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HYUNJIN | 231215 @ MUSIC BANK GLOBAL FESTIVAL
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BANG CHAN — S-Class (특) KCON LA (230821)
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So Pretty
(Wally West Smut)
[Art is not mine. Credit to unknown]
Requested by: dogma0325
Keys:
Y/N - Your Name
N/N - Nick Name
Word Count: 3110
Warning and/or Pre-notes:
Pervert/Slight Assault
Degrading
Name Calling: Desperate, Bitch, Bimbo, Slut, Good Girl
Choking
Face Slapping
Rough Domination/Submission
Hair Pulling
Scratching
Creampie
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"Mmhmm," I hum around my wine glass, keeping my eyes locked on the man in front of me. He's older - probably old enough to be Oliver's father - but he's one of the 'power houses' Ollie wants to partner with to further Queen Industries.
The grandpa continues on about the new what-cha-ma-call-it as his hand slides onto my knee. It might be anti-feminist of me to flirt and "show off" my body to gain partnerships but it's so much easier than pretending to care about what he's talking about. "I think Mr. Queen would be interested in it, don't you Miss Harper?" He asks, inching his hand further up the split of my dress.
"I think Ollie would be very interested. Would you like me to call him over?" I ask, sending not so secretive bedroom eyes over his way.
It doesn't take a genius to notice the way the man squirms in his seat before deciding standing would be an easier way to hide his arousal. "No, no, no. I shall walk you back over to Mr. Queen. What kind of man would I be having you beckon him over?" He asks, gently picking up my hand and kissing my knuckles.
Shivers run through me, followed by a wave of nauseousness. I quickly shove the feelings down and replace them with a smile. "How sweet," I offer up, trying to loosen my jaw, "Queen Industrials definitely could use more honorable men like you".
This brings a smile to the creeps face which is quickly hidden away with more kisses laid up my hand and across my wrist. When my nervous can't take anymore I stand up and turn to head toward the group of people surrounding Oliver. Creepy McCreep follows, placing a hand on my back that quickly descends down to grab a hand full of my ass as we walk across the ballroom.
"Y/N!" Wally - one of my older brother's friends - chirps out as we near the group. His eyes are a dark green - partly cause of the booze in his system and partly not. "I've been meaning to sneak over and say hi," He continues, making swift moves to place himself between McCreep and me.
Wally's arm wraps around my waist as he leans over to kiss my cheek. As he's pulling away, he stops for a beat to whisper in my ear, "Pretty pathetic of you to open your legs for a man like that".
My eyes glance over at Roy to see if he noticed but he - and Oliver - are too occupied with McCreep to notice Wally's words.
The speedster's arm stays on my waist, his finger tips digging into my hip as his mouth stays put by my ear. "I know I've been preoccupied with the whole hero gig but I didn't think you'd go pimping yourself out. Are you that desperate?"
"I'm not desperate," I bite back, keeping my voice low as well. For the past couple months Wally and me have been.... Friends with benefits, which has really gone to his head, especially in the bedroom.
"Seems like you are," Wally murmurs, softly sliding his fingertips just far enough under my dress to dig them into my inner thigh. "I thought we had an understanding N/N. I thought I made it clear that you - that your body, belongs to me".
"And I thought I made it clear that I'm not your girlfriend, Wally," I shoot back, still keeping my tone hushed.
"Get your ass upstairs. Now," Wally growls in my ear before letting go of me and standing up straight again.
"And if I don't?" I breathe out, tilting my head back to look up at Wally.
He tilts his head back down, his lips making butterfly touches to my ear as he talks. "If you don't, I'll bend you over the bar and let big brother dearest and Mr. Perv watch as I bruise you inside and out,".
I'm left to register Wally's words as he slips out from the group of high class Starr City citizens and walks out of the ballroom.
"Where's Wally going?" Roy asks, shimming into his friend's previous spot.
"Uh... Dick called?" I push out, making it more of a question than a statement. "I don't know, I couldn't really hear him,".
Roy thinks it over for a moment before shrugging it off and turning back towards the conversation. "Roy?" I ask, getting a hum as an answer. "I think I'm going to head to bed for the night".
"Okay, goodnight Y/N," Roy says back, giving me a side hug before I walk out of the group as well, quick to follow Wally's previous exit route.
My heart rate picks up as I climb up the stairs, heading towards my room where a very upset Wally awaits me. I slowly walk down the hallway, my heels echoing along the narrow space.
"Wally?" I call softly, pushing my bedroom door open before walking in. My nightstand light is on, eliminating Wally and making his red hair stand out against the green fabrics of the room. The air is thick with all of the speedster's emotions: Jealousy, anger, and arousal.
"Come here," Wally demands, his voice low, almost a growl as the words come out.
"No," I whisper, pushing my back to the door, causing it to latch close. Wally snaps up to his feet and takes quick paces toward me.
Before I can think, his body is pressed against mine, trapping me against the door. His hand is rough and heavy against my throat as he forces my head back to look at him. Wally's eyes are dark, almost black instead of his normal green color.
"I've had enough of you today. You've been prancing around pretty much naked making blow job eyes at every rich man that walks in. Do you know what that makes you look like? It makes you look like a desperate little bitch. Are you a desperate bitch? Are you Y/N?" Wally continually repeats the last two sentences, getting more and more in my face each time. As he repeats himself, he tightens his grasp on my neck so I can't answer him back.
"Aww, is the poor baby Harper struggling to answer me? Maybe if you weren't blowing every one of daddy's partners your throat would work, hmm?" Wally taunts, using his free hand to hoist up the skirt of my dress. His fingertips ghost over my clothed pussy before settling on the waist band of my panties.
Tears start to prickle my eyes as I gasp for air. My hands wrap around Wally's wrist, digging my nails into his arm to try and get him to loosen his grip. "P... ple... please?" I manage to get out between gasps.
Wally's eyes are hard, filled to the brim with jealousy as he looks at me. "Fine," He mumbles, releasing me. From the lack of oxygen, my balance is off when he lets go, causing me to fall to my knees at his feet. "Good, that's where spoiled bimbos like you belong," Wally adds, leaning down to grab my face with one of his hands.
My breath is heavy and tears continue to trickle down, rolling over his fingers as he squishes my cheeks. "You look so pretty," Wally says gently, his eyes softening just for a moment. "But that isn't an excuse for you to act like a free use slut at the gala." The words come out sharp, adding to the pool that's been forming between my thighs since I entered the room. "Is that what you want? To be treated like a free use slut? To be used where ever and whenever men want? Without you getting a say?"
"No," I whimper, grabbing at Wally's dress shirt. The material feels smooth and warm under my finger tips. "I don't want other men to use me. I only want you to use me," The words come out in a rush, sounding more like pleas than an answer.
This seems to satisfy Wally, getting me a rewarding soft kiss to my lips. "Don't worry N/N, I'll use you. By the time I'm done with you the only thing that'll be left in this empty little head of yours will be my name," He says, softly shaking my head through the last half of his sentence.
Wally releases my face, leaving me a mess on the floor as he walks back over to my bed. He plants himself on the edge of it, eyes locked on me as I stay kneeled on the floor, unable to stop tears from falling. "Come on baby, I haven't even been that mean to you," Wally says, patting his thigh to beckon me forward, adding a soft smile to his face to encourage me to obey.
I listen, crawling across the room to kneel between his legs. "You are so pretty baby," He says again, wrapping his fingers around my neck and leaning down to lick the tears off my cheeks. "So, so pretty,".
Soon the licks turn to soft kisses that end in a gentle kiss to my lips. When he parts from me, he continues littering butterfly kisses across my cheeks. His fingers are light this time, not the tight, oxygen stopping hold from before. "It makes me so sad when I have to correct your bad behavior,".
"It doesn't seem like it," I whisper out, closing my eyes to soak in the gentleness I'm receiving from the speedster.
In a split second the soft kisses are replaced by a slap across my face. My cheek stings as tears start to prickle at my eyes again. "You just can't stop while you're ahead can you?" Wally asks, forcibly turning my head so I'm looking at him again. "What am I gonna do with you little Harper?" He asks, rubbing his thumb across my cheek, causing the stinging to continue.
"Is it really that hard for you to keep your legs closed? Is it so hard for you to be grateful that I'm willing to correct your behaviors? Maybe I'm wasting my time," Wally mumbles the last part, letting go of my face and standing up.
"Please stay," I whine, wrapping my fingers around Wally's belt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I continue, burying my head in Wally's stomach.
"You're sorry for what?" He asks, fisting my hair in his hand to tilt my head back.
Wally looking down on me makes more shock waves ripple through me. I rub my thighs together, wiggling my fingers closer to the latch of his belt. "I'm sorry... for... for acting... desperate. I'm sorry for acting... like... like a spoiled bimbo," my voice weavers and my hands shake as I undo his belt.
In approval, Wally loosens his grasp on my hair but doesn't completely let go. His eyes stay locked on mine as I undo his pants and slowly pull his penis out of his boxers. I rest my hands on his thighs before leaning down, my hair pulling as I wrap my mouth around Wally's tip. I bob my head a couple times but can't get further down because of the grasp he still holds on my hair. "Nope," Wally says, using my hair to yank me back from his erection.
"No?" I whine, snaking my hands from his legs towards his cock.
"No," He repeats, using my hair to pull me to my feet before I can touch him again. He takes a second to admire me. My head pulled back by my hair, my legs shaking and covered in my own juices. "Strip," Wally says, letting go of my hair and sitting back down on the edge of my bed.
I obey, kicking off my heels before slowly peeling my dress off of myself. His eyes pierce into me, watching me shimmy out of my panties and unclasping my bra. I stand there, waiting for Wally's next command as his eyes rake over my body. "Can you please take your shirt off?" I whine, taking a cautious stop forward and sliding my hands under his suit jacket.
Wally fulfills my request, shrugging off his jacket before unbuttoning and sliding out of his dress shirt. "Thank you," I say, resting my hands on his shoulders.
He ignores me, grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs apart. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?" He asks, bending his head down to lick the mess off my thighs.
"For you, yes" I breathe out, tangling my fingers in his hair. His tongue feels teasing, running over my thighs and getting close but not close enough to my pussy. "Please?" I beg as my legs continue to shake.
"Why should I?" Wally asks, removing his head from my thighs, replacing it with ghostly finger tips just barely grazing my folds. "You don't deserve it".
I don't answer him, and instead whine and tug on the ends of his hair. Wally planting a kiss on my stomach before pulling me on his lap. His dick is hard and warm pressed up against my thigh, causing me to be even needier. His eyes are softer now, some of the green coming back to them. "You are a needy little thing. Are you needy baby?" Wally asks before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
His teeth hurt as he bites down, pulling out whines and mews from me. "Please?" I ask, tugging at his pants.
"Please what?" He asks, running his tongue over the bite mark, causing extra stinging sensations.
"Please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy. Please?" I beg, dragging out the last word.
"If it's your pussy, you can fuck it," Wally tells me, moving his hips so the head of his penis is pressed against my clit. He slowly moves his hips, giving me the minimum friction possible.
     I cling to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin and burying my head in his neck. "It's your pussy, Wally. Please just touch me. Please?"
     A gentle hum comes from Wally, followed by his hand back in my hair and new vibrations being sent from his dick to my clit. "Are you sure it's mine? Seems like you were prancing it around and offering it up to everyone a little while ago".
     "It's... it's yours," I wheeze out, slightly dragging my nails down his shoulder from the new added friction.
     Wally doesn't reply. Instead he teases me by constantly changing the pace of the vibrations between my legs. His eyes stay lock on me, constantly raking across my body. My head pulled by back him, strands of loss hair clinging to the forming sweat on me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders with my fingernails constantly moving across his back and leaving my own marks on him. My legs trembling as juices spill out and coat my thighs along with Wally's pants.
     The tightness in my groin is seconds away from snapping when Wally stops and lets go of me. I whine at the sudden loss of my orgasm and tight my grip, causing myself to get closed to him. The head of his penis pokes teasingly at the rim of my opening.
     Wally's hand meets my bare waist before his lips met my collar bone. He sucks on it, sure to leave a bruise to form. "Are you going to be good? Are you going to behave and spread yourself out for me?"
     "Yes," I answer back, trying to scoot forward but unable to from the strong hold on my waist. "Please?" I whimper, sliding my hands from Wally's back to gentle tug on the ends of his hair.
Wally lifts me up as he stands. He's gentle when he lays me in the bed. When my back makes contact with my sheets, I let my legs fall open and put myself on display. A pleased hum comes from my partner as he drops his remaining clothes.
"So pretty," Wally purrs as he climbs between my legs. His hands are soft and slow as he rubs my inner thighs, kisses chasing after his finger tips. Wally weavers for a second at the end of my thighs before placing a teasing kiss to my clit. The kisses trail up my stomach towards my chest as he realigns himself with my hole. As the kisses climb up my chest towards my neck, Wally painfully slowly inches himself in me.
I whimper, wrapping my arms around his back again. "Wally," I whine, trying to push him further in me.
"Be patient," He whispers against my skin as his hands secure themselves to my hips. His pace stays slow as he continues littering kisses over my body.
"You're being so good for me," Wally says, starting to pick up his pace. My nails dig into his shoulder blades again as I slide my legs around his torso. His hands slide down to my thighs to hold me in place. "Whose pussy is this?" Wally asks, locking his eyes with me as he pounds into me.
I whine, sliding my hands to the nape of his neck and grasp the whiskers of hair that are laid there. "You", I peep out, squeezing my legs around him.
"Yes I am," He replies cockily with a big grin on his face. "Only I can make you feel this needy,". One of Wally's hands slides down from my thigh to start rubbing circles on my nerve bud. "Is my pussy going to cum for me? Is it? I bet it is with how desperate you've been," He taunts, his circles getting faster and his thrusts getting sloppy.
I opened my mouth to answer but the only thing that comes out is a moan. The knot in my stomach continues to tighten from Wally's actions. "Wally," I moan as the knot starts to unravel.
     "Good girl," He groans, "Just a couple more and then you can rest". His hands are heavy against me and my hips ache from the pace but I keep my whines of pain to myself.
As Wally said, it only takes a few more thrust before he comes undone. “Pull out,” I whine, trying to push him off of me.
“If I did I wouldn’t be able to mark you as mine.”
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『THE SOUND』 MUSIC VIDEO TEASER #1
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STAYBLR SKZ ANNIVERSARY | Day 1
our white wolf 🐺
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inkareds · 2 years
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Sun-Kissed Skin Wally West // 500
nav // dc m.list // ko-fi ✧.* warnings: ficlet, very very uneditted, wrote this in a whim at 12am, apologies ✧.* genre: SFW // Fluff
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Unsurprisingly enough, Wally West wasn't much of a morning person. That was Dick's thing when he wanted to be productive. But Wally? Even the days he had planned to be productive, somehow he could sleep through a hundred of his alarms and wake up late into the day if no one physically woke him up.
He thought living with you, thus having to wake up with you every day and go back to sleep every night with you in his arms would fix that situation. After all, though you did always wake up earlier than him, the ruffling of the sheets, the moving of limbs from around him, and the sounds around the apartment should wake him up right? Wrong.
In fact, the sound of the water as you take your morning shower or the ruffling of sheets as you make your way out of the bed. Made his brain realize that you were tangible and that you were here, with him. Thus bringing him so much unprecedented warmth and comfort it lured him into a deeper sleep.
It isn't until you wake him up with a flurry of kisses or the smell of breakfast being cooked that Wally gets up from the bed.
There were times though, extremely rare times, but times indeed, where he'd wake up just earlier before you.
This was one of those times.
Wally's eyes cracked open just a little bit, adjusting them to the sumlight that peeked through the curtains. Despite having them somewhat closed, they were letting in more sunlight than he wished. It came in rays, beaming rays that illuminated the room with bright lines.
He squinted as a low groan erupted from the back of his throat. He was just about to sit up and stretch his muscles when a sudden murmur of words caught his attention. Wally's eyes immediately darted downwards towards his arms.
That was when he realized, for once, he didn't wake up alone. You were still deep in your sleep, cuddling with Wally's side as your subconscious forces you to murmur words of confusion as to why your loving partner was trying to get up. Wally surpressed a chuckle from exploding and relaxed back into the bed.
He spent a few moment just staring at you, smiling as one of his hands slowly carress your cheek. You looked absolutely majestic.
Despite your morning breath, messy hair, slight drool on the corner of your mouth.
Wally couldn't help but let a goofy smile creep towards his expression. You looked incandescently adorable. He felt his heart swell a thousand fold as you shifted in your sleep. Moving towards him and pulling him closer to your embrace.
In the arms of the person he loved most. Wally West found himself drifting right back to unconsciousness. Just as he thought telling you when the two of you woke up about how he woke up before you. Then imagining how you would never believe him.
His smile brightened as he took one last glance at you.
Maybe this could be the motivation to wake up earlier.
He leaned in to press a small kiss on your sun-kissed skin. The rays of sunlight making you more ethereal than he thought could be possible. Before drifting back to the realms of sleep.
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RIght, I apologize about how short this was, this was written on a whim because I suddenly got inspiration, and I swear I am writing my Matt Murdock fic I SWEAR I AM WRITING IT, And I swear I am writing my Dick Grayson fanfic AND my Druig Fanfic... I just need to edit them and I hate editting so,.... haha yes....
btw... bcs I saw you guys were interested
@fandomfaeryreads and @the-flying-graysons
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God. Okay. Makes 100% sense now why Adams changed Jai's powers.
He made Jai the demolitions expert. And started hyping up Jai's new obsession with spy stuff. And had Jay do stealth missions. And has him writing mission logs during recess.
Adams 100% is making Jai the 'spy kid' of this new team.
Adams is hyping Maxine's magic because she's the magic kid. Irey is the speedster. Jai is the spy kid. Bobby is the super strong invulnerable powerhouse. Cerdian is the Atlantean.
Now the question is: does editorial let him add Lian as the archer? Does editorial let him add Mar'i as the alien? Or does he have to get one of the Kent kids for the alien spot?
Can he add Tai as their energy construct kid????
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CHANGJIN ✦ DANCE DUETS
easy / scars / miroh ↳ mv ver. / practice ver.
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galatially · 1 year
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❝𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞❞
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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.9K
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — let the world spin for us and lie with me here; if you knew anything about metas, they were still human and needed human minutes
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, two idiots being cute and lovely on a Sunday, honorifics (sweet girl, baby)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this is the fluffiest, cutest thing that i’ve ever written and i’m actually proud of myself for sticking with it lol
as always, lovely dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 
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The soft grumbles of a storm sang against the wind.
The faint pitter-patter of rain played against the glass of your window as your mind’s eye tried to coax you back to sleep. 
One of your hands reached out to the left side of your bed, a ritual you practiced every morning between the indigo of the sky and the rise of the sun. Instead of the cooled cotton, your fingers ran along familiar skin. 
A sleep-thick chuckle rumbled from his chest. “What are you doin’, Y/N?” 
You nestled deeper into his side, shifting so that his arm around your shoulders. “I thought you’d left already.”
Wally wrapped an arm around you and pressed his face against the top of your satin bonnet. Slow, even breaths left his lips; he’d fallen back to sleep. You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss under his jaw, cuddling into him more. You’d have to remind yourself to text Dick and thank him. A small yawn left your mouth and you were slowly finding sleep again. 
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You woke to the sound of falling metal and faraway curses.
Your room was gray, the sun hidden behind storm clouds, and what little light came from between them was muted against your hardwood floor. You sleepily ambled out of your bed and towards the commotion coming from your kitchen. 
The first thing you saw coming up to the kitchen’s threshold was the broad, freckled expanse of your boyfriend’s back. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his hair was disheveled from either sleep or running his hands through it. As your eyes forced themselves from drooling over the speedster, you took note of —
“Did you scald my pan, Wallace?”
The redhead jumped, his hand on his chest and his blue eyes wide. “No! I mean, not exactly.”
You raised a brow.
“So, y’know how you usually make breakfast for us?” You nodded slowly. “Well, since I have the weekend off, I figured I’d make it this time.”
Your features softened, a smile finding its way to your lips. Anyone else in your shoes would be livid; one of your pots — part of a really nice and expensive set you’d saved up months for — was scorched black, there was what looked to be thick batter stuck to one of your kitchen counter, and you were sure that were it not for his super speed the fire department would have been at your door.
You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you how sweet you are?”
Wally’s brows raised. “Uh, I mean — like, not this morning?”
You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.”
“Are you okay?” He put a hand to your forehead. “I almost burned down your kitchen.”
“I’m willing to forgive you for that, obviously.” You gave him a bright smile. “So who’s on patrol since you aren’t?”
“Barry’s takin’ over for me. Said somethin’ about you breakin’ up with me if I didn’t spend at least twenty-four hours with you.” Wally gave you an amused smirk. “You haven’t been in his ear, have you?”
“Not his ear,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “Maybe Dick’s, though.”
He brought his thumb to your bottom lip, running the pad along the seam. “M’sorry I’ve been away so much lately.”
You lifted a shoulder. “I knew what I was getting into when we met. It just gets lonely sometimes.” 
From the moment you stepped foot in Central City, you knew that something was coming for you. Maybe it was good, maybe it was bad, but it was coming. You hadn’t thought it would come in the form of a fast-talking redhead who moonlighted as a superhero — a literal scarlet speedster. 
Funnily enough, when you first met Wally, you thought he was one of the really good-looking guys who knew they were attractive and made it their entire personality. He’d come into the coffeeshop you worked at and ordered the same thing: a large dark roast with two pumps of vanilla and one pump of cinnamon. He would always come in between ten and noon, hair wind-whipped and his eyes bright with purpose, with a dimpled half smile that felt reserved just for you. 
The first time he spoke to you, you remembered you just stood there. Your brows canted into a deep V and your brown eyes pierced into his blues. 
“What?”
“I asked when you’re done. With work, I mean.”
You set the bag of coffee beans on the counter, giving him a once over. “And why would you want to know that? Don’t you have other girls that are waiting for a text from you?”
Wally leaned against the counter, that damned dimpled smile playing at his lips. “I’ll come back here at six, then? We can walk to that new ramen place that opened up on Fifth Ave.”
As promised, he made his way back to the shop — fifteen minutes early, might you add — and kept you company as you closed. You learned that he was going to CCU for physics and that he was brilliant beyond his boyish looks. His aunt was a reporter for the Picture News and her boyfriend was a forensic examiner for the CCPD and they were his best friends. 
“What about you? You goin’ to school?”
You shook your head. “Can’t afford it yet. I’m planning on going next year, though.”
“What are you goin’ to study?”
Your face warmed. “Forensic anthropology. I used to read about ancient cultures when I was a kid and was fascinated with the busts and renderings of what the people would’ve looked like back then. I don’t know, I like the idea of recovering history, I guess.” 
“That’s amazing,” Wally said, “so you draw, right? Can I see some sometime?”
Like that, Wally West became part of your daily routine. You’d slowly navigated your friendship, hanging out after shifts at the coffeeshop or between his classes. He’d even helped you apply to CCU for the winter semester. Though you changed your major from forensic anthropology to a BFA in Studio Art, he couldn’t hold in his excitement for you. 
“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.” You were against his chest, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his arms around you sending you into a spiral. He pulled back and, for a moment, you saw something pass in his eyes. Something warm and hopeful that made your stomach twist. 
You gave him a shaky thank you and hurried up to your apartment. 
At first, you decided it was a fluke. Wally was nice and smart and one of the most genuine people you’d met since moving out on your own. And, yeah, more often than not, you found yourself staring at him. But in your defense, you liked how soft his features were when he was at rest. How easy it would be for you to skim your fingers along the planes of his cheeks and the curve of his jaw. 
Fuck. Fuck! 
You were falling for him.
You leaned against your front door, your pulse quickening with each passing thought of Wally: his large, rough hands, the cut on left side of his mouth that extended his smile — holy fuck, you fucking like him! Like, head over heels, tripping over your feet, like. The kind of like that could upend relationships. 
The next time he came into the shop, you gave him little reaction. You were impressed with how well you kept your mask when you saw his smile fall. His hand lowered and his brows furrowed in confusion. Even when he tried to talk to you, you kept your words short and clipped. 
“Let me know when you’re done being weird, yeah?”
Your therapist told you once that you had a penchant for self-sabotage. Maybe you’d inherited it from your narcissistic parents or you’ve built your walls so well that the thought that someone would help you tear it down terrified you. Whatever the reason, it made you ruin something good before it started. By the end of your shift, you were in tears in the empty shop, barely holding it together.
“Y/N?”
You jumped at the voice. When your teary eyes met his, you could feel the heat pooling in your cheeks. 
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 
“What are you doing here, Wally?” you bit out, wiping at your face. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me.”
He closed the distance between you and took your face in his hands as he spoke, “You think I don’t know you so well that I know when you’re hurtin’? Gimme more credit than that, sweetheart.” 
Your eyes went to the floor as nerves rippled up your spine. 
“Y/N, you’re shakin’. Talk to me.”
So you did. The words left your tongue, an excision of your feelings and vulnerabilities on the floor of your place of work. You’d expected Wally to shirk off your feelings or feign any interest, but he didn’t. He took you into his arms and whispered gentle words into your hair. 
“You really think that I come in here for just coffee? I’ve been working up the nerve to ask you for weeks.” He wiped at the top of your cheek with his thumb. 
“Hell of a way to do it, huh?”
He smiled that dimpled smile you loved. “Hell of way to do it, sweet girl.”
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“Hey.” You felt a warm spot in the middle of your forehead. “Where’d you go?”
Your eyes focused on your boyfriend’s amused face. His blue eyes were warm and so full of love that you could’ve melted there on the spot. 
“I was thinking about how we met.”
“Yeah?” His hands curved around your hips and he pulled you closer into him. “You regrettin’ it yet?”
You lightly slapped at his chest. “Shut up! For someone so smart, you say the dumbest shit.”
Wally chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, warming you from tip to toe. “‘M sorry about your pan. I’ll buy you another one.”
“It’s fine, baby. I can buy myself another one.”
He tapped two fingers against your hips and moved his hands to cup the undersides of your thighs, signaling you to jump You obeyed and locked your knees at the small of his back. “I love you, you know that?” He kissed your forehead. “I love your smile,” kiss, “I love the way that your eyes crinkle at the sides when you laugh.” His lips trailed down the curve of your jaw. “I love everything you are.”
You could feel him getting hard through your silk shorts. “Wally…”
His lips sucked a bruise into your neck, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. 
“You’re so sweet, Y/N. My sweet girl.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair to hold him closer. Your skin was warm, too warm, and Wally wasn’t close enough. “I…”
He hummed against your cheek. “You what, honey? Tell me what you need.”
You pressed your lips to his, licked into his mouth, his moan rippling through you. You pulled back with lust-blown pupils and a kiss-drunk smile and breathed out, “I love you.”
He cupped your cheek, a soft smile on his lips. “I love you, too, sweet girl.”
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anyways thinking about how Bruce always reacts the worst way possible any time Dick is injured like dude I know you care but yelling isn’t the way to go ;-; bruh it’s so toxic and fucked up and probably contributes to Dick’s perfectionism complex i’m...
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Gifsets of Lee Felix ↳ Felix in Every SKZ M/V 45/∞ – Haven (Special Video) | DO NOT REPOST
Don’t go anywhere today You gotta STAY with me Look into each other’s eyes And comfortably just sing
You can do anything, I don’t mind ‘Cause we are wild and free
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HYUNJIN | 221231 • TASTE @ MBC GAYO DAEJEJEON
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what did i do to andy muschietti for him to hate me (ME!!!) so violently and so personally
#was it the jokes about the andy m hate tag i swear ill take it all back if you simply detach yourself forever from anything i enjoy#its getting serious. first he makes a terrible adaptation of one of my FAVORITE BOOKS. resulting in radioactive online community that we are#finally finally getting over SOMEWHAT. ituals ily forever i would keep the fandom to the six of us forever if i could but NO. he couldnt#keep his paws off. second shot (welcome to derry announcement) fired directly into my head. jesus christ. and if that weren’t bad enough#….. jamesgunn have him the directors chair for BRAVE AND THE BOLD. andy m batman. i think im killingmyself for real. i am as the kids say#tweaking. freaking even. can someone get him out of the industry HES NEVER EVEN MADE A GOOD MOVIE. EVER.#i know i just reblogged that post about finding the media you love but when one guy is doing all of this it starts to feel personal.#ituals if you didnt know im insane about batman too and this FREAK is making the jamesgunndc movie for him. im serious dead serious what#does he know. what dirt does he have. the man has never made a decent film (it 2017 is bad im sorry i love to hate it and hate that i kind#of love it but it is bad. fr.) so. how is he getting to make any more films. i just tried to give his new flash movie a chance and ?????????#abysmal. barely made it past the (shitty) title drop. im so dead seriously im dying im dead and dying. im going to become a tiktok pagan#crystal witch and send him bad energies forever#can i just have more battinson movies if i have to watch a jamesgunn producer andy m director batman movie i’ll explode i hate them!!!!!!!!
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I Hate You #2
(Wally West)
[Art is not mine! Credit to lord_zephyr]
Requested by: BeatleBee  and Fandom_Princess_21
Keys:
Y/N: Your name
Word Count: 5,575
Warnings and/or Pre-notes:
Cursing
Mentions of domestic violence
Mentions of sex life 
Playing into the memory lost again but in fairness this was planned before my "Flickers of Green" series so my bad for the over used trope
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     The first thing I hear is the whoosh of air being pushed through tubs and different beeping sounds. My head is pounding behind my eyes and my body feels heavy. Heavy and painful.
     I blink my eyes open. Huge mistake, the lights above me only make my head and eyes hurt more, so I close them again. Pain management at its best. My jaw is locked around something plastic for God knows why. It takes a second but I manage to put the pieces together. I'm hooked up to a ventilator. What the hell is going on?
     I shift my limbs around, causing different pops to release from my joints. Once my body feels like me instead of a bag of sand, I work on getting the ventilator detached from myself. I'm pretty confident I can manage breathing on my own.
     My body still feels heavy as I move around, but the weight seems to shift as I move. Cautiously, I slowly open my eyes again, making sure to give myself time to adjust to the lights and added pain. Once they're focused, I'm left with more questions than answers.
     A man is lying against my side, his head resting on my shoulder, the majority of him laying against my chest and side as his arms are curled around me. That explains the added weight but who the fuck is this and why is he here?
     I repeatedly blink, trying to work these questions out on my own. I can't remember who this guy is for the life of me. I can't remember anything. It's all just... black. This can't be good. Maybe I was kidnapped. I don't think a kidnapper would hook me up to a ventilator though.
     As I try to work different angles of the situation, the man lying on top of me stirs a bit. I should probably be scared of this but for whatever reason it makes me feel calmer. Maybe I am supposed to know him.
     His eyes slowly blink open, tiredness still very evident on his face. As I settle on the green color of his irises, my chest fills with warmth and my heart rate picks up, which is very obvious when the beeping from the heart mentor picks up. I better know this man or else this situation is going to be very weird when I can remember stuff again.
     The guy blinks his eyes a couple of times as he sits up in the bed, removing the extra weight from me in the process. His face keeps switching, sadness and then happiness before the cycle begins again. "I... love you," he pushes out, his eyes still rapidly blinking at me.
     "Thank... you?" I answer, shifting a bit and turning my focus away from him. Pain shoots up my side as I shift. I attempt to try and hide my wince but it doesn't work very well.
     "Let me get you some pain meds!" The man says, stumbling out of the bed before rushing across the room. I watch him struggle to unlock the glass case packed full of pills.
     Am I in rehab? That would make sense, rehabs, and hospitals lock up their pain medicine. This room does not look like a hospital so it has to be a rehab. Am I an addict?
     I look down at my arms, scanning them for puncture wounds. There are small nicks and scares littered on my arms along with an IV needle shoved into my vein. Maybe I am an addict. Though the nicks look a little big to be a needle wound.
     "Okay, so, you prefer Tylenol but Dick said to start you on ibuprofen instead so I don't know. Which one do you want to take?" the man asks, walking over to me as he reads the back of both bottles.
     He steps next to my bed, the pain medication forgotten as he steers at me. He repeatedly blinks again, this time tears are forming in his eyes. Maybe he's family? Rehabs let you see your family. I don't think they let them spend the night but I could be wrong.
     The guy looks a lot different than me though. He has red hair that's shaggy on top but trimmed on the sides, and freckles decorating his face. As I'm looking over his face, a fuzzy thought - memory? - of kissing his birthmarks crosses my mind, which washes all ideas of familia-relation out of my head.
     "Please answer. You're making me nervous," the guy says, pulling me out of my thoughts. That's quite saddening. I like thinking about kissing his freckles. God, I hope we're not related or else I'm a pervert.
     "Um... I don't know who Dick-" I stop for a second, thinking over that phrase. Dick is a person, right? If not that would make this situation even weirder. If it is a person, who the hell names their kid Dick? "-is, so Tylenol should be fine."
     "What?" The man asks, dropping the medication bottles. They clink and shake the pills up as they hit the ground, not helping with my headache. "What do you mean you don't know who Dick?"
     I shrug, sending him a soft smile. Apparently, I'm supposed to know this Dick person. "I just... don't know who you're talking about. Or... who... you are," I drag out the second half, not sure how he's going to respond. If he's not someone that I should care about - or someone who doesn't care about me - who knows how he's going to react?
     "You're... I'm... okay," the freckled boy stumbles over his words before settling on not adding anything. I carefully watch as he bends down and picks up the bottles before placing them on my lap. "I'm going to... go get Dick," he slowly pushes out, struggling as he walks back and forth between the door and me. "Take... take something?" He says more as a question than a statement, confusion written all over his words and face. He looks at me for a moment longer before he rushes out of the room.
     I'm guessing it's safe to say I'm not an addict. If I was, I don't think I'd be left unsupervised with medication. I obey the boy - more because of the pain than him personally - and take a couple of Tylenol, racing it down with a cup of water resting on the table next to the bed I'm sitting in.
     I really like looking at the freckled boy and hopefully, I'll get to again.
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     "Stop freaking out," comes a voice from behind the door.
     "I'm not freaking out!" Says another voice. It takes me a second, but I recognize the voice as the freckled man I woke up with. He's been gone for about an hour, so I'd say it's safe to assume the other voice is this Dick person I'm supposed to know.
     "You're totally freaking out! You need to stop freaking out before you make me freak!"
     "You can't freak out because I'm freaking out!"
     "You said you weren't freaking out, Wally!"
     Hearing the name makes my heart rate pick up again, filling the room with louder beeping from the heart mentor hooked up to my chest. The door creaks open a bit, the green eyes from earlier glancing at me and then my heart rate before the door is closed again. "I'm totally freaking out," the Wally guy says, his tone hushed but still audible through the door.
     This 'freaking out' conversation continues for a while, keeping me quite entertained as I repeat the freckled boy's name in my head in hopes of shaking a memory loose. It doesn't work very well; the only thing in my mind is the fuzzy memory of kissing his face that I had earlier. I'm going to safely assume it's a memory and not just a thought.
     "Don't... I can't... I'm not ready!" Wally stumbles out seconds before the door is swung open. There stands Wally, his face once again fighting between two emotions, this time it seems to be fear and happiness. Standing next to him is a shorter man with clipped raven hair. There's a mask covering his eyes which I take as a bad sign. Ideas of this being a kidnapped situation circle my head again.
     "Hi," The raven-haired - Dick? - man breathes out.
     "Hello," I answer, watching as the two men walk into the room and shut the door behind them. I continue watching as they walk towards me, each pulling a chair up next to my bed. Wally untucks an iPad from under his arm, setting it on my lap as the two men have an unspoken conversation with their facial expressions. "So... You are Wally, ya?" I ask, tilting my head some as I look at the redhead. He nods softly, his eyes soft and eyebrows scrunched as he looks back at me. "Which makes you... Dick," I mumble the last word, tilting my head in the other direction to look over the other man.
     "You... usually call me Richard," the other man answers softly, snapping his mask off his face and placing it on the arm of his chair. His eyes are blue, dark blue like the ocean. They're very pretty.
     "Okay," I answer, dragging out the 'o'. I look down at the iPad weighing on my legs. It's upside down, the screen facing the blanket and the case facing me. The case is a collage made up of eight photos. There are three pictures on each side, framing the two larger pictures in the middle.
     The top middle picture is an image of me, wrapped up in a loose, flowy green dress. An older man with sandy blonde hair is dressed in a suit and tie. I'm standing barefoot on his shoes, one of his hands around my back and the other one holding my hand as we waltz. The other bigger picture, stacked under the one above, is a picture of me and the Wally guy. We're sat on a beach, me comfy in his lap as we both face the water, his arms around me and his lips pressed against my forehead. I guess I am supposed to know this man, and I'm sure it's safe to assume I am not kidnapped.
     The top left picture is of this Dick guy and me. We're sat up on the hood of a car, both of us with masks on as we stick out our tongues and flip off the camera. I look a lot younger in this picture. Probably sixteen, maybe seventeen. 
     The middle-left picture is of a blonde girl with really long hair. Her arm is wrapped around my neck, the two of us holding different bottles of alcohol and very obviously wasted. A dead giveaway from the half-lidded eyes and the messed-up mascara under our eyes. 
     The bottom picture is an image of me another guy. He's built buffer than Dick but has the same color scheme. He towards over me, a frown stamped on his face. Cat ears are tucked on his head with the basic cat nose and whiskers colored on his face. I'm dressed the same but with a smile and peace sign thrown up in the picture.
     The top photo on the right is another redhead, but his build isn't slim like Wally's, it's more of a buff build like the off-brand Richard. Both of our heads are tilted, similar frowns drawn on our faces as we look at the camera. We're both propped up with arrows in our bows, ready to be released at the slightest movement of our holds. 
     The middle right picture is of a green-skinned girl and me. We're in a kitchen somewhere, covered in flour as we laugh. 
     The last picture is of myself and some guy who looks like he has gills sliced into his neck. We're mirror images of each other, both of our arms crossed on some dock as the rest of us are dipped into some body of water as we smile at the camera.
     "I know a lot of people," I mumble, sliding my fingers over the smooth casing.
     "You care about a lot of people," Wally says, his eyes burning into me as he watches for a reaction. I'm a bit sad I can't give him one. "Do you remember any of the events or people from the pictures?"
     I think over it for a while, trying so hard to pull something - anything from my mind. "Not really. I only remember one thing, but I don't know if it's just a thought or a memory."
     "What's your thought?" Richard asks, his body language relaxed, unlike Wally who's pretty much vibrating in his chair. I watch Wally for a second, trying to make out his movements. I'm pretty sure he is actually vibrating. That's... definitely something I'll have to ask about.
     "Umm..." I mumble, trying to make sense of Wally's ability to do this. "I think I remember kissing Wally's freckles. It might just be a thought I'm having."
     Wally's movement freezes, a huge smile growing on his face as the man next to him chuckles a bit. "Ya, you... you like to count my freckles with kisses," Wally says, his breath a little fast as his eyes jump around me. "You do it every night. It helps me fall asleep."
     "Oh," I murmur, turning my attention to the picture of us again. "So, we're... dating?"
     "Ya, ya, we are," he answers, scooting closer to me. He goes to grab my hand but stops himself. "We've been together for seven years. I was fourteen - you were thirteen - when we went on our first date and we just... have been together ever since."
     "Just us, the whole time?" I ask, glancing at him.
     "Just us. The whole time," he echoes, deciding to gently grab my hand.
     "What? No ring, Wally?" I tease, smiling at him as I scan over his face again. I like his freckles, and I'm glad he lets me love them. Or, at least used to let me.
     Both men chuckle a bit, causing my smile to grow some. "You want to get your degree before we get married. You always tell me if you're doing the work, your last name is going on it, not mine. Which I fully support."
     "Oh, that makes sense," I mumble, looking down at our hands. His fingers feel nice laced up in mine. "Who are the other people in the pictures?" I ask, turning back to the iPad case.
     Richard moves forward, pulling the iPad with him so we can look at it closer. "This is Oliver Queen," he starts, pointing to the top middle picture. "He adopted you when you were nine or ten. His wife's name is Diana, you call her Mom, but you call him Ollie."
     I nod a bit, continuing to look over the picture. "What's with the fancy dress-up?"
     "Oliver owns Queen Industries, which is a multi-billion-dollar company. You and his son help run it, which is why you're going to school for a business degree. Once you graduate, Ollie intends to teach you the business and then you and his son will take over and inherit the industries. So, you tend to get stuck going to a lot of fancy business parties."
     "Damn, guess I'm like a super-rich bitch," I say, once again causing the men to laugh a bit.
     "Ya the only one richer than you on the team is this guy," Wally says, motioning towards Richard. "I'm not with you for your money, by the way. The tabloids say that a lot, but... it's not true."
     "Ya, no shit Wally. It's not like you're the main breadwinner of the home and Y/N gets to play house-wife," Richard teases, putting my mind at a bit of ease. It's a weird thing for Wally to mention but I guess it makes sense since I'm apparently from a pristine family or whatever.
     "This picture is from our last vacation," Wally says, letting go of my hand for a second to point to the picture of us. "We went to Greece for a week to celebrate our sixth anniversary. This year you wanted to go to Brazil." His hand is back in mine, his thumb rubbing against me as his face is scrunched up.
     "Who's this?" I ask, pointing to the picture of wasted me and the blonde girl.
     "That's Artemis. She's an archer. You don't like using your bow for crime fighting but you do archery as a hobby. You two bonded over that and she ended up being your best friend," Wally answers, his face continuing to scrunch up as he blinks some. "I... need a breather. I'll be right back, okay? I love you," he rushes out, standing and kissing my forehead.
     "I... um..."
     "You don't have to say it back, Y/N. I know that... you are very confused and don't know who you are, so you don't have to say it back," Wally says, cutting me off before I can get the words out. 
     A ting of sadness mixes with the relief that fills me from his words. I know I'm supposed to love him, and I know I feel something towards him, but I can't bring myself to say the words back. How can I love someone I don't know anything about? How can I love someone if I don't even know myself? It would feel wrong to say those words if there's no meaning behind them.
     "I'll be right back," Wally repeats, running his hands through my hair a couple of times before kissing my forehead again. "I'm going to go on a walk, and I'll get you something to eat, okay? Do you know what you want?"
     "I... don't know," I answer softly, worried I'm going to upset him more.
     "That's okay," he answers, his hands cupping my cheeks and softly forcing my head up so I'm looking at him. "I'll grab some of your favorites and we'll have a little buffet." He places a couple more soft kisses, littering my cheeks with them, before he leaves the room.
     I watch the door, even after he leaves, for a couple of minutes before turning towards Richard. His eyes are soft as he watches me, scanning for something but I'm not sure what. "Am I upsetting him? Am I upsetting you?" I ask, figuring it would be easier to upset this unknown person than the person I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
     "We're not upset with you. We're upset with ourselves, and each other, and that your injuries won't let you remember how amazing of a person you are. It is not your fault, and we are not blaming you or upset with you. You've done nothing wrong, Y/N," he answers, slowly sliding his hand into mine, replacing Wally's hand from earlier.
     I look at it for a little while, trying to read between the lines to see if this is okay or not. "Why are you guys upset with yourselves and each other?" I don't like him touching me as Wally was, so I move my hand away from him.
     Richard looks a little sad at my reluctance but doesn't push it. "You got hurt on a mission. When you got home, Wally was really upset because you gave up crime-fighting a long time ago. I... asked you to start again, and you did but you didn't tell Wally, so when he found out... you guys got into a big fight. Like, screaming in each other's faces fight and... he said he hated you. You stayed at my place for a couple weeks and then I distracted you on a mission and... you got hurt again and ended up in a coma. So," Dick chuckles a little, shaking his head before he continues. "We hate me because I got you hurt, and we hate Wally because the last thing you heard him say was that he hated you."
     He falls silent, giving me time to think over the new information he gave me. I focus on the wall across from me, rolling the story over on repeat. As I do so, small cracks in my mind come through as I try to focus. I remember crying as I knocked on Richard's door. I remember him getting pissed at Wally. I remember Wally saying he hated me. I remember telling him he was acting like my father. Were those going to be the last words Wally ever heard from me? That he reminded me of the man I hated the most?
     "Does Wally really love me?" I ask, a bit confused. A heated fight with venomous words being the second thing I remember about him isn't helping me love Wally like I'm supposed to. If anything, it's making me really confused. Do we fight like that all the time? Or were we just having a bad day? If we do fight like that all the time, why would I stay with him so long? Does he hurt me? Is that why I stay? And what's with all this getting hurt and crime-fighting stuff?
     "Yes, Wally really loves you. He loves you more than anything in this world. He would do anything for you. If you were drowning, he would give you his lungs so you could live. He would willingly die for you without a second thought."
     Dick's words help a bit, but not as much as I would like. How much of our relationship could he really know about? As if he can read my mind, Richard speaks up again. "Wally and you have a healthy relationship. You guys rarely fight. The shit before your coma was just a bad situation. I think in the ten-plus years I've known you guys, other than this, you've had maybe three bad fights. You're in therapy for... personal stuff, and since you guys were, I don't know, fifteen or sixteen, you've gone to couple's therapy together."
     Those words make me feel better. It lets me know that Wally tries, that I try, to make us work. It erases all worry of being stuck in a bad relationship. Wally loves me, more than anything in this world.
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     It's been about a week since I woke up from my coma. Things are coming back, slowly, but they're coming back. Batman says that's a good sign, and that it points towards me getting all my memories back over time. The furry also says that all my wounds should heal fully too but to take it easy until I'm hundred percent again.
     Once I was cleared to leave, Wally took me home. It was weird coming back to his - our - apartment. It felt like home, but I couldn't remember anything about the place. The whole time I walked around the space, Wally kept rambling about how it's usually a lot cleaner and that he was sorry he didn't clean it better before I got back.
     Over the week I haven't been left unsupervised. Batman says it's not necessary, but Wally wouldn't stop freaking out. So, while he's at work I spend time with different people. The blonde girl - Artemis - is my best girlfriend. She says we go get our nails done every other Friday, and that one Saturday a month, she, me, and the other hero girls go for drinks. Artemis also said we usually call every day and talk over the day and such. Unless we hang out anyway, which makes sense.
     I also got to re-meet Conner - the off-brand Richard. He says he's my best guy friend. He also says that he and M'gann - the green girl - go on double dates with Wally and me one or two times a month. I think that's cute. Conner says that M'gann can't wait to re-meet me but she's a bit busy with Garfield. I don't know who Garfield is, but from what I've collected, I'm pretty sure he's the adopted son of Conner and M'gann. I'll have to ask Wally about that.
     Dick came and sat with me the day after Conner did. We talked more about Wally and me. He's Wally's best friend so he knows a lot about us, about me. Apparently, he's one of Batman's sons. Batman has three sons, Richard, Jason, and Tim. He told me I used to be close to Jason before he died because he was close to Roy and I'm close to Roy too. He's Ollie's son, so my brother technically.
     Yesterday I hung out with Ollie and Diana. It was nice seeing them again, I felt safe and loved the whole time they were here. They showed me a lot of pictures and videos from my childhood with them. We talked about a lot of deep stuff too; my life before them and my life as a crime fighter. It was a very sad day, but it helped clear up a lot of the fog and questions in my life.
     Today I got to meet my brother again. Apparently, he doesn't like Wally very much. It's not because Wally is bad, Roy just thinks I deserve more than Wally. I don't know how he can think that. From what everyone has told me - Ollie included - Wally is as perfect as a man can be; most of the time. I think it's just him playing the overprotective brother role. I technically have a niece because Roy has a clone. I don't know. That just confused me a lot. However, he said he'd explain it more on a different day and would set up a lunch day with our technical brother and niece. That's going to be nice - very confusing - but nice.
     Wally got home about an hour ago. We don't do much, usually, just talk and eat dinner. He refuses to even watch a movie together, let alone sleep in the bed with me, even though I said I don't mind. He keeps tip-toeing around me, like I'll shatter if he's too loud. Richard said Wally doesn't want to put expectations on me or even expect me to want to stay with him. I think Wally is worrying too much. If I loved him before, I'll love him again once I remember our life together. It's hard to remember that life though if he's too terrified to even talk about us, let alone act like there's an us.
     I hear the water from the shower turn off once Wally is done washing off from work. I turn my attention away from my iPad, giving my eyes a small break. I've spent the day prepping emails for my college. Ollie says if the emails don't work, he'll handle the dean. Roy says that emailing the dean and asking for a meeting with him and my teachers should work just fine. We shall see. I watch the bathroom door, glancing between the screen in my hand and the wood as I wait for Wally to walk out.
     After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, filling the frame with Wally. A towel is wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest bare. His hair is wet, making it extra floppy. He looks hot. I have a hot boyfriend, a really hot boyfriend. Despite being retired, he still has the frame of a hero. Toned muscles, a soft outline of abs, and nice arms. I wonder what our sex life is like.
     "Wally?" I call, my eyes on repeat as I scan over him.
     He blinks a few times, looking at me as if he forgot I was here. "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom. Before... I don't usually get dressed in the bathroom. I get too hot, so I usually need a few minutes to cool down in our bedroom before I get dressed."
     "I don't mind. I'm just glad my boyfriend is hot," I tease a bit, giving him a soft smile before looking at my email again. I don't want to make him uncomfortable either. I know he's struggling with me not being fully me yet.
     "I... um..." I glance up, watching Wally looking between me and the wall to his right as he thinks over his words. Maybe I did make him uncomfortable. Maybe he doesn't want to be my boyfriend anymore. I wouldn't blame him, I'm a lot to handle right now.
     "Wally?" I call again, setting my iPad down. I think it's time for us to talk instead of letting Wally avoid our conversations.
     "Y/N?" He calls back, glancing at me before diverting his gaze again.
     "Do you still want to be my boyfriend?" I push the words out before my emotions can stop me. It's going to hurt if he doesn't. Especially after spending the past week listening to everyone tell me how much Wally loves me and how much I love him.
Since being home, some of those feelings have started coming back. Certain things he does cause small fragments of memories to come back. With those memories, fragments of my feelings have come back too. I want to keep my life, my schooling, my family, my Wally. But, if Wally doesn't want to keep me, I can't expect that from him, the same as he doesn't expect anything from me.
     "What?" He asks, his face scrunching up either in confusion or anger. I don't want him upset. I just need to know if it's a waste trying to remember a love that isn't going to be returned. Why force a heartbreak when I can just leave it forgotten? "Of course, I still want to be your boyfriend. I love you, so much, Y/N." Oh. Well, that's good. "Why the hell would you think that?" His words are soft, filled with sadness instead of the anger I expected.
     "A few reasons," I whisper, turning my focus to his face. I like his freckles. When we're having a serious conversation and I need a breather, I count them. I count them mentally now instead of with kisses though.
     Wally shifts his weight, his eyes still glancing between me and other things. "Let me get dressed and then we can talk, okay?" I hum a yes, which is good enough for him. My eyes trail after him as he dips into our bedroom, but it's cut off when he closes the door.
I wait for a couple of minutes, my anxiety growing with each passing moment. I try to calm myself with deep breaths until Wally reappears in front of me, fully clothed this time. He moves slowly, sitting on the couch next to me, making sure to leave a space between us. "So... you don't think I want to be your boyfriend," he mutters, glancing at me before looking at the black TV.
     "Well, a bit ya. You won't talk about us, refuse to share our bed at night, won't do anything with me-"
     "We talk every night, Y/N," Wally says, cutting me off. His eyebrows are scrunched together again and his eyes are welled with worry.
     "Ya, but we don't do anything. You won't even watch a movie with me let alone go out on a date or something." Wally stays quiet, blinking his eyes repeatedly as he stares at me. "How am I supposed to remember my life, us if you won't even acknowledge it?"
     Once again silence fills the space between us. Wally blinks at me as the wheels in his head turn. "I'm... I don't mean to make it come off like that. I just... I don't want to expect you to stay with me and then it turns out you don't want me anymore."
     "Oh, Wally... I know I don't love you in the way you're used to but it is coming back, in pieces. It's harder for it to come back if you keep treating me like a child instead of your girlfriend. You heard Batman say that sticking to my normal routine would help. What part of you ignoring me is part of our normal routine?"
     Wally's eyes jump around from my face to the TV a few times before fully settling on me. "I'm just worried. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again."
     "Oh, Wally," I murmur, sliding forward to close the gap between us. I gently wrap my arms around his waist before resting my head on his shoulder. "You're not going to lose me again. I just want to remember you, remember us. I want our relationship back."
     Wally tilts his head, resting it on top of mine as he wraps one of his arms around me. "I want our relationship back too."
     We stay like this for a while, the two of us curled up on the couch together. It feels nice, getting to touch him, sit with him, feel his body heat. "I want to take you on a date tomorrow," he murmurs, picking his head up for a second before laying it back down.
     "I'd like that," I answer, a smile playing on my face. I don't have to look up to know he's smiling too. This is good for me, for us. We're working to get back to our normal.
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todayisafridaynight · 10 months
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i think i would have gone loco if jo and aoki got to meet up just once after ichi breaks through to him like. the damage to my psyche id have wouldve been immeasurable, irreparable even
#snap chats#im at the vet waiting for my dog please listen to shit thats been tormenting me for months#finally releasing all of my drafted thoughts im ill and im free#srry i know i talked bout it already in todays ask but im still thinking about it#this is also inspod by one of my twitter mutuals saying aoki’s death was the only foreseeable path for him like girl i thought we were fam#but no 😭 ill stand by forever that him dying was legit so dumb and unnecessary idc idc 😭#anyway. let me begin. because its not as if aoki wasnt conscious of jo constantly tailing him#take a shot every time i quote the Lost Dog comment its just such a good line and just exposes jo its my everything ok leave me alone#but please just like. in the weird timeline where jo and aoki did get to be cellmates- or at least were in the same cell block right#id throw up and cry if aoki looked at jo differently that day. like it doesnt help that jo’s without all his flash and flair#hes just in slacks and his hairs all tussled and he just looks So Normal. like hes Not a murderer#as soon as that warden bring aoki in i know jo movin to see him with all the love and concern only a father got#aokid never say sorry i just know hed be awkward as hell in jo’s presence now#like if aoki really did take ichis words to heart and starts to actually see jo as his family and as someone who cares about him for him#id kill myself on the spot thats why they had to kill aoki#no id die and throw up if aoki just outright asks jo if he does care about him or something like that#jo gonna need to muster up every ounce of his will to say he does not because he doesnt but because hes Just Like That. hes a hard nut#but he loves his kid more than anything and im gonna tear my organs out thinking about it#jo your kid sucks but ik you still love him thats the worst part#i wanna write or draw somethin with them in jail together so bad but i always get distracted#and again i have comms to do today.#OH BUT SPEAKING OF MY DUMB ASS DOG GOT LYME DISEASE 😭😭😭#they said he should be fine in like six months if we’re good with meds but still.... this is lame.....#ALSO I FOUND OUT MY POM MIX IS PREDOMINANTLY A PAPILLON..... thats fucked up yo butterfly dog...#ok im gonna go be insane idk how much else i could elaborate on this bye bye
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kidflashimpulse · 2 years
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me coming up with some obscure plot for my fic with Dick and Bart to force them in situations that lead to certain dialogues otherwise known as if official Comics can do it why can’t I
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