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metrops2015-04-06 08:16 pm
coincidents) wrote in metrops2015-04-06 08:16 pm
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ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
( flash muse )
( open post )
① pick a muse. ② pic prompt / texting / sexting / etc. ③ ??? ④ profit.
→ eddie
when a notif for a reply pops up, it's kind of weird, but he assumes it's just some random person or troll or something. what he really wasn't expecting was a comment from eddie. and that's what leads him to approaching eddie during some downtime at the precinct the next day, shuffling kind of awkwardly — because there's no way asking something like this isn't awkward.]
Uh, Eddie. You got a minute?
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[ and maybe that's the reason he never actually closed the tab iris had opened barry's blog in, maybe that's why he actually stayed up all night reading through all the posts barry made sporadically over the last few years. it was actually kind of fascinating the things barry wrote about — maybe not always entirely eddie's cup of tea, but eddie still found himself engrossed nonetheless. the energy iris always talked about seemed to be alive and well within the posts barry must have poured some part of his soul into, and it was obvious how much this stuff meant to him. eddie could at least appreciate that much, if not the actual content itself. ]
[ the blog stays mostly forgotten once barry wakes up; eddie mentions it once to joe, completely accidentally (though it had seemed sort of relevant to the case at the time), but after that ... barry doesn't seem to keep updating it, and eddie's too busy to keep checking. he sees barry a lot more often in person, anyway; getting to know him through his blog seems counterproductive. he doesn't really want barry to know he ever read it, anyway — it seems a little creepy when eddie starts to think about it. "yeah, i read your whole blog while you were in a coma because i wanted to get to know you! i might have also scrolled through your whole facebook page." maybe not the best thing to admit to someone who doesn't quite trust you. ]
[ so when barry actually makes a new post, eddie almost has the good sense not to comment. then again, he figures maybe if barry knows eddie supports his blog and thinks what he's doing is pretty cool, things might be a little less weird between them. or ... they could just get weirder. it's a gamble eddie's willing to take. ]
[ he doesn't really think about it too much the next day. barry either saw it or he didn't, and there's no reason to get worked up over something so simple as barry not responding to an internet comment. it's the fact that barry actually comes up to him during work that makes eddie wonder if he did something wrong. he can't immediately assume this is because of the comment, but he can't think of anything else he might have done involving barry recently. regardless of why barry wants to talk, though, eddie puts on his warmest smile when barry approaches, because, honestly, barry coming to him is pretty rare, so he can't help but relish in it a little bit, despite how awkward barry's posture is (but when is his posture not awkward?). ]
Hey, Barry. What's up?
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[he gestures vaguely away from eddie's desk, towards the hall in which the elevators are. he's not sure there's any real need to usher eddie away to discuss the incredibly serious matter of barry's blogging, but it seems equally weird to talk about it right here, especially when captain singh could walk out that door of his at any minute and ask them why they're talking about the internet and not work.]
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Sure, shoot. You know you can always ask me anything.
[ it's true; eddie has a policy of openness and honesty, and that's included barry since he started seeing iris. even though barry wasn't exactly ... there, the second he woke up eddie promised himself he'd do his best to make barry feel comfortable with the sudden addition of a near stranger in his life. it must have been more than jarring to wake up after nine months and find your life had totally changed, which is why eddie's made such an effort to reach out and gradually integrate himself into barry's life instead of just telling barry to get used to it. it's been slow going, sure, but eddie thinks this might be progress, at the very least. ]
Wally~
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[ however, he'd like to argue that it's totally necessary when it's saving a very hot cup of very well-made coffee from splattering all over the floor. he's seen the looks on people's faces when the cup shatters into disappointing little pieces of their broken coffee dreams, and — well, maybe he makes the exception this time because the person in question about to spill their coffee everywhere is a very pretty girl, and wally can't just do nothing when he knows he's perfectly capable of doing something in less than a blink of an eye. no one will even see him move that fast, right? it'll be fine. ]
[ or, well, it would be fine if wally were actually good at slowing down. which, unfortunately, he isn't. so even more unfortunately for the coffee and the girl it belonged to, wally's heroic save turns out to be a pretty unheroic fail, his attempt to catch her cup before it shattered and spilled coffee everywhere only half succeeding, but with much worse consequences than anyone noticing how fast he moved from one section of jitters to the other. that is to say, linda's coffee doesn't end up on the floor where it can't hurt anyone, it ends up straight on her clothes — because, in wally's most valiant effort to set the cup back on the table at superspeed while also trying to stop himself from running into the table at superspeed, he managed to dump the contents of the cup all over the table and linda herself. ]
[ yeah, great first impression there, wally. ]
Oh shi— OhmygodI'msosorry — [ frantically, he runs for napkins, as if that will help at all. he knows there's one thing that would help, but that would be an even dumber idea than his first. so, somewhat helplessly, and very much apologetically, he holds out a few napkins and continues to apologize like there's no tomorrow. ] I was just trying to — you know, I usually have pretty good reflexes, I guess I just overshot it by a little and — god, are you okay? I'm really sorry, I'll buy you, like, the biggest cappuccino they have to make up for it — or, hey, doesn't even have to be a cappuccino! I mean, I probably wouldn't want a cappuccino after some jerk spilled mine all over me. God, I really shouldn't have tried to — [ shut up, wally, just shut up. ]
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Suffice to say she's been living on cappuccinos since Jitters opened. So when she almost knocks her cup off the table trying to grab for the handle and completely missing - this is why you watch what you're doing, Linda, and not the laptop screen - it feels like world is about to end. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe. But it does almost feel like time slows down, and she can see everything happen before it actually does.
It only lasts for a second, and then someone's there to -- spill the coffee all over her.
At first she's not even sure it really happened. This has to be a dream right? This is some awful work nightmare, and next thing she knows her screen will start sparking comically and the words will just tumble out into one big mess. Right?
But then napkins are being thrust at her, and that someone is apologizing.
And she should probably say something.
Say something Linda.]
So, where are the cameras hidden?
[Good one.]
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Huh? [ yes, very intelligent. it's a little hard to follow the situation when he's been so abruptly thrown off his train of thought. that's the problem with speedsters — they end up talking so fast and so much they don't realize they've gotten so far off track until they're thrown back on the rails by the harsh thrust of reality. and the reality here is, well, he's just spilled coffee all over a pretty girl, he has napkins in his hands, he can't remember how many times he's said "i'm sorry," and linda is talking about hidden cameras. wally might be a scientific genius, but making logical jumps like this just isn't his forte. ]
[ he blinks a few times, glancing down at the napkins as if they can help him, then back at linda with a genuinely confused furrow of his brow. ] What cameras? This — [ and that's when it dawns on him: ] What? No, this isn't a joke! [ he holds his hands up in surrender, hoping that by frantically waving them it might convince her that he is not trying to play a practical joke on her. ] It was, well ... a really unfortunate accident. I was trying to save it, honestly! I just ... [ didn't decelerate properly ] tripped. [ yeah, nailed it. he laughs nervously, attempting an apologetic smile. ] I don't know if these napkins will help, but... [ it's he best he could do with the resources available to him. ]
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She lets out a loud, long sigh and shakes her head, forcing a smile.]
That was sarcasm. [She's checking her laptop now to make sure it's not damaged at all. Lucky for Wally, it seems to be safe.] It'd be a pretty lame joke anyway. [She takes the offered napkins and wipes up what landed on the table before it can drip further, then looks down at herself. Well, the blouse is ruined.] Maybe next time you try playing hero, you could be a little less klutzy about it. [Okay, so that was kind of mean. She looks back down at her soaked shirt again.]
I guess I appreciate the effort. [said as a bit of an afterthought.]
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Uh, well — you're welcome? I mean, yeah, I really should probably work on the whole ... klutzy ... thing. [ after this encounter, she probably wouldn't be surprised to hear how many times wally has run into walls or people or furniture... it's kind of a problem, but fixing it is honestly a lot easier said than done. ] But, um, since I basically ruined your shirt, I, uh ... I've got a hoodie in my backpack if you wanted to change? [ oh, wait, maybe that sounds really forward. uh. ] Or not! I mean, honestly, it's totally up to you, I just ... thought I would offer.
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I might take you up on that offer. Maybe it'll keep me from smelling like coffee all day. [She laughs a little, hoping maybe it will help him ease up some.]
cool cousin wally
hey cool cousin iris (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
[ of course, the subject of the flash isn't something he realizes is going to be an issue. he's read iris' blog, so he only assumes that she'd be as excited as he is to talk to him about it (he is the official president of the blue valley flash fanclub, after all ... not that there are actually any other members but him but, you know, he's working on that). it's just — so cool that there's a real, live superhero in central city, and it makes wally wish he could visit a lot more often. but instead, he's stuck in blue valley for the summer, despite wanting to stay in palo alto. he thinks he actually kind of lucked out, considering if he'd somehow managed to stay in california (crashing at stewart's place, probably), he wouldn't have gotten to see iris — and, honestly, he'd suffer through a hundred blue valley summers just to see iris. ]
[ his dad is pretty vague about why iris is suddenly visiting — maybe she's working on a big time story for the central city picture news? wally has no idea what she'd be writing about if she's coming to blue valley, of all places. nothing ever happens here. but, whatever the reason, it's not really any of wally's concern, because it's been too long and he's just glad they'll get to hang out again. occasionally chatting on facebook isn't really the same, and he'd feel lame asking her to skype with him. it would be weird, right? who skypes their cousin? certainly not wally west, that's who. iris has just always been kind of an inspiration for wally, ever since they were kids, and in some ways he'd consider her his hero even more than the flash. ]
[ he volunteers to pick iris up at the tiny blue valley airport, nearly vibrating with excitement at the prospect of her arrival as he stands near the baggage carousel and tries not to physically bounce on his feet (his friends are always telling him how annoying it is — but it's mostly stew, who finds everything annoying). when he sees her coming through the door at the other end of the room, he stands up on his tip toes (not that he really needs to, considering he's already got a ridiculous amount of height over everyone else in the room) and waves her down. ]
Iris! [ he almost breaks out into a run, almost wants to tackle her with a hug, but he stays where he is and bounces on his feet anyway. wally's never been very good at hiding his excitement and now is most definitely no exception. ]
hey favorite person ever wally
Let them worry for a few days. Or knowing her life, her uncle has already told her dad where she's at since they are brothers and all and apparently everyone in her whole life talks to each other about every single thing and she's included only if she has to be and not because anyone wants to involve her. But she's not bitter. No, Iris is never bitter, she's pissed as fuck.
She just-- needed the space from Central City and everyone there. Even asked to do her work on the road for the paper since she doesn't actually need to be there to write, she can write just as well on the plane or a coffee shop in Blue Valley. Or maybe she's just going to hang out with her cousin for a few weeks and forget about everything else.
It's been way too long since she's seen Wally anyway. Keeping on facebook isn't the same thing. It's not the same as ganging up with him to make fun of Barry (in a nice way, at least it more playful once Wally warmed up to Barry) or having ice cream eating wars or just talking about life in general.
There's a fresh batch of messages waiting for her when she steps off the plane, most of them she deletes immediately. But she does read the one from her uncle telling her that Wally is coming to get her and for the first time in what feels like forever (and is maybe more like forty eight hours) she actually smiles and nudges her way past people to get down to baggage claim faster.
She hears her name and turns and yeah he's a lot taller and his acne cleared up but it's still him.] Wally!
[Better enjoy being nearly strangled by a girl solid six inches shorter than you cuz because that's how tight Iris is hugging him.]
Ugh, I missed you, nerd!
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( it isn't a heist of their choosing, but it is a heist — even if most of what they stole were artefacts the captain believes will aid them in his quest against vandal savage. even if len still doesn't like the captain and doesn't trust him because he has proven that he considers each of them expendable, not equal members of a team but pawns to push around on a chess board, a heist is a heist is a heist, and this one has gone off perfectly, perhaps because it had been len and mick running the show, perhaps because for once, their expertise was not only needed but not questioned.
there's something about pulling it off. for len, it's cold calculation, running the numbers and possibilities in his head, keeping time constantly, and it leaves his mind exhausted and wide open both at the same time, hyperfocused and extended. it's a great feeling, and paired with adrenaline and success, it's an all too addictive cocktail.
for mick — well, len knows it gets him hot.
len doesn't like heat. more than that, he despises it — but there are some forms of it that he finds tolerable, and the way mick burns is one of them. he knows mick knows it, because this isn't the first time they've done it, not by a long stretch of the imagination. they're partners and that involves blowing off steam and burning off excess adrenaline, too. with anyone else, len might have preferred to cool it, to freeze them out, but mick is who he is, and len trusts him, in as much as he trusts anyone.
so here they are, back on the ship with the artefacts safely stowed away, with mick biting at len's neck and shoulder while he pushes thick fingers deep inside him. )
Do get on with it. ( len forces the words out in between pressed breaths, and it's a struggle to keep his voice sounding unaffected and unbothered, not to let mick's heat affect him. it's a struggle, especially when mick crooks his fingers just so, pleasure shooting up his spine and making his cock jerk where it hangs heavy between his legs. )
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[ death is what would be in store for them, if they didn't play this game of checks and balances — and mick isn't fond of dying. at least not before he's seen this through. he doesn't give a damn about whether he becomes a legend, whether any of them do; so long as there's still a future worth stealing from, it's a future worth fighting for. ]
[ len hates the heat, he knows that. he knows it as well as he knows his own impulses, his own need to see everything around him burn, in one way or another. but for as many bridges as he's burned in the past, len's included, he's never been able to get rid of him, to watch him crumble to ash and see him float away with the wind. in whatever twisted sense of irony, len is the only person mick can't burn. he's persistent like that, resistant to the heat and anger and volatility mick possesses. that, or he's damn good at pretending. it's impossible to read him; mick doesn't try anymore. ]
[ no one asks why they head to the same room. it isn't out of place, them always being together, and it isn't anyone else's place to care what they do in their free time, so long as it's on the ship. the pretty one — also known as the stupid one — gives them a look, somewhere between curiosity and jealousy. what ray thinks is inconsequential, but mick grins wolfishly and winks at him, anyway, just to watch the heat rise to his face as they round opposite corners. mick has never been particularly concerned with hiding his intent, after all. ]
[ the intent couldn't be any more obvious now, his fingers slick and surrounded by len's inner heat — a heat his cock craves more than anything, which is evident by the hardness against len's thigh. they don't do gentle, but mick has enough respect for len not to fuck him dry. he juts against len's backside, dragging his teeth over the ridge of len's shoulder as he works him open, erratically but not without skill. his voice is a grumble, as it always is, like two flint stones being knocked together until they spark. ]
And you call me impatient. [ his breath is hot against len's ear now, his fingers removed. then, in an impossibly low voice, ] I know you love the heat when I'm fucking you, the burn. [ he grabs a handful of len's ass, blunt nails digging against flesh hard — then he slaps it, without a second thought, and revels at the redness that marks it. ] Isn't that what you want, Lenny? You want me to make you burn. [ and it's not a question, because he already knows the answer. ]
terrible pun time
it takes effort, but it's worth it because they push each other, because they're a good team, better criminals together than they could be apart.
plus, there's this. and yeah — len could find this somewhere else, and so could mick. len could bury himself in sara's undoubtedly tight cunt, or he could hire a whore and be done with it. he could do that even with mick still here, even without breaking their partnership, and yet here they are. if asked, len would say that it's a matter of convenience and preference; it isn't untruthful to say either. it just doesn't give enough credit to the things the rumble of mick's voice does to his insides, or how the teeth on his shoulder make him shudder, how he wants to punch mick and urge him on in equal measure. if there is anyone who can make him feel hot and bothered without len feeling out of control and threatened, it's mick, and that shouldn't make sense, but it does.
so he pushes back into mick's touch, setting his teeth against the sting of the flat of mick's hand against his ass lest he moan, and grits out - ) You're full of yourself, when really, I should be full of you already.
⚡ Eddie
She’d helped make the light go out of his eyes.
She thinks she might be sick. She feels like she’s going to be sick. He’s dead. She killed him. They killed him. She should feel... better than this. They’d stopped him. He’d finally paid for everything he’d done. He’d finally paid for murdering Harrison. But all she feels is sick. Numb. A gnawing, aching sort of grief that she’s pretty sure might swallow her whole. It’s why she’s withdrawn the way she has. Because Barry, the rest of her team... they’re dealing with the aftermath of all that’s happened, too. They don’t need her adding to that.
Her hands are shaking, as she stands in what remains of her husband’s dream. Their dream.]
⚡ Eddie! (Speedster!Jesse + time travel?)
The tests were wrong.
And everyone had been surprised.
Most of all Jesse herself. It had been a year since they returned to their Earth, and her encounter with the dark matter explosion to give Barry back his speed was just a memory. They’d settled back into their lives. She helped her dad with STAR Labs. Finished her schooling.
She wasn’t sure what made things change. But they did change.
She WAS a metahuman, and more than that, she was a speedster. At least she’d had an idea of what was happening when it started. And god it took some getting used to. Suddenly she was fast; faster than Barry, even (which fascinated her; what determined a speedster’s top speed, and what influenced it? The same went for the differences in lightning; hers was a white-gold, to Barry’s yellow), and eating her body weight in food. If not for her dad she probably would have floundered worse than she did. But he’d come back with her.
They were a team.
So they worked together, to help her get a handle on her speed. To learn the differences in what she could do. And then he surprised her with a suit. Similar to Barry’s but with a domino mask instead of the hood, in a dark rusty shade of orange, a lightning symbol different from The Flash’s on the chest that matched the ring to store it in. He’d known before she’d even made the decision to follow in Barry’s footsteps.
And follow in his footsteps she did. Their Central City was a little bit wary at first, given their previous experiences with a speedster. With Zoom. But she didn’t let it stop her, she refused to let it stop her. She proved herself, and they slowly started to warm to her.
Even gave her an alliterative nickname.
Couldn’t stay that way forever, though.
She was going up against a metahuman that could generate and manipulate lava. She’d known she was fast... but she hadn’t know she was that fast. Not until she was racing to contain and cool the lava, to keep it from spreading... and ran so fast she tore a hole in the universe. A breach. And she didn’t realise until it was too late. Until there was no turning back.
Losing her footing she tripped, tumbling to a halt on the pavement of an unfamiliar alley.
Oh no.
Hurting (briefly, at least. One of the perks of being a speedster), she pushed herself up to her knees with a groan. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. She wasn’t panicking. Well, she was trying not to, anyway. She definitely wasn’t on her Earth anymore. The lighting was different, the style of the architecture.
She scrambled to her feet. Okay. One thing at a time. First she needed to find out what this Earth was like. Figure out a way to survive. And then she could figure out how to get home. Returning her suit to her ring she quickly took her hair out of the braid she wore it in as Jesse Quick. Dressed like a civilian she could explore freely; she wouldn’t look any different. She thought. She hoped. She didn’t know if this Earth had metahumans, and running around in a leather suit trailing lightning tended to draw a little attention.
Once she learned if there were metahumans here she could be a little more open.
She hoped.
for wallyyy
Hey. You want to go to Jitters with me? I could use some coffee.
for eddie :|
It doesn't look like the future, or at least far enough into when Cisco had vibed. Maybe he didn't go far enough ahead. Looks like he's near CCPD, at least, so maybe he can get Joe's help. He can't exactly just walk in wearing his Flash suit, though. So he waits, contemplating maybe going to Joe's house before hearing a devastatingly familiar voice.
He can't help himself; he steps out from behind the tree he was leaning against, staring.]
...Eddie?