#whizzy speaks

[spishidden]

at least in the English-language fandom, a lot of the shipping comes from the lore (for example, Whizzy and Swifty were originally written as a couple before that was retconned, while Momo and Prim have the Momary backstory), though some just comes from parallels between the particular marbles/their teams that could make for interesting interactions (Hazy and Snowflake comes from being ex-captains who quit their teams) and some comes from particular past events! hope that clarifies things

I didn’t know that about Whizzy and Swiftly! And yea the dynamic thing I assumed would be the case fir most of the ships.

This is giving me more insensitive to read through Project Marblearth aljsksjsjs. I rlly need to set time aside to dig through all the retroll perspectives.

Speaking of, is there a favorite? Any in specific that I should check out first? That would help prioritize where to start cause there are SO MANY teams to read through

[broadwaythots]

LOVE YOU

-Whizzy💞💞

[signals-over-the-air]

I go to a public high school filled with fuckboys, I saw this post a long time ago and I’ve been using the Murder Strut ever since my freshman year. I can 100% guarantee it works

[starrysence]

this just in: @tongue-blep-tommy witnesses my failure to spell d_____ (im not even gonna try sorry)

[trashcanarcana-archive]

@bondchained​ keeps liking things & hey fam i see u

“hey there, adachi-san.”

[its-all-ineffable]

Guys, I don't know how, but I have reached 900 followers on this blog!😱😍

I know, it's INSANE! I don't know why you've all followed me, and why you've stayed, but I want you to know that I appreciate each and every one of you. You are all so great, even those of you who I've never spoken to, and I'm incredibly endeared that you've all taken the time to follow me and interact with my posts.

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I don't know if you guys want me to do a celebration thing, but if you do let me know (and maybe give me some ideas).

[pleasereadmeok]

Matthew scene by scene in  season 3

Episode 5 Scene 3  - What the hell’s going on in here?  

If you haven’t read these before don’t expect any other character arcs - forget it.  Matthew all the way here. AND this is distinctly ‘shallow end’ stuff that is not to be taken too seriously.

SPOILERS if you haven’t seen episode 5!  

Matthew is doing daddy duties with ....  um actually we don’t see it so he could be cooing and emoting to an empty cradle.  Top job.  He looks like he’s in love with that baby mattress. 

Despite the mattress love - Matthew still has time to be daddy to baby Jack.  Matthew is clearly pleased that Jack is bonding with Great, Great Grannie Ysabeau.  I’m still not sure about the number of ‘greats’ - I had to draw a diagram and everything. 🤦  Anyway coz Matthew is technically baby Jack’s Great Grandfather it’s all a bit confusing.  Now my head hurts.

Matthew does that slow swaggery walk that he does. 🥵

Goodey seriously needs to be in a Western movie.  Oh help.  Now I have mental image of that.  Leather chaps! 🥵

Jack is worried about Benjie going AWOL 

“Benjamin wouldn’t dare to set foot on de Clermont territory.”  Are you really sure about that Matthew?   Baby Jack is more worried about the twins and he’s feeling guilty about not killing Benjie when he might have had the chance. Daddy Matthew is about to do some reassuring but... 😱

BLOOD!  They both smell it.  Matthew dashes off - ordering Jack to stay with Philip (or the empty cradle - we know). 

Matthew does the whizzy vamp dash to Diana.  He smells her blood and thinks the worst, but instead he finds Diana, Marthe and the other borrowed baby.  

OMG - Matthew has his cranky pants on again!  The way he says “Marthe” drips with menace.  “I’d like to speak with Diana alone.” 😱

There’s some loud sucky noises - blimey that borrowed baby has a powerful suck for a little one.   

“What are you doing?”

Obvious mate.  Feeding one of the borrowed babies your daughter.

Diana is determined coz she’s giving her daughter what she needs.  

Oh crap - Matthew’s talking s l o w l y again - that always means trouble.  

“There. Is. A. Reason. Why. We. Do. Not. Turn. Children. Into. Vampires.”  FFS Matthew - you’re an intelligent person - that is NOT what is happening here.  Becca came to you this way. 

But then we get to the REAL reason Matthew is so worried.  His biggest fear.  What if Becca has inherited his blood rage?  “You can’t reason with a two year old in a killing rage!”  Yes just look at this cutie and imagine it.  Yep,Matthew, she’s a born killer.  She could kill you with that cute smile.  🤦🏻‍♂️

Diana is the voice of reason.  They will deal with it.  She’ll temporarily spellbind Becca if necessary.  OMG Matthew still has the cranky pants on coz he doesn’t want his kids treated like Diana was.  OH that’s LOW!  Take that back! 

And just think of the MESS with all that spider thread stuff.  Luckily, as usual, Matthew’s drama is over.    “That was uncalled for.”  YES it was!  

They’ll do what they have to do to protect the babies.  Of course they will. 

Let’s move on to the next drama but not before some cute father son stuff. 

Next up: Not that simple. 

📷 ADOW S3:05 unedited screenshots]

[turtle-steverogers]

hi mikey i know ur answering pride asks rn but i was wondering what ur thoughts are on stevebucky as parents?? idk it's just been on my mind (ps ur Lou Ann the bunny hcs are chefs kiss beautiful😢)

OH BOY OH BOY ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY FUCKING LANGUAGE

(also fr i love getting any kinds of asks omg)

but fr kid fics and single parent aus are my SHIT. i actually have a few ideas in mind for like a total au fic for parent stucky and also a shrunkyclunks fic w cap steve x modern dad bucky

buT ANYHOW ummm ima just skip an excerpt from my shrunkyclunks fic that features bucky's child jake (who is an oc that @technically-whizzy and i made up):

“--All good here. We’re at The Mall in Washington DC and we’re safe. A car backfired and it made a really loud noise, but that’s all it was. We’re safe.”

Steve lifts his head, teeth chattering and shoulders trembling as he latches onto the voice that had brought him down to earth. It’s the man from the museum-- Bucky, Steve remembers. He blinks rapidly and unfolds himself, flushing as he realizes people are staring. Bucky is sitting cross legged in front of him, blocking him from view and warding away the worst of the scrutinizing glances. Gratitude fills Steve’s chest.

Jake is sitting on Steve’s other side, looking between Bucky and Steve with wide eyes. His little hands are holding clumps of grass and he’s tearing at the spades, clearly anxious. He isn’t saying a word-- probably realizing that it’s a serious situation. Kids are receptive as hell.

Bucky isn’t talking anymore, having trailed off when he saw Steve crawl back to awareness.

“Hey, you with me?” Bucky asks.

Steve swallows and glances down at his hands. They look far away-- like he’s watching the world through one of Sam’s video games, darkness seeping in at the edges after he takes a hit.

“Um, yeah,” he says, because at least he isn’t panicking anymore.

Bucky nods and leans back on his hands, opening his body language. Steve finds himself relaxing in the face of it, instinctively falling into the pull of calm confidence that Bucky exudes.

“Glad to hear it,” Bucky says easily.

“Um,” Steve swallows and looks around, trying to ground himself back to the rest of reality. “I’m sorry about that… thank you.”

Bucky shakes his head. “No sorries,” he says. “I know how much those suck. It’s no problem, really.”

There’s an implication there that has Steve looking at Bucky again, a kinship running between them. It’s nice, he thinks, to feel seen.

“Dad, can I hug Steve now?” Jake asks and both men look at him.

“Why don’t you ask Steve?” Bucky says gently.

Jake twists to look at Steve. “Can I hug you? Dad always hugs me when I feel scared.”

Steve just barely manages not to let his eyes well with tears. “Sure,” he says and laughs wetly when Jake stands and carefully hugs his arms around Steve’s neck. “Better already, kiddo. Thank you.”

Jake beams.

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anyway yah in conclusion: dad stucky is my SHIT i love it sm

[sourpiixels]

i have no clue what falsettos is about and it's fucking with me. like. i think i saw somethin about jews. but it might also be about gays. so it might be about jewish gays. but then i saw a photo where they play tennis. so i'm confused my ultimate conclusion is that it's about jewish tennis players who fall in love and are gay. but then ohh nnoooooo poor weezer gets a bad case of the flu and fucking dies in the middle of their tennis victory party/bar mitzvah ohh nnnoooooo

[signals-over-the-air]

props props props and set building yEET

If you’re a drama geek that works in lighting, sound, stage managing, directing, costuming, or any other tech stuff, reblog this!

I want to find my people.

[somedayonbroadway]

hey! I love the BH6 au so much!! is there any way you could write the scene where crutchie finds out that jack built baymax for him??

Hey! Yes absolutely! So glad you asked! This is one of my favorite rps!

This is just a quick draft! I hope you like it! It takes place just after the battle on the island!

“Your blood pressure is elevated. You are distressed.”

“I’m fine,” Crutchie hissed, typing frantically at the keys of his computer. He grabbed at Baymax’s helmet, rushing over to put it back on the robot. “There. Is it working now?”

“My sensor is operational.”

“Good.” The boy was cold. Not only physically. He couldn’t feel anything for a moment. It was like he was going numb. He reached forward towards Baymax’s access port. He tapped on it, expecting him to open.

It didn’t.

“What?” he mumbled, tapping harder on the thing.

It still wouldn’t open.

“Are you going to remove my healthcare chip?”

Still not letting up, Charlie reached to click off the robot’s armor and practically pounded on him. “Yes!” he confirmed, not about to lie to the thing. He didn’t know why. It felt wrong.

Everything felt wrong.

“Is this what Jack would’ve wanted?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“No, Baymax… it ain’t what Jack woulda wanted…��� a voice spoke up from behind the boy. Charlie whirled around, shock evident on his face. He found Race, leaning up against the side of his open garage, watching him with unshed and a small scowl on his face.

Words didn’t come easily. Charlie froze, just for a moment, when Race looked at him like that. Like Charlie has stolen something from him and then thrown it away. “What are you doin’ here?” he asked, rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand.

A scoff escaped the older boy. “Ya left me n’ your only other friends stranded on an island,” he recalled, shrugging and shaking his head. “Al’s brothers sent a helicopter. We drew straws ta figure out who had ta talk ta you. I lost,” he stated blatantly.

He hadn’t always been this way. At least, not in the short time Crutchie had known him while Jack was alive.

Race had been happy. He’d been fun and kind and so happy.

Not anymore.

Not since…

“We never agreed on hurtin’ no one, Crutch… I know—“

“You don’t know, Race!” Charlie cried, letting the tears fall down his face. “You don’t! That man killed my brother! The only person I had left! You don’t know what that feels like—“

“He was the only person I eva’ had, so don’t you dare tell me that I don’t know what it feels like!” Race shot back, pushing himself from the wall and taking a few meaningful steps forward as his eyes cut through the kid sharply. His voice practically boomed over the rain pouring down outside. And for once Crutchie didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t speak. He just watched the other kid raise up a finger and point directly at him. “You had people. Your parents. Jack. Medda.” Race blinked quick, trying to get control of himself. He couldn’t. “Newsflash kid, some people didn’t have that!”

The younger boy could only scowl, not daring to argue with his friend again after that. The truth was, he didn’t know much about Race at all. Only that he used to be the one standing next to Jack any time he could. Only that Jack often made a point to have him in some kind of subtle hold.

Jack loved touch. He believed it made people feel less alone in the world.

Baymax broke the silence. “Jack programmed me to heal the sick and injured.” And it only fueled the fire burning in Charlie’s chest.

“Jack isn’t here!” he cried, whirling around. He banged on the access port again, ready to turn this harmless, helpful creation into nothing more than a destructive robot.

But Race came up behind him, locking arms around his waist and throwing him to the ground as gently as he could. “You really don’t get it do you?!” he shouted, tears slowly trailing down his cheeks now. Angry, hot tears. “How can someone as smart as you be such a goddamn idiot?!”

“Move, Tony! Get out! This isn’t about you!”

“You’re right, it ain’t!” Tony agreed. “It’s actually about you!” At that, Crutchie paused. It was odd to hear that. And Race knew it. “Yell at me and turn on us all you want! But you can’t take Baymax with ya. He ain’t a killer—“

“He could be—“ Charlie tried to interrupt.

But Race didn’t want to hear it. “Would you stop tryin’ ta run your mouth and think for a second?! He built that thing for you!”

There was nothing anyone could’ve said, no other words in the world that could’ve been spoken in that moment, that made Crutchie feel anymore completely horrid. He froze, the statement hitting him in the gut with a ton of bricks. “Wh… what?”

For a moment, Race just stood there, glaring at him. And then he turned around to the robot behind him. “Baymax… play test entry number thirty-three,” he ordered.

The machine complied. It’s belly flickered you life as Race made his way around to stand behind Charlie who’s eyes widened when he saw the face of his brother smiling back at him.

“I’m Jack Kelly, this is the…” he paused and looked down at the small chart in his hand. He looked exhausted. “Thirty-third test of my robotics project.” He nodded to someone behind what must’ve been Baymax standing in front of him. And then reached closer to the camera to click a button.

Baymax powered up. And for a second, a look a hope filled Jack’s face until the lights shut off and the clear sound of electricity failing was heard.

Someone laughed. It wasn’t Jack.

“Oh, hush, Racer. I’ll have you know that this’s an improvement,” Jack stated as a flashlight clicked on and shone in the camera. And then Jack sighed. “I’m not givin’ up on you,” he muttered, as if he was talking to the robot itself. “People need you…”

Charlie felt his heart lurch. He’d longed to hear those words again, words that Jack had said to him countless times. He curled in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and sniffling as he heard Race sit down behind him.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept watching.

“Ya know, it ain’t too late ta change projects… you could build those fire gloves for Al,” the person who must’ve been Race joked from off camera.

It sounded different than the Race that Charlie had grown so accustomed to. He sounded bright. Happy. Like he had energy enough to take on the world.

Like the Race he’d only known for such a short while.

Jack shook his head. “God no,” he drawled out dramatically. “No one tell Al that I could actually do that. He’ll burn the building down.”

Crutchie winced.

So did Race.

A slightly younger, smiling Race walking in behind Jack as the lights came back on. “Look, I know you said this was important to you… so I’m fully supportive. But I will say that you promised me pizza two hours ago n’ I’m starvin’,” the boy grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Jack nodded. “Okay, fine. But I ain’t gonna change my mind about this. Baymax is gonna help a lot of people,” he defended, reaching out to wrap Race in a side hug. Race smiled and leaned into him.

Race sniffled and looked anywhere but at that monitor. He missed that touch. He missed that man.

“If you can get him to work,” Race snickered, nudging Jack with his shoulder.

Jack snorted but playfully shoved back, stepping closer to the robot and inspecting it carefully. “Look, I know it ain’t much now… but he’s for my little brother…”

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t that he’d expected Race to be lying. Not even that he didn’t trust him. It was just something entirely different to hear those words come from his big brother’s mouth.

“Ever since he was little, he had all these problems… when he was born, the doctors didn’t think he’d make it… n’ now with his leg…” Jack trailed off. He shook his head as Race smiled sadly behind him. “I just wish I could give him the world… but Baymax… Baymax might be able ta help… at least make walking a little easier,” he explained.

Nodding along, Race accepted that. “Baymax’ll be amazing, Jack… but ya gotta take a break n’ eat,” he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Plus… you owe me pizza.”

Jack shoved at the younger boy’s head and smirked before shutting the thing off.

The image froze on his face.

And Charlie could feel something warm in his chest. He felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He couldn’t help but lean into the older boy. “Jack Kelly was my best friend. And I want to find the masked man as much as you do… but we do this right, okay? Preferably without leavin’ your team stranded on a creepy island,” Race tried to joke. “Deal?”

With a small nod, Crutchie agreed, never taking his eyes off of his brother’s. “Deal…”

“Okay… then let’s get the bastard.”

There you have it! Just a little snippet! Hope you guys all enjoyed it! Thank you so much, @technically-whizzy!

For more of my Big Hero 6 RP, click here and let me know if there are any other scenes you’d love to see!

[jack-kellys]

hey y’all so this is the fic I wrote for Saph’s contest!

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no such thing

words: 1500

warnings: angst, implied death, swearing

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Jack felt like he was doing well. Social outings were becoming more frequent, him even hosting more than a few of them. He was painting again, after such a lack of inspiration. He’d jumped into work more than before, busying himself with his job.

Distracting himself, Davey would correct him.

Distracting, okay, fine. But it was working. Things were better than they’d been before.

Jack had just come home from Race’s that night, tired from the night’s excitement but with a clear vision in his head he just had to get down on a canvas.

He was about to put his brush to it when he was interrupted.

“What are we painting this time, Jacky?”

The brush froze after it nearly dropped from his hand, Jack letting out a humorless laugh. “Jesus Christ, Dave. Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry,” Davey whispered his apology with a smile. “Habit.”

Jack only nodded, resisting the urge to turn around. His brush travelled in short lines up and across the bottom, a dulled aqua color as he tried to conjure what was in his head.

“You know,” Davey continued to speak, “we haven’t had a date night in a while.”

Jack hummed in agreement, eyes narrowed at the canvas now. The previous vision he had was fading, suddenly.

“We should plan one out, I think. I know we’re both busy, but we deserve a break. You deserve a break, honey.”

“Dave,” Jack did allow himself to turn towards his husband, who was perched on their armchair.

A mistake, really. Davey glowed tonight, his pale skin illuminated by the moon waiting over the railing of their fire escape. The slight breeze from the open terrace ruffled his chestnut hair, displacing it just right.

Jack snapped his gaze back to his canvas. “You’re distractin’ me, sweetheart, c’mon.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Davey sighed. “You’ve just been so tense lately. I thought that was my job.”

Jack chuckled, wincing internally. He had shoved himself under a lot lately; typical of Dave to see it before Jack said anything.

“It was. I wish it still was,” Jack joked, earning a small, tinkly laugh from Davey.

“It’s...hard.”

Davey nodded his agreement, but still looked ready to add something.

Jack relented in his concentration again, sliding his deadpanned gaze to Davey’s. “Say it, come on,” he sighed with a tired smile.

“It’s just that- well,” Davey immediately let the words fall out. “You should allow yourself a break if the tensity is weighing on you, right?”

“Right…” Jack raised an eyebrow, signaling for Davey to continue.

The brunette stood, coming up behind Jack and placing his hands on his shoulders. Jack couldn’t help leaning back into it, a little.

“Let me share the weight,” Davey murmured. “Please, baby. You're hurting.”

Davey’s arms came around Jack’s torso, his head placed in his shoulder, and Jack’s vision of the canvas vanished from his mind. He turned in Davey’s embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck and inhaling deeply as he tucked his head under Davey’s chin. Dave’s arms squeezed around Jack’s back, warm and waiting and everything he wanted. Jack let his eyes close, pictures of memories passing through his mind, sweet and smooth like honey. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but with Davey. Couldn’t imagine it.

Jack’s eyes opened.

Yes, he could imagine it. He didn’t even have to.

“Okay, Dave. Lemme go,” he asked.

“Nope,” Davey hummed. The embrace grew closer.

Was Davey even warm?

“Dave. Let go, come on.”

“I regret nothing,” Davey sang.

No, Jack didn’t think he was. He was cold, actually.

“Davey, I love you, but please. Don’t touch me,” Jack whispered.

Davey let out a long sigh, but did release Jack. “Don’t worry, that was just plan A anyway.”

Jack stepped further away from him at that. “Dave, what does—”

“I know you can’t really let me go, Jacky, that’s why I’m still here,” Davey said, in that knowing tone he used when Jack was wrong. His arms were crossed now, too, like a father about to lecture his son.

“No,” Jack said anyway, shaking his head. “You ain’t here, I let you go, I watched them—”

“—lower me into the ground, yes,” Davey sighed. “You know that doesn’t mean I’m gone to you, right?”

Jack averted his gaze. Of course he knew. He’d been seeing Davey for weeks, each time making his heart strings heavier and heavier. He physically ached for David some days, the days Dave didn’t appear. Jack was told those were actually his healthiest days, despite them feeling the worst.

Jack decided against replying, hunching himself on the couch as he sat down. “But why is my vision gone?” he murmured instead, partially to himself.

“Your what?”

“My...ah, my- what I was gonna paint,” Jack said, staring in disbelief at the small amount of blue on the canvas. It had been so clear in his head just minutes ago. “I can’t think of it anymore.”

A thought struck him as his head snapped back up to Davey. “You did that,” Jack said slowly, not wanting to admit it. “You yanked it right outta me, didn’t you. I needed that, I coulda made commission on that. Fucking- goddammit.”

Davey sighed, shrugging as he gave up on playing dumb. “Technically...you did that, Jack.” When Jack still glared, Davey continued. “What’s the only thing you can think about, right now?”

Jack leaned back on the couch, eyes narrowed not only at Davey but also in thought. He definitely couldn’t think of his previous artistic vision, thanks to Dave. Jack remembered when Davey used to give him little inklings all the time, in menial things he said, even in the lilt of his voice sometimes. Occasionally Davey would actually try and give Jack an idea, but when he did, they'd always be slightly off, not belonging on a page. There was one time when Davey was furious at Albert for something and Davey practically demanded Jack to paint—on the largest canvas he could find, too—the most realistic rendering of flipping the bird, and send it straight to Al’s door. Of course Jack did, gleefully did, and then—

Oh.

“You,” Jack said quietly. “Just you.” He sat forward and resumed his hunched position, placing his head in his hands as memories of Davey continued to station themselves in his head.

Jack felt the couch sink next to him, then Davey’s hand rubbing up and down his back.

“I’m not asking you to not think of me,” Davey said, matching Jack’s previous volume. “I just need you to let me go, every once and awhile, okay?”

“I can’t, Davey, I-I—” Fuck. Jack felt his throat close slightly and cursed himself for it. “I need you. I need you to do this with me, I can’t live like this anymore.”

“Honey...” Davey soothed, brows creased in concern. “Jack, you have been. You’ve been doing so well, I swear it. You just gotta go the extra step now, okay? Just one more for me.”

“But I won’t see you,” Jack whispered inwardly, fearfully almost. Davey felt like the last thin strand of sanity he was clinging to, if he snipped that… “I don’t know what to do without you, Dave.”

“You’ll never be without me, hun, really,” Davey added as Jack looked up. He let Davey swipe his thumb under his eye. “You can let go and still hold on.”

“How?” Jack asked hollowly. His eyes were wide, desperate. He hated how afraid he was, still, of losing Davey, even though he already had.

“Well,” Davey said, sitting up more in that way he used to when he was about to make a point, “when you think of me, let it make you happy instead of...despairing, shall we say. Let it remind you that you are capable of being happy again. Let my memory...let me make you happy again. Allow it, it’s alright.”

Jack stayed quiet for a long while, staring at Davey’s hands now laid over his own. He still couldn’t picture anyone else’s hands looking like that on his.

“You sound like you’re presenting a damn PowerPoint presentation,” Jack mumbled, the barest trace of a smile on his face.

“It’s what I do best,” Davey laughed, and Jack could see the tears in his eyes, too. “...Are you ready, honey?”

Jack let out a breath he’d been holding since the funeral.

“Yeah- oh, wait,” he smirked, cradling Davey’s face in his hands and softly pressing their lips together, one last time and impossibly close as usual, before pulling away slightly.

“Now I’m ready,” Jack managed to smile, leaning his cheek into Davey’s hand when he brought it up to cup Jack’s face.

“I’ll see you around, Jacky,” Davey whispered with a nod. “I love you. You can do this.”

Jack nodded back. “Love you too.”

The feel of Davey’s hand disappeared. Jack blinked, and Davey was gone.

A few minutes later, Jack let himself get up from the couch and back to his canvas. He paused, staring at the lonely blue again more intently.

....Wasn’t that the color of Davey’s button down he had just been wearing?

He gazed at it longer, before finally deciding to pick up his brush again. A pale yellowed pink, a chestnut brown, and a maple syrup color made their ways onto the canvas eventually. A portrait of Davey gazed back at Jack after a few hours of work, his knowing smile reaching Jack through the paint.

And Jack smiled back. After all, it made him happy.

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so I wouldn’t say I’m back, but I’m happy I wrote this :)

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[and-i-lostmy-shoe]

The scene we never saw

Inspired by this post

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 1444

Ship: heavily implied Javid, some Jatherine but this takes place between Something To Believe In and Once And For All so what can ya do?

Editing: surprisingly, yes.

Jack stood on the rooftop, grinning. All plans of running off had promptly fallen away. He had a girlfriend, and a plan, and they were going to put it into action. Davey would round up the rest of the newsies, and- oh. He hadn’t apologized to Davey yet. His palms started sweating. That wasn’t something he was looking forward to. And it wouldn’t be like with Katherine. He couldn’t just kiss him and it’s magically- nope, he had a girlfriend and besides, that’s illegal. Katherine must have noticed his sudden shift in mood, because she asked, “What’s wrong, Jackie?” He involuntarily winced at the petname, because, he realized, that’s what it was. She must have seen that too, because she quickly apologized.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” He took a deep breath. “I just realized that i haven’t apologized to Davey for, erm, steering the rally into total chaos.” Her eyes went wide and she uttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Dear lord save you.”

“Well then, i think it’s high time we paid someone a midnight visit.”

Jack knew the way to the Jacobs’ apartment. The two brothers had needed to get home from Medda’s theater somehow, and there was no way in hell Jack was going to let the small child and his fish-out-of-water of a brother try and find their way home at night alone. With every step, his panic mounted, and by the time they turned into the alley that held the fire escape, Jack was hyperventilating.

David Jacobs was not having a good night. Jack had broken his heart by scabbing, but not only that, he’d broken all hell loose. The rally had officially ended early when it had dissolved into shouting and arguing, despite not a single newsie agreeing with Jack, but it had taken far too long to clear out the theater. When everything went to the rats, Davey had handed Les over to Specs with firm instructions to wait for him at the stagedoor, and then set about the seemingly impossible task of diffusing the situation before it turned to a riot. It had been a quarter to midnight by the time he had finally gotten everyone out, and he was struggling to hold back tears and a panic attack. All along the walk back to their apartment, Les had been asking him questions, the answers to which he had no idea and didn’t know if he could handle. By the time they reached the building, his breathes were coming out in rattling heaves. Mercifully, Les had fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow, leaving David alone in the small bedroom the two brothers shared. He didn’t even undress, he wasn’t sure his legs would hold up. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and let everything pour out. He cried silently, but in huge, coughing sobs, shaking his frame. He barely heard it amidst his gasping, but he caught a rap-tap-tapping at his window.

As Jack and Katherine approached the window of the fifth floor apartment, they saw Davey inside, his back to the window. His head was in his hands, and his torso was shuddering up and down. It wrenched Jack’s heart, knowing that he had been the one to hurt Davey like that. He took a shaky breath to steady himself, and then raised his hand to the window. But he couldn’t do it, he was shaking too hard. Luckily, Katherine was there to come to his rescue. She gave a few brisk knocks, and Jack wasn’t sure if Davey had heard them, but then Davey’s head jerked up, and he hurriedly swiped at his face before standing up and walking around the bed. When he registered who was waiting at his window, he froze, a look of pure panic displayed across his face. He looked like a trapped animal, and it shot a sharp barb right through Jack’s heart. Soon, however, it was replaced by a mask of ice, the same one he’d been wearing on his first day as a newsie. It felt like forever ago. He opened the window and climbed into the night air. Davey gestured upward, his face stony, and the little group continued up the fire escape to the roof. Jack hurried to sit down on a crate. His legs felt like they were about to give way, and for that matter, so did his stomach.

“What do you want with me?” He asked coldly. His voice dragged claws across Jack’s heart.

“I- I just wanted to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” Davey hissed, pacing furiously.

And Jack couldn’t take it anymore. Hot tears started to run down his cheeks. Pathetic. I’m the most pathetic person. I don’t even deserve these tears, this is all my fault to begin with.

When Jack started to cry, Katherine couldn’t help but swear under her breath. Davey... had not been too pleased with the sight of Jack, and from the looks of it, it would only get worse. But then she saw Davey’s face. He had stopped pacing and was stock-still, staring at Jack. His mouth was open helplessly, his eyes wide. He looked shocked and weary as he stood there, helpless.

Davey had no idea what to do. He’d never seen Jack cry before. He’d never seen Jack vulnerable. Jack had been devastated by Crutchie’s arrest, but even then, he’d been angry. He’d protected himself like a hedgehog, curling up into a prickly ball and hissing at anyone who got near. He’d never seen Jack cry. And he’d been the one to make him.

He scurried over to Jack. “Jackie…” he said gently, before feeling a rush of shame. Don’t be a scumbag, Jacobs. He knew that Katherine was there for a reason. But Jack didn’t object to the petname (because, much as Davey tried to silence it, the little voice in his head telling him “that’s what it is” was right), because to Jack, it felt right.

Two steady streams flowed down Jack’s face silently. He hid his face in his hands, embarrassed. He didn’t speak. He didn’t trust himself to have something other than sobs come out if he opened his mouth. By now Davey was sitting beside him, a comforting hand on his back. That just made him cry harder. He didn’t deserve Davey, he needed to speak, apologize.

“They threatened you,” he mumbled.

“Me??”

“Yeah. And Les and Crutchie. They said that I better behave, or else, or else they were gonna lock up all the boys, they were gonna let Crutchie rot in prison, they were gonna rip you and Les right out of your family, when you ain’t never done no wrong.” Davey winced at that. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. But Jack wasn’t finished yet.

“They were gonna let you all suffer, and it would be on me.”

“None of this is your fault, Jackie.”

“You’re too good for me, Dave.”

There was a brief pause as both boys wandered in their own emotions. Then suddenly, Davey swept Jack up in a crushing hug, surprising them both. Emotionally exhausted, Jack melted into the embrace.

“I knew it”

“Knew.. what?!”

“That you didn’t scab for the money.”

“..oH.”

Katherine knew that she was supposed to feel something about watching her new boyfriend holding another boy tight, despite all logic pointing to it being platonic. She knew that she was to be jealous and get possessive, or self-assured and unaffected, because “he doesn’t have a chance, Jack absolutely adores me”, or all those other things that women are supposed to do. And she knew that she definitely wasn’t supposed to find it… sweet. And kinda cute. And romantic, in a way that only small gestures can be, but her’s and Jack’s never were.

Jack could tell Davey was crying again, because there were droplets hitting the back of his shirt. He didn’t blame Davey, this had been one hell of a stressful day. Jack wasn’t quite sure how to cheer him up, so he awkwardly patted David’s back. Eventually davey pulled away, wiping furiously at his eyes.

“M’sorry you had to see me so pathetic, Jack.”

Jack gently brought a hand to Davey’s face. “Don’t apologize to me. We can’t both be sorry, and if anyone should be, it’s me.” They held eye contact for ten seconds longer than they probably should have, and davey flinched. Jack withdrew his hand like he’d touched an ember, and the awkwardness bubbled in the air. Then a guardian angel by the name of Katherine swooped in, clearing her throat.

“So here’s the plan,” she started.

This took me like two months but I finished!

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[thenarator]

Didn’t Even Have To Try

good afternoon i’m salty about the finale for so many reasons, first and foremost being that absolute douche bag move zatanna and m’gann pulled on artemis. there are many ways wally could come back so pick your favorite and assume that’s what happened.

They have Wally back.

They’re in the hospital, the original team plus Will and Zatanna, all crowded around his bed. Artemis and Dick both insisted he be checked over by a doctor, but he seems to be perfectly fine. He’s wolfing down jello and chicken whizzies, talking with his mouth full, smiling and laughing. Nothing seems to be wrong with him.

“How long until I can get out of here?” Wally asks no one in particular, between bites of chicken whizzies.

“The doctor wants to keep you overnight for observation,” Dick replies, reaching out to touch Wally’s hair, pulling a lock of it away from his face. He’s been touching Wally a lot, in the handful of hours since he got back.

“But I’ve got places to go and people to see,” Wally protests. “Uncle Barry, Mom and Dad, I should probably talk to the registrar at the college, and that’ll require some kind of documentation that I’m not dead, and-”

“Calm down,” Artemis laughs, taking Wally’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “You just got back from the dead, there will be time enough for all that. Rest for a while.”

“It feels like I’ve been resting enough for a lifetime,” Wally shakes his head, and a shadow passes over his face. “I think maybe I have.”

The room is suddenly quiet, all of them looking at each other. No one wants to ask the obvious questions. They look around and see the same apprehension on every face, and tell themselves there will be time enough for that too.

“We’re just glad you’re back,” M’gann says, to cover her discomfort.

Wally grins at her. “Not as glad as I am to be-”

Suddenly Wally throws his head back against the pillow. The monitors all start shrieking as chicken whizzies fly in every direction. Wally’s neck is pulled taut, ever muscle in his body straining as he convulses on the bed. Dick and Artemis, one to either side of him, try to hold him down, but he’s nearly vibrating at super speed as he writhes and shakes.

Then, as suddenly as the seizure started, its over. The monitors die back down to their normal beeping, and Wally’s body relaxes on the bed. Everyone lets out a collective breath, and waits for Wally to open his eyes.

When Wally’s eyes come open, they do not look dazed. Instead they’re calm and clear, his face stiff around them. He lifts his head, sitting up again, and surveys the room with a cold, calculating expression. It’s not confusion, like he’s disoriented. He knows exactly where he is. He knows exactly who they are. It’s just that he doesn’t like it.

They all come to the same conclusion at the same time. Whatever it was that just woke up, it isn’t Wally.

“Who are you?” asks Kaldur, recovering quicker than the others.

Wally, or the thing that isn’t Wally, looks at him with those emotionless eyes. Kaldur meets its gaze, but he feels a chill down his spine. Whatever this thing is, its not pleased.

“I am that which keeps the timeline flowing as it is meant to be,” the thing that isn’t Wally says, in Wally’s voice. “I am the speed of light and the slow march of progress. I am inevitability. I am time itself. I am the Speed Force.”

“How are you here?” Artemis asks. She let go of Wally’s hand at some point, and she stands glaring at the Speed Force.

“I have always been here,” the Speed Force says. “I will always be here. As long as you have known or will know my child.”

“Your child?” Dick repeats dubiously.

“The one you took from me,” the Speed Force elaborates.

“Wally,” Conner says, low and angry. He grips the railing at the foot of the bed, tight enough to bend the metal under his fingertips.

“Get out of him!” Artemis orders, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“I cannot,” says the Speed Force. “You would not want me to. I carved out a home for myself in this body long ago, and I cannot withdraw without damaging it.”

“Why are you here?” M’gann asks, voice steady, neither angry nor nervous. “What do you want?”

“I want back what was taken from me,” the Speed Force replies. “I want back my child.”

“You can’t have him!” Dick says vehemently, before Artemis can even open her mouth. “He’s not yours and he’s staying here with us!”

The Speed Force curls Wally’s lip as it surveys Dick like an especially annoying bug. “I would hardly consider you worthy adversaries.”

“We’ll be harder to beat than you think,” Will says, arms crossed over his chest.

The Speed Force looks at him next. “Oh?” it asks, a small smile playing around Wally’s borrowed mouth. “How can you be sure, when you get in your own way so often?”

“What do you mean?” Zatanna demands.

“I expected you to come for him,” the Speed Force tells them. “Not using the path you took, which I had left unguarded, but your attack was anticipated. I thought it would come much, much sooner though.”

“Fuck you,” snarls Dick. “We didn’t know he was alive-”

“No fault of mine,” the Speed Force says. “I thought I’d have to show you visions to deter you. Imagine my surprise to find you showing them to each other.”

The Speed Force smiles, cruelly. The lines on Wally’s face are unsuited to the expression. Artemis puts a hand to her mouth, remembering the day she saw Wally in purgatory, remembering what he said and what she had believed because of it.

“You-” she says, looking over at Zatanna, to find her and M’gann looking guiltily at the ground. “You told me-”

“A lie,” the Speed Force says. “A sweet little lie that deterred you longer than I could have hoped for. I was able to do much with that time.”

“What did you do?!” Dick says accusingly.

The Speed Force laughs. It could never be mistaken for Wally’s laugh, easy and loud and free. The Speed Force laughs quiet and low, entirely mirthless, in satisfaction rather than joy.

Dick grabs the Speed Force by the front of Wally’s shirt. “What did you do!” he shouts.

“When he was a child he invited me in,” the Speed Force recounts. “I gave him power in exchange for being my eyes and ears in this dimension. Since he returned to me I have given him much more of my power, and as you can see, he has given me much more in return.”

“Give him back!” Artemis shouts, tears spilling from her eyes at last. “Take back the power and give him back!”

Dick releases Wally’s shirt as the Speed Force looks at Artemis. “I could not if I wanted to,” it tells her, “and I do not relinquish what is mine. You may have him back for now, but you cannot keep him forever. He will always return to me.”

Then Wally’s head falls back against the pillows again, but he doesn’t seize. When he opens his eyes they’re bleary and unfocused, as though he’s waking from a deep sleep.

“What hit me?” he asks dazedly, raising one hand to his head to rub at his temples.

No one answers him.

“Seriously,” says Wally after a moment when no one speaks. “What happened?”

“Get out,” says Artemis.

“What?” Wally asks, confused.

“M’gann and Zatanna,” says Artemis. “Get. Out.”

“Artemis,” M’gann puts a hand on her arm, but before she can say any more Artemis twists her arm behind her back and shoves her at Zatanna.

“Get out!” she shrieks.

M’gann and Zatanna look at each other, then file quietly out of the room.

“Babe, you’re freaking me out,” Wally says, taking Artemis’s hand. “What’s going on?”

“In a minute,” Artemis says, turning back to Wally. She raises their joined hands and puts them to her cheek. “Just a minute.”

They have Wally back.

For now.

[bart-allen-speaks]

Tough question hete. Chicken whizzies for life or Jamie?

HOW DARE YOU!!!!!! Uh…. Uh…. UH……. UUUUUUUH……… Oh god this is the hardest decision of my life………. Oh god I don’t know what to do?!?!?

Khaji Da: You are an imbecile, clearly not worthy of Jaime Reyes

Oh god you right…. BUT SHOULD I PICK THE LOVE OF MY LIFE OR JAIME????????????

Khaji: You are a moron

Right right right. You totally right. Ok. Pick @jaimereyes-speaks. Definitely Jaime. Definitely, totally Jaime.