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werezmastarbucks · 8 months

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8. Fate chooses me

part 8 out of 8

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So, some people are more important than others. Duh. He thought. It was really loud in his head as he landed back on the floor of the Batcave. He saw his own back disappear in the doorframe, and dissipating in the shadows of erased future.

He couldn't stand, so he just rolled on his back and let himself breathe. The pictures ran through his eyes like a silent movie, and he needed to eat.

"Barry?" he heard a polite voice.

Clark stood above him, mildly puzzled.

"I thought you'd just left. Didn't you want to get us all some lunch?"

He admired this man's soft, quiet voice. He thought, if everything works like that here, too, he'll be doing, probably, well, the strangest thing in the world today. Or tomorrow. Or whenever the fuck.

Superman gave him his hand. Barry took off his mask.

"I've been to the future, buddy. We're fucked. Can you call Bruce, please?"

And he smiled, like he always did, to let people be entertained at his clownery.

Soon everybody was gathered around the table. Chewing and gulping down the remnants of pizza in huge bites, feeling the hiccups approaching, Barry explained, that an alien ship was closing, but not to worry, because he knew what to do exactly, to keep all Eastern Europe still on the map of the world. He gave them two big thumbs up, and patted Wayne on the back, quietening him and his late anger and concern. He was the hero of the moment, as everybody was getting frantically ready at his word, giving him meaningful looks; the most meaningful one was given by Clark Kent, whose destiny was to die tonight, at the blow of a spear with kryptonite.

Perhaps he couldn't do anything about it, or he didn't want to; the gut feeling that never let Barry down told him that it's the fate itself punishing him for meddling with the time. Part of him told him that he, the Flash, Barry Allen, was going to let Superman die to save the girl who isn't even his girlfriend, and might not ever be.

He felt what it was like, to carry this all alone.

You didn't even hear him come home, that's how quiet it was. Not like the usual Barry at all.

He knocked on your door three times, almost frightened by the sound of it, and opened it.

You took off your earphones and greeted him.

"God damn, Barry, I read something about aliens? What happened at night?"

He didn't reply, but looked at you with such warmth that you became concerned. You could see there were tears in his eyes.

Carefully, you strode across the room to the door where he stood uncertainly, holding on like his life depended on it.

"Are you hurt? What happened?"

"It wasn't too bad. Their ship was very vulnerable, we just blew it up as it was landing, and very few of them made it to land", he said timidly.

Concerned, you felt his forehead.

"Everything is fine, I promise, it's just that... Superman is dead".

That was like thunder.

"Superman can't be dead", you gasped in disbelief.

Barry winced as if this hurt him.

"That's what I thought, but... yeah, he's dead".

He took your hand and squeezed it lightly. Then he smiled.

"I'm glad you're home".

You gave him a hug, one of those you always provided - awkward, but big, keeping your face off his shoulder. However, you decided to lean in a little.

#ezra miller imagine #the flash 2023 #the flash 2023 imagine #the flash #fanfiction

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ladyofdecember · 10 months

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Please somebody write a fanfic to go along with this movie with Barry x Barry Please 🥺 I'm begging you 🙏

Do I have to do it??????

#the flash movie #ezra miller #barry x barry #barrycest #fanfiction

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simplysummers · 3 months

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Okay so I fucked up with the original post as it wouldn’t let me edit it from drafts after putting a video in there, so I had to start from scratch. So this was the ask, thank you @practically-an-x-man !

Oh wow this is quite a lot to get through! Alrighty let's get going.

Alexander Summers:

First impression:

l'm just going to talk about movie Alex, because I have other thoughts on comic Alex. I knew Lucas Till from other things like Hannah Montana and the YBWM music video, and also because after the drama with Ezra Miller everyone wanted LT to play the new movie flash, so I remember recognising this face when I first watched FC and thinking "oh yeah he's cute", and I liked his whole broody demeanour, but like, that was it. He became an honorary fave just because I knew he was around the mansion when Peter would've been young, so he was in a lot of the 'Cherik raise Peter' fics.

Impression now:

Jamie will tell you that I always develop a love for the more 'obscure’ characters in media, the smaller amount of screen time, the more likely I am to become obsessed. And so when I went back to rewatch the movies I was just pulled in when it came to Alex. I thought he was so interesting with soooo much potential, his dark but almost juvenile demeanour was like a hook, and I loooove his relationship with Charles. It's also amazing to get to experience a movie you love with a new found appreciation for a certain character because you notice so many new things. Every acting choice LT made for this role l've picked up on now, not to sound dramatic but every little detail helps fuel how I see Alex as a character/person, which is someone with so much complexity and depth.

Favourite moment:

Pretty much all of his scenes in Apocalypse, except his death. Even though I prefer FC, I love seeing how much he's grown and how much he's improved just in general. It's so lovely. But also this one specific deleted scene from FC that gives me all the feels,

Idea for a story:

I have a lot of ideas for Alex in the works, they're mainly on hold just because I went to uni this past September so l've been taking a fanfiction writing/reading break. My current main fic that l'm working on (that Jamie will be happy about), is Alex meeting and bonding with six/seven year old Scott after Vietnam. You'll know because you've read my fic but I picture Alex's relationship to be very strained with his parents, but he's making an effort because he's like, 89% sure Scott's going to be a mutant and he doesn't want him to have to deal with the same reactions he got all by himself.

I also have ideas around an OC of mine but I don't tend to talk about my OCs very much.

Unpopular opinion:

Hmm. The Alex fandom is very small so I don't think there are many 'unpopular' opinions. If we circle back to comic Alex, l'm not really a big fan of any of his romantic relationships. I like the characters respectively, I just don't tend to like them together.

Also I just prefer Alex to Scott, which isn't unpopular but it'll piss Jamie juice off :)

Favourite relationship:

Love love love looooove his platonic mentor-student relationship with Charles.

Favourite Headcanon:

Love the idea of Alex picking up on Charles’ British slang while living at the mansion between FC and DoFP. He wouldn’t say them in a British accent, but he’d say things like jacket potato, not baked potato (the second chapter of that fic will be dropping soon), and football instead of soccer, and I feel like Charles would really appreciate it because it would be something Raven used to do. Although I see her doing it in more of a teasing way compared to Alex, Alex is just adapting to his surroundings.

Hank McCoy:

First impression:

I remember quite liking Hank when I first watched FC, I don’t think I had a huge opinion on him but I did enjoy his presence. I liked his bashful relationship with Raven and I think Nicholas Hoult played the character well. He was like in between Alex and then Cherik and Peter for me, I cared about his presence because he was often involved with my top three, but he wasn’t obscure enough for me to develop a proper obsession with.

Impression now:

Kind of the same to be honest, if anything I think I may have gone off him a little bit. Not because of anything huge, but the way he is with Raven in that one scene in FC irks me a little. I do understand his reasoning, as someone with a physical ‘deformity’, I’d do anything to fix it, but I’m also like dude don’t tell this girl she’s not naturally gorgeous-. But overall I do still like him, and I did like his ending in DP too. (Even though I don’t like DP.)

Favourite moment:

Either when he and Logan are fighting in the foyer in DoFP or just his involvement with the montage in FC. Him being like “am I still a bozo?” to Alex, like bro what do you think the obnoxious little blond is gonna say-.

Idea for a story:

I like the idea of potentially writing a small oneshot about Alex and Hank having a conversation, maybe just before Alex leaves for Vietnam. I feel like it’s the only time they’d ever have a vulnerably emotional moment together. Alex wouldn’t admit to Charles he’s worried about going, and Hank would’ve picked up on enough of Alex’s social behaviours to realise it.

Unpopular opinion:

Not sure if this is unpopular but I don’t really ship him endgame with Raven. I ship them as a midgame, but if she had lived in the new timeline I don’t think they would’ve lasted, I think they’re a classic case of right person, wrong time. They were at totally different stages of life.

Favourite relationship:

Love his annoying brotherly relationship with Alex, and his mentor relationship with Charles.

Favourite headcanon:

Sean was the one who got Hank to smoke his first joint, and Hank was so concerned about what it would do to his brain/mutation that he caved and told Charles, as if they aren’t all adults who can make their own informed decisions. I don’t like reducing characters to a caricature, but the idea of Hank shyly telling Charles he’s stoned and has some minor concerns is so funny to me.

Patricia Thornton:

First impression:

In typical Summer fashion, Thornton wasn’t a favourite when I started MacGyver, that was solely Mac and Jack. I just thought she was pretty and badass, and I really enjoyed her banter with Jack. That was kind of all I thought on her.

Impression now:

I. Love. Her. Literally she is such an icon. I came to appreciate her pretty quickly because I binged a lot of MacGyver while I was recovering from my hip surgery, and then when I found out about the traitor storyline I was devastated. I love her snark, her facial expressions, how much of an amazing spy she actually was? I still love her relationship with Jack but I’ve also come to appreciate how she was with Mac and Riley. She wasn’t a helicopter boss/parent, but it’s so clear that beneath the sternness and consistent annoyance, she loved those brats so much.

Favourite moment:

During the Christmas episode, at the end, she’s talking to Mac by the Christmas tree and it’s a clear moment of how she wasn’t just the boss of this team, she was also a friend. She kisses Jack’s cheek, she lets Bozer touch her, she and Mac talk about Christmas gifts, I love it. (I also love her in the fourth episode of season one where she’s beating the shit out of people.

Idea for a story:

I want to write more of her and Mac, I like the idea of her going to see him in the hospital after the incident in S1E1, but he’s at a generic hospital in Italy, and when she and Jack arrive the doctors are like “are you guys family to the patient? 🤔” and they’re like “uh…”. And Jack is like “oh yeah, we’re his aunt and uncle, this is my wife” on a whim and Thornton looks at him like she’s going to take off her shoe and shove the heel up his nose.

Unpopular opinion:

She’s better than Matty. That’s ragingly unpopular but to me she just is, I prefer her dynamic with everyone compared Matty’s character to dynamic with them. And there’s no problem with Matty, I just haven’t warmed to her, like at all. I don’t find banter in her sternness, whereas with Thornton it was more of an exasperation.

Favourite relationship:

I love all of her relationships with the main team, Mac’s is probably my favourite, but I do love how she is with Riley, and Bozer. They’re like her exhausting children and she’s just DONE. And of course her love-hate relationship with Jack is top notch.

Favourite headcanon:

I’ve never talked about this before but I have this deep rooted lore idea that Thornton had a lung transplant as a child. There’s even more lore behind why but I won’t bore you with that, but anyways I have this hc that while on a mission with Jack when they’re first working together, he finds her immunosuppressants in her backpack, and because she hasn’t declared them to anyone on the team, except Oversight ofc, as nobody knows about her lungs, Jack’s first thought is “…she’s dealing drugs.” And confronts her about it, and she’s just like “😒”.

After that, only Jack knows about it, and I like to think that while she’s in prison, he goes to see her and even though he’s mad because he thinks she’s a traitor, he’s still like “they’re giving you your pills for your lungs right?”

Warren Worthington III:

First impression:

I don’t really remember my first impression of Warren. I remember in TLS, when we see him trying to cut out his wings, my first thought was “WOAH IM UNCOMFY”, but overall I think for me he was just sort of…there?

Impression now:

I like him a lot more in TLS than I do in Apocalypse, in Apocalypse I find him a bit obnoxious, but I like the complexities of his situation in TLS, as much as I don’t like the movie itself. I think it’s really interesting to see his development throughout that movie considering he has such little screen time.

Favourite moment:

I do actually quite like the scene where he flies away from his father before he’s forced to have the mutation cure. Very powerful and I think the actor did a nice job.

Idea for a story:

I don’t have one off the top of my head but I like the idea of something to do with he and Alex talking, for my universe they both have somewhat ‘unsupportive’ parents, so that could be an interesting exploration.

Unpopular opinion:

I can’t say I have one because I don’t know the character well enough. Maybe that he kind of annoyed me in Apocalypse? Like I get why he was the way he was, I just didn’t feel emotionally connected to him. I wish they could’ve fleshed it out a little bit more.

Favourite relationship:

I have no idea.

Favourite headcanon:

Again, not really any idea cause I don’t know enough about him, but I’d love to hear a few of yours sometime.

#ask summer #the moots 💛#pax 🧬#x men #MacGyver #x men movies #Alex summers #havok #hank mccoy #beast #warren worthington iii #Angel #Patricia Thornton

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

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drrav3nb · 3 years

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The Cure for a Broken Heart - Ch.3

Synopsis: After insisting that she could stay up all night and watch over Barry, Bruce is eager to learn if Claire was able to succeed. Furthermore, he learns just how badly Barry's been affected by the venom that the Joker's mutated snake injected into his bloodstream.

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rahalarts · 4 years

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Run Barry Run

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bookstryingtostealyourheart · 5 years

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I Think I Need To Sit Down...

A/N: Hey guys! My second fanfic on here, so please leave feedback. I have been pondering over a Barry Allen fanfic idea for a while, trying to perfect it. I may do more than one part on this if anyone likes it. Just a heads up, I’m using the Justice league version of Barry Allen; so in other words...the lovely Ezra Miller. The goofy and amazing man with a perfect jawline ;) Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Violence, and it’s pretty long...like most of my work :)

Pairing: Barry Allen (the Flash) x Reader

Summary: The reader has met Barry quite a few times, as their fathers are both in the same jail, and constantly go to visit theirs. The reader’s father isn’t innocent like Barry’s, but he surely loves his daughter. So when some people feel he has neglected them of what they deserve, they are sent to kidnap her...but Barry catches wind, and has to figure out how to protect his friend, the same friend he has grown to have a pretty big crush on since the beginning.

You turn the corner into the visiting room for the second time this week. The room has a strange aura in it, not exacting surprising for a jail...but it makes your nose scrunch. You see your father enter the room, taking his seat on the other side of the glass, picking up a phone. You know you have little time, and your father looks very tired so you quickly pick up the cold blue phone and place it to your ear. “Y/N, you promised that you wouldn’t come back for a little while. I wanted you to get some time out of this hell hole. It’s bad enough that I’m stuck in here, but you get the choice.” You father says in a quiet yet still reprimanding voice. You sigh, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“Dad, I can’t just stop seeing you. I’m not Mom.” You say shaking your head. Why would he even think that? That’s not you at all to just stop coming, but his eyes sag slightly after hearing your comment. As your brain starts racing, you hear somebody sit in the place next to you. You look over to see Barry. This wasn’t a surprise, you had seen him almost once a week lately for a while.

“I just don’t want anything happening to you. There are people in this jail that don’t like me...they know your name, and it won’t take that much to find our address. I am just nervous for you and your mother, whether she visits me or not.” Your father says and you look up, slight alarm showing on your features. Since when is he stressing about this?

“Is someone threatening you dad?” You ask knowing he would never casually stress over these things, but now that he is in jail, he is basically a sitting duck and can’t hide behind his confidence. He can’t protect you all at anymore.

“N-no, don’t worry. I just don’t like you showing your face to the wrong crowd. Not everyone visiting is here to see their parents who are cursed with misfortune, some are here to set things up, or get lists and other things to continue a business.” He explains, and you agree it is possible he is not wanting all of his business to the world. You spend another few minutes speaking about the events in your life that he would be interested in knowing, before heading out and signing out of the jail.

“Y/N, hi.” You hear and turn around, a small and friendly smile growing onto your face. Barry. He looked just as energetic as ever, which is the exact opposite from how you feel right now; exhausted.

“Barry, how are you doing?” You ask and he shrugs. It’s one of those smiles that says that things are going good but he does not want to overshare.

“I’m good. Started at my new job. I just had to come tell my dad how it went, considering it will hopefully get my foot in the door to get him out.” He says with a small grin. “And you?” His feet shuffled on the floor as he talked; restless as always. He always has to be moving, like his mind was running a million miles an hour.

“That’s amazing. Congratulations. I’m decent. Same old, same old.” You say and shove your hands in your pockets. You’ve seen Barry a little bit lately. You saw him at the coffee shop the other day and then again at the grocery store. He’s always bright and cheerful, and you wouldn’t ever imagine for him to have the backstory he has. It inspires you to be more positive. You and Barry say your farewells and awkwardly part ways like normal, but today he seemed like he was edging the conversation more than usual.

You had spent the rest of your day as normal, picking up some things your mother had forgotten for dinner at the store, and heading home slowly. Car rides have become your private place. Your mother is all over the place after your father going into jail and hasn’t changed since, and you have nowhere else to really get away. But as you pull into your driveway, your mother isn’t home, but another car was parked in her place. A big black SUV. You bite your lip, as your stomach was confused. Did she get a loner car? She had never told you about any car troubles, but then again...she doesn’t tell you a lot anymore.

You exit the car and bring the groceries inside, setting them on the kitchen island. “Mom? Did you get a loner car?” You practically scream through the house. The oven was on, meaning she was home, right? You hear footsteps into the kitchen and turn around to see...not your mother? You hand goes back to your keys, knowing if they wanted you, you wouldn’t be able to go around them to get to the knives. You place the keys in between your fingers, in case you need to throw a punch, it will hurt a lot more. “Who-?”

“Y/N, right? We’ve been waiting for a while, coming here straight from the jail. So rude to leave your guests waiting...” The extra long and smooth tone in the taller man’s voice made you shiver a little. You go to open your mouth but he holds up a finger to his lips. “No, no sweetheart. I do not want to talk to you, I want to talk to your father’s acquaintances. They will not contact me, so I have decided to pay you a visit. Fighting me will only result in you getting hurt, ever heard the saying: never bring a knife to a gunfight? Those keys are less useful than a knife.” The man says taking a very hefty looking pistol out of his pocket and aiming it right at you. Your heart flipped at the action. You knew your father dealt with some crappy people, but this was nuts! You gulp as he lets out a raspy chuckle. He lowers the gun and takes a step closer, but everything swirls as you feel hands on your waist. You feel...wind? You open your eyes and see things the way you see things when you’re going fast in a car and everything seems to fly by you.

“Y/N please don’t struggle, I am struggling as it is, dodging bullets.” You hear from a very familiar voice and you furrow your eyebrows. Not possible. Dodging bullets? The only way that’s possible is if the male had a silencer on his gun, but that would not surprise you. How were you going so fast? Where is your mother? Are you on a weird acid trip? Did somebody drug you?

“Barry?” Was all you could get out before you came to a quick halt. You were in...a room? You feel the hands leave you and the lights turn on to reveal computer monitors and TVs, as well as a suit. A metal suit? What is this, Iron Man? “Where....? How did you know where I live? How did you know those people were...? What is this place? How did you get me here so fast, without getting shot? What’s going on?” You finish, as Barry waits patiently for you to feel satisfied with the amount of questions you were throwing at him. He takes a moment, concentration showing on his face before he spoke.

“We are at my place, I know where you live because everyone knows where you live after your dad...I heard your father talk to you about people not liking him, so I asked my father and he told me that your father had been getting into fights with other guys in jail like him: big reputations, except they have little morals. Lastly, I got you here because I’m fast.” He states simply and you scoff.

“You think?” You say taking in all the information. Fast? More like inhuman. “How are you so...? Oh my god! My mom! They have my mom!” You realize and he puts out a hand, meaning to stop your train of thoughts as you start to pace.

“No they don’t. I called my friend. He said he would make sure your mother is safe and sound for the night. You may know him...his name is Batman.” Barry says confidently and you pause, turning to look at him. Was he serious? Did they drug him too? You burst out laughing. The goofy look on his face falters at your reaction.

“You’re kidding.” You say in between laughing. Your coping mechanism for getting all this crazy information, as well as getting a gun aimed at you, and finding out your (sorta) friend has special powers is now laughing uncontrollably. Barry was clearly uncomfortable with this reaction, as he crosses his arms and shakes his head solemnly.

“No. I’m not. I also know Superman. He raced me once. I won.” Barry says and you hold your head. Barry Allen, your friend you met at the jail, can run faster than the greatest superhero on earth, is friends with Batman...and just saved your life.

“I think I need to sit down.” You say, starting to rock on your feet. You’re afraid if you don’t, you may pass out, as your head is starting to pound, and you feel light on your feet. He pulls one of the chairs out for you quickly and sits you down, which didn’t help your dizziness.

“I understand this is a lot, and I’m sorry. But you have to believe everything I am saying. It’s all true. And you may need to stay with me for a little while, until me and Bru-Batman get this all figured out. Okay?” Barry says and you look up into his soft brown eyes. You kind of stare at him dumbfoundedly, taking in his appearance close up before nodding. His jaw was very strong, and his hair was definitely messed up from the wind. This was too much...You felt like you were going to throw up from all this craziness, as your stomach flipped a hundred times over.

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An Unexpected Future

Part 27:

The rest of the class consisted of some games, including a very amusing one where the instructor had all of the future fathers strap on 20 pound empathetic bellies and try to tie their shoes. We also watched another video and practiced breathing techniques to manage pain during labor. Then for the last bit of the class we discussed everything from what to pack in a hospital bag to breast feeding to diaper changing and we even talked about how to put a baby properly in a car seat. I never realized how much there really was to know when it came to having and caring for a baby. It was pretty overwhelming, but the class was very informative and when it was over, both Ezra and I felt more confident about everything.

Angelica called me after the birthing class and reminded me that our graduation ceremony was in a week. I had been so wrapped up in everything going on with preparing for the baby that I had completely forgotten that I was about to graduate from college.

The more I thought about it, the idea of actually walking to receive my diploma seemed silly to me, although Ezra strongly disagreed. He insisted that I walk at my graduation.

"But I hated everything about my high school graduation." I groaned. It was a beautiful afternoon and we just had lunch after the birthing class ended and were now enjoying the weather sitting in the grass under a tree in Central Park. "The silly robes, the long and boring wait for my name to be called just to walk up on stage in front of a bunch of people I'll never see again. It's pointless. Seriously, I'd rather not bother when I can just have my diploma sent to me in the mail."

"Well, what's the fun in that?" Ezra asked, finishing a cigarette. I noticed that he had been smoking a lot lately, probably due to nerves with the baby's arrival being just around the corner. "Come on, (Y/N). Be proud of yourself. You've worked so hard over the past couple of years. You earned that diploma and graduating from college is a big deal."

"Coming from someone who didn't even graduate from high school." I teased, nudging his arm.

"Yeah," He frowned. "Well, maybe I kind of regret that decision..."

"So, you want me to suffer because of your poor life choices?" I was only picking on him, but I could tell he wasn't taking any of it as a joke.

"I simply think that you deserve to celebrate such a big accomplishment." He shrugged, another cigarette already between his teeth as he pulled out a lighter. "Just like anyone else."

"Good Lord," I changed the subject, taking the cigarette right out of his mouth before he could light it. "How about we try and cut back a little on the smoking???"

"How about we leave a man alone to his vices?" Ezra grabbed the cigarette from me and put it back in his mouth and lit it.

"Vice my ass." I huffed. "You smoke what? Two packs a day now???"

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, don't ya think?" He took a long drag. "Anyway, we're not talking about me and my bad habits right now. We're talking about you and your refusal to attend a simple graduation ceremony."

"Hey," I smirked, an idea suddenly popping in my head. "I'll tell you what: If you can go a week without puffing on a single cancer stick, I will gladly walk at my graduation."

"Only a week?" Ezra raised his eyebrows. "Alright. Yeah, okay. Fine..." He hopped to his feet and tossed his freshly lit cigarette onto the ground and put it out with his foot. "No problem."

Right away Ezra threw the rest of his cigarettes that he had on him into a trash bin.

"You know, I was mostly kidding about you quitting smoking." I chuckled. We were back at the apartment. He had found 2 more unopened packs that were lying around and I found it amusing watching him as he got rid of them.

"No, no." He said. "Don't you worry. In a week you will be hanging your head in shame as you walk across that stage to get your diploma. You may not think I can do it, but I will prove you very wrong, my dearest."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. He was always so dramatic.

I was surprised to see that Ezra had made it 4 days without a single cigarette. I did take notice though that he had replaced smoking with food.

"Geeze." I laughed as he chowed on his 5th slice of pizza. We had been spending our evenings lately relaxing at home, binge watching shows on Netflix and taking turns making dinner or ordering takeout. "I thought I was the one eating for two."

"Well excuse me for being hungry." He immediately got defensive over my comment. Not smoking had him easily irritated as well and every little thing would set him off. "Am I not allowed to eat now???"

"Oh, here we go." I groaned. "Relax, will ya? It was just a joke, Ez. There's no need to get hostile."

He tossed the crust from the slice of pizza he had just devoured into the almost empty box and got to his feet. "Whatever, I need a beer..."

I sighed, slouching back, trying to focus on the movie we were currently watching. It was hard for me to not get super annoyed by his moodiness considering my own mood swings were just as crazy as ever lately. Not to mention, I had been starting to have what the doctor said were Braxton Hicks contractions randomly throughout the day and at night, so I was very uncomfortable and irritable.

I was currently feeling the tightness spreading throughout my stomach and was trying to relax when he came back with his beer.

These 'practice' contractions only hurt a little, but they were causing me quite a bit of discomfort and they had the baby kicking like crazy.

The baby was almost always moving now and I was constantly aware of every nudge and kick.

Ezra sat back down beside me on the couch and he seemed to sense my discomfort as he glanced over at me, although he didn't say anything.

We had been bickering a lot the past few days since he gave up cigarettes and by each evening, we were both tired of it and would just sit in silence. It seemed easier to enjoy each other's company this way lately and I tried not to be too bothered by it, knowing we would eventually move passed it.

I had fallen asleep at some point right there on the couch and when I woke up the next morning, Ezra was no where to be found.

I checked my phone and saw that he had sent me a text.

'Morning love. Hope you slept well. Sorry I didn't wake you last night to come back to bed. You need your rest and I didn't want to disturb you. I know things have been a little tense these past few days, especially on my part. I want to make it up to you, so I'll be back in a couple of hours with a special surprise😉😉😉'

I responded: 'I understand babe. I'm proud of you for taking the initiative to quit smoking even if it's only for a week and to get me to walk at my graduation lol. I know it's tough, but I know you can do it. Who knows, maybe after a whole week, you won't ever want another cigarette again 😋 I know, I'm being too hopeful. Well, if you're going to be out all day, I think I'll go finish up some baby shopping with my mom. And please, nothing too crazy! I know how you are when it comes to surprises. Love you. See you tonight ❤'

'You know me oh too well, dear. Crazy is my middle name!!! 🤪 Have fun with your mom and tell her I said hello. I'll see you when I get home. Love you bunches xoxo'

I ate a bowl of cereal, took a shower and got dressed before meeting up with my mom in the city where we spent the entire day picking out some last minute necessities and a few fun things for the baby and had a late lunch.

I was surprised to see that Ezra had beat me back home that evening. He seemed overly giddy about whatever trick he had up his sleeve.

"You're kind of freaking me out." I giggled as he quickly took all of my shopping bags from me and set them on the kitchen table as soon as I walked through the door. "Seriously, what's the big surprise???"

"It's in the bedroom." He was practically bouncing with excitement like a little kid. "Now, before I show you, please please promise me that you'll have an open mind about this and not be totally mad at me."

"Jesus," I laughed nervously as he skipped down the hallway to the bedroom. "Should I be scared???"

He didn't answer and it took him a moment to emerge from the room.

"Ez???...Oh...my GOD!!!"

He had entered the kitchen craddling the tiniest puppy I had ever seen in my life in his hands.

"What do you think?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear as he held the puppy up, showing me.

"You...got a dog?" I furrowed my brows.

"I sure did." He giggled, letting the small animal lick his face. The puppy was fluffy and white with brown spots and floppy ears. "Josh's sister's cocker spaniel had puppies a couple of weeks ago. Her name is Sasha and she has 3 brothers and 2 sisters. So, what do you think??? She's adorable, right?"

I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, although I was feeling pretty conflicted.

"Well," I said. "I'm definitely surprised..."

"Oh, come on," He was giving the puppy kisses on the nose and nuzzling his cheek against its soft head. "Look at this little face...How are you not absolutely in love???"

"Ez," I laughed. "We're just weeks away from having the huge responsibility of caring for a baby. And now we're going to double that responsibility with a puppy?"

"Are you going to make me take her back???" He suddenly looked like a kid that had just dropped his ice cream cone on the ground or that accidentally let go of their balloon and I immediately felt guilty.

"Ugh," I groaned, quickly giving in. "No...of course not. You're clearly already a match made in heaven. And I don't think I could have the heart to break up such a fast, yet precious bond between a grown ass man and a puppy."

"Awe," Ezra cooed, holding the dog's face closely to his as he spoke and I rolled my eyes. "You hear that, Sasha? Looks like you get to stay!"

"Yeah, yeah." I grinned. "Sasha gets to stay."

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fandomnom · 6 years

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Imagine:Ezra Miller:Parenthood

You walk on set while the filming of Justice League is going on with your daughter you had with Ezra. You are carrying your daughter Y/D/N and watching them film Ezras’ part. Your daughter reaches out for Ezra and says “Dada.” Ezra hears your daughter say it and looks over at her and smiles at her while looking her in the eyes. You smile and tear in the eyes realizing Ezra payed attention to her even though he was working.

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diianawonka · 6 years

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ladyofdecember · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Flash (Movie 2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Barry Allen Characters: old!Barry, young!Barry - Character, Barry Allen Additional Tags: Mentions of Gary - Freeform, Fix-It, Post Movie Summary:

It was then that the teenager reached forward, calmly grasping his clasped hands atop the table. Glancing up through tear filled eyes, he met his other self's eyes which were warm and comforting and filled with love.

“It's okay. I've got you.” He said smiling peacefully at his older self.

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“I’ll see you again.” (part 52)

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader) Thanksgiving Special

Note: This is the 52nd part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry this took so freaking long! Love you guys!!

Date published: December 15, 2017

Warnings: None?

Year: November- 1927

Part: fifty-two of ?

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You slowly slipped out of the giant mountain of blankets you had slept so peacefully in the night before. You were careful not to wake up Credence.

After you had gotten out, you stood there and smiled at his innocent sleeping face.

You quietly closed the laundry room door as you left, and made your way through the living room that your two brothers were sleeping in.

Then you shuffled through the kitchen, with your bare feet tiptoeing across the cold floor. You then proceeded to make some coffee, and grabbed your book that was laying on the side table, next to your chair.

Once the coffee was done brewing, you poured yourself a cup. You like it just as it is, black and bitter. Credence never understood that. He always pretends to make a big deal about it, not understanding how you could enjoy ‘a cup of sadness’ as he called it.

After you quickly put on your coat, you went out onto the front deck, and sat on the porch swing. Holding the book up to your face, you picked up where you left off, and sipped on your hot coffee.

You took a second to look around. The sun was barely coming up, so the whole world looked almost blue. And frost covered the grass all across the neighborhood. You could see your frozen breath in front of you, as you enjoyed these few moments alone.

The sound of the screen door opening, put you back in reality. You looked over to see Jack walking over to sit next to you.

“Hey,” he said, his breath looking like smoke.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“It’s chilly,” he rubbed his hands together, looking around at the houses.

“Yeah,” you replied, “But I like it that way.”

A few moments of silence passed as you looked out into the cool, blue morning.

“Do you really feel that way about Credence?” you asked. The question had played a million times in your head before you could actually bring yourself to say it.

You looked over at him, after the question had been out into the open for a few seconds.

“I don’t know, Y/N.” he sounded kind of sad, or disappointed.

“Why can’t I be happy, Jack? Don’t I deserve that?” you said bluntly.

“Of course you do.” he quickly replied.

“Then why?” You questioned.

“You’re my sister.”

“Okay, that is not a good enough reason.” You teased, playfully hitting his arm.

He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Is he still— you know... the way he is?” He asked.

“Magical?”

He nodded.

“Of course he is!” you laughed.

“Has he hurt you again?”

“No—“ quickly defended. “No. Of course not.” You said. “And, Jack, you know that wasn’t on purpose? It’s hard for him to control it, it was an accident.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of....That he can’t control it”

“He hasn’t had an accident in months.” You defend him. “I understand why you’re scared, but I’m not, I trust him. And you trust me, so you should accept him.”

He nodded, looking over at you with a sweet smile, but you could see in his eyes that he was still a little nervous.

You smiled back at him, leaning into his shoulder.

After the sun had come up, and you had caught up a bit with Jack, you went inside. Before you went in, you had started to hear that people were up.

When you came in from the chilly weather, the house felt so warm, and smelled so good because your mother had started making breakfast for everyone.

“Mom, you didn’t have to do that.” You assured.

“I wanted to.” She grinned at you.

You looked over and saw Credence, sitting in the living room, talking with Walter.

He looked over, saw you, and gave you the a huge no-teeth smile.

You lifted your hand and waved over at him, then went back to talking to your mother. He looked adorable, his hair all messy and him in his blue and white striped pajamas.

After you all had eaten breakfast, and spent most of the morning, relaxing around the house with your family, you and your mother got started on making the Thanksgiving dinner.

It felt so nice to be with everyone again. And as you made dinner, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you played music on your record player and looked around the room at the people you love.

“Is there anything I can do?” You heard Credence say behind you.

You turned around, smiling and said, “I think we’re okay.”

Credence came up behind you, hugged your waist and kissed your cheek.

“What are you making?” He asked.

“Apple pie.” You giggled at his action.

“She makes it every year!” Your mother chimed in.

“Yeah, it’s the best,” Jack walked in.

“I can’t wait to try it.” Credence smiled, burying his face into your neck, making you laugh harder.

Everyone was around the living room as they waited for dinner to be ready. They were talking, playing card games, and having fun.

Jack and Walter were trying really hard to teach Credence how to play a game, but he just couldn’t get it.

You were watching from the kitchen, and kept grinning to yourself at the confusion on his face.

He finally gave up and decided to just sit and watch.

While he did, he discreetly eyed Aunt Florence who was sitting at the other end of the couch, them two being the only ones not playing the game.

He kept thinking about what you had told him about her. How she had lost her husband; how he couldn’t even imagine losing you.

“Aunt Florence?” Credence said, so bravely. She was a bit shocked at this, her head whipping to look at him.

“I... Y/N told me about your husband.” He continued. “I-I’m very sorry.”

“Oh- thank you, Credence.” She nodded, almost like she was acknowledging him for the first time.

He gave a small smile, and looked back at the game going on.

Thanksgiving dinner was finally ready, and everyone gathered around.

You had set the table beautifully, with candles, flowers, and the elegant plates that your grandmother had given you when you moved to New York.

As you all ate dinner, and told old stories, like you did every year, you looked around at the people you love. You felt that your heart was so full it could explode.

Your eyes stopped at Credence. He looked so carefree and happy, as he laughed at a story your Dad was telling about how you and Jack had gotten in trouble one time for ditching school to play in the ocean again.

You quickly wiped away the tears that had just began to fall down your cheeks.

“Okay,” Your Mother began. “Let’s do our tradition!”

“What’s the tradition?” Credence questioned.

“We go around and tell everyone what we’re thankful for.” You answered.

“Oh.” He smiled.

“I’ll go first.” Your Mother volunteered. “Of course, I’m thankful for all of you.” She smiled. “But... I’m especially thankful for my new son.” She placed her hand on top of Credence’s that was resting on the table. He looked up, and smiled sweetly at her.

“And I’m so sorry that I doubted the decision you two have made. I’m truly so happy for you both.”

You were now crying like a baby. It was everything you could have ever wanted to have your family approve of Credence and make him feel wanted.

“Mom.” You bawled, getting up to hug her.

“I’m so happy.” You cried into her shoulder.

While you continued to hug, Credence felt immensely uncomfortable, looking over at Jack sitting next to him. Jack chuckled, patting him on the back.

“These two together... it gets pretty emotional.” He laughed.

Credence smiled, looking back up at the sobbing scene.

Then it was your turn to speak, and you of course bragged on Credence. You could see him blushing from across the table.

When it was Credence’s turn, he shyly said how much he appreciated your kindness and endless love for him. And once again, you teared up.

“You know,” you said, after everyone had spoken. “It’s almost been a year since we first met, Credence.” You smiled at him.

“Oh, yeah that’s right.” He beamed.

“How did this year go so quickly?” You remembered all of the different things that had happened since then. How had it been year? It felt like you just met, but it was also that weird feeling where it feels like it was forever ago.

Later that night, everyone was in bed, and you and Credence were sitting on your mound of blankets, just talking.

It was dark, but not dark enough to where you couldn’t see each other’s faces.

“How has it been a year?” You sighed.

“I don’t know.” He replied.

“It’s crazy how much can change in year.” You said.

“If someone would have told me that all of this would happen; that I would get away, and be happy... be with you, I would have said they were insane.” He gazed off in the distance.

You smiled at him, taking his hands in yours. “I wouldn’t have believed them either. It’s all so perfect.”

He looked back at you smiling, and stared deeply into your eyes. It felt like they had swallowed you whole, and before you knew it, Credence’s lips were crushing into yours.

The silence of the small room felt like it was all you could ever need in the whole world. Credence’s hand gently touched your cheek, and that feeling took you even farther into the state of contentment.

Then he pulled away and looked back into your eyes.

“You’re the best person I know.” He said, his voice sounding so innocent, like he was a little boy with a crush.

You laughed like you were amused, but didn’t agree.

“You’re the best person... period.” You smiled.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” He whispered, and you both laughed, trying to be quiet so not to wake up everyone.

To be continued....

PART FIFTY-THREE

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Not another goddamn oc

Caprice Mercer / Wraith (Justice League)

She would be lying if she said she wanted a quiet, mundane existence. Normality was something Caprice was never destined for - after all, she was born the daughter of Bruce Wayne, a billionaire, and Lauren Mercer, heir to Central City’s biggest law firm. So despite keeping her mother’s surname to keep under the radar, between the circumstances of her parentage and her status as a meta-human, Caprice really isn’t ordinary.

Studying civil law at Central College and interning for her grandfather’s law firm - oh yeah, and the occasional modelling shoot, because which magazine wouldn’t want to feature Bruce Wayne’s only child? - you’d think she has her plate full. Caprice keeps her mercenary activities on the down-low, operating under the alias of Wraith. What else would you call a meta-human with the ability to phase through solid objects and an unearthly banshee wail?

Then Steppenwolf comes along and starts messing things up in the form of practically trying to doom the entire planet. Needless to say, Caprice is pissed. And she’s joining the Justice League no matter what her dad has to say about it.

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Barry Allen Headcanons

The personal headcanons and Interpretation of Barry Allen, The Flash.

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In my headcanoned canon, Barry Allen looks more like Ezra Miller’s version. I just prefer that look on him.

Barry ages extremely well, almost slowly.

Barry is kinda… I hate to say it… a film guy. Like one of those people who analyzes movies and posts about them. If he had a tiktok and had to post stuff, film stuff would be the move. He’s a big nerd about it.

Sings in the shower.

Watched forensic and crime tv shows when bored for fun.

When he first started out as The Flash, the speed and traveling upset his stomach.

In the tv show, Barry’s birthday is like the middle of March I think. But to me he feels like a February birthday.

Barry does not necessarily believe in zodiac signs, but he does find them fun! He might know some stuff about them if you’d like converse.

Dresses like Leonard Hofstadter.

Some of his favorite foods are chicken tenders, cheeseburgers, Chinese food, Indian food, etc.

When I was a kid, I interpreted Barry Allen as Jewish. I don’t know how I feel about this now, but I kinda like the thought of it.

Will occasionally travel so fast that he’ll earn a white streak in his hair.

While Barry is a competent and well thinking hero, he is scared shitless of Eobard Thawne, the Reverse Flash.

When The Flash Museum is erected, Barry feels uneasy. He feels nervous.

Barry loves pie! Almost all kinds. Apple pies are one of his favorites, warm and cinnamon-y around the holidays.

I don’t fucking know what Snyder was thinking with Barry’s dumbass run in his movies, but Barry runs like a normal person. Straight, good posture, sharp, not all fucking floppy armed.

I’m toying around with the thought that he has a fear of dentists 🤨.

*These headcanons can be expanded on and added to over time. Headcanons can be left in comments to be added to the list. These headcanons will be used in kyber’s fanfictions for this character. All headcanons can be used to inspire a fanfiction request. All headcanons discussed in comments must be discussed politely and are welcomed. Return frequently for new headcanons.

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