#my lecturer kind of glossed over the whole thing and i can’t find a reading that explains it in a way i understand

[the-casbah-way]

extreme long shot but if anyone knows about the whole deal with the cimbrian war and saturninus pls hit me up i’m so confused rn

[sweetsubharry]

Do you have any fic recs with like CEO/Businessman Louis?

Yes I do!! ^-^

touch me (you're my fantasy) by stylescantstop

Louis goes off on business again and Harry hates being without him.

or the one where Harry misses Louis a lot & sends him racy pictures, which prompts Louis to call him and it leads to hot phone sex. Exactly what Harry wanted.

it's like i breathe you by orphan_account

Louis shrugs, grabbing the smoothie and taking a sip of it. He’s not really bragging. But. “I’ve kind of always had everything I wanted.

”“Everything?” Harry asks, genuinely interested, his green eyes wide.

Louis looks at Harry, smiling at him across the table and twirling a curl around his finger. Not everything.

or the one where louis volunteers to teach high school students about the ropes of business and running a company of your own, but he certainly does not plan on running into harry styles.

cause nobody saves me baby the way you do by Wankerville

“Please, Harry. Please accept it. You need it and I- I have plenty of money to spare. I- I’m just one person to take care of, so its okay. I-”

“You called me as a prostitute though. I didn’t- I never got you off. I can’t just accept money like this, its-”

“Harry,” Louis sighs, “this was better than a fuck, okay? I liked this. Now please, just... take the money.”

or, an au inspired by 1D's new song 'fireproof.' where harry's a prostitute and louis is v lonely. that is until harry becomes his babydoll, and louis his daddy.

Cold Without You Here by trulymadlylarry

“Keep warm, Lou. There’s supposed to be a snow storm soon,” Harry tells him, remembering what he saw on the news earlier.

“I will. I’ll see you soon, okay? I’ll be home before you know it.”

Harry nervously fiddles with the engagement ring on his finger. “You’ll be back Friday the 13th, right?”

“Yup,” Louis says without hesitation. “Just in time for Valentine’s day.”

Or, the one where Louis is Harry's sugar daddy and goes on a business trip.

Sweet on You by dontlietomehoney

Harry is a student going to Uni for a degree in business and one day Louis Tomlinson, a multibillionaire and owner of his own record company, comes to guest lecture. Once Harry sees how gorgeous the man is, he can't help but ask him out for coffee. And things go from there.

Or, the one where Louis becomes Harry's sugar daddy.

No Love Like Your Love by Rearviewdreamer

When it comes to saving the world from itself and convincing rich CEOs of environmentally harmful companies to go green, there's nobody better than Harry Styles. That is, until Louis Tomlinson, his ex and former Alpha, is involved.

slow and steady by cabinbythesea

Breathing next to him was slow and steady, an all encompassing feeling. Much like when you're swimming in very deep water, he thinks. Your head becomes heavy with all the dense pressure caging you under, yet your heart and limbs feel light.

Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by angelichl

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

London Calls Me a Stranger by Thatscoolbutwhataboutlarry

"Hello, my beautiful, conceited coquette."

"Hi, daddy."

Or the one where Harry is a tease, and Louis is his new neighbour.

If Only In My Dreams by iwillpaintasongforlou

Louis calls and says he doesn't think he'll be home for Christmas, which is disappointing since Harry's wrapped himself up in a red silk bow for Louis to come home to. Luckily the world according to Louis orbits around his beautiful boy and he's making it home one way or another.

I'm Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by Phillipa19

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry's sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19

Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn't be ignored for much longer.

-OR-

Louis is Harry's sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved

you can take it off by blankiehxrry

Now, Harry walks back over to Louis and helps him up, planting a pink stained kiss to his left cheek. “You’d find me incredibly boring outside of this place,” he says dryly.

“I find that hard to believe,” Louis scoffs. Since the first day he met him, Louis has always been enthralled with Harry, both for his looks and personality. “You’re the most fascinating creature I’ve ever met within miles.”

Harry smiles bashfully and leads Louis back out towards the front doors with a hand placed lightly on his lower back. His emerald nails scratch comfortingly at his jumper as they walk. “I’m not nearly as glamorous without all the glitter and mood lighting. Life at home is a lot less skirts and gloss and a lot more trackies and takeout.”

“I could give you more than that. Just let me. Give me a chance, baby.”

Lunch Break by purpleeyestelllies

Harry decides to bring his alpha lunch at work and surprise him with a visit from him and their baby daughter. Louis gets more than one surprise.

drain the whole sea by brainwaves

For a great chunk of his life, Harry has had a passion for writing, a passion that turned into an aspiration, which turned into a dream he’s been chasing for the past few years, first in the States and now in a shitty flat in London. None of his attempts to get anywhere have succeeded, leaving him with weary bones and two dead-end jobs that he doesn’t enjoy in the slightest.

When he finds an unusual yet promising opportunity that could possibly get him somewhere and help him further his current failure of a writing career, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. Despite his boyfriend Sam’s pleading, he lets this dream bring him to the luxurious yet quaint home of world-renowned, best-selling author Louis Tomlinson.

Let's Embrace The Point Of No Return by  sweaterpawstyles

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Or

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

A Distant Hazy Light by green_feelings

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

I hope I answered this well! it was quite a broad prompt so as you can see this includes daddy kinks, a/b/o and other types of thing! If you have a problem with any of those send me another anon or a message and I can do one minus a specific tag :) make sure to read the tags carefully everyone :) stay safe <3 

[silenthillmutual]

I'm assuming you mean writing prompts! Not sure what kind of mood you're in so I'll give you 2. First: Daniil or Artemy bragging about their partner to someone else. They're not trying to but. They do anyways. There's too much love. Alternatively: One of Artemy's kids (Sticky or Murky, perhaps) fall grievously ill and he's got to be a good dad and tell them everything's gonna be ok. Sorry idk anything about jjba dr or mp100 lol

i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for forever while i’ve hit writer’s block. so i’m gonna write something short for the first one, ty<3

The way Daniil is going on at length here is going to give him a migraine. He’ll admit to this: he’s mostly gotten used to it. The man can talk - and talk, and talk, and talk. It’s really a shame they haven’t got a school set up in the Town. He’d be a natural lecturer. And he knows Daniil used to give lectures sometimes in the Capital, which is probably how he manages to either follow him or tune him out depending on the subject.

It’s just that right now, Artemy is the subject. So his levels of embarrassment are about through the roof, but there’s no real polite way to stop him.

Were they back in Town, Artemy would just get up and leave. Daniil just does this sometimes. Artemy started to realize about a month ago that he was the sort of person to speak his affection rather than show it. Which always felt like some sort of issue, because Artemy is - “Acta non verba,” he hears Daniil say, right on cue. The grip Daniil has on his hand is remarkably strong for someone of his size, and Artemy’s face feels like it’s going to explode. Daniil’s got his head tilted, looking up at him with those wide brown eyes and he can’t leave. Even if Daniil wasn’t anchoring him to the spot, he’d just feel bad about it when he looks that damn sincere. “Really, it’s remarkable,” Daniil says, eyes never leaving his face. He pulls Artemy’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

He swears the woman Daniil’s been speaking to rolls her eyes. Artemy feels like his face is going to explode. His cheeks hurt so much he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel them again. And yet, he can’t be too mad at him, because he knows there’s not a hint of sarcasm to his words, and this is probably the nicest Daniil’s ever been about anybody.

“So what is your specialty, exactly?” the woman asks, though it’s clear she’s only doing it for the same reason Artemy hasn’t left this soiree altogether and headed back for their hotel room.

“I’m a herbalist,” he says flatly.

Her eyebrows raise, but Artemy doesn’t get a chance to find out if it’s a genuine pique of interest or more high-class Capital snobbery because Daniil scoffs and says, “Don’t be so modest, Tëma.”

The nickname is what really sells it. “I need another drink,” the woman says. Her own has been empty for a while now, ice melting in the bottom, but she throws back what’s left of it to crunch the ice between her teeth, stepping away. Daniil uses her leaving as an excuse to set his body against Artemy’s, leaning against him to get better leverage to kiss him on the cheek. He’s been wondering the whole time if this is normal for the Capital. He hasn’t exactly seen many couples like them, but then he’s not sure if it would matter if it was. It seems Daniil doesn’t blend in any better here than he had in Town.

Artemy sighs. Doesn’t push him away, but leans into one of the fleeting moments of physical intimacy. And sighs again. “Why don’t you talk about your own accomplishments, Daniil?”

“What accomplishments?” he snorts. Daniil avoids looking him in the eye, but he can feel the anxiety in the way his grip bruises him. “You know how poorly I did those two weeks. What on Earth do I have to brag about? No, no - I’m already well known here, though. But you - you deserve the glory, darling.”

“I’m not interested in glory.” He watches Daniil’s expression fade into a frown. And he doubts the man intends for him to read into the way his grip loosens, but it would be impossible to just not notice it. “I just mean -”

“No. I know what you mean.” His voice is already so lacking in tone that the difference is almost difficult to tell, but Artemy squeezes his hand to try and get the life back to him. He expects Daniil to speculate that he’s managed to embarrass him, but the next words he mumbles are, “It’s all rather trivial to you.” He shifts weight from one foot to the other. “The games they play here - it’s not all that different from the rulers of your town. Reputation is worth so much, but to you it’s meaningless.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s entirely meaningless.” He pulls their hands up and over his stomach, trying to drag Daniil closer to him. “Hey. Come on. No, it’s just that - I’m right here. It’s embarrassing to hear you say all that stuff about me. As if I did something special, and not just my job. You would’ve done the same thing.”

Wrong choice of words. Daniil doesn’t even bother raising his eyebrows to that, though he humors looking at Artemy for a moment. “Well I didn’t. Clearly I didn’t. You know I didn’t. You were there!”

“Alright, I get it.” Artemy nudges Daniil’s shoulder with his own. “But don’t act like you didn’t do anything while you were there. What about that vaccine you made with Rubin, huh? The discoveries you made in the Polyhedron?” He’ll have to gloss over that one quick before the ice sets in. “The Stamatins are sticking around, you could always talk about one of their projects -”

“Has no one ever praised you before?” Daniil interrupts. Artemy’s mouth shuts so suddenly his teeth click together. Daniil takes the moment of silence to look up at him, and that horrid smirk starts to work its way across his lips. “Nothing is stopping you from speaking for yourself, you know. Or leaving, if my incessant chatter bothers you so desperately.”

“Your hand is,” Artemy grumbles.

“Oh please. Just before we left - on the way to the station, in fact! I saw you cart four children on your back. Three of them were teenagers. This -” he rubs their joined hands against Artemy’s stomach - “Is hardly holding you back.”

Now he raises his brows, and Artemy has to let out his breath under Daniil’s scrutiny. “I don’t want to leave your side,” he says. “You’re the man I came with, and I won’t leave without you.” Daniil continues to blink at him. He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “And this is probably the nicest you’ve ever been. I don’t mind the words, it’s... it’s the fact that people are staring.”

“Aha!” Daniil says, and really, Artemy does not trust the sentiment one bit, not with the wicked smile he’s wearing. “So you’re unused to positive attention, and that’s making you uncomfortable.” He pulls their joined hands back to his side, and up to his mouth to kiss Artemy’s hand again. “I should praise you more often,” he says with his lips pressed to Artemy’s skin.

“Alright, whatever. But could you do it in private?” His words come out as a grumble, but he knows as soon as they leave his mouth its a mistake, cheeks tingling from the blush. “That’s not what I meant!” He doubts very much Daniil believes him. “How do I explain this? These peoples’ opinions - they don’t mean very much to me. And I don’t want them staring at me like I’m some specimen under their microscope. I didn’t come here for them, emshen. I came here for you.”

Daniil hums, and lets their hands drop. “Duly noted,” he says. “I will cut back my bragging to a minimum. That should keep conversations short, anyway. The less time we spend here, the sooner we can get to admiring you in private.”

Artemy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t drop the other man’s hand. “You just live to be difficult, don’t you?”

[dogbearinggifts]

“Dad Sent Me to the Moon” vs. “Because Dad Made Me”

How Luther and Vanya Talk About Trauma, Part Two

This is Part Two of a series examining how Luther and Vanya address their own trauma and respond to the trauma of others. My goal is to compare their canon reactions to how fandom portrays them, and see if the common perceptions are accurate. As I said in Part One, I’m not out to make one character look better than another; I just want to examine what happens and what is said and give each scene as fair an analysis as I can. 

You can read Part One here. 

Episode 3: Extra Ordinary

This is the episode where we learn about Vanya’s book—but as I said I wasn’t going to count it as a mention of her trauma, I’m going to leave that aside. A few scenes after this montage, though, we find Luther and Allison in the main living area, discussing Grace’s potential involvement in Reginald’s death. Before long, though, Luther changes the subject. 

Allison: And then we left her here. Alone. In this house, for thirteen years! I mean, no wonder she lost her mind. To be away from your kids?  Luther: Hey, what happened with…Claire? With Patrick? You never told me.  Allison: Yeah, I don’t want to talk about it.  Luther: It’s just…when we were kids, we used to sit in here and tell each other everything.  Allison: Yeah, and then we grew up. Pause Things got ugly between Patrick and me. Now the court tells me I have to do this mandatory therapy thing before I can have visitation.  Luther: What for?  Allison looks at him, then away.  Luther: You used your power on her.  Allison: I mean, there were these days when she would have these epic meltdowns. And no matter what I said, she wouldn’t stop. She was three then, and I…I know that’s what three-year-olds are supposed to do. So I said I would do it that one time. Only it wasn’t just that one time. I told myself any parent with my power would do the same. That it wasn’t wrong. I just had an advantage. I mean, from the time I was little, I used it to get everything I wanted. With Dad, with my career…but now I know nothing in my life was real. So I’m starting over. I just didn’t think it would be so hard.  Luther: It’ll get easier. Some things just take time.  Allison: Yeah. And some things just stay broken. 

What’s interesting about this exchange—which is the first time Luther has responded to someone else’s trauma—is that Allison is not the one who brings it up. The subject of Grace’s mental state is tangential to the topic of why Patrick filed for divorce and got custody of Claire, and Luther is the one who brings it up. Allison at first hedges, Luther pushes a bit, and she tells him everything. 

Now, there are two ways to look at this, the first being that Luther is nosy. He had no reason to pry into her personal life, Claire had nothing to do with him, and he just wants to know all the juicy details about Allison’s divorce, possibly so he won’t have to feel guilty should he decide to make a move on her later on. While I can see evidence to support this theory, I don’t think that’s what’s happening here. Rather, I think Luther could tell Allison was upset about her divorce and even more upset about losing custody of her daughter. As he said, he and Allison used to tell each other everything, so he’s probably heard her vent about more than a few things before the family broke apart, and he’s probably seen her become noticeably calmer after she’s had a chance to get whatever ailed her off her chest. To me, it seems Luther is expressing concern for her, and giving her a chance to vent. 

What’s more interesting about this exchange, though, is what Luther doesn’t say. If you watch his facial expressions as she confesses (which I can’t capture because my laptop is old and screenshots just turn to blackness) you can tell he’s horrified by what his sister did to her own child. He absolutely does not approve. But he doesn’t tell her that. He doesn’t say “Jesus, Allison, what the hell were you thinking? She’s a kid! Your kid! You don’t treat her like a puppet!” He can tell, by Allison’s expression and the trembling of her voice, as well as the words she uses to describe what she did, that she knows it was wrong. It’s clear she hates herself for it, so Luther doesn’t pile on more guilt. He just listens and gives her a safe place to confess, not speaking until the end: “It’ll get easier. Some things just take time.” 

That line might not look it, but in context, it’s incredibly validating. Allison has just shared her darkest secret with him (and it’s a pretty dark secret). She ruined her own life, and now she has to relearn everything and she’s not sure she has the strength for it. So what does Luther tell her? “It’ll get easier. Some things just take time.” The first part—It’ll get easier—acknowledges that what she’s trying to do is difficult. The second part—Some things just take time—is an attempt at encouragement, telling her to not give up if she doesn’t see results right away. Luther is encouraging his sister to keep trying to make amends, without offering false hope. 

But I think it’s what he says next, after Allison says “Yeah. And some things just stay broken” that’s the most overlooked bit of validation here: Nothing. After Allison says that, Luther is silent—and with that silence he validates her fear. She knows this whole mess might not have a happy ending. She knows she might never see her daughter again, and that she has no one to blame but herself. And Luther doesn't try to tell her otherwise. He doesn’t brush off her fear with some pat answer like “Well, you just need to keep trying” or “Everything will be okay.” He just lets her fear stand and remains quiet, allowing her space to talk more if she needs to. 

Not too long after this, Vanya heads over to Bricktown to find Leonard’s shop, and as they’re walking together, they run into Allison. We then get this: 

Leonard: You didn’t tell me your sister was a movie star! To Allison: You were in that Umbrella thing too, weren’t you? To Vanya: But you weren’t in that, were you?  Vanya: No, I was sort of the fifth Beatle of the family, so… Leonard: Never did like the Beatles. More of a Stones guy myself.  Allison: Um, sorry to interrupt, but could you, uh, come back to the house? We’re having a family meeting.  Vanya: And you guys want me there? 

From the way this line is delivered, it’s clear that this is not a simple, innocent question. Vanya meant it as a swipe at her siblings, a reference to being excluded, and it comes across as one. (As a side note, I think her word choice is worth mentioning: referring to herself as “the fifth Beatle of the family” casts the Umbrella Academy as something cool, a guarantee of fame and fortune she was passed over for—rather than as the vehicle for wanton child abuse it was. I doubt she’s trying to gloss over the abuse her siblings were forced to endure, because it doesn’t seem she was aware of most of it, but comparing the Academy to one of the most iconic rock groups in history says a lot about how she views it.) 

Unlike her first mention of her exclusion in the previous episode, this one is far less appropriate to the conversation at hand. Knowing Vanya, and knowing what Allison said to her the previous day, it’s not entirely out of left field; but it’s still a swerve from the topic—and it’s neither necessary nor beneficial. 

Imagine, for a moment, that Leonard is exactly what he seems: a sweet, somewhat dorky guy who maybe comes on a bit strong but is pursuing Vanya not out of sinister ulterior motives, but because he thinks she’s neat. He’s walking along with her, talking and joking about all the things they have in common. Things seem to be going well, he’s glad he made his move—and then her movie star sister pops up out of nowhere. And he realizes—holy shit! Movie Star Sister was also a superhero! But he doesn’t think Vanya was one, so he asks if she was. “No, I was kind of the fifth Beatle of the family,” she says. It’s clear she’s not happy about that, but hey, might as well try to cheer her up. Now Movie Star Superhero Sister is asking Vanya to head back to the house for a family meeting—a family meeting of superheroes, holy shit….

….and Vanya immediately takes a swipe at her. Drags her rotten childhood into the conversation, uses that simple invitation as a reminder that she doesn’t think much of her sister or the rest of her family. Movie Star Superhero Sister, to her credit, doesn’t respond in kind, but wow, Vanya suddenly doesn’t look so nice anymore. Sure, she had a rough childhood—rough enough to fill an entire book—but her sister was trying to be friendly and Vanya tried to pick a fight? 

If Leonard had been simply a normal guy pursuing a normal romance for normal reasons—if he hadn’t stuck with Vanya to use her for his own ends—that not-so-subtle jab probably would have convinced him to move right along. Bringing up family drama in front of someone you barely know, regardless of how comfortable you feel with them, is generally a relationship ender. At the very least, many people will want to take a big step back and reconsider—because if your partner will make cutting remarks like that to their own siblings for no apparent reason*, what will they say when they’re mad at you? 

I understand where Vanya is coming from. I understand she’s been excluded by her family and that taking swipes at them probably gives her a few seconds of catharsis. But that does not, in my opinion, justify what she does here. She can be angry with her sister for what she said. She can hate her siblings for making her feel like an outsider. But saying “And you guys want me there?” in response to her sister’s invitation is rather uncalled for. Allison is making an effort to reach out—presumably what Vanya always wanted—and Vanya bites her hand off. 

Furthermore, Allison hurt Vanya in private. When she lectured her on how little she understood about relationships and how she needed to stop blaming Dad for all her problems, they were in the Academy with no one else around. Vanya chooses to hurt Allison back in public, in the presence of a man Vanya barely knows and that Allison has only just met. Vanya isn’t just returning blow for blow—she’s escalating the fight. Allison humiliated Vanya for sure, but she didn’t put Vanya on the spot in front of anyone else. Vanya humiliates Allison in front of a stranger who—from the fact he recognized her right away from a movie she’d been in—seems to be a fan of hers. For all Allison knows, he’s going to take that tip right to one of those trashy gossip magazines, trade it for his 15 minutes of fame, and she’ll see it in the bottom corner of the next issue’s cover: Sibling Squabbles—Allison Hargreeves’ Meeting With Sister Hints at More Family Trouble for Embattled Star.

Allison chooses not to return an eye for an eye. Rather than lash out at her sister, she tries to reconcile. Which was, I think, the right decision—but I also would not have faulted Allison at all had she chosen to avoid Vanya after that. 

Later, as Hazel and Cha-Cha are combing the Academy in search of Five, Allison finds Luther sitting on a windowsill, staring up at the Moon. 

Allison: Wow, look at that.  Luther: Mm. Home sweet home. I tell ya, things were a lot simpler up there.  Allison: What’s it like?  Luther: Quiet. Cold. And uh…lonely.  Although, every now and then, when the sun came rolling over the horizon just right, and the light hits it, everything would turn to white glass. It’s….it’s beautiful. Pause You know, whatever you told Claire….I didn’t really feel like a superhero up there, but those few moments when my whole world was glowing, I felt like I was meant to be there. 

This is Luther’s first onscreen mention of his trauma. As with Vanya, and as with Allison and her trauma, someone else broaches the subject first. Luther does not bring up his time on the Moon apropos of nothing; Allison asks him a question and he answers. 

What’s most noteworthy about this exchange, however, is that Luther does not speak of his time on the Moon as if it were traumatic for him. His first words about it (“Things were a lot simpler up there”) are somewhat positive; his initial description (“Quiet. Cold. And lonely”) is neutral; and his continuing description is actually quite positive. His mention of conditions on the Moon is brief and perfunctory, and he spends more words describing the moments of breathtaking beauty he found. 

As we later find, his time on the Moon was much harsher than he lets on here, but we get hints in the opening sequence, where he must squeeze his massive frame through openings and corridors clearly built for someone of average size. Yet the Moon base was designed by or on the orders of Sir Reginald. Even if it was created years before he ever considered sending his son there, he had the money for modifications to accommodate Luther’s mutated body. He chose not to do this, forcing Luther to spend four years in cramped conditions, unable to even take much of a walk outdoors. What we see of his base, too, is spartan; he has a bed with homey blankets and artificial gravity as well as a small houseplant, but little else. And he spent four years like that. 

Yet he tells Allison none of this. He gives her a simple description of life on the Moon that carefully avoids too much negativity before regaling her with the majesty of it, ending with a particularly sad bit of foreshadowing: “I felt like maybe I was meant to be there.” 

Luther has not yet begun processing his time on the Moon as trauma. As far as he knows, he was sent there for a reason that was not disclosed to him. Would he speak of it differently had he already begun processing his exile as trauma? Possibly. Whatever the case, Luther’s first mention of his time on the Moon is a simple answer to a simple question, followed by a description of the scenery that makes the Moon sound downright lovely—not a demand for pity. 

Running count of trauma mentions (cumulative of all episodes thus far)

Own Trauma: Vanya 2, Luther 1 Trauma of Others: Vanya 1, Luther 1

*There was a reason for Vanya’s low blow. We the viewers know it, and Vanya and Allison know it, but Leonard had no way of knowing it. I said “no apparent reason” because from an outside perspective, Vanya’s remark seems to come out of the blue. 

Read on to Part Three

[mattzerella-sticks]

#LikeYouBatWay, Day 4 of Batflash Week - Secret Relationship & High School/College

Barbara Gordon is a detective. She never lets herself get distracted from the clues. There's nothing more important than solving a mystery. Except every PI has their girl Friday, and in this case Barry fits the description.

After realizing her feelings for her friend are more than platonic, what will she do? Is there a chance that Barry might return her affections? Or does he not like her that way?

She'll just have to take the risk... but she won't be doing it alone.

During lunch the girls don’t always sit together, busy either with school clubs or other friends. But they set aside every Wednesday in their schedules to eat at the same table. All six of them would gather in their designated spot and catch up on what they missed. Diana introduced the idea after a whole week passed when the max occupancy of their group never went over three. They agreed that they needed one lunch where all that mattered were each other. And nothing save an emergency would distract any of them from enjoying it.

Barbara wouldn’t call her feelings an emergency, but she could barely focus on Kara complaining about their chemistry teacher as she pushed her food around. Especially when the mush took the shape of a lightning bolt. She rested her chin on her elbow and sighed dreamily, a sappy grin blossoming on her face.

“Babs!”

She startled, arms flapping dramatically as she fell back with a yelp. When Barbara recovered it was to five curious stares bearing down on her. “Yes?” she asked, as if she wasn’t sprawled on the floor.

“Are you okay?”

Barbara shot up, cheeks burning. “Am I okay? Who asks that kind of question - of course I’m okay do I look not okay? Because I’m not. I mean, I am - I’m okay…” Strangling her bat ears on her hoodie, Barbara nearly tore them off.

Zatanna laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling. “We were calling your name for a full minute but your mind was a million miles away.”

“Oh, yeah,” she tried playing it off, scoffing, “I was thinking about a project that I have due tomorrow, obviously. It’s… yeah…”

“Really?” Kara smirked, poking at Barbara’s plate, “does it have to do with electricity ?”

Barbara glared, smearing the lightning bolt. “No!”

“Because it’d make sense,” she continued, “why you were doodling lightning all throughout History - although the hearts? And inside them… Barbara Gordon plus Barry Allen -”

“Kara!” Barbara hissed, “Why were you looking at my notes?”

“You know I don’t pay attention in that class. When she mentioned we had a test coming up I’d hoped you’d written it down or something.”

About to launch into a lecture on vigilance, Barbara gets sidetracked by Zatanna squealing at her other side. “Barry Allen? You have a crush on Barry Allen?”

“Not so loud, Zee!” she whispered, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully Barry didn’t, the senior joking around with Hal and Oliver a few tables away. He glanced over, though, and caught her staring. Barry smiled and waved, Barbara returning it albeit weaker. The crooked smile fell among the chorused cooing from her table.

“Barry’s one of the nicest guys in school,” Jessica said, “You’d be so cute together!”

“How did this happen?” Karen asked, “You weren’t acting like this the other day?”

Barbara bit her lip, cutting off her own excited squeals. “Okay,” she started, “well I was staying late at Sweet Justice, working on that stolen chemicals case remember?”

The others left, each having their own plans to attend to. Barbara didn’t mind, content to figure out the mystery. Especially since none of the others shared her passion for them. She noticed how their eyes glazed over at times, Kara almost always snapping and telling her to get to the point. Being alone meant she could piece the clues at her own pace.

However an hour in she needed a change in scenery and took her research from their base and up to the public space of Sweet Justice. Commandeering a table she told Barry to keep her floating in milkshakes until she was done. While Barbara pieced together more of the scene, the lynchpin tying the case together was lost to her. “What am I missing… What am I missing? ” she groaned, slumping onto the table.

That’s when Barry stopped by with her fifth milkshake. He leaned over Barbara and studied her notes. “This looks like too much work for extra credit,” he chuckled, “What seems to be the problem?”

Barbara sighed and sat up. “No it’s not extra credit I’m… trying to guess where this thief is going to strike next! I’m stressed and not even milkshakes are helping.” She still snatched it from his hand, because they aided in other ways besides mystery solving.

Barry smiled. “You want to maybe talk about it?”

“No, no,” she waved him off, “I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“You kidding? I love mysteries!”

Barbara stopped slurping her drink. “You do?”

“Of course,” he nodded, sitting across from her, “To me, mysteries are like a kind of science. There’s testing theories, sifting through data, comparing samples…” Barry launched into a passionate explanation of forensics that Barbara tuned out. Instead she focused on the lightning crackling in Barry’s eyes, his beaming smile, and how he practically vibrated from excitement. These thoughts led her onto a path with one obvious conclusion.

Barry Allen was cute. From there she was doomed.

“We spent the entire night talking over the case,” she gushed, remembering it, “And because I had someone to talk with it helped me see a clue I glossed over by accident! It was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time.”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d fall for a nerd .”

Barbara pouted at her friend, ready to launch into another lecture when she noticed the troubled expression marring Diana’s face. “Diana,” she said, “is something wrong?”

“Are you sure this is wise, Barbara?” she asked, “It’s a wondrous thing, these feelings of ‘the crush’. But you remember how I acted when… Steve … was around. Do you think this could interfere with our mission?”

“It won’t!” she promised, grinning, “because this won’t be a crush for long!”

Zatanna gasped, squeezing her arm. “You’re gonna ask him out?”

“In a way...”

Kara rolled her eyes. “It’s a yes or no question, Babs. Simple. Don’t try and complicate it any further.”

Barbara slammed her fork onto the table, fire burning behind her determined gaze. “I can’t ask him out! That’s too risky! But don’t worry, I have a plan. And it’s going to work.”

----------------------------------------------------

The next day Barbara shuffled into school defeated, dragging her backpack behind her. All the usual pep was replaced with a crushing, frustrated disappointment. She could only focus on the storm clouds hanging overhead, so she didn’t see the hand that shot out and dragged her backwards.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with -”

“Barbara, calm down,” Diana said, squeezing her arms, “it’s only us.”

Her friends gathered around her, each wearing their own best worried features. Zatanna’s pouty lips and Karen’s shining eyes were in fine company alongside Diana’s set jaw, Jessica’s drawn brows and Kara’s clenched fist.

Barbara preempts them all. “I’m fine.”

“That’s a lie if I ever saw one,” Jessica sighed, laying her hand over Diana’s on Barabara’s shoulder. “You can tell us Babs.”

“Or,” Kara said, “we can use Diana’s lasso on you.”

Diana rejected the idea immediately. “I don’t use my lasso on my allies… if I don’t have to.” She glanced at Barbara, “I don’t have to, do I?”

Unable to find a weak link their fencing, Barbara accepted her fate. “You don’t,” she said, slumping into a nearby desk, “I’m… I’m a little upset.”

“A little?” Karen said, “Barbara, we’ve never seen you frown for this long! What happened?”

She wrung her hands. “Remember how I told you all that I had this plan to deal with Barry and my feelings… well… it kinda, completely... fell apart on me.” Barbara squeaked the last part in a rush, hiding behind her fingers when done. After a beat of silence she looked between her fingers at her friends.

No one seemed too shocked.

“Really?”

“Well,” Diana rubbed her neck guiltily, “when you told us what it was we… didn’t think it would work.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me!”

“We didn’t want to burst your good mood,” Zatanna said, “and there was a chance it could have worked… a teeny-tiny, little chance .”

“It would  have worked!” Barbara shouted, “If the world would’ve stopped butting in at every possible moment !”

Diana guided her into her seat again. “Why don’t you tell us what happened. From the beginning?”

Steeling her nerves and gathering her courage, Barbara thought back to yesterday and began.

After school Barbara ran home to gather supplies for her plan. Knowing Barry liked mysteries, she decided to create one of her own. Leaving a clue for Barry to find, he would hurry over to the perfect location finding Barbara waiting for him in a surprise date. “It was so totally perfect,” Barbara sighed, “until…”

She set up the small picnic first, knowing there’d be no time after dropping off the note at Sweet Justice. However racing over on her scooter in high spirits, Barbara didn’t count on her location being the scene of some drama.

“I mean a park is Ivy’s stomping ground,” Kara said, “Should’ve thought of that when picking a place.”

“You beat her though, right?” Karen asked.

Barbara nodded. “With help from Barry.” He zipped in, already in costume, surprised to see Ivy there. “I tried to salvage it,” she continued, “while he was dealing with her I scrawled another note and dropped it where he could find it.”

And when he read it Barbara zipped away, picnic basket tucked under her arm.

Arriving at the new location she caught Barry in the middle of a heated battle with Giganta. “Go to the docks, there was a villain. Go to the zoo, another villain! Until finally I thought the park would work with Ivy gone. But then…”

The darkness made it difficult to see; Barbara wouldn’t let that stop her. She lit flashlights and shoved them into the ground around the blanket. Barry wouldn’t miss her. Panting, still in costume, Barbara didn’t realize anyone else could see her, too.

“My, my, my! Who has bright red hair, a face so fair, and a wit unmatched and rare?”

Her friends groaned. “The Riddler?” Zatanna scoffed, “I thought we sent that creep packing last month?”

“He must’ve escaped,” Barbara shrugged, “And given his M.O., when Barry showed up…”

“The true mastermind behind today’s villainy!” Barry cried, holding The Riddler up by his collar, “Of course it had to be you! No one else would have left those riddles just lying around!”

“What?” he asked, “I don’t - I don’t know what you’re talking about -”

“You’re going back to Gotham where you belong !” Barry said, punching once more and knocking him out. Shouldering the unconscious villain, he turned to a gaping Batgirl. “Thanks for the assist all day, Babs - I mean… Batgirl . We make a pretty good team!” She couldn’t answer him, too shocked to speak. “I’ve got this no problem, and you can get return to your… night picnic .”

Stepping over a stray flashlight, he caught sight of a sandwich she laid out in preparation. “Oh! Turkey pesto! I love those - you don’t mind…?” To him, her silence was answer enough. With his other hand he snatched the sandwich, thanked her, and ran off.

“And that’s what happened,” Barbara sighed, “My whole plan… ruined .”

She expected sympathy from her friends. Kara’s obnoxious laughter was anything but understanding. Barbara glared at her friend while she bent over.

“Oh, man,” she breathed, “how can the fastest man alive be so slow on the uptake . Ha!” Humor infectious, the others began giggling as well.

“Not you, too!”

“Sorry Babs,” Zatanna giggled, “it’s so… horrible .”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“That’s why we’re laughing!” Kara snorted, wiping a tear from her eye. Regaining composure, she returned to full height. “Okay, seriously though, what happened was a whole mess of bad luck.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Oh Babs,” Jessica reached out to her again, “it was only a minor setback. Not a total failure -”

“It was though!” Barbara jumped up, “If it happened maybe once or twice it would have been a setback! Everything that went on yesterday was fate telling me it’s not supposed to be.”

“Don’t be silly, Barbara,” Diana said, “the Fates do not concern themselves too heavily with matters like this. I’m sure it was all really bad luck.”

She hid behind her hands once more, screaming into them. Barbara heard Karen whisper to Diana, “I don’t think she meant the actual Fates…”

Jessica dragged her into the light, squeezing her hands. “Look, you shouldn’t give up hope yet.”

“Hope?” Kara scoffed, “I thought you were the lantern of willpower?”

“Which is why,” she continued, “Babs shouldn’t give up. It was only one night. Maybe the next one won’t be so bad.”

“How can you be so sure?” Barbara asked her, “Who’s to say the same thing won’t happen again?”

“Because someone else will be fighting crime that night…”

----------------------------------------------------

Barbara pulled at her hoodie strings while walking side by side with Barry, tamping down the blush rising to her cheeks. Every so often they bumped into each other and she had to cut off the squeals rising in her throat.

“Y’know,” Barry started, “it was pretty empty in the museum tonight, not that I didn’t mind. Meant we didn’t have to wait to see the new exhibit. Usually, though, there are all sorts of crowds the first few days. Weird, right?”

She chuckled, swallowing around the clump of nerves in her throat. “Well we did go an hour before closing, so it’s not that weird...” He shrugged, agreeing with her cover.

When they entered the museum there were a lot of people still hanging around. An exhibit on a recently discovered pharaoh’s tomb from Egypt always drew interest. Especially since inside they discovered artifacts that looked alien in origin. Parts of a spaceship alongside strange cloaks adorned with metallic feathers meant that there was more about Prince Khufu and his wife Chayara researchers hadn’t realized.

It wasn’t only everyday civilians who were interested, either. As they made their way through the hall of magnets Barbara noticed a shadowy figure creep around a corner. Her heart fell into her stomach.

Luckily Barbara was prepared that time. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she stopped Barry, “wait for me?” He nodded, and Barbara snuck behind a plant to radio for her friends. While Karen slipped by without notice, Kara zipped through like a hurricane. Barry hadn’t seen, though, too preoccupied playing with some of the magnets on display. Everyone else did and quickly cleared the room.

It took careful coordinating and precision to ensure Barry remained unaware of the activity happening in the museum, but they managed to see the exhibit and avoid the villain. There were close calls, especially when examining a few of the hieroglyphics. The shadowy thief was right behind them, claws sharp and ready. Barbara snuck out a bat-a-rang only for Jessica to lock it in an emerald bird cage.

Now, far away from the museum, she hoped that was the end of any villainy for the day.

“Thanks again for inviting me,” Barry said, smiling at her, “it was a lot of fun.”

“Totally! I had fun, too! I mean, of course I’d have fun because you’re a pretty fun guy to hang around… not that I only think you’re that I mean - I mean you’re more than that! You’re…” she squeaked to an end, tugging the strings on her hood too far and causing her hood to pucker over her face. Quickly she tears it off, completely embarrassed.

Barry had moved on, obvious to her faux pas. He stood by a hot dog vendor staring at the contents. “You want a hot dog? My treat.”

“Sure!” Barbara stepped over, bouncing while the vendor made their hot dogs.

From out of the corner of her eye, however, she spotted a familiar silhouette charging towards them. Two lamp posts burst, glass shattering from uncontrolled lightning blasts. She glared, growling. “Livewire.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she shoved him towards the cart, “I need to tie my shoe.” Kneeling she lit up her communicator again. “Anyone free to deal with Leslie? She’s inbound!”

No one answered her, but Barbara heard bushes rustle nearby. Diana jumped out and tackled Leslie out of the street and away from them. Zatanna whooshed after her, purple glitter trailing behind.

“I swear,” Barry huffed, hot dogs in hand, “I thought I heard -”

“Nothing! You heard nothing!” Barbara took her snack from him and dragged Barry away, arms looped together, “It’s so beautiful tonight, not a care in the world. No crime or anything, really! So there’s no reason to think of the quiet as anything suspicious, okay !”

“Okay?” Barry dug his heels in, stopping them, “Any reason we’re zipping by it?”

Barbara snorted, “Didn’t think you had any problem with going fast?”

“No, but usually I’m the one caught speeding,” he chuckled, “what’s got your engine revved?”

She ducked her gaze, shuddering a nervous breath. Barry watched her with an easy grin, not pressuring her any further than his simple question. Barbara drew upon the strength and courage she reserved for fighting crime into this moment, knowing that it’s perfect for revealing her feelings. Ignoring her nerves, Barbara turned to face him again. “Barry, I -”

“Oh, hold that thought.”

He shoved his hot dog into his mouth and pulled his phone out. Checking it over, Barry sighed and his smile melted into something softer. He sent a quick text and pocketed it again.

“So?” Barbara asked, “anyone important?” At the back of her mind a voice whispered something horrible that floated around like a gnat she couldn’t shake.

“Wha - oh, sorry,” Barry blushed, shrugging, “Um… look, I hate to cut and run…”

Barbara’s mood fell, her bubble burst. “What?” she whispered.

“I had fun today, really,” he said, “we should hang out more, outside of Sweet Justice and work , y’know? I’ll see you in school tomorrow!” Then he zipped away into the city, Barbara left behind in the dust. Her hot dog slid out of her bun, slapping the ground and condiments spraying everywhere. A tear forced its way onto her face and trailed down her cheek.

“Oh Barbara,” Jessica started from behind laying a hand on her shoulder, “I’m so-”

“Please,” she cut her off, “Don’t say it.”

“What a jerk though,” Kara scoffed, “All the hard work we went through to give him a great day - I crashed through Venus !”

“Kara,” Zatanna hissed, “stop making this about you! Can’t you see Babs is hurting!”

“Not as bad as Barry’ll be hurting,” she said, cracking her knuckles, “I say we corner him before school and -”

“No.”

“What?”

“No,” Babara said, hurt fading into steely determination, “because I’m not giving up. There’s nothing to feel sorry for yet.”

Jessica whooped, clapping. “That’s the spirt, Barbara!”

“May Aphrodite bless you on your quest for love,” Diana said.

Barbara waved at her friends, running, “Thanks for all your help girls. But now it’s time for Batgirl to take point!”

----------------------------------------------------

She found him on a rooftop, facing the shadows in his Flash costume. “Barry!” she yelled, “Barry!”

Barry startled, spinning his heel. “Batgirl,” he said, glancing behind him, “What are you doing here?”

“We didn’t finish our conversation,” Barbara huffed, stomping her way over, “You left .”

“I - I know,” he started, hands raised between them, “but we can do this tomorrow at school, can’t we?”

“No!” she said, “We can’t. Because I had a plan in place to tell you that I liked you but it didn’t work out and then I had another one and my friends helped me except you had to go and ruin it by running away just as I was about to confess the deepest secrets of my heart and - and - and…” Barbara puffed up her chest then slowly deflated.

Barry stared wide-eyed during her speech, mouth open.

It irked her. “Well? Are you gonna say something ?”

Jolted into action Barry’s cheeks burned to match the color of his costume. “Oh, well um - that’s real sweet Babs,” he said, scratching his neck, “I like you, too, but…”

He didn’t need to finish. “Oh.”

“I’m really sorry Babs -”

“No, no,” she stepped back, arms crossed, “it’s okay. I… I probably should’ve taken all that happened as a sign it wouldn’t work out.”

“No, no Babs,” Barry continued, hesitatingly reaching over to her, “don’t be so hard on yourself… it’s not what you think. I… I think you’re really cool and smart and - and I like how we both have similar interests and I’m probably as big a fan of Bats as you…”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better!” she asked, “You’re basically saying we’re perfect for each other except for one small thing -”

“I’m already dating someone!”

His outburst stilled her frantic mind. Barry froze, obvious to her that he didn’t mean to share that little piece of information with her. The irritation and annoyance waging war inside her cooled off into a reluctant disappointment. “Oh…”

“Yeah,” Barry said, “Babs, I… I think you’re amazing, and anyone would be lucky to be with you like that but… we’re perfect the way we are. As friends. And I hope this doesn’t come between us?”

Her heart softens at his plea; his words comforting to hear. “Of course,” she said, “But… if we’re friends, I don’t think we should keep secretsbetween us…”

He stiffened again, gulping. “I mean,” he rubbed at his neck, “some secrets are okay -”

“Please!” Barbara cut him off, “You can tell me. You already told me you were dating! Can you not tell me? Is it someone I know? Is it? Is it?”

Barry glanced behind him, “Well… kinda -”

“Who is it? Who is it, who is it, who is it, who is it ?”

“Batgirl.”

Her body shut down from shock. She recognized that voice, having heard it from listening in on frequent calls with her dad. From the shadows her hero emerged. “Batman!”

“Hello,” he said, smirking.

There was so much she wanted to say to him, but given the whirlwind of recent events and her confusion, she chose the first thing that crossed her mind. “I thought you’d be taller?”

His smirk fell into a frown, and instantly she shifted into overdrive to fix it. “Not that it’s bad I think I imagined you so tall because I’ve never actually seen you only heard about you and, well, my imagination went wild so you’re not too short. I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you here I mean why are you here is there a villain you’re chasing? Do you need me to partner with you to chase them? Is that why you’re here, is it? Is it, is it, is it -”

“Batgirl,” Barry stopped her, looking particularly flustered, “he’s not here for any of that.”

“Then what would he be doing here! On this rooftop, at this time of night, hiding, with you…” The clues flew at her rapidly, from Batman’s expectant stare to Barry’s shaking hands and everything in between. “Oh my God…” she shouted, “you’re dating -”

Barry’s hand blanketed her mouth. “Please, it’s a secret for a reason.”

She pried his hand off of her. “Secret?” she asked, “Why would you…” Barbara gasped, glaring at Batman, “it’s because he’s older than you! Batman, how could you -”

“What?” Barry said, “No, Babs, he’s not - yes, he’s older, but by like two years .”

“Two years?” Barbara repeated, “What! How are so young ? I thought you’d be as old as my dad !”

Batman scoffed, scowl deepening. “I’m not that old.”

“Explain yourself!” she demanded, pointing at him. And when Barbara realized what she had done she softened her expression and added, “please?”

“No one would take Batboy seriously,” he said, “and technically I am a man. A young man.”

“That… makes sense,” Barbara said, “But this…” She gestured between them, asking without any words.

“It kinda came out of nowhere,” Barry admitted, “I was on my way home from a shift at Sweet Justice…”

Barry decided not to speed his way through the route like he normally did, slowing down  and enjoying the evening. “Like I thought we were going to do earlier,” Barry chuckled. As he crossed the street, however, he noticed a crawling vine and his attention was captured. Knowing it wasn’t a normal sight Barry changed into his costume and followed it.

“I was in town to capture Ivy,” Batman told her, “you remember, I told you this when you pretended to impersonate your father.”

“You knew that was me!”

“Of course I did. I’m Batman .”

“Anyway,” Barry rolled his eyes, “I stumbled on Ivy near the school and confronted her -”

“Just as I touched down, ready to haul her away.”

Their first meeting wasn’t perfect. Barry ran in front of one of Batman’s bat-a-rangs, getting frozen in the process. Batman didn’t realize Barry could create mini tornadoes and was blown away at one point. And throughout the battle they were fighting with each other.

“We didn’t get Ivy that night,” Batman said, “but… other things sort of fell into place...” He flashed a brief smile Barry’s way, causing the other boy to preen under the attention. Barbara cooed at the display. “But we’ve been keeping it under wraps.”

“Distance, secret identities,” Barry added, “it’s something neither of us had to deal with before, and we’re working through this in our own time…”

“So,” Batman continued, “can we trust you to keep this secret, Batgirl?”

There weren’t any doubts. “Of course you can. I’m honored you even told me about this.”

“Why wouldn’t I,” Batman said, advancing towards the rooftop, “Barry’s mentioned you before. That along with your outstanding track record in the field… you’re a great hero, Batgirl. You wear the bat well.” He held out a grappling hook, winking at Barry. “I’ll text you later.” Batman shot off into the night.

Batgirl watched him leave with stars in her eyes, floating. She was brought back to Earth by a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” Barry said, “are you sure you’re okay with this? With me not… well -”

“Are you kidding?” Batgirl shrieked, hugging him, “Batman said he likes what I’m doing. Batman! That’s better than any relationship!”

Jumping around with Barry in her arms would have made her dizzyingly happy. She was, but for reasons she didn’t expect.

Rejection never felt so sweet.

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 309

*puts Lonely Island on repeat* Shipnanigans are here!

I was originally kind of not looking forward to the second half of the season because this part of Voyager is absolutely batshit bananas. But then I was wicked underwhelmed by the part of the season I thought I would love.

So fuck it. Bring on the ridiculousness.

I like this episode. But only if I try to watch it pretending like the first part of the season didn’t happen... Because if I watch it with the other episodes in mind, I just get mildly ragey that we skip over the important emotional work Jamie and Claire still have to do in favor of fluff followed by another separation. And yeah, I love fluff. I love secksi times. I love Fraser snuggles. But the jump from the end of ep. 308 to the start of ep. 309 leaves me salty that we’re yet again asked to headcanon the reconciliation between Jamie and Claire. *side eyes the similar jump between ep. 207 and ep. 208* Whatever.

Get your towels ready it's about to go down. Everybody in the place hit the fuckin’ deck. But stay on your motherfuckin’ toes. We runnin’ this, let's go.

New credits! And the title card... Take a good hard look at the motherfuckin’ boat.

Ok this opening bit. Like Jamie was an asshole for the last two episodes. Claire never actually got to tell her side of things. She basically was like nope, I don’t think I even want to be here. But now it’s like all good, she’ll go on this 18th century sea voyage to find Jamie’s nephew. For real? They couldn’t have made a handful of tweaks last week and the beginning of this week so she could say she was going because she wanted to be with Jamie and keep working on their relationship? And Jamie’s apparently never going to apologize for being a massive piece of shit toward her? They do a good job over the course of the episode of showing them together but still with the insecurities and stuff, but jumping from where they were on the cliff to where they are in this episode makes me side eye the show like whoa.

And yes, I know that she’s really going on the ship because she wants to try to make it work with Jamie, but geez, let her say that. Let her tell him that he’s been a dick to her but she knows he has it in him to be not-shitty and she’s going because she thinks he can be better than he is in the last couple episodes. I don’t know why it bothers me so much when they make us fill in the blanks ourselves on stuff that seems definitely important enough to actually show. And then make it seem like we’re dumb or bad fans or something for wanting to actually see things instead of just headcanoning them in, because that’s how this production team rolls.

Replacement Rupert and Angus just aren’t the same as the originals. Like no one can replace Rupert and Angus, but like, I can’t bring myself to give a crap about these randos?

For real though, Claire’s inner monologue is probs like yeah, never thought I'd be on a boat. It's a big blue watery road...

And I get her 20th century scoffing at superstition, but like, girl. You’ve been in trouble for being a “witch” enough times now that c’mon. Don’t act like you don’t understand what’s going on with the sailors.

Marsali is my everything. I love her. I love her so much.

As much as I want Jamie to stand up for Claire, I do like that Fergus does it. Because Jamie, my dude, you deserve everything Marsali’s throwing at you.

Claire’s “No. You don’t.” as she drags Jamie away is also my everything.

Oh hey, a trunk of clothes! Got some swim trunks, and some flippie-floppies. But not a nautical themed pashmina afghan in sight. Welp. Can’t have everything.

I know it’s supposed to be sweet that Jamie wouldn’t let anyone get rid of Claire’s clothes. And a nice inverse to Frank burning her clothes. But I’m still just kind of chuckling because it’s not like he ever saw them? What with him living in a cave and then prison and then Helwater and then with Laoghaire. But whatever.

“Would you care to dine with me this evening? We drinking Santana champ, cause it's so crisp.” This captain is seriously the human equivalent of  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Like dude. You’re the captain of the ship and you’re just like welp. Can’t do anything about the men. They’ll do what they’re gonna do. It’s not like I’m the one in the position of authority or anything.

High fives to Fergus for calling Jamie on his bullshit revisionist history.

Although it’s kinda icky that Jamie knows all of the girls who Fergus has banged? And also fuck him for being super chill about Fergus banging tons of girls but so fucking uptight about Marsali and Bree. I know, I know, it’s a different time. That doesn’t make him not a hypocrite though.

Slash Jamie’s the last person who should be lecturing *anyone* about the importance of honesty right now. But whatever. No real consequences for lying soooo... *pretends the last few eps haven’t happened*

Yi Tien Cho convincing Jamie to do acupuncture is also my everything. Seriously, I know I had a *rull* low bar for how that character was going to be changed, but I’m really, really loving him.

I for real can’t wait for more of Claire and Marsali. Like yeah, Jamie’s marital status *was* Claire’s business, and Jamie hadn’t been living with Laoghaire and the girls for ages so Claire also wasn’t really breaking up a family or anything, but I really like that Claire just lets Marsali’s comment slide. Like call Jamie out on all of his bullshit, please, but Marsali’s a teenager whose life was thrown through a loop and I feel like trying to talk to her when she’s in this kind of mood isn’t going to get anywhere. So by just being like “well the whore should get the bigger bed, shouldn’t she” it’s like telling Marsali that she’s not going to be cowed by the snark and also that she doesn’t need to justify her place in Jamie’s life to a rando. Like she’s not going to concede power by trying to explain herself to Marsali.

But for real, I love Marsali.

I honestly don’t get Jamie’s aversion to Fergus and Marsali though. Like they’re not making the age difference a thing in the show. And Jenny’s fucking kids have apparently been married and spitting out babies since they hit puberty. Like I get it makes for some tension with Laoghaire, but who gives a fuck? She hates them all already?

Claire and Yi Tien Cho are my favorite pair that I was not expecting to like so much. But like her being genuinely interested in his story and him being open with her, which is probably the first time he’s gotten to talk like that with anyone since he got to Scotland, is so great.

Oh. Another VO. Cool. It’s basically like I'm on a boat motherfucker take a look at me. Straight flowin’ on a boat on the deep blue sea. Bustin’ five knots, wind whippin’ out my coat. You can't stop me motherfucker cause I'm on a boat.

Ok this insecurity in Jamie about hurting Claire’s feelings about the tea and acupuncture is adorable. Asshole Jamie’s insecurity of the past few episodes wasn’t. He was just an asshole.

And also, broseph, this is the kind of secret it’s ok to keep. Small, insignificant, adorable. The other one, not so much.

“My return has been confusing and frustrating. But it’s never been a question of whether I love you.” Confusing and frustrating is putting it a bit mildly, Claire, but apparently we’re done having real talk and Jamie doesn’t have to own up to being a fuckwad. Bqhatevwr. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m 1000% here for the fluff in this episode. I just have to pretend they actually did more of the hard convos in order to get to where they can have the fluff again.) And I’m pretty sure it *literally was* a question of whether you loved this Jamie, Claire. We all know you loved the old Jamie. But like, the whole thing on the cliff was literally about whether you loved the new Jamie. Y’know. The thing they never bothered addressing beyond the question being asked. Because lol nothing matters, fans can headcanon it and if they don’t they’re whiny and #badfans.

Whatever. *actively doesn’t think about past episodes* Here for pincushion heart eyes. Lookit how cute they are.

Cause of death: Claire telling Jamie about reading Bree Goodnight Moon.

And I love them talking about the moon like with the science of men flying there and the folk tales of the man in the moon representing each of them. They’re gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow. Like Kevin Garnett, anything is possible.

“You miss her.” “Terribly.” Glad they’re highlighting Claire still feeling the loss of what she gave up to come back to Jamie. Still salty at his non-reaction to learning about his kid. And even here, like one line from him about Bree to let Claire know he loves her too? Or thinks about her too? To let Claire know she’s not alone in missing Bree? Please? No? Ok.

Here for the cuddles. I want the fluff. Believe me, I am trash for the fluff. I just wish again that the fluff felt more earned because they’d actually come to an understanding about where they stand with each other rather than just glossing over the hard part of coming back together. They showed the angsty set up then skipped the resolution and went straight to the fluff.

Whatever. Back to pretending the last few eps didn’t happen. Give me all the fluff. It’s fucking wonderful. I love fluff. I am a broken record.

I feel like the gif of Claire saying “that’s insanity” is going to come in quite handy...

Jamie going to save his dude like fuck land, I'm on a boat, motherfucker. Fuck trees, I climb buoys, motherfucker. I'm on the deck with my boys, motherfucker. And no one is gonna mess with his Ardsmuir boys.

Really reaching to fit some of these lyrics in and I’m not at all sorry.

The way they chant Jonah is def the angry mob way to chant it, but in my head I def kept being like Jo! Nah! Jo! Nah!. Like pumping someone up at a sports thing or something. You’re doing it wrong, brain.

I have a lot of feelings about Yi Tien Cho giving up his story and letting it go before he wanted to in order to save Jamie and his men. Yi Tien Cho really is the best of them.

And honestly Jamie telling the captain to let YTC speak is maybe the most decent thing he’s ever done for the man.

And then the papers fly off in the wind and I realize that I give not a single fuck about the actual plot of this episode.

But Claire saying thank you to Yi Tien Cho is so much more than just thank you for quelling the fight. Like this guy just told the story of his life, of where he’s from, and now he needs to give it up. And she recognizes and respects and appreciates what it’ll cost him to give it up since she too is from a place the fuckers on the ship couldn’t possibly understand. And he did it for this group who, as he so passionately said, thinks the worst of him. I have so many feelings about Claire and Yi Tien Cho, guys.

They kept in the ship quickie! I def thought they were going to cut it! Bless them for keeping it. Blesss. Same feelings about the rest of the fluff still apply, but this show is probs always going to pull stuff like this so I clearly just need to get over it and accept the fluff I’m given like a #goodfan.

Jamie’s like believe me when I say, I fucked a mermaid.

(I swear, I *hated* the line last week when Jamie said Jenny would sooner believe Claire was a mermaid than from the future, but at least it means the most ridic lyric in the fucking song fits perfectly.)

And Jamie being cute about Claire’s hair. Awww.

I hate the king of men line. Hate it. Hate that the production is so fixated on that. And that they think it’s cute to keep including their weird in-jokes in the show itself.

But whatever. Snuggle time! Yay for snuggles! Embrace the fluff! Forget your issues with the show! Stop being a sourpuss!

Oh snap, the British are coming!  Never thought they’d see the day, when a big boat comin’ their way.

RIP Lt. Babyface. Long live Capt. Babyface!

Yay for Claire telling Jamie about her oath. And yay for Jamie actually getting it and respecting what she needs to do. It’s like ep. 306 Jamie again with the whole respecting Claire’s calling thing. So like, we should just ignore ep. 307 Jamie? Because he was an asshole about it.

Oh man, next week is gonna be rough, isn’t it. *All* the puking. This ain't Seaworld, this is real as it gets.

For real though if the puking noises next week are like the brothel noises in ep. 306, I’m going to just watch on mute or something with the closed captions because it’s over the top, show.

Ok if Thomas Leonard is Capt. Babyface, I guess that makes Elias Pound Midshipman Fetus.

Oh man the cook being all like I'm flippin’ burgers, you at Kinko's straight flippin’ copies. Don’t fuck with Claire when she’s in Dr. Claire mode, my dude. You will not win that fight.

Yeah. If I pretend like this episode is the first one of the season, I like this episode. I’m kind of pissed that the show managed to make me salty about fluff. I love fluff, why you make me salty about fluff, show? And now I just want a goddamn fluffernutter.

And since I’m ignoring everything that could have been up until now, it doesn’t bug me that Jamie and Claire are separated...again. Because lol nothing matters.

Fucking give me all the badass Dr. Claire you have, show.

She’s on a boat motherfucker, don't you ever forget.

[anidiotwithadream]

A Girl Like Me... (Part 3)[Jack Maynard]

So I know it’s been a long time since I published part 2, but it’s because I’ve been busy with a lot of things and only know got inspiration to write this part. Hopefully part 4 will be up soon!! :D

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: No

Word count: 1,574

Outfit for the dinner: https://www.polyvore.com/girl_like_me_part/set?id=231574427

Outfit Melody changes into: https://www.polyvore.com/just_random_black_red_look/set?id=231580204

“I am so sorry mother, I got caught up in a conversation with a friend in his holiday home, I fell asleep and woke up this morning,” I explain to her. 

“Daniel came back to us alone and told us that you had hit him, the mark on his face was very bad. Did you really hit him?” She asks as her frustration and disappointment is now obvious on her face. This is not good.

“Yes, I did hit him mother, only because he was trying to take advantage of me. It was self defense,” I answer calmly. She has to understand. She looks at me and re-adjusts her posture.

“That doesn’t seem like Daniel to me, I would like you to apologise to him tonight at dinner,” she says.

“But mother-“ I start but she interrupts.

“I don’t want to hear it, Melody, you did this to yourself, imagine what people would say about this!” She shouts then storms off. I storm off to my room.

How could she do this to me? My own mother cares more about our image towards other people than her own daughter. That hurt a lot more than heartbreak.

Suddenly, my phone goes off: A text from Jack.

The text reads: “Meet me at Midnight tonight.”

What ever could that mean? I guess I’ll have to find out later. Just thinking about seeing Daniel is making me nauseous. I really don’t want to see him ever again, but I have to because of my mother.

I pick up the book I am in the middle of at the moment for English. The book is called ‘Paper Towns’ and I am quite fascinated by it, as it is not like any other book I’ve read before. The girl in the book, Margo, disappears all of the time and the boy who has a crush on her, Quentin, goes to find her only to be turned down by her? Talk about a plot twist! I sometimes wish I could be like Margo, leave whenever I feel like it, to be confident in my decisions. Just to have a different life really. I’d like to have my own Quentin too, but I wouldn’t turn him down.

If my Quentin could come and save me from my world and take me away to a place where no one knows me, I will be happy. But right now, I’m smiling through my pain. Everyone sees the happy girl that I pretend to be and no one sees me breaking at the seams inside, cracking and falling apart. All I want is for someone to notice that before I’m completely broken and no one can put me back together.

I think one of my favorite quotes from the book is, “it’s so hard to leave until you leave, then it’s the easiest goddamn thing in the world,” it just speaks to me personally on a deep level. I’m so afraid of leaving, so afraid of giving my family a bad name. I’m afraid of everything. Once I do it, there is no going back and that scares me. What if I leave and I fail and end up with nothing?

I hear a knock at the door and look up to see the maid, Tracey, standing in the doorway, “Mrs. Lancaster Summers asked me to inform you that it is time to get ready for dinner,” she says with a small smile, which I return.

“Thank you, Tracey,” I say back and she leaves and closes the door behind her, was I really lost in thought for that long?

I walk over to my closet and look through the many dresses that I have with me. Only one sticks out to me though. It is my red Lillian mesh dress from Herve Leger. It is truly a wonderful and beautiful dress and I decide that tonight is the night to wear it. I kneel down to look at my selection of shoes in the bottom of the closet. I pick out my pair of gold studded Louboutin heels, as they’ll go perfectly with the dress.

I put the dress on and do straight to applying makeup. First the foundation, followed by concealer then blush, the eye makeup next and finishing with lipstick and lip-gloss. I look at myself in mirror, after putting my shoes on, and am pleased with how I look. I walk out of my room and down the stairs. There’s still one thing on my mind though.

Why does Jack want me to meet him?

“Daniel, it is so lovely to see you again. Melody has something that she would like to say to you,” my mother says as she gives me ‘the look’ and nudges me slightly.

“I would like to apologize for my behavior last night, it was really unacceptable and not like me at all, I hope that you can forgive me,” I say while looking at him in shame. Not because of what I did, but because of my mother making me do this. It is really embarrassing.

“It is okay Melody, I accept your apology and forgive you entirely,” he says with a smirk, it makes me want to punch him again.

As we sit down for dinner and the food starts coming out, all I can think about is Jack. The way he listened to me last night, the way he cared to move me to his bed and him sleeping on the couch. I had never been showed that sort of kindness before last night. Why can’t there be more people like Jack in the world?

While dinner is uneventful, I look around the room and spot a little girl, no older than eleven years old. She was being lectured on the importance of sitting up straight. I remember when that was me being lectured about something as simple as that. Now it’s just about finding a husband that is respectful enough that my family approves of him.  

What I still don’t understand is why I can’t decide on whom I want to marry in my own time. I want to have fun while I’m young and I want to be free from everything. But I can’t as long as I am in this world having the life that I have.

I look up at everyone sitting at the table and smile, “I’m so sorry everyone but I must excuse myself for tonight, I have a lot of work to catch up on to keep my grades up at school,” I say as my parents nod with a smile and everyone else bids me a goodnight. I stand up and walk away from the table. Noticing that the time is 11:50, I smirk to myself. Just ten more minutes and I’ll know why Jack wanted to meet me.

I walk along the path back to the houses and get myself lost in thought. Upon reaching where I was staying, I see Jack sitting on the doorstep. He gets up and smiles at me widely, “Good evening, Miss,” he says as he bows and I giggle at him. He laughs along.

“Good evening, Jack. Can I ask how you knew that this is where I am staying?” I ask him in confusion. 

“Well, you see, I asked around and said that you were a friend of mine in distress, it took a lot of effort and time, but I finally got the information that you are staying in this house here,” he explains as he points at the house behind him.

“Why did you want to meet me, Jack? I’ve been curious all day and need some details,” I ask again in excitement to know what his plans are.

“Well first of all, you need to change before I tell you,” he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes at him.

I walk past him to unlock and open the door, I gesture for him to follow me, which he does, and I lead him up to my room. He decides to wait outside the door to give me some privacy to change.

“What will I need to dress according to?” I ask as I open my closet and start looking through the dresses.

“Do you have anything that doesn’t look expensive and maybe not acceptable for you to wear around your people?” He asks sheepishly.

I giggle again and go to the very back of the closet where there are dresses that I’ve bought without my parents knowing. I pull out a red velvet bodycon dress and a pair of black suede cage heels. I add a black velvet choker with a pearl on it and silver diamond earrings to the outfit as well as a cropped leather jacket. I let my, now curly, hair down and leave my makeup the same before walking out of my room and looking at Jack.

His eyes widen and his jaw drops, as he looks me up and down, “Wow! I didn’t know you were allowed to own anything like that!” He exclaims in shock as a blush appears on his cheeks.

“I bought this outfit, along with others, without my parents knowing. So, where are we going?” I ask while grinning in excitement.

“Well young lady, you’ve been shielded from real fun your whole life, so I thought I would take it upon myself to show you what a real party is like.”

[darlingpetao3]

Me + You = Three (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: After finding out you, the Reader, are pregnant, you’re beyond nervous to tell boyfriend Harrison. How will he react when he learns he’s going to be the father of your unborn child?

At first, you had thought the unannounced barf-fest at work had to do with last night’s dinner.

Oh, how you were sorely mistaken.

When you got back to your apartment, you took three different brands of pregnancy tests (because if dating one of the top scientists of the modern age had taught you anything, it was trial and error was key).

Each one came out positive.

You don’t even know where to begin! You thought about maybe having kids one day, but now seeing as that day was suddenly on the horizon, it was about time you started getting things in order. Like, telling your boyfriend for one thing.

And this was the real problem. Harrison has never mentioned anything about having kids in the future, and if it does come up in conversation, he glosses over it. That sneaky avoidance trick politicians and actors use when they’re asked a particular question they want to avoid. Which could only mean…

What if when you tell him the news, that you’re carrying his unborn child, he freaks out? What if he leaves you? How could you possibly deal with that outcome?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard on your phone. At first, they type out various phrases like:

Remember that amazing night we had a while back…?

DELETE.

Guess what I’m carrying (and it’s not in my hands!)?

DELETE.

Congrats on being a soon-to-be DILF.

DELETE. DELETE. DELETE.

No. Obviously you couldn’t just drop a bomb like this on him through a text! Especially something of this magnitude. It had to be face-to-face. It was the right thing to do, after all. So you settle with: What do you say to Chinese tonight? I’ll pick up and bring to yours?

A couple minutes later, though it felt like a decade, Harrison finally texts back:

Good thinking, as always. See you soon.

And so, after picking up both your favourites at Central City’s best Chinese place, you make your way to Harrison’s, mind reeling from being overworked with figuring out the right way to tell him. When you reach his front door, you give it a quick knock while opening it and an “I’m here!” to announce your presence. Harrison wheels over to greet you, while you bend down to plant a kiss on his lovely lips. Lips that got you into this current predicament, no doubt.

“Hi, honey,” he says, quickly checking you out, almost too fast to catch. “You’re looking extra beautiful today.” You give a little laugh.

“You’re just saying that because I brought the food.”

“It takes multiple accumulating components to create a whole,” Harrison teases. You set the food down on the dining table and the two of you dig in. You both describe your days, what silly things your coworkers did today, how you each couldn’t wait to see the other later. After each new subject that came up, the news of your pregnancy would be on the tip of your tongue, ready tell him.

But you could never follow through.

“Would you mind passing me a fortune cookie?” Harrison asks. You hand him one and leave the other for yourself.

“What does it say?”

Harrison straightens out the little strip of paper and reads, “'Life changing information is just around the corner.‘” Whoa, they must have a real psychic working on these ones. “Interesting. Maybe it has to do with our work down at the Lab. Let’s see what yours says.”

You crack the cookie open and read your fortune.

“'Be wary with your trust. Not everyone is what they seem.’ I bet it means Barb at the reception desk. I think she’s a scam artist. I’ve had my eye on her…”

“Here, let me pour you a drink to calm your suspicions,” Harrison says while preparing you a hit from his coveted alcohol collection.

“Oh, no, I’m fine, thanks.”

“That’s different,” he notices. “We normally have a drink or two after dinner.”

“Well, I’m trying something new,” you shrug. “Maybe I’ll lay off the alcohol for a while, you know, to get in better shape!” Harrison’s eyebrow arches, a sign he’s not buying it.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Okay. It seemed there would be no ‘perfect’ time to tell him. Might as well be now, right? “Hey, do you think you could help me with this equation? I want to see if my math is right.”

“Sure.” He sounds surprised, yet delighted you’ve come to him with a supposed math question. You pull out a pad of paper and pen from your bag. You scribble out a couple words and signs, then hand it to him. Harrison plays with his glasses while squinting, then becomes very still. Worryingly still. His eyes don’t leave your scrawl with the written equation: Me + You = Three.

Your heart races waiting for an answer, a reaction, anything.

“Listen,” you start, trying to remain calm. “I know we’ve never actually discussed children, but-”

“This changes everything,” Harrison says, almost like to himself. “This wasn’t in the plan…” You can’t help the tears starting to well up in your eyes. This is the end, isn’t it?

“…But what a miracle it is.”

A rush of relief courses through you and out with an exhale. “Really? You think so?”

“I’m positive.” Harrison’s smile is everything you needed. “Anything that results from us, more specifically from you, is undoubtedly a gift.” His hand hovers in front of your stomach. “Can I…?” You nod.

Harrison places his hand on you, and when he does, you can almost see his thoughts. Wondering what your futures will be like with this baby in it.

“Amazing.”

Time flies by, even if it didn’t necessarily feel that way. Carrying a baby was beyond hard work and felt like the days drained on and on.

Shortly after confessing the news, he asked you to move in with him. It was hard being on your feet all day, but luckily you had Harrison, who would dote on you without the need for a prompt. A lot, come to think of it. Maybe even excessive. When you scratch your neck ever so slightly? Harrison’s there, hands at the ready to give a massage, for fear you’re hurting. Thinking about going in for that chocolate cake in the fridge? Forget it – Harrison is lurking around the corner, readying himself to lecture you about caffeine intake with pregnancy. Or when you’re both out and about, he has to give everyone an ocular pat-down for any possible threat to your health or safety. Not to mention the nine million texts he sends throughout the day to see how you’re doing. And sure, it might be a little much, but you’re having his baby and it’s probably something to do with strong male instincts to be so protective over you.

Currently, you wander around the vast modern house you have been calling your home for six months now, with no aim. Even though it’s the weekend, Harrison is trying to figure out some problem at work with his team. Apparently, it’s crucial in finding out something important. You can never remember all the scientific things he tells you.

But the strange part is that you haven’t heard from him for the entire time that he’s been gone. Normally you would have had a bunch of texts from him already. Now it’s you worrying. You take out your phone and call his cell… Wait. His ringtone is coming from the bedroom. He must have forgotten it here. Well, you’ll just have to take it to him. You need out of the house anyway.

You take the scenic route to S.T.A.R. Labs to avoid the traffic and walk right on in, trying to remember which room it was the team of scientists worked in the most. Aha! You heard voices. Rounding the corner, you peek your head into the room, and sure enough, there he is. Harrison consults one of his colleagues, a shorter fellow, about some piece of tech that looked like a tricked-out pair of sunglasses.

“Harrison?” you call. All heads turn at the sound of your voice. You wave his phone in the air and fully enter the room. “You forgot this at home. Thought I’d drop by.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” he says quietly, rolling up to you.

“I know. I wanted to. You do so much for me, I wanted to return the favour.” The other three pairs of eyes can’t stop staring at you in shock. More precisely at your very round stomach.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” you address the situation. Harrison closes his eyes momentarily, then turns to face his team.

“(Y/N), this is Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry.”

“Hi,” you say. They all greet you a little awkwardly. Did Harrison not mention you to them?

“Hello,” Cisco says. “You’re very… pregnant.”

“Cisco,” the woman, Caitlin, chides.

“What? She is.”

“It’s nice to, um, finally meet you, (Y/N),” Barry says with a kind, yet slightly weirded-out smile. You catch them giving each other odd looks while Harrison isn’t looking.

“Harrison, can I talk to you for a second?” He wheels himself out into the hall, following you away from the room. “What was that all about?” you ask. “They were acting very strange. Almost like they’d never heard of me, ever?”

“I don’t share details about my personal life at work,” he puts simply.

“But it felt more than that, too! Like they know something I don’t.” A funny look crosses his face for a second, then it disappears.

“You know I love you more than I can say, right?” he asks. You nod.

“And I love you just as much.” There’s a pause. You can tell he’s thinking hard.

“If something were to happen, and I had to leave here-”

“You mean move away?”

“Uh, yeah, move away. Would you come with me?”

Why would he need to leave Central City? “Is it far away?”

“Some might say that.”

“Not that it matters because of course I would go with you. We have to be together.” You place a hand on your round stomach. “All of us.”

“It makes me incredibly happy to hear you say that.” Harrison sets his hand on top of yours and the moment he does, the baby kicks. His face lights up.

“Whoa, powerful kick!” you note. He smiles.

“Fast, too.”

~

Requested by @bartallenisbae : Hey I was wondering if you could write a eobard thawne x reader about the reader finding out she is pregnant and is scared to tell eobard but he is really happy and he gets over protective during the pregnancy

A/N: I hope it’s alright I went with EoWells specifically! This is what popped into my mind when I read the request :) The last bit of the story takes place around S01E20, when Team Flash figures out Wells is Thawne, hence the awkwardness between the Team. This also turned out way longer than I had initially thought it would be.

[joyce-ann-hakes]

Say My Name

//Smut// {also dramatic build up} word count: 2218

You're there, across from him. You can see that he wants you, as he bites his lip and slowly moves his hand up your thigh. He gets closer and closer, slipping his hand up your skirt.. your head rolls back and you wake up, sitting in bed.

"Shit, time for school again." you groan as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

For the past few days you've been going to school flustered from the crazy dreams you've been having and it's all because of him, your classmate crush. You haven't known him long but from the moment you met him, he's all you can think about. He ended up transferring to your school a month after classes started, and its been hell- for you at least. He always gives you these looks that just kind of shoots right through you and makes you ache all over.

"Hey, Y/N snap out of it." said your friend Sky

"don't tell me you're thinking of him again..." she said with a serious look on her face.

"SHHHH someone might here you... and no... I was just... thinking. Ya know?" you say hesitantly.

"I swear its the same thing every day. And besides almost everyone knows you like him, Y/N you should probably tell him or just give up" she said as she got up from her seat on the bus

"You and I both know I can't tell him, my body lights on fire just being around him. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me." you say as you make your way off the bus with a blush on your face.

"Well you never know unless you take the chance of telling him, who knows maybe he thinks you're sexy haha" sky shouts as she runs to her first period class.

"Shes crazy" you thought as you go to class

Your first period class was the easiest part of the day because your crush didn't have that class so it always went by quickly and you could stay focus unless you fell asleep. On your way to second period Sky ran up next to you.

"Hey so guess what." she said with a huge smile on her face

"Oh god, what is it this time.." you say

"We're going to a party tonight with Jungkook and Yugyeom." she said calmly as if she knew you would be ok with it.

"Really, do I have to go?" you questioned.

"Yes Y/N, you have to keep Yugyeom company while I make my move on Jungkook. for me pleeaaassee"  Sky said with puppy dog eyes. "And besides I heard a certain someone might be there."

"Fine, I'll go... only for you not him" you say blushing.

Sky and you both walk into class together and see everyone was standing on one side of the room.

"Ok class, everyone is getting new assigned seats since everyone constantly talks during lecture" your reading teacher Ms. Jets says

You start freaking out "shit shIT SHIT!!" you thought.. considering this was one of the classes you had with him '...

"Sky and Jungkook" Ms. Jet says as she starts to place people together.

Name after name and finally she calls you "Y/N and Ki-"

Wait what did she just say? Your mind starts spinning and you could feel your knees get weak. You walk over towards your seat, which was in the back of the class, he was eyeing you the whole time. When you sat down all you could think of was how good he smelled, you could feel your body heat increase and you suddenly felt flustered.

"Y/N are you ok?" he said with a slight grin on his face

Damn his voice was so fucking deep. "Uh, yeah I'm fine." you replied  

The whole time in class you felt as if you where being watched by him. He was so close that every time his skin slightly touched you it sent shivers down your spine. Half way throw lecture you look over to him and you couldn't help but stare for a moment, as he was licking his lips, he sees you staring and smirks. You look away with embarrassment. Suddenly the fire alarm goes off through the school. Ms. Jet leaves the class and everyone follows her but as soon as you went to walk through the door someone grabs a hold of you and slams you agents the wall shutting the door quickly.

"You know you get me flustered every time I see that pretty little face of yours." a deep voice said

You look up to see that it was him, your crush was standing right in-front of you but before you could say anything his lips crash onto yours, you didn't fight him because his lips tasted like heaven and they were the softest things you have ever felt. Before you realized it your fingers were tangled there his hair, you could feel his tongue begging for entrance against your top lip so you gave him what he wanted. One of his hands slipped up your shirt and squeezed your right boob so tightly but damn it felt good. The other hand was slowly making its way from your hip to the button of your pants, as he unbutton your pants all you could think was how you hope this wasn't a dream.. finally his hand slips in your pants and starts to play with your entrance.

At this point "Thank god this class doesn't have any cameras" was the only thing you could think of.

"Damn babe, your so fucking wet. You must have been thinking about me." he says playfully

He slips his fingers in and starts thrusting them back and forth. "Fuck you're so tight around my fingers" he hissed "I wonder how you would feel around my cock" he whispered in your ear.

The alarm stopped and so did he." I guess we'll just have to finish what we started another time baby doll he said faintly.

"What about tonight at the party?" you asked sweetly.

"Damn you might really want it haha. Ok come look for me tonight." he said

Through out the day he kept teasing you in the other classes you had with him. He would lick his lips while staring at you, he would brush up against you every time he walked by you, and he just did little things to get you more flustered then what you were. By the end of the day you were ready to burst.

"Here try this on, I think you'll look good in it." Sky said as you both were getting ready for the party. "We have to hurry because Yugyeom and Jungkook are on the way and you know it doesn't take long for them to get here" she said.

"Okay, I'm ready whenever you are." you say with a big smile on your face.

"Uh, ok." she said with a confused look "your quite happy, did something happen at school today?"

"What? No nothing really happened haha.." you replied

"Are you sure? Because i didn't see you outside when the fire alarm went off, oh and i didn't see your little crush either" she said

You blushed and as you were going to explain, the door bell rung. Thank god it was Jungkook and Yugyeom.

After arriving to the party Sky and Jungkook left you and Yugyeom alone, so you to talked for a while. The conversation was going good and then you two started talking about relationships.

"So are you seeing anyone?" you asked

"Yeah, I have been for a while. and we plan on getting married after high school" Yugyeom replied "She's actually on her way here. But what about you?" he asked

"Oh that's awesome, but uh I guess you could say I'm seeing someone in a way." you said.

After that Yugyeom met up with his girlfriend and they were gone so you decided to go look around. Going up the steps of the huge house you were in, you came to a hallway filled with doors. You wanted to find a quiet room to release some of the tension you had built up earlier in the day. Every room or bathroom you checked so far seemed to have been occupied and you almost gave up, until you came cross what seem to have been an empty room. You went in forgetting to close the door behind you. As you walked over to the edge of the bed you heard the door close,you spun around seeing that it was 'him'.

"I knew you'd find me, but you made me wait for such a long time so I'm not going easy on you" He said as he walked over towards you. He pushed you on the bed and crawled on top of you, while holding your hands above your head.

"I know that you want me, but don't worry babygirl I've wanted you to." He said as he reaches down to kiss your neck.

As he leave little kisses and bite all over your neck he begins to unbutton your shorts, after that he starts to trail down your body touching you everywhere and leaving kiss all over. He finally gets down to your shorts, basically ripping them off you He begins to eat you out

"Fuck, you taste so sweet baby." He hissed

you arched your back as he continued, and you tried to hold back from moaning. As you were restraining yourself he noticed. "Say my name" He said.

you shook your head no so he gripped your thigh and jolted you cross the bed

"I said say my name." He said an slight anger

"Ah... Ki- Kim Taehyung" you said loud and clear.

"That's right babygirl don't stop saying it." He said giving you a strong look. Then he started to work on you begin, slipping his tongue in and out of your folds, glossing them them his saliva. As he was working on your clit, he stuck to fingers in and started to trust harder then what he did in the classroom, curling them up and hitting your g-spot instantly. He kept doing it, trusting faster and faster, at one point you felt as if you were going to burst all over him but then he stopped.

"Oh you think its going to be that easy to get off?" he smirked "Get on your knees now."

You hesitated, but he jolted you off the bed and slung you on your knees. When you looked up you were surprised to see the huge bulge in his pants.

"You know what to do right babygirl, or does daddy need to teach you?" he said looking down at you.

You thought "Ok I can play along to his game." So you scudded up close to him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper with your mouth, setting his pants around his ankles. You start to gently stroke his cock through his boxers, while looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"I guess you weren't going to be as good as i thought." he stated

That's when you smirked at him and he was shocked. You pull out his member and took it all in at once leaving him breathless. Bobbing you head up and down you noticed Kim Taehyung rolled his head back and bite his lip in pleasure, but you wanted to hear him, so you decided to change things up, you bring your hands up to his hips and begin to slightly scratch him while curling your tongue up around his dick while you were moving back and forth.

"Ah, Fuck... baby... god damn." was all that he could spit out as he trust his hips and twitch in your mouth.

Before you could get him to cum, he moved, picking you up off the ground and standing you up. He stripped you of everything except the choker and stockings you had on.

"Your so fucking hot, and its all for me." he said as he crawled over you once again. "I wanna hear you scream my name for what I'm about to do to you." he said as he gripped your neck.

He was biting you you hard and gripping your hip with his other hand. You arched your back so high, and in that moment he slammed into you, stretching you nicely. You practically screamed loud enough for the whole party to hear, but nothing was stopping you or him. He was trusting in and out of you and you swore you never felt something so wonderful, and you didn't want this pleasure to stop. While he was moving back and forth his grip on your neck got tighter and tighter, you swore you were seeing colors. He sped up and you could feel him twitch inside of you.

"Cum for me baby." he said "And say my name."

Just a few more trust and you release all over him shouting his name. He release shortly after you. After that he gently placed a cover the to of you and began to cuddle you.

"You know this means your mine now... And I don't ever wanna hear you stop saying my name." he said as he pushed his face in your neck.

The End

[bxchanansbarnes]

For Bucky *** Part One

Summary: You knew you didn’t have much longer. You had a whole life ahead of you. But you would never get to experience it. He wanted you to live your life to the fullest. You would do that for him. You would do that For Bucky.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SENSITIVE SUBJECTS

Word Count: 3038

A/N: This is something that I wanted to do because of a friend who had recently lost a family member at a young age. If you are not comfortable with reading something of a sensitive and extremely touch feel, please do not read!! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

You were only ten years old when you were diagnosed with your condition. You remember being at school, playing tag with your friends when without a warning, you collapsed to the ground. You remember the sight of your friends running to you, shouting Your name or the name of your teacher as you lay on the gravel. You were shivering, your blood running cold as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

You remember seeing your best friend above you, calling your name. His blue eyes were glossed over in fear, worry, and hurt as he held your body to his. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), what’s wrong?” His voice was distant, seeming as if he was in another world while you were stuck in this one. You struggled to keep your eyes open.

“B-Bucky?” you cried, as you searched for his eyes. “(Y/N), it’s going to be okay. I promise.” Bucky took your hand in his, squeezing gently. The next thing you knew the voices around you and the others sound had become muffled. Your breath was stuck in their throat as you began to panic. You screamed, begging for help, for a release from the pain you felt yourself enveloped in. No sounds left you lips. Your vision had gone blurry, until nothing could be seen or heard.

There was a slight moment of peace, a moment where everything was calm. Until you woke up. Your surroundings were glowing in white. You were dead. You had to be. You tried to sit up to further see what was around you.

“(Y/N)! Oh sweetie!” Your mother cupped your cheeks, tears rolling down her cheeks as she hugged you. Your father did the same as they held you close. You felt dizzy as you looked around the room. You were in the hospital. Something was missing. Bucky. “W-where’s Bucky?” you asked, your voice brittle as your parents gestured for you to lay back down.

“He’s in the waiting room with Steve. I’ll go get them.” You mother smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she and your father exited the room.

A few minutes later, your two best friends came into the room. “Hey.” You smiled weakly. You felt the cords on your face rub against your cheeks. Bucky sat at the edge of the bed while Steve came around to the side where window was.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked with a smile. He was always so caring and sweet. “I’m tired. I just want to go home.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes for a moment. You felt a hand take hold your left one. Opening your eyes, you smiled as Bucky held your hand in his. “Stay awake.” Bucky glared and pointed a finger at you playfully.

You spent a few days in the hospital, doctors and nursing coming in and out, asking you questions, making sure you were alright. Bucky and Steve came every day after school, filing you in on what happened at school, bringing games to play snacks you all knew you shouldn’t be eating or drinking.

Then the day came. The doctors had pulled your parents out of the room. You could hear your mother’s cries and your father doing his best to calm her down. “She’s just a girl!” she repeated. The condition was terminal. There was no cure.

Now here you are seven years older than you were. You were healthy, strong, beautiful, smart, funny, daring, kind; simply, everything you hoped you would grow up to become. You hadn’t had any major attacks in over three years. Three years is a long time. Could it be gone?

You were sitting in your U.S. History class, taking notes as your teacher lectured you about World War II. You looked over to the dark-haired boy that was sitting in the row to your right, up one desk. His eyebrows were knitted in concentration as he took notes. Bucky loved U.S. History. You would walk out of class and he would immediately start to ramble, making sense of the events. You would laugh and roll your eyes as his eyes glowed with excitement.

You always loved how passionate he was about the topic, especially when it came to World War II. He could never get enough of it. As if he knew you were looking at him, Bucky turned and smiled at you. You held eye contact with each other until Steve, who was sitting behind Bucky, tossed a balled-up piece of paper at his head. Bucky glared at the blonde-haired boy before he shook his head, turning his attention back to the lecture.

The bell rang and you gathered up your notebooks and other supplies, shoving them into your bag. Steve was in a hurry to get to his art class, saying that he would see you two after school. You and Bucky walked out of the classroom. He slung an arm over your shoulder. “I just really love history. Have I ever told you that?” Bucky chuckled as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Hm… only about a thousand times.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

Bucky laughed as the two of you separated ways, him going to Gym while you walked into your English class. This is where your passion thrived. You could just sit down and write for hours, days even. You would get completely lost in your words. Whether it was a creative piece or a research paper, writing came naturally to you. It was as if you were in your own world.

You sat down at your desk next to your friend, Natasha. Your friend Wanda was sitting in front of you. As the bell rang, signaling the beginning of your seven period, you pulled out your notebook and iPad along with its keyboard. “Good afternoon, everyone. The day is almost over, but just stay focused for a little longer.” Your teacher smiled as went to computer. She quickly pulled up a PowerPoint.

She immediately started to introduce the topic of you next paper: a movie or book analysis. You smiled ad you start to jot down a few ideas of what you could center you piece on. Nat chuckled next to you. “What?” you asked as she and Wanda smirked. “Nothing. It’s just you’re always ahead of it. You know exactly what you want to right, where you want it to go, and how you’re going to get there. It’s cute.” You rolled your eyes whilst you laughed sarcastically.

After a few minutes into the lecture, you felt Nat tapping you on your leg. “What?” you whispered, doing your best not to get in trouble. Nat smirked, using her eyes to gesture towards the door, “Your boyfriend is looking at you.” You felt your cheeks heating up as your eyes met those baby blues one that belonged to your best friend. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You retorted with a scoff. You smiled at him, before he smiled back widely. His smile could make any girl swoon. His perfect teeth brightened the room as his eyes crinkled and hi nose scrunched up.

He was wearing a pair of black and white basketball shorts and a white tee rather than the pair of jeans and red Henley has he wore previously. His friend, Sam swung an arm around him with a smirk, saying something that made him shake his head. He flashed one last smile before they disappeared with the rest of his Gym class out of the building, most likely to the practice fields.

Wanda smiled, “He likes you.” “He’s my best friend!” you nearly shouted, quickly covering your mouth before you a few other students looked at you. “Come on, (Y/N). That makes it more certain. Think about it. You two know each other better than anyone else. Besides, I see how you look at him. Especially when you listen to his constant history rambling.” You smiled as you thought about the days and nights you would listen to his studying or facts that he had found on his own. “Yeah… he’ll never like me back. Even if I did like him.” Nat smiled, “He looks at you that same way. Like when you laugh or make a joke. Seriously, some of your jokes are lame as hell and just all around terrible Bucky always find humor in them. Even if he knows how bad they are he can’t help but smile at you.” You bit you lip to hid your smile. “He’s my best friend. He has to think I’m funny.” Wanda and Nat groaned.

The bell rang and the three of you packed your things into your bags before making your ways to your lockers. “I’ll see you two delusional weirdos tomorrow.” You chuckled, emphasizing ‘delusional’. Once you had parted ways with the other two girls, you stopped at your locker. You quickly span the locker until you had opened it. You sighed as you put in what you didn’t need and took out what you did.

You gasped as you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. “Guess who.” You heard the familiar voice laugh. “Ew! Bucky!” You wriggled way from the larger boy, “You’re so sweaty! That’s gross!”

Bucky pulled away, jaw hung as he feigned a look of hurt. “Aw come on, (Y/N). You know you love me.” He smirked, with a chuckle. You’re thought span back to your hushed conversation with Nat and Wanda in English. You rolled your eyes, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Barnes.”

“Uh, oh. She just used your last name. Someone’s in trouble.” Steve chuckled as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Ha. Ha.” Bucky smiled as he leaned up against the lockers, waiting for you to close it so the three of you could head home.

Once you closed your locker, you turned to the boys. “Ugh! Finally.” Bucky groaned sarcastically earning a gently slap to the chest from you. Steve shook his head, “Just kiss already.” You and Bucky both froze. He turned around, laughing as he took in the looks on both of your faces. Bucky shook his head before tugging on your hand to catch up with the blonde-haired boy that was almost out of the building.

The three of you had been walking for a while when you groaned. “What?” Bucky asked as you leaned against his shoulder. “I’m tired, and hungry. The usual.” Bucky smiled down at you as he stopped walking, and took his bag off. “Jump.” He said, bending down but until you were able to hop onto his back. His arms wrapped under your thighs. Steve grabbed his best friend’s bag.

“Steve can lift something heavier than a pound?” Bucky poked fun at the blonde. Steve laughed, “Jerk.” “Punk.” Bucky retorted. You smiled at your best friends as you buried your face into Bucky’s neck, closing your eyes. Steve looked you before looking back to Bucky with a knowing look. Bucky hadn’t realized that the corners of his lips had turned upward in a soft smile as he felt your warm breath against the skin of the back of his neck.

Before you realized it, the three of you had made it to your house. Steve took the key from your backpack, before calling out that you were home. No, they didn’t live with you, but there was never a time they weren’t here. If they weren’t here, then Nat and Wanda probably were. Sometimes Sam would come with the boys, or all six if you would be here. That was always a rare occasion. You prefer a small crowd, just a few people to talk to, study with, makes jokes and have a good laugh.

Steve set down his and Bucky’s bag at the door, before Bucky set you down on your feet. You slid your bag from your shoulders and placed it beside Steve and Bucky’s. The three of you walked into the kitchen. A pleasant aroma filled the air as you seen your mother cooking. You pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Steve snuck around and stole a roll from one of the bowl. “Steven!” your mother scolded him as she swatted his hand. The boys laughed as you and your mother rolled your eyes. “Boys.” You groaned sarcastically.

You heard the door open and you father walked in and let out a sigh. “Oh, no. Who are these people and why are the in my house?” Bucky and Steve chuckled, “Hi, Dad.” Your dad laughed, “Hello, kids I should’ve had.” You dropped your jaw, “Ouch.” Your father pressed a kiss to your hair. “Hey, Dad.” You giggled as he ruffled your hair. Bucky smiled as you smoothed it back down. “What?” you asked, a gentle smile playing at your lips. Bucky smiled before he shook his head.

The five of you sat together and ate dinner before the boys helped you and your parents clean up. What gentlemen, right? Once the table and kitchen were all cleaned up, you and the boys headed up to your room, to get some homework done then just enjoy each other’s company.

You plopped down on your bed and took out your notebook. You were able to get the History out of the way as well as math. All you were left with was to start an outline of how you wanted to analysis paper to layout.

Steve had passed out on the chair in the corner of your bedroom while he was drawing in his sketchbook. Bucky was laying down on the floor on the left side of your bed, an arm hung over his eyes to block the light. You slid your iPad away from you as you let your body fall forward until you were laying on your stomach.

“Hey, Buck?” you whispered just in case he was asleep and so you wouldn’t wake up the blonde to your right. “Yeah?” he replied, sitting up from his previous position. “Do you ever just think about how you can plan out your whole life but no matter how hard you try, it’s not going to go how you thought it would?” you sighed, turning so that you could see his steel blue eyes. You didn’t have to say much more for Bucky to know exactly what you were feeling right now.

He took your hand in his, “Tell me about.” Bucky flashed you a soft smile. “I want to graduate high school. Move on to go to college, meet new people. I want to write. Whether that be creative or composition, I don’t care. I just know I want to make a difference with what I write. Then I want to get married, it wouldn’t have to be anything extravagant but enough for me and whoever I marry. Then we’d have a couple of kids and grow old. I want to do something great with my life. However long it may be.” You smiled sadly, as you described.

You looked back to those eyes. His smile was sad as he squeezed your hand. His eyes were glossed over, “You will.” You shook you head, “Bucky… it’s okay. I have a disease. It’s a part of who I am. I wouldn’t change that for the world. It’s made me appreciate what I have. More who I have. I have my parents. Steve, Wanda, Sam, Nat. I have you. I have a great life.” Bucky smiled as he stared into your eyes.  

You weren’t sure if he leaned first or if you did, but you knew your heart pounding out of your chest. Bucky’s lips barely brushed against yours before a yawn filled the air. You and Bucky pulled away to see Steve stretching. Thanks, Steve.

Bucky scratched his neck awkwardly as he stood up, “I should probably get home.” Steve nodded, “Yeah. I’m exhausted.” You smiled, “You slept the evening away Stevie.” He rolled his eyes, “It made me more tired. Gosh, (Y/N). I can never meet your standards, huh.” You threw a pillow at him before he slung his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll see you two tomorrow. I’m tired.” You yawned before laying down.

Bucky flashed lopsided smile at you before he walked over to the side of you best ad pulled the covers over your smaller body. “Goodnight, Doll.” Bucky kissed your forehead before Steve tossed the pillow you had thrown at him on your head. “You’re going to regret that, Rogers!” you groaned, your voice muffled by the pillow. Steve and Bucky chuckled as Steve turned your light off and closed the door, leaving you to fall in a peaceful sleep.

You shot up from where you lay. Everything was hazy and spinning. You couldn’t manage to get a breath of air, not matter how hard you tried to breathe. You sucked in quick, short breaths, begging for a relief from the suffocation that had consumed you. Your body felt sweaty and the room was humid. Your parents rushed into your room. You father scooped you into his arms as your mother held her phone up to her ear. The world felt like it was moving so quickly yet slowly. It made you sick to your stomach.

You father carried you down the stairs and out to the car. The Brooklyn breeze had no effect on you. Normally you would stand under Bucky’s arm, greedy for warmth of him; but in the moment, it was as if it hadn’t existed. You laid in the back seat, you mother cradling your head in her lap as you panted for air.

When you got to the hospital, everything was a rush. The last thing you could clearly see was the blur of dark hair. His hands were in his hair as you mother pulled him into a hug. He was terrified, shocked. Bucky couldn’t believe this was happening again. Steve ran in a few moments later, struggling to keep up with the more athletic boy. He was equally as horrified. “I shouldn’t have left her. I should have stayed a little longer.” Bucky said softly as he watched you being taken away. Bucky slid down the wall that led to the emergency room, “Please be okay. Please.”

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[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Monday, 10 April 2017

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