What better way to tell @gustinfucker I was the anon who sent them the ask (about loving their entire verse and therefore lifeblood with my whole soul) than to write them a quick ficlet of e/o. hmu if you want except there’s a massive catch you're not gonna like
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me, trying to decide whether to tell you who I am or not: ok but this author is really great and talented! You should be friends with them! They’re probably really nice!
me to myself: yeah, except… how do I tell her I’m actually an damn eagles fan? I’m a Capulet and they out here being a NYG-fan Montague. It’s the start of Romeo & Juliet but for seriously this time. i’m basically asking to be poisoned.
me (wanting to, still): ok, fair point, but what if we just leave some e/o on her doorstep and run
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AND HERE WE ARE.
If you’ve gotten this far, honestly, just bless you. This is the first thing I’ve ever written that’s e/o (!). It’s based solely on YingYang verse and I hope someday to re-write it for you (or maybe it's sequel? *double finger point in ur direction*). This is pretty much a short preview.
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That's the thing about Odell; he always knows the right way to get Eli to give into him. That's also the exact way Eli ended up in the bathroom stall of the Metlife with him.
The day was absolutely scorching and it was an early practice in pre-season, but damn it to hell if O didn’t get under his skin all morning. With all the sweet knowing little smiles he’d cross with him, E knew better than to think he’d be able to say no when O’s smiles started getting more…needy.
Odell was all sweat and nasty little smiles when they took a break near noon, and practically pulled him into a shady corner behind a wall where nobody could see them. Hot kisses and Odell’s hands roaming way too friskily– God, O could really get him lightheaded quickly.
"Come with me?" Odell asks, and how could Eli ever say no when he's giving him those baby doll eyes and looking at him like he's the greatest thing that's ever graced the Earth?
All E has to do is nod before he's following him into the bathroom, into the stall, and the door locks behind them. The worst part is that Eli knows better than this. It's incredibly obvious, first off, and second off there's no way in hell he's gonna be able to get off when he's worried and anxious about someone catching them.
O either is enjoying the whole thing or is really desperate for release, because the next thing E knows O's shoving him against the cool metal of the stall door and kissing him, hot and desperate things that curl their way across his lips, and he just keeps letting him do it.
Odell nearly moans when E kisses him back, and things just keep slipping out of Eli's hands; O is just so much and he loves him way too much to resist him when he needs him.
"Give it to me, D--" Odell nearly says the word and Eli has to kiss it roughly right out of him, because of all the things, not that word. Not right now. Not when he's trying to keep himself from giving in, because that one little word will make him do whatever O wants, and right now he just can't. They don't have that kind of time.
"Christ," Eli practically has to grit through his teeth at Odell, has to fight his every last nerve that wants him to stay. "Can't right now, baby."
Odell doesn't answer him, his lips just press against Eli's neck like fire instead and he gets so close to giving in that it nearly aches him to put his hand on Odell's shoulders to get him to stop.
"There's no time," he says reluctantly, and O just pulls away resigned because it seems he knows that too somewhere deep down. His eyes keep searching E's, though, like he's trying to tell if maybe Eli isn't into him, and good god that couldn't be farther from the truth.
Eli's hand is reaching for the lock of the stall, but his hand stills when he finds it, unsure. He really wants nothing more than to stay, especially because O is giving him that pouty look and he wants to kiss it right off his face.
"I promise, baby boy," he says, and drops his hand from the lock and instead reaches to kiss Odell-- hands in his hair, down his face, hot long kisses that E puts his everything into. He's trying desperately to match Odell's intensity, but he's failing to meet the same mark and he knows it.
He looks O in the eyes, hands gripped against his jaw, and it takes everything in E not to give in all over again. "I will make it worth the wait."
He hopes to high heaven Odell holds him to that promise.
a character I didn’t used to like but now do: kurt
a character I used to like but now don’t: puck (thanks m*rk s*lling!)
a character I’m indifferent about: literally like any of the characters that popped up during and after s4 (except brody who can choke and kitty whomst i love)
a character who deserved better: finn
a ship I’ve never been able to get into: honestly...there’s too many to name here
a ship I’ve never been able to get over: finn/rachel
a cute, low-key ship: brittany/santana
an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: SAM/TINA
a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: rachel/brody (there are more, like puck/shelby, but rachel/brody are my instinct here)
my favourite storyline/moment: ok ok i am a Known love triangle hater but the rachel/jesse/finn love triangle was literally so iconic??? finn singing jessie’s girl saved my damn life. also the rachel and shelby storyline bc lea and idina are iconic
a storyline that never should have been written: everything after s3
my first thoughts on the show: i don’t know what’s happening but i can’t stop watching
Read on AO3 | After Barry Allen gets pulled into the Speedforce and seemingly disappears forever, the world gets to meet The Flash again, for the first time. But if the new Flash was hoping for an easy start on the job, he was wrong. This should come as a surprise to absolutely no one.
Chapter 1
The lab is silent, her heels clicking against the floor, the only sound. Nothing else, not even beeping or whirring machines for once. There wasn´t anyone else, except him – and now Iris. Wally had to admit, he drew a sigh of relief. He wasn´t sure, his sister would come. In fact, he probably wouldn´t have blamed her, if she had decided not to show up. He didn´t turn to look at her, not until she stopped next to him.
Iris looked tired, no more than that, exhausted. She worried her lip between her teeth, not meeting Wally´s eyes. She looked like she hadn´t slept in a while, more specifically, in the last two weeks, since it happened. Iris shifted from foot to foot, seeming like she was debating saying something, or running away. Or maybe like she was trying to muster up the courage to actually look at the suit. “It´s different,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” Wally said, shoving his hands into his pockets. It had been a rough couple of weeks, for all of them. But especially for her, naturally. Wally looked up at the suit, it looked a lot like his Kid Flash suit, except the stark yellow was replaced with the same dark red, he wore before. “It was Cisco´s idea mostly. We wanted it to be different from his. So- so, it didn´t just seem like I was the substitute. But like I was the Flash.”
That still felt weird to say. Of course, it did, it had only been two weeks. It wasn´t that he had ever minded working together with Barry, he hadn´t. It had felt great to be a part of a team, to have someone you could rely on. It wasn´t that he did not want to do this either, he did. It was still just a little terrifying, to have to try to be the one with all the answers. Wally crossed his arms, and looked down on the floor.
“You´re gonna do great,” Iris said, a little surer now, looking up to meet his eyes. He tried to give her a smile, which turned out to be more like a grimace probably. At least, he wouldn´t be surprised, if it was. “You are,” she insisted.
“I don´t know- I want to,” Wally said and bit his lip. That was the best way, he could describe, what he felt. Like he wasn´t entirely sure, how this would work out in the end. But he was going to try.
“You´re Wally West and my baby brother, why shouldn´t you be able to be the Flash?” Iris asked, trying to joke. She didn´t sound entirely too convincing, but he still let out a huff of a laugh. She echoed it with a small snicker. Both of them settled back into the silence. It wasn´t entirely comfortable, but Wally had to admit he was glad, Iris was here. Both because of that night, and because of everything that had happened since then.
“I miss him,” Iris said with a quiet, defeated sigh. She was fiddling with her hands, spinning a ring on one of her fingers. Something dropped in Wally´s chest. He hated to watch her be sad, and know there wasn´t really anything he could do to fix it. They might not have grown up together, but she was still his sister.
“I know,” Wally replied.
“We´ll be alright though,” Iris said, turning her head to meet his eyes again. Her eyes looked like they watering. She gave him a small smile, which didn´t reach her eyes. He could still see the sadness written all over her eyes. “I know we will,” she continued, like she was trying to make both of them believe it, not just him.
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“You kinda-” Cindy started, pointing to a patch of burned hair in Cisco´s hairline. He hadn´t realized that the patch was burned until then. It wasn´t that big, thankfully. Cisco just shrugged, pushing open the door to the diner. Cynthia followed closely behind him, and he kind of couldn´t help internally measuring the exact distance between them. He knew that sounded silly, so he made an attempt to stop thinking about it. They headed to the back of the diner, there weren´t a lot of people around this late, but they figured it was better to be a bit hidden away from view.
It had been a long night – Cisco honestly hadn´t known how grateful you could be for 24 hour open diners and fast food places, until he started doing this superhero thing. Even if working until 3 AM hadn´t been unusual, he had never really gotten the appeal of eating fries at that time. Until now. Maybe it was just the increased amount of fighting and superpowers, maybe he just got hungry from it?
The waitress found her way to them, and surprisingly didn´t look surprised by Cisco´s burned small patch, or the ripped sleeve of Cindy´s jacket. Maybe she had just seen worse at 2 AM. They made their orders, and settled in to the silence, as soon as she left. Cisco shifted a little in his seat, he had things he wanted to talk with her about, he just wasn´t sure how to do that.
“I am pretty sure, I have burns to take care of, when I get home – or you know, back to your apartment,” Cindy mumbled, more to herself than to him. The fact that she might have meant, that she thought his apartment was home, was definitely not something, he should be circling in on. She made a face at her arm, and Cisco might have smiled a bit. Not because of the burns, just the scrunchy face. “If we keep this up, I´m going to run out of the disinfectant from 19.”
“How long are you gonna stay?” Cisco asked after a brief silence. He regretted asking the question immediately, because for a moment, she looked like she was going to answer the question, by vibing back to Earth 19 in a second. Thankfully, she didn´t.
“I don´t know yet-” Cynthia replied, giving him a small smile. It didn´t quite reach her eyes. She paused, almost like she wasn´t sure what to say next. Cindy bit her lip. Cisco realized, her vibing home to Earth 19 right this moment, was probably still a possibility. “I mean- there wasn´t a thing, that could stop me from going back, if I wanted to.”
Her tone had an edge to it, but before Cisco could say anything else, the waitress was back. She put down the two cups of coffee and the bagel for him. The waitress gave them a practiced smile before leaving them to themselves again. “I know,” Cisco said, meeting her eyes for a moment. “And you can,” he continued. “If you want to.”
“I don´t think so,” Cynthia concluded, leaning back a little in her seat. Cisco couldn´t help but feel a little bit relieved. She took a long sip of coffee, and her eyes were almost sparkling, when she put the cup back down. “I like it here. It´s easier to get coffee, and besides you´d get blasted by some kind of meta without me.”
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Several people pushed past her, decidedly running away from the fire that had started in one of the apartment complexes in downtown. She moved into an alleyway, away from the masses. Linda could hear the sirens, but she didn´t really notice them. Instead she was rummaging through her bag, pulling out her phone. Quickly tapping, she opened the camera and pulled it up, looking on the screen.
Linda Park had seen a lot of strange things in her time. The guy, she´d had a thing with for a couple of weeks, had turned out to be the Flash. She had turned out to have a doppelganger from a parallel earth, and she´d gotten briefly kidnapped by a super villain. But she also knew the Flash was supposed to be gone, and what she was seeing definitely didn´t look like that.
She took a photo, and watched him – or her, that was possible – move up and down the building. They moved past, in a blink of an eye the lightning illuminating the glass facade. Barry was supposed to be dead, or at least gone. It was ambiguous at least to Iris, and yet here was, what could very well look like the Flash. It could be Kid Flash, who had started running around, or it could be something else entirely. Then Linda practically jumped out of her skin, as he stopped right in front of her, in the mouth of the alleyway.
Well, he definitely looked like the Flash. Or at least kind of like him, the suit was different compared to the one of his predecessor. Linda pushed her hair out of her eyes. He was tall, a lot taller than her. She wasn´t sure, why she noticed that particular detail. His face was blurred, and it was dark enough to not really see anything clearly. “Who are you?” she asked, putting the phone down, almost offering a truce.
“I´m the Flash,” he replied, and it sounded like there was a smirk in his voice. It was the kind of answer that made Linda consider punching him. If he hadn´t potentially been the fastest man alive, that is. The air was buzzing with electricity, probably because of him.
“That´s not really an answer,” she countered, giving him a glare. For a moment, she thought he was going to give her an answer. A clue, something she could use. There was nothing, instead he just sped off again, leaving her alone in the alley. Linda closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She pulled the phone out of her bag, and opened the gallery.
Linda wasn´t entirely, if it was because she was worried, he´d deleted the photo or something like that, but nevertheless she found it again. It wasn´t a great photo, it was taken a little too far away to be perfect. It reminded her of the kind of photos, she would occasionally see Iris sort through before, for her Flash articles. But you could still make him out, he was on the way down the building, lightning trailing behind him. The air was still buzzing a little, even though he could have probably made it to the North Pole by now.
Realizing she was basically just staring at her phone, Linda put it back down in her bag. She wanted to call Iris, because if she didn´t know about this, she probably should. On the other hand, she wasn´t sure, Iris wanted to talk about anything related to the Flash right now. Linda fidgeted with her hands. On the other hand, if Iris did know about this, there was a lot of things she wanted to ask her.
