and convenient solution for getting your bike to its new home.

Here's why car shipping companies are a great option for transporting your motorcycle, even if it's on the less expensive side:

Safety and Security:  Car shipping companies prioritize the safe transport of all vehicles in their care. They utilize specialized equipment like enclosed trailers or motorcycle crates to shield your bike from the elements, road debris, and potential theft.

Convenience:  Imagine the time and effort saved by not having to ride your motorcycle hundreds or even thousands of miles. Car shipping companies handle the logistics, allowing you to focus on the important aspects of your relocation.

Variety of Shipping Options:  Many car shipping companies offer a range of shipping options to suit your needs and budget. You can choose between open-air or enclosed transport, door-to-door delivery, or terminal pick-up.

Insurance Protection:  Most car shipping companies provide insurance coverage for your motorcycle during transport. This gives you peace of mind knowing your investment is protected in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Nationwide Coverage:  Reputable car shipping companies have established networks that allow them to transport your motorcycle to any location within the country. So, whether you're moving across town or across the country, you can rest assured your bike will arrive safely.

Finding the Right Car Shipping Company for Your Cheap Motorcycle

With a plethora of car shipping companies vying for your business, choosing the right one is crucial. Here are some key factors to consider when making your decision:

Reputation and Reviews:  Research the company's reputation by reading online reviews and testimonials from past customers. Look for companies with a proven track record of providing safe and reliable motorcycle transport.

Experience with Motorcycles:  While most car shipping companies can handle motorcycles, some specialize in motorcycle transport. These companies often have dedicated equipment and experienced staff for handling your bike with care.

Pricing and Transparency:  Get quotes from multiple companies to compare pricing and services offered. Be wary of quotes that seem too good to be true, and make sure the company clearly outlines all associated costs, including insurance and any potential hidden fees.

Communication and Customer Service:  Choose a company that prioritizes clear communication throughout the shipping process. Look for companies that offer readily available customer service representatives to address your questions and concerns.

Preparing Your Cheap Motorcycles for Shipping

Once you've chosen a reputable car shipping company, it's time to prepare your motorcycle for its journey. Here are some essential steps:

Drain Fluids: Depending on the company's policies, you might need to drain certain fluids like oil and gasoline from your motorcycle before shipping.

Disconnect the Battery: Disconnecting the battery prevents electrical issues during transport.

Secure Loose Parts: Tighten any loose parts on your motorcycle, such as handlebars and mirrors, to prevent them from getting damaged during transport.

Detailed Inspection:  Document the condition of your motorcycle with photos or a video before handing it over to the shipping company. This will help address any potential damage claims upon arrival.

The Final Ride: Your Motorcycle Arrives Safely at its New Home

With your motorcycle in the capable hands of a car shipping company, you can relax and focus on settling into your new location. Once your bike arrives, carefully inspect it for any damage and report any issues to the shipping company immediately. By choosing car shipping companies, motorcycle owners, regardless of their bike's value, can ensure their beloved two-wheeled companions arrive safely and securely at their new destinations. 

Don’t treat your bikes as cheap motorcycles because of their price tag, treat them as something very special, after all, their still roadworthy vehicles that will take you to your destination.

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Conquer Compact Spaces: Your Guide to Vertical Bike Racks

Cyclists know the struggle of limited storage space. Bikes, while amazing companions for exploration and exercise, can take up a surprising amount of real estate. If you're grappling with a cluttered garage or a cramped apartment balcony, fret no more! Vertical bike racks offer a space-saving solution to keep your trusty steeds organized and accessible.

Taking Advantage of Vertical Space:

Vertical bike racks, as the name suggests, utilize the often-neglected vertical space in your home or garage. They come in various styles, each with its own advantages:

Vertical Bike Rack Hitch: This rack mounts onto your car's hitch receiver, allowing you to transport multiple bikes conveniently. Look for options like the Avion Bike Rack, known for its secure hold and user-friendly design.

Vertical Bike Racks (Wall-Mounted): These racks screw directly into your wall, maximizing floor space. They're perfect for garages, sheds, or even balconies with sturdy walls.

Bike Rack Vertical (Freestanding): Freestanding vertical racks offer portability and flexibility. They're ideal for renters or those who need to move their bike storage solution around occasionally.

Choosing the Right Vertical Bike Rack:

Here are some key factors to consider when selecting the perfect vertical bike rack:

Number of Bikes: Choose a rack that can accommodate all your bicycles comfortably. Some racks hold just one bike, while others can handle several.

Bike Style: Not all vertical racks are created equal. Ensure the rack you choose is compatible with your bike's frame style (road bike, mountain bike, etc.).

Available Space: Measure your available wall space or hitch clearance to ensure the rack you choose fits comfortably.

Material and Durability: Look for racks made from sturdy materials like steel or aluminum. Consider features like weatherproofing for outdoor use.

Beyond Space-Saving:

Vertical bike racks offer numerous advantages beyond maximizing space:

Improved Organization: Keeping bikes upright keeps them from cluttering walkways and allows for easier access.

Protection: Vertical racks often minimize bike-to-bike contact, reducing the risk of scratches and dings.

Easy Access: Many vertical racks allow for quick and effortless retrieval of your bike when you're ready to ride.

So, ditch the leaning towers of bicycles and embrace the world of vertical bike racks! With a variety of options available, like the versatile Avion Bike Rack, you can find the perfect solution to store your bikes securely and efficiently, no matter your space limitations. Happy riding!

[abodechronicles]

Designing a Cozy Urban Retreat: Tips for Small Space Living

Creating a welcoming sanctuary at home is crucial for wellbeing when living in an urban area. The good news is that even the smallest city spaces can be transformed into peaceful retreats with the right design strategies. Here are expert tips for fashioning an urban oasis:

Embrace Multifunctional Furniture

Furniture that adapts to serve different needs is essential in tight quarters. Murphy beds, convertible coffee tables, nesting tables, and storage ottomans maximize flexibility. Custom built-in storage and seating also streamlines space.

Choose Lightweight, Neutral Furniture

Stick to furniture with slim, leggy profiles to maintain an airy aesthetic in compact rooms. Upholstered pieces should have light neutral fabrics like linen that breathe well in smaller spaces.

Incorporate Natural Elements

Connecting to nature fosters tranquility. Add living plants, woven accents, natural fiber rugs, and reclaimed wood finishes. An urban garden on a balcony or windowsill also introduces nature.

Install Creative Storage

Make the most of every inch with customized storage solutions. Use wall space for floating shelves, mount bike racks or pegboards for tools. Under-bed drawers offer out-of-sight storage.

Multi-task Lighting

Layer lighting to set various moods and serve different functions. Ambient fixtures provide overall illumination while task lighting aids specific activities. Portable lamps add flexibility.

Define Separate Zones

Use area rugs, distinct seating arrangements, lighting and decor to delineate different zones in open concept spaces. This allows multiple functions without walls dividing rooms.

Soundproof Strategically

Muffle urban noise by mounting acoustic foam panels and add soft furnishings like rugs, curtains and upholstered furniture. White noise machines can also mask outside sounds.

Display Art Creatively

Make use of awkward small wall spaces to hang art and create gallery walls. Lean large pieces against walls. Opt for mirrors to visually expand tight spaces.

[urbanabodechronicles]

Designing a Cozy Urban Retreat: Tips for Small Space Living

Creating a welcoming sanctuary at home is crucial for wellbeing when living in an urban area. The good news is that even the smallest city spaces can be transformed into peaceful retreats with the right design strategies. Here are expert tips for fashioning an urban oasis:

Embrace Multifunctional Furniture

Furniture that adapts to serve different needs is essential in tight quarters. Murphy beds, convertible coffee tables, nesting tables, and storage ottomans maximize flexibility. Custom built-in storage and seating also streamlines space.

Choose Lightweight, Neutral Furniture

Stick to furniture with slim, leggy profiles to maintain an airy aesthetic in compact rooms. Upholstered pieces should have light neutral fabrics like linen that breathe well in smaller spaces.

Incorporate Natural Elements

Connecting to nature fosters tranquility. Add living plants, woven accents, natural fiber rugs, and reclaimed wood finishes. An urban garden on a balcony or windowsill also introduces nature.

Install Creative Storage

Make the most of every inch with customized storage solutions. Use wall space for floating shelves, mount bike racks or pegboards for tools. Under-bed drawers offer out-of-sight storage.

Multi-task Lighting

Layer lighting to set various moods and serve different functions. Ambient fixtures provide overall illumination while task lighting aids specific activities. Portable lamps add flexibility.

Define Separate Zones

Use area rugs, distinct seating arrangements, lighting and decor to delineate different zones in open concept spaces. This allows multiple functions without walls dividing rooms.

Soundproof Strategically

Muffle urban noise by mounting acoustic foam panels and add soft furnishings like rugs, curtains and upholstered furniture. White noise machines can also mask outside sounds.

Display Art Creatively

Make use of awkward small wall spaces to hang art and create gallery walls. Lean large pieces against walls. Opt for mirrors to visually expand tight spaces.

Add Personal Touches

Fill your retreat with favorite photos, collected treasures and meaningful artwork. Candles, cozy throws, and fresh flowers add warmth. Display special items instead of stashing them away.

With some creativity and functionality, even the humblest urban dwelling can become a cherished haven away from the bustling city streets. Build in elements that nourish the senses and speak to your personality.

[danielkamensky]

Pedal Through Paradise: Discovering America's National Parks by Bike

National parks have long been cherished as some of the most spectacular natural wonders in the United States. From the towering peaks of the Rocky Mountains to the lush forests of the Smoky Mountains, these protected areas offer a haven for nature enthusiasts and adventure seekers alike. While hiking and camping have traditionally been popular ways to explore these national treasures, an increasingly popular and eco-friendly option is emerging: biking. In this article, we will delve into the world of biking through national parks, a thrilling and sustainable way to uncover hidden gems in these natural wonders.

The Allure of Biking in National Parks

Biking through national parks provides a unique and exhilarating perspective. It allows you to cover more ground than hiking while immersing yourself in these pristine landscapes' sights, sounds and smells. Here are some reasons why more and more people are opting for bikes over hiking boots:

1. Speed and Accessibility

Biking offers faster transportation than walking, enabling you to explore more significant park areas in a single day. This means you can visit multiple attractions, viewpoints, and trails in less time. Biking also provides access to remote areas that may be challenging to reach on foot, expanding your horizons and opening up new adventures.

2. Eco-Friendly Exploration

One of the most significant advantages of biking in national parks is its minimal environmental impact. Bikes produce no emissions and leave a significantly smaller carbon footprint than gas-guzzling vehicles. Exploring parks on two wheels contributes to preserving these natural wonders for future generations.

3. Closer Encounters with Wildlife

The quiet and non-threatening nature of biking allows you to get closer to wildlife. You'll have a better chance of spotting animals in their natural habitats without disturbing them. Remember to follow park regulations and maintain a safe distance from wildlife for your safety and theirs.

Gear Up: What You Need for a National Park Bike Adventure

Before embarking on your national park biking adventure, being well-prepared is crucial. Here's a list of essential gear and tips to ensure a safe and enjoyable journey:

1. Suitable Bike: Choose a bike suitable for the terrain in the park. Mountain bikes are ideal for rugged trails, while hybrid or touring bikes are better for smoother surfaces.

2. Safety Gear: Remember your helmet! Safety is paramount, and wearing a helmet can prevent serious injuries. Pack gloves, knee and elbow pads, and reflective clothing for visibility.

3. Bike Accessories: Equip your bike with essentials like a water bottle holder, bike rack, and panniers or saddlebags to carry gear, snacks, and water.

4. Maps and GPS: Familiarize yourself with park maps and bring a GPS device or smartphone with GPS capabilities to ensure you stay aware of the situation.

5. Maintenance Tools: Carry essential bike maintenance tools such as a tire pump, spare inner tube, and a multi-tool for on-the-go repairs.

6. Water and Snacks: Staying hydrated is crucial, so carry enough water for your ride. Pack energy-boosting snacks like granola bars, nuts, and fruit.

7. First-Aid Kit: A basic first-aid kit can be a lifesaver in case of minor injuries or accidents.

Choosing the Right National Park

Not all national parks are created equal when it comes to biking opportunities. Some parks offer extensive bike trails and scenic routes, while others have limited options due to safety concerns or sensitive ecosystems. Here are a few national parks known for their excellent biking opportunities:

1. Acadia National Park, Maine: Known for its stunning coastal views, Acadia offers a network of carriage roads specifically designed for biking. These well-maintained gravel roads wind through forests and lakeshores, providing a picturesque backdrop for your ride.

2. Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah: This park offers challenging mountain biking trails with breathtaking vistas of its famous hoodoos and red rock formations. The Under-the-Rim Trail and Thunder Mountain Trail are famous for bikers seeking an adrenaline rush.

3. Cuyahoga Valley National Park, Ohio: With more than 125 miles of biking trails, Cuyahoga Valley National Park is a cyclist's dream. The Ohio & Erie Canal Towpath Trail is a favorite, offering a scenic journey through forests, wetlands, and historical sites.

4. Great Smoky Mountains National Park, North Carolina/Tennessee: The Cades Cove Loop Road is a picturesque 11-mile one-way road open to bikers on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It takes you through a lush valley surrounded by mountains and provides excellent wildlife viewing opportunities.

5. Glacier National Park, Montana: For experienced mountain bikers, the Going-to-the-Sun Road offers a challenging ride with stunning alpine scenery. Be prepared for steep climbs and thrilling descents as you traverse this iconic route.

Respect and Preserve

While biking in national parks can be a thrilling adventure, it's essential to remember that these natural wonders are protected for a reason. Follow Leave No Trace principles, stay on designated trails, and respect park regulations to minimize your impact on the environment. Doing so will help preserve these hidden gems for future generations to enjoy.

Exploring national parks by bike offers a unique and sustainable way to uncover hidden gems in these natural wonders. It provides a faster means of transportation, allows for closer encounters with wildlife, and leaves a minimal environmental footprint. By gearing up with the right equipment and choosing a suitable national park, you can embark on a memorable biking adventure while contributing to the preservation of these spectacular landscapes. So, grab your bike, pack your gear, and pedal through the awe-inspiring beauty of America's national parks.

[syncroau]

How can we estimate Van Storage costs?

Estimating van storage costs involves considering several factors related to the type of storage system you need, the size of your van, and any customization or accessories you require.

Here's a step-by-step guide to help you estimate van storage costs:

Define Your Needs:

Determine the purpose of your van storage. Is it for work tools and equipment, recreational gear, or general cargo?

Make a list of items you need to store, their sizes, and their weight. This will help you calculate the required storage space and weight capacity.

Choose Storage Solutions:

Research and select the type of van storage solutions you need. Common options include shelving units, drawers, cabinets, bins, roof racks, and specialized racks for specific items like ladders or bikes.

Consider whether you want a pre-made, modular storage system or a custom-built solution. Customization may cost more but can better suit your specific needs.

Determine Size and Quantity:

Measure the interior dimensions of your van, including height, width, and depth. This will help you choose storage units that fit well.

Determine how many storage units or accessories you need based on your item list and layout plan.

Research Costs:

Research suppliers and brands of van storage solutions. Prices can vary widely depending on the manufacturer, materials, and features.

Request price quotes or browse online marketplaces to get an idea of the cost of the storage components you want.

Factor in Installation:

Consider whether you'll install the storage system yourself or hire a professional. Installation costs can vary depending on complexity and your DIY skills.

Account for Accessories:

If you require accessories like locks, dividers, or additional mounting hardware, include their costs in your estimate.

Consider Customization:

Customization often involves additional costs. If you have unique storage requirements, be prepared for higher expenses.

Include Taxes and Shipping:

Don't forget to account for sales tax and shipping costs when estimating the total expenses.

Budget for Extras:

Plan for unexpected expenses or extra features you might want, such as lighting, electrical outlets, or insulation.

Compare Quotes:

If you're working with multiple suppliers or considering different storage options, compare quotes and features to find the best value for your needs.

Calculate the Total Cost:

Sum up the costs of all storage units, accessories, installation (if applicable), taxes, and shipping to arrive at the total estimated cost.

Contingency: Add a contingency budget of about 10% of your total estimated cost to account for unexpected expenses or changes in your requirements.

Remember that van storage costs can vary significantly based on factors like the size and make of your van, the quality of the storage units, and the complexity of the installation. It's essential to balance your budget with your storage needs to create an efficient and cost-effective solution.