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[#019] They're Only Flying Too Close to the Sun (The Flash)
Theme Prompt: #019 - Stereotype
Title: They’re Only Flying Too Close to the Sun
Fandom: DCTV (The Flash)
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 720
Summary: Barry Allen wastes a lot of time disliking Eddie Thawne.
Barry Allen wastes a lot of time disliking Eddie Thawne.
He knows it’s unfair – it’s not Eddie’s fault Barry blew his moment by winding up in a coma for nine months, and it’s not Eddie’s fault that Iris fell in love with him. He actually likes seeing Iris happy, and Eddie certainly makes her happy. But Eddie also happens to be the worst possible person that Iris could have fallen in love with because he’s so perfect.
He’s charming. He’s handsome. He’s funny. He’s in great shape. He’s confident. He’s everything that Barry’s always wanted to be, and he’s ripe to develop stereotypical douchebag behavior, but at the same time he’s not. He’s kind to everyone, even Barry, despite everything that Barry has ever said to him, and it really has a way of making Barry feel crappy. Though Eddie isn’t really doing that on purpose either.
Eddie Thawne is just a nice guy. A guy who could certainly be cruel if he wanted to be, but he doesn’t. Barry wishes half the time that he could just live up to his stereotype just so he could be justified by the weight of jealousy in his gut every time he sees him or sees him and Iris together, but he doesn’t.
At the same time, Eddie is also everything that Barry is not. He’s not a person that lets his past weigh him down like an anchor. He’s not a hero, he simply wants to be a man who does good – who serves justice, one way or another. He doesn’t have to hide who he is from Iris in order to be with her, he just has to be, and that might be the thing that Barry is jealous of most. To be known and loved that wholly and completely.
He knows he’s never going to have it – for their safety and his. But sometimes, it’s all he could ever dream of wanting.
- - - - - -
The shot rings out through the particle accelerator, and for the first time in so long, everything slows down.
Barry half expects to see the whole forming in Eobard’s chest, the blood to blossom and bloom the way it did when Eobard stabbed his mother, but one second drags after another and while something is happening to Eobard – something’s changed - he also knows that that’s not where the gunshot is. He doesn’t want to turn around at first – he doesn’t want to see what his mind already knows is the truth.
Eddie. Gun in his hand. Hole in his chest. It isn’t how the story was supposed to play out, but somehow it is, all at the same time.
“What’s happening?” he manages to sputter out, glancing between Thawne and Eddie’s body as he collapses into Joe’s arms. Barry’s brain listens as Cisco explains the paradox, explains how he’s being erased from existence, but all Barry can see is the man lying limp on the ground. The man resting in Iris’s arms telling her that all he’s ever wanted to do was be her hero.
This doesn’t seem fair, somehow. This doesn’t seem like the sacrifice that should be made, as the clock runs down. It shouldn’t be Eddie dying for a cause that wasn’t his, that he should have never been dragged into in the first place, but he was somehow always a part of.
Barry stays where he is, collapsed against the wall of the particle accelerator, watching as the man he wanted so much to destroy fades to dust, and he can’t even enjoy it.
“Barry?” Cisco asks, and he knows that despite the lack of words involved, he’s asking Barry what they should do. He’s asking Barry to be the leader he’s supposed to be, and right now, Barry doesn’t have any answers. All he can do is watch Iris mourn, watch everyone mourn a man who deserved far better than what he got.
He deserved to be normal, be ordinary, be happy. Instead, he’s lying on the floor of the pipeline, surrounded by broken glass and people who love him, and his entire life, his entire potential, was snuffed out in one fell swoop.
If Eddie Thawne, the perfect man, couldn’t manage to live a perfect life, what chance did the rest of them stand?
Title: They’re Only Flying Too Close to the Sun
Fandom: DCTV (The Flash)
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 720
Summary: Barry Allen wastes a lot of time disliking Eddie Thawne.
Barry Allen wastes a lot of time disliking Eddie Thawne.
He knows it’s unfair – it’s not Eddie’s fault Barry blew his moment by winding up in a coma for nine months, and it’s not Eddie’s fault that Iris fell in love with him. He actually likes seeing Iris happy, and Eddie certainly makes her happy. But Eddie also happens to be the worst possible person that Iris could have fallen in love with because he’s so perfect.
He’s charming. He’s handsome. He’s funny. He’s in great shape. He’s confident. He’s everything that Barry’s always wanted to be, and he’s ripe to develop stereotypical douchebag behavior, but at the same time he’s not. He’s kind to everyone, even Barry, despite everything that Barry has ever said to him, and it really has a way of making Barry feel crappy. Though Eddie isn’t really doing that on purpose either.
Eddie Thawne is just a nice guy. A guy who could certainly be cruel if he wanted to be, but he doesn’t. Barry wishes half the time that he could just live up to his stereotype just so he could be justified by the weight of jealousy in his gut every time he sees him or sees him and Iris together, but he doesn’t.
At the same time, Eddie is also everything that Barry is not. He’s not a person that lets his past weigh him down like an anchor. He’s not a hero, he simply wants to be a man who does good – who serves justice, one way or another. He doesn’t have to hide who he is from Iris in order to be with her, he just has to be, and that might be the thing that Barry is jealous of most. To be known and loved that wholly and completely.
He knows he’s never going to have it – for their safety and his. But sometimes, it’s all he could ever dream of wanting.
The shot rings out through the particle accelerator, and for the first time in so long, everything slows down.
Barry half expects to see the whole forming in Eobard’s chest, the blood to blossom and bloom the way it did when Eobard stabbed his mother, but one second drags after another and while something is happening to Eobard – something’s changed - he also knows that that’s not where the gunshot is. He doesn’t want to turn around at first – he doesn’t want to see what his mind already knows is the truth.
Eddie. Gun in his hand. Hole in his chest. It isn’t how the story was supposed to play out, but somehow it is, all at the same time.
“What’s happening?” he manages to sputter out, glancing between Thawne and Eddie’s body as he collapses into Joe’s arms. Barry’s brain listens as Cisco explains the paradox, explains how he’s being erased from existence, but all Barry can see is the man lying limp on the ground. The man resting in Iris’s arms telling her that all he’s ever wanted to do was be her hero.
This doesn’t seem fair, somehow. This doesn’t seem like the sacrifice that should be made, as the clock runs down. It shouldn’t be Eddie dying for a cause that wasn’t his, that he should have never been dragged into in the first place, but he was somehow always a part of.
Barry stays where he is, collapsed against the wall of the particle accelerator, watching as the man he wanted so much to destroy fades to dust, and he can’t even enjoy it.
“Barry?” Cisco asks, and he knows that despite the lack of words involved, he’s asking Barry what they should do. He’s asking Barry to be the leader he’s supposed to be, and right now, Barry doesn’t have any answers. All he can do is watch Iris mourn, watch everyone mourn a man who deserved far better than what he got.
He deserved to be normal, be ordinary, be happy. Instead, he’s lying on the floor of the pipeline, surrounded by broken glass and people who love him, and his entire life, his entire potential, was snuffed out in one fell swoop.
If Eddie Thawne, the perfect man, couldn’t manage to live a perfect life, what chance did the rest of them stand?