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New life Day Two of WallArt week: 3 A.M.New life by ~jgirl53
I looked up at the adorably goofy guy that was letting me use his chest as a pillow. I turned my head ever so slightly to the alarm clock on the nightstand. The too bright green numbers flashed out at me 12:23. Great, it was a little past midnight and I just had to wake up. Then the realization as to why I awoke finally hit me, the baby in my swelling stomach was kicking furiously. My body tensed and Wally felt it.
His groggy green eyes snapped to attention, "What's wrong Arty?"
I sat up a bit to try to better feel my bearings. "I… The baby is just kicking."
The now awake speedster sat up with m
Insane~Wally + Artemis~Insane by ~Starlightlovesya123
It is in this one, odd, singular moment that everything changes. It is in this one second, this one feeling, that she loses her guard and pulls back her haughtiness. It is now that she breaks down, and finally gives in. She's tired of fighting. And, more importantly, she's tired of losing every battle she fights.
The way he handles her is so natural it's almost surreal. She never could have thought he would be this gentle. He's stupid, sure, and reckless and cocky. But not oblivious. Not incapable of emotion, either. In some strange, hidden part of him, concealed by those bitter retorts, he cares about her. And he knows th
Warmth Ch. 8 Who Are You?Wally glared at Artemis before he stormed out of the room. He knew it was a bad idea for her to come on this mission, too much pressure to fight against her own family but he was too excited that Red Arrow had finally joined. Besides that she was determined to go, to prove Roy could not replace her. Wally understood that and meant everything he had said to Artemis on the Bioship. Yet when Roy revealed what really happened Wally just snapped. To him what she had done was exactly what a traitor would do, what her father would do.Warmth Ch. 8 Who Are You? by ~queenwren
Wally finally stopped and looked around him; he had stormed off right into the souvenir room. The sleeves were stil
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