#and barry’s supposed to be back to make it better and not worse

[blueicequeen19]

Good or Bad?

Warnings: oral, unprotected outdoor sex,

The last thing you wanted to do was ask JJ Maybank for help. You’d had a crush on him forever and everyone knew it. Your friends teased you. His friends teased you. All while JJ paid attention to everyone but you. But now it was the middle of the night and you were stranded. He was the only one who answered and you knew he could tow your car. Maybe even fix it. So you swallowed your pride and tried to calm your racing heart as he backed his truck up to your car. You hated how effortlessly sexy he was while backing up the trailer, his eyes narrowed in concentration before jumping out.

“You okay?” JJ asks, his voice still gruff with sleep and instantly making him ten times sexier.

“Yes. Thank you for helping me. I tried everyone. I’m sorry I woke you.” You couldn’t help but ramble even when he smirked, flipping his hat backwards.

“It’s fine. I’ll always help a damsel in distress.” JJ smiles, that damn dimple making your knees weak as he hooks chains to the front of your car.

“What are you doing all the way out here anyway? There’s nothing out her but Baseheads.” JJ raises a blonde brow at you before moving to your drivers side to throw the car in neutral.

“I was uh—, meeting someone. It ended up being a mistake.” You shrug, keeping your eyes down so he doesn’t see your humiliation. JJ stays quiet which is somehow worse. He manages to load your small car on his trailer with no help and very little sweat. Who knew watching a man doing a little work was so hot?

“So, who were you seeing?” JJ finally asks, turning to put his back against his truck and crossing his arms. You tried not to gawk at all the muscles he had on display in his cutoff. Even his forearms were sexy.

“It doesn’t matter. He was seeing someone else apparently.” You chuckle nervously, feeling your face heat In humiliation.

“It matters.” JJ says, keeping his blue eyes trained on you. “Was it Barry?”

You don’t answer and JJ nods, his jaw clenching for just a moment.

“You’re better off, sweetheart.” JJ finally says, his voice losing its edge, like he needed a moment to cool down.

“Well options are limited on the island. It was just going to be sex anyway. Nothing serious.” You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, hoping he doesn’t view you as some sort of slut but who didn’t enjoy sex? He chuckles, stroking his chin for a moment as his eyes start to drink you in. You were hot everywhere under his gaze. Like he was undressing you with his eyes.

“You’re not a ‘nothing serious’ type of girl.” JJ steps forward, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t think I can do casual?” Your tone is light as you smirk nervously back at him. His hands in yours making it hard to breathe or think.

“No I don’t. You’re the marrying type. You need something serious. Something real. You’re not going to find it with Barry. You’re a good girl, Y/N.” Your heart nearly bursts in your chest, your hands starting to shake in his.

“I’m not always a good girl.” You whisper, watching the way his eyes darken and he licks his lips.

“And how does a good girl pay someone back for a late night tow?” JJ rasps, pulling you closer until your chests are almost flush.

“Probably not the same way a bad girl does.” Your hand slips from his to grab his belt loop. JJ swallows, casting his eyes down to watch your movements. Your free hand pops the button on his shorts and the sound of his uneven breathing makes you shiver.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching up on your toes to kiss him. You both groan before his tongue dives in your mouth, his hand slipping into your hair to bring you closer. You slip your hand inside his shorts and cup his hard cock through his boxers, making him jerk. Youre not sure where the sudden courage comes from but you can’t stop yourself from slipping your hand in his boxers and you both groan as you wrap your hand around the warm flesh.

“Fuck.” JJ bites out between kisses, one of his hands finding your ass as his kisses grow hungrier.

“You wanna suck me off?” JJ rasps, making your thighs clench as your clit throbs with need. You lick your lips as you nod, pulling him free of his shorts.

Moisture pooled in your panties as you kissed him again before lowering to your knees. JJ curses, his lips parted as he pants, unable to take his eyes off you. You pull your tits free of your tank top, making him groan before wrapping your hand around his throbbing length and swiping your tongue over the weeping tip.

“Shit.” JJ hisses through his teeth, threading his fingers through your hair and guiding his cock past your lips. His gasps of pleasure nearly drive you insane as you suck him slowly, stroking the underneath of his shaft with your tongue. You weren’t sure who this bold person was that he brought out of you but you were determined to see it through. You wanted this to be as memorable for him as it would be for you.

You wrap your hands around what won’t fit your mouth, stroking and twisting your hands until he’s lifting up on his toes and moaning into the night. Saliva slips from the corners of your mouth and your jaw aches but you refuse to stop, even if it meant not getting yours. You loved this fantasy of paying him back with a blowjob. You loved the idea of being bad for him.

“God, I’m gonna cum.” JJ groans before tugging free of your skillful mouth and yanking you to your feet. Your legs nearly buckled, the throbbing between your thighs so intense it hurt.

“I wasn’t done.” You whine, reaching down to stroke him with your hand. His nostrils flare as he fists your hair, bringing you in for a hard kiss.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you in the dirt.” JJ growls, spinning you around and forcing you to bend over the trailer tire. He yanks your shorts down, the cool air meeting the slick between your thighs and causing you to shudder.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. Sucking my cock make you wet, baby?” JJ groans, lowering himself behind you and swiping his tongue through your slit. You moan loudly, your fingers digging into the metal of the trailer while he savors your taste like a delicious treat.

“J.” You breathe, your thighs starting to shake as he feasts. Your orgasm begins to crest, your toes starting to curl when he stops abruptly and shoves his cock inside your pulsing pussy. You practically scream with relief, his hand twisting in the back of your top to hold you in place as he fucks you like a mad man.

You wonder briefly if he bothered to put a condom on but you quickly shake it off. You didn’t care. You wanted him and you wanted his cum.

“I heard you had a crush on me. That true?” JJ grunts with every powerful thrust, making you see more than the stars above you.

“Yes.” You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass back to meet his movements. You were so close you could taste it.

“Yea? So you hoped this would happen when you called me?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.” JJ’s fingers find your clit and you cum with a cry, your eyes rolling back into your head as he slams into you harder and harder.

“Fuck, I hope you’re on something.” JJ bites out, fucking you so hard your teeth rattle until finally he stills, making your insides instantly warm as he releases deep inside your pussy.

A moment passes as you both try to catch your breath, his hold on you being the old thing keeping you upright. He finally pulls out and you both groan, his cum instantly starting to drip from you.

“That’s so hot.” JJ groans, scooping up his release with his fingers and pushing it back inside you.

“Consider your debt paid, sweetheart. Call me anytime.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #obx2 #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow #jj maybank x you #jj obx #outer banks x reader #blueicequeen19 #outer banks fanfiction #tw unprotected sex

[thefallennightmare]

Broken-ten

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of alcoholism and death

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: smut ahead!

Short gasps of breath echoed through the room as hands gripped my hips hard, nails digging into the skin there leaving marks. My leg wrapped around the back that lay on top of me, pulling his hips closer to my core and the new angel made me groan in pleasure. Lips attacked hungrily at my neck, bitting then kissing the marks, and I leaned my head farther to the left so he could get better access.

“Barry,” I moaned while raising my hips into his.

He hissed out his moan and wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer to him, my fingers trailing over his shoulder. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel, grá.”

The tip of his cock hit the highest point in my core before Barry pulled it out and then slammed into me. He did this a few more times; the bed creaking with each hard thrust. The sensation made my eyes roll to the back of my head and when I felt my climax climbing its way over my body, I scratched deep at the skin on Barry’s back. The walls of my pussy clenched over the thickness of his cock but it wasn’t enough, I needed more. Something to drive me over the edge.

Barry sensed it because the pad of his thumb pressed onto my sensitive nub before crashing his lips to mine. We shared a fiery kiss, his tongue brushing past my teeth devouring every inch of my mouth. His thumb drove circles over my clit and with his erratic thrusts it was enough to send me tumbling over the edge. I came with a bright light taking over my vision and my moans coming out in broken screams. Barry’s climax coated the inside of my walls as he came right after me, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

I rocked my hips into him trying to ride out the last bit of my orgasm.

“I love you,” I breathed in a daze.

“I-.”

I awoke in bed with a large gulp of air, sweat pooling from my forehead onto the blanket below. My hands patted next to me as I gathered my surroundings. I was alone in my bed with a burning ache between my legs and frowned when I realized I had been dreaming about Barry and me. It felt so damn real that I could taste his lips on mine.

Running a hand over my face to calm me down, I peered next to me to check my phone. It was just past eleven in the evening and no text from Barry. He was supposed to come back right after he helped tear down the gym and told me to wait up for him. I tried but the exhaustion of the day had overcome my body and I fell asleep waiting for him.

“Maybe he went out for a drink,” I grumbled to myself.

When I squeezed my legs together, I let out a quiet moan at the sensation that shot through my core. My dream still turned me on and I knew there were two ways to deal with it; finish myself or splash some cold water on my face.

Opting for the latter, I slipped out of my room across the hall into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I cupped a handful of cold water and then splashed it over my heated cheeks. The dream felt so real, like how sex used to feel between us, and I missed the way I would feel so full with him.

“Fuck, maybe I should have just gotten myself off,” I said to myself when the dull ache was still between my legs.

Tonight was filled with so much thick sexual tension that I had a feeling if Bary had come back home with me, we would have done something that would make our relationship worse. Technically, he was still with his girlfriend. I remember him telling me he never broke up with her; they had only been fighting since he stayed here with me.

Then why are you letting him flirt with you?

Shaking the thought from my mind, I shut off the bathroom light and was about to head back into my room when I noticed a small light emanating from the living room. As I stopped at the threshold between the hallway and living room, my lips curled up in the faintest smile at the sight. Barry lounged on the smaller of the couch with an arm behind his head propping it up a bit. The other arm was dangling off the couch, fingers grazing the carpet below, and the remote was placed on his bare chest. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and I bit the inside of my cheek at how delicious he looked in this moment; so relaxed.

As if he sensed me staring, Barry’s gaze fell onto me. “Did I wake ya?”

He went to lower the volume on the television so I shook my head to let him know he didn’t.

“When did you get back?” I asked.

“About an hour ago,” Barry ran a hand through his hair. “I came into your room but saw you were asleep.”

I shifted on my feet. “Were you going to wake me?”

My question was laced with lust and Barry adjusted his position on the couch almost inviting me to sit right on his lap and all he did was nod, eyes dark with desire as he took in my appearance. I was wearing an oversized shirt that rested at the mid of my thighs. Thankfully, I was wearing shorts underneath otherwise the wetness I felt in my core would have dripped down my legs.

“Are ya alright?” Barry asked. “Ya look a bit flustered.”

Memories of my dream came flooding back, and I felt my cheeks redden. “Uh, yeah. Just from my dream.”

A playful smirk pulled at his lips. “Yeah? What kind of dream?”

I shook my head, a light laugh escaping my lips. “I bet you would like to know.”

Barry’s eyes darkened as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. My entire body flared at the intensity of his gaze and I had to turn my head away from it. I noticed the television was playing one of my favorite movies, and the opening credits just ending.

“Oh, I love this movie,” I said.

“I remember,” Barry replied. “Want to join?”

I hesitated for a moment because something still pricked my body with desire. If I sat next to him, I’m not sure what would happen, but I wanted to watch the movie. So instead, I sat in the middle of the bigger couch, leaving Barry alone on the smaller one. If he was upset about my choice, I didn’t notice.

“I don’t understand why you continue to sleep on the small couch. This one is big enough for you,” I ran my hand over the cushions.

Barry snickered. “The cushion you’re sitting on sinks so low from being the main spot that everyone usually sat on. Plus, this one has the perfect view of the television. If I sat there, I’d get a glare from either the sun or the streetlights outside.”

My smile reached my eyes at him remembering the smallest details of when we visited here many times before; when we were married and before my parents died.

At the thought of my parents, my eyes jumped to the manila envelope that remained sealed shut in its place at the kitchen table. Barry followed my gaze then let out a sigh.

“Do you want me to open it for you?” He asked.

Quickly, I shook my head. “No, I’ll open it, eventually.”

Barry leaned an arm over the back of his couch and I bit my lip at the way the muscles in his arms and chest tensed.

“You’re avoiding it.”

I scoffed. “I am not.”

I was. I was dreading opening it because I was afraid of what it would say. What if my parents left me nothing, and I had nothing to go back to? With me coming back home to deal with their death, I lost the house back in New York that I was going to rent. I had no job because I had little time to look after the divorce. The money I had was slowly dwindling. I didn’t tell Barry because I knew he would either worry or throw it in my face that I was doing miserable without him and that was the last thing I needed right now.

Barry’s lip parted to say something, but I made a quick motion to the movie. “Can we please watch it? I’ve already missed the first five minutes.”

Reluctantly, he nodded and the both of us eased back into our couches to watch the movie. During the quiet aura between us, I had pulled my legs up to my chest and was running a finger up and down the skin of my leg; something I always had done when my mind was focused on something intently.

Halfway through the movie, I felt hot eyes on the skin of my legs and when I looked towards Barry, I noticed he was already watching me.

I squirmed under his gaze. “What?

He said nothing, only stood from his couch and reached my couch in two large steps then sunk low into the couch next to me. In one swift movement, Bary placed a pillow underneath my head and then pulled my legs into his lap

Something weighed heavy on my shoulders before I could completely lean into him. It outweighed the sexual tension between us.

Alyi.

“What about Alyi?” I asked.

Barry shook his head. “I broke up with her.”

My heart sank at his words.

“Why?”

“The last thing I want right now is to talk about her,” his voice came out low and husky.

I nodded finally allowing myself to ease into his touch as his fingers traced circles over the skin at my ankles, both of us giving our attention back to the movie. But my mind soon faltered away from it back to thoughts of Barry.

Today had been the first time in so long that Barry and I went longer than twenty minutes without fighting. It felt like it did back before we were married even. When we were in the friends-with-benefits stage of our relationship. I craved this feeling for so long and now that I had it again I was afraid of messing it up with a wrong word or action. This Barry, the one who joked around with me, the one that would steal glances when he thought I wasn’t looking, or the one's touch that would electrify every atom in my body.

Like he was right now.

This Barry was the one that I fell so hard for and missed dearly.

With my position on the couch, my shirt had ridden up a bit showing some skin of my stomach, and Barry took it as a silent invitation to trace his calloused fingers there. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

“Is this alright?” Barry questioned, not wanting to make me uncomfortable.

I nodded. “I’ve missed this.”

He hummed in agreement then leaned his head closer to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “Want to know what I’ve missed?”

Our gazes locked faces so close to each other, and I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat before nodding. Barry’s eyes jumped from mine down towards my lips, his hand ghosting farther up my shirt stopping at the patch of skin below my left breast. I sucked in a breath, waiting to see what he would do next; it shocked the hell out of me what it was.

Barry laid his head on my chest and tangled his feet with mine, snuggling in closer to me as his attention went back to the movie.

“I miss being held by you,” he admitted quietly.

My heart soared into my throat and I bit my lip at the sensation that filled me with his revelation. Without saying another word, I ran my hand over the skin of his back, goosebumps rising to his skin, while the other hand snaked through his brown locks; the scent of his shampoo filling my senses.

Cedarwood.

For the rest of the movie, we didn’t say another word. We enjoyed the only noise echoing throughout the small home was coming from the television. Barry’s hand remained in place underneath my left breast while his thick thigh nudged its way between my legs. Just the light touch of it against my already heated core made my lips fall open in a silent moan. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. I wasn’t sure when it was, but Barry’s soft snores soon lulled me into my own slumber.

#barry keoghan angst #barry keoghan masterlist #barry keoghan fluff #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan and ready

[jaxxsoxxn]

"So I'm praying for some rain (like a young man finally praying to get laid)" [BF]

is there a Boomerflash discord server, or somewhere where ppl just chat about them? Or is there not enough peeps? hm...

Anyhow, Boomer gets caught in some heavy ass rain, as in practically a storm, and gets to Flash to get warm, without expecting Barry to be there, actually.

Me, trying to shorten Digger to smth that sounds sweet: ,,,digimon,,, (also, ye, Digi is supposed to be read as in Digimon)

Was going to make it smutty, but deemed it okay rn (i might edit it later just to add smut, beware!)

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In Digger's defense, Central City wasn't exactly known for weird weather. Of course, when you have two elemental-specialists as Rouges and one goddamn Weather Wizard, it can get a little confusing, not even adding the Speedstorm fiasco to the whole equation, but nothing ever was close to what was happening now.

So here he was, his skin lightly tanned and full of freckles (and he means FULL, like he didn't even know they could get low enough to reach his thighs!) after three weeks of something so close to a drought that in the middle of Central City's second week, people started manically buying water. Now, suddenly, halfway through a warm and sunny day, it started pouring - not raining because that'd mean that water wasn't falling from the sky with enough strength to actually hurt him.

Somewhere in his mind, while he was rushing from the shop back home, he wishes his lover wasn't so busy lately, even if he knows it's a thought only from a selfish need to get home quicker, all he can do is focus on it. He can't see ahead when the water hurts his eyes, his clothes so heavy from moisture that he wants to slow down against himself. The cold gets worse, he's shaking while running, and he honestly hopes it's a villain attack because then it won't last too long.

Flash was usually so warm it shook people, his body full of excessive energy. If not his job - two jobs technically - Boomer would come home, lose his wet clothes and just cuddle up with him, maybe without putting something on if the speedster wouldn't mind. His thoughts turned bitter when he remembered that his partner was still out on the mission.

When he finally got inside, his eyes hurting and his whole body shaking, all the energy slowly leaked out of him with every drip of the water coming from him. He just let go of the groceries and shook off his boots, lazily moving towards the couch. His mind whined to him about the cleaning later, but everything else already gave up.

The couch wasn't comfortable, actually far from it, but it was enough - the second he hit it, he couldn't help a peaceful groan and dozed off.

He woke up hot, too hot to do anything but whine deeply, while his dizzy mind caught the fact that someone was tearing off his shirt and pants, still as wet as they were before. He tried to move one of his hands to wack away the person who did it, but a hollow ache in his joints made a good argument against it.

"Shh, you're okay Digi, I gotcha." a soft voice of his lover rang in his ears.

Boomer slowly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a bit, but not enough to not catch the blond hair and blue eyes.

"Can't be, Barry's at work..." he slurred, while trying to push away the skinny hands. Pain swiftly run through his whole body, starting at his fingertips, while the other grabbed his wrists lightly.

"Just let me help love, it's alright, you're burning..."

He never noticed before how quickly Barry's voice made him fall asleep.

This time, when he woke up, a warm body was pressed against his, while there was a wet towel on his forehead. He tried to move slightly around, but the grip tightened, while Barry groaned.

"Stay put, you had a fever all night, Digi." a pair of soft lips found its way onto his forehead, while a hand under his neck moved higher to brush his probably disgustingly sweaty hair. "You feel... better."

He answered with a delicate hum, before slowly moving his face towards the others. Barry had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, his eyes worried, but also happy. He looked somewhere between tired and excited, which made Boomer's heart throb a little.

"Ya alrighty love? Ya don't look all that hot yourself" he mumbled next to his lips, while all the speedster did was smile back at him.

"I wanted to make you a surprise that I'm home quicker than expected, but well- you didn't even believe I was home."

The Australian noticed the change in tone, Flashes voice slightly sadder. He knew that Barry blamed himself a lot over things he didn't have control of. He understood it a little after the bracelet changed a few things in his natural biology* and he also had a better taste of being a speedster - always too late, not enough.

"But ya were." his own tone is steady, more serious than normally. "Ya were here in the end, an' if ya'll beat yourself over it, I'll beat ya with the closest stick."

He ended the sentence with a soft kiss, deeming it distracting enough. Barry moved even closer, his whole body clinging to the other, while his hands slowly moved around, just feeling him up - like he was checking if he's still here. His body relaxed into the touch, his mind swimming lightly when the kiss got more passionate, when Flash finally decided that his hands could stay on the other's hips.

He found somewhere in his head enough IQ to ask himself why the Speedster was acting like that only because of some sickness, but hey - he got kisses and attention, so that question would have to wait.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #captain boomerang #sickfic #kinda

[barry-j-blupjeans]

"What kind of question is that???"

16. "What kind of question is that???"

((ficlet prompts here - still accepting!!))

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Magnus was- nervous. Which, in and of itself, was pretty unusual. He couldn't be Magnus "rushes in" Burnsides if he was nervous all the time. That was more of Barry's job. Maybe Davenport, if Magnus was being real honest about it. But nevertheless, here he was; nervous, kind of sweaty, and overthinking.

It was a silly thing to be nervous about. Well, maybe it wasn't, but Magnus sure did feel silly thinking about it. Like, he felt like he should know all of this by now. They had been on this mission, what? Seven years now? He should have been at the top of his game. On high alert, super smart, super tuned in, and all that. And it wasn't his fault if he zoned out during meetings, because he really did try to focus, they just didn't… make sense. At all. Like, Lup or Barry, or Davenport would say all these fancy high-tech words and Magnus would nod along like he got it, but, uh. He did not, in fact, get it. At all.

But asking Davenport felt embarrassing. And asking Barry maybe felt even more embarrassing, considering Barry always wrapped up his part with "any questions?" and Magnus literally never said anything. Lucretia would be his next best bet, but she was currently recovering from an Infernal Spectre-related injury (turns out ghosts can hit hard) and Magnus didn't want to bother her. Merle, he was pretty sure, understood about as much as it as Magnus did but was much better at hiding it or playing along or whatever.

Both Taako and Lup would probably make fun of him. But Lup would be nicer about it and Magnus had no other sources to turn to so, again, here he was.

It was late enough in the day that everyone was back aboard the ship. After the aforementioned Infernal Spectre incident, Davenport had set a rule to have everyone back in an hour or so before it got dark, just to be safe. The sun on this plane set around four PM and stayed dark until around seven AM. It was currently around six.

He could hear Lucretia laughing from her room- Merle had said something about a "cheer-up party" and dragged Davenport into it. Last he saw them, Merle was painting a clown face onto Davenport and Magnus hadn't stuck around to see how that played out. Barry was either in the lab or in the quarters Magnus and he shared, doing some technical bullshit or notes or whatever. They had gotten the Light this cycle and Magnus had gotten back into the grove of not waking up every time Barry left or entered their room for something. Lup and Taako resided in the kitchen, which Magnus was currently standing in front of.

It smelled really good, at least. Which gave Magnus no clue on how receptive Lup might be feeling right now, because it always smelled good. But he had learned to expect the worse anytime madeleines entered the scene, so he was hoping there weren't any of those.

Confidence. He needed confidence. It was like approaching a black bear, except the black bear was an elf, and the elf remembered that time in cycle four when you ate the skin of a banana because no one had ever told you that you weren't supposed to. Confidence. He could do this. Just gotta… admit he didn't understand a thing that had been happening for seven years.

He couldn't do this.

He turned to leave, but the door to the kitchen opened anyway. And there was Taako, apron on, eyebrows raised.

"You gonna come in, homie, or you just gonna stand there?" he asked.

Elf ears. Right. Fuck. Now he felt awkward about it.

"I was, uhm, I was gonna ask Lup about a. Thing."

"A thing," Taako repeated.

"Yeah," Magnus said. Normal, he was normal. He was so regular. "Just like, a science question."

"A science question," Taako said.

"Yep," Magnus said. "So if I could just, uh, talk to Lup-"

"What's the question?" Taako said, leaning against the doorframe. Magnus tried to peer past him into the kitchen, but Taako's wizard hat was too big to see around. Taako was looking at him expectantly.

"I mean, if I could ask Lup-"

"She's busy," Taako said. And then, again, "what's the question?"

"I was just, uhm- I just-" Words. Words, words, words. It was normal to admit you didn't know something. It made you strong. That's what his stepmom had always said, anyway. He knew Taako. It was fine. He was fine. "Y'know the meeting we had yesterday where we were talking about, how the Light worked and, uhm, why the Hunger wanted to eat it or whatever?"

"Mh-hm," Taako said.

"Well, uhhh, I… didn't… understand that," Magnus said. Gods, he hated this. "At all. I mean, I got that the Hunger wants to have it, but not really why? Like, there were a lot of percentages and shit and I figured- I mean, I was gonna ask Barry, but he was busy, and then I was gonna ask Luce, but, y'know-"

"Spectre," Taako said knowingly, nodding his head.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "So I figured maybe Lup, or- I mean, you! Maybe! But I didn't wanna bother you or anything and, uh, I thought maybe-" Magnus faltered, stumbling to a finish. Taako had held his hand up to make him stop talking.

"So, if I'm understanding you correctly, you're question is: 'what the fuck is happening with the Light?'" Taako said.

"Uhm," Magnus said. "I mean, that- like I know it sounds stupid, but yeah."

"Nah," Taako said. "I get it. Come in."

He stepped aside, letting Magnus come in.

"Lup… isn't in here," Magnus said.

"Nah," Taako said again. "She's doing some nerd shit with Barry in the lab. Sit up there and lemme grab my notepad so I can, uh- so I can draw it out for you. That helps me sometimes."

Magnus sat at the kitchen counter, feeling weirdly cared for. By Taako, of all people. Not saying that Taako was mean- well, yeah, he was sometimes, but so was Lup, so Magnus didn't really know what to expect anymore. But he certainly didn't think he'd end up here.

"Chocolate eclair?" Taako said, passing one to him on a plate. More were on the counters. He seemed like he was halfway through pipping the frosting into them. Magnus didn't know what a chocolate eclair meant, emotion-wise, but it was probably okay since Taako was now rummaging through a drawer for a notepad.

Magnus took a bite as Taako returned, clicking a pen open.

"D'you not get any of it, or just certain parts?" Taako asked. "'Cus I'm not the science one here but I know my fair share of sciencey shit. You don't get a Ph.D. in physics for nothing, right?"

"You got a Ph.D. in physics??" Magnus said through a mouth full of eclair.

"Uh, duh," Taako said. "What the hell kinda question is that? You think magic is all first-grade math, Magnus? Like, cha'boy worked hard for this shit, I'm not gonna let anyone forget it 'cus the Hunger ate the university or whatever." A pause. "Though, considering you're the guy who ate an entire fucking banana peel, I'm not too sure on how you think whatsoever."

Was an eclair worth this, or should he just go get Lup? Magnus took another bite, considering.

….yeah, okay, it was worth it.

#magnus burnsides #taako #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #thestarjar #ise cube writing #it's not that long. like 1.2k #but i dont like posting things over 1k without a read more so lsdfsd #here we are

[talkingtea]

Why CP wanted to leave since Season 2:

“And I guess that would be my advice to people, especially girls that look like us, is that, you know— ‘bend, but don’t ever break.’ You know, I almost— I had conversations, 'I’m leaving the show, I’m done, I’m out’— and for me, what always kept me coming back was there are people who love this character, who are dying to see themselves on screen, and if I stop now, everybody that’s supposed to be coming after me on the show, it re-solidifies the idea to the higher ups, like, ‘oh, it doesn’t work, those characters don’t work, you’re not successful,’— so I had to stay in, like, dig my feet in and make Iris successful. Because I needed there to be other Iris Wests. You know? And so, as hard as it was, I mean that is my prize, ‘bend, do not break.’”— CP, Azie’s IG Live; 40:11 - 41:00

"It was hard in that aspect, the on-set aspect. I wanted to leave the show as early as Season 2. I remember being like, 'I can't do this, I'm not going to make it through, I don't want to be here, I'm severely unhappy.' […] But for me in 2014, there were no support systems. No one was looking out for that. It was just free range to get abused every single day. There were no social media protocols in place to protect me, so they just let all that stuff sit there. [...] My fans loved this character. It was such an iconic casting, such an iconic role, and I knew how much this meant to so many people that I felt a responsibility to stay in a space and a place that was probably very toxic for my mental health”— CP, The Open Up Podcast 

Why GG wanted to leave back in S2:

“I’m glad, too, that I was, like, locked into the contract that I was locked into, ‘cause, like, we’re talking about those earlier, stressful seasons, like if I could’ve. Like, there were plenty of crew members that like walked after Season 2, like, I probably would’ve also, ‘cause I was just like, ‘this is too stressful, like, this is too hard— the hours are ridiculous,’ like, I would’ve just walked after Season 2 if I wasn’t, like, locked down. But I’m so glad that I’ve been on the journey I’ve been on, and I’ll ride it as long as I can, probably.” — GG, Michael Rosenbaum podcast; 1:07:40 - 1:08:09

...

The contrast in statements makes me sick. How did this man think racism didn't exist in 2020 when his second to the show was suffering from it everyday? He didn't even have to be lead to have the privilege he did/does on set. I wish Candice's biggest problems on set that'd make her consider leaving behind a character she loves were the long hours, the waiting to shoot, and the guest directors (which G also had problems with in the beginning). But it was worse than that. She suffered so much. It just adds to the context of G's comment in 2020; “Candice and I have had private conversations where I’ve apologized to her, acknowledged where I could’ve done better and I’ve promised her I will.” And Candice had said one person actually stood by her. He admittedly failed her. And seeing/hearing the differences of tone in those statements side by side just adds to that sting. You can feel CP's pain, yet GG outgrowing his younger, more unprofessional, functionally anxious self.

If it had to be between those two, I'd pick CP over GG to leave for better things, Iris over Barry to stay.

Season 2 would've alternatively been their escape route of that shit show for very different reasons ...

☕️☕️☕️

[backtothestart02]

In the End, There Was Us - 6/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Been a while.

...

Chapter 6 -

It was barely dawn the next day when Barry’s rented limo came up over the hill to the Thawne house two blocks away. Nora and Bart were asleep in the backseat, itch-free thanks to the solution they’d picked up at the shack before returning home.

The whole way there Barry was grateful his kids were safe with him, but he was worrying like crazy over Iris. He didn’t care if she had a whole platoon of cops surrounding her and repelling any further earthquakes until the end of time, be it before the end of the month or centuries from now, he was still going to worry about her. He was in love with her, and he was always going to want to protect her, whether he stuck his foot in his mouth in the process or not.

In just a few minutes he’d see her again. It would be brief though. It would hardly mean anything, except maybe to him. And Nora, at the very least, would be happy to be rid of him. Which he supposed was his own fault. Being a writer hadn’t exactly panned out for him, and he’d lost his family in the process. He’d have been better off throwing his pipe dream back at the man who inspired it and valuing what truly mattered.

But some things couldn’t be fixed.

“Okay, guys,” he said, a little louder than a whisper, craning his neck toward the backseat. “We’re almost home.”

Nora and Bart shifted slightly but didn’t say a word as they opened their little eyes and watched their neighborhood appear outside the window.

“Rise and shine.”

A few seconds later, he pulled to the side of the road and unlocked the doors, so they could push their way out.

“All right, you’re free.”

Barry stepped outside of the car and watched as his kids ran to her mother, who was looking frantic and right at them. He supposed he wasn’t going to get any meaningful stare, not like the one he wanted to give, so he rounded the vehicle and popped the trunk to retrieve his kids’ bags.

“Thank god.”

Iris ran to little Bart who ran straight towards her calling, “Mommy!” and falling into her arms.

Nora was a little slower but not because she wanted to stay with her dad. She made a beeline for Eddie, who stepped out of the house shortly after. She hugged him around his waist, and he smiled.

“Hey, there, kiddo. Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Eddie.”

That hurt like a gut punch. To see such tenderness between the little girl that used to adore him and the guy that had replaced him. It was his own doing, and he knew it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

What was worse was the way he let himself stand there staring at the little family that used to be his, and none of them noticed. Not once.

“Who wants pancakes?” Eddie asked, getting grins from everyone, even Iris.

“Me!” the two kids cheered, bouncing inside to get their breakfast.

And Barry was just about to go, just about to leave and see them again who knows when. If Harry the Madman was right, probably never. But what were the chances he was right? He gulped, wishing there wasn’t a small part of him that believed the guy.

But then it happened.

Iris looked at him.

“Thanks for bringing them home early.”

“Yep,” was all he could bring himself to say. He could barely look at her. She was too beautiful and too not his for him to be allowed to look.

“Pancakes?”

And his breath caught in his throat. And he stared. Stared like he wanted to for the rest of time. Willing her to know how much he still wanted and loved her and how sorry he was. Had he ever told her? Maybe once when she was really angry. It wouldn’t have mattered then. Honestly, he didn’t even remember.

It would be awkward with Eddie there. Barry would probably make it worse by not being able to hold his tongue against the guy and creating tension for the kids. Maybe he’d be asked to leave and wouldn’t that be so much worse than just leaving now?

But oh, the temptation to stay and maybe not make an ass of himself? Of having a nice meal with his ex-wife and biological children and the guy who had-

BZZ. BZZ.

Snapping out of the reverie of all the what-ifs, Barry pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw who it was. He winced regrettably, but maybe it was a godsend.

“Late for work.”

It was a Saturday, but that hardly mattered for the billionaire whose kids he chauffeured for.

“Yes, Hello?” he talked into the phone, trying his best to ignore the possible longing look his ex-wife was given him right before she walked back into the house after their children.

Or maybe there was no longing look. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.

“Allen, where are you?”

“Just getting back from vacation, Sir.”

The man was five years older than him, tops, but he knew that didn’t matter. A boss was a boss, and money made him a superior.

“Excellent. I will send the jet to pick up Will and Mia.”

“Understood,” Barry said, climbing into the car and turning the vehicle back onto the road.

“Allen.”

“Sir?”

“Get my children as fast as you can.”

“I’m hurtling towards you as we speak, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

Click.

…

It wasn’t Mia and Will’s fault they were so spoiled rotten. Their dad was a billionaire. He seemed to have no end to his luck. It just so happened that he was rarely around for his kids unless it was a life or death matter. The fact that Oliver Queen suddenly felt the need to be reunited by them probably should’ve stuck out to Barry, but it didn’t. His mind was still swirling from all things failed family related. He was just going through the motions at this point and wanted to get home.

He arrived at the Queen’s fancy LA mansion roughly half an hour later. Mia and Will were standing outside with their butler holding onto their suitcases. Barry hadn’t even opened his door before they lifted their hands to their identical watches and scowled at him.

“Allen, you’re late.”

Barry grimaced and got out of the limo, took their suitcases from the butler and shoved them into the trunk, ignoring the crude remarks he got from the boy and the complaining that the door was not already opened for her to get inside from the girl.

They were 12 and 13. He knew it would only get worse from here on out.

The airport was a short distance away, and Barry was eager to get rid of them. This time he was out of the car before they could even think to open the door and was delivering their luggage to them by ‘accidentally’ dropping it on their feet.

“Hey!”

“Ow!”

“You’re a little late, aren’t you, Allen?” the pilot of the ginormous jet asked, coming down the staircase from the cockpit.

Barry held his tongue to that.

“Have a great trip!” He waved, then muttered under his breath, “You little bastards.”

Mia spun around, not having heard what he said but definitely how he said it.

“You’re laughing now, but just you wait and see. We have tickets to go on a big ship. We will live, and you will die.”

“Hey!” The pilot harped at her, and she spun around to head up the stairs after her brother, delivering one more glare to Barry before he got back inside his car.

Despite himself and writing off Harry as a crazy man who’d truly lost his mind with conspiracy theories just the night before, Barry turned on the radio to his station and listened in.

“Folks, did you hear that? The authorities in L.A. say there's nothing to worry about. I'd love to see their dumb faces when Malibu and Beverly Hills get sucked into the gurgling maw of the Pacific. Where they gonna plug in their electric cars then? Ha-Ha-Ha.”

A rumbling vibration underneath the limo made Barry turn the radio off and open his door.

Another surface crack. He’d seen them around the city a lot recently. This one was relatively minor, nothing like the supermarket incident or even the one from the previous morning that the more popular radio stations had brushed aside with a laugh as an ‘inconvenience’.

But the pieces were falling into place. Maybe Harry wasn’t crazy after all. Maybe it was all coming to an end right here, right now, and if he didn’t make a plan, that would be the end for not just his family but all of mankind.

He bolted out of the limo and ran across a short distance to a hangar with a small private plane inside. A man stood there, presumably cleaning it up.

“Hey, is this your plane?”

“Yeah.” The guy looked dumbfounded, probably due to how frantic Barry was acting.

“A-Are you a pilot?”

He blinked.

“…Yeah.”

“I wanna rent it, okay? I'll give you anything you want.” He unlatched the pretty watch wrapped around his wrist and handed it over. “Here, take this. This is a very expensive watch. My editor gave it to me when he thought I was gonna be somebody.”

Miraculously, the guy took it as payment, stuffing the watch in his pocket.

“So, you want to leave now? Or…?”

“No. No, no, no, no. I’m going to get my family.”

He started backing away, heading in the direction of the parked limo before the ground erupted beneath his feet like it would no doubt do in under an hour, if he was lucky.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can!”

“But-”

“Half hour tops! I’ll speed!”

And then he did speed, right after he got in the car, closed the door behind him and left the sight of the airport in his rearview mirror.

But not for long.

I’m coming for you, Iris. I’m coming for my family.

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #in the end there was us #chapter 6

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated: 1995 THE YEAR IN WRESTLING. March 1996

MOST IMPROVED WRESTLER OF THE YEAR “DIAMOND” DALLAS PAGE: 21,919 votes

Managing was supposed to be “Diamond” Dallas Page’s specialty–his only specialty. So when he decided to begin competing as a wrestler full-time a few years back, well, it looked like an even worse move; Page just didn’t look like a wrestler. 

Eventually, though, Page became more than a wrestler, he became a champion. In the process, he became Most Improved Wrestler of the Year for 1995.

“For a guy who used to do nothing but talk, talk, talk,” wrote Brenda Parmalee of Houston, “Page has come a long way.”

He certainly has. Page’s repertoire includes several different suplexes and a few nifty flying moves. He’s also a rugged, courageous brawler, and his stamina has improved greatly. Perhaps most important, he also possesses a finishing maneuver: an excellent version of the DDT that he calls the “Diamond Cutter.”

In a sense, his success should come as no surprise. As manager of Badd Company in the AWA, and later The Freebirds, Page proved himself an excellent instructor, as well as a fine strategist. Now he’s merely using for himself what he had tried to impart to others.

“Page always liked to brag that he was so great,” wrote Carl Belinda of Ames. Iowa. “Now he’s starting to back up his boasts. About time.”

He has backed them up with wins over Dave Sullivan, Hacksaw Duggan, Alex Wright, and Johnny B. Badd, and especially with his Tv title victory over The Renegade at Fall Brawl.

“It doesn’t surprise me that DDP won a title,” said Pat Tanka, whom Page managed in Badd Company. “He always said he wanted to wrestle more. It took him a while to get going, but once he started winning, he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way.”

As dramatically as Page has improved, the consensus is that he’d be even better if he didn't spend so much time trying to impress the Diamond Doll. His attempts to win her interest have forced him to make bad decisions.

“He’s also  jealous of the attention she gets,” Sting explained. “He loses his cool and does stupid things. He’s lucky it hasn’t cost him much yet, but he better be aware of it.”

On the other hand, Page may not have improved so strongly if Doll hadn’t been there to inspire him.

RUNNERS-UP

TOMMY DREAMER: 14,910 votes

First runner-up: Dreamer began showing marked improvement after he returned to ECW from a tour of Japan early in the year. He’s quicker, he’s a better brawler (especially outside of the ring), and he executes an excellent DDT. For most of the year, Dreamer feuded with Raven in ECW, where many fans consider him the ultimate hardcore wrestler and cheer him wildly.

HARLEM HEAT: 12,613 votes

Second runner-up: Despite having won several titles in Texas, Booker T and Stevie Ray were unheralded when they signed with Sherri Martel in 1994. After a dubious start, they have gone on to win four WCW World tag team titles. In a memorable feud with The Nasty Boys, they displayed increased confidence and finely honed killer instinct. 

SAVIO VEGA: 9,983 votes

Third runner-up: At the beginning of 1995, Vega wasn’t doing much. Then he came to the WWF in May. rescued Razor Ramon from an attack by Jeff Jarrett and The Roadie, and started looking like a winner himself. He is a martial arts master as well as a better-than-average brawler. He’s a good friend of Razor, and that has helped him gain opportunities for success. 

VOTES FOR OTHERS (15,812)

Some of the top vote-getters who did not capture a runner-up spot include: Jesse James Armstrong, Barry Horowitz, Jean-Pierre Lafitte, Dan Severn, and Taz.

#Diamond Dallas Page #WCW #world championship wrestling #magazine scan #magazine transcript #pwi #pro wrestling illustrated

[technoturian]

I just watched three seasons of HBO’s Barry and I can’t help but feel like it’s the mirror image of Netflix’s You; similar in idea but also the complete opposite in execution.

You starts off pretty blatantly telling the audience that Joe’s the bad guy. Joe is explicitly a villain protagonist. Joe is not meant to be rooted for. Joe is not a reliable narrator and here are all of the ways he is trying to manipulate you into relating to him spelled out for you, by him, in his own words.

And then somewhere after the first season... something happened. The writers seemed to fall in love with their creature. Joe keeps getting into these situations that don’t just blur the line or make him into a more nuanced person but straight up muddy the message and narrative of the show. You begins by telling us that Joe is a selfish, obsessed, amoral person who will do anything, anything to get what he wants. But more and more the narrative tries to ‘aww gosh’ him into being some kind of unlucky underdog and at times they even go so far as to make him out like some kind of unlikely hero. It no longer felt (at least, to me) like his narration was the only unreliable one here, instead it seemed like we were supposed to root for him, just a little. I began You wanting to watch Joe burn himself to the ground, as it seemed the show wanted me to want that. I wanted to revel in his downfall. I stopped watching You because more and more it seemed like we were supposed to be happy when he scraped by yet again, and that wasn’t the show I signed up for.

Now Barry is a whole different animal. Yeah, he’s a killer! Yeah, he hurts people! But it’s funny! It’s a funny show! And look at how earnest he is. He feels bad about it, you guys. And look at how manipulative and abusive the authority figure in his life is. He’s being gaslit and browbeaten into doing these things and he just needs someone to put him on the straight and narrow. He keeps trying to get out but they pull him back in. You want him to turn it all around. When he is triggered by his past memories and experiences pain and vulnerability and when people like Fuches (or even his fellow actors) prey on his trauma you feel bad for him. You want him to earn forgiveness and redemption, even as he does awful things.

Then the show takes a turn... A planned turn.

I honestly don’t know how I feel yet about season three. I don’t know if I feel lied to, exactly. It’s more like Barry didn’t spoon feed me what I was supposed to feel about all of it the way You did. I chose the interpretation that made me root for Barry, and then it became clear that he wasn’t going to get better, he was going to get worse and that made me feel gut-wrenchingly disappointed. When I thought about it, I realized that Barry is a lot like Joe in terms of internal monologue. A lot of excuses for what he does. A lot of desire to be a “good person” and imagining this great life he could have where he leaves it all behind, but not a lot of effort in making actual changes or amends for his actions. His effort goes into minimizing his own culpability and into achieving what he desires most. Barry wants to be good but he doesn’t want to make sacrifices. He fights against every sacrifice he’s forced to make with anger and frustration and fear. And when he’s kicked down and desperate, he will revert to his worst impulses.

And yet I didn’t relate Barry at all to the idea of a villain protagonist in the beginning. I genuinely liked him. But why did I trust Barry? Is it because the actor just made him more likable? More relatable? Is it because he has really good excuses in his backstory and they show you how those things traumatized him? Because his people-pleasing personality masqueraded so conveniently as actual care and respect?

And the conclusion I came to was that I was supposed to feel that way. I wasn’t supposed to like Joe so I felt manipulated when the show attempted to finagle some sort of investment in him from me. But I was supposed to like Barry, I was supposed to be disgusted by him, I was supposed to feel conflicted, I was supposed to make up my own mind.

You presented me with a monster and then kept trying to tease how human he is underneath it all. Barry presented me with a deeply human character and forced me to reckon with his monstrous actions.

#HBO Barry #Barry HBO

[takaraphoenix]

I really, really hate Bart being Kid Flash.

From a character motivation standpoint, I do get it. He’s the grandson of the Flash, that alone is a big looming legacy. And then there’s Wally, who was already a respected teen speedster and now he is the Flash and Bart compares himself to him.

It doesn’t help that everybody in-universe looks at him and just sees an unreliable comic relief. (On which I could write a whole standalone rant because the amount of times Bart has saved everybody’s hides is too damn high for that level of disrespect, damn it.)

So, from his POV, it makes sense. He got shot by Joey-inside-Slade’s-body (...that sounds so much more wrong than it actually was and it was already very wrong) and spend one and a half years in total isolation entirely focused on learning and improving himself, becoming better. And, to him, Kid Flash - Wally’s legacy - is an improvement, is “better” than Impulse. Because Impulse is the class clown nobody takes seriously.

But gosh darn it I hate everything about that.

The fact that everyone’s perception of him influences him that much, that nobody can see him for the hero he actually is, that he has to prove himself over and over again. That he doesn’t seem to find enough value in being himself, so he changes. It’s not just the different name, it’s Wally’s old costume, heck, Wally’s damn hair cut - Bart’s wild floof of a mane is absolutely iconic and as Kid Flash, his hair is so much shorter and... tamer.

Look, I have a general issue with how mindnumbingly boring and unoriginal it is for the legacy characters to just wear hand-me-downs, both as costumes and as names, or worse yet to share names at the same time (giving current-time Tim the stink-eye here for going back to Robin for fuck knows what reason).

Kon and Cassie at least got creative with the costumes, if not with the name. Tim... let’s not talk about the Robins. But Bart! Precious Bart, with his own costume and his own name!! That was honestly the first thing that endeared me to him, before I even properly met him. Saw that floofy mane and individual character-design and especially for a speedster, now that’s a breath of fresh air (I still have to check wikis to see whether Barry or Wally is behind that Flash mask if I encounter a random Flash in a comic...).

I liked that. I liked that a lot. And I especially loved how well picked his name is. Sure, many in-universe look at it as him... not thinking. But it’s more that he follows his gut, reacts on impulse. And I think that’s okay, because he’s a speedster, of course is he quick on his feet and more bound to action.

I just... I really hope that Bart gets to appreciate himself for who he is? Because on its own, I did appreciate that plotline. It made a whole lotta sense that at one point, the way others treat and perceive him would affect him and the whole getting shot and getting a prosthetic under what must have been torturous pain is a very, very good reason to spiral in that manner.

It’s just the way I’m like five volumes farther now and he’s still Kid Flash and we haven’t really focused on his internal process, or had any of his friends... I don’t know... check in with him about all this, because it’s just super obvious what’s happening here and Cassie, Kon or Tim could really catch on too at some point?

(But then I suppose that Young Justice: Dark Crisis did nail one part. It’s the way Cassie, Kon and Tim are very caught up in themselves and their other friendships and treat Bart more as their sidekick as opposed to their equal teammate and friend, both in Young Justice Vol 1 and, so far, in Teen Titans Vol 3...)

#Impulse #Bart Allen #I dunno what this post is I just want my boy back #he deserves to be treated better #and he deserves someone to notice #Young Justice Vol 1 #Teen Titans Vol 3 #DC Comics #Phoe Reading DC

[redheadspark]

Hiyya could i request Barry with “you look cold, do you want a hug?” and caught in the rain

A/N: This is beyond cute! Thanks for the request, anon!

Downpour

Summary: Barry comes to your aid after a shitty day.

Warnings: A hint of angst but mostly fluff

Of course, your umbrella would break in the middle of a downpour.

"Great, fucking great," You said in a whimper, rushing over to hide under an overhead that was near a cafe, seeing the raindrops get fatter and coming down in a fast rate. One of the things you hated about the fall was massive amount of rain that came out of nowhere, bringing a chill though London. You leaned back against the wall, taking in a few deep rebates and wishing that this day could end sooner than later.

It was already a shitty day one of the worse ones you've had for some time.

It started in the morning, running late for work and burning your hand from making the coffee too fast on your ancient coffee maker. Then you got to work, you had a massive mountain of paperwork you had to get down before you left the office, only getting a third of it done before lunch with a massive headache and your office mate gossiping too loudly on the phone with her boyfriend. You hid out in the hallway to eat your mundane sandwich and stale chips, then getting a text from your boyfriend with an encouraging message on screen.

You're amazing, luv. Have a great day, and I can't wait to see ya tonight. Text me when you're out of the office, we'll get coffee at our cafe. Love you,

Barry.

Barry was in town for a few days, wanting to catch up with a few friends that lived there and get some time with you since he was on location filming Eternals for months on end. When he told you that he was going to be in London for a few weeks, you asked for a few days off, which you were denied. Of course.

You two would chat on the phone and facetime constantly when he had a break or when you had downtime from your job. It sucked that your job wasn't remote, if it was you would have followed him. But you kept your head down and saved your money, little by little. But the day, with one wrong thing happening after the next, you wondered if you should just quit.

The rest of the shitty day went by slowly and painfully. Your paperwork was done, barely by the scrape of your teeth, and your energy was at an all time low. When you finally clocked out, you text Barry saying you were on your way to the cafe where you two chose to meet up, then seeing the rainfall that just started on your way out.

Great. Fucking great.

So you watched the rain, shining from your head to your toes from the whip of cold that came through and some of the rain hitting your nose and eyes. Your hair was drenched, clothes soaked through against your skin, and you just wished you were somewhere warm, typical even.

"There you are, luv,"

Your head whipped over to the left, seeing Barry with a massive black umbrella in his hand and his grin was there on his face. Just the sight of him was enough to lift your spirits and made you feel a pinch better from the horrible day you had. He eyes you up and down, drinking in the sorry sight of you and then sighing, "You look lovely,"

"Oh fuck off, Barry," you grumbled though there was no heat to it. He chuckled, walking over to stand in front of you and shield the rest of the rain from you. You searched his eyes, him doing the same with yours as you both were standing in the rain with am umbrella over your heads.

Sure you were soaked, head pounding and feet feeling heavy, but it was almost sickenly romantic in how Barry was there at the right moment when you felt your lowest. It was like he knew to find you there, a block or two away from the cafe where you were supposed to meet.

"I take it you had a shitty day?" He asked, reaching over to take your cold and clammy hand in his, "Jesus you're freezin'! Let's get you warm then,"

"Fine," You snorted, going up on your tip toes to peck him on the lips. Barry shivered a bit from your cold lips touching his, making him his for a moment but kissed you back as you pulled away with a grin back on your face.

"I feel a bit warm now," You said in a cheeky tone, Barry rolling his eyes and yanking you with your joined hands.

"Come on," he replied, the pair of your walking together in the pouring rain and with an umbrella hovering over you two. You forgot about your shitty way, how ti went for bad or worse as the hours came and went, and how you felt like everything and everyone was against you.

As sucky as your day was, it was a pinch better now. Thanks to Barry.

The End.

September Prompts

#barry keoghan fanfic #barry keoghan x f!reader #barry keoghan x female reader #barry keoghan writing #barry keoghan x reader smut #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan x reader #fanfiction #writing #barry keoghan #my love

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

7 (“Your smile makes me smile. No that’s cringe . . . your laugh makes me laugh- that’s even worse”) w blupjeans bc I love this song and also it's just such a Them vibe. thank u!! -ise

from this prompt list [still accepting, but i make no promises for speed lsdfkjsd]

“Toss me the tissues?” Lucretia asked as she held her hands up and readied herself to catch any wayward projectiles. Barry grimaced before chucking the box her way; he undershot it just a touch but the box landed squarely on Lucretia’s bed. “Okay, not bad!”

Barry busied himself with putting the popcorn within easy reach of the two of them. Lucretia tossed a small green pouch Barry’s way. “Green tea scented?”

“It’s good for stress! I’ve got a rosewater one over here if you prefer,” she offered, holding up a small red pouch.

He shook his head. “Nah, this one’s good. You just slather it on?”

Lucretia ripped open her pouch and nodded. “You do! It’s gonna feel gross on your hands but trust me, it’s a fun little luxury.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, doing their best to not get the masks anywhere but their faces. They quickly realized that tissues weren’t exactly the best option to wipe the excess off with but it did the job well enough. Lucretia leaned over and snagged some popcorn for herself. Barry glanced over at her and snorted.

“What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Nothing, you just look silly.” Lucretia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the dresser; her mask was a light pink and had actual bits of roses crushed up in it.

“Barry, I think the man with green clay smeared all over his face shouldn’t be the first one to throw stones,” she said lightly.

“Okay, you got me there.”

Another moment passed, the two of them snacked on popcorn all the while. “So, Taako and I have been talking,” Lucretia began.

“Oh no.”

“No, no, listen, Barry. You’ve gotta figure out this thing with Lup. Seriously. It’s getting unbearable for the rest of us at this point.”

“Luce, I thought this was just supposed to be a nice roommate night,” he sighed, frowning a little.

“It is! But having you hostage because you look silly is an added bonus,” she admitted. “It’s not just you. Lup’s being as impossible about this whole thing as you are.”

“I don’t really think there’s anything to be impossible about,” Barry defended. So what if he’d been mooning over Lup for an embarrassingly long time? Given the situation they were in, the absolute last thing he was willing to do was put whatever relationship he did have with Lup in jeopardy. Sure, there was a massive reward possible but the risk was far too substantial to make it worth it.

“Barry, come on. I know you’re scared. That’s fine. But you’re making yourself miserable. You love her, yeah?”

“I mean, I love the whole crew,” he sputtered, certainly turning cherry red under his mask.

Lucretia rolled her eyes dramatically. “Sure, dude, we all do but you don’t see me looking wistfully at Magnus or trailing Merle like a puppy, do you?”

“Like a puppy?” he asked, horrified. He knew he’d been more obvious than he cared to be but he surely thought he’d been doing a decent job at keeping his dignity.

Lucretia grimaced. “If it makes you feel any better, Lup’s been doing the same thing. So Barry, let’s try that again: you love Lup, right?”

Barry sighed and flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to go on denying. Didn’t want to keep living with this massive empty space in his chest. If he perma-died tomorrow, he didn’t want to die with it unsaid. “Yeah. I do. I am embarrassingly, completely, unbearably in love with Lup.”

Lucretia squealed and clapped a little. “That’s a big first step, you know! Now, let’s help you figure out what to do about it.”

“Luce, no—”

“Nope, no takebacks! Lucky for you though, I can help. Please, please, Barry. You can write up a little note if you want so you don’t have to worry about like, soup brain coming in.”

“I dunno, isn’t that super childish?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. And I’m not saying this has to be it but it might be nice to get some words out.” She reached under her pillow and grabbed a worn journal with a pen stuck inside its pages. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her journal on her makeshift desk. “Okay, what do you want to say to Lup?”

“Um. Gods. Okay uh…hmm. Okay, Lup: your smile makes me smile?” He ventured before sighing. “No, that’s cringe. Um…Your laugh makes me laugh—no that’s even worse. Shit.”

Lucretia looked over at him. “I think you’re overthinking this. What made you fall for her?”

“Everything,” he said immediately. “Like, we all know she’s hilarious and beautiful. Obviously. But she’s whip smart, catches mistakes in stuff I’m supposed to be an expert in. A-and she’s so kind. Um. Really early in the mission, like Cycle six or seven, was just hell. It was the one with the severe weather and the carnivorous plants and the really hostile government. It was getting to me. And one night when I thought everyone was asleep I was crying in the kitchen. Just bawling. Snot running, the whole shebang. And Lup came into the kitchen and I tried to make it look like I wasn’t crying because it was embarrassing. But she didn’t laugh. She sat next to me and we talked about it a little bit and it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Really seeing her. We weren’t colleagues then; we were peers. Friends, even.

“And I thought it would be this fleeting thing. But then the animal world cycle? Seeing her with the mongoose family? I was lost. And I’ve been lost for years. She makes me feel lost and found and seen and heard and like what I say actually matters. I’m hopelessly, endlessly in love with her. And I don’t know what do with all this love.”

Lucretia watched Barry, scribbling down a note without looking at the paper all the while. She paused for a moment, waiting to see if Barry would continue. When he didn’t, Lucretia carefully ripped the page out of her journal and tore the jagged edges off. She folded it carefully and set it beside the popcorn. “Give it to her. The love, that is. I’m serious. Like I said, Taako and I have been talking. You’re both being ridiculous and delaying the inevitable. Personally I think you should march down to her and Taako’s room right now but to each their own.”

Barry laughed at that and Lucretia was glad that some levity returned to the room. “Thanks, Luce. It’s still going to take time, I think. But thank you for listening. Even if this felt more like an interrogation.”

“What can I say, I’m learning a lot on this mission. And if you have anything, it’s time. Just don’t waste too much of it.” She smiled before grimacing a bit. “Ow okay, I think my face is all set up, let’s go wash these off.”

“Right behind you, I’m tired of looking like a mucus man.”

“Ew!”

#rip (reeses in pieces) #Anonymous #thanks ise! #reese writes #listen i love and hold tight to the idea of barry and luce being roommates and besties and her and taako being Fed Up sldfjs #blupjeans #technically #lup isn't actually here oops #barry bluejeans #lucretia #also I'd never heard this song before but it's a bop and also a blupjeans song so you're so right!

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The Storm - Barry Allen x gn!reader

anon asked: 6 15 16 and 18. Antihero! Atmoskinesis! Meta! Reader x Barry Allen

Posted May 23rd, 2020

This is one of my personal faves.

6

“DID YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!?!!”

“Surprisingly, no. But god I wish I did.”

By @write-it-motherfuckers

15

“I’m just here to establish an alibi.”

16

“Fight it, or accept it. Fear it, or control it.”

18

“You know what I just realized?”

“What is it, baby?”

“I still have the money from that guy who paid me to kill you.”

“He paid for murder in advance? Amateur. He deserved to have his money stolen.”

“Honestly.”

A/N: I have been waiting for someone to pick 16 for Barry since I posted the prompts. IT SCREAMS BARRY ALLEN. I also changed some of the prompts a tiny bit to fit in better hope you don’t mind.

Word Count Goal: 600

Word Count: 1019 (OHMYGOSH)

I brought my chocolate milk to my lips watching the awful storm outside. It was almost worse than what I did last summer. People were drowning in some spots. Others are being hit by lightning and not exactly coming out like the flash. In the blink of an eye, I was standing in star labs in front of flash Cisco Caitlyn and Iris. my hot chocolate now sitting on the table in front of me. “Did you have anything to do with this!?” Cisco asked frantically pointing to the window. “Surprisingly, no. But god I wish I did.” I said taking a sip of my hot cocoa. “Then who the hell did this?” Barry asked frantically taking off his mask. I had known who he was for ages and they already knew that due to past activities. “Not sure, isn’t that your job Ramon?” I replied looking at Cisco, smiling as he glared at me. “I have been trying for the past 3 hours but the only person I have in my database with this kind of power is you!” he replied. “Barry you have to get back out, Frost and I will help,” Caitlyn said as her hair turned white. I smiled at my old friend. “Frosty,” I said. “Y/n/n” Frost replied returning the smile. “Wait if Y/n didn’t do it then doesn’t that me they can help?” Iris asked looking between Barry and Cisco. “That’s actually not a bad idea,” Frost said. “What do you say Y/n? Will you help us?” Barry asked. “The only reason I haven’t walked out of here is to establish an alibi. That being said, I suppose I can help you guys, as long as you get off my back for a little while.” I watched the two boys exchange looks “Get out there” Cisco said causing Iris to throw me a comm, while Frosty, Barry, and I walked to the door.

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I groaned as I stood up. I finally managed to control the thunder and lightning and make it stop but the heavy rain just kept coming. “I can’t do it!” I said into the comms as tears filled my eyes. I mean yeah I don’t go around saving people, but I’m not a monster. If anyone dies it’s kind of on me. “Hey, Y/n you can make it stop you’ve done it before!” Iris said. “Yeah in a much smaller storm that I had started! This one is too heavy!” I replied. “You can’t run on fear Y/n you have to trust yourself!” I heard Barry say. I bit my lip shaking my head. “I can’t,” I said letting a few tears drop. “Fight it, or accept it. Fear it, or control it.” I heard Barry say. “If anyone can stop this storm, it’s you,” Frost said into the comms. I took a deep breath and said “okay, I’ll try harder”.

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I watched as Frost froze the rest of the water on the street and Barry got people out of the water. I did it. I stopped the rain. “You did it! You stopped it Y/n!” Iris happily said into the comm.

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I was sitting in Cisco’s lab playing with my rings as I relived the things that just happened in my head. “Hey” I looked up and saw Barry walking in. “hi” I said looking back at my hands. “You did well out there, I was thinking. Maybe you should become a part of our team?” He asked. “You guys want me to stay?” I looked at him watching him sit next to me. “Yeah we talked about it and we all think you just need a little guidance” Barry explained. “I appreciate the offer but you know how I feel about you and I’m not sure if I can handle seeing you and Iris-” he cut me off “Iris and I broke up 2 months ago” I looked at him. “Really? That sucks I’m sorry” I said watching him shake his head. “No big deal we obviously ended on good terms, so? will you at least think about it?” Barry asked. “I don’t need to, I’m honored to be the next member of team flash,” I said smiling at Barry as he stood up, clapping his hands excitedly. “Let’s go share the big news then!”

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We were sitting in the lounge room everyone had a beer or champagne for our mini celebration. “I feel special,” I said as Barry sat next to me. “Good you should always feel special,” He said smiling at me and taking a sip of his beer. “Does that do anything?” I asked looking at the bottle in his hands. “Nothing, but Cisco didn’t have time to make me something that would so I’m sticking with this for now,” Barry responded. “You know what I just realized?” I looked at Barry seeing him already smiling at me. “What is it, Y/n?” Barry asked, “I still have the money from that guy who paid me to kill you.” I said taking a sip of my beer. Barry looked at me with wide eyes “somebody paid you to kill me?!” he asked. “He paid for murder in advance? Amateur. He deserved to have his money stolen.” Cisco said from behind us. Barry laughed. “Honestly,” I said fist-bumping Cisco. “So have you asked them?” Cisco asked Barry, “Ask me what?” I asked looking between the two of them. “No Cisco but now I have to” Barry responded causing Cisco to smirk. “Oops,” Cisco said sarcastically as he walked away. “What’s he talking about?” I asked looking at Barry as he rubbed his face out of annoyance. “I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me this weekend?” He asked looking at me with a small smile. “Yeah that sounds cool,” I said smiling back. “Cool,” he smiled. “I’ll make sure the weather is good whenever you wanna go” I joked smiling as Barry laughed. “I’m glad you’re a part of the team now,” He said. “Me too” I smiled. I don’t know if I’m excited about saving people or spending more time with Barry, but I know I’m excited as hell.

#barry allen x reader #barry allen x you

[wanderingnork]

Samson for character ask :>

favorite thing about them: by the time of his trial in DAI, he's one of very few characters who openly act against the Chantry and power structures of Thedas. lots of characters will shake their fists about it, then shrug and get back to business as usual. or they'll claim to be taking some kind of action, but ultimately it's small-scale and doesn't really go for things at the root. what Samson does isn't good, but he is definitely a disruption to a corrupt system that's extremely resistant to any form of change. it's unfortunate that, yet again, being openly anti-status-quo is a trait that is handed almost exclusively to villains, but he has that trait and I think that's pretty neat.

least favorite thing about them: the crimes against humanity! like, the guerilla warfare against civilians, feeding your troops magical drugs designed to make them walking crystal horrors, using innocent people to grow red lyrium? these are bad things! I can't overstate just how much these are bad things!!!

favorite line: I'll just put the exchange from "Paper & Steel" here.

“If you could tear this upstart Chantry out by the roots,” the stranger asked, “bring about a new Order, what price would you be willing to pay?”

“If it gave one templar a better end than mine,” Samson said, “I’d pour out my own blood for it."

brOTP: with Maddox ;.; they really do a lot for each other and it's evident that they care a Lot and always have. even if Samson acts like he's allergic to feelings.

OTP: total rarepair. Ser Barris/Samson is where it's at. here, Glitter & Crimson, there's 30,000 words of why I like them if you wanna read it.

nOTP: with Maddox. I just can't quite get with that one, the relationship doesn't feel at all romantic.

random headcanon: you will pry the belief that Samson wasn't in his right mind by the end of DAI from my cold dead hands. lyrium is known to fuck with people's heads (erasing memories, causing erratic behavior, even mimicking dementia in final stages) and red lyrium is even fucking worse. he was taking red lyrium to excess. and was also being groomed to be the vessel for what was in the Well of Sorrows, ffs. no mind control here, but...the fanatical way he acts at the Temple of Mythal versus how he comes across in letters you find earlier on (when he hasn't been taking red lyrium as long) and how he acts at his trial (when he's clearly been cut off from red lyrium entirely) is dramatically different. I truly don't think he was at full decision-making capacity. maybe he would have made the same choices if he was, but still. his agency was compromised.

unpopular opinion: the next time I see an "he's an irredeemable gross addict" take I might start a fight? the tl;dr here is that those takes Bother Me because they express some real cognitive dissonance and lack of compassion. as it's made clear throughout every game, all Templars are addicted to lyrium. full stop. all of them, even the "heroic" ones we're clearly supposed to like. Samson isn't an exception. other people with more knowledge have dug into how statements like that reveal some very distressing attitudes about mental illness and addiction, so I won't go into that here. regarding "gross," oh my god. he was houseless in a notoriously hellish and filthy city (love ya Kirkwall) and then he was a general for a guerilla army constantly on the move and no actual home base. do you really think this man has access to a shower.

as for "irredeemable?" fuck right off with that. atonement is possible. get your weird Calvinist pseudo-predestination bs away from me.

song i associate with them: "Drinking Song" by House Phone

'Cause you won't rewrite history To commemorate the likes of me And you would not believe me if I tried To tell you all the things I've seen And all the places that I've been So pour the hall another cup of wine

#nork rants #my other otp is technically with my inquisitor #but that's another story!

[afaims100arrowversefavs]

4. A cohernet Arrowverse after „Crisis on Infinite Earths“

„Crisis on Infinite Earths“ was supposed to make the Arrowverse better, instead it got worse. The Crossovers, we were promised by stetting all the shows on the same Earth, did not happen. „Black Lightning“ still felt off and did not gel with the the rest of the shows. „Superman & Lois“ was reveald to not even take place on Earth Prime after over two years pretending to be taking place there. „Batwoman“ referenced „Supergirl“ for important plotlines, but „Supergirl“ never referenced „Batwoman“ back. No one seemed to notice or care that Kate Kane was supposedly dead and then not-dead again, or that there was another Batwoman all of a sudden. Supergirl didn’t ask for help fighting Leviathan, Barry did not ask for help when Iris was trapped in the Mirrorverse or when she became time sick. Ray was the only one, who ever noticed the Legends were gone and unreachable. The Justice League did exist and apperantly met up, we just never saw it happening. Whole events were redated between episodes in more then one of the shows, and there was no working timeline anymore (believe me, I tried making one).The Future was changed several times and not changed at the same time. The remifications of „Crisis“ were different on the different shows, and who remembers what and what actually happend on Earth Prime and what didn’t never became clear. Alex seemed to get her memories of her real life back, but still had Earth Prime Memories a season later. Cisco’s Memory Restoration drug never came into play, nobody noticed that there was not supposed to be a Black Canary anymore. Sara didn’t seem to know her dad was alive again after returning from Oliver’s Funeral, but did know later and for some reason Ray and Mick did not stay for the Funeral and returned to the Waverider before she did. Even though there weren’t supposed to be doppelgangers anymore, they found loopholes for still having them all the time. In short: The shows felt wider apart then ever before. It was like no one was talking to each other anymore.

Probably because they weren’t. And yes, much of this is due to Covid, but other things are like little things, that could have been avoided by communication between the Writers of the different shows, or did not even make sense on the show they happend on (like the thing with Alex’s memoriers).

Somewhere in the Multiverse there must be a version of the Arrowverse, where things were better post-Crisis, sadly it’s not the timeline we are living in.

#Arrowverse #More Top 100 Storylines we never got to see #The Flash #legends of tomorrow #Batwoman #Black Lightning #Supergirl #superman & lois #The Flash Season 6 #Arrow Season 8 #Legends of Tomorrow Season 5 #Batwoman Season 2 #Supergirl Season 6 #The Flash Season 8 #Black Lightning Season 4 #Legends of Tomorrow Season 7 #green arrow and the canaries

[barry-j-blupjeans]

8. For any character but takko?

8. "Can you bring me something from the kitchen?"

((40 fluff prompts - still accepting!!))

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The worst thing about being sick, Barry thought, was that everyone said you were supposed to rest. And the worst thing about that is that Barry's pretty damn sure his brain didn't have an off switch, so sitting in bed all day was the worst type of torture he could imagine.

Even worse, he had been supposed to pick up Lup from the airport today. And instead of waiting anxiously by the gate and trying not to think about how easily flights could go wrong, he was in bed, trying not to think about how easily flights could go wrong. At least airports had distractions in them, like screaming babies and panic attack levels of noise and movement.

Barry was sick enough that he wished he was in an airport instead of in bed. It was that bad.

Even- even worse-! Not a single person he knew understood the meaning of "I'm sick, please stay away for a bit." So while Barry was trapped in bed, he could hear the TV playing in the room over. Even further along, if he strained his ears enough, someone was washing his dishes. He should be grateful.

He missed Lup so bad, goddamn. At least Lup wouldn't peek her head into the room every five minutes to make sure he was still alive. She'd just thump a fist against the wall and ask if he wanted soup. And then leave him alone if he didn't respond.

Magnus, on the other hand...

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Magnus asked, leaning into the room. The kitchen sink stopped running and there was a scraping of a chair being dragged across the floor. "'Cus I'm here to help."

"We're here to help!" came Merle's voice from the background.

"Just leave the poor man alone, Magnus," came Davenport's voice, as if he hadn't driven them all to Barry's apartment.

"I, uh, can't think of anything," Barry said like he had said thirty minutes ago. "Maybe just... stop coming in here?"

"Well how am I supposed to take care of you if I can't see you," Magnus said. Barry resisted the urge to roll his eyes, mainly because he didn't want to prolong the conversation. His throat was sore. His head was throbbing. He wished Lup was here. Davenport and Taako were going to pick her up later tonight in his place, but Barry personally couldn't stomach the thought of being stuck with Merle and Magnus for that long. He didn't know how Taako lived with them.

"Just-" Barry coughed and then shivered. Magnus made to come further into the room but Barry held a hand up. He finished coughing and continued. "Just leave me be for now, bud."

"Are you sure?" Magnus asked. Barry nodded, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I'll be right out here til you get better." He gestured to the room adjacent to Barry's bedroom.

"No!" Barry said before he could stop himself. Magnus looked a little taken aback. "No, I mean, uh- I- I do need something from you."

"What?" Magnus asked, with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever who has just spotted a piece of bacon.

"I need, uh..." Fuck, he didn't think this through. "Can you bring me something from the kitchen? Lemon- lemongrass tea."

"I can do that!" Magnus said, now bouncing in place. "I'll be right back!"

He rushed from the room and Barry sagged against the bed, covering his head with his blanket. He could very clearly hear Magnus, who was always a level above a proper inside voice, explaining his tea quest to Merle. And then he could clearly hear Merle digging through his pantry. Lup was gonna kill them if she came back to a messed-up kitchen.

That was not Barry's problem to deal with. It also wasn't Barry's problem to tell Magnus and Merle he owned no tea.

Magnus came back a minute later.

"So, uhhh, I can't really find any lemongrass tea bags," Magnus said. "Or anything for tea, actually."

"Aw beans," Barry said. "Must've- must've forgotten to get more at the store. That really sucks because I need it to get better. If only someone would spare some time to go all the way to the store for me and get some." Barry paused and then, for extra measure, he added, "the store at Valencia and Jonhson corner. Because the other ones don't have lemongrass tea. At all. And that's specifically the one I need."

"I could go get it!" Magnus said. Hook, line, and sinker. Barry tried not to look too pleased.

"You would do that for me?" Barry asked. "I would do it myself, but-" he let out a fake cough, which was a bad choice because it lead to a very real cough. Either way, it proved his point.

"Of course!" Magnus said. "I'd be honored."

"That's so nice of you," Barry said. "Maybe, uh, you can bring Merle with you?"

"Why?"

"Well, uh," Barry really needed to start planning excuses before he said them. "Merle knows tea."

"Is he-" Magnus looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice. The whispered tone was still very loud, but at least an effort was made. "Is he annoying you too much?"

"Don't tell him," Barry said, because fuck it, why not?

"Don't worry," Magnus said. He straightened up, looking like a man on a very important mission. "I'll get it sorted out. Be back in a bit!"

Magnus didn't shut the door behind him, so Barry got to hear the full interaction of Magnus apparently just scooping Merle up and marching outside. Barry sighed, his head pounding. Two problems, out of the way. Now he just needed to convince Davenport that he didn't need to stay in bed.

#barry bluejeans #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #davenport #blupeans #mine #ise cube writing #anon 'anyone but taako' is so specific and I love u for that sldfksdf #also if this has a weird vibe it's bc *i* might be getting sick so whoops sdfjksdf

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Defense wilts in fourth quarter, Packers lose

The Green Bay Packers’ defense was supposed to be better. With eight first round picks they can’t get worse, can they? Well, after two games the answer is yes, they can get worse. Today they were manhandled by the Atlanta Falcons who overcame a 12-point fourth quarter deficit to beat the Packers 25-24. In one of head coach Matt LaFleur worst games as a play caller, the defense needed to win the game and they failed miserably.

I was a believer in the defense even after it gave up 331 yards to the worst team in the league last week. I chalked it up to a gimmicky quarterback who is hard to contain. Today was just a thorough beatdown of Joe Barry’s defense. They gave up 446 total yards and with the game on the in the fourth quarter they saved their worst for last. One stop is all they needed to win they game the essentially let the Falcons walk down the field and run the clock out to kick the game winning field goal.

If you can’t stop a team even when you know exactly what they are going to do when can you stop them? It’s over for Barry in Green Bay. Without a quick change Jordan’s Love’s first season as a starter will be a losing one.

Speaking of Love, he was very much a quarterback making his third career start today. Bad passes, bad reads, but also three touchdown passes. But with a chance to move the team into field goal position with a minute left, he went 0-4 Of course he barely was able to get off three of those passes due to the Falcons pass rush shredding a makeshift Packers’ offensive line.

First signs of the adversity to come

Overall it was a pretty ugly performance but in the end the Packers had a chance to win and let it slip away. LaFleur had some of the oddest coaching decisions of his career. For one, why not attempt a 56-yard field goal indoors when your kicker already hit one from 57 in the winds of Lambeau? And when will he quit running a line plunge on first down? He must just love second and nine or something. He was thoroughly out-coached by Arthur Smith today. Something that has been happening with more frequency lately.

It’s not the end of the world. The Packers were without left tackle David Bakhtiari, wide receiver Christian Watson, running back Aaron Jones. Left guard Elgton Jenkins left the game in the middle of the second quarter and didn’t return. But the Lions came back to reality today and lost to the Seahawks at home, so the Packers are still in first place in the division.

The Packers will finally get a home game next week against the New Orleans Saints, who will be coming off a short week after playing at Carolina tomorrow. Hopefully Lambeau is rocking.