born of stories

hey all.  my name is brodie, i’m thirty & from the UK (gmt timezone) and i use he/him.  this is an independent, selective, multi-fandom & mutuals only multi muse blog featuring canon & original characters alike with a bunch of different verses. 

due to terrible circumstances, this blog will be iconless.

a note for sending memes:  if you are struggling because you’re not sure which muse(s) you want to interact with,  simply send the meme & add the word randomize! to the end of the meme. i will then randomise a muse to reply with. 

prev. heldstars, bornsoft, starlght + more.

“ you know that i love you, right? “

cheeks flush a deep shade of red, almost the same colour as his suit, while fingers find their way to the sides of mick's face. thumbs rub gently against the course skin and he presses their foreheads together. it feels like peace, feels like home. feels like absolute safety. he meets micks' gaze, head tipping just slightly to steal a quick kiss. "i love you too, you big doof."

“Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.”

Hands raise slightly while they walk and she finds herself holding back a laugh, teeth biting her lower lip to hold her expression - to keep it as flat as possible. It isn't really working because the smile is in her eyes. "Alright, alright." Hands fall back down to her sides, slipping into her pockets. "I guess that's just my opinion but I'll keep calling you grumpy pants in public." She offers a little wink, as if she knows a secret that nobody else does.

[ text ] you would date me, right ? I mean, I’m a catch. right ?

[ text — devi ] sure, babe. [ text — devi ] you're the catchiest catch there is 😘

[ text — devi ] can i ask what brought this on? [ text — devi ] you feeling insecure?

[ 📲 • sms: Redacted ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒

[ SMS ] not everyone is as tech savvy as you. [ SMS ] some of us are also busy. [ SMS ] did you need something or did you just want to remind me that i'm ancient?

[ 📲 • sms: Flash ⚡️ ] —— i gave you my number so you could text me punk 😛

[ TEXT — GEEK SQUAD ] I'm sure you've heard of this thing, it's called working? 😉

[ text ] I think you have the wrong number

[ TEXT ] I think you might be right. [ TEXT ] Unless you asked for a bodyguard.

( sms: Hazel 🩺) : please don't say i told you so...

[ TEXT — Dr Doofus ] Mm, no. [ TEXT — Dr Doofus ] I absolutely told you so and you didn't listen. [ TEXT — Dr Doofus ] This right here? Is called karma. 😘

❛  you don’t have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜

there's a gentle tint spreading across his cheeks and he's thanking his lucky stars that the mask is covering ninety percent of that new colour. fingers pull at the edges of his suit - gloves have been removed for comfort because there's no danger, they're just talking. there's no high alerts going on. the calm before the storm, barry thinks. there's usually a day or so of complete silence, only the occasional robbery or break-in before something massive goes down. he leans back against the wall, picking at the fabric absent-minded (he's really got to stop doing that - otherwise cisco will have his head). "you might be one of the very few people who think like that." he always feels the need to play a part, to pretend that he's something else - that he's someone better than himself. he's human, he makes mistakes - but he can't outwardly make mistakes as the flash. the public would likely put his head on a spike.