#HES NOT EVEN GRABBING BARRY OR ANYTHING. HIS HAND JUST FUCKING LIES THERE.

[tacagen]

eobard thawne, why are you holding down your nemesis who 'ruined your life' Like That

#eobard thawne #professor zoom #reverse flash #the flash #barry allen #eobarry ig? #the unimaginable things the first panel does to me..... grHGRAHGHR #HES NOT EVEN GRABBING BARRY OR ANYTHING. HIS HAND JUST FUCKING LIES THERE. #AND THE WAY HIS EYES ARE CLOSED???? MY FUCKING GOD HES ENJOYING THAT. _SO_ MUCH. #AND THEORETICALLY. FOR ALL WE KNOW. HE MIGHT EVEN BE KISSING HIM. WE SURE CANT FUCKING SEE HIS MOUTH. #WHO'S FUCKING RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!!!! #im telling you even fucking running scared doesnt have anything even remotely close to This level💀💀 #he IS faster than barry and he has a truly wonderful time putting it to use only in the moments like these #this mf is So gay and touch starved. i am officially not able to can #they are fighting in a burning dystopian world but thawne is just. chilling while hugging barry from the back. god why is he like this #actually no yknow what. i've changed my mind. no ig and question marks this time. #eobarry

[starsandspicedpeaches]

The Alternate Approach

Chrisker Week 2023

Chris Redfield x Albert Wesker

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1,700

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47571694

“I don’t think you want to die just yet, I have something that is of some interest to you.” 

Wesker turned to a nearby computer and tapped a few buttons. Within moments, the liquid began to drain from the large tank at his side and Chris felt his stomach drop. Inside stood a mass of flesh, humanoid, but certainly not human. Talons ripped out of its hands and pale white flesh clung weakly to its massive frame, creating the illusion that the abomination could be dead, but its heart, dear god —its heart was attached to its chest, beating slowly, making it oh so clear this thing was somehow alive. 

“The ultimate lifeform, Tyrant!”

Chris was horrified, he thought he might be sick but steadied himself, refusing to show any weakness in front of the man standing across from him. All the lies, pain, and the deaths of his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members for this thing? Years spent serving with Wesker only for him to throw Chris and his friends to the mercy of the mansion, to fight horrors the likes of which he assumed would only exist behind a TV screen, knowing that most of them would not only die but suffer in the meantime. It was deplorable. So deplorable it was amusing. Chris felt a laugh rising in his chest, a feeling of hysteria in him that could only be brought out by the Captain making the whole tragedy seem like an elaborate joke. But then he looked at Wesker. 

His captain, who always was so stoic, who Chris looked up to as a model of bravery, the man who had torn through both warfare and the daily dangers of Racoon City, and who had been his strongest support when the job was difficult when things went wrong and lives were lost, was looking back at him. Rarely did Wesker betray emotion on his face, but there was an abnormal tenseness on it right now, like he was waiting for something. Wanting something. Then a strange thought began to dawn on Chris.   

Chris looked down at Rebecca. Wesker had shot her without hesitation. Why not him? And why did he want to show Chris his little science project in the first place? Chris was no scientist, he had no knowledge or appreciation for this kind of thing. So why try to explain it to him? 

Wesker was still standing silently, gun pointed at Chris, watching. Waiting. 

“Wesker. What do you want?” 

The older man looked confused for a moment. “Is it not clear?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Is anything you say ever clear?”

There was a long pause. “Chris.”

“Yes?”

“I want you to join me.”

Chris nearly laughed again.

“Why? I’m not a scientist, I don’t understand any of this shit. I failed half of my classes in high school and went straight into the military.”

Wesker smiled at this, not maliciously, but enough to annoy Chris.

“I don’t know the difference between an acid and a base,” He continued, “Much less how to play with whatever shit you’re apparently into. I can’t help you, I'm just another S.T.A.R.S. member and the rest of us seemed pretty disposable to you. So why me?”

Wesker glanced away for a moment, brows furrowed but still holding tightly to his gun. Chris considered trying to grab it from him while he was distracted but knew that his superior was, well, superior, at least physically. So they both waited in silence. 

“Do you remember Barry’s New Year’s Party?” Wesker finally asked.

Chris was stunned. Here they were in the middle of a secret lab, Wesker having killed all of Chris’s friends and coworkers, right in front of a giant mutated monstrosity and Wesker was asking about a New Year’s party that had happened months ago. He knew the man had no social awareness, but — Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Yeah, I remember.” Chris grumbled, “I remember everyone but you being drunk, and how you kept complaining about how it was too loud and how you were clearly miserable and left before it was even midnight.”

Wesker sighed, clearly not thrilled with Chris���s response, but continued anyway. 

“Do you remember that, even though you were already drunk, you were the first person to greet me?” 

Chris grimaced, remembering vaguely how he had nearly tripped over the coffee table, running up to the captain like a dog that missed his owner. It certainly didn’t help that he was already two shots and a few beers in by nine when Wesker had arrived. 

“Yep, I remember that.”

“And you remember how every time people would start getting loud you would yell at them and check in on me?”

That memory was even fuzzier, but it would definitely explain why everyone kept teasing him and calling him a buzzkill the next day in the office. 

Chris simply nodded back. 

“And this you probably don’t remember either, but before I left, you offered to walk me home just to make sure I was alright, even though you were the one who clearly needed an escort.”

That memory was hazy too, but Chris remembered being alone with Wesker next to the door, catching him by the shoulder before he left, and gentle words shared between the two of them along with an overwhelming feeling of concern. He remembered moving his face far too close to his captain's, the nagging worry that maybe his breath was bad or he was sweaty and not being sure of the last time he showered, and then he remembered almost leaning in before Wesker gently pushed him back and wished him a good night. 

Oh. Now he was starting to get it. 

Chris took a step forward. Wesker’s hand tightened around the gun, but he didn’t move to shoot. 

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?” 

Wesker didn’t respond. 

Taking a deep breath, Chris slowly, gently reached out, placing his hand on top of the gun aimed at him, and began to push Wesker’s arm down. There was resistance for only a moment before the older man complied. When the gun was aimed at the floor, Chris took another step forward and the two were now nearly pressed against each other. His face was far too close to his captain’s. He felt a nagging worry that maybe his breath was bad. Or that he was sweaty and after hours of running around in this godforsaken mansion he definitely needed a shower. But Wesker didn’t move away as he leaned in and Chris decided chances were all of that didn’t matter. 

“So I take it you’re asking for a little bit more than just for me to join you?” Chris asked. 

His superior chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I am.” 

This time, Wesker leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Chris’s. Almost on instinct, Chris closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around his former captain’s waist, pulling him closer before pushing deeper into the kiss. He felt the blonde man’s arms wrap around his neck and allowed himself, just for a minute, to forget everything that had occurred, what the man touching him had done. And if he could forget for a minute, he could forget for a little bit longer. Why not join him? 

Finally, he pushed Wesker away, taking a moment to catch his breath, his partner’s arms still wrapped around him. 

“Just what are we getting into?” Chris mumbled. 

“Well, for one, a boatload of money when I sell all the assets I’ve stolen from Umbrella, which will then be used to fuel a quick escape from the country and a life of avoiding the company’s attempts to find us for my betrayal.” 

Chris looked back down at Rebecca. Was he really ready to not only assist the man who shot her and Enrico? The man who currently had Jill trapped in a cell? But then again, what would happen to Jill if he refused? Wesker would make quick work of him and then no one could save her. Chris was certainly drawn in by the deal Wesker was offering, but he also knew he could potentially bargain for more.

“What about Jill? Are you going to kill her too?”

“Not personally, but I am preparing the entire estate to self-destruct. I don’t expect she would survive.” 

Chris’s heart began to race. No, he couldn’t let that happen. 

“Let her out. Let her escape and I’ll go with you, help with whatever you need. I want to join you but I won’t have S.T.A.R.S. blood on my hands. I won’t have Jill’s blood on my hands” 

Wesker’s lips tightened and he gripped his weapon a little tighter. 

“I appreciate your loyal mannerisms Chris but don’t want to leave loose ends.” 

“What could she do? Even if she does survive it would be her word against the entire Umbrella Corporation, and you don’t plan on sticking around anyway, right?”

Wesker pondered this idea for a moment and Chris held his breath, unsure if he had made the right play. 

“Fine.” Wesker finally responded. “If I can trust that your future loyalty lays solely with me I’lll let her go.” 

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Deal, now what are you going to need from me?”

“I’m not quite sure yet, but I do know you don’t have to worry about being a part of any scientific work I choose to complete in the future, I’m more than capable of handling that by myself.”

Wesker had only just finished his sentence when a near-deafening shatter of glass pulled their attention back to the tank that housed the monster. The abomination had broken through the glass, its talons seeming to have shredded the material with nearly no effort. Chris and Wesker glanced at each other.

“I hope the scientific work you plan on handling includes that fucker too.” Chris groaned as the two pulled out their weapons. 

~~~

Happy Chrisker Week everyone! I hope that you’re looking forward to all the content this celebration will encourage and be sure to seek out other creators participating, many of whom I have interacted with and know are fantastic in their respective domains. Speaking of other creators I want to give a huge thank you to the creators who helped me with this story. Thank you to Ardnaif (AO3 and tumblr), Regnard (AO3), and Tea (theredfields on tumblr) who all looked over this piece, made suggestions, and helped me edit. As a small creator it meant the world to me to get these people’s opinions and I know they helped me grow as a writer. I will post the links to their pages below, make sure to give them a follow! Enjoy Chrisker week and feel free to join in, we can always use another creator!

Ardnaif - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ardnaif/pseuds/Ardnaif 

Regnard - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Regnard/pseuds/Regnard

Tea - https://theredfields.tumblr.com/

#chriskerweek2023 #chrisker #albert x chris #albert wesker #chris redfield #resident evil #re1 #fanfic #my content

[miracleonice87]

Happy 2 years!! 🎉🎉🎉

Could you please do number 6 with Tyson Barrie? 💛

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.” with Tyson Barrie (feat. Nathan MacKinnon)

warnings: alcohol, swearing

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To the surprise of exactly no one, Nathan MacKinnon’s Stanley Cup party in Nova Scotia was a time.

Despite the fact that they, unfortunately, hadn’t won it together as they’d always spoken and dreamed about, your boyfriend Tyson was high on Nate’s invitation list when the time came for his celebration. He wanted to include Tyson in the festivities, not just as a former teammate who had spent time with so many of the Avs, but as one of his closest friends.

These days, you and Tyson were a package deal, and Nate made sure that you knew that you were not only invited but expected to attend. You were grateful for not just the invitation but for the incredibly warm welcome that followed, begun by Nate and followed up by his girlfriend, sister, parents, and more. Since you and Tyson had only been together for about six months and lived so far away, you were still meeting many of his friends for the first time, including Nate and his crew. The anticipation of it all left you feeling a little nervous on the long flight from Victoria, where Tyson spent most of his summer, to Halifax, but the integration was quick – you soon had a Bud Light in your hand, a MacKinnon shirt on your back, and your usual confident grin on your face. A grin that made Tyson grin ten times as hard when he looked at it… and he was always looking at it.

After the parade through Halifax and the visits throughout the community, it was time to get down. Nate brought the Cup back to his place on the lake in Cole Harbour, and those closest to him gathered there, too. Dinner, drinks and the DJ kept the evening lively, and soon, night fell over the picturesque scene, wrapping a slight chill around your shoulders despite the bonfire now burning brightly in front of you.

You found yourself leaning in closer and closer to Tyson on the outdoor sofa, and he ate up every moment of your nearness and affection, acknowledging nearly your every move with a small smile and a kiss to your forehead, your shoulder, your nose. But when you tucked your feet beneath his thigh and shivered a bit, he was quick to notice.

“What’s’a matter, you cold?” he said with his signature giggle.

You nodded with a bashful smile, feeling like a wimp. “I’m fine, though,” you lied.

Tyson shook his head. “No, no, no, don’t worry about it,” he assured, getting up. “I’ve got a sweater in the car – lemme go grab it. You need anything else? Drink? Snack?”

You shook your head. “Thanks, baby,” you said gratefully. He winked in response.

Though you didn’t realize it, Nate noticed. With a smirk he tried hard to hide, he turned to the group as he, too, rose to his feet.

“Time for another beer for me,” he announced. “Another round?” he asked, pointing to those around the large circle, a few of whom took him up on his offer. He nodded and ducked away across the yard after Tyson, catching up with him in long strides.

“I should make a joke about how you’re whipped,” Nate began, squeezing Tyson’s shoulder playfully, “but I find it pretty cute, actually.”

A chuckle bubbled from Tyson’s lips, and even in just the moonlight, Nate could see him flush.

“You’d be right if you did,” he said with a shrug that told Nate that he didn’t give a fuck, in the best possible way.

Nate laughed. “I’m pumped for you, man,” he said, clapping Tyson’s back. “Really, I am. I think she’s awesome. And honestly, I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

Tyson nodded slightly, glancing over his shoulder back at you, catching a glimpse of you sipping on your beer, eyes wide as Sid entranced you with yet another story.

“I don’t think I ever have been,” Tyson agreed, looking back to his friend. “She’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

Nate studied his friend’s lovestruck expression knowingly. Somehow, even in the very midst of it, he knew this was a moment that the two of them would remember for a lifetime.

“You deserve it,” he said firmly, then shoved at Tyson’s arm. “Now go get her a sweatshirt before she contracts hypothermia.” Tyson cackled.

#m’s 2 year tumblrversary #requests #blurbs #my writing #tyson barrie #tyson barrie blurb #tyson barrie fic #tyson barrie fanfic #tyson barrie fanfiction #nathan mackinnon #nate mackinnon

[rafescoke]

Never sent a request idk if I do this right. Been to lazy and not good lately and honestly I just need a good fluff. The basic plot where he is in a bad mood like angry and then he turns to his lover etc etc. Do your thing I just need some comfort and love!

Cupcake ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe making cupcakes with a girl he likes won’t be a bad thing

Warnings: Slight angst on the earlier part, cursing, substance, extreme fluff, adorable Rafe Cameron

A/N: I hope you're doing good, sending all my love and hugs @ you <33 remember to rest!!! @asimpwriter

p.s; you know the drill - send any requests!

"Fuck off," Rafe sighed, shutting his eyes against the bright chandelier above the dinner table. Since when did it got so bright? The last time he checked, it was dimmed. "I swear Sarah, say one more word and I'll fucking kill you."

"Rafe," Ward sighed, placing his cutleries down onto the expensive wooden table. "It's family time. Excuse your sister."

"She's hanging around with those stupid pogues, dad!" he groaned, not wanting to believe that his dad was on her side. Not that he was ever on his, but he thought his father would have the same mindset as him towards this topic.

"Let. It. Go."

"They're my friends," she breathed, and Ward closed his eyes again, knowing the screaming that was about to occur. "I'm sorry you're stuck with Topper-"

"Didn't you cheat on him?" he laughed, and turned to look at his dad. He mouthed at him with an amused expression, "She cheated on him."

"I didn't, and we broke up 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry he couldn't move on from me," Sarah shrugged, and Rafe watched as she put aside her green beans and offered some of the mashed potatoes to Wheezie.

How could she act so normal about this?

"Oh, and-" Sarah turned to Ward, and Rafe waited impatiently for the lies that was about to slip from her mouth. "Do you know that he does drugs?"

"Sarah!" Rose yelled, furrowing her eyebrows as Rafe laughed out loud, clapping his hands loudly that the sound echoed throughout the huge house. "It's a family dinner!"

"I don't give a fuck about this family," Sarah said, removing the napkin from her lap and quickly standing up to get out of the house. Ward didn't say anything, neither did Rose, and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh.

"This is getting out of hand," he started, clasping his hands. "Rafe, I'm no longer letting you take over my business."

Rafe stopped his movements, looking at his father with widened eyes. After all those time he spent at college, trying to make his father proud and to take over the business, only for this?

"Dad, you can't. She's lying, dad, I haven't been using drugs."

"I saw the stash, Rafe," he sighed, and Rafe thought about the space under his bed. He closed his eyes, muttering a ‘fuck’ when he finally remembered the empty space. He didn't think much about it earlier, thinking about how he must have used up all of the powder.

"Until you get your life back on track, or nothing at all."

"Dad-"

"Go find your sister, and bring her home."

"Dad, please-"

"Go find Sarah."

"Okay," he sighed, standing up immediately and letting the chair scraped the polished floor. Wheezie shifted uncomfortably at the sound, and Rafe had an urge to do it again, just for the sake of riling his father's anger.

He cursed silently, walking away towards the table and to the porch, all while thinking about the joy if he could destroy the Pogues' life for making his hard.

The drive from Figure 8 to The Cut took him 30 minutes at high speed and being fully caffeinated, and when he arrived at the Chateau, all riled up from the quarrel with his father that he had before, he didn't try to see if his sister was even in there before barging into the small home.

"Yo, what the fuck?"

"Where's Sarah?" he muttered, giving Kie his side glance and continued searching for her. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Yo, bro, this land is off to the kooks," JJ stepped in, eye to eye as he leveled up to Rafe's height. He was only an inch shorter, but the difference was apparent. He continued to place his hands against his chest, whispering slowly. "Especially to crackheads like you."

Rafe laughed, tilting his head to the back to release the tension building up in his body. He was so, so close to give the blonde boy the consequences of his words, but was halted when Sarah entered the room, hand in hand with John B.

"What are you doing here?" she groaned, walking forward and standing in front of him. "God, can't you leave me alone?"

"Oh, trust me, I rather do that more than anything especially-" his eyes trailed to John B, "When you're fucking with a trash."

"JJ-" Kie stepped up, pulling JJ's shirt to stop him from doing anything. She sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen anytime soon, and she had told John B about this before, but he didn't listen. Now it was like her job to protect her friends from Rafe.

"Leave," Sarah stated, her lips pulled into a tight grimace. "Leave before I'll tell dad about this."

"I'm just trying to protect you," he ran his fingers through his hair, making it more messier than ever. Why couldn't she get that? All he was doing - it was all to protect her, so that his father could see him for what he's worth.

"You know what?" he sighed, wrapping his face with his large hands and turning towards the exit. "You wanna be one of them? Go. Don't ever come back home. You're just another trash, anyways."

He wasn't sure if he meant them, or if it came from the heat of the moment. All he could think about was to run away, to hide and to never come out and face his father or the judgement put by everyone else. He felt an uneasy feeling rising in the pit of her stomach, but he was too proud to say sorry.

“That was useless," he thought, leaning over his motorcycle and blinking his eyes against the lights by the side of the road. He couldn't go back now, not when his father had just ordered him to bring Sarah home and he had failed to do so, and he couldn't go to Barry's; his dad could find him there if he search for him the next day.

He groaned, feeling the cold air nipping at his skin until the final thought occurred to him. He laughed then, not sure as to why he hadn't been thinking of that sooner, and soon he was in front of the mini apartment.

He rapped on the door and waited patiently, his heartbeat quickening. He looked at his watch, checking if his arrival was too late. He groaned, noticing the time, but it would be embarrassing for him to turn now.

(Y/N) was trying to figure out what colour should she put into the frosting mixture, her hands on her waist when she heard the knock.

Her head instinctively looked at the clock, frowning when she read the time. It was not that late, only around 10 p.m., but she was not ready for any guests or her friends to come over.

Had she been too loud that the cranky neighbor next door who sleeps early everyday had come to tell her off?

She sighed, lowering the music coming from the radio before making her way to the door. She was in nothing but her ribbed top and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was messier than ever.

"I'm sorry, Jerry," she sighed, opening the door to greet the old man. But standing in front of her was not the grey-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, ready to scold her, but it was the boy she had been crushing on since forever instead.

"Rafe?" she exclaimed, and she couldn't deny the shock spreading through her veins at the sight of him. He was sweaty, like he had just been in a fight, and his shirt was sticking to his body. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, can I come in?"

The smell of freshly baked cupcakes wafted into his nostrils, and he noticed the drool in his mouth. He didn't eat dinner that much, being forced to chase after his sister, and all he wanted was to enjoy some good food and get a good sleep for the night.

"I'm not. . . we can't. . . I'm not prepared for anything-"

"It's okay, I didn't come for sex," he bit his lips, trying to contain her amused laughter at her statement. "We're friends, (Y/N), aren't we?"

"Yeah," she raised a brow, not grasping at the way he was playing his words. She allowed him in, asking him to sit by the kitchen counter and checking her porch outside to see if there was any cameras in case he was trying to prank her.

Rafe Cameron never contacted her for anything if it wasn't for sex.

"What are you making?" he pointed at the mess on the kitchen, and (Y/N) tried to hide her red face as she quickly tried to put the stained bowls and cutleries into the sink.

"Uh, cupcakes."

"Yum," he chuckled, liking the way she was so nervous around him. The truth with (Y/N), she was extremely wild in bed but also very shy outside. It was like a complete two different person, but he was always intrigued by this.

The first time they had done the deed, he was shocked when she got into control, and he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy it. That night was one of Rafe’s best nights, the starting point to the many after.

"Relax, (Y/N)," he laughed, watching as she tilted a cup and placing his hand under the table to catch it before it could break. (Y/N) yelped, struck to her position, and let out the biggest relief when Rafe put it back to its previous place, safe as ever.

"Why are you so jumpy?" he whispered, sneaking beside her to help with whatever she was doing. He hadn't got a clue about this whole baking thing, only watching Cake Wars for the drama, but he wanted to help the girl beside him if it means he got to spend time with her.

"What are you doing?" she muttered, glancing at Rafe's hands as he whisked the fluffy frosting. "Rafe, you're going to get it more clumpy."

"No, I won't."

"Rafe, I swear," she groaned, reaching over to grab the whisk only for him to turn around, laughing while she struggled to get him.

"I'm just making it more fluffier," he smiled, continuing to whisk the mixture without even looking at the white colloid. He was too busy looking at her, and he wondered if she knew about the small amount of flour powder that had gotten on the top of her nose.

"Was the coke good?"

"Huh?" she tilted her head, confused, and still angry at the way he was not listening to her.

"The nose. Was the coke good?"

(Y/N) gave him a look before going to the corner to stare at herself in the mirror, letting out a yelp when she saw the powdery stain on her nose. She quickly dusted them off, stalking back to the still-whisking boy, and she wondered about the amount of energy he had in him and how he was still not tired.

"Rafe! It's all clumped!" she sighed, finally having a hold on the large bowl. She took her a finger and tipped it into the mixture, pulling out before slipping the finger into her mouth. Her face scrunched up, and she reached for the glass of water by her side.

"What? It's more prettier. More texture-ish. If we're in Cake Wars, we'll be the winner."

"That's not how it works," she groaned, pouring the failed mixture into the sink and letting the water cleansed them off. "Now my cupcake's going to be naked."

"You know what can be naked too?"

She held up her middle finger, placing the wet bowl onto the counter and using the clean cloth to wipe it dry. "And I'm not giving these to the children's home naked. You have to help me, Rafe."

Rafe felt a smile tugging on his lips at the mention of 'children’s home', and he thought about how perfect could she be. She’s the epitome of the girl everyone wants to be - she's good in school, never using anyone's money for her, good at baking, and has a big heart?

He thought about how she's good in bed too, but he tired to shake the childish thought away.

"What can I do? Should I go to the store and get any Betty Crocker's frosting?" he offered, his hands in his pocket to reach for his keys. He watched as her shoulder slumped, and he felt bad for ruining her cake. He touched her shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would actually be clumped. I thought it would get even more fluffier."

"You don't think, Rafe, that's why," she sighed, "But that's alright. Do you think you can help me make another one?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin anything," he backed away, glancing at the sink and thinking about the clumped mixture making their way to the sewer.

"Yes. Can you reach for that sugar? That's flour, Rafe, god, yes, yes, okay, c'mere," she rolled her eyes, taking the container from him and dumping the content into the dried bowl. "Now, what do we do?"

"Put water?"

(Y/N) laughed, tilting her head to one side, trying to clutch her stomach from hurting. "Yeah, if you want the kids to get sick."

"Okay, Gordon, what should we do next?" he grunted, but he liked the lightness in the air. How the conversation flowed easily, and how quick he regained her trust to help her make whatever this is.

It was like she didn't care about the Rafe Cameron that gets into fights with the pogues or snorts coke when he's stressed. He felt like staying in this moment forever, wanting to help her bake whatever and watching her smile.

(Y/N) handed him the butter, muttering something along the words of 'dump them in', 'use the mixture', 'you're going to break your arms' and 'watch while it's whisking'.

He didn't care about the many orders she was giving him - he enjoyed it. He truly liked how his night was ending after a long day of bullshit, starting with his college sending him a letter for the vandalism he had caused outside of the Dean's office, Kelce and Topper going on a road trip without him and giving him the explanation of 'we asked you, and you said no'.

In truth, he didn't even remember anything about meeting them. His memory was starting to fade, and he shuddered at the thought of not knowing anyone when he reaches Ward's age.

"Okay, that's enough," she groaned, switching the button off. Rafe apologized quickly, being so caught up with his own thoughts, and waited for her next order.

"Choose the colour," she exclaimed happily, pointing out two different food dyes. "I can't choose!"

Rafe skimmed over the label that said 'blue' and 'pink', and made a face. "Are you going to give the blue ones to the boys and the pinks to the girls or something?"

"What? No?"

"Okay. . . why can't we just use both?"

"And make purple?"

"Yeah? Hey, look, I'm wearing blue and you're wearing pink!"

(Y/N) looked down to the ribbed top, noticing the colour, and her face turned into a red shade. Now everything's going to be awkward.

"Okay, purple it is," she rolled her eyes, giving him the blue bottle and taking the pink one for herself. "Three drops together. Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"1."

Rafe licked his lips, so eager to watch the colour forming.

"2," she looked at him, and back to the frosting. "Rafe!"

"What?" he raised a brow, following her gaze and watching the blue dots on the frosting. He put his hand over his mouth, too stunned to say anything. "Oh my god, I'm so-"

(Y/N) laughed out loud, this time with her hands gripping onto the kitchen counter to stabilize herself, her mind rewinding back to his expression when he found out what he just did.

"Ha-ha, now you're just being an asshole," he rolled his eyes, but he was glad he had made her laugh. Instinctively, her laugh had made him feel better, and all of his worries dissipated into the air.

After a while, she tried to get ahold of herself to put the pink drops in, but failing to do so as his face kept appearing in her mind. Rafe groaned, having to wait for a few minutes now, and pulled her to feet. He pushed her against the counter, her back against his front as he trapped her.

"Don't laugh."

(Y/N) bit her lips, being in this position but not for what they usually do, and concentrated on dropping 3 drops of pink into the bowl. She cheered when she was done, pulling his hand away to move to the other side. The back of her neck was still hot, and she could still feel his arms around her.

"Mix it," Rafe smiled, leaning against the counter to watch as the mixer whisked the frosting, turning the pearly white colloid to a beautiful dark purple.

"It's dark!" she groaned, but she thought about how it still looked good, though it wasn't her expectation. Her job was almost finished now, and she could hear her bed calling.

"Now, the fun part," she smiled, taking her icing materials and placing them before his eyes. She watched as he laughed, being so excited as if he was a toddler seeing a playground for the first time.

"They used these in Cake Wars," he said proudly, showing her a nozzle.

"Stop with your Cake Wars," she mumbled, preparing the icing bag and giving Rafe one. "Put some frosting- not yet, Rafe, God, do you ever wait? Don't fill the bags too much, just in the middle, yes, just like that, and, wait, let me do mine."

She showed him how to do the perfect icing, practicing on a clean plate and asking him to do the same. He scoffed at her, saying how he got this, but what appeared was nothing more than a crooked line.

"That's nice," she muttered, sighing. "For a coming-out party."

Rafe groaned, trying to copy her artwork, and by the time it was 12.03 a.m., he had managed a copy of hers. Not literal, but there was a hint of hers in his.

"Okay. Now, Rafe, we'll make this quick. I do 80 cupcakes, and you do 20. Is that okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, concentrating on his piping bag. He watched as she did the first cupcake, ending her icing perfectly and exclaiming happily as she put it aside. She looked at him, waiting.

"Don't look at me, you're making me nervous," he mumbled, and leaned to decorate the cupcake. It took him a total of 2 minutes, stopping at times and getting a yell from (Y/N), saying how he should not stop, and the result was impressive. At least to him.

"This will probably be in the rejected part of a bakery, you know, that they'll sell with a discount."

"Not everyone can do arts, (Y/N)," he rolled his eyes, but he truly enjoyed the joke.

It was nearing one in the morning when Rafe saw her sighing in relief, placing the last cupcake into the pastry box and safely storing them in the refrigerator. Her hair was in a bun, he had helped her put them up, and when she refused to let him help her, he gave her a poke.

"What? It's not like it's my first time putting your hair up."

"God, Rafe, you're impossible."

His eyes were almost shut, being so tired after being a cake decorator, and all he wished for was to pull her into her bed and sleep until the morning greets them. He waited until she was done cleaning all of the utensils, walking tiredly towards to him to wake him up.

"Get change, Rafe, I'm not letting you sleep in my bed with that shirt and that sweatpants."

"It's not a problem before," he mumbled, allowing himself to be pulled by her to the bedroom. He removed his shirt weakly, pulling off his sweatpants and jumping into the bed as soon as she closed the light. (Y/N) giggled lightly, noticing how adorable he was being, and she pinched his cheeks before she could stop herself.

"Take off your clothes."

"I'm not going to take off my clothes," she laughed, pulling down her shorts and getting into the bed beside him. She finally laid her back against the mattress, letting out the biggest relief ever as she tried to get comfortable.

He pulled her close towards him, breathing into her scent. She smelled like cupcakes, and he loved it.

"I'm going to the children's home with you."

"What?" she pulled a face, because she wasn't sure if she had heard him right. There was no way Rafe Cameron would ever step his foot into a children's home, what more to give out dark purple cupcakes.

"I'm going to the children's home with you. To give them cupcakes."

(Y/N) smiled and kissed his cheeks. "Okay."

"And we should do this again."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Rafe," she laughed lightly, placing another peck before closing her eyes.

He placed a long kiss fully on her lips, feeling the butterflies soaring in his stomach. "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

-

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[dylansslutt]

Too heavy for rain

summary: freya and jj have been dating for a few months, but get into a serious fight. freya encounters rafe and some shit goes down. gonna be a few chapters. Mini Series.

Warnings for this story: sex, mention of blood and fighting, cursing, heartbreak, drugs, idk if I think of more I’ll put it. Enjoy :)

chapter 1 ::

I was sitting at the bonfire, annoyed as fuck watching JJ talk to another female for the night. instead of being beside me, his girlfriend. he’s been chatting it up with fresh bait.

he walks back over towards the keg, I immediately standto confront him.

“the fuck is that?” I stood behind him arms crossed. he glances over his shoulder at me, continuing to fill up his cup.

“what are you talking about?” he turns to face me, sipping on the beverage. I reach forward knocking the cup out of his hand, contents splashing everywhere.

“you don’t get to play stupid, jj. You’ve ignored me all fucking night, to talk to other fucking girls.” I spat, my mind filled with rage.

He scoffs, “why you always gotta make a big deal out of things. As if you arent the center of attention already.”

I throw my hands up, “no the fuck I don’t. Don’t sit here and turn shit around on me.”

JJ pushes past you, “okay, Freya.”

“If you keep walking we are done. I’m serious JJ.”

He stopped for a moment, glancing back at me. We just stared at each other, before he rolls his eyes walking off.

I felt my heart break, shattering with each step. He really chose not to love me? Instead of crying I lean down picking up a halfway filled vodka bottle; decision made to drink the pain away.

-

A hour later you were laying flat against the sand. Noises filled around me as I stared up at the stares.

“There you are! Jesus, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Kies voiced called out.

“What’s wrong love?” She sat down next to me.

“I think me and jj broke up.” I confessed. I was absolutely drunk for sure, but my mind was sober enough to remember why my heart ached.

“What? Are you fucking serious?” I could feel kie get mad, her energy was very strong.

“I told him if he walked away, we-we were done. An-and he did. He ju-he left.” I started to sob. The whole point of drinking is to forget about this. Now all I wanna do is bury myself in the sand.

Kie wrapped me in her embrace as I calmed myself down.

“Hey imma go run and get you some water. Stay here.” She instructed but you didn’t wait for her, as told.

I stumbled around, making my way to the road. Cars parked along the sides, a few voices pulling me out of my daze.

“Freya?” A voice called out, my eyes flicker over to where the sound came from. Rafe Cameron stood there looking at me confused.

Rafe was actually never mean to me, beside how he treated the rest of the group. He always made sure to never throw comments my way. He even once opened a door for me last midsummers. It was weird.

I don’t like Rafe though, He is a dick. Besides I think he’s on drugs with Barry last I heard.

“Rafe?” I stopped walking, the street lights illuminating the area around.

He walked forward, “why you out over here? Where’s your boyfriend.”

I scoffed, “I don’t have one anymore.”

Rafe takes on a surprised look. ‘JJ is more stupid than I thought’ he muttered to himself.

“Do you need a ride home? I was heading out.” He held out his keys.

My eyes flicker from the keys to his eyes. Do I let him take me home, find out where I live? Or walk home drunk as fuck.

“Yeah, why the hell not.” I go to take a step forward and my flip flop got stuck. I stumble forwards as Rafe caught my waist to steady me.

“How much did you drink?” His eyes glare down to yours.

“Not that much, dad.” You push away. Heading off in the complete opposite direction of his truck.

“Hey, princess! Wrong way.” He beeps his truck alarm. I turn around flipping him off.

“I knew the way. I w- I was just making su- sure you knew. You knew the way.” I stumble out.

I never should’ve smoked that joint after drinking all that vodka. I haven’t been this crossfaded in awhile.

Rafe opens the passenger door, you stumble in the seat.

Rafe got in starting the truck, light music played from the radio.

“You sober enough to tell me how to get you home?” I nodded, yawning softly.

“Turn left at the stop sign.” I direct.

“So what happened?” Rafe asked hesitantly.

I bit my lip, no reason not to say anything.

“He gives his attention to every other girl possible.” I muttered out.

“Like I’m not there, li- like I haven’t been there for him through every fuc-fucking thing.” I throw my head back, tears threatened to spill.

Rafe staid quiet through my mini rant.

He finally spoke, “if you were mine, there never be attention elsewhere. I didn’t think Maybank could be that stupid.” He glanced over at me.

“To lose someone like you.”

I felt my cheeks warm, rafe has never shown me this side of him. All of this makes me miss jay, he should’ve been the one taking me home. Telling me he chose me over everyone.

This hurt.

We pulled up to my house, rafe parking his truck. I sat there for a second before glancing over at Rafe.

“Thank you for driving my drunk ass home. And talking with me.” I gave him a soft smile.

He shakes his head, smiling softly. “No problem, Freya.”

I go to open the door but Rafe grabs my arm. “Uhh.. do you think I can get your number?”

I stare at him, “incase you need me to Uber you again?” He saves himself.

I laugh softly before grabbing his phone putting my number in.

“Later loser.” I jump out the truck.

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[austarus]

Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Ballistic Confrontations (3/3)

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Eobard said nothing. Instead, he disregarded your look as his gaze locked back onto Kara, as the Kryptonian woman threw him a hateful look. The futuristic genius did not care. His baby blue hues jumped back to where you stood before stepping away to the side tables. Now we proceed, the speedster mused to himself, picking up a scalpel and arranging his surgical tools. The stage needed to be set tonight. All the actors were in place, and he needed to complete his role. A delicate procedure, if you will. But he needed to be bought some time. Surely, Barry and the others would be back by now from Earth-X. He was, in essence, reluctant to cut up the Earth-38 Kryptonian for he held no malice towards her. She was just an unnecessary casualty in all this. And after all, if Barry Allen were to die it would be at his hands. Not on some tainted Earth at the firing range. You’re centuries late, Mr. Allen. As always.

You glared at your genius scientist for not cluing you in on whatever it is he had planned now. What was his plan? Play along until ‘Uh oh, it’s too late to turn back’ and ‘Oh, look. We’re doomed’? A grunt caught your attention, Kara was trying to break out of her restraints again. “Kara,” you whispered, now standing beside her. “Save your energy, please.” She eyed the restraints on you before taking a slow breath in. Kara wanted to throw her guts up, but she pushed back the bile caught in her throat.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Honey, you are looking anything other than fine.”

Kara pursed her lips, feeling fatigue wash over her once more. “Where… where are the others… that were here- at the labs? Are they…?” There it was, always concerned for others when she should be concerned about herself.

“No, no they’re fine. They’re in the pipeline. Iris and Felicity-” You stopped yourself, noticing Eobard’s head snap towards you. A pang of guilt echoed in your body. “They’re being held there too,” you lied, giving her hand two small squeezes for her to indicate the lie. If he held things back from you to entertain the Earth-Xer’s with legitimate reactions, then so would you. Supergirl nodded her head subtly in understanding. You were too focused with Kara; you didn’t notice Eobard move. “You’re going to be fine; the others should be back. They wouldn’t go out just like that.” Iris, Felicity, where’s that help? Just where are you guys? You couldn’t leave if you wanted to. Not with the others lurking around. Not when there was a chance you could tip them off about Iris and Felicity, then there was Eobard. Overgirl would instantly go after him for betrayal.

“I… I really hope not. Alex-” Kara trailed off; her eyes drooping shut as her shoulders sagged. Her hand went limp in your cuffed ones.

“Kara?” You looked up to see a tube in Eobard’s hand with a syringe in it. Empty as its contents have already worked its way into Kara’s system. “What are you doing?!”

“I’ve given her a mild anesthetic,” you pursed your lips as his statement. Eobard sighed, “Not to worry, that should have her out for 30 minutes. Strong enough for a Kryptonian, but not strong enough for too long even with the red sunlight on her.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I needed to talk to you without anyone listening.” You followed how Eobard’s eyes glanced at the door. Outside stood two more Nazi guards.

“You could have just pulled me to the other room,” you whisper-yelled at him.

“No, I couldn’t have.” He crossed his arms at you, replying in his own gravely hushed tones. “I needed to keep up the image of the bad guy in front of Kara.”

“Why? Why, when she could understand that you’re not really with them? Why let her also think of you as one of those heinous monsters?”

“Because her opinion of me doesn’t matter. Not hers, not the Earth-Xers, not anyone else.” Eobard punctuated his words before taking your hands in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of one. The intensity in his eyes never broke as he spoke once more, “Only your opinion of me matters. You matter.”

You pursed your lips, your eyes unable to leave his heated gaze. Oh, if only we weren’t in this mess. If only we had more time… Kara crossed your mind once more, the ominous thrumming noise that came from the machine that generated the red sunlight. A frown found its way onto your face. “Wait, you said 30 minutes? Shouldn’t she need time to recover from the anesthesia to be given another one?”

Eobard sighed, letting go of your hands. He crossed his arms. You weren’t going to like his answer. “No, not in this case.” Dread welled up in the pit of your stomach.

“What…”

“The General herself requested, more like ordered, me to have our Kara awake during the… transplant.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You responded slowly. Your eye slightly twitched as anger started to consume your thoughts. You wanted nothing more than to rip your friend’s doppelganger apart.

Eobard very well sensed your feelings, he always hated putting a frown on your face or seeing you upset to this extent. “Look, I don’t want to do it either,” the speedster retorted hastily as he unfurled his arms, his hands gently grabbed your shoulders, “but I can’t defy their word especially with you around.”

“Why? Am I suddenly a liability?”

“Never, but they’ll figure something is up with you here with me. Conspiring against them. You already saw how easily Oliver-X caved to his Kara regarding who you are to me.”

Technically, that’s my own damn fault, but a calculated risk to get to Eobard. I can live with the repercussions. “But that’s technically what we’re doing on the downlow, Eo.” You echoed one of the lessons he taught you years ago. “One weakness is better than none, it can be essential to creating the downfall of another.” He had mainly told you that regarding Eilling, who hadn’t ceased to stick his nose into Eobard’s lab experiments and projects. The general had eyed you as a means to get to him, but in reality you were a strength to Eobard. Not a weakness. And the speedster very well knows you can handle your own; after all, the both of you trained constantly. Pushing each other’s limits. Though where you hesitated to kill, he compensated on that, especially in the right moment. “We can have the Dark Archer on the ropes. If anything, he’s made it evident that his wife is a liability to his rational thinking.”

A proud grin ran along his handsome face. “Exactly, my little bird. But they will hurt you, even if you can hold out against them you can’t take them both on.” Even I cannot, not with where I’m at with my speed. Not with the slight dampener they have on my suit. The potential self-destruction if removed from the emblem by my own hands, is a heavy weight on my chest. If I can get rid of them, I can defuse the detonator.

“I’m not worried about me; I’m worried about you! I can’t- I can’t be the one to lose you again.” Eobard shifted his gaze away from you. “Look it’s not going to come to that.” He knew what you were suggesting. “Ok? Worst comes to worst I cause a distraction.”

“No, over my rotting corpse.” 

That sounds eerily familiar.

“We don’t have a choice, if it buys us time then I’ll be damned not to try!”

“That’s why we adapt to the situation and find alternate routes to keep off their radar. I know what I’m doing.”

“Precisely. Adapting. So let me do what I can if it comes down to it.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” You bit back a retort at the way he raised his voice. “Just trust me.” He wasn’t asking you to.

“Kinda hard with your track record,” You deadpanned, and Eobard just rubbed his face.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Is that a question you seriously want me to answer?” A small cheeky smile made its way to your face. You couldn’t help but tease him right now, of all times.

Eobard huffed out a chuckle, pulling out some white surgical clothes from a drawer. Have those always been there? “Just follow my lead, ok? Whatever happens stay on their side, whatever happens to me stay with Barry and the others.” Eobard gloved his hands while the guards re-entered the medical room along with Oliver-X and Kara-X. Speak of the devil. You pursed your lips and held a stoic expression even as Kara-X sauntered to her respective gurney, smirking widely before a violent coughing fit erupts from her. You didn’t miss how Oliver-X moved towards her, yet you averted your eyes to the protruding machines the other soldiers were bringing in for the ‘necessary’ operation. Two guards held you by the arms where you stood. You swallowed thickly as everything was being sterilized and prepped.

***

Harry caught the ball once more after it ricocheted back to him. He’d been letting his frustration out on it towards the cell wall. Something didn’t feel right. He cursed himself, knowing he should have been carrying some weapon or breaching device to have gotten away from the Dark Archer. Or any intruder for the matter of this invasion. Yes, he pushed the emergency labs alarm, but he still got whacked and dragged to the pipeline. He could have done more damage to these damned Nazi’s, but he was helpless. I should have carried my gun or my pulse rifle, what was I thinking? His hand gripped tightly at the ball as regret never left his side. I should have seen this as a possible attack. It’s a simple strategy. Divide and conquer. Yet they were all too fooled, too hasty to attack to even logically see this move by the Earth-Xers.

“Wait, Thawne’s here?” Cisco’s outburst broke the Earth-2 genius out of his thoughts. Harry cracked his neck and directed his attention back to Cisco’s squabbling from the cell near him. The Wells doppelganger was getting pretty tired about hearing of Thawne. A feeling of dread picked at his insides, his thoughts going to you and what Barry had discussed vehemently earlier.

“Yeah,” Caitlin responded. “I haven’t seen or heard from her. We only briefly got a visit from Iris and Felicity not too long ago. But they didn’t know where she was either.”

“Do you think maybe she… you know?” Cisco made an implication. “I mean, does she know?”

“I don’t know,” Caitlin trailed off. “But Iris had said that she left them in the Time Vault to buy them time. Whatever that could mean.”

“Well, on the one hand, they either got to her and are holding her hostage somewhere or, on the other, she rendezvoused with Thawne and now they're going all Mengele on Kara.”

Harry rubbed his face irritably at Cisco’s words, by now you would have known. There’s a high possibility. Whether it’s from seeing Thawne face-to-face or by overhearing someone. By now, Harry’s sure, you would have made a choice. Where did you go, though?

The lights flickered in the pipeline before shutting off as Caitlin finished. A dull blue tint lit up in each individual cell as the pipeline was divulged into a dim darkness. The emergency lights were the only things on. Every person was on high alert at this point.

“Ohohoho, my girl Felicity definitely pulled that one!” Cisco chirped, making a loud clap.

Dinah tried her canary call again, but to no avail. The cell would not budge. Harry narrowed his eyes; he knew she’d try again. But Cisco had crafted these cells with Thawne cautiously for metas. Practically indestructible unless you’re a Time Wraith.

“I wouldn’t try it again if I were you.” Harry finally spoke. Dinah paused, the silence daring to be her question. “These cells are reinforced to withstand any form of meta-attacks generated within. A backup generator still supplies the power dampeners with energy to preserve the cell.” Harry looked out his cell and towards the darkness. “All we can do is wait.”

***

You took a breath, smoke and blood and electricity filled the air. Your eyes didn’t miss the rush of electricity in the distance. Red and gold, the Speedforce of the only two speedsters here. Swallowing thickly, your attention was diverted to the Waverider being chased by another. Well damn, I think someone’s having a bit too much fun. Raising an eyebrow, you watched both airborne vehicles zig-zag through the air. You hooked up your earpiece and headed for the nearest skirmish to help out. A grin plastered itself on your face when you heard Cisco on the comms arguing with Harry. I guess they’re the ones taking the Waverider for a joy ride.

You pressed the button on your communication device, “Any chance I can hop on?” You sucker punched a Nazi. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” Cisco laughed, weaving through the air as if he’s directing a Strike Fighter.

He’s totally Luke Skywalkering his way through this.

“Girl, where you been?”

“Let’s just say,” you huffed, generating electricity in your palm and slamming it into the chest of another soldier. “I caught some unwanted attention, and they were reluctant to release me.” In actuality, Eobard had sped you away from the Labs once Ray made a dramatic entrance to save Kara. He’d sped you to where the battle would be, at least to where the Earth-X forces would arrive from. Telling you to run and appear at an opportune moment. Meaning, go hide while the battle thickens so your disappearance doesn't bring up too many questions from your friends. “Is Iris with you?”

“Yeah, she’s in the back with Felicity, we’re still trying to maneuver in the best position possible to take down their shields.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking back to her stunt with Felicity to sabotage the surgery. “So, how about that help?”

“Hmm,” Harry spoke up, pushing his glasses up. “Unless you have the capability of overloading and shutting down the entire Earth-X Waverider system without passing out, be our guest.”

“… I mean I could try.”

“No.”

You pouted, punching another soldier, this time in the nose. Someone’s particularly grumpy right now. “It’s honestly not that hard, I would just be out for a couple of days and probably on life support.” The line was quiet meaning that Harry chose to ignore your comment. Rude.

You took in a breath and reduced your being to an electrical form, traveling up some buildings to gauge the situation. Kara and Kara-X were facing off at the moment. Eobard was naturally keeping Barry busy while Oliver and Oliver-X were in an intense hand-to-hand-to-bow combat. Yeah, their fight wasn’t as impressive as the other two. You took in a breath heading back down to the fight, this time getting closer to Mick and Leo Snart, who you found to be the Earth-X resistance fighter and doppelganger to your dead ex-boyfriend.

What goes around comes around.

***

“Where were you?”

Turning back from where you sat, you sent a questioning look to Barry and pointed to yourself when no one had responded. He had specifically prompted you with the question. The look in his hazel-green eyes were distant as he leaned against the front of the Cortex desks. You recognized that look from a few years ago. The silence in the Cortex was sliced amongst the team. DeVoe was still out there, scheming. Some stopped what they were doing to gauge what would happen, others (mainly Harry) kept working away but inclined an ear in case either of you were to do something rash.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, (Y/N). You’re not that dumb.”

“Excuse me.” You narrowed your eyes at the scarlet speedster.

“Barry,” Iris whispered to him, but he shook her off as he folded his arms.

“Where were you after you left Iris and Felicity?”

Ah, of course he wouldn’t miss that. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse.

“I went to go buy them some time.”

“Buy them some time or buy yourself some time? To see Eobard.”

Your heart hammered tightly in your chest, but you made no move to indicate what you had done. In a sense, you did both. You protected Iris and Felicity while keeping Eobard company.

“Why would I want to see someone who’s allied themselves to a Nazi regime on a different Earth, Barr?”

“Why wouldn’t you do anything to see the one you once loved?”

“Are you talking about me,” you tilted your head to the side, taunting him now, “or yourself?” You referenced the events that happened last year. Barry was more than aware of what you were indicating. Flashpoint. Savitar. Iris’ predicted death, HR’s sacrifice, his time remnant’s downfall. But you’ve been wanting to add kerosene to the flames. “Are you referring to your mom,” you turned your head to Iris, “or to Iris?” If looks could kill, you would have been reduced to ashes under Barry’s gaze. Cisco put down his tools and Caitlin glanced at her friends from where she sat beside Iris. Harry capped his marker but turned his eyes towards you. “Like I said, I caught some unwanted attention, and they were reluctant to release me. How is that any different from the others getting stuck in the pipeline?”

“You left Iris to defend herself.”

“Oh my god! Barry!” You rolled your eyes at his statement, deflecting your own questions. “Iris this, Iris that. Iris is a big girl with nearly perfect marksmanship as Harry. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself. I know that. She knows that. The same goes for Felicity as well. But do you know that?” Divide them, fester the idea of unreliability between those two. After all, it’s because of Barry’s decisions for Iris that everyone gets screwed over. It’s one of the reasons for the resentment and bitterness that grows within you. Only they can be happy, no one else can.

“You left Iris and Felicity while this place was crawling with Earth-Xers just to see Thawne!”

“Fucking prove it, you dickbag,” you screamed back at him, “if you’re so certain. Prove it, because contrary to your belief, I was fighting beside you and everyone else that day in the city once I managed to escape. Ask Cisco and Harry. Ask Sara. Hell, even ask Mick and Leo.”

Barry shook his head with a cruel smile, “Do you wanna know how I know?” The speedster took out his phone and started it up, showing the screen of your location. “Careful what you wish for.” Dread gripped your heart as Barry chuckled to himself. “That’s right. I chipped you, that night I pushed you against the doorframe before leaving for the warehouse fight. I chipped you. I already had Thawne chipped earlier that night. On his suit, when I landed a few hits on him. He doesn’t know or… not until recently.” Barry did a search for any pings, but there were none except for yours. “You asked me for proof, here it is.” He slid his fingers on the screen showing a timestamp and your location pinged with Eobard’s at the labs.

“This means nothing.”

“It means everything!” Barry stepped closer to you, anger in his wake. “You left us for him.”

“Yet I still fought with you guys because it was the right thing to do regardless of how I feel for him. You don’t understand nor will you want to understand. You’d rather label us as 100% on the wrong side without acknowledging that we can dwell in a gray area. The world isn’t just black and white, Barry. Or have you forgotten about your own morally gray decisions?”

Sparks crackled in the air, whether it was from you or Barry, no one could tell. Harry took a subtle step towards you from where he stood at the glass board a few feet beside you. He was the only one that can calm you down from this, maybe Iris too, but most definitely he himself. But Harry wasn’t quick enough because the Cortex monitors went haywire while the room darkened. You and Barry were nowhere in the room.

“Barry!” Iris screamed a second after he had sped you away.

***

Eobard raked a hand through his dark locks, analyzing the future article again. He fiddled with his rightful Reverse Flash emblem in his hands, his fingers tracing over the single lightning bolt. It took the genius a full day to extract the SS emblem from his suit, but with your help he was able to detonate it a safe distance away in some open fields. While the people of Central City slept and you had assured Eobard that the Labs were vacant, the speedster had rushed into his old office and compiled all the documents he needed to keep out of Barry’s hands. He’s honestly surprised Team Flash hadn’t rifled thus far into the records he kept. The only things missing were speed theories and the equation escalation to the Speed Formula. Although, he had solved that issue for Barry two years ago when he had traveled back in time for an answer on getting faster.

Still such a naïve child, not at all like the Flash from my future. Arranging some papers together on his new office desk, without meaning to Eobard had knocked over a picture frame. The breaking of glass caught his attention, craning his neck to see the fallen frame. The frame held a picture of you and him from before the Particle Accelerator exploded around Christmas. Before you had known his secret. But now the frame was adorned with a fierce crack through you. Eobard’s mouth went dry, knowing that superstitions were just superstitions, but he couldn’t exactly place the rush of fear welling in his body.

“Gideon, pull up (Y/N)’s location.” Eobard pulled his glasses off smoothly as the AI did as told. She was at the labs. “Access the live feed cameras.” Gideon pulled up holo-images 8x8 of what seemed to be a further escalating scene between you and Barry through STAR Labs. Gritting his teeth, Eobard summoned his suit and launched himself forward into it. The Negative Speedforce fueled by his anger and hate pumped dangerously in his veins.

Barry Allen will regret the day he dared to lay a hand on you.

***

“You’re a traitor!”

“Speak for yourself.” You grunted against the wall, your electric blade dissipating in your hand. It was getting harder to breathe, to keep up with his movements. With speedsters, you preferred long-range combat, but you had to make due at times. “You’re the one who betrayed everyone first for your own selfish desires. Flashpoint, the cause of so much pain and misery. In the end, there was so much collateral damage, and you were the cause of so many lives lost.”

“Flashpoint should have wiped you away. You should have been thankful. We helped you,” Barry fumed, pressing his forearm harder against your throat. “We stood by you.”

“They stood by me.” You tried channeling your electricity, even to siphon off a lick of his in order to produce a dagger, but to no avail. Only sparks flickered from the tips of your fingers, “You couldn’t stand the sight of me when you brought me in.” You had no grievances towards anyone else other than Barry. Not Iris, not Caitlin, not Joe, not Cisco. Certainly not Ralph simply because he’s new. And not towards Harry and Jesse. Iris and Caitlin were the two people who kept you the most grounded to the world for they understood the loss of a loved one and the process of moving on.

“You’re damn right I couldn’t. I was wrong to have let you stay around after Iris and Caitlin rehabilitated you.”

“That wasn’t your decision to make, now, was it?”

“You’re a monster just like Thawne. You’re not a hero.”

You simply spit blood in Barry’s face. “I’m neither thief nor hero.” You were kind of enjoying pushing his buttons, releasing all those pent-up emotions and frustration over the years. Wiping his face clean with his sleeve, the speedster sped you out of the room, throwing punches and kicks at you. He had run you through the entirety of STAR Labs. You siphoned off passing energy from computers and lightbulbs to throw at him Palpatine-style when there was distance between you two, but there was only so much you could do in your current condition. You were getting tired; you couldn’t keep up. Every burst of electricity that burned him had drained you. Blood continued to trickle from the side of your face and sweat glistened on your skin. You healed fast, but he healed much faster.

“Barry, stop! You’re going to kill her.” Iris shouted with a gun in her hand, the others piling into the room. Cisco threw a wave blast at Barry and Frost aimed a couple of icicles his way, but the speedster had dodged them. The scarlet speedster tossed you to the ground like a bag of peanuts before turning to the others. You skidded to the side, breathing in deeply then coughed up some blood into your fist. Blood continued to trickle from the side of your face and sweat glistened on your skin. You could feel your cheek swell as well as an ache form in your chest, maybe a few cracked ribs. Could potentially puncture your lungs if this didn’t end soon.

“And why shouldn’t I? For all we know, she could be spying on us for Thawne.”

“Barry killing her won’t solve anything,” Harry shot at him with his pulse rifle to create some distance between you two before training it on you. “It’ll just make things worse.” You met his eyes, and you could see the disappointment in them. A tinge of guilt hit you, but you pushed past it as you stood on unsteady feet. Your body felt like it was made of lead, but you continued on. If this is how things are to be, then so be it.. You leaned against the wall, cradling your damaged ribcage, as Harry continued. “Regardless of her actions, she did keep Iris and Felicity safe in her own way, she still stood by us.” You were finding it extremely hard to breathe, to stay conscious. Your breathing slowed, the noise in the room between Team Flash was reduced to murmuring to your ears. Did I burst an eardrum too?

“Are you kidding me, Wells? How can you say that when-”

You blinked before collapsing onto the ground, a streak of red had filled your vision. Eobard pinned Barry to the wall, his hand squeezing at his throat while red hot anger filled his vision. “Good to see you again so soon, Flash,” the yellow speedster drawled with a rough grin in his distorted voice. “It seems like you overstepped your boundaries.” Eobard kicked Barry in the ribs and landed a few speed punches, the scarlet speedster already exhausted from his fight with you. “Isn’t this position nostalgic?” Barry was clawing at Eobard’s firm grip, suspending the young hero in the air against the wall as he had done years ago.

“I- had a feeling... you’d show up, Thawne,”

Licking your bloodied lips, you groaned as you leaned up with hoarseness in your voice, “Eo, don’t.” The man in yellow stopped, slowly turning his quaking gaze towards you. You held his gaze for as long as you could get the message through to him. “Enough.” Eobard retracted a fist that was to make contact on Barry’s face, but not before squeezing the scarlet speedsters throat tightly and throwing him towards the upper part of the speed lab. Eobard took off his cowl and generated his speed to be by your side, eyeing every cut and bruise on your broken skin. Your eyes drooped shut when he brushed the back of his gloved hand against your unwounded cheek. His eyes softened, but his insides clenched. Iris and Caitlin had run to where Barry laid while Harry and Cisco monitored Eobard with caution as he gently scooped you in his strong arms.

Standing up with your limp form, the speedster disregarded Cisco, yet glared coldly at his supposed doppelganger. The future genius then turned to them and spoke, “My love for her is what stopped me this time. Next time,” his eyes landed on Barry, “you won’t be so lucky. Lay a hand on her again and I won’t hesitate to end your miserable life, Flash.” His eyes flashed red as they met Barry’s for the last time before taking his leave in a wake of red electricity.

***

Eobard stopped his vibrational intimidation once he made it to your temporary home, Gideon had already prepared the necessary diagnostic tests that would need to be conducted to assess your health. Laying you on the gurney gently, he kissed your forehead before proceeding. The speedster had cleaned you up, replacing your burnt clothes and scrubbing the dried remnants of blood on your skin. His heart shattered. His blood turned to ice. Eobard’s baby blues scanned every part of your marred skin. Lines that tallied up right after another, scars that were too stubborn to heal correctly as if trying to serve as a reminder. Eobard’s mouth had dried as his thumb made featherlight touches before injecting the needle into the correct vein. The speedster opened his mouth and closed it, but he could not register any other emotion other than anger and guilt. His thoughts funneled fluidly, emphasizing that one certain cause that led to this escalation. His death had been the cost of your mental and physical state.

Never again. The speedster peppered kisses along your arms as all the implied images ran through his mind. A tear slipped out. It fell from his face onto the scarred tissue. My love. He needed to get back to work. With classical music dancing in the background, Eobard conducted a blood transfusion in order to replace the blood you had lost as well as administering IV fluids. He had to steal the materials from a hospital nearby in Keystone. They won’t be missing it. 

“According to my current readings, copious amounts of stress have been exuded onto her heart allowing her to retain a constant distressed state.” Gideon rattled on as Eobard sat next to you with a sleeve rolled up. He glanced over at you as the AI continued. “The X-ray scans have also been completed. She’s suffering trauma in her ribcage, a few cracked ribs, however none are broken. CT results also conclude a mild concussion.”

She’s lucky her lungs hadn’t been punctured. His hate for Barry Allen grew with every second that you laid unconscious.

“How long until a full recovery?”

“Physically it could take up to 3-6 weeks regarding her ribs. The mild concussion will take approximately almost a week and a half. Her heart might take longer. Therefore, she must avoid extraneous activity.” 

“Such as using her powers and so on.”

“Yes. Shall I assist you with anything else today, Professor Thawne?”

Eobard ran his fingers over his lips before taking his glasses off and throwing them onto the side of a nearby table. “Keep tabs on Barry Allen’s movements, I want to be alerted if he comes near Keystone or has any intention of it.” The AI nodded before shuttering away into the plinth. Yes, the speedster had been smart to chip him, something Eobard had easily gotten rid of. But to chip you as well, Thawne cursed himself for not seeing it coming. Too preoccupied with the timeline and it’s malleability. “Hopefully DeVoe will keep him away long enough.”

***

Your eyelids felt like they had been cemented shut, the stinging smell of antiseptic slapped you right in the face. Am I dead or in a hospital? A groan left your lips, your throat dry as a desert and craving any drips of water. I hope I’m not in a hospital, I hate those places. The nice thing was that a light wasn’t blinding you, at the very least not piercing through the darkness supplied by your shut eyelids. It was oddly soothing. Your mind finally processed the dull ache residing in your bones, the softness beneath you and the slight chill in the air. Maybe I am dead. Taking one slow breath in, your blood vessels throbbed louder with each fluid pumped through and the humming of machines finally registered to your ears. You didn’t want to open your eyes; you were content with just laying here.

“…” You frowned, the sound of mumbling coming to you. Who was that? “Gi… ru-… I-.” Death, perhaps? You twitched your fingers, a numb sensation set in both your arms. If I’m dead, how can I still feel? It took a moment for your brain to catch you up on how you’d been reduced to such a state. Barry… killed me? No, that’s- Eo was… You shakily formed a fist only to feel something cool against your skin. Felt like another hand. Not bony. Maybe Death gave the appearance of a human for us to pass.

“Mm,” you tried clearing your throat, but it hurt each time, inducing a coughing fit. Blinking wearily, you looked around, your vision blurry until it settled on the being the hand had belonged to. “Mm, I…”

“Shh,” the deep voice cooed. You could hear much more clearly now but couldn’t make out the image of the being. “I have some water for you,” you felt a straw tap your lips. “Drink up.”

Why is Death being so kind to me? I thought Death was swift. You drank a sip at a time before pulling back and shutting your eyes once more. The somatosensory neurons on your arms brushed against some coarse material. A blanket? That same cool touch caressed your cheek. You blinked your eyes open a few times, dizziness ensnaring your mind, but your eyes met icy blue ones. “Eo?”

“I’m here,” he whispered in a gentle tone, standing up from where he sat next to you.

“I’m not dead.”

“No, you’re very much alive”

“Barry, he…”

“I’ve dealt with him. He won’t ever hurt you again.” You watched as he kissed your bandaged hands, each finger receiving a kiss. Cracking your neck, your realized he had changed you into fresh clothes. The scent of faint lavender hung onto the fabric.

“How long was I out?”

“Two weeks.”

It hurt your head when your eyes bugged out. You patted your temples lightly. “Two weeks? What- I-I need to get back. They were going to confront DeVoe. Harry and-”

“No,” Eobard pressed his palm against your shoulder when you tried to sit up abruptly, “You need to rest. Screw Team Flash. For once, just let them be so you can recover.” The speedster did not ask for what had happened to you, knowing the implications in his mind were too strong to be false. Rather, he’d make sure it would not occur a second time

“It’s not that simple, Eo.”

“It really is,” the yellow speedster sighed to himself, rubbing his face. You gestured to the water, and he handed the cup to you. “You’re in no condition to go back there, not after what happened. Your powers and your fight did a number on you. I-…. Your heart stopped a couple of times.” You almost choked on your sip. “I had to jumpstart your heart and keep it going.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For worrying you.” For being a liability that Barry can use.

“Don’t. This,” he gestured with his hands between you and him, “is not something to apologize for. Ever. If anything, it was smart of him to use you for bait as I had used Iris and Eddie.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as your mind started to wander.

“So, we wait?”

Eobard nodded as you ran a hand through you knotted hair. Need to brush that out asap. “We wait until it’s time to strike.”

“Until it’s time for you to strike. I’m remaining neutral in whatever it is between you and Barry in the future. Even if he might not see it that way.” Tipping the scales, balancing good and evil natures in the forces of the world. That’s what He told me my role in the multiverse is along with...

“I know, my love.” I don’t know how to break this to her. “But until then, rest.” If I ask her to come with me, would what I orchestrate then work?

“Eobard.”

“Hm?” Eobard knew he needed to go back to sort a few things out. Chances of getting caught were roughly 30-70, but not zero.

You shifted over to make room for him, patted the spot next to you. “Stay.”

Or would she become collateral damage?

“Always.” The speedster leaned down to kiss your lips before moving in beside you. You laid your head on his chest, minding the slight tremors of pain. Eobard kissed the top of your head and you shut your eyes. You’d go to the ends of the multiverse for him, but you’d also protect your friends. Being at odds with Barry wouldn’t stop you. He just needed to learn to live with your choices as everyone else has had to live with his.

Eobard’s mind ran through every scenario, deciding it’s best to tell you what he intends to do. He’d rather you decide for yourself what to do. The negative speedster respected the position you held onto. Neutrality wasn’t always an easy feat, but he admired your devotion towards him and the ones you love. Eobard was just selfish enough to only want and care for you. He didn’t need anyone else. He certainly didn’t need camaraderie. Tomorrow, he’d tell you. Tomorrow, he’d make sure to take the first step towards ensuring the future.

Betrayal is a fickle thing, Barry Allen. A lesson you will learn again.

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Stronger

JJ Maybank x Reader

JJ was deeply loyal to his friends, still he had no idea why the right group could accept one new member, you. JJ is always sour to you, being a kook and all. But this summer, something changes.

⚠️:hints to violence

“Jesus, Y/n,” JJ mumbled, the words just seemed to fall out of his mouth without his permission. He shuffled in his seat.

At this Y/n felt insecure. JJ usually put her down, with his snarkey remarks that always landed a place under her skin. She didn’t know why. But she was new to the group, and apparently that was all JJ needed to hate her.

Y/n gripped her iPhone, “What now JJ? You gonna comment on my looks? Or is it the sound of my voice that annoys you?” She snapped.

The group surrounded them, they weren’t new to this kind of bickering between Y/n and JJ.

“Quit it guys,” John B ordered.

“I will, when Y/n quits at life,” JJ joked, but said it in a serious tone.

“Oh fuck off, Maybank,” you groaned, not wanting to insult him any more.

“Ooh? Did-did y’all here that? Y/n just talked back to me?” JJ said, faking shocked.

You rolled your eyes.

“JJ, don’t start,” Pope added. He knew you didn’t like to fight back. You usually never insulted JJ back.

“Nah I wanna hear this! Say it again Y/n!” JJ exclaimed, pointing towards you.

You looked away, tensing up.

“Say it to my face Y/n,” JJ continued, in a threatening manner. JJ thought it was slightly playful. And hoped you wouldn’t know the reason why he was actually picking on you.

“Leave me alone JJ,” you muttered, moving closer to John B sitting next to you.

“Y/n, tell me, have you always been this much of a pussy? Or are you just afraid of me?” JJ taunted.

“Watch your mouth, asshole,” you insulted.

“Make me,” he snapped, leaning closer to you. Towering over you.

JJ smirked, “you wanna know what I think? I think you, being a waste of space and all, would be easily forgotten if you just..hm pulled a Scooter Grubbs,”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t deal with you right now,”

“You’re gonna leave?! Expected,” JJ chuckled.

“It’s not worth it,” you muttered, heading out the door.

“JJ why do you have to be such a dumbass?” Pope said, but JJ was just motivated by this. Feeling disappointed that the fight didn’t go as planned.

He followed you outside, you were by the Pogue, grabbing your backpack.

You heard footsteps and immediately perked up, “god, what is wrong with you?” you groaned.

“I was thinking...” he began.

“Look, I don’t give a fuck. So please get out of my way,” you gestured towards him, there was minimal space on the dock.

“Not until you give me what I want,” JJ shrugs.

You gulped, stepping backwards, “JJ, let’s talk tomorrow,”

JJ knew you were intimidated, it wasn’t just his height that scared you.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” JJ scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“Whatever,” you muttered, trying to walk past him. You were restricted when he grabbed your arm

“Let go of me,” you said, pulling away lightly.

“No. I want you to fight back,” JJ blurted. Still holding you tight.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” you said, pulling away hard enough to be released.

JJ ran a hand through his hair while taking a sharp breath in, then he stepped towards you. Shoving your shoulders with force, not enough to make you fall.

“The fuck!” You shouted, and now triggered and annoyed. But you couldn’t fight him. So you calmed your breathing.

“Fight BACK!” He shouted. He wanted to be insulted. He wanted to be punished.

“I-..what? I can’t!”

“I know you’ve got a mouth on ya! Insult me!” He demanded.

“No. Just let me go. Please,” you continued.

“No!” He screamed, then he stepped forward towards you and in one motion, he grabbed your face with one hand, forcing your eyes up to him.

He studied you, you were frozen, but still remained composed.

“You never fight back, it’s like you think your better than me. Why.” JJ spits.

“Im not gonna fight you-“ you repeated.

“Why?” JJ interrupted.

“Because...your stronger than me,” you shrugged.

JJ backer up, he was slightly confused. He knew you could tell anyone off. But you never tried with JJ. He wanted to know why he was different. He wanted to know why no matter how much of a dick he was to you, you wouldn’t insult him back.

“Stronger than...like physically?” JJ asked.

You look at the wood below you, still standing on the dock.

“Look...I don’t pity you JJ. But when I found out about your Dad, I-“

“Hold up. Who...what the fuck is there to know?” He defended. He was mad someone told you, he was mad that someone he, deep down wanted to impress, knew his biggest insecurity.

“JJ,” you sighed.

“What? Who told you?!” He exclaimed.

“No one...” you lied, not wanting to get John B in trouble.

“Stop fuckin lying,” he said angerly.

“You’re...you’re scaring me,” you croaked out.

“Fine. Then leave,” he stated, he was still clearly angry, you noticed his jaw clenching.

You were afraid that if you moved, he’d snap.

“Just know you’re fucking dead to me,” JJ whispered, but you heard him.

You frowned, but understood that now he probobly wanted you to leave. You walked around 6 feet past him. When you turned around.

He hadn’t moved, he was staring off into the distance.

You watched him for a moment, ruffled his hair a bit, then kicked some rock that was on the dock. You heard him mutter small things like “fuck.”

“Me doing this,” you spoke up, “doesn’t mean I’m giving up on you,”

JJ didn’t turn around to face you yet.

“We don’t deserve that shit,” you admitted.

JJ furrowed his brows, that was enough for him to turn around, “we? We are nothing alike.”

You frowned, but instead, slowly, you pulled at the hem of your t shirt, to reveal purple and blue marks the size of a fist on your torso.

“How the fuck you get those?” He asked, slightly calmer. He wasn’t connecting the dots.

“I should go,” you replied. Turning around and heading past the house.

JJ jogged over to you. You gasped when he touch your shoulder to turn you around.

When you looked at his face, it was softer now.

“Just because I don’t like you, doesn’t mean I can’t beat the shit out of someone for you,” JJ told you.

You noticed he was trying to help, but he couldn’t.

“It’s okay. I’ve got it under control,” you answered, starting to walk away again, he jogged infront of you.

“Was it Rafe? I swear to God I’ll kill him,” JJ muttered.

“Um..fuck..I shouldn’t have told you...just, in the moment...” you started to panic, you hadn’t thought of the consequences in that moment. What reckless JJ would do to protect his friends or anyone labeled in his friend group.

“I’m glad I know,” he answered, nonchalantly.

You felt sick suddenly, you didn’t want JJ to have another reason to hate kooks.

“JJ...wait...these,” you paused to point to your hip, “they’re just from me being clumsy...I fall like all the time-“ you stopped when he starting closing the space between you two.

He didn’t say anything, he just was walking closer. You weren’t intimidated at that moment. You sensed the comfort JJ was offering.

The truth was, you were a kook, who decided to become a pogue. And some of the kooks hated you for it. So, Rafe and Kelce sometimes would pick on you, and when they were high it would escalate. Sometimes even that plug Barry got involved.

You didn’t want tell anyone your problem and JJs was much worse.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

For JJ, he felt less broken. If someone was going through similar pain.

“I should go,” you pushed him by his chest gently. To create some distance.

“Right. You want me to walk you home?” JJ offered, it was weird, kindness coming from him.

“Uh...” you contemplated, JJ placed his hand on your bare shoulder. It was meant to be comforting. But him putting himself up for you, even though he was struggling finally hit you, and your eyes stung, starting to water.

“Just let me walk you home!” Rafe smirked. You were alone with him. Outside the country club, in the dark parking lot.

“Please don’t do this. Not tonight,” you pleaded.

“Why?” He paused to grab your hip, “going surfing what the Pogues? Your such a slut you wanna wear a bikini?” He seethed. His face so close to yours.

“Stop!” You shouted, but that angered him more. Then, he covered your mouth with his rough hand. Sending a powerful punch to your side.

“You know how you end this, Y/n. Just say you’ll do it,” he taunted.

“Never.”

“No. I’ll be fine thanks,” you shook your head. Wiping the tears away quickly.

“Can I at least walk you past the driveway?” He asked. JJ really wanted to apologize for how he’s been treating you. It was his own defense mechanism to hide his feelings for you. But now, he couldn’t apologize, it’s not who he was.

He would make it up to you with his actions.

You sighed, “is really hot today, don’t you think?” You said, making conversation.

JJ nodded, his boots dragging against the gravel as he joined you walking.

The uneasy feeling in your gut remained, even after JJ was talking about the plans for the rest of the summer.

“And what about midsummers? You still going to that?” JJ asked.

You didn’t even notice you stopped walking, until JJ gave you a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You brushed him off. Just shaking your head and not saying anything.

After you both started walking past the driveway you frowned.

“JJ, you should leave. I don’t want you to get hurt,” you blurted.

“Me? Why are you always worried about everyone but yourself?” JJ scoffed.

“Why are you?” You retaliated, “it’s not up for discussion. They have numbers,” you said.

“They? What the hell are you talking about?!” He shouted, now angry.

“JJ. I’m not going to ask you again. Leave,” you demanded.

He didn’t respond because the sound of an approaching engine could be heard from down the road.

When you looked up you recognized it. They were slowing.

Your instinct was to run. But JJ stood still.

“JJ, let’s go! What are you doing?” You asked frantically.

“Get behind me,” he ordered.

“No...JJ don’t do this. Let’s run!” You pleaded, tugging at his bicep.

“They hurt you, they hurt me.”

Part ii

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[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part 6

Warnings: Threats of violence and actual violence, angst/ drama, mentions of drug use, swearing

Authors Note: I'm not finished with Rafe/ Gemma the beginning yet so you all get this little slice first. This hurt to write in some parts, but it will come around.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter if you have a spare moment. I hope you all love it xoxo

***

JJ Maybank climbed the lattice that covered the side of the Mercer home towards her bedroom room. He never went through the front. He worried one day his grooves in the old wood would snap beneath his weight, but that was a problem for Future JJ to worry about.

Gemma was the only person JJ could think to call after everyone had ganged up on him at The Chateau, despite them not having spoke for months. Sure, he flirted with her at the country club, or waved at her at a party. But he had not spoken to Gemma, really spoken to her, for eight months.

Her bedroom window was open like it usually was for him. JJ easily climbed through the open pane and into Gemma's bedroom. He would never admit it out loud, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw her there within arm's reach.

"Hey, babe."

"JJ! Are you okay?" Gemma got up from her bed where she had been reading and ran over to him. She grabbed him by his shoulders to pull him down for a tight hug.

They broke apart and JJ gave her a small smile. He walked around her room, taking in the familiar surroundings again.

"I'm alright. Wanted to see how you were holding up. I'm really sorry about that night, Gem. If I scared you or anything." JJ stated as he cleared his throat. Vulnerable wasn't a natural state for him.

"I mean, you did. You all did. But thank you for that." Gemma nodded as she sat back on the edge of her bed.

JJ slowly, almost with caution made way to sit beside her on the bed. He did not touch her once he sat down. He knew if he started, he couldn't stop. He also knew Rafe Cameron would actually kill him this time.

"Can I ask you something" JJ asked as he leaned back on his hands.

"Sure."

"What happened with you and Topper?"

"Why does it matter?" Gemma scoffed as she stood up and walked to her closet. She moved clothes quickly along the rack as a distraction from his question.

"Because people are talking, Gemma. And I..Why him and not me?" JJ asked sternly as he got up from the bed, gently grabbed her left wrist to turn her towards him.

"JJ, you need to leave." Gemma whispered, her fingertips against his chest to push him away.

"Tell me. What happened? Or what is happening? Please, let me help you." JJ pleaded as he placed his hands on her hips.

"Rafe is coming over from Barry's soon, so you shouldn't be here." Gemma sniffled as she avoided his gaze.

JJ dropped his hands from her hips, took one last look around her room, then made his way to the window once more. Just as he swung a leg out the window to find his grooves in the lattice he saw the familiar Jeep roll up.

"Looks like Prince Charming is here." JJ muttered as he tossed his other leg out the window and lowered himself down.

"JJ, I'm sorry." Gemma replied as she watched him exit the window. Below her room, beneath the lattice on the grass she could hear Rafe yell, "MAYBANK, I FUCKING SEE YOU!"

Gemma cursed to herself as she ran from her window to open her bedroom door. Before she could make her way through the open doorway her father, an intimidating 6'1 stood in front of her.

"Gemma," Anthony Mercer stated with a warning tone in his voice. His reading glasses at the tip of his nose as he stared down at his only child.

"Dad, I was.."

"Why is my bosses son outside chasing the Maybank boy with my good hammer?" Anthony Mercer grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'll bring Rafe inside." Gemma whispered as she looked down at her feet.

"Good. And keep him away from that Maybank boy until after Midsummer. After that they can kill each other for all I care." Anthony replied before he turned on his heel and walked towards his office.

Gemma whispered out a "shit" before she ran from her bedroom and out the front door. Rafe and JJ stood in the driveway arguing. Rafe clutched Anthony Mercer's hammer in his right hand as he stood nose to nose with JJ.

"Rafe!" Gemma yelled from the covered porch, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Dirty Pogue." Rafe spat as he turned away from JJ then tossed the hammer in the grass. He walked towards Gemma with a scour.

"The filthiest!" JJ yelled as he backed off the property with a cocky grin.

Rafe walked up on the porch with Gemma, his hands shoved into his pockets as he glared at her through his dark sunglasses.

"Why the fuck was he here?" Rafe asked.

"Rafe.."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Gemma. I thought we were passed this." Rafe growled as he pointed a shaky finger toward the spot JJ once stood.

"Nothing happened!"

"Then why was he climbing out of your window like he was casing the fucking place?" Rafe sneered as he leaned closer to his girlfriend.

"Because he's my friend, and my dad freaks him out. So he doesn't like to use the front door." Gemma replied, exhausted with the conversation.

"I don't ever want to see that fucking Pogue here again. And he isn't your friend, Gemma." Rafe spat before he walked into the Mercer's house.

...

The next day at the country club Rafe played golf with Kelce and Topper, and attempted to mend bridges with Topper. Rafe figured it was better Topper was with him than against him.

"So you think she's fucking Maybank?" Kelce asked as he watched Topper tee off.

"Don't choke, Thornton." Rafe grumbled as he watched Topper miss the ball and create a divot in the grass.

Topper cleared his throat then swung again. He and Rafe didn't talk about what happened that night with Gemma. They only did a line together, Rafe vowing he would break Topper's legs if it happened again. Topper knew it was probably true. Rafe Cameron could be extremely volatile, and had friends in low places.

"No. I don't think she's fucking that Pogue. But I do think he still go this dirty hands where they don't belong."

"Speaking of Pogues.." Kelce muttered as he hit Rafe's arm then pointed to the walkway a couple of feet away from them.

Pope Heyward walked by his lonesome, a case of beer in his hand. Rafe chuckled under his breath before he walked off the golf green and towards Pope.

"Hey, Pogue. " Rafe sneered as he walked up to the smaller young adult and back him against a concrete wall.

"No. Listen, I have to bring these in. Rafe, please."

"Tell you what. You give me...Half of these, and tell your fucking friend Maybank to keep away from my girlfriend." Rafe smirked as he slowly opened the box of Coors with his nine iron.

"Okay. Okay. I will talk to JJ and tell him to stay away from Gemma. I didn't even know they he was talking to Gemma again. But I cannot give you these beers. " Pope rambled, his eyes darted from each Kook to the next.

Rafe placed his hand flat on the bottom of the case of beer before he easily tipped it out of Pope's hands, without the change to register the butt of Rafe's nine iron jabbed into Pope's solar plexus, effectively knocking him to his knees.

"Then you can't have these beers either." Rafe muttered as he sat on his heels heels next to Pope as he gasped for breath.

"Why? Pope gasped as he clutched his stomach. It ached. He had never been in a real fight before. Only rough housing between friends.

"Stay off fucking Figure Eight. And tell your dirty fucking Pogue friend to stay away from my girl. That's why. Clean this shit up." Rafe spat as he stood back up, tightened his golf glove then brushed by his friends to get to the golf green.

Gemma would kill him if she knew what he did to one of her friends, but he had to assert his dominance on the island as Kook King.

**

"Hi, Pope! Gemma smiled as he walked by her quickly, his head hung low. He didn't acknowledge her, in fact, he almost walked right into her.

"Pope! Are you okay?"

He spun on his heel and turned to face her, his eyes ablaze. He may have been the smallest of his friend group, but he still towered over the Mercer girl.

"You know what? Fuck you, Gemma. This is all your fault. Don't come around us anymore. And stay away from The Cut. You don't belong there. " Pope sneered with a pointed finger before he stomped out of the building towards the docks.

Pope ignored the guilty feeling he had immediately in his gut after he yelled at Gemma. He had always liked her, but he knew she was trouble for the Pogues. It was best she stayed around Figure Eight, and away from JJ.

Pope spat his blood on the pristine walkway of the country club as he crossed to the docks. He hoped it stained. He started the boat and waited for JJ.

"Dude! You are never gonna guess what just happened to me! I love grocery runs." JJ yelled as he ran up the docks and onto the boat.

Pope wordlessly released the boat, then started off towards home. He kept his eyes trained foward with a scowl.

"What's up? Wait..what fucking happened to you?" JJ asked as he pulled the brim of his friend's hat up to see his battered face.

"Got jumped. Rafe Cameron and his goons on the course. He said to stay off Figure Eight, and that you should stay away from his girlfriend." Pope grumbled as he pulled away from JJ.

"That motherfucker. Was Gemma there?" JJ growled as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I didn't see Gemma." Pope lied as he set his jaw.

"It's fine. Listen. This is fucking war now. They hit us, we hit them back. Let's go. I have an idea." JJ mumbled as he grabbed his cigarettes from his back pocket.

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Perfect Job

Request: Yes / No  Could I put in a request for Flash? Where Reader is the daughter of Captain Snow and she and the flash are fighting behind a few buildings before it gets hot and heavy and they end up making out steamily before they end up having very explicit and steamy sex in the back of the building, the reader teasing him after and it becomes a thing for them to meet up behind those buildings, for dates and stuff Anon

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Barry Allen x Snart!Fem!Reader

Word count: 1041

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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I took after my Dad and led a life of crime. My Dad was the infamous Captain Cold. I was actually on a job with him and Roy when none other than the Flash showed up. 

“Flash, so nice to see you.” Dad said with his usual smirk. 

“Snart. Give me the money back.” He said. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” I asked. Flash looked at me and I knew what he was about to do. 

“Dad!” I shouted and Flash ran over to me. Luckily before he could grab me Dad blasted a cold beam at me. Flash couldn’t grab me and I smirked at him. 

“Y/N, Get out of here, now!” Dad shouted. I turned and ran. I knew I had to meet Dad and Roy at the car, so I ran behind some buildings and tried to get to it before Flash caught me. But it was too late. Flash ran up and pushed me against the wall. I tried to struggle against him, but he was stronger than me. 

“Just relax Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said. 

“You couldn’t even if you tried. We both know my Dad would make it his mission to kill you if you hurt me.” I said with a smirk. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. 

“Too bad Flash.” I said and kneed him in the dick. He let go of me and I went to go punch him, but he stopped it and pinned me against the wall again. 

“Just stop.” He said. We stared at each other’s eyes  and his lips were on mine. The kiss was rough and needy. I knew where this was going and it was turning me on. I gave myself over to the passion that the Flash was bringing me. He pulled my shirt and pants off. 

“I always loved your costume on you, but I think you look even better with it off.” He whispered and my heart skipped a beat. Was I really about to do this? And with the Flash? He unhooked my bra, his lips never leaving mine. I let him pull it off me along with my underwear and he pulled away. He took off his suit and I saw his whole face for the first time, he was really hot, but in like a nerdy way. He smirked and slowly slipped his fingers inside me. He quickly found my G-spot and started vibrating my fingers. I didn’t stand a chance. I covered my mouth as I let out a cream, cumming hard on his fingers. He pulled them out with a smirk and licked them clean, before getting down on his knees. He pushed my legs apart a bit more and buried his face between them. He started off slow and teasing, not touching my clit. He would tease me by getting close to my clit then moving away. He worked me slowly and I was practically begging him to lick where I needed him most. I tried moving to get his tongue closer to where I wanted it, but he just wouldn’t give it to me. 

“You like this?” He asked, but it was obvious I loved it. I screamed into my hand as he finally moved his tongue to my clit. I was cumming, but when he made his tongue vibrate I was cumming harder. It felt like I was cumming for hours when he finally stopped. 

“You think you can still take this?” He asked and I looked down to see his hard dick plussing in anticipation. 

“Yes please.” I begged and he smirked. He picked me up and plunged his cock into my pussy. 

“Oh my God!” I moaned, gripping onto his shoulders. He worked his cock in and out of me hard and fast, it felt amazing. 

“That feels so good!” I moaned. 

“This isn’t even the best part.” He whispered and suddenly his dick started vibrating. 

“Oh fuck!” I moaned loudly. I wanted to moan his name so bad, but I realized I didn’t even know it. My Dad knew, but never told me for some reason. I screamed as the first of many orgasms fell over me. I had never cum so hard and I had to hold onto him for dear life. He was fucking me so hard and fast that only someone with superspeed would be able to give me this kind of pleasure. He didn’t stop. He kept right on fucking me as orgasm after orgasm was pulled out of me. I screamed and clawed at his back, but with his super regeneration it was like nothing. 

“Oh fuck Y/N! I’m gonna cum!” He groaned and I held onto him tighter. 

“Oh God! Yes Flash!” I moaned as he came inside me. He held me as we both caught our breath and then he put me down. My legs were shaking and I swear I would fall over if I tried to walk. After a second we were both dressed and I smirked at him. 

“That must come in handy.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Yeah. I’m Barry by the way, just don’t tell anyone.” He said and my smirk grew. 

“As long as we can make this a more than one time thing, your secret is safe with me.” I purred and his eyes widened. 

“You mean you want to do this again?” He asked and I nodded. 

“Of course, that was the best fuck ever.” I said and he smirked. 

“Maybe it can start with dinner first, without the costumes.” He said motioning between the two of us and I smirked back. 

“It’s a date.” I said and started walking off. I pushed through the wobbly feeling. I made it to the car and Dad was there with Roy waiting. 

“Where have you been?” Roy asked. 

“Sorry, I got caught up in a fight with Flash.” I said and Dad’s eyes widened. 

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly. 

“I’m fine Dad.” I chuckled and he sighed. 

“Fine, get in the car, we gotta go.” He said and we were off. Today was great, we got some cash, got laid, and I got a date. I’d say that’s a perfect job. 

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you get what you get - part four

pairing: jj maybank x reader (some topper x reader but it’s not romanticized at all)

summary: one mistake. one little mistake. that was all it took for everything to suddenly flip. you knew that you should’ve stayed in that night, and you were right from the beginning. you should’ve never let the blonde from the beach walk you home, and you were paying the price for it.

words: 5.1k (sorry)

warnings: swearing, fluff, fighting… blood

a/n: here you guys go! Ik it’s late here and i’m posting it at kind of a weird time, but i just wanted to get it out there xo

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One time turned into two, and then three, and then two weekends in a row, and you just couldn’t stop. The time surfing was exhilarating to you; something that you hadn’t done in a very long time. You couldn’t tell if Topper suspected anything or not, and you believed that you were doing a pretty damn good job at keeping everything a secret.

You didn’t really like lying though. You were loaded with adrenaline everytime you did it, but deep in your stomach you could feel you still were weighed down with guilt. You weren’t doing anything bad, and you knew that surfing shouldn’t have been something that you needed to lie about, but it was just JJ. You felt like you were sneaking around, and it was a whole lot worse because you actually were, and it was with a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, shaking your head as you shook some sand in the palm of your hand, then watched it fall through your fingers. JJ and you had just finished yet another afternoon of surfing -- it was your ninth time -- and you both were tuckered out. You two stayed out in the water for a considerably shorter time than normal, and before you knew it you were back on the beach, drying out from the heat of the sun. “Well, think about it. If you’re constantly putting things out into the world, you’re going to get something back at some point, right?” JJ laid beside you, his red ball cap covering his eyes, hands behind his head. The two of you were discussing Emerson, and how she was all about the Law of Attraction.

“Yeah that’s true,” you replied, picking up another handful of sand. “But if I wanted something horrible to happen to someone and I always put that out into the universe, would that come true?”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” JJ mumbled, and you looked back at the water. “Why’re you wondering this anyways? Got someone you’re trying to punish?” You felt his finger jab into your side, and you winced, pulling away from him. “Hey!” You laughed, and he cracked a smile, then placed his hands back behind his head. “Not really, I’m just wondering.” “If you’re trying to use that voodoo shit on me-” “I’m not using it on anyone!” You laughed, throwing what was left of the sand in your hands at him. He gasped, then pulled the hat off of his eyes, instantly barreling his body into yours. You hadn’t expected the impact, and you fell back onto the sand, laughing loudly.

“Stop!” You swatted at him, and he rolled you away from him, chuckling under his breath. The sand prickled your still slightly wet skin, and you pouted at him.

“Little close for comfort, yeah sweetheart?” JJ teased, snatching his hat back up and placing it on his head. He sat on the sand about a foot away from you, his forearms resting on his knees, which he brought towards his chest.

“A little yeah,” you answered, dropping your head towards him. “Thanks for asking.” “No problem,” he replied cheerily. “I wouldn’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable around me. That would just be a disaster. Not good on my part, am I right?” He gave you a sarcastic look, and you rolled your eyes back at him. “Not good on your part.” Just as you were about to sit back up you heard a voice calling your name, and your neck snapped around.

“Y/N?” You heard someone call, and you saw an all too familiar boy beginning to head in your direction. “Oh my fucking god,” you breathed, scrambling to your feet. “Get up,” you said to JJ, but he only lazily turned his head. “Who’s that?” He squinted, entirely unbothered. “It’s fucking Rafe,” you whispered, heading towards your things, which were in a pile by JJ’s board. “Get the fuck up.” “Oh,” JJ hummed, and then he smiled, turning his attention back to the water. “What are you doing?” You hissed, looking back over your shoulder at him, then over at Rafe. “I said get up!”

Rafe was coming down the beach, and he was coming in hot. He had a frown on his face, and you could see that he was trying to piece together the situation. As soon as you had your things you bolted over to him. “What are you doing?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. “Is that JJ? Are you here with fucking JJ?” “Rafe,” you said calmly. “What the fuck are you doing?” Rafe spat, and his shoulder bumped against yours as he stepped towards JJ, who still remained unbothered. “Rafe it’s not what it looks like,” you said, pressing your hands against his chest to stop him. He turned his attention away from JJ only to give you a dirty glance. “Does Topper know about this?” Rafe asked, his voice low as he looked between you and JJ. “Because I don’t think he’d approve of this Y/N.” “It’s not what it looks like,” you repeated, shaking your head at him. “He’s teaching me to surf. He leant me his board. It’s- it’s nothing bad, I swear!”

Rafe stepped away from you, his brows drawing together. “Does Topper know about this?”

You dropped your gaze. “No,” you whispered. “But- but you know how he is.” “Yeah I fucking know how he is. He’s my fucking best friend Y/N. You think this is okay? To sneak around like this? With him?” His words stung, but you tried to keep your voice even as you spoke. Whether he meant it or not, Rafe was targeting you, and you were completely to blame. “I know,” you said, holding out your hands to steady him. “I know. Please just-” “Just what?” Rafe snapped, and his hand fumbled around in his pocket, then he pulled out his phone. Your eyes widened, and you shook your head at him, batting it away. “Don’t,” you pleaded. “Rafe, it's nothing bad. It’s nothing- JJ tell him. We were just having fun.”

With that, JJ stood up, sighing slightly as he wiped the sand off of his palms and onto his shorts. He looked at you, then at Rafe, whose chest was heaving. “Oh we were having fun alright,” JJ said, cocking his head at you, and your expression dropped, along with your posture. That little fucking bitch. Rafe snorted. “You’re pathetic Y/N.” “You really shouldn’t talk to her like that,” JJ said as he strode over to you. You grabbed onto Rafe’s shirt without thinking, trying to hold him back.

“Easy,” you whispered. “Rafe, I can explain.” “I don’t think you can,” he stated, his eyes locking on JJ, who just smirked. “Tell him Y/N. Tell him how much fun we’ve been having.” “JJ,” you warned, and Rafe snorted out a laugh.

“I’m calling Topper.” “You’re not,” you replied through gritted teeth, and Rafe licked his lips. “I can’t believe this,” he said, and then all of a sudden he was darting towards JJ, his fists flying up towards the boy. You yanked tighter on his shirt, then slammed your body into his in a desperate attempt to stop him, and he stumbled back, shoving you away. “Stop it,” you said, your hands dropping from his chest. “You know how Topper can be. You think he’d spend a day out surfing with me? It’s harmless, and you know that. Drop the ego Rafe; walk away.” You swallowed tightly, and Rafe stared at you. Slowly, he brought a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, and then he exhaled heavily, turning his body away from you. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re crazy. You can’t go sneaking around like this.”

You knew he would crack. Rafe was your friend before he was Toppers. That was, after all, part of why you hated him so much; he was unloyal and therefore, unpredictable.

“Remember when I caught you at Topper’s? With his motorbike?” Rafe’s eyes narrowed at you. “What are you talking about?” “When I caught you stashing your coke in his bike. He would’ve been a dead man if Barry found out that he had it, and you knew that, but you stashed it there anyways.” “For fuck’s sake,” Rafe muttered, his hands going up to tug at his hair. “Are you really blackmailing me?” “Y/N,” JJ chimed beside you, his brows raising as he gave you a once-over. “I never expected you to play so dirty.” “Shut up.” You turned your attention back to Rafe, who at this point was fuming. “You won’t tell Topper about this, and I won’t say anything about the bike. You said you owed me one.” “You’re a liar,” Rafe seethed, dropping his arms back to his sides. “And a cheater. He’ll catch you. You and this motherfucker.” JJ raised his brows at him as if to give him a “wow” look. You could feel the adrenaline rushing through you. You had lied to Topper, and you had just blackmailed Rafe. Jesus, what were you thinking?

You had no idea if Rafe was actually going to keep shut, but you were overwhelmed. Quickly, you turned on your heel, grabbing your things from where you had dropped them on the sand, and then you headed up the beach. “Where are you going?” JJ asked, and you glanced over at him, then snorted.

“Where does it look like?” You snapped. “Home.”

“What you just did back there was fucking badass,” JJ said, giving you a grin. You just sighed, rolling your eyes slightly as you hiked your bag further up on your shoulder. When you didn’t reply, JJ jumped in front of you, grabbing your arms to stop you. “Hey,” he continued. “I’m serious. ‘Drop the ego Rafe’ was a good one, alright?”

You stared at him, then heaved a sigh. “I guess,” you said, and started to walk again, your flip flops smacking against the hot sand. “He pisses me off so much.” “That makes two of us,” JJ replied, and he hopped the small wooden fence in front of you, landing on the sidewalk on the other side. You did the same, and he grabbed onto your arm as he helped you down.

“He’s right though,” you said, glancing back over your shoulder as if you expected said blonde to be standing right there. “I shouldn’t be sneaking around.” JJ tilted his head at you, and then he did a skip, turning around to walk backwards. “You know,” he started, “it’s not sneaking around if you’re not lying. Just don’t say anything and you’ll be fine.” You gave him a look. “But I am lying.” JJ raised his brows, then checked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t going to hit anything. It occurred to you that he had completely ditched the surfboards. “Like I said sweetheart,” he said, brushing some hair out of his eyes. “It would be different if I was fucking you on a table while you told your boyfriend you were studying. As much as I would like to, we’re not.” Your cheeks went red, and you looked away, pulling on the straps to your bag. He was right, but he was also wrong. You had gone against Topper, and that was enough of an opposition.

“I like this,” you said suddenly, and you stopped walking. JJ slowed down too, tilting his head at you. “What?” “I like this,” you repeated, gesturing to the space between you. “The surfing. The beach. I like it JJ, but I really shouldn’t. That with Rafe? That was too much of a close call, and I don’t want to threaten my relationship with Topper any further. It’s already strained.” You swallowed, your grip tightening on your bag. JJ chewed on his lower lip, and then he cocked his head to the left. “It’s already strained?” He questioned, and you sighed, waving him off. “Forget about it,” you said. “Just- I don’t think this is such a good idea; the surfing I mean. I’ll learn on my own.” “You suck,” he laughed, and you rolled your eyes. “There’s no way you’ll last a day in those waves without me.” “You have such little faith in me.” “Honey I have zero faith in you,” he answered, and you just shook your head. “I’m going home,” you said as you watched him. You didn’t think that he would’ve been bothered, and he didn’t appear to be. He just shrugged.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” “No, you won’t,” you laughed, starting down the street again. He walked beside you, swinging his arms and grinning. “No I think I will,” he said. “Somebody has to supervise you.” “Wh-” “I won’t surf, I’ll just watch. You can’t tell me to fuck off because it’s a public beach.” You gave him an exasperated look, and he winked. JJ then leaned over and ruffled your still damp hair, and then he gave you a light shove on the shoulder. You didn’t know why, but the action made your neck go warm, and you looked away from him. The two of you didn’t say much, and all you could think about was how you had walked away from Rafe, and how JJ had walked away from two perfectly good surfboards.

-

It was a sweltering day, and the last fucking thing you wanted to do was track. Your teacher, Mr. Robin was a fitness addict, and you knew that you stood absolutely no chances in getting out of the running, but that wasn’t stopping you from trying. “You think if I say I have asthma he’ll let me sit out?” You whispered to Emerson as you watched the first round of students start off down the track. It wrapped around the whole field, but Mr. Robin insisted that the class should run farther, and therefore he had opened up the back gate, leading students down the road. “He knows you don’t have asthma,” Emerson muttered back, shaking her head. “He watched you throughout all of beach volleyball.” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck.” “It’s only a couple minutes,” Emerson said, but she cringed as she spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” “It’s a billion fucking degrees!” Roy said, coming up behind the two of you. “God, I hate him.” “He’s not so bad!” Emerson defended, and you groaned as you watched the students come back around the track. Mr. Robin of course looked lively and hadn’t sweat a drop. “Alright! Second group!” He called, barely slowing down as he ran past you. You gave Emerson a look before the two of you started running, following behind another fifteen students. “Jesus it’s hot,” Roy mumbled, exhaling loudly, but then he ran ahead, leaving Emerson and you behind. “I wish he’d just quit it,” you said, flicking your head towards Roy.

“Quit what?” “He complains but then always has to be the best,” you muttered, shaking your head. Emerson just laughed, and the two of you continued on. You ran past the track, and then started across the field towards the gate. Mr. Robin was at least a thirty yards ahead of you, and you sighed.

“Y/N!” You heard a call, and you looked over at Emerson, but she hadn’t noticed.

You slowed your pace, frowning as you looked across the field. “Y/N! Hey!” The voice called again, and you turned to look over to your right, where the fence of the property met with the trees. And there was a very familiar blonde, waving at you like he hadn’t seen you in months. “JJ?” You whispered to yourself, your face pinching up as you stared at him. He was running on the other side of the fence, dodging trunks and ducking under branches. “Hey!” He waved, a shit eating grin on his face. “Emerson…” you started, but she had already noticed. “Is that JJ?” She asked, and you frowned. “What the fuck is he doing?” He waved you over aggressively, and called your name again. The kids in front of you glanced back, and one of them gave you an annoyed stare. You glanced over at JJ nervously, then at Emerson, who shrugged.

“Go see what he wants,” she said, and you gave her a look.

“What? Are you crazy?” “He obviously wants something,” Emerson said, glancing over at the boy. He was still urging you over, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “I can’t just ditch,” you whisper-shouted. Mr. Robin was well past the gate now. He probably wouldn’t notice if you slipped away, but still, you never skipped class. You had an almost perfect attendance. But in your eyes Active Living didn’t really count as an important class. “He won’t even notice,” Emerson assured. “Just go. It could be bad karma not to.” “How’s that bad karma?”

“What if it’s important? It could come back and bite you in the ass one day.” You gave her another sigh, glancing up at Mr. Robin. Then, quickly before you could doubt yourself again, you beelined away from the group, not stopping until your feet hit the dirt on the other side of the fence. “Jesus Christ!” JJ hooted. “You jumped that fence in record breaking time!” “Shut up!” You laughed, and then you shoved him behind a tree. You poked your head out to make sure that nobody had seen, and he wiggled his brows at you. “I see you’re getting comfortable with closing the distance, huh Y/N?”

You shoved away from him, pinching up your face as you gave him a disgusted look. “You’re gross,” you muttered, brushing some dirt off of your hands. “It’s only because I don’t want to get caught.” “Get caught?” JJ gave you a funny look, and then he was taken over with realization. “You’ve never skipped class before, have you?” The back of your neck went warm, and you turned away from him. “I have!” You defended, but terribly. “You totally haven’t. You could learn a thing or two from the pro.” “You?” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t think the teachers even care if you show up anymore. Whereas with me…” He gasped. “You have zero manners sweetheart. I’m their favourite for sure; teacher’s pet. They love me. In fact, I think they might love me even more than you do.” You clutched your hands to your chest, then pouted, making yourself look as distraught as possible. “Oh really?” You whined. “I don’t think anyone can love you more than me.”

JJ smiled, then ran his fingers through his hair. You glanced back at the field, and you could see Emerson talking to Roy as she ran. He would probably notice, but the chances of him saying anything were very slim.

JJ started walking through the trees and towards the street, and without much of a choice, you followed. “Why’d you flag me down?” You asked, catching up with him as the two of you emerged on the sidewalk. “Hm?” You frowned. “Why’d you call me over, dumbass. I was in the middle of class.”

“Oh,” JJ chimed, grinning over at you. “No reason really. I thought you guys might be out today. I remember how much Robin loved running when it’s fucking blazing outside.”

You stopped walking, then pursed your lips at him. “You mean you called me over here for nothing.” “Let’s face it, you probably weren’t having very much fun anyways.” JJ shrugged. “Figured I’d save you before it was too late.”

“Oh how fucking heroic.” “Absolutely sweetheart.” He winked. “Only for you. Now c’mon.”

You blinked at him, your teeth pulling at the inside of your cheek. There he was again, trying to drag you off on some new adventure, and you barely even knew him. You were about to make a terrible mistake, but you couldn’t help yourself. There was something strangely intriguing about him. Curiosity killed the cat.

“Where are we going?” You asked, catching up to him once again. “I want to be back for my last block.” “I figured we’d surf,” JJ suggested, glancing over at you. He looked you up and down slightly, and the action made your neck go warm. You weren’t dressed to go surfing, and you only had about an hour. “I can’t do that,” you replied, shaking your head. “You’re crazy. There’s no way I have time to go surfing.” “Fine,” JJ said, raising his brows at you “Then what would you like to do princess? Because I didn’t just rescue you for nothing.” “Don’t call me princess,” you groaned. “You’re creeping me out.”

“Well if you can’t decide,” JJ said, craning his neck to look around the street. “Then I guess we’ll just stay here.” He plopped down on the side of the curb, his arms going on behind him as he leaned on his palms on the sidewalk. You stared at him, then sighed, sinking down. “Do you have like ADHD or something?”

“Maybe.” JJ smirked. “Would it make a difference?” “Well, maybe it would explain why you’re so sporadic and crazy.” “I’m not crazy, I’m just having a good time.” He shook out his blonde hair, then pushed it back with his palm, watching you. You stared back at him, wrapping your arms around your knees. He had a daring look in his eye, and it made your neck go warm yet again. There was just something about the way he carried himself too. Yeah, he was cocky, but he was also confident and -- from what you could see -- strong.

“What’s the most fun you’ve ever had?” JJ asked suddenly, his eyes not breaking away from yours. You sighed, looking down at the sidewalk to think. You had a lot of good memories with Emerson and Scarlett. You had a lot of good memories with your parents. Some with Topper. Some with your old friends. “I don’t know,” you replied quietly, running your hands up and down your legs. The sun was scorching. “I’ve had a lot of good times.” “Tell me one,” he said, tilting his head at you. You chewed the inside of your cheek again, then looked down the street. It was mostly empty, but down at the end you could see two people with dogs; they were deep in conversation. “Um.” You frowned. It seemed like all of a sudden you couldn’t remember any of them. “I went to a concert with Emerson once.” “Oh yeah? Which concert?” “Cage the Elephant.” “You listen to Cage?” “Yeah,” you breathed, grinning softly. “I like a lot of alternative. You listen to Mt. Joy?” JJ scrunched up his face. “Sometimes. Not really though.”

“King Krule?” “No way,” JJ said as a smile took over his face. “You listen to King Krule?” “Sure do,” you replied, and he shook his head at you, dusting off his palms on his shorts. “What’s your favourite album?”

“I’m classical; I like 6 Feet Beneath the Moon.” JJ’s grin widened. “A woman of taste I see.”

Your cheeks tinted with his comment, and you looked away, letting out a small sigh. The silence between the two of you was actually nice. It didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, and the sun was beginning to be less blazing and more warm and soft -- if that made any sense at all. The two people with the dogs that had been talking parted, and one of them walked past you and JJ, but on the other side of the street. From some house behind you, you could hear music playing.

But the moment didn’t last long.

“I knew she was out here,” you heard someone say, and you were on your feet in an instant. You felt your peaceful moment slip away, as soon as you saw the three boys nearing you. Topper’s face pinched up in an angry expression, and both Rafe and Kelce looked just as annoyed. “Topper,” you breathed, almost in disbelief, and you saw as JJ slowly stood up beside you. “The big man,” JJ said, grinning, but the smile was smacked right off of him. Topper didn’t even stop walking, he just barrelled his fist into the side of JJ’s face. You shrieked out, and then you threw your arms around Topper, trying to stop him.

“Get off of me Y/N,” he said sharply, throwing you off. You stumbled back, and bumped into Kelce, who steadied you, but shook his head. “I told you that you were gonna get fucked,” Rafe said, running his fingers loosely through his hair. You ignored him, and tried to grab onto Topper again, but he was swinging at JJ. JJ of course was swinging back; breathing heavily while his fists flew. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sight, and it was wrong, so very wrong. “Jesus!” You yelled, throwing yourself on Topper again. “Topper give it up!” He pulled away, his chest rising and falling aggressively as he watched JJ, whose lip had busted open. You wanted to instantly rush over and help him, but you had to keep your boyfriend under control. Wasn’t that a bad thought to think: that you had to control your own boyfriend?

“Did I not say to stay away from him?” Topper rasped, and your grip tightened on his shirt. “Topper,” you whispered. “I saw him out here. I had a spare.” “I know you don’t have a fucking spare,” Topper spat, pushing you off of him again. “Kelce saw you jump the fence.” You felt the colour drain from your face as you looked over at Kelce, who dipped his head. He probably hadn’t meant any harm when he told Topper, but of course your boyfriend would’ve blown it out of proportion and insisted on following you. As always, you were right. “It’s nothing,” you said to Topper, who was looking between you and JJ with rage. “Topper I can assure you that it’s nothing. I was taking a break. You know how Mr. Robin can be with his sprints! I was fucking tired, okay? We were talking about music.” “Music?” Topper let out a sarcastic laugh. “You were talking about music. How romantic.” “Topper-” “I told you to stay away from him,” he said, stepping away from you. “For all I know you’ve probably been spending time with him regularly.”

“You don’t know shit Topper,” JJ spat, and you had almost forgotten that he was there. “Keep quiet,” you warned him, and he rolled his eyes at you, swiping his thumb across his bloodied lip.

“Is that true Y/N?” Topper asked, his face tinting with anger. “Have you been spending time with him?” You couldn’t help it; you looked over at Rafe. He avoided eye contact. “No,” you lied. “I haven’t.”

“Are you telling me the truth?” “Yes!” “Then why don’t I believe you.”

The words stung even though you were at fault, and you stepped back, your eyes pricking with tears. “Nothing happened Topper,” you said, biting on the inside of your cheek again. “Nothing.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair, and then he looked away in disbelief. You glanced back at JJ, and he locked eyes with you, his thumb swiping over his lip again. When you looked back at Topper, he was already beginning to walk away.

“I’ll see you later,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned his back from you. Kelce gave you an apologetic look as he followed him, and Rafe just gave you a tight lipped smile as if to say “I told you so.”

“You really need to sort out your shit Y/N,” he said, and then he stuffed his hands into his pockets, turning on his heel. You watched as they left; Topper storming down the sidewalk, Kelce looking back at you and JJ, and Rafe just shaking his head. You were overcome with guilt, and you turned back to JJ, your hands instantly making their way to his face. “Does it hurt?” You whispered, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone, where you could see the beginning of a bruise forming. JJ tilted his head slightly, his eyes going anywhere but yours. “Nah,” he said. “It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t look fine,” you mumbled, grazing your fingers over his face. “You’re bleeding.” He rolled his eyes, tilting his head away from your hands. “It’s a lip, Y/N. It’ll heal in like… five minutes.”

You stepped back. “Still.”

“Still what?” He shrugged you off, running a hand through his hair. “It’s my fault anyways. I shouldn’t have made you skip.” You frowned at him. “You didn’t make me do anything. I willingly hopped the fence.” “And you did it at hyperspeed too.” JJ gave you a smile, resulting in more blood pooling on his lip. You winced as he licked it away, only for it to collect in a bubble again. JJ groaned as it wiped at it. “You sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine Y/N,” he assured. “I’ve had worse.”

“How worse?” “What?” He drew his brows together, his hands sliding into his pockets as he stared at you with confusion. You knew that he was fucking aggresive, it wasn’t a shock that he had been in worse things.

“How worse?” He scoffed, shaking his head at you. “It doesn’t matter. You should get back to class.”

You stared at him, and he stared back. Finally, he raised his brows, giving you a “what?” kind of look, and you pursed your lips. “I don’t want to leave you here when you’re bleeding.”

“For fucks sake,” JJ laughed, spinning on his heel. “It’s a scratch Y/N, go back to class.” He started walking away, and you sucked in a breath, chewing on the inside of your lip. You weren’t even sure what to do, so you just watched as he walked down the street, and then disappeared around the corner. It occurred to you then that even though you had barely spent any time with JJ, you would much rather have saved him in a fight than save Topper. taglist: @tangledinsparkles @ponyboys-sunsets @heliopvth @dontjinx-it @jolomez @queen1054 @k-n-e @thewackywriter @alwayshopeless @ilymarkchan @dar3devils @jjsthumbring @nostalthicc @sspidermanss @poguelifeeee @mieczyslawmikaelsonn @maybebanks @itsriasblog @dolanfivsosxox @vnderoos @kaylinfayezink @imsad05 @sidon-and-sybil @alexa-playafricabytoto @uglygal123

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[berkmansimagines]

Taken (Part 4/7)

A/N: I have an endgame now. This will be seven parts. Parts 5 & 6 go together and I’m going to try to post them next week within a few days of each other. Thanks for reading!

Summary:  Fuches kidnaps Barry’s daughter.

← Part 3 | Part 5 →

You’ve been on the road all day, tied up in the backseat of Fuches’ car since he pulled you out of the trunk. You’re still anxious but a lot calmer now. Even though Barry’s been forced to sit in the front seat next to Fuches, having him in the car with you has helped. Your father kept an eye on you and made sure Fuches didn’t try anything. You felt safer with him there.

You had overheard some conversations between Fuches and Barry throughout the drive. Fuches kidnapped you so he could pressure your father to go on some hits. You hate the role you’ve been forced to play, a pawn in Fuches’ sick game.

The three of you finally arrive in Cleveland late at night.

“Welcome home,” Fuches nods to Barry.

Barry looks at the city lights out the window with complete dread. He hates being back. This place isn’t his home anymore. 

As Fuches continues driving, the streets become more recognizable to Barry. It’s his old neighborhood. Then Fuches turns onto a side street and Barry immediately sees his old apartment building. 

Barry hasn’t been here since he first went to Los Angeles. Fuches told Barry that the Chechens bombed it as a warning shot for dragging his feet on the Ryan Madison hit. Barry never bothered going back after he decided to stay in LA. He assumed there was nothing left for him in Cleveland. The move reset Barry’s entire life.

Fuches parks right next to Barry’s old car. Barry thought that piece of junk was impounded long ago.

“What are we doing here?” Barry asks.

“I continued paying rent for your place after you left. I knew you’d be back eventually. Figured you’d need a home to go back to,” Fuches explains.

“You told me it got destroyed,” Barry tensely replies.

“I lied to try to motivate you to get moving on the Ryan Madison hit,” Fuches admits, “I was going to tell you the truth but then we got caught up in all that Chechen shit.”

“WHAT?” Barry raises his voice so loudly that it startles you.

“Well maybe I would’ve remembered to tell you if you didn’t abandon me with the Chechens for so long. I waited days for you to go on a hit and you were with your little acting class,” Fuches complains.

Barry clenches his jaw, as if he’s holding back what he really wants to say. He’s exhausted, his hands are numb and his kid is tied up in the back seat. He doesn’t have time to argue with Fuches.

“Fine, whatever. Why did you take us here?” Barry shrugs.

“I’m dropping you off. You can go in,” Fuches tells Barry.

He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a Swiss Army Knife. Barry gives him a confused look. There’s no way Fuches was letting him go that easy. There has to be a catch.

“I’ll call you tomorrow with the client’s address. And don’t bother looking for any of your old guns, I swept the place already. You’ll be unarmed until you go on the hit…. Oh and the girl’s staying with me until the job is done.”

You gasp. No! Barry can’t leave you, not now. 

“No fucking way,” Barry adamantly shakes his head, “Wherever I go, she goes. So either she leaves with me or I stay with her. She won’t be alone with you again.”

Fuches takes a deep breath and a moment to think.

“Fine. I moved all your guns to my place and I don’t trust you around them. We’ll all stay here. Tomorrow we’ll go on the hits,” he reluctantly agrees, turning off the car.

Barry eyes you in the rearview mirror and you meet his gaze. He gives you a reassuring nod. He’s not going anywhere.

“Thank you,” you quietly mouth to him.

Fuches gets out of the car and opens the door to the backseat. You nervously jump back trying to get away, but he takes hold of your ankles and drags you toward him.

“No stop!” you beg.

“Fuches, what the fuck are you doing?” Barry yells, pulling at the ziptie binding him to the front seat.

“Calm down, will ya?” 

Fuches cuts the duct tape binding your ankles and pulls you out of the car. You land on your feet and Fuches roughly grabs your arm before you can even think about running. He leads you around the car and opens the passenger’s side door.

Using his free hand, Fuches cuts the ziptie. Barry’s hands are still tied with duct tape in front of him but he’s able to move his arms more freely. Barry unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car.

“Walk ahead of us,” Fuches instructs Barry.

Barry quietly nods. He looks at you once more before heading towards the building’s entrance. Fuches keeps a tight hold of you, following Barry a few feet back. 

Barry mindlessly punches in the code to get into the building. No matter how long he’s been away, it’s something that will forever be ingrained in his memory.

Your father leads you and Fuches through the rundown apartment building, eventually stopping in front of a door at the end of the hallway. This must be his old place.

“I don’t have my key anymore,” Barry sighs.

“Don’t worry, I do,” Fuches holds up a pair of keys.

Fuches drags you towards the door and unlocks it. He turns on a light and shoves you inside. Your father gives Fuches a cold look before following you into the apartment. 

Barry’s jaw almost drops when he sees the place. It looks exactly the same, like he never left. 

“W-Whoa! Dad, did you really used to live here?”

You look around the cold and dreary space. It’s nothing like the home you and your dad built back in LA. He told you once that he used to be depressed when he was living in Cleveland, now you can see why.

“Yeah,” Barry looks down to his feet.

On the bookshelf you spot a large frame with a picture of Barry in his Marines uniform, a paddle and few medals. You take a few steps towards it to get a closer look.

“Oh wow, dad, is that you?” you use your bound hands to point at the photo.

Barry nods.

“You look so young! And kind of dorky too,” you tease, letting out a little laugh. 

Your father grins to himself. It’s the first time he’s seen you smile since this whole ordeal started.

CLICK

You and Barry turn your attention towards the door. Fuches just locked and deadbolted it. Nobody was leaving this apartment tonight, he’d make sure of it.

“Look, man, you got us here and we aren’t going anywhere. You need to untie us,” Barry tries.

“You must be joking,” Fuches scoffs.

“Seriously. I’m staying here and doing those hits tomorrow. If I don’t do them, we’re fucked and I’m not gonna let us get caught. I can’t go to jail. Y/N needs me,” your father says. 

Fuches sighs. He’s slowly caving. Barry can see it. He keeps pushing.

“I won’t be able to shoot a gun if I can’t feel my hands.”

“What about the girl?” Fuches points to you, “If I untie her, she’ll make a run for it.”

“I told you she’s staying with me. She won’t leave,” Barry insists. 

Fuches takes a deep breath and shakes his head, “Don’t make me regret this.”

Fuches pulls out his Swiss Army Knife once more. He grabs your wrists and cuts the duct tape binding them together. Then he goes to Barry.

“Don’t do anything stupid or the girl is gone. You hear me?” Fuches quietly warns your father.

Barry solemnly nods. He understands. Fuches cuts him loose. 

While shaking your wrists trying to get circulation back, Fuches brushes past you. You reflexively cross your arms across your chest to protect yourself. 

“Y/N,” Barry gets your attention while walking towards you.

Your father pulls you into a big hug. You hug him back tightly, burying your head into his shoulder. You feel safe now.

After you both pull away, Barry rests his hands on your shoulders and looks you over to make sure you have no injuries.

“You doing okay?” Barry asks in a concerned tone.

“Well isn’t this a cute father/daughter moment?” Fuches snickers at the two of you.

You once again cross your arms against and nervously shift your weight onto your back foot. Barry senses how uncomfortable and afraid you are. He moves directly in front of you, like he’s trying to block Fuches from even looking at you. Barry stares him down, wishing he can wipe the smug expression off his face. 

That’s it. Fuck Fuches and his stupid plan. Barry’s getting you out of here tonight.

-

You passed out not long after Fuches untied you. You’re tired and sore and it all finally caught up to you. Barry offered his bed to you, saying he can sleep on the floor. He didn’t care if it was uncomfortable, he just wanted to be close to you. It also positioned him between you and Fuches. If Fuches wanted to get to you, he’d have to go through Barry.

Fuches took the couch. He insisted on remaining close to the front door in case you and Barry tried leaving in the middle of the night.

After the lights go out, Barry patiently waits for Fuches to doze off. Everything is quiet until Fuches begins to lightly snore. That confirms it for Barry. With Fuches fast asleep, it’s time to make a move. Barry quietly sits up and lightly taps you awake. 

“Y/N, wake up! We’re getting out of here,” Barry urgently whispers.

“What?” you groggily ask.

“Trust me.”

Barry takes your hand and helps you out of bed. He keeps hold of your hand, leading you through the dark apartment towards the front door.

Suddenly the lights turn on. You see the only exit now blocked by Fuches. He’s holding a gun.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You gasp. Barry quickly pulls you behind him, putting himself between you and Fuches.

“Fuches, hey. Just relax,” Barry puts his hands up in defense.

“Barry, now what am I going to do about you two?” Fuches wonders aloud.

“This was my fault. Don’t take it out on her,” your father tries.

Fuches shakes his head.

“You, brat...” Fuches points the gun at you,“There are two pairs of handcuffs on the coffee table. Bring them to me.”

You freeze in fear, holding your breath. You can feel the knots in your stomach coming back.

“NOW!” Fuches raises his voice.

“Ok… ok,” you nervously stutter.

You get the handcuffs from the coffee table and then skittishly approach Fuches. Before you can walk past Barry he puts his arm up. You stop in your place.

“Dad?” 

“Give me the handcuffs, Y/N. I’ll give them to Fuches,” Barry says with a quiet seriousness in his voice. His eyes are on Fuches the whole time.

You anxiously nod and give your father the handcuffs.

Barry steps forward and slowly walks towards Fuches. If he can get close enough during the exchange, he thinks he can steal away the gun. Barry holds up the handcuffs for Fuches to take when-

Fuches abruptly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his taser.

ZAP

Barry winces in pain, drops the handcuffs and falls to the floor. He’s temporarily paralyzed, just like what happened when Fuches tased you. 

Fuches stands over the incapacitated Barry. He picks up a pair of handcuffs and takes hold of your father’s wrists.

“Get away from him!” you charge towards Fuches.

You try to push Fuches away from Barry but he doesn’t budge. He cuffs Barry and then he shoves you down on the floor as hard as he can.

“Y/N...run…” Barry weakly tells you.

You get up and race towards the door. You can hear Fuches’ footsteps closely behind you, but you’re afraid to look back. You clutch onto the doorknob when you suddenly feel an arm wrap around your waist. Fuches roughly picks you up. 

“No!” you scream, then look to Barry for help, “Dad!”

Barry’s paralyzed on the ground and his hands are cuffed behind his back. He can’t stand up and save you. All he can do is helplessly watch.

“Let me go!”

Fuches covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your screams. You struggle and squirm in his arms as he drags you out the door.

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[qlala]

I’ve had a couple requests to see the unfinished Leonard and Lisa fic I mentioned yesterday, so I’m going to try posting it here! It’s the first ~2k words, so please let me know if the “read more” doesn’t work.

The basic idea involves a meta who can link up two people’s memories, similar to the concept of “the drift” in Pacific Rim. Barry and Leonard get whammied by her during a fight, and they’re both pretty much incapacitated by it, because there’s a lot to deal with there on both sides. There’d be a coldflash endgame if I ever finish it, but that’s not overt in this section. If it’s not clear, italics indicate a memory not Barry’s own. 

Trigger warnings: Please be aware that for obvious reasons, this deals a lot with Leonard and Lisa’s abusive childhood. The abuse doesn’t appear “on screen,” so to speak, but the fallout from it and the strong emotions surrounding it do. There’s also a brief allusion to transactional sex. Please keep yourselves safe and don’t read if you’re in a headspace where those things could be harmful to you. ❤️

By the time Barry stopped screaming, Leonard had filled the team in on what had happened to them. 

Barry came back to himself with heaving, raw breaths. He tried to focus on the marble flooring beneath his cheek, and he twisted off his side to press his forehead to it, cool and grounding. 

He could hear Leonard talking—familiar voice, terse sentences, clipped like he was speaking between gritted teeth—but it took Barry a second to locate him in the room. He was pressed back into the corner of the room opposite from him, kneeling, his arms wrapped tight around his middle. His hands were knotted white-knuckled in the material of the parka, an apparent attempt to stop the shaking that was visible even from twenty feet away. 

He wondered when Leonard had moved, then wondered how much time had passed. The last thing he remembered was trying to push Leonard out of the way as the meta lashed out at them with… whatever it had been, a streak of white light, fragmented like a chain, a leash.

The memory was hard to pin down. It kept appearing to him from two different angles, and there was a headache pressing behind his eyes that grew sharper every time he tried to focus on one or the other. 

“Barry? Barry, can you—?” 

Barry didn’t even think when the hand reached for him and a barrage of memories hit him broadside: other hands, one other hand. He jerked backwards, his powers the last thing from his mind, and whoever it was yanked their hand away as if he’d just bitten them. 

“Stop.” It was odd to hear Leonard’s voice without the drawl, sharp with anger, clear and ringing. 

“He can’t help it.” 

Cisco’s voice—that was even better than the floor. The memories that floated up were Barry’s own: movie nights, STAR Labs, a Lady Gaga song playing on repeat.

“Not him,” Leonard said. When he looked up, his eyes were so blood-stained that it was hard to see the blue of his irises. That explained Barry’s headache, at least. “You. All of you. Stop touching him.”

“He needs help.” 

Iris’s tone was steady, careful; it was the voice she used on stray cats and nervous sources. Barry was glad to find her just off to his right, but he still flinched as soon as she lifted her hand.

In the corner, Leonard made an aborted movement as if to stop her. “Last thing I’d want right now is someone grabbing me.” It was taking him obvious effort to speak; he shut his eyes, and his brow was furrowed in what could’ve been pain, and could’ve been concentration. “Given the circumstances, I suspect that’s… operative. At the moment.” 

There was a silence in which all Barry could hear was the sound of his own breathing. Then Iris knelt a careful foot away and placed her hand on the ground, palm up. 

Barry nodded once—it was all he could manage—and reached out to clasp her wrist.  

“Barry?” 

He nodded again, and her shoulders dropped in relief. 

“Okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. Do you know where you are?”

He risked a glance around, only to wince at the double memories: sitting on his dad’s shoulders as he explained how he’d consulted on the new exhibit about the human body, showed him his name on a sign by the door; Lisa dragging him through the Jewels of the World exhibit, her hand impossibly small in his own, declaring the Hope Diamond hideous with the flippant confidence only a child could have.

Barry’s head throbbed, and when he rubbed his free hand under his nose, it came away streaked with blood. 

In his peripherals, Leonard mirrored the gesture, then wiped his wrist on his coat. 

“The natural history museum,” Barry rasped. “Central.” 

“Why is it affecting him more than you?” Caitlin’s voice, unexpected, behind him. “You’re getting his memories, too, aren’t you?”

Barry groaned as guilt panged in his chest; his whole team had been dragged out because he couldn’t take down one meta. 

Leonard finally looked at him again, then met Caitlin’s gaze with a hard glare. “Karaoke,” he said, surprising her into a blink. “Grease. You’re a terrible singer.” 

She looked offended, but when Leonard pushed himself to his feet, her doctor’s instincts seemed to take over, and she took a step toward him.

He held out a hand to stop her. “Your voice is the third-worst thing Barry’s past has to throw at me. Not all of us have lived such charmed lives.” 

Barry’s lip curled even as his mind latched onto Leonard’s taunt, grateful for the distraction. “My parents were killed in front of me,” he said. “And my father’s doppelganger broke my back on national television.”

Leonard glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “I ranked that last one lower than Snow’s Olivia Newton-John.”

Iris tensed beside him, but it shocked a snort of laughter out of Barry. “I’m—” He let go of Iris’s wrist, used the hand to push himself up to sitting. “I’m fine. Can we go back to the lab?”

He was about to offer to run them there, but a glance toward the glass doors brought a fresh wave of memories, decades of them tied to the museum steps, the restaurant across the street, a stop sign stolen from the intersection before he’d even been born. 

“Best to keep your eyes closed,” Leonard said. 

“Yeah,” Barry agreed. He wouldn’t have gotten down the block. “Cisco, can you—?”

Cisco powered up his Vibe gloves, a ripple already opening up in the space in front of them. “Yeah, man. Come on. Let’s get you home.” 

* * * * * * 

“I said not to call her.”

Leonard sounded on the edge of homicide, and Barry risked opening his eyes to glance over at him. He didn’t need the sensors taped to Leonard’s wrists and temple (he’d steadfastly refused to take off his shirt, had pulled a knife when Caitlin had tried to insist) to guess at his spiked blood pressure, though the monitor next to him confirmed it with a beep of alarm. 

They were in the medical bay at STAR Labs, had been for over six hours. Leonard was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, apparently above anything as vulnerable as lying down (or, apparently, painkillers, which Barry hadn’t even had the option of taking) and Cisco was doing an impressive job of standing his ground in the doorway. 

“She called me, alright, Cold? I couldn’t lie to her, not when she’s got a tracker showing her you’re sitting in my lab—” 

“She lied to you.” 

“It’s in the tip of one of your shoelaces, if it’s in the same place as mine,” Cisco offered, not unkindly.

They were interrupted by the sharp, carrying click of high heels coming down the hallway. 

The monitor next to Leonard’s bed beeped again, and Barry glanced at it. His blood pressure wasn’t the only thing elevated now; his heart rate was spiking, more than anything that could be blamed on anger. He was afraid. Barry had half a second to wonder why, then Leonard bit out, “Close your eyes,” and Lisa shoved past Cisco into the room in a whirlwind of righteous fury. 

Barry’s own memories almost didn’t recognize her. He hadn’t seen her in over a year, and her hair was dramatically shorter than when they’d last met. It was short, boyishly so, and a dark brown he suspected was her natural color. 

But his memories weren’t the only ones living in his head anymore, and his mouth opened without his permission. “Lis,” he said. “I haven’t seen your hair like that since—” 

Nothing, not even that first blast of memories at the museum, could’ve prepared for the strength of the fear that slammed into him.

Lisa, barely ten, eating mac and cheese in front of the television. Lewis stumbling in the front door, reeking of beer. Every muscle tensing. A slurred name from Lewis when he saw Lisa, a name that made Len’s blood turn to ice, that made Lisa smile hopefully and ask, “Mom?” Lewis’s squint, his quiet, “Huh.” And then Lewis dropping on the couch, already halfway to passing out, and saying, “Gonna be a looker just like her.”

Len had pleaded with Lisa for hours that night, one hand on the kitchen scissors, one eye on the living room. The toy store, the candy store, fuck it, the pet store, anything she wanted, he’d buy it, just let him cut her hair, just this once, just til Dad went away again—

Barry remembered his powers just in time. He barely made it to the bathroom before his stomach heaved, and his hands were still shaking by the time he was able to take a full breath without retching again. He pushed up from the cracked floor—his knees had hit the ground hard enough to shatter the tile—and flushed the toilet, then limped out to the sink.

His reflection in the mirror was a mess; on top of everything else, his nose was bleeding again, too. He splashed cold water on his face, then changed his mind and stuck his whole head under the tap. He tried to focus on the sound of the water rushing over his ears; he needed a distraction, any distraction, to keep his mind from getting dragged back into the memory. The terror, the rage, the thousand better ways he could use those kitchen scissors to solve their problem instead of cutting off Lisa’s fucking baby curls— 

Someone shut off the water, and Barry pulled back from the sink with a wet gasp. He pushed the soaking hair out of his eyes, flinched when it dripped onto his shoulders. 

Getting too long, he thought, with a morbid hiccup of laughter. Then he threw up again. 

When he recovered, Leonard was leaning against the sink next to him, holding out a paper towel.

“She doesn’t remember that,” he said, not looking at him. It was a warning, not a statement, and Barry nodded weakly. 

“Our dad was back in prison by the end of the week.”

Because you planted a gun on him, Barry didn’t say. He remembered the weight of it in his hand, two rounds in the wall next to the gas station attendant’s head; had to leave something for ballistics. Wiping his prints off on his t-shirt, curling Lewis’s hand around the grip, the trigger, dead to the world; another shot into their floor to get the gunpowder on his hand and the neighbors on the phone with the cops. 

Grabbing Lisa out of her bed, Winnie the Pooh blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders, thirty degrees outside. She was asleep on his chest by the time he got her to Mick’s. He dropped her off and went back to join the onlookers to make sure his dad got arrested, felt a vicious, bone-deep pleasure at seeing him dragged out of the hands in cuffs. He mentally added an extra year to their fortunes when the drunk old man elbowed a cop in the face, and black blood joined the blue and red lights in staining the front lawn. 

Whatever else Leonard had been saying, Barry had missed it. The few fragments he heard—six to eight year sentence, legal guardianship—jarred another memory loose: a pro bono attorney who let his hand rest a little too long on Len’s arm; Len, broke, desperate, not shaking it off. 

The feeling the memories carried was overwhelming, threatened to bring Barry to his knees. He was too frazzled to do the math, but Leonard couldn’t have been much older than he was now. Barry had no idea how he could’ve managed it, the absolute certainty that he would’ve killed for the child in his arms, the knowledge that one day, he probably would. 

When Barry looked at Leonard, he found him gazing steadily back at him, and the full weight of his focus was so unexpected that Barry almost flinched again. He took the paper towel instead.

“When Lisa said you raised her. I didn’t realize…” He had no idea how to put it into words; maybe it was something that only someone who’d been a parent could really understand. 

“My sister’s prone to exaggeration.”

His tone was flat, clipped, and Barry let the conversation lapse. He ran the sink again, then risked another glance in Leonard’s direction. He was still watching him. 

“What did you give her?” he asked. “For her to let you cut her hair.”

Leonard was quiet for so long that Barry thought he wasn’t going to answer him. Then, finally, he lifted one shoulder in an unconvincing shrug. “Took her out of school for a week.” He crossed his arms and looked away again. “Told ‘em she had chicken pox. Brought her to work with me. Boss let her sit in the corner booth and color.”

It was enough; Barry remembered it. The bar—closed now—with its sticky floor, the regulars still passed out on the bar from the night before; he’d serve them coffee and peanuts and get to work cleaning, have the bar restocked with sliced lemons before the bartenders arrived and call the repair guy if the ice machine was broken again. The regulars put endless Shirley temples on their tabs for Lisa, syrupy sweet sodas for a buck apiece that stained her teeth red, until Len cut her off and they ordered nachos for her instead, pretzels with beer cheese, doing a better job of feeding her than Len did most nights. 

There were tears stinging Barry’s eyes; Leonard ignored them other than handing him another paper towel, this one accompanied by an eye roll.  

#leonard snart #lisa snart #// tw abuse #the sniblings #my fics #barry allen #the flash

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(Rafe Cameron x Y/N)

Rafe tells you that he killed someone and even if you can’t look at him, you don’t know how to stop taking care of him. Read part 2 here!

WC: 2.7k

Warnngs: Minor mentions of feeling claustrophobic, minor mentions of feeling anxious but not including an anxiety attack, mentions of drug use, mentions of murder, mentions of not having a father/having a bad father, breaking up, toxic relationship, putting someone before yourself(?), oh! and spoilers

A/N: Okay, I haven’t written any fanfic since 2014 w/ 1D so if this sucks I am so sorry. Also, I know Rafe is awful but I went to take a nap and ended up writing this whole thing instead. Oh, I also have a playlist full of songs that I feel would match dating Rafe so like message me if you want it but basically, this is based on Something’s Gotta Give by Camila Cabello. Oh, and I didn’t proofread. Okay, again, I’m sorry.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The pounding on your door caused you to jump off of your sofa with a start. You were catching up on homework for your summer courses just seconds before you were interrupted.

“Who is it?” you called out, your voice wavering a little bit because the last time someone had slammed their fist against the door, it was Rafe’s dealer. The thought had reminded you to pick up the bat you had stored below the sofa before you started to head towards the door, “Barry, I swear to God, if it’s you…”, you trailed off as another bang shook your door. You cursed your campus for not providing dorm rooms with peepholes when you yanked the door open, bat in hand, and prepared to swing if the person on the other proved to be a threat. To your surprise, it was just your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.

“Rafe,” you breathe out a sigh of relief and dropped your weapon as he sped right passed you, into the dorm. He looked disheveled and almost manic as his eyes darted around your living room and then back to the door, which he slammed shut and locked immediately.

“What the- “

“Have you heard?” Rafe breathes out, finally taking the time to look at you. His eyes zeroing in on the bat on the floor near your feet.

“Heard what?” You asked carefully, feeling your heart rate pick up. He was starting to make you nervous but as he took a step towards you, you closed the gap between the two of you. This was the routine. It was always has been, ever since you began dating Rafe four years ago. He’d come to you broken and you’d do your best to fix him just for him to promise you that he’ll change and then repeat the cycle.

His arms wrap tightly around you as if you’d run away if he didn’t keep you close, “baby, you’re scaring me. What happened?” You said against his chest. Your height differences making it easy for you to hear his rapid beating heart. He took your face in his shaking hands, almost as if he’s studying your features, trying to calm himself down.

Finally, he opened his mouth, “John B shot Sheriff Peterkin, then he tried to kill my dad, okay? So, I stepped in and I, um, I, fuck. Fuck, y/n,” Rafe looked at your worried face, his eyes darting between yours. You managed to shut your mouth as you brought your hands up to his as he kept mumbling to himself. Afraid that he was about to have a panic attack, you led him to your bedroom. This also gave you the opportunity to fix your expression before you faced him again. You couldn’t believe that John B would do that. He’s a sixteen-year-old child, how could he have shot the Sheriff? What motive would he have to shoot the Sheriff?

“I fucked up; I was there. I protected my father. I did what I had to do. He was going to go to jail. I stopped her; Sarah wouldn’t have. She never would have. She’s not me. I defended him, I did it. I did it,” Rafe repeated over and over as you pushed lightly against his chest for him to sit down on your bed. It was as if this had broken him out of his trance. He grabbed ahold of your wrist, “I had to do it,” he said in almost a whisper. At this moment, every possible scenario had run through your head. What could he have done? Did he kill John B? You were trying not to panic as you sat on the floor in front of him.

“Rafe, baby, what did you do?” your voice sounded calmer than you feel.

“I killed Sheriff Peterkin,” Rafe said in a breath, and for a split second, you thought that you had mistaken. You couldn’t have heard him right. Not your Rafe. Your Rafe is a fuck up, yes, he had a drug problem, yes, but both of you were working on getting him through this. Not him. He wouldn’t…but the look in his eyes, there was a fire behind them that scared you.

“What?” you managed to choke out but it came out as barely a whisper. You wanted to pull your hands away from his but all you did was held on tighter.

Somehow, your reaction to him had pissed him off, he yanked your hands away from him but grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, as if you weren’t already looking at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, y/n. I already know I fucked up but you do not get to look at me like you don’t know me, I had a good reason,” Rafe said but you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself.

“I don’t understand,” you said softly as you brought your hand up to one that was grabbing onto your chin, “we were doing so well, how could I have been so blind?” you said as you noticed his dilated pupils. He said he was getting better and that this time he meant it. He said he was easing off the drugs, slowly.

“You’re high,” you concluded. That must have been it. He was probably on a trip again, you lied to yourself. There’s no way that your boyfriend was a murderer.

“Yes, but no. No, y/n, listen to me. It wasn’t the drugs,” he sputtered as you got up from the floor, standing up and him following suit. You used to love the way he towered over you but now it just seems like a dark shadow of the man you love.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s going to be okay. Just tell me what you need me to do, the high will pass and I’ll be here when you come down,” you tried to reason with him as you stepped back. Rafe began spacing in front of you, trying to cut you off but you insisted, trying to get him to see that it was just a bad trip.

“Stop it!” Rafe finally yelled as he slammed his fist down on your nightstand, “shut the fuck up for a moment and listen to me. I. Killed. Peterkin. It’s not the drugs, you always blame the drugs. Yes, I’m high but it’s not because of the fucking drugs. You always blame everything on them but they’re the only reason I’m a little bit sane right now, okay? I did it because I had to protect my father. He needed me,” Rafe reasoned as if it was the most casual thing he had ever said.

“Your father asked you to kill the Sheriff?” your defenses breaking with every second that you’re realizing the truth. You’re trying to process all the information that your brain wants to keep rejecting and you can’t keep up with your thoughts.

“No, the sheriff was going to arrest him or, or maybe even kill him. I don’t know but I know that I saved my father so he has to love me now. I did it for him to love me,” You can almost see Rafe trying to make sense of all of this in his head.

“Wait,” you put your hand up to stop him from muttering as he paced around your room. You watched him like a prey watches a predator, waiting for him to pounce at any moment. Not waiting for him to hurt you but just waiting for him to hurt himself. You’ve come to the conclusion that you’ve officially met the most self-destructive person, “You killed someone…for your father’s love. Your father, the man who honestly probably wouldn’t have cared if you lived or died?”

“He was only tough on me because he loves me, y/n,” Rafe said as he set his jaw, stopping his pacing to glare at you.

“You killed someone for someone who kicked you out when he found out you had a drug problem instead of trying to help you? You killed someone- “

“Stop it,”

“I love you. I love you unconditionally and you couldn’t even be sober for me but your fucking father, your piece of shit father-,” was all you could manage to get out before Rafe slammed your shoulders against the wall. His face an inch away from yours.

“You don’t understand y/n, I needed to do this!” Rafe’s voice boomed in your room that was beginning to feel a little too small, “I had to show him that I’d do anything for him. I needed to show him that I’d kill for him and step up where Sarah wouldn’t have.”

“All I’m hearing you say is that my love for you wasn’t enough for you,” you breathe the words between the both of you.

“My father gave me everything, y/n, it’s not the same,”

You scoffed and pushed at his chest, angry that he didn’t even budge as you used all your strength but he did step away from you, “You’re right. It’s not the same because I did everything for you! I left work, family gatherings, I left my own goddamn birthday when you were having a bad trip or you were coming down. I fucking sponge bathe you, Rafe. I fed you when you had cold sweats and-”

“I never asked you to!” He roared again as if he’s exasperated, he dropped himself back down on your bed.

“Of course you did! You telling me that you needed me was you asking me to. Every single time I told you that I loved you was me ensuring you that I would leave everything and everyone to be there for you!” You choked on your tears before you even realized you were crying. It felt like something was sitting heavy on your chest which made it hard for you to breathe.

Rafe didn’t take his eyes off of you, the twitch in fingers a telltale that he was going to be coming down again soon. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand, “and here I am again, proving to you that I will do anything for you while you tell me that you murdered someone for your father who had only turned around and disregarded you again because God knows, you wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t have told you to get lost.”

“I needed to show him, y/n, I needed to-“

“Maybe I don’t get it,” you cut him off, sniffling, as you went to your closet and pulled an extra blanket from the top shelf, “because I know that people can manage without a dad. That I know you could’ve managed without your dad. You had everything else that most people would kill for. You had money, you had status, and you had connections. You could’ve taken what he had done to you and turned around and done differently for yourself and your-,” you stopped yourself before you had taken it too far. Yes, Rafe has hurt your feelings and you don’t recognize him anymore when you look at this man sitting on your bed, looking broken and lost. Even after all that he’s said he’s done, you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him further or to forgive him, “look,” you said after a breath, “you can stay here as long as you need. The rules apply, all the same, you don’t bring coke here and you tell me if you’re feeling anything different when you’re coming down. I’ll run you a bath and I’ll go make you something to eat.”

You willed yourself not to fall to your knees and hug him when you see his tears falling down as his shaking hands covered his face, “I’m such a fuck up, y/n. I’m so sorry. I just, it’s always Sarah. It’s always her, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I ever be the chosen one? Why does he hate me?” Rafe asked, more to himself than to you so you don’t reply. You muffled your sob with your hand as his wracked through his whole body. You knew that no matter what you did for him, no matter what you say, nothing can take away the pain that he feels from being second best and the doom he feels knowing that he had sealed his fate trying to make his father proud.

After Rafe’s body stopped shaking from him crying, you took it as your cue to leave him be.

“Wait,” Rafe called out, his eyes red and puffy from his tears, “you still love me, right? You’re not going to turn me in?”

Your face scrunched up in disgust at the latter question, “I’ve come to terms that I will always love you no matter what that maybe it’s my karma to fall in love with a man who keeps taking every single part of me and ask me to do things that go against every single thing I believe in. So, no, Rafe Cameron, I’m not going to tell anyone that you shot the sheriff and trust me, that says a whole lot about me than it does about you.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth anyway, how could you tell anyone what he did when you don’t even fully believe it yourself?

Rafe had gotten up from your bed and walked over to you and you gripped onto your rolled-up blanket tighter, holding it in front of your chest as if it’ll protect you from the pain he’s caused you.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe whispers as he takes your face in his hands, “I love you, I’m sorry,” he leans in and tries to kiss your forehead but you move away from him, his hands feel like they’re burning you every time he touches you. You know that no one could take his place, that you’ll remember his touches forever but you have to preserve yourself because you know a murderer never stays free for long. It’s only time before Rafe gets taken away from you.

“If you loved me, even just a little bit, you wouldn’t have put me through this, Rafe,” you whispered back, your eyes burning as new tears threaten to spill. You took a long look back into his pleading blue eyes, his hands still outstretched towards you as if he’s touching a ghost, “like I said, I’ll put on a bath and make dinner but you and I, we’re done. I will take care of you and I will hide you the best I can but I cannot be with you in that way again,”

“Stop,” Rafe said as he stepped forward and grabbed your wrist a little harder than he had intended to. He’s always a little harder than he intends to be, “you don’t mean that. I know I fucked up but I can change. I’ll fix it. I can’t take back what I’ve done but we can move past it, I promise, I promise I won’t hurt you again.” Rafe said as new tears piled out from both of you. He kept pleading and begging as he got on his knees and hugged your middle to him. You could feel your chest caving in as you tried to pull his hands apart and remove yourself from his claps.

“I can’t be with you in that way Rafe because you don’t love yourself. You rely on loving other people and trying to make other people love you when all you do is hurt them because you don’t care about yourself. The only way that you can promise to never hurt me again is if we end this and you learn to love yourself, I’m sorry.” You sobbed as you pushed your legs to walk away from him and close the door to your bedroom. You can hear Rafe screaming and the sound of your things clattering all over the floor and smashing against the walls but you cannot allow yourself to act on emotion. You went through the list in your head: bath, food, laundry, sleep. The list of things Rafe needed because you’re always going to do what Rafe needed.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #my writing #my drabbles #drew starkey #im so sorry #outer banks #outerbanks #outerbanks fic #outer banks fic

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One Thing Right (Rafe x Reader)

A/N: Okay so first of all, I love Rafe. I think he’s one of the best and most complicated characters by faaaar. So I was going to write a Rafe fic eventually, but I received a message that made me say Fuck it and start writing right away. Also, I decided to use the lyrics of the song One Thing Right (Marshmello & Kane Brown) to write this soooo yeah.

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Request: literally anything Rafe I will read it (not really a request but this is the exact message I got that made me want to write a Rafe fic)

Summary: Mainly about your relationship with Rafe and its dynamic.

Warnings: Drug use, sex, fighting, mentions of murder, swearing

ONE THING RIGHT

I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

I’ve broken down and I’ve cried

I've got nothing to hide no more

You walked into the Cameron’s house expecting to see Rafe waiting for you on the stairs as he usually did. You had been dating for over a year, and every time Rafe would send you a message asking you to hang out, he would wait on his stairs until you arrived. 

However, this time he wasn’t there. 

You could also hear muffled screams coming from the upper floors of the house, and as you walked up, you realized they came from Ward’s office. 

“What are you even doing with your life, Rafe?” you heard him scream at your boyfriend. “Where are the generators? Huh?”

You couldn’t hear Rafe’s replies, so you left the office door behind and turned towards his room. Once inside, you sat upon his king-sized bed waiting for his arrival. 

Only a couple of minutes later did he walk in. There were tears brimming his lash line, and he froze once he saw you. 

“I forgot you were coming over,” he said, wiping his eyes on the back of his hands.

“Yeah, I guessed as much,” you replied. “What was all the screaming about?”

“Just drop it, Y/N,” he tried to brush it off.

This had been occurring for a while now, where you asked Rafe a question and he would try to avoid responding. Sometimes he would just ignore it. 

“You can tell me,” you whispered to him as he lay down beside you and rubbed a hand on your thigh.

Rafe simply sighed, closing his eyes and turning away. Was he really shutting you out? Not once before had there been a secret between the both of you, and now he wasn’t even talking to you. 

Pissed off, you stood from the bed and grabbed your bag. You approached the door, but right before you touched the handle, you heard a sob come from Rafe’s lips. 

Instantly, you turned back towards him. You sat down on the mattress as softly as you could and brought out an arm to rub circles around his back. 

You stayed like this for a little while longer, until he sat up and turned towards you. He hugged you tighter than he had ever hugged anybody before. He could feel you whispering sweet nothings in his ear but he couldn’t make out a single word you said. 

All of a sudden he said, “I’ve been doing cocaine for a month.”

Your movements stopped. “What?”

Rafe pulled away, feeling how tense you were, and tried to explain himself. 

“I - I tried it a couple of weeks ago, and then I just couldn’t stop. Everything feels so fucking good when I’m high. I don’t worry about my dad or Sarah or Wheezie or anyone and I feel free. I feel no pressure from anyone.”

“What do you mean you’ve been doing cocaine?” you asked, still in complete shock.

“I - I - I just went to the Cut this one time. And I met Barry. He gives me it as long as I sell it. But I haven’t been able to sell as much as I planned, so I gave him the money I had saved. And that way I could still keep buying it.”

“Why would you do that?”

“It makes me feel free. B - but now, I have no money, and I owe Barry, and I owe my dad some generators, and - fuck. I just don’t know what to do. Y/N, I need you to help me, please.”

Anger took over you. “Help you get off of the fucking drug you’re using or help you pay back the money you owe so you can keep buying that shit?”

Rafe stuttered. “B - b - both.”

He stared at you in a pleading manner, but you were still angry at him. “Rafe, I swear to God, if you’re lying to me and you only want to pay the money back so you can buy more fucking drugs I -”

“I won’t,” he promised, cutting you off. “I just need to get back on my feet.”

You sighed, feeling sorry for him. You couldn’t just not help him. He was the love of your life, and he needed you. 

“If you are lying, Rafe, I’m going to be so angry,” you made clear as you took his hands in yours to show that you would help him. 

“I’m not, I’m not,” he assured. “I have nothing to hide from you anymore.”

I've loved and I've hurt

Broken people down with words

More grace than I deserved, for sure

“What the actual fuck, Rafe?” you asked him as you held onto the small bag filled with white powder. “You said you were going to stop.”

Rafe groaned as he heard your screams. “I know, I know. This is just a small fallback, babe.”

“Small fallback, my ass,” you continued to scream. “What are you going to do when all of your money goes down the drain because of this stuff?”

“Y/N, I’m telling you. It was just a fallback. I swear this won't happen again.”

You scoffed. This made his anger rise. “Yeah, right.”

Your sarcasm was not helping Rafe feel better about himself, and he was pissed that you, the one person he felt was supposed to support him no matter what, were angry at him. 

“Just shut the fuck up, okay?” he suddenly exploded. You immediately fell quiet. “I’m fucking trying to get my shit together, okay? So stop being a bitch about it and shut up!”

You felt as if all the wind inside of your body had been knocked out of you from a punch. You felt your heart break softly as you tried to forget what Rafe had just called you. 

Realization hit him once he saw the empty look and your eyes and the tears about to fall. He felt guilty as he attempted to take your hands in his. You pulled away. 

“Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean that. At all,” he tried to reassure you. “I was just mad at myself for having done drugs again. It isn’t you, okay?”

You believed him. You truly did. So ignoring the pain in your chest you put your hands in his. “Okay.”

“I promise,” he began, “to never do this again. I’m sorry I hurt you. Can you forgive me?”

Trying to smile at him, you felt a tear escape your eye. He brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe it away. 

“Yeah.”

Rafe, noticing that you were letting him touch you again, pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and whispering into your ear: “You are so much more than I deserve.”

You stayed still but mentally nodded along with him. You were more than he deserved, but he would eventually become someone that deserved you with your help.

Known to be crazy, known to be wild

Mama had to suffer a little devilish child

Ain't no stranger to the troubles at my door

The party surrounding you was in full swing. 

You were sipping from a cup and you looked around at the rest of the Kooks, smiling and laughing. Their expensive clothes were similar to yours, and you tried to count all of the Rolex watches you sighted. You quickly lost count due to the fact that there were too many. 

Music was coming out from the speakers but instead of dancing, you stood to the side. You were sipping on a red solo cup filled with beer when you felt two strong hands circle your waist. 

“Hey, baby,” Rafe said into your ear. You smiled and turned towards him so you were chest to chest. 

“Hey.”

You looked over his shoulder and noticed all of his friends were accompanying him. You smiled at them as if to say hello. 

Suddenly the song changed and you recognized it as Rafe’s favorite. Gasping he turned towards his friends and began belting it out with them, all the while still latching onto your hand. 

You smiled as they became goofier with their actions as the song continued, and noticed that you hadn’t seen him smile like that in a while. 

Soon enough he was drunk and was pulling you on top of a table to dance around with him. He was the life of the party, boisterous and outgoing, and he pulled you along with him. You laughed and danced and followed his lead in regards to every single idea he had that night. From jumping from Topper’s roof into his pool, to sneaking into Topper’s parent’s room, and to smoking some weed. 

You had been drinking the whole night and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. As you went in you heard some girls gossiping about someone bringing coke to the party. At this, your ears perked up. However, they never mentioned who had brought it. 

You exited the bathroom and began to look for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. You began to grow frustrated and angry. You just wanted to make sure it wasn’t Rafe consuming the drugs. 

Finally, around an hour later, you found him. He was seated around a table that clearly had some traces of the white powder you hated. He was surrounded by his friends and a couple of random people, but when he caught your eyes he smiled. 

He walked towards you. “Hey, where were you?”

“In the bathroom,” you replied, trying to look into his eyes. 

“I missed you,” the blond said, smiling at you. Finally, you managed to look into his eyes. Fuck. His pupils were dilated. He had definitely done more than a line tonight.

You wanted to get mad, but you couldn’t. The one thing you had noticed about him tonight was that he had been extremely happy. You decided you would let it go for now. You couldn’t bear to break the smile he had right now on his face.

I've been at the wrong place at the wrong time

Chasin' all the wrong things most of my life

Been every kinda lost that you can't find

Rafe was pounding into you as you both panted. 

You had been alone in your house when you decided to invite him over, and things had quickly escalated. 

When you were both done he pulled out and lay next to you. You were still panting and relishing on what the feeling of him inside you had felt like when you turned towards him and pushed yourself onto his chest. 

You snuggled into him, ready to fall asleep. Your arms went around him, causing you to feel the hills and valleys of his muscles that covered his abdomen. 

You sighed happily.

However, Rafe was not wrapping his hand around you and instead was reaching for his phone. Barry had sent him some messages.

“Babe,” he said while trying to softly push you off of him. “I need to go.”

You frowned. “Why? I thought you said you weren’t busy.”

Fuck, Rafe thought. “Um, yeah. But Topper said he needed my help with something.”

He was lying, of course, But you believed him, pouting to show how displeased you were with him. He just laughed as he pulled his pants on. 

“I promise next time we’re gonna cuddle for a really long time,” he said, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“It’s okay,” you said softly, “but I’m going to remember your promise about next time.”

Rafe laughed again and leaned down one more time to kiss you before exiting your room. A few seconds later you heard your front door close. 

You decided to shower as you felt icky all over from your previous activities with your boyfriend. Prodding into the bathroom, you turned the water on and hopped in. You scrubbed your skin and washed your hair before cutting the drain and stepping out into the steamy bathroom. 

Right when you were done getting dressed your phone rang. 

“Hello?” you said, picking up the call without looking at the caller. 

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Top.”

Why was Topper calling you? “Um, hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he assured, “I was just calling because I can’t reach Rafe. He with you?”

You were shocked. Rafe had lied to you? Where the fuck was he?

Then, everything seemed to click. He was probably at Barry’s. 

“Um, no,” you answered Topper. “Sorry.”

Topper sighed. “It’s fine. Well, anyway, talk to you later.”

Once he hung up the phone you pulled up to your text messages with Rafe.

You: Where are you?

You: And don’t lie. I know you aren’t with Topper. He called me.

You waited for his reply. However, nothing came back. He had left you on read. 

You fucking knew it. He was with Barry. Again. 

Been the kind of guy girl's mamas don't like

Runnin' with the wrong crowd on the wrong nights

'Cause I've been wrong about a million times

But I got one thing right, you

Rafe was sobbing into your chest. You were in shock, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, but both unmoving. 

Rafe had killed Sheriff Peterkin. He had really done it. You couldn't believe that your boyfriend was a killer. 

His arms tightened around you as he kept on sobbing and you were brought back to reality. 

“Oh my God,” you said as you tried to push him away. “Please tell me your lying or that this is some sick, twisted joke.”

You finally pushed him off of you. He tried to mask the hurt in his eyes that he felt from you distancing yourself but he failed. 

“Why would I lie?” he asked looking down at his hands. They were trembling. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck fuck.”

“But, baby, it was an accident, okay?” he tried to convince himself as well as you. “It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t want that to happen.”

You believed him. That was what baffled you the most. You always believed whatever he said. However, you shook your head. “N - no, Rafe. You killed her.”

“Don’t say that!” he screamed. “I didn’t do that!”

You were shocked but not scared. He wouldn’t hurt you, you knew. But you also knew that you couldn't just let him know that you believed him. You had to know if he was sorry, and you had to find a way for him to change.

You curled up into a ball trying to get away from him. Your back was pressed so deep into his wall you were afraid you might fall right through it. This was all an act.

You needed to convince him to change. You had to make him believe you wanted to leave., So you shoved yourself up and turned towards the door, but found it was suddenly blocked by Rafe’s body. 

“Please,” he began to beg. “I - I know I’m broken. And that I’ve done a lot of things wrong. But please, don't leave me.”

Your heart clenched for you to stay. Your mind, however, wasn’t sure it was the right timing to go back to him. He had to know this was his last chance. 

“Rafe,” you sighed. “You’re going to have to prove yourself to win one last chance.”

Rafe smiled and fell to his knees. He began to beg and to plead so much for you to stay that you actually could feel your heartbreaking. 

“Look,” he began, “I know I've done almost everything wrong in my life, okay? I know that. But I also know that you are the one fucking thing that I got right. And I can’t live without you.”

You sighed, knowing that no matter what Rafe did, he would just have to sweet talk you for you to stay by his side. 

“Stand up,” you said defeatedly. “This is your last chance. I know I always say that but this time I really mean it.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“Do you, Rafe?” you questioned. “All you have to prove to me is that you don’t want me to be the only right thing in your life.”

“Okay,” he said. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” you said, sighing in relief. “Because I really love you and it would kill me to have to break up with you.”

He smiled at that, wiping his tears away. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

#outer banks #obx #obx netfix #rafe cameron #drew starkey

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Fanfic Friday #8

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/32602807

{ur still my boy}

Ship: toliver (tommy/oliver)

Warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, oliver’s ‘death’ to Ra’s

Wc: 2,564

One:

“Oliver! Ollie oh my god you- What happened?” “Nothing, just a- a mugger.” “A mugger! Did you really ditch Mr. Diggle again? This is why you have security. I though five year on some island what make you a little less of a dumb fuck!” “Alright, what? That’s a little intense.” “A little intense? Are you kidding me right now?” “No, what. Why are you here anyway?” “The club, we need to talk about it. But, not that’s not the point.” “Why not? Seems like an important conversation. “ “Oliver stop!” “Stop what?” “Pretending.” “Pretending? About what?” “God Oliver,” he said, falling onto Ollie’s desk chair. Oliver was perched on the edge of his bed. “I’m fine, it’s fine. I don’t understand why you're fussing over this.” “BECAUSE YOU DIED OLLIE!” “I-” A silence fell upon them. “You died, and I had to deal with that, and it’s something I never want to have to deal with again.” “Tommy, I know but it’s the world. The real world. And it’s not always going to be safe.” “I know that, I know, but ditching your security, Ollie. Why? I just don’t understand it.” “I-i can’t explain. You just need to trust me. I can take care of myself.” “Last time I let you care for yourself, you died! You get that right. You get that I never want to let you out of my sight ever again because I’m scared.” “I survived on an island for five years, I can handle Starling City. Trust me.” “That doesn’t mean that if a bullet flies through your heart you won’t die!” “Tom-” “No. “Don’t, don’t do that.” “I love you, everyday on the island I wanted to come back. To come back and say the thing I just said.” “What do-” “I love you, stupid. For real.” “You mean-” And they had a long overdue kiss. And some more.

“You really know how to divert a conversation,” Tommy said, into Oliver’s bare chest. “It’s one of my strong suits,” he smiled.

Two:

“Hi Ollie,” he said, from a chair in the Arrowcave. “Tommy! How did you get- how did you find!” “Your excuses were getting pretty lame, and you know we both own this club.” “Yeah but-” “You’re the arrow.” “I’m- yeah.” “God Oliver, you are so shit a lying.” “You’re not mad?” “Mad? Are you joking? I’m so- everything. How the hell could you keep this from me? ME?” “For your safety,” he replied calmly. “My safety, what if I know your secret, I’m in danger. That’s not how the real world works. I don’t understand you.” “I had to. My father,” Oliver stopped. “What did your father say?” “I have plans okay.” “Beyond just, just murdering people.” “Collateral damage, plus I only kill when necessary.” “It was you. That day we got kidnapped.” “Yes-” “Why? You should have told me.” “What, what so you can hate me from now on!” “I could never hate you, it’s you.” “But you hate the Vigilante.” “But I trust Oliver Queen, or I did before you kept the biggest secret possible.” “HOW DO YOU NOT SEE I WAS PROTECTING YOU!” “Because why would me, one person knowing, change anything!” “The people I am going after are dangerous and powerful, so if you are close to me you will be targeted. If you know, that will make you even closer.” “You understand that that makes no sense.” “Whatever, you know now.” “Why don’t you trust me?” “Tommy, that is just fake! You know that I trust you with everything in me. I trust you to see me!” “You lied about your scars.” “That was all true,” he said, putting his head in hands, “I only left out parts about me becoming the arrow. I- truly Tommy, I thought you were going to pieces together. From my story to the arrowhead rock to the timing of my return.” “You were telling me,” he said, with realization. “Yeah I tried.’ “You could have just told me.” “Should have, yeah.” “Oliver! I-” “Why are you still upset?” “Because because-” Tommy slammed the desk. “Tommy, if you’re still worried about me getting hurt, clearly I can handle myself.” “I know but- a knife will still kill. Playing fucking superhero will get you killed!” “No, it doesn’t have to.” “I can’t Oliver, I can’t. Why, please, I-” Tommy started crying. “I can’t quit this. It’s too important.” “No Oliver, your life is too important. It’s too important to me because I’m sure, I’m certain you're my last, and I’m not losing you.” Oliver brought him into his arms, and kissed his head. “I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere.” “I can’t, I don’t want you to go out every night and risk death.” “Rules, we’ll make rules, whatever you want. To keep me safe and you happy.” Tommy just held him tighter.

Three:

“When’s the last time you slept?” Tommy said, approaching their breakfast counter. He placed a kiss on Oliver’s cheek. Oliver was staring at his computer, working on mayoral plans. “A while back.” Tommy rolled his eyes knowingly. Yet another late night Arrow mission that ended with an all nighter. “Oliver.” “Tommy.” “You need sleep to function as a human being.” “No not really,” Oliver smiled, switching his attention to the other man, “Green arrow.” “Ollie please, I hate you being tired because then you do stupid shit as the mayor and even dummer shit with a bow an arrow.” “Since when do I do dumb shit?” “We are talking about the same Oliver Queen right? The one who pissed on the police officer?” “Oh please come on, not the childhood.” “You were eighteen, Ollie,” Tommy smiled fondly. “If we’re sharing embarrassing stories-” “Shut up,” he said, digging his head into Ollie’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Tommy and then went back to looking at his computer screen. “Hey, you avoided the point.” “Yes, yes I did.” “You don’t need to be in to work till 10 today. We have a great opportunity to get two hours of sleep here, babe, and it’s quite enticing.” “You have a company to run.” “I also have an Oliver Queen to tend after.” Oliver scoffed, “I don’t need tending after.’ “Clearly,” he replied sarcastically, “Please for me. I know you're tired. Rule #3” “Really now? You’re playing the rules card. I’m not even tired, T.” “Come on, I’ve known your tired face since we were five.” “Fine. Rules are rules.” “Really?” “Yes only if I’m little spoon.” “Done deal!” Tommy grabbed Oliver’s hand, and dragged him into their bedroom.

Four:

“The plan is to break into the Argus facility whilst the state of emergency has been turned on due to the prisoners being released. Of course, they will stay contained in their cell block just not the individual cell. From there we can get Bloodine out of there, and force him to give up all the information he’s been given on the new Argus protection.” Tommy had entered the arrow cave moments before, unnoticed by Oliver. “Hey,” he said, joining them in the center of the room. “Hi,” Ollie whispered to him, giving him a kiss. “Hi Tommy, what brings you down to our humble abode?” Felicity questioned. “Just needed to drag Oliver home, remember we have the Merlyn Global Charity Gala tonight,” he only half made up. “That’s on Thursday,” Oliver remembered. “If you know when it is, why are you always so goddamn late for everything!” Tommy jokes, kinda. Felicity and Diggle sensed the tension, “We have to- uh, go over there,” Diggle awkwardly covered. “They did the thing, so started talking,” Oliver told Tommy. “Fine, fine. I’m vetoing this mission for you.” “This is a standard mission,” Oliver said with a sigh, “It’s not unsafe.” “Yes dealing with a mass murder who has slipped through your fingers a number of times is not dangerous at all. And, who has beaten you in a fight previously.” “Won’t happen again.” “How are you so sure about that?” “I am. I get it, you're scared, but this one is important. It’s the difference between the city blowing up and it now blowing up. We’re talking millions of lives here.” “I know, I-” “I’ll be careful.” “Rule #1.” The sacred rule one, which Tommy, in four years of dating, has only used a single other time. “Tommy you can’t. Not this one.” “The rules are the rules.” “Not this time, no. I- it’s too important.” “Oliver, do you not remember that your missing being so important was the whole basis of creation of the rules!” “Tommy, I can’t deal with this right now.” “Can’t deal with-” Tommy turned his back on Oliver, “Yeah, you know what. Go and get your stupid ass killed. And do not think about stepping foot in our apartment if you take on the mission!” Oliver was at a loss for words as his better half stopped off.

Later that evening Tommy made an important call. “Hi Barry, I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything, you know I owe you one.” “Thanks. There’s this mission that Ollie’s idiotically going on. It’s bloodline-” “The one he lost a while back.” “Yeah.” “Give me the details. I’ll watch out for all of them.” “Ok, so-” Tommy described the mission and sent him the plan he’d downloaded on his phone with some Merlyn Global tech he indefinitely borrowed.

As soon as he got word that they’d returned, he made his way to the Arrowcave. “Thank you Barry,” he said, giving the other a hug. “Anytime, good thing I was there too. Bloodline nearly bombed the place secretly, and would have killed anyone in the building. The guy’s smart,” he said, only slightly gravely. Oliver was standing there looking guilty. As soon as Tommy heard that, he launched himself into Ollie’s arms. “God you idiot, you almost died. Stupid. God, I love you, please listen to me next time.” “I’m sorry, I’m-” “It’s okay. I got you. You might be the green arrow and all, but you're still my boy first.” Oliver just smiled.

Five:

Tommy curled into Oliver’s side, and said,” You are not going back to that island, not without me.” “I don’t want to take you there.” “Why?” “It’s horrible and the worst memories of my life exist there-” “You trust me?” “Yes.” “Then listen when I say, I know you. I know many of those memories, and if there are worse terrors it will not change how I see you. It will not change how much I love you.” “It will though. Some of the things I had to do and some of the things that were done to me, they are truly awful.” “I can swear to you it will not. And we can talk. I can tell you how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking. It’s this great thing called communication.” “Shut up.” “Ok. Fine, only if you take me on the island.” “Tell me why you want to come so bad.” “You're so oblivious sometimes, it's adorable.” “Nothing about me says adorable Thomas.” “Thomas huh? Everything about you is adorable. Have you seen your face when you're happy, it’s the cutest thing in the world.” “Whatever you say. You’re such a sap.” “I am. And the reason I want to go is because of what you said. The worst memories of your life exist there.” “Yes and?” “It will be, if not close to, physiological torture returning there. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a tad protective of you.” Ollie rolled his eyes, “Of course I’ve noticed. I also know that I’m fairly mentally strong at this point.” “That doesn’t mean you don’t need a reminder that you no longer exist in those memories. A reminder that you live here. That you have a team that loves you and a boyfriend who loves you even more. And we live together in a wonderful apartment, and have some, might I say, wonderful sex and-” Oliver laughed, “I get your point, thanks, love.” “So?” “Yeah.” “Yeah I can come or yeah we have great sex.” With a smile on his face he said, “Yes you can come. Might need a refresher on the second part, though.” “Do you, now? I think that can be arranged.” They both started laughing, and then kissing. “Thanks,” Oliver whispered moments later. “Anytime, you’re my boy after all.”

+1:

He let him go. Well, no, he didn’t. He didn’t know, no one told him. Oliver didn’t tell him. What kind of stupid motherfucker goes and fights Ra’s al Ghul and doesn’t tell his fiance.”

He crashed into his father’s home, “MALCOM!” Malcolm seemed to be praying in his sparring room. “Hello son, it seems as though you’ve started using my name once more. What have I done this time?” “YOU LET OLIVER GO AND FIGHT RA’S AL GHUL.” “One does not ‘let’ Oliver Queen do anything. You of all people should know that.” “Stop with the cryptics, this is my fucking fiance we’re talking about.” “It was his choice.” “It was- I? Please just, is he alive?” “Likely no. These battles are to the death and Ra’s al Ghul-” “I’m not asking for your opinion, I’m asking for proof. His body, a sword, blood.” “I know a place that could tell you that information, I shall go. I mean no harm to you, son.” “No harm, no harm,” Tommy chuckled. “Come, I’m having tea, then I shall leave.” “Tea? Tea? Do you not remember when mum died? No course not, you are an apathetic killer. My fiance is, is missing and you want me to have tea with you. God, you really are a joke.” “I am doing you a favor here, Tommy.” “THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” “Do you really believe that? Or are you blaming me because you blame yourself. I-” Tommy was walking about before Malcom could end his sentence.

When Malcom returned with the sword, Tommy fell to his knees, tears filling his eyes. “It’s not Oliver blood, we don’t know yet-” Felicity attempted, already swabbing the sword. “And how do we know this is not fake?” Diggle questioned. “Because it is the family we are talking about. I do not take matters concerning family lightly.” “Thank you Malcom, you may leave now,” Tommy whispered, barely audible to the room. Malcolm dramatically exited, and Tommy was left waiting. “Felicity,” he managed weakly. There was a beep, a moment of absolute silence, and then a broken voice, “it’s his.”

How do you cancel a wedding venue, how do you sleep in a bed alone, how do you cook an omelette. These were all questions that he never needed to answer. But he did. It all changed.

He constantly blamed himself for not knowing and not stopping his boy. Each night he laid awake drifting between awake and lightly asleep. He wanted his Oliver. He wanted his boy to hold him tight and never let go. “Hey,” a voice said, a voice that sounded eerily familiar. “Shut up, shut up,” Tommy said, crying. He couldn’t hear that voice in his head. “Hey, it’s me, it’s me Tommy I promise.” “Oliver?” Then he was crying all over again, but this time he was crying into Oliver. “Don’t d-d-do that again.” Oliver was crying too, “I swear, I swear I won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

#oliver queen #tommy merlyn x oliver queen #tommy merlyn #arrowverse #arrowverse fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #john diggle #felicity smoak #arrow #the green arrow

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Batlantern SFW Alphabet

A-Affection

Both of these men have somewhat of an emotional stint. That’s not to say that they don’t show Affection to the other. Bruce is the most affectionate however, and constantly buys Hal really expensive things. While Hal isn’t really affectionate, he does show Bruce he loves him but helping him with his kids and cuddling up with him.

B-Best Friend

They met during a summer camp that their parents sent them to and became best friends ever since. Hal is the really irresponsible friend and Bruce is the responsible one, constantly trying to make sure Hal doesn’t do anything dumb.

C-Cuddles

Hal is very, very cuddly. He will literally sit on Bruce’s lap any time he wants to cuddle it thinks that Bruce isn’t paying him enough attention. Bruce isn’t much of a cuddle but if he gets a nightmare or something he will cuddle up to Hal. The way they cuddle is Hal lies on top of Bruce and Bruce wraps his arms around him.

D-Domestic

At first, I would say that settling down would be a problem because they both haven’t been in really serious relationships and the times that they were things went really badly for them and ended in heartbreak. They would settle down eventually and really start to embrace married life together. Hal Jordan could have been a housewife of he didn’t love being a test pilot so much. Bruce on the other hand is now forever band from touching the kitchen ever again unless it’s a real emergency.

E-Ending

It would be really quick and easy. They’d just go up to each other and say it head on, both of them not wanting the drama that would follow after.

F-Fiancé

Like a said earlier, they are both very iffy when it comes to commitment but once they get into it, they they’re for life. They would have both proposed to the other. They would want to get married as quickly as possible so they could spend the rest of their lives together.

G-Gentle

Bruce is very, very gentle, because even though he knows Hal is strong he really doesn’t want to hurt him. While Hal is gentle, he will go hard on Bruce if it comes to it.

H-Hugs

Surprisingly, Bruce is the most huggy. He will out of nowhere, go to Hal, pull him in for a tight hug, then let go and walk of as of it never happened.

I-I love you

It’s during an intense fight, emotions are running high and then suddenly Hal grabs Bruce’s face, kisses him and says “I love you” before going out to

J-Jealousy

Bruce is so jealous it’s unbelievable. He will literally scatter a hundred or so hickeys all across Hal. It has led to many awkward questions and moments when people ask Hal how the fuck, he got those bruises. He will also make sure that Hal is wearing some sort of jewellery just to make it that much obvious. Hal’s jealousy is more subtle. When he sees someone trying to hit on Bruce he will literally go up to Bruce and say the most obnoxious things and tell everyone around that group about their sex life in vivid detail. This man has no shame when it comes to Bruce. Sometimes.

K-Kisses

At the beginning they were hard and brutal. After that they became soft and passionate. Now their kisses go from a quick peck that most times dissolves into heated make out sessions to soft kisses that are full of so much love.

L-Little Ones

Hal is amazing with kids, okay. He can make any kid like him and he’s a baby whisperer okay. You think that Barry magically stopped making his children cry? Hell no. Hal is the saving grace when it comes to his friends. With the bat kids it too a long time because they were still uncertain about their dad dating but when they noticed how Bruce acted around Hal it was all hands-on deck. Everyone will say whether placed on truth serum or not that Hal is their favourite parent. Even Damian likes him. Bruce is really awkward with kids but he tries, okay. While he’s not amazing kids like him anyway because they just can’t help but like the awkward guy trying to make them feel better

M-Morning

Hal gets up really early because of his military training. Sometimes he would get up, do some stretches and prepare for the day. Bruce, however, despises morning. Whenever he feels Hal trying to get up he will play the hulk card and lay on top of the man until he surrenders and let’s Bruce sleep more. When sleeping beauty finally gets his sleep they’ll just lay there in silence. Sometimes Hal would start up a really random conversation but other times they just lay there and just bask in the others warmth.

N-Night

Sometimes they might have sex or others they would just cuddle. But they most definitely try and spend as much time as possible with the others and put the others to sleep, even though most of them are grown ass men.

O-Open

Bruce would have been really hard to crack but Hal waited and waited and soon Bruce became really open about his feeling sin the relationship. Hal, whilst he’s a really cool guy on the outside, is very secretive when it comes to it.

P-Patience

Hal is the most patient one out of the two of them whilst Bruce has a serious temper on him.

Q-Quizzes

Bruce has an amazing memory so he’s always remembering little quirks that Hal does. Like how Hal when Hal is concentrating his eye brows scrunch up and whoever he’s really excited about something his nose twitches, etc, etc. Whilst Hal doesn’t have an amazing memory like Bruce, he’s been able to catalogue all his favourite quirks about Bruce.

R-Remember

Hal’s favourite memory in their relationship was probably when Bruce let him have free reign over the bat plane and all of the Wayne Enterprise planes for two weeks. Bruce’s favourite part in their relationship was when Hal went with him to visit his parents grave and Hal told his parents how lucky they were to have him.

S-Security

Bruce tried to out the most advanced security program up for Hal but it didn’t end up working when Barry sped into his apartment and found himself dangling up with one foot in the air. Bruce now protects Hal by making sure the idiot sleeps enough for his job and that he always has food in his apartment. Hal gets Bruce some sort of alien tech and if the person wears it grants them protection until they charge it.

T-Try

Once these two idiots finally realise that the other wasn’t going to leave them they were fucking extra. Bruce, being the rich bastard he is, made sure to go to the most expensive dates ever and flaunted his wealth by giving Hal really pretty jewellery. Hal takes them out on space dates and bothers everyone he knows to get them really nice reservations to really good space bars and restaurants.

U-Ugly

Bruce really doesn’t like the fact that Hal could be super cocky, he finds it at times annoying and immature. Hal doesn’t like the fact that Bruce thinks that he’s better than everyone else.

V-Vanity

Both of these men are insanely good looking and if I’m being honest this relationship just started as frenemies-with-benefits until it became a relationship. I would say unless they were going somewhere really important or special the other wouldn’t really care how the other looked.

W-Whole

Both of these men are unhealthy independent so I doubt they would feel incomplete without the other but they would feel pretty miserable if the other was mad at them or if they were separated.

X-Xtra

I headcanon that Hal is the sunshiny one in the relationship and Bruce is the grumpy one but the moment Bruce or anyone Hal cares about Slade the Merc has become Slade the Pope. Hal does not take kindly to anyone hurting the people he loves and Bruce just loves to stand aside as Hal starts kicking butt and admiring the view

Y-Yuck

Bruce wouldn’t date anyone of they didn’t care about the work and Hal wouldn’t date anyone who insulted the poor.

Z-Zzz

Hal’s sleep is absolutely awful. He would squirm and have a fit but Bruce always calms him down and that’s why Bruce always wakes up somewhat late. They also both try and go to bed as the same time to help the other if the other has a nightmare.

#batman #bruce wayne #Hal Jordan #Green Lantern #Batlantern #Bruhal #These two idiots in love #The batkids