#Monica Bartholomew

[mandy4ever69420]

people like to bring up how “mean” mickey was to Ian when he was a closeted abused teenager because they feel like then it gives Ian a pass for the times he hurt Mickey after. Not that I think that Ian should be burned at the stake for his actions either, I think people are too hard on both of them honestly, but that’s where I think the need to bring up all the things Mickey’s done wrong comes from. Among other things.

oh some of the time for sure. (1) and sometimes it's just someone like "btw don't forget your fave is NOT PERFECT" (2) & some people just feel the need to justify not.. liking him? which i mean. you can just not like someone. but what i saw that made me type that was straight up "fuck mickey for getting married that was so mean" which. Jesus

1 - this is like. a very flawed approach i think. because "it's ok that so and so bad thing was done because the other person also was hurtful" doesn't really negate either thing being painful.

neither thing was actually that bad a thing to do anyway, given that we're talking about people who are Actively having a breakdown. people under extreme pressure will act in ways they don't like it's just kind of what happens. mickey and ian both refused to hold these things against one another not because it was tit for tat but because they like.. loved each other and were willing to see each others perspective

2 - this one's just very silly i think. i've seen a lot of posts that are essentially callout posts for shameless characters & just list like all the bad things they've done in a very "remember not to idolize Bartholomew from episode 5 he's a BAD PERSON" type of way. the only things we should be holding shameless characters accountable for are CALLING THE COPS, being a LANDLORD, and WHATEVER FRANK, TERRY, and MONICA had going on. saying it like that sounds like the new world's worst polycule just dropped actually. i don't want to live in that world

[identity-library]

Diverse Sexuality (Comics)

A:

Archie (Comics)

Jughead Jones (Asexual)

B:

Blue Lock (Manga)

Ryusei Shidou (Gay)

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Marvel (Comics)

Aaron Fischer/Captain America (Gay)

Aikku Jokinen (Lesbian)

Alana Jobson/Jackpot (Lesbian)

Alani Ryan/Loa (Bisexual)

Albert Moon Jr./Silk (Gay)

Aldrif Oddinsdottir (Lesbian)

America Chavez (Lesbian)

Aneka (Lesbian)

Annabelle Riggs (Lesbian)

Aura Charles (Bisexual)

Avril Kincaid (Lesbian)

Ayo (Lesbian)

Beatrice Bartholomew/Cyclops-Lass (Unspecified WLW)

Benjamin Deeds/Morph (Gay)

Benjamin Thomas (Asexual, Demiromantic)

Brandon Sharpe/Striker (Gay)

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie (Bisexual)

Carl Valentino/Somnus (Gay)

Carmen Cruz/Gimmick (Lesbian)

Cessily Kincaid/Mercury (Bisexual)

Charlie Cluster (Bisexual)

Charlotte Webber/Sun-Spider (Pansexual)

Christian Frost/White Bishop (Gay)

Christopher O'Leary (Bisexual)

Claire Voyant (Bisexual)

Cloud (Queer)

Cooper Coen/Web-Weaver (Gay)

Cullen Bloodstone (Gay)

Daimon Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Daken Akihiro (Bisexual)

David Alleyne (Bisexual)

Dennis Dunphy (Gay)

Doop (Bisexual)

Elizabeth Braddock/Captain Britain (Bisexual)

Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead (Lesbian)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Bisexual)

Gabe/Bad Guy (Gay)

Gabrielle Diwa (Lesbian)

Gaveedra Seven/Shatterstar (Bisexual)

Gwendolyn Poole/Gwenpool (Aromantic, Asexual)

Heather Douglas/Moondragon (Lesbian)

Heather Tucker/Tempo (Lesbian)

Hector Baez (Gay)

Hector Pullman (Gay)

Heidi Sladkin/Riot (Lesbian)

Hercules (Gay)

Hercules Panhellenios (Bisexual)

Hiroim (Gay)

Ian Soo/Telekinian (Bisexual)

Irene Adler/Destiny (Bisexual)

Isaac Ikeda/Protector (Gay)

Jacob Oh (Gay)

James Howlett (Gay)

Jamie Rogers (Asexual)

Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar (Gay)

Jennifer Kale (Bisexual)

Jin Joon-Sung/Kid Juggernaut (Gay)

Judah Miller (Gay)

Julie Power/Lightspeed (Bisexual)

Julio Richter (Gay)

Karolina Dean (Lesbian)

Katherine "Kitty" Pryde (Bisexual)

Kolgoth Antares (Gay)

Korg (Gay)

Kyle Jinadu (Gay)

Loki Laufeyson (Bisexual)

Marcus Roston (Gay)

Max Modell (Gay)

Megan Gwynn (Unspecified WLW)

Megan Ogawa/Kappa (Bisexual)

Monica Sellers (Queer)

Morgan Red (Asexual)

Mors (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Nadia Van Dyne (Asexual, Quoiromantic)

Nathaniel Carver/Hindsight (Gay)

Nico Minoru (Bisexual)

Noh-Varr/Captain Marvel (Bisexual)

Odessa Drake (Lesbian)

Peter Quill/Star-Lord (Bisexual + Polyamorous)

Phyla-Vell/Captain Marvel (Lesbian)

Priscilla "Shay" Smith (Lesbian)

Raven Darkhölme/Mystique (Bisexual)

Raz Malhotra/Giant-Man (Gay)

Rebecca "Rikki" Barnes (Bisexual)

Ren Kimura (Lesbian)

Renata Da Lima/Bouncer (Lesbian)

Robert "Bobby" Drake/Iceman (Gay)

Romeo (Gay)

Roxanne Washington (Lesbian)

Rūna/Valkyrie (Lesbian)

Satana Hellstrom (Bisexual)

Sera/The Hunter Queen (Lesbian)

Simon Lasker/Pyro (Gay)

Sinclair Abbott/Spymaster (Bisexual)

Steck'ee (Pansexual)

Tamara Blake/Iron Cat (Lesbian)

Theodore "Teddy" Kaplan-Altman/Hulkling (Gay)

Thomas "Tommy" Shepherd/Speed (Bisexual)

Toni Ho/Iron Patriot (Lesbian)

Val Ventura/Flatman (Gay)

Victor Borkowski/Anole (Gay)

Victoria Hand (Lesbian)

Vivian Vision (Lesbian)

Vnn (Gay)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Pansexual)

William "Billy" Kaplan-Altman/Wiccan (Gay)

Xavin (Pansexual)

Xuân Cao Mạnh/Karma (Lesbian)

Yelena Belova/Black Widow (Asexual, Aromantic)

Ying Liu (Lesbian)

Yukio/Wild One (Bisexual)

Zoe Zimmer/Ms. Marvel (Lesbian)

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Nanbaka (Manga)

Jyugo (Bisexual)

Nimona (Graphic Novel)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Gay)

Ballister Boldheart (Gay)

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Our Dreams at Dusk (Manga)

Anonymous (Aromantic, Asexual)

Ilya Tchaiko (Gay)

Kaname Tasuku (Gay)

Saki (Lesbian)

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Stars at Noon (2022) Claire Denis

December 27th 2022

[wannabecatwriter]

After their visit to the cemetery, Matthew and Terra insisted on Monica coming home with them. Matthew, because he believed he and his mother had quite a bit to discuss right now and Terra, because she wasn’t sure she wanted Monica to stay by herself after an emotional moment like the one she had just gone through.

On the one hand, she thought the mother and son had a right to know the full story of what happened to Mitchell. But on the other hand, Terra couldn’t shake off the opinion that hashing it all out this many years later was kind of selfish on Mitchell’s part. Monica had over 20 years to deal with whatever feelings she had for him and Terra was afraid that this meeting might’ve reopened old wounds or even made new ones.

Of course, if that was the case, the woman wasn’t showing it. If anything, she seemed cheerful.

“What is the deal with all these Bigfoot hunters looking and behaving like they’ve been destroying their brain with a fancy mix of drugs for the entirety of their life? I’m just saying, maybe if they had gone looking for him sober, they’d actually find him,�� she commented on the show that Terra put on for some background noise.

“If they were sober, would they really be looking for Bigfoot?” Terra joked.

“Nope,” Matthew decided. “But then, we wouldn’t have shows like these.”

“Bold of you all to assume there is no Bigfoot equivalent of potheads,” Bartholomew snickered. “Who do you think gets spotted by these types?”

[lavalierre]

Tagged by @elphabaoftheopera! I liked this one, thanks for tagging me. I have ten shelves so choosing one from each. Ranking for lowest to highest:

10: The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare: “Between the record of his baptism in Stratford on 26 April 1564 and the record of his burial in Stratford on 25 April 1616, some forty documents name Shakespeare, and many others name his parents, his children, and his grandchildren.”

I’m not a big Shakespeare fan and this doesn’t really pull me into to read this play.

9: Salomé by Oscar Wilde: “‘Salomé’ has made the author’s name a household word wherever the English language is not spoken.”

Similar to Shakespeare, this doesn’t pull me in; such is the danger of a foreword.

8: Inkspell by Cornelia Funke: “Twilight was gathering.”

Appreciate a setting but comes across a little cliche as the only sentence to judge by.

7: Marginal Lyrics of Love and Praise by Sister Monica Lammers: “I am not a poet— / Don’t think I don’t know it!”

This one is by my great great aunt. Kind of made me laugh (affectionately) to open on this note

6: The History of Ornithology by Valérie Chansigaud: “In the animal world, birds are among the easiest organisms to observe: their size, colour and song all conspire to attract our attention.”

While still in foreword territory, this one is more effective to me. Birds absolutely do garner my attention, that’s why I got this book!

5: The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling: “When we journey deep ‘into the woods’ in myths, fairy tales, or modern fantasy fiction, we travel to a place of magic, danger, and personal transformation.”

Another foreword, but a stronger one again, because I want to hear more about this transformation theory the editor is presenting.

4: Echo by Pam Muñoz Ryan: “Fifty years before the war to end all wars, a boy played hide-and-seek with his friends in a pear orchard bordered by a dark forest.”

This book had no Library of Congress page or foreword/acknowledgments at the front; immediately jumped into the story with a strong setting, and I appreciate that.

3: Heartstopper: Volume 3 by Alice Oseman: “Sunday May 23rd: So… I came out as bisexual to my mum.”

This line makes me want to keep reading; how did coming out go?? (Already read this one so I know how it went but still a good hook!)

2: From the Corner of His Eye by Dean Koontz: “Bartholomew Lampion was blinded at the age of three, when surgeons reluctantly removed his eyes to save him from fast-spreading cancer, but although eyeless, Barty regained his sight when he was thirteen.”

Hooks me in - how does an eyeless blind boy regain his sight? Science? Magic? Tell me, Koontz!

1: The AIDS Quilt: Stories from the NAMES Project by Cindy Ruskin: “My grandparents, well into their eighties, grow melancholy remembering lifelong friends who have died.”

This one hooks me in a lot, which the title alone already did. Definitely have had those heavy convos with my elders about the loss of friends and family, and I want to see where the author will take this.

I tag @gaysolavellan @ashestoashesjc @h0ckeyslut @notyourhousewife (if you want to - other mutuals please participate you want!)

[miidnightglosss]

Boston Tea Party - Part 3 (Matt Connerly: Chapter 1)

Matt Connery - Chapter 1

Matt aggressively threw himself into a chair, scattering multiple bags on M&Ms, nails, and old Pokemon cards. "I'm gonna need chicken blood, salt, five candles, and a bottle of vodka," he said.

Johanna peered over his shoulder, bottles of soda in one hand while she settled her sunglasses on her head with the other. "Vodka? For the ritual?"

Matt sighed dramatically. "No, that's just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe."

"We're just setting up for a party," Sebastian reminded, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the M&Ms from Matt and poured them into a bowl on the nearby snack table.

"Dude, what the fawk," Johanna scoffs with a sort of frat boy-valley accent, lightly punching Sebastian a couple of times in the back.

"We have to get ready, don't we? The party starts at two and it’s already--" Sebastian pulled out his phone and checked the time-- "1:48."

"Shit, he's right. What's all that stuff for anyway?"

"Well," Matt started, "before your boyfriend so RUDELY took my things without ASKING, the M&Ms were for shooting up our noses, the Pokemon cards were for Kiss and Blow, and the nails were just for cinematic effect."

"First of all, I'm pretty sure someone will snort something regardless," Johanna started. "Second of all, those are my Pokemon cards. Gimme back my fucking Flareon. We'll use something else for Kiss and Blow. Third of all, nails are a delicacy that shouldn't be wasted for trivial recreational purposes. Fourth of all, we're not dating."

Yeah, fucking right, Matt thought to himself. It was totally obvious they had a thing for each other. Johanna called it "brotherly love", Matt called it "sexual tension". "Okay, maybe not yet, but eventually."

"Nah, she's engaged to Bartholomew," Sebastian teased. Johanna punched him in the arm, more harshly this time. Laughing obnoxiously, Sebastian ran around the house while Johanna chased him close behind, pillow in hand, smacking him when she was close enough.

Matt rolled his eyes just as Bart, Ciel, and Lizzie walked through the door, all with different snacks in hand. Lizzie's wearing her usual pigtails down, a much more mature look from what everyone is used to.

"Hey, guys," Matt greeted. "We're still setting up snacks and stuff, but feel free to get comfortable."

"Awesome," Bart replied, setting his Mountain Dew: Code Red down on the table. "Where's Johanna?"

Matt shrugged. "I don't know. Currently somewhere with Sebastian and a pillow." Right after that sentence dropped from his mouth, Bart power-walked through the house in search of the girl. "I probably could've worded that better."

"I'm not even going to ask," Ciel sighs.

Elizabeth went up to Matt and enveloped him in a hug. "You look so cute today! Normally dark colors aren't my thing, but they suit you perfectly! Although might I suggest..." The blonde reached into a pocket on her overalls and pulled out a cat ring, placing it in Matt's hand. Matt observed its white body as he pushed it down on his left middle finger, its rainbow eyes reflecting the light.

"I bought one for Johanna, too," Lizzie continued, hardly able to keep her excitement. "I know how you two always go to pride every year together and once I saw how cute it was, I couldn't resist."

"Believe me, she couldn't," Ciel huffed, dropping down on the couch.

Normally, Matt cringes at how enthusiastic and cute Lizzie is all the time. However, this time was an exception. "Thanks, Lizzie." Reluctantly, he returned the hug. It's only a few seconds before Ciel mumbled a "too long" under his breath, the three of them laughing as Grell, William, Ronald, and the others walk in.

Within minutes, everyone had a drink in hand and is settling into the party. Matt felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Sebastian. "Oh, hey, man. What's Joey doing?"

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. "She and Bart are arguing over something. Nothing serious, I don't think."

"Oh." That's weird. Those two hardly ever fight, Matt thought.

"Yeah..." Sebastian trailed off. "Anyways, you said your dad was supposed to be performing? That would certainly kick the party off to a good start."

"Oh, shit, yeah, you're right." Matt handed his solo cup of blue Mountain Dew to Sebastian. "Hold this for me."

Hearing Sebastian mutter a "what the fuck", Matt made his way outside to the garage his father had converted into a studio. He named it Santa Monica Discharge, whatever the fuck that means. He still has no idea where the fuck that idea came from but his dad practically took LSD every day of his 20s.

Without knocking, Matt quietly opened the door to the studio to see his father listen intently as another masculine figure, probably a couple of years older than him, played a few notes from an Elvis Presley song on a keyboard.

"Oh, hey, bud," August greeted with a smile as he stood up. The other figure turned around as well, still holding the last note he left on.

So, he's got brown eyes, floofy hair, pretty fucking sick tattoos, he's actually pretty skinny but has buffed out arms, and is an overall bean, Matt thought to himself. It wasn't that bad of a description. The brunet was about as tall as August, his hair falling ever so slightly in front of his warm ivory face. His brown eyes met Matt's gunmetal blue before he had to break from whatever trance this stranger has put on him.

Matt shook his head, returning his attention to August. "We were, uh, getting ready for you to perform, whenever you ready." He nodded towards the other male in the room. "Who's this?"

August patted the stranger's back. "This is Christian. I'm pretty sure he goes to your school."

"I'm a senior," Christian chimed in.

"Yep. He came to me seeking musical guidance so I decided to help him out a bit," August explained. "I didn't mean for it to cut into your party, though. I didn't forget or anything."

"Yeah, I should probably get going," Christian agreed, grabbing his bag resting on the floor. "I've got a little project I'm working on anyways."

"H E Y, why not come veg with us cool kids for a bit," Matt offered shakily, immediately mentally kicking himself for acting so stupid.

"Aren't you guys just a bunch of freshmen?"

Matt felt a pit fall into his stomach. "Well, I mean--"

"Nah, I'm kidding. I'm playing with August today, actually."

"Oh, cool," Matt chuckled to himself. Wait, weren't you just about to leave? That don't make no sense. "See you in a couple of minutes then. With that, he turned and left the studio.

The entire way back to the house (a quick 35-second trip, at most), Matt couldn't help but yell at himself for acting like such an anxiety-ridden freak. A gorgeous man WHO GOES TO YOUR SCHOOL walks into your house and what do you do? You go 'oH, hEy, SoRrY, dO yOu CoMe HeRE oFtEn? Really? CUZ I LIVE HERE AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH--

Bart came storming out of the front door, holding his nose, wincing quietly.

Matt began to ask, "Dude--"

"Don't fucking talk to me," Bart yelled, making his way towards the sidewalk, pulling out his phone a tapping a bit.

Slowly, Matt walked inside, hoping someone would have an explanation for what just happened. Alas, everyone was just as stunned as he was.

Someone get a moving van because these last 5 minutes have been a lot to unpack.

[zuzajs14]

Some of my oryginał universe content...

The wariors of my book 😘

Emperor Bartholomew and his viceroy lady Monica 💕

[wesdawsn]

→ general information

full name: wesley xander dawson

nickname(s): wes

age: twenty-seven

date of birth: november 3, 1991

nationality: american

occupation: band member of Reckless, drummer

religion: undetermined

sexuality: heterosexual

hometown: rochester, new york

current residence: santa monica, california

financial status: upper class

educational level: high school graduate

→ relationships

father: peter dawson

mother: caroline dawson

siblings: none 

relationship status: single

when/who was your first kiss: age thirteen, mallory peralta

are you a virgin: no

have you ever had a same sex experience: no

do you ever want to get married/have children: yes, someday 

what do you look for in a potential significant other: someone that’s compassionate, kind, and open to adventure/seeing the world

→ personality

positive traits: selfless, reliable, creative, understanding

negative traits: passive, withdrawn, impulsive

biggest fear: being alone

what’s more important- sex or intimacy: intimacy 

do you believe in true love: yes, if it’s out there for everyone

have you ever been in love: yes

are you a leader or follower: leader

do you care what others think of you: not at all

how do you deal with stress: surfing, taking time off alone and traveling 

are you spontaneous or do you always need a plan: mostly spontaneous 

→ misc

If your character could change one physical detail about themself, what would it be?  nothing but at 5′10, probably being taller would be alright

What is your character’s favorite physical activity? surfing and playing baseball

What is your character’s least favorite physical activity? anything that involves doing lunges at the gym

Your character comes face-to-face with her worst enemy. What is their first reaction? walk past them as if they weren’t there at all

What is your character’s favorite weather? sunny with a cool breeze, perfect california weather

What is your character’s favorite season? summer, and fall is a close second

What is your character’s least favorite season? spring only because it’s when allergies tend to flare up

Your character keeps a photo album of memories from his lifetime. If she could only keep one photo, what would it depict? the picture of him and his mom from when he was seven outside their new santa monica home after moving from torrance. wes sitting on his bike with his helmet on and his mother next kneeling next to him with a smile on her face, picture ready

Does your character keep any pets? two guppies, one named spike and the other bartholomew

What is your character’s fondest childhood memory? his first trip to his favorite place in california, the getty villa. his mother loved art and took him to show her the pieces on display at the villa and it became a trip they took once every other month

Someone asks your character to describe his family. How do they answer? "my mom was the only person i considered family for a long time before the band came along. despite having some contact with my dad he still isn’t someone i would consider as being family. at one point sutton was also family — she still is, just a little more distant now.”

Is your character a morning person, a night owl, or something else entirely? he is a morning person

What is your character’s least favorite color? he doesn’t necessarily have one but if he had to choose, olive

A stranger makes a crude comment to your character. How do they react? depending on the severity of the comment but likely wouldn’t give it much attention and shrug it off.

What mythological figure best personifies your character? achilles 

[stupidfanfics]

Til’ Death Do Us Part; A Barry Allen Fan Fiction

Chapter 1: Pinch Me

Summary: In the first chapter Monica Bell moves to Central City and (despite being the new girl) quickly becomes friends with Barry Allen.

Word Count: 2097

Warnings: None

(A/N): Yay! It’s finally here the first chapter of my series. Thank you to darlingpetao3 for editing my story. Just as an FYI I’m new to this so if you have any advice please let me know. Also, I’d really appreciate it if you shared this with your friends. Also for anyone new to fanfiction (trust me we’ve all been there) here’s a little key for you: y/n is your name, y/f/n is your full name, y/e/c is your eye color, and y/h/c is your hair color. Ok, I think I’m done rambling. Enjoy!

Love has always been one of those things that has consumed all of my attention and energy. For as long as I can remember I’ve always ‘liked’ someone. Ranging from that stupid crush I had in the third grade to the boy I’ve liked for so long now. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him. I mean how could you not love him? He is adorable, hilarious, super smart, and not to mention 6’1, with hypnotizing green orbs for eyes.

Barry Allen.

The name that has made my heart either flutter or skip a beat every time I hear it, since the tenth grade. You see, my life was very different before I met Barry. For the first eleven years of my life, my mother and I lived in National City. My mom worked as a journalist for Cat-Co while somehow still managing to raise me as a single parent. My life was great in National City; my classmates loved me, my teachers loved me, and during summer, I spent my days on the pier and my nights sitting by a bonfire making s’mores and staying up past midnight with my good friends; nothing was stopping me from living a perfect life. That was until, as my mom puts it, “Duty Called,” and she just had to follow.

So that June, us two packed all of our stuff up and moved to Central City so that my mom could start her job at CCPN. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was on the brink of tears the whole trip there. Although I had the whole summer to settle into my new city and meet new friends, most of my first summer there was spent reading biology books I had checked out from the library.

The first day of school came sooner than I had expected, which caused me to only get about three hours of sleep the night before. Earlier that night, I had settled on wearing a plain blue top and jeans. I didn’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. Meeting new people has never been my thing.

Central City Junior High was only a ten-minute walk from my new house, but my mom, being the person that she is, insisted on driving me there on my first day. I don’t really remember the five-minute car ride there, mainly because I was lost in my own thoughts 99% of the time. The other 1% was spent twiddling my fingers or bobbing my knee up and down at lightning speed.

Once my mom finally pulled up to my new school, I quickly pecked her cheek goodbye and started my long journey to first period. It was weird being an “Outsider.” I finally experienced what it was like to be ignored, or bumped int-

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath as all of my new journals fell to the floor (along with an unhealthy amount of colorful gel pens). All I could hear was the evil snickering of a few students behind me as I dropped to the floor with teary eyes to pick up the mess that was just made. I swiftly grabbed a handful of pens before a set of hands appeared on one of the journals. I followed the new set of hands with my blue eyes, up their arms to the face that owned them. Suddenly they were met with two green eyes staring right back into mine.

“Don’t worry about them, they always pick on their prey. I mean not that you’re at a lower rank than them, but you were alone and-” His rambling was instantly cut off by a voice above the two of you.

“Come on Barry, if I’m late to first period Dad’s gonna kill me.”

As soon as all of my things were back in a neat pile the stranger in front of me stood up and apologized to the voice that just spoke. I slowly began to stand back upright when the two of them started strolling down the halls.

“I-I’m sorry for what happened to you... whatever your name is. Wait, I don’t know your name. What’s your-” I couldn’t help but smile at his rambling.

“Barry Allen, I swear, if you don’t start picking up your feet I will drag you through these hallways for the rest of your life if I have to.” And with that, the two strangers, the green-eyed boy, and dark-skinned girl were out of sight.  

As I walked into my first-period class you kept I head down low, avoiding any attention. I hastily took the last seat available (a seat in the dreaded front row) and gently placed my backpack on the back of my chair. Chatter could be heard throughout the classroom until- BIIIING- the bell went off and everyone suddenly fell silent.

“Hello class, I’m Ms. Martin and I will be your science teacher this year. Now before I start my class, I’ll be taking attendance, so please just say ‘HERE’ loud and clear when I call your name.” Ms. Martin went through about eight names, and I zoned out until a name caught my attention.

“Bartholomew Allen.” A hand shot up at the desk to my right.

“Here ma’am, and I go by Barry- Barry Allen.” I heard a few giggles in the back of the classroom as Barry slowly put his hand down.

“Well, okay then, Mr. Barry Allen.” The teacher checked off yet another name on her list. “Next would be, Monica Lucille Bell.”

It felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room. My lungs began to burn and my heart was running 100 miles a minute. Slowly, I raised my hand only reaching the point where the tip of my middle finger reached the top of my blonde dressed head. Unfortunately, even though I was in the front row where the teacher could easily see me, she still stared me down until I meekly uddered out a ‘Here’. Suddenly all of the tension in my body was released and I was finally able to breathe again.

That was until I felt a finger gently poke my shoulder.

I turned my head towards the source of the finger. The stranger held out his hand until I nervously took his hand into mine and shook it, looking into his face.

“H-hi I’m Barry-” he whispered.

“You do know she just said your name like fifteen seconds ago, right Barry?” I questioned, rolling my blue eyes.

“Well, I just wanted to ‘formally’ introduce myself, Monica.”

And that’s how it all began. Little did I know that day was the start of my long adventure with Barry Allen.

After that day, Barry and I slowly grew closer and closer together. About a month into the school year the two of us were inseparable. Barry and I would spend as much time as possible together. Whenever the two of us were around it was impossible not to hear laughter.

Of course, Iris and I were also good friends. After awhile Barry had told me about his mother’s death and how after his dad went to prison he had to move in with Iris and her dad, Detective Joe West. The Wests always welcomed me with open arms, and soon my mom and I began celebrating birthdays, Christmas, and Thanksgiving with them. One of my favorite memories with Barry is actually the first Christmas the two of us spent together...

Central City was colder than usual that year, and the weather forecasters were predicting a 75% chance of snow on Christmas Day. My mom and I decided to stay the night at the West's’ house, seeing that it would be too cold to walk home and there was bound to be a dangerous amount of ice on the roads that night. All five of us had decided to spend our night by watching a few Christmas movies while drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies. I’ve never been too keen on nostalgic or cliche traditions, except for this one. That night was full of laughter, smiles, and hundreds of happy memories.

One being the frosting incident.

After dinner, that night, Iris, Barry, and I crowded into the small kitchen to decorate gingerbread cookies. The house was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar, and Christmas music from the local radio station played faintly in the background.

“Well, I’m pretty sure my cookies are going to be the best,” boasted Barry, standing in front of his work of art with his hands on his hips in triumph.

“And how do you know that, Barry?” Iris challenged him, carefully piping a snowflake made of white icing onto a golden brown cookie.

“I’ve got mad frosting skills, Iris, that’s why.”

I just stood there, listening to their conversation as I covered my cookie in little white dots of sugary frosting. Until I came up with a mischievous idea. Interrupting the debate going on between Barry and Iris, I gently tapped Iris on the shoulder and quietly whispered something inaudible about Barry in her ear. A smile slowly crept onto her face as she nodded her head.

“What are you talking about, Monica? Anything important?” Barry interrogated me, taking two steps closer.

“Oh nothing,” I said with a bag of frosting in my hand.

“Just that… I’ve got mad frosting skills too...” I screamed as I began to squeeze icing all over Barry’s face. Behind me, Iris was dying of laughter before Barry’s facial expressions went from shock to pure rage.

“Oh Monica,” he breathed, taking a step forward with his hands behind his back. “Two can play this game.”

Instantaneously, he took a bag of frosting into his hands, haphazardly squeezing all of its contents like a water gun, hitting both me and Iris. The laughter and screaming coming from the three of us was so loud we didn’t hear the footsteps hurriedly walking towards the kitchen.

“Guys… What’s going on in-?” A huge glob of frosting was flung into Joe’s face and once all of us realized what had just happened, the whole house fell quiet.

“J-Joe...I-I can explain,” stammered Barry. Joe wiped the frosting off his face and onto the now filthy floor.

“There’s no need to explain Barry. Just make sure all of this is cleaned up in thirty minutes.” As Joe began to turn around, I couldn't help but point it out.

“Oh…um… Mr. West?” Joe stared into my face.

“Yes, Monica?”

I pointed to his face “Y-you…. you’ve got a little frosting in your eyebrow.” Barry started to giggle as Joe slowly turned away, wiping the frosting from his eyebrow with his index finger.

The next morning I was woken up by someone shaking me back and forth

“Mon…Monica.”

I slowly rolled over and swatted Barry’s arm away.

“What do you want, Bartholomew?” I asked, followed by a long yawn.

“First of all, you know I go by Barry. Second of all, you’ve got to go outside!” he exclaimed, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me off of the sofa. I was half asleep, so I allowed him to continue dragging me to the front door until a cold blast of air sent shivers down my spine. I finally opened my eyes the rest of the way to find an enchanting white blanket of snow covering the neighborhood.

Briskly, Barry let go of my arm and awkwardly ran over to the snow. His face was beaming with joy and I couldn’t help but join him in his sappy bliss. Instantly I ran over to him and both of us dropped to the floor, moving our arms and legs, attempting to make snow angels. For a while, the two of us just stayed there giggling and staring at the cloudy sky above.

“Monica?” I flopped my head to the side to meet Barry’s green eyes.

“Yes, Barry?” I answered.

“Will you please pinch me-?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on Barry, you of all people should know that doesn’t-”

“Monica, just shut up and pinch me!” he yelled. Quickly, I sat up and took his plump little cheeks in between my thumbs and index fingers, pinching them as hard as I possibly could. Barry squealed and I fell back down into my original position as my body shook with laughter.

“Merry Christmas, Monica…” he whispered.

“Merry Christmas, Barry,” I said with a huge smile on my face.

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Donica: we need a name for our baby what do you think. Based on your commander cold one-shot.

(Oh god, this is an old one)

“We need a name for our baby, what do you think?”

“Mostly that we have another five months to worry about that,” Monica shrugged.

“My parents didn’t narrow it down until Mom went into labor and was too tired to tell Dad then that he could not pick names that sounded way too alike,” Don replied.

“Well, what are your thoughts?” Monica asked, settling back against the couch cushions.

“Depending on if it’s a girl or a boy, then our parents’ names?” her husband suggested.

“Then…Leonard Bartholomew or Iris Sara?”

[librarycompany]

Library Company research fellow Monica Anke Hahn has been transcribing 1762 marginalia by Peter Collinson found in our copy of Maitland's History of London (1739): 

"Those two nurserys of Vice & Lewdness, Bartholomew Fair kept in Smithfields, Southward Fair kept in the Borough, these had for ages continued to be held for Two Weeks Each, down to my Memory ... but growing so notorious for all manner of Wickedness it was often with concern such scenes of Debauchery & Immorality was propagated to the Ruining and undoing the youth of this Great Metropolis."

Over his years of ownership of History of London, Collinson tipped in numerous additional plates, plans, notes, documents, and clippings, with the last note dated just two years before his death.

Collinson played an enormous role in the life and career of Benjamin Franklin. Not only did Collinson “discover” Franklin, send him scientific equipment for experiments in electricity, and introduce him to members of the Royal Society for the first time, he also served as the first book purchasing agent for the Library Company of Philadelphia, Franklin’s historic experiment in democratizing knowledge. 

You can see a portion of Collinson’s copy of the History of London here.

#LCPFellowFriday 

Maitland, William, 1693?-1757. The History of London.  London [England]: Printed by Samuel Richardson [1739] viii, [8], 800, [14] p., [25] leaves of plates (4 folded) :  ill., maps, coats of arms ;  43 cm (folio)

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► Elizabeth Johnson

Born in 1904, Elizabeth Johnson is a 112-year-old creature as glamorous as she is deadly, who sustains herself with a healthy diet of sex and blood. She kills with her very fashionable, and very sharp, chain mail glove. "[2] She has owned and resided at the hotel for decades.

In 1925, while trying to become a famous actress, she met Rudolph Valentino and his wife Natacha Rambova, with whom she began a secret polyamorous relationship. Engaged in the romance of a lifetime, Elizabeth fell deeply in love with them, and was able to explore her bisexuality at a time in which it was considered unacceptable. Tragically, while attending the eve of the Hotel Cortez's grand opening, Elizabeth bared witness to the report that Rudolph had died, with Natacha having disappeared during his funeral. Devastated, Elizabeth almost threw herself out of a hallway window, but was saved by James Patrick March, who became instantly smitten with her. Shortly after, Elizabeth and James were married, but the marriage was not one of love, as Elizabeth only married him as a means of acquiring wealth since she could no longer be with Rudolph.

Concurrently, she visited Rudolph's tomb daily for months, leaving behind a single red rose in front of his epitaph as the mysterious "Woman in Black" of tabloid news. While continuing this routine, she was one day again met by Natacha, who revealed that Rudolph was still alive. After explaining that he had faked his death as a result of acquiring vampirism, which allowed him the opportunity to start his life anew, Rudolph afflicted Elizabeth as well so that they could run away together. Unfortunately, Rudolph and Natacha were beaten and kidnapped by James March, who sealed them in a wall of the hotel so that Elizabeth would believe they had abandoned her, forcing her to stay as James's wife.

In 1926, she visited Dr. Charles Montgomery at the Murder House and asked for an abortion which ended unsuccessfully, culminating in the birth of Bartholomew. In the 1970s she was fond of roaming LA's discotheques, wherein vampires could feed openly upon one another. In 1977, Elizabeth met Ramona Royale at the hotel and began a sexual relationship with her, promising that they would be together forever. As years progressed, however, they drifted apart, and eventually Ramona found a man that she thought to be the love of her life, Prophet Moses, whom she afflicted. When Elizabeth found out, she killed him and broke Ramona's heart, which made her bent on getting revenge.

In the 1980s, Nick Pryor checked into the Cortez as a man and Elizabeth helped her to come out to the world as a trans woman, christening her "Liz Taylor". In 1994, Elizabeth "turned" a young man dying of a heroine overdose and took him as her lover of the past twenty years, and made his mother the hotel's manager. In 2008, Elizabeth decided to make more money thanks to accountant Bernie Madoff, whom friends had recommended. After he was sent to prison for fraud, Elizabeth lost her material riches. In 2010, at a carnival in Santa Monica, Elizabeth took Holden, leading his parents to believe that he had been kidnapped or even killed. Various other towheaded children were captured and afflicted by Elizabeth as well, living in the hotel to serve as a healthy source of blood.

Fashionable and stunningly beautiful, Elizabeth is both complex and emotionally layered, having existed for a little over a century in an ever-evolving world of tragedy and decadence; a world that in equal measure has both created and controlled her. Cultured in all manner of art, music, literature, and high-end couture, Elizabeth lives out her immortal life on a thin veil between the affluent wealth of her past and the bizarre, otherworldly circumstances of her haunted abode. Relishing in her guise of a radiant, mysterious woman, Elizabeth captivates the hearts of unwary victims she lures to the peculiar depths of the Hotel Cortez - her home amongst the shadows, where she and her vampiric brethren can feast openly on human blood.

On the outside, Elizabeth appears nonchalant and cold, displaying a masterful personality that is exceedingly manipulative in the face of those she sees as useful to her goals, using her attractive appearance and sexual appetite to bend others to her will. She neglects to reveal her true nature to others until the time is right, waiting for the perfect moment to kill or dispose of those with value while simultaneously playing the role of an alluring, fascinating woman. She does not like to share what is hers, becoming violent in the face of those who choose to oppose her via threatening or murdering them, particularly when their demise allows her a valuable opportunity to attain something she has her sights on. 

She compares feeding on her victims as little more than a "night out", implying that she enjoys her insatiable thirst for blood and does not consider the process of killing and feeding on humans as immoral, even attending an art gallery and fashion show for what she excitedly describes as "the hunt". She has no qualms in feeding on children as well, though she does not believe in killing them, preferring instead to make them "blood relatives" and feed on a limited amount of their blood at any given time. This indifference to mortals, having become a vital necessity in the hematophagy that allows her to retain her eternal youth, may have developed in her marriage to James Patrick March, during which she cultivated a gruesome fondness for hearing the screams of his victims opposed to them being silenced.

Elizabeth and Donovan go to a cemetery, where they find and seduce another attractive couple at a movie screening of Nosferatu. They take them to the hotel, and after feigning the beginning of a foursome, kill the other couple and feast upon their blood. Unbeknownst to any staff or resident, Elizabeth put the hotel on the market some time ago, having invited Will Drake to check it out the following morning. She takes Will's son, Lachlan, to a seemingly normal wall in one of the hotel's hallways, revealing a secret passage leading to a game room - the place where she keeps her bloodsucking children, which she presents to Holden.

While attending Will Drake's fashion show/party at the hotel, Elizabeth takes an interest in cocky male model Tristan Duffy. After going on a crazed search for drugs in the hotel, during which he becomes disturbed by the hotel's supernatural phenomena, he is hunted down by Elizabeth, who feeds him her own blood, thus afflicting him with the virus. She takes him to her suite and, while engaging in a passionate night with him, instructs him on the rules of being one of her kind. The following morning, she breaks off her relationship with Donovan, who is shocked and crestfallen at this sudden behavior. He reminds Elizabeth that upon her first turning him it was one of the most spiritual connections with another person she had ever had, but Elizabeth coldly responds that her turning Tristan was one of the most erotic. Donovan tells her he loves her and doesn't want for them to be apart, but Elizabeth responds that she wants him to get his things and leave.

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US First Lady Hillary Clinton meets Donatella Dini, (architect) Gae Aulenti, Monica Vitti, (neuroscientist and Nobel Prize winner for Medicine and Biology) Rita Levi-Montalcini, Rose-Anne Bartholomew and Sophia Loren during an official visit to Rome on June 3, 1994.

[zambianobserver]

Kabwe priest gives Kalaba merit for ‘decent politics’

HARRY Kalaba says Christians must not relent to give back to the Lord what He has blessed them with.

Meanwhile, Kabwe’s St Monica’s Parish priest Fr Bartholomew Mukuka has given Kalaba, the opposition Democratic Party (DP) president, a merit for not practicing politics of insults.

Kalaba was invited to attend mass to celebrate the feast of Matron Saint, St Monica combined with harvest Sunday in…

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Till Death Do Us Part: A Barry Allen Fan Fiction

Chapter 5: Big Bang Theory

Word Count: 3,133

The Big Bang Theory. One of mankind's most debated theories. One that I firmly stand by, mainly because I’ve experienced it. A big explosion, creating new life, changing everything.

Nine months had gone by since the explosion. Month one a familiar face arrived in my lab. Month two I shut myself away from the rest of the world. Month three I tried finding myself again. Month four I failed at month three’s task. Month five I gave up. Month sixth I reentered society. Month seven I buried myself in science. Month eight I made new friends. Month nine, that’s where things got complicated.

“Ok, I’ve got one cappuccino, one vanilla latte, and-” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you guys listening to Poker Face?” Cisco turned to face me. “It’s Barry’s favorite song.” he exclaimed. “And you know this how?” I asked. “Cisco has been stalking Mr. Allen’s facebook page the past few days.” “You mean Barry?” Cisco retorted. “He’s our patient, he’s Mr.Allen.” “Cait he’s been here for nine months, I think we have the right to call him Barry. Right Monica?” I felt my heart begin to beat quickly, I hated lying to my two new best friends. But if they found out about me knowing Barry, then I’d have to explain all of the gorey details of our relationship. “Umm, yeah. Whatever Costco.” Cisco ignored me as he began humming along to Barry’s favorite song from when he was a senior in High School. You do realize you’re digging yourself down a deeper hole? Right? I thought to myself. “Where am I?” A familiar voice asked from behind me. “Shit.” I whispered, going to hide under the desk in front of me. All I could hear was Caitlin rambling random medical terms as Cisco tried to calm Barry down. “Everything’s okay man. You’re at STAR Labs.” “STAR Labs? Where’s Monica?” He remembered… SHIT he remembered! Right when I peered over the desk Caitlin and Cisco turned to face me, confused looks etching their faces. “Hey, Barry...” I said meekly, giving a small wave. Cisco turned back around. “I’m Cisco Ramon. She’s Doctor Caitlin Snow-” “I need you to urinate in this cup.” Cisco rolled his eyes, “And I see you already know Monica, which really intrigues me…” “Not now Cisco,” I said, slowly making my way towards Barry. “What, what is happening? What is going on?” Barry exclaimed pacing around the med-bay, “Bare, you were struck by lightning…” I whispered. Barry walked towards a monitor and stared at his body. “Wh- Lightning gave me abs?” Caitlin walked towards him. “Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they're in a chronic and unexplained state of cellular regeneration.” I pushed Caitlin aside and put my hand on Barry’s bare shoulder. “Barry, please sit down.” He shuffled back to the bed, his eyes maintaining their locked gaze on the floor. “You were in a coma.” Cisco explained. “For how long?” Barry asked. “Nine months.” “Welcome back Mister Allen.” Dr.Wells said, wheeling his way into the Cortex. “We have a lot to discuss.”

As I had expected Barry wanted nothing to do with STAR Labs, leaving me in a sticky situation. Cisco and Caitlin turned around to stare at me, expecting looks on their faces.”Look, I know I have a lot to explain but it’s not what you think.” Caitlin gave me a knowing look. “Fine, maybe it is what you think but why would that even matter. I mean-” “Why would what matter?” Dr.Wells inquired. I rolled my eyes, might as well get this over with, “When I was eleven, my mom and I moved here, I met Barry and Iris and became close friends with them. Then, senior year of highschool roles around, and Barry and I got to prom together,” Cisco gave me a smug  grin. “As friends, then he um, he-” “He what???” Cisco pushed, “He kissed me, and I ran away, moved to Seattle and never spoke to him. Until the Wednesday before the accident,” I threw my hands up in the air. “I thought I’d never have to see him again, but here we are, or I guess I should say here we have been. It’s like the universe is forcing us together no matter how much I hate it.” “Are you sure you hate it?” Caitlin teased. “Please don’t even start with that. I’m really sorry but I’m going to head to Jitters and take a much needed break.” I whispered, walking out of the Cortex. “But there’s already coffee her-” “I’m very aware of that Cisco.” I yelled storming through the halls.

After taking sometime for myself that afternoon, I was finally ready to head back to work. Instead of changing back into my work attire I stayed in my sweatshirt and leggings, opting to “walk” back to STAR Labs instead of drive. Okay, so maybe my version of walking was flying, but could you blame me? Nine months ago I found out I was the impossible, how do I not take advantage of that? I made sure to land a block away from STAR Labs, trying my best not to raise any suspicion. “I’m back!” I cheered, walking into the cortex. Suddenly, a young man rotated to face me. “So am I!” He chirped, a smile stretching across his face. “Barry? I thought you said you were okay? Is something wrong?” Barry shrugged his shoulders. “Yes. No. I don’t know but whatever is happening is AWESOME!” he exclaimed. I gave Cisco a concerned look. “We’re heading to Ferris, apparently Barry has superspeed!” he said with a giddy grin. I turned to face Barry, whose face mimicked Cisco’s. “Bare? Are you sure you are okay?” I said placing a hand on his shoulder. “Never better,” he grinned. “Come on, let’s go.”

“You don't really believe he can run that fast, do you?” Caitlin asked me walking out of the van. I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, it’s Barry and Barry’s usually right so…” Caitlin rolled her eyes at my response as she walked towards Barry to get him set up for his “test run”. “May I ask,” I jumped at the sound of Dr. Wells’ voice. “Doctor Wells, you scared me.” “Sorry, but as I was saying, why did you keep your prior relationship with Barry a secret.” He questioned, looking up at me. I cocked my head to the side, “I don’t really know why,” I sighed. “I guess I just didn’t to become as disruption. I mean he was in a coma for nine months, I wasn’t even sure he’d wake up.” “You care about him a lot, don’t you?” I thought of a response as I stared at Barry getting into a runner’s stance. “You could say that…”  Before I knew it Barry Allen was running faster than the speed of light, the Barry Allen who I’d beat in our daily sprints to my front yard. The Barry Allen who was always the last student to finish running the mile in gym class. He was ama- crashing, he was crashing. I couldn’t help but snort, causing the three scientists seated around me to stare in my direction. I mouthed a sorry before I got up and ran in Barry’s direction. “Barry, are you okay?” I whispered as I held out my hand to pull him off the ground. “Yeah, I’m fine. My arm just hurts a little that’s all.” I rolled my eyes, “Well then Bartholomew let’s get you back to STAR Labs and check on that arm.” Barry turned to face me and lightly punched me in the shoulder as we walked towards the van. “You know how much I hate that name…” he muttered. “Well, you don’t know how much I missed it.”

“It looks like you had a distal radius fracture.” Caitlin stated turning to Barry and I. “Had?” we asked in unison. “Okay, you guys are really starting to creep me out.” Cisco chuckled. “Anywho, it’s healed.” Caitlin said pointing at the X-Ray. “In three hours,” Barry stood up from the bed in the middle of the med bay, “How is that even possible?” Caitlin and Cisco shared a look. “We don’t know,” “Yet.” Doctor Wells added wheeling into the cortex. “You really need to learn how to stop.” I giggled. Dr. Wells looked at me, “What happened out there today? You were moving pretty well, and then something caused you to lose focus.” “I started remembering something.” Barry said looking over his shoulder towards me. “Barry, you don’t have to-” I shook my head but was interrupted, “But I should,” he paused taking a deep breath. “When I was 11, my mother was murdered. It was late, a sound woke me up. I came downstairs, and I saw what looked like a ball of lightning. Inside the lightning, there was a man. He killed my mom. They arrested my dad. He's still sitting in Iron Heights for her murder. Everyone, the cops, the shrink, they they all told me what I saw was impossible. But what if the man who killed my mom was like me?” Barry’s last sentence shocked me and brought me back to reality making me realize that Barry was now sitting next to me on the bed and I was rubbing his back. “Well I think I can say unequivocally you are one of a kind.” Doctor Wells said scanning the room.

After Caitlin made sure Barry was okay after his accident, he left saying he had unfinished work at CCPD. This left me, Caitlin, Cisco, and Dr. Wells alone in the cortex, eating Big Belly Burger. Cisco and Caitlin were talking about god knows what while I sat in my rolly chair thinking about all that had happen in the span of only a few days. “He’s a keeper Monica.” Cisco said ripping me away from my thoughts. “Hmm?” I asked confused. “Barry.” “Cisco, how many times do we have to go over this? Barry and I are just friends.” Cisco rolled his eyes. “Well that’s not the vibe I’ve been getting the past few days.” “Look, I don’t even think my friendship with Barry is stable right now, so the thought of being in a relationship with him just sounds stupid at this point. I mean I left him, with no explanation. God I was such a bitch.” “I wasn't the only one affected by the particle accelerator explosion, was I?” the man of the hour abruptly asked causing me to shrink into my chair. Everyone paused sharing awkward glances, “We don’t know for sure.” Dr. Wells finally answered. “You said the city was safe. That there was no residual danger.” Barry frantically replied, “But that’s not true, so what really happened that night?” Dr. Wells looked towards me and the two other scientists, “Well… the accelerator went active, we all felt like heroes and then…” An image showed up on the monitors, “It all went wrong. The dimensional barrier ruptured, unleashing unknown energies into our world. Antimatter, dark energies, x-elements-” “Those are all theoretical-” Barry interrupted, “-and how theoretical are you?” Dr. Wells snapped back as he turned his head back to the monitor, “We mapped the dispersion throughout and around Central City, though we have no way of knowing what or… who was exposed, we’ve been searching for other Metahumans like yourself.” “Metahumans?” Barry asked turning around. “That’s what we’re calling them.” Caitlin bluntly replied. “I saw one today.” Those four words that came out of Barry’s mouth confused and intrigued everyone. “He’s a bank robber, and he can control the weather.” “This just keeps getting cooler.” Cisco said with a big goofy grin that soon disappeared when I slapped his shoulder. “This is not cool. All right, a man died.” Barry said, his tone startling me, “Mardon must have gotten his powers the same way I did. From the storm cloud. And he’s still out there! We have to stop him before he hurts anyone else. “Barry!” I desperately shouted as he turned to walk away. “That’s a job for the police.” Dr. Wells muttered. “I work for the police.” Barry murmured. “As a forensic assistant.” “You’re responsible for this, for him.” “What’s important is you!” Dr. Wells snapped, “Not me, I lost everything. I lost my company. I lost my reputation. I lost my freedom. And then you broke your arm, and it healed in three hours. Inside your body could be a map to a whole new world… genetic therapies, vaccines, medicines, treasures buried deep within your cells and we cannot risk losing everything because you want to go out and play hero!” Dr. Wells mockingly yelled the last part, “You’re not a hero. You are just a young man who was struck by lightning.” Barry’s eyebrows began to furrow as I prepared myself to jump out of my seat and stop the cat fight that was about to occur. But instead Barry just walked away, disappearing into one of the hallways. “That was a little harsh…” I whispered

A few hours later Dr. Wells had already left, but Caitlin, Cisco, and I stayed late to finish up some work. I stood up to go use the restroom when a gust of wind blew my hair around. “Barry? What are you-” “I’ve been going over unsolved cases from the past nine months, and there’s been a sharp increase in unexplained deaths and missing people. Your Metahumans have been busy. Now, I’m not blaming you,” Barry said glancing at me, “I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I know you all lost something.” He said turning to Caitlin, “But I need your help to catch Mardon and anyone else out there like him. But I can’t do it without you.” Cisco, Caitlin, and I all shared the same look as we tried to communicate our thoughts through facial expressions. “If we’re gonna do this, I have something that might help.” Cisco smiled walking out of the cortex, “Something I’ve been playing with.”  He turned a metal stand around that housed a crimson suit. “Designed to replace the the turnouts firefighters traditionally wear. I thought if STAR Labs could do something nice for the community, maybe people wouldn’t be so angry a Dr. Wells anymore.” I stepped forward. “How is it going to help Barry?” I asked, pointing a finger at the suit. “It’s made of a reinforced tripolymer, its heat and abrasive resistant, so it should withstand his moving at high velocity speeds. And the aerodynamic design should help him maintain control. Plus it has built in sensors so we can track his vitals and stay in contact with him from here.” he smiled. “Thanks.” Barry whispered. “Now how do we find Mardon. “I retasked STAR Labs satellite to track meteorological abnormalities over Central City.” I said, Barry staring at me with an impressed look on his face. “We just got a ping.” Caitlin said, tablet in hand, “Atmospheric pressure dropped 20 millibars in a matter of seconds. I’ve tracked it to a farm just west of the city.” I watched as Barry shuffled towards the suit, a smile growing on my face.

“Barry! Barry, this things getting closer. Wind speeds are 200 miles per hour and increasing.” I said into the coms. “Barry can you hear me?” “Yeah. Loud and clear.” he shouted back. “ If it keeps up, this could become an F-5 tornado.” “But it’s headed towards the city. How do I stop it?” Everyone in the lab was at a loss for words. “Guys?... What if I unravel it?” “How the hell are you going to do that?” Caitlin asked. “I’ll run around it in the opposite direction,” “Cut off it’s legs.” Barry and I said together. “He’d have to clock 700 miles per hour to do that.” Cisco muttered. “Your body may not be able to handle those speeds. You’ll die.” Caitlin spoke into the coms. “I have to try.” Barry shouted. “You don’t have to do this Barry.” I said waiting for a response, “Barry?” Then a gust of wind played through the speakers of the cortex as I turned to Caitlin to give her a concerned expression. “Ha ha, the suit’s holding up.” Cisco celebrated clenching his fist. “But he’s not.” Caitlin retorted. “He can do it,” I whispered, “I know he can do it.” All that was heard was the sound of wind until Barry’s grunts were played on the speakers. “It’s too strong!” he yelled. “You can do this Barry,” Dr. Wells said grabbing ahold of the mic, “You were right, I am responsible all for this so many people have been hurt because of me, and when I looked at you, all I saw was another potential victim of my hubris. Yes, I created this madness. But you, Barry, you can stop it. You can do this.” he spoke, “Now run, Barry, run!” Then the wind started again, as we all waited in anticipation. Then there was a scream and a loud crash. “Barry?” I asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes. All I could hear was mumbling and my heart began to pound, “I’m not like you.” Barry said allowing me to let out a sigh of relief. “You’re a murderer.” My heart clenched at the sound of gunshots. “Barry?!” I screamed. “It’s over.” he whispered. “I’m okay.” A smile cracked on my face, the other three scientists doing the same.

“I’m pretty sure I had about five heart attacks today.” I chuckled, looking over at Barry as we walked out of STAR Labs. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he apologized scratching the back if his neck. I breathed in the cool city air, looking at all the glowing windows and flashing streetlights. “Hey,” I turned my head to face Barry again, “Thank you. For being willing to help me out. Y-you know after-” “Yeah, no problem,” I said cutting him off. “I know it’s late but, would you like to go grab some coffee?” “As much as I’d really like to I have a feeling I’ll be needed for work early tomorrow morning.” A tight lip smile formed on my face. “Do you, umm, want a ride home?” I gently shook my head, “I’m fine, but thanks.” He nodded his head as I turned away. “Goodnight Monica.” “Goodnight Barry.” I whispered looking over my shoulder as he flashed away. Once he left I looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then, my feet left the ground and I made my way home. As I looked below me I saw a bolt of lightning moving passed the cars crowded onto the highway. Monica, what have you gotten yourself into.

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[ao3feed-noctluna]

Deus Ex Machina

by Firstone33

Remake of original version.

Lucis on it's last legs is offered aid by the Guardian Corps and Psicom Military of Pulse-Cocoon.

Noctis and Luna plan to marry as part of an alliance between their homes as well as out of love and friendship.

The Magitek Empire of Niflheim offers terms of peace but unknown to even Lucis they have Ulterior motives.

Words: 1222, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Final Fantasy Alternate

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV, Final Fantasy XIII Series, Fabula Nova Crystallis: Final Fantasy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Gladiolus Amicitia, Cindy Aurum, Ignis Scientia, Aranea Highwind, Prompto Argentum, Iris Amicitia, Cor Leonis, Monica Elshett, Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Ravus Nox Fleuret, Ardyn Izunia, Iedolas Aldercapt, Loqi Tummelt, Caligo Ulldor, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Titus Drautos | Glauca, Jared Hester, Talcott Hester, Dino Ghiranze, Coctura Arlund, Pelna Khara, Kimya Auburnbrie, Dave Auburnbrie, Weskham Armaugh, Camelia Claustra, Navyth Arlund, Aulea Lucis Caelum, Sylva Via Fleuret, Gentiana (Final Fantasy XV), Stella Nox Fleuret, Ezma Auburnbrie, Libertus Ostium, Clarus Amicitia, The Kingsglaive (Final Fantasy XV), Crownsguard (Final Fantasy XV), Lightning (Final Fantasy XIII), Oerba Yun Fang, Hope Estheim, Oerba Dia Vanille, Snow Villiers, Serah Farron, Noel Kreiss, Paddra Nsu-Yeul, Caius Ballad, Jihl Nabaat, Nora Estheim, Galenth Dysley, NORA (Final Fantasy XIII), Cid Sophiar, Cid Raines, Yaag Rosch, Bartholomew Estheim, Amodar (Final Fantasy XIII), Original Characters

Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Lightning/Oerba Yun Fang, Gladiolus Amicitia/Cindy Aurum, Serah Farron/Snow Villiers, Aranea Highwind/Ignis Scientia, Hope Estheim/Oerba Dia Vanille, Iris Amicitia/Prompto Argentum, Noel Kreiss/Paddra Nsu-Yeul, Monica Elshett/Cor Leonis, Nora Estheim/Jihl Nabaat, Ravus Nox Fleuret/Original Character(s), Coctura Arlund/Dino Ghiranze, Crowe Altius/Nyx Ulric

Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Drama & Romance, Angst and Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Language, Yuri, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Sex, Eventual Smut, Consensual Underage Sex, Consensual Sex, Established Relationship

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/18341480