Episode 10! Now you get to find out how far behind I except usually it's more.
Knew Eddie would be here because I gave up fully avoiding spoilers years ago because 4 weeks is not the longest behind I have been with dc shows, but honestly the sheer joy at seeing him, there's a solid chance after I've seen them all I'll be writing a Westhallen end
Actually the full circle of Barry's the adult who saves himself this time I liked, also seemed fitting for the end, and seeing young Eobard again, yes. Loved seeing Joe so much. Could have used more Iris but I get it with it all being in the past. Just saying, my brother and I said we end with Barry going back to 2000 to be the adult, close the loop, then we cut to him telling his kids a bedtime story years ago so...
I can't believe there are only 3 episodes left. I'll miss this silly show. I think it needs to end, and I'm sure I'll be hanging around a while yet, I have a lot of notes for fics I haven't written yet, but I will miss sitting on the sofa with my brother and the one word question of "Flash?"
Actually I might just go back and rewatch series 1 when this is over. Again. I miss Cisco.
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Under the fireworks brightly dyeing the night sky, Han Sooyoung's chilly, sharp dagger gleamed dangerously.
"You, just who the hell are you?”
Hugtober Day 9/9 - Can You Really Call This a Hug, I Didn’t Receive Physical Affection or Anything
[ID: A piece of digital fanart depicting Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. Han Sooyoung is dressed in a purple jacket, dark grey t-shirt, and a pair of black sweatpants and shoes. She kneels in the grass and pins Kim Dokja to the ground with her right hand, holding her dagger aloft in her left as the colorful lights of the fireworks light her figure from behind. Her hair is disheveled as she glares down at him, baring her teeth, though her ferocious expression betrays the faintest glimmer of fear. Kim Dokja, meanwhile, is sprawled flat on the grass, reflexively throwing his arms over his face. His legs kick up into the air by the force of Han Sooyoung’s initial tackle. He is dressed in his signature white coat, black button-up and slacks, and black shoes, which are partly lit up from the light of the fireworks. /end ID ]
(Credit for the fireworks brush set goes to bybaobab!)
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we found love right where we were [7/7, complete]
May realised a very long time ago that Buck was basically her stepbrother. So, when the lightning strike finally provided the impetus for Bobby to admit that he also brought a kid into their family, she had every intention of seizing the opportunity to properly integrate Buck into the Grant-Nash family.
And, look, if in the process she also gains a brother-in-law… clearly the universe was just waiting for the opportunity to make that happen.
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Or, the one where May ensures Buck is enfolded properly into the Grant-Nash clan, which means Bobby (and by extension the firefam, because gossip) suddenly gets significantly more insight into the inner workings of the Buckley-Diaz family, and all roads lead to Buddie…
Pairing: Buck/Eddie | Word count: 70,004 | Chapters: 7
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@avaere said:
for while they have been here before , frame against frame , skin is far from as bare this time as the bookman has insisted on the aid of the swordsman within his room, kanda's back guided against the front of lavi's body the second they reunite away from prying eyes of finders. banter would fade, hushed by pleads and demands offered in the shape of hungering lips and greedy, longing hands.
comrade, friend, passing moment. it mattered little to the redhead whose hands allowed themselves to explore kanda once again, hold him tightly in what could only be seen as blind attraction. closer, warmer. with their bodies place together firmly, one hand would soon be grazing the middle of kanda's waist (he had missed him), the other moving dark locks away so lips can can bridge the distance further (he had yearned for him), warm as they laid themselves against the nape of kanda's neck (had wanted him).
they have been here before, long ago, a clash of loneliness and pursuit that occasionally reach an unavoidable peak; no words. there isn't need for any, for eager fingers reserves themselves the right to communicate for the bookman there they slide away cloth to meet with skin, soft stomach and lining of uniform trousers he knows all too well. in such grasp, lavi willingly forgets where they are and where they stand in the chaotic world raging on outside the inn they have sought refuge in for the night. such demands could wait till morning, as it would carry on regardless, but they could not.
who knew when such chance would rise again?
one more kiss, firmer, pressed against the side of kanda's throat with a hushed breath; warm, soft, a moment of peace). he would follow it up with a subtle tug at the button of kanda's trousers, voice lowered with a faint suggestion; "... would you have me again, yû ? just for tonight...?"
his frame is rigid when lavi pulls kanda flush against his body -- often times , kanda has no idea which lavi he's going to get. the cheerful , annoying mask that hides away the bookman's keen intellect and otherwise serious nature ; the observer who tries to ferret out kanda's hoarded secrets ; or the man underneath , desperate for a connection that he is no longer allowed to make. based on the redhead's movements , the way his hands and lips roam , it is the man , and kanda can handle him much better. ( and , perhaps only to himself , admit that he could call that lavi a friend. ).
when the realisation is made , kanda's frame relaxes. perhaps unlike him , but kanda is passive when lavi desires such explorations. he has long since realised that he doesn't need touch the way that lavi reaches to him for at times ( wonders if that was something the scientists controlled when they made him. after all , no need for a weapon with a libido , right ? ). it doesn't disgust him , either , and after the first few times , kanda has even liked it. but he feels that this connection has always been more for lavi than it is for him.
( quite honestly , kanda has always preferred sparring more , especially when lavi doesn't hold back. ).
kanda narrows his eyes in concentration as he reaches out with his aura. there are no akuma and no noah in the vicinity of the inn , just the normal hustle and bustle that comes from being the only inn within fifteen miles. it's quieter now , this late at night , and the only people he can sense walking around are the finders skating the edge of the perimeter of the inn and the owner , still in the kitchen. everyone else's aura has become dimmer in sleep.
another kiss on his neck breaks his concentration , along with a tug on the button on the pants of his uniform. " would you have me again , yū ? just for tonight ? "
he adjusts so that he can reach a hand behind him to feel at the bulge he could feel growing against the cleft of his ass. there's more amusement than he'd like in his response of , ' " just for tonight " ? unlike you to ask only for that. '
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