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Where do you stand: Hero or Villain? The choice is yours.

After the Particle Accelerator explosion and Barry’s revealing look into Flashpoint, a course of irreversible affects have rippled through the timeline.

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Olicity (Discord) rewatch: 6x04 Reversal. Part IV.

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There’s something about being curled up in the brown leather chair in Clayton’s office, listening to the sound of his fingers typing away at the keyboard of a computer. Larken found it peaceful with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. She was grateful that the man didn’t expect more from her other than this. Most of the men who hired her liked to take her out to dinner or to be used as a piece of arm candy at a casino, not that Clayton didn’t do those things. There were also the men who paid the high price to have sex with her, and let me tell you; it wasn’t cheap. Larken’s thinking is that if she hiked up the price, that there would be fewer men calling her in for sexual favors. She didn’t accept offers for it that easily and only agreeing to with clients who have been long time customers, this made her wonder when the day will come that Clayton would want to sleep with her. Trust me, Larken has thought about it more than often, to the point where she didn’t give a fuck whether she got paid for it or not.

Larken could feel a pair of eyes on her, it wasn’t the first time she felt this while sitting there. She smirked past the cup while it was lifted up against her lips before turning her gaze towards Clayton. They sat there holding each other’s gaze for a moment, smiling with those large eyes of hers. “Why is it that Mr. Darcy was seen at this noble and handsome hero when throughout most the book he was quite the asshole?” she voiced her thought out loud. The brunette closed the book before pushing up and making her way around his desk. Larken felt like she could relate to Mr. Darcy– most saw her as this innocent and sweet siren but beneath the surface she was bitter and cold. “Are you almost done?” she asked, reaching out to brush her fingers against the scruff on his chin.

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Wiping his fingers along the smooth keys, he watched the quarterly reports begin to trickle in. Clayton never minded the busy work that came with the clerical side of running a business. He happily chose to write reports and crunch numbers opposed to schmoozing with the hedge fund crowd. His demeanor didn’t quite dazzle the socialites or enlighten the suit and ties who wished to kiss his ass. Funny enough, that desire to pander to their gluttony was how he met Larken. Clayton was tired of the poaching attempts by money hungry women. His sister had posed the idea jokingly. Clay if you’re so tired of the attention, bring a date! She doesn’t have to really be your date but a pretty thing for people to obsess over. Clara didn’t expect him to actually take her advice. Through a network of referral, she had come across his desk. Clayton aimed for a one show stopping evening to feed the hungry masses before returning to his reclusive self. Yet, in those moments he had seen the fragility of a light soul being bought out and sold for her looks among other things. His stomach turned at the thought of her being exploited so he continued to pay to keep her safe. Most evenings, she’d spent nestled up on the couch enjoying the comfortable silence. Clayton would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the soft sound of her breathing against the wild tapping of the keys.

He peered over his computer at her for a moment to capture the fragile light that graced her feature. She was beautiful--stunning actually but in this light she seemed so angelic. “Because he looked the part and people don’t really mind ill mannered behavior if it looks enticing.” He shrugged. “Although, maybe it’s a part of his growth. Cold and unfeeling at first until he’s taught there’s more to life than money and duty. Happiness, I suppose.” Clayton lifted his gaze back to her at the soft pass of her fingers along his jaw. “Almost--am I boring you?

#convo : larken #muse : clayton

It seemed like the two had a hard time resisting each other but it didn’t take much before they would find themselves in the one another’s bed. This all started after a drunken night and just never stopped. There was something about Frankie that was addicting, Skelly could never get enough of her. He was rolling his eyes now as Skelly leaned up to get a better look at the brunette. “I have no problem with that, and I can find someone else other than my left hand to fuck,” he mocked. “Go right on ahead, no one is stopping you… plus, I think I’d look great in hot pink,” Skelly purred as he smoothed his hands over her thighs and back to her ass before easily picking up Frankie before flipping them around. He smirked down at her as he pinned the girl against the bed.

Frankie promised herself that she wouldn’t allow herself to fall into his web. She wasn’t the damsel who needed saving; or the scarlet letter wearing woman bewitched by the charm of a bad boy. Skelly had a heart of gold beneath all of the rough edges. It may have been why she gravitated towards him. Although, he’s brand of women was broad and the door was forever revolving. She didn’t want to get crushed in the frame of the passing glass. Falling into bed didn’t exactly help. "You should because they deserve to have someone reliable in their corner.” Life was hard enough now for people their age; especially with parents who worked so hard to keep a roof over their heads. She wanted to be the positive influence in their life; an outlet for them to ignore the rain for a little sunlight. Jealousy and a spike of hurt rippled through her skin at his callus words. Frankie’s world spun out a little at the reversal; his body hovering over hers. “Well if you looking for someone else’s bed to camp out, you know where the door is.” Frankie’s hands fell limp against the mattress. “I’ll string it from the fire escape and you can limp home.”

#convo : skelly #muse : frankie allen

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Skelly laid there on the mattress, squinting past the glare of the sun that dared to peak through the curtains. He kept his gaze as Frankie as she wandered in and out of the bathroom into the bedroom as she got ready for the morning. “Can’t you just call out,” he inquired, jutting out his lower lip in a soft pout. “You can’t tell me that the thought of staying in bed the rest of the day, doing absolute shit except watching cartoons, shoving foods in our face and fucking doesn’t sound appealing to you at all?” he mused.

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Frankie scurried quickly across the cool feeling hardwood that scent a chill down her spine. She didn’t exactly mean to get caught up in him. A few too many glasses of rosé and that dastardly charm of his swindled her right back into their own little den of sin. Time rolled swiftly on without her and triggered alarmed in her sleepless brain. “You want me to call out and let down a room filled with five year olds? Today is our first fitting for the winter performance. Do you have no heart?” She rushed to find the light swift dress she discarded from last night. Slowly clasped the satin corset, Frankie tried to avoid the soft pout that graced his lips through the mirror. “Shoving food and fucking--see you had me laying around and lost me with your foul mouth. Keep it up and you’ll be fucking your left hand.” She shimmed into the delicate rhinestone crusted stockings. Frankie turned on a dime and straddled his hips. “Get up and shower or I’m going to paint the toes of your foot slip hot pink.”

#convo : skelly #muse : frankie allen