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also for my tmi reread I kinda want to keep track of all the times one of them nearly dies/does die because I feel like they're always nearly dying 💀
#simon in coa alone dies once & nearly dies again on two separate occasions before the book is over 😭 he can't catch a break#bella reads cob#bella reads coa#bella reads cog#bella reads cofa#bella reads cols#bella reads cohf#bella talks#tmi gang is dying (again) tag#all the tracking tags..... help#the mortal instruments
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i physically can't write the roman/tom abo thing right now. like. i can't get my thoughts in order. i need you all to know that it boils down to alpha!roman/omega!tom, but roman can't top and tom can't top, but roman is such a stereotypical alpha that tom is sure roman is just being an asshole whose hazing him, meanwhile roman is just all posture no follow through, because all he really fantasizes about is another alpha actually confronting him and forcing him to submit. and it leads to the least satisfying cheat-bait relationship in the world. and greg is there.
#there's a version of this that makes perfect sense#but their abo relationship is simply too complex for my brain to explain right now#i also like omega!roman/omega!tom BUT i love atypical abo presentations and so alpha roman is close to my heart#also they both top if we're being honest but it takes 9 years to get there#and they just have weird posturing jerk off sessions alone in their rooms before that#um#what's my tag for this#omegaverse#i SWEAR i have a serious post about this. somewhere. in my nbrain.#it's complex it's real it's examining gender. i swear.#bella's drinking human blood rn to feed her baby and it's fucking with y ability to explain the extremely real and intesne abo thoughts i'm#having rn#i'll get there.#as soon as i can see straight i'll dig into this.#my ramen is getting col#d#i can't read any of this back. sorry#drunkposting
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And all I've seen, Since eighteen hours ago / ONCE UPON A TIME AU
This continues the trend of the series 1 finale —> click here to read it
Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Charming!Nikolai, Rumple!Cole x Hook!Jeremy
Extra characters mentioned: Ethan, Liane, Cassie, Bella, Marlene, Melissa etc
Note: I tried my best with this one but i like how it turned out
A/N: I might need new songs for titles very soon 😂
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The streets were full with the dim lighting of the gray skies. The clouds covered each and every square of sunlight that tried to keep entering the town with such intensity just like the people in it.
A light blast waves through the air and past people who were simply walking around, trying to enjoy their day as that sudden explosion of light came through them. A shock wave of smoky memories entered folks from across the streets, as it all came from the hospital where Liane was just woken up from her slumber by her Prince. Ethan, Ace Of Hearts.
Mia was nursing a killer headache with another stroke of Advil, she might as well pass out from the tension on her forehead, that’s when she felt a shocked sensation come across almost immediately dropping her bottle of water.
Memories slowly started to brace for impact like being unlocked from a tightly packed closet. She looked over her shoulder gasping, rushing to swing the door open as the others followed suit.
“Snow?” Liane said with a hush tone, her eyes watered.
“Mal!” She replied rushing to carefully pull her into a gentle embrace.
She smiled at Ethan who winked at her remembering Cassie and watching Belladonna. Her mind was still fuzzy herself from the day she has had, trying to piece together what happened. She listened to Liane and Cassie joked with each other as Bella went to hug mother.
Still being a nurse and noticing herself as Amelia, she caught wind of Liane’s concern placing the patient staff in front of her.
She remembers Cole leaving that staff here for some reason before waking up then left without telling her anything else. She wondered where he headed of to now…
“Col—Rumple, left it here if you believe that. Found it a supply closest of all places.” She added.
“Is it still magic? Am I still magic?” Liane asked with a hopeful hint of wonder in her eyes.
“Uh, no one knows yet. But everyone is waking up. Wait—Nikolai!”
Oh shit her husband?! Amelia quickly tugged off her white coat and went rushing out the door hearing her friends laughter. She yelled at her fellow nurses Judy—who was really one of the knights wives of their land—oh dear god was her head was foggy, that she will be back later.
She raced out of the double doors into the main streets of the town finding people, who were her other friends running around looking for their loved ones, tripping over things.
She found Marlene crashing into her frantically trying to wrap her head around this whole thing and asking for Melissa. Mia blinked saying she’s at the hospital, as the tall brunette thanked her with a hug running over to find her girl.
Amelia—Snow, she walked around wondering if she will find him and her—oh my goodness gracious her son! She placed a hand over her stomach at the feeling started racing back to her body. She remembered a couple of things before passing around back in the enchanted forest, one of them being the last few moments with her son as Jeremy and Nikolai took her to the wardrobe.
Joshua…
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Meanwhile Nik was sitting on the rooftop of his home thinking over his crazy week. From plenty of customers coming to get a tattoo to his kid being kidnapped by his brother. He took him to the hospital a couple hours ago to get a quick check-up after the bomb dropped at home.
Just as he was about to open the bottle of beer in his hand a sudden burst floated past him and crashing down his head. He sucked in a large breath as he moved backwards in his seat, his eyes closed then blinked open looking around confused for a split second. Like a light switch, the memories came pounding down at him.
Both Prince Charming and Princess Charming. Jeremy being Captain Hook, Cole being a wizard of their land, Ethan as Ace Of Heart, Melissa as Belle and the list went on. He was in pure shock and surprised scrambling off the rooftops, down the stairs and into the window that led him into of his loft. He went searching for his jacket then paused as his eyes caught the baby blanket in the hallway behind the wall, inching over his memories start to forward onto that day.
Flashbacks and echoes never wanting to let go. The laughter, the cries, the pain and faces. He reached the edge of living room where he found him sitting on the couch flipping across the tv screen for something entertaining to watch, locking eyes with him.
Joshua. His beautiful boy was now 16 years old with a small bruise of his arm and two tiny cuts on his face. He smiled and nodded sitting down beside him, cupping his face and just held him in his arms. All he wanted to do was apologize for leaving him alone for so many years. His son looked at him oddly as of trying to pick up the piece seeing the glimmer in Nikolai’s eyes.
“You remembered..? Y-you’re awake?” Joshua asked, not knowing weather or not to believe it.
Nikolai just nodded, “Y-yeah, bubba. I’m awake..oh god I am so sorry I didn’t believe any of you kids in the beginning.”
“It’s alright..it’s okay, does that mean everyone else is?”
“Y-yeah, it’s gotta be. You found us. You found really us…oh my god your mom and friends!”
“Mom?”
“I’ll go find your mother and my friends. You go check on the others.”
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The two stood up grabbing their coats rushing out of the loft. Nikolai knew there are so many things he needed to do later on, but his thoughts came rushing down to his wife. Joshua smiled running out the door as a glimpse of hope started to emerge from his eyes noticing the chaos of the streets rushing to find Bella and Ethan. He helped a couple of others that were still trying to desperately find their loved ones.
Rick and Luna were even seen reunited with their family at the diner.
Nikolai went around the corner, searching for his friends as the crowded streets went cold. His mind was running a miles a second faster than his body can handle, noticing couples running into each other’s arms, kids looking for their friends and some of his teammates piling up. He looked over his shoulders to notice the stack of bouncing brown curls in black jeans and top that seemed to be light blue scrubs.
He allowed a breathless smile reach his cheeks and yelled out, “Snow!”
She paused turning her head standing next to the pair of trucks, taking a breath as she muttered, “Charming…”
The two stumbled onto the middle of the streets, falling into each other’s arms. Amelia cupped his face for a split second, as her hands reached to grab the collar of jacket breathlessly taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered with a layer of cold blush and his curls acted a little wild but beloved nonetheless. Nikolai held her close, embracing her touch pushing the short brown layers out of her face, scanning every inch of her face like he was lost in translation and drowning, finding coming up for air.
“I missed you…you found me again..” She said joking softly
“Of course I would.” He responded with a small laugh, “You have you no idea how much I missed you..”
“God, it was right in front of us this whole time.”
“It’s okay. We were just as blinded as they were.”
Without a second thought, the couple pulled the other into a long awaited kiss, every bit of longing was brought into that moment. A hand was placed on the back of Amelia’s neck as they kissed, meanwhile a small hand stayed on Nikolai’s chest.
A small muttering voice was heard causing them to pull apart, reconnecting the very same thought to their son. Joshua stood there awkwardly smiling at his parents who pulled him into a tight embrace, hushing whatever worries or concerns he had. Amelia saw her baby again, that’s all that mattered to her as she kissed his forehead, the same forehead she stitched up a couple of hours ago. She had so many questions and things she wanted to truly know about him. Nikolai rested a hand on his head and pressed a kiss onto his forehead, remembering the last moment they shared together when he was just born, now he had another memory—another chance to rebuild up that list of moments lost.
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On the other side of town, Cole and Jeremy were talking about something, hiking up a hill near the woods. The two reunited in the middle of the streets a couple of minutes ago, telling one another how much they missed their husband very much.
As the two embraced it clicked for Jeremy that his husband he woke up first and didn’t think of waking him afterwards. He wasn’t too upset about it, just questioned how handled waking up to wake up from the curse and didn’t try to knock some sense into him.
Cole was holding his husband’s hand and sighs, “For the last time, I’m sorry for not waking up you up sooner!”
Jeremy softly glared returning the favor of keeping him closed as he responded, “You let me go on for more than a few weeks, under this spell as the most doe eyed husband known to man. With a damn prosthetic hand!” 
“Oh hush, you were happy under the curse for years and not taking my ear off! It was kinda funny coming home to you not wearing your leather and red vest.”
“I was wearing blue jeans, flannel and sneakers every day for years. I miss my thick boots..and I love prosthetic hand, but I kinda my hook, babe.”
“I know you will like the flexibility to use both. We’re going to go searching for it in my shop after we’re done. And I’ll take you out to dinner for an apology, I promise.”
Jeremy grinned hearing that part, knowing he more than deserved a whole week alone with his husband now that the curse was over. He knew he has to find their friends afterwards but first he wanted him.
Cole smirked and pressed a kiss to his lips, missing that cheeky grin of his loving man as they reach the wishing well closed to the town. The water of run below are set to have the powers to return what once was lost. Yes there was magic small enough to sprinkle in tiny corners of the town, but not as much as they would like.
They just needed a little more.
Cole let Jeremy to the honors, holding a small bottle of mist that was coated with true loves magical elements. The two were able to take a few flowers from the store across the pawnshop, crush the seeds within to create a misty powder, mixing with the other elements they could find.
It didn’t have to be a lot of magic. A trickle to a certain roar would do enough to breathe life back into the town. Cole rested his head on Jeremy’s shoulder as his husband poured the powder down the well.
They waited for something to take place.
“Nothing happened.” Jeremy said blunted, with a humorous tone.
“Wait for it, love.” Cole added inching for them to take a step back.
A mere two seconds later, a lower misty cloud crawled up the well and out pouring its down the slope of hills and mountains below, seemingly leading itself across town like a light blue sea of fog.
Sometimes the grandest gestures came from all packages. The misty clouds floated over the floor of the buildings and streets catching a slight breeze of attention for everyone. It wasn’t huge, but effective nonetheless.
It was subtle. 
The couple grinned at the sight, it was wild and soft whisper. Oh boy were they gonna have a nice dinner tonight.
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The town slowly but steadily noticed the glimmer of light blue smoke that reached above their feet. Even if none of them noticed, others have felt in their bones. Some people felt it quicker than the rest.
Good chance some might’ve gotten the bouncing feeling of magic surrounding them the moment the curse broke and others, the would’ve touched that side of themselves later on.
Liane felt it in her back as she lay across in her hospital bed, Ethan was more than concerned with their friends to notice. Bella noticed something small out of the corner of her eye, so did Cassie.
Alexander was in his office, glancing out the window to notice the blue smoke coming across the streets, he stood there confused then smirked wondering what would happened next.
Citizens of the town looked over their shoulders to notice the mist crawling from the ground like a breeze.
Nikolai’s eye widen grabbing his eye and son’s hands ushering them to somewhere else safer than the middle of the street.
Joshua’s narrow his eyesight as his mother held him close to her chest, watching the smoke start to pour onto the edges of town then slowly disappear. Amelia kept a hand on his head watching the smoke clear, leaning against her husband.
She knew whatever happens next, all that matters is they’re alive and kicking. Weather they have magic or not in these streets…
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Th-th-that’s all folks! Hopefully more will be revealed soon hehe. 😜
Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it, tell me what do you think?
Thank you @missstrawbs2001 for coming on this journey with me! I honestly didn’t expect this to grow and become what it is haha it was originally intended to be a one off thing. 💕 Thank you @gcthvile for creating such amazing content to bounce of off, I love your work and taking time to explore this universe of storytelling 💘
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anyone want to jump into plotting in a shared discord 1x1 server? after we chat a little and see if we vibe ofc. 21+ only pls as i am over 25. my main blog is haziest but i'm shadowbanned so i am posting here. check out my guidelines/some fcs i want under the read more and feel free to message me on discord at iranoveroprah, just tell me your url first please!
i'm called nine
he/him
cst
25+
queer
i generally like playing face claims of color, and i prefer if you do too
i play any gender including nonbinary & trans muses & fcs, and i prefer if you do too
ask for my discord where (if we vibe) we can plot and make a server and headcanon and thread and stuff (i can make it if you want me to no pressure lol)
will not rp: pregnancy, anything involving babies or parenting including parents with grown children, military, historical, royal, cops, generally “taboo” topics (inc*st, r*pe, etc. but just ask if you’re unsure), fcs or muses under 20, or celebrities as themselves
i now have a list of banned fcs (sorry it keeps growing):
anyone under age 20. no exceptions. benedict cumberbatch, bts members, choi jongho, choi seungcheol (s.coups), chonnasorn sajakul (sorn), chris evans, chris pratt, colton haynes, david harbour, ezra miller, henry cavill, holland roden, jackson wang, jacob elordi, jennifer lawrence, jeon soyeon, kardashians/jenners, kim woojin, kim youngjo (ravn), kj apa, lim jaebeom (jay b), matthew gray gubler, miley cyrus, oliver sykes, park jaehyung (jae/eaJ), ryan gosling, taylor swift, tom holland, won kunhang (hendery), wong yukhei (lucas). this may be subject to change over time.
i generally like fast-moving threads, and i find <300 word threads are easiest to reply to, but i don’t mind long threads too! usually i’ll recommend doing a rapid fire thread alongside a longer thread to keep the inspo going
anything else just ask!
wanted plot dynamics/tropes:
addiction ᝰ affairs ᝰ angels & demons ᝰ codependent & toxic relationships ᝰ dumb stoners in love ᝰ grief & comfort ᝰ hauntings ᝰ impulsive confessions ᝰ long-distance & online relationships ᝰ musicians ᝰ opposites attract ᝰ poly ships ᝰ post-apocalyptic rebuilding of society ᝰ religious differences ᝰ spooky things !!! ᝰ unrequited pining ᝰ urban fantasy elements/settings.
(very niche) wanted fcs:
avan jogia ᝰ bae sumin ᝰ barry keoghan ᝰ bella poarch ᝰ brandon perea ᝰ chase sui wonders ᝰ choi beomgyu ᝰ choi in ᝰ choi yena ᝰ choi yoonah (doa) ᝰ conan gray ᝰ davika hoorne ᝰ dev patel ᝰ do hanse ᝰ dong sicheng (winwin) ᝰ evan mock ᝰ fukutomi tsuki ᝰ greta onieogou ᝰ han hyun min ᝰ hong siyoung (giriboy) ᝰ huh yunjin ᝰ hunter schafer ᝰ ivan rzhevsky ᝰ jang eunseong (dosie) ᝰ jeon somi ᝰ jeong jisu (albin) ᝰ jeremy allen white ᝰ jo gyehyeon ᝰ jonathan daviss ᝰ kai kamal huening (hueningkai) ᝰ kim gyunhak (leedo) ᝰ kim sunwoo ᝰ kim yongseung ᝰ kwak jiseok (gaon) ᝰ lee jooyeon ᝰ lee seoho ᝰ lee suyeon (sheon) ᝰ lee taeyeob (yoojung) ᝰ lights bokan ᝰ lily rose depp ᝰ lizeth selene ᝰ mae col ᝰ maggie lindemann ᝰ mat musto (blackbear) ᝰ na goeun ᝰ nicha yontararak (minnie) ᝰ oh seungmin (o.de) ᝰ osaki shotaro ᝰ park jihyo ᝰ rahul kohli ᝰ riz ahmed ᝰ tahliah barnett (fka twigs) ᝰ tati gabrielle ᝰ sen mitsuji ᝰ simone ashley ᝰ son dongju (xion) ᝰ song yuqi ᝰ thomas weatherall ᝰ xu minghao (the8) ᝰ yoo yongha ᝰ zhou xianxianye.
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Spätzli o knöpfli svizzeri, la ricetta
Spätzli o knöpfli svizzeri.
Ogni tanto mia mamma ama fare questo piatto svizzero, un tipo di pasta all'uovo, che normalmente si usa come contorno di piatti di carne o comunque di piatti salati.
Noi invece, cogliendo la somiglianza al gusto con le trofie liguri (che però sono fatte con le patate), li condiamo con il pesto genovese e sono veramente buonissime.
Quelli che avanzano si mettono in freezer per essere gustati un altro giorno sempre col pesto oppure (questa volta sì) come contorno di di una bella grigliata di carne e wurstel.
Spätzli or Swiss knöpfli, the recipe - Spätzli ou knöpfli suisse, la recette - Spätzli o Swiss knöpfli, la receta - Spätzli ou knöpfli suíço, a receita - Spätzli oder Schweizer Knöpfli, das Rezept - Spätzli hoặc Swiss knöpfli, công thức - Spätzli 或 Swiss knöpfli，食谱 - シュペッツリまたはスイスのクネプフリ、レシピ
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1/50 days of productivity | July 1, 2022
Summer School Blues
My next chapter test is in two days in Psy 201. I'm stressin' This will be my 3rd test so far. I'm just trying to complete everything. Between the two courses it's a lot. My 2nd course is COL_106 intro to healthcare. It's mainly reading and writing. The topics are all learning techniques. I got a lot done today, but I'm fading :) I guess I'll watch Total Bellas for awhile.
Things finished-
-Col_106 Module 9-online workshop
-Col 106 Module 9-video discussion board
-Col_106 Module 9-reflection 5 essay
-2hrs work from home $$
-1hr of cleaning $$
-Psy_201 start chapter 12, Personality (psychology)
- tanned
Weekend Goals
Clean the "big house" $$
Finish 'Work from home' stuff
lay out tomorrow
finish module 9
complete module 10
study psychology
relax
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Aprilia è tornata in auge con tantissimi nuovi modelli
Con la bella stagione la voglia di balzare in sella ad una nuova moto è altissima. Ecco come ottenere i migliori bonus per risparmiare.
Che siate amanti delle moto da cross o da strada vi sono tantissime novità che vi lasceranno a bocca aperta. Dopo i difficili anni della pandemia la voglia di libertà su due ruote è esplosa. I numeri, infatti, hanno messo in luce il boom delle moto touring, ma anche per le naked e le scrambler. La passione per le moto versatili è nata dall’esigenza di poter affrontare qualsiasi superfice in qualsiasi momento dell’anno.
Le naked sono fatte per gli animi corsaioli. L’Aprilia è tornata in auge con tantissimi nuovi modelli che hanno fatto impazzire gli appassionati. La Tuono 660 può essere presa al volo in promozione con la formula DreamRide Now, con rate da 129 euro (TAN 7,90%, TAEG 9,04%) e dopo 3 anni è possibile tenerla, cambiarla o restituirla. L’Aprilia Tuono V4 e V4 Factory sono proposte con rate da 159 euro al mese (TAN 7,90%, TAEG 8,91%) sempre con la medesima formula dopo un triennio.
La BMW G 310 è possibile tenerla 2 o 3 anni per poi decidere se tenerla o restituirla. Il Free2Ride by BMW consente un anticipo 0 e 47 rate da 113 euro (TAN 7,99% TAEG 11,45%). Dopo 48 mesi o 20.000 km VFG di 2.441 euro. Con il Free2Ride BMW F 900 R è proposta con anticipo di 3.350 euro e 35 rate da 100 euro (TAN 7,99% TAEG 11,35%). Il VFG dopo 30.000 km o 3 anni è di 4.213 euro. Le offerte non mancano nemmeno per BMW R 1250 R e BMW S 1000 R.
Tornando in Italia, la casa di Borgo Panigale consente l’acquisto, con Ducati Bike Value, della Monster a rate a partire da 99 euro al mese – TAN 6,89 % fisso – TAEG 8,56%. La Ducati Streetfighter V2 può essere tua con rata a partire da 169 euro al mese – TAN 6,89 % fisso – TAEG 8,10%. Si tratta di offerte sensazionali che faranno esplodere, ulteriormente, i fatturati della casa emiliana.
Moto, ecco tutte le migliori proposte
La Honda propone la CB750 Hornet con la formula Easy Honda. Dopo 2 o 3 anni si può scegliere se tenere, restituire o acquistare una nuova moto. Stesso ragionamento anche per la regina Honda CB1000R. In questo modo il centauro ha piena libertà di scelta, non sentendosi legato all’acquisto obbligato, ma coloro che scelgono di continuare a guidarla dovranno saldare la maxirata finale in un’unica soluzione o rateizzarla.
Sulle Husqvarna Svartpilen e Vitpilen 401 sono previsti 500 euro di vantaggi. Col programma StartNow Valore Futuro Garantito, importo finanziabile da 3.000 a 22.000 euro. KTM, invece, propone la 1290 Super Duke R ed EVO con 2.000 euro in meno, 4 di garanzia e silenziatore Akrapovic in omaggio. Con finanziamento 1290 Super Duke R è disponibile con anticipo di 7.750 euro, 35 rate mensili da 100,30 euro e maxirata finale di 12.570 euro (TAN 6,75% tasso fisso – TAEG 8,30% tasso fisso).
Volando in Giappone la Kawasaki Z 900, sino al 31 marzo, è disponibile con un 4 cilindri ed uno sconto di 1.300 euro: il prezzo è a partire da 8.990 euro. La Suzuki SV650 è proposta fino a fine mese con finanziamento Way2Ride: 79 euro al mese per 24 mesi, anticipo 1.384,70 euro e maxirata finale di 3.984 euro (TAN 5,95%, TAEG 8,65%). Date una occhiata anche alle promo della Suzuki GSX-8S e della Suzuki GSX-S1000.
Fari accesi anche sulla MV Agusta Brutale 800 RR, proposta con una prezzo vantaggioso di 2mila euro. Sulle moto di Schiranna, inoltre, il finanziamento è a 36 mesi con importo finanziabile da 3.000 a 20.000 euro e balloon del 50% (TAN 4,95%), oppure 12-36 mesi e importo da 1.500 a 20.000 euro (TAN 2,95%) e ancora 12-72 mesi per importi da 1.500 a 30.000 euro (TAN 6,75%). Triumph, Yamaha, Benelli e tanti altri top brand offrono offerte da cogliere al volo.
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Il gigante fiorentino
A Firenze, nell’Ottocento, passeggiando per le strade del centro, capitava sovente di imbattersi in un personaggio alquanto curioso. Un omone grande e grosso, alto oltre due metri, e che sembrava ancora più alto perchè indossava sempre un cappello a tuba che lo proiettava ancor più verso il cielo.
Quasi sempre, accanto a lui, camminava una donnina, piccola piccola, anziana, che sembrava ancor più piccina al cospetto del gigante. Inutile dire che i due destavano l’attenzione dei passanti, che non potevano esimersi dall’osservarli e dal commentare la “strana coppia”.
Il gigante era Mario Palazzi, un poeta improvvisatore, mentre della piccola donnina si conosce soltanto il nome: Assuntina. Mario Palazzi, oltre al suo cappello a cilindro, portava sempre con sé un bastone da passeggio ed una borsa di pelle a tracolla, dove custodiva le sue composizioni, che poi declamava sulla via.
Giovanni Papini, a proposito del Palazzi, scrisse: “In questa borsa di pelle consunta e arrossata, ch’era il suo più amato tesoro, teneva le sue opere stampate e manoscritte, cioè degli opuscoli dov’erano raccolte le sue poesie più belle e altre poesie scritte a penna che egli era pronto a vendere a chiunque le richiedesse. Ma non le offriva con la voce e col gesto a nessuno. Era sempre silenzioso, austero, severo e quasi sempre mesto e sovrappensiero, sia che stesse ascoltando l’ispirazione della musa, sia che si vergognasse di quella sua spropositata statura, che attirava su di lui i lazzi dei beceri e dei monelli...”.
Una volta Papini si mise seduto accanto a Palazzi su una panchina di Piazza d’Azeglio e apprese da lui una vecchia canzoncina che recitava così:
“Al tempo dei Medici
un quattrin facea per sedici
Ma ora coi Lorena
se si desina non si cena
Venuto Emanuelle
non siamo che ossa e pelle…”
Il Palazzi, in cambio di un sussidio, sembra avesse ceduto alla Specola il suo scheletro, una volta morto. Una volta, a seguito di una caduta, Mario Palazzi si ruppe una costola. Invece di dolersene, pare che se ne sia quasi compiaciuto, contento di non donare alla Specola uno scheletro intero…!!
Personaggio davvero singolare, quasi un vagabondo, visse a lungo a Montedomini. Morì all’ospedale di Santa Maria Nuova nel 1913. Il suo scheletro? Nessuno sa che fine abbia fatto!
Riporto una poesia di Mario Palazzi, che può servire ad inquadrare meglio il soggetto.
"Firenze civilizzata"
A noi par d'essere
Civilizzati
Peggio che ora
Non siam mai stati
Se questo è il vago
Giardin di Flora (Firenze)
Era più bella
Prima via Gora (attuale Via Montebello)
Questo è il felice
Secol de' Lumi
Senza più arrosto
Ma molti fumi
Tutti siam dotti
Il Cappellajo
Se fa uno sgorbio
E' Ghirlandajo
E quel che i cavoli
Vende al mercato
Vede suo figlio
Sommo avvocato
Spera nel titolo
Di Generale
Quello che vende
Fino il majale
Chi più dell'essere
Conta il parere (apparire)
Scambia il Te Deum
Col Miserere
E a conti fatti
Può dirgli ognuno
Sperasti pascerti
E sei digiuno
Gabriella Bazzani
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Pesaro, "Natale insieme, amico cane" dà appuntamento sotto l'albero; il Comune distribuirà 200 borracce ai presenti
Pesaro, "Natale insieme, amico cane" dà appuntamento sotto l'albero; il Comune distribuirà 200 borracce ai presenti
«Un modo comodo, e più sostenibile, per aiutare i proprietari dei cani a pulire le deiezioni liquide e mantenere più bella e pulita la città», così Enzo Belloni, assessore all'Operatività, spiega l'iniziativa che, il 25 dicembre, in occasione di "Natale insieme, Amico Cane", porterà l'Amministrazione comunale, in collaborazione con Marche Multiservizi a distribuire 200 borracce brandizzate Pesaro 2024 e MMS a chi si presenterà col proprio amico a quattro zampe in piazza del Popolo.
I contenitori saranno consegnati durante «Un appuntamento irrinunciabile per gli "amici di Fido" - continua Belloni -. "Natale insieme, Amico cane" da 33 anni lancia un messaggio di rispetto e tutela degli animali, e quest'anno, anche un'attenzione maggiore all'ambiente e all'aspetto della nostra città che, insieme, possiamo rendere ancor più bella e pulita», come previsto anche dal Regolamento per la tutela e il decoro del patrimonio culturale del centro storico.
L'appuntamento con "Natale insieme, Amico cane" è in programma lunedì 25 dicembre, sotto l'albero in piazza del Popolo, dalle ore 21.30. I proprietari e i loro cani si ritroveranno per uno scambio di auguri e di saluti. Chi vorrà potrà portare un barattolo di carne o altro cibo confezionato per i cani più sfortunati. Alle 22.30 il gruppo, si sposterà alla chiesa di Sant'Agostino (corso XI Settembre), per la benedizione degli animali. L'iniziativa ideata da Ettore Florio, ha il patrocinio del Comune di Pesaro e la collaborazione di Enpa....
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Champions League, il Napoli centra il passaggio agli ottavi
Il Napoli stasera finalmente raggiunge il primo obiettivo della stagione, il passaggio agli ottavi di Champions League. L'importante stasera ea fare il necessario contro avversari modesti. Il Braga, infatti, sembra una buona squadra di B ma poteva con un goal fortunoso mettere in crisi gli azzurri. Appunto finale per la maglia: bella e solare che porta al prossimo turno.
Champions League, la prestazione azzurra
Ottima la prestazione di tutta la squadra ma soprattutto di Natan, Osimhen e Politano ma anche Meret non ha demeritato. Potremo dire che se oggi il Napoli si convince della sua forza (e magari con due bei rinforzi in difesa) potrebbe iniziare un nuovo campionato. Ci sono ancora tanti trofei in campo: la supercoppa, la coppa Italia, gli ottavi di Champions e il piazzamento finale nelle prime quattro. Nulla è perso e tutto è possibile.
Il tocco di Mazzarri
La mano di Mazzarri si comincia a intravedere nel gioco e nella tenuta atletica, se riesce a dargli una fase difensiva nulla è precluso a questa squadra che scarsa non è. Quindi un bel 7 a tutti e un 8 al Mazzarrone che inizia il suo vero cammino partenopeo stasera. Occhio alla prossima di campionato col Cagliari e poi col Frosinone per risalire in classifica.
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Madame nera come l’ebano nata a dicembre 2022
La elegantissima cuccioletta in foto è Madame; nata presumibilmente a dicembre 2022; è una futura taglia medio-contenuta, probabilmente sui 15/20 kg. Madame è un po’ timidina motivo per cui richiediamo un percorso di inserimento presso la pensione. Si trova a Pavia (PV) in pensione e sin da subito è possibile andare a trovarla di persona per conoscerla direttamente; si cerca urgentemente una bella adozione. Verrà affidata sverminata, microchippata, vaccinata. Si richiede compilazione questionario preaffido e visita preadozione. Solo maggiorenni, no perditempo. Ci si aspetta massima serietà e adozione consapevole.
Per informazioni, foto e video contattate Valeria, la responsabile della pensione, (345 3368674). Gli interessati potranno fare richiesta di informazioni tramite whatsapp anticipando una loro presentazione esaustiva (nome, cognome, località, tipo abitazione, composizione nucleo famigliare, altri animali in casa, esperienze pregresse ecc.). Nel caso non riusciste a contattare Valeria è possibile fare riferimento a Giulia (349 6403337 – mail: [email protected]), volontaria responsabile adozioni dell’associazione Adottami col Cuore – ODV.
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BABY JULIAN
#let's take a moment to be thankful Ty's nickname is no longer Tibs <3#also it's weird to think that mark was originally the eldest & that there was an eighth sibling :/#like it just seems wrong#bella reads cols
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JOIN THE EVIL - THE CURSE OF KUTU TRAILER 2023
IL COTTAGE - LA MALEDIZIONE DI KUTU TRAILER 2023
LBV productions presenta il primo dei tre film horror dell’iconica saga, "JOIN THE EVIL” intitolato “IL COTTAGE – LA MALEDIZIONE DI KUTU", del produttore, sceneggiatore e regista Davide Santandrea ("Horror in the Wood", “Memorie di uno Zombie”, “Join the dead”, “Paura di un libro”, “Tramonto di sangue”, “L’uomo che non sopravvisse al virus”, “L’ombra del diario”, “Non fate arrabbiare la nonna!”, “Oltre L’ignoto” ). Il film è interpretato da Mauro Casadei ("Il Cottage 2"), Davide Bella ("Horror in The Wood", "il Cottage 2", “Memorie di uno zombie”, “L’uomo che non sopravvisse al virus”), Alessandro Corzani, Marina Jane ("Il Cottage 2"),Graziella Polmonari (Horror in the Wood, “Non fate arrabbiare la nonna!”, Il Cottage 2) e Giulia Lombardi.
Anno di produzione : Marzo 2022
"Join The Evil – The Curse of Kutu", in Italia semplicemente intitolato: “IL COTTAGE - LA MALEDIZIONE DI KUTU”, racconta l’intricata vicenda di un archeologo, il Prof. Pedro Caranza (Davide Bella), e della sua scoperta nelle grotte sotto il tempio di Kut -Al-Amara, nell’Iraq meridionale, di alcune tavolette sumere, scritte dall’antica setta di Kutu dedita al culto di Azathot. I due figli Eric (Alessandro Corzani) e Vincent (Mauro Casadei), desiderosi di ricongiungersi col padre nel cottage vicino al bosco, iniziano una battaglia primordiale per sopravvivere alle forze del male risvegliate dalla lettura di una formula scritta nelle tavolette sumere e riportata nel libro di Kutu scritto da loro padre. Con il risveglio del demone Azathoth il libro diventa maledetto e mieterà vittime tra coloro che sprovvedutamente lo leggono.
"Join The Evil – Il Cottage – la maledizione di Kutu" è prodotto esclusivamente dal creatore della serie, Davide Santandrea, che ha ideato il personaggio comico "Vincent Ascia" interpretato da Mauro Casadei. Il film in parte Horror/splatter e in parte comico/slapstic, per la realizzazione il regista si è valso dell’ispirazione ai racconti – miti di Howard Phillips Lovecraft, al film Evil Dead 1981 di Sam Raimi e alle comiche di Stanlio ed Olio, dei tre Marmittoni e di Jerry Lewis. La colonna sonora del film è stata realizzata in parte dal compositore Omar Nedjari e in parte dal gruppo musicale “Stones Circle”. Una presentazione LBV Productions.
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LBV Productions presents the first of the three iconic horror film series, "JOIN THE EVIL", titled "THE COTTAGE - THE CURSE OF KUTU," by producer, screenwriter, and director Davide Santandrea ("Horror in the Wood," "Memories of a Zombie," "Join the Dead," "Fear of a Book," "Blood Sunset," "The Man Who Didn't Survive the Virus," "The Shadow of the Diary," "Don't Anger Grandma!," "Beyond the Unknown"). The film stars Mauro Casadei ("The Cottage 2"), Davide Bella ("Horror in the Wood," "The Cottage 2," "Memories of a Zombie," "The Man Who Didn't Survive the Virus"), Alessandro Corzani, Marina Jane ("The Cottage 2"), Graziella Polmonari ("Horror in the Wood," "Don't Anger Grandma!," "The Cottage 2"), and Giulia Lombardi.
Production Year: March 2022
"Join The Evil - The Curse of Kutu," simply titled "THE COTTAGE - THE CURSE OF KUTU" in Italy, tells the intricate story of an archaeologist, Prof. Pedro Caranza (Davide Bella), and his discovery of ancient Sumerian tablets in the caves beneath the temple of Kut-Al-Amara in southern Iraq. These tablets were written by the ancient Kutu sect devoted to the cult of Azathot. The two sons, Eric (Alessandro Corzani) and Vincent (Mauro Casadei), eager to reunite with their father in the cottage near the woods, embark on a primal battle to survive the evil forces awakened by reading a formula inscribed on the Sumerian tablets and detailed in their father's book of Kutu. As the demon Azathoth awakens, the book becomes cursed and claims victims among those foolish enough to read it.
"Join The Evil - The Cottage - The Curse of Kutu" is exclusively produced by the series creator, Davide Santandrea, who conceived the comedic character "Vincent Ascia" portrayed by Mauro Casadei. The film combines elements of horror/splatter and comedy/slapstick, drawing inspiration from the stories and myths of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, Sam Raimi's 1981 film "Evil Dead," and the comedy of Laurel and Hardy, the Three Stooges, and Jerry Lewis. The film's soundtrack is partly composed by Omar Nedjari and partly by the musical group "Stones Circle." A presentation by LBV Productions.
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Custodi di arte e fede: La Madonna Nera
Le rappresentazioni mariane dall’incarnato scuro sono parte della storia del cristianesimo ed ancora oggi si dedica alla Madonna Nera una forte devozione in tutto il mondo.
Solitamente una Madonna Nera è una rappresentazione della Vergine accompagnata dal Bambin Gesù i cui volti e le mani hanno un colorito scuro e ci sono 745 rappresentazioni mariane dall’incarnato scuro in Europa.
Una delle più note è la Madonna di Loreto, o Vergine Lauretana, che era una statua del secolo XVI, con il volto annerito dal fumo delle lampade a olio, oltre che dall’alterazione dei pigmenti originari. Quando nel 1921 un incendio ridusse in cenere la statua originale si decise di farne un’altra mantenendone il colore, e per questo fu scolpita nel legno di un cedro del Libano preso dai Giardini Vaticani.
Nel Santuario di Oropa, presso Biella, dalla prima metà del Trecento c’è la statua gotica della Madonna nera, le cui origini si perdono nei culti precristiani dei celti.
Infatti l’intero santuario sorge presso dei massi erratici, che erano luoghi di culto pagani legati alla fecondità e la statua della Madonna Nera non mostra tracce di tarlatura e di logoramento, inoltre la polvere non si posa mai sul suo volto.
Il Santuario della Madonna Nera di Tindari ospita una statua bizantina della Madonna giunta dal mare per sfuggire alla persecuzione iconoclasta in Oriente che, realizzata in cedro del Libano, raffigura la Madonna come Basilissa, cioè Regina seduta in trono, su uno scranno che riporta incisa la citazione dal Cantico dei Cantici che è Nigra Sum Sed Formosa, cioè Sono nera ma bella.
Invece la Madonna Nera di Czestochowa, o Vergine Nera è un’icona medioevale bizantina che rappresenta la Madonna col Bambino e, come altre immagini, è stata attribuita a San Luca Evangelista.
Profanata a colpi d’ascia nel XV secolo, questa statua è diventata un simbolo della resistenza dei polacchi alle invasioni.
La Vergine della Candelaria è patrona delle Isole Canarie, dove fu ritrovata in riva al mare nel 1392 da due pescatori autoctoni, che inizialmente pensarono rappresentasse uno spirito per il colore nero del volto, e poi iniziarono a venerarla.
A Saintes-Maries-De-La-Mer, in Francia, ci sono tre Marie giunte dal mare dalla Palestina, in fuga dalle persecuzioni dopo la crocifissione di Gesù.
Una di loro era Maria Maddalena, o Maria di Betania, sorella di Marta e di Lazzaro, amici di Gesù, le altre Santa Maria di Cleofa e Maria Salomé, due delle pie donne testimoni della morte di Cristo. La venerazione per queste donne si mescolò con il folklore gitano, legando a questa la figura di Sara, la Kali, la nera, una regina rom che comandava le tribù del delta del Rodano, che predisse l’arrivo delle Pie donne.
Anche Sara ha il volto nero e nei secoli prese il posto di Maria Maddalena nell’immaginario e nella devozione popolare.
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Mr.Rain - Supereoi
A poche ore dalla fine dell'edizione 73 del Festival di Sanremo, mi lancio nel calissico pronostico in cui tutti gli anni mi butto.
Onestamente non volevo farlo, ma questa canzone è davvero stupenda e su diversi piani.
Bellissimo, stupendo il testo.
Da leggere, capire, fare proprio , mai come in questo periodo.
Bella la canzone e la metrica che rimane facile nella testa e si insidia come non mai.
Delicato l'accompagnamento musicale, con il coro di bimbi, per altro sorridenti sul palco di Sanremo e assenti nel video ufficiale (peccato), che lanciano un messaggio molto forte di pace, serenità e speranza (in un periodo storico in cui ce ne sarebbe bisogno anche se in realtà ce ne sono molti di falsi sul video e troppi anche semplicemente fra le mlle persone che incontriamo o incrociamo giorno per giorno per strada e nemmeno ce ne accorgiamo).
Canzone che accarezza l'animo, scalda il cuore con un suono lento, costante, diffondendo un bel messaggio.
Un video (quello ufficiale visualizzato nei primi tre giorni dal rilascio da oltre un milione e mezzo di persone al giorno in media), che è una vera e propria opera d'arte e che nella sua complessità di trama, riesce a trasmettere nelle immagini il significato della canzone stessa che tutt'altro è che leggera canzonetta.
Una vera Opera dsotto diversi punti di vista che mi ha rapitp, più di altre e oltre i pronostici classici.
Stupendo il ritornello ma ancor di più tutto il testo della canzone, ma proprio bella, bella tutta.
Ve la propongo e sappiate che è la mia personale preferita.
Non puoi combattere una guerra da solo
Il cuore è un’armatura
Ci salva ma si consuma,
A volte chiedere aiuto ci fa paura
Ma basta un solo passo come il primo uomo sulla luna,
Perché da fuori non si vede quante volte hai pianto
Si nasce soli e si muore nel cuore di qualcun altro
Siamo angeli con un’ala soltanto e riusciremo a volare solo restando l’uno accanto all’altro.
Camminerò
A un passo da te
E fermeremo il vento come dentro gli uragani
Supereroi
Come io e te
Se avrai paura allora stringimi le mani
Perché siamo invincibili vicini
E ovunque andrò sarai con me
Supereroi
Solo io e te
Due gocce di pioggia
Che salvano il mondo dalle nuvole
Ci sono ferite che non se ne vanno nemmeno col tempo
Più profonde di quello che sembrano
Guariscono sopra la pelle, ma in fondo ti cambiano dentro
Ho versato così tante lacrime fino ad odiare me stesso, ma ogni volta che ho toccato il fondo
Tu c’eri lo stesso
Oh
Quando siamo distanti
Ogni volta che piangi piange pure il cielo
Oh
Non ho molto da darti ma ti giuro che
Camminerò
A un passo da te
E fermeremo il vento come dentro gli uragani
Supereroi
Come io e te
Se avrai paura allora stringimi le mani
Perché siamo invincibili vicini
E ovunque andrò sarai con me
Supereroi
Solo io e te
Due gocce di pioggia
Che salvano il mondo
Mi basta un attimo e capisco che ogni cicatrice tua è anche mia
Mi basta un attimo per dirti che con te ogni posto è casa mia
Perché siamo invincibili vicini e ovunque andrò sarai con me
Supereroi solo io e te
Due gocce di pioggia che salvano il mondo dalle nuvole
Camminerò
A un passo da te
E fermeremo il vento come dentro gli uragani
Supereroi
Come io e te
Se avrai paura allora stringimi le mani
Perché siamo invincibili vicini
E ovunque andrò sarai con me
Supereroi
Solo io e te
Due gocce di pioggia
Che salvano il mondo dalle nuvole
Significato della canzone:
Dice Mr.Rain della sua canzone: "Mi sono sentito un supereroe, come dico anche nel brano, quando in un momento di difficoltà, dato anche da un percorso cominciato alcuni anni fa, sono riuscito ad accettarmi e a volermi bene. Ho smesso di vergognarmi, di preoccuparmi nel raccontare le mie ansie".
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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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