A/N: God bless you guys for the reviews. I found myself ridiculous amounts of free today (I went for a walk, for cryin' out loud) and thankfully I can post XD This is the second-last instalment for this story so hang on.

For anyone who isn't sure, Mal is The Herald, Isaiah is Hot Spot and Jericho is. Well, Jericho. I'm zipping a bit from one of my favourite Flinxes (Jinxed for Life, which you should totally check out) that says Jericho used to smoke weed because he's sweet but it's plausible and I needed something to start the chapter. But yeah, my love for Jericho will forever hold no bounds. All right, carry on!

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4.

They think I'm still smoking.

"Media sucks, man."

"Yeah. Robin's gonna explode and talk about bad publicity."

I mean, they're just guessing that I smoke but if I gets out I actually did before, it would be hell.

"Yeah."

"Help. Me."

It's an off-duty Saturday, and the boys have taken over the lounge. After an insane, superpower wrestle for the couch, they've all decided to settle for the floor. Wally has flipped to lie flat on his face after officially quitting the conversation.

He looks up. The others are sprawled out, looking all kinds of obnoxious as they smirk at him.

"Help you what?" Isaiah asks innocently.

"I'm serious, you dick. Every time I try it fails. It's ridiculous. I'm Wally West; I don't fail this much at anything." Wally West looks disbelieving at his own words.

Looks like the Speedster has finally been slowed.

"Look, man, it doesn't have to be an event or anything," says Mal as Wally glares at Jericho.

"Yeah, what makes it special is how her eyes'll look when she says yes. How happy you'll both be. You don't need to make the proposal an event because the wedding will be the event. My girlfriend will go crazy and do all the planning for you, so it'll be great," says Isaiah.

"You really think she'll say yes?" Wally sighs.

They all blink at him and Jericho signs: You really are an idiot.

"Fine, whatever, if you're so good, Mr Crockett, how would you propose to Toni?" Wally says.

"Woah, dude, me and Toni are not ready to be married," he grimaces.

"Just pretend, you ass."

"Fine. You owe me, big time. Give me the ring," grumbles Isaiah. "Who's going to be Argent?"

"Jericho has the most feminine hands," Mal supplies helpfully and Jericho throws him a dirty look but sighs noiselessly as he throws himself onto the couch.

Scowling, Isaiah lowers himself to one knee in front of him and grabs one of those famously feminine hands. "Okay, Jericho, Jaya, Toni, whoever you're supposed to be in this fucked-up roleplay…" he glares at Wally, who grins back broadly.

"I've known you for a relatively long time. And. Okay, sure, sometimes it feels like a hell lot longer."

The others chuckle.

"But sometimes," he continues, his voice softer, "it feels like it could never be enough."

Jericho seems on the brink of dissolving into very girly, very silent giggles but he composes himself quickly as Isaiah continues, "And I know things haven't been perfect. Sometimes they're ridiculously far from it. But things are never going to be perfect," he throws a pointed look at Wally, "but there's no one else I want to live through all the imperfections but you."

Holy Jesus, who knew he could do this professionally?

"So," he pulls the ring from his pocket and slides it over a thin finger, "will you marry me?"

"Oh my God, Isaiah Crockett!" shrieks Jaya from the doorway. "You're asking Toni to marry you? Oh my God, this is so brilliant, are you practising on them? Jericho's hands are feminine but you should try on an actual girl, you can do me next!"

Jericho throws his hands in the air as Wally grimaces and Mal says, "The last bit is the worst thing you can hear from your girlfriend, ever, in the world."

"I can think of worse," Wally mumbles to himself.

"Oh, is that the ring? Let me see!" Jaya exclaims as she catches sight of it on Jericho's ring finger.

"No!" they all shout at once and Isaiah grabs it.

"It's not the actual ring, it's, uh, it's my ring. We're just using it to, uh."

"Practise," finishes Mal as Isaiah forces the ring onto his finger. It gets all the way to his middle knuckle before he gives up.

Jaya's skipped forward to lean against the back of the couch. Now she stares at his hands. "That totally doesn't fit you, dude."

"Yeah, because he usually wears it on his pinkie," Wally says quickly. "Right, guys?" Vigorous nodding from Jericho and some sort of agreeing noise from Mal. "You're really unobservant, Jaybird."

"Yeah," Isaiah looks mildly displeased and purses his lips but jams the ring onto his pinkie.

Jaya smirks as she heads to the fridge, "That's sort of really gay, man."

"Yeah, Isaiah, it's really gay," Mal grins widely and Isaiah looks murderous.

"Anyway, congrats, man. It'll be great," Jaya says as she sticks popcorn into the microwave.

Grumbling insults under his breath at the guys, Isaiah gets up and stalks out.

"Isn't that awesome?" sighs Jaya. She watches the bag inflate as the corn pops.

"Yeah, marriage is…pretty sweet."

Mal and Jericho roll their eyes at him and stare at him, exasperated.

"I can't believe some guys still get down one knee, though. Talk about old-fashioned. I mean, if a guy did that to me, I'd be like, stand the fuck up and tell it to my face, you know what I mean?"

Wally stares hard at her head and hopes that his thoughts can be transferred through the newfound thickness of her skull. Mal and Jericho barely stifle their laughter. Jaya glances up, "Of course, I'd marry you if you so much as looked at me the right way, but whatever." She turns back to her popcorn but not before he sees the blush blooming up her cheeks.

The guys throw him pointed looks, complete with told-you-so jackass smirks, that Wally doesn't think he needs but probably deserves. When Jaya leaves with a bowl of buttery popcorn to watch movies in the TV room with Toni and the other guys finally let their laughter loose, he leans back against the couch.

Wally has the tendency to be somewhat of a massive idiot.

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