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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 3)

My brain has gone on with this idea and I love where it is going. Yippee!

TW: Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery, Idol Worshipping

🎥 This has gone on long enough! In just a few weeks since that interview, the letters and pictures have increased tenfold! You keep finding Wally in the oddest of places, like on your desk, in the lounge, or even next to your locker. It constantly feels like eyes are watching you.

🎥 Even the contents of the letters are getting stranger. They were always odd and creepy, but at least before they had lighthearted words in them. Now they're saying things like "You're the air I breathe and all I see. You make my days better or worse. You keep me warm and keep this neighborhood bright! Please, never abandon me!" It's all written in that messy crayon writing, too, which makes an eerie contrast to the words that makes you sick. It seems so childishly unaware of how disturbing the words are when thought about for too long.

🎥 The drawings aren't much better. Nine out of ten times, they include you in some way. From the pictures just including you, including you and the characters from Welcome Home, to - worst of all, in your opinion - you in real life places. You sitting at your desk. You sleeping in the lounge. You getting a cookie at the snack stand during the interview. There's even one of you putting on your coat at the lockers. The drawings may not be the highest quality, but they are detailed enough to both be recognizable places and to alarm you.

🎥 You have an idea of who it might be. It's gotta be Wally's voice actor. They were his puppeteer before their arthritis kicked in. They just couldn't move their hands enough to properly puppet him anymore, always complaining that it hurt, despite the medications they took. But, the producer did decide to keep them as Wally's voice actor, saying that nobody could replicate his distinct laughter, tone of speech, and voice pitch. Despite this, Wally's voice actor was properly ticked and hated the fact they were replaced. They're always acting passive aggressive towards you. It must be them, probably to try to scare you away.

🎥 Today, you have decided to confront them. Marching over to their recording booth, you knock on the door. When they open it, they have that signature glare that would put even Frank's to shame. Before they can even ask what you want, you tell them all about what has been going on and how you know they have been doing it. They have to be behind it. All of these drawings and letters have Wally's signature writing and art style. The only person that knows Wally more than you is his voice actor. It HAS to be them!

🎥 They grow silent, before looking at the pictures and letters. Then, they look up at you and say, in the most matter of fact tone "I haven't been able to draw or write anything in character for a YEAR, (Y/N). What makes you think I would put myself through the pain of trying to replicate it after all this time, with my horrible joints, just to frighten YOU, of all people? You aren't worth my time, much less my comfort. You got any other evidence to accuse me of this... Whatever this is?"

🎥 You grow silent. To be honest, thinking back on it, it really is a stupid idea that they would do all of this to scare you. If they couldn't even muster up the energy to go out of their way to verbally confront you, then it would be shocking for them to put the effort to write and draw things to do so. You still have one more question, though...

🎥"What about the voice I've been hearing? It sounds just like Wally. You are his voice actor. You have gotta know something."

🎥 Their eyes grow wide. Then, they shrug "The one that has been saying things about... well, something. It's always a bit too muffled to hear exactly what it is. I thought you somehow improved your Wally impression and were practicing in order to replace me completely. Your impression may be off enough for the producers to care, but it was always the best one here. You're telling me you aren't the one making that voice?"

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader

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krasytoonz · 10 months

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Speech Examples!

King Wally

“What’s a Peasant like YOU doing here! Goodness, you STINK!”

“No, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one either. You are supposed to READ my MIND! Can’t you already figure out what I like and don’t like?”

“I was a bit rude. I know that. But I will not apologize for it. Because I am King.”

“AHHH!! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?! GUARDS! SOMEONE! SAVE ME!!! THIS FOUL LOOKING THING IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!”

Jester Barnaby

“What do you call Tea that doesn’t have (T)ea?… Just Ea.”

“Hey, don’t go about and hang your head down like that! You did great, buddy. What matters is the effort you put in!”

“I know a place where we can go and relax. Maybe daydream or take a nap! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I actually got some tricks up my sleeves!… Well, I don’t got any sleeves. But you get it!”

Castle’s Greatest Knight

“Do you think that maybe he might like me back?”

“Being a Knight doesn’t mean you have to just ‘be’. You’ve got to act and look like one too!”

“Stand STRAIGHT! What are you even worthy of if you can’t even do one simple thing!!”

“I may be merciful, but do not take me for a Fool. So do not treat me like one.”

The Advisor

“That is so funny, because the last time I remember you was… Never. I don’t think you are even good enough to be in the storage of my memories.”

“You see, because ‘pie’ is a consumable good, but ‘pi’ is a maths symbolism that equals to 3.14, it is the reason why you are DUMB. Those are NOT THE SAME THINGS.”

“This is NOT how ECONOMY WORKS, Your Majesty. The people are starving and YOU KNOW THAT!”

“For the love of God I will literally burn you ALIVE if you say one more thing out of that stupid mouth of yours!”

Castle’s Maid

“GAWK!! THE voices.. The noises.. Oh, they’re SPEAKING to me again!”

“No, no no, it isn’t the Castle this time, I know it! Please, believe me! There are things wrong with this Kingdom — HORRIBLY WRONG!”

“It’s a CURSE!! I knew that because I went to this Fortune-Teller and she told me that THIS WILL HAPPEN! GAWK!!”

“Breathe in.. Breathe out.. No, this wouldn’t work! This is silly! Let’s get out of here and run away elsewhere while we still can!”

The Anarchist

“Boasting will do you no good. I don’t like ‘mysteries’ or ‘surprises’ either. Show it to me and I’ll believe you.”

“Somebody who only talks big, but not ‘walk the talk’, is not to be respected. I hope you understand what that means.”

“WHAT IN THE- Julie! SALLY! STOP POKING THAT THING! IT’S GOING TO CRUMBLE DOWN!! GODDAMMIT YOU TWO!”

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk alone in the Alleyway?! Are you out of your mind?!! Stick beside me, I know a shortcut.”

Julie Joyful (in Disguise Name: King-Queen-Royal Julien the III)

“Wow, that was.. SUPER DUPER AWESOMESAUCESNESS!! CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?!”

“AAHHHH!! I AM SO SO SO EXCITED! Let’s go and look for more Mushrooms. Did you KNOW that Sally can cook really good Mushroom soup?”

“Uhhh… Uhhhhheeeerrrrmmmm… I forgot. I’m sorry, but, I’ll try my best to remember. I promise! PINKIE PROMISE!”

“If you want a hug, just know that I am always here. Don’t you waste your tears, my Friend!”

Bounty Hunter Sally

“So we got Buggy and Pinkie on the team. You in or you out?”

“HA! No one can EVER come between ME and Pinkie! You can try all you want but you CAN’T ever separate the two of us!”

“Determination is my greatest Skill! Test me if you like but I WON’T back down from a good ramble! Bring it on! Wahhahaa!!”

“These monsters aren’t actually monsters, but they are just sensitive to Fire and Light and all that stuff. Best you put it away.”

Royal Courtier Sunny

“Yes, very very informative…! Uh, so, when is the festival again?”

“Oooh! That looks DASHING on you! Totally cute and fashionable! Wear it!”

“Morals are very important! You see, without them, people will become violent!”

“Do not fear! I will sacrifice myself if needed! You can rely on me!”

Castle (speaks in onomatopoeia)

“CREEK! THUMP! CRRRRAAAACKKK!” (Fuck u and ur dad and ur mom and ur siblings)

“Thump. Thump. THUMP.” (Thump thump thump.)

“Creek!” (Flowers! I love flowers!)

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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idk much about the rwby x dc crossover except jealous bumbleby but i did sort of keep up with the latest rwby season and your comment about dick and ruby getting along makes so much sense to me.

like ruby is the leader and it’s really been weighing on her for a couple of season until it kinda comes to a head in the latest and she snaps. like this season has rwby + jaune go through basically a wonderland dimension and while the others went through instances where they faced their inner selves/troubles there’s a being that actively made sure ruby couldn’t and that lead to the others becoming more sure of themselves and even for blake and yang to finally get together and it’s great and sweet!

only issue was ruby had been closing herself off slowly the entire season and putting on a brave face until she couldn’t. because as much as the others were getting better they never stopped looking at her to lead and she basically goes why am i always the one with the plan and the one who’s happy etc until she runs off after she realized she snapped. which all leads to her having a no good bad time where the others are too late to uh. let’s say stop her from “remaking” herself into a new person who fundamentally isn’t ruby anymore.

she does get a therapy session in and realizing it’s ok for her to love herself and be herself burdens or not and coming back to kick ass with everyone.

sorry for the ramble especially if you’re already kept up on rwby but idk ruby and dick to me have so many parallels with both being the youngest and leader in their respective og teams (rwby and teen titans) as well as the burden of being the one who always has to move forward through everything. also both of them being literal beacons of hope with how ruby in the season before last sent out a worldwide transmission asking for help and giving hope in the same speech and dick being dick. ok now i’m done thanks for reading the word vomit <3

Not at all I loved reading all of it!

I'm actually not caught up with the RWBY but I really got into Ruby when I stumbled across the RWBY: Ice Queendom opening scene.

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And I was instantly hooked!

I kept watching the show and I just fell in love with Ruby. My favorite type of characters are those that are cheerful and sweet but unstoppable badasses. AKA RUBY AND DICK. Not only that, both Ruby an Dick are the leaders of their teams. Ruby with the RWBY team and Dick with everyone. Literally, he'll walk into the room and everyone else automatically treats him like the leader.

Saw this by @hadesisqueer-

and went Dick Grayson.

They're so alike!!

I never knew that about Ruby closing herself off but that's another way they're so identical.

Dick loves his family and friends but on his worst days he's really closed off.

Outsiders (2003) Issue #12

As Huntress calls him emotionally repressed.

But that's what his friends are for and Wally points this out. The Titan's are there for Dick so he doesn't turn into Batman.

"she basically goes why am i always the one with the plan"

OH MY GOD THAT'S A CANON DICK MOMENT

The New Teen Titans (1988) Issue #77

Word for word! I'm starting think that dick and ruby might be the same person in a different universe.

Lindsay Jones who plays Ruby described her mentality as, "selfless, but that means she's not dealing with her own issues. Compartmentalizing and internalizing her grief is what might eventually destroy her."

ALDHFBAKHADKFHALKH I LITERALLY WROTE AN ENTIRE POST ABOUT DICK'S COMPARTMENTALIZATION AND HOW HE INTERNALIZED HIS GRIEF SO HE DOESN'T BURDEN OTHERS WITH IT AND ALSO ACT LOVING AND HAPPY

Ruby also has a strong sense of moral justice and her understanding of the battle field makes her battle tactics one of the best in the entire RWBY universe. Much like Dick, the two of them are able to understand the situation quicker than everyone else and are able to formulate a plan that leaves them winning practically every time.

Not to mention, they both have sweet tooths. Ruby with her sugary coffee and Dick with his sugary cereal.

There's so much I could go on about the similarities between these two. The crazy intelligent cinnamon rolls with the tactical sense of Sun Tzu and the heart of Mansa Musa.

I was so happy to see all their interactions.

DC/RWBY Issue #2

Issue #3

#dick grayson #nightwing #ruby rose #rwby #helena bertinelli #huntress #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

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midnighthybrid2 · 10 months

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(Ok random thing that you’ll leave up to interpretation!)

The welcome home characters as professors at hogwarts basic headcanons? Like what kind of class would each of them be teaching? (Frank would be the next Snape there you cannot say that wouldn’t happen.)

(Maybe if you would like to what kind of house would each of them be in, again leaving that for you to make the user’s interpretation).

Helllloooo! This was an incredibly fun prompt to think about, thank you for sending it in! I’d love to do some more Welcome Home-Harry Potter crossover stuff in the future, actually, if you have any more ideas!

There’s no particular order to these, but I tried to make them make as much sense as I could.

Enjoy! This is gonna be real long, so strap yourself in!

Welcome Home Characters as Professors/Staff at Hogwarts

Julie Joyful - 100% Herbology (Hufflepuff). Julie would 100% be the Herbology professor- she’s described as having a garden of her own and able to talk to plants, after all. I imagine this would translate to her having a very close connection to the plants- students are unsure if she’s actually talking to them, or if she’s just really good at telling when a plant needs more water or new soil. I imagine she’d be a little bit of an airhead at times, probably misplacing any physical homework assignments (like essays) or even sometimes forgetting to lock up the greenhouses at night! She’s probably found a magical creature inside, eating some of her plants, on several occasions. Definitely has had to call Professor Frankly over to help her get them out! She’s better with hands-on assignments, and I imagine she'd be a very encouraging and kind professor.

Frank Frankly - Care of Magical Creatures (Ravenclaw). Oh I agree 100%, he’d be the Snape of this cast. This reminded me of the Potter Puppet Pals Snape puppet- he even has the unibrow and nose- and now I can’t get that voice out of my head when I picture Frank. Frank would be the harshest of the teachers and would be incredibly strict during all of his lessons. His class would be a mixture of hands-on learning and note-taking (so.. much… note taking…). It’s clear to anyone with eyes just how passionate Professor Frankly is about his subject, especially with how he tends to go into passionate, verbose speeches about the biology of the Bowtruckle (for example). This, unfortunately, tends to make him the target of the more rambunctious students who find his overreactions to disrespect quite funny. He’s the professor that sends most students to detention. Despite his grouchy demeanor, Professor Frankly is known to be good friends with Professor Joyful, much to every student’s surprise. They gossip in the teacher’s lounge.

Eddie Dear - Groundskeeper (Hufflepuff). Okay okay hear me out. Despite having a whole arts and crafts teaching segment, Eddie doesn’t entirely strike me as a teacher type. He’s the type that’s used to running around, delivering Mail and such to his neighbors. I can picture him being a very nice if a little clumsy, groundskeeper of Hogwarts. His favorite duty would be to care for the owls in the Owlery- putting him on good terms with the care of magical creatures professor- because he’s always had a bit of a passion for the Mail service. He could often be seen running around the school, taking care of incidents, and trying to reason with the ghosts (if Peeves still exists, Peeves would 100% take advantage of Eddie’s clumsy nature for his own amusement). Eddie would also probably be a lot easier to manipulate than Filch would, and would probably more often than not let students off with a warning rather than a very harsh punishment.

Wally Darling - Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ravenclaw). Before I get into his teaching style, hear me out with his house- Ravenclaw is described as being highly creative and curious individuals. Wally, despite not being the smartest, is quite the creative individual, and he’s described as being the one to learn with the viewer during episodes of Welcome Home. He gives me… Luna Lovegood vibes, in a way, where the way he thinks and looks at the world may be a little different from how others do, but in the end that doesn’t make him stupid. In terms of how he’d behave as a teacher, I picked Defense Against the Dark Arts because of his fandom-agreed tie to very dark themes and such. I imagine in a Harry Potter AU he’d have had many run-ins with dark creatures in the past, and now he uses his experiences to help others in the present. Like Lupin, most of his classes would be very hands-on and he’d be a very professional, maybe a little eccentric sort of teacher who’s very patient with all of his students. Outside of the class, however, he’s still quite patient but also gives off a much different sort of energy. It’s not unusual, for instance, to find the professor lying on the stairs for several minutes at a time after having- yet again- missed stepping over the disappearing step. He’s quite the oddball, but many students do enjoy him as a teacher overall.

Poppy Partridge - Not a professor, would work in the Hospital Wing in Madame Pomfry’s place. (Hufflepuff). There’s no way that Poppy would be a professor- all of those spells and potion ingredients make her much too nervous, no no no. Poppy would instead work in the hospital wing as Madame Partridge and would help cure students and staff of their ailments. Don’t get me wrong- the sight of a boneless arm or a bloody werewolf wound would certainly make her faint from fright at first. Once that initial shock has passed, however, I imagine her practically squawking with worry as she works to patch her patients right up! She might overdo it at times, such as bandaging up sprains so thickly that the limb resembles more of a bowling ball than a limb, but she means well. I imagine she’s not that great at magic, but very knowledgeable on different healing potions and herbs.

Howdy Pillar - Either a Hogsmeade Salesman or Transfiguration (Slytherin). So… Howdy, to be honest, I don’t picture being a teacher in the Harry Potter Universe. Rather, I can see him being the owner of a General Store/Bodega down in Hogsmeade. His store would include general foods and stuff, but he’d also sell plenty of magical touristy items, such as ‘Limited Time - Spellchecking - Quick Quotes Quill - 50% Off Today!’ Or postcards featuring moving images of a snowy day at Hogsmeade or the Hogwarts grounds. However! For the sake of this post, I shall choose a job at Hogwarts for him- and that job would be the Transfiguration Professor. The main- and really, only- reason for this would be that… he’s a caterpillar… and… and caterpillars turn into (‘transfigure’) butterflies… I didn’t say I was clever when I was making these aight? Maybe he’d even be an animagus and could turn into a Butterfly, that’d be a fun nod to that. Anywho! As a teacher, Howdy would be the type to do pop quizzes- not in the traditional sense, however! He’d be like an auctioneer- saying stuff like “Name the Incantation for Fiend Fyre- am I hearing Pestis? Pestis what?- Did I hear it over here- aaaand correct, Miss Granger, Pestis Incendium! Ten Points to Gryffindor!” As for his House, I chose Slytherin because of the natural ambition that comes with being a Slytherin- Howdy’s a business and salesman, he’s quite the ambitious fellow. Not all Slytherins are evil, after all.

Sally Starlet - Astronomy (Either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, I’m 50/50). Sally was difficult to choose- I wanted to pick something theater-related, but there aren’t any very important classes related to that. There are a few elective classes, but those felt rather boring. When I remembered the astronomy class, however, I was immediately like “HAHA! YOU!” Sally’s incredibly passionate about her subject- some may say even a little too passionate. Somewhat like Trelawney and her passion/beliefs in Divination, Sally cares a whole lot about the planets and both what they can teach you and just what they are in general. The way she talks about them at times makes it sound less like she’s talking about planets and more so talking about old friends. It’s quite strange, especially to those who aren’t a fan of her subject and/or her very flamboyant ways. Like Frank, some students purposely mess with Sally to get a dramatic reaction out of her, more so because her ego tends to get irritating than because she’s unfair in class. Sally’s generally a pretty decent professor, being split pretty evenly between hands-on work and homework, she’s just very boisterous about herself often enough that it gets on some students’ nerves.

Barnaby Beagle - Charms (Hufflepuff). Charms for some reason always struck me as a more ‘chill’ sort of magic- at least compared to a lot of the others. I imagine that as the Charms professor, Barnaby is most definitely an incredibly laid-back sort of teacher. He’s the type that doesn’t stress much about deadlines and homework- quite frankly, he could care less about homework and dislikes having to grade it. He generally would only give students the bare minimum required homework, and then the rest would all be taught in class. Though his class would teach the students more or less streamlined charms and such, if you meet him after class he’d 100% teach you what he refers to as the ‘funner’ charms and their many uses. This includes more prank-like charms, such as how to bewitch snowballs so they focus on a target and continuously throw themselves at them. Basically, he’d be the Weasley Twins of the staff.

Hope you enjoy my drabbles, I somewhat wanna mess around with these ideas more in the future but I’m unsure what I’d do lol

If you liked these and have any ideas, please feel free to send in some asks! I’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on the matter

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #sally starlet #julie joyful #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #eddie dear #welcome home au #harry potter #Harry Potter crossover #crossover #I was so nervous about posting this I even ran it through grammarly lol #tbh I don’t know for certain if that helped BUT WE’RE GONNA HOPE #drabble #my drabbles

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part VI): Bob, Bowling, and Joe Nearly Kills Me

From the diary of the headache wars, June 26th, 2023: I soldier on, but some burdens are too hard to carry. My grudge against Bob has been set aside for more pressing matters, namely the one weighing on my skull. Fear not: I have popped a pill and expect a thorough retreat from the enemy shortly.

We Pick Up from the Happy-Ending Slap on Bob's First Date

Someone's riding high-- literally accompanied by "Good mooooooornin', life!" in the background. Wow, what a movie.

He even got everyone coffee, what a guy.

...You all know what everyone else is thinking.

I paused right before he tossed away the cardboard carrier container. I was not prepared. What a guy.

He even went back for his crew with a little tune in his voice. What a guy.

You know they're also thinking: What a nut.

Minnie/Grace is bowling with Megan/Bonnie, the fam, and her grandpa's friends. Joe's reaaaaaaaaaally pumped about winning.

Grace is trying to get Megan to give her encouraging two cents about the dating-thingy but Megan is too practical (and too focused on bowling) to advise anything other than just telling Bob the truth.

Bob's here?? BOB'S HERE.

He got her a coffee. He's been passing out those celebration coffees like there's no tomorrow.

Nope, it's hot chocolate. "Thought you might be cold." I see that pointed look at her sweater.

There's an undertone there, mister. There's an undertone, there.

Okay, so I see they've crossed into the casual couple "we make out in front of the family-- a.k.a. the gossips-- now" zone.

Grandpa Marty: you having to wrangle these two after practically setting them up on their first date is your fault and your fault alone.

Charlie's here. Charlie's always here.

OH, Charlie got invited in by his extroverted friend for an impromptu "the friends are all meeting now" date that he didn't know about and didn't sign up for.

Charlie just arrived, just got groupied, and just won. The talent of this man is unbelievable (and he doesn't understand it, either.)

Great comedic bit:

Charlie: "I didn't even know Bob bowled."

Joe (Megan-Bonnie's husband, man who probably met Bob today): "He doesn't."

Bob, why did you dedicate that shot to Grace when you don't bowl. Why did I have to be here to hear it? This can only end in disaster, oh no.

Heartfelt speech later-- "brought me back to the game after a 25 year absence"--

a complete flop.

"Hey, Bob, try the other arm!" yells Joe.

Okay, that saved me from dying-- thank you, Joe. And making the "I didn't got to 'Nam" follow up response to Charlie's "I'm a vet" was hilarious.

Never let it be said Bob's a quitter:

NOT A "That's for you, Baby" WITH THE FINGER POINT AFTERWARDS THAT'S HILARIOUS.

DD, you're killing me-- it's transformative cringe, reclaimed cringe, smoothing over the cringe and pretending the first mistake didn't happen but THIS second success DID, which strips away the cringe until all that's left is heartfelt sentiment.

Also, are you going to tell Bowling Boy about your scar, Grace? No?

Old man talking about his black favorite musicians with Charlie now; and Charlie gets takeout to last a week.

Bob is ALL OVER Grace, not afraid to say his plans before the group and herding her out to have one-on-one time alone in the garden.

Marty put a candle out there that repels all the bugs: "Every species but one"; then cuts off his friend's out-of-touch question by saying the bugs are "the sabertoothed fly" rather than unwanted suitors for his granddaughter.

Is he.. is he peeking?

HE IS PEEPING.

All the guys are now wondering why it's a big deal for Minnie/Grace-- wait, no, they're making fun of Wally again.

Bob's staring you down, Gracie, think fast.

Angelo wants to play the lovebirds inspirational tunes. Grandpa Marty is not too keen... but I, FOR ONE, want to see where this goes.

Now they're all squabbling over what music to play for the kids. Gold, I tell ya. (Sophie the waitress insists they can make their own music.)

Grace: "I had a great time tonight."

Bob, staring her down. "So did I. So did I."

Angelo finally settled with his chums on Frank Sinatra.

GRACE'S FACE FROZE WHEN SHE HEARD THE MUSIC.

She KNOWS.

And so does Bob.

And. so. does. Bob.

NOW THEY'RE ALL PEEPING.

I'm horrified and amused. I'd totally be the old men in this scenario but wouldn't want to be Grace.

Bob wants to dance... okay.

Old men are jigging, too.

GRACE MIMICKED HIS SIGNATURE SWIRL-OUT-AND-BACK MOVE AND BOB IS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.

Okay, Bob, the tensions between us are gone. I can't be mad if you can appreciate a gal who effortlessly copy-pasted a dance move.

I also like how Bonnie Hunt wrote that his first marriage was a "high school, forever young and untouched" type; but this is that "give-and-take, sit back and appreciate or stand up and dance, not caring that you could be spied or egged on" new relationship. Bob was perfect for Elizabeth then; but he suits Grace now.

Grace, my girl, it's getting closer to the 3/4 mark which is always when the disastrous misunderstanding happens in romcoms. Grace, don't do this to me.

Sophie the waitress's POV:

The fun's just getting started.

Uh oh, lyric foreshadowing: "Is it that good turtle soup or merely the mock?"

Transition to Bob SHOVELING out his apartment so Grace can come over, doing construction for her family, watching her get loved on by his dog (eyy, Mel's back), and hanging out more with Bonnie/Megan's fam and kids (with Charlie-- yay he's there. Charlie's great.)

MAYDAY MAYDAY JOE IS DOWN I REPEAT JOE IS HAVING A HEART PROBLEM.

I forgot this was a gif and didn't know it was Joe, uhoh. My guess is he doesn't die but it brings up a lot of tough conversations.

JOE YOU'RE JUST FINE AND YOU JUST FAKED ME OUT-- HOW DARE YOU.

I JUST MADE PEACE WITH BOB AND NOW YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME??????

...Back to happy montage... >:(

Everyone got Bob's last name as their group bowling jersey-- that's really sweet.

Romance has finally bloomed for Sophie!

And it loops back to the dance.

Wait, so did any of that happen? Or were they hopes and dreams?

Nah-- I say it did; but a montage was a quick way to do everything.

WELP, Tumblr says to quit it for this post-- so we'll see if I can upload more later~!

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #react #mine #DD #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part VI #Bob Bowling and Joe Nearly Kills Me #txf #but not #Minnie Driver #analysis

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dabihawksluvr · 8 months

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Welcome Home Theories (Part 1-1)

These were posted on the MatPat theory video, I'm just putting them here to catalogue them for future reference.

I have also added my own theory! <3

We are seeing two different Wally's here, one being Puppet Wally (controlled by HOME) and the other being Character Wally (the one shown in drawings on the site).

P!Wally Clues - He cannot 'see' us, and whenever he speaks the vinyls are a darker red. HOME is also connected with spirals. This Wally's speech is also a bit more demanding and mean, like he's pushing us into doing what he wants by force (magical or otherwise). And we do have the ONE vinyl from HOME, where it says 'hello' - as if HOME is trying to communicate with us like Wally can but without using him as a conduit. We also see P!Wally show up in a picture, peeking through between the walls of the exhibition right at us. Of course, this Wally is still his own being and is simply being used by HOME to get to us more easily.

C!Wally Clues - He can 'see' us, at least through the site. He also talks with us directly, sounding more child-like and innocent than P!Wally. He is connected with all the eye imagery we see, and we now have a pair of eyes directly on the site page...we are creating new 'eyes' for him to see, the more we talk about him. Every vinyl of his is a brighter red color, showing it's him who's talking and not P!Wally. This Wally is essentially stuck on the site itself, formed most likely by P!Wally (or some other entity) to allow better access from HOME to us more directly.

In short - these two Wally's are trying to get direct contact with US. P!Wally seems to have less than benevolent reasons for this, while C!Wally is simply wanting to chat. But BOTH the puppet and character are being used by HOME, which is why the eyes and swirls are now being mixed together.

Whatever HOME is, it is not benevolent. Wally is simply a victim in all this, and HOME is using them...

But we also have another puppet trying to communicate, by using the bugs. And we know who loves bugs - Frank. They are catching on, probably becoming sentient like Wally has, and are more covert about spreading clues on the site.

#welcome home arg #welcome home theory

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cherrythepuppet · 3 months

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"You Don't Get To Rush This"

AU Belongs to me, If you wish to know more it's in my pinned post!

This is if I went with how the games/show went AKA Joel kills Jerry but with a twissst!

TW: Beating someone to death with a golf club, Big swears, Pinning someone down, Killing, Gun violence

"Wally Darling..." Penny chuckled "Who are you?" Wally asked "Guess" Penny replied causing Wally to sigh "Why don’t you say whatever speech you’ve got rehearsed and get this over with" Wally said

"Tourniquet his leg, Do it!" Penny hissed as some one does what she says "Don’t you fuckin’ move" Penny added

A boy or a girl, it is not clear right away, bandages Wally's leg "God damn it!" Wally groaned "Clear out" Penny demanded while She raises the iron golf club

"You stupid old man... You don’t get to rush this" Penny smirked

Penny hits Wally on the head with the iron golf club Meanwhile, (Y/n)'s riding along a snowy forest path and calling out for their friends

They go down from the top floor to the basement but When (Y/n) opens the basement door, they see Penny beating Wally with an iron club, who is already barely breathing

"You’re done" Molly told Penny "You want what I want, right?" Penny asked with an eye roll "End it. Now" Molly demanded

"Wally, get up! Wally, fucking get up Please stop! Please don’t do this... Wally, please get up!" (Y/n) cried moments before Penny cracks Wally's skull open

"NO!" (Y/n) screamed as tears ran down their face "Burn in hell, pendejo" A man mumbled while he spits on Wally's corpse

"I’ll fucking kill you... No!" (Y/n) shouted while They heard muffled voices "No... I’ll fucking kill you..." (Y/n) mumbled

(Y/n) hears humming in their ears as They are overfilled with rage, despair, grief. Penny's group, meanwhile, is discussing something, most likely (Y/n)'s fate

Eventually, the guy with the cutted face knocks (Y/n) out and Some time passes before (Y/n)'s friends find them

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)? (Y/n)! I’m sorry, they’re down here!" Dinna exclaimed as (Y/n)'s vision came back and they saw Wally's body "No... No…" (Y/n) cried

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Penny in my AU was the right hand gal to the leader of the Fireflies, Poppy Partridge, Penny would do anything for her as she keeps her massive crush on Poppy to herself

When (Y/n) gets to the Hospital Penny got to see Wally for the first time while she was with Poppy

When Wally kills almost every in the hospital She rushes down to the parking lot because she knows in her gut Poppy is going to confront him

However she's too late... As she gets there she watched Wally shot Poppy

So I guess if I wanted to put Penny in the story of the AU this is how it would go. She's Abby Anderson.

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home au #penny peaches #wally darling #fanfic #Wally x child reader #Platonic #Welcome to our last home au

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thewarriorspecial · 8 months

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Greenhill Chapter 7

*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.

Read on AO3

Rating: Teen | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Wally West, Katma Tui

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

A little something special for @hobicat!

The interpersonal drama continues to unfold at the table and Guy gets his spy gear out.

It's here it's finally here!! I deed it!!

Guy watched as Kyle lowered himself into a seat at the table. Kyle fiddled with the silverware roll, opened it. He pulled out the knife first because of course he did. No surprises tonight, Guy thought as he turned on the recorder he had hidden in his sweater vest. He folded his fingers under his chin as he studied Kyle’s movements scrupulously. He’d play back the audio to listen carefully for any other telling inflections in his speech that he might’ve missed as he professionally navigated the sometimes hostile waters of a coworkers’ night out. I’m in my silver fox James Bond era, Guy smiled to himself.

Kyle fiddled with the butter knife as he thought both of his painting knife at home where he’d be far more comfortable and also of the fact that for many years his mother forbade him using an actual knife at the table after too many dinner theater tragedies. Kyle had learned early in his life that he did not possess the full body dexterity to become an actual fruit ninja and that was not an actual job. Kyle faked a bright smile at his quiet coworkers. What have I gotten myself into, he thought

“So,” Carol said, finally breaking the silence, “Not a vampire fan, John?”

“Ah, no. Just not my thing. Too much D&D in the past, I guess.” John replied with a shrug.

“Paladin?” Guy asked.

“Always.” John answered.

“Knew it.” Guy said with great conviction, banging his fist on the table. He’d have all his coworkers figured out by the end of the night.

“What exactly is D&D, anyways?” Carol asked.

Hal gently touched the place where his glasses used to rest, and then suavely pushed his bangs out of his face, “Well, it’s a tabletop role-playing game, or TTRPG for short—“

Ah, fuck. Here we go, Guy thought with a fake smile as he started looking around for the waiter. As his eyes scanned the area, he caught Kyle returning the same already-tired smile. He liked the kid more by the minute. Shame he was a criminal. Which was also, admittedly, kinda hot.

A young girl with multi-colored hair and facial piercings greets their table with exuberant friendliness. She talks extensively with John and Carol. Guy knows her face but can’t think of her name. She was likely an upperclassman, then. The trio nattered on, unpressed for time as Guy’s knuckles whitened on the back of the empty chair next to him.

Kyle pulled out his phone and started texting someone. Guy could almost read the texts in the mirrored lampshade behind him. He cursed his old crusty eyes and wondered if he could somehow use the selfie stick to get a good look at the screen without being too obvious. He reached into his pocket and slowly, obviously pulled the thing out. As curious eyes fell on him, he pretended to scratch his back with it, “Carry on. Just…itchin’” Guy said with a weak laugh. As the chatter—which is to say info-dump via Hal—carried on, Guy put on a show of seeming to examine the selfie stick with great concern. He held it up in the air, trying to find an angle that would allow him to see what Kyle was typing.

Unfortunately, the support of the selfie stick was painted a dark color and even less reflective than the lampshade. To Guy’s cloudy eyes, it appeared that the letters WOWanBAB were in the text bar at the top of Kyle’s screen. If the text is mirrored that means it’s upside down! Guy rationalized. As his brain made the Windows fail sound he thought, Mom and Dad?! But aren’t they…? Is it someone else’s Mom and Dad? Is he seeing someone?! Fuck! Not that it mattered because Kyle was a criminal. And this investigation was absolutely about protecting the students. From this dangerous, hot, bad criminal man.

“Ow! What?!” Guy exclaimed suddenly, again interrupting Hal’s attempt to woo Carol with his knowledge of emotionally mature Dungeon Mastering.

“Tst!” John made the sharp sound as he kicked Guy’s foot under the able a second time.

“What?” Guy stage whispered.

You know what. Stop it, said John’s Eyebrow of Paternal Disappointment (emotional damage +5)

“So issat like, your mom, or—“ Guy asked, impatiently waving his hands towards Kyle’s phone, hoping to get the conversation back on track and away from Nerds and Virgins or whatever.

“Oh,” Kyle smiled sadly, “No. No my mother passed away.”

Guy made a noise somewhere between choking on a chicken bone and being hit by a truck. John’s lips pressed together as he tucked his chin to his chest and raised both of his disappointed eyebrows even higher. Now look what you’ve done.

“Ow!” Guy exclaimed as a flank attack struck from Hal’s side of the table.

“Its okay! Really!” Kyle raised his hands in supplication, “It was a long time ago. I’m fine.”

“Hardly appropriate dinner conversation,” Hal said.

“Ooh, what’s inappropriate?” Their server reappeared, a full tray of their orders perched over her shoulder.

“Well, Guy’s put his foot in his mouth I think,” Carol offered.

“He went and asked about poor Kyle’s dead mother!” Hal was offended.

“It’s okay, really. I brought it up!”

“Yeah he brought it up!”

“Oof,” said their server as she quietly passed out their plates.

“He brought—! Alan. How you been? You got anything you wanna add, here?”

“Not at all,” Alan said, bringing his drink to his lips and taking a long, luxurious sip. “I’m enjoying watching you fine, young people exercise your conflict resolution skills.”

“Guy’s could use a little work,” Hal snipped.

Guy’s ears turned as red as his hair as he folded the selfie stick back to pocket size and returned it to his secret spy pocket. Mission Failed, clearly.

“It’s okay, honest. I don’t get to talk about her much. Most people are too afraid to ask.” Kyle rested his warm hand over Guy’s sweaty knuckles. The Defensive Debuff hit home as Guy began to fully blush and sweat. He whipped his gaze over to John, his rock, who rolled a nat twenty on the second Eyebrow attack. Critical damage. Guy swallowed heavily, mouth dry, speechless. He should’ve never multi-classed into Rogue. “My mom was really cool. I miss her every day,” Kyle continued. He pulled his hand back to brush his hair behind his ear, “I wish you could’ve had the chance to meet her.” Kyle looks down for a moment and something else bumps Guy under the table, but pain-free this time. Kyle’s knee. Kyle’s knee. Kyle’s knee. When Kyle’s big, sad brown eyes find their way back to Guy’s it’s direct Constitution damage. Guy wants to wrap him in a blanket and drive him home. “I was just texting Wally. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s on me, buddy.” Guy stammered. He dearly wished he had his Oakleys to hide behind. “My bad. We still cool?”

“Of course.” Kyle’s smile is bright and devastating. Guy wonders if he’s the kind of monster that sparkles in the sunlight. Maybe it’ll all be okay? Just a little peril?

Everyone resumed eating and Hal resumed telling the Tale of Games Past That No One Asked About. Carol’s smile is thinly polite. Hal barreled on in his futile attempt to make her laugh or maybe even impress her. He switched tracks, insisting on the Much Cooler Time He Was One Of The Knights At The Renaissance Festival. This captured her interest but not for the reason he had hoped. After all these years Hal remained unable to discern actual interest from confused horror.

“Wow,” said Carol, “That’s crazy.”

“So,” Kyle said softly to Alan, “History, right?”

“Unfortunately,” Alan grumbled as he took full advantage of Guy’s stun-lock to continue pilfering fries from his plate.

“Alan’s been teaching for us since the school opened,” John offered, “Anyone could understand he’s a little tired or bored maybe?”

“I’m just old.”

“Maybe you can find a new way to present the material? Or tread new tracks so to speak? Novelty really keeps kids invested.” Kyle beamed with his idea.

Guy tried not to melt. He loved the kid’s enthusiasm.

“Kyle, it’s History. It’s not new.”

“Maybe you could use a little somethin’ new, pops. Might put some spring in your step,” said Guy.

“It won’t.”

“With respect,” Kyle began carefully, “You can’t possibly know everything there is to know about your subject.”

“I do. I was there. I remember.”

“You’re not…that old?” John wondered.

“The things I remember would curl your back hair, boy.”

Oh no, the warning bells went off in John’s mind, not the Nazis. No one wants to talk about the Nazis over dinner.

“You ever climb a bridge to dismantle a mine under heavy artillery fi—“

“Oh! Look!” Hal suddenly interjected, “They have tapioca pudding here. See?” He shoved the dessert menu in Alan’s direction.

“Ooh,” Alan cooed, placated for the moment. The only thing he loved more than bitching about Nazis and pontificating about the brutalities of war was tapioca pudding.

A loud crash near the door grabbed everyone’s attention.

“Ah, fu—shticks! My bad!” Wally appeared directly in the path of the waitress, sending most of her dessert tray clattering to the ground. Kyle noticed, as Wally caught several of the glasses with incredible speed, he seemed to choose to let a few fall to the ground. It happened so fast. Maybe Wally was just very agile. Maybe he was an athlete as well. “Here, chief,” Wally held his credit card out over the bar, towards Radu, “Just ring it up. I gotta watch where I’m going.”

“Oh Wally!” Radu cried, “No trouble at all for one of my favorite customers!”

“You’re too good to me, man.” Wally said over his shoulder as he approached the table. “Sorry I’m late guys.” He took a chair from another table, behind Hal and Carol, even though there were two empty seats next to Kyle. “‘Scuse me real quick,” he said as he grabbed the back of Hal’s chair and slid him away from Carol, making room for himself.

“Hey!” Hal shouted, the picture of indignant.

“Did you see Tru Blood last night?” Wally asked, sitting backwards in his chair and fully turning his back to Hal.

Carol lit up, clapping her hands, “Oh I did! It was so good! I loved when—“

“Aren’t you married?” Hal hissed at Wally’s back.

“Ew!” Wally snapped, whipping around suddenly and at an odd angle like an owl. “Don’t interrupt! It’s rude. Anyways.”

Hal harrumphed and sunk down in his chair.

“So, tapioca is your favorite?” Kyle asked.

“It is. One of my earliest memories.” Alan said, chewing thoughtfully.

“Oh?” Kyle tried to press for more detail. He let Alan slowly share some of his oldest memories—happy and full of detail of his childhood home.

Guy caught Hal’s gaze and jerked his chin up once, You okay?

The one corner of Hal’s mouth pulled downwards and he shrugged one shoulder, Yeah I guess so.

Guy stabbed his fork into his apparently child’s size portion of fries. He stuffed them into his mouth and nodded sharply, At least the food’s good.

Hal nodded in agreement, taking one of his chicken tenders off of his plate with his hand and breaking it in half.

They watched as Wally dumped dessert after dessert into his face while Carol gushed about the TV show. Something was off about that guy. He seemed way more nervous than usual and he kept looking at his watch. He stood up suddenly, “Hold that thought,” He said to Carol, almost too fast to understand, “Gotta use the bathroom. Berightback!”

Kyle was still in rapt fascination with Alan’s story. John was concentrating on his Boba hunting experience. Carol chose this moment to use the restroom as well. Hal huffed again.

Guy looked from Kyle back to Hal, a concerned expression on his face. He raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to the side, pointed one finger from his folded hands at Kyle as he jerked his head in the opposite direction and then made a steeple with his two index fingers. You don’t think she’s still in the house?

Hals lips flattened in a grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he nodded his head towards Guy. He unfolded his hands, flattening his palms in parallel like he was showing a measurement. His eyes widened to accentuate the size. He then curved his fingers and touched the tips together. You're being a huge asshole.

Alan smiled as he watched the silent conversation unfold. He was the only other person at the table who was also versed in bitches’ cant. He also noticed that Wallace hadn’t gone to the restroom at all. He had vanished out of the skate park door. And at an incredible speed. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one with interesting powers. Something was indeed afoot at Radu’s Cafe.

#*myfic #guykyle #highschool au

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marionarnold · 1 year

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I want to write an alternate path from part the way through Episode 1, Season 6 of Seal Team and I just can't get enough oxygen around work and life and spending free time dazed on the lounge. This though I got written, probably definitely more for me than you.

"Okay so...." she squeaked as Sabre One interupted her thought, speech and progress with a harsh grasp of her biceps, propelling her backwards until she hit the side of the shack, her backside landing on some upturned drums, feet dangling in the air.

He took another step between her legs, crowding her, and caged her in with his hands, his face inches away from hers.

"What the *fucking* hell Samira?!" he yelled. "Are you goddam fucking insane?"

She had paled but she lifted her chin defiantly. "Of course I'm not! It was the logical thing to do."

"Logical" he sneered. "You put your head in front of a fucking loaded weapon!"

"He wasn't going to shoot me," she replied dismissively.

"*He* wasn't holding the gun dammit," Daniel slammed his palms against the shack, the thump making her jump a little. Clay saw Jason lift his chin in a gesture to Wally but the latter gave a little shake of his head.

"A trigger happy zealot who wants to make a name for himself by killing one of the infadel and impress his boss was holding the gun," Daniel was continuing relentlessly.

"Ibden would have killed him instantly," she snapped.

"Such a great fucking comfort that would be to him and all of us while I was clearing your brain matter off my goddam fucking *body armour*" he roared.

She had closed her eyes part the way though and she flinched at his crescendo, his rage almost a physical blow.

"D" Wally said mildly, taking a step forward.

Daniel blinked, looking over at him and the rest of them, then turning back to her, looking eye to somewhat watery eye.

"Fuck," he swore and peeled off, striding down the alley. Clay saw Pete take a couple of steps backwards and then turn to go along a parallel trajectory. Interestingly, Jason also turned to follow his contemporary.

Samira took a deep breath and then hopped off the barrels, "Soldier!"

Wally moved quickly, catching her around the waist and swinging her back next to the drums.

"What the hell Wally?" She demanded, glaring as he stepped into her path when she would have otherwise restarted her attempt to follow Daniel into the camp.

"What say you leave the furious highly trained special forces soldier alone to cool down a little bit?"

"He's not going to hurt me Wally," she said firmly, although Clay suspected that there would be physical evidence to the contrary on her arms shortly.

"I know," Wally agreed. "But he really *really* wants to hurt something, so hows about you give him some time to kick a dog, a cat, punch up several small children and a stone wall or eight just as a little treat before you ding the bell for Round 2 huh?"

She smiled despite herself and Wally let his arm drop from its defensive stance. "You scared the bejesus outta him ya know?"

"I wasn't in any danger Wally," she responded with just a hint of defensiveness

"I know, I know," he soothed. "I believe you," he paused and then added, "thousands wouldn't but I do," and her slightly gratified expression soured in his direction.

It didn't even make a scratch.

"You got stop doing that shit Sammie," he continued. "We're the ones trained to play with the lead and gunpowder, you're here to talk."

"He might have shot him Wally," she replied in a smaller voice.

"That he might have," nodded Wally. "And unless he changed his aim substantially, D would have a really nasty bruise and trouble breathing for a good minute or so."

"And Rupe would have killed Ibden," she added, "and you would have opened fire and we would have started a shitstorm in a medical compound with our only ally in the region who has previously helped save my life!"

"Not saying it wouldn't have gone sideways pretty drastically" acknowledged Wally. "Just maybe that you could stuck your hand in front of the barrel instead of your head and pretty much got the same result?"

She blinked, opened her mouth, and then closed it. "Shit," she rubbed the heel of her hand into her eyes. "Bloody hell."

"Yeah," he inspected his fingernails for a moment of two. "So why don't you go and work your schmoozing magic with B2 there," his tone was lifted in a question and Ray nodded once in acquiescence, "on those hard nosed doctors and nurses and we'll go dig out the vehicles Ibden mentioned and go get those kids back."

She took a breath, centring herself and nodded, turning to him with a slight smile and placing a hand briefly on his forearm. "Thanks Wally."

He gave her a wink and she walked away, within ten paces she and Ray were deep into what they were going to need and how they were going to get the inevitably high price delivered.

"Ya know," drawled Sonny into the quiet, having shown an unknown capacity for silence during the whole display. "I do upon occassion remark how low our remuneration is for the amount of shit we have to put up with but my man, the entire clan of pharaohs of Egypt didn't bury enough gold in them pyramids of theirs for me trade places with you for one day."

Wally turned an outraged face to him, "you guys get paid?!"

#marion writes #completely without context for you because there's like a good 15 chapters which come before this #I'm using Seal Team to write for my oc because I can #other chapters will be more Clay heavy however full disclosure: this is a Marion story and everyone else is background #Seal Team #Seal Team cbs

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preston-logs · 2 years

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LOG #4

Finally made it to Petalburg... I don’t know how but I lost sight of Merryl and a good moment to find her!I had to go off of the trail and everything, messed up my suit... Augh. I do kind of hate it out here.

Felix was there when I arrived, outside of the gym. I was going to inquire if he’d seen his dad yet but he sort of immediately jumped on top of me (Figure of speech, he didn’t actually jump on me) and we were chatting again.

I don’t... hate Felix, by any means, he’s an old childhood friend, but Arceus above he DOES bother me. He does annoy me, all of this excitement over the journey or whatever I don’t have time for. I have to get four badges in a certain time limit, granted its very generous and I’m thankful for that but I don’t have time.

Regardless, I hold my tongue, let him speak... Before I know it we’re heading into the gym. It’s nice to see Norman again, he has a firm handshake but before I could even say anything some child comes waltzing in here asking for help catching a partner... Is this what Gym Leader’s have to put up with?? Either way, the kid didn’t look the best... a little sickly in my opinion, but Felix seemed eager to help, of course.

I felt a tad awkward saying no, especially after Norman had lent the kid a Zigzagoon so we went off to go supervise. The kid, Wally, I think his name was, caught a Ralts. I told him that was a nice find... never been much of a kid person, but hey, it was the truth. Coming back, I was told Norman wasn’t able to fight due to him not wanting to fight us yet? Odd, but alright, I suppose. I think I overheard Felix making a bet with his father? I was a little too busy checking my phone at the time.

I wanted to get a good head start towards Rustboro so I gave Felix a quick goodbye and got myself prepared, I could already smell the salt from the sea, being so close to the coast and all... It was quite refreshing. Hopefully I’ll be through Petalburg Woods before nightfall properly hits, but really, how hard can it be? Update later.

-Preston.

#logs #log4 #poor fuckin felix on GOD #talk about felix not being able to read a room shout out to mr purdie over here

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honestly I think the flash museum might be my favorite thing in the comics. like if it were real? I’d go there. that’s not the point of this post. so like little wally west probably begged his aunt and uncle to get him a membership pass there like you can get at museums sometimes so that he can get in free whenever he wants and you know they renew that shit every year, because barry’s literally the reason the place exists so they’re gonna support it, goddammit, but anyway. you’ve got this red-haired dork exploring every inch of the museum every weekend for years straight and he memorizes the layout of the museum, every plaque, everything they have on display, this kid has like infinite knowledge of. the receptionists, tour guides, janitors, everyone on the staff at the flash museum knows wally west by name. time goes on and kid flash starts appearing and well, he’s also got red hair but it’s impossible to say, and wally still shows up every Saturday morning and keeps pushing to the front of the groups and pestering the tour guides until they let him supplement facts into their speeches. It’s adorable, because this kid doesn’t just know flash facts (he insists that the flash loves that term), he’s practically a walking superhero encyclopedia. He knows almost everything about everyone, from Aquaman to Zatanna, from the JSA to the Teen Titans, he knows his stuff. Wally’s ten or eleven or something like that and the guy working the gift shop notices the flash ring on his finger, one that he’s sure isn’t one of the many plastic ones he’s sold to the kid over the years. he says nothing. One day after Wally turns sixteen, they know his birthday by then, so they offer him a job as a tour guide. No interview required, everyone there knows he’s the best for the job, and he just… does not take it. Says he’s busy. The museum staff laugh it off, and Wally just smiles and goes on with his day. One day after kid flash starts being seen in not just central and keystone but in all different corners of the world, Wally comes walking in the door laughing with some friends who look oddly familiar, and he shows off the little teen titans corner of the kid flash wing, and isn’t that neat? and then another few years go by and kid flash kind of disappears, and then there’s a new flash, and Wally stops showing up as often but he’s still got that membership pass going strong and there are talks at the museum about putting up a statue for the new flash and if someone suggests that maybe they make the flash look a little bit like wally west, no one bats an eyelash because there’s no proof, but they all just know

#wally west #kid flash #the flash #flashfam #flash family #I don’t know what this is but here take it #I’ve been wanting to get into this whole headcanon I have about the flash museum being central’s teen hangout area but like mostly just #the place wally goes every day after school for a while idk #the staff have a love hate relationship with him. he’s better at their jobs than they ever will be #also yes the superhero encyclopedia thing #just? Wally knows the justice league through Barry and you know Jay DEFINITELY tells him so many stories from the old JSA days #Wally just hyperfixates on superheroes as much as I do. he’s even a flash stan.#or he would call himself that if it wasn’t weird to stan your uncle #ok I’ll shut up now #my post

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funnyexel · 3 years

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Mrs. Wayne

Summary: (Copy & Paste) I’m doing something very different for this story. I don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully long enough to get the message across. I am not going to be displaying the summary until the very end of this story. I’d like for everyone to guess. All I will say about this story is by the end you (Black Female Reader) will be married to Bruce Wayne (Batman) thus the title. One more note : **THIS IS A FANFICTION MADE FOR BLACK FEMALE WOMEN** I want to make this very clear!

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Warnings : Scenes of Violence, Mentions of Harm

*THIS IS PART 2*

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The events of Flashpoint was a blur to you. But better that than remembering the time without him. Ever since then, you realize not to take anything for granted even if you didn’t before.

“How many times do I have to tell you this?” Your voice echoed throughout the cave. “Bruce! You’ve invaded their privacy by digging too deep. Now, you have to earn their trust back by introducing them to your family. Us. In order to be even. How are you not comprehending this.” You sat on the edge of the desk of the Bat computer, trying not to lose your patience with him. At this point, you were convinced he wasn’t confused. He just didn’t want to do it.

“What if-” You put your finger to his lips. “Shhh. No, what if went out the window when you found out their identities and you shouldn’t be worried about me. I can handle myself perfectly fine.” He sighs and removes your finger from his lips. “I’m not gonna have this conversation with you again. Invite them.” As you take your leave. “And It’s 11 in the morning. For god’s sake what are you doing down here. When you’re done come up to the manor.” Stepping foot in the elevator, you sigh.

“This man will drive me insane.” You fiddle with the gem on your left hand. Taking a breather, you ease your mind. Passing the living room, you see two beings, back tracking you take a closer look. “Hey Dick. Wally?” You lean on the door frame. “It’s been a minute. How are you?” Wally gives you a friendly smile. “I’ve been good.” Dick stretches himself on the couch. “Your not going to ask how I am?” Dick says a bit offended. “I always know how you are. You’re here every other day.”

He rolls his eyes, you shove his legs off the couch and sit next to him. “Where’s B?” You dramatically groan, throwing your head back. “What happened this time?” Dick slouches into the chair. “Digs himself a hole, I instruct him on how to get out the hole. Doesn’t want to get out the hole.” You huff, just thinking about it is making your brain hurt. Wally’s face fills with confusion. “A hole?” Dick turns to him. “Figure of speech.” Wally nods, now putting the pieces together.

“Finding out identities is a low blow.” You nod to Wally’s statement. “Exactly! That’s what I’m trying to explain to him.” You think back to old events. “He seems like the sharpest tool in the shed but honestly, I don’t feel like he is.” You whisper the last part and continue your sentence. “Fighting Superman was not the best move on his part but it ended in peaches and rainbows. So, I guess it’s okay.” Wally started to laugh uncontrollably.

“But anyway, you boys enjoy yourselves. Dick, you know where everything is.” You take your leave, going the way you came. Barely, paying attention to where you were walking, you bump into a familiar surface. “Not the sharpest tool in the shed?” You push yourself off him, looking up. “Not my exact words but-” Interrupting your own sentence with a yelp. “Bruce! Put me down!” He swung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You didn’t waste your energy to hit him.

The Next Day, you got up somewhat early to practice your fencing. Nobody, really liked to fence with you because they knew you would beat them...except for Bruce with him it was always a close call but in the end you did win. You’d practice in the backyard. Though they didn’t like to participate in your activities, they loved to watch. The way you would move was so different and unique. Putting your actions to a halt. You looked to the 5th window on the second floor.

Removing your mask, you smile and wave to Cassy. She was watching you as she usually did when you indulged yourself in these activities. Looking at her, you thought of something you haven’t done in a while.

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“I cannot believe this still fits.” You turn around multiple times in your suit. The black skin tight bodysuit, the multifunctional cape that had a mechanism to work for the front and back of your body, the headpiece made to cover your whole face and gloves, it all still fits. You put yourself together as if you’re going out to fight crime, which you haven’t done in give or take 6 years. Still admiring yourself in a big mirror you found in the back of the Batcave.

Your suit was in a display case in the back, covered with a drape. Reaching in the case again, you take out the weapons and really complete the suit. “Hm...I wonder what would my name be?” Staring at yourself in the mirror. Knifes mixed with batarangs on your thigh harness, that connects to your utility belt and on your other thigh harness, it held your blade. “Still sharp.” You say to yourself as you hold your blade in your hand, wielding it with such precision and the up most care.

A mischievous thought came into your head. “He’s gonna freak out.” You giggle, walking towards the front of the cave and fixing your mask. You hear his voice in the distance, nearing it you ready your statement. “B, look at-” You cut the rest of your statement off, being met with multiple people. “oh hello.” You give a wave to the small crowd, not yet recognizing the people before you. “Clark. Clark Kent?” Your head tilts to the side a bit. “You interviewed us.” You notice his confusion and begin to lift up your mask.

“I forgot this muffles my voice but I know you. Clark Kent. You interviewed us not too long ago.” You hold your mask to the side of your body. He recognizes you immediately. Bruce walks and settles beside you. “This is my fiancée, Y/n.” The men eyes widen at his statement. “Fiancée? So the bat does have a life.” Bruce glares at the blond man, you muffle a laugh with your hand. Walking up to them, you shake their hand as they introduce themselves.

“Oliver, Green Arrow. Clark, Superman. Barry, Flash. Diana, Wonder Woman. And Hal, Green Lantern.” You made sure to get all their names right. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You give a warm smile. You turn around and approach Bruce. “See, this is fun.” You lower your voice. He turns your cape to the back, so it could cover your butt. “This is dreadful.” He matches your tone. “Sure it is.” Sarcasm present in your voice as you pat him on the shoulder and quickly go to change your clothes in the back.

Joining them once again but in jeans and a shirt. “I’ve never seen or heard about her before.” Oliver says. “I’ve only gone out once or twice. That was a few years ago.” You include. “I could show you some footage if you’d like.” Diana walks up a little. “If you don’t mind.” At her words, you sit at the Bat computer, put in your password, fingerprint and a vocal password. “chicken butt.” You were personally proud of that password and never ever going to change it. “Welcome, Y/n Wayne.”

You search the computer and pull up the video. It got straight to the action. Goons flying left and right. But the shocker to them was Batman sitting on the roof while you were holding it down. The Goons stopped coming and you went to Batman. Soon enough, you backed off from him and stepped off the ledge but not before getting another goon in a vital spot to stop their movement. It then clicked to another camera, you landed with your feet on Catwoman’s back.

You tied her with a rope and dragged her to your motorcycle. Attaching the end of the rope to the back and driving away. “Is that Catwoman?” Barry asks amazed. “Yes and I made sure to hit every bump on the way to the police station.” You log out, turn off the computer and stand up. They stood a little frightened. “She’s alive.” You repeat, clearing up any misunderstandings. “Enough about me! Let’s head up to the Manor. Follow me.” You move through them exchanging “excuse me”.

“You have a family together?” Diana asks bluntly. “Yeah. We have 6 kids together.” You stop at the elevator opening the door. “There’s a 5 person limit for the elevator. I’ll go with half.” You turn to Bruce as you step in the elevator. Diana, Clark and Oliver step into the elevator with you. “This is not what I expected.” Oliver says. “What did you expect?” You question him, looking over your shoulder. “I don’t know. A man in a dark space, alone with a bat suit?” You open the door, getting out the elevator. Also allowing everyone to get out.

“That’s actually how I found him.” You send the elevator back down. “Really?” You turn to them and shake your head. “No.” You chuckle. “This is Alfred. He’s a sweetheart.” You put your arm over Alfred’s shoulder and give him a side hug. He smiles. “I’ve told the children about your guests.” You glance at the stairs. “They’re still not here?” He shakes his head. You huff and see Bruce step out the elevator. You lead them through the hallways, passing by family portraits and other decorations.

In between little conversations, you heard faint footsteps and light breathing. “Duck!” You squat down, reach into your back pocket and throw a knife. The collision of metal echoes in the hallway. You sigh, seeing a batarang in the ceiling. “Damian, no batarangs in the house!” He groans at his failed attempt of a sneak attack. “I was so close.” He mutters to himself. You pick up your knife and take a few steps back. “You still have a long way to go.” You pull your arm back and launch it forward, knocking the batarang off the ceiling.

Picking up the knife and batarang, you walk to Damian and hunch over to his level. “Your steps were too heavy and your breathing was too loud. Do me a favor and get everyone down here.” He reaches for the batarang, but you pull it from his reach. “Ok. I’ll do it.” You put the batarang in his hand. “Batarangs stay in the cave.” He huffs and walks away, passing the heroes. You pop up from your hunched stance. Proceeding to settle them in the kitchen. “Enemies aren’t my type of thing but grudges.” You give a thumbs up.

“I heard you guys, launched a Justice League app. What happened to that?” Your curiosity is met with groans, sighs and facepalms. “I’ll tell the story.” You look to Hal. “Basically it was a bust.” Oliver steps in. “It wasn’t a total bust. I think it was useful.” Hal continues his statement. “As I was saying, it was a bust. Because people were using it to get pictures and autographs. It was defeating the purpose.” You hum. “Only because he didn’t get any autographs or pictures.” You laugh at Diana’s input.

The evening went unexpectedly well given there was a group of superheroes at your house and nothing significantly bad happened. Bruce didn’t leave, like at all. He was basically your shadow. Never leaving your side and you’re not going to lie it was a little annoying but you loved it. If this is the case then you should invite them over more. But all good things must come to an end...

About a few days later, the family publicists contacted you. “Ok, Maylin. I’ll ask them what they want to do. No. Yeah, I wanna go canoeing but I’d rather all of us do something we like. You know I’m not the only one doing it...Yes, for sure. I’ll call you right back.” You hang up and look to everyone in the batcave. “That was the publicist, she wants to know what we want to do for our next public turn up.” They all groan. “Didn’t we do one last month?” You roll your eyes at Jason.

“That was two months ago.” Duke corrects him. “My exact point. So what do you guys and gals wanna do? I was thinking we could go canoeing.” You suggest and wait for their answers. They sigh in unison, not wanting to leave the compound. “Or maybe motorboat or sail boating. Yeah! That sounds fun.” You tap your foot impatiently at their silence. “Why do we have to do something with a boat?” Tim asks. “Because I have a boating license and its going to expire this year. So why not use it.”

Bruce sighs and turns in his chair to you. “I’ll ask again tomorrow, since its almost nightfall.” You give a forced smile and put your phone in your pocket. Your eye unable to meet his (or anyone’s for that matter). Feeling their stares, they start to make you a little uncomfortable. “I-I’ll just go.” You stammer, seeing the shock on their faces as you turn on your heels and take your leave. You didn’t go to your shared room. “ ‘Don’t turn on the tv,’ you should have listened y/n. stupid. Stupid.”

Your voice echoed in the west wing as you were locking select doors. Finally, locking yourself in a room. “I’m real. I know I’m real.” Your thoughts now back tracking to earlier... the clicking sounds of the remote came to a halt as you look up to a tall figure. “Don’t turn on the tv. Find something else to do.” You sighed to his words. “okay. I will.” You smiled, reaching for his neck and pulling him down. Giving him multiple kisses. Your eyes stayed on him until he turned a corner, waiting a few seconds you flipped through the channels.

“Welcome to News 52. The latest news in Gotham.” You landed on the local news channel. It seemed all well and fine...at first. “How’s everyone doing this morning?” You lowed down the volume a bit. “Quite well! Thanks for asking Vicki. Onto the Bruce Wayne matters.” The second host beams as she looks through her papers. “Ah, yes! Over the years, how come no one has seen Bruce Wayne’s “girlfriend.” I’m not saying she’s fake but have we seen any photos or videos turn up?” You scoffed to Vicki.

“Exactly! The only evidence that we’ve seen or more trustworthy, heard is interviewers. When the Wayne Family gets interviewed. “She”, as they say is there.” They look to each other then the camera. “There’s been multiple occasions when a random woman comes out and implies she is this woman.” The second host continues. “There’s a chance they could be or that this whole charade is false and there is no woman.” Vicki says. “But this interview says otherwise.” She continues and a clip plays. From a time when you were getting interviewed by the Daily Planet and you agreed to be slightly in the camera but you could only see some of your clothing and a bit of hair.

Clark and Lois were on the other side of the camera. You chuckled at something they said and Bruce just glanced at you. The clip ended and they continue to disrespect you. “Funny thing is, there’s been millions of women submitting videos of them laughing.” The second host says. “But that is all we can discuss as of right now. Stay tuned until the end of the broadcast for more incite on the matter. Now to Matt for the Weather.”

It really shouldn’t matter what they think about you. Balling your eyes out in one of the rooms, shouldn’t be one of the things your doing right now. But staying until the end was dreadful. They were striping you of your pride, happiness and confidence. And they don’t even know you in the slightest. ‘maybe, I’m just being dramatic.’ You’ve pondered over this thought more times than you could count. But Bruce’s voice floods your ears every time. “Know your worth and double it. Don’t let anyone get to you. I can’t have you getting sad on me.” It was one of those tipsy talk nights, it revealed a side of Bruce that you wished you’d see more often.

You don’t want Bruce seeing you in this state as dumb as it sounds. In this relationship, you’re the anchor and he’s the boat. If the anchor lets up, the boat starts to drift. Deep down, you knew Bruce wouldn’t leave you. Are you sure about that? Yes. He doesn’t have time for your petty insecurities. That’s just the insecurities talking.... Is it? How would you know what he wants and doesn’t want? I know he wants to be with me. We’re going to get married- So? Divorce is a common thing in unbalanced relationships.

You’re hands flew to your hair, gripping onto it. You couldn’t stop that dark voice in your head. Was it even your voice? This is you. You’re too fragile, unworthy for him. I am you. “no.” Your voice small. Yes. You neglect me, Y/n. I am apart of you. “No, you’re not! Leave me alone!” Your voice raises. He doesn’t love you. He’ll leave you for someone better. “Please! Leave me alone!” You practically yell, tears trailing down your face. He wouldn’t like someone of your kind. He needs someone like me. “Someone! Please!” You’ll know pain. The pain of having a heart ache. Like someone is being ripped away from you.

Your head starts to pound like a thousand hammers are hitting it repeatedly. As you try to yell for help, your voice chokes in your throat. Like millions of pins and needles are being injected into your vocal cords. A hard thump on the ground and everything turned black. Yes, Indeed. You shall know pain.

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Summary: In which Barry, Iris, and Wally have their first Halloween as a family, and naturally Wally just HAS to wear one of those ridiculous superhero costumes with the fake muscles. You get three guesses on what hero he decided to dress up as. You really don't need all three.

Car door slam. Footsteps, muffled speech, front door opening—and then, “Uncle Barry, we’re home!”

Barry closes his laptop. He can get his work done later, when there isn’t a hyperactive almost-eight-year-old bolting across the room to hug him.

He stands up from the table, pushes the chair in and braces himself just in time for the red-headed menace to tackle him. Wally smiles up at him and starts talking, and sometimes Barry thinks he’s lucky he’s got superspeed. It really does help when trying to translate his excited rambling.

“I got my costume! You’ll never guess what I’m gonna be!” He says, eyes twinkling with excitement. Barry smiles at him. Something tells him that he already knows what might be hiding in that plastic Party City bag dangling from Wally’s arm.

“Why wait? Go put it on.” Wally detaches himself from Barry’s side and darts up the stairs to his bedroom.

Barry turns his attention to Iris, who’s placing bags of Halloween candy down on the kitchen table. His eyes widen, and he runs over to check it out. At a normal human speed, of course, because ever since Wally moved in, he’s had to adhere to Iris’ new no powers in the house rule. After all, Wally doesn’t know the secret yet.

Iris goes back out to grab the last of the grocery bags, and Barry takes a look at the haul.

“Are these… all Kit-Kats? Iris, come on. You know how I feel about this stuff,” He whines. Iris rolls her eyes.

“Quit being a baby. I told you to buy Halloween candy two weeks ago, and you forgot—”

“I did not forget. I simply got distracted when Weather Wizard decided to show up and make it snow in the frozens aisle.”

Iris laughs. “You and your excuses. Well, today it was these or those weird Halloween pretzels, and I am not going to be that house. I’d rather not hand out candy at all.”

“You could’ve tried harder.”

“You could’ve tried harder,” she mocks him, then leans over the island counter to kiss him.

Barry uses it as a distraction to grab a kit-kat. She notices, like she always does, and breaks off the kiss, swiping the candy bar out of his hand.

“They’re for the kids, Barry.”

“I can’t help it, okay? I’m on a see-food diet, Iris.” He waves his arms dramatically as he talks. “I see food—”

“—I eat it!” She finishes for him. “Help me put this stuff away, okay?”

A few minutes later, little footsteps pound down the stairs, and Iris smiles. “You’re going to love this, babe.”

“Love wha—” Barry is cut off when Wally comes running into the room, wearing what Barry thinks might be the most ridiculous-looking kiddie Halloween costume he has ever seen in his entire life. And, since it’s Wally wearing it, it just has to be…

“The Flash! I’m the Flash!” Wally yells, running circles around the kitchen table. The “cowl” of the suit—which is more of just a hood that drops over his face with eye holes—is too big for his head, and Wally keeps one hand up to his face, holding it in a spot where he can actually see through it. It’s horrible, yet adorable, and Barry has to try not to laugh.

Wally climbs onto one the barstools they have pushed up against the island counters, and he goes, “Lookit! Barry, lookit! I’m the Flash! Lookit!”

“I’m lookit-ing, kid,” Barry says. “Not exactly sure what I’m lookit-ing at.”

He’s not kidding, either. Barry can’t decide what to laugh at first. The too-big hood, the puffy fake muscles, or the “boots”—they’re just part of the leggings, made to fit actual shoes under them. He locks eyes with Iris, and when Wally turns away, he just mouths really? at her. She grins. Barry can't help but think Iris has a very pretty smile.

Wally reaches for a candy bar, but Iris grabs the bowl and holds it out of arms-length. “Uh-uh. No way. You’re getting your fix later, bud.”

He pouts, but Barry sees his opening, and he takes it.

“Flash fact, kid!” Iris glares at him. Oh, she should’ve known this was coming. Those three words are the only thing standing between the two of them and perfect marital bliss.

“Did you know, Wally, that the Flash has to eat a ton of food a day in order to be able to run like he does? His metabolism works so fast that he burns through calories like it’s nothing.”

“Metabolism?” Wally sounds out the word carefully, tilting his head to the side. He’s so smart, but sometimes Barry forgets he’s only in second grade. Wally doesn’t know everything… yet.

Iris sighs. “Basically, it’s what keeps you skinny. Can we move on, please?”

Wally blinks at her (Barry’s sure he’s making a mental note to google the word later), then turns his full attention back to his uncle. “Is there more?”

“Sure. Flash needs to eat, right? Which means Flash needs a candy bar. Which, I don’t know…” Barry grabs one out of the dish, unwraps it, breaks it in half and hands the bigger piece to Wally, “I think Flash would totally share his candy bar with his friends, right?”

Wally nods vigorously and shoves the chocolate into his mouth. Iris rolls her eyes again (it’s a common occurrence, really) and tells Wally to go get his homework done before they go trick-or-treating.

“Uncle Barry?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Would Flash do his homework, or would he keep eating candy?”

Barry puts a hand to his chin to look like he’s thinking. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe he’d do both?”

Wally grins. He grabs another candy bar from the bowl, jumps down from the stool, and then takes off running towards the stairs.

They hear the door slam shut behind him—that kid does not have a subtle bone in his body—and Barry turns to Iris. She’s got her arms crossed, she’s shaking her head, but she’s got a smile on her face that tells him he’s not in that much trouble.

“If he eats too much candy tonight and wakes us up at 2:30 in the morning to puke, you’re dealing with it.” She says.

“You just like to see me suffer,” Barry replies. He grabs a tub of ice cream from one of the last grocery bags, and his face scrunches up in confusion. “Since when do you buy plain vanilla?”

“Wally asked for it. He wants to make root beer floats at some point. They’re his favorite.”

“Well, I can relate to that.” He might not be Wally’s favorite person in the house (that is the one race Barry will never win as long as Iris exists), but as far as superheroes go? Ha. No one else ever stood a chance.

Barry puts the ice cream in the freezer, and moves on to another bag of groceries. “Why’d you have to buy that costume?”

Iris stares at him. He knows why, “Are you kidding me?”

“I know, it’s just, he looks—he looks—” Barry flails his arms. “I don’t even have a word for it!”

“Your nephew dresses up as you for Halloween and you make fun of his costume.”

“It’s just—the muscles, okay? He looks like a balloon! I don’t look like that when I’m suited up, right? Tell me I don’t.” Barry says, shutting the freezer door.

Iris grabs a bag of chips. “I think it’s cute.”

“And you’re avoiding the question. It’s not even accurate! Where’d the muscles even come from? I’ve never worked out a day in my life! I’m a nerd! Where’d they even get that idea? I’m not exactly ripped , you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Iris says, and Barry pouts.

“Hey.”

“You said it! Besides, which one of us fell in love with you again? I have every right to comment on how good or bad my taste in people is.” Iris laughs as she speaks, and Barry’s pretty sure there is no sound in existence that could be considered more beautiful.

“Anyway,” Iris says, sighing, “It does look kind of funny, I’ll admit. But it was the only Flash costume left at the store that fit him. Any store. We went to four different places looking for costumes. Almost every place was sold out.”

“We should’ve done this earlier.” Barry mutters. Iris sighs.

“It’s his first Halloween with us, Barry. He’s so excited, I didn’t want to let him down, you know?”

“I know…” he glances down at his hands. Something clicks. “Wait a second. That costume was missing something essential to the Flash suit, you know.”

Iris tilts her head in confusion. “It was? I thought it had everything.”

Barry shakes his head. “One thing’s missing. I’ve got an idea. Tell Wally I’ll be back in time for dinner, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to go make something. You’ll see.”

…When Wally goes trick-or-treating later, he has one piece of his Flash costume that no other kid in Central City does: an authentic, real-life Flash ring, “gifted by the Flash” to Uncle Barry and then handed down to him.

Barry’s pretty sure he’s won Wally over for the rest of time.

#this was so self indulgent #saw a picture of a kid in a party city flash costume #made a tumblr post #laughed at my own joke #bone apple teeth #wally west #barry allen #iris west allen #flashfam #flash family #westallen #the flash #dc comics #newsflash #anyway; barry allen #flash comics #julie writes stuff #my post

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