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Mine | Chapter One
Colson x Original Female Character
A new series for y'all because this man has me on my kneeeeees. No idea how many parts it's going to be.
Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?
Chapter One Warnings/Content: swearing, a little bit of smut, col being a cocky fucker
Hope y'all enjoy! I've had so much fun writing this.
Presley
I have a confession to make.
I was a Machine Gun Kelly hater back in the day.
It’s true. I believed everything the media said, and why would I have challenged it? From what I knew, his music sucked. He was a total asshole. He was a womanizer. He was a poser who switched genres.
Looking back, I’m ashamed of myself for being a follower. I wasted a lot of time judging someone I didn’t know.
I would probably still be a hater if it wasn’t for my twin brother, Cash.
Cash and I were raised by music-loving parents (if you couldn’t tell by our names). We grew up playing instruments and going to shows. Cash and I got our first tattoos on our 16th birthday, and by the time we were 19, I already had a full sleeve and Cash had a neck tat. We’ve continued to collect ink ever since, and now that we’re 23, we’re both pretty covered.
We have an impressive collection of piercings, too. We both have our nostrils pierced, though he wears two rings and I wear a stud because of my septum piercing. Cash’s lip is pierced and both of our ears are full of piercings. I have my belly button and nipples. It’s been fun growing up with such accepting parents.
We’ve both spent lots of time pursuing art in some way or another. I play guitar and sing in a few local bands, but it’s nothing serious. I prefer body art, and that’s why I’m a piercer. I pierce at a tattoo shop in the city and make bank. People in this hipster city love their piercings.
Cash and I are best friends. We run in the same friend group and spend a lot of time together. We had our rows as kids, but we’ve always gotten along and been super close. So when he got the opportunity of a lifetime, I was hugely supportive, even though it broke me knowing I wouldn’t be able to see him every day anymore.
About six months ago, someone reached out to Cash through his Instagram. He has tons of followers and he’s a super talented guitarist. The guy who messaged Cash happened to be none other than Machine Gun Kelly himself. He wanted Cash to be a part of their band and tour with them.
We were sure it was a hoax, even though it was his official account messaging Cash. We thought it was too good to be true until Colson — MGK’s real name, by the way — passed Cash’s number to his management, and the very next day, Cash had a Zoom meeting set up to meet with Colson and management.
Cash was so serious about it that he wouldn’t let me sit in on the meeting, no matter how silent I promised to be and no matter how many times I assured him that I wouldn’t be on camera. I had to settle for listening through the door. I couldn’t hear much, but I knew it was a positive meeting.
13 days later, Cash packed his stuff and flew to LA to meet up with the band. The band itself is called Machine Gun Kelly, even though the lead singer/rapper goes by that name. It doesn’t make much sense to me, but whatever.
As soon as Cash was gone and I found myself lonely as hell, I decided to check out MGK’s music. The longer I sat and listened, the more pissed off I became with myself for having deprived myself of such good music for so long. I started with Tickets to My Downfall and then got hooked on Hotel Diablo. I ventured to Bloom, Lace Up, General Admission, and then onto songs you could only find on YouTube.
Bottom line: I was obsessed.
Well, let’s not get dramatic. I fell in love with the music and developed a crush on the very man I’d hated just a month before. And I felt like an asshole for it. I still do.
I miss Cash a ton. But his life is amazing now. He’s traveling with a hugely famous band, gaining followers every single show, and better yet, he gets along with the guys great. There’s Colson, of course, and then Rook, the drummer. Baze plays the bass and Slim does a lot of keyboard and sound stuff. Justin plays guitar alongside Cash, and Colson plays, too. They party a ton, but they also go out to eat, take trips together, and hang out constantly. I’ve never heard Cash so happy when we talk on the phone.
I’ve had a shitty day. Clients were dicks, especially the guy who wanted a Prince Albert and got a little excited during the piercing process. If that wasn’t bad enough, he hit on me before one of my tattoo artists came in and dragged him out of the shop. The encounter left me feeling shaky, and by the time I get into my apartment, my hands are a trembling mess.
I sigh and toss my keys into their designated bowl, then kick off my Doc Martens, trudging to the kitchen. I grab a Mountain Dew from the fridge and find my weed pen on the counter, taking a long pull until I cough out a huge puff. I’ll feel better very soon.
After changing into comfortable clothes and washing off my makeup, my black hair tossed into a bun, I curl up on the couch with a stupid scary movie. Almost immediately, my phone lights up with a FaceTime from Cash.
I answer the call and there’s his grinning face. I don’t think we look much alike. I have my mom’s raven hair and he has our dad’s blonde curls that he wears long on top and short on the sides and in back. My jade green eyes are the opposite of his chocolaty brown ones, so dark they’re almost black. We do have the same dimples, though.
“Hey, Cash,” I greet.
“Pres!” He says happily, and I can’t help but smile. “You good, sis?”
I shrug, smiling weakly. “Rough day at work.”
Normally he’d ask, but he’s clearly not calling to chat. He has news. I can see the excitement all over his face. “Fuck that,” he says. “Can you take some time off?”
My brow arches. “For what?”
“I want you to come visit!” He says. “Ride on the tour bus with us. Come to a few shows. I miss you and everyone wants to meet you.”
My stomach flips. “Wait, seriously?” I ask warily. “The band and management are okay with this?”
“Kells suggested it!” Cash replies, eyes wide with joy. Kells — MGK, Colson. A man of many names, apparently.
I’m still skeptical. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. I’m not fun enough to hang with them. It may appear that way based on my career and the fact that I play live music, but I’m boring. All I want to do is smoke weed and maybe go out to eat. I don’t really like to drink and big crowds make me anxious.
“You wouldn’t, I swear,” Cash continues, still trying to convince me.
“Cash…” I bite down on my lip. “I don’t know.”
Cash turns his head and talks to someone but I miss what he says. My brow furrows, and then the phone is being passed. I swear to god I stop breathing when my brother’s face disappears and Colson’s takes its place.
God. This man has no business being as hot as he is. His bone structure is unreal. In another life, he could be a successful model. He’s got the height and the body for it. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he matches my vibe. His hair is bleach blonde and messy, currently, so long it almost covers his eyes until he flicks it away and pushes it back, rings glinting on his long fingers. Christ.
“Hey, Presley,” he greets like we’re old friends.”
“Um, hi,” I say after a moment. How could Cash just throw me onto FaceTime with Colson fucking Baker?! Cash doesn’t know about my crush, but still, he’s a big celebrity. I needed more time to prepare.
“What Cash isn’t saying is that it’s non-negotiable. You’re coming,” he says casually. “We’re going to be in Detroit next Saturday and you can just join us then.”
“My job—”
“Cash already told me it’s easy for you to take time off,” Colson interrupts. Dammit, Cash.
“Well, tell Cash that not all of us are famous rockstars like he is and that some of us still have rent to pay,” I say, loud enough for Cash to hear.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Colson says. “Cash already paid for your next three months’ rent.”
I blink. “Cash David Carver,” I say, tone clipped. “What the hell?”
Cash’s face pops in as he throws an arm around Colson’s shoulders with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gotta take care of my little sister,” he explains.
“You’re 12 minutes older than me,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Still,” Cash says annoyingly. “Come on, Pres, come see me.”
I sigh. I don’t have to worry about rent for three months. Cash was right, it’s easy to take time off. It means the other piercer gets way more hours and makes more money. I’ve been there for long enough that I can do pretty much whatever I want. I chew on my lip.
“Fine,” I say, and Cash cheers. Colson smiles, and fuck, what an adorable smile. Crinkly eyes and all.
“We’ll see you next Saturday,” Cash says. “Maybe get a friend to drive you. We’ll get you both backstage passes and tickets for the show.”
Holy hell.
“Okay,” I say, head still spinning. I can’t even believe this is real.
“Alright, we gotta go. Love you, Pres,” Cash says.
“Looking forward to meeting you,” Colson says.
“Yeah, me too,” I say. “Love you, too, Cashy. See you soon.”
The FaceTime ends and I’m left sitting on my couch, knowing that in less than two weeks, I’ll be riding on Machine Gun Kelly’s tour bus. I’ll be at shows. It occurs to me that my wardrobe is not good for the paparazzi pictures in which I very well may appear.
I need to go shopping.
I need to mentally prepare.
Somehow.
Colson
“Daddy!” Her voice is almost a shriek and I smirk around the gum in my mouth as I go harder, bringing a hand down onto her ass as I do. God, she sounds like a fucking pornstar, the way she’s moaning and crying over my dick. I’m sure some of it is for show, but the way she’s clenching ain’t fake.
“Fuck,” I mutter lowly, grabbing her hips for leverage as I fuck her harder, feeling myself start to get close.
“Oh fuck, Kells!” Her back arches and her pussy seizes me as she comes, ass pressing back. Feeling her lose it gets me, too, and with a curse, I come, too.
Once I catch my breath, I pull out and get rid of the condom. Panting, she pulls her panties back up and shoves her skirt down. She tries to fix her hair, but it’s a damn mess, and there’s mascara smeared on her cheek and her lipstick is pretty much everywhere but her lips. It’s definitely on my dick, that I know for sure.
I button my jeans and smirk at her, reaching a hand out to help her up. She smiles shyly and I lead the way out of my bunk and into the main space of the tour bus.
“We gotta take off soon,” I explain, bending to kiss her cheek. “It’s been fun, Sabrina.”
Her blonde brows furrow. “Savannah,” she says flatly.
“Shit. Sorry,” I say, giving her my brightest smile. It works. She smiles, too, batting her eyelashes.
“Goodnight, Kells,” she says, fluttering her fingers in a wave as she steps off the bus.
“Goddamn, aren’t you tired?” I turn around to see Cash and Rook on the couch, grinning proudly. Cash’s question has me considering.
“Yeah. I am,” I admit, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. I plop into one of the cushy chairs and prop my feet on the table. “That’s life, though, boys.”
Rook snorts and Cash smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. I love the kid. I’m glad he’s on tour with us. He’s fucking sick on the guitar and he gets along great with all of us. He’s always down for a good time and he’s a great wingman. I think it’s those damn dimples and the curly blonde hair.
My mind flashes to Cash’s twin sister, Presley. From what I’ve seen in pictures, she looks nothing like Cash. Her hair is black and her eyes are a piercing green. She’s tatted and pierced like him, and though she’s not as tall as he is at 6’2”, she still has legs that go on for miles. She’s hot as fuck, and I’m excited she’s going to be joining the tour for a bit.
As if Cash is reading my mind, he brings her up. “I can’t wait for Pres to join us. She’s my best fucking friend, man.”
“I can’t imagine having a sister,” I say. “Especially a twin.”
“Is that telepathy shit legit?” Rook asks between puffs off a joint.
Cash plucks the joint from his fingers and takes a long drag before passing it to me. The smoke is sweet as it fills my lungs, and I follow up the first hit with another until my head tingles.
“Yeah,” he admits, nodding. “I got in a car crash when we were in high school. Broke my leg and needed stitches in my forehead. Presley had no idea but she left school with a raging headache and a limp.”
“No fucking way,” I say. “Seriously?”
“It’s crazy,” he says. “That’s kind of why I’m glad she’s coming. I can tell she’s not doing so hot.”
I frown, not liking the way his words make my stomach hurt a little. I don’t even know this chick. I shouldn’t really care. But she’s my friend’s sister, so I guess it makes sense. “What’s wrong? Shitty boyfriend?” I ask.
Cash barks such a loud laugh that Rook and I both freeze, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Sorry,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head. “Pres has never had a boyfriend.”
“How?” I blurt before I can stop myself. I clear my throat. “I mean, she’s hot. Respectfully,” I add.
Cash chuckles. “Guys want her. They’re all over her,” he says, and I notice the way his hand tightens protectively on the armrest. “She doesn’t want any of them. We tell each other everything, but she doesn’t date. Dunno why.”
“Hm,” I reply. Interesting. I don’t date either, but I do fuck. Maybe his sister is the same way. Good news for me, if so.
“So on that note,” Cash says. “She’s off limits. No hitting on my sister.”
I’m visibly disappointed and Cash narrows his eyes at me. “I mean it, Kells.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Loud and clear.”
“But what if she hits on me first,” Rook asks, and when Cash swats him, he cackles.
I sit back in the chair and take another drag off the joint. What’s the point of Cash’s sexy ass sister coming on tour if I can’t touch her? I have a feeling she’s even hotter in person. Oh well. I’ll have to deal with it. Cash is my boy and I’ll respect his wishes.
It might be a little cocky to think she’d want me back if I made a move, but I haven’t been rejected since high school. It doesn’t happen when you’re at the place I am. Hell, I don’t even have to ask anymore. Girls, quite literally, throw themselves at me, along with their panties, bras, and even a vibrator one time. That was an interesting show. Funny as fuck watching Reed pluck it off the stage.
I hear what Cash says, but there’s some weight to what Rook said, too. What if she wants me? Am I expected to reject her? Shit, I won’t be doing that. We’ll just have to see what happens.
XX
Our Detroit show comes on fast. It’s been a crazy week, and to be honest, I haven’t been thinking about Cash’s sister at all. There are plenty of other girls to keep me occupied.
So when I’m backstage smoking a joint and Cash walks back with a couple of girls, I’m intrigued. I get up from the chair I’m in, but as I get closer, I recognize her. Cash’s sister. And fuck if she doesn’t take my breath away, as stupid as that sounds.
Because holy shit. When I say Presley Carver is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, I’m not lying. Pictures don’t do this girl justice, and her pictures are pretty damn hot. There are those gorgeous legs beneath a short leather skirt. A tiny sliver of tanned stomach is visible beneath her shirt, a simple t-shirt tied in a knot at the bottom. Black, leather boots with a heel, making those legs even longer. Her hair is left down and straight, and I can see the green of her eyes from twenty feet away.
I basically tuck my tongue back into my mouth before snuffing the joint out and going over to say hi like a gentleman. The three of them are chatting with Ashleigh and Olivia, but Presley looks up as I come over, and for the few seconds that our eyes are locked on one another, I feel a bolt of electricity shock through me. She blinks and looks away, but there’s a little smirk on her face.
“Cash, gonna introduce me?” I ask, putting a hand to Cash’s shoulder.
“Yeah, Kells, this is my sister, Presley,” he says.
“Nice to meet you,” Presley says, holding out a hand.
I smirk and step forward to hug her instead. “Nah, fuck that, we hug around here,” I say, noticing the way her head tucks into my neck, inhaling the smell radiating from her hair — something sweet and sugary. She smells like fucking candy and for a second, I can’t help but wonder what she tastes like.
As I pull away, Cash gives me a warning glance, but I just smile. “And this is her friend, Sadie.”
“Hi Sadie,” I say, hugging her as well. She’s cute, but she isn’t Presley Carver. No one is.
“Thanks again for being so generous,” Presley says. God, her voice is hot, too. Sultry and low, slightly raspy. She sounds like she’d be one hell of a singer.
“No problem,” I say. “Make yourselves at home.” I need to finish my joint and take a piss before I get out onstage, and as much as I want to stay here and stare, I have shit to do. I wave and walk away. I glance over my shoulder after a few seconds and catch Presley staring. She jumps a little and immediately focuses on what Cash is saying, but she looks flustered. I notice the shape of her long black nails as she tucks her hair behind her ear and I shiver. Focus, Colson. You have a show to do.
But somehow knowing Presley is watching makes me go harder. Makes me take my shirt off and put on a good show of thrusting at my guitar. I drag my fingers down my body, grab my cock over my pants. Old Colson is coming out. The kid who used to suck tits onstage. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him. He was fun. I stopped acting that way when I met…never mind.
I like that this girl is making me find my old self onstage. I completely give into it, and it’s my best show of the entire tour. Detroit is lucky Presley Carver is in their presence.
After the show, I chug a full bottle of water, accepting daps and high fives and hugs backstage. I hate how my eyes are searching for her. Cash was very clear — hands off his sister. Which is such a dick move. Has he seen his sister? I mean, I know that’s his sister but he’s not blind. Right?
“Great show.” I jump a little when I hear that slightly raspy voice behind me, and when I turn around, my breath hitches. She looks even better a little sweaty from the show, black hair slightly mussed up.
I clear my throat and put on a smirk to hide how flustered this girl has me. “Thanks. You had fun?”
“Oh, yeah,” she says, her eyes bright. “You guys put on a good show.”
I mop my face with my sweaty t-shirt and flick my hair out of my eyes. “Did you sing along to any songs?” I ask, my not-so-subtle way of figuring out whether or not she knows our music.
Her grin is a little sly. “Maybe,” she says with a little shrug.
My brow arches. “C’mon, you’re gonna leave a guy hanging?” I ask. I really want to know if she actually likes my music.
“Pres, quit acting mysterious,” Cash says when he steps up beside me, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “She listens to your shit. She knows all the words.”
“Cash!” Presley hisses, giving him a look.
“What?” Cash blanches. “It’s true!” He turns to me. “As soon as I joined y’all she started listening.”
“So you didn’t listen before we kidnapped Cash?” I ask. For some reason, I like that she hasn’t always been a fan.
She shrugs. “Not really.” Now she looks a little sheepish. “I was missing out, though.”
“You should've heard the shit she said about you when Killshot came out,” Cash adds, and when Presley stomps on his toe, he yelps. “Ow, what the fuck!”
“Cash, you’re such a dick,” she groans. She looks up at me and smiles weakly. “He’s exaggerating.”
I’m amused as fuck. All I can do is laugh. I don’t give a fuck whose side she was on when that all went down. She’s backstage at my show now, and I saw the way she looked at me earlier. She’s into me. There’s no way she’s not.
“I’m gonna go find a bathroom,” Presley mutters, shooting one last glare at Cash before she turns on her heel and stomps away. And maybe my eyes fall on her ass, the way her waist curves out into smooth hips. Cash elbows me, and now it’s my turn to yelp.
“C’mon, I was just looking!” I insist.
“Yeah, looking at my sister like you want to fuck her,” Cash says, but he’s still grinning a little. The smile fades and he clears his throat. “Look. She’s a good girl.”
A quick burst of irritation blooms in my chest. “Are you saying I’m a bad guy?”
“No!” Cash insists, eyes widening. “Not at all. She just…she’s different, Kells. And she’s my sister. I don’t want anyone taking advantage of her.”
“Taking advantage?” I blurt in outrage.
“No, Kells I — fuck.” Cash tears his hands through his messy hair. “Please.”
I sigh, the fight going out of me, and nod. “I won’t do anything,” I mutter.
“You promise?” The kid asks.
I have half a mind to make fun of him for the juvenile ass question, but I just nod. “Promise,” I sigh. Cash relaxes after that and he claps me on the back before jogging away to find some of the other guys.
I’m annoyed now. I want a shower and something to eat. And my dick is a little bit hard in my jeans. I shift and then walk stiffly outside to the tour bus.
Sure enough, a group of girls squeals when I come outside. They’re hanging near the tour bus and I quickly scan the group for the hottest one. There’s a cute brunette and I decide she’s the one. I approach the fence and reach for her hand. Her eyes twinkle.
“You busy right now?” I ask.
She looks to her friend whose eyes are bugging out of her head. “Nope,” she says.
I smirk. This will be a good distraction. Just what I need.
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American Geopolitics: Corporations over Citizens
So 'Jim Crow Joe' Biden signed a $95.3B Foreign Aid Bill for Ukraine, Israel, & Taiwan. Most Americans think that Border Security is a higher priority, but as expected, Congressional Democrats were in lock step w/ Biden's Warmonger Agenda. Members of the CBC & Progressive Party played a major role, providing overwhelming support for this measure. $1B in Military Aid is slated to go to Ukraine WITHIN HOURS of signing this Bill, but a Military Package estimated at $300M was secretly shipped and was already being used last Week. The $61B 'Foreign Aid Package' for Ukraine includes:
$23.2B slated to replenish U.S. Defense stockpiles
$11.3B for current Ukrainian Defense operations
$13.8B for future Ukrainian Defense measures
This is on top of the $113B in American Aid already sent. The Package also includes $26B for Israeli Defense, w/ $1B set aside for 'Aid Relief' in Gaza, & $8B going to Taiwan. This sounds like a good thing for Defense Contractors, Lobbyists, & Commercial Banks (The Industrial Military Complex), but there is No Mention of funding for America's porous Southern Border.
Volodomyr Zelenskyy's Government has received over $300B in Global Aid for his War, but all he has to show for it are 500,000+ slain Ukrainian Soldiers, devasted Cities, & Tens of Millions of displaced Citizens. Accounts of WHERE these resources have gone are murky at best. Reports of American Weapons & Relief Materials appearing on the Ukrainian Black Market have persisted since shipments began. It's apparent that the situation is Critical. Ukraine has recently issued a Draft, calling ALL Ukrainian Men of fighting age to return Home to join the Theater of Battle; failure to do so, will lead to being labeled a 'Draft Dodger'. Meanwhile, rumors have circulated that 1,000- 2,000 French Infantrymen (possibly French Foreign Legionaries) have joined Ukrainian Soldiers on the Battlefield; discarding their French Uniforms & donning Ukrainian ones.
Taking ALL of these factors into account, why is The Biden Administration throwing more Money at Ukraine? Why isn't NATO trying to negotiate a Truce between Putin & Zelenskyy (i.e. Istanbul Summit Communique)? A recent Summit in Switzerland showed that Volodomyr Zelenskyy is sticking to his guns. He is demanding the Same Terms that he offered at the Beginning of the Conflict. Vladimir Putin obviously has momentum, so why is NATO & Ukraine refusing to hear his Terms? The effort by Western Powers & the WEF to humiliate Putin publicly & topple his government has been a dismal failure. The Sanctions placed on Russia have not worked; in fact, it has galvanized the Russian Public & made Vladimir Putin something of a Super Star in the Global South.
Despite U.S. imposed Sanctions, Russia continues to have robust trade w/ several Western European Nations. Germany & France alone have spent Billions on Russian Fertilizer & Timber. Billions more in Natural Resources like Coal, Cobalt, Copper, Tungsten, & Zinc are also being sold throughout Europe. China & North Korea are purchasing the Natural Gas & Oil that once flowed through the Nord Stream Pipeline, & Global South Nations are purchasing Russian Armaments. To be clear, Russia isn't starving. In fact, The Russian Ruble is stronger than it was Last Year. Julius Malema recently stated that Russia's & South Afrika's Gold & Platinum wealth will be the backbone of a BRICS Currency. Saudi Arabia has already began accepting Rubles over American Petrodollars. All of this may explain The Biden Administration's determination to press on in Ukraine.
Military Minds like Scott Ritter & Col. Douglas MacGregor have been talking about Russian dominance over NATO in Ukraine since The War began. They both point out how the diplomatic moves being made by Vladimir Putin are well thought out, & Geopolitical Minds like John Mearsheimer agree. Putin is playing a Long Game, & his actions have aroused 'Russian Patriots'. Since the 'Special Operation' in Ukraine began, the Russian Army has grown from 900,000 Soldiers to over 1.4 Million. Even Men over 40 are seeking Enlistment. Roughly 1,400 Men/Day are volunteering to join the Battle in Ukraine. Meanwhile, Ukrainian Soldiers are SERIOUSLY depleted, & American Armed Forces Enlistment numbers are down; THIS may explain the number of Young Male Illegal Immigrants being allowed into the Country. The Roman Empire also faced an Enlistment problem; They hired Visigoth Mercenaries to beef up their numbers. History shows how THAT worked out for the Romans.
The Role of Multinational Corporations in all of this has to be considered. Black Rock is buying up large tracts of land in Ukraine, while Defense Contractors rake in 10s of Billions from U.S. Military Aid Packages. The Pentagon says that We have to replenish the stocks that are being shipped to Ukraine & Israel, but neither Front has an 'End Game'. Volodomyr Zelenskyy is fighting a losing battle; he doesn't have enough Soldiers to confront a growing Russian Army; he doesn't even have enough Experienced Soldiers to operate the equipment that Biden intends to ship. As for Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu has been very successful in devastating the Gaza Strip, but he hasn't done any real damage to Hamas. Meanwhile, Hezbollah is forcing Israeli Settlers South, & the Houthis have hurt Israel economically... Now Iran has SERVED NOTICE on Israel that their vaunted Air/ Missle Defense Systems (& America's) cannot stop a [bonafide] Iranian assault.
Back in America, Detroit, Flint, & Jackson Ms. STILL need clean drinking water! The Gulf States STILL suffer from the effects of Hurricane Katrina, & Our Roads, Bridges, & Tunnels continue to deteriorate. $200B would go a long way to solving some of these Home Grown problems. Corporations can make their money HERE; improving Trade Routes & increasing the incomes of American Workers. Why isn't this a priority? 'Jim Crow Joe' likes to tout Job Growth numbers, but these are mostly 'Gig Economy' Jobs, or Jobs that offer 30hrs/ Week, w/ NO BENEFITS. Then there's the Border Crisis. Improving the Southern Border IS a National Security Issue, but it's been put on the back burner- Why is that? Why are MILLIONS of unvetted Young Men not just being allowed into America, but also being subsidized?
Why are struggling Black Communities being forced to compete w/ these Men for resources meant for Us? Why are Black Politicians ignoring their Constituents & lending their support to these people, along w/ 2 Wars that have NOTHING to do w/ Us? The 'Fix' is obviously In, but We WILL have the Last Laugh on Election Day.
-Best believe That!
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Andy and I both grew up in middle class families. Mine was lower middle class, I guess: my parents owned a house, but it was a very small split level in a shabby housing development full of other families without a lot to spare. We had round-Robin bags of hand-me-down clothes that went around the neighborhood and the first actual vacation that wasn't either a visit to or funded by grandparents was when I was in my teens. Andy's family started off with more money but then his dad opened a business that failed and he remembers the line between "could afford to do stuff" and "couldn't" - his grandma bought out the mortgage for their house so they wouldn't lose it but never let Andy's dad live it down.
In part because of how money looked in our early lives and in part because of who we are, we've always been pretty careful with money, planning and saving and putting aside for retirement, but also, at my insistence, doing things like travel and taking vacations and replacing broken or worn out stuff. We both work professional jobs and Andy in particular makes good money. (My company underpays me against industry standard, but we live in a low-COL area and there are a bunch of things I don't want to give up for more money elsewhere.)
This plays out in weird ways in our adult lives, especially as parents. Like, we both struggle with dumb splurges. Andy got me a heated mattress pad a few years ago, and it is just about dead, but for some reason we've both put off ordering a new one because it's not TOTALLY dead, even though the whole point is to get into a warm bed, not a chilly bed that might eventually warm up at some point. My older kid loves new things and also loses stuff a lot, but Andy will buy her a new pair of crappy plain black headphones to replace lost ones because she's just going to lose them again... But if he bought her a nicer pair in a fun color that fit her well, she'd be less likely to lose them. We are trying to figure out how to teach our kids to be grateful for what we have without giving them weird complexes about money, because we both grew up in homes where we just mostly didn't ask for stuff because then our parents would be put in the position of saying no. The holidays in particular are especially hard to navigate when it comes to money stuff.
Also, a weird little thought, now that we're more comfortable (like, don't have to check my bank account before I go grocery shopping), it's harder to find little splurge things for little special occasions. If I can always afford the good fancy cheese, then it's less of an occasion to get the good fancy cheese. Filling Andy's stocking is harder every year because the quality of stuff we use increases and then it lasts longer and then I don't need to replace it in his stocking.
I don't really have a point with all of this, it's just been on my mind a lot lately. It's very weird to be an adult and be in charge of making choices about money, especially in a country so obsessed with conspicuous consumption.
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Tiptoeing through the “Best Seller” guest cast
Erik Palladino as Special Deputy U.S. Marshal Vostanik Sabatino
Vostanik is back from season 13’s “Hard for the Money”.
Bill Goldberg as DOJ Agent Lance Hamilton
Lance is back from season 13’s “Bonafides”.
On set.
David Paul Olsen as Tom Olsen
Last seen as Tom Olsen in “Human Resources”.
Lesley Boone as Nina Barnes
Back from “A Long Time Coming” crossover episode.
On set.
Natalia Del Riego as Rosa Reyes
Back from “Survival of the Fittest” in November.
Gianni DeCenzo as Luke Austin
Plays Demetri Alexopoulos in Cobra Kai. Was Owen in the “All or Nothing” season 19 episode of NCIS.
Guest roles include The Middle, The League, Back in the Game, Liv and Maddie and 100 Things to Do Before High School.
Eddie Kaulukukui as Army Col. Tuivasa
Appeared in episodes of The Ex List, Hawaii Five-0, Off the Map, Parings, Criminal Minds, Strange Angel, Corporate, I Know What You Did Last Summer and SWAT.
Daya Vaidya as Marina
Was Nina Inara in Unforgettable, Jen Kowski in Bosch and played Keisha “Summer Diamond” Scott in NCIS’s season two “Pop Life” episode.
Guest starred in episodes of One World, Hyperion Bay, Haunted, Robbery Homicide Division, Cuts, All of Us, Lincoln Heights, Dexter, Two and a Half Me, Twisted, Castle, General Hospital, Major Crimes, Good Trouble, The Black Hamptons and Grey’s Anatomy.
Katrina Begin as Lauren Olsen
Guest roles include Grounded for Life, E-Ring, ER, Gossip Girl, The Agency, No Ordinary Family, Devious Maids, Good Behavior, Rebel, Boomtown, Single Parents and Walker.
Duncan Campbell as NCIS Special Agent Castor
Back from “Blood Bank”. So he got up.
Written by: Kyle Harimoto wrote "Omni", "Merry Evasion", "Chernoff, K", "Command and Control" as episode 150, "Granger, O.", "Ghost Gun", "Kulinda", "767", "Se Murio El Payaso", "Assets"/"Liabilities", "Venganza", "Superhuman", "One of Us" (with Lance Hamilton), "Let Fate Decide" (season 11 premiere), "Decoy" (with Lance Hamilton), "Answers" , "Watch Over Me" (with Lance Hamilton), "Cash Flow", "Fukushu", "Bonafides” (with Lance Hamilton), “Come Together” (season 13 finale) and “Of Value”. He co-wrote "Three Hearts", "Leipei", "Humbug", both ends of the "Matryoshka" two-parter, "Smokescreen" part two, "Searching" (with Lance Hamilton), "A Fait Acompli" and "A Tale of Two Igors" (season 12 finale).
Directed by: James Hanlon who directed "War Cries", "The Grey Man", "Kolcheck, A", "Driving Miss Diaz", "Command and Control" (number 150), "Angels and Daemons", "Where There’s Smoke", "Black Market", "Tidings We Bring", "Can I Get a Witness?", "Cac Tu Nhan", "A Diamond in the Rough", "Into the Breach", "Human Resources”, “Commitment Issues”, "The Nobel Maidens" and “Murmuration”.
On set.
Grateful to the crew.
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"Mary Colleen Concepta Murphy!"
A flurry of long dark hair and limbs were all Minnie Sheehan and James Murphy saw as they managed to finally open the door to their teenage daughter's bedroom. Them calling her full government name was all she heard. She stopped to blow a kiss to her very best friend in the whole world and she was off like a rocket down Cotter Street and away from everything she'd ever known. Somewhere behind her and to her right she heard Jimmy fire up the ancient station wagon and back out of the driveway. She continued to run out onto Smith street Jimmy following pushing her to double down and book it harder. The Reynolds' dog ran out in front of her causing her to twirl around it light on her feet, the station wagon inching towards her causing her heart to hammer harder. Out of the alley leading from the Tin Loon Chinese restaurant and the Speedy Cleaners she heard a familiar rumble the shot coated Ford that was driven by her
She had withdrawn all of her savings in her account and cashed out the CD Nana Murphy had gifted her. The love she felt for her family had been overshadowed by meeting her soulmate. Yes, she was well aware that they were young and the world was cruel but Jasper Emmett Kennedy felt like the safest place in the world. He was home. Wherever he went she vowed and wanted to follow. She had left a note explaining exactly why they had to leave. They had to take life by the horns and just go. As if merely the thought of him summoned him like angel from above, his grey shot coated Ford with flames on the hood pulled up further ahead. She had a promising future in track and field until she'd found out she'd been waitlisted by damn near every college she'd applied to. Why wait for a future that wasn't set in stone? Yes, she had loved running and was damn good at it but there was so much more to life than competing in sport and getting degrees. The fact that her guidance counselor thought she was a lost cause from an 'economically challenged' home didn't help her cause and her transcripts now sat in some filing cabinet in Charles S. Buckman High school collecting dust and showing in bold type that she had been an honors students all throughout her schooling. Life was more than scraping by and hoping that you were happy like Jimmy and Minnie ended up having to do. They had been the ones to tell her to follow her heart and follow her dreams and that there wasn't anything that she couldn't accomplish if she set her mind to it. So here she was, savings in a bank envelope, traveling light with the clothes she packed, her toothbrush and her stuffed tiger, Striper wrapped carefully in her baby blanket Minnie had made her. Her important papers were held in a ziplock to keep water out just in case Jasper's soft top leaked somewhere along the line.
"COLLY WAIT!"
Brakes squealed as Jimmy stopped the Murphy Mobile as Col called it, to a dead stop in the middle of the street. It was at the moment that Minnie's head popped out of the passenger side window.
"I love you both."
She blew them a kiss and took off down the street to where the Ford sat idling and all but leaped over the door to get into the passenger seat. Back home in what was once her bedroom with it's white wicker furniture and ballet slipper pink walls was a message written in Ruby Rouge lipstick were the words she had felt for a very long time.
"We were not born to drown."
She leaned over and kissed Jasper so hard she felt a squeak as lips crushed together in a frantic exchange of souls and breath.
"Call us if you need anything! We love you both!"
Was what passersby heard Minnie shout as Jimmy wrapped an arm around his wife's slight form as she waved teary eyed.
"You take care of our girl, Kennedy! Love you more...Love you more..."
For the first time since his daughter had come into the world James Patrick Murphy cried as he watched her spread her wings with a man that he knew was going to be rock solid...even if he was still a kid himself.
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“Lend Me Your Ears By R. D. BOUCHETTE,” Vancouver Sun. March 2, 1931. Page 6.
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There's Still Hope - Artistry Re-born - Sir Charles Chaplin - Trouble in Zion
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Those who fall to discern the tiniest gleam of hope for humanity, might pay a visit to the formidable grey fortress, which is the British Columbia penitentiary, on New Westminster's outskirts.
There, under the kindly but watchful eyes of Col. C. E. Edgett, the warden, is going on a process of human rehabilitation, of which we know very little. We, for the most part, are ignorant of it because we cease to interest ourselves in a man once he becomes a number. We forget that if the penitentiary fails to cure that man of his anti-social aliment we shall pay for it.
Warden Edgett's mission is not so much to punish the criminal, as to make him a law-abiding citizen. He does not, however, speak of it as his mission. He says it is the purpose of the Canadian penitentiary system.
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Facts speak for them selves, and how well Warden Edgett is succeeding in his work is revealed in the figures.
During his two years as "premier" of this limbo state, Col. Edgett has discharged 200 men from New Westminster. Two of them are again behind the highly-polished steel bars. Another two are in Oakalla. Four more are doing time in the United States.
This means that more than 90 per cent have reformed their lives. We know that they have reformed, for if they still followed lives of violence, sooner or later they would be in the hands of the police.
***
Out at New Westminster penitentiary, last week, I saw George Paradise, serving a three-year term for selling narcotic drugs.
I remember speaking to Paradise two years ago at police headquarters, just after he had "beaten the rap" on a drug-possession charge.
"Why don't you quit taking dope?" someone asked him.
"Quit dope?" Paradise laughed bitterly. "You may take a child from its mother. but never will you take the love of that stuff from me."
Paradise was almost boasting.
Less than a year later, in Assize Court, he asked the court to send him to the penitentiary so that he might be cured of his lust for drugs.
Paradise was a sign painter and artist. When I saw him at the prison last week he was in the church, paint brush in hand. He had completed a mural design, a background to the altar. He looked quite happy. He has gained about 20 pounds in weight. His eyes are clear.
He glanced proudly at his work. "I haven't done anything like that for 20 years," he said.
Then he showed me toys he had fashioned with his hands. There was a mechanical turtle, an elephant which raised and lowered its trunk when it was moved, several reproductions of Spanish galleons. Last Christmas Paradise made scores of children happy with the toys he constructed.
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Paradise, now, does not feel that he wishes to retain the love of narcotics. He has never been more content in his life.
"How are things outside?" he asked me.
I said they were "not so good," there was a lot of unemployment.
"I guess I ain't missing much," said he.
In England they are talking about knighting Charlie Chaplin, the prince of pantomime. It strikes me as being a pretty good idea. Surely, if a man deserves a knighthood for brewing beer or distilling whisky or manufacturing soap, it is not unfitting to reward him for creating Iaughter. Compared to some knights I know, Chaplin could handle an earldom very nicely.
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Mark Hellinger has story for those who "like their irony served piping hot." It is about a Jewish real estate man who, in boom years, built three very white apartment houses in New York.
Along came the depression and our real estate man found himself with three very large and very white elephants camped upon his bank account.
The sad part of it is that he cannot live in any of the apartments himself. They are restricted against Jews.
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Advice to Work on Yourself ⚽️ in July 2023: Aries
The Fool - 4 Pentacles - 7 Pentacles
Regarding: The Devil
You’re trapped by your own negative mindset & greed, specifically. This is regarding a new relationship, or taking one to the next level. Some of you could have a baby mama/daddy, an ex spouse, some other person in the background. Or they do, where there is an actual financial tie to this other person. If that’s the case, then they’re the reason, not necessarily your current partner, but they’re the ones getting the brunt of this Devil & 4 Pentacles energy. When it comes to finances, you’re being very rigid Aries, that’s the message coming through. The reason being maybe being taken advantage of before or by other people, you’re not out to be made a fool of. Fair 🙏 But you’re also REFUSING to cooperate on an even level with the person you’re “taking it to the next level” with.
Moving in together? Maybe. Or just calling it official and deciding to commit to each other. You’re jumping into this FAST but when it comes to the financial part of things, it’s like you suddenly can’t grasp their side of things. You “need more time”, and your person is like well…should’ve thought of that first? Before we moved in together? It’s causing major problems in your connection because this person feels like you’re impossible to work with, you won’t cooperate, it’s your way or the highway. Doesn’t have to be financial, that’s just one side of this dynamic for some. They just want it to be equal. So either you’re like a “hierarchy” in this connection, or not giving enough, absent, one or the other.
Your logic seems to be that if you give things enough TIME, you’ll be able to figure out if this connection is even with your own time. Waiting to make more of a serious 10 Pentacle, merging sort of effort I suppose. But then, if you refuse to do it up front, and stay that way for who knows how long, why would this person want to continue even further? That’s why it’s The Devil, it’s toxic being a “my way or the highway” type of situation with this other person, who seems to be asking for equal, in whatever way this plays out.
Your Oracle card showing to donate to a food bank is like Spirit giving you a warm up. Generosity is something that’s severely lacking in this connection, that it feels like you actually want. But under your own terms right? That’s not how this equal give and take thing works.
Animal Oracle: Emu 🐦
“This is a good time to go on a new adventure.”
Your sense of adventure is calling you. Can you hear it? Listen to your heart of hearts - the still small voice that whispers to you of holy and exotic places and if the pleasure of discovering the unfamiliar and novel, feeling confident and trusting in your instincts and intuition to guide you on your journey. Let this be a wandering pilgrimage, one where you can be appreciative of whatever circumstances you encounter and make the best of them. Have some idea of where and what you’ll be doing, but don’t be attached to the plan. Instead, be willing to adjust your itinerary as you are so guided.
Dismiss the voice that says “Yeah sounds good, but I can’t do that because…” This kind of thinking not only limits you by always keeping you in the illusion of comfort and safety, but also leads you to avoiding the real life drama that comes from stretching your comfort zone. You do not need to do so in a way that puts you in any real danger, as there are many options where risk is minimal, yet the thrill and excitement of exploration is still there. So heed the calling, and first believe that it’s possible for you to act on it. And don’t wait too long. Life is too short.
Artist Oracle: AI WEIWEI
- When authority says to be quiet, get a loudspeaker.
- Art must fight for freedom or the whole world is a prison.
- Some things are whole only when they shatter.
Advice:
- Donate to Your Local Food Bank
- Share a Flavor Adventure
Charms:
Snowflakes ❄️ on The Devil & 4 Pentacles show you being cold as ice, there is no love, no warmth, zero generosity *shown* whatsoever in this state of mind that keeps you in this greedy, probably controlling behavior, hoarding things and maybe even feelings close to your chest. When it comes to finances especially, but it’s probably not just that, it’s emotions too. One thing doesn’t keep you stuck, it’s a whole belief system that’s unhealthy, and not this other person’s problem in their mind. They put up with it because they love you.
Upside Down Cross ✝️ on 2 Pentacles is this negative belief system. There is a cruel irony here about a possible “Christian” that acts the polar opposite of anything that’s actually Christian by definition. Idc what you are, believe, or don’t, it’s there for someone. I keep being led to this Donate card, it could be something so simple as this that triggers a negative response from you. Food pantries, second hand stores, giving to the less fortunate. Like there’s actual hate there. Why? 2 Pentacles is weighing pros and cons, one foot in and one foot out, possibly being or appearing religious or righteous as it suits you, but not really. Or giving when the attention is on you, but not in private, or because you want to. It just shows something in you knows this behavior or belief system isn’t exactly right. You could also be traumatized BY religion or a belief system that you take your frustration on by being not the nicest to the people who do believe or take advantage of these sorts of donations. Could be trauma, but it’s still toxic in some way, however it applies, and needs to be recognized.
Bat 🦇 on 7 Pentacles shows you using your senses to “judge” this person and relationship according to whatever standards you have set. Which clearly aren’t the typical standards for a healthy relationship, or they wouldn’t be here. And Bat uses more than just the obvious, it’s in their tone, their look, how they approach you (whether they walk on eggshells or not?), how well they show you they’re serious. But again, idk what that means to you specifically. Does your person? Spirit is only trying to nudge you in the right direction, by recognizing this in yourself, so that you can allow kindness, love, generosity, and giving all you’ve got to something you DO want. That’s why Emu is here.
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Day 77 - to Col de la Hourcère (1450 metres)
I moved on this morning after four good days at Larrau, and it’s highly recommended and hospitable little campsite.
My first destination was Tardets to use the supermarket, but it was market day, and the place was crammed full of visitors, so much so that parking was impossible.mits the VE Day Bank Holiday, though I hadn’t noticed it this busy anywhere else. There must be some impressive stall produce.
I managed to pick up a baguette at a village bakery, and I can manage with that for a day or two. I then headed back up towards Spain, to the Cols at Hourcère and Lephua, famous from the 2020 Tour de France route, though they have been included several times before. The narrow road is the training climb of former pro cyclist Thierry Gouvenou, who is now responsible for the route of the Tour.
It was after midday when we got there, and found a spectacular place to stay, with great views over the border peaks, in particular of the conical summit of Puntal Alto de Ukerdi. We then took a couple of hours to wander the dumpling-like landscape of the Cols. There were a couple of other hikers around, but hardly any traffic on the road at all.
Some van tidying was on the agenda for the afternoon, with some sport on the radio. The evening is incredibly peaceful, with not a breath of wind, possibly the sign of things to come, as the weather is forecast to take a dramatic downturn midway through tomorrow. When it does, it’s set in for a few days, and most likely I’ll head up to the Auvergne.
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D.Y. Patil University (DPU) Advantages
Advantages Of D.Y. Patil University Pune
The following are some significant aspects of the online MBA program provided by DPU-COL:
A two-year, full-time postgraduate program
24 courses, 4 semesters, and project work make up the course.
For students with disabilities, students with ties to the Indian defense industry, and DOU employees or alumni, scholarships, and concessions are available.
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DY Patil Online MBA: Fees, Reviews, Placement, Admission 2022
D. Y. Patil University Online offers full-time two-year MBA courses at the postgraduate level through online mode at their Center for Online Education. It is a recognized and NAAC, UGC-DEB accredited course along with placement assistance provided to the students which can be continued after graduation. This blog contains a detailed description of the course offered by DPU-COL.
Various convenient LMS provisions are also included which help in smooth learning and also provide opportunity for professional and peer exposure to students. The degree lasts two years and offers specializations in 14 areas (e.g. financial management, human resource management, international business management, marketing management, etc.). This is a postgraduate course offered to students who have completed their matriculation in any field and is traditionally two years long.
Why Choose Online MBA from DY Patil Online University?
While there may be various options for pursuing an MBA through distance and online modes, the following are some of the key advantages at DPU-COL that make it the best choice for you:
A prestigious and renowned university
D. Y. Patil Vidyapeeth, Pune is a well-known and reputed university which has recently launched its Center for Online Learning (COL), a branch exclusively dedicated to providing quality educational and professional courses entirely through virtual mode. It is recognized and accredited by NAAC (A++), NIRF (Top 50 Universities), UGC-DEB, AICTE and so on. So, if you are looking to complete an online MBA from a well-known university, DPU-COL can be a good choice for you
A well-accredited degree
Students often worry about whether an online MBA would be valued and recognized in professional circles. The postgraduate MBA degree offered here is well recognized and accredited by bodies like UGC-DEB, AICTE, AIU, ACU, ASSOCHAM, etc. So the course is fully valid and recognized both nationally and internationally.
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The online MBA course at DPU-COL is provided completely through the virtual mode, which can be a great advantage for students and professionals who want to earn a professional MBA degree while pursuing other pursuits. In addition, an online MBA may be more convenient in the recent pandemic situation where the lockdown may make it difficult to conduct remote physical courses. In addition, the LMS system facilitates the learning process through online recorded and live lectures, peer interaction and explanation, webinars with professional experts, e-learning materials, etc.
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In order to apply and seek admission to DPU-COL for the MBA course, the main eligibility criteria are:
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DPU-COL mainly offers students three types of scholarships:
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We Only Get One Love, I Want To Make It Count, Honey, Come On Now And Take My Hand
Barry Allen x Reader Story
Word Count: 7.4K
Warnings: Explicit Language
Author's Note: I've been writing this for like a week. Enjoy! -Thorne
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Barry handed the file over to the detective next to him. “Tox screen came back negative. He wasn’t using, but the cocaine was laced with another complex chemical compound we’re still trying to break down and identify.”
“Most dealers don’t use their goods,” he countered, flipping the file open to read it. “But he wasn’t the dealer. He’s just a mule.”
The forensic scientist frowned. “The amount of cocaine he was carrying wasn’t even a quarter of a gram. It doesn’t make sense that he was a mule. A buyer, maybe, but not a mule. Something else was going on at the drug deal.”
“Nothing can ever be simple with you, can it, Allen?” the detective asked. “Kid was in a drug deal gone wrong, that’s it.”
“I don’t believe that,” Barry argued, one hand clenching at his side. “He was a straight A student and ran track. He had scholarships lined up through the doors. Good kids like this don’t fall into drug deals so dangerous that they end up dead.”
“So, what? You’re gonna go scour the streets and ask around the local dealers to find out?”
“It’s as good a plan as any,” he retorted. “I won’t let this become a col—”
“Barry?”
The two men paused, turning their heads to the side to see a young woman, no older than Barry, with a look of surprise on her face, quickly shifting into excitement. “Barry Allen!” she greeted, and Barry hadn’t even realized she had her arms around his waist as she hugged him and swung him slightly. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since senior graduation!” She pulled away and placed her hands on either side of his shoulder. “You look fantastic!”
Barry blinked, mind flashing back to high school, which felt so long ago, and oh my God, he was only thirty-four; realization hit him like a train, and he offered her a bright grin. “(Y/N)!” he pulled her back into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “Wow!” he shifted back to take in her features only to pull her in again for the third time. “You look fantastic!”
She laughed and leaned back, giving him a once over. “I see you made good on your dream of becoming a forensic scientist. I bet you’re the best CCPD has.”
His cheeks warmed and he brushed it off with, “No, there are definitely others here that are way better than I’ll ever hope to be.”
“Still as humble as ever,” she humored, turning to look at the detective who was staring at her like she was made of gold. “Good morning.”
“G—good morning,” he breathed. “Holy shit, you’re (Y/N) (L/N).”
“I am,” she smiled.
“Can I take a picture with you?” he asked, suddenly dazzled, and pulled out his phone. “Please!”
(Y/N) laughed and gently pulled from Barry, leaning into the detective’s side as she grinned towards the camera. The shudder flickered and they separated, him gazing at the screen in adoration. “Thank you, Miss (Y/N).”
“Of course!” she chirped. “I’m always happy to take photos with fans.” She leaned close and whispered, “Just don’t post that until I leave CCPD or else you’ll see a swarm of people come in here.”
He chuckled. “Detective’s word, I won’t until you’re back in your limo, Miss (Y/N).”
“Thank you.”
Barry looked between them, blonde brows furrowing. “I must be missing something. Are you famous now or something, (Y/N)?”
Before she could answer, the detective gave him an offended look. “Are you serious, Allen? Like, seriously?”
“Uh…yes?”
He blinked. “(Y/N) (L/N) just signed with Wayne Enterprises like a year ago. She’s the newest model to enter the real big leagues. She makes bank, dude. And I mean like, Kendall Jenner, Bella and Gigi Hadid bank.” He winked at (Y/N). “Don’t take it personally, Miss (Y/N), Allen’s always out of the loop with the newest shit.”
She giggled as Barry’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, he’s been that way since we were kids. I wouldn’t have suspected any different.”
Either Barry was tired of being embarrassed or he had the sudden realization that (Y/N) wasn’t here because she wanted to catch up, because he asked, “(Y/N), what are you doing here at CCPD?”
Immediately, her smile dropped, and an uncomfortable look came over her face. “Oh…well, you see, someone broke into my apartment last night while I was asleep.” (Y/N) looked away. “I woke up to someone rummaging through my drawers and well…”
Barry’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, were you hurt or anything?”
“No! no!” she replied hurriedly. “I screamed and managed to scramble into my bathroom and call nine-one-one.” (Y/N) turned and pointed into the squad-room. “One of the detective’s was tasked with casing my apartment and checking the security footage to see how they got in.”
Understanding he was in a private conversation, the detective slapped Barry on the shoulder. “I gotta go take this to my partner. Don’t think too hard about the case, Allen. Some things are better left alone.” He winked again at (Y/N). “Thanks again for the photo, Miss (Y/N).”
“Absolutely!” she smiled and waited until he walked away to turn back to Barry and gripe, “Your detective there sounds like a real dick.”
Barry almost choked on his spit at her insult and quickly said, “He’s a hotshot detective. Thinks he can power through everything. He just got the award for most cases closed this year.”
“Well, cutting corners like that is going to get someone hurt or worse,” she retorted, gazing at him. “Justice is deserved by all, no matter how much it takes to prove it.” (Y/N) cleared her throat and waved a hand. “Sorry, you didn’t stay here for a sermon.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N), I feel the same.” Her smile made something bubble in his chest and suddenly he was struck by how beautiful she was. Quite a lot different from the high school years, but didn’t everyone mature ten to fifteen years after? Obviously, she wasn’t dressed up like she was going to a glamorous party, but she did look like she was going to host a luncheon for other models. Barry blinked. “Your apartment though, how long until you’re allowed to go back in?”
“I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “Detective Reisse said it’d be a few days to thoroughly go over everything. They think the intruder is a stalker who knows my movements and locations.” A brief expression of worry so heart-wrenching came over her face and Barry felt for her as she said, “My boss paid for me to stay in the hotel across from here, but…I don’t exactly feel safe in a penthouse that big and lonely.” She shook her head. “It’s weird I guess, but that’s how I’m feeling right now about it.”
Before he could comprehend that his mouth was moving, he was offering, “Why don’t you come and stay at my house for the time being?” her face must’ve given away her surprise because Barry flushed for what seemed like the hundredth time and scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s just a suggestion. I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but I just think you’d feel more comfortable somewhere familiar. I mean, the house isn’t going to be familiar to you, but we’ve known each other since we were kids, and I—”
“Barry, I’d love to take you up on that offer,” she said over his rambling, halting him in his tracks and (Y/N) grinned. “But I do hope you know that I take long, hot showers and make cookies at three A.M. when I’m stressed.”
He gave her a pearly smile. “Are they the double chocolate cookies you used to make in Home EC?”
“Actually, they’ve become triple chocolate because I coat the tops in chocolate ganache.” His mouth started to water, and his stomach grumbled causing her to laugh as he prodded it with a blush across his nose. “I guess I’m going to be making some tonight.” Her eyes widened. “Unless I’m not coming over tonight but tomorrow?”
“Tonight is okay,” Barry replied. “Do you need to get your things from the hotel?”
“Yeah,” she started, giggling when his stomach grumbled again like a starved whale. “But first I think we should get you some food before you keel over.” (Y/N) turned, intent to walk away then paused and looked back. “When is your lunch break?”
Barry smiled. “Right now.”
She grinned and held out her arm for him to take. “Then let’s go to the conference room in this place and order DoorDash.”
As she pulled him off, he asked, “What’s DoorDash?”
***PART TWO***
“I haven’t been down this street in at least a decade,” she murmured from the driver’s seat. “It’s changed so much and yet not at all, y’know?”
Barry hummed bemusedly. “The Homeowner’s Association came in and forced everyone to get picket white fences and cut their grass every other day.”
“God forbid human beings do manual labor,” she laughed and glanced at the GPS arrow coming closer to Barry’s house. “Should be the next house on the left, right?”
“Yeah, the dark gray one right there,” he said, pointing across the dash.
(Y/N) turned the wheel and pulled into the driveway, shutting off the engine; she got out of the car and popped the trunk, pausing to look over his home. “Your house is gorgeous, Barry.”
He nodded. “It’s small and kinda quaint, but it’s home.” He glanced at her. “We have to share a bathroom, I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t,” she answered, trying to yank her suitcase out of the trunk, but Barry gently took the handle from her and lifted it with ease. “Is that not heavy to you?”
Barry laughed. “I’m stronger than I look, (Y/N). I’m not a beanpole like I was in high school.”
She tipped her head back and cackled, grabbing her smaller carry-on. “Oh my God, you were so tiny in school. I could’ve looked through you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I was skinny. Now I’m not.”
(Y/N) cocked a brow and prodded his side. “You’re not skinny, Barry, you’re fit.” Reaching up, she squeezed his bicep. “How often do you work out?”
“I, uh…whenever I can?”
“Look, either you’re a total gym nut or you’re on steroids.”
“I am not on steroids!” he retorted. “I run! A lot!”
She grinned and waited for him to unlock the door before entering behind him; she paused in the doorway and inhaled. “Reminds me of Darryl’s house back on the other side of Central. Vanilla and cinnamon wall plugs, right?”
Barry glanced at her. “Good nose. You remember Darryl?”
(Y/N) offered him an almost offended look. “I’m hurt you thought I wouldn’t.” she set her bag on his couch. “You act like we didn’t spend the night over at each other’s house all the time.” Suddenly she forgot her hurt and laughed. “Do you remember the time that Darryl worked late and came home to the two of us watching Alien in the blanket and cushion fort we made?”
“I do,” he chuckled and set her suitcase down. “You were too afraid to go home that night even when he offered to drive you back, so he called your mom and asked if you could spend the night.”
She smiled. “We didn’t sleep the entire night and ended up camping on Darryl’s floor because we were so scared.” (Y/N) gazed at him, voice turning solemn. “I’m sorry I haven’t kept in contact with you, Barry…I feel horrible about the distance between our friendship.”
Barry’s frown was short-lived as he nodded and gave her a soft smile. “If you’re to blame, then so am I, (Y/N). Contact goes both ways.” He tipped his head to the side. “We’ve both been busy with our lives, but look at us,” he said, gesturing to them. “It’s been what, three hours since we reunited and it’s like nothing changed.”
(Y/N) almost melted and she looked away with a smile, whispering, “You’re always so sincere, Barry.” She laughed quietly and glanced around towards the kitchen. “Mind if I see what I can make for dinner? I’m feeling like I’m going to be owing you some dinner for a few days and maybe some rent.”
“Dinner, yes, rent, don’t even think about paying me,” he snorted. “You’re staying here because you’re my friend, not a tenant renting my guest room.”
She looked back as he picked up her carry-one and started towards the guest room. “You say that now, but just wait a few days and you’ll be asking for a grand or two in reparations for all the inconveniences.”
“I’ll wager you fifty that I won’t.”
“Deal!” she called out as she wandered into the kitchen and he the bedroom.
***
She curled her feet up on the couch and perched on the end of the sofa, him the other end; both had bowls of spicy, enchilada soup in their hands, eyes glued to the TV. “God, would you look at those graphics,” she muttered. “Hello, hottie blondie.”
“Shh!” Barry directed in her direction. “Belmont and him are about to start fighting!” he shoveled a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
(Y/N) blinked. “He’s kind of a twink,” she said, putting her spoon in her mouth. “Technically by definition, you are too.”
“I thought twinks were in their twenties?” he questioned. “I’m thirty-four.”
“It’s the thought that counts,” she replied, not taking her eyes off the TV, though she scooted closer and dug her feet under his thigh, jumping slightly as the whip cracked through the speakers. “Ouch! That would hurt.” She was quick to laugh though and add, “Ha, stone the fuck up.”
“Whips crack faster than the speed of sound. You’re actually hearing a mini sonic boom when it does,” he noted, watching the scene unravel before them, snorting as the vampire said, ‘Please, this isn’t a bar fight. Have some class.’
“See, usually when a guy sees a crotch-shot, he cringes, not laughs.”
Barry glanced over to see her staring with amusement, and he replied, “One of my friends is known to do that to people.”
“In bar fights?” she asked, and he snorted.
“Bar-fights, fights in general, all of the above.” Barry looked at her. “He’s a…man, y’know?”
“I got it,” she laughed, eating more of the food before her. “Do you have a lot of friends, Barry? I know back in high school you were kind of a wallflower.”
“I was not!” he retorted. “I was just—quiet and anxious.”
(Y/N) blinked. “Barry, that’s literally the definition of being a wallflower.”
He flushed and glanced at the TV. “I had you.”
“You did,” she agreed. “The lonely wallflower and his outgoing best friend. What a stereotypical pair we were.”
Barry smiled and eyed her. “To answer your question, I don’t have a lot of friends, not like you do, but I do have a good group of friends.” He shifted his bowl into his left hand and fumbled in the pocket of his sweatpants for something, pulling his phone out moments later; he swiped at it for a few moments then showed her the screen. “This is me and my best frie—” he cut himself off with a cough and restated, “This is me and my good friend, Hal.”
(Y/N) took the phone and looked him over. “Good save on calling him your best friend. We were going to fight about it if you said otherwise.” Her eyes flowed over the man’s features. “He’s good looking. Let me guess, full of himself, takes women and men alike to bed, and has major commitment issues?” She glanced at him when he didn’t respond at first and she smirked when she saw that his eyebrows were hitting his forehead. “Right on the money.”
He tried to take his phone back, but she lifted it from his reach to keep looking at it. “How’d you know that? You’re dead on.”
“You’re not the type of person to gain friends like this guy looks,” she replied. “He’s wearing a bomber, probably a pilot’s given the patches. He’s wearing dog-tags, so military, and combine that with the bomber, I’m more than sure he’s a pilot. Most pilots go for Air Force or Navy, I’m betting Air Force since the bar sign behind you says Coast City and Coast is near Edward’s Air Force Base. Pilots are typically cocky, self-centered, and this guy looks like he swims in issues.” (Y/N) looked at him over the phone. “How much of that did I get right?”
Barry’s stunned face made her laugh and he said, “He is a pilot, he’s also a Captain in the Air Force, and he has major commitment issues—seriously, he’s got an on and off again girlfriend that hates him more times than she loves him.”
Her smile dripped of self-satisfaction. “And the (L/N) Readings win another.” She handed his phone back. “What about you Barry?”
“What about me?” he replied, pocketing his phone.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Barry choked on a spoonful of soup, liquid splattering the blanket across his legs and probably the table from how forceful the coughs were; (Y/N) reached over and slapped his back a few times. “Jesus, don’t die on me. All I asked was if you had a girlfriend.”
“You can’t just ask someone that!” he retorted hoarsely, cheeks flushed from either the embarrassment of the implications of a girlfriend or from coughing so hard. “That’s personal!”
“Is that a yes or a no, because it’s not very clear which it is.”
Barry’s cheeks twinged warmer, and he looked away, dabbing at his lap with the napkin. “I’m not seeing anybody right now. I’m—busy.”
“Busy or unable to get yourself out there?” (Y/N) countered, putting her half-eaten bowl on the coffee table. “You know I can give you pointers, right? Do you want some?”
“No, I do not want pointers,” he muttered in exasperation. “I’m fine. I can get a date on my own.”
“Uh huh,” (Y/N) replied dubiously. “And when’s the last time you went on a real date?”
Barry cleared his throat and focused back on the TV. “Last January.”
“Barry, it’s February. Of the next year. It’s been a full year.”
“Why is it important that I go on dates?”
She snorted. “Maybe so you don’t end up lonely and bent over a microscope forever.”
He cocked his head to the side and glared at her, though was heatless, more defensive than anything. “Well, when’s the last time you went on a date?”
(Y/N) blinked. “Romantic interest or work function? Because Bruce Wayne was my date to the annual gala last month, and my ex and I broke up like three weeks before that, but we’d gone on a date to Sicily.” She grinned at his crestfallen expression. “Barry, in my profession, it’s expected that I’m supposed to have eye candy on my arm or at least a date to hang around with.”
“Well in my profession, it’s not,” he shot back, shoveling the soup into his mouth whilst glaring at her. “Fi’me flofley fand fi flike fit.”
“I didn’t understand a word you just said,” she deadpanned.
He swallowed. “I’m lonely and I like it.”
(Y/N) merely grinned and wiggled her toes under his leg. “No, you don’t.”
***PART THREE***
He pulled the key from the lock and pushed the door open, setting his briefcase beside the shoe rack as he toed his loafers off. “I’m home!” he called, tugging off his sweater.
A grin came over his lips as he heard, “Welcome home! I’m making chicken and mushroom soup with rice!”
Barry appeared in the entrance to the kitchen, pausing to watch her squat in front of one of the drawers, rummaging through for what he assumed was probably a spatula. “Did you use the—”
“Yes, I used the good rice,” she griped, shooting an annoyed look in his direction. “You know this only tastes good when you use sticky rice.”
“I was just making sure,” he chuckled, coming to stand beside her as she mixed the soup with the rice, stirring until she was content to place the chicken breasts in with it. “What’d you do today?”
(Y/N) hummed, turning the knob to the oven onto the temperature she needed. “Made some calls to Mister Wayne and asked about the shoots I was supposed to do this week.”
“What’d he say?” Barry asked, pulling a bottle of water out from the refrigerator. “Do you need to fly to Gotham?”
“Actually, he’s pushed all shoots back for five months, given me paid time off, and told me to just worry about recovering and probably look for a new apartment while this all settles.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “He’s a lot more generous than I’ve heard some other bosses in this industry be.”
“Indeed, he is,” he agreed and as if. “I talked to Detective Reisse.”
Her eyes widened and she turned to him. “What’d they say?”
Barry smiled and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “They found the guy who broke into your apartment. Turns out he’s a serial intruder who’s been doing it for some time now, but you’re the only one who managed to see him in the act. Admitted that he stalks the women before breaking in so he can know when they’ll either be asleep or out.”
(Y/N) let out an exhale. “You mean there were other women’s apartments he was breaking into?”
He saw the worry come over her expression and he pulled her into a hug. “There were, but (Y/N), you managed to lead CCPD to him. He won’t do it again. Your apartment is safe to go back to. Or if you want to look for a new one, I’d be happy to come with you.”
“Oh…” suddenly relieved, she softly lifted her arms underneath his and wrapped them around his back. “That’s good,” she murmured, and Barry shifted when he felt something damp on his shoulder.
“(Y/N)?”
She shook her head, still leaving her face in his shirt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice laced thickly with tears. “I don’t mean to be so upset.”
Barry pulled away and gently took her face in his hands, thumbs wiping under her eyes. “(Y/N), you have every right to be upset. Someone violated your home, security, and safety.” He gave her a serious look. “It’s okay to be upset about this. To feel hurt and disgusted and scared.”
Despite the wiping of her tears, more just seemed to flow down her face and she swallowed thickly, nodding her head as best she could in his hands. “I know,” she said quietly. “I know, I’m just…I don’t know what I am.”
“Relieved? Worried?” he offered. “All of the above?”
She couldn’t fight the corners of her lips going up and she huffed a soft laugh. “That sounds about right.” (Y/N) gazed at Barry and murmured, “Thank you, Barry, for all of this.”
“What do you mean all of this?” he asked, brows furrowing, but not in confusion, more of fondness than anything.
“Barry, it’s been at least fifteen years since we saw each other, and you didn’t hesitate to open your home to me.” She gave a sad smile. “You’ve let me stay for the past two weeks, and I—”
“You’re here because you’re family,” Barry interrupted calmly. “(Y/N), no matter the distance or time between us, it will never change the memories and love that we have for one another.” He gave her a smile, that Barry Allen smile that made her heart flutter. “You’ve always been my best friend, (Y/N), and nothing will ever change that.”
She stared at him for a long moment, then deflated in his palms. “Barry Allen, you certainly know how to make someone feel loved and belonged.”
That smile only became toothy as he grinned widely. “I’ve been told by a few people that I’m good at it.”
“Yeah? Anyone as special as me or are they meh?”
His eyes crinkled around the edges. “Compared to you, they’re meh.”
“So that makes me the most special then?” (Y/N) giggled, edging a bit forward in his hands so their faces were closer together. “What makes me most special to you, Barry?”
He hummed low in his throat, intent to start leaning towards her too when the oven beeped, startling the two; they pulled away like lightning had struck them and (Y/N) turned around to put the casserole dish in the oven.
She stood back up and closed the over, glancing over her shoulder. “You must be tired after working all day. Why don’t you go change into something comfortable and relax on the couch?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” he agreed, stretching his arms above his head, letting out a grunt as his shoulder popped. “If you need anything—”
“I’ll let you know,” she laughed, shooing him from the kitchen. “But I wouldn’t ask for your help to cook if my life depended on it.”
“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!”
***
She was awakened by a groan, something that sounded torn between pain and struggle, and she glanced across the hall to Barry’s bedroom, the shut door only worrying her as she got out of the bed and tiptoed to the door. “I’m going to die,” she breathed out. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die.”
(Y/N) hesitantly stuck her head an inch outside the door frame and peered into the darkness; a shadow passing by the hall had her sucking in a breath and looking towards Barry’s door. She glanced back towards the hall, seeing the shadow fall somewhere behind the couch and she hurried to his door, opening it, and slipping inside.
Moving to his bed, she hissed, “Barry! Barry get up! Someone’s in the house!” she squinted in the darkness of his room, placing her hand on his bed to find it cold and no Barry inside it. “Oh, come on!”
(Y/N) looked around the room for something to defend herself with, eyes falling on the wooden baseball bat sitting in the corner; she cheered quietly, “Thank you, Nora Allen for encouraging baby Barry Allen to play sports.” She grabbed the bat and silently slipped from Barry’s bedroom, creeping down the dark hallway and into the even darker living room.
The grunt sounded again, and she stepped behind the couch, seeing someone crouched down, a man from the broadness of his shoulders. (Y/N) didn’t think twice, turning to the side as she swung the baseball bat with all the force she had in her body. She hit him square across his back, his shout of shocked pain escaping him as he collapsed to the hardwood floor, limbs sprawling out.
(Y/N) kept her eyes on him, the bat pointed at him as she fumbled with the other to pull the light chain on the lamp; light filtered through the room and she squinted at the sudden brightness, taking in the crimson suited man. She held the bat out again as she sidestepped, pointing it at him as she neared his head.
“Who are you!” she shouted, hands shaking around the bat, and he turned his head.
“I’m the Flash.”
She blinked, looking over his suit one more time and she gasped, dropping the bat. “Oh shit, I—I am so sorry, I—" (Y/N) bent down and helped him sit up, eyes widening as she exclaimed, “You’re bleeding!”
“I’ll be fine,” he muttered, prodding the healing wound in his side. “My back won’t be though. I think you dislocated one of my shoulder blades, (Y/N).”
“Well, I’m sorry I thought you were—wait, how do you know who I am?” He gestured to the cowl, and she cautiously reached up, pushing it down from his chin before shifting it from his face and her expression bled shock as she breathed, “Barry?”
He smiled, one twinged with pain. “Sorry for waking you up. I was trying to be quiet, but I stumbled into the coffee table.”
She merely gaped at him, too stunned to say anything other than, “Holy shit.”
“Oh, come one,” he muttered. “It can’t be that mind-blowing.”
“But you’re you!” she blurted out. “Quiet, shy, Barry Allen! This is—you’re a freaking superhero!”
Barry was quick to push his hand to her mouth and hush her. “Shh! My neighbors have ears, (Y/N)!”
“Well, I’m sorry,” she griped from behind his hand. “I’m just coming to terms with the fact that my best friend is a goddamn superhero by night and a forensic scientist by day!” she looked away. “Thank God, you don’t look up newest models because you did not need to see the Justice League lingerie shoot.”
“See what?”
“Nothing!” (Y/N) looked back at him. “You really go out there and save the world?”
He smiled. “I do.”
She reached up and brushed back the blond hair. “I’ve seen videos of the JL fighting. You’re always up there in the action.” She frowned. “You’ve unleashed a whole new level of worry upon me.”
Barry took her hand and squeezed it. “I promise that I won’t make you worry too much.” She must’ve not seemed convinced because he laid her hand flat to his chest and rested his hand above hers. “(Y/N), I can’t stop being the Flash. I have to do it. I can’t promise that I won’t get hurt, or that things will always go right. But I can promise you that I’ll do everything in my power to come home whole and safe.”
“Pinky promise?” she asked, lifting her free hand and Barry grinned, looping his free pinky to hers.
“I pinky promise.”
(Y/N) gazed at him for a moment, then let out a calm sigh and pulled her hands away. “C’mon, let’s get you up and to the bathroom. You’re sweaty and bloody.”
“I’ll be okay,” he replied, trying to get to his feet, only to stumble as his upper body weakened.”
She caught him, one arm curling under and around his waist. “Quit trying to be a hero right now. Let me help you.”
“I’m going to heal, (Y/N),” he whined embarrassed. “You just have to give me a minute.”
Ignoring him, she helped him through the hall and into the bathroom, flicking the light and vent on before leaning him against the counter as she turned the shower knob on; she stuck her hand under the water waiting until it ran between hot and warm, then she turned to Barry. “How does your suit come off?”
Immediately, Barry flushed as red as his suit. “You don’t have to help me take my suit off.”
“Barry, I hit you pretty hard across your back. Let me help you,” she begged, popping her bottom lip out. “Please.”
He looked away in embarrassment, gesturing to it. “It’ll stretch when I generate thermal energy.” He started doing so, body and space around him heating up considerably and she hurried, stretching the fabric from his neck and down his shoulders to his waist, freeing his arms and torso. Barry pushed her hands away when she grabbed the fabric at his upper hips, with a hurried, “I can pull them down.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Barry, you know I’ve seen you naked before, right? Like you’re not hiding anything. Unless you’ve got a tattoo?”
“I don’t have a tattoo and I don’t want you to see me naked! It’s not proper!” he spluttered.
“You’re such a Midwesterner, Barry Allen,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. “Jesus, you should spend a day doing photo shoots with other models. I’ve seen more goodies in one hour than you’ve probably seen in your entire life.” She shot him a grin. “Want me to strip too so you can feel comfortable about being the only one not nude?”
“GET OUT!” he cried, trying to sound angry, shoving her out the door, but (Y/N) knew that the blush on his cheeks and down his chest betrayed him.
“I’m going!” she snorted. “But don’t fall or I’ll have to come in and help you up. And I might see your goodies~”
“STOOOOOOOOP!”
***PART FOUR***
“Wow, it’s already gone,” she noted gently tracing her fingers across the expanse of his pale back no longer marred by the black bruise she’d given him the night before. “You do heal fast.”
Barry glanced back at her and pulled the shirt back over his shoulders. “I’ve healed broken femurs in less than five hours.” His voice sounded almost prideful. “I can take hits and they hurt, but they heal quickly.”
(Y/N) laughed, turning him around just as he finished his last button, and she took the ends of his tie and firmly knotted it at the base of his throat. “Sorry I hit you.”
“It’s okay,” he replied, looking at her. “I’m sorry for worrying you. Last thing you needed was to be reminded of the incident a few weeks ago.”
“Well, at least I got to hit the supposed intruder this time and not run into my bathroom.” She smiled, still not taking her hands away from his chest. “I found an apartment near the police department. Security is much better.”
He frowned. “When are you leaving?”
“I was going to leave in the morning.”
“Now?” he asked, eyes widening, and she immediately backtracked.
“No! Tomorrow morning!” (Y/N) smiled nervously. “I wasn’t just going to leave with you gone at work. I was going to make dinner and we could have a…a y’know…”
“A y’know?” Barry inquired confusedly and she felt her cheeks warm.
She looked into his eyes. “A home date. You and me? Wear our best and eat here?”
His eyes went wide, jaw starting to slacken, and he couldn’t form a sentence, merely stutter out her name and, “I, uh, I mean—”
“Barry,” she calmed, placing her hand on his arm. “If you’re not comfortable with it, it’s okay, I’m not going to be upset if you don’t want to take this step.” (Y/N) smiled. “If you say no, we’ll have dinner tonight and pretend nothing ever happened.” She simply smiled, awaiting his answer.
His shoulders slumped, a dopey grin crossing his lips as pink twinged his cheeks and he expressed warmly, “I’d love to have dinner with you tonight. The date kind.”
She laughed and pulled away, only for Barry to pull her back in, long arms curling around her waist as he buried his face in her hair, trying to hide the grin on his lips. “Barry?” she laughed again, wrapping her arms under his and greedily feeling up the muscles on his back. “You’re gonna be late for work.”
He jerked away at that, eyes wide as he glanced at his wristwatch. “Ah crap,” he muttered, speeding around the room to get his jacket and briefcase.
A whirl of lightning spread around the kitchen and living room and the door opened and slammed shut, then moments later it repeated, and he zoomed back to her, cheeks hot as he fumbled with his hands before leaning in to kiss her cheek and then he was gone again with a, “See you tonight!”
***
“Are you almost done in there?” she asked, a goofy smile crossing her lips as she heard him trip and probably whack his nose from the ‘Ow!’ she heard inside his bedroom.
“Almost!” he replied. “I chose the other shirt! But I had to resew a button on it, and I don’t really know how I lost the button?”
The doorbell rang and she snorted, pulling from his door. “I’m going to get that while you sew your buttons back on, Rapunzel.” (Y/N) crossed through the living room through the front door and pulled it open, smiling at the stranger on the front step; he looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him right at the moment. “Good evening, can I help you?”
He was surprised to see her, and his brows furrowed as he leaned to the side and peeked over her shoulder into the house. “I’m looking for Barry but,” he drew his gaze back to her and cocked his elbow above her head on the door frame and smirked. “I’m more interested in looking at you right now.”
She drew her eyes down to the name on his left breast side of his brown jacket and suddenly, it clicked as she greeted, “You must be Hal.”
“I am,” he replied. “You got a name gorgeous?”
(Y/N) snorted and glanced behind her. “Barry, your boyfriend’s here!”
“BOYFRIEND?!” both spluttered and she saw Barry come around the corner, brows drawn together in confusion until he saw Hal and he said, “Hal? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was coming to mooch off my best friend like I always do when I’m in Central,” he retorted, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m hurt you didn’t remember.”
Barry rolled his eyes. “You show up whenever you want, Hal, it’s not like you’re on time every month.”
“Well, it’s obviously a good time now,” he joked, grinning cheekily at (Y/N) and she merely smiled in return, not oblivious to the very obvious flirtation in his voice.
She blinked. “Barry and I were just about to go out for dinner. Why don’t you join us?”
“Sounds good,” he agreed, and Barry looked at her with confusion.
“But the food is already—”
(Y/N) winked and laced her arm with his. “Save that for lunch tomorrow, Barry, now come on,” she said, snatching her keys from the key holder by the door. “Hal do you like diner food? I love some pancakes for dinner.”
“Ah, sweet tooth,” he cooed, opening the door for her only to tip his head down and add, “After you, beautiful.”
“Thank you!” she smiled, tugging Barry behind her, who scowled at Hal the entire ride to the diner.
***
Hal had managed to squeeze himself beside (Y/N) in the corner booth, Barry sitting on the other side away from the two and boy, he was not happy. He was glaring at Hal, especially when the man curled his arm behind her shoulders and leaned over, whispering a joke in her ear that had her snorting into the large chocolate milkshake.
“So,” (Y/N) started, glancing over at Hal. “What do you do for a living, Hal?”
“I’m a pilot,” he murmured, over the rim of his soda, setting the cup back down. “Captain in the Air Force.”
“Oh?” she wondered. “You wear a uniform?”
“Something tells me you like a man in uniform.”
She smiled and popped one of Barry’s fries into her mouth. “Do you fly often?”
“As often as I can.”
“What’s it like being up in the air above all us humans that probably look like ants?”
Hal grinned. “Like nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
(Y/N) tipped her head to the side. “My ex was actually a pilot. Not for the military though, just a hobby. I’ve seen it up there.”
He glanced at her with a heated gaze and flirted, “You’ve never flown with me.”
“Wonder why anyone would, date stealer,” Barry muttered, stabbing his fry in ketchup and Hal looked at him.
“You say something, Bar?” Hal asked and he frowned.
“Nothing.”
His expression darkened and then he felt something brush against his foot and up his pants leg; a high-heel pressed to his skin and his knee jerked up, smacking the underside of the table, startling Hal and (Y/N) pretended to be concerned. “You okay, Barry?” she inquired, watching as his cheeks flushed. “Everything alright?”
“I’m fine,” he excused hurriedly. “I just had a—a shiver.”
Hal cocked a brow. “Pretty jumpy shiver, Bar.” He looked at her. “Whenever Barry gets super hungry, he gets skittish. Like a newborn deer.”
(Y/N) snorted and bit into another fry. “Ah, the wee babe,” she hummed, and Barry’s cheeks darkened, forcing him to eat his food so he didn’t say anything stupid.
Hal turned his attention back onto (Y/N), slinking deeper in the booth so his arm brushed her back. “So, (Y/N), about flying with me…”
***
“Mind if I crash on your couch, Bar?” Hal asked as they walked into the living room and Barry sighed, grabbing a blanket from the hall closet before tossing it at him.
“Might as well, you don’t go home after we eat.” He glanced at him. “Do you want a pillow?”
“Nah, I’ve got the pillows,” he replied, gesturing to the decorative pillows on the couch.
(Y/N) merely watched the tension slowly start to boil over and she cleared her throat, finally done with the charade. “Well, it’s been quite a night of laughter and good food.” She smiled. “I should go to bed since I have to get to my apartment tomorrow morning for a meeting with Bruce Wayne.”
“Bruce Wayne?” Hal repeated. “You know Bruce Wayne? How?”
She grinned. “He’s my boss. I’m one of Wayne Enterprises top models.” Walking over, she leaned and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you for being a good sport on Barry and mine’s date.”
“Good sport?” he said, paling and (Y/N) turned to Barry.
She took his tie in one hand and gently but firmly pulled him forward, free hand looping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. Barry started flailing but got with the program as he put one hand on the small of her back, the other reaching up to brush his fingers against her chin, like he was hesitant. She pulled away slightly and he chased her, the hand at her chin suddenly firm as he tipped her head back and sealed their lips again. (Y/N) gasped whenever his grip on her back tightened and she let go of his tie, curling her hand in his jacket, crumpling it. Eventually, air caught up with them and they pulled away, just enough to see each other’s faces and while Barry’s was crimson, hers was the picture of satisfaction.
(Y/N) smirked and purred, “Can I call you tomorrow when I get to my place?”
Barry was still panting slightly, cheeks flushed as he nodded. “Y—yeah, I’d like that.”
She tipped her head up and kissed him again, softer and then pulled away, starting her way to the guest bedroom; she turned as she got to the doorway and smiled at him. “Goodnight, Barry, see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he breathed, waving weakly at her and the door shut behind her.
He swallowed thickly, still staring at the door when Hal griped, “That’s the first time I’ve ever laid it on thick to one of your dates and they didn’t go home with me.”
“Yeah,” Barry agreed, still staring.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you, Barry?”
He grinned like a goober. “Yeah.” Barry blinked, coming back to himself, then he looked over at Hal and smiled. “Yeah, go pout. I win for once.” He didn’t wait for Hal’s response, starting to his bedroom; he glanced over his shoulder. “Night, good buddy.”
Hal huffed a laugh of disbelief and shucked his clothes down to his boxers and crawled onto the couch. “Night Bar. Now remember, if you need to have the birds and the bees talk, I can help—”
“OH MY GOD, SHUT UP! I DO NOT NEED YOU TO TELL ME ABOUT THAT!” Barry shouted and (Y/N) opened her door, poking her head out.
She grinned evilly at Hal then to Barry and promised, “Don’t worry about that, Hal, if anyone’s going to give him pointers on how it goes, it’ll be me.”
“AYE!” Hal cheered and Barry let out a howl.
“THIS IS WORSE THAN HAL STEALING MY DATES! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BECOME BEST FRIENDS! NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!”
She merely winked at Hal and turned to Barry, “Night again, Barry. Sleep well…with dreams of me.”
His cheeks tinted crimson and he glared at her as he disappeared into his room with a firm, “Goodnight!”
(Y/N) snorted and glanced at Hal who was watching with amusement. “Goodnight, Hal. It was good to meet you. I hope we become good friends in the future.”
“Oh, we’ll be the best of friends in no time,” He winked as she closed her door, and Hal reached up, pulling the chain to the lamp on the side-table, turning out the light.
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“HUNGRY CONVICT CAPTURED IN BARN,” Montreal Star. August 5, 1930. Page 2.
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Jules Legace Fails to Make, Good "Perfect Plans" For Escape
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QUIET SURRENDER
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Guards From Penitentiary Take Prisoner After 75 Hour Search
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Still hungry after a three-day diet of raw vegetables pilfered from the gardens of farmers, but with his spirit still unbroken, Jules Legace, alias Joseph Bourgias, who escaped from St. Vincent de Paul Penitentiary on Friday, was raptured yesterday afternoon in a small barn at L'Abond-a-Ploutte, on the banks of the Riviere des Prairies, by Col. P. A. Piuze, warden of the penitentiary, and three guards before he had a chance to make his escape or even offer resistance.
The youthful desperado took his capture coolly and, shrugging his shoulders, informed the officers that it was lucky for them that they had captured him when they did for they would never have been able to catch him it he had succeeded in escaping their vigilance for a few more hours.
The capture of Legace who was sentenced to 12 strokes of the lash and 12 years in the penitentiary by Judge Gustave Marin on December 4 last for robbing the bank at St. Chrysostome of $2,500, brought to a close one of the most spectacular manhunts in the history of the penitentiary which involved the efforts of two thirds of the prison personnel.
MANY RUMORS.
The tireless patience of Cut. Piuze and his men in running down every rumor was responsible for the young convict's capture. After many fruitless trips, information was received that Legace had been seen at L’Abord-a-Pouffe. Knowing that the man had relatives in the vicinity, all reports were closely checked. One of these was to the effect that Legace had been seen in the vicinity of a little barn a quarter of a mile west of L’Abord-a-Plouffe Church, opposite the Montee St. Martin Col. Piuze summoned three of his men and surrounded the building and, entering it from four different directions, gave the convict no chance whatever to escape or even offer resistance.
When found, Legace was clad in his undershirt, his penitentiary trousers and his gray peak cap. His outer shirt, as well as the linen members which were attached to the prince uniform, had been discarded by the convict and were found Saturday by the guards a quarter of a mile from the penitentiary.
Although disappointed when captured, Legace did not appear to be
very discouraged. In fact he was somewhat boastful. “If you had not got me today," he said. "you would never have caught me. I had studied the most perfect way of getting away and my scheme would have foiled you. I would have reached Montreal tomorrow and you would never have heard from me."
BARN WAS HOME
Legace, it was discovered, had occupied the barn as his home for 36 hours and had subsisted on tomatoes and carrots taken from a nearby garden during the night.
Col. Piuze in speaking to The Star today, expressed his pleasure that the man had been captured alive and that the hunt was over. Two-thirds of the prison personnel of 130 men were on duty constantly for 75 hours searching for the escaped prisoner. There were 22 posts on the island and all bridges and ferries leading out of the island were closely watched by armed guards", the warden said in explaining the difficulties of the search.
"We were fortunate in capturing our man," he continued, "but we desire to thank all residents who were as willing to co-operate in the pursuit, as well as the members of the municipal police, the provincial police and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Our guards who worked so hard also deserve my sincere thanks for their good work."
Col. Piuze also expressed his thanks for the way in which the majority of motorists whose cars were searched at the ferries and bridges complied with
the requests of the guards. It was the cause of considerable trouble and delay, he knew, but it was the only way by which the guards could make aware that the convict was not attempting to leave the island.
Legace will be brought here tomorrow and will appear before a magistrate in answer to a charge of escaping from legal custody, the penalty for which is usually two years In addition all time gained on account of good behavior la automatically cancelled.
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A Sherlock Holmes Thing, sort-of
Well, people said they wanted it, so here goes.
Some years ago, I participated in a crossover worldbuilding project. One of the things we decided to include was Sherlock Holmes. And then it was decided, to allow for more crossover shenaniganry, we’d have Holmes be a modern-day person. This then produced the question, whither Moriarty.
What follows is excerpts (because I’m too lazy to re-write the whole thing into something coherent ATM) showing my proposed solution:
Moriarty is not a supervillain. His goal is not world domination, or proving he's smarter than someone else*. He's here to make bank, that is all. And he's really, really, REALLY good at it.
He rules the greatest criminal empire the world has ever seen, collecting tribute from even the most feared crimebosses. And no one knows he exists, as he hides behind an array of well-paid and loyal (granted, many of them as much out of fear as anything else) proxy subordinates. And that's how he likes it. Until that damned consulting detective comes along and ruins everything...
*Granted, he doesn't need to, because up until Holmes comes along, he self-evidently has no equal**. But anyways, it's not something he cares about.
**OK, Lex is smarter in the sciences, but the Professor doesn't care about that anymore, and, honestly, the man's clearly a lunatic and therefore doesn't count as a rival.
That is one.
Wilson Fisk is a giant who swans around in a white suit, a purple ascot, and a cane with a built-in laser gun, who refers to himself as the Kingpin of Crime and periodically beats people to death with his bare hands. He lives in a lavish penthouse, showers his gorgeous wife with expensive things, sends his son to the most elite prep schools, and is frequently in the news for his philanthropy and business dealings. His reach doesn't exceed his grasp, and he's careful to keep the law from touching him, but he's absolutely in this for the power and having people piss themselves at the thought of his being annoyed.
James Moriarty is a math professor at a second-rate university, who years ago wrote some papers that no one who isn't into math has ever heard of, and mostly makes a living tutoring rich kids so they can pass their exams to elite colleges*. Asides from the insanely valuable stolen painting on the wall of his office, that only someone familiar with art will notice and all of them assume is a copy, there is no hint whatsoever that he's more than that. Asides from a handful of his most loyal subordinates, such as Col. Moran, no one has any idea who the Napoleon of Crime is, and most have no idea such an individual even exists.
What I'm saying is, being a supervillain requires a certain degree of panache. Theatricality. Presentation
Moriarty has precisely none of that.
*I think that works as an update of the army coach thing.
That is two.
-Moriarty is to London as Fisk is to NYC; above a certain threshold, anyone who does crime in the city is either working for him, gives him a cut to be allowed to operate, or both. The difference, of course, is that no one knows who the Kingpin of London is.
-Moriarty is "The Professor", a consultant to high-level criminals worldwide, who for an exorbitant fee will advise them when they run into a seemingly insoluble problem.
-Moriarty is in charge a group of highly-paid elite hitmen-for-hire; also a group of highly-paid elite kidnappers-for-hire, a group of highly paid elite corporate-spies-for-hire, a group of highly-paid elite thieves, etc.
-Moriarty is the leader of a collective of black-hat hackers (separate from, and in addition to, the one he runs that works for hire).
-Moriarty is the hidden brain behind a vast assortment of seemingly independent operations around the globe, from drug cartels and street gangs to MLM schemes and corporate embezzlement rings, who's supposed leaders are acting on his orders.
-Moriarty has suborned strategic people and operations within other major crime syndicates, ensuring that said crime syndicates dance to his tune and fill his coffers without them realizing it.
-Moriarty is secretly the owner of any number of seemingly legitimate businesses.
Some of these are known to the authorities. Others, however, are not known, or are dismissed as rumors and urban legends (for instance "the Professor"). Until Holmes figgers it out, no one has any clue that all of these are connected, much less the work of a single man, forget about a washed-up math professor.
That is three.
Finally, our version of The Final Problem:
-Holmes starts acting against Moriarty.
-Moriarty realizes, “Holy, this guy knows who I am, gahh!”
-Moriarty shows up in Holmes' flat, warns him off, Holmes tells him to get bent.
-Moriarty starts arranging "accidents" for Holmes, but Holmes evades them, starts setting things up to destroy his organization.
-Moriarty, recognizing he's met his match, laser-focuses on Holmes, doesn't notice Holmes laying groundwork on the DL
-Moriarty sics Moran on Holmes, but Holmes evades him, keeps his attention o nhim and not on Holmes' allies getting into position.
-Moriarty stops pusysfooting around, gets the word out to every crook in London: the nameless, faceless Kingpin of London wants Sherlock Holmes dead.
-221B is firebombed, but Holmes has already fled the city, accompanied by Watson; Mary Watson, Mrs. Hudson, etc. are safely hidden by Mycroft (who even Moriarty can't touch.
-Holmes and Watson make a big show of fleeing the country and going on a world tour, staying one step ahead of Moriarty's assassins.
-While Moriarty is entirely focused on orchestrating the hunt for Holmes, D-Day arrives; around the worlds, cops, feds, PIs, and other crimefighters, following Holmes plan, swoop in for the kill.
-Within 48 hours, Moriarty's organization is in tatters, dying from a thousand cuts; while it will take months or sometimes years for everything to be settled, his operation is over.
-That said, Moriarty and Moran escaped the dragnet. Moran got away mostly unscathed, but Moriarty's name and face are plastered all over the news.
-The international underworld is reeling; everyone is hurting at least a little, and no one knows what's going on. But when they do manage to recove,r eveyr crime boss on Earth is going to come after Moriarty, either in vengeance for playing them or to make sure he can't spill to the cops and hurt them more.
-Moriarty does the math, realizes he's not going to survive, and decides that at least he's gonna take Holmes with him.
-Boom, Reichenbach.
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